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Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader | Spiderman x reader

Summary: Peter’s body is changing and you take this as an opportunity to tease his overstimulated senses.

Warnings: MDNI, SOME SPOILERS ON BND!!, smut, p in v, teasing, peter’s senses are overwhelmed, if yall know that one fanart of peter’s wrist being teased and web coming out of it….yeah i based a part of the fic on that, i got the idea on a comment i saw made by @secretlifeofthemakz

Notes: first marvel fic and of course it’s smut hahaha please go easy on me. I watched the movie the other day and oh my godddd it made me cry twice. Anyways, I’ve liked spiderman since forever and I’ve gotten back to writing recently so I figured why not write about him hehe and as always REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Word count: 2.5k

Peter’s head was ringing. It’s been hurting for the past few weeks but it was getting to the point of it being unbearable for him not to mind it.

“E.V. what’s the status for the facial recognition tracking on–” Peter squeezes his eyes shut, the pain in his head almost booming. His hands were on his head, trying to numb the pain away by putting force against it. Peter collapses on the floor, blacking out.

When he regained his consciousness, he could hear a muffled scream somewhere nearby, like someone calling his name. He was groggy and confused by all the spider webs around his body. Peter tore through the layers and fell on the ground with a loud thud. He groans, senses askew and the veins on his wrists thumping against his skin.

“Peter! What the hell?!” You ran towards him, checking on him and touching his face. “Why were you all cocooned up on the ceiling?” You asked confused and somewhat frantic.

“What do you mean?” Peter looks up and sees the torn up cocoon and shakes his head, “I–I don’t know. My head was hurting and I blacked out.”

“I’ve been calling you since yesterday. I thought something happened to you!” You exclaimed, handing Peter a glass of water. Peter runs his palm across his face, looking around at his now very messy and webby apartment. He drinks a bit of water before placing the glass down on the table. The apartment looked like several web bombs detonated inside it. He grabbed his messed up suit off his desk and turned to look at you.

I sighed and nodded, “Yes, you can sleep at my place while we clean this place up.”

“Thanks! Thank you, I’m sorry I just need to figure out what happened to me.” Peter murmurs as he looks at his screen. You walked over and squeezed his shoulder, “Peter you need to rest. C’mon you really worried me. Can this take a pause until tomorrow morning at least?" You pleaded, voice laced with worry.

Peter looked over at you, at how big and round your eyes were and sighed, “Okay, okay.” His hands lifted off the keyboard and shoved his suit and laptop in his backpack while pulling on his web-covered clothes, patting the clothes down until most of the web was off.

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Although Peter promised not to work for the day, he couldn’t help himself when he got to your apartment. He was typing on his laptop, charts of his DNA and hormone levels plastered on the screen. “The diagnostics test shows that there is a surge on your arachnid DNA, Peter.” E.V. says through the screen.

“A surge? What–?” Peter murmurs, “What are the causes for this surge, E.V.?” he asks, but he felt his head ringing again, almost deafening that he couldn’t hear the explanation properly. Peter could feel as if he was in and out of consciousness.

When Peter gained his senses and consciousness back, he saw you, concerned and shaking his shoulders awake. Peter squints, something off with his senses. He heard a loud booming sound coming from somewhere. He snaps his head to the direction of the sound of water dripping down the kitchen sink. He groans, hands over his ears. “Warning! Your senses are overwhelmed. Warning! Your senses are overwhelmed, Peter.” E.V. says.

You tried getting his attention, touching his arm to try and ground him. Peter moved erratically, “No, no, please don’t! Argh!” He groans in panic, hands clutching his skull as he tries to focus on calming his nerves down. You stood there motionless, not wanting to set anything off or trigger Peter in some way. After a few minutes, he finally felt balanced again, body plopping down on your bed. His breathing slowed and he looked up at you. “I feel..I’m okay now,” he says quietly.

The surge of arachnid DNA not only heightened his senses but for some reason, organic web was suddenly shooting out of his wrist too. “Is that something you did before?” You asked as ropes of webs went out from within his wrists.

“No, my body didn’t do this before.” Peter says, disgusted as he pressed on his wrist and shots of webs splurted out again across the room. He visibly gagged, shaking his head. “Why are you disgusted? It’s from your body!” you exclaimed, chuckling at how he almost puked. You went to him and held his wrist, “Is this okay?” You asked, thumb running over his skin in an attempt to calm him down. Peter nods, breath hitching at the sensation. Your touch felt like fire against his skin and he gulped, trying not to react.

Your thumb lightly traced over the protruding veins, “Does it hurt?” you asked, pressing slightly on it.

Peter bit his lip, almost whining as he shook his head. “No…it just feels weird.” He mutters, eyes hyperfocused on how your thumb was running along the vein, how your small hand was wrapped around his wrist.

You observed Peter, his facial expressions clear as day that he was holding something back. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” you ask again, pressing on the vein. This time, Peter lets out a soft grunt, small spurts of webs coming out of his wrist. “Don’t do that, it feels really weird.” He gasps, ears turning red at how hot and bothered his body was becoming from the small touch alone.

You noticed how flustered Peter was becoming and you knew what it meant all too well. “Is this…turning you on?” You asked, rubbing the pad of your thumb over his wrist again. Peter squeezed his eyes shut, chest heaving quickly. He nods his head, “I don’t know why…it’s probably because of my body being all messed up right now.”

“Do you want me to stop?” You ask softly, halting your hand from any further movements. Peter breathes out through his nose, “I–yes…no…keep going.” he replied, voice low and raspy.

You began drawing circles on his wrist, making Peter’s hand twitch, body tensing at how sensitive it felt there for some reason. Peter gulps, trying to suppress a moan that was threatening to leave his mouth. Your eyes trailed down to the growing tent in his pants briefly and chuckled softly to yourself. “Can I try something?” I murmured softly, body hovering and pressing yourself down against him.

