#theon greyjoy x y/n smut

[intoxicated-chan]

Be With Me

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Robb Stark x F!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ When Robb over hears of your potential marriage, he cannot stand the idea of loosing you to some random lord.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “Be with Me” by Ramin Djawadi. It was heavily inspired by the cave scene with Jon and Yigrette. P.S… IM BACK!!

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 1.4k

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Female reader, sexual content, swearing, injuries, mentions of death, oral (male receiving), discussion of marriage…

(I’m saying it again! This was heavily inspired by the cave scene that involved Jon and Yigrette!!)

You walk out of the medic tent with a limp, It’s more than obvious that you were injured, and you feel the stares from other soldiers as your eyes are narrowed.

Robb caught up to you, grabbing your shoulder to make you turn around, “What was that?” Robb immediately said, “You thought it best to throw yourself into a fight?”

“A sword was coming from behind, you were too bothered to even notice.” You shake his hand off your shoulder and continue walking.

Robb grumbles a couple of words before speeding up to catch you, “I saved your life.” He piped up.

“No, I did.” You corrected him, you kept your eyes forward as you walked to your tent, “If I didn’t throw myself into the battle… You know I’d die for you.”

It makes Robb scoff rather loudly, ignoring your last words, “Let’s say you saved me. What about the other time or the other one?” Robb lifts an eyebrow, “You still owe me two more.”

“I owe you quite a lot, my lord.” You tell him, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to check the horses.”

He grabs your cloak tightly and pulls you back, nearly making you fall to the ground. You look up at him confused and angry.

He suddenly snatches your sword out of your scabbard, “I’ll take your sword as payment.” He then scurries away, you can hear him laughing.

“W-What?” You stand shocked for a moment before realizing what is happening, “Robb! Come back here, dammit!” You shout, chasing after him, “Robb fucking Stark! Give me my sword!”

You run after him, tumbling on a few rocks but don’t fall… Somehow. As much as you’re a fighter, Robb was a runner.

He ran so easily and didn’t take a second to look back and stop to give you some kind of better start.

“If you want it back, you’ll have to steal it back!” He runs from the camp and into a random cave. A random cave to you. You didn’t know the North like he did.

The cave is heated by a natural hot spring, which forms a waterfall and a pool. The rocks glistening from the humidity from the water and the light shining through.

Robb sets his sword against the rocks and begins to undo his armor. He starts with his gloves, crumbling them up and tossing them besides the sword.

Your peer your head into the cave, you rush into the cave when hear him, “Seven fucking hells, Robb-!” You loudly shout, but stop in your tracks.

“I heard from my mother that you were supposed to marry some random Lord.” He spoke with a hint of venom in his voice, he pulls off his brown leather boots, “Which means you’re a maiden.”

You choke on your words as you feel your face become warm at his bluntness.

He unties and unbuttons his armor, setting it down carefully, “I always wanted to beat the lord dead, just imagining you in his grasp made me feel so angry.”

Robb turns his back to your as his arms cross and grab the hem of his dirty shirt, he’s swift and impatient, tearing free from the constraints of fighting and riding.

His hands come to the strings of his breeches, “I wanted to be the one to marry you… To kiss you…” Until his breeches drop to the ground. He steps out of them, “To love you…”

Robb turns back to you, he is completely bare in front of you. You could see light bruises and scrapes on his body but little scars. They were faded but still there, it added to his muscular body. He was so beautiful… So perfect… So flawless…

Your eyes flicker around the cave and your eyes only set sights on him once. They move to the ground and you hear his soft steps against the wet stone.

He slowly closes the space in between you both until his face his near yours.

You feel Robb’s breath, one of his hands comes to your cheeks and cups it. But when he leans into you for a kiss, you pull back.

You swallow thickly and turn your head, “We shouldn’t, Robb.” You mumble under your breath, “We can’t be doing this.”

“Then look me in the eyes and say it. Tell me that you don’t want to go any further.” He says, and he slowly turns his head to eventually look at him, “Go on, tell me.”

You knew what was waiting for you back at home, you knew that the second you stepped foot back into your home, your life would be over, even more if your parents found out.

“Do you want to marry that lord?” Robb whispers in your ear, “Do you want a marry a man with selfish desires?” You could hear the pain in his voice, “Because my heart would not stand the idea of it… My heart is yours, it has been from the start, ever since your mother met mine, ever since you watched me train that day. Do you feel as I do?”

“I do.” You shakily answer him. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close and then you feel his lips on yours.

As your eyes shut and kiss him, you can feel yourself crying. You don’t know but he sees it, he does his best to keep you distracted and focused on him.

But you seem to have other ideas…

Once you manage to calm down and enjoy the kiss for a few more minutes, taking a couple of seconds to catch your breath before returning… Your hands move down his body and you slowly begin to kneel, planting kisses down his chest.

Robb chuckles, “Come back up, I wanna-” A sudden moan leaves his mouth when he feels your mouth wrap around his hard cock.

He throws his head back and allows himself to moan loudly. He was confined in the cave, just with you and no one else to see or hear. He closes his eyes and his hand comes to your head to move faster.

“F-Fuck!” His voice cracks as he curses, “H-How are you so-” He grunts and hisses, watching you close as you get him off.

Moments later, Robb is lying on the warm stone ground with you by his side… His fingers graze over your skin as he listens to the water pouring, feeling the warmth coming from the hot spring beside them.

Robb looks down at you with a grin, “How did you know to do that?” He questions you with an eyebrow raised.

You shrug, “I didn't learn it from anyone, I just wanted to. You looked like you enjoyed it.” You drag your nails over his chest.

“Surely there must’ve been a man you practice with.” Robb sits up, he’s genuinely curious but still playful, “Was it Theon? Or Jon?”

You swat at his leg and he snickers in response, “I swear, Robb. There wasn’t any other man.”

“So you are a maiden or were.” Robb stands and grabs your hand to help you up, “Join me, would you?” You didn’t need to say anything, he could see the answer in your eyes.

He leads you into the hot spring, feeling the warm water make contact with your skin. You wrap your arms around his waist and lay your head on his chest.

“They may be looking for us.” You tell him, unsure what to do now as you are held in his arms.

“I know.” Robb huffs as he rubs your back, “But let’s stay for a little longer…. I don’t wish to leave.” He holds you even tighter and places a kiss on the top of your head, “I do not wish to lose you once this is all over.”

“I… I’m sure I can convince my parents somehow. My mother could easily be swayed, but my father-”

“I’ll deal with him.” Robb interrupts you, “I’ll talk to my mother about it. There’s no way I cannot lose you to that man.”

Robb then moves to cup your face, swiping his thumb over his cheek, “Let’s not leave for a little longer.” He pulls you into another kiss, adjusting you comfortably on his lap.

You shudder and shiver, feeling his cock enter once more, “Don’t let me go.” You say to him, your hands hold grab his shoulders, keeping yourself up.

Once he was sheathed inside of you, Robb finally answers, “There’s no way I’ll let you go. Even if they try to pry my dead body off you, I’ll never let you go.”

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[welldonebeca]

Lookalike (I)

Summary: When Jon Snow’s name day arrives, Theon Greyjoy hires you as a gift for him. But will you awake feelings they’ve been trying to hide from themselves? WC: 2.9k words Warnings: Canon divergence. Smut. Role play. Virginity Kink. Innocence Kink. Dirty talk. Prostitution.

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Masterlist

You were wearing your prettiest dress when you arrived at Winterfell, riding your horse into the gates just as the sun set down.

It was very nice, looking like a lady sometimes, with your hair up and people looking at you respectfully, and not trying to take a bite out of you.

The guards even let you step inside, and one of them showed you a place where your old girl could rest and eat a little bit, and didn’t ask you too many questions.

You weren’t even finished tying her into place when the young ward who’d brought you here arrived to get you.

Theon Greyjoy.

You were very familiar with him. This wasn’t the first time you saw one another - and probably wouldn’t be the last - but your interaction was new. All of the other times, it was he who came to you, visiting your brothel, but tonight seemed to be special enough that he had requested that you came to see him in Winterfell.

“My lady,” he smirked at you, cocky.

“Lord Greyjoy,” you scoffed, picking your bag from her.

Very funny of him.

“Oh, come on,” he rolled his eyes and gestured to you. “You are wearing away too much for a whore.”

You shook your head, moving to his side, and he slapped your ass, pulling your body close.

“Let me see what’s underneath that under a better light,” he teased you.

You skimmed away from him, slapping his hand out of the way.

“I don’t think Lord Stark will appreciate you groping a whore in his yard,” you remarked. “Much less my presence in his castle.”

He scoffed.

“I told them you are here to assist in the kitchen,” he told you. “And you are going to leave tomorrow because you were intimidated by me. It’s simple.”

Gods, what a mess.

“Oh, yes,” you taunted him. “Intimidated by the big and strong ward of Winterfell. Oh, Lord Greyjoy, don’t seduce me, I’m saving myself for farmboy lover. He promised he will marry me as soon as his father allows it.”

Your words were very quick to sour his mood, and he grabbed your elbow.

“Just get inside,” he grunted. l

You followed Theon through the walls silently. Winterfell was a big castle, and a true fortress. One could walk through it for days and never see all of it.

"What's in the bag?" he threw a look over his shoulder as you walked into his chambers.

When the owner of your brothel told you to come, she said Theon wanted you to look like you were going to stay in the castle, and not spend a single night. So, as to look convincing, you took your trip as a time you could use to buy a few supplies for yourself and the other girls.

"Needles, fabric, some herbs, oils..." you listed. "Nothing you would be interested in.'

He perked up.

"Is it a special kind of oil?" he asked. "Because I want to stretch you out, little whore."

You wanted to scoff but knew not to push it. Theon wasn't the biggest man you had ever had in your life, though he wanted you to act like he was.

"Some of them," you raised your chin. "Some are just to make us smell good."

He pulled you close, and this time you didn't reject him, just stretching your neck to the side so he could sniff you.

"And you always smell so good, don't you?" he ran his nose on your skin.

“I do,” you hummed.

Theon pulled away suddenly, and you watched as he moved to his bedside.

“Well, I need you to smell different tonight,” he loosened his cloak, tossing it on his bed. “You are… a bit of a gift tonight.”

You watched him closely. Of course, you knew this wasn’t a simple visit. You weren’t dumb to think he just wanted to change his usual environment.

“I believe you heard that Lord Stark’s bastard just recently turned 18,” he pointed out. “Jon Snow.”

There was no one in the Seven Kingdoms who hadn’t heard of Jon Snow. Lord Stark’s only fault, the torn in his flash. His little bastard boy.

The event, of course, was overshadowed by Lord Stark’s firstborn’s nameday, just a few days before his dear brother.

“And I’m his nameday gift?” you asked.

He grabbed a little bottle of oil and dangled it in his hands, walking to you.

“And since I’m a good friend, I got him the best whore in Wintertown,” he smirked.

He opened the bottle, and raised it to your nose, so you could give it a little sniff before he dabbed it on the two sides of your neck.

It was a rose perfume - and a very expensive one, considering how strong it smelt.

“So tomorrow, you are going to bathe, and put on this sweet oil,” he closed the bottle again. “You’ll braid your hair all nicely, and wear that pretty dress of yours, and you are going to surprise our Lord Snow.”

Tomorrow.

“And tonight?” you asked.

Theon smirked.

“You don’t think I would have you come all the way here and then not fuck you, right?” he asked.

You simply nodded. It made a lot of sense.

“And you’re going to fuck me in your bed?” you teased him.

“All night long,” he moved his hands to your dress, untying from around your waist. “It might be his nameday, but he isn’t the only one who deserves some fun, right?”

Theon kissed your lips before you could think much more, and you let him guide you along as your dress fell to the floor, and he did the same thing with the shift you were wearing underneath for warmth before pulling you along to his bed.

“You are a very sweet whore,” he touched your chin, raising your chin and moving his thumb over your lips. “But I need you to be an innocent girl for me tonight. That’s how you’ll be for Jon."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Innocent?” you asked.

Theon pushed your hair out of your shoulders, caressing your skin.

“An innocent little girl,” he spoke softly. “A virgin whore, if I may say.”

You had never been a virgin whore. A virgin? Yes. A whore? You’ve been that for a long time, but you were already fucking when you decided it was best to be paid for it.

“Milord,” you shuddered. “I… maybe you’ve asked for the wrong woman? I’ve… I’ve never done it before, I’ve never been with a man.”

His face showed a bit of confusion for a moment, but Theon relaxed the moment he seemed to understand.

"Oh, no, I did not," Theon purred, brushing back your hair. "You think I haven’t seen you? Teasing me down the halls? As your bosom blossoms…”

You forced your face to stay innocent as he spoke, and he caressed your neck.

"Do you know how much I wanted to have you for me, pretty girl?" he asked you.

You shook your head.

"I wanted to be your first man," he cooed. "Show you how good you can feel, how much pleasure I can give you."

"But milord!" you gasped. "We aren't even married."

Theon chuckled.

"You are going to be a virgin whore for Jon," he reminded you, very stern. "But to me..."

You waited. Of course.

"We don't have to be married, little love," he spoke softly. "It's alright."

He moved his face to your neck, kissing your skin, and you shivered.

"What about my father?" you gasped.

Theon licked and nibbled on your skin.

"Don’t worry about out that," he whispered. "It won't count."

He took his hands to your breasts, caressing your naked tits, pinching your skin.

“We won’t do much,” he promised. “I won’t spill inside you.”

You rubbed your thighs together, a little more excited than you wished he knew.

It was a sweet scenario, this one. One you had thought about in the nights when you had to warm your own cunt and make yourself wet for clients with good gold, but not much consideration.

Theon wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, carrying you to his bed and tossing you on it, and you were quick to close your legs and pull his cloak to cover your body, earning a lustful look from him.

“It’s alright, my little maiden,” he reached for you, taking your foot and slowly massaging it. “Don’t you trust me?”

You gulped, but nodded, knowing better than to drag this.

“I trust you, milord,” you whispered.

Theon smirked wickedly.

“Such a sweet girl.”

He reached for you, and undressed you once again.

“So pretty,” he purred. “Look at those perky little tits. I can’t believe you hide them away.”

You covered your tits with your half-assedly.

"Mother says I'm still young," you affirmed, feigning embarrassment. "That they'll still grow more."

He hummed along, clicking his tongue.

“I can make them grow for you,” he cooed. “Make your tits big and heavy, if you want to.”

You eyed him suspiciously.

“How?”

Theon smirked and climbed on top of you, kissing your collarbones before moving his lips to your breasts, and kissing your tit before wrapping his lips around your nipple, licking and sucking on it.

You gasped at the sudden touch, but soon it became a moan as he continued to lick, and suck and nibble, pulling on your nipple with his teeth scrapping your skin, and using his free hand to knead and squeeze your free breast before repeating his mouth movements with his fingers.

“You’re such a beauty,” he moved his lips away from your skin, moving his hands to your legs. “Men are going to kill for you, but they won’t know I was the first… the first one you let in…”

Theon kissed your stomach, licking the skin of your navel, and you shuddered.

He wasn’t… was he?

“The first one who ever got to get his eyes on this cunt,” he hummed. “And such a pretty cunt it is.”

You squirmed under his gaze, a little unease. Men didn’t take a lot of time looking at your cunt. Maybe at your tits, and at your naked bodies, but they never gazed at your cunt.

“Look at those fiery red locks,” he exhaled, touching you with his finger, and you sucked in a breath, startled.

Theon looked up at you, but didn’t seem much interested in the reasoning behind it.

“Pretty lady,” he rubbed you up and down, from your entrance to the button above it. “With a pretty cunt.”

You squirmed.

“Milord,” you whimpered. “What are you doing?”

“My Lord,” he corrected you softly.

“My lord,” you repeated.

He hummed along, reaching for you, and his finger reached your entrance, circling it slowly.

“Fingering you, sweet girl,” he said simply.

You panted, eager. His finger was slowly circling you, dipping in and then pulling out, not giving you anything.

“But my maidenhead,” you protested.

Theon didn't seem any detained, once again dipping his finger and pulling back.

"It won't break with just my fingers," he rested her leg on his shoulder.

A blatant lie, clearly.

"Are you sure?" you panted, a little needy.

Would he just fucking put that finger in?

"I am, my little lady," he kissed her thigh. "And you trust me, don't you? Your sweet Theon."

You nodded, looking for the meaning of his words.

"I do," you shuddered.

He slid a single finger into you, and you relaxed in relief, whimpering when he just pushed a second one right after, probably thinking it didn't matter for a whore like you.

"There you go," he purred. "There you go, my sweet lady."

"Theon," you moNed, not stopping to correct yourself.

He squeezed your thigh a little closer, curling his fingers.

"Yes, my sweet lady " he exhaled. "Do you like it when I touch you?"

"Yes," she confirmed, breathless.

He moved up your body, kissing your neck and chest as he fingered you,  spreading you open, so sweet and patient he didn't even feel like himself.

"Theon," you whined as he pushed a third finger.

He angled his hand, and you moaned when the heel of his hand finally came to rub your bud.

Seven hells, you just wanted to peak! Couldn't he be merciful?

"Theon," you whined. "Please."

He nuzzled your neck.

"Please what, my sweet lady?"

You bit back your tongue.

"I... I..." you stuttered. "I don't know, just... Please. Please."

"Here?" he pressed harder against your bud. "This place, sweet girl?"

"Yes," you gasped.

He hummed along.

"And what do you need?" he purred.

You squirmed, and he fucked you harder with his fingers.

"I don't know," you arched your hips.

Greyjoy nearly growled.

"My sweet little lady," he cooed. "Your cunt is squeezing my fingers so much. Don't you know what that means?"

"It's strange," you panted. "I feel strange."

"It's alright," he assured you. "It's going to feel food in just a second. Let it happen, sweet girl."

You closed your eyes, moaning and arching your body, letting the pleasure take you.

"Theon," you cried. "Theon!"

"Peak for me, sweet girl," he hummed into your neck. "Let me feel your cunt squeeze my fingers, my lady."

You finally broke, peaking and crying as he continued to fuck you and play with you.

"There you go," he whispered into your neck. "There you go, sweet Sansa."

And finally, it made sense.

This wasn't the first time someone hinted or outrightly said you looked like Lady Sansa. You were older than her, and she was much prettier, but in the dark, all tall girls with red hair and blue eyes could be the daughter of the Lord of Winterfell.

All men wanted to fuck noble ladies. Many wanted to fuck the young innocent daughter of Lord Stark.

His ward wasn't any different.

He kissed you right after, devouring your lips hungrily, holding you close with his free hand.

“Theon,” you panted.

