We all love a little bit of Tywin, and I got this naughty imagine in my mind, so I thought that I would share it. I hope you enjoy 🦁😈

"(Y/n) we don't have a choice. Do you know who asked for this?" Petyr tried to reason as (Y/n) looked in the mirror in front of her.

Since she had moved to Kings Landing, (Y/n) had reluctantly taken a role in one of Baelish's brothels, and had been working at the whore house for some time as a dancer. She had always told Petyr, that the only thing that she would ever do was dance. The other girls may do things for the patrons, offering their little extras in the dark rooms, but it was a step that (Y/n) had never had a desire to take, and Petyr had begrudgingly accepted her decision, despite always trying to tell her how much more gold she could make if she provided a few extra services.

But to (Y/n), dancing in such an establishment was bad enough. It was something that she swore that she would never do. Normally she would perform at celebrations for some of the best families in Westeros and the Free Cities, but she needed money to support herself, and in a city like Kings Landing, you sometimes had to take what you could get. Yet despite everything, how she had stood by what was right for her, now it appeared that she had no option but to do what she had always refused to do. And even worse, the client was the old lion himself. Tywin Lannister.

"I don't care if it's the Lord of the Seven Hells himself. I'm not doing it. Get one of your other girls. I am sure that they will be more than happy to give that old man what he wants." (Y/n) continued to protest, as Petyr grabbed a chair and came to sit at her side.

"He doesn't want anyone else. He wants you. And anyway, all the others are busy with their normal clients. Tywin Lannister has never done anything like this before. He has never stepped foot into one of my establishments. Do you know what this could mean? What power, and information this could give me?" Petyr asked, as he continued to look at (Y/n). The beautiful dancer turning to look back at him.

(Y/n) was no fool, she knew what and who Petyr Baelish was. She knew that his wine and the whores loosened the tongues of the men and women that would frequent his business. She knew that he was a master manipulator. That under that thin smile there beat a cold, dead heart, that cared for nothing, and no one, except for himself. She knew that he would use anyone to get to his goal. And she had never desired to be one of his puppets, but the gods seem to be conspiring against her. Pushing her into the arms of the old lion.

"He wants some private time in the special room, if you don't do it, he could have you killed. He could have all of us killed. And I don't know about you, but this isn't the way I want my life to end." Petyr cooed softly, as he took (Y/n)'s hand.

(Y/n) couldn't help but laugh to herself. She knew what Petyr was trying to do. She knew that he wanted to use her just like he did everyone else. Allow the old lion to do what he wanted with her, so that she could hopefully get an insight into Tywin that no one else could. But she also knew that Petyr was right, that Tywin could probably have her killed if he wanted. He was a Lannister, and for her, Lannister's were not a family to be trusted. And she had no desire to die, despite it meaning she would have to sacrifice her principles.

"This will be the only time, Petyr. Don't go thinking that you can start selling me like you do all the others. And I'm doing this for myself, not for you or your desire for power." (Y/n) told the now smiling man by her side, as she turned her attention back to the mirror, slowly applying a thin sheen of powder to her skin.

"But that's perfect, (Y/n). That's one of the reasons he wants you. He wants to be the only one. The others are good enough for everyone else, but you are the only one good enough for him." Petyr informed her, as he almost jumped from his seat, and made his way to the door.

"He's in the special room. He wants everything." The whoremonger continued, before exiting the room, and closing the door. Leaving (Y/n) to contemplate her fate in the room with a man like Tywin.

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Tywin sat in the room. Smiling as he saw all the things that he had requested, had been placed around the room. Normally he would never do this. Normally he would not allow a man like Baelish to know about his deepest, darkest fantasies. Normally he would not lower himself to frequent a brothel. But he had denied his needs for so long, that he could deny himself no longer. He had to have what he wanted, and no one, no one, would dare refuse him.

Tywin had first laid eyes on the graceful dancer when she had come to the Red Keep to perform for Robert's guests at one of his many celebrations. And from the moment he had seen her, he had wanted her. He had been angry when he had found out that she actually worked for Baelish. He hated the notion that the woman of his desires was little more than just another of Petyr's many whores. But then he had found out that she had only ever performed as a dancer, that knowledge making the fear patriarch fantasies about her all the more. Fantasies that he could one day be the only man that she submitted to. And now that time had come.

