#bronn x female reader

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Spilled Wine (NSFW)

Word count: 2756

Character(s): Bronn of the Blackwater

Reader: Female Lannister reader

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Eventual Smut / Age Gap (Reader is of age) / Oral Sex (M & F Receiving) / Drinking / Vulgar Language

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(AN: I literally cannot find that many Bronn fics so I decided fuck it I'll write my own. Also I can’t remember exactly how it all went when Tyrion made it back to kings landing, cause I watched that ages ago, so just ignore any mistakes in the plot 😂)

News of Tyrions arrival back at Kings Landing was music to your ears, you’d spent more than enough time trying to converse with your older sister Cersei but it wasn't the same. The banter you had with your younger brother Tyrion was far more interesting than whatever twisted drama Cersei had to offer.

You got on with Cersei yes but when you heard Tyrions voice passing by your door as your Handmaiden helped you get ready for a great feast at his return you couldn't help but grin and hold back your urge to rush just to go and see him. When you were dressed you dismissed your handmaiden and quickly headed to the hall with your assigned guard in toe to try and catch up to your brother before he was bombarded by the rest of your family and friends.

As you enter the room you see a small crowd of knights stood with your brother, along with a man you’d never seen before. Quickly approaching the youngest Lannister you clear your throat. “How rude of you to pass by my chambers without saying hello little brother.”

“Ah here she is, this beautiful creature is my older sister. Lady Y/N.” Tyrion says making you roll your eyes.

“Oh Tyrion how I’ve missed your compliments.” You say with a smile. 

“I’m sure you have sister. Let me introduce you to this handsome man. This is Bronn of the Blackwater, he is the one who helped me on my travels.” Tyrion says motioning to the dark haired man who was currently eyeing you up and down as though you were some rare creature.

“Well Bronn, I’d like to thank you for bringing my brother home safely. Though I'm sure his endless talking made you want to throw him out of a window.”

“Aye my Lady, it had its ups and downs. Though it’s nice to see his tales of your beauty are true.” He replies and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks turning them a nice shade of red.

“Well my brother may be a liar at times and spin a false tale or two but I’m glad to look as you expected.”

“If you two don’t mind.” Tyrion interrupts. “I am starving and in need of some food and wine to fill my belly.”

“Of course brother, will you be joining us Bronn?”

“Aye, I could do with a drink.”

Instead of sitting at the main table with you and the rest of his family Tyrion sat amongst the crowd of knights with Bronn at his side. The pair shared tales of their travel to anyone who would listen whilst drinking and eating though Bronns chatter seemed to falter here and there as though he was distracted.

Tyrion looked to his new friend when he drifted off mid reply to some trivial question and gave a knowing smirk at the sight of the Sellsword gazing over to you. He knew that after the countless stories he’d shared about his older siblings Bronn would most definitely be eager to see you in person.

“You like her.” Tyrion said nudging Bronn almost making him spill his wine.

“She’s nice.” Bronn replies quickly.

“Nice enough to bed?”

“She’s your sister.” Bronn replies sharply. “And a lady. Doesn't she have some rich lord waiting for her hand in marriage?”

“That normally wouldn't stop you.” Tyrion said with a laugh then continued. “She was intended to be wed, though her future husband was killed in a battle so now she waits until our father finds her a new suitor. I’m sure she won't mind having her bed warmed for the night by the man who brought her beloved little brother home safely.”

Bronn laughed nervously and downed his wine before signalling for the cup-bearer to fill it up again. Throughout the night Bronn watched from his seat next to Tyrion as you ate, drank and then stood and chatted to your Handmaiden and some of your friends at the back of the room.

“It’s getting late, why don’t you escort my sister back to her chambers? I’m sure she could do with being rescued from the other lords in the room.”

“If that’s what my lord wishes.” Bronn finishes his drink and stands from the table which he has to hold onto momentarily as all the wine he’d drank hits him. When Bronn walked towards you and your friends he looked around nervously when he saw the small group of women looking to him before they muttered something to you. “My lady-” Bronn began as he approached you but when you turned and your eyes met his you grinned and interrupted him.

“Oh Bronn, come dance with me. I’m tired of hideous lords wanting to spin me round the room.” You say and refuse to wait for an answer. Instead you take hold of one of Bronns calloused hands and drag him through the crowd to the centre of the room and pull him towards you as you hold his hand and rest your other on his ribs.

The rhythm is uplifting and you can’t help but giggle as Bronn fumbles to keep up with you. “My lady. Your brother has asked that I escort you back to your chambers.” Bronn says when he finally finds his footing and dances with you in time to the music. His hand is holding yours tightly whilst his other is resting on your waist.

“Is that so?” You ask with a slight slur and quickly shift your gaze to your little brother who smirks and winks at you before downing the rest of the wine in his mug.

“Yes m’lady, he said to rescue you from the stuck-up cunt lords trying to ask you to dance.” He says in annoyance making you laugh at his choice of words.

“I assume some of those are your own words and not my brothers.” You say and he shrugs. When the song finishes and switches to that of a slower rhythm you stop dancing. “Escort me back to my chambers then. If my brother commands it.”

Bronn immediately turns and releases your hand allowing you to slip your arm around his and hold his bicep as he walks you through the crowd of lords and ladies that littered the room. You slipped out of the room, managing to avoid the prying eyes of your sister and her children, and walk down the corridor away from the loud music and chattering.

You walked with Bronn in silence down the corridor and further away from the celebration. The night air hits you both as you pass by the open windows of the corridor. “You’re a quiet one aren't you.” You say breaking the silence as you near your chambers.

“I’m a better listener than a talker.”

“A good quality for a man, I can’t tell you the amount of times I've been approached by lords who can never shut the fuck up.” You say and Bronn laughs.

“I imagine it’s more times than you can remember.”

“Most likely yes. All part of being an unmarried woman I suppose.” You sigh as you reply though Bronn does not add a comment. Soon you were standing outside of your chambers and looking up to the taller man as you relate your arm from around his. “Would you like to come in for a drink, as a thank you for returning my brother back in one piece? I think you deserve to try a more expensive wine than that served at the feast.”

“If that would please you m’lady then I will share a drink with you.”

Opening your door you step inside and head over to your table where a fresh jug of wine sits in the centre along with some goblets and lit candles to decorate. Bronn sits down at the table opposite you and watches with intense eyes as you pour two cups of wine and slide one over to him before taking a sip from your own.

“What do you make of it?” You ask watching as Bronn takes sip after sip of the liquid.

He gulps down the rest of it and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before putting the cup down on the hard surface of the table. “It’s the best wine I've ever tasted.”

“I’m glad you like it. Care for some more?” You ask taking the jug into your hands as you re-fill your cup. Bronn nods and watches as you move around the table towards him, bending at the waist ever so slightly to pour the expensive liquid into his cup. Your breasts threaten to spill from the top of your dress and Bronn can feel his breaches growing tighter as he blatantly stares at your chest.

“See something you like?” You ask when you catch Bronn staring. His eyes don’t move from your chest as you expected that they would, if it had been anyone else they would be fighting to look anywhere but your exposed skin but Bronn continued to keep his gaze fixed on the area at the top of your dress.

“Aye, I see two things I like.” His eyes flick up to your face and he smirks before taking a sip from his cup.

You place the jug on the table and swallow down a mouthful of wine before putting your cup down and moving over to the Sellsword. Bronn watches with eager eyes as you lift your dress up to straddle his thighs and plant yourself on his lap with your chest directly in his face. His hands quickly move to your waist whilst your own wrap around the back of his neck. You can feel the twitch of his cock pressing through his trousers and against your pussy.

“You’re a bold lady aren't you?” He questions making you smirk as his blue eyes look up to catch yours.

“I’m a lady who knows what she wants.” You say and before he can reply you press your lips against his. Bronn grabs your ass and pulls you closer against his body as he stands and slams you down onto the table, the force causing the jug and cups to fall and shatter on the floor below. “That was expensive wine.” You complain after hearing the pottery breaking and rich wine spilling onto the concrete.

“Fuck the wine you can buy more, there’s something else I'd rather taste anyway.” Tugging your dress and under-garments up Bronn pushes you down onto the table and kisses the insides of your thighs that are now hooked over his shoulders before diving his tongue between your labia. The Sellsword works his tongue like magic, licking and sucking exactly how you like it which has you clawing and arching against the table as you cum.

Giving a rough tug to his hair you pull him away from your privates and jump off the edge of the table to kiss him, your juices were coating his lips and dampened his facial hair and the thought that your scent would be embedded in his moustache for days drove him mad. Bronn unsheathes one of his knives from his belt and turns you around so he can slice the intricate lacing on the back of your dress. The sharp blade cuts through the knots with ease and the tip of the blade delicately grazes your back until Bronn returns his knife to its holster.

Turning back around you kiss Bronn again and the pair of you fight to undress one another whilst crossing the room to your bed. You can hear the ripping of fabric as he tears the dress from your body before pulling his own shirt over his head whilst you unlace his breaches to free his cock. Pulling away from his lips you quickly drop to your knees despite Bronns grip trying to stop you. “A lady shouldn’t be kneeling for a Sellsword.” He says with panted breaths.

“A lady can kneel for whoever she pleases.” You reply with a smirk as you unlace his trousers and free his cock.

Bronn looks down at you as you take his cock into your hand and begin to stroke it until it’s standing fully erect. Gathering saliva in your mouth you wrap your lips around the tip and suck it making Bronn groan and push a hand through your hair. The girth of his cock makes your mouth ache as you stretch your lips around the shaft to accommodate him. 

“Never had a noble lady on her knees for me before. Think I can get used to this.” He sighs with a lazy smile as he watches you with hooded eyes whilst you suck his cock. When Bronn is close to cumming he begrudgingly drags you up from your kneeling position and throws you onto the bed against your pillows with little to no effort. You lay with closed legs watching him as he removes his boots and trousers to join you in the centre of the bed.

Bronn kisses one of your knees and slowly pushes his hands between your legs, opening them just enough so he can kiss his way up to your thighs until he reaches your pussy again. “Best cunt I've ever tasted, better than any wine I've ever tasted too.” He says between lapping deep strokes against your clit with his tongue.

You moan as he sucks your clit causing jolts of pleasure to hit you. “Come here.” You say grabbing at his sculpted arms and Bronn happily moves to kiss you once more as he hovers over you. His dick is thick and dripping with pre-cum as he grinds it between your folds and against your clit. “I take it you’re not a maiden.” He says taking ahold of his cock and tucking it at your entrance.

“Unfortunately no, though I hope that’s not off-putting.”

“Never, means I don’t have to be gentle with you.” He pushes into you, the stretch his cock gives makes you fight back a scream of pleasure. He continues pushing into you until his cock is fully sheathed in-between your sopping walls though before you have time to adjust he begins pounding into you.

“F-Fuck.” You stutter as you dig your nails into his back making him grunt. Bronn watches with pride at how your face contorts with pleasure while he hammers into you at a brutal pace. His hips slam against your body and he reaches a hand up to hold your face and kiss you whilst his other is braced at the side of your head to keep him from collapsing on you.

“You ever been fucked like this before?” He asks whilst pressing his forehead against yours.

“No, never.” You moan. “Best fuck I've ever had.” Your blissful smile makes Bronn smirk with confidence and soon he has you cumming around his cock. Your walls constrict around him and he knows he has to fight the urge to pump his cum in you. Instead Bronn opts to pull out and plaster your belly and tits with thick white ropes of his seed.

With a moan and a grunt Bronn jerks his cock until it’s drained. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to your lips where he eagerly kisses you as he had done before. “Let me get a cloth m’lady. Can’t be leaving you in this state can we.” He says and moves from on top of you to go to your attaches washroom and retrieve a damp cloth.

