#their barley even kink posts

[ryan-is-a-god]

What have I done to summon all the straight kink posts to my for you page. Some blog or post contained a curse and I was careless to think I'd escape it. Now I prepare a ritual to cleanse my feed.

[horror-sapphic]

HER ★ GIRL | Victoria Neuman x Fem Reader

Summary: You're having an affair with Vice President Victoria Neuman, and you're her star girl.

Cw: Secret affair, Smut/NSFW(18+), “light” dom/sub dynamic, spanking mentioned, slight hair-pulling kink (Vic), hinted pain kink(Vic), escorting mentioned (r), desk sex, Strap-on(R receiving), cum licking, cum handkerchief used as a gag, this is straight up filth tbh, angst, secret mutual pining, not much dialogue

A/N: Inspired by a post I saw by @princesssmars, I couldn't stop thinking about it. This was supposed to be like 200 words but i literally couldn’t stop writing omg I need her.

Barley proofread (sorry for any spelling or grammar errors, I wrote and "checked" this in one sitting)

V.N Masterlist

wc: 1.9k +

You quickly became Neuman’s star girl.

You undoubtedly stood out from all the other girls Victoria would hire for nights of lustful fun, she fell in love with the sight of you working between her legs while tucked under her desk while she worked.

She’s still locked in on the memory of you two a few nights ago, she remembers the contrast of her quiet office being disturbed by her loud broken moans coming from her widened lips as your pillowy mouth has been tightly latched on her leaky cunt for the past hour, your jaw hurt but you didn’t care since you love her taste as much she loves yours.

Your forehead is lightly coated in sweat from the lost time you’ve spent on your knees, while your ass is stuck out and lightly colored pink from the spanking she enjoyed dishing out to you earlier.

She’d have you snuck in after hours by her most trusted guards, She can now easily recognize your speedy footsteps “discreetly” rushing down the echoey hallway by the clinking that comes the designer shoes she’d send you as a ‘thanks’ for your hard work. She’s already wet, daydreaming about what the night has to offer, she can see it now. You both slick with sweat taking turns making each other cum again and again.

She’s so hungry for you, that she doesn’t even have the patience to start your routine of normal small talk. Or even start by telling you how sexy you look in the skimpy lace dress you picked out for her to take off, she simply slams the door shut and pushes you against it immediately finding the waistband of your underwear, dipping her desperate finger to toy with your throbbing cunt.

“You miss me?” she teases under her breath, earning a sloppy nod from you. She drops to her knees pulling your thin panties down your long soft legs and throws them aside while you bunch up your dress to look down at her, she grabs your leg slinging it over her shoulder.

“Not used to seeing me on my knees huh? you get special treatment tonight hun” Her voice is laced with arousal. She wastes no time before diving into your hungry cunt and latching her mouth on your raised clit — sucking and licking the bud, she ignores your whines and continues to press her face into you more, becoming pussy drunk from your aroma.

She pulls back to look up at your messy state and meets your drowsy eyes with her starved ones, her pink lips covered with your slick. She motions you to bend down to suck on the two fingers she has held up so she can use them to move your wetness around before thrusting them inside your tightness to be greeted by your warmth.

She continues to ignore your wails and starts fucking you faster, drinking in the feel of you tightening around her digits, the lewd sounds of your sopping cunt being stuffed relentlessly by her snug fingers makes her cunt drip. Your slick begins to trickle down her working hands as she greedily licks the trail up, ending up back at your raised clit that’s poked up from between your glistening folds.

Her warm lips wrap around your clit once more earning a pitchy whimper from you, her mean taunting eyes cutting back at you as her movements intensify.

Pummeling her pumping fingers inside of you, repetitively hitting the soft spongy spot lodged in your squirming cunt.

Her sucking intensifies, the speed of her fingers drive you crazy as you begin to sluggishly thrash against the thick white door your body is pushed against, your hand begins to wonder from its current spot on your hard nipples and finds its way into her thick hair — lightly pulling on it as your pointy heel slightly digs into her back, gaining a deep growl from her.

It all became too much. The pounding from her fingers, her mouth latched on your clit sucking hard, and the sound of your drenched cunt filling the room drove you over the edge. Your cunt begins to spasm around her — you feel her smirking against you, your cries become louder and she takes no initiative to quiet you down.

Your vision goes blurry and your knees slightly dip as you climax, her movements slow down but don’t completely stop —letting you ride your orgasm out, your body still slightly jerking as you’re still coming back down to normal. Your grip on her hair softens as she pulls her fingers out, tasting her girl on them before standing up with a proud grin on her face.

She pulls a handkerchief out of her all-black suit to wipe your residue off her face. She grabs your jaw and forces it to open with her thumb, stuffing the cloth in your mouth.

“Bend over the desk” she firmly spits out, your legs still weak from the rough play she previously displayed on your cunt with no mercy. You wobble over to her desk trying to ignore the feeling of your cum smudged between your legs, you can feel her staring while you do as you're told — bending over her dark wooden desk.

Your tongue gently toys with the cloth lodged in your mouth in anticipation, you hear the sound of her dress pants being unzipped and kicked off amongst ripping and clicks. Your hands begin to instinctively pull your dress up to have it pool by your waist, then find themselves behind your back waiting for her next move. You feel her come up behind you, slowly rubbing your ass with her soft hands before pulling it further apart — prodding her index finger at your soaked hole once more.

“Gooood” she praises, and without teasing she pushes in making you widen your legs even more, your whines become muffled by the makeshift gag which only intensifies in pitch as she slips her index finger out and adds her second finger, scissoring them to stretch you out.

Your legs grow weaker from pleasure, feeling that familiar build in the pit of your stomach. She gently pulls her fingers from you as you feel the tip of a condom that’s placed on her fake cock at your entrance, you begin to wonder how many nameless working girls she fucked with it.

The jealous thought is shoved from your fucked out brain as she doesn’t even give you any time to get used to the size of her cock before fully thrusting it into your soaked cunt, “Fuck” she whimpers behind you.

The feeling of her cock easily slipping in and out of you as she begins to slam harder into you, your ass meeting the base of her strap just riles her up even more.

The gentle knocking of her clit against the strap makes her more wet than she has been all night, she looks down at your hands behind your back as you lay over her desk getting fucked out by her.

She takes in the sight of your face contorting in pleasure while the cloth gag shyly peaks out from your mouth, taking one of her hands to grab yours that's placed on your back and her other by your face to add more force behind her thrusts.

You love being fucked senseless like this by her, your eyes can’t help but roll over as the squelching from your cunt is the loudest thing in the room.

Only she can fuck you like this.

You feel yourself leaking onto her desk below you and you can’t help but smirk at the messiness from tonight's activities, she bends her mouth down to your ears while her thrusting doesn’t slow down not one bit. God you love this.

She whispers in your ear about how good you are at taking her cock, she praises and mocks you before asking if you want to cum. You desperately nod and whine as she somehow starts to pound into you harder and faster than she’s done all night, you hear her breathing pick up as her little whimpers grow louder at your ear. This speeds your orgasm up as you can tell hers isn't far behind.

The tight coil in your stomach starts to build up with a burn as you can feel yourself close to another promised orgasm, you let out one last cry of pleasure before cumming hard around her.

Your tight cunt clamping and gushing around her cock as she’s cumming with you, you feel her hips stutter as her climax fills her senses. She thrusts a few more times before completely pulling out of you. You weakly moan out at the empty feeling.

You lay there for a second before feeling her mouth behind you fixed on your cunt again, cleaning you up. She pulls away and stands back up “You did good” she lipped, her voice still breathy from cumming.

She turns you around to take in your disordered state of watery eyes, and slight drool swimming in the corner of your mouth. ‘Pretty’ she thinks to herself. She gently pulls you from the desk and takes the makeshift gag out of your mouth, tossing it aside to kiss you.

This takes you back as this isn’t something she does very often, you both tiredly moan into each other's mouth before she pulls back to look over your shoulder at her desk. You turn to see what she’s looking at and see a small patch of your arousal on it.

“Lick. it. up.” she teasingly said, you voluntarily walked back over to the spot you previously lied on – doing what she instructed. Licking up your liquids, which came with a hint of embarrassment, ‘there’s so much’ you think to yourself, you can feel her brown-eyes gaze burning a hole through you.

After the spot is licked clean you find yourself back on your feet waiting for any more instructions she has to give, she puts her pants back on and puts away her toy and you can’t help but watch her walk to her black chair behind her “tidy” desk she just fucked you on, as she-man spreads before patting her now dressed thigh.

You confidently stride to sit on her leg as she pulls out her checkbook and metal black and gold pen and begins to write your payment for tonight's events, part of you wants to tell her that it isn't necessary and that these past nights that you spend with her no longer feel like work and you love how she makes you feel.

But the other part of you knows that she’s not one for having girls stick around, she likes to have them in and out. You’re the only one she’s ever had repetitively. The second she gets an inkling that they have feelings, they end up never seeing her again.

As someone in her political position, these paid nightly pursuits would destroy her career, so you quietly sink into yourself while watching her write out commas and numbers – forcing any pining after her to quiet down inside you.

She rips the check out with a tight-lip smile, you look at the long roll of numbers and stand up – walking over to put it in the pocket of the long black coat you came in with. You hear her punch in numbers on her black phone on her desk calling for her guards to come and pick you up.

She hangs up with a click before walking over to take you to the door she had previously fucked you against. She helps you put your coat on before giving you away to her guards, the familiar sound of your heels clinking against the white marble floors of the hallway fills her ears once more, as she dreadfully watches you walk away from her.

Again.

A/n: Very nervous to post this but thank you for reading. Pls reblog if you enjoyed it!

[gabbytbll]

❦ love and deep space💫

❄ ~𝒁𝑨𝒀𝑵𝑬'𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺~❄

♡ Zayne x MC/Reader ♡

masterlist 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭

⇜As I just started love and deep space this might not be right or not close!⇝

MDNI!!! 18++

Warnings!: P in V, Creampie, Rough sex, Bratty MC/Reader, Making out, Spanking, Deepthroat, Choking, Punishment, Orgasm control, Forced orgasm, BDSM, Shibari, Ice play, Phone sex, Nudes, Public, Breeding kink, OOC Zayne!♡

SFW!

❧ Zayne is the type of person who would hate PDA in public but if he sees another guy flirting with you he will walk up behind you to kiss your check to show that your taken.❣

❧Zayne is one of those guys that is barley home because of work but he will call you and face time you a lot more whenever he's free.❣

❧We all know he barley takes days off, but since he started to date you, he has taken more days off then normal just to hang out with you and to chill.❣

❧He loves to have coffee dates with you whenever he can, especially at that cafe you love.❣

❧He loves to surprise you with small gifts frequently because he loves to see your pretty smile as he said in his words.❣

❧He loves to take care of you in any way he can for you.❣

❧Zayne sets up an extra alarm every day before he gets up to work so he can cuddle with you before he leaves even if you are asleep.❣

❧On the days he can't spend his lunch with you he buys you lunch and makes his assistant drive to you to give it to you.❣

❧We all know he is a gentle boi but when you make him mad, he ignores you for an hour exact (he can't spend much time away from you or he feels bad).❣

❧When he has to stay overnight in the hospital he tries to call you before you go to bed or he just sleeps on call with you.❣

~SEXUAL CONTENT MDNIII!!~

NSFW!

❧ Zayne is a brat tamer 100% so whenever you're acting up and go against him or talk back to him, he will make you bend over his knee and spank you 15 times or more until you use a safe word.❣

❧He loves to leave a small vibrator in your pussy and tease you with the settings and watch you squirm as you try to hide you sounds when the both of you go out to dinner or lunch.❣

❧He loves when you deepthroat his dick, he loves how you let him take control and fuck your face fast or slow he can't choose.❣

❧He loves your mouth it doesn't matter if you're sucking his dick or having a sensual make out session with him he just loves how your soft or rough lips feel against him.❣

❧Zayne LOVES!! your sounds so he hates whenever you try to cover your sounds from him that will just result in a punishment from him.

❧He loves to tie you up to the bed post for he can admire you slowly while he has complete control over you.❣

❧He loves to practice shibari with you, he loves the red rope against your skin he thinks it makes you more beautiful he loves to take pictures of you tied up so pretty for him.❣

❧When Zayne has to stay in the hospital overnight in his office, he loves to call you sometimes to tease you over the phone and make you play with yourself with your camara on so he can see.❣

❧He loves when you send him nudes but is easily embarrassed when you send him nudes when he's in front of people he later punishes you for acting out in front of people.❣

❧Whenever he is fucking you missionary or doggystyle , he loves to put his hand on your neck and squeeze lightly he loves your reaction to him doing that.❣

❧He loves whenever you ride him, he loves having control in the bedroom but once in a while he's too tired, so he wants you in control for once.❣

❧He definitely has a breeding kink 100%.❣

❧Zayne loves to finish inside of you, he loves how you tighten up around his dick as you both come together, and he loves the thrill of you getting pregnant.❣

❧He is rough whenever he's mad at you or someone else but the aftercare after is just top tier, he will give you cuddles, kissed, and snacks you need or drinks and he will run a bath with your bubbles you love.❣

❧He loves to make you cum with long his fingers or tongue 2 or 3 times before he fucks you, he loves how sensitive you can get.❣

❧After two rounds of him fucking you he forces one more orgasm from you before he's done with you.❣

❧Something the both of you love is when he plays with his Evol in bed, Zayne loves to make ice cubes and drag them down your hot skin slowly or press the ice cube against your clit while he fingers you open for him.❣

OK THAT CONCLUDES ZAYNES HEADCANNONS I did kinda rush it so it's kinda all over the place but hopefully its good!!♡

❆Feedback is appreciated!!❆

[sniigura-archive]

Softness within.

Adam x fem!reader

Part 1

CW/TW/Tags: Porn, Car sex, Semi Public, P in V, TW: Adam, COLLEGE AU!!!!, oral fem receiving, tell me if I missed smth, I wrote this at 2 am help me, breeding kink, pregnancy mention

Summary: Adam is either very charismatic or you don’t have a spine.

Adam ended up driving you home, after you punched in your address in his navigation system it didn’t take long for you to pass out. Shaking you awake, you scrambled out of Adam’s car, but sadly you weren’t fast enough since you still had to listen to Adam rant to you about the shit hole of a neighbourhood you live in.

He didn’t drive off till you safely entered your building.

Once you got home you didn’t even have the energy to get undressed, you barley took off your shoes and you were already in your bed. Pros of having a one bedroom apartment: the way to the bed is very short.

When you woke up everything felt like a fever dream. It felt so unreal, you were sure it was a weird sex dream coming up because of your repressed consciousness or whatever. You quickly threw away this theory, once you got into the shower. Ew. Having cold cum run down your thighs was not it.

Right so that happened. For real. Totally couldn’t potentially ruin your social life. That’s cool.

Checking your phone, you found texts messages from your friends. Since you all share locations they were happy to see you home after disappearing. Some kidnap jokes were made. You didn’t bother responding.

And just like that your life continued and you tried not to think of Adam anymore. Since you aren’t in the same friend group, don’t study the same subjects, and you’re just a master of avoiding awkward situations you didn’t see him the past 2 weeks. During these 2 weeks Adam found your insta, snapchat AND your phone number. In that order. At this point you wouldn’t be surprised if he found your secret AO3 account or something and started to spam you full with comments.

Him actually actively looking for you made you feel some type of way….and once those thoughts reached you, you basically slapped yourself. You have always sucked at responding to messages, your friends just call you when they need you. You didn’t even properly read Adam’s messages, leaving him on delivered. These messages caused you so much anxiety, that you immediately swiped them away in your notifications field when you saw them pop up.

Another thing you were worried about was that your period was 2 days late, which isn’t a lot considering you took Plan B and it messes with your hormones but it still had you on edge so bad. You ended up buying a pregnancy test, which you didn’t end up needing. Thank god.

The last weekend party you skipped. Sitting at home and catching up with work was how you spend your weekend. And once you saw everyone post the party on their stories and the messages in your group chats, your FOMO kicked in so hard that you had to attend the next one. So, here you were leaning against a wall with some cheap soda in your hand, because you don’t drink since you’re boring. And like always when you’re at a party, you realised you didn’t actually miss out on much.

If you could, you would scroll away at your phone. What’s stopping you? Easy:

Adam starring at you from across the room. Tots not uncomfortable. Starring at your phone now would be like throwing a rock at an sleeping ice bear. Since you basically ignored him for 2 weeks straight. You really know how stand in your own way. Some part of your brain told you not to provoke him too much.

Ok you were just going to run away this is ridiculous. Taking a good look around on how you could escape (your friends were going to murder you for disappearing AGAIN) you jumped nearly 10 feet into the air when you felt big hands on your hips and a body pressed against your back. The only logical reaction to this was to step on the guys foot and throw your drink at his face.

“Ow! What the fuck, you crazy bitch?” Adam yelled.

How the fuck was he able to get to you that fast? Without you noticing?? He’s so big what??

“Jesus, dude! You can’t sneak up on a girl like that!” You yelled back.

Thankfully not many eyes were on you guys, and the music was loud so people yelling to communicate wasn’t unusual.

Adam whipped the soda of his face, looking pissed. Thankfully there wasn’t much left in your cup anyways, the top part of his band shirt was only slightly soaked. Act cool, act casual. Crossing your arms over your chest you looked at him expectantly.

Even though he looked mad a second ago, taking in the sight of you seemed to cheer him right back up. Maybe it’s because of your short skirt.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Wanna get out off here?” Shit. Goosebumps from excitement crawled all over your skin. He smelled like the sweet soda, but also like deep cologne. Ah, you’re so so weak.

“Always.” The words left your lips before you could truly think about it.

Adam smirked down at you, placing a hand at the small of your back he started to lead you out of the house party.

That’s how you ended up in Adam’s car, while he zipped around town, trying to find a secluded place, his hand was up your skirt massaging messy circles into your clothed pussy. You on the other hand were spreading your legs further apart, trying and failing to muffle your moans. Even though it was at most 2 minutes, it felt like it took Adam hours to park the car. You clawed at his wrist, trying to get more stimulation out of him.

He reached a hand under his seat, sliding it back from the wheel as far as possible, while also reclining the back of the seat.

“Holy shit, babe.” Adam mumbled out, he reached across to grasp your ass with both his hands hoisting you up and successfully into his lap. Once you sat down on his lap you could feel his bulge right under your pussy. You gave it an experimental roll of your hips. Adam bit his lower lip, his hand flew to your hips, helping you grind down on him.

Grasping at his shoulders, you smashed your own lips into his, trying to steal his breath. Fucking hell, you don’t think you have ever carnally desired anyone as much as him. Adam was still grinding your cunt unto his dick by your hips while he explored your mouth with his tongue freely.

Once the kiss stopped so you could breathe, Adam took the opportunity to rip your tights apart, to have better access towards your private parts.

“Man! Why did you do that? You better buy me new ones, asshole.” You told him frustrated.

“Chillax, baby, I will buy you even better ones if it means you let me hit.” Fucker.

Adam pushed your wet panties to the side, gently easing in a finger, “So tell me. Who else did you fuck after me?” His words were anything but gentle.

“Shit..No one. I..I swear, Adam.” You spoke through gasps. His thumb started to stroke your clit.

With his other hand Adam roughly grasped your jaw into his hand, starring into you with his golden eyes. They reminded you of that of a hawk. He didn’t look too convinced.

“Please, Adam, only you can make me cum.” You whimpered out.

Adam grinned at you at your words, “Ain’t that the truth. You better start answering your fucking messages then, slut.” Another finger was entered into your hole, he curled them upwards, hitting sensitive spots which made you moan shamelessly.

“Bad…at replying.” You mumbled out.

Adam rolled his eyes at you, “Yeah, right, give me a better excuse and I might let you cum.”

It’s not a bad excuse, it’s your reality. Even though your screentime was embarrassingly high, messages were your personal final boss. Using both your hands to run them down the sides of your thighs, your right hand met the pocket garter you wear when you’re wearing a skirt, or dress. Pulling out your phone with one brain cell intact is one thing, but unlocking it is a whole other. Pulling up the messages app, shoved the device into his face. He can read. You think. You hope.

Once he stopped grasping at your jaw so roughly, you massaged the tense muscles. Adam scrolled through your chats, he looked very interested. You caught the glimpse of a chat from last year. Yikes.

Laying your head against his shoulder, you started kissing at his neck. You still had fucking hickeys and bite marks from him! Asshole. Adam left your messages app and was investigating your social media now. He looked through your phone like a man on a mission. If you had at least half your mind you would have already stopped him. But the happier he was at your innocence the more intensely he did rub circles into your clit, turning you to mush.

Throwing your phone on the passenger seat- if it bounces off and breaks or gets lost you were going to kill him- Adam placed a hand at the back of your head, starting another forceful kiss. While your tongues were busy, Adam eased the third finger into you. He pumped them in and out of you, testing the resistance. Taking him unprepared would be a really stupid idea.

With a well placed tug of your hair, Adam pulled you slightly away from him, “It’s fucking hot babe, how you ignore other people. Really. But shit, I need you to answer my fucking messages. I’m not like those other fucking clowns you keep around. Got it?” You quickly nodded your head at him, whatever gets him inside of you.

Slowly pulling out his fingers out of you, one by one, he licked a strip up his fingers while looking into your eyes. He pulled down his jeans zippers, pulling out his leaking dick. He gave himself a few good pumps with his soiled hand. Is he not wearing any underwear?? Yikes.

“Now, sit down on my fucking dick.” Adam smirked at you.

A moment of clarity hit you when you remembered the unused pregnancy test you have hidden away.

“Wait! Do you have a condom?” You looked hopefully at Adam.

He looked at you like you just ruined Christmas, easter and his birthday all at once, “What the fuck do we need that for?”

“I’m not interested in pregnancy. Today is not safe.” You told him, you tried to sound stern.

“You would look hot as fuck though, with swollen tits and a swollen stomach. You sure you don’t want me to cream you while you’re ovulating? Besides, it went well last time, didn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow at you. The gold piercing was reflecting the light of the street lamp outside.

His hand were rubbing at your hips, wandering further up till he helped you take off your sweater. You didn’t bother wearing anything under it because bras suck. He smiled at the sight of your bare chest as if he just won the lottery. He really was moody.

“I’m serious! I bought a fucking pregnancy test, I was so stressed last time.” Adam didn’t even bother looking into your eyes again, his huge hand pulling and rubbing at your nipples and chest. You had to bit your lip to keep from moaning. You had to be strong, at least once. You also really needed to finish this degree without getting pregnant.

“See babe? That’s what you need my number for. So you can fucking tell me that shit.” Adam made brief eye contact with you, before he leaned forward and started sucking at your nipple. His teeth carefully bit down. Your hands tangled themselves up in Adam’s hair. Because Adam pulled you forward for easier reach, your pussy ended up rubbing across Adam’s length. The groan which left his lips made your tit vibrate deliciously.

He really knows how to play you. With his hands he grasped your ass, massaging it before he dragged you across his dick. Your clit caught at his dick piercing, causing you to call out for Adam.

And if you had half a mind, you would simply open up the car door and climb out, to really make your point clear. And Adam would drag you back in, while complaining and get a condom somewhere (hopefully). But the risk of him actually letting you leave was not something you wanted. You just really needed to have him fill you up.

Tugging at his hair, he removed his mouth from your boob. He smiled at you, “Finally ready to get dicked down, baby?” Adam asked you in that arrogant tone of his.

Your own hands wandered across Adam’s chest, till you finally tugged at the bottom of his shirt, trying to take it off. Adam slightly sat up, removing his shirt and throwing it on the passenger seat. Fully taking in his tan olive skin, you realised just how hot he truly is. There was a scar across his right ribcage, his nipple piercing just made him 100 times more attractive, his ample stomach made you want to straight up cannibalise him while his happy trail made your mouth water. What a man.

Grasping his cheeks into your hands, you tilted his head up so he could properly look at you. Your thumb grazed over his lips, “Adam, sweetie..” You cooed down at him. You felt his dick twitch under you, “Don’t you want me to ride you till you’re sucked dry? I can only do that if you get a condom. C’mon…” His eyes were starring into your own.

Adam grasped your wrists into his hand, removing your hands from his cheeks. His face didn’t show any ounce of emotion. Ah, maybe that was the wrong move. Before regret could fully set in, Adam started swearing under his breath. He leaned forward suddenly, a surprised gasp leaving your mouth, while he rummaged through the glove department. Successfully he pulled out a condom, while probably also cursing you.

He leaned his back properly against the seat, ripping open the condom package with his teeth. Adam then glided the condom on his dick, after you scooted back to give him some space. Once he made sure everything was secured, you leaned forward to kiss him again. His hands were grasping your hips, his fingers digging into the plushy flesh.

Once the kiss stopped, you grasped Adam’s dick, lining it up with your pussy.

During your two week Adam break, you really told yourself that that would be a one time thing. That next time you would say no to him. That you don’t really need him or his attention and touch and whatever else he can give you. Well, you’re also a big fat liar so there is that.

Placing your own hand on Adam’s hand, you tugged it off to intervene your finger. Biting down at your lip you slowly glided down on Adam’s dick. Your other hand was placed on his shoulder, nails digged into this skin.

Slowly sliding down on him, your mouth fell open at the stretch. Adams eyes were focused on your pussy swallowing him whole, “You take me so well.” He groaned out.

Once you were fully sat down on Adam’s cock, you panted in the stuffy air. Taking a glance to your right, you saw the windows were all fogged up. At least you have the illusion of privacy.

Adam’s hand moved from your hip to your ass, grabbing at the fat and massaging it. He slowly rocked your hips back and forth with that movement. His other hand squeezed your intervened fingers, he then pulled your hand towards his mouth. Kissing your finger tips while looking into your eyes.

Ah. Why does everything he do make your head spin? Did he do fucking witchcraft or something on you??

Grasping with your hands both his shoulders, you started rocking your hips back and forth. First at an slow and careful speed, but then you started going faster. Till you started going properly up and down on him. Adam’s hand went to your tit, fondling and pinching, while his other hand moved from the back of your neck towards the top of your head. You stopped questioning Adam’s behaviour a while ago.

“If I knew you looked so hot on top, I would have let you ride me immediately last time.” Adam told you, his eyes were jumping all across your body, it seemed like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to look, “But damn, babe, we really need to get you on birth control.”

“S’expensive.” You mumbled out.

Your forehead meet his neck. Maybe you should exercise more, the burn in your thighs was getting intense.

“..You getting tired there, baby?” A breathy chuckle left his lips.

Adam forced your movements to stop, to sit down properly with his hand moving to your hip. He smirked at you, probably knowing he was going to give you another unforgettable experience. Why couldn’t he have been average in everything he does? Noooo, he had to blow your mind away. Damn him and his solid experience.

Adam started thrusting up into you. First at a slow and deep pace. getting you used to the sensation, then he went faster and faster. His piercing scrapped against a sensitive spot in you.

“Right there!” You gasped into his neck, you then started to kiss and suck at his skin. Leaving your own mark. His one hand was still on top of your head, massaging your scalp and playing with your hair.

