#ned/reader

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I love this so much! Ned is such a sweetie 💕

Headcanons: Crushing > First Kiss > Dating with Ned

Requested by: @youngcroissantturkeyworribler​

Pairing: Ned x reader

Gender: Neutral          Triggers: None

Notes: For anyone that might not know who Ned is, and maybe you are reading this because you just love Lee Pace (because who doesn’t). Ned is from the show Pushing Daisies, which is a very odd show, but also very good. So of course it was canceled after two seasons -_- Also, Ned’s “gift” mentioned is that he can bring someone back to life by touching them. But they can only stay “awake” for 1 minute, otherwise another being with a similar “life value”, nearby, dies. And once someone is touched and re-awakened, it can only happen once. 

he’s so cute ugh

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Crushing

❁ When you and Ned first met he had *heart eyes* immediatley

❁ So of course he was super shy, cute, and awkward af around you for a while at first

❁ But because you were really chill and nice, you got along instantly

❁ Of course you couldn’t help but find him adorable

❁ Trips to The Pie Hole became often, which he was super excited about

❁ You said you couldn’t get enough of his pies, but in reality, though his pies were really good, it was more accurate that you couldn’t get enough of his face

❁ You met Emerson soon after, and he could see the sparks between you

❁ But because he’s Emerson he didn’t really say much

❁ But Ned did not miss his somewhat judgmental looks when Ned would fail at keeping a conversation with you

❁ But Emerson liked you, and he thought that you and Ned would make a pretty good pair, though he wouldn’t say it out loud

❁ Anyways

❁ At some point Ned found out that you occasionally bake at your home, and his heart eyes for you grew in size

❁ Like, you were perfect

❁ And then things changed when you ended up finding out about Ned’s “gift” 

❁ Somehow you got caught up in one of Ned and Emerson’s cases

❁ Ned was terrified you would be scared of him, or grossed out

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Catch My Breath

~Catch My Breath by Alex Warren~

Author's Note: requested and also I love this one ngl Summary: Y/N overheard a comment about her appearance from another WAG and Luke tries to help her feel better Warnings: insecurity, mentions of weight and appearance Word Count: 5,682 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

She was a confident person. She wasn’t shy about showing off her body. She wasn’t skinny and she was okay with that. More than okay with that. It wasn’t until she started dating Luke. 

He was a professional athlete. He was tall and skinny but had amazing muscles in the process. He was everything that she wasn’t. She was happy. He made her feel beautiful in every way possible. He never made her feel less than perfect. 

It was a passing thought in her mind that his fans wouldn’t like her because she wasn’t the typical WAG. She was nothing like the other girls that were in relationships with the Devils. Reanne was her best friend out of all of them. The other girls were not as welcoming. 

She overheard one of the girls say that since Y/N was here all of the pictures would be ruined with her in them. The comment made her feel like she was in elementary school all over again.

She decided it would be best to not tell Luke. It would only create riffs between him and the teammates. Everyone was defensive of their partner and it would create unneeded tension.

She’s avoided several of the WAG only events because she was afraid of what they would say.

Tonight was supposed to be a party with the players and the partners. She was dreading on going while Luke hasn’t stopped talking about it since the plans were set in stone.

She was sitting at her vanity, staring at her reflection while she prepped her skin for makeup. Luke walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He gripped the towel tighter as his eyes landed on her frame. 

He walked closer to her, “Hey baby,” he sing-songed as he walked towards her. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze.

“Hi,” she let out softly while scanning his features. He scanned her features, his cheeks flushing in the process. He smirked as his gaze dipped towards her lips. Her perfect lips. He leaned dwon and kissed her delicately.

“So stunning,” he mumbled against her lips. She rolled her eyes playfully before she pecked his lips once more. He smirked as he leaned back, keeping his gaze low on her lips. “Did the girls say the dress code?” he asked as he started walking towards his closet. 

Her lips parted as she took a hold of her phone and opened up the group chat. Reanne had shared a photo of her attire, alongside Curtis. She was wearing a light blue sundress as Curtis was wearing a button up shirt with a pair of jeans. 

“Jeans and a nice top please,” she singsonged while she began to brush through her eyebrows. 

“Got it, baby,” he offered while walking into his closet. 

She swallowed harshly while she continued with her makeup routine, incredibly slowly. She didn’t want to go, she didn’t want to interact with the other girls. But Luke was so excited to spend time with his teammates.

It didn’t take long for Luke to walk back into the bedroom. His frame was covered in a dark green button up with a pair of dark wash jeans. Her posture straightened as she looked behind to see Luke adjusting the top button. 

She smirked as she looked his frame up and down. “You look really handsome,” she said as she met his gaze. He smiled softly as he dropped his hands to the side shyly. 

“Thank you, baby,” he said as he awwardly shifted backwards towards the bathroom. A nervous laugh left his lips. “We have to leave in like thirty minutes, will you be ready?” he asked. Her lips parted as she looked back towards the mirror in front of her. “–or we could make a fashionably late entrance,” he teased.

“I’ll be ready, I promise,” she offered as she reluctantly began to apply her makeup faster on her skin. 

“Okay,” he sang out with a soft laugh leaving his lips. 

~~~

The ride over to the team get together was only ten minutes and the entire time she was nervous. She was freaking out that the dress she picked was too tight and that it would ruin the photos. The idea of ruining the photos kept crossing her mind over and over again.

Luke spent a good ten minutes complimenting her. His hands glided along her skin as he continuously praised her appearance. She always felt so beautiful with his words and his actions. But at this moment, she couldn’t think of one thing that could make her feel good. 

Luke pulled up to the house, parking his car. Instantly, he shifted his gaze towards her. “Ready to go, pretty girl?” he asked as he scanned her features. She kept her gaze low on her lap. Nervously, she was spinning the bracelet that Luke gave her after their one year anniversary. Her eyebrows furrowed harshly as she took a deep breath. 

“Baby?” he let out softly as he reached over and took a hold of her chin and turned her head to meet her gaze. “Are you okay?” he asked softly. Delicately, he glided his thumb along her jawline as he scanned her features. Her eyes widened slightly as her bottom lip fell into a small pout for only a second.

“Yeah, let’s go,” she mumbled. Luke nodded slightly before he leaned towards her and kissed her softly. 

“Okay,” he muttered as he leaned back and began to climb out of the car. Reluctantly, she followed in pursuit as she climbed out of the car. She slammed the door shut as she nervously ran her hands along the sides of her flowy dress. She stared towards her reflection in the car window.

She took a deep breath while she took small steps around the car to meet up with Luke on the other side of the car. He tilted his head to the side while he held his hand out towards her. A small smile formed to her lips as she interlocked their hands together. 

“Come on, beauty,” he offered as he was beginning to nearly drag her towards the front door. 

Based on the amount of cars in front of the giant house, the entire team was already there. Even though they thought they were early. Luke ran his thumb over the top of her hand as he guided her towards the door.

Once they reached the front door, Luke knocked briefly before he pushed the door open. He dragged her inside as the entire living room erupted in cheers. 

“Lukey!” Jack shouted from the other side of the living room. 

“Rusty and Mrs. Rusty, how are you guys?” Curtis shouted as he and Reanne walked towards the pair, greeting them right at the door. Y/N and Reanne hugged briefly as Luke and Curtis dapped each other up. Her smiled faltered slightly as she looked over towards the group of women sitting together at one of the tables that were set up.

“We’re good, thanks for hosting,” Luke said as he met Curtis’s gaze. 

“Of course, we’ve got drinks in the fridge in the garage, food is in the kitchen, and the whole main level and basement is free reign.” Curtis explained while pointing in random directions. She took a deep breath as she wrapped her arm around Luke’s, inching closer to him.

Glancing down towards her, he guides her deeper inside. “Thanks man,” Luke uttered as the small group walked towards the kitchen area. “Do you want to eat something first or grab some drinks?” he asked quietly.

“Drinks are fine with me,” she mumbled. 

“Yes ma’am,” He nodded as they continued deeper through the house towards the back door that would eventually lead them to the garage. Luke and Y/N stopped and talked to some of his teammates on the way out. She didn’t say much, more of a small smile and hello before Luke continued to guide her through the crowd. 

They stepped outside and saw a few of his teammates standing in a circle and talking. Jack was telling a long winded story about something that happened over the summer. Luke waved towards them before he walked towards the door that led to the garage.

“Baby,” Luke muttered as he opened the door and guided themselves inside. They were alone inside of the garage. She hummed as she made her way towards the fridge. Slowly, she pulled the door open to look at the variety of options that were inside. “You’re oddly quiet today, what’s going on?”

“Oh nothing, just still getting used to everyone,” she explained as she took a hold of a Coors Light and held it behind her for Luke to take. He gladly accepted the drink as she reached inside and took a hold of a White Claw. Slowly, she shut the fridge door and spun on her heel to face him.

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly. She nodded as she walked closer to him. He stood still keeping eye contact with her. He could feel his cheeks heating up the longer he looked into her eyes. She nodded again as the corner of her lips curled up as she saw his eyes light up while looking towards her.

“I know what could relax me a little bit,” she offered as she took another step towards him.

“What’s that?” he asked as his gaze dipped towards her lips.

“Maybe a kiss,” she offered. 

A wide grin formed on his lips, “Oh I can definitely help with that,” he expressed as he took an instant hold of the base of her neck. Quickly, he pulled her towards him, kissing her urgently. A soft giggle fell from her lips as they kissed for a few seconds.

“Relaxed?” he asked against her lips. She shook her head slightly. He smirked before he pressed his lips against hers, parting their lips slightly to deepen the kiss. They stayed together like that a few more seconds before he reluctantly pulled back. 

“Much better,” she mumbled against his lips.

“Yeah?” he asked, she hummed as a reply.

The pair exited the garage and made their way towards the house once more. Luke had one thing in mind as he was making his way into the house. He was starving and he was going to drag his girl along with him in the process.

He held his hand out towards her as he walked up the small steps towards the house. Delicately, she rested her hand into his as he continued to guide her inside. Luke’s eyes danced around the group of people as they continued to glide through the crowd. 

Y/N reluctantly pulled her hand back from Luke’s. “I’m going to find Reanne,” she offered. Luke met her gaze for a second. He looked over her features for a second before he nodded. 

Her eyes landed on Reanne who was standing in the group full of the other partners of the players. She took a deep breath as she walked towards them. Reanne smiled widely towards her.

“Y/N, hey,” Reanne said, glancing towards the other girls. One of them straightened her posture, bringing her drink towrads her lips. 

“Hi guys, you all look so pretty,” she offered towards them. They smiled softly but they all walked away from them two. Y/N clenched her jaw as she looked over towards Reanne. “Did I do something?” she asked quietly. 

Reanne rolled her eyes while shaking her head, “No, they just have this idea–” 

“That a professional athlete should be dating someone tiny, right?” Y/N interrupted while looking over to Luke. He was happily putting food onto his plate and making a tiny pyramid. She clenched her jaw while he looked up towards her. He pointed to her and down towards his plate; asking if she wanted one. She shook her head. He pouted before he continued adding food to his plate.

“You look absolutely gorgeous in that dress and screw being tiny, you’re hot,” Reanne expressed while maintaining eye contact. Y/N let out a nervous laugh while rolling her eyes playfully. 

“Thanks, I appreciate that. I just wish they could at least have a conversation with me and not walk away after a few seconds,” she mumbled while she popped open the White Claw. She brought it towards her lips.

“Does Luke have any idea?”

“You mean Snoopy over there? He’s got no idea,” she expressed while letting out a small laugh. Luke was laughing with his brother as he was actively bringing a chicken tender to his mouth.

“Maybe talk to him about it,” Reanne offered.

“It’ll just create tension, I’ll get over it eventually. He doesn’t need to know,” she expressed while shaking her head slightly.

“Baby! You gotta come try this!” Luke shouted from across the living room. She lifted her head up, her eyes went wide as she met his gaze for a second. Her gaze shifted towards one of the girls who was whispering something to another one.

She nodded towards Luke before she looked back towards Reanne. “He’ll keep hollering at me, better go over there,” she offered while laughing. Reanne rolled her eyes playfully as Y/N began walking through the group of people towards Luke. 

“Baby, this is like the best chicken I’ve ever had,” he expressed as he held out a pice of it towards her. She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Lukey, I’m not hungry,” she said while laughing.

“But babe, I’m telling you,” he offered. She took a hesitant breath before she took it from his hands and took a bite. She nodded along with him. “Right, right?”

