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axelsagewrites · 4 months

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Robb Stark*Cant Catch a Break

Pairing: robb x f!reader

Word count: 1223

Warnings: making out, sneaking around, almost oral, handjob, getting caught, slight begging, teasing, horny desperate robb, angry mother

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a/n: i promise i'll have some requests up soon i just am struggling with one of them the now so its taking me a bit plus christmas etc but enjoy some horny robb i wrote at 2 am

Ned and Catelyn had intrusted their eldest with the most important task ever. Babysitting the kids. As Robb waved goodbye to them as they drove out the driveway your headlights switched on a street back when you got the ‘they’re gone’ text. Hey, you had to seize the opportunity.

“Hey,” Robb grinned as he opened the door, deliberately leaning on the frame to show off his arms not that you were complaining.

“Hi,” you grinned back as you leaned up to kiss your boyfriend, ignoring the loud ew Arya gave as she walked past, “Do I not get to come in?” you pouted.

“I suppose you can,”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yeah,”

“On what conditions?”

“A kiss,”

“How about more than a kiss?” you teased as you kissed him again.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Whereas I’m going to kill myself if you two don’t get a room,” Jon grumbled as he walked down the stairs as Robb finally let you cross the threshold.

“Good idea Jon,” Robb smiled obnoxiously as he grabbed your hand, “You know where to find me. Now forget,” he said as he pulled you along up the stairs with him.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be babysitting!” Jon yelled.

“We’re not babies!” you heard Rickon yelling in the background as Robb pulled you into his room.

Usually in his snaps or video calls it was a mess but today it looked passable, “Oh you cleaned for me, how sweet,” you smiled as he closed the door, pushing your back against it as his lips dangled just above yours.

“What can I say? I’m a gentleman,”

You laughed as your hand snaked up to the back of his neck, “Its just a shame I don’t plan on acting very lady like,”

Usually, you loved Robbs siblings but if one more knocked on the goddamn door you may just combust. Sansa had come complaining about Arya hogging the tv which meant Arya then came to complain about Sansa being an ‘air head’ for watching reality tv which resulted in Robb going down to tell Jon to deal with it. Jon however had also been up about four times to ask dumb questions like where the batteries were or if you wanted any pizza put on or any other excuse, he could muster to ruins Robbs evening with a shit eating grin.

“Where were we?” Robb asked as he all but slammed the door after helping Jon figure out the oven.

He crossed the room to where you sat on the edge of his bed. His lips quickly found yours as he moved you to lay down on his bed. “This is better,” he teased as his lips moved to your jaw, kissing down your neck as his soft hands slipped under the thin fabric of your top which he’d tried to get off at least three times already.

As his hands cupped your tits, squeezing slightly making him groan against your skin there was a soft knock on the door. Robb groaned so pathetically you wondered if he’d cry, “What?” he called.

However, Rickon took this as come in which he did making Robb quickly shoot up to be kneeling over you as you fixed your top as Rickon pouted, “Its bedtime,”

“Goodnight little man. Close the door on your way out,”

“But story time,”

“Get Jon to do it,”

“But you always do it,”

“So, it’s his turn,”

“but you’re better at it,” Rickon whined, stamping his four-year-old foot with a pouted lip.

You sighed as you looked to Robb, “Cmon how long can it take?” you whispered.

Robb sighed as he looked down at you, “But we were gonna…you know,” your head turned to Rickon then back to Robb and the look you gave him was enough, “Okay fine, c’mon Rickie,”

“What were you doing on top of her?” Rickon asked as he padded out the room, Robb quickly behind him to tell him never to repeat what he saw with the promise of candy.

You were straddling his lap as his head rested against the headboard. you had finally ditched the t-shirt leaving you in a cute bra and skirt as you grinded against Robb’s painfully hard bulge through his strained sweatpants. Thankfully the sweatpants were the only thing left on him. His hands had moved under your skirt, grabbing your ass as you tugged on his curls making him moan into your mouth.

Your lips moved to his jaw, kissing down his neck, “What are you doing?” he half groaned as your hands roamed his abs as your lips moved to his chest, kissing all the way down his torso.

“Can’t say you haven’t earned it,” you grinned, shuffling back as your hand moved to palm him over the fabric of his trousers making his head roll back, “Unless you want me to stop,” you teased.

“Dear god don’t stop,” he groaned as your hands toyed with the hem of his waist band. “You wanna hear me beg? is that it?” he asked, his desperate eyes searching your teasing ones.

“Maybe, could be kinda hot,” you teased as your hand slipped under the fabric to take hold of his hard on making him moan softly. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking it softly, “I like it when you’re all desperate,”

“Fuck please baby. I really am desperate, so fucking desperate please,” he said as your hand sped up slightly.

You grinned as you leaned down, moving the fabric away painfully slow to reveal his hard cock already wet with precum. You leaned down to place a kiss to his tip, Robbs hand moving to rest on the back of your head as your tongue poked out to lick it when suddenly the door slammed open, banging off the wall as laughter rang out.

You shot up as Robb quickly pulled up his sweats and jumped out of bed, accidentally pushing you on your back in the process, “Bran I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Robb screamed as he chased his cackling brother down the hall as you scrambled to pull your top back on and run after him to stop murder.

As Bran bolted down the stairs, Robb soon after him, and you just reaching the top of the stairs the front door swung open to reveal a once happy looking Ned and Catelyn. Their faces first turned to shock as Bran ran into his mothers’ arms still grinning like a Cheshire Cat then to confusion, then you felt Catelyn’s eyes fall on you and then quickly turn to Robb in anger.

Meanwhile Ned put the pieces together slightly slower before muttering “poor kid,” under his breath as you quickly rushed down the stairs.

“I’m just gonna-“you said, pointing to the door which you were soon heading out of, “yeah. Bye Robb, bye guys,” Cat watched you leave with a fury and Ned with a sorry glance.

“Wait but-“ Robb said, trying to reach out but you gave him a sorry look as you left the house, hearing him sigh and go, “Aw man!” he said before muttering, “I can’t Catch a fucking break,” making Cat cross her arms and Robbs life suddenly flash before his eyes. One thing was for sure though. He was going to kill his brother.

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jeyneofpoole · 4 months

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modern theon is living out of his car (robb’s first that he crashed into mailbox and gave to theon for free) in the parking lot of asha’s apartment complex. sometimes she sends qarl down with a plate of food and a joint because she feels a little bad but not bad enough to let him enter her home. he’s effectively homeless because balon kicked him out for wearing eyeliner and the last time the starks went on family vacation theon lost bran and rickon in the disney world gift shop so they’re not feeling super charitable but sometimes jon will let him climb in through his window because he’s hoping theon’ll show him how to do tricks on his skateboard (theon lied about doing a kickflip once) and theon’s not about to tell him he’s a fraud so he’s taking advantage of the whole thing because it’s january and his car is missing a door (cardboard duct-taped over the hole) and benjen gets jon the best weed in town so usually theon’s able to mooch if he’s annoying and/or persistent enough.

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luvinescent · 4 months

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Stealing Time

Pairing: Modern!Robb Stark x fem!Reader

Summary: Weddings should be an event full of joy and happiness for everyone involved. Especially for the bride and groom, who are the main focal point of it all. So, what is the reason for celebrations if they both have gone missing?

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, sexual content, smut, p in v, dirty talk, etc.

Word count: 3933

Additional: M/H/N stands for Maid of Honors Name.

A soft melody of a strong quartet could be heard through the air like a soft breeze as more guests continued to arrive. The venue was decorated with fairy lights that cascaded down, a crystal chandelier in the middle of it all, creating an inviting and dreamy atmosphere. The celebratory music pulsated on the dance floor, enticing visitors to sway and swirl in a joyful celebration. The air was filled with laughter and lively discussions that mixed with the sound of glasses clinking as toasts were being offered in honor of the newlyweds.

The only problem was that neither one of them were present in the room.

Catelyn Stark, mother of the groom, stood scanning the room next to the wedding planner— a young girl who looked to be on the verge of pulling out her hair. Catelyn could hear the small anxious mutters of “we’re off schedule now” as the girl kept analyzing the clipboard she held in her hand. Excusing herself from the girl and her husband, Catelyn went towards the hallways connecting to the venue. She was stopped in her travels by a distant relative on her husbands’ side, smiling at the old man.

“Catelyn!” he greeted heartily. “Where is that boy of yours? I haven’t seen him or the new Mrs.”. He let out a great laugh, holding onto his rounded beer belly for support. Catelyn returned the laugh, nodding at his question, “I was just about to go get him. I’ll be right back”.

She turned around; the sound of her heels clicking on the shiny floor echoed, causing any guests in her path to quickly shift aside. Catelyn walked with a confident stance, her chin up, shoulders back, and a big smile covering her face. A smile that was very deceiving and Jon Snow knew this when she came faced with him.

“Where is your brother?”

He stared wide eyed at her, caught off guard by her presence and her question. His face was a ballet of nervousness, revealing the false confidence he was trying so hard to keep up. “I-I, uh… I don’t know...”, Jon shrugged his shoulder, wincing a little at the look she gave him. Catelyn smacked her lips, grabbing a hold of Jons ear, “Don’t lie to me. Where is Robb? The nerve of that boy! Disappearing at his own wedding, and you covering for him. I thought I raised you both better than this!”. The entire time, the bride’s maid of honor had stood next to Jon, witnessing him get a scolding from his mother, but Catelyn could care less about his embarrassment. Before Catelyn could continue her interrogation, she was stopped by the sound of a familiar voice within her distance. “Have you seen Y/N?”.

Turning around, Catelyn saw the mother of the bride asking a family member before she turned and saw her. “Oh, Cat!”, the mother rushed towards her, “Have you seen my daughter? I can’t find her anywhere”.

Putting back on that wide smile, Catelyn turned her head to Jon and the maid of honor. “What a coincidence. I can’t seem to find my son either.”

The two looked like deer’s caught in headlights. Both their words jumbled out fast, inaudible to the human ear. Thinking fast, M/H/N leaped into action, her words both a hasty attempt and holding a somewhat truth to them. “Y/N went to go change from her wedding gown to her reception dress”. Jon nodded vigorously in agreement at her explanation, “A-And Robb wanted to change his shoes”. M/H/N whipped her neck and gave Jon a glare, his add on not helping as Robb did not bring extra shoes. Y/N’s mother did not have time to question any of what they said—being brisked away to go greet a great aunt.

Catelyn stood in front of the two adults once again. She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by their statements.

“Y/N went to go change?”

“Yes”, M/H/N said instantly.

“And Robb went to go change his shoes?”

“Yes”, now it was Jon.

“…and they went together?”

