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Toxic ~ Nate Jacobs

He bullied the shit out of you for being gay

Not regular bullying, but like psychological shit

Nate would make small comments about you to a crowd of people, making you uncomfortable for the rest of the night

Or when the two of you were left alone in a room he would call you a f@g when you try to make conversation

However late at night, your phone would be buzzing with notifications from him snapping you

But you were popular, so he couldn't harass you too much - especially once you became friends with maddy

You were a regular at parties, so he'd see you there

Every time nate got drunk, he'd catch his eyes on you more than he'd like

On your body, warm from the heat of everyone dancing and the alcohol in your system

It didn't help that like everyone else, you dressed like a model everytime you left the house - but at parties that was tenfold

You wore virtually no clothes, pretty much forcing Nate's eyes to glue to your thighs, your waist, your ass as it peaked out from your shorts

He also liked how you kept your body hairless, just like Maddy

He would be repulsed if you didn't, so when you raise your arms as you dance, he notices your freshly shaved arms and armpits

After Maddy and Nate were finally broken up, more parties happened

And even though girls tried and succeded to get with Nate, he didn't care for them

They were hookups to him, he noticed them once they put themselves out in front of him

But you

Nate noticed you the second you walked into any party

Maybe it was because when you walked in, people rushed to you to say hi and kiss and hug

But he couldn't deny that when he arrived at any party, part of him was scanning the room for you

Nate fucking hated it

He couldn't even admit it to himself that he piqued an interest in you

He reminded himself that he wasn't gay, he wasn't a f@g he would say to himself

Nate was tipsy and couldn't take his eyes off of you

He would try to find things he hated about you, but he just thought of how hot you looked as you danced with your friends, guys all up on you after they've had a couple of drinks

He noticed you were heading to the bathroom, so after taking a quick shot of whatever he could find, he followed you

Once you got into the bathroom of whoever was hosting that night, Nate forced his way in and locked the door behind him

"What the fuck Nate!?" You shout, scared by the current situation

"Shut up.." Nate mumbles as he gets closer to you

His rough hand cups tour cheek

You look up at the muscular Jock, his eyes hazy looking into yours

Nate focused on your lips, then your eyes, then you lips again

His hand was warm on your cheek

He gave in finally and kissed you

It felt warm, definitely wet and definitely very passionate

Like Nate had been waiting a while to do this

A moan slipped out of your mouth into his as the two of you made out

Nates other hand snaking around your waist

You can feel his muscles against your body as Nate moans into your mouth, his hand on your cheek feeling hot

Nates tongue toyed with yours as you closed your eyes, his fingers tracing circles on your skin

You felt his hard-on poke you, Nate groaning into your mouth as he pushes his dick against yours

He picks you up, Nates strong, huge arms holding you up from under your thighs, your arms around his neck as the two of you keep making-out

The sound of lips crashing against one another and muffled moans echo inside the bathroom

Nate grinds his hard dick up against your ass

You feel lightheaded and hot, breaking the kiss and gasping for air, resting your forehead on Nates built shoulder

"Hey... Help me out here, (y/n)" Nate whispers breathlessly into your ear, making a point of grinding up against you

"Oh yeah? And how should I do that?" You reply, just as breathlessly

More kissing takes place as Nate let's you down from his arms

His hot tongue dancing around yours, Nates rough, big hands rubbing all over your body

You get on your knees and Nate leans against the sink counter, his body looking godly as you look up at Nate with hooded eyes

He was big, you could feel it through his loose shorts

You remember little from that night, but you definitely remember the sounds that Nate made, he was convinced that was the best head of his life

The two of you became a regular thing, he would bully u less in exchange for late night hookups in his car

He would pull up to your house, text you to come outside and wouldn't say a word to you until he pulled up to your hookup spot

The drive over was always interesting, you'd always wear something Nate liked, you could see his dick hard in his pants and Nate would look over at every chance he got but he would stay silent

He would put your seat down and start kissing you, the windows steaming up as the two of you dry hump each other as you make out

He would start gently with you, but soon Nate would get too horny and fuck you senseless

It was never more than that, you didn't allow yourself to fall for Nate cause he bullied u and was a closeted cunt

He was a dick after the two of you fucked, he would let you both calm down and then tell you to dress back up

He'd drive you home and say "night" and that's all

But Nate was surely falling for you though, after sex he could pretend to fall asleep just to hold you

His big body on top of yours, your cum and his drying on yours and his stomach, sweat making you stick to his seat but tiredness allowing you to fall asleep with him

He liked how big he was compared to you, Nate would get up after you fall asleep and admire you

He hated himself for it, but in the moment he couldn't care less

You looked hot, covered in his spit and sweat and cum, looking peaceful and moonlit as you sleep

Nate eventually invested in baby wipes that he would keep in his car, wiping you down gently as you slept, dressing you up and driving you home, but once you wake up, Nate would continue with his silence and drop you home with a short "night"

But you'd notice... you were wearing his sweatshirt

His massive sweatshirt which smelt like him and felt warm against your skin...