~~~

It was late and Luke was on his way back from a roadtrip with the team. She was trying to stay awake but it was past three in the morning and she was exhausted. She was lucky that she didn’t have work in the morning.

She was half asleep on his side of the bed, like how she did every roadtrip he was gone. It was a difficult one this time around. Ever since that party a few weeks back, her mind has been busy. 

She was subconciously eating a lot less and working out a lot more. Exercise was always something that she loved to do. She loved hot yoga classes and lifting. During the off season, her and Luke would work out together quite often. She was healthy. But she wasn’t fully sure why she was so full all of a sudden. It was odd. 

Luke walked into the bedroom, quietly as he could. He dragged the suitcase towards his closet and kept it there. He smiled softly as he saw her laying on his side of the bed. He’s only saw her like this a few times in the past, taking note of how she only lays on that side when he’s gone. 

He took a deep breath as he walked towards the bathroom to take a quick shower. He needed to get the smell of the plane off of his body. Y/N also hated when he laid in bed after coming straight from the airport. 

Walking into the bathroom, he flipped the light switch on. His eyes landed on an at home scale near the bathtub in the corner of the bathroom. He furrowed his eyebrows harshly, he didn’t know they had one; let alone that Y/N used one. He leaned down and took a hold of it and walked towards the bathroom closet and quickly rested inside of it.

He shook it off, understanding that it probably means nothing. Without hesitation, he began to pull his clothes off to take a fast shower.

It didn’t take him long to finish his shower. He grabbed a pair of sweats that rested on his bathroom counter and slid them up his frame quickly. A sigh of relief left his lips as he quickly walked back out of the bathroom towards the bedroom. He smiled softly as his gaze landed on Y/N again. 

He smiled softly while he rounded around the bed. He kneeled down and reached towards her and brushed a few pieces of hair away from her face. “Baby,” he whispered. She stirred slowly but remained asleep. Luke smiled widely as he leaned towards her, pressing his lips against her forehead. “Wake up, baby,” he mumbled while he continued to brush her hair behind her ear. 

Slowly, she squinted her eyes while taking in a deep breath. Her eyes flickered open as a small sleepy smile fell to her lips. “My boyfriend,” she mumbled. He smirked as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her forehead once more. “Hi baby,” she whispered, finally meeting his gaze. 

“Hi beautiful,” he whispered. 

She reached towards him, resting her hand on the base of his neck. “I’ve missed you,” she mumbled while looking into his eyes. 

“I’ve missed you too, baby,” he whispered as he leaned towards her, he kissed her delicately. “But move off my side–” he mumbled against her lips. She giggled as she rolled onto her back as her hand slid from his neck.

“Make me,” she muttered. A sudden laugh left his lips as he reached beneath her and tugged her closer to him. “Luke!” she let out through a laugh as he lifted her up in the air. “Luke Hughes!” she shouted through another laugh while she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“I’m just doing what you said, baby,” he whispered as their eyes connected, “You said make me,” he teased. 

She tossed her head back as he delicately rested her onto her side of the bed. Luke sat beside her and instantly took a hold of the side of her neck. He delicately glided his thumb down the center of her neck. She leaned her head back down to meet his gaze.

Their eyes connected as Luke’s cheeks began to pink up. He ran his thumb along her skin. The corner of her lips curled upward as he leaned towards her pressing his lips against hers delicately. She didn’t hesitate to kiss him back as she took a hold of his cheeks and pulled him towards her.

“Move off my side–” she teased.

“Oh shut up,” he mumbled against her lips as he climbed on top of her. Giggles both fell from their lips as he rested both of his hands beside her head. Her hands glided down his chest as he deepened the kiss as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She hummed against his lips while he slowly toyed with the strap of her tank top.

~~~

The following night they were both sitting on the couch watching the movie The Edge of Seventeen. She practically begged him to watch it, it’s been one of her favorites for a long time. Her legs were draped over his lap as he was delicately running his hands along her thighs absentmindedly. 

His eyes widened as the idea of a late night snack popped into his head. He couldn’t think of the last time they’ve gone out for a late night ice cream mission. He would never admit it to the training staff but there would be a lot of nights where him and Y/N would go out on late night walks and get ice cream or frozen yogurt.

He turned his gaze towards her, smiling softly as he looked over focused features. “Baby,” he let out in a hushed tone. She turned her head to the side, meeting his gaze. “I have an amazing idea,” he asked teasingly.

“Oh really?” she shot back laughing quietly before looking back towards the TV screen.

“Let’s go get some ice cream,” he expressed excitedly as he tapped his hands onto her thighs. 

He was expecting a wide smile but she barely reacted. “I don’t really have a taste for it tonight, I’m sorry baby, but you should go get some,” she offered without looking towards him. A frown fell to his lips as he scanned her features. 

“Since when do you not have a taste for ice cream, Darling,” he asked softly.

“Careful Lukey, you keep taking me to get ice cream you’ll end up with a fat girlfriend,” she said in a joking manner while rolling her eyes playfully. 

Luke didn’t find it funny, he didn’t care if she gained weight or if her body changed; he would love her no matter her appearance. He would find her sexy and stunning in every way possible. He didn’t know how to handle the situation. If he took it too seriously, she may react badly. And if he joked back, she may get hurt. 

“Okay, and?” He drew out the word. She let out a breathy laugh as she looked towards him.

“I’m just warning you,” she offered as she pulled her legs off of his lap as she sat up straight. 

“No need to warn me, I would have more to love, baby,” he said softly. She rolled her eyes playfully as she stood up from the couch with a soft laugh leaving her lips. Luke leaned back as he watched her movements very carefully. 

Slowly, she walked towards him. Carefully she climbed onto his lap. His eyes widened as he instantly rested his hands onto her hips. He squeezed her hips for a second as he looked deeply into her eyes. She rested her hands onto the base of his neck. She dragged her thumbs along the side of his neck. 

“You’re so cheesy,” she mumbled as she tilted her head to the side. 

He took a deep breath while clenching his jaw for a second. “Do you really think I would care about that stuff? I would be in love with you no matter how much you weigh, you know that right?” he offered as he slowly glided his hands along her frame.

She took a deep breath, “I know but I would want you to still find me attractive,” she offered, dropping her gaze towards their laps. His eyes widened as a scoff fell from his lips.

“I would find you so fucking sexy and beautiful no matter what, baby,” he offered while he raised his hand up and took a hold of her cheek. Her breath caught in her throat as their eyes connected. She watched as he urgently scanned her features. “Where’s this coming from, my love?” he asked quietly.

She wanted to tell him the truth that some of the girls’ comments have made her self conscious and more insecure than normal; but she still didn’t want to start anything with them and the other players.

“I’m just having a rough week, that’s all,” she offered as she leaned down toward him and pressed her lips against his delicately.

“You know what fixes a rough week?” he questioned as he tilted his head back against the top of the couch.

She rolled her eyes playfully, “Ice cream,” she answered for him. He nodded encouragingly as he fought off a wide smile by biting his bottom. “I thought dating a professional athlete would make me a healthier person,” she offered as she climbed off his lap and began walking towards the front door of the apartment.

Luke shot up from the couch, leaning down to take a hold of the TV remote and pausing the movie. Luke began following after her. “You picked the wrong athlete then, my love,” he teased as he jogged towards her.

 He reached towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back towards him. “You started dating a guy who’s nickname is Rusty, that’s on you,” he continued as he pressed his lips against her neck.

“That’s so right,” she teased back as she pulled away from his grasp. “How could I forget?” she continued while spinning around to meet his gaze.

“No idea,” he said sarcastically as he had a wide grin on his lips. “Let’s go,” he offered excitedly. 

“I don’t want a lot,” she pointed an accusatory finger towards him. He nodded encouragingly. 

“Whatever you want, Darling,”

~~~

Luke was home alone while she was gone at work and the comments she made yesterday were constantly circling his mind. He cooked her breakfast, just so he knew that she ate something during the day. 

He was sprailed out on the couch, staring towards the ceiling fan. His heart was slamming hard against his chest as he contemplated on doing something that could probably end up being dumb. 

He was not someone who liked to go to his mom for advice. He liked to be independent and rarely would seek advice from anyone for that matter. But something kept circling his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about what else could be going on with Y/N. He hated that she was even having thoughts like that. He needed to knwo if there was anything that he was doing to make her feel like that. 

Clenching his jaw, he pulled up his mom’s contact information and selected the call option. He brought the phone up to his ear as he stood up from the couch. He began to pace back and forth as he heard it ring and ring. 

It took a few too many rings in his opinion for her to answer the call but she answered. “Lukey! Sorry, I couldn't find my phone!” she explained through a small laugh. Luke smiled as he heard his mother’s voice.

“Hi Mom, how are you?” he asked, trying to get the pleasantries out of the way. He smiled as she explained how her week has been going. She talked about all the highs and lows, excited to hear her youngest son’s voice. Luke engaged in the conversation, genuinely listening to every detail. He would ask questions, excited to hear the stories of how her life is going.

“Anyways, son, how are you?” she asked excitedly. 

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Luke began as he stopped in the center of the living room, glancing towards the door; almost as if Y/N would interrupt the conversation.

“What’s going on?” she asked quietly. 

He took a deep breath as he clamped his mouth shut. He looked towards the ceiling. “I don’t even know how to bring it up,” he asked while shaking his head. “I’m worried about Y/N,” 

“Okay,” his mom said softly as he took another deep breath as his gaze landed on the photo collage that she put up on their wall. It was a collection of photos over the last few years of them. His favorite photo was a photo that Jack took of them while at dinner. It was a candid moment for them where they were smiling softly towards one another.

“She said something last night about me not finding her attractive anymore if she gains weight or something like that. I told her that I didn’t care about that and that I’d love her and find her beautiful no matter what but I don’t know if that made anything better for her. I don’t know if she was joking or if she actually feels that way or if I make her feel that way. She didn’t seem like she was mad or anything, she said it as if she was joking but I can’t stop thinking that she isn’t joking,”

His mother didn’t say anything at first, mostly processing everything that Luke was ranting out. She took in every single word he said and took a few seconds to process the information. She took a hesitant breath on her end of the phone as she took a few seconds to begin to reply.

