Welcome to my blog. You can call me B! 30/F/Any pronouns.
I write fanfiction and dabble in drawing fanart. This blog will mostly be fanfiction. This is a sideblog, so I follow from @/Munsoninthedark86, which is my Stranger Things blog.
I favor Theon Greyjoy, Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen, Jon Snow, Robb Stark, The Hound and Brienne of Tarth. I may dabble in writing for other characters.
No hate, no drama, no fandom wars. I'm here to write and hang out and be cool.
I may take requests or suggestions. I can't promise they will all be written, but I will do my best to honor them as I can.
I don't write anything involving piss/scat/vore/emotophila, and I tend to write for a Fem!reader, but I'll dabble in male!Reader when I feel comfortable with it. Dubcon and Noncon when the mood strikes for it. I place warnings at the top of the fic, not in the tags. Please be sure to read them before going into the fic.
warnings: smut, lewd themes, a/b/o dynamics, vaginal fingering, semi-public sex, blasphemy?(they fuck in the godswood), virginity loss, unprotected sex, knotting, Robb is feral, mentions of arranged marriage
word count: 1.7k
pairings: Alpha!Robb Stark x Omega!Fem!Reader
summary: you grew up alongside Robb, falling in love with him. Despite him probably marrying a noblewoman at some point, he was in love with you and when your heat hit you hard, it made him go into a rut that was too hard to break out of.
a/n: I couldn't help myself, the Starks are so Alpha-coded/werewolf-coded. I was inspired by this confession from @/nastygot, so credits to the person who thought it up and the blog that posted it!!! tagging my lovely bestie @howlingofhounds who helped me with this!
The scent was beginning to drive him insane. Robb had been smelling it for days now, and he couldn’t quite get it out of his nose. Considering he was the Alpha of Winterfell, he had a duty to help out any of the people who lived here. He was the Lord of Winterfell, and he took that duty very seriously.
He was unmarried, but that wasn’t the issue. He would soon take a noble woman to be his bride and she would give him a litter of pups. Yet he was drawn to someone, someone who had seen Robb before he became the Lord of Winterfell. A beautiful maiden who made his heart race whenever she smiled…safe to say he was smitten.
You loved Robb. He was your everything, and you were his. You two had grown up together, causing mischief with the young Greyjoy ward at your sides. The three of you would play in the training yards, pretending to be princes and princesses and just enjoying your childhood. But as you got older, you started to see Robb in a whole other way.
And of course, him being the Alpha, you understood that he had to be with an Omega or another Alpha to marry. He was going to probably be matched with a sweet noble woman to further the Stark line. It wasn’t that Lady Catelyn didn’t love you, as she was very fond of you, it’s just that you weren’t exactly noble either.
You lived in Winter town your entire life. You were the daughter of a seamstress and a brewer. Not a terrible life to lead at all, but you were far from being noble. Yet, Robb adored you and he would rather marry you, if he could be honest. His heart always sang a song and the lyrics of that song were your name.
So when he doesn’t see you for a while, he wonders if maybe you’re too heartbroken to come visit him. His lady mother hadn’t even picked anyone yet, so he wondered if maybe you had heard a nasty rumor. Still, he could smell that smell and it made him go insane.
One night, he’s awoken by the sensations of deep arousal and ferality that courses through his veins. In a half-awake and partially sleeping state, he pulls on his clothing. The scent is so strong tonight, and his cock throbs with each moment he has to smell it. It’s the sweetest wine he’s tasted, the most delicious cake he’s had the pleasure of eating, it’s the smell of winter roses.
He’s practically snarling as he stalks outside. The scent seems to be drawing him towards the godswood. If he were in a better state of mind, he might question why someone is in amongst the weir trees at this time of night, but he cannot even begin to question it. Robb just puts one foot in front of the other to get to the scent that has been making him all but salivate for days now.
In the moonlight, there you stand. There’s a warm fur cloak on your shoulders, and you look almost like a forest nymph right now. Your eyes shine in the moonlight when you turn to see Robb. But he can barely make sense of anything. Especially not when the scent is coming from you.
“Robb, what are you—”
He doesn’t let you finish. He practically tackles you, his mouth attacking yours in a fury of searing kisses. His tongue licks at your bottom lip in a feral manner, penetrating your lips with a deep grunt. It’s a guttural noise that emanates from his throat. Robb has you down on the ground, but you don’t feel anything but pure heat. There’s a bit of snow on the ground, but your two bodies meshed together seem to almost melt it all away.
His hands come up to cup your cheeks, holding you so close as if you’ll slip away. Your own body seems to react so strongly to each movement and show of affection. It felt like this was exactly what you had been craving.
You’ve been feeling off most of the week, if you were being honest with yourself. You had been in heat before, but the first time it happened, it wasn’t too bad. Your mother had given you a potion that the maester had brewed for you as you had been too young to mate at the time. It suppressed all your feelings.
But now. You couldn’t ignore it. You were the right age to be mating, finding an Alpha and getting married. Regardless, you longed for Robb. Robb Stark, the young wolf, the one who stole your heart all those years ago. And now here he was, kissing you like you were the air he needed to breathe.
When he pulls away, his breath comes out ragged. “It’s been you…”
“Me?” You ask, panting.
He growls and kisses you again. “You smell fuckin’ divine, my love. The sweetest scent.”
Robb presses his hips to yours, making you gasp. He’s erect and throbbing just for you. You pull him in for another kiss, but he soon begins to nuzzle against your neck. You can tell he’s putting his scent on you now, trying to mark you for his.
“Robb, you can’t—”
He growls and nips at your neck. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do.”
With a quickness that leaves you dizzy, he unlaces your gown. He’d usually want this to happen in the privacy of his chambers, but the godswood would do. In the eyes of the god, he would take you and make you his mate. You were the one he wanted to marry, the one he wanted to carry his pups.
“Right here?” You manage to ask, but your heart is pounding in your chest and you know you don’t want to wait another second.
“Here.”
