Thank you so much @inkandarsenic for allowing me and Nedaly to play with Evander! He was such a pleasure to write!
Evander longs for Eddard. Eddard is happily married to Alyssandra. Alyssandra has no qualms about sharing, nor about gently tricking Evander into getting what he wants. | 4.7k words | divider by @/strangergraphics | nsfw gif for vibes
Warnings: mild coercion, boot humping, oral (m and f receiving), light D/s dynamics (fem dom), anal fingering, rimjob, double penetration (p in v and anal), light degradation, biting, cum eating, frotting
Note: In Inky's works, Evander is Roose Bolton's son, however here he's meant to be his younger brother, so that he's Ned's age instead of Robb's.
Alyssandra emerged from her boudoir, gray silk clinging to her like water on stone. I let my eyes wander as she languidly approached, appreciating every inviting curve. She stopped in front of me and bent, placing her hands on my shoulders for balance. Her lips met mine with a tender warmth, although it quickly gave way to need, her tongue caressing mine, her hands slipping down to my chest, exposed when I had loosened the ties of my shirt. I slid a hand up her thigh, across her hip and over her ribs, brushing her breast and skimming her collarbone, coming to rest against her throat. I pushed her back. Gently. (For now.)
“Needy tonight, are you?” I murmured.
“I am always needy for you, Eddard,” she softly replied. “You know that. My handsome wolf.” She smiled, heat in her eyes, and sank to her knees. Her delicate hands glided up my thighs, her gaze locked with mine as she slowly dragged her tongue over my leather-encased cock. I laced my fingers in her fiery hair, tilting her head back. Carefully, I slid my foot between her legs. Alyssandra gasped as the toe of my boot flicked up and hit her cunt; the summer sky eyes holding mine pleaded for more.
“Hump my boot.”
Her brow furrowed, my sweet wife unused to me giving her such lewd orders. I leaned down and kissed her, hard, gripping her hair tightly. When I leaned back again, she let out a quiet whimper, making my cock twitch.
“Hump my boot, little fox, and then the big bad wolf shall fill you up. Alright?”
Alyssandra grinned and nodded. She wiggled into position, wrapping her hands around my calf and resting her chin on my thigh. She began to move her hips; after a minute, I stroked her hair, and at my touch she closed her eyes and nuzzled at my cock.
“Please, Eddard,” she murmured.
“Let me see you release first, my heart,” I replied softly. “Let me watch you.”
The door opened behind me. My hand froze on the back of her head.
“Ned, you wanted to speak to me? Aly said it was important.”
Evander. Alyssandra’s gaze met mine and her teeth dug into her lip as she tried not to grin, continuing the movements of her hips. I narrowed my eyes in feigned annoyance. Minx.
“Ned? What did you…” Evander’s voice trailed off as he came around the chair and saw my wife on her knees, just a wisp of silk covering her, her face pressed to my cock and her hips rutting against my boot.
“Fuck.”
Evander swallowed. If it was anyone else, the fact that he seemed unable to move his eyes away from her would enrage me. But this was my closest friend, who my wife had quietly pointed out desperately wanted me, and who she had quietly expressed interest in as well. So his gaze lingering on the thigh peeking out from under her nightgown was amusing instead of infuriating. I cleared my throat.
“Shit!” His eyes snapped to mine, then snapped closed. “Forgive me! I’ll come back!”
“But Evander,” Alyssandra whined, sweet and breathy, making his eyes open again, “you’re already here. Stay, please?”
He gazed at her longingly, blinking rapidly as she sat up, arching her back; one gossamer strap slipped down her shoulder, and her panting breasts threatened to spill from the silk at any second. I tugged her head back, her throat calling for teeth to sink in or a hand to wrap around, then I flicked my toe up again, drawing a pleased little squeak from her. Evander swallowed a second time.
“I do not react well when men do not listen to my wife’s requests,” I said lowly, tipping my head towards the chair facing me. “Sit, Ev.”
Slowly, he obeyed. His eyes darted over us, as though he was afraid we would reprimand him if he looked anywhere too long. Alyssandra smiled over her shoulder at him, rolling her hips again. I leaned back, fiddling with a bit of her hair.
“I am,” Evander responded, his eyes lingering on the very clear bulge in my breeches. Alyssandra opened her mouth, a merciless glint in her eyes.
“Darling, you make men tense when you’re fully clothed and not looking at them,” I momentarily saved Evander from further taunting. “And you’re currently batting your lashes at him and licking your lips while wearing, for all intents and purposes, a handful of fog. Of course he’s tense.”
“Suppose I ought to help him, hm?” Alyssandra turned the bright summer skies back to me with a smirk. “Since I’m the one who made him so tense?” She started to stand, but I shook my head, reaching out to push her back down.
“Take it off,” I said softly. Alyssandra slowly tugged the nightgown up and over her head and dropped it to the side. “Good. Now crawl to him.”
“Ned, I, you can’t—” Evander scrambled for an excuse, eyes comically wide at the sight of Alyssandra, now completely naked, slinking towards him on hands and knees, a predator thinly veiled by the submission of a good lady wife.
“My wife wants you,” I said calmly, my cock straining against the leather surrounding it. I raised my glass of brandy to my lips. Don’t spook him. Let her bring him to you.
“And my husband has a very hard time saying no to me,” Alyssandra purred, kneeling in front of Evander, fingers tugging at the laces of his breeches. “Come on, Evan. I know you watch us. I know we are what you think of, when this is your own hand.” She freed his cock and slowly stroked with one hand, her other resting on his stomach.
“I’m far better than some whore, Evan, because I care about you,” Alyssandra continued, leaning into the hand that hesitantly cupped her cheek. “I know their tricks, and I promise you’ll enjoy them so much more from me.”
