please note. this isn’t detrimental at all to matt & storm’s current timeline / storyline and takes place in the past. this is just to give an insight into the smut that’s about to come (& cos i know a lot of people are dying to know more about their sex life lmao)

you bite down gently on the corner of your pillow when the sound threatening to leave your mouth gets a little too close to actually leaving it, suddenly very, very aware that your entire family are downstairs and matt really, really shouldn’t be in your bedroom right now.

looking down at him makes you immediately wish you hadn’t, because somehow that only makes everything worse. his silver chain hanging loosely around his neck, the tattoos scattered across his arm on display like this for your eyes only, so so so stupidly in love with him that at times like this, it almost feels too much.

one of your hands is tangled lightly in matt’s hair while the other grips the pillow beside your face, giving you something else to grip onto for when you need it, your legs already locked around his head.

you bite down harder when his tongue drags flat and slow over your clit, hips instantly twitching at his touch. his fingers are already two deep inside of you, curling just right, and it feels so good you almost forget you’re supposed to be keeping quiet, another sound already nearly escaping from you before you manage to catch it. matt’s free hand pressing firmly over your belly, holding you still like he knows you’re about to lose it already.

“shh, baby.” he whispers against you, voice low and breath warm against your folds. “missed you. let me keep makin’ y’feel good, yeah?”

matt doesn’t stop. he just lets out another barely audible groan as he keeps working his fingers into you, slow and deep, pressing soft, gentle kisses to your clit between every stroke like he’s got all the time in the world. though, you both know very well that he absolutely does not.

you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, dripping down his fingers while he continues to fuck them into you, curling them just right with every pump as his tongue slides back between your puffy folds, slurping you up like he just can’t quite get enough of your taste. your thighs shake around his head as you tug harder at his hair without meaning to, trying so hard to stay quiet but it’s becoming almost near impossible.

“fuck, matt, g-gonna cum,” your voice breathless as you grab the pillow, biting down on it again to completely muffle yourself. “fuuuuck.”

“love seein’ you like this,” he murmurs, fastening the pace of his fingers, sucking down on your overly sensitive bud. “y’can cum f’me soon, pretty girl, but keep the noise down.”

the door to your quarters lightly opened as your dear husband enters ‘ my sweet angel ’ he walks over to you and places his hand on your shoulder , rubbing them in a rhythmic motion while you brushed your hair . ‘ hm? ’

he started to place kisses on your shoulder , then your neck and your jawline , ‘ i love you . . . but you have to stop with this attitude of yours . people talk ’ you put down the brush and turned to face him , ‘ people already talk . they say that i am only hear for your money , for the silk and the silver . we can’t stop them can we ? ’

‘ i assumed you liked all the stuff i give you ’

‘ yes , of course i do . but am i not here for you too ? ’ you leaned in for a kiss but robb pulled away ‘ a wife doesn’t give her husband attitude ’

you scoffed , ‘ a true wife does . and don’t forget lord stark , you have the worst attitude of all ’ his eyebrows shot up and he pointed at you ‘ ah there it is ’ you rolled your eyes and got up moving towards the bed . per usual he follows you , likes a dire wolf pup following it’s owner , ‘ my sweet , sweet angel , i think we need to do something about this ’

‘ there’s nothing that needs to be - ’ his lips connect with yours , bringing you into his embrace , making you slowly forget about everything . ‘ these silvers ’ he tugs at the necklace you’re wearing ,‘ these silks ’ his large hands grip your thighs and move up slowly ‘ i can give you more , all of them . you know i can but you need to be kind , respectful . can you do that for me ? ’ you know exactly what he’s doing , he doesn’t want to put you in your place , he doesn’t want you to stop being rude to him . if anything he wants you to continue so he can go through with his ‘ plan ’

