☆♡Gülnar♡☆

ALRIGHT, I'll be honest, I feel like them sharing you is obviously going to happen.

I say this based on how Eddie and Venom acted with Anne in the movies.

Venom no doubt learned to feel the love that Eddie does due to his connection with his brain... so that would make Venom also obsessed with someone Eddie is.

I mean... Venom LITERALLY says he misses Anne in the movies... so I do feel like a yandere Eddie would come with a yandere Venom.

Package deal essentially.

I can also see Venom picking up on Eddie's obsession too.

Again... pulling from the movies again... Venom literally acts like Anne belongs to him and Eddie despite the fact her and Eddie broke things off.

So imagine befriending Eddie and him slowly developing feelings for you...

Only for Venom to prattle on in his head about how he should go for you since things with Anne didn't work out or something.

Eddie may actually be a reluctant yandere at first.

He's still trying to move on from his last relationship... he's just getting to know you and enjoy your company...

But then he goes home and has to listen to Venom excitedly say he likes you and that Eddie should 'win you over quickly' to not lose you.

Venom... doesn't understand that they should be taking things slow.

Venom definitely drags Eddie into a lot of the yandere behavior unfortunately.

For example... Maybe Eddie is thinking about you late at night...

Only for Venom to be dragging him out the window, saying that they should visit you!

So... this leads to Eddie and Venom stalking you... something Eddie is ashamed of.

Yet... Venom tries to say that they're both protecting you from 'bad guys'.

You have to be kept safe, right?

They can do that!

Although... Eddie isn't the most thrilled about it at first....

Yes... He thinks about you all the time...

It's not like Venom is helping with such thoughts either.

Venom just wants them both to have you.

Eddie's trying his best to keep things moving slow... bringing up the idea of hanging out and maybe dates in the future...

But Venom is just making excited whispers in his ear....

Eddie tries to tell Venom that they have to take things slow... after all... a boyfriend with a symbiote is hard to understand.

Venom just says you'll get used to it... so many others have just fine!

Venom loves to try and make Eddie play hero for you too.

Venom sticks Eddie to walls to watch over you, keeping a close eye on who you talk to...

Which leads to Venom confronting people who simply 'got too close' to you... making Eddie panic as Venom tries to eat others who could 'ruin' their chances with you.

The two are definitely protective/possessive yanderes.

Eddie really does just want you safe and to have a relatively normal relationship with you.

Venom tends to be one that's super possessive and obsessed with playing hero to win you over.

He keeps trying to get Eddie on his side... saying if they don't act now then they could lose you.

Eddie tries to ignore such thoughts... it doesn't work.

Which leads to Eddie trying to see you more often... both for himself and his antsy symbiote.

I feel like Eddie does try to keep their... obsessive behavior hidden.

Which leads to stalking from a distance... like some sort of hidden guardian angel.

Or whatever you can call them.

I feel like kidnapping you would be on impulse.

It's not planned.

Eddie never even wanted to think of the thought.

He does his best to take things slow... take you on dates... play nice before visiting you or taking you to the apartment....

Things... surprisingly go great despite Venom's excitement.

... although... imagine if you felt things weren't working out?

Maybe Eddie's a little too... desperate?

That or you know about his past with commitment?

Or... maybe you finally see Venom in action... and feel it's safest to leave.

I feel like Venom would grow irritated at this while Eddie is a bit panicked and desperate.

Eddie would rather try to talk you out of leaving... but Venom?

Venom would probably have you pinned to the wall or restrained in thick black tendrils... growling.

Venom really is trying to play wingman... but now it's just gone to aggression.

Eddie tries to plead for Venom to stop... yet...

"I THOUGHT THEY WERE MEANT TO BE OURS, EDDIE!? YOU TOOK TOO LONG AND NOW THEY WANT TO LEAVE...."

"Venom, you're scaring them—"

"SCARING? THERE IS NOTHING TO BE SCARED OF! WE BOTH LOVE THEM, EDDIE. ISN'T IT TIME WE ACT ON THAT?"

Eddie... didn't want you to leave... but he didn't want THIS either.

Venom would probably sit you and Eddie on the couch, black tendrils holding you still as though Venom's trying to continue playing matchmaker.

You make both symbiote and host happy... so he doesn't view kidnapping as a bad thing.

He's just being more assertive because Eddie was taking too long... and they're both really lonely.

You're horrified... Eddie is no doubt trying to comfort you... Venom is too busy trying to shove you against him though.

I also feel like Venom would place you in Eddie's lap then force what's essentially a cuddle.

Except the cuddle is also filled with black sticky ooze and you can't move.

Eddie wants to say he'll cut things off... He's sorry for not being honest...

Yet... he also doesn't want to let you go.

He doesn't want to sabotage another relationship....

Even though this is far from right... Eddie begrudgingly follows Venom's lead.

Their apartment is a mess... and you'd be heavily monitored by them too.

Well... mostly Venom due to his enhanced senses.

If you tried to leave... Venom would know too.

Eddie would try to make this relationship seem as normal as possible... despite the fact his symbiote has made you a hostage.

I feel like jealousy would come up too.

Venom's possessive in nature and while Eddie may hide his insecurities when you talk to others...

Venom knows... and Venom acts.

Venom would DEFINITELY eat those he feels are getting in the way of your "relationship".

Eddie's originally against it... but as time goes on and Eddie becomes a passive yandere... He minds much less.

You... do belong to them... right?

Venom influences him more than he'd like to admit.

You never sleep alone either.

I feel like Eddie would hold you close and Venom would reciprocate by keeping you locked against them.

It would be cute... if you didn't know the two were behind some disappearances of those you knew... and took you from your home.

They may try to comfort you, tell you they can look after you...

But to them... love means isolation to make sure they don't ever miss you again...

Even this version of Dex, who let himself free from the restraints, from the confinement he once accepted, the expectations laid upon him. He was still very much dependent on that structure, it’s not a thing he can just remove with a flick of his finger, it’s hardwired into his very being. And once again, Dex finds himself falling into those old, familiar habits.

Dex senses those same feelings creeping back whenever he watches you. The same feeling when he was watching Julie. But you couldn’t be his north star. The north star was meant to be his moral compass, to guide him to do good, to give him a purpose. His older self pretended to be this functioning hardworking man, who was devoted to his legitimate work. Took his meds and attended psych evaluations. But now? Now he is a man that society - no you would deem as a criminal, a murderer, a monster even.

