#Eddard stark x reader

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Ned Stark*Wife

Pairing: Ned x f!wife!reader

Kinktober Day twenty-five: breeding kink with Ned Stark – there is a reason why Ned has so many children and it’s not as noble as many assume

Word count: 1145

Warnings: horny Ned, desperate Ned, really horny Ned, m!recieving oral, teasing, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, smut 18+

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Ned Stark is an honourable man who serves his people and his gods to the best of his ability however his eyes were betraying him. All night he had watched as you danced around his name day feast. A southern quality of yours he usually enjoyed but tonight caused his cock to harden in his trousers. Well, that plus the sweet words you had whispered to him in his bed this morning before rushing away claiming you had ‘too much to do’.

His lords’ words fell on deaf ears since all his focus was on you tonight. When the feast began to lull, only drunken lords and giggling ladies left, Ned approached where you sat talking and giggling with friends. “Wife,” he said, his voice almost as Strained as his trousers had been all night.

“Husband,” you said, turning around giggling but your laughs fell into a knowing smirk when you saw the faint flush of his skin, “It is awfully late it not?”

“Aye,” he said, nodding to the ladies you had been sitting with, “I’m afraid I will have to steal my wife away,” he said as he helped you up from the chair and whisked you out of the hall.

“Why are you always such a little tease?” he questioned lowly in your ear, making sure no passing servants could hear.

You grinned widely, glancing over at your husband who walked very close behind you, likely to try hide the growing bulge you could feel anytime he bumped into you, “Because you like it my lord,”

The chamber door had no sooner slammed shut than your back was being pressed against it. your hands tangled in his hair while his fumbled with the strings of your dress, “I hate this thing,” he grumbled against your lips.

You laughed as you reached to unknot the ties he’d struggled with, “Liar,” you chastised, “I saw you watching me,”

He was never a wasteful man but soon he found himself ripping your dress just to get you out of. he chuckled at your gasp as his hands grabbed your hips, “Don’t worry I’m sure you can mend it,” he teased right back, giving you a taste of your own medicine as you stumbled towards the bed.

It was rare for Ned to be rough but that did not mean he was willing to wait. His hands gripped your hips tightly before throwing you back on the bed making you laugh as your back landed on the soft fabrics. Meanwhile Ned worked on pulling his tunic and undershirt over his head, tossing them in a heap somewhere with your discarded dress.

“Been thinking of this all night,” he said, his hands working on the laces of his breaches however you quickly sat up to take over. “What- “he tried to question as you pulled the fabric down, letting his already hard cock spring free.

“Relax my love,” you commanded him, taking his shaft in your hand and pumping softly making him groan, “and enjoy your gift,” you said before you began to trail kisses up his shaft. When his hand moved to rest on the back of your head you took your signal to sink your mouth down on his cock and Ned groaned loudly as your head began to bob up and down.

All the tension from the night plus the sight of his pretty wife using her pretty lips to suck him off made it hard for him not to spill down your throat. Instead, he did his best to hold back, not wishing it to be quite over yet but when he felt your hands cup his balls, he couldn’t help but pull you off his cock, enjoying the sight of spit trailing down your lips.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded in that stern tone that drove you wild and he knew it. its why he would always shoot a knowing glance your way whenever he had to use it on a lord.

You did as you were told and felt the bed dip as he positioned himself behind you, “Been thinking about this all day,” he said, running his tip along your slit making you shiver, “So have you apparently. So wet for me,” he chuckled, enjoying how your head buried into the pillow in embarrassment.

“Not gonna waste it by finishing in that sneaky mouth of yours,” he said, lining his tip up with your hole but not quite yet pushing in making your hips wiggle, desperate for the friction, “Wanna see you dripping with it,” he said before suddenly pushing in.

You gasped, gripping at the sheets as his cock began to stretch you perfectly. He went slow at first, sinking in till he was buried inside you with a low groan. Ned tried to wait a moment, allow you to adjust, but your hips moved back, and he lost all his honour.

He gripped your hips tightly, fingertips burning flesh as he began thrusting. The bed began to jolt, the wooden headboard beginning to hit off the stone wall, but the noises didn’t matter. Especially not when he could still hear the sweet moans coming from your mouth.

His hand reached around your hips, moving to rub fast circles on your clit making you clench around him. “Fuck,” he began to murmur but he wasn’t ready just yet. His other hand moved to push your back down, deepening your arch till his cock was able to hit another spot he had found many times.

As you felt him begin to pound the familiar nerves your moans became louder even as you buried your face into the pillow. A familiar tightening spread across your stomach as your peak threatened to spill only to be encouraged by your husbands’ words.

“Come on,” Ned mumbled, his thrusts becoming messy, “Let go. You know you want to,” he said, “Just c’mon and-fuck,” he gasped as he felt your body tighten and your walls clench around him again. A loud moan left your lips as you felt your peak crash over you, but the feeling just made his thrusts harder.

Curses fell from his lips as he fucked you through your peak just to hit his own. His eyes tightened, his body tensing, but his thrusts didn’t stop till he had ensured he’d fucked his seed deep inside you, enjoying the feeling of filling you up.

Ned paused for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he felt his cock begin to go soft. As he pulled out, he smirked briefly at the sight of you dripping before collapsing onto the bed beside you. “Are you okay my love?” he asked, reaching to his bedside drawer to pull out a fresh rag.

“Yes,” you laughed as your husband moved to clean you up, “Are you sweet husband?”

“More than okay,”

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[tessimagines]

Hello, I’d like to make a request. 💥+Game of Thrones+ a preference about how they would react if you comforted them when they were crying/vulnerable. Feel free to pick the characters you want!

GoT Preference: Comforting them & their Reaction

Jon Snow

We all know Jon is broody

Therefore, he can have a bit of trouble accepting comfort

You can always tell when something is wrong, and will let him know you are always open for comfort

At night, that is when Jon can loosen up a little more

Comforting generally starts with small physical touches, like running a hand through his hair of placing a hand on his back and kissing his cheek

He will eventually begin to talk and accept more physical comfort

The night will end with Jon's head on your chest, you placing soft kisses to his forehead

He doesn't cry often, but knows that if he does in front of you, you will never judge him

He appreciates your comfort more than he lets on

He rarely verbally thanks you, but sometimes, he will leave a little thank you note for you to find in the morning

Robb Stark

Robb knows he can immediately come to you for comfort

If he has any issues or problems, you are generally the first person he wants to discuss them with

After meetings with the heads of other Northern Houses, they will be dismissed and you will stay behind to talk things over

If something is emotionally getting to him, he is the kind of person who wants to talk it over

You can stay up all night, talking over the things that are upsetting him

He also appreciates physical comfort, like holding his hand while he is talking

When he is finished getting all of his emotions out and hearing any of the advise you might have, he will take your face in his hands and kiss you

It's a deep and passionate thank you, one that shows how grateful he is to have you

Eddard Stark

Ned likes to bottle up his emotions

He knows he can always turn to you but it is hard for him to be vulnerable around other people

When things really get to him, he tends to become silent

This is when you know

You will comfort him with a kiss first, and cuddle up to him

He doesn't need words

If he cries, you don't say anything, you know he would rather you just remain physically close

You know he is beginning to feel better when starts to place kisses to your forehead

He doesn't need to say thank you for you to know he appreciates your comfort

The thank you is there when he finds peace and falls asleep in your arms

Jaime Lannister

Jaime is another one who bottles up his emotions

If you ever ask him if he is okay, the answer is always the same: "I'm fine."

Him knowing you care is generally more than enough of a comfort to him

Just asking and a kiss to his cheek is enough to make him feel better. Not completely better, but significantly

Jaime will never admit it but he loves head scratches when he is sad or stressed

He does find it hard to thank you, that requires a vulnerability he doesn't like to show

There are some nights, however, where everything just comes to a head

Tears, sobs, everything. He will start talking about whatever is bothering him with no limitations

In these moments, you just sit and listen. Just the idea of being listened to is perfect for Jaime

To thank you after those nights, he will run you a bath or buy you a gift as a thank you

sometimes, he will even sum up the courage to whisper a thank you in your ear

Tyrion Lannister

Tyrion knows he can rely on you

But when you have spent your whole life being unloved by the people who are supposed to love you most, it can be hard to trust

That's why he can become distant when he is upset

He doesn't like showing vulnerability in fear that you will laugh

He knows this will never happen, but he can't let that feeling go sometimes

When you kiss him though, sometimes you can feel him melt into it

He loves physical comfort

He appreciates that affection more than he could possibly put into words

In these moments, when he can feel you are there for him, sometimes he will let himself cry

And you will just hold him, slowly running your fingers though the mop of curls on his head

He is simple in the way he thanks you - "I love you"

Tormund Giantsbane

Tormund is very open with his feelings

He, of course, likes to appear strong in front of others, but Tormund doesn't seem to equate weakness as being emotionally open and vulnerable

No, to him, that is a showing of true strength

When Tormund is feeling sad or down, he will tell you he is sad or down

He seeks out your comfort more than most men would

If he needs you to hold him, he will tell you and then lie in your arms for as long as he needs

He is not much of a crier, but he is not afraid to shed some tears in front of you

Tormund's way of making it up to you, is a little more physical than others

He is not afraid to show you intimately how much he appreciates your comfort

Sandor Clegane

This man is the king 👑 of repressed emotion

He will simply refuse to accept that anything is wrong with him

If you offer comfort, he is simply not accepting

Dedication is key, however, and sometimes, rarely, Sandor will let you hold him

He might grumble about it, telling you that you are being "fucking stupid", but inside, he revels in it

