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Alton More x Nurse!Reader Smut

This man is so painfully underrated- tw - talks of penetrative sex, no protection use, handjob, oral, m receiving, reader wants to treat / punish Alton for being kinda bad (only hints of this). Aton kicks a German out his car when he realises he can he alone with reader, sorry!

“Mind giving me a lift too?” Easy’s nurse approached the side of the jeep, hanging on the door slightly as Alton’s eyes grew brighter. “I wouldn’t mind at all, jump in.” Seeing as there was already a German officer looking for a ride in the front, she climbed into the back, Alton giving her a hand in as he smirked back to her in the rear view mirror. Their attraction was undeniable, they’d shared many nights since they’d come into Austria. Alton hadn’t been able to get to her in a few days so seeing her again made him feel certain ways. The car set off as normal, he was trying to drive a little more carefully knowing she was sat in the back, getting bounced around. He oughta boot the German back into the seat and let her ride up front with him, where they could be close. But from this view- as bad as it sounded- Alton could see in his mirror each bounce of her full tits every time the car went over a jolt. The man to his right must have been questioning what the hell all the smirking was about. “Where are we actually going?” Her sweet voice rang, hanging off the back of Alton’s seat. “Uh, dropping him off at the next check point, then wherever you wanna go, baby.” She rolled her eyes at the pet name, sliding back into her seat. “Back to my bed.” She muttered, not intending it to come across the way it did. “Sounds good to me.” “Alton- not what I meant!” The two shared a giggle before she lay her palm on the seat beside her. To her confusion, her hand rested on something hard under a blanket, concealed and well, not very well hidden. She uncovered it and gasped, quickly covering it back up, her shock was concealed by the sound of the roaring engine. It was Hitler’s personal photo album, the one that had gone missing the night easy took over the eagles next. “Alton!” She exclaimed causing his eyes to flicker back up to the mirror, positioning it so he could see her better. “Where’d the hell you get this?!” She asked, brows furrowed. He knew instantly what she saw. “Where d’ya think?” He cleared his throat, positioning his mirror back to the road behind him. He knew the German besides him couldn’t speak English so well, but he still didn’t trust him. She giggled, shaking her head in disbelief as she hid the thing better under another box of machinery. “You’re so bad.” She commented with a devious smirk. Alton recognised the tone in her voice, and quickly switched the mirror back to see her again. She rested back against the chair, crossing her legs as she looked right back to him in the rear view mirror. “I won’t tell anyone.” She commented as he nodded along. “Good girl.” She laughed again at his praise. “Still…” she smiled, leaning up and coming to rest on the left side of him, out of sight from the German who had to mind his business by staring out the other side of the jeep. “You’re such a naughty boy.” She teased, laughing at her own words as a gentle kiss pressed to his jaw. Alton tensed, hands tightening on the steering wheel as he felt a shudder down his back at her breathy tone, tickling his ear. She laughed again, arms wrapping over his front slightly, pressing a second kiss to the tender skin of his neck. This time, Alton wanted to close his eyes, feeling the soft of her lips ghosting at his skin. “I can’t believe you’d do that.” She smirked, lying as she kissed the shell of his ear. This time, Alton felt the blood rush directly down to his cock, stiffening his back further as she glanced back to the German beside him. “Dammit.” He cursed, making a swift decision to slow the jeep to a halt. The next check point was in view, he needed to be alone with her right away. “Here, get out. There.” He pointed to the next checkpoint. The German officer thanked him submissively before quickly sliding out. Alton didn’t even give her the chance to get into the front seat before he was driving them back to a road they both could be alone.

“That was mean.” She returned to her previous position, hand trailing down to trail down his chest and abdomen. Alton simply smirked in response, feeling her hand travelling south to his crotch. He didn’t actually expect her to touch him, she’d squeezed his hardening member through his trousers, giggling at how fast his erection had grown.

She then continued to trail the outline of his cock, causing more blood to rush from his head to down below. “God…” Alton cursed, barely loud enough so she could hear. “You’re mean.” He took her hand, pushing it down against his cock in order to get some relief.

“Just focus on driving, Alton.” She nudged his hand away, watching him swallow harshly. “Just let me.” She then muttered quietly, sinking her kisses back to his neck, kissing and sucking, nipping and licking as her fingernails dragged against the tent in his pants. Alton thought he was going to explode. If he couldn’t find somewhere that was private enough he’d just fuck her there and then for everybody to see. He harshly jerked the car around a right corner, down to the edge of a woodland. Smirking, Alton felt proud to have found such a reserved place. “Mm, I want you so bad.” She hummed, just as Alton was about to stop the car. That was until he saw a certain Popeye eyeing up the vehicle in confusion. “Fuck.” Alton cursed, turning the jeep around. “Let’s just get out of here.” He muttered, pretty much to himself as he felt the zip of his pants. Taking advantage of the slow movements, she risked climbing into the front seat, Alton’s hand coming to place straight on her lap as she continued to work on his belt. She lowered herself, ready to pleasure him using her mouth, Alton froze, heart pounding as he licked his lips looking down to her. “Keep driving.” She paused, glancing up to him. He smirked, glancing over his shoulder and reversing one handed, the other coming to rest on the back of the seat.

As he did begin driving, she lowered her lips around his erection, feeling the hot, wet feeling his mouth dropped and his vision momentarily fell as his hand began stroking her hair away from her face. She didn’t take it easy, her head began bobbing and Alton found himself moaning and groaning over the sound of the engine as he erratically down the country roads into a bulldozed area of the woods. His eyes were close to rolling back and every time she would take him fully down her throat his hips but buck in sensitivity.

God, all Alton wanted to do was find a clear fucking area and fuck the life out of her. He was horny beyond believe and not thinking or seeing straight. Finally, he pulled into the hatchet surrounded by woodland and abruptly turning off the engine. Finally he could hear the giggles around his cock, the moans she made and the small gags every time she’d take him a little too far.

“Oh god.” He’d hush, collecting her hair properly and catching a better view of her sucking his cock. It was the hottest thing Alton had ever seen, at and the sight of her naked. He decided he needed that there and then so began struggling to fiddle for the buttons on her dress as she slurped up his cock. “Feels so good, baby.” He hushed stroking the back of her head as she began lifting her head up to undress. “Don’t- don’t stop.” He stammered, nudging her head back down. “God, you’re needy.” She managed to tease, giving his balls a squeeze as his mouth fell open and he stiffened further in his seat. She was careless, not caring about their surroundings, just purely focused on making him feel good.

She bobbed her head faster with the guidance of Alton’s hand whilst reaching down to unbutton her dress. Finally, she was exposed, her clothes hanging off as Alton worked on snapping her bra open. “Fuck, that’s it, that’s it- fuck…” he let out a groan, the hottest sound she’d ever heard as she took him down her throat, sucking her cheeks in against his cock.

Giving her jaw a break, she sat up, replacing her mouth with her hand as she jerked him off, Alton again stiffened and dropped his head back. “You’re a fucking Angel, fuck.” The American choked out as y/n giggled from the side enjoying seeing him so blissed out under her touch. She swirled her palm over his head as he shuddered, biting down on his sleeve. She laughed again and Alton reached out, halting her teasing movements.

“Let me taste you baby, c’mon take these off.” Alton didn’t find it so amusing, he was so horny he could’ve combusted in the driver seat of the jeep. Y/n let out a hum of a moan as he eased her back onto the seats, Alton squeezing down to yank off her underwear, flinging them to the backseat before diving into eat her out. Now if there was one thing Alton couldn’t resist it was doing this. He wasn’t ashamed to admit how addicted he was to the taste of his girl, men often walked in on the two of you in this very compromising reputation- in fact it had happened so much Alton grew a reputation that made all the other ladies very jealous of her.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He groaned, licking, sucking and moaning against her dripping wet pussy. She began feeling herself to bliss out, contorted into an awkward position in the jeep, head lolling back against the hard of the jeep door. Noises nearby caused her to jump, turning around slightly to glance up and see men patrolling in the distance. They were far enough to not catch the pair, Alton frowned slightly yet delved back in for more of her. He feared he’d have to make this as quick as possible, if they got caught they’d most likely both be court marshalled, but like he said, he couldn’t get enough of her.

With one last lick up her slit, Alton pushed himself up, pulling her on top of his lap, man spreading as she knelt on either side, watching him spit onto his hand and wet his cock. “You’re gonna be a good girl.” He spread the wetness over his cock as she pursed her lips. “And-” Alton lined himself up with her tight entrance. “Be quiet for me, let’s make this quick, alright Angel?” He hushed as she nodded, eyes fixated to where he slowly began to penetrate her.

Alton’s thick cock was large as her tight little cunt wrapped around him, tensing everytime she would gasp or bite back a moan. They breathed into one another’s mouth, one of his hands clutched her lower back whilst the other held her neck, pulling her in as they aggressively made out.

It didn’t take long until she began bouncing, desperate for the fullness Alton provided her. Feeling one another raw was an incredible feeling, one that they didn’t get to feel all too often with the barrier of a condom being in the way. “Oh god, Alton.” She borderline sobbed into his neck, muffling her sounds into his uniform.

He was breathing heavily, huffing and puffing at the sight of her full tits bouncing with every movement, his cheeks flushing pink. “Feels so good inside me.” She babbled as he let out a seething moan through his teeth, cock twitching.

“Yeah? You like riding me out here, don’t you?” He pulled her up to meet her eyes. “Yeah.” She hushed, head dropping back with a quiet moan as she rolled her hips over him. Alton’s mouth fell agape and he slapped his hand on the seat beside him for strength.

“Fuck, no, no, no.” He held her hips tight, feeling a warmth spread in his lower stomach and through his cock already.

“You’re gonna cum so soon?” She giggled, pressing her forehead and then a kiss to his. “You feel too good, Angel.” He hushed as she smirked, glancing around to see the men patrolling a little closer than before. “Just make up for it later?” She smirked, reaching back and under to grab his balls. Alton let out a silent groan, eyes fluttering shut as she slowly- painfully slowly began grinding her hips again. “You can do all the things you want to do to me later, Alton.” She was teasing now, speaking in a hushed tone against his ear as she lifted her hips all the way up before dropping them down, his cock swallowed up by her pussy as she dropped wetness around him.

Alton was being driven crazy, his fists were gripping over her flesh, shaking as she picked up the speed. “Fuck, I’ll do anything you want, baby girl- just let me-” jumping off, she instead replaced her pussy with her mouth, beginning to suck him dry as his breathing picked up. “-god, make me cum like that.” He gasped, head dropping back.

“Use me Alton- use my mouth.” She hushed, staring up to him with the sexiest eyes she could muster. His jaw tightened and he snagged a bunch of her hair around his fist, pushing her back down around his cock. Alton held his breath, using her little mouth as his fuck toy, desperatly crying and panting out when he’d let it slip as he felt himself growing closer and closer for orgasm. She was almost smirking around him, pussy clenching around nothing, throbbing for need. When Alton saw where her free hand had disappeared to he began groaning without care. She rubbed her pussy deliciously, moans muffled around his cock, the vibrations mixed with the suction of her mouth sending him off the edge.

Alton’s stomach tightened and his whole body began to shake, feeling the release of his cum down her throat, filling up her mouth as she began swallowing every last drop of his juices. “Yes, yes, yes!” He moaned, fingers relaxing over the back of her head. The orgasm was blinding, his body completely relaxed and his head turned fuzzy at the sheer pleasure of his climax. No other woman in the world could make him feel this except Y/n.

Once she’d swallowed every last drop of his cum, she pulled off his cock with a pop, giggling and licking her lips at how fucked out he looked. The sounds of voices now nearing forced him out of his pleasure, he started the car up and glanced to make sure she was okay, watching her change back into her dress.

“Mmmm, what’re you gonna do to me when we get back?” She hummed, head falling back onto the seat as Alton looked at her again, slowly beginning to drive out of the woodland area.

Her legs were spread, pussy not visible but he felt his cock twitch again seeing her hand disappear under her dress. Alton could just imagine how dripping wet she was. He licked his lips, focusing on the road and reached down, hand guiding up her thick before his fingers met her sopping hole, gliding them in with ease.

“Who says I’m waiting until we get back?” They shared a brief smirk as her body became rigid, feet landing either side of her on the seat as she began rubbing harder at her puffy clit, feeling the penetration of Alton’s fingers being enough to bring her to the edge.

“God, tell me what you wanna do to me.” She groaned through her teeth, feeling borderline frantic for a release. Alton felt the way she tensed her pussy around his fingers, he could have moaned just at that sensation.

“So many things, fuck, I wanna taste you, you’re so wet.” He cooed, quickening his pace as his foot unconsciously pressed a little harsher on the gas, making her hair fly back in the wind as she hummed out a whine, grinding her hips to ride his fingers.

“Shit, you’re horny, you wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” He cockily spoke, glancing to her as he panted out a quick; “uh huh.”

With each squelch of his fingers inside her she’d let out a delicious moan, feeling him pick up the pace as Alton drove faster down the empty country roads. “Oh god, please Alton, please.” At her begging, he used his whole hand to fuck his fingers in and out of her quicker, harder. He was drilling at her pussy, borderline desperate for her wet, hot release all over his hand. Alton felt his cock hardening again, once more he wanted to be inside of her.

“C’mon, baby, I know you can cum for me.” He hushed, glancing at her as her chest rose and fell heavily. Alton cursed, struggling to focus on the road when he felt her squeezing his fingers.

“Oh god, oh my god I’m gonna cum!” She squeaked, Alton felt all the blood rush to his cock and he took as many glances to her as possible. With a cry of his name she squirted all over his hand and wrist, covering the car as she let out a rather loud squeal, climaxing with the hottest, pornographic sounds ever.

“Good girl!” Alton praised on a groan, slowly fingering her pussy as both her hands fell limp with a satisfied moan. Alton was now rock hard (again) in his trousers and enthralled with how she’d made a mess in the jeep. “You’re gonna do that again for me as soon as we get back to base.”

“Yes, sir.”

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All Things End

Pairing: Osferth (The Last Kingdom) x f!reader Warnings: Angst, smut. Word count: ~2.7k

Summary: Based on this request. Life has been blissful for Osferth since finding love with a Christian woman from Alton. However, he cannot shake the thought that she deserves better; if he loves her, he should want her to be happy, even if that happiness is not found with him... Series masterlist.

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Her breaths come in ragged pants that fan hotly against the sweat soaked skin of Osferth’s neck. She is pliant beneath him, thighs wrapped tightly around his waist, mirroring the spasming grip of her warm, wet walls, pulling him towards his end as she reaches her own. The pressure that has steadily been building at the base of his spine explodes in white hot intensity, and he screws his eyes shut as he pushes back into her with a final, deep thrust, spilling himself inside of her.

Inside of her.

He freezes as the sensation fades away, eyes snapping back open in stark realisation. He pulls back, breathing heavily, panic not allowing his heart rate to slow.

“I–I did not mean to…I’m sorry. That was careless of me, please forgive me, I–”

She places a palm against his cheek, caressing his face gently, halting his rambled apologies. Her expression is calm, though her eyes are glossy, lips parted as the afterglow of their tryst suffuses through her flesh.

“It is fine, my love, we will take care of it.”

He knows all too well what she means when she says that. She will take care of it. It would not be the first time that she has had to.

It has been a year since they shared their first night together, and they have enjoyed many more since then, under the cover of stars, or on the straw stuffed mattresses of the various ale reeking inns that they find themselves in when they have enough coin to seek proper shelter on their travels. Osferth is usually always careful, pulling out and coating her thighs, lower back or belly with his spend. However, there have been two occasions when he has gotten lost in her warmth, the intoxicating scent of her, and forgotten himself, finishing inside of her as he ascends to the height of bliss, before the gravity of his carelessness plummets him back to earth with horrifying cognizance. Tonight is the third time that this has happened.

His expression is sullen as he sits by the campfire the following morning, watching her brew the pungent roots and herbs in a steaming pot of water. The acrid stench makes his nostrils twitch in disgust, but he refuses to move or look away. She is the one that has to drink the noxious liquid, suffering the smell of it pales in comparison, and does little to assuage the guilt that weighs heavily upon his chest.

She grimaces as she gulps it down, brow furrowed as she struggles not to retch at the taste, and he swears silently to himself that this is a torment that he will never allow her to suffer again. She deserves better, he must be better for her.

The frightened young woman he had met in Alton has come a long way since he had rescued her. She is no longer shy and fearful and, though still steadfast in her faith, she shares herself with him freely and without shame. She drinks ale, laughs heartily at Finan’s dirty jokes and no longer displays any apprehension at interacting with Uhtred and the others. His heart swells with warmth and affection for the woman he has fallen in love with, she is truly the light of his life. Though in moments such as these he is left to ponder on how exactly he has changed hers, and if it is for the better.

He has basked in her warmth on chilly evenings, enjoyed the sinful pleasures of her flesh, found comfort and joy in the unconditional love that she showers him with, but what can he possibly offer her in return?

Osferth is her protector, but would she need that protection at all if she were not travelling with Uhtred and his men? He is the blade against the harm that he directly places her in the way of every time they prepare for battle. They have no home, no money, nothing but what they carry upon their horses. He loves her more than he ever thought himself capable of loving another person, but love alone will not provide for her.

The thoughts consume him as they ride south, towards the next village, and he clings tightly to her as she leans back against him in the saddle, as though he can feel the very essence of her slipping through his fingers. A man less selfish would simply let her go, but he cannot fathom a life without her. Deep down, despite trying his best, he knows he will never get it right.

Beocca and Æthelwold are awaiting them when they arrive, and she leaves him with a cheerful smile and a soft kiss on the lips, explaining that she wishes to explore, a polite means to excuse herself from the discussion that she knows does not concern her. He is ever grateful for her intuitive nature, but once more left disheartened that she is placed in that position to begin with.

He is barely able to focus as Beocca relays Alfred’s demands to Uhtred. There is a dawning sense of finality settling in the pit of his stomach, causing cold tendrils of dread to spread throughout his body, and it does not come from the news of the King’s order of one hundred pieces of wergild and an oath sworn to his son, Edward. There is a price he knows he will have to pay sooner rather than later, and it will come at a greater cost to him than any fealty sworn to a future ruler.

