#ned stark drabble

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Do you think you could do another Ned x f!wife!reader? I really enjoyed the horny!ned fic you already have but I'd be happy with anything. Fluff, sunshine, rainbows, or babies. ❤️ have a nice day 😊

Ned Stark*Sweet Wife

Pairing: Ned x wife!pregnant!reader

Word count: 942

Warnings: pregnancy and pure fluff

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“My lady I don’t think you quite understand,” Lord Karstark said as you bit your tongue and tried to pretend you hadn’t had better plans for your morning than been chased down by a disgruntled Lord who thought you’d give in easier than your husband, “If you allowed my family to use that land, we would maintain it for you. Free of charge,” he said as if offering you the best deal in the world.

You took a breath before speaking, trying to compose yourself, “And while I am grateful for the offer my Lord, those lands do not belong to you, and we are already in discussion for how we will divvy them up to- “

“Okay but,” he cut you off making you sigh this time though he did not notice, “If I am trusted with them- “

“Lord Karstark,” Ned’s voice came from behind you with an unusual iciness to it. “I do believe my wife,” he said, his arm gently going around your back, his hand resting on your hip, “and I have now both explained to you your assistance, no matter how generous, is not needed in this matter. However, if your family is desperate for farm lands I’m sure a trade deal can be arranged- “Karstark opened his mouth to speak but Ned didn’t stop, “Which you can take up to the owners of the lands once I have declared them. now if you don’t mind my wife and I are late to a very important meeting,”

Karstark grumbled something under his breath but nodded, “Of course my Lord, my lady. Goodbye,” he muttered before turning to leave with his nose in the air.

“Do you think he is sniffing out the new owners?” Ned leant down, to whisper in your ear making you laugh.

Ned took your arm and began to guide you through the busy corridors, “Who do we have to meet?” you asked, eyebrows scrunched, “I don’t remember setting up a meeting,”

“I arranged it,” Ned said, smiling politely at some passing Lords, “It is of the upmost importance that we attend,”

“And whys that?” you asked as you suddenly stopped outside a meeting room.

He opened the door, ignoring your question for now to lead you inside. Once the door was shut behind you, he stepped forward, closing the gap between you with his finger tilting your chin up to face his cheeky grin, “So I can do this,” he leant down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

You giggled a little into the kiss before pushing him away, “Someone could walk in,”

“So?” he asked, hand moving to rest gently on your hip, “We’re married now remember. It’s allowed,” he teased though his hand gently rose to rest on your stomach, “And soon everyone will know anyway what we get up to,”

“Shut up,” you laughed, pulling him back down for a brief gentle kiss. Your bump was barely noticeable under all the furs and wool you wore to keep the cold out but you both knew it was there, “I hope she doesn’t inherit your cheek,” you teased.

“She?” he asked, a hopeful grin on his face, “How’d you know?”

“I just do,” you smiled but it quickly faded, “I hope that doesn’t disappoint you- “

“Of course not,” he said, cupping your face in his hands, “Nothing you do, especially not this, could ever disappoint me,” his thumb gently stroked over your cheek bone. It was a tender moment, of course ended once again by his antics, “Besides I’ll take any excuse to try again,” he said with a cheeky grin.

“As if you ever needed one,”

Your laughter both stopped when there was a knock on the door. Ned held a finger up to his lip, “Maybe if we’re quiet, they’ll go away,” he whispered.

“Lord and Lady Stark may I have a moment?” said a voice behind the door. You could swear it was the diplomat Lord Bolton sent.

“I swear if this is about those lands, I may just burn them to the ground,” Ned muttered before you both stepped back to open the door.

-

You barely got to see Ned for the rest of the day. Every Lord or noble man seemed to need his attention today and you were running around Winterfell organising a banquet for Ned’s upcoming nameday. It wasn’t till you walked into the hall for dinner you saw him again.

“Hello husband,” you greeted with a small smile as you took his seat.

“You need to slow down,” he said, not even bothering to say hello making you roll your eyes, “you’ve been running around faster than the servants,”

“That’s because I need to finish organising the details for- “

“What you need is rest,” he said, cutting you off and placing a hand over yours.

You sighed, tempted to push it away but you knew his heart was good, “You cannot confine to my bed out of fear,”

“If I was to confine you to our bed it would not be for that,” he whispered making your cheeks burn.

“Ned!” you scolded, slapping his thigh making him laugh, “You are so lucky I love you. Otherwise, I’d kill you,”

He smiled softly at that, “lucky indeed. However, I’d be even luckier if you would let me announce our news,” he said, squeezing your hand gently.

You couldn’t help smiling a little despite his antics, “Perhaps it would be a nice announcement to make on your nameday,” you finally conceded, “I just wish we could keep it a secret a little longer,”

“Then your wish is my command, sweet wife.”

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Ned stark x fem!reader smut drabble????

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DRABBLE 500

“Fuck..that’s it..” The old wolf grunted his pleasure; his legs spread wide in the chair as the fire crackled beside them. His larger hand not so gently moved into your thick locks as he pushed you down. His thick cock twitched in your hot mouth as it rested on your tongue. Your drool easily coats his length as his hips buck. Those doe eyes looked up to him from under those lashes of yours as Ned arched in the seat; his pleasure taking over any rational thought. They had left him as soon as you had walked into his chambers; that sheer material hugging your body perfectly whilst hiding nothing in equal measure for him. Oh, you were a temptress, he thought to himself.

To seduce him as well as you had done; you could be nothing else. The sweet sounds of your gagging echoed in his chambers that Ned shared with his wife. Still, Ned only continued his movements, increasing his hips whilst both of his hands moved into your locks now. His eyes nearly rolled back in pleasure as your soft mouth sucked with expert ease. He had done well at finding such a pretty whore in servant’s clothing. He wondered what he had done for the Gods to send him such a gift. It did not take long for his composure to unravel when you had begun to so prettily touch him. Any honour and loyalty he was renowned for completely fell away from him at the sight of you on your knees.

“Oh,..hmmm!” Your noises were muffled as he brought your face against his stomach and kept you there. The seconds ticked by as his fat cock twitched against your drooling tongue. Ned was never one to last long with your hot, talented mouth sucking him dry and this time was no different as his cum flooded your sweet, inviting mouth. “Swallow.” Ned ordered as you not so gracefully released his softening cock. The Lord watched as you did; his smirk only widening whilst his larger hand moved up and down his cock; collecting the last of his cum.

“Closer..” On shakily legs, you did as he asked; eyes wide as his hand slowly moved between your thighs. “Now, you shall carry me.” Ned hummed; his dark eyes full of desire as they locked onto your own once more. A sharp gasp escaped you as two of his thicker, cum covered fingers pushed in your sweet, creamy pussy. Your delicate hand clasped around his wrist; unsure if to push him away or rock against him as your stomach began to tighten in anticipation. His thumb brushed over your pretty, sensitive clit whilst his fingers pushed deeper. “Good girl..that’s it.” Ned whispered his praises as your head lolled back. Eyes rolling as a soft build of pleasure took control. A whine of his name fell from your lips as he pushed a third finger and curled them with expertise; he could play your body like a fiddle, and did just that.

[ladycatofwinterfell]

We get Ned loving Catelyn’s hair a lot (understandably), what about Cat playing with Ned’s hair?

Yes! Them being fluffy in bed together and Cat playing with Ned’s hair, enjoy <3

“Must you always do that?” Catelyn had to ask when Ned pushed himself off the bed.

Once her heart slowed and she stopped sweating it would feel cool enough in there. There was little need to let the cold night into her chambers.

“To keep from dying, aye” Ned simply responded.

With ease he opened the window, something he had done uncountable times before. Something it seemed she couldn’t keep him from no matter how many times she raised complaints.

A cool wind swept through the room and Catelyn immediately shivered. Even in summer it was so cold. Though at least it wasn’t snowing. More than once he had opened the windows only for the wind to bring snow with it inside and then she had been less than glad with him.

“You’re not a very good guest, my lord.”

“A guest in my own wife’s bedchamber? You hurt me, Catelyn.”

Even as he had his back to her she heard the smile in his voice when he spoke. It made her feel just a little warmer even though it was not nearly warm enough.

“Close the window and come back to bed” she told him.

He only did half of what he was told. The window remained open, though he did come back to bed. She didn’t know how much more she could ask for, was happy he at least warmed her when he insisted on keeping the window open.

When joining her in the bed he pulled the furs up halfway over them, leaving their upper bodies bare. And so she pulled him to her so that he could rest against her and further help with fending off the cold. Without resistance he laid his head down on her shoulder.

Her stoic and stern lord husband, hers to take into her arms.

“You’re soft” he murmured as he put an arm over her. “Better than any pillow.”

“That’s due to you, my lord.”

The children had left their weight on her, made her rounder and softer. A change she was not very fond of but that Ned often let her know he liked.

“One of many joys our children have brought me.”

They had not chosen one another. Had she been allowed to truly choose in her youth she would not have chosen him. Though how glad she was for that it was him in the bed with her. His hands moving over her skin, his head resting on her shoulder, his tongue that said he loved her.

Reaching up with one hand she weaved her fingers into his hair, gently running her nails along his scalp.

Catelyn liked that he kept his hair long, liked what it did with his face. She liked the little braids he often had in it, liked it when he tied it back. She also liked it when he kept it loose for bed and she was free to comb through it with her hands.

A satisfied noise came from him, close to a cat purring when pet. He had small noises he made when he was comfortable and at peace, hums and sighs that spoke of those feelings even as he did not voice them. Catelyn had never asked of whether or not he was aware of it out of fear that he would stop. She so liked that he was not always as silent as he could be.

“You are a sweet man, Eddard Stark” she could not help but say.

Ned huffed, though said nothing more. When she turned her head a little to look at him she saw he had closed his eyes as if to sleep.

Though he would not sleep yet, he very rarely fell asleep before her. Catelyn felt weary from the day and still she had no wish to sleep yet. She wanted to lie there and merely enjoy Ned’s warm presence as she ran her fingers through his hair again and again.