Bronn takes his time wiping his seed from your body as well as delicately cleaning between your legs before wiping himself and returning the cloth to the other room. When he re-enters he sees that you’ve turned onto your side and pulled the covers over your naked body. He crosses the room and leans over to kiss you once more. “Goodnight Bronn, thank you again for saving my brother.” You say softly, voice clearly full of exhaustion.

“Goodnight m’lady.” He smiles, revelling in the fact that he knows you’re going to be struggling to walk in the morning. Bronn dresses quickly and leaves your chambers after peering out of the room and checking that the hallways were clear from any prying eyes. Unbeknownst to him Tyrion had been passing the end of the corridor when he saw the Sellsword leaving your chambers, he smirked at the sight of his friend closing your door and taking off in the opposite direction.

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Sandor Clegane x Reader Insert Fics

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Disclaimers!

Stories and Gif are NOT mine.

Some contain mature content.

Readers are mostly female.

Note: if you read and enjoy any of these stories - please like, leave a comment and/or reblog original post!

In the North

Summary: they had a relationship before they had to part ways and so they get reunited when reader is sent with Jorah by Daenarys to get a white walker, Beric and Thoros is in disbelief that Sandor can be able of loving someone

Love?

Sandor Clegane x Stark!Reader

Opposites Attract

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader

The Kennel Master’s Daughter

Sandor x female!Reader

Sandor Clegane x fem!nurse!reader

Warnings: none it's fluffy

Summary: Back at the time when Joffrey was king, the king's guard got into a fight with the people of flea bottom ending up with many of them injured including Sandor Clegane himself. What will happen when out of all the nurses only Y/N is brave enough to help him?

A Hound Will Die For You But Never Lie To You 

Trigger warnings: NSFW, swearing, all the usual Game Of Thrones warnings.

Rating: M (It jumps right in there so if that’s triggering for you I’d suggest skipping it)

Summary: Imagine being the one to gentle the rage inside Sandor Clegane.

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x Reader (gender neutral).

Everything

Summary: A little drabble about Sandor’s feelings for the reader.

Scarred

Summary: Request from anon: I have a request! Sandor/Reader where the reader is being really lovey with Sandor and kissing him everywhere and she kisses his scarred side and he pushes her away but eventually gives in because she’s persistent that she will kiss him there and that he doesn’t have to worry because she loves his face.

An unexpected scene

NSFW Fic

Angered Beasts

Request: Hi can I request a drabble where the reader is one of joffreys playthings, like sansa is, and she runs into the hound after a beating? Something a little fluffy, please x

Warning: Mentions of violence and slight blood, female reader

Bathing in a tub with Sandor - drabble

Last Night

Fem!Stark!Reader

Request: Are requests still open? If so, please could I request a Hound x Stark reader where they confess their feelings for each other before they fight the Night King?

Good Dog

Warnings: Spoiler!,Fluff, swearing

Summary: Reader is found in the snow 

Hounds and Gingers

Summary: a short, fluffy imagine

An Urgent Confession

(female reader)

Summary: A little story about the reader reminiscing of a moment between her and Sandor 

A Hound’s Jealousy

Just a short little jealous!Hound request

Warnings: jealous Sandor, handsy guy

A Good Punishment

Summary: a handmaid is given to the King’s dog

Another Drink

Summary: rough smut with Sandor after he’s sees you with Bronn

Meeting at Winterfell

Summary: Imagine being a Stark and meeting Sandor Clegane at Winterfell

Imagine Sandor realizing that Tormund has a crush on you

Jealous Sandor…

Sharing a Bed with the Hound

Awkward Fluff!

To Break the Spell

Summary: Beauty & the Beast au

Imagine it’s you who Sandor takes away from Kings Landing during the Battle of Blackwater Bay

Series: More Than Our Servitude

Sandor Clegane x Fem!Reader

Summary: You lived your life as one of the washerwomen of the Red Keep, only seeing the Hound in passing. Still, when the madness of the Battle of Blackwater erupted, he came for you. The Hound is weary from battle, but you try and soothe what little you can.

Our Family

Sandor x wife!Reader

Summary: Sandor enjoys spending the day with his wife and son

His Queen

Sandor x female Reader

Sandor is soft with joffery’s wife

Sandor’s Secret

Sandor x fem!Reader

Summary: Sandor has a secret hidden away from everyone.

Series: Fox and the Hound

Sandor x Reader

Summary: Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Secret Wife (female reader)

Based on this request:  Can you do something with Sandor secretly having a wife. Maybe they met when he was serving king Robert and they met when she was hunting and eloped after a few years. She left before the battle of Blackwater because Sandor didn’t want her getting wrapped up in that so They meet again in Winterfell and no one can actually believe it.  

WITH THIS ADDED: Sandor and reader in a somewhat secret relationship. Tormund keeps hitting on reader in front of Sandor and finally his jealousy gets the better of him and he makes a loud declaration of their love. 

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[ao3feed-tywin]

Gendry's Son | Male Reader X Harem

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by Hollunk

After a 30 year reign, Y/n Baratheon has fallen on the field of battle. Facing the final Blackfyre Rebellion. Taking the final Blackfyre down with him. But he refuses to give in to death, and is reborn in the body of the supposed second son of Robert Baratheon, Orys Baratheon.

Words: 3623, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sansa Stark, Arianne Martell, Elia Sand, Daenerys Targaryen, Margaery Tyrell, Myrcella Baratheon, Original Female Character(s), Reader, Ashara Dayne, Jeyne Westerling Stark, Cersei Lannister, Robert Baratheon, Joffrey Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, Ned Stark, Tywin Lannister, Catelyn Tully Stark, Brandon Stark, Bran Stark, Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Gendry (A Song of Ice and Fire), Arya Stark, Benjen Stark, Jon Arryn, Varys (A Song of Ice and Fire), Petyr Baelish, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Olenna Tyrell, Bronn (A Song of Ice and Fire), Sandor Clegane, Brienne of Tarth, Thoros of Myr (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Relationships: Sansa Stark/Original Male Character(s), Arianne Martell/Original Male Character(s), Elia Sand/Original Male Character(s), Daenerys Targaryen/Original Male Character(s), Margaery Tyrell/Original Male Character(s), Myrcella Baratheon/Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Ashara Dayne/Original Male Character(s), Jeyne Westerling/Original Male Character(s), Catelyn Tully Stark/Original Male Character(s), Cersei Lannister/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Aunt/Nephew Incest, Sibling Incest, Shameless Smut, Older Man/Younger Woman, Older Woman/Younger Man, Westeros (A Song of Ice and Fire), Essos (A Song of Ice and Fire), Greyjoy Rebellion | Balon Greyjoy's Rebellion Against the Iron Throne, Parent/Child Incest

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cgpi4zK

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[broken-ghost]

Inbox is Open for Requests! 

I typically write female reader out of habit so if you would prefer gender neutral or male reader please specify and you got it !

Fluff, Angst, Smut, I’m open for anything.

All requests welcome but if you are looking for prompts here’s the Latest Prompt List: First Kiss Prompts

Masterlist

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Fandoms/Characters I write for:

Stranger Things: Jim Hopper, Dmitri Antonov, Joyce Byers, Murray Bauman, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Alexei Smirnoff

Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Thranduil, Legolas, Elrond, Boromir, Kili, Fili, Bofur, Aragorn, Celeborn, Bilbo, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Eowyn, Arwen

Obey Me!: Lucifer, Diavolo, Mammon, Beelzabub

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul: Hank Schrader, Lalo Salamanca, Nacho Vargo, Jesse Pinkman, Howard Hamlin, Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman

Game of Thrones: Jamie Lannister, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Jorah Mormont, Sandor Clegane, Tormund Giantsbane, Stannis Baratheon, Bronn of the Blackwater, Gendry Baratheon, Jaqen H'ghar (This is the only fandom I’m open to writing character x character pairings in so feel free to send those as well)

The Boys: Homelander, Queen Maeve, Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy, Mother’s Milk, Frenchie

Squid Game: Seong Gi-hun, Cho Sang-woo, Hwang Jun-ho, Sae-byeok, Jang Deok-su, Salesman, Front Man

The Hollows/Rachel Morgan Series: Trent Kalamack, Rachel Morgan, Ivy Tamwood, Algaliarept “Al”, Rynn Cormel, Stanley Saladan, Kisten Felps, David Hue

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Character/Ship List

Requests are currently OPEN

Feel free to drop a request in my inbox or messages! You are free to ask for prompts from my prompt list; EVERYTHING is free game! I welcome specific scenarios and kinks and will write almost anything. If I do not feel comfortable writing anything I will message you, or make a post if your an annon, and explain why I will not write it.

WARNING: I will not write for girls born with male genitals (shapeshifting is the exception), or 18+ content involving characters or a reader under the age of 16. I am not comfortable writing sub!males, or m4m and will not, under any circumstance, write anything that discriminates against race, gender, or sexuality.

I DO NOT WRITE FOR REAL PEOPLE!!

I tend to lean towards a dominant reader when paired with a female character but am willing to try sub or switch. (Just no promises that it'll be any good.)

Characters/Fandoms/Ships

Harry Potter

Snape

Bellatrix

Narcissa

Draco

Harry

Ron

Hermione

Ginny

Blaise

Dumbledore (no NSFW)

McGonagall (no NSFW)

Tonks

Remus

Sirius

Marvel

Natasha

Steve

Tony

Peggy

Wanda

Jane Foster

Loki

Thor

Siv

Frigga (no NSFW)

Carol

Valkyrie

Maria

LotR

Legolas

Arwen

Aragorn

Boromer

Gandalf (no NSFW)

Wednesday (Netflix)

Larissa

Wednesday

Xavier

Morticia

Tyler

Bianca

Enid

GoT

Brienne

Sandor (no NSFW)

Jamie

Tyrion

Bronn

Sansa

Daenerys

Missande

Melisandre

Cersie

John

Jorah

Arya

Rob

Catelyn (no NSFW)

Hunger Games

Katniss

Lyme

Coin

Joanna

Haymitch

Finnick

Star Wars

Rey

Kylo Ren

Leia

Han

Phasma

RE8

Alcina

Bela

Cassandra

Daniela

Donna

Heisenberg

Miscellanious

Jan Stevens

Gwen (In Fabric)

Jane Murdstone

Lady Jane

Lucifer (Netflix Sandman)

Miranda Hilmarson

Alma Peregrine

Maleficent

Ships (not all are listed) (feel free to request your own)

Snape x Bellatrix

Snape x Narcissa

Dramione

McGonagall x Dumbledore (no NSFW)

Wandanat

Steve x Nat

Nat x Peggy

Loki x Jane

Loki x Wanda

Thor x Siv

Loki x Siv

Morissa

Wenclair

Brienne x Sandor

Sansa x Sandor

John x Daenerys

Reylo

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[lxvepotiion]

welcome to kore's writing haven

¸ about me : hih, im kore, 22, an aquarius. i use she/her. bisexual. italian/american 🫶🏻. occasionally a writer but mostly just a procrastinator.

❛ writing preferences/info ,, i'll write anything from smut to fluff to angst. the only things i will not be writing for or entertaining is pedophilia, things like age play, or the like. readers will almost always be female / afab. preferably mdni. but i can't control your media intake. just...reader at your own discretion. don't like it? don't read it. easy to close the app. simply don't interact.

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fandoms and characters i write for + masterlist

Bridgerton ,, Anthony Bridgerton. Benedict Bridgerton.

Call of Duty ,, Simon "Ghost" Riley. John Price. Johnny "Soap" Mactavish. König.

Criminal Minds ,, Aaron Hotchner. Spencer Reid. Emily Prentiss.

Game of Thrones ,, Jaime Lannister. Tyrion Lannister. Ser Bronn. Tormund Giantsbane. Robb Stark.

