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if you still take requests and ofc if you're willing to, could you please do a one shot of sandor clegane x f reader with lactation kink? like they're married & he survived (post got) and have children - type of scenario?🤍

OFCOURSE omg. Firstly thank you to @dat1angel aka my bestie for helping me figure this out as I’ve never wrote a lactation kink fic before but it was fun.

MINORS DNI

Cw- pinv unprotected, fem reader, pregnant reader, lactation kink, consumption of human milk, Husband a wife ,mother and father , with little plot, not proof reader sorry for any error as usual i write this shit at 3 am usually lol.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

Sandor holds your waist as you grind against him. His cock has been buried in your cunt for over an hour and just being able to watch you riding him is enough to keep him hard and cum better than he ever has.

You’ve had the greatest honor in giving him two sons both of which are old enough to be riding thier own horses and exploring the village under the supervision of the guards you have at the castle and that is where they are now. Exploring the village as the festival goes on.

You’ve become pregnant with sanders third child only a few months ago your belly every growing as you prepare to give birth once again. Sandro cannot help the fact that he is utterly obsessed with your plump state. How you flesh grows softer and your body becomes rounder in support of the little life he helped create inside you.

Any chance he gets he. Has you strip and dance for him the new baby fat perfectly giving you more curves than before. Even now as he groans under you his large hand grips the flesh of your waist once in a while giving your apple ass a slap causing your cunt to clench around him as you jump.

You open your eyes only to see him lustfully starring back at you his hand exploring your sides feelign every inch of you. His actions and look of adoration makes you smile but that smile fade when you feel liquid secrete from your breast your face reddens as cover your chest gasps about to get off your husband in embarrassment.

But he grips you still and sits you looking you square in the eyes before he runs his thumb over your hardened nipple taking your breast into hand.

“Fuck…we cant let this go to wast now can we.” He speaks before dipping down and licking the liquid off. The sweet taste of your milk coating his tounge as he moves to the other.

He groans as he sucks on it wanting more. You moan out as he then turns your both over so he’s on top only to pull his lips away for one second to being fucking up into you relentlessly your tits begin bouncing up as he does.

He grips one and massages it causing more milk to seep out. He quickly laps it up and does the same with the other. Somehow keeping control as he roughly fucks you. Drinking up your sweet nectar. You clown at him and moan out as he continues to stimulate you.

“Fuck you taste like gold!” He groans deeply continuing to feast.

“Ah-ah s-Sandor i-“ you trail off as your toes curl and your pussy clenches. The sensation of your orgasm washed over you in shock causing your back to arch only giving your husband better access to your breasts.

Moments later his thrusts falter and hes cumming up in you making sure you get all of his seed despite being currently pregnant.

You pant as you stay in place for a moment. Sandro comes off your boob with a light ‘pop’ you look to him as his lips and chin are coated in a sheen as he licks off the access. You glance down at your chest seeing it littered with mini bruises from his rough suckling.

You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him too you kissing his lips deeply tasting your own on him. And fuck he was right.

You do taste like gold.

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WHY TF ARE YALL SLEEPING ON THIS MAN!!!!! The sheer amount of fanfic opportunities is wild!!!!!!

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Can I pleeeeease 🙏 have a Duncan Vizla smut where he has a huge breeding kink and reader has a choking kink. So he's choking her while "breeding" her, and she completely blissed out when she orgasms. So she's like fucked dumb and Duncan gets worried. So he gives tooth rotting aftercare.

Your Wish is my command oh kind soul.

Chocking, pin v- unprotected, fem readerserious after care teehee

“elsker” danish word for love

SMUT SMUT SMUT AND NOTHING BUT! Minors do not fucking read this i will sue you

The way Duncan devours you. Every inch ever minute detail of your body. His grunts in your ear as he fucks your life away only making you clench around his cock tighter.

How did you get here? You dont even remember not with your lover shoved in between your thighs and fucking the lights outta your head. The last thing you do rembering is his hands on yours in the kitchen. Now your half way off you bed as he rails you into the mattress.

Your breasts voice as he thrusts himself up into you. Each conflict forcing a pornographic moan out of your mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as he grips your thighs, one leg strung over his shoulder the other wrapped around his waist keeping him close to you. You were long passed gripping onto him now you gripped the pillow under you head screaming both out and into the plush material that keeps you from banging your skull against the headboard.

“F-fu-u.. d-Duncan.. ah!” You moan out dribbling words barely being able to form half of one. Your pulsing puffy pussy dripping from his and your shared cum. The amount of stamina this man has for you is otherworldly. Most people down in town always give you looks from the age gap between you and your man. Wondering the most private things about you too.

‘How long would he last with you?’

‘How does he get it up?’

If only they could see you both right now you would answer those questions with out even speaking.

You scream out toes curling as you experience another orgasam a number you lost count of so many ago. Duncan grunts as you grip you walls around him only prompting him to fuck you harder, faster, better. If better is even possible. Every time you have sex he fucks you like he’s missing something trying to save a peice of you for later every time, like the pie he orders in the diner almost every night.

His hand wraps around your neck not to kill you like he would a job, but to satisfy you more.

“Ahh f-fuu” you trail off mouth opening agape as the pure over stimulation causing your legs to shake.

“Fuck yeah.” He speaks. Duncan isn’t usually one for verbalizing his pleausre but when it comes to letting him raw dog you until youre a babbling mess he will not shut up.

“Im gonna fill this tight little pussy, you want that? You want me to budge the fuck outta you- argh.” He moans out holding your neck.

“Ngh…y-ye..yesss. Ah- ah- Ngh-“ your fucked out words barley make it passed your bitten lips.

“Fuck cum again, elsker.” When he changes to his native language, danish. You know you’ve got him pussy whipped. He goes on and on in Danish and several neighbor languages about how much he wants to fill you. Make you swollen with his. Put many babies inside you and have you waddle around the town so then everyone knows what hes capable of.

Your eyes cross up ward tounge handing out as he continues to annihilate your cunt. Perfectly fucked into another realm and just wanting for more. Your legs seize up when his thumb presses to your clit circling and flicking. It dosnt take long for the stimulation to take effect and a gush of arousal spews from your cunt making you babble out his name and other profanities associated with the pleasures he’s causing you.

“Fuck! Yes baby! Make a mess.” He groans as he forces his hips flush with yours. The head of his cock pushing against your cervix and possibly even deeper as he releases his last load, of what he can tell you can bare, into your cunt.

He lets go of your throat after a few more rough thrusts and kisses your face and jaw. Gazing his lips over your neck the marks for the hickies he left previously.

Your legs shake and you light twitch as the pur and utter sensitivity between your things courses through you. Duncan carefully pulls out of you making sure to be carful of your state.