That physical connection has the power to calm any emotional storm going through them

He will never let you know though, no, that would be way too vulnerable

Jorah Mormont

Jorah is a man who thrives off words of affirmation

The most effective way to comfort him is to reassure him through words

He can totally feel himself calm at your reassurances

Sometimes, all he needs to hear is that he is enough and you love him more than he could possibly imagine

Every time you comfort him, Jorah wonders how he ever ended up having a love like yours

Afterwards, all he wants to do is hold you in his arms and place kisses to your cheek

Sometimes, you have to stop him from continuously thanking you

Oberyn Martell

Oberyn Martell is an emotive man

It is very easy to tell when he is upset

He is honest and real about his emotions, always

He likes to talk them over with you and hear any advise you can offer

Sometimes, though, all he wants or needs is for you to listen

Some nights can be entirely full of him talking about his issues

This will always lead to talk of Elia

As these nights progress, Oberyn's mood always seems to improve

He slowly moves closer

By the end of the night, he has his arms around you and is placing soft kisses all over your body

Oberyn shows his appreciation through pleasure, letting his body do the talking

Gendry Waters

Gendry can get grumpy when he is upset

When he snaps at you, which is rarely, this is when you know something is wrong

A few moments of silence go by before he takes a deep breath and apologises

You don't ever say anything, but instead, you walk over and just wrap your arms around his body

He will always lean into it, taking comfort in the feeling of you holding him

Sometimes, this is all he needs, but other times he needs to talk about his emotions or issues in order to feel better

He will look into your eyes as he does so, their soft expression calming him down

When he is finished you will just smile and place a kiss to his lips

He will place a hand up to your face, running a finger across your cheekbone and thank you

Podrick Payne

Podrick Payne is not a man afraid of crying in front of you

Whenever he is stressed or feeling down, that is what mostly happens

To him, there is no more calming feeling in the world than having you hold him while he cries

He also likes when you just listen to him talk about whatever is bothering him

Your advise is always appreciated too, but he also just likes when you listen to his issues and don't try to solve them

When he feels comforted, his way of thanking you is through acts of service

This can include trying his best to make you a meal or running you a warm bath

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine being a Lannister visiting Winterfell, and immediately setting your eyes on Ned Stark.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lord Stark,” You said, giving a very polite curtsy, your eyes on the warm green ones of Eddard Stark, noting how green those eyes truly were, such a rare shade. The man had a welcoming smile as while, though he also looked a little surprised that a Lannister actually seemed to be genuine with him, and not just because there were eyes on us. Ned was a very kind host, giving the tour of Winterfell to you, your sister, your two brothers, your brother-in law the King, and your very annoying nephew, Joffrey. You were the only paying any attention, while you could hear your family complaining about the cold, and about their own stomachs. You felt it too, but just looking at Ned, your brain was racing with thoughts that made you feel plenty warm. Your eyes were locked onto him, nodding at his information, asking questions, and standing quite close to him. You even saw him flush a little bit. “And I’ll meet you in the dining hall after you’ve finished dressing,” The Lord of Winterfell said, bowing to you in particular, which made you smile. You had this instinct to just pat him on the head, or run your fingers through his sandy-colored locks, but you restrained yourself. Mostly because you could feel your brother, Jaime, had his eyes on you, watching you with a scoff. “I’m greatly looking forward to it, Lord Stark,” You returned, giving him another curtsy, wishing you had worn something a little more low-cut despite the cold. Most of your siblings went into the rooms that they had been given for their trip but your brother Jaime followed you into yours, closing the door behind him. “Must you try to sink your claws into every Lord that we come across?” He asked, crossing his arms. You laughed lightly and went to the basin of water meant for washing, dipping your hands inside of it. “This one’s different Jaime, I can feel it,” You said, your voice full of excitement. “And he didn’t introduce us to his wife first thing. That’s always a good omen for me.” “You said that about the last three Lords-” Jaime grumbled. “How is father supposed to find someone to marry you, when you’re known for throwing yourself at everyone?” “And who are you to speak, when you lay with our sister?” You asked, lightly. There wasn’t much judgment there, but that’s because it was a well known secret among your family. All of you knew. “Don’t you worry, I won’t embarrass you. I’ll make sure that when we leave, dear brother, Lord Stark is going to be thinking very fondly of me.” You smiled as you started to remove the large fur you were wearing, slipping into something smaller, something sleeker. “Very fondly indeed."

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Anything Ned Stark. Second wife, first wife, fluff, headcanons anything. 💚❤💚❤💚 -Maris

Omgg!! Haven’t written much for Ned and haven’t written game of thrones in a while so I rlly liked this one!! I went with 2nd wife HCs for this one.

Being Ned Stark’s second wife would include…

Warnings: AU where Catelyn dies, reference to death, political/arranged marriage, age gap, reference to smut, but it’s skipped over

Gif creds to owner

Almost a full year after catelyn had passed, Ned decided that Winterfell needed a new Lady, and his children needed a maternal figure

Of course, no one could replace Cat, who was the mother of five of his children and kept Winterfell running smoothly while he tended to his duties as warden of the north

So after much deliberation in the Godswood, he visited Lewin’s Solar and had ravens drawn up to the northern Lords

And one to King Robert himself.

it takes several moons, but soon his new bride arrives at Winterfell, accompanied by your Lord father and two of your brothers

The wedding itself is a small affair, with your vows said in the Godswood before the old gods

The children are in attendance, and the eldest among them seem aged beyond their years following the death of Lady Catelyn.

The feast afterwards is quiet, the music played quietly, the guests not yet rowdy.

You sit at the head table at Lord Eddard’s right side, your shoulders weighed down by the great grey cloak of House Stark, and the new responsibilities of the Lady of Winterfell

Soon the children are herded off to bed, and it’s time for the bedding

Your mother had discussed what would happen in the marital chamber in scant detail, so you knew the mechanics

Your father had only told you to do your duty to your house, his jaw tense

But when a rowdy fiddle player tried to liven up the festivities with his bawdy hollering and calls to strip you through the halls, Eddard stood from the table

A cool look from his stern grey eyes was enough to silence the musician

“You may continue the festivities,” he addressed the wedding guests. And although his voice was low and quiet, it commanded respect from all in the Hall.

He then offered his hand to you, and when you slipped your hand into his calloused palm, he guided you up and then down from the platform, through the hall of well-wishers, all bowing their heads to the Warden of the North.

The walk to your new chambers was silent, but not uncomfortably so, and when Eddard held the door open for you, you thanked him in a quiet voice.

“These are your chambers,” he said lowly, gesturing.

They were beautiful, in a rustic, comforting way. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows over the furnishings.

“In here is your sitting area, with your Solar just ahead. Your bed chambers are through that way. Your things have been brought up already, but you have plenty of time to sort all of that out. And you’ll have help, of course,”

You smile gratefully as he explains that you are free to change the appearance of the chambers as you please.

“My own chambers aren’t too far from here,” he adds with a small smile, and you notice the way his eyes crinkle as he smiles.

Together you sit before the fire, sharing a cup of ale, talking of not much at all, but easing into one another’s company.

“Thank you,” you say, setting your cup down. When he looks at you quizzically, you expand. “For before. My younger brother teased me before I came here, telling tales about bedding ceremonies. I knew you wouldn’t allow it, you didn’t for-“ you catch yourself. “You defended the Lady Catelyn’s honour. And I am thankful that you defended mine too, Lord Stark,”

Eddard watches as you talk, the way you handle talking about Cat, his Cat. There is no scorn, no resentment at being a second wife, at being a replacement, at knowing that he did not love you

Not yet, at least

“I would never dishonour you, My Lady,” he tells you, and you smile gently.

He is silent for a moment before clearing his throat. “I will not make you consummate this marriage tonight My Lady. Not if you don’t want to. We can proceed in the coming weeks, if you would prefer,”

“What if I want to?” You asked. “I must do my duty to House YLN and now to House Stark as well. You and I both know this marriage cannot go unconsummated, otherwise our houses are not formally allied,”

Eddard surveyed you for a moment, relieved he had wed a Lady with a wise head on her shoulders, and not a skittish young maid.

“Then I will go at your pace, my Lady, and you must tell me to stop should your mind change,”

You nodded your head in agreement, and together you made your way to your bedchamber

He keeps his word, and the marriage is consummated slowly, dutifully, gently

Afterwards, he holds you, never leaving to return to his own chambers, and had a servant bring wine for you

But when he returns to your bed, he finds you asleep, snuggled into the fur, your face serene and your hair mussed up

With a gentle smile he slides back into bed with you, though it takes him much longer to fall asleep, killed by your gentle breaths

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Being Eddard Stark’s Second Wife • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Request: Eddard Stark second wife headcanon? ❤️❤️❤️ -m — anon

Warnings: fem!reader, heavy canon divergence, mention of dying in childbirth (not reader, no other mention of pregnancy/having children), assumed age gap? Ned stark being THE man <3

A.N: I feel like these are a little short but I actually like this one! I love Ned so much so these were also just fun to write…I hope you like them! :) also I always struggle to find more diverse gifs along these romantic lines and I’m so sorry about that, my works are always inclusive

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You marry Ned Stark after Catelyn dies delivering Rickon, her youngest

Ned certainly did not believe that he would marry again, he was incredibly heartbroken by the death of his wife

Additionally, he now had to look after 6 children and be the Lord of Winterfell

Even though he had servants and teachers and maesters to look after his children and keep them preoccupied, he was still stretched very thin due to stress and lack of sleep

You had been a close friend to the Starks even before Robb was born; some daughter of a lesser known Northern house who had come to Winterfell for a change of scenery

Despite your lower ranking, Ned and Catelyn became close friends of yours

When Catelyn died Ned’s grief almost consumed him; but you were his light in the deep and dangerous darkness that had fallen over his life

While throughout the many years of knowing Ned you occasionally felt a spark, not love, but it certainly wasn’t platonic, you pushed it down, never rushing anything that would harm your friendship and Catelyn in particular

Becoming Ned’s second wife is a gradual process

Ned comes to you almost every day, whether it is due to his grief or to ask your opinion on something, you become even closer than you were before

It takes maybe around 2 or 3 years of mutual pining for the two of you to really acknowledge what’s going on

Robb, Jon, and Arya definitely have a hand in this, they’re old enough to see what’s going on, they certainly drop hints to the two of you

“Tell me, my Lady, why I cannot stop thinking about you…”. He takes off his gloves, just to place his rough palm gently on your cheek. “You are the first thing in my mind when I wake, and the last thing when I finally succumb to sleep.”

