Me Finally Seeing A Low Quality Luke After Two Weeks Of Waiting:

kate sharma my wife✌🏼😍

BRIDGERTON COSTUME APPRECIATION → Kate Sharma

Costume Design by Sophie Canale

Luke Castellan losing virginity with the reader

these are gonna be hcs bc i liked my thoughts way better as them !! also ... i made luke a virgin too 😞 best believe im forcing the pathetic loser agenda on him ,,,

warnings : virginity talk (duh !! reminder that this is a social contruct & to never feel ashamed <3) , loser bf luke is here !!! , brief mentions of pain , lowkey posessive luke

୨୧ — im such a firm believer in luke being anxious, he just screams fake confidence/smugness when you guys begin dating or taking things to the next level

୨୧ — this most likely being either his first or longest relationship— he doesn't want to fuck this up, so he overly prepares when you start dropping hints at him (in his eyes)

୨୧ — might accidentally misread things, but he eventually gets there !!

୨୧ — virgin!luke x virgin!reader = slow and gentle but super eager, im talking, he bumps noses with you and accidentally bucks his hips when you're both trying to get used to each other

୨୧ — virgin!luke x experienced!reader = eager and teasing (on your part), he's so eager to learn about everything that he just makes it so easy to tease him !! def ends up going faster than expected and cums too quickly (he makes up w it by giving u head <3)

୨୧ — experienced!luke x virgin!reader = slow and hard, he wants you to be comfortable, but he also wants you to know that he's the best and only you'll ever have ! he holds your hand and thrusts slowly, but every thrust hits almost too deep

୨୧ — no matter his experience, he's gonna be super cautious about causing you pain because he doesn't want you to associate pain w him (unless we're talking dark!luke...) , he properly preps you & takes his time !!

୨୧ — def replays the memory in his head post-tlt

MOTHER IS MOTHERING AGAIN😍😍😍

WHERE YOU ARE. luke castellan

description. almost a year after you and luke breakup, you find yourself in his embrace once more to scratch an itch you can't reach yourself.

includes. SMUT 18+, exes hooking up, fem!coded reader, unprotected p n v, outdoor sex, both r and luke have major attitudes, r is claimed but not specified, a little angsty (they're exes cmon what did u expect), takes place during tlt but no major plot points mentioned; title and inspiration from sunshine by steve lacy

wc: 4.2k+

a/n: as mr steve lacy said, "still will give you dick anytime you need!". ao3 link

There is an itch you can’t scratch.

It’s been there for almost exactly a year, persistent and reminding you of what you’ve been lacking since last summer. You’ve attended to it time and time again, digging into it with all of your might, only to be left semi-satisfied. Never left with lazy eyes, relaxed limbs, and a far away want to do it all over again once you recovered. 

The blame for your lack of satisfaction is placed on your chosen partners. 

Humans, all either far too eager to please or not eager enough. Either too cocky and overconfident, or lacking any and all confidence at all. 

They got between your legs, did the job, but never well enough. They never did it like he did. 

And for the past year, specifically the past few months, you’ve been trying to ignore it. Day by day, when you were forced to coexist with your ex, you attempted to push the feeling to the side. You instead focused on the heat on your skin and the gravity pushing large droplets of uncomfortable sticky sweat down your body, ignoring the way sweat made his skin shine. You buried yourself in work, taking up chores offhandedly mentioned by Mr. D, especially if they would get you away from group settings. 

But then, in the solitude of mindless duties, you had nothing to do except think about Luke Castellan. 

His dark curly hair. His even darker eyes. The way his rounded face had become more chiseled since last summer. The sound of his laughter and the smell of his shampoo. The feeling of his hands on your hips and your waist and your ass and especially between your thighs. 

At the end of the night, you would always fall back and spend a little extra time in the showers, bringing yourself to orgasm after orgasm with hopes that eventually one would give even half of the amount of satisfaction a single orgasm from Luke would. 

Clearly, with the way you’re watching him from across the dining hall with wide eyes, it hasn’t been working. 

“You’re staring.” The pointed voice of your sister next to you breaks you out of your stupor. 

You’re quick to avert your eyes to your plate instead, finding that your food had been picked over, conformed from its original shape and placed in a few different spots so your plate appears as if it’s overflowing instead of losing its contents. 

You don’t bother saying anything in response, instead shoveling a fork full of brisket into your mouth. 

“Just two more days. You can last until then,” she reassures you. 

You’re not sure if you could. 

ㅤ

Only a few minutes later were you sliding almost all of your food into the fire, completely ignoring the rumbling in your stomach. 

Please. 

The rest of your brisket glides into the fire. 

Just give me one more time. 

Your cheese and bread join it. 

That’s all I ask for. 

In goes the fruit and then your plate is empty. 

Someone steps up beside you and you’re about to leave anyway, so you pay them no mind. Not until they speak to you. 

“Hey.” 

Gods, it’s almost pathetic how the simple greeting makes you feel. 

Suddenly, the waving flames of the fire in front of you is the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen. 

“Hey.” 

“What’d you give up?”

Has his voice always sounded like that? Suddenly it’s … deeper. Granted, the last time you spoke to him alone was a year ago. Both of you have matured since then, but in some ways you’re still stuck in your old nature. 

“Fruit. Bread. Brisket. The usual.” 

Even though the conversation is extremely lackluster, you find yourself wanting it to continue. You want to speak to him more. 

Luke hums and it’s only then that you look at him. 

He’s turned to face you now, holding an empty plate in his hand and you wonder: when had he given his offering up? Surely you should have seen it since the fire was all you could focus on during the last minute. Really, you just weren’t taking in any information at all save for the addicting sound of Luke’s voice. 

“And what did you ask for?” His eyebrows lift, his tongue darts out to glide over his lips for a split second. A brief memory of how nice it’d been to kiss him comes back before you can prevent it.  

“You know I can’t tell you that.” You take a step closer to him as you easily fall into this old routine. Tease and tease and throw in a flirtatious tone to beat around the large bush that held a ‘please fuck me’ sign. 

“Telling you my prayer is like telling you my birthday wish.” 

Luke tilts his head, letting his eyes wander to the side for a second before finding you again. The fire reflects in them, adding a warmth to his eyes you haven’t seen all summer. 

He’d been off the past few months, holding a tension in his shoulders and having a clipped-ness to his voice at times. You might be imagining things when you feel as if he’s different—good different—with you. 

“Which you used to do all the time.” 

You shrug. “It was always things you could do for me. I just wanted my wishes to come true.” 

“Oh yeah, like do your chores. All that time I spent scrubbing the bathroom floors for you.” 

A grin finds your lips. “It was a good lesson in responsibility. Right, Luke?” 

When he rolls his eyes, you notice how there’s no malice behind the action. It’s almost too easy for both of you to fall back into your old pattern. 

“Yeah. Sure.” He takes a small step closer to you and if you weren’t so in tune with every detail about him, you wouldn’t have noticed it. “So you gonna tell me what you asked for or not?” 

There’s no point in him knowing, other than to intrude on your life. Unfortunately, you don’t mind the intrusion. 

You stare at him a little while longer, your eyes flickering back and forth between his. Every so often, you let your gaze fall to his lips, only to bring it back up to his eyes like nothing ever happened. 

For a second, you pretend to think about it, falsely balancing his proposal before deciding. 

“I’m good. See you around, Luke.” 

When you return to your table and sit next to your sister, she has the kindness to not say anything about your prolonged absence for only a few moments. 

Then, “Am I covering for you?” 

You delude yourself into believing she won’t have to for a few seconds. And then you catch Luke’s eye from across the dining hall and you sigh.

“Yeah.” 

ㅤ

“Knew you weren’t over me.” 

You stop walking at his words, shoes thudding against the grass. The thunderous roar of the waterfall covers any other possible sound you could’ve created, but Luke never needed to hear you to know when you were approaching. It was a weird intuition thing you never understood.  

“Hello to you too, Luke.”

He turns around to face you, and as expected, he’s wearing a smirk. His arms are crossed over his chest, he’s no longer sporting his camp tee, having replaced the bright orange material with a deep blue hoodie instead. Practically everything about him screams relaxed, his gray sweatpants adding to the ambience that his aura creates—one that says he knew you were going to meet him tonight. 

“We’re way past formal greetings at this point, don’t you think?” He turns back to face the waterfall in front of him when you join his side. “You never used to greet me before.”

“Things change.”

“Yet you’re still out here. That could only be for one reason.” 

You shrug, folding your own arms over your chest. You have nothing to do with your hands yet, and you’ve been flexing them impatiently with anticipation. 

“Maybe I wanted to stargaze. Who knows.” 

Luke doesn’t say anything. 

In your peripheral vision, you can see him staring up at the sky, presumably stargazing like you falsely claimed you were doing. You try to do the same, picking out a few easily recognizable constellations you knew. But it’s only a minute later that you’re caving. 

“Okay.” 

You turn to face Luke. 

He does the same. 

He’s brought a lantern out here and it sits on the ground in front of you both, bright enough to illuminate the side of his face with an orange-yellow glow. 

“Okay?” he asks for clarification. 

Your teeth gnaw on your bottom lip for a second as you mull over your words. After tonight, there’s only one more night of camp left, and then you won’t be seeing Luke for another year. There’s almost no repercussions for laying it all out now, dropping your poorly built guard to get what you’ve been craving for a year now. 

“I’m not out here to fucking stargaze.” You sound exasperated as you admit it. 

Luke paints a picture of faux shock on his face. He gasps, splaying a hand out over his chest as his eyes widen. “Really? I never would’ve guessed.” 

Really, his attitude is starting to get on your nerves. 

Your temper flares and you suddenly understand the rage and frustration Clarisse always inhabits. 

“Don’t be a dick.” You try to manifest the negative feelings taking over your mind when you speak, but your tone betrays you. The command comes out too soft to change anything. Too gentle to be real. 

“Thought you liked it when I was a dick?” 

Something you’d told him in confidence last year. Confidence and drunken delusion. The shameless way you were grabbing at his clothes at the time clearly showed your inebriation. 