He pushes up the skirts of your gown and begins to play with you through your smallclothes. His fingers dance over your swollen nub over and over, making you whimper. You’ve touched yourself before, but this felt completely different. He captures your lips in another passionate kiss as he peels off your underwear. You gasp against his mouth as the cool air brushes your warm center.
“You’re in heat.” Robb states obviously. “You need an Alpha to fill you.”
You whimper. “I’ve never—”
Another kiss to shut you up. Two of his fingers penetrate you and soon, you’re bucking your hips for more. Robb curls his fingers in just the way to have your thighs shaking. And soon his thumb joins in, rubbing your clit in slow, torturous circles. You’re kept on the edge for so long, and Robb enjoys every little moment.
“Cum for me, beautiful.” He whispers hoarsely in your ear.
With a soft cry, you come undone on his fingers. Your walls pulse and contract around the digits, making him smirk. He knows he’s going to enjoy every little moment inside of you. This heat has hit you so hard, it’s caused him to go into a rut. What better way to deal with both situations by finally claiming you as his. The Others take anyone who goes against his wishes.
You watch through hooded eyes as Robb pulls his fingers from you and licks them clean. Soon, he’s unlacing his breeches and pulling his erection from the confines. The blunt head of his cock presses against your tight hole, making you whimper. Robb leans in and kisses you sweetly.
“Hush…I’ve got you. You trust me, don’t you?”
You nod and kiss him back. “I trust you.”
And with that, Robb pushes into you inch by inch. You feel unbelievably full when he finally bottoms out. For a moment, neither one of you move. It feels like all your lives have been leading up to this very moment. Robb pulls out almost all the way before slamming back into you. Each thrust has you reeling as the pleasure builds so fast.
“Oh Robb,” you whine.
“That’s it, my little love. Take what you need from your wolf.”
He growls and presses his face in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking. He’s leaving his mark on you, letting everyone know who you truly belong to. The young wolf has no intention of sharing you with anyone, and he has no intention of taking another as his bride. As far as he’s concerned, this was just cementing the fact that he was going to marry you.
“You’re all mine,” he grunts as he pushes your knees to your chest to thrust even deeper inside of you. “All mine.”
You cling to him as a means to ground yourself. This new angle has your brain turning to mush and all you can do to reply to your lover is moan and whimper his name. Robb’s loving every minute of it. He can feel his knot beginning to swell, and he knows he has to get you ready for it.
With precise movements, he’s swiping his thumb over your clit. You shudder as your orgasm builds so fast, you barely have time to warn him. Pleasure crashes over you as stars dance in your vision. You’ve never cum this hard before. Robb relishes in the way your pussy seems to try and swallow up his cock. And then with a bit more ease, he pushes his knot into you.
“Good girl,” he growls before beginning to pound into you harder and faster. He’s so close to his own release, and he’s desperate to spill into you.
Each thrust has him driving himself even deeper into you, making you reach a third orgasm before he’s even had one. Robb roars as he begins to come undone. His fingers dig into the meat of your thighs as he begins to flood your insides with his seed. His face is pressed up against your neck, still sucking and nipping but it soon turns into soft kisses and licks as you both slowly come down.
Robb holds you close, his knot keeping you plugged up. You surely would be with child soon, which makes him so happy. He kisses your lips as you reach for him, and you smile softly. His nose rubs against yours before he pulls back to look into your eyes.
“I love you,”
“Love you too, my wolf.”
In the cold night, Robb holds you close. Just for a little while longer…just to make sure his seed takes root…
Sandor didn’t care that anyone could walk down the moonlit corridor and find you. After the shit storm of a day he had dealing with King Joffrey’s bullshit, all he wanted was to be buried balls deep inside of you. Your whimpers and whines as he pushes his cock inside of your tight cunt only spurred him on. He listened all day to that little shit calling him “dog” and just generally making life miserable for everyone. Somehow having Cersei’s favorite handmaiden dripping down his length felt like poetic justice. For once he was tainting something that belonged to a Lannister instead of being under their thumb.
“It’s too big,” you whined against his neck.
“I don’t care,” he growls, but he slows down just a touch. Enough to ease the pressure in the pit of your tummy.
He could feel your legs shaking. The two of you have done this enough times now he knows you won’t be able to stay on your feet much longer. He pulls out of you without warning and turns you to face him before you can complain about it.
“Hold onto me,” he says gruffly before hoisting you up. Your legs go around his waist instinctively.
He shoves himself back into you without warning, his full length breaching your warmth in one brutal thrust. He’s got to finish this up soon for your sake. Cersei would have you punished if you weren’t there to brush her hair before bed. A large hand covers your mouth as he starts snapping his hips in a reckless rhythm. He can feel the vibrations of your moans against his palm and the clench of your cunt. You don’t always finish with Sandor, mostly because your meetings always have to be quick. Tonight was one of those nights when he was brushing your sweet spot just right.
Your orgasm hits you like wildfire.
“That’s it,” he grunts against your ear. The tight heat around him is too much, and in a few more sloppy thrusts he’s spilling thick ropes of cum into you. He doesn’t have to tell you to go see the maester in the morning, you already know by now.
When he comes down from his orgasm, he sets you back on wobbly legs with uncharacteristic tenderness. He tucks himself back into his pants while you straighten out your dress. For just a moment when you’re not looking, his gaze lingers on you tenderly.
You were stretched out beneath him bathed in the golden sunlight shining through the thin curtains. Jorah’s calloused hands made a reverent trek down the curve of your waist before gripping tight at your hips to lift you against his deep, slow thrust. A gasp falls from your parted lips.
“Too hard?” he asks gently.
“No, just so deep,” you sigh happily.
For a man his age, he has surprising stamina. Or perhaps it’s thanks to his slow pace that it’s still going. You had awakened him early with your needy hands and tender kisses in all the right spots to have his attention right away. And here you are, nearing lunch without breaking your fast. He’s still buried inside of you. Your inner thighs are slick from how many times he’s pushed you over the edge, but he knows just how to work you through the overstimulation so you don’t have to stop.
