#song request game

[justaboot]

It took hold of me,

I saw a grown man crying.

-The Park, Haley Heyndrickx

(for Anon for the song request)

[video-game-jams]

Splatoon 3 - Rainbow Color Inkantation

[missswritesalot]

Can I request something with Robb stark x shy reader. She is very quiet and a good wife too rob, but she loves seeing him be a true king to his people so when someone comes along and tries to knock him down a few pegs she speaks up and reminds said person of who they are speaking to leaving Robb speechless and a little turned on. You can end it there or add in a little smut if you want. Thank youuu

A/N requests open! Hope you enjoy, anon! There is just a sprinkle of nsfw at the end, but I tagged it with smut just to be safe ;) i think i used the word shy like a million times. Reblog/Comment if you want more!

You and your husband, Robb, were touring the North and providing supplies to the smallfolk to support them through the Winter. There were many grievances to address and you held court at all the small towns.

You hated the attention, and it was a small mercy that you rarely had to speak. Even when Robb needed your counsel, he asked for it in private so you weren’t embarrassed. The eyes of the people on you were enough to mortify you, yet you bore your discomfort silently and stood by his side.

At one such hearing, Robb ordered the Lords of the lesser Northern houses to visit. You were seated next to him on your throne, Greywind sleeping on the raised floor at your feet.

“The old ways have served the North fruitfully for years. Listen carefully, one war does not make a boy a man and you are yet to know the ways of the world.” Lord Karstark said, wagging a wrinkled finger at Robb.

It was the third time he had questioned your husband in front of his Council. You were furious.

All Robb had suggested was reducing the great burden of supporting lesser houses with tithes from the peasants. Many smallfolks families were missing men and weapons due to the war, and winter was coming. It would be his first Winter as King of the North and he wanted all his subjects to survive, not just the noblemen.

You thought it was admirable. You also knew how hard he worked, spending almost all nights this week pouring over papers and accounts.

“Don’t forget yourself, I am the King,” Robb chided him. Greywind woke up and went to him, a silent threat.

“No man that calls himself King is a true-“ Lord Karstark began in his crotchety old voice. Anger coursed through your veins. How dare this senile old man try to insult your husband.

You cleared your throat. The hall fell silent. Robb frowned and turned to look at you. His wife was a woman of few words but they were all worth hearing.

“My King husband would have no need of repeating his station if you would remember it, my Lord. And if you cannot, then perhaps in the evening of one’s life we must accept our limitations and resign to things we are capable of.” You said calmly, yet sharply. Robb’s jaw dropped in awe.

It took Karstark’s slow mind a moment longer to process.

“Control your tongue, woman,” he said said, eyes wild, pointing to you.

“Disrespect the Queen and you will feel my blade,” Robb yelled, stepping down from the throne and pulling out Ice, just as the direwolf by his side leapt into action.

Karstark did not know when to keep hush. He retorted back sarcastically, and the altercation ended with him being dragged to the dungeons for his impunity. The other lords were also greatly displeased with him, for now they had no chance of changing the King’s mind about restoring their allowances.

You were glad to see the end of the day, and walked into the chambers of your current abode with Robb trailing behind you.

“Lord Karstark demands hot oil for his feet, did you hear it, darling?” Robb said, crushing the piece of correspondence he read. “To send his demands with servants even when imprisoned. The gall of him.” He chuckled.

“I’ve had it up to here with that old bastard,” you said angrily. You let your hair down and started running your fingers through it roughly. The more you thought of it, the more your anger flared.

“How dare he set foot in your court, dine and dwell in our hospitality, and feel entitled to disrespect you like that? I will not stand for it, Robb.” You said, tugging at the lacing and stepping out of your gray court dress.

“Age does not guarantee wisdom, darling. Experience does. And the old fool has none.” Robb said, walking up to you and resting his hands on your shoulders. He pushed your hair to the side and kissed up your neck from your shoulders to your ear.

You tilted your head to give him more access. After a while he turned you around and kissed your mouth. You savored his languid kisses. His hands slowly pushed your chemise over your shoulders till it hung just above your breasts.

You pulled away, and leaned back, his strong arms holding you up.

