“Follow The White Rabbit”

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“Oh, dear, I shall be late!”

(I) Castle Boundaries

(II) A Madman’s Diaries

(III) Her library’s Tomes

𓊆ྀིKINKTOBER 2025𓊇ྀི—ongoing

Divider by @uzmacchiato

This theme is inspired by @eldrith (hope this is okay!! ᐢ..ᐢ)

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I apologize again for the delay on Kinktober.

Ive been having some health issues as of late and am feeling immensely unmotivated and have decided to end all of the fics planned for Kinktober. I will likely return to them some other time, but it feels dishonest to keep any anticipation for it going when I have no intention of finishing them soon.

I apologize, and I hope you understand.

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I want to apologize for the lack of recent posts!!

Ive been super busy outside of writing but I promise the Kinktober fics will be here, although they will be late

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Hello! Do you write for Jace Targaryen? A cuckhold Jace for Kinktober, perhaps

KINKTOBER DAY 6: CUCKHOLDING—JACAERYS VELARYON

You knew this dinner was meant to be disastrous. You felt it that morning in your bones, how your lip subconsciously curled when you woke next to your husband.

Your sweet husband. A careful hand combed the loose strands of your hair back, looking upon your face with affection. But still, there was a rigidness in your spine, a tightness in your muscles.

“I don’t think I want to attend tonight’s dinner, I’m not feeling well.” One nail grazed down his chest, tracing the firm muscle covering his abdomen and ribs.

Jace lifted your face, a curled finger beneath your chin that made you meet his eye. Love filled his gaze, and a thumb soothed over your lip in adoration. “There’s no need to worry, I assure you.”

A knit formed between your brows at his tone. “I only told you I don’t feel well.”

“You’re lying,” his tone didn’t father, though. He remained calm, using his finger to trace your features gently, as though you were a piece of art. “You don’t wish to go for the other guests in attendance.”

Because to him, you were. Something to be cherished, a sculpture given life. He could spend a day lying in this bed, just gazing upon your face and being allowed to touch you. A distant dream, a fragile vision he thought he’d never have the opportunity to touch. A creature so magnificent as you had never existed, and he had every intention of treating you like the highest treasure.

“I do not lie, Jacaerys.” Fire crossed your eyes, the accusation warming your face.

“You do this morn.” His thumb soothed the line between your brows, placing a kiss there.

You could only huff. Not because he was wrong, or that it offended you, only because of he went about it. He was entirely correct, you couldn’t deny that, but it made embarrassment and a twinge of fury bubble beneath your skin.

Other than a mild stomach ache last week, you’d been in perfect health, which meant your attendance was to be unquestioned. You sighed, curling tighter into Jace’s warmth beneath the linen sheet.

The lights burned too bright. The heat was crawling up your back like a serpent, quickly making you squirm in your seat. Even the food placed in front of you made you wince back in discomfort.

Jace’s hand felt like a grounder on your knee. Gently rubbing at the skin through the fabric of your gown, but a little too engaged in conversation to glance your way. He was the heir to the throne, after all, there was much to speak about.

Your back was tight, spine painfully straight while your eyes scanned the dinner table. Other than the one person you were attempting to avoid with all your will.

Aegon. The oldest prince. Not that he was a threat to you or your family, but he likes to cause trouble. Mainly between you and Jace. He enjoys watching the two of you have a whole conversation with your angry eyes, gets a kick when Jace’s grip on his silverware tightens.

He’s caused many a fight between you and Jace, stirring up an argument with his presence alone.

It usually started the same, with him insulting Jace or sending a mild innuendo your way, just to see your husband’s brow twitch. And in typical Aegon fashion, he’d planted himself directly across from you at the table, meaning each time you glanced up, lost in whatever conversation caught your attention, your eyes met.

Aemond sat at his left, mirroring Jace at your right. A guard dog, so to speak. Not that Aemond would ever hurt you, but he holds no love in his heart for Jacaerys, due to the controversial manner of his and Luke’s legitimacy.

Helaena was seated on his right, picking senselessly at the pork on her plate. Lucerys sat on Jace’s right, with Rhaenyra at the table’s head, followed by Daemon. A strange seating arrangement, to be sure.

Looking up from his plate, Jace glanced over and caught the little snarl of your lip with knowing eyes. His hand slid from your knee’s curve to the hand clenched in your lap. Nerves were getting to you. Certainly due his uncle.

The gentle squeeze over your clenched knuckles quickly made you ease, shoulders slouching only enough to soothe Jace’s worry. A certain hand brought yours up to his lips, making an already tense dinner all the more awkward when he locked eyes with Aegon and pressed a dry kiss to your knuckles.

His uncle only snickered, lifting his goblet just to occupy his hands. Aemond’s grin didn’t falter, though his single eye roared with malice.

Helaena stood. The goblet looked unnatural in her little hand, and her mouth worked before she spoke.

“I propose a toast to my niece-in-law, in honor of her labor. Motherhood will treat you well, I hope.” Her eyes were wide, though not focused solely on you. She seemed to be looking more through you, behind your eyes and directly into your mind as though she could see some omen others couldn’t. It made your body stiffen, though you trusted she was coming from a kind place.

“Thank you, princess. You yourself have birthed beautiful children.” You briefly lifted a chalice her way, a more relaxed smile on your face. It wasn’t the same tense, routine, polite smile you’d given to everyone else at dinner. Your affection for Helaena couldnt be underestimated, she’d always been kind to you. Which only soured Aegon’s actions further.

Dinner after her toast had been calmer. Rhaenyra smiled kindly upon her sons, Alicent was quick to raise a toast to Baela and Rhaena on their engagements to Lucerys and another lord you weren’t familiar with.

Aemond and Aegon exchanged in short conversation while Helaena mumbled to her plate.

You eased, hand now locked with your husband’s. He was calm, trading laughs with his brother on his right while circling your skin covering your knuckles with his thumb.

Then you felt it. A foot nudged your ankle. Your brows furrowed for a moment before retracting and muttering an apology to silver-haired man in front of you.

He smiled. Something knowing. It made your neck heat when he stared you down, like an animal stares at its pray to ensure its dinner. Wild eyes, wide as saucers but with soft, lilac irises.

The shoe nudged you again. Just the flowing end of your skirt. Your eyes locked, a more skeptical glare behind them. Jace was still a little preoccupied with Lucerys, making your lip curl in frustration.