Thankfully Adam is decent at following orders, he kept up his pace, hitting the spot over and over. You could feel an orgasm approaching. You were probably straight up moaning against Adam’s ear, but he doesn’t seem to complain.

“I can promise you, baby, ‘m gonna get you whatever you want as long as ya going to be my lovely cum dump.” He mumbled out.

Woah orgasms and meaningless consumption??? Your two favourite things!

All you could muster was a whine. Because that was a big commitment. Maybe you’re going to ghost him again. An extra rough thrust made you see stars, and the ghosting idea left your mind and maybe you should marry him and be a housewife and give him as many children as he wants.

You threw your head back at the feeling of overwhelming pleasure and- ah, that’s why he had his hand on top of your head, when you slightly crashed your head into the car roof. It was more shock than anything else, but it still scared the orgasm out of you. Damn it.

Adam stopped his movement’s, his brows were furrowed at your scrunched up face. His hand rubbed at your head in concern, “You good?”

You nodded your head at him, looking into his eyes with your own teary ones, “..I lost my orgasm.” You mumbled out in the most pathetic voice imaginable. To your own defence, it is the worst thing to happen to you today.

Adam looked at you with a blank look for a split second, before laughing at you. You hid your own face behind your hands, embarrassment cursed through your veins. You’re stupid. Why did you say that?

With the way Adam was laughing at you, you felt his dick jump inside of you, which in turn made you clench around him. Adam grasped your wrists into his hand, yanking them down and he smiled at you like a wolf.

“Well..Who am I to say no to my favourite slut? You want to cum? I’m going to make you cum.”

Why is he so hot!!!! You were going to smash your head again into the car roof.

You already thought his pace before was intense. Now? It was brutal. The scraping of his piercing, his hands on your hips and ass, his dick stretching you apart, his stubble rubbing against your soft skin. His constant fucking talking.

“Ugh, babe, you got such a tight cunt. Squeezing me. And you say you don’t want me to cum inside? Ha. Yeah, right.” Adam started rocking your hips back and forth, your clit was rubbing against his jeans.

“‘M more surprised you haven’t got anyone pregnant with that raging breeding kink of yours.” You whimpered into his ear, then you bit into his ear lobe. That was more to be annoying than sexy, but with the way he groaned and his dick twitched inside of you it seemed like it had the opposite effect.

You really would have missed his words, if you weren’t paying attention enough,

“You the only one I wanna get pregnant. Those other whores don’t deserve to have my cum.”

Why do you feel flattered….Something is really, deeply off about you. You need to up your medication.

It felt like hot flames were pooling in your lower stomach, you felt intense, near painful tingles on your clit and thanks to Adam’s constant rhythm of your clit rubbing against the rough fabric of his jeans it wasn’t a surprise that an orgasm washed over you. Your nails dug into Adam’s biceps while you squeezed around his cock.

“Fucking hell, you wanna milk me dry, huh?” Adam groaned, and with a few hip thrust of his own he came. You kinda missed the feeling of his hot cum shooting into you, but you would take that knowledge to your grave.

You rested your face into the crook of Adam’s neck, trying to regulate your breathing. Your legs felt like jelly. Adam was also breathing heavily, his hands rubbed up and down on your back. He stayed inside of you.

Realistically you knew that he had to pull out, to keep the contraceptive working but on the other hand..You just wanted to stay like that. Having Adam not talk for once was a relaxing change. And having his big warm hands on your back, which was starting to cool down, was just pure bliss.

“..You know, we could always do the pull out method.” He mured into your ear, trying to sound seductive.

You couldn’t help but snort at his words, “Yeah, sure, look me in the eyes and tell me you could pull out of this.” You lifted up your one knee, your skirt was lifted up by it and it gave Adam a clear view of your filled up pussy.

Adam couldn’t even look you in the eyes too mesmerised apparently by the sight, it was emphasised by Adam’s dick coming back to life again, twiching and growing inside of you.

“..Shit, you’re right.” Adam grasped your waist and lifted you off off him. He removed the condom, tied it up and threw it somewhere carelessly on the backseat floor. Yikes again.

He rubbed at his chin, probably thinking of what to do next with you. With a hot flash across your body you remembered his promise from last time. Thinking of it, you could fit on the floor in between his legs. Maybe. It would be uncomfortable but you also seemingly have no self respect so what does that matter?

“Get in the back seat.” Adam told you, you nodded at his words. Ok. You can crawl over there. Adam gave a light slap to your ass and chuckled at your surprised gasp. Successfully making it back there, you made sure not to step on the discarded condom. Why is he like that?

Adam grabbed another condom, since he was too big for anything really, he couldn’t crawl back there like you. Instead, he used the doors, like a normal person. Couldn’t be you.

Your head was against the window, and when Adam opened the door car door and crawled onto the seat and flashed that smirk of his you knew you were a goner. Out of seemingly instinct your legs slightly opened. Adam closed the door behind him- yay to the illusion of privacy!- and then he grabbed your ankle and tugged your roughly towards him.

A surprised gasp left your lips, you were laid down now, with Adam towering over you. He once again secured the condom, then he bent down to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping he secured against you. His left arm was supporting his weight against the seat, caging you in, while the other hand was sensually moving from your stomach towards your pussy. He drew patterns into your pubes which made you squirm uncomfortably. Maybe you should start shaving. He then rubbed his thick fingers across your slit, probably checking if you were still wet enough for him. He grazed your clit and it made your whole body jolt.

“Every time a girl shaves her pussy an angel dies. I swear on it.” Adam mumbled out. If those words were meant for only him or if he noticed you being uncomfortable, you didn’t known. But it made you feel somewhat more comfortable.

Adam lined up his super duper magic dick against your entrance and slowly pushed it in. You wrapped your one leg around him, since the other was squished between his body and the seats.

With slow and deep thrusts Adam rocked against you, now you realised how much the car must have moved. The pleasure was building slowly but surely. Adam was quite for once. Pussy so good it shut Adam up?? You’re sure you can put that on your resume.

You wrapped your hand around Adam’s bicep, to steady yourself. You squeezed the soft flesh, looking mesmerised at his big arms. He smiled down at you and flexed his muscles, making them rock hard. You squeezed again and swore under your breath. At this display you remembered actual strong men, and how fat is needed for muscles to be functional and you remembered seeing Adam carrying 2 heavy ass amplifiers on his shoulders as if that was nothing and oh. You need him. Badly. Thankfully you have him.

Using your one hand which was at the back of his neck, you pulled him down to you. Teeth clashing and tongues dancing and spit getting everywhere. It was all consuming and still not enough.

Once the kiss ended, Adam rested his own forehead against yours. You worried for his neck and the constant way he has to twist and bend it to reach you. You gazed into each others eyes, mouths panting into each other and the street light from outside let warm light flow in. It felt like you couldn’t avoid Adam, he was wrapped over you, completely covering you from every angle and he was inside of you, throbbing and twitching. You were breathing in the same air. And you didn’t want him to leave, if you could you would capture this moment and stay here forever.

Why does this feel romantic?

It seemed like you weren’t the only one who thought that, since Adam straighten his back suddenly, as if he forgot what you are to him.

When you looked up into his endless eyes, he was slightly frowning, but that expression changed as soon as it came. Maybe you imagined it.

He grabbed your face roughly and forced your mouth to open wide for him. You let your tongue roll, and rubbed his thumb against it. Hot. He removed his tongue only to spit into your mouth. That’s also hot??

You closed your mouth to swallow his spit.

He seemed rather satisfied with that. He sped up the pace, skin slapping against skin and your moans and gasp and his grunts and string of loosely connected words which you weren’t paying attention to left his mouth. His smug face kind of pissed you off, so you reached out and twisted his pierced nipple.

Adam stifled his own moan by biting down on his lip. But the pleasure he felt from that, he couldn’t hide from you.

And once Adam came, he bit down on your neck. Great! More marks you will have to hide. Ughhh.

The way Adam immediately slowly pulled out of you surprised you. He seemed to enjoy staying in as long as possible. Your brain was a bit to slow to catch up with Adam’s movement. His face disappeared between your thighs, under your skirt and ah-

“Wait. You don’t have to…” Your sentence was interrupted by your own moan.

Adam’s lips latched around your clit and he sucked. Hard.

Overstimulation immediately cursed through your veins, your fingers found themselves at home in Adam’s hair and you tugged. Nails massaging Adam’s scalp, this is probably what heaven felt like.

His tongue traced idle patterns into your clit. Probably spelling his own name again…Asshole. But since you were already close when Adam was fucking into you romantic missionary style, you came with a sob and your body curled into itself. You tugged Adam away from your overstimulated hole. The fact that you were clenching around nothing made you a bit sad.

“If I ever say no to fucking you, honey pot, I need you to take me out the back and shoot me in the head.” Adam told you matter of fact.

You dumbly nodded at his words. Whatever he wants he can get. Genuinely.

“How are you so good at everything?” Your already barley existent filter was gone now in a post orgasmic haze.

Adam laughed at you, “What can I say, I’m a real pussy pleaser.” He sat properly up in the seat, tugging everything away properly. He must have thrown the condom away when your brain was still mush. Reaching over he grasped your arm and dragged you into his lap.

Once you rested your face against your shoulder, bare skin against bare skin and the heat radiating from his body you felt sleep over come you. Adam grasped your shoulders and shook you awake. Literally. You thought you were going to fall on the nasty floor where your guys used condoms laid around. At least the only condoms there were yours?

“You fallin' asleep on me again, baby?”

“Yes. So. Silence, m’tired.” You barley mumbled out. Throwing your head into Adam’s neck again.

“Get back to the passenger seat, slut. I’m driving you home.”

Groaning as if Adam just killed you, you crawled to the front again. There you also put your sweater back on and pocketed your phone. Your keys were also safe with you. That’s good, you love not being locked out. You adjusted your panties while you were at it.

Resting your head against the window, you closed your eyes again while Adam got back into the drivers seat. Turning on the engine, he started driving towards your home.

Since you were half asleep, it felt like it took a second for Adam to arrive in front of your apartment complex. You mumbled out a tired ‘Thanks for the ride.’ and climbed out of the seat.

“You know usu-“

You slammed the door shut before Adam could finish that sentence. The plan was to act like you didn’t hear him. Simply walking towards the entrance, you opened the door and opened it fully by pressing your side against it. You couldn’t care less about the usual. The less you knew of other girls the happier you are.

You looked back at the car, to at least wave Adam bye or something, but when you saw him slam his head against the wheel you stopped in your tracks. You watched the display of his frustration for a few seconds, he then raised his head, probably to check if you got in safely. He froze in horror when he realised you saw that.

Truth be told, you didn’t think Adam was capable of embarrassment. But here he was.

Holding eye contact for a painful second, you simply shook your head and quickly got inside. Walking up the stairs towards your apartment, you unlocked the door, threw off your shoes and collapsed into your bed.

———————————-

Since you usually keep your word, you started texting Adam back whenever you could. At least that seemed to make him happy. You think. It’s hard to tell over text. You also made an appointment with your obgyn, or as Adam called it your ‘Pussy doctor’. You’re close to blocking him.

On Monday, you walked with your friend towards her car in the uni parking lot. You were going to meet up with your other friends for lunch.

Of course Adam was also there, his car parked right across your friend. Gahh. His band members were with him, he just unlocked the car when everyone tumbled in. You could hear your ex call out, “Dude, what the fuck?! Are those used condoms!?”

You were going to kill Adam and then yourself. WAS HE WINKING AT YOU?? He’s dead. Thankfully no one noticed.

Your friend made a face at that info being yelled out across the parking lot, she unlocked her own car and got in. You didn’t hear more from the exchange, but from the way Adam looked happy you knew he was taunting your ex.

Your friend fastened her seatbelt, “I don’t get how anyone can fuck Adam. Like, he’s so disgusting, disrespectful, misogynistic..”

Biting at your lip, you already knew your friends would be mad at you if they found out about you and Adam from someone else besides you. Looking around the car, to make sure the windows were really closed, you took a deep breath.

Adam was in his own car, signalling to her that she has the right of way. She made a quick thank-you-wave and was about to back out of the parking space.

“I did.”

She slammed into the breaks, causing you to be catapulted forwards. The way she starred at you without saying anything, made you uncomfortable. She was speed running all the stages of grief, you could clearly see that. She sighed heavily, like the whole world was resting on her shoulders with your confession.

“……..Is he really that big?”

[rise-my-angel]

Heart of the Great Wolf

31 - Light in the Darkest Storms

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

Length: 19.5k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, past character death, flashbacks, discussion of virginity, references to past rape, smut, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, breeding kink

Notes: Holidays are over so we will go back to the regular posting schedule from now on. Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here

Winter Town had scarcely ever been meaningfully populated in your time outside of war. Many who worked in the castle walls of Winterfell would find homes there but the town itself was not needed much when it had been the warmth of summer. But the closer you got the more you could see as the people all found settlement rivalling that of White Harbour or Barrowton, should you wager a guess you would say the more the people gathered it would be perhaps a fortnight or twice that before some fifteen thousand Northerns made home.

Only this time, it would be a King in the North to which the Northerners were gathering to settle close by in the winds. But whereas Jon Snow fit in this world without a shadow of a doubt, it was those echos of doubt shadowing over looks certain people were giving you. More then normal now, and many with a sense of unease.

The display on the journey home had rattled your own people and now they looked at their dead Queen as if her mind had snapped and were waiting for the rest of it to show it’s ugly head. But you didn’t know what to say to them to quell such concern, you had barley accomplished enough of it to bring Jon back down to something calm. He hadn’t been since that night, his eyes on you were not that of the same disturb as the people, but they watched you dark and close all the same.

Your horse riding beside his and constantly you tried to pretend as if you couldn’t feel his gaze, but in truth if you turned to look behind you, many gazes would’ve suddenly turned away abruptly. At least Jon would hold it with the same look.

Narrowed eyes with something protective behind them that he wasn’t sure how to express, not with how you’ve been.

When he had brought you back to your quarters on the ship, he had sat you on the edge of the bed, crouching in front of you with his hands keeping you steady on your upper arms. Asking you what happened, but you only stammered. “I’m- I don’t even remember getting out of bed, never had a dream like that..” You could only hear Hazzea’s screams that erupted into nothing as it was charred away along with the rest leaving nothing but black bones to haunt you. Or the look in the eyes of that dragon which was terrifying as it was angering.

It looked to the girl with nothing but a need to kill and then flew off, but how could you tell him that without sounding like only a dream? It must have been, but you didn’t feel like it. Your dreams varied from ominous to vivid and confusing but they never made you feel as if you were standing in the real world. It felt as real in that temple as it did when you turned around to find yourself back on the ship.

Cupping the sides of your cheeks, you hated how Jon’s face had been twisted into something just as upset as you felt on the inside. Grey eyes still tinted with a red behind them as your hands curled into your palms to keep them from shaking. His thumb running over your cheek as his voice was a bit breathless in his own worry, “Darling this wasn’t just some dream, I’ve never heard you scream like that..” Looking over your just as unsure state, Jon tried to tilt your face down to meet his eyes as they drifted away. “You weren’t -do you even know what language you were speaking?”

Your answer however, was specific. Too specific to the point it took Jon entirely off guard as his head jolted back a small bit. But it also dawned on you as you once more fell from his gaze, how specific that answer came in an instant.

It was the first flag that made you both feel uncomfortable over the matter, you had dreamt and spoke in a language you knew nothing of despite recognizing it coming from your mouth. “Do you know what you were saying?”

Distantly you nodded a yes, you could see everything in that temple clear as Jon was now. The enormity of a foreign culture you were ignorant to, the languages far from Westerosi common, the guards, the Queen at the very top and the two knights beside her. It was not the misting blurs of a dream world as you would recall. It was only half a story, one that was rambling as your mind still felt attached and Jon hardly could grasp how such a dream linked to what he saw.

Whispers of a Targaryean with three dragons and on the journey home you have a violent dream of dragons burning a child alive, Jon thought it could be a coincidence, but he felt doubt over it.

You had hardly slept since then, spending much of the nights out against the side of the ship looking out to the blackness over the night waters. One night he would convince you to try and sleep, the next you wouldn’t budge. It was as if you feared sleeping in chance of another dream, and perhaps you did.

Now as the sights of Winterfell came close as you all rode up, Jon beside you looked somehow like every other Northerner, and yet with the air of a King. Warm with the dark fur around his shoulders once more made him look intimidating but not with such in eyes. Grey eyes wide and bright, looking at his people with more then a humble nature, still finding it odd in his mind, that they would bow and kneel to him as “your grace”, as he nodded and acknowledged many of them.

You could only hope you didn’t look as lost and exhausted as you felt, tired of looking weak and pathetic at Jon’s side. The Queen who was losing her mind in the eyes of his people. A shame on his family that should be considered.

It had been busy the moment the gates of Winterfell rose up, neither you nor Jon bothering with much decorum. Things needed to be done and you wanted little time to spend watching people watch you. A decent number of resources on their way but you had to trust in others to covey details to the smiths on what exactly they were looking at. Groups finding purpose here and elsewhere as men around all worked to attend to the King in the North’s return but as you climbed from your own horse, your hands stayed attached to the saddle. Glancing around as whispers found their way in your mind, tingling against your skin as each flicker of eyes towards you spoke of judgment.

As one of the stable boys took the liberty of guiding your horse away you stood in the clearing feeling lost. Gloved hands now at your sides tensing and retensing as the whispers dulled to the increasing loudness of your beating hard in your ears, until it all came to a heart stopping end as Selyse came to your side. Eyes narrow and sharp as she quietly called your name, you could still feel your heart in your chest as you looked at her, but with a silence on your tongue waiting for her to speak first.

Glancing to the side before coming a step more to your front, “Maybe it is best if we bring you inside for now.” It might have been concern on her, but it was hard to see and every single even minor look in your direction made the whispering grow deafening. As if only a girl, you swallowed before nodding saying no words.

It was as Selyse shared a look across the way to Ser Davos, did the man’s attention diverting grab Jon’s eyes. Noticing your mother place a hand at your back and guide you inside without a word to anyone.

She knew her way around the castle well enough by that point, a fortnight here after your departure to White Harbour and she knew when places were busy and when not. It also, was the perfect time to bring you into the more quiet side of the kitchens to sit you down. Requesting a tea from one of the ladies there as she sat down at a small circular table just slightly to the side to look at you. A grown woman you were, but you knew your mother was looking at you and could replace it with the image of a young Shireen having a bad day in need of quiet away from others.

Not much of a mother to you in a long time, but she had been for Shireen’s entire life and for now that would have to do. Her voice was thankfully low in nature as was yours, “I haven’t seen you that nervous in a crowd since you were a girl.”

Quietly thanking the woman who placed a warm mug in front of you, it was brought just enough to your lips to blow ever so slightly at the steam before wagering a sip. Too hot to taste still, but the heat warmed your blood and sent out the remaining shivers of cold from you. Having another before slowly beginning to take off the cloak around your shoulders and let it drape over the back of your seat as did your mother. Hands still in gloves but felt the heat as they both cupped the side of your mug, “You should have seen me at my wedding. I was so nervous I wasn’t sure I was going to even make it to the Weirwood before passing out.”

Hardly letting out a chuckle, Selyse watched you for another quiet moment. “Celebrations were never quite a tradition in our family.” You knew she wished to ask, but instead found other things to occupy her voice that eased you into things. “The first time you came home from the North, you had asked your father and I, if feasts were supposed to be loud and chaotic. I remember not knowing if you were disappointed we never had ones such as that or not.”

You mustered half a smile, “Likely a bit of both.” She rose an eyebrow in question as you took another sip, “I enjoyed watching the others have such a good time, but I was worried you and father would be mad at me if I participated. Was worried about a lot of things from that first visit, thought if you both knew I’d never be allowed to return.”

Tilting her head in slight amusement with a lighter air on her tongue, “That assumption clearly did not work out in that manner.” Nodding at her, your eyes felt distant. Trying to not see the stares and hear the whispers and you felt your chest tighten again. Leaning forward to you, she lowered her tone with a murmur of your name. “Is there nothing more you can say of that night?”

Hand stopping as it was reaching the liquid to your lips, you sighed and let it drop back down. If the servers milling about were listening, they did a very good job at not showing it. “I told you, I wasn’t even aware I had gotten out of bed, I know even less then what they all saw.” It was silent for a second before you looked down at the table away from her, “It felt as if everyone was speaking about me out there, like everyone was watching and whispering about what happened.”

“No one was doing such a-”

Your tone almost snapped, but it reigned in almost as soon as you opened your mouth. “They were, we both know they were. Everyone had been. I have one nightmare and now my own people look at me as if I’ve lost my mind.”

Your mother was quicker then you it seemed, “You look at me as if I’ve lost mine some days.”

Narrowing your brows for a moment, you relented just as fast in acceptance. “You are following a belief, a faith. I had a dream that made me walk and scream in my sleep. Two very different kinds of insanity, I would say.” Your nails tapped at the mug as your eyes slipped closed as long as you inhaled deeply. “I’ve hardly slept since that night. As if I know falling asleep one night I will have another dream just like it, but maybe this time I’ll do worse then scream.”

Both knowing the answer to it, she put the suggestion forth regardless. “I can speak to Maester Wolkan, essence of nightshade could help you sleep-”

Your tone was sharp as was your eyes, “I’m not about to begin relying on a few drops of poison every night just so I don’t have scary nightmares, mother. Besides, it wouldn’t help how little I’ve eaten either.” All you could see was the bones, those black, charred bones of Hazzea as clear as day and then you’d hear her fading scream and all appetite would leave you. Nothing felt appetizing when such senses invaded your mind.

Leaning into the quiet, only sounds around that of shuffling, bubbling and whatever they were preparing behind you, your mother was more stern then before. “You barley take care of yourself as it is. Always running yourself ragged trying to do everything, you will be able to do that even less if you have no food or sleep in your body.” Trying not to roll your eyes, knowing she was only stating the honest truth. “Dying once has not made you immune from starvation.”

Sighing deeply, you knew she meant well. Taking food for granted was not something she nor your father were uncaring with. “Plenty of books in Winterfell, could always made soup if I let things get that dire.”

The dropping look in Selyse’s face was one you knew she had given Shireen too many times when she got too clever for her own good. “I am trying to get you to care of your well being. Strange events have followed you since your death and they are only getting stranger. You need to be looking out of more then only other people now. Especially if-”

Cutting her off sternly, you didn’t want to hear about this. Not now. It hadn’t been brought up since before that dream and you were beginning to feel a creeping voice in your mind that had been gone since the months leaving Castle Black. Ones that you were too much of a burden, too much of a problem again.

Jon knocks down one problem with you, and another takes it’s place in a matter of days. You should have stayed on Dragonstone with your father, at least you wouldn’t be in Jon’s way thousands of miles apart. Maybe if you got up and left right now, everyone would be too busy to notice you disappear.

It choked your throat and down to your lungs in an ill sensation at the anxiety of, would Jon secretly be grateful once you were gone? He was too kind to tell you to leave his life, he always was. Always placated your burdens as if they didn’t weigh him down horribly. Once afraid you would be dragging Robb into a miserable life married to you, but it seemed he was the wrong wolf you were the constant of issues for.

Silence painful before you sighed, not a sign of strength holding your resolve left in your eyes. “You and father don’t have to worry about this sort of thing.” Softening in your eyes, was an apologetic sorrow that was bright for any to see. “You haven’t had to wake up every single day for months, worrying you are getting in his way. Standing between him and real happiness because you don’t know how else to contain how you feel. I was worried in Castle Black I was ruining his life and now it feels like I’m back to doing just that. What do I even offer him? What as a Queen do I even bring to his cause he could not do himself, better?”

Selyse didn’t have an answer to that, because you did not want one. It was a spiral that begged for others to toss you away in worth or use as you spent a year in a new life being tortured with. More for you had changed in those months then many encountered in a single lifetime.

It hadn’t been sitting there to pressure you, it was almost hidden away so any who wandered in might not have spotted it, but you did. You saw it almost right away and the second you traced your fingers over the fabric you found yourself sitting back on the edge of the bed. Material in hands as you ran over the details. It was clearly made to fit you with detailed accuracy.

Had it been meant as something in your face, likely there would’ve just been people there already to put you in it. Instead it sat alone, in the quiet room for you to contemplate. It would be your choice this time, both of you and somehow that felt more strange then it did the first time. Neither you nor Robb had a say in it, and it was to happen at the end of what turned out to be the start of a nightmare that had yet to end.

Not much of the ceremony did you recall. Were your life to be staked on it you’d have no way of saving yourself if the only rescue was to recite the words you spoke. Did you even breathe? You were a blur walking towards the Weirwood and part of having no choice in the matter made that memory easier to look back on then the willing one you had now.

Women like you weren’t supposed to choose. It wasn’t how it worked, you never grew up expecting you’d have a say in it. The way Cersei Lannister made it sound like you’d be sold off like some broodmare and perhaps for many it was as such. You were lucky it was Robb, more lucky then most highborn women ever would get. But here you were with a choice of freedom and that was more difficult to do.

Coming to terms with having love after Robb was growing a bit better, more time spent considering the truth that he would not want you to be miserable after him, but marriage? Forsaking the name he shared with you and taking that of his brother? Jon came first, but Robb was never less then he was.

It was all so complicated in your mind.

Still now, you could see the hateful eyes in Catelyn, how if you made this choice she would look down at you forever as something more horrid of a word then you’d prefer to think coming from her. A woman who parts of your life acted as a mother, was your mother by marriage in war for three years and ended that life on nothing but good terms. If you chose to do this, she would hate you for eternity.

“I can't tell if you hate it or not.”

Head snapping up, only then realizing you hadn’t even heard Jon enter, or the door close behind him either. Your brows narrowed in question before he gestured down to the material in your hands, an easy breath coming out close to something of a laugh as you shook your head. “On the contrary, it’s eeiry how well you knew what to tell them to make.”

Stepping closer, Jon gave half a smile. His voice low and somewhat quiet as he sat next to you, but a decent foot of space between his body and yours was almost staggering in the quiet. “Almost like I’ve known you most of my life.”

A more genuine grin came about you, looking up to not anything of significance on the stone wall ahead as your tone fell in an amusing monotone. “My father’s known me my whole life and he couldn’t even tell you if I have a favourite food of any kind.”

The lightness in Jon’s voice had you without notice, forming an easy grin on your face even if it didn’t quite match the soft but combating glaze over your eyes. “Easy, you love peppercrab stew, stuffed clams, anything that comes from the sea.”

Muttering a playful in mocking return, “Almost as if I grew up on an island.”

Jon ignored your jest, “And even though you claim you don’t like sweet desserts, you would live off of blueberry tarts if it was possible.” That time he caught the playfully offended look in your eye at being called out, a laugh easier on his lips then it came huffing from yours. “I also know you hate Dornish wine because every highborn in King’s Landing drinks it by the barrel, and that you think serving pigeon pie at weddings is disgusting.”

Your fingertips were tracing along the ornately stitched design, noticing it was almost a seamless blend of what looked like carvings of antlers as they trickled down into outlines of a wolf only noticeable up this close. None but you or him would even be near enough to make out such details but you knew they were intentional. “You would too if you were saw how many dead and bloodied pigeons end up inside those things before they’re cut open.”