Osferth watches as she laughs breathlessly, the sound carrying softly on the breeze. The children scurry around her skirts, rosy faced and grinning, eager to play. She had obliged and agreed to join in on their game of chase when they had invited her, excited at having new people arrive in the village. Her playing with them feels effortless, natural even, and he thinks about how easily she would adapt to motherhood, to have a babe of her own to hold in her arms. It causes a lump in his throat, his gaze growing misty as his mouth tugs downward, knowing that’s something he will never be able to give her.

He is a bastard. He will not pass that curse on by marriage or parentage, that will die with him.

But what of her wants and needs? He is depriving her of the opportunity to be a wife, a mother. He can no longer subject her to a life of vagrancy and uncertainty, simply because of his heedless desire to have her at his side. She did not ask for this, it has been thrust upon her without her say so. Her life cannot truly begin until the one she leads with him comes to an end. With a heavy heart, he decides that when they reach the next town he will travel on without her.

The village they currently occupy seems too small, too dirty, not vibrant enough for her to call home, he reasons, she deserves to live somewhere bigger and as filled with exuberant life as she is. He knows he is lying to himself, he is simply unprepared to let her go, he is not ready. He is not sure he ever will be, but he will have to be for both of their sakes.

Over the coming days, he keeps her close, committing to memory the softness of her hair between his fingers and the way the sunlight dapples upon it like fresh spun silk. He inhales the fragrant scent of her skin every time he holds her close, as though trying to permanently imprint the faint floral smell upon his mind.

The way her eyes light up whenever she smiles is the sight he will miss most of all. He wishes for that to be the only expression he ever sees upon her beautiful face. He cannot bear the thought of parting ways and seeing the heartbreak in her eyes, or the tears that might fill them. It is craven, but he knows the only way he will ever be able to leave her is if he slips away without telling her.

His heart sits like a stone within his chest when they eventually arrive at the next town. He knows that when he departs it will no longer be in tact, torn asunder as he leaves half of it behind. He can see his future darkening as he looks into her eyes, knowing it may be the final time he ever gets the opportunity to do so.

Osferth makes love to her that night, his pace unhurried, every thrust drawn out slowly, memorising the subtle movements of her hips and each soft sigh that passes her lips. His hands stroke through her hair, caressing her face, before dragging over her curves. If this is to be his final time with her then he wants it to last, wants her to feel just how much she means to him, and to be left with the memory of how utterly divine she had felt pressed against him.

“I love you,” he whispers to her, as she cuddles against his chest afterwards.

“And I love you.”

Those simple words cause his throat to tighten, knowing he will never hear her utter them again.

It is for the best, he thinks sadly as he watches her sleep peacefully next to him. She deserves the opportunity to settle down, to get married, to have a family. She deserves everything he will never be able to give her.

He slips out of the bed as dawn breaks, casting a dusky orange glow through the gap in the threadbare curtains. The loss of her warmth is intensified by the knowledge that this is his final time experiencing it, the sensation of parting from her akin to being plunged into icy water. He has to force himself to look away from her in order to gather up his clothes and get dressed, careful not to disturb her.

Hovering by the door, he hesitates a moment, staring at her as she slumbers. If this is the right thing to do, then why does it feel so painful? His love for her is unconditional, however, and he longs for her to find happiness, even if that means he is not a part of it.

He hates the thought of her waking up alone, the inevitable betrayal she will feel when she realises what he has done, and it tempts him to stay, to continue to pretend that he could ever be enough for her. But he knows those feelings will pass for her, and when they do she will meet the man who will marry her and father children with her, a man who does not carry the curse of bastardry.

“There is a woman in the room upstairs,” he tells the innkeeper on his way out, handing him a coin purse containing all of the money that Osferth has to his name. “Please ensure she is well taken care of.”

His hands shake as he saddles up his horse, the void she has left behind seeming as though it will swallow him whole. He is incomplete without her, destined to go through life feeling like half of a person.

Finan raises an eyebrow at Osferth, as he tends to his own mount, eyeing him with suspicion. “She not coming with us?”

Osferth swallows thickly, an attempt to keep the emotion from his voice, as he keeps his eyes focused on the straps he buckles. “No.”

“Yes, I am!” She cries out, hurrying towards them, a bewildered look upon her face. Her hair is still tousled from sleep, suggesting she had dressed in a hurry to catch them up. “Osferth, why did you not wake me?”

His heart sinks, tears prickling his eyes as he turns to look at her, knowing he will now have to have the conversation he had been wanting to avoid all along. Finan clears his throat, looking between the two of them, before moving away towards where Uhtred and Sihtric are readying to leave.

“You are to stay here,” he says in a trembling voice, “I have left coin with the innkeeper to take care of you.”

“For how long?” She asks, brow furrowing in confusion.

He lowers his gaze, guilt pooling in his gut, unsure of how to word his response. There is no kind way to say “forever” in this instance.

“For how long, Osferth?!” She asks again, her voice wavering as it raises an octave.

His eyes are sad and filled with remorse as he looks back up at her, nausea swirling in his stomach as he watches a tear slip down her cheek. His fingers twitch uselessly by his sides with the urge to wipe it away.

“Do you not want me anymore?” 

Her voice is barely above a whisper as she asks this, and it feels as though a dagger has been twisted into Osferth’s heart. How could she possibly ever believe he didn’t want her? She means everything to him.

He shakes his head, the words feeling as though they will choke him as his vision blurs. “I will never stop wanting you,” he confesses, “but that is precisely the problem. You deserve better than the life I can provide for you. I will never be able to give you children, or marry you. I am trying to do what is best for you. I want you to be happy.”

“You make me happy, you bloody fool!” She cries, the slightest hint of anger creeping into her tone. “And it is not for you to decide what is best for me. Why did you not tell me that this was how you were feeling?”

“I could not bear to have a conversation that I knew would break both of our hearts. I know that is cowardice, but I knew you would never agree to leave, and I cannot continue to hold you back from the life you deserve.”

He stares miserably at her, feeling the wetness of his tears upon his face as she swipes angrily at her own. This is not how this was supposed to go. He does not want this to be how they remember each other.

“You are right,” she says defiantly, “I would not have agreed to go. If a husband and children were what I wanted then I would have parted ways with you long ago. I am not the scared little girl you found a year ago. I make my own choices.” 

His lips part involuntarily, eyes widening slightly. “How can this possibly be the life that you would choose for yourself? How could I ever be enough?”

She sighs, reaching for his hand, clasping his fingers tightly in his. The gesture spreads warmth from the tips of his toes all the way to the top of his head.

“I love you, Osferth. You are enough for me. The life we have is enough for me. I do not wish to risk my life in childbirth, or spend my days tending to the needs of a husband who views me as something to be possessed. I want a life that is filled with adventure, I want to fall asleep under the stars, and I want to do it all with you at my side.”

A small, yet hopeful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he steps closer, tenderly wiping away the wetness beneath her eyes with his thumb. “Are you sure?”

She nods. “God brought us together for a reason. All things must end, I know this, but not what we have, just the foolish way in which you perceive it.”

He rests his forehead against hers, relief and embarrassment flushing his cheeks. “I have been so stupid, can you ever forgive me? I do not know how to even begin to apologise.”

She leans in, pressing her lips to his, allowing them to linger for a moment before pulling away with a slight grin. “Save your apologies. You will need them for the innkeeper when you ask for your money back.”

He smiles. There is comfort in knowing that everything ends, because within it they have been given the opportunity to begin again.

[rise-my-angel]

Heart of the Great Wolf

9 - Pleasure of Conflicted Desire

Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader (Slow Burn), Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader

Length: 13.1k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, slow burn discussions of warfare, description of corpses blood and gore, child death, character death, pregnancy, smut, p in v, nondetailed references to forced sex acts, struggles of internalized trauma

Notes: Difficult chapter for everyone but Robbs war campaign just is in a wild state right now in general. Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here.

The wheels were all in motion, and it may be the only thing giving the man confidence. It was a plan they could get on board with, that maybe they didn’t have to take Kings Landing themselves to end the Lannister reign on the realm. Stannis does the hard work, and the Starks play distraction to give them the time and numbers to do so. Greatjon himself saying, “Aye, we’re better at guttin’ Lannisters then we’d be sailing and breaking down walls. We’re the only ones actually fighting this war.” 

It certainly felt that way. You wondered if the rebellion against Aerys Targaryean felt as futile in the middle of it. Looking back, everyone can clearly see the sides that were winning and that the side fighting for liberation were indeed the winning one. Yet you could understand that it likely didn’t feel that way. The Lannisters had not one a single battle against Robb Stark, and there hadn’t been any battle waged against any other. The Iron Islanders could hardly be called an army. More akin to raiders then anything, and the only time they fought as one they were crushed easily in a matter of months. 

Yet each day that the war continued on felt as if the North was going nowhere. Brynden had put that into better perspective earlier that morning in a small moment of doubt between the three of you. “Have you considered the fact that we haven’t had any major victories in recently is because the Lannisters aren’t brave enough to come and fight us in the field anymore?” 

You had added with, “Tywin Lannister has been holed up in Harrenhal as his men do his fighting for him for how long now? How many days have you been out there, in the front by the sides of your men as an equal and Tywin hasn’t?” 

“He and his high lords can sit around their table arguing about strategy and feel like they are accomplishing something, but we’re the only ones doing any of the real work. And we wouldn’t be anywhere but dead a long time ago without you.” Even now, this long into war, Robb still voiced his doubts, never got to sure of himself that it couldn’t go wrong. 

Sometimes, on the quietest of nights, you both would speak of what happens when this war is over, what then? So much of your life now, your lives together, had been about war but the truth was it wasn’t fair to ask to much of ‘what then’. The what then of war, was making sure you win because the alternative was death. 

Neither you or Robb had asked for this, but the responsibility fell onto your shoulders and if neither of you did it, who would? You had to trudge through the mud, feeling like each day without a win was a loss, because otherwise you have no other choice but to lose absolutely everything. 

When you begun to arrive back at the camp, something was wrong. Something was quite wrong, the men were in a state and anger was ripe. A group of men approached at haste both looked to the other with a weary gaze. “Your grace,” 

Robb asking what happened as you both climbed down and in an instant you realized that it was going to be something with quite the chain reaction. “The Kingslayer, he escaped in the night.”

The seething silent rage in his eyes was blazing, “How?” They glanced at one another and he raised his voice to repeat himself. They told of the events, of Jaime Lannister bashing the head in of Ser Alton to grab Torrhen Karstark’s attention, and how he strangled Torrhen himself and ran off into the night. That wasn’t what they were speaking of though. Speaking of how he was found, dragged back and yet he still escaped once more. But escaped wasn’t really the right word. He didn’t escape the second time on his own. No, it was far worse then that. 

Robb looked to you and found the same feeling within you as well, this only could have happened because you both were gone. Those on the war council had agreed it was the smartest plan to have both of you to confront Stannis Baratheon, and yet one person had used that absence. Robb’s shoulders were tense as his hands flexed in a restraining temper. 

It had been an intimidating sight to see apparently, the sheer anger in the King and Queen’s eyes as they moved together in furious haste though the camp amongst the growing contempt the events had caused. One that made quite a number of people back away for fear of crossing your paths. Multiple men were guarding outside the tent and opened it for the both of you where more men stood guard inside, as well as a more composed Roose Bolton, and a Rickard Karstark that you knew had full reasons to be as angry as the pair of you were. 

Catelyn sat with a look in her eye, mixing a shame with worry as she looked to her son. Robb’s voice was quiet and even but none were fooled at what lay beneath. “Why?” 

It was likely there was a bit of work on her end to keep any tears back at what she knew was coming, “For the girls.” 

“You betrayed me.” She tried pleading to him, only getting as far as is name until he raise his voice to her. “No. You knew I would not allow it, and you did it anyways.” 

Looking up you glanced to Karstark, a quiet understanding of the pained gaze in your eye behind an almost shaking fury to keep yourself tempered. You and Robb had seen Harrion Karstark die on the battlefield and now he’s lost another son and watched Catelyn send his murderer away. Trying to explain herself you found it hard to rationalize it when you knew too well what this meant. 

“Bran and Rickon are captives in Winterfell, Sansa and Arya are captives in King’s Landing. I have five children and only one of them is free.” And somehow that gave her the right, you thought exasperated. 

Karstark for what you knew a night ago would have been unbridled rage, spoke with a quiet agony as Catelyn felt the guilt compound onto her. “I lost one son fighting by your son’s side, I lost another to the Kingslayer. Strangled by a chain. You commit treason because your children are prisoners? I would carve out my heart and offer it to the father it he would let my sons wake from their graves and step into a prison cell.” 

Catelyn tried to keep her composure, rationalize it, “I grieve for your sons, my Lord-” 

You were the one who cut her off. “These men don’t need your grief, they needed justice. And they can’t do that now can they?” What was the point of how hard Robb worked to keep his men running in order, if everyone did what they considered to be fair. It couldn’t be fair, war wasn’t. 

“Returning Jaime Lannister might be the only way to buy life for my daughters.” Your eyes narrowed, that didn’t sound like her voice coming out of her and it dawned on you exactly who did. A chill running through you, just what had he been offered this time? How on earth could she even consider his words as any truth? 

Your voice in a breathless disbelief that she would ever trust him. You had looked him in the eye with the only trust you and Ned Stark had left, and that trust led you both to knives at your throats and a sword through her own husbands neck. “Petyr Baelish has played you for a fool.” 

Robb stared his mother down, his own voice quiet and he played the lecturer and her the one in need of scold. “You realize what it is you’ve done? You’ve weakened our position, you’ve brought discord into our camp. And you did it all behind my back.”

Looking to the men, he gave a final order, ignoring her plea of his name to listen. He had enough of that for one day. “Make sure she’s guarded day and night.” Turning with you he looked to Roose Bolton, “How many men did we send in pursuit of the Kingslayer?” 

“Fourty, your grace.” 

“Send another fourty. With our fastest horses.” Without another word to his mother, Robb led you outside, making your way through the camp. “He betrayed you, he betrayed my father and now she let him do it again.” 

Your voice hissing in an urgency. “If they don’t find Jaime by nightfall, we have to be gone. The Lannisters would have planned this, we can’t risk any chance of them getting word of where we are.” 

Robb nodded, “Start getting them ready, we leave as soon as it gets dark. Push onto them and we’ll get behind by the time Edmure draws them out.” 

You paused before walking away, looking at him like he was being weighed down by every force and from each side someone or something threw his work right back in his face. An intensity like he couldn’t stop finding new sides to be betrayed from. “Robb,” 

His brows narrowed as he looked to you, only the short few steps you took did his eyes wash over him a softer need. Cupping both sides of his face as he drew you in by the waist. His kiss was harsh, but you could feel it in the way he touched you how swirling his head was. Keeping your lips to his for a beat longer then intended, he pulled away pressing a final one to your forehead. Soft only for his ears did you run your hand over his cheek, “I love you.” 

Running his thumb over your waist as Robb resisted the urge to pull you right back into him. “And I love you.” Giving you a playful nudge backwards, “Now off with you.” 

He watched you walk away, his family tearing itself apart as it all kept resting on his shoulders but the only thing that was keeping his feet planted firmly on the ground anymore was you. Robb couldn’t even be sure if he’d see his siblings again, but then he could look at you and his heart felt full at how much he needed you to breathe. 

You believed in him, supported his decisions and had never even argued. Early on he would wonder if you were keeping it to yourself for his sake, but the more he got into your mind the more he just found someone who matched him. Saw the war and his people as he did, and refused to let anyone think you were not right beside him. 

Ending the war wasn’t going to be easy, but the more time he spent with you, these past few months especially, the more Robb yearned to bring you home to Winterfell. Watch you spent the first snows of winter swollen with his child and know you can raise them safe and free there. Your nights deserved to be spent in his real bed, being treated like a real Queen not the one you had to be with a sword in your hand. 

Robb wished they didn’t, but the red woman’s words had haunted him. So freely speaking of you with his children, the dream you told him that made him take you as many times as you could stand it. His own mother had betrayed him, but at least Robb had you, and a dream of a future where he could be a proper father to those children you dreamed of. 

The atmosphere of the camp was miserable to be in, everyone held their own opinion about what happened and none of them wanted to voice it as you passed by in risk of angering their leaders more then they already had been. 

What were you to focus on, what were you to prioritize at this point? One of your dearest friends betrayed you, your husbands mother betrayed you, and your own father readied to set sail to King’s Landing in a matter only of days now. You could see his plan perfectly, as well as the one Robb has put into play. Only so much of them you could even control, but as you slammed down a bag over your shoulder with a huff and a nod to the squire passed onto you came to one thought. 

If you left in a few hours, there might not be a chance to do so for who knows how long. You had to take the chance now and yet you had no idea what made the thought consume you. Your eyes scouring the camp and found no trace of anyone who would take much notice. 

Your feet walked for you, before you mind had a chance and by the time you caught up to the idea you were already pulling back the entrance to the tent in question. “Your grace. Do you require my attention for something?” 

As you stared at the man, you swallowed heavily. Eyes ready to sting like it was a mistake to do this, but you nodded. Grey Wind sitting outside the tent dutifully as you made your way inside. 

The sky had fallen into a golden colour as you stepped outside finally. The beauty of the light made your eyes sting, and biting your tongue to keep your face steady. However your lungs found it hard to breathe, and your heart pounded harder trying to compensate. A dread you didn’t fully understand overtaking you as you felt the people around you slow down. 

Your breathing the only thing you could hear and little in front of you that could be seen, not knowing if the world spun or if it was you. You supposed it was bound to be your turn, everyone seemed to find something to throw onto Robb lately and yet you didn’t think you had anything to add to it until now. 

Unsure if you had been standing there a while until you were nudged over by Grey Wind. A whining sound leaving him as he nudged your torso before looking up at you. Tall enough even on two feet that you barley had to raise your arms to run your fingers through his fur. He seemed insistent about something as he nudged you again before you shook out head out of its spin. Narrowing your eyes at the direwolf, “What’s gotten into you, huh?” Whined again as you ran a hand over his ears. “Come, considering I’ve heard to screams to for a Lannister head I assume we’re heading out soon.” 

Coming up on the bare bones of the war council’s tent, Robb was sat with Roose Bolton. His blue eyes looking up at you narrowed. You clearly didn’t realize your eyes still tinged with red and a crestfallen expression before you stepped inside. You could guess what this was about. “Still no word?” 

Robb watched you still, but you only stepped closer to him on both feet and keeping your attention on the other man. “We’ve sent a dozen ravens. None have returned.” 

Arms crossing over your chest you tilted your head with a heavy breath. “There’s no way he thinks we don’t already know, which means he’s trying to hide something.” 