“I have no doubt that I would,” he replied, before his eyes darted back to me. “But you are his wife.”
“And I am telling you,” I set the empty glass down and stood, “as her husband,” stepping across the rug, “to fuck her.”
I stood just behind Alyssandra, my feet bracketing her calves and pushing Evander’s wider, allowing her to slot her body between his knees. We leaned forward in tandem, her mouth wrapping around his cock as mine pressed hard to his; I braced one hand on the back of the chair, resting the other on the top of Alyssandra’s head. Evander moaned against me, one hand lacing in my hair, the other, against my thigh, in hers. My gut clenched at the sound, a sound I hadn’t known I craved, but which now was all I could think about. I broke the kiss to gaze down at him, greatly enjoying the sight of my dearest friend rapidly losing his control under my wife’s tender ministrations. Alyssandra pulled off for a second to wink up at me, then fully swallowed Evander, her nose brushing his shirt.
“Fuck,” Evander quietly groaned, eyes closing for a long moment; when they flicked back open, a new heat lit them. “Does she always do that?”
“Suck your cock as though she’s hoping to remove your very soul through it?” I smirked. “Aye, she does that every time.”
“Mm.” Alyssandra pulled off of Evander, sitting on her heels, the back of her head pressing against my thigh. “You are both wearing far too much clothing.”
She tipped her head, nose brushing along my cock, and looked up expectantly. I gently took her hand and tugged her to her feet, kissing her deeply, relishing the faint taste of Evander on her tongue. She indulged me for a second, before her palms were against my chest, pushing me back.
“Eddard,” she drawled with a sweet smile, making my spine tingle, before looking back down at Evander and brushing her fingertips along his jaw, “Evander, be good and strip each other for me, darlings.”
“I, what?” Evander blinked, endearingly confused.
“Be a good boy,” Alyssandra turned fully towards him, grabbing the back of his neck, “and get Eddard out of his clothes for me, pet.” She smiled tenderly at him. “I wish to have you both.”
“You heard her,” I grumbled, doing my best to seem as though I wasn’t aching for his hands on my body. “Wife gets what she wants.” I snapped my fingers and Evander snapped to his feet. Alyssandra stepped back, grinning, and I moved closer to Evander, my fingers coming to his doublet, quickly undoing the fastenings. Evander blushed as my hands pushed it from his shoulders, my palms brushing over his chest. I tilted my head and arched my brow fractionally. He blinked and nervously cleared his throat.
“Right, sorry.”
My shirt was tugged from my breeches and over my head, his following. I knelt, grabbing his calf and lifting it, and, before he could do more than grab my shoulder, unlaced his boot and gently slid it off, my eyes remaining steadily on his. I placed his foot back on the floor, then repeated my actions on the other side. Both feet firmly planted, I reached up and tugged Evander’s breeches down. He had quite pretty legs. I had obviously seen his legs before but I had never been allowed to admire them, certainly not this close. But they were nice—strong and graceful. I could feel Alyssandra enjoying the way his thighs flowed into his hips (and his ass, although that was currently out of my sight).
Evander didn’t blink until I stood again, kicking off my own boots. Shaking his head as though to rid his hair of water, he quickly stepped out of his breeches, then paused, searching my eyes. I took his hand and placed it over my aching cock.
“She asked you to undress me,” I said gruffly. “Go on.” Evander just stared at his hand. Another breath, then Alyssandra huffed and half-stomped her foot.
“Get his cock out, Evan. Before I decide to tie you to the chair and make you watch as I break him.”
“Fuck, please don’t,” I muttered. “I am not in the mood for being broken.”
“You’re always in a mood to be broken by me,” Alyssandra responded coyly as Evander, focusing very hard, undid the laces of my breeches. He pulled them halfway down my thighs, then Alyssandra stepped closer and knelt, quickly yanking them the rest of the way down.
“Perfect.” She grinned up at me as I stepped free, then tossed my breeches to the side and sat back on her heels, tilting her head. Her gaze lingered first on my cock, then on Evander’s. Evaluating. I let my own gaze turn down. Evander had a nice cock—an odd observation, but a true one. His cock was pleasing to look at. Although, I supposed I simply enjoyed looking at him. But I felt it was somehow prettier than the other cocks I had seen.
“You’re not as big as Eddard,” Alyssandra stated. “But you’re, well, you’re prettier.”
So it isn’t simply that I am fond of Evan. She thinks his cock is pretty, as well.
“Sorry?” Evander furrowed his brow at her.
“Your cocks. I am comparing them.” Alyssandra tipped her head the other way, then turned her soft summer sky eyes up to his face, smiling sweetly. “Has anyone ever told you that you are a rather beautiful man, Evander Bolton? With a startlingly fetching cock?”
Evander ducked his head, flushing. “No, my lady, no one has ever said such a thing.”
“No one?” Alyssandra asked, reaching out for my hand and pulling me down beside her.
“No one. Easy to look at and good in bed, aye, but ‘rather beautiful’ and ‘startlingly fetching’ I am not. Your familiarity with me has led you to be overly kind, I fear,” Evander replied, eyes still on the floor, as I wrapped my arm around Alyssandra and began to kiss her neck, my hands sliding up her ribs to her breasts. I kept my gaze on Evander, however.
“Evan. Look at me, pet.” Evander’s eyes flicked up to hers, stuttering for a second over my hands on her. “I do not give men compliments easily. Express doubt in my praise of you again, and I shall forbid Eddard from speaking to you for a moon. Do you understand?”
Evander blinked at her, mouth slightly open. I knew what game she was playing. She was counting on not only his desire to be in my presence, but his knowledge that in being kept from speaking with him, I would also suffer. (He did not have to know of my carnal yearning to be assured of my deep fondness for his company.) Alyssandra knew Evander would rather cut off his own hand than hurt me, even in such a mild manner.