Leaning back a bit, his palms braced more against the fur along his bed as Jon kept his eyes on nowhere but you. “Good thing I didn't tell them to make it.” Your head rose up a bit, hands stopping in motion as you looked to nothing once more hesitant in your shoulders, as Jon leaned forward again this time a bit closer as his voice rasped more beside you. “We don’t have to do anything, we can go back out there and just let our people enjoy a good night, but I need you to tell me if you want this or not.”

You could hear Robb clear as day, voice warm and soothing behind you as his hands ran along your arms before giving yourself over to him.

“If you don’t want this, I need you to tell me. We don’t have to do anything, but you need to be honest with me about it.”

He had given you the exact same out, and you didn’t take it then and it ended better then you could’ve imagined for the time you and Robb had with each other. Would taking that opportunity from Jon now be nothing but a regret? Or was otherwise being too selfish?

“Before I married him, I told Robb I was worried he would be trapped in a miserable marriage being with me. But we didn’t get a choice, we had to do it no matter what. But this time, if you marry me, it’ll be my fault if you end up hating your life.” Looking back up to meet his eyes, Jon was closer then before and instead of even entertaining such an idea, he cupped both sides of your face, pulling you up to meet his lips in a gentle kiss.

Your hands dropping the material into your lap as your hands reached up to press against his chest with your palms flat. It was soft, not teasing but keeping you just on the edge of needy as he would pull away just long enough that you wanted to whine and chase his lips, returning back to you as one of his hands danced back to run his fingers through your hair.

Pressing another innocent one, Jon then pulled back only enough that he could look you in the eye as yours slowly opened again. “You make me happy, and I make you happy. That’s enough. But we don’t have to do this-”

Shaking your head, heart almost so light it could fly from your chest and be lost to the skies hiding above the stone walls. Your hands ran up to gently wind around the back of his neck as you leaned up to kiss him, even a more gentle one then before. Almost just a tender press of lips before you pulled back. “I do, I- I just, my head is so confusing how it feels. One moment I’m sure as any has ever been that I want to be with you, and the next I’m terrified I’m wasting your life and you’ll hate me for it.”

Tracing his nose along the bridge of yours, Jon’s voice was a low rasp, “I suffer through a lot of things I hate, just add one more to the list is all.” If his intent was to make you fight between laughing and rolling your eyes he succeeded. Pulling away from him with a failing to hide grin fighting against him trying to yank you back.

“I only want you to be sure you won’t regret this down the line. Not easy to change your mind about a wife when you’re King.” His thumb running smoothly along your cheek and jaw, nudging your nose with his before capturing your lips once more. Only pulling back enough so your lips brushed his as you spoke, “You’re making it very hard to have a serious discussion, do you know that?”

Kissing you once more, Jon muttered against your lips, “Good.” Before capturing them again, one hand swiftly moving the fabric from your lap off to the side with a small toss blind, before moving you back, hands at your hips to all but toss you to the middle of his bed that time. Eagerly climbing up over you, meeting you with a sweeter kiss then was suitable for how much he just handled you like a rag doll. Both of his hands sat at the sides of your head, his voice deep as his grey eyes shined bright down at you. “Do you need me to prove how sure I am of marrying you? Because it also happens to be the same as showing you what my favourite dessert-

Calling his name indignantly, you laughed while feeling a fluster rise up your chest and into your cheeks instantly, Jon laughing brightly down at you. “Isn’t the man supposed to act a gentleman? Treat the innocent maiden with respect before a wedding?”

Jon trailed his lips easily down your neck, nothing more then greedy kisses to the sensitive skin as he spared you from him marking it with his teeth, muttering into your skin, “Innocent maidens as far as I’m aware, don’t normally let the man take her the way I do you, before the wedding.” He grinned again you tried to move out from under him, only making that embarrassment in you worse as he leaned more so you couldn’t hide from his words.

“If I ask any crew on our journey home if they think you have any innocence left for me to take from you, they'd say yes?” Running his lips down your neck to your collarbones, tone twisting to a deeper husk. “Or did everyone already hear how hard I took you at night? How much you tried to keep quiet but you just can’t stop yourself from sounding so beautiful when you cry out for me,”

Just as Jon shifted, one of his hands moving down along your dress as he reached the skirt already bunched up from his movements did you reach out and snatch his wrist. A playful mischief in his eyes as he pulled back to look down at you again, wanting to laugh at the narrowed look in yours. “Did you and Robb form a secret pact to endlessly embarrass me, because you’re both naturally quite good at it.”

Pushing up more to look down at you again, palms back braced against the furs of his bed, Jon smiled more softly this time. “No, but I do need you to tell me what you actually want to do. We can stay right here, I’ll strip you bare and taste you until the sun sets before I finally fuck you and everything can stay the same.” Leaning down to kiss you once, your hands running along his shoulders and one wrapping behind his neck gently as he looked back at you. “Or, we could do all of that, just a bit later after I’ve married you. But you have to be the one to decide. I’ve wanted to marry you since I was a boy. I made it this many years, I can wait as many more as you need.”

Rarely did this embarrassment extend passed only such a small amount of people, but as you heard the knock on your door did you know it was exactly that. You didn’t have much of other options, and asking felt like a child playing a game of fantasy, but it would be a sad display for you to do it alone. The guard outside the door calling to you, “Ser Davos here to see you, your grace.”

Inhaling deeply as your heart raced, you grabbed a long shall to partially wrap around you almost to hide what you were clearly wearing. “Send him in.”

Walking in, he could tell instantly what you were feeling. Having done mostly everything yourself, you preferred unlike last time, not to have handmaidens fuss over your hair and face, but it also meant you had spend some time now alone with your thoughts. “Your grace,”

Dropping any act of formality right away, your voice was higher in pitch as you also spoke probably too fast to sound proper. “Is it childish of me to ask if I look even halfway decent?”

Davos laughed however, walking in more with a comfort. “I’m not exactly a man with the best sense of dress, especially if you ask my wife, but you look beautiful.” Watching you sigh out as you almost defeated sat down on the edge of the bed, you found little comfort in what now was your former bedroom. Davos watched closely, finding a similar assessment Ned Stark had before him. “Of all the things to make you nervous and this is it.”

Your head made a move to fall into your hands, only to recall you at least had attempted to hide your lack of sleep with some kind of makeup. Leaving them flat on your lap as he sat next to you. “If it’s possible I think I’m even more nervous this time then the first, and this is when I know what I’m getting myself into.”

Looking you over closely, he asked the question on the tip of his tongue that he suspected you were just nervous enough to answer honestly. “Why not tell your father you might be getting married when we left Dragonstone?”

Wanting to shrug you knew that wasn’t the right response. Sighing deeply, your hands wrung together as your head stayed hanging down. “When I married Robb, the only family I had there was Robert. Renly wasn’t there, Shireen wasn’t, my father or mother..I was just shipped off to the North with no one there with me.” The last thing you wanted was to feel this choked up, forcing it down deep inside to not break you, even as it peeked through in a tiny crack of your voice. “Lord Stark gave me away last time. Raised me here almost half my life then, and even when I thought my own father was gone he was still the one I missed. The one I miss now. And I know that makes me sound horrible-”

“It doesn’t.” Looking up at him, your eyes stung red as your heart constricted trying not to feel like such a child at how much you wished Ned Stark was here this time too. Davos though, held not a single ounce of judgment in his face but a comfort only that of a father could give. “I admire your father in many ways, but I’m not blind to the difficult relationship you two have had your whole life. He’s a tough man to get close too, and Lord Stark was father enough to you that when it came down to it, you chose to return to your husband to try and save his life together when everyone else thought you’d go to Stannis.” Leaning forward more to ensure he had your proper attention, “If I can miss your baby sister like she was my own daughter, then you can miss Ned Stark when he was your father by marriage. It’s okay to miss the people we love.”

Nodding, you swallowed harsh to force down those heavy pains in your lungs to the depths. “My father sent me to marry Robb all alone, and then called him a usurper and a thief for leading his own people when they felt like they had nothing. Called me a traitor for siding with the husband he married me to.” Almost lost for a moment, in the memory when Robb had reassured you so gently that if fighting your father was what was to happen, he refused to let you shoulder it alone. “I know you barley knew him, Robb..but you know Jon..”

Davos reached an arm to wrap around your shoulder, glad on the inside at how easily you let him comfortingly pull you into his side. “I do, and I know he loves you more then anyone in this world could love someone. Was quite the grouch when you were in White Harbour because he didn’t know what to do with himself without you.” You huffed a laugh, but moved little else. “It doesn’t matter of these things come for us all in winter, because as long as Jon has you, he has a reason to keep going, to keep fighting back.” He was quiet, hoping you’d listen to him more then only hear him. “I know I’m not Ned Stark, but I’ve known you your whole life, so how about we get ready to give you away before your husband to be just comes looking for you himself.”

Laughing in his side, Davos joined as well. Giving you a moment to collect yourself, you breathed deeply as your heart slowed to something more manageable. “I know you’re only here because of my fathers order, but I’m still really grateful you are Ser Davos,” Your hand reached up to the necklace that you had yet to take off once. “And I know Shireen is too. She didn’t get to be at the last wedding, but thanks to you she will get a front seat this time.”

Pulling you up, you knew he could see the threat of tears wanting to fall and without even a doubt did he pull you into a hug. You couldn’t have known it, but you fell right into it just as Shireen had the day she learned of what happened to you. And he felt that pull of a father just as strongly. Before coming to the door, Davos stopped and turned to you, nodding down to the shall wrapped around you with a pointed stare.

Anxiously you gripped it tighter before exhaling deeply and undoing it. Nervously putting it down on the bed as the ivory dress now was allowed to breathe. “It’s almost unnerving how well Jon knows you, was trying to find the right way to describe it when he wrote back here from Dragonstone. Complaining that he knows what you looked like in his head but hadn’t the life of him to figure out how to describe it.”

You didn’t realize that Davos knew Jon had been thinking about this, and the surprise was shown in your eyes as your lips parted slightly with an unspoken question. “Ended up having to go ask your mother what he should be telling them,” Your eyes widened more as he laughed. You beginning the question of if she knew when he only answered, “Honestly, your grace, I think he was relying on you being a bit oblivious at times. By the time we left harbour you were likely the only one who didn’t know.”

Shaking your head, Davos in a clearly practised manner, held his arm out for you to loop around and you felt none of the awkwardness which your actual father would’ve provided you with. “Thank you for this, Davos, for everything.”

An easy smile came over his at the very faint one you were trying to hide on yours. “Nothing to thank me for, I’m here because I care, not because I was ordered to be. Your father would’ve kept me on Dragonstone had I not been the one to suggest coming back North with you to be his eyes and ears.”

The halls of the castle were cool in the fabric, but it had been made with something warm enough that you were certain at the least would not freeze you to death. “Why?”

“I believe in your father, but I’ve also spent over four years watching him make questionable choices. As far as he’s come, I’ve felt much more useful at you and Jon’s side. Better listeners you two are then Stannis Baratheon if anyone can believe that.” Your laughter echoed through the empty halls as you came to the doors leading to the main court yard, and from there it would be a nothing walk to the godswood where it was all waiting.

Standing by the doors, you inhaled shakily. “All our lives we never thought we’d be able to be together, and now I’m supposed to just walk out there and marry him like it’s easy.” Don’t let your eyes sting you told yourself, not now.

“It is easy, you just walk out there and do whatever it is Northerners do when you pray to a tree.” Both of you almost burst into a heavier laugh at that, swallowing a doubt down with a nod as he prompted you to stand straighter as he did. “Come, time to give that man the one thing that might make actually him happy for once in his life.”

Jon knew Arya would’ve been mad she wasn’t the first person he told. She had seen him kiss you in the stables when he was sure you both were alone, and later came storming into his room with a shove far too strong for a girl her size, angry he didn’t tell her.

Amusingly, she had gotten more angry the more he refused to admit it. Trying not to yell at him when Jon told her sneaking around with a highborn girl wouldn’t be a very respectful way to treat you. Saying you were nothing more then a friend, only to have her huff, turn away from him muttering “I forgot it’s normal to shove your tongue down your friends throats for no reason.”

Giving her a nudge in the back as he snapped back at her, “When you're my age, try go making some and then you’ll find out.” At that point she had thrown something at him, only to get tossed over his shoulder like she weighed nothing more then a pillow to get unceremoniously tossed onto the bed in her own room as she shouted this conversation wasn’t over yet.

But, he knew she was smart enough to realize why he and you were hiding things, and didn’t really bring it up again. Instead she sometimes would end up playing diversion to give you and him time alone without the others pestering you. Arya had always adored you, and while he never confirmed anything to her face they both understood she got what was happening.

Then that damned raven came. The month leading up to their arrival was filled with Jon growing increasingly unhappy, trying his best to placate Robb’s misgivings about what you and him were being forced into. All without giving away how angry he was that Robb was finally getting the very last thing Jon had solely to himself.

It was a little easier once he was already at the wall. Far from direct reminders of you, he had the time to let that heartache simmer, even though he was aware it had not once gone away. Instead he found a life full of other recruits who hated him, an instant contempt in Ser Alliser Thorne who from day one made it his life’s goal to make Jon as miserable as possible. If the knife wounds in his chest spoke anything, he’d say the man did indeed succeed in that endeavour.

Slowly it became a bit easier, learned how to better tune Thorne out when it mattered, and found common ground amongst the other recruits. Then one day, Jon was in the training yard helping teach Grenn a better grasp of the basics when he stopped mid way through and looked behind Jon, “What in seven hells is that?”

While Jon didn’t think much of Samwell Tarly at first, it changed soon. Watching the man stammering through an introduction with nerves worse then yours, only to watch Rast enjoy beating him senseless despite him being on the ground asking for it to stop. The normal thing to do, would be to let it happen and Pyp had even tried to pull Jon back as he moved forward. But it lasted only as long as it took for the man on the ground to yell in pain that he yields.

If Thorne had thought putting Sam with him as his watch partner was to punish him, he underestimated just what kind of person Jon was. It took barley any time standing up there as Sam told him why he was there for Jon to realize it. This was someone who had bravery in his own way, being able to tell him how his father had considered him worthless and would either have him take the black or would kill his own son for not living up to his expectations. He was someone who didn’t deserve to be treated the way his father had, the way Thorne wanted everyone else to treat him as well.

After that, being friends with him was easy. It had been a long time since Jon had met anyone who was just easy to talk to, easy to be friends with. They had been scrubbing down the tables one day, Sam having brought up how the brothers would sneak off to Mole’s Town to see the girls at the brothel and for whatever reason, Sam had the right combination of Jon’s trust that you came into his mind and refused to leave for a second. You were right there, and he couldn’t look away.

Jon hadn’t even so much as said your name since stepping foot outside the Winterfell gates and gods help him did Lord Tyrion ever try. But as he listened to Sam he felt that familiar ill in his chest that he did when riding away from you. “Don’t you think it’s a little bit unfair? Making us take our vows while they sneak off for a little Sally on the side?”

Glancing up to him with a bemused twist on his face, Jon almost mocked him for it, “Sally on the side?”

Relenting a bit, Sam found it in him with no malice to be amused as he was slightly put off by the topic at hand. “It’s silly, isn’t it. What, we can’t defend the Wall unless we’re celibate? It’s absurd.” Jon almost offhandedly spoke, not really thinking of it in the same terms, as he had only ever eyes for one. Once you came along, Jon didn’t really have the energy to care about other girls. Commenting from his own point of view that he didn’t think Sam would’ve been so upset about it.

Feeling bad instantly as Sam dropped his expression a little as if expecting better of him, “Why not? Because I’m fat?” Jon saying no earnestly, and while Sam clearly hadn’t taken Jon in offence coming from him, he suspected this was someone who was used to having his character put up in scrutiny a lot of his life as he found an almost jesting lecture of a tone to him. “I like girls just as much as you do.” A pause in his words as he came down to something more in the world of Sam’s own realism. “They might not like me as much.” Then it came down to a shadowing of insecurity that Jon knew too well on himself. A wish to shrink in on himself and hide way from a world ready to look at him in judgment, but a trust in this room that at least Jon wouldn’t. “I’ve never...been with one...” Glancing up from his work to Jon he tilted his head at him as if in on a truth that didn’t exist. “You’ve probably had hundreds.”

Were Sam not so serious, Jon genuinely might have laughed. Initially thinking to himself if Jon was what Sam thought someone girls would want, introducing him to Robb might just break the remainder of his mind. Whether he even found them attractive or not, not once did the girls around Winterfell or the scatterings coming in and out of Winter Town ever look Jon’s way once when Robb was around.

But, he also found not any reason to lie to him. Jon looking up at Sam with a quiet honesty, “No. As a matter of fact, I’m the same as you.”

Doubt was the first look, then a disbelief as if he must be full of it. “Yeah..I find that very hard to believe.” That was a fair point he contended. There was no denying that girls would look at the two of them and find more of a general majority with a preference to one over the other, but not much of that shallow attributing of looks mattered to Jon.

He didn’t think much of Sam when he first stepped into the training yard, but quickly found a friend that was becoming someone he could genuinely trust. And perhaps, it was that feeling of trust which made Jon fight internally as Sam looked at him. That wonder of, what did it matter?

Jon spent his entire life hiding what he felt for you, because he knew it was never going to be a life he could have outside of fantasy. Six years he would sneak in the shadows with you, and in public he had to always be aware of how close he was getting. Not to get too handsy, not to be too physically playful or affectionate, not to look at you too long when he wasn’t supposed to.

But here? In a frozen exile at the end of the world? What harm would he do to you here by speaking life into the love still agonized in his heart? He took yours here with him, and Jon wondered what it would feel like to talk about it. He never had, denied it to Arya even when he had been caught, but never had he said a word about what you two were to each other.

Sam though, Jon had the feeling that if Sam was trusting Jon not to be judgmental of him, he should trust the same in return. A lightness in his grey eyes washed over as he could still see you as if it were months ago in your last visit to Winterfell, at least your last visit leaving a Baratheon.

“I came very close once.” Sam’s attention perked up, but Jon struggled to find the words to describe without giving away the truth of who you were, and his generalization came off as awkward. “I was alone in a room with a naked girl, but…”

“Didn’t know where to put it?”

Clearly he was amused by how easily Jon snapped his head over to him with a glare, despite how it was most definitely a jest. “I know where to put it.” But he still wasn’t explaining himself well.

Sam trying to prompt him with any details that could paint any picture. “Was she…old and ugly?”

Jon shook his head, voice low as if offended by the sheer idea. “No. No, she was..beautiful. More beautiful of a girl then I had any right to have in my bed.” It tipped on the edge of his tongue, but the moment your name came from Jon’s lips it was as if it all spilled out and he had no sense to contain it. “She’s-she was my best friend. Knew her for almost fifteen years, came to Winterfell to learn under my father but the second I saw her? I don’t know if there was ever a time I wasn’t in love with her.”

He could see Jon wasn’t really here, his physical present but there was sad softness in his eyes that was so distant that he was trapped in a memory. “And you two almost..?”

Nodding, he almost breathed out a laugh. “We had never done much, thought we had all the time in the world. We liked taking everything slow, but we were still each others firsts for everything. Spent six years sneaking around with her behind everyone's backs and finally we thought we were ready. We were alone, I had her in my room and she let me take off all her clothes..”

Many years later from that moment, together in that hot bath after reclaiming Winterfell from the Boltons, Jon had tried guiltily to skirt around the subject when you had innocently asked what he told Sam about you. Considering that when Sam in that moment had tried to discreetly ask about your breasts Jon had looked away for a moment before shaking his head at him. Both of them amused at how clearly there was a bit of a perverse image in Jon’s mind as Sam asked, “That good?”

“Better.” The smile on his face though was still as far away as it was genuine. “More then better, soft, like they were made to fit in my hands perfectly, sensitive too..” Almost laughing to himself at how easily he found even just a simple amusement in teasing that, “Gods she was so sensitive to anywhere I touched her. We never got very far together but with what I did do, sometimes I’d have to kiss her just so the whole castle didn’t hear..”

Coming back around to the point, Jon could still see every part of your nerves as you looked brightly up at him. “We were alone, and I had her naked on my bed, I was nervous but I knew she was too. Could barley convince herself to take my shirt off without my help. But I was hovering over her..and..I couldn’t do it..”

It wasn’t just a simple insecurity in his voice turning then, and Sam was smart enough to pick up on the mood change easily. Asking why he couldn’t, and Jon looked at him with something akin to a bit more pain then Sam expected. “What’s my name?”

“Jon Snow.”

Jon guiding him to an answer that Sam was forming behind his mind, asking him, “And why is my surname Snow?”

It didn’t really clue in his mind at that time, but Sam seemed almost hesitant to say it. As if about to call him something that to Sam, didn’t seem very nice. He was someone who was likely ridiculed and looked down on his whole life, and perhaps the idea of Jon experiencing that in a different way felt strange to him. But he knew what answer Jon was waiting for. “Because…you’re a bastard from the North.”

Come the present it had been a long time since he had felt that pain strongly, but in that conversation, in the memory as he hovered over you on his bed? Jon knew exactly the fear he had felt looking down at you, despite how much he truly wanted you. And it came out in that level of pain he felt.

“I never met my mother. My father wouldn’t even tell me her name. I don’t know if she’s living or dead, I don’t know if she’s a noblewoman, or a fisherman’s wife, or a whore. That day though..it should have been easy. I had my girl all to myself, no clothes on, but all I could think was, what if I got her pregnant? And she has a child, another bastard named Snow?” Swallowing down something that flashed in a self hatred in his eyes, Jons voice lowered almost just to himself, despite Sam hearing it easy. “I couldn’t ruin my own child’s life just because I was in love with a girl I wasn’t allowed to have.”

As Sam looked at him, once more Jon wondered, what was the point in hiding it? He said your first name, but in what world would telling Samwell Tarly in Castle Black have such a backlash that it would destroy the marriage you now had. “I don’t think I understand, you’re father’s still a Lord. Why wouldn’t you be allowed to be with her unless she was someone -”

When it was out there, it was out there and clearly whatever common girl Sam was imagining was nothing close to the truth. “Unless she was someone in the royal family?” The wide look on Sam’s eye was missed as Jon clenched his jaw now looking back to the table. But the strain in his hand refused to let him distract by going back to work. “Someone like King Robert’s niece. A beautiful Baratheon girl who spent her life in the Crownlands and the capitol. Around all the other royals and nobles, sitting on the small council because on top of everything else, she’s so smart too.”

He exhaled deeply, “A girl like her would never be allowed to marry a bastard. And if I slept with her, and I got her pregnant? I’d have been the one to ruin her life. Our child would grow up just another Snow being looked down at for existing..” Trying to shake off that heavy weight on his shoulders, Jon tried to look back up more casually at Sam but it wasn’t really a facade either bought. “That’s not a good life for a child.”

But then the gears in Sam’s head begun to turn, begun to connect the dots to come to the conclusion Jon had still been dancing around. “King Robert’s niece, but that would mean she..”

It wasn’t anger or even jealousy, just defeat in Jon’s voice. “It means she’s the girl who just got married to my brother. To Robb.” It wasn’t pity in Sam’s eyes but Jon felt sick over it all the same. It would be later that they would talk more, that Sam had come to learn about Jon’s family in general and clearly no matter the sore spot there, he didn’t hate Robb for it, not even close. But it didn’t mean as the two men stood there it didn’t still hurt.

In the quiet that followed, Sam did what he did best. There was nothing left to say that Jon wanted to share, and there was no use in keeping him feeling as tense as he was. Leaning against the other side of the table, Sam found light jest in his eyes as he said, “So..you didn’t know where to put it.”

Maybe the memory wouldn’t have been such a sour one, if the rough housing as a result of being made fun of wasn’t interrupted by the despising contempt of Ser Alliser Thorne. Ironic in a sense Jon thought, that the conversation he walked in on, was about you. Was about the woman he would murder Jon for going to rescue, was about the woman who would behead the man himself for said crime.

As he stood by the Weirwood, his eyes finding Ghost sitting a respectable distance away to not spook the crowd of spectators, Jon couldn’t help but think about Arya. About how she would’ve been endlessly offended that Jon had told Sam the truth of you before he had told his own sister, and as he considered the truth, that he now knew without a doubt, her direwolf Nymeria was still alive and well out there? He wondered if in another world where Arya was still alive, how mad she would then also be to not even be at Jon’s own wedding, to you of all people.

But in truth, Jon was still hoping he wasn’t going to wake up from this as a mocking nightmare. He had long given up the idea of marrying you. The very fear he told Sam of accidentally giving you a child came right from knowing a Snow wasn’t going to be allowed to come close to marrying you.

Yet now he stood as the last of the Stark’s, even if only in his blood. The one his people called King in the North and you were willingly setting aside both strong family names given to you by birth and blood to be down at his level. He told you you didn’t have to, but you refused his entire life to let him think you saw him being a Snow as any indicator of how you looked at him.

He was scared of having a child with you, a bastard named Snow. Only now, that was exactly what your children’s name would be, but without a single shred of the prejudice against being a bastard. His children being called Snow, would merely be seen as the King’s children. Not the King’s bastards, not the bastard boy’s own bastard children.

Just his and your children alone.

“Am I allowed to say it’s weird seeing you here?” Jon smirked a little at the voice, he felt weird standing there. Turning to look properly at Theon, they both knew it hadn’t stopped being strange that the only ones left were the three of you. The ones always odd out of the family, two of which never belonging to it by any sort of blood in the first place.

As the two men stood out in the cool air, Northerners around much more quiet and respectable then when the crowd had been full of Southerners and the royal company. The snow around them in winter and no one but the North that mattered here to witness it. It felt weird, but it also was right. Jon’s voice low as he looked between Theon and the woods as if you’d appear from nowhere. “My last night in Winterfell, I stood on the other side and had to be the one watching her marry Robb. I only hope Robb is okay with me taking his spot with her this time.”

Theon however, was only calm with no doubt as he shook his head. “He’d be grateful it was you.” As Jon looked at him, eyes shining with something like hope for that to be true he elaborated. “It started to feel weird the longer you weren’t around. The three of us would stand there and we all knew you were missing. He didn’t talk about it much when she was there, had enough on her mind with her father. But Robb would say he at the least wished you could’ve been there just so she had someone to talk to. Hated that the only thing she knew to occupy herself was work more, and Robb could never find the time to force her to relax on her own.“

Jon couldn’t tell if he wanted to smile or let his heart drop. He would wonder did you miss Robb for this, prefer him to Jon for that and yet Theon was standing there telling him Robb wasn’t far from the opposite side of that dilemma. “Trusting me with his Kingdom is a far cry from saying he’d want me marrying his wife.”

Theon however, felt something of confidence in a fate he knew was worse. You and him both knew that Robb died hating him, died thinking he was a traitor who killed Bran and Rickon. There was little that could top such an ending for the two of them. Almost as if rapidly to change the subject between them he moved to ask Jon, “What do you reckon is running through her mind?”