“I’m sorry for speaking out of turn, love” you said shyly. You were bold in your anger but the shyness was starting to creep in now. “I love you, and I cannot bear to see you insulted after you pour your soul into this Kingdom.”

“Don’t be sorry, you were fantastic,” Robb said, apparently unable to keep his lips off of you. You gasped as he nipped at the bottom of your throat. “I would like to see the wolf in my little wife more often.”

You giggled at his words, and he walked you backwards till your calves hit the bed. Your chemise dropped to your hips and his hands made quick work of finding your breasts.

Your hands came up to cover yourself.

“Robb, the candles,” you said, eyes wide. His own blue ones lit up with mirth.

“I know now that you are not shy, let me see what is mine, darling.” He whispered, pushing your chemise to the floor. You stepped out of it, naked as the day you were born. Your skin felt hot under his hungry gaze.

“Lie back, Y/N,” he said, licking his lips and pushing you down on the bed. “I wish to show you some of my appreciation.” He knelt before you with a wink.

Robbs hands found your knees and he spread them apart. Your hands twisted into his auburn hair in surprise.

And there was nothing shy about the sounds you made that night.

[clanborn]

13! :3

Good day, back to the beginning

Cycles never-ending, living on the outside

Living on the outside

We're going hungry and we're out of time

Faith in The Child keeps us pretty alright

Just past the dividing line

Between the blessed and cursed of Antimai

Ring 8- Poverty by The Dear Hunter

[rosenroot]

Congratulations on being one of the only asoiaf artists who knows what auburn hair looks like lol everyone makes Sansa a ginger 😭 I have auburn hair just like how you draw Sansa’s and it always irks me that everyone thinks auburn is ginger!! Auburn hair is the color where some people definitively call you a brunette and others definitively call you a redhead—but never a ginger

Thank you!! That means a lot 🥲 and I feel that, Sansa my love, ur hair is gorge but tricky, tbh sometimes it’s hard to find her right tone, lights and shades are big part of the result as well. Anyway, auburn hair is beautifuuuuul. 💖💖💖💖

[toxintouch]

how do you think the lis would respond if mc sheepishly asked if they could fondle their tiddies? (even mhin, even though i KNOW they'd shank a bitch.)

Here ya go, Anon!! :3 They pronouns & non-specific language/MC used. Suggestive, but no other warnings.

AIS:

Pretends he doesn’t hear them.

“Hmm?”  He holds a hand to his ear, a toothy little smirk on his face, his scarred eyebrow raised.  The way he’s making direct eye contact is an unmistakable challenge.

“You wanna what now, Sparrow?” 

He knows exactly what MC said and they can tell.  He just wants to see if they'll say it again.  They didn’t sound so sure about whatever that request was just now…

His smirk grows when– (if?? But c’mon he’s so clearly saying yes, please) –

His smirk grows when they don’t back down.  He spreads his arms out in invitation, haori splaying open.

He’s patient for as long as he can stand once they get their hands on him but it isn’t long before he finds himself grabbing them by the wrists, pulling them closer.  Pressing his palms against the back of their hands to encourage them to make full, firm contact.  Haven’t they been warned?  He’s awfully greedy.

(And: if he purposely presses their touch against his heart for a moment, no one needs to know but him.)

VERE:

He gives them a blank look– a look unsettlingly similar to his hungry, flat eyed stare.  Though, it’s gone in an instant–so quick they might even be able to convince themself that they imagined it.  One blink and his entire expression is different, his tail swishing elegantly and with a flourish that can only be described as pleased.

“Well,” he purrs, “aren’t you just adorable?  I did tell you to ask next time you wanted to touch…  Very well then.  I’ll reward your ability to follow simple instructions.”  He relaxes luxuriously into the cushions of the divan that he’s resting on.  “Come along, then.  Fondle to your heart's content.  Don’t leave me waiting.”  He beckons to them with a crooked finger, tempting them closer, a haunting echo of their first meeting. 

Survival instincts be damned…he did give them permission…

He breathes a chuckle out as they touch him, his mouth hot against their ear as he buries a grin into their neck.

In the space of another breath, he’s flipped the two of them, leaving them pinned against the divan.

