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Ned Stark*Wife

Pairing: Ned x f!wife!reader

Kinktober Day twenty-five: breeding kink with Ned Stark – there is a reason why Ned has so many children and it’s not as noble as many assume

Word count: 1145

Warnings: horny Ned, desperate Ned, really horny Ned, m!recieving oral, teasing, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, smut 18+

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Ned Stark is an honourable man who serves his people and his gods to the best of his ability however his eyes were betraying him. All night he had watched as you danced around his name day feast. A southern quality of yours he usually enjoyed but tonight caused his cock to harden in his trousers. Well, that plus the sweet words you had whispered to him in his bed this morning before rushing away claiming you had ‘too much to do’.

His lords’ words fell on deaf ears since all his focus was on you tonight. When the feast began to lull, only drunken lords and giggling ladies left, Ned approached where you sat talking and giggling with friends. “Wife,” he said, his voice almost as Strained as his trousers had been all night.

“Husband,” you said, turning around giggling but your laughs fell into a knowing smirk when you saw the faint flush of his skin, “It is awfully late it not?”

“Aye,” he said, nodding to the ladies you had been sitting with, “I’m afraid I will have to steal my wife away,” he said as he helped you up from the chair and whisked you out of the hall.

“Why are you always such a little tease?” he questioned lowly in your ear, making sure no passing servants could hear.

You grinned widely, glancing over at your husband who walked very close behind you, likely to try hide the growing bulge you could feel anytime he bumped into you, “Because you like it my lord,”

The chamber door had no sooner slammed shut than your back was being pressed against it. your hands tangled in his hair while his fumbled with the strings of your dress, “I hate this thing,” he grumbled against your lips.

You laughed as you reached to unknot the ties he’d struggled with, “Liar,” you chastised, “I saw you watching me,”

He was never a wasteful man but soon he found himself ripping your dress just to get you out of. he chuckled at your gasp as his hands grabbed your hips, “Don’t worry I’m sure you can mend it,” he teased right back, giving you a taste of your own medicine as you stumbled towards the bed.

It was rare for Ned to be rough but that did not mean he was willing to wait. His hands gripped your hips tightly before throwing you back on the bed making you laugh as your back landed on the soft fabrics. Meanwhile Ned worked on pulling his tunic and undershirt over his head, tossing them in a heap somewhere with your discarded dress.

“Been thinking of this all night,” he said, his hands working on the laces of his breaches however you quickly sat up to take over. “What- “he tried to question as you pulled the fabric down, letting his already hard cock spring free.

“Relax my love,” you commanded him, taking his shaft in your hand and pumping softly making him groan, “and enjoy your gift,” you said before you began to trail kisses up his shaft. When his hand moved to rest on the back of your head you took your signal to sink your mouth down on his cock and Ned groaned loudly as your head began to bob up and down.

All the tension from the night plus the sight of his pretty wife using her pretty lips to suck him off made it hard for him not to spill down your throat. Instead, he did his best to hold back, not wishing it to be quite over yet but when he felt your hands cup his balls, he couldn’t help but pull you off his cock, enjoying the sight of spit trailing down your lips.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded in that stern tone that drove you wild and he knew it. its why he would always shoot a knowing glance your way whenever he had to use it on a lord.

You did as you were told and felt the bed dip as he positioned himself behind you, “Been thinking about this all day,” he said, running his tip along your slit making you shiver, “So have you apparently. So wet for me,” he chuckled, enjoying how your head buried into the pillow in embarrassment.

“Not gonna waste it by finishing in that sneaky mouth of yours,” he said, lining his tip up with your hole but not quite yet pushing in making your hips wiggle, desperate for the friction, “Wanna see you dripping with it,” he said before suddenly pushing in.

You gasped, gripping at the sheets as his cock began to stretch you perfectly. He went slow at first, sinking in till he was buried inside you with a low groan. Ned tried to wait a moment, allow you to adjust, but your hips moved back, and he lost all his honour.

He gripped your hips tightly, fingertips burning flesh as he began thrusting. The bed began to jolt, the wooden headboard beginning to hit off the stone wall, but the noises didn’t matter. Especially not when he could still hear the sweet moans coming from your mouth.

His hand reached around your hips, moving to rub fast circles on your clit making you clench around him. “Fuck,” he began to murmur but he wasn’t ready just yet. His other hand moved to push your back down, deepening your arch till his cock was able to hit another spot he had found many times.

As you felt him begin to pound the familiar nerves your moans became louder even as you buried your face into the pillow. A familiar tightening spread across your stomach as your peak threatened to spill only to be encouraged by your husbands’ words.

“Come on,” Ned mumbled, his thrusts becoming messy, “Let go. You know you want to,” he said, “Just c’mon and-fuck,” he gasped as he felt your body tighten and your walls clench around him again. A loud moan left your lips as you felt your peak crash over you, but the feeling just made his thrusts harder.

Curses fell from his lips as he fucked you through your peak just to hit his own. His eyes tightened, his body tensing, but his thrusts didn’t stop till he had ensured he’d fucked his seed deep inside you, enjoying the feeling of filling you up.

Ned paused for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he felt his cock begin to go soft. As he pulled out, he smirked briefly at the sight of you dripping before collapsing onto the bed beside you. “Are you okay my love?” he asked, reaching to his bedside drawer to pull out a fresh rag.

“Yes,” you laughed as your husband moved to clean you up, “Are you sweet husband?”

“More than okay,”

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Eddard Stark | A Song Of Ice And Fire/ Game of Thrones || Outdoor Sex // Tender Sex

ReCasting Joseph Quinn As A Lord; 2.8k words; NO BETA/ SELF- EDITED, I Have No Excuse I Simply Cannot Be Contained, Swearing, No Robert’s Rebellion AU, Pre-Show/Book Setting, Underage (they’re technically considered adults in-universe), Y/N (insert your name), Implied Slow Burn, Catelyn Marries Brandon, Mutual Pining, Jealous Ned, Vague References To Canon Typical Violence, First Kiss, Old Gods Marriage Practices, Consummation, Semi-Public Sex, Breeding Kink

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From the first day you came to ward in Winterfell, you had shared something special with the Quiet Wolf. Your father sent you to learn about keeping house from Lord Rickard himself since he had no sons and was too sick to show you himself. It was always known that some day, you would return to your fathers' castle. But that could be years from now. 

Brandon Stark married Catelyn Tully in the halls of Riverrun. You thought the girl was beautiful and intelligent and sent a silent prayer that Brandon would do right by her. Your eyes followed the string of Starks beside him and connected with Ned's, who was already watching you. You hadn't seen him since you were both ten when he was sent to the Eyrie. 

He danced with you at the ceremony, not a word exchanged between you but a world of emotions spoken in the way he gently held you just a little closer than was considered appropriate between an unmarried girl and a lordling. If he could lay his head in the groove where your neck meets your shoulder, he would breathe your scent and never let you go. His father called Ned away with a knowing smile after three consecutive dances. 

"You cannot dance with her all night," Lord Rickard chuckled. "There are a might of other lads who want a chance." 

More akin to a blight, young Ned thought with a scowl. "She did not take offense." 

"No, I'm sure she didn't!" 

The only partners you danced with that did not make his heart squeeze were his sister Lyanna and Catelyn, the bride. Even Robert, no especially Robert, had not the control to keep from flirting with you, and he did it with a shit eating grin thrown at Ned's table. At long last, the bedding ceremony commenced and the rest of the company was expected to drink or retire to their rooms. Ned took it upon himself to escort you and his sister, making sure to keep you both safe from the rowdy crowd and their wandering hands. 

"Good night, sweet sister," Lyanna drunkenly purred as she kissed your cheek. 

"Sister? I am not quite a Stark, my rose," you answered warmly. 

"Oh yes, I had quite forgotten," Lyanna drew you into a hug and winked at her brother over your shoulder causing his face to grow hot, and not from the evening of drinking. "Be gentle with her, brother." 

Ned's eye twitched in annoyance. "There is nothing to be gentle about, I will simply walk her to her room and make sure she locks her door." 

"Of course you will, sweet brother." 

Lyanna shut the door and latched the lock twice, and then you were alone with Ned for the first time since leaving Winterfell. You placed your hand in the bend of his elbow and leaned into his side as you walked to your chambers. Your soft slippers were muted on the floor, and only the faintest echo of the party still going in the grandhall could be heard from here. 

You both stopped before your chamber door and seemed to freeze in place. Neither of you wanted the night to end like this– alone in bed for yet another set of untold years to come. A good time for weddings was in the long summer, when everybody in the realm prospered from the Wall to the coast of Dorne. 

"I won't leave til I hear you latch your door," Ned announced quietly. "And I bid you goodnight, my lady." 

"Perhaps a farewell can wait," you suggested as you opened your door wide to find a fire already going. "I would be safer if you stayed for the night. My bed is quite comfortable." 

You watched as emotions warred over his normally stoic face. "I cannot. We will be on the Kingsroad by morn and home in a fortnight." 

"You can sleep on the floor if it eases your mind." You leaned on the edge of the door with pleading eyes. 

But Ned's jaw set. His warm, calloused hands gripped your face firmly and he drew you into a kiss for the first time. Your pleasure was cut short when he released your lips and stared you dead in the eye, looking all the more like a direwolf. 

"Pull the latch tight," he commanded lowly. "I will try the door to make sure it is safe, and then tomorrow I will see you on the road." 

Defeated, you did as he bade you, and once the door had rattled loudly without opening, you heard his heavy boots echo as he dashed away from your chambers in a hurry. "Goodnight," you whispered in your empty, hollow room. 

...

Back at home, you grew to love Brandon's new wife Catelyn quickly and held a special bond. She was closer with Lyanna as her good sister, but Lyanna could never understand what moving to a place like Winterfell felt like. You did. 

"They're not always so stoic after all," she had commented as you both took tea in her solar room. 

"They have ice in their veins for sure, but warm, beating hearts beneath all that leather and armor," you agreed. "Do you find that married life suits you yet?" 

Catelyn looked over the rim of her cup and made a contemplative noise. "I always knew my place. The gods know I have been looking forward and somewhat dreading marriage all my life. But Brandon is… very nearly the knight I dreamed about as a girl." 

You nodded along, happy she was being honest and optimistic. You only prayed the young and virile Brandon would remain faithful to her. 

"And what of you, hm?" 

When the question turned to you, you were puzzled. "How do you mean?" 

"Well I mean Ned, of course." 

Catelyn had only been here for a short time but even she had noticed the two of you. It was a sore spot however, and you frowned instantly as a sour taste filled your mouth. 

"It doesn't matter," you mumbled, "he is leaving." 

You learned that very morning. Ned was returning to the Eyrie with Robert Baratheon. Lyanna had run off to talk some sense into him, no doubt she was also in the Great Hall scolding their father Lord Rickard. But the lady Stark had returned to you, sullen faced. He was not going to ask for your hand. 

...

Ned may have had plans to return to the Eyrie, but the whole of Winterfell and even his newfound brother Robert seemed possessed to thwart him. Not hours after they had agreed to go had he heard that Robert would be betrothed to Lyanna and married in a fortnight. “I’m staying brother. As should you,” he had replied and slapped Ned on the shoulder so hard it stung. 

Lyanna had refused to look at him all day after he insisted he would not marry his father’s ward. He had good reasons, but she would not hear of it. Even his father had seemed somewhat disappointed by his decision. No doubt you had heard, but when he tried to look for you, you were nowhere to be found. It was making him anxious and he wanted you to hear it from him. 

Something deep in his chest reached out to speak to him. You’ll find her in the godswood. 

His boots crush fallen leaves and twigs scattered across the ground as his breath billows white in the air with every breath. It’s warm out, for Winterfell that is, still colder than anywhere else south of the Wall. Ned could have wandered the woods for miles, only his feet took him exactly where he needed to go without a hair off the path. He found you staring into the eyes of the heart tree with your back to the glistening, still black pool and to him. Despite his saddening errand, his chest warmed at the sight of you. 

He called your name softly. Stopping by your side and admiring the profile of your lips, your chin, your nose. He would miss your beautiful face. 

“You are leaving.” It wasn’t a question but a statement of fact. 

It twisted his heart to answer, “I am.” 

You smiled then. A part of him expected tears but they didn’t come. Disappointment was on the beautiful face that finally turned to him. “But not today.” 

Ned shuffled his feet. “Not today…” 

“And you don’t want to marry me?,” you asked with an indecipherable tone. 

