I guess we'll make love under the cherry moon

It didn’t change much when you grew up. You and Collie remained close, even if your friend groups changed during high school. You still spent lots of time together, studying or doing homework. And now, you were both about to leave for college. It was a scary aspect for the two of you, and the feelings you had about leaving your hometown was something you decided to deal with during the summer.

It was a hot summer, not much rain. You spent a lot of time at the community pool, or in the forest. If you weren’t there, you could be found at the mall or the movie theatre. Oftentimes, you and Collie would see each other. You wondered if maybe he would be meeting friends…and your stomach would twist in jealousy if you wondered if he would be meeting a girl for a date.

One night, you’re up on the roof, listening to music and just relaxing. Your mind was frazzled today and you weren’t sure if it was because of the heat, you going off to college in a few months, or the fact that someone told you a rumor that Collie was dating someone.

You figured it would only be a hookup or a summer fling. He was heading off to the same college as you, and if the girl wasn’t going the same way, he’d probably break it off right? You didn’t know what to think. Why were you even thinking about Collie this way?

With an annoyed groan, you rub your face with your hands and then lean back. You don’t even really notice the sound of someone climbing up on the trellis until you see Collie sitting next to you.

“Something on your mind?” His voice is clear, even if you’re not perfectly present for this.

You sit up and sigh. “You could say that.”

He looks at you, really looks at you, then gives a bit of a shrug. You wonder if you should ask him about the rumor you heard earlier, and then you wonder if maybe he’d get mad that you’re prodding something out of him.

“Want to talk about it?” He asks, leaning a bit closer.

Fuck, how would you even begin this conversation? It doesn’t help that he has his hair down and it’s cascading down his shoulders. His eyes are friendly with a touch of concern. And he has this grin on his face, suggesting he’s ready to make jokes with you if you need a laugh.

“I don’t even know where to start,” you run your fingers through your hair nervously.

“Just say anything, I won’t judge you.”

He gives you a gentle nudge, and that’s what breaks down your already crumbly wall. You begin to tell him about your worries about leaving town, how you’re scared to fuck up big time in college, your worries about your family not having enough money, and then you begin to trail off just a little when you mention not knowing what your love life might be like.

“Yeah, I think we’ve got the same concerns.” He finally says. “These are all fairly normal for us to have, you know?”

You shrug. “I know that, but it doesn’t fix it.”

He wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close. “I know it doesn’t fix things, but surely there’s something I can do to take care of you.”

This has your heart skipping a beat and just pounding in your chest. He looks down at you, smiling a smile that makes you feel comforted. Maybe those rumors were all lies. You want to believe that they were with the way he keeps leaning in closer.

The minute your lips touch, it feels like everything in this world seems to make even more sense. You shiver with the rush of endorphins running through your system, and you push yourself even closer. Collie groans softly, his hands coming up to cup your face. 

When you both pull away, you want to try and hide but he won’t let you. Instead he looks at you so tenderly, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. You’ve never really had anyone be this way with you before, and you don’t know if anyone could ever be as sweet with you as the person you grew up with.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since eighth grade…” he laughs nervously and looks away. “I sure took my time, didn’t I?”

You giggle and lean closer. “You did, but I’m not mad.”

The two of you share another kiss, this one a little deeper than the last one. His tongue soothes against your bottom lip, and you eagerly part your lips. As your tongues slowly rub and roll together, you naturally get closer to Collie. He pulls you onto his lap, and you begin to make out a little sloppily.

“W-wait…what about that girl?” you ask, cursing yourself for ending the kiss so soon.

Collie barks out a laugh. “What girl? Didn’t I tell you not to listen to the dumb rumors people spread?”

This causes you to look away, ashamed that you would fall so easily for something like that. Leave it to the people in your group of friends to make you think Collie had some sort of summer fling. Now that you think about it, you wonder if maybe they had done this to get you to make a move.

“I’m sorry, Collie. It was pretty dumb of me to just believe those rumors.”

He kisses you again, “I would tell you if I was dating someone.”

He helps you to lie down on the blanket you have spread out on the roof. He looks around and notices that nobody is out right now. Then he positions himself on top of you, kissing you hungrily and wantonly. It’s different this time, it’s like a confession coming from the heart. His hands feel good on you as he begins to pull off your clothing, or what little you were wearing considering how hot it was.

He pulls back to look at you, his cock throbbing in his jeans. You were so fucking beautiful. He had been waiting patiently for this moment, and it was certainly something to wait for. The way you look under the twinkling starlight was such a sight to behold.

