#fandompuff’s smut tember

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Smut-Tember day 30- Thigh-riding with Simon Bassett

Warnings: thigh riding/humping, waking up horny

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After being married for several weeks, you were learning more and more about the joys of the marriage bed. Right now, you were on cloud nine, you mind foggy with desire as your hips moved, a firm, masculine wedge between your thighs- if only you could get it closer, get something inside you… but right now you were content with the slowly building pleasure in the pit of your belly, that only grew stronger as your hips rocked and bucked…

“Yn, wake up…”

You were pulled from your slumber by your husband’s raspy morning voice- although it sounded a little more strained than normal. Slowly, it dawned on you what you had been doing: grinding your clit onto your husband’s strong thigh- in your sleep.

“I- Simon- I-“ you stuttered, your own voice tight with embarrassment and the pleasure that was still pulsing dully between your thighs.

“Don’t apologise…” he groaned, and from the rustling of the bed linen, you could tell that he was palming his cock through his thin cotton shorts. “Here…” he said, grasping your legs and pulling you atop him. However, you were straddling only one of his thighs, rather than his narrow hips. Puzzled, you looked down at him, nibbling your lip. “Go on,” he urged, and smiled softly as your mouth dropped into an ‘o’.

“Really?” You whispered, cheeks flaming. “Would you not like to be… inside me?”

Simon smiled softly. “No. Not yet. I want to watch you take your pleasure on my thigh… just like you were before,”

With your lip between your teeth, you nodded, and slowly, you lifted your night dress over your head, tossing it aside. Simon gulped, licking his lips as he saw the movement of your breasts as the thin cloth was removed from your body. He was tempted to tug you down and suckle on your sensitive nipples, but he resisted (for the time being), fixated on watching you hump his leg like a bitch in heat.

Slowly, your brow furrowed in concentration, you began rocking your hips, the angle a little different from before, but pleasurable all the same. With a low moan, you settled into your rhythm, the small frown crinkling your brow being replaced by one of pure pleasure.

“There we go,” Simon praised, drawing your attention back down to him. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look, taking your pleasure on my leg,” Whimpering in reply, you grasped for his hand, which he brought up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “I can feel you pulsing on me, you sweet, naughty little thing. I can feel how wet you are… I wonder what you were dreaming, if it got you this worked up…”

“Simon…” you whined out, your breath coming in short pants. “I’m- oh, god…” you moaned, your movements becoming erratic as you climbed closer and closer to your climax. With a groan, Simon tugged you down, his lips crashing against yours as he swallowed you cries of ecstasy, holding your hips down against his leg as you rode out your high.

Shuddering, you pulled away, burying your head briefly in the crook of his neck, before moving to sling one shaky leg over his hip so you were straddling him fully.

Laughing, Simon reached down to squeeze your buttocks. “My, you’re insatiable, wife,” he murmured, closing his lips once more.

“Don’t deny that you love it, husband,” you teased, albeit breathlessly, already rocking your hips against his hardened length.

“I don’t deny it at all,” he said, rolling you over onto your back, dragging your legs up around his waist. “Now let me do the work,”

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Also @pinkandblueblurbs and @epaige0914 I think u will like this one too 🥺

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Day 1- Reunited sex with Severus Snape

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by Fandompuff

Emotions run high after Severus is released from the Hospital Wing following the Battle of Hogwarts

Words: 796, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Smut-tember 2021

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Severus Snape, Reader, Original Female Character(s), Female Reader - Character

Relationships: Severus Snape/Reader, Severus Snape/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Reunited Sex, Severus Snape Lives, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Emotional Sex, Vaginal Sex, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Contraceptive Charms

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Smut Tember day 29- spanking with Anthony Bridgerton

Warnings: spanking, period-typical attitudes towards women (again, it’s set in the early 1800s), fingering, sir kink, degradation

Anthony makes my head go brrr

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“Do you have any idea just how stupid that was?”

You rolled your eyes at the viscount’s temper, a move which only made him bristle more.

“He was being an ass, Anthony. I merely pointed it out,” you argued, folding your gloved arms over your chest. “Besides. He had wandering hands. I’ve done the girls and the mamas of this Ton a favour. No one wants a lecherous old man like that to be their husband,”

Anthony pinched the bridge of his nose. “Whether Mr Ericson is an ass with wandering hands or not is none of your concern. You embarrassed me, and my family, in front of the entire Ton. I am positive that blasted Whistledown woman will have something to say,”

Again, you rolled your eyes. “Oh please,” you said. “I’m as much a part of your family now as anyone else. And besides, Whistledown won’t be bothered about me and Mr Ericson. I am already married, and it’s a well known fact that he isn’t liked. Just…”

“Just what, Hm?” Anthony said, his brow arched as he stepped over to you, a dangerous, dark, thrilling look on his face.

You took a deep breath and unfolded your arms. “Just relax,” you said smoothly, although your shaky breath betrayed you.

“That’s enough. Upstairs. Now,” he demanded, pointing into the hallway for good measure.

“Oh for goodness’ sake,” you hissed. “You cannot sweep me off to bed and take me every time we argue,”

“Oh believe me,” he growled, grasping onto your wrist. “We’re not going to bed,”

***

“Anthony, please!” You cried, wriggling, almost kicking your legs. “I said I am sorry!”

Anthony stopped his movements only briefly, leaning down to mutter into your ear. “And I said I wasn’t finished,”

With one forearm resting across your lower back to keep you in place, Anthony had you bent over his lap in a most unladylike position, his other hand alternative between hitting each cheek, often in rapid succession. While most of the spanks had been on the soft, cushioning flesh of your bottom, he had started to move slightly lower, his large hand landing stinging slaps on the back of your upper thigh.

His sleeves were rolled up over his forearms, but aside from that, he was properly dressed, shirt buttoned pristinely and cravat tied tightly. Your constant wriggling, however, was causing his cock to stir in his tight trousers, and you were beginning to feel it. The mixture of your undignified position, the burning mixture of pleasure and pain being enforced onto your bottom, and the feelings of Anthony’s hardening cock beneath you had your head spinning, and your cunt dripping.

“What’s this?”

You moaned weakly in response, your whimpers and cries soothed as he rubbed gentle circles over your tender, burning skin.

“Have you… enjoyed your punishment?”

“Y-yes, Anthony…” you whined.

SLAP!

“Who?”

“Yes, Sir,”

Anthony gave an amused hum as he resumed his gentle massage of your bottom, admiring your glistening cunt. Gently, he knocked your thighs slightly apart, enough for him to dip one thick finger into your wetness, making you whimper quietly and lush your hips back to get more.

“It seems you certainly did,” Anthony said casually, now easing a second finger into you, pumping them slowly, almost torturously slowly. “You’re absolutely soaked, darling,”

You gave a little cry as he began crooking his fingers slightly, the digits now massaging your most sensitive spot until you saw stars.

As you shuddered down from your high, Anthony withdrew his fingers, sucking them clean with a repressed groan. Carefully, he manoeuvred you to sit on his lip, smiling softly as you whined at the feeling of his trousers scratching your sore bottom.

“‘M sorry,” you mumbled, hooking your arms around his neck.

He smiled gently and kissed your cheek, his fingers trailing up your spine slowly, making you shiver. “I know. You’re forgiven. But I’m not done with you yet,”

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Smut-tember day 22- overstimulation with Tormund Giantsbane

Warnings: overstimulation, rough sex, bit of a size kink, being overheard (because Tormund doesn’t give two shits) probs a bit crap bc I’ve never written Tormund

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One thing was for certain: Tormund had stamina.

