Game of Thrones One-Shots (Reader X Character)

Theon Greyjoy x reader

Your queen  Daenerys was gone for some time, she left with her dragon and it seemed like she won't come back in a long time. Dragonstone was sad without three dragons flying around, it was peaceful without them, to be honest. You spent most of your time in your room, laying on the bed daydreaming. A lot happened in the last few months and it was hard to process. You wanted old life back, where you didn't worry about anything really. 

Knocks filled the silent room making you get up from your laying position in sitting one."Come in." 

The door opened and Theon Greyjoy walked in, his small figure sneaked in, closing the door behind him. "Heard you didn't feel well. Came to see if you are alright." you smiled at him, offering him to sit next to you on the bed. 

"I'm fine, really." you said as he found his way to bed. "I only felt tired." he nodded. Ever since you first met in Meereen, you were both finding stupid ways to talk or just see each other. You couldn't point why you wanted to see him or talk to him. He was a skinny guy with a sad face. He never spoke much, he would just listen to you nod couple of times and leave. His sister told you what happened to him, what he's been through. He was strong in some way, not everybody can go through all that and live to tell the tale. He never really opened about anything that happened, but it was still hunting him. 

"How are you, Theon?" you whispered, but he didn't move. His lips were sealed, he didn't want to speak about himself, but your eyes stayed fixed on him in the hope he will open up. "You know, when I was a slave to Dothraki men I've been through a lot." you began taking his attention. "I was the property of their Khal and he used me like a woman I was. He let his bloodriders to use me like I was an object not a human." you tried to make him talk by telling your past. "I remember lying on the ground, wanting to let go. They just finished their rounds on me and left me in my own blood. I don't know if they were expecting me to die before the sun comes up, I was. I wanted to die so badly, to be free, to fly to the stars."Tears appeared in corners of your eyes as you remember that night. "But wonder happened and I woke up again, laying in the same place they left me. Most of them were surprised, I was surprised myself." you cleared your throat. "With some miracle our Queen came a few days later freeing us, promising us future. She came out of the fire, unburnt." his eyes were fixed on you. "So, Theon Greyjoy, what have you been through in your sad little life?" 

He first didn't say anything, he felt if he tells you anything you will see him as a weak man he was. He was afraid you will turn your back when you hear his story. "I...I was stupid boy. Believing lies, I betrayed my friend Robb, I betrayed Starks people who raised me, because of a stupid man that put stories in my head. I got my punishment, paid for everything I've done." in his voice you could hear the pain he felt.

Your hand grabbed his, falling on your knees in front of him. Placing your other hand on his knee, trying to give him comfort. "When I was a prisoner my sister tried to save me. She was the only one who tried, and I nearly got her killed." his head was lowered, he was staring at your hands, too afraid to look you in the eyes. He wasn't a man anymore, he betrayed so many people who cared about him, he lost his manhood, he lost himself and no one could help him now. "I let  Euron take her because I was afraid. Ramsay was right, Theon Greyjoy is dead." a tear from his eye fell on to your hand. It broke you to see him like this. He wasn't the worst man alive, everyone makes mistakes. You lifted his chin up, making him look at you. 

"No, listen to me, Greyjoy. That man is a liar, one big liar. None of us can be brave all the time. After what you've been through, some will understand, some will not. But you can't put yourself down, this way you are only letting others think you are weaker than them." His eyes were filled with tears. Dothraki would often say that man who cries is no man at all, but for you, tears were way of letting everything bad come out of you, just like laughter is the way of letting joy out. 

"I..." he tried to speak again, but you place your finger on his lips. He needed to believe someone cared about him and was ready to forgive him for not being enough of a man. You moved your hand to his cheek and lifted yourself from the ground. Your legs fell on each side of him, leaving you now in his lap. He got the clue of what you were trying to do and ran his hand through your hair. Placing quick kiss on his lips first,waiting for him to replay to your action. He moved you closer to him,bringing your lips together into long kiss. You broke the kiss,pushing him down then finding his lips again. This made him paranoid,he knew he couldn't please you. He wanted to stop you, but your lips on his felt so right.

"Y/N...I can't..." he tried to tell you, breaking the kiss.

"Shhh...you still have your mouth." you laughed a little. You didn't really want to lay down with anyone after your near death,but you wanted to feel good. He smiled at your comment,remembering how he made other girls feel with his tongue. His hand went over your breast,massaging it over the fabric of your dress. Silent moan escaped your lips. Only source of pleasure you ever got was when you touched yourself and having someone not even touching you down made your brain freeze and your body relax. It felt good when a man was gentle to you,you felt worshiped.

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(me trying to be funny)Hope you liked this...i'm trying to write for Drogo but it harder than it looks,I will try and post at least three more until Monday don't leave me okay? 

I will probably post a lot of Littlefinger because I will miss him in season 8 so much,I will miss his villain mustache...(yes that was Sense8 reference)