It was quiet, but the exhale was there and it was shaky. “Knowing her nerves, probably deciding whether or not she thinks she’s making a mistake.” Jaw clenching slightly, his voice lowered so there was no chance another heard. “Spends too much time worrying about if she’s a burden, can’t think of another way to make her realize it’s the opposite then this.’ He was quiet, of all people Jon had certainly never said anything near it to Theon. “But I’ve always wanted to marry her. I’ve never not been in love with her, my whole life I knew I’d have to give her up. Used to spend hours as a boy wondering how to convince my father to let me marry her one day. ”

Nodding, he was glad Theon found a way to ease that tension still sat in his throat. Looking away from him with a shrug, “Well I’ll force you two to do this if I have too. Sick of watching you both be shit at doing anything that would make you happy.” Jon raised an eyebrow at him, unsure if he was on more the edge of somewhat offended or amused that he wasn’t entirely wrong. “Don’t give me that look. You being King in the North doesn’t mean I can’t tell you when you’re only being miserable because you’re too stubborn.”

Something akin to part of a laugh found Jon, both of them looking away in jest. It was a strange dynamic carving itself out now with him, he was always closer to Robb and then all he knew of him was how he betrayed Jon’s family. Theon had cemented himself as someone that Jon couldn’t stand by and yet he brought you to Castle Black when Jon failed too, and you both arrived together with a bond that left behind the betrayal that once had you and Robb calling for his execution.

But Robb was gone, and Jon wasn’t. Moving forward between them was slow, but every day it got a little easier.

In the quiet as wind calmly blew around in the snowy landscape of the godswood, Jon only hoped that if Robb was watching, he found peace that he was trying to mend the bridges that Robb died before he could finish building. The North was their kingdom, their people. Jon wasn’t the King that Robb was and he couldn’t try to be. But he hoped he was putting the work Robb died for back together enough to make his brother proud. He also couldn’t help but hope that everything he’s done, and now marrying you?

Jon hoped that his father was proud of him too in his own way.

“I’d rather face a thousand armed men then get married in front of all those people.”

You had never seen an inch of war when Ned Stark had told you that, and yet now you fully understood exactly what he was talking about. Having eyes on you wasn’t the nerve wracking aspect, you could do that in a sense of duty but this was more spectacle. Eyes for entertainment in it’s own manner and that was not what you were used too. You were not the one calling for attention.

The sight around the godswood was almost the opposite of the last time. Instead of a bright sun still prevailing lush green surrounding it with the small pond sitting by it reflecting off, it instead was that of cold. Yet, it almost felt more fitting for Winterfell as a whole. The pond partially frozen over on one end a snow banked the edges of the other.

Leading all around the snow was so white that it blended into the Weirwood and the red of it’s leaves stuck out as if it were the only colour to truly exist. The sky was fading from the gold peak of evening and found itself in shades of blue turning darker by each passing hour that had not taken away from how illuminated it all fell onto.

The last it seemed as if too many people were there, too many eyes and so much of it was ones that would turn around and stab you and the Starks in the back. Yet this time, even as the ones attending were people you both knew and trusted the right people weren’t there. There wasn’t enough.

Many were missing that deserved to be here, and their absence made the whole affair feel on the edge of bittersweet. It had taken blood and death to get here, but you two had risen from that darkness when none else had. It almost however felt identical as the moment anything came into view did ragged nerves deafen and blind you to everything but the pounding of your heart.

No decorations, no pomp, just the North and the godswood as it always was. And this time, no eyes you needed to hide from or avoid, yet still, they made you nervous all the same.

Ser Davos had adjusted his hold from light to something firmer and more comforting, sensing the tension as eyes all fell upon you. None could hear from such a distance, but he leaned more to you with a soothing “Don’t look at them, look at him. They aren’t here.”

You barley reacted, but he could tell by the small exhale of air from your lungs that you tried to ease down, relaxing more. The air was a bit stinging on your skin, but perhaps that helped you feel so drastically in the moment.

In the sights of the Old Gods, little needed to be presided over in terms of vows for marriage. Seen as a bonding of two people and less like an agreement upon two parties that requires much guidance, witnesses. No septon leading both to the end as if the marrying parties need to be hand held along the way. It was common amongst the Faith of the Seven, septons would do all the work, all the speaking when in truth there was little which needed to be said.

This wasn’t about the crowd, it was about the couple.

Faces that now you fought beside watched you both, others more proud then admiring. You dared not look at Maege Mormont. She'd had a mouthful to say to you about how you left for Dragonstone separate, and came back to a marriage.

No fanfare for the Southerners watching as the only ones who were there needed none for their sake, and the rest all knew this had nothing to do with them as people or even the North. Your mother, while not with the Old Gods, didn't follow the Seven anymore, and Ser Davos didn't care.

The Starks had been raised with the Old Gods and the new, as Catelyn grew up under the Seven. They all varied in who followed what stronger, but there was no question that the one who felt no connection to the new Gods was Jon. Catelyn was not his mother, he had no obligation to follow the Seven except for doing as such so Robb didn’t do it alone. But the older he got the more he let go of it.

You could remember once, jesting to him and Lord Stark that they both looked as if they were worried about bursting into flames if they set foot in the sept. Perhaps it was fair no one was left in Winterfell who preyed to the Seven. As much work as Jon still was putting in to rebuild what of Winterfell had been left in ruins, the Sept built specifically for the woman who shut him out his whole life did not quite reach the top of his priority lists.

Jon needed nothing but the Old Gods in his life and thus as he stood by the Weirwood it was that connection that mattered only. Without a shadow of doubt, Jon Snow was of the North.

“Don’t look for me in the ceremony. I’ll be there, but don’t look for me. You’re going to be Robb’s now, and I want you to be okay with accepting that.”

You listened to him that day. Knowing your future lied with The Young Wolf you were marrying and had to let Jon take that part of your heart away with him, and so you didn’t glance to him once. Now though, there was no one to look at, no one to hide your gaze from. This time, The White Wolf was the only one there with anything that mattered, and there was no use in hiding.

The dark fur around his shoulders made him look strong and fierce, sat broadly over his shoulders as the leathers across the rest of him were tied between greys, and browns and shades of black that made him stand out against the snowing land around him. You couldn’t pay attention to the way he looked at you, you already had to focus to keep your heart steady. You couldn’t handle how easily Jon painted thousands of words in the shine of his eyes when looking at you.

But you were handed over to him, a gloved hand reached out to pull you gently to him and truth be told there could have been yells and screams of war right beside you and you’d hear none of it. Just you two, in a place that you both grew up thinking was the one thing you’d never be allowed to have with one another. The freedom to be each others.

As Jon’s fur cloak was draped over your shoulders, the nerves melted into the ground and left you the longer his bright eyes refused to leave you. Still with your hand held in his, he carefully guided you to kneel before the carved face of the Weirwood in the cold of the snow and hadn’t let go as both of you closed your eyes as the wind blew around you.

You had prayed once to find a true life and love with Robb, and the Old Gods had granted you that. This time however? That love was still real, and it was real towards Robb just as strong and pure as it was towards Jon. You didn’t need to pray for love or a future that would bring a marriage peace. Not this time.

As the wind blew cold through your hair and dancing in a sting across your cheeks, you slowly opened your eyes, turning to look up to the carved face of the Weirwood. A quiet moment passed as you both stayed knelt there, lives so much more complicated then the last time you had been here and yet the nerves which had you shy and meek with Robb didn’t find it’s way back this time once more.

Jon no longer felt the need to hide what it was between you, and he would not pretend it was otherwise ever again. He was a man who felt things very deeply and very raw, and having to hide that all from people seeing the way he wished to be with you was a step too far in this new life. You couldn’t help but hope and pray that you were still good enough for him.

The gloved hand still wrapped on the cold ground with yours tightened to grab your focus back as if he could sense your mind drifting away. Flickering your eyes to the side, you could see his grey eyes shined so bright that they could light up a pitch black night sky. Standing with ease himself, one hand still holding yours to lead you up, and his other gently steadied you at your waist as for a moment you looked to one another.

Only one final thing was left, and the last was innocent and small as Robb sensed your ragged nerves, but Jon looked deep into your eyes with a softness that could drown you. And you knew it was only love he wanted to show these people he felt for you.

Taking a step close as you turned to look up more at him, the hand in yours leaving to gently cup the side of your cheek, thumb running along the skin. Just as your palms innocently found a resting place flat on his torso, Jon’s other hand left your waist.

Cupping your other cheek and lower to your jaw so he could tilt your head up to fit him. Closing the gap between you, it was not a shy peck but something needing with passion radiating from it. Lasting a few moments more than appropriate, but he kissed you with the same energy as if alone, almost sending you a step backward had your hands not been held tight against his chest. Only pulling back when your arms slid up more to his neck and the temptation to deepen it was found in him.

If the crowd had made a sound, neither of you heard it. His thumb still running over your cheek as he pulled from your lips to look at you before a genuine smile fell over him. Almost breathing out a laugh along with how brightly he smiled and you hadn’t even realized a teary eyed one came over you.

A moment of weakness, Jon leaned in for one more kiss. One a bit deeper as the sounds of a proud and amused crowd filtered in finally. But just as Jon pulled from your lips, gently tracing the bridge of your nose with his, he turned partially to look at his people. A playfulness in his tone that many had not heard from him so easily since having all been reunited under a new King in the North. The other hand on your jaw slipped down to your hip as he turned to them.

It was a bit love sick, but you hadn’t looked away from him yet. You found no desire to, just looking at a man too handsome for his own good that now gifted you his own name as you stood not just a King and Queen, but man and wife.

“It’s been a tough few months, and I think I speak for us all when I say it’ll do us all good to enjoy a celebration even just for tonight.” You only at the last second noticed a tinge of mischief in his voice as you failed to also catch the arm on your hip sliding down over the skirt of your dress. Just as Jon’s voice raised to a playfully louder projection, Jon knelt quickly to wrap an arm under you and in an instant swept you right off the ground as if weighing nothing. “Now, let’s get this one inside before she freezes.”

The surprise of the action, had entirely caught you off guard, barley able to wrap your arms around the back of his neck in a laughing protest “Jon-”

A wedding of Northerners indeed, all of them laughing in approval and goading into their King’s playfulness despite you almost wanting to hide in his neck in an amused fluster at Jon picking you up in his arms in such a grandiose display. Certainly not what the rigidness of the Seven usually called for.

Ser Davos looked a mix of proud and amused at both, before sharing a glance with Selyse with a tilt of his head as if to tell her to ease up in any disapproval of the people's entertainment. This certainly hadn't been how Stannis treated her at their own wedding that was for certain.

But, without saying a word of it to any, Selyse did feel a smile as she gracefully followed the crowd near the back. She had never met the man Stannis married you off too, and many times regretted the things she said about him when you all stood on opposite sides of a war.

She never met Robb Stark, but she knew Jon Snow and she could certainly say, she's never seen anyone pull such an easy smile and laugh out of you then he was doing now.

It only for a moment, had slammed into your mind as you stood there. You were fine, and it hadn't come into your thoughts up until music begun to play. It sounded not a single thing like that sound, but all the same your eyes darted to those playing it. As if waiting to see when they would brandish their blood soaked truth. Heart beginning to race in that moment your lungs tightened to something you could choke on, in a second did a whisper hit your ears but you wanted to whip around to see him nowhere near you. Despite the cracking of his voice speaking loudly in the hall.

“Your Grace, I feel I’ve been remiss in my duties. I’ve given you meat and wine and music, but I haven’t shown you the hospitality you deserve. Afterall, my King is long overdue a wedding gift for he and his Queen.”

Barley for a moment did you stand there on your own, but the hall was no longer the warm comfort stones of Winterfell, instead the stuffy air of The Twins as blood rushed from your veins to pool in your stomach and mouth as the world faded to muffles. The sounds as if they had been underwater, your vision so blurry you barley knew the world outside Robb in front of you.

Blue eyes haunted you and so did the powerful voice which would be the last thing you though you would hear. As if speaking into your ear, looking over the hall of people enjoying themselves as you stood back amidst a nightmare. You hadn't considered what was said in that moment, your mind was fading so fast you had perhaps mere seconds left and it meant nothing as Robb fell beside you.

“Jaime Lannister sends his regards.”

It echoed, and echoed in your mind. You heard it again and again right until the truth of music came back into sounds as a warm figure came to your side. Just as a hand tilted your chin to look over at him, you found Jon's grey eyes in a warm concern and a silent question. Looking back to the hall, you were in Winterfell and you could breathe once more.

Instead of any answer, you forced the echo out of your ears as you cupped his jaw gently and leaned up to press your lips gently to his.

Public affection as such was not Jon's preference, nor did you wish to be one to initiate it, but if just for tonight here was the only place it made sense. If you judged by the way Jon's hand found your waist to pull you a bit more into him, he agreed if just for tonight.

It was easy to laugh and speak that night. None of the girlish fears plagued what was to come, and none of it too was buried under the new feat of having it with one you never thought you would have. Last time there was hardly any food to speak of that sat in your stomach and only wine to stop the nerves from overtaking, even though they did anyways. Robb had at once point placed a gentle hand on your thigh whispering that you should try and at least at something.

Now, it was not at all the same. You knew what you were in for in terms of what came after such a reception and none of it was unknown. Food and ale were shared and the longer they were consumed the more rowdy the Northerners became, much of the night spent speaking with many as Jon would ensure you stayed right beside him with an arm pulling you into his side if you strayed too far.

The way in which some joked with you, did Jon's hand on your waist hidden by his fur still over you, slip down to your hip in a tight grip had you wondering just as you did over four years ago.

What exactly did this wolf have hiding in his desires?

When the crowd had noticed the newly weds had snuck off, they had no idea when you both had done so. Only some with the vague memory and ideas, that such a practice seemed common amongst the Stark men on their wedding nights. The tradition is fun when it is anyone but their own wife.

It was almost strange that it felt normal. As your eyes were trained out of the window, the new moon overhead on the clear night as Winterfell felt alive and the woods just beyond were as calm as they looked serene. Crackling of a fire increased as more wood was added to it before that warmth came and enveloped your back.

Jon's hands weren't greedy as he slipped his fur from your shoulders, letting it sit to the side as he pressed his chest into your back, one arm slipping around your front and holding your hand firmly over your stomach, the other running up and down your waist as he silently looked over you from his angle.

Neither of you rushed anything when he brought you back to his room, Jon's gentle rasp murmuring in your ear to give him a moment to stoke the flames that had gone low in his absence, leading to you finding the open window. His room was always on the colder side, more air blowing through that chilled things right down but in exchange Jon was diligent about keeping the fire properly tended too. Keeping warm in the bed was not an option for so long, only the easy to fake innocence of spending time on the fur before his fireplace was where Jon would explore you in early years together.

Both of you for the time were content looking out the window, Jon resting the side of his head against yours as you partially turned to nuzzle a bit into the feeling. Your voice was quiet as you could feel two scenarios swirling as images in your mind. “Jon, I know it won't change anything or why I'm even thinking of it..but, before everything, before Robb..I'm sorry I wasn't ready for you that day.”

His brows furrowed as he looked down at you, but your eyes looking wide at the outside winter but your voice was quiet and restrained. “There's nothing to be sorry for. I wasn't ready either.”

But you shook your head, throat a bit choking as you spoke. “I know, but I- we promised that day, that we would wait for the other to be ready. To have our first proper time with each other..but I didn't..” Jon tried to follow your thoughts but it went somewhere he didn't expect you to go on such a night. “I promised I'd wait for you, but I didn't. My first time was with Robb.”

You swallowed heavy, no regret was in that night together but the other image in your mind was something you thought you knew what it was, until he had yelled at you otherwise. Your voice quiet, “I'm sorry it meant that you..” You trailed off, but a distant and strained low tone in Jon finished as the hand around your front pulled you closer.

“It meant my first was Ygritte.”

He said nothing of it, but you felt the stiffness behind you. Your hand running along his arm as you moved to push the soft material up over his wrists to lightly trail over his skin. “No one deserves that to be their first. It should've been with someone who actually cared about you.”

Feeling him hid his face somewhat in your neck before turning to press a gentle kiss to the skin he found there, his voice was heavier then he wanted you to pick up on. Something painful he wanted to hold back from you noticing. “Don't apologize for what she did. None of that was your fault, you married Robb. You're first time was right to be with him.” Trying to protest that he didn't deserve what happened to him but he cut you off. A more firm and confident kiss pressed to your neck this time.

Silent for a moment, but what he said next had made you firmly pause. “I saw you, in the middle of..I saw you.” The hand over your front slowly made it's way to your scar as your breath hitched. His voice low in your ear, “You were telling Robb you were pregnant. I saw you both, could hear you together, and I kept seeing a child that looked like mine. Had your eyes, but looked like me. I kept seeing it, and it's the only thing that got me through that night.”

Finally turning in his arms, Jon settled them along your waist both as you reached up to cup his cheeks, leaning up to press a single kiss to his lips. Pulling back his grey eyes were painted over with a tenderness that was brewing with something close to adoration, and he found exactly the same in yours to his. Speaking in a whisper as you ran your thumb along the facial hair trailing his jawline. “I can't take away what she did, but now we have all the time in the world to let me make it up to you.”

Leaning forward more, you could feel his breath on your skin, his hands smoothing down to your hips running them over your dress a bit more sensually. “You've more then made it up to me, and I don't want her to have any part between you and me. She's gone, we're here and you're my wife..” As he tried finishing his thought, a breathless laugh left him weakly as he looked you over, a shine melting down to a genuine smile as he look at you. “My wife, you're really my wife..”

Nodding, your smile was close to something that threatened to swallow you whole, the ingenuity in his face that was so incredibly rare. “Your wife. Baratheon, then a Stark, and now a Snow.” He shook his head with a half hearted laugh trying to act as a scolding disapproval but not a hint of malice was in your words and it clearly struck something deep in his heart over the ease of it on you. “Hey, you were the one who claimed it sounded pretty attached to my name.”

Invading your space, Jon ran his lips again over your neck making a sensitive path to just below your ear before rasping into it, “And you're the one who said I was biased about you.”

Your hands trailed to grasp at his shoulders, ever so slowly moving to take his leathers and armour off as you tried not to shiver. “That was because you were trying to pretend as if men wanted to get my attention when we both know that's not true.”

Chuckling, Jon didn't stop you from slowly undressing him. Knowing the moment he took your dress off he wouldn't stop, and you almost shivered more at the thought. Your early time with Jon was so soft and innocent, going from that to Robb's dominating and filthy nature had been something close to a culture shock at the time. But now, it was finding out the darker part of Jon's mind may have been locked away more then you once thought.

The leather armours and tunic now off, left in a softer grey undershirt he snatched your hands when you went to pull it off. Looking down at you with a darkening in his eyes. “I could name fifty men out there who would do anything for a chance to fuck you.” An embarrassed fluster ran over your nerves so fast that Jon even picked up on it. Stepping forward with your hands still in his as they now sat at your waist, him pushing you backward. A small smirk at you trying to modestly shake your head, “So if I brought Tormund in here you're going to tell me he wouldn't jump at the first chance he gets to be inside you?”

Gods be good, Jon and Robb were both just as sadistic about embarrassing you, and you were pretty sure they both got off on it. Everything about the woman you tried to be all your life, and the two wolves with the love of your heart managed to be smug that they knew how to make you fluster in an instant. “He..we don't, it's only banter Jon I promi-”

Pushing you back further his eyes darkened more and his voice dropping more to a husk every time he spoke, “That wasn't an accusation, darling. Only a fact.” Just when you found a voice to say something playful back to try and gain any upper hand, Jon let go of your hands just as he shoved your back into the stone wall, pressing you into it as he rested both hands on either side of your head.

A knee pushing your legs apart as much as he could from under your dress but he refused to take it off of you. Just enough space to slide his foot in the under of your skirt to keep you more trapped on most sides to escape him. In juxtaposition to his rough tone, Jon gently ran his nose along yours before nudging it playfully. Your hands reaching up as he spoke, letting his curls fall loose. “If I wasn't here, he'd be the one to spend all night fucking you.”

Fingers raking through his curls, stopping gently to readjust when they'd reach too wild of a tangle to be gentle with, each time your nails scratched his scalp as he swallowed harshly enough you could hear as he did so. “I only want you, Jon. I promise, you alone.” He exhaled heavily, the fact that his mind was tied between his lust and such an innocent way you had spoken that with had him stop his teasing.

Trying to reign himself in to not scare you off, but you continued to run your hands through his hair and for a moment of weakness, Jon let his head fall into your neck with a grunt at how good it felt. Not even pulling or tugging, just raking through his curls as you felt his chest rising and falling a lot to keep himself collected. He tried murmuring your name, but the soft tone was light and airy close to your ear, now that held no seductive, playful intention despite how pressed into the wall he had you.

Jon pulled back a bit more from you. One hand running through your hair as he looked at you with a quiet in them. “I try to be gentle, I want to be gentle with you.” A conflict once more sat in the grey as you let one hand run over his hair back, while the other rested close to his cheek. “When I would imagine what our first time would've been, I always thought it would be slow. Take our time, never imagined me being so rough with you.”

This time, you grabbed his hands making your way both to his shirt as you covered his to pull it up and off, letting the material drop wherever it landed without a care. Reaching himself, you still in the ivory dress Jon had made specifically for you, knelt down carefully. Your palms braced on his thighs as you looked up with eyes shining wide at him. “And yet I love you all the same.”

Not waiting much for him to respond, you moved to take everything else off, leaving only his pants before you looked back up at him. The black ink seeped into his gaze again, one hand ran down the back of your hair while he looked at you with a silent, dark sternness as he nodded down at you.

A shaky exhale left at just how brooding yet confident he seemed as he looked down to you, slowly pulling them down his legs until there was nothing left on him. Your hands returned to his thighs, flat against his skin as you were so close to his cock. Already it looked thick, and painfully in need like he had been hard for quite some during throughout the night before even getting to his room.

But you didn't presume, and you waited for Jon as he moved to gently gather enough of your hair in a large hand, holding you steady without controlling your every movement. Enough that you knew he intentionally made sure none of it would fall in your face. Him putting his mouth on you made you nervous, but somehow as you knelt there, you knew he was struggling to let you do it to him.

His voice husking in a deep gruffness, “This is what we're going to do,” Your posture straitening up instinctively at the low authority he spoke with. “I'll let you take me like this tonight, but you have to promise me that you're not just doing it beacuse you think you should.” Your brows rose in a surprised question as he let his free hand trail across your jaw and lips. “I don't expect this, and I don't want you thinking I expect this. I'll let you have me in your mouth tonight, but you need to promise me you'll let me take care of you properly from now on.”

Your heart raced, something strange at how wanted to be the one to taste you, without any return when you'd give it willingly as much as he wanted. “Can we not negotiate equal terms, your grace?”

Jaw clenching, you also felt how much he was trying not to tighten his grip too much with his handful of your hair. “I want to take care of you, the only thing I want you to do when we're together is to feel good. Help me make you feel good, and I'm happy.” Your name came from his lips softly, “Are we alright with that?”

Genuinely watching with a true question before relaxing as you nodded. “I am.” Seeing there was something else on your mind he waited patiently as if his cock wasn't tinged a bit red there was so much blood rushing into it. “Is it still alright if I..” Your fingertips braced on his thighs a bit more as you bit your lip a bit nervously as if he'd say no. But he nodded silently for you to continue.

Gentle licks to the tip of his cock before you slowly made your way down his length, licks and pressing your lips all down him like a kiss. Down one side and then the other as Jon's stomach tensed at the sensation. One proper kiss to the tip before you slowly took him into your mouth, cock sliding easily in your mouth from how well you already licked his length but you didn't stop until you made it half way down.

Letting him slide in and out of your mouth half way, a hum around his cock too as you sucked. You wanted to savour it, savour how heavy he felt on your tongue and how much your jaw stung from the stretch so early.

Your eyes were closed as you made another small noise in your throat like a humming whine when you went deeper. Took more of him, half way to over two thirds of the way before you hadn't had enough air, by the time you could suck up and down his entire size up to the black coarse hair around the base. Your heart racing at the panic of him so deep but you just whined instead. Jon's cock soaked in your warm mouth, you hating coming off of him for too long, wanting to keep him in your mouth properly, always making him feel good, always feeling him twitch and throb at each deep suck.

Your fingers tensed against his thighs, and with not much room to go behind you at the wall, Jon readjusted his grip on your hair before ever so slowly moving. Giving you enough time to relax your throat, as he guided your head to bob along his cock at a steady, slow rate. Pulling you nearly off him before sinking so deep in your throat you couldn't take anything else and slowly right back. Never giving you a second to catch up but he also never pushed you anything close to rough or demanding.

Throbbing in your mouth, Jon felt that sensation almost too soon. Worked up almost from the very moment he had seen you looking at the very dress still adorning you. Him bare with his cock being soaked by your warm mouth as you almost lost yourself to the feeling. The beautiful ivory dress showing nothing even risque. Just modest, long and covering like you were most comfortable with but the image of such a sight mixed with such a filthy act drew him close.

He told you he'd let you have this, but his insides burned and the feeling too out of control as the desire to shove you down his entire cocks length roughly, over took him, did he suddenly pull you off him entirely. The sight of you gasping for air as a mix of your saliva and what of his seed already coated your tongue visible from the sudden movement.

Looking up at him with a question, “Jon?” But as Jon helped you stand he barley gave you any time to form more of a sentence before he grabbed both of your cheeks. Pulling you into him as your hands wrapped around his waist to steady yourself. Shoving you hard against the stone wall Jon pressed himself tightly against you, one hand slipping to your jaw to tilt your head up, making it far easier for him to bite your bottom lip and slide his tongue into your own mouth.

Your hands pressed flat against his chest, the jagged feelings of his scars sending a distressing feeling in your mind but Jon wouldn't part from your lips long enough to let you linger on the thought. Licking and brushing his tongue against yours as he felt you start to writhe against him.

Trying to call his name between the only breaths be let you have, Jon pulled back with a heaving pant and seething in his teeth as he looked you over. A full foot back from you as he eyed you down as if you had nothing before he knelt just enough to grab the skirt of your dress. Pulling it up and up until he could toss it onto the ground, yanking the fabric hiding your soaked core from him down enough that it tore as he slipped it down your legs.

A hand on your hip almost prompting you to step out of them as Jon looked you over once more, were it not you one might have mistaken his look for unimpressed but you knew all to opposite. The darkness in his eyes as he grabbed one of your hands, guiding it to his cock. You looked small trying to wrap around how thick he was, even moreso as his hand stayed, guiding you to stroke his cock with tight, quick and somewhat rough strokes.

Your eyes flickering up to his, Jon nodded in bright approval before letting you stroke him on your own, one hand cupping your cheek and the other around the back of your head, threading through your hair and somewhat grabbing the back of your neck. Jon once more captured your lips, biting your bottom one every time you let his kiss distract you. His breathing as he kissed you picked up, demanding you let him deepen the kiss as the sounds were almost loud against the fire crackling on the other side of the room.