Good Omens ,, Aziraphale. Crowley.

Harry Potter ,, Sirius Black. Remus Lupin. James Potter. Wolfstar x Reader.

NBC's Hannibal ,, Hannibal Lecter. Will Graham. Hannigram x Reader.

House of the Dragon ,, Aemond Targaryen. Alicent Hightower. Daemon Targaryen. Aemond & Helaena x Reader.

Marvel ,, Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Tony Stark. Bruce Banner. Druig. Loki Laufeyson. Andrew!Peter Parker. Stucky x Reader.

Outlander ,, Jamie Fraser.

Once Upon a Time ,, Killian Jones. Rumplestiltskin. Regina Mills. Zelena

Peaky Blinders ,, Thomas Shelby. Arthur Shelby Jr.

Supernatural ,, Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester. Castiel. Rowena MacLeod. Demon!Dean Winchester. Gabriel.

The Vampire Diaries ,, Damon Salvatore. Klaus Mikaelson. Elijah Mikaelson. Kol Mikaelson. Rebekah Mikaelson. Kai Parker. Katherine Pierce. Marcel Gerard.

The Witcher ,, Geralt of Rivia. Jaskier. Yennefer of Vengerberg. Geralt x Yen x Reader.

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feel free to browse through my page and let your thoughts fly to my ask box! if you have any requests or questions, don't hesitate to reach out. happy reading! 📚

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Sword for Hire Chapter 1

Bronn x fem!reader

Word Count: 802

Summary: You’d grown up a bastard. Ignored by your hometown and it was only natural that you’d grown sick of it. So you struck out on your own. What interesting times lie ahead of you?

Nights like this it was impossible not to think.

You idly poked at your tiny campfire with a stick. The night wasn’t particularly cold out--Winter hadn’t fully set in--but you’d needed to cook that rabbit you caught on the road. While it roasted, you let your mind wander.

How far you’d come since leaving your little hometown, you mused. It’d been years since you’d been back to the place, many years, but that was where you found yourself headed now. You couldn’t say you missed it, to be honest. You hadn’t even really thought about it in quite a while. It was hard for someone to belong when literally everyone else that called it home knew that you were a bastard and a female one to boot. The product of a stable boy and an innkeeper’s cook, you were lucky you hadn’t been mistreated, per se. 

It was more like you’d simply been ignored. 

Ignored right up to the point that you now wondered if anyone even noticed when you’d left.

You prodded the fire again.

You made the right choice in leaving. Your life as a sellsword may have been hard and unforgiving, but it was unfathomably more fulfilling--not to mention fun--than it would have ever been in that no-name town. Never would you have expected to end up in that line of work but . . . When that woman pleaded for your help after finding you training in an abandoned clearing . . .

~

You huffed labored breath after labored breath as you practiced sword swing after sword swing at an imaginary enemy. Practice was required if you had a single prayer of surviving alone on the road, but like hells was any man going to take the time out of his busy life to teach a woman like you. So alone you practiced.

“Excuse me, miss?” a weak voice called.

You startled and found your feet tripping over themselves for one terrifying moment. Just barely, you managed to keep them under you. Alarmed, you looked towards the trees where the voice seemed to come from. “Who are you?” you demanded of the woman that was standing just far enough in the forest that she was cloaked in the shadows, wringing her hands as she avoided your gaze. “Why are you out here so late?”

“I . . . I heard the men talking about a woman flapping her sword about in the meadow and . . .” She trailed off.

“And what?” you snapped, irritated. No doubt she was just quoting exactly what those men had been saying, but the words still stung.

“Are you,” you could hear her nervous swallow even at this distance, “a sellsword?”

That was an unexpectedly good question. You’d made it this far by doing a bit of whoring and thieving--sometimes at the same time--but you’d be lying if you said the thought of becoming a sellsword hadn’t crossed your mind.

“Depends,” you replied aloofly. “What do you want?”

“My husband . . . he . . .”

Your heart rate spiked as her words drifted off again. “Come closer.” Into the light, you didn’t say though you were thinking it.

Hesitatingly, she did. And the moment she stepped into the ring light in the little clearing, you saw the bruises on her eye, on her neck, and on her wrists.

“He did this to you?”

“. . . Yes, miss.”

You took a long, slow breath that she must have mistaken as you about to deny her request.

“I have money!” she announced, voice just this side of hysterical. She thrust out a small bag that seemed to be full of coin.

Your eyebrows. There was no way you wouldn’t be doing this job, but you did need to eat . . . “How?”

“He drinks, miss . . . Doesn’t notice when I pinch a coin while he’s asleep.”

Inwardly, you winced. For that bag to be that full . . . You didn't want to think about how long she must have been saving for this moment. “I’ll do it,” you announced. “Pay me after.”

The tension seemed to bleed out of her shadows all at once. “Thank you.”

~

You’d killed him that very night. Slit in his throat in his drunken slumber and left town before dark with that coinpurse tucked into your belt for safekeeping. A day later you bought the curved knife that now rested in its sheath at the base of your spine and the horse that was tied to the tree next to you. 

A twig snapping nearby made your eyes start scanning the edge of the clearing you were calling home for the night, hand on your sword as you braced for an attack. Then, one after another, men in Lannister armor started stepping into your campsite.

There were five of them.

The leader looked you up and down with a lecherous smirk on his face before saying, “Well look what we have here.”

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[multi-fandom-daddies]

Imagine...

telling Bronn why you’re upset.

Working in the tavern was not where you saw yourself at when you arrived at King’s Landing, but it was where you were at. You were a barmaid at The Rusty Nail, which was often frequented by your friend, Bronn.

You didn’t know how someone like you were friends with the brutish, foul-mouthed, sellsword, but it was a friendship you were glad for. Especially when it was a quiet night.

That’s how you had met actually. It had been a relatively quiet shift, mostly regulars coming in after a hard days work, desperate for some ale. One of the frequent travellers that visited the city had got too handsy while you were serving him. Bronn had stepped in when the man refused your rejection and had pinned you to the table. One minute he was on top of you, the next second he was gone, Bronn ripping him off you and delivering a well aimed punch to the throat.

After that he often visited you when he weren’t busy working with Lord Tyrion or at one of the brothels. Keeping you company and making sure that there were no troublesome customers for you to deal with.

“Oi bastard! Another!” a regular slurred, head half buried in his arms.

You growled out a confirmation before heading back to the bar. It annoyed you more than anything to be known as that. You had a name after all. It was Y/N, not Bastard. Ever since someone had found out that your mother had conceived you out of wedlock with some jumped up Lord of the Eyrie, that was all you were ever known as. You were treated like dirt because of it, people sneering you at being the bastard of a Lord, but working in a tavern in King’s Landing.

Slamming the tankard of ale down in front of the drunk, you made your way over to Bronn who was sitting in the corner. The man you had seen him talking to earlier in the night had gone. You were thankful, you had been avoiding going over to them, not wanting to get involved with whatever Bronn was doing. His business always ended with someone losing money or a knife in their stomach.

Taking the moment to get a reprieve from work, you slumped down at his table.  You couldn’t help but glare at the table, thinking about your reputation.

“What crawled up your arse and died then?” Bronn questioned, eyebrows raised at your lack of bubbly greetings he had accustomed himself to.

“Nothing!” you grumbled, glaring at his vulgar words. Although you weren’t angry at him, but you had been listening to vulgar insults being thrown at you all day and you didn’t need it off him. Normally they were easily ignored, but not today, today you were too stressed and down to ignore them.

“Better tell that to your face then. Looks like you were told you’ve got the pox” Bronn scoffed, taking a large gulp of his ale.

You hit his arm, causing him to spill some of his drink down his chin. “I don’t sleep around with everyone who looks my way unlike some!” you retorted, ignoring his protests and curses at loosing his ale. You’d get him some more later, but now all you wanted to do was mope.

“Come on then. Out with it before I lose all my drink and have to listen to you whine while sober” he sighed, leaning back against his chair and waiting for you to spit it out.

“I’m not whining” you protested weakly, tracing the knife and dagger marks that were on the table. Sighing heavily, you lent your head on your hands, looking at him sadly. “I’m fed up with being known only as a bastard. It is all I will ever be known as” you told him, feeling better that you were able to talk to someone.

“Oh is that why you’re so fucking glum?” Bronn rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the dramatics. He loved you, he really did but sometimes you were thick as shit.

“What! Bronn! I’m being serious!” you cried, staring at him in surprise. Although, you really shouldn’t be shocked at his reaction. Bronn wasn’t someone who beat around the bush, and his life was a lot harder than yours, even if he did have the prestige that came with being knighted and Commander of the City Watch. Being called a bastard was hardly going to be something he stayed awake and thought about late at night.

Bronn looked to the heavens. “Want my advice?” he asked, waiting for you to nod. You really did want his advice on how to deal with the sneers and the glaring and the whispering about you. “Fuck ‘em” he shrugged, going back to his drink.

“That’s your great advice? Fuck ‘em?” you repeated, expecting something a bit more helpful than that.

“Fuck ‘em. You can’t change their opinions. These lot gossip worse than a bunch of fucking fishmonger’s wives. Might as well not give them the pleasure of seeing it get to you. So fuck ‘em, nothing wrong with being a bastard. I hear the Stark bastard’s doing alright for himself. Why shouldn’t you?” he advised, glancing over at your surprised face.

“Wow, I think that’s the most wisest thing you’ve ever said. I should make an announcement” you breathed, teasing him gently as you nudged his side.

“Fuck off, ya little brat. Can’t have that getting to the Lannister cunt who pays me, can I?” Bronn smirked, shaking his head. He was just glad that you were going to stop being so bloody miserable now. He missed your usual happy and teasing self. Although he’d never admit it.

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[momolady]

Kat the Vampire

Finally, we get to return to the Carnival and see what’s happening. Here we find two lovely girlfriends attempting to enjoy their anniversary.

Female Reader x Female Monster (both cis)

Three years ago to the day, you met your girlfriend in a traveling carnival. She was a juggler and fire dancer, and she started off juggling bowling pins on fire before offering to show people how to walk on fiery coals. You volunteered, if only to get a bit closer to her. After that, you started going to the carnival each night just to see her.

Now you feel silly for your bashful behavior, because despite her profession, Kat was easy to impress. The night you walked on coals with her was the night she became attracted to you, and she became eager to see you in the audience each night. “Usually people only come to the carnival once. Twice, maybe, to bring a friend. I just thought it was another spark lost to the shadows. Then she came the next night and the next, so I knew I had to do something.”

She did do something, and you’ve been together ever since. Even when she revealed she was a vampire, that didn’t scare you away. Lately Kat’s been working hard, especially since Muna, Fye, and Bronn have left the cabaret. She's been helping Oriharu take care of things. You’ve been planning a special day for just the two of you, and you want her to have a good day, a great day if possible.

You wake up in the dark, which is normal. Since Kat is a vampire, you have to sleep under a canopy that blocks out all light. You turn on the light strips, setting them to dim, and roll back over, capturing Kat in your arms. She’s smaller than you, very petite. She doesn’t look like a typical vampire, or at least, the pop culture ones you’ve known. With her small frame and cute, youthful face, she reminds you more of a fairy. She’s been with the Children of the Night Carnival for a long time, ever since she was changed and abandoned by her maker.

She begins to stir as you hold her, shifting her body so it presses into yours. A small smile appears on her face, and she continues to try and pretend she’s resting. You kiss her cheek. “I know you’re awake,” you tease.

Kat bites her lip, trying her best to hold back a smile.  “I see you,” you whisper into her ear. “What are you trying to do?” You stroke your hand down her side, knowing where she’s ticklish. “Wakey, wakey.”

Kat squeals and jerks as you tickle her, curling up into a ball as your touch grows more intense. “No!” she cackles. “You know that’s my weak spot!”