“Gods, Luke, would you just stop talking and kiss me already?” You take the step closer to him, finally entering his space to get what you want. What you’ve literally been dreaming about for the past year. 

He stops for a second, his eyes flitting to your lips once, twice, and just when you think he’s about to kiss you, his lips part for a different reason. 

“You also liked it when I ta–” 

You do it yourself. 

You expect him to hesitate before giving in, but his response is quick. 

Hands at your hips pulling you closer to him. His head tilting to the side so he can deepen the kiss just enough. His tongue wastes no time entering your mouth, pressing against your own tongue which allows you to taste the slightly off flavor of the root beer he’d had earlier in the night. 

Just like everything else had gone tonight, you two found the rhythm easily. 

You let Luke lead, pressing your chest into his, arching your back when his palm rests right above your ass. 

He kisses you like he wants more, a little over eager as the tip of his nose presses into your cheek with a little too much pressure. And he could take more, you’re offering it to him with the way your hands slide under his sweatshirt and press against his bare abdomen, fingers tracing his abdominal muscles. Luke just refuses to take it. He refuses to go the extra step. 

You huff against his lips, eyebrows furrowing in vexation. 

Luke pulls back from you first. He stares down at you, unmoving, not saying anything and when your brain is clouded like this, you don’t have it in you to try and decipher the storm in his dark eyes. 

When your brain is clouded like this, all you can think to do is speak.

“And for what it’s worth, I’m over you. I’m just not over…” you trail off, not really feeling like a conclusion is necessary to communicate exactly what you’re missing. 

Luke’s laugh is more like a sharp inhale. He cups your cheek with one hand. “And that’s a part of me, angel.” The pet name sounds almost villainous coming from his lips now. It’s too heavily dipped in confidence, dripping with sour arrogance. 

If you weren’t so horny, you would be turned off at the sound of it. At least, that’s what you convince yourself. But there’s very little that Luke could do to turn you off. 

Instead of dwelling on it, you lean back up and press your lips to Luke’s again. 

This time, Luke kisses you how you expected. 

He’s rough, lacking politeness and a little bit of coordination. His hands grip at your ass, pinching the fabric of your pajama bottoms and the fabric of your panties between them. There’s lots of tongue and even more spit, a few moments where your teeth knock into each other’s.

Now that he’s participating how you want him to, there’s not much anticipation. 

Your long sleeve tee is thrown over your head and placed at your feet, the same treatment goes for Luke’s sweatshirt. Your hands glide along each other’s bodies yearningly. You can’t help but start to feel satisfied with what you’re getting, even though it’s close to nothing. 

You’d been wanting to even be in Luke’s vicinity with intentions other than solely platonic—almost professionally—for so long now, so just feeling the weighted heat of his hands on your bare skin is enough to make you sigh. 

It doesn’t take long for both of you to end up on the ground, and after a small dispute about who gets to be on top, you end up on your hands and knees, hips wiggling impatiently as you wait for Luke to make the final move. The one to start the end of the beginning. 

There’s a few prolonged moments where nothing happens. You’re trying to be patient, busying yourself with chewing on your bottom lip and listening to the soothing sounds of water falling, but you’ve been so empty for so long and you really don’t think you can last any longer. 

You look over your shoulder to see Luke sitting on his haunches behind you. Just staring. 

He seems to be stuck in a trance, and just when you start to get a little insecure, Luke spits into his hand and runs his fingers down your cunt, reaching back up to probe two fingers into your entrance to the first knuckle. 

It’s slightly too much of a stretch all at once, and you wince a little, fingers gripping the strands of grass beneath you. 

You think you hear a small apology from him but you can’t tell. Either way, he corrects himself and slowly sinks one finger into your cunt. Already, you’re letting out a drawn out sigh. It comes out more guttural than intended, as if Luke pulled it directly from deep within you as he draws his finger back out, only to plunge it back in. 

His fingers scratch along places you haven’t been able to reach on your own. The tip of his digit strokes along a spot you’d been searching for for months, only having found twice on your own. (Both occurrences can be attributed to pure luck … and sheer desperation)

You don’t have to ask for more. Luke pulls the singular digit out and when he pushes back in, you feel the same stretch from before. This time, it’s more expected. 

You know to let yourself relax to allow him to continue. 

He enters you easily, and he starts to set a pace that hints at his intentions. He isn’t fingering you to prep you anymore, at least that’s not what it feels like he’s doing. His fingers are caressing parts that he only reaches when he wants you to cum. His pace isn’t one of careful leisure. Instead it’s goal searching. 

“Luke,” you start without even knowing if there’s a finish intended. 

He hums distractedly. 

“Fuck me. Please.” 

You aren’t above begging at this point. It’s all a means to an end for you. 

But you don’t know if it’s the same for Luke. 

His free hand comes to your ass and he caresses the flesh in a surprisingly tender way. You watch him lean up, and you watch him pepper kisses along your lower back. 

“I’ll get there, angel, promise.” 

And it suddenly occurs to you that Luke is taking his time with you. He’s savoring it all. 

For a second, the carnal desire melts away to reveal something more raw. The urge you used to feel to just talk to him first thing in the morning and last thing at night. The way your insides would flutter when he smiled, or the way everything seemed a little darker when he was down. 

Every emotion you’ve been working to get over for the past few months comes back tenfold in this small moment. 

And then Luke hooks his fingers and you’re brought back to the more debauched side of your circumstances. 

His pace speeds up a little. He introduces his other hand along your clit, singling out two fingers and rubbing wide and slow circles around the bud. 

During your nostalgia filled moment, your body had gotten closer to orgasm. Luke only has to pump his digits a few more times and tighten the circles just enough and you’re digging your hands into the dirt, pushing your hips back into his touch, and arching your back as your muscles tense up and you announce your orgasm, only to let go a few moments later. 

It’s a little more than pathetic how hard you cum. But you haven’t felt the touch from someone other than yourself in a long time. And you haven’t felt the touch of someone adequate enough to satisfyingly please you in an even longer time. 

Your hips twitch back and forth, the muscles in your thighs tense until you ache to relax them, only to repeat the action as waves cascade through your body. Luke is there through it all, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you as he coos gentle words from behind you. 

Your head hands low between your shoulders, but you still hear him coaxing you through it. 

“That’s it … just let it happen. ‘S it’s a big one. You really did miss me, hm?” 

He still sounds smug, but it comes off more affectionately this time. At least, a little less annoyingly. 

You’ve barely let yourself calm down from your orgasm before you’re reaching between your thighs blindly, swatting Luke’s hands away and searching for something else entirely. 

He chuckles, mumbles something under his breath that is definitely snarky, and you’re immediately swearing. 

“Luke, I swear to the fucking Gods, if you don’t fuck me right now I’ll..” 

It’s embarrassing how the meeting of his head and your entrance instantly shuts you up. It’s like a pacifier nestling between your lips, not fully settling into your cavern without a few teasing strokes up and down the plane of your cunt first. 

But the teasing makes it all so much more worth it. Just the first inch makes your eyes roll back. 

It’s so familiar, but in a slightly foreign way. You haven’t had it in so long, but you remember everything you loved about it. 

The way his head stretches you out first, and then comes the rest of him, only a few moments of reprieve before you get to the thickest part of him. The way his fingers press into your skin as he sinks in, exercising as much restraint as he could. The way his tip parts you open, scratching parts of you that have been itching for a while now. 

He’s bare within you, and if you hone in your senses enough you can feel everything. Every ridge and mountain plane and every vein. The way he’s warm and heavy within you, filling you so well you don’t know how you’ve been empty this long. 

It’s like an insatiable hunger has finally been filled. 

You don’t know how you’ll ever go back to being without this. Without Luke. 

By the time Luke has bottomed out, you’re already attempting to fuck yourself back on him. Luke takes over quick enough, digging his hands into the fat at your hips as he drives into you. 

You can feel your ass rippling with each thrust, and you think there’s clapping, too. 

Luke is harsh with it, any tender moments you two had during the night are gone, replaced with fierce thrusts, his cock pistoning in and out of you with an intensity that tells you he wants to cum as badly as you do. 

You have the sudden urge to see his face, to watch his eyebrows pinch together as he cums. You look over your shoulder once more, and sure enough his thick eyebrows are pushed together. His lips glisten in the ambient lighting, pink and plump and parted as he focuses. His eyes don’t leave your ass, trained on where the two of you connect. 

Only a few moments later does he notice you’re watching him, and he casts a look up to meet your eyes. His expression doesn’t change, still as concentrated as it was before. 

Then he tells you, “turn over”. 

You’re quick to comply, barely even having to mourn the brief emptiness before you’re on your back (on the ground but it doesn’t matter at this point) with your legs spread, Luke quickly entering you and resuming his pace. 

He leans down, holding your thigh for leverage with one hand and holding himself up beside your head with the other. His forehead rests against yours, his eyes close and yours do too. 

“‘M close,” he tells you. 

Your hand slinks up to dig into his curls, and like this, you’re allowed to reminisce once more. 

Not one specific memory finds you, but the position is so well known. It’s so intimate, only becoming more so whenever Luke presses his lips to yours. 

It doesn’t cross your mind to tell Luke to pull out. But you don’t want him to. 

You need to feel him, all of him, just one more time. 

So when Luke spills warm cum inside of you, it’s the highest form of pleasure. 

He fucks it into you a little more, a few punctuated thrusts ensuring none of him leaks out, and then the hand on your hip comes between your thighs again. He pulls out, waits, and when you feel something trickle out of you he catches it with two fingers and drags it up to your bud. 

“Can you cum for me one more time?” he asks, voice sweet and gentle. 

Even if you couldn’t, if you were physically unable to, you would still give it a try if he talked to you like that. 

You nod, keeping your eyes pinched shut and licking over your now unoccupied lips. 

“Look at me,” Luke commands. “I wanna see you.” 

Your eyes peel open. You stare up at Luke. And with two more flicks, you cum. 

“Heard you’ve been calling me your ex.” 

You shrug as you pull your bottoms over your hips. Your shirt is already on, but you shake it out a little, trying to get rid of dirt remains that somehow found their way into it. 