Your veins felt too hot, the room cold with the window beside you wide open but you could feel sweat forming as if your entire person burned in Jon's presence. His grip on you tightened as he shook in your touch, cock twitching in your hand.

Just as he groaned a mumbling of your name into your mouth, Jon send the hand on your cheek down to wrap around your hand on his cock again. Moving along with your strokes as he came, painting your lower stomach where your own scar was with his seed and on your mound. Grunting out as he moved to bite at your neck as the last of him covered your skin.

You almost felt too overwhelmed, like Jon's mind was racing far quicker then you could keep up. Finally moving your hand from his cock only to grasp at your wrist, and slamming it up in his hold against the wall beside your head as he stared at you. A small ask of his name as he stared you up and down.

Pulling away suddenly Jon did outstretch a hand to guide you to the other side of the room. Turning to stand somewhat behind you running all along the skin of yours he could reach. “Our first time was almost right here.” Leaning to rasp in your ear, “Will my wife let me fuck her in our bed?” Nodding, Jon kissed the side of your head in response. Pushing you forward, “Lay down for me.”

Braced up on your palms as one knee bent slightly as you lay on the fur, Jon just looked at you with a shake of his head to drive a thought out of his mind it appeared. Slowly he almost appeared to approach you on the bed like a predator, prowling towards what he wants. Climbing up on top of you though, Jon left a lot of that on the ground outside of here.

Kissing you gently, no tongue, no teeth, your hands innocently running along his shoulders and back as Jon held himself up with one hand and caressed the skin of your waist with the other. Nudging your nose with his in between each kiss, he pulled back to look at you, that intense greed not so close to the surface. Jon moved to partially lay beside you but leaned over enough so you were on your back still looking up at him, your legs intertwined with the other. His hand tracing your cheek as he leaned to kiss you softly again.

Your hand ran along his shoulder and up through his curls. “I love you.”

The smile was almost boyish that came over his face. A brightness back in the greys of his eyes as he muttered back, “I love you, more then anything. A year ago I still thought you were dead, now you're my wife.” A small huffing laugh like he was simply in disbelief.

“And you're King in the North. Finally home where you belong.”

Almost a bashful look came over him, your grin pulling a incredulous one from Jon as he rolled his eyes playfully. “Big home for just the two of us.” Your heart lightened but Jon just looked at you with an adoration as he felt lost in his own mind. “If we're lucky, this time next year maybe we'll have at least one more to add.”

Both of you laughing at how easily you slipped such a dry, “Oh, just one? Changed your mind?”

Jon looked at you once more before leaning down to kiss you, marking his way down your neck and collarbones, as you sighed out high pitched. Jon climbed back to rest between your legs, stopping his mouth at your breasts. Greedily grasping rough handfuls in both hands he groped the skin as his lips kissed around them before jumping with a bite to your nipples. Pulling a gasp and your legs failing to close now as they were on either side of his body.

You could feel the spark inside of you growing, you core feeling more like matches striking at it trying to ignite but still overwhelmed as you hissed at each rougher tug of his teeth. Just as you cried out at one did Jon relent, soothing your breasts in more of a caress before moving to pull your legs open more to fit his broad upper body.

Slinking his hand through his own seed covering your mound, Jon dragged two fingers through it before landing on your clit, rubbing tight, harsh circles into it that had your head arching back. Your core burned the touch and yet you couldn't decide if you needed more of less, but you trusted Jon to give you exactly what you needed. Rubbing rough and fast your orgasm snuck up on you suddenly, a tightening in your stomach that had you cry out.

Legs around Jon shaking just at the peak of you lungs stopping in desperation of on overwhelming pleasure swimming through you, Jon tugged your hips up to his mouth. Licking sloppily at your clit and down flat along your folds. Running that pattern up and down as if smearing what wetness you granted him to soak all over you, before he would taste it all for himself. Sucking at your clit making you jump with a surprised whine of an over stimulation.

But Jon licked and sucked more at your clit, holding your legs and moving them over his shoulders before grasping tight at your hips, as he ran his tongue just as his fingers did but he kept soaking you. Licking, a nibble of his teeth that had your back arching in sparks of need only to have him sooth it with a kiss before licking gently back down to your cunt where you were soaked.

His tongue running inside you, your breathe hitching even more as if no air would come to you, but Jon's hands were gentle and his tongue was precise. Knowing what made your insides twist like a burning coil, your hand gently running through his hair and none of it held the intensity of just before neither of you rushing towards an end this time.

Despite the cold air from the window blowing in you felt a thousand leagues warmer then you should have between the fire beside, the fur under and Jon between your legs you could feel sweat dampening your hair, stuttering breaths as you felt the coil twisting inside as Jon licked deep inside of you along a sensitive wall that almost made you feel something swell up like tears.

His hands on your hips tighter before finally yanking you to his mouth, soaking you as much as you were him. One hand changing paths, Jon reached up grasped at your breast, groping as the hand not in his hair held onto it, Jon licking sloppily along your cunt to your clit and back before burying his mouth inside you, twisting the hand on your breast to hold yours resting now in the space between them.

That burning pleasure tightened and tightened until the coil snapped and you were blinded by the light that had you arching your back and crying out Jon's name. Growling into your cunt more as your hands tightened in his hair until you were shaking from the sparks of pleasure still hitting you after. Rising up, Jon used that hand with yours to push it against the bed, keeping your fingers interlocked as he used his other hand now to align his cock with your soaking core.

Looking down at you, your eyes wide and red from tears begging to fall as you heaved for proper air Jon gave you one kiss before slowly sinking inside you. Not a single instance of resistance as his cock slid as deep inside of you as you could take him, clenching soaked, tight and warm around him he already throbbed inside of you with a groan. Burying his face in your neck as he slowly pulled out only enough to get halfway before needing to seek you out again.

Whatever show the open window let sounds out free to be heard with, was non existent in the reality of your own ears. Jon slowly thrusting in and out of you, face buried in your neck as the sounds from you were weak cries that you couldn't spare the energy to muster enough for. Only music for Jon it was what he could hear of how wet you were around him.

His other hand reaching up grab yours, and push the same down just on the other side of your head fingers intertwined as he kissed you. Tongue asking for gentle permission across your lips before brushing against yours, his kiss as sensually slow as his cock sliding in and out of you.

Pulling now out to almost completely outside of you and right back to as deep as you could get. His hands held yours tightly as his kiss grew more needy, a bit deeper and urgent as you clenched around him. His cock dragging along such a sensitive wall you were almost embarrassed it was causing you to soak him so much more.

Legs shaking around him, Jon slowly fucked right along that wall until you cried out against his lips, a beg for air and reprieve neither of which was granted to you. Fucking you slowly, until Jon had to start thrusting harder to get as deep when he had enough. Grunting he let go of your hands and snatched you up, surprising you as he flipped you both so he lay on his back.

You now more perched up in his lap, looking down at him your hands braced on his chest as you suddenly turned very flustered at the angle he was looking at you like. Lungs paused, not normally a position you found yourself in, but Jon's eye were bright and adoring as he looked up at you.

Finding your hips he guided you to hover back over his cock, your nervous eyes finding him as he husked out, “It's alright, darling. You're doing so well,” His grip slowly helping you sink down on his cock but from this angle he was deeper then ever, seated so fully inside of you if he came this deep inside you, you didn't know how you wouldn't find yourself with child in the morning. Groaning himself, Jons head flew back against the pillow as his eyes closed. Hands never leaving you, guiding you to move up and down his cock at his own strength and his own pace.

Moving you so that you were dragged along that sensitive wall against him as your eyes sealed closed with a stuttering breath. Airy voice as your nails dug into his chest as you moved slowly along with his hands moving you up and down. “You-fuck, Jon you feel so good, so, so good inside of me please..”

But Jon didn't speed you up or let you speed up. Just keeping you on a slow, overwhelming pace that had you feel every single inch of him every wet slide inside you. Dragging you along for his own ride that had your muscles burning and tingling, a fire amongst the wetness Jon sunk his cock inside.

A whine clawed it's way from your throat, begging his name but your eyes sealed closed trying to catch your breath with each thrust inside. Sitting up suddenly, Jon shifted you both so you were straddling his lap more, as one of his arms wrapped around behind you to keep you steady against him, the other holding onto your hip as he begun to move you a little harder against his cock.

Your hands reached for him, winding behind the back of his neck and up into his curls as finally the sounds of the room begun to slap together more as you moved with him bouncing on his cock with a more raw need. Tight around his neck, Jon took the arm behind your back and grasped at one of your breasts, tugging and twisting your nipple as you kissed him.

By each second you lips were exploring one another, Jon moved you harder up and down on his cock. A bigger yank to pull you onto him as you moved just as eagerly as the pace increased in speed. A steady sound smacking of your skin together and your cries grow more to quiet whines that stuttered with every single bounce on his cock.

Tugging somewhat at his hair, made Jon fuck up into you a little harder each time you did as he moved from your breast to keep your lips to his, a hand at the back of your head not that you wanted to go anywhere else. Let the fire of his desire burn through you until nothing was left but what you could offer his lips and his cock.

Faster and rougher, using both hands, yanked your hips up and down on his cock as the sound grew louder in volume and tempo. Holding onto one another tightly Jon felt you seize up in his arms the coarse hair around the base of his cock raw as it rubbed against your clit each time and just as your orgasm washed through you was it mixed with the hot seed spilling deep inside you. Balancing the other out as your legs almost widened around your straddling more almost desperate to feel such hot cum was tearing through you but kissing Jon meant you wanted no parting words over it.

But then he kept fucking you, kept bouncing you on his cock at the same speed and roughness. Instead of easing you back up he dove back in, the wetness graced his ears as music better then anything someone could come up with. Letting go of your lips, Jon looked up at your eyes, his own blown out and pitch black, now both his hands on and guiding your hips still. “Fuck, should never leave.” His voice a deep rasp, “Should stay like this together for good, keep you right here with me until I know I've given you a child..”

A faint moan came from your mouth as you felt that burn of desire again and Jon swallowed your cries into his kiss until you could compose a sentence.“Anything to make you happy..I promise...”

Nodding, he whispered up at you, “Then we stay here, right in our bed, however long it takes..” Your orgasm slipped past your notice as he was shallowly thrusting deep, seizing in his touch and around his cock before Jon groaned your name out too, spilling deep inside you again and yet he still was hard.

Kept fucking you, as you both wrapped your arms around the other as you felt tears for the pleasure setting you on fire only screaming for Jon, the world outside of him did not exist.

Once or twice you rested, Jon keeping you on your side more as he would gently move to tip a drink of water gently down for you, keep you with the right energy, but it wouldn't last. Jon would flip you once more onto your back as he took you more times then he or you could count.

For once, neither of you had any real dream of sorts and as you stayed wrapped up in each others close arms facing one another, Jon pulled you into his chest. Neither of you also had noticed that you both only fell asleep mere hours before the sun rose.

You fell into a slumber with no real thought, cunt burning and aching from Jon's cock, stomach thighs anything else painted with whatever cum you couldn't take deep. Your mind was safe and settled that night in Jon's arms, and Jon had no dreams to haunt him the same.

The only peace left in the brewing storms of the world at least was found in your bed, in Jon's arms.

[alicentsultana]

I saw your modern! au post and here are some thoughts:

I feel like the Hightower's in a modern au would own a really fancy university in Oldtown plus a Church.

Otto's older brother, I believe he's named Hobert Hightower in the show? anywayyyy he's like the owner of everyone, Otto is a professor and Alicent kinda followed in to his footsteps.

She met Viserys after Aemma dies? Kinda like Viserys started going to church lol and Alicent was already going to church so they meet, he grows an attachment, she feels weird about it? Because let's say here Viserys and Otto were University buddies? Like Viserys was sent to Oldtown to study met Otto they became friends, then Viserys moved back to KL but they still somewhat kept in touch.

But Otto sees Viserys's interest in Alicent as something good, because the Targaryen's are filthy rich so he hopes Alicent and himself by extension will get benefits through Viserys.

Alicent married Viserys, let's imagine she was barley 19? Because a Stepmom to 9 year old Rhaenyra who hated her guts (it's honestly just and expected reaction I think because the poor lil girl just lost her mom and now her dad brings in his new wife so she feels abandoned in a way) and an asshole brother in law Daemon who keeps insulting and laughing at her.

Then there's Criston who's...hmmm a newly hired bodyguard for the Targaryen's? He was mainly in charge of Rhaenyra, him and Alicent don't interact much beyond pleasant hellos and stuff.

After 9ish years? Of a toxic marriage Alicent just has enough of dealing with Viserys, his neglect and straight up bad behaviour towards her. Let's say Aegon is 9, Helaena 8, Aemond 7, and Daeron 2. She takes the kids and hires a lawyer (for the sake of plot lol let's say her lawyer is Larys Strong 🤡) she gets some shares in whatever business Targaryen's have and moves back to Oldtown.

This is getting long lol so to be continued....

Omg I LOVED THAT

Annon if you ever plan to write it or just rumble about it SIGN ME IN!!!!

The post for those who want to read/recap.

Larys as lawyer is 10/10, I wonder how the audit turned out, will viserys fight for custody? Does he visits? The children together have roughly a great percentage of Targwhatever inc than Rhaenyra, I believe someone would try a lawsuit, just to spice things up.

Wouldn't judge the girl either, she just lost her mother and her father is already thirsting around... but I do want her to be close to her siblings, and then everything going -360°

I would love to read and think about Alicent's motivation, do you think otto used religion to say this was right or do you think she ever held some personal ambition? I picture her abandoning her studies to marry, is something that always comes to me, I also would go as far as bringing any kind of kink from his side while she's quite clueless, adding those very dark undertones, he thinks he's in the right.

Also, I must come my alicole bs so bear it with me - he's hating work for this targashian/townner clan, Alicent doesn't have money to keep him when she moves out with the children - so he just find some work around? Maybe even helping in the church, one hour travel to old town every weekend... In the Seven we trust

Please continue, this is sounding awesome!

[corviddusk]

I am Neutral on "shipcourse"

I hate like rehashing this discourse because it centers around a lot of trauma for me as a human trafficking survivor and as someone who was on the internet way too young and got harassed by people in mass droves online but I just wanted to make a post about it.

I am not antiship.

I am not proship.

I consider myself media literate and critical (profic but not proship)

I'm going to list off issues I have with both communities and I'll also mention aspects I have found good about both, then explain why I label myself now as neutral and kinda cringe at my past as an antishipper. I may not be proship myself but I'm still in a sense... An ex-anti.

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Issues with Antishippers

Literal puritanism. Like full on "well you shouldn't have been wearing that if you didn't want to be assaulted" type puritanism.

Anti-kink stances that mirror radfem ideology

Anti-sex in general

The inability to just block people and curate their own spaces

Cross tagging so much crosstaging

Actual harassment especially of children

Inability to accept nuance or understand that there may be more than one reason for someone to be proship

Encouragement to emotionally self harm and not distance yourself from things that are openly triggering.

Going into people's asks or DMs whining about who they follow

Labeling anyone who doesn't engage with the discourse as proship or proship defenders and then in turn "pedophiles/pedo defenders"

Allowing minors in their spaces and sending porn or barley censored porn to talk about how "gross" it is (THIS IS STILL SENDING A CHILD PORN LEAVE THEM ALONE YOU'RE COMMITTING A CRIME)

Sharing around the content they're against to get people riled up instead of trying to be helpful to people wanting to not be triggered by seeing it.

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Issues With Proshippers

Anger and lashing out at people who are not as sexual as them. "PURITEENSSS RAHHH" When that is a literal child who probably doesn't want to have sex because they're a CHILD. Maybe children are going to have more likely innate disgust at sexual topics and shouldn't be involved in the discourse?

The inability to block people and curate their own spaces (oh look both sides have this issue)

Crosstaging all the fucking time... (Both sides again)

Actual harassment to the point it's a joke they claim to be anti-harassment (Literally some of the biggest accounts that are "proship" oriented are focused on harassing and bullying random people online and usually children :/)

Inability to accept nuance or understand that there may be more than one reason for someone to be antiship (it's both again)

Encouragement to emotionally self harm and not distance yourself from things that are openly triggering. (Yeah both do this)

Labeling anyone and everyone who doesn't have exactly 100% the same opinions "alt right" or calling it "Nazi rhetoric" or screaming about them being puritanical even over slight disagreements

Get offended at the idea of criticizing any media because how dare you have opinions on media I guess... "No more fun if your fun slightly annoys me and makes me upset even though I claim I only care about harm!"

Also allowing minors into their space and/or in mass speaking to children on porn accounts for having "the wrong opinion™" with their porn accounts

Supporting actual child grooming and predation in proship spaces and defending 20+ year olds speaking in private DMs to a 13- year old about the ethics of pornography and trying to get the little kid to like a certain kind of porn (This is about something I saw proshippers come out in droves to defend in the Obey me fandom)

Sharing around the posts of the people they don't like that are against them and riling everyone up and purposefully triggering others for the sake of discourse (similar to antis)

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So yeah both sides have a child abuse problem, a self harm problem, issues with etiquette, and issues with making any form of cohesive point. Now this isn't to say that all these issues are always in every single individual anti/proshipper. Everyone is different, some people will engage in one way or another but I want to be clear this is about what I've seen online from these groups by and large. It's a cluster fuck of abuse hurled at one another and it's disgusting. Children shouldn't ever be involved in shipcourse and I'm sorry if it offends kids but this is for their safety. We don't let kids in any other NSFW communities but people will pretend that doesn't apply to the EROTIC FANFICTION AND FANWORK DISCOURSE.

I literally cannot stress enough that this is about primarily erotic fanfiction. Yes there's stuff that goes beyond and tends into actual media analysis type conversations and ethics of fiction, which I love, but most of this is about random pornography.

Am I anti this nebulous concept or shipping that nobody can agree upon and actually doesn't matter because anti/pro ship has nothing to do with wether or not you ship things in general- or am pro this nebulous concept of shipping that has no actual cohesive agreed upon definition?

I have met wonderful people on all sides of this debate. I have met horrific people on all sides of this debate. But most of all everyone who has ever spoken on this debate has been prone to completely missing the point of what someone has to say. If you want to have big boy philosophical discussion about the ethics or morality or impact of fiction and fictional content then let's have that outside of these parameters. I love discussing media and I love having in-depth discussions about how people interpret it how it impacts the world reasons people are for or against certain stories or ways of depicting things but I am not loving discussing whether or not Henry over there in the corner is allowed to make his little dolls kiss because one's a human and the other is a monster who has an unreasonable life span.

I'm neutral ship because of these parameters in my own opinions

I don't really give a flying fuck about what someone ships. If I don't like it I block them and move on. I don't harass them it's easy.

I don't support shipping of anyone real people without their explicit consent because it is a form of sexual harassment. Something that I have endured in real life before. I believe it should be moderated and should be removed when non-consensual as it is sexual misconduct and harms the victims.

I think some types of content needs to be properly tagged especially those of triggering natures. I believe ideally those who do not properly tag and categorize these works should have theirs striken down on online platforms or automatically corrected to the right settings as part of moderation to allow people to more easily avoid triggers (IDEALISTICALLY I am aware this will likely not occur or get misused by bigoted people such as current issues with websites marking trans people as inherently sexual when we are not)

I am against all forms of harassment though I can understand why and how it can occur in many cases and have been guilty of this behavior in the past. I believe people should be able to grow and change and move past this.

I do not feel comfortable with a large amount of the content that is common from proshippers as it is triggering to me. I think if they keep it to themselves and don't force people to look at shit or mistag it it's more so okay.

I do not think children should EVER be involved in erotica discourse and it is so fucked that they have been. It messed me up as a kid and it's gonna mess others up

I think if you're going to make a certain kind of content you have to accept people thinking you're weird or gross, same with sharing said content. People will be grossed out and scared of me liking Gore and Guro. That's okay, they're allowed to be freaked out and if someone can't be friends with me because of that fact, then clearly we weren't compatible as friends anyways.

Censorship is necessary in some circumstances this especially applies to works of propaganda. I find the idea that your stance on fanfiction has any reflection of how you feel about broader media to be foolish. I don't care about your weird Hisoka X Reader fanfiction that's morally ambiguous I care about the effects of things like "The Birth Of A Nation" which was a propagandistic film that spurred the resurgence of the KKK. I think that things that will cause harm in the present should be sealed away in historical foundations or museum vaults for some time before being allowed again to the general public for historical purposes. (ONLY in cases where a work will cause direct harm like say Mien Kamph by Adolf Hitler)

I don't feel comfortable being associated with anti or pro ship people

I believe that writing specific stereotypes into your fanfiction about minorities is a reflection of your own bigotry and unless it's written for the purposes of discussion of such themes or as satire or parody of said bigotries there is in fact a reason said work can be deemed to be racist/homophobic/transphobic/sexist or whatever else it may be

You can have weird fucked up kinks. Your kink is not my kink and that's okay. What's not okay is to try and coerce people into said kinks or get them to engage with you when they clearly are against it. If someone doesn't want to do an erotic roleplay around the themes of aggressive sadism and masochism then don't force it- find a topic you can both feel comfortable on.

At the core of it I am: anti-harassment, media critical, believe in some level of censorship for the safety of the public from extremist ideological propagandistic bigotry, see that fiction affects reality and wish to discuss the influence of media on society, and pro the creation of dark and fucked up media that is telling a story of genuine value.

I may also be disgusted by certain types of porn but as long as it's legal and not victimizing anyone or anything- people should be able to make it and be on their own. But also you gotta accept stigma comes with it. And if you make content centering a paraphilia then don't be shocked when you're called a paraphile.

[justamessedupdisneyprincess]

Wow. So people are still accusing ME of harassing people huh? Firstly I wanna say I didn’t “harass” anyone. If I ever “start” anything it’s only cause they start it first. Because they said something horrible to me that made me feel suicidal again.

For the record, I’m not the monster here. What you said and did to me fucked me up real good. I’m not saying you’re a monster or you’re the bad guy but you did stuff to hurt me that’s why I “hurt” you. I stand up for myself. I did not “harass” you but you said things that made me as I said before suicidal and I hated that you got away with it. Also calling people names and swearing angrily and guilt tripping isn’t setting boundaries.

I’ve been clean since the very beginning of 2020. I’m not pulling the victim card or some shit here but you SHOULD know that I used to cut all the time in my teen years and in 2020 I finally stopped because I finally had people be nice to me for once. 2020 was the only year where I didn’t get harassed by anyone and the Onward fandom was so nice to me back then and supported ALL of me and who I was both inside and out. I was ok in 2021 until December after seeing a post saying I should be disgusted in myself and that I don’t really love Barley and that I should get fucked because I have a kink. A belly fetish. I was able to hold off cutting by I was questioning myself for the longest time and felt suicidal again and I vented too much online which lead to this. For the record I only vent online because I am at my worst and am on the verge of actually committing suicide and I have no one else to turn too. Suicide line sucks. I have no therapy because A, they’re all booked out and B, I am terrified to try as I had an Autistic-phobic psychiatrist who literally yelled at me because I wasn’t “a functional adult”. He had a go at me cause I didn’t get my license at 18 or a job and I was crying and sobbing because I was getting death threats back then. So yeah that made me feel worse and I’m scarred for life and am scared to seek help. Also I rarely vent to my family because I have daddy issues you can say. I won’t really get into it but it made me scared to ever tell my family anything because of the things he used to say to me if I ever felt anything.

After June I myself got harassed as well mind you. I got suicidal again and started getting bad nightmares and by the end of the year after bottling it all up I lost it and snapped. I did it again but more violently then ever before, deeper and longer and absolutely all over my arms. It was hard to hide them in summer. My Mom found me out because I wore long sleeves on hot days and I ended up explaining everything to her and how I have a kink. She said there was nothing wrong with it and that my dad even liked that sort of thing as well. It honestly made me feel better. I felt like I wanted to vomit as I explained because everyone online always treated me like I was wrong so I was scared to tell my family if they will agree and think I’m gross. But to my surprise they didn’t. My mental health has gone backwards and I’m my 2019 self again. The had to increase medication cause I was getting violent in public and trying to fight people who cut in line and do rude shit like that cause I’m so fucking done with humanity and humans, for all the shit they done to me. I made a few attempts to take my life but my family has been keeping a close eye on me. My mother took away my pocket knife, I have no idea where it is but it’s for the best that it’s gone. I still get strong urges to do those things. Also that aside my trichtillomania is out of control and my fucking eyelids are bald but that’s not exactly life threatening but its more that I feel embarrassed and ugly afterwards. I have been taking lots and lots of medicine more so than usual just to avoid hurting myself. My mom says she is going to seek out a therapist but I’m fucking terrified of it after what happened last time.

But yeah, you should know I’m not some “cyberbullying”. I am just a girl with several different mental disorders trying to fight my rights to be myself without having to feel guilty or gross about it. I just want to be me without any “friends” suddenly saying “you’re gross and I fucking hate you” and leaving me and saying more shit about me behind my back. This has happened so many times that I lost count and I’m so over it. Now I’m too scared to even make any new friends at all because I know now that I was born to be hated. But yeah, sorry if I ended up having people come to you and saying shit, that wasn’t my intention when I vented about the things you said. But you should know that I had people coming to ME as well and say horrible things to me as well. And I’ve reverted back to my 2019 self. All that recovery from 2020 is gone yet there, like a hazy dream. But I cling to those memories because it’s the only thing that’s keeping me from going completely insane. But yeah. You did bad too. Consider that.

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Hi I love your writing so much!!~ I came here to ask if I could request a smut fluff with Ateez Dom!Yunho and Sub!Female reader. I was thinking of a plot with Ateez is on a tour and reader goes there to surprise Yunho and the rest of Ateez. Reader and Yunho haven’t seen each other for a while so they showed how much they had missed each other.~

Thank you beforehand!~

Im literally so sorry for answering this so late! I’ve been having trouble writing atm and I wanted to make sure I answered your request well so I didn’t rush but I realize it’s literally been so long and I’m so sorry😭 also I may or may not have flustered myself at the end🥴

-𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐅𝐭: Jeong Yunho x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫��: fluff, smut, little angst but it’s barley even there

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: reader lies to Yunho (for good purposes it’s VALID), Yunho is a sad boi :(, so. much. kissing, like it’s almost unbearable, pwp, established relationship, wooyo nipples, the ending is so fluffy (except for one part teehee) I nearly puked.

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!Yunho, sub!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, size kink… c’mon it’s Yunho what do you expect?, fingering, very minor handjob, praise, BIG DICK YUNHO, belly bulge, marking, sir kink, spanking, pet names (baby, tiny, good girl, princess), mentions of when reader was a virgin, they’re both horny and in love, aftercare.

Four months.

That’s how long it’s been since you’ve seen or held your Yunho in person.

It was miserable. You always missed him, and the only way you got to see him was through FaceTime calls (which he now hardly had time for) and clips of him you saw on YouTube.

You were lonely yes, but you weren’t mad. You could never be mad at Yunho. You’ve been dating since before he was even an Idol; a few months before he became a trainee actually. You’ve always been by his side and had no intentions of going anywhere else.