“Let me show you more,” he settled between your legs, and you could feel his hard cock against your entrance. “Please, sweet girl.”

You rubbed your nose on his.

“Sansa,” you whispered to him. “I’m your Sansa, Theon.”

His cock twitched under you.

“Sweet Sansa,” he held you tighter. “Let me make you feel good.”

You moaned, arching your hips, and he his cock into you, the thick head breaching your cunt’s entrance.

“You want me don’t you?” he hissed into your neck, breathing in deep, sniffing your perfumed skin. “Sneaking glances at me at dinner, letting me listen to your sweet songs?”

“I do,” you panted.

He pushed more into you.

“I want you so much,” you panted. “My Theon.”

Theon pulled your hips up tight, lifting your legs and putting them on his shoulders as he pushed his cock deep into you, making you gasp.

“I’ll fucking show you,” he growled. “I’ll be so good for you, sweet Sansa, I promise I will.”

You put your arms around his body, squeezing him close, knowing he wanted his fanstasy and giving it to him.

His hips moved in a sweet pace, fucking you slowly, as if to a little virgin he wanted to cherish and didn’t want to hurt.

“I’ll mark you as mine,” he nosed your neck, hungry. “Gonna breed you, give you a baby.”

You moaned, holding him closer.

“I’ll make you the lady of the Iron Islands,” he growled into your neck. “Fill that place with little redhead boys, show everyone how I fuck you every night, I’ll keep you pregnant all the time.”

Fucking beast of a man.

“Yes, Theon,” you moaned, and cried when his cock hit your sweet spot. “Please, make me your wife.”

His hand moved to your mouth, quickly covering it up with his hand.

“Careful, sweet Sansa,” he panted. “You father mustn’t know.”

You nodded, though still moaned when his cock brushed against your sweet spot again.

Theon was a fast learner. When he felt generous, he knew exactly when to make you feel pleasure.

And right now, you were his sweet Sansa, of course he would want you to feel the most pleasure.

Your peak threatened you again, and you arched your hips to him.

“Theon,” you panted, innocent, against his hand. “It’s… please… again.”

He growled into your neck.

“You’re going to peak for me again, sweet Sansa?” he asked. “I can feel your cunt squeezing my cock. Such a strong grip, my little maiden.”

“Please,” you panted. “I don’t know-”

“It’s alright,” he kissed your skin. “I can do it for you, sweet girl. Just take it. Keep giving me your sweet moans and I’ll do everything for you.”

You let him, and just rode your pleasure, peaking around his cock and taking it when you felt him trembling over you, spilling into your cunt as you still felt the sweet shocks.

He stayed inside you for a moment, tangled with you, sniffing your neck and holding you close, and you could feel the moment he remembered who he was laying with. Not his sweet Sansa, but just a whore.

“Alright,” he huffled, pulling away from you. “You can go now. Come back before the sun is down and I’ll help you dress up right to go to Jon.”

You frowned, confused.

“Go?” you asked. “Where?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Go down to the servants quarters or something,” he grunted. “They are waiting for a kitchen girl, anyway.”

You sighed, but picked up your things, dressing up and putting on your cloak, grabbing your bag.

“Fine,” you mumbled.

“I’ll pay you when you are done with Jon,” he warned you.

You nodded before leaving.

At least you would have a warm bed for the night.

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[cdragons]

I'm Yours, But You Can't Be Mine | Dark!Robb Stark x fem Knight!Reader

Summary: The Freys and the Boltons were so close in their attempt to assassinate Robb Stark and switch the tides in favor of the Lannisters. But a knight's devotion to her king should never be tested. Her loyalty always remains true, even if she breaks the heart of the man she loves in order to protect him.

Trigger Warning(s): MDNI 18+, blood, gore, graphic violence, forced abortion, violence against women, canon character deaths (not Robb or Starks), graphic smut, more hurt than comfort, Talisa is a spy (and a ho), Reader has post-murder clarity and guilt

A/N: A couple of days ago, I woke up and chose violence (emotionally and "literature"-ally) ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ. Also, Theon Greyjoy never betrayed Robb in this fic bc I said so - HOORAY! Also, if anyone can tell me how I can use different fonts in my posts, that would be great.

Walking out from the tent where the emergency council meeting was held, you steeled yourself for the information you would have to discuss with your king. With each step falling to the ground, bringing you closer to his tent, the boulder in your stomach grew more and more heavy.

“This is a bad idea,” you thought to yourself. “This is a bad idea and a mistake; he will never forgive you if you go through this.”

But you made a promise – and as Ned Stark taught you, you would keep it because it was right and honorable. Because when choosing between what is right and what is easy…you must always choose what is right.

You stopped before the two Northmen who stood outside your king’s tent as guardsmen. Their postures straightened and appeared as imposing as possible when facing you.

“Turn back, Ser (Y/N),” one guard said. “No matter how familiar with King Robb, we are on strict orders from Lady Catelyn that no one but her and Princess Arya are permitted to enter His Grace’s tent.”

“I need to speak with the King,” you spoke in your best militant and authoritative tone. “His lords and I just held an emergency council meeting to discuss House Frey’s betrayal. I need to ensure that no information is held from him.”

“Perhaps it be best you let His Grace rest,” the other guard spat out. “He had just lost his queen and future heir at the hands of Walder Frey – even if his wife was a spying, traitorous cunt sent by Tywin Lannister. We could all use some time to mourn.”

You snarled and grabbed your dagger when you saw the sigil sewn on her sheath. He belonged to House Blackwood. Your eyes softened as you recognized him as Bywin Blackwood, cousin to Lucas Blackwood, one of the four hundred casualties slain by Hosteen Frey. Taking a deep breath, you tried to appeal to their sympathetic natures.

“I concur, Ser Bywin,” you said. “But you cannot deny that time is of the essence. Three days have passed since the failed Red Wedding, and word has surely reached Tywin Lannister and the rest of the Red Keep of their failure. I fear for Princess Sansa’s life if we do not take action soon. Her well-being is entirely dependent on King Joffery and his bitch mother’s whims and wishes. The faster I can bring our king up to speed, the faster we can retaliate and bring our former liege lord’s daughter back.”

You watched them glance at one another before delivering the final blow. “And then we can all go home so that we may finally properly mourn and honor the lives lost in this war.”

They let you through, and you entered your king’s tent. Seeing your friend lying so still on his cot broke your heart. His chest was wrapped entirely in gauze and bandages, and the memory of seeing the arrows puncture his body swept chills down your back. Grey Wind sat beside him as dutifully as ever and did not even turn his head to look at you when you entered. Like his master, Grey Wind was a beast of discipline and strength. He and Robb shared the same qualities of holding the stoic appearance of a leader – even when the world around them came crumbling down. But here, at this moment, Grey Wind was neither a beast nor a leader. At this moment, he was simply the pet whose mind was running rampant with worry from fear of his dearest friend never waking up.

You held out your hand and called out his name. “Grey Wind.”

His head finally turned to face you. You often wondered if he was more man than beast, sometimes based on how soulful his eyes looked alone. You crouched on the ground and beckoned him to you.

“Come here, boy. Are you thirsty? I brought you water.”

He immediately trotted to you and showed his joy in seeing you were alive by licking your face and nudging you with his wet nose. You softly laughed at his eagerness to shower you in love while also inspecting your body to see if you were injured or carrying weapons. His body stilled, and his fur stood as he stopped to sniff the sword resting on your hip. He took a sniff and bared his teeth to let out a low growl when he recognized the scent of Talisa’s blood soaking the metal of your blade underneath the leather sheath.

You petted him and spoke in low whispers to calm him down. “It’s alright, boy. She met her end – you and I both ensured that.”

A pained voice rasped out. “I don’t suppose you got any information out of it?”

Your eyes widened at the only other voice in the room, and Grey Wind immediately returned to Robb’s side.

Tears filled your eyes as relief flooded your body. “Robb,” you sobbed out.

Before you could stop yourself, you flung yourself to hug him. “You’re alive! Oh gods – you’re alive!”

Returning your embrace, Robb held you close. “I am, and so are my mother and most of our men—all thanks to you.”

But the happy atmosphere became sour and somber when he looked down at your sword. The memory of your hands covered in his wife’s blood as you stormed into Frey’s Great Hall with the rest of his men was fresh in his mind. Fury swirled and thundered inside him as he learned he had been played as a fool by Tywin Lannister. Using one of his vassal house’s daughters as a spy while disguised as a healer so that she could seduce him was a low he never thought those fucking lions would stoop down to, but they had, and he will have their heads on spikes.

His grip on your arms grew harder. “Did she suffer?” he asked.

You looked him straight in the eyes. “Every second until she had her last breath.”

“Good,” was his only response.

“Robb,” you started. What you were about to tell him was cruel, but he needed to know. “I tore her child out from her womb…it had blonde hair.”

Robb let out a bitter laugh and clenched his fists. “So not only was she a spy, but she was also a whore.” He shook his head. “I was a fool.”

You took his hand in yours. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. She had us all fooled.”

Robb shook his head. “Not you. She never fooled you. You hated her the minute you saw her, and you were right, too.”

You never once hid your distrust and dislike for her from the moment she and Robb locked eyes, a distrust that only grew more intense when Robb decided to marry her, thus breaking the vow he made with Walder Frey. But despite your skepticism of Talisa Maegyr, you never suspected she was a spy under Tywin Lannister. Eventually, though, you began to trust her after observing her for countless hours.

She wasn’t a Frey girl, but she might be good to Robb. Maybe she would make him happy.

Robb tucked in a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Who would’ve thought that your natural hatred and distrust for anything pretty would come in so handy?”

“I do not hate all things ‘pretty,’” you scoffed. “I just have a natural distrust for things that seem too good to be true that happen to be pretty. Why do you think I ran away from you for so long?”

Robb smirked. “But you always trusted my father?” he chuckled.

"Ned Stark was someone who was born into privilege and knew it," you shrugged. “Besides, he was old and fat when he found me. And I didn’t think it would be useful until now.”

You thought it strange to see her leave the feast so early, claiming that she felt ill, and one of Bolton’s soldiers escorted her to her chambers. You whispered to Theon that you needed some air before quietly following them. You found them discussing how everything was set and how House Stark would fall that night. Talisa’s true name was Joy Marband, one of House Lannister’s vassal houses in the Westerlands. Tal- Joy ensured Lord Bolton that House Lannister would reward him for his loyalty to the crown. Horrified by this revelation, you rushed to where Grey Wind was locked up and freed him after slaying the guards that stood in front of his kennel.

“Grey Wind, gather the men,” you ordered. “Gather as many as possible and lead them to the Great Hall! We don’t have much time!” Grey Wind howled before doing exactly as you ordered. When he parted, you set off to find the spying whore. On your way to find her, you slew every son, guard, knight, squire, and steward that came across you.

You found her all right – found her in her chambers getting fucked from behind by one of Lord Frey’s many bastard sons. You took out your dagger and gutted him from balls to the chest before cutting off his pathetic cock. It gave you a sick amount of pleasure to see how his blood sprayed across the room – from the walls to the bed, on the traitorous cunt’s back he was fucking to on your clothes. His body went limp as a massive puddle of blood surrounded him. After watching him die, you turned your attention to her.

“Please,” she cried while clutching a blood-splattered sheet close to her chest. “Please, I am with child – Robb’s child!”

You reached out, and your hand squeezed around her throat as she tried to claw her way out of your grasp. Anger being your drive, you slammed her head against the headboard of the bed and watched as her lips turned blue from lack of air.

“Don’t you say his name,” you growled. “Don’t you EVER say his name!”

You flung her like she was a simple ragdoll as her body slammed against the stone wall adjacent to the bed. She coughed and gasped for air while rubbing her throat – the bruises were already forming. You stalked towards her before she could crawl away.

“Robb trusted you!” you thundered. “Lady Stark trusted you! The North trusted you – I TRUSTED YOU!”

You towered over her, grabbed a fistful of her umber-shaded locks, and forcefully yanked it until her face was only inches from yours. “AND WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU TOOK THAT TRUST AND REPAID IT WITH BETRAYAL!”

She tried to crawl away before you stomped on her hand and felt it being crushed underneath the sole of your boot. Your former queen wailed in agony from the pain that almost hid the sound of her bones cracking. The dagger you used to fill the bleeding corpse was still in your other hand, and you knelt to trace Lady Marband’s pretty face with its tip.

“W-w-what are you going to do to me?” she pathetically sniffled.

“I have – STOP CRYING! I have only one question for you,” you harshly whispered. “Did my king truly sire the child in your womb?”

“YES!” she cried out quickly…too quickly. Your jaw clenched so hard you thought your teeth would break from all the pressure.

“…Liar,” you hissed.

With nothing left to stop you, you took your dagger and stabbed it into her body. Dragging the blade until her insides were spilling out into your hands, you dug your find to find the child. Her screams howled louder than any beast at night, and you were almost worried that her wails would give away your position. But all those worries went away when you tore the fetus from her womb. Pouring water on it, you found tiny wisps of hair…straight, blond wisps of hair that more resembled the color of golden wheat than Robb’s dark, russet curls.

Hearing Grey Wind’s howl outside the window, you knew it was time. Still holding the whore’s limb and bloodied bastard in your hand, you raced to find Grey Wind. If your suspicions were true, most of the archers for House Frey were already inside the Great Hall while the feast was happening. If you didn’t hurry, you and the men Grey Wind gathered would be too late. You managed to locate him quickly and were relieved to find thousands of men behind him as he immediately trotted to your side.

“Queen Talisa Maegyr is a traitor working for the Lannisters!” you loudly roared. “She belongs to House Marband—one of their vassal houses! Tywin Lannister had sent her to spy on and seduce your king!”

You raised the dead babe high above your head for all the men to see. “The babe in her stomach is not even Robb’s! If you wish for proof, see for yourself!”

You flung its body to the nearest man. He picked it up, and you can see his eyes widen and fill with rage before confirming your words as truth.

“BLONDE!” he bellowed for all his comrades to hear. “BLONDE LIKE JOFFERY AND HIS WHORE MOTHER, HIDING IN THEIR RED SHIT-STAINED CASTLE!”

Cries and shouts of outrage and anger amongst the men. You watched with bated breath as the surge of revenge and the need for bloodshed filled their hearts. You then revealed that Walder Frey and Roose Bolton were also in a secret allegiance with House Lannister and watched as enraged spirits filled the men with enough fury to take down an army of ten thousand. The North needed something to boost morale, and here it was. You looked down at Grey Wind. He stared back into your eyes with the same loyalty he gives Robb, and you know what you must do.

With one swipe, you unsheathe your blade, ‘Purge,’ and raise it above your head as the men go silent.

You shouted before leading the charge into the keep. “COME WITH ME AND LET’S TAKE THESE FUCKING FREYS TO THEIR GRAVES!”

Grey Wind howled to the sky, and the men raised their weapons to let out their battle cries as they followed you, storming into the keep. You shouted orders for the Riverland archers to run to the upper levels to take down the Freys perched there. Your king’s direwolf raced ahead and took down any soldier that tried to cross him. By the time you and the men reached the doors leading to the Great Hall, all of Grey Wind’s face was soaked with spilled red liquid life save for his golden eyes.  

You pushed the door open just in time to see Robb stagger back from the arrows piercing his chest. Just when Roose Bolton tried to deliver the final blow, Grey Wind let out a booming bark before dashing to Lord Bolton and clamping his teeth into his neck. Meanwhile, you went to where Theon was held and removed the heads of the men who were pinning him down with a single swing. You grabbed him by his doublet’s collar, yanked him to his feet, and shoved a spare sword in his hand.

“Grab Robb and his mother, and get out of here!” you ordered.

He shook his head. “I’m not leaving you–”

“Dammit Theon! Don’t argue with me!” you shouted. “Just get Robb and Lady Catelyn somewhere safe!”

Theon looked at the chaos unfolding around him. “What about Queen Talisa?”

“She’s dead! I killed her!” you answered.

 “WHAT?!” Theon’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

You rolled your eyes. “Tywin Lannister sent her to spy and fuck Robb – NOW, GO!”

Once you saw Theon take Lady Stark and they dragged Robb’s bleeding body to safety, you could finally focus on the fight. You focused your sights on every man who wore a Frey or Bolton sigil and didn’t stop until each one was lying at your feet. The blood spilled from each slash, stab, and chop from Purge soaked your clothes and caked your face. But it was as if a dark ritual had taken place, as their blood only seemed to empower each and every one of your attacks. Before long, it was too late for House Frey and House Bolton. Walder Frey and Roose Bolton were bleeding at the Northmen’s feet, and any reinforcements called were immediately subdued and taken into custody.

As far as you were concerned, the only Frey left in the hall was Roslin—but whether she and the rest of her sisters would keep their heads after their surviving brothers would soon lose theirs didn’t really matter to you.

“I’m alive,” Robb began while cupping your cheek, “because of you. The North survived because of you. How can I ever repay you?”

You held his hand. “I didn’t save you for your gratitude, Robb. I didn’t save you so that you could repay me with titles, money, or lands. I saved you because it was my duty. I saved you because I swore to that night Joffery called for your father’s head, and we named you ‘King of the North.’ I saved you because I…”

Robb titled his head. “Because you what?”

“Don’t make me say it,” you whispered.

“Because you love me?” he softly asked. Pressing his forehead to yours, he continued. “Because I do…you know I do.”

You shook your head. “No, Robb – please. Please don’t do this to me. Don’t say things you don’t mean to make me look less foolish.”

You tried to move back and away from the man you’ve longed after for as long as you could remember. But Robb took your hands and pressed them close to his chest as he implored you to remain by his side.

“That night, after they named me ‘King of the North.’ Do you remember? We were in my tent. I told you I wanted to be alone, but you refused to leave me. I cried and lashed like a screaming child, but you never left.”

This was getting too far. This wasn’t why you came here. “Robb, you need to listen to me–”

But Robb didn’t stop talking. “You just stood there – taking it until you finally took me in your arms and held me. You didn’t say a word; you just let me cry out my pain. Like that time when we captured the Kingslayer, you held my hand when I kneeled in front of the Whispering Wood to mourn the men I lost. You didn’t speak of how brilliant I was or how the lives lost were for a good cause; you let me be me and mourn.”

“Robb–”

“That’s when I knew I loved you – that I’ve always loved you. And then, when we kissed–”

“I’m leaving,” you blurted out, “to Maidenpool tomorrow morning.”

The silence between you two seemed to echo louder than any wind that howled during the fiercest storms. Shock was the first thing on Robb’s face before complete and utter horror took over.