“What are you doing?! I don’t think this is the right time for us to…do that.” Peter stifles a gasp as he feels your warm body pressed against him, your core above where he was aching.

“No? Should I stop then?” You ask, thumb grazing over the veins of his wrist again while you kiss the side of his neck. Peter sucks in a breath, his free hand squeezing at your hip. “I don’t know.” He replies, gritting his teeth at the overwhelming amount of pleasure flowing inside his body from the small stimulation.

“Well maybe I can keep going until you figure out your answer?” You whisper against his ear, the hairs on his neck standing up. Your thumb began rubbing on the skin of his wrist once more and Peter let out a soft sigh, hand tightening against your hip. Small spurts of web were starting to come out of the center of his wrist and it urged you to keep prodding and touching it. “Fuck….it feels really…” Peter lets out a choked gasp, hand tensing and clenching into a fist. You continued kissing his neck, trailing your mouth upwards until it met his. Peter let out a low groan as he kissed you back. You could feel his arm tensing more and more until a specific press on his vein made ropes of webs come out from his wrist. Peter’s breaths were shaky, low soft whimpers leaving his throat.

“Wow that was…really…wow.” You said, watching as the last bits of web came out. Peter’s face was beet red and he squeezed on your hip once more. When he opened his eyes, it was pitch black, no whites to be found. “Peter?” Your voice was laced with confusion.

With a deep breath, Peter flips your position over on the bed, with him hovering above you. “You are not allowed to do that anymore until I’ve done further research on it.” His voice was low and husky, crashing his mouth against yours. The sudden change in demeanor shocked you more than anything but, it was still Peter, you know it. So you let him kiss you harshly, fingers threading along his soft wavy hair.

Peter groans at the feeling, his sense of touch seemingly heightened in multiple parts of his body. He deepened the kiss, biting at your bottom lip as his hands made its way to your wrists, pinning them down on the bed. You gasp against his mouth, pelvis moving and trying to feel some sort of contact with his body.

Peter has always tried to be gentle with you, the best he can. There were times when the stress and frustration of his job would make him fuck you harder with the need to release some of that pent up stress. But this was relatively new; Peter being more openly dominant with you.

Peter was yet to fully grasp how to control the organic webs that came out of him but at that very moment he was able to shoot a web to keep your wrists pinned down above your head. He swiftly pulls off his shirt, throwing them somewhere on the ground.

“Hey, that’s unfair!” You exclaimed, whining needily at the need to touch and feel Peter. Your hips bucked up, clothed core slightly grazing at Peter’s tent. “Just…let me.” He whispers, eyes still fully black and filled with need. You stared up at him and softly said, “That’s still you right, Peter?” as if just asking for reassurance that Peter was still present.

Peter nods, “Yeah, it’s still me. My body is just trying to cope with the changes happening and I can’t figure it out yet.” He leans down and kisses you tenderly, his eyes briefly turning back to normal for a few seconds before turning back to black. You nod, a silent show of willingness and consent for him to do whatever he pleases.

Peter practically rips your shirt in half, pulling your shorts down like an animal in heat. His movements were more erratic and needy and uncontrolled than usual and you just let him, a soft gasp leaving your lips as cold air brushed against your now naked form.

Peter breathes in, hands squeezing and groping at your chest down to your waist. His fingers hurriedly fumbled at the button of his pants, pulling his cock out. He leans down, lips on yours in a needy desperate kiss. His free hand pulled on the webs that were keeping your hands pinned down, breaking your wrists free. Your hands immediately went to his hair, pulling on it and eliciting an unrestrained groan from Peter.

He broke the kiss, body perching between your legs further. He bit his lip, rubbing his shaft up and down the center of your folds before he suddenly pushed inside you, splitting you open. You let out a loud choked moan, nails digging on the skin of Peter’s forearms. “Peter! Wait—” You whimpered as Peter continued pushing his cock deeper and deeper until he reached the hilt. Peter lets out a low guttural grunt, head thrown back slightly as the sensation of your tight warm cunt overwhelmed him.

“Fuck…” He groans out, words drawn out of his mouth. He began thrusting hard and fast, not giving you the time to adjust to his size. His hands went down to the back of your thighs, pushing your legs apart and your knees towards your chest.

You let out a strangled whimper, head thrown back further into the pillow as Peter plowed desperately inside your cunt. Your hands fisted on the sheets, mouth hanging open as the pleasure of being pounded rendered you unable to think properly anymore.

Peter leaned down, his weight pressing and holding your body in place as he sloppily kissed you. You whined sweetly, kissing him back with your eyes squeezed shut. Peter pulls away slightly, hot breaths mingling in the air. You noticed the way his pace changed slightly, still fast and deep but with a quiet tenderness to it. You managed to open your eyes and saw that his eyes were back to normal again, not fully black anymore. “Can I keep going? Is this okay for you?” He whispers shakily, trying not to thrust beyond what you can handle. You nod frantically, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you replied, “Just keep going, Peter. Don’t hold back, I can take it.”

Peter let out a needy low groan, almost a whimper as he nodded and hugged your thighs flushed against his chest. His thrusts began growing vigorous again, panting softly as your tight pussy hugs and squeezes at his aching shaft. “Shit…shit…it feels really good. You’re doing so well.” He murmurs desperately, the pace of his movements growing erratic, the tip of his cock prodding at your cervix. You let out hoarse choked moans as your hands tried grabbing at him, needy for any kind of contact.

Peter notices this and leans down towards you, your legs on the sides of his torso. Peter flushed his body against yours, thrusts erratic and unbelievably deep. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, fingernails scratching along his back as a flurry of gasps and moans left your mouth.