You silently cursed the giant that had suckled him, and the sour goats milk he had been guzzling all his life, and the harsh conditions beyond the wall for making him so damn strong.

As you lay beneath him, your eyes clenched shut and your face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain, you began to wonder if your body could take much more of the broad red-headed man above you.

“T-Tormund, I can’t!” You whined out, although your bucking hips and clutching hands told him otherwise.

“Can’t what, little one?” He asked, his eyes crinkling as he grinned, teeth bared like a dog as he fucked you roughly, dragging your hips up and yanking a pillow from beneath your head to shove underneath them. “You’re doing just fine for a southerner,”

You let out a growl, digging your nails into his arms. “I’m a fucking northerner,” you said, trying to sound serious, but as he pounded his hips, the syllables came out rough and broken.

“No,” he grunted, bending over you to leave yet another mark on your neck. “You’re fucking a northerner,”

With one hand still holding your hips firmly to his, Tormund licked the fingers of his free hand, before rubbing rough circles over your sensitive, swollen clit, letting out a half-laugh, half shout as he felt your cunt spasm again. He watched your eyes roll back into your skull as you tossed your head back, sobbing with pure, burning pleasure as you came for the umpteenth time, only this time he joined you in your ecstasy. With a few last thrusts, he was emptying himself into you, his brutal thrusts faltering as he rode out his high.

Moaning as he pulled out of you, you reached for him, trying to get used to the sensation of emptiness after what felt like hours of being full. But Tormund shuffled downwards, holding your thighs apart. As you stared at him questioningly, he eased two fingers into your clenching hole, laughing at you desperate whine. As he lowered his mouth to your clit, his tongue already flickering out to taste you, beard stimulating your inner thighs, he looked you dead in the eye, and said, “I’m not finished with you yet, girl,”

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Smut-tember day 4- Breeding Kink with Lucius Malfoy

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, rough/jealous sex

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Ministry parties usually ended this way: you, on your hands and knees with Lucius pounding into you like a dog in a rut.

Lucius Malfoy did not like to share. He detested the way the sleazebags in the governing offices would practically slobber over you, even though you were quite proudly holding onto his arm. He despised the looks that others gave you, practically undressing you there and then.

So when the bedroom door slammed shut and he demanded that you strip, you knew instantly that he was jealous. And what better time to rile up your husband than when he was already brimming with pent up, feral desire.

“I don’t care what it takes,” Lucius growled, hunching over your back, each word punctuated with a harsh thrust that had you jolting forward and whimpering. “But I will show every fucker that you are mine,”

Your cunt fluttered and you arched your back, eager for more, eager to take him deeper. “Please!” You gasped, elbows juddering slightly. Lucius smirked, hoisting you up by your hair, your back pressed flush against his chest, allowing you to grind down on his cock as he wrapped his arm around your middle. “Please, Lucius, make me yours!”

“Silly girl, you’re already mine,” he reminded you, grasping your left hand and holding your intertwined hands up, the glint of your wedding rings catching your eye.

“I-I know!”

“Then what on earth are you begging for, darling?” He groaned, the posh drawl of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“I…” you began, wriggling as you felt the shift of his cock deep inside you. “I want…”

“Come on now, pet, I cannot give you what you crave if you do not tell me,” his rumbling whisper was accompanied by a skilled graze of your clit with his calloused pad of his thumb.

“I want you!” You groaned, arching your back. Before he could give you a snarky comment that you already had him inside you, you looked up, mouthing at his neck briefly before clarifying. “I want your come, Lucius, want to feel it inside me. I-in my womb… I want… want you to…”

Lucius grunted, his dick twitching inside you at the sheer eroticism of your words. “You want me to breed you, darling?” He growled, already slowly withdrawing his cock before slamming it back into you. “You want me to fill you up to the brim with my seed?” Your eyes rolled back and you nodded, moaning a pathetic ‘yes!’ as your head lolled back on his shoulder, stray strands of his long blonde hair tickling your neck and face. “Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me, YN… I’m going to fill you with my come, like you begged… and you’re going to grow round with my child, and every day I will fuck you hard as your belly swells and your pretty tits fill with milk… fuck!”

He was coming, true to his word, filling you with his hot come, riding out his orgasm in your tightening channel, reaching his hand down to toy with your clit until you shattered, screaming your release and milking his cock of everything he had, eager to stuff yourself full of him.

“Lucius…” you whined as he pulled out, and if it weren’t for the arm around your middle, you would have pitched face-first into the pillows.

“Shhh, sweetheart, I know,” he said gently, easing you onto your side, wrapping his arm around you. “Are you alright?”

“‘M more than alright,” you said, practically glowing with the aftermath of your release. As Lucius reached for his wand, you grabbed his wrist. “Just… just do the contraceptive one,” you mumbled, biting your lip. “Wanna feel your… wanna be full,” Lucius smiled softly, doing as you asked, before turning you around to cuddle into him.

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Smut-Tember Day 1- Reunited sex with Severus Snape

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Warnings: smut, reference to injury (nagini bite), mentions of scarring, snape lives AU

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“Severus?” You barrelled into the private room to the side of the hospital wing, eyes wide. “Is he…” you turned to madam Pomfrey as you saw the empty bed, your mind instantly jumping to the worst conclusion.

“Am I what?”

You let out a shuddering breath as Severus returned from the en suite bathroom, a glass of water in hand. His voice was hoarse (no surprises there, given the scarring around his throat) and through his treatment and trial he had gotten skinnier, more scrawny and haggard but… he was your Severus and he was back.

“Poppy, am I free to go home to my wife, or do you need to pour more potions down my poor throat?” He asked the mediwitch, a good-natured glint in his eye.

Poppy rolled her eyes and swatted his arm gently, warning him not to strain himself, though her words fell on deaf ears as she watched you retreat, severus’s arm wrapping around your waist, holding your firmly to his side.

***

“Fuck,”

The curse tumbled from your lips without a second thought as Severus backed you up against the bedroom door. His long fingers worked their way up your blouse, until it fell to the floor, while you were extremely grateful for his choice to wear a loose T-shirt rather than his usual buttoned frock coat. As his chest was revealed to you, you bit back a gasp; although you were used to the silvery scars on his abdomen, nothing could have prepared you for the full extent of nagini’s bite. Though the initial would had scabbed and scarred over, his sallow skin was bruised, his veins showing black from where the venom had seeped. “Poppy says it will take months to heal completely,” he murmured as you’d fingertips ghosted over the spider’s web of veins that spanned across his shoulder and chest.

“My… beautiful, brave husband,” you whispered, looking up at his dark eyes and blinking away tears as you lowered your head to ghost kisses over his chest. “So strong,” you said. “I love you, Severus,”

Severus gave a small sigh of relief. “I love you too, YN. I kept going only for you,”

You were both crying, your tears mingling as you kissed. Your heated fever from before had dissipated into slower, gentler passion, yet it burned hotter than ever. You helped each other out of the remainder of your clothes, stopping to kiss and caress each newly revealed bit of skin, re-familiarising yourselves with your bodies.

As Severus lay back among the pillows, you moved to straddle him, gently lowering your weight onto him, and he whined at the feeling of your wetness on his shaft after so long, his hips bucking subconsciously, wanting to be inside you, for your bodies to be joined once more.