You knew it was going to be difficult dating an Idol; barley being able to see him and always missing him and being left alone when he went away for tours. But you knew what you were getting into when you said you wanted to continue dating him. You knew the chances of being left alike to your devices, waking up at ungodly hours to him opening your apartment door and flopping down to sleep with you, listening as he mumbled sleepy apologies and saying how much he loved and missed you.

As frustrating as it was sometimes, you loved him. And you loved his members too.

They were like brothers to you, and you missed them as well.

You would always support Yunho through his dream and passion, encouraging him to keep going and being his number one fan through it all.

Did you cry some night because you missed him? Yes. Did that mean you took out your lonely, touch starved anger out on him when all he was doing was living the life he wanted? Of course not.

You were actually one of the people who really encouraged him to try out for being in a group, and after awhile of helping him build confidence, he finding listened.

And now look where he was.

As lonely as you were, you’d never know how much lonelier Yunho was.

He didn’t know he needed you as much as he did until he was away from you for extended periods of time. He would constantly have the urge to feel your wrapped in his arms; to squeeze your smaller body against his and give you every drop of love he could squeeze out.

Being away from you killed Yunho, but being away from you also made him perform harder.

He knew you watched the clips people posted of him dancing, so he made sure he gave it his all so when he saw you again, he’d get the best cuddles ever while listening to you praise him as you rake your fingers through his hair.

Damn…

Thinking about it makes his heart hurt.

He mused grabbing your cheeks and squishing them together, pressing several little pecks against your lips and telling you he loves you.

He’s also been violently horny but we’ll talk about that later.

After the first day of the concert you managed to get in contact with Yunho, telling him you watched the live stream and how he did so so well and you were so proud of him.

He felt his heart grow ten times bigger heading your praise, cheeks raising in a smile and anyone looking would think he was a kid in a candy store from how giddy he was. “You guys looked so good! No matter how many times I hear you sing you always so so amazing Yu! Your voice is so so pretty.”

God, he loved you so fucking much.

“Thank you tiny, but you know instead of watching online you could maaybe come to a show and come see me.” This wasn’t the first time he’d asked you to do this.

You loved Yunho, but sometimes he was incredibly gullible.

If he looked closely enough, he could see the room behind you was definitely not your own. It wasn’t your best friends room either. So if he saw, he might either assume you’re cheating on him, or… whatever other option there is.

You flew in right after the concert had ended, got to your hotel (which, thanks to Hongjoong and Seonghwa, was the one they were staying in) and settled in. He had no idea you were there, and you intended to keep it that way.

The only ones who knew about you being there were Joong and Hwa, since they were the only ones you trusted enough not to open their mouths and ruin the surprise. You saw Hongjoong walk behind Yunho, and his face turned into a smile, walking over to peer over Yunho’s shoulder and talk to you.

“Hi Y/n.”

“Hey Joongie. You guys did amazing by the way, no matter how many times I see it the performances just get better and better.” His face flushed a light pink, always happy to get praise about his group and their progress.

“Thanks, I wish you were here thought, we miss you.”

“Uh, hello? Can I please talk to MY girlfriend in peace?” Yunho butted in, bottom lip jutting out in a pout that made Joong roll his eyes and you laugh.

“Girlfriend shmirlfriend, there’s not one thing you two together that we call can’t do together.” He was not ready for the quick answered he got.

“Yunho gets to kiss her.” Seonghwa said.

“Yunho gets to give her hickies.” Wooyoung pointed out.

“He can literally fuck her you guys. That’s what you can’t do with her, asshole.” Yeosang scoffed, yelling when Hongjoong ran off to jump on him (but he was very easily held up, I’m whipped for Yeo’s arms). You snickered, love ring your mouth to keep your laughter down in fear of what the people in the rooms next to you would do.

Yunho grumbled to himself, walking out of the chaotic room to finally have peace and quiet to speak to you.

Second day of the tour in the country they were in, and you were currently getting dressed.

You decided to use an inspired outfit, loving how Wooyoungs outfit was so you made your own little spin-off. You got a white bandanna and wrapped it around your chest after using a friends cricket machine to put ‘break the wall’ ‘shout’ and other things on his shirt on yours. Wrapping it around your chest and tying it tightly, you draped a white leather jacket over your shoulders, pulling on a pair of white high waisted jeans and slipping on your white platform Converse after doing your make-up and styling for hair.

In you were being honest, you felt good.

You arrived early, and quickly after hundreds of thousands of people flooded in after you. Damn, that’s a lot of people.

Once you reached the front of the line you showed the guard the special pass Hongjoong had given you, and he welcomed you in and told you the exact spot Hongjoong had gotten you. Thanking him, you had your way inside, buying a light stick (because you forgot yours, sadly) and making your way to your seat.

“Seat number F101.” You mumbled to yourself, walking round to find your assigned seat, probably looking as lost as a baby duckling until you finally found it. He had gotten you a seat right in front of the stage, dead, fucking, center.

Perfect, no you’ll be nervous the whole time until Yu spots you.

-

It wasn’t long until the whole place was filled with people; Ateez fans of all shapes, sizes, genders and races all ready to enjoy the next couple of hours with the boys.

You were grinning from ear to ear as the music played, watching with big eyes and refusing to blink as you watched them dance and sing. You found yourself talking to a few girls beside you since you didn’t come with anybody, and they were really sweet and fun to talk to.

They started to perform ‘Deja Vu’ and you bent down to sneeze, letting out a relived breath before looking back up. Except you were just looking at them anymore.

Yunho was staring right at you while trying to hide his shock and his smile. He raised his hands in the air, swaying his hips before bringing them back down with the beat but never tearing his eyes away from you until he has to move away.

This is going to be fun to explain.

After the concert ended (and you were slightly sweating from all the jumping and dancing you were doing), a security guard came and found you, asking you your name.

“Yes, that’s me.” He nodded, extending his arm in the direction of back stage. “This way please.” He said, and you waisted no time making your way back to the door. The door was opened for you and you thanked him, putting the light-stick you bought in your bag before continuing to walk in.

You heard several voices, and all of them were ones you haven’t heard in person in months. The security guard walked ahead of you and you followed him, suddenly feeling nervous.

“I found the girl you asked for.”

The room went silent.

Great, not you were getting nervous.

Seonghwa was the first one to look over, and he immediately found his feet and walked over to you, wrapping it you in a comforting hug that made whatever you were nervous about vanish.

“Did you enjoy the concert?”

“I did. As always you guys are amazing.” Once they all (except Hongjoong, since he knew you were here) got over there shock, Wooyoung jumped onto his feet and ran at you in a a full sprint, almost knocking you over when he squeezed you so tightly.

They all hugged you, Yunho being the only one still in a state of shock. So, you walked over to him, climbing into his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck to hug him close.

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer to him and hiding his face away in your neck. “You’re really here… with me right now? This isn’t another dream?” He asked, voice so small you were worried he’d start crying.

Nodding your head, you placed the softest kiss on his neck, carding your fingers through his dark hair, holding back a giggle when he shivers.

“Yes I’m really here, Yu. I missed you.”

“I missed you more tiny. God I can’t believe you’re really here…”

“Thank your hyungs for that.” His head snapped up to look at Hongjoong and Seonghwa, both of them smiling proudly with their chests puffed out. “You knew?”

They nodded, noting how he didn’t move away from you in the slightest. And he probably wouldn’t move for awhile. “Mhm. We got her a flight over here and Hongjoong found an available room in our hotel, so she’s in the same building as us.”

“You are?!?” You hummed, snuggling further into his body to steal the warmth he provided. You couldn’t see it, but Yunho had you most in love look on his face. His eyes were wide and the boys could basically see the hearts beating through them.

“Oh to be not single.” San sighed, Jongho snickering next to him, yelping when the older male jumped on him.

The moment Yunho had you in his arms he did let you.

He always had a hand on you in some way; whether it was around to it shoulder, holding your hand, holding you in a back hug, or resting his hand on your ass. He was touching you in some way.

All he wants to do was get to the hotel, find your room, and fuck you till sun up. But no, everyone decided to take their sweet time backing up while he stood with you rock hard and horny.

If he could just pull you into an empty room he would, but he wanted to take his sweet time with you and savor every second he could get. He wanted to listen to your drawn out moans and needy whimpers, make you tell him how much you missed him and how badly you wanted his huge cock inside of you.

It’s been so long since he’s heard you beg, and now it was the only sound he’d ever want to hear. He wanted you to cry is name as he rearranged your insides to fit him and only him. He wonders if you’ve gotten tighter since the last time he fucked you. Could you have bought a dildo close to his side to make sure you were always ready to hit him? Part of him hoped not. He wanted to stretch you out, to feel your tight pussy squeeze the life out of him too he couldn’t move anymore.

He wanted to be suffocated by you.

And that brought him to his next thought.

You sitting on his face.

God he missed squeezing those lushes thighs of yours; bitting the skin and marking them up so nicely. He remembers the last time you sat on his face, he nearly came in his pants when you started mindlessly humping his face.

All he wanted to do was shove his—

“Yunho?” Your voice smacked him across the face, bringing him out of his very inappropriate thoughts. He quickly turned to look down at you, heart fluttering at the sweet look you were giving him. Your eyebrows were creased, confusion evident on your face. “Did you hear what I said?”

You said something? “Uh, n-no I didn’t. What were you saying?” He felt bad for not even hearing the girl he was fantasizing about not more than five minutes ago. “I was asking if you wanted to come to my room and hang out.” You said, playing with the promise ring on your finger as you awaited his answer.

Yunho chuckled, pulling you close to him and placing a gentle peck onto your lips, followed by a few more since he got carried away. “Of course I do baby. We haven’t seen each other in months, all I wanna do is be with you.” And he lent those words with every fiber of his being.

Smiling, you took his hand in yours, joining them on the bus as you made your way back to the hotel.

“By the way, why is your outfit Wooyoung inspired instead of me?”

“Because Wooyoung nipples.”

“Fair point.”

-

The minute Yungonfor to his room he jumped into the shower, changing into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before heading off to your room. He knocked on your door, and it was silent on the other end for a few seconds before you pulled it open in a way to big shirt and… maybe shorts? He couldn’t see if you had anything on underneath.

“Hi YuYu.” You took his hand and pulled him into the room, closing the door before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He missed you so much, feeling your lips against his wad almost so overwhelming with the feeling he was having.

He grabbing the back of your thighs and patted your butt, the signal for you to jump so you did. He kept you up as he walked over to the bed, gently placing you down on it while never breaking the kiss. His right hand came up to rest against your neck, feeling your static like against the palm of his hand.

Swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, you gave him access, parting your sweet lips to give him entrance to your mouth. When his tongue pushed past your lips he was immediately dominating the kiss, holding your body like it was the most precious treasure he’d ever seen.

You pulled at his hair, making him let out a pleasurable groan into your mouth that had you smiling. As you twisted his hair through your fingers, his lips started to trail from your mouth to your neck, not liking how bare the skin was.

“It’s been so long since I’ve marked you, huh? You probably forgot who you belonged to didn’t you baby?” Before you could protest, to tell him you haven’t forgotten and that he’s all you think about, he was pulling your shirt over your head, mind drawing blank for a second when he saw the lack of a bra.

Fuck, you were made for him.

“Been forever since I’ve had you like this,” his long, slender fingers traced shapes against your tummy, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. If there was one thing Yunho loved, it was the effect he had on you. “Need to remind your needy little body who it belongs to, don’t I tiny?”

“Y-yes Yu.”

“Since when did you call me ‘Yu’, tiny? That calls for a punishment don’t you think?” You were quick to protest, just like he wanted.

“N-no sir! Please don’t punish me, I didn’t mean to I promise…” you looked away from his gaze, fiddling with the ring on your finger. Why can’t you just not be cute to he can punish you? Why did you have to pull at his heart string and make him want to pamper you like you princess you are?

He hummed, messaging your hips. “I still have to give you a punishment baby, you know I do.” He wanted to seem sad about it, but he couldn’t hide his giddiness. Sadly, he didn’t have the usual toys like the ropes or a vibrator with him, so he’d have to go with something different.

Moving away from you, he shifted to let his long legs hang over the edge, placing his feet to the ground before patting his thigh. “Come here lovely.” And you did. Scrambling over to him, you went to sit on his thigh, but he quickly stopped you.

“Nuh uh, bend over, sir’s gonna spank that pretty ass of yours.” Hearing those words fall from his lips so naturally makes you shudder, and you bend over his thighs and present your behind to him. He hums in delight, playing with your panties for a moment before snapping the elastic to your skin making you jump.

Yunho chuckled, adoring your cute little reactions. He runs his large hands over your butt cheeks, squeezing the flesh like it was a stress ball for him to just play with. Though you didn’t mind, having his hands on you was comforting.

A loud slap resonated through the room and the peace was broken as you let out a sudden yelp of surprise. “Count.” Was the only thing he said.

“One.” He landed another smack on your butt, watching how it jiggles with each impact.

“T-two—ah!” Another smack.

“T-three.” He was thinking of stopping at five since you haven’t done much to deserve a punishment, but the way your squirmed against him and moaned when his hand landed against your ass was just to enticing for him to stop.

He landed to two smacks against your butt, but you forgot to count them, and he was more than happy to punish you for it. “I said count.” An even harsher smack.

Tears started to well up in your eyes from the sting, but you held them in, whimpering out a quiet “s-seven” while he soothed them burn in your behind with his cool hands.

“Doing so good baby, taking your spanking like such a good girl for me.” His deep honey like voice made you feel calmer, slowing your racing heart only a little before he landed another smack ok your behind.

“Eight!” He cooed about how good you were, and how he’d make you feel so good once you took all your spankings.

Smack. “N-nine…” he saw a single tear fall from your eye, and it made his heart clench in his chest. Maybe because it’s been so long since you’ve seen each other, but his heart felt a lot softer than it usually would when he punished you.

“Last one tiny.” Smack.

“Ten!” He immediately started to rub over your sore, red cheeks, cooing at you. “Good job baby, took it like such a good girl huh?”

“Y-yes sir.” He pulled you up from bending over to press a kiss onto your lips, shifting around so your back was pressed against the mattress and he hovered over you.

Yunho toyed with the elastic of your panties, toying with the cotton fabric and he slowly pulled them down. “My finger or my tongue, tiny? Or do you wanna be greedy and have both?” He already knew what you would say, but it’s been so long that he just had to take his sweet time with you.

“What happens if I say both?” You pout, once again playing with the ring adorning your finger. Yunho chuckled, kissing you again except this time, he was getting a message across. Tonight was about the both of you, and whatever you asked for, you’d get. “Wanna answer again baby?” God, he had so much power over you it was almost embarrassing. But you basked it and basked in his praise, his attention and his love.

Because it was all for you.

So yes, you were greedy. And proud of it.

You nodded, grabbing hold of his t-shirt and pulling him closer, knowing how much he loves when you do that. It shows how bad you want him, and he knows his desperation and desire and lust isn’t one-sided.

“Want both. Please. You know I love your hands— a-and you look so handsome between my—“ he stopped your rambling with a kiss, knowing if he let you finish, he would have came in his pants. He trailed his hands down your body, touches so light and calculated they made you shiver with glee.

You needed him in whatever way he would give it to you. Whatever he gave you’d take. You just needed him— needed Yunho.

He opened your legs wide to accommodate his larger body, soaking in how you currently look under him. Your lips are swollen and red, hair a mess and sweat starting to form at your hair line.

God you look so good all messy and disheveled because of him.

Finally done teasing you, Yunho slipped a finger inside of you, mouth falling open at how tight you were. How long has it been since you’ve done anything to yourself?

“How are you so fucking tight? It reminds me of the night I took your virginity.” You moaned, weakly smacking his shoulder and you clenched tightly around his finger. “Baby you’ve gotta relax, you’ll suck my finger off of my hand at this rate.” He wouldn’t complain if that’s how he lost a finger.

“S-sorry… just haven’t touched myself since you left. It never feels good enough…” you trailed off, feeling suddenly embarrassed at how you just told him you can’t get of without him. Yunho smirked, leaning down to kiss against your neck, sucking at the skin to leave his own decorations.

“Oh? Can’t do anything without your sir huh? God you’re so damn tight, it’s gonna be like fucking my virgin girlfriend all over again,” he breathed against your lips, pecking them lightly before pulling away with a smirk. “And I would not mind that at all.”

He curled his single digit inside of you, feeling around your gummy walls and quickly found your sweet spot. You let out a whiny moan, arching your back against the bed while trying to grind against his hand to have more of what you wanted. “There it is…” he chuckled, lowering his face so he was eye level with your gushing pussy.

You peeled your eyes open to look at him, immediately wishing you hadn’t done so. He was looking right at you, sticking his tongue out to licking a long, slow stipe up for sopping wet cunt. The moan you let out was to erotic for you to handle, and you covered your face, wishing that you hadn’t just made that noise.

Yunho, on the other hand, wanted to hear more of your noises, resisting the urge to grind down against the bed. His tongue lapped at your clit while he slipped a second finger inside of you, eyes fluttering shut as he stretched you nice and wide for his thick cock.

“Y-Yunho… ‘m gonna—“

“What did you call me?” He stopped.

You whined in protest, squirming to try and feel something of him against where you needed him most. All he wanted was to be back between your legs eating you out until he was full and satisfied, but you knew that wasn’t what you called him during sex.

“Nononon please! ‘M sorry sir I didn’t mean it! Just feels so good…” you trailed off, covering your face with your hands before giving him the best puppy dog eyes you would manage. Damn it. Yunho was weak for you and there were times he was actually ashamed of how much power you had over him. But right now, it just made him throb seeing you desperate for him.

“Mm, you’re so lucky I love you baby.” He pushed two long fingers back inside of you, curling them just right to make you whine. “You’re so lucky I missed you; that I missed your lips, your scent, your touch, and this fucking cunt.” He harshly ducked your clit into his mouth, humming against the bundle of nerves and it sent you into a shaking frenzy.

You were so sensitive. Months without being properly touched and you almost never truly attending your your own pleasure made the feeling foreign to your body. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

With your core tightening you tied your hands in Yunho’s dark hair, tugging at the strands to pull him closer to you. He groaned at the sting in his scalp, adding a third finger to get you nice and stretched.

“S-sir— of fuck ‘m gonna cum. Please lemme cum, pleasepleaseplease—“ you didn’t even get to finish begging before he pulled away from you right at your peak. He silenced the cry you let out with a kiss, using his clean hand to grip your jaw and hold your head still.

You sighed, enjoying the kiss but not enjoying the empty feeling you had and having your orgasm wash away from you. Yunho chuckled, pulling away from your swollen lips to look down at you. He hovered over you and completely towered over you, making you shrink in on yourself under his intense gaze, your core tightening around nothing.

“God you’re so fucking tiny,” grabbed your hips, messaging your flesh there lovingly before placing a gentle kiss on your tummy. “So small I’m worried I won’t fit inside you again. It’s been so long since I’ve had you, your cunt’s probably forgotten how to take my huge cock, huh?” He tilted his head to the side, removing his hands from your body to peel his shirt over his head.

You sat up to help tug his sweats down, and he quickly kicked them off somewhere in the room. Next we’re his boxers and you had those pulled down in a second and he kicked them off, leaving the both of you completely naked in the hotel room.

“We can’t be to loud tiny..“

“I think we’re well past being to loud.” Yunho sighed, knowing your right. You wrapped your hand around his fully erect dick, mouth watering at the sight. You forgot he was ridiculously big, and it made your core ache. Yunho groaned, letting his head fall back for a fraction of a second before he looked back down.

He let you stroke him for a minute, spreading the pre-cum around his shaft and admiring how your hand couldn’t fully wrap around him. “Mm no more baby, you’ll make me cum if you keep going.” He groaned, removing your warm hand and shivering when he suddenly felt cold.

You giggled— a sounds that he never wants to go so long without heading again— and spread your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck to fiddle with the hairs on his nape. “I’m ready when you are.” It was the same thing you said when he finished size training you when he took your virginity.

He leant down to press his lips to yours, the both of your getting lost in each other for as long as you could manage. You reached down to grab Yunho’s dick, rubbing your thumb along his tip to tease him. He pulled away with a hiss, mouth falling agape as he looked down to see you playing with him.

He glanced back up at you, smirking before letting out another stuttered breath. Maybe he was overly sensitive too.

“Don’t tease, t-tiny. C’mon just put in in already, know you want too.” He tried to mask how much he loved your hands, but it was no use. You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before placing his top at your soaked entrance, coating his tip in your juices before moving your hand away.

“Fuck me, pretty please.” You didn’t have to ask him twice. He leant back down to connect your lips again before easing himself inside of you, the both of you groaning at the feeling of finally being connected.

The stretch was stinging, but it was bearable thanks to the foreplay and how wet you were. Yunho slowly pushed inside until he bottomed out, letting out a deep groan that made your rib cage ring. He put your legs onto his shoulders, waiting for you to adjust while he did everything in his power to keep still.

“M-move.” You mumbled, mind going dumb at how his cock dragged against your walls. God it felt so good to be full again, to be full of Yunho again. His pace started slow, wanting to drag out the session for as long as he could manage so he’s never have to disconnect from you again.

But you both grew impatient.

“More. Please gimme more Yu.” He happily obliged. He moved your legs off of his shoulders to wrap them around his hips, curling your body so he would hit deeper inside of you. You could feel him kissing your cervix, and it was making you loose your mind.

He set a hard, quick pace, using his smooth hips to create the perfect pace that has the both of you moaning silly. “God you feel so f-fuck perfect around me.” Yunho groaned, burying his face in your neck to moan into the skin. The only sounds you could make were whiny, fucked out moans, and they continued to feed Yunho’s ego.

“Your pussy was made for my fat cock huh, tiny? S-so fucking tight I can barley— fuck I’m close.” You couldn’t even manage to form a sentence right now. Your mind was completely muddled; filled with pleasure and Yunho.

“Oh god,” you moaned, arching you back it get closer to your boyfriend (if that was possible). “‘M gonna cum. P-please lemme cum Yun. Pleasepleaseplease— ah!” He cut off your begging by rubbing fast hard circles against your clit, angling his hips so his tip brushed that special spot deep inside of you.

Yunho leaned down to nibble on your ear, brutally thrusting his hips against yours with no mercy. “Cum for me.” That’s all you needed. His sweet, honey like voice sent you over the edge; your thighs spasming and your core tightly clenching.

Your juices covered his cock cock slicker, letting him continue to bury himself inside of you, chasing his own high. “Almost there tiny,” he let out a broken groan, hips stuttering. “Gonna cum baby. Where do y-you want it?” He knew where you wanted it, but asking never hurt.

“In me. Fuck Yun please cum inside me baby!” Your voice in his ear was like a drug. Yunho let out a whimper he was holding in, the pace he set stuttering out of control as he grew closer and closer to his finish.

He connected his lips yours, moaning into your mouth as he filled you up to the brim. Four months worth of cum deep inside of you. And to you, there was no better placed for it to be. You shifted your hips to the best of your abilities, trying to get every drop of cum you could out of him. Yunho hissed in overstimulation, breaking away from your lips to look down at your connected centers.

Now wanting to move yet, he shifted you both around so you were lying on your sides; your right leg kicked over his hip so he was still deep inside of you. You let out a content sigh, melting into his gentle touch as he drew circles against your back. Sleepily, you pressed your lips against his chest, right over his beating heart and smiling when he chuckled.

“Do you wanna get cleaned up?” He asked, pressing kissed against your face before pecking your lips. Once, twice, thrice before he fully connected them in a breathtaking kiss, chaste and sweet with nothing but love. You hummed, nodding but never letting go of him.

Yunho groaned, playfully nipping at your nose to get you to giggle. “I have to go start the bath tiny. You’ve gotta let go.”

“Who says?” You pout, deciding now was the time to be a brat. Yunho sighed, knowing making you let go would be more of a pain than just carrying you. “You’ve always managed to throw me around other times haven’t you? A few steps to the bathroom shouldn’t be to hard, especially with your long ass legs.” He hates how you have a point.

With a sigh Yunho picked you up, turning so his feet planting into the ground and he carried you with him to the bathroom. He sat you down on the toilet after pulling out of you, letting you do your business as he bent over to start the bath. Not being able to help yourself, you started using his butt-cheeks as drums, singing ‘Pirate King’.

He looked back at you, face showing he wasn’t amused but the smile that tugged at his lips said other wise. You raised your hands up in defense, quickly reaching back down to tap his butt once again before raising the hand back up. “What? I’m an innocent woman with less than innocent urges.”

“You’re also childish.”

“Says you—“ he pulled you into a rough kiss, silencing you and making whatever brat that had festered inside of you disappear. Yunho pulled away, giving you a cocky smirk that let you know he knew how to tame you. “Don’t start with me, tiny. Because I promise I will make you scream so fucking loud that the hotel next door will hear you begging for my cock like the slut you are. Understand.” The grip he had your your jaw was gentle but firm, letting you know he was anything but joking.

“Yes sir.” You wished you could hold onto being bratty longer, but you were to tired to handle another round. He was please with your answer, patting your cheek gently before stopping the wart and placing you inside and climbing in after you.

Once you finished your bath and got dressed, did your night routine and dried your hair (which took forever might I add), you and Yunho lied in bed, wrapped around each other like a pair of wired earphones when you put them in your pocket.

“Yunho?” You mumbled, sleep knocking on your door just waiting to be let in. He hummed in response, playing with your fluffed out hair before pecking your forehead. “Can you sing for me? Turbulence please, it’s one of my favorite songs.” He felt his heart skip two beats.

Every moment felt so domestic with you, almost like your lives were some kind of perfect fairytale.

He liked the story too, as long as his story aligned with yours he’d forever be happy.

Clearing his throat he began to sing, voice soft and low and it made your heart melt. Your shoulders relaxed even further, eyes closing as a small smile played on your lips. He sent for a few more moments until your soft breaths fanned against his neck, and he immediately knew you were passed out.

Yunho chuckled, not being able to help himself when he just sat and looked at your sleeping face. God he loved you so much it almost hurt. He placed a slow, lingering kiss against your forehead, closing his own eyes as his heart hummed happily.

“Goodnight my love, I love you.”

[thegrandlinesimp]

This turned out to be less kink and more character study, my brain saw it as a prompt and I rolled with it. And just so you know I headcanon Kid is left handed (for reasons that would take too long to explain here).

Also, did I look up images of amputee stumps mere days post operation because I’m a slut for authenticity and Oda is a pussy in not drawing it? Yes, yes I did.

Warnings: not much really, a bit angsty, some mentions of blood but nothing terrible, vague mentions of past child abuse (Kid’s mum is a bitch)

Word count: 3.5k

The Victoria Punk rocked steadily on the dark sea, waves lapping at her sides as she creaked in response. The moon was high in the sky and stars shining above, their sparkling light reflected off the surface of the calm waters. A castle loomed over the ship, turrets crumbling with age and the water had long since smoothed the once rocky beach. Most of the ship’s crew were inside the ancient walls, save for a small few, one of which was staring out at the open waters from behind a striped mask.

Killer sighed as he leaned against the ship’s railing, staring out to the midnight shrouded sea with a heavy heart. His stomach twisted at a memory from a few nights ago, a rather heated verbal fight he’d had with his captain that - for the first time since they’d started dating - didn’t end with a rough, carnal fuck.