Robb finally peeled his eyes from you back to the issue at hand, as Roose nodded in agreement. “There’s an easy way to find that out. My bastard is only a few days from Winterfell, once he captures the castle-” 

“Theon has my brothers. If we storm the castle-” 

You’re glad Roose seemed to have some confidence, beacuse there was little to be found in either of you. “He wouldn’t dare hurt the boys. They’re his only hope of escaping the North with his head.” 

Robb looked up to you, a far away look in your own eye trying to figure out what ever did he think he was going to accomplish with this? What could Balon Greyjoy possibly have said to him that was more important then the over half his life spent with Eddard Stark? Robb’s voice was low as he spoke. “Send word to your son. Any Ironborn who surrender will be allowed to return safely to their homes.” 

Raising your eyebrows, you caught on easily to the path behind this thoughts. Bolton looked unconvinced, “A touch of mercy is a virtue, your grace. Too much...” 

“Every ironborn with the exception of Theon Greyjoy. He betrayed our cause, he betrayed me and we will hunt him down no matter where he runs.” You didn’t know if your hand was shaking as it rose to run over Robb’s shoulder blade, but it took a lot of focus to pretend like it wasn’t regardless. 

Roose nodded as you added, “Ironborn won’t stay locked to the land for long before they need any excuse to leave. They took Winterfell because it was open and Theon wanted it, not because they have any use in staying there. They get an easy offer of life, and they’ll turn on him the minute they hear it.” 

“I’ll send word right away.” 

Once alone with him, you knew you should tell him, you knew it was important to say it but for once you found yourself unable to deliver the final blow. As he raised his hand to grasp yours, he pulled you down onto his lap. Your hands finding his neck to rest around and him your waist as he leaned in for a kiss. “I want you to keep an eye on the Karstarks.” Meeting his eyes as you pulled back he squeezed your waist tightly, keeping himself rooted in clarity through you. “They’re grieving and angry, and if they take this too personally I can’t have that kind of dissension in my ranks. You have the best eye for that, and I need someone I can trust who won’t mince words.” 

Nodding, you could see the struggle in his eyes like the only one he thought he could keep every faith in was you. He had so much on his shoulders from what felt like every corner of the realm and the second something goes wrong out of his control, it all falls to his blame. Stannis didn’t need to take Kings Landing just to turn the tides on this war, he needed to take the Iron Throne if just to give Robb a second to breathe for once. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but yet only a sigh came out as you ran your fingers through his hair for a moment. “Most of the first troops are ready to head out, if I leave with them now I can have the scouts up by tomorrow night and we should be hitting them just as Edmure has the Mountains garrison crossed over.” 

Robb shook his head, standing you both up, “I’m not sending you alone. Have Olyvar ready my horse, I’ll meet you there before the hour’s up.” 

Riding through the night was easy, it was quiet and the only sounds hitting you being the chattering of night above and the trotting of hooves below. Not often anymore did it give you the chance to retreat so much into your mind, but you and Robb both needed that quiet together. 

You couldn’t imagine him as such, Theon. Dressed in garb like the Ironborn and spouting their words like he’d always lived by them. You’d grown alongside him watching the surly teenager grow into a man and you couldn’t figure out where that man had went, or if he was never there in the first place. Had he hated the Starks the whole time? 

It was the conversation you both had right as you had set out for war, not even crossing past the borders of the North when he brought it up. That Catelyn shouldn’t be treating you like you were not her family, only to bring up your real one. What reasons though, did you have to suspect that he meant it in the manner for himself? 

You both had a unique perspective to the other, spent much time in the North without being one in your blood, and both of you had strained, or in Theon’s case non existent, relationships with difficult fathers who never treated you like one. Both had followed Ned Stark and understood the world from his perspective and worked by his side often on the same things. 

He knew that you had chosen to go to Robb instead of your father and he tried to broach why you’d do it, maybe shutting down that conversation was a mistake. You knew what being Stannis’s daughter meant, and had you gone to him in the first place you knew what they would make you. Maybe to Theon, it seemed ludicrous to refuse the offer of being a Princess. 

If he was Balons last living son, that would in their independence, make him a Prince. Was he really asking you why you would choose against a similar choice because he was already thinking that far beyond? Why swear himself so openly to another King, to someone like a brother to him if he was already considering this new path? The only answers you could come up with, were simply more questions. 

What would he understand of such conflict? He wasn’t stuck between two choices from the start, there was nothing from Balon until Theon went to him. He brought the conflict on himself where you had no say in the position. The moment you were thrown in that cell, there was a choice you had to make and between life and death, and when life was chosen you had decide what the family that needed you the most was. 

Theon made the wrong choice, and he chose the people that hadn’t known anything about him for so long he returned essentially a stranger. If he were smart, he would surrender with the safety of the boys and accept the justice of his sins. If he were smart. 

“You’re going to scare it off.” 

The sounds of the flowing water streaming down the river was as loud in your head as it was the memory which followed. It was your last visit to Winterfell before Jon Arryn’s death, over two years ago now but it felt far longer. A life that seemed now to never exist. 

You and Theon were crouched down, leaning slightly over a thick tree log that had sat untouched by the riverside. Both with bows in your hand, you had been out there for a number of hours and there was no sign of stopping until he relented. 

Close enough that he could whisper in your ear Theon leaned over, “You’re going to scare if off.” Not quite raising your bow, you moved it into position as you eyed the deer. “It’s way too far, you’re not going to nail it and then it’ll take what? Another two hours for you to get a better shot?” 

Glaring to the side at his confident face you resisted the urge to shove him over. “I’m not going to miss.” 

Raising his eyebrows in a playful jest, he shrugged. Watching you move your arms into position before reaching over to nudge your wrist up slightly. You whipped around to face him, dropping it entirely as you glared at him with a whisper, “I don’t need your help.” 

“You’re too high, you’ll barley graze it’s head.” 

It had been a number of hours now, the pair of you finding things to shoot at in increasing challenge before he came up with nailing a deer in the eye from such a distance away. Getting on the other’s nerves each time one of you did better then the other, until now as the sun set you both knew he was picking at your stubbornness on purpose. “Going to graze an arrow past your head if you don’t shut up, Greyjoy.” 

He turned slightly, his back more resting against the log as you knelt perched forward still. “Knowing you’re aim, you’d have been aiming for my face and missed.” Ignoring him with narrowed eyes forward, you kept your hold on the bow light as you watched the deer kneel its head down to eat. “You can always just admit defeat, there’s no shame in it. Besides the mocking I’ll do ‘till your end of days.” 

“And if I hit it?” You turned your head to glance at him with an amused smirk. “What do I get?” 

Theon took full advantage of how quiet you were trying to be, knowing any other time you’d shove him right into the lake next to you. “Could think of a few things, pretty girl like you.” Riling you up more he pressed on with a grin you knew was smug as you were too concentrated to argue back, “Find a way to lighten up that attitude of yours real easy. I’ve never seen you with a guy, you’re probably wound up way too tight it’d be easy to get you to relax-”

In an instant, you raised up, drawing your arm back before releasing a shot. Landing it right on target with ease. Theon’s head whipping over to look with a disbelieving, “Shit,” You stood up before him, holding a hand out to yank him up as well as he looked a mix of impressed and shamed for being bested. “I was gonna get you to do all my inventory count.” 

Finally, you let out a loud breath of a laugh as you peeled off your gloves finally with your teeth before shoving them in a pocket. “I thought of what my prize is too.” Nodding to the deer with a smirk, “You get to drag that thing back, yourself.” 

“Since when did your aim get so damn good, Baratheon?” 

You looked back as you walked away, “Maybe you’re just getting worse at it, ever consider that?” 

By the time Theon had gotten back, it was obvious he and the river had a bit of an incident trying to get the deer across it, and failed. You and Jon had been perched just outside the walls watching Bran run around with Rickon. The loud slap as he tossed the furs around his shoulder at you was nothing but disappointing to him as it came nowhere near hitting you as he meant. 

His face falling flat as the pair of you had a good laugh over it, until that was when Jon turned on you, grabbed you by the arms, holding you back against him as Theon proceeded to dump the contents of his skin of water all over from the top of your head. Lord Stark had come out at that point, seemingly unsure if he should laugh or scold you three for being more childish then the actual children you and Jon had been out there to watch. 

Sitting around one of the small fires as you stopped for that night some days later, by morning you’d push onto Harrenhal, and you were far away enough that the men could catch their breathe first. Such days felt so long passed that you could see a different person entirely in them. You laughed, and joked, and still knew how to have fun and now everyday was a crushing pressure that could sent you deep into the earth should you let it. 

Coming into your vision were a pair of feet before a body sat down next to you with a groan. “When’s the last time you got any sleep?” Glancing up to see Brynden Tully, you just shrugged looking back into the flames. “Neither of you are very good at that lately, it seems.” Following his eyeline to Robb who was just as tired yet distracted as you were.

“Hard to sleep when your busy chasing ghosts nowadays.” His twisted face seemed to lighten as he relented. The pair of you in quiet for a moment before you felt a twist in your stomach that spilled into your veins, leaving you more on edge as it flowed through you. “The longer the Lannisters hide from us, the more antsy the men are going to get.” 

“We’re at war, your grace.” He gestured to the lot of them all around with a casual degree, “They’re going to be antsy until their back at home in their beds or dead in their graves.” 

Your forearms rested on your knees as you leaned forward, just how long would either of those be at this point. How much longer could the men hold out on a war that your opponent refuses to fight. “Everything we’ve done, and I know they all look to us, to Robb, like it’s our fault we’re here. They feel like we’re losing, and I don’t know how to change that.” 

Brynden leaned in to match your posture, “You can’t.” Glancing up with a raised eyebrow to him. “Most of these men, they aren’t leaders. Their soldiers. They don’t care if we’re winning the war, they want to feel it.” Pointing to Robb your felt that twist in your stomach sting more. “They’ll all blame the King because the Lannisters aren’t here to take their anger out on, but the smart ones know they’re nothing without him.” 

Robb had a good mind for warfare, a great one in fact. But the fact of the matter is that war isn’t just bloodshed and battles, it’s a game of strategy and the side that has no patience is the side that starts to loose. He hadn’t lost his patience, but then you saw those like the Karstarks who didn’t know what to do with themselves if they weren’t taking their grief out on the enemy. 

“And the ones who don’t figure that out?” 

With a darker, partially far away look as you both met eyes, there was a mutual feeling that came to a similar conclusion. You knew it, he knew it, and Robb knew it but what were you trying to do if he sacrificed justice for morale? What were you fighting for if he didn’t lead his men with the values that shape a good man? And which of the discontent ones would be the first to break. 

A hand slapped around your shoulder as another large figure sat beside you pulling you more into her side. Bless Maege for not having any issue with treating you with such a casualness when you were deep inside your own head. “I mean no disrespect, your grace, but you look like shit.” 

Face twisting into a bemused grimace as you nodded, “Don’t know how I could possible take that as insult.” Two skins were in her hands, as she nodded to the other man with a look almost saying to leave if you weren’t mistaken. Brynden took no offence, as he unbeknownst to you, recognized the look on her face as one he’d seen many times before ‘leave the women to talk’. 

Handing you one, Maege nudged “Have a drink,” 

If anything was on your side it was the ease in which you just shook your head without a suspicious sort of pause. “Don’t really think that’s going to help at this point.” 

Shoving it in your hands regardless, Maege bit open the cap of her own. “It’s not supposed to help, it’s supposed to trick you into thinking it’ll make you feel better when all you do is feel worse. Besides, yours is full of water, don’t worry.” 

Opening it slowly, you peered inside and when finding no scent you took a good sip, the water feeling soothing as it ran gently down your throat. The unsaid words along them having burned you up on the inside for almost two days now. “Been a real shit few days, hasn’t it?” 

Maege laughed, giving you a pat on the back as she did so. “Hasn’t been the best, but none of these fuckers have a clue what leading an army is like. They wanna kill something, good for them, that’s not gonna change even if we do get a fight. They’ll be hot for a night or two and then get that same itch, as long as we’re out here.” 

Shrugging one shoulder you glanced to her, “What about you?”

Her expression was light, looking around the camp. “Doesn’t matter how I feel. We chose him to lead us, we chose you to lead us and my opinion ends there. King in the North says we jump into a fight, we fight. He says we stand back and draw them out quiet, then we do that.”

Pointing to the Karstarks she leaned into your side a tad quieter, “Either they smarten up, or they don’t but none of this shit is up to them. What the King does isn’t up for debate.” 

You bit your tongue, taking another sip after to soothe the sharpness in your own mouth now. “No, it’s not. At least with what they’re arguing about. I’m pissed, furious at what she did but it’s not her fault that Torrhen was killed by the Kingslayer and I don’t think he has any clue how this is all making him look.” 

Maege shrugged, “Aye. I can sympathize with what she did, really, and I know you can too. We’re mothers afterall, but that also means you and I know it’s not such an open and shut crime.” 

It took you a moment, nodding absently before you felt a shiver run down your spine. Your hands tensed as they sat in front of you as your eyes flickered just enough to the side to see her leaning towards you. “I’ve had five of my own, your grace. I know what that expression you’ve been walking around with is saying. Or not saying.” Nodding subtlety to Robb she asked, “He doesn’t know?” 

Your head hung down, a wave of strong crushing guilt slamming you in your heart all at once as it biled up towards your throat. You shook your head no, and Maege in a quiet tone, one softer and fair more consoling asked why. 

You shrugged as a fake laugh made it’s way to your face. “Look around you, look what he’s been dealing with? Everyone’s fucked him over one way or another, he’s carrying this war all on his own and now his own mother’s betrayed him. You think he needs me adding that onto his shoulders?” 

Her voice was still quiet but strict, her words slow and separate like enunciating a lecture to that of a child. “You are not a burden to that man. You wanna know what we all see?” 

When you didn’t answer, she took it as a yes anyways. “He’s so in love with you it’s almost disgusting if it weren’t also so fucking endearing.” The taken back look on your face must have been something because she laughed heartily at however you just reacted. “He doesn’t just call you his Queen, he treats you like one. Looking for any excuse to have a hand on you in any way, kiss you just out in the open like he doesn’t care. Probably because he doesn’t.” 

You didn’t have the bravery to look up at him, not just yet but she wasn’t done, “And it’s not just him. You might be the most tense, on edge person in this whole army but the second you look at him, you’re like a puppy.” 

Flickering up to quickly glance, you felt your heart sink at the sight of him standing tall and powerful like he was. “Ah, see? That look there, the one on your face right now.” 

Flattening it out quickly, you at up and took another drink, wiping the droplets off with the back of your hand. “We’re at war, we’re out in the middle of the West fighting the Lannisters and he needs a firm hand at his side not another thing to worry about.” 

Maege looked at you for a good long while. Leaning forward, she took a sip of her own before inhaling deeply. “Do you know why the Mormonts have been so loyal the Starks as long as we have?” 

Raising your eyebrow you dryly responded, “Because the alternative is breaking your oath?” 

Smiling to herself, you looked up as she was almost lost in her own memory. “The King’s protective of you a lot, he lets it sit right on his face and in his actions how protective he is. All them Starks are really, real pack animals that defend their own. We’re not to different to that. We’d do anything to keep our own safe and damned what comes in the way of that we find a way to deal with it.” 

Her eyes glancing to where you both knew Lady Catelyn was, “Even if protecting his own means going against others to do it. He’s not just pissed at what she did, he’s lost too much already and risking our position? Causing this shit in the camp? That just puts you in danger, and you’re the one thing the King has left and he’s desperate to protect it. You’re not a burden, your grace, you’re keeping a man together who think’s hes got nothing left.” 

“Sounds like you know what it’s like.” 

She shrugged, leaning back as the stress in your shoulders lightened a bit. “Sort of, I know what it’s like to have your family betrayed by one of your own.” Your eyes squinted as you thought to those early days in King’s Landing, “You know about my nephew? Jorah?” 

“I know he ran off to Essos, if that’s what you’re asking.” 

Her face twisting for a moment as she clearly recalled it. “It was all before you were born, but basically Jorah found himself a wife none of us liked, then when she got too expensive for him he racked himself up in serious debt. So how does he pay it back?” She huffed a bitter laugh. “Of all the crimes he could have committed he starts to trade slaves. Nothing gets him the money to pay off like the lives of innocent human beings, right?” 

Gesturing lightly to Robb she continued, “It was Ned Stark who ordered it.  Called him a traitor for committing one of the more reprehensible crimes the North ever outlawed, and sentenced him to death. No trial, no question, just called for his execution. You know what we did?” 

She looked to her King once more, “We accepted it. Sure it hurt to hear, but not for a second did any of us stand there and argue with him over it. He disgraced himself and what else was there to do but trust in Ned Stark’s judgment? Didn’t make it easier, but we knew losing out shit would only make it worse.” 

You looked up to the Karstarks before asking, “What did everyone else think, your men?” 

“It wasn’t their business. It’s our family and it wasn’t our place to argue with Stark over it, and so it sure as hell wasn’t anyone elses business how we handled it. Honestly, I think if Jorah just faced his sentence like man maybe it wouldn’t have taken us so long to get our shit together again. Instead he ran off like a coward and now we all have to live with the fact that to everyone else it looked like we just let him get away.” Her eyes squinted as she shook her head to herself. 

Being blamed for a crime you had no control over by a member of your own family, you looked up to Robb and yes, you thought. You do get why she hasn’t changed her opinion of it at all. “How’d you deal with it? At the time I mean, after he fled.” 

Whistling in dismay she took a drink. “My brother always said I was the one with the temper, but let me tell you I’ve never seen that old fucker more angry then the day he found out Jorah fled to Essos. Fuck I had to be the one to give him the news, went all the way up North just to tell him what I knew would make him lose it.” 

Your eyes narrowed in question, “Up North?” Considering where Bear Island was in your memory you came up short as to where this all would’ve taken place. 

“Brother’s up at the wall. He gave up his seat and everything to join them and give his boy his chance as Lord, so you can image how mad the was to learn his son threw away everything he passed to him personally.” Given the temper you’d seen on Maege, you could only dream of what those day’s looked like. “It gets easier, you get used to the bad shit and you move on. You and him will move on from it as well.” Nodding to Robb.

For a minute or so you were quiet, a tiny voice telling you to ask and you found yourself vulnerable enough to let it overtake your logic of silence. “How’s he doing? Your brother?” 