He spreads your thighs, and then begins to kiss a trail down your body. You’re shaking a little, mostly from the excitement. Something about this makes you a little nervous, but you’re happy to receive anything from Collie. It’s just…

“You sure you wanna go down on me?” You question, biting your lip nervously. You had bad experiences before.

He smirks as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. “I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

You shiver when his lips trail upward and he kisses your mound. “No…I know you’ll take care of me.”

He doesn’t need any other encouragement. He licks a stripe up your folds, swirling his tongue around your swollen nub. You whine softly, knowing you need to keep things quiet. He looks up at you with those beautiful eyes. And then you lose yourself to the pleasure of your best friend eating you out. His tongue does things that make you want to cry out, but you manage to keep quiet…even when you begin to come so hard on his tongue. Your fingers are tangled in his long tresses, tugging gently.

When he pulls away, you can see the outline of his erection straining in his pants. With shaky hands, you reach to undo his belt. Collie laughs softly, pushing your hands down.

“I’ve got it, beautiful. It’s okay.” He kisses you softly as he kicks off his pants. Then he pulls down his underwear and you get to see his cock for the first time.

Your eyes go wide. It’s a lot bigger than you were anticipating. He gently brings your hand to him, and you begin to stroke him. Collie moans and you know you want to hear that noise forever. He begins to rut against your fist, wanting to feel even more pleasure.

“I want you, Collie.”

The way you say that tugs on his heartstrings. He pushes himself against you, and slips into you with ease. The two of you begin to rock your hips, kissing each other to quiet yourselves.

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunts as he picks up speed.

“You do too,” you whimper as you wrap your legs around him.

He fucks you slowly but deeply. Each stroke, you can feel every inch of him. The blunt head of his cock keeps pressing against your sweet spot and you can’t help but dig your nails into his back as you feel your orgasm building much too fast. Too fast to properly warn you. The pulsing of your walls and the sweet little moans you let out prove to be too much, and Collie has to pull out with a sloppy finesse. He spills all over your mound and lower abdomen, grunting your name as his orgasm hits him so hard. Then you’re both there, panting and laughing softly. He kisses you once more.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“I love you too, so much.”

The abandoned house came into view and you suddenly felt this intense pull towards it, though you knew it wasn’t your destination either. This was something completely different. This was a magnetism that would be fleeting, and when he stepped out onto the barely hanging on porch, that’s when you knew what you had been looking for.

“Well,” he leans against the railing. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Your mind is suddenly flooded with memories of a walk that you took years ago. It was exactly like tonight, the same buzzing in the air, the same magnetism. The same man with that same easy smile. He didn’t scare you; he was someone you felt you could trust.

“Yes, it has been a while.”

He walks down the steps with ease. He takes your hand and the two of you continue down the dusty trail. Then he helps you climb up on an embankment towards a road that leads to the next community. It seems like that road stretches on and on, and you’re happy. You don’t want this encounter to end just yet.

“You’re…” you think about it for a second. “Ran—”

“Richard Fray, remember?”

You nod, “oh yes…I remember now.”

There’s something just a bit uneasy in his eyes now, but you dismiss it. He brings you closer, wrapping his arm around you. The two of you walk and walk and walk, until he brings you to the shoulder of the road. Then down another little path to a clearing. 

The minute his lips are on yours, you realize something is off. But your brain is screaming for you to kiss him back, so you do. You wrap your arms around him, smelling this deep masculine scent that emanates from him. It has your mind whirling, and then you’re weak in the knees when his tongue slides into your mouth.

“Precious little thing,” he whispers. “I’ll have to make sure you never lose my fire.”

With that, he presses you down onto the ground. Somehow, it’s like you’re no longer in control of your actions. Your clothing comes off easily, and you eagerly lean into every touch he gives to you. You don’t know if his name truly is what he says it is, but when you moan it, he’s very aroused to hear it.

So you continue to allow him, this stranger that you feel like you’ve known your whole life, to undress you and to touch you. His hands are rough on your soft skin, but it’s delicious. Then he parts your thighs, his fingers finding your warm center with ease. He touches you like he knows your body better than anyone else, even your own self.

“That’s it, give it to me. Give me what’s mine.” He coaxes as he fingers you to an explosive orgasm.

Before you can even make sense of what’s just happened, he’s got his pants slipped down his ass and his cock sits heavily on your mound. You whine his name, and he quiets you with a sweet little kiss. It’s a soft thing, something to make your heart race and feel even more attraction towards him.