You may have spoken too quickly. “Well, no…technically, I and…a few other riders will be headed to Maidenpool tomorrow morning. We need to prepare a ship for your voyage to Dragonstone.”

“…What?” His voice sounded so broken that you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

You combed your fingers through the stray hairs in front of your face. Then, you took a deep breath to prepare for the little speech you had prepared for this moment. This was the plan you and all lords agreed on. It was a good plan, and it was going to work. That’s all you needed to believe to convince Robb.

“Stannis is the realm’s best chance for peace. Perhaps he’s too stubborn but needs more people on his council. Your lords and I decided it was best if you traveled to Dragonstone to try and convince him to become allies with us. But you still need a few more days to recover. So, by the time you arrive at the docks, the ship will be ready. That’s why I – we’re traveling to Maidenpool… to travel to Dragonstone.”

“And after?” Robb breathily asked. His grip on you tightened in desperate hopes of keeping you close. “After we speak with Stannis, we’ll come back? You and me—we’re coming back together?”

You looked away. “You’ll be coming back…along with everyone else. But I…I won’t be coming with you.”

“But I…I won’t be coming with you.”

Robb dropped his hands as if you burned him. You were lying. You had to be – you weren’t genuinely thinking about…about leaving him.

“No,” he panted with terrified eyes. “No, no, no, please.”

You cupped his face. “Robb, please understand–”

“What’s there to understand?!” he cried out. “I love you! And you love me – and yet you’re leaving me! Why?”

“You don’t love me,” you countered. “You’re only saying you love me because you’re angry and hurt by Talisa–”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about that whore,” he spat out.

You rolled your eyes. “Robb, please. You married her. You took her as your wife and nearly ruined the North because of that choice. Of course, you loved her. And, understandably, you’re lashing out because she betrayed you. But don’t lie to me and say you didn’t love her.”

“(Y/N), love,” he beseechingly thought, “you have no idea how wrong you are.”

Robb snarled like the wolf he was at your words. “I married her because I thought she was carrying my child, and I didn’t want my future heir to be a bastard.”

“Even so, that doesn’t explain why–”

You were going to hate him for what he was about to say. “Because you refused me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his shameful reveal. Robb never felt more rueful and penitent of his naivety than now. The last thing he wanted was your disgust and hatred, but he needed you to understand how long he’s loved you. He needed you to realize that you were always the one who held his heart and sanity – without you, he was nothing, as was proven by the Freys and Boltons’ betrayal.

“Robb, I…I don’t – I don’t understand,” you stammered. Your eyes showed that your mind was running amok with questions and a desperate need for clarification. “Wha-…what are you talking about?”

Robb took a deep breath and tried to swallow the lump lodged in his throat.

“That night when my bannermen named me ‘King,’ you followed me to my tent. I kept lashing at you like an angry child, but you never left my side. And then…we kissed, and it led to more. The following day, I wanted to find you – to declare my love for you fully. But every time I got near you…you turned away like I was poison. That’s why I turned to Talisa…to try to forget about you.”

Your eyes widened in horror as your chest moved up and down with shaky breaths. “You broke your vows with Walder Frey…was because of me? You bedded and married Talisa because of me? …I hurt you… a-a-and–” You let out a trembling sob. “–Oh gods, this is all my fault! I-i-if I hadn’t confused you that night–”

Robb could feel you slipping away and continued to try to tether you to him.

“No, my love,” he cooed. “You never confused me. You’re not listening to me. I’ve always loved you, even before that night.”

Robb tried to hold you close, but you harshly shoved him back and stood. He watched as tears continued to fill your eyes, and your face carried an expression that could only be described as overwhelming guilt. Robb flung the covers off him and tried to walk towards you, but each step he took closer to you made you step further back.

You stared at him with a shameful expression. “Robb, I…I was wrong to let things escalate between us. You had just been declared king and were grieving for your father, and I took advantage of your grief and vulnerability–”

Robb tenderly held your face. “No, no, no—you didn’t, though. (Y/N) That night…you gave me your love. You didn’t say it, but you gave me your love, and I gave you mine. I never regretted that night or laying with you. How you spurned my attempts to connect with you afterward—that was what hurt me the most.”

“Robb…” you sobbed his name as tears strolled down your cheeks. “I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted…I thought if I weren’t beside you…I’d also be protecting you from distractions from the war and your duty to the Freys – oh gods, I’m so sorry.”

You put your hand over your face. “Robb, if that night never happened…if I never followed you to your tent then…then, we wouldn’t be in this mess! All of this is my fault! Talisa, the Lannisters, the broken vow with Walder Frey – the North is more vulnerable than ever, and it’s because of me! …I mutilated a pregnant woman and murdered her unborn child.”

Robb helplessly watched as you continued to blame yourself for his foolishness. Knowing you would want your privacy, he sent Grey Wind away to guard his tent. Gods, his father would be so ashamed of him if he saw him now. He watched as you fell to the ground and began to weep out apologies to every soldier who was murdered by the Boltons and Freys at the Red Wedding.

…Lucas Blackwood…Dacey Mormont…Patrek Mallister…Robin Flint…Ser Wendel Manderly…Owen Norrey…And over three hundred other men and soldiers whose blood were spilled that night.

You even begged for forgiveness from the old gods and new ones, for the blood that belonged to Joy Marband that will forever remain on your hands, along with the stolen breaths of her unborn son.

But then the tears stopped…and an eerie calm cloaked the tent. Your eyes were red and swollen, but a spark of mad clarity was dancing in them. Very slowly, you stood with your head still bowed.

“I have to leave,” you whispered. “I have to leave and never come back. If I stay, I’ll only continue to ruin you and our cause more than I already have.”

You turned away to leave, but Robb reached out to stop you before you could take another step. He begged you to look at him, pleading for you to listen to reason before making any rash decisions. When you stubbornly refused, he grabbed your jaw and forcefully turned your head to face him. His crystal-blue eyes were wide with fear and misty from anguish. He had to make you understand that your leaving was not an option.

“(Y/N), look at me—please, love,” Robb implored. " If you leave me, I will never recover. If you dare leave my side, I will tear all of Westeros apart—leaving no stone unturned, no cave unsearched, no village left unplundered. We belong together. You and me – ruling the North, side-by-side in Winterfell. Us, together, spending every night in each other’s arms, with each morning beginning by being greeted by our children.”

He pulled your face closer until your lips were only a few inches away, and your individual breaths intermingled to become one. You want that life with him—just as he wants that life with you. So why can’t you embrace it and share it with him?

You shut your gaze from him and tried to choke down the pain. “It doesn’t matter what either of us wants. All that matters right now is what we need. What matters is how we can gather ourselves from these losses and try to form allies. And if me being here distracts you from that, then…then I need to leave.”

Robb determinedly shakes his head. “No, no – I don’t accept that.”

“Robb–” you tried to reason, but all of your pleas were cut off when he pressed his lips against yours.

And just like that – all words floated away like debris falling into a steady river.

A warm and tingling sensation ran down (Y/N)’s body as their lips met, and she closed her eyes to fully succumb to the sensation. She knew that she should have pushed him away immediately. But as Robb continued to hold her face gently to deepen the kiss, all sense of reason fled from (Y/N)’s mind when his lips moved against hers with gentle and firm urgency. In that moment, nothing mattered – not the messy past, the unstable present, or the uncertain future. At that moment, (Y/N) felt completely free of all worries and fears as Robb’s hands began to trail down to wrap his arms around her waist to hold her closer while (Y/N) wrapped her arms over his neck.

Despite the constriction of their lungs, neither wanted to part. If they could die in this embrace, then so be it. (Y/N) felt every hard, warm muscle of Robb’s body pressed against hers as they began to walk back until the back of his knees hit his cot’s edge. They tumbled onto the cot, and the fall caused Robb to fall on his back with (Y/N)’s soft and supple frame to press further against him. He slightly winced in pain, which caused the two lovers to finally part. As (Y/N) stared down at her king with a concerned expression, Robb thought an angel was with him.

He stared at her flushed cheeks and lust-glazed eyes with naked longing. Her (h/c) strands tumbled to form a curtain hiding their faces. Staring at the mythic beauty over him, Robb knew he wanted this with (Y/N) forever. Meanwhile, (Y/N) gently swept his curls from his face before trailing her hands down his bandaged chest to search if any wounds had been opened.

“Do you need me to stop?” she asked, her heart beating a hundred miles a minute. “You’re still healing, it might be best if we–”

“If you even think of finishing that sentence with ‘stop,’” Robb interjected. “I’ll bind your hands and take you from behind over and over until the only word you can say is my name – just to show you and everyone else that I could be dying from a cut-off leg if it means I can have you.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and giggled. “You’re so dramatic sometimes. I just don’t want you bleeding out and dying before I finish.”

Robb sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and forced her to straddle him. The sudden realization that Robb had been naked this entire time had somehow escaped (Y/N)’s attention as she felt the evidence of his heavily growing arousal against her body. His lips hovered as his warm breath hit her skin, and his low-timber voice whispered into her ear.

“At least you know where this night will take us,” he huskily growled. “Because I don’t plan on stopping until your womb is so full of my seed – it leaks from your cunt.”

He lowered his hands to grasp her hips before trailing them down to sink his hands over her ass. Showing his canines with a lecherous grin, Robb teasingly ground his hips against hers. He rubbed his hardening manhood against her warm core and reveled in the gasps and whimpers escaping her plumped lips. (Y/N) threw her head back as she could no longer hold back her cries of ecstasy. Taking full advantage of her exposed neck, Robb latched his lips just under her and traced the column of her neck with his soft, hot lips.  The feeling of his lips combined with the scruff of his beard against her skin was nothing less than euphoric.

“Oh, Robb,” she breathily panted as their bodies rocked together in sync. “Gods, don’t stop!”

Her hands roamed until her fingers fisted around his dark copper curls. (Y/N) felt her lower body clench when he bit on a pulse point before giving languid strokes of his tongue on it. The contrast between his hot, wet tongue and the chill of his breath when he blew on it gave her goosebumps. (Y/N) softly pushed him back as she longingly gazed into his sapphire-ice pools with her (e/c) eyes and twirled one of his russet curls with her finger. Robb leaned forward and pressed a small peck on her lips as an overwhelming feeling of love encompassed him at her smile.

“I love you,” he sighed out, “do you know that? I love you, (Y/N). I love you so much.”

(Y/N) wanted so desperately to say it back, but the words failed. Seeing how much his love struggled, Robb cupped her cheek and reveled in her warmth as she nuzzled into his palm.

“You don’t have to say now,” he reassured her. “I just—I just want you to know that. Promise me no matter what, you know that.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I promise,” she said with a trembling voice. “I…I want it to say back. But I just…with everything that’s happened—I can’t help but feel like…if Red Wedding wasn’t going to be the thing that causes us to lose this war, I’m so scared of what will.”

Robb pressed a soft kiss to (Y/N)’s temple. “Don’t be scared. I know we’ll make it. We will win this war and take King’s Landing from the Lannisters. And when we do, Sansa will finally be free, and we can all return home.”

“To where you’ll rule the North as King in Winterfell,” (Y/N) mused in a wistful tone. “It feels like a sin to even dream of it now.”

Robb stroked his thumb over her cheek. “It’ll be your home, too.”

(Y/N) gave her beautiful king a genuine but sad smile. “I don’t want to talk about the future right now.”

Robb’s brow furrowed at her foreboding words. “What do you want to talk about?”

When (Y/N) pulled away and stepped off his lap, Robb was prepared to chase her through the camp naked if she dared run away while he was in this state. But she just stepped to the center of the space before removing her boots, followed by her stripping the dark leather breeches slowly down until the bare skin of her legs was revealed. She then lifted her tunic over her head along with her chest binder.

Robb was so painfully hard just from looking at her. He cursed himself for thinking he could ever be happy with Talisa, knowing that perfection was standing before him in his tent. His eyes drank in the sight of (Y/N)’s naked body as if looking away would kill him. He took it all in, from every scar that faded to a pale sliver to every beauty mark unique to her. He wondered if she truly knew how beautiful she was…if she understood how much she had completely and utterly bewitched his soul just with her presence. He wondered if she knew how much he wanted to kneel at her feet so that he could beg for her permission to let him worship her for the rest of his life.

(Y/N) began to walk toward him, and it felt as if the world around them was fading into incoherence, and only the two of them were left. When she finally reached him, she took his hand and placed it over her heart. She wanted him to feel it racing from his touch, from his gaze. Then, she lowered herself until her eyes leveled with his as she sat on the cot’s blankets. With her hands, she cupped his face and poured all her love for her king from her eyes.

“I’m tired,” she sighed. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t want this…of pretending I don’t want you. But most of all…I’m so tired of pretending that I…that I don’t love you.”

It felt like an enormous weight had been lifted off her shoulders as (Y/N) finally confessed her love for her king, Robb Stark. The man she marched with from Winterfell when Joffery first imprisoned his father. The man whom she fought beside and watched mourn for every good man who fell fighting for him. The man she’s loved since before she knew what love meant.

(Y/N) let out a heavy sob. “Because I do, Robb. I do love you. Gods, I love you so much – not just as a soldier loves their king, but as a woman who loves a man.”

Robb hadn’t realized he was crying until (Y/N) wiped a tear with her thumb. He took his hand from her chest and pulled her face towards him until their lips met again. Wet laughter mixed with tears and kisses made for a strange sight for an outsider, but it was a moment filled with more love and happiness than these two dared to hope. The way their bodies moved and swayed before (Y/N) fell on her back underneath Robb Stark as he hovered above her looked more akin to an awkward entanglement of limbs than an impassioned embrace. But for the two lovers, kissing each other seemed as easy as breathing and soothing like a gently falling summer snow. (Y/N) marveled at how easy it was to kiss Robb. It almost felt organic, with how naturally drunk they became by the taste of the other.

Soon, the kiss became more heated as (Y/N) and Robb grew more hungry to explore more of each other’s bodies. The more heated Robb kissed her, the more eager (Y/N)’s hands grew to explore his strong, muscular body. Her hands caressed his warm skin, and her fingers softly traced the scars that made him all the more desirable. His lips trailed to her chin and traveled down her neck until he had just reached the tops of her breasts. Grinning at how hard she was breathing, he took one breast in his hand and twisted her nipple. A needy cry left her lips at his harsh tugging before turning into a high-pitched whine when he bit the other.

Pleasure coursed through (Y/N)’s body like blue-hot lightning as her back arched into his body, and her entire frame felt paralyzed from it. She felt her core leaking from arousal as Robb’s hard, throbbing member was pressed against her stomach. Deciding that if he waited any longer, then he would likely burst, Robb used one hand to roam down (Y/N)’s body until he settled in the special place between her legs. He then took the other breast and tugged its nipple between his teeth before using his other hand to tug and twist the one previously in his mouth. Meanwhile, (Y/N)’s mind was so clouded in lust that she could not feel Robb stroking her clit with one finger before sinking two fingers inside her walls.

“Fuck…your walls are so tight on my fingers,” he huskily groaned as (Y/N) wept in ecstasy. “Such a wicked girl…avoiding your king and keeping this sweet cunt away from me. Every time I laid with that whore, I had to fight the urge to call out your name when I spilled into her. But you won’t do that anymore, will you? You know better to run now, right?”

“I-I-I won’t run! I’m yours, Robb! I only belong to you!” She stammered as Robb began to rub tight circles with his now-soaked fingers on her clit. She thrashed against the covers, fisting the furs on his bed to somehow anchor her. Her core tightened, and no matter how much she wanted to close her legs, his hips prevented her from doing so. As a result, (Y/N) had to take it and continue drowning in the pleasure that was Robb Stark’s love.

“Good girl,” Robb darkly chuckled as he straightened his back and placed his hands on the back of her thighs to spread them wide. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed its leaking tip against her folds. “Are you ready for me to take you? Are you ready to know how a wolf breeds his mate?”

(Y/N) quickly nodded. She couldn’t take the waiting any longer. “Please, Robb,” she begged. “Please take me—make me yours!”

With a single thrust, Robb plunged his entire length inside until he bottomed out, and the tip of his manhood kissed the entrance of her womb. The stretch of his thick, hard member against her walls gave the most delicious burn that made (Y/N) peak from the feeling of how deep he was inside her.  Meanwhile, Robb’s face snarled at how warm and tight (Y/N)’s cunt felt around him. As her walls tightly clamped down on his length, he bit inside his cheek so hard that the coppery taste of blood coated his tongue to prevent him from erupting right then and there. His hand traveled to her hair and sharply tugged it back so that he could roughly kiss her. His blood only further aroused (Y/N)’s lust for the man inside her as she considered it another sign that she had tasted more of her king and another piece was inside her. Emboldened by this action, she wrapped her tights around his hips to further mold their bodies as one.

The way (Y/N)’s body was pressed against his inflamed Robb’s ardor as he pulled out until only the tip was still inside before roughly thrusting himself in fully. Each time he pulled out and pushed back in, she gave him a symphony of cries and begging that could be heard throughout the camp. The slapping of their skin from each thrust inside of (Y/N) made him grip her hips so tightly that she could already feel the bruises forming on her skin as a steady pace had been reached.

Sweat built on both the lovers’ bodies as (Y/N) began to dig her nails into Robb’s skin and claw long scratches down his back. The twinge of pain only made the young king want to sink deeper and deeper into her until they became one inseparable being. Robb tried to remind himself to go slower to avoid harm (Y/N), but one look in her eyes told him there was no need to hold back.

“Take me,” her eyes begged. “Make me completely yours from this day until my last days.”

Upon her request, it felt as if a dormant beast had taken over Robb, as all he could think about was how much he wanted to take her faster, harder, and rougher – until the only word she could say was his name. As he set off at a new pace, (Y/N)’s eyes rolled back as she began to babble out incoherent cries and moans. It felt like there was no part of her mind, body, and soul that wasn’t wholly drowning from waves of pleasure crashing into her.

She was sure the following day, she would do everything in her power to avoid everyone’s eyes, as they all likely heard her moaning for their king like a common whore. But for now, at this moment, she wanted to only exist for Robb and continue drowning in his love.

Soon, it wasn’t long before the familiar feeling of a knot tightening inside her began to coil more tautly as Robb continued to lavish her in his adoration. (Y/N) could feel her pleasure climbing higher and higher until the knot grew so tight that it snapped. It felt as if a dam had burst, and a heavy flood of pleasure crashed into every muscle of her body. The release had made her feel as if her body had reached new heights of pleasure so immense that it became almost painful as tears started to roll down her cheeks. (Y/N)’s eyes shot wide, and she opened her mouth as her back arched into him, but no sound was made. There was nothing that could adequately convey the

Feeling (Y/N) release on his cock, Robb growled as he felt the last vestiges of his sanity snap and lost all composure. He began to increase his pace until his thrusts became rough and frantic to chase his end. He pushed her thighs until they were pressed against her chest before wildly thrusting deeper inside her walls to feel more of her heat. He was able to fuck into her once, thrice, ten more times before his body went taut, and he spilled his seed into (Y/N)’s womb. Her soaked, vice walls gripped around him and tried to milk all of him in desperate want to carry his child.