She allowed him another breath to reply, then sighed, reaching up to brush the back of her finger over my cheek. I turned into her touch, dragging my jaw up against her fingers before taking two of them in my mouth. Evander swallowed, looking pained.
“Pet.” Alyssandra cocked her head, frowning. “An answer.”
“Sorry!” Evander’s eyes snapped back to hers. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good. Now come here.”
Evander stepped forward and knelt in front of her. Alyssandra once again grabbed the back of his neck, tugging him forward into a kiss. I released her fingers and leaned away from her for a moment, pulling open one of the tiny drawers of the chest beside the fire and plucking the small vial tucked inside from it. I grabbed Evander’s hand from her waist and poured the oil over his fingers. Evander pulled back from Alyssandra’s lips with a small gasp as I moved behind him.
“Get her ready,” I told him, slotting my legs between his and tucking my chin into the crook of his neck. My right hand held his wrist and guided it behind Alyssandra’s back, while my left rested on his right hip, my arm slung around his waist, keeping him pressed against me.
Alyssandra closed her eyes, a beautiful little sound leaving her as Evander slowly pressed a finger inside her. She breathed for a moment, then opened her eyes again, hunger now plain in the summer sky. Her hands moved to each of our napes, resting possessively. Alyssandra leaned in and kissed me over Evander’s shoulder, pushing her tongue into my mouth, demanding that I give to her, as he slowly pumped his finger.
After a minute, she pulled away from me to give Evander the same treatment. However, she quickly released my neck in favor of lacing the fingers of both hands in his hair. Evander grunted, no doubt surprised by the ferocity of her tongue, making me smile. I softly kissed his neck, moving my hand from his wrist to Alyssandra’s cunt.
“Mm, she’s dripping for us,” I breathed in Evander’s ear, dragging my fingertips through her wet heat. “She wants us something fierce.” I slid two fingers into Alyssandra, curling them up exactly as I knew she particularly enjoyed. “She’s gonna moan so pretty when we fill her.”
The heel of my hand pressed against swollen nerves. Alyssandra pulled back from Evander with a gasp, eyes blown with lust.
“Give me your cocks now,” she demanded, pushing our hands away and shuffling backwards. “Eddard, come here.”
My arm was grabbed and tugged. I let her maneuver me as she liked. She pushed me down on my back on the rug, placing my hands on her waist and straddling my hips. A soft moan left her as she sank down onto my cock. She turned to pout at Evander as she slowly began rocking her hips. Before she could speak, he had moved, kneeling between my legs behind her. He kissed her neck, then down her back, his hands splayed over my thighs. Alyssandra’s ass was covered in kisses, then—
“Mpf!” My hips jerked upward with a grunt as Evander’s tongue dragged over my stones. Alyssandra’s nails dug into my chest, her eyes narrowing at me. I didn’t have time to apologize, however, as Evander repeated his action. This time, however, I felt him keep going, over where she and I were joined, and then he shifted higher.
“Yessss,” Alyssandra groaned, leaning down and arching her back, pressing into Evander’s ministrations. “That’s a good boy.” She stilled her hips, simply holding me inside her, breathing heavily. I took the opportunity to push myself up with one arm and ravage her breasts, sucking on one and kneading the other.
“Mm, what good boys I have,” Alyssandra murmured. “Such dedicated things.”
After a minute, she reached back and tugged Evander’s head up, pulling a whimper from him. Her other hand pushed me flat to the floor again; I obligingly moved my hands back to her waist. Alyssandra shifted her arm to hold the back of Evander’s neck as he sat up, twisting to look at him. His eyes were burning with want, his fingers digging in at her hips.
The harmony of their moans as Evander slowly pushed his cock into Alyssandra’s ass made sparks flare behind my eyes. The sensation of him against me, separated by just a bit of muscle, was unlike anything I had felt before. Evander pressed all the way in and paused, dropping his forehead to Alyssandra’s shoulder, hands sliding over mine to cover her stomach. Alyssandra allowed him a moment to breathe, then slipped her fingers into his hair and pulled him up once more, shifting her hips slightly as she did.
“Look at you, pet, all wrecked already,” she cooed; then, with a smirk, she turned to me and slid her other hand into my hair, making me whine. “Aw, my big scary dogs, rendered useless just by their lady’s touch.”
I met Evander’s eyes, and saw the same feral want there that I felt. I dug my fingers into Alyssandra’s thighs, holding her down, as I thrust up into her. Evander drew back and snapped forward again, one arm wrapping around Alyssandra’s waist, his other hand splayed over my chest. Alyssandra gasped in pleasure, releasing my hair to gently hold my throat.
“There they are,” Alyssandra purred, arching her back. “That’s it, that’s my dogs.”
Evander growled quietly, fingers digging into her side, and Alyssandra laughed. She tugged at his hair again, forcing him to look at her.
“Hit a nerve have I?” she asked tauntingly. “Big bad Bolton dog, sent by his brother to ruin the wolves, instead caught and collared.” She tilted her head and licked his jaw, then nipped at his ear.
“I know you, Evan,” she whispered. “I know your hunger.” She released my throat and lifted her hand. Evander’s hips stuttered as her thumb pushed his upper lip, revealing incisors with small outward points and sharp, elongated canines. Not as long as mine, and only on the top, but very much a threat. I slowed, watching them, emotions swirling in my gut. Alyssandra smiled, then released Evander’s lip, returning her hand to my throat.
“Fill yourself.” Alyssandra tilted her head, exposing the delightful expanse of her neck. “Let go and satiate that longing.” Evander’s eyes flicked to me. I slowly smiled, showing off my own canines.