Suddenly a noise from behind him, alerted Tywin to the fact that the door to the room was slowly being opened. A broad smile spreading across his face as (Y/n) walked through the ingress, trying her best to look as though this was the most normal thing in the world for her, and that she did not fear the man before her.

She looked more beautiful than the old lion could ever have imagined. All his fantasies were coming true, and even the man that was the real power behind the Iron Throne, couldn't quite believe that this was all real. All those long, lonely nights where he had imagined taking her. All those nights where he had satisfied himself with the image of her firmly in his mind, would now be distant memories, for now she was here in the flesh. And every part of her flesh would be his.

"Close the door." Tywin said quietly, as (Y/n) moved further into the room. The lord of Casterly Rock, slowly getting up from his seat and moving to circle the dancer as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"Your beautiful, you know that don't you?" Tywin asked, as he came to a stop behind her. His fingers slowly combing through her hair.

"I have been watching you. I have been watching you for so long. Dreamed about you. Fantasised about you. Fooled myself that you weren't the only one that I wanted. Refused to accept my desires to punish you like the bad girl that you are. But I'm not going deny myself any longer. I am going to take what I have wanted since the moment I lay eyes on you, and make you my own. Just mine." Tywin hummed, as he pressed his chest into (Y/n)'s back. His hands gently caressing her scantily clad flesh.

(Y/n) couldn't help but tremble. Her body reacting in ways she had never thought it would to the older man's touch. She hated to admit it, but she didn't want him to stop. His voice flowed over her like warm honey, his touch gentle yet masterful. At this moment she forgot about who and what he was. All she wanted to do now was submit. All she wanted was to belong to the old lion.

"You've been a naughty girl, (Y/n). Teasing me when you were dancing at the Red Keep. And I'm going to punish you for it. Would you like that?" Tywin asked, the Hand of the King smiling as (Y/n) slowly nodded. Smiling even more as the woman in his arms moaned wantonly as hand slipped between her legs.

"You are going to be mine, (Y/n). I am going to do what I want with you. You are going to be my little girl." Tywin continued, as he slowly reached up, and placed a silken blindfold around (Y/n)'s eyes. Chuckling as (Y/n) gasped, as his strong hands made light work of the gown that she wore. The thin material falling effortlessly to the floor.

Quickly Tywin took (Y/n) into his arms, placing her onto the bed behind them. The older man's chuckle getting louder as he placed each one of her limbs in the restraints that he had already attached to the bed.

"Tell me that you want this." Tywin said, as he picked up the whip from the side of the bed and brushed its leather strands across her bare womanhood.

"Tell me that you want me to dominate you. That you want me to punish you. Tell me that you like the whips and chains, that you like being bound. That you want to be used by a lion." Tywin demanded, as he gripped (Y/n)'s face tightly, before leaning down and sucking one of her erect nipples into his mouth. His ardour growing, as he licked and bit at her rounded flesh.

"Yes." (Y/n) gasped. Letting out a lewd moan as Tywin's hand came down sharply on the side of her backside. The mark left by his hand, stinging, but in the most wonderful way possible.

"Yes, what, little girl? Tell me? I want to hear you say it." The lion growled, as he stood up from the bed, and removed his clothes. His once trapped, engorged manhood, springing to attention as he looked down on the woman that would soon be his.

"I.........I........" (Y/n) began, not sure that she could do as the man had requested. Her mind filled with nothing but images of being punished by the dominant man, as she desperately searched for the right words in her aroused state.

"Tell me." Tywin ordered, as he pushed himself between her legs. The feel of her bare flesh against his sending his own mind racing.

"I.......I want you to dominate me. To use me, to punish me. I want the whips and chains; I want to be yours." (Y/n) gasped, as Tywin pushed himself into her. The old lion knowing that he would make this night last as long as possible. That he would punish her as he wanted. And that this would not be the only time that he would have what he had wanted for so long.