He will be the good neighbor just for you; a role he plays quite easily. But Dex knows it won’t be long before he reveals his true nature. And shall that moment arise, you will have no choice but to accept him the way he is. Dex has mapped out your routine. Even from inside his apartment, he can identify your footsteps whether you are ascending or descending the stairs either in a hurry or taking your time.

Sometimes you see him. In the evening as you climb up, clearly exhausted from a long shift or in the early mornings clutching a coffee in your hand, heading to work or for a walk. Dex conveniently notices how much you skip breakfast, rushing not to be late. How he thought of waking you up early himself to the smell of breakfast. He’ll prepare the eggs exactly how you like them, if you like your pancakes soft with syrup, or your waffles crispy. Dex would do it with no complaint, because taking care of you will be as natural to him as breathing the same air as you. 

He can also tell when you are having a bad day. Sometimes you’d be wiping away your tears as you climb up the stairs, sniffing quietly. On occasion, he would comment, his poor attempt at cheering you up. “It’s hard, really hard working in customer service.” You’d freeze for a second cause you don't ever recall ever telling what you did for work. But the human brain has a knack for dismissing such concerns, seeing it as a lucky guess.

Or when you are limping from an injury such as tripping and hurting your knee on some uneven pavement. Dex had to restrain from compromising himself and had to watch from a distance as you struggled to get on your feet, embarrassment clearly written on your face. Later when he sees you slightly limping toward your apartment, he offers advice. “Make sure to clean it well before applying antibiotic ointment and cover it with a bandage.” You mumble a thanks, appreciating his concern. 

When you struggle with grocery bags, Dex offered to carry them for you. It feels like you couldn’t refuse, that would be rude. You thanked him by opening the door just wide enough for him to place the bags on the floor. Dex is tempted to offer if you want him to organize them, put everything in its proper place. He has been inside your room many times, he knows it like the back of his hand. Instead he says it was no problem, watching as you close the door. 

You also encounter Dex when you are carrying your laundry basket or checking your mailbox in the lobby. He has become a familiar face. And just like Julie, you too have cemented as a part of his everyday life. Intertwined with his very ability to function. He had once again attached himself to someone, but this was unlike anyone, not like Mercer, not like Fisk, not like Julie. This has consumed him whole. 

Dex was certain on one thing; he couldn't afford to lose you. If he did, he would spiral even further than was believed to be possible. He needs you safe and happy. The irony, of course, is that Dex will be the very thing that corrupts you. His version of your happiness and safety comes with much sacrifice and control. Dex wants your full attention, your approval in a way. He needs constant reassurance, needs your presence  at every moment. Dex cannot go days without seeing you, even if only from a distance.

Even before you got together, Dex was incredibly attentive. He remembered details that most people would never notice. The specific shoes you like wearing often, the lingering scent of your perfume, the way you take an extra large step at the end of the staircase, the way you hum when you are in a good mood. He listens intently with everything you tell him; the long exhausting shift you had, your complaints of the weather, the plans you had the next day. 

Dex is ever devoted, but it comes with a fixated obsession that borders on almost being cannibalistic. Dex starts to not see you as a separate entity but a part of himself. Like puzzles, he will remove many pieces of his to make space for you to fit inside so perfectly that removing you would leave a gaping hole. Dex wants to be your provider, your lover, your soulmate. He is convinced that no one cares for you more than he did, no one shall look after you like he does, no one can protect you like he does. Not even your mother who carried you in her womb. Even if it comes at the cost of your happiness, even if it feels more like a cage – at least your cage is pretty, maintained and you don't even have to lift a finger. Dex will do all you want and need. 

Dex can be careful, very careful. He is seen as an assassin, a mercenary; swift and silent. The old Dex would have been content to watch you from afar, to be so cautious about not alarming you; to leave no trace. But this Dex, oh he wants you to know he has been in your apartment. Not too obvious at first, he didn’t want to frighten you too much.

He walks around and takes his sweet time while you are at work. Your schedule was a standard 9-5, which gave him all the hours he needed. There was no reason for you to come home early, no emergency, no sickness. Dex opens your closet, letting his hand run through your clothes, feeling the fabrics. He examines the skincare products and makeup scattered across your stand. “Such a mess.” Dex thinks. Noting your clothes on the floor from you rushing to leave and the dishes on the sink. He will surely one day clean them up for you. Dex opens your refrigerator and kitchen cabinets. Lamenting the lack of proper ingredients, the many takeout containers, never mind the fact some of the food in your fridge are expired. Dex bought a cooking book a week ago, already planning the many meals shall you eat together.

Dex would purposefully make minor changes during those visits. Moving your chair slightly, reorganizing your cups in the cabinet, picking up your clothes from the floor. You’d walk into your apartment and perhaps never notice these small changes and even if there was a hint of doubt, a simple excuse of it being you’d forgotten that you did them was enough to suffice. Over time, Dex made his presence more known. The loose cabinet you had been meaning to fix was suddenly secured with proper screws. Your window left open wind blowing in. Things started to move, appearing in places you know you didn’t place there. 

You’ve become a pit paranoid. Sometimes turning around suddenly, expecting to see someone there, but no one was there, just you. When you swore you heard noise outside, peeking out of your door into the hallway, seeing nothing but the vacant corridor staring back at you. And the more anxious you become, the more you encounter Tony.

At times you went up to the building’s rooftop just to clear your mind. And there he was, climbing all those stairs just to stand beside you. You would pass him a polite smile as you both stared at the view. Either the sun blinding in the late afternoon or the wind blowing against your face or the way the city that never slept looked at night with all its light on. Dex didn’t say anything, he’d just lean against the edge, hands resting on the railing. Sometimes he’d glance at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. 

Still, Tony was impossible to suspect. As said, he was nice and helpful. Unaware from an apartment across the way, Dex leaned with his binoculars, a clear view of you moving around your apartment. Eventually, it leads to him implementing surveillance. Oh don’t worry he identified all the optimal spots to install those little cameras, which he can access anywhere and anytime. A technology he stole from the many AVTF agents. 

Sometimes he’d be sitting at the table or lying in bed, watching you move through the day on his phone or laptop. Dex doesn’t look away even when you undress. He takes it all in, the scars, the beauty marks. How nice it must feel to touch your breasts and of course nothing beats the view between your legs. You remain as clueless as ever and it’s all just further proof to Dex that he needs to keep you safe. Now imagine if it was someone else watching you this way. It’s a blessing in disguise that it's him and not some creep. 