You smirk, tickling her a bit more until she grabs your hands. She’s stronger than you, but not the superhuman kind vampires are depicted with. She bites your fingertip playfully, giving you a warning tap on her sharp teeth.

“Happy anniversary,” you whisper into her ear.

Kat beams up at you, her magenta eyes sparkling. “Three years,” she coos. “I’ve been so excited for today. You said you were going to do something special.”

“I am.” You gently brush her short hair away from her face. “I’ve been planning this for a while now. Even before I told you.”

Kat sits up, bubbly and excited. “What are we going to do tonight?”

You stretch and your neck pops as you sit up. “Well, first of all I want you to reach under the bed.”

Kat pushes open the curtains and leans over the edge of the bed, searching until she pops up with a suitcase in her hands. “Is the gift inside here?”

“It’s an overnight bag, silly.” You kiss her cheek. “I got us a room at that fancy hotel we passed the other night.”

Kat’s eyes widen. “Really?”

“I also made us reservations at the restaurant on the top floor. They have live music for us to dance to. I can have a few glasses of wine, which I know you like.”

Kat’s red tongue darts over the seams at the outer corners of her mouth. “I do like how you taste with some merlot in your blood,” she purrs with excitement.

You touch her cheek and gently trace your fingertips along her temple and over her ear. “I got you some cute new clothes for the occasion.” You lean in closer. “Something I want to see you laid out in for me, as my dessert.”

Kat shivers. “You know just how to melt me. I love when you’re like this.” Her smile is a touch goofy from excitement. “When do we go?”

“Right now. I went and checked in earlier.” You brandish the room key at her. “Our dinner is in two hours, so we have time to get ready in the room.”

Kat wraps her arms around you. “You’re the best girlfriend ever! I love you, darling!”

“I love you too.” You kiss her, wrapping your arms around her while she wiggles into your lap. “You’ve been such a good girl, I can’t wait to spoil you tonight.”

“I love when you call me that,” Kat giggles. “Give me such a kick.”

She moves in to kiss you again, but you stop her. “We need to go, baby. So get changed from your pajamas and let’s go.” You move her off you, and she stands up.

“On it!” Kat changes in a hurry, and the two of you leave the carnival. Once at the hotel, Kat gushes about the room. It’s so fancy to her, and she’s in love with the bathroom and the huge tub. “Can we take a bubble bath tonight?” she asks giddly.

“Of course.” You open up the suitcase. “But first, I want you to wear what I picked out for you.”

Kat waits eagerly as you lay out an off-the-shoulder red satin dress, with long, puffy sleeves and a cinched waist. The skirt ends just above the knees, to show off her lovely legs. “It’s so pretty,” she marvels.

“That’s not all.” You take a box from inside the suitcase as well. “I want you to wear this for me, too.”

Kat already knows what it is. She takes the box and clutches it with the dress. “You got it.” She kisses your cheek. “I’ll go get ready in the bathroom, so it’ll be a surprise when we get back.”

You get changed, dressing in a fitted suit that the costume department at the carnival helped you put together. Kat emerges looking like a strawberry covered in whipped cream, gorgeous and edible. “I love it! Thank you, darling!” She poses in the dress, then looks at you with a breathless air. “You look so hot!”

“Do I?” you chuckle. “Well, I just wanted to be able to match how pretty you’d look.” You approach her, put your arm around her and kiss her, careful of her lipstick. “Ready, then?”

Kat nods. “I can’t wait to dance. It’s been so long. Well, I mean, just the two of us dancing, and not for the show.” She pinches your rear, which makes you giggle. “I know I’ve been working a lot lately…”

“Hush,” you soothe her. You lead her out of the room and head for the elevator. “That’s why we’re here tonight. You work hard, so I’m going to pamper you all night, and maybe even tomorrow. It’s all about us.”

The restaurant on the top floor is romantic and airy, and an orchestral band is playing. Your table is set and waiting for you, including the bouquet of peonies you requested. Kat is so happy as she buries her face into the petals, taking a deep whiff. “You remembered!” she giggles.

“How could I forget?” You take a sip of your wine as she marvels at the flowers. Under the table, you feel her foot run up your leg. You smirk over the rim of the glass and look up at her.

“It’s so nice here,” Kat sighs. “The view, the music, it’s all so romantic. I feel like a princess.”

“You look like one.” You reach across the table, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles affectionately. “You’re the love of my life, and all I want to do is see you this happy every day.”

Kat looks concerned. “I am! I know I don’t say it, but ever since I met you I’ve never known a day where I wasn’t happy.” She clutches your hand. “The carnival gave me hope, but you gave me the desire to hold on to it. You are my sun.”

You smile dreamily at her. “And you’re my moon.”

Kat stands, leading you out onto the dance floor. You hold her close, swaying slowly with her on the floor. When she rests her head against your chest, your heart flutters wildly. How could something this cute and this sweet be real? “We shouldn’t wait for anniversaries to do things like this,” you say. “We should try and make a point of treating ourselves more often. Especially since the carnival has gotten so much busier.”

“I know,” Kat sighs. “It’s so hard to imagine that some days. The carnival is so important, but so are you.”

“Remember our first date?” you ask her. “You took me to the empty cabaret, where we had that picnic.”

Kat smiles shyly. “Nothing was open. I had to think quickly.”

“I was so impressed back then. Your life seemed so interesting. I just wanted to listen to you talk all night. I also wanted to kiss you until I couldn’t feel my face anymore” you chuckle.

“I know. You told me.” Kat’s hands squeeze around your waist. “You were so cool, and still are. I felt like you’d think I was silly.”

You dip your head and press your forehead to hers. “That’s what I liked about you, though. You were silly and charming. How could I not fall for that?”

Kat licks her lips. “Even if I’m a vampire?”

“You know that doesn’t matter to me.” You kiss her, coming to a stop on the dance floor. “I’d love you even if you were covered in hair.”

Kat giggles. “I know, but sometimes I get scared. It’s silly, but…”

You move her back to your table. “It’s not silly. Just talk to me when that happens. I’ll let you know that it’s not true.”

Kat looks at your wine glass, then at you. “Drink up. You promised.”

You laugh. “Okay, silly girl.” You take a long sip. “I have a lot of plans for you back in our room.” You look across the table at her. “How’s your gift feel?”

Kat bites her lip. “It’s really soft, actually.” She smooths a hand across her satin-clad midsection. “It was really pretty, too. It’s very much to your taste.”

You lick your bottom lip and smile. “You’re to my taste. And I can’t wait to eat you up,” you purr seductively. “Biting your thighs, licking those pink lips.”

Her eyes dart around before focusing on you. Her pupils are wide and black now, giving her an excited feline appearance. “Darling,” she breathes.

You grin. “What? Don’t like it?”

Kat cups her hand around her cheek. “That’s the thing. I like it too much!” Her eyes dart around again. “And here it’s so…”

You finish your glass of wine. “Then maybe we should go back to the room. I’ve had my wine and food. Unless you want to dance again.”

“No.” Kat slowly rakes her eyes up your body. We can go back to our room now, if you’d like.”

“Whatever you want.” You stand up and hold out a hand. “I’m pampering you tonight.”

Kat takes your hand, squeezing it as she stands. Her eyes look hazy and dreamy, and her smile is holding back her intent for the evening. Once back in the room, she kicks off her heels and turns so her back is to you. “Can you help me with the zipper?” she asks.

“Of course.” You tug at the zipper, purposefully touching her skin as you do. You press your lips to the back of her neck, making her shiver. Once the zipper is down, Kat carefully removes the dress, stepping out of it and laying it over a chair.  You sit down on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to come to you. She turns around, adorned in the red lace teddy under the dress. She smiles shyly, but you can tell how beautiful she feels wearing it.

“Come here.” You hold out your hand to her. “Let me get a closer look at you.”

Kat strides towards you, putting her hands on your shoulders. “How’s this?”

You smooth your palms down her sides and onto her hips. You lean in, kissing her belly, then her small breasts through the fabric. You pull her down and lay her out on the bed, and Kat looks at you, her eyes lidded in anticipation. “Are you going to be my good girl?” you breathe.

Kat nods. “Yes.”

You take her wrists, then remove the silk ribbon from your pocket. You use it to tie her hands together and hang the ribbon on the headboard. Kat squirms, growing more excited. “Are you comfortable?” you purr.

“Yes. I like it. Do you like it?”

“How could I not?” You kneel in front of Kat, running your hand down her body. “You look so amazing, Kat.”

Kat beams, biting her lip with her sharp teeth. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Well, let me think.” You take off your jacket and unbutton your shirt. “First…” You cup your hand between her legs and knead your palm into her, feeling how soft she is. “I want my dessert.”

Kat giggles. “Yeah?”

You spread Kat’s legs, letting them drape over your shoulders, and kiss her over the soft red lace. “Oh,” she moans.

You lick the fabric, letting her feel the heat from your mouth. She whimpers again, rolling her hips to press closer to you. She’s so sweet, so eager to please, such a gloriously spoiled plaything.

“Let me tie my hair back.” You get off the bed, despite Kat’s protests, and smirk at her as you tie your hair up, observing her tied up, helpless, and pouting. She’s so cute. “Much better.” You come back to the bed. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Kat mewls.

You look her over, smiling as you watch her spread her legs wider. “Are you my good girl?” You capture her chin between your hands.

“Yes.” Kat’s eyes focus on you. “I love you.”

You kiss her as you move on top of her. “I love you too.” You kiss down her chest, her belly, her legs, before you nestle between her thighs, moving aside the red lace. “No panties?”

“You didn’t give me any,” Kat purrs.

You gently rub Kat’s vulva up and down, kissing softly before slowly opening her up. Her pale white skin accentuates how pink she is there. “You look so delicious, so wet and sweet.” You glance up towards her face. ��I can’t wait.” You ease your tongue inside her. She whimpers, wriggling her hips. You then suck at her clit, like you’re trying to drink her through a straw. When you add your fingers, it doesn’t take long until she comes. You don’t stop, even as Kat writhes on the bed. Once you do stop, Kat meets your eyes with the most melting expression, exhausted and sated by your unrelenting mouth. You carefully undo the silk ribbon. “You earned every shudder.”

Kat melts onto the bed, curling up to relax. “You’re so good at that!”

You lie beside her, helping her remove the teddy. “I’m glad you liked it.” You kiss her shoulder and gently smooth your hands down her skin.

Kat rolls over, looking you in the eyes. You’re the excited one now. You stretch out your neck to let her lips descend on it. You feel her teeth, the sharp pinch, and then it’s warm. Kat moans against your neck as she feeds on you. Her hands claw and rake over your body, touching you and exciting you.

You wake in the dark, with Kat laid out on top of you. You reach for your phone, checking the time, and she protests. “Just seeing the time, love.” You kiss the top of her head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“It’s so nice here,” Kat coos. “But I do miss our bed.”

“How funny.” You hold her lovingly. “Do you want to go take a bath now? You were so excited about the tub when we arrived.”

Kat lifts her head, her eyes glinting red in the dark. “Not right now. I’m enjoying this.” Her fingers brush against your breast. “Thank you for this. I enjoyed our anniversary so much.”

“I’m glad. I had fun too.” You kiss her lovingly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Kat rests back against you again. Her hands feel so soft against your skin, and when you bury your nose in her hair, she smells like a crisp autumn night. She’s your full moon, your forever.

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[fuckallthegood0nesweretaken]

Sandor x Reader - Sellsword

Title: Sellsword

Words: 3208

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to sex, arguing, reader almost sleeps with a (female) prostitute

A/N: I tried writing this as a smut piece, but I couldn’t do it. Maybe in the future if people want it, I’ll make a small part two with smut.