She smiled, a real smile. “That old bear’s Lord Commander now. So safe to say he’s doing well for himself. We kept in touch in the first few months of this shit, told him what’s happening and to pass that all onto the King’s brother.” 

There was nothing to press on there, her brother was Lord Commander and so he passed details of what happened over to Jon. But as you looked up at Robb, part of you thought to yourself that he shouldn’t have to only have you to trust. His best friend, his brother, he should've had the chance to be here too. 

It’s not fair Robb only has you now. The other man who was at his side betrayed him and it wasn’t fair because the one person who you know would stand by him better then you ever could was as far way as the brothers could be from the other. 

“He has Jorah’s sword now.” You whipper your head to look at her totally confused as she nodded to Robb. “His brother. That’s why I was up there in the first place, Jorah had the decency to leave behind the family sword. Fancy thing, Valyrian steel. Longclaw we call it, been in the Mormont’s family for five centuries and for over twenty years it just sat at the wall mocking my brother.” 

“But, then this dark haired Snow comes along and for the first time that fucker finally had a real emotion for once. Had the bear head hilt remade and everything. Carved it to look like one of those direwolves and gave it to Ned’s own boy. Funny how all this shit works out.” 

You paused as you looked to the ground, like you could see the hilt in your mind, like somewhere in the mess of dreams that kept you lost at night, you’d seen a sword, the hilt with a white wolf and red eyes and suddenly for the first time in a long time, you almost lost yourself in thinking of how much you missed him. Only broken by Maege before it got too far.

“Anyways, you got me way off track, I came over here to tell you, to do him a favour and be the one scrap of good news that he hasn’t had in weeks.” 

Not giving you a second to think, she stood up and nudged you away from her direction as you paused to turn around with a bewildered but amused look, “I’m sorry Mormont, did you just shove your Queen?” 

“Please, the King’s about to do a hell of a lot more then just that in a few minutes.” 

You’d feel flustered, but the closer you got and the louder the voices became from Robb and Roose, you lost any single sense of that courage. It all ran right out the window, “We should set the siege lines a thousand yards from Harrenhal.” 

What were you supposed to do, come to him and distract from a tactical move he’d been planning in depth and so close to it? You weren’t beside him to distract him, you needed to be his support because none else would. Stepping to them you were noticeably distant, something almost high strung about you that set the air around you on edge. 

“They won’t be able to hold a siege, not in a ruin like that. If the Mountain’s still garrisoned there, he doesn’t have enough fortification to withstand a siege.” Robb eyed you, something far away in his own gaze that you tried very hard to ignore. 

His own voice was rough, like the stress was eating away at him on the inside. “The Lannisters have been running from us since Oxcross, the only way we get them to fight is to push them into one and they can’t do that in a castle that’s barley standing.” 

Roose glancing to the pair of you, almost as if he hesitated to voice his thought before giving up and speaking anyways. “The men need a fight.” 

Your eyes were sharp as they cut to him, “And they’ll get one when the Lannisters finally decide to give us one.” 

What a fight it wouldn’t be. The sun shining over the forever smouldering castle ruins, there was nothing of Lannisters left in there, nothing behind but your own dead. The lot of you arriving in, something felt noticeably wrong. Dead Northmen and yet no single sign of the enemy and not even an inkling that they had drawn forward where Edmure was to lure them in. No, it was like they had just packed up and left.

Turning in place, the sights were ghastly. Blood of the dead, and the burning and rot of those there much longer, ones that weren’t soldiers or any kind but people. Your heart raced and your stomach twisted as you walked towards a pile of men slaughtered like sheep. Had this truly been the first time you’d faced this in months? Had it always looked this morose or were you just naive enough to think a bloodbath would be kinder then this when it wasn’t done by you.

Your gloves sticky as you peeled back the sigil sewn into the men, the flies buzzing around them spoke of a fight that took place too long ago to add up, how long had they been gone? An eagle spread over what looked like a dark field on their persons had you narrow your eyes. 

Standing up, you could hear Lord Karstark in the background. “They rot in the ground while their killer runs free?” 

You eyed the bodies burned and hanged so black they were like charcoal, the clothes of commoners still hanging off their remains so far burned there was nothing like flesh and meat for the insects to bite into. “The Kingslayer won’t remain free for long. My best hunters are after him.” 

Catelyn from where she stood identified what you had as well, “My fathers bannermen.” 

Your eyes shifted to Brynden, a tilt of your head in a dark curiosity that had him eyeing the dead with his own judgments in silence. You had been chasing ghosts, but this was not the nothing that was normally left behind for you. This was the remains of a battle you’d missed that had no place in Robb’s strategy. 

Turning to his men, Robb indicated towards his mother. “Find her a chamber that will serve as a cell.” 

Your eyes drifted before he could catch yours, making your way to a number Umbers clearing out a space below those hanging. “Let me.” Men nodding, as you climbed up multiple crates stacked, balancing carefully to cut down the bodies as they dropped to the ground with little resistance from the rope. 

Your hands on your hips as you glanced to the others. “Start bringing down the rest of them I’m not leaving them all to hang for their loved ones to find.” 

From what you could see there were at least twenty old ones, and maybe eleven more fresh that still held a burning scent if you got too close. You had been cutting down another pair, some smaller then the rest as your stomach begged you pay no mind to the size. The faces as unrecognizable as the anxiety in your stomach. 

Others had begun to care for the dead soldiers around the court as some had names to identify, others had to be made note of their sigil and passed on. Blood weighed heavily in your nose and thick on your tongue, no solace was found in such a task but at least you’d find some use. It was some time later when Roose Bolton came to your side, “Your grace.” Nodding to him you both looked to the scene for a moment, a conclusion that seemed to come to his as well and no doubt had hit Robb. 

“We’re waiting on word from Riverrun and Kings Landing.” You nodded, carefully trying to pull the leather from your hands without completely soaking the skin underneath. The attempt was fruitless.

Your voice was tight and rigid as you spoke. “The men you have, looking for the Kingslayer.” You ran your teeth over your tongue in a sting before you shook off the twisting and churning in your stomach. “You trust their loyalty as much as their skill?” 

A curious look in his eye, “I do.” 

“Good. Because if they catch him, he’ll offer whatever he can to walk free and neither me nor the King have the time for that.” You watched the half smile on his face as his eyes did not match the motion. 

His chuckle didn’t either. “I assure you, your grace they have their orders and they’ll do whatever they can to follow them. They know the punishment for disobeying a command.” 

Your eyes narrowed at him, he seemed off to you, but it was difficult to place where that was coming from. A suspicion ran through you like something you hadn’t pinned was running through your own mind. “If I may say, your grace. It seems like you’re more on edge then usual.” 

Your look was harsh as it was blank as your arms crossed your chest. “I think all of us are more then agitated at this point. Some more then others.” 

Whatever it was you were trying to find in the other just wouldn’t come out, but you had no question that there was something he wasn’t saying just as you were. Only the thing you weren’t saying couldn’t have possibly lived in the same area as what he could be ruminating on. 

The ruins of Harrenhal were not what you had imagined. A great castle encased by a never ending smoulder that left it haunting and cursed with the dead burned alive inside. Only as you walked through the echoing halls, even as the darkness swooped over the sky, you felt nothing of it. Standing at it’s best, you could envision a mighty fortress. A hundred thousand men marching on these walls and a hundred thousand men would be repelled, now it was a place fought over to be ignored. 

On a ledge overlooking one of the courtyards, the space ran as a bridge between once massive structures with carved arches in acting like windows. One foot resting up on the incline as you leaned back against the stone the other foot planted firmly on the ground as you looked high to the night. 

Stars were bright, shining and the moon not yet full but bright as ever. No distracting red to shine with an ominous glow, no clouds looming over to pour down over the blood soaked grounds, just the yell of men below and the cawing of birds in the night above. 

Maybe you could find the strength to prey to the gods, ask them to spare your sins and turn you into a bird and find a place to live out in painless quiet. You’ve heard Highgarden is beautiful in the summer. 

Looking over the raven scroll once more you wanted to scrunch it up and toss it to the wind. Tywin Lannister was now stationed in Kings Landing as proper Hand of the King, the city still stands and Stannis Baratheons fleet suffered a great loss. Just as they were minutes from breaching the gates, coming up behind them in a last minute attempt were Tywins forces backed by that of the remaining Tyrells. Pushing what was left back to the sea.

A sea that burned, the hellscape this very castle is spoken so commonly of was actually that of the Blackwater Bay. Tyrion Lannister had set the water on fire, or more accurately, wildfire. A substance you heard much about, yet never had seen of your own eyes. Bright and green that burned so hot it could not be even stood next to without feeling it’s effects. 

Created by the Targaryeans as the last of their dragons died to keep their fire and blood as true words to oppress with. The absence of any life in the West made sense now, they had moved to push on King’s Landing, because they were not drawn in on the other side. 

The Riverlands did not draw the Mountain and his troops out, instead they were pushed back enough to give them all time to turn around and make a rescue of their captiol. Many thousands had died in the firestorm of the sea, and no words except that of Stannis himself spoke of any life. None other you knew from your life on Dragonstone had any mention and perhaps you didn’t have the right to it. 

That wasn’t the only news though. No it continued to get worse. Roose Bolton’s bastard had gotten to Winterfell and there was nothing left. Just as your own troops had found. A torched castle with scours of a massacre left behind. Bran and Rickon weren’t found, and word from the men there seemed to speculate they were dead. 

You could dream, but there were no demands, no rumour of them as a hostage and nothing of the Ironborn were that of kidnappers. Bran was around Shireen’s age, he didn’t even have the chance of life that could’ve meant much. Rickon was six, how much of this war did he even truly understand? No words of their wolves sighted either. 

Six Stark children, and only four of them remained, as six direwolves and perhaps only three remained as well. As if he could hear you think, Grey Wind approached you with a nudge to your abdomen. He huffed resting his head there satisfied when you rested a hand over his head scratching his ears. You’d seen this beast rip the hearts of men from their still beating chests and bear battle with his master stained with blood. Yet now he lay across you, no more then a large dog. 

The world saw fit to make the wolves stand alone in this world. But Stags? How long had they even lasted? Two were dead, and the third stands against the forth. Somewhere across King’s Landing you had known of Robert’s bastards and yet they were all as alone as the last of you. 

Only, as Grey Wind looked up at you, your stomach twisted and suddenly were filled with the blackness of lightheaded sensations. Moving to pull your leg over the bend, you wavered as you stood up. One hand pressing against the stone wall as your eyes closed and a low rumble came from the large direwolf next to you. Nipping at the edge of your shirt he pulled you away from the window as you opened your eyes in shock. “Alright, alright.” 

Looking at the dark eyes staring up at you, you ran a hand over his face. Some comfort finding itself nestling in the pit of your stomach as you did so. Nodding your head at him to the side, he turned on a dime and walked you through the halls of ruin. 

Coming into the door, you quietly shut it behind you as Grey Wind slipped in. Robb sat on the edge of a bed, elbows on his knees with his head in his hands. Your heart yearning for the possibility of healing his with no hope behind such a wish. You were slow as you approached, saying nothing before coming to kneel before him. Raising his head, the redness was already passing and his eyes were the remnants of what was once tears. 

You hesitated to reach out to him, this was a raw offence he did not deserve. His youngest brothers by what was once a brother to him. Your face was as fallen as it had been much of the day, only now you had to try and be the one there for him regardless. “If I ever see him again, he’d better be thankful that all I’ll do his take his head. Bran can’t walk, Rickon was six what does he think he’s proving to anyone by murdering two boys who can’t even hope to fight back?” 

There was a choke in his tone that wanted to yell or cry but had no more tempered energy to do either one. Finding his eyes, you tried to kneel as straight postured as you could, keeping the shaking of your lungs to yourself. “He wasn’t trying to prove anything to anyone but himself. They found all the ravens dead, he tried to hide this.” 

Robb sighed out, his hands falling to rest along his thighs as they curled into fists. “He knew Bran and Rickon their entire lives, they’ve known him their entire lives. They saw him like a brother,” 

Catching his eyes, he finally looked into yours properly before closing them again. His exhale much shakier this time. “The Lannisters take half my family from me, and now Theon kills the other half. What am I even left with?” Opening once more he looked to you, a plead for answers in his eyes while his fists tightened in the rage of not having any control. 

“Robb,” You started, a breathy whisper before he reached up suddenly. His hand finding the back of your head as he leaned to press your foreheads together. His breathe hot on your skin as he spoke. 

“My own mother betrayed my trust behind my back, the only brother I even have left?” His jaw clenched as your hands gently found the courage to dance lightly across the part of his chest exposed to the air. “I let him vow himself to the end of the world because I wasn’t brave enough to stand up for what he deserved. I think the only one I have left anymore is you.” 

One of your thumbs trailed over his jaw, as your heart raced. Pushing the images and memories of the other back down deep for Robb’s sake. You couldn’t keep this from him anymore, it was cruel. You didn’t breathe an inch as you spoke, “My love, you have more then just me. I promise.” With nothing but nerves and anxiety racing inside you, you gently opened the tight fist in his lap still, running your fingers along his until he could feel his tensity loosening. 

Robb thought you were trying to hold his hand, his brow furrowing when you took it and pulled it off his lap. Barley able to hear you as your own voice was so small, so unsure of yourself as you moved his hand to brush lightly under your shirt over your stomach. “You have us.” 

It took him a moment to even register what you had done, pausing before turning to look down at where you held his wrist that brushed over the sliver of bare stomach. “Us?” His eyes were bright as he whipped his head up to look at you, almost confused for a moment as you could see it all hit him. 

The nerves in your head ready to make you pass out as he looked back down. “You- you’re really?” 

Suddenly in his own mind, Robb put it together. The sudden distance in yourself that begun not long after you returned to the camp, the way you kept away from him and then compounding of everyone having found a way to wrong him and he felt angry. Angry that he had given you the slightest idea that he’d be unhappy with you, that he hadn’t paid more attention. 

The way you hadn’t been quite yourself, more needing of physical touch then normal to the point you even commented. You stared at him, for once too scared to try and read past his narrowed eyes and lips parted in shock as he suddenly sat up, grabbing you and hauling you into his arms and straddling his lap as he buried your face in his neck. 

He huffed out a laugh in disbelief, before letting out another. More came turning into a laugh of joy before pulling back long enough to press a kiss to your lips. Barley leaving them to speak softly, “My girl,” a smile a real smile that had barley been on his face in weeks painted over, “My perfect girl.” 

Pulling you back into another kiss, passion exploding in your mouth as you held the sides of his face as you tried not to let tears fall from them. You failed. Robb sat you on him back a little, one hand on your waist as the other ran over your stomach, “Why would you keep this from me? Why would you think I didn’t want to know about this?” 

Your chest rose with a bile that you didn’t want to form into a sob. Swallowing hard the tears did not give such an obey of order. He touched and looked at you so softly, you’d cry if you tried explaining yourself in full. All that came out as like a confession of a misbehaving little girl you once were, “I thought you’d be mad,” 

His hand now smoothed over your stomach firmer, thumb running back and forth as he narrowed his eyes in guilt. “Mad? At what for giving me the one thing I’ve dreamt of having with you for two years now?” 

Resting now on his shoulders, you held all the sadness for the both of you. “We’re at war, we have no idea when we’ll not be, the last thing you need-” 

Your name came out surprisingly stern from Robb’s lips. “Look at me.” Moving to keep your face looking right at his with a warm hand on your cheek. “War or not, you’re my wife, the love of my life. Do not think for one second, that you haven’t just given me the happiest news of my life. War or not, it’s you and me. It’s us,” His hand running over your stomach, “Now and always.” 

You wanted to say something back, anything that would return the love but all that came to mind was tears and the relief that he wanted this, he wanted this and through all of the noise inside your head? All you could do was wrap your arms around him back as he kept one of his around you and the other pressed against your stomach. 

It had been a long time in this war since you’d thought about what you genuinely wanted, but right here in Robb’s touch you found that answer. This, you wanted this. His voice was deep and the wavering of his was heard over the other clear distinction of a smile. “I hope you like being with child, my queen, because we have a whole list of names to get through.” 

The laugh you let out was choked in a sob that he yet was thrilled enough to make him laugh. “How about we have this one first, then we can go from there?” 

Robb pulled back, running his nose along the length of yours. “Oh no you’re not getting off that easy. You should know by now, there’s nothing a wolf wants then to see his mate with a whole litter of pups.” 

Your eyes crinkled in a mock protest before he kissed you again, rough but quick. “You’re that confident?”

He shrugged as you both grinned, barley leaving the other enough to not feel your breath on your faces as he jested. “My mother had five children and I don’t even think they were trying for that many.” Robb turned his next kiss more sultry. Moving your jaw to the perfect angle to bite at your lip before kissing you with a greed and a tone in his voice that made you shiver. “Me on the other hand, maybe I’ll just keep you pregnant long as I can. Help my perfect little wife make us a perfect not so little family.” 

Turning you to lay you out flat on the bed, Robb pulled your shirt up and off, giving him free reign to run his hands and lips over your stomach. “May as well start now,” Crawling up the length of your body until he caged you in hovering over you. His lips brushing against yours in a soft tease, “No harm in practising for later, right?” 

Nodding, you reached up to run your fingers through his curls as he consumed you with his kiss. All biting your lips until they were red and swollen before licking his way into your mouth. Pulling away suddenly, leaving a trail of saliva to snap between you as he yanked off his own shirt before moving to impatiently pull yours until you lay bare beneath him. 

Your heart raced and your blood burned as he reached for the laces of his breeches only to catch your eye, the hunger in his must have matched what you felt in yours as he then knelt straighter up. Looking at you with an eyebrow raised as he ran a hand over your jaw, “Show me how a good girl treats her King.” 

You’d collapse if you weren’t already laying down, a dizziness hitting you as you kept your eyes up on Robb, his blue eyes were as dark as the sky beyond his window. It wasn’t fair how easily he had you at his mercy, how much you wanted to be. Pulling the material down his legs until they reached where he sat on his knees, you braced your palms on his thighs before Robb tsked. Running hand through your hair before finally moving to lay you back down. 

Standing, he yanked them the rest of the way off standing bare to you as your thighs clenched together at how thick and heavy his cock was. Coming to sit on the bed beside you, he reached one hand to gently slide between your legs and push a space for his hand. Fingers brushing your clit before gently running over it with a slightly firmer pressure. 

