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Koner (Snow) | A Song of Ice and Fire/ Game of Thrones || Body Worship // Table Sex

Koner the Bastard; 2.8k words; NO BETA/ SELF- EDITED, Swearing, Give This Bitch A Backstory (bitches love those), Combining Book and Show Lore Because I Can, Implied Sexual Assault and Domestic Violence (canon typical), Cuckolding, Voyeurism (i think?), Kissing, Oral (female receiving), Breeding Kink

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Before he was a guard in Winterfell sworn to protect the Lady Sansa Stark, Koner was just a Hornwood bastard. The Lord Hornwood already had a trueborn son and treated his bastards Larence and Koner as his own, but a Snow still inherits neither lands nor loyalties and when every last one of the trueborn Hornwoods were slain by House Bolton after the Red Wedding, Koner became nothing as the second natural son of a dead house.

But back then, when the house, the forests, and the river belonged to his lordly sire, Koner and his brothers were sent to serve other noble northern lords. Larence to Deepwood Motte, and Koner to Castle Cerwyn. Lord Medger Cerwyn had salt and pepper hair and he was a handsome fellow for his age with a wife some twenty years younger than him. His brother was handsome too, but there was something deeply unnerving about the man– his friends called him Ubba Blooddrinker, the Seven help him. And it was the lord's brother who came one night to get a few guards.

“Lord’s orders,” Blooddrinker grumbles with a hand on the hilt of his broadsword.

Ten men are ordered to stand in a row as their lord surveys them. He walks the line, inspecting the men but for what, Koner is not sure. And when the lord stops in front of him, he lingers. Medger pulls the cap off of Koner’s head, examining his cropped copper hair.

“How old are you, boy,” he asks.

“Nine-and-ten, m’lord…”

Lord Cerwyn nods. “You’ll do, boy. The rest of you, go! And you follow me.”

The lord rambles as he leads Koner through the castle, silver cloak swaying in his wake. “You’re no Cerwyn but you’ll do. My father and his father both went gray before they were twenty, same as I did. What did you say your name was, boy?”

“K-Koner Snow, m’lord,” the boy’s hands shake and he tries to control his voice. “My lord, w-where are we going? What is it you need me to do?”

Lord Cerwyn stopped with his hand on the door at the top of the tower and turned stoically. “My wife.”

…

Seven years you have been trying to bear a child. Some women lose theirs in the womb, but you could not even fill yours. It wasn’t until your lord husband Medger admitted (without recourse) that he had mistresses who also did not conceive with his seed. Thankfully his conclusion was not the egotistical one you expected– he knew it was he who could not give the child. But an heir was still needed to inherit Castle Cerwyn, and the lord was willing to put his pride aside and adopt a son by any man if you bore one.

This agreement about 'any mans son' occurred after he gave you to his cruel brother, and the Blooddrinker was not kind to you. Medger reasoned the babe could still be a Cerwyn by blood if Ubba sired, but he stopped arguing with you when you showed him the bruises on your arms and the dried blood on your thighs.

I cannot give you a son if I am dead, you had whispered angrily. Ubba listens to no man, not even you. If you allow him to bed me again, he will ruin me– he may kill me. Do you understand?

So this time, your lord husband was supposed to be bringing you a different man, one who could be trusted at least to keep his silence. You did not expect the young man he brought, or even know his face.

“M’lord,” you greeted Medger and bowed your head, puzzled.

“I’ve brought you a gift, wife,” Medger replied, pushing the boy roughly forward.

He stumbles but catches himself, big watery eyes wide and trained on your slippers as he kneels quickly and mutters your honorific. Most bannermen in the castle did the same– avoided your eye and treated you as delicately as a flower. You could only surmise that that was how all ladies were treated in castle Cerwyn (and it made you quite lonely sometimes).

You catch your husband trying to leave and call him back. “Medger! You must explain to… Koner… what you need of him. Please.”

Your husband sighs and doubles back, towering over Koner to intimidate him. “You. Fuck my wife. Give me an heir because I can’t fucking do it, and if she’s not with child when you’re done, I’ll put my sword through you. Got it?”

Koner nods frantically and your husband left. You rolled your eyes and ordered your handmaiden to draw a bath for the man, then helped him to his feet.

"Forgive him, dear, it's an unusual situation we find ourselves in, and he's rather grumpy about it," you tell him gently.

Koner lets you hold his arm and swallows hard at the manner of your dress. Your thin, white shift and braided green robe sit low on your arms, baring all of your shoulders and the silver pendant that sits at your throat (as well as what looks like healing finger markings too, which makes him concerned). He undresses quickly under your heated supervision and slips into the warm water, groaning embarrassingly loud as the heat soaks into his bones and crevasses.

"Take these to wash, Maggie," you instruct your handmaiden (a girl of ten maybe). "I trust the bath is to your liking, Ser Koner."

Koner dips his head under the water and comes back up, shaking it like a dog. "In truth, I've never had a hot bath before, m'lady. And I'm no ser, m'lady, just a bastard like the rest of them."

You offer him a sweet smile and prop yourself on a stool to wipe a cloth over his brow. "Oh! It seems I've accidentally made a clean spot. I suppose I'll have to do the rest, won't I?"

It was curious, being flirted with by a highborn woman (and a very beautiful, very married one, no less), but it didn't stop him from nuzzling into your touch or needing to hide his swelling cock with his hand. You noticed, of course, but let him be for now and continued to wash his face.

"You are very handsome, Koner. How old are you?"

"Nine-and-ten, m'lady," he answered and leaned deeper into your touch.

"Younger than I," you mutter. "Have you been with a woman before, Koner? Have you children of your own?"

At this, the boy's face turned pink (now you can see thanks to removing all of the caked dirt from it). "No m'lady. I've been with a woman, I mean, but I've no children I know of. B-but I know how to do it, if that's what you mean."

You chuckle airly and cup his pretty face in your hands. "I've no doubt that you and I will figure something out."

Koner won't leave the water until it's winter cold and he shivers as you wrap a thin cotton towel around his wet body. Even though he looks leaner than most northmen, you can still feel the latent strength in his muscles and take the opportunity to explore his body under the guise of helping him get dry. Not that he minds, of course, he won't touch you even though his fingers itch to feel how soft your skin is.

"Alright, darling?," you ask mirthfully.

"Yes, I…" the boy's pretty eyes grow wide with awe and worry. "This isn't some kind of test, is it? The lord's not going to come in here and gut me for touching you?"

You pet his copper locks and get him to sit on the bed. "This is not a test, love. It's a hard thing for a man to admit that he can't conceive. You have his blessing and mine. But you don't have to if you don't want–"

"No, I," his pretty chocolate button eyes dip down to the gold latch keeping your robe tucked over your breasts, "I want to, if I have your blessing…"

You smile kindly and gather the length of your clothes from the floor. "Then lean back on the bed, and move this off."

Dreamily, Koner flops onto the bed and pulls the towel aside, bearing himself beneath you as you climb onto his lap. His warm hands find purchase on your hips and he lifts himself back up to kiss you quickly.

"Is that alright, m'lady? Or… should I not…?"

You answer him by kissing him again and carding your fingers through his damp hair. "It's fine, love. Now…"

You pull him into another kiss and feel his hands caress your sides, still not daring to rid you of your clothes so you do it for him, undoing the clasp and letting your robe fall off the bed to the floor. Koner brushes his tongue along your teeth, asking for entrance while his hands slip under your whisper thin shift and knead and grasp at your curves.

You pull the last barrier of clothing over your head and toss it aside, bearing yourself completely to this stranger who has devoted himself to your husband's service.

You roll your hips forward and gasp softly into his mouth and you can feel the boy smirking against your lips. "My mates poke fun at me for it sometimes– say I'd split a girl in two with my manhood. But a whore in wintertown showed me how to get her proper ready so I don't make another girl cry."

He rolls you over so he's on top and gazes deep into your eyes. "I won't hurt you, m'lady. Tell me if you want to stop and I will, just say the word."

Tears gather at the waterline of your eyes but you don't let them fall. You know he's seen the bruises on your throat and the worse ones on your arms and drawn conclusions about them. Your womanhood aches but only with the terrible memory and you nod your head to keep from sobbing. Koner kisses the end of your nose and begins a trail of more, just as soft and sweet from your neck to the base of your belly. It feels good to have his nose brush down a line and feel his breath disturb the curls at the top of your mound.

You tangle your fingers in his hair again and gasp as you feel him nudge between your thighs. "Koner? What are you… oh!"

Your whole body trembles as you feel his hot tongue lave across your sex and instantly flush with white hot heat. Koner doesn't mind your taste for he does it a second time, and a third, this time moaning like you are no different from a delicious meal. You don't mean to but you press his head down into your sex as if he would stop for anything other than your command.

"Oh my…" you bite your tongue as you feel a callused finger slip inside you. No man had ever shown you so much care for your comfort or attentiveness towards your pleasure. It seemed to you as though he enjoyed the delicate sounds slipping out of you and he wanted more. You wanted more too, growing impatient. "Koner, please. Need you…"

You aren't even sure what you are asking him for until you have it– a second finger inserted beside the first and pumping you to fullness. The stretch burns only a moment and then the gentle massage takes it away, increasing the stretch just a little more every few thrusts. You aren't familiar with whatever part of your body his tongue plays with, but you love it and feel a coil in your lower half start to twist into knots.

Koner lifts his head and he explains barely above a whisper, "need you to feel good, my lady. I need you to give me a sign that you feel good or I can't give you what you need."

"I am– I do, you're making me feel very, very good, Koner," you sigh and twitch under his ministrations.

But he shakes his head. "No you haven't, but you will," and he puts his tongue back to work, twisting the coil tighter and hearing your breath come fast and higher with every take until the coil snaps and your thighs clamp shut around his ears.

When the pleasure dies down and you free him, he lifts himself up and crawls over you with a prideful glimmer in his eye. "That's what I was looking for."

"Koner," you say in a scolding tone. "I'm ready. No more play, come here."

He pouts but does as you command, pushing his thick cock into your womanhood slowly. Even after all that preparation, it still burns to take him and you wrap your arms around his head hanging on for dear life. When he bottoms out, you feel relief wash over you, as well as pride as Koner groans needily into your shoulder.

"There is no comfort like the inside of a beautiful woman," he mutters into the bed. "I could die like this."

"Don't," you laugh, "I still need you!"

"As you command, my lady."

His thrusts were slow and gentle. It felt nice, like being loved. But that is not the purpose of this tryst and you are getting far too familiar with this boy.

“Koner,” you say in a motherly tone, “move. Faster. You’ll never spill your seed like this.”

Koner gives you big, doe eyes and brushes his nose against yours. “Don’t want this to end so soon. I’ll finish, and your lord husband will send me back to the cold stables. I’ll never see you again my lady, except in passing. Or get to hold you like this… kiss you like this…”

You pet his hair and kiss his forehead but you are interrupted by Lord Medger returning to your bedchambers. Koner freezes, cock buried deep inside you and his bare ass exposed. Your husband is unperturbed and puts his hands on his hips like an exasperated father.

“Having another go at it, are we?,” he asks.

“Not exactly, dear.” Koner flinches and you hold him fast to your chest to keep him from trying to crawl off of you and hide. “I want to keep him, if that’s alright.”

Now, Lord Medger’s face turns angry. “Fuck do you mean keep him? You’ll not keep him as your pet or your whore!”

“Calm, my love. I meant for a short time. Let me keep him for three days.” You resist the urge to stroke Koner’s hair under the watchful eye of your husband’s gaze and ignore the fearful question on the boy’s face. “The more seed I take, the better chance I can give you a son. Is that not what you are after?”

Medger stares at you hard, but gives an almost imperceptible nod. “As you wish. And if he fails to put a child in your belly, you’ll watch me cut his throat.”

“If I am not with child when this is over, I will cut it for you,” you reply, much to the dismay of the poor man laying atop you. “Now please, my lord, let us have the room. Unless.. You’d like to watch?”

Koner’s head shook from the corner of your eye and your husband rolled his eyes and left with a command to the guards to keep watch. As soon as the door closes, you offer your distraught lover a warm smile and kiss his hair. “I was only jesting, dear. You’ll surely make a mother of me. Shall we continue?”

Hesitantly, Koner nods and swirls his hips, the soft flesh between you becoming very tacky. You sigh contentedly as he rolls with deeper, firmer strokes and close your eyes as pleasure builds in your belly again. Koner’s cock brushes something spongy inside of you and you moan involuntarily.

“That’s it, love, more…”

Feeling confident that he was enough in your favor, he grows bold again. “I hope the gods make your firstborn a girl.”

You giggle in surprise. “What for?”

Koner gives you a charming, boyish smile and fucks you a little faster now that he has your full attention. “So’s I can prove my worth– and get your lord husband to let me share your bed again.”

You laugh again but the sound is cut short by the bump of his hips pistoning into yours and feel your walls flutter again like they did when he was licking you. Koner’s eyelids flutter at the feeling and he fucks you through your pleasure in search of his own, a charm tied around his neck dangling above your face and swinging hypnotically.

“I want to give you so many girls,” he mutters, “imagine I give you ten girls before I give you a son. I’ll keep you warm all winter long, my lady.”

You hum as you feel him nearing his end, listening to the symphony of grunts in your ears. “Such a blessing. Now come for me, Koner.”

Obedient as a dog, the man stills and grunts low in his chest, face flushing with blood and muscles rippling in his neck before you falls to the wayside and pants wildly. Again, you stroke his hair– so soft, those copper curls– and tuck yourself into his arms. “Rest, eat, fuck. That’ll be our next few days.”

Koner chortles and presses his forehead to yours. “I look forward to it.”

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babybluebex · 2 years ago

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𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟑 | 𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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The cloth covering the doorway to your small house lifted open, and your heart soared. Finally, after a long day of waiting, your Koner was home. It wasn’t unlike any other day— he would go to work in the fields and you would stay home and tend the house— but seeing him every day was a treat, especially after the way everything started. You could never undervalue seeing your husband’s presence, because you remembered those days when he wasn’t there. “Koner!” you exclaimed, turning from your work to face the door.

And there he was, in all of his glory. His thin shift was soaked with sweat, his curls doused with it, his cheeks red and shiny; it obviously was hot outside, and the physical labor he endured didn’t help things. The village that you found yourselves in was small, a farming village on the outskirts of King’s Landing, and Koner worked in the fields every day while you did your womanly duties inside the village, cooking and cleaning and sometimes journeying inside the kingdom to go to the market. Most days, you were bored with the sewing and cooking that your role required, but the hurt was soothed every time you saw your husband.

Of course, you and Koner weren’t actually married. You had only lived in the village for about a month and hadn’t had time to tell the story that you and Koner had made up together, but you had every detail of your meeting set in stone. You were among the youngest in the small village, certainly the youngest couple without children, and it felt refreshing to have such a blank slate. No titles, no knights or princesses or anybody or thing of the sort. It was just you and your man.

Koner came to you and slung his arms around you, and he sighed heavily as he nestled his head deep into your neck. “My girl,” he whispered, setting a kiss on the thin skin of your neck, and you warmed at his affections, keening into his sweaty body.

“How were the fields?” you asked, and Koner shook his head. He didn’t pull away from the embrace at all, instead tightening his arms, and you rubbed his back soothingly.

“Hot,” he said. “I’m sore all over.”

You pouted and pressed a kiss to his sweat-laden temple, and your hands raised to push back his curls. “My poor man,” you said softly. “Dinner is almost ready, you can go lay down until then, if you’d like.”

Koner shook his head again and sat down next to you, and he tugged you into his lap before he pressed another kiss to your neck. “I want to be here with you,” he said softly. “I missed you today.”

“You missed me?” you repeated. “My love, you saw me this morning.”

“My heart still hurts whenever I have to leave you,” Koner said. “Makes me think of back when—”

You shushed him quickly, knowing how well sound carried through the small home and out the windows and doors, and you stroked his hair comfortingly. You were forever concerned that people would find out the truth about you and Koner, and you had forbidden any mention of a past life at all, just in case somebody overheard you. The small hut houses were close together, and you had heard some of your neighbors’ louder conversations before, and you prayed to the Gods that nobody would ever hear you and Koner discussing the truth.

“I know, my love,” you told him, and a breeze blew through your house, cooling Koner’s damp skin and rustling the fabric covers you had over the windows. On nice days, you would roll the fabric up to let the sunlight in, but usually they were down to provide shade and privacy in your humble house. “Does the wind feel nice?”

“Yes,” Koner said. “You know what would feel nicer?”

“What?” you asked with a smile. You had a feeling that you knew what your husband’s answer was, because he always wanted the same thing when he came home from the fields sweaty and exhausted, and you felt Koner smile into your neck before he tugged himself out of his hiding place. His hands rose up and he grabbed at his stained tunic, and he tugged it over his head to expose his chest, shiny with perspiration.

“Your cunt,” Koner said with a teasing smile, and you laughed at him as Koner pushed you back, pressing your back against the small table that you sat at. It was a wooden thing that one of your neighbors had gifted you, a sort of house-warming gift, and you shoved your sewing aside to the floor as Koner molded himself to your body. “I’d bet that it tastes better than the damn birds we eat here.”

“What, would you rather the thin and plucked beasts we used to eat?” you asked, and Koner kissed you deeply, pressing his hands to your cheeks.

“Do you really prefer the seabirds we eat now?” Koner asked, and he pressed his lips to your ear and kissed the gentle earring you wore.

“They’re better than nothing,” you told him, and his hands began to shuck up your dress.

“Your cunt was always the tastiest thing in Winterfell,” Koner told you with a barely-audible whisper, and your heart rammed itself against your chest at the mention of your old home. You hadn’t lived in Winterfell since you married James, but the thin chickens you used to eat there were a memory you wouldn’t lose.

You kissed him again to silence the talk of home, and Koner pressed a line of hot, sloppy kisses to your neck and down your body to reach between your legs. He knelt down on the floor, touching his lips to the inside of your thighs, and you helped him tug your dress higher and higher until you were exposed to him. His mouth latched onto your sex in an instant, his eyelashes brushing his cheeks as he sucked hard at you, and your hand shot out and grabbed at his hair as a moan slipped from your lips.

“Delicious,” Koner whispered, and the tip of his tongue traced your cunt as you tugged at his hair. “My good wife, with your sweet smile and delicious pussy.”

“My good husband,” you told him, and your head fell back in pleasure as his tongue found the small nerve at the top of your cunt, the one that made your thighs shake if he played with it enough. Thunder and lightning struck your belly at the wet touch of the his tongue, and your stomach rippled as you pulled his hair again. “W-With your skilled tongue a-and…”

“And?” Koner asked, and a smile spread across his lips as words failed you. “Already wordless, eh? Sweet girl, let me take care of you.”

You sighed as Koner wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, and Koner breathed heavily through his nose as he spread your thighs wider and nestled his shoulders fully between your legs. His mouth worked against your cunt, earning himself a steady stream of arousal on his tongue, and it wasn’t long before his chin was covered by your sticky slick. Bolts of lightning struck your chest and belly as he ate your cunt, pleasure and ecstasy rattling your thighs, and you cried out when two of his thick fingers suddenly plunged inside you. “Koner!” you wept, and he shushed you with a quick crook up of his fingers inside you.

“Hush, woman,” he told you. “You don’t want anybody to hear you, do you?”

“It’s not necessarily a bad thing if we get caught,” you told him breathlessly, and the shoulder of your dress slipped down your arm as you panted. Koner was breathless as well, licking and sucking at you and trying to bring you to your finish quickly, and his hands wrapped around your thighs and shoved your legs open as wide as they could manage. “No high stakes.”

“Anymore,” Koner whispered into your wet cunt, and you clenched your teeth to keep from admonishing him.

“Don’t you want everyone to hear how well you pleasure your wife?” you asked, and Koner growled into your cunt, his nails digging hard into the meat of your thighs. “Koner, fuck!”

“Just like that,” Koner whispered, his voice raspy. “Yes, my girl, I’ve thought of this all day. My cock’s been hard since I left you this morning, just imagining coming home and fucking you.”

“Well, what’re you waiting for?” you asked. “Fuck me, my love.”

“Not yet,” Koner said, and you whined. “Oh, my poor impatient wife. Your husband won’t put his cock in you, you’re so mistreated.”

“Koner,” you whispered, your nails scraping his scalp. “My love, I’m so close, I want to finish on your cock.”

“That’s too bad, because that’s not what I want,” Koner said. “I want you to fill my mouth, just the way I do with you.”

“And you’ll swallow it?” you asked, your chest heaving. “The same as I do?”

“Of course I will,” Koner told you, and he nipped softly at your clit. Your thighs jumped and quivered at the sharp feeling, and your nails dug hard into the table below you to keep the heat from overflowing too quickly. Koner’s fingers twisted inside you, searching for that spot that made you come undone, and you choked out a cry when he finally found it, the tips of his fingers brushing it quickly. “Do it, girl, finish on my tongue.”

“Koner,” you whimpered as your legs tried to shut around his head, but Koner was strong, and he held your legs open. “Koner!”

“Fuck,” Koner whispered, and he pumped his fingers inside you, fucking you hard. You could hardly hear him over the squelch of your cunt, and you bit your lip hard to keep quiet as Koner continued to fuck you with his fingers, working harder and faster until your stomach quivered and you could hardly warn him before you came hard. You came in spurts on his face, your head fallen back to free your moans, and you whimpered and cried as he continued his assault on your clit. He was panting against your wet cunt, taking as much of you in his mouth as he could manage, and his warm hand lifted to your face and tilted your head down to look at him.

He looked totally debauched, his cheeks red and his lips bright and wet as he showed you the inside of his mouth, your cum lingering on his pink tongue, and Koner swallowed thickly, his eyes closing peacefully as he hummed. “Good girl,” he whispered, and you shuddered as he pulled his fingers from you slowly. “My good wife, you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re so good to me,” you told him, and you panted and tried to regain your breath and mind as Koner stood. His arms went tight around you and lifted you from the table, and he carried you to the bed before he went for the ties on his pants. You quickly stripped yourself of your dress and tugged your husband down into a kiss, and you licked at his salty lips. “Fuck me, Koner, please fuck me!”

“You don’t have to beg,” Koner whispered soothingly, and he pushed down his trousers and stepped out of them, one hand reaching down to stroke his hard cock as he pushed your legs open. “I’ll fuck you, my girl, no begging needed.”

The moment he pushed his burning cock inside you, your soft cunt throbbed hard at the overstimulating feeling. Koner groaned through his teeth at the squeeze, and he grabbed your hips and shoved himself fully inside you, pressing his balls to your ass. “Perfect cunt,” Koner grunted, and he reached up and squeezed your breast hard. You whimpered at the pain but you loved it anyway, and Koner smiled, crooked and beautiful. “I love you.”

You dragged him into a messy kiss, feeling him breath heavily against you, and you wrapped your legs tight around his waist and pulled him ever closer. He started to thrust into you, and he bit your lip as he fucked you hard, hard enough for the wooden table to creak underneath you. You briefly wondered if your neighbors could hear you, but you didn’t care enough to ponder it for too long, and Koner made sure you were thoughtless with the speed he fucked you.

“My girl,” Koner huffed, smacking your ass harshly. “My sweet girl, cunt’s so tight, I can hardly believe it. If I hadn’t been the one to take your maidenhead, I would think this tight of a cunt belonged to a virgin.”

“My love,” you panted, your cunt squeezing him with sensitivity. “Oh, I’m going to cum again!”

“So soon?” Koner asked with furrowed brows, and the head of his cock buried deep inside you, right into that beautiful spot that made stars appear in your hazy vision. You whimpered and nodded, and Koner laughed. “Fuck, but I’m close too, my girl. You’re so beautiful.”

He was right; his cock was flexing inside your gummy walls, his heavy balls slapping your sticky cunt with every thrust. He was so close, and you knew that it wouldn’t take long for him to finish. “I love you,” you told him, and that alone seemed to do the trick, because Koner groaned and leaned down to kiss you as his cock throbbed and he spilled himself inside you. The feeling of it was enough for you too to whimper and cum, and you laid in his arms as you both panted and tried to regain some sense of self.

“I love you,” you told him again, and Koner sighed heavily as he kissed you. “Please, my love, lay down, take a break.”

“But I’m inside you,” Koner started to protest, and you shook your head.

“I’ll keep your cock warm,” you told him. “You had a difficult day of work, please lay down.”

Koner nodded, and he carefully laid himself down on top of you, being quick about turning the both of you so that you could lay on top of him. His cock nestled inside you in a way that made your stomach shiver and warm, and you kissed his cheek as he sighed again. His skin was impossibly warm, and you traced your finger along the muscles on his chest as he whispered, “My beautiful girl. How was your day? I didn’t ask before we started fucking.”

“It was fine,” you shrugged. “I’m nearly finished with the quilt for the colder months. If you had come home later in the night, it would be completed.”

“That’s so quick,” Koner said with a laugh. “You sew at alarming speeds.”

“It’s the way my mother taught me,” you told him.

Koner was silent for a moment, then he brushed your hair aside and whispered, “Do you ever miss Winterfell?”

“Koner,” you started softly, set on fussing at him for even mentioning Winterfell, but he shook his head.

“I know, I’m not supposed to talk about it,” Koner said quickly, cutting you off. “But do you?”

You sighed, and your fingers played with the light dusting of hair on his chest as you thought about your answer. “The only thing I ever missed about Winterfell was you,” you told him softly. “My sisters, my brothers, they never meant much to me. You were the brightest thing in my life back then, and now I have you forever.”

Koner’s cock flexed inside you again, earning him a gasped moan, and he slowly pulled out of you, leaving you with an ugly, sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. You felt your combined slicks slide out of you and coat your cunt, and you clenched your thighs together as your husband stood and went in pursuit of a fresh set of clothes. He seemed to be mulling over your words, and you sat up on your elbows and watched him. “Koner?” you asked, and he turned to you slightly, regarding you out of the corner of his eye.

“Forever,” he repeated finally. “Nothing will ever take us apart.”

“You hesitated to say that,” you chuckled lightly, trying to hold back the anxious trembling in your voice. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Koner said, but you had a hard time believing him. You watched him for a few seconds more as he got dressed, and he finally sighed. “I just worry.”

“About what?” you asked.

“You know what,” Koner said, his eyes dropping to the open windows. You knew as well as him that your little bliss in the village outside of King’s Landing was daily threatened, especially with your title, but every day was a good day, so long as you were in your husband’s arms. “I worry that I’ll wake up in the night and that bastard will be here, and he’ll take you away from me again.”

“I’ll fight,” you told him. You sat up and stretched your arms out to him, and you beckoned him closer to you. Koner pulled on a clean pair of trousers before he turned back to you fully, taking your hands in his, and you added, “Tooth and nail, to the death. Nobody will separate us.”

“I’ll fight too,” Koner told you. “You had better believe that I’ll fight to keep you. We’ve worked so hard to be together, I won’t give up easily.”

“I love you,” you told him, and you tugged him close to press a kiss to his warm, slick mouth. “Now, dinner should be ready. Sit down, let’s eat.”

“How did you meet your husband?”

Fear rocked your body at your friend’s words, but you continued your sewing as if nothing had happened. “Oh,” you chuckled lightly. “It’s a long story.”

Dasina shook her head with a laugh, tugging her needle and thread up towards her face as she did her own sewing. Dasina was an older woman in your village, the first one you had spoken to when you and Koner had settled there, and you enjoyed her company. Even though you hadn’t been able to be fully truthful with her, she was a good enough friend, perhaps the first friend you had ever really had that didn’t covet you solely because you were a princess. “I like long stories,” Dasina told you, and you chewed your bottom lip.

“My husband is much better at telling this story than I am,” you told her. Dasina watched you as you urged your needle through the fabric, and you checked that your stitches were even before you said, “Our fathers were guards at King’s Landing together, before my father was thrown from his horse when I was ten. But they were good friends, and we grew up together. He was closer to my older brother, in age and friendship, but, according to him, he fancied me for years before he ever did anything about it. I, erm… I fancied him too, and I actually did something about it first.