With a nasty eye, you pulled back your feet again, forcing you back into your chair and against the board at your back.

His foot pursued. Nudging at your skirts again and forcing them up to your knees. You gasped when his foot brushed your stocking-covered thigh, making Jace finally glance over.

“Are you well?” He asked, still a smile from his brother’s antics.

You felt guilty to cause a scene. Not only were you praised by Helaena and made a spectacle, but Jace was having a good time. Sipping his wine and laughing with his brother, he looked like a king in the making. It made your heart warm and gut twist in equal measure.

“Yes, my love, all is well.” You squeezed his strong hand, thumbnail tracing his skin.

“You ignore your wife, Jacaerys. She feels neglected, I’m sure.” Aegon interrupted, making Jace shoot him a threatening glare.

He noticed your face, though. Your brows were furrowed, lips trembling and parted with unspoken words on your tongue. Your cheeks are warm, making you look delectable in the low light. His eyes followed an invisible string to the other side of the table, meeting his uncle’s eye.

“Do you want him?” Jace asked suddenly, closing the chamber’s door behind you.

The question tore you from the daze you’d been in the remainder of dinner. “What?”

“Aegon. Do you want him—do you want him the same way you want me?” He didn’t seem too upset over the question, just sipped more Dornish wine from his goblet and leaned on a nearby table.

His eyes were almost cold, not remotely similar the affection he carried for you. Entirely out of character.

“Jacaerys—“ you began, though he only approached to pull you close.

One hand on your hip, pulling you flush to his chest while another cradled your face. Still warm despite his gaze, still your husband.

“Tell me.”

Your throat worked, lips parting before finding proper words to speak. “He is..an attractive man, despite his flaws.”

“Yes, or no.” He seemed more insistent now, louder with his demand.

Your voice quieted, low and ashamed. “Yes.”

Jace almost smiled, fingers squeezing you with love. His brown eyes undoubtedly held disappointment, despite his persistence on honesty. With a certain amount of formality, he lowered his head, capturing your lips in an unbearably gentle kiss. It had a finality, one that made your chest tighten.

“Can you not please your wife, nephew?” Aegon spoke softer than usual, reaching out to stroke your cheek. You weren’t fooled, it was veiled pride only there to ease your nerves.

His touch wasn’t as gentle as Jace’s, not quite as kind, either. Still, you leaned into his hold when a hand slipped beneath your hair to cradle the back of your neck.

“You need me to do it for you?” There was no doubt Aegon was enjoying this, the tense air between you and Jace. He laughed softly, eyes trailing shamelessly down your clothed body. A fire only dragons possessed raged behind his cold eyes, yet it didn’t warm your heart like Jace’s fire had—it chilled you straight to the bone.

“Jace, we don’t have to do this.” Goosebumps prickled on your smooth skin when Aegon teased the loose neckline of your slip, allowing it to fall from your shoulder.

A hand shot up to shield your body from the eyes of your uncle-in-law, making his tongue click. Then he laughed, definitely the result of too much wine. But before he could speak, Jace interrupted.

“I’ve seen you watch him,” he leaned back in a plush seat, chalice held loosely between his fingertips. He looked royal, like a true dragon—covered in reds and black, relaxed against his current throne. “I want to prove a point.”

“Which is?” Your brows furrowed, though a hand slipped into your hair, testing your resolve. Aegon tugged. Not hard, just enough to pull your head back and tear your eyes from the man sitting in the room’s corner. Testing.

“That he can’t fuck you better than I can.”

You gasped at the stretch of you cunt, hands fisting the sheets beneath you to muffle the sounds desperate to be released. This felt..wrong. Immensely.

It felt like cheating on your husband. Your loyal, kind, soon-to-be-king husband. You know, the one sitting in the corner watching you get speared by his uncle?

It felt nice, though. No, not just nice, it was fucking amazing. He was smaller than Jace, though the thought of taking another man made you tighten around his eager cock.

“Mmh—fuck, she’s tight, Jace,” He taunted the nickname, before leaning down into your ear. “Never fully stretched you out, huh?”

You squirmed, bare tits rubbing anxiously against the linen below, head lifting to watch your husband.

He was still there, real as before, shoulders at ease, though his dark eyes seemed to hold something dangerous. Desire or contempt, you couldn’t be sure. His legs were spread wide, though one ankle rested on his knee as he watched. His gaze was nothing like his uncle’s, for where he’d been perverse and almost demeaning, Jace worshipped. like you were the most perfect creature he’d ever set his sights on, and was determined you’d be his.

He’d long since cleared the wine, now with nothing to do with his fingers, Jacaerys trembled. With eager eyes, he traced the lines of your body—the arch of your back, the underside of your breasts, your tight jaw and quivering thighs. His own cock twitched at the sight of his wife, being taken by another man. Was that wrong to say? The thought should disgust him, he’s sure—make him angry to watch someone else pleasing his girl, but you did it for him. So what’s it matter?

He’d certainly drive himself to madness if it means he can have you every day, even if it’s just watching.

A choked gargle fell freely into the chamber when Aegon sucked at the sensitive skin of your shoulder. Arousal flared low in Jace’s belly, because you didn’t sound the same for Aegon as you did him. It was restrained and faint, like he wasn’t even trying to please you.

No matter. He’d handle it soon enough.

It felt foreign to you, feeling someone else this way, especially when your husband sat just ten feet away.

“A—ah!” You squeaked, legs trembling when he pushed your face deeper into the bed, allowing him a different angle to press against the softer spot inside of you.

His hands slid quickly back to your hips, squeezing the fat in his palms in the throes of pleasure. Aegon’s short nails left red crescents on your skin, silver hair sticking to his face as he rocked his hips back up against the fat of your ass. It made a nasty slapping noise that reddened your face, though it seemed to bother no one else.

“Don’t leave marks on my wife, Aegon.” A voice broke through the charged tension, one that made you grin into the sheets.

Even when taking you himself, Jace never left marks. Said he ‘didn’t need them to prove you were his’, and he didn’t wish to defile your body.

“Your wife is just fine, right?” Without stopping his hips’ movements, Aegon lifted your head with a firm grip on your scalp. It forced you to nod, chasing his body when you ground back.

“You’ll listen to what I say.”

“Ohhh, so authoritative, aren’t you, nephew?” Despite his pride, Aegon seemed to heed the warning, voice shaky and low when he pressed deeper into you.

“Aegon.” He asserted.