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~~~~~~~

When Sandor first saw you, he had to contain his shock. He hadn’t seen a female sellsword in years and you showed up at the Red Keep escorting Tyrion Lannister, a horde of Hill tribesmen behind you. You looked confident, a slight smirk on your face and your hand on the hilt of your sword. Sandor fought not to look at you for too long, but you had no qualms about looking at him.

 You knew exactly who he was without hearing his name. When you saw him look at you from the corner of your eye, you winked at him. His eyes widened slightly and you bit back a laugh as he looked away from you.

 “I wish I could stay and celebrate with you, but I have work to do,” Tyrion said. You took that as your cue to follow Tyrion and you deliberately brushed up against the Hound as you left. He let out a sharp breath and you sent him another wink as you walked away.

 Tyrion led you, Bronn, and the Hill tribes deeper into the Red Keep. He dropped off the tribesmen off in what would be their living quarters for the time being before stopping at the door to the small council.

 “You two stay out here. If it goes the way I’m thinking it will, I’ll be out of that room in a few minutes.”

 “We’ll be here, my lord,” you said. You leaned against the wall and took out your knife, starting to clean under your nails. Tyrion gave you a look and walked into the room.

 “Could you be any more obvious?” Bronn said to you.

 “Whatever could you mean?”

 Bronn snorted out a laugh and your face split into a grin.

 “He doesn’t seem your type,” Bronn said.

 “Tall, dark, and silent? No. Definitely not.”

 The two of you laughed as silently as you could and you sighed.

 “I could use a good fuck, though,” you said.

 “I think the king would be more than welcome to the idea of you warming his bed.”

 “No thanks,” you said with a shudder. “He’s a boy and I’ve heard he’s a bit of a cunt too.”

 “A cunt that’s a king. And a king gets what a king wants.”

 ---

 The next few days were full of some changes. Bronn was appointed as the new Commander of the City Watch, Shae was Sansa Stark’s new handmaiden, and you were Sansa’s own personal guard. One that wasn’t under Cersei’s thumb. You still served Tyrion as he was supplying your paycheck, but it was a welcome change of pace.

 Tyrion had decided that you would be Sansa’s protector when you had walked into the throne room and Joffrey was ordering Ser Meryn to beat the girl. It made your blood boil and it took every ounce of your strength to not beat the so called knight’s head in.

 That night, Sansa found you outside her bedroom door.

 “What are you doing here?” She asked you.

 “Lord Tyrion has appointed me as your guard. Go on and go to sleep, my lady.”

 You could tell that Sansa was apprehensive about your presence so you gave her a smile.

 “I promise no harm will come to you if I can help it, love. Now go to bed,” you said. Sansa nodded and went inside.

 ---

 A few months had passed and it felt like a blur to you. You had learned your way around the Red Keep and King’s Landing pretty quickly, gotten the approval of Sansa, and found yourself getting closer to the Hound. The two of you often sat together to eat and you soon managed to convince him to go out with you for a drink.

 After one of those nights was when you slept together for the first time. It happened more and more, but one day, Sandor stopped talking to you altogether.

 It was a couple weeks before the Battle of the Blackwater when Sandor disappeared while you were sleeping. When you woke up, you thought nothing of it and assumed that his duties had pulled him away from you. But then he didn’t appear for lunch and when you tried to talk to him, Sandor brushed you off and continued on like you weren’t even there. You couldn’t lie, it hurt to have him treat you like that, but you took it in stride. Two could play at that game.

 ---

 “Good afternoon, your grace,” Sansa said to Joffrey.

 “My lady. Walk with me.” Joffrey looked at you, a sneer on his face. “You walk with my Hound.”

 “As you wish, your grace.” You gave him a short bow and the four of you started walking.

 You and Sandor were walking a few paces behind the two of them and you could feel the tenseness radiating off of Sandor. Your hands were behind your back and you ignored him as he tried to form words.

 “[Y/n]—“

 “Save it,” you said. “Whatever bullshit is about to come out of your mouth, I don’t want to hear it.”

 “What?” You could hear the anger start to creep into Sandor’s voice but you just turned around.

 “[Y/n], let us go,” Sansa said.

 “Of course, my lady.” Sansa walked past you and you bowed to Joffrey again. “My king.”

 Joffrey didn’t say anything back but you could feel his eyes on you as you walked away. When you were far enough away from them, you turned to look at Sansa.

 “Is everything alright, my lady?” You asked her.

 “Everything’s fine.”

 The two of you walked into the Red Keep where you stayed by Sansa’s side, keeping a watchful eye on her. It was only when night fell did you leave her in Shae’s care. You went down to the brothels with Bronn and some Lannister soldiers. After about an hour, you had a whore on your lap and ale in your hand. Bronn and the soldiers were singing a Lannister song while you lazily touched the woman before you.

 You ignored what Bronn was saying, focusing only on your lover for the night. You only looked up when you heard everyone go silent. Your eyes met Sandor’s and you looked at him as he stared at you. You could see some anger in his eyes but it didn’t faze you. You just kissed the woman and patted her thigh so she’d get up.

 “First round’s on me,” Bronn said.

 “Don’t spend all of your gold tonight,” you said to him.

 “It’s just the one round, love.” Bronn winked at you and tilted his head. “Get a room.”

 “Alright, alright.”

 The whore tugged your arm and giggled as you pulled her close. The two of you walked into the brothel, the whore leading you to her room.

 “I don’t think I ever got your name, sweetheart,” you said to her.

 “My name’s Alya, my lady.”

 “I’m no lady, love. Just a sellsword.”

 “A woman sellsword? How did you manage that?” Alya asked you, eyes wide.

 “Well, when you grow up in the slums of Myr, there’s three things you can be. A slave, a Master, or a street rat. I was never a slave and I’ve never been rich,” you said. “So I think you can guess which one I was.”

 While you were talking, you were disrobing Alya. The dress she was wearing had just fallen to the floor when the bells started tolling. Groaning, you tilted her head up and landed a kiss on her lips.

 “After the battle is over, we will finish what we started here,” you said.

 You put some coins down on her dresser and winked at her before walking out of the room. You were making sure your sword was fastened to your hip properly as you walked into the courtyard and you saw Bronn and Sandor facing each other. Both their hands were on their weapons and you rolled your eyes at them.

 “Let’s go, girls. We have a battle to win,” you said. Grabbing a tankard full of ale, you downed it in one go and started to leave.

 “Get fucked, [y/n],” Bronn said, mirth in his voice.

 “If Stannis fucking Baratheon had decided to wait I would’ve been getting fucked right now!” You yelled. Bronn laughed and you flipped him off as you walked away.

 “She’s full of fire, isn’t she?” Bronn said to Sandor. Sandor’s eyes hardened and Bronn motioned to some cups full of ale. “One more drink before the war?”

 ---

 The battle was over sooner than you thought it would be. Tywin Lannister had shown up at the last moment and annihilated Stannis’ army. A lot happened in a short period of time after that.

 Bronn was demoted from his position on the City Watch, Tyrion was no longer the acting Hand of the King, and you were almost booted from your position as Sansa’s guard. That didn’t happen though. Tywin knew you could fight well and he didn’t really care for Sansa anyways. But the thing that hurt you the most was finding out Sandor had left.

 You had gone to your room after the Battle to clean up and fall asleep when you found a note from Sandor. It explained why he had left and to your shock, it said that he thought he loves you. That was why he pulled himself away. Shaking your head, you went to sleep.

 ---

 Even more happened later.

 Joffrey died by poisoning, Sansa disappeared, and Tyrion was arrested for killing the king. Some suspicion was put on you for the King’s death, but they were soon washed away because of Tyrion. Then Tyrion’s trial by combat happened.

 Oberyn Martell bravely and proudly fought the Mountain in that trial to no avail. He died and Tyrion was proven guilty of killing Joffrey. Lord Varys came to you soon after with a plan to free Tyrion and you quickly agreed to help, but only help. You would not be going with him to Pentos. Varys knew he wouldn’t be able to change your mind so he agreed and the two of you set up a safe place for Tyrion to stay in Essos.

 A few days before the ship was set to sail, you left the capital. You were planning on going up North to see if Sansa would take you back as a guard, but that never happened. You had run into a small group of people who were trying to make better lives for themselves and you decided to help protect them.

 You had been with them for about a week when some of the men came running up. You heard one of them yelling for the healer and your concern grew. Walking up to the cart your horse was pulling, you stumbled back.

 “[Y/n]?” Ray said. “Is everything alright?”

 “I know this man,” You said, never taking your eyes off of him.

 “Who is it?”

 “The Hound.”

 ---

 A few months had passed and Sandor was fully healed. He was very wary around you, never talking to you more than he had to and never being with you alone. It made you a little angry to see him acting like this but you knew from the past that nothing would change.

 So once Sandor was able to protect the village, you left. You only told Brother Ray your plans and he understood why even if he didn’t want you to leave. In the middle of the night, you got ready to leave.

 “Where are you going?” Sandor said. You stiffened before turning to face him.

 “North,” was your reply.

 “Why?”

 “Because you can protect this village by yourself and I don’t need to be here anymore.” You continued stuffing clothes into your pack before saddling your horse.

 “[Y/n]—“

 “My mind’s made up,” you said, cutting Sandor off. “I’m leaving, you’re staying. I won’t be in your way anymore.”

 Getting up onto your horse, you gave her a pat before glancing at Sandor.

 “Goodbye.”

 ---

 It took you a while to get up north and when you did, you were lucky to see Sansa after only a couple of days. She was with Brienne and Podrick and you were happy to see her safe.

 “[Y/n]?” She said, voice full of disbelief. You gave her a smile and she tackled you in a hug.

 “It’s good to see you, love,” you said, kissing her cheek.

 “Why are you here?”

 “I wanted to get here sooner, but things got in the way. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”

 “I survived,” Sansa said with a shake of her head.

 “We’re going to the Wall. To get Sansa to her brother Jon,” Brienne said.

 “Do you want to come with us?” Sansa sounded hopeful and you nodded.

 “Of course I’ll go with you.”

 ---

 A lot happened after that. You went to the Wall and reunited Sansa with her brother. After that, you all came back down to Winterfell and took it back from Ramsay Bolton in the Battle of the Bastards. That battle was a sight to be seen and you were glad that you survived. You had stayed with Sansa while Jon went to meet with Daenerys Targaryen, not wanting to risk leaving Sansa again. You also stayed with Sansa when she sent Brienne down to King’s Landing for the meeting.

 Jon Snow came back with the Dragon Queen and others after the meeting was over with Cersei down south. You could see them marching in and when the dragons flew over you ducked out of instinct. They were incredible and you shared a glance with Sansa.

 “I know that you’re apprehensive about meeting Daenerys, but the dragons are amazing,” you said.

 “So there is something you’ve never seen before,” Sansa teased. You snorted and shook your head.

 “There are many things I’ve never seen, Lady Stark. Now, come on. We should get to the courtyard.”

 ---

 When everyone came marching into Winterfell, you were standing slightly behind Sansa and Bran. Jon came up first and you watched as he was reunited with Bran and Sansa. He gave you a nod of respect and you returned it. Jon then introduced Daenerys and you could cut the tension with a knife. It took everything in you to not laugh, your back straightening.

 After all of that happened, you joined everyone in the main hall. This was where you learned that Cersei was sending her armies to help fight the dead. You didn’t believe it for a second, knowing that she had to have something up her sleeve. There was a lot of arguing at this meeting between the Lords and you tuned it out. None of that was important to you. All you needed to know was when to fight and when to stop.

 When the meeting was over, Sansa relieved you of your duties for the day. You thanked her before going to your room, wanting a hot bath. Ever since you had gotten to the north, you had learned that you were not a fan of the cold. Sansa had teased you for it but always made sure that you were warm enough. You were thankful and knew that there was going to be a bath waiting for you in your room.