“Gods, I adore you,” he pants.
“And I you,” you giggle and reach out for him. He leans down to place his face in your hands.
To Jorah you are the most precious treasure. Someone he can dote upon, someone who accepts his affection without hesitation. Still it always disarms him when you look at him this way. As though he was the sky above you. He tilts his head to place a gentle kiss on your palm before leaning down to catch your lips. You drag your hands down his back and settle on his waist.
“Cum for me, my love,” you whisper against his mouth.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, you deserve to feel good too,” You giggle again, the sound is music to his ears.
His grip on your hips tightens as he begins driving into you harder and faster. His pace becomes sloppier, and he can no longer contain the grunts and moans he usually tries to hide. He nuzzles his face against your neck.
“Gods, I’m going to—” his words dissolve into a soft cry of pleasure as he spills into your waiting womb. He collapses against you, his face hidden in the curve of your neck. He’s trembling as you run your fingers up and down his back.
“That was wonderful,” you whisper against his temple.
warnings: smut, lewd themes, oral sex(fem receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex
pairings: Theon Greyjoy x Fem!Reader, Sandor Clegane x Fem!Reader, Robb Stark x Fem!Reader, Jorah Mormont x Fem!Reader, Jon Snow x Fem!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Fem!Reader, Tormund Giantsbane x Fem!Reader
summary: the stamina that these men have and what they do with them, taking from the NSFW alphabet once again
a/n: tagging my sweet bestie @howlingofhounds
Theon has amazing stamina, but it takes him a while in between rounds to catch his breath and to be ready for another one. He won’t leave you wanting. Though if he’s not in an established relationship with you, he might just fuck and run. He’s not the most generous lover when it comes to one night stands, just there to fuck and get his fill. That’s not to say his stamina won’t come into play and you’ll be left a squirming mess under him as you’ve come so much.
He’s got a good amount of stamina. He can last quite a few rounds, and he’s not afraid to tire you out either. In fact, one of his favorite things to do is make you so tired that you can’t walk properly. Best to keep you complacent and boneless on his bed so that he can get himself ready for another round. He needs some time between rounds, but this man can and will take you to poundtown as often as he cares to. You won’t be left wanting with Sandor fucking you.
Literally the king of stamina. Don’t care what anyone says. Robb can fuck for hours, and he will last hours. You’ll be begging him for a little break, but the man will just keep pounding into you like it’s his favorite thing to do in the whole world(which it is!). Often, he’ll just bounce you up and down on his cock while he tries to get things done. You enjoy being his little fucktoy, but you get tired a lot. Still, Robb is a sweetie and he will take good care of you. He doesn’t need much time between rounds either, which can be a very dangerous thing for him to abuse. He’s just always raring to go.
Jorah has a good amount of stamina, but he does need time to cool off. He tries not to show it much, because he can be a bit ashamed of his age at times. He will spend lots of time worshipping your body first before he even thinks about getting to the main act. He won’t leave you disappointed at all, considering he wants you to feel good. He’s obsessed with making you cum a lot before he fucks you. He will last one good round and then he needs rest before he can go again. He can surprise you sometimes and go for two good rounds though.
Something about these Stark men…they have a lot of stamina. Jon has crazy stamina and at times, he will use it as a means to one-up you or to even punish you. He can be bratty and moody sometimes, so if you two have an argument, he’ll just fuck you to win said aguement. He wants you to see that he is a man, despite being a bastard. He fucks you with reckless abandon a lot of the time, and still after you’ve cum so many times, he’s not ready to let up. He’ll need a bit of time between rounds, but not too much. He’s eager to prove himself.
He has a good amount of stamina. He paces himself correctly, and he enjoys teasing you both a lot of the time. It’s part of his annoying cocky nature that has you both panting and whining for more. But it’s also the best way for him to keep himself from cumming too fast. He gets excited easily at times, so sex doesn’t always pan out the way he’d like to. So he uses his good stamina to have you both on the edge for so long. He needs some time between rounds, but he most definitely can go for a number of rounds.
Ahh good fucking luck with Tormund. He has no refractory period. A lot of the shit talking he does about his sex life is true and he fucks like a beast in heat. He will have you whining and crying for just a little break, and he will not be giving it to you. It’s best to just let him fuck you until you’re a puddle of mush under him and he’s cum inside you a number of times. He also has an insatiable appetite about your cunt and he will eat you out over and over until the bed is soaked with your juices.
I came across your blog and I just LOVE how you write for Theon! do you have any general HCs for post-reek Theon in a relationship? smut, fluff, angst- anything <333
i can come up with quite a few headcanons so i hope you enjoy!! NSFW is below the cut
post-reek theon relationship headcanons
being in a relationship with theon post-reek is both great and hard.
he’d do anything to ensure you were happy and feeling alright
he’d often feel inadequate as a partner because of the lack of fingers or the lack of cock
and so, he’d tell you at times that you’re more than welcome to leave him since he’s incomplete
but when you take his hands into yours, kiss him gently on the lips, and tell him how you love him for who he is, not who he once was, he’s reassured
so our homeboy would need a lot of reassurance and comfort
theon loves holding you close to him and tracing patterns along your skin with the remaining fingers
he’d never let you doubt his love for you. you are his light during times that feel too dark to come out of.
soft kisses shared in the middle of the night? yes please.
