#game of thrones x male reader

[thealtoduck]

Forbidden Fruit

Theon Greyjoy x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, Theon in his asshole era, anal sex, loss of virginity, doggy style, use of the word ”whore”, use of the word ”maiden” for a virgin man because it’s a thing in the GoT/Asoiaf, Theon referring to your ass as a ”cunt”, rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding, spit as lube, everyone kinda wants to fuck you too…

Summary: Theon has his eyes set on you and wants to be your first…

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The sounds swords clanging against each other rang out over the courtyard of Winterfell as Theon Greyjoy and Robb Stark practised their swordfighting. Both of them in full focus on the task of beating the others.

Theon was just about to land a winning strike when someone behind Robb distracted him, stealing his focus. A beautiful young man, Y/n Poole, the son of the steward of Winterfell. Theon was distracted just long enough for Robb to be able to knock him to the ground.

”Come on Theon, keep your eyes on your opponent” Robb said annoyed and turned to see what Theon had been looking at, his eyes landing on you. ”Y/n, the steward’s son?” Robb questioned his friend. ”I’ve heard one of the chefs claim he took his virginity but he was drunk so i think he might have lied” Robb gossiped as he continued looking at you.

”I wouldn’t mind fucking him myself” he then said to the annoyance of Theon. ”Oh please, is the little lord Robb Stark gonna fuck the steward’s son?” Theon mocked him. ”He needs someone to take his boy cunt like the little whore he is” Theon said looking hungrily towards you as you were talking to a couple of castle guards.

”And that’s going to be you?” Robb questioned sarcastically. But Theon wasn’t listening he was already planning.

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That night during dinner…

Theon watched you as you sat next to Jon, chatting cheerfully. Theon needed to catch you alone. Luckily for him he’d get his shot soon… You were also sat next to Sansa Stark which put you in the crossfire between her and her sister Arya’s never ending war.

Arya loaded her spoon with a piece of meat pie and launched it towards Sansa… but she missed hitting your chest, dirtying your light grey tunic. ”Arya! Look what you did?!” Sansa scolded her younger sister. ”I’m so sorry about her” Sansa apologised frantically as she tried to wipe of your shirt with a cloth napkin.

”Don’t worry about it Lady Sansa, i’ll just go change” you said calmly, standing up from the table and walking off. Theon saw this was his chance to finally meet you alone.

He soon managed to sneak away from the the dining hall. He stopped by the kitchens and snagged two goblets and a pitcher of wine, then he made his way through Winterfell castle towards the small part occupied by Steward of Winterfell and his family.

He knocked on the door he knew belonged to you. ”One moment” came your voice from the inside. Then the door opened revealing you in a nightshirt and underwear, you quickly wrapped yourself in a thin blue robe to cover up more for you’re unexpected visitor.

”Theon” you said happily at sight of him. ”Sorry, i’m not more properly dressed i was just about to go to bed” you said tying your robe. ”Oh no worries” he said with a flirty smile, you were gonna be even less dressed once he was done with you.

”How can i help you?” you asked. ”Oh, i just wondered if you’d like to have quick drink with me” he said holding up the pitcher and the two goblets he brought. You looked unsure. ”If your not too tired of course” he quickly added.

”Of course, a drink wouldn’t hurt” you said and held open the door for him, letting him in to your bed chamber. Theon observed the room, it was smaller than his own. It had a small square window with a nice view. A little fire place where a fire was burning, heating up the cold castle room.

A square table with a set of two chairs and a clothing chest right next to it. And finally the bed, which was draped in soft blankets. Above it hung a banner for your House, House Poole. The room was textbook definition of what Theon would describe as cozy.

You sat down in one of the chairs by the table, as Theon put the goblets on the table, pouring wine in each and then putting the pitcher down. He sat down in the other chair, you both grabbed your goblets. ”Cheers” Theon said and you clinked your goblets together and drank.

The two of you talked for a while. Theon decided to start testing the waters. He moved his leg slightly making it rest against yours, your eyes drifted to his leg for half a second before you looked back to him but you didn’t move away.

Time passed as you told Theon a story, once you finished it became quiet through the chamber. ”You’re really pretty you know” Theon stated boldly filling the silence in the room. Before you had time to respond Theon started talking ”Some of the staff has been talking about it, how they want to fuck you. Even the lordling Robb Stark said so”.

”And i understand them, you are very pretty” he continued. You looked rather unsure what to answer. ”Tell me Y/n, have you ever been fucked before?” Theon asked shamelessly, leaning closer to you. ”I… no, i have not” you told him, trying to stay casual.

”Would you like to be?” Theon then asked immodestly, leaving you slightly stunned. ”By-…By you?” you asked, Theon gave you a smirk as comformation. ”I-I wouldn’t know what to do” you said shyly. Theon played with the strings of your night shirt and said ”Don’t worry, i’ll show you”.

He then pulled you in to a kiss, his lips pushing hungrily against yours. Theon pulled you both up from your seats leading you to the middle of the room as you made out. Theon pulled of your robe, then his own jacket and he continued until you were both left naked in front of each other.

Your dick had gotten erected from Theon’s sudden interest in you and it made Theon’s own manhood swell with pride. He took your wrist in his hand and guided your hand over his slightly fuzzy chest down to his erect manhood. It was the first time you had ever touched another man in such a manner.

He made you enclose your fingers around his hardend cock and tug at it a little, rubbing him off slowly. ”Feel what you do to me Y/n” he uttered.

He led you backwards towards your beds and your naked bodies climbed up on it. Theon laid you down on the bed and the two of you passionately made out. Theon moved his hands to you ass and let his fingers graze against your hole.

You were unfamiliar with his action as you had never experienced it before but let Theon continue. He slowly started pushing his finger inside you, making you audibly gasp against his lips at the feeling of being streched out. ”That’s right relax” Theon instructed.

Once he added next finger he did it more hastily, making you yelp quietly. Theon let out a small chuckle ”Such a warm nice cunt for me to fuck” Theon said before shoving in a third finger.

Theon then stood up on his knees, he grabbed you and positioned you on all fours, ass spread out in front of him. He spit in to his own hand rubbing it on his manhood. ”I’m gonna take you like a real lord would” Theon said which you wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a warning.

Theon didn’t waste any time and started pushing his rockhard cock inside your virgin hole, making you groan, feeling yourself be filled. ”Fuck your tight around my cock” Theon said pleasureably sheathing himself fully inside you.

Before you had time to adjust he snapped his hips forwards thrusting into you making you release a small cry. ”Was this what he had meant? Was this how lords fucked their wives?” you thought to yourself.