“Oh God, I’m so close. Can I? Can I come inside you again like before?” Peter whispers, gritting his teeth as if he was only waiting for your response before he fully allows himself to let go.

“Come inside me, Peter. Please–please I want it–” you whimpered out, gasping and hips bucking uncontrollably. With one final thrust, Peter lets out a hoarse needy moan as he comes inside you, painting your walls white. You could feel the warm fluids filling up your cervix and you could only gasp and pull on his hair as your climax followed.

With a few shaky breaths, Peter pulls out of you, giving you a kiss on the forehead. He stares at you, at how sweaty and unfocused and tired you were. “Was that okay?” he whispers, worried that he might have gone overboard.

You nod your head with a breathless smile, “It was more than okay, Peter.” Peter beams brightly at your response, the same boyish smile you came to love plastered on his face.

His hand goes to caress your cheek, pressing a kiss on the side of your mouth. “I really do need to figure out what’s going on with my body though.”

“Yeah, yeah you should ...Or maybe we can go again and you can figure it out first thing tomorrow?” I suggested mischievously, eyes twinkling.

Peter turns his head to look at his laptop, contemplating whether or not to take the bait. With a soft surrendered chuckle, he says, “Fine. Okay, just one more round and then I go back to work.”

Thank you so much for the request, Anon! I didn’t think anyone would request but I’m so happy you did hehe i hope you enjoy the story bc I had so much fun writing this oneee

— Warm Springs After Cold Winters

Pairing: Robb Stark x Fem! Lannister Reader | Robb Stark x Lannister Reader

Warnings: smut, p in v, fingering, cunnilingus, breeding kink, Robb takes his sweet time with you

Notes: it’s fun and challenging to write a story based on a request haha i really enjoyed doing this one! If you guys liked this, you can check my other robb smut fic and i also did a toxic!jaime smut fic :> Feel free to request prompts!

Word count: 2.8k

Robb wasn’t expecting to bring a wife home to Winterfell after winning the war. With all that happened between the Starks and Lannisters, he most certainly did not plan to have Cersei’s daughter as his wife either.

“Brother, please spare her. She has been nothing but kind while you were off winning the war. She’s not like her family. She stood as my sister and defended me against Joffrey and Cersei’s cruelty.” Sansa pleaded to Robb.

And as if Robb needed any more convincing, Arya also spoke, energetic and stubborn as she always was, “It is true, brother! She helped me quietly get out of the city after our father…” her voice trailed off, looking away. The memory is too painful to even be uttered with her own mouth. Robb could only nod and ruffle Arya’s hair, a quiet way to tell her that she need not to say more.

Robb has quite the distaste for the Lannisters, but he wanted to make his sisters happy. The gods know they deserved the warm green spring after experiencing the cold winters of war. So he agreed to take you as his wife despite the cries of protest from Cersei about how she will not let her daughter be married to a Stark. The unity would not only seal his victory, but it would also make Sansa and Arya happy.

You were not opposed to marrying Robb. Truth be told, you were quite happy to marry him, even though your mother willed against it. You agreed almost immediately when he asked your hand for marriage, his sisters behind him quietly cheering you on.

You quietly rooted for Robb during the war. Though you never openly expressed it to anyone besides Sansa, worried that your vile brother, Joffrey, would threaten you with treason and execute you too. You looked up to him, not just as a soldier with magnificent tactical strategy, but as a person who possessed true honor, respect for duty, and a deep love for his family. The Lannisters had none of those qualities, with the exception of your mother that despite bad decisions as the Queen, loved you deeply as her child. Your heart warmed at the thought of marrying a man who was the complete opposite of everything you know and see in your own family.

Your enthusiasm was not lost on Robb, piercing blue eyes quietly observing your demeanor and how seemingly accepting you were of becoming his wife.

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“I would like to thank you for what you did for my sisters back in King’s landing, my lady.” Robb spoke on the first night back at Winterfell, voice softly and smooth whilst he opened the door of the shared chambers for you. You stepped inside, nodding at him as you replied, “I only did what I felt was right, your grace.”

Your voice was sweet, sincere and untainted by malice. Robb could feel the warmth inside his chest spreading quietly, though he tried not to get swayed quickly.

It was your first proper night together as husband and wife since the wedding ceremony at King’s Landing. Robb kicked off his boots, hands unbuttoning his doublet, leaving him with only his tunic. You cleared your throat, eyes darting elsewhere even though he was still fully clothed. Robb almost chuckled, an amused expression plastered on his face. His footsteps echoed quietly across the wooden floorboards as he walked and stood behind you. “Do you need help with your dress, princess?” he asked, almost teasingly.

You bit your lip, head nodding softly. You felt Robb’s big calloused hands ghosting over your waist before going to the laces of the dress, loosening the knots with ease. Robb was keen to see how your body tensed and reacted to his closeness, his touch. The way you responded even with little to no contact, made his heart beat just a little faster. Your obvious inexperience made Robb want to give you a satisfyingly pleasurable night. With the war over, his mind wasn’t on battle strategies, but now on the woman in front of him. He was still a young man, after all.

His eyes trailed down your neck, the way your blonde hair was swept to one side to make it easier for him to undo the laces on the back of your dress. He watched as your shoulders rose and fell gently with every breath you took. And for the first time since the war, he felt himself getting aroused at the presence of a woman, at your presence before him.

He stepped closer behind your back, voice a tinge husky as he spoke, “May I, my lady?”

You felt his warm breath almost fanning the skin of your neck, making you gulp at the feeling. You knew what he was asking permission for. And so, with a shaky breath, you shyly nodded your head.