When he finally slips inside of you, you feel this intense stretching. Suddenly, it’s like everything is too much. You mewl out a little protest and try to push him off, but he just holds you close and bottoms out.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before.” He says with another kiss. “Remember?”

Memories flash in your mind once more. A hot summer night, the kind that has your skin so sticky and you just cannot seem to cool off. You had walked down that very path, come down this very road, with the man who was now balls deep inside of you. As the recognition begins to show on your face, you begin to relax and he drives himself even deeper into you.

“There you go, precious one. There you go.” He kisses you as he begins to rock his hips.

His hands find yours and he intertwines his fingers with yours. Every little movement feels like pure heaven. Continuous bliss courses through the two of you as you move in tandem. Each thrust has his cock pressing against that sweet spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.

His lips move from your lips down to your neck, then to your collarbone. Soon he’s got one of your nipples in his mouth, and he’s licking at the tender little bud. You look like a vision of pure euphoric, unabashed sex. The way your cheeks are flushed and your lips are parted to keep moaning his name has Randall completely invested in making you come undone for him.

He murmurs sweet nothings against your sweat slicked skin as he picks up the pace. The last time he had you like this, he found himself addicted to being so close to you. It doesn’t happen often to someone like him, but sometimes it gets to him and it crawls under his skin.

“Cum for me, precious one. Come on…”

His voice sounds like an angelic prayer with a dangerous hex mixed in. It’s much too dangerous to continue listening to him, but there’s no way you can even pull away now. His hips keep smacking against you, pushing him deeper and deeper into you. You gasp and squeeze his hands that are still holding yours as you feel the coil in your stomach snapping.

Your eyes roll back and you finally moan out his true name. The one he never tells anyone. This is how he knows he’s completely put that spell on you again. Maybe this time, you won’t be so quick to forget this encounter. A few more thrusts has him spilling so deep inside of you, and all you can do is moan and whimper as his seed fills you up.

Before pulling away, Randall kisses you deeply. His tongue tangles with yours as he pumps his hips a few more times, ensuring he’s given you all of his seed. Maybe it’ll take this time, and if it doesn’t, he’ll just keep trying again. He slips out of you within moments, and when you finally seem to come to, he’s gone. Your clothes are back on, and you have the faintest memory of what happened, but you chalk it up to a dream.

 But when your belly begins to grow, you realise it was not a dream at all.

Life moves a bit slower with just a fraction of the people who are left on the planet. And the man you adore is important to this community and to Mother Abagail, but Nick always makes time for you. You are the most important thing to him, and he will never make you want for anything. 

The house you two live in is small, quaint but very cozy and full of love. You decided to pick one that was close to Mother Abagail just in case anything should happen or if she should need anything. Everyone in Boulder is almost smitten by the way you and Nick are so closely connected. And Nick himself is head over heels, knowing you are the one for him forever. He will never find another like you.

One night, he comes home to find you in bed. Your sleepy form causes something to stir inside of him. He gets aroused, but he would never push anything on you. When he sits next to you, you shift to turn towards him. The beautiful look of half-wakefulness makes you look even more like an angel.

“Did I wake you?” Nick signs.

You shake your head. “No, I was just dozing.”

He leans in to kiss you; it’s a chaste kiss and it’s slow and sweet. Something that reminds you of a gentle breeze in the springtime. You reach over to pull him closer to you, and you can feel his arousal pressing against you. You’ve been wanting to take the relationship even further since you got to Boulder, but Nick has been busy with everything.

“Woah there, big boy. Are you excited to see me?”

Nick’s cheeks turn pink as you ask this, and he tries to sign an apology, but you just cut him off with a kiss. Slowly, he begins to kiss back. It’s longing and loving, with his tongue sliding into your mouth and tangling messily with yours. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been wanting this at all.

Your hands slide under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his body there. Touching him like this, neither one of you needs to speak any words. You don’t need that when each little touch can tell the other how badly you need one another. Nick nips at your bottom lip before pulling away to begin pulling off his shirt. You watch him through hooded eyes.

And without warning, he tugs you closer to him by your ankles. You gasp softly, lightly swatting him with your toes. He smirks at you, knowing you enjoyed the little trick he played on you. Then he spreads your thighs, enjoying the way the baggy t-shirt you wore to bed rides up and exposes that perfect little pussy.

By all rights, you technically were still a virgin. He promised you to give you a sweet first time, but with everything that happened, that kept getting pushed back. So between the heated kisses and teasing touches, Nick and you have been going crazy. His fingers are calloused from the manual labor he’s done his whole life, and it elicits goosebumps all over your body.