Fuck. You like the cunt that bullied you relentlessly and that is very much closeted

But after that, the two of u became somewhat exclusive (only secretly) Nate really showed how toxic he gets

Cause nobody knew the two of you were a thing, girls would jump on him and he would do nothing about it

Maddy didn't dare talk to him, she was better than that, but other girls definitely tried to get with Nate

He never actually did anything with them, but Nate didn't care that you saw how they all flirted with him, and he really didn't care how that made you feel

Most nights would end in arguments over text on Nate's harem of girls that would flirt with him

He would always play innocent and call you crazy, but you'd never let him gaslight you, so most nights the two of you wouldn't be on talking terms

That is until he goes through the effort of posting an "I'm sorry" card through your letterbox

He won your little game everytime he apologised, because you're always sure he means it, that is until he fucks up again the next day

One day you had enough, binned his letter and stopped talking to him

Nate was fuming, he spend 6 hours in the gym that day

You had 23 un-opened snaps and messages from him

It stressed him out you wouldn't talk to him - he did like you, he was also frustrated that you were withholding sex, but most of all he was terrified you would out him

He heard that you had a free house that day and turned up at your house, forcing hid way in when you opened the door - reminiscing of thaf first night

A lot of shouting ensued

But after that... a LOT of making out followed

You were sat on your bed, grinding against eachother, you sat on Nate's lap as you made out for ages

Once Nate started begging to let him fuck you, you stripped down for him

At some point during the night, you though you had broken your bed, from the amount of creaking you two were causing

But the night ended well nonetheless

Nate made you watch as he blocked everyone of the girls that liked him

The two of you made out until you were too tired to keep going

Nate slept over for the first time, he felt comfortable

You body against his, sleeping on his huge chest

For the first time ever, Nate wasn't arguing with himself over his very homo actions

He just let himself feel you and enjoy you as he fell asleep

#i swear my taste in men is toxic

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vanillafantasy01 · 6 months

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Please take good care of them!

#I BUILT A CUTE FROG 😍🥰

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vanillafantasy01 · 6 months

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Presence — Dick Grayson

m! reader — 1k words — this is angsty kind of romantic but my definition of romantic is incredibly edgy and depressing i am so sorry — IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN SO FUCKING BUSY MAN💔💔

for @ickyickyeik 😿💪

He's human. I think he forgets that frequently. How he can't heal faster than normal, how he can break just like I can. The only thing keeping him from death is skill and a whole lot of luck. Luck that will eventually run out.

The blood that spilled over the marble table I had laid him on felt so much darker than red. So much deeper than crimson. There wasn't a word for the life that seeped from his wounds. Not a way to describe how I felt watching the color drain from his face. To say I didn't know what I was doing would be a lie. I knew how to cauterize. To stitch. To save. Yet the shake in my hands was a reminder of the man dying beneath me. The one patient I couldn't allow myself to lose. A man I promised my life to. Who my soul yearned for.

I've lost time like this. Saving him. Hours blur together as if they hadn't happened at all— one moment my lover is dying beneath me, and within the blink of an eye I find myself standing in front of my bathroom mirror coated in his blood. I could feel the way it had dried and cracked along the creases of my hands. It didn't take much thought for me to turn the shower on and walk into it. Hot water soaked through my bloodied clothes, adding a comforting weight against my body as I watched how the water poured off of me in an orange haze. I knew that this wasn't making me clean. It wasn't freeing me of the proof I had to cut my lover open. But something about the way his blood slid off of me felt reassuring. Like I could see that slowly, surely, I was becoming pure again.

My hands moved on their own. Taking my clothes off, wringing them out and tossing them aside, washing away what remained of tonight's trauma. I felt like an observer of myself. As if I wasn't the one doing these things. My body seemed to take care of me when my mind couldn't. Drying my hair, getting me dressed, walking me passed the crime scene in the kitchen and to Dick, who lay passed out on the couch and blissfully unaware of the twenty four wounds I somehow managed to stitch successfully with what limited supplies I had. I dropped to my knees beside him. The weight of the situation finally seeming to crush me. He could've died. He almost did.

"Hey," Dick's strained voice pulled me back to earth for a moment. As I looked up at him, he wiped a tear away from my cheek and pulled me closer. "I'm so sorry, honey," Nothing more than a whisper. I said nothing in return. I forgave him, but at the same time I couldn't. This is what he had to do, and this is what I had to do in return. Forced to be a hero's savior. Despite everything he has done for me. Despite my love for him. I resented Dick at times like these. Where we were both at our lowest for the same reason. And maybe it was selfish of me, to be upset at him for something like this when he teeters the brink of death for the sake of Blüdhaven. But I couldn't help how I felt just as much as he couldn't help being hurt. "Say something," He begged.

"No more of this...." I knew this wasn't what he wanted to hear me say. But it's what he needed to. And to my surprise, he didn't try to justify what I had to see tonight. He didn't tell me he had no choice. He didn't say anything about responsibility. I left him to himself for a while, walking to the bedroom and grabbing whatever blankets and pillows I could and moving back to the couch.

"Don't sleep on the floor...." His hand reaching for me, in search of my forgiveness. I didn't give it to him. I backed away just slightly while putting the blankets down, giving myself some type of padding for the very light nap I'd be getting tonight.

"I have to make sure you don't die." Curt was my response. The wedge I had placed between us was hurting him more than his wounds were. I could see the tears that he fought from spilling. This wasn't what he needed. I knew that. My grudge wasn't against him. it was with the people who threatened to take him away from me. My hand making its way to his, which was still outstretched. “I'm gonna lose you like this one day.” My voice was quiet. He needed to know I wasn't upset. If only god hadn't been so cruel. If only we had been in a different time. A different city.

“I think I'm done for a while.” My heart jumped at the thought of this. I knew it wouldn't be forever. I knew that. But the thought of not having to fight with him to let his wounds heal was so relieving.