Dex watches even when you masturbate, your soft moans barely audible, trying to stay quiet because of the thin walls. His eyes refuse to leave the screen, transfixed by the sight of your fingers working between your legs. How he wishes it was him instead. He would gladly be eager to please you, make you orgasm over and over. Dex would have to kiss you to muffle your moans. He imagined the wet sounds that would fill the room as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, picturing you so clearly gripping his arm desperately searching for something to hold onto. And Dex would even be more eager to push his face between your legs, longing for the taste of you. 

Sometimes his hand reaches for his cock as he watches, moving up and down syncing with your movement on screen. But most often he’d stop himself, frustrated because it just doesn’t feel the same. There is no real satisfaction there. He wants it to be your hands. Dex wants nothing more than to be inside you, to feel you squeeze so tightly around him. 

As expected, Dex notices all those who interact with you. For someone like Dex, a healthy relationship is an impossible feat. You are a part of his core now, essential to his functioning. Dex belongs to you as much as you belong to him, in body, in soul, in every damn way that matters. Dex notices how you speak to that one elderly woman from the third floor, how you greet the delivery driver, how the man from three floors down would pause to speak with you in the hallway. The friend who comes over at the weekend which in particular bothers him the most. 

There is an odd feeling in his chest to see you laugh so freely with others as you recall memories or told stories. He wants to be that person for you. Wanting you to tell him everything about yourself, every fear, every loss, every aspiration, every person who ever wronged you. Dex will tolerate your friends and family because he understands it is a line he cannot cross if he wanted you content at his side. Last thing he wants is for you to fight and lash out. That quickly gets tiring and it will cause your refusal to comply with his expectations. No Dex couldn’t have that. 

But any exes you had, any hookups, even a single date, none of it matters to Dex. They will be eliminated even the man who catcalled you on the other side of the street. Dex has no remorse even as they beg for their lives. 

Dex plays the long game. He carefully thinks of every word, every step, every move. Sometimes things slip, a few inconsistencies, a crack there and there but they didn’t rouse any suspicions. Naturally you felt more at ease with him, beginning to reveal pieces of yourself to him. Details he already knew but alas. And when you tell him you feel as if you’re being watched, he offers reassurance and implies it must be you watching too many horror movies.

Dex doesn’t really care about things that don’t directly concern you. Your friend is in the hospital? Dex only cares that it upsets you and offers fake sympathy in hopes it makes you talk to him more. He doesn’t care when you recall fond memories with your family, only remembering what matters such as you loving your mother’s lasagna or how much you adore the beach. 

Dex doesn’t plan to meet your family, his only minimal concern is you simply caring for them. Though he thinks of the benefits. Getting to see your childhood photos, charming your mother enough so she recounts stories of your younger self even the embarrassing and awkward stags. He hopes he would find an old journal as he looks through your childhood bedroom. 

But Dex is thinking too far ahead, for now he is still your friendly neighbour. You need something fixed? A missing ingredient for dinner? Calling him to pick you up? Needing comfort after a long draining shift? He is there. He is always there. 

Dex restrains himself more than you could possibly know. There is an endless urge to touch you, to hold you close to him. Sometimes he indulges, fingers brushing against yours as you walk together or your shoulders touching when sat beside each other. But mostly he lets you initiate it, resting a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, leaning against him when you are tired. It wasn’t long before you found yourself looking forward to seeing him, giving him those huge smiles that reached your eyes. Giggling awkwardly at his badly timed jokes (ones he overheard from other people). 

He enjoyed bringing you to diners. Dex couldn’t help the smile that creeps into his face when you burn your tongue on coffee and blow on it or when you let out a satisfied hum when the food is good. Eventually you had to give a label to whatever was developing between the two of you. It all started with Mrs. Smithers mistaking you for a couple, Dex didn’t correct her., Leaving you to awkwardly explain you are not dating despite returning from a night out where you did indeed look like a couple to everyone. The idea played around in your head and it didn’t sound too bad. Tony was handsome even with the scar on his face, if anything, it made him all the more attractive. 

When the two of you finally become official, Tony seemed like the most attentive boyfriend you’d ever have. Your exes could never compare or mayhaps it’s just the honeymoon phase. You know that phase where couples can’t seem to go a second without touching the other or without accompanying the other. But you remain unaware that with Dex, it’s not a phase. It will be all you will know. Till death do us part, the saying goes. 

Your exes were cheaters, liars, assholes. But Dex? He made you feel like you were the most important person in the world, you have never felt safer, never felt more seen than with him. Tony would walk you to your door after dates, text you every morning, check on you during work hours, listen to your complaints with his solution being to leave it all behind and only be with him. Still, he gives you the illusion he cares about all your mundane problems. He brought you flowers, ones that happen to be your favorite. 

Sure Dex has accidentally let out certain details that he should have never known. Like the old place you used to work at, the pet you had that passed away, somehow knowing your aunt’s name. But for the sake of this semi-paradise, you ignored that gut feeling in your stomach. Telling yourself he’s merely observant, that he pays close attention because he cares for you. 

When you finally found the courage to ask him to come inside one evening. Dex paused for a moment before agreeing. The two of you shared a look, understanding the unspoken intention of this invitation. Before you know it, his mouth was on yours, clothes shed and Dex having your back pressed against the mattress as he thrusts in you – you dig your fingers into his arms, trying to muffle your moans to not wake up your neighbours. 

And you have learned quickly Dex is very giving in bed. The many times where his head is between our legs, tongue lapping at your folds. Dex ate you out like a starving man and you’d clutch his hair grinding yourself against his face. Dex didn’t complain, if anything he seemed to relish it. You spent many nights at his place. Your legs would be too sore to walk back upstairs and Dex would offer to make you breakfast in the morning. How can you refuse? As you're seated at the table, watching him cook while wearing one of his shirts.

It wasn’t long before Dex became the most consistent, inescapable presence in your life. You barely had time for friends or family or anything outside of him. Your mornings were spent in his bed after spending another night where he fucked you so good that your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Nearly every breakfast or dinner was him making what you liked or taking you to your favorite place to eat. 

You’d head to work leaving his apartment, leaving most of your clothes at his place, even your work uniforms. It was just easier this way instead of heading all the way up besides Dex would wash your clothes and lay them for you to wear the next day. It warmed your heart, telling him he shouldn’t have. And you’d come back to him after long shifts and god forbid some rude customer made you cry. Dex will mentally note to deal with them later. It will all be good, you would never have to see them again. 

