rory, the golden

nororn the golden, aka riley -- wildling slut 20, wildling, blonde, bottom.

[rangergared-indie]

I’d love some dirty, kinky anon asks. :)

[goldwildling]

abraxinfenris:

“There are worse things out there to fuck than a Crow– or to be fucked by.” Abraxin spoke with his lips pulled into a tight line, a dark look looming over his eyes as he watched the blonde strip out of his clothes. He was large, built think and muscular as if he were designed to take a hit or two before falling like these Crows they were forced to ally with– and that alone was enough to cause the older’s cock to stir. He didn’t mind the Crows when they were offering him a mouth, an ass, or even a cock– but they always had to work for Abraxin’s attention; this boy simply strode into the room and claimed it without having to try. He couldn’t wait to fuck that look of desperation off his face; to make him so hoarse in the throat he couldn’t even tell you his name by the time he finished with him. “Like us?” He repeated back with a low, heavy laugh. Moving quickly, Abraxin’s right hand snaked around the blonde to grip his short hair at the back of his head; giving a sharp yank to force his head back as he was pulled closer, his chin resting against the older’s chest as he looked down on him with disdain. “You’re nothing like me. You’re not a man, you’re not even a boy. You’re just another whore hungry for a cock inside ya.” He growled, his grip on the younger’s hair tightening as he continued to pull down to make him look up at him. “You’d do best to learn your place.”

Rory had no issue with taking what he wanted, he didn’t wait for permission a lot of times and since coming to Castle Black it had gotten him into a lot of trouble, some of it was good, some of it wasn’t the best, but now as he stood there in the water he knew he had bit off a large piece of trouble. More than he could chew was a possibility, but Rory wasn’t scared of choking either, in fact he liked the rough touch. When the hand had his blonde hair, tugging with that harsh yank and it made him wince and grin, because the pain was welcome, he looked up at him as he was shown strength and control, and he wasn’t about to fight it back, just lust after the confrontation. Those growled words did nothing to diminish his desire, especially when he was called a whore. Looking up at him, feeling the grip tighter, he just licked over his lips. “So why don’t you show me?” It was almost a dare, but mostly it was a plea for the attention he had been craving since being surrounded by Crows. 

[goldwildling]

wildlingwarg:

Baernir had heard about this place, crows went there to suck dicks. He didn’t really understand the need for holes in stalls but it seemed to be a thing for these south of the Wall. He pulled out his big cock and pushed it through the hole, waiting for a warm mouth to blow him off.

It wasn’t his ideal place to get off, but in a pinch, it felt like the Crows had invented something worthwhile for a time like this. When he was wandering through the Castle, he had mention of the stalls and found himself making himself present on his knees beyond a large hole when there was a heavy, thick cock pushing through it and he just smirked, as if he had discovered a truth of the new world, and leaned in to wrap around the man’s shaft, sucking him down.

[goldwildling]

abraxinfenris:

Abraxin thought he’d be stepping into some uptight hell with men breathing down his neck, trying to tame the animal he was just so he could stand in line with all the other kneelers that didn’t know how to think for himself. Yet once he arrived he was sorely mistaken. There were a few that held to their precious traditions, that tried to follow in the footsteps of their righteous leader, but the rest of them were fucking as if they were all filthy wildlings celebrating another victory. So much for their decorum, so much for their prim and proper behavior. If these men could win the war with their cocks and their asses then all the realm would be saved. The strangest part? Instead of jumping in and taking part as soon as he’d made himself comfortable from his long travel, Abraxin took a moment to slip away to the bathhouse for a bit of silence. He might have been a proud free folk warrior but even he grew tired of the stink from week old sweat. Lowering himself into the water, his clothes strewn haphazardly along the edge, he let out a relaxed sigh as he rolled his shoulders. The water was warm– more so than he expected– and it helped ease the ache in his muscle; of course, it didn’t last long as the door creaked open to let him know he wasn’t alone. Turning to face the other, Abraxin easily picked out that the boy was a freefolk like he was– and that he was desperately in need of release. “Careful boy,” he warned with a low, predatory growl as he neared the bath’s edge, “a look like that in your eyes could lead you towards trouble.”