My night was restless. Waking up to the slightest movement, the smallest grunt or groan. Checking his temperature every few hours, honing my ears to listen only to his breathing. Antibiotics weren't an issue because of Bruce, I still had a fair amount of supplies from the last time I had to play doctor— but I needed to be prepared for absolutely anything in these first few days. Dick stirred while I ruminated in my thoughts. “Lay with me,” He whispered. I knew just by the grovel in his voice that he wasn't completely lucid, but the hand he outstretched was hard to ignore.

I reclined the seats of the couch to give myself more space and gingerly placed myself beside him. Sleep didn't take long to surround me. I was exhausted, and the comfort laying beside him sent me into a haze. There was something so beautiful about loving him. Something so comforting about his presence. I couldn't lose that... I couldn't give it up to save my heart, either. All I could do was savor it while I had it.

THIS WAS SO SHORT IM SO SORRY I DIDNT WANT YOU TO THINK I FORGOT IM SORRY ITS NOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU ASKED FOR I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANYWAYS 😭💔

#why am i just finding this #its so good 😭#dick grayson x male reader #male reader

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vanillafantasy01 · 6 months

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KINKTOBER 2023 🔞

The house is quiet; Luna had slinked off somewhere in the house and a cat shaped blur of white in the yard under the afternoon sun is your answer.

Johnny is splayed across the couch in a slumbering man—one arm across his torso with the other resting beside his head on a cushion. Today, he opted for a small white singlet ending above his navel as it showcased his abs and a v-line disappearing into a pair of military-issued olive briefs.

The happy trail disappearing into his briefs is tantalising, to say the least. With each shift of his body, the briefs only seemed to slide lower until the bush peeks through the waistband and the tight garment holds onto the bulge in fear of sliding right off.

What a fucking tease to wear clothes from basic training which no longer fit his more muscled body. He’s sleeping now, and the conversation from a week ago rears its head.

“Whit if ye made me cum whin I was sleeping?” You almost choked on your food when the words slipped through his mouth full of meal.

“What?” And he’s appearing all innocent and what not.

“Dinnae yi'll waant tae fin' oot?”

“I don’t understand you, dummy.”

“Aw, c’mon bonnie, don’t you want to find out?”

The truth is you wanted to find out and with nothing else to do, the offer stands tempting. He is fast asleep and you fingers gently brush across his briefs. They catch on the opening in the garment and his face keeps its slack.

Fuck, were you actually going to do this?

Your hand evidently thought so and palmed him gently through the fabric amidst steady snoring. It took a while, but eventually, there is a stirring in his loins and the small garment is stretched obscenely as the bulge becomes even more pronounced. And you would be lying if this wasn’t at all arousing.

Taking pity on his tool, and not wanting to cause him any discomfort, you freed his dick through the piss hole in his slutty man briefs. The smack against your forearm by his engorged length when you let go freezes you just as Johnny makes a noise before his snores resume.

A man’s heartbeat is fluttering in motion.

Johnny is a big boy. Even somewhat hard, it’s length is more than half of your forearm. Curved slightly, for his partner’s pleasure and in a slightly darker shade above a neat bush adorning, according to Johnny, his favourite body part. Your tongue gently brushes against the bulbous head and pretty pink lips part in response to your tongue snaking all the way down to the base of his dick. You keep an eye on him throughout and noted the small twitching of his lips whenever your tongue ran over the thick throbbing vein spanning his entire dick.

Johnny has a dislike for jerking off in the military and given his last orgasm was probably two weeks ago, it’s no wonder Johnny is pent up to some degree. You taste his salty pre and the skilled tongue pulls the first of many moans from his guttural throat.

A man’s heartbeat is living in motion.

His length rests on his thigh and your nose inhales the musk of his groin—manly and reeking of ball sweat since Johnny’s a man who ran hot—and your tongue finds purchase on the plump sack below the main attraction. His soft breaths turn into a whine as a finger trace the individual testes while his fingers curl and unfurl.

Thirst.

Thirst is what you feel when you rolled his balls across your tongue to engulf his prized possessions in wet heat. His dick has risen to full mast—an angry and reddish head leaks copious amounts of pre onto his thigh and dully throbbing, it’s indicative of the stress wracking his body. As his partner, you are duty bound to … relieve him of the tension. Empty his balls so he can have a better sleep.

So you redouble your efforts on his very sensitive sack and Johnny makes all sorts of noises—whines, moan, groans, and whimpers as he twists and turns in his sleep. His head rolls over and his arms jerks in time with his lascivious thighs. You made sure to leave his dick alone and focus the assault on his scrotum. He shivers and your nose is pressed further into his bush when the seam running through the middle of his scrotum is grazed by your teeth and cushioned by drool.

A quick glance up reveals the man to be erect as two nubs poke through the tight singlet. He body seizes slightly when you roll them between your fingers. While keeping his nuts occupied, to your pleasure, he mutters more and drool seeps onto the cushion from the rolling of his head. His face reflects what he’s feeling with lips nicely parted while his body subconsciously squirms under your palm and tongue.

A man’s heartbeat is resonance in motion.

“mmrow … please … mmow …”

It’s been slightly over fifteen minutes since you began; the rippling of his toned abs accompanies the jerky flexing of his feet. Johnny is still under the influence of slumber and pure innocence on man known for military violence is a scarlet fire of temptation beckoning you to service him. You smear his pre across his balls and the ignored shaft occasionally moves with the contraction of his groin muscles and lifts strings of pre into the air. It’s a tantalizing sight to behold as his face furrows as if in deep concentration—the narrowing of his eyebrows and tightness in his cheeks even as he continues to verbalise how good he feels in his dreams.

