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18+
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ
*You aren't in a relationship*
𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑦
・Your quarters weren't too far from her own, and although she usually knocked, today she did not.
・You were wrestling with the piece of clothing, muttering curses when Dany opened the door and walked straight in
"Oh! I apologise-" she said quickly, though not before she looked you over once more.
・You were even more flustered now. Your damned clothes were too difficult and now the Queen, whom you had loved ever since you met her, had seen your naked rear-end.
𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑟
・You had gotten a room at an inn
・With such high occupany, you had to share the room
・It was just after supper and you were changing into something more comfortable.
・The door creaked open and you were stark naked.
・You squeaked. And tried to hold some material against your form
・Sandor just stood there, huffed and turned around.
"It's not anything I haven't seen before..." he mumbled, trying to keep his composure.
・You threw a pillow at his head.
𝐽𝑜𝑛
・Your door was slightly ajar when you started to undress. There weren't many people in Winterfell's castle and you didn't think there would be anyone to bother you
・You were completely wrong.
・While undoing the buttons on your clothing, there was a slight knock and then the door was swung open
・You gasped, turning around and using your clothes to put something against exposure
"I- I'm sorry-" Jon hesitated and tried to say something else but his words came out jumbled
"Jon?" You said with mild humour
"Yes, yes, no, yes, okay, I'm going to leave-"
𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑎
・Well-mannered and composed, that's what Sansa had been, up to this point.
・She had walked in on you, and you had been utterly naked.
・Sansa kept repeating her apologies, over and over again. Her hand was in front of her face and she moved toward the door.
・The door had swung closed when she first came in. And somehow, now, she couldn't get the door to open
"I-, I'm-"
"It's okay," you said with heated cheeks. You quickly put something easy over your head and then suddenly the door opened.
・And Sansa ran out.
𝐽𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒
・The thoughts in his head were absolutely filthy.
・He wanted you badly. And it was obvious when he walked in on you.
・He swore underneath his breath, a yearning so fierce was felt in his bones.
"Jaime!" You yelled, hiding behind your wardrobe.
・He let out chuckle and nodded.
"My apologies."
𝑇𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑
・The tent was warm as you changed, from snow covered clothes into slightly less snow covered clothes
・Tormund opened the tent's flap and halted where he stood.
"Mmm," he groaned. Not able to look away.
"Tormund, I swear-" You growled, picking up your dagger and throwing it at his feet.
"I will leave now," he said smirking. Except he picked up your dagger and placed it on your bed.
𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑒
・Back straight and walking with purpose, Brienne needed you for plans around the castle.
・She knocked, and waited for an answer.
・Thinking she had heard you, she walked in and instantly panicked.
"I thought you said-" She started but her usual composure started to crack.
・You slipped your night clothes back on and couldn't stop yourself from feeling bad for Brienne. Even though it should be you, who felt embarrassed.
・But you could never feel embarrassed around Brienne, she made you feel at ease, all the time.
"It's okay, I'm clothed!"
𝑂𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑛
・It was early morning, the sun had only just risen and you were getting dressed for the day
・You hadn't even realised Oberyn had come in until he said:
"You look even better without clothes, my dear."
・You jumped, heart racing at the sudden noise
"What-" You said, unaware of Oberyn's comment. You were too engrossed in trying to calm down
"Sorry for disturbing you, love," and then he disappeared.
・You had to sit down, you had calmed but noticed that you had been completely composed.
Hi I was just wondering if you were gonna write more tormund real man or if it was a one time thing it's really good
Tormund*Use Your Words
Pairing: Tormund x f!northerner!reader
Word count: 1537
Warnings: f!recieving oral, m!recieving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, pull out method, teasing, praise, dirty talk, a lot of swearing, smut 18+
Masterlist Here
Part two to real man (here) or read as a stand alone
Being the lone woman of the wall had its challenges but with the threat of winter and the night king someone had to be here to stitch up the wounded and most of these men simply did not have your expertise. All of the men were grateful to have you stitch up their wounds and receive even just a smile however they knew they’d not survive long if they did anything else.
When lord commander snow agreed to your stay, he also agreed to give a swift punishment to any man who tried take it too far. Something neither of you had accounted for was when you would have to take care of the wildlings.
Well one specifically. Tormund teased you every time you entered his room, well prison really. His taunts made you blush and squirm under his gaze but never in a way that made you feel threatened. Instead, you would get a strange warm feeling spreading through your stomach when he’d make comments to you.