“So fucking full my love.” He chuckles gathering the dripping cum and shoving it back. Into you with his fingers.

“You alright elsker?” He asks lovingly as he pulls his fingers out and looks to you. You dont answer as you feel numb your vision clouded with tears and little silver sparks flying through your eyes.

“Y/n? My love?” He asks again you dont reply once more only to smile and lick your lips.

“Shit..” Duncan moves up to your face cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“elsker, answer me.” He demands you giggle lightly eyes wandering.

He curses to him self out of relief and worry before getting up and walking to the bathroom. He turns the water on waiting for it to heat up. He quickly cleans himself off before dousing a wash cloth in the hot water and then taking it back to you once rung out a bit.

“Can i clean you up?” He asks leaning over you to look you in the face. You nod slightly.

“Good. You coming back to me then?” He chuckles. He runs the cloth down your body to your thighs clean the inner then moving back to your crotch being carful to softly clean you up as he knows just how sensitive you are at the current moment.

When hes done he places the cloth on the side table and slips on his boxers. He picks you up carefully and walks you both to the guest bedroom so he can take the sheets off your bed to clean later.

“Duncan.” You ask him as he carefully sets you onto the bed.

“There she is..fucked you too hard huh?” He asks you shake your head. You hold out your arms for his wrapping them around his neck before you both share a kiss the same undertone that got you in the pervious situation. He places his knee on the bed unaware that it’s between your leg causing his lower thigh to brush against your core.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you pull back erking at the sensation. You curl up closing your legs an closing your eyes the sensitivity slowly disaperating from your nerves.

“Sorry.” He says. You shake your head signally it’s okay, not nessisarly his fault, it is.

“I’ll draw you a bath.” He says. Duncan get up and goes to the bathroom in the guest room and begins to fill up the tub once more waiting for the water to heat up. Once full he exits and goes back to you. Your nude frame sitting on the bed perfect to his veiw but he knows if he were to be tempted by your beauty once more you’d kill him.

“Come on.” He says helping you up. Your legs give out from under you only prompting him to easily pick you up in his arms and carry you the rest of the way.

He sets you gentally in the bath water exactly how you like it showering you in kisses and words of affirmation. He sits on the tiled floor running another cloth over your shoulders helping you.

Once done he helps you dry and dress before quickly leaving you to take a short shower dry and dress himself. He joins you in bed and pulls you close to him speaking to you about how much he loves you and how good you were for him. You eventually fall asleep holding him back. He watches you for a moment before sleep take him over as well.

I hope you liked this. Duncan vizla is daddy and will be the father of my children!! I swear to god. If anyone has any more requests feel free to leave them in the comment section or send a message like this one. I’ll write pretty much anything but i do have my boundaries.

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LOL💕💕 this is my first time asking for a blurb and i know you’re currently writing for sandor but you’re so good at writing for sandor i had to ask. okay so here’s my idea for a blurb:

Reader is from a highborn house maybe like Arryn or something. She’s in kings landing for some kind of arranged marriage (which she’s not happy about). She and sandor have an established friendly(ish) relationship mainly built on mutual respect cause she’s a hard woman rather than a little girl. Obviously he doesn’t let his actual attraction show but maybe one night they find themselves alone and she manages to get soft on him♥️

Key things 🥺

-Plus Sized reader

-possessive or maybe obsessive sandor

-preferably nsfw🤭

Sorry this took so long lol here you go i hope you like it sorry for spelling errors I didn’t check.

When you arrived at kings landing your didn’t like it you would always try and run away and the guard would come and fetch you bringing you right back into the castle walls.

Queen Cersei was very fond of you treating you like a daughter however most of the highborn men would make fun of you. That would talk behind your back, if even that, about how “rugged” you were. You were a daddy’s girl your mother passed when you were little leaving your father to take care of you. Since he couldn’t bear the thought of become one with another woman other than your mother you were his only son and daughter in one.

He thought you how to swim, read. Hunt, fish, ride, and battle skills involving swordplay. Your father sent you to kingslanding hoping to find you a husband.

As times passed and your escape attempts became more elaborate Cersei assigned hound to your side glued you at the hip and wouldn’t let you leave his sight basically. When you woke up he was there when you went to sleep he was there. Even though hes rough around the edges to say the least you grew quite fond of him. You would talk and he would listen. You wanted to go on a ride he would join you.

Even though he wont admit it he grew fond of you as well. At first being impressed with Almost evading him through the gate leaving him to easily pick you up and throw you over his shoulder in the end regardless of your kicking and screaming.

The night of jeoffrys coronation you left the ball early running to the court yard outside to cry as your fellow highborns we making fun of you for your figure.

You weren’t obese nor are you skinny but a perfect mix between your plump frame being eventuated in all your dresses. Sandor finds you mudded on the ground as you had tripped over the godforsaken dress Cersei had laid out for you. He’d picked you up and carried you back to your room.

Before you let him leave you took his hand and thanked him for everything hes done for you. Keeping you safe in the previous riot, giving you much needed company and even for evading your escape plans. All your soft talk of your underwhelming in confession for him left him with no choice but reciprocate as scary as that may have been for him.

He helped you out of your dress as you helped him out of his armor sets before feverishly feeling one another. Using the nick name “little dove” simply from your house banner symbol of a bird.

Clothes were discarded as your shared your passion on in your bed chambers. At first he was worried about taking your virginity but you wanted nothing more or less than him. You wanted sandor more than you could’ve even dreamed and he wanted you.

His hand s gripped your thighs as he entered you his large cock splitting your folds open sitting inside you the delicious pain of him joining you in ecstasy. He kissed your body and lips devouring every sensation he could. Once you gave him the ‘okay’ he began moving.

Adjusting to his size was made easy by him showering you in love before hand. Eating out like a starved man entering his finger in you asking you to guide him in what you like and him even subconsciously teaching you parts of your self you never knew.

You figured things out about him as well. How much he loved your body your tummy and thighs bust especially your breasts. How they hang, how they bounce, large to fit your body but also perfect in his eyes. Sucking and licking your nipples gripping them in his large palm. He could plunge his face into them feeling the plushness of them.

He wouldn’t let himself go until you were begging him writhing under him as he forced orgasm after orgasm from you. His grunting and moaning in your ear melodic turning you on more fearing youll never be able to stop.

You had chosen your husband your father so desperately wanted for you. Sandor clegane. After that night sandor became more protective over you more ‘obsessed’. He would over work the new recruiting knights so they would have more to do just to slip away and take you in the library or in the gardens maze.

He craved you not just your body but your soul, your smile, your laugh, your presence. He was still assigned to you regardless of you no longer trying to escape the walls.