“Yeah. That’s what you are.” 

Luke pulls his sweatshirt back over his head before responding. “We both know I’m more than that.” 

“You were more than that. Things change, Luke.” 

When he meets your eyes, there’s something in his gaze. Maybe remorse? 

He licks his lips, shrugs. “They don’t have to. We could go back to how things were before.” 

It’s such a tempting proposition, one you laid with for weeks. Watching the sun set and then watching it rise all in one wake, wondering where things went wrong, trying to fix them in your head so you could get it all back. You treated your breakup with Luke like a mission gone wrong, and that’s where you went wrong. 

You shake your head a little and start to walk away. 

“Goodnight, Luke.” 

His hand catches you around the wrist. He stares down at you, gaze hard and serious. 

“Hey, anytime you need that. Anytime you need me to give you that, you come find me. Okay?” 

Satisfaction flares in your chest as you nod. 

ㅤ

By the time the sun has made itself comfortable in the sky, you’re the last one out of bed. 

You shower quickly, paying extra attention to your knees to scrub the remnants of dirt off of them, and then you’re at the dining hall for breakfast, sliding up next to your sister with striking bags under your eyes and an alluring glow added to your aura. 

She doesn’t say anything for a while and neither do you. Both of you tend to your hunger, slowly setting food into your mouth and savoring the sweetness of the strawberry pancakes. 

Only when nothing is left on your plates but your offerings does she speak. 

“Covering for you tonight again?”

You don’t hesitate at all when you say, “Yep.” 

“You owe me.” She’s trying to come off a little demanding, maybe a little mean. But she looks a little amused. Maybe even happy for you. 

Your eyes leave hers to look across the dining hall, finding Luke already looking at you. 

When you grin in response, sickly sweet and triumphant, you don’t know if it’s towards her or Luke. 

Either way, your reply is the same. 

“I love you.” 

… [ MASTER LIST ] ༊*·˚

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HARRY POTTER…

- Tom Riddle

OBSESSION

IN WHICH… Tom Riddle is partnered with a Gryffindor for potions. He expects them to crush every assignment sent their way, but what he doesn’t expect is him falling in love.

- Draco Malfoy (in progress)

LOOKING AT ME

IN WHICH… Draco Malfoy was everything a Slytherin should be; proud, rude, and ambitious while Y/N L/N was everything a Gryffindor shouldn’t be; cold, narcissistic, and cunning. Maybe red and green do make a good combination after all.

( looking at me - sabrina carpenter)

- Draco Malfoy (in progress)

HEARTBREAKER CLUB

IN WHICH… Hogwarts always has a new heartbreaker each year. Before it was Cedric Diggory. Then Oliver Wood. Last year it was Y/N L/N before she focused on her studies. Now, it’s Draco Malfoy.

( heartbreaker club - city girl, tiffi, highvyn )

- Theodore Nott : most popular !!

ONE CUP OF COFFEE

IN WHICH… Theodore Nott can’t stand the idea of actually falling in love but he finds himself questioning his choices after a rather comforting conversation with a Hufflepuff.

- Christmas specials featuring,

Tom Riddle,

LAST CHRISTMAS

IN WHICH… Tom can’t fall in love, he shouldn’t fall in love. So why does he love Y/N L/N with her yellow robes, doe eyes, and her obsession with snow so much that he’d kill anyone in his path to get to her?

( last christmas - wham! )

Harry Potter,

BUY ME PRESENTS

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N’s situationship, Matteo Riddle, isn’t the best boyfriend material and when he forgets to buy her a Christmas present, she finally breaks it off. Luckily, she knows someone who’ll do everything Matteo didn’t.

( buy me presents - sabrina carpenter )

Oliver Wood,

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU

IN WHICH… Nothing would make Oliver Wood happier than getting a new broom as his Christmas present. That, or Y/N Malfoy finally noticing him. When the two collide at Hogsmeade, Oliver is overjoyed. Perhaps this Christmas, he’ll get two gifts.

( all i want 4 christmas is u - mariah carey )

Cedric Diggory,

CINDY LOU WHO

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N helps her crush and longtime best friend, Cedric Diggory, get with another girl. Deep down, she knows she’ll never be the bright and bubbly girl Cedric wants. She’ll always be the cunning snake with a knack for starting fights.

( cindy lou who - sabrina carpenter )

Draco Malfoy,

SANTA, TELL ME

IN WHICH… Draco Malfoy no longer enjoys Christmas, especially not when he has to stay at Hogwarts while all his friends are gone. But a certain bright-eyed Hufflepuff is glad to keep him company.

( santa, tell me - ariana grande )

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HUNGER GAMES…

- Cato Hadley

LACY

IN WHICH… Clove Kentwell can’t help but compare herself to Cato’s ex. They may have dated a year ago, but she sees the way he still looks at her.

( lacy - olivia rodrigo )

- Cato Hadley

JEALOUS GIRL

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N grows jealous over Cato and Glimmer’s new bond yet denies any sign of anger despite it being obvious (part of a book)

( jealous girl - lana del rey )

- Cato Hadley (in progress)

LOVE… AT FIRST SIGHT? (Normal au)

IN WHICH… Clove Kentwell is an intern at the biggest fashion magazine and brings her friend, Cato, as company. The last thing he expects is to fall head over heels for someone, especially not a model.

( love… at first sight? - regina song )

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

MAZE RUNNER…

- Minho

IF WE GO DOWN, WE GO DOWN TOGETHER

IN WHICH… Minho firmly believes in the saying ‘if we go down, then we go down together’ especially when his long-time crush, and best friend, gets stuck in the maze.

( paris - the chainsmokers )

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

PERCY JACKSON…

- Luke Castellan

NOBODY’S SON, NOBODY’S DAUGHTER / part 1

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N, after spending a decade at Camp Half-Blood, still remains unclaimed. Luckily, Luke is there to keep her company as her good friend. And to, perhaps, provide a bit more.

( chemtrails over the country club - lana del rey )

i think i love this, no wait, I NEEDED THIS-

just a good brother

words: 2.7k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, stepbro!rafe, stepcest, dubcon/noncon, drugging, female receiving oral, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, somnophilia, manipulation? i guess, reader is sick with like a cold or somethin

“what's wrong kid?” rafe asks, running a hand over your hair, pushing it out of your face as you keep your cheek pressed against the arm of the couch.

“sick.” you mutter, keeping your arms wrapped around your stomach, as if that could somehow make you feel better.

rafe frowns. he hates seeing you feeling down, and it's his responsibility as your step brother to make sure you are taken care of.

“what can i do for you?” rafe asks, his voice unbelievably soft. he kneels down in front of the couch so he can look you in the eye, scanning over your face, looking tired with a sheen of sweat over your skin. “did you take some medicine?”

“i did, and i still feel like crap.” you groan.

“want me to make you some soup?” rafe questions. he doesn't really know what to do to make you feel better, so he's resulting to movie stereotypes. he figures it's better than doing nothing. “or some cuddles?”

“ill take some cuddles.” you say. you really do think rafes arms wrapped around you would make you feel better. it's not weird after all, he's your step brother.

rafe nods, and you pick yourself up briefly to scooch to make room for rafe on the couch. he joins you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, letting you move to rest your cheek against his chest.

“i got ya, sis.” rafe says, rubbing his hand over your back in long comforting strokes.

“thanks rafey.” you sigh, eyes closing. your headache has subsided a little from the medicine, causing you to relax enough to fall into a light sleep.

you are awoken by sarah bounding out the door, shouting something about john b. 

“shh, it's okay.” rafe says when you whine, but you need to stretch your tired muscles anyways, shaking out the one arm that got trapped and fell asleep during your short nap.

“ugh, i just feel gross.” you groan, burying your face in your hands.

“would a bath help maybe?” rafe questions.

“actually yeah.” you hum, thinking about being submerged in the warm water. you think you even have some epsom salt you could add to draw out some of the toxins.

“let me help you then.” rafe says. he stands up, only to swoop down and bring you into his arms, walking with ease as he heads towards the stairs. you would complain that you can walk yourself, but you're honestly not sure if you can, do you wrap your arms around rafes shoulders and let him take you all the way to his bathroom. you don't mention that your own bathroom has a jacuzzi tub as well.

“are you good to sit right here?” rafe asks as he places you on the counter.

“yeah.” you nod, leaning your head back against the mirror, watching as rafe turns the hot water on to fill up the bath before coming back over to you

“want me to help you get undressed?” rafe questions.

“wouldn't that be weird?” you raise an eyebrow. “you seeing me naked?”

“not at all. im your step brother, and im just helping you because you're sick.” rafe says, and you're not sure if it's the sickness, or the foggy mind from the medicine that makes you nod your head yes, accepting his help.

rafe assists you in standing, his hands firm in yours as you slide off the sink counter, the tub filling with water drowning out the sound of rustling clothes as rafe takes your shirt, dragging it over your head. he skips over your bra and moves to your shorts next, kneeling as he slides them down your legs. he also carefully takes your socks off before tugging at your underwear. you cringe when they stick to the slickness between your thighs, but rafe doesn't mention anything.

he stands slowly, his eyes taking in between your thighs, wondering what you, his precious little step sister, would look like with your legs spread wide open, cunt on display for him.

rafe stands in front of you while he reaches behind your back, unclipping your bra. the fever that has taken over your body is replaced with shivers as your breasts are exposed to the cool air, your nipples instantly hardening.

rafe looks down with a smirk, and you want to cover yourself, hide your shame away, but before you can move, he turns his head and looks at the bath.

“it's full.” he hums, moving to shut the water off before turning to you, beckoning you forward with his hand. you take hold, letting him bear part of your weight as you step in, the water being just on the verge of too hot.

you let out a low moan when you step the other foot in, already feeling better.

“go ahead, baby. all the way in.” rafe says, using a nickname for you that you haven't heard before. you slide down into the bath, glad that it can easily submerge your whole body as rafe drags a stool next to the lip of the tub, taking a seat next to you.

“gotta keep an eye on you just in case.” rafe says, again reaching to stroke your hair back.