‘ i don’t think so ’ well , it didn’t take long for the festivities to begin . robb was quick to maneuver you on his lap , quick to take off his clothes and rip yours off . quick to have you body and soul . he’s rocking you back and forth on dick , your hand on the bed frame and the other on his chest . he’s kneading your breasts , leaving kisses on your flesh while looking up at you with those pretty , glossy eyes of his . he’s trying to suppress his groans , trying to keep it all in as he’s supposed to be the one in control , but the faster he’s guiding you the worse it’s getting for him

you can feel him crumbling apart and naturally you’re going to make him suffer . when he leans in for a kiss , his hands holding your face you take that moment to shift , to move uppp and downn on his dick . robb goes stiff , his hands no longer knowing where to go as you continue to bounce on his cock . his mouth is agape , moans slipping out with every plap plap plap sound your skin makes with his . he slightly leans back and rests his shaky hand on your waist , you look down and see robb trying to stay composed

you smile and grab ahold of his jaw , forcing him to look at you . his eyes are glossier than ever , his iris’ blown , full of pure love ; ‘ my love , my lord ’ you stop moving and lean in , he groans ( well whines basically ) and you can feel him throbbing inside of you . ‘ you can’t contain me , you know it and frankly i believe you don’t really want to . you love it , you always have to leave the room so no one sees the pretty lord of winterfell fuck his wife dirty right ? ’

he nods vigorously ‘ fuck - yes . yes i do ’

‘ so then show me . show me how much you love this attitude ’ robb didn’t need to do much to show you , all he needed to do was finish and when you continued, faster now , moans slipping from mouth and the way he watched his large cock disappear in your cunt ; well he was already close up satisfying you . his hands tighten their grip on your waist and he matches your speed with every thrust he makes , making the arousal so much more unbearable for the two of you

the room is filled with robb’s moans and your screams , the rest of the castle probably can hear it too but right now it’s just you two in the moment . robb let’s one more groan out , something carnal that came from deep down , and finishes inside of you . he sighs in pleasure and leans back once more meeting you take your time to finish . he’s catching breath , his eyes are closed and he’s listening to the wet sound of your bodies , the wetness of his dick inside of your pussy while his hands roam free . feeling the curves of your body and squishing your flesh in all the right places , the places he knows where you’ll go soft

and then we you finally finished you slumped forward , he took you in his embrace and brushed his fingers through your hair . ‘ robb ? ’

‘ yes , my angel ? ’

‘ i want a new nightgown ’ he smiled into your hair and lightly laughed ‘ as many you want my love ’ he pulled the fur blanket over the two of you and held you ‘til you both fell asleep

before you go ! ﹕ this one’s for @twlightzne specifically !! don’t forget to like and reblog to support writers <3

it was hard to remember how you and matt had ended up in this situation. one second you were desperately seeking shelter before the terrible approaching storm caught up to you, and the next matt was listing all the reasons why you couldn’t take a kitty with you.

the underground parking lot you were lucky enough to find was quite big, and almost completely dark. fortunately enough, matt had found two flashlights a few days earlier and had insisted on keeping them “just in case”, which meant you didn’t have to stay glued to his side, scared that something would jump out of the shadows.

“don’t go too far.” matt warns you, handing you one of the flashlights. “i’ll just be over there.” he points to the group of cars parked to one side, probably to see if there's anything salvageable inside.

you jump and turn around, fiddling with the flashlight until you manage to turn it on. you can hear the rain starting to hit the roof and seep through a few leaks inside, and you hug yourself as a shiver runs down your spine when you think about having to pass the night here.

to say the space is useless is an understatement and nothing unexpected. you hope matt is having better luck, because so far all you’ve found in the past few minutes are torn clothes, expired food, and empty gas canisters.

you get excited when you find a wrapped little box, until your face falls when you pick it up and discover it's just a pack of condoms. “is this what people were thinking about?” you whisper to yourself, examining the object.

but you soon get distracted again, now being a sound which catches your attention, a loud meow that makes you doubt your sanity because it has been too long since you saw any kind of domestic animal.

you almost take off running as you follow the constant sound, tucking your hair behind your ears as you nearly trip over a cardboard box. but when you peek inside, the sight takes your breath away.

“oh my god.” you exclaim, startled when you realize that the most beautiful black cat is giving birth to several baby kittens. “oh my god. matt! come here!” your voice echoes off the walls, and you cover your mouth with your hands when you realize the cat probably doesn’t appreciate the yelling.

matt, as always, is right there beside you just seconds after your call, his hands covered in oil and his breathing ragged, looking around intently. “what, dimples? what’s wrong?”

“shh. speak softly,” you say, bringing your index finger to your lips, pointing inside the box without taking your eyes off it. “look.”

matt’s face doesn’t change after looking at the same spot as you, the only sound surrounding you two for a few seconds is the loud purring due to the effort. “uh… nice.” he pushes his hair back. “but i wanted to know why you yelled.”