“He and my brother were sitting under a tree together one day when I was… I was sixteen, I think, I had just turned it. He was eighteen, and he had just taken up the sword like our fathers… He was so young and handsome, I was pathetically in love. Anyway, I came and sat next to them and started to make a small ring out of a flower, and I took his hand and slipped it on him. He was sputtering out a proposal within seconds, turning red and stuttering, it’s like he couldn’t speak fast enough. It was cute…”

You trailed off, hoping that the answer was sufficient. You and Koner had come up with the story as you rode from Winterfell to King’s Landing, including fake names and birthdays and family histories. If anybody asked him, he would tell the exact same story, nearly beat for beat.

“And your wedding?” Dasina asked.

You sighed. “Warrek and I were married soon after,” you told her, using the fake name for your husband that he had come up with. Your fake name, Mansy, came from Koner as well. “About a month after he proposed. Neither of our families were very well-off, so we didn’t have a proper wedding; it was a small ceremony, just our families, and we both went home afterwards. We’ve never lived together until now… Hence the quilts and—” You paused to laugh, hoping it came off as sheepish. “And the sudden homemaking.”

“Why the occupation shift?” Dasina asked curiously. “He was taking the sword, and now he works the fields?”

You sighed, like you were gathering your thoughts of the events that you were going to tell her. “We had been married for almost a year,” you told her. “He was training one day, and he lifted his arm wrong, or maybe his sword was too heavy— Warrek doesn’t talk about it a lot, so I’m not sure what exactly happened. Regardless, he injured his shoulder, to the point where we were sure he would lose his whole arm. He couldn’t move it at all, his fingers were useless, he was in constant pain. He begged me to put him down like a lame horse. Nobody, not even our physician, knew if he would heal. But, slowly and surely, he started to regain use of his arm, but he couldn’t lift his sword. He tried for years to get back to where he was, but eventually, we had to face the fact that he just couldn’t do it… It destroyed him. All his life, he had wanted to guard the kingdom, and suddenly that was ripped from him. It was difficult to sit by his side as he would cry about it…”

You stopped suddenly, grinding your back teeth, as if remembering the nights that your dear Warrek would cry into your chest, just the way Koner had described with a sort of sick glee. “His shoulder still pains him many days,” you said lightly, as if trying to cover your sadness.

“Gods,” Dasina said. “I’m sorry to bring it up. But he manages alright?”

You shrugged. “Every night, we have a routine of warm compresses and numbing salves just so he can sleep,” you told her. “If he had it his way, he wouldn’t be working at all, but I told him that he needed to do something. He’s not good when he’s still for too long, Warrek needs a job of some sort. He used to work in the marketplace inside the kingdom, but we decided we needed something new, so… Here we are.”

“Well, we’re glad you’re here,” Dasina said, and she reached out and lightly patted your knee. “The village was in need of some new blood, especially from people so young.”

You smiled lightly, and you snapped the threat on your needle with your teeth. You held up the quilt as best as you could to admire your handiwork, and you smiled again at your achievement. You had always done small sewing projects, mostly little embroidery pieces that went unnoticed by your parents if it wasn’t perfect, but this quilt, large enough to fit both you and your husband, was your crowning achievement.

“You finished that quickly,” Dasina remarked, and you nodded slowly, folding the quilt over your arm. “Did you not start that last week?”

“My mother was a seamstress,” you told her. “She taught me to sew like she does, and she sews at breakneck speeds.”

“And the stitches are so even,” Dasina added. “Would you like to finish mine?” You laughed along with her, but your smile melted off at her next words: “Have you heard about what’s happening in Winterfell?”

You wrinkled your eyebrows. “No,” you told her; Dasina could be known to be a gossip, but you never thought that she would bring up you or Koner, despite you being sure that everybody was talking about it. “Are the Starks waging war again?”

“They might,” Dasina said. “One of the Stark’s daughters was kidnapped.”

“Oh,” you frowned. “Was there a ransom?”

“No,” Dasina said quickly. “She was kidnapped from her husband’s home near the Wall, and everyone thinks it was one of her knights that took her.”

“That’s awful,” you mumbled. “Poor girl.”

“Yes,” Dasina said. “The Starks are demanding that the knight bring her back, or else they’ll kill him.”

“Well, I think they’d kill him regardless of if he brings her back or not,” you said, trying to act as if you were detached, but you took up your sewing once more to try to hide your shaking hands. “If he brings her back, he’s admitting to kidnapping her; if the Starks find them, then they’ll murder him where he stands. He can’t win… Not that he should win, anyway.”

You didn’t miss the look that Dasina gave you, almost like she knew something. Did she? There was no way that she could, right? Your heart rammed itself into your throat, and you clenched your back teeth as you looked up from your sewing to look out towards the fields, trying to find any sign of Koner out there. Even seeing the silhouette of his head would comfort you, but you saw nothing. “Poor girl,” you added again, trying to play off your nervousness, and you hissed as your needle caught the tip of your finger. “Damn it.”

“Oh, darling, are you alright?” Dasina asked, and you clenched your teeth as a drop of blood began to bloom on your finger.

“M’fine,” you mumbled, and you pressed your throbbing fingertip to your lips to try to control the small flow. “Don’t worry about me. I can patch it up when I get home, I’ll be alright.”

Dasina still looked at you with that odd look, like she knew your truth, and you gathered the quilt in your hands as a cold breeze blew through you. “Erm, actually, I’ll be back,” you told her quickly, and you got up from your seat before she could say anything. You knew how suspicious you were acting, but you felt like you were being suffocated with the truth, and you needed to escape.

You carried the quilt as you walked home, hoping that your hasty exit wasn’t worrying. You had no idea how to respond to Dasina’s rumors, and leaving just seemed like a better option than floundering your way through a conversation about yourself. You could later explain yourself to Dasina, how you felt faint and needed to get home before your husband did so that he didn’t worry himself, and you only relaxed slightly once you were hidden away inside your home. Your nerves were still at a ten, though, and you sat down on your bed and cradled your hands to your chest as you tried to control your breathing and thoughts.

Dasina doesn’t know, you told yourself. There’s no way that she knows. Sure, maybe she had looked at you oddly when you were acting odd about the mentions of the princess, but she surely had no idea that you were the princess and your husband was the knight. The more you thought about it, though, the more you became sure: she had to know.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there. It was long enough, apparently, for Koner to come home, and he flew into a panic when he saw you sniffling and struggling to breathe. “My love,” he said, kneeling down on the floor in front of you, dragging the quilt from your lap; it was stained with your blood. “What’s wrong?”

“She knows,” you croaked. “Dasina knows.”

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lyricswrittenbythesecretdreamer · 2 years ago

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A Winter’s Tale

After a trying conversation with his partner guard about a beautiful new Lady’s maid, Koner meets the girl and immediately bonds with her over their shared love of dragons.

CW - Female reader, no specific appearance given other than her “beautiful eyes” and the fact that she wears her hair in ‘braids’. Some misogynistic language directed at reader (the words ‘slut’ and ‘whore’) but not by Koner.

(gif originally posted by @historygeekfics )

***

Even through his armour, and his North-forged skin, Koner still felt the winter chill in his bones.

It was bleak mid-winter, and he stood guard at the South Gate, waiting for Henk to come and join him from his break. There was a jovial spirit amongst the people of the North - Lady Stark stood at the helm of Winterfell as the Queen in the North while her brother - no, her cousin - lived in Kings Landing as the King Consort of the Dragon Queen.

Koner had never seen a dragon until the battle at the Wall, where he had watched the Stormborn Targaryan take out thousands of wights with one roar from one of her children. He had fallen quite in love with the sight of them, and was sorry to see them leave the North, their dragon-fire lighting up the torches in the turrets as they soared out of Winterfell, carrying the Queen and her new husband on their backs.

His daydreams about the trio of fire-breathing beasts were shaken out of him by the arrival of Henk, who seemed more pleased with himself than usual.

“Guess who I just met.” A challenge, then. It wasn’t unusual for Henk to come back from his break boasting about some higher-up he’d met, once he’d even told Koner he’d met the Lady’s Hound, making a joke about the man not so much clinging to the Queen in the North’s skirts so much as being up them, before another guard gloved him on the back of the head, telling him to not speak of Lady Sansa as such.

And so, Koner did not answer. He didn’t want to give Henk the pleasure.

“Well, if you won’t ask then I’ll tell you.” Here we go. What would it be this time? Maybe he’d actually boast about seeing one of the Starks in person, but then he supposed that Henk would have the foresight to know that Koner would call him out on that sort of lie. “I just met Lady Stark’s newest ladies maid as she was comin’ back from the kitchens.”

Koner raised an eyebrow at this, which Henk took as his allowance to continue with the story.

“She was one of the most prettiest girls I’ve seen in my whole life! The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. And that's not even the best part!” He wiggled his eyebrows at Koner suggestively. “Don’t you want to hear the best part, eh?” Deep down, Koner knew that he would never shut up until he had finished his story, but he still couldn’t bring himself to answer. The biting cold, alongside Henk’s bragging was starting to give him a headache. “Well, the best part is that she’s one of the those the Dragon Queen left for Lady Stark, which means that she’s got to be one of those Yunkai whores she thought she’d freed!”

“But I thought the Targaryan Queen did free the city of Yunkai?” Koner said dumbly, speaking for the first time since Henk had left to go on his break, which caused a bellowing laugh to come from the other man.

“Ah, my naive young partner,” Henk replied in a condescending manner, “You can never truly free a whore. Especially not once from Yunkai - you do know they’re trained to fuck from the moment they learn to walk?”

Remind me never to leave any bairns with Henk, thought Koner, a disgusted chill colder than the north wind making its way down his spine.

“What, you’re saying that whores like whoring?” He snickered, but Henk just laughed again.

“You ever been to a whorehouse, son?” He asked, and Koner shook his head.

“My mother would-” He started, but Henk almost immediately interrupted him.

“Oh, fuck that mother of yours, son. She’s not your wife, she should let you go to a whorehouse. One of the sluts there might be able to get that massive stick from up your arse!”

“My mother just doesn’t want me to be riddled with the clap, is all.” Muttered Koner.

At his comment, Henk began to chastise him about his views on brothels, a scolding that Koner very quickly zoned out of. He thought of the dragons, and the large fireplace in the servants hall that he liked to sit and read beside. Although he couldn’t read very well, the books he liked had nice pictures of dragons he liked to look at. With the huge fire roaring beside him, he almost felt like he was next to one of the huge beasts in reality.

“...so that’s why I can bet you if you gave that woman enough money, she’d spread her legs faster than Jon Snow left Winterfell when he got a taste of dragon-cunt.”

“What?” Koner fell back into the conversation at the mention of dragons. “I mean, you shouldn’t talk about the Queen that way, or the King Consort.” Feeling like he risked sounding too simpering, he added: “You never know who might be listening.”

“Ah, true. But what I said about the Yunkai whore remains true.” He grinned maliciously at Koner, who shrugged in on himself, uncomfortable.

“Maybe, maybe not. Who knows if she was even a whore? Maybe she was-”

“She came from Yunkai, she’s definitely a whore.”

There was no arguing with Henk when it came to topics like this. Once, he’d sworn that he’d seen a noblewoman bathing in the hot springs and had taken her maidenhood then and there, which was something absolutely no one believed. The only sex Henk had was with whores, whose virgin innocence was long-gone.

“Whatever you say, Henk.” And so, the two stood in silence until two other soldiers came to take their place at the Southern Gate, and they could return to the warmth of the servants hall.

***

Like he had dreamed of earlier, Koner found himself eating his broth and bread, and reading his book as close to the fire as he possibly could, to get maximum dragon ambience. The book had been given to him by one of the Queen’s soldiers, who he had grown close to while they had been stationed at Winterfell and who shared his adoration for the creatures, even going as far as teaching him how to read some of the letters so he could make sense of some of the descriptions, but he still got a headache in between mixing up his Ds and Bs.

None of the other servants or guards had ever taken an interest, only to laugh at the thought of some low-born bastard trying to read about dragons. Not until that night.

“Is that a dragon on the page of your book?” He looked up to see a vision in a simple green wool dress, with braids that fell down past her shoulders and to her waist, where a bronze belt with a strange insignia held up a leather pouch.

“Uh - yeah.”

“May I see?” She asked, but Koner could only nod, cursing himself for being so tongue-tied in the face of such a beauty. He held up the book to her, as one might hold up a sword to a much-deserving knight. She took the book from him, and as she did her soft hands brushed against his calloused ones, causing a tingle in his fingers that travelled all the way down to his cock. If this was how he reacted to barely touching a woman, he should probably take Henk’s advice lest he pop a boner whilst getting knighted by Lady Stark.

(That was one of the quiet dreams he had, one that he had never told another soul about lest he be made a mockery of.)

“This is a book from the Queen’s library in Mereen - how did you get it?” It wasn’t an accusation - she didn’t even ask him in an accusatory tone, but the way she looked into his eyes made him feel as if he needed to apologise to her, as if she was the person he had stolen it from.

“Uh, one of the Dragon Queen’s soldiers gave it to me.” She raised a well-plucked eyebrow at him, and he suddenly had the feeling he was talking to someone much above his station. “He didn’t tell me he’d stolen it, I had no idea-” He began to apologise, but found himself interrupted by the woman’s laughter.

“I didn’t think it was stolen, Sir. I just didn’t expect a Stark soldier to have such an interest in a beast from so far beyond his lands.” At her words, he began to protest, but she laughed again, silencing him. “But if you are, perhaps you would like to hear my stories about the dragons I saw on a daily basis back when I lived alongside Queen Danerys?”

Koner’s mouth dropped open, and he shut it quickly, hearing in his head his mother’s warnings of him looking like a dead salmon when he did so.

“Ah, I see your incredibly subtle partner has made my presence known to you before I got the chance.” She got a sad look in her beautiful eyes, which he immediately felt the need to take away.

“Uh - sorry - my partner?” Was this the lass Henk had been blabbering on about? Well, he was certainly correct when he had spoken about her eyes. Koner had never had the chance to bathe in the hot springs - his mother liked to keep his bath water cold as the snow surrounding their cabin, so he could grow up to be a strong, North-hardened soldier for the Starks. He liked to imagine that stepping into a hot spring would be akin to gazing into this woman’s eyes for longer than ten seconds at a time. He was stuck, and couldn’t form words for the fear of having to leave her gaze to think of them.

“Yes, your partner. That soldier that guards the South Gate with you. He met me on the way back from the laundry as I was carrying Lady Sansa’s bedlinens.” Her face was somewhat hopeful, perhaps hopeful that Henk had not told him what he had, but resigned in a way that she knew that he had done so.

“What, Henk?” At his name, her face twitched into more of a frown than it had before. Fuck.

“Yes, that one. He has a rather large beard, I noticed.” She sounded self-conscious now, rather than the spirited person he had met to begin with. Henk needs a fucking battering for this.

“Yes, I’ve told him he could grow a nest of birds in that fucking thing.” He offers a smile, and she reciprocates it, if not slightly weaker. But she was smiling, at least. “I can’t actually remember what he said to me after that - I don’t tend to listen to much that cunt talks about - it’s usually bullshit.”

She tilted her head at his words, causing her braids to shift and reveal a sliver of her neck, the sight of it sending thoughts of what his mouth might do to it running through his head, down his spine and to his cock, which twitched again. Fuck, he really needed to visit a whorehouse if this was what happened when he talked to pretty girls.

“You don’t get bored?”

“Not when I have dragons to think of.” He smiled in reassurance at her, and a weight seemed to lift from her shoulders. She sat down in the seat opposite him, and handed him back his book.

“Hmmm, what story could I tell you?” She pondered, and he sat forward on his haunches to listen.

“Tell me about the first time you saw them!” He begged, and so she began.

“Well, I had just been freed. When the Stormborn arrived, I was locked away so my master wouldn’t have to give me up - he thought he, a well-known, powerful slave owner would get away with hiding slaves.”

She stopped, to check if he was still listening, but Koner only nodded for her to carry on.

“He did not - the Dragon Queen saved me and the others from his clutches and that’s when I first saw them - they were walking behind her, almost like hounds do their master. Except instead of having fur, they had scales and huge wings and fangs.

“I was terrified, of course, but my interest betrayed my fear, and I asked if I could touch them. My interest humoured her, and she took me to Mereen with her, and then to King’s Landing, and then she brought me here, to Winterfell.

“She saw how much I enjoyed the snow - where I grew up it’s so hot and there is sand as far as the eye can see. I don’t like sand. It’s coarse, and rough, and irritating and it gets everywhere. Not like here. Here, the snow is soft and smooth and cold.”

At this, Koner laughed.

“You won’t be saying that when you get frostbite for the first time.”

She shrugged, her lips forming a beautiful pout that Koner desperately wanted to kiss from her face.

“Perhaps. But until then, Winterfell is the most beautiful place I have ever been. Even without dragons. So she let me stay, under the guise of gifting the Queen in the North another Lady’s Maid.” She smiled at him again, a wide smile that nearly knocked him into the fire with how much it made his chest hurt to look at.

“She seems like a very kind lady.”

“She is, Sir.”

“Did you ever get to touch the dragon, then?” He asked, excited again, but she simply laughed at him, and Koner looked up at her with his brown eyes in wonder.

“That is a story for another time, good soldier. I have work to do - I must tend to Lady Stark.” She stood up to go, but before she could, he shot up and grabbed her elbow.

“What is your name, my lady? So I know the name of the woman who told me such a fearsome tale.”

She told him, and he had to repeat it. He had to feel the taste of her name on his tongue, as if it was an expensive sweet he’d been given that he was afraid would be knocked from his mouth cruelly.

“And yours, Sir?”

“Koner, Ma’am. And I am no Ser, just a poor soldier who loves dragons.” He grinned at her, and she gave him another wide smile back, knocking him in the chest again.

“Until we meet again, Koner, the poor soldier.”

***

On his next watch with Henk, he found himself being interrogated by the man who had somehow found out about his conversation with the fair maiden.

“So, did she invite you back to her chambers for a good fucking? Is she truly a Yunkai whore like they say?”

Koner spat on the ground.

“No, she’s a nice girl who told me about the dragons she used to travel with.” He fixed Henk with a glare, which had the older man shrink back. “Don’t go besmirching the poor lass’ name again. She’s not a whore, she’s a good woman.” He would not be telling Henk that his cock felt differently.

Henk only laughed at this, only with less surety than before.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought you were in love with her, Koner.”

Perhaps he was, but that didn’t matter. Men like Koner never ended up married to women like her. No - she’d be married off to some steward and bear beautiful children, and Koner would have to be happy with his left hand, and the stories of the dragons that she left behind with him.

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ercklln · 2 years ago

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quick koner two-chapter smut fic idea i’ll write !!

i’ve thought about fem! reader, who’s a noble lady traveling to winterfell on her own small convey (imagine she’s a friend of sansa) that is ambushed along the way, and apparently it’s a bandit situation wherein all two of her soldiers are dead. (cuz bandits were more ruthless obvi and her men are apparently too cocky they died lol). she escapes on foot into the snowy woods where the bandits chase her and almost caught her but alas! our sweet koner comes to the rescue and saves her. (cuz he apparently was scouting nearby and is a great swordsman, he beats three bandits oh wow. very hot.) reader is grateful and koner recognizes her as a noble lady.

and then he’s her bodyguard from now on, sexual tension ensues, obvious attraction, reader tells him the reason for the visit to winterfell and they settle in an nearby inn. ambiance is cozy, warm, feelings and SEX—

AND BOOM!

strong sexual tension. bathtub scenario. smut. they fuck. a lot. for one night in the inn cuz he accidentally saw her nakey while checking on her AHH— and the next day they arrive in winterfell and i’ll let my imagination ensue more what they do.

but the most important thing is they fuck.

LMAO my mind is so overactive with watching GOT and HOTD at the same time that i can’t stop thinking of koner even though he had barely any screentime but hey, it’s joe quinn. <3

#koner x reader #koner #koner got #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #fnhrlcllnwrites #SMUT📣

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years ago

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𝐀 𝐍𝐨𝐭-𝐒𝐨-𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 (Koner x Spellcaster!GN!Reader) When Koner turned up at your door asking to do business with you, you didn’t expect your agreement to turn into something more.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 No smut but the next part(s) will have 18+ only content so MINORS DNI SOD OFF AWAY FROM ME AND THIS BLOG. A little bit of angst if you squint, brief mentions of sex, more of the lead up to the relationship than anything, barely proofread because it’s the middle of the night and I’m tired lolol.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 Yes, I bent the lore of GoT for magic because I say magic rights and don’t care what George R.R. Martin says. The next two parts will be smut and will also be the same as each other but one will be written for v owners and the other will be written for p owners so that I’m not limiting it to a specific set of anatomy. I didn’t feel up to writing smut, so I wrote this instead with the intention of writing smut in separate parts. Honestly I’ve had to take a short break from writing because doing smut all the time can be a bit draining for me for personal reasons.

The quiet and solitude of your little home you’d made for yourself in the small village a few miles from Winterfell was something you’d grown accustomed to. You’d lived with your parents for most of your life, but when the time came you built up a life away from them, although still in the same village so that you could be there for them if they needed your help.

Your house was a simple one and resided at the outskirts of the village. Your parents visited from time to time, but apart from that you never had company over. If you were to meet your friends and spend time with them, you did it in the local tavern or at their house. Of course, you were questioned about why you never invited anyone into your home, and you would wave it off saying that it was simply too small to adequately entertain guests. It was a believable enough excuse, and one that meant you were never bothered by anyone unless it was your parents wanting to catch up or spend time with you. However, the true reason behind you never having guests was nothing to do with the size of your home.

You were a spellcaster.

You had known from a young age that you were able to use magic. However, your parents made sure that you only ever used it within the family home so as to not raise suspicions. Magic wasn’t banned as such, but it was long thought to be dead and nothing but fanciful stories and old wives’ tales. If anyone thought there was even a chance that they could use magic and obtain the kind of power that could be utilised by an enemy to overthrow Winterfell, you and your parents would never have heard the end of it. So, you kept it hidden and only used it in the safety and privacy of the family home. Now, as an adult, you practiced your magic in the solitude and emptiness of your own house. It was difficult, of course, because you still weren’t sure of the limits of what you could do even after growing up using magic. You could do small things like summoning small flames into your hands and lighting fires with the blink of an eye, but when you tried to venture into other possible disciplines of magic you just didn’t seem to be able to do anything else.

It was while you were practicing your magic, trying to see how large of a flame you could conjure into your palm, when you received a knock at your door. You swiftly extinguished the fire you’d created and wrapped yourself up in your moth-eaten blanket then opened the door. Before you stood a man wearing the uniform that the Winterfell soldiers donned, confusion etched onto his features as he tried to look behind you into the house.

“Can I help you?” you asked, a polite smile on your face as you tried to close the door a little to stop him being nosy.

“Didn’t you just have a fire lit in there?”

You shook your head. “A fire? No, sir. I’m sure you’re mistaken.”

He fixed his eyes on you and you noticed immediately how dark they were. If it weren’t for the lighter flecks of hazel mixed with the brown, you’d have thought they were black.

“No, I definitely saw a fire. Why did you put it out? Are you trying to freeze to death in there?” he said, clearly determined to get an answer out of you.

“Instead of arguing about this imaginary fire you claim to have seen, why don’t you tell me why you’re here? What brings you to my home, soldier?”

As if remembering that he wasn’t there to ask about fires, his frown morphed into a smile that you had to admit was rather pretty. “I was told I could find herbal remedies and medicines here for a reasonable price if I asked nicely enough.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And who told you that? What’s wrong with the remedies and medicines up in Winterfell?”

His eyes raked up and down your body, making you let out an involuntary shiver. “None of them are as easy on the eye as you are, pretty thing. Who told me where to find you is none of your business. I have my ways.”

You let out an indignant huff but opened the door a little wider and stepped aside. “Get in, before I change my mind. Quickly now, you’re letting out the warmth.”

He smirked as he brushed past you and entered your home. You slammed the door, irritated, and made your way over to the fireplace. If he knew about the herbal remedies and medicines that you crafted, that meant he likely knew about your use of magic and there would be no point in hiding it from him now. However, that didn’t mean you weren’t going to make sure you didn’t need to start preparing to leave at a moment’s notice.

You gazed down at the kindling in the fireplace and clicked your fingers, delighting in the gasp the man let out when it caught alight and began to warm up the room. You quirked a brow as you turned to look at him and took in his expression of amazement.

“Don’t act so shocked. People don’t come to me asking for my services without knowing first at least a little about what I am, and aside from my parents nobody else knows the truth of why I live out here alone. So, tell me the name of the fool gawking at me like I’ve just grown a second head and then tell me who directed you to me.”

The soldier was quiet for a moment before he responded. “Koner.”

You nodded as you moved over to the shelves filled with remedies and medicines you’d concocted and perfected over the years. “Is Koner your name or the name of whoever needs flaying for putting both of us at risk?”

“That would be me.” You heard the man – Koner – pull out a chair from the table and assumed he’d taken a seat there. “So, is it true what they said? You make your own medicines and sell them to other outlying villages to make some coin?”

You glanced over your shoulder at him. “Yes, that��s the long and short of it. I suppose they also told you what I am as well, did they? That I use magic once thought to be extinct to concoct my remedies?”

“Yes and no.”

You picked up a couple of potions you’d put together that took care of one’s general health and placed them in front of him on the table before taking a seat opposite him.

“They told me about your business. I’ve come by here more than once but ended up never knocking on the door. I’ve seen you through the window a few times making fire out of thin air and realised that must be part of how you make them.”

Admittedly, that wasn’t the answer you’d been expecting from him. You were concerned that you would need to track down whoever had discovered your secret and put an end to their rumour spreading in order to protect both yourself and our parents. However, Koner seemed to be telling the truth, though you didn’t completely trust him yet. If he became a regular customer, you would have to see if his words were true or if he was lying to cover for someone else. One thing was for sure: you were going to need something to cover up your windows if you wanted to keep your secret exactly that.

You lifted one of the potions and observed him as he watched in interest. “This takes care of general health. Think of it like a tonic or a pick-me-up. As long as you promise to keep your mouth shut about what you know, I’ll provide you these for free if and when you need them. Other remedies and such will still cost you.”

Koner nodded, a stray brown curl slipping from beneath his hood. “Of course. Will I need to arrange with you a place to meet and trade?”

“And risk someone catching me in the act and following me home? No. You will come to me when you need something from me,” you told him, placing the potion back down on the table.

“And if someone sees me? Asks questions? What shall I tell them?”

A playful smile teased your lips. “That you’re getting an easy fuck from the village hermit.”

You laughed when he choked on his own spit, his eyes wide with shock.

“I’m joking,” you told him. “Nobody would be mad enough to come to me if sex was what they wanted, although I certainly wouldn’t say no to you given the time to get to know you better. Just say to them that my parents have asked you to check in on me regularly. I’ll make sure they know to corroborate your story should somebody discuss it with them.”

Once he agreed, the two of you spent another hour or so becoming better acquainted with one another. You found out that Koner was an only child and both his parents had died five years prior not long after he’d turned twenty. After that, he’d become a soldier of Winterfell to keep himself afloat and had been welcomed with open arms. He’d grown up in the North, but a couple towns over from the village you lived in. Frostbite had almost taken his fingers of his left hand in his first year as a soldier, scars from the ice adorning his fingertips. In turn, you’d told him about growing up as the only person in your family who had magic and how you’d found that other kinds of magic had escaped your capabilities no matter how hard you tried. You regaled him with tales of close calls and the time you’d accidentally burned your mother’s best dress when you panicked as a child, unable to control your magic as effectively at such a young age. You showed him the scar on your knee from when you’d fallen out of a tree when your childhood rival Bram bet you a fresh loaf of bread you couldn’t climb to the top.

When Koner left with the potions you gave him, it was with the promise that he would be back soon if he needed anything else. You bid him farewell with a smile, knowing that he would keep his word and likely return before the week ended.

***

As weeks passed, you and Koner settled into a routine. Every Friday, once the sun set and never a minute before, your curly haired soldier with his chocolate button eyes would rap his knuckles against your door in the pattern you had both devised so that you new who was at your door: two short knocks, a pause, two more, another pause, and then one last knock against the wood. Then, you would let him in and swiftly shut the door behind him before proceeding to close the shutters on all of your windows. He’d then tell you what he needed, you would put the requested items in the satchel he’d bring with him, he’d pay you, and then you’d spend the next couple of hours talking. Sometimes it was about something that had happened that week. Other times it was more questions so that you could become more familiar with one another.