When Stannis invaded he took you with him and you both heading back to the vale. Even though Sandor wasn’t the ideal choice your father had thought of for you he allowed the marriage seeing how happy you made each other. Even after already being his it didn’t stop Sandors need for you. And you would need him all the more.

I hope you liked this once again sorry for the late response lol…im in LOVE with sandor clegane and will virtually never turn down a sandor head cannon or blurb!!

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Fox and the Hound

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

Cw for chapter- alcohol consumption on 18+ words and themes overall. Slight angst.

// A/N: just wanted to apologize for the broken links at the beginning of the book since i changed my username they haven’t been working but i assure you I’ll get to fixing them. I will also end up making a goggle docs with the entire book for downloading when this series ends//

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CHAPTER 15

“Sandor” you speak your voice soft as it fills his ears. He looks up to you awakening from his sleep a kind and welcoming smile sits on your face as his vision slightly clears his finger tips running up and down your nude side as the night before now was filled with much needed passion.

“y/n.” he speaks your name, somehow feeling slightly foreign. The sleep from his eyes is not yet completely clear as your shape and frame begin to come into the dim morning light shining through the curtains of your shard chamber, the morning sun heating the room.

“Sandor.” your voice sounds again as it sounds more distressed.

“What? I'm right here.” he says, his voice sounding more muffled in his own ears.

“SANDOR! AHHH” you scream a blood curdling scream.

Sandor jolts away as his horse lets out a soft snort of the fire that was burning far enough away that when it pops none of the coals get on him yet he can still feel the warmth, now burnt out to a mere smoke.

“Fuck.” he grumbles sitting up rubbing his hand down his face wiping the blurring sleep from his eyes.

Now he's dreaming about your torment, great. The last thing he needs is to be drunk with you on his way to finding his way back.

Having fallen asleep outside Planky town after setting up a quick camp, Sandor is back up again to put out the rest of the fire and gather his things before getting back onto the horse and heading to sunspear. The fishmongers and ship traders won't be out for another hour as it's dawn and the sun has only barely risen above the mountain line, but that seems to be all the time he needs.

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Tying up the horse outside the town of sunspear he walks through a cape he stole from his pass through the vaith draped over his shoulder and the hood hiding his face well enough for people not too notice, although his height and large stature is another thing the thriving village marketers seem to be aware of.

The smell of rotting fish and sweaty overworked men fill his nose causing him to cringe a bit as he walks through the fishing posts to the ship traders docks. A short line of three men is lifted fast before Sandor gets to the head trader.

“You. I need to know if a woman and young squire passed through here some days ago." Sandor speaks his voice is husky and deep.

“You're gonna need to be more specific than that, a lot of fair maiden and young men pass through these parts, it's a market after all.” The man with a deep Irish accent speaks looking up to the 6 '7 man.

“She would be dressed nice and he’d be a fucking squire.” Sandor says gruffly as having been lost from you for around a week or two now has been fiddling with his head.

“No need for tha’ kinda langue now is there!” the smaller man speaks.

“The princess of volantis.” Sandor says, pulling his hood off. The man gasps, taking a fearful step back as sandor towers over him.

“Y-you're the hound aye ‘ou are.” the man says in shock.

“A band of king's men came a throu’ ‘ere lookin f’er the likes of you.” the trader speaks with a slight shake in his voice.

“The princess!” Sandor grunts, grabbing the man.

“No’r I swear it. Don't yah think i'd notice if the damn princess of Vol’antis came through here. Looking fer my own ship to sail.” The trader chuckles is slight fear.

Sandor lets him go, stepping aside for the actual paying customers as his mind once again runs wild with everything and anything that could've happened to you, the dead horse in his path could mean a dead you.

“Oi yah Hound ser, no princess has come through my part as of yet, but you best be tryi’n the innkeep. A princess like one yer search’in for would wan’ a roof ov’r her ‘ead to sleep the night away.” The ship trader says clearing sandors head a bit as he point the larger man toward the stone path way showing his the inn sign hanging from afar. With out thanking the ship trader sandor heads twords the sign walking a fast pace for his larger size.

Opening the door he ducks his head slightly so as to not knock it on the frame; the inn lounge is already half full with the raging market and sleepaway eating breakfast. Sandor walks over the edge and takes a seat in the corner at the empty table not necessarily wanting to be seen.

A young girl no older than 14 comes up to him and sets down a larger mug a bit small in sandor hands however, but nonetheless pours him ale out of the pitcher she holds.

“What can I get for you?” she asks. Her voice is small and quiet, reminding him of you when you first met.

“Chicken and bread.” Sandor says, pulling out the leather pouch of coin which he also stole.

“Th-there's no need ser, it is the lord's day we do not accept coin on such a day.” she says leaving the jug of alcohol in front of him and walks off. Sandor scoffs at the day of religion people take so seriously. Sunday of all days is like no other. He takes the mug of ale to his lips and drinks, quenching his thirst as he gulps it down.

Not even a moment later an older woman, most likely with the innkeeper's wife, sets down a plate of food for him.

“Can I get yer anything else ser?” she asks, wiping her hands off on her apron.

“I'm looking for someone.” Sandor speaks looking at her even while sitting him still at eye level.

“And who might it be m’lord?” she asks.

“The princess of volantis and her attending squire.” Sandor speaks again.

“N-no m’lord i would know if i housed a princess under my roof.” She speaks. Sandor grumbles while taking another drink as the woman walks off. He tries to clear his mind as he eats but yet it's still full of worry and despair. Maybe you hadn't gotten there yet with the long walk it would take, no the amount the horse was decayed yud been here, he told to wait.

Once done he gets up leaving a coin despite it being ‘the lord's day.’ He walks past the overly drunk men laughing and others enjoying their meal but stops when his eyes catch the short brown hair and skinny frame. He turns his head seeing her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks.

“Shit.” Ayra curses under her breath as she turns around to face the giant man she used to protect her sister before she ran away.

“I asked you a question girl. What's a stark bitch like you doing so far." Sandor speaks, stepping closer to her.

“Same as you giant…h-hiding.” She says Sandor scoffs and exits the lounge only for Arya to follow after him.

“W-wait.. I need your help.” she says following him as he walks back up the road to the entrance of town to the horse.

“Fuck off girl.” he demands.

“No, my brother and mother! I need you to take me to them.'' Arya squeaks out as she almost trips over a loose brick in the road. He stops and huffs out.

“Why? Why should I do that for you? I've got my own business girl, one that doesn't concern you.” he speaks.

“I overheard you looking for y/n!” she says, causing him to stop as well.

“I could help you. I-if you get me to the battlegrounds i’ll give you enough coins and men to find her for you.” she says.