“…yes”, they both replied. Humming to herself, she continued observing them, knowing very well they were hiding something. “How long ago did they leave?”. They once again exchanged looks with one another, face flushed with embarrassment, “Uh, not that long ago…they’ll be here soon”. Catelyn’s skepticism deepened, her eyes darting from M/H/N awkward performance to Jon’s increasingly guilty expression. Letting out a sigh and rubbing her temples, she turned to return to the party, “Fine”.

With one hand tangled in his auburn curls, you panted against Robb’s lips, “mm you’re insane”. Robb chose to ignore your words, his lips choosing to instead attack your neck and his fingers gripping hard on your thigh— surely to leave bruises come morning. Craning your neck back for more easy access, you tried reasoning, “they’re probably looking for us now—“. You couldn’t even finish your sentence, his cock having thrusted into your walls so deep it left you gasping for air, “f-Fuck, Robb!”

He groaned against your neck, his hips moving in rhythm against yours, “Who cares what they’re doing when I get to have you like this to all to myself”. You almost bit your tongue when his hand slipped between the two of you, fingers rubbing at your sweet spot, “Fuck, I love it when you moan my name”.

It was almost close to an hour ago when your maid of honor took you to change out of your wedding dress into your reception dress. Coming out of the dressing room, you were met with both your newly brother-in-law and newly husband. While M/H/N and Jon engaged in some conversation about the band arriving soon, Robb and you took to wrapping each other up in arms. With a huge grin on his face, he planted small kisses all over your face, “My gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, wife”. Laughing at how his stubble tickled against your face, you laid your palm up against his cheek, “Aye, watch the makeup”, quickly giving him a kiss on the lips before pulling away and looking into his blue eyes, “but thank you my very handsome, good-looking, very very very attractive husband”. You two shared a moment of silence and intense gaze before you both broke out in giggles, capturing each other’s lips in one another, moving tendering and deeply. Pulling away, Robb stared down at you, both love in his eyes but also a hint of something else.

“You know you really do look gorgeous. You look equally as beautiful in this dress as you did in your wedding dress”. You thanked him once again but gave him a puzzled look when he said he had other opinions, however.

“And what other opinions are those?”, you said, smiling while waving at a cousin who just entered the building. Turning back to Robb, you noticed the way his eyes had slightly shifted in emotion; something more carnal behind them. Bending down his head towards your ear, he whispered softly, “If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have you naked with my head between your thighs”. His voice brought chills up your spine as he blew a soft gust of air on your earlobe before going back to height. Biting your lip and playing with his tie, you titled your head to the side and chuckled softly “You would, huh?”. His only reply was a nod, watching your every move like hawk and gulping as your fingers started to trail along his neck now. Robb was being unfair; he knew just how much his words had an effect on you. But yours did too. Bringing him down by his tie, you’d thought best to return his teasing—fighting fire with fire.

Slowly, you leaned up, “…I want you inside of me. I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now”. You could hear his breath hitch behind his closed mouth. Both of you were once again stuck in an intense stare down, this time only desire and want in your gazes. You were quick to fix yourself up, distancing yourself a bit from Robb and plastering on an innocent smile as more guests arrived, “Hi. Thank you for coming”. You snickered to yourself; feeling Robbs eyes on your back as he hadn’t moved a single inch from his spot. Jon and M/H/N ended their conversation and turned to face you both, nodding their head in the direction of the main area, “Alright, let’s get going”.

You took one single step before Robb came up behind you, grabbing you by your forearm and pushing you towards his chest. “Actually”, he started, “Y/N told me her dress is bothering her”. M/H/N had stepped up, examining you from head to toe, “Oh, let me help— “. Robb had interrupted her by raising his hand and shaking his head, “No, it’s fine. I got it. Besides, we want to spend some quiet time together, don’t we babe?”. Looking up at him, you quickly assessed the situation and nodded along, “R-right, yeah. We’ll be right back. You guys go and have fun. Who cares about us anyways.”

Jon and M/H/N didn’t have time to argue back— the new couple running down the halls of the building, hand in hand with laughter being echoed throughout it. Jon tsked his tongue, shouting at his brother and sister-in-law who were still in view, “What do you mean who cares about you guys?! This is your wedding!”. They both turned to flip Jon off, turning the corner and disappearing to the next connecting hall. Sighing, Jon rubbed his face as M/H/N came to stand next to him in silence.

“You know there was nothing wrong with her dress”. “… Yeah”.

And that’s how you found yourself with Robb in some random office room in the building of your wedding reception. Robb’s patience was running low as he pushed you up against the wall and against the corner of what some seemed to be some bookshelf. Both your lips hungrily going at each other very frantically. A loud moan was swallowed by his mouth when his fingers went down, pushing your panties to the side and starting to play with your wet folds and opening. Wasting no time, you trailed your hands down towards his belt, quickly trying to undo it. Robb pulled away entirely from you, using the distance to unbutton a bit of his dress shirt and to take off his belt. Breathing heavily, you grabbed him back down by the neck for another kiss, biting his lip and sucking on his tongue. Pulling away, you raised an eyebrow at Robb with a smirk present on your face and his lips darkened and wet with saliva, “I’m almost positive this kind of tradition is reserved for tonight. You know, after the reception, not during”. Robb laughed slightly, pushing up against you and grabbing a hold of your thigh, wrapping your leg around his waist while the other stood for balance. His other hand was used to bunch up the fabric of your white party dress and to pull down one of its straps. “What can I say”, he bit along your neck, “you’re just so damn beautiful. So damn sexy. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back when I saw you walking down that aisle”. His lips returned to yours. This kiss was messy with teeth almost clashing and tongues fighting. Both your hands were everywhere they could be felt; his on your thighs, ass, hips, breasts, and yours on his chest, neck, and back. Pulling away, Robb looked at you from head to toe and gave you a teasing smile, “And what’s all this?”. With both your body movements and clothes shifting, Robb had finally taken noticed of the white lace lingerie you had underneath the entire time of both your wedding dress and your reception dress. Rolling your eyes, you gave him a pointed look, “It was supposed to be for tonight. Way to ruin the surprise”. He pouted mockingly at you and let out a small chuckle, kissing your forehead before his previous lustful look returned, “We can keep it on for now. And for tonight, I’ll just pretend it’s my first time seeing it”.

The way he spoke and stared at you had sent something straight to your burning core and had made you shifted closer to him unconsciously. “Such a gentleman”, you spoke running a thumb along his bottom lip and started kissing him again. With his belt already undone, it only took a few seconds to push down his clothing layers just enough to free his cock. As a brief warning, sliding your panties to the side, he slid his tip through your wet folds for a couple seconds. The whine you let out was all he needed before he pushed entirely inside you. You gasped loudly and screwed your eyes shut as Robb gave you a few seconds to adjust to the sudden fullness. Shaking your head, you bit down on your lip, “Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough”. Robb wasted no time, gripping your thigh and fucking deeply into you, “Ah, fuck”, he moaned out, “you feel so fucking good. My good girl. My fucking wife”. He moved his lips along your collarbone, groaning and biting down. “Mm, fuck” you muffled out as your pussy clenched around his hard cock with every thrust he made. Robb took a second to look down, watching the way you took him in and your sleek and arousal that coated him every time he reentered. He was in heaven. Looking back up, you stared at Robb whose pupils were dilated in rapture with a little sweat coating his forehead. You probably looked the same to him as well. Your standing leg was starting to lose balance, causing you to slightly shift. Robb was quick to grab a hold of you, causing the tip of his cock to hit your most sensitive spot and just what he was looking for. “Hmm!”, you moaned out, “fuck Robb, right there!”, you truly felt like you were seeing stars. He started to fuck into you even faster and harder, increasing his movements, your pussy clenching even more, indicating your release. Eyes rolling back, you let your head fall back against the wall as you let out a mixture of curse words, moans, and Robbs’ name. Your body filled with warmth and pleasure, trembling as Robb held onto you and continued trying to reach his own climax. His movements were starting to get sloppy; you knew he was reaching his dissolve soon. However, he had to stop his movements abruptly; the doorknob to the room shaking vigorously.

Despite having locked the door beforehand, it was Robb’s natural reflex to reach over and hold onto the knob. At the same time doing so, he had let out a groan, and you a squeak as he slightly pushed you with his body. You were caught off balance but were able to hold onto the corner of the bookshelf, giving Robb a glare while he raised his finger up to his lip.

“Is somebody in there?”

Both your eyes widened in mutual shock; mouths agape as you two exchanged a horrified glance. You both recognized that voice as Robb’s Aunt Lysa.

She started banging harshly on the door now, “I know that someone is in there. I can hear you! This is a private event! If the cops need to be called, I have no problem- “.

“It’s me Aunt Lysa”, Robb spoke out, slightly cringing. Your face was flushed red; both because of your current activities and because of shame. Looking down, Robb’s left hand still had your thigh wrapped around his waist and his cock still buried inside you.

“Robb?”, Lysa questioned, “Is that you? Your mother has been looking everywhere for you! What are you doing in there?”

Robb gave you a once-over before clearing his throat, “I’m just…changing”. Your grip on the shelf was losing itself, causing you to readjust and move — which caused you to slightly sink down onto Robb’s cock. He was quick to bite his lip to stop the moan coming from his mouth, almost drawing blood in the process. Robb knew you too well and covered your mouth with his hand, knowing you would do the same. The only probably was that he wasn’t as quick.

“Now, hold on,” Lysa loudly said from the other side of the door, “I can hear another person in there and it sounds like a woman. Robb Stark you may be my nephew but I swear to God if you’re doing what I think your doing - “

“It’s me Mrs. Arryn”, you finally spoke out too. There was a moment of silence from the other end before Lysa started speaking again, “Oh, Y/N. Of course… Your mother was also looking for you…”. There was some awkwardness to her tone as you tried your best to clean up the situation, “I’m just changing too. Robb’s helping me”. Another awkward silence passed, “Of course he is…”. You and Robb gave each other a side glance; it was clear she didn’t believe you two and knew what you two were really doing. “Well”, Lysa began, “I best let you two get back to uh…changing…oh, um, where are the bathrooms?”. Robb was the one to answer her question, “On the other side of the building”. With a quick thank you and goodbye, you could hear the distant sound of her heels from the other side before she was gone entirely.

Turning back to Robb, you slapped his chest, groaning into your hands, “Ughhhh, that was so embarrassing”. He only laughed, making you peek at him from the gaps of your fingers. “What are you laughing at? You heard her; our parents are looking for us, so we better go”. Robb’s only response was to kiss you sloppy, pushing back once more inside you. You gasped into his mouth, his tongue playing with yours. Robb then pulled out of you completely, making you whimper from the sudden emptiness. Grabbing you by the forearm, he dragged you towards the desk in the room, bending you over it, pushing your dress up and your panties down— exposing yourself fully to him. He caressed your ass before smacking it hard; making you huff, “Let them wait a few more minutes”, his fingers played along your glistening folds. Standing up behind you, he pushed himself back into you, thrusting in, and out, and in again. Each time rougher than the other as he stretched out your cunt. Grabbing ahold of your hair and arching your back for him, he spoke into your ear, “This is our special day, isn’t it?”. Your only answer was a loud moan, his fingers being placed in your mouth to suck on. “Besides, I’m not fully done with you”.