“you're such a good big brother.” you tell him honestly. you feel so lucky that your mom married ward, that she brought you into this family, to rafe.

“always gonna take care of you.” rafe says, as a promise.

you lean forward, not sure what your intentions are as you pucker your lips, pressing them against his hand that rests on his knee.

“come here.” rafe coos, knowing you need this, need to show him some kind of affection as thanks, and how much you like physical touch. rafe cups your jaw, tilting your face up as he brings his own head down, letting you press kisses over his cheeks.

rafe goes to connect your lips, but you gasp and pull away.

“it's okay for siblings to kiss each other.” rafe says with a frown.

“but i don't want to get you sick.” you complain, even though you desperately want to smash your lips against his. you don't dwell too long on the thought or what it could mean.

rafe sighs, but nods, letting go of your face and letting you lean back against the tub. your eyes close as the water relaxes you.

rafe sits there quietly, but the silence isn't uncomfortable.

“baby, are you good here for a minute? gonna get you some medicine.”

“yeah.” you sit up slightly, eyes opening as you watch rafe leave the bathroom. the water in the tub has grown lukewarm at this point, so when rafe returns with a plastic cup filled with some sort of medicine, you tell him you want to get out.

“here, drink this then i will help you dry off.” rafe says when he has you wrapped in the fluffiest towel. 

you accept the cup, swirling the purple liquid before shrugging and drinking it down in one gulp, surprised by the sugary sweet taste.

“good girl.” rafe says, making a surprising flood of wetness rush to your core. 

he leads you out of the attached bathroom into his bedroom, guiding you to sit down on the bed. he takes a second towel and carefully dries your hair, squeezing strands free of water before running his fingers through, making sure your hair remains untangled.

rafe then moves to your arms, not letting you do any work yourself as he guides the towel up and down your arms until they're completely dry.

“why don't you lay back?” rafe questions, and you nod, wanting to lay down anyways as the new medicine makes your limbs feel sluggish. you guess that there was some kind of sleep aid in the medicine as well, but it could also be the effects of the sickness hitting you again.

you let rafe take your towel away before you lay back on the bed, on top of his comforter as he pats your stomach until it's dry. your eyes flutter closed when he moves upwards, able to feel his hands through the fabric of the towel as he dries your chest, seeming to pay special attention to your nipples.

“rafe, i-” you begin, wanting to apologize for how hard your nipples have pebbled but he just shakes his head.

“you don't need to explain, sis.” rafe simply says. “it's natural.”

“okay.” you whisper. you're really not sure, and rafe is your big brother after all, so he has no reason to lie to you. rafe moves lower yet again, bypassing your stomach and privates as he wipes dry your feet, lower legs, and then your thighs.

“spread your legs for me.” rafe commands. he says it so casually you almost do it before you realize that your sloppy cunt would be revealed to him.

you sit up, moving your elbows so you can look at rafe, staring expectantly at you.

“rafe, i don't know-” 

“we are siblings.” he cuts you off again. “it's okay.”

you lay back, closing your eyes, not wanting to see rafes reaction when you spread your legs, revealing your wetness. you miss rafes smirk as he covers his hand with the towel, making sure to move very gently as he works it between your legs, stroking the fabric over your cunt.

you let out a low moan when your clit is bumped, causing a whole new flood of wetness.

“i can't seem to get this spot dry…” rafe says, tossing the towel onto the bed, needing to feel your bare skin. he strokes over your folds, not doing anything more than touching around your cunt until he can't take it anymore, letting his finger swipe through your wetness.

“rafe, stop.” you pout, eyes now clenched tightly closed.

“it's okay.” rafe just hums in response, too transfixed on your pretty pussy to take your plea into account, especially when you spread your legs wider, giving him more access.

rafe smiles as his finger pushes further against your skin, now rubbing through your wetness, spreading it around your cunt. he moves his singular digit up to your clit, moving in circles around it teasingly until he presses his fingertip down directly over your clit, making your back arch as you let out a moan.

“how do you feel now?” rafe questions as his finger continues to massage your clit.

you assess your body, and you're not sure if it's from the medicine or from rafes attention on your pussy, but he only feeling you can focus on is coming from his fingertip, instead of your hurting stomach.

“really good.” you whisper. you should be concerned about what you're doing right now, but you're so glad to be alleviated from feeling sick that you can't bring yourself to care about rafe stroking over your clit.

“want me to keep making you feel good?” rafe questions.

you nod before you can hesitate. rafe climbs onto the bed, slotting himself between your thighs. you blink your eyes open when his hands rub over your inner thighs.

“it's okay.” rafe assures you again. “just a brother taking care of his sick sister.”

“okay.” you whisper. “it's okay.”

rafe smiles before diving in, burying his mouth in your cunt. he possessively licks over your pussy, like he's been waiting since your mom married his dad two years ago to get a taste of you. 

he sucks your clit into his mouth, bringing his fingers to your entrance. he pushes a singular digit in, glad when you stay relaxed, allowing him to pump his finger into you. he's sure it's a combination of the exhaustion of your sickness as well as the medicine he gave you.

rafe switches between flicking his tongue over your clit and sucking on it while his finger works you open. he can quickly add a second due to your pliability and wetness.

“rafe, i feel something-” you gasp, his fingers moving faster.

“you're gonna cum for me?” he questions. he knows you're not the most innocent, he's seen you making out quite intensely with your ex boyfriend, but he also knows that you're still a virgin. you claim you want to wait until marriage.

“i-i don't know. i think so.” you whine, hips undulating.

“it's okay, relax for me baby and cum.” rafe says, his tongue taking in your taste again, licking long stripes through your cunt, making sure to flick over your clit with every movement.

you let out a mix between a whine and a moan as his tongue and fingers becomes too much, pulling the orgasm out of you as you cum, your high pushing through your body as your legs tighten around rafes head.

rafe gently kisses your cunt through the orgasm until your thighs loosen and your eyes fall closed.

“im tired.” you whisper, not sure what rafe is doing when you feel him get off the bed, and rustle around. you don't open your eyes until he's back on the bed between your legs.

“rafe!” you shout when you realize he is kneeling between your legs, now completely naked, his cock hard and jutting away from his body, one hand at the base, slightly stroking as he looks down on your naked body.

“it's okay.” he says again, hoping that repeating it will make you believe it.

“what are you doing?” you question.

“you said you wanted to feel good, im just helping you sis.” rafe says, now stroking faster, taking up more of his shaft.

“no, no, no.” you mumble quickly. “you're my brother!”

“im your step brother.” rafe snips quickly.

“still! im supposed to be waiting until marriage! for my husband!” despite your protests, you can't bring your body to move, completely slackened against the bed.

“it doesn't count if its family.” rafe says. “besides, ive been taking such good care of you. let me keep taking care of you, and you can take care of me too.”.

“i guess…” you mumble, eyes taking in his big cock. you want to know what it feels like inside of you, and rafe grants your wish when he drapes his body over yours, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“id say stay nice and relaxed for me, but the medicine is doing it's job.” rafe says, burying his head in your shoulder as he pushes inside, filling your cunt in one smooth and easy pump.

you let out a moan, wanting to wrap your legs around rafes waist to help the angle, but your legs feel like jelly.

“that's it, sis.” rafe moans, immediately snapping his hips into yours, not bothering to start softly.

rafe keeps one hand gripping your hip while the other moves to your chest, gripping your tit harshly, but you're too numb to complain about the pain.

“more.” you whisper into rafes ear.

“dirty slut.” rafe says back. “who knew my step sis would be such a whore for her brothers cock?”

you let out a whine of complaints, but rafe begins to move faster, push deeper into you. you wish you could keep your eyes open, to look at rafe like this, but tiredness is taking over, even as he pumps into you.

“can't- can't help it.” rafe says, his voice sounding strained as he continues thrusting. “gonna cum inside of you.”

this wakes you up slightly, squirming underneath him. “you can't, rafe! im not on birth control and you're my brother!”

“say it again.” rafe grunts.

“you're my brother!” you shout again, but instead of rafe pulling out, he floods your cunt with his cum, spurting long ropes inside of you.

you squirm again, but rafe just moans when your pussy constricts around him, having the opposite effect as you milk his cock.

“im sorry sis.” rafe says. you try to push him off, but thats when you realize that it's more than just tiredness taking over your body. you're completely limp, unable to move or lift your hand.

“what did you do?” you ask, words slurring.

“ill take care of you. ill take care of everything.” rafe promises, grinding his hips when his cock begins to reharden inside of you.

you try to open your mouth, but your vision goes completely black, your jaw slackening. you pass out with the feeling of rafe beginning to move inside of you again, his cock pushing the cum further into your cervix.

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We Know That We Can Treat You Better Than He Can

Cregan Stark x Wife!Reader x Reader's Twin Sister

Tags: smut, incest, m/f/f threesome, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), p. in v. sex

Your twin sister, Carra, is being neglected by her husband, Lord Royce - her pleasure especially. It breaks your heart to see her so upset and unfulfilled, and you have a wild idea on how to help her. But you need your lord husband, Cregan Stark, to help you help her.

Author's Note: This might be in the top three of my favorite oneshots I've written to date. I'm curious to know what y'all think! Also, Cregan Stark: Husband of the century, am I right?

“What’s he really like?”

You look over at your twin sister, Carra, who meets your gaze with curiosity. You’re sitting by the fire in the Stark family library, a book draped over your lap. She’s sitting by the widow, peering at the grounds of Winterfell below, not at all attempting to read any of the books she’s taken down from the shelves. 

“Who?” you ask, flipping to the next page of your book.

Carra rolls her eyes playfully. “Your lord husband, dear sister.” She gives you a smile from across the room.

You knew she was asking about him – you can practically read each other’s minds, you’ve always been able to do that – but you wanted to be sure.

“He’s a good man,” you say with a gentle shrug of your shoulders, shifting in your seat. The two of you have been up in the library for a few hours now, and your back is growing stiff from sitting for so long. “He’s quiet, kind, and loyal.”