A shy Lannister. Robb could barely contain his amusement of it, an airy chuckle leaving his nostrils. With your permission, his lips ghosted just above the skin where your neck and shoulders meet. His hands gently placed themselves on your waist as he whispered, “Are you sure of this, princess?”

Princess, almost an endearment to you. Your ears perked up, a tint of pink to it. “Yes, my King.” you responded, voice shy but nevertheless eager. Robb’s heart swelled, your words a quiet pledge of loyalty to him, your king.

Robb’s lips pressed against the skin of your neck, trailing soft kisses down to your shoulder blades. His hands carefully pulled on the sleeves of your loosened dress until it fell and pooled on your feet. Your chemise was thin and almost translucent, the silhouette of your frame partially seen, mingling with the low warm light of the fireplace. Robb squeezed your waist, gently turning you to face him. “Am I really your King, my lady?” He asked, eyes twinkling. You looked up at him, mouth slightly agape as you nodded your head reverently.

Your quiet show of devotion and submission made his cock throb, warmth pooling on his stomach. Robb smiled at you, a soft genuine one before he leaned down and captured your lips in a gentle kiss. Your arms went to wrap around Robb’s neck, knees almost bucking from the kiss alone. Robb chuckled against your lips, deepening the kiss as his hands tightened its hold on your waist to keep you upright. He gently nips at your bottom lip, eliciting a quiet whine from you. He shuffled the two of you towards the bed, the kiss not breaking as your body hit the soft furs on the mattress. Robb could feel the tightness in his pants growing, but he paid no mind to it, his attention solely on you.

He pulled away from the kiss, body perched between your legs as he hovered above you. “Do you wish to continue, princess?” he asks with quiet concern masked as a tease.

“I do. Please continue, my king.” You whispered back to him, hands cupping his face and pulling him down for another kiss.

What started out as gentle and soft, the kiss now grew bolder and desperate with the need to satiate a hunger that Robb didn’t know existed. His lips trailed from your mouth to your neck, taking in the sweet scent and heat radiating off your skin. You let out a soft whimper, the hairs on your arms standing. Robb’s hands began exploring your body, rough calloused hands ghosting over your thigh, chemise rising and bunching up near your hips.

Robb momentarily squeezes your waist before pulling away to look at you. “May I?” He asks, voice low and raspy as he gently tugs on your thin clothing. “Just keep going, my King. I am all yours to have and to touch.” Robb’s chest heaved, kissing the side of your mouth before pulling off your clothes completely. Robb almost held his breath at the sight before him. Your body curved and dipped in all the right places, your chest was heaving in anticipation. In this moment, you were less of a lion and more of a cat with its eyes wide open, pupils dilated.

Robb gulped, leaning and giving you a soft chaste kiss. “How can I hold back when you look this pretty, hm?” He whispered against your ear, hands traveling from your waist to your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. You let out a soft gasp, fingers treading and pulling on his soft dark curly locks. Robb’s ears perked up at the reaction, your gasp a sign that he was touching you right, and he was delighted. His hand continued to squeeze on one tit, mouth trailing kisses down your chest until it reached the soft peak of your breast. His piercing blue eyes looked up at you and you could only stare back at him with your mouth agape, breathing uneven. Robb began suckling on your nipple while his hand gave attention to the other, tugging and twisting at it lightly.

You sucked in a breath as you pulled on his hair, eliciting a low soft groan from Robb. He returned the favor by sucking harder on your tit which made you moan out softly. He smirked against your soft plush skin before pulling away. With a swift motion, Robb pulls off his tunic, standing briefly to shimmy out of his pants, clothes discarded messily on the floor. Your legs squeezed shut at the absence of his body between them. Robb took the time to appreciate your naked form on the bed. How your legs were closed, knees touching, the way your blonde hair was sprawled out on the pillow, and the way your eyes stared up at him, big and nervous and full of anticipation.

Robb placed his hands on your knees, prying them open as he perched between your legs. You whimpered, eyes trailing down to his hairy chest to his throbbing cock that stood proudly from the bushes, already slick with precum. “We’ll get there soon, princess. I want to take my time with you.” He murmurs, voice dripping with desire.

The palm of his hands rubbed along your inner thighs before pushing them further apart. You let out a soft sweet moan, legs tensing and attempting to clamp shut to hide the sweet honeypot between them. Robb grunted, pushing them apart with a bit more force as his face hovered just above the center. You gasped, “Your face is too close to it, Robb.” The honorifics dropped at how flustered you were by the sight between your legs.

Robb chuckles, not offended at the first name basis. “Just trust me, ye’?” He murmurs before his face dove down, arms wrapped underneath your thighs to hold you in place as his tongue draws a line from your cunt to your clit. You threw your head back against the pillows, hands finding its way to his hair, pulling at it roughly. Robb groaned at the feeling, tongue teasingly flicking on your clit before sucking on it, nose buried against your skin. A choked moan erupts from the back of your throat, hands tugging desperately at his hair as the pleasure overwhelmed your senses almost immediately. Robb gave a few more sucks and flicks on your clit before the tip of his tongue prodded against the entrance of your cunt. He looked up at you, at the mess you were becoming before he lapped and pushed his tongue against your tight wet pussy. Your legs quivered, almost closing around Robb’s head but his strong hands wouldn’t let it. A flurry of needy pants and moans echoed in the chambers, hands pulling on his hair and pushing on his head, whether to push them away or to bury his face deeper against your core, you didn’t know.

Robb’s cock throbbed, aching with the need to feel the warmth of your cunt. He freed his hand from your thigh, pushing a finger inside your aching core while his tongue lapped on your folds. You let out a high-pitched squeak, legs quivering, back arching from the pleasure of his mouth and finger alone. “Robb, wait–!” you gasped out. Robb pumped his finger in and out, your desperate pleas only fueling him further. After a few more pumps, he pulled his finger out, wet slick covering it as it left you.