Ned must have been spent, too. Soon Catelyn heard how his breathing slowed, how suddenly he was almost melting into her.

In the end it was one of the very rare nights when he would sleep first. Still he had something that needed doing before he could do so.

“Don’t fall asleep, the window is still open.”

For a moment it seemed like he hadn’t heard her, then he groaned. He didn’t open his eyes, only wrapped his arms tighter around her.

“Ned” she said softly. “Close the window. I will not do it myself.”

That time he answered her.

“What does it matter? I will keep you warm.”

“A sweet promise, my love, though soon even you will be freezing.”

His hot northern blood would not keep him safe forever, not even he could defeat the cold nights. It was already much too cold in there, even with him pressed against her.

With a sigh Ned seemed to force his eyes open. After that it was another moment before he pushed away from her. Slowly he moved across the floor and over to the window.

“Now we may sleep” Catelyn said as he closed it and pulled for the tapestries again.

The room was still too cold for her liking, the chill already having made its way inside. Though at least it would not get colder and soon enough the warm water running through the walls would have brought warmth back.

Almost groggily Ned stumbled back into the bed, quickly settling against her just as he had before. Even the arm flung over her ended up in the same place.

She knew he would be too warm soon. Most likely he was already too warm. Still he would sleep entangled with her because he considered it worth it. Perhaps because he knew how much she liked it.

“Are you happy now?” Ned asked, again having closed his eyes.

It would have been impossible not to smile.

“Very much so, my dear. Very much so.”

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"My Girl" - Robb Stark x Forest Fairy!Reader Drabble

A/N: This goes out to my girl, @dipperscavern! She needed a pick-me-up after the Tumblr app decided to be a bitch and delete her draft!!! But she still pressed on and wrote an incredible Robb Stark smut drabble! Pls go check it out!

"Please, Jon," Robb pleaded. "Just for today, and I'll make it up to you."

"Your mother will kill me if she finds out," Jon groaned. Normally, he'd be more than happy to cover for his brother, but what he was asking for was too much - even for him. "She hates me enough as it is."

"She doesn't hate you," Robb winced at the lie, but he was desperate. "Please, I have to see her."

"Why can't you see her tomorrow?" asked his half-brother. "The hunt is tomorrow anyway, you can just sneak away to see her then."

Robb shook his head. "You know how she feels about hunts. The moment the horn blows, she'll scatter far away, and I won't be able to see her for a week! A week - that's too long!"

Jon stared at his brother in complete disbelief at his dramatics. It was hard to believe that the first son of Ned Stark, Warden of the North, would be so far gone for a girl who lived so deep in the forest. A girl who lived a life completely shrouded herself in the mysterious beauty of the ancient woods.

A girl whose allure and grace were of a being so ethereal, she shouldn't exist.

Jon sighed. "Fine, I'll watch over Bran and Rickon by myself today - but if Father asks me, I'm telling him you skipped on your own!"

His brother whispered his shouts to avoid attracting attention from the rest of the keep, but Robb was already on his horse and raced out of the gates before he finished. He couldn't want to see you - his girl, his fairy, his mythic love.

Robb soon reached a part of the forest known to only very few in the North - his father included. The Starks were not only the Wardens of the North but the keeper of its ancient secrets.

Once he rode past the invisible barrier - accessible by those that carry the blood of House Stark - the wintery abode filled with white snow and blue ice melted away to a world of iridescent green trees and a kaleidoscope of colors eternally blooming. He finally saw the red leaves of the ancient weirwood tree whose twin linked your worlds together. Under the magnificent branches, he felt an explosion of love burst inside him at the sight of you.

You - his one and only love - sitting on the gnarled and overgrown roots of your tree. Your feet were bare as you only wore simple white linen dress that hugged your curves beautifully. He saw the flowers and small buds braided into your dark, wavy, umber-brown tresses.

"Fairy!"

Robb called out the nickname he had given you since he first met you in these woods as a child. He felt life flow inside him as he watched you turn around and saw the bright smile spread across your face. As soon as he was close enough, he slowed his steed to stop before jumping off and racing to the ancient tree where you and him would rendezvous in secret.

"Robb!" you called out. You waved in excitement before lightly jogging forward to meet him halfway.

Robb immediately took you in his arms and held you in a tight embrace. He pressed his nose into your locks and breathed in the lavender and wild grass notes. He felt time slow down until it seemed like the whole world stopped. Robb knew such a thing was impossible, but he thought many things were impossible before meeting you.

You slightly nudged him away until his face slightly hovered above yours. On your tiptoes, until they dug into the soft dirt beneath you, you firmly pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your mortal lover gladly reciprocated and tightened his arms around your waist until your chests were firmly pressed against each other.

When you finally parted for air, Robb lovingly stared at how beautifully flushed your cheeks became. He watched in a lust-ridden gaze at how your fingers swiftly undid the ties in front of your dress. He felt his breath stop as the garment pooled at your feet. Your body was completely bare and unclothed, and your skin was unmarred and looked silky-soft. You took his hand and held it at your breast - he could feel how fast and hard your heart was beating.

He wondered if you even knew how much of his breath you took away.

"I want to feel you, my love," you whispered. "Just us, under our tree, where only the witnesses of our love are our gods."

Robb choked back a groan. If he felt his cock growing hard at the sight of your skin, your words made his cock weep for your wet walls.

Gods, he loved you so much - how could he refuse?

Hurriedly, he took off his cloak and laid it down on the ground before removing his clothes with your help; Robb was just as bare and naked as you were. You gasped at the sight of him.

How could one man be so beautiful? How did such beauty become possible? How blessed were you to receive his love?

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. His tongue swiped your bottom lip, and your lips parted to grant his access to fully devour you. When it felt like you would collapse from the lack of air, his lips trailed down your neck. You heard him murmur against your skin.

"I love you."

He repeated it over and over again, and your breathing became heavier as he continued to trail down. On the tops of your breasts, he deeply breathed the addictive perfume of your skin and began to lay kisses within the valley. His gentle hands roamed and caressed your skin with so much tenderness as his fingers reached that soaked spot between your plush thighs. He slowly slid his fingers inside you, and he growled at how much your slick arousal coated his calloused fingers.

You, on the other hand, felt completely lost in the sea of pleasure Robb was drowning you in. He was gentle. He always was with you, but today...it felt like he was the one who would completely fall apart without you.

Despite you were in full knowledge that it was truly the opposite.

Because for all of his Northern roughness, he was a man who loved with all his heart. He was utterly loyal to those he loved and cherished—a sentiment he shared especially with you, and you could not have been more grateful.

"I want to be here with you," he softly mumbled. "I could never want for anything else if I lived the rest of my life here, with you and our children. You, my pretty fairy, as the mother of my children, and me, your loyal wolf, forever protecting you."

He felt your core clench at his words as hot pleasure shot up your spine. It was a dream the two of you often shared - a life without obligations or duty, no fussy mothers or pushy fathers to stand in your way, and no empty and bleak futures looming over you. A life where it was just the two of you, riding through your forest with your horses, the woods filled with the laughter of your children. And when the day ended, the night would be filled with endless pleasure as your thoughts would only be full of him and his full of you.

You tenderly stroked the curls from his face as you felt the dam holding your pleasure slowly breaking.

Your chest was heaving. "It will, my sweet wolf," you promised. "Ours is a love no one can take away—the gods have shown it to me. After all, our gods are the ones who brought us together in the first place."

It was not long until you completely fell apart and gushed over his fingers. Your back arched as you coated your inner thighs and his fingers with your slick. Robb huskily chuckled as he pressed kisses down your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. Your fingers intertwine with his lovely, auburn curls in an attempt to anchor yourself to this material plane.

"Lie down," he softly ordered. "I won't take you against the harsh bark of a tree."

"Oh, but on your cloak in the dirt is an acceptable alternative?" you teased despite lowering against the soft, dark furs of your lover's fine cloak.

He smirks at your mirth as he crawls toward you. His perfect form hovering over you as if you were prey and he was about to devour you whole.

"Of course," he confirmed. "After all, I plan to take you on it until the only word you know how to say is my name, and the furs soak up all of your cum until it's all I can smell on it until the end of time."

Biting your bottom lip in anticipation, you could hardly wait for him to make good on his promise.

Robb aligns his cock at your entrance, its head red and its tip leaking with precum, as he slowly pushes inside you as wraps his hand in yours. He was only halfway inside you before he fully pushed himself in and completely bottomed out.

You cried as white, hot pleasure shot up your spine and flooded every nerve in your body. You felt so full and could hardly wrap your head around the fact that you and Robb's bodies were joined together as one.

"Fuckin'- fuck," he gasps out. "How is it you're so tight every time I take you?"

"Because I'm yours, Robb," you answered breathlessly. "My body was made for you as yours was made for me. Such pleasures could only exist between us - us and no one else."

Feeling the pool of pleasure in his stomach overflowing at your words, Robb begins to slowly thrust - in and out - until he reaches a steady rhythm that makes you senselessly babble as you feel your body becoming dull to everything but Robb. You felt every slow drag of his hips, every lingering trail of his touch, every hot breath on your skin, and you wondered how one man could make you feel so good.

He hits that spot inside you—the one that makes you see stars that only he could reach. Your eyes roll back, and you beg him to kiss you. A wish he complies without question—because what is his purpose if not to grant your every wish in his power?

It isn't long until he feels your walls clenching around his cock, and he can feel his control quickly slipping.

"Fairy, my fairy," he pleads against your lips. "'m close, 'm cumming."

"In-inside, my love," you beg. "I want you to spill your seed inside me. Let it take root in my womb, and our child grow."

Your grip on his hand tightens as your love's thrusts become quicker and sloppy, and he hits that spot inside you even more harshly and roughly. You scream as your walls clamp down on his member as your arousal spills out and coats his cock. He quickly follows after you, pushing himself as deep as he can to fill your womb with his seed as a groan resonates deep within his chest.