theon would hold you all day, everyday if he truly could. his love language is a mixture of physical touch, acts of service, and gift giving
he’d get you flowers, he’d do a task that you needed to do so that you don’t have to worry about it any further, and he’d shower you with affection
though theon doesn’t have his cock, he does know other ways to pleasure you
this man will eat you out any time or day of the week
one of the ways he can still get pleasure is from pleasuring you
having you fall apart from his tongue or from his fingers is such a huge confidence booster and lets him feel like he’s still capable of doing things
theon has definitely made you fall apart from his fingers right before an important meeting because he wanted to see how fast he could make you cum
when the two of you are alone at night, he takes his time worshipping your body
he’d kiss all over your skin, suck on your chest, kiss up your legs before finally worshipping your cunt
theon 100% has overstimulated you a lot and takes pleasure in it
sex with theon is a chance for you both to be emotionally and physically vulnerable
at first, when you’re both beginning your relationship, theon would be hesitant to fully undress in front of you
but as the two of you began trusting each other, he’d begin to feel much more comfortable, especially with your reassurances
post-reek theon and pre-reek theon have praise kinks and you can’t convince me otherwise
warnings: smut, lewd content, modern AU!, slight dub con, voyeurism, kissing, nipple play, male masturbation, slight exhibition, oral sex(fem receiving), sort of idiots in love, friends with benefits, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, this is just pure filth tbh that's it
word count: 2.2k
pairings: Modern!Theon Greyjoy x Fem!Reader
summary: he was your fuck buddy in college, and now that you need a favour, he thinks he can just sneak back into your life...well, he's god damn right.
You didn’t want to be here, but you felt as if you had no other choice. All of your friends lived further away from you, and Theon was the only one who still lived in the same city. Your mind was telling you to turn around and leave, but you couldn’t. You needed a hot shower and just somewhere to decompress while you were dealing with a pile of shit you never saw coming.
Theon was a college friend—and even calling him a friend was being generous. He was a fuck buddy, and even then that was also being generous. He was the person who tormented you for fun, copied your homework and somehow managed to still graduate in the same year as you. The guy who introduced you to Robb Stark, the guy from the rich family who you fell for. Theon was the same guy to help you get over the pain of Robb rejecting you by fucking you brainless. That’s what started your dirty little dalliance.
You dialed his number over and over, getting no answer. You rolled your eyes, growing more irritated as you finally turned on his street. You walk up to the door of his townhouse, knocking loudly. As you wait for him to answer, your foot taps impatiently on the steps.
“Theon?!”
No answer.
You keep knocking and calling, but there is just no answer. Despite your better judgement, you open the door. It’s not locked, like you guessed. You make your way inside and head down the hall to his bedroom. The lack of noises makes you wonder if maybe he’s sleeping, so you open the door despite everything in your brain telling you maybe not to do that. Once the door is open, your eyes widen at the sight in front of you.
There lies Theon, his hand wrapped around his cock with a dirty magazine in his other hand. He’s actively fucking his own fist, grunting and groaning. You press your thighs together as you listen to him dirty talking. Theon reaches climax when he notices you in the doorway, and he smugly moans loudly.
“What the hell?!” You cry out, disgusted by the sight of him.
He throws the magazine at you. “Get out!”
You gladly go back the way you came, shaking your head. It wasn’t really that disgusting, but you didn’t want to have old feelings rear their ugly heads, especially not when you had been so turned on to see him fucking his fist like that. What you wouldn’t give to be under him, his cock punching in and out of you while you mewl his name? Your thoughts are disturbed by him coming out of his room.
“Tch, and what do we have here?” You notice he’s only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants. He notices how you try to avert your gaze.
“I’ve been calling you for an hour! Don’t you answer your phone?”
He grins and looks at his phone. There are a number of missed calls. “Guess I didn’t hear it. Do you knock?”
“I knocked on your front door and called your name!"
He loves how riled up you’ve gotten already and you’ve only been here for a few minutes. He looks you up and down, and while you know you should be put off, you secretly love it when he looks at you like this. Even if Theon looks at you like a piece of meat and he’s the big bad wolf coming to eat you, it excites you more than anything.
“So,” he makes a big show of stretching in front of you. “What are you here for?”
You sigh. “Water’s off at my place, I need a shower.”
He leans in. “Oh yeah? So you’re at my mercy then?”
“Theon, please…”
He waves his hand to the bathroom. You thank him, then you make your way into the bathroom. You begin to strip off your clothes, happy for the moment of privacy. The water is warm when you step inside, and you take a moment to catch your breath.
You begin to scrub yourself, using Theon’s bodywash. Through the steam and the frosted shower door, you see the man in question at the doorway. He’s got his hand down his sweatpants, no doubt jerking off to the sight of you showering. You want to call out to him and tell him to stop. Yet, you continue to wash yourself.
He’s leaning against the doorway, touching himself. He’s trying to slow himself down so he doesn’t bust too fast, but even just the sight of your perfect body through the frosted glass has him way too excited. It’s been a long time since you two have had sex, and if he knows he can fuck you, then he’s going to make his move.
When you get out of the shower, you’re surprised to find yourself alone. On the counter are some of his clothes and a fresh towel is hanging on the rack for you. You take your time getting dried and dressed. You use some of his fancy lotion that smells like him, and it makes your heart lurch in your chest. Why does Theon Greyjoy have this effect on you?
As you emerge from the bathroom, you find him lounging on the couch in just those damn grey sweatpants. He’s playing a video game, but he perks up immediately when he spots you.
“C’mere, beautiful!”
You are drawn to him, and you sit on the couch next to him. You watch him play his game for a bit, your eyes darting over whenever he squeezes his cock through those sweatpants. He’s horny, you’re horny, but it seems to be a bit of a game that you’re both playing right now.
He hands you a controller, his eyes dark with lust and mischief. You take the controller, and sit a little closer. He wraps his arm around you, smirking when he gets a whiff of his lotion and his cologne. It’s almost like you were choosing to brand yourself as his as you wear his clothes and use his toiletries. Something about this has his cock leaking in his pants even more.
“Let’s play a round of racing. If you win, I’ll do something for you. If I win, you’ll do something for me. Deal?”
You look at him and notice just how smug he is. “Deal.”
The two of you sit up straight and begin the race. He does everything to make you lose, tickling you and whispering dirty things in your ear. But still, you end up on top as the victor. You cheer loudly and obnoxiously, but Theon Greyjoy is obsessed with the way you react when you win.
“In your face, Greyjoy!” You lean in, poking him in the chest.
“Aye, in my face.”