 What you weren’t expecting, however, was Sandor to come up to you as you were stepping into your room.

 “[Y/n],” he said, walking towards you.

 “Sandor? What are you doing here?” You asked, confused to see him. He stopped a couple feet away from you, an unrecognizable look on his face.

 “I was with the Brotherhood. We went with Jon north of the Wall and down to King’s Landing for the meeting with Cersei.”

 “The Brotherhood? What happened with Ray? I thought that you were going to live a life of peace.” Sandor shook his head.

 “Something happened a couple months after you left. Some people came by and slaughtered everyone. I was too far away to save them.” You could hear the sadness in his voice mixed with some anger.

 “What?” You stood straighter. “They’re all dead? But they did nothing to deserve that!”

 “The men were killed, but I wasn’t allowed to butcher them. Beric wouldn’t fucking let me.”

 “Good. I’m glad they’re dead.” You were seething, anger coursing through your veins.

 “[Y/n], did you get my letter?” Sandor asked you. His voice was uncharacteristically quiet and you practically did a double take.

 “Wait, this is what you’re focused on?” You laughed before looking at him and seeing he wasn’t kidding. “You’re serious.”

 “I am.”

 “If you must know, I did. But I don’t see why this is relevant right now.” You averted your eyes and shuffled back a bit, a little afraid of here this conversation was ending.

 “Fuck’s sake, woman! It’s relevant because I still fucking love you. Seven Hells!”

 “Sandor, you left me. More than once, too!” Sandor telling you that he still loved you made you angry. Pointing you finger in his face, you took a step forward. “You don’t do that to the people you love!”

 “You left too, or did you forget?” Sandor also took a step forward and you glared up at him.

 “I left because having both of us in the village at the same time would only bring bad things.”

 “No, I think you left because you couldn’t handle it,” Sandor sneered.

 “Handle it? You think I left because I couldn’t fucking handle it? You’re one to fucking talk! You left me alone in our bed because you couldn’t handle it. You left me in King’s Landing with only a note telling me that you fucking loved me, instead of telling it to my face! You’re the one who couldn’t handle it!” You jabbed him in the chest and Sandor swatted your hand away.

 “Don’t fucking touch me,” Sandor growled. You laughed and did it again.

 “What’re you going to do, huh? Run away again?”

 You did it one last time and Sandor grabbed your hand, pulling you close. He kissed you fiercely, not giving you time to breathe. You wanted to pull away, you really did, but it felt good being this close to him after all this time. Soon, the kiss softened slightly and the two of you broke apart. Neither of you said anything for a minute, both of you basking in the closeness you felt to the other.

 “I do still love you,” Sandor muttered. “And I’m sorry for leaving. It was a cowardly thing for me to do.”

 “It was,” you said, looking up at him. You put your hand on his chin and made him look at you. “Do it again and I’ll cut your dick off, yeah?”

 “Does that mean I’m forgiven?” Sandor said after he chuckled. You raised an eyebrow and pulled him closer, cupping the tent in his pants.

 “I think there’s still one way you can make it up to me,” you said, a smirk on your face.

 “I can work with that.”

 Sandor picked you up easily, and walked straight into your room, kicking the door shut behind him. You were in for a long night, but you didn’t mind at all.

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[salems-crimes]

updated ; Jan. 24, 2O22

who I write for / what fandoms ;

i only do ‘x reader’ and I try not

to specify gender, however, I do

invision the reader as female.

bridgerton · anthony bridgerton,, benedict bridgerton,, simon basset

criminal minds · aaron hotchner,, derek morgan,, emily prentiss,, luke alves,, spencer reid

f.r.i.e.n.d.s · chandler bing,, monica geller,, joey tribbiani,, rachel green,, phoebe buffay

game of thrones · bronn,, daenerys targaryen,, jaime lannister,, melisandre,, oberyn martell,, robb stark,, tyrion lannister

harry potter · barty crouch jr,, bellatrix lestrange,, bill weasley,, draco malfoy,, fred weasley,, george weasley,, remus lupin,, sirius black

lucifer · lucifer,, dr. linda,, maze,, ella lopez

marvel · agatha harkness,, bucky barnes,, loki laufeyson,, natasha romanoff,, stephen strange,, steve rogers,, tony stark,, wanda maximoff,, yelena belova (platonic only for yelena)

ncis · jethro gibbs,, tony dinozzo,, ziva david,, jenny shepard,, abby sciuto

outer banks · jj maybank,, john b,, kie

outlander · dougal mackenzie,, jamie fraser,, murtagh fitzgibbons fraser

outsiders · dally winston,, darry curtis,, sodapop curtis

once upon a time · belle french,, charming,, cora,, jefferson,, killian jones,, mr. gold,, peter pan,, reigna mills,, zelena

peaky blinders · author shelby,, polly gray,, thomas shelby

supernatural · charlie bradbury,, crowley,, dean winchester,, gabriel,, rowena macleod,, sam winchester

the last kingdom · iseult,, ragnar the younger,, uhtred,, skade

the witcher · geralt of rivia,, jaskier,, yennefer of vengerberg,, triss merigold

the vampire diaries · bonnie bennett,, caroline forbes,, damon salvatore,, davina claire,, elijah mikaelson,, enzo st. john,, freya mikaelson,, hayley marshall,, katherine pierce,, kol mikaelson,, marcel gerard

twilight · carlisle cullen,, emmett cullen,, jasper hale,, rosalie hale

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[softlimefluff]

Leather + Parchment (Bronn x FemReader)

For the anon who asked about GOT content, I wrote this last summer after marathoning all the seasons and had a huge crush on Ser Bronn of the Blackwater 😳

CW: Bronn and reader go down on each other (18+ please)

Sitting with legs propped up on a grand wooden table, Bronn glared over at Tyrion Lannister. He had requested Bronn accompany him into the King’s Landing archives and guard while searching for information on lineage and histories. Nothing interesting was happening, save Tyrion throwing large dusty books and scrolls onto the table, unrolling, re-rolling, and making small sounds of interest. 

Leaning his head back, Bronn looked up at the ceiling, watching the cobwebs sway in the summer breeze and dust fall through beams of colored light from the stained glass, illuminated by the waning rays of twilight. Exhaling deeply, Bronn shut his eyes and tilted the chair back on two legs as Tyrion shut his book his a dull thud.

“Sleeping on the job again, Bronn??”

“Just resting me eyes.” He sat up and landed the chair legs back down with a clunk.

“Hard work, you know, guarding scraps of ink and paper~”

“It is actually—” 

An unfamiliar female voice called from the top of the spiral staircase, walking quietly into the room. Bronn immediately perked up, intrigued by their new visitor. She was gorgeous, with a long, flowing dress and leather corset, hair tied back with ribbons and wrists strapped into leather gauntlets. A large cloth bag was slung over her shoulder, filled with documents and books. She also wore glasses, evidence of her high-born status, or at least of being paid well enough to afford them.

“The Grand Maester said you might need help with your search and sent me to assist.”

Smiling widely, she set her bag down and looked between Tyrion and Bronn, waiting for introductions.

“Yes, well. I appreciate any help you can give—?” 

Tyrion ended his sentence with a questioning tone, seeming to request her name, while extending a hand to shake.

“(y/n). A pleasure, Lord Tyrion.”

Bronn stood up quickly, rushing to take her hand as well.

“And I’m Bronn, my lady.” He took her hand and kissed it, smirking up at her.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

Tyrion rolled his eyes, sitting down once again.

“If my companion is done thinking with his cock instead of his brain, might we return to the business at hand?”

(y/n) flushed, staring down at her bag and quickly unloading the documents onto the table. Avoiding Bronn’s gaze, she described each item to Tyrion and why she had brought it for their research. Looking on, enraptured, Bronn watched as (y/n) detailed the documents’ contents. He couldn’t focus on the words, but enjoyed hearing her voice. 

As she leaned down to unroll a parchment, some stray hair fell down onto her forehead and a beam of light struck across her cheeks and chest. Bronn couldn’t help but stare as she leaned down further, a slight bit of cleavage peeking out over the tightly laced corset. Tyrion glanced up, noticing Bronn’s half-shut eyes and flushed cheeks. 

“Excuse me a moment.” 

Tyrion stood up, pushing his chair back and walking to Bronn, whispering harshly in his ear. 

“You are here to guard, Bronn. If you want to be with this girl, do it on your own time!"

With a small smack to the back of Bronn’s head (not hard enough to cause real pain), Tyrion returned to the documents, smiling up at (y/n). 

“Many apologies, my lady. Please continue.”

For the next hour, (y/n) carefully walked Tyrion through all the documents. A few times, she glanced up and found Bronn’s gaze settled on her again, but blushed and looked back down quickly. After a few such times, her cheeks remained red and hot, trying to avoid meeting Bronn’s eyes again.

“I think our Lady needs a break, my Lord~” Bronn spoke up finally, grinning.

“It’s getting a bit hot in here. Could do with some air.”

(y/n) nodded, standing quickly. “Yes… Fresh air…”

Tyrion sighed and waved his hand. 

“Go, then. You’ve been of great help (y/n). I’ll be sure to inform the Grand Maester of the quality of your skills… I’ll send for you again, should I need more assistance.”

“Thank you, my Lord.” (y/n) curtsied quickly, cheeks still bright red.

Tyrion knew Bronn’s only goal was to get under (y/n)’s skirts, but figured she was strong enough to stand up for herself if she wasn’t interested. If she wanted Bronn, however, that was her business. Pouring a cup of wine, Tyrion sat back and cleared his throat. 

“We’re done here for the night, Bronn. Be at the castle tomorrow morning in our usual spot. I have a mission for you.”

“Very good, my Lord~” Bowing slightly, Bronn glanced up at (y/n), grinning.

“May I accompany you, (y/n), to get that air?”

Shaking a little, she nodded her head, clasping her hands together. Grabbing up her cloth bag, 

(y/n) slung it over her shoulder and headed for the stairs, walking down with Bronn close behind. At the bottom, she turned to him, hands grasping the strap of her bag. 

“Ser…”

“Not a knight yet, love…~”

“Bronn, then…”

He grinned, nodding.“Now yeh got it~”

“Why do you keep staring at me? And why did you volunteer to walk with me?”

He laughed, leaning a little closer. 

“It’s not obvious?~”

She shook her head no, reddening more. Bronn shrugged his shoulders and leaned to whisper in her ear. 

“Guess I think you’re pretty, is all~ And you can talk the pants off of any man ‘round here. Even me, if you like~~” 

Flushing deeply, her eyes grew wide and she turned away, biting her lip. 

“Why should I believe you?”

“Believe me?? All I’m suggesting is having a little fun for the night, sweetheart~ No hard feelings, mind, if you’re not interested…”

“And if I was…?~” (y/n) finally got the courage to meet his eyes.

A toothy grin spread on Bronn’s face, a small laugh echoing through the stacks. “Then I’d say I’m one lucky man~”

Leaning close, (y/n) whispered back.

“I’m still a maiden, and I’d like to keep it that way… But there are other ways…~”

Her voice trailed off, biting her lip and blushing up at him. Eyes wide, Bronn nodded and pulled her into a kiss. Squeaking, surprised, (y/n) pressed into it, giving in quickly. 

Rushing to an abandoned area of the library, Bronn grinned, grabbing her waist and kissing with more intensity, slipping his tongue into the kisses. (y/n) reciprocated, her hand grasping the back of his neck and soft moans slipping out. 

Breathing faster, Bronn pressed his hips forward, (y/n)’s back bumping up against one of the grand bookshelves. He was already getting excited and tugging at the laces of her corset, undoing the leather thong that held it together. (y/n) helped Bronn undo the laces and put it safely into her bag, tossing both to the floor. Slipping her hands under his shirt, (y/n) continued to kiss as Bronn grasped at her chest, pulling soft moans from her. 