It's time to bring him home. A man in pleasure is vulnerable man indeed—and Johnny’s about to find out why. Your tongue rolls his nuts between teeth as a hand cups his sack while another plays with his nipples. A little pain does the trick and you give his testicles a squeeze in sharp contrast together with a deep hum vibrating through his entire groin and your eyes slide over to his neglected dick.

Johnny nearly shouts; his hands fists above his chest and his knees jerks and misses your face by inches while he blearily calls your name in confusion. His abdomen contracts hard and his dick jumps slightly before white leaks out of the piss slit.

“Loue … whit's … gaun oan mmph!”

His eyes are laced with sleep in a slightly raised head. Blurry eyes spot you nestled between his legs and mouthing on his balls as his mind starts to piece together what’s happening. His hips shake in place; without a hand on his dick he is confused where the pleasure is and where to direct his hips as toes curl with how euphoric his genitals feel. More awake, much louder gasp and expletives escapes his throat as he grips your head and pulls it deeper into his pelvis.

A man’s heartbeat is satiation in motion.

A thick stream of cum runs off the side of his thighs onto the couch. You lather your fingers in them before crawling forward to shove them into his mouth. His waking mind registers your fingers and starts sucking while excess cum pools on his thighs. He chuckles and wraps an arm around your torso.

“Hell's bells that's a hell o' a wey tae wake up loue.”

“I don’t speak Scottish, shit for hair.” To be fair, that does make it easier to tug his head.

“This’ a hell of a wake up routine, love and yer said you loved mah mohawk last week!”

“Bet you had a good dream huh?” He describes a fog in his mind slowly invading his loins with heat and itch. Waking to you with a mouth stuffed by his junk was the tipping point—his eager dick packs disobedience and comes hands free. You earn a contented moan when you roughly palm his spent dick as he pulls you in for tight embrace.

“Johnny, unhand me.” You push against him arms which have come to cage you in as he shakes his head. He chuffs and nestles his dick between your thighs.

“A'm still sleepy. A bit mair, love.”

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#this one right here #this!!#this is the one #oh my fucking god #cod x reader #cod x gn!reader #kinktober #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap fanfiction #soap x gn!reader

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i need to drill into my brain what consistency is bcuz y do i stay writing and editing more than one fics, just to abandon them when a newer, hotter, better and more intriguing idea comes along💀

and den ill get stuck halfway through the new one like i always do. and the process will just repeat itself over and over again.

#swear i take 50 months for every post i plan to make

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I’m loving Season 2 so far!

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vanillafantasy01 · 6 months

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impatient

pairing: pietro maximoff x male!reader

summary: a night alone at the avengers tower leaves pietro with a dangerous idea

warnings: cursing, top!pietro, bottom!reader

a/n: okay i'm back in my pietro era and now i need him so bad

many of the avengers had left on a mission which had left both you and pietro taking care of the avengers tower for the next few nights. most of the team knew that you and pietro had something going on and told you not to go too crazy. you were in your room on your laptop researching materials needed for the lab when you heard a knock on the door. "y/n please open. i'm bored!" you hear pietro's loud but cute voice across the door and quickly get up to open it. he had a white tank top on which had you staring at his massive biceps that he trained every day. "do you wanna do something or are you doing your homework?" he seemed annoyed. "well i was just doing some research but i can hang. what do you wanna do?"

"i was thinking we go through a marathon of all the friday the 13th movies. wanda said they're really scary." "yeah and wanda said that the notebook was a comedy but yeah sure i'm down." he smiled and put you on his back and in a second you both were in the living room. pietro went to the kitchen and grabbed some snacks and sat down next to you on the couch. after finishing the first two movies, he could tell you were getting bored and turned off the tv. he turned to you and started massaging your thigh. "pietro what are you doing?" he had a devious look on his face. "it's just the two of us y/n. i could tell you were bored so i figured we do something more fun."

you looked down at his sweatpants and saw his huge boner poking out of it. you started to stroke his boner and he quickly pulled his pants down. you started to put your mouth and lips around his cock as he begged for you to put it inside. you obeyed and sucked on his dick. his moans filled the room as he tugged on your hair and forced you to swallow every inch of his cock. “good boy. keep on sucking it.” his heavy breathing turned you on even more. you continued to suck his dick before he told you to stop and turn around.

you unzipped your pants and positioned your ass facing him. he smacked your ass which caused a moan to leave your mouth. he teased your hole and licked it several times. he put one finger inside then two and then three. “do you like that baby boy? want me to fuck you?” “yes daddy please!” you begged for his dick to be inside of you and he listened. he took his dick and slowly entered your hole. he went slow at first all while his hands were on your waist for support. he soon started going at a faster pace. “fuck your hole feels so good.” he started going even faster and soon his hands were pulling your hair back as your back was arched while he pounded your hole.

"turn around baby." you obey and lay on your back. pietro lifts up your legs and re-enters your hole. he leaves kisses and marks all over your neck and chest and soon puts his hands on your neck. he goes even faster now kissing your feet and legs. "you taste so good." he says as his eyes are locked into yours. the increase of his cock pounding your hole had you gripping your hands into the couch as pietro took note of this and put his fingers in your mouth. you sucked on his fingers as he digged deeper into your hole. "baby i'm gonna cum."