Though much to Killer’s unease, they hadn’t had sex in a solid four months, even though Kid had been given the ‘okay’ by Doc three weeks ago, so long as he went easy. He’d expected Kid to jump him that night at the very latest, but nothing happened. Nothing continued to happen for two and a half weeks, with Kid continuing to go bed wearing an old, long sleeved jumper he’d found in storage a few months prior. During the day the young captain would cling to the left side of his coat, as if scared it’d fall away to reveal-

There was a flash of a blade, Kid let out a roar of agony as he stumbled and fell.

His stomach twisted again and he leaned over the railing, he gripped it tight with one hand while with the other he grabbed his mask, ready to tear it off should he suddenly be sick.

Blood, gore and death had never fazed Killer, it was how he’d earned his name, just a nameless orphan on the streets often found with blood on his hands around the time a body turned up. Though it was usually scumbags, and people turned a blind eye to the marines as they were well hated on his home island. No, he’d seen limbs go flying, sent them so with his own blade. Sometimes it wasn’t him who dismembered a person in the middle of a fight, but that had never effected him.

But this was different.

This was Kid.

If Doc hadn’t been there, he would’ve…

Killer just wanted to hold him, to have him in his arms, feel that he was real. He still remembered his beloved captain, pale, still, silent in the med bay, his precious Punk in tatters as she barely made it to dry land. Kid’s fire had dulled since then, a soft ember that flickered with defiance every now and then, giving Killer a glimmer of hope.

He knew why kid was like this, when you know someone for so long you can just see the way their brain thinks. That, and having the redhead yell at him the other night “why fuck? You won’t even be able to get up what with how gross I look!” was a dead giveaway. When he used to get a new scar he’d flex his muscles, telling the tale of how he’d won the battle, coming out alive.

But that was just it, he’d barley made it this time, this time he’d lost.

He knew Kid didn’t feel worthy, old childhood wounds his mother gave him opening back up from the severe blow to his ego. Insults like ‘tattered little scumbag’ and ‘scrawny, worthless sewerage waste’ were some of the nicer things she had called him while dealing out punishment. Kid had an odd, silent pride in his looks now that he was a lot older, the new scars, not to mention the missing arm, had destroyed the self image he’d made. He’d tossed all his jewellery into the ships treasure hoard with a look of disgust on his face, punching a mirror and shattering it to piece only a couple of days later.

This couldn’t go on.

He needed his captain back.

He needed Kid back.

Killer grit his teeth and straightened, mind made up as he turned, and made his way below deck to Kid’s workshop.

He needed to let Kid know how he felt, and if talking wouldn’t do it, then the captain’s favourite pass time would have to do.

He paused, making the quick decision to stop off at his and Kid’s cabin first. Perhaps drastic times called for even more drastic measures.

***

Kid gave another glance to the schematics Doc had given him, his gaze coming to his own rough sketch of what he wanted the prosthetic to look like and finally to the metal skeletal structure in front of him. Wires hung this way and that, the technician side of his current project confusing him to no end as he gnawed on the handle of his screwdriver, teeth marks already etched deep into the old tool.

It still didn’t seem quite right.

Then again, the last two attempts seemed about the same at this stage, promptly hurled across the room in a fit of rage at his own ineptitude.

He was just about to fall into the same pattern of descent into self hatred and rage when the door to his workshop was unlocked. There’d been no scraping of the key on the other side as the wielder tried to put it in the hole, so either the old man hadn’t been drinking too much, or it was-

Killer nodded at him as he walked in, “Kid.”

Or it was the last person he wanted to see…

He bit harder on the screwdriver, sparing his first mate a glance and a grunt before trying to hyper focus on his current task.

It was a bit difficult, though, with Killer just standing there, staring at him from behind his mask.

“What?” He finally said as he whirled around to face the older man, tone far sharper than he intended it to be.

Killer, of course, didn’t seemed fazed, not even showing the little uncomfortable shift only Kid saw. He tilted his head slightly to one side and Kid’s heart plummeted, he knew that one. That wasn’t an uncomfortable shift.

It was a coy look.

“You seem tense,” the suggestive tone drove his worries home.

Kid bared his teeth in a sneer, “Whatever,” and turned back to his work table.

It wasn’t a clear no, something he knew Killer would take for certainty, but he didn’t want to push him away too harshly.

Didn’t want him to leave him.

Leave him alone, yes, but not…

Though instead of hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, there was a soft clunk of something being placed of the table. When Kid looked up, he immediately wished he hadn’t, because no matter how much he wanted to look away, he couldn’t.

Killer’s eyes had always had a glint of curiosity in them, regarding the redhead from behind long bangs, but to Kid it was a look of knowing, of seeing right through someone or something. It was a calculating gaze that studied him, tried to soak in every inch of his being, made him grab the left side of his coat and pull it closer, not wanting to see the way blonde’s face would twist in disgust when he saw the extent of the damage.

The blonde’s movement was precise when he walked forward, a hand coming to rest on Kid’s right shoulder, yet he stood behind him to the left. Kid sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, body going ridged as he grit his teeth. Oh god he wanted what Killer was offering him, needed it even. He bowed his head and hunched his shoulders, but didn’t say anything.

He didn’t want to get into another fight.

He was happy to fight with anyone.

But not Killer, never Killer.

Kid gasped as warm air ghosted against the back of his neck, lips brushing against scars that hadn’t yet properly formed. He shivered, face heating up as warmth pooled in his gut. He didn’t know if it was on instinct or out of habit, but he leaned forward and bared the back of his neck, his only hand resting on the table.

He was deeply relieved when Killer moved so he was standing on Kid’s right side.

“Kid,” voice so familiar, so understanding and soft that he wanted to pull its owner close and never let go.

“We…shouldn’t…” Kid but his lip, refraining from turning to look at his right hand man.

“Why?”

Such a simple question, and so simply answered too, but Kid hated everything about ‘why’.

He wanted to push Killer away, should push him away, “You’ll hate what you see.”

“Hate you?” a hand cupped the side of his face, forcing him to turn his head even though he desperately wanted to anyway.

Kid could never get enough of the depth of this man’s eyes, how they swum with lust and love for him.

All the more reason they shouldn’t, it’d break him if Killer couldn’t stand the sight of him. He’d rather face the entirety of the Marine fleet, with full knowledge he’d die, than see the slightest grimace on the older man’s face.

“How could I ever hate you?”

Kissing Killer was probably the most familiar thing Kid had ever done, even the first time on the other side of the world it had felt like coming home.

This time felt exactly the same.

The rub of lipstick on lipstick, the line he painted across Kid’s red stained lips, the way he tilted his head to damn near fuck Kid’s mouth with his tongue.

He loved all of it.

He’d missed all of it.

Fingers curled through scarlet locks as Killer sucked on his tongue, the warmth in his stomach quickly fanned into flames as he groaned. There was a firm tug on hair and he gasped, head jerking back, baring his neck. Lips pressed against his pulse, tongue swirling over the spot as his heartbeat quickened at the feeling.

“Kil,” Kid panted, going to lift the hand that was resting behind him on the table to tangle it in the blonde’s long hair.

Killer, however, was leaning against him too hard, the loss of his hand on the surface behind him nearly caused Kid to fall back. His hand slammed back down and he snarled, throat tightening as tears threatened to well up in his eyes.

“Fucking, stupid piece of-“

“Shh,” Killer hushed him, taking a step back and allowing Kid to stand up straight, he grabbed Kid’s now free hand and tugged, “Couch.”

God, the way his voice dropped, the air of command about him. Kid wanted to give in so badly…

Fuck it, fuck this, fuck everything!

Kid took a deep breath and held it for a moment, mind going blank as he made it up. He looked Killer right in the eyes as he pulled his hand back, the other man’s brow raising in surprise. He pulled his arm through he’s black vest, casting off his coat on the right side at the same time. The weight of the red fabric pulled at the vest and with so little holding it up on the left side it all crumpled to the ground.

Leaving Kid bare from the waist up.

His throat tightened as Killer stared at what remained of his left arm, Doc told him to keep the bandage off for as long as possible to ‘let the skin breathe’, get it get used to sensations. A bunch of bullshit of course, but he owed the man his life and Doc had never steered him wrong. He was regretting it now, though.

A bunch of tissue and stuff had been removed, allowing the skin to be sewed over the open wound, making a stump, twisted and deformed. Scars were scattered up what remained of his arm, ending over his left eye, a few too many sword swipes that had been too fast to dodge or use his powers to reflect. He felt gross, wrong, standing there in front of Killer, with his beautiful long hair, soft blue eyes. Sure, his left arm was fucked up from the fight with Red-Hair, but he still looked pretty damn-

“Perfect,” Killer whispered, breaking Kid from his barreling train of self loathing, “you’re perfect.”

His face felt hot as Killer stared down at him, blue eyes so tender as he reached down and hooked some stray hair behind Kid’s ear. Kid bit his lip, body tense, still not too sure about being on the receiving end with another man; old hangups from how his mother’s clients would tell her how ‘pretty’ her seven year old son looked, their gaze leering and making his skin crawl. The only reason he was doing this was because it was Killer. Killer would never hurt him.

And in that he found solace.

“You’re perfect,” Killer murmured, a soft smile curling in his lips.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked to the side-

“Sh-shut up,” he muttered, looking away just as he did back then, during that wild first night.

And just as he did back then, Killer chuckled, pinching Kid’s chin between his index finger and thumb and forcing his head to turn back to look at him, “But you are.”

“Bastard,” Kid mumbled.

Yet the blonde just gave him a soft smile, reaching up to pull off Kid’s welding goggles, letting his hair fall down over his ears and eyes, placing them carefully on the workbench.

“Hmm, and so handsome.”

“You’re one to talk,” Kid scoffed.

“Oh,” Killer chuckled, the sound always made Kid’s heart soar, “a compliment from the great Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid? I must be a lucky man.”

Kid huffed, smirking, the tip of his nose bumping against the blonde’s, “Just shut up and kiss me, dumbass.”

The two of them spun around, Killer now standing with his back to the work table, purple lips pressing against his red ones. Hands placed on his chest prompted him to walk back, pausing nearly every step to steady his lips against Killer’s. Kid’s breath hitched as the heel of his boot hit the couch and he allowed himself to be shoved down.

“Strip,” Killer all but growled, hands trembling as he fumbled with his belt buckle, “‘m gonna ride you.”

Kid had already been kicking off his boots before Killer had even started talking, but he began scrambling after hearing that, struggling to shove his pants down without undoing his belt. By the time he got his pants and boxers around his bare ankles, the older man was already stripped naked.

“Lube’s, uh,” fucking hell, why where his pants so hard to get off?

“Don’t need it,” Killer said, and he promptly shoved Kid to lay on his back, pulling off the redhead’s pants the rest of the way.

He groaned as warm, soft lips wrapped around his already half-hard cock, tongue rubbing down the underside as Killer took him in. Kid’s one hand darted to tangle in the mop of golden locks bouncing up and down above his length, cock throbbing every time Killer gagged or choked on him.

“Fuck,” he panted, a lopsided smirk forming on his lips, “Never seen ya so desperate to suck my dick.”

Kid mentally kicked himself for having a big mouth as Killer pulled off him, though the dark look in those blue eyes promised something far better than a mouth to fuck.

“Can’t help it,” Killer said, tone surprisingly soft for how vigorously he’d been sucking the redhead off, he got up on the couch, gracefully swing a leg over him to straddling his hips, “missed you.”

That shut him up, his cheeks and ears turning a similar shade of red to his hair.

Kid’s breath hitched as the tip of his cock nudged Killer’s lubed hole. Fucking hell, he’d gone and prepped himself for this, the idea of the blonde coming in here with the specific goal of riding him made Kid’s head spin. Killer only bottomed when he offered it to his captain, and even then it was with specific rules: he had to be facing Kid, Killer was in charge and no finishing inside. Sure, he offered now and then, but it was always a calm question, sometimes a reward or something, not bursting into his workshop and seducing him onto the couch!

It was like one of his fantasies was playing out.

“You’ve gone awfully quiet, Kid,” the way Killer drew out his name as he rocked back against his cock had him groaning.

“Fuck, c’mon, need ya to- fuck,” he slammed his head back against the cushion beneath him as the blonde slowly sank down.

“What was that?” Killer huffed, shifting to grab the back of the couch with one hand and slowly jerk himself off with the other, “Can’t hear you through your whimpering.”

“F-fuck off,” but all the bite had left his voice, too subdued by the tight heat slowly engulfing his dick.

They both groaned when Killer’s sat fully on Kid’s length, the redhead’s eyes fixated on the ceiling and his one hand holding Killer’s hip in a death grip.

The blonde sighed as he circled his hips, slowly rocking on Kid’s lap, head falling back as he continued to lazily stroke his cock, “Fuck, I missed this.”

All Kid could do was whimper, it had been too long and he hadn’t been able to properly get off for a few days, still not used to using his non dominant hand to jerk off. The tension in his lower back was maddening as he fought to not move, knowing he’d come as soon as he did.

“K-Kil,” he all but whined, hand trying to get the older man to stop moving, “f-fuck, pull off, ‘m gonna-“

“Do it,” Killer purred as he started to bounce on Kid’s lap, the light slap of skin on skin fogging Kid’s mind further with lust, “want you to come inside, wanna feel you for days.”

“Fuck! Oh fuck,” his thighs shook and he snapped his hips up, eyes rolling as he came the hardest he had in months.

Killer panted, eyes blown wide with lust as he gazed down at Kid, cock hard and red with arousal. He seemed to take a moment to centre himself, and Kid couldn’t help but worry if he’d changed his mind about wanting his captain to finish inside. But instead of making a face as he lifted himself off Kid’s still hard length, Killer’s eyes focused on the workbench. The blonde got off the couch, a drop of cum running down a trembling inner thigh as he made his way to the table.The older man rummaged through a draw, letting out a huff as he pulled out a half empty tube of lube. Kid groaned and bit his lip as Killer began to lather up his own cock.

“My turn,” he said with a dark smile.

Kid whimpered, excitement coiling in his gut.

***

(Bonus)

Sweat stuck to his forehead, eyes fixed on nothing as he gazed up at the ceiling and he lightly rubbed his hand on Killer’s shoulder, heartbeat finally at a calm pace. The blonde hummed, nuzzling against his chest, body half draped over his, being careful to not put any of his weight on Kid’s injured side.

“Kid?” Killer finally broke the peaceful air with his soft, questioning tone.

Kid hummed to let the blonde know he’d heard, bringing his hand up to gently scratch the back of the man’s head.

“That sketch,” Killer nodded to his workbench, “is that gonna be your prosthetic?”

His chest swelled with pride as he smirked, “Yep, looks pretty awesome, doesn’t it.”

“…Does it…are those…cannons?”

Kid blinked, frowning, “Course, that’s why it’s awesome! Gonna be fully functional and everything.”

“There’s…four?” Killer’s said with a tone of disbelief, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“Five,” he corrected, a smug smile spreading across his face, “gonna have the hand turn into the fifth.”

Above him, Killer began to tremble, shoulders shaking as he turned his head to bury his face in the back of the couch.

“Are you…” Kid’s hairless brow shot up, “oi! Bastard! Don’t laugh!”

Killer threw back his head and cackled, never ashamed to laugh when it was just in front of his captain. Kid’s face flushed and he bit his lip, as much as he hated it when people laughed at him, he never cared if it was Killer, the sound of full blown laughter so rare from the blonde that he’d get his head stuck in the ship’s railing if it meant hearing it. Blonde locks covered his chest as Killer pressed his forehead between his pecs.

After a couple more seconds the older man calmed down, lifting his head to grin at Kid, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before saying: “God I love you, you absolute dumbass.”

Now Kid’s face was beet red, “Sh-…shut up!”

[newtonsheffield]

Are you doing spicy Sunday this week??

Been wondering what farmer Anthony is like when he and Kate decide to have a baby? Or when she’s actually pregnant?

Hmmmm... this one is probably going to give away a little plot but here we go. Anthony trying very hard to keep his breeding kink in check for his lady wife who thinks he could stand to be a little less in check.

Anthony couldn't fucking stand it.

He was sat outside the post office, watching his wife carefully, something boiling away in his blood as he watched her head tilt back, laughing at whatever Davey Atwood had just said. Her eyes were shining in the midday sun, a stray curl tickling the back of her neck where it had escaped its restraint, probably from the way he'd seen her, slipping into her dress just before they left (the house mercifully quiet with the children dispatched to Daphne's to help with the new baby). He hadn't been able to help himself when he'd seen her, the swell of her stomach visible, growing round with his child, so beautiful his chest had felt tight as he'd walked her backwards, falling it his knees in front of her, pulling off her undergarments with a sharp

I told you not to fucking wear these, Kate.

He could still taste her on his tongue even now, still feel the scratches her fingernails had left on his scalp, still hear the groan that had fallen from her lips after she'd fallen apart for him and he'd forced her to taste herself on his tongue.

"Please Anthony."

He'd nearly given in. Nearly let himself slip between her legs and lose himself in her, desperate to claim her as his again but he'd held back, clenching his jaw.

"No, sweetheart, you'll have to be good when we're in town."

And now he was burning.

Davey Atwood, the stupid little prick who couldn't even tell barley from wheat, for his part was leaning against the door grinning at Anthony's wife as though he was the bloody cock of the north. Staring at her, right there in the village with the swell of her stomach evident against her dress. The fucking bollocks on this man.

Ever since she'd told him they were expecting a child, ever since he;d seen the swell of her stomach with her departure from Kent still so fresh in his bones it was like something inside him had snapped.

Whenever he saw her, whenever he lay pressed against her, their child between them, kicking gently under the palm of his hand he couldn't help it. Something primal and feral rose in his chest, a need to have her, to leave her gasping against him, clinging to him, his wife. His and no one else's. Something smug that purred in his chest whenever one of the matrons said-

"My My, look at you. Baby on the way, Mrs Bridgerton."

His jaw tight as his chest puffed. "Yes, we're very excited."

He watched now, his blood boiling in his chest as Kate bid Atwood farewell, making her way down the steps the sunshine catching in her hair, bouncing off her cheekbones, so beautiful. His. Completely.

"Are you ready for home, darling?" Kate said lightly, her hand squeezing his bicep gently.

Anthony felt himself twitch, his jaw clenching as he nodded, "Yes. Let's go home."

Heat prickled down his spine as his hands tightened on the reins the horse plodding along in front of the cart. He could feel Kate pressed against him, her arm along the length of his, her leg pressed unnecessarily against him her breath puffing against his neck as she spoke, about what Anthony had no idea. He couldn't stop thinking about her. About how she'd feel against him. How she'd feel slipping against him, how it would feel to bury himself inside her as he found his peak, filling her.

Anthony pulled the horse to an abrupt stop off the side of the road, the sun beating down on his neck already.

"Anthony?"

Kate was staring back at him, her eyes wide with confusion as he sighed irritatedly.

"Get down."

"What?"

"Kate down from the cart, I can't fucking stand it."

Her eyes darkened immediately, a convulsive swallow bobbing in her throat as she stepped down making her way back from the edge of the road, into the small copse of trees, a sly, slow little smile tossed over her shoulder at him.

Anthony's heart was already pounding in his chest as he jumped down, ignoring the irritated huff from the horse, sprinting after his wife, catching her just as she disappeared from sight of the road.

he reached out, his arms closing around her waist, pulling her back against his chest, pressing his nose against her neck, breathing her scent in deeply as he walked her forward, his hand bracing them against the tree.

"I've wanted you all afternoon, sweetheart."

Kate let out a shuddering breath as he caught hold of the hem of her dress, skating his fingers over her thighs, nudging them apart with his knee.

"Have me then."

A groan escaped both of them as his fingers slipped between her legs, the wet heat of her drawing him in, his eyes fluttering closed against her cheek.

"God, Kate, were you like this the whole time we were in town?"

Kate nodded desperately, her hips starting to roll against his fingers as they slipped over her, pressing back against his own hips "All I think about is you since the baby. I just want more."

a groan fell from his lips as Kate's breath caught in her throat, his fingers sinking deeper and deeper his mouth dry as heat pooled in his stomach, his breeches tightening as he started to grind against her. Her movements were becoming more erratic, one hand covering his on the tree trunk, the other cupping his neck holding him close as her lips slanted over his desperately, falling apart around him.

The second Kate slumped forward against the tree trunk whatever had been left of his self control snapped. Kate's hands were trying to fumble at the fastening of his breeches a whine rising in her throat

Please Anthony. Please please please

Anthony stilled her hands, placing them back on the tree, his hands on her hips, tilting them back against his, shoving roughly at her skirts, bunching them up around her hips.

From the very first snap of his hips Anthony was lost to it. It was as though his vision was tinted red, something in his chest forcing him to thrive forward, his blood boiling, jaw tightening as he ground desperately against his wife. There was nothing like this, nothing in the world like the slide of their skin together, the feeling of her tight around him as he thrived forward marking her as his.

He couldn't breathe for it. For the way that she moved against him, her gasps and moans echoing in the woods, the mother of his child, desperate for him. Desperate for the entire world to know what she'd let him do. That she welcomed him at night, letting him slide between her legs and fuck against her until he came undone. That she wanted it desperately. Welcomed any tiny depraved little thing. Let him fuck her in the fields while the wind whipped around them.

Anthony!

His name gasped from her lips forced a growl from his chest and he couldn't take it anymore as she writhed against him, so close to falling apart again.

That's it sweetheart, scream. Fuck, I love seeing you like this, desperate for me. Fucking full of me already and you still want more. Take it, Kate, go on. You're such a good girl, Kate. Fuck!

Kate shuddered against him, his name screamed through the tiny clearing and his self control, coiled tight at the base of his spine snapped as his vision blurred, the entire world tilting on its axis for a moment, and everything went still.

Kate was still shuddering as she straightened, turning to face him finally, her back against the tree as her lips found his gently, her fingers pushing his hair back from his damp forehead.

"Lovely"

Anthony let out a breathless chuckle. groaning a little, "Any chance you could stop looking like this? It's rather distracting my love."

Kate sighed, kissing the end of his nose lightly. "I don't think so. Poor Anthony." She straightened, patting her hair back into place a little. "I have an awful feeling I'm going to be pregnant rather a lot."

"You absolutely fucking are. Better get used to it now."

[umblackness]

needy

pairing – harry styles x reader

warning – humiliation. exhibitionism. daddy kink. cockwarming. degradation. dumbification. hella lot cringe. crawling? 18 +

summary – you aren't needy, no. but that doesn't mean you will let go the opportunity of harry fucking you.

request – And one where Harry takes you to Italy to a Beautiful villa with an infinity Pool and get cought by paparazzi having sex there haha !

author's note – this is shitty and not proofread so I am so sorry !! also, sorry for the wait too . . .

neediness.

it was the only thing that you were completely and utterly foreign. being a middle child, your needs weren't never really taken as needs. you didn't know what it felt to need something.

the first time when you needed something, was when you were a teenager and hadn't studied for your exam. you had fucking squealed when the results had come out and you had passed.

the second time was when you were going to confess your feelings for harry ; you just needed him to like you back. which, for the record, he did.

the third time was your art competition in school. the fourth was when you had revealed your kinks to harry. the fifth was when you got into a fight with your best friend. the sixth was when your favorite sneakers were on sale. the sixth was your fight with your mom. the seventh was when your boyfriend asked a homeless you to move in with him.

quite frankly, after that, you lost the count because after that, you needed him with you. on every day, every minute, every second, you just needed him with you.

You walked towards the changing room, a towel in hand because 'baby, the towels are all dirty!' or so he had claimed.

He had taken you to a heavenly villa in Italy, for your second anniversary. and apart from the pizza store down the street, that sold cauliflowers in pizza, the whole vacation had been brilliant. till now.

you had been sitting in the living room, sipping your coffee in peace, while he was swimming in the backyard. suddenly and completely out of the blue, he had called for you to bring a clean towel.

so, being the good girl you were, you had abandoned your coffee and now here you were. you were snapped out of your thoughts, when you felt someone push you into the water.

and since you and harry were the only one in the mansion, you had take a wild guess.

you emerged from underwater, letting out a shriek dramatically. however, your not-so-intense-glaring session came to an end as he jumped into the water too, before swimming closer to you.

"I don't want the towel, baby, you know what I want?"

He wrapped his arms around you, making you drop the things in your hand.

kissing your lips softly and passionately, he let his tongue dominate your mouth. he moved a bit so one of his hands moved to caress your cheek as the other one slipped lower, until it was gripping your ass.

quite frankly, you did know what he wanted. it was hard to forget when he talked about it throughout the flight. however, you couldn't help but tease him so the next words that came out of your mouth were filled of playfullness.

"What, daddy?" A growl that could make everyone and anyone drip with arousal vibrated through his chest. He quickly walked you backwards to the edge, flipping you so that your back met his chest, once you guys were there.

"I wanna rearrange your guts and turn you into a stupid mess." He paused, the hand that was on your cheek, was now fisting your his shirt. "I wanna fuck you, make you cum again and again, until you are blabbering for me to stop. "

"You want that, don't you?"

You managed to nod shakily, feeling your heat become wet and this time, it wasn't because of the water . His finger ran up and down your pussy, finding it vulnerable and bare, just like he expected.

one of his stupid rules said that you weren't allowed to wear any panties when you two were alone and of course, as much as you acted like you hated it, the truth was that you loved it ; you loved allowing him to have easy access to your body.

"Fuck, kitten. been such a good girl, deserve a reward, don't you?"

your eyes met his darkened ones and almost as if on queue, a moan left your mouth, followed by another choked moan, as two of his fingers slid in your pussy, not giving you any time to adjust.

Harry leaned down, his hand leaving your ass to open your mouth for him. He collected his saliva, holding eye contact as he spat in your warm mouth.

the groan he had let out as some of it fell on your jaw, was intoxicated and you craved more.

The sight was addicting to him as much as it was to you. he couldn't help but add two more fingers, wanting you to really fall apart underneath him.

"Daddy!" You screamed, the pain from the stretch already fading to a barley there sting.

"Aw, I know, whore. It feels good, doesn't it?"

Your ears burned from his mocking tone, you could feel the blissful feeling, your pussy felt so good that it hurt and yet, you couldn't help but nod pathetically.

Harry sighed, mocking disappointment. "Use. Your. Words. Slut."

"Y-yes, d-daddy! feels so good, can I cum please?" you whined.

As if to punish you for breaking his rule, he begun rubbing your clit, knowing how much that drives you crazy. You moaned, your own hands moving to your hair. You felt your eyes close, only for them to snap back open a second later.

"Look at me when I am" Harry sped up his moments, collecting his spit again but this time he spat right on your face. "destroying your tiny fucking pussy, you cum rag. fucking cum now."

reaching your high quickly, you let out the loudest moan of his name. he slapped your pussy, making you realise your mistake. panting, you were still in your post orgasm phase when

your gaze moved to his cock, his boxers felt like they couldn't burst anytime and you felt proud. your smugness was short lived though because he quickly took his fingers out of you.