“She likes being marked,” I told him. “She likes a little pain.”
Evander didn’t need to be told twice. I snapped upwards into Alyssandra as his teeth sunk into her neck. She moaned, fingers tightening, eyes closing. Evander bit along her neck and across her shoulder, picking up the pace of his thrusts. I moved my hand up Alyssandra’s thigh to press my thumb against the nerves I knew so well.
“Mmm.” Her eyes opened again to meet mine. “Yes, Ned, good, mmm fuck.” My breathing was restricted as her fingers and cunt squeezed. Evander groaned into her neck, his nails digging into my chest. Alyssandra exhaled, and in her moment of relaxation, Evander pushed her forward. Her hands dropped to either side of my head, her back arching with the pleasure of Evander’s thrusts. Evander grabbed her hips, kissing up her back.
“Fuck yes, good boy,” Alyssandra praised as Evander thrust harder, her tits rubbing against my chest as she rocked back to meet him. “That’s it, fuck me like the bloodthirsty dog you are.”
Hungry and holy, their bodies moving together pulled a burning devotion from deep in my heart, splitting my ribcage. I shifted my hands to cover Evander’s, thumbs softly rubbing the insides of his wrists. He looked down at me, feral and yearning, not a shred of mask left, my wife moaning shamelessly between us, and I broke. I groaned, hips jerking up, spilling deep inside Alyssandra. Evander gave a few more hard thrusts, then he stilled with a gasp, squeezing Alyssandra’s hips. She ground down against me, hips circling twice before she shuddered and bit down on my shoulder.
Before either of them could catch their breath, I pushed myself upright. Alyssandra let out a small whine as my cock drove even deeper inside her, and I laid an apologetic kiss on her temple before grabbing Evander by the hair and tugging him to me. I shoved my tongue into his mouth, claiming, devouring. Alyssandra, having recovered, gently kissed my neck, fingertips dragging up and down my back.
“Shit,” Evander breathed when I finally released his mouth, his eyes glazed. I stroked his cheek, letting affection seep into my expression. Likely no longer comfortable, Alyssandra wriggled free from us, laying on the rug with a sigh. A bit of seed dripped from her onto my thigh as she moved. My eyes dropped to it, and before I could say anything, Evander bent and licked it up. I groaned softly, then glanced at Alyssandra, who had her eyes fixed on Evander. I grabbed his hair once more and pulled him towards her.
“Clean her up,” I said quietly, pushing his head down between her legs.
Evander gladly went, laying on his stomach, hands wrapping around Alyssandra’s thighs. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, watching as he slowly licked over her cunt. I settled beside her, hand resting on her stomach. Her eyes slid down from Evander’s head and stopped. Her brow furrowed, and her lips pursed. She didn’t say anything, but I knew that when we had exhausted our lust, she would have questions about the scars.
“Are you pleased?” I asked her, sliding my hand up to cup her breast as she sighed at whatever Evander was doing with his mouth.
“Hm.” Alyssandra turned her eyes, still hungry, up at me. “Not as pleased as I would be if your mouth was also on me.” I bent towards her breasts, but her fingers laced in my hair and pulled me up. “Ah ah ah. No. I want you to clean his seed from me.”
My cock twitched. Evander groaned, muffled by Alyssanda’s cunt. Alyssandra grinned, then pushed Evander’s head away from her, gesturing for him to roll onto his back. He went, once again grabbing her thighs as she knelt over his face. She bent forward, supporting herself on her hands again, and looked over her shoulder at me, brow arched. Before she could chastise me, I shifted, straddling Evander’s thighs and placing my hands on his chest.
“Good boys,” Alyssandra purred as my tongue dragged over her hole. “My good, filthy boys. Eating each other’s seed from my cunt and ass. My obedient dogs.”
My cock, never having truly softened, was drawn back to full mast at her words. I felt Evander’s likewise hardening again against my stomach, and an idea came to me. I shifted forward. Evander whimpered, a sound that plucked at my heart, and in my peripheral, Alyssandra glanced down at me.
“Oh greedy thing, aren’t you,” she murmured. I lifted my head to look pleadingly at her and she sighed with a soft smile. “Go ahead, rub your cocks together. But that is the only way either of you shall achieve a second release. No hands, no mouths.”
The slide of my cock against Evander’s made the base of my neck tingle. Like when I had first pressed into Alyssandra’s cunt on our wedding night, it felt like it had always been meant to be, like the gods had always intended this. Any rational thought was gone completely. All that existed was my cock against his and his seed on my tongue, gathered from my beloved wife’s hole. I vaguely heard Alyssandra praising us, sweetly calling us her dogs in that breathy voice I held so dear.
I felt Evander’s thighs tense beneath me. Beside my shoulders, Alyssandra’s thighs were trembling. Determined to give her release first (she had not said it, but it was an unspoken rule between us at this point), I slowed my rutting, making Evander whimper and jerk his hips up impatiently.
“Easy, pet,” Alyssandra panted, “just, shit, wait a moment.” She rocked against us, muscles clenching. “Fuck, yes, yes, yessssss! Gooooooood booooooyssssss.”
My wife’s pleasure attended to, I chased my own, snapping my hips roughly. Evander moaned loudly, pulling away from Alyssandra as his seed spilled across his stomach. A moment later, my own joined it, mixing in a filthy, primal claim. Alyssandra shifted to the side, turning to look at us; as soon as she moved, I bent down, kissing Evander again, relishing in the taste of her on his tongue. I felt Alyssandra’s fingers gently dragging through my hair.
“Good dogs,” she cooed. “That’s it, good, show him how much you love him.”
Evander tensed beneath me, her words clearly shooting fear through him. I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. They were wide, adoration and terror fighting for prominence. I smiled and cupped his cheek.