“You look like a goddess like this,” he signs before his hands part your thighs even more.

“Fuck Nick, please…”

He doesn’t need any translation for what you need. The look in your eyes says it all, and the way your chest heaves as you pant with need, it’s enough to truly tell him that you are ready for your first time. His fingers part your folds, and he groans at the way your slick coats his fingertips immediately.

Nick rests on his stomach and gets a heady whiff of your scent. It’s doing things to him that he can’t even properly describe. He leans in, licking a stripe from your hole to your clit and he can feel you shuddering in his hold. He does it again, and again, and again until you’re just a shaking mess. Then he wraps his lips around your swollen nub, sucking mercilessly at it. The way your fingers tangle in his hair and pull him closer lets him know this is driving you towards your orgasm.

His eyes are on you, and he watches as you fall off the edge. Your lips are formed in the way you say his name, but he knows you’re moaning it. You look so beautiful like this, and Nick knows he wants to do this to you as much as possible. But now it was time to get to the main event, and he slips one finger into you.

He’s had sex before. But never has Nick Andros had meaningful sex with someone. This was going to mean so much to both of you, and he knows he has to get you prepared. He pumps his finger in and out of your tight little cunt, loving the way your walls seem to almost try and swallow the digit. He smirks as he continues to pump it into you, watching you dribble so much arousal on him.

His eyes lock with yours, and you don’t even need to say anything. His gaze is intense as he opens you up. When he pulls his fingers from you, you let out a whine and he soothes you with a kiss. You watch as he pulls off his clothes and gets on top of you. Your hands soothe over his skin, making him shudder. 

The kisses he leaves on your neck are wet and messy, almost a bit rough as he begins to mark you up with love bites. He lets out soft little grunts, letting you know that all of this is riling him up like crazy. You feel his cock sliding between your folds a few times as he begins to line himself up for you. When he looks at you once more, you know he’s looking for some sort of affirmation that you’re ready.

“Take me, Nick. I’m ready.”

Those words come from your lips, and your lips alone. Those are the words he wished he could hear, but reading them was going to be enough. He pushes into you slowly, his eyes rolling back at the warmth and wetness of you. You feel like heaven, and he wonders if he’ll ever want to go back to doing anything but this for the rest of his life.

Once he’s fully seated inside of you, you let out such a beautiful whine. While he cannot hear it, he knows that you’re feeling the same intense connection as he is. He kisses you all over your face; kisses on your cheeks, on your nose, then on your lips. He doesn’t move, he just lets you adjust to his size. Then, he begins to pump into you. It’s slow at first, but soon he picks up his pace.

You wrap your arms and legs around him, wanting to hold Nick against your body as much as you can. It almost felt like you were trying to fuse him and yourself together to become one. Nick’s eyes flutter shut when you begin to kiss him sloppily. His pace is a deep one, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you’re so close to your orgasm. He can sense it with the way your walls pulse around him.

As you come undone under him, Nick feels his own balls beginning to tighten. He looks at you with an urgent look, and you know what he’s asking for. You nod your head frantically as you begin to come down from that intense high.

“Inside…inside of me.”

He doesn’t need to know more. Nick thrusts into you once more, pushing himself as deep inside of you as possible and he begins to cum. Streams of hot semen fill you up, making him shudder with each shot. A soft noise seems to come from his chest, alerting you that he’s feeling so good. You reach for his face and pull him into a deep kiss.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips, and you know he can feel it. He kisses you once more, his own lips moving to make those words real as well.

And of course, him being the Alpha, you understood that he had to be with an Omega or another Alpha to marry. He was going to probably be matched with a sweet noble woman to further the Stark line. It wasn’t that Lady Catelyn didn’t love you, as she was very fond of you, it’s just that you weren’t exactly noble either.

You lived in Winter town your entire life. You were the daughter of a seamstress and a brewer. Not a terrible life to lead at all, but you were far from being noble. Yet, Robb adored you and he would rather marry you, if he could be honest. His heart always sang a song and the lyrics of that song were your name.

So when he doesn’t see you for a while, he wonders if maybe you’re too heartbroken to come visit him. His lady mother hadn’t even picked anyone yet, so he wondered if maybe you had heard a nasty rumor. Still, he could smell that smell and it made him go insane.