Your body trembled at the sudden loss of stimulation, but it wasn’t long before he hovered above you, breath thick with arousal that he couldn’t hide anymore. Robb captured your lips for a kiss, cock rubbing between the folds, your wetness coating the tip. “I will go slow, princess.” he whispers, and you could only nod, body tensing as it prepared to take in your swollen cock.

Slowly, Robb pushed the head of his member inside your cunt, groaning and sucking in a breath with his head thrown back slightly. A low moan leaves his lips as he continues splitting you open from within. “Fuck, you are so tight, princess.” he mutters, voice hoarse. You let out a loud desperate cry, fingernails scratching along your forearms. Robb couldn’t hold it anymore and bottomed out inside your cunt with one full thrust. Your nails dug on his skin, sharp moans and gasps filling the entire room. Robb leaned and buried his face on the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning your skin.

“It feels full inside, my King.” you were barely able to speak, words coming out choked and broken. Hearing those words made something inside Robb snap, cock twitching as his ego swelled. He left sloppy kisses on your neck as he began thrusting. He knows of his promise to take it slow, but his dick wanted nothing more than to fuck you senseless now. His hands gripped on your hips and began pounding inside you.

“Gods, you feel so good, princess.” he groans, eyes glued to how your loud needy moans spilled out of your mouth, how your tits bounced to the rhythm of his thrusts, how growingly messy and undone you were becoming beneath him.

Robb’s hands went to the back of your legs, pushing your knees against your chest. He leaned over, his weight pressing more against you as he slammed his cock inside your cunt hard and fast. A sweet loud cry erupted from your throat, as Robb continued to fuck you relentlessly. You chased and slammed your lips against his, kiss sloppy and messy as you mewled and whimpered. You pulled on his hair, trying to find something to hold onto as warmth began pooling in your abdomen. Robb pulled away from the kiss, soft raspy grunts mingling with the hot thick air circling between you both.

He continued pounding, wet sloppy sounds resounding across the room as he drills your needy cunt with his big fat cock. Your moans were growing desperate, squeaks and whimpers flowing out of your mouth. “Are you close, my princess?” he grunts against your ear, thrusts not changing its harsh pace. You nodded frantically, brain unable to come up with a verbal response. Your small needy hands clutched and tugged at Robb’s hair, moans now coming out as broken squeaky gasps. “F–fuck, fuck– Robb, I–” Your words were unintelligible, insides coiling. Robb lets his weight push your knees further against your chest, quiet groans leaving his mouth as he speaks, “It’s okay, princess. Don’t be shy, just let it out. Let go for me.”

With a loud choked flurry of broken moans, you came, your insides squeezing and hugging Robb’s cock. The way your cunt tightened and salvated around his cock overwhelmed him. With a loud grunt, he pushes his cock, kissing your cervix as he shoots his cum inside you, coating your walls. His breath was shaky, forehead pressed against the crook of your near as the last bit of cum left his cock.

He gave you a soft gentle kiss on the lips before pulling away and plopping down beside you. For a few minutes, only the sound of you and him catching your breaths can be heard. Your body spasmed weakly, an aftershock from the sex. Robb noticed and pulled you close against his chest, fingers idly tracing circles on your back. “Was it too much, princess?” He asks quietly, searching for your eyes. You shook your head, a soft smile on your lips, “Not at all, my King. It was perfect.”

The rhythm of hearts eventually slowed, the beats united as if it were one. Robb kissed your forehead as he felt your body go slump against his. He stared at the way you looked during your sleep, and he felt his heart warming. He brushed your hair out of your face and quietly whispered, “You did well, my Queen.”

Right then, it didn’t matter anymore that you were a Lannister, that you were Cersei’s child. You were just you in his eyes now, beautiful and kind and his to love. He didn’t feel the wariness and doubt he once had when he agreed to marry you for the sake of making his sisters happy and to secure his victory. He just felt warm and tender inside. And quietly, he thought, I am happy to have married you.

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x female!reader

Summary: Jaime pays a visit to the brothel to procure the services of his favorite whore.

Warnings : MDNI, smut, p in v, manhandling, fingering, breeding (?) disregard for reader's comfort in sex, jaime is avoidant and doesn't want to deal with his emotions so he will fuck the reader's brains out instead, based some of his personality on the NSFW alphabet by @a-breath-of-pipeweed

Notes: second smut fic I have ever completed and honestly, writing a toxic smut was easier than when i wrote the sweet smut for Robb. I want to keep writing but I'm running out of ideas. If yall have suggestions please let me know!

Word count: 1.8k

Jaime pushed open the door with a loud thud, the clanking of his armor and sword drawing attention, not that he complained about it. His eyes scanned the brothel until he saw what he came for.

“Duty calls, my lovely whore.” His cocky voice booming as he walked over to you. You stood up from the plush couch like clockwork like you were already expecting his presence tonight.

You closed the door of the private room just behind the brothel while Jaime begins removing his armor, metal clanking as it hits the wooden floor with a loud thud. He placed his sword on top of the table. “Hurry now, I have a lot of stress I need taken care of.”

You shuffle quickly towards the bed, loose dress falling to your feet before you perched yourself on the edge of the bed. Jaime moves toward you like a predator about to pounce on its prey. “I really do love how absolutely dutiful you are as a whore.” His hand cups your face, thumb running along your bottom lip before he smacks your face lightly, just enough to hurt and turn your cheek red. “I don’t even have to order you to remove your dress. You just willingly offer yourself to me with such ease, is that right?” He smirks, eyes glinting.