Suddenly, the large wooden doors of the library opened, coming to investigate the source of the strange sounds within. Picking up her bag, (y/n) dashed to the shelves a few rows down, grabbing a book to look busy when then attendant passed by. Holding up a lantern, the middle-aged maester stopped when he saw (y/n).

“Ah, good evening, Maester Roland… I hope my reading didn’t disturb you… I was trying to reach something on the higher shelves and made a bit of a racket… Many apologies.”

His shoulders relaxed, grumbling gruffly and turning around. 

“Very well… Continue with your work, Lady (y/n).”

Only when the massive doors closed again, did she breathe a sigh of relief. 

Walking back to Bronn, (y/n) took his hand, heart pounding. 

“We have to be more careful. That was a close call.”

“I know just the place~” 

Bronn grinned devilishly, escorting her over to staircase and helping her hop out one of the windows. Smoothing out her dress, (y/n) waited as Bronn leapt down and took her hand. Snatching a torch from one of the walls, he led her down side streets and dim paths. Finally, the two of them arrived at an outcropping with stairs leading down to a landing near the sea.

“Come here often?~” (y/n) joked, bumping into him playfully.

“Yes~ But never mind that, it’s just you and me tonight~”

 Leading her down quickly, Bronn slotted the torch into the stone wall and sat (y/n) down on the ground.

“Sorry it’s not more comfortable. But it’s secluded at least. Private.”

She nodded back as Bronn sat, sidling up close to her. “S’ enough for me.”

Meeting her words with a kiss, Bronn quickly straddled (y/n) and grabbed at her chest. Wasting no time, they both kissed desperately, cheeks flushed with growing need. Pulling away a bit, Bronn pushed up (y/n)’s skirt.

“P-please…” She crossed her legs, embarrassed to be bare to him. Bronn gently pulled them open again, kissing at her thighs.

“I can’t do anything if you don’t let me in there~” 

He teased, kissing further in towards his goal. Her breath caught and pushed him away, shy. He moved up to kiss at her neck, keeping his hand at her thigh. 

“You’ve never done anything like this before, I take it?~”

(y/n) shook her head no, slipping her hands to his arm. 

“Not with anyone else, at least…”

Bronn grinned, letting her guide his hand. 

“Teach me, then~”

Leading him gently, (y/n) showed Bronn what felt good, kissing his neck as he continued. After a few minutes, Bronn leaned down again, kissing at her thighs. 

“Do you trust me?”

“I— yes…” Her voice left completely as he went down on her, gentle and insistent. 

Hands buried in his hair, she let him do as he pleased, letting out moans and soft praises as he brought her to the edge. Finally spilling over, she squeaked out his name, gripping his shoulders and panting softly. Pulling back, Bronn wiped at his mouth, grinning. 

“Our little lady’s a woman now~”

Looking down, she reddened, but was secretly pleased at his praises. Adjusting himself obviously, Bronn sat back on his knees, raising an eyebrow. 

“L-let me…” 

(y/n) leaned forward, tugging at the laces on his breeches. Bronn watched, smirking, as she clumsily tugged his pants open, reddening again at the sight of him.

“Time for another lesson~” 

Bronn pulled himself out, watching (y/n)’s reaction. She had never seen a man bare before, but stared curiously, mouth open.

“May I?” She reached her hand out, hesitating.

With a cocky grin, Bronn nodded. “Be my guest~”

Touching shyly, she grazed her fingertips over him, and exhaled a shaky breath. Bronn let her explore a few moments before grasping her hand firmly and showing her what motions to use, grunting out some soft moans. Leaning down, (y/n) kissed the tip, watching his reaction. Bronn’s eyelids fluttered and he tilted his head back. 

“Seven hells…”

She pulled away, looking down. “Sorry…”

“No! Don’t stop. S’ good!” 

His demeanor softened a bit and he talked her through the rest of the process, teaching her how to get him to finish. Pulling away after, she blushed as Bronn tied his pants back up. He caught her eye and grinned, slipping his hand under her chin.

“Do that for whoever your future husband is and you’ll have a devoted Lord forever~”

Bronn leaned to kiss her cheek then pulled her into a hug from behind.

“It’s alright, you know…” He kissed the base of her neck and played with her hair.

“What is?” She hummed and leaned back into him.

“Doing this kind of stuff. You shouldn’t be embarrassed. You were very good.”

(y/n) giggled and relaxed, turning to lay her head on Bronn’s chest.

“As were you~”

He smiled and kissed her forehead, continuing to pet her hair.

“Suppose I’ll see you around if Tyrion decides to research again. But… If you ever want to meet again, send me a raven. I’d be more than happy to take a detour to the sea cliffs with you~”

(y/n) laughed, kissing the underside of Bronn’s jaw. “I’ll keep that in mind~”

Taking a deep breath, Bronn finally stood, helping (y/n) up as well.

“Might as well walk you home. Least I can do. Never know who’s wandering the streets at night~”

“Thank you, my Lord~” She winked and took his arm—Bronn didn’t even try to correct her and just grinned back. The two walked the streets of King’s Landing together, warm and close under the summer stars. 

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Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Boromir, Faramir, Arwen, Elrond, Eomer, Eowyn, Galadriel, Haldir

The Hobbit

Bilbo, Thorin, Fili, Kili,Balin, Dwalin, Oin, Gloin, Dori, Nori, Ori, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Elrond, Beorn, Thranduil, Bard, Legolas, Tauriel, Azog, Bolg, Smaug

Ouran High School Host Club

Tamaki, Kyoya, Hikaru, Kaoru, Morinozuka, Haninozuka, Haruhi, Renge, Kasanoda

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Saiki, Nendo, Kaido, Teruhashi, Toritsuka, Hairo, Aren, Yumehara, Saiko 

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Leonardo, Raphael, Michaelangelo, Donatello, April, Casey

Stranger Things

Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, Eleven, Max, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Billy, Robin, Hopper, Alexei, Barb

 Anne With an E

Anne, Gilbert, Diana, Jerry, Ruby, Cole, Sebastian, Moody

Jurassic Park 1 & 3 (not Lost World because I didn’t enjoy it)

Alan, Ellie, Billy, Henry Wu, Ian Malcolm, Eric

Jurassic World & Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

Owen, Claire, Lowery, Zach, Gray, Barry, Zia, Franklin

Game of Thrones

Robb, Jon, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon, Eddard, Daenerys, Ramsay, Jaime, Cersei, Tyrion, Joffery, Tommen, Khal Drogo, Theon, Yara, Sandor, Oberyn, Brienne, Bronn, Tormund, Samwell

DSMP/MCYT

Dream, Antfrost, Awesamdude, BadBoyHalo, Callahan, CaptainPuffy, Eret, Fundy, Foolish, George, Jack Manifold, Jschlatt, Karl Jacobs, Niki Nihachu, Philza, Punz, Purpled, Quackity,, Ranboo, Sapnap, Skeppy, Charlie Slimecicle, Technoblade, TommyInnit, Tubbo

 Feel free to suggest things for me to watch or get into so that i can start to write for your preferred fandom!

Are Asks/Requests Open?

The majority of the times, my asks and requests will always be open, however, i am only human so sometimes I get overwhelmed, when I do, I will take requests but i will not work on them until i have the time to.

What kind of asks/requests do I take?

I will take member x member, member x reader (both female and male; you just have to specify), If you would like something on trans reader then I will need to know exactly what you wish for me to write so that I do not offend you or make you uncomfortable. I will not take mainly Angst asks, I’m not good at writing angst so I will only take mild angst asks or angst to eventual fluff or smut.

Where can you find my fics?

My masterlist (It’s also in my bio)

RULES

I DO NOT WRITE FOR THESE TOPICS:

Non-Con (non consensual AKA Rape)

watersports and scat (Urine and Feces)

Actual beastiality (EX: member or reader actually getting fucked by a real dog or animal)

Toxic Jealousy (Yandere/abusive jealousy)

Sexual Age Regression (Sexual Little Space)

Drug use other than weed (EX: crack, heroine, cocaine, etc.)

Cheating (Due to irl experiences)

Asks with no scenario (I need something to plot with guys)

WEIRD ASKS OR NORMAL ASKS I DO TAKE:

Corruption Kink

Makeup Sex

Angry Sex

Spit Kink

Blood Play (Only in Vampire Asks)

Hyung or Oppa Kinks

Thick reader (male or female)

Trans-Reader (Please specify how to write your ask so I do not offend you accidentally)

Threesome, Foursomes, Fivesomes/Gangbangs

Impact Play

Wax Play

Knife play (intimidation only) (NO ACTUAL CUTTING)

Degradation 

Pet Play

Playful Jealousy/Possessiveness

You’re welcome to ask if i write or don’t write for anything, i'd rather you ask then submit an ask that i can’t write.

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I love anon names, but please ask before choosing so that you don't choose an already taken one

Read FAQ/RULES (this post) before sending asks/requests

Please make sure that the asks and requests are open before you submit things for them

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If your ask/request is not done to your liking, please tell me so i may redo it

GET SPECIFIC (the more details, the better the end result will be for you so please get descriptive on what you want

If the typos do not make something unreadable, do not tell me about them

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Masterlist

My fics can be found either here or under the tag my writing. This will be updated as I write new imagines. Most of my fics are gender neutral or written with female readers in mind, but occasionally I get the urge to write for male readers. If you have any ideas you’d like to see me write, just send me an ask!!

🔥 means male reader specifically

MARVEL

Being Tony Stark’s child and having a sibling relationship with Peter Parker

Being Tony’s child and having Rhodey as your godfather

Another way (Tony Stark x child!Reader)

Steve Roger’s twin and dating Bucky Barnes

Loki being in love with Thor’s best friend

Steve Rogers dating a male!Reader  🔥

Spine of Steel (Tony Stark x Reader headcanon series)

THE 100

Being Octavia Blake’s second

Being part of the 100

Being part of Spacekru

What’s a missile compared to Praimfaya?

Having a slow burn relationship with Bellamy Blake

Being Octavia’s cell mate in the sky box

My lover's the sunlight 🔥

GOT/HOTD

Being Daenerys Targaryen’s husband  🔥

Having a slow burn relationship with Sansa Stark  🔥

Bronn’s sister who’s dating Obara Sand

Jorah Mormont being jealous

Fluffy relationship h/cs with Podrick Payne

Daenerys dating a woman

Daenerys falling for her Gender Neutral bodyguard

Jaime Lannister realising he loves you

Jon Snow’s twin sister who’s dating Tormund Giantsbane

Podrick Payne’s wedding

Lannister!Reader falling in love with Podrick Payne

Podrick proposing

Being Daenerys’ human son  🔥

Road trip with Brienne of Tarth  🔥

The breath that passed from you to me (Sansa x male!Reader)  🔥

Being Tywin Lannister’s favourite child

Dating Brienne of Tarth  🔥

TVD/THE ORIGINALS

Being Rhaenyra Targaryen's husband 🔥

“It’s an emergency! We don’t have a wine opener.“

Elijah Mikaelson’s wife

Being a Salvatore

Being a Mikaelson

B99

Being Jake Peralta’s twin sister

TEEN WOLF

Being Lydia Martin’s best friend

HP

Being best friends with Neville Longbottom

Being a member of the Order of the Phoenix

Having a slow burn relationship with Draco Malfoy

Being James’ sister and raising Harry

Being Remus Lupin’s son  🔥

Having a mutual crush on Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley dating a male!Reader  🔥

Being a Death Eater

VIKINGS

Being Bjorn Ironside’s best friend

Slow burn relationship with Ubbe

Star Wars

Being Anakin Skywalker’s twin sister

ATLA

Toph’s older brother falling for Sokka   🔥

Bridgerton

Having a slow burn relationship with Colin Bridgerton

Domestic headcanons with Simon Basset

Being Benedict Bridgerton's muse

Anthony Bridgerton having a soft spot for you

Entirely a matter of chance

#my writing #my masterlist

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Darkest Secrets (3/?)