Despite the exhaustion flooding his muscles, Robb does not collapse atop you or pull out. Instead, he presses a soft kiss on your sweaty temple and lies by your side. He holds you close and breathily chuckles at how close to sleep you look in his arms. He places a small peck on your nose and smiles at how it scrunches so adorably.

"Rest now, my love. I'll be here when you wake."

You let out a loud yawn. "Good...believe it or not, this isn't what I had planned for us."

"Oh? And what were we supposed to do before you...distracted me?"

Robb raises his brow before smirking at the memory of how you initiated seducing him. You swatted his arm.

"My mare successfully gave birth to a foal. He's so beautiful - a red and white coat. I already love him."

"Have you named him?"

"Yes, Kodak."

Robb wanted to ask why you decided to name him that of all things, but you were burrowed in his chest - already in a deep sleep. With a content smile, he followed suit and met you in a dream. A beautiful dream where it was just you, him, your children, and 'Kodak.' All of you laughing and smiling in your beloved woods.

Underneath the weirwood tree, you and he met all those years ago - when you were still a sprite, and he was still a boy. Underneath the weirwood where Robb saw you for the first time, and he swore to the Old Gods and New that he would love only you for the rest of his life.

A promise he swore then, a promise he still keeps, and a promise that remains true until his last breath.

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- Ray Holt

IT ;

- Richie Tozier

- Eddie Kaspbrak

- Beverly Marsh

- Bill Denbrough

- Stanley Uris

- Ben Hanscom

- Mike Hanlon

DEAD POET'S SOCIETY ;

- Neil Perry

- Todd Anderson

- Charlie Dalton

- John Keating

SHAMELESS ;

- Fiona Gallagher

- Philip Gallagher

- Ian Gallagher

- Debbie Gallagher

- Carl Gallagher

- Liam Gallagher

- Mickey Milkovich

- Mandy Milkovich

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- Peter Parker (A. Garfield)

- Peter Parker (T. Maguire)

- Peter B. Parker

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

- Miguel O'Hara

- Hobie Brown

THE BOYS ;

- John ‘Homelander’ Gillman

- Benjamin ‘Soldier Boy’ Hargrove

- Annie ‘Starlight’ January

- William ‘Billy’ Butcher

- Hughie Campbell

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fluff - ❀ angst - 🌦 smut - 𖦹 2,000 followers celebration - ♡

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peter parker

☾: oneshots

it's brutal out here - Peter's class is going on a field trip to Stark Industries. The catch? No one believes he's an intern at SI and no one knows he's dating Tony Stark's daughter—other than Ned and MJ. Surely nothing will go wrong, right? ❀

☾: headcanons

peter and stark!reader ❀♡

peter and introverted/cold reader ❀♡

peter and a not nerd reader ❀♡

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☾: drabbles

yelena punishes you 𖦹♡

john walker

☾: drabbles

famous/singer!reader ❀♡

frank castle

☾: headcanons

you bring home stray dogs ❀♡

joaquín torres

☾: headcanons

getting engaged and getting married ❀♡

tony stark

☾: headcanons

secretary!reader ❀♡

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And They Won (irondad)

A/N: I haven't written fanfic since i was like 16 (almost 7 years ago!) so consider this me getting back on the bike to see if I can still do it!

Classic Tony lives drabble :3

He’s hated hospitals since he was a kid – since he was told his parents weren’t coming back by a man in a white coat, since he got pneumonia and Aunt May had to run with him in her arms to the ER in all the way in Brooklyn because the Queens one was too full, since Ned broke his ankle and had to go into emergency surgery.

Peter sits in the rigid, plastic chair; legs dangling, kicking them back and forth and letting the cheap rubber squeak on the linoleum floors – his lip is bleeding, abused by his teeth, and his hands are shaking, freezing cold in this god-forsaken hallway. 

Tugging the string of his hoodie left, then right, then left again, he waits.

It’s dim, there’s not a lot of lights on in this wing; he supposes they’ll be closing visitor hours down soon, but he has to stay – he has to.

The pale-yellow door to his left – room 1590 – opens gently, and clicking heels come out; he can’t look at her.

“Pete,” Pepper touches his shoulder, crouches down a bit to be at his level. She smells like vanilla and peaches. He likes that perfume she wears – it’s on all the duvets and scarves and clothes in her and Mister Stark’s house. He wondered if that smell had changed. He’s been gone so long. “Peter?”

He finally looks up at her, then. She looks tired. Older. He’s never really seen her in comfortable clothes like this, she’s been staying over at the hospital with Mister Stark since he came out of his 41-hour operation. Even then, she had been lingering; never too far from her husband – always in a waiting room or flashing her important badge to stay as long as she could. Peter wishes he could’ve done that too, just been around, but they’d insisted he stay home until Mister Stark was stable and okay. He hadn’t slept much, though; hadn’t eaten what May had lovingly made him.

He swallows, his stomach heavy with grief, like lead. “Hey, Pepper.”

She has a tiny smile, just ever-so-slight – it took Peter the longest time to figure out when she was actually smiling, as she just has that look about her that seems like she’s always happy – her eyes are glassy. She rubs his bicep gently. Happy comes out behind her, and, wiping away tears, he heads down the hall, towards where May is watching Morgan in the waiting room.

“Wanna come say hi?” She asks gently. The whole place is quiet, dulled – muffled, like a library.

Peter shivers, nods, and slowly gets up. There’s a window into the room behind him, but the blinds are drawn – the light pouring out of the doorway and into the dark hallway is a soft yellow, not the surgical, sterile white like he’d expected.

She goes in first and stands just beyond the doorway, waiting for him to come in. He, hesitantly, crosses the threshold, and – though his brain begs him to look anywhere else – he looks to Mister Stark in the big hospital bed.

Peter sighs a shudder – not at what he’s looking at, no, but how he feels now that he’s finally here, after days of wishing and wanting and overthinking – Mister Stark is there, alive. He’s in a hospital gown, sickly-green colored with neatly-lined dots striping it, and he’s hooked up to a million beeping machines, but he’s there, alive.

He looks like hell. The right side of his face and neck are scarred, pink, and stitched up in a dozen places, and his hair is patchy and missing in a few places, but stark-white where it managed to cling on. His beard is lopsided now, seared off one side of his face to make room for the pink, third-degree burn scars on his chin and down to his covered chest. Peter is a bit glad, then, that they made him wait to see Tony – he’s not sure how his stomach would’ve handled the fresh damage.

Worst of all, though, Mister Stark’s right arm-sleeve is tied up in a tight knot over his shoulder – his left arm is clearly IV’d and strong, running under the blankets at Tony’s side, but his right arm is gone, missing.

Frozen, staring, Peter sniffles – he didn’t even realize he was starting to cry.

Mister Stark looks like he’s sleeping; maybe he is, because Pepper goes and sits in a chair that’s been pulled to his bedside, clearly her spot, and rubs his forearm gently. “Tony? Tony, Peter’s here.”

Tony’s bleary, blurry eyes crack open at that, to check that she’s telling the truth. Maybe, like Peter, he’s played this scenario over in his head a million times. 

“Pete,” The man breathes, voice light, breathy – strained. He tries to move, but Pepper puts a gentle hand on his chest, pushing him back down. “Hey, bud.”

Peter hesitates by the doorframe, but Pepper motions him closer, so he shuffles over – too nervous to steal the wheelie chair by the computer.

“Mister Stark.” He says, his voice thick. “Hey.”

Tony closes his eyes again, lets them slip closed, but manages – weakly – to pull his shaking left hand out of its confines, and place it palm-up on the scratchy, blue hospital blanket. “Hey, bud.”

Hot tears drip down Peter’s face, then, blurry and itchy in his vision, but he takes Mister Stark's hand. “How’re you feeling?”

“Me? Oh, peachy.” Tony smiles softly, as best he can. Each word is an exhale, an effort. “Sorry you couldn’t come see me sooner, kiddo. Wanted to be okay first.”

“Are you?” Peter asks, squeezing Tony’s hand ever-so-gently, just to be sure this is all real. It’s only been about a month since they were on that battlefield, since Thanos was defeated, since… Peter looks at Tony’s missing arm, and Tony offers him a weary smile.

“Battle scars, kiddo. I’ll live.” He hums, a tear running down his weathered cheek. He looks older, too. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“We won, Mister Stark.” Peter sniffles, a smile playing on his lips. “We won.”

“I know, bud.” He says, huffing a soft laugh. “Sorry it took me so long to get you back.”

Peter shakes his head. “I’m sorry I took so long to come back.”

Tony blinks, tiredly. 

“Even Stevens?” He offers.

Peter laughs through his tears – a garbled, wet sound, but he’s just so thankful. “Even Stevens.”

They sit like that for a moment, just in the silence of how real this moment is.

“Listen, kid.” Tony breathes, groaning through gritted teeth as he moves a bit. “I said some things I’m not proud of, before you… Disappeared. I just-”

“It’s okay, Mister Stark.” Peter rubs his weeping eyes. “It’s okay. I forgive you. You’ve had five years to dish out grief about it, but I was only gone for, like, a second; I don’t even need that long to forgive you.”

Tony breathes out a deep breath and squeezes Peter’s hand back weakly. 

“I’m glad you’re okay, Pete.” He says. “Cuz I love you. I know things are different now, or they seem different, but… You’re a good kid. I’ve always known that.”

Tony’s eyes flutter shut at that, and a machine beeps.

“That’s our cue, I’m afraid.” Pepper offers Peter a sorry gaze. “The staff gets mad if we stay past ten.”

She stands, kisses her husband's cheek softly, and touches his hair with her gentle fingers. Peter sniffles, unable to let go of Tony’s hand.