“Ned…”

“If you do not feel the same tell me now, before I kiss you,”

The kiss is obviously what starts it, and the wedding comes very quick after that

Ned is very protective of you

With anything

He knows how harsh the Northern wind is, so he makes sure you have the finest furs and the warmest boots

Even if you say you’re fine he will insistently add another layer onto you

He does it with a grin on his face and a kiss on the forehead

Ned loves you so much

He will also teach you how to defend yourself

He is already teaching his children so training you isn’t a problem, he doesn’t like to think about it, but he knows there might come a day where he may not be able to protect you from the evil things of Westeros (or beyond)

His kids are mostly used to you before you end up marrying him

Sansa is really the only one to have a bigger issue with her father taking a second wife but she quickly warms up to you

You know you aren’t their mother and you try not to smother them like you are, but you are protective of them as if they were your own

Ned loves watching you help them with their studies or their interests

He’s seen you sneakily teach Arya how to punch properly

And Sansa’s needlework has improved since you moved into the castle

He adores how you treat Jon no differently than the others, Catelyn always did. He doesn’t blame her, he had to lie to her, but it warms his heart to see you act so kind to him

Ned is a loving husband and he shows that to you every day

He’s always gentle towards you and respects your opinions and what you have to say

He’s truly #NotLikeOtherMen lmao

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[darkestspring]

to have and to hold

a/n: my first request! im honored. this was requested by @gulnarsultan​ for aegon I, maegor, viserys I, baelon, aerys II, rickard stark, eddard stark as yandere spouses. thank you for all your support and love. (i did leave some out that i just wasn’t feeling like i could write)

 Aegon I “The Conquerer” Targaryen

He is the definition of devoted husband. Despite you being his third wife, he adores you just the same. he spends most of his free time with you. Even if you express your distaste or concern, he showers you with endless affection and gifts. Hair pins, books, jewels. Anything your heart desires, he’ll acquire it for you.

Of course, there’s also the fact that you’re not allowed anywhere without him, Visenya, or Rhaenys. Or five guards. It’s better to pretend you aren’t aware that they’re trying to isolate you with only them to keep you company. It’s better to smile and kiss whichever spouse is accompanying you for the day and thank them.

“My heart.” He coo at you, kisses being pressed all over your face and neck. He’s as soft as a targaryen can be when he’s with you. You’re his wife, one of his loves. “I’ll burn all of westeros down if you ask it of me.” he’ll tell you late at night as you hold you in his arms. “I’ll do anything, you need only ask it.” He’ll insist and he will. He’ll give you anything you want. But don’t ask to be free. He’s your husband. You belong with him.

Maegor I “The Cruel” Targaryen

despite the fact that he already had multiple wives, he grew an instant infatuation with you and refused to accept any other outcome than to marry you. after all, what choice did they have? who would refuse a dragon?

he most likely wouldn’t wait for approval or care what anyone else thinks. he’ll marry you in the tradition of valyria with his mother as witness. what you want doesn’t necessarily matter to him. you will be his wife. you will carry his children. he’ll make it so even if he has to spend all day in bed with you.

he’s softer with you than his other wives that’s for sure. he’ll cup his face with his hands and whsiper “My wife.” before kissing you so deeply you feel like you’re drowning. You’ll always be his wife, even after his death you’ll still be his.

Viserys I “The Peaceful” Targaryen

It’s your kindness that makes him keep seeking you out. Your kindness and care towards him makes him want to be around you constantly. He’ll gift you books and scrolls on subjects you both like. He’ll gift you flowers and little trinkets. He’ll sometimes create scenarios in which you seek him out because he wishes to be around you constantly.

He’s always holding your hand, always looking at you with this lovestruck and soft look on his face. He’s not one to isolate you. You’re his wife already. His beloved queen. But in the instance that this person talks badly about you or threatens you, he’ll get rid of them with no hesitation.

When you become pregnant, he’s overjoyed. Proof of the love you both share. “My love.” He’ll let out, his hand gripping onto yours gently as you both smile. “What wonderful news. The happiest news, my darling.” Even if you die before he does, if he is forced to take another wife, he’ll always love you. He’ll consider you his only wife. His only love. The children you have together, his only children. He’ll love you even in death.

Baelon “The Brave” Targaryen

Even before he was your husband and even after, he has a tendency to not leave your side. if someone wants to find baelon, they need only to find you first. whether you’re his first or second wife, he’ll be just as devoted. He basically worships the ground you walk on and doesn’t take kindly to other talking badly about you.

He loves to lay his head in your lap and have you run his hand through his hair, it comforts him greatly. Baelon is mischievous and regarded as brave but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his own mean streak. he’s capable of great cruelty to those who are a threat to you and your safety. You mean a great deal to him so he won’t allow anyone to ruin the life you both have together or your safety.

“Other half of my soul.” He’ll whisper softly as he kisses your forehead. He can’t help but want to give you the entire world. He’ll acquire things that remind him of you to gift you. the moment you’re with child, he’ll devote all of his free time to you. he’s overcome with joy. A baby! a piece of both of you. He’ll place his hand on your growing stomach and be overcome with fondness. He’ll kiss you with all the gentleness in the world. A gentleness reserved only for you.

Aerys II “The Mad King” Targaryen

In the beginning he’s very charismatic, it’s easy to forget that he refuses to let others see you. people who hold conversations with you, that get to hear your voice and see your smile, die at his hand. they don’t deserve you, he’ll tell you. you’re his wife. everything you have, everything you are, is solely his.

If you’re still alive by time he starts to go crazy, you’re the only person he’ll allow to touch him. he’ll cling to you the entire time and refuse to let go. You’re his beloved wife, the only person he’ll trust.

“please love me, don’t leave me. I beg of you.” He’ll whisper into your shoulder as he clings to you. It’s hard to remember that you’re his captive wife. That anyone who even looks at you, he’ll order dead. You don’t say an ything in return as you hold him gently.

Rickard Stark

Rickard is the definition of dutiful husband. He loves you so dearly and wants to have a peaceful life with you. He’ll have warm coats made for you so that you’ll never go cold in Winterfell. Anything you wish for, he’ll acquire. You are his wife.

Rickard’s last thought is of you, whether you are dead or alive, he thinks of you. He’s already failed you, failed his children. He just hopes justice and honor will come. He wishes to see you once more. He’ll thinks about all of the moments you have shared.

“My wolf.” Is his favorite petname, he would cup your flushed cheeks his hands and press his forehead against yours. “I’ll do anything for you. My wife. Wait for me.” It’s easy to forget that rickard’s jealousy of other men leads him to sentence them to death for smiling at you.

Eddard Stark

Eddard is a dedicated husband, he brings the definition of fuck around and find out to life. He outright won’t kill people for simply holding a conversation with his wife but if he believes they’re a threat to his wife, to her safety or to their marriage, he won’t hesitate to do what he has to, to keep his wife safe, his family safe, the north safe. You’re his wife, the only one he wants.

Eddard will show you around the north and tell you about the area, the danger, the places he likes to see. He wants to be happy there, with him. With all the children you’ll eventually have. Once jon comes into both your and his life, you comfort him, you agree to care for him. You feel slightly bad but you vow to care for him as you do your other children.

It’s devastating when he’s executed, your children try their hardest to shield you from the truth. From the schemes and manipulations of others. You try your hardest to think of what he would want in times like these. Of how he would deal with those who threaten the safety of his family. You’ll do what you must. The north always remembers.

[gulnarsultan]

reader with her children robb , sansa , jon , arya and bran stark together

Your sons Robb and Jon always want you to watch their sword practice. Honestly, a lot of people look at you strangely because you accept Jon as your son. Many noble women do not let bastards near their own children, and they hate it. Some even tried to get the bastards killed. But after you held baby Jon in your arms, you treated him as if he were your own. Bran likes to show you he can climb high places. Worrying and making a fuss about him always makes Bran giggle. Arya says how much you want to be a knight instead of a lady. You don't punish her like other moms do when she uses swords, shoots arrows, and does other male activities. You reassure him that he can be both a lady and a knight. Sansa is one of your children who tries to spend the most time with you. She works hard to be a perfect lady like you. She loves that you comb her hair and braid different kinds of braids. She wears it proudly when you sew clothes for her. Rickon spends time on your lap as he is the youngest. You don't get tired of stroking her hair and kissing her cheeks. You stroke the children's hair and kiss their foreheads. You are a mother who has adopted the principle of being a shield in front of them in order to show them the right way, to give them assurance, love and compassion, and even to defend them. Everyone in the north agrees that you are the most perfect mother. Your children are trying to be the best sons they can for you.