What hadn’t been planned as part of your routine was falling for him. Koner was undoubtedly a handsome man, but his personality – his kindness, the strength of his spirit, the softness behind the hardened exterior of a soldier – was more handsome still. You would spend your days apart hoping that he would drop in unexpectedly one night to spend more time with you, always keeping your home more organised and tidier just in case. The money he paid you for your homemade remedies and medicines had been enough to keep you better fed and you had even given some of it to your parents so that they too could live a better life. Even when you told him he didn’t have to pay you as much as he did, that you would reduce the price just for him if he wished, he would always pay you the full amount.

One evening, when your mother came to visit your home, she’d asked you about your relationship with Koner.

“When are you going to tell him, love?” she’d enquired.

You gave her a frown in return. “Tell him what?”

“That you’re in love with him.”

Those six words had hit you harder than you thought they would. You merely shook your head.

“He doesn’t see me in the same way, mother. Besides, he’s a soldier. He could have anyone he wanted. Why would he want the lonely village hermit with their little parlour tricks and potions?”

You glared at her when she smacked your arm.

“I will not have you speaking of yourself in such a way! If he cared so little for you, would he still insist on paying you no less than the full amount of what your potions are worth? Would he bother to stick around after getting what he needs? Would he try so hard to get to know you better and treat you with such kindness? I think you underestimate him and his feelings.”

“And what if he really doesn’t care for me at all?” you murmured, your head bowed to avoid her gaze. “What if all of this is him being polite? He’s a soldier of Winterfell, mother. There must be countless men and women who would do anything for him at the tip of his hat. What makes me so special?”

Her arms wrapped around you from behind and pulled you into her warm embrace. “You always were too stubborn to take mine or your father’s word for it. If you asked Koner how he felt, I know that he would say he feels the same for you that you do for him.”

Even with your mother’s reassurance, the voice of doubt still lingered in the back of your mind.

***

At the four month mark of yours and Koner’s friendship, he knocked that now comforting rhythm at your door and you opened the door with a smile to be met with a sight you weren’t expecting.

He’d brought you flowers.

“I hope you don’t mind, pretty thing,” he said sheepishly. “I saw them on my patrol when I walked past the flower stall and thought of you, so I bought them. If you don’t like them, I can always throw them away. It was a bit forward of me really and I wasn’t thinking when I bought them. I apologise if –”

You took the small bouquet off him before he could change his mind and stepped aside for him to enter, inhaling the scent with a grin. “They’re beautiful, although I’m not sure what I did to deserve such beautiful flowers.”

Koner closed the door as soon as he was inside and shrugged off his cloak. “That’s why I’m here, actually. Tonight will be the last of our business together.”

His words filled you with ice cold as you stared at him. “Oh. I see.”

He continued. “I’ve been considering this for a while. I can’t continue pretending anymore.”

At this point, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach. “Pretending?”

“Pretending that I see you as a friend.”

Your hurt must have shown on his face because he quickly backtracked.

“No, wait, that came out wrong. I meant pretending that I see you as just a friend.”

You licked your lips and placed the flowers down on your table, busying yourself afterward by closing the shutters of your windows so that nobody could look in. A jolt of shock ran through you when a pair of firm hands turned you around once the last shutters were closed, those same hands coming to rest on your hips as you gazed into his eyes.

“And how do you really see me?” you whispered, your heartbeat hammering in your ears.

“Something I don’t have a word for.” His thumbs caressed your sides soothingly. “You are all I think about when I’m on patrol and carrying out my duties as a Winterfell soldier. I work as hard as I can, hoping to be paid extra if I work hard enough, in the hopes that I can buy even more from you and have an excuse to stay here longer every Friday. It never works, and the lads tease me relentlessly for it, but I don’t care. When my comrades boast about the latest whore they’ve laid with in the brothel in the next town over, all I’m able to think about is how I wish I could lay with you. One of them tells me a joke and I think about whether you would laugh at it too. I see Lord and Lady Stark and the love they share, and I feel a need rooted deep inside me to have that with you regardless of what others would think or say. I dream of you some nights, dreams that I dare not repeat out loud, and when I wake up you occupy every inch of my brain until I swear that I’m about to lose my mind.

“So, you see, I can’t continue to see you every Friday without hoping that you feel the same way. If you can see me only as a friend, then please tell me. Tell me now so that I don’t keep getting my hopes up and deluding myself into thinking that you care for me as much as I care for you.”

Speechless and unable to think of the words to say, you cupped his face and brought his lips to yours in a kiss that you hoped conveyed just how deeply you felt for him. How hard you’d fallen for him over the past four months. He pulled your hips flush against his and you started to relax when he returned the kiss, lips moving over yours messily as you tilted your heads for better access. You hadn’t even realised you were both moving until your back hit the wall. Your fingers buried themselves in his hair and tugged at his brunette curls, his soft moan making you smile against him.

Your lungs crying out for air, the two of you parted and broke the kiss but still held onto one another as if one of you were about to disappear.

“Fuck, I wanted to do this properly,” he muttered, making you laugh.

“Koner, you still have the chance to ask if you so wish. I won’t stop you.”

He blushed as his eyes flickered to and from your lips. “Very well. Y/N, would you do me the honour of blessing me with your presence on a horse ride away from the village, lest I corrupt you and ravish you here and now?”

The thought of him having his way with you had you biting your lip, but that could wait for a later date. He wanted to romance you properly, like a gentleman, and who were you to deny him that?

“I would love that, my sweet man.”

Beaming, he pulled you in for another kiss.

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years ago

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Koner or Loki

Pairings: Koner x plus!size reader Loki x Plus!size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Request by @salenorona23. It's just a smidge different from the request and a bit corny. I hope you like it. Been working really hard on this one. So any feedback is greatly appreciated.

Warnings: 18+ smut, language, drinking, affair, violence and not proof read and no word count

Summary: Life was well with Koner, until it wasn’t. How could you move on from your one true love. Maybe an Asgardian can show you what true love is.

Your life was complete when one of Winterfell’s guards showed interest in you. You had been pinning for him for years. That beautiful boy with the big doe brown eyes. The one with the smile that made your knees weak. That made your heart beat faster and slower at the same time. Let the seven forbid him from winking at you. You swore every time he did that. You would let him have you any which way that pleased him.

He had never spoken to you until one day he came from a battle with a head and leg injury. You were one of the maesters helpers. When Koner came in groaning you immediately went to help. You cleaned him and sewed his injuries. You took care of him as much as he would allow you to. Ever since then he was yours. He followed you everywhere like a pup.

It wasn't until 2 years later did he ask if he could court you. Any idiot would say no. And this day you were the idiot of all idiots. You declined his offer and went about your day. You weren't sure if he actually wanted you or just wanted to fuck Wintefell's biggest attraction. You were a very plump girl but you never cared. You came from a long line of large women. So it never truly bothered you.

But to Koner you were the most beautiful girl in all of Westeros. How he never noticed you before was beyond him. He wanted to marry you since you had taken care of him after the battle. But you kept pushing him away. Making him only wanting you more. And when you finally agree to see him after 3 long years of badgering and pleading you agree to be with him, he nearly died from joy. Then his dreams came true when you promised to marry him a year later.

Months of gathering everything you could possibly need for a proper wedding filled your every waking moment. You needed some ribbon for your gown one night. Koner wasn't home from his watch yet so you decided to get the ribbon and find him to walk to your quarters together. You past by the stables when you heard a scream. You moved quickly to see what was wrong. You thought maybe the white walkers came. But as you got closer and closer it was screams of pleasure? You wouldn't know. You and Koner had decided to wait until the bedding ceremony. When you peaked inside one of the stalls your eyes widened. you backed away slowly just until you were out of ear shot. And ran as fast as you could. Once you got to the quarters you fell to the ground and sobbed.

Koner had been distant ever since the Lady Mary arrived 3 months prior. You had a suspicion but tonight confirmed it. Koner, the man you were supposed to marry in a fort-night was having sex with the Lady Mary. Why? Why would he hurt you so? Was it your fault? Should you have slept with him sooner? No. It wasn't your fault. If he loved you he would have waited like he promised.

You gathered your belongings and waited for Koner to return home. You sat there trying to maintain your composure. The door opened and the cold air instantly filled the room.

"My love. I have missed you." Koner came and kissed you on the cheek.

He smelled like her. You almost lost it. But you did your best not to cry. Do not show him how badly he had hurt you.

" Late again?"

" Yes love I'm sorry. There's just a lot of work preparing for war."

" Oh....is the Lady Mary a part of that work?"

Koner looked confused and stepped away from you."What?"

Your lip quivered. You swallowed and began to speak.

"I went to see if you wanted to walk me home after I collected some ribbon for my wedding gown of all things. You know the one I've been working on for ages to make it perfect for you...I saw you...in the stables... With her." Your voice broke and you tried to clear it so that he couldn't tell how broken you were.

He was speechless. His once beautiful eyes filled with regret and tears.

" Right. So this is over. I really hope it was worth our love. Or my love at least."

You grabbed your bag and started to walk out. But he stepped in front of you stopping your stride.

" What do you expect? You would not have sex with me. I am a man. I have needs."

You were furious and full of rage. " DON'T YOU DARE BLAME ME FOR YOUR IMPROPRIETIES! WE AGREE ON THAT TOGETHER. I'VE WANTED YOU. YOU KNOW I DID."

He was shocked at your tone. You had never spoken to him like that. His heart sank knowing that you were hurt.

" Your right. I'm sorry. I...I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry. I love you. I love you so much. Please love...do not leave." He came towards you.

" NO! You had one chance with me. Just one and I will not give you another. You were supposed to be mine."

" I am yours."

" No! You're hers...I thought maybe. Just maybe you actually loved me. But I was wrong."

" I do! I love you with all my heart."

"No! I loved you with all my heart. Whatever you felt for me is not love. If it was, you would have waited. But your impatience has gotten the best of you and me.... Goodbye Kone. May the 7 bless you."

You left him alone and crying that night. And never returned to him. How could you? The love you once thought you shared was all a lie. It was truly over and you could not have been stricken with more grief. Your heart broke every time you saw those gorgeous brown eyes now red and filled with tears. But you had to be strong. You couldn't give in.

You were so glad to finally have a distraction from all that was hurting you. You were instructed to show the royal family of Asgard around Wintefell. The blonde one was terribly funny but the man of black hair was a bit intimidating. He was quite beautiful. You have heard of the stories of Thor the god of thunder and of his brother Loki the god of mischief. Being in a world full of magic and dragons and stone men. It was not surprising to hear of God like men from a place far way. Though most of Winterfell's people were afraid of them, you were not. They were just men. If they could bleed they could not be true gods.

Loki and Thor have come to aid Wintefell in the war against the dead. And it was your duty to make sure they were as comfortable as possible. You walked alongside them showing the all of Winterfell when Thor found a woman entering a tavern. He took his leave and left you to the whims of Loki. He was very kind and not at all mischievous. You spent many days with him. Getting to know of his accomplishment and all his battles.

He spoke a lot about how he was misunderstood and how he always lived in his brother's shadow. One day you were out for a walk with Loki and he showed you some of his powers. You were in a clearing in the woods near the gate. He was standing in front of you one moment then gone the next. You spun around looking for him to find not one but 5 of him. Each one holding a winter rose.

All copies of him smiled at you. You stood there in awe of him. He moved swiftly until all the copies disappeared and he was behind you.

You turned and laughed. " That was amazing."

" I can do a lot more than that princess." He said holding the flower to you

" Go on. Show me." You smiled at him sweetly and you went to sit at the base of a tree with the flower in hand.

You held yourself trying to stay warm. It was quite cold today and you hadn't been wearing too many layers today as you should have. You saw him shapeshift. First it was his brother, then Sansa. He did various others until he changed into a certain guard in particular.

Brown eyes stared back at you and smiled. He even sounded like Koner. You got to your feet and walked away. Loki did not know of your troubles with Koner. Nor did you plan on telling him. He chased after you.

" What's wrong princess? I did not mean to offend you."

"You have not offended me. I just...I'm just cold. Aren't you?"

" No dear. I'm immune to the cold. I'm part ice giant."

"Oh. Well that's lovely. I umm must return before I catch the death of a cold." You quickly left and hid in your chamber for the rest of the day.

For weeks Loki poked and prodded for information but you never said a word about it. Something terrible must have happened. He noticed your distance and your demnor shift. You stopped laughing at his quirks and rarely smiled anymore. He was saddened by your change. He had grown to like you very much these past few weeks. Something he had not intended. But none the less. He was falling for you.

Your change had come suddenly and without warning. You didn't know that your heart could hurt anymore than it had. The sorrow you felt had been something you felt before. When you were burying your father. His life was taken from battle. He was the only man in your life that you ever cared for besides Koner. The pain stood there even after months had gone by. That day that Loki shifted into Koner you had gotten word from your most trusted confidant. Margery the milk maid. She was a lovely trust worthy woman who've you know since you were children. She told you that Koner had still been seeing Lady Mary and there was a rumor going around that she was with child.

That information broke you down into nothing. You moved as a ghost. Doing your best to not be seen or be approached. However Loki would not allow it. He did everything in his power to make you smile again. He was always so kind to you even though he was cruel to everyone else. You liked that. It was refreshing to have someone show you the attention you never received before.

Loki was pacing in the courtyard days later thinking of ways to apologize to you for the mishaps. He had no idea you were once engaged to that man. How hurt you must have been. He found out everything through his brother who took Wintefell with such grace. The ladies loved him and the men admired him. It was annoying.

He felt so awful for doing that to you. So he had planned on giving you some great big apology and asking for your forgiveness. And if you accepted maybe he could see if you might have feelings for him? He would never dare hurt you the way Koner did. He wouldn't dream of someone else. Because to Loki there was no one else. Just you. You, with the beautiful eyes and the stunning smile. You, with all your wonderful thoughts and opinions. You, with the kind heart but stubborn as the day is long. Loki loved that about you. How you never let others take advantage of you or your willingness to be kind. You were a bitch when you had to be. But that was all. You were very strong willed and incredibly smart. Someone not meant for this world with all their closed mindedness. He knew that and there would be a day he would steal you away to live the life that was meant for you. With him by your side.

His thoughts were interrupted by none other than the bastard Koner.

" It's cold out. You should go back to your quarters." Koner said firmly.

" I think I'll be heading to the young lady's. I have a few things to say to her." Loki smirked

" I think it's best if you don't." Koner's tone was cold and harsh.

" I do not care what you think."

Koner stepped in front of him. He looked upset. " She belongs to me."

Loki grinned. " Y/n does seem like one who takes it kindly to be seen as property."

" How would you know? You only have known her for a few weeks."

" I know plenty. And I know about you as well. Answer me this." Loki walked in a circle around him. "How could you hurt someone as perfect as her? Was your moment...no I'm sorry, your moments of weakness really worth losing the person you claimed to love?"

" You shouldn't speak of things you have no business knowing!"

Loki stopped to face Koner. " She became my business when she entered my life. You are the one who should go back to your quarters and leave her alone."

"She is mine!"

Koner sucker punched him and drew his sword. Loki disappeared and was behind him holding a dagger at his throat.

" Do you know how easily I could kill you?!"

Koner swallowed.

" But I won't because that would only hurt her more. And unlike yourself I do not wish to harm her in any way."

"LOKI!"

He looked up and saw Thor and a few others running towards him. He moved back and kicked Koner to the ground.

"Loki?"

Your sweet voice called him. He turned to see you just outside your door. He didn't want you to see him like this so he left. You called after him again but he didn't look back. You chased after him only stopping to look at Koner who was getting to his feet.

" What have you done?!" You said looking into the brown eyes you now hated.

" I-"

...

Koner didn't finish because you were off following Loki. His heart hurt seeing how you cared for Loki how you once cared for him. He hasn't completely lost you had he? You couldn't possibly be in love with him so quickly.

You knocked on Loki's chamber door.

" Loki please. Open the door." You begged.

" I uhh. It's probably best if I don't."

" LOKI! IF YOU DO NOT OPEN THIS DOOR I WILL KNOCK IT DOWN AND KICK YOUR ASS!"

He smiled. He believed you. So he shifted to cover his now bruised eye and opened the door. You rushed in and took off your cloak. He closed the door watching you. You looked so beautiful when you were angry. When you turned to him your features softened. You went to him and cupped his face.

" No. Do not hide. Show me."

He averted his gaze. How did you know he was hiding? He took a deep breath and returned to his normal self.

You sighed. "Did this happen because of me?"

Loki smirked. "No not at all. People just don't like me."

"Liar."

His smirk faded when he looked back into your eyes. Full of worry and what looked a lot like love. You kissed his cheek just under his bruise.

" You're cold. Let's sit by the fire." He said moving your hands and leading you.

You sat next to him on the fur rug. Even though he knew everything that had happened between you and Koner he allowed you to talk about it. You had been so hurt by him that all he could do was hold you. Were you not ready to be with someone else? Be with someone who truly loved you.

It wasn't until the night of the battle and were you certain you had fallen for the Asgardian.

You and the other woman and children were being escorted to the crypts. When you were suddenly pulled into a hallway by Loki.

"What is it? Are you alright?" You asked holding his face in your hands

" Yes my dear. I..I just had to see you."

" Don't you worry. You will return. You are a god remember."

He kissed you with such passion you lost yourself. He held your waist as the kiss deepened. Then you felt something in your hand. He placed a dragon glass dagger in there. He left before you could tell him you loved him too.

Loki looked deep into your eyes and sighed. " If I do not. You must know that I am madly in love with you. I wanted nothing more than to be with you forever."

" Forever is a long time." You said breathlessly as he came closer.

...

You were pacing in the crypts when you felt a chill. You heard screaming. When you turned the graves were broken and the dead rose. You ran as fast as you could carrying a dragon glass dagger. The others were being overwhelmed by the dead. That's when you heard a whoosh. The sound of Thor's hammer smashed through the hoard. But you were cornered. Out of no where Loki was standing in front of you. There was too many of them for him alone but Thor was encumbered by a swarm coming behind him. His hammer laid just s few feet away from you. As Loki fought you reached for it. It was heavy but you could lift it. Not thinking you threw it back to Thor who was smiling at you. When you turned Loki was wide eyed and tackled. You went to him stabbing the creature. Once it died you helped Loki to his feet. And there was a moment where he kissed you again. When you two broke apart you heard laughing. Thor was grinning at you two. You hadn't seen Koner until Thor moved. He was angry and stormed away. Though you felt awful for what he just saw, you shoved that feeling aside. You loved Loki. You had to catch your breath and spoke softly.

" Loki god of mischief. I love you. I love you wholly and true. Be with me. And I will love you until my dying day."

Koner had lost everything that night you left. He was nothing but a shell of a man he used to be. How could he ever do that to you? How could he have been so stupid? You were the love of his life. His very reason for living. Many days passed and he would try to speak with you. But you were never around. That was until the bastards from Asgard came. He watched as you the dark haired one spent weeks together. Loki was the bane of his existence. He wanted to relieve the world of him. Loki was trouble, he knew that. But when he saw the way Loki looked at you he could not take it. Many nights of mindless fucking consumed Koner. Never to completion though.

How was he going to get you back? You were his everything and he could not stand by and watch you fall in love with someone else. He had hoped to get to you first that night of the battle. But he wasn't fast enough. He couldn't get there before Loki. And when he saw you kiss him. His heart shattered into a million pieces. He thought of killing Loki right then. And if he didn't succeed then Loki would kill him. Then he wouldn't have to live without you. He went to the only place he knew he felt comfort. He went to Margery's. She was the only person who still rooted for you and him to be together. He needed her help. He needed to find a way to get you back. He explained his side of the story in which he found out that in fact the lady Mary was pregnant. His heart sank to the ground and he died inside. That child was supposed to be yours. It was always supposed to be yours. Now there was no turning back. You would definitely not come back to him once you knew.

After the battle Loki took you to Asgard. You had not planned this prompt to visit but it was magnificent. A world full of life and color. Technology you have never dreamed of. Where the men were strong and kind and the women who were beautiful and had a voice. You went to a room that was made up just for you. You had servants helping you wash up and change into stunning flowing gown.

As Loki dressed in his formal attire he was talking to his father.

" Marry us. Tonight."

" My son. Is that what she wants?"

" Yes father. I want her to be my wife as soon as possible."

Oden came and put a hand on his shoulder. " Give her this."

He held out a beautiful ring. And Loki smiled.

Loki was standing at the top of the staircase when you emerged. You no longer looked like a maiden from Wintefell but an Asgardian princess. Green was definitely your color. As you began your march to him flower petals fell from above making the hall look magical. It was magic. All of this seemed like something out of a fairy tale. A dream you wish to never to be woken from.

The vows were spoken and a ring was placed on your finger. Never have you felt so complete. So accepted and loved. This is where you were always meant to be. In a world that didn't take a woman's opinion lightly. A place where you could be free to learn and be taken seriously. A place to call a true home with a man who loved you with his entire being. You knew Loki would die for you. And you would do the same.

Instead of celebrating with the guest you and Loki did some celebrating of your own. He took you to a new side of Asgard. You have yet to explore the vastness of it all but when you came to a small cottage just off of the water, you were stunned at its beauty.

Loki turned to you and smiled. " This is our new home."

" Loki, it is amazing. I do not deserve this."

" My dear, you deserve all of the universes. You deserve all of this and more. You are my queen and I am your humble servant. Now my sweet woman. How many I serve you?"

You tugged at your bottom lip and nodded. " I would like for my king to make love to me."

Loki picked you up with ease and swiftly moved to the cottage. Once he stepped across the threshold he kissed you.

" In front of the fire husband." You said between kisses.

He smiled walking slowly to the fire place that was already lit. He kissed you. So much so your lips turned into a fascinating shade of red. He set you down on your feet and circled you slowing untying your dress. Once the dress was loose enough the green and white fabric fell to your bare feet. Leaving you bare chested with nothing but a skirt slip. You covered your breast and belly.

Loki was standing in front of you now and started unbuttoning his vest. He was in his breaches in a matter of seconds. He looked at you and removed your hands to take you in.

" You never have to hide yourself from me." His voice was low and deep.

A warmth grew between your legs as he caressed your warm skin leaving a trail of gentle kisses on every inch of your exposed body. He dropped to his knees and slid off your slip. Your body trembled at his touch. Your hands wove in his hair as he kissed your pugie stomach. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. You held onto him to keep your balance and he held onto your hips to keep you from falling.

He looked at your soaping cunt. Dripping with your love and he smiled.

" God you have never looked so beautiful." He cooed

His tongue found your swollen clit between your puffy pink folds. You threw your head back at the feeling of his tongue swirling around it.

" Mmm you taste so sweet my queen." He moaned

Your hips rocked as you pulled his head closer to your aching core.

" Ohh" you sighed.

Out of nowhere you felt his long fingers slide between your slick folds. You looked down and his eyes were closed as he licked you. He was just about to put his fingers in you when you asked him to stop.

He pulled his mouth away. His lips and chin glistened with your juices. You took your leg off of his shoulder and laid down. You spread your large thighs inviting him in.

" I don't want my first time to be with your fingers my king."

Loki was surprised by this. He had no idea you were not spoiled. He wouldn't have cared if you were. He loved you regardless of the fact. But now he had to be gentle. And that was something he did not expect to do. He pulled off his bottoms revealing his length. It was long and thick and looked angry. Your body called to him. Your breast begged to be in his mouth. Your core aches with something fierce. He came and hovered over you. His member rested on your pelvis as he dipped down to kiss you. After a minute he couldn't handle not being in you for a moment more. He guided himself up and down your soaked lips collecting some of your wetness. Once he was covered he slid his tip in you.

You gasped at the wonderful stretch he provided. He went slow at first just to give you time to adjust. Your velvety warm wet walls hugged him so tightly that he groaned. Once he was fully in, he thrust in hard. Causing a deafening moan in your ears.

"FUCK!" He growled.

You clawed at his back as he hissed at the broken skin. His pace picked up as he did his best to hit the pillowy spot deep inside you. Your hips jerked as he did. Painful pleasure filled your core. As his thrusts became sloppy and fast. A burning feeling overwhelmed you. It felt as if you had a full bladder and he was bruising something inside of you. Your release came quickly and hard. You were blinded by ecstasy. You were thoughtless and breathless. Then you felt Loki's body stiffened above you as his release filled you. His pumping was shallow and quick until he finished. His breathing matched yours. Your body shook and your legs felt like jelly. You winced when he pulled himself from you.

You both laid there in complete awe. Then you giggled.

" What is it my queen."

" I umm" you swallowed. " I had my doubts about you being a god. But...you are most definitely a god."

Loki chuckled. " No I think you are the one who's a goddess."

You turned to lay on your side to look at him. " Husband."

Loki looked at you and lifted a brow with a sly smile on his lips. " Ready again my dear?"

You nodded as he got up to kiss you.

"My lovely queen. I am yours to do with as you please."

...

Months went on like this. Making love all hours of the night and day. You had wanted nothing more than to be in your loves embrace. Until a few nights went by and you were starting to feel home sick. Your happiness turned to sadness when you were bested by the overwhelming need to see Margery. Loki noticed your withdrawal and decided to invite Margery to live in Asgard.

So one night you returned to Wintefell to gather Margery and her things. She had been expecting you so you walked right into her home. Loki had stayed behind to set up Margery's new living arrangements. When you entered you were shocked to find Koner in the den. He stood up immediately and bowed.

" Where's Margery?"

" I uhh...she's in her bed chambers."

" Right." You said as you passed him.

" My love, is it true? Are you married?"

You turned to see tears in his eyes. " Yes Koner. I am."

" Why? Why did you marry that...that thing?"

" What business is it of yours? Do you not have a child of your own coming soon?"

He stammered. " I-I...yes."

" Very well then. Congratulations. May your child be happy and healthy." You said turning back.

" My love please."

" Koner I am no longer your love. I haven't been for some time now."

He wept. "I know. And I am so sorry for destroying our love."

" I am too." You said turning back to him

He wiped away his tears. " I would do anything to hold you again. Just one last time."

" I....I'm sorry. I cannot."

" Please love. I know I have lost you. And i am truly regretful for my actions. I do not wish to hurt you anymore than I already have. I just would like to hug my friend and wish her a long happy marriage."

You were silent for a while. Only the crackle of the fire filled the room. The glow from it danced across your beautiful face. You looked so angelic to him. His love. His darling. No longer his.

" Very well then." Your voice was just above a whisper.

Koner came to you slowly. He hugged you tightly as tears fell from his eyes into your hair.

" I will never forgive myself for what I have done. You will always be in my heart...thank you for loving me the way you did. I will miss you." He whispered in your ear.

You held him breathing in his scent. That's when you felt a movement in your stomach. He felt it too and pulled back looking down at you. His heart broke all over again when he realized you had a small bump.

" Your..."

"Yes. I am."

"I-I..."

You pulled away from his reach. "I have yet to tell anyone. Please don't say anything. I want to be the one who tells Loki."

He broke your gaze and stared off. You were really gone now. Margery emerged from the corridor.

" I'm ready. Did you say your goodbyes Koner?"

" Y-yes." He wiped his tears away. " I must be going.... goodbye you two. May the 7 bless you."

He left in a hurry and you held your tummy. "Let's go Margery. My husband awaits."

...

Once back in Asgard you were in bed waiting for Loki to return from a meeting with Thor and his father. When he entered his smile reached from ear to ear.

" My queen. You're back so soon."

" Yes my king. I could not be away from you for too long.

You sat quietly as he undressed and laid down.

" My dear husband. I have a surprise."

He smiled and placed a hand on your little bump. " I was waiting for you to tell me."

" You know?"

" of course. I know everything about you. And I am so happy."

You leaned to kiss him. " I am too."

...

Koner left you that night cursing the world for all the hurt and sorrow he felt. But he knew he was the only one to blame for this. He felt sadness and just a touch of happiness for you. You were finally the woman you were always meant to be. You were happy and that's all he ever wanted you to be. He wasn't looking forward to a life without you. And he would truly regret having lost the love of his life. But you were gone now and you were never going to return. He promised to love you until his dying day.

