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@lordofthecrossing-blog
“I’m sure she is simply tired, my lord,” Lyanna knew Roslin was still worried about what was to become of her but hoped Walder would leave it alone. “It has been a trying couple of days for her. Perhaps she would feel less Ill at ease if her father would show her that lords may act as gentlemen to their wives.”
“It’s likely better to prepare her for reality, rather than some fantasy land where you think things happen.”
“Aye, go make yourself look pretty. You’ll be paying for your presumptuousness after dinner with that tight little cunt of yours.” he said half a warning, half a tease.
“I assumed that I would,” Lyanna said standing up to her full height and leaving for her chambers. She knew that she was likely to suffer for what she’d done no matter how much Walder approved in the end. He rarely hit her or hurt her just for the sake of it or for true punishment, but it didn’t make his idea of fun any less uncomfortable.
She tried to keep his wine cup full at dinner on the off chance he might be too drunk to give her much of a look at night. It rarely worked, but she kept trying.
Instead of lulling him to sleep, the wine only made him more lecherously amourous, smacking his wife's backside and pinching at her skin every chance he got. "Our daughter looks miserable." He said with his hand resting on her thigh, taking another sip of his wine.
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“Good morning, my lord husband.” She stated with a smile as he woke up after being touch and go for the past month. “I was beginning to think I would be a widow with the Dreadfort as mine in my own right until I have a child.”
So she still had use for the old man yet after all, she needed a child to regain the Dreadfort.
Walder moaned, he was still in pain, still in agony every day. His wife's voice grated on him. "Aye?" He asked horsely. "Its a disapointment to you that im not dead yet,is it?"
DADDY KINK/GENTLE DOM SENTENCE STARTERS
1. "Come here boy and sit in my lap"
2. "Give Daddy a kiss."
3. "I think it's time for some play, don't you?"
4. "Go and pick a toy for us to play with."
5. "Don't you want to make me proud?"
6. "Come on, time for bed."
7. "Put Daddy's cock in your mouth, theres a good boy."
8. "Daddy's had enough now, stop that."
9. "Let me tie you up baby."
10. "You look so pretty with your head in my lap"
11. "I've bought you lots of new presents, want to see?"
12. "Try that on, and I'll wait here."
13. "Fix Daddy a drink? It's been a long day."
14. "Come here, I want to cuddle"
15. "Let Daddy put his fingers inside of you."
16. "Did you see any toys you liked on the website baby?"
17. "Lets go lie down and pretend to have a nap."
18. "Come here baby and sit on my face"
19. "You have to do something for me, before I do something for you."
20. "Think you can still concentrate with my fingers inside of you?"
21. "Did you know you have the cutest butt I've ever seen?"
22. "Bend over for me baby."
23. "Stop bouncing up and down, you're distracting me from my work."
24. "So what do you want to do today baby?"
25. "Daddy has the whole day off work. Lets stay in bed."
26. "I think it's bath time, don't you?"
27. "Now where did you learn to dance like that?"
28. "I have some chocolate, you want to earn some?"
29. "Stay the night? I'll take good care of you."
30. "Daddys bored. Put that book down and come entertain me."
Walder Frey
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Lord Walder Frey is a ASOIAF/GOT character, who is the lord of a keep called the Twins at the crossing. He is about 90 years old at the time of the war of the five kings, and he is known for his bountiful loins and insistence on taking young wives.
Written by @kinkyfuckeryoftas. Sideblog.
X for the kiss meme again but this time from lordofthecrossing, my walder frey sideblog.
7. good morning kiss
Sometimes…. most times, Kaura still could not understand how she had ended up married to Walder fucking Frey. It had been some violent twist of politics and Robb had insisted upon the necessity. Who was she to deny her king?
Words were said, cloaks were haphazardly thrown around, and now she was stuck at the Twins for the rest of her life. With one of the most despised Lords of the Seven Kingdoms.
“Didn’t you hear me, girl? I said come give your husband a good morning kiss!”
She tried not to grimace against the grating of his voice against her eardrums, but it was hard to refrain. Her feet carried her to where he sat, and sheer force of will caused her to stoop and press a kiss to his cheek. “Good morning, husband,” she mumbled.
