I never thought that I would do a Joffrey imagine, but I should know never to say never 😁 This is a request for loverloserlaser, I hope you enjoy. 😈

It was true to say that no one in Westeros could ever be accused of having any kind of fond feeling for Joffrey. He was a detestable little creature, not fit to call himself King. He was ruthless and arrogant, a remorseless and tyrannical ruler who was incompetent, unintelligent, extremely cowardly and prone to outbursts of violence when angered; but the same could not be said for his twin sister (Y/n).

(Y/n) was everything her brother was not; she was good to the people, as beautiful as her mother, as intelligent as her uncle Tyrion, and as strong and brave as her real father Jaime. Like Tommen and Myrcella, (Y/n) had avoided the traits that made Joffrey so utterly atrocious, instead she was seen by many as the one that should have ascended to the Iron Throne after the death of Robert; but Cersei would have none of it.

Despite everything, despite how he treated her and the rest of the family with contempt, Cersei had always doted on Joffrey, spoiling him and indulging his every whim resulting in Joffrey having a massive sense of entitlement; but with (Y/n), Cersei had pushed her to the side, jealous of the love that others showed for her daughter, jealous of her beauty and intelligence, jealous that both Jaime and Robert doted on the exquisite young woman, (Y/n) growing up instead under the watchful eyes of Jaime, Tyrion and her grandfather.

"Why weren't you born first? You would have made a much better Queen than that little shit Joffrey makes a King." A slightly drunk Tyrion asked (Y/n), as he, Bronn and (Y/n) sat in his chambers, the two men drinking as (Y/n) sat and read, laughing occasionally at their ridiculous stories.

"I don't know uncle, that is something that you will have to take up with my mother; but I believe that even if I was the elder, Joffrey would still have found his arse firmly planted on the Iron Throne." (Y/n) replied, looking up from her book for the first time that afternoon.

"And saying things like that is how a person can lose their head, and I happen to like your head exactly where it is, Uncle Tyrion." (Y/n) said, the little lion raising his half empty glass in agreement.

"Oh goodness, I have a lesson with Sandor." (Y/n) suddenly remembered, as she jumped up, kissing both her uncle and Bronn on the cheek before she ran from the room, heading for the practice ring, and probably a very grumpy Sandor.

"Ya know that girl is too good to be Cersei's daughter." Bronn said, as he watched (Y/n) disappear from the room.

"I actually agree with you about that. I have tried to talk the rest of the family into sending her somewhere safer for a little while, Joffrey is being harder on her than usual, but as soon as I mentioned it, the little shit said that she had to stay, and of course Cersei agreed with him. I must admit that I don't like how he looks at her, its not how a brother should look at his sister." Tyrion mussed, as he contemplated the recent arguments between the twins.

"Well, we just ave ta keep a better eye on tha lass until Joffrey finds someone else ta torture." Bronn told Tyrion, the little man agreeing as they both finished their wine.

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"Where ave ya been?" Sandor asked gruffly, as (Y/n) rushed into the training ring, pulling on her protective armour.

"I was with Uncle Tyrion and Bronn, and I got lost in a book." (Y/n) explained apologetically, as Sandor placed a helmet on her head and shoved the practice sword into her hand.

"Ya got ta make up ya mind whether ya want ta be a scholar or a warrior." Sandor huffed, as the pair took their fighting stance.

"I don't have to choose, Sandor, I can be both. Does it not pay to have the intelligence to study your opponent's techniques, to study and understand strategy on the battlefield?" (Y/n) asked, as she dodged Sandor's swinging sword.

"Ta me it more important to kill tha bastard, before he kills me." Sandor scoffed, as he parried (Y/n)'s blow.

"True. But with diplomacy you can hopefully stop the fight before it begins." (Y/n) called out, as she jumped to avoid the thrust that Sandor had aimed at her legs.

"Diplomacy is fa cowards. Give me a sword any day." Sandor declared, standing over (Y/n) triumphantly, as he knocked her to the floor.

"What are you doing to my sister? How many times do I have to forbid this before either of you listen? I am the King, and what I say is law." Joffrey called out, as he stood glaring at the pair, both of whom groaned and shook their heads.

"This is all your doing, Hound. I should punish you for defying me." Joffrey growled, as Sandor helped (Y/n) from the floor.

"You will do no such thing! Sandor isn't the one that defied you, it was me. If you want to punish someone, then punish me." (Y/n) declared definitely, as she took off her helmet and stood protectively in front of the huge man that towered over her.

Joffrey made his way down into the practice ring, coming to a stop as he stood in front of his sister.