As Robb felt the last of his cum leave him, a wave of exhaustion crashed into him, and his arms were no longer able to prevent his body from falling atop (Y/N). Panting for air and resting his head in the crook of her neck, Robb turned to rest on his side while making sure her body was still connected to his. His touch became soothing and gentle as he whispered his dreams and hopes for a child with her hair and his eyes to be borne from this night. She tiredly giggles as he delicately kisses her cheeks, nose, temple, and brow while he talks.

He wanted to weep tears of joy. He felt almost…blessed. After aimlessly wandering in a barren wasteland with no clear end, Robb felt as close to peace as the first time he shared a bed with (Y/N). Robb wraps his arms around her frame and brings furs to cover them as a chilling breeze enters the tent, and (Y/N) shivers from the chill. He tightens his embrace as sleep takes over him.

He whispers in her ear, “I love you, (Y/N). We will be so happy together. I know we will.”

She slightly hesitates before replying. “I am yours, Robb. I swear this to you.”

Her king was so lost in his bliss that he didn’t notice the sadness in her eyes and the tremble in her voice.

A gentle stream of light stirred Robb awake. He stretched his arms and blearily rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Based on how loud it was outside his tent, it was late in the day. He reached out to hold you once more…when he felt your side of his bed feel cold. Immediately alarmed, Robb shot up and looked around his surroundings.

There was no sign of you anywhere.

Your clothes…your bag…your sword…even your bloody scent was gone!

Robb shot out of bed and hastily dressed himself in only his breeches and doublet to begin searching for you. But just as he was about to leave after putting on his boots, a small scroll had been placed in the middle of his desk. He dashed over and quickly opened it. The instant relief from recognizing your handwriting cruelly died as he read over your words, and he could feel his heart breaking.

Every word I said last night holds true – from this day to my last day. I am yours, Robb Stark. But you cannot be mine.

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[thealtoduck]

Forbidden Fruit

Theon Greyjoy x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, Theon in his asshole era, anal sex, loss of virginity, doggy style, use of the word ”whore”, Theon referring to your ass as a ”cunt”, rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding, spit as lube, everyone kinda wants to fuck you too…

Summary: Theon has his eyes set on you and wants to be your first…

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The sounds swords clanging against each other rang out over the courtyard of Winterfell as Theon Greyjoy and Robb Stark practised their swordfighting. Both of them in full focus on the task of beating the others.

Theon was just about to land a winning strike when someone behind Robb distracted him, stealing his focus. A beautiful young man, Y/n Poole, the son of the steward of Winterfell. Theon was distracted just long enough for Robb to be able to knock him to the ground.

”Come on Theon, keep your eyes on your opponent” Robb said annoyed and turned to see what Theon had been looking at, his eyes landing on you. ”Y/n, the steward’s son?” Robb questioned his friend. ”I’ve heard one of the chefs claim he took his virginity but he was drunk so i think he might have lied” Robb gossiped as he continued looking at you.

”I wouldn’t mind fucking him myself” he then said to the annoyance of Theon. ”Oh please, is the little lord Robb Stark gonna fuck the steward’s son?” Theon mocked him. ”He needs someone to take his boy cunt like the little whore he is” Theon said looking hungrily towards you as you were talking to a couple of castle guards.

”And that’s going to be you?” Robb questioned sarcastically. But Theon wasn’t listening he was already planning.

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That night during dinner…

Theon watched you as you sat next to Jon, chatting cheerfully. Theon needed to catch you alone. Luckily for him he’d get his shot soon… You were also sat next to Sansa Stark which put you in the crossfire between her and her sister Arya’s never ending war.

Arya loaded her spoon with a piece of meat pie and launched it towards Sansa… but she missed hitting your chest, dirtying your light grey tunic. ”Arya! Look what you did?!” Sansa scolded her younger sister. ”I’m so sorry about her” Sansa apologised frantically as she tried to wipe of your shirt with a cloth napkin.

”Don’t worry about it Lady Sansa, i’ll just go change” you said calmly, standing up from the table and walking off. Theon saw this was his chance to finally meet you alone.

He soon managed to sneak away from the the dining hall. He stopped by the kitchens and snagged two goblets and a pitcher of wine, then he made his way through Winterfell castle towards the small part occupied by Steward of Winterfell and his family.

He knocked on the door he knew belonged to you. ”One moment” came your voice from the inside. Then the door opened revealing you in a nightshirt and underwear, you quickly wrapped yourself in a thin blue robe to cover up more for you’re unexpected visitor.

”Theon” you said happily at sight of him. ”Sorry, i’m not more properly dressed i was just about to go to bed” you said tying your robe. ”Oh no worries” he said with a flirty smile, you were gonna be even less dressed once he was done with you.

”How can i help you?” you asked. ”Oh, i just wondered if you’d like to have quick drink with me” he said holding up the pitcher and the two goblets he brought. You looked unsure. ”If your not too tired of course” he quickly added.

”Of course, a drink wouldn’t hurt” you said and held open the door for him, letting him in to your bed chamber. Theon observed the room, it was smaller than his own. It had a small square window with a nice view. A little fire place where a fire was burning, heating up the cold castle room.

A square table with a set of two chairs and a clothing chest right next to it. And finally the bed, which was draped in soft blankets. Above it hung a banner for your House, House Poole. The room was textbook definition of what Theon would describe as cozy.

You sat down in one of the chairs by the table, as Theon put the goblets on the table, pouring wine in each and then putting the pitcher down. He sat down in the other chair, you both grabbed your goblets. ”Cheers” Theon said and you clinked your goblets together and drank.

The two of you talked for a while. Theon decided to start testing the waters. He moved his leg slightly making it rest against yours, your eyes drifted to his leg for half a second before you looked back to him but you didn’t move away.

Time passed as you told Theon a story, once you finished it became quiet through the chamber. ”You’re really pretty you know” Theon stated boldly filling the silence in the room. Before you had time to respond Theon started talking ”Some of the staff has been talking about it, how they want to fuck you. Even the lordling Robb Stark said so”.

”And i understand them, you are very pretty” he continued. You looked rather unsure what to answer. ”Tell me Y/n, have you ever been fucked before?” Theon asked shamelessly, leaning closer to you. ”I… no, i have not” you told him, trying to stay casual.

”Would you like to be?” Theon then asked immodestly, leaving you slightly stunned. ”By-…By you?” you asked, Theon gave you a smirk as comformation. ”I-I wouldn’t know what to do” you said shyly. Theon played with the strings of your night shirt and said ”Don’t worry, i’ll show you”.

He then pulled you in to a kiss, his lips pushing hungrily against yours. Theon pulled you both up from your seats leading you to the middle of the room as you made out. Theon pulled of your robe, then his own jacket and he continued until you were both left naked in front of each other.

Your dick had gotten erected from Theon’s sudden interest in you and it made Theon’s own manhood swell with pride. He took your wrist in his hand and guided your hand over his slightly fuzzy chest down to his erect manhood. It was the first time you had ever touched another man in such a manner.

He made you enclose your fingers around his hardend cock and tug at it a little, rubbing him off slowly. ”Feel what you do to me Y/n” he uttered.

He led you backwards towards your beds and your naked bodies climbed up on it. Theon laid you down on the bed and the two of you passionately made out. Theon moved his hands to you ass and let his fingers graze against your hole.

You were unfamiliar with his action as you had never experienced it before but let Theon continue. He slowly started pushing his finger inside you, making you audibly gasp against his lips at the feeling of being streched out. ”That’s right relax” Theon instructed.

Once he added next finger he did it more hastily, making you yelp quietly. Theon let out a small chuckle ”Such a warm nice cunt for me to fuck” Theon said before shoving in a third finger.

Theon then stood up on his knees, he grabbed you and positioned you on all fours, ass spread out in front of him. He spit in to his own hand rubbing it on his manhood. ”I’m gonna take you like a real lord would” Theon said which you wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a warning.

Theon didn’t waste any time and started pushing his rockhard cock inside your virgin hole, making you groan, feeling yourself be filled. ”Fuck your tight around my cock” Theon said pleasureably sheathing himself fully inside you.

Before you had time to adjust he snapped his hips forwards thrusting into you making you release a small cry. ”Was this what he had meant? Was this how lords fucked their wives?” you thought to yourself.

Theon grabbed your hips and started setting a pace a his hips thrust against your ass. His raw cock forcing your walls to stretch, you released several whines as Theon roughly plowed in to you. ”Fuck Theon, you’re so big” you said through your pained but pleasured moans.

Theon grabbed your head as he pounded your ass saying ”What would your steward father say? Seeing his son deflowered by Eddard’s Stark ward like some common whore”. As he thrusted as hard in to you as his body would let him.

”Maybe i should go get him after this and make him come look at his son’s cum stained body” Theon said cockily. You however couldn’t answer him as you had your face pressed against the matress moaning endlessly from the ecstasy of Theon’s cock fucking you.

”Maybe i should start coming by every night and make good use of your cunt and fill you with my seed” he suggested, his thrusts rocking your bed back and forth. ”Shame you can’t have my bastards” he added.

From the endless groans to the creaking bed, you hoped no one could hear you getting your virginity fucked out of you by Theon. You felt your own cock twitching getting close to your orgasm. ”I’m gonna cum” you moaned. And soon after your load dripped down on the sheets below.

Theon kept plowing in to you for several minutes, claiming your ass as his. Sweat glazed his and your body as the room had gotten hot and damp. He grunted and uttered a satisfied ”I’m gonna fill you with my cum”.

With one last rough thrust Theon shoved his manhood deep inside you, his cock erupting staining your innocene with his warm seed. He then pulled out of you with a smirk, seeing his cum leak out of puckered hole and running down your legs. You collapsed on to the matress below in exhaustion.

Theon was just about to get ready to leave but he couldn’t leave you like this. He covered your nakedness under the covers and blankets. He then started getting dressed and before he left planted a kiss on your forehead saying ”You were so good to me, Y/n, better than any common whore, you were divine”. He then gave you a last kiss before he left your bed chambers with a smirk and a feeling of satisfaction, and maybe even a little bit of love.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

I recently read your theon fic and it's so good!! If you're still taking requests, would you consider writing something for theon again? Maybe a childhood friends to lovers with a Stark reader? It can be as short or long as you want and feel free to make it smutty!! And again love your writing! Going through the rest of your GoT fics now hehe

Omission

Pairing: Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Reader

Warnings: smut cuz anon told me i could! 😂, implied sex work in the winter town, slightly manipulative reader? 🤔, cunnilingus, face riding, praise kink, first orgasms, secret relationship 🤫, nipple biting, implied childhood friends, mentions of periods, mentioned past face riding

Words: 2432

"Oh shut up, Robb." Giving your twin brother a harsh shove, Robb merely laughs at you as you pummel your gloved fists against his shoulders. "Now I know you're just teasing me."

"Sweet (y/n), do you really think I would lie to my dear twin?"

Your eyes round as you gape at him. "You lie to me on a daily basis, Robb Stark!" Dealing him another smack on the head, Robb pleads for mercy from your tiny fists of fury. Seeing that he's given up, you let your arms fall back to your side, glaring at him. "There's no way. I've seen the two of you sneaking out to the winter towns. Probably to the brothels."

"You think so little of us men, don't you." He sighs and leans his back against the ominous face of the heart tree. To southerners, the face may appear quite macabre with the streams of red that streak out of it's eyes. Having been around it since the day you were born, it was never something to fear. Something to cower away from.

The castle of Winterfell was always hustling and bustling with the work of the many hands that were required to smoothly run it. Along with those of the large Stark family. Eight children including the Greyjoy ward, Theon, had the halls filled with loud shouting, singing, or laughing.

Out in the personal godswood that your family possessed, you and your twin brother liked to get away just to catch up. He was heir of Winterfell being the first born boy. You were separated from him and given the education that any other prestigious young lady of Westeros received. Unfortunately you never had lessons that overlapped with one another, despite your many complaints to your parents.

And what was your dear brother divulging to you? The fact that your father's ward Theon was so obviously smitten with you that even you were aware of his affections. You'd indulge your brother though and pretend not to know a thing. You'll keep your knowledge to yourself and utilize later. Pretend that you hadn't just been making out with Theon just a few hours prior. Robb may be your other half, but this was a secret that you couldn't truly share with him and swore Theon to secrecy. No, Robb was too close to Ned. He could accidentally let something slip to indicate your true relationship with the kraken boy.

A potential suitor for you, the eldest of Ned's daughters, hadn't been discussed fully though you'd heard whispers from the maids and lords in the halls. Trying to guess who your father would give you away to. Theon would not be a candidate.

"I just thought you should know how he feels." Robb hums.

"You know nothing real can come from it." Pointing out, you feel something seize in your chest. It thickens your throat so that pushing out your words was a struggle. "Theon and I. . . Even if- and I'm not saying I like him that way- even if we got together father would never allow it."

He purses his lips in response. "If we bring up the case properly, I believe father will hear us out."

You shake your head. Robb was ever the optimist.

"Don't say anything about it to father." Simply telling him, you use the trunk of the tree to help yourself get up. The weight of your gown skirts tend to pull you down. In response, Robb gets up as well and helps to dust you off. "Please Robb. I don't want Theon getting in trouble." That was the last thing the two of you needed was Ned to increase his surveillance toward Theon. While he cared for the boy, he was always wary due to the Greyjoy Rebellion. They'd proven to be untrustworthy and Ned being a realist always held concern that Theon would grow to be just like Balon Greyjoy.

You didn't know the Lord of the Iron Islands and Theon didn't speak much about him but from what little you were able to gather, you'd say Theon would be nothing like his sire. Lord Ned already felt like Theon was a bad influence on Robb with his cocky attitude and cavalier nature. He did not desire any of his children to adopt those traits.

"Okay okay." He's holding your hand as the two of you trudge through snow to get back to the warmth of the castle. "But. . . do you think you can be a little nicer to him now that you know he holds a flame for you? It's bad enough Sansa and mother always treat him coldly."

Frowning you glance at him. "I'm always nice."

You hate how he rolls his Tully blue eyes. "You're always frigid when he's around. You weren't like that when we were all children. You used to hang off him. But you've changed since. . . since you flowered. . ."

Again he finds your hands smacking his arm. "Please don't EVER mention my cycles again." Your cheeks were burning, embarrassed that Robb was even aware when you'd had your first moonblood.

As you enter through the kitchens, Robb's laughter rings above the other chattering. "My apologies. I forget that you're a proper lady now. Like mother and Sansa." He fake curtsies and you have half the mind to kick his shin until your septa shows up; breathless like she's been running around all over Winterfell.

"There you are!" She hisses and stomps toward you.

Robb abandons you to flee and save himself.

Even with your slippers covering your feet, the piercing cold of the stone floor got past even the thickest of wool. Frozen toes were a small price to pay; especially when Theon will happily warm them up once you get to his room. There were a few obstacles you had to bypass in your route. Nothing you couldn't handle.

You'd made this journey many times in the past two years.

Robb wasn't being dramatic when he claimed your change toward Theon. From innocent children to teenagers, everything happened so fast that you weren't really able to comprehend what was going on with your own head. When Theon first arrived to your family, you were a small child. You and Robb grew attached to him immediately. For so long you saw him as a brother. Then it just stopped the moment you bled.

That's when you saw Theon. . . differently.

"I was wondering if you'd make it tonight." Barely stepping in front of his door but a second ago, you grin at his eagerness and let him pull you in. Quietly shutting his door as to not alarm anyone, Theon spins around and envelops you in his arms.

Nuzzling into the warmth of his chest, you sigh in contentment. All the stress of your day rolling right off of you. Even within the security of his room, you still kept your voice to barely above a whisper. "I thought about it. . . Robb's onto you, you know. I'm worried he'll discover the truth."

Theon sits you down on his bed, wrapping one of his fur blankets around you so that you could warm yourself up. Wandering off to the table in his room, he pours two chalices of wine. "Just tell him. I keep telling you he'd take the secret to his grave. Your brother would never risk getting you in that much trouble."

"Not consciously." Pulling the fur tighter, you focus on the softness. "He might imply something to our father in his attempt to help us. Robb thinks our lord father can be reasoned with about a relationship between the two of us."

He's quiet with his back turned to you, busying himself with stoking the fire in the hearth. You watch shadows cast by the fire dance along the broad width of his shoulders.

"Why wouldn't your father marry you to me?" Theon asks after a moment of quiet contemplation. When he faces you again, there's a streak of hurt in his eyes that makes your stomach drop. "It would strengthen bonds between the north and the Iron Islands. And I can't imagine you marrying anyone else but me. I knew from the moment we met that you would be my bride."

Any other time you might have laughed at the idea. Empathetic, you rise from the bed and float over to him; caressing his stubbled cheeks with both of your hands and drawing him closer. In a perfect world MAYBE your father would have considered marrying you off to the last surviving Greyjoy son. His blood was too precious to him though and you knew Ned would only ever choose a husband for you that hailed from the north. Especially since he knew Robb would raise hell if you were given to any other kingdom in Westeros. It was only right that twins stay together after all.

You know how to pull his mind away from such unpleasantness. If you fell victim to those thoughts. . . it would only make your life miserable. The way you handled your reality may not be healthy and this certainly should be addressed, but you were too scared to discuss it. Cowardice you knew it was. You covered it up with saccharine kisses that coaxed Theon to lower his guard.

Your world was full of lies. Perhaps not outright lies, but you were still omitting the truth to your entire family.

If it meant keeping Theon's kisses all to yourself, you didn't feel too bad about it.

This discussion would be brought up again in the future. That was inescapable. You rue the day when Ned finally decided on your husband. Theon would raise hell. You'd hold it off for as long as possible. The maiden in you wanted to believe in this fantasy that Theon thought would come true. Far more happy than what was in store for you in your future.

Having to bend slightly over your short form (you hated how much taller Sansa was than you. It wasn't fair. You were older than her yet you barely were an inch taller than Arya!), once both of you break the kiss for much needed air, Theon presses his forehead against your's, his nose brushing against you're cheek similar to the barn cat that you liked to cuddle with. Rubbing his scent onto you as a claim.