“I’ve been a bad husband,” You opened your mouth to speak but he shook his head. “You’ve been upset, and I didn’t even pay enough attention to notice what was wrong.” Trailing down to run along your soaked entrance before sliding back up to your clit in a teasing pattern.  “You’ve stood beside everything I’ve said and done, always supported my decisions, but I haven’t been there to take care of you back.” 

This time you found your voice, stammering part way through as he slid a finger deep inside of you, “Robb you do take care of- me, fuck,” A gasp making you breathe out the rest in moan trying to hold back. “I don’t need you to be anything but exactly who you are.” 

Head thrown back as he slowly slid his finger out before pressing a second in deep to the knuckle, his other hand running along your forehead to move your hair gently off it. “You don’t deserve to be pregnant in the middle of a war, so far from our home.” His thumb running tightly over your clit as your stomach muscles seized at the pleasure growing within. “I should be taking you in our bed, not having you on the battlefield where I can’t promise your safety.” 

Your head felt as if it were sinking slowly underwater as your core screamed at you in addictive pressure. Reaching up, you grasped the wrist close to your head, running your thumb along his pulse as Robb picked up the speed of his fingers. “I, fuck, I belong wherever you are.” Robb’s chest rose and fell faster as he felt how wet and tightly you were clenching around him. 

Moving to press his lips against yours you wrapped an arm around his neck and into his hair once more. “You stay by my side now, no matter what. We don’t leave the other,” His tone warm and yet a bit possessive as he bit at your lips to gain entrance to your mouth, his hand adding a third to make you whine as his palm rubbed against your clit roughly. Your thighs tense and shaking but just as he wanted, you kept them nice and wide. 

Your breathe almost in needing high pitched pants when Robb pulled back, a smile on your lips that Robb could’ve melted at the sight of. You clenched around him and he could feel the pressure building inside you even despite your words. “From this day until our last day,” 

Just as Robb ran a hand over the top of your head, he pressed his forehead to yours with gentle shushes as you felt your orgasm shatter. Throwing you off the cliff into the waters below with no warning as his touch kept you from arching right off the sheets. You burned and almost could cry at the waves swimming inside you as he slowly pumped his fingers until your cries turned into unspoken begs of mercy. 

Giving no time, Robb kept them inside you as he kissed you again, “Turn over, my love.” 

Only sliding out as he climbed behind you, not giving you the chance to get onto your hands and knees properly before sitting on his heels, pressing your back against his chest as he moved your hair. Leaving sloppy kisses down your neck as he slid his cock between your legs, running along the teasing entrance with your hands wrapping behind you. “Robb, please,” 

With one hand on your hip, he spread the other wide across your stomach as he breathed heavily into your ear. “If only those men could see what perfect, needy little whore their pretty queen is.” You whined as he pressed his cock to tease more firmly against you. “It won’t take long, they’ll see how well their king fucks his queen soon enough.” Letting one of your hands fall to cover his on your stomach Robb grunted before sliding his cock inside of you. As he so loved to overwhelm you, he sunk as deep as he could go in one smooth thrust. 

Pulling a cry from your lips and a growling of swearing from him as he dropped his face more into your neck. Slowly, Robb fucked up into you. Barley giving much force as he drew his cock out and pushed back in so slow that the sound of how wet you were around him was obscene. “Fuck, anyone’d fight a war just for a chance at this cunt, kill whoever it took just to be able to feel how soaked you are around their cock.” 

His teeth leaving nibbles and his facial hair rubbing the sensitive marks raw and red as he moved his lips up and down. “Good thing I’m yours then, right?” You wanted to sound sultry but you couldn’t get through the words without almost breaking with a moan. 

Robb so thick inside of you, the stretch was a sting you never knew could be so perfect. He slid his cock inside of you so smoothly without ever picking the pace up. Every vein and ridge of his cock pressing against the sensitive wall inside of you that had tears creeping out. 

The hand on your waist moved, wrapping to force your face to turn to the side and let him capture your lips. His tongue meeting yours as gently and slowly exploring as his cock fucked you like maybe the world around you would stop as long as you two were intertwined. Only pulling from your lips long enough to slur out, his voice thick and accent strong as anything like he was to deep in how you felt around his cock to care if he was intelligible. “I love you, gods I love you.” 

You tried so desperately to say it back, but it was like he teased you by kissing you harder each time or fucking you deeply to tear a gasp from your throat. He smirked when you whined his name and laughed as he could see your brows furrowing when he kissed you again. 

Bodies covered in sweat, the coiling in your stomach build slowly as he took his time with you. Never speeding up, and always covering part of you with his hands, kiss, tongue, teeth and never letting go of your stomach. Instead choosing to press your hand down against the skin so he could rest it on top with his much larger hand consuming yours. 

Your orgasm is what had the tears rolling down, it was slow and not wild like fire but a slow consumption that took your body into the flames limb by limb before you were engulfed. Your chest felt like it was floating and your head in the clouds as Robb fucked you all the same through it before he followed. Cock buried deep as he came warm and thick into you, pressing his lips to yours as you finally found a chance to mutter out, “I love you, Robb, I truly do.” 

His muscles ached as he spilled inside of you before resting his face in your neck as you both slowly started to come down. “You don’t leave my side, either of you.” His hands now both running over your stomach as he knelt you more towards the bed. 

Robb turned you in his arms to face you, one hand running over your hip and stomach while he switched between looking at your eyes and below once more. You snuggled as much as you could into his chest, Robb running his nose along your hair as you pressed into his neck. 

Tomorrow, you’d have a funeral to begin leaving for, but maybe as cruel as it was, one life was given up for the other. His grandfather’s life leaving to join the gods, so that you and Robb still on the plains of the living could bring a new life together. 

A few name ideas for boys rolled around in his head, but he worried not. Robb would share enough children with you to honour all of them. He’d make sure of it just as much as he could see in the hope in your eyes, that you too, wanted all of it. 

It didn’t just startle Jon, it almost horrified him. His conscious mind desperate to justify his actions, fighting between telling himself what he knew was true, versus what he was lying to himself about to cope with the reality. 

If he didn’t think about it, he could ignore how this was supposed to be with you. He could pretend that it didn’t matter how this played out, or lie to himself and say it felt good because he wanted it. The alternative outside the walls of the cave was death, prove your worth or die and this was the path chosen for him to do so. 

As long as it felt good and he lied to himself, Jon could pretend as if he was fine with it. Until the image of you, dragging a hand to your stomach flashed before his eyes. The gentle brush of fingers against a stomach that he somehow knew was pregnant and he flushed with how clearly Ygritte thought such a physical response was for her. 

Jon could feel his hand against your stomach, and he could see a dream of a baby. Eyes coloured just as yours but the hair was dark and curls that he knew all too well on himself. Let him think it was for her, and maybe Jon would get through this and just accept that lie as truth. 

But Jon could see the child in his mind, the swell in your stomach and your breathless needy sigh in his ear that had been his only source of comfort in the rough beds at the wall. He could see all of it, and he felt shamed that on the other side of you, he could only envision himself, not the brother he knew it really was all for. 

Jon could pretend he wanted this, when he knew the opposite was true, that he didn’t send his only protection left away at her demand. He could pretend that she was just like you when the opposites were the reality, and Jon would lie to himself as long as she was with him that he did want it. 

Lying to himself about this was easier then admitting the truth, he was a grown man, he shouldn’t get to tell himself that he was forced into it. He should be better then that, and yet the only thought that kept Jon from cracking that resolve and leaving him broken, was the image of you with a child that should have been his. 

The image of a pregnant wife that looked nothing like the wildling girl who acted as if such a role belonged to her. The need in the sounds in his head that belonged to you when they were being given to his brother. 

He told you to love him, he wanted you to love him. But in this cave, Jon found no solace in the forced pleasure his body was having that you willing shared with his brother. His mind wasn’t settled and it burned him harder each time he could see the woman he was with. 

Jon did this beacuse he had no choice, and he would lie to himself about not being forced into it for as long as he needed to to handle such a truth. But Jon couldn’t hide from himself, that every time he saw you as he touched the wildling girl, it fed her delusion of what she was to him. She forced him into it, and pretended as if his pleasure was the only consent she needed. You never did and never would force him into a single thing if you thought he doubted or hesitated in wanting. You respected him like none ever did or still does.

And it fed the pain that made Jon want to scream. This didn’t belong to her. It belonged to you.  

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Cast your mutuals as Easy Company >:)

Ooh, thank you Anon!! This is gonna be so fun!!

(I have a lot of mutuals so the cast list will be under the cut for the sake of convenience!)

(Also, I'm so sorry in advance if I forgot anybody!! My PTSD has really fucked up my memory so this was just off the top of my head💀)

In No Particular Order:

♥ Dick Winters ~ @iambasilgnome You are the most dedicated & on-top-of-things person I know & if anyone has the makings of our fearless leader, it'd be you! Not to mention, Dick is soooo much funnier than we give him credit for! (Was this also an excuse to write your URL? Yes, yes it was. 😆)

♥ Lewis Nixon ~ @lieutenant-speirs Snarky, self-destructive king fighting his demons & forging lifelong bonds of friendship along the way! Speaks for itself 🤌🏼

♥ Bill Guarnere~ @latibvles The chaos is unparalleled & you never fail to make everyone laugh but also, like Bill, you are extremely talented at what you do & great at bringing people together!! Also those specifically Northern vibes 🤌🏼

♥ Eugene Roe ~ @softguarnere You are the sweetest, most caring soul who is always there to lend a supportive ear & a helping hand, but you also won't hesitate to speak up when necessary!

♥ Babe Heffron ~ @mccall-muffin You are always so full of positivity & are absolutely hilarious! So full of love & loyalty, you make everyone feel like they're your best friend!

♥ Carwood Lipton ~ @holdingforgeneralhugs You are so warm & kind & such a vital part of the fandom but you consistently underestimate your own contributions!

♥ Ronald Speirs ~ @brassknucklespeirs You come off as intimidating at first but when you begin to open up, we get to see the heart of gold underneath!

♥ Don Malarkey ~ @indigo-luvers You're both talkative & sensitive, working through trauma, natural leaders who needs to take care of themself too!! It just made sense to me

♥ Skip Muck~ @bellewintersroe The natural choice as you're both exuberant, upbeat, & generous to a fault with a fantastic sense of humor!

♥ Skinny Sisk ~ @chaosklutz Dude was literally chaos incarnate & I respect that about both him & you for that 🤣🤌🏼

♥ Buck Compton ~ @hxad-ovxr-hxart You both attract friends super easily but also have a tendency to get drained bc you're a sensitive soul who cares a lot about what goes on around them!

♥ Shifty Powers ~ @aerokriegs So kindhearted & far too modest when it comes to your abilities!

♥ Smokey Gordon ~ @sleepisforcowards Both of y'all are sweet, funny, & extraordinarily creative! The vibes are immaculate tbh

♥ George Luz ~ @parajumpboots Literally so many fantastic memes cross my dash because of you, pls consider this my thank-you note 😆

♥ Harry Welsh ~ @wwhatev3r You are so kindhearted, down-to-earth & dedicated to those you care about but you're also absolutely Hilarious, primarily in a sarcastic way!

♥ David Webster ~ @vibing-away Literally so nice & I feel like you definitely have at least one (1) cool shark fact!

♥ Ralph Spina ~ @ourmiraclealigner So apparently Spina was only a Private when he became one of the medics so like you, dude had A LOT on his plate but still managed to make it all work somehow!

♥ Floyd Talbert ~ @auroralightsthesky Floyd is not only a sweetheart and super friendly but also a smut king & an animal lover so I see it!!🤌🏼

♥ Frank Perconte ~ @ax-elcfucker-blog Hilarious but also sweet, chaotic good vibes!!

♥ Johnny Martin ~ @rogue-durin-16 Literally such a cool person with a unique sense of humor! Too cool!

♥ Alton More ~ @multifandomlover01 You seem super cool & really nice but alas, I am Shy-ish & keep forgetting to introduce myself 💀

♥ Pat Christenson ~ @cody-helix02 You're both very artistically-gifted and creative; idk, I just see it!

Thank you so much for the Ask, Anon!! 💖

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 3.5 out of 5

This was my introduction to cowboy romance and I’m hooked. I need more.

Chasing the Wild is filled with a forbidden affair, a jealous ex, and a family history that will leave you hurting for Colton Wilder.

The forbidden affair with the ex’s grumpy dad is everything you didn’t know you needed until you pick up this book. Seriously, pick it up!

The spice is top notch, as is Colt’s… everything. And despite everything that goes on, Layla keeps her head held high and leaves you proud for our girl.

Even after the love affair, the drama, and the HEA… I want more. Thankfully we are introduced to another cowboy in here and I can’t wait to read his story!

* Wow. Kurt, the gas station employee, is a total dick.

* Oh.. my.. god. Who is this hot cowboy that paid for her gas..?

* Ouch. He just took off after the brief flirting.

* And now she’s tracked down the ex, the hot cowboy answers the door in nothing but a towel..? wtf. He’s grumpy af now 😬

* It’s his dad 😂 Holy hell. Ride him. Ride him right now.

* Colton Wilder. God, even his name is hot.

* Fuck you, Kayce! Did you really put Layla in debt, you asshole?!

* She’s snowed in.. alone with Colton.. yes! And he’s just offered her a job to make up for her car crapping out and having to miss out on the job opportunity she had.

* Aww. Colt’s jealous and doesn’t want to tell her about his friend Storm- a friend who sounds equally as hot as Colt. He has tattoos!

* God, I love Colt’s inner monologue. He desperately wants to fuck Layla, but won’t because of his son. Screw your son!

* Oohhh. Protective Colt. I love this side of him the most, I think.

* Who the fuck are Henrik and Alton Pierson and why did they hurt Colt’s cattle? It was definitely them.

* So close. So. Fucking. Close! And Kayce’s bitch ass had to ruin it by radioing in and then being a jealous asshole. Newsflash, YOU’RE BROKEN UP!

* Daddy Colt put his black cowboy hat on her to “lay claim”. Oh my god, if these two don’t fuck soon.. ima go crazy.

* “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy, and all that.” 😂

* Possessive Colt 🥵

* Fuck your son, man. Just bone down with Layla already!!!!

* “She deserves so much goddamn better. Better than I can offer her. And that's the entire dilemma I'm in... I want her to have noon and the stars and the sun itself, but I don't want anyone to be the one giving it to her because I am a selfish, old bastard.”

* Goddamn. She really sat in his lap and touched herself. Colt has some restraint.

* BAM. FINALLY!

* Don’t bullshit me with two weeks. Once Kayce returns, IF he returns, Layla better admit what his fuck up really was. Colt shouldn’t have to baby his fucking son just because he feels guilty for leaving him with his shitty mother.

* Dammnnnn. Colt can fuck 😏

* And they barebacked it..? Holy shit. That tub scene.

* wtf. Those Pierson brothers set a trap for Colt that Layla accidentally triggered? Why won’t he report them..?

* He gave her his cowboy hat!!!!

* Holy fuck. Kayce returned with a pregnant girl. wtf dude.

* Fuck those Pierson brothers. It’s about time those cocky assholes got arrested.

* Lmao. He’s eating her out in the bathroom while his son is on the other side of the door, asking if she’s okay 😂

* Can Kayce’s baby momma stop flirting with Colt? Thanks.

* “For what it’s worth, whatever this is, I want it so bad it fucking aches.”

* FUCK THIS PREGNANT BITCH. COLT NEEDS TO KICK HER AND HIS SON OFF THE RANCH!!!

* Five fucking months. Are you kidding me?!

* The kid wasn’t Kayce’s! Halle-fuckin’-lulah! And now Kayce is joking about Layla and his dad..? He knew?! Oh my god, she better go get her man.

* He showed to her graduation 😭

* Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. She went home with him 🥹

[subwonwooagenda]

FAQ/RULES

Who/What Do I Write For?

Youtubers

Grizzy, Puffer, Elastic Droid, Pezzy, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, DazGames, CrankGamePlays, CORPSE, Colby Brock, Sam Golbach, Mully, JoshDub, EddieVR, Juicyfruitsnacks, YourNarrator

Haikyuu!

Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Ennoshita, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kiyoko, Yachi, Ukai

Kuroo, Yaku, Kai, Yamamoto, Kenma, Fukunaga, Inuoka, Lev

Oikawa, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi, Yahaba, Kindaichi, Kunimi, Kyotani

Aone, Futakuchi, Koganegawa

Bokuto, Akaashi

Ushijima, Semi, Tendo, Goshiki, Shirabu

Terushima

Sakusa

Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna

Saeko, Alisa

Band of Brothers

Richard Winters, Lewis Nixon, Ronald Speirs, Carwood Lipton, Harry Welsh, Buck Compton, Eugene Roe, Joe Liebgott, Edward Heffron, Bill Guarnere, Joe Toye, George Luz, Donald Malarkey, Warren Muck, Alex Penkala, Alton More, Charles Grant, Floyd Talbert, Denver Randleman, Frank Perconte, Johnny Martin, David Webster, Popeye Wynn, Darrell Powers, Pat Christenson, Walter Gordon, Donald Hoobler, Edward Tipper, Albert Blithe

Seventeen

OT13, S.Coups, Jeonghan, Joshua, Junhui, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Woozi, Seokmin, Mingyu, Minghao, Seungkwan, Vernon, Dino

ATEEZ

Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho

NCT

Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Kun, Doyoung, Ten, Jaehyun, Winwin, Jungwoo, Lucas, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, YangYang, Shotaro, Sungchan, Chenle, Jisung

Horror/Slashers

Pennywise, Thomas Hewitt, Carrie, Michael Myers, Jason, Billy, Stu, Brahms, Chucky, Tiffany

Lord of the Rings

Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Boromir, Faramir, Arwen, Elrond, Eomer, Eowyn, Galadriel, Haldir

The Hobbit

Bilbo, Thorin, Fili, Kili,Balin, Dwalin, Oin, Gloin, Dori, Nori, Ori, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Elrond, Beorn, Thranduil, Bard, Legolas, Tauriel, Azog, Bolg, Smaug

Ouran High School Host Club

Tamaki, Kyoya, Hikaru, Kaoru, Morinozuka, Haninozuka, Haruhi, Renge, Kasanoda

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Saiki, Nendo, Kaido, Teruhashi, Toritsuka, Hairo, Aren, Yumehara, Saiko 

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Leonardo, Raphael, Michaelangelo, Donatello, April, Casey

Stranger Things

Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, Eleven, Max, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Billy, Robin, Hopper, Alexei, Barb

 Anne With an E

Anne, Gilbert, Diana, Jerry, Ruby, Cole, Sebastian, Moody

Jurassic Park 1 & 3 (not Lost World because I didn’t enjoy it)

Alan, Ellie, Billy, Henry Wu, Ian Malcolm, Eric

Jurassic World & Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

Owen, Claire, Lowery, Zach, Gray, Barry, Zia, Franklin

Game of Thrones

Robb, Jon, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon, Eddard, Daenerys, Ramsay, Jaime, Cersei, Tyrion, Joffery, Tommen, Khal Drogo, Theon, Yara, Sandor, Oberyn, Brienne, Bronn, Tormund, Samwell

DSMP/MCYT

Dream, Antfrost, Awesamdude, BadBoyHalo, Callahan, CaptainPuffy, Eret, Fundy, Foolish, George, Jack Manifold, Jschlatt, Karl Jacobs, Niki Nihachu, Philza, Punz, Purpled, Quackity,, Ranboo, Sapnap, Skeppy, Charlie Slimecicle, Technoblade, TommyInnit, Tubbo

 Feel free to suggest things for me to watch or get into so that i can start to write for your preferred fandom!