“Gods above,” said man groaned into your shoulder, licking up to your neck before pressing a strangely soft kiss behind your ear, tender. “I heard you. You truly do have all the makings of a king, if only you could please your wife, you’d already be crowned.” The blow was inevitable.

“Aegon, please!” Your weak voice persisted, shaking form almost falling limp without his steady grip. “I’m close, please!”

“Hush now, the men are speaking.” He grinned soundly, slamming into you with a hard thrust to make you squirm before falling silent.

It only took a few more slower, steady rolls of his slender hips to make you fall apart beneath him, back arching and tensing harshly before you stilled. A pitiful cry tore from your mouth when you came, nails tearing desperately at the mattress.

Aegon grinned in triumph, quick to continue pursuing his own pleasure. His hand firmly gripped your ass, pulling you instead onto him rather than moving himself.

“You are dismissed, prince Aegon.” Jacaerys spoke suddenly. It was, however, harder to dismiss the wet spot gathering on his breeches, and the slow, subconscious grind he’s been doing to the chair beneath him.

The room stilled. Your sore neck forced you up, but Aegon paused. “What?”

You only hummed tiredly.

“I said you’re dismissed.”

“I just—“

“It would be a shame to send a prince to the Wall.” A thinly veiled threat.

You weakly collapsed back onto the mattress, body no longer throbbing with the ache of position, rather a new soreness as Aegon wisely escorted himself back to his chambers.

“Jacaerys, I—“

“Don’t explain yourself, you were magnificent.” His tone was warmer than when Aegon was present, caring and slow as he stepped over towards the bed.

“Though I do only have one request.”

Your head lifted to where your husband leaned over you. A slow hand raised to touch his face, stroke his cheek with a trembling hand. “Anything, my dragon.”

“Tell me,” Jace leaned down, stroking your hip before running a finger through your drenched folds. “Tell me he can’t fuck you like I can.”

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cregan stark and praise kink i BEG

KINKTOBER DAY 5: PRAISE KINK—CREGAN STARK

Cregan wasn’t entirely sure where it came from.

Maybe it was earlier in his childhood, when his mother stroked the top of his head and told him how gentle and smart he is— twitch. Or when his father ruffled the messy auburn curls atop his scalp and assured him how just of a ruler he was meant to be—twitch.

He hadn’t even noticed it until he first met you.

But now that little tic in his neck extended to you.

He’d complimented your beauty. Standing at the altar when he lifted that veil from your face, no longer obscured, he spoke softly as to not interrupt the septon.

“I hope I’m not a disappointment to you, my lord.” Your voice was small, but you looked determined, assured.

Cregan’s breath caught. What had you said? He wasn’t sure. “You..are not a disappointment to me. You’re magnificent, my lady.” He had to assume based on a few words he’d caught the tail of.

A sweet, polite grin pulled at your lips, relief was evident behind your eyes. “You honor me. You are everything they promised and more.”

His muscles tensed. Your praise rooted at the base of his neck, making his cheeks warm before falling silent.

It wasn’t as though he never got any compliments, as ‘King in the North’, all you hear about is how great you are. For hours, at every gathering, it’s always how generous and wise he is. To the point it’s mind-numbing.

Never from you, though. He preens beneath your words, like an eager pup. When you sit on his lap, perched on one of his large thighs, he can’t focus on whatever he’s trying to write when he speak to him. What was it about? Something stupid he’s sure. To some plump lord who can’t read without his maester’s assistance, more than likely.

“You were kinder to that lord than I would have been, if I had been you,” your hand pawed at his shoulder. “Your restraint is admirable.”

Those pretty words sent a roll of shivers down his spine. His cock stirred, neck prickled with pleasure. “It—he was obnoxious.”

Is this how children act? He felt like a boy again, the first time he came face-to-face with a whore, when he’s sputtering and can’t even hold his gaze upright.

You were a beautiful woman, no doubt, but it feels unnecessary that he’s so torn-up about you all the time.

One of your hands reached up, stroking through the longer strands of hair back to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. “I miss you when you’re so busy like this.”

A larger hand splayed on your lower back, nails curled into the thick material of your gown. “Aye, I hate to be apart from you and the babe, I’m always worried of what could happen.”

And as sweet at that was, it’s went further than that. It was want, something craving and needy.

“Mmh—Cregan! Fuck, you feel so good.” A whimper fell from your mouth where he slammed up into you, hands pressing onto the mattress at either side of your head. You hadn’t had time to breathe for the last hour, the prominent stretch between your legs making your eyes squeeze closed.

A hand reached up to hold your face, pulling your gaze towards his own. He wanted to hear you say it again, tell him how good he was doing, how good he was making you feel. “Look at me,” he growled. “My wife, my wife.” The words were repeated like a mantra, faint whispers under his breath like he was attempting to assure himself.

Weakly, you pried your eyes open. He was sweating, eyes hooded with pleasure. His cheeks and ears were red, exhausted and flushed from your efforts. “You’re so beautiful, my husband. So lovely.”

He moaned. Like, hard. A choked sound made against your throat, punctuated with a hard thrust. He faltered between your thighs, fingers squeezing at the soft flesh before notching them further up his hips. “Gods—“

“Keep going—mhm, just like that..” his pace slowed a fraction, allowing your words to become more than the coherent babbling they once were. The haze behind your eyes cleared, allowing you the strength to claw at his shoulders with shaky fingers.

He loved hearing you. It boosted his ego and sent vibrations down his shoulders, back down his spine, all the way to his hips, where he rolled his hips up into your dripping cunt. And your sounds were just so lovely. Weak groans and pleading whines that made him flush with affection, fueled the need in his loins.

Your cunt clenched tight around him, gripping his cock like it was trying to suck him dry. The two of you shared a groan, your eyes rolling practically into your skull when your head fell back against the mattress. Drool clung to the corner of your mouth, evidence of your want.

He was growing closer by simply looking upon your face. You looked beautiful, so torn exhausted, a small smile on your perfect lips from bliss. Gods, you were certainly a picture. One he would worship until the end of his days.

“I’m close!” Your tone strained, muscles coiling tight as your husband drove you nearer to another orgasm. Your cunt fluttered around him, making him grumble lowly into your jaw before nipping above your pulse.

“Show me, show me how good you feel, my wife.”