“YN, please,” he groaned, his fingers scrabbling to hold onto your hips. “I-I won’t last long,”

“It’s fine, sev,” you whispered, guiding him into you. As you slowly slid down onto him, you let out a long moan, mirrored by Severus. Gasping, you began to rock your hips slowly, not wanting to go full throttle just now; it had been so long, and you wanted to feel truly connected with your husband for the first time in almost a year.

Admiring your heaving breasts, Severus took hold of your hands, intertwining your fingers before kissing your knuckles gently, and you allowed yourself to fall forward, knowing he would catch you. You buried your head into his neck (the ‘good’ side), kissing his throbbing pulse over and over as your hips rocked and circled along his length, aided by his slow thrusts. Severus moaned, burying his face into your hair and kissed the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you and holding you impossibly closer to his body, rubbing soothing circles as your breathing grew louder and more laboured, and he felt your knees gripping his hips, your heat gripping his length.

He could not warn you that he was about to come, his breath catching in his throat as his toes curled and he spurted his release into your waiting channel. You whimpered into his neck, and with a few more wriggles of your hips (and his thumb pressing against your clit) you too were tumbling off the edge of pleasure, fresh tears streaming down both of your faces as you called out your love for one another.

Gently, you dismounted, snuggling into Severus’s side as he cast the cleaning and contraceptive charms with a well practiced flick of his wand. 

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered, reaching to squeeze his hand.

“I’ve missed you too,” he replied, swiping away your tears with his knuckle, despite the tears glinting on his own cheeks. “I’m never leaving you again, my love,”

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Smut-tember Day 10- Toys with John Shelby

pairing: John Shelby x reader

warnings: use of toys (riding a dildo :p), probs historically inaccurate, degredation but also praise, crying

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Staring at the rubber phallus suction cupped to one of the wooden dining room chairs (which John had hauled upstairs especially for you) you felt your tummy- and more intimate parts- clench in anticipation.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" John smirked. "Think you can manage that? I bet you could... you manage mine just fine," he nudged you a little closer to the toy, and you bit your lip hard.

"It does look about the same size..." you murmured, reaching out absentmindedly, not really paying attention to what John was saying as you wrapped your hand around the shaft, gasping a little as it moved- you had expected it to be stiff and unyielding, but this, much like John's cock, moved with your hand, although you noted that there wasn't the erotic pulse of arousal that John's cock gave when you took it in hand, nor did it have the familiar ridges and veins that stimulated you so well. Still... it couldn't hurt to try.

"So... you just want me to... use this?"

"That's right, sweetheart. Want you to ride that cock just how you ride mine. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded quickly, eager to impress. "Of course I can!" you said indignantly, making john chuckle. "What about you?"

"Oh, I'm gonna watch, pretty girl. And believe me, I'm gonna enjoy the show,"

***

“John…” you whined, your thighs trembling as you tried to close your legs, but one look from him told you to keep them spread. “John please…”

“What’s wrong, love?” He cooed, sitting a few feet away at the edge of the bed, thick cock in his fist as he stroked himself languidly.

“I can’t!” You moaned, cheeks hot and eyes pricking with frustration. Your thighs burned from the constant up and down motion of your bouncing, despite your alternating between bouncing and grinding, and although it felt good, it just wasn’t the same. It was not what you were used to, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get the same sensations from riding this fake cock as you could from straddling your husband and rocking to and fro, with him bucking his own hips below you, or slamming yours down.

“What’s that, Princess?” He asked, his smirk lacing through his voice. “What exactly can’t you do?”

You groaned, head tipping back in frustration as you dug your nails into your thighs. “Can’t… can’t do this, Johnny…”

“Aww…” John cooed, standing up and stepping completely out of his trousers. Instantly your eyes darted to his rouged cock, jutting out from his body and slicked up with his precum. “Need me to help you?” His fingers grasped your chin, forcing your to look at him, your eyes glossy with tears of frustration.

“Yes!” You whined in exasperation. “Need you t’help, need your cock… ‘s much better than this!” John watched as a single tear slipped from your eye, clinging briefly to your lash before trickling down your cheek. Gently, he swiped it up with his thumb, before pressing the digit to your lips, smiling as you suckled the salt from his thumb.

“Alright,” he said. “C’mon, lemme help you up,” you moaned and nodded, letting him ease you up and off the toy. “Fuck me, YN… look at the mess you’ve made,” he grinned, smirking at the wetness you had left on the toy, and on the chair, which was (thank god) wooden. With a whine of embarrassment, you hid your face in his chest, feeling your cheeks flame at the humiliation of your arousal being so out in the open. “Don’t get all shy on me now, pretty girl… you put on quite the show for me just then… I think it’s time for your reward,”

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Smut-tember day 23- Double penetration with Sherlock Holmes

Warnings: smut including use of butt plugs, reference to cockwarming

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“You really think you can manage both?” Sherlock smirked as you eyed up the butt plug sat, brand spanking new, in its box. Sherlock had bought this one for you off the internet; it was a rather pretty colour, dark blue with a wide flared base that would surely stimulate your perineum too. But it was also larger than the one you already had, both in length and in girth, and as you nibbled your lip, you found yourself wondering if Sherlock was right to tease.

“Shut up,” You said stubbornly. “Of course I can manage both,”

Sherlock grinned, watching as your chest rose and fell a little more quickly, as you began to perspire ever so slightly. “And are you positive you can handle one that size? Or should I get the other one out of your drawer?”

“Shut up, Sherlock,” you said, pouting. “I’ve had your cock up my arse, haven’t I?”

“Hmm… and you were shaking and crying and begging for me to fuck your arse right there on the couch when you were meant to be sitting still,” he said, undeterred by your crudeness. Usually such vulgar language would fluster him at least a little, but he was getting used to it, and he was catching on to what made you flustered.

You were silent for a moment, before looking up at him. “Is John due back soon?” You asked.

“Like that’s stopped us before,” Sherlock replied, but pushed you gently towards the bed all the same.

***

“There,” Sherlock said, patting your bottom. “How’s that?” Before you could open your mouth, he was already speaking: “well, it’s aroused you, certainly, you’re already spasming, and there is wetness just running down your thighs…”

“‘S good,” you mumbled, your elbows quivering from holding you up, your breath already coming in pants.

“Good? I’d say it’s more than good,” Sherlock hummed, helping you to kneel up.

“Don’t tease,” you whined, already pawing at his shirt, making him laugh.

“It’s not teasing if I’m merely observing,” Sherlock quipped, helping you remove his top, rolling his eyes as you practically ripped his belt off.

“Just fuck me, for Christ’s sake,” you pouted. When he wanted to, Sherlock Holmes could take an absolute age removing his trousers.

“I thought you were supposed to be the romantic one,” he reminded you, sitting up against the headboard as you eagerly yanked his boxers down, pumping his cock to full hardness. When you looked up at him with pure lust in your eyes, he smirked, shaking his head fondly. “Come here then. Come and ride me,”

You did not need to be told twice. Almost as soon as the words left his lips, you were hurrying to straddle him, your quick, clumsy movements making the plug shift inside you, causing a wanton moan to escape your lips. “Shh, sweetheart, we haven’t even started,” sherlock chastised, his large hands clasping your hips as you reached between you both to guide his cock into your sopping heat. With a low, needy groan you lowered yourself onto his cock, your chin tipping forwards to rest on your chest as he bottomed out beneath you. Grunting, Sherlock’s grip tightened on your hips, and he could feel you clenching around his dick even more so than normal as you squirmed and rode him. With a strained smirk, he reached around you, rolling his hips up to aid you as your thrusts turned sloppy.