Are Asks/Requests Open?

The majority of the times, my asks and requests will always be open, however, i am only human so sometimes I get overwhelmed, when I do, I will take requests but i will not work on them until i have the time to.

What kind of asks/requests do I take?

I will take member x member, member x reader (both female and male; you just have to specify), If you would like something on trans reader then I will need to know exactly what you wish for me to write so that I do not offend you or make you uncomfortable. I will not take mainly Angst asks, I’m not good at writing angst so I will only take mild angst asks or angst to eventual fluff or smut.

Where can you find my fics?

My masterlist (It’s also in my bio)

RULES

I DO NOT WRITE FOR THESE TOPICS:

Non-Con (non consensual AKA Rape)

watersports and scat (Urine and Feces)

Actual beastiality (EX: member or reader actually getting fucked by a real dog or animal)

Toxic Jealousy (Yandere/abusive jealousy)

Sexual Age Regression (Sexual Little Space)

Drug use other than weed (EX: crack, heroine, cocaine, etc.)

Cheating (Due to irl experiences)

Asks with no scenario (I need something to plot with guys)

WEIRD ASKS OR NORMAL ASKS I DO TAKE:

Corruption Kink

Makeup Sex

Angry Sex

Spit Kink

Blood Play (Only in Vampire Asks)

Hyung or Oppa Kinks

Thick reader (male or female)

Trans-Reader (Please specify how to write your ask so I do not offend you accidentally)

Threesome, Foursomes, Fivesomes/Gangbangs

Impact Play

Wax Play

Knife play (intimidation only) (NO ACTUAL CUTTING)

Degradation 

Pet Play

Playful Jealousy/Possessiveness

You’re welcome to ask if i write or don’t write for anything, i'd rather you ask then submit an ask that i can’t write.

Blog Rules

I love anon names, but please ask before choosing so that you don't choose an already taken one

Read FAQ/RULES (this post) before sending asks/requests

Please make sure that the asks and requests are open before you submit things for them

If you ask or request something based off of a gif or image, please submit the image or gif as well so that i know what you’re talking about

If your ask/request is not done to your liking, please tell me so i may redo it

GET SPECIFIC (the more details, the better the end result will be for you so please get descriptive on what you want

If the typos do not make something unreadable, do not tell me about them

[contrabandhothead]

✎ masterlist ✐

key 

* = contains smut or graphic topics (read at your own risk!)

∞ = fluff

- LEANDRO BAPTISTA -

Leandro as an older brother

- DOC BRYAN -

Tim as an older brother

- JAMES CHAFFIN -

James as an older brother

- BRAD COLBERT - 

Brad as an older brother

- JOHN CHRISTESON -

John as an older brother

- POKE ESPERA -

Poke as an older brother

- NATE FICK -

being in a relationship with nate fick headcanons - ∞

Nate as an older brother

- GABE GARZA -

Gabe as an older brother

- WALT HASSER -

fluffy walt hasser headcanons - ∞

Walt as an older brother

- PAPPY PATRICK -

Pappy as an older brother

- RAY PERSON -

Ray as an older brother

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- MOE ALLEY -

dancing in the dark

- ALBERT BLITHE -

Albert as a big brother

- BUCK COMPTON -

what it’s like to date him while being in easy co.

Buck as a big brother

in sickness and in health

dancing in the dark 

- CHUCK GRANT -

Chuck as a big brother

in sickness and in health

dancing in the dark

- BILL GUARNERE -

what it’s like to date him while being in easy co.

Bill as a big brother

in sickness and in health

dancing in the dark

- BABE HEFFRON -

what it’s like to date him while being in easy co.

Babe as a big brother

in sickness and in health

dancing in the dark

- JOHN JANOVEC -

John as an older brother

- JOE LIEBGOTT -

what it’s like to date him while being in easy co.

Joe as a big brother

in sickness and in health

dancing in the dark

- CARWOOD LIPTON -

what it’s like to date him while being in easy co.

Carwood as a big brother

in sickness and in health

dancing in the dark

- GEORGE LUZ -

what it’s like to date him while being in easy co.

George as a big brother

in sickness and in health

dancing in the dark

- DONALD MALARKEY -

what it’s like to date him while being in Easy Co.

Don as a big brother

in sickness and in health

dancing in the dark

- JOHNNY MARTIN -

Johnny as a big brother

in sickness and in health

- SKIP MUCK -

Skip as a big brother

in sickness and in health

- ALTON MORE -

Alton as a big brother

- LEWIS NIXON -

what it’s like to date him while being in Easy Co.

Lewis as a big brother

in sickness and in health

dancing in the dark

- FRANK PERCONTE -

what it’s like to date him while being in Easy Co.

Frank as a big brother

in sickness and in health

- SHIFTY POWERS -

Shifty as a big brother

in sickness and in health

- EUGENE ROE -

what it’s like to date him while being in Easy Co.

Gene as a big brother

in sickness and in health

dancing in the dark

- BULL RANDLEMAN -

Bull as a big brother

in sickness and in health

- RONALD SPEIRS -

what it’s like to date him while being in Easy Co.

Ron as a big brother

in sickness and in health

dancing in the dark

- SKINNY SISK -

Skinny as a big brother

- FLOYD TALBERT -

what it’s like to date him while being in Easy Co.

hanging out with Trigger & Tab ∞

Tab as a big brother

childhood friends

in sickness and in health 

dancing in the dark

- JOE TOYE -

in sickness and in health

Joe as a big brother

dancing in the dark

- DAVID WEBSTER -

what it’s like to date him while being in Easy Co.

David as a big brother

dancing in the dark

- HARRY WELSH -

Harry as a big brother

- RICHARD WINTERS -

what it’s like to date him while being in Easy Co.

Richard as a big brother

in sickness and in health

dancing in the dark

significant other? no. obsession with some fucking war shows

- BAND OF BROTHERS -

sharkboy and lavagirl but make it worse

band of brothers tiktok

joseph d. liebgott + hershey bars

to fight or not to fight: band of brothers edition

band of brothers as types of drunks

what your favorite band of brothers ship says about you

goodnight to...

what your favorite bob character says about you 

what your favorite bob character says about you p.2

tag urself: bob chaos edition

- THE PACIFIC -

i watched the pacific: a mood board

the best pacific character

- GENERATION KILL -

brad colbert dealing with his team (more specifically ray) moodboard

nate fick @ encino man & casey kasem 

ray person’s pillow pet 

diagnosing you as a gen kill man

chain of command hate

generation kill as the onion articles

[xladyxfatex]

Little Dove (Chapter Three)

(Warning includes smut)

A huge thank you to @neversatisfiedgirlfics for writing the smut in this chapter when my mind just could not handle it. And another huge thank you to @theworldofotps for always helping with this. You both rock!

_________

~*3 months later*~

It's been 3 months since the two had agreed to take things slow. Filming for the new season would be done in another 2 months. Nicole had spent a great deal of time if set, often helping with the catering. During down time, which was rare, Norman and Nicole would talk, go on dates, and help each out. Nicole was finally seeing that Eric was actually wrong about Norman and that he really did truly love her. 

Today and tomorrow happen to be two days off for the cast and crew, and Nicole had a devilish idea in mind. She had asked Andrew to take Norman all for the majority of the day but to have him back by 6pm. Andrew agreed though wasn't entirely sure what the hell they'd do for that long. "Food, movies and video games. Those should keep you guys busy long enough." Nicole had told him. While away Nicole went to pick up ingredients for a romantic dinner. 

She if course grabbed their favorites, steaks, potatoes, salad fixing, and everything needed to make Baklava. After getting everything back to the suite, Nicole began to marinate the steaks, and assemble the Baklava. Since those would take the longest. Once those were started she ran to the liquor store, she grabbed a nice bottle of red wine, and if course whiskey his favorite brand and grabbed a bag of ice.

 She had already had nice tableware from the few gatherings she held for the cast and crew, most days off she was in charge of making "family dinner" but not this time she had nicely informed her friends that she needed this time for something special, and with the way her eyes sparkled and the smile on her face everyone knew what was to come, at least they hopped they did.

Once back she placed the wine in the fridge the whiskey on the counter and the ice in the freezer. She took out the potatoes, peeled and cut them, and placed them in a pot with cold water, salt and a lid. Checking the time it was 2:45pm, she still had time. She was always one to get prep work done so she only had to worry about actually cooking the meal. 

She prep the salad and made homemade dressing. During which time she also made the honey sauce for the Baklava that was just about to finish cooking. Pulling it from the oven she poured the sauce over the top,  then wrapped the top with tinfoil and carefully placed it on the bottom shelf in the fridge. 

Running over the check list in her head, she found she was caught up and actually ahead of the schedule she set for herself. She went to look through her clothes she wanted something special for tonight, but nothing she saw seemed good enough. Huffing, she checked the time again.....3:15pm......well she could go to the mall quickly and pick something out. 

Once at the mall she went to a small  boutique shop, walking in she was pleasantly greeted by a very tall man. She had informed of her plans for the evening without giving away too much of course and that she wanted something special to wear for it. He looked her up down, had her do a spin ((which Nicole thought was hilarious))

Jerhiam, the store clerk looked around the shop. "Aha! Yes girl this dress is exactly what you need for tonight, go on try it on." He hand  Nicole, a midnight blue strapless dress and waved her off to the dressing rooms. Once inside she removed her combat boots, peeled off her ripped blue jeans, and took off her black tank top. She slipped into the beautiful dress and when she looked in the mirror her jaw nearly hit the floor.

The dress once on came to just above her knees ((that's what happens when one is under five foot)) it was sleek and hugged her in all the right places. The midnight blue color setting off her eyes and fair skin. 

"Girl! Get out here and let me see you in the dress. I have to know if I was right or not." Jerhiam called out. Nicole slowly came out from the dressing room and Jerhiam squealed. "Oh hunny you look perfect!" He said jumping around still squealing which caused Nicole to laugh.

Once changing I to her normal clothes, Nicole went and paid for her new dress. She then went to a few other stores for new undergarments and a new pair of shoes. Checking the time it was 4:45pm and she needed to get back to get a shower and dinner started 

Meanwhile Andrew and Norman were enjoying a guys day. It was nice but damn Norman really had wanted to spend these 48 hours with just Nicole.

"What do you think Nicole's doing?" Norman asked absentmindedly. Andrew laughed. "You two have made some great progress over the last 3 months. Besides you'll be with your Little Dove soon enough. Just do all of us a favor yeah?" 

Norman raised an eyebrow as he lifted he heading signaling his friend to continue. "Don't hurt her, don't treat her like some fan girl you'd fuck and never see again. She's become like a little sister to many of us and will hurt you if you hurt her. If you have noticed since she's been here this season it's been peaceful, no fights between cast and crew. She has a way about that makes everyone claim. So don't fuck this up cause Kirkman already wants her back next season, did you know she not only helped when catering was short handed but she helped with several of the revisions? She amazing."

Norman knew how amazing Nicole is,  though not that she had been so extra helpful. "Yeah man I don't plan on fucking shit up with my Little Dove. I've waited and I'm still waiting we aren't officially together yet, but I know when she's ready she'll tell me." Both Norman and Andrew smiled at that, Andrew a little more cause he knew what she planned for tonight.

Nicole set the table, and started the potatoes on a low heated boil. She decided to cook the steak in cast iron pans with a method she learned from watching Alton Brown on Good Eats. While the oven and cast irons heated up in the 500 degree oven, Nicole ran to the fridge to grab the rolls. 

5:45pm the steaks were done and resting, the potatoes mashed and seasoned, and the rolls in the oven. Once pulled out she placed them in a bread basket and covered with a towel to help keep warm. Finally she ran off to shower. She had texted Andrew and asked that he keep Norman just an extra 10 minutes. Which he had happily agreed to.  A quick shower and shave, and she was out blow drying her long dark locks while trying to put on her new black lace panties and matching bra. Finally finished with her hair she put on her new dress and shoes. Sprayed her favorite body spray Hawaiian Ginger, and put a light shade pink lipstick. Make up was never her forte. 

Once done she had just moments to plate the food, and now now her nerves hit, the butterflies in her stomach felt huge and she swore she was sweating bullets. 'Ugh get your shit together Nicole! It's just Norman you both already know how each other feels!' After mentally scolding herself and putting the salad bowl on the table along with the wine and whiskey she heard a knock at her suites door. 'Here goes nothing.' Taking a deep breath she answered the door.

Norman stood there jaw on the floor and shock and surprise in his eyes. He looked Nicole up down and would be damned to say the girl looked stunning.

A soft giggle brought Norman back to reality.  "Come in, dinners gonna get cold if you don't." The sweet smile on her face was equally to the amazing smell filling her suite. Walking towards the table Norman saw what she had been doing all day.

"I made your favorites, plus Baklava for dessert." Sitting down everything looked amazing. "Nicole this meal looks and smells amazing,  and you.....you look stunning." Norman held eye contact with Nicole letting her know he meant his words.

The meal went smoothly, small talk here there about the things the other may have missed, Norman noticed how Nicole kept biting her bottom lip, and that alone was doing things to him.

"Can you please stop biting your lip?" 

The question itself slightly confusing the woman in front him.

"What's wrong with me biting my lip?" The pure innocence in her voice causing even more thoughts to flood his mind. 

"Norman, I...umm..." she trailed off as she stood from the table and fixed her dress. 'Damnit Nicole you can do this' she thought to herself. Taking a deep breath she walked over to him slowly and looked deep in his eyes, she cupped his face in her small hands and kissed him.

Norman was a little too shocked to react and after a few moments of not responding,  Nicole began to pull away. She felt like damn fool. Waving it off as nothing she began to walk to living room when she felt a pull on her wrist. She spun around and was met with Norman lips on hers. It was a kiss of need, hungry and passion.  Reciprocating his kiss she slid her arms around his neck to pull him closer. His tongue grazed her bottom lip and she slowly opened allowing him to slip inside and explore every inch of her mouth.

Their tongues danced together almost as if in a  choreographed dance. When the need for oxygen became overbearing the broke the kiss. Panting he looked into her eyes, as much as he had craved this moment and what it would lead to he had to know she wanted it too. Otherwise it just wasn't happening no matter what.

Licking his bottom lip and asked "Nicole, is this what you want? Because if not tell me to stop now and I will." He trailed his fingers down her face stopping just above her exposed cleavage.

Her breathing hitched, as she bit her lip once again. "Yes Norman, this is what I want.  I want you.....all of you. Please?" She stared into his beautiful eyes, for too long she had wanted him, and after their confessions he had waited so patiently. He helped her see he wasn't his reputation, and he wasn't what that asshole had claimed.  Her feelings for him grew exponentially. Everytime he'd hold her or graze her skin it sent electricity through her body a feeling she'd never experienced with anyone else. 

Cupping her face in his hands he brought her in for another heated kiss, this one filled with need, want, and lust. His hands slid from her face down her neck to her hips, squeezing them lightly, drawing her closer to his body. Her hands slipped round his neck, lightly tugging on his hair earning her a moan from him. 

The want in Nicole was dyer, this was something she had fantasized about too many times to count. Her hands feverishly roamed his body, down his musclury chest, stopping at the hem of his tee shirt. She craved to feel his bare skin. Slightly tugging his shirt up, Norman stops her holding her hands in his. 

He wanted this, he truly did, but she wasn't just another notch in his bed post, no her face was the one he'd see when with all those other women, her voice what he heard. He wanted Nicole in the worse way writhing under him panting and screaming his name, but he also wa wanted to do this the right way. She means the world to him, and he wasn't going to let either of them rush this.

Gently removing her hands from the hem of his shirt, and pulling away from the kiss, he leans his forehead on to hers. He softly whispers.

"I don't want us to rush this. I want to do this right. Show you how wonderful and beautiful you are."

A small whimper escaped past her lips as she slowly pulled back. He took that moment to remove her clothes piece by piece with careful, slow hands. It was so much more than what he’d done with the others. All the instances of rough, careless trysts couldn’t compare to this singular moment. 

This was a line they had never crossed. This felt like it could change everything. But it also felt...right. Like it should have happened a long time ago.

He laid her down and she felt his calloused hands graze her skin. She trembled at his gentleness and the slight waver in his touch.

Norman was as nervous as she was, she realized. This eased her mind, knowing he could feel how different this was. And as they explored her body, she felt it more deeply than she could ever say.

His fingers cradled the swell of her breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs, then his mouth. The way Nicole arched and moaned made him throb even more. With his tongue and teeth he brought them to the pearl, then trailed lower down her body, where the scent of her arousal almost made him growl. 

A gasp left her lips as a finger drifted along her slick folds, circling the bundle of nerves. But when he lowered his mouth to taste her, another sound came out. One that she’d never heard before, not even with Eric.

At that he looked up from where he rested between her legs. “You alright, darlin’?”

Nicole nodded, blushing a little. “I-I’m fine. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t. I promise.” His words were a caress that made her quiver, and she believed every one of them.

He gave slow, penetrating kisses to her core. Her taste was addictive, more heady than the strongest whiskey. His tongue swirled and played upon her sensitive clit as his lips held it in place. Nicole writhed and moaned beneath him, to the point Norman wrapped his arms around her thighs to pin her down.

Oh no, she was not gonna run from him. Not this time.

She thought she would lose her mind. The way he zeroed in on her swollen bud, how he focused solely on her pleasure...like no one ever had. 