They got bolder with time. at first, he would make vague suggestions of things a pretty girl could better spend her time doing. Now when you entered, he didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes tore over your body. “One day you’ll grow sick of those boys,” he said as you applied the ointment to his now almost healed wound, “When you do, you’ll know where to find me,” he winked at you as you turned to stash the lotion back in your bag.
You rolled your eyes and turned back to him, catching him obviously staring at your ass, “Subtle,” you hummed, turning your attention to your bag once more as you tried to stall for more time. you had grown oddly found of the Firey red head.
“Never been accused of subtly,” he said, laying back down on his bed, his eyes scanning your frame still, “If you don’t ask you don’t get,”
“Oh yeah?”
He hummed with a smile, nodding his head, “Oh yes little bird. You’d be surprised how much you can get when you just use your words. You should try it sometimes,”
“And what is it I would ask of you?” you laughed, turning round with hands on your hips.
Tormund grinned, pushing himself up on his elbows, “For a proper fuck from a real man not some pretty boy like Snow,”
You couldn’t help the flush that stained your cheeks, but you could turn away from him, “Me and Jon are just friends,”
Tormund barked out a laugh, “Please. that boy would give his left arm for a chance with you,” he said as he went to stood up, “now you gonna stop pretending to be busy and look at me?”
“Who said I was pretending?” you said as you closed up your bag and turned to face him, trying to keep the tough look on your face. “I should go now,” you went to walk away but his hand shot out to grab your wrist.
It was gently enough that you could have pulled away but instead you only turned back to face him, “But you don’t want to go, do you? you want me, just as much as I want you,” he said, stepping closer till your chest was pressed against his as his other hand moved to the small of your back, “All you need to do is admit it little one,” he leaned down, his breath fanning your ear, “All you have to do is ask,”
You weren’t sure what happened but something in you snapped and suddenly his lips were on yours and your hands were in his hair. Tormund groaned into the kiss, moving back till he was sat on the bed, pulling you down to straddle his lap.
His hands moved to your hips, tugging at them to make you grind down onto his clothed hard member. you moaned into the kiss, allowing his tongue entry. Your dress had soon bunched up around your waist allowing Tormund’s hands to move down to squeeze your thighs, all while your hips continued to buck against him.
Just as you seemed to sink into a rhythm you were shocked once more by him flipping you onto your back while his lips began kissing down your neck. He squeezed your tit over your dress while he began to grind his hard on into your leg. “We shouldn’t,” you murmured, your eyes flickering close.
“Oh, but we should,” he grinned against your skin, “Tell me you don’t want to and ill stop,” he said as his hand moved to run up your thigh. You gasped when you felt his fingers run soft circles over your clit, “But your pretty little sounds make me think otherwise,”
You moaned when you felt his fingers slip into your hole, stretching you out perfectly, “So wet already,” he teased, nipping at your skin with his teeth.
Your eyes shot open when you felt him moving down, “What are you doing?” you asked as you felt his breath fan your wet cunt.
“Trust me little one. Let yourself enjoy it,” he said.
You’d been raised your whole live to distrust the wildlings but when you felt his lips wrap around your clit all while his fingers curled inside you, all that went out the window. He moved your thighs over his shoulders while his tongue worked wonders on your bundle of nerves.
You felt your thighs begin to clamp around his head and you were about to try pull them away encase you hurt him when you felt the vibrations of his moan shoot up your clit, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “Tormund,” you couldn’t help but moan his name.
Times like this you were thankful Tormund lived in a room so far from everyone else since you didn’t have to hide your moans. You felt a knot in your stomach tighten and it didn’t take long till you felt yourself come to your peak on his face, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he kept going till you felt yourself sink into the sheets like melted snow and kept going till a second orgasm raged through your body.
When he came up for air his face was slick with your juices and there was a large grin on his face as you gasped for air, “Fuck you really are sweet,” he said, his lips crashing onto yours again.
“Please,” you moaned against his lips.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me,” you practically whined against his lips that soon curled into a smirk.
Tormund wasted no time in unlacing his trousers, “I’ve dreamt of you asking me that,” he said, pulling his hard cock out and running the tip up and down your slit, “Kept me up all night thinking of you,” he said, pushing the tip in, “how you’d look under me,” he said, his eyes screwing shut as he pushed further in, “how good you’d look falling apart around my cock,” he said, pushing the rest in with one final push.
He waited a moment for you to adjust but when he felt your hips begin to buck, he wasted no time in grabbing your hips. His pace was ruthless but after being stretched with his fingers and fucked by his tongue it was exactly what you craved.
Your legs went to wrap around his waist and Tormund groaned when he felt himself sink in deeper. “Fuck you take me so well,” he groaned, his head falling into the crook of your neck as his hand slipped between your bodies to rub harsh circles on your swollen clit.