Instantly he opened his mouth to protest, then swallowed his words and thought more carefully. “There are better matches for you, your ladyship. You could be a princess of Dorne–” 

You interrupt flatly, “You think I want to be a princess? How very ambitious of me.” 

“Y/N,” Ned said, “I am a second son. At best, my brother will be Warden of the North and I only his bannerman.” 

“That is a great honor, Ned.” 

“You deserve more,” he insists. 

“I want you, Ned. I have always wanted you. The second son of Rickard Stark is more than enough for me.” You turn yourself to face him and take a few gentle steps. “I will gladly take whatever it is that you have, even if it is only you.” 

The boy is speechless. You watch a hundred thoughts swim in his eyes. A decision must be made once and for all about your relationship with your lord’s son, and you were done waiting for him to make it. 

“If I cannot expect you to take advantage of your status,” you said as you untied the knot keeping your coat upon your person, “perhaps we can come to an agreement.” 

“I’ll not dishonor you, Y/N,” Ned said sternly. 

“And I am not asking you to dishonor me. I want to be your wife, Ned.” You drop your furs and reveal the complete expanse of your naked form to him. 

Even the most honorable lordling could not avoid drinking in the sight of you. Had he ever seen a naked girl before, you wondered, perhaps in the Eyrie? Well, you were a woman now. Of that, he could no longer deny. 

Your careful, gentle Ned sputtered to reply, his tongue heavy in his mouth and his mind clearly distracted. “... We can’t. In the eyes of the Seven–” 

You swaggered up to him and forced his darkened eyes to snap to your own hard gaze. “Fuck the Seven. Ours are the old gods, Ned.” 

He can’t seem to commit to a proper rebuttal. Ned takes deep, slow breaths to control his reaction. And as he takes everything in, he notices you shivering. “You’ll catch your death, love. Your coat.” 

You fold your arms over your chest and push your breast up. “Come and warm me.” 

Ned doesn't know what to do, so he flings his rough hewn cloak off his back and wraps it around your shoulders. Something possesses him to cup your face in his hands and pull you into his arms. Perhaps it was so he did not have to see your quivering lips. His chin rests on top of your head and he feels your hands find purchase against his broad chest. 

Suddenly you push him away so fast he stumbles. You pray he can't see the hope dying inside you as you fling his cloak to the ground and sit atop it, almost pouting in position. You can't back down now, you've come so far and been so bold. You silently promise that if he rejects you this time, you will concede. You bite the inside of your cheek and hope the ancient gods of the forest heed you. 

Ned's jaw clenches tight. He knows he has lost when he loosens his belt and drops his sword to the ground. He watches you turn away but doesn't miss the spark of hope in your eyes. 

"Fine. If it will please you…" 

Now, it's like he can't move fast enough. Ned tugs each layer of his clothing off and becomes more and more desperate as he realizes he was right all along– it is far too cold for you to be naked out here. His cheeks flame red as he slips his trousers down and his cock bounces fully erect and weeping to the point he becomes dizzy from it all. 

So invested in keeping yourself warm were you that you jumped when you heard a splashing sound. "What in the seven hells are you doing?" 

Ned's hair sticks out at odd angles like he dipped his head in the water. He turns to you, down in the water to his shoulders and beckons you closer. 

"Come here. I'll warm you." 

You had no idea the pool was one of the many hot springs that Winterfell was built on top of. You scramble to your feet and slosh into the water as quickly as you could. You feel Ned's hands grab your hips and whine as he keeps you from submerging yourself in the water as he had. That is until his arms wrap around your thighs and lift you up against his chest. 

You steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders and tingle where his heated flesh presses against your body. Slowly, Ned lowers you into the water and his lips draw nearer and nearer to kissing distance. 

Your fingers tangle into the hair at his nape and drag him towards you, desperate for his lips. Twin sighs of longing, of contentment echo between you as at last you know the taste of each other. You kiss him harder, trying to pour all of your passion and praise into it, to make him finally see that this was always meant to be. 

You cross your ankles and allow his tongue to slither past your lips. He tastes like mint and honey. He raises a hand to softly caress your cheek and it makes you melt even further into him. 

"Yours," you gasp as you break away for air, "I am, and have always, been yours." 

"My lady, yours is the first face I see when I am missing home," Ned whispers. 

"Need you, Ned," there are tears gathering in your eyes, "please. Please…" 

His forehead bumps against yours, and after some maneuvering, at last his manhood notches at your entrance and your lord is pushing into you. Your jaw drops at the unfamiliar feeling of being filled, and Ned takes his time, stopping when you clench around him and sinking in further when you rock your hips encouragingly. You both moan when he bottoms out inside of you, the painful sting of your broken maidenhead soon fading due to the heat of the water. 

Ned holds himself still for as long as he can stand it. "Are you alright, love?" 

You nod minutely, noses smushing together as you shiver from all the new sensations going on. "Yes." 

"Can I move," he almost begs. You've never heard Ned beg before. 

"Yes." 

Arms bulging with muscle and restraint, Ned begins to rock his hips back and forth, making sure your face does not show any more pain. When, instead, his ears are met with a pleasant and joyful sound, his eyes darken and his thrusts become rhythmic, long and deep strokes stoking a fire in your gut. 

You chant his name like a prayer and shake as your pebbled nipples brush over his sparsely hairy chest. Ned's mouth slants over yours once more, eager to taste you again and swallow some of the delicious sounds that are falling from it. Your head lolls back and he laves his hot tongue over your throat, sucking on your pulse point as you begin to quiver and moan louder than before. 

All too soon, you feel intense pleasure sweep through you like a hurricane and have to bite down on his shoulder to quiet yourself. This was still just the godswood and it was not entirely absent of visitors. 

In feeling the way your warmth pulses and squeezes him, Ned finishes too, burying himself as deep as he can to keep all of his seed in your womb. Once he begins to soften and slip out, Ned finds a ledge to rest on and keeps you in his lap, not wishing to part with you yet. 

Ned hisses as he realizes there is a dull sting on his shoulder, and looks to find a ring of teeth marks near his collarbone. His eyes fall to you but you won't meet him, instead hiding a satisfied smile behind the back of your hand. 

"M sorry," you whisper. 

Ned laughs. "No you're not." 

You join him in merriment and rest your head on his shoulder, looking sad again. "Don't leave Ned. Please." 

"How can I?" His hand smoothes over your hair. "I have a wife to care for now."

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𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲

Paring: Jon Snow x f!Reader

Summary: You arrive in Winterfell lending aid to House Stark but seeing Jon brings back lost feelings you both share.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, kissing, fluff.

Word count: 1.4k

Your heart pounded in your chest as you rode through the gates of Winterfell the familiarity of the high stone walls and the sight of Stark banners bringing back the memories of your childhood. You had, in the past, spent many years in Winterfell growing up with the Stark children. Your father became a good friend of Ned Stark; while fighting alongside each other during Robert's rebellion. Leading to many years spent in the castle. 

You arrived in the courtyard of Winterfell, the cloak you’re wearing doing surprisingly little to suppress the cold winds of the North. You had been called as a bannerman of house Stark to lend aid and fight the white walkers beyond the wall. You look around, all the people of Winterfell seem to have solemn faces ‘it’s quieter than I remember’ you think to yourself while dismounting your horse stirrups rattling, the stable boy rushes over to take the reins from your gloved hands leading your horse away. Your men follow you, dismounting their horses, gathering their things and moving supplies, all of a sudden the yard is buzzing with movement.  

“Y/n!” you turn at the sound of your name to see Sansa walking towards you, “lady Stark” you bow slightly she lets out a small laugh as she embraces you, “you mustn't call me that y/n” she smiles “well you are lady of the North are you not” you ask “that I am yes, but to you it will always be just Sansa” she states “very well than Sansa” you smile “take me to Lord Snow.” 

The castle is darker than you remember, as Sansa leads you through the doors of the great hall, you catch sight of Jon, the young man you once remembered as a solemn and brooding child.  

Walking past the large tables in the middle of the hall you pull off your gloves, you look up to see Jon sitting at the high table reading a letter “Jon” Sansa says he looks up, his face breaking into a warm smile when his eyes land on you. You can’t help but smile back. You haven’t seen Jon in a long time, not since before he left to join the Night’s Watch. “My lord,” you take a slight bow, he stands and begins to walk towards you not saying a word, his gaze lingering.  

Finally he speaks “My lady”. He lets out a small laugh before wrapping his arms around you, you can feel the warmth radiating off of him even with the layers of fur between you, he lets go resting his hands on your shoulders before they move to cup your face.

 “Look at you” he mutters, eyes raking across you he pulls away “I didn’t think you’d come.” 

“I’m sworn to House Stark my lord” you reply “it is an honor to fight for your family.” 

 “My lord” Jon repeated “since when were you one to be so formal”? He teased.  

You can’t help but smirk, while walking past him with your hands clasped behind your back making your way to the table running your fingers along the edge,the teasing tone in Jon’s voice luring out your own wit. “And here I thought that being declared King of the North automatically earned you the title of ‘my lord’.” 

Jon chucked, a low rumble escaping his throat, “yes it does except, we grew up together there is no need for formality between us.” 

“I suppose you're right” you agree, your voice lightening. “However don’t let that get to your head, a little formality never hurt anyone.” 

Jon raises an eyebrow playfully. “Is that so? Then perhaps I should start using ‘my lady’ whenever I address you.” 

You laugh “you can certainly try but, I can’t promise I won’t retaliate” 

Jon shakes his head, a smile dancing on his lips. 

A fortnight had passed since you'd first arrived back in Winterfell, and tonight you were dining with the Starks and their men in the great hall, enjoying the loud conversations and laughter ringing throughout the room. It had been a long while since you’d allowed yourself a good time. You spent the night laughing and socializing with the others. Not noticing the way Jon was looking at you. 

As the talking and laughter slowly began to die, people began to retire to their chambers, you being one of them as the fatigue from the day's ride was finally wearing on you. Standing up making your way out to a long hallway lined with sconces providing a small amount of light as you pass various chambers while walking to your own.   

Opening the door you’re greeted with warmth radiating from the fireplace, you walk to a small table in the corner of the room picking up a few letters that you had yet to open, before dropping them back down rubbing your temples knowing that the night would be full of endless reading.  

Jon hadn’t put much thought into what he was about to do, maybe it was the wine or maybe it was just pure ignorance he thought to himself, as he was making his way through the dimly lit corridors. When he arrived at the door, his heart was pounding in his chest taking a deep breath before he raised his fist to leave a soft knock. 

While on your 3rd letter of the night you hear a light knock at your door, getting up from your seat at the table curious as to who it could be. Unlatching the door expecting it to be Sansa you were startled to see Jon standing on the other side.

“Jon” you said surprised “it’s late” 

For a moment he didn’t say anything, his gaze lingering on your face. 

 “Evening” he said “I hope I haven’t disturbed you”   

“No, it’s alright” your eyes scanning his face for any indicator of what he was there for. Tilting your head slightly to one side. “Has something happened?” you asked 

“No, no, may I come in?” 

“Yes of course. Please come in.” 

Moving aside Jon steps through, making his way to stand in front of the fireplace. He looks nervous, still thinking something had happened you ask once again. 

“Jon” you pause, he looks up, his eyes finally meeting yours. The look on his face starting to worry you. 

The silence hung like smoke in the air as you awaited his response. 

 He mumbles, moving one of his hands to run through his hair, turning back to face the fire watching the flames dance. You cautiously walk up behind him reaching to put a hand on his shoulder, he turns to face you leaning into your touch.

 Long forgotten feelings wash over you.   

“Jon, please tell me” you insist, your hand now resting at his jaw he leans further into your touch before covering your hand with his. You stayed like this for a short time relishing in the moment, the unspoken understanding filling the space between you. Removing his hand from yours to cup your jaw as he draws himself closer, his eyes searching yours for permission.

You quickly nod, before he closes the gap between you, lips brushing together. Your lips part slightly, letting his tongue slip inside. His hand glides to the nape of your neck, then moving to your waist, pressing your bodies together. You moan into the kiss, hands running through his hair while he trails gentle kisses leading from your jaw to your collarbone, small breaths escaping your lips. 

Pulling away, his gaze meeting your own.  

“You have no idea what you do to me” he whispers. 

The look in his eyes was evidence enough revealing what he felt without uttering a word. Yet he continues to speak. Hands coming back to hold your face.

“I-” he pauses for a brief moment gathering his thoughts. “You are my every thought” He breathes. “The only person able to ground me, make me feel whole. Not a day goes by where I don’t think of you. How I wasted all those years believing I had no chance, only to be standing here right now. With you.” 