“I trade you for a coin then?” sandor speaks

“Yes.” Arya speaks. Sandor sighs shaking his head knowing its going to be a stupid fucking idea.

“Fine.” he replies and continues to walk out of the town.

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DAMNNNBBBB

Against the Rules

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader One-Shot: SMUT

Summary: Bucky's trying to fuck you senseless so you'll have to sleep over. Isn't that how a friends with benefits situation is supposed to work?

Warnings: profanity, overstimulation, praise, mentions of oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talking, somewhat possessive!Bucky, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I've been unreasonably horny bc I haven't had time to spend with the man I'm obsessed with this past week, so I channeled that energy into writing this shit today

Your body can’t take anymore. You’re sure that at any given moment, the last shred of physical strength that you’ve been using just to keep your legs underneath you will unravel and you’ll go crashing to the surface of the bed. You’ve been going at this for too hard, and for too long.

Bucky knows you’re struggling to keep up. He can feel the way your entire body trembles as he fucks his cock into you relentlessly, as he whispers soft praises in your ear to keep you motivated. Every time he bottoms out inside you he fears your knees might give way and you’ll tell him it’s too much, that this is the last time. Truthfully, Bucky doesn’t know why he’s still fucking the shit out of your tight little cunt when he’s already coaxed three orgasms out of you tonight, when he’s already finished inside of two condoms himself. It’s as if he’s stuck in an infinite loop, continuously thrusting into you and tugging your hips back to meet his every single time. He can’t fucking stop.

As the head of Bucky’s cock brushes against your cervix, eliciting a mix of pain and pleasure that only a well-endowed man can draw out of you, you let out a loud moan and tighten your grip on his bedsheets. Your head drops down until your forehead is pressing into the soft fabric of his pillowcase.

“That’s it, you’re taking me so fucking well.” Bucky groans out. Instead of speeding up as you’d expect, Bucky slows down and deepens his thrusts even more. Every slow drag of his cock leaving your pussy makes you subconsciously clench down, your body fighting to keep him buried inside you. “Look at that, baby.” He coos softly, leaning over you until his chest is draped over your back and his lips are grazing the shell of your ear once again. “You’re so tired, so fucked out, but your body just wants more.”

The moan you let out into his pillow is pornographic and embarrassingly needy as you arch your back and shuffle your knees to spread outward a little more. He’s right. Bucky’s always right. You want more.

He’s always taken his duty as your fuck buddy seriously. He always shows up at your door when you call, always lets you in when you find yourself at his door. He lets you vent about your day while he undoes his belt. He gives you advice about upcoming missions while he watches your clothes pile up on the floor beside his bed. He gives you the most godly form of pleasure and relief solely with his body, leaving you satisfied every time. It started out as an occasional activity, only occurring when you had a particularly bad week. After two months, it’s become an addiction. If you aren’t calling him nearly every night of the week, he’s calling you. If you can’t find the time to meet up and get each other off, he finds a way to get you alone during the work week at SHIELD headquarters. Honestly, you’re surprised you haven’t been caught on some kind of surveillance yet. It was just yesterday that he led you into an empty meeting room and laid you on the mahogany table. He spent ten minutes eating you out like your taste was the only thing he’d been able to think about all day.

“Bucky…” His name falls from your lips as you lift your head from the pillow. You watch as his headboard shifts back and forth in front of your face, hitting the wall over and over again with every snap of his hips.

“I know.” He whispers, pressing a kiss against your shoulder as he lessens the intensity of his thrusts. He feels fear coursing through him. Fear that you’ve had enough, that you’ll gather your things and head back to your apartment. It’s why he’s fucking you so damn hard tonight. He secretly hopes that you’ll be too sore to get up and get dressed, too sore to even think about getting out of his bed and leaving him tonight. He wants to fuck you so hard that you have to stay. “I know, baby. I just need one more from you.” He rasps against your skin. He straightens up behind you once more, continuing to fuck you while his hands grip your hips and his eyes take in your arched back and reddened ass. Just one more, he thinks.

“Bucky, you didn’t put another condom on.” His rhythm falters, slowing to a stop while his dick remains sheathed inside you. Fuck. He didn’t put a condom on after the last time he finished. How the hell did he forget? He’s never fucked anyone without one. It’s as if it didn’t even cross his mind when he took the last one off twenty minutes ago.

“Shit.” He groans, screwing his eyes shut and turning his face up to the ceiling. He needs to pull out and put one on if he’s going to finish this. Bucky starts slowly dragging his cock out of you, letting you feel every inch of him against your walls as he goes. “You were just letting me fuck you raw?” A loud moan escapes your lips and you drop your face into his pillow again. He freezes with only the head of his cock still inside you. “Did you…did you want me to fuck you raw?”

“Bucky—“

“You did, didn’t you?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you keep your face tucked into his pillow and your back arched as he holds the head of his cock still just barely inside of you. He gives you another second, another chance to answer. He has little control over his own movements when his right hand tangles in the hair at the back of your head and he tugs you upward until you’re only on your knees, with you back flush against his chest.

“What would you do if I kept fucking you like this? Without anything between us?” He asks lowly, letting his hips move forward only centimeters at a time. This time you moan his name softly, letting your head fall back on his shoulder. “That’s right, you wouldn’t do a damn thing.”

“This is a bad idea.” You point out as he lets half of his length sink into you.

“Then why are you letting me do it?” He questions, pulling his hips back and then thrusting them forward again. He goes a little past halfway this time, making you whimper. “Why are you letting me fuck you raw? Do you want me to cum inside you?”

Bucky picks up the pace, fucking you a little faster and a little deeper, utilizing the majority of his length as his hand falls away from your hair. You end up with one of his hands between your legs, applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit, and his other hand alternating between fondling each of your breasts. When you moan out his name but don’t offer a response to his last query, he heaves a deep sigh before falling back to sit on his legs, pulling you back with him so you end up sitting down right on his throbbing cock. The scream that leaves your parted lips and rings out in the air draws a smirk to Bucky’s face. He knows he’s big, it’s why you’ve only ever been able to ride him after he’s spent time working you up to it. He probably should’ve given you a warning this time, been a bit more gentle, but it’s your fault really. You should’ve answered.

“Fine.” Bucky sighs again, loosening his hold on your hips and giving you an opportunity to get off of his dick. You don’t move a muscle, but he can feel your pussy tightening around his shaft, he can feel your wetness dripping onto his balls as you remain still. “Get off of me and I’ll put a condom on.”

Again, you don’t move. You stay seated on his cock, trying to catch your breath and adjust to his size. You know you should get off like he said, and let him put on some protection before you both make a risky mistake. So, after another second, that’s what you do. You start lifting yourself off of him slowly, letting his length retreat from your entrance inch by inch. When you get to that familiar point where all you feel inside of you is the head of his cock, you have one dangerous little thought. What if you do let him cum inside you?