“I’ll be here, Peter, I promise.” Tony huffs, squeezing the kid's hand one last time before Pepper guides him away. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

[perseephoneee]

starlight [ficmas day 11] [peter parker x afab!reader]

↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ ficmas 2024

author's note: we're in the home stretch of ficmas which means these will likely be shorter drabbles but HEY you'll get more of them.

playlist:

peter parker -- the sleepy haunts

thank you -- led zeppelin

cold december night -- michael buble

I. Gemini

"Do you think he realizes he's had Cheez-it crumbs stuck in his mustache this entire time?" you ask, twirling your pencil between your fingers. 

Peter narrowed his eyes at what you were looking at, which happened to be your Professor. To be completely honest, he had stopped listening to the lecture a while ago. 

"I don't think he notices."

"Ridiculous," you groaned, sinking back into your seat. "This class is ridiculous."

Peter stifled laughter. It was fall quarter at the local community college, and he had met the first day in Astronomy 101. He had to take an elective, and this one was the least likely to ruin his Spider-Man duties. You sat down right next to him on the first day and introduced yourself before offering him goldfish. It was a fast friendship. 

"You only have a few more weeks until winter break," Peter reminded you, trying to engage back with the lesson. You were doodling stars. 

"Ah, a few more weeks until hibernation." You grinned at Peter, one full of teeth and mischief. He felt his heart rate pick up, but he stamped it down. He couldn't get close to you, not like that. You resumed sitting normally in your seat. "Do you have plans for the holidays?"

"Uh…no," he tapped his notebook. He had been trying his best to ignore the holidays. They'd be the first ones without Aunt May. "My family isn't really in the picture."

"That's okay," you responded. "Mine aren't either."

Peter respected how understanding you could be. You never pushed him to open up, even if you did push him to engage with the world outside. You never asked why he'd sometimes be covered in cuts and bruises. You just handed him a bandaid and told him about some puppy you saw walking over the class. He wonders if you knew how amazing you could be. 

"What do you want for Christmas, Pete?" you inquired. You pulled a bag of goldfish out of your backpack and offered some to him. He took a few. 

My Aunt. Ned. MJ. Mr. Stark. My life, Peter wanted to say. He bit his tongue, thinking of an answer. 

"Maybe a soldering station."

"Nerd," you teased, but there was no venom behind it. "I want Drew Starkey at my doorstep."

"How's that going for you?"

"Awful," you sighed, and Peter couldn't help but laugh. A few rows looked over to glare at you two. You flipped them all off. Students started getting up at that moment, and class ended. You stretched, your bones cracking in the process. "Let's go get pho; it's freezing outside."

Peter didn't even really like pho, but you liked it, so he'd go. He'd go wherever you asked. 

II. Canis Major

Knock knock. Knock knock. 

Peter groaned, shuffling out of bed. There was someone knocking on his window. He had a good feeling about who that someone was. 

You were sitting on his fire escape, breathing on the glass of his window and drawing obscene images with your finger. He opened the window to your grin. 

"It's four in the morning," Peter groaned, rubbing his eyes. 

"Put on your business clothes; there are shooting stars that can be seen at Battery Park."

"Astronomy class is over; we're on break now."

"And stars are beautiful. Beauty should be appreciated," you said, shoving your hands in your pockets. You were wearing a scarf and mittens, your hair pushed back with your beanie. Peter didn't know how long you'd been out there. "I appreciate you, don't I?"

Sometimes, Peter hated you because you said things like that, which made his ears red and his words stop working. He thinks you continued to say them because of that reaction. 

"I'll get dressed."

"Atta boy."

He put on his warmest clothes and followed you down the fire escape. You had brewed coffee at home and handed him a thermos. You were always prepared; that much was sure. On the subway, it would only take half an hour on the E to get to Battery Park. It was basically empty when you guys got on. You sat in companionable silence as you rode the distance. 

Peter was slightly more awake by the time you got off the subway, the cold air helping with his drowsiness. You were annoyingly perky for the early morning. He followed you up one of the hills to an alcove of trees. You had brought a backpack with you, which you pulled a blanket out of, and some hand warmers. Peter sat down next to you as you stared at the sky with the energy of a kid on Christmas. 

"Aren't you excited?" you whispered.

"I'll be excited when I'm dead."

"I forget how snarky you are when you're tired," you frown. Peter chuckles because he doesn't think you're used to someone being as witty as you are. You grab his arm when the first shooting star appears. He has to admit that it's beautiful and insane. It was a meteor shower in the flesh, and you both sat peacefully and watched the stars crash by. You leaned against Peter, your warmth finding solace in his own. You smelled like fresh coffee and winter mornings. You turned to him, face so close to his own. "Make a wish, Parker."

Peter could've wished for a whole lotta things, but for some reason, he settled on more moments like these. He wondered what you wished for. 

You both stayed until the sun started to rise. 

"Will you come and spend Christmas with me? It's just my Dad, and he has to work the night shift."

Peter said yes because he could never say no to you. 

III. Orion

You and your Dad prepared roast ham with scalloped potatoes and steamed vegetables for Christmas dinner. Peter didn't remember the last time he had a home-cooked meal. 

He liked your Dad, even if he was intimidating. He was the police chief, so he was intimidating, but he also had a fatherly warmth that didn't make him seem scary. Peter thought he probably wouldn't be upset to be arrested by him. 

Your Dad had to run to the station for Christmas shenanigans and left you and Pete with some dessert that he bought at the bakery down the street. Currently, Peter is on dishwashing duty. You were sipping some wine that you found in a cabinet and leaning against the lip of the sink. Peter was soaping up one of the pans. 

"I got you a gift," you say, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Peter groans.

"I told you not to."

"I'm not a good listener."

"I knew that much," Peter mumbles. You laugh, squeezing his arm as you walk to the living room behind him. You come back a second later with a ribbon-tied package. Peter dries his hands. "You really shouldn't have."

"I like giving gifts," you shrug. "Now open it."

He does. It's a series of pocketbooks about different mathematical theories. He's embarrassed about how excited he is about them. Peter hugs you as a thank you. 

"I got you something as well."

"Now, who's not a good listener?" you said matter of factedly. Peter goes to his bag, grabs a haphazardly wrapped package, and hands it to you with a blush on his cheeks. You take apart the wrapping delicately, even though it's badly done. You let out a squeal of delight as you see what it is. "A cat!"

"A robotic cat. It'll purr if you pet it," Peter explains, showing the inner workings of the cat. He used the college's engineering lab for their 3D printer, soldering station, and electronics supplies. He knew you wanted a pet, but your apartment wouldn't allow it. You cuddled the boxy creature to your chest. 

"It's perfect," you hummed. You put the cat down and kissed Peter on the cheek. His cheek still burned after the fact, and suddenly, he wanted to tell you everything. You had been his only friend since everything happened. You were the most understanding person he knew. And he was so tired of hiding everything. 

“Y/N?”

"Hmm?"

"Can I tell you something?" Peter coughed. He looked down at your hands, which you were holding. He didn't even recognize you grabbed his hands after you kissed his cheek; he was so focused on the latter. You nodded, brows furrowed, telling him to continue on. The words were mush in his throat, but he pushed through anyway. 

"I'm Spider-Man," he stuttered. He expected you to freak out, to demand answers. You just blinked at him. 

"I know."

"You know?"

"I'm perceptive," you shrugged. He was dumbfounded. "You're cute when you're confused." He was even more dumbfounded. You stepped backward, pulling him towards your room. "I have a secret too."

Peter was now in a state of shock since it seemed that you already knew his biggest secret. He had no idea what to expect in your room. A secret drug stash? A collection of Beanie Babies? He had no idea. You opened your closet and rifled through the bottom before pulling out something white and pink. Then you proceeded to thoroughly wreck his mind. 

You thwipped a web, closing the door. 

Peter's jaw dropped.

"I may or may not be Spider-Woman."

You stood in silence. 

"You're WHAT?"

[irondad-creator-awards]

All Winners and Runners-Up have now been added to the collections, though some will be awaiting permission.

The Bookmarks are all processed though for Winners and Runners-Up so you can find them all there.

Here is a list for simplicity's sake of our 2024 WInners and Runners-Up.

Best Multi -Chapter

Winner: Get Off My Lawn by Or I'll Turn The Hose On You by Bergen

Runner-Up:  Broken Mirrors And Fragile Things by Evienyx

Best Drabble

Winner: Peter Parker Needs A Hug by Happyaspie

Runner-Up:  They Happen Because Of You by Diamondshard143

Best One -Shot

Winner:  How To Get Banned From Monaco (Again) by Niniblack

Runner-Up:  King Of The Interns by Isadancurtisproduction

Best Plot Twist

Winner: Dark Matter by Mysterycyclone

Runner-Up:  Occupational Hazard by Bergen

Best Biodad

Winner: The Moon And Stars (And Gummy Worms Where They Shouldn’t Be) by Jaworley

Runner-Up:  I Believe I'm Lacking Some Context by Bergen

Best World's Colliding

Winner: Heir Of Stark Industries by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Runner-Up:  4.2 And Running In Circles (Don’t Give Up Kid by I’m Here) by Jaworley

Best Hurt/Comfort

Winner: To Be Built Back Up Again by Fotibrit

Runner-Up:  If You Find That You Feel Lost by I'll Be Your Ticket Back by Kingdomfaraway

Best Homeless

Winner: Leap Of Faith (Catch Me If You Can) by Erinwantstowrite

Runner-Up:  Broken Mirrors And Fragile Things by Evienyx

Best Adoption

Winner: 7 Times Peter Starts To Realize He Has A Family + The One Time He Knows He Does by Jaworley