Tears begin to swell in your eyes threatening to fall. 

“You consume every part of me, body and soul.” He gently wipes away the tears that begin to fall. “You are everything to me.” 

You smile at him, leaning into his touch. 

“I love you.” 

The words feel heavy. 

He starts to speak afraid of your rejection, you cut him off colliding your lips together for a brief kiss before pulling away resting your forehead against his, shallow breathing filling the room. 

“And I you.” 

The words so lightly spoken, Jon wasn’t sure he heard them. 

Leaning in to kiss you softly once more, running a hand through your hair, his eyes full of nothing but affection. “My lady.” 

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Where's My Love

Cersei Lannister x Stark Fem!Reader 🐺

Prompt: I was wondering if you could write a Cersei x Stark!fem!reader where she's Ned's youngest sister and Cersei's ex-secret lover. Reader is a rebel like Arya and never married but she's very protective of her nieces/nephews. She and Cersei had a bad breakup and are finally reuniting during the events of the first GOT episode when the king's court goes to Winterfell. You could write reader backing up Arya again Joffrey and Cersei seething 😂😂😂 you can include g!p and smut if you want.

Wordcount: 5.8k

Pairing: Cersei x Stark Reader

Warnings: g!p reader, smut, power play, depictions of physical abuse, cheating , very toxic , references to alcoholism, breeding kink if you squint, emotional manipulation, did i already say this was toxic ?

Note: thank you so much 🐑 for the prompt! i actually had a lot of fun writing this one. also important to note this is my first time actually publishing something y'all have requested me to write so hopefully i got this right.. i know i tweaked and added a couple things but i hope you don't mind! and if you hate this i'm sorry lmao i tried <33

(smut after asterisks)

Bouts of laughter erupt from your nephews as Bran once again misses his mark, the arrow flies way over the target.

You glare at the older boys, in response Robb places a hand over his mouth, Jon instead chooses to avoid your gaze entirely focusing his stare at the ground beneath.

All dirt and sleet on the base of your boot, the ground squelched with every step you took.

“Try again, Bran. Take a deep breath, aim properly.” You order placing a lingering hand on his shoulder. 

The young boy nods obediently as you step back once more, he raises his bow arm. 

He aims, soon releasing the string, and once again, he misses. The arrow pierces the edge of a barrel on the far left, leagues away from his actual target.

Once again the boys burst into fits of laughter, this time is it not you who reprimands them.

“And which one of you was a marksman at ten?” You follow the sound of your brother's voice, he is standing on the balcony above, Catelyn by his side.

“Keep trying, Bran.” Jon decides to cease his teasing, he encourages his half-brother.

A sudden gust of wind tickles your face, the cold breeze permeates the air, bleeding through the thin fabric of your doublet. You immediately regret not putting on more layers this morning. You have lost track of the days, but there is no doubt that winter is coming.

“Robb, make certain your brother continues practicing. I am going back inside, but remember– your father is watching.” You warn your eldest nephew, as stern as you can manage. 

Shaggy streaks of red hair fall over his eyes as he nods. 

You wrap your arms around yourself as you start up the stairs, but your plan to slip back into your chambers unnoticed fails.

“Y/n.” Cat appears next to you.

“Are you alright?” The Lady of Winterfell asks, and you force a sweet smile, one to disarm and hopefully quell her worries. 

Catelyn didn't exactly warm to you at first, and neither did you with her, but over time you both grew to truly care for one another. She was like an older sister to you, the void left by your late sister Lyanna did not seem so large with her around.

“I'm fine, I just needed to fetch something from my bedchambers, that's all.” You lie. However, the older woman somehow always manages to see right through you.

She gazes upon you skeptically only to eventually release your arm. She takes a step back, allowing you to take your leave without further interrogation.

-

In truth, you were far from alright. 

Despite yourself, you have been on edge since finding out that the King is on his way to Winterfell with his Lady wife and all of their children.

This visit is a sudden one. Upon the death of Jon Arryn you had expected things to be different, knowing how much the former Hand meant to your brother– but you never anticipated a visit from the King himself.

You hadn't seen Robert in nine years, and his wife for longer than that. 

It is not by accident.

If it was up to you, things would be different. You would still be in King's Landing today, perhaps serving as Knight– or as Cersei had once intended, a personal guard for the Queen.

You were once certain that you would spend the rest of your days by Cersei's side, no matter the circumstances, but you merely held the high hopefulness of a young girl. 

Since then have been forced to accept that life is nothing like the tales and songs you were fed as a child. The Gods are not always merciful, things rarely ever go to plan and love most certainly does not conquer all.

Life got in the way of your love, and pride did the rest. 

You have not spoken to Cersei Lannister in a decade, yet your entire being continued to ache with every day that you have spent apart. Time does not heal the type of hurt that only yields to resentment.

When the King and Queen arrive for their visit on the morrow, you intend to avoid her Grace at all costs, for her sake and your own. Above all, you will have no choice but to grit your teeth and endure what you must.

You haven't seen Cersei in years, but you were bound to slaughter each other given the chance.

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“Come in!” You beckon whoever was on the other side of the door as you fastened the clasps on your doublet.

Ned ceases his knocking, pushing the door open, he looks upon you in a way he knew you hated, but your brother can hardly help it.

He worries about you. When you returned home all those years ago, you were inconsolable. 

You are a Stark, not made for the South. Your brother tried in jest, but he knew it wasn't the weather, or even court politics that despaired you. 

It was Cersei, it had always been Cersei.

"The King was seen riding up; he should be arriving any moment.” Ned states.

“Right, I'm almost done here.” You quip, but the man takes it upon himself to assist you with your sheepskin cloak, draping it over your shoulders.

He keeps his hands on you, his brows furrowed with evident worry, and for some reason you can't help but find it all a bit silly, you chuckle lightly. “I will be fine, Ned.” 

Your brother appears less than convinced,  you shove him playfully. “You worry about me too much, brother, it’s beginning to age you.”

Ned scoffs. “Aye, try being in my position for a day and you'll understand why I worry so much… but it is time that's aging me, little sister.” Ned quips in response and this makes you pause.

You notice the streaks of white, scattered across his dark locks. As the morning sun peeks through the window, catching his face, you observe more of those streaks in his beard.

Where has time gone?

Ned steps closer, it seems that he has mistaken your silence for something else. Your brother plants a quick kiss on the crown of your head as a result.

In times like this you can't help but feel like a girl of thirteen again, looking to her older brother for protection.

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You watched as the Kingsguard rode through the walls of Winterfell, Lannister banners in hand. It unsettles you more than you thought it would. You gnaw at the inside of your cheek, turning to Sansa, her younger sister still nowhere in sight.

“Sansa, where is your sister?” You question and the girl only shrugs dismissively, but you aren't left wondering for long as Arya can be seen pushing through the crowd, quickly settling next to you.

The young girl was wearing an iron helm you had never seen before, her once pristine dress now ornamented with specks of dirt and grime. You shake your head disapprovingly, an effort to suppress your amusement.

Sansa scoffs at the sight of her younger sister, while you snatch the helm off Arya's head, she looks up at you with a scowl.

“Where did you even get this?” You ask, your tone manages to match the look on her face.

Arya gives you no response, and you aren't allowed the opportunity to press her further as you feel a nudge against your arm. Ned forces you to look ahead as the King can be seen dismounting his horse.

Ned kneels, and you and everyone else follows suit.

After a beat, the King's command all of you to rise, and soon you spot the carriage halting a few feet behind him.

You involuntarily held your breath as the door opens. The Queen emerges, she keeps her gaze ahead as she climbs down the steps.

Cersei looks the picture of poise and grace. She seems older, and somehow even more beautiful than you remembered. It knocked the wind right out of you, you had to look away. 

Your eyes are no longer on the Queen, but your chest aches all the same.

“Cat!” Your attention is pulled to the display before you as the King addresses your sister in law, pulling her in for an embrace that she doesn't appear to be prepared for.

“Nine years. why haven't I seen you, where the hell have you been?” Robert addresses your brother once more.

“Guarding the North, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours.” Ned replies, practiced and noble as he always was.

Robert then turns to you, a scowl upon his face, one that stuns you slightly. Your mind turns to Cersei, you consider what she might have shared with her Lord husband in your absence. 

She must have told him the real reason you left King's Landing, no doubt the King will want you punished for repeatedly bedding his wife all those years ago. but then the King's frown turns, and your mind ceases its torment. 

Robert lunges only to pull you in for an embrace, a gesture that startles you, your body remains tense until he releases you from his hold.

“I expected better from you, Y/n.” The King narrows his gaze in a puckish manner. 

“Unlike your damned brother here I thought you enjoyed the Keep. I was sure you wanted to serve in my Kingsguard.” He adds, and you force a grin, gallant yet strained.

“I admit that was a different time, Your Grace. These days, my passions lie elsewhere.” You reply, and you can hardly prevent the way your gaze flits towards the Queen for a moment.

Cersei has been stood beside her husband, staring at you relentlessly for the entire duration of this interaction. If the Queen has remained the same person she was all those years ago, then you know for certain this was her attempt to intimidate– but you were not so keen on letting her have the upper hand. 

You drill your expression, unfazed.

The King snorts derisively at your answer, but says nothing more.

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You had spent most of the afternoon, drowning in your cups. The knowledge that Cersei was only a few doors away was aggravating, everything you thought to have successfully repressed has now resurfaced.

Every inch of you calls out to Cersei, your very soul yearns for her. You craved the unbearable pain, and blinding pleasure that came with being around her.

You have laid awake many nights picturing the ways you would confront her. The things you would say to her. 

You fantasized about the possibility of finally being rid of all of your pain. To hurt her the same way she hurt you. Your heart, dense and cold, obstructed by all things Cersei. Within you, you carried everything you despised about the other woman– and all the things you adored.

The Queen was a mistake you couldn't erase, and simultaneously the best thing that has ever happened to you. You hate her, but you cannot stand to be apart from her.

-

The sound of commotion snatches you out of your thoughts. The voices that permeate sound vaguely familiar to you, but you are only able to place them once you take a glance out your window.

You spot Arya and Bran in the courtyard. Prince Joffrey standing over them, your face falls as you spot his steel unsheathed from his scabbard and in his hand.

Without another moment's thought you rushed downstairs towards the training yard, prepared to pacify the affair, however dire it may be, but it seems Arya has taken the situation into her own hands.

Bran is gone, but the Prince is now on the ground. It seems that Arya has managed to disarm the older boy, his steel thrown to the side in the dirt. 

Now she is threatening Joffrey with a wooden practice sword, her direwolf beside her, growling with intent at the Prince.

“Arya enough!” You intercept the blow, forcefully dragging your niece away from the boy.

“What the seven hells do you think you're doing?” You bark, and Arya drops the sword, her chest still heaving.

A young girl seething with unbridled fury was such an uncommon sight that it makes you grimace.

“He was trying to hurt Bran! I had to protect him.” Arya gestures to the Prince, the boy still whimpering in pain.

“Damn you and that stupid dog! I am telling my mother! I will report you to the king!” Joffrey hurls his threats, and Arya makes the juvenile decision to respond.

“Nymeria's a direwolf, not a dog!” She shouts and you sigh, placing a hand over your niece's mouth to silence her, an action Arya fights but your grip on her doesn't relent.

“My Prince, I am sure my niece meant no harm–” You try but the boy interjects.

“No harm?” The Prince hisses. “She nearly sliced my arm off!” Once again he whimpers like a pup that had just been trampled.

You take a step forward to examine the cut on Joffrey's arm, and it was only that– a minor cut, one that will heal without leaving as much as a scar.

Large footsteps approach, the Prince's sworn guard comes rushing to the scene, Sandor Clegane scowls at you before assisting the boy to his feet effortlessly with one hand.

“Some protector you are, dog. I almost died!” Joffrey then redirects his frustrations towards his guard.

He continues muttering insults as he retrieves his sword from the dirt, strutting out of the training yard.

Nymeria doesn't cease her growling until the boy was entirely out of sight, it was also only then you remove your hand from Arya's mouth.

“Have you completely lost your wits?” You gape, looking down at your niece disapprovingly, before kneeling to be at eye level with her.

“He was–” Arya starts, but you interrupt.“–I don't care what he did, Arya. You never attack a Prince.” You state firmly.

“You do something like this again and I will make sure you never get the chance to wield a weapon again, do you understand?” You assert, and your tone is harsh enough to make Arya wince.