She stood so fast that the small bench she had been sitting on went flying backwards. “You have enough fucking spawn already!” she roared, hurling the hairbrush across the room. “I’ll be damned if I curse the world with another fucking Frey.”
Walder’s silence echoed through the room. “Get over here, or I swear to the old gods and the new, I will haul you out to the yard and make you cut your own switch and beat your bare arse in front of anyone who wishes to watch.”
Lyanna kissed his lips, gently but with enough fervor to hopefully please him. She knew if she did not feign certain amorous feelings, he would only make it worse for her. “I should go dress for dinner,” She said hoping for an excuse to be alone for the better part of an hour.
“Aye, go make yourself look pretty. You’ll be paying for your presumptuousness after dinner with that tight little cunt of yours.” he said half a warning, half a tease.
“Fine. If it means so very much to you, wed our girl to Hoster Tully’s son. In three years time, not five. Fifteen is well old enough for a marriage, she will be a woman then, by any standards.” Walder replied. “Does this please you?”
“Well enough,” She would have preferred five, but if there had not been a rebellion, she would have been wed at 15. “Thank you, my lord. I know you did not have to agree and it does mean a great deal to me.”
It was a good match, she was right. No matter how it irked him that she had gone behind his back, he also knew Lyanna wouldn't have to do a great deal of embellishing to sell Roslin. Hoster Tully should be eager to have his son and heir married, and Roslin had somehow gotten the best of both sides of her genes, her mother's pale skin and smaller nose, a thin Frey figure, and somehow she had pretty delicate features to go with her dark hair. "Good, now come give your lord husband a kiss."
“Yes, it was a pleasure fucking your maiden’s blood all over my sheets.” Walder said with a small smirk. “What’s she terrified of? All girls get their moon blood sooner or later.”
“The romantic way you speak of our marriage never fails to warm my heart, Walder.” She muttered under her breath. “Just because a girl bleeds, it does not mean she is ready to bear a child.You will get half as much of a dowry and no help in your position if you turn this proposal away. Would you do it simply to spite me? You have plenty of other daughters yet to marry without worrying about a child.”
"Fine. If it means so very much to you, wed our girl to Hoster Tully's son. In three years time, not five. Fifteen is well old enough for a marriage, she will be a woman then, by any standards." Walder replied. "Does this please you?"
Lyanna looked away as soon as he looked at her turning her head to the side. She closed her eyes squeezing them shut tight. Her body was responding to his touch despite the fact that she wished she could shut him out entirely. “Please…Could we blow the candles out?” She asked as if that would make such a difference.”
“No, I want to see you.” it was punctuated by a light bite on her nipple. “I want to see your tits and your tight little cunny.” the old man lapped at the same nipple he had just bit. “I don’t suppose your mother ever told you that some men like to lick their wives there, eh?”
Every move she made had been deliberate. At the wedding, as he touched and groped her, she made no more than a flinch, keeping her expression stony. She kept her eyes on his, partially to show that she was unafraid, partially to avoid her father’s gaze boring into the side of her skull. She had willed for her mind to fly far away from her head, so that she might walk as the undead, and do all she was meant to do without feeling. And though she was practised at this, she had been sickeningly aware of every painstaking moment.
The feast had been worse. She drank down her wine as soon as it filled her chalice, and then another, and another, until she was near full to bursting. She wanted to drown out the feeling of her lord husband’s hand shamelessly groping at her, the way his fingers dug into her flesh, against her cunt, and she responded in turn by unashamedly swatting away his advances. It seemed each slap only made him more aggressive in these “mindless acts” as his sons had said. The Others take Lord Walder and his sons, and all his wretched children. And worse than all of them was her father, for marrying her off to a man so cruel.
The bedding was the worst of all. She had sworn to herself to lie there, unmoving, as she had done so many times for Father, but as she quickly discovered, Lord Walder was not her father. As much as she had told herself not to cry, she could not stop the tears–not from the pain, but from the depravity of it. Every moment seemed to linger for hours, and when he had finally finished inside her, she nearly wept with relief, and fear–that this was only the first night of many nights to come.
