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CONTROLLING!ORMUND THOUGHTS
ormund hightower x reader
word count : 900
warnings / other information : gaslighting, emotion maniplation/coercion, guilt tripping, canon typical missogny/sexism, possessive and controlling behaviour, power imbalance, dark!ormund, belittling/degrading, VERY unhealthy relationship
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Omfg 😫
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Request for Ormund from me hehe
Ormund having a wife who hates Targaryens even more than him? Maybe because of her family's history or something. Most fics have Targaryen Readers but what about Lady Macbeth type of Reader? 👀
We stan toxic power couples on this blog 🤭 and I felt the need to write some Ormund stuff after the finale...
Anyway, hope you like it!
Title: Toxicity
Warnings: NSFW, cannon typical sexism, toxic relationship
“Why do you insist that we keep that thing.”
Ormund, who had his eyes shut as he sunk deeper into his bath, simply raised a hand and beckoned you to come closer. When he didn’t hear the typical sound of approaching footsteps (like he expected when he gave an order) he opened his eyes.
You were standing in the doorway to his own private bathroom, arms folded and an angry look on your face. Usually no one would dare look at him in that manner but you were the sole exception. Once again he beckoned you towards him and with a heavy exhale you did so. Dark green skirts swished around your ankles as you walked into the lavender scented room.
“Why-”
“Because,” Ormund interrupted, “as repulsive as it is to have that creature anywhere near us, we need it. Surely even you can understand something as simple as that.”
You stood at the foot of the bath, resting your hands against the edge of the bathtub. Your fingers slightly dipped into the lavender scented water and you knew that you’d be smelling of it for days. You always did after Ormund paid a visit to that wretched beast.
“A weapon,” you said bluntly, “you’re using it as a weapon.”
“And finally you get it.”
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it’s really fucking aggravating how nobody can be a victim but rhaenyra. alicent is too complicit and that’s all she’ll ever be, despite doing everything rhaenyra asks this season. baela and helaena should be grateful to their Supreme Leader instead of having autonomy and pushing back at her knowing she’s the reason why their families have been harmed or, worse, murdered. mysaria should feel comforted knowing she was used for her body one last time before being exiled because at least she got gold like the whore she always was. but rhaenyra having men hold helaena down to force feed her? that’s kindness 🥺 what was she supposed to doooo guyssss 🥺 shes only thirtyteen years old 🥺
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I Shut Her Wild, Wild Eyes With Kisses Four
Gwayne Hightower x Targaryen Princess Reader
𓏲ּ𝄢 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: for four years you've stolen affection from ser gwayne hightower. kisses pressed to his cheek. fingers buried in his auburn hair. now you're finally betrothed, yet he remains as painfully chivalrous as ever, denying being pulled into an unwatched hallway or even a kiss despite his mischievous princess's every attempt to entice him.
𓏲ּ𝄢 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: smut, p with p, mild angst, fluff, heavy romance, swearing, poor gwayne, reader is a menace, yearning, making out, cunnilingus, thigh riding, 18+ MDNI
𓏲ּ𝄢 𝐚𝐧: reader is targaryen (rhaenyra’s younger sister)—no physical features are explicitly described other than targaryen features (purple eyes and silver hair since i couldn’t resist) title from freddie fox's droolworthy reading of Keats' La Belle Dame Sans Merci~ link
𓏲ּ𝄢 𝐰𝐜: 8.9k (oneshot)
Gwayne Hightower would not touch you.
It was beginning to feel like a punishment.
He was ever the attentive fiancée. He offered his arm when you walked. He held your waist to help you dismount Dreamfyre, but let go as soon as your riding boots brushed the floor. During feasts, he led you by the small of your back when the crowd pressed too closely, but he never allowed it to settle there. These many years you had been beside him, and he had never even stolen a kiss.
He spent four years before your match as your personal knight. And you had hardly been restrained with your affection for him then.