She doesn't reply with words, she continues looking down at her feet as she nods.

“Let's go and get you cleaned up.” You state, you try to pull her by the arm but Arya doesn't budge.

“I was trying to be brave, like you.” She mutters under her breath, and you turn to look at the young girl once more.

“What?” You ask.

“Don't be upset with me, please, please. I'm sorry.” Then Arya states frantically, her voice small and frail– it shatters you.

“Oh, Arya– my sweet girl.” You say, kneeling once again. “I'm not upset, I was worried.” You pull her in for an embrace, your niece clutches you tightly in return.

After a prolonged moment, you cease the hug, wiping away some of the dirt from her face with the pads of your thumbs. 

Then you took a quick scan of your surroundings, to ensure that you were alone before speaking again.

“Our Prince is a bit of a cunt.” You finally quip, earning a chuckle from Arya.

“He is.” Your niece beams at you, in turn this makes you fill with relief.

“I am proud of you for disarming him. but next time, leave it at that. Do you understand the consequences that come with attacking a King's heir?” You ask, and you watch as a realization graces the young girl, she averts her gaze, this time with guilt.

“Never again, do you hear me?”

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You were exhausted from the events of the day, and yet it was not close to over. 

You decide to retire to your chambers, aiming for at least a few hours rest before the King's welcome feast later this evening.

Resting your hand on the pommel of your sword, you take large steps through the gallery. You crave the horn of ale waiting for you on your nightstand, the comfort of your warm bed.

You turn the corner, a figure appears before you and you swerve out of the way quickly enough to avoid whoever it was that decided to walk toward you in this exact moment from the opposite direction.

As you gather yourself to take a proper look at the woman who you nearly bumped into, your blood runs cold. 

“Your Grace, forgive me.” You state curtly, inclining your head at Cersei. 

Your hand remains resting on the hilt of your sword as you attempt to slip past her, but before you can successfully walk away, she has a hold of your arm, dragging you backwards to where you stood.

You yank your arm out of her hold, a scowl covers your features, but Cersei ignores your visible discontent as she speaks.

“That niece of yours tried to murder my son.” The Queen accuses.

“What?” You can't help the half-laugh that slips out of you. Cersei takes offense to this, her expression hardens.

“Joff will bear those scars for the rest of his life.” She is not backing down, and you can't pretend that you possessed the will to deal with her theatrics.

You only roll your eyes, finally slipping past her and into your chambers.

You step inside your room, but before you can close the door Cersei intercepts, forcefully pushing it open to let herself in.

She slams it closed behind herself.

“You dare walk away from your Queen?” She bellows.

This time you groan, collapsing onto your bed.

You ignore her statement, rubbing your hands over your face in frustration. “Oh, Cersei, it is a cut, it'll heal!”

A prolonged silence from the Queen, she only speaks again once you sit up in your bed.

“You've not changed a bit.” She remarks, treacherous emerald gaze meeting your pale greys.

“Neither have you.” You retaliate boldly.

More silence until Cersei is first to look away, clasping her hands infront of herself she assumes an impassive stance.

“I will have that girl punished.” The Queen threatens, her tone sounds spiteful. but you don't hide your incredulity.

“For what?” You ask, and Cersei's jaw clenches even tighter, you wonder if she might lunge at you.

“She attacked my son. the King's heir.” Cersei retorts, and you scoff.

“Is that what Robert’s teaching his sons? How to lose to a little girl?” You taunt, not backing down.

You knew Arya should receive consequences for her actions by right, but giving Cersei that satisfaction is the absolute last thing you plan to do.

“Or is it not the King's doing at all?” You ask again as Cersei fails to respond. You rise from the bed, stepping closer to the Queen.

“Is it Jaime's fault?” You tilt your head inquisitively, mockingly. 

You are close enough to smell the lavender oil on Cersei's skin. Her eyes flit to your lips for a fleeting moment, and yours do the same to hers. 

Then a madness overcomes you, prompting your next choice of words.

“I expect it is him you've been opening your legs for these days–” You utter, but you are swiftly silenced when Cersei's palm makes contact with your cheek.

She slaps you across the face, your head turns slightly from the force of it. Your face is now throbbing, raw and red with traces of Cersei's wrath. 

She goes to strike you again, and this time it is intercepted by your firm grip on her wrist. 

A fury reignites within you as Cersei tries to fight out of your hold, entirely allowing your emotions to guide your actions, your hand finds her throat. Before your rational mind can mitigate it, you have your fingers firmly wrapped around her neck. The back of her head slams against the wooden door as you forcibly pinned her upon it.

The Queen is clawing at your hand, struggling to take a breath as you restricted her airway. A real fear flashes across Cersei's face, and a part of you wants to watch her fall limp within your grasp, to quiet her once and for all, to destroy the cause of your agony. but you don't– instead you take a step back, releasing her. 

Cersei gasps as air sharply re enters her lungs, roughly wiping away the tears that have made it down her cheeks.

The Queen attempts to regain her resolve the best she can, and the look she gives you is not one of shock, instead it is pure disdain, and you look at her the same. Cersei doesn't speak, she merely shoves you harshly with both hands against your chest, as you stumbled back, she turns to open the door.

You collapse on your bed once more as Cersei dissapears into the hallway, the door shutting behind her. 

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath. It seemed the Queen will never fail to elicit the worst from you– to make you act like an utter lunatic.

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The welcome feast has been dragging on now for what felt like an eternity. 

The King was no longer seated as his high table, instead he was in the center of the hall, shamelessly flirting with some of the servants.

You roll your eyes, reaching for the flagon of ale infront of you, as you attempted to lift it, it doesn't budge. You fleetingly wonder if the liquor had caused you to lose all strength in your arm, only to realize your brother was holding the jug firmly on the table so it wouldn't move.

You squint at Ned, and he glares at you in return.

“Enough. You'll drink yourself into an early grave if you keep this up.” Your brother warns and it makes you snigger.

“That is the plan, brother.” You slur slightly, but Ned makes the deliberate effort to ignore you.

You slump backwards in your chair, when you've realized you lost this argument, as you often did when it came to the lord of Winterfell.

You eyes fall upon King Robert once more, he is still in the middle of the room, surrounded by maidens and even more whores. 

This time he is no longer flirting with them, he is in a full lip lock with one of the women. He does this in the presence of the Queen, dishonouring her for all to see.

You grimace at the sight, an unwanted rage overcomes you. You can hardly believe this lecherous drunk was King of the Seven Kingdoms. Married to the most beautiful woman in all of the seven kingdoms, the only woman you have ever wanted.

You can't bear to look at Cersei's reaction to this, in fact you can hardly remain at this feast for a moment longer. You abruptly rise from your seat, Ned looks up at you, puzzled.

“May I please be excused?” You asked formally for the rest of the table to hear and your brother hesitates before nodding curtly in response.

As you walked back to your chambers you can't help but invision what your life would have been like if your brother had taken the Iron throne instead of Robert Baratheon. If you had remained in King's Landing– if you had wedded Cersei instead.

Perhaps in a different life. 

You and Cersei would be married, and you'd rule together. In another reality Cersei would be your Queen and not Robert's. She would bear your children, your heirs. You would grow old together and live out your days by each other's side. In a different life, you would have remained faithful to Cersei, you would have given her everything she desired and in return, Cersei would offer you her heart. 

You would have been happy.

In another life. 

By the time you reached your room, the tears had stopped flowing, but the collar of your shirt remained drenched.

As you shut your door, you unclapsed your doublet, lifting it above your head, tossing it aimlessly across the room. 

Now only in your tunic and breeches, you feel the urge to weep some more, but you refuse to allow your tears to fall this time. 

You take a seat on the settee, head in your hands. The effects of the ale already wearing off, a headache rapidly setting in, you realized that you needed another drink.

You get up to fetch the flagon from the small table but as your door flings wide open, nearly hitting you in the process, you freeze where you stand.

A familiar golden haired beauty emerges through the doorway, and you allow yourself a deep breath. Clutching your chest slightly to calm yourself.

“Your Grace, the hour is late.” You state dismissively, starting across the room to fetch your goblet.

“If you have come to order my execution for my behaviour this afternoon, best get it over with.” You quip, the liquor in your system doing all of the talking for you.

You hear the door shut, without looking back you assume Cersei had taken her leave but you are perplexed when you turn to see her still standing by the door, watching you set down your goblet.

You walk across the room once more to take a seat on the settee, you remove your boots, setting them aside.

Cersei has remained silent for long enough that you nearly forgotten her presence entirely. Her next ask startles you.

“Look at me.” Her commanding tone leaves no room to argue, you glance at her. 

Her eyes were swollen, her cheeks flushed. It is clear to you that she has been crying as well.

You rise from your seat abruptly, approaching her. “Are you alright?” You ask, and again the Queen says nothing.

She merely stares at you, hopefulness at your concern and despair at the fact that you needed to ask.

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She lunges forward, before you can fully comprehend it, her lips crash against your own, she kisses you deeply, pure anguish and want. It snatches the air right out of your lungs, but you have no desire to pull away.

Your tongue makes contact with her own and Cersei moans, pulling you impossibly closer by the nape of your neck.

Your body pressed up against hers as she leans against the wall. You were now both panting into the kiss, all aggression and desire. 

You had not been with Cersei like this in a decade, and yet there was a complete lack of uncertainty. It felt right, you were certain that you are meant to be with her like this, until the end of your days. 

However, there still exists voice deep within you, whether it is pride or reason, you cannot say for certain. but it urges you to pull away, so you do.

The Queen chases your lips eagerly, but you pull back even further. “Cersei, stop. What is this, what are you doing?” You ask, every moment you spent without your lips on hers felt like pure agony.

“I just need you– please–” Cersei replies with a desperation you have never heard before, and this was enough to break you. 

Any semblance of dignity vanishes into the very depths of yourself, all that's left is your deep and tortuous want for Cersei.

You kiss her again, rough and urgent, you are panting and groaning into each other's mouths. Cersei's hands immediately move to the hem of your breeches, she unlaces them in record time, slipping her hand inside.

You nearly lose it all when she wraps her fingers around the base of your cock, stroking it with such dexterity you fear your knees may give out.

“Gods–” You grunt, bucking your hips embarrassingly into her touch. 

You find the strength to remove her hand from your breeches. Soon enough you slip them off, your slacks pooling around your ankles before you kicked them to the side.

You swiftly remove your own tunic as Cersei's trembling hands struggle to undo the laces of her dress. 

Your patience wearing thin, you flip her around, indecently ripping the fabric open with one swift tug. 

“Y/n–” Cersei scolds in response to your eagerness, glancing back at you with dissaproval, but her dress easily slips off her shoulders after that, her smallclothes follow suit.

The Queen is still facing away from you as you part her hair away from her neck, trailing open mouthed kisses against her hot flesh, as you reached a certain familiar spot, your teeth grazed the skin, before biting down on it briefly. 

This earns a louder noise from Cersei, she is still trembling as she turns back around to face you, grabbing you firmly to pull you in for another sloppy kiss.

Lips still interlocked, the Queen walks you backwards onto the bed, Cersei doesn't waste another moment, straddling you as soon as you settled your rear on the edge of the bedding.

Your cock now stiff as a rod, poking at Cersei's entrance. The other woman begins moving her hips as you kissed, rubbing her cunt on the length of your shaft, coating it with her slick.

Your breath quickens, the sensation was maddening, you needed to be inside her now.

“Gods, I missed you.” You let it slip as your lips parted for a moment, but Cersei doesn't respond. 

The Queen's grip on the nape of your neck moves to your hair as she grasps a handful of it, tugging your head back slightly. Her other hand travels south, she grips the base of your cock once more, this time lining it up to her entrance. 

She begins lowering herself onto your length, Cersei moves quickly, with every inch that enters her, she lets out a gasp at the sensation. Soon you are sheathed inside of her to the hilt, and Cersei throws her head back, she releases an unrestrained moan, her hands now firmly on your shoulders.

She attemps to push you back against the bed, but you refuse to budge. Cersei relents, kissing you again as she moves her hips up and down the length of your cock. With every moan from Cersei you retaliate with a groan.

The feeling of her walls fluttering against your girth made you dizzy. The Queen felt so unbelievably good wrapped around your cock, you had forgotten just how intoxicating it was.

Now that you were experiencing it again, you never wanted it to end.

 Vulgar noises of your coupling filled the room as Cersei moved herself desperately against your lap, your cock hitting just the right spots within her. 