The room seems to shrink as you both can’t pull away from each other. His eyes dart down to your lips, and before you can’t react properly, he kisses you. It’s a hungry kiss with loving intentions deep down underneath all the horny ones. His hands grope your ass, pulling you closer.
It takes very little for you to begin grinding against the bulge that’s twitching in his pants. Theon grunts as you dry hump him, but he soon has to pull you off. He would cum too fast if he let you continue.
“So,” he’s breathless. “What do you want as your prize?”
You smirk. “Eat my pussy.”
He flips you over, pinning you down onto the couch. The two controllers clatter to the ground from the force of his actions; the game is very much forgotten now. Theon returns to kissing you deeply, his tongue penetrating your mouth.
For a few minutes, it’s just you and him making out. Then his hands reach for the hem of the shirt he leant you, and he pulls it off of you. His hands cup your tits, smooshing them together and giving you such a boyish grin.
“I missed these,” he admits before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.
All you can do is moan like the pathetic little thing you are. Theon knows how to pleasure you unlike anyone else. It’s like the asshole has your most sensitive spots mapped out in his mind and he will use each one of them against you. He suckles on your tits like a greedy man, nipping and biting on your nipples to make you whine for him.
Every little noise you make causes his cock to throb, and he has to reach down to give it a squeeze. Then he eagerly pulls down the pants he’s leant to you, and he takes a deep whiff of your cunt. The way he shudders makes you leak out even more arousal.
“You poor little thing,” he coos as his fingers slide up and down your soaked folds. “You probably haven’t had your pussy eaten in so long, hm?”
You whine. “No…it’s been so long.”
No use trying to fool him. He’ll call your bluff so fucking fast, considering he just knows your body so well. He knows that the fact that you’re dripping so much that you’re leaving a wet patch on his couch despite the fact that he hasn’t done anything but gently touch you means you’re more than likely so desperate to have a tongue on your cunt.
“Look at you, practically gushing for me and I haven't even tasted you yet.”
You groan in annoyance but that soon turns into a moan as Theon licks a stripe through your folds. He purposefully avoids your clit with each pass of his tongue, and you’re growing even more desperate to feel him. Finally, he kisses your clit gently.
“You’re going to cum so fast,” He comments but he’s not even wrong.
“Need to cum, baby.” You tug on his hair, making him grunt.
He needs no further instructions. Theon eagerly laps at you, suckling and licking your little bud as his fingers begin to prod your entrance. The minute he begins to finger you and suck on your clit, you know you’re a goner. You try to warn him, but he just continues to lavish you in his wet ministrations.
Your vision cuts to white as you come undone for him. Theon drinks you up, finding you to taste like pure ambrosia for him. If he could spend his days buried between your thighs, he would do it for you. Then he pulls away, licking his lips.
“I think it’s about time I fuck you,” He pulls his pants down and spreads your legs.
You don’t have much time to react before he pushes into you. You whine as he stretches you out. You had been going through a very long dry spell before you came here today, so he is fully splitting you open with that big cock of his. When he notices your little hiss, he stops himself and leans in to kiss you.
“Nobody’s been taking care of you, have they?” He mumbles against your lips.
“Haven’t had anyone in a long time.”
It makes him both happy and disappointed to hear this. Happy because he loves being the one to make you come, but he’s disappointed because you absolutely deserve to be fucked and licked until you’re a trembling mess. He begins to rock his hips, and when you moan his name, he knows he’s reached your sweet spot.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers.
His hips roll and rock in the way that always gets you off so fast. Your thighs are quivering as Theon fucks himself into you, a bit gentler than you expected him to be. But it’s every bit as passionate as it always is. He kisses you hungrily, but slows it down with each thrust. Then he’s just thrusting slowly, and kissing you like he’s in love with you.
One of his hands slides down the expanse of your body to find your swollen nub. His fingers find it with expertise, and he rubs it in time with his passionate thrusts. You feel the pleasure building so fast, it nearly knocks the air from your lungs. You feel butterflies in your tummy as you get closer and closer to cumming.
“Theon—”
“Hush, I know. I’ve got you.”
He begins to pound into you now, but with precise rhythm. And as you come undone around his cock, Theon knows he’s not going to let you go this time. He grunts as his balls tighten up. His lips are on yours once more.
“Where…where should I cum?”
You whine. “Inside. Please!”
You wrap your legs around him, cementing your idea for where you want him to finish. Theon lasts two more thrusts before he’s spilling so deep inside of you. He moans your name almost pathetically, but it doesn’t soothe the new ache in your heart for the man on top of you. Eventually, he collapses on you and sucks on your tits again.
“Don’t go,” he whines. “Please…”
You run your fingers through his hair. “I’m staying.”
He doesn’t need to hear more right now, he knows you mean it. Theon knows that you don’t want to leave, and you want to let this blossom into something so beautiful. The look in your eyes tells him everything.
Robb Stark is the type to be so caring, soft and sweet with you. But once the door is closed, he enjoys being a bit more feral and loud. He's also big on praising you and allowing you to rock your hips and to fuck yourself on his cock.
"that's it, take what you need from me..."
Theon Greyjoy enjoys being cocky and smug, but once the door is closed, he enjoys being softer and sweeter with you. He'll take his time worshipping you, devouring you and making you feel like you're the only one in the world.
yada yada yada, Robb Stark using your stomach as a pillow whenever he can. Arms snug around your waist and cheek pressed to the softness of your tummy. He's dead asleep within minutes. Catch his non-existent tail wagging when you start playing with his curls. That man sleeps best when he's using you as his personal pillow
warnings: smut, lewd themes, quickies, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, semi-public sex
pairings: Theon(Pre and Post-Reek) Greyjoy x Fem!Reader, Sandor "The Hound" Clegane x Fem!Reader, Robb Stark x Fem!Reader, Jorah Mormont x Fem!Reader, Jon Snow x Fem!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Fem!Reader, Tormund Gianstbane x Fem!Reader
summary: how these men react to quickies and what they love about them, taken from the NSFW alphabet
a/n: tagging @howlingofhounds heheheh! also I apologize if some of these are OOC as it is my first time writing some of these characters.