[springdaydreams]

ned stark x younger!reader

imagine, it has been a year and a half since catelyn died during the birth of rickon, ned had finally gotten over grieving her and has come to terms with her death no one is pestering him to remarry, life is peaceful, until one day he sees you. You who is the daughter of one of his closest bannermen, you who was accompanying their father to have a meeting with ned stark the second he lays his eyes on you, his mouth goes dry, he suddenly starts to run hot even if its the middle of winter, his toes curling in his boots out of nervousness, gripping the arm of his chair till his knuckles turn white, trying to focus on what your father is saying and not glance at you as you and your father leave he starts to busy himself in his work but as the night rolls in and he’s in bed ready to sleep. His thoughts drift off to you and soon his mind is plagued by images of you, your bewitching eyes, your beautiful hair, your soft lips he would oh so love to ki- he internally slaps himself, you are only a few summers older than Robb and he’s having such tainted thoughts about you, you’re the daughter of one of his closest companions friend, you are making him question his morals, can you blame him though? you are such a prepossessing sight, he thinks as he slowly pulled under the blanket of sleep hoping to see you in his dreams.

there are not enough fics about my man here do him some justice ✊😔

constructive criticism is welcome!

The fic: Questioned Morals

[snax-writes]

Under the hearttree - n. stark // ii. chapter

summary: Eddard Stark did not know when he had made friends with the idea of remarrying. Maybe it had been when with each passing month the thought hurt less, maybe it had been when Rickon started to walk and Ned now had six children running around, making him turn grey, or maybe it had been when your name had come up in conversation and he had remembered a tourney he had visited. You had been there.

series masterlist // asoiaf/got masterlist.

chapter i // chapter ii // chapter iii.

warnings: canon typical violence (description of execution)

word count: 3.3 k

Over the next few weeks, you developed a routine. Ned usually woke up early, when the sun was beginning to rise and casting its first few rays of light. He tried to slowly leave the bed, his arm slipping from your waist and his body lifting from the bed as he got ready to start the day.

You were always a little irritable at this, mumbling a few words of protest as your sleep addled mind became aware of the sudden loss of warmth.

You sat up in bed, the furs pooled around your hips, and you rubbed the sleep from your still half-closed eyes. “Why must you start the day so early?" You muttered.

He turned to you, his eyes travelling over your bare body, his eyes lingering at the soft curves of your waist.

“The day does not wait for me.” He said, buttoning his tunic.

When he was done, he pressed a short kiss to your lips, a hand at your ribs, thumb stroking the swell of your breast.

You hummed into the kiss, pushing yourself up straighter as you pressed into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his rough hand on your bare skin.

He always pulled back too quickly, a small smile on his lips.

“I will see you later.” He said, his voice low and rough. Promise or warning? A good thing any way.

Then he turned and left, and you watched him go, your eyes still heavy. Laying back down, you tried to fall back asleep, but you rarely managed to, your bed feeling strangely empty without his body next to yours. You lay there for a while longer before forcing yourself out of bed, getting ready for the day.

You got dressed for the day before making your way to the dining hall, to break your fast. At this time of morning Ned was there too after already having fulfilled some of his duties.

"Good morning, my lord." You would sit next to him, a hand soothingly stroking through little Rickon's curls as you passed by him.

Ned would lean a little closer to you as you sat down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. He would pass you a cup of ale, and he would chat with the children while you quietly began eating.

"Where are Robb and Jon?" You asked when you noticed their absence.

“They’re outside with Theon, I expect.” He answered. “Doing something idiotic, no doubt.”

You could not suppress a smile. "I don't doubt they got it from their father."

Ned let out an amused hum. “Watch your tongue, woman.” He muttered, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smirk. He shot you a pointed look, his grey eyes holding yours as he took a sip from his cup. There was a hint of something in his gaze, something only you would understand.

A memory from the night before.

You smiled softly.

A few minutes later, Jon and Robb burst into the dining hall, laughing loudly, their shirts and faces streaked with dirt. Theon followed behind them a few seconds later, a wide grin on his face.

“There’s the idiots, now.” Ned muttered, but there was no real anger in his voice, more amused affection.

You giggled.

Robb and Jon’s laughter died in their throats, and their smiles faltered a little when they noticed both their father and his wife had witnessed their grand entrance. Theon continued grinning sheepishly. Ned took another sip from his cup, looking at his sons over the rim, his eyes narrowed.

You chuckled quietly at their sheepish expressions. "Boys, come here."

“Yes,” came their two voices in unison.

They came and sat down at the table, both of them avoiding eye contact with their father. Robb’s ears were red, and Jon was keeping his head down.

Your hand found its place on Ned's thigh. "Be nice." You teased him.

He huffed out a little laugh. “I am always nice.” He muttered, his gaze moving back to the boys. “Why are you both covered in filth?”

The boys exchanged a glance before both of them shrugged. “We fell?” Robb muttered, avoiding his father’s eyes.

“Fell?” Ned echoed, “Fell where? Into the horse manure?”

Robb mumbled a few words that were completely unintelligible, and Jon suddenly found the table very interesting.

Ned watched them for a few more seconds before letting out a huff of a sigh, giving in. "Get cleaned up."

They nodded as they scrambled to their feet, and Ned watched them go, their heads still bowed. “They’re both terrible liars.” He mumbled, taking a long drink from his cup.

"I'm sure that has more to do with your steely gaze." You squeezed his thigh.

He hummed and set the cup back down on the table, his hand moving to yours on his thigh, his fingers gently stroking your skin. “They’re both going to give me grey hair.” He muttered, his thumb continuing to brush circles against your skin.

"Don't worry, you already have those." You murmured, making Arya, who sat across from you, laugh.

“Are you saying I look old, darling?” He arched a brow, a slight smirk on his lips, trying to look offended.

"Distinguished." You corrected.

He huffed out a little laugh. “That’s a nicer word for old.” He muttered, but there was no real annoyance in his voice.

Jon and Robb returned now, still sheepish, their hair still damp from being washed. They sat back down, Robb on Ned’s other side and Jon beside Arya.

Ned sat quietly for a few moments, contemplating both boys. Their faces were clean, but they were still obviously avoiding eye contact with their father. He huffed out a little sigh. “Are you both alright?” He asked gruffly, looking between them.

They both nodded quickly. Robb was very preoccupied with the bread he was tearing into pieces. “And you, Theon?” Ned asked, his eyes moving to the young, gloating Greyjoy.

The boy ducked his head.

“Hmm.” He hummed, still scrutinizing them under his gaze. His expression hadn’t changed, but you could see the slight, almost amused look in his eyes.

“Ignore the man. He is just enjoying watching you squirm.” You noted.

“Watch it, darling.” Ned mumbled.

Robb and Jon both let out sighs of relief as their father’s gaze moved to his wife, their shoulders relaxing.

You laughed, leaning into him, as he settled his big hand at your hip.

He let out a quiet laugh, wrapping a loose arm around you, pulling you closer into his side to press a kiss to the top of your head.

The children continued to chat amongst themselves, and Ned quietly sipped his ale, his hand still on your hip, his thumb brushing over the curves of your body.

He finished his drink and stood up, reluctantly taking his hands from you. “I have to get back to work.” He muttered, a slight frown on his face.

“Already?” Arya protested, her voice slightly whining.

Ned chuckled, and he bent down to kiss Arya on the top of the head. “You will survive.” He muttered, turning to look at your, his expression a little more serious.

"We will see you later, my lord." You nodded.

Ned hummed, his eyes holding yours for a few extra seconds. Then he turned and left, striding across the dining hall, leaving his wife and children to their breakfast.

The rest of the day passed quickly, with Ned doing his usual duties.

In the afternoon, though, he had a few extra moments of free time, and he found you watching his sons' training from the balustrade. He came up behind you quietly, leaning his arms on the balustrade on either side of you, effectively trapping you in.

You tilted your head back. "Do you ever make noise when you walk?" You asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

He let out a low laugh. "No, not usually." He replied, his voice rough.

He pulled your body flush against his now, his arms looping around your body, one of his hands coming to rest splayed wide across your abdomen. You melted into him, enjoying his warmth. Even wrapped in a coat and layers of fur you had been a little cold. His hand was warm against your stomach, burning through the layers of clothes.

"Cold, darling?” He mumbled, his voice thick and rough in your ear, low and quiet.

"Not more than usual." You smiled, turning back to watch the boys.

He hummed, watching his sons spar, a hint of pride in his eyes. Jon and Robb had truly found their equal in each other.

You leant back against him, and he held you a little tighter against his chest, his arms encircling you. "He might not have your name, but he sure has your blood." You commented on Jon, your fingers tracing his forearms.

Ned chuckled, and his hand moved a little higher, spreading across your ribs. “Aye, he does.” He said, his voice a quiet rumble against your ear. His hands splayed wide over your body, his fingers gently traced the underside of your breast.

You giggled softly, laying your hand over his. "Ned, you’ll have me. Be patient."

He hummed, his lips against your temple. “I'm not a patient man.” He mumbled against your hair.

You turned in his arms, smiling up at him. "Oh, you're the most patient man I know, Ned." You stroked a strand of hair out of his face.