The Queen can feel her release already approaching, entirely overwhelmed by this she falls limp against you, but you manage to support her weight with minimal effort. Her hips still moving at a steady pace until it finally hits her, her orgasm washes over her like a wave. 

Cersei cries out in pleasure, partially muffled against your neck, she holds onto you for dear life as her peak overcomes all her other senses, relentless and unforgiving. You feel her cunt clenching painfully around your cock, her short shallow breaths against your neck, she is trembling helplessly, and you never want to let her go.

“Seven hells.” The Queen breathes out, finally lifting her head to look at you.

Cersei's eyes were nearly glazed over, her chest heaving violently, but you were far from done with her.

You capture her lips with your own again, earning a content moan. You remained sheathed inside of her as you flipped your positions, now Cersei laid on the bed, with you on top of her. The other woman's gasp in surprise is muffled by your own mouth against hers.

Once again she moans into your mouth as you began your thrusts, deep and slow, you aim to feel every inch of her. Cersei wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you in even deeper.

The Queen gasps as your mouth found the swell of her breasts, your tongue leaving a trail of saliva as you expertly moved from one nipple to the other. 

Your thrusts grow harsh and inconsistent as you felt your own climax building. Cersei's back arches, a deafening moan rips out of her. 

You roughly placed your hand against her stomach, pinning her down against the bed as you continued to rut into her. Cersei was mewling and panting like a whore now as you used her for your own pleasure, heightening her own in the process. 

The Queen finds just enough strength to pull you closer, her lips now against your ear.

“Tell me you love me.” Cersei pleads, and this takes you entirely by surprise, you slow your movements but you don't stop.

“What?” You ask, shaky, breathless.

“Just say it.” The Queen repeats amidst another moan, she clenches around your cock and the sound that emits from you then is guttural, primal.

You oblige without asking further questions.

“I love you, Cersei” You speak, from the heart, damning the consequences.

With that, Cersei reaches her peak again, her nails digging into the flesh of your back as she comes. The feeling of her perfect cunt milking your cock, accompanied by her writhing body underneath you was enough to push you over the edge.

As you attempt to pull out, Cersei kept her legs firmly wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. You are not given the opportunity to question it as it was already too late, you moaned as you released your load deep inside her, painting her womb with your seed.

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Nearly a candlemark has passed since your coupling and neither you or Cersei have said more than a few words. 

Simply embracing each other under the sheets, she rests her head against your shoulder, tracing circles absentmindedly with her finger against your abdomen. 

This position was achingly familiar, almost as if no time had passed.

Cersei soon moves her hand further up, she traces her fingers across your bottom lip before running her thumb down the bridge of your nose. The sensation earns a chuckle out of you, you finally had to reach up to remove her hand, guiding it away from your face.

Cersei's stare betrays an intensity that makes your heart constrict painfully in your chest.

Still unspeaking, it was your turn to explore her body, but you don't get very far, your fingertips trace the faint bruising on her neck, the marks left by your own cruelty.

The Queen then shuts her eyes, she doesn't allow herself to look upon your guilt any longer. Wrapping her arm across your torso, nuzzling her face against your shoulder.

“I'm not letting you go– never again.” Cersei mutters, and the smile that tugs on your lips is one of relief and acceptance.

You don't supress the urge to plant a lingering kiss on her temple, one the Queen allows herself to melt into.

#cersei lannister smut #cersei x reader #g!p reader #cersei lannister #ned stark #stark reader #fem stark reader #ned stark x reader #catelyn stark #g!p

[danytherelentless]

A Heartfelt Goodbye

Eddard Stark x fem!reader

summary: after his wife's recent passing, Lord Stark is looking for a governess to raise his children

warnings! smut, cunniligus, p in v, pre-marital sex (big deal in Westeros), asoiaf typical sexism (if you squint)

word count: 3k

note: please forgive me if there are any mistakes or it appears a little disjointed, the editing was shaky at best

It was more than a year after the loss of his wife that he decided to take on a governess for his children.

He had refused marriage so soon after, and did not think he would ever take a wife again, and had not wanted to have a governess raise his children for it felt an insult to Cat, yet Maester Luwin had been advising him that his children would need such guidance in their lives, especially with them all being so young, and Eddard had finally relented.

He mulled over the options of Northern ladies for some time before deciding upon you. He'd never met you before, but he had known your father, brothers and some of your cousins. Your father had been one of his greatest and truest advisors during Robert's Rebellion, your elder brother one of his friends as well, and he remembers hearing much of you then, though you'd been younger at the time. Patient, caring and wise as a child. Surely you remained so as an adult? You were also unmarried which meant you had no other obligations nor children of your own to tend to. So he sent the letter to your Lord father asking if you would be suited and able to fill such a position in his household.

He received response soon enough and it was settled upon that you would be arriving to Winterfell within the next few weeks.

Your smile was the first thing he noticed upon meeting you, a kind and gentle thing which warmed him to you almost immediately.

"My Lord," you greeted with a curtsy after you had dismounted to stand next to your father and brother who had led you here.

"My Lady. I am thankful you have taken upon this position."

"It is a great honour, my lord. One I hope I shall be able to fulfil."

Robb was the most reluctant of his children to you, though that was expected and understandable as the eldest. His youngest three, however, were instantly enamoured with you, even baby Bran. But it was Jon which made him realise you were perfect for the role whom you treated well as any of his other children.

It took some time of course for the new dynamic to settle, for you to become comfortable with his children and vise-versa, but eventually, even Robb warmed to you. Even Ned himself found that he enjoyed your company. You had to ability to always make him feel at ease or give him the perfect advice for whatever situation he was put in.

He began to fall for you, which felt inevitable given how lovely you were. But he could not help the vicious guilt which he felt. It felt wrong, no matter how much time passed since Cat's passing, it still felt like a great insult to her memory, and to your own honour, though he never acted on his own feelings.

At least not until Robert called upon him when Balon Greyjoy rebelled against the crown.

He sat in the Godswood, the night before he would leave in contemplation. Many of his bannerman had gathered already at Winterfell with more on their way straight to White Harbour. He did not want to die so soon, though that was something he expected just as he had during Robert's Rebellion when he rode away from Riverrun, yet this time it felt so much closer to him. He couldn't bare the thought of Robb being made Lord so young, of his grief. Of the struggle and strife which he would face and the deceit he would no doubt face in spite of his youth. The idea of his little lady Sansa, or his wild little she-wolf Arya not remembering his face as they grew. Of baby Bram not having so much as a memory of him to place to his name.

He thought of you, of never seeing you again, of never confessing the feelings held within his heart. Though his guilt remained to an extent not as it once had, the idea of never getting to tell you made his heart ache something fierce. It overwhelmed any guilt he was feeling.

"My lord," your voice snapped him from his glum pondering.

"My lady. The hour is quite late, the air cold," he could barely see you in the darkness, the only light emitting from the lantern in your hand and the one sitting near his feet.

"I was worried for you," you confessed.

It was a normal thing to worry about. He was beneath no assumption that you felt the same as he, but he knew that you viewed him as a friend for you often spent hours drinking, exchanging stories and laughing well into late evenings together. So much so that he’d had to quietly had to expel rumours amongst the staff to the best of his ability, hoping you had not heard of them. He knew that it was a sign of the impropriety of your relationship, but he just couldn’t bring himself to stop.

"I'll be back soon enough," he found himself reassuring you.

He watches as you walk closer to him, "may I sit?"

"Of course," he spoke embarrassingly quickly.

You took your seat on the tangled roots at his side, shivering slightly as you burrowed closer into your cloak.

"You really shouldn't be out here, my lady. You may catch a chill," he voiced his concern.

"And neither should you. What sort of a friend would I be if I allowed you to wallow out here all alone?" there was teasing in your voice. He found a smile growing across his face.

He looked to you then. You looked truly beautiful in the low light of the flickering lanterns, shadows cast across your face. You seemed quite sad, though he could see a longing in your eyes has he stared at you.

He felt something get trapped in his throat, unable to say anything as he looked upon you. There was a vulnerability which always clung to you, in the way you smiled so freely, the way you spoke so kindly and could be so forgiving. He saw that in you now. Something raw. He craved it, craved you, craved you near him, in his arms. He felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach.

He craved you, completely and utterly. Entirely vulnerable, bare flesh beneath him, moaning for him. His name, not his title, he loved it when you said his name. Not Eddard, just Ned. He wanted to hear it. Now.

He kissed you instead, a hand on your cheek pulling you close to him. Regret flooded him immediately.

"I'm so sorry," he apologised, pulling away, yanking his hand from your flesh, suddenly feeling quite sick. Barely a moment of your lips on his, so sweet and true. The taste turned to ash on his tongue, however.

"That was dishonourable of me, my lady. Forgive me please. I lost myself."

"No," you grabbed at his forearm and moved closer, you leg leaning into his own, "I... I don't mind."

He looks to you then, a goddess at his side. Meant to be worshipped. It was fitting you were both sat beneath a Weirwood tree.

He feels your delicate hand upon his bearded jaw and he allows you to pull him to you, eyes closing as your lips are joined with his.

He can tell you're inexperienced, but he relishes in it. It has been so long since he'd had any company, and he wanted this. With the thought of possible death so close, he could hardly deny himself you, especially if you wanted him too.

He part from you, breathless, "I want you."

He hadn't quite meant to just blurt it out so bluntly, but can't bring himself to want to take it back. It is his truth, after all. And in this moment, it would be wrong for him to not tell you.

You seem shocked for a moment.

"I want you too," you admitted.

His heart stops for a split second before he crashes his mouth back on yours, your tongues tangling together in some dance.

He kisses you for what feels like hours before he remembers you are out in the cold, and then he guides you back to the keep and to your chambers. The walk is silent and you bump into no one, though guards trail you both outside the keep and through some of the hallways.

He is about to part ways with you and leave for his own when you grab his wrist.

"Wait. Why don't you join me?"

Your cheeks are beautifully flushed, and he can hardly refuse such a welcome invitation, though his honour is screaming at him to stop. His desires simply win over, he is a weak man for you.

He undresses you slowly, pulling away your cloak, helping you unlace your dress as you exchange kisses. You help him with his own layers, and soon you are both bare as the day you were born. He looks upon your beauty, across your smooth skin, your breasts, the mound of hair between your legs. He feels his mouth water. He would turn you around and simply sit gazing upon your naked flesh for hours, studying you like a tome of history.

He lays you down upon furs and kisses down your neck, sucking a bruise some too dark into the flesh which he may regret some the next day should he notice, yet he cannot help himself as he listens to your sweet sighs and feels were hands caressing his arms then his chest.

His lips continue down your body, sucking and licking at your breasts and listening to the melodic sounds you bless him with, hands pawing at your thighs as he further parts them. He kisses down you stomach, beneath your bellybutton and then your naval, before finding his place between your legs, eyes upon your cunt, so close to him and oh so delectable.

"What are you..." your sentence is broken by a surprised and quiet moan as his tongue parts your folds and tastes your sweetness. He licks and sucks at you observing each reaction from his place which he could. Every twitch which you body made and every sound which left your lips. Ned took one of your thighs in his hold and brought it up over his shoulder. His nose is buried in the mount of hair above your cunt as he sucks on that bundle he knows will have you see stars.

You moan and gasp, legs tensing around his head and fingers tugging at his dark hair. He cannot help but groan into you, grinding down into your sheets to attempt to relieve the ache in his cock. He resists the urge to fist his cock in hand by instead pushing a finger inside of you, curling it upwards to feel that spongy spot. You are tight and warm and so so wet. He savors every moment of it.

He curls a second finger inside of you, listening to you high keening whimpers and stretches you wider, and then a third.

"Ned!" your fingers tighten and tug harshly at his hair, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels your body tensing as you climax on his fingers. He licks some of it up before he finds himself too impatient to see your face again. He hopes he will be able to do this again so that he may taste you for longer.

You are worn, face etched with sweet ecstasy. He kisses you with your own taste on his tongue, an action which should disgust you, yet you answer with fervour, a laziness to your motions. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into you, deepening the kiss even further till your tongue is again in his mouth.

One of your arms caresses down his body as your lips part, your eyes hooded, breathing erratic. Your hand trails over his hip before it wraps around his hard cock.

He thrusts forwards as your fist closes around his tip, jerking downwards experimentally. He wraps his own hand over you guiding it up and down as he would his own in the privacy of his own chambers on lonely nights.

He guides himself within your hand to your cunt, nudging it over your nub, toward your sopping hole.