He married the lady Mary and she did have a child. However the child was not his. Blonde hair and blue eyes boy. He chose to accept this life and love the child as his own. Years had passed and the lady Mary had died of the black death. He was alone raising a 9 year old boy. He wished that he was the one who died. He had grown to love Mary but it could never compare to the love he had for you.

One morning there was word of a visitor from Asgard. Koner chased his son to see who the new arrival was. He saw a beautiful child around the same age as his son. She had pale skin and beautiful green eyes. Her hair was long and black. It resembled silk. A familiar face appeared behind her. Margery looked as if the years never passed her.

" Father who is that beautiful girl?"

" I...I don't know son."

He stood there as Margery led the darling girl away. Then he saw a woman in a flowing green dress. With a black and green cloak on. When you turned you met his gaze and smiled. You looked as beautiful as the day he met you. Time seemed to stop for you as well. Not one wrinkle in sight. He saw you call after the young lady and the child came and held your hand. You and her went to Koner and his boy.

" Hello Koner. It's been so long. You look well."

" I-I. You look...wow."

You giggled making his heart full. " I am sorry. Where are my manners? This is my daughter Lillian."

" uhh nice to meet you. I am Koner. And this is my son. Henry."

" Nice to meet you Lillian. Can I call you Lilly?" Henry asked.

" umm yes you may." Lilly smiled.

You and Koner couldn't keep your eyes off each other. You let Henry give Lilly a tour of Wintefell as you and Koner strolled through the gardens.

" Are you just visiting?"

"No. We have come to live here."

" And what of Loki?"

You sighed and walked slower than before. " He was taken from us 2 years ago by a monster known as Thanos."

" I am so sorry to hear that."

" It is fine he died in battle. So he will be in Valhalla with his father."

" Valhalla?"

" Yes. It is a place where the gods go when they die."

" I see."

You guys walked quietly for a while until you stopped at a weirwood tree.

" You're son...is umm...he doesn't look like you does he?"

Koner chuckled. " No. But he is still my boy."

" Of course he is. I'm sorry to hear of his mother."

" Thank you."

" Do you remember when we were to marrying under this very tree?" You smiled looking up at the weirwood

" I do." He started at you.

" It seems so long ago."

" Yes. It has been."

You looked at him. His beautiful brown eyes that you truly did love staring right into your soul.

" Maybe our children will marry someday under this tree."

Koner smiled. " Maybe."

...

#fanfic #koner x y/n #koner x plus size reader #koner x reader #koner got #koner game of thrones #loki of asgard #loki x reader #loki x plus size reader #loki x pregnant reader

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mypoisonedvine · 1 year ago

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🖊️ - Lost in the Woods? I really really love the way you write dark fics hehe

ooh, this fic was absolutely one of my darkest ever, I think. I put all my worst kinks in there and just let 'er rip. it's a doozy. poor reader

I was in near-constant communication with @quinnsmunson @mustyrosewater and @mittos as I wrote this one and they heavily influenced it. jezzy specifically requested the line where koner mentions the reader's braids and tugs them, and as soon as they said it I loved it! it was a really fun way to describe her appearance/style while also being inclusive to most hair types (I think pretty much anyone can wear braids...)

I loved writing koner's demeaning, snarky attitude; and for the like 2 seconds of content he actually has, it's pretty accurate. the way he and henk basically make fun of and terrify her for so long was... obviously fucked up but super fun to write

I expected more hate because at this point, almost no koner content existed and I can very much understand if someone's desperate for content and the only option is something they consider morally reprehensible, they're gonna be mad lmao but thankfully I don't remember anybody getting too upset... I mean I could not have spelled it out more clearly in the warnings

I know for sure this one had some alternate scenes/endings, including possibly anal, but I decided not to go there and leave it at the insane filth it already was. I also remember having a hard time keeping track of the positions everyone was in. that's something you don't realize about writing smut, how annoying it is to keep track of free hands and who's on top and what they're wearing. in this case, I know the location of koner's knife was a pain to keep tabs on... but i think it all worked out lmao

but the changing positions thing, i remember trying to pick if she should be face down or face up and having to take the issue to committee, and this is the response I got...

so I ended up splitting the difference and doing both, it made it take even longer to finish but it was worth it I think! SORRY FOR POSTING SCREENSHOTS MY LOVES LMAO

and what I said about it being my darkest ever? yeah, well, it'll be dethroned handily if I ever finish my steddie x reader wip, let's just say that...

#30k sleepover #🖋️ fic behind the scenes

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babybluebex · 2 years ago

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𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 | 𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a year after you’re forced away from your beloved koner, your sister comes to visit your new home, and you’re overjoyed to find that koner is coming with her. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: koner (game of thrones) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: smut (MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, p in v sex, pet names), infidelity (reader is married), possessive koner my beloved 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: so many people were asking for a sequel to this, so here it is! i had a great time writing this, and i made it a little longer for all of you kiss kiss hehe also don't say i didn't warn you about the cliffhanger / follow @cremebruhleewrites to be tagged in all of my new stories!

You hadn’t really been paying attention to your husband that morning. You largely ignored him at breakfast— beautiful as he was, he was always in a foul mood first thing in the morning, and leaving him alone was usually the best course of action until he decided to be amiable (usually after his first glass of ale, had with the cured meat and porridge breakfast)— but, that morning, he said something to you that made your eyes flick up to James across the table.

Your husband, the regal prince named James, was going through all of his letters that he had delivered to him every morning, weeding out the important things and things that needed action that day, and he was presently confronted by a short correspondence that held your maiden family’s seal on the broken wax. “What?” you asked. You misheard him when he spoke just now; you had to have.

“Several members of your family are coming to visit,” James repeated himself. He looked at the pages of parchment in front of him, flicking his blue eyes up to look at you for your odd reaction. His eyebrows furrowed at you, but he turned back to his pages. “Your sister and her handmaidens, and two guards.”

Guards. There was no chance, not even the smallest possibility that Koner was one of them. Unless…? “Which guards?” you asked. "Does it say?"

James set down the pages onto the wooden table, and he tilted his head curiously. “Why do you ask?” he said.

You shrugged, trying to play off your surprise and dampen the racing of your heart. “Some of our guards were… Less than optimal,” you said, inventing a reason on the spot. “Fools, some of them were, actually. I want to know who'll be protecting my sister.”

James turned his attention to the pages, squinting his eyes to read the script, and he said, “Henk… And Koner.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the rush of blood in your ears. Koner was coming. You were going to see your love again. When you were first married to James, you had tried to keep up correspondence with Koner, but it became harder and harder to keep your letters a secret, and eventually you both agreed that, while it was heartbreaking, it was better to quit. You kept all of his letters, written in his scratchy, hardly-trained hand, in your private trunk in your personal chambers, and, sometimes, if the heartache was enough, you would tug them out and read them by candlelight. Sometimes, sitting on your floor as James slept, reading those letters, it felt like Koner was right next to you.

“Are they the incompetent sort?” James asked. “Henk and Koner?”

You cleared your throat and refocused on your breakfast, trying to set the air around you as cool and nonchalant, even though you wanted nothing more than to jump out of your seat and wait at the gates of the castle for their arrival. “Yes,” you replied. “They are. They’re good men, just maybe not good soldiers.”

James regarded you as you continued your meal, and you hoped that he wouldn’t see through you and to the truth. You were never exactly the best at keeping secrets, and even keeping the secret of the letters was taxing to you. You were terrified that James could tell that you had ulterior motives and would have your head for your infidelity. “Should I write back and tell them to bring different guards?” James asked. “I don’t want incompetent guards spoiling you and your sister’s time together.”

“Oh, no,” you shook your head quickly and wiped your mouth on your napkin, if for nothing else than to give your hands something to do other than tremor and give you away. “I’m sure they’ve already started the journey, there’s no use in diverting their whole course just to return home and bring different guards. I’m sure I’ll hardly ever see them, it’s no bother.”

James nodded slowly and set down the parchment, and he slid his chair out from the table and approached you. You watched him as he stepped closer until he was right on you, and you carefully said, “May I help you?”

“Only looking at you,” James said softly, and he reached out to touch his thumb to your bottom lip. James, in all honesty, wasn’t a bad husband. He was dutiful and kind to you, and, even though he had a mean streak when it came to others, he had only shown rage to you a handful of times. He never laid a hand on you and he always apologized after outbursts, and you grew to like him. But you could never love him.

There was never any hope of you falling in love with the prince— no, your heart was reserved for the guard at Winterfell. James was not your Koner; he was the exact opposite, long light hair and blue eyes to your Koner’s dark curly hair and blackish-brown eyes. He was loud when Koner was quiet, flamboyant where Koner was reserved. The only saving grace was that he adored you in the same fashion that Koner did; that is to say, wholly and completely. To James, you were the salt of the earth, the best woman he had ever met.

“You’re so beautiful,” James hummed softly, and he molded his palm to your cheek. In an instant, he was leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, and you kissed him back, knowing he would insist you do. Your kisses never went further than that, though; you made sure of it.

You knew that you couldn’t bear the thought of giving yourself to a man other than Koner, and, from the very first day you met James, the very day after your last night with Koner, you had made it clear to your new husband how much you valued your virtue. You could still feel Koner’s cum drying on your inner thighs as you quietly explained how important chastity was to you, and James had nodded along and said, “Whatever pleases you, my Lady.”

Since the marriage was both arranged and political, there was no ceremony, just a formal meeting in the great hall of your Winterfell home, but James had insisted on at least kissing you. Across the room, you could see Koner’s heavy gaze on you, and you carefully kissed James to seal the marriage; no sooner had you broken the kiss did you see the swish of Koner’s cloak disappear out into the corridor.

Even in his letters, Koner was bitter. He cursed at the gods for taking you away from him, and he vowed that, if he ever had you in his arms again, he would do everything in his power to keep you. You’re my girl, he wrote; the ink was still smudged from his tears. And I’ll do whatever it takes to bring you back into my arms.

“You’re quite handsome yourself,” you giggled into the kiss, and James sighed, satisfied and placated for the time being. “I love you, my husband.”

“I love you more, my wife,” James said. “I have duties to attend to today; you’ll be alright by yourself?”

“Oh, of course,” you told him. “I want to oversee the maids and make sure Sansa’s quarters are to her liking.”

“Good, good,” James mumbled, patting your shoulder. “My dear girl… I’ll see you at supper.”

The day passed torturously slowly. The party from Winterfell was expected to arrive only the next evening, which left the castle in quite a hustle and bustle to prepare. Of course, everyone was more concerned with the imminent arrival of your sister than that of the guards or handmaidens, and you watched as care was taken to fluff the pillows in a spare chamber and lay out linens for her.

You slipped away from that work, though, traveling far down into the castle to the servants’ quarters, where you knew Henk and Koner would be sleeping during the visit. Everyone there regarded you with quiet confusion that you were used to— the princess down here? What was she doing?— and you checked the small room where you assumed the two men would be. Their beds were flat, hardly more than planks of wood with threadbare blankets on them, the pillows hard slabs of fabric.

You sat down on one of the beds and flattened your hands across it, imagining what your Koner would look like as he laid there. It had only been a year, but a lot could change about a person in a year. It was nerve-wracking to you to even consider that, since ending your correspondence with him, maybe he didn’t love you anymore. Maybe he wouldn’t care for you the same way he used to when he was fucking you. The thought made your heart ache, and you clutched the pillow to your chest and let tears fall.

Sleeping next to James that night was difficult. Your dreams were thin and watery and, whenever you awoke, which seemed to be every hour or so, your brain tricked you into thinking that your dear husband was your lover. Finally, you gave up on sleep and tried to work through the steps of the next night: first, there would be a feast to greet Sansa, one that you hoped you would be able to convince James to allow Henk and Koner to be at, although you doubted you would succeed. Then, as clear as day, you imagined slipping a note into Koner’s hand; it would specify which chamber was your private chambers, the ones that James hardly ever entered, especially without some forewarning, and it would instruct him to meet you there once midnight struck. Just like old times, the note would read.

The next day was the worst yet. Nervously, you had selected your dress and gotten ready for your sister’s arrival in the morning, and you sat by the window in your gown of silver silk to match your maiden family’s crest. Your hair had been done perfectly, your skin lathered in perfumes and soft oils, and you anxiously tried to preoccupy yourself with a novel. But your hands shook too much to turn the pages, and your heart was racing so fast that you thought you might vomit it up, and you abandoned your book quickly in favor of staring out the window and watching the snow-laden ground of any sign on the party.

Finally, just as the smells of the feast began to waft through the halls of the castle, you spotted them, very far away, a dot of grey against the snow. You yelped in surprise and picked up your skirts to run to the entrance of the castle, where James and his father already were stationed. “My love, you’re panting,” James chuckled as you skidded to a stop beside him, pressing his hands to your cheeks. “And your skin is fire; are you that excited to see your sister?”

“Oh, yes!” you cried. “Thank you for letting them visit! It means the world to me!”

“Anything for you, princess,” James said, and he nestled a kiss on your cheek. “You had started to look glum, I figured a visit from your sister might cheer you up.”

James would never know that he was the cause of your gloomy mood, but he didn’t need to know. You stood, waiting for the horses and carriage to enter the grounds, and you felt faint as you watched the horses enter first. There were two, one for each guard, and your eyes locked on your lover in an instant. Oh, what a sight for sore eyes. He wore his cloak and cowl, his hands hidden by gloves, his sword hanging at his side. He held the reins of his horse deftly, steering it close to you and James, and you took a deep breath as he pulled himself from the saddle.

“My Lady,” Koner said, softly and respectfully, and he knelt in front of you as he bowed his head. Your hands shook terribly by your sides as he stood back to his full height, and a small smile passed his lips. “Winterfell has been missing your presence, my Lady.”

“I’ve missed my Winterfell as well,” you told him. It took all of your self control not to pull him in and kiss him immediately, and you smiled as Koner did, his sideways grin making your blood run hot. Then, remembering your husband beside you, you turned to James. “James, my love, this is Koner, one of Winterfell’s best guards. We’ve known each other since I was first brought to Winterfell when we were children.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” James said, and he reached out and shook Koner’s hand firmly. “It’s odd; my wife’s never mentioned you.”

“We-We weren’t close, exactly,” Koner stammered, his face flushing pink. You wanted to reprimand James for his comment then and there, but you knew that it would be in poor taste to do so, so you had to wait until you had a moment alone. “We knew each other from afar. A guard hardly has reason to cross paths with a princess.”

“Yes,” James said, and he squeezed Koner’s hand before letting go. “But I’m glad that your presence brings such a smile to her face. Look at her, isn’t she just gorgeous when she smiles?”

Koner’s eyes flicked to you, and you furrowed your eyebrows and lightly hissed at your husband. “James,” you mumbled.

“He’s right, my Lady,” Koner said, and you watched color invade his already-rosy cheeks. “You are rather pretty.”

“That’s quite enough,” a fourth voice said, and you turned to see your sister stepping out of the carriage, all shocks of red hair and elegance that you felt you hadn’t been given. “Remember your place, guard.”

Koner nodded and took a step back, and you plastered a tight smile on your face as you opened your arms for Sansa. “Sister,” you said fondly, and Sansa came and carefully hugged you, acting almost as if she didn’t want to actually hug you. “You look well.”

“The carriage ride was hell,” Sansa said. “But no matter. We're here now.”

“Sansa, this is my husband, James,” you said, and your husband took your sister’s hand and carefully kissed her fingers. “James, my sister, Sansa.”

“Pleased to finally meet you,” James said charmingly, his dazzling smile on full display. “Your sister has told me stories about you.”

“Flattering stories, I hope,” Sansa said smoothly, and you smiled.

“Only the unflattering ones,” you told her, and a tight, unamused smile crossed Sansa’s face; it seemed as if she already liked James much more than she ever liked you. “Don’t you know me at all, sister?”

“Please, come,” James said, still holding Sansa’s hand, tearing the attention away from you. “A feast awaits.”

You watched your husband lead your sister inside the castle, the two already lost in their own conversation, and you turned back to Koner for just a moment, just to look at him. He still looked a bit down from being reprimanded, but, when your eyes met his, a smile passed his face. “Those two’ll be occupied, eh?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

Carefully, you stretched your hand out to him. The sleeve of your dress obscured the better part of your hand, and it hid your thumb that was tucked to your palm, holding the note for him. “You haven’t kissed my hand,” you told him. “How will you show your loyalty if not by kissing my hand?”

“Forgive the misstep, my Lady,” Koner said, and he took a gentle hold on your fingers before he raised the flat of your hand to his lips. Despite the coldness, his mouth was warm against your knuckles, and you were thankful when his fingers itched in your palm, dragging the note into his own hand. His hand clenched into a fist as he settled it by his side, and he dropped his head to you in a bow. “It’s truly nice to see you, my Lady,” he told you. “Winterfell isn’t the same without you.”

Even though people were still milling around, you took a chance to be bold, and you said, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Koner said. “Girl.”

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” James asked, smoothing your hair down with one big hand. He was a devoted husband, you had to give him that. During dinner, you had succeeded in feigning sick, saying that the day’s excitement was too much and that you felt ill, and, although it seemed a bit melodramatic, you stumbled and fell into your husband’s arms to really secure the deal. James was quick to bring you to your private chambers, per your mumbled and gasped requests, and he stood at the door as your handmaidens loosened your corset and took you down to your shift.

“Yes, my love,” you whispered weakly. “I’ll be perfectly alright. I think I’m just exhausted from today.”

“It was a big day for you,” James conceded. “You miss Winterfell terribly, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you admitted. “But hopefully this small slice of home will fix my aching heart. Please, though, don’t let me keep you from the night. You and Sansa seem to be getting on well; go speak to her.”

“Darling—”

“Go, Jamie,” you urged him firmly. You knew how much he liked the little nickname you had given him, and he melted under your gaze. “Have fun.”

“I will,” James told you, and you blew him a kiss as he crossed the room. “I love you, my darling.”

“I love you more,” you told him, and you settled back into your pillows and blankets as James left, shutting the door behind him. You never slept in your private chambers and were in fact quite unfamiliar with them, but you sat up and carefully crept out of bed all the same. Your heart thudded inside your ribcage as you settled by the window and waited for Koner.

Your anxieties returned the further in the sky the moon went. Did he still love you? Did he want anything to do with you? You almost wanted to cry, considering it. The longer you waited, the louder the thoughts grew in your head, and you wiped away a stray tear as you sighed. He would come. Your small, unassuming banter at the castle entrance was enough proof to you that he would come. After all, he had kissed your hand, just like how he used to, his eyes focused up on your face instead of closed, and he had taken the note.

Then, came three solid knocks on the thick wooden door. Your heart jumped into your throat as you whirled to face the door, and, in the candlelight, you watched the door open just a crack. A quiet whisper reached your ears as well, a Northern accent whispering out, “Girl?”

“Yes!” you gasped, standing as the door opened fully. Koner was quick to slip inside and shut the door behind him, and he stood still for a moment, his chest heaving as he watched you.

“Is this a dream?” he asked softly. He took a step closer, hesitantly, as if he were afraid of making the wrong move, but you had him beat. You raced across your chambers to him, and you threw yourself into his arms. The cold of his leather armor bit through your thin shift and singed your skin, but he was so strong and warm that you didn’t care about it. His arms met your body firmly, holding you around the waist and digging hard into your hips and side, and he buried his face in your neck as he lifted you from the ground with the might of his embrace.

“Koner!” you whimpered, clutching at his armor. You were quick to shove the stupid cowl off of his head and expose his curls, and your eyes went all watery when you saw how long his hair had gotten. It was only slightly longer than the last time you saw him, now curling around his ears in caramel waves, but it was a change. Time had passed, hearts had broken, but he was here with you.

“My girl,” Koner gasped. “Let me look at you.” He set you back on the ground and his hands, still gloved, captured your face, and he sniffled lightly as his eyes greedily examined your cheeks and forehead and nose and eyes, every bit of your face that he could see. “Oh my Gods, how I’ve missed gazing upon your face.”

“I’ve missed you so much,” you sobbed, smoothing down his curls. “Your hair, it’s so—”

“I look like a mangy dog,” Koner said, and you shook your head quickly.

“Not even in the slightest,” you told him. “You’re so handsome. Just as handsome as the day I lost you.”

“I am so glad to see you,” Koner said. “I can’t help myself, I need to…” He trailed off, and he leaned down to kiss you. His lips against yours were familiar yet foreign, your lips having the faintest memory of him, and you cried into the kiss before you threw your arms around his neck and tugged him closer to you. You had missed him so terribly, but everything was alright now. He was here, if only for a week’s time. A week was better than a full lifetime without him ever again.

“I love you,” you told him. “I love you so much, I missed you…”

“I love you too, girl,” Koner whispered. “I’ve never stopped, and I’ll never love another as I love you.”

You sniffled and mopped up your tears, and you beckoned him over to the bed, settling down with him. He took a moment to remove his armor and set it on the floor, just as he always used to, but he didn’t stop there, taking off his underthings to expose his warm skin to you. You followed his lead, ridding yourself of your shift, and you buried yourself deep in his arms, taking a deep breath of the smell of him. Gods, you had even missed the scent of his musk.

“You’re so soft,” Koner whispered, his hands smoothing down your legs and sides and arms. “I remembered you being soft, but not this… You’re being treated well here, then?”

“I am,” you said. “Hot baths with oils and perfumes and such. Treated like a princess.”

Koner scoffed at your poor joke, and he grabbed your face roughly and pulled you to kiss him again. This kiss was hungrier, his head tilted and his tongue lathing inside your mouth, and his hands grabbed hard at your ass and thighs. You moaned softly, a whine of a thing, and you tossed your leg over his and pulled yourself to sit across his hard, hairy thigh. “Just a princess?” he asked, breaking away for a moment. “Not a queen?”

“I’m not a queen,” you told him, chasing his lips for another hard kiss.

“I’d treat you like a queen,” Koner told you, his words floating on the air and into your mouth. “I’d treat you like a goddess.”

“You already—” you started, and you moaned softly when Koner’s skilled hand reached down and cupped your cunt, molding his palm to your skin. “You already do.”

“How’d you like to be my wife?” Koner asked. His fingers teased you, threatening to dip inside you any moment, and he smiled into the kiss, knowing exactly the effect he had on you.

“I’d love to be,” you told him. “There’s only the one problem: I’m already another man’s wife.”

“Fuck him,” Koner said. “You’re his wife by day, you’re mine by night.”

“That wouldn’t be enough for you,” you giggled. “You’re satisfied with me at night, but what happens when you want to fuck during the day?”

Koner paused, seeming playfully stumped, and he kissed you again. “My dearest girl,” he whispered. “As if that would stop me.”

“Maybe we can run away together,” you said. “To the countryside, and we can be together without anyone recognizing us. Then, you can fuck me all day if you wish.”

Koner gave a growling moan into your mouth, and he bit your bottom lip and tugged it out before he kissed you once more. “You have no idea how wonderful that sounds,” he said. “We should do it. We can run away during the night, my horse is here. We’ll be long gone before they even realize you’re missing.”

You moaned softly, but you broke the kiss. “Oh, but I can’t do that,” you sighed. “I have a duty here—”

“What duty?” Koner asked. “Your husband and Sansa seemed to get along, he can marry her once the rascal guard’s kidnapped you, then the alliance stands.”

“And that!” you said. “If we’re both missing, they’ll assume you kidnapped me, and then my father and James and James’s father will be out for your head.”

“Not if you left a note.”

“Koner,” you sighed. “I can’t. I know it upsets you, but I can’t just run away with you. I shouldn't have even brought it up.”

“I know,” Koner whispered. “But a man can dream, can’t he?”

“I suppose so,” you told him. “No harm in dreaming.”

“I thought I was dreaming when I heard that I’d be coming here to see you,” Koner said. “I asked to come, practically begged to be assigned to guard Sansa. They were hesitant to send me, but I’m glad I got through to them.”

“Me too,” you whispered, and you kissed him once more. His lips pressed against yours sweetly, still heavy with desire but gentle with love, and you touched his chest as his fingers finally slid past your flesh and inside you. It had been so long since you felt his touch— really, any touch, since you weren’t having sex with James— but the fact that it was Koner’s touch that ended your abstinence made your heart all but melt.

“Fuck,” Koner groaned against your lips. “Still so tight… I missed you.”

His fingers felt as good as you remembered, thick and warm inside you, and he slowly began to pump his fingers inside you. The drag of him was beautiful, and you moaned into his mouth as your hands came to anchor on his broad, tough shoulders.

“Just like that,” Koner whispered. He carefully rolled you to the bed, settling between your open legs as his fingers fucked you, and he lightly bit your lip as his fingers curled inside you to stroke that nerve that made your thighs quiver. “I remember this, I remember the way my girl likes it. You like it all sweet and slow, huh?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. “Fuck, Koner.”

“Oh, the mouth on you,” Koner chuckled. He buried his head in your neck and lightly kissed your skin, giving you just the sweetest kisses, not even letting his teeth catch you. You knew how badly he wanted to mark you, to prove that you were his and let everyone else know, and you cradled his head in your hand as Koner sighed. “You always did have such a foul mouth.”

“Some things never change,” you whispered.

“Thank the Gods for that,” Koner said. He pressed his tongue to your throat, just over the point where your blood thrummed under your skin, and he gave your soft skin a gentle suck. You shivered in his arms and moaned softly at the hot flash of pleasure that struck your belly, and your hips bucked up into his hand, his fingers still fucking you. “D’ya want more, girl? Is this not enough for you?”

“Not nearly,” you told him, your body writhing in his grip. “More, my love, more.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” Koner whispered into your wet skin. His breath fanned across the wetness, and you sank deeper into the bed as Koner pulled his fingers from you. You could hardly wait for him, and Koner chuckled as you wrapped your legs tight around his waist. “Greedy. I oughta make you beg for it.”

“You wouldn’t,” you giggled, and Koner cocked a dark eyebrow at you.

“I certainly can,” Koner said. “But I won’t. Even if I did, I’d cave in an instant and give you what you want before you could even finish your sentence.”

“You love me,” you teased him, and you smiled widely when Koner placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. His cock was half-hard, hanging thick between his legs, and you reached for it and carefully stroked his hot, soft skin. “You’d do anything for me.”

“I would, my love,” Koner told you. He bit his bottom lip as you squeezed your hand around the base of his cock. “I’d do whatever you want me to.”

“Kiss me,” you whispered, and Koner didn’t hesitate for a second before he sealed his lips to yours. His tongue claimed your mouth, his hands coming up to grab your face firmly, and you gasped at his roughness. “Fuck, Koner, my love. Fuck me, please.”

“I will, my girl, I will,” Koner whispered. “My girl… Fuck, open your legs wider.”

You did as he told you, squeezing your thighs tightly around your hips, and Koner looked down at you for a moment, admiring your fluttering cunt, before he conjured a mouthful of saliva and spit down onto you. You shivered again at the feeling of it, but Koner didn’t give you time to adjust to the feeling before he was plunging his hard cock into you.

Your back arched at the feeling of his thick cock splitting you, a feeling that you thought you’d never feel again. Your hands clamped down onto his shoulders and you whined at the sting that you had forgotten about, and Koner pouted his lips as he shushed you, carding his fingers soothingly through your hair. “I know,” he whispered. “It hurts, I know, I’m sorry, my girl.”

“I don’t care,” you gasped. “Fuck me.”

“Girl—”

“I appreciate that you care,” you started, pressing your fingernails threateningly into Koner’s skin. “But please, fuck me now and apologize later.”

“Gods,” Koner chuckled. His cock throbbed inside you, and a flush invaded his cheeks. “I love it when you get like this.”

“Desperate?” you asked, and Koner nodded. He pulled his hips back, pulling himself out all except the spongy head of his cock, and he carefully snapped his hips forward, back into you, and you moaned softly at the familiar pleasure.

“So desperate,” Koner whispered. “So needy for me. I nearly forgot what your moans sounded like.”

“I almost forgot how good you felt,” you told him, and Koner leaned down and stole a kiss before he repeated his movements, pulling out and spearing in.