Jaime hovers above you, his presence alone overwhelming because you know how he could be in bed. Jaime was the complete opposite of a gentle lover. He was always rough and commanding, not wanting anyone else to be in control for control was only his to have and wield. His big calloused hands grips on your waist tightly as he lifts and fixes your position on the bed. You winced slightly at the way he manhandles you, skin burning with how tight he grips at your waist. He chuckles, face smug as he speaks “I haven’t done anything to you yet, love. Don’t go making noises this early.”

He calls you his whore, his slut, and sometimes love. But you know by now that it was just a word without meaning. A feeble attempt to be sweet before he ravishes and feasts on you, spitting out the bone when he’s done.

Jaime doesn’t waste another second, crashing his lips against yours roughly. The kiss is never sweet nor tender, always harsh and desperate. He nips at your bottom lip, tugging at it slightly you fear it will leave a bruise, again. His hands had a mind of their own too, groping at your breasts and pinching the nipple with a force that makes you tremble and whimper beneath him.

His lips trailed down your neck, sucking on the skin until it turned a deep shade of red. You drew a shaky moan, protesting, “Jaime…I told you not to leave marks on me.”

“Oh, did you? I must have forgotten.” He teases, leaving another mark on your skin anyways. “Jaime, no more marks. You promised last time that that was the last time.” You gasp, hands traveling to his blonde hair with a slight tug.

He grunts at the protest while the feeling of your tug on his hair coils straight down his cock. “My sweet gullible little whore.” he murmurs against your ear. “You should know by now not to trust my words.”

His lips continued their descent, a cascade of hickeys at its wake. “You’re mine. My slut to use, and I will do whatever I please.” his voice condescending as he reminds you of your position in this.

His mouth hovered on your chest, kissing around your nipple softly that you almost believed he would take it easy on you tonight. But then he sucks on it harshly, using his teeth to tug on your nipple roughly, that it elicits a pained moan from you. Jaime only smirks against your skin, tongue flicking against it like an insincere apology.

He pulls away, hand ghosting over your stomach and into your inner thighs. Your legs clamped shut at the burning sensation of his touch, but he shakes his head and forcefully pushes them apart. “No, no. None of that, love. You only close them when I allow you to.”

His fingers trace circles near your aching hole and he’s purposely doing it in a painfully agonizing pace. His lips slightly curved upwards as he watched your body quiver with the need to be touched. “You poor fucking thing. You’re shaking this much already?” his voice dripped with sadism.

Just when you are about to retaliate, he pushes his finger between your folds, knuckle deep instantly. You let out a loud surprised moan, hands clutching on the soft sheets beneath. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open as he works his fingers inside you, bending them slightly to prod at your sweet spot.

He leans over, watching every expression on your face before deciding to press his lips against yours. He kisses you almost sweetly, as if the kiss was meant to anchor you while his fingers harshly fucks you. You were surprised because he almost never kisses you this way. Your arms move to wrap around his neck and he suddenly nips at your bottom lip. You whimper, hands pulling on the hair on the back of his head instead.

Jaime felt war happening inside him when you attempted to wrap your arms lovingly around him during the kiss. And rather than welcome it, he would rather hurt you to flush the idea out of his head. He tries to clear his mind by relentlessly fucking his fingers inside your tight cunt until you were begging for him to go slower. “Jaime–slo–slower please–” you gasp with an air of desperation and he pauses for a bit before starting all over again.

When he pulls his fingers away, it is coated with your warm slick and it does something to him, cock throbbing inside his pants. He swiftly removes the rest of his clothes and flips you over callously so that you are lying on your stomach. You could feel his weight press down on you, the tip of his cock rubbing against the entrance of your cunt before pushing it inside fully, splitting you open. You let out a sharp shriek at the sudden intrusion, face burying against the pillows to muffle the sounds.

Jaime gulps as he heard your pained sounds, but he just couldn’t bring himself to be gentle with you. Worried that the space of gentleness would mean space for care and emotion, he swallows the space whole by tearing you apart. He makes no real effort to go slow nor to let you adjust to his girth and length. Instead, he pulls on your hair from the base of your skull while he thrusts and slams his cock inside your tight hole. “Don’t muffle those sounds now.” he groans, head thrown back as his cock kisses your cervix.

You let out a choked sob, the sensation of getting your hair pulled roughly and your insides drilled, overwhelming your senses. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape as broken squeaked moans tore from your throat. Jaime continues to pound you with great force and speed, balls slapping against your ass.

His grip on your hair loosens, letting your head lull and press right back down on the pillow. His hand holds onto your hip, guiding its movements against him while the other hand ghosts over yours, intertwining his fingers with yours in a tight hold. You moans grew messy, huffing while your body jerked towards him unconsciously.

You can feel his hot breath fanning against the back of your neck, “You’re mine. Your cunt is mine, do you hear me?” He growls near your ear. You couldn’t respond, lips filled with broken moans and muffled whimpers. “I want to hear you say it. Say it, love.” he breathes heavily, pace still relentless. With the little strength you had, you turned your head slightly and sobbed, “I’m yours–all yours.”

Jaime sucked in a breath, the submission and the words of devotion doing something to his heart. He couldn’t understand what it was, didn’t want to understand what was brewing within him. In return, he sank his teeth where the shoulder meets your neck and bit down. A shattered yelp bubbled from your throat, fingers tightening its grasp on his and he in turn, held your hand tighter.

Jaime pulled his cock out and you gasped at the sudden loss of feeling inside. He flips you over, wanting to see your face. Your eyes were closed, mouth open as moans flowed out of it as his cock filled up your insides again. Jaime bit back a moan, a small choked groan tearing at his throat instead. He leans forward, forehead against yours as hot breath mingled in the air. His hands held onto yours again, pinning them down near the side of your head as he continued thrusting deep and hard. He opened his eyes only to be met with your vulnerably pleasured expression. Your eyebrows were scrunched together, eyes squeezed shut so tight you were almost tearing up, mouth a flurry of moans, your hot breath almost intoxicating, and he felt his heart hammering inside his chest.