The thought suddenly hit him hard and fast. So suddenly he jerked back slightly from your touch.

"What... what is it?" you looked concerned, eyes wide, braided hair mussed.

"I shouldn't be doing this, it's wrong." It was dishonourable and an insult to such a fine lady as yourself for him to be debasing you so. You weren't married, after all. Not yet, he thought. He could see you at his side as his wife. But you were not his wife now, and you may never be his wife.

"No, no, no! Please, take me," eyes blown wide, cheeks flushed and chest heaving with each breath you take as you tug him down so gently, "if you'll have me?" His chest clenched at such tender words.

With you begging him so sweetly, he could not resist, though there was a part of him still demanding he stop now, for this was wrong. Yet it was drowned by his raging desire which he had harboured for for so long.

He takes his position once more over you, between your thighs, and pushes himself inside of you slowly and carefully. His eyes nearly roll to the back of his skull at feeling such pleasure, and he nearly thrusts into you as a wild man would, but he resists easily enough for he knew it would cause you harm. He listened as you groaned and your face tugged into a discomforted expression, he felt himself stopping then, ready to pull out should you change you mind.

"Just slowly. Be gentle with me, please," your hands grabbed onto his shoulders, you knees farther parting to allow him better access.

He moves his hips so slowly at first, thrusts shallow and experimental, before his lips captured yours in a passionate flurry of movements. You were so warm, so wet. He knew you were most likely a virgin, a lady such as yourself. That thought only made his feel more hungry for you.

His movements continued as a slow and steady pace, before you whined prettily into his mouth and grabbed at his hip.

"You can move more," you spoke, breathless as he parted from you.

He obliged, building up his pace, pulling one of your legs up and around his waist as his thrusts became deeper and faster with each moan that left you mouth.

He could not tear his eyes away from you, from your sweat slick brow, your squeezed shut eyes and 'o' parted lips. He felt his own release build, but wanted you to finish at least once more for him, so he brought one hand between you and felt for you nub and began to rub at it, listening and watching your reaction as to what was best.

You tightened further around him, legs squeezing at his sides as you came for a second time. He could no sooner hold onto himself and buried his face in your neck and lost himself to you, thrusting without abandon as he chased after his own climax.

He came with a low groan, sucking kisses into your neck, filling you with his seed so deeply that for a moment, he prayed it would take, the thought of seeing you with child so tantalising.

He stayed within you for a few moments, perhaps even minutes, catching his breath and listening to yours.

He presses a tender kiss to your brow before pulling his softened cock from you with a wince. He was unable to look away as he sat up and eventually saw some of jus seed dribble out of you. He had to supress a groan.

"I'm sorry," he eventually broke the silence.

"Whatever for?"

He looked back at you, a goddess much to perfect for someone such as himself, worth more than ten of him, "for dishonouring you, my lady. I would have wed you before bedding you, yet I have not."

"I don't expect you to wed me, my lord," you admitted.

"Please don't call me that now. I have no right to any title after the disservice I have given you," for even thinking of getting her with child.

"You haven't. I wanted to be with you, just as much. I hope you don't think any less of me for it."

"No, I do not."

"Then we are simply two friends having a long and heartfelt goodbye," your smile is sad and small, not one of any joy or happiness.

"Is that all you view me as? Your friend?" he found himself speaking before he could stop, pulling on his underclothes.

"No, no. I... I feel for you. In my heart. I..." you paused and he looked at you, "I have come to love you, Ned. For not only the just and honourable Lord which you are, but for the loving father, and kind man. I enjoy the companionship you have offered me in the time which I have known you, and I have desired more of you for some time now."

He found himself dropping his breeches from hand and returning to your bed where you sat looking at him.

"It is fine should you not feel the same--"

"I do," he interrupted, bringing his hand to your cheek, "I love you."

You leaned into him, smile broadening across your face.

"I will wed you upon my return, my lady. I swear it to you."

He kisses you once more, a deep and long kiss filled with his love, before dressing and bidding you goodnight, feeling wrong to leave you after you had shared something so intimate with him.

Despite himself, despite leaving for war and having bedded you, confessed his love and swore to marry you though he may not even live to see you again after tomorrow, he sleeps well and peacefully that night.

He wed you the same day of his return.

comments are looked upon fondly here so don't be a stranger ;)

(please no negativity, my heart can't take it. I am a delicate soul)

#ned stark x reader #ned stark x you #asoiaf x reader #got x reader #got x you #ned stark #eddard stark #got smut #asoiaf smut #smut #house stark #fluff

[hutchersonsgurl]

Devil Wears Prada Negan Smith

Paring wife reader and Negan Smith

Warnings 18+ MDNI. Negan graphic violence smut graphic language

Word count:

Synopsis you are the wife of Negan Smith the two of you split before the month before the end of the world and now you and your son run into him again

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You and your son are Alexandra when the saviors are pulling up to the gate

"Little pig little pig let me in "Negan shouts

"Holy shit what the hell is going on? " you ask Maggie

"I have no idea" maggie says

Your son Mason is hanging onto your waist hiding behind you

Negan walks in with a leather jacket and a bat wrapped it barbed wires

He was like in through the gate and his eyes meet yours

"Holy shit is that my wife? Can you believe it, Simon? That's my wife I told you about and my son I thought y'all was dead with the rest of the world" Negan says with his signature smile

"Yeah you'd like that wouldn't you" you say pulling Mason behind you

"No darling I'm really happy to see you two" Neagn says walking towards you

Negan gets really close to you and is checking you out with his eyes

You know I'm sure your" wives" back at home wouldn't like you looking at me like this You say

"Now honey we both know none of them can compare to the original" Negan responds

"Stay away from my mom "Mason says walks in front of you

"Woah woah now you telling me that your don't remember your dad now?" Negan asks

"Oh I remember you and I also know you killed my friend Glenn and everything you have done to us so as far as I'm concerned I only have a mom" Mason responds

"Well shit my son has balls like his friend Carl " Negan says as he chuckles

"Now where is rick?" Negan questions

"He's getting more supplies for you" you respond back

"Well now I'll just wait for him then" Negan smiles

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Not sure about this one but we'll see

Part 2

#negan fanfiction #negan smith x reader #negan x reader #negan smut #negan smith #negan x y/n #ned stark #jeffrey dean morgan #the walking dead

[prettygreenpills]

okay, hear me out.

blood play. Brienne of Tart. Dom reader x sub bienne

aaaand I would like to take this 🪼 emoji for the requests and anon games:) thank you so much!

Oh my- let me just say, poor Brienne-

KINKTOBER day 10 | blood play - Brienne of Tart

I’m not scared

warnings: cutting, blood play, sub!brienne, dom!reader, fingering, eating out, etc.

“Lay onto the bed,” you told the high beauty and when you turned around and saw her only in her fabric bra and panties, you breathed out in satisfaction.

“What now?” Brienne asked, her voice quiet and like silk. You smiled only and turned to see her. Her sword was laying on the carpet next to the bed and you walked over there, taking it. “Y/n-“

“I am sure after the years of being a knight few cuts don’t really bother you,” you noted softly and Brienne shook her head no. Smiling at her, you turned around and started undressing as well.

“What do you want to do with my sword?” She asked you and when you looked at her, you could see some worries in her eyes.

“Not with the sword but this smaller knife,” setting the things into right positions, you showed her the knife she had hidden next to her sword and Brienne gulped.

You put the knife down to her legs and you started taking off your own dress. When you unhooked all of the strings it had and let it fall onto the floor, the knight gasped at the sight of you undressing. You took your underskirt off too and you were left only in your underwear.

“Now be a good girl for me okay?” You asked her quietly and in your underwear, you crawled up to the bed.

Brienne nodded her head and you saw how she took a deep breath. Realizing that she undressed just then, your eyes widened as they fell onto her pretty hard pink nipples.

“You look so beautiful,” you breathed out and kissed her onto one of her nipples. Brienne moaned out and tilted her head back, giving you a beautiful sight of her neck. And this was an amazing opportunity.

“Don’t get scared okay?” You warned her softly and she just hummed. You took the smaller knife you had taken out earlier and pressed it against her neck softly. Brienne gulped what you could see and you just smiled. “You look even more beautiful like this.”

“T-Thank you,” she said and from her voice you could say that she was scared. Your smile widened even more and you kissed her down on her torso, moving aside to kiss her nipples. Brienne pushed her tits out for you as she arched in her back from the feeling, so you took one of her nipples into your mouth and sucked on it softly. “Oh my-“

You smiled for yourself and let your hand trail down between her legs. You softly brushed her upper thighs, what left the strong woman all shaky under you.

With loads of kisses, somehow you made your way down, straight to her core. When you were kissing her on her pubic bone, Brienne spread opened her legs for you and one of her hands started playing with your hair while she was focusing on taking deep breaths.

“So eager,” you commented only over her behavior and a second later you started sucking on the spots on her inner thighs. Brienne moaned softly and you continued upper and more to the middle, until your lips didn’t meet with her dripping wetness.

“Please-“

Without giving her and answer, you looked up at her from between her legs. Brienne had her eyes closed and she was waiting for you what would you do. So you decided to circle your tongue around her clit, just to tease the woman a little. Along with playing with your tongue, you brought your hand between her legs and teased her entrance with one of your fingers.

“Y/n- fuck me-“ Brienne breathed out with her accent and you could swear you could feel yourself throb. Ready to give the woman what she needed, you prepared two fingers and started making your way softly inside of her, ready to bring the woman the most beautiful pleasure on the whole world.

Taking the knife with your free hand, you softly brought it to her silky skin. While you were busy working with your lips, tongue and your fingers inside of the woman, the hand with weapon peacefully waited for its time to shine.

“Oh god- Y/n-“

“Mmmmh,” you just moaned against her, sending vibrations through her whole body, hopefully bringing her a little more pleasure.

Brienne kept moaning softly and filling the room with her noises. Eating the woman out and finger-fucking her, you brought the knife to her thighs softly and then you looked up at her.

As the blonde felt the cold metal on her skin, she lifted her head up and tensed up a little bit. You just smiled, trying to calm her down and you softly slid her knife on the snowy white skin. As you did so, Brienne hissed from pain and what surprised you… she moaned.

“Oh, do we like this?” You asked her with a smile and you still moved your fingers. Hitting her walls, Brienne wasn’t able to answer you. And honestly, you didn’t really need an answer from her.

The moans were enough.

Still sliding her own weapon on her body, you were marking her and Brienne was moaning louder and louder each time you cut her. And you liked her reactions so much.

When you cut her under her boob and her body was all from blood, you threw the knife away and moved up. Licking your lips, you licked that one wound, making the woman almost scream in pleasurable pain. Then she hissed and you licked her whole wound.

Sucking on few of them, when you tasted the metal in your mouth, your eyes closed. And when your mouth was full, you pulled away and leant above Brienne’s face, waiting for her to open her mouth.

And she did so. As soon as she parted her lips, you spit her blood into her mouth and then you kissed her onto her lips.

“Oh fuck-“ Brienne hissed louder and you kissed her onto the injury after that. Then you softly pulled away and looked at her body which was decorated with few red cuts.

Your fingers were discovering every single curve of her body from the inside. You straightened in your back and settled your thumb on her clit. She let out a soft gasp and she pushed her hips up in the air just like her boobs before.

“P-please-“

“Please what darling? You’ll need to speak up for me.”

“Please fuck me- I need to cum-“ Brienne kept moaning and when you looked her into her face and found her frowning… you knew that you were about to give it to her really easily.

“You’ll cum baby, whenever you need. Just look at you how well are you taking me. Such a great girl you are-“

And how you finished your sentence with praising her, Brienne reacted.

She arched in her back, pulled her thighs together. Her mouth was opened agape even though no sound left from her mouth only heavy breathing. Her walls clenched around your fingers and warmth covered them just like when you started using your fingers on her.

“Holy fuck-“ Brienne just breathed out a little louder than before and you smiled, fingering her through the orgasm, what left her body all shaking.

“That’s it Brienne, you’re such a god girl for me, doing an amazing job,” still praising the woman through her orgasm, you swallowed. God you wanted to taste her so bad…

When Brienne let out a soft exhale, that was a sign for you that you could take your fingers out. And you did so. With that movement, Brienne exhaled softly and she kept resting on the bed. While you were licking your fingers clean, you kept watching Brienne who seemed to be too exhausted to even move.

“Oh my goodness,” she moaned softly and opened her eyes looking at you, how you were licking your fingers.