“I never forgot how good you felt,” Koner said. “You’re the best cunt I’ve ever had.”

“Is that all I am to you?” you asked with a smile, and Koner chuckled. “Just a cunt to fuck?”

“Oh, yes,” Koner said, rolling his eyes. “Yes, the beautiful princess of Winterfell, all you are to me is a piece of meat I stick my cock in. All those times I said I’d marry you, it was just to make sure I could keep fucking you.”

“Dirty boy,” you said, and Koner touched his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

“I love you so much,” Koner replied, and you rolled your hips up to meet Koner’s. He buried himself fully inside you, his taut balls hitting your ass, and a shuddering moan passed through his body. “Please, darling, run away with me. We can be together, we can ride to King’s Landing and change our names and be together.”

“Koner,” you sighed. “I told you—”

“Then, lie,” Koner said through gritted teeth. You could see his eyes sparkling wetly with tears, and he fucked you as he sniffled. “Fucking lie to me. Fucking break my heart and lie to me and tell me how we can be together.”

Your heart flipped inside your chest and plummeted into your stomach, and you swallowed back tears as you touched your hand softly to his cheek. “We can do it,” you told him, hardly a whisper. “We can run away together to King’s Landing and change our names. We-We’ll live in a small house, just enough for the two of us, we’ll farm and do everything ourselves. We can do it, Koner. We can be together.”

“That sounds so good,” Koner whispered, fucking into you hard. He grabbed your hips and anchored himself there, and he fucked you quickly, almost like he was afraid you’d disappear before he was finished with you. Even though you were crying, your body still responded to him, and you moved with him, your body taking everything he gave you and giving back more. “Tell me how I’ll get to call you mine.”

“Of course you will,” you told him. “You can marry me, if you want that.”

“I do,” Koner said. “I never realized how much I wanted that until I couldn’t have it. Seeing you meet that man, it was too much for me.”

“I saw you leave the room,” you told him. Koner’s hips slowed to a gentle and slow pace, and his arms moved to envelop you tightly, pressing your chest to his. You could feel his heartbeat against your skin, quick like a rabbit’s, and you gently brushed a curl behind his ear. “Did it hurt that much?”

“I’ve loved you since I was a child,” Koner told you. “I always hoped that, maybe someday, it would be you that I married. But seeing you with him… At least tell me he treats you well. It would soothe my mind, knowing he treats you the way you deserve.”

“James is nice,” you said softly. “He has a temper, but—“

“Does he hurt you?” Koner asked, suddenly incensed. His eyes flickered dark for a moment, and he added, “Because I won’t hesitate to kill him now if he’s hurt you.”

“No, no,” you said quickly. “No, he’s perfectly nice to me.”

“Does he satisfy you?” Koner asked. “Does he fuck you better than me?”

“I wouldn’t know,” you told him, and confusion etched itself in Koner’s sweet face.

“Do you mean that he’s never brought you to finish?” Koner asked. “My Gods, what a lousy man.”

“No,” you began. “When I first met him, I did lead him astray; I lied to him, told him that I valued my virtue above all else. We’ve only ever made love once, on the night we got married, and only in order to consummate our marriage.”

“Why would you do that? Lie to him and all?” Koner asked. “He’s everything you should want, rich and handsome and a prince, why would you—“

“Because he’s not you,” you told him. Your hand returned to his face and you pulled him into a soft kiss as the bed creaked underneath you, and, against his mouth, you whispered, “Nobody can ever be you. I didn’t want to give myself to anyone else; I despise even kissing him, because I’d rather your lips be the only ones I know.”

“You’re perfect,” Koner whispered, and he sighed heavily as his fingers dug hard into your hips. You knew that he was likely leaving bruises in his wake, things you’d have to explain away to your husband as a side effect of the mysterious illness that sent you to bed in the first place, but you were glad to do it. “My perfect girl… Will I be allowed here every night of my visit?”

“Of course,” you whispered. Koner thrusted into you, and you gave a yelp as the head of his cock speared inside you hard. It didn’t hurt, but it certainly felt good enough for you to squeeze your legs around his waist and whimper out, “Koner!”

“Shh, darling,” Koner whispered. “I know. Are you close?”

The raging fire in your belly made you nod, and you tugged him down into a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth and hot breath. “Make me come,” you whispered, and Koner groaned deep in his chest as he grabbed at your flesh and held you tightly. “Do what James never did.”

“Fuck,” Koner groaned, and his hands traveled down to your thighs, holding you open for him as he fucked you. Every thrust was utter bliss, Koner laying his kisses on your mouth and neck every time, and you held him close and moaned softly in his ear. “Gods, your moans are gorgeous. How am I supposed to leave you after this?”

“You don’t have to,” you told him, and you moaned as his cock speared that spot inside you again. His thrusts were getting sloppy and wet, his belly quivering, his cheeks and chest red with exertion; he looked so beautiful that it made your heart hurt. “Just as long as you’re not here when my handmaidens come for me.”

“Just like the old days,” Koner laughed, and his eyebrows knit together tightly as your body shivered against his. “C’mon, girl, I know how close you are. Come for me.”

He was right; you were so close to your orgasm that you could taste it on your own tongue. Hot bolts of lightning flashes through your stomach and thighs and up into your brain, nearly freezing you as you laid in his arms, and your back arched as Koner’s skilled fingers touched that small nerve just above where he sank into you. You were so sensitive and so close already that a single touch was all it took, and you grabbed at his shoulders and the back of his neck to ground yourself as you came.

Your vision went white and hazy for a moment as the pleasure filled your body, and you sobbed out in ecstasy as your head fell back into the pillow. You could hear Koner shushing you under the dull rushing in your ears, and you dragged him back into another messy kiss as you panted. You had forgotten how good Koner made you feel, how hard he made you come, and you whimpered when he pulled himself away from your mouth. “Inside?” Koner asked softly, and you nodded, understanding his question. Yes, he could come inside you, as many times as he wanted. He could do whatever he wanted to you, and you would gladly let him.

“I love you,” Koner whispered, and he pushed himself deep inside you, earning him an overstimulated gasp from you. In an instant, he was squeezing his eyes shut, and his cock flexed inside you before he was spilling himself inside you, filling you with his sticky spend. You could never tire of the feeling, and you gasped and sighed as your cunt throbbed around him, milking him for every last drop. “Fuck, girl, I love you.”

“We should do it,” you started, talking senselessly. “We-We should run away together, you were right. We can go to King’s Landing, nobody will ever know who we are, a-and we can be together. We can leave tonight—”

“Hush, girl,” Koner whispered. His hand lightly touched your burning cheek, and he laid a gentle kiss on your lips. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“I’m not!” you insisted. “Let’s do it, just you and me. Please, Koner, you might be alright with me breaking your heart, but I’m not okay with you doing the same to me. Don’t break my heart, my love. Take me away from this.”

Koner bit his lip, as if he were actually considering it, but he shook his head. “Do you know how much trouble we’d get in if we were caught?” he asked.

“That’s what makes it fun,” you told him, and Koner scoffed.

“Who are you?” Koner asked. “And what have you done with my girl? What’s gotten into you? You know how dangerous this is—”

“But we can be together,” you said firmly. “Don’t tell me that you weren’t serious earlier.”

“I was,” Koner said. “I am. I want nothing more than to run away with you—”

“Then, what are you waiting for?” you asked, and you pulled him into a kiss. His arms held you close to him, his hand skating up your back to hold the back of your head, and you whispered, “Take me away.”

#koner got #koner x reader #koner smut #koner game of thrones #koner #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader smut #my writing

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babybluebex · 2 years ago

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𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your secret relationship with a winterfell guard is threatened when your father marries you off to another man, and you do everything you can to stay with koner and keep your love strong. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: koner (game of thrones) x fem!reader 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, p in v sex, creampie, cockwarming pet names, slight breeding kink if you squint) lots of crying, adopted!stark reader, mentions of arranged marriage, possessiveness, infidelity (reader is married in later parts), mentions of blood, anxiety attack, original characters 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: so yeah. i’m so sorry, but this story is discontinued. i don’t have much to say other than inspiration ran out. sorry.

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#my writing #koner game of thrones #koner got #koner x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #koner smut #*my writing

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heresathreebee · 2 years ago

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Koner: oh no! You're a scary woman! And you're holding me down?! Oh the fear!

No, please, don't slap me or show me your boobs! Do you want me to spread my legs? Can I make you more comfortable while you ride my dick? I mean WOE IS ME

𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖙 | koner x dark!wildling!reader

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 | a journey to the outskirts of winterfell in search of valuables to plunder led you to take something from a lone guard in the forest— something you can't sell or trade.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 | over 4k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 | smut (NONCON/DUBCON, reader forces koner not the other way around!), knife kink, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, degradation, dom!reader and sub(ish)!koner, koner getting nonconned but also being kinda into it (actually, very into it), sort of implied inexperienced koner

a/n - you do not need to have seen game of thrones to read this, I wrote it without seeing it! the only context you'll need is that wildlings are nomadic people who live north of 'the wall' (big ass block of ice) without being ruled by any kingdoms

You stalked closer and closer to your prey, carefully laying each step on the forest floor so as not to be heard. It took a great deal of stealthiness to walk softly on crunchy wet snow like this, but that posed little trouble for you: you had to hunt like this every day, to eat.

But today, you weren’t hunting for a meal— not even for furs. You had your sights on a guard of Winterfell.

It was his own fault for straying so far from his post; sure, you were far from where you were meant to be as well, but the life of a wildling sometimes required raiding down South so you could gather resources not available in your usual turf. You hadn’t expected to encounter anyone this far from your destination, but you heard him a few metres back— he was talking to himself, the dolt. Humming occasionally as well, then complaining that he couldn’t get the blasted song out of his head.

For a minute, you watched him, wondering if he’d ever turn so you could see his face— his whole head was covered with a black cowl, so you couldn’t see any of him. Which was better, obviously, because it meant he wouldn’t see you, either; but then again, he seemed to be off in his own world anyways, and you were much better camouflaged than him in that black leather. After a while, he began to kick rocks around to entertain himself, once squatting to scoop up some snow and pat it into a ball in his gloved hands; which at once he tossed and watched explode against a tree with a snort of delight. You scoffed to yourself— these guards were more and more daft each time you came here.

Your eyes glanced at the ground around you, behind this tree you’d ducked beside once you heard the guard nearby. There was a decently-sized rock, you could probably club him over the head with it and be done, but that sounded a little too easy for your tastes. Plus, you had this fabulous dagger you’d stolen last time you ventured this far South… maybe you could use it to cut his armour off of him to take for yourself.

You only had to wait a second longer for the right moment: you stood up and dashed forward. He didn't hear you coming until it was far too late— he hadn't even turned around enough to see you before you were on him.

He yelped pathetically— more like a screech, really— as you tackled him; his cowl came off in the struggle, revealing dirty-blonde curls cropped short against his head. He put up a bit of a fight, and though he was strong enough his balance was poor; he toppled over as you found a tight grip on his wrists so he couldn’t swing his fists at you anymore.

As soon as you had the guard pinned to the ground under you, your dagger was against his throat. One swipe and his blood would pour from his neck and soak into the earth.

But it was his neck that made you hesitate: you looked at his face, something you usually disliked to do until after they were dead. His pale, soft skin made you realise how young he must be; his face gave away even more.

The poor thing was terrified, understandably. There was no defiance or disgust on his face, only terror as he shut his eyes tight and swallowed nervously under the pressure of your blade. He couldn't have been older than twenty-five, probably even younger, and he looked the opposite of battle-hardened as he laid here beneath you, bracing for death.

Eventually noticing your hesitation, he carefully opened one of his eyes and looked up at you with it. Then they both opened wide, as if reacting to something— and you didn't know what, until his head turned slightly and his eyes drifted to your hair. "You're—" he realised, but you bared your teeth and pressed your blade harder against his neck to shut him up.

Of course a Winterfell guard would be so perplexed to be overpowered by a woman. Their tiny little brains couldn't comprehend such a thing, and their tiny little dicks—

You knitted your eyebrows together, feeling something under your rear as you sat on him; when you shifted slightly, he whimpered, his mouth falling open for a moment. You ever-so-slightly relaxed your dagger-wielding hand, though the other that gripped his wrist above his head held on tighter. A shudder jumped up your back when you were forced to realise what you were feeling as you straddled his lap.

Well, it wasn't tiny…

His expression softened, and you didn't like how comfortable he was getting; snarling, you pushed the steel blade harder against his throat again, making him gasp and tilt his head back. "I can't imagine how you can be aroused in a time like this," you scolded him.

"S-sorry…" he whispered, his voice weak and shaky.

"About to die and all you can manage to do is let your cock swell against my arse?" you hissed.

"It's not on purpose," he defended, "but you— you're on top of me and y-you're… I'm only a man."

"A man? Your face is soft and smooth, like a little boy," you noticed as you lightly dragged your dagger across his jaw, "and you scream like a little girl. Is that what passes for a man on this side of the wall?"

Your insults didn't seem to deter the erection under you, actually you swore you could almost feel it throb. "Is this what women are like on your side of the wall?" the guard asked quietly. "Ruthless killers?"

You smiled proudly, though he probably saw the sharp grin of a predator. "Something like that," you agreed, "though none as fearsome as me. Haven't you heard the stories of wildling women?"

He swallowed again, throat bobbing. "O-one or two…"

You were pleased because you could tell exactly what kind of stories he'd heard. His mummy probably told him when he was a boy that if he was bad, the evil scary wildlings would snatch him up. "We're not soft and weak like your women here," you informed him.

"I can tell…" he mumbled.

You smirked proudly. "But I guess that doesn't bother you much, does it? You seem to like it, in fact."

He didn't answer, or nod, but you could tell by the way his massive brown eyes stared up at you that you were right. Well, that and the massive boner under your bum.

You carefully pulled at the string that kept his cape tied at his clavicle; you unbuckled the leather straps that held on his chestplate. “I’ll be taking this, if you don’t mind,” you decided with a proud smirk.

“Not sure it’ll fit you,” he warned, and you frowned.

“To sell, idiot.”

You tossed the armour aside, leaving him in only the thin wool shirt underneath— not much to protect from the chilly air, but then again, to you this weather was temperate.

Dragging your knife slowly down, you watched it slice through his tunic like butter. His breathing picked up, but he dared not let his chest or stomach move as he breathed; you saw him shaking a bit as you got a peek at his skin.

When the garment was split from the top to the bottom, you grabbed it and pushed it open at either side— and you laughed with a snort at the back of your throat when you gazed upon his exposed chest: all but completely hairless. "Pathetic," you spat, and he made a little face: kind of sad, kind of something else. "Men are men where I'm from."

"Women are ladies where I'm from," he talked back, and you stopped holding him down with one hand so you could slap him quickly across the face.

"Women are useless where you're from," you corrected, "and apparently, so are the men. If you could even be considered one."

As his cheek reddened from the slap, his cock jumped; you snickered proudly, moving your hips just barely so you could watch him choke on his whine.

It felt pleasantly thick, from what you could tell, and you liked the way he looked up at you when you moved. You probably wouldn't have thought twice about killing a young, pretty boy like this if it hadn't been so long since you felt any kind of touch… but for a while now, you'd had a natural instinct— a craving, even— for the sort of pleasure your own fingers just couldn't bring.

That was what inspired you to lift your hips and start to tug your thick wool trousers down your thighs.

"Oh, fuck," he mumbled, "are you— oh, is this really—?"

"Quiet," you ordered as you cut his trousers open, making him whimper for a second out of fear that your dagger would slip and he'd lose some important anatomy.

Once all the requisite garments were out of the way, you quickly spat onto the ends of your fingers, wiping it over yourself to make this just a bit easier. He sighed shakily when he saw you do it; even more when you gripped his shaft, guiding the thick head of him to your cunt.

You shut your eyes as you sank down slowly onto it, but you still heard him gasp and groan as your body took his in.

"O-oh!" he choked, and you felt a hand suddenly land on your thigh. Sneering, you grabbed it and held it down against the ground— still only halfway down the length of his cock. "You're so warm— you feel so—"

"Shut up," you hissed as you sat down in his lap, trying not to react to how deep he was inside you. It nearly made your stomach ache, the way his cock filled you up to the brim and curved right as it reached the end of you. It had been years since you felt a man in this way, and though you hated to admit it, none had ever felt quite like this.

"Fuck, fuck," he chanted, writhing under you. "Gods, aren't you gonna move?"

"Shut up," you demanded again, eyes shut and head tilting back, as you started to grind your hips.

"Oh gods," he moaned, hands balled up into fists just past where you held his wrists down. "You feel— fuck."

Every rock of your hips gave a nice rub to your clit, not to mention stirring the thick member inside you. The stretch of it was still a little sharp, but it got more comfortable over time.

"So fucking tight," the man under you hissed. "You're tighter than the women here, too."

"How would you fucking know?" you snapped, moving a little faster on top of him, and he groaned.

You found a pattern that you liked quickly, and soon the only sounds in the forest were your panting breaths, his pathetic moans, and the rustle of leaves under your knees as you moved.

He didn't offer much protest at first, but he started to struggle after a few minutes— uselessly, of course. You weren't sure why until he suddenly made his demand.

"Lay back," he suggested.

"No."

"I can pleasure you."

You only scoffed as your answer. It was much easier to take your own pleasure, and you'd never be fucked by someone like him, anyways. As if you would just lay in the dirt and spread your legs for a guard, so he could have his way and probably spill his load in seconds— only to leave you unsatisfied, of course.

"Please," he added eventually, and you grunted as you moved faster— trying to get this over with, so you wouldn't have to hear his whining anymore.

Ignoring him, you sighed as a pleasant feeling began to grow inside you: pleasant, but needy, spurring you to grind down on him harder and faster. The fat head of his cock brushed up against something deep in you and you gasped loudly.

"Y'like it, huh?" he taunted— you didn't even open your eyes to hit him across the face again, and he groaned.

You kept riding with heavy breaths, biting down on your lip as a moan threatened to come out; the snow under your knees had started to melt, soaking through the fur pants and wetting your skin, but you didn’t notice much or care. You’d found just the right angle to force his cock to rub that place that made your legs shake— so much that it was almost difficult to keep lifting yourself above him, and yet as the pleasure grew you were helpless to stop. You didn’t think you could stop now even if someone came upon you; guards rarely moved alone, he probably had a partner somewhere in the woods, and what would he think of finding his companion on the ground with a knife to his neck and a wildling woman riding his cock with reckless abandon?

You smirked to yourself; maybe he’d just appreciate the show, you decided. And then I could kill them both.

The heat built as you moved, gathering inside your furs and making them stick to your skin. The unpleasant clamminess made you groan as you reached up to undress yourself— just enough to get some breeze on your upper body.

As you untied the cords and let your chest become exposed to the evening air, you heard him groan happily. "Oh, fuck," he swore, hands struggling a bit more against your grip. You leaned forward to give your movements better leverage, but the unintended consequence was pushing your breasts right into his face.

You felt his mouth on you a second later, muffled moans around your stiffening nipples as he latched onto them. You scoffed but made no move to stop him. "You cry like a babe, you babble like a babe— now you suckle like one, too. Southern men are so strange."

"M'not Southern," he broke away from you as he moved from one nipple to the other, mumbling against your skin.

"South of the wall, you're a Southerner to me," you grinned, though your smile fell when his tongue flicked at the bud on your breast, a sharp jolt of pleasure running through you at the feeling. "Oh…"

You felt him smile around your skin and you sneered. You hadn't expected to give away that anything he did might bring you pleasure— you didn't want to give him any sort of power over you. But it did feel good to be touched this way, to feel his mouth somewhere you'd never had a mouth before… you'd never been this naked with a man before, the weather where you're from simply didn't permit it.

You switched from rocking your hips back and forth to bouncing them up and down, and he moaned loudly— he even started to try to move his own hips to meet yours, thrusting up into your warmth.

"Fuck fuck fuck," he repeated over and over. "So good— you feel so good… you're so beautiful…"

You hated the way his words made your inner walls tighten up, but nobody had ever called you that before. And it was the last thing expected him to say— you figured he thought you were a brute, a wild beast of a woman, and maybe he did… but apparently, that was sort of his thing. You scoffed to yourself to imagine this was his fantasy: a feral woman overpowers him in the night, takes what she wants, and disappears never to be seen again. Lucky for him, he'd accidentally fit right into one of your fantasies, though you'd never admit that you had any: defeating a man in combat and in doing so cause him to develop affections for you. The fact that he had a kind face and a big cock was just an added bonus.

“I— oh, I’ll— get off,” he instructed suddenly.

“I told you— fuck— to be quiet,” you groaned, moving faster as you chased that tight feeling building in your gut.

“Get off,” he warned again, “I’m going to— gods, I’m—!”

He never got a chance to say it, but it was obvious that he was coming inside you— you could feel his cock flexing inside you, and you chuckled as you realised how quickly he’d reached his ecstasy.

You were going to take a bit longer, of course, not as easily to please as a young guard who may as well have been a virgin; and since your pleasure was all you were here for, you didn't see any reason to stop— not even his protests. "Fuck, FUCK!" he yelped. "O-oh, oh gods, you're not— you— fuck!"

You barely paid any attention to it, nor to the way he shook under you as you kept riding him after he'd come already. As your walls dragged on every side of his sensitive and pulsing cock, he writhed weakly against your tight grasp on his wrists.

"Fuckfuckfuck— please, please, slow down," he sobbed.

"I'll slow down when I'm done," you offered, and he choked on a cry.

"Hurts, fuck, it hurts," he whimpered. "Ah fuck, fuck!"

"If it hurts so badly," you panted, "why are you still hard?"

He grunted through his teeth. "I don't know, I don't—"

Another slap shut him up quickly. It was supposed to be a rhetorical question.

You kept riding as he sobbed and whined, though you had to laugh to yourself when it only took a few more minutes for him to start trying to thrust up into you again.

"I— oh gods, I'll— I'm going to—" he tried to warn you, but it happened suddenly: his cock pulsed inside you and another few pumps of come, weaker than the last, dribbled inside you. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fought to lift himself but you kept him pinned there, watching the way he looked wrecked by a second orgasm without stopping since the first.

He cried weakly, and the overflowing come inside you made every movement sticky and squelching; it was disgusting, but for better or for worse, it turned you on. Feeling his cock flex right against your spot made your head fall back, and your own body started to shake and shiver. "Fuck," you hissed under your breath, your cunt gripping him tight in rhythmic pulses as your orgasm began.

He gurgled helplessly as your walls milked his cock of those last few drops of come, until finally the waves subsided and everything stilled.

For a minute, you were just panting— so was he— and letting the numb feeling pass you by.

When you were satisfied, finally, you lifted your hips and let his softening cock slip out, which made him sob pathetically. He hissed when he was finally free, and you stood up over him as you quickly pulled your trousers back up.

You stepped over him, turning away to adjust the furs over your shoulders, expecting to walk away any moment and never see him again. He, apparently, had different expectations.

"D-do you have to leave so quickly?" he wondered. "I thought we could talk."

You didn't answer, focused on covering your body again. He waited for a moment, apparently still hoping for a reply, before he got up and brushed the snow off himself.

"Can I at least know your name?"

"I must go,” you shook your head.

"You could take me with you!" he suggested eagerly.

You gave him an unimpressed glance. "You'd freeze in a minute past the wall, hairless and skinny as you are."

"Then stay here," he pleaded. "You'd make a pretty wife."

That made you stop what you were doing, and laugh. "Gods! Wife?! Are you mad?" you asked as you stared at him in bewilderment.

"A bit," he agreed with a smile. "I just never— I'd imagined—"

He stopped talking over himself and sighed, starting over again.

"Maybe a night, then," he suggested. "Just stay with me one night. The other guards won't find you if you're with me a-and if you'd like, we could fuck again."

You snorted. "Can you get it up again tonight?"

He hesitated. "I can at least try— I'm sure if you show me more of you I won't be able to help it. I-I barely even got to see you before…”

You watched his face as he looked down, brown eyes following his gloved hand as it traced down your chest over the thick furs that covered you.

"No, wait," he mumbled, “it couldn't just be one night— you can't go because what if… what if you're…"

His hand drifted to brush over your stomach. "Pregnant?" you realised what he meant. "I'm not too worried about that, virile men have beards."

"I have one," he frowned defensively, "I just shave it!"

You rolled your eyes. "It's better this way, regardless. I disappear and we forget this night. I have to return to my people and hope they won't find out somehow that I sullied myself with a Winterfell guard."

"They'll find out if you're pregnant."

"I'll tell them it was another traveller."

He seemed heartbroken enough to imagine you taking his hypothetical child without him, let alone that you would lie and forget the real father. Sighing, he pulled you closer by your hips and rested his forehead on yours. "Tell them the truth," he pleaded. "Tell them about the beautiful night we had in Winterfell—"

"Fucking on the ground, like animals— sobbing with a knife to your neck because I've gone past your limits— that's beautiful to you?"

"Yes," he whispered, "you're beautiful to me."

You smirked. “You know, I’m almost impressed. Not many men would consider me marriage material.”

“Most men are fools,” he shrugged.

“And you are the most foolish man I ever encountered,” you announced— but only when you said it aloud did you realise the opportunity you had before you. You looked up at him, and just that made his expression flood with hope. “You’d like me to stay, yes?”

He beamed widely; “Will you?”

You could already imagine it: all that armour, all those weapons and treasure, inside the walls of Winterfell. He was going to lead you right to it, for free— you could skip the sneaking and the hiding and just walk in the front gates, join him in his quarters, wait for him to fall asleep and take as much as you could carry. It was too easy. All you had to do was outrun the night watch, or kill them… neither would pose much trouble.

He was still talking, you realised suddenly; rambling about where he slept and how he’d make room for you there, that he could keep you company when he wasn’t on duty. “I think you’ll like it, not as cold here as you’re used to,” he continued, “a-and I know you said I’m mad, but… but maybe you would like to be my wife, someday. If I show you what it would be like, and I could—”

“Take me there,” you interrupted, and he looked down at your face with a sparkle in his eyes. “If you put back on your chestplate, you should be able to bring me as your prisoner— tell the other guards that you’re taking me to your quarters to, er, have your way with me.”

He blushed a little, probably wondering just as you were if they could possibly imagine that you had already had your way with him.

“And I’ll stay with you,” you offered, reaching up to touch his chest gingerly, “for a while.”

He looked at you like he was trying to suppress his excitement so he could seem more tough, but it wasn’t really working. “All right,” he agreed, and you started to walk away so you could both go— but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him. “Wait… kiss me first.”

“What for?”

His smile was gentle, if a little mischievous, as he stepped closer to you. “Because I’d like it,” he answered softly, reaching up to toy with a lock of your hair briefly. “Do your people even kiss?”

You’d be happy to kiss him if it made him stop asking stupid questions like that; so you did, putting your hand on his shoulder and leaning it, pressing your mouth to his. His lips were full and soft, and he sighed as he kissed you back— much more gentle and sweet than you expected him to kiss you, after all this.

You shouldn't have let it go on for so long, that was your fault, but it was actually quite nice; you weren't sure you'd ever been kissed quite like this. He was the one that broke away first, leaving you fighting the urge to chase his lips for more. He smiled at you gently, a glimmer in his eyes, as his thumb and finger held your chin. "Seems you'll make for a very willing prisoner, my wildling," he cooed.

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winter nights | koner pt. 2

SUMMARY : if the gods could toss a coin right now, you wish they’d wager on how your relationship with the winterfell soldier would be. will it be pure despair or contentment?

koner x fem! reader

masterlist, @fhrlclln, pt. 1

GENRE : nsfw/smut

WARNINGS : lil’ angst, overthinking, fluff, smut (oral sex; m!receiving, blowjobs, p in v, unprotected sex & rough sex)

WORD COUNT : 7,469

a/n: i was deciding if whether i should put the timeline in GOT s7 but i just went away with being after the timeline of GOT so it’s easier to make shit up hehe. Y’ALL SORRY FOR THE DELAY. kinda added smth hehe. but here ya go. i like the ending hehe <3

likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

the morning sun came by as quickly as you expected. your eyes slowly fluttered open to see the light coming from the shut window peeking in. the residual coldness was seeping in as you snuggled yourself back against the warm body hugging you from behind. a strong arm draped over your waist, locking you tight against his chest. the gentle beat of his heart thumping against your back. you could almost fall asleep again, wanting no more than to lay on this bed with him. alas though, the man behind you was stirring awake as his hips rubbed against your bare ass making you shift a bit at the sudden sensation of something hard poking underneath the furs. a thought escaping your soiled mind, a small smile formed on your lips as your hand went down, earning a sharp gasp from the man behind.

hence, the morning awakened with the bed squeaking.

