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Arya and Gendry

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Reblogging so hopefully more people read this. I feel the same way about AI, and this is an important conversation to have right now, in the fanfic community too.

i will have more to say once i've gathered more information, but for now, i just want to make something very clear:

i do not consent to having my fics fed to AI in any capacity, for any reason whatsoever. and i think it is deeply unethical to use an author's work to create an AI chatbot without, at the very least, asking the author's permission first.

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Is it just me or do some songs just sound like summer?

#music #summer

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Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 15: Casual Sex

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Summer was drawing ever more tantalizingly close. The trees and bushes all around campus were green once more, and midterms had come and gone. The Thursday the week after was the first day it was warm enough to leave her jacket behind at her dorm, and Arya felt restless.

An hour before her last class of the day was set to start, Arya ambushed Gendry as he walked out of his. 

Grasping onto his shoulders and pushing up on her toes to reach his ear, she whispered, “I’m going to be at the Crossroads Pub tonight. Who knows what kind of mysterious stranger I could meet there.”

Surprise was evident on Gendry’s face, not because he didn’t know exactly what Arya was plotting — it was number 25 on the list — but because it was something they had been planning to do over summer term, not smack dab in the middle of the school year when they both were so busy with tests and essays and reading, so much reading.

“You sure?”

Arya nodded, kissed his cheek, and walked away, knowing that Gendry was watching her ass the entire way down the hallway.

That night, Arya sat at the bar, taking pulls of a cheap Braavosi beer, waiting for something, anything, to happen.

She was up at the counter ordering a second bottle when a stranger with dark, almost black, hair came up behind her.

“That’ll be on me,” he told the barkeeper, tossing a small stack of low-number dollar bills on the table. “I’ll have what she’s having.”

The bottles clinked together as the guy on the other side of the bar set them down on the counter. Arya took one, and the mysterious man with piercing blue eyes picked up the other, his arm stretching around her body to reach it. 

“You’ve got good taste,” he said as they stepped back, letting the next customer order their vodka soda. 

“Could say the same of you,” she said, grinning like a devil.

They both tipped their bottles back and took a long drink.

In the span of a single song, the mystery man had guided her into the throng of people dancing. His muscular arms wrapped around her scantily clad body, gripping onto the skin of her hips, which were bare above the low cut of her jeans.

Rocking back into the man with every pulse of the beat, Arya could feel him growing hard against her backside. And she didn’t even know his name. She felt his hands wander upward to squeeze her breast through her thin mesh shirt, leaving only the sheer fabric and the cup of her bra between his flesh and hers. 

His mouth moved down to her neck as they swayed together, his hot breath sending prickles down her spine.

“I bet you taste good too,” he said, gently biting her ear.

“Why don’t you find out? My hotel room is just across the street.”

Together, they headed toward the door of the pub, pushing out into the warm spring night, thankful for the fresh air.

Getting up to the hotel room, they didn’t speak any words. It was just magnetism, stolen touches in the elevator, and Arya getting pushed up against the wall outside her room and kissed thoroughly to the point where she could feel it in her toes. They didn’t need words. They only needed to fuck.

The second the door closed behind them, the stranger was pulling off her shirt, yanking down the cups of her bra, mouthing at her nipples, feeling around her body down to her covered pussy, the fabric of the jeans starting to dampen all the way through.

“What’s your name?” his rich, warm voice flooded her as he moved her toward the bed.

Arya unhooked her bra and started unbuttoning her pants. “Does it matter?”

And soon they were both naked, and Arya was spread out on the sheets, clothing piled up on the floor all around them.

The man didn’t slow down to learn all her curves and edges. Didn’t kiss his way all the way over her skin and down to her pulsing clit, pulsing like the music they’d danced to at the bar.

He sucked marks on her neck that would show for days after, a reminder that he’d been there, so that even when she couldn’t quite picture his face anymore, she’d still remember him.

Arya held on to his strong arms as he slid inside her, a part of her exhilarated by what she was doing, something she’d never done before, letting a stranger fuck her.

He slid in and out of her. Her name never once left his lips, and she did her best to keep from screaming his. When he lifted up off her to wrap his lips around her nipple, the only thing she could think or feel was the pleasure of being used only for release and using someone for her own. She came first, and with a few hard thrusts, he came too.

A few hours later, when Arya’s eyelids started fluttering open after having drifted off to sleep in the comfortable hotel bed, she looked over at Gendry, who was sound asleep beside her. 

They had crossed one more thing off their list, and with each new thing they tried, they were one encounter closer to finishing it. And, she had to assume, finishing the list would mean it was time for their little partnership to end. For the first time since they started hooking up, Arya admitted to herself she wasn’t ready for it to.

#arya x gendry #gendrya kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #gendrya kinktober 2023 #gendry #gendrya #arya stark

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Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 14: Rough Sex

It started when they heard thumping on the wall Gendry shared with Pod.

“Is that Pod?” Arya asked sleepily, lifting her head off of Gendry’s chest.

“Looks like someone’s getting lucky at 2 a.m. Should we go over there and tell him we’re trying to prep for finals?”

“You’re so bad, Gendry Waters.”

“If you say so.” In one smooth motion, Gendry rolled over on top of her.

His naked skin pressing into hers sent a pulse of want through her, and suddenly going back to sleep seemed not as important anymore.