Carra crosses her arms and stands, walking over to you before sitting in the opposite chair by the fire. “No,” she says softly, holding your gaze. “I mean, what’s he like.”

You inhale deeply, understanding her meaning and feeling yourself blush ever so slightly. But she’s your sister – your other half – and you’ve never kept secrets from each other. 

“He’s loving and giving, and he has the stamina of a hunting hound,” you say with a light laugh. “He does whatever he can to please me.” You fold the book in your lap closed, and set it on the small table beside your chair, before turning your attention back to her. You give her a small smile. “Why do you ask?”

She shrugs gently, mirroring your earlier movements. “My husband isn’t like that. He doesn’t seem interested in my pleasure.” You don’t miss the hint of sadness in her voice; you know her too well.

“I’m sorry, Carra. I know mother and father promised that Lord Royce would be a good match for you. It pains me to hear that you aren’t happy.” You give her a sad look, and she returns it, your mirror image looking back at you.

“Thank you,” she says quietly, looking down at her hands in her lap for a moment before looking back up at you.

“Has he ever made you…climax?” She asks, before quickly adding, “My handmaiden told me about it, but my husband has never made me feel anything that she’s described.”

You take a deep breath before nodding. “He has, every time we’ve lain together. With his tongue, his fingers, his cock… Sometimes all three in one night.” You watch her face fall a bit, but you can tell she has more questions.

“What does it feel like?” She leans back against the chair, her long hair caressing her shoulders, just like yours does.

You pause for a moment, thinking. “It’s hard to describe… It’s the most exquisite pleasure imaginable. Wave after wave of it, rippling through your body, filling you up. It makes you feel like you’re floating, and like nothing else matters in the world except you, your husband, and your love.”

She nods, gently worrying her lower lip with her teeth. “I suppose I’ll never know then,” she states quietly, looking at you with a sorrow that makes your heart ache.

And then a thought crosses your mind – a mad thought – but she’s your twin sister, and you are loath to see her upset and neglected. And you’ve shared everything with her your whole life.

“He would show you, I think…if I asked him to,” you say, your words quietly echoing off of the stone walls. She meets your eyes, and you can see a spark of hope flicker in them before she shakes her head gently.

“You’re so kind to me, my darling sister. But I could never–Cregan is your husband.” But you can tell that’s not the answer she really wants to give.

You lean forward and reach out to take her hand in yours. “He loves me, yes, but he loves you too – you mean a great deal to him because I love you so much. If he knew you were being neglected like this…”

She squeezes your hand gently, her eyes searching your face. “You really think he would?”

You nod, giving her a smile. “He might need some convincing at first, but when have you and I never accomplished something we put our minds to?”

She lets out a light laugh – the one you know sounds just like yours – like chimes gently playing in the breeze.

“Would you…stay with me? I don’t know what to do or say. I don’t know him like you do.” She looks even more hopeful, and it makes your heart swell. You do love her so very much.

“Of course. We will show you the pleasure you’ve been missing and so very much deserve.”

She swallows, and you can see a flush creep up her skin. You feel the same thing happening to you – an arousal curling through your veins like smoke at the thought of showing your twin sister that kind of pleasure. Now that the thought has crossed your mind, it will be impossible to forget.

She crosses her legs, but rubs her thumb over the back of your hand, an irresistible tension now simmering where your hands are connected.

“Tonight then,” you murmur, eyes searching her face.

She nods, a small smile tugging at her lips.

You hear the handle of the door leading to your chambers turn, and you glance over at Carra, seated in front of the fire, much the way you two were in the library earlier.

“My love, I’ve missed y–” Cregan says as he steps through over the threshold, but stops when he notices Carra seated to your right. “Oh, I’ll just–”

“No, my love, please. Come,” you say, standing and quickly walking over to him, your silk nightgown swishing against your legs. You curl your hand around his forearm and gently shut the door behind him, and then stretch up on your toes to place a kiss on his cheek. He glances down at you, and then at Carra, and then back at you, confusion settling across his handsome face.

“What–”

“We have something we’d like to ask you,” you say gently, tugging on his arm and leading him over to the bed, and encouraging him to sit on the edge of it.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, eyes flicking between the two of you again as Carra stands and makes her way over to the two of you.

You shake your head, taking his hands in yours. “Nothing is wrong. Well, something is wrong. Lord Royce is neglecting Carra most terribly.”

Concern crosses his features now, his eyebrows knitting together. “Does he hurt you, Carra?” He asks quietly, looking at her.

“No, Cregan,” she says gently, looking down at her feet, and then back up at him. “But he does neglects me and my…needs.” She glances at you, her eyes asking for help.

Cregan follows the exchange – he’s the most hawkish man you’ve ever met – and his eyes lock with yours again, his head tilting to the side, his eyes full of questions.

“My love, Carra’s husband has never shown her the pleasure a wife ought to know. He’s never treated her the way you treat me… We’re hoping you could show her,” you breathe into the stillness of the room. It’s so quiet, save the gentle crackle of the fire in the hearth.

“My darling,” he whispers, clearly unsure of how to respond, his eyes quickly flicking to Carra and then back to you.

You step between his legs and gently drop his hands to cup his face instead, looking down at him. You hope he can see the hope on your face – the want to help your sister, and for him to help you do that.

“Cregan, my love, please,” you murmur, your thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. You feel his jaw muscles flex as he swallows thickly, hearing the plea in your voice. “She’s just like me,” you whisper.

You see a thought flicker across his features – and you know it’s the thought of two of you. And similar to how you felt earlier that day, once the thought has crossed his mind, you know it’ll be hard to shake. And he’s a caring man, always striving to help and do right by those under his care. Right now, both his wife and his sister-in-law are under his care.

You drop your left hand to reach out for your sister, and she takes it, stepping to your side, her own nightgown gently brushing against Cregan’s legs. 

He turns his head in your hand to look up at her. “Are you sure?”

She nods, giving him a shy smile. “I’m sure if you are.”

He looks at you once more, eyes searching for any sign of your own hesitation. You give him a smile and nod. Seeing none, he nods too. “Okay,” he says quietly, and he gives you both a shy smile of his own, clearly trying his best not to feel too overwhelmed by your request. 

He slowly pushes himself off the bed to stand, looming over the two of you and breathing deeply, seemingly hesitant to make the first move. You stretch up on your toes again to kiss him, soft and languid, silently thanking him as your lips move over his. Instinctively, his hands lift to hold your waist, gently pulling you towards him. You smile into your kiss and then carefully lift his hands to your breast, encouraging him to pull at the strings of your nightgown. He does, with nimble fingers for such a large man, until the thin fabric slips from your shoulders and pools on the floor at your feet.

He pulls away gently and lets out a pleased sigh, as he always does when you stand naked before him, his expression so full of love and desire. You give him a similar look, biting at your lower lip, and then looking over at your sister. She too has seen you naked many times – perhaps more than Cregan – for you’ve bathed together, and gotten dressed and undressed together, for years. But now, her eyes sweep over your form too, as if she’s never quite seen you before.

Cregan looks at her too, and they lock eyes, and he lets out a shaky breath. 

“Carra’s turn, my love,” you murmur, and he steps towards her, slow but steady, clearly wanting to make sure she’s comfortable. 

He carefully lifts his hands to cup her face, before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. She lets out a shaky breath of her own, and then tilts her head up as he tilts his down, meeting for a soft kiss. Your heart swells and beats rapidly at the same time, watching him with her like this – the two people you love the most in this world.

After a moment, his long, calloused fingers slip gently down her neck and shoulders before slowly tugging at the laces of her nightgown, his knuckles grazing her breasts. She lets out a soft sigh from being touched with such tenderness and reverence – the way he always touches you.

Like yours, her dress falls down her body into a heap on the floor, leaving her to stand bare before him, a mirror image of you. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and he turns to look at you as you close the gap between your body and his, sliding your hands around his middle and kissing his back. You can feel his rapid heart beat thrumming against his ribcage as you slowly tug his tunic to untuck it from his trousers. Carra, always on the same page as you, reaches up to pull at the laces of his shirt, making it easier for the two of you to tug it up and over his head. He lifts his arms too, helping you toss the shirt on the floor, on top of your nightgown. 

You move around to his front, standing next to Carra, and lift your hands to touch his chest – feeling his smooth, but searing hot skin beneath your palms. Carra follows your lead, trailing her own hands over him, and you know she feels him shiver as her fingertips graze over one of his nipples. 

He smiles down at both of you. “Will you lay down for me?” He asks gently, eyes flicking back and forth between the two of you. You both nod, and climb on the bed, laying down to look at him standing before you at the foot of the bed. It doesn’t seem lost on him that Carra has chosen to lay on his side of the bed, unbeknownst to her. 

He swallows thickly, eyeing the two of you, as he slowly unbuckles his belt and unlaces his trousers, letting them and his small clothes drop from his hips. He makes quick work of tugging his boots and socks off too, and then the rest of his clothes, before straightening back up. You savor a moment to take him in in all his glory, his thick cock hanging heavy between his muscular thighs, making your mouth water, before you turn to look at Carra. 

She’s watching him while taking steadying breaths, clearly in awe too – as if she’s never seen a man like this before. And perhaps she hasn’t, for her husband stands in no comparison to the Wolf of the North before the two of you. You see a flush creep down her chest and her legs slowly slide against each other, her core clearly aching as she takes him in – a feeling you know all too well.

You look back at him and see a similar flush of red spreading down his chest and stomach, clearly not used to being the object of desire for two women at once – especially women he cares about deeply.

And then he looks at you, his gray eyes asking, What next?

“I think you should pleasure Carra first, my love,” you say, sitting up and reaching for him. He holds out his hand and lets you pull him up onto the bed. “With your mouth, like you know I love.”

He kneels between the two of you, and looks at you for a moment and then to Carra, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Of course, if that’s what you’d like,” he says to her, his voice coming out a little gravelly, thick with arousal. You love hearing him like this.

She nods, a little shyly, but she gives him a small smile too, clearly wanting him to know that she’s only a little nervous, but does indeed want this. 

