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I apologize to everyone for my inactivity (especially the ppl who had requests) I've just been so busy with work that I've had no energy for anything other than sleep and work. I'm so sorry, I will be back to my regular scheduled program shortly
Here I was, sitting on the couch with my cats trying to get finished with one of my recs when I get the brilliant idea (after watching The Bear one too many times) to make baklava for my partner from scratch. I may not have touched phyllo dough before in my life but by god I worked with it! It came out actually pretty good, not aesthetically pleasing in the slightest but tasted awesome. I knew that I had Carmen Berzatto in my kin list for a reason!
Please send me requests, anyone, for anything I'm just dying out here and need something to spark my creative flow again. I've literally not even written anything for kinktober.
Robb Stark #1
Summary: not really a plot, just smut so sorry đ
includes/warnings: probs awfully written dont hate me, kissing, teasing, against the fireplace, fingering, no p in v iâm sorry my children, probably very rushed, english isnât my first language so if you see any mistakes, please do correct them :) Robb x reader, 18+ mdni.
đȘnotes: finally out of my writers block đ«. I had no idea what to title this so forgive me for that. Enjoy this short fic thats basically just porn without much of a plot.
Robb entered the bedroom quietly, his stomach grumbling loudly. The scent of food still lingered in the air - you must have eaten without him. He pushed the door closed behind him and started taking off his fur cloak, expecting to find you angry or disappointed.
âi saved you a plate. Figured keeping it by the fire would keep it as long as possible. You decide if that was a success or notâ â
He turned to see the plate of food carefully arranged by the fire, still steaming slightly. A small smile tugged at his lips as he crossed the room, sitting down and unfolding the cloth covering the plate. The food was still warm, perfectly kept just for him. "It was successful.â
You smiled softly at him, âgood.â
He ate quietly for a moment, savoring the taste and the warmth. Between bites, he watched you sit by the fire, your dress simple but pretty. No furs, just you in the warm glow of the flames. He swallowed his mouthful and set the plate aside. "You didn't have to do that," he said softly.
âMy lord needs his nutrition.â you stand up and stands straight before him, caressing his cheek as he looks up at you.
His hand automatically reached up to grasp your wrist gently as you caressed his cheek. The warmth of the fire and your touch was comforting after a long day of cold wind and harsh words from his men. He turned his head slightly to press a kiss to your palm before releasing your wrist.
âThe desert was not salvageable. Though i figured..â â you reach for the front ties of your dress and very slowly start undoing them. âit could be arranged otherwise.â
Robb's breath hitched as you began to slowly untie the laces of your dress. The firelight danced across your skin, casting shadows that only served to accentuate your curves. He set the plate aside completely, his attention fully on you. He stood up slowly, his hands reaching out to gently push yours aside and take over the task of undoing the rest of the laces himself. His fingers brushed against your skin with each knot he untied, sending shivers down your spine. Once the dress was open, he pushed it off your shoulders slowly.
Your mouths get tangled in a soft kiss, slow and sensual, completely different from your usual hungry kisses when you were needy for eachother. This was gentle exploration, gratitude expressed through lips rather than words. His hands slid over your shoulders, where your dress rests.
You lean against the hearth of the fireplace, your hands finding his waist and holding onto it. âdo not undress me fully..â
He broke the kiss gently, his forehead resting against yours as he listened to your request. His hands paused at the top of your dress, fingers curling slightly into the fabric but not pulling it down further. A soft murmur escaped him, "As my lady wishes."
His eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him softly once more. His large hands flattened against your lower back possessively, careful not to tug your dress down further. He deepened the kiss slowly, tasting you, his thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts un Hurriedly. Gods, youâre beautiful like this.
You chase him as he pulls back, your lips pressing to him briefly before he does it again, and you chase him again. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as you did so, his hands gripping your hips to steady you. He pulled back each time you tried to deepen the kiss, teasing you with brief presses of his lips against yours. The fire crackled behind, casting warm light on your playful interaction as you grip onto his collar possessively.
His breath caught in his throat at the desperate grip on his collar. The playful moment shifted into something more intense as he finally allowed you to capture his lips fully. One hand slid up to tangle in your hair while the other pressed firmly against the small of your back, holding you flush against him. You whimper into the kiss.
The whimper made his groin tighten immediately, desire shooting through him like an arrow. But he remembered your request - not to undress you completely. So instead of pulling your dress off, he kissed you harder, pressing your back against the warm stones of the fireplace gently.
Your hands explore the leather covering his torso, causing his breath to hitch, as you feel the muscle under his tunic. He leaned into your touch, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh and pull it up around his hip. The position opened you up to him. his hand slides over your thigh, underneath your dress and between your legs. he softly caresses your bare cunt.
You gasp lightly against his lips, looking deeply into his eyesâ
The gasp was the sweetest sound he'd heard all day. His eyes locked onto yours, watching your pupils dilate as he began to slowly caress your pouty little cunt. He kept his touch gentle, exploring your folds with his fingers, sliding them along your wetness.
Swallowing your soft gasps with his kisses, his fingers finding your clit and circling it gently. The heat from the fireplace behind you was nothing compared to the heat between your legs. He leaned his forehead against yours, panting softly, "Like this?"