About twenty minutes later (some of which took up of M/H/N fixing your makeup and concealing your bite marks), you and Robb entered the main room holding arms. Guests were raising their glasses up to you in cheers— some already clearly starting to get tipsy. A close friend of yours came up to you both, hugging you and giving you your congrats while Robb shook hands with her boyfriend. Once they pulled away and moved aside, you both had clear sight across the room of the one person who was looking for you two the most: Catelyn Stark. To make matters worse, she was also conversing with her sister; both whispering and giving you two the side eye.

“Crap” both you and Robb said in unison, watching Catelyn with her wrath make her way towards you. Your sight was cut off by the wedding planner standing stressed and tired in front of you, “Okay, we can get back on schedule if we just follow with the original plan. Bride, it’s time for the father-daughter dance”. Your ears perked up at the familiar sound of the music you had chosen for this occasion and turned to see your dad already on the dance floor. Turning back to Robb, you gave him a sheepish smile, “Would you look at that… gotta go”. He was quick to grab a hold of your hand, “You can’t leave me. You vowed to be with me through anything”. Pulling your hand back, you raised both hands up in defense, “I had my fingers crossed when I said that”.

Seeing his pouted puppy look made you laugh, quickly blowing him a kiss, “I’m kidding. I love you”, turning to go dance with your father. Robb didn’t even have to turn around— already feeling his mother’s presence behind him. Wrapping arms with him, many passersby would see the scene as a mother coddling her son. But Catelyn was actually pinching Robb’s side, and hard. “You are so vulgar I swear. At your own wedding Robb, really? You couldn’t wait until after?”, she spoke through gritted teeth.

Robb winced a little at the pain, but his eyesight was also focused on you. Smiling and laughing with your father. “Why are you getting only me in trouble? Y/N was equally in on it”. Catelyn could only roll her eyes at her sons’ immature response, “Please, knowing you and knowing her it was probably all your doing”. Staring up at him to continue her scolding, she stopped momentarily at the look in her sons’ eyes. Following his line of vision, she was meet with you. A tender smile graced Catelyn lips. Nothing short of captivating was the way he gazed upon you. His unspoken proclamation of love seemed to go beyond words, and his eyes radiated an undying commitment. “Are you happy?”, she asked Robb. The song was coming close to the end. Robb turned to face his mother, a stern look on his face and nothing but seriousness was his tone, “Yes. I am”. From the corner of his eye, Robb could see your father leading you to him. Standing up higher, Catelyn gave him a quick peck on the forehead, “Good. That’s all I’ve ever wanted”. You and your father came face to face with the both of them, Catelyn giving you a peck on the cheek and your father handing you over to Robb, “She’s all yours’ son,” he patted his shoulder, “take care of her”.

Robb led you to the dance floor where the band had started to play a slower and more romantic song. Swaying to the tempo, you spoke up, “So, was she angry?”. Robb let out a small chuckle, smiling down at you. “She was,” he began, “but she said she’d forgive us if we gave her a grandchild”. Staring at him agape, you slapped his chest with a small gasp, “She did not say that!”. Now you both were laughing. The world around you two seemed to fade into a soft blur as you moved, lost in the embrace of your love. Resting your head against his chest, you felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I love you”, Robb spoke up, his hand tenderly placed on the small of your back. Sighing deeply, inhaling his scent and allowing yourself to bask in his warmth, both of you feeling safe in each other’s embrace, you let him know your feelings, “I love you too”.

Enjoying the moment's beauty, you both stayed in each other's arms as the music softly faded into the night. You both understood that this dance was only the start of an endless journey together.

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daenystheedreamer · 1 year

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theon is the worst roomate you could ever have never cleans always late on rent steals your shit literally roomate from hell. robb is a bad roommate but only because hes dating theon which means theon freeloads at the apartment hes like actually an okay roommate its just his boyfriend is the worst. jon is a nice roommate he facetimes his dog and always wears headphones. sansa okay roommate but shes living out a small-girl-in-the-big-city fantasy and is romanticising literally every aspect which means she’s always sighing and staring dramatically out the window and she’s annoyingly nepo wealthy. arya second worst roommate cos she listens to music on full blast and sneaks her dog in and fights with the landlord but she knows all the cool places in the city and will beat anyone you want up no question and will never snitch. you would never see bran if he was your roommate hes like a ghost one day you get up at 3am for a glass of water and hes smoking bog swamp weed in the dark with the two identical haunted-eyed bohemians in frog bucket hats

#house stark #this posts reads like one of those imagines. god what have i become #modern au #asoiaf #theon greyjoy #robb stark #throbb #jon snow #sansa stark #arya stark #bran stark #and surprise reeds<3

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crownedtargaryen · 1 year

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ahhh yay!!

i would like to request something for modern!bran if that’s okay🙏🏻

i was thinking maybe modern!bran with goth reader?

like just headcanons or an imagine, whatever you’d like

you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to :)

lipstick. modern!bran headcanons

MASTERLIST pairing: modern!bran x goth!reader (a/n): I'm so sorry this is so short! Being goth has a lot of different types in that aesthetic, so I tried to generalize and keep it as unspecific as I could! (this Bran goes with this headcanon post I did of him) all notes are appreciated. tag list: @thethreeeyed-raven @howyouloveyourdragon @hopelesswritergall @fairysluna @clairacassidy @ad-astra-again @its-actually-minicika

SFW

• Bran loves you so much

• he ADORES when you sit on his lap and you do his makeup

• though, he's SUUUCH a pain to put makeup on

• he's always laughing and moving, trying to lean in and kiss you

• you have to yell at him, giving him a small smack as he cackles

• "what? can I not have a kiss?" he'll feign innocence that'll make you roll your eyes

• black cat and golden retriever

• he loves letting you dress him up in gothic themed clothing, so proud of any and all outfits you give him

• posts pics of you. over dressed gothic partner with the underdressed basic gamer

• he loves to bring you on his streams, the chat LOVVVES you

• he'll do "partner picks my aesthetic" streams with you, just adoring how excited you get in contrast to your darker more standoffish look

• def looks a bit strange seeing you side by side, but he doesn't care. ur his pfp on EVERYTHING and loves the way you present yourself

• def been called a discord mod with his kitten which has plagued your day to day life where he will jokingly call you kitten

• "that's a lot of talk for my discord kitten," he'll tease, knowing how frustrated it makes you.

does NOT shut up about how he wants to do beastboy x raven

ORR BATMAN X CAT WOMAN he’s OBSESSEDDD

def will call you emo for your aesthetic, laughs so hard when you’re get a bit angry with him

“hey! don’t be mad, maybe i like emos.” he’ll coo, just making you huff then kiss him to shut him up

def will let your paint his nails shades of black and grey, wears that shit with pride

LOVES it when you put on dark lipstick and kiss all over his face. he’s done that smudged lipstick tiktok so many times 👀

even though you’re the more intimidating outer shell of the relationship, bro will fight god for you

someone says shit about your aesthetic, calls you emo or says something harsh, he’s ON IT.

only he’s allowed to poke fun at his partner. someone says shit?

lets just say he’s almost killed a few people

forces you to teach him how to use a wax seal

he’ll nag you for hours, and you finally teach him and he’s over the moon

then one day, he’ll show up with a parchment letter that he’s tea stained for you. you honestly don’t believe it at first

bran didn’t SEEM like the type to do this, but gods he DID IT HE WROTE YOU A GOTHIC PARCHMENT LETTER QUILL AND INK AND EVERYTHING??!!

He LIVES to make you smile with gifts like that

constantly bugging you about what new clothes or shoes you want, what jewelry you may like, what antique gothic trinkets you think are beautiful

then within days they’re in ur hands and you just are like “oh.”

HE LOOOVES taking you to museums of antique medieval gothic resorts

he loves to hear you talk about them, grinning at your excitement and passions and how beautiful you look when you talk so much you run out of breath and have to sharply inhale before continuing

after taking you to the museum he’ll take you on a romantic moonlit picnic with only candles he brought and distant street lights illuminating you both

and he’ll softly go

“i love you…” pause. “even though you’re kind of emo.” then break into a cackle and beg you not to get up and leave

NSFW

• absolutely loves how your black makeup runs down your face when he tails the fuck out of you

• he loves the sight of your hair scattered across the bed as he pins you down, mascara running down your cheeks as you cry in pleasure

• he loves when you have dark lipstick on and kiss all over his body. gladly takes pictures of it and posts it on his private twitter

• usually after sex his face is covered in dark lipstick smudged over his swollen lips and flushed cheeks

• he loves ripping your dark thigh highs apart, immediately delving in your goods with the thin cloth RIPPED APART so easily.

• sometimes gets frustrated because of the layers to your outfits

• he's a switch, loves when you dom him and leave him a begging crying mess with lipstick marks on his thighs and hardened buds on his chest

will never ever stop joking about “you love dark things? let me make some dark ass marks on that pretty little neck.” while he growls and pulls you onto his lap with a cheeky grin

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I just wanna kiss james !! Or Robb !!! Like I know it would be so sweet esp on lazy nights on Fridays after a long day :(( ilysm gorgeous !

i love u too, thank you so much for requesting angel!! if you have any robb stark requests please send them lovelies!

robb stark x fem!reader, modern au - fluff and a bit suggestive at the end ♡

robb swears everything tests his patience today.

how much can a person deal with misfortunes in one single day? he woke up with a stupid headache, you were at your own apartment so he didn't get to see you first thing in the morning, his shirt wasn't neatly pressed as he likes, and his morning coffee had too much milk.

things at the office had been hectic too; he had to deal with too many people who were only after his name and nothing more, jon didn't come at all because he was sick, his assistant also took a day off so robb had to plan everything. it is maddening at this point and robb thinks he'll never make it home.

but, well- he does make it home somehow.

it's a friday night, meaning he doesn't need to leave his apartment all day long and if you agree, he'll plan a long day of staying in bed with you. he loosens up his tie, throws his suit jacket on the couch, and follows the smell of pesto until he gets into the kitchen.

there you are, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and his old football team t-shirt he wore back in university. he adores the sight, you are stirring the sauce in a huge pan and the kettle is turned on. his shoulders curve slightly, his back dies to get free of the tension he held all day.

you finally see him when the kettle stops and you turn around. you are quick to give him a hug, arms wrapped around his neck as you kiss the skin next to his ear. robb welcomes the hug with open arms and fond lips, he can smell your shampoo when he kisses your hair. he feels better already, the comfort of you in his home works like magic.