“You didn't think you were getting a single thing for free from me anymore, did you?  Tut tut.  After you treated my generosity so callously before?  From now on, I’ll be expecting payment in kind.  Quid pro quo, darling.”

KURAS:

He looks at them, eyes crinkled with amusement.  “Am I to take it that your interest is academic?  Studying anatomy, perhaps?  I do have a few select texts I could offer you which you might find quite beneficial.”

The embarrassed look on their face seems to amuse him further, the corners of his lips tugging up as he takes in their expression.

“Of course, the benefits of a more hands-on method of scholarship should not be overlooked.”  He takes pity on them, beckoning them over as he takes a seat on the doctor’s stool, right next to the cot where they first met him.  He neatly removes his coat, folding it and laying it to rest beside him.  Despite their fears, he doesn’t start listing out the anatomical names for things as they lay their hands on him.  His eyes slip shut as they rest their hands on his  shoulders–he’s still so tall, even sitting on the low stool–sliding their hands down, admiring the sturdy form and shape of him.

His own hands come up, clutching around their waist with surprising strength.  His eyes are bright and intense as he looks up at them.  They expect him to say something but he merely squeezes them–Possessively?–

Like he might be able to trap them in this moment with him forever, through will alone.

He closes his eyes again; his grip loosens. His self-control back is back in its necessary place, and he finds himself repentant.

“Forgive me.  You are quite endearing.  I simply find you…difficult to resist.”  He admits.

MHIN:

You are so correct anon.  Shanked immediately.  But MC bonks their head into Mhin’s chest on their way to the ground, so…  Achievement Unlocked? Or, for MC’s sake, I’ll assume that they have earned a level of trust/intimacy with Mhin that makes Mhin a lil' less likely to get stabby.

Mhin’s eyebrows furrow as Mhin crosses their arms, physically creating distance between MC and their…

Mhin’s cheeks go a little red as they realize how obvious their body language is, their pale eyes darting to the side as they worry about what other things they’ve accidentally telegraphed to MC. How many of Mhin's true thoughts and feelings are they privy to...?  Shaking themself mentally, they quickly snap out of it, pinning MC with a pointed glare.

“If you value your life at all, you’ll never ask me that again.”  Mhin marches away.  “Staying at the Wet Wick–around Leander–has ruined your brain.  You need to get out of that place while you still have some grey matter left.”

. . .

Later, escorting MC back to said Wet Wick, ducking through the lesser known and narrower streets after a long day of following dead ends together, Mhin finds the thought ruining their own brain.  It must be the heat of MC pressed against them in the alleyway, the comforting, all-consuming scent of them, the memory of MC’s flushed face while they were asking Mhin’s permission...  MC’s much braver than them, Mhin thinks bitterly, so much more willing to let themself have what they want, despite their cursed hands.  Mhin sighs, stopping abruptly.  Turning.  Pinching the bridge of their nose.

“Look–you can–”

Mhin feels themself blushing all the way down to their chest.  They open their mouth and close it a couple of times, attempting to articulate what they want.  They make a noise of aggravated frustration.  Carefully–very carefully, and very slowly, so that MC knows exactly what they are doing, they reach for the bandaged hands at MC’s side.  They rest MC’s hands lightly on their chest, shivering as they feel the brush of fingers against their clothed ribs, thumbs pressing into their sternum.  They bite down a noise that would surely make them perish where they stand.  Stars above, how long since–

“...Does your heart always beat this fast, Mhin?”

“Quiet.”  They snap.

Wow Mhin.  Right there in the alleyway huh?  Well ok then. I see what ur about.

LEANDER:

The two of them are alone in the room at the Wet Wick, just sitting together innocently on the bed when MC asks.

Well–they try to ask.

He hears them start the question and his coat and shirt (and tiddie belt) are coming off before they can even finish.  He gives them a quiet chuckle, blushing as his shirt(s) get caught at his shoulders. 

Though the perfect way it frames his boobs might convince them he did it on purpose…

“You meant skin to skin, right?”  He laughs again, leaning back on his hands and looking entirely too appetizing–is he arching his back a little more than necessary? 

“I don’t mind at all! Though, if you could help me with…”  His eyes crinkle as he smiles at them, head tilted like a puppy, waiting expectantly.