He nods, and then leans over to give you a kiss, sweet and breathless – likely trying to steel his own nerves. And then he moves away, carefully crawling over your sister until his face hovers above hers, while you lay down on your side to watch them. They look at each other for a heartbeat, and then he dips down to kiss her, his brown tresses fanning around her face. She stretches up into the kiss, and then lifts her hands to tenderly push back his hair, drawing a soft moan from him as her fingers slide against his scalp. He’s always loved that feeling.

It makes her moan too, and he deepens the kiss, evidently wanting to show her everything he can – to treat her how he’d treat you. He goes slow, licking into her with a deliberate pace and letting her catch up to match his movements. He’s always been so patient and thoughtful like this.

After a few more moments, he breaks the kiss to let her breathe, for she’s clearly not used to this. She gasps gently, and then gasps again when he resumes his kisses, this time trailing his lips down her neck and chest, open-mouthed and wet, using his tongue and his lips to bring her pleasure. He spends some time sucking on her breasts and nipples, making her arch in pleasure as his tongue plays with the taut peaks, making her moan softly and clutch at his biceps. You wonder if her moans sound just like yours to him. It’s an arousing thought, but you stay quiet for the moment, not wishing to interrupt her pleasure. And you’re finding your own pleasure simply by watching them.

He lowers his hips a bit too so he can get closer to her, and you glance down to watch the tip of his cock drag over her hips and thighs, leaving a glistening trail of precum in its wake. You know the feeling of his hot length teasing over your skin like that – anticipation, and want of it and all of him, making you clench around nothing – and wonder if your sister feels it too.

He’s kissing down her stomach now, and carefully slotting his legs between hers as his lips brush over her hips. He gently nips at her hip bone too, making her gasp and then laugh gently at his playfulness. He grins up at her, and then at you. You can’t help but grin back, so pleased with him and all the effort he’s putting into this, for her and for you.

His attention turns back to her as his kisses move lower still, over the cleft of her cunt, and then teasingly, over her inner thighs. He’s always loved to tease just a little bit, making you, and now her, crave even more what you know is coming next.

But you’re not sure she does know, for the pleasurable gasp she lets out when he kisses her core, and then flicks his tongue through her folds, lapping up her wetness, tells you that no man has ever done this to her before. You slowly sit up, drawn to where his face is nestled between her thighs, and slowly shift down the bed, laying on your stomach and resting your head in your hands, so close you could almost kiss her hips.

Cregan curls his arms underneath her thighs, laying down on his stomach as well, and gently drapes her legs over his shoulders before resuming what you know she now craves with every fiber of her being, if she truly is anything like you. Her gasps turn to moans and her fingers card through his hair, clearly needing something to hold onto, and you know he loves it. Her eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure, and when you glance back down, your eyes meet his. He tilts his head so he can look at you better while he presses his tongue into her, licking deeply while you watch him.

You can’t help but speak – you have so many questions.

“Does she taste like me?” You breathe, holding his gaze.

He moans and nods, and you know your question has taken him by surprise too. His moans also take your sister by surprise, reverberating through her body in a way that you know feels incredible. She gasps in pleasure.

“Does that feel good, Carra?” You ask, leaning down to place a featherlight kiss to her hip.

“Gods, yes,” she breathes, arching into his touch. “Cregan, please don’t stop,” she begs, and you already know he’d never dream of doing that, not until he has her body singing with pleasure. That’s always been his way.

As if to answer her, he gently spreads her thighs even more, and then flicks his tongue over her pearl, swirling her own wetness over it before sucking on it too, bringing her to a whole new level of pleasure. She moans and then whines, arching into his mouth, her hips chasing this incredible new feeling. You watch him smile, for he knows he’s doing this right and he’s always loved to please you – you know he must feel the same about Carra now too. He keeps playing with her pearl, and his eyes flick back to you as one of his hands slide down from her thigh, disappearing between her legs. And you watch him glance between your face and hers as he gently presses a finger inside her, his tongue still swiping over her pearl. 

You look up to make sure she’s okay, wanting this to be nothing but pleasurable, and you know it is from the look on her face. She locks eyes with you, bliss fanning over her features. She reaches down a hand to hold yours, and you lace your fingers together, and then lean down to kiss her hand. 

“Do you like that?” You ask, smiling up at her.

She nods, and then gasps, and you can tell simply by her reaction that he’s added a second finger and that it feels incredible. It breaks your heart that she’s never felt this, and you kiss her hand again and then look at him, giving him a look of gratitude. You watch a look cross his face, and you know it’s one of love – wanting to make sure both of you are happy and taken care of. This is a role that fills him to his core, and you didn’t realize how much this would mean to him too. It makes you ache with love for him.

But he’s not done, far from it. He sucks on her pearl and then picks just the right moment to curl his fingers inside her, beckoning her orgasm to come to him. It’s breathtaking to watch the way he knows just what to do, and the way he’s taking special care to make this as wonderful for her as possible.

“Cregan, oh gods. Like that,” she moans, her hand gripping tighter around yours as her other slips through his hair. “Please, please, just like that.”

And he gives her exactly what she wants, stroking her sweet spot in a way that you know you could never do yourself, and neither can she. His fingers are so long, and he’s just too good at it. Once, twice more, and then he says, “Come for me, Carra. Let go for me, beautiful.”

She stills in his and your hands, and then cries out, her pleasure peaking and then washing over her in waves, her body writhing in bliss. He continues to stroke inside of her, and kiss her pearl, drawing every last ounce of pleasure her body can give, before she’s whimpering from overstimulation, filled completely by bliss. You watch him slowly draw his fingers from her, drenched in her wetness.

She looks at his hand too, and then at you, and you have a wild thought. You sit up quickly and then reach for his right hand, bringing it to your mouth to suck on his fingers, licking them clean.

He moans, and so does Carra, both of them a little shocked and very aroused. You lock eyes with Cregan as your tongue swirls around his digits, and watch his eyes darken with desire as he tries to catch his breath. When they’re clean, you pop off and then look at your sister, who’s been watching you in awe.

“You taste so good, sister,” you murmur, and then kiss her hip before sliding up next to her until you’re face to face. She’s blushing a deep red now, from everything, and also trying to catch her breath as she turns her head to look at you, your faces just a hair’s breadth apart. And then she closes the gap, kissing you softly. It’s different from Cregan – the only other person you’ve kissed. Her mouth is smaller, like your own, and her lips are silky soft. You lean into the kiss for a moment, breathing her in, and then you both pull apart to look at Cregan, still resting on his elbow between Carra’s thighs.

The look on his face is something you’ll never forget – so aroused and so in awe that he seems frozen in place, likely unsure if either of you are real and if this is all just a dream. 

“Husband,” you say softly, and his eyes meet yours, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, his arousal not letting him catch his breath. “Do you think we can make Carra come again?”

He blinks slowly and then nods, a small smile spreading across his face. And then he speaks, his voice low and husky. “I want to make both of you come together.”

Pleasure rushes up your spine and your core clenches around nothing, the wetness between your thighs starting to drip at the thought of him giving both of you pleasure at the same time. You nod with a smile, and then look back at Carra, and she nods too before leaning in to kiss you once more, short and sweet.

Cregan groans softly, regaining the attention of both sisters. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that,” he says with a breathless laugh, smiling too.

You giggle, and then sit up fully to crawl across the furs to kiss him, deep and languid, just like you both love to do. He sighs into your kiss, his hand coming up to gently brush your hair behind your ear, his other hand caressing your sister’s hip. When you part, you lightly trail your fingertips down his lips and chin, still wet from Carra, and you feel him shiver. It makes you shiver too with anticipation and excitement.

Then he pushes himself to sit up and slide off of the high bed to stand at the foot of it, his cock heavy and leaking. Carra sits up too, both of you waiting for his next move with baited breath. Instead of moving right away, he takes a moment just to look at the two of you, evidently admiring your beauty as his eyes sweep over your faces and the curves of your bodies. It makes you and your sister bite your lips, and he cocks his head to the side with a smile, clearly enjoying your identical reactions. 

When the three of you have looked your fill, he leans forward to place his large hands on the bed, his palms sliding over the furs, and he looks at your sister.

“Come here, Carra,” he requests softly, and she crawls to him, stopping when they are eye to eye and sitting back on her heels, her hands resting on her thighs. He leans in to kiss her, slow and sweet as honey, and she sighs happily. “May I show you even more pleasure?” He husks between kisses.

She nods, and reaches up to caress her hand along the line of his jaw, feeling his strength under her fingertips. “I would like that,” she murmurs, giving him a coy smile. He smiles back at her, and then leans even closer, his one arm curling around her waist to help her settle down on her back. When she’s comfortable, he gently tugs her to him, her bum near the edge of the bed. He gingerly rubs his hands over her thighs and shins, leaning down to place kisses on her knees too. You love watching him like this – taking his time, and making her feel special and wanted.

“My love,” he says softly, pulling you from your thoughts. “Come here.”

You crawl to him, as your sister did, and then kneel next to her side. He leans over her to kiss you too, also placing tender kisses on your cheeks, before pulling back to look at you. It makes butterflies flutter in your belly, for he’s so loving but you’re also wondering what he has planned for you and your sister.

“Can you straddle Carra’s hips, facing her?” He asks, his hand trailing down your skin, the pads of his fingers teasing around one of your nipples. You let him continue that for a moment, moaning softly, as Carra also skims her fingertips up your thighs, seemingly mesmerized.

And then you nod, following his instructions, and carefully climb over your sister, your knees hugging her hips. You place your hands next to her sides, and look down at her with a smile. 

She looks up at you. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmurs, her hands traveling up your arms before sweeping your hair to one side so she can see you better.

“So are you,” you reply, grinning at her. She grins back, realizing she must look so very like you in this moment. And if you’re gorgeous, she must be too.

“Both of you are perfect,” Cregan says, folding Carra’s legs more securely around his waist, and leaning forward to place kisses on your backside and lower back. You fold down even more, bracing yourself on your forearms, your ass on even more display for him. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, his right hand trailing all over your ass and thighs. You can hear the desire dripping in his deep tone and it makes you shiver.