Bucky witnesses your hesitation and he’s silently praying that this is the moment your legs finally give out, that you’ll fall right back down on his cock and he won’t have a chance to put a condom on. It’s what he wants to happen, but he can’t seem too eager. Not when you’re just his fuck buddy.

“Are you gonna get off, sweetheart?” Bucky asks, his voice low and smooth in your ears as he starts running his palms along the sides of your thighs.

“Yeah.” You whisper in response.

When you sit back down on Bucky’s lap, taking the entirety of his length in one go, you catch him by surprise. You feel his cock twitch inside of you and his fingers dig into the sides of your waist as he strains to hold his load.

“Fuck.” He groans, trying his best to compose himself as you start sliding up and down on his shaft. “I thought you were getting off.”

“I am.”

The moment turns into a filthy rendition of doggystyle, with Bucky fucking you as you’re face-down ass-up and his headboard scuffing up his bedroom wall. When his neighbor bangs on the wall, signaling that you’re both being too loud, Bucky only fucks you harder. He angles his thrusts just right, hitting that spot inside of you that only he can reach.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Bucky pants the words out between thrusts, letting his head fall back as he continues to rail you into the mattress. You’re at the point where you can’t even feel the rest of your body, the only thing you can feel is the way Bucky’s cock fits so perfectly inside you. You focus on it, the repetitive thrusts and outward drags of his length against your walls, the filthy melody of wet sounds and skin-slapping that fills the room and penetrates the walls all around, surely driving Bucky’s neighbors mad. “Fuck, baby.”

You feel every single drop of warmth in your lower stomach as Bucky loses control and cums inside of you. You feel every twitch of his cock as your pussy clenches around him and begs for more. You feel used, in the best way. Your fourth orgasm washes over you like a raging tidal wave, sweeping your knees out from under you and forcing you to collapse onto Bucky’s bed. He stops pulling out so far and starts grinding into you as he praises you through your high, peppering kisses and gentle bites along the side of your neck and your right shoulder.

“You’re sleeping here tonight.” He whispers against your skin, still softly rutting into you.

“That’s against our rules.” You remind him. Your voice is raspy from all of the moaning and screaming that’s taken place tonight and he loves it. It reminds him of the time you let him fuck your throat and you had a raspy voice for an entire day afterward. Everyone else thought you were catching a cold. Only Bucky knew that you’d been on your knees, swallowing his cock like such a good girl the night before.

“Cumming inside you was against the rules too.” He counters, pulling out almost completely before giving you one more hard thrust. “So…you’re going to sleep in my bed, full of my cum…” He gives you another hard thrust, making sure his load is thoroughly fucked into you. “And you’re going to fucking like it.”

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Bent Over

Summary- You may be Bucky’s assistant but your still is pretty wife. When the other board members take a liking to you bucky puts them in their place by showing them exactly who you belong two.

Cw- literally just smut basically, P-in-V, Unprotected, doggystyle, hair pulling, choking kink, Sargent! Authority kink, reader has long hair and wears heels, Afab reader, brief mention of drool, dirt talk, public sex, exhibitionistm kink, dom/sub, Dom!bucky, CEO!bucky, assistant reader, spanking, pet names, brief clit play, bucky fucking you raw over the meeting table with others watch. SLIGHTLY PROOF READ.

A/N this is by far the most….UNHOLY thing I’ve ever written in my 11 years of writing fanfiction and smut so i encourage you to read the content warning above and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

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You've worked for Bucky for hydra company since you were born. You previously worked for your father Alexander Pierce when you turned 14. But when his assistant double crossed him and killed him, that same assistant, James Buchanan Barnes took over the company at 18. At first you hated him having nothing left, not like your father was good. Of course the company should've gone to you..and well it did but at 14 years old it wasn't yours to run.

You two would bicker and often hand in hand fight regardless of being his assistant. Many year later and many fail assanation attempts on him you married him. You've been James's assistant for 11 years, and you've been married to him for 3. Your bickering had ended in a lust induced fight that led to feeling being expressed at gunpoint then a rough night that left you partially, and deliciously crippled the next morning, which prompted Bucky to make you breakfast in bed and draw you a bath.

Your work relationship is far different from home. At home he never lets you only want you whether that's wrapping his arms around you for a cuddle or being balls deep in your cunt.

At work however he's the right amount of distance and so are you. It's become a mutual thing to not let anyone know in the tower that you and the big boss are married.

You walk into the building holding a tray of coffees and an arm full of files. Your hair up in a ponytail, you wear a black knee high pencil skirt with a fairly loose but classy dark blue blouse, your black stockings paired with the jet black louis vuittons red bottoms bucky bought you last week.

“I made the coffee run.” you say setting the tray down in the office room.

Everyone who orders comes scrambling to their order without a thank you as usual.

“You do a lot around her, don't you miss pierce.” you hear an older man's voice speak and you turn to see one of the board members and the other men on his team behind him.

“Welcome Mr Cain you are early..i'll have to let mr barnes know.” you say pursing your lips in slight annoyance.

“Yes well i'm not going to miss a chance at this pretty face now am I?” he says lifting your chin you pull away from him.

“Excuse Me.” you say before turning back and walking down the hall area. They of course unauthorizedly follow close behind you. You stop at bucky's office doors as the desk girl presses the button allowing the doors to open you step in seeing bucky standing over to the window watching the morning view of the city as he shines up his metal hand, which your father gave him after a coup was sent on him he used bucky as a human shield.

“Mr barnes. It appears Mr Cain has arrived early.” you says

“Love the way you say my name sweetheart.” Cain speaks slapping your ass making you jump and wanting you punch the ever living outta him.

“Hmm.” Bucky hums as he turns to see Mr cain.

“Are the others here?” he asks you.

“No sir…they will be arriving at 8. Like you asked.” you say knowing bucky will be pissed off at cain with being early and treating you as such. A small smile forming on your face.

“You're 15 minutes early Cain. Were you offered coffee or bourbon? " Bucky says.

“No james-” Cain begins.

“Good.” Bucky cuts him off. He looks to you and holds out his hands for the files. You walk over to him handing them to your beloved husband. He takes a moment to look through the pages.

“Early Mr Cain but lacking in so many areas, your files aren't in the stock.” he says.

“I had it transferred digitally.” Cain speaks proudly. Bucky tilts his head to the side slightly and nods a bit before handing the files back to you. You walk to the cabinet and bend down to sort them into the right orders. You hear a crash and a grunt knowing Cain is face down on the table and Bucky is holding him there.