Theon grabbed your hips and started setting a pace a his hips thrust against your ass. His raw cock forcing your walls to stretch, you released several whines as Theon roughly plowed in to you. ”Fuck Theon, you’re so big” you said through your pained but pleasured moans.

Theon grabbed your head as he pounded your ass saying ”What would your steward father say? Seeing his son deflowered by Eddard’s Stark ward like some common whore”. As he thrusted as hard in to you as his body would let him.

”Maybe i should go get him after this and make him come look at his son’s cum stained ” Theon said cockily. You however couldn’t answer him as you had your face pressed against the matress moaning endlessly from the ecstasy of Theon’s cock fucking you.

”Maybe i should start coming by every night and make good use of your cunt and fill you with my seed” he suggested, his thrusts rocking your bed back and forth. ”Shame you can’t have my bastards” he added.

From the endless groans to the creaking bed, you hoped no one could hear you getting your virginity fucked out of you by Theon. You felt your own cock twitching getting close to your orgasm. ”I’m gonna cum” you moaned. And soon after your load dripped down on the sheets below.

Theon kept plowing in to you for several minutes, claiming your ass as his. Sweat glazed his and your body as the room had gotten hot and damp. He grunted and uttered a satisfied ”I’m gonna fill you with my cum”.

With one last rough thrust Theon shoved his manhood deep inside you, his cock erupting staining your innocene with his warm seed. He then pulled out of you with a smirk, seeing his cum leak out of puckered hole and running down your legs. You collapsed on to the matress below in exhaustion.

Theon was just about to get ready to leave but he couldn’t leave you like this. He covered your nakedness under the covers and blankets. He then started getting dressed and before he left planted a kiss on your forehead saying ”You were so good to me, Y/n, better than any common whore, you were divine”. He then gave you a last kiss before he left your bed chambers with a smirk and a feeling of satisfaction, and maybe even a little bit of love.

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[bumblesimagines]

i've never been like that with anyone before.

this... isn't my bed.

Jon Snow

this... isn't my bed.

i've never been like that with anyone before.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

The hammering in his head reminded him of the time he and Robb snuck a bottle of their father's finest wine into his room to drink as boys, only to awaken the next morning with pained and clouded minds. Jon squeezed his eyes tightly and groaned quietly to himself, internally cursing Grenn for convincing him to drink as much as he did. As he waited for his body to catch up with his mind, his ears picked up the sound of wood creaking and sighed quietly, eyes parting and mouth opening to greet Samwell. 

"Morning, Snow." The familiar voice made his head jerk back, luckily into a feather-filled pillow, and his body tensed at the sight of the Night's Watch First Ranger, (Y/N) (L/N), standing over the bed. The ranger's lips curled into an amused smirk and he set a cup down on the nightstand beside his head. Suddenly aware of how dry his throat felt, Jon pushed himself up and took the cup, bringing it to his lips and drinking without thought. His nose crinkled at the metallic taste that filled his mouth, but he forced himself to swallow it down. Beet juice. A common remedy for a night of drinking.

"This..." His eyes finally absorbed unfamiliar the room he rested in. "Isn't my bed."

"Ever the perceptive one, aye?" (Y/N) laughed and Jon felt his cheeks warm. "I would've sent you back to your room but... you fell asleep and wouldn't budge. I didn't mind the company, though."

"Fell asleep?" Jon repeated quietly with furrowed brows. He forced the fuzzy fog in his mind to lift, finally allowing the memories of the previous night to fully flood in. They'd been given a night of relaxing and fun thanks to the Commander's good mood, and even Thorne hadn't been able to sour Jon's mood. Green and Pyp had jumped at the opportunity to drink and convinced Jon and Samwell to indulge themselves as well until Jon had staggered out of the main hall for some fresh, cold night air and found (Y/N) sitting alone. The exchange had been brief and filled with longing for their homes until Jon's tipsy mind urged him to plant a kiss on the lips he often found himself gazing at. His skin lit ablaze at the memories of what followed and he avoided (Y/N)'s amused gaze.

"You remember everythin' now, Snow?" 

"Yes, sir, I do." Jon noticed (Y/N)'s smirk turn crooked from the corner of his eye, and wanted nothing more than to take a running leap off the top of the Wall. (Y/N) snickered under his breath and reached down to collect the layers of clothes scattered across the floor before dumping them on the bed and nodding toward them.

"Get dressed, Snow. Not many are up yet. You still have time to head back before anyone notices." His voice verged on authoritative and Jon felt inclined to follow his every word. After the disappearance of his uncle, Benjen Stark, Commander Mormont had appointed (Y/N) as the new First Ranger, despite his young age and Thorne's disapproval. However, Jon couldn't tell if he followed his every word loyally because of his position or because of the heat that spread whenever (Y/N) entered his vicinity. 

"I... I've never been like that with anyone before. I've... never been with anyone at all." Jon confessed quietly. He had plenty of chances, of course. Giggly servants, brothel workers, the daughters of his father's friends. Even with his status as a bastard, many still expressed their interest. But he always chickened out sooner or later. 

"Ah.." (Y/N)'s lips pressed together. From the way he'd taken charge during their night together, Jon easily deduced he wasn't his first nor would he be his last. Jon grinded his teeth together and cleared his throat to rid himself of the embarrassment and jealousy. He finished the beet juice and set the cup aside before swinging his legs over the edge and standing. Pain and soreness shot up his spine and (Y/N)'s hand shot out to stabilize him. "Take it easy, Snow."

"'M fine," Jon murmured with a wince. (Y/N) released an unconvinced hum and cupped both of his shoulders, keeping him still and balanced as Jon rolled his shoulders and stretched out his aching muscles. When Jon's eyes remained lower, (Y/N) hooked his fingers around his chin and jerked his head toward him. 

"I'm not dumping you aside, Snow. I'll take care of you if that's what you want." Jon swore his face couldn't get any hotter and swallowed thickly. He meekly nodded.

"I'd like that."

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[seveett]

hey, (yuri again) something for theon pls, you wont stop texting me abt him so write smth abt him for the love of GOD.

(я чертовски ненавижу твою гейскую задницу)

DC:: yall this my friend don’t mind his ass hes a tad bit special 😭 but sorry for not posting.. cough.. writers block..😞

PAIRINGS:: Theon Greyjoy x Top Amab reader

𖤐 CWS:: Semi-public sex, exhibitionism, standing missionary, slight marking(?): mentions of bites, overstimulation.

Your hand was wrapped around his mouth, trying to quiet down his animalistic moans as you both heard sounds of others coming and going, some getting a little too close to the door. And that only turned Theon on even more, with the feeling of your dick smoothly going in and out of him he could feel another orgasm approaching.