Swiftly his hands grab at your rear as he hoists you up into his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around him for stability. His lips trail kisses along your neck up to the juncture of your neck.

"Do you remember when I first took you?" Theon asks, lips moving against your skin.

Your fingers curl, dragging him closer to you. If you truly could have things your way, you'd never let him go. Freezing the moment to never ending stillness. It was a selfish want, but you didn't care for you truly loved Theon; even if you could never say it out loud to him. If you did then he would do everything and anything to make sure you were wed to him. You didn't doubt that treason would be one of those options. You'd seen it in his eyes before when you let the discussion of getting married went on for too long. You couldn't indulge him.

How could you not remember the day he pierced your maidenhead? The very same day you broke down to him, admitting that you were uncontrollably attracted to him. Longing and desire replaced the once childish adoration you held for him. Ever since your first cycle, it was like your entire body was on fire when Theon was remotely near you.

When you admitted everything, Theon took you back to his room and. . . well. . . From between your legs he spouted nonstop words of adoration and utter devotion to you, his beloved Lady of the North. He confessed to going to the brothels in the winter towns but only so that he could learn how to please you in the bed in order to win you over. How else would he be able to compete against all the other lords that would come calling?

Honestly, you barely heard most of the words he was saying above the roaring of your heartbeat in your ears. A surprise that no one heard you screaming when you had your first climax. Terrified at first and not understanding what was happening to you, Theon ever so softly coaxed you with his tongue and soft touches until you relaxed and came. He encouraged you to shove your cunt into his face (his words, not your's). Even if you were afraid that you would suffocate him or break his nose. That would only make him more persistent. Your face was beaming bright red when he positions your entire body over his face and with the sheer strength of his arms, dips you up and down onto his tongue.

Theon folded you into positions you'd never imagined following that first encounter. From that moment on, you were his. And you couldn't imagine anyone else touching you like Theon did. When his fingers roamed over your skin, it was like he was reading from a book. All your sweet spots spelled out just for him in invisible ink.

From your hooded expression, Theon came to the proper conclusion that you did indeed remember that day which makes his lips curl into a wicked grin. His pupils are clearly blown out in the pools of blue.

Taking care to lay you down gently onto the surface of his bed, the furs around your shoulders fall and splay around you, revealing your nightgown and the small peaks of your erect nipples grazing against your shift.

Theon captures a nipple that poked from your shift. His front teeth softly put pressure making you mewl and writhe under him. You feel a hand glide up your thigh until it rests on your naked hip. "I think of it as the happiest day of my life. Not just because I finally got to fuck you, but also because you said you had feelings for me as I did for you."

Familiar warmth pushes past your lower lips that have you gasping and attempting to arch your back, but Theon makes sure you can't squirm.

Over the blood rushing through your ears and the numbing of your brain as he pumps his fingers in and out while easily sliding in a second and third one; you caught the low whisper of his voice.

"Whatever it takes. I'll make you my bride."

[letsasoiaftogether]

Patrek x Stark!Reader x Theon

IMAGINE....being the twin sister to Robb Stark and beginning a love affair with the Heir of Seagard and the Heir of the Iron Islands

Pairing: Patrek Mallister x Stark Princess!Reader x Theon Greyjoy

WARNING: smut. Possibly poorly written Theon and Patrek as I’ve no experience really with Patrek M. and I havent written for Theon in years. Also, smut is difficult to write sometimes sooo my apologies if its not very good either lol

There’s also this fic that you can read and enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/works/37979791

A/n: I hope y’all like it! And I did my best to make mine different but still spicy like the one above!

Word Count: 3,676

In hindsight, you suppose you should have known that something was happening between them. After all, Theon enjoyed sex and from what little you knew of the Iron Islands they didn’t seem to care much for who they slept with as long as the result was the same. Still, you hadn’t expected your Uncle Edmure’s friend to be up to no good with your late father’s ward. Patrek Mallister had yet to give you such inklings! Of course, you spent your time fighting in battles and counseling your twin brother; you hardly had time to watch the habits of the men around you.

You had been heading back to your chambers from the godswood. It was late but your thoughts wouldn’t stop running and praying to your father’s gods had always helped you in times of trouble.

Riverrun was quiet. Even the hounds in the kennels were silent.

A smile spread over your lips at the thought of your direwolf, tucked away in the hall between your chambers and your mother’s. Like your siblings, you had bonded instantly with your pup and took y/d/w into battle just as Robb took Grey Wind.

Turning left around a corner, you made your way down the hall of rooms where some of Robb’s honor guard had taken residence in (so to protect the stairs that led up to Robb’s chambers just as the rest of his guard, you, and your mother took up the hall putting yourselves between Robb and a possible enemy). You were close to the stairs when you heard the undeniable sounds of moans.

A light blush spread over your cheeks as you froze, your eyes locked on the door you knew belonged to Ser Patrek.

You thought of how attractive he was and how you had smiled a little shyly when you were first introduced to him after the Northern army broke the siege of Riverrun. The fact he had a lover wasn’t a surprise to you. You knew your uncle and all his friends enjoyed women and wine. You just hadn’t explained on stumbling over the knight in the act.

A little nervous and a lot excited, you stepped closer to the door and grabbed the knob. Waiting to make sure no one was going to catch you peeking inside, you silently pushed the door open just far enough to stick your head inside and settle your gaze on the bed.

“Theon,” you gasped, looking past Ser Patrek – who still wore trousers but nothing else – and instead focusing your attention on the naked, dark haired and handsome man beneath him.

You had crushed on your Father’s ward since you were a little girl, not that you had ever told Theon or Robb or even your Mother, and more than once you had wondered if you would someday end up married to Theon.

The two young men froze the moment they heard your voice, Patrek’s head turned and Theon’s lifted as they looked your way.

For a long moment all three of you were surprised and frozen.

You knew they weren’t ashamed for what they were doing. They were looking at you like that because you were a Princess, the sister to their King, and if you ran to Robb and told him that two men were engaging in such activities…Robb wouldn’t sentence them to death, but should his advisors overhear…

Sighing roughly, you stepped further into the room and shut the door, your back against the solid piece of wood as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth in thought and consideration.

“Your Highness?” Patrek questioned, moving off Theon so the Iron Born could sit up

“I won’t tell. It’s none of my business.” You informed them, slowly approaching the bed with your hands tucked behind your back. A plan was quickly forming in your head. A plan to help with curiosities quickly spinning around in your mind. “But to earn my silence you…I will be taking part as well.” You stuck your chin in the air, trying to be assertive.

“Y/n?” Theon murmured, using a pillow to cover his privates “Robb will kill us…”

“He won’t find out.” You insisted, reaching out to place a hand to his cheek “Theon,” you half-purred his name as you leaned toward him, “Do you not find me pretty? Am I not as good as those whores you’ve had in Winter Town?”

Patrek chuckled and Theon leaned closer to you, kissing you for just a moment before you were pulling back with a smirk.

You turned toward Patrek who looked you over, his tongue flickering out to lick along his lips. “And you, Ser? Will you leave me curious? Will you leave me…begging for you to help me with a problem?” You were less assertive with him, less familiar with his appetite, as you moved your hand from Theon’s cheek and placed it to Patrek’s shoulder, your fingers leaving crescent shapes along his skin.

Your heart was pounding behind your ribs, your cheeks heating up as the two men shared a long, silent look.

No doubt they were weighing their options just as they had done when you first shut the door. You couldn’t blame them. This wasn’t just any normal affair. You were a Lady, not a common whore. Your Father was a Lord, Your Brother was a King. Patrek was best friends with your Uncle, and Theon had known you for too long to treat this like just another pastime.

“Princess,” Patrek softly called out to you as he stood, drawing your attention back to him. He towered over you by a few inches, as most did, and while he wasn’t overly muscular, he was well built – stocky like Robb. “If we do this, there are some rules.”

“Rules?” You looked toward Theon as he stood, the pillow forgotten, and moved around you.

Humming, Patrek reached out and took your face in his hands, “Your problem…we will help you with it, but you must do exactly as we say. After all, you came to us. We know best.” He smiled, teasing you with just a look

From behind you, Theon was working on the strings of your dress, undoing them with expert fingers.

Trying to maintain a stance of confidence, you nodded and said “Very well, Ser.”

They were more experienced than you and it was obvious they had no issue with nakedness or intimacy.

You weren’t embarrassed about being naked in front of them, but you hated being in situations where you knew next to nothing about what you were doing. Your Septa had done her duty in telling you about what your wedding night would be like, and she had even told you about what labor was like. Never had she told you about what to do with a lover who wasn’t your lover out of duty but out of lust, let alone how you were meant to please two lovers at the same time.

Septa Mordane would have had died right on the spot if she knew what I was up to…

If she was still alive, that is.

“Our little Princess appears to be nervous, Theon.” Patrek decided to say just as Theon’s hands were sliding the sleeves of your gown down your arms

“I am not.” You argued stubbornly, throwing a look from him to Theon as your foster brother smirked and said, “It’s alright, Y/n, we’ll take good care of you.”

Your dress hit the floor a moment later, the cold air touching your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” Patrek remarked as he stepped back, his hands going to the strings of his trousers.

You turned toward Theon, a part of you far more comfortable seeing him completely undressed than Patrek. Looking him over, you couldn’t help but give him a smile – soft and self-reassuring when he returned it.

“You are beautiful, Princess.” Theon remarked as he cupped your face with his hands, leaning down to capture your lips to his.

Your dreams of kissing Theon were coming true and you didn’t know what to do or how to feel. It was odd to be kissed like that, as you had never been kissed romantically before, but it was nice because it was with someone you trusted and cared deeply for.

Theon’s hands were on your hips suddenly, pulling you flush against him as Patrek stepped back to you, his chest to your back and his hands just above Theon’s. One continued to kiss your lips like they were his only salvation, and the other was biting, licking, and sucking hard enough on your skin that you had no doubt you’d have love marks along your neck and shoulder when all was said and done.

A light flutter of panic blossomed in your chest at the thought of the bruises, of people being able to tell what the three of you were up to!

But then Patrek’s lips were against your ear and he was whispering your name, his voice thick with lust and sending shivers down your spine to the most intimate parts of you…

His voice calmed your panic, even if just for the time being, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy what the two young men were doing to you, damn the consequences.

Patrek and Theon had clearly shared many lovers in the months they had known each other. They needed to only share a look to take direction from the other. Theon smirked and Patrek playfully picked you up and laid you on the bed. Patrek raised a brow and Theon was moving between your thighs, his lips brushing upward from the inside of your knees to where your thighs met.

It was as much overwhelming as it was delightful.

A shaky moan slipped from your lips as you grabbed at Theon’s shoulder, your nails digging into his shoulder as he ate you out.

Patrek chuckled as he settled himself on his knees next to your head, “Come now, Princess, Theon and I must be rewarded for helping you.” In his hand was his cock, hard and dripping pre-cum. If you hadn’t understood what he meant by his words, the flicker of his eyes down to his member cleared up any confusion you may have had.

Whores do this, but Ladies aren’t supposed to.

Right? Or was that just another thing women of high society claimed while in the confines of their bed chambers they took part in the most sensual, sinful acts?

“Little Princess? Are you chickening out on us?”

Returning your gaze to Patrek’s, you sighed and whispered, “Of course not. I was only thinking of how improper this all is. As well as, how much of it is truly meant for a whore, and how much of this is something I could end up doing with my eventual husband.”

It was very strange to talk about a husband when you were there between the two of them, and the thought made you laugh softly, pulling laughs from the two men as well.

“Lets worry about all that later, for now, enjoy yourself.” As Patrek spoke, he grabbed your chin and you opened your mouth to allow access to his cock.

It was so very strange to have his member in your mouth, the size of it was difficult to adjust to and you were thankful he remained still, seemingly giving you time to get used to it all. The taste of him was…well, you were even more grateful that it appeared he had washed recently and you could even taste a small hint of soap.

“Slowly, Patrek, she’s royalty after all.” Theon reminded him as he repositioned himself, his face still pressed against your cunt, “We can’t break her in quite as we would a whore or a miller’s wife.”

The arrogance in his tone and the way he said that! As if you were so easily breakable just because your brother had been given a crown!

Rolling your eyes, you placed a hand to the back of Theon’s head and pulled him closer to you – silencing any other clever statement he may have wanted to make. And then you looked up, meeting Patrek’s gaze and slowly began to bob your head on his cock. You had heard enough stories of Theon’s conquests to have a general idea on what to do in this situation.

The next few moments were a mix of your noises of pleasure (from the expert way Theon was licking and sucking at your cunt) and Patrek’s. Both of you seemed to try your best to remain as quiet as possible, but after Theon’s tongue hit a particularly sensitive angle of your clit and you half screamed around Patrek’s cock, taking him deeper in your throat, all sense of staying quiet (and caring on whether you were caught or not) went out the window.

“Shit,” Patrek hissed, using the grip he had on your chin to stop your movements.

You watched his eyes close and his head tip back, his chest heaving as his heart raced and he caught his breath.

You found him very beautiful like that. His dark hair was messy and a few strands were sticking up in various directions. His cheeks were a soft red from lust and exertion. He just looked very soft and for a moment you found yourself wondering what kind of husband he would be?

It was Theon who pulled you out of your thoughts, the iron born settling back on his knees with his cock in hand, his dark gaze moving slowly over your body.

Pulling your mouth from around Patrek, you sat up and immediately leaned toward Theon, pulling him in for a kiss – whimpering at the taste of yourself on his lips.

“Careful, that damned mouth of hers is…” Patrek laughed, still a little breathless, and shook his head, “Our little highness has a hidden talent.” His hand brushed down your back, coming to grab at your backside.

Theon’s tongue darted out, pushing into your mouth before you realized what he was doing.

You allowed it, returning his kiss while pushing your ass back into Patrek’s hand at the same time.

And then you felt a hand on your cunt. Pulling away from Theon to look down, staring as Patrek’s hand grabbed at your chest – squeezing and tugging, your mouth drying in anticipation – and staring at Theon’s fingers as two digits slipped between your dripping lower lips.

You had thought his mouth on you was crazy in a wonderful sort of way, but having his fingers slip into your cunt, filling you in a way you had never been brave enough to do yourself…there was no hope for you to hold back your gasps and moans as Theon finger fucked you all while Patrek rolled your hardened nipples between his fingers and reattached his lips to your neck.

They were merciless and you loved it.

You wouldn’t have cared even a little if someone came in and caught the three of you right then.

“You’re going to cum for us, right, Princess?” the Heir of Seagard asked as one of his hands came up to grab at your neck, his fingers firm but not ungentle. The gruffness of his voice and the feeling of his hardness against your side only added to the feeling building quickly in the pit of your stomach.

“Go on, Y/n.” Theon encouraged, pulling back to meet your gaze as his free hand lifted to your lips, two fingers slipping inside and soon were moving in and out in sync with his other fingers slipping in and out of your cunt. “Be a good girl now…be a good Lady.”

The words were teasing, there was no real authority behind them, but still there as something in them that made you moan and clench around him, your body shaking as Theon thrusted his fingers upward, hitting hard against that sensitive spot deep inside you.

A scream slipped from your mouth as you came, silenced a moment later by Patrek’s fingers tightening on your neck.

Silently, you shook and came around your foster brother’s fingers as he continued to pump them in and out of you.

“Theon, perhaps you should fuck her little cunt first.” Patrek decided as your orgasm finally subsided, the Riverlands knight using his grip on your neck to help ease you down onto your back. “I want to use that pretty little mouth some more…” He winked, removing his hand from around your throat and quickly leaning down to place kisses where he had held you.

Your eyes shut at the feeling of his gentle kisses to your skin, your hand coming up to brush through his dark strands. For a moment the two of you shared a sweet moment as any two lovers may in the gentler moments of passion.

And then Patrek stood from the bed and grabbed your ankles, playfully tickling your feet for just a moment before tugging until your ass was on the edge.

Laughing, you rolled your eyes playfully and offered a hand to Theon, “Come on then. Don’t tell me that this isn’t something you’ve thought about before.” You knew you were right. You had seen the way Theon had stared at you, especially over the last few months. You saw the way his gaze stuck to your breasts when you wore certain gowns, and you had seen the way his eyes had bugged out the first time he saw you after a battle, covered in sweat, mud, and someone else’s blood; you weren’t naïve enough to think that he hadn’t been thinking about taking you right then and there, his adrenaline running wild.

Moving to stand next to Patrek, Theon leaned down to place another kiss to your lips before he was kneeling on the bed, shifting his weight as he took his cock in hand and brushed it through your folds.

You tried not to become impatient as he teased you.

You knew that it was better to take it slowly than to risk hurting you somehow, but you were just as turned on as they were. There was an ache deep inside that they had caused by not being discreet, and you just wanted them to fix it.

Theon wasn’t as thick as Patrek, but he made up for it in length. He filled you up all the same and hit that spot deep inside you with every slow thrust of his hips.

Patrek climbed back onto the bed, back to right next to your head with his hardness in hand.

This time you didn’t hesitate, opening your mouth and welcoming him with a happy lick along the underside of his shaft.

The room was filled with moans from all three of you now as both men thrusted into you, their hands grabbing at your body.

“Gods, she feels fucking great.” Theon moaned, pushing you onto your stomach as his thrusts sped up. Hand on the back of your neck, he kept you from going anywhere and made it to where you just had to take it.

Not that you were complaining.

If it wasn’t for Patrek’s cock down your throat, your screams of pleasure would have brought the whole castle down on the three of you.

“My little Princess…” Patrek moaned, rocking his hips back and forth “Our little Princess…” He groaned, throwing his head back and he had never looked more beautiful.

There was a shutter from him a moment later and it took a few more seconds before you realized he was cumming, that his seed was spilling into your mouth even as he cursed lowly and pulled back.

You swallowed what he had shot into your mouth, and then moaned as you felt whatever was left hit your cheek, shoulder, and then the last bit on your back.

Patrek groaned and leaned forward, kissing you sweetly and brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. “A fucking goddess.” he complimented

And then Theon was tugging at your hips, his thrusts growing rougher and rougher by each passing one, drawing cries of pleasure from your lips as you were reminded that Patrek wasn’t your only lover, currently.

It was all over a minute later, Theon barely remembering to pull out as his release hit him.

His seed landed on your lower back and your ass, quickly beginning to drip down your thighs as Theon moaned and jerked himself off before he was dropping down onto your, holding you under him as he gave a few more jerks of his hips despite his balls being emptied.

You didn’t mind the weight of him on top of you, and even reached a hand back to grab at his, smiling softly when he returned the gesture.

The three of you were quiet for a few minutes afterwards, all of you catching your breaths.