When his eyes locked with Abraxin’s, he saw the similarity within, and that they had both not only seen similar things, lived similar lives, but were both free. It was almost as if he had found a treasure and comfort at once, as he stepped further into the bath house and saw him move near the bath’s edge, and Nororn wasn’t shying away from his intentions, not as he slipped his pants down from his hips, smallclothes with it and a very naked blonde was crawling into the bath’s water with the other free folk. “Was worried I’d have to settle for another Crow again,” he said, “It’s been too long since I’ve felt the trouble of a fellow man like you, like us..” he said, his grin wide, as he reached beneath the surface of the water to touch Abraxin, his bravado a clear signal that he wasn’t some coy, shy waif of a Crow boy.

[goldwildling]

xgiantsbanex:

With Mance Raydar dead, Tormund was, essentially, the leader of the Free Folk. It wasn’t something he particular wanted, as he knew how tiring it was to try and keep the Free Folk in line - they were the Free Folk, after all - but it fell to him to keep his boys in line and keep them from wrecking havoc when Jon Snow and the crows were allowing them a warm place to sleep. Still, he found himself awake with the moon high in the sky, and after realizing that he wouldn’t be falling asleep any time soon, he decided to head down to the kitchens to see if he could find something to eat. Only as he walked towards the kitchen, he stumbled upon Nororn, one of the wildlings under his care, lounging about. With a deep chuckle, the Giantsbane moved to cross his arms over his barrel chest. “Why sleep when I can fuck some tight crow?” he asked before an eyebrow arched up. “And what of you, lad? Hoping to entice a crow with your hairless chest?”

When he saw that it was Tormund, he didn’t really have any internal thoughts aside from ‘fuck yes!’ as the tall, handsome wildling leader came into the room. He had wondered about food, as well, but in truth he was a little conflicted about eating or just satiating another hunger that was fighting for attention. Tormund might have been the answer. “I was hoping it would maybe entice one of them to come and have a touch, but what’s better than a wildling?” He asked, reaching up, moving into a sitting position to find a bit more comfort, and have the distance shortened for his hand to slide along Tormund’s shirt. “You could have something better than crow tonight, it’s been too long since I’ve had a wild brother that knew how to fuck.”

[goldwildling]

broar-shatterstone:

Broar found it hard to sleep in the castle at night. He was used to the howl of wind, to the warm glow of a fire, to the flapping of tent leather. In here everything echoed softly, everything felt damp and enclosed. So he would often walk when he couldn’t find sleep, occupy his mind, and perhaps get a good fuck in or two. That usually put him to sleep rather easily. When he entered one of the larger halls, wondering where it led to, he heard a voice and paused. A wildling, like him. “Rory.” Broar nodded. “The fuck you doing in here? Laid out like dinner for these Crows.” Broar gestured behind him, to the castle at large.

Broar was one of the other wildlings in the castle that made him feel like he belonged, there weren’t enough at Castle Black in comparison to the crows and when a ratio was that low, and a man like Broar walked by you, you took it. “Maybe not dinner, but a late night snack. These Crows seem to follow their strict sleep schedule, though, at least outside of those damn moans of them fucking I hear all night.” Maybe it was a little bitter he wasn’t one of them, but he was working on it.

[goldwildling]

smoothassatin:

we have all kinds of things beyond the wall… satin bet they did. he had heard those wildlings when they were taking someone to bed, that was an art form all of its own. whatever it was they did beyond the wall, satin was utterly captivated. the crow did not speak straight away, instead took a second to admire the man’s arm as he flexed it. marvellous. “well, i heard a story. it’s cold here, but i’ve heard it’s even colder beyond the wall. so the only way to stay warm… and i doubt it’s to light a fire and wrap up warm.” he smirked, leaning on the edge of the bath a little. “apparently you wildling men really are wild.”

“Mm, there have been many nights where I would let the brothers of the wild warm me at night, men I raided with and others who raided us, I would just let them..” he said, tilting his head, seeing how Satin was leaning on the edge of the bed, and he reached over, just to touch his side a little, the first connection between the two of them aside from the visual that Rory was putting out there; naked, unashamed and possibly looking for a hand to help him out. Or whatever. “Are you cold? This water is very warm.”