“Am I getting lucky now?” Arya asked, sliding her thigh up his side.

“You’re always lucky, Arry. You met me, didn’t you?”

There was something about the normally self-conscious man when he started getting cocky that really did it for Arya. She slid her hands over his muscled back, only for Gendry to push them back over her head, pinning them to the headboard.

“Shame I lost those handcuffs,” he said, starting to trail kisses down her neck. “You’ll just have to be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

“When have I ever been a good girl?”

Her words seemed to light a fire in him. He straddled her then and moved up her body, his cock hanging over her mouth, the tip just brushing her lips.

“If you’re so bad, suck it then.”

Arya wrapped her lips around the head, and Gendry slid it in faster than she expected, but he pulled it back just as quickly, giving her a chance to breathe.

Every thrust into her mouth seemed to match the unrelenting rhythm of the thumping coming from the other side of the wall.

It didn’t feel like he could get any deeper into her throat when he finally pulled away.

Knowing exactly what he wanted and eager to have his cock inside her, Arya turned over onto her hands and knees. Her throat was sore, and she couldn’t wait to be sore in other places.

The sound had stopped, and all Arya could hear was her own labored breathing.

Gendry brought his tip to her entrance, playing with her clit, getting her wetter and wetter for him. It wasn’t until the pounding returned that he slammed inside her.

“You like hearing Pod fuck, don’t you?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Yes.” It came out almost imperceptibly with a moan as he gripped her hips and pulled her back into him with all the force he knew she could take.

“Bet you’ve been thirsting for him since the day he came over to tell us to be quiet because we were fucking too loud. Bet you liked how worked up we got him.”

Every word seemed to drive Gendry wilder and wilder, and he fucked into her so hard, she had to grab onto the headboard for dear life.

“Looks like the cam guy.” Gendry slowed and held Arya’s hips tight, not allowing for the slight chance his cock could slip out. “The hair. His shoulders. I keep watching him and pretending it’s Pod. I can’t take it.”

Arya grabbed Gendry’s phone from his table and quickly brought up his OnlyBrans account and started playing the livestream that was currently running on his favorite account, and set it to silent so Gendry could still hear the sound of Pod either fucking someone into oblivion or being fucked into oblivion himself.

Gendry’s eyes were glued to the screen, but his hands were still glued to her as he started rocking into her once again. As much as she knew he was picturing Pod’s body and all the things he wanted to do to him, watching the cam guy getting absolutely wrecked by a man whose face was just out of the shot, he needed her. Arya had come to realize she liked being needed.

Every thrust, both on the screen and within herself, drove her higher alongside him, and she also started picturing Pod the way Gendry saw him. The pounding sound on the other side of the door seemed to match the thrusting on screen, driving her imagination wild. For a moment, she thought about what it’d be like if Pod was the one fucking her, what it would be like if the guy in the livestream, who was furiously rubbing his cock while being fucked from behind, was fucking her.

“Break me, Gendry,” she begged, pushing back harder and harder into him, and Gendry started pounding into her with more force than he ever had before, his fingers leaving bruises all along her ribs and hips.

Suddenly, the cam guy’s face came into camera for the very first time. “Fuck!” Gendry shouted, spilling his seed inside Arya, as he looked straight into the face of his neighbor.

Arya came, only realizing she hadn’t been imagining Pod’s face once the pleasure had finished wracking through her body.

“Is that Pod?”

#arya x gendry #gendrya #gendrya kinktober #kinktober 2023 #gendrya kinktober 2023 #arya stark #gendry #kinktober

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Working on my Gendrya Kinktober shorts and my threesome chapter is turning into a beast. I'm at 2,000 words and only just getting to the smut.

#gendrya kinktober 2023 #kinktober 2023 #gendrya kinktober #fanfic

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Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 13: Face Sitting

Spring term came faster than Arya had anticipated, and soon, she and Gendry were both back on campus. The lazy afternoon after their first day of classes brought them back to Gendry’s place. Hot Pie and Lommy were out hitting up parties, and they had the flat to themselves.

“I just realized something,” she said, her head lazily draped over Gendry’s lap as they watched Ancient Wolves on the TV. “We’ve been working through the list for like six months now, and I’ve never sat on your face.”

Gendry flicked the TV off and twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers. “No better time than the present.”

Filled with mischief, Arya smiled, practically launching herself off the couch. Gendry matched her energy, eagerly sliding down until his feet hung over the arm. 

“Your throne awaits, milady.”

Arya rolled her eyes as she slipped her panties down her legs. Her short skirt hid her pussy from his view, but he was still watching. She’d never done this before, not even with her previous partners, and a knot worked its way into her stomach. What if I don’t do it right?

Slowly, she swung a leg over him, keeping her other foot firmly planted on the ground. Gendry played with the hem of her skirt as she shimmied closer and closer to his mouth, and she could almost feel his tongue on her already. For a moment, she hovered over him, just out of his reach, and then he was everywhere.

His tongue slid through her wetness before reaching her clit, and Arya couldn’t help but rock over it, her body instinctively seeking more and more. Wanting only to explode into pieces over him. 

There was something about working her body over him, choosing all the little spots for his tongue to explore and deciding the rhythm. It made her feel powerful. She buried one of her hands in his hair, and the other came up to grope at her own breasts through her thin T-shirt. 