Slowly, Dex suggests you leave your work or at least go part time. The work is clearly stressing you out, that can’t be good for your health. He is just worried about you, can’t you see that? Dex also plants the idea you should move in with him. At this point you are just paying rent on a place that is collecting dust. Dex insists he doesn’t mind, it won’t be much of a difference from what you were already doing. Hesitantly, you agree even when your friends insist it’s all too sudden, too fast, too rash, in a relationship that would still be considered relatively new. 

Moving in with Dex felt like a blessing at first. You’d insist on paying half the rent, but Dex told you it wasn’t needed. Just let him do what he does best, kay? You’ve learned to do things in a certain way; mugs placed in a certain cabinet, sorting your makeup and skincare products in a certain order, folding your clothes to their designated drawers. It didn’t bother you much, it felt good to come to an apartment that was spotlessly clean. You did add some color and life to the place. It felt voided, sterile almost. Bringing in your favorite carpet, the plants you wanted to care for, your scented candles, the framed paintings. Dex didn’t seem all that bothered. He built a shelf to put your books, nailed up the frames, and installed the curtains you were eyeing at the store. 

Still, it wasn’t all a perfect paradise. Dex would disappear for long hours. You’d call and text him, sometimes getting little to no answer for a period of time. He’d come home late with a faint smell of gunpowder, sweat, an almost copper like smell. Dex would head straight to the shower within a minute of stepping inside the place. You’d ask him what he has been doing. It’s just business, he excuses. You try to pry for specifics. Where did he work, what were his coworkers like, who is his boss, but you were left frustrated with his vague answers. Sometimes he brought in a generous amount, other days it would be a large sum, triple what you made in a month. 

As said, your friends and family matter little to none to Dex. Every time you suggested visiting or making plans to meet up, Dex would always come up with an excuse. Sometimes he bluntly tells you, he hoped you’d spend the rest of the day with him. What about that favorite restaurant or that new park you said you were curious about? Or how about a night where he has you naked and all pretty for him in bed, doesn’t that sound tempting? Your work took you away from him long enough. 

Besides, you never know when he might receive a call and have to leave for however long the job requires. Dex tries to hide his annoyance even when you answer phone calls. How rude of them to interrupt you both as you pull away from him to stand up to focus on the conversation. And if your job calls you, asking for you to come in on your day off, you know the answer you must give is a no. 

Even if you had doubts, even if there was this persistent uncomfortable feeling residing in the pit of your stomach, even when every sensible part of your brain screamed at you. Even when you stare at the mirror and can see yourself slowly changing, molding into a person you are not entirely sure you recognize. You push all of it to the side all for the sake of the love you have now. 

Dex is fully aware you will never feel so strongly as he feels for you. You aren’t like him. You weren’t born with that endless void, the urge to commit such acts, you didn’t have a vicious streak that was supressed many years. You were raised like most surrounded by family, with friends, with people who loved and cared for you. A whole life that existed long before him. And Dex wanted you. He wanted you to be yourself of course, after all there is a reason you are where you are now. He just wants to chuck bits and pieces, anything to make himself the absolute center of your world. 

All that remains is for Dex to reveal who he truly was. He grimaces at the name Tony slipping from your lips, wanting to tell you to just call him Dex. You love him, you spend many hours waiting for him and doesn’t he make you happy? After all, you eagerly take him, moaning his fake name so sweetly. What difference would it make for you to know what he had done, to know who he was, who he is now. He would still be your devoting and doting boyfriend. It wouldn't change how he felt about you. 

He knows there will be a day when this disguise won’t last. Someone will recognize him, someone will discover his hiding spot. He will have to do his one final good deed and disappear before the traces lead back to him, before they lead to you. You have been brought to his inner world now, anyone will use you against him and he cannot, would not allow that to happen. You must go wherever he has to go. There is no choice in the matter. Your survival, your very life is all dependent on him. But for now, Dex will enjoy these blissful days. 

Today was no different. Been convinced by Tony to call in sick to work, to spend the day together. He even promised to watch that awful reality show you seem to love. Your boyfriend headed to the shower as you informed him you’ll head down to get the mail. When you returned to the apartment, you laid all of it on the kitchen table. Spam mail, useless advertisements and newsletters. Then something caught your eye. There you saw a face, one that was far too familiar. 

It was Tony. Unless Tony has some twin he didn’t tell you about, but no it was Tony. Except the paper didn’t say his name. Instead the name “Benjamin Poindexter” is read. As your eyes skim down further, your hands start to tremble. There it was, all the atrocities committed by the man who you once thought was your good friendly neighbour. Who you thought was your all attentive loving boyfriend. The man who you cried to, who you let hold you, who you let in your bed, who you let in your heart. 

The crimes didn't seem to have an end. All the deaths he caused, the people he took from their family and friends. The article claims he is the most wanted man in the city and to not approach in any circumstances for he is dangerous. Yet that very danger is a few meters away from you. You were breathing too hard, your chest felt too tight. You sat there unable to process what you just saw, unable to reconcile that this man in the photo is your boyfriend. This didn’t feel real as if you are watching and reading this from outside yourself. 

You hear Dex’s voice from the bedroom, he has already finished his shower and gotten dressed. Panic seized as you acted quickly flipping the newspaper over to hide that damning front page. There was no time to dispose of it and had you - it would seem too suspicious. You just sat down where you were, forcing a smile on your face. Your mind screamed at you, to act normal, to not let him suspect you. Forcing yourself to listen to nod along. But Dex could tell something was wrong. He could always tell. 

After all, he spent many hours just watching you, studying you, dissecting you. He could even boldly say he knew you more than you knew yourself. It was clear as day to him something was wrong, something happened. “Find anything important in the mail?” He asked casually. You utter a weak no, even you were painfully aware at the lack of your conviction. 

And you don't resist when Tony, no, not Tony – reaches out and pulls the newspaper from underneath you. Your eyes refuse to look at him, staring at the wooden surface. Tears begin to spill down your cheeks, born out of fear of this man who could overpower you at any moment, who could stop you from taking another step. And born out of the pain and betrayal knowing he just had been lying and deceiving you this entire time. When you finally dared to look up at him, his eyes were still scanning the article. He scoffs, almost amused, "They said I killed seven agents here, but it was actually nine. The other two were in different locations.” 

You simply stare at him in disbelief, tears straining your cheeks. Tony, no you reminded yourself, Benjamin as they call him, seemed completely calm. As if you didn’t just discover he was the most wanted man in the city, that he wasn’t a criminal that you couldn’t very well turn him in, destroy this life he constructed. “Guess it was always meant to happen hmm? He asks, turning his head slightly. I’m glad it’s rather now than later. Saves me from having to sit you down-” he gestures vaguely at the chairs, “and tell you all about it myself.” 