“a-ah!” you huffed, hips bouncing without any shame. your hands clawed his shoulders as koner grunted at the crook of your neck, hands grabbing your soft bum, squeezing them as he guided your hips a bit in the rhythm. you were a minx, a damn nymph for stroking him until he awoke hot and bothered. and here you are, bouncing up his cock as you rode him into an orgasm. like last night wasn’t enough cock for you.

“i think i’ve soiled you, ey?” koner grunted, his usual shyness and awkwardness already gone. he’s had you so many times last night, waking up to rutting himself to you in the middle of the night, desperate to feel your cunt enveloping his cock again as he moaned out, focusing on you again. “seven gods, you’re a goddess sent to me. i don’t deserve you.”

“y-you do.” you manage to squeak it out making him chuckle despite the loud skin slapping. his grunts went louder as the squelch of your pussy juice slapped against his balls and his stomach, dripping down as he could feel himself wanting to rut up to cum inside finally. but he let you take the lead, liking the furrow on your forehead how serious you are to fuck yourself on his cock.

“i’m close.” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, panting against his ear as you rutted your hips ruthlessly. cock sliding in and out as your cunt clamped around him, your clit rubbing slight against his stomach as the familiar coil in your belly arose.

“go on, m’lady.” he urged, kneading the dough of your ass. you kissed him, the urgency taking over as you rode him harder, tits bouncing as he sucked the bottom of your lip making you whimper. “let it go, want to see you feel good around me’ cock.”

“y-yes!” you nodded as you slammed down. koner let out a soft moan as his balls tightened, he rutted up to help you as he could feel himself cumming as well. your belly snapped, your back arched as your rutted endlessly with your orgasm flooding your whole entire body. koner threw his head back as your cunt gripped him, making him slam himself up to the brim to fill your cunt up as he shoots his seed. you kissed his neck gently, the wonderful euphoria enveloping your body as you two rode down your highs. the coldness of the room replacing with warmth of each other’s body heat. all perfect for a morning fuck.

“i feel like my insides are full of you.” you sighed out, eyelids fluttering from the rigorous coupling. too fucked out to even cover yourself. he indeed filled you up to the brim, his remaining cum still inside you from last night mixed with the warm one, gushing out of you. you felt chummy as you laid back on the furs, whilst koner let out a chuckle, laying right next to you with his head propped on the pillows. admiring you so dearly.

“mhm. but you like it?” he teased, kissing your bare shoulder. you hummed, a smile forming lazily as he pulled you to his arms.

“maybe.” you grinned as he kissed your lips briefly again.

“liar.” he whispered to your lips as you giggled at his tactics. the day finally started as sounds of footsteps outside your door begun to arise from their beds. you can hear the familiar chatter down below and the sounds of horses coming from outside. your heart beats loudly as you were situated now in the bathtub, caressing your skin with a cloth as koner was on the bed, cleaning his armor and sword while you watched him with greedy eyes. shirtless with just his trousers on, muscles budging on his pale skin every flex he did as he run a cloth through his sword, wiping off the dried blood. the remembrance of the bloody circumstances you had met him.

you could only hold back a smile as you continued your bath. feeling the familiar flutter in your chest as each scrub in your body reminded you the way he touched you. you certainly liked him, a lot, for just a night of knowing the man. you didn’t know if you were so naive and stupid, but your mother wasn’t here to tell you that. though, an uncertainty escaped your thoughts. you glanced to the sweet man on the bed, you weren’t dumb of course to think if he only wanted this and begone once you two arrive in winterfell. you craved him, wanting more than just this unexpected amour. it was illicit, you thought, the happiness mixing with doubt.

you’re young. you could hear you mother’s words. you cannot grasp what you want or what you claim to need. you are to be a lady. act like one. the bitterness on your tongue stayed as you looked down on the soapy water. conflicted as you are, you let out a sigh as you looked up to be met with a pair of those brown-honey orbs filled with glee.

“having fun there, my love?” he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on your lips then to your wet cheek. you hummed, bottling your thoughts up as you cupped his rosy cheeks.

“just tired and sore. my hips feel like jelly.” you pouted, a frown escape his lips as he kissed your cheek again for an apology yet you smiled at him before he could apologize. “but, i feel amazing.”

“yes?”

“certainly.” you whispered as his lips brushed against yours. koner felt like he was put in a trance, this pretty lady luring him in the tub. he was about to give in yet a sharp knock on the door made him sigh, as the sunny voice from last night followed through making you laugh.

“cockblocker.” he muttered as he stood up, leaving you to the warm water as he opened the door to be met by that charming bar maiden. her hands holding a tray of two soups and a tea of some sort, then a big loaf of bread that made his mouth water.

“g’morning, lad!” she grinned widely.

“morning.” koner nodded.

“i’ve got two soups and a fresh loaf, on the house for the lady and you.” she handed the tray to him with glee, the warm aroma of the soups hitting his nose followed by the warm bread. almost like the memory of his mother’s cooking.

“you’re too kind, miss.”

“ah, ‘s nothing.” she chuckled. “i’ve also brewed a herbal tea for the lady. make sure you give it to her.” she gestured to the pipping hot mug. he rose a brow at that making the barmaid grin wider, a teasing look in her eyes as koner eyed her suspiciously. questioning the concoction.

“tea?”

“for unwanted surprises, dear!” his eyes widened at the boldness of her words. “brewed that myself, my own little recipe. after your little ruckus last night, the whole inn can hear you two. so, i thought—“

“t-thank you!” koner cut her off, red rose to his cheeks as he closed the door immediately. the bar maiden let out a snort as he put the tray on the old wooden table. you had just finished drying yourself up, putting on the dress you wore from yesterday. the silks warming you up as you begun tying the silk ribbon to secure the dress.

“the kind lady brought food?” you glanced to the table seeing the white loaf and soup still steaming. your mouth watering as your stomach grumbled.

“kind enough to make you a special tea as well.” he added. “on the house.” he urged the mug to you. your brows furrowed slightly as you grabbed the mug, giving it a quick sniff.

“tea for what?” you glanced at him seeing his smirk as he kissed your cheek. taking a sip cautiously, grimacing at the bitter flavor. like those medicinal herbs you took when you were ill with a cold as answered your curious mind with a little cockiness in his tone. making you spit the tea a little at the answer afterwards.

“for unwanted surprises from this night and morning’s activity, love.”

•••

the snow had melted surrounding the inn. dull grass were in your view as you stood outside of the tavern, cloak and other necessities in hand as you waited patiently for koner and the stable boy to bring out the horses. your bare fingers started to fiddle with each other. glee fluttering in your chest, never had you felt more happier than ever. your thoughts raced immediately as you heard the hooves clicking on the soil. you turned around to see koner guiding the two horses. back in his winterfell armor, helmet and all. his black beauty and your white mare he was holding the reins of. you could tell she was feeling fine after her arrow wound.

“is she suitable to ride on?” you asked, smiling as you petted her snout, earning a approved gruff from the mare. worried for her injured leg.

“she’s fit for riding again.” koner caressed your horse’s mane. “a night’s rest had sufficed her, m’lady.” he added.

“m-my name will do just fine, koner.” you reminded him, a slight pout on your lips. even though you liked him calling you lady, it always felt a bit off.

“of course. apologies.” he grinned as he helped you up to your horse. gripping your waist, lifting you up strongly to situate yourself on the saddle. you fixed yourself, moving your hips to make you a bit comfortable as you watched him get on his horse.

“winterfell’s just by the end of this road. i think we can arrive there before my watch partner gets suspicious.” he looked from beyond as you guided the horse next to his. you nodded, tailing beside him as the dirt road got wider, your field of vision able to see the old castle walls of winterfell. the banner of the direwolf proud and independent.

“winterfell still looks like the same after all these difficult years.” you commented, the wind brushing against your cheek. you admired the gray walls, reminiscing the time you loved walking around the garden inside. the big red tree you would see, always astonishing you.

“and all the blood it’s witnessed.” he added grimly. you nodded at that, after rob and ned stark’s death, everything had changed as you have heard. you weren’t able to comfort sansa in king’s landing back then, your family forbidding you so to be involved in whatever scheme was going on. little you know yet for certain a gruesome outcome for the stark family. you glanced again to koner, a creep in the back of your neck bothering you as you two hadn’t talked about whatever was going to be the outcome of your relationship right now. unspoken as it is, genuine affection was plastered in his face as he caught your eye. you smiled at him, seeing as the walls of winterfell neared.

you two arrived at the front gate, koner was talking to some men as they let you through the metal gate. you were met by the familiarity of winterfell. it wasn’t as dull and grey it used to be, you can see more people were livelier than ever. morality gleeful than it was before. you condemned sansa’s ruling after they had been independent now. the north returning to it’s rightful place. having a queen in the north.

“oi, koner! you fucking twat. where in the seven hells have you been?” a roaring voice interrupted your thoughts. you could hear koner grunt out something, visibly annoyed seeing a fellow soldier march towards him. you got off your horse, seeing as the dispute between them turned into hush whispers. like siblings brawling you could tell.

“first, you fucking ditch the night watch and now you’re what!? saving a lady in the woods, you fuck—“

“henk, you stupid fuck. the m’lady y/n from house…” you got a little close to them, shrugging off your cloak as your eyes met with his. the other soldier seem to notice his sudden stare as he turned to you. eyes widening as his helmet clanked when koner hit him square on the head.

“good day.” you nodded to the embarrassed soldier. he seem to caught on your face as you noticed some other soldier retreating to the great keep.

“m’lady.” he bowed his head slightly out of greeting. “a-apologies.” he whispered something to koner afterwards, signaling something, yet he was bested to it when you were met with another soldier. your attention was now caught as you were told you would be escorted with koner to the great keep. the awaiting queen mentioned making koner freeze instantly as he stood beside you.

“are you nervous?” you asked him, walking up to be met by the large wooden door. two guards guarding the outside.

“it’s not so common for a foot solider to be summoned by her grace.” he whispered, a slight tremble in his tone. visibly sweating a bit underneath his armor.

“it’s going to be fine.” you assured him, hand squeezing his for a moment seeing him calm down bit by bit as the doors creaked open. your lingering touch making him seize his nervousness.

the hall was empty as you two got in, your house name being called. you lifted your dress a bit to walk, the teachings of etiquette now in display as koner watched you with his head bowed. you gracefully walking to the northern queen sitting on the throne. him, bending his knee at her presence. you were met with the familiar blue eyes and the locks of red hair adorning her silver crown.

“your grace.” you greeted, not forgetting to bow before her as she stood from her place. an uneasy silence between the two of you. you admired her for a second, seeing her once sparkling eyes now to this matured dull, a coldness in her face you could tell. a pity in your stomach forming as you remained formal. you could remember the feasts garnered here in the great hall, you could remember arya throwing food at sansa whilst jon, robb and theon laughed at it. the memory of little bran running around while ned and catelyn stark sat upon their chair. the melancholy so bitter yet sweet to remember.

“it has been a long time.” she started, stepping forward as a small smile creeped on her lips. you were about to respond yet she engulfed you in a kind hug. you were taken a back at the sudden warmth, your hands splayed on her back as you smiled, meeting eye to eye now. a glimpse of the sansa you knew appearing. “how have you fared?”

“i am well, your grace.” you grinned. “weeks journey with my two men from king’s landing. but under different circumstances it changed. one of your soldiers has guided me safely here. i couldn’t be more grateful.” you took a step back, gesturing to koner who arose from his bended position, looking down now as he shyly met your eyes. a moment flew as sansa looked at him briefly, remembering as the one who had reported with that other soldier named henk about arya. you held your gaze for him, softening your features as koner looked back to his queen.

“under different circumstances?” she asked looking to the man in question.

“bandits, your grace. in the woods outside of the walls, i have found her there surrounded by them whilst i was scouting the area.” he answered, a little lie there to not mention he was lazying his post.

“it was brash of me to think i could travel in a small group.” you sighed, shrugging. “but no less am i injured nor is koner.”

“i, thank you, koner.” she nodded to him as he froze in his place, a gratitude from her majesty? you observed him as a smile escaped your lips for but a moment, only to disappear as koner’s face contorted to something else, a glint in his eyes you could tell something wasn’t right. a realization in him that had you wondering.

“just doing a soldier’s job, your grace.” he bowed his head, sansa dismissed him as he met your gaze again. you held yourself to his brown orbs, a feeling of your eyes asking him without words if you’ll see him again. a flicker showed, something else. he averted your gaze, a dread filled your throat as you watched him walk out of the halls and back to where he was. you couldn’t help but feel as if this was either a departure, your heart couldn’t take the thought anymore as sansa’s muffled words brought you back from your head.

“i believe we have a lot of catching up to do.” she smiled, offering her arm as you took it gladly. you two alone without any audience, the formal mask slowly disappearing as two childhood friends were present now.

“yes. w-we do.” you chuckled, masking your frown, looking back briefly to the closing big doors to see his figure slowly disappear from your field of vision. the uncertainty coming back, lulling yourself back into the world, hoping that last night and this morning wasn’t the last you’ll see him. or maybe in forever.

•••

mixed emotions were flying through the air as you sat in your room, a beautiful room you were brought in. warmth comforted you as you sat alone on your bed, a familiarity you had as you remembered the room you shared with him. the walk with sansa across the courtyard indeed made you feel a little better. it momentarily took your mind off the things you were dealing with, specifically the emotions you were wondering if this was right. you had remembered briefly the wide grin sansa had when you two were talking about your naive phases you two would marry. so young and full of fantasies that turned grim as reality hit the both of you. you liked that you could understand her after everything she had gone through.

to that awful joffrey baratheon then to the usurp of the freys, ramsay bolton a sensitive topic and one you knew sansa had changed after that vile man. she’s already a strong woman as you knew, just that the cruel world had made her cold to what they did to her. you nipped the bottom of your lip now, fidgeting the soft fabric of the wine red dress you wore, the hems and edges adorned with gold lace patterns and your bodice showcasing your cleavage a bit. it’s pretty, pretty for a feast you had to attend to this night. you stood up from your place, looking at yourself from the mirror as the candle lights flickered in the room.

get it together. you thought to yourself, fixing anything out of place as a knock on your door signaled you it was time to go. you took a deep breath, pushing down your worried state for him as you opened the door to be met with a surprise.

“ease down, love. it’s just me. i’ve come to escort you.” koner chuckled, you were silent to his face lit up again. than the one in hall, maybe it was just you right now. how your mind is overthinking, situations you come up in your head that lead to one cause. you’re scared. scared and uncertain for this one unexpected upbringing that made you happy and if it will end in the days to go. foolish thoughts it was, he’s standing right here wasn’t he? he still wants you for certain.

“koner.” you manage to breath out his name before pulling him in the room by his armor, slanting your lips against his with much fervor. like you wanted to savor him before you’d be back in king’s landing by the following weeks. as if time would run out if you didn’t act further. you need him.

“m’lady,” koner grunted, mumbling between your kisses. “m’lady, please—“ you didn’t hear him, choosing to pull him in further. “y/n, please. my love, not here.” he pulled away, gripping your shoulders to secure you. your eyes widened, a blush creeped up to your cheeks, embarrassment taking over.

“a-apologies.” you squeaked out, the look on his face made you crumple feeling the sting of the slight rejection. he doesn’t—

“you are trembling.” he noticed, your heart thumps against your chest as you averted his gaze just like he did before.

“i-i don’t— i don’t know why i’m…” you stuttered, feeling so dumb, as if you thought the kiss would solve your undying thoughts and desire. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have kissed you so sudden.”

“it’s not like i displease your sweet affection, love. i fear for anyone who sees upon us, a soldier and a lady. i do not wish to damage your image.” he caressed your arms, slowly gliding down to grasp your hands to his large gloved ones. you stared down to his hands as he brought both of your soft ones to his lips, kissing them gently. he still wants you. your mind repeated. the bitterness washing away.

“right.” you nodded, still feeling jittery. not like you wish to care about presenting your house, but thoughtful he was to care about you.

“why are you so shaken, my love?” koner asked sincerely, bringing your hand to his chest to hear his beating heart. koner seemed to notice the slight tremble on your sweet lips, the ones he had kissed and cherished, worshipped you this morning and the night before. it took him all the amount of restraint to not have you in here. though, he was worried seeing you like this. it was bad enough for him to get so nervous seeing you become a true sophisticated lady in front of her grace. a new person he had see in you than what he had witnessed alone before. idiotic he is to think so insecurely right now, but you were both idiots with your heads stuck up in each other’s stubborn thoughts.

“this… between us—“ you started, finally meeting his eyes again. “it’s not just a fleeting moment, is it?” you asked hopefully.

“us?” he looked a little surprised at the sudden question. he had been holding himself back for asking that as well, afraid of your answer.

“y-yes. i think i’ve made it clear that i like you…” you bashfully added. “from the morning and the night before. i can’t help but f-feel uncertain where this would lead.”

“i do like you as well, m’lady.” he strongly implied, looking in your eyes to get to his point. he does want you, in every selfish thoughts he had desired. from the moment he saw you in the woods and the first time he made you smile he was certain it would be you. you looked at him clearly this time, seeing if he was certain. his lips almost brushed against yours as he breathed out his want. “i want nothing more than to have you, if you’ll have me.”

desire runs through both of your veins. the mere closeness had you wanting for more. you could feel it again, the heat in your cunt, the same thing he had relieved you from with his cock. you hadn’t notice how warm you are just thinking about him here.

you let out a shuddery breath. “then, does it mean…”

“lady y/n?” a maid’s voice was heard as your heads whipped to the slight ajar door. the maid was about to get in but you opened it wide as koner stepped out to guide you making the maid surprise.

“m’lady.” she greeted, nodding her head to you. “your grace has requested your presence.” she looked to koner suspiciously before averting her gaze to you.

“yes. koner was just escorting me to her.” you lied, as the maid nodded and scurried off. you two fell silent the way there, you grasped his hand before going separate directions once the great hall was in view. a reminder to continue the conversation later. adorned with torches set in an ambiance as all higher ups, knights and visiting nobles adorned the hall. laughter and the scent of ale filled the entire once dull room as you could see sansa briefly talking with the lord commander of the night’s watch. her brother you remembered. that familiar black hair and attire. jon snow. you strutted towards them as you were greeted by every noble that knew of your father. finally sansa was able to stand beside you as one of the servers offered you a goblet of wine which you gladly accepted, sipping it a bit.

“fashionably late?” she asked, still a stoic expression in her face yet you knew she was teasing you.

“the bodice was a little tight to fit in, your grace.” you lied and took another sip, feeling shy all the sudden.

“it’s wonderful to see you happy.” she added, showing you a small smile as she leaned a bit to whisper. “so as he, i presume.” her gaze followed through the end of the hall. you held yourself back from reacting to widely, to know how observant she is. of course, she knew. koner was standing by the doors, watching intently in the whole room. doing his duty.

“is it that o-obvious?”

“maybe so.” she quietly said, sipping from her goblet. she didn’t say anything further but it had you reeling for the night. you took a seat amongst the table, dazzling ladies of every kind surrounding you, all chit chatting around and gossiping as ever. you tuned in from time to time, bored out of your wits but i felt good to drink and mingle. your gaze drifts afar as you glanced down to the hall, knowing clearly who you want to see. a little game you want to play.

koner grunts as he shifted himself in his posture. he yawned a bit as he heard henk, a few feet away from him, yawn as well. he felt rather uncomfortable, the reason inside his pants mainly. you looked beautiful from afar with that evening dress on, he couldn’t help but stare from time to time, feeling cocky that he’s got you. unruly thoughts in his head that he felt like his balls were suffocating, he feels like he’s a big debauchee just ogling his eyes at you. remembering the time he had touched you good. remembering your sweet smile and blissed out expression he so adored. he stirs his thoughts away, wanting to be a little respectful, but damn it—

he’s caught your gaze again. minx. you look at him from afar, standing up from your place as noble men from different houses from the north surrounded you. old hags and young pricks and all. but you looked at him slyly as you made one lord laugh out loud. he could feel it, the glint in your eyes, you presented yourself as this soft and well-mannered girl in front of those viktor eyes, but you were just a nymph, huh? his lady. his lips pursed as he felt the bulge in his trousers grow harder as you glanced to him again.

you felt a little bold for seeing him get so worked up as you excused yourself from the crowd. already sipped and took bites from the feast presented, drank your wine to the brim, feeling a bit tipsy. you looked towards koner again, walking to the direction to the room halls now. knowing he’s got your memo. it’s a bit of a long walk, no suspicion to be added knowing he knows the place than you do. you find yourself by your door, seeing as the candles were lit out from this point of the place. you glad your room was still lit with candles as you opened it, taking a step in only for another figure to push you in gently, securing the lock on the door. you turned around, wanting to scold him for being so impatient though koner cut you off as he sealed his lips to yours harshly.

•••

“you’re a fucking vixen.” he says between kisses, gloved hands cupping your ass. you squealed as he roughly hoisted you up to his arms, your hands flying to his shoulders as he plopped you on the bed. not breaking from your mouth as he lavished your tongue to his. you moaned, hands coming up to grasp his curly locks, surprised he was quick to shrug off his helmet and cloth protecting his head.

“it’s rude to be impatient.” you teased, the alcohol in your veins making you frisky. “haven’t your mother taught you manners?”

“says the one who wanted me a while ago.” he smirked.

“and i-i still do.” you pouted, your thoughts from before now gone. koner leaned in again as he kissed the corner of your mouth, caging you from above as you got to see the feral look in his eyes, dilated black, an ounce of brown only to be seen.

“let me show you how much i need you, y/n.” he breathed out, knowing well how riled up you are as well. your words he remembered clearly that you were uncertain where the two of you would go on like this. he’d show you so much more if you’d allow him.

“please.” you pleaded again and again. until the night shined, the familiar setting of the room where you two once did it for the first time. all uncertainties thrown away, just the two of you now naked and bare. you stared at hung cock, thighs rubbing together as you wondered what it felt like in your mouth.

“i want to please you.” you said before he could grasp your plush thighs to devour you again. “i want t-to do what you did to me last night. the tongue on…” your cheeks heated up as he went silent for a moment.

“you want my cock in your mouth, my love?” he grinned, cheeks red as you nodded. he kissed you again, a shiver running down his spine seeing how eager you are to want his cock.

“please. it’s all i’ve been thinking about.” you shamelessly confessed.

“i don’t think you can take it, love.” he sounded a bit worried of course, both of you were inexperienced, and this was the first time he’d ever gotten someone to explore sexual fantasies, let alone now the thought of you sucking his cock. but how could he say no to you? with that feral look on your face as you stared down to his shaft. desperate as ever. selfish whore you are.

“i can take it.” you promised, licking your lips. breasts squished together as he shamefully groped them making you moan as he slanted his mouth to yours with a approved hum.

“alright, we’ll take it slow.” he mumbled as you eagerly nodded. he got up from the bed, standing at the edge as you crawled to kneel before him on the cushions. you were met face to face with cock, tip bearing red, twitching before you. you hummed, not sure how to start but started to lick the oozing liquid from the small slit. koner shuddered, head tilting back as your tongue darted out to lick him seeing his pleased reaction.

“shit.” he muttered, you grew tired as you placed wet kisses on his shaft. hand lifting up to grasp him fully, trying your best to follow your mind what’s right or what’s wrong what you were doing. trying to remember what filth maids spew how to please a man. you finally opened your mouth, a little hesitant yet you took his tip in. he let out a groan, cupping your cheeks as you sucked his tip, tongue circling the bulb making him shudder. seven gods, he bit his lip hard seeing you take his cock in your mouth.

you hummed around it, licking it like he had licked you. you pushed it in further, enough courage to take him despite his width and length. you braced yourself, hands gripping his thighs as he caressed your cheeks making you look up as you hollowed to take him slowly even though you could feel yourself gagging.

“that’s it…” he muttered hoarsely as you sucked him. earning a loud moan from the man above. you grinned to yourself, taking him again. “oh gods.” his cheeks were bright red as his fluttered shut to the pleasure, the wet cavern of your mouth a new sensation to him. he can feel himself throb as you continued to suck leisurely. hips moving as he fucked your mouth, you relaxed your jaw, taking him in, wanting him to use your mouth.

“i’m close.” he huffed out, pulling himself out of your mouth wanting to cum inside you. you mewled, your saliva glistening on his cock, mouth drooling and your lips pouty. he kissed you, harder with more passion than he could ever muster. pushing you to lay back on the bed, he hovered above you, kissing down to your neck as you breathed out his name.

koner pressed his forehead to yours as his hand fiddled with your deprived clit, so wet and glistening as you opened your legs willingly. he hummed in satisfaction, still in daze as he kissed you again before lining himself up to your cunt. tip poking at your wet entrance as your hips rutted up to the sensation.

“you take me so well.” he whispered against your lips. your eyelids fluttered as you could feel him slowly sink in to your awaiting cunt. you whimpered, gripping his biceps as he fucked himself in to the brim of your warm pussy. your back arched, your nails scraped his freckled skin. he started pounding in, deep and hard. desperate he is, as your other hand dropped to interlace with his free one while the other leveraged himself above you, trying not to squish you with his weight.

“feels amazing.” you whispered, only his to hear. your voice in heaven as you wrapped your arms around to pull him closer. wanting to feel his skin to yours, the tingles following through as you stared at his eyes even though you felt like you were dizzy. his nose brushed against yours as his hips slapped along the rhythm, the obscene skin slapping and grunts echoing in the room, the scent of his alone making you feel at heaven.

your hearts beats against your chest again, a fluttery feeling in the inside of your stomach seeing his eyes show a display of affection you longed to see. how soft he looked and he admired you, this connection so close you could almost feel like you’ve known each for a long time. koner could only admire your beauty below him, you are an goddess sent to him. one that he certainly didn’t expect for him to find you. your breaths mingled with each other, each noise spilling from either mouth as you could feel yourself nearing your high.

“let go.” he urged, feeling your cunt squeeze him tight. quickening his pace as you sobbed feeling him pound into your hard as he didn’t break eye contact. wanting to see your face again when you fall apart. and so you did.

your belly coiled and snapped, your orgasm washing in as you moaned against koner’s lips. he shuddered, grunting as he rutted himself faster than ever, your walls milking him tight as he filled you to the brim with his seed. he groaned, lazily fucking into you to ride that high. you sighed out, kissing him softly as you caressed his curly short hair. a silence passed, soft caresses exchanged, glowing in the aftercare. koner pulled out with a hiss as he laid beside you. hand interlaced with yours, placed on your chest so he could feel the rhythm of your thumping heart.

“i don’t want to leave so soon.” you mumbled lazily, remembering you only had a certain amount of time to enjoy the rest of your stay in winterfell before you are summoned back to king’s landing. expected you are you’d be match with someone soon, remembering your mother’s words.

“how long are you staying?” he asked, kissing your shoulder.

“maybe a week or two. i do not know.” you shrugged, sighing. wishing you’d be here for a month, wanting to savor this blossoming relationship you have with him.

“then we’ll make use of the time, my love.” he whispered suggestively, pulling you in his arms. you sighed, resting your head against his chest as you needed to say it to him. what it means if this between you two needs to end and if he wants it further as you want to.

“koner.” your voice went soft and gentle. the thump of both of your hearts synchronizing. “if i go back, if i come back to king’s landing, then i’ll be wedded to some man the second i set foot there.” you mumbled, your fingers caressing his chest. “then this will be just a fleeting moment for you and i. illicit it is, but…”

“then you want this to end?” he gulped, a bitterness in his throat. remembering his place being a mere soldier and you, a noble lady.

“i want you.” you strongly replied. “i don’ want this to end.” you murmured, snugging yourself in his body warmth. basking in what maybe the few wonderful moments you’ll have with him.