Runner-Up:  100 Hours (Community Service Is For The Turtles) by Orphanaccount

Best Fix -It Fic

Winner: Tis The Damn Season (For A Christmas Miracle) by Peacockgirl

Runner-Up:  The Fifth Stage Of Grief by Bergen

Best 5+1

Winner: The Iron Dad Protocol by Peacockgirl

Runner-Up:  5 Times Peter’s Metabolism Screwed Him Over by For_The_Night

Best Identity Reveal

Winner: Coincidentally— by Bergen

Runner-Up:  All I've Waited For (Where You Belonged) by Jaworley

Best Kidnapping

Winner: I Know My Name (It's All I Know For Sure) by Jaworley

Runner-Up:  How To Catch A Spider -Man by Ctrsara

Best Bonus Bond

Winner: Take Me By The Hand (I Miss You) by Jaworley

Runner-Up:  Unofficial SI Lemonade Business by Happyaspie

Best Humor

Winner: Hierarchy Of Needs  by Bergen

Runner-Up:  Ned Leeds' Beginner's Guide To Faking Sick by Happyaspie

Best Wild Card Story

Winner: Lies Of Omission by Bergen

Runner-Up:  An Unexpected Reunion by Sara (Ctrsara)

Best AU

Winner: A Sky Full Of Stars by Olliecollie

Runner-Up:  The Spiderman And The Frog by Bergen

Best Series

Winner: Finding The Way Home by Peacockgirl

Runner-Up:  More Than An Intern by Jaworley

The All -Time Favorite

Winner: Leap Of Faith (Catch Me by If You Can) by Erinwantstowrite

Runner-Up:  Identity Saga by Kitcat992

The 2023/2024 Favorite       

Winner: Deadpool's Guide To Accidental Kidnapping by Inkinmyheartandonthepage              

Runner-Up:  Broken Mirrors And Fragile Things by Evienyx

THE PROLIFIC WRITER AWARD     

Winner: Bergen           

Runner-Up:  Inkinmyheartandonthepage   

THE NEWBIE

Winner: Mswinifredquale     

Runner-Up:  Badass_Bookworm

THE OG           

Winner: Jaworley       

Runner-Up:  Peacockgirl       

BEST IRON FAMILY FANART             

Winner: Spideyart     

Runner-Up:  Reeneeart         

MOST HEARTBREAKING FANART 

Winner: Spideyart     

Runner-Up:  Stxrddst              

Best Sketch  

Winner: Moritashi      

Runner-Up:  Monireh

Best Wild Card          

Winner: Spidey -Art  

Winner: Reeneeart    

Best Fic Art   

Winner: Monireh

Runner-Up:  Happyaspie

Best Cartoon

Winner: Happyaspie

Best Canon -Redraw

Winner: Melty -Artz

[darkst4lker]

(𖤐) REQUESTS (drabbles, one-shots) / open

— I WRITE: romance, smut, fluff, angst, things that involve vampirism, death, murder or blood and violence, supernatural creatures (fairies, vampires, etc) and you can suggest things that aren't on this list.

— I DON'T WRITE: anything that transgress basic criteria to a legal extent (rape/pedophilia/zoophilia) nor anything eschatologic don't waste your time leaving those requests because i will delete them. i also don't write anything that involves dom!reader regarding smut.

— list of characters and series (you can suggest more):

⌗ LOTR/THE HOBBIT: thranduil, legolas, bilbo, arwen, galadriel, aragorn, boromir.

⌗ HARRY POTTER: harry potter, hermione granger, draco malfoy, sirius black, remus lupin, james potter, lily evans, luna lovegood, regulus black, bellatrix lestrange, narcissa malfoy, lucius malfoy, severus snape, poly!marauders x reader, poly!marauders + lily x reader, drarry x reader, wolfstar x reader, slytherin!harry.

⌗ THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: damon salvatore, elena gilbert, katherine pierce, (im currently watching so when i get to know klaus and elijah better they will be probably added.)

⌗ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE: daenerys targaryen, daemon targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen, shiera seastar, rhaenys I targaryen, visenya tararyen, aegon targaryen "the conqueror", poly!conquerors, viserys targaryen III, jon snow, robb stark, melisandre, ned stark, cersei lannister, jaime lannister, alicent hightower, gwayne hightower, aemond targaryen.

⌗ THE BOYS: soldier boy, homelander, starlight, queen maeve, billy butcher, firecracker.

⌗ FOUNDATION: cleon, literally any cleon.

⌗ BALDURS GATE 3: astarion ancunin.

⌗ IWTV: lestat de lioncourt (2022 & 1994), louis de point du lac (1994, bc that version is bi), claudia (2022), madeleine éparvier (2022), daniel molloy (2022).

⌗ THE WALKING DEAD: rick grimes, daryl dixon, lowkey shane walsh (and probably negan when i get to s6-s7), maggie rhee, michonne.

⌗ STAR WARS: anakin skywalker, padme amidala, leia organa, luke skywalker, han solo.

⌗ MARVEL: loki laufeyson, tony stark, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, dr strange, deadpool, charles xavier, pietro maximoff, valkyrie (brunnhilde), peter parker (andrew garfield).

⌗ CASTLEVANIA: alucard, trevor belmont, sypha belnades, vlad dracula tepes, carmilla.

⌗ JJBA: jotaro kujo, kakyoin noriaki, dio brando, kishibe rohan, josuke higashikata, joseph joestar, caesar zeppeli, jonathan joestar, bruno bucciarati, jolyne kujo.

⌗ KUROSHITSUJI: sebastian michaelis, claude faustus, soma asman kadar, grell sutcliff, mey-rin, undertaker, beast, joker.

⌗ DEATH NOTE: light yagami, l lawliet, misa amane.

[writingsofwesteros]

Dark Eddard Stark and wife reader. Eddard Stark big breeding kink

AN: Hi, it's not my best - life getting involved and i was on this for way too long so thought i would post. Hope you like it anyway x

NSFW

“Fuck -..” Ned grunted in your ear from on top of you. Your eyes were already rolling as you clung to the pillow your face was stuffed into. “Hmm, that’s it…such a good girl.” His soft words whispered into your ear. You whined so prettily at how full you felt; your soaked, creamy pussy clamping down on his fat, throbbing cock.

Your soft lips parted as you began to whine into the pillow some more; your moans of pleasure easily muted. Tears running down your cheeks as he grunted some more; the noises echoing with ease in his personal chambers. 

His larger hands groped your soft, bare body as your hold only tightened on the sheets. “Good girl.” The wolf purred, causing those cheeks of yours to brightly blush. The praise as ever caused such a reaction that Ned knew. His dark chuckles were enough of a response as his hot mouth brushed down your sweet, soft neck.

His larger hand moved down your back; shivers running down your spine once more before he palmed at your arse. His hand came down and had you gasping out at the slap. It only made Ned more amused as he did it again and again. You moaned into the pillow once more as your creamy, sensitive pussy clamped down.

“Ned..oh - ah, gods..” You whined and moaned out as your body began to rock back against his thrusts. Those soft, ample breasts of yours bouncing. His thicker fingers brushed over your pebbled nipples and pinched them. His larger hand moving down your stomach and pushing against the bulge his fat cock was creating.

Ned’s dark chuckling echoed in your ear once more as you practically squealed in pleasure. Your body is arching against him with deep need. The climax that had come over you so strongly was threatening to push you over the edge. His fat cock throbbed some more as Ned began to grunt in your ear. Your wetness squirts around with every thrust.

Ned himself couldn’t stop his own climax as he bottomed; pushing against your bulge once more as you whimpered so prettily. He pushed you further into the sheets as his soft, brown eyes full of desire fluttered shut. His cum flooded your creamy pussy as you began to milk him. The wet, obscene noises echoing around the room.

Still, he was not finished. His hand snaked around your stomach as you clung to the covers and trembled against him. His thick fingers roughly rubbed at your sweet, sensitive clit and you began to whine for him to stop. “Please…” You whined and found the strength to look up at him whilst his smirk still tugged on his lips.

“Hmm, we need heirs, my love….do we not?” Ned purred as he leaned in and licked up your neck. His mouth watering at your taste and scent. “You are such a good, pretty wife, hmm?” He continued to tease you. The compliments coming your way only had a blush travelling your soft skin, which only caused him to chuckle.

“And you enjoy such activities..” Ned hummed as his hips slowly began to rock now; pushing deeper inside your creamy pussy. Your eyes rolled at the intense pleasure beginning to build inside you once more. Gods, you were so sensitive and each thrust had your wetness soaking his fat length as he throbbed inside you.

Your toes curled as his hot mouth was soon capturing yours passionately. His tongue pushing in to dance with your own. His larger hand gently cupping your face as he pushed deeper; his body completely on top of you. Your eyes rolled as his fat head bullied the soft, spongy spot that had you whimpering and drooling for him.

He sucked on your tongue some more as his thrusts only quickened; his desire to fill you again rising inside him.

[ladycatofwinterfell]

Sick Ned high on milk of the poppy. He has no filter and can’t stop flirting with Cat even in front of poor maester luwin.

Maester Luwin has once again been exposed to things he would rather not be exposed to, Ned has an unknown sickness/injury and Cat is tired. I cannot emphasise this enough; enjoy!

Maester Luwin had decided he would not die very quickly. There would be pain, or would take time to make a recovery, though in the end he would have his health and there was no danger to his life.

Therefore Catelyn did not worry for him particularly much. Of course she was unhappy with the state of her husband and felt his pain deeply, she wanted nothing but for him to be well again. Though she did not have the time to think of him. With Ned indisposed many of his duties passed to her, so there was much to occupy her thoughts with.

Though she took the time to visit him whenever she could. Most of the time he was asleep, then she merely sat at his bedside. Embroidered, mended clothing, read a book. That day was different, she had been told he was awake and had asked for her.

Her lord had asked for her and so she had put aside what she was doing and gone to him. It would be good to see those eyes of his for once, and hear his voice.

“Cat!” Ned said when she came into his chamber.

His gaze was somewhat foggy, he seemed to have trouble focusing on her. Still she had to smile when she saw him. He was right there all the time, though she missed him all the same. Missed having him with her more often.

Maester Luwin stood by Ned’s bedside. He said nothing, though nodded towards her.

“Good day, my love” she said to Ned.

He smiled back at her, looking surprisingly joyful for a man that should have been in terrible pain.

When she came to sit on the edge of the bed his smile grew even wider.