You felt the exhaustion settling in, and despite the sticky feeling of their seed on your body, you were too comfortable to ask one of them to grab you something to clean yourself off with. You didn’t want either of them to leave you and couldn’t help but cling to them as they repositioned themselves and you, Theon to your left and Patrek to your right

“Such a pretty little princess we have.” Patrek murmured, smirking wide, as he leaned over and captured Theon’s lips in a bruising kiss, tongue and teeth flashing from both men.

“All ours.” Theon agreed, settling his chin on top of your head and holding you just a little closer

You were theirs. Only theirs.

How could you share a bed with anyone else? Who were you going to feel this comfortable with? Who would make you feel safe enough to let your guard down? Who else would make you feel this good without you having to worry that they only saw you as a whore?

“Yours,” you murmured, letting your eyes drift close as a small yawn slipped from your lips.

(I really hope others like this! lmao)

[multi-fandom-fanfiction]

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X reader imagines

Game Of Thrones

Jon Snow

I’m sorry

Jon Snow x Reader

When Jon leaves for the wall he leaves everything behind including his lover what will happen when they reunite during the battle bastards but she is married.

What had to be done ft. Robb Stark (*Smut*)

Jon Snow x Reader x Robb Stark

Robb and his wife are unable to have children but need an heir. Jon is more than happy to help the young couple out.

Robb Stark

What had to be done ft. Jon Snow (*smut*)

Robb Stark x Reader X Jon Snow

Robb and his wife are unable to have children but need an heir. Jon is more than happy to help the young couple out. 

I am truly the luckiest man

Robb Stark x Reader

Robb and his wife spend a few moments together with there children and Robb realizes just how lucky he truly is.

Happy Ever After

Robb Stark x Reader

Robb and his wife have been trying to have a child for a while with no luck. They decide to give it one more try. That try turns into three babies.

The Start Of Something Beautiful

Robb Stark x Reader

Robb discovers some new feelings for his best friend.

Both Of You Or None Of You Ft. Theon Greyjoy (Smut)

Robb Stark x Reader x Theon Greyjoy

Robb and Theon are in love with there best friend. She is in love with both of them and can’t decide who she loves more.

Unexpected

Robb Stark x Baratheon Reader

The princess is betrothed to Robb Stark. She expects him to be like her father but one day she confronts him and is pleasantly surprised by his response.

I made it home

Robb Stark X Reader

Robb Stark’s best friend goes South with Ned and the girls. She is imprisoned  by Joffrey. Robb is told she was executed alongside his father. The hound helps her escape and she finds her way back to his camp. What happens when they’re reunited?

Romeo and Juliet

Robb Stark x Lannister Reader

In this World War II AU. The readers older brother introduces her to an American Soldier Robb Stark and his friends. She hates him and all his men because they’re the enemy but she is proved wrong when she spends time with her brother, Robb, and a Canadian soldier Theon, and an English soldier Jon. U.S’s Robb Stark and Italy’s Y/N Lannister fall for each other. What will happen to the two ill fated lovers? Will they be happily ever after? Or will they mirror Romeo and Juliet a little too much?

Sansa Stark

Saved me

Sansa Stark x Bolton Reader

The reader helps Sansa escape from her older half-brother Ramsay. When Jon and his men capture her to execute her after the battle of the bastards. Sansa free her and the two reunite.

Eddard Stark

Second Chances

Eddard Stark X Lannister Reader

After Catelyn’s death Ned vows to never wed again. What happens when the king forces him to marry Robert wife’s sister.

Daenerys Targaryen

I want to ride a dragon (*smut*)

Daenerys Targaryen x Reader

Daenerys and her best friend get drunk one night and upgrade their relationship.

The curious Little Dragon Ft. Sandor Clegane

Daenerys Targaryen X daughter reader x The Hound Sandor Clegane

Daenerys daughter arrives at the dragon pit with her. She runs off and meets the Hound.

Serving yer (serving you) (*Smut*)

Daenerys Targaryen x Reader x Khal Drogo

Khal Drogo calls for the pretty slave Y/N to pleasure him. Daenerys catches wind of there rendezvous. She joins in on the fun and they have a smutty night together.

Sandor Clegane

The little wolf and the hound

The Hound/Sandor Clegane x Stark Reader

Eddard Stark’s eldest daughter escapes Kingslanding with the hound.

The Curious Little Dragon Ft. Daenerys Targaryen

The Hound/Sandor Clegane x Daenerys Targaryen’s daughter reader x Daenerys Targaryen

Deanerys daughter arrives at the dragon pit with her. She runs off and meets the Hound.

I Choose You My Puppy sequal to the curious little dragon

The Hound/Sandor Clegane x Targaryen Reader 

After Daenerys dies her daughter becomes queen. Every queen needs a king. Her closest companion and her personal guard The hound is there with her every step of the way. Sandor Clegane has fallen for her and she has fallen for him. What will she do?

Tormund Giantsbane

I have fallen in love with my enemy

Tormund Giantsbane x reader

All there lives children are told scary stories about the Wildlings. What happens when a Northen lady sides with Jon Snow and meets the wildings, more importantly, Tormund Giantsbane. What happens when she befriends the free folk king and falls for him

Set You Straight (*smut*)

Tormund Giantsbane x reader

When Tormund and his lover go to her sister’s wedding and she spends the night flirting with Jon Snow. Her night ends in an argument and a sex-filled night.

Oberyn Martell

Lost and found

Oberyn Martell x Niece/Adopted daughter of Tyrion Lannister reader

One of Elia Martell and Rhaegar Targaryen’s children survived. There youngest daughter Y/N. She has been raised by Tyrion Lannister as his bastard daughter. What happens when your actual mother’s brother comes for you. What happens when he falls in love with you.

Cersei Lannister

You Deserve Better

Cersei Lannister x Baratheon Reader

Robert’s sister has fallen in love with the wife he mistreats. One night the lady has enough and goes to comfort the queen. The king’s sister comforts Cersei and they become friends until one night after Robert mistreats his wife again and the reader goes to her rescue once again and they admit there shared feelings.

Joffrey Baratheon

I see you

Joffrey Baratheon x reader

Joffrey has been friends with the reader since they were children. One day there attacked and Joffrey leaves his betrothed Sansa Stark for dead. His best friend sees Joffrey as a monster and decides to avoid him. What happens when he comforts her. Will their true feelings come out? Will their friendship end forever?

Ramsay Bolton

I love you

Ramsay Bolton x reader

Ramsay’s new bride just found out about her pregnancy when she is attacked. Her husband rescues her and confesses his love for there family.

You are mine (*Smut*)

Ramsay Bolton x Younger half-sister

Ramsay’s younger half-sister meets a suitor. Ramsay doesn’t like his secret forbidden lover spending the day with her possible husband so he shows her who he belongs to.

How did I get so lucky (*smut*)

Ramsay Bolton x Younger Half Sister

Ramsay and his younger half-sister have been together for years. Their father leaves and they finally get married and share a love-filled wedding night.

Too Little Too Late Ft. Theon Greyjoy

Ramsay Bolton x reader x Theon Greyjoy

Theon Greyjoy left his lover that was carrying there baby when he went to the  Iron Islands. The night before he left they got in a huge argument. She left and met Ramsay Bolton. They fell in love and got married. Ramsay has raised her son as his own after all these years. What happens when the reader’s husband returns home with the father of her child as a toy. What happens when she can’t stop thinking of the memories.

Theon Greyjoy

That Should Be Me

Theon Greyjoy x Stark Reader

Theon Greyjoy cheated on his betrothed Y/N Stark. She gets engaged to another lord. What happens when he relives there memories. Will he go after her? Will he let her go? (Based on the song That should be me by Justin Bieber)

Safe Haven

Theon Greyjoy x reader

Theon Greyjoy is sent by Eddard Stark to fetch the men the King sent to serve Ned Stark’s army from Kingslanding. Needing a good lay he headed to a brothel recommended by one of the soldiers. The reader was working her first night there and Theon was her first client. Theon saw how nervous she was and talked with her. The ward realized she was not happy, safe or here by choice. What will he do? Will he take her? Will he leave her?

Too Little Too Late Ft. Ramsay Bolton

Theon Greyjoy x reader x Ramsay Bolton

Theon Greyjoy left his lover that was carrying there baby when he went to the Iron Islands. The night before he left they got in a huge argument. She left and met Ramsay Bolton. They fell in love and got married. Ramsay has raised her son as his own after all these years. What happens when the reader’s husband returns home with the father of her child as a toy. What happens when she can’t stop thinking of the memories.

Both Of You Or None Of You Ft. Robb Stark (Smut)

Theon Greyjoy x reader x Robb Stark

Robb and Theon are in love with there best friend. She is in love with both of them and can’t decide who she loves more.

Khal Drogo

serving yer (Serving you) Ft. Daenerys Targaryen (*Smut*)

Khal Drogo x Reader x Daenerys Targaryen

Khal Drogo calls for the pretty slave Y/N to pleasure him. Daenerys catches wind of there rendezvous. She joins in on the fun and they have a smutty night together.

WWE

Dean Ambrose

I see the way you look at her

Dean Ambrose x Reader .

Dean and the reader are dating but the reader decides to break up with him after she sees that he is in love with Renee Young.

I only have eyes for you (Sequal to I see the way you look at her)

Dean Ambrose x reader

The reader has won the Raw Women’s championship from Alexa Bliss and is celebrating in the ring when her Ex- Dean Ambrose comes out. The lunatic Fringe congratulates her and then proposes. What will she say?

Jealousy looks good of you (*Smut*)

Dean Ambrose x reader

Dean and the reader meet up with reader’s best guy friend. Reader and her friend are quite flirty and Dean takes off. She goes after him. When she walks in the house Dean shows her that jealousy looks good on him.

Seth Rollins

Do you think that low of me

Seth Rollins x reader

Seth Rollins and his on-screen girlfriend/friend with benefit gets pregnant and then avoids him. One day he confronts and she admits the news. Will they get together? What will happen to the two now that they know they’re expecting?

Brie Bella

Age Doesn’t Define Us

Brie Bella x Reader

Brie has a girlfriend that is five years younger than her. It was a bad week for the two but Brie proves how much she loves her and cares for her through it all. First there was the hate in the internet, then a sleazy guy at the nightclub and last but not least Charlotte flair at Brie’s work.

13 Reasons Why

Justin Foley

You can’t blame yourself

Justin Foley x reader

Justin’s girlfriend gives him a little comfort after he breaks down from his guilt about Hannah’s suicide.

Sons Of Anarchy

Jax Teller

I am so sorry but you can’t leave us you can’t leave me I need you

Jax Teller x Winston Reader

Jax and Opie’s little sister got together after Tara’s death. They were together for a year when the reader finds out Jax slept with Wendy. The reader goes to leave Jax when he proposes. WIll she leave? Will she say yes?

Reign

Francis

I have made a lot of mistakes but your not one we are not one

Francis x Stuart Reader

When Mary takes off Francis and her sister fall in love. Mary returns and a bunch of madness occurs including her and Francis’s marriage. Feeling betrayed the reader doesn’t talk to Mary, Francis, or Lola until one day Francis and Kenna forces her to talk with him. He admits to loving her more than his wife. What will happen?

Inhumans

Maximus

My Queen

Maximus Boltagon x Amaquelin reader

Queen Medusa’s little sister and Maximus were together when he took over Attilian. He brought the princess to the throne room and told her their family abandoned them. He asked the reader to marry him an be his queen. What did she say?

Riverdale

Fp Jones

Serpents Stick Together

Fp Jones x Younger (Legal) single mom Fogarty Reader

Your a young single mom returning back to Riverdale to your sick mom, younger brother, the southside, the serpents, all of your old friends including the former serpent king Sheriff Jones. You both discover some feelings for one another. Will you act on them? Will you ignore them? Read to find out?

Marvel

Logan AKA Wolverine

Love At First Sight

Logan AKA Wolverine x Summers Reader

Havok and Cyclops little sister and Logan fall in love at first sight

The Originals

Niklaus Mikealson

A pleasant surprise (smut)

Niklaus Mikealson x reader

Klaus and his lover were turned into vampires together. They have loved one another for centuries. Klaus makes a mistake with a certain werewolf and gets her pregnant. The reader is upset but she forgives the original hybrid and they make love. But she gets a pleasantly shocking surprise.

Multi Chapter fics

Riverdale

The Dark Truth

Chapter 1: Fireworks

Scarlett Blossom x Winter-Rose Jones (Platonic)

Scarlett and Winter-Rose hear an unidentified bang that ends life as they know and kick starts there journey to discover the dark truth of Riverdale

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Robb Stark - Lady Wolf (Part 2)

Series Summary: The young wolf and the King in the North, Robb Stark has been away from Winterfell for quite some time. However, his mind kept wandering back to the castle and to his brothers and to one very special lady. The girl they called his lady wolf. He wonders if they will ever be reunited. One day, his prayers are answered and he is reunited with his lady wolf.

Part Summary: You and Robb finally return home to Winterfell. Robb asks you to marry him and of course, you say yes. Months after the wedding, a little incident with Grey Wind leads you and Robb to go to the Maester where you make a discovery.

Pairing: Robb x Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Robb Stark, Grey Wind, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Jon Snow, Catelyn Stark, Maester Luwin, Septon. Ned Stark, Edmure Tully, Summer, Shaggydog, Ghost, Nymeria, Osha, Hodor, Jamie Lannister, Theon Greyjoy, Jeyne Poole (Briefly mentioned)

Warning: Implied smut 

A/N: A huge thank you to the amazing @mo320 for being my beta!

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Somehow they'd done it, somehow they'd managed to win the war and return to Winterfell. Robb couldn't quite believe that they'd actually done it, but he was so happy that they had. They had successfully exchanged Jamie Lannister for his sister Sansa. The young woman had hugged Robb, her mother, and Y/N while crying happily and thanking them for saving her. Then, they had gone to search for Arya. They'd found her in the Riverlands travelling North. The girl had grinned brightly and cried as she reunited with her family. 

Grey Wind had been the one to find Bran, Rickon, Osha, and Hodor. The wolf had caught the scent of Summer and Shaggydog. Robb, Y/N, Edmure, and a few bannermen had followed the wolf and had found them camping near the Dreadfort. Y/N had been the one to ride ahead with Grey Wind and find them. Robb had found her kneeling on the ground hugging the two young boys as the three of them cried. It had been a wonderful sight to behold. 

They had all grown and matured so much since they last saw each other. It was so good to finally be reunited. 

Now, they were all back in Winterfell, they were a family again. The only people missing were Ned and Jon. Ned's bones were buried in the crypts beneath Winterfell so at least he was home. Jon was at the Wall, he was still a man of the Night's Watch. Robb hoped that his brother could come visit one day. Now that he was King in the North, perhaps Robb could send a raven asking for his brother to come to Winterfell for a few days. It would be good to see him again. 

Before they had returned to Winterfell, Theon Greyjoy had fled. Robb didn’t care, let the traitor and coward run and hide. The Gods could decide Theon’s fate.

Robb and Y/N were walking arm-in-arm along the walkways overlooking the courtyard. It still felt so surreal to be back here in the castle and to have Y/N by his side. They stopped and looked down at the courtyard. Sansa was sitting with her friend Jeyne Poole, both girls were chatting and laughing. Arya was sparring with one of the stable boys, she had the biggest smile on her face as she danced around the boy. The girl had come a long way. Bran was sat in his wheelchair that had been made for him, his mother was pushing him around and talking to him. Rickon was with them too, happily walking alongside Bran. Summer, Shaggydog, and Grey Wind were laying on the ground just watching people go by. 

"There's something I've been wanting to talk to you about since we arrived home," Robb said. 

"And what would that be?" you asked with a smile. 

Robb took her hands in his and turned so they were facing each other. "It might be sudden, but now that we're here, now that my family, our family, are safe, I want to rule the North in a way that my father would be proud of and I want to do that with you by my side." He placed one hand on her cheek. "I want you to be my wife." 

You were certainly taken aback by that, but a bright smile appeared on your face. "Robb, nothing would make me happier." 

Robb felt his heart swell in his chest and a grin appear on his face at her words. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned forward and attached his lips to hers. "I love you." 

"I love you too." 

"We shall announce the engagement tonight at dinner and we'll send ravens to the noble houses who helped us in the war. We can even send one to the Wall for Jon and invite him," Robb said. 

"I would like that," you replied. "Perhaps we can even ask Jon to walk me down the aisle. He's been like a brother to me my whole life." 

"I like that idea very much and I think Jon will like that too," Robb smiled. 

After months of planning, your wedding day was finally here. Your dress was grey like the direwolf of House Stark, a green direwolf had been stitched into the fabric of the dress at your left calf. The inside of the dress was white fur to keep you warm. The dress had all three colours of House Stark. The house you were loyal to. It was perfect. 

There was a knock on the door and one of your handmaidens opened it. Jon was stood at the door. Ghost was by his side. You had sent a raven months ago asking him to attend the wedding and walk you down the aisle. He had arrived a few days ago. "Jon," you grinned. You crossed the room to him and pulled him into a hug. Ghost nudged your hand and you scratched him behind the ear. 

"Everything's ready when you are, my lady," Jon smiled.

"There's no need for formalities, Jon, we're family," you told him. 

"And you're about to become the Queen in the North, you need to get used to the formalities, my lady," Jon replied. "Are you ready?" he asked, holding his arm out to her. 

"Yes," you smiled. You looped your arm through his. "Thank you for walking me down the aisle. It really means a lot." 

"You're family, it's my pleasure to get the honour of walking you down the aisle on your special day," Jon said. 

You and Jon walked out of the castle and started going towards the Godswood where the wedding was being held. You would be getting married beneath the weirwood tree where the Old Gods and the houses of the North and your family would bear witness. "I'm nervous," you admitted. 

"You will be fine, my lady. We all know how much you and Robb love each other, this marriage will be a good one, for both of you," Jon told her. He squeezed her hand and smiled at her. 

Robb was waiting beneath the weirwood tree. He looked at the end of the aisle as Y/N and Jon appeared. She looked so beautiful in her dress and knowing that she was about to become his wife filled Robb with this overwhelming feeling of love and happiness. Jon passed Y/N to him and he smiled at his brother before the other man joined the rest of his family. 

You looked at Robb and admired him for a moment. His blue eyes were shining like crystals from the light of the sun, his curly hair was in its natural state, and his beard still covered the lower half of his face. He looked very handsome, just like he always did. 

"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection," the Septon told Robb. 

Robb removed the cloak from around his shoulders and put it around Y/N's. The cloak bore the sigil of House Stark. This symbolically brought her under his protection and into his family. 