He caught your hand in his, his eyes holding yours. “Not where you’re concerned.” He murmured, his voice low and rough. He intertwined your fingers, and brought your joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss against your knuckles.

"Especially where I'm concerned." You stated insistent. “You held me for weeks - happy to just hold me. Any other man would have sooner grown tired of my cold feet pressing against him in the middle of the night.”

He let out a low laugh at your words, shaking his head gently. “As if I could ever grow tired of you.” His eyes scanned your face. “Cold feet, tears in the night, complaining about me being up too early in the morning-”

He chuckled as you swatted half-heartedly at his arm, and moved his hand under your chin, tugging gently so you were looking up at him. “I could never tire of these things.” He mumbled, leaning down to brush another kiss against your lips.

"I love you."

He hummed, pulling you a little closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “I love you.” He mumbled against your hair. “Gods, I love you.”

"Lord Stark." Ser Rodrik's voice came from behind the both of you; you turned to him. "My lady." He nodded to you. "A guardsman just rode in from the hills. They've captured a deserter from the Night's Watch."

Ned's arms loosen around you, his hand coming to rest casually on your hip. He let out a sigh. “Get the lads to saddle their horses.” He ordered.

"Do you have to?" You asked, looking up at him.

He looked down at you, his grey eyes holding yours. “He swore an oath, love.” He said quietly, his hand lifting to gently brush your hair behind your ear, before turning to Ser Rodrik. "Tell Bran he's coming too."

"Ned, he's ten." You protested. "He's too young."

He looked back down at you. “He won’t be a boy forever,” he replied, his voice quiet but stern. “And winter is coming.”

"Then I will come too." You stated.

He let out a huff of a sigh. “You will stay here.” He said, pulling you a little closer. “I will not have you watch a man be executed.” He added, his voice low and rough.

“Ned.”

He gently gripped your chin, making you look up at him, his expression firm. “No.” He said simply.

You turned to the master-at-arms. "Saddle a horse for me too."

Ser Rodrik exchanged a glance with Ned, caught between obeying his lord’s command, and his lady’s.

Ned let out a huff, his eyes narrowing on his wife. “You will stay here.” He repeated.

"You will not patronize me, my lord."

His hands tightened around your hips. “Woman,” He grumbled. “It wasn’t a request.”

"No, I know. It was an order. But I am not one of your men; I am your wife." You squeezed his hand. "Ned..." Your voice softened.

“Gods be good,” He muttered under his breath, his jaw clenching. He was losing this battle, and he knew it. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, his breath huffing out in a sigh. “You will ride at my side, and you will do as I tell you.” He said finally, opening his eyes to look down at you.

You smiled triumphantly; your eyes were gleaming. “Agreed.” You lifted up onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his jawline.

He hummed, his eyes watching you, slightly annoyed at how easily you had won. His thumb stroked idly over your hip.

“Ser Rodrik,” he said, not taking his gaze off you, “saddle a horse for my wife.”

The older knight nodded. “Yes, my lord.”

He departed, going to saddle horses for the small group. Ned’s gaze turned back to you now, studying your expression.

“I don’t like you having to see this.” He mumbled, his hands moving to cup the sides of your jaw, gently forcing you to keep eye contact with him.

"Ned, it is not the first execution I see."

“I know,” He mumbled, his thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw. “But gods, I don’t like you having to see me execute a man.” He said in a quieter voice, his grey eyes searching yours.

You caught his hand, pressing your lips to his palm not breaking eye contact. "'The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.' My father lives by that rule, as did my first husband, Ned. It will be okay."

He swallowed, a mixture of emotions in his grey eyes as he studied you before he let out a sigh. "Let's get to the horses."

You walked across the yard together to where the horses were saddled for you. Ned’s men and his sons were already preparing to leave. Ned mounted his horse, as did you yours – almost effortlessly despite the multiple layers of your skirt.

He gave you a look; if there could only be one thing, he truly found to be attractive about you, it was your lack of fragility. With him you knew you didn’t have to act like a delicate little lady but were as wild and free as a northern woman should be.

Robb and Jon both mounted their horses, and Bran was helped up by Theon. The group set off soon after, Ned and you in the lead, the group of men and boys behind.

Ned watched you as you rode at his side, looking completely comfortable in the saddle, your back straight and shoulders square.

You glanced sideways, noticing his glances towards you, a smirk pulling on your lips, before turning your attention back to the front.

His eyes continued staring at you silently for a few more seconds, before he looked back towards the path ahead. The group continued the way, a heavy silence upon the group, only broken occasionally by the sounds of the horses’ hooves against the ground.

Finally, after riding for quite some time, you approached a group of the Night's watch, one of them the deserter they had captured. Ned dismounted his horse, landing on the ground with ease. He helped you from your horse, lowering you down to the ground.

You went to stand besides Bran, Jon standing on the boy’s other side.

A pair of Stark guards brought the man towards the center of the area, before Ned. "I know I broke my oath. And I know I’m a deserter. I should have gone back to the Wall and warned them, but.... I saw what I saw. I saw the White Walkers. People need to know. If you can get word to my family.... tell them I’m no coward. Tell them I’m sorry." He rambled.

Ned regarded the man for a few moments, his face and expression stoic, before he nodded to his men. They put him down on the execution block as Ned retrieved Ice from its scabbard. His facial expression was defined by a sense of duty.

Beside you heard Jon tell Bran to not look away from the execution.

"In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, I, Eddard of the House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, sentence you to die." With that Ned swung the sword and beheaded the man.

You stayed rigid as you felt Bran wince next to you - but he did not look away. "You did well." You told the boy.

As Jon turned away, reassuring his half-brother with a squeeze of the shoulder, Ned handed the ancestral sword of his house to one of the guards, before he came over to Bran. "You understand why I did it?"

Bran looked up at his father, looking a little shaken but stoic, nonetheless. "Jon said he was a deserter.” Bran answered, his voice quiet but clear.

"But do you understand why I had to kill him?" Ned asked again.

Bran frowned as he listened to his father’s voice, his dark eyes studying the man that raised him. After a moment’s silence, he spoke again. "Our way is the old way?"

"The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword." His father nodded.

Bran continued to look up at his father, watching the man’s expression, studying his face. "Is it true he saw the White Walkers?"

Ned’s shoulders straightened slightly at his son’s question. “The White Walkers have been gone for thousands of years.”

“So, he was lying?” Bran asked, his eyes searching his father’s.

"A madman sees what he sees." His father answered finally before letting Bran get back to preparing his saddle.

You ruffled the boy's hair before you followed Ned to your horses.

Ned helped you mount, his hands wrapping around your hips, supporting you as you settled in the saddle, before grabbing the reigns of his horse and getting into the saddle himself. "We should get back to Winterfell." He stated, not meeting your gaze yet.

You leaned over to him, your hand on his biceps. "Will you look at me first?"

He turned to you, his features and expression slightly guarded, a sign of his usually stoicism. His grey eyes met yours, hesitantly scanning your face, searching your gaze.

"Thank you." You smiled.

A huff escaped him, and a small smile flickered across his face, despite himself.

You rode back to the keep, the boys at the back of the riders, speaking quietly amongst themselves. Ned’s eyes moved back across to you now, studying your face as you rode. You had a faint smile on your lips as you trotted along, the cold air making your cheeks rosy.

From the back of the group the boys’ voices drifted to the front.

“I think they'll need a few winters yet.” You noted. “What does Ser Rodrik always say? They're still green behind their ears.”

Ned hummed, he turned in his saddle briefly, his eyes finding Jon, Robb, Theon and Bran as the gate opened for the group, letting you in. “That they are.” He agreed, the hint of a smile on his lips.

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[rise-my-angel]

More headcannons about the Starks being doms!!! Pleaseeeee!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay starting off saying, all Stark men are doms, just in different ways. But let's start from the eldest down.

Brandon Stark:

Easily a hard dom. He was short tempered and described as very distinctly as having "wolfs blood". He loved fighting and always kept his sword sharp and with him. I have a distinct theory that he was a power bottom, preferring women on top of him but without actually giving them that control. Probably didn't talk a lot, and when he did was just purposely filthy. He also definitly liked to take things rough, considering Barbrey Dustin says this about him.

"I still remember the look of my maiden’s blood on his cock the night he claimed me. I think Brandon liked the sight as well. A bloody sword is a beautiful thing."

That is some hard dom behavior right there.

Eddard Stark:

If there was a Stark who was closest to a switch then the others, it would be Ned. But I think that is more because Ned is just rather vanilla in comparison. There is zero reason to believe Catelyn likes being in charge in the bedroom, but I also think Ned is far more of a soft dom. Not very talkative, probably more intimate, and he doesn't push Catelyns limits. But he does in fact, go hard.

The man gave her five children, and Catelyn literally implies in the first book that Ned fucked her so hard she was in that afterglow pain only a man who goes rough can give.

"Her loins still ached from the urgency of his lovemaking. It was a good ache."

Submissive men do not fuck so urgently they leave their wife laying in bed sore as fuck from getting pounded. Ned is probably the least kinky of the present Starks, but certainly still a soft dom.

Benjen Stark:

We see he has a very dominant personality, how easily he takes control of a conversation and establishes himself as someone to be listened too, but considering he clearly joined the Nights Watch at an early age, it's safe to say Benjen grew up a man whom was just not involved in sexual encounters.

If he did fuck, he'd likely be more of a soft dom with a side that likes to tease and be playful, but I assume he's either never or had very little sexual encounters to say for sure what he'd be like as one. But in his everyday personality, he certainly commands authority when necessary which is proof of dominance enough for me.