“How are you feeling?”

She reached towards him to touch his cheek. His beard had grown rather unruly, she would have to see to that.

“Better now when you’re here.”

He made himself more comfortable against the pillows, then took her hand and brought it from his cheek to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

“Are you not in pain?”

Officially the question was directed towards Ned, though she looked at Maester Luwin. Ned, of course not understanding that, began mumbling something incoherently.

“I give him as much of the milk of the poppy as I dare, my lady” Maester Luwin told her. “He should not be–“

Suddenly Ned’s words became more coherent, leading the poor maester to trail off into silence.

“I need no milk of the poppy when I have you.”

Catelyn squeezed his hand, letting her thumb run over the back.

“That is sweet, my dearest, though it would be good if you did not interrupt Maester Luwin.”

“I take no offence, my lady” Luwin assured her with a nod.

Both of them were well aware it was the milk of the poppy that was speaking, not Ned. He was not acting like himself.

Catelyn turned back to Ned.

“I was told you asked for me. Do you have something you wish to say?”

He blinked slowly, as if trying to remember what it was he wanted. She expected he would ask of the children or the grain stores or something else that had appeared in his mind. It was probably not doing him well to be indisposed and of no use.

“You’re beautiful” was what he actually said.

“Thank you, though what was it you wanted to tell me?”

Perhaps trying to get it out of him was an impossible task, though she could try. If he had wanted her to come there had to be something.

“I miss you” he continued.

She was with him more often than he was aware of.

“You should be better soon, then you will see me all the time.”

Then he would never be rid of her.

“I dream of you. What the maester gives me makes me dream.”

Maester Luwin cleared his throat.

“It’s very common with this–“

Once again Ned began talking over him and Catelyn could not help but sigh.

“It makes me ache for you.”

“Ned” Catelyn said firmly.

She did her very best to give him a stern look, though she believed it was ruined by that she was also a little amused by it.

When she glanced at Maester Luwin she saw that he had found a very interesting spot in the ceiling that he was studying.

“I want your skin–“

It was her turn to interrupt him, though she did so by placing her free hand over his mouth as she suspected he would not have listened to her otherwise.

“Oh hush with you, that is most improper.”

Ned raised his eyebrows at her, then she felt a sharp pain in the palm of her hand, making her immediately pull it back again.

“Did you bite me?” she exclaimed.

It had happened before, of course, though never in the palm of her hand. And never when they were not alone.

“Just a nip” Ned solemnly informed her. “You have never complained before.”

“Do forgive him, Maester Luwin, he is not acting like himself” she sighed.

Maester Luwin was not yet finished studying his finding in the ceiling, and he did not look at her as her answered.

“Lord Stark is affected by the poppy milk.”

The ridiculousness of it all struck her as she once again looked at her bedridden husband. It would be good to have him back on his feet again, she hoped it would be soon. And she prayed he would then continue to be in good health.

“I will leave you now as you so clearly cannot handle my presence” she chuckled.

Never before had she seen her lord husband pout, and she believed she would never see it again.

She leaned down and kissed his forehead, felt his fingers ghost over her cheek as she did so.

“Come back soon” he whispered.

“I will be back when I have time.”

When he was once again asleep and unaware of that she was there.

Maester Luwin did have a look of relief on his face as she nodded towards him and left the room. Perhaps he had tried to hide it, but she saw. And she understood it.

Catelyn met Robb not far away from there.

“How is Father? Can I visit him?”

“Perhaps you should wait” she told him. “He’s rather up on the clouds, the milk of the poppy makes his head very foggy.”

And his tongue very loose.

[cdragons]

hiii i see you lurking :3 miss u love u muah muah muah!!!!

I don't know what you're talking about, my love O//W//O, but please enjoy this little drabble dedicated to another one of our brainchild. Happy 1K followers, my love! It's been so wonderful to see how much your blog has grown and it brings me so much joy to know that others see what an incredible writer you are.

"It's not fair!" Sansa insisted to her parents, stomping one foot on the stone floor, emphasizing her anger and ire. "Birdy is MY friend, not Robb's! He can't keep trying to steal her!"

"She's not an actual bird, sister," Robb quipped back, annoyed that his younger sister was making such a pointless fuss. "And I wasn't stealing. We were simply talking."

Lord Eddard Stark was exhausted after a long day of acting as the high lords of his ancestral home. The last thing he had expected was his solar to be barged in by his eldest daughter, demanding that his eldest son and her older trueborn brother be barred from speaking from her favorite handmaiden. However, it seemed that dealing with Robb was going to be as much as a dread, if not more than Sansa, if his tense shoulders and scowl were anything to go by.

It wasn't that Ned Stark wasn't grateful for your presence, however strange the circumstances of your arrival were. It was highly unusual for a bastard of a noble to come to be the handmaid of a highborn lord's daughter such as Sansa, even more so when your sire was none other than Roose Bolton himself. Truly, he was shocked when Sansa begged him and his wife to promote you to such a high rank. But he couldn't deny how happy you've made his daughter.

"Look, Father!" she was beaming the other morning when she came down to the Great Hall to break fast with the family. "Do you notice anything different today?" Now, Ned loved all his children, but he was the first to admit that he was as ill-informed as any other man regarding matters of women and young girls. However, looking up from his plate, he was surprised to indeed have noticed something different about his daughter's appearance today. "You've done something with your hair," he replied, inwardly delighted with himself from how Sansa smiled wider. "It looks lovely, dear." "Isn't it beautiful? Birdy brushed and braided it for me!" Sansa went to her seat. "She found wild blue roses the other day and thought of braiding them into my hair today!" "It looks wonderful, Sansa," Catelyn Stark nodded. Despite her distaste for her husband's decision to take in Roose Bolton's bastard, she couldn't deny that the girl was good at her work. "Birdy said she could go to the market at Winter Town tomorrow. But she said that she'd wait until after my lessons with Septa Mordane if I wanted to come with her," Sansa looked at her parents with pleading eyes. "May I please go?" Catelyn nodded, "Robb, would you mind escorting your sister and Lady Snow to the marketplace later after your lessons with Rodrick?" Sansa spoke for her brother. "There's no need for Robb to join us. Birdy already asked Jon to do it." "I'll go," Robb interjected, ecstatic with glee at the idea of walking around town with you. He looked back to see your reaction. As usual, you weren't paying attention to anyone and lost in your little world. You seemed to be talking to a new bird today, the little creature cheerily twittering into your ear. Robb spent the rest of the meal lost in his daytime dreams of you, utterly oblivious to the growing irritation of his younger sister.

Sansa pouted and crossed her arms, "You already have Jon, and Theon follows you everywhere! Why do you need to talk to Birdy for anything anyway? She doesn't like to talk about swords or hunting..." She turned to their father. "He even went so far as to pull her into a corner after we broke fast!"

"WHA-!" Robb balked, and the tips of his ears went red. "I did NOT--!"

"Robb," their father, Ned Stark, turned to his son with stern eyes. While Ned was confident that Robb knew better than to act so dishonorably, he wasn't blind to how quickly his eldest son and heir had taken to Sansa's new handmaiden. "Is what your sister speaks true?"

Robb rubbed his eyes and loudly sighed out his frustration. He loved his sister as much as anyone else in his family, but gods above, she could be so much. Really, how can you ever manage to keep your patience with such a tiresome girl he'll never understand?

"No," he firmly replied. "I was merely informing her that I would be joining Jon in escorting her and Sansa to the market."

"I already told you that you don't have to come!" Sansa growled. "Every time Birdy and I talk, you have to come in and interrupt!"

"You spend so much time together. Have you ever considered that perhaps I'm rescuing her from you?" Robb muttered, just low enough for his sister to hear but not his father.

"I heard that, Robb," their father grumbled. Ned looked like he had aged ten years since his children came in and interrupted his peace. "Sansa, you know better than to falsely accuse your brother like that. Robb, please refrain from any impulsive actions. As the next Lord of Winterfell, you need to remember your differing stations."

"Yes, Father," the siblings grumbled in unison. But anyone could tell that this issue was far from over.

"Honestly...! Robb can be so annoying!" Sansa and you have just returned from the market stand with your favorite spinner. What should have been a relaxing walk turned out to be a tiresome activity with the addition of not one but both of her older brothers. "He always has to put his nose into everything!" She waited for you to agree, but you were silent. Turning to look at you, her frustration grew when she realized you weren't paying attention. "Are you even listening to me?"

You finally looked up from your knitting and impassively blinked. "Not really...why? Was it important?"

Sansa sighed before sitting beside you. You and her were sitting underneath the Weirwood Tree, your favorite spot in the Godswood. "As your lady, everything I say to you is important. You're my handmaid; you should know this..."

You dispassionately shrugged. "I'm still not very familiar with the ways of highborn nobles."

Sansa indignantly huffed before pouting. You gave a small smile before going back to your knitting.

“Who do you like better, me or Robb?”

You look at her lady in surprise and confusion. “Your brother? Lord Stark’s firstborn?”

Sansa nods. “Yes, now tell me, do you like me or him better?”

You cocks your head to the side. “Why would that matter, my lady?”

“Because it does!” Sansa rolls her eyes. "He's always interrupting us and trying to flirt with you!"

You carefully think about it. You hadn’t really spent much time with Lord Robb. You're more likely to play with the little ones or Jon, which is common ground for both of you being bastards. In the beginning, Robb tended to avoid you whenever he could. But now he tends to single you out whenever he sees you and his sister talking. “Your brother has been very kind to me. He is certainly very nice. But I haven’t spent much time with him to know. When he does try to talk to me, I find it sometimes difficult to talk with him.”

Sansa’s eyes widen. “He hasn’t been rude to you like Theon, has he?” She shook her head.

“No, just…hard to talk. Not much to say from me to him I suppose.”

“Is that how it is with me?”

You turn to Sansa. “No, I find it very easy to talk to you, my lady. You are very different from me, but I like our discussions very much.”