“Fuck. I need more, Gendry, give me more,” she chanted, rocking her nub into him, and he sucked harder and harder.

She came all over his mouth, her wetness dripping down his chin, and after a final tug on his hair, she collapsed, gripping the back of the couch.

“We’re not waiting six months to do that again,” she panted.

“Is fifteen minutes too soon?”

“Gods no.”

#arya x gendry #gendrya kinktober 2023 #kinktober 2023 #gendrya kinktober #kinktober #gendrya #arya stark #gendry

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Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 12: Food Play

“What are you doing?” Sansa’s judgmental voice came from behind, and Arya slammed the fridge shut in surprise.

“What do you mean what am I doing?” Arya replied defensively, crossing her arms over her bra, glad she’d had the presence of mind to toss on Gendry’s old sweatpants before heading downstairs to the kitchen, but she was also keenly aware his sports team name was printed down one of the legs.

It was dark, and the kitchen was only illuminated by a chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling, the soft lighting catching on the sparkles of Sansa’s party dress.

“You’re fucking him! I knew it.”

“Last I checked, that was none of your business,” Arya said, setting the can of whipped cream down on the marble countertop, as if it was to blame for her embarrassment.

Sansa’s shoulders visibly dropped and she went to fill up her glass. “You’re right. You’re right. I’m worried about you though. If you were dating, you’d have told me by now, but it’s clear it’s more than just fooling around.”

Where in Westeros had that come from? “No it’s not,” Arya insisted, leaning into the doorframe. “We literally just made a list of kinks to try because we were curious.”

“Really?” Sansa grinned, taking a drink of water.

“Yeah, we’re calling it the Fuck-It List.”

Sansa immediately started coughing and erupted into stilted giggles. 

“You’re a genius, you know that?” She picked up the forgotten can off the counter and held it out to Arya, her brows furrowing. “I can tell you like him, though. And he looks like he’s half in love with you.” Arya started to protest, but Sansa shook her head. “Just be careful.”

Her sister’s words hung over her head as she brought the whipped cream back to Gendry’s room. They were just friends. Friends who knew each other’s bodies inside and out, but only that. It was what they’d agreed on, wasn’t it? Besides, when they graduated in a little over a year, they’d probably never even see each other again.

The door creaked louder than Arya expected, and she jumped a little at the sound of it, still on edge.

“I come bearing gifts,” she said, trying to sound lighter than she felt.

Gendry smirked when he spotted the can. “I see you brought whipped cream too.” But then he saw her face. “You OK?”

“I ran into my sister in the kitchen. She knows.”

“Oh. You good with that?”

Arya shrugged. “She won’t tell anyone else, so it is what it is at least.”

“I guess you don’t have to try to sneak back to your room in the morning, then.” Gendry walked over and took the can out of her frozen hands. 

Arya looked up into his blue eyes, which were shining with desire and something else, something tender. 

There was only one thing for it. Arya pulled his head down to hers, and fell into the kiss. 

This was, as it always was, merely about crossing something off the list, and the sound of the cream covering her cleavage echoed that.

Gendry pulled down the straps of her bra to lick up the mess he made, and the attention he gave to her nipples made another mess he needed to clean up. But first, he had to get her naked and spread out on the bed. 

Whipped cream made a trail all the way down her torso, and Gendry followed it down to her cunt.

“Next time, we’ll have to do this with hot fudge.” 

Arya laughed. “Add it to the list.”

The rest of the night, her pussy was full, and her mind was empty.

#arya x gendry #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #gendrya kinktober 2023 #gendrya kinktober #arya stark #gendrya #gendry

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Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Update

Just a heads up to everyone that I haven't abandoned Kinktober 2023. Some stuff came up this month that ended up keeping me from writing like I wanted to. I'll be a NaNo rebel this year and counting the rest of Kinktober toward my goal lol. So it'll be a bit of a Kinkvember, I guess. I hope y'all will still enjoy!

#gendrya kinktober 2023 #kinktober 2023 #gendrya kinktober #arya x gendry #gendrya

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That awkward feeling when you have to find a way to explain to all your friends and family that you're dating the guy who they think is your distant cousin but is actually a teenager reincarnated to help you defeat an evil entity -- or the Wendy Wu Homecoming Warrior fanfic I never wrote.

#wendy wu #homecoming warrior #wendy wu homecoming warrior #my otp #fanfics i never wrote

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Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 11: Pool Sex

“We should totally tag along. We’ll be at a fancy manor, there’s a freaking indoor and outdoor pool, and we won’t have to pay a dime.”

For some reason, Arya found it harder than she’d expected to convince Gendry to go on a last-minute Spring Break holiday with Sansa and Margaery. Despite protestations he wouldn’t fit in and that they would be crashing someone else’s vacation, Gendry finally caved.

“I guess if Sansa invited us…”

A day later, they were on a private jet headed to the Reach. Gendry had spent the whole ride fidgeting with the fancy seat and chatting with Margaery about motorcycles, which she happened to have a deep passion for. Arya, on the other hand, spent the flight trying to avoid Sansa’s attempts at telepathic communication. 

Once they’d gotten to the manor, Gendry’s mouth dropped at the size and expensive decorations.