"My lords, my ladies, we stand here today in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. They are one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever," the Septon said. 

You and Robb held hands as you turned to face the Septon. He started tying a ribbon around your joined hands to symbolize your union. 

"Let it be known that Y/N Y/L/N and Robb of House Stark are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them apart." He finished tying the ribbon. "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." The Septon unravelled the ribbon. "Look upon each other and say the words." 

You and Robb turned to face each other with smiles on your face. At the same time, you recited the vows. "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger." You then said, "I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days." 

At the same time that Y/N said her last sentence, Robb said, "I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days." The vows were now finished. "With this kiss, I pledge my love," Robb said. He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her lovingly. They were now man and wife. They turned to face their guests who all applauded as they started walking down the aisle. 

The wedding feast was wonderful. Everyone was laughing and drinking and having a good time. It was great to see everyone getting along. Even Sansa and Arya were getting along and sharing jokes. All of the younger Stark children started talking to you. 

"Y/N, even though you’re the Queen in the North now, can we still go for rides on our horses and go for walks? Just like we used to before?” Sansa asked with a smile. “Please, we’re really sisters now and I would love it if we could still do that.”

"Can you still spar with me?" Arya asked hopefully. “I want to improve and be as good as you and Robb.” 

"Sansa, my darling, of course, we can still go for walks and rides on horses. Arya, my sweet girl, of course, we can still spar together," you told them. 

"Can I join you and Sansa on your rides? The saddler made me a new seat that I can put on my horse," Bran asked. 

"Of course you can join us, sweet one," you smiled. 

Rickon was sitting in Y/N’s lap giving her a cuddle and he was the next to ask something. "Will you, Robb, Jon, and Arya teach me how to shoot a bow and arrow and use a sword?" 

"Of course, little one," you replied, ruffling his curly hair. He giggled and you smiled. You didn't want to tell him that Jon would be going back to the Wall, not tonight, that could be a conversation for tomorrow. For now, you just wanted to see the young Stark children smile. 

Catelyn noticed Robb watching Y/N interact with the children. He had a smile on his face and love in his eyes. She placed a hand on her son's arm which made him look at her. "One day, those will be your children on her lap and asking you both to teach them things." 

"And I can't wait for that day, mother," Robb smiled. 

A couple of hours later, you and Robb were led from the Great Hall of Winterfell for the traditional bedding ceremony. You and Robb walked into his bedroom and closed the door behind you. It was only once the escorts had left that Robb crashed his lips to yours. You immediately kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

Tonight was the first night that you and Robb were together. It was sweet and tender and loving. You fell asleep under the bed furs wrapped in each other's arms. You looked forward to many more nights spent like this. 

You and Robb had been married for four months now and all was going well. He was a fantastic husband, but you expected no less of Ned Stark's son and the King in the North. 

You spent a lot of time with the Stark children, mainly Arya since she loved to spar with you. Rickon also loved playing games and learning to spar with you. Sansa and Bran liked going out on rides and talking. 

You were now walking in the courtyard with Grey Wind by your side. The direwolf had barely left you alone in the last few weeks. He seemed more protective than he had before, but you loved his company so you didn't say anything. Robb often made jokes about Grey Wind preferring you over him now. 

You and Grey Wind got to the stables where Robb and Arya were sparring together. You sat on the hay and Grey Wind laid down beside you and rested his head in your lap. You ran your hand through his fur as you watched Robb and Arya fight with their swords. The clashing of the steel filled the stables as the swords hit each other. You noted how much Arya had improved, she was graceful and light on her feet and even managed to take Robb down a couple of times. 

"You're getting much better at this, Arya," Robb complimented as he sheathed his sword at his hip. 

"Soon I'll be better than you, Robb," Arya teased. 

Robb laughed. "Alright, that's enough for one day. Go and get yourself cleaned up." 

Arya sheathed Needle and went over to Y/N and knelt down. "Did you see? Did you see me take Robb down? I'm getting better," she grinned proudly. 

"I did. You're definitely improving, sweet girl. Keep it up and soon you’ll be better than your brother," you replied. Robb playfully narrowed his eyes at you and you shot him a wink.

Arya grinned again and moved to hug Y/N, but stopped when Grey Wind let out a low growl. 

"Grey Wind, easy, it's just Arya," you soothed him. 

"Oh, don't worry about it." Arya waved Grey Wind's behaviour off. "He’s just super protective of you is all. Nymeria was the same with me,” she smiled. "I should go clean up," she said as she got up. "Bye." She waved to Y/N and Robb as she left the stables. 

"Now that you're here, would like to spar with me, my love?" Robb asked, holding his hand out to her. 

"I would," you agreed. You took his hand and he helped you to your feet. "Let's see if I can beat you," you teased. You unsheathed the sword that you kept attached to your hip and held it expertly in your hands. People hadn't been pleased with a woman and the Queen in the North carrying a sword, but Robb was fine with it, he knew it made you happy. He reminded the people that you were now their Queen and you could do as you pleased. If you wanted to carry around a sword and fight, then so be it. 

Robb drew his own sword and was about to take the first swing when Grey Wind suddenly jumped in front of Y/N and growled at him. Robb sheathed his sword again and looked at Y/N who looked just as confused as he did. "That's unusual. I know he's been protective of you lately and you've been spending a lot of time with him, but him jumping in front of you and growling at me is very unusual." 

"It is," you agreed. 

"We should go see the Maester, maybe he can give us answers on Grey Wind's strange behaviour," Robb suggested. 

You agreed and sheathed your sword before going to the Maester with Robb and Grey Wind. Robb knocked on the door and Maester Luwin called you in. 

"Ah, our King and Queen in the North, how may I help you today?" Maester Luwin asked. 

"We just want to talk to you about something," Robb started. "Grey Wind has been spending a lot of time with Y/N lately, which isn't anything unusual. He's been a little more protective of her. Y/N and I were just about to spar when Grey Wind jumped in front of me and growled. That's not like him, I was hoping you could help us." 

Maester Luwin pulled at the metal chain around his neck that was chafing against his skin. "They say animals can sense things like sickness and even pregnancy," he said thoughtfully. "Your Grace, when was the last time you bled?" he asked Y/N. 

You had to think for a moment before it hit you. Surely not? How hadn't you noticed before? "I. It's been two moons, Maester," you replied. 

Maester Luwin moved over to her and gently placed a hand on her stomach. "Well, may I give my congratulations now. It seems you are with child," he smiled, moving his hand away. 

You and Robb both looked at each other with tears in your eyes. This was really happening. He hugged you tightly. You could hear him sniffing back the tears. You were doing the same thing. 

Robb pulled away after a minute or two and placed his hand on Y/N's stomach. "We're going to be parents," he grinned. "Gods, I love you," he said to Y/N before kissing her deeply. He had all he'd ever wanted, he had his family, he had his wife, and now they were expecting a child. 

You smiled back at Robb and placed your hand over his. "I love you too." You kissed him again. You were beyond happy that you could have this with Robb.

Thoughts? 

Part 3 coming soon!

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A Token of Affection {Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Reader}

[Warning of a pinch of smut at the beginning.]

His hands were beneath her skirts, roaming to every inch of skin he could find, his nose buried in the crook of her neck. Theon had her pinned against the stone wall of the hallway, her legs around his waist. He released a quiet grunt as she rutted against him. “You’re such a tease.” He growled into her ear, squeezing her rear harshly. “Hanging on his every word, and draping yourself over him?”

Y/N Stark’s eyes were squeezed closed and she released a small gasp as he ground against her, her lips splitting into a self satisfied grin. “Jealousy’s a bad look on you, Greyjoy.“

Theon fumbled with the strings of his trousers, attempting to undo them without taking his attention off her. He continued to nibble up and down the column of the girl’s throat, leaving marks that would inevitably raise questions tomorrow.

Voices could be heard rounding the corner, bouncing off the stone corridors, and one in particular sent her into a panic. She began to paw at his shoulders, begging him in hushed whispers to release her. “Theon! Theon, stop!” She begged softly in an urgent tone. “Robb’s going to see!” She supplicated, resisting his touch.

Theon merely lifted a brow, finally pausing and meeting her eyes. After a moment of tortuous contemplation, he simply clasped a hand over her mouth to silence her, and tried to quiet his own breathing.

Footsteps echoed through the stone corridor, and Robb continued his conversation, pausing only slightly to glance around the corner where the two were hiding. Gradually, his voice receded, getting further away.

Theon gave her a wide smile, lowering his hand from her mouth as a sense of relief washed over him. Robb loved Theon like a brother, but that love would evaporate the moment he found out what the two had been doing behind closed doors. Theon had no doubts that Robb would defend his sister’s honor, and try to beat him into a coma.

Y/N released a sigh, her heartbeat pounding through her chest. “Let me go.” She ordered, her tone much more cool now.

He scoffed quietly, but did as she asked. “What did you want me to do? Let you run away and attract questions about what we were doing in the first place?”

“We almost got caught.” She commented lowly, wary of her volume. “My honor would be in shambles, and father would have difficulty marrying me to a peasant, let alone a prince!”

Theon had difficulty hiding the way his eyes rolled at her attempt of reason. "Maybe you should watch the way you speak to me, my lady.” The title was spoken with ire and anger, and their momentary passion had disappeared.

Y/N bit back the sour feeling in the pit of her stomach, leaning forward so her face was only inches away from his. “Don’t pretend like you’re above this, don’t pretend like you hate me when you know that if father would allow it you’d beg to marry me, you’d beg to-”

“Really? Because I’m sure I’m not the one who tumbled into your bed and begged for you to take my purity.” The words had a resounding effect, and he watched as her angry expression shattered, and made way for a hurt one. He reached forward to grasp her hand, trying to backtrack from what he’d said.

She ripped her hand out of his, taking a step backwards, and she struggled to contain the shaking of her hands by her sides as they clenched into fists.

Theon stared at her back as she turned away from him, frozen in place as she cursed at him. He watched her retreating figure as she ran away from him, and exited his life the same way she’d come in, tears streaming down her cheeks.

[Part 2? Sorry this is so short!]

[megsironthrone]

Mission

Anonymous asked: Hello! I’ve just found your blog and you seem so nice I’m like I’m the anon who asked for the Theon story. It’s okay if you don’t write smut, I’m sorry for asking! I’m fine with just the fluff, no problem :) Again, thank you!

Here is your one-shot, anon!! I apologize for taking so long! I do not own Theon Greyjoy. He belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Warnings: fluff; implied sexy times

Pairings: Theon Greyjoy x fem!reader

You hated Theon. There was no doubt about it. You couldn’t stand him and the feeling was mutual. So, when Robb asked the two of you to go scouting for more troops, you fought against it with every fiber of your being. There was no arguing with Robb, however and that’s how you found yourself traveling with the arrogant young man. He talked all the time and you were currently trying to tune him out.

              After hours of hearing him talk, you finally had enough. “Will you please be quiet? You’re voice is grating on my nerves.” Theon simply smirked and kept on talking. You groaned and scanned your surroundings. “We need to make camp,” you said, pulling your horse to a stop.  As you set up camp and settled down to rest, you prayed that Theon would finally stop talking long enough for you to sleep until it was your watch.

*time skip*

              Days turned into weeks of traveling with Theon. As you traveled, arguments turned into jokes and insults turned into playful teasing. It was only natural as Theon was your only companion. You were currently riding toward another Northern house to find troops and you were laughing at something Theon had said. He watched in awe as you threw your head back. In truth, Theon had never hated you. He hadn’t always liked you, but he’d always had a soft spot for you.

              You stopped laughing and glanced over at Theon. “What? Is there dirt on my face?” you asked when you caught him staring. He shook his head and tore his gaze away. “No.” Your brows furrowed together in confusion. Normally, he would have made some sort of quip or teasing insult. You rode the rest of the way in silence until you pulled your horse to as top outside the gates where Theon announced who you were.

              Soon, you stood before the lord of the house and his son. You were silent as Theon pleaded your case, but you couldn’t help but notice the young lord’s lingering gaze on you. “Our House has always backed House Stark and we will not change that now. Tell the King in the North that he has our army at his disposal.” You and Theon bowed in gratitude. When you turned to leave, you noticed Theon’s clenched jaw and balled fists.

              As soon as you were back on your horse, you spoke. “What is the matter, Greyjoy?” He didn’t say anything for a bit, despite or best efforts at trying to tease and cajole him into speaking. Finally, you gave up. When you stopped to make camp, Theon left you to get firewood. You got everything else ready and then sat down to ponder what could possibly be wrong with Theon Greyjoy.

              Hours later, when Theon still hadn’t said anything, you groaned. “That’s it. You either tell what is wrong right now, Greyjoy or I swear I will leave you to find your way back to Robb’s camp by yourself!” Theon looked at you for a moment and then asked, “Did you see the way that young lord was looking at you? Like you were some prized boar for the hunt?” You quirked a brow at him. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was…

              “By the gods, Theon, are you jealous?“ you quipped. He glared at you for a moment as you laughed heartily. The thought of Theon being jealous was hilarious to you considering the fact that you hated one another mere weeks ago. "Are you certain that young lord was interested in me and not you?” you asked in jest. Theon growled and got up to storm off. “Theon, wait! I was only joking! Come back!”

              He turned and met your gaze before stalking back to his seat by the fire. “I cannot understand why it bothered you so. It isn’t as though you care for me. You and I have hated each other from the start,” you continued talking, a nervous habit of yours. “I never hated you, Y/N. I didn’t like you, but I didn’t hate you and as we’ve journeyed together I have grown to l-” You cut off his rambling by pressing your lips to his. “I love you too, Greyjoy. I do not know when it happened, but it did,” you said.

              Theon’s shocked expression changed to his signature smirk. You were about to say something about knocking it off his face when he pulled you to him, his hands resting on your hips. He kissed you hungrily until you needed to part for air. “You know, my tent is big enough for two and the night is cold,” he said cheekily. You rolled your eyes and kissed him again, squealing into his mouth when you felt him pick you up and carry you into his tent. By the next morning, you would be able to tell Robb that your mission had been successful…in more ways than one.

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FANDOMS I WRITE FOR: - Supernatural - Sense8 (season 1) - Game of Thrones - Stranger Things (Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Billy) - The Walking Dead (seasons 1-5) - Harry Potter - The Maze Runner (books) - Hemlock Grove (Peter Romancek, Letha Godfrey)

NOT REAL PEOPLE. Requests always open, feed me.

Supernatural:

moving in Sam Winchester x female reader “I didn’t even realize you were slowly moving in until I noticed all your stuff was all over my place.” warnings: fluff

dreamily good Jo Harvelle x female reader “You just got your feelings confirmed. By a Dream. Nice, way to go y/n”. Warnings: fluff, light cursing

interview Dean Winchester x male reader “Do me a favour?” Warnings: jealousy

here’s right where i should be Dean Winchester x reader “Harry Styles - Woman” Warnings: jealousy

Sense8:

(not my gif)

conversations Wolfgang Bogdanow x reader “listening to you, is the best thing” Warnings: none

Game of Thrones:

i love you, i hate you Ramsay Bolton x female bisexual!reader “help me from drowning” Warnings: mentions of rape, angst, fluff

confusing love Theon Greyjoy x reader “love/hate relationship” Warnings: fluff, angst

cuddles Robb Stark x reader “playful cuddles” Warnings: FLUFF.

restaurant fun Theon Greyjoy x non-binary reader “modern!au” Warnings: fluff

cold Tormund Giantsbane x reader “cozy by the fire” Warnings: fluff

trip down memory lane Yara Greyjoy x female reader “you’re fun to tease” warnings: talk of smut, unresolved sexual tension

I can fuck / or I can fight Robb Stark x male reader “Don’t Matter - Kings of Leon warnings: accidental jealous!Theon (i’m throbb trash), cussing

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Game Of Thrones

Jon Snow

I’m sorry

Jon Snow x Reader

When Jon leaves for the wall he leaves everything behind including his lover what will happen when they reunite during the battle bastards but she is married.

What had to be done ft. Robb Stark (*Smut*)

Jon Snow x Reader x Robb Stark

Robb and his wife are unable to have children but need an heir. Jon is more than happy to help the young couple out.

Robb Stark

What had to be done ft. Jon Snow (*smut*)

Robb Stark x Reader X Jon Snow

Robb and his wife are unable to have children but need an heir. Jon is more than happy to help the young couple out.

I am truly the luckiest man

Robb Stark x Reader

Robb and his wife spend a few moments together with there children and Robb realizes just how lucky he truly is.

Happy Ever After

Robb Stark x Reader

Robb and his wife have been trying to have a child for a while with no luck. They decide to give it one more try. That try turns into three babies.

The Start Of Something Beautiful

Robb Stark x Reader

Robb discovers some new feelings for his best friend.

Both Of You Or None Of You Ft. Theon Greyjoy (Smut)

Robb Stark x Reader x Theon Greyjoy

Robb and Theon are in love with there best friend. She is in love with both of them and can't decide who she loves more.

Unexpected

Robb Stark x Baratheon Reader

The princess is betrothed to Robb Stark. She expects him to be like her father but one day she confronts him and is pleasantly surprised by his response.

I made it home

Robb Stark X Reader

Robb Stark’s best friend goes South with Ned and the girls. She is imprisoned by Joffrey. Robb is told she was executed alongside his father. The hound helps her escape and she finds her way back to his camp. What happens when they’re reunited?

Romeo and Juliet

Robb Stark x Lannister Reader

In this World War II AU. The readers older brother introduces her to an American Soldier Robb Stark and his friends. She hates him and all his men because they're the enemy but she is proved wrong when she spends time with her brother, Robb, and a Canadian soldier Theon, and an English soldier Jon. U.S's Robb Stark and Italy's Y/N Lannister fall for each other. What will happen to the two ill-fated lovers? Will they be happily ever after? Or will they mirror Romeo and Juliet a little too much?

Sansa Stark

Saved me

Sansa Stark x Bolton Reader

The reader helps Sansa escape from her older half-brother Ramsay. When Jon and his men capture her to execute her after the battle of the bastards. Sansa free her and the two reunite.

Eddard Stark

Second Chances

Eddard Stark X Lannister Reader

After Catelyn's death Ned vows to never wed again. What happens when the king forces him to marry Robert wife's sister.

Daenerys Targaryen

I want to ride a dragon (*smut*)

Daenerys Targaryen x Reader

Daenerys and her best friend get drunk one night and upgrade their relationship.

The curious Little Dragon Ft. Sandor Clegane

Deanerys Targaryen X daughter reader x The Hound Sandor Clegane

Deanerys daughter arrives at the dragon pit with her. She runs off and meets the Hound.