"cum inside me." pietro moans as you feel his warm cum fill your hole. he rests his head on your chest slowly giving you kisses all over. "you felt so good baby." he kisses you on the lips. "well you were so impatient i guess i gave in." "i'm sorry my love but when it comes to you i get so crazy in my mind." you blush and grab his face and give him another kiss on his lips. he smiles at you and begins to fall asleep as you both hold each other.

#and im here for it #malereader #male reader #have been starved of pietro fic for 2 long😭#gay smut #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x male reader #marvel x male reader

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A Show Of Possession | Robb Stark | Male Reader | Nsfw | Lemon

Ngl- I lowkey kinda robbed yall of a whole overstimulation and cum eating scene. Im sorry, but i'm just tired of seeing this fic in my drafts 😭😭 It been there for like what? 2 whole months now??

Like I've been advertising this on my other acc for a decade now LOL and I just want it GONE. No matter how much i take away, add, or edit this fic, i always re-read it and just, HATE, HATE, HATEEEE the way it sounds!!

I don't know why, but it just triggers me seeing this fic still in my drafts after so long, so if u read this and it sounds rushed, or off, or just bad in general, that's why lol. I was originally going to delete it, but then that would be a waste of my blood, sweat and tears. Besides this is like 4k+ long, i would NEVER be that bold.

And the fucking 4 solo projects, 3 test, 3 group projects my teachers just decided to dump on me in ONE WEEK is not helping. Like- are we going mental now?🤕

Yea- but anyways.. enjoy i guess? Like if it's that bad just take it as crack smut smh

"Tell me, Y/N" He dearly strokes you cheeks—so affectionately that it could fool you into thinking his previous anger and disappointment towards you have simmered. "Do you relish the attention of other men?"

His left thumb abandons your cheek to deftly caress the wet thinness of your lips, pressing and flirtatiously pulling at them. "Am I not of adequate value to you?

TW: Rough | Jealous Robb, Sub domination, Marking territory, Bottom Male reader, Scenting, Face fuck, Blowjob [Reader giving], Reader goes to a meeting looking like a mauled fuck doll and smelling like...well- Robb—MDNI

Robb didn’t like what you were doing. What you were trying to do, even if your intention behind it was good. He despised the obscene way those men shamelessly gaped at you and eye fucked you as if you weren’t publicly known to be his. Their hands would linger and trace flirtatious lines alongside your body whenever you came of distance to serve something or ask a question, and it triggered him how tolerant you were to their touches and whispered, degrading compliments. You were trying to make them more favourable towards the deal. Robb knew that. But that didn't make him feel any less indignant and slighted. If anything, it only fueled his anger, especially with the active way you refused to meet his gaze.

It was maddening how they didn't even remotely try to hide their interest in you out of politeness and respect for him, and he has to grit his teeth to refrain from doing something stupid. Fortunately, It doesn’t take long for the people on his end of the trade to pick up on the hateful way he continued to internally seethe, his mood having done a rather abrupt and complete 360, going from being friendly and polite to having his face slightly scrunched up and a knuckle white grip on his chair’s wooden handle. The way you stood at attention at their side of the table with a hefty tray of jugs filled to the brim with ale in your hands left a vile taste in his mouth, one that threatened to have him throw up a string of extraordinary curses. You were so accommodating. It was as if you were a welcoming doormat.

Robb forces his expression into something modest at the cheerful sound of his guests and their pitchers from the other side of the table, breaking his subtle glare from you to stare at his potential business partners instead.

“Lord Stark!” One of them laughs, boisterous in all their mannerism. It makes him respect his dad and mom even more for being able to put up with such ludicrous behaviour and uphold a straight face. “I don’t say this oft out of courtesy of being a welcomed guest and all, but you,” His beer sloshes over when they eagerly point towards you, “You know how to pick ‘em.”

He concludes his speech with a suggestive wink at you, and Robb toils to stop himself from leaping out of his chair to draw his sword. Each passing minute he endured to keep up his façade of impartialness made his tolerance diminish, something his brothers became acutely aware of from the desperate way his fingers twitched at his side for action. They were blatant with their disrespect towards you. And that meant him in turn, which was inexcusable. They acted as if they didn’t know you were wed, and to him, nonetheless. Did the rings on your finger really stand for nought? Or were they just as dense as he initially thought them to be?

Luckily, for the sake of the trade, Jon and Theon were also there, and they were quick to pick up on their brother's shrinking patience. Jon is the first of the two to take action, speaking up on his brother's behalf in hopes of drawing the collective attention of the room off of both you and Robb, not wanting to risk a fight breaking out and setting the trade up in flames. He saw the tight lines that constricted your and his brother’s face, and as ashamed of it as he might be, at that current point in time, he didn’t trust Robb enough to withhold snapping at them and ruining their first handed-off affair, no matter how rightful of him it would be. Theon is next, forcibly chucking at an attempt to play off the tense atmosphere. It comes out dry and lacklustre. But it doesn’t matter, cause their patrons were too drunk to notice anyway. “So, about the ships….”

Robb lets the conversation fall on deaf ears when he refocuses the brunt of his senses back on you, shifting irritably in his chair and taking note of the dull way you overlooked their conference as you played with your nails. Your eyes meet for a split second when you go to take a round of the room out of both exhaustion and boredom and the savage eyes of a predator gleam back at you. His brows were creased to deepen the fierceness of his look, and his lips were downturned into a judgmental frown. It only takes staring into the blue swirl of them for 2 seconds to deduce how pissed at you Robb truly was, but you don't let it get to you. A tired groan leaves your breath as you roll your eyes dismissively at him.