“Aren’t we lucky Grandmother and Daddy had business in King’s Landing this week?” Margaery had proclaimed, tossing her designer bag onto a chaise lounge that looked to be hundreds of years old. 

“Sansa and I are going to a club downtown tonight. Do you want to come along? The limo will swing by in an hour.”

Picking up on Gendry’s apprehension, Arya answered for the both of them, “I think Gendry and I would rather hang out by the pool.”

“Your rooms are up the stairs, second and third doors on the left,” Margaery nodded her head toward the staircase.

“We should probably start getting ready,” Sansa said when her eye contact gymnastics failed. She grabbed Margaery’s hand and started pulling her down the hallway.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Margaery’s melodic voice drifted off into the distance.

After changing into their suits, they made their way to the back of the manor, slipping through giant french doors out onto the backyard. But that wasn’t quite the right word. A small, but nicely kept lawn sprawled out in front of them, and the pool sat in the center of it, a waterfall spilling down into the body of water. Arya almost expected to see koi swimming around inside but was glad to find that it was, in every meaningful way, just a pool. 

“Are all your friends this rich?” Gendry asked, tossing a towel he’d brought down from his room onto a pool chair.

“Of course not,” Arya denied. “Growing up I spent more time with the hotel staff than with people like this.”

“Says the girl whose family owns a hotel.”

“Touché. But if it weren’t for my friends, you wouldn’t be able to see me do something like this.” Brazenly, Arya undid the clasp of her bikini top and flung it out into the grass before jumping in. 

Gendry went silent, as if he wasn’t able to form words anymore.

“Well, aren’t you going to come in?” Arya teased, resting her elbows on the tiled edge of the pool.

Eagerly, Gendry dropped his swim trunks and jumped in. Instead of being greeted by an icy shock to the system, he felt warmth bubbling up inside him, and it wasn’t just the blood rushing to his cock. “It’s heated!”

Arya smiled. “I know something else warm that you can swim in.”

“And what’s that?” he asked, playing along. 

Swimming over to her, Gendry pulled her close and reached a hand down to rub her through her bottoms, but she wasn’t wearing bottoms. When had she taken those off? The thought was clear to see on his face.

“You always surprise me, you know that, Arry.”

Arya smiled, the soft reds of the sunset settling on the water all around her. She wrapped her arms around Gendry, kissing him with all the want that had pent up in her body.

Suddenly, though, she found herself being lifted up into the air and placed on the tile. She squeaked in surprise, but there was no one else around to hear her. Which, as it happened, turned out to be a lucky thing, as Gendry’s tongue on her cunt elicited the kind of moans that would have gotten them into trouble almost anywhere else. 

Gendry’s hands were everywhere. On her hips. Rubbing her nipples. Lifting one of her legs out of the water to get better access to her. And his tongue seemed to explore deeper inside her than he’d ever done before. Soon, her orgasm was wracking through her body, and she was screaming. It was a beautiful thing that couldn’t be contained.

“Fuck, I nearly came just tasting you, Arya. Need to be inside you,” he groaned into her thigh, desperation lacing every word. 

Sliding back down into the warm water, Arya clung to Gendry. The only sound was the soft burbling of the waterfall. Lips lazed along her neck, gentle and warm, as he pushed her against the wall and slipped inside her.

“Still think this was a bad decision?”

“The worst.”

Gendry pushed all the way in, thrusting in a sweet, unrelenting rhythm. It felt like an ocean was crashing all around her, inside her, part of her. Nothing had ever felt so right.

#arya x gendry #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #gendrya kinktober #gendrya kinktober 2023 #arya stark #gendrya #gendry #gendry waters

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Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 10: Monsters

[The one in which Arya is a Stark of Winterfell with the wolf's blood, and Gendry joins in the fun.]

Arya ran through the park, arms spread out, catching the wind. “I’m alive. Take that, Sandor,” she screamed irreverently.

Gendry was stumbling behind her, trying to keep up, his backpack thudding against him with every step. He’d been taken completely aback when, after being inside the exam room for an hour and a half, she walked out the door with a smile on her face. 

“I take it things went well in there, huh?” 

“You fucking bet. I’m free.” As if realizing her backpack was still on her shoulder, she held it up. “I won’t be needing this anymore.”

Arya dropped it on the ground, but Gendry was quick to pick it back up, a laugh rumbling in his chest. “You’ll be needing it again next term, milady.”

“Don’t call me that,” she scolded. “Today I’m a wolf.” She howled. 

“Oh, so we’re doing that then?” Gendry set the bags down by a tree and wrapped his arms around her. 

“I don’t know, depends on if you can catch me.” Arya took off down the path, deeper into the trees. All Gendry could hear was the occasional howl. He howled back in time as dusk settled around them. 

Turning the corner, he spotted her silver sneakers, and he pushed his body even harder, quickly closing the gap. 

Grasping for her arm, he caught her, and buried his face into her neck. They didn’t need words. Their grunts and whimpers said all they needed, and Gendry pushed her front against a tree, reaching to the hem of her skirt. Knowing Arya’s proclivity for not wearing knickers under her skirts, he slid his hand to her center, sliding a finger into her slick folds. 

Moaning, Arya arched her back, pushing herself closer to him. She held onto the tree in front of her for dear life.