And you did. A sharp gasp was ripped from your throat, sounding borderline painful as your legs locked tightly around his bare hips. They trembled while locked between your legs, ankles locked at the base of his spine. Your nails clawed desperately at his arms, eyes punching shut and a knit drawing between your brows. A heavenly sight, one that made him falter, finishing with a lose hiss.

The two of you collapsed on the mattress, and he was quick to lock his arms around your waist, yanking you into his chest. A large hand stroked the curve of your waist, sharing a moment of silence.

Your hand ran over his chest, nails tugging at the lighter hair around his sternum and soft belly. “Thank you, ‘think I needed that.”

The warmth in his cheeks hadn’t yet faded. “I’m your husband, that’s not necessary.”

“Not necessary to tell you how good you make me feel? You tell me all the time.” Your sweet voice had a sharp edge, teasing and saccharine. Still sweet all the same.

He growled into your hair, fingers curling into the soft flesh of your side. Warm and smooth, heavenly. “Don’t speak that way,”

“Or what?”

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KINKTOBER DAY 4: ORAL FIXATION—SANDOR CLEGANE

A/n: okay it literally took me ages to get this out and I lwk still hate it!!! I could NOT figure out how I wanted to do this and Ive been so hung up with other things, so everybody throw tomatoes at me and go ‘boooo’.

You were truly something else.

A pretty girl, you were. Traveling with the people who saved him—a good friend of Ray’s.

It took ages to get him where you could help, leaning back against a thick stump with the help of some men.

You were chewing on the edge of a wooden dagger, plush lips wrapped around the dulled blade when he first saw you.

When you’d wrapped up his leg, hands gentler than a feather, your teeth sunk into those lips. Or nibbled on the inside of your cheek. Or your tongue was constantly wetting any part of your mouth while busy.

“You speak, or just sit there tearing your own face apart?”

You looked up, wide eyes searching his face for a moment. “I can speak all well and good,”

You curiously grazed his head wound, making him coil back with a low hiss. “They say you’re the most feared man in Westeros. I don’t believe that.”

“Shut your trap.”

“No, thank you.” You brought a hand to your mouth, lips attaching to the skin on the first knuckle of your thumb.

It had captivated his attention. Maybe because he was bleeding from the head and might die, but the sight of your pretty mouth was sending whatever blood remained in his body straight down south.

After that, he couldn’t stop staring at your mouth. He’d convinced himself it was because you were so loud, lapping up water like a dog or giggling. Or sucking on the tips of his finger.

It hadn’t originally been so dirty. The two of you had been arguing about firewood. Kinda.

“You shouldn’t be moving, your leg is still injured.” You approached from behind.

He sighed. Of course you followed him, you’d been tailing him like a lost puppy since he’d been well enough to walk. He’d come out here to chop wood, not be pestered and mothered by a woman. “I’m fine, go back, little girl.”

The crunch of leaves told him otherwise. “I’m not too little to be taking care of you, though.”

His axe slammed down into another firm block, splitting it evenly in two. “Run on back to camp.” He decided he wouldn’t argue, attempting to chill his temper with patience for once. Not something he does commonly.

“Not without you, I won’t. You’re still hurt.” You foolishly reached out, grabbing at the handle of his axe and the back of his hand.

A bout of anger made him shove you back. You squeaked when your back slammed back against a thick tree, his long stride bringing him face-to-face with you in seconds. “Don’t touch me.”

“You’re so angry, why?” You pulled your swollen lower lip between your teeth, gnawing at the soft skin in a way that drove him crazy.

“Quit that.” He raised a thumb to your mouth, drawing your lip from its hold before resting it there.

Your cheeks reddened while the large pad of his thumb grazed your lip, heartbeat practically audible in the lonesome of the trees. You’d drawn blood when he threw you back, now smearing his nail.

Then he pushed it in. Just the nub of his thumb that caught your bottom row of teeth. When you didn’t protest, only looked up at him with big, watery eyes, he pushed the rest in.

Fuck. Your mouth was warmer than he thought it’d be. Warm and wet, your lips closing around him gently. Your saliva soaked the rough skin, tongue much softer compared to his finger.

One of your hands reached up, wrapping slowly around his wrist, holding him there. He pressed down on your tongue, making you gasp.

“Not so much to say now, aye?”

That sweet mouth of yours tried to speak, tried to get some words out around his thumb. Your brows were raised, eyes wide with pleading when you mumbled dumbly with effort.

“First fuckin’ moment of peace since I got here.” His cock twitched as you suckled gently, tongue giving attention to his fingertip.

He watched you squirm, thighs pulling tight while your back painfully arched against the tree. Your eyes rimmed with tears when he trailed his thumbnail over your teeth, nearly choking on your own saliva.

Then he removed his thumb. Pulled it from your mouth steadily with a string of clear saliva connecting your lips to it. It pushed forward against the tree, smudging it with the now-drying blood.

You hissed when he pressed into the bite, but it only took him a moment to push two fingers back between your lips.

“Hush.” He grumbled, listening to you gag sharply from his fingers pressing deeply into your throat.

His cock rose quicker at the sight of your struggling, tears now streaming down your cheeks beautifully. The thought of what you’d look like with something bigger wedged down your throat, how your lips would struggle, wetting the firm base of his thick cock. How your jaw would quiver and your throat would contract.

A knee pushed your thighs apart. Then pressed up highly to the apex of your thighs. A stifled gargle fell from your warm mouth, drool beginning to dribble down the corner of your dry lips.

You sniffled weakly when his free hand gripped your hips, guiding you down soundly onto his thigh. You were warm there, legs quaking at the stimulation to your neglected cunt.

A pathetic ‘please’ vibrated his index and middle finger, tongue shifting wildly beneath his callused skin. “Shit, girl, calm down.”

He relinquished his digits from your throat. You gasped madly, almost hunching over into his chest where your nails had begun to dig into the cheap linen of his shirt.

“Breathe now, you’ll need practice for later.” He taunted.

“Sandor—“

“‘Think I’m done listening to you talk, you’re s’much prettier with your mouth full.”

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Remember that Kinktober requests are closed now!! Ive had several people send in requests despite the time window being closed.

I will not exceptions to the rules, so although I do appreciate the requests, please save them for AFTER Kinktober.

Unless I add more myself, the Kinktober prompts/requests day 1-10 will be the only ones I respond to.

Thank you, lovelies!!

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KINKTOBER DAY 3: SOMNOPHILIA—ROBB STARK

Divider by @uzmacchiato

You were always a sight to come back to for Robb.