One night, he’s awoken by the sensations of deep arousal and ferality that courses through his veins. In a half-awake and partially sleeping state, he pulls on his clothing. The scent is so strong tonight, and his cock throbs with each moment he has to smell it. It’s the sweetest wine he’s tasted, the most delicious cake he’s had the pleasure of eating, it’s the smell of winter roses.

He’s practically snarling as he stalks outside. The scent seems to be drawing him towards the godswood. If he were in a better state of mind, he might question why someone is in amongst the weir trees at this time of night, but he cannot even begin to question it. Robb just puts one foot in front of the other to get to the scent that has been making him all but salivate for days now.

In the moonlight, there you stand. There’s a warm fur cloak on your shoulders, and you look almost like a forest nymph right now. Your eyes shine in the moonlight when you turn to see Robb. But he can barely make sense of anything. Especially not when the scent is coming from you. 

“Robb, what are you—”

He doesn’t let you finish. He practically tackles you, his mouth attacking yours in a fury of searing kisses. His tongue licks at your bottom lip in a feral manner, penetrating your lips with a deep grunt. It’s a guttural noise that emanates from his throat. Robb has you down on the ground, but you don’t feel anything but pure heat. There’s a bit of snow on the ground, but your two bodies meshed together seem to almost melt it all away.

His hands come up to cup your cheeks, holding you so close as if you’ll slip away. Your own body seems to react so strongly to each movement and show of affection. It felt like this was exactly what you had been craving.

 You’ve been feeling off most of the week, if you were being honest with yourself. You had been in heat before, but the first time it happened, it wasn’t too bad. Your mother had given you a potion that the maester had brewed for you as you had been too young to mate at the time. It suppressed all your feelings.

But now. You couldn’t ignore it. You were the right age to be mating, finding an Alpha and getting married. Regardless, you longed for Robb. Robb Stark, the young wolf, the one who stole your heart all those years ago. And now here he was, kissing you like you were the air he needed to breathe.

When he pulls away, his breath comes out ragged. “It’s been you…”

“Me?” You ask, panting.

He growls and kisses you again. “You smell fuckin’ divine, my love. The sweetest scent.”

Robb presses his hips to yours, making you gasp. He’s erect and throbbing just for you. You pull him in for another kiss, but he soon begins to nuzzle against your neck. You can tell he’s putting his scent on you now, trying to mark you for his.

“Robb, you can’t—”

He growls and nips at your neck. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do.”

With a quickness that leaves you dizzy, he unlaces your gown. He’d usually want this to happen in the privacy of his chambers, but the godswood would do. In the eyes of the god, he would take you and make you his mate. You were the one he wanted to marry, the one he wanted to carry his pups. 

“Right here?” You manage to ask, but your heart is pounding in your chest and you know you don’t want to wait another second.

“Here.”

He pushes up the skirts of your gown and begins to play with you through your smallclothes. His fingers dance over your swollen nub over and over, making you whimper. You’ve touched yourself before, but this felt completely different. He captures your lips in another passionate kiss as he peels off your underwear. You gasp against his mouth as the cool air brushes your warm center.

“You’re in heat.” Robb states obviously. “You need an Alpha to fill you.”

You whimper. “I’ve never—”

Another kiss to shut you up. Two of his fingers penetrate you and soon, you’re bucking your hips for more. Robb curls his fingers in just the way to have your thighs shaking. And soon his thumb joins in, rubbing your clit in slow, torturous circles. You’re kept on the edge for so long, and Robb enjoys every little moment.

“Cum for me, beautiful.” He whispers hoarsely in your ear.

With a soft cry, you come undone on his fingers. Your walls pulse and contract around the digits, making him smirk. He knows he’s going to enjoy every little moment inside of you. This heat has hit you so hard, it’s caused him to go into a rut. What better way to deal with both situations by finally claiming you as his. The Others take anyone who goes against his wishes.

You watch through hooded eyes as Robb pulls his fingers from you and licks them clean. Soon, he’s unlacing his breeches and pulling his erection from the confines. The blunt head of his cock presses against your tight hole, making you whimper. Robb leans in and kisses you sweetly.

“Hush…I’ve got you. You trust me, don’t you?”

You nod and kiss him back. “I trust you.”

And with that, Robb pushes into you inch by inch. You feel unbelievably full when he finally bottoms out. For a moment, neither one of you move. It feels like all your lives have been leading up to this very moment. Robb pulls out almost all the way before slamming back into you. Each thrust has you reeling as the pleasure builds so fast.

“Oh Robb,” you whine.

“That’s it, my little love. Take what you need from your wolf.”