"That is a good idea, I would very much like to punish you my beautiful sister." Joffrey hummed creepily, as he reached up his hand and brushed a few of (Y/n)'s golden hairs back behind her ears, (Y/n) pulling away from his touch.

"You will go and clean yourself up, then you will come to my chambers dressed in your best gown......... the dark blue one, I always liked the dark blue one, I want to see you in that. And don't take to long (Y/n), I will be waiting." Joffrey told her as he reached up and grabbed her chin firmly in his hand, his thumb brushing over her lips.

"My beautiful sister." Joffrey hummed, before walking off, leaving (Y/n) to wonder what her brother could have in mind.

"Yah don't have ta go (Y/n), just tell the little prick that he was me, I don't care if he punishes me." Sandor growled as he watched Joffrey disappear back into the Keep, the Hound placing his hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder in an attempt to help reassure the young woman.

"No. I won't let Joffrey punish you or anyone else if I can prevent it. I can look after myself, and Joffrey doesn't scare me, even if he thinks he does." (Y/n) said, as she turned around, handing Sandor the practice sword and the helmet.

"Oh well, I better go see what he's up to." (Y/n) shrugged, as she left a concerned Sandor behind.

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(Y/n) slowly made her way to her brother's chambers. For once she had done as she was told, the beautiful dark blue gown hugging every one of her curves like a second skin. She had to admit that she was curious as to why Joffrey would request for her to wash and dress in such a manner, but to (Y/n), Joffrey never really made sense, so why should today be any different.

(Y/n) knocked on the door of the chamber, pushing her way in as she heard her brother bid her enter.

"Ah (Y/n), you look beautiful." Joffrey cooed, as he walked around her, looking her up and down as he passed.

"Why have you asked me to dress like this if you only intend to punish me for sparring with Sandor?" (Y/n) asked, confused and for once slightly scared as Joffrey stopped behind her, his hot breath fanning over her skin as his lips ghosted over her neck.

"Punish, yes. I am going to punish you (Y/n), but not in the way you think." Joffrey told her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her back against his chest.

"I have decided that it is about time that you took your rightful place by my side. Mother is always telling me that I should take a wife, and I cannot think of a better wife to have than you, my beautiful sister." Joffrey hummed, as he gripped (Y/n) tighter, his lips finally making contact with the soft skin of her neck, the sudden and unexpected act and declaration making (Y/n) physically shake.

"Joffrey, have you lost your mind? I am your sister, I am not meant to be your wife, the family would never allow it." (Y/n) protested, trying to pull herself away from her brother's arms.

"I do not care what the family will allow or not. I am King and will have what I want. You will become my wife, and you will provide me with pure born heirs that will sit on the Iron Throne for years to come. Now my Queen, you will show your King how much you love him." Joffrey growled, as he pushed (Y/n) forward over a table in front of her, pulling up her skirt so that it was high above her waist.

"You are more beautiful than I could ever have imagined, and you are all mine." Joffrey told her, (Y/n) crying out as he pushed his hard length inside her.

She knew she should protest, that she should cry out for help, but as Joffrey thrust into her over and over again, she couldn't help but moan at the feeling of him inside her.

"Tell me you want me (Y/n), tell me how much you love me." Joffrey groaned as he gripped onto his sister's hips, pulling her back towards him as he continued to take her.

(Y/n) knew that she should hate what he was doing; she still hated him, hated everything he did and stood for; but as he sunk his teeth into her shoulder she could do nothing other than tell him what he wanted to hear, tell him that she never wanted him to stop.

As much as (Y/n) wanted to turn around and slap Joffrey in the face, her body was betraying her, the feeling of euphoria that was building up inside her was overriding any logical thought in her mind, and she could only scream out his name when with a last few hard thrusts, Joffrey spilled his seed inside her, the siblings panting for air as their highs flooded their bodies.

"You are mine (Y/n), you will always be mine." Joffrey growled as he squeezed her throat tightly, smirking as she let out a lewd moan.

Suddenly Joffrey pushed her over to the bed, pulling at the dark blue material that still covered her body, tearing it from her skin as he glared down at her with lust filled eyes.

"I have not finished with you yet sister. You will leave my room only when I say." Joffrey told her, as he pushed his way between her legs, his hands groping at her flesh as he groaned into (Y/n)'s ear.

As (Y/n) writhed underneath him, clawing at the skin on his back, Joffrey couldn't help but smile. He didn't care what the family thought, what his mother or the people thought; he had what he had always wanted, what he needed, and if anyone told him that he couldn't, then he knew that he would make them pay, he would make all of them pay. He had the Iron Throne, he had (Y/n) and nothing else mattered.