Balerion + Daemon's Bastard

♱ Balerion, who is too old to really ride to war anymore. He bonded with you for the same reason he stayed by Viserys' side for so long; the peace was welcome.

You were such a sad child when Balerion happened upon you, you were as pathetic as weeping children came, but you had a certain strength that Balerion couldn't shake. He supposes that he could come out of retirement for you, especially when your shit head of a father forces you into the war effort. He'd happily burn every inch of Westeros if it meant keeping you warm and safe.

Your death comes simply, the war had passed, your family was gone, and yet the Stranger had come for you. A sickness, you die in your sleep, and many report that Balerion follows shortly after setting your pyre ablaze.

For a dragon that had lived so violently, so loudly, Balerion passes peacefully with his body wrapping around your charred remains.

Grey Ghost + Rhaenyra's Heir

♱ Grey Ghost, who is hatched to you, and never leaves your side until the day of your death. He's a timid creature, yet large in size, and your mount matches you in personality almost to a tee.

Grey Ghost, who flies over The Red Keep during your pregnancies so he can see you from a balcony just to know that you are alright.

During the Dance of Dragons, he can feel your anxiety, the grief of losing your children. Everything was so overwhelming for you, especially after the death of your son. Grey Ghost takes his final ride with you sometime after the war ends, he takes you to Driftmark, a startled shriek leaves him as you simply slide off of his saddle, your body falls into the ocean.

Neither you or your dragon are ever seen again.

Grey Ghost had entered the world with you, and he had left with you just the same.

Silverwing + Targtower Princess

♱ Silverwing, who doesn't take a rider after Alysanne dies. She sees no one as kind and gentle come near her, and so she stays isolated for many years.

That is, until a little red-haired child approaches her, no older than nine years old. Hair the color of bloodied copper, you don't look like Alysanne, but you feel like her. You are all kind words and gentle songs, and Silverwing loves you just as much as a mother dragon loved her eggs.

Silverwing takes you to the skies, loud purrs emanating from her throat as the wind kisses her scales. It's nice, she thinks, to finally not be so alone.

She remembers the grief clearly. Your entire family was gone, save for your oldest brother, mother, and little niece. Daeron's death had shifted something in you, Silverwing had felt it. You were no less kind, but an air of sadness had followed you until the day of your death.

Your twin, the one you shared a womb with, had left a gaping mass where your heart should have been. It was a raw injury, one of comprised of grief.

You died from a broken heart, slowly.

Silverwing had watched you wither until nothing else remained.

The Cannibal + Maegor's Heir

♱ The Cannibal, who lets his flames devour whoever dares to try to claim him. He is not a beast chained by duty, as many of his kin had been. He would not die at the hands of men, nor would he obey at the crack of a whip. He'd rather slumber, dreaming of you.

Ten years, thirty years, fifty years, eighty years without you to keep him company. The daughter of an usurper, infamous for his cruelty, you had been the opposite. You life had been drenched in ash and blood, war-riddled years withered your dreams down to nothing.

In the end, Cannibal could do nothing to save you from your own mind. Many argued that you just so happened to find your father dead, others knew the truth of it. The poison found in Maegor's cup of wine told the story of your desperation. The war had been put to an end, but you had been in so much pain. The Cannibal had felt it, and he had lifted his head just in time to see you fall to the ground, a crack of bones, a splatter of blood.

The truest form of love, he thought, your blood tainting his teeth, a disturbed hiss sounding from his throat.

“ Ohhhhh. . . Good morning! Good morning, darling! It's lovely that you’re awake now.. “ a voice breaks the silence in a deep, but strangely affectionate tone. 

The strange man peaks his head over the nearby side of the table when you meet eyes. He's.. huge. He's taller than you by damn near a foot, he's broad, with sharp, angular features. He wore a patched suit and bowtie, splattered with blood and entrails, it almost makes you gag. However, the part about him that stands out the most is his eye, and its surroundings. Blood-.. or at least its red. It's hard to make out in the dark, but you don't dwell on it as he leans down.

“ Shhh dont struggle.. you’ve been asleep quite a long time, “ he voice, strangely soothing, eases you. He looks down at you strangely. His eyes are soft, and he's smiling. Like.. smiling smiling. Wrinkles form around his eyes and his nose scrunches. “ Aren’t you a pretty girl..? “ he coos manically like you were nothing but a dog.

He reaches a hand up and strokes your hair gently, his touch is more tender than you’d expect, for a man covered in other’s insides.

“ W.. What? “ you manage, your lips cracking as you speak, your throat scratchy and dry. He furrows his brows and laughs to himself, a deep reverberating chuckle that makes you feel things you don't wanna feel.

“ Didn’t you hear me, silly girl? You’re pretty.. round.. soft, “ he muses, more to himself than to you as his gaze trails down your body. You’re still in your old, dirty nurses dress. It isn't exactly flattering, but he doesn't seem to mind one bit. 

You don't know what to think. Your mind is reeling in confusion, and bashfulness. As much as you hate it, he's attractive, extremely so, and he's looking at you with this intense desire you had never seen on another man's face before.

Suddenly, the man above you seems to snap out of whatever trance he's in. 

“ Oh how rude of me, leaving a pretty little girl like you all tied up, “ he laughs to himself as he looks at your restraints. “ I thought you’d throw a hissyfit like.. the other whores who lied to me! “ he grits his teeth, tone suddenly shifting from loving and sweet to spiteful and rage-filled. He pauses again, and just as quickly as he had gotten angry he was back to normal again.

He untied you gently, slipping a hand under your back to guide you into sitting up. He practically had hearts in his eyes when he looked at you.

When he looked at you you felt.. different. He gazed at you sweetly, a smile on his face, nothing but love in his manic eyes. Maybe you were just desperate, or maybe you knew that there were far worse fates in this place than being loved and adored.

“ Dearest? Where have you gone? Are you ignoring me?! “ he asked, his intensity escalating incredibly quickly as he notices you mentally checking out. 

“ N-no no im.. not ignoring you! “ you attempt to reassure him, awkwardly rubbing a hand up and down his big arm. At your touch he softened, and smiled widely. “ Just um.. still a little.. shocked. “

He didn't listen to a lick of what you said, a dopey smile on his face as he watched you touch him willingly. He reached his own hand up to cover your own, and you're struck with how much bigger he is than you. His hand dwarfs you in size, it's cold, but strangely soft.