"hey." you mumble against his neck.

"hey." he says back. "hey, sweetheart."

"are you hungry?" you ask, leaving his arms to keep stirring the sauce. "i'm making pasta with the sauce you like, i just got back from school and i'm really hungry, i couldn't wait to cook something fancy."

you tone is sweet and teasing, the favorite one of robb's. he smiles, comes right behind you to kiss your neck from the open collar. "it smells perfect."

"yeah?" you say, smiling at his tired voice. "go change your clothes, baby, then we can set the table."

the dinner fixes almost every wrong thing in robb's head. you tell him about your day, your classes, your appointment with your professor. he talks about his morning coffee and his idiotic clients. he gossips a bit about jon and the new employee who he's absolutely sure has a crush on jon. you laugh at the jokes he makes, lips covered in sauce and cheeks blushed with the joy.

after you're finished with the dinner and the dishes, robb offers to make some tea. you sit on the couch, trying to choose a movie for the background noise. you don't think neither of you can actually manage to focus on something for two hours. you get under the huge blanket, the one you've brought from your own apartment for robb when he got so sick and needed something to keep him warm. your boyfriend thinks the cold weather would never affect him but he was wrong for that time and you were quick to show your affection with a steaming bowl of soup and a fluffy blanket.

robb comes back with two cups of tea, he puts them on the coffee table. you lift the side of the blanket for him and he sits next to you. he kisses the side of your head before taking a sip from his cup. you spend minutes on drinking tea with you playing with his curls, exchanging silent words, and sometimes commenting on the movie. it's nice to end the day with the love of your life, you think. nights like these are always peaceful with robb.

after finishing his tea, robb puts his head on your thighs. a silent indication to show you how desperate he is to feel your touch. your fingers play with his curls, you rub his forehead with a little firmer touch. he's still tense and clearly needs rest so you do your best to give him some comfort. robb closes his eyes, lost in deep pleasure he'd been dreaming all day as you rake your nails softly on his skin.

"feeling any better?" you ask silently, drawing a star on his shoulder.

he nods, a deep sound from his throat rises to tell you how perfect you are for him. "thank you, baby."

you don't think you'll ever get used to hear the word baby from robb stark's lips. his voice is silky smooth and deep, he can make you do anything only by using that voice and he chooses to call you baby. his baby, his sweetheart, his angel girl. his girl. his.

you lean in an uncomfortable angle to kiss his forehead. he opens his eyes after a few seconds and gives you a smile. it's small but still he earns a smile back from you. he sits normally on the couch, and then leans on the other side of the couch to motion his hands towards you. "come here." he says and you follow.

robb pulls you on his body; your thighs on either sides of him, your face tucked nicely to his neck, and your arms staying limp on the couch. he kisses your hair, inhales the scent of your shampoo deeply. his hands are huge and he uses them expertly to rub your back. one hand cups your neck to press lightly on your tight muscles and the other one massages your entire back with gentle fingers. you close your eyes, letting him carry all your weight. all the stress and tension melt in his arms.

"i'm gonna fall asleep." you mumble. robb only kisses your hair as a response. "i'll carry you to bed, sweetheart." he whispers. he keeps his pressure on your muscles and you feel so needy for him even though his hands are all over you.

"robb-" you start, thighs clenching unconsciously.

"shh." he says quietly. "you are too tired, don't force yourself."

you nod, he pushes his thigh in between yours to give you something to press on. it's a relief and it's working, you can feel the hard muscle of his thigh against yourself.

"but-" you say with a small yawn. "in the morning?"

robb chuckles lowly. he gives you a fond kiss on your forehead. "in the morning i'm gonna wake you up so nicely, i promise."

it's the only promise that can put you to sleep. your eyes close finally, permanent for the night. robb has always been a nice pillow for you but especially after a tired day, both of you long for the contentment of each other and it feels like magic. your head stays on his heart, his heartbeat a beautiful lullaby to dream to.

#robb stark #robb stark x reader #robb stark imagine #robb x reader #robb stark fluff #robb stark x you #robb stark x fem!reader #robb x you #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones fic #house stark #robb stark fic #robb stark fanfic #modern!robb stark #modern!robb stark x reader #modern!robb stark x you

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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LINKS

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Monthly Works

Kinktober

Home of the Visuals

DEADWOOD

Deliciously Dark December

🄲🄷🄰🅁🄰🄲🅃🄴🅁 🅁🄾🄾🄼🅂 If you are desiring a certain character

AU Characters Supernatural GIF Imagines

Daemon Targaryen ---- Aemond Targaryen ---- Jace V ---- Corlys ---- Viserys ---- Robb Stark -- Jon Snow -- Criston Cole

🄸🅁🄾🄽 🄳🄾🄴

---- Iron Doe (Tywin x Stev Baratheon) ---- Iron Doe HOTD (Otto x Stev Baratheon) ---- Iron Doe Tywin/Otto ---- Wildling Doe (Mance x Stev) ---- Teacher Doe (Tywin x Stev Modern Teacher AU) ---- A dragon’s Doe (Stev x Daemon)

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---- Cam girl!Reader x Multi

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---- Slutty Modern Robyn ---- Professor Tywin ---- Taking her place

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---- Modern Universe ---- HOTD Universe

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---- Slutty Modern Alicent

---- Dragon Taboo

---- Pleasure of a Princess

---- A Costly Mistake

---- Wolf & Lion

---- Viserys’ Obsession

---- The Other Hightower

---- Aphrodisiac AU

---- Omega of Dragons

---- Free Use Maid

---- A strong wife

---- Garden Girl

---- Royal AU

---- Secret Dragon

---- Celeb Doe + Celeb AU

---- A Court of Supernatural

---- Sand Dragon

---- Flowers Around Her Heart + Modern Version

---- Caught Red Handed

---- What is honour to a woman’s love

---- Victory is his

---- Hightower in between Waves

---- The lions devours

---- the love for the history books

---- Pick Me

---- Taking a wife

---- Mistaken Identity

---- His Royce Bride

---- Winter Flower

---- Three Headed Dragon

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---- Cregan ---- Euron ---- Jace ---- Harwin ---- Daemon ---- Alicent ---- Criston Ned

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---- His Princess

---- A strong Lioness

---- Brat Tamer

---- Taking his Wolf

---- His Hightower

---- Unknowingly trapped

---- Learning Curve

---- Running to him

---- Party Boy

Hades & Persephone AU

--- General Tag

--- The characters as Myths

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Costume Series

NSFW Quarters

Visual Inspiration

Face Claim -- Name Tag

#masterlist #to be updated

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pinkykats-place · 10 months

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GoT DILF(s) x reader insert fics

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Disclaimers!

Stories are NOT mine.

Some contain mature content.

Readers are mostly female.

Note: if you read any of these stories and enjoy them pls let the author know by rebloggung, liking or commenting on original post

Alliance

Ned Stark x second wife! Reader

Four Part Series

Surviving || Series Masterlist

{Ned Stark x Reader}

Summary: It was a classic romance. You were barren, his wife had passed, and you’d met through your father. It was a wonder the minstrels weren’t already singing songs about you.

The Secret Wife

Ned Stark x Fem!Reader Imagine

A Quiet Morning

Tywin Lannister x Female Reader

Summary: You enjoy a quiet morning with your Lord Husband

Under his mane

Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader

Series Masterlist

Imagine Tywin Lannister visiting your chambers to fulfill his son’s duty at his place (smut)

Baby Lion

Tywin Lannister x pregnant!wife!Reader

Tywin Lannister being possessive and having jealous sex would include:

Longing

Pairing: Tywin Lannister x reader

Request: good fluffy smut with Tywin Lannister… maybe him realizing that his feelings for the reader is more than just a political marriage

Warnings: political marriage/arranged marriage, older man x younger woman, soft smut, unprotected sex

Repeat of History

Tywin Lannister x wife!Reader

Summary: when you go into labour, Tywin worries for your safety, remembering the death of his first wife

Trouble

Tywin x Wife!Reader

Summary: Tywin takes a second wife for a purely political alliance, and ends up with far more than he expected.

Series: Tywin x Reader

Summary: Imagine finding out you are marry Tywin Lannister after the deaths of your brother and Mother, Robb and Catelyn Stark.

The Lady Lion

Tywin x Wife!Reader

Fluffy Fic

In Time, the Lion Loves

Tywin Lannister x fem!Reader

Blessed with youth

Tywin Lannister x Tyrell!Reader

https://www.tumblr.com/gotpineapple/186244280214/blessed-with-youth-tywin-lannister-x-tyrellreader?source=share

Betrothed to the Wrong Brother

Stannis Baratheon x Reader

Based on this request: reader is supposed to be set up with Robert, but while at Storms End falls for Stannis instead?

Confession

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

Summary: Stannis finally confesses his love for his wife

Belonging

Stannis Baratheon x Wife!Reader

Summary: Takes place around the time Robert was crowned, when Stannis and the Reader are married for less than a year. Robert’s drunkenness results in some jealousy and misunderstandings (and making up).

Steady

Stannis x Wife!Reader

Setting: just a year or two after Robert was crowned

An Injustice

Stannis Baratheon x reader

Summary: A lil one shot from a visiting Davos’s pov after Robert’s Rebellion. There’s more but I like the characterisation in this the best.

Stannis x Arryn!Reader

Jealous kiss for our one true king, stannis

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

headcanons on the relationship between Shireen Baratheon and stepmother!reader & on how the Baratheon household would change if the Reader was to marry Stannis

Headcanons for Stannis x Reader’s children

Playground (modern au)

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is sister to Sandor, and meets Stannis at a playground. The reader has a toddler daughter, but the father has passed away. Shireen and the daughter start playing together, so Stannis and the reader start talking too. Soon they plan a play date and the things escalate.

Imagine threatening to leave Roose and him letting it slip that he loves you (smut)

Roose being touch starved would include

A Northern Arrangement || Series

Roose Bolton x Reader

Imagine making a deal with Roose Bolton so he wont betray Robb and will actually warn Robb and everyone of the Frey’s impending betrayal.

Roose Bolton x Reader || Series

Roose being gentle with you:

Losing your virginity to Roose Bolton would include:

Imagine being in a pitch-black castle with Roose Bolton.

NSFW Alphabet with Roose Bolton

My Innocent Snowdrop

Oberyn Martell x Stark!Reader

Summary: The eldest Stark girl is forced to marry Oberyn Martell as a political alliance made by Cersei, but what she does not know is that the Prince of Dorne is a very loving man who easily falls in love with her and cherishes her deeply.

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laurellerual · 1 month

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in a modern scenario, do you think gendry and arya would’ve pinned as friends for a lot of time before becoming lovers (around late twenties-thirties)? or do you see them getting together while they’re still teenagers/early twenties?