They get up from the bed to help him discard his remaining topmost layers of clothing, standing above him in order to better assist.  His eyes are pinned to theirs the moment the fabric barrier is fully cast aside.  “I…can’t say this is a bad view,” he admits, eyes roving along their form, tongue darting out to wet his lips.  Then, more sincerely: “I’m glad that you asked me for this.  Don’t be afraid to touch, all right?  Nothing bad will happen to me, promise. Remember: whatever you want.”

They find themself feeling along the edges of his scar, tracing the line of it across his pectoral…  His breath catching when they accidentally scratch him a little with their nails (MC is just a little clumsy–that was completely unintentionally, really) is dangerously addictive.

“Ah... Anywhere else you’d like to touch?  It would be a shame to waste this opportunity…”

If they're feeling shy, he could offer a few suggestions.  He really, really wants to help in any way he can. :)

BONUS!ELYON:   “You can, but I will have to charge.”

[efpizza]

I'm working my way down the list of requests, I'm sorry for the long wait! I took a lenghty break but now i'm back. Anon, I hope you like it!

Featuring Bran and The Three eyed Crow in the falling dream (Actually one of my favorite chapters!);

A crow was spiraling down with him, just out of reach, following him as he fell. "Help me," he said.

I'm trying, the crow replied. Say, got any corn?

Bran reached into his pocket. When he pulled his hand out, golden kernels slid from between his fingers into the air. They fell with him.

The crow landed on his hand and began to eat.

"Are you really a crow?" Bran asked.

Are you really falling? the crow asked back.

"It's just a dream," Bran said.

Is it? asked the crow.

"I'll wake up when I hit the ground," Bran told the bird.

You'll die when you hit the ground, the crow said. It went back to eating corn.

Bran looked down. He could see mountains now, their peaks white with snow, and the silver thread of rivers in dark woods. He closed his eyes and began to cry.

That won't do any good, the crow said. I told you, the answer is flying, not crying. How hard can it be. I'm doing it.

(bran, a game of thrones)

[msmorningstaarr]

prompt 19, pairing of your choosing 🫶🏻

Hey you 💟 HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVEEEEEEE!

You asked, so here it comes:

to tame a dragon. | brat!Rhaenyra Targaryen x brat tamer!Reader

ao3 | masterlist

word count: 2.8k

pairing: brattamer!Reader x brat!Rhaenyra

warnings: established relationship, queen rhaenyra targaryen, sub/dom dynamics(reader dom rhaenyra sub), oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, mentions of voyeur, some gender dysphoria on reader’s part(?), reader is really engaged in pleasing rhaenyra, no age gap, reader has no physical description, bottom rhaenyra x top reader, rough sex, team black won AU, please tell me if there’s any tag left!

Send me smut prompts! (all pairings in asoiaf universe)

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

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The flickering candlelights form shadows behind your sweaty bodies as you and Rhaenyra smile gently at each other after you take her to utter pleasure on her bed. The queen breathes heavily and her eyes flutter with passion looking at your face. In the warm afterglow of your intimate moment, a sense of serenity envelops the room. The air is thick with the sweet scent of candles, their flames dancing in rhythmic harmony with the fading echoes of your shared ecstasy. Rhaenyra's fingers trace delicate patterns on your skin, and the room is filled with a soft, contented silence.

As you both catch your breath, the queen's eyes continue to study your face, still aglow with desire and admiration. Her gaze holds a mixture of vulnerability and satisfaction, a silent acknowledgment of the connection forged between you. In that moment, the world outside the chamber seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you entwined in the aftermath of passion.

A gentle smile plays on Rhaenyra's lips, a tender expression that mirrors the intimacy you just shared. The queen reaches out to caress your chin with her fingers, her touch a soothing balm to both your bodies and souls. The flickering candlelight casts a warm, golden hue over the room, casting a spell of intimacy that wraps around you like a soft embrace.

“Was it of your liking, Your Grace?” You ask her, stroking her face softly as Rhaenyra regulates her breathing.

The queen beams at your question. “I enjoyed a great deal of it, my lady.” She replies, smiling at you. “But now that I have fulfilled my desires, is it still possible for me to fulfil yours?”

“My only commitment is to your pleasure, my Queen,” You speak, embracing your body in a tender manner as both of you sit on the mattress. “If you are fully pleased, then so am I.”