Gripping her hips and adjusting the angle, Gendry slid into her, pushing into her hard and fast like an animal. Each thrust drove them higher, and soon, Arya was howling, her orgasm flooding through her. Her tight pussy squeezed around him just right, and he came with her, his cum filling her up. They howled together.

#arya x gendry #gendrya #gendrya kinktober 2023 #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #gendrya kinktober #arya stark #gendry waters

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Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 9: Handcuffs

After an entire term enduring one of the hardest classes she'd ever taken, Arya only had three more days to study for what other students had called the Fatal Final. It was known to single-handedly kill GPAs. Even Gendry had noticed Arya was pushing herself too hard. He'd been showing up at random times to bring her food and make sure she went to bed. It was annoying, but it was also sweet. 

The day he caught her staring vacantly at a wall seemed to be the last straw. Hours later, he'd come by armed with an entire bag filled to the brim.

"Drink this," he'd ordered, pulling out a large water bottle. "If you're not going to take care of yourself, I will."

Next, he pulled out the lava lamp he always kept next to his bed and set it on her desk, the electric blue colors reflecting in his eyes. 

By the time she'd finished the sandwich he'd handed her, her side of the dorm room was a million times cozier, and her textbook had been marooned under her bed, out of sight. 

"Now, tomorrow I'll help you study. But tonight, all you need to do is lay back and relax. And I'm going to make sure you do that."

"Bossy much?" Arya crossed her arms over her chest, the weight of finals still pressing down on her. 

"Well if you listened to Weasel or me, I wouldn't have to be," he scolded playfully, an eyebrow raised. 

That's when he pulled out the handcuffs.

"I guess you might have a point," she said. For the first time in days, she almost forgot about the Fatal Final.

Slowly, Arya slid to her back as Gendry reached for her hands. The crisp click as the handcuffs locked around her wrists sent a thrill down her spine.

Kissing his way down her body, Gendry gave special attention to her neck and collarbones before pulling her shirt up and devoting himself to her nipples. Arya was glad she hadn't felt up to putting a bra on, but there were other places Arya wanted his mouth. A whine escaped her lips at the intense torture of it. She wanted to reach down and pull his mouth lower, but her hands had been cuffed around a post of the bed. There was nothing she could do but endure the longing.

Eventually, he reached her clit, and the first lick was so soft and tantalizing, a promise of more to come. But then he pulled his mouth away, leaving kisses all over the inside of her thighs.

“What are you thinking about right now,” he asked, cheekily.

“Dr. Clegane’s exam.” 

“Mmhmm,” he said, skeptically, before burying his face in her pussy.

Arya tried to hold back her moans, not wanting her neighbors to hear and alert their prudish RA, but it was next to impossible. The only thing she could do was rock her hips harder into Gendry’s tongue.

“Please,” she cried. “I want to cum so bad.”

“What are you thinking about?” Gendry asked, stilling her hips.

“You cock. Gods, your cock.”

With that, he moved back up her body and lined himself up with her wetness. “This is what you get when you don’t take care of yourself.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” And he pushed all the way inside her, filling her up. For the rest of the night, there was only one thing on her mind.

#arya x gendry #gendrya kinktober 2023 #gendrya kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #gendrya #arya stark #gendry #gendry waters

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Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 8: Tongue/Clothes On

When Lover’s Day came, almost unexpectedly, it made things awkward. For Arya, at least. She’d nearly forgotten it even existed until she woke up one day to nauseatingly sweet social media posts. Robb had surprised his wife with breakfast in bed, and Sansa was celebrating with her friend, Margaery, at a fancy brunch – likely trying to get over her recent messy breakup.

What am I supposed to do? Not knowing exactly where she and Gendry stood – they weren’t dating after all, not really – made things so confusing. She went through the motion of classes and a study session at the library in a fog. They were more friends with benefits, weren’t they? She could probably get away with not mentioning it. 

Once she’d settled on trying to avoid Gendry the rest of the day, she’d packed up her books and headed through the park on the way back to the dorms. It was cold, and the wooded area seemed practically deserted. She pulled her puffy winter coat tighter around her. That was when she heard Gendry’s voice calling out to her from the other side.

“What are you doing out here?” she shouted, laughing at his attempt to run with a drink in his hand.

He caught up to her and held the drink out to her. It smelled like chocolate and steam escaped upward into the clear winter sky. “I know we’re not like together together, but it is Lover’s Day, so I thought I’d bring you some hot chocolate for your study session.”

Arya blushed. “Thanks.” The cup warmed her bare fingers, and she took a sip. “I didn’t get you anything,” she admitted.

“That’s OK. There’s only been one thing on my mind all day, anyway. Looks like you already wrapped it up for me.” He started to play with the zipper of her jacket.

Now warmer than the cup in her hands, Arya set it down on the arm of a bench and dropped her bag to the ground. “Such a shame it’s too cold out here for you to take my clothes off out here.”

“I’ll have to make do. Now get up on the bench, woman,” he said playfully, and Arya rolled her eyes. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her up until her feet were solidly on the wooden boards. “You look so sexy in those leggings.”

Arya held onto his shoulders for dear life as he ducked his head down to her clothed pussy and licked into her heat.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” Arya moaned, checking both directions for potential passersby. It felt too good to pull his head away, and she gave into the sensations. “Don’t stop.”