“Im old school Cain i like the files printed, i also like to be on time, not early, not late…on. Fucking. Time.” bucky huffs cain struggles against the cold black marble desk.

“Understood?” Bucky asks.

“Y-yes..sir..” Cain gurgles out. Bucky lets him go and stands up fixing his suit.

“Good. I'll see you in um….10 minutes. Office room 8. y/n.” bucky says looking at you as you close the files cabinet.

“Yes sir?” you ask completely unfazed but the situation as Cain picks himself up.

“Send the maid in to clean up the mess and get room 8 ready for the meeting… also escort Mr Cain out and show twords the room.” he says you nod your heels clicking against the tiled floor as you walk out cain following you.

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You stand on the side of the door way welcoming the men of the board into the meeting room one by one they all join in and in some way in their own eye fuck you, or get a touch of you in some way.

They all take their seats and bucky walks in after them. You're about to close the door when he stops you.

“I'll need you for this one doll.” He says he never calls you his personal nickname at work.

“S-sir?” you ask

“Come on love.” he says, taking your hand leading you into the room. He takes a seat at the head of the table as usual and you stand beside him.

“So I realize that we are gathered here for the section rating. How our router facilities are going and what we are going to do about the one that got taken down. Simply kill the one in charge, the router taken down, and forty the rest." Bucky begins.

“In the budget.” someone begins. Bucky holds his hand up.

“The budget is not the problem. The problem is that we have to much money and aren't using it to put more into the structure..but that's not the problem i want to address today no…the harassment and sexualization of my wife is getting out of hand.'' Bucky speaks and stands up pushing his chair back.

“J-james.” you speak quietly.

“I don't know what you men think but i think that the only one here who gets to touch her is me…don't you?” bucky speaks undoing his belt, your knees feel of jello and a shiver goes up your spine.

Bucky pulls you to him and presses his lips to yours deeply he grips a handful of your ass before pushing you back against the table, your back laying against it he pushing up your skirt and rips open the front of your shirt.

“I think you all need a fuckign lesson about who my assistant is and your gonna sit their like good students and fucking watch.” bucky grunts out as your laced bra is exposed he grips your neck pulling you up to him and gently takes out your ponytail letting your hair fall.

“What do you think of these dirty old men touching you honey?” he asks you. You bite your lip making a bucky smile knowing what that does to him.

“Your hands trails down his front to his crotch feeling the bulge already full in his pants straining against the fabric. You pull down the zipper causing him to slip out, you take him in your hand giving his length a few good strokes before he pushes back against the table he moves your panties to the side briefly only to rip them off throwing them in the room. With out warning or prep he enters you roughly you mouth falls open and a moan escapes as he begins to fuck up into you.

“n-ngh..James.” you gasp out in pleasure.

“Come on princess, don't hide those pretty sounds from us.” he says a violent blush fills your face but the arousal going on between your legs blurs out any embarrassment. Your husband is fucking you out silly, on the table of the meeting room infront of the entire board and you are loving every second of it.

“Come on doll you gotta l–let em know who you belong to. You the fuck put tha pretty ring on your finger?” bucky huffs.

“Y-you did ahh. Fu-fuck.. You did.” you maon out in fragments as he pulls you bra down exposing your tits gripping one and continuing to fuck you his thumb brushing over your hardend bud and the stimulation in you cunt is enough for you cum once.

“F-fuck james..ah” you grip his hand as your cunt squeezes around his cock.

“Come on love you cant keep this a secrect you fucking cumming?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“Y-y-yes ah..m-more please.” you ask breathlessly. He pulls out of you for a quick moment before turning you on your stomach and taking you from behind. Your nails claw at the table as he pounds into you.

“Come on honey gotta show em your gorgeous face dont yah.” he pulls you up you back against him his left hand around your neck making your eyes roll back in pleasure and happiness on the dominance he has over you. While his other hand reaches down to your clit rubbing and playing perfectly.

“Ah! AH” you moan out a broken gasp as your knees merge in over stimulation.

“Come on… take it like a good girl.” Bucky groans into your ear knowing that the other men can absolutely hear him.

Your arms reach about your head holding onto bucky as best as you can, your tits bouncing freely, men both looking away and can't take their eyes off the display right in front of them.

“Come one baby you gonna fucking cum for me again huh?” bucky grunts.

“Y-yes ah fuck yes.. Please i- i want it so b-bad. Please im your..ah please sargent” you beg. Bucky knowing full well he has you in the palm of his hand now with how cock drunk he's easily gotten you.

His hold around your neck loosens and he lets you back onto the table pressing his hand onto the small of your back feeling the arch making him groan.

“Such a good fucking girl for me huh? For everyone here being so fucking obedient.” bucky barks out sending a harsh slap on your ass for you only making you clench around his cock. Surging pleasure though him. Skin slapping against skin as he fucks you out.

“Fuck.” he huffs. He grips your hair pulling your head back, your drunken expression facing all the men drool dripping as your tongue hangs out. The pleasurable tears stinging the sides of your eyes blurring your vision.

“I- im gonna c-cum ah- fuck.. Please please ah..” you messily beg.

“Come on doll cum.” he demands out from you a few more thrusts later he has you cumming for the second time. His thrusts become weaker and sloppy as he curses with a rough few thrusts in you emptying his load into your pussy filling you up. He pushes his hair back as he pulls out of you. Bucky gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before lifting you up against him your fucked you dazed happy expression is glowing for the others in the room.

“obedience..is taught gentleman respect is earned. Any of you flaccid fucking shit faces touch her again or dare to question my authority with USLESS BOARD MEETINGS… Ill send someone to each and everyone of you and put a bullet or two right between your fucking eyes. Is that Understood?” Bucky speaks.

“Yes sir.” they all say in broken unison.

“Get the fuck out.” Bucky says they scramble out gathering their things and falling out the door before it's just the two of you left. You giggle out a tired giggle.

Bucky tucks himself back into his pants, setting you down gently and brings his chair over.

“Come here doll. You alright?” he asks you nod looking at him with lust filled eyes.

A smile fills his face as his thumb brushes against your cheek. He sits you down in his chair.

He takes off his jacket, placing it around you. “Come on honey imma take you home i don't think you can work today or tomorrow.” he smiles before kissing your lips.

“W-we should do this again then yeah?” you ask as he picks you up bridal style.

“Id be happy to fuck you infront of the presedent next week.” he chuckles. Making you laugh.

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Do you do blurbs at request by any chance? if not feel free to ignore <3

I do indeed what do you have in mind.

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my mom, after a long period of silence: what's on your mind?

me, who has been vividly imagining getting fucked disrespectfully by a middle-aged man: nothing :)

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Fox and the Hound

Cw for chapter- mention of animal death (horse), mention of pregnancy, 18+ words and themes overall. Slight angst.