With a simple movement of his hand, your vision went white as the crest of your orgasm crashed over you; he had pressed the plug just that bit more inside you, right as your grinding motion caused your clit to rub right on his pubis. With a shaking cry, you shattered around him and the toy, your body convulsing as you came, bolts of white hot pleasure rushing through your veins, only vaguely aware of Sherlock shouting through his own release.

“Fuck,” you whispered, falling forward onto his chest, whining at the sensation of his softening cock pulling out of you. Sherlock smiled dazedly, rubbing your back gently, before tapping your hip.

“Come on,” he murmured.

“No…” you whined. “Wanna stay like this…” Sherlock smiled and nodded, assuming you wanted (as you usually did after sex) some cuddles. He rubbed your bottom tenderly, before beginning to gently tug on the plug. With a disgruntled whine, you reached to grasp his wrist, and when he looked at you questioningly, you simply murmured, “leave it. ‘S nice,”

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Smut tember day 20- giving oral with Ned Stark

Warnings: oral sex, older man/younger woman, arranged marriage, AU (Ned is widowed and Erm.. no Lannister beef?) also I’ve never written for Ned so enjoy this shitty attempt

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Rubbing his temples, Ned set aside his book and small ale aside. The numbers had been blurring together for the last hour, and he knew for a fact he’d have to double check the granaries to make sure he’d gotten the amounts right.

Just as he was about to blow out the almost burnt out candle, there was a sharp knock on the door. “M’lord, it’s Lady YN. She says it’s not urgent, and you can speak tomorrow, but-”

“It’s fine. Send her in,”

With a murmur of ‘yes m’lord’, the squire opened the door and you slipped into your husband’s bedchamber. You rather liked this room- it was by far the cosiest room in the whole of Winterfell, but you had only been in it once or twice after your wedding night.

“My lady,” Ned said. “Forgive me. I would’ve dressed…”

You smiled gently. “This is your bedchamber, my Lord. You have every right to be in your night clothes. Besides, it’s me who decided to visit so late in the night,”

“Is everything alright?” He asked, sitting up.

Dithering on the spot for a moment, you debated sitting on the edge of the bed, before deciding to sit on the stool by the fire, not wanting to spook your husband. He was rather like a nervous horse, and while you didn’t quite love each other, you had a mutual respect and a fondness. Ned had married you shortly after Catelyn Stark had died during a merciless winter. He wanted his children to have a maternal figure other than Old Nan, and he knew the household needed a Lady to run smoothly. You were a Karstark cousin Ned had chosen over the firstborn daughters of other northern houses; he refused to take a young bride, and he knew he needed a sensible wife to help him through his grief and his lordship.

“Nothing is wrong,” you said. “The children are all fast asleep, though I told Old Nan to make up a story about a snow spirit who’d protect them from the creatures in her stories while they sleep,”

Ned laughed softly. “I’m sure Bran is the only one who likes them. Even Robb tosses and turns in the night,” he was quiet for a moment, before looking at you properly. You were huddled under a plain cloak, your hair unbraided and loose. “Why did you come here so late, my lady?” He said softly. “Because the children were sent off to bed hours ago,” Your cheeks heated, but you attributed it to the burning flames behind you. “Are you scared of old Nan’s stories too?” He teased lightly.

“No!” You said indignantly. “I just… didn’t want to be alone tonight,” you mumbled.

Ned looked at you for a second, before pulling back the furs. Quickly, you averted your eyes, but he chuckled. “Don’t be silly. You can stay here tonight if that’s what you’re after,”

You smiled gratefully and laid your cloak aside, hurrying to join him in the bed. As he curled around your back, he murmured into your ear “I promise to protect you from the monsters in the Weirwood,”

***

As the thin, silvery morning light shone through into the bedchamber, yiu sighed, slowly waking, barely stifling a yawn.

“Morning ,” Ned mumbled, and you shuddered at the deep rumble of his voice against the back of your neck. As you made to wriggle back, clinging to the last of your sleep, he stopped your movements with a firm hand against your hip. “Careful now,” he said, his voice a little tight.

“Why, what’s wrong- oh,” you mumbled; as you shifted and settled back, you felt a telling firmness against your back. “My Lord…” you whispered, slowly turning around in his arms.

“Ned,” he reminded you as you gazed up into his eyes, admiring the crow’s feet lines that framed them.

“Ned,” you murmured, and he almost groaned at the light lilt of your voice. “It’s been…”

“Months,” he said, a pink blush rising to his cheeks. “I’m sorry,”

“For what?” You said, your fingertips lightly tracing up his side. “You are a man, after all. And you deal with so very much, and you have not summoned me to your chamber since… the week after our wedding; you’re bound to need release at some point,”

“Please, don’t feel as though you have to do anything. I will not force you to relieve me,”

“What if I want to?” You whispered, lip between your teeth. Ned groaned softly, his large hands making to pull you on top of him, but you stopped him. In truth, he could have easily yanked you up, but he refused to manhandle you.

And he was rather curious as to what you had in mind instead.

“Lay back,” you told him, before disappearing among the sheets and furs. Ned frowned, shivering as he felt your hands trail over his stomach, his hipbones, his thighs, until they tugged at his small-clothes, unlacing them. He gasped when he felt your hand wrap around his hardness, freeing him from the restraint of his underwear.

And he damn near combusted as he felt your tongue flicker out over his slit. As your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, he shoved the bedcovers down, and he was met with the erotic sight of your wide eyes staring up at him as you worked his cock down your throat.

“Fuck..,” he hissed, petting your hair gently, jaw slack and breath coming in shaking groans. His heavy cock twitched in your mouth as he neared his release, and right as he was about to come down your throat, there was a thud at the door.

“Maester Lewin, m’lord,”

You froze, gagging slightly on his cock. “The others damn his timing,” he muttered under his breath, before calling out, “tell him I will meet him in his solar in half an hour,” he said, his voice wobbling slightly.

When the noise outside died down, you pulled up from his cock, lips swollen and shiny with spit. “My, my, my, Lord Stark,” you teased. “Putting of meetings to have your cock sucked,”

“Hush,” he said, rolling his eyes playfully, before grasping your hair and pushing you back down.

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Smut-tember day 17- Make up sex with Tywin Lannister

Warnings: angry sex, rough sex, arranged marriage

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“Oh, for goodness’ sake, woman,” Tywin hissed, slamming the door shut behind him after he had frog-marched you back into his chambers. “Are you drunk?” He asked incredulously as you wriggled out of his grasp and stormed over to the window. “Or just stupid?”

“I don’t know why you’re making such a fuss,” you argued. “I was only visiting the market, for an hour at the most. I had a guard, for gods’ sake!”

“Ha! A guard? I wouldn’t even call Blount a Knight were it not for my grandson’s whims,”

“He’s a Lannister guard, isn’t he? There’s Lannister gold lining his pockets,” you argued, rounding on him and folding your arms.