His body shook with overstimulation, cum from his previous orgasms dripping down his abdomen, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. The thought of someone catching you two, someone seeing how he was getting fucked dumb, it sent shivers down his spine.

The sounds of someone getting closer and closer to the door of the closet you two were in could be heard, the shadow peeking through the bottom of it. They stood there as if they were going to open the door, which causing your hips to get slower and eventually stop, your eyes glued to the door.

This only Frustrated Theon, He tried to rock his hips back into yours, he let out a muffled whine into your palm, his legs tightened around your waist.

The doorknob twisted and it stayed like that for a moment before the person simply just decided the walk of, you let out a sigh of relief but Theon was still trying to move for more friction, his cock leaking pre-cum from the tip.

You turned back to face him, looking into each others eyes, his being filled with desperation. You started to move again, starting off slow before going back to the brutal pace your originally had.

Your cock hit his prostate spot on, repeatedly hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves, Theon’s eyes filled with tears as he went over the edge. His cock shot out a few spurts of cum, splattering across his lower stomach. You weren't all that far behind, cock aggressively twitching inside of his hole.

A few more jabs at his prostate and you were cumming inside him for the final time, filling him up nice and good. You two soon disconnected, cleaning Theon off and helping him pull and zip his pants back up as you did the same afterwards.

The sound of someone clearing their throat could be heard, it immediately caught both you and Theon’s attention. Both of your heads whipped around and your eyes were met with Robbs’s, standing in the doorway with an unimpressed look.

Well, this is definitely awkward.

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[got-fantasy]

Imagine being the third oldest Baratheon son. Older than Renly, but younger than Robert and Stannis.

They would be obsessed with you. You're their light, their beloved brother. They would constantly fight for your attention.

Robert is always trying to take you to brothels, while Renly tries to convince you that you'd be better spending your time with him.

Stannis would be silently annoyed by his brothers antics. Neither of them deserved you or your time. He did.

And you're completely oblivious to it all. Thinking nothing of your brother's possessive stares.

#game of thrones x male reader #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagine

[ghost9whore]

A Siren Song

Chapter 1

???’s P.O.V

“Careful of the waves!! I already fucking told you bastards!” I yell at the incompetent men tripping over their own feet.

The waves are aggressive tonight but aren’t brought on by a storm. The night is quiet but the water is too fucking strong.

“AHHH” someone yells

“What was that!?” I scream back

As if a symphony of mutilation ensures. I hear bloodcurdling cries from the former men on my ship yet I see no culprit.

It’s too dark I can’t see shit but I can hear the screams then water splashing the men are splashing into the water once their scream ends.

I took too long to respond to their screams before I’m met with the sight of a man in front of me

“Oh shit who are you?” I ask stupid to the men’s actions

This man looks so alluring his facial features are sharp yet so inviting. As if ready to be devoured his bright eyes staring up at me in a curious expression. His body covered by a coat covered in blood but he doesn’t seem injured. Was he one of my crew?

“Who are you?” The man asks in an accent that seems foreign to me

“I-I erm I am the Captain of the Caspian the ship you’re currently on” I say trying to regain my focus

“Why didn’t you scream?” The man questions

“What? Scream?” I said confused

“Like the others” the man says gesturing the blood spots where my men use to be

“Wait did you do that?” I question my voice beginning to shake as the realization sets in

“How how could someone lik-“

Third Person View

The captain’s head fell to the ship floor as it was detached from his body. The alluring man was painted in a different person’s blood.

“Hmm it took him a long time to realize” said the alluring man

“The Caspian what a pretty name not for me though” the man said as he begun walking towards the main room of the ship to steer the ship back to the mainland

“Finally no more ocean”

#game of thrones #game of thrones x male reader #robb stark #robb stark x male reader #x male reader #siren

[generic-wattpad-badboy]

I'm currently taking request for anything writing for:

- house of dragons

- lord of the rings/the hobbit

- doctor who

-criminal minds

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[johnnyraine]

The Princess and The Sea

Daenerys Targaryen x Male Velaryon Reader

*This was a Request: Hey can you write a Daenerys Targaryen x Male Velaryon Reader where reader is in Pentos with her. Thanks in advance

Words: 1094

3rd of February

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"Princess."

Daenerys hears your whisper and stops.

This is your first time meeting each other. In a market in Pentos. She will later tell you that you didn't outwardly stand out that much, Pentos is a city of many different people. What did catch her attention, however, was your eyes. Unobscured by the tinted glass you own, she could see them. It was that and the fact that you knew who she was.

"How do you know who I am?" She asks, her own purple eyes looking into yours.

"I am just a loyal vassal to the true crown, Princess."

Your conversation is short, as Magister Illyrio's people realize Daenerys is not with them and come to retrieve her. She leaves reluctantly, gazing over her shoulder at you.

Your next meeting is more public. Your "boss" has trade goods for Illyrio and you are allowed into his manse.

It’s grand, you admit. But the Magister's guest was more alluring. As Illyrio and your "boss" talk, you sneak off to check out the place and happen upon Daenerys again.

"Princess." You smile when she sees you.

"It's you!"

You walk up to her and gesture to the bench she's on.

"May I?"

She lets you sit beside her. Looking around the spot, you notice plants around you, but most noticeable is the marble statue.

With a noticeable grimace, you ask, “Illyrio?”

Daenerys giggles, “Yes. Apparently, it’s him when he was younger.”

“Ah… I guess I can see it?” You throw a look at the Princess and she giggles again.

You sit in comfortable silence for a moment before she asks her awaited question.

“Who are you? You must be from Westeros, but I don’t know.”

“I’m a humble vassal to the true crown, Princess,” You reply with a smile and flourish.

“Yes, but who?” She asks again.

“Well, I would have thought my appearance would be enough of a giveaway. But I do suppose that since my hair is dyed, it would be a little harder.”

You clear your throat, “I am Y/n of House Velaryon. Though my house has been out of prominence for a while, I have come here to see you, Princess.”

Daenarys’ eyes widen, “Me? Why?”

“As I said, I am a loal vassal. That, and I heard the Dragon Princess is an incredible beauty. I can see the words are true.”

She blushes at your words, looking away.

She opens her mouth to say something but stops herself.

“If the Princess would like to ask something of me, I am happy to help,” You say.

Daenerys still looks apprehensive, but she speaks, “Perhaps some other time.”

She gets up and walks off.

“So there will be a next time, Daenarys?” You smile.

She freezes before shaking her head, but you notice the blush on her ears as she walks off.