Being the ‘King in the North’ came with its hardships, and war is be considered one of them. His father had been a stern but peaceful man, and imitating his leadership in honor was harder than he initially thought.

Regardless, he’d been doing rather well as a general, though the men on his council were of questionable use. Mostly given the fact they can never stop arguing.

It seems as though they grow more restless and irritable by the day, becoming more volatile when it felt like the desire for a solution had become more of a necessity.

So, each day, he returns to the tent where you stay. Busying yourself with writing or reading or something else to keep yourself from going mad all day.

You were his personal haven. Even though you were typically asleep when he returned—it was long after sundown before he breached the tent, it was a heaven compared to the day’s activities.

On a normal day, he’d quietly slip out of his day clothes into a pair of linen pants and curl in beside you. Lay soft, sleepy kisses to your throat that made your sweet sighs fill the lowly lit tent. You were so beautiful like that, face relaxed, at peace with your lips parted while you dreamt.

But tonight, when he pushed open the tent’s flap, there was a whole different idea that had been running through his mind over and over and over again today.

And you looked so gorgeous tonight. The low candles seemed to illuminate your lashes and make your cheeks glow warmly, thin nightgown caught and framing the valley of your waist, the width of your hips.

A firm hand ran through his hair, stripping off his furs and outer layers. Even the linen seemed too thick, far too tight on his warm skin.

He stepped slowly over to you, shaky thumb coming to trace the soft lines beneath your eye, pressing gently into the hollow of your cheek. It only made you stir, but his cock twitched eagerly.

He was hardening quickly, tip already leaking with precum. His beautiful wife, so at peace, in an entirely different world. It would be easy to wake you, firmly shake your shoulder and whisper a ‘open those eyes, beautiful’, but he didn’t.

One hand drifted low to your hip, pushing you slowly onto your back. Quickly, your neck rolled back against the pillow, groaning softly in that same way that made his cock rise with arousal.

With all the world’s certainty, he climbed atop you. There was a bit of guilt for this, not for what he was about to do, but for waking you. To pull you from whatever slow, calm moment you were having, just to satisfy his urges.

He lifted the loose material of your slip up to your waist, making your whine from the cold air on your bare cunt. ‘How sweet.’

A single finger pressed to your folds, groaning quietly at the mess he found there. You were utterly soaked, own arousal sticking to your thighs and causing you to shiver mindlessly.

Your clit was swollen and puffy, making you jolt lightly when he pressed the rough pad of his thumb to the needy bud.

The hand not teasing you freed his hard cock, tip angry and leaking cloudy beads of precum that allowed him to lubricate his length. His cock throbbed with need, fist working quickly to prepare himself.

You knees bent on either side of his hips, allowing his warmth to rest above you before he pushed in slowly. You squirmed, though still holding firmly onto sleep.

A knit formed between your brows, a small ‘o’ forming on your slightly-chapped lips when your tight hole stretched around him with ease. The fullness seemed to make you more lively, breath hitching when he retracted a couple inches.

“Husband?” You murmured, sweet like honey, still asleep and still so dependent on him. It made him quiver with anticipation.

“Shhh, don’t worry, love.”

He used a thumb to soothe your pinched brows, but the sight of you asleep was making it hard to hold back. His cock ached to be deeper, to fuck you deep and slow like he usually did, but you weren’t in your usual state.

An uncontrolled, sharp thrust made him curse, cock nudging at that gummy, sweet spot deep inside you.

It was then your eyes cracked open. Still not fully there, body almost limp where he’d laid you back. Your hair was slightly mussed, lashes low while exhaustion clung to your vision.

Then you moaned, low and syrupy, raw with tender at his thrusts. “Robb..”

The sounds of his name falling from your mouth like that, tongue vaguely forming each letter perfectly.

“I know, but I needed you. Needed to touch you.” He hadn’t stopped, cock pressing up into you slower, harder.

Your walls tightened around him, and he hissed, burying his face into your neck while your arms still laid limp at your sides. You allowed him to control everything, take the reins entirely, providing him with a sense of trust that made his heart almost burst.

“Mhm..” you whined, lashes batting lazily against your cheeks while the grip on your hips tightened.

“You’re so beautiful, couldn’t resist you.” The words were grumbled quietly against your throat, tone weakening as your cunt clenched tighter, sucking him so deep.

Gently, he lifted your knees to hitch around his hips, allowing him to paw at your thighs while he pounded up into you.

Your mewls and whimpers only fueled him, seeking out not only his pleasure, but to make you finish. The thought of watching your hazy eyes widen and twitch when you came made his abs tighten, fist balling in the sheets beside your head.

Eager to make you cum before him, Robb’s free hand dipped down to where the two of you were connected, quickly finding your needy clit. He rubbed tight circles on the poor nub, listening intently as your sounds became more desperate.

“Shh, easy, girl.” Your hips weakly bucked against his hand, a sign you were close already. It just made him smile, the prospect of being able to build you up so easily making him beam with pride.

“Please..” your voice chipped, splintering beneath his attentive fingers and cock.

“Be patient,” the words were unbearably teasing, though to your groggy mind, you could only nod dumbly.

You climbed that ladder faster than usual, falling apart oh, so sweetly beneath him. Just a tired jolt of your hips and a particularly affectionate purr that made a shiver run up his spine.

“Thank you..” and you thanked him. So quietly, genuinely grateful. Like he’d truly done you a service, and it was so cute. But he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mhm—you’re welcome!” He huffed, hips stilling for a moment before spilling deep into you.

It took a moment for him to recover, your tight cunt milking him for anything he could give before the two of you shared a sigh.

“Go back to sleep, aye? I’ll take good care o’you.” A tender finger reached out to tuck a sweaty piece of your hair back, your husband looking down at you affectionately.

“Mmh..yeah.” You mumbled, already rubbing your eyes adorably to pass back out on the pillow below,

“So beautiful, ya did so well. Could look at this pretty face forever.” His constant praise allowed you to sleep with ease against his side.