“I do,” I whispered. “Love you, that is.” Alyssandra shifted so she could rest her chin on my shoulder, her hand cupping his other cheek. “We want whatever you are willing to give, Ev.”
“I do not expect you to love me, pet,” Alyssandra added. “We can simply share him, if you wish.” Evander’s eyes darted between our faces for a moment, then he closed them and swallowed.
“I cannot say I have not been quite envious of you, but,” he opened his eyes again, meeting Alyssandra’s, “I hold sincere affection for you, Aly. ’Tis not love yet, but it could be nurtured into it. And besides,” a smirk appeared on his handsome face, “I would very much like to experience your skills at sucking cock again.”
“Oh!”
Alyssandra pushed at his face, laughing, and sat back. Evander smiled at her, then at me. I bent and kissed him lightly, then rolled off of him. Alyssandra glanced at his stomach, then sighed and stood, walking into my bedchamber. She reappeared after a moment with a towel, kneeling beside Evander and unceremoniously wiping him off.
“Hey!” Evander frowned at her. Alyssandra paused and arched her brow.
“What? Were you still hungry?”
“I, no.” Evander blushed. “You just ought to warn a man before you touch him.”
“I assumed you were intelligent enough to know what I meant to do.”
Evander huffed. Alyssandra shook her head, then resumed cleaning him. Finished, she stood again, and I followed. She turned back towards my bedchamber, grabbing her abandoned nightgown on the way, then pausing at the doorway to look at Evander expectantly. I looked between them, watching her determination to nurture battle his stubborn independence.
“Pet,” Alyssandra said with a hint of annoyance, “I shall be sorely disappointed if you do not join us in our bed. I do not think disappointing your lady is what you wish to do, is it?”
“No, right, sorry.” Evander scrambled up and quickly followed us. Alyssandra smiled at him, then walked to the bed, tugging her nightgown back on.
“Eddard, give him something to sleep in,” she called, nestling into the middle of the bed. “And then hurry back to me, for I wish to be warmed by my darlings.”
“Of course, my lady,” I replied, smiling at Evander and taking his hand. “As you wish, always.”
well i think i was possessed or something bc this is the product of like. two and a half hours. my brain saw the prompt and locked in lol enjoy!
“Can I—can I please touch myself?”
Robb cocks his head, his own hand stroking himself slowly, eyes drifting lazily over Evan's tense muscles, his panting chest, the way his fists are clenched tightly in the bedsheets. There's a shining smear on his stomach, the dark trail of hair wet where his straining cock has wept steadily since Robb had worked him to the edge and then left him with a sharp order. His hips are rutting up into thin air. Robb groans at the sight of him, and his cock throbs in his hand, his stroking getting slicker. Evan's eyes are a tangible, heated weight watching him, and Robb smirks at the strangled, whispered "fuuuck."
Robb hums thoughtfully, willing himself to slow and then stop his self-ministrations. "Do you deserve to?" he asks, voice still carrying an edge of anger—not truly at Evan, not really, but it serves his purposes. He shakes his head, looking down at the floor, disappointment lining his frown — a hitching breath that sounds awfully close to a sob reaches his ears, but when he glances up, Evan is still tense like he's trying – and failing – not to move. He waits a moment, but no true protest comes. "You kept things from me, Evan. Worse, you lied to me, and you broke your promise."
Evan isn't looking at him anymore, having shut his eyes and turned his head away from Robb's disappointment. Robb sighs, and reaches out, gripping Evan's chin and firmly turning his head. "Look at me, Evan."
Teary, dark blue eyes meet his. Robb's heart gives a painful, fluttering thump. Evan is gorgeous always, but truly wrecked like this—blue nearly edged out by wide pupils, face flushed, hair even more of a mess than usual and damp with sweat, lips bitten red—this is when he is at his most beautiful.
"Gods, you're fucking gorgeous," Robb whispers, unable to stop himself from praising his Ev when he looks so pretty just for Robb. Evan shivers, flushing as he always does when Robb compliments him like this.
"Robb, plea-please let me touch," Evan begs, his voice breaking wonderfully. "I need, I need it, or you, or something!"
"Hm." Robb passes his thumb over Evan's lips, and the ready way Ev takes it in his mouth threatens to undo Robb's resolve. "You didn't seem to need me when you were telling me everything was fine with your father." He presses his thumb against Evan's teeth, the way he does when he wants to fuck Ev's mouth, and predictably, Evan lets his jaw drop. Robb hums, a little mean. "You'd let me, wouldn't you? Let me fuck that pretty throat until you can't speak and the whole camp knows what you've been doing in my tent?"
Evan nods wildly. "Fuck, yes, please." His hand lifts to grasp at Robb's thigh, and Robb allows it for the moment. "Please, fuck, I need you to do an-anything, Robb, anything."
Robb's hand slips up into Evan's hair, gripping tightly and using the hold to maneuver him up. Evan goes willingly, hands fluttering around like he wants to touch himself or Robb, but never actually landing. He whimpers softly as he slumps, his forehead landing against Robb's hip bone, so close to Robb's cock that Robb can feel the tension in Evan's shoulders as he refrains from taking him into his mouth. It makes something dangerously warm and possessive fill Robb's whole being, that Evander Bolton surrenders so completely as to follow Robb's every word, even when he's so desperate to come.
Gently, Robb caresses Evan's hair. "You didn't seem to need me when you told me you were having dinner with your father, and instead I found you fighting."
Robb presses his fingers against the reddening bruise marring Evan's ribs, a product of Evan being distracted by Robb's presence and forgetting to dodge. Evan's breath hitches, and he arches into the touch, closer to Robb, whining when he's pushed back.