“Well, it is very kind of you to worry about me and only want to please me.” Rhaenyra would then chuckle softly and Rhaenyra would caress your face, her eyes still glued to hers. “But as your Queen, I command you to have your desires too, because I am rather selfless and I want you to feel pleasure like I just felt it.”

“You have no idea of how much pleasure I feel any time you come on my fingers, lips and now riding my thigh, Your Grace,” You chuckled back, stroking her silvery white hair as you gazed intensely at Rhaenyra. “I also feel very pleased to watch you taking pleasure with your husband.”

For a long time, Rhaenyra and Daemon loved to have you as their spectator for the performance they eagerly presented for you. It started innocently, you felt aroused by the way Daemon would manhandle Rhaenyra in front of you, even daring to rip her undergarments apart in urgency for her cunt, dripping wetness for him and exhilarated to have you watching them. With time, the desire for Rhaenyra only grew inside of her until it came the day you could finally have a taste of her. And how sweet she tasted… far better than just having to watch her with him. As time went by, you contemplated wishing you were a man to bury yourself inside Rhaenyra, taking her in all fours, spreading her legs widely so your seed would reach her fertile womb with no troubles.

“You like watching when I am pleasured by my husband?” The queen asked, smirking now, looking at the lady with an innocent look but with the sparkle of the fox of what she was about to speak.

“Yes…” You replied, pulling Rhaenyra to straddle you again. Her scent remained the same and mixed with yours as she cups your face and enticingly sighs as her hips bounce over you, desperate for more of what you have to offer her. “I love seeing you spreading your legs for him. I love when you climax around his cock, when you cry desperately for more of him in front of me, Your Grace…” You murmur, squeezing her rear and nibbling the queen’s ear, who moaned softly to your sultry words.

“Oh…” Rhaenyra would bite her lower lip now, fully delivered to arousal. As she gently rode you, she decided to ask you something, with those same innocent eyes and with obvious hints of a mischievous tone. “So, you like the sound of my voice when I moan or cry for my husband to enter my body?”

You smiled and nodded at Rhaenyra. “Although I still wish I was a man to feel myself inside of you.”

Rhaenyra would shiver and her body squirmed a bit when you teased her like that. The royal also moaned quietly, preparing herself to speak the words that you wished to hear at that moment. “Well… you are not, but I still let you feel my insides and touch me there anyway.” The queen hummed, feeling your delicate hands reach her arse to squeeze, making her head to arch back and nipples harden quickly. She bit her lower lip in the process, waiting for you to touch her like she lusted.

“It’s not the same, Your Grace.” You said, lowering your hand to her folds and getting a bit of her fluids with your middle finger to caress it over Rhaenyra’s swollen clit to keep teasing her. “I wanted to make you feel fully pleased, to look in your eyes when you ride my cock, to steal you away and wed yourself to me… to put my babes on your belly…” You spoke, still teasing. “Would you like to be my wife if I was a man?”

Rhaenyra had her skin shuddering in delight when you caressed her sensitive area so precisely, eagerly moving her lower body to give you more access and having you pleasuring her like this. “If you were a man… I would be your wife, your lover, whatever you wanted me to, I would be it.” Rhaenyras replies, moaning and biting her own lower lip, showing how much she was enjoying this moment of teasing that she was receiving.

“I would have made you the happiest queen in the world.” You replied, smirking. “But unlike your lord husband, I would not share you with anyone.” you continued, adding some pressure over her clit as you kept torturing her with slow moves. You knew almost too well that she desperately needed to release. The queen was already impatient and needy, the more you controlled her body with your grip, the faster she would try to ride on your fingers, her walls clenching around nothing. And when she grew impatient, the brattiness took care of her mind almost instantly.

“I do like being spoiled with attention and being the center of attention. Daemon knows it well,” she began, faintly speaking as moans left her lips. “Therefore, he holds no grudge nor jealousy by sharing me with you, my lady. It keeps me aroused for more, because he makes me feel so wanted and so much loved… I think you should learn from him how to please a woman better.” Rhaenyra teased you, leaning in to kiss her forehead and to hug her. You narrow your eyes because you know what she wants. The queen is greedy and wants it all on her time. Pushing you to the edge sounds like the better option for her.