“If you were making her feel that way she wouldn’t have even made the joke to begin with. She would blame you if you were making her feel that way,” she explained. “I think you just keep being you Lukey. You have to just make sure she feels loved and confident. You have to just keep making her feel good.” she explained.

“I thought I was doing that already, I didn’t realize that she was feeling like this at all,” 

“When did you notice that she was feeling off?” she questioned. He stopped short and looked towards the ceiling. 

“I guess–I only really noticed it last night. God, I’ve been an awful boyfriend,” he mumbled as he wandered towards the couch as he suddenly needed to sit down.

“You haven’t been awful, Luke. She might be really good at hiding her feelings.”

“I should still be able to know if she’s feeling like that, I should be able to see that she’s feeling bad,” Luke ran his hand through his hair.

“Try and find out what is making her feel like that, Lukey, it cannot hurt to ask her what is making her feel like this. I know that you are not the reason she is feeling not like herself. I know my son and I know that you love her with everything that you have. I believe that you can make this all better for her.” 

Luke didn’t say anything as he nodded slowly. He felt tears brim his eyes as he straightened his posture. He leaned back as he glanced towards the door, waiting for her to come home.

“Luke?” his mother offered.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to her but what if she says it’s something that I’m doing?” he asked as his voice cracked slightly.

“Then you fix it because you love her,” she said urgently.

The door was pushed open and Y/N entered the apartment, she was keeping her gaze low. He cleared his throat as he stood up from the couch. “I am–I have to go, Mom. I love you an–and thank you,” he expressed before he hung up the phone. 

“Hey honey,” she mumbled as she rested a few bags onto the kitchen counter, “I got you a few things, I wasn’t sure if you would like them but I–” she stopped short as she met Luke’s gaze from across the apartment. He was awkwardly standing still as he rested his hands onto his hips. “Luke, you okay?” she asked with a breathy laugh leaving her lips.

“I found a scale in our bathroom the other day, but I thought we never had one. I didn’t question it but I think now that I should’ve.”

“Honey–”

“You made that joke yesterday but I don’t think that you were joking. I think something happened an–and you’re not talking to me about it. I don’t ever want you feeling worried about your appearance or who you are; because I think you are perfect in every way possible. I think you are the most amazing and most beautiful person I’ve ever met and it makes me feel horrible that you could think anything different for even a second,” 

As he spoke he continued to make his way towards her before he stopped talking he took a hold of her waist and met her gaze. He looked deeply into her eyes to make sure that she heard every word that he was saying. Tears began to brim her eyes as she nodded along to every word that he was saying.

“Luke,” she mumbled as she shook her head. 

“You are everything to me and I don’t ever want you feeling less than that,” he explained as he raised his hand up and took a hold of her cheek. He glided his thumb along her skin.

“Okay,” was all she was able to muster up while she reached towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her tightly against his chest.

“What happened?” he asked quietly. She squinted her eyes harshly as she rested her head against his shoulder. She didn’t reply at first as she ran her hand into Luke’s hair as she took in a deep breath. She never wanted him to find out. She never wanted to create anything, force any conversation with him and his teammates about their partners.

“One of the girls made a comment that I would ruin the pictures because I’m bigger than the rest of them. It got to me but I’ll get over it,” she explained as she pulled her head back. His eyes widened as his lips parted.

“Which girl?” Luke questioned, his heart slamming hard against his chest.

“Luke, it’s not important, I’ll get–”

“No it is because if they are making you feel like this I need to know who it is,” Luke expressed as he tightened his grip around her waist.

“I’m only telling you because it’ll suck for a while but I’ll be alright. There’s no need for you to create any problems with your teammates and the girls. I promise,” she explained as she dragged her hands across his shoulders.

“Well, I’m going to be looking at each girl and trying to figure out who could say such a dumb thing–”

“Luke, I’ll be okay,” she mumbled while forcing his gaze towards her.

“If we’re at a party, can you at least point her out so I don’t have to be nice to–”

“Lukey, you have to be nice–”

“I don’t have to be anything, she made you feel like shit, she doesn’t get nice,” he explained as he swayed her body back and forth subconsciously.

“You’re literally the best boyfriend a girl could ask for, you know that?” she said as she tilted her head to the side. He scanned her features for a few seconds before he leaned towards her and delicately pressed his lips against hers. She hummed into the kiss while pulling his head towards her.

“I love you so much, beautiful,” he mumbled against her lips as he leaned down to take a hold of her legs. She jumped up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Can I show you how much?” he mumbled again. She nodded encouragingly as a nervous giggle fell from her lips.

[xxnymeriatargaryenxx]

Ok but like… the way that Cregan Stark is such a wife-guy

Like he’d be the man who’d have his arm wrapped around his wife when shit would be going down during court. Both for his wife’s protection and for her comfort (his too)

He’d absolutely SWOON if he saw his wife and Rickon playing and enjoying their time together. He’d just admire her every time she spent time with their children, no one can convince me otherwise. He’s a tough northerner, but he’s a family man down to his CORE

He would SO encourage and support his wife in anything she wanted to do. Archery? You go hit a bullseye for me. Sword fighting? Any particular sword you want made for you, he’ll have it ready. A diplomat? Good, the north needs more of those, go get em tiger. Anything his wife does is automatically perfect in his eyes

Don’t even get me started on how he’d always want to have a hand on his wife. (A personal headcanon of mine, is that he’s touched starved). Now hear me out! The man was orphaned as a child, anyone who loved him died, and the ones that didn’t love him tried to usurp him. I would assume he didn’t get that many cuddles in that environment

So! As soon as he sees his wife, he wants her touch. He would so wrap his arm around her shoulder or waist (even more so if she was pregnant), he would kiss her forehead, he would hold her, I just feel that being touched means a lot to him. Which is why I also think he would want to be as close as possible, when they’re having sex. Like he would press his chest to hers, wrap his arms around her waist to hold her close, kiss her relentlessly, rest his forehead against her, pound her into the mattress like she wasn’t close enough, just all of it! (I can confirm, I was the bed)

Anyways, touched starved Cregan Stark supremacy! Cregan Stark wife-guy supremacy! Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

YES YES YES

that man is touch-starved to the max so he literally craves domesticity and values family above all.

he is a stark man who takes his marital vows very seriously, meaning, no mistresses or brothels. this man is strictly monogamous!! nobody can come close to the way his wife makes him feel.

and nothing is sexier than a man that thrives in being a husband and a father 😫🦋 after seeing how good his wife is with rickon, it just intensifies these feelings more. his desire to breed and procreate becomes almost animalistic.

seeing his wife pregnant works him up in the best way🔥🤰 he can’t take his eyes off her full form, even when she is doing mundane things like talking with her maid, or petting the horses at the stable with rickon.

not to mention his wife’s sex drive has blasted through the roof since her pregnancy…. so pregnancy sex has happened 🌊 but he’s always so patient and respectful 😭😭💗💗 he waits for his wife to initiate it first because he secretly loves how feral she gets 🤭 when she starts kissing down his jaw and his neck and then whining in his ear and biting down gently on his earlobe…. it takes everything in him not to pound into her ‼️ the pregnancy hormones are radiating off her and he can’t get enough.

(however to his wife’s dismay, he does ban sex in the late 3rd trimester for safety reasons 🥲 with their size difference, he just won’t risk it).

[halles-notebook]

hear me out. (also i’ve apparently risen from the dead?) jon snow x pregnant!reader.

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“we’re having a baby.” 4 words, 6 syllables, and yet his world was entirely, utterly changed. jon snow grew up 10 times more fortunate than most bastards, and yet 10 times less fortunate than his siblings. he was constantly stuck in a battle between the two halves to his whole, the part that told him to be grateful that he wasn’t slaughtered or abandoned, and then the half of him that was just a boy who wanted to be given the same respect and treatment as his brothers and sisters.

that part of him, the part that was just a boy longing for affection, was broken. it was shattered and torn so badly throughout the years that even the strongest, most skilled warrior wouldn’t be able to beat it back into shape. until you came along, not as a soldier or skilled warrior, but instead the opposite. a giver.

you burst into his life as the sun would a new day, energetic with lots of love to spare, shooing away the darkness that was residing in the night. after your entrance, which glued back together the fragmented pieces of his sorrowful world, he wondered how he was able to live without you at all, perplexed beyond belief how he managed to survive all those years without his sun to come home to, his light to fend off the darkness.

and so, despite all of those rightfully concerned voices that inhabited the back of his mind, asking him how he could care for a child when he never personally experienced how one should, he smiled.

he smiled a watery, wholly devoted smile that could be mistaken for broken to those looking in, but how could he ever be broken again when he had his own repair-person in his life? besides, you knew. you knew what his quivering lips were trying to convey, knew what his shimmering eyes wanted to tell, because it was you. and you could always look beyond his eyes and straight into the depths of his soul.

so, he did the only thing he was capable of at the moment. he lowered himself to his knees, humbling himself before you, and wrapped the arms that have been bruised and been the bruiser around your waist, allowing his forehead to rest against your stomach that was somehow miraculously carrying a mix of both you and him.

your hands, soft and untainted, the very hands that carefully realigned his world, buried themselves into his tangled, soft curls, gently massaging his scalp as you stood there with the patience of a saint, allowing him the necessary moments he needed to collect himself and pretend he wasn’t crying (he was).

and when he was ready, he looked up into your eyes with an expression that can only be titled complete dedication, and you were more certain than ever that your child would have the best father to roam the seven kingdoms, better than either you or jon ever did.

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tags: @dipperscavern

[llonelygoddess]

Yandere House Stark Headcanons

A/N: I ended up not doing Bran and Rickon only because I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later and they were a little difficult to write for. If you'd like to see headcanons for them I can definitely make another post for them, just let me know.

Let's say you are a low born person looking for refuge in Winterfell after your village was sacked by Wildlings. You had hoped to find some tavern to hold up in or even a brothel, but unbeknownst to you the Stark family kept an eye on newcomers. When they received news of your arrival, they requested your presence. It was only to talk about the possibility of nearby Wildlings, but when YOU showed up beaten and scared for your life- how could they not offer their Stark hospitality?

This is where the yandere tendencies begin.

Ned Stark, as a yandere, is protective and definitely has a savior complex. He's an honorable and just man that can't help but bring home strays, so when he sees you it's like finding Jon all over again. A deep sense of responsibility comes over him and he knows in that moment that you are just as much his as any of his kids. From that day forward he assigns a room for you in the castle and a handmaiden to keep you company, not that you'll be needing it. The family of course is shocked at his sudden interest, but they all love to see him happy and nothing makes him more happy than seeing you taken care of.

Now Catelyn is initially worried that Ned has taken a romantic interest in you, but when she sees the way you both interact she understands the fatherly bond he is trying to create very similar to his own kids. It didn't take long for her to fall into her own yandere tendencies; checking in on you in the mornings, making prayer wheels even when you're not sick, helping in the kitchen to make sure your food was perfect ( and not poisoned). She takes her role as your surrogate mother very seriously,sometimes to the extent of watching you sleep or ordering guards to discreetly watch over you and report back. Her biggest worry is that you'll be taken away from them so she takes extra precautions to keep you safe.