It really depends on what kind of modern scenario you have in mind...

The first issue that comes to mind is the age gap. Although we are not certain if it's true, the gap declared by the books is five years. In my opinion this is an irrelevant gap from 20 years onwards, but for minors it is very relevant. It's also relevant because the character's culture influences what they find desirable. For example in a medieval-like world a mutual attraction between a teenage girl and a young man is not out of place, because the social norm is for girls to be of marriageable age once they have flowered and for boys to be of marriageable age once completed their apprenticeship and found a job that allows them to support a family.

But in the modern world this is not the case, most young men out there would not look at a teenage girl like a possible partner, because this is not socially accepted, if not even illegal. This is reflected in several modern au fanfictions for this ship, where Gendry is often shown as a friend of Jon and Robb, who considers Arya only like a little sister and then their relationship gradually changes over the years. I think this is one of the more “realistic” ways it could go, but I don't particularly like this scenario. I think it's out of character for Gendry to make friends with the rich kids, it work with Arya because she is the one to make the first step.

Another element to consider is classism. Nowadays it might be easier for Arya and Gendry to start a relationship, but I fear the Starks would try to hinder them if they wanted to make it more serious. The way I see it modern Ned and Cat wouldn't go so far as to arrange a marriage for her, but they would still expect her to marry someone from their social class. I can see them considering Gendry as a simple rebellious whim on Arya's part. Someone that they hope their daughter will get tired of sooner or later, or even suspecting him of gold digging.

Finally, another interesting factor to think about for a moder au could be the relationship between Gendry and Robert. Gendry is still an illegitimate child but nowadays it is a little more difficult to completely free yourself from basic parental responsibilities. Did Gendry's mother ask for a paternity test to make Robert recognize her son, or did she keep it a secret? Does Gendry receive maintenance? Is he entitled to a part of the inheritance of the rich Baratheon family? In that case, the dynamic with the Starks could change a lot.

Sorry, about this scenario I have more questions than answers. One of the reasons that makes it difficult for me to visualize modern Westeros is that often the fandom imagines it as a very US-like place. This is totally fair because Martin is american and a lot of his readers are too, but... I'm not, that's not my culture, I've never been there.

#arya stark #gendry #gendrya #arya x gendry #modern au #asoiaf fanfiction #ask laurel

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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 4 months

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Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Robb Stark stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

❆ Early Christmas￨Prt. II￨Prt. III [Modern! A.U.] ⧫ by letsasoiaftogether • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Robb Stark gets a surprise just a week before Christmas"

❆ Falling for You by imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[An employee of the palae, you find yourself] falling for the King in the North, quite literally."

❆ Last Christmas by imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul • 〔F〕 •

Summary: The reader returns to Winterfell after spending three years in King’s Landing and three years since the last Christmas spent with Robb.

❆ Down Hill by the-dendrophile-bookdragon • 〔F〕 •

❆ Holidays with the Starks [Modern! A.U.] by megsironthrone • 〔F〕 •

❆ Mistletoe￨Prt. II by blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms • 〔F᜶M〕 •

❆ New Year's Kiss [Modern!Royal! A.U.] by megsironthrone • 〔F〕 •

❆ Snowball Fight by imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul • 〔F〕 •

See Also: Navigation || Robb Stark Master Index

Authors: @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms || @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul || @letsasoiaftogether || @megsironthrone || @the-dendrophile-bookdragon ||

#Robb Stark x Reader #Robb Stark x Female Reader #Robb Stark x Y/N #Robb Stark x You #Richard Madden x Reader #Richard Madden x Female Reader #Richard Madden x Y/N #Richard Madden x You #Game of Thrones Fanfiction #Game of Thrones Fanfic #Richard Madden Fanfiction #Richard Madden Fanfic

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axelsagewrites · 4 months

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Robb Stark*Honey Cakes

Pairing: Robb x f! reader

Word count: 1830

Part Two to Cloak however can be read as a stand alone

Warnings: reader being jealous, secret relationship, but mostly just pure enemies to lovers’ fluff

Masterlist Here

At thirteen you despised Robb, more than anyone really, so why is it know you were sat down the table for him trying desperately not to stare at him? Your parents had originally tried to broker a marriage pact between you and the Stark however due to your mutual hatred of each other that plan fizzled and died. No one even knew you liked the boy. Well apart from Robb.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispered in your ear, his breath tingling the nape of your neck as he leaned down so no one else would hear as he walked out the room behind you.

Sansa glanced back, raising an eyebrow when she saw the warm flush on your face, but you managed to wave her off. Instead of letting him torture you any longer you grabbed her arms, “Shall we go see if the kitchen has any spare lemon cakes?” you asked, and Sansa quickly grinned in agreement.

You sat in the kitchen with Sansa for a good couple hours, laughing and gossiping about all the people at Winterfell. “Well apparently Alice, you know that Manderley girl. Well apparently, she has a crush on Robb,” Sansa said, gagging at her brother’s name.

Your eyes widened but you soon covered it up as Sansa grimaced about someone potentially liking her brother, “Who told you that?”

“Jane,” she said, picking at the crumbs left of the cakes you had both scoffed, “Apparently, she was hanging around the stables waiting for Robb so she could ask for help getting on her horse. Bit desperate if you ask me. It’s not like Robbs anything special,”

“Huh that’s so weird. It’s not like Robbs dumb enough to fall for that,” You did your best to act natural, but you could see Sansa’s eyes narrowing. “Well, you’d hope anyway,”

“Yeah,” Sansa said, her voice trailing off for a moment, “Then again according to some of the ugh boys,” she said, shuddering meaning you knew she was talking about Theon despite also knowing she had a major crush on him, “he’s had some…women at his room,”

“Oh?” this time you couldn’t not sit up straight.

“Yeah, but he wouldn’t tell anyone who. Theon thinks its some,” she paused to lean in and whisper, “whore,” she said, her eyes whipping around the room, “from the village,”

You sucked in your breath, trying hard not to either find Robb and kill him or cry, “He doesn’t seem like that kind of man,”

“That’s what Jon said but then who was in his room?”

“When was it?” you asked as if you wanted to break your own heart.

That was until Sansa said it, “Last Sunday,”

Fuck. Last Sunday after not being able to sleep and being too afraid of the nightmares to come you turned to Robb for some kind of comfort. Nothing happened but you did sleep in his chambers and then he helped you sneak back at first light. “How strange,” you muttered before trying to change the topic, but your mind still lingered on how good Robbs morning hair looked.

The cook eventually grew tired of your whispering and threw you both out the kitchen. Instead, you went to Sansa’s room to practise your needle point then eventually trudged back to your own room. When you entered your chamber, everything seemed normal. That was until you saw the honey cake sitting beside your bed with a note.

“I tried for lemon, but someone had eaten them all” – it read, making you laugh at the note. You sat on the bed, picking up the cake and smiling at the single wildflower he’d sat beside it.

The next morning you arrived at the dining hall before any of the stark children. Your parents were sat with the ned and cat at the head table, so you ended up plopping down in an empty seat and a near by table. ��Morning,” an unbelievably smooth voice grinned as Robb sat himself in the seat across you.

“Morning,” you said as you tried hard not to smile too largely back. “You’re almost as sweet as that honey,” you said, lowering your voice.

A faint blush covered his cheeks, “But not as sweet as you,” he said but as he opened his mouth to speak a gritty, irritating, annoying voice spoke up.

“Good morning, Robb,” came the sing song voice of Alice who you had never thought annoying until last night.

Robb barely glanced over his shoulder at her as she walked off, “Morning Alice,” he said as he turned his attention back to you. his eyebrows squinted at the now stoney look on your face, “What?”

“Nothing,”

“Cmon tell me,”

“It’s nothing,”

“Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me,” Robb rapidly repeating, grinning wider at each jab.

You sighed, “Fine. Its just,” you sighed again, “she has a crush on you,”

His face froze for a moment before he burst into absolute laughter, “Oh the gods,” he laughed, clutching at his stomach as both of your parents began to stare.

“Quit it!” you whispered, slapping at his head.

“You’re jealous,” Robb laughed, thankfully quieter, as he swatted your hand away, “Aw honey that’s adorable,”

“I’m not your honey,” you grumbled, “and I’m not jealous,”

“Am not,”

“Are too,”

“Am not!”

“Are too- “

“Youd think by now you two would grow up,” Sansa yawned as she sat beside you, and you were both forced to act like nothing happened.

Later that day, for no other reason you swear, you decided to go riding soon after you overheard Robb suggest the idea to Jon. Sansa was thankfully in lessons meaning you quickly changed and heading down to the stables.

“Robbie, could you help me- “Alice began to say as you walked in however, she hadn’t seen you.

Robb however did, “Oh hey!” he greeted, walking past Alice who now wore a deflated look, “Oh sorry Alice, Jon can you give her a hand?” Jon went to step forward, but Alice muttered something about her parents before turning and leaving. “Huh, weird,” Robb half grinned.

“You wanna come riding with us?” Jon asked you as he began to fix his own saddle.

You glanced at Robb before nodding, “Yeah sure lemme get my saddle ready first,”

“I’ll get it,” Robb said, moving to grab it before you could stop him.

Jon laughed and rolled his eyes as he finished his own horses’ reins, “So at what point are you two love birds gonna admit it,”

“Admit what- “

“Save it,” Jon rolled his eyes, “He stinks of your perfume, and you’ve accepted his help in the history of well ever,” he said as he flung his arm around your shoulder, “Aw sister,” he teased as he ruffled your hair.

“Fuck off,” you grumbled as you escaped his grip and tried to fix your hair.

However, Robb walked past and laughed, “Adorable,” he grinned as he kissed the top of your head before fixing your horse. It was actually nice to be able to be open about not hating Robb as you three went around the gods’ woods. However, after a very pointed look from Robb and a lot of teasing from Jon he finally decided to throw Robb a bone and go back himself.

“Are we ever gonna tell anyone we don’t hate each other anymore?” Robb asked, ruining the perfectly good conversation about how gorgeous he thought you looked today.

You grinned at him, “Who said I don’t hate you anymore?”

“The feelings mutual,” he laughed as you finally returned to the stables. “I’m just saying would it be so bad,” he asked as he jumped off his horse, quickly moving to help you down. You swung your leg around, so you were sat sideways on the horse. Robb moved to grab your hips, lifting you down. Your arms went to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“I don’t know. I mean maybe…” you started to say but trailed off as your feet hit the ground, but Robb didn’t step back. His warm breath fanned your face, tickling your cheeks. His hands moved slowly to the small of your back, pulling you in closer till you were flush against him. His lips were only a fraction away and it only took a couple seconds till you felt them brush against yours. you couldn’t wait anymore as you pushed up, closing the final gap.