“Could you repeat yourself for me, Your Grace?” You ask her, pulling off your hands from her sweet spot and leaving Rhaenyra slightly annoyed.

“I would love it if you learnt to please me better, as so far the only way you really manage to please me is by making me ride you until I come on your thigh.” Rhaenyra teased you with a bratty smirk and leaned her body to hug you again, kissing your neck. “I think you should be a little bit more aggressive than you are right now. Because I am getting a little bored from how submissive you are.” She muttered… finally activating all your triggers.

Teased by her words, you instantly grabbed her by her hips and swiftly shifted her body, throwing Rhaenyra on the mattress roughly. “You wish for me to be rougher, my queen?”

Rhaenyra would smirk as you threw her on the bed with an odd strength. That was an unexpected behaviour to happen between you. Your sex with her was gentle and involving, never rough. Rhaenyra would stretch her legs a little bit, feeling completely surprised by this action done on her. “That is certainly much better than me having to be in charge of everything.” The queen replied, rolling her eyes as she provoked you.

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.” You warned her, whispering in her ear.

Rhaenyra pulled your hair slightly to increase the teasing. She smirked at this as she felt her body being pinned down. The queen of Seven Kingdoms being put in her place by a merely lady would be an easy way to meet Seven Hells through an execution, however, Rhaenyra enjoyed being dominated by you and only you, that her body collapsed as your menacing words reached her ears. As rebel as Rhaenyra was, she would look straight up into your eyes as she was being held down, and said with that mischievous grin on her face. “And how are you going to punish me for my brattiness, my lady?”

You beamed mischievously and introduced three of your fingers inside of Rhaenyra. “You will only stop coming when I decide from now on. Is that understood?” You ask, already moving your fingers back and forth. Rhaenyra would feel her breath getting shallow as her eyes widened and she had a sharp inhale through her nose as she felt the three fingers of you exploring her inside walls. “Then you better hope you don’t regret it, Princess.” Rhaenyra replied, her voice quite shaky but still filled with the attitude she has had this entire time, very feisty and playful.

“I will only stop when your brattiness leaves this beautiful body of yours.” You spoke, fingering Rhaenyra. With those words and with the actions done by you, Rhaenyra's breath became even shallower as her eyes started to close and opened a few times while her body started to tremble again, this time from other stimuli rather than having to focus on controlling herself. With one hand, you used her fingers inside of Rhaenyra and the other hand was used to stimulate her over her sensitive bundle of nerves.

The queen gasped and moaned when you started to do circling moves around her clit fastly, nearly driving Rhaenyra to complete madness. The noises coming from Rhaenyra’s lips indicate that it was already making her body collapses as if she was convulsing and it made it really difficult for the queen to keep herself quiet.

Her breathing would seem to fail and her eyes would close again, opening only from time to time to look at you, as Rhaenyra seemed to be nearing her climax again. You smirked to see the whimpering mess you were creating on Rhaenyra. Your fingers worked eagerly to see the Queen orgasming once more. But as promised, you did not stop and went down with your mouth to suckle Rhaenyra, not giving her time to rest.

Rhaenyra would be taken by surprise with the new action you took, but she knew how much of an addicted you were when it came to please her. Since the queen's voice would tremble very much as you used your mouth to perform another action to her body, Rhaenyra grabbed onto her lover's head and pulled the lady to her body to increase the pressure between her cunt and your lips. Rhaenyra could feel the waves of pleasure hitting her body as she was very near to climaxing again and the sounds she was making now would make it quite obvious.

You eagerly suckled, kissed and used her tongue all over Rhaenyra’s sweet spot and went even more hungry as you felt the queen trembling, crying and sensitive to her touch as her peak would reach her once more. Rhaenyra's body kept trembling as her cunt announced her inevitable peak, like a storm arriving by sudden, drowning everything. Her body would twitch and her breaths would get shallower again. Rhaenyra moaned loudly and paid no mind to the others who could hear her. She closed her eyes and opened it again from time to time. Tears of pleasure left her eyes as her vision got blurred by the overwhelming feeling you just gave her.