Theon pre-Reek is very much into quickies. It’s the best way to have quick, casual sex without getting caught. Winterfell is a big place, of course, but it’s still easy enough to get caught if you’re not smart enough. While he does love taking his time with you, he just understands that quickies can be a good way to find time to be together intimately. He’ll pin you against the wall, fuck up into you and rearrange your guts in only the way he knows how to. You will probably be walking a little funny afterwards.
Post-Reek Theon is different. He doesn’t want quickies as much. He was sex that could take hours because his own body doesn’t always cooperate with him and his trauma. He needs some time to really get into it, and when he’s allowed to have this time with you, it gives him a reason to try and forget the dreadful things that have happened to him.
He likes them alright. It’s obvious that sometimes that’s all you two will get. Especially if you’re trying to keep the relationship a bit more secret. Late night escapades with him dragging you off somewhere to fuck. His large hand on your mouth to keep you quiet, his large cock splitting you open. It’s all you can have sometimes. He’d rather spend time with you and draw out the sex and especially the foreplay, but there isn’t always a moment for that sort of thing. So he will take his quickies when he can, and if that means bending you over the nearest surface and pounding into you, that’s what he will do.
Robb is no different from the other men. He’ll take what he can get. He, of course, would rather take his time and actually he enjoys having multiple rounds. He found out pretty early on that he has incredible stamina. So whenever he gets pent up and frustrated, he’ll seek you out. A lot of your quickies are either in a secret passageway or abandoned room in Winterfell, or even out in the forest, or in the war tent bent over the table. Watching your body shake the whole table, knocking over the little pieces that serve as markers for the other noble houses, it turns Robb on like nothing else. It reminds him that he is, indeed, the King in the North.
He wants more than just a quickie. Quickies can leave him feeling cold, unwanted and just not up to the task. He’s an older man, so he feels like he has something to prove. He wants to take his time with you, wants to touch you all over, wants to feel you grow aroused under him and his touch. He feels these difficult feelings a lot of the time, and quickies aren’t enough for him to get it out properly. If it's all you two have time for, he will indulge. But other than that, don’t expect a lot of quickies from Jorah. He wants to be buried deep inside of you, while you call his name like your own personal prayer.
Jon needs more than quickies too. He wants the closeness of having sex. He wants to spend his time between your thighs, lapping at you like you are the sweetest wine he’s ever had the privilege of drinking. He detests taking things too fast. He’s all about planning out his next move carefully. Then again, there are times where he may act rashly and fuck you up against the wall and cum deep inside of you. Sometime, quickies happen because Jon becomes jealous of some guy trying to flirt with you and the only thing that he can think to make it better is by fucking you and claiming you as his. You’ll end up walking away with a few bite marks and hickies.
Jaime loves quickies. They are risky and fun. He loves to see where he can fuck you that’s the most riskiest. Places where its possible that someone could catch you. He enjoys the fun of seeing you trying to be as quiet as you can be, but with his cock filling you up completely, you’re unable to keep those moans down. It’s a good stress reliever too, and Jaime needs it pretty often. He’ll seek you out whenever he needs it, and he’s pawing at you pretty quickly. He likes to kiss your neck and grope your breasts, pushing you to the nearest surface where he can wreck you.
Tormund will take you anyway he pleases. And you’re so eager to help him get that pleasure. He’s a wild lover(obviously), so a quickie can be the perfect way to remind you that he is the number one man in your life. Sometimes, he’ll grab you and throw you over his shoulder, letting everyone know not to bother you and Tormund for the next thirty minutes or less. He enjoys teasing you too, as a part of the quickie. Sometimes it’s just dry humping until you’re begging him to fuck you, while he leaves you wanting more because he’s got something else to do. He loves having sex in any way, and quickies can be very fun for him.
warnings: smut, lewd themes, mentions of blood and injuries, swearing, some past trauma mentions, love confessions, oral sex(fem receiving), virginity loss, unprotected sex, penetrative sex
word count: 1.9k
pairings: Sandor "The Hound" Clegane x Fem!Reader
summary: you find him wounded and hurt, and you nurse him back to health. despite his inability to really trust anyone, he falls in love with you.
a/n: for my bestie @howlingofhounds!
He blinks a few times, his eyes adjusting to the light that’s filtering in linen curtains. A grunt of pain passes through him as he tries to get up. A small figure comes rushing over, and he’s even more confused.
“No, m’lord, you mustn't.”
“Not a fuckin’ lord,” The Hound curses, hissing in pain.
“Please, just…sit still.”
He looks down and sees he’s dressed in a simple cotton tunic. There are bandages, covering the deeper wounds. On the bedside table is a bottle of milk of the poppy. So you’ve been drugging him…great…
“No more of that shit,” he shakes his head, referring to the medicine.
“It was for the pain,” you reply.
“I don’t want that shit.”
You pull away and look at his pitiful form. He doesn’t look well for a man his size. He’s very pale and sickly. Though considering the little bit of training you had to become a septa, he may just pull through and survive this. You aren’t even sure what could cause this much trouble to a man his size, and you think you might not want to know.
“Alright, no more milk of the poppy. Would you like something else for the pain?”
He grunts as he finally sits up. “Ale.”
Something about his voice makes you shudder. You head close to the hearth, stoking the fire before fetching him a horn of ale. You figure you shouldn’t, but that’s not a man you want to deny anything to. He looks frightening, with his disfigurement and big, broad body. Despite being in your care, you know he could easily snap your neck and be done with it.
When he takes the ale from you, he greedily gulps it down in one go. Then he sighs and rests back on the mattress, his eyes closing. You sit by the bed, watching him. When his eyes snap open again, you let out a squeak of surprise.
“Do I frighten you, little bird?”
His voice should make you tremble in fear, but you feel sad. There’s a sadness that lingers within him, and it makes your heart ache. The way you look at him so tenderly doesn’t help things at all. Instead, he grows angry and rolls over, despite the pain in his side. He knows he’s too weak to run off, so instead he’s going to act like a petulant child.