Tywin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Blount has Lannister gold in his pockets, but that gold is Cersei’s, not mine,”

“Oh, what does it matter!” You exclaimed. “You tell me off for going to the market, you tell me off for walking through the gardens, you tell me off for going to the library. I am not your prisoner, Tywin,”

The old lion bristled at your use of his given name. In the first few months of your marriage, you had called him nothing but ‘my Lord’. But now as your frustrations grew, so too did your confidence. Tywin had underestimated you, and he so hated to be wrong. “Not my prisoner, no,” he agreed, albeit begrudgingly. “But you are my wife. And you are bound to obey, woman,”

“Obey? I am not a maidservant, Tywin,” you growled. “I am a woman grown, and while I may not shit gold like you and your damned blonde spawn, I am every bit a noble as you. There was nothing, nothing in the oath I swore to the Seven that bound me as your subordinate!” As you raged at him, you flew closer, pointing at him, your eyes flashing.

“Enough, woman, damn you!” He roared, grasping hold of your wrists.

You growled in annoyance, trying to wriggle out of his strong grip, but he held on. “I am your lady wife, whether you like it or not,” you hissed. “And I expect you to treat me as such. D’you think I want to be here? Do you think I want to be wed to a dour, cruel old widower?”

“And do you think I want to be wed to a stubborn little whore?” Tywin growled, your eyes locked.

“I am not a whore,” you spat.

“If you are not a whore, explain to me why I hear nothing but your pretty little laugh whenever the knights and lords are nearby, see you flirt and dance with them, stare at them with darkened eyes, Hm?”

“Because my own husband will not even look my way. He will not care for me like he is meant to, he will not warm my bed at night- he will not be my husband!”

By now you were stood on tip-toe, glaring up at Tywin with nothing but anger flashing in your eyes, chest heaving, brows furrowed. Any lesser man would have backed down in fear of castration- or worse. But not Tywin Lannister.

Instead he grasped onto your arms, leaning down to press a harsh kiss to your lips. At first you did not reciprocate, and he made to pull away, but as your shock dissipated into need, you found yourself clawing at his arms, his shoulders, his hair, deepening the kiss into one of messy passion, all tongue and teeth, gasping for air as your noses bumped, neither willing to be the first to pull away, to give in, to back down.

Still attached by your mouths, Tywin pulled you into his bed chamber, kicking the door shut with a loud slam, before finally releasing your lips. Panting, lips swollen and wet, you made to kiss him again, before he pushed you onto the bed, messing up the sheets as you scrambled up into a sitting position. Glaring at one another, you removed each item of clothing, before Tywin crawled up your body, his lips and teeth leaving trails of bruised up your belly and breasts, right up your neck.

“Staking your claim, are you?” You smirked, barely able to control the waver in your voice.

“You’re insufferable,” he grunted, pinching your nipple sharply as he knocked your thighs apart, lining himself up with your entrance. As you felt the head of his cock pressing your entrance you groaned, wriggling your hips in a shameless attempt to get him inside you. “and you’re insatiable,” he added, hissing as he entered your hot, wet tightness.

“And yet…” you gasped, allowing yourself to adjust to his length after so long. “And yet I am your wife. And there is nothing you can do about that,” you said.

“Just… yield, woman,” he growled, his hips knocking almost painfully against yours, and as his cock dragged over your most sensitive spots, causing you to claw your nails down his broad back, you knew he didn’t mean physically. Physically, you had yielded to him on your wedding night, giving yourself to your husband, and he had taken everything you had to give, and savoured it. And eventually, after many moons of feverish nights plagued with the image of your face contorted in bliss, your breasts bared for his waiting hands and mouth, your sweet cunt just begging to be filled… he had yielded to you too.

But you were both stubborn, neither willing to admit the other was right. And as you fucked away your frustrations right there on top of the fine silk sheets, you knew you were forgiven for your cheek, for your daring, for your blatant disobedience of your husband; as Tywin held you in one hand, the other moving to rub your clit and bring you to a much-needed intense orgasm, he knew he was forgiven for his temper and for his ignorance of your wants and needs.

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Smut tember day 18; being watched with Cersei Lannister

Warnings: being watched, degradation, Dom/sub, power imbalance (Cersei is a queen, YN is a maid), Jaime x Cersei (in case u didn’t know they’re twins with a canonically incestuous relationship),

Notes: I know this was meant to be w Ramsay Bolton, but I couldn’t bring myself to write it (it was kinda dark). This includes Cersei and jaimes canonically incestuous relationship (they don’t have intercourse, but they do kiss). I have not tagged the people on my GOT tag list bc I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. I tried something new here, hated every moment of it, but hey, they’re in character 🤮 pls don’t have intimate relationships w ur family bc it’s icky

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As the door to your Queen’s bedchamber swung open, you froze, the fingers grasping at the expensive silk of Cersei’s dress slackening as you stared over her shoulder at the intruder.

There in the doorway stood Jaime Lannister, tall and proud, his golden hand glinting in the candlelight, his mane of golden hair waving over his shoulders. He was as beautiful as his twin, but his green eyes were narrowed suspiciously, not matching the mischievous smirk twitching at the corner of his plump lip.

“What on earth is going on in here, sweet sister?” He drawled, shutting the door behind him, leaning against it as if he hadn’t walked in on his sister (and lover) with her tongue down one of her lady in waiting’s throat and her hands up your skirt. “I was under the impression you had summoned me for dinner,”

You gulped as Cersei lowered your skirt, smoothing out the delicate crimson fabric (that she had chosen and gifted you especially). “Oh, something like that,” she said nonchalantly, flicking her eyes to the chair at her vanity. Smirking, Jaime nodded, sauntering over to the stool and sitting down, wide legged and leaning over slightly.

“And who is this pretty little thing, Cersei?” He asked. You expected your lover to bristle at her brother’s complement- they were closer than siblings had any rights to be- but she matched his smirk, stepping beside you.

“This is YN… she was one of my maids,” she said, cupping your cheek and tilting your face this way and that, before finally having you stare at the golden lion before you. “There. Let Jaime see your beautiful face,” she murmured, kissing your forehead, feeling the heat of your embarrassment. “Bless her, brother. She is getting shy,”

“And she’s not normally?” Cersei shook her head and he let out a laugh. “You’ve corrupted the poor girl, Cers,” he said.

“And she loved ever moment of it, didn’t you, sweetheart?” She said, pushing stray strands of your hair out of your face.

“I… every second, your Grace, Ser Jaime,” you chirped, catching your lip between your teeth and nibbling it gently.

Tutting, Cersei tapped it, before holding her slender finger in front of your mouth, smiling as you wrapped your lips around it and suckled gently, your eyes fluttering shut slightly. From the corner, Jaime groaned, leaning back to display the tent in his breeches. “That mouth could be put to much better use that suckling on your finger, sweet sister,” he commented, gesturing to his straining cock.

Eyes droopy with lust, your eyes slid from Jaime to Cersei, keeping your eyes firmly on hers as you took more of her fingers down your throat until you gagged.

“Hmm… excellent idea, Jaime,” she murmured, before pulling her fingers from your mouth, kissing your forehead and swaying over to lay on her bed, lounging against the plump pillows. You dithered on the spot, your eyes flitting between the twins, before settling on your queen, awaiting your orders. “Come here, YN, darling,” she said softly. “And take off your dress… don’t worry about it ripping… I’ll have another made for you… good girl, now remove mine,”

You felt your blood run red hot as you felt Jaime’s gaze boring into your nude figure, and Cersei laughed. “No need to be shy, sweetheart. He has seen it all before,”

Jaime stared between you both, before his hands darted down to unlace his breeches. But quick as a flash, Cersei had hold of his wrists, tugging them away and holding them at his sides as she pressed a deep kiss to his lips. As she pulled away, he glared at her, but she merely smirked, strutting back to you, taking you into her arms and kissing you, pinching your nipples. “Tonight, Jaime, YN will show you how she eats my cunt… she will tell you how I taste when I come on her face, how I feel when I spasm around her fingers. And then you will watch as I fuck her,”

Jaime glowered at the pair of you, shifting his legs to make himself as comfortable as could be with his erection. “And what about me?” He said haughtily.