Over the next few months, your “boss” gathers and trades more goods with Illyrio, allowing you continuous access to the manse, and to Princess Daenerys. Spending time together, you two grow closer, learning more about the other. She asks for your tales on the seas, and you tell her. You learn of her struggles while on the run and you sympathize.

As destiny gets ever closer, so do the two of you and she allows you to take her to bed.

Time passes again, and one night as you lay together, her in your arms, she tells you the news.

“I am to marry a Khal,” She whispers into your chest.

You still for a moment, before rubbing her back.

“What do you want to do?”

She reluctantly pries herself from you, crestfallen, “My brother needs an army… so that we can go home.”

“Do you want that?” You ask, sitting up.

Daenerys is silent. You grasp her hand in yours, gently squeezing. Her eyes flutter before she squeezes them shut. Collecting herself, she looks up into your eyes.

“I want to go home.”

Squeezing her hand, you nod.

“Let’s go then. To home.”

The next night, your “boss” gives no indication of his departure to Illyrio, merely the same business. You don’t follow him into the manse that day, too busy planning, scanning the maps you made of the place.

When you decide the time is right, dark clothes cover you from head to toe and you follow the path you set. Climbing the walls, sneaking past the Unsullied guards, the marble pool, and into a dim hallway. There are more guards on Daenary’s floor, even more so near her room. You follow a staircase upward, just above her room.

Coming into a windowed room, you rummage around it for a moment. Within a few moments, you find the rope one of your men left. You check the length, wrap it around a good and solid weight, check the ground for guards, and then throw it out the window. Tugging the rope, it doesn’t come loose and the weight stays still. As if to say “what the hell,” you nod before propelling down the building.

With a tight grip on the rope, you gently push on her window, and it opens.

Sighing, you step into the room. Daenerys sits on her bed, awaiting you. She is shocked for a brief moment before you lower the cloth covering your face.

“Y/n!” She exclaims quietly.

She runs to you, throwing her arms around you, and you wrap yours around her. She turns to look at you and you kiss her.

“Are you ready?” You ask afterward.

She nods and you leave. With difficulty, you scale down the building, barely sneak past the guards, and over the walls again. Through the city, you run, despite knowing no one should know yet, you two run. Just because.

You reach the port and signal the men of your arrival.

Daenerys gawks at your ship.

Grinning at her, you say with nothing short of pride, “Ain’t she beautiful, Daenarys? The culmination of the work, all put into this ship.”

“Come.” Hand outstretched, she grabs it and you take her to the helm.

Your men await your orders around you.

Looking around, you gaze at Daenerys, “Are you ready?”

She takes a breath, “Yes. Let’s go home.”

You smile. Throwing off the cloth on your head, you let your hair run free. No dyes marring it, the silver hair of Targaryen and Velaryon glow in the moonlight.

“Set Sail!” You shout before the ship begins its journey to Westeros.

Hand in hand, the Targaryen Princess, Daenarys, returns home with the Velaryon Heir, Y/n.

#requested #Daenarys Targaryen x Male Reader #game of thrones x male reader #male reader

[hknightdai]

REQUEST -  Rearguard - Game of Thrones

Tommen Baratheon x Male Reader

Tags: Anal, Oral, Rough Sex, Throne Sex, Standing Full Nelson.

REQUEST: Tommen Baratheon getting brutally fucked by one of his Kingsguard?(preferably also once on his throne)

XXX

Queen Margaery was a beautiful woman, some may even say ravishing. You know your fellow Kingsguard members think as much. But she isn’t important right now.

“Maybe later,” You utter, staring at her ass as she leaves the throne room.

Leaving you alone with your King.

Tommen fidgets on his throne, your gaze not even on him. He knew what was next, you told him the previous night what you wanted, and the next day, he dismisses his court.

 You finally turn to look at him.

There’s a bulge already showing.

Smirking, you run a hand through his hair. Feeling its smoothness, you grip it and pull his head back. Tommen’s eyes are wide as he gazes up at you.

“You know what to do, your grace.” Fake pleasantries fall from your mouth.

And he does know. He makes quick work of your belt, with a bit of fumbling. You don’t let his gaze wander from yours as he drops your pants to the floor, not even as your press your cock into his waiting mouth.

He does a good job at first, not gagging. But that quickly changes as you slide down his throat.

“Khlgk!”

Tommen coughs, tears filling his eyes. Yet he still looks at you, trying to blink the tears away.

Pulling back, you give him a second to catch his breath before filling his throat again.

“Khlgk! Khlgk! Khlgk!”

Your King was a mess. Tears run down his face, his crown falling with each hard thrust, and his saliva dripping down his chin.

“Your Grace is a wonderful King, taking your kingsguard's entire cock down your royal throat,” You tease.

Slamming his head down a few times, you hold him to your groin.

“Glgk!” Tommen retches, getting a face full of your bush.

You groan as his throat spasms around your cock and cum down his throat before pulling back enough to fill his mouth as well.

Breathing hard, you look at Tommen, his mouth open to gasp for breaths. Your cock still sitting in his mouth.

You step back and stop him as he begins swallowing your cum.

“Hold it, your grace,” You command him.

He closes his mouth but makes no move to disobey.

You motion for him to stand and turn around. You stand behind him. Resting your hand on his shoulders, your hands glid down his body until they reach his pants, and yank them down. Pushing the King’s back to bend him over, you look at his ass.

“Prepare yourself.”

With labored breaths, Tommen spits some of the mixture of saliva and cum into his hand. Bringing it to his ass, you help, spreading his asscheeks apart. You watch as he rubs it against his hole, teasing himself before pushing in.

You hear him take shuddering breaths.

Tommen doesn’t disappoint, taking only a moment before he was pistoning into his ass. You have to wrap an arm around him to keep him from falling. He knows you are watching him melt against his own pleasure.

His quick breathing is all you hear. You can’t hold any longer.

Tommen startles when your fingers join his.

“Keep going, Tommen,” You whisper into his ear.

He whines feeling himself stretch. Wanting more, you waste no time in finding his spot and rubbing it until he’s nothing more than a whining mess.

Tommen stains his rusty throne, white.

He has little time to remove his fingers before your cock rubs against his asshole.

“Are you ready, your grace?”

“Yes, Sir Y/n,” Tommen says, his voice unsteady.

You have him rest his arms against his throne before sinking into him.

“Ugh,” You groan.

You grab onto his hip in one hand, and the other grips his hair, now missing his crown. Pulling his head back, you slam into him. Tommen lets out a moan, your cum spilling from his lips and down his chin. His whines and moans have you letting go of all restraint, pounding into the king’s ass, having him spill all over his throne. Your cock slides over his spot, feeling his ass tighten.