Eventually, one of his hands wandered up from her waist and unzipped her jacket just enough to reach her chest.

“You’re not wearing a bra.” He groaned. “You trying to kill me or something?” Moving his way up her body, he wrapped his mouth around the fabric of her shirt, sucking one of her nipples at a time.

Arya’s head was spinning, and she gasped when Gendry moved a finger to rub at her clit through her soaked leggings.

“So good, so good, so good.” Her grip on his shoulders tightened as she came.

After a few breaths, Arya stepped down from the bench, accidentally knocking the drink to the ground.

“Oops. Good thing you gave me something else to keep warm, huh?”

“Wanna spend the night at my place?” Gendry pulled her closer, his hard-on unmistakable, pressing into her. 

“Beat you there!” 

The pair took off running through the trees.

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Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 7: Voyeurism

There was another latecomer to the Fuck-It List, but this one was only added after it had already happened. 

Gendry and Arya had been celebrating the first week of term at the theater, but due to the kind of delays you might expect from a couple that can't keep their hands off each other, they were late. 

They hadn't meant to spot the couple in the back row of the theater on their way in, but they had. For a moment, they hadn't been able to move, and they hadn't wanted to look away. 

An attractive blond man sat back in the comfortable seat, legs spread wide, hands behind his neck, clearly enjoying himself. And it was easy to see the reason why. Knelt on the sticky, popcorn floor beside him was a man with dark brown hair who undeniably knew his way around a cock. Sliding up and down vigorously but more silently than seemed possible, he quickly found himself drinking down his partner's cum. The moment he'd pulled away and kissed the tip, which was still semi-hard, Arya had pushed Gendry away and into a different row, hoping they hadn't noticed they'd been watching. 

Though, it had soon become apparent than they had. The dark-haired, muscular one had winked at Gendry as they left the theater, and Arya didn't miss the way Gendry blushed. 

"I didn't know you liked guys," Arya had said on the walk back to campus, curious. 

"I didn't know that I liked guys, either. I mean I kinda wondered about it sometimes, but I never let myself think about it, y'know."

The answer surprised her, but she just squeezed his hand harder. "Is that something you'd like to explore? That's kind of the name of the game, you know."

She'd gotten a smile out of him, but something in him still felt withdrawn. "I don't know… I'd be open to watching stuff like that again, though."

"I didn't know you were such a voyeur. Better add it to the list."

And they did. 

A few days later, Arya showed up at his door, pushed her way past his roommates, and set her laptop down on his desk. Gendry closed the door behind her. 

"So I've been thinking…well more than thinking…" she hesitated for a moment before pulling the laptop open, the words OnlyBrans staring him straight in the face. "I've made an account for us."

She started scrolling through the cam guys she'd saved. Some of the men were lanky, others flexed their muscles, and some of them had cocks bigger than either of them could imagine, but they were all blond. 

"What's the matter?" Arya asked when she saw Gendry's frown. 

"That's not really my type, I think."

A light bulb flashed inside Arya's mind. "Oh, you liked the guy with the brown hair."

Gendry nodded. "Part of me wished I was the one he was sucking off."

"Well, in that case, I've got you covered."

With a few clicks Arya brought up a reel of men who all had brown hair and strong jawlines. 

Standing up, Arya let Gendry take the driver's seat, but she leaned over his shoulder eagerly. 

"I've never done this either, you know."

"It's a first for both of us then," Gendry said, clicking one of the cam guy's free videos. 

The angle caught the action from the side as the naked man pounded into a woman, whose face was buried in a quilt on the bed, a hand gripping the wooden post in the corner for dear life. Her moans made Arya tremble, but this wasn't about her. 

It took a little scrolling, but soon they landed on someone that Gendry couldn't take his eyes off. Even though none of his pictures showed his full face. It all had to do with his sexy voice, and a cock worthy of being drooled over, even through a pair of skinny jeans. Even Arya was transfixed. 

"Go on, subscribe," Arya squeaked out. "I already put my credit card in."

She could tell he had a different tip in mind when it took him a few extra moments to click the button. 

"Gods, we got a message!" Arya shrieked, batting Gendry on the shoulder. "'I've got a magic rod I want to show you,'" Arya read aloud, giggling. "And he's a nerd, too! You know how to pick them. Oh, wait a second." Popping her head out the door, she confirmed that Gendry's roommates had known what was best for them and left. Their jackets and backpacks were missing from the front door. 

By the time Arya sat down on the bed, a live cam feed was already playing on the screen, the camera catching a closeup of the man’s muscled torso as he switched the camera on. But by the time he sat down in his gaming chair, black boxes hanging low on his hips, the scene seemed almost intimate.

Slowly, the man pulled his cock out – it looked just as good as he’d promised – and wrapped a hand around it. His face was still out of view of the camera, but it didn’t matter. His magic rod was longer than Gendry’s and looked to be thicker, too, and Arya loved the tormented look on Gendry’s face as he tried to hold back from touching his own cock. But at a certain point, holding back was too hard. Even harder when the mysterious streamer got so into touching himself, he stood up, placed a hand on his desk for leverage, and started pumping faster. His grunts had been irresistible, and even Arya had started rubbing her pussy through her leggings.

“Tell me what you want,” the man said. His voice seemed almost familiar, but both of his voyeurs were too caught up in the moment to place it. 