“Oh. I suppose you could take yourself in hand at some point. But I do not share. And I have not forgiven you for leaving me for so very long,”

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Smut tember day 15- Squirting with Petyr Baelish

Warnings: smut, oral sex, squirting, light degradation

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“Now really, YN, my dear,” Petyr hummed from between your thighs, where he had been for the best part of an hour. While your clothes were chucked haphazardly about his chamber, his were still perfectly intact, the high collar held in place by his silver mockingbird pin, the only indication of his arousal at your needy state was the flush across his cheeks. “Is there any need for this fuss?”

“You’ve been doing that for- Ah!- ages, Petyr,” you whined, arching your back and trying in vain to wriggle away from his lips.

“Oh, you sweet, impatient little thing,” he cooed, and you could feel his moustache twitching up into a smirk.

“If you would just fuck me!” You cried, heels digging into his back, tugging onto his hair as he brought you to another thigh-shaking orgasm.

“That’s no way to ask nicely, is it?” He said lightly, as though he didn’t have you practically sobbing with need beneath him. His eyes glimmered darkly up at you, hot with the desire for you to beg. And when you cried and moaned and pleaded for his cock, for him to completely ruin you.

And when he was finally content with your plea, he crawled up your body, slowly undoing his coat, the mockingbird pin clinking metallically against the floor as he tossed his clothes aside. Pressing his lips to yours, kissing you until you could taste yourself on his tongue, he murmured “believe me, sweetheart, I am going to ruin you,”

***

True to his word, Petyr had you moaning and crying beneath him as his hips snapped roughly against your own, the room filled with the sound of skin slapping and your needy cries.

His prior ministrations with his talented lips and tongue had you completely wet and ready for his cock, legs spread wide to bring him deeper as you rolled your hips up to meet his thrusts.

But soon his movements became too quick, too hard, too rough for you to keep up with, leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him as he held your thighs up and apart, pistoning into your heat mercilessly. What had been mostly coherent cries of his name soon devolved into a garble of throaty moans and sobs as your eyes rolled back and your back arched, tits bouncing with the force of his thrusts.

“Are you going to cum, sweetheart?” Petyr groaned, his short nails digging into your thighs as he spoke through gritted teeth. “You are, aren’t you? I can feel you pulsing around my cock,”

“Please!” For the umpteenth time that night, you begged your lover, this time for release. “Please, Petyr, let me come on your cock, please!”

Your desperate begging drew him near to his own end, and as he felt himself begin to reach his climax, he hoisted your hips up a little more, pressing his thumb to your clit. You screamed, the new angle and the sensation of your over-worked clit being stimulated launching you over the edge, making you jolt and writhe and claw your nails down his back as he stilled, looking between you in awe as he felt warm wetness bloom between you both.

Panting, you stared down between your legs, seeing droplets of your release glisten on his belly and cling to his pubic hair and happy trail, your face heating with shame.

“Gods above, I’m so sorry,” you said, trying to wriggle away, but Petyr kept himself in place, holding your thighs, and you let out a small groan as you felt his softening cock shift inside of you.

“For what?” He asked you, his eyes still dark with lust. “My dear… you think you’ve pissed on me?” When he asked the crude question, you grimaced and nodded, trying to hide your face as he laughed. “No… that’s not piss, darling,” he told you.

“Then what is it?” You mumbled. “And stop laughing at me,” you added with a bit of a whine.

“Don’t whine at me,” he scolded, although you knew he didn’t really mean it. “It’s… what happens when a woman’s release is as intense as yours just was,” when he saw your frown, he leaned down and kissed your forehead. “It is nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart, so long as you felt good when it happened,” when you nodded, Petyr smiled, pulling out of you before coming to your side. “Sleep,” he told you, squeezing your hip and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “When you wake I will have a hot bath drawn up for you, alright?”

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Smut tember day 13- Anal with Sandor Clegane

Warnings: anal seggz, implied secret relationship, sketchy contraceptive knowledge

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“Are you sure you want this, girl?” Sandor said gruffly as you latched the door. “I can’t promise it’ll be pleasant,”

Rolling your eyes, you turned to your lover. “I’ll be fine,” you said softly.

“Do you not want me to just… do it normally?”

“No,” you said quickly. “Not after last time,” you sighed, remembering a month or so ago when you thought Sandor had put a babe in your belly. “If you put your bastard in me, then everyone will know. And I dread to think what my father would do if he knew your were the one to knock me up,” you said. “I want this, sandor. The seven know, I need you-your cock… this is just the safest way to do it,”

“Alright then,” he said, his scarred face twitching with a smile. “Get on the bed. But you tell me straight away if I’m hurting you, alright?”

***

Sandor was right. It wasn’t pleasant.

At least not at first.

You had been on your hands and knees as Sandor massaged your rump, his fingers inching closer to your untouched hole. When his thumb caressed the ring of muscles, you had tensed up, your hips jolting forward away from the intrusion.

“D’you want me to stop?” He asked immediately, but you shook your head. “I need you to relax then, my girl,” he said gently. “Can you do that for me?”

“I’m just… nervous. Cos we’ve never…” you babbled.

“I know,” he said gently. “I’ve got a better idea. Lay on your side, okay?” You did as he asked, still trembling with anticipation. As the mattress dipped, you let out a soft sigh, feeling the comforting bulk of his chest behind you as he gathered you in his arms. “I’m gonna play with your cunt, sweetheart,” he whispered in a mishmash of gentle and crude language. “Get you nice and ready for me,”

You nodded eagerly as Sandor reached his hand around your body, knocking your thighs apart enough to give him access to your core, his thick fingers instantly beginning to toy with your clit until you were throbbing with need for something more.

“There we go…” he said gruffly, nuzzling the back of your neck with his scarred face. “D’you think you can carry on touching that clit for me, darlin?” He murmured, and rewarded you with a gentle kiss behind your ear as your deft fingers took over. As your hand replaced his, he trailed his lower down, until- finally- you were filled with something; two fingers slipped into your cunt, crooking in a well practiced motion until you were gasping and jolting, thighs quivering. “Come,” he commanded you, and you allowed yourself to cascade over the edge with a stifled sob of ecstasy.

As you came down from your high, you felt Sandor’s slicked fingers make contact with your back entrance again, only this time you pushed back into him, desperate for more. “Pl-please,” you begged, voice barely more than a whisper. “Please, Sandor, need your cock,”

“Well,” he said gruffly. “When you beg so prettily, who am I to deny you?”

You could’ve cried as he said this, and the few seconds he took to slick his fingers and cock with special oil felt like an eternity. “Want your cock,” you repeated, squirming, but Sandor made sure to stretch you out almost torturously slowly until you were a shaking mess. At least you were a shaking mess who could handle two of his thick fingers scissoring through your tightness. “Please,” you whined, aiding the movement of his hand with your wriggling hips.