He didn't say anything for a while, just watched you, bathing in your attention. 

You came to the awkward realization that.. You didn't even know this man's name. He was doting on you and making you blush, and you didn't even know his own name. 

“ Excuse me.. Sir. I dont mean to be rude but.. “ you meet his curious eyes. “ I don't believe you’ve given me your name yet. “

His eyes shoot wide open in realization as you told him that, pausing his hand on yours as he cleared his throat with an awkward laugh.

“ Oh oh Eddie you doofus! I would forget my own head if it wasn't screwed on! “ he says, somewhat bashfully, like he was embarrassed. “ Edward Gluskin, “ he introduced himself, bowing his head slightly. “ But I’d prefer if you’d call me Eddie. After all, why would my wife not call me by a sweet nickname like that? It's so.. intimate.. domestic.. “ he trails off, lost in his own head again.

Eddie.. You liked that… wait.. what did he say?

“ I'm sorry.. wife? “ you ask, your eyebrows furrowing and your heart rate picking up embarrassingly quickly. 

“ Yes my dear, wife. wife! My.. bride.. “ he whispers to you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “ Isn't it every girl's dream? To be wed to a passionate.. loving man? Who will give her all that her heart desires.. “ he coos as he cups your jaw, squeezing gently.

Your head begins to spin as you process what he's saying. He wants to marry you. YOU.. you. Oh, why are you enjoying this so much? Is it because you're desperate, becoming easy after so many years of being rejected? Or maybe its fear in you; you see this man clearly, for who he is. He's obviously a maniac, crazy, covered in blood. If you fight you most certainly will die. Why not enjoy it?

“ I.. intended for us to be wed by midnight tonight but unfortunately… “ he pauses, picking up your left hand gently. “ The ring I had doesn't fit your pretty fingers. It's alright, beautiful brides come in all shapes and sizes, “ his voice is affectionate as his gaze returns to your body, “ and my bride happens to come in such a delectable shape.. “

He giggles to himself softly as he runs his hand up your arm, resting on your collarbone.

“ Now I know this is rather.. Improper of me.. But my dearest I cannot control myself, “ he says with a laugh as he moves his hand down, groping your breast though your uniform. You squeak, reflexively jumping under his touch. 

He doesn't respond to your surprise, too entranced by your boobs to notice much more. 

“ I’ve been waiting to wed such a beautiful woman, “ he mumbles under his breath, “ I've been waiting even longer to breed one. To fill you with my seed.“ His comments are vulgar, and his gaze lustful, but for some reason you find yourself aroused by it. He wants you, and he's definitely not afraid to show it.

He reaches behind you and unzips your dress, tugging it down off of your body. You’re left in a plain black matching set of bra and panties, you would’ve wore nicer ones if you knew tonight was your wedding night. 

You feel a bit awkward. You’ve never had a guy so openly ogle you. Maybe your breasts, or butt, but never.. your body as a whole. 

He stared at you like how a devoted follower would stare at God. There's this.. adoration in his eyes that sparkles as his gaze devours you.

“ Oh darling.. “ he coos as he places his hands on your waist, thumbs tracing circles over your stomach. “ I shall breed you properly my dear, a bride like you deserves to be ravished, “ he said, a grin crossing his face as you blushed. You couldn't resist a bashful smile, avoiding his gaze. 

A beat passes and Eddie decides to take control properly. He grabs you by the waist, ducking an arm underneath your knees to hold you bridal style. Your arms shoot up instinctively to wrap around his neck, keeping you flush with him.

He didn't seem to mind the touch at all, proudly making his way down the halls. There's a grin on his face, celebratory as he marched with you in his arms.

In his mind, there was nothing more masculine a man could do than carrying his wife down the aisle to the altar before pleasuring her. 

At the end of the hall there is a door which he kicks open unceremoniously, shutting it behind him with his foot. The room is dark, it's hard to see your surroundings before you're dumped onto a bed, hitting the mattress with an awkward oomph. The bed was soft, a bare mattress that seemed to be stained and slightly dry rotted, but anything is better than an operating table.

Before you could react Eddie grabbed your ankles, tugging you to the edge of the bed. There was something about his strength. He was so.. strong. He manhandled you with ease carrying and dragging you wherever he’d like. It made your cunt tingle as you thought of all the other things he could make you do. 

“ How many do you want? “ he asked, suddenly. The little light in the room allowed you to see his face, there was almost a boyish excitement to him.

“ .. what? How many? “ you asked back, your brain was far too jumbled to make sense of anything right now.

“ Children. “ 

You pause, watching his excitement grow. His smile widened as his eyes glazed over almost, gazing down at you lovingly. 

“ I think I want four.. I think four is the perfect number, “ he said mindlessly, not noticing your surprise, or maybe just not caring. “ Two little boys, two little girls, our perfect little home. Me, you.. And our little babies, “ he giggled in excitement.

Before you could respond you felt pressure against your panties. When you look down you see he's relaxed himself down onto you in the bed, pressing his bulge in his pants against your clothed pussy, you sigh softly as he gently grinds down on you, the sensation pleasant.

“ Maybe we could move to the country. I’d go to work everyday, and you’ll stay home.. cute and swollen.. with me… with.. me.. “ he mumbles under his breath, getting lost in his own fantasies. “ Doesn't that sound wonderful? “ he coaxed.

You nodded. You didn't have much of a say, you knew he was likely volatile. 

He smiled at that, cupping your face with his hand.

“ So agreeable.. Like you’ve been gifted to me by the Lord above, “ he sang softly. His lustful gaze returns to your body. It's like he can't take his eyes off of you. He bites his bottom lip, reaching up to cup your pretty breasts through your bra. 

He quickly reached back, his hands gliding down your shoulder blades to unclip your bra more deftly than you’d expect for a man his size. Gently, he slides the straps down your shoulders, pulling it off in one foul swoop, discarding it without a second thought. 

His eyes snap down to your breasts, shamelessly ogling your boobs. You were his wife after all, why would you care?

Big hands come up to cup your breasts, his thumb gently rubbing over your nipples, watching them harden under his touch. His hands tug on your breasts, squeezing them tenderly. 

“ Mm.. so beautiful, “ he praised mindlessly, like it was his second nature. He leaned in, licking one of your nipples, before latching onto it like a babe. He sucked happily, his other hand tweaking and lightly pinching your other one.