It was too much. Too much…

Before Nicole could finish her thought, her body was awash in a trembling orgasm that left her breathless. 

She was so shaken by the release, she barely noticed the tears that streamed down her cheeks. Or the tender fingers that wiped them away. 

“Nicole…?” Norman looked concerned until she gave him a nod and a soft smile. 

“I’m alright,” she breathed. “I need you.”

He kissed her soft and slow. “You have me, darlin’,” he whispered back.

Before she knew it, Norman turned on his back so she was straddling his lap, feeling her core hot and wet against him.

“Tell me what you need,” he whispered, his other hand guiding his cock in tiny circles against her clit. “Tell me.”

“You. Fuck, I need you. Please…”

She sounded so beautiful when she pleaded for him. 

He pushed into her slick entrance. So slow, so steady, so deep. God, the stretch….he filled her completely. It was...she couldn’t describe...

“Ride me,” his voice directed in that wrecked timbre. “I’m yours. Take what you want.”

Nicole’s uncertainty vanished when she realized he was letting her set the pace. No one had ever given her that before.

Her body rolled and rocked, his hands resting on her hips. The sounds they made were like sacred hymns, the bed was their temple. Her whimpers and cries melded with his moans and curses in a dissonant but perfect harmony. 

Norman pulled Nicole closer, hand on the back of her neck, kissing her as though his life depended on it. 

It wouldn’t be much longer now. For either of them.

“...I can’t...I...I’m gonna…” She was spiraling towards the edge.

“Fuck, me too.” 

He moved a hand between them, placing a single teasing finger on her clit. “Let me see you, darlin’. Let me watch you come. I bet you’re so fucking beautiful when you come…”

It was as if the world exploded, by the way she shuddered and cried into a full-body orgasm. 

He followed right after, erupting into heated spurts within her, gripping her tightly as he found release. 

Nicole heard her name in a whisper as he rested his head against her chest. She held Norman close, stroking his hair as they slowly came down from their high. 

Norman stroked Nicole's now disheveled hair, while she absentmindedly traces patterns on his chest. Neither had ever experienced something that earth shattering before. He observed her sweat covered body and the way it seemed to glisten in the moonlight. He was memezoried by her but now it was something more. And fuck, what happens now, he didn't want this to ruin what they had spent a lifetime building.

As if she could read his thoughts Nicole picked her head up off his chest and softly spoke.

"Norman, I love you and I have for so very long. I don't feel like what we just did was a mistake, it was far from. I can tell you're worried this ruined our friendship, but….." she trailed off as she moved away from him. He felt like everything was beginning to fall to shit and fast.

"...but what if...what if friends was never what we were destined to be? What if we were always supposed to be more?" As the words left her lips they became quieter barely above a whisper. Norman almost couldn't make out the end of what she had said, but when he did, a huge smile was on his face. He slid closer to her wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Yeah? You really feel that way don't you Little Dove?" She could feel the smirk against her neck as he spoke. And she couldn't help but smile. Turning to face him she placed a kiss on his lips.

"Only if you want me as more, otherwise ...we can always pretend-" she was abruptly cut off by Norman's protest.

"Never! I don't ever want to pretend that this didn't happen. Do you have any idea how many nights I've thought about what this would have been like? Let me tell you everything I pictured was wrong. It was so much better in so many ways that I can't even explain. If you think I'm just going to forget this you're dead wrong."

Nicole stared at Norman. Was this possible? Was he saying he had thought about this situation with her before? She had to have heard that wrong, there was no way……'he always was protective, hated it when others would touch me. Hated when I'd tell him about my newest relationship and ask his advice.' Her thoughts were becoming scattered and unfocused.

Jumping from the bed she ran to the bathroom and locked the door. Thoughts and memories running rampant in her mind. She needed to compose herself and fast. She began deep breathing. 'Alright look 3 months ago we both admitted we loved each other. We've been unofficially dating since that time. Let's NOT lose our shit over this.' Finally calm Nicole went back out to Norman. He sat on edge the bed still head in his hands. She sank to her knees and removed his hands looking up at him. Gently rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand she held, she spoke sweetly.

"I am so sorry, I shouldn't haven't reacted that way. I was just...surprised by that small confession, but I would be lying if I said I had never thought the same. Often times in fact over the years ..." Her face became red from embarrassment, and she hung her head. Norman couldn't help but chuckle. To him not only was she beautiful and innocent still but the fact the fact that she'd gotten so embarrassed over confessing she thought of him in such a way was just the cherry on top.

"Come here darlin' let's go shower off and get some rest yeah? I've got filming in the morning and I believe your on set for something? Andrew didn't exactly tell me what though." 

Nicole blinked, oh shit, yeah she was supposed to be on set tomorrow, she's running lines with one of the other cast mates, they needed someone to help since the actress playing the new role ditched because of something or other. She didn't want to tell Norman that though, she wasn't sure he'd be happy. Since casting was going to take forever and they had already gotten through most of the season the new female character was supposed to be introduced at the mid season break then run til at least the end of next season. Depending of course on how the fans react to her.

Norman out stretched his hand to help Nicole to her feet. He gathered his boxers, while she grabbed and oversized t-shirt and boy shorts , and the two headed to the bathroom to shower. 

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A View To A Winchester (Part 6)

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Summary: Julie’s starting a new life after divorce in a home with a very nice view.

A Dean X OFC story. No idea how long it will be, but I’ve got time on my hands. I got this idea staring out the view of my home office window and thinking how nice it would be to have Dean Winchester to ogle. I’m thinking it will go the fluffy route, with some angst, and maybe some smut down the line. Not sure yet.

Section Word Count:  3,787

Section Warnings: fluff, angst, R-rated language, drunk-dialing, Dean flirting/arousing/drinking

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“I’m going to be a big tub of lard if this goes incredibly bad, really quickly.” Julie mumbled to herself in the kitchen bright and early the next morning. “I’ll eat my rejection in calories.”  

She had not slept well, despite Dean wishing her a good night. And, it had been all his fault. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. And pie.

There had been numerous Pinterest searches late into the night for tips and tricks on how to make the perfect crust. The barely used pastry cutter had been dug out of her wedding gifts box in the basement at about four am. At what was now six am, she was using it to cut the cold fats - a not-yet-tried-by-Julie mix of shortening and butter recommended by one blogger - into the flour.

Next came the slow addition of ice water and another novel ingredient, cold vodka. She had to wait an hour before even starting the dough that morning, placing a bottle of vodka in the freezer to chill. The alcohol apparently inhibited gluten formation which should, in theory, promote a tender and flaky crust. She was not a chemistry gal but she did enjoy learning how to use it to her advantage when it came to food. Forget Bill Nye the Science Guy. She was an Alton Brown, Good Eats fan.

What the hell am I doing this all for? Desperation? Thy name is Julie. What happened to telling Mr. Winchester you had lots of time to get to know him? Hitting the accelerator, baking a pie because you know he loves pie? It’s like exposing Superman to kryptonite. But is Dean Superman, and pie is the kryptonite in this analogy? Or am I Superman and Dean is my kryptonite?

“Fuck. I need sleep.”

She turned the dough out onto the floured counter. The folding was always the part that made her nervous. Her mind wandered to Dean again. Focus, don’t overwork it. Dimpling the soft, crumbling dough with her fingers brought her back to the feeling of his, dancing over her skin.

A weird, tweaked out bliss washed over her. She understood the enjoyment mom got out of cooking for others, even if she wouldn’t admit it. For Julie, it came from baking up treats for co-workers that made their eyes double in size and the occasional dinner parties with friends that ended with a multitude of compliments and full bellies. The parties I use to throw with Steve.

A flour cloud billowed from her continued kneading. Her nose tickled at the dust entering her nostrils. 

She’d lost a lot of their shared acquaintances over the past few months. Julie didn’t have it in her to compete for a mutual friend’s attention. Steve always needed the camaraderie more than she did anyway. She didn’t have the strength or inclination to work that hard for friendships that had already begun to dissolve or become distant over the last decade. The choice to not have children had put them both on a decidedly different path than all their married friends. In her honest opinion, the patriarchal society created a more obvious division between her and her female peers. It didn’t help that she was not one to offer to babysit. Let Steve be the fun uncle. Asshole.

Julie backed away when she realized the folding motion had gotten aggressive. There was no need to take her anger out on the innocent pastry. She separated the dough, formed two balls, covered them in cling wrap, and whacked them in the freezer to prepare for rolling out later. The Great British Baking Show is goddamn addicting.

But Dean. Dean’s lascivious, pornographic attitude toward food had set something off. If a cobbler or a cake could get the kind of a reaction she had witnessed from that man, she really wanted to see what a pie could do. She imagined those green eyes melting her with a gaze of adoration after her pie passed his lips.

I don’t think we’re talking about apples anymore. That mouth. Sweet Jesus. She had picked up on his affinity for lip licking and how his gaze lingered on her own mouth. Oral fixation. He has to be an amazing kisser. I bet he knows how to use that tongue. Everywhere. 

Julie shivered. She poured her second cup of black coffee and strolled to the tiny foyer. The reflection in the hall mirror under unflattering light only magnified the suitcases replacing the bags under her eyes. Her two sizes too big tattered pajamas reminded her of a potato sack. Dean is certainly going to want to get all up in this. Inhaling the aroma first, she then blew in the mug and took a languid sip. So, pie would be a good deflection from your appearance. But the friggin’ pie won’t be ready for hours. And, anyway, it might turn out horrible.

She still had to peel, core, and chop up a ton of apples for the filling. Christ, the sun isn’t even up yet. A yawn overpowered her, despite the injection of caffeine. I should try and take a nap. Her body slipped into her favorite sofa corner. Just a quick one. The mug steamed on the side table. Her lids closed.

~~~~~

Julie’s eyes shot open. Sunlight filtered through the golden sheer curtains covering the sliding doors. The mug was no longer steaming. It was quiet outside.

“Shit.” 

She unfolded out of her seat and rose to stand. Her body creaked in resistance. Discomfort in her muscles delayed their response with a stab of pins and needles. She cringed and cursed under her breath. A swish opened the curtains. Her mouth dropped open.

Lawn’s mowed. Her gaze shot up to Dean’s backyard. Impala’s gone.

“Shit.”

Phone. Julie flew to the kitchen. The phone had been used to look up the crust recipe. She swiped at the flour dusted screen. A groan. It was one o’clock in the afternoon. She groaned again at the notifications. Four messages. All from Dean.

“Shit.”

Knock, knock.

Anybody home?

Hey, Sleeping Beauty. All done with your scheduled lawn service. Was going to drop off your cake. Text me when you wake up so I can make a delivery.

Julie, I had to take care of some business. Be gone until tomorrow. I’m holding your cake hostage. In fact, I’m bringing a few slices with me for the road. Might not be much left. But, seriously, let me know you’re okay. Or I’m knocking your door DOWN when I get back.

“I missed him.” She whispered, in total dejection. She hit reply and began talking out her text. This new tick was happening every time she had a virtual conversation with Dean. “I’m so sorry I didn’t hear you. I teeter between an insomniac and coma patient lately. You can have ALL the cake.”

Her heart skipped a few beats when the phone rang, displaying Dean’s name.

She answered on the fourth ring. “Hello?”

“I was thinking you dropped the phone and ran away after your text message.” Exasperation threaded through the bass of his voice. He sighed, faraway, on what sounded like his phone’s speaker. “Are you trying to play hard to get?”

“I’m still waking up.” It wasn’t a total lie.

“Hm. Pretty impressive. You slept through me knocking on the front and back door.”

“I slept through an earthquake and two aftershocks once.” She offered.

“Bullshit.” Dean stated without hesitation.

“I did.” Her defenses were up. “I was in California.” She didn’t bother to say she had been on her honeymoon.

“You should get that checked.”

“I did. I’m good. Just a sound sleeper when I actually get some needed rest. I take it you’re a light sleeper?” 

“Pretty much. I’m programmed to wake up at the slightest noise.”

“Work took you away again, huh?”

“Yep.”

She waited. “Is this where you tell me what you do?”

He chuckled. “It’s not as exciting as you’re probably imagining.”

“Try me.”

Without missing a beat, he responded, “Bail Enforcement Agent.”

“Wha-?”

“Bounty Hunter. Even though my colleagues don’t particularly care for the term, I’ve found.”

She gave it a few seconds to sink in. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Her mind replayed the conversation she overheard Dean have with his brother on the phone. He mentioned coming back from a hunting trip. “Is that the business you were in with your brother?”

“No.” He paused. “Let’s say it was bounty hunting adjacent.”

“That’s all I get, huh?”

Another chuckle. “Yep.”

“Now who’s playing hard to get?”

“Not I, sweetheart. You’ll never know what you would’ve been in for today... if you’d heard me knocking.”

She swallowed. A swooshing sound filled the absence of his voice on the line. He’s driving.

“Give me a hint?” A breathy whine escaped along with the question. She bit her lip at the accidental slip.

“Hell. I’ve got someone on the other line. Give me a minute and I’ll call you back.” He hung up abruptly.

She cringed at her reaction. Sexy. Ugh. You are so out of your league with this one. Well, no need to finish working on that pie now. She waved a hand and marched upstairs to change out of her pjs. The crust will keep.

Minutes ticked by. He got busy with work. Bounty hunting? She finished changing and pounced onto her bed, landing on her stomach. Her head shook. It’s an actual thing people do. But he could be lying, leading me on with some absurd and inflated story to see what he can get away with. She’d been that naive with men before, believing what they said at face value. Because, if she wouldn’t flat out lie, why would someone else? Life experience was a hell of a teacher. It turned her hard and cynical and untrusting.

Ten minutes turned into thirty. She browsed through social media apps on her phone. Every second increased her agitation. My window of opportunity has passed.

Over the next half hour, she applied some makeup and gave herself a pep talk in the mirror. “You are channeling all of your pent-up energy, attention, and sexual frustration into this one man. Not healthy. I mean, yeah, the sexual frustration part is totally understandable. But…” she trailed off and stared at her reflection.

Don’t want to get your mind off a messed-up relationship with a quick hop in the sheets. Take care of you. Remember? That was my mantra when I signed the divorce papers. Christ, the single hardest thing I’ve probably ever had to do. And, I added my name to that document like John Fucking Hancock. 

She nodded.

“Go out. Get some air. Run some errands. Just be. And be okay with that.”

Julie attempted to make herself believe her words as she went about her day.

~~~~~

Her mom had called to check in while she was out. So had her brother. Kelly, her co-worker, had texted about a project due the next day, bright and early Monday morning. Julie had taken off that upcoming week and wouldn’t be in the office to help. Kelly needed a pep type. Julie didn’t have the strength for a talk. 

Nothing major was planned for her staycation. The only thing she’d sort of been forced into by her old friend, Karen, was to host a mini belated housewarming that Friday night. Aside from the food prep and cleaning, nothing was on her to-do list for days. Now, she debated if she should just hop in the car and go somewhere. Anywhere, to get away from the temptation that was Dean Winchester. With her mother back home, she didn’t have anything keeping her tied to the house. Except the possibility of a very bad decision clad in plaid.

She returned home with a bottle of wine and a bottle of bourbon, the latter item she never drank. Wandering down the aisle of whiskeys in the liquor store made her think of Dean. He seemed like a bourbon guy, or a man that would appreciate the drink. The clerk had recommended the bottle with an unassuming label filled with a beautiful amber liquid.

Not depressing at all. It was six pm when she strolled up the steps to her bedroom. Her hands balanced an open wine bottle and foil wrapped hazelnut chocolates stuffed into her drinking glass. She tipped the glass and dumped the chocolates onto the bedspread.  Let me not be that pathetic and put some clean pjs on at least. The plan was to settle in for an 80s comfort movie marathon. She’d started with “The Goonies”, then “The Dark Crystal”. She had polished off all the chocolates, wrappers littering the bed, and was almost through “Labyrinth” and the wine when the phone lit up.

U up?

Ten o’clock and Dean was messaging. The alcohol buzz and trippy Henson atmosphere contributed to her out of body feeling. She watched her fingers tap the phone icon and dial his number. 

“Sorry about not calling you back earlier. Got a lead on my skip and had to jump on it.” His voice was super close, husky and low.

“Were you on a stakeout?” A throaty laugh in response to her question ignited a full body tingle. It started at the top of her head and worked its way down to the tips of her bare toes. She muted the television, sank into the pillows, and focused on the ceiling. And Dean’s voice.

“Not quite. I found out he was backtracking to visit his girlfriend. I beat him there, talked to her, explained his situation, and how bad it could really get if he kept running. She convinced him to turn himself in.” 

Julie’s tracking was fuzzy on the details. “Is he handcuffed in your backseat now? Or, your trunk?”

“No. Already dropped him off at the police station.” 

“Where?”

“Poconos.”

That was well over two hours from Pike Creek. “Long way for a fugitive.”

“Not really. Just another Sunday drive for me.”

It sounded too quiet on Dean’s end. “On your way back?”

“I was.” He sighed. “But then I decided to stop at a bar. Had a few too many. So, I’m crashing at a classy motel, stone’s throw away from said bar.” 

“Hm. I should be crashing soon, too.” Julie slurred.

Another long pause. “Have you been drinking?”

“Yep.” She popped the “p” out of her mouth with pursed lips.

“Huh. Sounds like you’ve been at it for a while.”

“The almost empty wine bottle would agree.”

He tisked. “Drunk. And I’m missing it.”

The back of her hand pressed against the warmth of her cheek. “You’re partaking in this event virt-,” the train of thought left the station without her. “Not missing it. Did you take the drinking party back to your room?”

“I did. Always keep a bottle of Jack in my trunk.” 

“We should toast, then, to drinking alone… but, not.” Julie sat up and took a swig, even if Dean wasn’t going to do the same.

She didn’t know how much time passed before he asked in an even, steady tone, “You wanted a hint, earlier, didn’t you?”

Silence.

“Julie?” His voice teased out her name, soft and slow.

She battled to focus. “Yes. A hint would be nice.”

“How about a confession?”

Electric currents pulsed under her skin. “A confession would be even better.”

“Okay. I should’ve told you this that first day. But... I’ve been watching you… spying on me… for a while.”

Her posture straightened, bolting upright from her reclined position, now stiff as a board. “I-I…”

“Don’t try to deny it.” Silence. “I noticed you one morning, a couple months back. I was in the kitchen, fixing some coffee. When I looked out the window, you were staring into my backyard, then over toward my house. I just chalked it up to you being a hot, nosy neighbor. And, honestly, I didn’t mind the view. Business casual looks very good on you.” 