It seemed Sandor deemed you well-stretched-out, because you heard the wet sounds of him pumping his cock a few times before you felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against your hole. Instantly, you tensed , but Sandor was quick to guide your hand back between your thighs, having you stroke your sensitive clit as he slowly bottomed out in your tightest channel.

“Fuck,” you whined, face buried in a pillow, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You good?” He murmured, and you could sense the tension in his voice; he wanted nothing more than to shag you senseless, but he knew to let you adjust; to take this at your own pace. 

“‘M good,” you replied, and soon you started rocking your hips, hissing at the stretch, your eyes rolling back into your skull at the pleasure.

“So fucking tight, girl,” Sandor grunted, grasping your hip hard enough to leave a bruise. “I can feel your tight little arse clenching around me,” you gave a whine in response, practically too far gone for coherent sentences. “You like me fucking your arse like this? One day, Princess, I’ll fill up all your holes… stretch you out completely and make you mine, yeah?” He grunted as his thrusts became a little sloppier, spurred on by your muffled cries and squirming. “Gonna come for me? YN? Come around my cock, there’s a good girl. And let me fill your pretty arse with me seed… only you’ll know it’s there when you’re all dressed up like a proper lady…”

His words were just what you needed to teeter over the edge and into ecstasy, burying your face to muffle your bliss as Sandor’s hips stuttered, filling you with his hot seed.

Shuddering, you let Sandor pull out and make quick work of mopping up the oils and sweat from your bodies before tugging you into his arms, peppering your face with kisses. Dazed, blissed out and already aching, you accepted his kisses as he shushed you to sleep, clinging to him.

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Smut Tember Day 14- being overheard and then teased with Brienne of Tarth

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x female!reader

Warnings: smut (fingering), being overheard, implied that Brienne takes a more dominant role

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“Seven Hells, YN, be quiet,” Brienne hissed, pressing her lips to yours in a brief kiss to swallow your moan, hands grasping onto your hips. “Someone will hear,”

“‘M sorry,” you mumbled, squirming atop her clothed thigh, moving to bury your face in her neck. “It’s been so long, Brienne… missed you…”

Frown softening, Brienne kissed your cheek. “I know, little one,” she cooed, her voice soft and lilting as she felt your cheek heat up. “But I am here now, and we are safe,”

You gave a gentle hum of agreement, before reaching to initiate a kiss of your own. Quickly, it became heated, tongues and teeth clashing in desperation to have one another after so long apart, to be close, to feel.

With a throaty groan, Brienne grasped your thighs, manoeuvring you so that you were straddling her lap, your dress hitched up way above your knees to accommodate the movement, your stockings already coming loose. “Much better,” she murmured, kissing your forehead.

“Y-yeah,” you sighed, wriggling. You could feel the heat radiating from Brienne’s strong body- you were so close to stimulation, yet so, so far…

“Look at you,” she smiled, pushing the hair off your face and kissing your forehead as you looked shyly down at her. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on, YN,” she remarked, watching as you squirmed under her gaze, mumbling. “What’s that?” She questioned.

“That I think you’re beautiful and-and I love you, and I need you and you’re amazing and strong and brave and- and-”

“Shhh,” Brienne said gently, cutting off your babbling and cupping your cheek and smiling as you turned to kiss her palm. “I love you too, sweetheart. Now let me take care of you,”

You frowned briefly in confusion; Brienne already took such good care of you, keeping you safe and making sure you were okay. But realisation slowly dawned on you, and your mouth fell into a little ‘o’ shape as you nodded quickly, knowing Brienne would not start anything unless you confirmed that you definitely wanted it. “Please…” you breathed. “Oh, please, please Brienne,”

“Shh, I’ve got you little one,” she said, pushing your smallclothes to the side, already slipping one of her long, deft fingers into you, biting your neck as you reached to fondle at her breasts, your bodies rocking against one another in a delicious mixture of desire and desperation and adoration, no longer caring about suppressing your cries of love and pleasure.

***

“YN, you must wake up… come on, little one,” Brienne’s voice pulled you from your sleep. “Up you get… the others will worry,”

“Mmhmm… I’m up,” you grumbled, easing yourself up, wincing slightly at the ache in your thighs. Brienne smiled, helping you comb the knots out of your hair (which was only fair as they were mostly her doing) and lace up your bodice, before kissing your forehead after you told her to go ahead as she was always early, and you typically a few minutes later.

***

You broke your fast in the hall with a mishmash of Starks and Lannisters and free folk and strangers from across the Narrow Sea, your loose hair falling into your face as you sipped hot mead to wake yourself up a little more.

“You look like death warmed over, girl,” said Tormund Giantsbane. “As though a breath from Jon Snow would knock you over,”

You rolled your eyes as he smirked at his companions- the Hound, Tyrion and Jaime Lannister and Podrick. “I stayed up late reading,” you said, a little too quickly to be casual. “Now pass that bacon before all the crispy bits are gone,”

“What book were you reading, Milady?” Pod asked, not quite catching on to the mischievous glances the men were sending one another.

“Oh, nothing really… an old book about… knights,” you said as Brienne came to sit on the bench next to you after having been to see Lady Sansa. She passed you a thick wedge of bread with a tart berry jam spread over it as you scraped the rest of the bacon onto her plate, the two of you murmuring thanks, barely making eye contact as if you hadn’t been crying her name into your hand the night before.

“Why would you read about men in metal suits?” Tormund prompted, gesturing to his furs. “Just get the Lannister to tell you all about it- and then talk to my warriors who will tell you what proper fighting is,”

You scoffed. “With all due respect, if I’m going to ask anyone about knighthood, I wouldn’t ask Jaime Lannister. Being in the Kingsguard is just a pretty way of saying ‘I’m a body guard who occasionally takes part in a joust against weaker men’”

You said all of this without thinking, taking a bite of your bread as silence fell over the table. Everyone expected Jaime to snap at you, but instead he roared with laughter, and soon the table followed suit. But as the ruckus calmed down, he took a sip of his wine and gestured at you with the cup. “Thinking about it… you’re not wrong, Little One,”

Instantly, you froze.

Brienne was the only one to call you by that name; the others fluctuated between your given name, ‘milady’ and ‘girl’.

And if looks could kill, the Kingslayer would be slain by none other than Brienne of Tarth, whose hand was now placed protectively on the small of your back, out of sight from all, but providing a reassuring comfort to you.

“I’d prefer it if you called me by my given name,” you said evenly, though your eyes were wide still.

“Why’s that? Is only the big woman allowed to call you Little One?” Tormund said suggestively, looking between you both with a grin plastered on his face.

“Brienne is the only-” you began to protest, but stopped yourself just a little too late.

“See. Told you we weren’t just hearing things on our way back from the training shed last night,” Jaime said smugly.

“Shut up,” you said, glad your hair was not braided back from your face as you hid behind it, abandoning your breakfast.

“Not a word,” Brienne said menacingly to the lot of them. “Or I will kill you,” she warned before hurrying after you, waiting until you were in an alcove before pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

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Smut tember day 11- Sensual Massage with Luca Changretta

Pairing: luca Changretta x reader

Warnings: smut, sexy massage

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“Amore, I wish you would leave that paperwork alone. I’ve got about four secretaries to do that,”

You sighed slightly, massaging your temples before looking over your shoulder. “I know. But they don’t do it properly, and you get frustrated when your diary isn’t fully detailed and the papers are all over the place,” you mumbled, barely looking at him before hunching over the stacks of paper, pressing your hand to the small of your back.