In a frenzy, you wrap your arms around his legs. Picking him up, his legs spread out, you bring your hand together behind his head. Fucking him standing. You feel like your cock is reaching even deeper into him as you bring him down into your thrusts.

Tommen lets out a strangled cry and cums. It falls over his thrown and onto the ground, coincidentally covering his fallen crown.

With a yell that would have alerted any guards, you slam him down to your hilt and fill his ass with your hot cum.

Through your labored breaths, you look at your King. Drool and cum run from his lips, down his chin and neck before hitting the floor.

With a chuckle, you maneuver until his raw ass is sitting on the throne, in a puddle of his own cum.

“Would you like me to get someone to help or will you clean yourself, your grace?” You smugly ask.

“I-I’m fine, Sir Y/n. I can clean myself,” Tommen stutters, blushing.

With a smile, you escort the King to his room.

#Tommen Baratheon x Male Reader #Tommen Baratheon x Male Reader Smut #Game of Thrones x Male Reader #Game of Thrones x Male Reader Smut #Male Reader Smut #requested

[jamieclearwater2314]

House of the dragon x gay male Velaryon reader or

House of the dragon male characters x male reader please please please I beg of anyone and everyone

Best friends with rheana and beala cause they really need a friend to be there for them 😔

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[iguessigotta]

Thinking about sitting by the fire with Benjen 😭 💖

You two used to sit here often, his hands running up and down your arms to keep you warm. He'd chuckle lightly every time you shivered, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest. The fireplace wasn't entirely needed - he ran so warm you used to call him your own personal heater (the first time you called him that, the loveliest shade of pink crept across his cheeks. You'd grinned as he graced you with a breathy laugh and opened his cloak, inviting you in).

Now, though, it's you warming him. Ever since he came back to Castle Black (while helping cover patrols atop the wall, you'd spotted him lingering at the edge of a nearby copse of trees, firing an arrow into the ground near his feet when he turned to leave. He'd spun back towards the wall, his eyes snapping up to you with an eerie precision) he'd been...different. Not in attitude - though he was a bit more sullen - but his appearance and body temperature. You couldn't put your finger on what it was about him that looked so different (a lie you repeated to yourself when really you knew - he looked like a frozen corpse.) The thought made you shudder. You couldn't imagine being so thoroughly frozen, inside and out. You've brought yourself to tears a few times, trying to wrap your mind around his suffering.

So. Now. The two of you sit in front of the same fireplace you'd sat at so many times before, atop furs and wrapped in an absolutely massive blanket (a handmade gift from Sansa, for "Uncle Benjen and his Caretaker". The playful jab made you laugh upon reading it, having already wrapped yourself in the blanket, grateful to know someone as kind as she has always been) He leans into you, exhaling as another shiver runs through him, his cold breath leaving goosebumps on your neck. You run your hands across his back, up and down his arms. You rake your fingers through his hair, brush them against his cheeks. Occasionally he catches your wrist to tug your hand to his lips, placing a kiss there so gentle it nearly makes you sob. You hold him tighter each time, swearing to whatever gods might be listening that you will find a way to help him.

At the moment though, the two of you are exhausted, content simply holding and being held.

You warm him.

#don't ask me what happened here this is just a stream of consciousness thing fueled by weed and Yearning #been watching game of thrones #benjen just popped up for the first time in a bajillion years and MAN #I forgot how much I loved him ;-; will he ever forgive me #anyway tags time #benjen x male reader #uncle benjen x reader #benjen x reader #benjen stark x reader #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones x male reader #got x reader #got x you #got x y/n #game of thrones x y/n #benjen x y/n #game of thrones imagines #benjen imgaines #stark imagines #night's watch imagines #night's watch x reader #night's watch x male reader #fluff tag #benjen fluff #slightly angsty but ssshhh #btw we do not disrepect Sansa Stark in this house #it's really Yearning Hours boys #what a way for me to wrap up 4/20 #being sappy about Benjen #no beta we die like men

[2braincellslz]

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[thealtoduck]

Summer Renaissance

Robb Stark x Male Reader

Content: Traveling Band AU

Warnings: Smut, sex in van, Bottom!Reader, Top!Robb, Reader is 18 and Robb is 25, unprotected sex, semi-rough sex, breeding, missionary position…

B/n = Band Name

Summary: While your bandmates are in town buying necessities so you and Robb get close, very close…

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You originally didn’t plan to join a band. But after you graduated high school you had a fight with your parents about your future and it just kinda happened. After the fight you had been walking down the street when you saw a poster saying:

”B/n looking for a backing vocalist for new tour“

B/n was a small band in your hometown you had heard a few of their songs, they were pretty good. You didn’t know what came over you but you immediately picked up your phone and dialed the number on the poster.

”Hello” a man said over the phone. ”Hi, my name is Y/n L/n, i saw your add for a backing vocalist, are you still looking?” you asked. ”Yeah, we’re still looking, do you have experience?” the man said. ”I’ve sung in a choir for 3 years” you said.

He then provided you with an adress so you could meet up and show them. You immediately darted there and showed the four men, your harmonization skills, which was enough for them to want you in the band. They also gave you a tambourine to use on stage.

The few nights later it was time to leave for the tour. When that night came you packed your bags and left a note to your parents saying where you had gone. The van was waiting outside your apartment building, you threw your bag in the back and then climbed in to one of the seats and the van drove off.

(Time Skip)

It had been around a month since you had joined the band and things were going well for the five of you as you traveled. The van was currently parked in the outskirts of the town where you would have your next consert.

Most of the others were in town doing some shopping for necessities. You had decided to stay in the van, along with Robb Stark, the bands drummer. You sat on the matress in the back of the van, reading a book and listening to music in your headphones.

Meanwhile Robb was checking the engine as the van had been having trouble starting lately, you had checked if he needed help but he said he should be fine.

You hummed to the music in your ears as Robb then showed up, he wasn’t wearing a shirt and had a few oil stains on his body. ”How’s it going?” you asked taking of your headphones and putting your book down. ”I think i fixed it, otherwise we’ll just take it to a mechanic” he explained and you nodded.

Robb looked at the oil stains on his torso and arms and then asked ”Y/n, could you get a rag and some water?” he asked. You nodded and climbed further inside the van and grabbed what he asked for and handed it to him. He thanked you and poured some water on the rag and started washing off the oil.

You tried your best not to stare at the attractive older man as he rubbed the wet rag over his muscles washing himself, but you couldn’t help yourself. Robb then looked up catching you staring making you immediately turn away awkwardly and go back in to the van, picking up your book again.

Robb let out a small laugh and then said ”Hey, i don’t mind you looking, we’re bandmates after all”. He then finished washing off and climbed inside the van and sat down beside you. ”What are you reading?” he asked.