// A/N: just wanted to apologize for the broken links since i changed my username they haven’t been working but i assure you ill get to fixing them so you all can access all of the chapters i will also end up making a goggle docs with the entire book for downloading when this series ends//

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Chapter 14

“Sandor!” Beric speaks holding the reins of the largest horse leading it through the many other men who saddle up their horses with gear for trip.

Sandor turns to see beric with the horse looking normal sized next to himself. Sandor takes the reins of the stroking its muzzle and nods.

“Why don't you join us for the whole trip then, to lys and back?” Barrack asks.

“I told you dondarrion I'm parting my ways at lys.” Sandor gruffly speaks as he tightens up the straps on the horse that are supporting the saddle bags.

“Yes you did…but there is much more than a woman and squire is there not? A man so brute as you couldn't be bothered with little things such as that no can you..” Beric speaks again, getting back on sandors nerves.

“Keep talking and rip off your lips.” Sandor barks at the other man.

“Right then…heading east to lys it is…” Beric says finally dropping the subject only to plan to revisit later in the journey.

“Lets go!” Beric yells everyone mounts their horse before taking formation and doing last check overs of their horse and gear including Sandor whose mind now runs wild the thought of you and the babe that resides in your belly. He wonders of the names you've thought about, if you've even thought of any. He wonders if he had made the right choice in sending you off with the horse and not letting the other men capture you as well, maybe, just maybe, you'd still be by his side. He’d still be able to hold you in his arms right now as you both rode to the edge of the sands to acquire on to lys. Sandor mounts his horse and kicks it up to the front next to Beric as they begin the journey.

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Riding next to Beric isn't the worst of the trip nor is the fact that the horse keeps spooking at every rustle of a tumbleweed. But thoros singing the shitty off key tavern songs is the worst.

“Will you shut the fuck up! You've been singing for 12 bloody miles, if you can even call that pig squealing singing." Sandor retorts at thoros who rides just a few men behind him.

“Come on now clegane a song cannot hurt on a journey.” thoros chuckles leading other men to have a laugh as well.

“It is when it's 12. FUCKING. MILES OF IT!” Sandor yells out causing them all to wipe the smile off their faces.

“Come on thoros as much as i enjoy the voice the lord has given you cease it for now a bit of quiet to listen to nature with do us some good.” barrack says. ‘There's not an ounce of much nature around. Sand and more sand’ sandor thinks. Finally some quiet. Until Beric begins speaking again.

“Your girl then clegane? The princess of volantis, i have only heard stories mere tales of her beauty, kindness. Of course they say the same of Joffrey's handsomeness and courage but he's quite average and weak-” Beric goes to speak but Sandor cuts him off before he can continue what will be a monologue.

“Do you really want to know why so badly!?” Sandor snaps at the barrack who just nods. Sandor scoffs, tightening his hold on the reins before continuing.

“A babe.” Sandor speaks.

“Ah…yours then?” Beric asks, Sandor nods in return.

“An heir to the Volantian throne with veins surging with Clegane blood. A boy?” Beric asks

“Don't know. When your band of hogs ambushed us we got separated.” Sandor says. Beric stops his horse leading Sandor to do so as well.

“You want to get back to your family..I understand that. I never had any family but these men who follow me are as close as it gets.” Beric says.

“If you want them to stay that way, you’ll get me to sunspear.” Sandor replies. Beric nods as he dismounts his horse.

“We camp here for the night.” Beric speaks, holding the reins to the horse.

“What are you doing?” Sandor asks.

“Resting.” beric answers as he ties the horses reigns up on a near by dead tree.

“We can do well now and make it to the vaith in the morning.” Beric says.

“We can very well make it to vaith now!” sandor barks out at beric.

“Have you got any coin, Clegane? We’d need a pretty penny to give away to the innkeeper to house us all. Especially your large self.” Beric speaks. Sandor Huffs getting off the horse and heading for Beric.

“You said-” he began but Beric put his hand on his chest.

“-and I'm keeping my promise. I will get you to your wife and child. I'm keeping my word.” Beric replies.

“Come now clega-” thoros begins but before he can continue sandor pulls himself back up on the horse and kicks off forcing the horse to run and leave the others behind. Thoros is about to draw his bow and arrow when beric holds up his hand.

“Let him go. I think it’ll be best." Beric says and shakes his head.

“WE SHALL MEET AGAIN CLEGANE!” Beric yells his word barley notable as the horses hooves are heavy in the mountains dusted pas

Sandor rides through the mountain pass to the vaith annoyed with beric delaying his journey even further. He had a plan, and he intends to stick to it. The sound of screeching overhead stops him as he looks up, slowing down the horse. Vultures circling above he moves the horse over down the rock patch to see the cumulative birds feasting on a dead horse. A glint of something hits his eyes as he gets off the horse and bends down seeing the emblem on the horse's reins. A king's landing horse..your horse. Or at least the one he stole when you both left.

“Fuck!” he huffs looking around seeing a cloth that has been dirtied. He picks it up, seeing it's a part of your dress.

“Shit! Fuck!” he stands and gets back on the horse riding down the rest of the way and finding his way to the vaith.

His mind runs wild with the scenarios of why your horse is dead on the mountain pass. Robbers, the kinglanding raiding party caught up to you and joss, anything and everything worries him. His mind only running with thought of you and your safety his only hope to know if you're okay is too skip sleep in the vaith and head straight for sunspear.

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!RICH !MOB BOSS !CEO BUCKY X !GIRLFRIEND READER during covid

Bucky takes you out shopping as you’ve been coupled up inside for too long and things are starting to open back up again. He takes you a store he knows you'll enjoy and you try on and test out the shoes and bags and accessories and when your done you bring up a pair of shoes and a shirt to him holding it out.

“Did you not like anything else?” He asks placing his hand on your waist.

“I-i did but..” you begin but end up trailing off as you’ve always been worrisome of money but Bucky always tells you not to he is the richest man virtually ever. Powerful and not to mention handsome.

“Im tired of Amazon delivers doll.” He says looking you in your eyes the black mask he wears somehow making him a thousand percent hotter leaving his blue eyes to shine through.

“The um black hand bag with the gold lining i-i liked tha-“

“We’ll take everything she tired on today.” Bucky cuts you off and turns to the sales associate. She nods and grabs another coworker as they begin to collect the things you tried in your size. Bucky takes the shoe box and shirt out of your hands handing it to one of the girls.

Once you both leave the establishment the body guards carrying bags after bags he pulls down your mask and his and kisses your lips.

“Today is about you honey what else do you wanna do?” He asks looking into your eyes you smile which makes him smile.