You pressed kisses to his cheek whenever he did something that pleased you. You threaded your fingers through his auburn hair when he knelt before you to fasten the ties of your riding boots. You touched him at any opportunity. And now that he was your betrothed, your behavior grew tenfold.
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Tags !: fem! reader x jason todd, eating out, piv, unprotected, wrap it b4 u tap it!
Jason Todd and the way he touches your thighs while eating you out. He said he wouldn't take long and it's just prep until you find yourself pined by his hands hold onto the back of your knees that are pressed up your boobs.
His tongue sucking, prodding and licking you. Your slick is running down his chin as you just hear the nasty sounds coming from your lower half. Jason's hips keep grinding into the mattress causing it to squeak.
His boxers are getting sticky the bedsheets bellow him starting to form a little wet patch. You felt your pussy start to spasm and a weird sensation. You squirted and came on his face. He pulled away, his face drenched and licking his lips.
"Do that again f'me...? Please baby..." Jason hurried to peel off his boxers bringing you into a kiss purely full of tongue and teeth.
"C'mon baby put your legs up f'me..." Jason's voice was sooo groggy. It was so fucking sexy you just couldn't help but do what he told you.
"That's it..." He started pushing his tip in slowly and bottomed out.
"Oh my gosh... Jay... s' too big...!" You moaned out. He started moving his hips repeatedly slamming into your ass. Your nails running down his back. Jason's face was buried in your shoulder kissing you.
"Fuck you feel too good..." He moaned. His hips moving faster as he brought you into a kiss that was softer than the other.
"Please baby... cum on my cock... please..." You nodded over and over again jaw going slack as you threw your head back. Then he hit that spot and you just started crying out of sheer pleasure, his hips tightened up and gently grabbed your face moaning into the kiss as his tongue entered your mouth.
When he pulled out a white ring was formed around his cock, and the view he was presented was your sweet pussy in full display for him. Just so full of him he almost was about to start another round until he realized you were tired.
He ended up leaving an hour or two after to go patrol you didn't really count as he ran you a bath and washed your hair gently. His hands running through your scalp nicely. You fell asleep in a a hoodie of his.
Later...
Jason decided to take a well earned shower at the end of his patrol at the batcave. Either way he had to go to a debrief after so it was like he had a choice. He ended up coming out in some sweats and a tank only for Tim to gag and Damian give him a side eye. Steph and Duke whispered to each other giggling as Cass smirked at him.
"Damn how busy were you before you came here Jason?" Steph snickered only for Jason to roll his eyes.
Dick patted him on the back, trying to hide his laughter, "Jay, you might wanna check your back, but hey good job buddy!" He said in between wheezes.
"The fuck are you on about dick hea- he looked at his back in the reflection of one of the many monitors of the bat computer.
"You're all immature!" His cheeks were getting redder as the batfam broke into laughter.
A/N: letting the freak out ( ´ཀ` )
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Ormund your lord husband
ᴏʀᴍᴜɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ! who puts a little of your perfume into his pomander so he can carry your scent with him and be reminded of you.
ᴏʀᴍᴜɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ! who loves fathering children with you simply because his favorite sight is seeing you carrying his heirs.
ᴏʀᴍᴜɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ! who adores having private dinners with you in your chambers, enjoying your company, listening to your voice, and hearing about how your day went.
ᴏʀᴍᴜɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ! who, on stressful and exhausting days, has only one thing on his mind: wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his face in your lap.
ᴏʀᴍᴜɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ! who is secretly attracted when you share your opinions with him and display your intelligence when discussing political matters.
ᴏʀᴍᴜɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ! who never hesitates to provide you with the finest and most expensive jewelry, silks, and fragrances in the entire realm.
Need that
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Willas Tyrell needs more love, that is my husband. I am suffering from the lack of Willas fics 😫 That man is educated, kind, gentle, and kind hearted and he loves to read and look at the stars. Thats my man with a bad leg. I need him so bad.
Actually, so is garlan. I’m actually also kinda glad they’re not in the show otherwise THOSE fans would find them 😖