You showed him the cover, saying ”Breakfast at Tiffany’s”. ”It’s about a girl who’s honestly kind of a living mess… but it’s good” you told him making him smile gazing in to your eyes.

”I’m glad you joined us” Robb said fondly.

You put the book aside and you and Robb continued talking about other things getting to know each other better. Robb then got his cd player and started playing some nice music and the two of danced hand in hand.

Robb then spun you around and then pulled you closer against his bare slight hairy chest. It was as if time slowed down as you looked in to each others eyes. He then pushed his lips on yours and you shared a passionate kiss. He put his hands on you hips.

The two of you then broke the kiss staring at each other longingly. Robb then started leading back towards the van, the two of you climbed inside it and on to the matress in the back. The two of you started to fervently make out.

Robb pulled your shirt over your head and off your body and threw it aside. He then positioned you under him and spread you legs as he positioned himself on top of you as you made out.

Robb the unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off along with your underwear making you flush as he looked at your naked body. ”God, you’re beautiful” he said trailing his finger over your nipples and then down to your now hard cock.

He then lifted your legs revealing your ass, he spead your butt cheeks revealing your puckered hole to him. Robb then quicky crawled away to get something and came back with a bottle of lube. He applied some to his finger before starting to trace it lightly over your hole before pushing it in.

You moaned softly as you felt his finger penetrate you. He let you adjust to the first finger before then slowly adding another one and then another one.

And when he felt you were loosened up enough he unbuttoned his own pants and impatiently pushed his own pants and underwear off, setting his long thick cock free, he rubbed some lube on it.

He then looked at you, your needy face, your beautiful naked form, completely ready for him to take you. ”The things i want to do to you” he said to you lovingly and started to line himself up with your enterance.

He then carefully entered you, your face scrunched up and arched your back as his legth filled you up. Robb groaned as your tight warm hole accepted his girthy cock. When he was all the way in he let you adjust before he slowly started rolling his hips.

”Your taking it so good, Y/n” Robb praised you as you took his length. You wrapped your legs around his body. Robb started going faster, making you softly moan as you felt him reaching deeper in to you, you gripped on to his back.

Robb placed his head deep on your neck placing passionate kisses on it. ”Robb, make me yours” you said in bliss feeling Robb’s huge cock inside you. Saying this set Robb off, making him fuck your hole harder, more relentlessly.

Robb’s thrust became more animalistic making the van rock back and forward under you as he rammed his cock against your prostate, making you groan loudly in pleasure. ”You want me to breed you? Fuck you full of my cum?” Robb said lustfully.

”Yes” you said as Robb attacked your your hole with his harsh thrusts. Your hardened cock was leaking pre cum and felt ready to burst. ”I’m gonna cum” you whined as Robb kissing your nipples whispering ”Cum for me”.

You then came, staining both yourself and Robb in cum. Robb punded in to you, his big dick hitting you prostate, as he chased his own orgasm. ”I’m gonna fuck you so hard and fill you with my fucking seed so you feel it deep inside you” Robb stated panting heavily.

Then you felt him jut his dick deep in your ass as the tip of his cock erupted filling you with cum. Both of you breathed heavily as Robb rolled over on to his side bedside you. He then said with a smile through his heavy panting ”Like i said before: I’m so glad you joined the band”.

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[bumblesimagines]

maybe we should forget this even happened.

i'm just going to... leave.

Robb Stark

i'm just going to... leave.

maybe we should forget this even happened.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

As a child, you often wondered if Catelyn Stark had a sixth sense. She always seemed to know when you and Robb were up to no good, whether it was sneaking out of Winterfell or trying to convince the cooks for more sweets. There'd always been a knowing look in her eye and the way she'd smile at you and Robb, one single brow raising and hands coming to rest on her waist. 'Now, what are you boys up to?' She'd ask, but you and Robb knew by then the plan was ruined.

And now? Well, now you prayed her sixth sense had grown faulty because if you were caught in bed with the heir to Winterfell, you could only pray to the old gods the Starks would be merciful enough to only send you to the Wall. 

You moved carefully and slowly, sliding the fur blankets off your body and exposing your bare skin to the cold air wafting in through the cracked open window. Your nose crinkled as the wood supporting the bed creaked and groaned loudly, barely sparing a glance over your shoulder at the sleeping man before standing and hurrying to collect your clothes off the floor. You'd done this dance plenty of times over the years, mainly with drunken flings, but this time you weren't slipping away from a brothel worker or a maiden. This time you were slipping away from your best friend. 

Hurriedly tucking your shirt into your pants to avoid the risk of looking suspicious while leaving the room, you spun on your heel and searched the stone floor for your coat. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" A groggy voice questioned and you tensed completely, fingers curling around the top of your pants. The old gods despised you, you were certain of it. "The hunting trip is tomorrow, (Y/N)."

"I'm aware of that." For a man who'd just awoken to find his closest childhood companion getting dressed after a drunken night together, Robb started far too calm for your liking. Perhaps reality hadn't set in completely or whatever he'd drunk the night prior still had some sort of effect on him. 

"Look at me." He murmured, and when you remained with your back turned to him, he spoke again in his 'future Lord of Winterfell' tone that he scarcely used when you were alone with him. "Look at me, (Y/N)."

"My father will wonder where I ran off to, Robb." You told him with a quiet sigh and reluctantly turned around to face him. He certainly looked wide awake to you. His light-colored eyes gazed at you with what you swore was amusement and he reached his arm out to lazily pat the empty side of the bed in a silent invitation, or order. You dug your teeth into the inside of your bottom lip. If either of his parents even caught a glimpse of him, they'd spiral into a lecture that'd end in a threat of sending you away. 

"Come." He groaned, his impatience reminding you of his younger, more brutish sister. "Your family can wait."

"Why are you acting as if any of this is normal, Robb? I cannot be caught in your quarters while you look like that. Maybe- Maybe we should forget this even happened. It was a mistake that will not happen again-"

"You were the one that kissed me." Robb's lips formed a frown and he pushed himself up, bushy brows knitting tightly together. You despised making Robb upset, especially when his pretty eyes were as expressive as words, but it was necessary. You inhaled and forced yourself to look away from him, finally noticing your coat draped over a chair and across the room. You silently moved and slipped it on, properly concealing yourself from the cold and turning to face the man. "Do you not even wish to talk-"

"No, Robb. I'm... I'm just going to... leave. And we'll pretend as if nothing occurred, alright? You'll go back to being the heir of Winterfell and I'll go back to being the kennel master's son, just as it should and always will be."