But he doesn't linger for long, his mind racing at a million thoughts a second, all of them about you.

Your panties are gone before you can process it, his big strong hands holding the outsides of your thighs as your legs rest on his shoulders. You don't even remember moving your legs, in hindsight he probably moved them himself.

His eyes are transfixed on your slit, watching in almost childlike wonder. You were so wet, you could feel it, and he could certainly see it. One of his hands comes up to rest on the top of your cunt, his thumb grazing up and down your slit, gently spreading your folds.

“ oh.. darling you dont even have to be altered.. “ he said in amazement, you don't dwell on what that means as he continues to coo. “ such a perfect place to plant my seed, to grow our family, “

He brings his thumb up to his lips, slipping the tip of his thumb in, tasting your juices. His eyes widen, practically sparkling as he tastes you. 

When he pulls his thumb out of his mouth he practically dives in, leaning down to envelope your cunt in his mouth, lapping at the juices leaking out. He hummed in satisfaction, allowing his tongue to push past your folds, licking the outside of your hole meekly.

He brings his hand up to press a finger into your hole, his thick digit rubbing up against your walls experimentally.

“ You know darling, I’ve read many things about women’s bodies, “ he says slowly, “ your body is so powerful.. yet so sensitive. “ he brings his thumb up to gently rub on your clit, most likely a skill he had learned in whatever books he was talking about. You shiver at the sensation, breathing deeply. He notices, and his grin widens. “ Yes, that feels good doesn't it? “ he asked as he pushed another finger in.

You don't know what to say, because yes it does, it feels too good. Why were you doing this? This man was a monster. But you suppose denying an easily agitated serial mutilator wasn't ideal on your list, and the way he grinds on you.. 

“ Mhmm.. feels good.,. “ you manage to whimper out, and that satisfies him. 

He speeds up his fingers, replacing his thumb with his tongue as he lightly sucked on your clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you. You can feel his fingers push up against your walls, trying to find that spot inside you.

He pushes around a few more times before he curls his fingers, hitting that spot perfectly. 

You feel your breath leave you as his ministrations overwhelm you. It was wonderful, you feel your body tensing and tingling as he coaxes an orgasm out of your body. 

He laps up your juice as you cum, curling his tongue inside you as you ride it out.

The moment goes still, he simply stares at you, face to face with your glistening pussy, like he's entranced. He rubs his thumb along your slit, gathering your slick.

You look up to the grimey ceiling, trying to catch your breath as he crawls up, hands on either side of your head as he smiles down at you.  His face is still wet, covered in your juices, which he clearly doesn't plan on wiping off anytime soon.

“ My love, oh my love.. “ he crooned down at you, his voice low, and masculine. It reverberated inside of your mind like an echo in an empty cave. He took your hand, and pressed it against his bulge. It felt big, like big big, like the rest of him. “ Can you feel what you do to me? The way you make me feel.. “

He laid you back gently, spreading your legs with his hands, palming and groping at the fat of your thighs. He unbuckled his pants, pushing them down to reveal muscular thighs, and his cock. He's.. big. Like very big, and deliciously thick, leaking precum down his shaft. He watched you stare at him, stroking himself to your reaction. 

“ Are you ready to consummate our union, darling? “ he asked, his voice manic, but still loving. You, speechless, just nod.

When he slides it it's almost painful, you can feel your body stretch to accommodate his inhumane size. He’s genuinely whimpering over you, his deep voice whiny as your cunt clenches around him.

When he finally bottoms out it's painful, you can't even formulate a thought as you feel the heavy sensation of his cock inside of you. He's definitely enjoying himself though.

“ Oh- ohh darling.. darling darling.. , “ his voice is heavily laced with want, need for your body. He pulls out almost entirely, before slamming back into you.

“ OH- oh gosh- “ you yelp, grabbing onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his torn and tattered dress shirt. He dragged his fat cock along your insides, filling you deliciously. Fuck he was big, and good, so fucking good.

His hand snakes down your stomach, pawing at your flesh as it makes its way to its final destination, your clit. His big strong fingers lazily start to trace circles on your clit, a little shakily, as everytime he thrusted into you your entire body shakes wildly. 

He watched you as he fucked you in pure and total awe. This was the moment he’d been waiting for for years. He was finally becoming a husband, a father, he could finally reach his one and only goal in life.

“ YES-.. oh yes yes you are wonderful, so- wonderful.. warm, wet, welcoming.. “ he babbled above you, drool building up at the corner of his mouth. This was the most enticing sight he’d ever seen, his lovely wife being impregnated. 

“ EDDIE- Eddie-! “ you whine pathetically as his thick cock bullies your insides relentlessly, the loud vulgar sound of your bodies meeting fills the room, along with the wet squelch of your pussy.

“ Darling, sweet girl I am.. awfully sorry but I- ahh.. wont last much longer- “ he murmured as he ducked down to kiss you.

His fingers sped up, his hips sped up, and after one, two, three thrusts you felt yourself orgasm, it was intense, a wave that washed over your limps from head to toe. You cunt tightened around him, and he quickly followed, finishing deep inside of you while frantically kissing you. 

After he finally stilled the room got real quiet.

All of the intense sensations stopped. Eddie had finally stilled on top of you, his heavy, sweaty body pinned yours to the mattress, not that you minded. When Eddie finally pulled himself back to reality he slipped his softened cock out of you.

He leaned down and kissed you a few more times, softly, and sweetly.  “ I love you, dearest, I know we will make a very happy family one day, “

𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑈𝐼𝐿

・Your wedding was spectacular to put it mildly.

・Dancing, music, drinks, lovely assortment of foods. There was nothing you could have wanted. Because it was all upto your taste.

・It's what Thraduil wanted; that you get the wedding you desire. Nothing is too much.

・So, when it was time for the pair of you to leave, he picked you up bridal style and took you to your shared chambers

・He walked you over the threshold and gently placed you down on the bed.

・He loomed over you, white soft hair encasing you

"You wish this, yes?"

"Yes," you said a bit too quickly. But Thranduil didn't notice, because he was just as excitable.

・He pulled off his garments and draped them over a chair. Then came your clothes, which were undone the proper way

・Thranduil hovered over you, knees under your thighs to get a closer position. In one hand he holds your wrists, and in the other hand, he teases your nipple.

"My King!" You near-shouted.

"Yes, my Queen?" Both of you felt breathless.

"Please, fuck me-" you whined, opening your legs even more. Letting him see your wet core.

・One of his hands guided his cock against your cunt and slipped it in.