Robb Stark:

If there is the biggest example of a hard dom, it's Robb. This man takes you like a goddamn wolf. Flipping you onto your hands and knees, shoving you further into the furs of his bed, going fast enough you can't catch your breathe and rough enough that you feel him well into the next day. He will yank you up to his chest and purposely mutter depraved shit in your ear, mock you for your pleasure knowing it works you up more when he does it. Calling you derogatory sexual terms in bed to keep you in that subspace (he doesnt say them to hurt your feelings you know its all part of a kind of rougher roleplay essentially).

We've seen him take command in every situation. He knows how to seize control of a conversation even with opponents as difficult as Jaime Lannister. He doesn't falter, knowing he has everything in his favour and is sure of himself. Putting men twice his size like Greatjon Umber in his place but still managing to secure his upmost dedicated loyalty at the same time.

Robb probably the most forgets to be romantic in bed, but he makes up for it any other time. It's just in bed, when Robb is fucking you, he is rough and mean. You both know its with love and you both like it, but he is a true hard dom.

Jon Snow:

If his brother is the definition of a hard dom, Jon is the definition of a soft dom. Jon is incapable of being mean to you, truly being mean. He'll never whisper filth for the sake of it, never try to mock or embarrass you, will never use anything close to something derogatory towards you in what he calls you. Jon is passionate, raw, and very intimate about sex with you, and he needs a lot of both skin to skin contact and he needs to be able to kiss you as much as he wants.

But, he is also very controlling. More then he realizes. Jon is unpredictable in bed, because what he wants varies wildly. Sometimes he takes you slowly, but goes for hours to the point he is still inside you as you pass out, which he keeps going. Sometimes, he is rougher then he even realizes. Jon leaves bruises all the time from how tightly his hands grab at you alone, and he goes rough to the point sometimes you almost are pushed too far, but Jon somehow always ends up making you crave it.

You basically will never choose how the night goes. Jon always controls you in bed, and you let him. It works him up to an endless degree that you so completely trust him with you to the point he basically owns your autonomy in bed. He can convince you to do anything knowing you'd let him, and he won't give you what you want because he knows your needs and limits better then you do.

Jon is soft and loving with you in bed, but he is a dom through and through. Jon alone is the one in total control in the bedroom and he will always keep it that way.

[axelsagewrites]

For that Ned Stark request...I was thinking a smut with low-born reader, maybe - I don't really know if your comfortable writing about cheating, or it could be before Catelyn during the war or after - he could be needing relief due to stress or pressure and reader could acting like a bit of a minx...

Ned Stark*MiLord

Pairing: Ned Stark x f!reader

Summary: Ned befriends a baker who helps him manage his stress

Warnings: p i v sex, innuendos, oral m receiving, ig you could say cheating but Cat and Ned are privately separated cause I don't think Westeros would approve of divorce :/ 18+

Word count: 2992

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For that Ned Stark request...I was thinking a smut with low-born reader, maybe - I don't really know if your comfortable writing about cheating, or it could be before Catelyn during the war or after - he could be needing relief due to stress or pressure and reader could acting like a bit of a minx...

It was hard not to be an admirer of the Stark men especially when you were always so close by them. One Stark man that is. ever since your arrival at Winterfell it was hard to keep your eyes off Ned Stark.

You had come to Winterfell a few weeks ago for work and ended up getting a job in the kitchens as a baker. It often meant you were awake before the sun to make the bread for everyone else’s breakfast. However, once you were finished with your work for the day around noon you were free to do as you pleased unless the chef requested your assistance on an extra shift.

One morning for you and night for everyone else you awoke to venture down to the kitchens to prepare the seemingly never endless amount of bread needed for Winterfell. There were other bakers as well of course but you were always the first to arrive at the kitchens each morning.

The moon was still shining brightly over the castle, and you walked slowly to bask in its light. There was no one else awake and wandering the corridors so you didn’t bother to much with your clothes. You had of course thrown on a dress, but your chest was very much exposed in it, something you enjoyed doing but the up tightness of the rest of the North seemed to frown upon. You also opted to carrying your cloak and savour the cold breeze on your walk as once you reached the kitchens you knew you would be sweating till you left them. Any other time of day and you may have felt exposed at your careless dress.

The walk also served as a time for you to try and wake yourself, something you apparently had not been doing well. Perhaps he moved with swift silence or maybe you were too tired to notice but when you turned the corner suddenly you smacked into the man you admired in secret.

It was not a soft bump either as a yelp came from your lips and Ned had to grab your shoulders to steady you, “My Lord, I’m so sorry,” you breathed out, suddenly awake, “I did not hear you,”

“It was an accident don’t fret. I didn’t hear you either” he assured you, his hands lingering on your shoulders. The warmth of his touch comforted you more than his words, “What are you doing up so late?”

“So early,” you corrected with a small smirk, too tired to bite your tongue. Luckily Ned chuckled as his hands fell from your shoulders and suddenly you were cold again, “I’m off to start preparing the bread milord,”

“Ah a baker,” Ned smiled down at you, “I never realised how early you had to wake up,”

“Its hard to get used to,” you admitted, smiling yourself in his company, “But we do what we must. Im sure others have it much harder,”

Neds smile faltered before a sad one replaced it, “We do what we must,” he agreed, “I suppose I should let you get to it,” he said as he turned to walk away.

Without thinking, just wishing for a few more words, your hand shot out to grab his arm gently. Ned turned round with eyebrows furrowed but no anger in his face, “If you don’t mind me asking milord is everything okay? it’s awfully late for someone who has not slept to be awake,”

Ned sighed, “It is,” but you saw him force the smile back onto his face, “I couldn’t sleep very well. My mind is…very active at times,”

“I’m sorry milord,” your hand was still on his arm but slipped down to just above his wrist, your fingers ghosting the edge of the fabric of his sleeve, “If you ever need a friend milord, I’ve been told im an excellent listener,”

“I appreciate that truly, but I do not wish to burden you,”

“Tis not a burden milord. It is my desire to serve house Stark,” you told him, suddenly feeling bolder at how he allowed your touch. You lowered your hand to hold his softly and he let you. “Whether it be in baking your bread or lending an ear or whatever you desire milord. I came to Winterfell to serve,” his hands were rough and callused but warm and you craved his touch when you felt how they were against your own skin.

Neds’ breath caught in his throat, “You honour me…” he trailed off, waiting for you to give your name which you did. “(Y/N),” it sounded so sweet off his tongue, “But I think it is time I found a bed,”

“Very well milord,” you took your hand back from his and you swore you saw him reach for it again before correcting himself, “Sweet sleep milord,” and with that you walked away, deliberately slow with a slight sway in your hips as you felt his eyes on you. however, once you turned the corridor you scurried to the kitchens

That was your first encounter with Lord Eddard but not your last. Occasionally you began to bump into the Lord on your walks to the kitchens. You were beginning to think he deliberately stayed up later to see you but then you had began waking earlier as well. He began to walk you down to the kitchens, sometimes even talking with you in the kitchen as you awaited your fellow bakers. Slowly but surely, he began to open to you.

He told you of the struggles he had with his fellow lords and his general duties but then he confirmed what many had speculated. He had essentially separated from Lady Catelyn after many arguments and fights. She had taken up her own chambers and only spoke to him regarding their children or in front of the other nobles.

From the bags around his eyes, you could tell it had not been an easy conclusion to come to. “It must be so hard to have to sleep alone again,” you said as you walked to the kitchens, Ned by your side.

Ned sighed but nodded, “Aye well I don’t know what else I can do,”

“There’s nothing you can do,”

“I made a vow,”

“It is not your fault she won’t let you love her,” you told him, trying to bring him some comfort, “You swore to protect her, and you have, give her children which you did, you have broken no vow,”

Another heavy sigh fell from his lips. You linked your arm with his, something you knew he was originally hesitant of but not once had someone even seen you walking together so now, he was more open to your touches. “I don’t understand how she could do it,” you said, and Ned shot you a curious look, “If you were my husband, I don’t think I would be able to leave your chambers to start with,” you said with a teasing smile.

Ned chuckled at your boldness. Up until now he had never reciprocated your flirtations or innuendos, you had even noticed him glancing at your chest in the past. He would always chuckle and move on. “If you were my wife, I wouldn’t let you leave them,” this night was different.

“You flatter me milord,” you said, placing a hand to your chest in fake shock.

His eyes lingered on your chest before flickering back up to your face that still wore its teasing smirk, “I’m sure you’ve experienced much flattery before,”

“I have,” your cockiness made him laugh again, “but hearing it from you is the sweetest of sounds,”

“You pay me too much mind,” he chastised with a smile. “I enjoy our early mornings,” he confessed.

You stopped walking, now outside of the kitchen door you would be trapped behind for hours, “As do I. I only wish…” you trailed off, your eyes never leaving his.

“Wish what?” he asked.

Stepping closer, you rested your hand on his chest. You only wished you could strip him of his tunic right there, “That you would finally invite me to your chambers,”

“I- “Ned began to stutter.

 But you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before placing your hand on the handle to the kitchen, “I need to go to work. Goodbye Milord,” you grinned before quickly disappearing into the kitchens leaving a shocked Ned behind.

Perhaps you had went to far when Ned did not appear the next morning for your usual stroll however it got more curious when you learned he did not appear in any halls. The servants and staff at Winterfell were like flies on the wall so it did not take long to hear what had happened. Apparently, breakfast had been tense for seemingly no reason then Ned withdrew completely to the gods wood where he stayed till dinner. While the rest of the Starks dined, he went to his chambers, not even taking a bite of food with him.