[shrimposter]

In my mind modern!au Aemond Targaryen is not a womanizer or a metalhead. Like, did we even watch the same show? He is a straight-A student and a fucking nerd. He likes pretentious history/philosophy books. Also, he's a damn nihilist and reads Nietzsche on a daily basis. People used to bully him in middle school, and he still has no friends. He really doesn't know how to interact with his classmates, and tries to hide his awkwardness with coldness. He's always alone during the lunch break, because Aegon chooses to ignore him and chat with his friends instead, and Helaena is perfectly fine alone. There are lots of rumors about him and his missing eye, – and some people state, that he has lost it after hitting one guy's head with a rock. It's seems plausible, because despite his mysterious attitude, he has A VERY bad temper, and gets into a lot of fights and arguments (because of that, some teachers dispute, if he should be on honor roll). He's the president of a debate club, the most hated local tutor, and he thinks, that his grades define him. He's running on 2 hours of sleep and a huge amount of caffeine, AND YES, he's allergic to happiness, so he's going to be a part of his family's business.

[alyssasdepths]

This is the most perfect modern!HOTD take I’ve ever seen. I love it, beautiful!!

[alyssasdepths]

hear me out… cregan stark + praise kink and/or org*sm control for kinktober 💅🤌

KINKTOBER DAY 2: ORGASM CONTROL—CREGAN STARK

Divider by @uzmacchiato

“Cregan..please!” You whimpered, fingers digging sharply into the meat of his chest.

His hands kept a firm hold on your hips, forcing you back down onto his spearing cock. Your thighs quivered with exhaustion, nails trembling where they scraped at his chest.

He’d been at this for an hour now. ‘Would this ever end?’ Was the only clear thought flooding your overstimulated mind, almost in a daze from his touch for so long.

It started initially when you’d given him attitude after council.

“You’re never around, Kem was asking for you earlier.”

He sighed, pushing his furs onto the large settee sitting at the bed’s foot. “You and the children know I’m busy, Winterfell will not run itself.” His tone was gentle despite the building irritation from the day.

You mumbled something under your breath.

His eyes shot up. “What was that?”

“Nothing. Not that you would care.”

So, now you’re here. He hadn’t even given you the leisure of laying beneath him, forcing you to strain your legs and hips while he bullied your dripping cunt.

“Please what?” He cooed, pushing a sweaty lock of hair behind your ear, a sweeter gesture. His free hand squeezed your hip, causing you to grind down harder against his pelvis. “Use your big girl words now.”

The apex of your thighs met the wiry hairs at the base of cock, tickling your nerves and sending shockwaves up your body.

“Fuck, I need—hm! I need to cum!” Your tits bounced eagerly above his face, nipples pebbled from the dry cold of your chambers.

“You can hold on longer than that, surely?” A hand slid to your lower back, pushing your belly closer to his and forcing you to arch harshly.

“No—no, I’ve been at this for ages..” your mouth hung open, lips weakly forming an ‘o’ as his cockhead nudged further against your womb.

You felt so exposed, stripped naked and begging on his cock while he remained almost fully clothed. A line formed between your brows, eyes clenching shut while the coil in your belly grew tighter from his harsher thrusts.

Every moment you weren’t grinding down against him, swallowing his entire length greedily or bouncing painfully, he was slamming up into you.

His length was always a struggle, but he hadn’t let you cum since he’d first jabbed your sopping cunt, walls desperately pulling him in while simultaneously trying to push him out.

“Almost—almost there..!” You squeaked, heartbeat raging against your ribs frantically while you sped up.

You chased your release with your husband’s help, large hands maneuvering your hips and thighs to his every will.

But then he stopped. Sternly gripping your sides and stilling your movement.

“No! Cregan, that’s not fair!” You cried, clawing desperately at his shoulders. This was the second time he’d done this to you tonight alone, building you up to the precipice of pleasure before sharply ripping you back down.

It left you hazy with want, lids hooded and lips chapped with desire.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He purred lowly against your hair where you’d fallen against his chest, body shaking while pleasure snaked from beneath your skin, stolen.

“You’re so cruel..”

“Am I?” He suddenly flipped you below, head landing softly against the pillows below.

He didn’t waste another second, immediately jolting his hips up to yours and filling you instantly.

You hissed, but your head fell back against the pillow below in relief. Your back and thighs ached from your labor, though your cunt never got any relief, either.

Cregan seemed to be done with his torment, satisfied with the punishment you’d received. Your back squirmed against the furs below, legs hitched lazily around his hips where he pounded into you.

“Hmm..fuck—“ you hiccuped, hands finding purchase on his shoulders. He didn’t stop this time, where you’d built up.

For a brief moment, you thought he’d stop again. Stop his movements and make you whine for him like he had before.

But he didn’t. Didn’t even hesitate, he never faltered until you’d fallen apart below him. Not until you melted into the mattress like putty and a pleased, euphoric smile was plastered on your face. Then he came, finally.

His hips stuttered only for a moment, a low growl vibrating your ear before he blew his load. Thick, warm spurts of cum filled your cunt, making him groan into the crook of your neck.

The two of you shared a twisted, broken sound when he pulled out of your sensitive hole, cum dribbling down your thighs when he retracted.

He pressed affectionate kisses to your jaw. Then your throat. His lips and tongue mouthed eagerly at your sweaty skin, your fingers threading through his wet hair.

He kissed all the way to your hips—down, down, down to your sternum and belly, placing warm licks to the top of your thighs.

“Cregan, wait. I need to—“ you breathed, shivering when he blew cold air on your mound.

“You wanted this, no?” His muffled voice sends goosebumps up your body, allowing him to lift your left knee up and over his shoulder.

“We just got done, I need time!” You squirmed when he immediately latched on to your clit.

He grumbled something against your folds, tongue lapping vigorously at the over-sensitive bud.

You yelped, fingers trembling while your nails ravaged the sheets below. “I can’t take it, please..”

It didn’t seem like he was paying you any mind, tongue ruthlessly slurping up your slick mixed with his own release. The pride filling his chest was noticeable even by your dazed mind, hands squeezing at the fat of your thighs confidently.

It only took him a moment to build you back up, your cunt still sensitive. He coaxed moans and whines from your dry lips, mouth ever persistent against your swollen clit. His tongue prodded at your hole, making you gasp before nipping at your thighs greedily.

“You’re so sweet like this.” He parted only for a moment before delving back down, nose nudging your needy clit while he mouthed at your soaked folds.

He licked a single, slow stripe up your flesh that broke you. A strangled moan fell from your sore throat, eyes pinching shut when you came on his tongue. He had forced another orgasm from you like it was nothing. Your chest heaved, body going limb against the mattress when he didn’t stop.

He continued to lick and suck up every last bit of your release, relieved sighs falling from his mouth. He drank from you like your cunt was the last bit of water left in the world, and he was a starving man.