Sure, you had been flirting all week, but this was your first kiss with him, and you melted into it. if his hands were not on your back you may have collapsed. Just as your hands went into his hair, which was unbelievably soft, you heard a gasp.

You pulled back to see Sansa standing in the stable doorway. “You’re the whore?!” she asked, shocked before her cheeks flushed red, “I don’t mean- “

“Sansa!” Robb half bellowed, turning round ready to tear his sister a new one when you grabbed his arm.

His head span round to face you and you mentally made a note to remember how good he looked with his jaw tensed, “Theres’s back story, I’ll explain later,” you said before turning to Sansa, “It’s not what you think,”

“You were kissing my brother!”

You sighed, “Okay it’s kind of what you think,” you said as you walked closer, “but not as bad as you think,”

“Oh?” she paused before her eyes widened, “Oh! Ew!” she grimaced. “That’s so weird. I thought you hated him,”

“I did but,” you paused, looking at Robb who smile down at you. you reached for his hand which he gladly accepted, squeezing yours lightly, “it’s different now,”

Sansa gagged before turning to Robb, “if you hurt her. I will kill you,”

“Aren’t you supposed to say that to her? you’re my sister,” Robb said incredibly.

Sansa paused for a moment before realisation dawned on her, “Oh you’re going to be my sister one day!” she began to celebrate. You laughed at her as she jumped into your arms but made no effort to stop her, “Do our parents know?”

“Not yet,” you said as you pulled back from her grip. “Let us tell them know,”

Robb nodded as he pulled you over to his side, draping an arm around your shoulder, “Yeah. I get to brag about her first, not you,”

“No fair,” Sansa pouted but Robb ignored her as he looked down at you with a dopey smile.

“Can’t wait to tell everyone you’re mine,” he said softly, leaning back down for another kiss which you gladly accepted.

“Oh, gods I can’t,” Sansa shivered as she quickly left however you just laughed before turning back to Robb.

Your arms found their way back to his shoulders as his found the small of your back, “Now where were we?” you asked.

Robb smiled, leaning down slowly, “Somewhere around here,” he whispered before his lips fell back onto yours. how could you hate him now?

Taglist: @clairacassidy @nyotamalfoy @valeskafics @asgards-princess-of-mischief

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alannybunnue · 1 year

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Ok, A Song of Ice and Fire Stories

Welcome! So you want to see my stories on the rollercoaster that is a Song of Ice and Fire.

Well, serve yourself, we got a lot going on here...

Imagines

The Targaryens as Yanderes Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

-> Asks:

Curse between Generations

Age gap between Borros and Viserys!Reader

Maegor and his only daughter

The last names of Pre-Dod!Reader and her daughter

Aemond and Dod!Reader

Is Dod!Reader heir to Harrenhal?

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If Daemon and Rhaenyra had a bastard child

Keep it Short

Immortal!Reader being the reason why everything started Part 2 Last Part

Joking Around

Modern!Reader stuck with the Yan!Targaryens Part 2

You Asked for This

Yan!Aegon I and Maegor I as your lovers/husbands.

Yan!Aegon, Aemond, Daemon and Jacaerys with a Stark!Reader

Daemon Blackfyre in his Red Wedding

We made History

Dance of the Dragons 0.5 ✔

Aegon with a Septa!Reader ✔

Bloodraven VS Bittersteel for Bracken!Reader ´

Queen!Reader with Aenys Targaryen ´

Criston Cole x Lady Dondarrion ´

Yan!Robb Stark VS Mother!Cersei Lannister ´

Baelor the Blessed with a Stark and a Greyjoy ´

Baelor Breakspear x Reader VS Daemon Blackfyre ´

Stannis Baratheon with a Tyrell!Reader ´

Baelon Targaryen with a Stark!Reader ´

Larys Strong with his brother's wife ´

Duncan the Tall VS Aerion Brightflame ´

Yan!Roose Bolton x Reader + PlatonicYan!Ramsay ´

Westeros x Demigod!Reader ´

My personal face claims for the readers Part 2

Well, that is all for today, if you got something on your mind, don't be afraid of requesting it :3

#fireandblood #a song of ice and feels #house of the dragon #yandere #ask box #the targaryens #hotd yandere

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Ned Stark to Cersei: “Your children are not Baratheons, they hab golden hair instead of the dark. Tell me, my Queen, did something happened between you and your brother Jaime. Because I’ll tell Robert about it.

Modern Reader appears right behind Cersei: “Lord Eddart Stark, I also realised that your children Sansa, Robb and Bran have ginger hair and not the dark hair like it supposed to. Starks have dark hair and Tully have ginger hair. Tell us, Lord Stark, did something happened between Lady Catelyn and her brother Edmure Tully? Are Sansa, Robb and Bran bastards?

Ned Stark:……

Modern Reader: “Do you realise that what you said was idiotic and insulting? I never thought that an HONORABLE man like you could say that.

Ned Stark starting to feel uncomfortable and he explains that all Baratheon children have dark hair. Meanwhile Modern Reader explains that the children have features of both of their parents, also Reader brings up children from House Baratheon that didn’t have dark hair, the reason why no one knows about it is because the children were daughters of the family. Modern Reader explains that Cersei had first child with dark hair, who unfortunately didn’t make it.

While Modern Reader explains Ned Stark about the facts and the genetics works and all. Yandere platonic Cersei is very thankful for Modern Reader for saving her and her children.

I’m not sure whether the first child survives or not, but I think Ned Stark with Jon Arryn wouldn’t have suspected anything, because the first child has Baratheon features and other children (Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen) just resemble their mother and that’s it. Also I think Modern Reader would know the truth, but won’t say it in order to protect her family. I guess after that explanation Ned Stark would probably live and he won’t die.

What do you think about it? I’d like to hear your thoughts. Imagine Ned’s reaction and probably Jaime’s

Ned notices reader, who is the protective mother chicken for Cersei who comes upon him.

Ned : 😳

Reader : 😡

This moment is sure to live. But reader will never let anyone insult his brothers. 😅🤣😂 I would like to see the shape of Ned's face. He had never imagined that his own family would be accused of incest and treason. I think Cersei and Robert's firstborn will survive. Thanks to the information that the reader knows, the baby is saved. Moreover, we know that Cersenin had Robert's baby aborted at least once. I think the reader will not allow it. So Cersei and Robert will have two children. Jaime collapses from laughter when he hears it. He laughs so much that he can't hold back his tears. Ned's face grows old as he can't see the forensic shape. Ned is shocked by what he hears. The questions directed against his family cause him to get angry. I think he understands that he shouldn't be buzzing anymore. The Crown Prince has the full Baratheon look anyway. Most likely, Ned won't die and there won't be any wars.

#yandare game of thrones #yandere cersei lannister x reader #yandere jaime lannister x reader #ned stark x reader #eddard stark x reader #house lannister

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randomleafoflove · 2 years

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God damn, studying after a decade of depression is really feeding my imagination.

Here we have a Modern college AU (which I hate), in which Shen Jiu and Luo Bingge were switched at birth, so the Bingge grew up as Shen Yuan’s very overprotective brother, and Shen Jiu as Luo Bingmei’s very acerbic and argumentative brother.

This prolog is from Shang Qinghua’s POV, and I doubt I’ll ever write more of this.

Another new student processed, another folder filed.

God, why couldn’t the student offices digitize already!

Shang Hua was on the brink of despair, and wondered if it was worth keeping this job. He could make more money writing porn! And it would be less stressful!

But no, it was just another year until he graduated, and could find a cubby hole of his own in the corporate hell, doing accounting and wait for the inevitable program that could do the job better and faster than any human. If he was smart, he could have some savings by then, and then be able to write to his heart’s content.

“- fucking psychology?! You’ll fit in with every other neurotic narcissist in you classes-“

Shang Hua heaved a deep sigh and plastered on his customer-service smile as he looked up. And up. The two freshmen were tall, though the curly haired one was even taller than his companion. Non-curly was sneering at his companion, his long, oval face would have been lovely if he’d had any other expression. Curly, on the other hand, was in the middle of an angry rant, and he too, was unfairly attractive, if much more Shang Hua’s type with big muscles and well-defined jaw.

“Oh? Then you’ll fit in with the budding criminals in business courses,” non-curly snapped back, before turning to Shang Hua. “I’m Su Jiuhe, I need my room key and student ID.”

“Su Binghe, same.”

Brothers, huh? One couldn’t tell at all, thought Shang Hua as he fetched the correctly labeled folders. “I’ll need to see some ID before giving these to you,” he told the frostily silent brothers and was presented with two brand spanking new driver’s licenses. “Thank you. Now, if you could fill in the paperwork and sign at the end, you’ll be all done. There are some chairs over there if you want.”

Curly, Su Binghe, headed for the chairs, while non-curly, Su Jiuhe, stayed at the counter. Shang Hua wanted to reach for his phone for something to do, but he could feel Su Jiuhe judging him and his faded graphic t-shirt, so he just sat there in his swirly chair, leg bouncing.

The brothers filled their paperwork in silence, and listened as Shang Hua gave a quick reminder on how the electric student ID could be used. As they left, they started their fight up again, before even exiting the lobby.

‘*’*’*’*’*’*’*’

A few days later, the pair walked back in.

Except… curly’s hair was a little longer, more of a Jon Snow look than the Robb Stark from before. And non-culry was smiling and thanked curly as he held a door open.

“- wait for the classes! I wonder how many courses I can take? So many things affect literature, history, psychology, gender of both reader and writer!”

“Don’t forget politics and even laws,” curly said, smiling as he followed.

“Point. The list of banned books is always fascinating!”

“Hello! I’m Shen Bing, this is my brother Shen Yuan,” the Su Binghe doppelgänger said with a sunny smile. “Can we have our dorm keys and student IDs, please!”

Numbly Shang Hua got the requested files. He wasn’t paid enough for this. Someone somewhere managed a baby switch with two sets of twins, and now they were all four at Tsinghua University. If this was real life, no one, absolutely no one, could call his stories unrealistic.

But now he was also… kind of intrigued. What would happen now? Would the twins ever meet? Was there going to be some kind of Parent-trap-esq identity shenanigans in the future?

His porn writing imagination took flight. What if one pair of curly and non-curly met and started dating? It wouldn’t be incest, but still tickle that same thirst, fucking someone identical to the person one grew up with as brothers.

His mind filled with dirty possibilities, Shang Hua rummaged through his bag as the Shen brothers did their paperwork, and finally pulled out one of his banged up notebooks. No way in hell was he writing porn on the student office reception computer, that was asking for trouble.