Robb is head over heels for you instantly. Man is down bad. Much like his father, Robb has a savior complex and finds himself wanting to be YOUR savior always. He does this by training extra hard with Jon, keeping an eye on you at all times, and giving threatening looks to any man or woman who gets too close to you. He doesn’t mean to scare away any potential friends but he does mean to scare away potential lovers. He couldn’t bear to see you with anyone outside the family, and even then he has a sword up his butt about it. 

On the other hand, Jon takes a while to warm up to you. He loves his family and is vicious to outsiders who could harm them. Eventually, seeing how you interact with everyone makes him a tad jealous. Not of you, but of his family and how easily they can approach you. I definitely see Jon as an overprotective/stalker yandere with strong jealous tendencies that make him beg for your approval. He finds himself wherever you are, lurking in the background, waiting for the right moment to catch you alone. Jon feels like himself around you and the more time you spend together the more addicted to your presence he becomes. 

Theon is hands down THE worshiper of the group. It's a hot take for sure but as a yandere, I see Theon's insecurities and fears taking over, slightly similar to reek!Theon. He sees you as a deity, above the Lords and Ladies, even above the King/Queen themself. If it were up to him he'd be the one giving you your meals, running your baths, standing by your side as guard. He cherishes your very presence and hopes one day you'll see his never ending loyalty to you and only you. 

Sansa is very quiet about her obsession, you almost couldn't tell. She's the perfect friend, always sitting next to you at meals, gossiping about the Lords and Lady's of court, and helping you stock your wardrobe. Whatever hobby you choose to pick up, she's always there to praise you in your efforts and guide you in whatever way she can. She especially loves teaching you how to embroider as it's her specialty. It was all but normal until you came upon her private journal filled with both your names in beautiful cursive surrounded by hearts. You begin to notice the closeness she silently demands, eyeing everyone else to stay away. You see the way she longingly watches you from afar when you choose to spend time with anyone else. And your dresses, that you both so carefully picked out, seem to have a little embroidered "SS" on the nape of your neck.

Arya sees you as her golden older sibling, the one who can do no wrong. She is constantly dragging you around Winterfell - riding horses and trying to shoot arrows (and failing lol). She finds comfort within you, the only person who doesn't expect anything of her except to be herself. And for that she will never leave your side. Most nights you'll find her trying to sneak into your room to share a bed, but whether she can get past the guards Ned and Catelyn have posted outside your door is another story.

[axelsagewrites]

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Warnings/Guides

【P】Platonic【P】 🆇Smut 18+🆇

Request Line Up and Request Rules

♡ Jon Snow ♡

🆇What he's like in bed🆇

Blind date

🆇Milady🆇

🆇Home Alone🆇

🆇Price of My Secrecy 🆇

Relationship Moodboard

🆇Couldn't Resist🆇

♡ Robb Stark ♡

Best Friend

Marriage night

🆇Dream🆇 🆇part two🆇

Frey Girl 🆇part two🆇

🆇I miss you🆇

Cloak

Honey Cakes (cloak part two or standalone)

Comfort

Sweet Girl

🆇NSFW Alphabet🆇

🆇Good girl🆇

Yearbook

Don't Die For Me

🆇Little Secret🆇

🆇Can't Catch a Break🆇

Goodnight Dear Husband

♡ Sandor Clegane ♡

Most People Say Goodbye Part One - Part Two

🆇Brat🆇

♡ Beric Dondarrian ♡

Home

♡ Thoros of Myr ♡

Favourite Friend

♡ Brienne of Tarth ♡

【P】Queen in the North and South【P】

♡Ned Stark♡

🆇MiLord🆇

🆇Wife🆇

♡Ramsay Bolton♡

🆇My Father Would Kill Me🆇

🆇Catch You🆇

🆇How Far Would You Go🆇

🆇Appreciate You🆇

🆇Bath🆇

🆇Little Mouse🆇

♡Roose Bolton♡

Perhaps

Not Yet

♡Edmure Tully♡

【P】Who We Call Family【P】

My Queen My Love

♡Theon Greyjoy♡

Dream of Sweet Memories

🆇Give it back🆇

♡Sansa Stark♡

Roommates

🆇NSFW Alphabet🆇

🆇What's This?🆇

Surprise Visit

♡Podrick Payne♡

🆇Praise🆇

♡Daenereys Targaryen♡

🆇My Queen🆇

♡Jamie Lannister♡

🆇Extra Credit🆇

♡Oberyn Martell♡

🆇Duty🆇

♡Margaery Tyrell♡

🆇Ropes🆇

♡Cersei♡

🆇Morning🆇

♡Tormund♡

🆇Real Man🆇

🆇Use your words🆇

♡ Yara Greyjoy ♡

Flirting

Preferences/Multicharacter

🆇Company🆇 - Yara and Ellaria threesome

🆇What they're like in bed🆇 – Robb, Jon, Sandor, Podrick

How they react to teasing – all

🆇What They're Like in Bed🆇 – Margaery, Sansa, Danny, Yara

Share pt1 🆇Competition pt2🆇 🆇Wait p3🆇 - Robb and Jon

🆇Hook ups🆇 - Theon and Jon

Love Languages - Jon, Robb, Bran, Tormund, Podrick, Oberyn

Thanks for any support I appreciate it all xoxo Sage

Dividers from here and here from @saradika

Post topper made on Canva

[writingsofwesteros]

Can we get a smutty Ned Stark x Targaryen!princess wife for kinktober 2024?

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

The soft moans were a frequent sound from the Lord of Winterfell’s chambers, even after these many years of marriage and pups Ned had given her. Still, the desire that ran through the Princess for her husband was like the fire her family was famed for. It seemed the old wolf was no different as his hold on her only tightened. Their lips passionately touched as Ned gently reached for her bright locks and brought his love impossibly closer. His grey eyes burrowed into her bright ones as soft groans of pleasure escaped him. His wife so prettily sunk down on his fat, already leaking cock. His larger hands slowly moved up her sides as the top of her pretty, silk dress began to fall.

“Never did I think I would have my own Targaryen Princess,” Ned purred in her ear as he pressed open mouthed kisses down her neck. The act alone caused her to shiver as their noses brushed together for a moment. The Lord of Winterfell began to press soft, open mouthed kisses down her bare neck as goosebumps followed his travels. His hot mouth soon captured her pretty, pink nipple that had only pebbled some more. The Princess slowly began to rock against him; her hands reaching for those broad shoulders to steady herself. Her head fell back as began to bounce herself; Ned lazily leaned back and allowed her to do all the work. She was such a beautiful sight; Ned could not resist watching.

“You have me - always.” She whispered her promise breathlessly as her fingers slowly moved through his hair. Ned hummed as he leaned closer; his hot mouth taking her pretty, pink nipple once more as soft mewls of pleasure escaped her. Her own hand slowly moved up and down his chest as her bouncing continued. His larger hands slowly moved to her hips now; guiding her against him whilst Ned moaned her name; his head falling back. How could she still be so tight, he thought to himself before his free hand was soon palming at her breast once more. Ned leaned in; brushing their noses together as her stomach began to tighten in anticipation.

Ned had never thought he would ever be this close to a Targaryen; never mind her being the mother to his heirs. His heart had been won over easily by the Princess and the love had only ever grown between them over the years that had passed so quickly. His thoughts were soon pushed away as his own pleasure began to take control. “My love,” the Princess cooed as she used his shoulders for leverage as his fat cock bullied her sweet, spongy spot with ease. He knew her body like the back of his hand as did his love. They were each other's missing parts. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoed in their chambers as her mewls of pleasure soon followed. 

His fingers were soon brushing against her clit; rubbing again and again as his wife tried to keep bouncing. Ned could only groan as she clamped down on his twitching cock. The Lord only captured her pretty clit between two knuckles as she cried out his name. It was not long before the act pushed his wife over the edge. She squirts around his cock; collapsing against his chest as Ned only fucks her through her climax. His hand reaches into those bright locks of hers and keeps his Lady wife impossibly closer. His own hips continued to rock against her; building her climax up once more. Ned was never satisfied with his wife only having one release.

The night usually would end with the wolf between her thighs; feasting with hunger for her like no one before him. His sweet Lady could hardly keep her mind clear as she whimpered so sweetly in his ear once more. Her toes curled as her sweet breasts brushed against his chest again and again with her bouncing movement resuming. His hand stroked up and down her bare back as she only cuddled him some more. Gods, it felt good to be this close to him. She never wanted to be separate from him, even after all this time; their love had only grown. “I want another child,” she whispered into Ned’s ear as her kisses began to travel down his neck. His stubble caused shivers down her spine.

“We have enough heirs, my love.” The Lord of Winterfell replied as his free hand soon returned to her perky, ample breast. His mind flashed to when he could pinch her pretty, pink nipple and milk would flow down with ease. “Do you not want another, hmm?” She teased as his head leaned closer; his tongue moving over her pebbled nipple. Ned only hummed against her soft body; his larger hand reaching for her arse as he guided her movements once more. It seemed his actions spoke for himself as his wife giggled in his ear again. Oh, she knew how to control her wolf, that's for sure. It was never too hard; Ned was such an easy man and loving - it was what she loved about him.

It helped that he seemingly knew everything about her body and how to bring her to the most intense moments of pleasure. But more importantly; Ned made her feel safe in this world that seemingly only hated her. His embrace was warm and loving. It was all she could ask for and desire, she thought to herself as his lips found hers once more. Their tongues danced as she moaned his name like he was one of their Gods. Her hand reached for those locks of his as the act only deepened. She began to suck on his tongue as she gently shook against his chest. Ned only chuckled as he watched her lose control again but he was no better. His cock twitching against her gummy walls.

Her sharp gasp echoed as his Lady’s hold tightened on his shoulders as she creamed around his fat cock. Ned could only grunt as he pushed deeper; his own release ripping through him. Their lips lovingly met as his cum flooded her with ease. “I love you,” Ned whispered into her ear as their noses brushed together once more.

[rise-my-angel]

More headcannons about the Starks being doms!!! Pleaseeeee!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay starting off saying, all Stark men are doms, just in different ways. But let's start from the eldest down.

Brandon Stark:

Easily a hard dom. He was short tempered and described as very distinctly as having "wolfs blood". He loved fighting and always kept his sword sharp and with him. I have a distinct theory that he was a power bottom, preferring women on top of him but without actually giving them that control. Probably didn't talk a lot, and when he did was just purposely filthy. He also definitly liked to take things rough, considering Barbrey Dustin says this about him.

"I still remember the look of my maiden’s blood on his cock the night he claimed me. I think Brandon liked the sight as well. A bloody sword is a beautiful thing."

That is some hard dom behavior right there.

Eddard Stark:

If there was a Stark who was closest to a switch then the others, it would be Ned. But I think that is more because Ned is just rather vanilla in comparison. There is zero reason to believe Catelyn likes being in charge in the bedroom, but I also think Ned is far more of a soft dom. Not very talkative, probably more intimate, and he doesn't push Catelyns limits. But he does in fact, go hard.