He gave you a quick wink before slipping the soaked fingers in his mouth back and forth, he groaned, making you suddenly aware of the wetness between thighs.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, cockslut?" Fucking shit, your pussy throbbed at that.

"C-can I ride you please?"

you peered up at him through your eyelashes, hoping to appear innocent—it was all for nothing though, when he just landed another slap on your pussy.

still not saying anything, harry let go of you and walked out of the pool. your green eyed lover looked at you once again before slipping in the sun lounger by the pool.

Harry relaxed back in the chair before beckoning you forward with a finger and you, ever the good girl, go with it. you ignored the confusion and frustration in your mind as you climbed out of the pool.

As soon as you took a step forward, a tsk came from harry. "crawl for me like the good little slut, you are and can be."

you stared at him—it wasn't like you weren't comfortable, you and harry had discussed the limits months ago but what surprised you, was how much you wanted it.

you were broken out of your thoughts when he sighed mockingly. "I said crawl for me or is that too much to understand for your stupid little baby mind?"

you whimpered, dropping to your hands and knees. keeping your head up to maintain eye contact with harry, you crawled over.

once you were there, he was quick to manhandle you on his lap. his hands moved to your neck, where they caressed your collarbones. Harry's mouth replaced his hands soon, sucking hickies in your neck.

"good girl, maybe your not just a set of holes for me to use, after all." he spoke against your skin, making you shiver at his words.

"d-daddy, wanna make you feel good." you moaned, just wanting to please him like he pleased you.

"oh yeah?" he spoke and you could feel him smirk in your neck. "there's my good little cockslut, always so fucking eager to please her daddy. go on, baby, use your hand, since there's no way in hell I am going to grace that little throat with my cock."

nodding pathetically, you quickly lifted yourself up and lowered his boxers, just enough to take out his cock. one of your hands grabbed his cock, while the other swiped over the angry red tip.

your eyes moved to find his, only now taking in the fact that he had lifted his head from your neck. he hissed quietly, making you smile proudly.

your hand that was around his cock, fastened his pace and so did the one that was playing with his cock head. "I am your good girl, your good slut, right, daddy?"

"my best slut, so good to me." he regretted his words when he saw your proud smile change into a cocky one. "but that doesn't change the fact you are a slut, yeah?"

you nodded, letting out another whimper. wanting to make him feel good, you gave attention to his balls and his cock head more. he twitched, indicating that he was close.

and then, suddenly, he took your hand away.

"Gotta save daddy's precious cum for your little tummy, hm baby?" Harry whispered, squeezing your hand before his demeanor changed back to dominance.

"y'wanna have Daddys cum in your tummy?" he began, noting the eager glint in your eyes as you nodded way too fast. "Then earn for it. use your dumb little baby mind to make me cum and I would consider letting you cum again. Ride me."

a broken moan vibrated from your chest, only making him more amused. your lifted yourself before lowering down on his cock slowly.

you placed your hands on his shoulders for support, once you had taken half of him. you begun bouncing on his cock, trying to create a rhythm.

a scream of his name left your mouth, your body finally getting what it wanted. you looked up at him, only to whine at the sight— harry was relaxed back, his hands beside his head and he looked completely disinterested.

"does that feel good, daddy?" you asked, knowing that he had make fun of you—after all, that was what you needed.

"does that feel good, daddy?" he mocked, his lips set into a subtle smirk, even though you knew he was going soft inside. "look at my good cumdump, so eager for her daddy's pleasure."

you whined, bouncing harder on him, going completely in the rhythm you had set. you leaned to kiss him, sighing. after not even two seconds in the kiss, he bit your lip roughly, demanding entrance.

your passionate kiss went on for ten more seconds—seconds that consisted his tongue dominating your mouth and playing with yours—before he pulled away, with your bottom lip in his mouth.

harry leaned back a bit before letting go of it and watching it snap back into your place.

you smirked at the action, fastening your pace. however, it wasn't fast enough for your lover because the next thing you knew, he had thursted up into you, breaking youd rhythm and smirking harder at the broken moan you let out.

he went still again, making you do all the work. sighing lazily, harry moved to rub your clit, making your release come faster and so you bounced harder on him, tightening your pussy every once in a while.

he groaned, making a proud smile appear on your lips.

"d-daddy, can I cum?"

"hold it, yeah?"

before you could reply, he smashed his lips against yours. he rubbed faster at your clit, making you let out a small gasp. he took the opportunity as his tongue entered your mouth.

his tongue played with yours instantly, making you moan against his mouth. his tongue pushed yours back down before exploring your mouth.

harry pulled back, uttering a single growl of "my good girl" before diving in for another long passionate kiss.

feeling his dick hit your g-spot, you moaned loudly. he pulled back again, this time to breathe. he watched with darkened eyes as you threw your head back and screamed his name.

"cum with daddy, baby. let go, yeah? wanna soak daddy with your juices?"

as soon as his permission reached your ears, the coil in your stomach tightened before breaking completely. you screamed his name again, letting out a few curses.

he followed soon after, filling your pussy fully with groans and growls of your name.

you relaxed against his chest, both of you relaxing for ten or so minutes before he carried you back inside, his now softening cock still buried in you.

he laid the both of you on the bed, smiling when you started playing with his hair. Harry nuzzled your neck, laying soft kisses on your neck, smirking whenever he came across an hickey.

the sheets around you were soft and like dreams. however, the man that was covering you with his arms now, was softer.

you stared at him, admiring his beauty and even though it sounded a little creepy, you didn't care. who wouldn't admire this God of a man.

you cuddled against his bare chest even more. you guys had slept while you were cockwarming him—actually, he had carried you around yesterday, since your legs had felt like jelly. you wouldn't have it any other way though.

you closed your eyes, almost falling back asleep when the sound of your phone buzzing snapped your eyes spoken. Harry groaned, tightening his arms around you.

you patted his hair softly, watching as the tension left his body and his eyes softly opened. you gave him your signature smirk, he shook his head, burrying it in your hair afterwards.

his hand gave a small squeeze to your ass, though his hand moved back to your waist, when you shot him a glare.

the cute moment was interrupted by your fucking phone buzzing. he groaned again, nuzzling his head in your hair even more.

you pulled back to blindly grab your phone from the bedside table, smiling at the one direction lockscreen before quickly typing in his name for password.

you looked over your notifications, your disinterest quickly changing into dread as you came across one particular twitter notification.

"no, nope, this can't be happening." you muttered, clicking onto the notification.

Harry furrowed his brows at that, sitting up with you in his arms quickly and accidentally thrusting up in you. "Is it a other hate comment, angel? I told those assholes to not bother my baby but no-"

"shut up, h." you smacked his chest as he raised one eyebrow. "Sarah just messaged me and our photos got leaked. it's breaking the internet."

"what?" he took your phone and sure enough, there were four blurred paparazzi photos of you two from yesterday.

the first one was of him kissing you in the water, the second was of him spitting in your mouth, the next was of him sucking his fingers and winking at you, the fourth was of you crawling for him.

"baby, these are all blurred. the ones with me spitting and you crawling for daddy are even more blurred. management is probably going to do something so don't worry, yeah?"

he wasn't wrong though — you thought, nodding at him. now that you were reassured, maybe you didn't need the earth to swallow you now.

you smiled a little before he leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

"besides, the world and your little friends now know about how you are a filthy slut for daddy, yea– OW, I AM SORRY!"

[sparkledfirecracker]

Life of Runes

One: Ace of Hearts

Pairing: Viking Freezy x Female Reader, Curtis Everett x Female Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: You’re forced to marry the community leader while your heart belongs to another. Word count: 2284 Chapter warnings: dark content, 18+ ONLY, explicit language, explicit sexual content, forced marriage, non-con, forced penetration, breeding kink?, use of alcohol, mention of swords (not used for violence), pining? (is that even a warning), Mr. Freezy. < if I missed a warning, feel free to let me know.

* The vows for the marriage ritual was found on google, it’s not mine and I do not claim those vows to be mine. All credit to the rightful owner/writer/author/priest.

A/N: MINORS DNI! My first series in 6 years. This series will contain violent and dark elements throughout and poor reader will be pulled through the ringer as the story progresses. Not all facts are historically correct, it’s fiction after all. It’s a story that has been on my mind for a while and decided to write to get rid of some anger a while back. A massive, massive thank you to wonderful and amazing @wakingbeauty​ for being an amazing cheerleader on this.

This is not Beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

I do not consent to have my works copied, reposted or translated on any other platform. Reposts on any given platform have been posted without my permission or consent.

By clicking on keep reading you agree to be 18+ or over!!

It was a whimsical free feeling running through the barley fields. Your hands gently touched the dried tops. Your hair blowing in the wind as you twirled in the field wishing the wind would take you.

Your head jerked into the direction of the horns blown. Glancing over at the church as the bells chanted from the tower, you were late and there wasn’t any time to get changed.

Today was the day all females of ripe age would be presented. Your community leader had yet to pick another wife since having encountered a third loss. You remembered the excitement from your parents. The joy that echoed through the small wooden shack when they heard the knock on the door. Ecstatic that finally you were chosen for such a grand opportunity to climb the ladder towards hierarchy.

The loose strands hanging from your once neat braid. Your skin glossed with a thin layer of sweat from the heat of the sun and free spirited run through the fields.

Your blood danced to the beating of the drums. Your feet bouncing along to the rhythm slowing your pace from the run back to the small village you had called home ever since you were born.

Making your way towards the collective gathered crowds, pushing your way through it. Noticing the close line of females dressed in white. As they passed, you joined the line and eased in with the ritual dance.

The set up stage nearing as you circled around to the beat. The drum line and flutes taking their place in front of it leaving a pathway leading up to the doors of the home from the man in charge.

All fifteen of you were given a flower necklace, each flower representing the houses you had once been divided in.

New England asters represented the house of the warlords. The house of the man that held your heart, he looked tortured and wounded. His soul bruised as he’d fought the many battles to protect your community.

Blanket flowers represented your house, the various shades of red, yellow, orange, or peach stood for healing, growth and free spirited love.

Plains coreopsis represented his house the elite. None of the females out of his house were presented in this gathering. Nor were they ever seen mingling among the lower class.

The beating of the drums picked up and you fidgeted in your spot. Observing your feet as you tried to straighten out your dress. Your eyes shot up when the drums suddenly applied single loud bangs.

The doors of the large villa opened and you recognized the face of the supreme military leader stepping out. Curtis Everett. Followed by a man who you couldn’t see yet, no-one had ever seen any of the elite leaders. They marched out with large confident steps.

The nerves overtook as you tried not to show too much curiosity for the man behind him. The idea had thrilled you of what he looked like, only having heard so much about him. It had left you guessing and dreaming of the long curly hair, the beard snuggling his face and fantasizing about his possible soft character.

You weren’t prepared for the moment Curtis stepped aside when the drums stopped. The evil grin that was plastered on his face. The way his eyes raked over all your bodies, instantly making you feel engrossed.

The silence was deafening, no-one saying a word. Shallow breaths from the close bystanders being the only sound piercing your ears. He stepped forward climbing the small steps.

He glanced over every female as he slowly took in their features, coming to a halt in front of you. His fingers raked your cheek making you shudder.

“So pure.” His voice was low, you stilled at the unwanted compliment and the touch to your cheek, watching his hand fall from your face.

He toyed with the flowers in his hand. Gently caressing the leaves of the blanket flower. Your heart skipped a beat and hoping for dear life he was going to pass and move on to one of the others in the line-up.

For a moment he paced again before returning in front of you and holding up the flower in his hand. Cheers erupted from the crowds and the beating of the drums eluted all hesitation for a split second.

You could feel the relief from the others in line and felt their pity looks without even looking around. Your emotions bubbled to the surface quickly, realization hitting you that life as you knew it was over.

He held out his hand, waiting a split second for you to grab a hold of it. When you didn’t, he forcefully grabbed your wrist and pulled you forward into his side wrapping his arm around you holding you close. His grip digging into your flesh uncomfortably as you tried to hold it together.

The drums were hit at a quick pace accompanied by the low hums of the festive committee. Chants from the on watching mass throwing white flowers for prosperity, love and fertility as you passed.

Your gut twisted at the thought of having to sleep with the dark force that had claimed you. Your feet reluctantly stepped along to his set speed. The wooden arch came to sight quicker and faster as you approached the pagan priest holding a large horn in one hand.

As per tradition a brother stood right by the vicar holding two swords. One would be presented to you, an exchange and transfer of protection to both your families uniting. Your sister standing on the other side holding the cups of bridal ale for when you tied the knot.

As the ceremony took place you drowned out your sorrows, taking in the new life that would be your new forever home. Your free spirit being killed within a month after the wedding. Being watched by others as you were bred and a child being forced upon you.

You were jostled back to reality when your body shifted sideways at the unforgiving pull. Looking down at the rope being wrapped around your wrists. The handfasting ritual that would literally tie your lives and hearts together for eternity. A public declaration for your union as with every knot you spoke ‘we do’.

* Now we are bound one to the other

With a tie not easy to break.

Take the time of binding

Before the final vows are made

To learn what we need to know –

To grow in wisdom and love.

That our marriage will be strong

That our love will last In this life and beyond.

You looked into the darkened orbs of your now husband, the light blue ring still sparkling, before you both spoke your final “we do”.

The priest motioned for your sister to come forward, handing you each a cup containing the amber coloured liquid. You linked your free arms as you drank from the bitter good, letting the light pine aroma tingle your taste buds.

The late day turned into night, the villagers drunk on the provided mead and bellies full from the feast. As the hours progressed the more nervous you got. Your heartbeat stopped when the whistles of the boned out flutes rippled through the air.

You could’ve sworn you heard a high chant from spirit as it took a deep ringing in your ear. Causing your anxiety to rise further as you were enclosed in a small circle. The chants of well wishes mixed with the rhythmic beating of the drums while the fiddle kept its cheery tune.

You looked over your shoulder seeing the six chosen ones lined at the door. Your heart sinking down further as your heart longed for another. Another that stood in that line. Another that was going to watch you be taken and claimed by a different man who you had to call your husband now.

You had no choice in this matter, you’d seen the way he looked at you when you stood on the podium earlier today. The pain written all over it, the torture awaiting and the look as if he already knew you’d be the chosen one. That was the only way you could justify it now.

The inappropriate gropes from your newly husband made you feel uncomfortable as you were ushered towards the longhouse of the elite. A house that you would have to start to call home. A house that would keep your secrets. A house that would make your heart weep as time progressed.

The tears welled up in your eyes with one last look towards your family and small community of people you’d called home ever since you were born. The comfort and safety ending when the doors would eventually close behind you.

As you passed taking in the looks of the people who’d be watching you get bred, you couldn’t unsee his. The last one made your heart sink further in your chest. The wounded look of displeasure written across his features. The look that burned your soul, the look that made you want to scream, the look that made you want to run up to him and beg for his forgiveness.

“I wanted to feast on you before even tying those fucking knots.” Your husband spoke.

You couldn’t form a response to the statement. He reached for your dress, but you took a step away. Your reluctance only seemed to excite him as his grin grew larger. Something evil is what you sensed coming from him and it was only confirmed when he grabbed your arm harshly.

“Don’t be difficult with me, you’ll end up begging for me by the end of it,” he growled as his facial features darkened with glee, “or you might end up like one of my previous wives.”

“I’m sorry...sorry.” You stuttered as a tear slipped down your cheek. Swallowing hard while he loosened the strings that held your dress together at the front. Your breast falling from the tight strap in, eyes squeezing shut while taking in a deep breath letting your head fall.

“Look at me.” He barked, when you didn’t move he forced your head up, roughly kissing your lips making you wince at the forceful impact.

You heard the heavy sigh in the room, you knew it wasn’t your husband, you knew it was him. Your dress falling from your frame, pooling at your ankles. Your arms and hands folded over your body in embarrassment as you felt your cheeks burn.

You winced at the tight grip on the back of your neck. “Don’t hide from me.” Forcefully removing the clutch you held yourself with. “I’m warning you.”

“Pronge, no need to threaten her.” Your eyes snapped into the direction of the sound. The broad man standing tall, ready to intervene.

“Are you telling me how to treat my wife?” Pronge pointed a finger into his direction. All he did was shake his head and spare himself a further scold. “Great, now I’m agitated and need a release. Good thing I’ve got an inexperienced tight cunt to fuck.”

The anger in his voice scared you even more for what was to come. This man wasn’t what you had dreamed about. He wasn’t the kind soul you had wished upon, he wasn’t like you had imagined him and he surely wasn’t a leader that spoke authority by just looking at him.

He backed you up, your knees buckling as it hit the wooden frame. He didn’t seem to care about the other people in the room. He didn’t seem to care for your comfort as he pulled your legs apart settling between them.

Opening the flap of his pants, his cock springing free from being restrained. His long hair falling in front of his face as he leaned in. Lining himself up and punching inside your hole with a single rut. All air leaving your body without a single moment given to adjust to him forcefully pounding inside of you, no time getting used to the wide stretch.

Your head fell to the side avoiding Pronge’s gaze. Instead you found him, the pained look made your heart ache and before you knew it your hand reached out for him only to be caught by the vicious male you had to call your husband.

The pleasure not building fast enough, the raw strokes of his cock scraping your walls roughly. It wasn’t comfortable and you knew Pronge had caught on, but couldn’t care for your well-being as his hips bucked up into you while you winced from the discomfort.

He didn’t care for your pain nor your pleasure, he only was in it for his own fix. His angered grinds slowly made the tears drop from your eyes.

Your walls contracted around his cock. The small trickles of blood mixing with your arousal from the excruciating impact. His white ropes painting your channel as he released his spend, dropping on top of you.

You laid there frozen and unable to move, taking in your surroundings. Your pulsing core throbbing from not having finished. The approved looks of the 5 chosen ones watching as they watched you being bred. It made you sick to your stomach, knowing you hadn’t been a part of this choice.

You tried to avoid eye contact with the sixth member, but failed when you found him looking towards a wall. His back faced you as he probably turned away, too hurtful to stay and watch your life being claimed by another.

The apologetic words gently repeated itself in your head in the hopes your husband wouldn’t notice that with time your heart belonged to another man.

I’m sorry Curtis.

[the-chaotic-neutral-pansexual]

Hello Everyone

I’m J.T and this is my fanfic blog

I made this blog to post my self indulgent fics after being inspired by others so it is gonna have nsfw writing. I’ve had Tumblr for a while however this will be my first time posting anything let alone my writing. I am still new to being an active poster and writer so please be patient as i find my footing.

My fics will usually include:

- A black and or poc reader/oc (since i am black that's what I relate too most and I hope other poc readers can feel represented in my stories seeing as there aren't enough out there)

-G/n or fem reader/oc (i don't have the most experience writing from a male perspective however i hope i can use this blog to practice and gain feedback. I will mostly start out writing wlw, wlm, nblw, nblm, ect)

-Smutty or suggestive fics (this blog will not only be 18+ content however since there will be a lot if smut it is 18+) 

-There will also be some extreme sexual content so i would suggest you read all the way through his post before following but even if you don't all of my works will have TWs and CWs at the very beginning.

-Fluff

-Angst

-AUs (married, hybrid, mafia. a/b/o, soulmate).

-Yandere/Codependent toxic relationships (some will be fluffy and romantic however I do not condone this irl)

My writing will center around some of the fandoms that i am currently into however because i am neurodivergent that list tends to change based on what I'm hyperfixated on at any given moment.

Who i write for(will change fairly frequently)

K-pop

-Ateez

-TBZ

-BTS

-NCT(all units)

-Enhypen

-TXT

-Twice(pls recommend more girl groups)

-Got7

-E’last

-Cix

-SVT

-Victon

-MX

-p1Harmony

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-BNHA(Aged up)

-Seraph of the End

-Demon Slayer

-Jujutsu Kaisen

-Naruto

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom

-Balance Unlimited

Other

-Marvel 

-DC

-Obey Me

-The Umbrella Academy

-Alice in Borderland

-TVD/The Originals

i will try to take requests however its hard for me to write good works about ideas that I didn't think of or aren't interested in.

NSFW:

This is a mostly Dom!reader blog. Most of my stories will be either dom!reader switch!reader or no express roles will be stated. I need to be in a specific headspace to write sub!reader so when that happens i will make a post asking for sub!reader ideas and requests. Only minor FICTIONAL CHARACTERS will be aged up I will not write about “aged up” real people for example aged up Bakugo is fine but no aged up Huenigkai. Real minors and or barley legals will only have fluff and angst about them no smut or even suggestive. 

I will make sure to add TW and CW at the beginning of all of my stories to avoid accidentally triggering someone. I would like people who aren't into all of my depraved shit to still be able to safely read and enjoy my blog.

Kinks(some are extreme so please leave my blog if that will trigger you):

-BDSM

-Overstim

-Orgasm Control/Denial

-Femdom

-G!P

-Feminization

-Crossdressing

-Mommy/Daddy

-Sensory deprivation

-Marking

-Breeding

-Goddess/Worship

-Dollification

-Objectification

-Dumbification

-Pet Play

-Caging

-Knifeplay

-Cumplay

-Watersports/Omo

-Spitplay

-Yandere/Obsession

-Cnc/coercion (agreed upon beforehand)

-Humiliation

-Public/exhibitionism

-Voyeurism

-Somonophilia

I won’t write(hard limits)

-Scat

-Vomit

-Rape

-Incest

-Beastiality( only human form hybrids)

[dreadysficrecs]

Stucky Fic Rec List #9

Friday, May 7

♟️Guns and Whips and so the Balance Shifts by SugarBucky - [Explicit; 8k words]

[Modern AU; Mob Boss!Bucky x Professional Dom!Steve; Pre-Serum!Steve; BDSM clubs; Sub!Bucky; Brief Steve/Bucky/Scott Scene; Kink Negotiaton; Safe, Sane and Consensual; Bondage; Praise Kink; Cock Warming; Vibrating Butt Plug; Pillow Humping; Aftercare]

Bucky Barnes is the head of a crime family and has made a terrifying name for himself in New York's underground. He loves the control that he has over the Family and over the businesses, but when Natasha Romanov takes him to a BDSM club, he discovers a different side of himself that yearns to give up control rather than take it.

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He goes to Pornhub and searches BDSM. The first video that piques his interest is of a bound Sub getting fucked by a machine. His face is on the floor, licking his master’s shoes, caged cock swinging in the air.

Bucky can’t help the arousal he feels and takes his cock out. He draws out his orgasm even though he feels it only after two minutes of stroking. When the Sub begs his master to take the cage off, Bucky imagines what it would be like if he’s the one on the floor. If he’s the one begging.

The very thought makes him come.

“Fuck,” he mutters, staring at his cock, then back at the video that is still playing. “Fuck.”

So.

He’s definitely into it.

📜 The Department of Special Collections by @cesperanza, art by @artgroves - [Teen; 4,8k words]

[Canon Divergence; Epistolary; Letters & Sketches; Outsider's POV; Established Relationship]

It was a messy thing of leather and papers and rope. It looked like Phillips had carelessly thrown a bunch of documents onto an old piece of black leather and then rolled the whole thing up and tied it . . . The papers inside were all different sizes, everything out of order and haphazardly stacked, like someone had been in a hurry and just grabbed it all.

🧜🏻‍♂️A Fish Out of Water by Stevieschrodinger - [Explicit; 10,5k words]

[Shrunkyclunks; Merman!Bucky; Merpeople; Arranged Marriage; Strangers to Lovers; There Was Only One Bed; Bisexual Steve; Brief Steve/OFCs; Xeno; Blow Jobs; Anal Sex; Switching; Happy Ending]

Steve Rogers, Captain America, is getting married.

He's doing it for the greater good...or at least, so he keeps telling himself.

🥂eat the rich by gracelesso - [Teen; 2,2k words]

[Shrunkyclunks; Rich People Parties; Server! Bucky; Meet-Cute/Meet-Ugly; Awkwardness]

“On your left you have a shiitake mushroom mousse on a cracked barley tuile with yuzu jelly; that’s tamarind-glazed duck breast on the skewers; the spoons are a miso-poached quail egg with pickled horseradish broth; and finally, we have a deconstructed prawn cocktail.”

Having rattled off this incomprehensible litany in record time, Bucky glances up to check the guy’s response. It’s only by divine intervention that the slate doesn’t clatter to the floor.

🪁oh, you can feel how they love you by jehans - [Teen; 2,8k words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; Barbershop Quartet; Post-Mission; Team as Family; Hurt/Comfort; Cuddling & Snuggling; Group Cuddles; Fluff]

Steve keeps repeating it, over and over, like a mantra. Everyone’s alive. No casualties. They are. No civilian actually died. They managed to save them all.

But, Christ.

It was close. It was so fucking close.

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After a harrowing mission, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Nat come home.

[cottoncandyjester]

Can we know a little more about Dante and his relationship with his brother?

I have yet to do a proper introduction post for Dante so this is perfect ✨

Warning this contains: talk about gangs, a tiny bit of incest, and yandere behavior

Dante works in the Cuban mafia as second in command

The boss relies on him so much that dante practically does all the hard work like keeping everyone under him in check and making sure everything is running smoothly

Dante travelled to Cuba when he was 19 as a summer trip but he ended up somehow owing the mafia while he was down there and offered to work off his debt..he ended up rising the ranks

Due to both his parents focusing on their individual businesses when he was growing up they were barley there aside from a handful of times

Cause of this Dante would have to take care of mateo and zeke on his own sometimes his parents would leave money..but mostly not

Dante had to do almost every shady thing in order to scrounge up money to take care of his brothers

He even once robbed someone at gun point in an alley just to get mateo medicine when he was sick

Dante acts brash and bold but he is actually very smart and strategical

Dante made the biggest fit in the courtroom when Tiago got sentenced

I’m talking screaming and shouting and just cursing up a storm at the judge

Dante as a yandere is a scary one for sure

He will use his power in the mafia to always keep an eye on you and there’s no way you can really escape him

He was actually one of the people to teach zeke how to play guitar

Dante is actually only the three boys half sibling but he is too scared to tell them

He found out his mother had an affair with a Cuban man which is another reason why he even went

He is terrified of being seen as an outcast to his siblings(which is stupid cause they won’t think like that)

Dante’s zodiac sign is an Aries ♈️

Dante is a passionate lover he may act like an utter asshole but he is the master at romantic dinners and adorable dates

Dante really likes cooking for his darling and will spend hours and hours looking up recipes to make

Dante and Tiago tend to fight a lot which usually leads to Dante getting bruised up bad

Dante can’t handle loads of praise it makes him so flustered and shy

That’s legit his weakness like if you call him handsome and cute he will combust

The utter thought of having a kid scares Dante..that being said he has a huge breeding kink and refuses to use condoms..he’s playing a dangerous game

Dante isn’t into incest..that being said him and zeke has had several heavy make outs before due to both of them being drunk

They fucked only once…they don’t speak of it to anyone. It was a drunken night it didn’t happen

Dante loves to go to parties only for dancing like alcohol is good too but dancing is the main reason why he goes

Dante still feels awkward talking to tiago sometimes to the point where sometimes he just avoids interacting with him