It was that realisation that sent her over the edge–quite literally, and she fell to the floor at their bedside, retching an oceanful of Arbor sweet red into her chamber pot. She wouldn’t tolerate this, not another night. And if his seed were to quicken in her belly, she would sooner carve the foetus out of her womb herself than give birth to it.
She wiped a trail of saliva and bile from her lips with her fingers before slowly climbing back onto the bed. She made no attempt to keep modesty; what did it matter any more? Instead, she merely lie on her back, feeling the uncomfortable ache between her legs and the churning in her stomach, as she spoke, lowly and meaningfully.
‘When my father approached you, did he say I was a quiet, subservient girl? I suppose he would have, and he wouldn’t have been lying. Not then.’ For a moment, she just stared at the ceiling, and then went on: ‘But you will never have me. Not really. And when you tire of me, and cast me aside, I will not be broken.’
She wasn’t certain if she was telling him, or herself.
“He did say you knew well enough to do your duty.” Walder replied, having stood from the bed to clean his cock on a scrap of clothing, he returned to the bed to lie next to her, hand idly draped, cupping one of her breasts, his clammy fingers twitching and moving as if to remind her that she was claimed, she belonged to him.
“He did warn me you had a bit of a stubborn streak, but I’ve had stubborn wives before, stubborn serving girls who didn’t know their place, and I taught it to them all the same, be they a lady or a whore.” he said. His hand slid down, over her belly to the patch of soft hair between her legs. “I will have you any which way I like, do you understand?” he asked her. “You’re your own woman, that much may be true, but this...” his fingers were suddenly inside her, cold against her heat. “This is mine.”
“She may well live through childbearing. What if she spreads her leg for some stable boy or something? Spoils herself for marriage?”
“I managed to live to 18 without spreading my legs as I’m sure you remember all too well. If we suspect that to be the case, we can discuss moving the marriage up. For now she is terrified, my lord.”
“Yes, it was a pleasure fucking your maiden’s blood all over my sheets.” Walder said with a small smirk. “What’s she terrified of? All girls get their moon blood sooner or later.”
X for the kiss meme again but this time from lordofthecrossing, my walder frey sideblog.
7. good morning kiss
Sometimes…. most times, Kaura still could not understand how she had ended up married to Walder fucking Frey. It had been some violent twist of politics and Robb had insisted upon the necessity. Who was she to deny her king?
Words were said, cloaks were haphazardly thrown around, and now she was stuck at the Twins for the rest of her life. With one of the most despised Lords of the Seven Kingdoms.
“Didn’t you hear me, girl? I said come give your husband a good morning kiss!”
She tried not to grimace against the grating of his voice against her eardrums, but it was hard to refrain. Her feet carried her to where he sat, and sheer force of will caused her to stoop and press a kiss to his cheek. “Good morning, husband,” she mumbled.
“Do you fuck your husband for the pleasure of it? Heh heh.” he said with a cackle. “You won’t be needing to fit into armor again, girl. You’ll be home with your babies.”
She hissed under her breath and began yanking the hair brush through her hair. “You can’t stop me from training,” she retorted. “Not when I’m not pregnant, and even when I am. While it’s still early enough.”
Gods. She wanted to puke.
“If you’re putting my little spawn in danger, I certainly can.” Walder grumbled, reaching his hand between his legs and scratching.
I straight up want to see Walder just humiliate the shit out of Lyanna both in bed and in front of Ned. Knock those starks down a peg or two.
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Walder is just going to jack off quietly thinking about this.
“He is Ned’s brother by law. He would not allow such a thing. If she weds not, she would not survive bearing a child. Is that a risk you prefer? It would do little for your name to have her lost.”
“She may well live through childbearing. What if she spreads her leg for some stable boy or something? Spoils herself for marriage?”
“I was merely professing my love for you, my lord,” She had never learned to bite her tongue. “He will. His sign and his seal is there with his father’s, but he will not take her until she is at least sixteen.”
“Five years is a long time to break a vow. We should have them wed sooner.”
Hoster Tully?
His son. A bit older than I would like, but not quite as large a gap as our loving union.
“Edmure?” Walder’s eyes narrowed a bit. “Mind your sarcasm, woman.” he said. “He’ll commit to her? He won’t break his word?”