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[chiefsuitnacho]

Can I just say this was the first time I've ever been happy a character got slapped.

Tyrion lannister x lannister!male reader

It was a normal day at King's landing, it was unbearable hot and you could practically hear Cersei scheming through the walls. Y/n was walking through the long hallways of Kings landing in search of Tyrion. I wanted to give him back the book the nook he had kindly lended him. He also wanted to catch up with his brother about what was going on in his busy life (definitely not to get drunk with him).

That's when he heard it, his brother and cersei were both sitting at the table togeother;Cersei had her usual face of disgust and irritation and tyrions one of frustration and sadness at his sisters usual hateful comments. Suddenly picking up his pace out of fear of what Cersei might say next, Y/n walked into the room hoping to help his brother escape their sisters claws.

At his brothers sudden arrival, Tyrion looked relieved. Y/n could see how his shoulders slightly relaxed.

"Sister, Tyrion I hope you are both well?

"Y/n, Jaime asked me to inform you that he wishes you would write to him;although I can't see why,"informs Cersi adding her usually sparkyness to it. You couldn't understand how Jaime could even bear her for do long. I mean you were both were fortunately never around eachother due to you both despising eachother and actively avoiding eachother. You could say it was a team effort.

If you would excuse us dear sister, father has demanded to have a word with Tyrion.

"Go I can't stomache to talk to either of you any longer."

Y/n knew Cersi despised their brother and she often Balmed him for their mother's death. The way she acted and made snide comments labelling Tyrion as a monster, eventhough he was the sweetest, most intelligent and quick witted person Y/n had ever met. Sometimes well most of the time y/n despised Cersi.

As soon as Y/n and Tyrion left the room and y/n gently closed the chamber doors; they both sighed in relief no longer feeling their sisters intense,venermous gaze on their back.

Brother, thank you for saving me from our beloved sister without jaime around she's even more cruel.

"Little brother, do you really think I would leave you in the lionesses claws as long as I'm here I'll always protect you",promised Y/n while putting a hand around Tyrion's shoulders.

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[got-fantasy]

No one has to find out | Jon Snow x Male Baratheon Reader

Male Reader | Jon meets Robert Baratheon’s oldest son

Your day had been exhausting, you had just arrived in Winterfell with your family, so your father Robert could ask Ned to be the hand of the king.

You were currently in the room the Starks had graciously provided to you, restless yet trying to get to sleep, tossing and turning until you inevitably gave up.

Rising from the bed and getting dressed, you made the decision to go on a midnight stroll, silently leaving your room and sneaking down the halls until you made it outside the building.

The pitch black sky showcasing how late it was, did nothing to deter you, only pressing further on into the night hoping to find something to occupy your time until the morning.

The snow was crunching beneath your feet as you stumbled around aimlessly, making your way to a secluded area, you took off the cloak you wore for warmth and set it on the ground, covering the snow, before sitting down on it.

You found peace gazing up at the shimmering stars, laying down as you slowly forgot about the freezing temperature. Lost in a trance until you heard a voice all out to you.

“What are you doing out here, my lord?” You quickly sat back up, eyes roaming to determine the source of the question. Your eyes fall upon a young man with dark black hair.

“Stargazing, is it not obvious?” You said back, before relaxing and giving a small smirk. “Would you care to join me?” You asked.

“I shouldn't, besides, you shouldn't even be out here.” He said back. “What if someone were to try to attack you, you are the prince, it isn't safe for you to be out in the middle of the night” He continued rigidly.

“Maybe, but I'm already here and since you're so concerned with my safety, then you should stay to protect me” You said with a grin, patting the spot beside you.

Jon let out a small huff, moving over to you and sitting on the cloak, beside you. “It's beautiful, isn't it?” You asked, your eyes moving back up to the stars.

Jon followed your gaze, looking out into the dark sky, the stars reflecting in his eyes, “I suppose it is. But is that why you really came here?” Jon said, returning his gaze to you.

You let out a sigh and turned to face him, “I couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd come out here for a bit”.

"Anyway, I don't believe we've officially met I'm Y/n Baratheon, I take it you're Jon?"

Jon evidently shifted before giving his response. "Yes, I am, my lord."

You laughed softly before responding, "There's no need to be so formal it's just us here, please call me Y/n" You said in a kind tone.

"I don't think Lady Catelyn would be pleased if I addressed you so casually."

"Well then, it's a good thing that she's not here, isn't it" You said.

Jon looked taken aback before smiling to himself, "Yes, I guess it is."

"Y/n..." Jon began hesitantly, "You do know I'm a bastard, don't you?" He asked, his voice quiet.

You gave Jon a soft look, "Of course, but titles don't mean much to me, if I can be honest with you, I'd much rather be a bastard than a prince." You said

Jon looked surprised at your words, "You don't wish to be the prince?" He asked, eyes locked onto you.

"No, I don't, I feel like I'm trapped by the title, it suffocates me." You confessed, looking down at the snow covered ground. You turned your gaze back up to Jon, "But let's not ruin the mood, it's a beautiful night." You said, not taking your eyes off Jon

Jon wordlessly nodded, giving out a low hum, his eyes not leaving yours.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in to kiss the man, feeling his lips so warm against your own. Jon returned the kiss for a short moment before pulling away.

"We shouldn't be doing this, you're the prince, and I'm just a bastard, even if I weren't, we're both men, if anyone were to find out we would-"

You stopped him with another kiss, your hands gently caressing the back of his head. "No one has to find out." you silently promised, looking into his brown eyes.

Jon exhaled, thinking about the punishment the both of you would face if anyone were to learn of your relationship.

"No one has to find out." Jon mirrored back to you, leaning in for another kiss, his arms pulling you close against him.

You stayed out in the dark with Jon for most of the night, until morning came, and you had to sneak back to your room before anyone noticed your absence.

Even though you had just met him, you knew you would love Jon deeply.

And Jon felt the same.

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[ghost9whore]

Lightning’s Reign and Thunder’s Roar VI

Male oc x house of the dragon

This one’s for you @jamieclearwater2314

His soft mews were enough to make any man lose his head.

The way his body moved under mine made heart race.

The loss of him would start a war

(Rhaenys’ P.O.V)

“It’s the King’s tournament for his heir and your father is on the king’s small council.” I told my youngest son

“I understand that but why do I have to go?” My son asked back

“It’s rude for you not to go and you’ll be able to see your cousin Rhaenyra” I countered

“No that’s not what I mean it’s just, Queen Aemma has had 4 pregnancies in the past year every one of them has died” Caserys remarked

“Sigh I know but we still have to go for your father and the king.” I finally spoke

That seemed to get through my youngest’s head. He agreed to go but however became excited for it when he learned Daemon would be coming as well.