Eventually, he sits up and the two of you begin to talk a bit. You feed him some venison with hard bread. He doesn’t say too much, but he does tell you his name. You recognize him even more now with a name attached, but you do not comment on his status. For now, he is just Sandor and he needs your help.
The days pass by well at first. Sandor remains abed, resting his body. You feed him, give him the ale he requests, and eventually, you begin to read to him. He hates it at first, but there’s not much else either one of you can do. And as time passes, his injury heals. He’s quick to his feet the minute he can get up without feeling like he might pass out from the pain.
You still have to scold him, as he’s immediately wanting to go out and train. He wants to swing that damned sword around, but you’re worried his stitches will come undone. So he takes it easy, though he grumbles about you being an annoying little cunt a lot. Still, you see the smile he tries to hide from you.
As time passes, you find yourself very much attached to Sandor. He’s not the usual man one might fall for, but he has a lot of his own personal quirks that make your heart melt. You show him a softness he hasn’t seen in so long, he wonders if he’s ever had anyone fuss over him the way you do.
And at night, the two of you retire in front of the hearth for a while, drinking ale and swapping stories. You love the way he talks about things, and his colorful language he uses to describe things. It hits you all at once; you are in love with Sandor Clegane.
He’s not the prettiest man, nor is he the most polite. But you love him all the same. Your heart is telling you to go for it, but your brain tells you to be cautious. It’s not a prudent thing to make a move on The Hound, yet you don’t want to be prudent.
So one night, when you’ve both had plenty of ale, you move a little closer. Sandor recognizes the warmth from you, and while he’s had this before, he tries to keep a distance from you. He has his own conflicting feelings to deal with. It all crumbles away when you press your hand on his chest. He moves to wrap one of his arms around you, pulling you closer.
“Little bird, you’re playing a dangerous game.” His voice is low and husky.
You smirk. “Perhaps I like dangerous games.”
He doesn’t need to hear more. You lean in, giving him the option to pull away if he doesn’t want to do this, but an all-consuming heat fills him. His lips crash down onto yours, making you moan softly. The sound of your little noise has his cock already twitching in his breeches. It’s impossible to even pull away at this point.
He lays you down on the rug beneath you both, his large form moving on top of yours. And then Sandor kisses you again, his tongue sliding between your lips. It meets with yours, causing you both to melt into this heat. His hands unlace your dress, opening it up for him to bare you to him. His lips trail downward, to your neck and collarbone. When you thread your fingers through his hair, he knows he’s at your mercy.
The two of you struggle with laces, fabrics and small clothes as you attempt to undress one another as you make out. His hands are calloused and rough on your soft skin, and Sandor swears he’s touching an angel. To him, you are his angel. You are the one who’s been the sweetest, softest and the most loving to him. He needs no other reason to be in love with you.
His hands trail down your body, caressing and groping. His lips follow as well, and he kisses the swell of your breasts. You’re softer, sweeter than all those whores he’s ever been with. Never again will he frequent a whorehouse if it means he can be with you intimately for the rest of his life.
“Yes,” you whisper as he wraps his lips around your pert nipple. “That’s it,”
Your voice is beckoning him to continue, and he’s more than happy to provide all this pleasure to you. His other hand continues downward, opening your thighs with ease. He finds you soaked already, and he nips at your nipple. You whine, looking down at him with pure adoration in your eyes.
“Drenched for me, little bird?” He murmurs against your soft skin.
“I need you, Sandor.”
Gods, the way you say his name will be the end of him. He begins to rut against you, his hard cock pressing against your thigh. He’s leaking a copious amount of precum, making you sticky with him. He doesn’t care, all he cares about is making you come.
His kisses continue, leading to your mound. His face is pressed into your cunt, and he takes a whiff of your heady scent. Sandor grunts before he begins to lap at you like the dog that he is. He’s not ashamed to admit that your scent alone could make him lose his mind.
You reach down to clutch at his long tresses, and your hips undulate to get even more of him on you. His tongue doesn’t disappoint, he’s making you shiver and shake with each lashing. He knows the spots that make you see stars. When he pulls away, it’s only to suck on two of his fingers. He places them at your entrance, and pushes them in. The sensation of his fingers curling against your sweet spot and his lips on your little bundle of your nerves proves to be too much.
“Sandor,” you pant as your thighs quake. “I’m coming!”
He doesn’t stop. He continues his ministrations, loving the way your walls are already clamping down around his fingers. Sandor grunts as your juices begin to flow into his mouth, and he lovingly laps it all up. He withdraws his fingers when you slump down on the floor, clearly already spent. He chuckles at your fucked out expression.
“I haven’t even put my cock in you, and you already look like this?”
You whine when you feel the blunt head of his cock prodding your entrance. “I’ve never had anyone make me come before.”
This gives him pause. You are a maiden. If he fucks you and you’d want to marry someone later on down the road, he’d be ruining it for you. He leans in to kiss you first, allowing you to feel the emotions stirring within him.
“Are you sure you want this, little bird?” His voice is hoarse.
You caress his face, offering the sweetest smile. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”
He nods, before he looks down to where he’s about to penetrate you. Slowly but surely, inch by inch, Sandor slides into you. His eyes roll back at the tightness of your warmth. You feel unlike anything else. You’d be his ruin, his downfall and his end all in one. Yet your gentle touch brings him back to the surface, and you kiss him once more.
“Am I hurting you?” He asks, looking into your eyes.
“No, not at all.”
There was a fullness you’ve never felt. A pressure that seemed to invade all of you. But it was a feeling you wanted to feel again and again and again for the end of time. Sandor begins to rock his hips, pressing deeper into you over and over. Time almost seemed to stand still as he ruts into you.
“Please,” you whimper. “Faster…”
You urging him on makes him growl. Sandor picks up his pace, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he fucks himself into you. The look on your face nearly makes him come undone. You pull him in for a kiss, all tongue and saliva.