#scum villain #svsss #fanfic #shang qinghua #luo binghe #luo bingge #luo bingmei #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #shen yuan #modern au #college au #switched at birth #shen twins #luo twins

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crownedtargaryen · 1 year

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might i request some modern bran where he's been in love with his best friend the past few years but hasn't said anything because he doesn't want to make things weird in their friend group with meer and jojen? 👀with these staying the staying the night prompts mayhaps?

❝ i know this might sound weird but, do you wanna stay over? i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but. i think it’d be nice. ❞

and

❝ chivalry is overrated, get in my bed. ❞

fruits. - modern!bran, modern!jojen

MASTERLIST pairing: modern!bran & modern!jojen x reader (a/n): i appreciate this request so much thea 🥹🥹 you know how much i love bran 🤍🤍 REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! also he isn’t in a wheelchair in this cause i just think it’d be easier to write a sexual scene where he’s dominant if he can walk CW: jealousy, p in v sex, unprotected sex, jojen is on the phone, slight food play?, degradation mixed with praise (words like slut, whore, all that jazz are kinda used), possessiveness, bran takes some pictures and videos of you while having sex all notes are appreciated. words: 3k tag list: @fairysluna @twizzy123 @hopelesswritergall @howyouloveyourdragon @clairacassidy @ad-astra-again

Years slip from Bran's fingertips, his love for me growing daily.

We'd met when we were around nine, being insufferable ever since. Bran followed me like a hopeless puppy, chasing me as I slipped from his fingertips. I always found someone new and would come to him crying, heartbroken that yet another disgusting person had shattered that loving heart of mine. He held me for years, always being there when I needed him the most. He did struggle with showing his affection toward me, coming off as merely friendly and caring to me, never showing any signs of feelings. I grew hyper-aware of my blossoming affection for Brandon Stark when I reached sixteen but stayed silent due to his stiffness when I brought up romantics. I'd always assumed he was in love with Meer since after she and her brother Jojen had joined your group, he seemed weirdly tense and much quieter than previously. I never wished to press, but some underlying jealousy burrowed within me. Or perhaps, he loved Jojen? It was definitely on the table with how he looked at the boy, and Jojen grinned awkwardly in return.

I'm affectionate, always hugging Jojen and Meer as they flush and laugh, returning the affection. However, Bran seemed uncomfortable with my love since they joined, significantly pushing himself away from my touch since his voice had dropped. It may be a puberty thing; I was still determining. That was until this particular night when I realized I had misread his signals drastically. That he, in fact, craved my affections, but not in a way I so thought.

We walked to Bran's car since he was my ride; Jojen had been riding with Meer since she got her license. I could tell Bran was extra tense today, his breathing staggered, and his cheeks grew pink as he clenched the right strap of his bag. We say nothing, getting inside the vehicle as I toss my bag into the back seat and look over to him, watching as he clumsily shoves the key into the hole and turns it, his left hand stroking over the wheel slowly and then clenching it. The way his calloused fingers traced the material of the wheel, so tender as he then gripped it as his thumb rubbed over it, seemingly soothing it as if it was a person.

That stirred something inside me, more than I wished to admit.

I was brought out of my trance as Bran spoke, looking at me nervously. "Look, I know this might sound weird," he starts, inhaling shakily and avoiding eye contact. "Do you maybe wanna stay over? I guess 'sleepover' sounds childish, but. It'd be nice." In all our years, he's never invited me to sleep at his house, and my parents are always surprised when I come home. They seemed to be waiting for the day I just stayed the night with Bran, given we've known each other for ages, and they trusted him not to do anything inappropriate. Boy, were they wrong. He starts awkwardly apologizing and insisting if I feel uncomfortable, I don't have to come over, but I merely laugh. He stops talking, cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Hey, hey! Breathe," I laugh, raising a brow. "I'm gonna stay the night. Let me text my parents." The tension in the car eases as he drives off to his house, seeming quite ambitious and unreasonably excited about this.

The drive is long and drawn out, the silence in the car prominent. I look at him out of the corner of my eye ad see a bit of sweat rolling down his brow, noting his shuffling as he purses his lips. He pushes up his glasses with the back of his hand, noticing me staring and smiling sweetly at me in return to my gaze. I glance at his phone, and he catches the hint.

"Oh, right. Music," he laughs, stopping at a red light and quickly putting on a tune. Bran was a huge Hozier and Weezer fan, which was weirdly fitting. His voice fits so well with Hozier, but Weezer fits his personality. We'd gotten into countless arguments over if you could consider Weezer music, and he's turned me to his side every time. Though, to each their own. I hear the soft tune, relieved he decided to put on Hozier instead of the latter, Bran murmuring the words as he turns up the radio and continues to drive.

That's when I notice the song playing- Someone New by Hozier- a brow raising. He pats the drum beat on his wheel, nodding to the words and singing quietly. I take in every word, knowing Bran focused on lyrics rather than the rhythm and pacing of his music. This song had to be directed to Meer. I'll need to ask him sometime tonight about his feelings toward her.

We'd pulled up to his house, all his siblings and cousin out, besides Robb, who was home sick then. We walked in and immediately were met with Robb Stark walking out of the kitchen, shirtless with shorts on and a bowl of cereal in his calloused hands. I look up at his face, trying to avoid staring at his chest, lined with faint scars and a tuft of chest hair, his happy trail visible right above the waist of his pants. His eyes scanned me, then Bran. I watch his hand run through his beautiful curls, then scratch his facial hair with a slight smirk.

"Brought your girlfriend?" Robb coos, making my cheeks burn. When I look at Bran, I see a faint warning glare across his eyes. My eyes trail down, widening slightly at the strain between his legs on his pants. I quickly avert my gaze. No fucking way; he was hard as all hell right now. "Don't have too much fun." Robb's remark makes Bran audibly grumble, leaving me mildly offended. What was that for? Did he not find me appealing? I look back to his brother, who is now lazed on the couch and turning on the TV, eyes lidded as he watches and munches on his cereal without worrying about the world around him.

Trying to brush over the remark, I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing some strawberries and grapes.

Before I could ask if he wanted anything, Bran grabbed my hand and tugged me to his room, slamming the door and sighing loud, running his hands down his face. "I'm sorry about him; you know how he is," Bran grumbles, making me chuckle as I sit on his bed. "Did he make you uncomfortable?" I notice the worry crossing his face, a sincere smile coming to my lips.

"Nah, not at all. Didn't know I was your girlfriend though, coulda been consoled on that," I tease, watching as Bran rolls his eyes and sits next to me, lying back as he looks at the ceiling.

Hours pass of idle chitchat and playing some board and video games together, but then it comes to a game of truth or dare.

"I dare you," I drag out, smiling at him as I lean in. "To kiss me." Bran's cheeks flush as he swallows hard, glances at my lips, and then back into my eyes. "Don't worry; it can be just a peck."

His kiss catches me off guard, his lips suddenly on mine without warning. It's deeper than I thought it'd be, his hand cupping my cheek as he presses his chest to mine for a moment. As he pulls away, I feel dizzy and breathless.

"Truth or dare," he whispers, lips hovering over mine. I take my lower lip between my teeth, slowly pulling from him and examining his features. "Truth." Bran liked my response, wetting his lips with flushed cheeks.

"You like anyone?" He asks as his brows knitted anxiously. I see a sense of hope in his eyes, making my heart ache.

"Of course I do," I play it cool, laughing weakly and pretending to lack understanding. "Truth or dare?"

"Hit me with a truth," he smiles. I can tell he's happy by my response.

"Do you like Meer?" I blurt out without a second thought, a question I've held in for years. Surprise corrupts his previously playful expression.

"What? Why would I like Meer?" Bran asks, making me feel humiliated at such a question.

"I don't know, you just are constantly with her and always being weirdly flirty. I sometimes feel pushed aside, you know?" I murmur, fiddling with my hands and avoiding looking at him.

I hear him chuckle as he moves his hand to my cheek, palms soft as he makes me look at him. "I thought you liked Jojen; why are you acting all jealous over the possibility of me liking Meer?" he murmurs as I widen my eyes.

"Jojen?! Heck no! I've been in love with you, you idiot!" I rush out the words, realizing what I'd just admitted. My breath hitches; time feels as if it's frozen. Holy shit, I just ruined my friendship; he hates me; this is it.

My thoughts stop when his lips are on mine like before. I whine into his loving action, moving my hands to his hair and inhaling shakily against his lips, his tongue brushing my bottom lip. Our tongues dance in a forbidden tango, saliva mixing as he pulls away much sooner than I wished.

"Let me lock the door," he pants out, pecking my lips as he scrambles. My eyes trail to the fruit resting on the bedside table as I reach over and eat a grape, the juice spurting out and down my chin. I laugh, going to wipe it off but hearing Bran's stern voice. "No, no. Stay still." his tone is calm as he trails over to me, grabbing my chin and licking the juice trailing down my neck. The lick lines my neck, up my chin, and to my lips, where he feverishly kisses me. I stand closer to him, trailing my hands up his shirt and gently clawing at his back as he picks me up and lets me hook my legs around his waist.

"I'm gonna love you right, sweetheart," he murmurs into the kiss, biting my bottom lip tauntingly. "You're fuckin' beautiful." I laugh softly, moving from his lips and raising a brow.

"Well aren't you chivalrous?" I tease, watching as he rolls his eyes and huffs.

"Chivalry is overrated; you're getting in my bed," he demands, tossing me onto the mattress and tugging my shirt over my head, taking in the sight of my upper body as his strained cock twitches in his pants. "Holy hell." slowly, he reaches beneath me, unclasps my bra, slips it away from my torso, and watches as it falls in front of the bedside table. Bran's eyes trail to the fruits with a mischievous grin, looking at me with a pleading gaze. "Can I try something?"

"Just be gentle," I plea, watching as he stalks over to the bedside, slipping off his shirt and tossing it down next to my discarded bra. He grabs strawberries and grapes, setting them next to my torso as he slips off my pants and underwear, pausing momentarily to take in the sight of my glistening cunt, dripping with slickness. He nearly audibly gulps, whimpering quietly as his hand strokes up my thigh and to my cunny, rolling his thumb in circles on my neglected bud. I writhe, closing my eyes and whining his name under my breath. My hips desperately follow his touch, thighs trembling lightly as he moves his other hand to the cut strawberries and traces it down my torso with a slight squeeze. The juice traces my left nipple to my right, down my stomach, and then to my aching lower lips. He pops the fruit into his mouth, eating it as he moves down and licks over my sensitive chest, taking in the taste of my sweet citrusy body wash with the tangy strawberry juice. His licks trail from one nipple to the next, massaging each breast when moving between them as he grinds his clothed cock between my legs, making me shiver in delight yet mild frustration. His licks then move down my stomach and to my cunt where I inhale sharply as he trails his tongue between my soaked folds and to my bud, wrapping his lips over it with a soft whimper as he slips off his pants and abuses the clit with his mouth, tongue wandering slightly to my entrance before moving back up, his fingers prodding my hole. The moment he pushes them in, filling me with his middle and ring finger, I hear my phone buzzing. Lazily, I grab it from my side and look at the person in question, showing Bran, who is looking up between my legs, still tending to my lower piece.