“matt!” you turn to look at him like he’s crazy for not understanding, so you explain as if he hasn’t already seen the situation. “she’s giving birth. we need to help her.”

he glances back and forth between the box and you, probably wondering if you’re messing with him. “okay, dimples, we really need to establish when you should call for help because you can’t keep…”

you interrupt him. “please? there has to be something we can do.” you try your best to pout, flashing the light directly into his face.

he shakes his head, moving your hand so you're aiming for the floor instead as he sighs. “i don’t think we should do anything, dimples. she knows best.”

you know he’s probably right. when you lived on the farm with your parents before you moved, there were always cats giving birth all around, and your mum and dad never had to intervene. but still, seeing the mother in such clear discomfort and all alone didn't make you feel right about not doing anything about it.

“well… then i’m staying here.” you whisper, sitting down on the dusty floor as the first newborn’s head emerges. “just in case.”

you assume matt is about to go back to what he was doing earlier, but instead he surprises you by sitting right next to you, staring at the box with his hands on his knees. “we could give them some of our water.”

“yes! good idea.” you’re already reaching for your bag, but matt stops you, giving you a soft look.

“i’ve got it. don’t waste yours.” he pulls his half-full water bottle out and turns the cap over so he can fill it. then, he shifts and kneels down to carefully place it inside the box.

“shh. it’s okay, strong girl.” he whispers, still kneeling there, in a soothing voice that gives butterflies to your stomach without your consent, giving her the gentlest caress on the back while she licks clean her first baby.

you try to act normal once he comes back to your side, but you fail miserably, suddenly unable to focus on the cat, so you do what you do best. “we could keep one.” you blurt out.

“dimples.” matt lectures you as you could’ve guessed.

“what?” you hug your legs innocently. “we’re alone all the time. and they’re so cute…”

matt raises an eyebrow. “is my company not enough for you?” he teases, his tone mockingly offended. “besides, aren’t black cats supposed to give bad luck?”

“that’s not what i meant.” you let his teasing get to you because you’d never want him to actually think that way, even though you think that the other way around more often than you’d like to admit. “i enjoy your company. and black cats do not give bad luck. that’s mean to say.”

he seems slightly surprised by your words before he smirks, nodding. “good to know.”

you don’t know which of the two facts he’s referring to, but you still nod back, turning your gaze back to the three kittens now lying inside and also looking like she’s not done yet. “… can we?”

he sighs, showing how, deep down, it pains him having to say no to you. “we can’t make a cat follow us, dimples. it’s physically impossible until we kidnap it or something.”

“maybe one of them will like us.”

“i’m sure they’d love you, but still.”

you know you’re being irrational, but you would really appreciate the comfort of something as ordinary as a pet on the hardest days. you’ll have to settle for witnessing this, though.

“have you ever wanted to have a family? one of your own, i mean.” you ask matt, the question randomly popping into your mind after feeling so at peace for a change here with matt.

but he almost chokes on his own saliva, not glancing at you as he stares at some point on the dark wall in front of you. his answer takes a couple seconds to arrive, and you don’t understand what you said to change his relaxed exterior. “i… i’ve never really thought about it.”

“oh. okay.” you've never been too good at hiding when things disappoint you, even if it’s just a little. you’re aware matt used to date girls, but apparently he wasn't that fond of them.

“i think you’d be good with kids.” you mentally kick yourself the moment that leaves your mouth.

“really? i don’t think so.” he sounds like a mix of annoyance and genuine surprise. “you’ve thought about having one, haven’t you?”

you nod, your cheeks now redder. “i like to think about it.”

“of course.”

you don’t know what he means by that, but you don’t ask. instead, he continues, already standing up. “difficult now, isn’t it? it isn’t a world for that kind of stuff anymore.”

“it could be.” you don’t mean to say it out loud, but you can’t help it — the conversation suddenly seeming to revolve around something different. about something deeper between the two of you because you refuse to think that survival is the only thing left for you to experience.

he doesn’t answer again, but his silence speaks volumes. you can feel his eyes on you from up there, and you find yourself wishing he would open up to you just a little more.

“i’ll go back over there. call me if… well, if you or her need any help.”

you nod, looking back to the box where now five kittens are being licked by their mother, no longer sure of what you’re even feeling.