He grunts as he pounds into you now, pulling pleasure from you. You whine his name, causing him to twitch inside of you. He’s never felt like this before; he wants to make you come on his cock so badly. He continues to kiss you, and one of his hands comes down to begin rubbing your clit in fast little circles.
Your back arches off the ground, and you begin to shudder as the pleasure builds. The moment you reach your peak, Sandor knows he’s in love with this feeling—he’s in love with you. Your walls convulse around him, pulling him over the edge moments after your own orgasm. He growls your name, his seed spilling into your warmth.
Then the two of you have a moment to catch your breath. He pulls out slowly, allowing his semen to run down your ass and onto the rug. He pulls you on top of him, kissing you all over your face before kissing your lips. You smile softly, looking into his eyes when you do pull away.
“I love you,” he says in a soft tone.
“I love you too, Sandor.”
And you surprise him by straddling his lap. You begin to rock your hips once more, making him chuckle.
warnings: smut, lewd themes, alcohol, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, idiots in love type fic
word count: 1k
pairings: Theon Greyjoy x Fem!Reader
summary: he's been making you feel something inside all day, so of course it culminates into something even deeper than just flirting...
The castle was quiet this time of night. The ale had made everyone especially tired and sleepy, sending most of Winterfell into an early sleep. Most of everyone…except for two young ones who need a way to relieve tension.
You and Theon aren’t even sure what came over you that day. It’s been all day that he’s been flirting with you, all day he’s been making you feel like you were some lovesick girl. You’ve never really paid all that much attention to Theon, but today you were more than intrigued by him.
He leads you through a hallway you’ve never been down before, and something about this makes your insides twist with jealousy. There’s not much time to be dwelling on that when Theon pushes you up against a wall, his lips claiming yours in a searing kiss.
“Gods,” he grunts as he hoists you up. “You’re going to ruin me.”
You nip at his bottom lip, “you’re the one who’s going to ruin me.”
He grins mischievously before kissing you again. It’s heated, it’s restless and he can’t stop himself from undoing the laces on your dress. You allow him to undress you between sloppy kisses. Theon’s hands feel amazing on your body as he pulls off your dress and lets it pool down at his feet. You wrap your legs around him now, pulling him closer.
“Do you feel what you do to me, woman?” He pushes his hips towards you, pressing his erection against you.
“I feel it,” you whine against his lips.
For a few moments, all that can be heard are the sloppy sounds of kissing and Theon’s panting as he grinds himself against you. The two of you are quite in the compromising situation if anyone were to come down this hallway, which only serves to make you both more aroused.
His hands come up to cup your breasts, finally peeling off the only thing you had left on. Theon’s lips trail down from your lips to your chin to your jawline. He leaves a series of heated kisses before he bites down on your neck, making you squeal.
"That's it, make noise for me, little brat.”
He spanks your ass, pulling you closer to him. You both continue to grind against one another until you’ve left a nice wet patch on the front of his breeches. Theon curses as he continues to press wet kisses on your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving marks.
“You’ll be my woman,” he whispers. “Mine.”
With this, he spreads your thighs and his able hands find their way to your center. He grunts when he feels how warm and wet you are, and only just from kissing. He holds you up, kissing you and allowing his fingers to penetrate you. You gasp as you feel him pushing into you.
“Just my fingers,” he hisses. “Already this excited?”
You nod. “Need you, Theon.”
He pumps his fingers into your wet cunt, watching as your walls seem to swallow his digits. It’s intoxicating to finally have you like this. He would spend his nights fucking you like this if you allowed him. Then he wouldn’t have to find his affections from anyone else.
“Look at you, my good girl. Drenching me.”
His comment only seems to make you even more horny. His other hand reaches to undo his trousers, and he lets them drop down to the ground. You whine as Theon pulls his fingers from you, making you grieve the loss of contact. But then as you feel the head of his immense cock prodding your hole, you know what’s going to follow.
“Hold onto me, gorgeous.”
You wrap your arms around him, and he enjoys your obedience. His mind wanders a bit at the thought of what else he may be able to make you do. And then he makes you cry out as his hips lift and he slides into you fully with one harsh thrust. Theon kisses you to keep you quiet, and he continues to rock his hips at a rough pace.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he confesses when he pulls away. “I’ve been thinking about this.”
You kiss him once more. “Me too, Theon.”
His eyes roll back when you say his name. It’s so intimate, yet so simple. But you say his name with love, with admiration, with adoration. His balls are already tightening, so he slows himself down. He didn’t think he’d be so close to bursting so soon, but you are the exception. His hand comes up to cup your breast, his thumb rubbing the pebbled nipple.
“I’d have you on my cock forever if you continue to say my name like that,” he grunts in your ear.
“Theon, please…”
That sound alone could make him come undone. He swallows hard, trying his best not to come just yet. He wants it to last just a little longer. Especially considering this might be the only time he’s allowed to do this with you. Who knows how you’ll feel come daybreak?
His thumb finds your swollen nub and he rubs it in rough circles, and he begins to pound into you once more. The sensations are almost too good to be true. You imagined having sex with Theon more than once, but this was certainly better than any fantasy.
“Come for me, beautiful,” His voice is tinged with tenderness. “Please, let me feel you come on my cock.”
His words alone drive you closer to the edge. With each rough thrust, you are riding that edge for so long. And then it all shatters, making you cry out with lust and love for the man who’s driving himself into you over and over. Your walls convulse around him, making Theon growl.
“I-I’m fuckin’ coming!”
He kisses you once more, and then his hips stutter as he pushes himself inside of you as deeply as he can. Ropes of his thick seed coat your insides, making you moan for him. The feeling is overwhelming to the both of you. And then slowly, you both seem to come down from the high.
His forehead is pressed to yours and you both share a bit of a breathless laugh. Theon then kisses you deeply, reminding you of his softness. His hands are on your waist, keeping you up.
“Suppose we go back to my bed now, hm?” He swats at your ass before helping you onto your feet.