You knew what you were doing, and likewise why you were doing it. Robb's father had a lot riding on this trade, and no matter how adamantly Robb denied it, what you were doing was for the best. Besides, everything you did was deliberate and planned out all the way down to the way you walked. You were doing it with the sole intention of benefiting him and to help further his success. It was shocking enough that his parents allowed them to attend the gathering in their stead; and trusted them enough to temporarily pass the act of power and responsibility down. They were no doubt scouting their readiness—his readiness, wanting to see how much their son had truly grown and whether he was befitting of his father’s position when he resigned or not. They needed to know if he knew what he was doing. So yes. This needed to go well.

You endure his glare for the time being, but it eventually becomes too unbearable. You offer him a sheepish expression as an apology. You wanted at the very least to let him know that you weren’t enjoying this any more than he was. Unfortunately, it does the complete opposite of what you had in mind, cause Robb stands up so abruptly at your look that his chair scrapes harshly against the floor. It demands the attention of the room.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he starts, his eyes glued onto yours. “I just recalled a matter of urgency I have to consult with my father. But please, continue. I won’t be gone for long.”

There's a plea in his voice that hints at a different story—a plea only you can pick up. His eyes hardened with demand. He was telling you to follow him without question. You give it a few minutes after his departure to put the tray down with a soft sigh and follow in his steps, making sure to leave the room with a smile on your face.

It was somewhat dark out; the sun was flushed out by the clouds.

...

Which direction did Robb go again?

“What was that?” Robb's voice echoes from behind you, stern. It makes you jump in your spot. You hated it when people snuck up on you like that, especially now that you were wedded to the one and only Robb Stark. It wasn't exactly a secret that many weren’t particularly fond of your homoerotic relationship, concerned for tradition. So it could be an attempt on your life for all you know.

Robb sees this and gives you a quick apologetic look before once again reinforcing his face, remembering why he called you out here in the first place, to begin with .“Was that why you were so hellbent on being by my side today?” He glowers, closing the distance between you. “To flaunt your beauty and entice them into accepting our proposition?”

Your determination and rebelliousness waver at the sight of his anger, your defiance quickly outwilled by his fury, struggling to keep its self-upright. You might have had the balls to play Mr, Big Guy when he was forced to play on a leash earlier, but now that the two of you were all all alone, you can't help but think you underestimated his anger. Robb was mad, and very much so. That was clear from the way his eyes narrowed at you. He really didn’t like what you did.

The intensity of his confrontation causes your voice to uncharacteristically clog when you go to speak. You subconsciously take a step back. “I- but Robb-”

He stops you mid-sentence by pinning you against the wall, his breath hot on your ear. You give it a while before you try to deny his accusation, but once again, your words fall flat when you accidentally get a glimpse of how close his lips are to making contact with yours. Robb scowls at your lack of ‘interest’ towards the conversation, scuffing at the immodest glances you steal at his lips. Here he was taking things seriously, and you were off imagining his lips on you and mentally ordering tickets to pound town.

“Do you take this for a joke? …” Robb was bewildered that you weren’t taking him seriously. Offended, even. His lips purse into a fine line at your lack of an answer, his eyes hardening into even thinner slits to glare daggers at you. “Fine, I’ll give you what you want.”

The action of Robb securing your wrist with his hands jerks you out of your thoughts. His quick pace threatens to make you stumble, caught completely off guard by his steady stride, determined as he makes a straight line for your shared bedroom. The door is opened with a harsh push, and the only thing that stops it from slamming loudly against the wall is its heavy thickness. Robb releases his hold on you to prioritise closing the door behind him and unintentionally sends you flattering towards the bed.

“Strip.” He commands, the blatant filthiness to his demand making you stare back at him in shock. This wasn’t the sweet and considerate Robb that you came to know. This one was crude—straightforward and blunt.

You don’t move.

“Strip.” Robb dares to repeat himself as he undoes the buckle of his own. He was taking the lead here. You don’t waste any minute and heed his demand, not wanting to make Robb any angrier than he already is.

The coolness of the room’s air pricks at your tender skin, still warm. Robb shortens the distance between you with two large steps, nothing except his lingering eyes hinting at what his jealous mind was encouraging him to do. He takes in the healing vamps he left you with during your previous night of merriment with immodest eyes, a look of pure lust and fulfilment glinting behind them. The hint of a smirk pulls at the end of his lips. However, it’s not there long enough for you to notice. Robb deftly caresses the right side of your cheek. He seems to be holding off on saying something with the miniature way his mouth slightly hangs ajar, and he only closes it when his hand leaves your face to resume taking off the rest of his clothes.

“Kneel,” Robb demands, his back turned to you whilst he neatly disposes of his attire. He doesn’t reiterate himself this time around.

Stripping completely naked, his distinct muscles and gifted parts hang bare for you to see. Unsurprisingly, the first thing you take note of is his dick. It hangs loosely in between his legs, semi-soft, its size more befitting that of a third leg rather than a sex organ…He wasn’t even fully hard yet. Robb's body ceremoniously towers over you because of your kneeled position on the floor, the distinct height difference between you making his toned physique seem divine.

Robb grips your chin and gives it a loving stroke before lifting it up to force you to look him dead in the eyes, his jaw tense. He gives you a scathing look. “My eyes are up here.”