“You taste delicious.” You told her with a smile on your lips and Brienne went red in her cheeks.

“T-Thank you,” she said shyly and swallowed.

“You’re very welcome my beautiful knight.” You whispered to her and a smile widened on your lips.

#writers on tumblr #fluff #smut #gxg #larissaweems #nevermoreacademy #prettygreenpills #brienne of tart #brienne of tarth #brienne the beauty #game of thrones #yn #sub brienne #knifekink #knight #sansa stark #house stark #stark #ned stark #queen daenerys

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

“The Death of a Bastard” Series (Part 3 of?)

Title: “An Alliance”

Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader/ Reader x Robb Stark

PART ONE PART TWO PART 4 PART 5

Warnings: None

Summary: The reader is the first to find Jon Snow’s lifeless body. She has to flee away from Castle Black and go back to her home, Rivendell. She reminisces, and remembers how she met her “Snow”, and fell in love with him. But she was promised to his half brother, Robb. Mostly based around how they met, and what in between their meeting and his death.

Comment if you want to be apart of the taglist. If at some point you want to be unadded, please let me know :) From here on, it will be going back to the beginning. How they met, why, when, and how she fell in love with them. I DID MENTION LEGOLAS. I’m not good at making up elvish names 😂

You and Jon had only gotten closer as time went on; the older you got, the more the infatuation turned into something other than love. No one noticed when you two would sneak away to be in the godswood, or somewhere that had a lot of shadows. Arya loved Jon like a brother; she looked up to him. She helped the two of you sneak around, but on the condition that she could come along some of the time.

One cold morning, your handmaiden helped you into a dress that was made by your people. “My lady, seamstress Johanna made you this dress to accommodate this terrible climate change..” she said as she tightened the sewn in corset. The dress went from white to a blush pink, you stared at yourself in the mirror.

“Do you ever hate your breasts, Olive?” You ask as you stared at your cleavage in the mirror. Olive chuckled, “Oh child, I wish mine were how they use to be. Why do you ask?” The fellow elvish lady looked at you from over your shoulder. “It’s all men can stare at. Especially Robb. I don’t want to be adored for my breasts, I want to be adored because of my mind..” you say quietly as your hands rubbed your hips. “I don’t want to be adorned with jewels and promised land. I just want to be adorned by books, and be within nature..” you say as you look out at the sad, cloudy, and cold day. “I want my skin to be kissed by the sun, and all of my children to be able to play within the grass and lilacs trees.” You say but your eyes land on Jon Snow, who was sparring down below with Theon.

More than anything, you wanted to be with Jon Snow. Your handmaiden looked over at you and smiled, “Oh, child. You fell in love with the bastard child didn’t you?” You turn to face her.

“Why does it matter that he is a bastard? He is as much as a Stark as the rest of the children. I’d still be marrying a Stark, father would understand…” you say and Olive gave a sad smile. “My dear, your father hand picked Robb Stark. He came here months before you did, and chose which of the boys you were to marry. Bran was a possibility, but your father did not want to wait for the boy to grow.” She said as she sat down on the bed. “King Legolas, well, Lord Legolas, chose Robb to be your husband. You must marry him, there is no other choice.” She said as she picked up your your circlet crown headpiece.

As she placed it upon your head, she looked you in the eyes, “If I were you, learn to love him. Your father wants this alliance.” Olive whispered and you wiped a tear from your eye. “Why must he put this pressure on me? I would never make my daughter marry someone she doesn’t love.” You say as you fled your chambers, and on your way, you bumped into Arya.

“I apologize m’lady.” You say and Arya smiled. “I told you not to call me that.” She said as she looked both ways down the hall, and she leaned up and whispered in your ear, “Jon would like to see you in the godswood, when it is night.” She said before she darted down the hall. Walking down the stairs that led to where the boys were sparring, all eyes stopped what they were doing just to get a glimpse of you.

Your dress trailed behind you, and you smiled at all of them. “I didn’t know elvish women were so hot.” Theon said and Robb elbowed him in the ribs. “Don’t stop on my account, my lords, and Theon.”

Theon glared at you, “You can call me lord too. If you were with me, I’d let you call me that.” He said with a wink and you shuddered.

“Well, we don’t want to spar around you, m’lady.” Robb said and you picked up a sword that was hung on one of the wooden bannisters. “M’lady, that one is heavy-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you began swinging the sword in a practice manner. Their eyes were widened when your turned back to look at them, “What? Did I cut one of you?” You questioned and then a smile broke out on both Jon’s and Robb’s faces. “We’re not use to women wielding swords.” Robb said and before you could say anything, Lady Catelyn was watching from the balcony.

“Robb may I have a word with you..” she called out and Robb shared a glance at you and Jon. “Yes, mother.” Before he left your side, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, and took the sword from your hands.

Theon followed Robb, and it left you and Jon alone. His father watched you two from a distance, “I hope I did not get you guys in trouble.” You say as you rub your shoulders, and Jon shook his head. “Lady Stark does not think it’s appropriate for a woman to spar or wield a sword.” He said and you shook your head.

“I am really good with a bow. Our people are the best archers in the seven kingdoms.” Jon looked at you and grinned. “Is that so?” He asked and you nodded. “Then I guess we will find out later.” He said as he walked away from you, leaving you alone. That was, until the Lord of Winterfell himself, approached you.

“My lord.” You say as you bowed and when you stood up straight, he gave a nod with his head. “LadyY/N, I hope you are adjusting to Winterfell.” He said and you grinned. “The weather is the only thing I am still adjusting to.” You say and he smiled.

“I can imagine. Going from hot, sunny, weather to this cold place.” He said and then he lifted up the sword you were using just a few moments earlier. “You know your way around a sword?” He asked and you nodded.

“My family believes that everyone should know how to wield either a sword or a bow. Every man, woman, and child knows how to use a bow. Our ancestors were always afraid that man would try to take our land from us.” You say as Ned handed you the sword. “We are not conquerors or thieves of land; we just want peace within the realm. We will only help those who cannot help themselves.” You say as you held the sword out in front of you and ran a finger across the valerian steel blade. “We only let those we trust see our land. There are spells that shield it from those who want to take it, or mean us harm.”

Ned watched your every movement, “Lord Stark, you are a good man.. Therefore, you would be able to find Rivendell. As for Tywin Lannister, he would never see Rivendell.” He listened to every word you spoke intently, “As for Robb, he is to be my husband. He would be able to approach Rivendell even if he didn’t have the best of intentions. That is why we’re careful when it comes to arranged marriages.”

He stood there taking in every word. “I don’t understand m’lady… Why does your father need an alliance with Winterfell when your land is hidden?”

You looked around and then leaned closer to Ned, “He didn’t say we needed an alliance. Remember, we help those who cannot help themselves. Winter is coming, my Lord.” You say as you handed him the sword and walked away without saying another word.

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Author’s Note:

I hope you guys enjoyed it!. From here on, this is showing how they met, and what happened when Y/N came to Winterfell. It will all lead back to Jon’s death. Who knows, maybe I will take it a step further and go to the end of the series. :) Thanks for reading!

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[axelsagewrites]

Kinktober 2023 List

Welcome to my first ever kinktober, a month long of smutty drabbles and one shots. Hope you all enjoy and if you want added to a charecter/fandom tag list so you dont miss anything let me know <3

NSFW under cut

Masterlist Here

Day one: discrete fun with Robb Stark – deciding to take his teasing to a new level Robb decides to take the sex toys out of the bedroom

Day two: marking with Jace Velaryon – jealous is an understatement for what Jace is feeling so he decides to fix his problems by showing everyone who you belong to

Day three: phone sex with Jamie Tartt – even though he loved to play the long nights away from you were almost impossible to bare so he often found himself hitting call at late hours of the night

Day four: body worship with Podrick Payne – Podrick feels honoured just to be able to touch your body and wants you to hear his praises

Day five: role reversal with James Potter – James is used to being in charge, but things change when one night you decide to give him a taste of his own teasing medicine

Day six: over stimulation with Jon Snow – Jon is eager to please but even more eager to make you a mumbling mess who doesn’t know their own name by the end

Day seven: stepcest/cam girl au with Daemon Targaryen – after Daemons new stepdaughter moves in daemon finds out her naughty little secret

Day eight: dubcon kidnap au with Ramsay Bolton – Ramsay can’t stand the idea of such a pretty creature going unappreciated any longer

Day nine: edging/orgasm denial with Rhanerya Targaryen – since you’re used to get everything you want Rhaenyra decides to show you good things come to those who wait

Day ten: throne/semi public sex with Danerys Targaryen – being the queen is a stressful job and it is your job to help your queen relax even if that means risking getting caught

Day eleven: knife play with Ivar the Boneless – people whisper and wonder how someone so sweet could marry someone so angry, but they don’t see what Ivar does when you’re underneath him

Day twelve: exhibitionism with Tormund – while wildlings talk freely about sex Tormund enjoys watching your blush at even the mention of it making it even more fun to tease you when you come to tend to his wounds

Day thirteen: primal play with Remus Lupin – usually when Remus runs around the forest its not by choice but tonight, he is chasing his favourite prey

Day fourteen: sex toys and teasing with Sansa Stark – after finding a sleek pink vibrator in her top drawer you decide to see what it can really do

Day fifteen: voyeurism with Aegon Targaryen – while you are visiting his family Aegon discovers a secret passage and what he accidentally sees through the cracks makes him want you instantly

Day sixteen: caught in the act with Roy Kent – when Roy came home all he wanted to do was curl up in bed with you but when he heard a buzzing from under the sheets his plans took a very different turn

Day seventeen: mommy kink with Cersei Lannister – while she may be rough and callous to most others Cersei finds herself dotting on her sweet girl in her chambers each night

Day eighteen: corruption kink with Alicent Hightower – a new septa arrive at court but none of the thoughts on Alicent’s minds are holy

Day nineteen: choking with Bjorn Ironside – you may have been captured by the enemies, but the punishment Bjorn gives you is starting to feel like a reward

Day twenty: bondage/wax play with Margaery Tyrell: people may whisper about her brother’s bedroom habits but none of them see the things she gets up to with her ladies’ maid

Day twenty-one: face fucking with Cregan Stark: to gain his loyalty Cregan demands that you earn it, and he enjoys watching the tears streak down your face as you do

Day twenty-two: daddy kink with Sirius Black – the word just slipped out one time but now it’s all Sirius wants to hear from your lips

Day twenty-three: brat taming with Sandor Clegane – after growing sick of a princess’s bratty attitude Sandor decides to teach her how to behave

Day twenty-four: thigh riding/dry humping with Ragnar Lothbrok – after taking a Christian girl prisoner he decides to show you the pleasure a heathen can feel

Day twenty-five: breeding kink with Ned Stark – there is a reason why Ned has so many children and it’s not as noble as many assume

Day twenty-six: collaring with Aemond Targaryen – not wanting to share Aemond decides to invest in something to show that you’ll always be his and only his

Day twenty-seven: double penetration with Jamie Tartt and Roy Kent: they both like you and when they came to settle it once and for all neither of them expected this out come

Day twenty-eight: mutual masturbation with Oberyn Martell – you always heard that the dornish were more sex positive than most, but you hadn’t expected Oberyn Martell of all people to show you just how good it could feel

Day twenty-nine: face riding with Heleana Targaryen – while Heleana appeared shy outside of your chambers when you, her maid, came to tend to her at night she was anything but shy

Day thirty: teacher student au with Jamie Lannister – he knew it was wrong to ask you to stay after class but after one too many short, short skirts he could no longer keep his thoughts at bay

Day thirty-one: orgy/group sex with Aegon, Aemond, Jace, Daemon, and Rhaenyra since after all sharing is caring

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[azazelflare]

Sent Back To Love you Again Chapter Four

Sansa gets dressed with the help of her mother and the dress is perfect. It is black with silver dire wolves running at the hem. Lady comes up next to her and nudges her head against Sansa’s hand. She pats her friend's head and gets her fur cloak on. All three of them walk out into the godswood and prepare for the ceremony. 

“Who comes before the old gods today?” Benjen stark says 

“Sansa of House Stark, given by Eddard of House Stark.”

“Jamie of House Lannister. Here to wed Sansa of House Stark.” 

“Do you take this man?” “I take this man.”