Jojen.

"Answer it," Bran demands, seeing my confusion. "Now." He waits until I accept the call before he pushes his fingers in and out vigorously and multiplies the abuse on my cunt, making me moan loudly into the phone, interrupting Jojen's hello.

"Everything okay?" Jojen asks after a moment of silence. I can't stop panting, trying to swallow it down as Bran smiles against my pussy, continuing his tentative actions to my now-swollen clit. "Hey, you hear me?" his voice is now contorted to worry.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm great," I pant out, closing my eyes and whimpering into the phone, hips bucking into Bran's mouth. Jojen goes silent again as I hear a faint rustling from the other side of the phone, then a closing of what I can only assume is his bedroom door. "Gods, I'm sorry… What do you need?" I stifle a moan as Bran's fingers touch a spongy spot inside me, making me gasp shakily and bite my tongue.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jojen asks once more, ignoring my question. I hear shuffling again, the clinking of a belt. I look to Bran, who pops off my clit for a moment. Perhaps Jojen is just changing, right? "You keep making noises."

"Tell him. Tell him who's making you feel this good," he whispers, licking a stripe along my folds and under my clit, then wrapping his lips around the bud.

"I- Uh… You called during Bran's treat," I whine out, hearing Jojen let in a shaky inhale. Bran urges me to put it on speaker, which I gladly do.

"Should I hang up?" He says after a drawn-out silence, his voice weaker. Bran shakes his head, urging me to tease him.

"No, no… Stay. Your voice is driving me crazy, Jojie." I whine out, Bran's gaze becoming possessive and fiery as he pops off my lower piece and slips off his boxers, grinding his cock to my damp cunt. I hear Jojen draw in a long groan, making my insides ache. Fucking pervert, I love it.

"Gods… You sound so sweet, angel." Jojen pants out, a bit of a wetter noise coming from the other line. I grin, biting my lip and inhaling sharply as Bran sheathes himself inside my velvety entrance, making my hips jerk, and my eyes roll back with a pained moan. "I wish I was there, fuck." I'd never heard Jojen swear. I'd be lying if I said it hadn't turned me on even more. I watch as Bran holds himself back from pushing inside, grabbing his phone and fumbling for the camera, angling the photo to capture his cock buried inside me. I hear a faint vibration from Jojen's side, making me flush in embarrassment. Though I can't dwell on such a feeling for long as Bran thrusts his hips and dives deep into that spongy spot, he took advantage of earlier, making me see stars and cry out his name.

Jojen's breathing grows incredibly labored on the other side with pitiful moans and pleas for more, which Bran provides tenfold with videos.

"Such a good girl, baby. My fucking whore." he murmurs, moving down and kissing along my neck, pounding deep into my soaking insides that clamp around his piece. "You're. Mine." he glances at the phone and then into my eyes possessively, making me whimper and nod. I soft moan Jojen's name hearing him inhale sharply and whimper out my name in return. Bran's phone dings and I watch as he opens a video from Jojen.

The video is only a minute, with Jojen stroking his long and weeping uncut cock as his hips stutter and push into his hand. Oh, what I'd give to have that stuffed in me too. Bran and Jojen were both quite large. It's always the lengthy men.

Bran notices my star-struck expression and tosses his phone away, grabbing my chin and making me look at him as I whimper. "Such a filthy girl, thinking about Jojen's cock stuffing that pretty mouth of yours," he coos, smiling down at me. I feel my peak inching closer, his hips slamming into mine as he pants and grows dazed, seemingly obsessed with this feeling as he slows his thrusts and draws his cock in and out, embracing the way I pulse around him and cry out, begging him to move faster. Jojen immediately goes to FaceTime; his camera set him to where I can see his cock leaking with pre. I eye the sight, helpless and whining. Bran helps me set up the camera, then pins me down by the wrists and pounds me into oblivion, hips shaking and thighs trembling as we both near our climax.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna-" he can't finish his sentence, letting out the most pitiful and bottoming-out moan I've ever heard, burying his face in my neck as I reach my peak, watching Jojen stroke vigorously to his own, shooting a long string of cum onto his neck and chest. We ride out this high together, stopping around the same time as Bran pants and grinds his hips, nuzzling his nose into my neck.

"Don't get comfy yet; we're done when Jojen gets to drain his cock inside this filthy cunt too."

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Game of Thrones / House of the Dragon Masterlist.

In an attempt to organize the blog and keep everything in order, masterlists are being made to join together into a masterlist of masterlists to make it easier for those on mobile. Thanks for being patient!

Any smut will be tagged with ⭐

Robb Stark

Oneshots

Just Got Home

Drunk on Shadows

Imagines

Imagine scaring Robb Stark with your own White Walker mask.

Imagine modern day Robb Stark taking you to the movies to see a horror film, reluctantly.

Imagine surprising Robb Stark with your strong sense of strategy.

Jon Snow

Oneshots

Holy Rivers ⭐

Bare My Soul

The City is Far From Here

Imagines

Imagine Jon Snow sending Ghost to your farm, just so he can come see you.

Imagine Jon Snow being falsely told that you’re dead.

Imagine Sansa Stark and Jon Snow staying up with you after a nightmare.

Imagine trying to be happy with Jon before the world ends.

Imagine Jon Snow being scared for your safety.

Imagine Jon Snow is trying to set up a camp for the two of you in the cold.

Arya Stark

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being Arya’s twin brother, and losing an eye during the Long Night.

Imagine growing up with Arya always spying on you to make sure you’re alright.

Imagine taking Arya Stark under your wing.

Imagine being one of the sole people that Arya Stark trusts.

Imagine Arya Stark going after someone who had threatened you.

Sansa Stark

Oneshots

Seeing Stars

Imagines

Imagine Sansa Stark and Jon Snow staying up with you after a nightmare.

Imagine impulsively hugging Sansa despite people watching.

Imagine bringing Sansa Stark on a sea voyage with you.

Imagine having an intimate moment with Sansa Stark and knowing it could never happen again.

Imagine getting drunk with Sansa.

Imaging sewing with Sansa Stark to help keep her busy.

Ned Stark

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being a Lannister and making a game of trying to make Ned Stark blush.

Jaime Lannister

Oneshots

The Ask and the Answer ⭐

Imagines

Imagine having a secret child with Jaime Lannister.

Imagine walking into a pub and seeing a drunk Jaime Lannister.

Imagine Jaime Lannister seeing a portrait of you and thinking you’re the most beautiful woman in the nine realms.

Imagine being imprisoned with Jaime Lannister.

Imagine trying to figure out whether or not to spare Jaime Lannister and him telling you that he is in your debt.

Tyrion Lannister

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Tyrion Lannister coming to realize that your wit may be better than his.

Imagine the first time you tell Tyrion you love him.

Imagine having a drink with Tyrion Lannister.

Imagine going to Tyrion for aid in defeating someone who had hurt you.

Imagine being Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand’s paramour, and flirting with Tyrion Lannister.

Imagine being in an arranged marriage to Tyrion but you convince him that you truly love him & cuddling.

Joffrey Baratheon

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Joffrey having to get used to you having pets, but putting up with it because he loves you.

Imagine being one of the few women who knows how to handle a crossbow, and showing Joffrey how it works.

Daenerys Targaryen

Oneshots

The Face of God

Imagines

Imagine Daenerys coming home to you.

Imagine killing an enemy for Daenerys to try to earn her favor.

Imagine being betrothed to Viserys Targaryen, but you spend more time with Daenerys making fun of him.

Imagine Daenerys Targaryen introducing you to her dragons.

Jorah Mormont

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being Jorah’s first love, and him finding you at Littlefinger’s Brothel.

Imagine Jorah Mormont keeping you warm in Winterfell.

Imagine Jorah seeing the results of teaching you how to fight.

Khal Drogo

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being a merchant’s son who seduces a passing Dothraki, not realising until your father catches you in bed together that it’s Khal Drogo.

Imagine being the wife of a rival Khal, but Drogo claims you as his.

Imagine being a male dancer at a Dothraki Celebration and Khal Drogo seducing you into his bed.

Imagine being worried about Khal Drogo while he’s out on a hunt.

Ramsay Bolton

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being the one to serve Ramsay Bolton his dinner.

Imagine spending a weekend with Ramsay Bolton.

Roose Bolton

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being in a pitch black castle with Roose Bolton.

Imagine Roose Bolton being unable to take his eyes off of you.

Tormund Giantsbane

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being a lone wildling, and Tormund coming across your camp.

Gendry Waters

Oneshots

Imagines

Beric Dondarrion

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Beric knowing that he’s on his last life, and wants to spend it with you.

Imagine being one of the reasons why eternity is worth living through for Beric Dondarrion.

Sandor Clegane

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Sandor bursting into your room while you are undressing.

Ser Davos

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine joining Ser Davos on his small quests to help people.

Imagine finding a rare flower in the wilderness and gifting it to Ser Davos.

Imagine helping to stitch Ser Davos after the war, and him trying to find you to repay you.

Tywin Lannister

Oneshots

Crimson and Gold

Imagines

Imagine Tywin Lannister finding solace in your garden.

Imagine Tywin Lannister being impressed by your fighting gift, and making you his personal bodyguard.

Podrick Payne

Oneshots

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

Imagines

Imagine being a Baratheon princess, and falling hard for Podrick.

Imagine being a bit of a rulebreaker, and Podrick finding you fascinating.

Imagine Podrick Payne coming clean about lying to you.

Brienne of Tarth

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Brienne of Tarth seeing your potential and wanting to assist you in achieving it.

Sam Tarly

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Samwell Tarly sneaking you into the library to read to your hearts content.

Imagine being a refugee from King’s Landing, and Samwell letting you stay in his home.

Theon Greyjoy

Oneshots

Imagines

Oberyn Martell

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Oberyn being proud of how you follow his every order.

Imagine Oberyn admitting to you that he’s going to fight The Mountain.

Imagine Oberyn loving it when you’re dominant.

Yara Greyjoy

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Yara Greyjoy breaking you out of the dungeons when she goes to save her brother.

Imagine hating your home so Yara takes you away.

Imagine telling horror tales with Yara Greyjoy.

Bronn

Oneshots

Imagines

Daario Naharis

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine constantly making fun of Daario for his sexual prowess.

Rhaenys Targaryen

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being a Hightower, and being romantically involved with both Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen.

Corlys Velaryon

Oneshos

Imagines

Imagine being a Hightower, and being romantically involved with both Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen.

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