"I'm not going to let some random commoner talk shit about you," Ev snaps, falling back on his elbows. He's starting to look frustrated, more so than turned on, and Robb can't have this become something actually punishing.
He reaches down, skims his fingers over Evan's leaking cock. A choked, beautiful moan tears from Evan's throat, his hips snapping up towards Robb's hand. Robb pulls away, and cups Evan's cheek.
"Yes, I know, you're such a good guard dog for me." Evan visibly shudders, his cock jerking. Robb smirks, and steps back to his place at the foot of the bed. "Which is why it's so frustrating that you won't understand that I want you to tell me when things are bad with that man, and I don't want you to be going and getting in pointless–" he holds up a finger as Evan's mouth opens—"pointless fights." His hand finds his cock once more, and he watches Ev's eyes follow the movement with a deep hunger. "You'll sit pretty for me and you won't come tonight."
"Robb…"
He waits. If Evan really didn't want this, Robb would be done in a heartbeat — soft, loving sex to finish them both and then holding Ev close for as long as it takes to make him remember Robb loves him. But Evan, Robb's beautiful amazing Ev, takes a shuddering breath and instead says, "I want you to come on me, then. I want to smell like you."
Fuck. Robb can't keep his distance after that. He lunges forward, dragging Evan up into a filthy kiss. And really, once his cock is brushing against Ev's, he's lost — it always feels too good to be this close to Evan for Robb to maintain his self control. He rocks his hips against Evan's, groaning into his mouth. He feels Evan's hands, tentative on his thighs, and Robb breaks the kiss just long enough to breathe, "Yes, fuck it, just touch me," before he's shoving his tongue into Ev's mouth again.
Robb comes embarrassingly fast, and the sound that Ev makes as Robb's seed splatters against his chest burns itself into Robb's memory. Robb bites at Evan's lip as he pulls back, resting his forehead against Ev's.
"Fuck, I can't…" He pants, stealing another quick kiss before continuing. "Come for me, Ev. I wanna see you, I wanna make you come."
Evan, who has been teetering on the edge of release for a while, comes nearly on command. Robb reaches between their bodies and wraps a hand around Evan, working him as the release slams through him.
They fall to the bed, panting, uncaring of the stickiness between them. Evan buries his face in Robb's neck, his arms winding around Robb's waist. Robb cards his fingers through Evan's hair, basking in the boneless warmth of his favorite person on earth.
"You'll tell me next time, won't you?" he asks quietly. Evan nods against Robb's shoulder. He says nothing, but Robb can feel the soft, almost apologetic kiss pressed to his collarbone, and decides that's enough of an answer.
I feel like Cerenna would bring out Evan's bitchiest side? He would absolutely talk shit with her, and i know she'd also encourage his violent tendencies on her behalf? Cerenna absolutely has scary dog privileges in Evander and she's got him on a LEASH. Assuming this is a world where Robb just like. Isn't on either of their radars romantically, I think Evander would be a little more damaged, and far more willing to devote himself entirely to Cerenna than he would be in a universe where he's in love with Robb. I do think he'd be a little reluctant to be king bc he'd feel like he's just doing what his father always wanted, but Cerenna could probably manipulate convince him to do it lol
Ok so Evander and Theon, in my mind, can only happen one of two ways. The first, Evan and Theon latched onto each other, being the "outsiders" of Winterfell, and that developed much the same as robbevan, except the person Evander is tying himself to so thoroughly is Theon. So. I don't see them actually ever officially getting together? Before that it's a lot of fooling around, and sharing the same girl. And it would end bad, because Theon taking Winterfell with Evan at his side would never end well. Not only do they argue about Bran and Rickon, and the betrayal of the Starks in general, Ramsay absolutely flays Evander in front of Theon, just to further break him.
The second way, Robb dies at the Red Wedding, and Theon and Evander drown their grief in each other whenever they cross paths, and both of them know that they aren't who the other actually wants. It's crazy unhealthy, and frankly Evander is not living past seeing the Starklings all returned anyway. I think Evander is letting himself get killed during the long night, and then we all know what happens to theon.
“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”
“That’s sweet and all but do they touch you the way I touch you? Fuck you the way I fuck you? Mm, yeah, didn’t think so.”
A softly spoken, “Want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
“Let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll do the work.”
“Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”
“Can I… can I touch you?”
“My God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”
“Can I— can I please touch myself?”
“Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”
“I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.”
“You sound/taste/feel/look so fucking good.”
“Oh God, you feel amazing, baby.”
A whispered “Please” slipping out of kiss bitten lips.
“Mine. All mine.”
“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”
“I love getting to know you like this.”
“You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now.”
“Is this okay?”
“How much do you want this?”
“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.”
“Shh, just a little more…”
“You’re taking me so well, baby.”
“Say please.”
“I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you.”
“Tell me how you want me.”
Soft whines and whimpers; held back noises because they don’t want anyone else hearing them; a plea for more without the use of words.
“Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.”
“Wanna hear you beg for it, yeah?”
“Where do you want me to touch you?” “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me. Please.”
“P-please just”—a sob—“I just need you to fuck me.”
“Need/want you in me.”
“Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.”
“Not so fast, bun.”
“So… You touch yourself to the thought of me? I’d like to see that in action.”
“Want your fingers in me.”
“Now, why don’t we teach you a lesson?”
“Touch yourself for me.”
“Tell me how you like/want/need it.”
“I wanna taste you on my lips again.”
It’s the gentle and soft touches which send shivers skittering down their spine.
“Rough or gentle?”
“Fuck, look at you right now…”
“You’re really messing with my head here.”
“Fuck, just touch me already! Just— just do something!” “Not so fast. We’ve still got the whole night/day ahead of us.”
“Wanna feel you against me.”
“Don’t wanna come until I feel you in me.”
“Clothes on or clothes off?”