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Fox and the Hound

CHAPTER 13

Cw for chapter- Animal death (graphic), mention of vomit, 18+ words and themes overall. Slight angst.

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Sandor huffs sitting in the corner as far away from the fire as possible.

“Come on clegane warm up will yah?” thoros says.

“Fuck off.” he grunts out shifting away.

“Leave him be thoros.” Beric says sitting next to sandor.

“I fucked you up well.” Sandor chuckles looking at barrack right side which he nearly split the man in two just moments ago.

“Aye, but lord of light has granted me movement and health.” Beric speaks, holding up his arms seemingly magically healed. Sandor hums in response.

“My men tell me you weren't alone when they found you.” Beric says.

“Found me? Eh..they ambushed me piled on top of me like wrangling a fucking swine." Sandor releases but Beric still waits for his answer.

“Yes i wasnt alone… had my stupid fuckign squire and-” he stops himself not wanting to say anything more, let alone anything about you.

“And?” Beric prods as the unfinished answer.

Sandor sighs rolling his eyes before answering once more.

“My wife,” he speaks again.

“The volantis princess?” Beric asks. Sandor nods.

“I heard of your wedding of what king joffrey had done to her brother he's with the lord of light now-”

“OH will you shut the fuck up about that lord of light bullshit!” Sandor stands up about to walk out when four men run into the cave.

“My lord we've spotted a Lannister raiding party.”

“How many?” Beric asks.

“No more than 15.” the man replies.

“Where are they headed and how far?”

“Headed east across the essos most likely making a stop at lys, and just two miles off here twords hellholt.” the man answers Beric.

“I need a horse.” Sandor grabs Beric , pulling him to him.

“You're joining us?” he asked.

“Once he hit lys im taking a ship straight to volantis i dont give a rats ass about your religious cunts. I'll follow you until then. Understand.” Sandor says Beric nod knowing he wants to get back to you more than anything. Dispute his effort to try and hide it he knows that his squire and you arnt the only thing he wants to get back too there has to be something else. And something, someone, else there is.

“We leave at dawn. Your horse will be tethered outside.” Beric assures. Sandor lets go of him and nods.

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Dawn hits as you and joss ride on the horse you've both spent the night at an inn in hellholt the last night and the journey through the mountains before the vaith is something you've both need to get over with before taking on the rest of the nearing towns.

“When we get there we’ll sell the horse for extra coin my lady.” joss says. You nod mindlessly.

“S-stop..” you say he stops the horse and gets off a slight bit of struggle before landing on the ground and hurrying to the side only to cough up your breakfast.

“My lady!” joss says worriedly you hold up a hand to him.

“N-no..im fine.” you say holding your stomach hoping the nausea wave will pass before continuing on through the bumpy terrain on horseback. You cough standing up straight before going back to the horse which you've now realized you can not get back up onto so you take the reins and lead it to a fairly high rock and climb onto the rock before hoisting yourself onto the horse.

“Are you alright my lady?” joss asks.

“Yes i'm perfectly fine, probably not in the condition for heavy travel but considering the circumstances it will have to do.” you say before leading the horse to go on.

“Do you really believe in the lord clegane?” joss asks.

“About?” you answer.

“That…h-he will find us. I know what I said before but I just..” he trails off.

“Don't talk like that…we have to focus on getting to volantis and then if not we will send a raven.” you say now being the one to lift spirits. He nods.

“My apologies.” he says. You take a breath in filling your lungs with air before letting it out watching ahead.

“How are your injuries?” you ask him.

“I'm alright. just bruised.” he says you nod to him continuing on. You look, seeing a sign. ‘Town of vaith 2 miles’

“Almost there.” you say to joss. Just as you do the horse takes a miss step sending you and joss falling off.

You both hit the ground, the wind getting knocked out of you as you keel over coughing trying to catch your breath. The squeal of the horse blaring out.

“M-my lady!!” joss runs to you. You hold your stomach, catching your breath.

“I-i'm okay. I'm okay.” you say getting up.

“No..no no.” you hurry to the horse as it lays on the ground, its leg clearly broken. You need the horse to get to sunspear, pass vaith, and walking across miles and miles of pure land can't be conquered by you.

“Its leg.” you say to joss kneeling in front of the horse trying to keep it calm in its pained state.

“M-my lady we-....we have to put it out of its misery we cannot leave it here.” he says. You nod, feeling bad for the creature.

“H-help me get our things off.” you say getting up pulling off the bags of your money and a few clothes. Joss places them down on the side away from the beast.

“Can you do it?” you ask him, looking at the suffering horse. He slowly nods unsure yet sure enough to do so.

“I-i've seen some of the knights put down their horses…they c-cut the throat…there.” he points. Pulling out the dagger sandor left in the bag. Your heart clenches at having to hurt a living animal. Put the pain it's in to overcome any other fear or worry you have.

“Okay…” joss whispers to himself, walking over to the horse and kneeling down in front of it.

“You should look away my lady.” he says to you. You nod and turn your head waiting for the horse's ragged breath to stop. A few seconds go by but nothing, you can still hear the horse whining in pain. You look back at joss who holds the knife above his head looking into the horse's eyes.

***

‘How do you kill so easily?’ you ask Sandor as you rest your head on his chest.

‘It's not something I like to do…but when youre life in against another's will, your will to live may be stronger. Just don't look them in the eyes, seeing a soul leave a host will never not be a hard one.’ he says to you his voice vibrates through your ears.

‘Mm’ you answer.

‘Don't tell me you're planning on killing anyone anytime soon, little fox?’ he asks. You shake your head nod with a giggle.

‘I could never.’ you say.

***

“Joss.” you say looking at him he looks up at you tears streaming down his face. He is a boy after all.

You hold out your hand as he stands up.

“M-my lady…” he says. You take the dagger out of his hand before kneeling down and quickly as if you'd done it before cutting the horse's throat and immediately it stops. It stops breathing, it stops moving, it stops all together. A splatter of blood hits your cheek as you look ahead at the mossy rocks in front of you. You look down to get up only to catch a glimpse of the light in the horse's eye dull out.

You let out a shaky breath fully standing.

“H-how far is sunspear?” you ask joss.

“Too far to walk on foot my lady. But.. salt shore is 2 miles from vaith to the right.” he says.

“And they have a shipping dock there, yes?” you ask.

“Yes my lady.” he nods. You wipe off your cheek with your sleeve and pick up a bag.

“We’ll head to vaith see if we can find another horse and if not…we walk to the salt shore.” you say.

“Yes my lady.” joss nods as he picks up the other bag, slugging it over his shoulder. You both begin the trek down the mountain to the town of vaith.

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