He growls and presses his face in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking. He’s leaving his mark on you, letting everyone know who you truly belong to. The young wolf has no intention of sharing you with anyone, and he has no intention of taking another as his bride. As far as he’s concerned, this was just cementing the fact that he was going to marry you.

“You’re all mine,” he grunts as he pushes your knees to your chest to thrust even deeper inside of you. “All mine.”

You cling to him as a means to ground yourself. This new angle has your brain turning to mush and all you can do to reply to your lover is moan and whimper his name. Robb’s loving every minute of it. He can feel his knot beginning to swell, and he knows he has to get you ready for it.

With precise movements, he’s swiping his thumb over your clit. You shudder as your orgasm builds so fast, you barely have time to warn him. Pleasure crashes over you as stars dance in your vision. You’ve never cum this hard before. Robb relishes in the way your pussy seems to try and swallow up his cock. And then with a bit more ease, he pushes his knot into you.

“Good girl,” he growls before beginning to pound into you harder and faster. He’s so close to his own release, and he’s desperate to spill into you.

Each thrust has him driving himself even deeper into you, making you reach a third orgasm before he’s even had one. Robb roars as he begins to come undone. His fingers dig into the meat of your thighs as he begins to flood your insides with his seed. His face is pressed up against your neck, still sucking and nipping but it soon turns into soft kisses and licks as you both slowly come down.

Robb holds you close, his knot keeping you plugged up. You surely would be with child soon, which makes him so happy. He kisses your lips as you reach for him, and you smile softly. His nose rubs against yours before he pulls back to look into your eyes.

“I love you,”

“Love you too, my wolf.”

In the cold night, Robb holds you close. Just for a little while longer…just to make sure his seed takes root…

Theon pre-Reek is very much into quickies. It’s the best way to have quick, casual sex without getting caught. Winterfell is a big place, of course, but it’s still easy enough to get caught if you’re not smart enough. While he does love taking his time with you, he just understands that quickies can be a good way to find time to be together intimately. He’ll pin you against the wall, fuck up into you and rearrange your guts in only the way he knows how to. You will probably be walking a little funny afterwards.

Post-Reek Theon is different. He doesn’t want quickies as much. He was sex that could take hours because his own body doesn’t always cooperate with him and his trauma. He needs some time to really get into it, and when he’s allowed to have this time with you, it gives him a reason to try and forget the dreadful things that have happened to him.

He likes them alright. It’s obvious that sometimes that’s all you two will get. Especially if you’re trying to keep the relationship a bit more secret. Late night escapades with him dragging you off somewhere to fuck. His large hand on your mouth to keep you quiet, his large cock splitting you open. It’s all you can have sometimes. He’d rather spend time with you and draw out the sex and especially the foreplay, but there isn’t always a moment for that sort of thing. So he will take his quickies when he can, and if that means bending you over the nearest surface and pounding into you, that’s what he will do.

Robb is no different from the other men. He’ll take what he can get. He, of course, would rather take his time and actually he enjoys having multiple rounds. He found out pretty early on that he has incredible stamina. So whenever he gets pent up and frustrated, he’ll seek you out. A lot of your quickies are either in a secret passageway or abandoned room in Winterfell, or even out in the forest, or in the war tent bent over the table. Watching your body shake the whole table, knocking over the little pieces that serve as markers for the other noble houses, it turns Robb on like nothing else. It reminds him that he is, indeed, the King in the North.

He wants more than just a quickie. Quickies can leave him feeling cold, unwanted and just not up to the task. He’s an older man, so he feels like he has something to prove. He wants to take his time with you, wants to touch you all over, wants to feel you grow aroused under him and his touch. He feels these difficult feelings a lot of the time, and quickies aren’t enough for him to get it out properly. If it's all you two have time for, he will indulge. But other than that, don’t expect a lot of quickies from Jorah. He wants to be buried deep inside of you, while you call his name like your own personal prayer.

Jon needs more than quickies too. He wants the closeness of having sex. He wants to spend his time between your thighs, lapping at you like you are the sweetest wine he’s ever had the privilege of drinking. He detests taking things too fast. He’s all about planning out his next move carefully. Then again, there are times where he may act rashly and fuck you up against the wall and cum deep inside of you. Sometime, quickies happen because Jon becomes jealous of some guy trying to flirt with you and the only thing that he can think to make it better is by fucking you and claiming you as his. You’ll end up walking away with a few bite marks and hickies.