“All yours. Only yours.”
“How about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?”
“Fuck, I need/want you so bad.”
“I want you to say my name like that again.”
“Aren’t you desperate?”
“Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?”
“Only I get to touch you like this, okay?”
“Patience, love. We’re getting there.”
“Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”
“Be good for me.”
“You want to come?” “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Let’s make your thoughts a reality, yeah?”
“Imagine how amazing you’d sound when I’m fucking you senseless.”
“I’ll fuck you so good, I promise.”
“I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad.”
“You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this.”
“You’ve got me all hot and bothered.”
“You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.”
“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? Can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Please let me come.”
“I-I promise I’ll be good.”
“How are you feeling?”
“God, you feel so good around me.”
“So wet/hard for me already, huh?”
“You good?”
“Mm, always so impatient for me, aren’t you?”
“Do I turn you on that much?” “You don’t even fucking know.”
“You wanna take control?”
“Let me ride you.”
“Behave.”
“F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already.”
“Oh, the things I’d do to you if we were alone right now…”
“Th-There are people outside this door—” “Well, this isn’t about them, is it?”
“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?”
“Yeah, but they don’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, do they?”
“Might I remind you that these walls aren’t sound proof.”
A softly exhaled, “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”
“Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?”
“How do you want me to touch you?”
“Let me show you how much I mean what I say.”
“Gonna make sure you don’t forget about tonight.”
Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans.
“Need me to remind you on what happened last night?”
“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?”
In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.”
“But you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” “I… That’s not true.”
“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?”
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Lift your hips up for me.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re bossy.”
“Look at you, coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.”
“Stop glaring at me like you don’t enjoy me teasing you.”
“I want to be the one fucking you this time.”
“Sweetheart, you’re so responsive to my touch.”
“I think you’d look even better under me.”
“And I think you’d look fucking hot when you’re on top of me.”
“Want you to ruin me.”
“Do whatever you want with me.”
“Just sit on my fucking face already.”
“Who gave you permission to touch yourself?”
“What did I just say?”
“You feel so fucking good in me.”
“You can have all of me if that’s what you want.”
“Baby—shit—I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed like this.”
“Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” “Okay.”
“S-Stop leaving marks on my neck. I have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”
“Let me make you feel good this time?”
“You only get to watch.” “B-but—” “No buts, sweetheart.”
“I’d fuck you right here, right now, if I could.”
“Let’s take it back to my place.”
“Are we— are we really going to do this here?”
“Turn around.”
“You look so cute like this, you know?” “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me already.”
“Why’d you stop?” “Because you sounded too fucking good and so I had like, a moment.”
“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
“Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.”
“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.” “Then why don’t you?”
“Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.”
Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
A whispered, “Then come for me,” right next to their ear after they beg for release through tears and soft whimpers, because they’ve been edged for way too long.
“Admit it — you want this as much as I do.”
“I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.”
“No one does it like you.”
“Christ, I wanna fuck you so bad.” “You’ll get to do that once we get home.”
“I want you in the most sinful ways possible.”
“Need a hand?”
“Aww, how eager can you get?”
“I want you to touch me like I’m the only thing you could ever want.”
“Can’t— can’t you go faster than this?”
“You like messing with my head, don’t you?” “Only because it clearly turns you on.”
“B-But what about you?” “We can worry about me later. It’s all about you right now.”
“Shit, I’m so fucking hooked on you it’s not even funny.”
“You’d sound so good begging for it.”
“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.”
“Don’t make too many noises or we’ll get caught.” “That’s part of the thrill.”
“I don’t care, I just need these clothes off so I can fully feel you against me.”
Thanks @sophieturnersdoppelganger for the tag!! The scene i wrote for the robbxreader i was talking about with snowy last night, it's short but i had to get this written before i went to sleep lol
Robb smooths his hands down his front and straightens his shirt, then looks up at you.
"Alright?" he asks. "Can't tell what we've been doing?"
You look him over. There's a flush still to his cheeks, and pine needles and bark adorn his curls. You smile and pat his chest. "You look perfect."
You follow him back to camp, self-satisfied smirk on your lips that softens into a real smile whenever he turns back to you. You watch as his bannermen's eyes find the disheveled hair, then you five paces behind, and their expressions turn knowingly amused as they go back to their own business. You clock the moment Talisa sees Robb, and delight in the faint scowl as she realizes what it means that he's returning from the woods, with you, like this — that'll teach her to flirt with Robb right in front of you.
no pressure tags: @robnikmeria @goldsnows @gardens-of-babylonn @archiveofsnow
Robb losing Evander in the Riverlands and begging the gods of the South, who he has never prayed to or cared for before, to tell him how to keep going.
short and sweet lil one shot sort of based on this ask to @archiveofsnow. title from Olivia Rodrigo's honeybee. please lemme know what you think!
pairing: jon snow x reader
tags: fem!reader, hand job, slight praise kink
1.4k words
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Early mornings with Jon are your favorite time of day, when the sun is just starting to peek over the horizon, and the world hasn't stolen your husband away yet. You get up slowly enough to not wake him, braving the cold of the room to let Ghost out and then climbing back into the warm cocoon of the bed — the furs have long been kicked to the foot of the bed, but Jon radiates heat like your own personal fire, and he never lets you drift too far while you sleep.
You prop yourself up on one elbow just to watch Jon sleep. Your eyes trace the scars by his eye, the stern brow that furrows even in his sleep, the slope of his nose, the pout of his lips. You lift a hand, trailing feather-light fingertips down his cheek, rubbing your thumb along his bearded jaw. He shifts, turning into your touch and mumbling in his sleep. A soft smile comes to your face — you love when he's soft and unguarded like this, and you so rarely wake before him.