âGods..â you moaned, the sound coming out as a soft breathy gasp, as you unconsciously grind against his fingers.
The sight of you grinding against his hand, mouth open in silent pleasure, made his heart pound in his chest. He captured your mouth again, swallowing her soft moans as he began to slowly thrust one finger into your tight channel. "So pretty when you're needy," he murmured against your lips. He added another finger, pumping them slowly in and out of your heat. His thumb continued to circle your clit, spreading your wetness around. "My pretty little wife," he breathed, nuzzling your neck. "Grinding on my fingers like a wanton little thing."
âRobbâ you moaned, a little louder than you probably should have.
He groaned at the sound of his name on your lips. He could feel your inner walls fluttering around his fingers as you neared the edge of your orgasm. And with one curl of his fingers inside you, he made you come undone.
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I doodled this last year and forgot about it lmao
I doodled this last year and forgot about it lmao
Username is so valid i fear
Yesss ofc, I stay simping for that man!!
tywin lannister i hate you (give me one night)
PSA ABOUT CONSENT
CONSENT IS:
Given willingly
Given while fully conscious/sober
âYes, thatâs okayâ
âI like thatâ
âYeah, keep goingâ
CONSENT IS NOT
âI donât knowâ
âI guess soâ
âNot hereâ
âPlease stopâ
âNot nowâ
Being unconscious
Being in a relationship
Being drunk
Being pressured
Being coerced
If you havenât EXPLICITLY asked to touch them in a certain place and they havenât EXPLICITLY SAID YES without being pressured, you are NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH THEM THERE
âBut itâs awkward!â No, itâs respect. Wake the fuck up.
[quick context: I live in an apartment complex and there are a few feral cats that live near the area. I've bonded with a Tom that I've named Steele. I feed him and pet him when I see him and given the chance I will get him vet care.]
So, here I am, 7:30, late getting my laundry. The laundry room is in the other building, so I'm out here running down the sidewalk completely barefoot. As I get halfway there I spot Steele and another cat that I have never gotten the privilege of petting. I coo but keep moving because LAUNDRY.
This cat does a 180 and starts screaming! I can only hear "Meow! Meow!" But I could wager he was saying something to the effect of "Hey! Hey! Human! I know you're not ignoring me!" So I stop and say his name. He perks up, I can't leave him. He's going to follow me to the laundry room and I'm not even allowed to feed him let alone cart him around.
I do the logical thing and go back to my apartment, rushing Steele to follow before we get caught. I give him food and run to the laundry room, I don't think I just go.
The look on his face when I came back made me feel so bad, he doesn't eat unless I'm there to watch him and when I got back he was just staring at the untouched food pile, pouting.
I did sit and watch him eat after that. And he did get pets.
I have such an oddly specific fantasy about this man...
Imagine: sitting on Tywin Lannisterâs lap, draped across him like a prized possessionâwarm and pliant beneath his hands while he speaks, his voice low and deliberate, explaining the delicate balance of power in Westeros as if youâre a child struggling with her lessons.
âListen carefully, girlâ he murmurs, tracing slow circles on your thigh. âBecause I will not repeat myself again.â You nod quickly, eager to please, but the way his words twist and tangleâthe names, the alliances, the consequencesâitâs too much. And he sees it. Of course he sees it.
A quiet hum of amusement rumbles from his chest. âYou didnât understand a word of that, did you?â His hand tilts your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his. âNo⊠of course you didnât.â He leans closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âI know itâs hard for you, pet. But do try to keep up. Iâd hate for that pretty little head of yours to be completely useless.â His tone is warm, indulgentâyet threaded with sharpness, as though heâs daring you to prove him wrong. But you only swallow, wide-eyed and pliant, trying so hard to look clever despite the heat pooling low in your belly.
Tywinâs lips curl into a smirk against your skin. âMm. No⊠thinking isnât what youâre good for, is it?â His fingers tighten on your thigh, pulling you flush against him. âThe only thing you can truly grasp is how to make me cum.â The words punch the air from your lungs. You feel his satisfaction ripple through him as you melt deeper into his hold, shamed, helpless, and irrevocably his.âGood girl,â he murmurs, thumb stroking your jaw. âNow⊠sit still.âHe turns back to the map as if nothingâs changed, his hand never leaving your bodyâmarking you as his even as he speaks again of war and kingdoms, his little pet content to warm his lap.
Theon and Robb are going through a rough patch. Stark still believes they can get through anything â even Theon's bitchy behavior.âšBut Robbâs not so sure anymore⊠not after Theon moans 'Ramsay' during sex.
God, I think I just enjoy emotionally torturing throbb at this point.
i fear i will never recover from seeing frank castle caged and in chains
playing god...
i LOVE this picture. who else loves religious symbolism (read: are you an ethel cain fan)?? i certainly do!
i am honestly unsure if this is art or an actual scene from somewhere. i tried looking it up but came up empty.
This is just fuel for my Frank x ReligiousReader addiction
The Four Horseman of my gender envy
Beautiful people with fuckable noses