The man gave her five children, and Catelyn literally implies in the first book that Ned fucked her so hard she was in that afterglow pain only a man who goes rough can give.

"Her loins still ached from the urgency of his lovemaking. It was a good ache."

Submissive men do not fuck so urgently they leave their wife laying in bed sore as fuck from getting pounded. Ned is probably the least kinky of the present Starks, but certainly still a soft dom.

Benjen Stark:

We see he has a very dominant personality, how easily he takes control of a conversation and establishes himself as someone to be listened too, but considering he clearly joined the Nights Watch at an early age, it's safe to say Benjen grew up a man whom was just not involved in sexual encounters.

If he did fuck, he'd likely be more of a soft dom with a side that likes to tease and be playful, but I assume he's either never or had very little sexual encounters to say for sure what he'd be like as one. But in his everyday personality, he certainly commands authority when necessary which is proof of dominance enough for me.

Robb Stark:

If there is the biggest example of a hard dom, it's Robb. This man takes you like a goddamn wolf. Flipping you onto your hands and knees, shoving you further into the furs of his bed, going fast enough you can't catch your breathe and rough enough that you feel him well into the next day. He will yank you up to his chest and purposely mutter depraved shit in your ear, mock you for your pleasure knowing it works you up more when he does it. Calling you derogatory sexual terms in bed to keep you in that subspace (he doesnt say them to hurt your feelings you know its all part of a kind of rougher roleplay essentially).

We've seen him take command in every situation. He knows how to seize control of a conversation even with opponents as difficult as Jaime Lannister. He doesn't falter, knowing he has everything in his favour and is sure of himself. Putting men twice his size like Greatjon Umber in his place but still managing to secure his upmost dedicated loyalty at the same time.

Robb probably the most forgets to be romantic in bed, but he makes up for it any other time. It's just in bed, when Robb is fucking you, he is rough and mean. You both know its with love and you both like it, but he is a true hard dom.

Jon Snow:

If his brother is the definition of a hard dom, Jon is the definition of a soft dom. Jon is incapable of being mean to you, truly being mean. He'll never whisper filth for the sake of it, never try to mock or embarrass you, will never use anything close to something derogatory towards you in what he calls you. Jon is passionate, raw, and very intimate about sex with you, and he needs a lot of both skin to skin contact and he needs to be able to kiss you as much as he wants.

But, he is also very controlling. More then he realizes. Jon is unpredictable in bed, because what he wants varies wildly. Sometimes he takes you slowly, but goes for hours to the point he is still inside you as you pass out, which he keeps going. Sometimes, he is rougher then he even realizes. Jon leaves bruises all the time from how tightly his hands grab at you alone, and he goes rough to the point sometimes you almost are pushed too far, but Jon somehow always ends up making you crave it.

You basically will never choose how the night goes. Jon always controls you in bed, and you let him. It works him up to an endless degree that you so completely trust him with you to the point he basically owns your autonomy in bed. He can convince you to do anything knowing you'd let him, and he won't give you what you want because he knows your needs and limits better then you do.

Jon is soft and loving with you in bed, but he is a dom through and through. Jon alone is the one in total control in the bedroom and he will always keep it that way.

[novaursa]

Hi Nova!!

Could I have a Ned Stark x reader, either mature 16+ or (if you don’t mind) 18+ where the reader is Ned’s second wife after Catelyn and is young and pretty and sweet, and he just can’t stop thinking about how good she would look pregnant with his son? Breeding kink to the max, if it doesn’t bother you! Thank you! 🙇🙇 (if this kink isn’t smth you’re interested in/comfortable with, no worries at all, please delete!!)

Beneath the Wolf's Cloak

- Summary: A story where a wolf takes a she-bear for a wife.

- Pairing: mormont!reader/Eddard Stark

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @idenyimimdenial

- A/N: I hope you like it. 😉

The warmth of the fire did little to ease the strange chill that clung to you despite the thickness of your cloak. Great hearths burned at each end of the Great Hall of Winterfell, casting flickering orange light across the rough-hewn stone walls and high wooden beams above. Snow still dusted the floors near the entrance, melting into dampness beneath the boots of guests just arrived. Outside, cold had not yet sunk its claws fully into the North, but the winds were sharp, and the grey skies seemed to whisper of what was coming. Inside, however, all was wine and song and firelight. A feast of celebration. Your wedding night. Your name now bore the weight of his: Stark.

You sat at the high table beside Eddard Stark, your new lord and husband, surrounded by bannermen and lords of the North. There were toasts and laughter, the clatter of trenchers, and the occasional burst of music from the minstrels near the hearth. But your eyes kept drifting sideways to him—Ned—his profile cast in soft gold by the firelight, his expression as ever unreadable, thoughtful beneath the furrow of his brow and the shadow of his beard. Yet beneath that solemn mask was a warmth he tried, and failed, to suppress whenever he looked at you. You could feel the heat of his gaze before you met it, that quiet kindling that burned brighter each time your shoulders brushed or your fingers neared on the table. He had not spoken much, but neither had he looked away from you for long.

His voice came low beside your ear, rough with wine and desire yet laced with an almost boyish shyness. “You are cold,” he said, his hand gently brushing over yours, callused and warm. “Here, take my cloak.”

You blinked, startled at the intimacy of the gesture in front of so many, and shook your head with a soft smile. “No, my lord, I am warm enough.”

He leaned closer, his shoulder pressing against yours. “You mustn’t call me that tonight,” he murmured, voice just for you. “Not when I would rather hear my name on your lips.”

You turned your face slightly to his, cheeks flushed with more than the wine. “Ned,” you whispered, and he gave the smallest nod, as if the sound of it settled something within him.

Around you, the hall roared with life. Lyanna Mormont, your young cousin, raised her goblet high and shouted your name boldly, fierce and proud. “To my cousin, Lady Stark now, and twice the beauty of the Southron queens!”

The men laughed, many agreeing heartily. “The Lady Mormont may be small, but her tongue is sharp,” Benjen Stark quipped with a grin from further down the table.

“I should say the same of her sword,” you replied lightly, drawing more laughter. “But I thank you, Lyanna. I hope I can live up to the name I’ve taken.”

“You already have,” Ned said beside you, low but certain.

His hand found yours beneath the table, not clumsy, not bold, but firm in his touch. Protective. Possessive, perhaps. You could feel the thrum of something deeper in him, something that stirred not just at your beauty but at the idea of you belonging to him now. He drank you in, from the gentle curve of your throat to the slight shyness in your gaze. And when you turned to look at him again, your lashes catching the firelight, the flush in your cheeks from wine and warmth and perhaps the anticipation of the night to come—he saw it, clearly: you would be radiant, glowing with life, with his child growing within you.

Gods help him, the image rooted itself in his mind. You in this same chair, months from now, with a rounded belly beneath your silks, one hand resting there idly as you smiled at him with that same sweet gentleness. He would give you everything, if he could. He would fight a hundred wars to see that image come to life.

“I wonder,” he said softly, his fingers curling around yours beneath the table, “what color will the eyes of the babe be, if you were to carry my son.”

Your breath caught. You turned to look at him fully, your voice a hush, “Do you think of that already?”

“I haven’t stopped thinking of it,” he confessed. “From the moment I saw you walking down the hall to me this morning. I thought—the gods would be kind to give her a son, and kinder still to let me live to see him born.”

There was no jest in his tone. Just truth. Stark truth. And beneath it, a yearning that mirrored your own.

“I should like a daughter too,” you murmured, heart fluttering. “With your quiet eyes and my wild tongue. She would rule Bear Island with a smile and burn every ship that came too close.”

He chuckled, deep and soft. “Gods help me, I hope she does. But not tonight. Tonight, I want only you.”

The hall spun around you then—not with wine, but with want. The music swelled again, another toast was shouted, but all of it faded into a blur behind the heat in your cheeks and the weight of his hand still grasping yours beneath the table.

And when the bedding was called for and the men rose cheering, voices drunken and jests lewd, Ned stood slowly. He did not let them come to you. His hand stayed clasped in yours, and he looked down over the gathered men with a quiet steel in his voice.

“No one will touch her,” he said. “She is my bride. I will carry her to our bed myself.”

Silence settled over the table. Then, as if understanding something unspoken, they let him pass.

And he did just that. Lifted you into his arms with surprising ease, his breath warm against your neck as he whispered your name again. The Great Hall of Winterfell echoed with cheers and laughter behind you, but you heard none of it. Only the beat of his heart, steady and sure beneath your cheek, and the soft promise he made in your ear.

“Tonight, I will love you slowly. And before the year ends, we will speak of names for the child.”

The chamber was warm, lit by the soft flicker of dozens of candles and the roaring hearth at its heart. The fur rugs muffled the sound of your steps as he carried you across the threshold, cradled close to his chest like you weighed nothing at all. Outside the wind howled, Winterfell groaning against the rising frost, but inside the world was still and golden, wrapped in shadows and firelight. Ned said nothing as he set you down on the edge of the great bed, his hands lingering at your waist as he looked down at you. His gray eyes, so often solemn and heavy with duty, were softer now, tinged with something deeper—reverence, awe, and something that looked almost like longing etched with restraint.

You reached up slowly, letting your fingers brush the front of his doublet, feeling the slow thrum of his heartbeat underneath. “Will you undress me, husband?” you asked, your voice low, a hint of a teasing smile playing on your lips.

His mouth twitched, and he nodded, hands raising to the clasps of your gown with a careful grace that belied the need simmering under his skin. One by one, he unfastened them, his fingers rough and warm against the cool of your skin as the fabric loosened and slid away. He worked slowly, as if memorizing each detail—the slope of your shoulder, the softness of your belly, the faintest curve of your hips. When the gown pooled at your feet, you stood bare before him, lit only by candlelight, your breath soft and even, but your heart pounding like the drums that had played at your feast.

“You are… gods, you are beautiful,” he murmured, his voice caught somewhere between reverence and disbelief. His knuckles traced the line of your jaw, then down your throat. “If I were a younger man, I would fall to my knees.”

“You’re young enough to make me feel like I’m burning,” you whispered, stepping forward, placing his hand fully on your waist.

He kissed you then—slowly, deeply, the way a man kisses when he knows he has you, truly has you, and he means never to let go. His lips moved with aching tenderness, but his arms were firm, pulling you close, holding you tight. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his breath was warm across your lips. “I swear to you, little bear, I will love you as fiercely as any man who ever carried a sword. I will protect you. And if the gods are kind, I will see you swollen with my child, glowing, radiant, as you are now.”

You reached between you, working at the fastenings of his belt, the ties of his tunic, stripping him piece by piece as he had done for you. “You make promises easily tonight, Lord Stark,” you said, voice low and warm. “But you’ll find the women of Bear Island are not so easily tamed.”

His brow lifted slightly, the ghost of a grin returning. “I do not want to tame you.”

And it was true. You could see it in the way his eyes followed your hands, in the way he trembled slightly when you pushed his tunic off his shoulders and leaned in to kiss the hollow of his throat. You drew him down with you onto the bed, and he followed, bracing himself above you. His body was strong, broad-shouldered and scarred with battles long past, and yet he moved with the gentleness of a man who feared breaking something precious. He pressed kisses to your throat, your collarbone, the rise of your breasts, reverent and slow, as if each inch of you deserved worship.