[goldwildling]

rodrikforresterrp:

“You can wait if you want.” Rodrik said, though he loved seeing the blond on his knees in from of him. He moaned as his cock was swallowing, the tip in the man’s mouth. “You’re the first wildling to get a taste of it.” he told Rory, his hand moving from the man’s shoulder to his head, wishing the hair were longer so he could grab them and use them to face fuck him. “You like that big cock?” he asked, pushing his cock deeper. His cock was harder much faster in the man’s mouth, he pulled it out and used it to slap his face before getting back inside the mouth.

Looking up at Rodrik when he mentioned he was the first wildling to taste it, he just groaned and ducked his head faster than, as if it had been a challenge not only to his own skill, but also as a wildling to prove they were good to keep around for this very purpose. Sucking him deep, he gasped when that heavy cock left his lips and just smacked against his face, and he gave him a dark, eager grin afterwards, and moved his mouth to wrap around the dick once more, sucking him down, but giving Rodrik a bit more control, to fuck his throat as he saw fit.

[goldwildling]

rangergared:

The heat on his crotch was close to perfect, warming up his thick, strong thighs and making sure he remained as far away from the cold as possible. Gared knew there was a much better way to stay warm, however – he didn’t doubt Rory had the same idea. “I am now.” He told him, giving a slight grin toward him, playfulness obvious in his voice. Nudging him on his shoulder, Gared then turned his head to look at him, noticing how Rory’s gaze was down at his legs. “Let’s just say I’d rather my cock be warm than cold?” He chuckled. “Fire usually helps with that.” 

“I agree with you on having a warm cock than cold,” he said with a nod, the playfulness of the Crow seemed to be a little more welcoming to Rory than he had expected, but he leaned close to Gared as he did so. “Do you think the fire is helping enough?” His question a little light hearted, but his hand was heavy as it slipped between the man’s thighs and gave him a slow, little grind of his palm against the cock that needed ‘warming.’.

[gayguycandy]

[goldwildling]

The young wildling had been taken a bit of a back seat lately in the way of the Wall, and his presence at Castle Black was sorely lacking the golden sheen of his hair, but it also proved a relatively odd state of being for Nororn; he was relatively worked up. It wasn’t like him to go without for a few days, and he was growling a bit as he walked through the main hall, maybe on the hunt in the way only a wildling could, be would it be crow or fellow wild that caught his eyes? He’d heard of the bath house, and he hoped someone would be there, and his eyes caught the sight of someone as he tugged his shirt off and stepped in side -- Rory’s intent clear. He wanted to get fucked.

[goldwildling]

rangergared:

Looking toward the other, who he understood to be a wildling, Gared nodded. He knew it would be easy to appreciate the company of another, especially one with the reputation that the other held. He’d heard many rumors about him. “Aye, you can join me.” He told him, patting the space beside him, exhaling quietly as he spread his legs, allowing the heat from the fire to warm up his crotch. “I’ll be glad for the company.” 

Nodding at the invitation, or rather response to Rory inviting himself in, he made his way over to where Gared was sitting and sat down next to him. Content not only for the warmth of the fire that the Crow had going, but also for the company because he was a handsome man, with gorgeous eyes. “I’m surprised you weren’t already with company,” his voice a little playful, as his eyes looked down to the spread legs, wondering if that’s just how he always sat.

[goldwildling]

smoothassatin:

with any luck, jon was aware that satin was not likely to return from his duties immediately. the problem was that he had the habit of being sent to deliver messages to men who were interesting to the steward. “there may be better, but he wants to hear from everyone, i suppose.” he shrugged, then was indeed pleased to see the man was willing to go on about what jon might want. the man was gorgeous, of course the lord commander would want a piece. “i don’t know if you have it beyond the wall…” he approached the bath, crouching down to be more at the man’s level. “but i’ve heard you might.”

The boy was gorgeous, there was no denying that, and he was comfortable with laying there, naked, and growing a little aroused to start at the thought of having Jon Snow himself tonight. “Oh, we have all kinds of things beyond the wall, tell me, what do you think we might have?” He wanted to see if he could get the Steward to talk, see what tale he might spin for the young wildling. Bringing an arm up, he put it behind his head and relaxed a little then, smiling, flexing his arm in the process as his cock continued to harden.

