#benjenstcrk

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when u are blessed bc uncle @benjenstcrk loves u

[starkmatriarch]

@benjenstcrk

His visits were rare enough, for a man of the Night’s Watch forswore his family, all his kin and homes and took a new family in it’s place. Few men ever chanced to visit their homes again, but Benjen had the benefits of being both First Ranger and having a childhood home not too long a ride from the Wall. Should he need to collect new recruits or visit the place of some Wildling attack, Winterfell and his family were always open to him. 

His visit had been unexpected and so their meal had been no feast but it had been warm and filled with laughter and with such full bellies and full hearts, Catelyn had even found it easy to ignore the bastard at their table as he laughed with his half-siblings and begged stories of his Uncle. 

But now the children were retired to their chambers and Ned called by Roderik over a ride intended for the morrow and so only Benjen and Catelyn sat before the fire currently. She watched him flickering in the firelight; he was the younger sibling, but as always in recent times, he seemed so much the older, and he had the mark of the Night’s Watch and Beyond the Wall upon his face. It had left him rugged in a way.

“I believe I once foretold that you should grow handsome; I should have made a true wager and collected my payment,” Catelyn teased gently, breaking the peaceful silence.

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@benjenstcrk from discussions (sorry this is so late!! but here it is cx)

        “what is it that you plan to accomplish by standing over there and staring?” she asked, her fingers occupied with the remains of her twig she was playing it. she wasn’t amused, and she wanted to enjoy this solitude she was able to finally acquire without needing to hide. that was one amazing feeling, from everything yvaine has experienced.

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( @benjenstcrk cont’d )

Hands snake around her waist. Benjen did not typically engage in this kind of behaviour——-after all it was quite forbidden for him to. But unlike the other men, he never went off in secret and found a WHORE in a brothel despite their vows. Benjen was normally a true STICKLER  for rules, believing if he did not practice them, he could not preach them.

But there was nobody around, and this was harmless fun. ❛ I don’t think you could handle   me. ❜ he says, his voice so deep it’s almost a PURR.  

Myriam smiled happily. This one was going to be fun, she could already tell. It was normally hit or miss when it came to the men of the Night’s Watch. Most of them were the same as every other, but some actually took their vows seriously. This Stark, she as yet unsure. He could be teasing her for all she knew. 

“Is that so?” she asked with a smile. “Mayhaps you could teach me how to handle you then,” she suggested, murmuring into his ear. 

[queenmakcr-archived]

@benjenstcrk ♥ for a thing

boy - rebecca and fiona

    ” LET YOUR SWEET EYES embright me, THE COLOUR just strikes me. “

[ofironandbeauty]

                                The winters are HARD, but the Starks will ENDURE. 

                                                          ( WE ALWAYS HAVE. )

[arcanemistrust]

*DIVES INTO INBOX* BENJEN WANTS ALL THE KISSES LBR

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES.@benjenstcrk  —–  closed. ( 3 / 3 )

          Skinship, being touched, to touch — affectionate deeds. These were all things Morrigan was far from being comfortable with, ever since she was little, she did not like to be touched, could not take affection serious. Love was a weakness wasn’t that it what her mother taught her oh so well? Your beauty and your body are a WEAPON, use it in order to get what you want, that was it what she knew oh so well, did oh so well. When the wolf stumbled into her life, she however had no need to use her beauty, had not need to use her body, was there nothing she wanted off of him, she was forced to be herself around someone and that was truly challenging — yet she enjoyed being around him so much and these glances he gave her, these compliments and others, they felt so more easy and real than from anybody else. 

Whenever someone did touch her in the past, she had the urge to break away, did it feel like chains around her SKIN but his touches felt like burning fire, like a tickling sensation - they felt pure and real. Yet, she was not sure if she was able to take this any longer but at the same time she did not know if she would be able to resist him. His fingers tingled against her cheek bone, his touch so feathery light that she almost could not feel it but the fire was burning underneath her skin, her breath was going faster and even as he leaned in closer, dangerously close almost, she did not move. Stood there looking at him with her big golden eyes, almost looking like a wounded deer. What happened with the DANGEROUS predator she is used to be? Wasn’t she the master of the games? Making men dancing after her orders instead of these honeyed acts she put out now?  

It was not like she was easy on him, was not like she did treat him any other, no she was rougher to him instead, was trying to push him as far away from her as possible, was strengthen the wall she built around herself for years with each second they were together. But he just came and tears it apart. But as he KISSED her for the first time, all of this did not matter any longer, there was no fighting for dominance, no slapping away of hands, no distancing herself from the kiss as she would usually do, not she fully committed herself in it. Her lips were tenderly moving against his - tenderly? Since when was she capable of doing so? His warm breath hit her lips, his arms wrapped around her figure and hers… they followed. 

Maybe it was too much at once, but no SECOND longer could she take this intimacy, was it too much for her to take. Her teeth sunk into his lips harder than thought and she used his shock to pull away as quick as she could. Back turning on him, trying to cover up how insecure and exposed she just felt. Only the raspy sound of her clearing her throat echoed from walls of her homes and here she was once more, distancing herself from the rest of the world because the expectation of abandonment will always be there. It’s easier not to be attached to anyone.

          ‘  Love is a weakness I abhor. Love is fleeting and has NO meaning.  `

Whispered words only meant to convince herself rather to be heard by him but it somehow helped and she was able to face him with her usual from APATHY covered face.  ‘  Now where we are done with this transgression  of our agreement, I need to look after Kieran.  `

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@benjenstcrk & starter call.

“benjen, if we are NOT careful we will DIE out here.” he calls to the other man, trudging through the snow with a scowl on his face. they were miles from the wall, and it would soon be dark. the dead would discover them if they remained in the open like this. “we must find somewhere to take shelter for the night, the air grows colder, and the darkness will blind us.” he warns, stopping to stand beside his fellow brother of the watch. “but it is your decision, and your decision alone.”