One hand still stroking his own cock, Gendry frantically pecked the words out on the keyboard into the chat: “I want you to suck me off so bad.”

“Fuck yes,” the man shouted into the camera, jizz splattering everywhere. After a moment of tugging himself through to the end of his orgasm, his voice came over the stream again. “Next time, I’ll show you just how good I am at taking cock.”

Gendry exploded all over his desk chair, a streak landing on the laptop.

“We’re definitely doing that again,” Arya said, smugly shutting the laptop and giving Gendry a kiss on the forehead.

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Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 6: Marking

[The one in which Arya has hickeys and needs to hide them from her family.]

When the Stark family ran out of eggnog at Yule Feast, Arya hadn’t wasted a single second to volunteer for a restocking trip. Sansa had tried to join her, but Arya had insisted that only one person had to miss out on the festivities – which, at this point in the night, involved an entire case of mead, charades, and an entire stack of lemon cakes. 

By the time she’d come back, an entire shopping bag full of cartons, her turtleneck collar had been pulled all the way up to her chin.

Jon was crouched on the colorful carpet on all fours howling, inspiring fits of laughter, until someone called out, “Direwolf!”

“You got it!” Jon said, springing back to his feet.

“Hey, you don’t get to make sounds in charades. That’s against the rules,” Sansa scolded, arms crossed.

“Arya!” Jon exclaimed, brushing Sansa off. “Why were you gone so long? It’s been an hour.”

She couldn’t tell him the truth. I was getting fucked in my car in the deserted grocery store’s parking lot. So she did what she did best. She lied.

“Most of the stores were closed. It is Yule. I had to drive all the way to the other side of town for the good stuff.”

Emphatically, she set the bag down on the table, and Rickon immediately rushed to grab a carton, drinking straight from the spout. Catelyn shrieked, pulling him into the hallway to scold him. The game kicked back into play with Sansa doing a great Catelyn impression, twisting her hair into a ridiculous lump on the top of her head. People were laughing, drinking, dancing to the music on the radio, and the entire time, Arya was standing still by the tree, aware of every single spot Gendry had sucked bruises into her skin.

She’d been pinned underneath him, laying flat on the passenger side seat.

The memory of it was making her hot, and Arya pulled at her turtleneck to let some air in.

“You did such a good job, milady,” he’d said, making her body remember their little adventure in the gazebo. He’d bent down and wrapped his lips around her neck, starting to suck. “Such a shame I didn’t get to finish my work. I was going to send you back to your family with marks all over your body.”

“Well, let’s finish what we started then.”

Gendry had licked at her breasts then, leaving a large hickey just under her nipple, before sliding his cock inside her. 

He’d marked her arms, her collarbone, her neck, and when he was about to be undone, he pulled out and marked her stomach with his cum. 

“What’s that on your neck?” Sansa’s voice broke through, and Arya shook her head a bit, a hand instinctively covering the mark.

“I bumped my neck on something getting all those cartons in and out of the car, it’s fine.”

Sansa pursed her lips as if she could tell Arya was lying, but thankfully no one else had noticed. 

Grabbing a glass of eggnog, she pressed it to her cheek, hoping to cool down a little before it was her turn for charades.

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Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 5: Consensual Non-Consent

Arya Stark hadn’t put it on the list initially. It hadn’t even crossed her mind. And then she and Gendry watched the porno. There was something about watching the wildling man steal a woman dressed in barely-there furs with sex in her eyes as he took her. 

“Could we try that?” she’d asked, almost timidly.

“Consensual non-consent?” he clarified, waiting for her nod. “Sure.” 

They’d added it to the list and that was that. Except, the one time they’d tried it at Arya’s dorm, she ended up giggling in awkwardness, and Gendry hadn’t been able to get hard.

“I let you in. I can’t get into it like this.”

"It's ok, there'll be another time."

That other time, as it happened, ended up being holiday break.

"What if you, I don't know, snuck into the house we're renting and stole me away from my bedroom?" Arya had asked on the drive to King’s Landing.

"Wouldn't that be dangerous? Your dad could get me arrested."

"Doesn't that make it sexier though?"

After a moment of thought, stretched out in the car, Gendry groaned. "I guess you're right. The things I do for you."

"You mean with me," Arya countered, cheekily. 

A week later, Arya was wrapped up in a fluffy robe, bare underneath, fantasizing about Gendry pulling himself into her room through the open window. Had he forgotten about me? Time had been slipping away. It was Yule Eve already, and soon it would be time to return to campus. 

That's when she heard soft footsteps in the hallway. Alarm gripped her, heart skipping a beat before pounding faster than ever. Slowly, her door creaked open. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around herself and scanned the room for her phone. And then she saw Gendry’s vibrant blue eyes looking for her in the darkness, but her heart continued to thump in her chest, just not from fear anymore. 

Here was her sexy wildling man, breaking into her family’s vacation home, ready to steal her away. If it wasn’t so thrilling, she might have found herself giggling at the cheap fur cloak wrapped around his shoulders. It made him look even more muscular than he already was, though, and Arya felt her pussy quiver in anticipation.

“What do you want?” she asked softly, eyes opening wide in pretend innocence and fear.   

“You’re coming with me, milady. You’re mine now.” The words flooded through her like fire.

