the bear and the wildling fair

[bearandwildlingfair]

give us a hint

why not come and find out, you pretty little thing?

[bearandwildlingfair]

how big is that cock?

bigger than you're used to, i'm sure.

[bearandwildlingfair]

Three men you wanna fuck and three men you would get fucked by?

i’d want to fuck that pretty tyrell lad, aegon or whatever his name, and robb stark. and to get fucked by? gods... i think that cocky one - zach - he’d be able to handle me. i think that dornishman could do it too, aldon? oh and that dothraki beast.

[bearandwildlingfair]

What would it take for you to bottom, or at least have that hairy hole of yours feasted upon?

i only ever take the cock of a man who’s as strong as me, or stronger. perhaps i’d change that rule for a man with a cock bigger than mine. i wouldn’t say i’m fussy about how feasts on my hole, if they’ve got a tongue, they can.

[bearandwildlingfair]

What's your favourite way to tie someone up?

to a bed, on their front, with their arse up. get their wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts, legs spread for me. that being said, i did tie a man to a rock and have my way with him once, but that was before i came to castle black.

[bearandwildlingfair]

What's your opinion on spanking? Is it a good punishment or is it too pleasurable?

it works both ways. i like using it as punishment, and i like using it to make a boy happy. either way, it’ll make him scream.

[bearandwildlingfair]

How rough do you threat your partners? And do you care if they enjoy it?

how rough? if it isn’t rough, where’s the fun? i treat them as rough as i want it. do i care? of course i do. mostly. and anyway, which of these sluts in black doesn’t like it rough?

[bearandwildlingfair]

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[bearandwildlingfair]

hanafir stepped into the bath house, a sigh slipping past his lips as he tugged off his clothes. that was one of the good things about these crows, they had this little place for a warm bath. it didn’t beat a good cave pool, but it wasn’t bad. he tossed his discarded clothes towards the side of the room, and then got into the water, sighing louder as the warmth of it lapped over his muscular form. that was good. all he needed now was a flagon of ale and a crow with a tight hole. the simple delights.

[bearandwildlingfair]

and what brought you to castle black? was it easy to swallow your pride when you were swallowing loads?

“i beg your fucking pardon? i came to castle black to help my people. i didn’t swallow any pride, and i only swallow wildling loads, and only those of the biggest and strongest. so bend over before you start saying any more shit like that.”

[bearandwildlingfair]

anyone you've got your eyes on here?

“one or two. or... more. basically, all of these crows are fuckable.”

[bearandwildlingfair]

What's your favorite thing to do to Crows in the bedroom...or out of it?

“gods, how do i choose? obviously, fuck them. if you want any specifics, it’d be fucking them, bent over, and getting to that beautiful moment when they just have to scream out.”

[bearandwildlingfair]

crows. they were good to fuck and not much else. hanafir didn’t like being obliged to spend all this time with them, but he didn’t mind using their little luxuries and shit. perhaps the best part of their stone castle was their bath house, where it was no secret that they all fucked. it was odd, thinking all those cocky shits thought they could give cock. with a grin, he sank his naked body into the warm water, leaning his head back a little, a soft moan passing his lips.

[bearandwildlingfair]

wildlingwarg

Fighting with their shirts would only let the other grab it and use that against the other so it made sense to fight shirtless. That and they both liked the view of the man with less clothes on. Hanafir was strong and ripped, tattoos on his body that made his muscles even more prominent. “Says the one who couldn’t handle warming mine.” he replied, sure that strong man’s hole would be one of the tightest in Castle Black. Much tighter than the crows’ ass for sure. Baernir knew Hanafir and he was barely surprised when the man leaped at him. He grabbed him by his waist and stood still. He smirked, trying to find a good place to grab to make him fall while keeping a good position so he wouldn’t fall.

feeling the cold air against his body made him fight better, it encouraged him to move faster and warm his body up. although, in all honesty, baernir could perfectly warm him up once they were done. baernir’s body was amazing, and absolutely irresistible. he liked the little jab at him, though he disapproved of baernir’s thought that hanafir would ever have considered letting the warg fuck him. nobody - emphasis on nobody - would get inside hanafir. as baernir resisted the lunge, hanafir stumbled a little, trying to drag baernir down as he regained his step.

[bearandwildlingfair]

oberynsbastardrp

While Loren could take command during sex, he preferred to submit and with wildlings it was much more like that. He liked a tall, strong, ripped, big dicked dominant man. Hanafir checked all these boxes. He sucked eagerly the man, wanting him so hard and ready to pound the crow until he filled him with cum, his hole gaping open even with the dick gone. He jerked off the man’s cock less and less as his mouth went down, taking more and more of the huge shaft in his mouth. The taste filling his taste buds and the weight making him hornier.

hanafir grinned, moaning softly as he watched the southern slut suck his cock. what was left unsaid was that hanafir was not the sort who messed around with oils and such, so the work he did to his cock would be sufficient for when the wildling would toss him onto the bed and enjoy his body. more of his cock was brought into the kneeler’s mouth, with hanafir pleasantly surprised with how easily the gorgeous little thing took his cock.

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eointhedodger

Flight was never something inherently instinctive with Eoin and disengaging fell into the more strategic manner of dealing with particular situations in order for him to observe, drink in the moment and map out his next set of moves. This time, however, the young Lannister found himself absconding on more than occasion.

He had heard whispers (screams moreso, but those of pleasure) about a particular man with a particularly palatable moniker.  Just like any other brother of the watch, when Eoin had laid eyes on him for the first time, his body surged with a particular sense of excitement Why wouldn’t he? The man was, after all, completely desirable in a lot of ways and none would turn him down if it came to pursuits of intimacy or romance. He was a favorite in everyone’s standards, basically.

Eoin had a specific distaste for anything highly favored. And so he resisted. For as long as he could. It became both a game and a bout against pride.

But how long could he really last when the man was so forward with intentions? It was enough to make him blush like a virgin. Slaps to the asses, lewd stares from a ways away, and such things were only a few examples and it left him crumbling from lust.

It was about time he did something about it.

“Hanafir.” he croons the man over once he finds him outside the castle one day, approaching him with a smile playing on his lips. And then when he gets the chance, once he’s close enough, he grabs at his crotch fully, giving him a firm squeeze and a short brush of his hand up and down. “Thought I’d return the favor.”

hanafir knew what he wanted. he had earned his nickname - both of his nicknames, actually. if he wasn’t slaughtering a bear and wearing the fur for warmth, he was fucking a crow and making him scream. he knew the crows talked about him in their lusty little ways, trying to find out whether he really was that big and that rough and whether he really could make a crow cum without touching his cock. of course, hanafir could do all of that.

one of them was a complete tease, and hanafir knew exactly what he was doing. the blond was stringing him along, no doubt waiting until hanafir decided enough was enough and he’d just carry him to bed. being the man he was, hanafir was not the type for subtle flirting and glances and hand-touching. so, he had taken to grinning at him with filth in his mind and slapping that marvellous arse when he passed by.

hearing his name, he looked up, seeing the blond coming up to him. so, the time had come? he grinned, an eyebrow lifting, as he felt the hand grab at his crotch. at long last. hanafir looked at the blond, licking his lips. “you took your time.”

[bearandwildlingfair]

Is there a crow you haven't fucked?

One or two? I need to remedy that.