Jaime gulps, his thrusts remaining vigorous as the sight of your face alone made his stomach tighten. His thrusts grew more erratic and as his cock bottomed out needlessly deep inside you, his body trembled and came. You let out a hoarse violent moan, “Ja–Jaime don’t!” you pleaded but it was already too late for pleas as ropes of his cum were already shooting and coating your insides. With a husky low grunt, he pulls out, fluids overflowing from your pussy.

Your body loses the rest of its strength, breathless, and body going limp. Your eyes were glassy and unfocused as it stared up at Jaime and you swear you could see his expression go tender, almost worried. But in a blink of an eye, his usual smirk returned as he plopped down beside you. Soft quick pants filled the room, the both of you trying to catch your breath.

He pulls you close to him, thumb drawing mindless circles around your arm. You let your eyes close as he spoke, “You took me so well, love.” Your eyes shot open at the sudden praise. He never praised you, never. Before you could lift your head up fully to look at his face, he scratched your head and gently pushed it back down. “Go to sleep. Go to sleep before I change my mind and leave your body to shiver alone.” His voice was soft and quiet.

You felt your heart beating faster by the second, And though you know that when the sun rises tomorrow, he will go back to treating you like a good-for-nothing whore, you let your heart fill up with emotions.

Jaime stared at the ceiling, feeling your body slumping, breath evening out. His thumb continues to caress your arm, heart beating inexplicably fast at the feeling of your closeness, how trusting and obedient you were for him no matter how horribly he treats you. With a gulp, he shakes his head and closes his eyes, not wanting to name the emotion filling up his chest.

Pairing: Robb Stark x wife!reader

Summary: After winning another battle against the Lannisters, Robb’s wife offers to help take away his exhaustion.

Warnings: MDNI, fingering, p in v, breeding kink (of course), smut

Notes: this is probably the first proper smut fic that I finished writing so please be kind hahaha. I’m currently watching GOT and i just love Robb’s character so far. I’ve read fics of him here and was inspired to write my own :p

Word count: 1.9k

Robb Stark is a man of great dignity and honor, one befitting of a Stark, nay a king. He has always carried himself so well that even the bannermen that swore allegiance to his late father, Eddard Stark, have come to respect him. But to you, he was just Robb. Not the King in the North, not the commander of an army that won three battles against the Lannisters.

His soldiers set up camp, another victory from battle in the palm of their hands. Robb’s heavy boots and armor entered the tent, a tired grunt after a day’s hard work of leading and winning. “Another battle won by the king in the North. You did well, my King.” You rose from the plush makeshift bed laid on the floor, a stack of thick fur blankets and pillows. He seldom asked help with removing his armor and so you wait for him to have it in his hands before you grab and place it properly on the table.

“Aye, but we have countless more battles to face before we truly win this war.” His voice husky and tired as he spoke. “And you will win them all, my King.” You encouraged him with a soft warm voice. Robb kicked his boots off carelessly, too tired to worry about miniscule matters. His large frame plopped on the makeshift bed, a soft weary sigh leaving his lips.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, idly playing with Robb's dark curly hair asking, “Is there anything I can do to take away your exhaustion, my King?”

Robb let an airy chuckle out his nose and mouth, “You should not utter those words carelessly to me.” He lifts his hand and gently tucked your hair on the back of your ear. “C’mere” He gently ushers, and you lean in softly, lips meeting. The kiss started out slow, the palms of his hands resting against either side of your face. You turn your body slightly for comfort, nearly on top of him as lips continue to mingle with one another. He lifted his upper body slightly off the bed, a hand trailing down to your waist, pushing weight upon it to urge you to lay down on the mattress. You eagerly follow his quiet command, body sinking into the fur sheets beneath.

He hovers above you, staring down at you. Your eyes trail to all of his facial features as if committing them to memory. His tired but loving blue eyes, slightly pinkish lips, and his facial hair that makes him look less like a boy and more a man. And that hair, oh his hair, that no matter the weather seems to curl and fall in just the right places.

You bite your bottom lip softly, hands cupping his weary face. “You’re so pretty like this, beneath me and loving like the good wife you are.” He murmurs quietly, voice gruff. His hand cups your face in return, thumb running across your bottom lip before he leans down to conquer your lips.

The feeling of his lips are not lost on you, soft, plump and a tad moist and it makes you long for him just a little more. He kisses with so much passion, no matter how tired he was, he was never tired of you and giving you the attention you need. Warm air leaves his nose as he deepened the kiss, neediness replacing softness as seconds passed. You whine softly, nipping at his bottom lip in an attempt to rile him up, and it always does without fail.

He grunts, returning the favor by sucking on your bottom lip, tongue intruding your mouth for a few seconds before it rolls back to his mouth. His hand begins exploring your sides, touch trailing down your arm, to your waist, and finally settling on your hips. Every touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake, and you gasp softly, quivering as his lips travelled down your neck, sucking on the skin where the shoulder and neck meets. Goosebumps appear on your skin and he notices, smirking against your neck.

He pulls back slightly, eyes full of need, with a hand ghosting at the side of your chest. It was a quiet ask of permission to keep going, to keep touching you and who are you to deny your King of such pleasure. You nod, mouth agape, eyebrows furrowed in anticipation. With a kiss on the corner of your mouth, Robb grips on the hem of your chemise and pulls it off your head. You were bare beneath him like a feast waiting to be devoured by its king. The soft peaks of your chest hardens as the cold air grazes upon them. Robb stares, almost breathless, even though he has seen this beautiful sight many nights before. He could feel his pants begin to tighten, eyes following the way your chest heaves and moves, the way your legs tensed and threatened to close, the way your mouth hung open with doe eyes looking up at him with anticipation.