“and i you.” he whispered, the courage in strong as he spilled his thoughts out. “i want nothing more than you beside me. even if we just met, i’d like to know you more than now, my love. want you to myself. even if it’s just for a moment that you’ll be gone after your visit here. i’d still want you.” he added, the sadness in his tone creeping in, mixing with his sweetness. as if he was saying he’s starting to love you. which he certainly does. he’s sure as ever even if it feels idiotic to think he can fall in-love so fast.

“koner…” you felt like crying, you leaned up to kiss him. “i’ll remember this.” you smiled at him sadly, he kissed you again, driving your thoughts away from what might come. all you two needed was each other, no future, just the present moment of what’s come to be a promised faith the gods had set.

•••

days had gone by. week after week had been bled. your stay here in winterfell was nearing it’s end as expected. a raven had been sent to you, writing of your father as he and your mother had found you suitable match. one from the most wealthiest houses in king’s landing. you’d swallow the disgust and fear reading that you were to be sent off to some lord. though, it didn’t matter as you had been enjoying your stay with koner. secret kisses shared between you two, him leading you out in the dead of the night just to see the stars from the courtyard. making love to you when the day is asleep. it felt nice to know how happy he looked as he introduced you to his family one day while you were passing by. and now, walking hand in hand with him as the snow falls, no other people around you two as you walked around the godswood of winterfell. the large tree harboring red leaves and it’s bark of a bleeding face. the small pond in front of it. beautiful it is to see.

“my mother sent a raven.” you started, stopping to stand in front of him with your hand still intertwined. koner took a step forward as his hand cupped your cheek, you leaned into his warmth as tears pooled in your eyes. the red leaves swaying above the two of you as the water rippled catching the leaf.

“what did it say?” he quietly asked, knowing what to expect as he gulped a lump.

“a marriage proposal has been accepted. i am to be wed once i come home.” you sniffled, tears falling to your cheeks. koner pulled you into his arms as he shushed your sobs.

“y/n.” he whispered even though he felt like this was a farewell.

“i don’t want to leave y-you.” you confessed sadly. gripping his armor. “i don’t want to go.”

“but you’ll have to…” he sadly added as he wiped your tears, his own eyes tearing up. you looked at him, wanting to remember his face as you leaned up to kiss him. like the first time you had did in the tavern, soft and gentle. he kissed you back, pulling you closer to breath in your scent. he didn’t want this to end either.

“i love you, koner.” you breathed out, heart telling you so that this was real. you weren’t some naive girl to not know what you want, your heart and mind said so. you love him. he seemed to be surprised as he processed your words in his mind.

“i love you too.” he kissed the tip of your nose as an idiotic thought escaped his mind. if your family didn’t want him, didn’t want you to choose for yourself then he might as well propose this thought he had for a while. a one he was too ashamed to break it to you. you waited for him to say anything else seeing his expression shifted as if he was thinking of something. you sadly smiled at him as you shook your head whatever he might say that he couldn’t spit out.

“koner…”

“marry me.”

you froze, tears staining your cheeks at his words making you take a step back. “w-what?”

“marry me.” he repeated, stepping forward, you looked at him as if he was going mad which he is if it ever meant to let you stay here with him. “right here. marry me and i’ll provide for you, i have enough for us to get a small home outside of here. just the two of us. marry me, y/n. it’s foolish, but i…”

“yes.” you nodded vigorously, somehow you didn’t feel idiotic as ever saying yes. meaning you had to give up everything you had at home. not like your family had used for you since you had a few older siblings. you were just being wed off to get rid of a nuisance.

“yes?”

“yes!” koner grinned as he swooped you in his arms. you laughed, feeling certain as ever. no sense of uncertainty or the voice of your mother screaming at you inside of your head.

“marry me, right here and now. just the two of us and the trees and our vows.” he whispered hoarsely, gaze drunken as he set you down to hold your hands together. “we’ll call a septon once i get you in a pretty white dress. but for now, just our vows.”

“and the trees.” you teasingly added, the winds swayed with one another. the snow fell softly above you two as the quietness of the grove heard only your vows. you stared at him, repeating the words in hushed whisper. the same ones you had met in the woods, the first glance you knew your world would change entirely as your words were unison. koner could only let himself bask in the sight of you doing this brash act, his heart thumping wildly, not caring the consequences as he had you now. only the godswood tree witnessed the undying act of love being held as your voices synchronized. not leaving one’s gaze as the red leaves fell hearing your vows.

“father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger. i am hers and she is mine, from this day, until the end of my days.”

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ercklln · 2 years ago

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i know this isn’t eddie content but i got a new fic of koner from game of thrones. i plan on writing more for joseph quinn’s characters and this the first one hehe. its smut. and vv long <3

fic —> winter nights pt. 1

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

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fujiihime · 2 years ago

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OMG! 🥵🥵

Mama mia, this is fantastic. ✨

winter nights | koner pt. 1

SUMMARY : set to travel to winterfell, you’re a noble lady on a small convoy in the secluded dirt road when bandits came ambushing you and your men. your two guards were killed and you’re left to run away into the woods as they chase you only to be saved by a winterfell soldier. who’d change your world entirely.

koner x fem! reader

masterlist, @fhrlclln, pt. two ( coming soon !! )

GENRE : nsfw/smut

WARNINGS : assault, violence, gore and smut (oral sex; f! receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, slight corruption kink, breeding kink & loss of virginity)

WORD COUNT : 10.47k

a/n: s(creaming)

likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

“a nearby inn should be close, m’lady.”

the soldier quipped, the cold air brushing the soft skin of your face. you shivered, snow seized to be in your vision as your white mare huffed alongside your breathy sigh. the cloth of furs draping over your body were a comfort as this convey you’ve set on was tiring and undoubtedly cold. you don’t know how many days you’ve been riding with two of the soldiers your father commanded to accompany you, all you had in mind was to arrive tomorrow as early as possible for sansa.

“we’ll be by winterfell tomorrow?” you asked, licking your lips, feeling the coldness chap them. you were thankful to have your cloak on as you couldn’t imagine wanting frostbite on the tips of your ears. you’ve seen worse on soldiers before, not a pretty sight.

“should be, m’lady. once we settle in for the night, we’ll get there in no time.” your other soldier answered, you nodded, gloved hands clutching the leather reins. you wanted to visit lady sansa stark ever since the heavy occurrences had happened, the whole of westeros was still healing and the snow of the north still embodied the frozen chill of what had tragically happened. your father had complained to give you a bigger convey and a carriage to escort you but you declined, knowing well a big attraction would gain the attention of bandits and thieves. and as defenseless you are, two soldiers were enough to protect you from anything.

“might i ask, m’lady, what is your business in winterfell? it’s no common convoy for a lady like you to be traveling in a small group.” the older man asked, turning his head back at you with a smile.

“just meeting an old friend.” you simply replied, offering a small smile in return. “it’s been a while since i’ve been in winterfell.” you added softly.

“are you to be wedded, m’lady?” the younger one asked with a smug grin. the urge to roll your eyes was at the verge, the older one seem to sense your annoyance as he let out a gruff chuckle. men.

“no.” you shake your head, focusing ahead as the sound of hooves dragging on the snow thickened. the two men continued on in front of you, idling a conversation about the younger one’s opinion about the maid he had been fucking. it was annoying to hear men chatter about, but you were used to it. not a day goes by where women are seen to be a object for all men, it angered you greatly but it is how things are seen still. being a daughter to a noble house made it worse knowing your duty was to be a wife for a wealthy lord, give him heirs and be a great daughter to your house. a literal broodmare you were.

you let out a sigh, creating a tiny fog as you turned your head to see the snowy trees above you. you always admired the white snow, soft and beautiful yet deadly cold. you remembered your childhood days when you were playing around with sansa or even arya when the snow got too thick after a night’s storm. snowmans and creating snow angels, it put a smile on your face as you gazed upon ahead until a sudden ruffle in the bushes made you sharply turn your head to the direction of it.

“halt.” the older soldier put his gloved hand up as you pulled the reins to stop. he had sense it too, the sudden noise. “keep your ears open, lad.” he turned to the young soldier as he nodded.

“direwolf?” you asked, knowing the woods hold in a number of beasts. wolves, bears or what.

“could be. but no pack has set it’s territory here.” the older man snickered, glaring at the bushes. you gripped the reins tight, an unknowing dread lurking in from the back of your neck. whatever it is, you didn’t like the idea of something is ambushing the three of you.

“should i check it out?” the younger lad gripped the heel of his sword, the older one shook his head as no other rustle in the bush was emitted. could be a hare or some squirrel by the looks of it maybe. a mild relief settled in as the older soldier continued the path.

“just some animal, m’lady.” the older man assured, you nodded as you gently assured your horse to continue the dirt path.

“are you sure?” you asked cautiously. a snort erupted from the younger one as you mildly glared at him.

“little lady is scared.” he teased as the older one chuckled loudly before adding cockily. “we got the swords and arms, m’lady. you’ll be safe.” they payed no attention to you as they continued ahead, engaging in the conversation before.

you shivered again, eyes looking to the side cautiously, that gut feeling in your stomach still there. you didn’t like how nervous you are now, but who wouldn’t fear of something lurking in the woods when night seems to be falling soon, wishing the inn would be near.

rustle. there it was again. your ears picked up the sound of leaves rustling from the sides, your heart thumped against your ribcage as your two soldiers were chatting and laughing out loud now. completely unaware of your discomfort. your brows furrowed for a second as you tried to ignore it, overthinking wasn’t the best option now as you looked up ahead. the trees shading, snow falling from the sides as the gust of wind caressed your cheeks. it felt tense, quiet even, only the sound of your men’s chatter filling the void as you held in your breath. seconds passed, you breathed out until—

the sound of an arrow and a scream erupted.

“lad!?” the older man yanked the reins of his horse as the young soldier’s shoulder was struck by an arrow. your eyes widened as you too had stopped abruptly, making your mare shriek. the young lad yelled as he held the arrow, blood marking the cloth on his shoulder. you held in your breath as the rustle in the bushes grew louder, the older knight shouted at you to stay put as the young lad frantically tried to pry off the arrow. you grimaced, noting as the older man had gone off his horse as the sound of two or three men shouting came in. bandits.

“keep the lady safe!” the older one shouted, wielding out his sword as the young one nodded, grimacing as he threw the bloodied arrow away. you got off your mare, holding her reins as you tried to back away seeing as the older one fended himself as those three bandits started to clash their swords with him. you held your breath, seeing as your two soldiers tried to fend off the scums. the older soldier managed to slice off one, hitting him in the chest, the young one though had trouble swinging his right arm due to the shoulder wound. the archer had a good eye aiming for his weak spots, you stood silent, backing away slowly as you can hear the young soldier struggle as he was repeatedly being clashed. you couldn’t look, knowing well one out of two are wounded, three being in the lead of the fight. you heard it, the sound of flesh being sliced, the blood curling scream of the young soldier.

“fuck!” the older one grunted as the bandits started to swarm on him now, you gasped as you shakily looked to the older soldier as he locked eyes with you, the undoubtedly familiar glint he wasn’t going to survive this and neither can you. in both of your dismay, one bandit seem to notice you as he smirked darkly, stalking towards you hopped on your horse. turning around to see from the back of the road, a few number of bandits on guard. they had this planned.

“run, m’lady. run!” the older soldier shouted after being pushed to the ground. you didn’t think twice, racing your horse into the woods, you huffed hearing as the bandits shouted to chase after you. your mare shrieked as you guided yourself from hitting the trees passing your way. if one thing you were good at, was horseback, you rode into the snowy woods, not turning around as you feared they’d catch up. you almost saw a opening on the other side, leading to another road making your heart skip a beat.

“there’s the pretty lady!” you heard from behind, making your heart thump in fear as you rode faster. the snow was thick, your horse was having trouble guiding itself in the obstacles and you were in the verge of tears.

“she’ll be a pretty ransom. won’t she, boys?” suddenly, your horse shrieked loudly making the both of you stumble upon a log. you yelped, landing on the snow as your horse was struck on the it’s hind leg with the same arrow. you grunted in pain, picking yourself up as your horse ran away making you tremble as you stood up and ran for it. fuck!

“fucking heels.” you gritted your teeth, bunching your dress up to run. you huffed, the tiredness getting to you. the overwhelming heat your body was producing due to the layers you have making it all exhausting to run. tears pooled in your eyes as you couldn’t take it anymore, your knees gave up, legs wobbly underneath the furs and silken dress as you hid yourself behind a large tree. your breaths were uneven, you clamp a hand over your mouth to silence the heavy breathing as you prayed to the old and new gods for safety.

“where’s the fucking bitch? sneaky one, i tell ‘ya.” heavy footsteps were heard, the sound of snow scrunching made you shiver. fear coursing through your head. each step came closer and closer and you had to bolt somehow. you glance frantically, grabbing a large rock, the same crunch of the snow neared your side. you braced yourself, waiting with a cold breath as the shadow loomed over you.

“i think—“ before the bandit could even glance at you, you jabbed the rock between his eyes as he let out a guttural screech of pain as blood drip down his face from the impact. you drop the rock, running to the other side yet was stopped as a hand harshly grabbed your arm turning you around as you were caged between the body of one man. a dagger pointed directly up your throat, you froze, your breaths labored as the two men laughed as the other nursed his injured forehead and nose.

“fucking whore broke my nose!” he roared.

“let me go!” you yelled, wiggling in the grasp. sobbing as you were defenseless with no other weapon. the man held the blade tightly up your throat, signaling you to shut up as you cried pathetically.

“caught a posh little lamb. and a beauty as well.” one bandit commented looking at your figure from up and down. you gulped, a uneasy feeling in your stomach.

you begged. “please, i have coin. if you want—“

“say your daddy might pay for you? or we can sell you into a whorehouse with that face of yours or we could keep ‘ya.” the man laughed as you shook your head, lips trembling, tears staining your cheeks as you pleaded.

“p-please.” you sobbed, the other man’s grasp around making you want to puke. you’ll die, here and now. or even worse what ever they can think to do to you.

“take her to the wagon.” the man commanded the one holding you. your eyes widened as you yelled for them to stop as they started moving.

“let me go!” you shouted furiously. the man behind you glared as he forcefully tried to carry you.

“shut up—“

“what’s going on here?” another voice interrupted as all heads turned. your breath seized, a surge of hope erupted in your veins as you looked up to see the familiar black armor of a winterfell soldier. your eyes were desperate, the young soldier seemed to observe the situation first as he met your eyes. big brown eyes laced with suspicion stared at you as you struggled in the death grip. something clicked in his gaze. your lips trembled as you wanted to shout but knowing the man behind you would cut your throat if you ever did.

“nothing at all. why don’t you fuck off, eh?” the bandit scoffed as the young winterfell soldier momentarily held your gaze before turning to the man. hand resting upon his sword.

“seems like there’s something. let the lady go.” he commanded, gesturing to you. “i can pay you lots and fuck off as well, ey? let the lady go.” his voice dropped, noting he was serious.

the bandits laughed as their leader shake his head. fishing out a dagger as he grinned widely towards the young soldier. “you’re just some winterfell foot soldier, might as well cut you up and be with it.”

“please.” you uttered weakly to the soldier. he nodded, as the two bandits started rounding up on him. you closed your eyes, not wanting to see it. your two soldiers were dead just by those men, what more of a young soldier? you can hear the clashes, tears drip down your cheeks as the man behind you gripped you tighter, a blood curling scream echoed the snowy forest and you grimaced hearing the sound of flesh being ripped.

“fuck me. h-he’s killed them!” the man behind you uttered nervously. confused, you looked up, seeing the winterfell soldier drove the tip of his sword to the neck of the kneeling bandit. blood coating his sword, no trace of any blood. the other one was laying on the snow, face front, crimson painting the white ground as you let out a sigh of relief. you looked to the young soldier as he pulled his sword out to stalk towards you and the remaining bandit, clear intent to slash the man behind you. the harsh grip lessened as you managed to free yourself from the grasp of the man before the he came sprinting away with trembling curses. going back into the other part of the woods, you huffed, watching him cowardly run off, your attention now to the rip of your stupid dress.

“this damn dress!” you annoyingly sighed, holding yourself upon the bark of the tree, knees almost giving out as you tried to stand still but you wobbled, feeling the aftermath when you had fallen off your mare and the fatigue.

“are you alright, m’lady?” the voice of the winterfell soldier made you turn around as he worriedly checked on you. you blushed as you were met with these gorgeous brown eyes as he asked again. “can you walk?”

you dumbly stared upon him, the adrenaline still coursing in your veins as you licked your chapped lips. embarrassed at most parts but grateful he had saved you. he was handsome, you noted, cheeks flushed red, doe eyes laced with worrisome, broad nose and defined jaw, brown curls you could see from the helm he was wearing. a stature of a man who trained everyday, tall and well-built even if he was in armor. a handsome soldier. you realized the minor silence as you stuttered out, glowing knowing you had just found the man who saved you attractive.

“i-i’m alright. just tired of r-running.” you weakly said, still scared what just happened to you. your horse was gone and here you are, blushing at a mere winterfell soldier. “and thank you so much for saving me...?”

“a-ah, koner, m’lady.” he bowed as he smiled at you. your stomach churn with that fluttery feeling. “i was nearby and saw a white mare by the road. is it perhaps yours?”

“thank you, koner.” you smiled using his name and nodded. “and yes, it is. is she…?”

“injured, but i’ve got her. bloody arrow on her leg, i pulled it out and patched her up.” he chuckled awkwardly. you nodded shyly as you tried to take a step forward yet stumbled a bit as your vision went a bit blurry. you shivered as suddenly a big warmth envelop your body, an arm wrapped around your back as you stuttered out an apology for being clumsy. you looked upon koner who was still had a worried expression plastered across his face. how cute.

“i-i apologize. i’m not used to this.” you trembled as koner helped you stay upright. your hands on his plated chest to keep you steady. normally, you never had been this close to a man before, let alone a soldier but something about his gentle grip around you made your heart thump faster than ever but the voice inside your head said otherwise. this is wrong.

“it’s no worries. let me help you.” he whispered, the closeness overwhelming your senses as his hand squeezed the side of your waist, bundle of nerves tickling you there. “can i?”

you stammered. “i— yes. you can, o-oh!”

your eyes widened as you were hoisted up in his arms. both of his strong arms carrying you like a princess. your face went warm, your gloved hands encircled his neck as koner didn’t budge a bit making you feel rather worried if you were too heavy for him.

“you could’ve just help me walk there.” you muttered shyly as he walked the two of you up the trees, back to the other road. koner let out a chuckle as he shook his head. never in his life did he get to a carry a pretty lady in his arms but now, he might have hit jackpot for carrying a pretty noble lady this day. he had been riding nearby, bored out of his wits as to why he gotten too far. the woods were fairly quiet in this part as he had always ridden through here since he was a lad. yet the white mare running out of nowhere made him curious seeing it out of the blue. and the muffled screams of your pleas done it for him. you were lucky, if he weren’t there then things would’ve gotten worser.

and gods, you were beautiful. he recognizes you fairly, he knows you’re from a minor house close ties with house stark, he doesn’t remember much but he surely remembers seeing you and lady sansa back in the days when you were still little ladies and him, helping his mother in the kitchen while carrying a sack of potatoes. and now, a fluttery feeling arose in his chest seeing you slyly nuzzle yourself in his chest, the warmth he was emitting too comfortable for you not to bask in.

“your knees gave out and you’re struggling to walk with your heavy dress. this is fine, m’lady.” he commented as you glared at him. the shyness still in you as you looked away. koner hid a smile, navigating out from the trees to now an open snowy dirt road wherein your mare was waiting patiently alongside a black horse, his you assumed.

“i think i can walk n-now. thank you again, koner.” you stuttered, the cold still bothering you. he shook his head again, noticing how shyly stubborn you are.

“nonsense. you’ll be riding with me on my steed, m’lady. your horse is injured and i can’t have you navigating on your own.” he declared, setting you down in front of his horse. you couldn’t say anything else other than be grateful he was helping you. you nodded as he helped you up his horse. hands grasping the side of your waists so gentle, you couldn’t help but feel flustered again. you sat perfectly on the saddle, adjusting yourself as you watch him tend to your mare. making sure she’ll follow the both of you.

“you’re a winterfell soldier? are you perhaps riding back to winterfell? ” you asked as he finally seated himself behind you.

“sworn to house stark, m’lady. and yes, i am.” he replied as he leaned forward to grab the reins. you felt fluttery again, his plated chest brushing against your back and the heat of his gentle breath brushing against your ear as he pulled back, making you gulp.

“you have my biggest thanks, koner.” you said with much gratitude.

“just being a good soldier, m’lady.” he chuckled behind you. you could feel him pull the reins as his horse started walking to the direction ahead. you sighed blissfully, feeling worn out and tired. you hadn’t planned running into the fucking woods with bandits chasing you and a handsome soldier coming into your rescue, it’d be one hell of a tale you could tell sansa about. your father on the other hand might scream his head off telling you he was right to give you a carriage ride.

“if i may ask, m’lady. what were you doing in the woods?” koner grunted from behind. you stiffened, shrugging.

“ambushed while riding to winterfell. i hadn’t expected bandits in this side of the road. my two men were dead already and i just ran for it.” you explained, letting out a shaky sigh.

koner blinked. “to winterfell you were heading?”

“i’m just visiting.” you smiled, looking back at him. “i promised your lady sansa to visit her once in a while. i haven’t been there since forever.” you sadly added, koner seemed to grasp your meaning. he nodded, eyes focusing on the road.

“and you?” you boldly asked, eyeing him. “what are you doing here? outside of winterfell?”

“what’s there to know for a mere soldier, m’lady?” he chuckled.

“plenty.” you grinned, your back brushing against his chest. “soldiers have interesting tales to tell and stories to spew. other than battle or wars or such.”

“i’m afraid i lack those qualities.” he countered as you shook your head.

“there’s no harm to tell me who you are, koner.” you assured. “out here, i’m not a lady of my house for once.” you added shyly, it was good to ride alone without the same old conversation you’d hear from your family’s lips. the reminder of duty, the etiquette and all other shit you were raised to do. all complete bullshit.

“you are still a lady to me.” he softly said, looking at you as he gave in. “i got tired of guard duty, wanted to ride outside of the walls for once. and maybe save some pretty lady from bandits.”

pretty. your cheeks warmth as you looked back to the road as you muttered at his tease. “you expected so?”

“my expectations were satisfied to say, m’lady.” he whispered, tone lower than he intended. every step of the horse had you two gently brushing against each other, koner seemed to enjoy the shyness you radiated as he held back a smile.

“please.” you leaned back a bit as you met his eyes again with a fluttery heart, wanting him to use your name than just some title. “y-y/n will do just fine.”

he blinked, looking at your eyes then to your slightly ajar lips. a little pouty and wet, he gulped, staring at them. blood rushed through his veins then down to his trousers as he blushed at the obscure thought. it was such a danger how close you are to him when he can smell the scented fragrant oils you wore were making him dizzy. all innocent, pure, is what he can describe the look on your face and he felt ashamed the way he was thinking about you now.

he yearned yet reality reminded him, what would a lady like you be with a man like him? a young soldier, who grew up in a barn, knowing nothing to please a woman or even court a woman like you. it’s forbidden, he reminded himself as he ignored the thump of his heart and the uneasiness down his trousers.

“then lady y/n it is.” he teased, snapping out of his thoughts as you frowned at him cutely.

“i suppose that’ll work.” you mumbled at him as he let out a small laugh. half of the ride consisted mostly of your conversation with koner. you liked him, the way he just seemingly comforted you. talks that held no restraints, no lies or deceits. it felt oddly good how you seemed to slowly know him, he got comfortable telling he grew up in winterfell for most of his life. his mother was a cook serving under house stark and his father was a soldier as well. he had siblings, all of them still young and he was the oldest, helping his family whatever he can do. and you, spewing some stories about your time with your own family.

“night’s nearing.” he gazed upon the horizon, the snow still falling from the sky. as he huffed out, a smoke clouding his face. you seem to glimpse a warm light nearing, craning your neck to see it clearly.

“that should be an tavern.” you pointed.

“if we continue to winterfell now, i don’t think it’ll be safe to go against a snowstorm.” he says, seeing as the clouds form above. “we’ll settle by the inn?” he nods towards the warming light amidst the snow. the sound of men laughing faint in the distance.

“that’s for the best, we can ride by morning.” you agreed as he directed the horses to there. the wind getting stronger and the coldness of the nearing night making you shiver. you drap your fur cloak tighter against your body, subtle warmth koner was emitting helping a bit as you can hear the loud chorus of men laughing and talking.

“seems like a merry night.” he chuckled as he stopped the horse, getting off as you patiently waited for him to guide your injured mare to one of the inn’s stable boys who gladly took her in. the inn was big, must have been a spot for frequent travelers. koner turned his attention to you, grasping your waist again as he helped you get off the horse.

“easy, love.” he muttered, standing in front of him. you thanked him as he guided you to the tavern’s door. you were met with the inn’s warmth, the heat of the lit fireplace setting a cozy ambiance as several men and women were drinking inside. koner stood beside you as his hand brushed against your back, guiding you two in a vacant seat. you pried off your cloak, setting the fur beside you as koner sat in front, his helmet placed neatly on the table. his set of dark locks were displayed as you glanced at him noticing the way he was observing the busy tavern.

“you two together?” a cheery voice interrupted the silence as you looked up to see a bar maiden.

“ah, yes. any rooms left for the lady?” he asked, gesturing to you.

“got one more room vacant, lad.”

“no other rooms for him?” you raised a brow as koner flushed embarrassed you were going to pay a room for him.

“i’ll be sleeping at the stables—“

“nonsense. let me repay you.” you urged, fishing out the pocket of coins in your cloak. koner was about to protest but you shushed him with a solemn look. “it’s the least i can do.”

“thank you.” koner nodded, his chest fluttered at your kindness as he looked away. feeling flustered as the woman in front of you smiled.

“i’m afraid we’re almost booked full, m’lady. as i said, i got one room vacant left.” the bar maiden offered. “but there’s no harm in sharing, you two are together, right?” your eyes widened slightly as the woman smiled at the two of you. koner seemed awkward knowing what the lady is truly implying.

“we’re not—“ you blushed yet held yourself back. “the room is fine. i-i suppose that’ll do.” you stammered as the bar maiden nodded as you handed her the coin pouch. “and a bath please. for both of us. and whatever stew you have and your finest ale.”

“yes, m’lady.” the woman scurried off, leaving a trail of awkwardness behind as you looked over to koner. you cleared your throat, the loud thump of your heart not stopping as he let out a chuckle.

“have you been here before?” you broke the awkwardness, glancing at the whole tavern. different faces of soldiers, travelers and even a few drunks roamed it.

“a few times.” koner leaned back, getting comfortable. “been here to get drunk.”

“this far from winterfell to get drunk?” you laughed.

“they got the best ale.” he shrugged, smiling. “and the best place to pass out drunk.”

“you men and your drinking.” you shook your head, a smile still on your lips as you removed your gloves. you sighed blissfully, the day getting to you.

koner grinned. “it’s a great way to pass time. to drink and wake up feeling fucked while still young. father’s always getting yelled at for getting drunk so i’m savoring the time i don’t become like him.”

“you don’t have a woman? or anyone?” you asked with faint disbelief and relief at the same time. he was attractive, surely he had someone.

he snorted. “i don’t. and i haven’t found one yet.” he claimed, keeping it vague knowing no one really batted an eye to him. at least that’s what he believes.

“i find that hard to believe.” you confessed as his cheeks turned a faint shade of red.

“really?” he squinted at you, crossing his arms to hear your explanation. he felt smug all of the sudden, he could see it, the subtle glow behind your eyes as you blushed at him. you were so obvious it was cute to witness.

“yes. y-you have the looks and you’re a gentleman, who wouldn’t?” i would. koner’s grin went wider as you looked away from his eyes, he smirked, liking the way you suddenly went back to being shy. he bit his lip, a sudden pride overwhelming him, he wasn’t sure, you were a lady from a noble house. you must be someone’s wife or what.