Each word you spoke was true. Many would consider your Lady Sansa, a silly little girl who believed in too many stories about pretty princes and great heroes. But you knew true evil - you were born from it and was raised with it looming over your shoulder for your entire life. Snasa may have been naive, but she was a kind girl who still saw the beauty in her world. A beauty you couldn't see, but could appreciate.

You and her were very different, but you enjoyed spending time with her. It was apparent she was very proud of her noble birth, but you never felt uncomfortable. In fact, you felt as relaxed with her as you do with Maester Luwin, going so far as to speak informally with her without any other company.

Sansa smiles and hugs you. “I think so, too. So you do like me more than Robb.”

You think and nod. “Yes, I am very confident to say that is the case.”

Jon loved Robb - really, he did. But gods above, his brother could be a brat. "Future lords aren't supposed to sulk."

Robb growled, "I am not sulking."

"Pouting, then..." Jon muttered, going back to aim his arrow at the target. But the arrow flew over the wall when a stray snowball hit his head. Jon turned to his brother, annoyed. "If you want to get to know her so bad, why don't you talk to her without Sansa? You might stand a better chance than just pining after her all day."

"I am not - oh, fuck off," Robb went back to hacking the straw dummy before him. He didn't want to admit it, but Jon was right. It didn't take a genius to guess that his terrible mood had little to do with training and more to do with the fact he failed in his chance to get you alone...again. "Why does she have to be around Birdy all the time, anyway?"

"...Because she's her lady...?"

Robb wanted to scream, "Yeah, but - y'know...doesn't ever annoy you?"

Jon shook his head. Truthfully, it wasn't long ago that his relationship with his half-sister was very different. Before you arrived at Winterfell, the way Sansa treated him was barely better than Lady Stark. She neither acknowledged his presence nor ever referred to him as her brother. But ever since your arrival, the icy wall that separated began to slowly thaw. After befriending you, Sansa gained a whole different perspective on bastardy and was more thoughtful and considerate of how she treated Jon. She even gave him a handkerchief with an embroidered direwolf for his name-day gift.

Jon doubted he and Sansa would ever be as close as he and Ayra, but they were making progress.

Robb wiped the sweat pooling on his forehead. "What would I even talk about with her?"

Jon had the nerve to act oblivious. "Why're you asking me?"

Robb's curse nearly spewed out, "You know why. You're the only one she likes talking to... what the hell do the two of you even talk about for so long?"

"I dunno," Jon shrugged. He knew he wasn't being particularly helpful, but he really didn't have an answer. "Look, just talk to her about anything. Better than what you do now..."

"What are you two talking about?"

Robb and Jon turned around in a panic. There you were, standing in the courtyard with your infamous impassive stare. It was painful to see how effortlessly beautiful you were. You stood like a true beacon of Northern beauty, so much so that all the animals inside the keep craved your company. Robb couldn't recall the number of times he found you cheerily conversing with rats from the kitchen or the crows in the rook.

What he would give to have you speak with him with such eagerness...

"Nothing of importance, my lady," he tried to act as normal as possible. "Why? Do you need assistance with anything?"

You shook your head. "I just wanted to drop something off, " you said, digging into your pouch. You pulled out a package wrapped in a burlap sack and twine. "I mended your gloves. They were looking a bit frayed, so I stitched them. They should last a bit longer now."

Robb didn't respond. He just stood and stared like an idiot who had forgotten his own name. It wasn't until Jon jabbed into his side with his elbow that he thanked you for your help.

"Thank you, my lady," He cleared his throat before taking the package from your hands. He opened the package and wasn't surprised in the least at how his old gloves looked better than when he first got them. You always had that magic touch. "They smell different."

You nodded, "Yes, Ayra mentioned that you were upset last week because I didn't give you my favor since I promised to give it to Jon. She also said you stink after training, so I should ensure the gloves mask the odor." When he didn't react, you decided to provide further clarification. "She said it would help you."

"I'm going to kill Arya," Robb thought to himself. He could see Jon's shoulder shake with laughter from the corner of his eye.

You bowed to take your leave. "Now, excuse me, my lords. I must attend to Edwina."

"A fellow maid?"

"No, the duck in the stable. She's pregnant, and I knitted a scarf for her."

Happy 1K, my love!

[godjustkys]

╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist;

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR;

- Teen wolf

- Marvel Cinematic Universe

- Supernatural

- The Walking Dead (AMC)

- Merlin (BBC)

- Stranger things

- Dune

- Game of Thrones

- F.R.I.E.N.D.S

- The Maze Runner

- Lord of The Rings

- The Hobbit

- Harry Potter

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine

- IT

- Diary of a Wimpy Kid

- Dead Poet's Society

- Shameless

- Handsome Devil

- The Black Phone

- Sweet Home

- Arcane

- Spider-man Universe

- The Goldfinch

- The Last of Us

- The Beekeeper

- Weak Hero Class 1

- Bad and Crazy

ANIMES;

- Demon Slayer

- My Hero Academia

(the anime list will get updated as long as I continue watching anime.)

Characters I will to write for;

Teen wolf:

- Stiles Stilinski

Stiles Stilinski x top!m!reader (smut)

- Scott McCall

none yet..

- Derek Hale

none yet..

- Allison Argent

none yet..

- Lydia Martin

none yet..

- Isaac Lahey

none yet..

- Jackson Whittemore

none yet..

- Peter Hale

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- Malia Tate

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- Kira Yukimura

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- Liam Dunbar

none yet..

- Theo Raeken

none yet..

- Jordan Parrish

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- Erica Reyes

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- Ethan Steiner

none yet..

- Aiden Steiner

none yet..

- Christopher Argent

none yet..

- Mason Hewitt

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- Danny Mahealani

none yet..

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

- Tony Stark

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- Peter Parker

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- Bruce Banners

none yet..

- Thor Odinson

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- Loki Laufeyson

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- Steve Rogers

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- Natasha Romanoff

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- Stephen Strange

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- Wanda Maximoff

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- Clint Barton

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- Bucky Barnes

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- Carol Danvers

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- Shuri

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- Sam Wilson

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- Okoye

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- Wade Wilson

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- Pietro Maximoff

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- Vision

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- Yelena Belova

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- Peter Quill

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- Gamora

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- Nebula

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- Matt Murdock

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- Frank Castle

none yet..

- Xu Shang-chi

none yet..

- Eddie Brock

none yet..

Supernatural:

- Dean Winchester

'What a perv.' Dean x top!m!reader (smut)

Hate sex with Dean (male reader, smut)

smut drabble (male reader)

- Sam Winchester

sam being the subbiest of them all (smut, male reader)

- Castiel

none yet..

ALL; SUPERNATURAL HEADCANONS (NSFW)

(I have little knowledge of supernatural.)

The Walking Dead:

- Rick Grimes

none yet..

- Carl Grimes

none yet..

- Michonne

none yet..

- Negan

none yet..

- Daryl Dixon

male reader x daryl dixon (smut)

- Eugene

none yet..

- Rosita Espinosa

none yet..

- Maggie Greene

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- Glenn Rhee

none yet..

- Carol Peletier

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- Andrea

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- Gabriel Stokes

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- Dwight

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- Simon

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Merlin:

- Merlin

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- Arthur Pendragon

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- Morgana Pendragon

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- Guinevere

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- Lancelot

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- Mordred

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- Gwaine

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- Percival

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- Elyan

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- Leon

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Strangers things:

- Mike Wheeler

none yet..

- Nancy Wheeler

none yet..

- Will Byers

none yet..

- Jonathan Byers

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- Joyce Byers

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- Jim Hopper

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- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

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- Lucas Sinclair

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- Dustin Henderson

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- Steve Harrington

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- Maxine Mayfield

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- Billy Hargrove

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- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

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- Eddie Munson

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- Henry Creel

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- Robin Buckley

none yet..

ALL; stranger things headcanons.. pt 1.

Dune:

- Paul Atreides

none yet..

- Leto Atreides

none yet..

- Chani

none yet..

- Feyd-Rautha

none yet..

- Duncan Idaho

none yet..

- Stilgar

none yet..

Game of Thrones:

- Ned Stark

none yet..

- Catelyn Stark

none yet..

- Robb Stark

none yet..

- Jon Snow

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- Theon Greyjoy

none yet..

- Sansa Stark

none yet..

- Arya Stark

none yet..

- Tywin Lannister

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- Jaime Lannister

none yet..

- Cersei Lannister

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- Tyrion Lannister

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- Tommen Baratheon

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- Joffrey Baratheon

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- Daenerys Targaryen

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- Jorah Mormont

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- Sandor Clegane

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- Samwell Tarly

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- Margaery Tyrell

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- Tormund Giantsbane

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- Brienne of Tarth

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- Podrick

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- Ramsay Bolton

none yet..

- Jaqen H'ghar

none yet..

- Grey Worm

none yet..

F.R.I.E.N.D.S:

- Rachel Greene

none yet..

- Phoebe Buffay

none yet..

- Monica Geller

none yet..

- Ross Geller

none yet..

- Chandler Bing

male reader x chandler bing headcanons!! (SFW + NSFW)

- Joey Tribbiani

Joey Tribbiani dating headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

The Maze Runner:

- Thomas

none yet..

- Newt

none yet..

- Minho

none yet..

- Gally

none yet..

- Frypan

none yet..

- Aris

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- Janson

none yet..

Lord of The Rings:

- Frodo Baggins

none yet..

- Samwise Gamgee

none yet..

- Pippin Took

none yet..

- Merry Brandybuck

none yet..

- Aragorn

none yet..

- Legolas

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- Boromir

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- Faramir

none yet..

- Galadriel

none yet..

- Arwen

none yet..

- Éowyn

none yet..

- Éomer

none yet..

The Hobbit:

- Bilbo Baggins

none yet..

- Thorin Oakenshield

none yet..

- Kili Durin

none yet..

- Fili Durin

none yet..

- Tauriel

none yet..