“Do you take this woman?” “I take this woman” 

“You are now married in the eyes of the old gods. Let’s feast and celebrate!” Benjen says and everyone laughs at his enthusiasm. They all make their way to the great hall and start the feast. The dire wolves were left in the godswood and as the party continues, Tywin asks to dance with Sansa. Jaime lets him and goes to dance with Catelyn Stark. As Tywin and Sansa were dancing he asked her questions and he was satisfied with her answers. He releases her after the song finishes and she goes back to Jaime and they sit at the high table. Joffrey suggests a bedding and Jaime grabs his sword and prepares to kill the brat when Robert stands up and says there will be no bedding. The couple sneak out of the hall and into their room 

“Thank god Robert stepped in or I might have become a kinslayer as well as a kingslayer,” Jaime says jokingly. Sansa smiles at him and releases the ties of her dress letting it pool around her feet. Jaimie tries his hardest to get out of his clothes but he can't get the ties of his jerkin undone so Sansa unlaces them and helps him out of it with a laugh. He steps out of his boots and pants and then strips his shirt off. They make their way to the bed and start to play with each other, his beard tickles her as he gives her the Lord's kiss and plays with her folds. They finally get some peace and quiet from battle and the game, and they can take their time with each other. 

“My lion this is the best time I've had with you all of my dreams have come true. My parents got to see my wedding and Joffrey and Ramsay will be taken care of soon. Thank you so much for loving me.” Sansa tells Jaime and he smiles at her ready to pounce on his she-wolf. He enters her lovingly, he thrusts into her and she moans and keens at him. Her legs wrap around his waist as he wraps his right arm around her neck. He holds her down and thrusts into her sharply. She bites down on his neck and he moans loudly and thrusts harder. She moans loudly and when he finishes she finishes with him. He knows how to play her like a violin. They both pass out from exhaustion. 

The next day

They are awakened by servants preparing a bath for both of them and food. They both bathe and get ready for the day. Jaime kisses his wife before leading her out of their rooms and into the solar. Ned is waiting for both of them and Catelyn looks ready to cry. Sansa rushes over to her mother and asks what is wrong.  Apparently, Ned told her the true parentage of Jon Snow.

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[daniellewritesfr]

𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰

Chapter two

Paring: Robb Stark x f!Reader

Summary: After avoiding Robb for a few days you decide taking a short ride through the woods wouldn't hurt, but you find yourself once again in an unexpected encounter with The King himself.

Warnings: Plot building lots of plot building

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: I forgot to mention this is kinda a slow burn (sort of not really) anyway find series master list here.

It had been days since the last time Robb even caught a glimpse of you, he found himself frequently thinking about the conversation you two shared any chance he got. He understood he had more important things to focus on besides a woman he barely knew, for gods sake he was fighting a war yet, you had his mind running in circles. 

He was lost in thought when he was interrupted by Ser Brynden clearing his throat, Robb looked up from the map in front of him, staring at the knight waiting for him to speak, when he doesn't he turns to his mother who is watching him intently Catelyn motions her head down towards the table he quickly understands her look turning his focus back to the task at hand sliding a wooden figure across the map signifying where the Lannisters will strike next. The talk of battle plans and strategies rang throughout the large tent for hours before finally Ser Brynden excused himself biding both him and his mother goodnight. 

Catelyn stayed her eyes fixed on her son. “You’re distracted.” 

Robb quickly lifts his head looking at his mother. Was he truly that transparent? 

“I'm not.” he states looking back down at the map faking his focus. 

Catelyn moves to stand next to him “don’t lie.” Her tone shifted forcing Robb to look at her.

Her eyes were bearing into his in hope he’d reveal his troubles but he didn't. He just stared at her, slightly praying she wouldn’t ask anymore questions.    

Catelyn tilts her head looking at her son “we can not afford distractions.” She says, reaching her hand up briefly placing it on his arm before pulling away. He nods, “No, we can not.” His voice was quiet, his hand fidgeting with the pommel of his sword. 

His prayers were answered when she sighed “get some rest, gods know you'll need it” she says looking at him with a sympathetic smile as she left. 

Robb watches his mother leave, before turning around running a hand over his face with a groan, he sits down in a chair next to the table looking up at the ceiling of the tent. He needed to get a grip. 

You woke in the early morning, the sun not yet visible. The thin cloth walls of the tent doing very little to keep the cold at bay. You had been informed yesterday that you and your remaining men would be moving camps to one between Riverrun and Oldstones and that you were to begin preparing as soon as possible. You knew your men were in no condition to travel anyone with eyes could see that. Yet, an order is an order.

You don't move staying as you were for a while staring at the ceiling of your tent, till you hear the muffled voices of tired men as the rest of camp begins to wake, you groan managing to drag yourself out from under the warmth of fur blankets and throw on your clothes and some light armor you then secure your belt and pick up your sword and dagger sheathing them both before leaving the tent grabbing your cloak on the way out pulling it over yourself while walking. 

The sun was finally beginning to rise as you make your way to a tree which you’d secured your horse to for safe keeping, a beautiful Friesian horse stands tall pawing at the ground with one hoof as you walk up to him extending your hand running it along the side of his face, you lean close resting your forehead on his cheek for a moment, deciding a small ride wouldn’t hurt seeing that it was still early and it would be hours before the men were ready to move.  

You pull away grabbing the blanket and saddle that rested against the tree, gently draping the blanket across his back, then taking the saddle and hosting it on after. You secure the reins pulling yourself up on to him, giving him a pat on the side of his neck before bounding off into the woods. 

The cold morning air rushed past your face, the trees all but a blur as you pass them. You ride for a while before slowing to a halt, looking up you stare at the huge canopy of trees watching the branches sway in the wind, their leaves beginning to change from the green of summer to vibrant shades of red and orange, leaving a sea of fire throughout the forest floor. You bring your horse to a slow walk admiring the world around you when the faint sound of rushing water fills your ears bringing a smile to your face, you drive the Friesian to a gallop heading in the direction of the noise, as you near closer a sharp breeze whisks through the air causing you to pull the hood of your cloak up and over your head sheltering your face from the cold.  

It's not long before you find yourself face to face with a large river, the water rushing and hitting rocks in its path. Dismounting your horse, and securing him to a nearby tree you walk to the bank crouching down on one knee dipping a hand into the icy river you pull your hood down exposing your face. Staring at your reflection in the rippling water the bruise on your temple was beginning to fade from a violent purple to a brownish green, the cut itself self nothing more than a scab. Although it would scar. You take a deep breath, lowering both hands in the river cupping them, letting the water collect in your palms before splashing some on your face, hoping it would clear the lingering sleep. 

“It can be quite dangerous for a lady out here all alone”

The voice made you jump almost falling head first into the water, luckily you catch yourself quickly standing and turning around to face the voice, you draw your sword half out of its sheath before you realize who it is, the one and only Robb Stark.   

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, letting your sword fall back into place, before looking at him. 

He's seated atop a stocky brown horse, a heavy fur lined cloak wrapped around his broad shoulders, gloved hands resting on the reins in front of him with a grin plastered across his face. 

“I didn’t mean to frighten you” He says, you could tell he was amused with your reaction based on the small laugh that fallowed the words causing you to look down as you feel a slight tinge of embarrassment you hoped to hide.

Robb leans back slightly before dismounting the horse holding the reins in his hand leading it to a nearby tree close to where you’d left yours.

“You’re up early” He says while securing the reins to the tree, turning his head to look over his shoulder flashing you a small smile. 

“As are you.” You quip walking past him with your hands clasped behind your back glancing at him as you make your way to your horse. His eyes were glued on you as you passed.

“Seems we both prefer mornings.” You hum in response running your hand along the neck of your horse adjusting the reins before turning to face him. His eyes rake over you before settling on your face sending a rush of nerves flooding through you causing your hand to fidget with the hilt of a dagger attached at the front of your waist, that seemed to catch his attention his eyes fall from your face to your hands, he motions his head towards the dagger.

“May I?” He asks, taking a step closer leaves crunching underneath his boots.

You nod, removing the dagger from its sheath twirling it in your hand before passing it to him. The silver blade is not more than nine inches complete with a brown handle littered with intricate designs. He examines it closely tilting the knife watching as it catches glints of light, he softly runs his fingers along the blades edge careful not to cut himself.   

“It’s a beautiful blade.” He pauses for a moment looking up from the dagger to meet your eyes “Valyrian steel?” You nod.

“It was a gift from my father.” Your voice was flat not a tinge of emotion present.

In fact it was the only gift you’d ever received from him. It was one of the rare nights when he wasn’t in a foul mood. He had sat you down drunk as ever rambling on about great houses and their Valyrian weapons, when suddenly he revealed the dagger quickly shoving it into your hands, motioning at it telling you “go on look at it.” Carefully you had unsheathed it, releasing the blade admiring its beauty just as Robb. That was one of the few seemingly "decent" memories you had with your father if you could call them that.

The shift in your voice didn't go unnoticed by Robb, and for a moment he thought to ask you about it, but ultimately decided not to. So instead he nodded looking the dagger over once more then handing it back to you hilt first, you take it sliding it back into its sheath.

He couldn't help but stare, the dim morning light reflecting off the side of your face making you seem unreal. He seemed to be caught in a trance.

You cleared your throat snapping him out of the daze.

"I-" He paused for a moment collecting himself "I'm sure you were informed of our plans."

"If you mean me and my mens departure, then yes I was" You look at the sky behind him, the sun now well above the horizon filling the forest with light. "And by the looks of it I should take my leave."

Robb had insisted you let him accompany you on the way back, so here you were, the morning sun beaming down as the two of you ride into camp you were aware of the eyes lingering on your backs but you pay no mind. You both slow your horses to a stepping pace leisurely making your way through the sea of rushing soldiers. When you arrive in front of Robb's tent he dismounts his horse letting a young squire take the reins, Robb tips his head as a ‘thank you’ while the boy leads him away.

He turns his attention back to you. “M’lady.” He says, giving you a half smile.

“Your grace.” You bid him farewell, bowing your head returning the smile before bringing your horse to a trot heading off to prepare your men for travel.

Robb watched you leave, shaking his head as he turned walking through the opening of the large tent.

#robb stark #robb stark x reader #robb stark x y/n #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones #ned stark #jon snow #house stark #jon snow x reader #fluff #robb stark smut #robb stark x you #jon snow smut #got #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #house of the dragon

[shiggyshita]

ShiggyShita’s GOT Masterlist

You can req any of these characters for hcs,drabbles,oneshots,and x reader or x [another character]

if there’s a character you’d like me to do that’s not on the list, please req it!

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work key: 🌲-fluff ⚔️-angst 🕷️-smut

Men:

Jon Snow -

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Bran Stark -

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Robb Stark -

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Ned Stark -

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Jorah Mormont -

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Podrick Payne -

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Tyrion Lannister -

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Oberyn Martell -

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Jojen Reed -

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Women:

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Arya Stark -

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Daenerys Stormborn -

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None of these characters are mine! -All from Game Of Thrones-

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[danytherelentless]

INFO

ASOIAF/GOT masterlist

Characters I write for :

—

ASOIAF etc .

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Sansa Stark

Eddard Stark

Benjen Stark

Daenerys Targaryen

Jaime Lannister

Stannis Bararheon

Melisandre

HOTD era .

Cregan Stark

Jacaerys Velaryon

Alicent Hightower

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I write fem and neutral reader

I will also write smut

my characterisations can vary from character to character, work to work, it really depends on what I have in mind whilst I’m writing, be it show version or book version

requests are open for all of the above, yet I make literally no promises of fulfilment :)

also, do feel free to ask if I would write for other characters because I just might have forgotten to add them

#asoiaf x reader #asoiaf smut #got x reader #got x you #got smut #jon snow x reader #robb stark x reader #cregan stark x reader #ned stark x reader #sansa stark x reader #benjen stark x reader #daenerys targaryen x reader #jaime lannister x reader #Stannis Baratheon x reader #Melisandre x reader #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys valaryon x reader

[leahsflwer]

[IN THE MAKING]

[In the making]

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[izzy140105]

𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝕸𝖊 ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝐽𝑜𝑛 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑥 𝑜𝑐 || 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!!

"𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚. 𝑰𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏' 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆..."

|| 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 ||

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐃𝐁𝐌!𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 || 𝒐𝒄 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Nine noble families wage war against each other in order to gain control over the mythical land of Westeros. Meanwhile, a force is rising after millenniums and threatens the existence of living men. And a girl from a world far different from this one, gets herself stuck in all of it.

⋆⁺₊⋆𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 + 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒⋆⁺₊⋆

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 "𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠" 𝐨𝐫 "𝐴 𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝐼𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒" 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐑.𝐑. 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧: 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

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