Jaime loves quickies. They are risky and fun. He loves to see where he can fuck you that’s the most riskiest. Places where its possible that someone could catch you. He enjoys the fun of seeing you trying to be as quiet as you can be, but with his cock filling you up completely, you’re unable to keep those moans down. It’s a good stress reliever too, and Jaime needs it pretty often. He’ll seek you out whenever he needs it, and he’s pawing at you pretty quickly. He likes to kiss your neck and grope your breasts, pushing you to the nearest surface where he can wreck you.

Tormund will take you anyway he pleases. And you’re so eager to help him get that pleasure. He’s a wild lover(obviously), so a quickie can be the perfect way to remind you that he is the number one man in your life. Sometimes, he’ll grab you and throw you over his shoulder, letting everyone know not to bother you and Tormund for the next thirty minutes or less. He enjoys teasing you too, as a part of the quickie. Sometimes it’s just dry humping until you’re begging him to fuck you, while he leaves you wanting more because he’s got something else to do. He loves having sex in any way, and quickies can be very fun for him.

You pull away and look at his pitiful form. He doesn’t look well for a man his size. He’s very pale and sickly. Though considering the little bit of training you had to become a septa, he may just pull through and survive this. You aren’t even sure what could cause this much trouble to a man his size, and you think you might not want to know.

“Alright, no more milk of the poppy. Would you like something else for the pain?”

He grunts as he finally sits up. “Ale.”

Something about his voice makes you shudder. You head close to the hearth, stoking the fire before fetching him a horn of ale. You figure you shouldn’t, but that’s not a man you want to deny anything to. He looks frightening, with his disfigurement and big, broad body. Despite being in your care, you know he could easily snap your neck and be done with it.

When he takes the ale from you, he greedily gulps it down in one go. Then he sighs and rests back on the mattress, his eyes closing. You sit by the bed, watching him. When his eyes snap open again, you let out a squeak of surprise. 

“Do I frighten you, little bird?”

His voice should make you tremble in fear, but you feel sad. There’s a sadness that lingers within him, and it makes your heart ache. The way you look at him so tenderly doesn’t help things at all. Instead, he grows angry and rolls over, despite the pain in his side. He knows he’s too weak to run off, so instead he’s going to act like a petulant child.

Eventually, he sits up and the two of you begin to talk a bit. You feed him some venison with hard bread. He doesn’t say too much, but he does tell you his name. You recognize him even more now with a name attached, but you do not comment on his status. For now, he is just Sandor and he needs your help.

The days pass by well at first. Sandor remains abed, resting his body. You feed him, give him the ale he requests, and eventually, you begin to read to him. He hates it at first, but there’s not much else either one of you can do. And as time passes, his injury heals. He’s quick to his feet the minute he can get up without feeling like he might pass out from the pain.

You still have to scold him, as he’s immediately wanting to go out and train. He wants to swing that damned sword around, but you’re worried his stitches will come undone. So he takes it easy, though he grumbles about you being an annoying little cunt a lot. Still, you see the smile he tries to hide from you.

As time passes, you find yourself very much attached to Sandor. He’s not the usual man one might fall for, but he has a lot of his own personal quirks that make your heart melt. You show him a softness he hasn’t seen in so long, he wonders if he’s ever had anyone fuss over him the way you do.

And at night, the two of you retire in front of the hearth for a while, drinking ale and swapping stories. You love the way he talks about things, and his colorful language he uses to describe things. It hits you all at once; you are in love with Sandor Clegane.

He’s not the prettiest man, nor is he the most polite. But you love him all the same. Your heart is telling you to go for it, but your brain tells you to be cautious. It’s not a prudent thing to make a move on The Hound, yet you don’t want to be prudent.

So one night, when you’ve both had plenty of ale, you move a little closer. Sandor recognizes the warmth from you, and while he’s had this before, he tries to keep a distance from you. He has his own conflicting feelings to deal with. It all crumbles away when you press your hand on his chest. He moves to wrap one of his arms around you, pulling you closer.

“Little bird, you’re playing a dangerous game.” His voice is low and husky.

You smirk. “Perhaps I like dangerous games.”

He doesn’t need to hear more. You lean in, giving him the option to pull away if he doesn’t want to do this, but an all-consuming heat fills him. His lips crash down onto yours, making you moan softly. The sound of your little noise has his cock already twitching in his breeches. It’s impossible to even pull away at this point.

He lays you down on the rug beneath you both, his large form moving on top of yours. And then Sandor kisses you again, his tongue sliding between your lips. It meets with yours, causing you both to melt into this heat. His hands unlace your dress, opening it up for him to bare you to him. His lips trail downward, to your neck and collarbone. When you thread your fingers through his hair, he knows he’s at your mercy.