You couldn’t help the moans falling from your lips especially when you felt your third peak fast approaching, “Don’t stop,” you begged him, over and over as your legs tightened around his waist.
This only seemed to drive him more insane as his hips began to snap at an almost inhuman pace as he fucked you into the bed so hard the headboard banged against the wall with each thrust, but the noises didn’t matter right now. “Cmon,” he murmured against your skin, “Cum around my cock like a good little southerner,”
You wanted to tell him he was wrong, that you were a northerner through and through, but you couldn’t even speak as your third orgasm hit you. Tormund felt your cunt squeeze around his cock and knew he couldn’t take it any longer.
He pulled out, moving quickly to sit beside you and before you could question him you felt his hand tugging at your hair. You knew what he meant and quickly wrapped your lips around his cock. He moaned loudly as you took him into your mouth, and it only took a couple seconds before you felt hot cum shoot into your mouth. You swallowed it quickly before pulling off to sit up beside him.
Tormund was panting as he tried to come down from his high as he turned to you with a fucked-out expression. “I’m a fucking northerner by the way,” you said, cutting him off when he went to speak.
A smile curved onto his lips as he laughed, “You’re fucking something alright,”
“When's the feast?” Y/n asked not wanting to miss it.
“Two days.” Jon Snow told her with a smile on his lips.
“What’s this feast for?” Tormund questions confused still by the customs on this side of the wall.
“It’s a celebration of coming together for friends and family.” Jon explained to his wilding friend.
“Will there be food?” Tomrund asked, looking between the two.
“Food and alcohol.” Y/n smirked at the giant redhead, knowing he’d like her answer.
“Then it’ll be a good time.” Tormund smirked back at her with the threat of a good time in his eyes.
“I’ll see you two later.” Y/n laughed before she left.
“You like her.” Tormund turned to Jon with a serious face. Well serious for Tormund.
“Yes.” Jon admitted shifting on his feet.
“Then tell her.” Tormund states the obvious.
“I can’t .” he sighs, shoulders dropping.
“If you don’t she won’t be single forever.” Tormund tell’s Jon with a suggestive wink.
“I don’t know what to say.” Jon shrugged his shoulder clueless as to what he should say to her.
“Just speak your mind tell her you want to fuck her passionately and have babies.” Tormund smiles encouragingly, to Tormund it was easy and simple.
“I don’t think I should phrase it like that.” Jon Snow grimaced but had to admit Tormund was right. If he did nothing she wouldn’t be alone forever and he’d lose his chance.
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@ Feast
“Is there a reason why Tormund is trying to get us drunk?” Y/n asked leaning in to talk to Jon without the Wildling hearing her.
“Yes.” he nodded, trying not to laugh.
“Mind sharing.” Y/n smiled knowing with Tormund involved it was gonna be a good, amusing reason.
“Let’s go outside.” Jon suggested so they could be alone.
“You okay Jon?” Y/n asked once they were outside alone. Hoping it wasn’t for a sad reason.
“There’s something I’d like to tell you.” Jon looks at her nervously.
“Go ahead. I’m all ears.” Y/n smiled encouragingly.
Taking a deep breath Jon knew he needed to do it while he had the nerve. “Y/n I love you.”
“I love you too, Jon.” Y/n smiled at her friend, happy to hear his words.
“No Y/n/n not like that. I love you in an intimate way.” Jon looked down after explaining feeling a little uncomfortable and nervous. He wasn’t used to talking about his feelings.
“Really?” Y/n raised her brows in shock.
“I’m sorry if I-” he went to apologize but Y/n cut him off.
“No, no, no, Jon. Don’t be sorry, I’m glad you told me. I feel the same way.” Y/n reached out to grab his hand moving to stand closer to the man she loved.
“You do?” Jon was shocked to hear that.
“Yes. I do.” She nodded, smiling.
“Even though I’m a. . .” Jon referred to it but didn’t want to finish it.
“You're not, you know I know that, and I don’t care. I wouldn’t care if you were.” Y/n shakes her head, she didn’t care if he was a bastard but Y/n knew he wasn’t. He had told her the truth once he found out. She loves him no matter what. Whether he was a bastard or a Targaryen didn’t matter to her.
“Is this why Tormund has been pushing us together, and to drink heavily all day?” Y/n asked, smiling at him wondering if her thoughts were correct.
“Yeah.” Jon nodded sheepishly.
“Well maybe we should thank him.” Y/n laughs, biting her lip as Jon wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Tomorrow.” Jon smiles leaning down to finally kiss the woman he’s wanted for so long.