[goldwildling]

smoothassatin:

that was probably not the appropriate response to being summoned by the lord commander himself. brow furrowing seemed a little rude, even for a marvellous set of eyebrows like that. “i’ll let him know.” he did not move away, instead watching the man pull himself up in the tub, thus pulling satin’s eyes down to the wildling’s cock. a rather impressed smirk appeared on his lips at that, then his eyes were brought back up to the man’s face. “most likely wants to ask about the wildlings and how you all are.” he shrugged a little, then raised an eyebrow. “or he wants… something else.”

Rory wasn’t oblivious to the eyes that kept drawing themselves down to his cock, in fact it was making the blonde smirk a little more, knowing he had the Lord Commander’s -- what was it? Steward? -- glancing at his cock so often. “Hm, I am sure there are better for that kind of talk, but I’ll tell him whatever I can,” he saw the eyebrow raise and the mention of ‘something else’ was an enticing one at that. Being bed by the Lord Commander was something that seemed somewhat common, or at least spoken highly of, and he wanted to see what that would entail. The thought alone caused his previously flaccid cock to stir. “I’d like to hear what you think this something else could be.”

[goldwildling]

loundesinexile:

By the gods, Rory’s lips were intoxicating. He could already see himself finding excuses just to make out with the blonde, shoving him up against one of the training dummies when no one was out there to see them as he stole a heated, needy kiss; slamming him against another door just so he could shut him up with a lip lock. After all, there was nothing better than having a good friend you could make out with whenever you wanted. 

Making his way down the blondes torso, taking his time to worship and trace the hard lines of his muscle with his tongue, Eamon eventually found himself seated on his knees; looking up at Rory with nothing but lust clouding over his blue eyes. “I don’t think you’ll have any issues making me feel stubborn– and good, I’d hate to hear you were tiring of me already.” Leaning forward, just to tease Rory, he moved his hand away so he could mouth and lick at the confined shape of the other’s cock. “If you’re lucky you’ll get to keep me.” He then leaned away, so he could pull Rory’s pants down and out of his way only to stop short as he felt the hand slap against the side of his check. It wasn’t terribly hard, it certainly wasn’t punishing, but it was still a sharp enough slap to draw a gasp out of the dark-haired boys lips; the look in his eyes as he glanced up at the other proving just how much he liked it. “I don’t know what I did to deserve that, but remind me to do it again?” He teased as he finally freed the other’s erection; lingering there for a moment, looking up at him before finally falling forward so he could begin licking and lapping at the blonde’s magnificent, large balls.

Rory loved getting fucked, he was a bottom in the sense of the word, but he was not a gentle boy that would whimper softly and ask to be taken. He was one that was rough and didn’t shy away from what sex could be -- rough, raw and passionate. Like Eamon was giving him then, and he couldn’t stop grinning, even though his own need and pleasure playing through his body as his pants were taken down, right as the gasp sounded. The hunger in his eyes after the smack was enough to show Rory that Eamon liked it, and he caressed his cheek with is palm softly, “That’s because you’re being good, and deserved a bit of affection.” Some people would say that brand of affection was messed up, but the wildling was glad to find a crow that appreciated it.

Standing naked now, he was trying to figure out the best option to get Eamon out of his clothes, as well, but that took a leap to the back burner when that mouth was on his balls, licking and sucking and it was something he rarely had done and made his cock flex heavily as it hardened, pulsing. Reaching down, he gripped the base of the shaft and lightly smacked it across his friend’s forehead. 

Again, affection.

[goldwildling]

what's the most loads have you taken in one day?

“There was a day during a summer celebration that I am pretty sure I took at least 20 from the men in my community, but when you’re a willing bottom in the wildlings, taking loads is like drinking water.”

[goldwildling]

How big is your cock? Cut? Uncut? Big balls?

“My cock is just above 7 inches, uncut, it’s thicker than average and my balls are quite large. It’s a beaut when it’s bouncing away while I ride you.”