“and you, m’lady? are you wedded?” he asked as you met his eyes again. you shook your head, the idea of marriage still a thorn to you. you could faintly hear your mother’s nagging words that a woman’s job was to be a wife.

“no. i’m not. thankfully.” you joked as something clicked on koner’s expression. “father always wanted me to be wedded quickly. he said i have to find the right one. or they would.”

“and you haven’t been with any man?” he boldly asked, looking from your eyes to your lips. a sudden heat he felt as you sat still staring at him. usually, he knew ladies unwedded like you were prohibited to bed a man or anyone, unless you are married and to be only consummated at your wedding night. but you looked the type to listen to that idiotic rule. he mindlessly thought about it, just soft and innocent, those lips he guessed weren’t kissed just yet. roaming questions circled his mind, all thinking if you even ever had been with someone.

“yes.” you whispered softly, suddenly feeling on edge at the lack of experience you have. “is that bad?”

well, fuck. “not at all, m’lady. it’s good to be finding the right one like your father said.” he gulped a large lump in his throat. pupils dilated, you were struck with silence as you breathed out, fiddling the exterior of your dress underneath the table as you nodded.

“but do you?”

koner’s eyes trailed to yours, confused a bit at your question. “do i what?”

“do you b-believe i’ll find the right one now?” you held your gaze.

“in a tavern filled with drunkards and filthy men?” he laughed. “you should be finding ‘em in some posh place. like a fucking feast or ball.”

“i think not all in this tavern are drunkards i’d be searching for, koner.” you giggled, looking around to see he was correct. he sat quiet, his mind gearing as he processed your words as a stutter escaped his lips, the tips of his ears red. it couldn’t be—

“m’lady, the room’s ready. i’ve brought up a hot bath and gave you two our finest ale and stew.” the same lady came back with a grin. you thanked her, standing up from your seat as you turned to koner who put on a small smile for the woman yet shyly looked to you.

“i’ll stay here for a while.” koner smiled as you nodded yet felt a little disappointed he wasn’t coming with you up the room. with one final look, you were guided by the bar maiden as koner watched afar to see your figure go up the stairs. he sighed to himself, he felt giddy all of the sudden. like a young boy again with a massive crush and a raging erection hidden underneath his trousers. you were too soft, and so oblivious what you were doing, the way your eyes turned doe at the moment, an ambrosia he could not explain. a dangerous one.

shit. he needed ale. or something stronger, just to clear his head out. standing up, he stalks over to the bar, fishing a coin out as the bartender nodded at him.

“one pint.” he muttered, placing the coin in front of the old man.

“your woman, lad?” the man asked, placing the ale in front him, gesturing about you as koner took a sip as he shrugged.

“nah. just saved her from bandits.” he replied, the sweet ale covering his taste buds, still the thought of you running in his mind.

the man scoffed. “well, fuck me. you sure ‘s not your woman? or are my shitty eyes deceiving me?”

“what the fuck do you mean?” koner grunted, leaning against the bar as the old man smirked at him.

“all i’m saying, boy, is that if it ain’t your woman yet then you best be quick to swoo her, ey? took years behind the bar to not see it and not every soldier gets to fuck a lady.”

“she’s not just some fucking whore, old man.” koner glared at him as the bartender laughed.

“whatever you say. but those eyes of hers tells me otherwise.” the man shook his head. cleaning the space in front of him with a cloth. koner gulped his ale, an uneasiness from the man’s words, realizing he was contemplating. no. he couldn’t and he shouldn’t, you’re a lady he saved and by the seven gods, you barely knew him. and he barely knew you. you were just this pretty girl, too pretty for him. but that made it all so exciting for him. he knows, he surely knows there was something else between the two of you.

fuck it. he thinks, the last drops of ale he gulped as he slammed the wooden pint down with a thud. a tingly sensation surged through his veins, the strain in his pants overwhelming as a boost courage bloomed in his chest. he wiped his lips, glancing up to the stairs as he finally made the decision to follow you up. hoping this wouldn’t go bad.

“there you are, lad!” the same bar maiden met him by the top of the stairs. she was holding a bucket as she patted his shoulder with much glee. “room’s ready, it’s down the hallway! i say, your lady isn’t looking good right now. probably tired. best check up on her though.”

“is she ill?” koner questioned, suddenly worried. the bar maiden shrugged, cheekily passing by him as koner was left to wonder worriedly about you as he stalked over to the room.

•••

you leaned your head back on the wooden tub. the warm water kissed your tired skin as you sighed blissfully. the room was fairly big enough, the bed was fine and clean. you liked it, it felt more cozier than ever as the night settled in, the dim lights of the candles illuminating the dark room making it all warm. the floral notes hit your nose as you breathed in slowly. the bath wasn’t necessarily clearing your frantic mind, though it helped you relax a bit as you felt your body feel all tingly again at the thought of koner.

he’s a stranger. you repeated in your mind, knowing well the beat of your heart was saying otherwise. and the sensation below another embarrassing thing you felt. practically you were gawking at him every chance you get. you pursed your lip, a nagging feeling you felt as you couldn’t help yourself yearn for him. you’ve heard some stories from maids or even noble ladies about their nights with men. scandalous to say but your curiosity was at the best. was he like them?

you blushed furiously, it felt like your head was about to explode at the heat of your cheeks accompanied with the warm water. i’m just tired, you mercifully thought to yourself, yet your thighs rubbed together unconsciously, expecting, waiting for him to come up this instant. you know those subtle looks, witnessing the time sansa had been looking at joffrey back then. you were no stranger to it, you just didn’t have the courage now to act upon it without feeling guilty. you grumbled, annoyed, the itch fluttering in your stomach a irk you cannot stop. dammit. the sudden creak of the door gathering your attention quickly as your eyes widen before you could ask who it is.

“the lady told me you weren’t feeling well, oh—“ koner paused his steps getting in the room. he was met with another one of his foolery to not knock first, the redness in his cheeks glowed, not just from the alcohol as he stared at your bewildered expression. you, still in the tub, naked, he stammered as he felt himself feel a bit dizzy. either from the ale or his running emotions. maybe both.

you tried to cover yourself as he looked away. you suddenly wanted to laugh seeing him all so shy as you called him out. “koner. i-i’m alright?” you let out a breathy laugh.

“i-i apologize, m’lady. i should head back out—“

“n-no!” you stopped him, turning your body to face him, hiding slyly behind the tub. “i’m done with my bath, j-just wait for me on the bed. this room is yours as is mine, make yourself comfortable.” you reminded him.

“i— of course. thank you.” he nodded, still looking away from you as he set his helm on the table and sat awkwardly on the bed. you stood up, water splashing down. your body dripped wet as you carefully walked towards where the white dress gown was, a courtesy from the woman earlier telling you sleeping in your silken dress was uncomfortable to be in. koner nervously pried his gloves off and the rest of his sturdy armor. his black cloak was folded perfectly as he didn’t want to turn around yet knowing well he caught a glimpse of you naked. it made his brain chummy, the tension in his trousers a mad mess as he looked down to see a tent forming.

“i-i’m done. you can look.” oh, gods. he wanted to punch himself for reeling in at the softness of your tone. you were oblivious to see his fiddles as he stood up from the bed. you were met with the sight of him in his trousers and a cotton tunic on. your eyes greedily took in the exposed pale skin of his neck and collarbone, his arms flexed a bit as your mouth felt dry as you composed yourself. you smiled at him as he smiled back.

“the stew and ale is on the table. help yourself.” you added as he stood before you, the shyness suddenly creeping in again. “a-and i can call the nice lady for your bath, if you’d like—“

“i appreciate it, m’lady. you’ve done enough.” he sincerely said, holding himself back to kiss you right here and now.

you smiled sweetly, still not glancing up to his eyes. “it’s no problem. i owe you for saving my life.” you declared. “a-and like i said, my name will do just fine, koner.”

koner didn’t seem to listen as he was too captivated by your beauty. you looked good, too good in that nightgown. and you smelled divine, like flowers in the summer. the heavy scent flooding his nostrils, making him breathe slowly, trying to compose himself, wanting still to be a gentleman. you suddenly felt nervous, you looked upon him, he was quiet, yet the look on his face darken as you wanted his attention.

•••

“k-koner?”

“you’re very pretty.” he breathed out, finally the courage in him arising. confused if it was the alcohol in his system or that he’s just idiotically set on to woo you, a noble lady he saved from the woods. you were stunned, the sudden compliment making you shy away. the thump of your heart racing again. “i mean it.”

“y-you’ve said that countless times, koner.”

“and i won’t stop saying it.” he proclaimed, eyes shifting to your lips again. “you’re beautiful. too beautiful in this dress—”

“stop it.” your cheeks heated as you wanted to hide your face. “s-stop it with that.”

“have i upset you?” koner suddenly asked, stepping forward. the distance between you two minimal, like a few moments ago, on horseback. your back brushing against his chest.

“n-no, it’s not that.” you gazed upon him, feeling your stomach do flips again. “there’s so much you’re doing, i can’t help but f-feel…”

“feel?” koner urged, waiting impatiently as he stared down on your lips. desperate he is as you are as well. the fan of his breath tickled your nose, was this it? this moment all women were gossiping for, that heat in their core, that sudden addicting yearn you swore you never would feel. but here he was, standing in front of you, waiting respectfully as you couldn’t say it making him feel like he was too pushy now. remembering his place as a soldier.

“i-i apologize.” koner muttered, feeling rejected, no other response was made but you panicked, grabbing him the collar of his tunic to pull him in to lock your lips. the only thing you could do than spew words how much you want him.

koner froze, soft lips envelop his. the same lips he’d been pinning on, he could almost laugh at himself yet he reciprocated it with fervor he’d been holding in. you were adorable, moaning softly on his mouth, inexperienced what to do other than enjoy it. you grasp his tunic, eyes shut closed as his hands grasped your waist. circling half moons, teasing you as you gasped, he smirked, sliding his tongue in your mouth. messy, wet, warm in the inside, you feel so dizzy you were whining in his mouth as koner felt cocky you were writhing in his touch.

“you aren’t good at hiding your emotions, m’lady.” he mumbled against your lips, smirking. you pouted, making him laugh. “all that staring, and you think i wouldn’t know?”

“s-says the man who’s been hiding what’s underneath his trousers.” you countered, making you grin as his eyes widened. he pressed himself against you, you could feel him, clothed clock grinding itself on your stomach. he groaned, the friction a relief as he kissed you again, guiding your body to the bed as he towered before you.

his lips trailed down to your jaw, nipping each skin his lips could brush against as he peppered kisses on your neck. you exhaled, tangling your hands in the small ruffles of his curly hair, your thighs rubbed against each other, the known stickiness you felt dampening. this felt right, it felt good, so this is what the maids felt? you didn’t know but you knew the main part was man’s cock, you bit your lip, you already felt him. and he felt big.

“can i take this off?” he muttered against your neck, one hand grasping your dress and the other holding himself up above you. you bit your lip, his fingers teasing the ruffle of the nightgown as you nodded. in one swift movement, your dress was pulled down to your feet as he sat back to toss it on the floor. the cool air hit your skin, making you shiver, still a bit damp from your bath. you felt rather shy as you watch him gawk, muttering curses to himself as you giggled.

gods, he was about to burst seeing you bare and free before him. he crawled back to you, continuing his trail of kisses until one of your breasts were on his lips as he sucked the erect nipple making you squeal as he smirked. “such a beauty.”

he nipped, sucked, fondled the other one with his large hand. you let out a tiny moan, watching him suck on your breasts, he turned to the other one, eyeing you as he sucked again. harsher this time as you keened at it. liking the way his tongue lapped against your areola, this new sensation a wonder for you. koner loved it, love the way your tits felt, so plump and soft in his hold. but as much as he liked it, he trailed down, kissing the belly of your stomach as he shifted himself to be seated again. liking the way you were already trying to relieve tension between your legs.

“it feels f-funny down there.” you whined, your thighs clamped together, he could see your pussy on display as he licked his lips.

“what feels funny, my love?” he asked, hands grasping your thighs to pry you open. my love. your heart flutters uncontrollably, you whimpered, your hand gliding down to point at your weeping cunt.

“i-i don’t know what to do with this, koner. please…” you begged, the heat of your cunt overwhelming since the moment you met him. you really didn’t know what to do or how to relieve it.

“shh.” he shushed you as he gently parted your legs open. “i-i’ll help you. i’ll make it feel better and you’ll feel so good when i’m done with you.” he promised, you nodded frantically, relaxing a bit as you bended your knees. koner smirked, diving down to take a closer look at your unsoiled virgin cunt.

“such a pretty cunt, ey?” he whispered, kissing your thigh as you whimpered his name again.

“all for me.” he growled, the scent of your wetness making him hungry. he lapped right away, he wasn’t sure if he was doing this right but he just went with the flow, following his mind on what to do. he suckled on your bean, earning a grind on his face as he immediately suckled again as you gasped. grasping his hair tight as koner continued to brutally suck your clit.

“k-koner!” you moaned out as he turned his tongue to your opening. wetness dripping as he lapped it. licking up as he tongue-fucked you, the taste of your virgin pussy sweet and tart, so addicting, wanting more than to spend time eating your cunt out if he had the chance. he was welcomed with the plush of your thighs clamping on his face, muffling your whimpers and moans. felt like he was sent to the skies, back to the gods, died peacefully with pussy in his mouth.

“ ‘s too much!” you gasped out as he ignored you, sucking harshly, licking ferociously as his nose nudged your clit. you felt a knot forming deep within your core, like something tight was about to explode. you felt confused, scared even to this new feeling as you desperately tried to tell koner you felt like something was coming out of you. though it felt good, so good that your hips mindlessly grind against his handsome face.

“by the gods—“ you mewled, chasing that high as your orgasm struck you hard. koner lapped it up, feeling your core tighten as smothered his lips on your dripping cunt. your essence dripping down his chin. you fell limp, legs trembling a bit, koner manage to get his face off your cunt as he licked his lips. suddenly more tipsy than ever. the best he had ever tasted than the sweet ale he had drunk. heaven on his lips. he didn’t deserve this. you hazily looked up, seeing his mouth wet with your juices, a feral look on his face that had your heart jump out of your chest.

“feel better, my love?” he asked, panting slightly, wiping his mouth as you nodded gratefully. you beckoned him, wanting him to be near you, touching you again.

“take off your t-tunic, please.” you pleaded as he nodded, shrugging off the garment to the side. you admired him, heat coiling again in your core, taking in the sight of him shirtless. pale skin, lean stomach, a couple of battle scars there but still utterly beautiful to see. he was fit, his arms were a bit bulky, v-line sharp and oh, his cock was screaming to get out of his wool trousers.

“w-what about you?” you whispered as you glanced down to the bulge. he shuddered suddenly, embarrassed as he hovered above you to peck your lips. nose brushing against yours, smile evident as you were too.

“i’m alright.” he kissed the apple of your cheek. you smiled at him yet shook your head, still a bit in a stupor, you captured his lips again, this time a bit confident as you wrapped your legs around his tiny waist. you wanted him, all of him, this instant. you had enough of imagining, even if you just met him a while ago. shame was out of your head as your hands glided down his chest, to the hem of his wool trousers, ready to pull it down. yet koner gasped as your tiny hands tried to push it down making him flush furiously. his cock still hard.

“m-m’lady, are you sure?” he stared in your eyes, brown eyes dilated as he had to make sure if you wanted this. once you bed him, it’ll be over if you were to be wedded, you were young, a young noble lady that was still pure in your family’s eyes. now only to be spoiled by some foot soldier. he was panicking, worried for you and this moment that would damage your own being. you had to think carefully. even though it’ll hurt him a bit. but he wanted you so badly.

“koner.” you stared at him dumbly, seeing his worried expression. suddenly the racing thoughts of your own duty in your mind, your family. you were giving away one important asset, your own virginity, but…

damn them all.

“n-no. i want this. i want y-you. and i am certain i want you.” you strongly declared, koner’s expression seem to soften at your words. you want him? by the gods, him? he let out a airy chuckle, the room suddenly too warm as he kissed you again, this time slow and passionate as he wanted this to be special.

“what did i do to have you, m’lady?” he murmured, hands touching your soft skin again. you hummed, smiling against his lips, he was so cute.

“for one, saving me from bandits.” you giggled as he rolled his eyes, pressing his hips now on your bare cunt. his clothed erection grinding carefully, you let out a tiny moan as you felt him. desperate to feel him inside. koner was a patient man, yet this time patience wasn’t in him as he pulled himself off for a moment to fumble with trousers.

“aye.” he agreed as he smirked. “a pretty damsel in distress, ey?”

“and saved by a handsome soldier, yes, i’d say this is one good tale to t-tell.” you grinned as he tossed away the piece of fabric, revealing himself. your eyes trained down to his bare cock. you blushed, studying it, the tip was flushed red as it stood proud and large before you. was this your doing? you blushed again, knowing nothing how to please that.

“c’mere, m’lady.” he beckoned as you pouted at him at the title.

“p-please, just my name.” you pleaded, making eyes at him. he growled, grabbing your legs as you squealed at his manhandling. your legs were open again as he positioned himself between them. you let out a exhale, feeling the tip of his fat cock brush against your wet clit making you shiver with the thought of it inside of you. the act felt intimate somehow, how close he is to you, hovering above you with sweat beading his forehead. a look on his face with lust and adoration mixed in.

“y/n.” he breathed out, resting his forehead against yours, breaths mingling, hearts thumping at the same time, the candles burning amidst the vehement stare both of you would not want to look away from each other’s eyes. your name was stars above the night sky in his voice, you felt yourself melting beneath him, each syllable he had pronounce like a sweet tune you listened that made you want to hear it again and again. maybe even forever.

“i-i want you.” you repeated as you cupped his rosy cheeks, wanting him to stick that in his mind if he ever backs down again. koner felt the familiar fluttery feeling again as he kissed your palm, understanding your words clearly as he aligned himself now.

“slow and steady. it’ll h-hurt for a bit, that’s what i hear them say, bit scary. we can stop if it’s too much, just say the word.” he carefully reminded you.

“all the w-way in?” you gaped as he bashfully nodded pecking your lips, the idea of something inside you so unusual. yet all of that nerve-wracking thoughts were dispelled as he coated the tip of his cock with your slick. you mewled, liking it as he grasped himself fully to push himself inside of you.

“y-y/n. gods, you feel so good.” he groaned, your walls clamped around the head of his leaking dick, he stilled himself, feeling like he was about to burst but he shouldn’t. putting a babe inside of you was a very dangerous thing, though it made his cock harder of the thought of you round and plump with his seed. all pretty, his little pretty wife.

“feels weird.” you whispered as you looked down to where you two were joined as he slowly pushed himself in further. the burn of the stretch was there, you hissed, your walls clenching as he rubbed circles on your waist to help you ease it. so far, it felt snug but a good snug when you felt him twitch. koner let out a strangled moan as he finally sheathed himself in, bottoming in as he shifted his weight on his knees. pulling your legs up to his waist as you were panting at the sudden wave of pleasure from his movements.

he still held in his gaze in your eyes as you held it as well, never breaking. a few moments of breathing and skin flushing with heat had you nodding your head for him to finally move. he kissed you again, sloppily desperate as he rocked his hips making you wrap your arms around his back. you held on as he started grinding in, his cock rubbing your wet cavern as you moaned at it. nudging that spot that made you whimper.

“fucking tight. so tight, y/n.” he praised, your lips too swollen as he nipped the bottom. you keened grinding your hips up for more, too greedy. “ ‘s like you were made for my cock. taking me all in— shit!”

he let out a breathy laugh as he started to thrust firmly. the snap of his hips hard, his balls slapping against your cunt, making this lewd wet sound as his stomach rubbed your swollen clit. you savored it, your name being moaned out as you whined at his cock hitting that spot again. hot flashes of pleasure so good, you didn’t want this to stop.

“is all in there, ey.” one of his large hand splayed over your stomach. knowing his fat cock was plowing in you, feeling a little cocky as you clamped around him again, making him pound a bit harder. “love your little cunt, my love.”

“k-koner!” you gasped as he fucked your pussy faster, the pleasure was too overwhelming as you felt tears stain your eyes at the delicious friction he was giving you. he kissed your skin, nipped and sucked until marks show upon your neck and the flesh of your breasts. claiming you as his, his alone, the one who spoiled you, not giving two shits as well about your family.

he grunted, you mewled, kissing him desperately as you felt the familiar sensation in your stomach, where his cock was hitting you. you lifted your hips as koner felt your walls tighten harsher, gripping his cock as he thrusted in faster than ever. obscene skin slapping filled the room accompanied with your moans of his name and his groans. he twitched, wanting to cum now in your hot womb.

“gonna fill you up nice and tight. g-gonna give you my fucking seed in that virgin cunt of yours.” he dirtily promised as you nodded frantically at the idea of his essence inside you. “i’ll make you mine, ey? gonna knock you up— fucking hells.”

“yes, yes, y-yes. please! want your baby—“ you pleaded kissing his neck. he moaned out, driving himself in and out, pounding in again and again as you tightened, that sweet orgasm striking you hard.

“k-koner— oh!” your eyes rolled back, your hips started as he harshly stilled you with his hands on your waist, fingers digging in your skin as he fucked himself out with your cunt tightening around his cock. he groaned, the sensation of you cumming on his cock the best feeling he has ever felt as you he sheathed himself fully, spurts of his cum painting your walls white.

“fuck me…” he uttered out, stars in his vision as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as he slumped against your body. gods, was that the best orgasm he had ever experienced. you panted, caressing his back gently as he too was still breathing heavily. like he had just run a mile.

you felt hot inside, his cock was still snug inside of your pussy and his seed felt sticky as it leaked out of your hole a bit. yet, this post-orgasmic sensation was by far the best, felt dreamy and almost relaxing. you felt him slowly regain himself as he adjusted to be hovering above you again. his eyes were blown-out black, lips pouty and red, cheeks rosy and his curls stuck on his forehead. you smiled at him sweetly, brushing the curls off his sweaty forehead as he kissed you briefly. though a mischievous glint in his eyes said otherwise as he pulled back, smirking.

“we’re not done.” he muttered, you clenched again around him as he groaned out. chuckling darkly as you felt his cock start to harden again. you nodded, pecking his lips with a small smile. wanting more to feel his sticky cum fill you up again as you bravely challenged him.

“again, k-koner.”

•••

“a-ah!” you gripped the sheets, face turned to the side as your ass was up in the air, being pounded furiously by the same sweet man behind you. you moaned again, feeling so stuffed with his seed, still he was fucking you again and again.

“gonna cum, y/n.” he grunted, balls slapping against your cunt as his cum drip down your thighs as he eyed it greedily. gripping your ass tight as you tiredly let him fuck you, this position a lot pleasurable as you can feel all of him.

“fill me up, please.” you begged, your cheeks hot and heavy as you braced yourself at his rutting, the feeling so good.

“o-one more, my love. give me one more.” he whispered against your ear as he pressed his chest against your back, kissing your neck as his hand started to rub your clit. you whined, he thrusted again and again as you moaned out his name. hips stuttering, walls clenching, him filling you up with his cum as he groaned out, slumping forward. sweat beaded both of your bodies as he laid down beside you, pulling you to his sweaty chest as your cunt gushed out his milky cum. so perfect.

a comforting silence transpired as you listened to the beat of his heart. koner rubbed your lower back, fingers gliding on your sweaty skin making you shudder. you turned your head up to meet his eyes, seeing him so blissed out and rosy. you grinned, knowing how many times you also made him cum. koner sensed your stare as he looked down, smirking as he pecked your lips and squeezed your bare ass.

“that was w-wonderful.” you manage to blurt out, caressing his chest. shy again even though he had just fucked you so many times and naked in his arms.

“indeed.” he nodded. “they were right though…”

“hm?” you hummed seeing as he let out a airy chuckle.

“my lads told me how fucking was a life-changer. can’t believe i first fucked a beauty like you. a lady.” he shook his head, still in disbelief he had you in his arms. you raised a brow, suddenly blushing as you got the grasp of his words.

“you haven’t as well?” you asked, eyes lighting up as koner nodded.

“you are my first.” he whispered, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet promising kiss. “and i am to you as well.”

“really?” you laughed.

“it is the truth, my love.” he declared, pulling you closer in his arms as the candles started to flicker off.

“then i am h-honored, koner.” you smiled, feeling giddy as your heart thumped loudly again making you snuggle up against him. “i really like you…” you confessed, feeling a bit drowsy as your eyes started to droop into sleep.

“and i you.” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. he covered your bare bodies with the fur blanket, basking in the wonderful aftermath. he scoffed at himself as you thought about the first time he had met you a while ago, all some coincidence or maybe even fate decided you two were to be bounded together. he glanced sleepily to your warm body, smiling to himself as he felt the sleepiness take him. you two snuggled up against the soft sheets and furs,

in a cold winter night.

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winter nights | koner pt. 1

koner x fem! reader

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GENRE : nsfw/smut

WARNINGS : assault, violence, gore and smut (oral sex; f! receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, slight corruption kink, breeding kink & loss of virginity)

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a/n: s(creaming)

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“a nearby inn should be close, m’lady.”

“just meeting an old friend.” you simply replied, offering a small smile in return. “it’s been a while since i’ve been in winterfell.” you added softly.

“direwolf?” you asked, knowing the woods hold in a number of beasts. wolves, bears or what.

“just some animal, m’lady.” the older man assured, you nodded as you gently assured your horse to continue the dirt path.

“are you sure?” you asked cautiously. a snort erupted from the younger one as you mildly glared at him.

the sound of an arrow and a scream erupted.

“fucking whore broke my nose!” he roared.

“caught a posh little lamb. and a beauty as well.” one bandit commented looking at your figure from up and down. you gulped, a uneasy feeling in your stomach.

you begged. “please, i have coin. if you want—“

“p-please.” you sobbed, the other man’s grasp around making you want to puke. you’ll die, here and now. or even worse what ever they can think to do to you.

“take her to the wagon.” the man commanded the one holding you. your eyes widened as you yelled for them to stop as they started moving.

“let me go!” you shouted furiously. the man behind you glared as he forcefully tried to carry you.

“shut up—“

“nothing at all. why don’t you fuck off, eh?” the bandit scoffed as the young winterfell soldier momentarily held your gaze before turning to the man. hand resting upon his sword.

“seems like there’s something. let the lady go.” he commanded, gesturing to you. “i can pay you lots and fuck off as well, ey? let the lady go.” his voice dropped, noting he was serious.

“a-ah, koner, m’lady.” he bowed as he smiled at you. your stomach churn with that fluttery feeling. “i was nearby and saw a white mare by the road. is it perhaps yours?”

“thank you, koner.” you smiled using his name and nodded. “and yes, it is. is she…?”

“it’s no worries. let me help you.” he whispered, the closeness overwhelming your senses as his hand squeezed the side of your waist, bundle of nerves tickling you there. “can i?”

you stammered. “i— yes. you can, o-oh!”

and gods, you were beautiful. he recognizes you fairly, he knows you’re from a minor house close ties with house stark, he doesn’t remember much but he surely remembers seeing you and sansa back in the days when you were still little ladies and him, helping his mother in the kitchen while carrying a sack of potatoes. and now, a fluttery feeling arose in his chest seeing you slyly nuzzle yourself in his chest, the warmth he was emitting too comfortable for you not to bask in.

“i think i can walk n-now. thank you again, koner.” you stuttered, the cold still bothering you. he shook his head again, noticing how shyly stubborn you are.

“you’re a winterfell soldier? are you perhaps riding back to winterfell? ” you asked as he finally seated himself behind you.

“you have my biggest thanks, koner.” you said with much gratitude.

“if i may ask, m’lady. what were you doing in the woods?” koner grunted from behind. you stiffened, shrugging.

“ambushed while riding to winterfell. i hadn’t expected bandits in this side of the road. my two men were dead already and i just ran for it.” you explained, letting out a shaky sigh.

koner blinked. “to winterfell you were heading?”

“i’m just visiting.” you smiled, looking back at him. “i promised your queen to visit her once in a while. i haven’t been there since forever.” you sadly added, koner seemed to grasp your meaning. he nodded, eyes focusing on the road.