The irritation in his voice is far from subtle or belittling, and yet it doesn't stop you from training your craved eyes on him. The disdainful look he was giving you was doing nothing but increasing your spiritual need for him, both emotionally and physically. You struggle to suppress a shudder when his eyes unashamedly roam the full naked length of your body, and it makes the tiny hairs on your arms stand up. Robb's left-hand twitches at his sides when he notices this. His body and gaze might have been hinting otherwise, but he really was in no mood for this and was truly dissatisfied with your lack of decency. At least that's what he was telling himself to believe. He was going to give you exactly what you wanted. Just with a twist.

Alas, your heated breath and pleading whimpers were starting to take an effect on him, and Robb failed to stop his dick from eagerly twitching at the thought of having those shaped lips of yours wrapped firmly around him.

Still holding your chin with his right hand, Robb reaches out with his unoccupied one to rest it on your left cheek. "You were so zealous when attending to their needs, moving without question to satisfy their every whim." Just thinking about it was making his blood boil.

"Tell me, Y/N." He dearly strokes your cheeks—so affectionately that it could fool you into thinking his previous anger and disappointment towards you have simmered. "Do you relish the attention of other men?" Robb's left thumb slips to tenderly caress the wet thinness of your lips, pressing and flirtatiously pulling at them. "Am I not of adequate value to you? Not deserving of your utmost fidelity?"

Something obscene within you is stroked by the unmasked annoyance in his voice. This wasn't the Robb you have gotten to know throughout the long years of your engagement to him. This was someone else—an entirely different person with different characteristics and everything.

The way he looked at you was distinct.

The way he spoke to you was distinct.

The way he touched you was distinct.

More controlling. His sweet touches, words, and looks now all felt as if they were underlined with something vile and heavy underneath, the complete opposite of what his actions implicated. This wasn't Robb. No. This was somebody else. Your thought bubble is intruded upon and pops when something slippery finds comfort in your mouth, and your breath faintly hitches when you see what it is.

A dick.

Robb's dick.

It's meaty enough to apply noticeable pressure to your lips and lacks in length what it makes up for in girth. And while this was far from the first time you were seeing Robb's majestic dick, it renders you speechless nonetheless. It jerks sorely in return for the attention you dedicate to it, teasing your frail state of mind into overdrive and making your body grow hot. Fuck, did you want him? Robb takes his dick and gently prods your lips apart with the swollen tip of it for you to take him in, his foreskin gradually peeling back with each inch he dared to go deeper into you. He bites his tongue to not let another one of his vulnerable moans slip when the soothing warmth of your breath engulfs him, but the action is futile since it does nothing to actually stop it.

You take his muffled moan as a sign of encouragement and work your tongue around his sensitive, blush-red head only as if you were spellbound, making sure to especially tease at the back underside of it, where his nerves bundle.

Robb was being a dick by putting on a face as well as refusing you the blessing of hearing his shallow grunts, and you wanted to punish him for that—to see how long he could keep up his show of anger and indifference when truly put to the test. You wanted to make his hardened expression crumble with bliss—to have him longingly moan your name as if it were an enchantment while begging you to go faster and harder. You wanted to show him that you weren't the only one who wanted his dick to be deep within you. And luckily for you, you succeed.

It starts with a minor shift in his look, his glare transitioning from anger into frustration. Robb's brows deepen and his hands snake from hanging uselessly at his side to intently resting at the back of your head, his calloused fingers entangling in your hair to give it a satisfactory tug to urge your head forward, just far enough as to have you slightly choke on his dick. It hits the back of your throat, and for a slight second, you feel like you're going to throw up. You try to warn Robb, but your words come out stifled and indistinguishable as a result of still having him in you and the overwhelming pressure of his dick restricting your tongue from taking the necessary action to voice your concern. The feeling only increases when Robb forces your head deeper onto him once again until your face is flush with his base and your nose is buried deep into his pelvis.

He smells of vintage books, an ancient library, fur, and sweat—no doubt from wearing his cloak earlier during his daily session of training while under the scorching heat of the sun. And if your brain wasn't so fixated on the thought air, you would have found the unique combination intoxicating. Robb eases his grip on your head to allow you a breather when you harshly gag from having to accommodate him so deeply within you for so long, his blue eyes glazed and obsessively fixated on your lips.

His left brow perks inquisitively when he notices the shallow way your chest desperately heaves for air. "Out of breath already?" Robb questions. It comes off as mocking with the tone of voice he uses.

He tugs on your hair to slowly coerce you into looking up at him, a blatant look of disappointment settling on his face. "You were so durable when running around to accommodate their every need." Robb pouts. "But now you can barely breathe when I touch you."

A subtle throb of pain curses the area he gripped you at when he leans in closer to your face. "Do you yearn for their touch, Y/N? to be used and passed around for public use like the conniving slut you made yourself out to be?"

Robb's words are sharp and degrading, detrimental to most. But to you, they were rousing—invigorating, like an alcoholic breaking their oath to quench their forbidden thirst with several shots of liquor.

The tight pressure on your scalp is released when Robb unravels his hand from your hair to grab your chin instead. He impatiently eases your mouth back open with his left thumb and guides your tongue out to repeatedly slap the underside of his cock against it, only stopping when he deems you ready to take him in deep once again. Which would be considerate if that were actually the case.