- King Thranduil

none yet..

- Elrond

none yet..

Harry Potter:

- Harry Potter

none yet..

- Hermione Granger

none yet..

- Ron Weasley

none yet..

- Fred Weasley

none yet..

- George Weasley

none yet..

- Draco Malfoy

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- Blaise Zabini

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- Oliver Wood

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- Seamus Finnigan

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- Luna Lovegood

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- Neville Longbottom

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- Dean Thomas

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- Severus Snape

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- Sirius Black

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- Regulus Black

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- Remus Lupin

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- James Potter

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- Lily Potter

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- Bill Weasley

none yet..

- Bellatrix Lestrange

none yet..

- Cedric Diggory

none yet..

- Lucius Malfoy

none yet..

- Narcissa Malfoy

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine:

- Jake Peralta

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- Amy Santiago

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- Charles Boyle

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- Gina Linetti

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- Rosa Diaz

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- Terry Jeffords

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- Ray Holt

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IT:

- Richie Tozier

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- Eddie Kaspbrak

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- Beverly Marsh

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- Bill Denbrough

none yet..

- Stanley Uris

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- Ben Hanscom

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- Mike Hanlon

none yet..

- Henry Bowers

none yet..

- Patrick Hockstetter

none yet..

Diary of a wimpy kid:

- Greg Heffley

none yet..

- Rodrick Heffley

none yet..

Dead Poet's Society:

- Neil Perry

none yet..

- Todd Anderson

none yet..

- Charlie Dalton

none yet..

- Knox Overstreet

none yet..

- Steven Meeks

none yet..

- John Keating

none yet..

Shameless:

- Fiona Gallagher

none yet..

- Lip Gallagher

none yet..

- Ian Gallagher

none yet..

- Debbie Gallagher

none yet..

- Carl Gallagher

none yet..

- Liam Gallagher

none yet..

- Mickey Milkovich

none yet..

- Mandy Milkovich

none yet..

- Kevin Ball

none yet..

- Veronica Fisher

none yet..

- Jimmy Lishman

none yet..

- Karen Jackson

none yet..

Handsome Devil:

- Ned Roche

none yet..

- Conor Masters

none yet..

- Dan Sherry

none yet..

The Black Phone:

- Finney Blake

none yet..

- Robin Arellano

none yet..

- Vance Hopper

none yet..

- Bruce Yamada

none yet..

- Billy

none yet..

- Griffin

none yet..

Sweet home:

- Cha Hyun-su

none yet..

- Lee Eun-hyuk

none yet..

- Pyeon Sang-wook

none yet..

- Jung Jae-heon

none yet..

- Seo Yi-kyung

none yet..

- Lee Eun-yu

none yet..

- Yoon Ji-su

none yet..

- Jung Ui-Myeong

none yet..

Arcane:

- Jinx

none yet..

- Vi

none yet..

- Viktor

none yet..

- Caitlyn

none yet..

- Silco

none yet..

- Sevika

none yet..

- Ekko

none yet..

- Vander

none yet..

- Mel

none yet..

- Jayce

none yet..

Spider-Man Universe:

- Peter Parker (A. G.)

none yet..

- Peter Parker (T. M.)

none yet..

- Peter B. Parker

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

none yet..

- Miguel O'Hara

none yet..

- Hobie Brown

none yet..

- Pavitr Prabhakar

none yet..

- Gwen Stacy

none yet..

The Goldfinch:

- Boris Pavlikovsky

none yet..

- Theodore Decker

none yet..

The Last of Us:

- Ellie Williams

none yet..

- Joel Miller

none yet..

- Tommy Miller

none yet..

- Tess Servopoulos

none yet..

- Abby Anderson

none yet..

- Dina Woodward

none yet..

- Lev

none yet..

- Yara

none yet..

- Jesse Pinkman

none yet..

- Manny

none yet..

- Owen

none yet..

- Mel

none yet..

The Beekeeper:

- Derek Danforth

none yet..

- Adam Clay

none yet..

Weak Hero Class 1:

- Yeon Si-eun

none yet..

- Oh Beom-seok

none yet..

- Ahn Su-ho

none yet..

- Park Hu-min

none yet..

- Kang Woo-young

none yet..

- Jeon Seok-dae

none yet..

Bad and Crazy:

- Ryu Soo-Yeol

none yet..

- Do In-beom

none yet..

- K

none yet..

- Oh Kyung-Tae

none yet..

- Boss Yong

none yet..

- Andrei Kang

none yet..

Demon slayer:

- Tanjiro Kamado

none yet..

- Nezuko Kamado

none yet..

- Zenitsu Agatsuma

none yet..

- Inosuke Hashibira

none yet..

- Genya Shinazugawa

none yet..

- Kanao Tsuyuri

none yet..

- Aoi

none yet..

- Shinobu Kocho

none yet..

- Tomioka Giyuu

none yet..

- Rengoku Kyojuro

none yet..

- Uzui Tengen

none yet..

- Mitsuri Kanroji

none yet..

- Obanai Iguro

none yet..

- Shinazugawa Sanemi

none yet..

- Muichiro Tokito

none yet..

- Gyomei Himejima

none yet..

- Muzan Kibutsuji

none yet..

- Akaza

none yet..

- Douma

none yet..

- Gyutaro

none yet..

- Daki

none yet..

- Kokushibo

none yet..

- Murata

none yet..

HASHIRA; hashira headcanons, pt.1 (angst)

My Hero Academia:

- Izuku Midoriya

none yet..

- Katsuki Bakugou

none yet..

- Shoto Todoroki

none yet..

- Tenya Iida

none yet..

- Ochako Uraraka

none yet..

- Denki Kaminari

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- Eijirou Kirishima

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- Tokoyami Fumikage

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- Shoji Mezo

none yet..

- Momo Yaoyorozu

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- Hanta Sero

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- Kyoka Jirou

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- Mashirao Ojirou

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- Mina Ashido

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- Yuga Aoyama

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- Monoma Neito

none yet..

- Shinsou Hitoshi

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- Rumi Usagiyama

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- Keigo Takami

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- Aizawa Shouta

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- Hizashi Yamada

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- Oboro Shirakumo

none yet..

- Touya Todoroki

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- Tomura Shigaraki

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- Toga Himiko

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- Jin Bubaigawara

none yet..

adding anime back cause I watched demon slayer,,, :3

[themculibrary]

Tony & Clint Friendship Masterlist

Beers and Truths (ao3) - orphan_account G, 1k

Summary: Clint unexpectedly discovers a drunk Tony at two am. Instead of ignoring the billionaire, he sits down to have a beer with him.

been wanting you (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor ned/peter, clint/tony G, 3k

Summary: Clint and Tony's friendship happens after Peter moves into the tower. Tony's not complaining about Clint suddenly hanging around. He just certainly didn't expect to develop a crush on his teammate.

Bros (ao3) - orphan_account G, 155

Summary: Clint and Tony: A Friendship drabble

Clint Barton's guide on How to calm down a grumpy Tony Stark. (ao3) - orphan_account G, 996

Summary: Just give him cuddles

Folie à Deux (ao3) - Ranni N/R, 5k

Summary: Tony and Bruce are having a great time geeking out in an old 1980's laboratory until Clint discovers a mysterious object in a nearby field. He and Tony work feverishly to dig it up, which would be fine and dandy, if the thing wasn't intent on destroying everything the moment they unearth it.

Or

Clint goes crazy, then Tony goes crazy, while Bruce and the Hulk find something to agree on.

Grumpy (ao3) - Withstarryeyes G, 1k

Summary: Tony had always dipped into a grumpy mood when he wasn’t feeling good. So it was no surprise that Tony was looking for a fight when Steve came in from his run that morning, loudly clanging down his mug on the counter and pulling out a pan to make bacon and eggs.

Screw you, Howard! (ao3) - Livesinbooks clint/tony T, 9k

Summary: or: Steve and Tony become friends, Tony and Clint go on a date

Speechless (ao3) - vaqabond T, 3k

Summary: Clint reminds Tony of the party he's supposed to be hosting. Unfortunately Tony is sick and losing his voice. Mistakes are made.

Stars Drive 'Cross The Dark (ao3) - RayneSummer G, 587

Summary: True friends are like stars, you can't always see them but you know they are there.

Stuck With You (ao3) - FallenQueen2 G, 1k

Summary: Clint is protective of Tony with good reason after Hammer, when Hawkeye gets in trouble will Ironman come to the rescue?

The Cellist (ao3) - Celticas G, 3k

Summary: Clint had kept the secret this long, he wasn't going to give it up now. He hid his pain behind snark and a resting murder face. But when he was alone, no one around to hear, he sawed and plucked his grief out into the indifferent night.

the one where Clint isn’t going crazy (ao3) - sinequanon clint/tony T, 1k

Summary: Clint is pretty sure that hallucinations aren’t a side effect of mind control, which means that something really weird is going on with Tony.

Well aren't I lucky to have you, Lucky? (ao3) - orphan_account G, 1k

Summary: Request: Hello! Would you consider writing a platonic friendship fic for Tony and Clint? Maybe Clint notices Tony is more anxious than usual, and he knows Tony likes dogs, so he smuggles Lucky the Pizza Dog in the Tower for pets and cuddles.

When the Walls Come Down (ao3) - xxx_cat_xxx pepper/tony T, 2k

Summary: After rescuing Iron Man from his latest kidnapping experience, Clint and Tony are stuck in a crappy motel room. Tony insists he is fine. Clint knows he's not.

[fandom-puff]

I really wanna do some drabbles and one shots and hcs for game of thrones/asoiaf, so PLEASE send me lil requests, especially for:

Tywin Lannister x reader

Lannister family x reader (where reader is a daughter, sister etc to the Lannister family)

Sandor Clegane x reader

Ned stark x reader

Stannis Baratheon x reader

My oc, Helaena Baratheon (info about her, and fics about her relationship w her family)

(Btw they can be sfw or nsfw or angsty!!!)