Sandor Clegane

The little wolf and the hound

Sandor Clegane x Stark Reader

Eddard Stark's eldest daughter escapes Kingslanding with the hound.

The Curious Little Dragon Ft. Daenerys Targaryen

The Hound Sandor Clegane x Daenerys Targaryen's daughter reader x Daenerys Targaryen

Deanerys daughter arrives at the dragon pit with her. She runs off and meets the Hound.

I Choose You My Puppy sequal to the curious little dragon

The Hound Sandor Clegane x Targaryen Reader

After Daenerys dies her daughter becomes queen. Every queen needs a king. Her closest companion and her personal guard The hound is there with her every step of the way. Sandor Clegane has fallen for her and she has fallen for him. What will she do?

Tormund Giantsbane

I have fallen in love with my enemy

Tormund Giantsbane x reader

All there lives children are told scary stories about the Wildlings. What happens when a Northen lady sides with Jon Snow and meets the wildings, more importantly, Tormund Giantsbane. What happens when she befriends the free folk king and falls for him

Set You Straight (*smut*)

Tormund Giantsbane x reader

When Tormund and his lover go to her sister's wedding and she spends the night flirting with Jon Snow. Her night ends in an argument and a sex filled night.

Oberyn Martell

Lost and found

Oberyn Martell x Niece/Adopted daughter of Tyrion Lannister reader

One of Elia Martell and Rhaegar Targaryen's children survived. There youngest daughter Y/N. She has been raised by Tyrion Lannister as his bastard daughter. What happens when your actual mother's brother comes for you. What happens when he falls in love with you.

Cersei Lannister

You Deserve Better

Cersei Lannister x Baratheon Reader

Robert's sister has fallen in love with the wife he mistreats. One night the lady has enough and goes to comfort the queen. The king's sister comforts Cersei and they become friends until one night after Robert mistreats his wife again and the reader goes to her rescue once again and they admit there shared feelings.

Joffrey Baratheon

I see you

Joffrey Baratheon x reader

Joffrey has been friends with the reader since they were children. One day there attacked and Joffrey leaves his betrothed Sansa Stark for dead. His best friend sees Joffrey as a monster and decides to avoid him. What happens when he comforts her. Will their true feelings come out? Will their friendship end forever?

Ramsay Bolton

I love you

Ramsay Bolton x reader

Ramsay's new bride just found out about her pregnancy when she is attacked. Her husband rescues her and confesses his love for there family.

You are mine (*Smut*)

Ramsay Bolton x Younger half-sister

Ramsay's younger half-sister meets a suitor. Ramsay doesn't like his secret forbidden lover spending the day with her possible husband so he shows her who he belongs to.

How did I get so lucky (*smut*)

Ramsay Bolton x Younger Half Sister

Ramsay and his younger half-sister have been together for years. Their father leaves and they finally get married and share a love-filled wedding night.

Too Little Too Late Ft. Theon Greyjoy

Ramsay Bolton x reader x Theon Greyjoy

Theon Greyjoy left his lover that was carrying there baby when he went to the Iron Islands. The night before he left they got in a huge argument. She left and met Ramsay Bolton. They fell in love and got married. Ramsay has raised her son as his own after all these years. What happens when the reader’s husband returns home with the father of her child as a toy. What happens when she can’t stop thinking of the memories.

Theon Greyjoy

That Should Be Me

Theon Greyjoy x Stark Reader

Theon Greyjoy cheated on his betrothed Y/N Stark. She gets engaged to another lord. What happens when he relives there memories. Will he go after her? Will he let her go? (Based on the song That should be me by Justin Bieber)

Safe Haven

Theon Greyjoy x reader

Theon Greyjoy is sent by Eddard Stark to fetch the men the King sent to serve Ned Stark's army from Kingslanding. Needing a good lay he headed to a brothel recommended by one of the soldiers. The reader was working her first night there and Theon was her first client. Theon saw how nervous she was and talked with her. The ward realized she was not happy, safe or here by choice. What will he do? Will he take her? Will he leave her?

Too Little Too Late Ft. Ramsay Bolton

Theon Greyjoy x reader x Ramsay Bolton

Theon Greyjoy left his lover that was carrying there baby when he went to the Iron Islands. The night before he left they got in a huge argument. She left and met Ramsay Bolton. They fell in love and got married. Ramsay has raised her son as his own after all these years. What happens when the reader's husband returns home with the father of her child as a toy. What happens when she can't stop thinking of the memories.

Both Of You Or None Of You Ft. Robb Stark (Smut)

Theon Greyjoy x reader x Robb Stark

Robb and Theon are in love with there best friend. She is in love with both of them and can't decide who she loves more.

WWE

Dean Ambrose

I see the way you look at her

Dean Ambrose x Reader

Dean and the reader are dating but the reader decides to break up with him after she sees that he is in love with Renee Young.

I only have eyes for you (Sequal to I see the way you look at her)

Dean Ambrose x reader

The reader has won the Raw Women's championship from Alexa Bliss and is celebrating in the ring when her Ex- Dean Ambrose comes out. The lunatic Fringe congratulates her and then proposes. What will she say?

Jealousy looks good of you (*Smut*)

Dean Ambrose x reader

Dean and the reader meet up with reader's best guy friend. Reader and her friend are quite flirty and Dean takes off. She goes after him. When she walks in the house Dean shows her that jealousy looks good on him.

Seth Rollins

Do you think that low of me

Seth Rollins x reader

Seth Rollins and his on-screen girlfriend/friend with benefit gets pregnant and then avoids him. One day he confronts and she admits the news. Will they get together? What will happen to the two now that they know they're expecting?

Brie Bella

Age Doesn’t Define Us

Brie Bella x Reader

Brie has a girlfriend that is five years younger than her. It was a bad week for the two but Brie proves how much she loves her and cares for her through it all. First there was the hate in the internet, then a sleazy guy at the nightclub and last but not least Charlotte flair at Brie’s work.

13 Reasons Why

Justin Foley

You can’t blame yourself

Justin Foley x reader

Justin's girlfriend gives him a little comfort after he breaks down from his guilt about Hannah's suicide.

Sons Of Anarchy

Jax Teller

I am so sorry but you can’t leave us you can’t leave me I need you

Jax Teller x Winston Reader

Jax and Opie's little sister got together after Tara's death. They were together for a year when the reader finds out Jax slept with Wendy. The reader goes to leave Jax when he proposes. WIll she leave? Will she say yes?

Reign

Francis

I have made a lot of mistakes but your not one we are not one

Francis x Stuart Reader

When Mary takes off Francis and her sister fall in love. Mary returns and a bunch of madness occurs including her and Francis's marriage. Feeling betrayed the reader doesn't talk to Mary, Francis, or Lola until one day Francis and Kenna forces her to talk with him. He admits to loving her more than his wife. What will happen?

Inhumans

Maximus

My Queen

Maximus Boltagon x Amaquelin reader

Queen Medusa's little sister and Maximus were together when he took over Attilian. He brought the princess to the throne room and told her their family abandoned them. He asked the reader to marry him an be his queen. What did she say?

Riverdale

Fp Jones

Serpents Stick Together

Fp Jones x younger (legal) single mother Fogarty Reader

Your a young single mom returning back to Riverdale to your sick mom, younger brother, the southside, the serpents, all of your old friends including the former serpent king Sheriff Jones. You both discover some feelings for one another. Will you act on them? Will you ignore them? Read to find out?

Marvel

Logan AKA Wolverine

Love At First Sight

Logan AKA Wolverine x Summers Reader

Havok and Cyclops little sister and Logan fall in love at first sight

The Originals

Niklaus Mikaelson

A pleasant surprise (smut)

Niklaus Mikealson x reader

Klaus and his lover were turned into vampires together. They have loved one another for centuries. Klaus makes a mistake with a certain werewolf and gets her pregnant. The reader is upset but she forgives the original hybrid and they make love. But she gets a pleasantly shocking surprise.

Multi Chapter fics

Riverdale

The Dark Truth

Chapter 1: Fireworks

Scarlett Blossom x Winter-Rose Jones (Platonic)

Scarlett and Winter-Rose hear a unidentified bang that ends life as they know and kick starts there journey to discover the dark truth of Riverdale

[thenoblehouseofdayne]

Greedy {Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Reader}

[Just another one shot idea that wouldn’t leave my head! Language and brief smut warning!]

§

In all her experience with the ward, Y/N could be assured of one thing. Theon’s attention was always fleeting. In the throes of passion, she would be the only woman in the world, but the moment his gaze wandered, she’d lose him.

She could feel his gaze from afar, and it made her hair stand on end. She suddenly found it difficult to resume her conversation with Sansa, struggling to hide how her cheeks flushed when she caught his eyes. She’d never been a good liar, but in that moment it felt as if every person in the room knew their secret.

Theon on the other hand seemed perfectly at ease, seamlessly continuing his usual banter with the eldest Stark, careful not to stare and attract her brother’s attention. He chuckled offhandedly at something Robb had said, flashing a familiar smile that had the Stark girl’s stomach in knots.

Excusing herself suddenly, a muttered apology to Sansa, she stepped out of the great hall, rushing outside to draw breaths of the cool winter air. The winds stung her exposed skin, but her blush gradually receded, and she felt as if she could breathe again. Attempting a neutral expression, Y/N kept her head down, making her way back towards her chambers and not sparing a glance in Theon’s direction.

She certainly did not expect the Greyjoy to be waiting on her bed.

Theon smiled brazenly at her, standing to meet her. “Morning.” His hands found her hips and he held her at arm’s length. His eyes flicked towards the bed, clearly implying what he wanted.

Y/N’s neutral expression faltered, and she carefully stepped out of his reach, crossing her arms. “I’d like you to leave.”

It was almost a relief to see the smirk drop off his face, his brow furrowing. He attempted to grab her again, a bit more gently this time, and was again surprised when she sidestepped his advances. “Why are you cross with me?”

She was careful not to betray her emotions through her expressions. Sighing under her breath, she lied shakily. “I don’t want this anymore.”

He blinked, his frown deepening almost unnoticeably. “Is it something I did?” Then, prompted with no response, he continued. “Did I offend you? I thought this was what we both wanted?” His hand caught her elbow as she walked away from him, pulling sharply.

She remained silent, staring out the window at the freshly fallen snow, her posture rigid and her back turned. Leave. She beseeched him silently.

Theon’s expression hardened, and he released the grip on her elbow. “I see.” A subtle smile broke across his face. “You’re jealous.”

She whirled around, staring at him with audacity. “I am not jealous!”

Theon hummed under his breath, sweetly avoiding her gaze. “Of course not, why else would you be suddenly cross with me, swearing off any love we ever had?”

“I do not love you, Greyjoy.” She spat, growing exceptionally more angry with each word that left his lips. She attempted to shove him, throwing out her hands.

Theon caught her wrists and fixed her with a illicit smile. “Of course you don’t love me. You lust after me.” He breathed, his dark eyes twinkling as he held her close.

Her jaw ticked almost unnoticeably.

“Why do you want to stop now? Worried that your betrothed will find out? That your brothers will?" He laughed softly, and the sound had her in knots. He pressed an open mouthed kiss just below her ear, nipping lightly. "Your betrothed doesn’t stand a chance.” He pulled back and fixed her with a dark stare. “No one can fuck you like I do.” His hands found her waist, and he pulled her back towards the bed. Loosely pinning her wrists above her head, as if she’d run.

Y/N wiggled in his grasp, fighting to keep a sour expression on her face. She lifted her hips slightly to assist him as he pushed her skirt up towards her waist. “We’ll have to be quick.” She warned, glancing towards the unlocked door.

Theon growled softly, kissing up the column of her throat. “I’ll take as long as I want.” He murmured, slowly beginning to rut his clothed package against her. He quickly unlaced his breeches, pulling out his length and running it up and down her silken folds. Finally, he sunk himself into her heat slowly, a soft groan on his lips. There was nothing elegant or dignified about the way he took her, there never was. This wasn’t about honor- it was about pleasure and pride.

She moaned breathlessly, his grip on her wrists tightening as she wiggled against his grip.

His hips snapped against hers, soliciting another moan from the girl beneath him. His smile was intoxicating, and he released her wrists without a second thought.

Her hands flew to his shoulders, squeezing tightly as his snappish motions continued, her lips pressed to his in a heated moment of passion. He tasted like cheap wine and northern spices, and she hated it. She hated how she couldn’t resist him.

He kept true to his word and took his time, before finally finishing with a quiet grunt. Withdrawing from her embrace, he re-laced his breeches and smiled at her, the familiar twinkling back in his eyes. Slipping on his boots, he made his way towards the door. He glanced back at her and frowned imperceptibly. Rushing back to her bedside, he engaged her in one last passionate kiss that stole her breath, before disappearing out her door.

She hugged the covers up around her body, hiding her shame. She glanced back at the door, touching her own lips gently. She rested her head back on the pillows, a frown stuck on her tender expression. "Goodnight. "

[thenoblehouseofdayne]

Loyalty {Robb Stark x Male! Reader}

@andtheytoldustotellyouhello requested “Or where male!reader is the heir of the vale and he comes to pledge for the king of the north, his cousin?”

[Thanks for the request! Cousin incest and smut warning!]

§

Even the gray skies could not dampen his spirits.

His eyes were filled with wonder, taking in every inch of the war encampment. It was as if he was five and ten again, watching the Knights of the Vale spar in the courtyard.

Men were gathered in the thousands, all united behind his cousin, the King whose name is Stark. A whole village of tents and the bustle was intoxicating. No man seemed to mind him, and he brushed shoulders with several as he passed through the large crowds. He was invisible here. Not the Heir to the Vale, or the eldest son of Jon Arryn. Just a man.

“Y/N!”

His head shot up, and he searched for the source of the voice.

Theon Greyjoy waved him over. Clapping him on the back, he smiled brightly. “To what do we owe the pleasure, my lord?”

Y/N smiled wistfully at the distant childhood memory. Titles meant nothing then, and they carried nothing but weight now. He was the Heir to the Vale, and the eldest son of the former Hand of the King. He couldn’t act as he had in his younger years, and he couldn’t pretend that the thought didn’t terrify him. “I’ve heard we have a new King.” He played along, giving Theon a teasing smile. “I thought I’d size the bastard up.”

A deep chuckle sounded from inside the tent. “Watch yourself, Arryn. I could have your tongue for that.” Robb stepped out of the tent, embracing his cousin tightly- and for a moment too long. He held Y/N at arm’s length, smiling widely. “It’s been too long. Look at you, you’re a man grown.”

Y/N’s smile faltered slightly, and he tried not to show the impact of Robb’s words. “Indeed.” He gnawed on the inside of his cheek, struggling with the newfound awkward silence.

Robb held back a tent flap and gestured inside, carefully closing it behind him. “We can discuss in here.” He turned to face his cousin, eyeing him again before speaking. “Why are you here?” He pried curiously, taking the seat across from Y/N.

Y/N managed a polite smile. “I’m here on behalf of the Vale. I must bend the knee before our new King.” There was a teasing tone to his words, and it was not missed by Robb.

“Indeed.” He mused in a mockingly haughty way. “I presume you have terms?” Robb’s smile was something else, bright and warm.

“I would stay in the war encampment as one of your bannermen in lieu of my mother.”

Robb nodded. Careful not to miss a single word. Despite how close the two were, this was Lysa Arryn speaking, not his dearest cousin.

“The Knights of the Vale would be at your disposal. And I would be on your small council.”

“This all seems quite reasonable,” Robb confessed, getting to his feet. “I believe we have an agreement?” He held out a hand as if to shake on it.

Y/N smiled and nodded, shaking Robb’s hands, and silently noting how warm they seemed to be.

“Now,” Robb began, letting his fingers trace the edge of the table. “For the sake of tradition. I need you to bend the knee and promise me your loyalty in the battles to come.” His smile was anything but serious and regal.

With a lackluster energy, Y/N carefully plopped down onto his knees, sitting back on his heels and staring up at Robb. “What do you want me to say?”

Robb’s hand caressed the boy’s chin, his fingers tracing his jawline, seemingly purposely ignoring his cousin’s question. “You look good like this.” He had so effortlessly crossed the line between proper and improper. “You always did.” And he veered wildly into an improper territory.

Memories flooded his mind, old and hazy memories of summers spent at Winterfell, and nights spent in Robb’s chambers. The Young Wolf did enjoy the power that accompanied forcing his lover to kneel before him and pleasure him. “Robb…” Y/N murmured warningly, casting a wary glance towards the tent flaps.

"I missed you.” Robb continued, taking a gentle grip of Y/N’s chin and forcing the boy to meet his eyes. “Did you miss me?”

How easily they fell back on old routines. “This isn’t a good idea…” Y/N murmured, with dwindling reluctance. He could only hold out for so long.

“Well,” Robb released his cousin’s chin, taking a seat in a plush leather-lined chair. “Prove your loyalty to me. Pledge your loyalty to your king.”

Y/N crawled forward, pausing in front of the chair and staring up at Robb. “Are you sure?” They weren’t children anymore, and this wasn’t harmless fooling around. There were feelings attached, and they both knew that.

“Yes,” Robb breathed a bit exasperatedly. “I want you.”

Y/N’s smile was sunny and endearing. Calmly undoing the strings of Robb’s trousers, and resting back on his heels. There was something so breathtaking about that moment. The way Robb’s cheeks flushed, or how neither was concerned with watching the door. The familiar way Y/N wrapped his soft hands around Robb’s length, or the gentle kisses he’d lay up and down the shaft. The way one of Robb’s hands would remain tangled in his lover’s hair, or the way he’d groan lowly.

It was only a few moments, but it felt like an eternity before Robb spoke again. “Open.”

It was a simple command, and Y/N obliged willingly, letting his jaw relax as he began to engulf Robb’s length with his warm and wet mouth.

Robb’s chest rose and fell heavily, his lips parted as he moaned softly. He began to lift his hips, working his length further into the other man’s mouth. It was different this time, as they knew it would be. They weren’t children now, and they both knew what they wanted.

It was a shame they didn’t want the same thing.

Robb’s hips stuttered, and he released his seed onto Y/N’s tongue. He groaned loudly as he finished, taking a moment to catch his breath. He gave his cousin a lazy smile, his head lolling back as his posture visibly relaxed. “You’ve proven yourself most loyal indeed.” Robb laughed breathlessly.

And Y/N gave only soft chuckle in response, his heart in his throat.

They weren’t children anymore. Titles meant everything. Robb was a King. He’d marry a pretty lady and she’d be his Queen. They would never want the same things, and any love between them was doomed.

But Y/N fell for him again and again.