Luckily you were friends with the people cleaning up the kitchens after dinner, so they didn’t comment on the food you had swopped into your basket. Even when the halls were busy no one seemed to notice you. you were able to get to Ned’s chambers in no time, somewhere you had dreamed of but never entered.

Before you knocked you pressed your ear against the door listening for any sounds before knocking when you were sure he was alone. “Who is it?” a grumpy voice shouted through the door.

“It’s me milord,” There was silence again for a moment before the door opened revealing Ned in just his undershirt and trousers, “I brought you some supper milord,”

Ned glanced up the empty hallway first before he moved to the side to let you walk in. his chambers were filled with soft greys and blues. He had a fire going in the hearth and the drapes were drawn so only the flames and a few candles lit the room. You noticed how comfortable his four-poster bed looked in comparison to your own cot. The life of a lord you supposed.

“You’re too kind my dear,” he said as he latched the door behind you. he gestured for you to sit at the table he and you complied, placing the basket on the table. “Im sorry I couldn’t make our stroll this morning,”

“Its alright milord. You can make it up to me another time,” you said with a slight smirk as you began to unload the basket onto the table. Ned took a seat across from you as he looked at the mini feast you had brought him, “You spoil me,”

“You deserve it milord. You work harder than anyone else at Winterfell,” you reached out to hold his hand, rubbing your thumb over the rough skin. “I worry about you,”

“You needn’t worry love,” Ned placed his hand over yours, “You’ve already done so much for me. You’ve been a gift from the gods.” You chuckled at his words. You were sure the gods would not approve of what their gift to Ned had been thinking about.

Ned ate some of his food but insisted you ate also. You moved your chair closer during your talk so you would be sat shoulder to shoulder with him. This gave you the perfect opportunity to lean in ways that exposed your chest which Ned was quick to look at. It also allowed for your hand to rest on his arm or shoulder or to wipe something off his face. Any excuse to touch him really.

You were laughing at one of his jokes when Ned smiled down at you, “I’m not sure what your fascination is with me love because no one’s ever laughed that hard at my jokes,”

“It’s not my fault no one else has appreciated you properly Lord Stark,” you leaned closer with a teasing smile. Neds’ eyes locked with yours and slowly you moved ever so closer.

Ned leaned forward slightly, faltering as he did, “We shouldn’t,” he murmured.

“Why not?” you whispered as your nose bumped with his.

“It’s wrong,”

“But how can it be wrong,” your lips were now ghosting over his, “when it feels so right?” Ned swallowed hard as he did his best not to lose composure under your gaze. “Don’t you deserve to relax Ned? To have some fun?”

The words must have got to him cause suddenly his lips crashed onto yours, his hand going to the back of your neck to hold you close. You gasped at first but quickly your lips fell into sink. It was you that introduced tongues but finally Ned didn’t seem to complain. He groaned when you pulled out of the kiss. you pulled your skirt up around your legs to allow you to climb into his lap easier before connecting your lips to his again.

His hands found your knees before slowly making their up your thighs, his fingers squeezing into the flesh at the top of your thighs. You manoeuvred slightly so that your clothed core would be above his cock which you could feel harden under the friction. Without warning you began to roll your hips into his which caused him to half groan and moan into the kiss and for his member to harden considerably more. His hands found your hips to help you set the pace.

“I want you,” you broke the kiss, pressing your forehead onto his, “I’ve been waiting all these weeks,”

Ned gripped your hips and stood up, pulling you with him. You couldn’t help a giggle as he quickly dropped you onto the bed. It was so much softer than you had imagined. Ned stood above you, his hands pulling off his shirt, “Are you sure about this love?” he asked. “We don’t have to,”

You sat up quickly, grabbing him by the waistband of his trousers to pull him closer, “I’m sure. This is what I want. I want you,”

Ned leaned down and placed a hungry kiss to your lips before you helped him rid himself of his trousers, letting his hard cock spring free. Ned crawled above you, kissing your neck, before loosening the strings at the front of your dress and pulling it down off your body, taking your shift with it. “You’re perfect,” he praised as he placed a kiss to your breast, squeezing the other with his hand.

You whined from which touch; your body almost jolting when he took your nipple into his mouth. “Please,” you whimpered under him.

“Please what?” Ned asked, realising your nipple before continuing to trail wet kisses across your skin up to your neck.

You stopped him, taking his face in your hands and looking him in his eyes. You brought his face closer to yours so that your lips brushed against his as you spoke. “Please fuck me,”

Ned’s lips crashed onto yours as his hand went between your bodies to find his cock. He took it in his hands and lined it up at your entrance, his tip rubbing against your wet folds. Finally, after weeks of tension and stress you gasped as he slid into you. a burning sensation took over your as he slowly filled you up. Ned stilled for a moment, his head lowering so he could kiss your neck. “Tell me when love,” he said, his voice husky and his eyes closed.

Finally feeling at ease, with a smirk, you began bucking your hips up, rolling them into his, causing Ned to release a loud groan, “Fuck,” he gasped as he began to thrust into you, his hands at either side of your head, “You feel so fuck- good,” Ned praised as his eyes screwed tighter shut with pleasure.

Your arm wrapped around his neck, pulling his lips to yours again for sloppy kisses as he continued his messy thrusts. Soon ned began to find a rhythm. He broke the kiss to lick his fingers before using them to rub circles on your clit. Moans began to fall from your throat, but Ned silenced them with his own lips. Your nails trailed down his back as you tried to conceal the moans he was causing.

Ned let out his own groans and soft moans which became strangled when your walls began to clench around him. You felt his cock twitching and began to roll your hips to meet him. His thrusts began faster but sloppier. Neds’ lips fell from yours, his head hanging low into your shoulder as he sped up. “Fuck, I can’t fuck,” he gasped as he quickly pulled out and fell to lay beside you, his cock still red and angry.

His hand went to move to his member, but you moved quicker. Without waiting for instruction, you moved to take him into your mouth. Ned gasped as your head bobbed up and down on his hard cock that was still wet from moments before. His hand went to your hair and within a few bobs of your mouth he was coating your mouth with his seed.

He was like a man gasping for air when you came up. “You still need to,” Ned tried to speak but you stopped him, placing a strong but brief kiss to his lips.

“Its okay milord,” you smiled as you held his face in your hands, “Another time?”

Ned grinned at your words, “Aye my lady. Another time for sure,”

No one was quite sure what had happened during Ned Starks seclusion but everyone at Winterfell noticed how much more relaxed he looked the next day.

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 Morning Sunlight // Ned Stark

Summary: Ned savours the moment beside his wife in bed before he has to start the day

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It’s warm under the covers but Ned can feel the chilly winter air that fills the room. It tickles his hand and arm as he reaches it out in front of him, bringing it down to push strands of brown hair out of his face. Your bedroom is illuminated now, the morning sunlight that streams through the window filling up the room. Ned half-sits up in the bed, turning so that he can see your sleeping form beside him. 

Your messy hair is glistening in the morning sunlight. It brightens up the features of your face, bouncing off your cheekbones and making your skin glow. Your arms fill the space between you, one on top of the other and Ned allows himself to reach a finger out and trace it along the skin of your arm. He notices your eyes flutter beneath your eyelids and your head make a soft, faint movement. 

He reaches down, placing a tender kiss to the skin of your neck, just below your ear. He can still smell the freshness of your bath last night. Ned had watched you pour your own floral oils into the water and as Ned lets his lips linger on your skin now, he can smell a sweet mixture of roses, lavender and jasmine. His nose tickles your ear and he feels you stir more. When he pulls away, he notices your eyes are open.

You don’t say anything but instead reach a hand up, running your fingers along the gruff beard on his face. There is a faint, warm smile on your lips and Ned can’t help but bend down and place a kiss to them. 

“Good morning, my love,” he whispers against your lips. When Ned goes to pull away, you instead guide his face back and place a kiss to his nose. Your hands fall to his chest and he leans back so that he can see your face again. 

Ned pulls the covers off of himself, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed. But before he can stand, you grab hold of his hand. “Do you think Maester Luwin will care if your a little late to your morning meeting?” 

Ned raises an eyebrow. “Why? Is there something on your mind?”

You pull yourself to kneel on the bed beside him, your fingers moving to grab the edge of his nightshirt. “Maybe a little something.”

Ned chuckles and presses his lips to yours again. This time, however, he does it a little more passionately. His hands find your waist, and he turns you over so that your laying on the bed below him.

“I’m sure Maester Luwin will be fine.”

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

It wasn’t unusual that you, as the absolute middle child of Tywin Lannister, younger than the twins but older than Tyrion, accompanied them on their trips to these large cities, but it was rather rare that you enjoyed yourself on them. Fortunately for you, Winterfell had something more interesting than the others, and it wasn’t just the brisk air that came through the windows and brought shivers the spine. It was the Lord of Winterfell himself, handsome, manly, strong.

A lovely feast was put on, and you were sat near the Lord of Winterfell, Eddard Stark. His wife looked quite .. uninterested in the proceedings, much like your sister Cersei was, but you were taking part, asking questions about the land, even engaging with his children. But your main focus was on ‘Ned’ himself.

Cautiously, but definitely flirtatiously, you took a drink from your goblet of wine and leaned across to talk to him directly, after your brother in law, The King, spotted some full-buxom young ladies to give your attention to. You smiled at him, licking the red off your lips. “I have a question, Lord Stark.”