When he sank into you at last, the world shifted. His breath caught against your skin, and you gasped softly, hands clutching at his shoulders. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt him shudder, felt the weight of everything he could not say in that moment. His pace was unhurried at first, deep and steady, as if he needed to feel every heartbeat, every breath between you.

“You feel like home,” he murmured, voice breaking with quiet intensity. “Like something I thought I’d never find again.”

You cupped his face, brushing his sweat-damp hair back from his brow. “Then let me give you more than a home,” you whispered. “Let me give you fire.”

You flipped him then, surprising him with your strength—Mormont strength, wild and unyielding. You straddled him, hair tumbling down over your shoulders, your palms firm against his chest. He stared up at you, eyes wide with something like reverence, something like surrender. You rolled your hips slowly, watching him unravel beneath you, the tension leaving his shoulders, his lips parting in a soft groan.

“You’re not the only one with vows to make, Stark,” you whispered, leaning close to him. “I will not be quiet, nor meek. I will fight beside you, bleed for you. I will bear your children, yes, but I will raise them to be wolves and bears, not caged birds.”

He reached up, cupping your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as if you were something sacred. “Then let them be wild,” he breathed. “Let them be like you.”

You rode him harder now, your rhythm fierce and unrelenting, and he held onto your hips, grounding himself in the feel of your body, your skin, your voice moaning his name. You were fire, and he was snow, and yet in this bed you melted into something molten. He surged up to meet you, his hands trailing to your thighs, your waist, your spine—everywhere he could touch, he did, as though trying to brand you into memory.

“I love you,” he gasped against your shoulder as he reached his peak, his voice breaking entirely. “I love you, gods forgive me, I never thought I’d feel this again.”

You kissed him then, fiercely, your body trembling atop his as your own release crashed through you. And when you finally collapsed beside him, wrapped in furs and each other, your skin damp and hearts pounding in tandem, he held you as if the whole world could fall away and it would not matter. His hand drifted to your belly, bare and flat now, but he kissed it gently, the promise of tomorrow on his lips.

“Sleep, little bear,” he whispered. “And when you wake, you’ll still be mine. And I—gods help me—I’ll be yours.”

[venusbyline]

My first time sending an ask. Do you have headcanons about how your asoiaf faves keep their pubes?

~ 🐞

HEADCANON: How my ASOIAF favorite male characters keep their pubic hairs

PRE-HOTD, HOTD & GOT VERSIONS

(this includes Maegor I Targaryen, Baelon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Jaime Lannister, Ned Stark)

— type: smut, light dark (Aegon's part)

— tags/warnings: oral sex mentioned, deepthroating mentioned, kinda sadist!Aegon II Targaryen, canon divergence (?). english is not my first language.

— author's note¹: Anon, tysm for your ask 💕💕 I loved to write these headcanons hahahah btw, I felt free to write them based on what I imagine, so I'm not taking the shows too much into consideration...

— author's note²: This is the male characters version, but I'm thinking about write one of these about HOTD female characters too 🤔🤔 or at least a random hc about their boobs anyway lmaooo sorry I'm so gay for them 😭😭

❥ ASOIAF headcanons • HOTD masterlist • Game of Thrones masterlist

❥ about me • main masterlist

𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

Maegor I Targaryen

• I don't think Maegor cares about that at all. He definitely has a lot of golden hairs there and doesn't mind trimming them.

• Sometimes it could be kinda uncomfortable to give him a head, but despite everything I thought it's sexy anyway. I think it's something that perfectly matches Maegor's look and personality, since he's a big and tough man...

•‌ If you don't like pubes, so it wouldn't be very pleasurable for you to have sex with Maegor, at least if he wanted you to suck his cock. But if you like them or at least don't mind the amount, Maegor would be quite a good fuck.

Baelon Targaryen (Son of Jaehaerys I)

•‌ In my opinion, Baelon doesn't have much pubic hair on his groin. I can see him as the type of man who definitely trims it often.

•‌ Actually, I think he not only keeps them short, but he also prefers to keep his groin completely "clean", without any hair there.

•‌ I know that hair and pubes aren't always with the same color. Anyway, I guess Baelon has pubes with a color similar to Maegor's, for example... more golden than silver.

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

Aemond Targaryen

•‌ Aemond keeps some hair there, but they're always very well trimmed. He doesn't like to shave them off completely so often... at the same time he also thinks it would be disgusting to have them too long.

‌• His pubes are light brown, not too dark, but not golden or silver either. Maybe it's because of the Hightower bloodline? I don't know.

•‌ In my opinion, Aemond didn't care so much about trimming his pubes during the Dance of the Dragons, but before the war he focused a lot on keeping them short, clean and kinda pretty too.

Aegon II Targaryen

•‌ Like Maegor, I think Aegon keeps a lot of hair there. He lets them grow, both because he's too nonchalant to trimming them, and also because he enjoys watching the whores choking on them when they're deepthroating his cock.

• His pubes are lighter than Aemond's, sometimes even looking kinda golden.

•‌ When Aegon was a teenager, he liked to trim them because he thought he looked hot that way. As he grew older, he began to get lazier and enjoy the women's discomfort during the oral sex.

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒

Jaime Lannister

•‌ Jaime is one of the few characters in GOT that I truly believe keeps his pubic hair almost non-existent, at least before the War of the Five Kings.

•‌ Before, he kept his blond curls very short, the pubes' color matching with his hair's. Both during and after the War of the Five Kings, he didn't even have enough time to worry about them, so he just let them grow.

•‌ I personally like these two versions, but I think Jaime with short pubes is sexier...

Ned Stark

•‌ My main headcanon about Starks' pubes is that almost all of them have a lot of curly pubes, always brown or black. Ned is a good example of that.

•‌ Probably Ned's are brown and he kept them shorter when he was younger, letting them grow longer when he got older. ‌

• Anyway, I think it suits him and I genuinely find it very sexy and dilf too.

[little-shadow-club]

*whispers softly* I will now proceed to eat this picture before i go insane over him

[weirdiingway]

took the cregan pill and saw god

[godjustkys]

Hiii I saw u take got requests so I wondering if I could request ned stark x top male reader??? (Reader is bigger in size, like bigger than sandor even)

Maybe with some breeding kink and overstim:3

SYPNOSIS: breeding the fuck outta the lord of winterfell.

CHARACTER: male reader x ned stark

NOTE: i keep writing these in one sitting and it’s fucking with my brains

p.s. requests are always open!!

WC: 1.1k

WARNING: breeding kink,, overstimulation,, light size kink,, cock drunk ned,, pet names (my lord),, praise,, dirty talk,, light possessive!reader,,

winterfell’s ancient stone walls didn’t offer much warmth, but the heat in ned’s chamber was stifling; thick with sweat, panting breath, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. his body trembling beneath you, hands twisted in the furs as your massive frame loomed over his smaller stature. ned stark — lord of winterfell, warden of the north — was reduced to a mess of helpless moans as you rutted into him with harsh, powerful thrusts. your size practically dwarfed him, your hands easily wrapping around his hips, keeping him locked in place like a plaything. “you take me so well, my lord,” you murmured into his ear, voice like gravel. he groaned at the praise, legs already trembling from how long you had kept him on edge.

“i… fuck—” ned’s voice broke as you slammed in deeper, and he choked on a cry, back arching as you pressed your chest to his back, pinning him down fully. you weren’t just fucking him — you were claiming him. “want me to fill you up good? breed you?” you murmured. he shivered in response, desperate, nodding with a soft, raspy, breathless, “yes…” you grinned against the back of his neck, feeling him squeeze around you. “gonna breed you till it takes. gonna fill you so deep.. so your body won’t forget who it belongs to.” the words made him shake, cock twitching helplessly against his stomach as you ground into him, pace never faltering. he was already spent, more than once, but you weren’t close to done. not until his stomach was warm and full, not until his legs gave out from too much pleasure and not enough time to recover. you leaned back just enough to watch him — his hair messy, eyeing the way his body tensed and jerked with every overstimulated thrust. you could tell he was close again, even if his mind couldn’t keep up. “cum for me again, my lord,” you ordered, voice low and firm. “one more. you can do it.” and he did — broken, beautiful, coming undone with a guttural moan, body shuddering beneath yours.

you didn’t stop.

a pathetic whine left ned’s mouth, his hole clenching around you tightly. his arms and thighs were shaking and eventually, he caved, pressing his face and shoulders to the mattress, giving his body some relief, some sort of way to relax. but even then, you stayed buried in him, deep and unyielding, one hand sliding up his side to hold him close. “that’s it,” you murmured, voice low. “so good, my lord, takin’ my cock like this..” you praised. he could only nod, too far gone to speak, his body pliant and trembling beneath yours. every breath he took was shallow, broken, but he didn’t ask you to stop — not once. because even in the haze, even in the overstimulation and ache, he wanted it. wanted you. and you were going to give him everything — every drop, every thrust, every word that made his heart stutter in his chest and his body fall apart again and again. “i-it’s..— ah- mhh.. too much..” ned sobbed out, his voice hoarse due to how loud he was being just a couple minutes earlier. so you did the only logical thing — slamming in again, grinding deep enough to make his thighs shake. “you’re not done til i say you’re done. you wanted this, didn’t you?” your voice was venomous and low, laced with a cruel kind of sweetness. “begged me to ruin you. look at you now.. dripping, shaking, stuffed full. and still not satisfied? you’re greedy, my lord..” ned didn’t respond. he nuzzled his face into his bed, fingers clenched around the furs on it. you groaned lightly, grabbing his hips tight enough to bruise. “m’gonna keep fucking you until this cock’s the only thing your body remembers. gonna breed you so deep, you’ll be leaking for days.”

his whole body jerked as you drove in again, deeper, harder, his mind long gone but his body still so responsive — clenching, twitching, surrendering. your hand snaked around his throat, just enough pressure to make him gasp, back arching into you even as his body tried to squirm away from the overstimulation. “that’s right,” you growled, hips snapping forward. “you’re gonna take everything i give you. no running. no hiding.” ned’s legs gave another tremble, then buckled, his weight sagging under you. he was wrecked — raw and used — but still so tight around you it was almost unbearable. you didn’t ease up. if anything, the way he whimpered made you fuck him harder. “you feel that?” you hissed into his ear. “that stretch? that ache deep in your guts? that’s me. carving you open from the inside out.” and oh, how utterly broken the lord of winterfell was. “please,” he moaned, voice broken and raw. “breed me, gods, just— fuck me full, make me yours, i need it— need to feel it leaking out of me when you’re done— please—” he begged, his voice higher in pitch and so raspy, as if it’s been used for hours.

that was all it took. with a low growl, you slammed into him one last time, holding him down as you emptied yourself deep inside, body jerking with each pulse. he was sobbing beneath you now — overwhelmed, blissed out and completely ruined. and still, you didn’t pull out. you just held him there, locked together, your cum leaking slowly from where you stayed buried. “you did good, my lord,” you murmured, voice suddenly gentler, removing your hand from this throat and sliding it down his back. “but we’re not done. not until it takes.” ned’s body twitched beneath you, every nerve raw, every muscle burning. he wasn’t even trying to speak now — just panting, face buried in the fur, broken whimpers spilling from his lips with every tiny shift of your hips. you were still hard, still leaking cum into him. “you’re shaking,” you whispered against his neck, dragging your tongue up the salt-slicked skin. “but you’re still so tight for me. still hungry. that little hole doesn’t know what full is yet, does it?” a soft, choked noise was all you got in return, but his body betrayed him — clenching down around you greedily. “thought so,” you breathed, pulling your hips back just enough to make him feel the drag of your cock before slamming forward again, deeper. “you want this. don’t pretend otherwise.” he let out a cry; sharp, high, wrecked — as his legs gave out entirely, and you caught him by the hips before he collapsed flat. you dragged him back onto you, slow and brutal. “you’ll give me one more,” you ordered, gripping his hips tight, dragging him back in time with each thrust.