A distinct sip filled her ear, followed by a smack of his lips. Those perfect lips. Julie chose to focus on the fact that he used the word “hot” and not “creepy”.

“But then, you did it again the next morning. You were wearing that dark blue sweater. I was jealous of that sweater, the way it hugs those curves of yours.”

In the effort to stifle a swoon, her mouth let out, “I’d trade places with that red plaid flannel of yours any day.” 

He cleared his throat after her admission. “Should I keep confessing?”

“Please. Go on.”

“I could tell you were looking for me, in particular, not just inspecting my property for things to complain about. Call it a hunter’s instinct. You’d seen me before, hadn’t you?” 

“Yes.”

He didn’t exactly chuckle that time. It was a short, almost sweet little laugh. “So... every morning when I was home, I’d wait for you to do your search. I’d batted around the idea of coming out one day to say hi…”

“Why didn’t you?”

“What was I going to say? Hi, I’m Dean. I’m a low-rate bounty hunter with a couple hundred dollars to my name, a shitty little house, and a drinking problem?” He sighed into her ear. “You saw something that interested you. But I do better sticking to the surface level, remember? I know how to work with what I’ve been given. Not much beyond that.”

She wanted to berate him for talking about himself that way. But all she could manage was to ask, “So, you have been playing hide and seek with me?”

He chuckled. “I guess.”

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with all of that ridiculous behavior. I can usually keep my voyeuristic tendencies to a minimum.” Words tumbled out, sarcastic and apologetic.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable. My backyard view was made much nicer. And you gave me the opportunity to get to know you.”

Julie scoffed. “How could you get to know me that way?”

“This is where you’ll probably get irritated.”

She waited.

“I used my skills and resources to do a little digging on you.”

She laughed out loud. “Did you bounty hunt me?”

“Kinda.”

“Interesting. You’re lucky I’m drunk right now, because I find it highly amusing.” And pretty damn hot. She sipped. “What’d you find out?”

“Basic stuff. You’re an accounting manager at a bank in downtown Wilmington. No speeding tickets, pretty straight and narrow. You went to school at University of Delaware - nice GPA. Got married about ten years ago…” his voice trailed off.

“You found out all that stuff even before we met?”

“Yes. And I apologize. But I wanted to get to know my pretty Italian neighbor that liked me, too.”

Too. He could have just ended that sentence with “liked me.” “Those are just facts. You don’t get to know someone from a distance.”

“I’ve gotten to know some things. I know when you’re deep in concentration you bite the inside of your cheek. And, when you get frustrated, you scrunch up your nose. You do that a lot when you’re on a work call, heading into the house after a long day. I’ve even seen you skip, sometimes, when you come home on a Friday. Just a few feet or so, when you don’t think anyone’s looking. When you leave the house every morning, you test the handle of the sliding door twice to make sure it’s locked. Your hairstyle of choice is a ponytail. But, on the rare occasion when you let your hair down… well, I’m glad you wore it down last night. And, that I got the chance to touch a few strands. Soft as I imagined.”

He’s imagined that. She had no witty retort for his monologue. He’d knocked every ounce of air out of her lungs. Her entire body was hot and charged from his confession. He’d examined her, been allowed access to her quirks and habits in high definition, and this Adonis of a man sounded downright intrigued by all of it.  Holy shit. The stalkee has become the stalker. And, I’m finding the table turning extremely hot right now.

“Julie, I know you’re not perfect. But whatever asshat of a man let you slip away… I don’t think he had any idea what he had to begin with.” He cursed under his breath. “I shouldn’t be saying all this. Making more of a mess of things.”

“No, you’re not.” She swallowed. “How ‘bout that hint?”

“About what I was going to do if you opened the door earlier today?”

“Yes.”

“Give you back half of your cake and ask you out on a proper date. Whatever the hell that is.” It almost sounded like a low, throaty growl escaped his lips. “But that was earlier today. If I had come home tonight and knocked on your door… I don’t know if I could’ve behaved myself. I would have slammed back too many shots when I got home to work up the nerve. Plus, the adrenaline from the hunt has me riled up.”

God. That voice. She crossed her legs to restrict the pulsing in her core. “What does misbehaving look like?”

The silence stretched out to an excruciating span. “We goin’ there?” he asked.

“Yes.” Her head was spinning. She didn’t really know where “there” was.

“Loose lips...” He mumbled. A noisy gulp of liquid followed. The faraway slam of a glass came next. “Well... my misbehaving hands would end up all over that rosy skin. Every inch.”

She bit her lip and held her breath.

“God.” He groaned, his voice not as close now. “I’d like to say I’d be able to take my time. But it might have ended up hard and fast on the floor.”

An instinctive, quite loud gasp escaped from Julie. She slapped a hand over her traitorous mouth.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Dean fumbled over his words. “I shouldn’t have… first, I’m telling you I’ve been investigating you… then, I’m talking about ways I’d… it’s just... it’s been a while.”

Julie exhaled a breath. “I pushed you into sharing. When you say ‘a while’...”

“Since I moved to Delaware. Two years.”

The statement woke her from the orgasmic lullaby. “Bullshit. 

He laughed. “Not exactly something I’m proud to share.”

“What the hell are you saving yourself for?”

Without a beat missed, he responded, “You, apparently.”

He stunned her again.

“This has been… well, I don’t know what this has been… I’m going to let you go before the conversation crashes into the point of no return.”

“Dean…”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

“I’ll expect the rest of my cake returned… as soon as you get back.” 

He laughed. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Part 7

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[bellewintersroe]

heyy!! first of all I wanted to THANK YOU for your works that include alton more bc there's literally no fictional material about him so God bless you so so much 🥹🥹 in this regard, I wanted to ask if it was possible to have some altonxf!reader (soldier, nurse, anything really) headcanons during the ending/post war? maybe they met somewhere in eindhoven and since then they started developing a romantic relationship? thank you in advance <3 <3 <3

Ahhh no thank you for reading, I appreciate it sm!!! I loveee Alton so ofc I’d love to do your request :) sorry this is only short- I do feel like this could be better but I do have some Alton smut in my drafts that’s gonna be published soon!

Alton More x Nurse! Reader.

- eeeek so you’re a red cross nurse working wherever they station you/ need you around Europe. Let’s say you’re from Britain. Technically you’re in the Army Nurse Corps.

- so you just happen to be in Eindhoven the same time the 101st airborne division are landing- and ofc you’re all so excited because you’ve never actually seen paratroopers jumping in before.

- there’s literally 0 casualties so you and the other nurses enjoy in festivities.

- Alton is enjoying himself and the celebration, feeling like a million bucks until he accidentally bumps into another body quite harshly.

- “oh! I’m so sorry, miss-” then you turn around and he looses his voice. “Ah, nurse I mean- ma’m. I’m really sorry. I didn’t see you there.” From the second you giggled up to him Alton is swearing to all the boys it’s love at first sight.

- you’re attached at the hip whilst trying to get through the street, he’s asking you question after question, trying to get to know you as quick as possible. I think you’d grow rather frustrated and drag him actually inside a building where there was seats and drinks being served.

- “you’re the prettiest face Ive ever seen…” he would admit, practically in aw as you sat beside one another in a booth.

- immediately it would be like you’ve known one another for years.

- Alton would deffo get a kiss in there, he’d hold either side of your face and kiss you with such determination.

- the two of you are practically being dragged apart by your senior officers, shouting one another’s details to each other so you can write.

- At first you were weary he wouldn’t write or didn’t hear you correctly, truthfully neither of you can get the other out of their head. But when a letter comes through a couple weeks later from him you’re in awe.

- fast forwards a couple months you’ve been writing back and fourth, and when you get sent to Bastogne, news spreads around the company fast.

- Alton is like; “woah, woah, what’d you say?” Before finding the time to go search for you throughout the chaotic town. Every nurse he see’s he feels his hearts in his chest, finally, he puts a hand on your shoulder and spins you around.

- you’re reunited once again. Let’s just say things move fast from here.

- anyway towards the end of the war you’re stationed nearby and it becomes a frequent thing that Alton comes and visits you. He’s turned the charm all the way up and practically seduces you to the point you’re dizzy.

- with no intermediate threat, things between you guys are a lot easier and after the first time he practically swoons you to bed, he’s asking if you’ve ever thought about moving to America.

- yeah you do that.

- life is super fun with Alton, I feel like he’d have these super muscular arms and he’d just throw you around constantly. Sometimes he get a bit carried away when you’re play fighting and ends up having to kiss you better if he’s got a little rough.

- it’s all happy families, he pops the question and marries you not long later- but that’s when the nightmares start.

- you see Alton has reoccurring dreams about a pair of baby boots he saw when he was looting dead German soldiers. Sometimes all he needs is a cuddle and a kiss to lure him back to bed, other times this man really needs to talk about it.

- late nights chatting when it’s just the two of you.

- I think maybe this image makes Alton somewhat fearful of beginning a father so for a little while it’s just the two of you building a home.

- deffo builds literally everything in the house, I feel like he’d be a handyman and constantly wanting to fix something.

- one day he’s building some shelves and surprise surprise you find hitlers personal photo album just sat on there n you’re like ‘Alton tf is this?’

- ‘What?….. I found it…..’ hm okay…

- I feel like he’d gift you ALL the time, and nooo he wouldnt loot (during the war expect him to loot everything that’s anything for you’ but I’m talking flowers, magazines, if some woman on the street is selling makeup products he buys you random ass shit.

- loves seeing his girl smile and forever labels you as ‘his girl’, literally how he introduces you to his parents like ummmmm.

- now throughout the war Alton obviously couldn’t go horse riding, so he picks this habit back up a couple years after the war is over and you’re settled.

- let’s say you’re scared of horses he does find it a little funny at first and he triesssss so hard to be sympathetic but it is a little funny…

- one day you’re sick, feeling super unwell, and since the war Alton deffo does worry about you a little more than most people would. He’s just so fearful of loosing you after seeing you exposed to the environments of the war.

- takes care of you, can barely work without thinking about you, will have his mom or sisters check up on you, when he’s home he’d be brushing your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead and doing anything you want.

- it’s all worth it tho because you’re sick because you’re preggo.

- he’s in shock at first, no doubt he’s happy, but he’s a little fearful and nervous, but super super excited.

- he’s a dilf fr and now he always refers to you as a milf lmfao.

- legit spoils you all, would sacrifice a limb for you and your children.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Deathless Death

Pairing: Osferth x nameless female character (third person perspective) Warnings: Religious guilt. Smut. Fingering. Slight exhibitionism. Oral (f receiving). Gratuitous Hozier references. Word count: tbc

Summary: When a young woman's father is killed following Skade's attack on the priests of Alton, Osferth agrees to take responsibility for her, feeling a need to protect a fellow Christian. However, the longer they travel together the deeper they have each other questioning their faith. Based on this request.

Coming soon! Snippet below the cut.

“Do you still believe in God?” She asks quietly.

Her gaze is timid and as Osferth turns to meet her eye, she looks to her lap as though ashamed to have asked.

“Of course I do, my lady,” He replies softly, smiling at her. He wants more than anything for her to look at him again, there is something reverent in the way she regards him that makes his chest swell and his cock twitch. He could die happily with a single glance his way from her. “My faith has never waivered.”

“You are not as devout as the people from back home.” Her fingers pinch and stroke over the fabric of her skirt as she says this, not looking up at him as he sits across from her.

“I used to be,” He admits with a slight shrug, wondering if she thinks less of him for his perceived lack of faith. “I suppose travelling with Uhtred has taught me that faith does not mean deprivation. The Lord made life for living.”

She nods, her voice barely above a whisper, as her eyes flicker to his. “Is that why you visit brothels, and why those women fight over you?”

He feels his cheeks heat up as she asks this, and suddenly it’s his turn to look away, embarrassed. He takes a moment to consider his reply, not wanting to sully her innocence with vulgarity, or say anything that might frighten her. “I was celibate when I was a monk…” He begins awkwardly. “I’m not anymore. Truthfully, experiencing the pleasures of the flesh feels like the closest experience to meeting God without dying.”

He knows he has turned pink all the way to the tips of his ears by the time he finishes speaking, he cannot bear to look at her for fear of what he might see in her eyes. She must think he is utterly depraved.

The moment of silence between them hangs thick and uncomfortable before she finally breaks it. “If that is why you are fought over…then I am eager to find out for myself.”

His head snaps up, his eyes wide, stunned and unsure of if he has heard correctly, it seems too forward a statement for such a pious little thing like her. However, her stare is steady and unwavering as it meets his, causing his breath to hitch. He hadn’t misheard her and she meant every word.

[ao3feed--reylo]

Saturday, March Sixth

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by Daisyflo, HarpiaHarpyja, SpaceWaffleHouseTM

A year after colluding to aid the escape of Alton Meyer, NSA agent Paul Sevier is stationed in Atlanta, GA, searching for information that may offer answers about the day an alien city appeared in the sky. He gets more than he bargained for when he witnesses a new alien craft plummeting from the sky into an abandoned field at midnight—and finds a young woman inside who seems to think he is someone called Ben.

Words: 4205, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types, Midnight Special (2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Rey (Star Wars)/Paul Sevier, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Crossover, Crossover Pairings, POV Rey (Star Wars), POV Paul Sevier, Wormholes, Interdimensional Travel, Canon compliant (to an extent), Inappropriate Use of the Force, Wall Sex, Oral Sex, First Time, Sevier Fucks in French, All the Best Pussu, Fish out of Water, Planetarium Smut, Space and Genitalia Were Involved

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[ao3feed-destiel]

Perspective

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by milohohohoe

Basically, a shite ton of destiel, angst and refusing to accept character deaths.

Mmm so I'm back with voice to audio speech. I also got supports for my wrists so typing isn't so painful anymore.

I wrote this after watching season 14, and deciding to instead of accepting canon, i would just write my own version.

Im bad at summaries lmao.

SPOILERS FOR SEASONS 12 TO 14!!!!!

Words: 1016, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mick Davies, Arthur Ketch, Lucifer, Crowley (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury, Bobby Singer, Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Eileen Leahy, Rowena MacLeod, Ramiel (Supernatural), Dagon (Supernatural), Kelly Kline, British Men of Letters (Supernatural)

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Mick Davies & Arthur Ketch, sam & gabriel

Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Destiel - Freeform, Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, No Smut, Mick Davies Lives, ketch redemption, Sabriel - Freeform, lowkey sabriel, Torture, Gore, Redemptions, doctor hess gets her ass handed to her], uwu, Men of Letters British Branch (Supernatural), BMoL isn't evil here, i mean kinda, but - Freeform, Not really evil, Just dumb, most of them join the winchesters side, Alive Mary Winchester, Homophobia, Flirting, a lot of blood and gore, Manipulation, toni bevell - Freeform, alton - Freeform, Paige - Freeform, Arthur Ketch Being an Asshole, but hes trying, 'he really is, More tags to be added

Link: http://bit.ly/2wBCCji

[ao3feed4reylo]

via AO3 works tagged 'Star Wars - All Media Types' read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2PVIxbL Daisyflo, HarpiaHarpyja, SpaceWaffleHouseTM

by Daisyflo, HarpiaHarpyja, SpaceWaffleHouseTM

A year after colluding to aid the escape of Alton Meyer, NSA agent Paul Sevier is stationed in Atlanta, GA, searching for information that may offer answers about the day an alien city appeared in the sky. He gets more than he bargained for when he witnesses a new alien craft plummeting from the sky into an abandoned field at midnight—and finds a young woman inside who seems to think he is someone called Ben.

Words: 4205, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types, Midnight Special (2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Rey (Star Wars)/Paul Sevier, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Crossover, Crossover Pairings, POV Rey (Star Wars), POV Paul Sevier, Wormholes, Interdimensional Travel, Canon compliant (to an extent), Inappropriate Use of the Force, Wall Sex, Oral Sex, First Time, Sevier Fucks in French, All the Best Pussu, Fish out of Water, Planetarium Smut, Space and Genitalia Were Involved

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[i-am-elder-maxson]

BASICS:

Name: funeralfiona

Age:   29

Zodiac sign:  virgo

Taken or single:  single

FOUR THINGS ABOUT THIS BLOG:

+ One or two replies a night is about how much I can accomplish.

+ Arthur doesn't know your character or their history just cuz you wrote him into their history. If you want this version to have a history with your character then that needs to be discussed ahead of time.

+Just because Arthur is gay and touch-starved doesn't mean he is interested in casual sex or having multiple relationships.

+This blog has multiple side characters like Proctor Teagan and Knight commander Alton that accept asks anytime.

THREE MUN FACTS:

+ I’m a practicing licensed funeral director and embalmer.

+ I like poetry and folk music.

+ My cat is also named King Arthur.

EXPERIENCE:

How’d you start:  Forums? And Gaia Online from back in the day. 2005-2006 ish?

Platforms you’ve used:   myspace, gaiaonline, livejournal, tumblr

Best experience: Uh, Playing Earl Charles Grey (can't remember what the blog was called) from Kuroshitsuji. Very casual and fun time with my friend Kyle who played Charles Phipps. 

Worst experience:  Playing Undertaker (the-alchemy-of-grief)  in the same fandom. Once you get sorta popular things go downhill real quick. Lots of shit talking and backstabbing. And blatant theft of work. It’s unbelievable how petty people can be when you are all out just to have a good time.

MUSE PREFERENCES:

Original or canon:   Canon. Good start to bounce from and make your own.

Favorite face:  massively unpopular opinion: I dislike face claims. 

Least favorite face: 

Multi or single:  Technically single. I have side characters but they don't rp independently of Arthur. They are used in his rp itself, like movie extras, and are only available for asks. They aren't popular enough for their own blogs anyway. Though, I would love to be Proctor Teagan.

WRITING PREFERENCES:

Plots or memes:   Plot. There is plenty of blogs for memes. 

Best time to write:  When I first wake up and am delirious. Or drunk or high.

Do you like your muse(s):  I like him more since I’ve started. My personal challenge was to write for a character I don't agree with.

How long (months/years?):  Writing? Jesus. My whole life. I wrote a whole book in a spiral notebook just out of kindergarten. It was about a little girl being lazy and letting her dog run away. Rp was around 2005/2006 though. 

Fluff, angst or smut:  Angst. but I raise you: surrealism and stream of consciousness instead.