This action did not go unnoticed by Luca, who sighed, pushing away from his place leaning against the kitchen counter, slowly stepping over to you. “You must relax, my sweet,” he murmured, his hands cupping your shoulders, thumbs already circling the tight knots just beneath your skin.

Letting out a shaky breath, you tried to focus on the paper in front of you, but your eyes were slowly fluttering shut. “I need to do this…” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

He pressed his thumbs into a particularly stubborn knot just by your shoulder blade, and you let out a throaty moan. “Leave the damned papers, Amore… go to bed, lay on your stomach, and let me take care of your poor back…”

Instantly, you pushed away from the table; when Luca made an offer like that, you could hardly refuse.

***

You were laying face down on your bed, face buried into Luca’s pillow as you inhaled the remnants of his aftershave, already slipping into a more relaxed state. You had slipped off your bra, leaving you in just your knickers, and when Luca entered the room, he stood in the doorway for a moment, admiring the slope of your back.

Slowly, he stalked over to you, sitting next to you; your breath hitched as you felt the heat radiating off him, the scratch of his trousers against your bare thigh, and you almost jumped off the bed when he poured some oil over your back.

“Shhh… just some oil, Amore… it will help you to relax, Hmm?” He cooed, voice barely more than a whisper. Nodding, you buried your head into the pillow, positively thrumming with anticipation. Luca smiled softly at your waiting form, before flattening his palms against your back, spreading the oil over the whole of your back. Like he had done at the kitchen table, he started on your shoulders, his elegant thumbs kneading your flesh and working out the knots until you could practically feel them unravelling beneath your skin.

As he worked his way down your back, you found it increasingly difficult to muffle your pleased moans as he relieved you of the tensions you had neglected to acknowledge. “Just a little lower now, sweetling,” Luca murmured, his breath skittering over your ear and neck, and you nodded into the pillow.

As your silky knickers were lowered and unhooked from around your ankles, you shuddered. And when Luca dug the heels of his hands into the flesh of your arse, you let out one of the filthiest moans he had heard, arching your back and pushing your bottom closer to him.

Luca laughed gently, pushing your hips down. “Oh, sweetheart, you must keep still, or I won’t be able to help you properly… need you completely relaxed…”

“Feels good,” you whined into the pillow, barely stifling moans as he groped the globes of your arse.

Luca smiled softly, patting your bottom gently, before dipping his fingers between your legs. “Soaking,” he commented, as if it were as casual a topic as the weather. He continued his massage one-handed, although it was more like rubbing gentle circles on once of your cheeks as you rocked your hips, grinding your pussy against his hand. “There you go…” he said softly, stroking your clit gently. He could feel your tension as your orgasm approached, and when it washed over you, he smiled gently at your muffled cry, the way you tensed, the rapid throbbing of your clit…

As you recovered from your climax, you practically dissolved into the mattress, utterly legless.

“There…” Luca murmured. “Completely relaxed,”

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Smut-tember day 8- Switching Roles with Alfie Solomons

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x reader

Warnings: smut; role reversal, Dom/sub dynamic, praise, Dom!reader (at least, reader is trying to Dom alfie, who is playing along bc it’s cute and hot) slight ‘sir’ kink

I’m shite at Dom!reader so hope this is ok lolz

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“So you wanna be in charge, is that right?” Alfie smirked, rubbing his beard as you watched you squirm in your seat, playing with your dinner rather than actually eating it.

“Just for tonight,” you murmured, already feeling your face flame with bashfulness.

“Just for tonight, eh?” Alfie grinned, delighting in your shyness. “I’ll think about it. Now eat your stew, yeah?”

***

Moaning softly, you scrabbled at Alfie’s hair, nails scratching his scalp slightly as his lips pressed hungrily to yours. “Alf- Sir…” you whined, trying to push yourself up, already feeling his hardness against your tummy.

“Not ‘sir’ tonight, love,” he replied, pulling away from you just enough to look you in the eye. “You’re in charge tonight, Princess. Think you can manage that for me?”

“Y-yes, S-Alfie,” you squeaked.

“Go on then, love. I’m at your mercy,” he grinned.

“How do I do it?” You murmured after a while, a little unsure with your movements.

“I’ll tell you what. You can be in charge of when I come, okay, love?” He suggested, and you nodded. You had been subjected to Alfie holding off your orgasm many a time, so you knew the drill. “Think you can manage that?”

You nodded quickly, before clearing your throat. “Yeah. Now… get on the bed, Alfie. And take off your clothes, but leave your underwear on,”

Alfie smiled fondly and nodded, doing as he was told for you, wanting to build up your confidence. When he was sat on the edge of the bed, you stood between his legs, staring down at him. Usually the only time you got to look down at him was when you were riding him….

“Good. Now, if you want to stop, you say ‘red’, yeah? And ‘yellow’ if it’s getting a bit much. And ‘green’ when you wanna get going,” you instructed, reminding Alfie of the colour-coded safeword system that he had begun anyway.

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, nodding encouragingly.

“And what colour are you now, Alfie?” You asked, stroking his cheek tentatively.

“Oh, I’m very much green, love,” you arched your eyebrow. “I mean ma’am,” he quickly corrected, although his lip twitched in a slight smile.

“Watch yourself,” you said sternly. “Now, lie back,” you said as you began to undress, down to your posh silky slip that he had bought for you a few weeks ago, a little more daring than your other ones. Alfie looked you up and down, dying to grope at your hips, your ass, your tits, but he wanted to let you have your moment. You smirked, eyeing up his bulge, cupping your hand over it, bending over just enough to show off your cleavage. “This for me?” You breathed, squeezing him gently through his boxers.

“Oh, yeah. All for you. You’ve no idea how much you turn me on,”

“Oh, I’m getting a pretty good idea. Bet if I just left you here like this you’d come in your underwear like a randy teenager,” you smirked, palming him firmly now. Alfie swallowed a little groan, watching your hand rasp over the straining fabric. “Here. I’ll save you the embarrassment of messing up your boxers…” you murmured, slipping his boxers down, tugging them off his legs and tossing them aside. “There,” you said. “Much better, yeah? Look how hard your cock is, Alf… and you’re leaking already, all for me,” you cooed, pride flaring in your chest as his cock twitched heavily against his belly. “I’m gonna ride you, Alfie, and you’re not gonna come until after I do; you aren’t gonna come until I say so,”

“Anything you say,” he said, gazing up at you as you straddled him, and he was unable to bite back his groan as you seated yourself on his cock, your eyes fluttering slightly. As you rocked your hips, you slid up and down on Alfie’s thick length, arching your back as his shaft massaged your innermost pleasure points.

“S-so good f’me, Alf,” you moaned, your head tipping back as you rode him. “Make me feel so good…”

As you took your pleasure on his cock, Alfie could see that you were slipping into your more submissive mindset, sounds tumbling from your lips in a jumble of praise and curses and moans and whimpers. He grunted, grasping your buttocks, suddenly flipping you onto your back, his broad chest looming over you as you gasped in surprise, eyes completely darkened.

“What’re you doing?” You demanded, trying to sound stern, but the words came as a whine.

“You’ve done so well for me tonight, pet. So good for your first try,” he cooed, thrusting his hips the way he knew you liked, grunting as you pushed your breasts up towards him. “But let me take over for you now, darlin’, let me show you how it’s done,”

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