"Swallow." Robb coos and your lips immediately find comfort around him for the second time that day. You lap, twist, and tie to the best of your knowledge, doing everything in your power to please him. Only this time, you don't dare just tease his head, still somewhat shaken from his previous disciplining.

Going as far down as your gag reflex allows, you feel Robb gently caress the side of your face as you attentively take him in, encouraging you to move your hands from hanging loosely at your side to envelop and pleasure the area your lips failed to reach.

You stroke it once, and it pulses back in return.

You stroke it twice, movement synchronised with your tongue, and it twitches back more uncontrollably in return.

You stroke it three times, and suddenly your hands hang aimlessly in midair with your mouth empty and wide open.

Deep, shallow breaths dominate the room; the sound of them is desperate and ragged. Robb pulled back. His face is contorted with a mixture of ecstasy, disapproval, and exhaustion. Probably from holding his moans back. You watch curiously as he hovers just a couple inches off in front of you, his dick misted and glistening heavenly. The excessive amount of spit on it would have probably thrown you off if your mind wasn't in a needy state for pleasure. And instead, you find the sight mesmerising—accomplishing, even.

Your spit slides lewdly down Robb's cock in slow, long drips off of his tip, mixing with his cum. His cock twitches yearningly for a good minute or two before you see a single, lonely line of cum trailing the underside of his dick. It flows and goes all the way down to Robb's balls before tauntingly dropping to the ground with a sounding plop.

"Fuck~ That was close," Robb notes, his voice hoarse and words meant for himself with how barely audible they are. A sense of accomplishment and smugness washes over you when you hear Robb being more expressive than before. You broke past his facade.

You open your mouth to gloat about your success, wanting nothing more than to shove it in his face. Unfortunately, the instant you do, Robb's cock returns to your lips, and his hands tangle in your hair again, forcing his shaft down and deeper into your throat.

Coughing at the sudden motion, you try to pull back to give yourself the break and needed air that your body sends frantic signals to your mind for, but instead of coming off of his dick when you pull off, your head bucks nearly painfully against something solid behind you. The bed. You forgot about the footboard.

Robb's eyes are closed, so he doesn't notice your struggle to breathe; his mind registers your breathy coughs as your throat is merely trying to adjust to his size. His grip on your hair tightens as his pace picks up, and soon enough, you're surely locked in place between two immovable objects, your face buried deeply into Robb's crouch and with your head flat against the bed's footboard.

"Ro-Robb~" You try to speak up, but your words slob and crack under the impressive girth of his dick.

Your lungs constrict with pain from the lack of air, and it ushers a coarse growl from the deepest part of Robb's soul when your throat tightens because of it.

"Mhmm, fuck, baby! That's tight." He whispers, using your throat carelessly as if you weren't a living, breathing being.

Bubbles of spit slide out in full down the ends of your mouth, and you gag when you feel the slimy, gooey texture of it seep through your clothes. You tap his thigh urgently to try and get him to open his eyes and see the desperation in your eyes, but Robb merely shrugs you off with a growl and untangles his left hand from your hair to grab both of your hands with it and pin them above your head against the footboard. His thrust has become less even and more primal because of it; the salacious sounds of him going in and out of your wet mouth haunt the room. Robb was drowned in ecstasy as a result of your puckered lips, and in return, he drowned out the world.

He eventually opens his eyes to glance down at you, his left hand releasing your pinned arms and his other detangling from your hair. Robb

pulls out of your sloppy hole in one swift movement, leaving you gasping hard for air. He gives you a short moment to gather yourself as he frantically jacks his dick off, wanting to give you a facial. When he feels his high near, he secures your head tightly in place and poses with his hips shoved out to have his dick rest squarely over your nose. He planned on covering the entirety of your face with his cum—scenting you so that whoever questioned your martial status could know that those rings on your fingers actually stood for something.

Robb imagines what their expression would be like to see you all marked up and walking around smelling like someone's personal cum dump. His personal cum dump As soon as Robb thinks about it, thick, short, creamy waves of cum sweep over you. Some of it goes into your eyes and briefly blinds you.

Robb doesn't say anything to signal his excitement. Instead, he displays his feelings through his gaze, fixated on you, his lips tilted into a satisfied sneer as he assesses the dreadful mess he's made out of you. Robb gently rubs your cum and tear-drenched cheek before resting his deflated dick back on your lips, uttering two blunt, ice-cold words after. "Clean it."

You can't open your eyes because of his cum pooling around them, so you can only assume what he means when he instructs you to "clean it." Nonetheless, you immediately obeyed his command, even though you had no 100% idea what he was ordering you to lick off.

When you've finished cleaning everything he asked of you to his satisfaction, you hear Robb draw away from you, only to hear him return a few seconds later. He throws you a towel and walks away from you to the other side of the room. You can hear his buckle clinking as he gets ready, and you rush to wipe the cum off your face with the towel and do your hardest to get rid of the strong, male stench it left behind. It doesn't work for the most part, and Robb smiles, satisfied.

"I promised our guest I wouldn't be long." Robb starts, finishes getting his stuff together, and straightens out his attire. "So if you would." He gestures for the door. And this time around, you don't miss the wicked tinge of pleasure in his voice.

You part your swollen lips to make an argument and bring up your cum and spit-soaked shirt, but Robb immediately shuts you up with a mere glare of his.

"I don't reckon your body has recovered enough for you to be able to endure another round of punishment at this current point in time." He muses, his smirk sharp enough to cut. "But if you insist, we could always put such a theory to the test."