Then Carra lets out a gasp, tilting her head back into the pillows. You tilt your head down, looking back between the two of you, to watch him take himself in hand and tease his tip up and down through her folds. It’s such an erotic sight, and you can’t help but continue to watch. It makes your own wetness drip down your thighs.

But then you’re the next to gasp as his fingers start to do the same thing to your soaked cunt, slipping into your wetness, and teasing up and down, making pleasure ripple through your body. You rest your head on your sister’s chest and rock back into his fingers, wanting more. Carra’s hands caress your cheeks, your neck, your shoulders, clearly feeling the same way, for you can also feel her rock her hips beneath you, chasing the pleasure Cregan’s giving her.

“You look so good like this, Cregan,” she says with a moan. “That feels so good.”

He groans softly in response, mesmerized by the two women in front of him, ready and wanting.

“How does this feel?” He husks before pressing two of his fingers into you, making you gasp. She does the same as he presses his cock into her, sliding into both of you at the same time. You lift your head to look at her beneath you, her head tilted back again in pleasure as she takes more and more of him into her. You know what that feels like, the delicious stretch and urgency to be filled by him as much as possible. You are getting just a taste of what your sister is feeling via his fingers, which he swirls around inside you, brushing perfectly against your walls as he opens you up.

“Gods, Cregan,” you moan, canting your hips back into his hand, taking his fingers down to the last knuckles, making him moan too. As you listen to him and feel him, you also lean down to kiss your sister’s neck. She arches up into your touch but then down into Cregan’s too. It’s as if her body can’t decide which pleasure to chase – his or yours.

You brush your lips up her neck and then trace the shell of her ear with your tongue. “How does he feel?”

“Incredible,” she breathes, moaning softly as her hands slide up and down your sides, gripping onto your soft skin.

“He does feel incredible, doesn’t he?” You ask, pushing up a bit to look over your shoulder at him. The sight of him is breathtaking. The muscles in his abdomen and his arm flexing as he fucks in and out of both of you, his cock and fingers following the same steady rhythm. His brown tresses are disheveled from you and Carra carding your fingers through it, and there’s only a small sliver of gray left in his eyes, for they’re hooded but blown wide with arousal. He looks at you with such desire, such love, such devotion, that it makes pleasure rush up and down your spine. Your heart beats so fast you’re sure it might leap from your chest. He’s looking at you, and your sister, like he can never get enough of you.

“It’s the two of you,” he groans lightly, “that feel incredible. You’re so perfect for me.” 

“Does she feel like me?” You ask, smiling back at him for a heartbeat before he’s making you, and her, moan again. He crooks his fingers inside of you, curling his fingertips down towards your belly button, brushing over your sweet spot in the way he knows drives you wild. For Carra, he picks up the pace of his thrusts, driving faster and deeper into her, and also rubs his fingers over her pearl. 

“She feels just like you, my love – absolutely perfect.”

At hearing this, Carra arches up into you again, and you press down into her, sliding back further across her silky skin to meet Cregan’s thrusts. You find her breasts with your lips, kissing and sucking on them, desiring this so much that it makes you flutter around Cregan’s fingers. Your tongue and lips find her nipples too, playing with them until they’re taut and glistening, and she’s arching high off the bed with bliss.

“Gods, oh gods,” Carra moans, starting to shake beneath you as you and Cregan continue to lavish her with pleasure. You try your best to focus and not get lost in the bliss that Cregan is giving you with his fingers too.

“Will you come for us again, darling sister?” You breathe into the valley between her breasts, making her arch up even more into your lips. 

It’s at this moment that Cregan’s thumb finds your pearl, rubbing it perfectly as he pumps his fingers in and out, mirroring what he’s doing to Carra. You moan loudly, burying your face in her chest and start to shake as your pleasure builds in your core. 

He doesn’t let up, quickly bringing you both to the edge of desire, the two of you becoming moaning messes before him, his own breathy moans mixing with yours. For a split second, you wonder if she orgasms just like you – if she sounds like you, if she’ll clench around his cock like you do, if she’ll like it when he spills inside her like–

But Carra’s peak washing over her cuts off your thoughts, for she cries out so deliciously, her spine arching high off the bed, and then she writhes beneath you in pleasure. It’s so erotic to watch her, and feel her hot skin beneath yours, sliding against your body. Her hands grip tightly to your shoulders for a moment, until she lets go and finds your eyes as Cregan continues to pump in and out of both of you. The blissful look on her face – the bone deep pleasure – and the feeling of Cregan’s hand moving so perfectly for you makes your orgasm rise up in you and then break in wave after wave of pleasure. You cry out into her chest and flutter around his fingers, driving back hard into his hand. It feels so incredible, and she holds you through it, her soft arms curling around you as your pleasure reaches every fiber of your being.

Then suddenly, Cregan’s fingers are gone. You whine from the loss for a split second, only for your empty cunt to be filled by his cock plunging into you. His fingers curl around your hips too, pulling you to him, making him drive even deeper into you. Moans replace your whine – nothing, nothing, could ever feel as good as him, pumping in and out of you, his length throbbing inside of you. Your perfect husband.

“Cregan,” you cry out, and that does it for him. He spills inside you with the most delicious groan, his hot seed coating your walls and his tip nearly kissing your womb. You collapse even further into Carra and clench around Cregan, milking him for every drop that he can give you, and drawing his orgasm and pleasure out as much as possible. You can feel him shaking behind you, from pleasure and exertion. The two of you pant, trying to catch your breath, and Carra strokes your cheek, in complete awe. 

“Did that feel good, sister?” Carra asks with a smile, her thumb rubbing gentle circles into your skin.

“Perfect,” you say, turning your head to kiss her palm and then looking over your shoulder at Cregan. The two of you share a knowing smile, both of you hoping his seed takes and you can finally have the baby you both have always wanted. 

He leans forward to drape his torso over yours, his hands resting on the bed on either side of Carra, kissing your shoulders and neck. It feels so good – everything feels so amazing.

And then he gingerly pulls out of you, placing one last kiss on your back, and one last kiss to Carra’s knee, before climbing up onto the bed and laying down on his back, next to Carra. He motions for you to lay next to him on his other side. You do, and both you and your sister snuggle into his chest, facing each other as he curls his arms protectively around the two of you.

You watch him turn his head to press a tender kiss to Carra’s brow, and then he turns to do the same to you, before settling back against the pillows and closing his eyes.

“Sister, perhaps the next time you visit can be in the autumn, late enough that you might get stuck here for months on end due to the snow,” you say playfully, your fingers playing with her own across his chest.

“Gods be good,” Cregan murmurs with a chuckle, opening his eyes again to look down at the pair of you.

Carra laughs lightly, but then adds, “I don’t think my lord husband would let me be gone for that long.”

“He will if I command it so,” Cregan says, looking down at her with a smile. You can tell that she understands that he means what he says, and she grins up at him, and then at you.

“I would like that,” she says, her bright smile mirroring your own.

“We would too,” you agree, pulling her hand even closer to you across his chest, and kissing her fingertips, before the two of you snuggle even deeper into Cregan’s strong arms, satisfied by everything tonight, and excited for what’s to come. 

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part 4 of ‘Repentance’

warnings: smut, angst, jealous!Aemond.

a/n: I’m sorry if I missed you in the tag list, thank you all for waiting! <3 (If there are any typos  I miss, I apologise– I edited this messily lmao) 

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Northern Attitude - cregan stark x reader

Summary: Cregan’s wife feels he is a cold and distant husband, but he finds a way to show her just how much he loves her. he doesn’t mean to be cold it’s just his northern attitude 😏

cw: smutttttyyyyyyy it was almost fluff but i just can’t help myself lol. reader slaps cregan a few times, (not abusively im just a freak😔), size diff, oral (f & m receiving), spanking, porn with little plot

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Cregan Stark loved and adored his wife. Perhaps he loved her almost too much, as he avoided doing anything that might tarnish her as a lady.

He did not share his chambers with her, even though that was the custom in the North. He rarely touched her, aside from their rather delicate bedding ceremony after their union. And, he rarely spoke to her, as he was too afraid of saying anything that may disrespect her.

His wife found this agonizing.

Their union had, of course, been one out of duty but it didn’t change the fact Cregan had been more interested in her than any other maiden in the North. Her father, Lord Mooton, had offered her hand years ago when Cregan’s father Rickon still ruled the North, but his father felt Cregan should one day make that decision on his own when he became Warden of the North.

Cregan had met her when they were both ten and three, when his father Rickon hosted a feast for all of the Northern lords to come and celebrate the end of a particularly harsh winter.

She was timid and quiet, but they shared a dance and then she had never left Cregan’s mind since.

Now, some odd years later, she was his wife and he was delighted. However, his wife believed to think their union was misery for him.

Their first bedding was ever so gentle, Cregan lightly caressing her hair and cheeks, yet he held his head low into her neck to contain his moans. Her sweet whines and whimpers made him want to go feral, yet he dared not defile his wife.

She was still the quiet girl he fell in love with all those years ago. She sat next to him silently during feasts and trips to other houses, almost like a pet that only acts when called upon. When she did attempt to make conversation with her husband, his words were short and dry. She knew Northern men were often of few words, but she did not expect her union to be that way. If he was so cold, why had he chosen her specifically? The thought frustrated her greatly.

It was not his intention to be this way. It was just how his father was, and he couldn’t help but learn that behavior.

When Cregan learned he would have to make a moon’s trip to the Wall, he wanted to make sure his wife would be in well hands before leaving.

Knock. Knock. Knock

“You may enter.” She said, softly.

She turned as her husband entered her chambers, dressed in his furs and armor. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He closed the door behind him, then stepped a few paces closer inside her chambers.

“Are you leaving?” She asked, trying to hide the frustration in her voice.

“I must go to the Wall; the men there are in dire need of supplies and support. I plan to bring any prisoners of Winterfell to clear up our cells so that they may take the black.” He says, walking to sit across from her in front of the hearth. He admires her soft gray gown. Her hair was in Northern braids, out of her face so that it was revealing her delicate features. Her eyebrows knitted again, something he noticed she did when she was upset.