You, on the other hand, did not stop and kept working your tongue on Rhaenyra until she called out your name in full bliss and overstimulation. Rhaenyra's body was fully quivering and she would squirm a little bit as she would climax so easily once more, crying in desperation. However, before Rhaenyra could take her body away from your lips, you had already locked Rhaenyra to have her intimacy attached to your lips after the imminent climax of Rhaenyra. “No, no, Your Grace… I told you I will not stop…” You provoked her, stimulating Rhaenyra with your fingers in slow strokes around her sore clit.

What the queen was expecting after all of her climaxes, was to be released and to take her time to breathe again and get her rhythm back, as you would always do to her. Rhaenyra had underestimated you, thinking you would not be capable of taking her to the edge. To have some more stimulation applied on her and letting Rhaenyra not be free to move away from it you immobilised her hips with your arms and your lips hungrily met her aching core once more, working your tongue on her sweet spot, suckling and licking the sensible skin.

That was utterly the most wholesome sensation the queen had already experienced. “Please… This is too much… I beg you…”

You smugly tried to smile as your lips kept working on her centre. She was already begging. “I see the brattiness is getting out of you, my love… come for me, once more. I know you can, Your Grace…” You faintly spoke, feeling Rhaenyra squirm in desperation as orgasm hit her like wildfire exploded her body. Rhaenyra had her last climax after all. The queen knew she would not stop, but had no idea of how committed you were to take her breath away. Being made to have it again after everything she just went through in almost no breaks is what was causing her to be more tired at this point. That combined with her brattiness, or her desire to be a rebel against this treatment, made her moan again but with these words coming out of her: “Please, stop doing this to me…” You watched Rhaenyra completely numb in the bed after climaxing four times in a row, trembling and whimpering after that whirlwind of sensations, breathing heavily.

“You wanted me rougher, so I did it, my queen.” You replied, finally leaving your lips from her and wiping your mouth, covered in her juices. Rhaenyra seemed to be so tired and numb after what she just went through. Everything the lady just put her through was something unexplainable to the queen and she was deeply in need to breathe and calm down right now. “What you just did to me… Was too much… But it still felt good…” She replied, with a hoarse voice and with a low and trembling tone, although still faintly giggling.

Slightly guilty for overtiring your queen, you go back to your gentle mood and worry about her feelings and well being, wanting to check on her immediately. “I feel I was too rough on you and for thus I apologise to you… do you wish to rest?” You asked, cuddling Rhaenyra and kissing her neck gently. The queen would moan while she was being cuddled and kissed gently on her neck. She would then shake her head in a negative way, to signify that she did not want to be let go.

“No… You were too rough… But it was… Good…” She replied softly, and as she was still speaking she would grab you by the back and pull you to her, looking for your lips and kissing you eagerly. You smiled and buried your head on the crook of the neck of Rhaenyra. The royal kissed you dearly and pulled her closer as well, wishing for it to never end. When their lips parted, you smiled sweetly at Rhaenyra and spoke.

“I do not plan on going this rough on you. Just do not be a brat to me.” You said, giggling.

“Impossible for me, my love… for those would be empty promises.” Rhaenyra snarkily replied before falling asleep in the arms of her lover, being bratty for a last moment.

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a/n: This is my birthday gift for you, @martellspear 💕 I hope you have a wonderful birthday and a bright year ahead of you! It took me so long to write it, but here it is! Please, comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated 💝 have a good reading :)

[dudeswings]

SAYA NO UTA RENTRY GRAPHICS

Req by no one!

[video-game-jams]

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom - Scourge of the Wind Temple, Colgera Battle

[missswritesalot]

can i request another robb stark x reader? Something where theyre in an arranged marriage but reader has a bit of an attitude towards him at first? maybe a bit of smut if its ok?

A/N: Requests open! sorry! No smut in this but I swear I have a spicy part two in the works. Reblog/Comment for more!

Robb hesitated before he knocked on the door to Y/N’s chamber. The Stark direwolf handles confirmed that the doors lead to the chambers of the Lady of Winterfell.

“I’ve no desire to dine in your presence,” he heard her say even before he raised his hand to knock. The door opened shortly afterwards. He had to peer down to meet her dark eyes. His beautiful wife. Beautiful, but cruel wife.