The Witcher and Game of Thrones Crossover

 Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Witcher Reader x Ellaria Sand

 Warnings: Slow burn, some language, mentions of rape

 Word Count: 1.4K

Tyrion was walking with Bronn and (Y/N) on either side of him. You looked down at the man walking beside you.

 “Who were they exactly?” she asked.

 “That was Prince Oberyn of Dorne. He is the younger brother to Prince Doran who is the lord of Sunspear and Ruling Prince. Ellaria is his lover and mother of four of his children,” Tyrion explained.

 “And why does he seem to want to rip out yours and your family’s guts exactly?” You asked questionably.

 “Tyrion’s father Tywin decided to execute Prince Oberyn’s sister Elia along with her son and daughter. She was married to the mad king’s son Rhaegar Targaryen. Tywin found it insulting. Rhaegar was killed in battle a couple of weeks before the incident. Tywin had the Mountain carry out the task of brutally murdering both of her children. Then he found Elia and raped her still covered in her children’s blood then cut her in half with his sword.” Bronn said while Tyrion did not make eye contact.

 (Y/N) stood still wondering how someone can be that heartless. You may have killed people in the past but that is because they were trying to kill you. This was different small children were involved along with an innocent woman. You could see why the Prince would hold a vendetta against the family because all of them except Tyrion so far seemed messed up in some way.

 Tyrion saw (Y/N) thinking and had some what of a mad expression on her face.

 “For the record I never agreed with my father on what he did.” Tyrion said looking up at (Y/N).

 You gave him a small smile looking at him, “Never said you did,” you kept on walking and quickly Tyrion and Bronn followed.

 Once back at the Palace (Y/N) was called to the gardens where Margaery and a few others waited for you. You walked there and found a pavilion where an elderly woman was putting different expensive necklaces on Margaery while about five women stood off to the side watching.

 The elderly woman spoke up after she went through all the necklaces, “None of these will do,” and turned to the five women.

 “I want you all to go to the jeweler’s and whoever finds the best necklace for my granddaughter’s wedding gets to keep the second best.”

 The women replying with a yes with smiles on their faces. They then took off running past (Y/N) to the jewelers.

 (Y/N) looked behind her at the women as they ran past then ahead at Margaery and who you now know as her grandmother.

 “Come over her and sit with us girl.” Margaery’s grandmother said.

 You walked over and sat down nodding at Margaery then looking at the elderly woman who looked you over.

 “You are an odd looking one aren’t you? I am Lady Olenna and you must be (Y/N). I have heard from my granddaughter that you call yourself a Witcher and have great fighting abilities.”

 You look at Margaery who smiled at you then back at Lady Olenna and nod, “Yes but I usually fight on my own terms and for payment.”

 “I’m guessing you’re not used to being tied down to one place for your work,” Lady Olenna said while drinking from a glass that sat on the table.

 You shook your head, “I do not stay in one place long. I travel for work with my brother and a bard.”

 “A bard? That is quite an odd travel companion. I guess you keep him for entertainment?” Margaery asked.

 “Not necessarily my brother Geralt finds his music and extensive talking irritating a lot of the time. The bard Jaskier followed us to make music about our quests. He’s stuck with us on and off since.” You explained to her.

 “That sounds exciting dear. I would love to talk more but Margaery and I must be going to continue wedding preparations.”

 Margaery and Lady Olenna got up from the table and walked off with guards walking behind.

 You went back to your room with nothing else to do for the day and cleaned and sharpened your sword and went to sleep.

 You woke up the next morning to banging on the door not getting much sleep due to the guards that walked past your door constantly through the night. You put your leather clothing on and sword on your back and walked to the door and opening it. The Hound as Joffrey called him was standing outside the door. You raised an eyebrow looking up at him silently asking what he wanted.

 “You are to go with Lady Margaery later today to visit the people of King’s Landing,” He told you.

 You nodded and the Hound turned and walked off after getting your answer.

 Once he was gone you quickly moved to get out of the palace before anyone else found you. Walking along the streets again wanting to look around more but also secretly wanting to find the Prince and Ellaria again.

 You walked around a corner and saw stalls selling different foods along both sides of the walls. The food smelled good and you did have some coins in your pocket but did not know if they would work here. You did not particularly need it anyway considering Witcher’s didn’t really need to eat.

 “Ah if it isn’t the beauty with the golden eyes,” you heard an awfully familiar accented voice say from behind you.

 You turned seeing Prince Oberyn and Ellaria at his side holding his arm. You gave a small smile to them.

 “Would you like to join us little dove?” Ellaria asked.

 Your eyes slightly widened at her beautiful voice never actually hearing her speak before.

 “Sure,” you answered before walking over to them.

 All three of you walked to a table away from the busy stalls and sat down.

 “Tell us about yourself flower. I would like to know where you are from.” Oberyn said.

 “I grew up in a keep called Kaer Morhen in a place called Kaedwen,” you answered not really into talking about the place that made you who you are.

 “It does not seem like a great place considering your expression.” Ellaria spoke as she saw your silver necklace with a wolf engraved into the silver circle that hangs at the end.

 Oberyn saw where she was look and asked you, “Your necklace did you used to work for the Stark family flower?”

 You looked down at the necklace and held it up in your hand, “No I do not know who they are, but my necklace is one given to Witcher’s who pass their trials.”

 The couple gave you a questioning look. You suppose at this point this whole kingdom does not know about what you are considering most have looked at you like you grew a second head.

 “A Witcher is what human children are turned into after years of trials that very few survive. It is why I have no pigment in my hair and unusual eyes. I was one of the very first females in a group of fifty of us to go through them. I was the only one that lived. We are trained to kill monsters that others cannot.” You said.

 “I am sorry to hear about that little dove. I am sure you have helped a lot of people with your skills. Many people probably look up to you.” Ellaria said with a smile trying to lift your spirits.

 You smiled at her deciding to leave out that most humans would rather see you and your brother dead because they think both of you as emotionless and heartless mutants.

“Thanks, tell me about both of you since I do not know much.” Your curiosity taking over.

 Oberyn smiled as he started, “I am the Prince of Dorne an exceptionally beautiful and free kingdom with stunning beaches and people. I am known to my people as the Red Viper for my skills in fighting. My eight daughters are my pride and our four we have together are very skilled fighters thanks to Ellaria.” He looked over at his paramour as he said that with such admiration in his eyes.

 “My daughters are called the sand snakes they take after their father very much. You should visit Dorne someday the Dornish men and women would love you considering how beautiful you are,” Ellaria looked you over and smirked as she said that.

 From hearing of what they have told you it looks like the three of you would get along extremely well.

#oberyn x reader x ellaria #oberyn martell x reader #game of thrones fanfiction #crossover fanfiction #witcher reader insert

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15/50 Touches

hugging each other

Bronn x female!reader

Word Count: 935

Note: Highkey I’ve only watched through season 5, but like, let’s pretend this is the AU that it is, and this encounter happened sometime before everything went completely sideways. K? K.

You’d met a lot of people during your travels across Westeros, and almost all of them had been in passing. Nobles, you’d run into during your time playing guard for Genna Lannister. Everyone else was just on the road to some place or another. Of all, your personal favorite mildly-hostile encounter had been with Brienne of Tarth in a sketchy little inn at the heart of the country.

She hated you on the spot. You assumed there was a smear of blood somewhere on your black leather armor that you missed the last time you’d taken a dip in a river that tipped her off that you were more of a combatant than the average traveling woman. Or maybe it was the way you were hunched over the table, eating alone like you were one of the men that passed through places like this. Honestly, it was probably the knives that were tucked into your belt and the sword that kept knocking into the bottom of the table when you shifted. She’d had some terse words to say to a sellsword like you, but by the end of the encounter (and ensuing not-so-friendly spar to show off both of your skills) you’d earned a grudging respect from the woman.

Plus, you found it rather amusing to consider the fact that you were essentially her shadow self: great fighter, keep your word (for the right price), and constantly mocked by random men that thought a woman couldn’t do their job as well as they could.

This grudging respect (from her, you adored the woman as much as you loved riling her up) bloomed to a strange friendship when you ended up traveling with her and Pod to . . . somewhere. You hadn’t been paying attention to their talks of a destination; you’d been a bit distracted by the handsome stableboy that was eyeing you up at the time. 

And that friendship led you to absolutely laughing your ass off when the pair of you ran into none other than Jamie fucking Lannister and Ser Bronn of the Blackwater one the road, headed opposite directions. As soon as you saw them, your giggling started and it didn’t stop even after you were laughing so hard that you literally fell off your horse.

“Are you alright?” you heard Jamie ask.

“She’s finally lost it,” Brienne’s tired response came from next to you. “How are you, Ser Jamie?”

“I’ve been well, Lady Brienne,” was his automatic response. You could hear the smile in his voice. The polite way the friends greeted each other had your peals of laughter going even harder.

“Pod, would you mind holding her horse so it doesn’t run away?” Brienne asked. 

You heard boots hitting the ground moments before Jamie asked, “Bronn, where are you going?”

The footsteps paused long enough for Bronn’s gruff voice to indignantly say, “Where do you fuckin’ think?” Then as soon as he was close enough, you felt his hand grasp your arm. “Up you get, giggles.”

As soon as you were upright, you threw your arms around his neck in a tight hug and allowed yourself to be pulled into a heated kiss, smiling the whole time. You loved the way his arms felt around you. “Missed you.”

He shamelessly grabbed a handful of your ass and muttered, “Missed you too, sweetheart,” before turning to face your now shocked companions.

“Uh . . . Do either of you care to explain what the hells is going on?” Jamie prodded, looking more than a little amused despite the confusion.

“I assume Tall, Blonde, and Honorable and Ser Magic Cock already know this, but,” you snorted with renewed laughter during Bronn’s introduction of you.

“And how do you know each other?” It was Podrick that asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you teased, knowing full well that it was certainly not obvious.

Bronn’s hand slipped inside the collar of your chest armor to retrieve the chain--and therefore ring--that hung there. “This is my wife.”

“Your . . . what?” Brienne looked totally scandalized. “But . . .”

“You and that stable boy last night!” 

“And Bronn, they had to chase you out of the brothel with a broom in the last town!”

Which, of course, only sent you into yet another fit of giggles while you laced your fingers with your husbands. Since it was clear that none of you were likely to depart this little spot anytime tonight and it honestly wasn’t a bad place to camp for the night, it was unanimously decided that you’d be sleeping here. The entire time setting up and making dinner was spent explaining that, yes you and Bronn had been married for quite some time, and yes, the pair of you loved your jobs and understood that sometimes you got a little hard up on the road, so you were fine with sleeping around as long as you weren’t an idiot about it. Then the discussions of where everyone was going came up, and that thoroughly moved the conversation on right up until Brienne asked the question that had probably been bothering her since the moment you fell off your horse.

“Why were you laughing so hard earlier, anyway?”

Just at the reminder, you snorted again. Looking over at your husband, you asked, “You wanna say it or shall I?”

“Considering even I don’t know what the fuck you’re on about . . .”

“Isn’t it obvious? Brienne and I are just the female versions of you two!”

Which took a second for the others to understand, but once it registered . . . Let’s just say there was probably no wildlife within a mile of the little camp after the uproar.

#bronn x reader #bronn of the blackwater x reader #bronn of the blackwater imagine #bronn imagine #reader insert #sellsword!reader #50 touches #game of thrones imagine #got imagine