“one more load. one more orgasm. you’re not done until you’re leaking from both ends and begging me to stop.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Geordie: Jesse Van Horn x Reader

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @cosmic-psychickitty @kmc1989 @happyfox43 @julius-ceasar

Prequel to:

Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll - Jesse tries to convince you not to disrupt your trip during the aftermath of Pittfest.

Song 2 (NSFW) - Jesse tries to chase away his demons the only way he knows how.

Atomic - Jesse reflects on his HIV status.

Jesse’s naked when he answers the door.

His dick still coated in you, still half-mast.

The man that stands before him pauses. His gaze lingering on Jesse’s naked form, taking in the tattoos, the nipple piercing, the other piercing. There’s a hickey on his neck from a thoroughly debauched 24 hours, and a bite mark on his ass because sometimes you both like to play a little rough.

“Is she in?” The man who cheated on you asks.

Geordie, Jesse remembers. You’d told him that back at the music festival while you were sharing a joint. You’d walked in on him fucking the bartender on the bathroom sink in the club where he worked and then set fire to his clothes in a burn barrel in the back yard.

“Yea.” Jesse responds with a feral smile. “But she’s not decent.”

“Look man.” Geordie says, his forearm coming to rest on the doorframe as he gestures towards Jesse. “Whatever this is, it ain’t gonna last. She’s gonna come to her senses, she’d gonna see that I’m the better bet here…”

“You’ve never made her come.” Jesse asserts, fixing Geordie with a harsh stare. “You were together two years and not once did you pay attention to her pleasure. Right now she’s in that bedroom so fucked out, she doesn’t even know we’re having this conversation so trust me when I say she’s already come to her senses and she’ll be coming to her senses again when I wake her up by tongue fucking her so do us both a favour, stop coming around, she’s my girl now.”

“You think she’s gonna commit to you?” Geordie laughs and the sound it grates on Jesse’s nerves. “Jana, she’ll come back to me, mark my bloody words-”

“No.” Jesse says, slamming the door in his face. “No she fucking won’t.”

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[silverspotted]

arrows of fate —

“ to be made of flesh was humiliation ”

the rains of castamere; 03.09

robb stark - “the young wolf”

martyrdom of saint sebastian; 1525

il sodoma

[claymoresword]

We Bleed The Same | Part: 1

Cersei Lannister x Stark Fem!Reader 🐺

Summary: On the road from Winterfell to King's Landing, Cersei and y/n find themselves reconciling with both old and new feelings as fate seems determined to tear them apart.

Sequel to 'Where's My Love'.

Wordcount: 4k

Pairing: Cersei x Reader

Warnings: smut, g!p reader, mentions of sexual violence & domestic abuse, breeding kink, blowjob/deep throating, unprotected sex, dubious consent, co-dependency, y/n & cersei are soulmates argue with the wall

Note: This was actually a lot of fun, I already can't wait to put out the second part! Anyway, hope you enjoy this one as much as i enjoyed writing it (smut after asterisks)

You have been on the road for what feels like an eternity, the children are growing restless, and so are you, but King's Landing is still weeks away. Your next destination being Castle Darry, by order of the king.

Robert Baratheon is rather fond of his pit stops, and you have half a mind to strangle him for that.

What is meant to be a few weeks on the road has turned into months of long-winded journey.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat for the hundredth time, leaning back against the cushions.

You are certainly looking forward to sleeping in a proper bed, whenever that might be.

Just as you start to grow somewhat comfortable, the litter jerks to an abrupt halt, forcing you to lean forward.

Ned places a firm arm in front of his girls to prevent them from falling forward the same way you had.

“Why have we stopped?” You ask, exasperated. Subsequently, pulling aside the curtain next to you to look out the window, only to be greeted with darkness.

You hadn't realized it was already nightfall.

As you squint, you only manage to make out an open field– the scenery does look beautiful, but this isn't the castle.

“Maybe the king needed a piss again.” Arya remarks, trying her best to look over your shoulder.

You narrow your gaze at your niece, and her inability to keep her thoughts to herself. Although there is full possibility that the girl was correct.

The king had delayed the possession half a dozen times today to relieve himself.

“No..” Sansa utters. “He's being sick.” She observes, and it is swiftly followed by the sound of Robert dry heaving.

You grimace at the noise, no longer concealing your annoyance.

Robert has stopped the journey half a dozen times to do that as well.

“Perhaps if he didn't drink so much..” You start, although your brother interjects before you can say anything else.

“Be quiet, the lot of you.” Ned scolds, and you have to bite back a retort as you petulantly glance out through the curtains again.

Eventually, the litter resumes movement, and you rest your back once more, allowing your mind to wander.

Cersei is no doubt feeling as miserable as you are, if not more.

Had you been given leave to ride with her, perhaps this journey would not be half as excruciating.

You missed her, you crave to hear her voice, to touch her, kiss her.

If you fail to reach Castle Darry by tonight, you aim to find a way inside the queen's litter. Robert is certain to be too drunk to notice anyway.

The journey continues on for several more hours, the repetitive movement of the carriage begins to lull you, you could only fight it for so long before a deep and dreamless slumber manages to take over.

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“Y/n.” You stir to Ned's voice, his hand on your shoulder is like a jolt to your system; you sit up abruptly.

As you come to your senses, you notice that the litter has stopped, Arya and Sansa are no longer beside you.

“We're moving into the castle, I need your help carrying in the food crates.” Ned explains, pulling open the curtains next to you.

“What hour is it?” You ask groggily, still trying to rub the sleep from your eyes.

“I don't know.” Ned responds truthfully. “but I reckon we'll see first light soon.” He finishes, yet you fail to move.

“Come on, you've been asleep for hours.” Your brother insists, he grabs ahold of your hand, forcibly hoisting you up.

As he tugs on your arm, you stumble out of the litter, leaning your weight on Ned as you attempt to find your footing.

You shove him away after you do, scowling at your brother, and his very successful attempt at manhandling you.

“When we get back on the road I am riding on horseback. I'm sick of sitting in that damned thing.” You grumble, gesturing to the carriage behind you before smoothing out your cloak and running your fingers through your hair.

“As you wish, but I refuse to listen to you whine about saddle sores.” Ned says, approaching the stack of crates.

“I am a woman grown, I do not whine.” You contend defensively.

Ned does not heed your remark, nodding towards the large crate impatiently, he braces his hands on the underside of it. “Come, help me.”

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Castle Darry sits atop of a hill in the Riverlands, the climb was steep enough to knock the wind out of you.

By the time you enter through its doors, your chest is heaving. “Seven hells–” You mutter under your breath, although you are quickly distracted by the interior of the palace.

Darry had decently high ceilings, the castle is larger on the inside as it appeared on the outside. Somehow modest and grand all at once.

The stairs, large and winding, are set at the center of the main hall leading up to the bedchambers.

Robert picked a decent place this time around, you'll give him that much.

You stroll past the stairs towards the castle's great hall, observing as Ned approaches the table in the far right, next to a window that overlooks a view of the river.

You spot your nieces and nephews enjoying an early breakfast. Next to them are Cersei's youngest children, Myrcella and Tommen.

Sansa and Myrcella appear caught up in conversation, whilst Arya and Tommen are on their knees, busy feeding Nymeria pieces of charred meat.

Joffrey is nowhere to be seen. This doesn't surprise anyone, in truth. The prince along with his sworn guard often wander about on their own. The boy was always eager to find trouble where he can, that much is evident.

You begin scanning the rest of the hall, you notice the kingsguard along with the queen's men, but no sight of the king or queen themselves.

You can't help the disappointment that settles in your belly, you were hoping to get at least a glimpse of Cersei before heading to bed.

“Where is the queen?” You ask as you take a seat next to Robb and his half-brother, Jon.

You reach for the flagon of spiced wine, pouring it into a cup as you await a response.

Robb merely shrugs as he stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth, and your other nephew decides to opt for a smart answer.

“With the king, I presume?” Jon remarks, insolent and juvenile.

You quickly wipe the smirk off his face by placing a firm smack against the back of his head.

Jon yelps, reaching up to rub the same spot you had just struck him. “What was that for?”

“I meant, which room is she in?” You rephrase, unamused before lifting the rim of your cup to your lips, taking a large drink.

A burst of nutmeg and cinnamon coats your tongue, when accompanied with the warm, bitter taste of wine, it manages to soothe you.

“I saw her enter the one upstairs, at the end of the hall.” Sansa chimes in, making sure to swallow her food first before addressing you.

You turn your attention towards your niece, a look of gratitude paints your features. “Thank you, Sansa.”

“Hopeless, the both of you.” You remark, reaching out to mess up Robb's head of auburn hair.

You relished the way both boys scowled at you as you left the dining area.

-

You trudge up the steep stairs leading to the bedchambers. Glancing at the row of rooms to your left, and then to your right.

You mentally curse yourself for failing to clarify with Sansa exactly which room the queen had taken as her own.

After a moment of deliberating, you decide to take a risk, approaching the room on the far left, one hidden behind a large pillar.

You knock twice before resting your hand on the pommel of your sword.

A beat passes and no one answers, though just as you move to walk away, the door opens, and a golden-haired beauty emerges from the dark room.

Your smile happens involuntarily as you pale greys catch Cersei's emerald gaze. Though the queen doesn't reciprocate, instead she pulls you in for a sudden hug.

After a fleeting moment of confusion, you embrace her in return. Your hand rests on the small of her back, the other gently threads through her golden curls.

As your gaze wanders, it is only then you notice a tear in her robe. The silk material fails to cover the bruising on Cersei's arm; the sight makes you stiffen.

The queen fails to speak, so you decide to break the silence first.

“Is everything alright?” You ask, expecting the answer, but Cersei does not grace you with a verbal reply, merely hugging you tighter.

“Do you want me to stay here tonight?” You whisper instead, your lips brush against the shell of the other woman's ear.

Cersei remains quiet for a while, as though considering your request. She pulls back slightly to look at you, her gaze softens as she traces your features with her thumb.

“You can't, Robert's in my bed.” She finally says, and your brows furrow at the prospect.

That old brute laid his hands on her again.

You open your mouth to protest, but as if expecting it, Cersei places her hand over your mouth, stopping you. “Don't– do not say anything, just kiss me.”

With that, the queen leans in, capturing your mouth with her own. The kiss is desperate, and anguished. Cersei moans softly into your mouth as your tongues make contact.

She tastes like lemon and arbor red, and you are content to feel her like this, for all eternity, although the way your lungs burn for air proves your desire to be an impossible one to uphold.