You let your hand drift lower, gentle over the scars on his chest. Your throat tightens as it always does when you see them — you hate the reminder of how close you'd come to never getting to be Jon's at all, you hate that he'd had to go through such a thing. You tuck yourself into Jon's side, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He stirs, his arm winding around your waist to pull you closer. He kisses the top of your head, lingering there for a beat.
"Mornin', love," he says softly. A shiver travels down your spine at the sleep-rough rumble his voice is this early.
"Good morning," you reply softly, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. "Did you sleep well? You came in late."
"Aye," Jon says. His hand rubs over your arm idly, and you see a smile curve his lips as you press soft kisses to his shoulder. "The trade agreements with the Free Folk needed finalizing so I can send them to Castle Black this morning."
You frown against his skin. "You still need your sleep, love. Trade agreements are nothing to your wellbeing. And you've been so stressed lately."
Jon lifts your chin and kisses you. "You take my stress away, just being here."
If asked, you'll blame your next actions on Jon's work, on the fact that being King keeps him away from you so much. You let your hand drift down Jon's torso, smiling as the muscles of his stomach tighten under your touch the lower you go. Your fingers dance over his morning hardness, and Jon's breath hitches.
"Love…" His voice sounds strained. "I've got meetings this morning, I have so much to do…"
"Shhh," you murmur, slipping your hand into his smalls and wrapping around the heated flesh. "Let me take more of your stress." You nip at his earlobe, voice barely a whisper. "Just relax. We've time enough for this."
Jon's entire world narrows to the weight of you at his side, your soft breathing against his neck, your hand around his cock. It's agonizingly slow, the way you stroke him — perfectly tight, a slight twist on every pull, your thumb pressing just under his head in that way that sends lightning zinging up his spine. He groans softly, turning his head to bury his nose in your hair.
"You're so good to me," he mumbles, a little in awe as always that he gets to have you. "Faster, please." A soft chuckle makes a confusing mix of dread and arousal pool in his gut. His hips rut up against your hand, and he groans again as your ministrations pause. "Sweet girl…"
"Just relax, Jon," you laugh. You lean up, kissing the curve of his frown. "You do so much, just let me take care of you."
You wait until he's stopped trying fuck your hand, and then resume your slow, steady stroking. Jon's arm tightens around you, pulling you closer as if to fuse you to his side. You drop your mouth to his shoulder, kissing along his collarbone, letting your teeth scrape ever so slightly against the curve of his neck. He jerks in your hand, leaking steadily, easing your grip. He's a mess of visible need, just the way you wanted, and the bitten off moans, the twitching hips, are making your own need grow into a pool of liquid heat.
You let Jon's cock fall back to his stomach, trailing feather-light fingertips down the shaft, painting circles on his sensitive inner thighs with the slick pre your fingers are damp with. He shivers at the touch, his legs spreading to give you more access.
"So good for me," you murmur absently, delighting in the full-body shudder and the wonderful moan that tears from his throat. You make a mental note to try such words the next time you make love, to see if the reaction to your praise is just as lovely when Jon is buried in you. "So beautiful like this."
Your fingers find his sack, and you roll his stones between them, a gentle fondling that makes Jon bury his face against the top of your head and his hands clench onto your upper arm and waist with a bruising strength. The thought that you'll carry his handprints with you all day makes you ache deliciously, and you surge upwards to kiss him properly.
"Gods, I'm so close, love," he mumbles quickly against your lips. His hips buck and you think he might actually whine when you move your hand away. "So close, just a little faster, plea—"
You shake your head. "I quite like you like this," you inform him. "I have no desire for it to end so quickly."
"A menace," he grumbles, but the tone is undercut by the desperate edge of his voice and the way his eyes roll back when you squeeze him in retaliation.
The morning drifts into a syrupy sort of warmth, hazy and dreamlike. Jon is a squirming mass of need — he wants so badly for you to pick up the pace, he itches to have the weight of you on top of him, but surrendering is its own kind of pleasure. You stroke him with a lazy sort of exactness, and he will never admit it, but the soft praises falling continuously from your perfect mouth, searing into his skin where you press gentle kisses, make his stomach tighten and his veins heat better than any quick release could.
When Jon finally comes, your eyes are locked on his face. He's quieter than usual, coming like this, as if he doesn't want to shatter the tranquil moment. His mouth falls open on a low, strangled groan, his pretty brown eyes shutting tight. You kiss his pulse, smiling as you feel it flutter under your mouth. He's so beautiful, you could watch him come forever.
It makes your mouth water a bit, watching the way his seed splatters up his stomach, painting his abs in ropes of pearly white. You work him through his high, until he's wrapping a large hand around your wrist and pulling your hand away. You lift yourself up onto your elbow again, watching him pant for breath.
"Good?" you ask, idly swirling your fingertips through the mess of his abs.
"What have I done to deserve you?" he asks instead of answering. He's still a little breathless, and the intensity of his gaze on you — like you're the only thing worth living for — makes your cheeks heat.
You shrug. "Who says you had to do anything?"
You lift your come-covered fingers to your mouth and lick them clean — maybe you should have started the morning by sucking him, you do enjoy the way he tastes. Jon groans, and you yelp in shock as you suddenly find yourself underneath him.
He kisses you fiercely. "You drive me mad, woman."
You giggle, looping your arms around his neck. "I thought you had meetings?"
"No meeting is more important than thanking my beautiful wife for taking such good care of me," Jon says in a low voice that has your thighs squeezing together. He kisses his way down your body, and your pulse picks up in anticipation. "They can all wait."
You have enough time to be thankful you locked the door earlier — no interruptions — before Jon descends upon you, and the ability to think of anything but his mouth on your center and your hands in his hair quickly leaves you.
Neither of you leave the bedchamber until well into the day.