“What’s that?” Ned said, keeping his cool, though you did detect a little flush upon his cheeks - though that could be from the warm fire, or the nick of cold against his nose.

You grinned, knowing that this question was probably crossing a line. “How do you stay warm in the winter - is body heat really the trick to survival?”

There it was - that pink glow deepened on his cheeks, bringing out the darkness of his facial hair. “It is ... certainly one of the more helpful practices, yes,” He said.

I smiled at him warmly. “Indeed? Well, I may just have to try that tonight.”

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Give Them A Chance - Robb Stark

Robb x fem!reader Baratheon/Lannister

Warnings: GOT

Word count: 1,362

Summary: Robb and Y/n don’t know that their fathers plan to betroth them. But Ned has a reason for not telling. Will his reason work?

Authors Note: Takes place in like the first episode of season 1 Game Of Thrones. Like right after the whole “You got fat” lines.

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Y/n watched the exchange between her father and his friend Ned Stark Warden of the North. It was very odd but she thought it was nice that they were such good friends that they still joked around with each other. She didn’t see her father act so freely like this often. It was a rare welcome sight.

“So I take it this is your oldest.” King Robert sighed looking at the eldest of Ned’s children with a scrutinizing gaze before breaking out into a smile.

“Yes, this is Robb.” Ned introduced his oldest son to his friend.

Robert slapped a hand on the young man’s shoulder, smiling widely. “You're a handsome young lad.”

Robb tried to contain his blushing that he was sure he was doing. “Thank you, your Grace.”

“You should meet my oldest. Y/n!” Robert called over his oldest daughter, but not before sparing a knowing glance to Ned. As Y/n came to stand next to her father, smiling politely at the Stark family before her. “This is my oldest. A year younger than you I believe.”

“Princess.” Robb bowed, before looking at the princess. She had caught his eye when she first entered Winterfell on horse back alongside her uncle. He could not deny she was gorgeous, and he couldn’t believe how fast he had started to fall for her.

“Mi’ Lord.” Y/n curtised, biting her cheek. Thus Robb Stark was by far one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. And she had seen a lot of people growing up in KingsLanding. She wondered if his personality was as nice as his looks.

“Would you like a tour of  Winterfell?” Robb asked, offering a way for them to talk and get to know each other a bit. He also was one of the most qualified people to show her around.

“I would love one.” She smiled. Looping her arm through his and the two young adults that in some ways are still kids went off exploring.

While the two went off getting to know each other and everyone else did God knows what, King Robert and Net Stark headed down to the crypts.

“Have you told your son?” Robert asked once they were done talking about Ned’s sister. The King was curious if his friend's son had offered to show his daughter around on his own or out of duty.

“Not yet.” Nod squinted, he didn’t like the idea of taking this choice from his son. But the other part, this was a good alliance, and you don’t deny a king.

“And why not?” Robert had told Ned of the idea to marry their oldest months ago. But to be fair he didn’t tell his daughter either.

“Because I wanted to give them a chance to fall in love before knowing they might be betrothed.” Ned explained his reasonsings, and even though Robert would never admit it he admired Ned’s heart and how he was trying to make this a better situation for their children. It was better than just throwing them together.

“Very well. I didn’t tell my daughter either. She would’ve fought me on coming.” He chuckled. Y/n would’ve tried to fight him or talk him out of it, and it might’ve worked even the slightest. Out of all his children she was the only one that had a somewhat relationship with him.

“They’d be more reluctant if they knew about what we had planned. The two of them being in the dark might lead to them actually gaining feelings for the other.” Ned just hoped that the two would get close and at least see they could make a marriage work. But he was truly hoping that maybe they could fall in love on their own and there wouldn’t be any hard feelings or reluctantness.

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It had been a few weeks and things seemed to be working out for Y/n and Robb like Ned had hopped. Y/n seemed to fit right into the Stark family. She got along with all his children and they all act as if she’s one of them. Things between Robb and Y/n had taken some people by surprise. The two had been spending almost all their time together. They only separated to sleep it seemed like.

Ned was happy to see they had a lot in common. The two went horseback riding constantly and Y/n seemed to know how to use a bow and a sword no doubt thanks to her uncle. They didn’t even eat apart at meals.

Today Robb and Y/n had gone out riding, once they were far enough away from Winterfell the two dismounted their respective horses walking along next to each other.

“Are you having a good time in Winterfell Princess Y/n?” Robb asked, hoping that the time they’d spent together had been as enjoyable for her as it was for him.

Y/n smiled, nudging him teasingly shoulder to shoulder. “Yes, I am as matter of fact. My favorite part is the company.”

Robb blushed looking down before looking back to her. Robb had no idea why she could so easily make him react like that, but she could and he didn’t mind it. “You flatter me y/n.”

“You’ve been flattering me the whole time I’ve been here. It’s only fair.” Y/n smiled. As they came to the set of trees that they had made their spot over the time she had been in the North.

Robb just stood there watching her for a moment. He never expected to fall in love with her when he first found out the King, Queen, and their children were coming to visit. But he had and he didn’t regret it. “If I may be bold and speak my mind, Princess?”

Y/n nodded, smiling back at him as she turned to face him. She noticed how he wasn’t right next to her and Y/n wondered what had made him stop and if it had to do with what was on his mind. “Go ahead. I won’t stop you.”

“During your time here in Winterfell I have become quite taken with you.” Robb stated walking over to her. He looked in her eye’s trying to notice how his works were being taken.

“And I you.” Y/n blushed, biting her lip at her response back to him admitting his feelings for her. Which she reciprocates.

“I have a proposal for you Princess Y/n Baratheon.” Robb felt an air of convenience hit him at Y/n admitting she feels the same.

Y/n furrowed her brow, it confused her on why he was using her title and first and last name. “Go on Lord Stark.”

Robb took a deep breath, he knew what he wanted he just hoped she wanted it to. “We may not have known each other for very long or very well for the most part. But I would like for us to get to know each other better over time. If you’d like that of course.”

“I would.” Y/n nodded liking where he was going with this so far.

“Would you  also like it if we could become husband and wife, Lord and Lady.” Robb stepped right up to her, reaching out to intertwine their hands. Looking into her eye’s Robb reached up with one hand leaving the other one still in hers, he cupped the side of her face, “Would you do me the great honor and become my wife? For all my days till the end of my days?”

Y/n reached up with her free hand and cupped the back of his neck, while squeezing his hand holding hers. Looking up into his eyes with what could only be happiness and adoration Y/n answered. “I would love to.”

In her short time visiting the North Y/n had really connected with the Starks and of course Robb the most. Yes, she’d miss her siblings (minus Joffrey) and she'd miss her uncles but this felt like the better place for her. And as long as she has Robb, Y/n will always be happy.

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Being Eddard Stark’s Second Wife

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Being Ned Starks wife

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Marrying Ned after Catelyn's death was not easy and you knew this coming into the relationship. Your father was close friends with Ned, so to help stave off unwanted advances from other houses he offered you.

You knew Ned didn't love you, that this was solely a political move to strengthen both your houses, but you refused to let that get to you. This was your life now and you'd do your duties to the best of your ability.

The first few months after the wedding Ned requested that you slept in separate rooms and you respected his decision. It gave you time to settle into the home but left you quite lonely.

You found yourself watching over the younger children. Rickon, being too young to really know his mother, latches onto you quickly as well as Bran. While Bran knew his mother, he confided in you that they never got to spend time with her the way you were able to. This told you all you needed to know to take care of these kids and hopefully make your husband happy. 

In the mornings before breakfast, you made it a habit to greet Ned and wish him well on his daily activities. With Rickon on your hip, you and Bran would spend time reading in the library until the older boys came to train with him. Watching them shoot arrows and spar together was exciting, and more than once you found yourself cheering them on. 

You didn’t see it but soon the boys started competing to see who could get you to cheer for them.

Some days you'd sit in on Sansa and Arya's stitching lessons and honestly you could use the lessons as well. Showing off your horrendous stitches made both of the girls laugh and feel better about their own. Sansa felt a sense of pride whenever you complimented her stitching and once gifted you a beautiful flower bouquet she made.

Arya, of course, felt that once again she was being looked over for her sister. You could easily spot the hurt within her and went out of your way to compliment her on the things she was good at even if they weren't "proper".

One day, she sneaks off to the training area and tries shooting arrows. You discover her and instead of calling her back inside you decide to assist her with the little knowledge you’ve picked up from the boys. The first time she gets a bullseye she runs up to you giving you a tight hug. You both hear clapping in the distance and notice Ned standing off to the side with a brilliant smile on his face. 

That night Ned asks you to his room for the first time since your wedding night. It caught you off guard but you gathered yourself and made your way over. It started off innocent with the both of you laughing and sharing stories about the kids. Then the discussion of your wedding night comes up, and how it was never truly consummated (because he’s a gentleman and didn’t want to pressure you). A glass of wine later and you both find yourselves under the sheets entangled in each other.

From that day forward you started sleeping in his room together. 

The way this man can balance all his responsibilities and still be doting and loving is crazy.

Life with Ned is peaceful. He wakes you up in the morning with a kiss on the cheek, and prefers you to call him Ned in private. It wasn’t often you both had alone time but when you did it was spent reading to each other or talking about the day you had. He loved watching you with the kids, especially the younger ones.

On more than one occasion he’s had to break up a disagreement between the kids only to find out it’s about who can spend more time with you.

He couldn't help but smile at the small piece of happiness he's created with you here.