The Next Day

I decided to accompany my husband on the boat instead of riding Meleys and racing Caserys on Rayraxs. Caserys had struggled in taming his dragon but, one day it seemed like they had clicked. Rayraxs listened to Caserys and Caserys only. My son had still refused to hold his dragon in the dragon pit but didn’t ask my husband and I to make a space for him. They flew together with a speed that is unmatched. Meleys and I were once known as the fastest but upon inspection at my son we were quickly outmatched.

(Caserys’ P.O.V)

King’s Landing hasn’t changed it still has the same stink it always does. The smell of wine and sex an unforgiving scent. I wished to ride on my dragon however Rayraxs had to stay on the far side of the kingdom as to not frighten the people and because I still refused to hold him in the dragon pit.

I was walking around the halls of the King’s Castle when I stumbled upon my cousin Rhaenyra. She hadn’t seem to notice me. She was lost walking away from her mother’s room. I swiftly walked up behind her to spook her and make my presence known.

“Hello dear cousin” I started

“Hello Caserys you startled me” she responded

I linked my arm under hers as we continued to walk.

“How are you doing cousin?” I asked her

“I’m well excited for the tournament” she replied

“Haha I mean with your mothers pregnancy. You will not be the only child anymore” I continued

“I’m happy that my father will finally have his son and I hope that my mother doesn’t have to continue having children.” she confessed

Her confession did startle me. Normally it would be considered treasonous for someone to wish the queen would stop having children and it’s uncouth for the princess to admit that. She as well seemed startled.

“I’m sorry I don’t know why I told you that please don’t tell-“

“Rhaenyra it’s ok I won’t tell anyone” I cut her off comforting her

Rhaenyra’s face soften at my statement. She thanked me and told me she had to go as she was late for her father’s meeting. I didn’t believe we were close enough to share things like that. So why did she tell me that?

(Daemon’s P.O.V)

Walking up the steps of the Castle of King’s Landing feels much better knowing the gold cloaks and I made this city much safer and that this castle would one day be mine.

Entering the throne room I see my prize. What everything I have done has been for, my seat, my power. The Iron Throne. Sitting on this throne feels even better I connect to the seat as if it was made for me. Reveling in my throne I’m interrupted as my niece walks in.

“What are you doing uncle?” she asks me in High Velaryon

“Sitting” I chuckle responding back in Velaryon

(Caserys’ P.O.V)

The cliff near the back of the king’s castle were the only space big enough that could hold Rayraxs as the dragon pit wasn’t a suitable option and he desired to be close to me. I had told him to stay yet if I was in danger he would destroy the entire city trying to look for me. My mother instructed me to greet my father and the king after their small council meeting. Then, after I was to ready myself for the heir’s tournament my mother said that the king was never truly a dragon rider so dragon back wasn’t his favorite scent.

Getting closer to the small council room I hear speaking it’s coming from the council room. I investigate the sound to find a small crack in the wall near the room. This crack is not guarded and is secluded enough that no one could see me here. I begin to listen to the conversation so that I’m able to hear

“Queen Aemma must have this child, If the realm is left to Daemon it will devolve into madness.”

“Daemon is the king’s heir and until this child comes he will stay the king’s heir”

“I can offer a different solution for a different heir.” This voice I recognized as my father

“Corlys you would have your wife as the heir?”

“Rhaenys was stepped over but has produced two male heirs. The throne should go through us.” My father responded to the man

“Enough because you sit as the King’s table does not make you his equal. You forgot yourself Corlys.”

“Your son Caserys would make a better whore than king” another man said

That statement about me was something I had heard before as well as my father. However, that still didn’t hold his anger I could hear him stand up and slam his hands on the table as he stood up.

“Silence do not speak ill of Lord Corlys’ son. My son will be born soon and I will not hear anymore of this until he is” The voice spoke that I recognized as King Viserys

The meeting was coming to an end I needed to leave to be able to greet my father and the king. I slipped out of the crack and walked a few steps down before walking back to see my father exiting the small council room. He looked a little disturbed his hand reached for my arm as he pulled me away before anyone else could see me.

“What are you doing here?” He asked me angrily as looked around

“I had to come to greet you and the King” I told him

“Not here you can greet the King at the tournament” he spoke to me

I could tell he was angry at the the man would made the whore comment at me but I didn’t want to bring it up as he would be angrier that I was listening. I couldn’t help but shake the feeling that the man was right.

I would make a better whore than anything…

The tournament felt as a cover. That their was an underlying issue that wasn’t being spoken about. King Viserys had left halfway. The first tournament player has asked for my mother’s blessing calling her the queen who never was a restraining title. Daemon had asked for Rhaenyra’s friend Alicent’s favor which felt like he was mocking me and the last player named Criston Cole had asked for Rhaenyra’s favor. In the end Criston Cole had won the tournament but the news spread of Queen Aemma’s death and suddenly no one could care for the tournament. Rhaenyra, Alicent, and Daemon had all left my parents as well.

The news was found out to be true. Queen Aemma and her son Prince Baelon had passed away. Their funeral were to take place in the morning. How quickly this joyous day has turned sad. Rayraxs had been staying away as he wouldn’t stay in dragon pit but wasn’t allowed free reign. The funeral was to be as expected. Rhaenyra seemed more angry at her father than mournful with him.

Daemon spooked up behind me.

“Such a tragic what happened to the King’s Heir” he spoke in a whispered manner but I felt the bits of malice in his voice.

He spoke and walked away before I could response to him walking towards Rhaenyra. His expression changed and softened when he spoke to Rhaenyra it seems his words continued to fuel her anger towards her father. Syrax was waiting on top of a rock near Queen Aemma and Prince Baelon’s bodies. Rhaenyra looked to her father to say the word but he was too choked up. That seemed to anger her more and she spoke the command words instead of her father.

“Dracarys” she said with tears in her eyes.

And with the fire went King Viserys’ heir

The whole castle was in mourning of the Queen and Prince’s death or so I thought.

I heard that Daemon rented out an entire whore house in the street of silk to celebrate his new throne. His entire city watch in toe.

Listening to my father speak about Daemon’s actions made me wonder how the King reacted. It didn’t take long before I learned that Daemon had been disowned as heir. He had no heir so my father told me that Otto Hightower had recommended another person. My father told me this because she was my friend and cousin. He felt that our houses should have been united and we should keep the Targaryen’s close.

The King’s heir is

Rhaenyra Targaryen

A/N: it’s been a while and I’ve been very busy with finals but now it’s over and I have something else in store that I’m excited to share

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