“You done?” He asked with a crooked brow.

“Yes, yes, I’m done! Please, no more, I can’t take another.”

“Good, you did so well for me.”

[alyssasdepths]

how many followers do you have?

Ive had this account for a less than a month, and just passed 100!!

I did not KNOW how to act when I hit 100 I was actually giggling and kicking my feet in my bed 😭

I have about 105 now, and I’m so grateful to everyone!! Thank you all so much!!

[alyssasdepths]

𓊆ྀིKINKTOBER 2025𓊇ྀི

“It is part of her beauty, this quality of being not quite there, dreamlike.” ⋆｡𖦹°‧

A series of the author’s perverse thoughts written in the form of a fairy tail..be aware of your consumption, and read only what you can stomach. Don’t allow yourself to be corrupted, for your sanity to slip from your grasp.

Below is a recording of her writings, proceed with the upmost caution, my dear.

(Okay I lied, but it’s fine.)

Day 1: somnophilia(brief)—Sandor Clegane

Day 2: orgasm control—Cregan Stark

Day 3: somnophilia—Robb Stark

Day 4: oral fixation—Sandor Clegane

Day 5: praise kink—Cregan Stark

Day 6: cuckholding—Jacaerys Velaryon

Day 7: dry humping—Gwayne Hightower

Day 8: dacryphilia + brat training—Jon Snow

Day 9: breeding kink—Cregan Stark

Day 10: guided masturbation—Brienne of Tarth

THE REST IS TBA, REQS ARE OPEN UNTIL OCTOBER 5TH 12 AM EST

[alyssasdepths]

Okay drop some Kinktober reqs I’m actually going insane without writing.

Any character from HOTD/GOT works, I feel like I’m losing my mind!!

Any character + a kink is accepted, the more specific the better!

Thank you

[alyssasdepths]

I will add this about Kinktober, though, it will (likely) be multi!fandom!!

This blog is primarily about GOT/HOTD but I also have other characters I’m thinking of writing smut for..

Characters from NINAH is what I’m thinking of at the moment..though most posts for Kinktober will likely still be based on GOT/HOTD!

Don’t fret lovelies! I shall take care of you!

[alyssasdepths]

Kinktober Day 1: somnophilia—Sandor Clegane

Tags/warnings: SMUT!! Somnophilia (kinda), belly buldge, creampie

A/n: !read at your own discretion¡ I am not responsible for your consumption. I know this is more of a Stark!men blog, but idk Kinktober brought out a different side of me. I don’t have a prompt list I’m doing this year, I’m working purely off motivation, so please be patient with me!

The heat was growing unbearable.

The air was sticky now. The heat between bodies mixing into something heady and warm with sweat and heavy breathing.

The elements of the south weren’t something anyone would willingly subject themselves to.

The sun was entirely unforgiving, scalding down cruelly on your clothed skin with pride, making your thighs sweat beneath your muddy skirts.

It could also could be accosted to the cock currently nudging at your exposed entrance.

Sandor had been grinding up into you for the last half hour, hip movement only roughened by the armor he never removes. You’d been asleep when it first started, a slow, hesitant series of movements that snugly nestled his hard cock against your ass.

You should’ve known. Just before you dozed off, when his burly arm wrapped harshly around your front and dragged you back against him. He’d angrily grumbled something about ‘preserving the heat for the cold.’ Thinking back on it, it was a rather dumb thought validated by exhaustion and lack of food.

There had been something simmering between the two of you the entire ride, peaking a few nights ago when you subconsciously pushed your ass against his body, and he didn’t push you away. Only stood a few minutes later to ‘do something.’

But he doesn’t even know you’re awake. Or at least, you assume he doesn’t.

You laid still for what you could manage, other than when you couldn’t hold in a moan from his rough thumb circling your needy clit.

He hadn’t pushed in yet, and you could only barely stifle a choked moan when his cockhead prodded your gaping hole again. A tremor ran through your body, and his breath ghosted your ear. He was hesitating.

With all the grace of a deer on ice, your hips ground back against his cock, catching the angry head against your clit and causing you to gasp. The mix of your slick and the precum leaking from his tip created a warm mess between your thighs.

“Fuck it,” he groaned quietly, biting his tongue to muffle the louder sounds as he pushed into you.

Dreadfully slow. He was large, girth enough to make you squirm while moving. Every vein and throb was felt, a small whimper falling from your mouth while your cunt tried to get comfortable around his size.

He was big, though. And the act was getting harder to seal. Your cunt fluttered and clenched around him when he was fully situated, angry head nudging at your womb.

“Shit, girl, relax.” He grumbled, large hand sliding down your belly to reach your folds. Two fingers separated them while his middle and ring finger began massaging the skin where you sucked him deeper.

“Sandor..!” You whined, hips grinding down against his fingers.

He stilled only for a moment, hand pausing around the bend of your waist before continuing. Your loosening cunt allowed him to sink deeper, the wiry hairs at his base brushing your soaked folds.

“Shh, I got you., woman” His tone was a little harsh, finally was able to retract, and only taking a moment to slide back in. Slow, but agonizingly rough.

A yelp made you writhe back against him, nails clawing at his wrists where they held your hips firmly in place. He no longer paused, quickly gaining speed with his thrusts.

Your mind was still groggy. Your mouth wretched with thirst, eyes still foggy from brief sleep.

His cock plugged you fuller with every slam, pushing you further onto your stomach so that he could pound up into a different angle. The attempt you tried to muffle your cries was weak, several almost making your throat grow sore from their misuse.

“Too much! Too much!” You pleaded, thighs quivering where he pulled them apart.

“You can handle it, fuckin’ hell.” The pace sped up again, ruthlessly cruel now. It felt as though you were bleeding despite no longer holding onto your maidenhood.

“‘Didn’t even know you were awake.” He growled lowly, palm suddenly pushing down on your abdomen.

“Please!” Your fingers clawed at the dry grass below, toes curling at the new sensation.

His hands began to almost tremble on your body, the wet sounds growing louder where you both nearer your climax.

The band wrapping deeply in your belly was almost unbearable. It was tight and hot and only made him thrust deeper into your tight cunt.

“Almost there.” A little nip at your ear made you gasp, your hand sliding back to grip at his forearm for support.

Then the coil cracked. Your breathing hitched, body stilling sharply beneath him when that band snapped suddenly, before groaning at the release.