“Will you be alright to rule in my stead while I am gone?” He asks.

“I will be fine, husband.” She responds, curtly.

“If you feel unsure, I can-“ He asks, wanting to make sure she feels comfortable enough, but she cannot hide her anger anymore.

“I said I will be fine! Just go, and leave me alone as you always do!” She yells, standing and walking away from their seats at the fire place.

“Have I offended?” He asks, following behind her. He rests a hand on her shoulder, but she turns to face him and pushes it away.

“No. You’ve made your point to not offend at all, in fact. We’ve been wed for three moons, you’ve only taken me to your bed once, and you refuse to even acknowledge that I’m here. You avoid me like the plague, Cregan. Have I been the one that has done something to offend?” She asks, her voice thick with anger.

He can’t help but let out a dry laugh, “Apologies, my wife,” He takes her hands in his, and she nearly gasps in shock at his touch. “You must forgive my northern attitude, I was raised on little light.”

“You seem to forget I’m Northern as well, husband.” She says, finally catching his eyes for the first time in their marriage. A small smirk plays on his lips.

“My wife, you are such a beauty, and if I am a distant husband then I apologize for that. It is no fault of your own. I simply do not wish to… treat you any less than a lady deserves, but it seems I have gotten too lost on the way. I apologize for my errors, Lady Stark.” He rubs his fingers gently over her hands. She doesn’t know how to respond, a dry chuckle escaping her lips. All this time, all she wanted was some hint that Cregan Stark had any sort of emotions or feelings, and here was her confirmation. He did, and by the old gods and the new did he have many for her.

“When I return, my dear wife,” His finger traces her jawline. “I promise you that I will treat you with the respect you want and deserve. In the meantime, I do beg for your forgiveness. This is my first union.”

She lets out another dry chuckle. “It’s mine as well.”

He presses a gentle kiss to her cheek. “I will send a raven the moment I reach Castle Black.”

With that he turns to leave…

But she isn’t done with him.

Cregan is almost sure it didn’t happen, he hardly even felt a breeze through his furs, but when he hears the sound of metal on the floor he knows she threw something at him.

He turns to look at the mug on the floor, then to his wife, bewildered. “Did you just throw a chalice at me?”

“Your lady has not given you permission to leave.” She says, “I want the wolf I was promised.” She continues, standing across the room.

“What?” He asks, confused. She throws another mug at him, but he deflects it this time. “Stop, what- What are you doing?!”

He holds his arms up to shield himself as his wife throws more and more objects from him, including her boots, candelabras, books, nearly anything she can get her hands on.

He walks towards her, angry, ready to… he doesn’t even know, perhaps frighten her into stopping.

She places his hand on his chest when he’s finally in her reach. She takes his hand, pressing it to her chest to tear off her gown. He lets his hand go limp, but she makes him do the work anyway. He’s too confused to understand because she was just so angry with him. She lets his hand fall and begins to take off the dress herself. It falls to the floor off her body, and then she is standing naked before him.

“My lady-“ She cuts him off with a harsh slap across his face. He stares back at her, his jaw slack.

She does it again, his head barely even moving at her hand. It wasn’t the pain (there was none), but the act that was pissing him off.

She goes for a third, but he grabs her by the wrist before she can reach him.

“This is your only warning, my dear wife.” He says, holding her small wrist in his hand.

“Or what?” She teases. It was that response; that sultry, lustful, desperate response that makes him realize she was teasing him. She was aching for him, eager for her husband before he left her.

He doesn’t move, staring her down with a fire burning in his gray eyes. Her other hand finds his other cheek again, and his length grows stiff in his leathers.

He lets go of her wrist, only to grab her by the waist and toss her on her bed. She gasps as she lands, giggling shortly after.

He climbs over her, resting his weight on his hands and leaning in to give her a deep and tender kiss. She moans, immediately pulling his head closer and weaving her fingers in his curls. He moans in response, his hand finding its way to her breast.

“I’ll make it up to you, wife.” Cregan says, pressing kisses on her cheek before moving down her body. He kisses every part, before resting between her legs. His hands wrap around her thighs, kissing and licking softly just outside her wetness.

She whines, wiggling around only for him to press a hand on her stomach to keep her still. He pulls her onto his lips, and she lets out a sigh of ecstasy. He’s harsh and unrelenting on her cunt, unlike how she’s ever felt before. Her pleads for him fall upon death ears as Cregan realizes just how hungry he was for her.

He wanted to say fuck the journey, fuck the Wall, fuck the North, fuck everything. He wanted to die here, in this sweet and delightful cunt of his wife’s. Her fingers lace into his brown curls, pulling on them tightly, and he whimpers at the sweet pain.

Her eyes water as she draws closer to her climax, the feeling so foreign and unique that she doesn’t know how to react.

“Husband, oh gods.” She cries. She grinds her hips onto his face, and he lets her lead. He locks his eyes onto hers, but that fiery look in his eyes makes her break first, and she throws her head back as she releases onto his lips.

He kisses her thighs as she comes down, a trembling mess in his strong arms. He kisses his way up her bare body, until he’s face to face with her. Her eyes are closed tight as she attempts to catch her breath.

“Will you stop throwing things at me now until I return, my dear?” He asks, gently.

She opens her eyes to look at him, “Where has my wolf been hiding this whole time?”

“In his den.” He gets off the bed and stands, prepared to take his leave when she grabs his wrist.

“You wish to go before I can return the favor?” She asks.

“You needn’t do such thing.” He says, not wanting to cross too many boundaries.

“You’re too modest.” She says, pulling him back towards her by the band of his leathers. He wants to push her off, but can’t. She unlaces his breeches, then stands from the bed to remove his cloak and furs.

“My men are waiting for me, wife.”

“What’s a few more minutes to the Warden of the North?” She says, lowly. She undresses him, from his armor down to his small clothes.

She kisses down his chest, as he just did to her moments prior. She slowly takes him into her mouth, licking and sucking on his length.

Cregan groans, his hand instinctively finding its grip in her hair. She whimpers at the sudden pull, and he immediately loosens it.

“Don’t stop. I like it.” She whispers against him. He obliges, pushing her head deeper onto him.

“Fuck.” Cregan moans in the air, his voice rising an octave. He’s almost embarrassed at how desperate he sounds. “Please, wife, just like that.”

His hands gently rest on the sides of her head, his fingers woven into her hair as she slobbers onto him.

“My husband is more needy than me.” She whispered, and gods was she right. Cregan had grown to regret being so coy with his wife the past few months.

“The gods have blessed me with you, my wife.” He moans, and she smirks onto him. She finally had him right where she wanted him.

“Then bless me in return.” She says, pulling away and leaning back on the bed, spreading her legs to bare her sweet cunt to him. He moans at the sight alone. He crawls over her, positioning his length along her entrance. She eagerly wiggles her hips, only for him to push her hips down.

“Patience, little wife.” He says.

“I’ve been patient for three months. I fucking want you, Cregan.” She pushes him onto his back beside her. She mounts him, sliding herself down onto him. Cregan moans loudly, and she smirks.

She ignores the aching stretch, immediately grinding her hips against him. His hands grasp her waist, holding them so tightly they’ll bruise by the time he leaves.

She throws her head back in ecstasy as Cregan keeps his attention on her face. She is beautiful, even when she is a whining and sweaty mess. One of his hands cup her cheek, weaving his fingers into her locks. She stares down at him, her mouth agape as she moans.

“You are so beautiful, wife.” He says, rocking his hips below her to meet her thrusts. “But your little tantrum isn’t going to go unpunished.”

He locks her in place with his hands, refusing to let her grind against him any longer.

“Wait, Cre-“

He pushes her off, rising from the bed so that he can push her onto her stomach. He pins her wrist behind her back, her fingers twirling to try to find any support to hold onto.

“Now how many items did you throw at me, lovely wife?” Cregan asks, lost in the lust that he had tried to bury when he married his wife. Now, he had no shame to degrade her.

“I… I can’t remember.” She says, muffled into the furs of the sheets.

“I believe it was 6. Let’s make it fair.” He says, landing a harsh smack to her bottom. She lets out a whine, and he pushes himself back inside her, not giving her a moment to catch her breath. Her breath hitches in her throat, and he lands another smack, intending to leave marks.

“Good luck sitting on that throne while I’m gone, wife.” He says, landing way more than 6 smacks to her red bottom. She moans at the pain and pleasure of the smacks and Cregan’s thrusts. The feelings were overwhelming, yet pure ecstasy. Tears brim her eyes as she screams in pleasure, sure enough so loud that all of Winterfell will hear.

“I hate you.” She moans.

“On the contrary. I think you love me.” He says, pressing his chest to her back and wrapping his hand around her throat, continuing to be in relentless with his thrusts. He drowns in her lascivious moans, feeling her cunt leak all over him and her bed. He reaches his other down to her cunt, gasping at all of the wetness that pools in his hand.

“Gods, wife, I didn’t realize how bad we needed each other. You should have told me sooner. I would have defiled you a long time ago.” He groans into her hair. She whimpers pleads of her need for release, and he grants it to her.

She cries in such pleasure, her hands finally finding a comforting grip against Cregan’s hand around her throat.

She rakes her nails into his hand, and he moans, finally spilling himself into her after three long, aching moons.

He presses a gentle kiss to her temple, then pulls out to lay beside her.

“Are you alright, my wife? Did I hurt you?” He asks, caressing her red bottom and her waist, tinted red from his harsh grasp.

“No, not at all.” She breathes.

“No, I didn’t hurt you or no, you’re not alright?”

She laughs, turning to face him to hold his cheek. “Husband, I am better than ever.”

He kisses the tip of her nose, gently caressing her cheek, not wanting to leave her.

“Must you still go, husband?” She asks, sadness in her voice, “Just when I’ve finally got you?”

“Unfortunately I must go… But, tis’ like you said; They can wait another day for the Warden of the North. I want to be with my wife.”

She smirks, propping herself up to look over him. “Northern attitude indeed, my lord husband.”