・You both felt the pressure and moaned.

𝐻𝐴𝐿𝐷𝐼𝑅

・Your wedding night was something you had been waiting for, for a long time.

・You held hands and walked to your now combined quarters.

・When he opened the door, you saw the chambers first - and they were exquisite

"Is it to your liking?" Haldir asked, shutting the door behind him.

"And more..."

・The room looked like it was created from a dream. Flowing curtains, handmade bed, well, everything was handmade.

・You moved to the bed and sat down. You ran a hand over the blanket and then looked at your husband. He seemed ravenous.

・You widened your legs and leaned back, within seconds Haldir was on his knees in front of you. He pushed up your gown, and pulled off your undergarments.

・This made you bare and you blushed.

"You want this?" Haldir asked breathlessly.

・You nodded and let out a meek, "yes."

・He looked at you with such love. Then moved his hands to keep your legs apart while he lowered his face to your cunt.

I can imagine that you would meet Robert at a tournament. You're sitting next to other beautiful ladies from diffrent houses. But unlike them, you weren't slim, let alone petite. Your curvy figure stood out, and even though you wore a flowy dress that made you look even heavier than you actually were, it didn't help much. After all, you could sense their judging glances from far away. It wasn't the first time others had reacted that way toward you. Others, on the other hand, seemed friendly at first, but it didn't take all too long to realize they just wanted to sleep with you.

You were in a marriageable age, but you still had no luck with mens, let alone with love. Your father didn’t want to send you to an old lord either. Even though that would probably have been your only hope, you were grateful that he turned this offer down. “My daughter deserves a permissible man their age." he always said.

And so there you are, sitting in the crowd, waiting for the melee to start. As the Baratheon steps on the field, with his warhammer in his right hand, the crowd began to go wild. He was huge compared to all the other knights and lords. His dark hair made him seem almost untouchable, and above all, his striking dark blue eyes stood out. Many ladies clapped and screamed, with hope to catch his attention for a second. Somewhat surprised by this behavior, you decided to hold back and just enjoy the upcoming fight instead.

Roberts sharp eyes dart through the crowd, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being adored like this. But his gaze stopped abruptly when he noticed you. You were sitting there alone and seemed unremarkable—almost invisible. Yet the lord couldn’t take his eyes off you. Unlike the others, you had larger tits, something he noticed immediately. As he strides toward the women to ask for their blessing, he comes right up to you. He holds out his hammer, his loud, booming laughter instantly silences the crowd. “I hope I’ll receive your blessing too, Mylady.”

For a moment, you couldn't believe what was happening. Was it a dream or a nightmare? Was he perhaps making fun of you? But when you looked into his intense almost greedy eyes, you knew it wasn't a joke. You quickly nodded, managing only a hurried “Of course, Mylord.” out.

Robert didn't just fight in these tournament for fun or for alcohol no, he wanted to get your attention. And he would only recieve it if he wins. He fights like a barbarian, and none of his opponents were even remotely as strong, let alone powerful enough to stand a chance against him. For him you were a beautiful (h/c) haired godess, sent from the gods. And so, on this special day, he crowned you queen of love and beauty. Something that neither you nor the other participants expected.

From that day on, the lord wanted to know everything about you. Once Robert had set his sights on someone, it was hard—almost impossible—to get rid of him. After all, you were constantly on his mind. He would start a war and conquer the Seven Kingdoms just to have you by his side.

One day he would show up at your castle and demand that your father hand you over. Behind him stood an army of men ready to reduce everything to ashes. Your father wasn’t stupid, he knew he couldn’t win a war on that scale. Especially not against Robert Baratheon. Besides, House Baratheon was a great house, which is why it was easy for him to say yes. If this happened against your will, simply, nobody would care. You belong to Robert, and soon you would become his wife, whether you wanted it or not. It doesn't matter.

I think there a two possible ways how he might treat you. Either he would spoil you and give you everything you’ve ever wished for. As long as you submit to him and do what he says, he'll treat you like a queen. Robert adores your body from head to toe and would brag about you to anyone and everyone. Not even Ned is spared.

However, if you stand up to him and fight back, he wouldn't treat you well. As the saying goes "If you act like a whore, I"ll treat you like one." He’d even hit you if you made him angry. And let me tell you, that happens very quickly, especially when he’s been drinking. Plus, he’d put you down and constantly insult you. “Do you think anyone else would love you? Be grateful that you have me, no one else would fuck you ” Your his wife and you better start to act like it.

Escaping is nearly impossible. Even though Robert is often away, he has guards everywhere to keep an eye on you. But if you somehow managed to slip away, he would immediately start a war to find you. And may the gods have mercy on you if you’re with another lord. Let's just say the Lord wouldn't last long. Not if the warhammer crashes down on his head-.

But he wouldn't lock you up, though he didn't need to. His authority alone was enough to make it clear to you who's in charge. And even if you're rebellious and continue to defy him, he'll be able to discipline you.

However, he is a very possessive and jealous man. If anyone stares at you for even a second too long, he gets angry. No other man has the right to stare at you the way he does. His pure fury rains down on anyone who dares to take you away from him. It takes a lot of mens to stop him, and even that is almost impossible. When it comes to you, he knows no mercy.

If someone in his right mind dared to speak bad of you or make fun of your figure, by the gods, this would be a death sentence. He protects the shit out of you, and if anyone ever dared to make you feel sad, he would lose his temper. This man is a ticking time bomb. One minute he's laughing and drinking his wine, and the next one he's smashing someone's jaw.

I also can imagine that Robert has a lot of perverted intentions toward you. I don't think it's any secret that he has a thing for women, especially those who are on the heavier side. All he wants to do is rest his head on your breasts and grope your ass. Was that too much to ask for?

When I say he loves your body, that’s actually an understatement. Especially if you have wide hips and thick thighs. Be prepared for this man to touch you everywhere, especially your tummy. He doesn’t care whether you’re in public or in bed together. I assume that he often slaps your butt, even if you tell him it’s embarrassing, he just starts laughing. Robert will make so many inappropriate, perverted jokes about you and your body. He doesn't care if anoyone hears is or not. "Thank the gods for (Y/n) and her tits. I don't know what to do without them."

Nevertheless, he demands you to give him a heir. After all this was your duty as his wife. Be prepared for him to stumble into your bed every night, drunk, just to get you pregnant. Also, this guy is constantly horny, and you're only making it worse. It works in his favor if you get pregnant fast, maybe then you would finally accept that you belonged to him forever.