Rough calloused hands travel up and down your sides, squeezing on your waist before he gropes at your tits. Robb dipped his head down, giving attention to the other with his mouth as his hand played with your nipple, rolling and pinching them between his thumb and index finger. You mewl from the sensation, body trying to press against him with the need to feel more of his soft warm mouth and rough hands. “So sensitive for me, are we?” Robb teases, a quiet chuckle leaving his throat.

You pull on his dark curls before small hands went down to the hem of his tunic, whining “You’re being unfair, Robb.”

Robb grins cheekily, “Oh, am I now?” With a swift motion, Robb pulls his tunic off, revealing his toned body and hairy chest. You bite your lip, eyes glazed as it trails down to the thin layer of hair pooling from beneath the bellybutton until it disappears where his pants start. “Am I still being unfair?” He whispers with a smile, body dipping back down against you with a hand rubbing up and down your inner thigh.

You shake your head, chest heaving against his. His finger ran closer towards the middle, but not touching where you wanted it most. You whine, impatience growing and making your hips buck up toward him. “Do you want my fingers inside you, love?” He asks, fingers brushing just centimeters away from your aching pussy.

I nodded my head with a whine, “Please, Robb.” Robb smiles, leaving a soft chaste kiss on your lips but your plea was left unheard. Instead, he grazed his finger near your folds, almost touching your clit but not giving you the satisfaction.

Robb enjoys teasing you, taking it unbearably slow until you whine and beg for him. “Where do you want my fingers, my love?” He whispers against your ear, mouth trailing kisses down your neck. You gasp, body jerking towards him “I-inside me, my king.” You replied, voice quivering with need, core aching with anticipation.

“Inside where?” Robb purrs huskily, feeling his own arousal building. If he wanted to, he could take you then and there, slamming his cock inside your wetness without any preparation. But he wanted to savor every bit of you. He wanted to worship every inch of your body and feel the warmth it radiates, wanted to hear every whine and plea of desperation coming out of your mouth before he gives you what you want.

“Inside my cunt, my King. Please—please—“ Robb didn’t let you finish speaking, finger already pushing between the folds and into your warmth. A loud gasp leaves your mouth, legs tensing and closing around your waist. Robb pushes your legs apart forcefully, wanting you to feel everything. He bends his finger inside just right, hitting your sweet spot immediately. “Like this, love?” He teases, finger pumping inside and out. The moans were music to Robb’s ears and it took every ounce out of him not to cum from the sounds alone. With a few more pumps, he withdrew his finger, a soft plop sound as it left your cunt.

Robb breathed heavily, removing his pants with such haste just so he can perch himself between your legs again. His hand rested near the side of your head while his other hand guided his cock as he pushed inside you.

You moan loudly, hands flying to pull on his hair. Robb grunts lowly, “Ah, fuck…” The sensation of the pull and the feeling of your tightness enveloping his cocks makes him want to bottom out inside you completely. A low husky moan left Robb’s throat when he filled you up completely. Your moans came out shaky, nails scratching and digging into his back.

Robb couldn’t hold back anymore and began thrusting hard, not giving you the time to breathe. His lips crashed into yours, kiss sloppy and wet as his hips continued moving. You whimpered, legs wrapping around his waist. Your fingers found its way back to Robb’s hair, tugging desperately at it when he quickened his pace.

“Robb….fuck…” you squeaked out, pulling his head down for another kiss. Robb lets his weight crush you, face pressed against the crook of your neck as he continues to fuck you relentlessly. You could feel the warmth pooling between your bodies as he moved and slammed his cock inside you.

A loud moan erupted from your throat and Robb covered your mouth, muffling the sounds. “Shhh. Be quiet, love.” You nod profusely at the command and he lets his hand move away from your mouth, hands going to the back of your thighs to push them against your chest.

Robb slams his cock inside and somehow it goes even deeper inside you. You bit back a moan, hand going to your moan to muffle the sounds your mouth threatened to make. He pushes your hand away with a grunt, “Don’t hide that pretty face of yours, love.”

You mewl beneath him, hand going to the sides of your head to clutch on the fur blankets beneath. “Gods, you feel so good.” Robb says, voice husky and low. Pounds continued, wet slopping sounds echoing inside the tent as he drills your cunt with his large cock.

Your moans were growing desperate and strangled and Robb could tell you were nearing the edge. Needy hands pulled on his dark curly locks once more, using it as an anchor while your body trembled and jerked harshly against his thrusts. Your chest heaved, moans coming out as short squeaky breaths. “Robb…Robb I feel— I, Robb—“ You whined, insides tightening and Robb could feel the way you hugged his cock.

“Yes love, go on. Just let go.” He grunted in pleasure, keeping up the pace to ride you over the edge.

With a choked, high pitched series of moans, you came. Your insides tightened, the warm wet feeling overwhelming Robb’s cock as it was practically begging to milk him. With a soft groan, he pushes his cock to the hilt, kissing your cervix as he cums inside. He presses his sweaty forehead against yours, breath shaky while he fills you up with his warm fluids.

Robb captured your lips in a passionate, breathless kiss before pulling away. He kisses your forehead afterwards as he pulled out inside you. You were breathless, body trembling and weak. Robb plops himself down next to you and pulls you close to his chest. You could hear his heart hammering fast and loud and you looked up at him, searching for his eyes.

“Did you enjoy, my King?” You whispered softly. Robb gives a small warm smile, kissing your forehead once more as he replies, “I did very much, my love.”