Arya shook her head emphatically, getting up from the bed and stepping away, their safe word buried in the back of her mind. It wasn’t likely she’d be needing to use it. 

Stepping closer, Gendry swept Arya up into his arms and carried her over to the window. Arya would have to thank her father’s travel agent for finding them a single-story house. Carefully, more carefully than one might expect from a wildling man, Gendry deposited her on the other side before stepping through himself.

Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she started to run, enjoying the thrill of being chased through the garden of the property, past moonlit roses and rhododendrons. 

“No you don’t,” Gendry huffed out as he gained ground on her.

Suddenly, his strong arms were wrapped around her, the fur of his cloak tickling the skin at her neck. Gendry brought a hand up to cover her mouth, keeping her from screaming, and all Arya could think about was that hand roaming all over her body. As if knowing exactly what she wanted, Gendry moved his other hand up from her waist to her chest, slipping it under her robe.

“What a lovely prize I’ve caught,” he whispered huskily into her ear as he dragged a nail across her breasts, lingering only to pinch her achingly hard nipples.

Arya wrapped her mouth around the meat of Gendry’s hand and bit down, just hard enough to get a reaction, and he pulled his hand away from her.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

At that moment, Arya wanted nothing more than for Gendry to push her into the grass and take her, but they weren’t done playing yet.

Gendry firmly held her around her hips and placed a finger under her chin, turning her head to the side. Standing in the center of the garden, the stately gazebo had been utterly transformed, seemingly overnight. The white-painted wood had been strung with icicle lights and gauzy white fabric had been draped over the sides; it looked like some sort of wintry paradise. When had Gendry had time for this?

“See that? It’s just snow all around for miles. You’ve got nowhere to go, milady, except into my cave. And I promise it’s plenty warm.”

Reaching the steps of the structure, Gendry motioned for Arya to step inside. Colorful pillows and a thick throw blanket had been thrown around to cover the hard, wooden floor. The whole scene made her so soft for him, but she remembered her part in time, turning around and pulling her robe closed. 

“You can’t do this! My lord father has betrothed me to a Frey, and we are to wed in two moons.”

“Well that Frey boy can’t have you. I bet he wouldn’t even touch you here,” Gendry said, gently rubbing Arya’s pussy through the thick fabric. Kissing up her collarbone to her neck, he whispered in her ear, “Tell me, do the lords where you’re from lick their ladies? I bet they don’t.”

Sweeping her up, he laid her down on the pile of pillows and roughly pulled her robe open, exposing her breasts, her soft skin, her pink cunt, and he feasted his eyes on her. Arya had never felt more desired. She was already wet. When Gendry moved his head toward her center, Arya knew she couldn’t let him take what he wanted just yet. She caught his head with her hand before he could reach, loving how hard he was working to try to taste her, his tongue reaching as far as it could. Finally, the tip of it reached her clit and she moaned, just barely keeping her hand in place.

“I think my pretty prize wants to be licked.”

Arya shook her head emphatically. “No, no, no,” she chanted. Yes, yes, yes.

Roughly, but not more roughly than he’d done in previous sexual encounters, Gendry yanked at her hands and held them firmly to the ground. And then he licked her, painting a path from her hole to her mound, sucking on her clit just the way she liked. And Arya couldn’t help but whine. 

“I’m going to fuck you right here, milady,” he said before sticking his tongue inside her. “You’re going to be all mine.”

“Please,” Arya begged. It might have meant please stop, but Arya and Gendry both knew it meant fuck me now. And Gendry wasn’t about to deny her what she wanted.

Moving her hands over her head, Gendry held them down in one of his, the other pulling his cock free. Arya felt the tip of him poking at her as he pulled her leg up. He slid into her easily, her wetness wrapping around him, and grunted. 

“Fuck.”

Arya felt like liquid sunshine was flooding through her veins as Gendry’s cock filled her, and she couldn’t pretend to not want it anymore.

“If you’re going to ruin me, wildling, perhaps you better do it right.”

Gendry looked surprised but was too lost in the feeling of her to process her words. Arya had the upper hand. Pushing out of his grip on her hands, Arya put all her weight into pushing Gendry onto his back. Now on top, she gripped the fur of his cloak and seated herself all the way down on his hardness. It was her turn to get rough with him, and she moved one of his hands to her clit and the other to her nipple.

Their game had gotten her so riled up, she was already so close to cumming. But then a light came on somewhere in the garden, flooding through the sheer white curtains.

“Lannister!” she whisper shouted. “Lannister!” Their safe word instantly killed the mood and she felt Gendry’s softening cock slide out of her. “Someone’s in the yard.”

Hurriedly, Arya pushed Gendry out the back of the gazebo, and tightened the belt of her robe, trying to hide behind one of the posts. 

“Is someone out there?” It was Ned.

“Just me, Dad!” she called, casually pulling aside the curtain.

“What’s all this about?” he asked, voice softening.

“Just putting together a little Yule Day surprise.” Lying had, thankfully, always come easy to her. It had to when you liked getting into a spot of trouble here and there. 

“That’s nice then. Come back inside, why don’t you? It’s 4 a.m.”

Arya nodded, but turned to look back as they made their way to the front door. Gendry was hiding behind a bush, but she saw him give a little wave, and she smiled.

They’d have to finish their fun another time.

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