“Always on the hour, husband.” She said, words dripping with sweet venom. “It’s unfortunate but understandable that I wish to dine in my chambers.”

“Y/N, I need you there. We have important guests this eventide and I must appear strong with my lady by my side.”

“I must apologize, my Lord, I have a headache. I hope you find your meal most satisfactory.” She said, her curtesy was the most performative thing. Bile rose the back of Robb’s throat. He was still looking into her glossy eyes when she shut the doors on him.

It had all been his fault, really. He’d wanted to continue the tradition set by his late Lord father, that a peasant man may dine at the high table every evening.

He did not anticipate, but he should have, that one day a northman might offend his Dornish wife. And when she turned to Robb for justice, he turned her away. He scarcely saw the hurt in her eyes before she picked up her skirts and deserted the hall.

The meal today was as drab as every other without her. Her prolonged absence did not go unnoticed and Robb’s mother offered to pay her a visit, to check on her health. He refused her kindly, but his concern was evident to all those there.

That night, Robb broke protocol and went into her chambers after the castle had gone to sleep. The candles in her room were still burning, and the fireplace overpowered the room with heat.

Robb felt a twinge of affection in his heart for his Dornish wife, maybe her coldness was borne from how cold she must feel in the North.

“A lot of my- our, subjects, remarked on your poor health these days. Perhaps you will quell their fears tomorrow evening?” Robb said to her. She was reading and half lying down under heavy furs, he could only see the top of her dressing gown.

“I can no longer pretend to enjoy your gatherings. Perhaps you will find someone more suited to these demands,” she said cooly, closing her dusty book and placing it on the bed beside her.

Robb was weary, in his cups, and crushed by her words. Yet she was the most gorgeous woman he had laid eyes on. Her hair, long and dark as the night, hung loose and tumbled over her shoulders onto the sheets. He had never seen it unstyled, not even their wedding night.

Robb walked over to her and stroked the side of her head gingerly.

“Whatever I have done to offend you, wife, it was not my intention. The serf has been punished, and my subjects know to hold their tongue.” Robb said. He didn’t expect her to snap back from his touch, but the movement crushed his heart.

“It must be comforting to never face a different perspective.” She spat out.

“That is not true,” he said.

“I wish to return to Dorne. My father is dead, and he sent me here to this marriage. My eldest brother has written to me assuring me I would be received as per my station.” She said haughtily.

“That is not possible.” Robb said darkly. “Not without a war, dearest. You became my wife the moment you wore my cloak.”

“Hardly. You find me so vile you slept on the ground the night of our wedding.” She said, her anger made her forget her courtesy.

Robb hesitated. She had entirely the wrong idea.

Her disdain of him was obvious from the moment they met. She thought of him as a barbarous northman and herself a lamb to the slaughter. He could not imagine she could ever come to love him, if he had agreed to a bedding ceremony nor bedded her by force. There were some fractures that never healed.

He would have to correct her silly notions. But the fire in her eyes told him it would be a long time before she could accept that she wanted him.

“You will dine with me, I will hear no protest. If it is my men that bother you, then we will eat breakfast and dinner together, alone in the corridor between our chambers.” He said.

She opened her mouth, words threatening to spill out. He placed a finger to hush her. Blood rushed out of Robb’s head when he felt her warm and soft lips against his skin.

“Un huh,” Robb said, shaking his head. “No more, wife.” He leaned down and kissed her, not shyly but not too rough. Her soft gasp made him harden in his breeches.

Robb tore himself away from her and made a hasty exit to his chambers, congratulating himself on not turning around to catch one final glimpse.

[amcdrawnon]

Soundsurf no Tatsujin

[buttercup-barf]

It's your bathroom mirror. Mum is right behind you.

[rosenroot]

Have you ever thought of drawing Alicent with all her children? Or Helaena with her babies?

Family portrait!!!

Of course Aemond went through an emo phase

And Helaena my precious precious darling

[soupmanspeaks]

Fnaf 3 (and probably 6 too) being set in 2023 is really funny because you'll have random things like "It's highly probable Michael watched Barbie" pop in your head from time to time and I think that's neat

[oktaviaslabyrinth]

The Great Sea // The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker (2003)