The two of you struggle with laces, fabrics and small clothes as you attempt to undress one another as you make out. His hands are calloused and rough on your soft skin, and Sandor swears he’s touching an angel. To him, you are his angel. You are the one who’s been the sweetest, softest and the most loving to him. He needs no other reason to be in love with you.

His hands trail down your body, caressing and groping. His lips follow as well, and he kisses the swell of your breasts. You’re softer, sweeter than all those whores he’s ever been with. Never again will he frequent a whorehouse if it means he can be with you intimately for the rest of his life.

“Yes,” you whisper as he wraps his lips around your pert nipple. “That’s it,”

Your voice is beckoning him to continue, and he’s more than happy to provide all this pleasure to you. His other hand continues downward, opening your thighs with ease. He finds you soaked already, and he nips at your nipple. You whine, looking down at him with pure adoration in your eyes.

“Drenched for me, little bird?” He murmurs against your soft skin.

“I need you, Sandor.”

Gods, the way you say his name will be the end of him. He begins to rut against you, his hard cock pressing against your thigh. He’s leaking a copious amount of precum, making you sticky with him. He doesn’t care, all he cares about is making you come.

His kisses continue, leading to your mound. His face is pressed into your cunt, and he takes a whiff of your heady scent. Sandor grunts before he begins to lap at you like the dog that he is. He’s not ashamed to admit that your scent alone could make him lose his mind.

You reach down to clutch at his long tresses, and your hips undulate to get even more of him on you. His tongue doesn’t disappoint, he’s making you shiver and shake with each lashing. He knows the spots that make you see stars. When he pulls away, it’s only to suck on two of his fingers. He places them at your entrance, and pushes them in. The sensation of his fingers curling against your sweet spot and his lips on your little bundle of your nerves proves to be too much.

“Sandor,” you pant as your thighs quake. “I’m coming!”

He doesn’t stop. He continues his ministrations, loving the way your walls are already clamping down around his fingers. Sandor grunts as your juices begin to flow into his mouth, and he lovingly laps it all up. He withdraws his fingers when you slump down on the floor, clearly already spent. He chuckles at your fucked out expression.

“I haven’t even put my cock in you, and you already look like this?”

You whine when you feel the blunt head of his cock prodding your entrance. “I’ve never had anyone make me come before.”

This gives him pause. You are a maiden. If he fucks you and you’d want to marry someone later on down the road, he’d be ruining it for you. He leans in to kiss you first, allowing you to feel the emotions stirring within him. 

“Are you sure you want this, little bird?” His voice is hoarse.

You caress his face, offering the sweetest smile. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

He nods, before he looks down to where he’s about to penetrate you. Slowly but surely, inch by inch, Sandor slides into you. His eyes roll back at the tightness of your warmth. You feel unlike anything else. You’d be his ruin, his downfall and his end all in one. Yet your gentle touch brings him back to the surface, and you kiss him once more.

“Am I hurting you?” He asks, looking into your eyes.

“No, not at all.”

There was a fullness you’ve never felt. A pressure that seemed to invade all of you. But it was a feeling you wanted to feel again and again and again for the end of time. Sandor begins to rock his hips, pressing deeper into you over and over. Time almost seemed to stand still as he ruts into you. 

“Please,” you whimper. “Faster…”

You urging him on makes him growl. Sandor picks up his pace, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he fucks himself into you. The look on your face nearly makes him come undone. You pull him in for a kiss, all tongue and saliva.

He grunts as he pounds into you now, pulling pleasure from you. You whine his name, causing him to twitch inside of you. He’s never felt like this before; he wants to make you come on his cock so badly. He continues to kiss you, and one of his hands comes down to begin rubbing your clit in fast little circles.

Your back arches off the ground, and you begin to shudder as the pleasure builds. The moment you reach your peak, Sandor knows he’s in love with this feeling—he’s in love with you. Your walls convulse around him, pulling him over the edge moments after your own orgasm. He growls your name, his seed spilling into your warmth.

Then the two of you have a moment to catch your breath. He pulls out slowly, allowing his semen to run down your ass and onto the rug. He pulls you on top of him, kissing you all over your face before kissing your lips. You smile softly, looking into his eyes when you do pull away.

“I love you,” he says in a soft tone.

“I love you too, Sandor.”

And you surprise him by straddling his lap. You begin to rock your hips once more, making him chuckle.

“Ready for more, little bird?”

You grin. “Ready for round two.”