Your skin still tingled when he came, too. His hips slammed forward only a handful of times before he was growling in your ear and using your hips as an outlet. He no longer ground up; not spearing you anymore, instead forcing your hips down. It made him spear you at a new angle, your gasp whispered against the wispy grass below.

Thick, warm ropes of cum decorated your insides now, that and his cock making you full much too full.

You whimpered softly when he retracted, some of his cum dripping down your thighs

“Fuck, didn’t mean to do that.” He grumbled, using the skirts of your gown wipe away that trickled from your sore cunt.

[alyssasdepths]

Fall Thought: Cregan making a giant leaves pile for his children and throwing them in 🍁

OH MY GODDDD STOP IT RN

Because they’re so cute and so used to the North. And it only ever snows there!

So when he takes his wife and children down closer to the south, and they see the wet ground, their eyes widen with curiosity. Long lashes peer over the sill of the carriage’s windows, watching the orange leaves cover the ground.

Something they’ve never seen before.

“Mother?” A little hand tugged on your skirts.

“Hm?” Your head flicked up towards the child tugging at your gown and the others staring, enraptured.

“What are those children doing?”

“Well, they’re playing with the leaves, sweet girl.”

“Why?” The girl asked.

You chuckled, smoothing over her hair. “Leaves die in the cold here, they get rather crunchy. Children find pleasure in mashing them or jumping into fluffy piles.”

“Why?”

“‘Suppose they find it fun.” You shrugged.

“Why.” She repeated a third time.

“I do not know, now hush.” Though authoritative, you spoke with affection.

“The children find pleasure in the new weather.” A brush combed over the tangled strands of your hair. It had been a long travel.

“I’m sure they are rather interested,” Cregan responded, wiping the sweat from his knitted brow.

It had been much hotter than he had expected. Being born in the North meant he was warmer, his body emitted heat all the time.

Which works well for keeping alive, but only applies in the cold. Now it feels like hell.

“It’s something unknown to them.” He hummed, stepping close.

A large hand curled around the shoulder of your gown, leaning down to nip on your jaw. It made you gasp, a gentle hand wrapping around his nape in adoration.

“Get some sleep, my wife. We’ve had a long ride.”

The bed was rather cold without your husband. You rarely woke without him by your side, arm curled snugly around the bend of your waist. Or his head nestled insistently. between your thighs.

A hand caressed the empty side of your bed, trying to commit his shape to memory. The lords certainly don’t require his this early? Where could he have run off to?

Slowly, you bound the laces of a simple gown. It felt less lively without the children storming into your chambers or your husband kissing down the column of your throat.

Their chambers were empty as well. Beds well made, toys put away as though they’d been gone a while.

You began to grow antsy. The guards eyed your shaky figure while you covered sections of the castle. You stopped the maids, but none could place your husband’s and children’s whereabouts for certain.

Until you reached the yard.

You’d almost passed it. Lost in your mind, thoughts flooding from your ears faster than you could think.

Giggling made you turn. Children. Quite a few, gathered in the courtyard where leaves and twigs were thrown into the air. Surrounding a large man.

Cregan. And the children. It took them quite a moment to notice you.

“Mother! You’re awake!” One child called from below.

Cregan chuckled from below, but seemed unaware of your troubles. He and the daughter he held on his forearm waved up to you. The other children trolled into the leaves, giggling and writhing beneath the crunchy bed.

“‘Didn’t want to wake you.” He murmured in your ear, hand palming your lower back to ease your pounding heartbeat. The boys and girls never ceased playing, running further and further into the courtyard to grab piles of leaves and throw them at their siblings.

“I was worried.”

“You have nothing to worry for, my wife. No harm will be done to our children. I’ll make sure of it.”

You turned, to which he stroked the smooth skin of your cheek. A moment of quiet was shared, where you embraced him tightly.

“Father! Look at the leaves! They’re so dark!”

“They are, aren’t they?”

[alyssasdepths]

Because I’ve got the worst roadwork noise outside my house atm at 1:30am, how do we think modern!Cregan would react to being dragged from his deep slumber by roadworks.

He’d be the sort of guy to either shout from his window “stfu!!” Or go out there and beat them up😭

Stop I feel this soooo bad!!! I actually hate roadwork so much and I feel the same way!

Modern!Cregan plays NO GAMES okay?

That man works like 12 hour shifts at like a Home Depot or smth more intense. He does SOMETHING that requires labor from a big guy like himself.

So the man FINALLY gets home, right?

Dirt’s caked beneath his fingernails, and grease sticks his hair together his scalp.

He’s exhausted, finishing a nice, hot shower to wash the dried sweat from his back. Towel wrapped loosely around his hips while he dragged a clean razor down this jaw.

Cream coated the razor’s sleek surface, as well as his warm, damp skin while he shaved. A hand wiped the condensation from the mirror, staring back at himself before breathing a sigh.

There was nothing new about today.

It was one of the first days of fall, and the worst, in his opinion. Wet and cold, though still humid enough to make your brow dampen with sweat.

Finally, he laid in bed. The mattress felt cooler to remember it was a Friday, that he could roll around in the sheets until noon before rising only to grab a late lunch.

He breathed. One long, slow exhale, where his eyes closed and his chest deflated.

Then it started.

The faint sound to drilling outside.

It was quiet, really. Until the hammering commenced. A series of loud slams, the grading of metal against metal.

It was not only the sound, it was the repetition. The hammer clinked so many times before the drilling began again, remaining for the same amount of time as previously, before more talking.

From the first notion of sound below his apartment, Cregan tensed. He’d heard familiar sounds for the hours on repeat at his job, why must it continue when he finally gets a bit of respite?

He could stand it only a few minutes, pillow wrapped around the back of his head while the sound penetrated the thin fluff.

With an irritated growl, he stood and leaned over at the window. A single hand flipped open the clasp and lifted the white sill.

“It’s almost midnight! Go the fuck home, people’re trying to sleep!” A hoarse voice yelped down at the street.

The noise halted briefly. The hammers paused, the drills and jackhammers no longer whirled and clashed. Only a whisper was exchanged.

The moment of silence was heavenly.

But it only lasted a moment. Then the noise faded back in.

Slowly, almost trying to soothe it back in place. Like it had always been there.

He didn’t bother to open the window again, falling back onto the mattress in defeat. The pillow curled against his head once again, the only reprieve from the intense roadwork below.

Me too bro me too