You break away first, tilting your head to kiss her neck. Cersei gasps at the sensation, her fingers clenched tightly around your hair as your mouth finds the base of her jaw.

“I want–” The queen starts, her voice trembling ever so slightly as your mouth continues to move along her tender flesh.

Eventually, Cersei finds the strength to tug on your hair, guiding your face to her own.

“I want to name you my sworn protector, when we get to King's Landing.” The older woman says suddenly. “I will declare it to the council myself.” Cersei adds, and she simply rakes her fingers through your hair at your lack of response.

“Then you'll have reason to be in my quarters.. in my company.. elsewise people will talk.” She explains, and finally, you nod.

The queen's sworn protector. Like you intended to be all those years ago, before things went wrong between the two of you.

“As you wish.. I am your servant.” You conclude, and for the first time tonight a smile covers Cersei's enchanting features.

Striking, delicate and so damned breathtaking.

“Good.” She says, pulling you in for another lingering kiss.

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--

The following week at Darry had been at best, quiet and uneventful. You spent most of your days with your brother and his children and nights waiting for everyone to fall asleep just so you could visit the queen.

Although, you did not have the privilege of seeing her last night. After a long day of hunting with Ned and Robert, you don't recall how you got back to the castle, only that you had awoken this morning with a pounding head.

Not exactly fond of hunting, you did so mainly out of courtesy– as to not give the king cause to be upset.

Robert is as unpleasant on a hunt as he is on any other day, if not more.

Naturally, you drank to dull the ache his company caused, as well as pass the time.

In truth, all you wanted to do is spend your days and nights in bed with Cersei. You had managed to steal moments here and there, but nothing enough to satiate your need for her.

All the more reason to look forward to King's Landing. Once you get to the city you'll be allowed to spend time in the queen's bedchambers under the guise of guarding her from harm.

Then, you'll finally be allowed to do whatever you desire with each other without the danger of being seen.

-

Tonight, in a welcomed change of pace, you find yourself in the Godswood with Ser Jory Cassel, dull blades in hand.

He is a capable sparring partner, however predictable he might be.

You remind yourself once more that he is a knight, he fights clean like most of them.

Most knights are predictable.

“I cannot be out here for much longer, M'lady. Lord Eddard has tasked me to watch over his daughters tonight.” Ser Jory says as he resumes his stance, lifting his blade.

You shrug, doing the same.

“I understand, Ser. I only mean to fight you until I grow bored.. which shouldn't take long at all.” You jest, and it manages to hit a nerve, as the knight takes a large swing at you.

You deflect the blow before swiftly maneuvering your body away with one foot, causing the knight to stumble forward.

Ser Jory recovers quickly, this time you strike first, and your dull blades kiss with a large clash.

You take the opportunity to get out of the position by flicking your wrist, as a result your sword is released from the blade lock. You twist the blade in your hand once before pointing it at the knight's neck.

The quickest win yet.

Ser Jory sighs, lifting his arms in surrender. “I yield.”

You lower your blade with a grin. Though the man yields quickly, far too easily.

Suddenly, you find yourself hoping the knight isn't letting you win on purpose, or perhaps he is just eager to get inside and resume his post.

Either way, you are not yet satisfied.

As you are just about to request for another round, voices in the distance steal your attention.

You glance over to see men from the kingsguard standing under the Weirwood, gossiping– albeit not very discreetly.

“They were arguing again, the king and queen..”

Ser Jory has since set aside his sparring blade. He walks over to a wooden bench in the corner of the Godswood to fetch his sword belt, fastening it onto his person.

“See you inside, m'lady.” Jory announces as he rushes back into the castle. Although you hardly hear him at all as you inch closer to the pair of knights standing under the Weirwood tree.

You remain partially hidden by the darkness as you listen to their conversation whilst pretending to focus your attention elsewhere.

“I heard she broke his nose.” The kingsguard says.

“He broke hers more like. That's why she sent her handmaids to fetch her a cold compress.” The other knight chimes in, and his words send an unpleasant shiver down your spine.

You turn away, thoughtlessly discarding the practice blade you were holding before grabbing your own sword.

You slip past the main doors of the castle before sprinting up the stairs. You pushed past the pair of guards at the foot of it as they took a moment too long to step aside.

As you reach Cersei's bedchambers you notice that her door is left ajar. You push it open, stepping inside in a panic frenzy, only to nearly trip over Robert's large frame.

The king lays motionless by the door, on a beautifully crafted Myrish carpet. His large belly spilling out of his tunic.

A compelling sight.

You look up to find Cersei standing by the window, a goblet of wine in hand. She smiles as your eyes meet.

Her hair is unkempt, her robe falling off one shoulder, but there is no blood anywhere on her, in fact she appears entirely unharmed.

You turn to shut the door, wincing as it accidentally slams into place. Yet, Robert remains on the floor, unfazed.

“Is he dead?” You quip, circling the king's motionless body and it earns a bitter chuckle from Cersei.

“No, just passed out from drinking too much, I'm afraid.” The queen responds, her own voice slurred.

The queen is drunk.

“Pity.” You remark, as a large noise erupts from the king. The boisterous and grating snore continues every time he breathes.

You tilt your head at the sight of him, Robert Baratheon is a beast, and the worst kind.

You sigh at the thought before turning around, only to find Cersei standing right behind you.

She reaches up instinctively, wrapping her arms around the back of your neck.

“Did he hurt you?” You ask softly, your own hands finding her waist.

Your jaw tenses as Cersei nodded in response.

A blind rage overcomes you then, the sound of Robert snoring agitates you beyond belief, fueling your resentment.

“I could kill him.” You mutter through gritted teeth, and Cersei merely re-focuses her gaze on you, an amused smile playing on her lips.

“You are so adorable.” She whispers, almost mockingly, her lips then meet your neck.

The feeling of her kisses upon your skin slowly causes your anger to dissipate, you find yourself conflicted.

“Cersei–” You attempt, but the queen's mouth against the shell of your ear causes your words to die in your throat.

**

“Take me to bed..” She says, the scent of lavender in her hair invades your senses, and you find it nearly impossible to think. You are urged to do as she asks, but logic and reason forces you to consider otherwise.

“What?” You ask, and you feel Cersei's teeth graze your ear, she bites your earlobe before pulling back slightly to look at you.

“I want you to fuck me– you do it so well.” She pleads, in a tone that nearly makes your knees buckle.

Cersei runs her fingers through your hair, uninterested in hearing you protest any further.

She escapes your embrace, though not letting go of your hand as she steps over Robert.

The king continues to snore loudly, you are beginning to think the man will not wake for anything at all. He might as well be dead.

“Come.” Cersei coaxes sweetly, tugging on your arm.

You let her guide you without a moment's thought, stepping over the king to follow the queen to her bed.

Cersei lets go of your hand to unlace her robe, she shrugs it off, allowing it to fall on the floor, leaving her as naked as her nameday.

The queen watches you disapprovingly as you stand frozen in place. You observed the way her hips swayed languidly as she approached you.

She reaches south to unfasten your sword belt, gripping your blade by its scabbard before placing it on the floor.

“You are not naked enough.” Cersei points out, with a slight pout. The way she continues to slur her words causes your heart to constrict in your chest.

Even like this, she is breathtaking.

Beautiful.. and so utterly twisted.

You are so in love with her.

Cersei sets her bottom lip in between her teeth with palpable excitement as you obliged her. Unclasping your dark grey doublet, tossing it aside before lifting your tunic over your head.

The queen decides to assist you with your bottom half. Brazenly palming your cock through your breeches, her shoulder slumps in disappointment, unsatisfied with the current flaccid state of your shaft.

“What's wrong?” Cersei asks, her hands move up your body to cup your breast before resting on the nape of your neck once more.

You are unsure of how to respond, you remain overtly aware of the fact that Cersei's husband remained asleep only a few feet away.

You turn to glance at the man but the queen is quick to force your head in place. “Don't look at him.” She scolds before leaning in to capture your lips with her own for a long kiss.

As you aim to slip your tongue inside of her mouth, Cersei pulls away with a demand. “Take off your breeches, come here.”

You observed as Cersei climbed onto the bed, settling on her knees at the edge of it.

The sight admittedly manages to excite you; you feel your cock begin to stir.

You remove your breeches in haste, ridding them heedlessly as you approach the golden haired woman.

Now you stand in front of the bed and Cersei remains in a kneeling position on the edge as she grips the base of your semi-erect shaft. Bringing it up to her lips, she kisses the tip, all while maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck–” You groan aloud as Cersei finally takes you into her mouth, her tongue flat against your cock as she begins to suck.

You let out an unsteady breath, reaching down to grip a fistful of her hair, wary of not grabbing too tightly as you allowed Cersei to set her own pace.

The queen continues bobbing her head, taking your cock inside of her mouth in its entirety.

You feel her breathe out through her nose as she takes you in even deeper, pulling another groan from you as the tip of your shaft meets her throat.

You gasp as Cersei keeps going, you notice as tears begin to well up in her eyes before they flutter shut as she takes you further in.

The feeling of her swallowing around your cock makes you see stars, and it nearly causes you to finish right then and there.

“Gods above, Cersei–” You curse incoherently.

The queen chokes on your girth before leaning back to let your cock lay flat against her tongue once more.

She continues to suck dutifully, and you grunt, this time gripping her hair harshly to pull her head back.

You needed to take her, now.

“Enough, come here.” You state, and Cersei lets your cock fall out of her mouth.

She makes a noise of surprise as you harshly met her lips. Cersei kisses you passionately in return, pulling you down on top of her.

As the queen parted her legs for you, you don't give her much warning before reaching in between both of your bodies.

You line the tip of your shaft up to her entrance, and with one swift thrust, you enter her completely, filling Cersei to the hilt.

The older woman lets out a guttural noise at the sensation, followed shortly after by a whimper.

Cersei's nails dig into your back as her entire body trembles uncontrollably.

You turn to check if the king had perhaps awoken at the sound, but again, Cersei does not give you the chance, pulling you in for another kiss.

You decide not to heed caution any longer, you begin moving your hips, steadily increasing the pace.

If the king wakes, you will kill him.

Cersei mewls into your mouth as your cock hits the perfect spot within her, again and again.

Soon, you brace your hands against the bedding on either side of her head as you begin to rut into her wildly.

Cersei lets out a series of broken gasps and moans, followed by a louder whine when she suddenly reaches her peak around your cock.

You observed as the queen writhed underneath you with every thrust afterwards, she wraps her arms around your back weakly, pulling you in even closer.

You steal at the opportunity to take Cersei’s breasts into your mouth. Licking and sucking at them greedily.

She gasps at the feeling, and you soon earn another whine as you maintain your slow thrusts.

“Please..” The queen pleads, and the sound of her desperation alone makes you drunk.

“Fill me with your seed,” Cersei utters against your ear, her legs wrapped around your waist as though not allowing you the opportunity to disobey her.

“I want to feel it quicken inside me. I want to bear your children, your heirs. Only yours.” She continues, deliberately clenching her walls around your girth.

That does it.

Your release comes just as sudden, it is violent and unyielding.

Before you can even think of pulling out, your seed spills out in ropes, thick and warm, filling Cersei's womb, just as she wanted.