Cant Be Tamed

Can’t Be Tamed

Harwin Strong overhears some passing comment you make in the tavern about knights and is duty bound to prove you wrong.

Ser Harwin Strong x Female Reader

Warnings; 18+, smut, swearing, bratty!reader, hair pulling, spanking, biting, rough sex,oral, degradation kink, softy ending💕

W/C; 2,094 (was going to be just a Drabble but this guy got me in a chokehold👀)

“What do you think of Ser Harwin? Isn’t he handsome? What I would give for a night with a knight,” one of your friends working in the tavern swooned, making you glance over your shoulder with a smile at the dark haired, bearded man she was speaking about before turning your attention back to her.

“I hear men of the king are more suited to battle than being lovers. I doubt Ser ‘Breakbones’ is any different,” you told her, having a drink as she laughed and got back to her work, leaving you alone at the table.

“Is that so?” A familiar voice spoke, and you looked up to see Harwin Strong towering over you.

He was both handsome and confident in his stance, his beard and dark hair framing his face perfectly. It often took your breath away just catching his gaze across the room.

“Are you just talking from gossip or experience?” He questioned.

“Perhaps both,” you let a small smile pass your lips. “Though it isn’t ladylike to discuss it.”

Harwin Strong smirked and took a seat opposite you before picking up your cup and finishing the remains. The simple act showed his authority in a way that made you need to press your thighs together.

He licked his lips as he put the empty cup down, watching you intently as his gaze ran over your chest, breasts snug against the tight material of your dress, and back up to your face.

“I don’t see a lady here,” he challenged.

You huffed a laugh and leaned in close to him, giving him an ample view of your cleavage and relishing in the way his eyes darkened.

“I’m just some lowly tavern girl. I guess the princesses and ladies you see have cunts made of gold.”

The way his jaw clenched let you know you’d struck the final blow. You loved playing this game with him, seeing how far until he would break. With a sarcastic smile, you walked away, a purpose in your steps as you added a sway to your hips, drawing the attention of many of the tavern goers.

You had just reached your room at the top of the stairs when a strong arm wrapped around your chest from behind, pushed you into the room and pressed you up against the wall, front first.

“They could have your head for saying such a thing,” Harwin murmured against your ear, his warm breath fanning against your skin. The closeness between you made your stomach flip in anticipation.

You could feel the firm bulge pressing through his pants against your lower back, knowing he was enjoying your antics as much as you were.

“Would you tell the King yourself?”

“Fuck,” he growled, “you really are a brat.”

Harwin stepped away to kick the door shut before his hands were on you again, this time hiking up your skirts and undoing his buckle.

“I can promise you, I’m just as good in battle as I am a lover,” he smiled, quickly pulling down his pants and taking his cock in his hand before running it through your damp folds, enjoying your whimpers and how wet you were for him.

“I don’t often enjoy the screams of war, but hearing you scream when I fuck you? There’s nothing like it.”

You swore you could come undone just from his word alone. With your palms against the wall, you moved your hips against him, relishing in the feeling of his girth teasing you but wanting more. Wanting him inside of you.

“Uh uh,” he grabbed your hair and roughly tugged your head back to stop you, making you cry out,

“Fuck!”

“Such a foul mouth,” he chuckled. “You have some manners to learn.”

“I thought you liked my manners,” you managed to grit out.

“Oh, I do.” Harwin smirked in between pressing kisses to your cheek and down your neck, his grip on your hair loosening as his kisses grew rougher, teeth grazing over the soft skin of your neck before he bit down and sucked a mark against it.

You sighed, content, your fingers reaching back to thread through his hair as he repeated the action. You enjoyed it when he marked you, just as much as he did. The feel of it, the sight when you looked in the mirror, the knowledge it was him.

“You want this?” He moved his hips forward to highlight his question, the head of his cock brushing your clit and you nodded with fervour.

“Yes. Please, Harwin.”

“Then get on your knees.”

You obliged and turned slowly, eyes holding his gaze as you lowered to your knees, mouth salivating at the sight of his cock waiting for you. He was blessed with both girth and length, plus the knowledge of how to use it so you would scream his name to the Gods.

Harwin pulled off his over shirt as you took his cock in your hands, slowly stroking him as you marvelled at the sight of his now naked body, his chest coated in dark wisps of hair.

"Enjoying the view from down there?" He smirked.

"Always," you told him before pressing your lips to the head of his cock, the taste of precum on your tongue as you gave him a small lick and teased your way down one side of his shaft while your hands massaged his balls.

You couldn't see his face just then, but he was looking at you with pure admiration and hunger, holding back on just fucking your mouth and having his way with you.

That could wait a little longer.

"I wonder," you hummed and pulled back for a moment, making Harwin frown. "Do the other men who serve the king have cocks made of gold?"

He took hold of your chin and tilted your head up so you met his gaze. There was a dark amusement in his eyes at the way you were baiting him.

"You don't want any other man," he answered.

You bit your lip. "Maybe not, but I wouldn't mind some gold."

He chuckled, using his free hand to take his cock and brush the head against your lips, urging you to open your mouth.

You were happy to, savouring the feel of his cock in your mouth as he slowly thrust back and forth, groaning at the sensation.

You braced your hands against his strong thighs as he picked up the pace, the head hitting the back of your throat as you moaned around him, your own arousal dripping between your thighs.

“Nothing to say now?” He said with a smirk and slightly ragged breath, gathering your hair out of your face and holding it in his grip, forcing you to look up at him, saliva dripping down your chin.

“Look at you, such a messy bitch for me. Anyone would think you’re just some common whore.”

You whined around him in response, making him growl.

"That's what you're good for, isn't it? Being my whore. You think any other man could make you come undone like I do? That they could make you scream?"

You wanted to submit, to tell him you only wanted him, that you would be anything he wanted you to be, but all you could do was whimper desperately around his cock.

"That's right. My good little whore," he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as you gagged around his shaft.

By the way he was losing all composure, you knew he was close. Gods know you could just come undone from seeing him reach pure bliss himself, from letting him use you like this.

You gasped for air when Harwin suddenly pulled your mouth off him, giving you a mere moment before he hauled you up and over his broad shoulder.

Your mind was in a momentary daze as he put you down on the bed and reached beneath your pillow, a flicker of silver passing your gaze as he pulled out the knife hidden beneath. The same knife he had given you for protection in the streets of silk.

You held your breath in anticipation, enamoured by the wide grin on his face as he straddled your lap and cut through the cloth of your dress, tossing the shredded material aside.

Part of you wanted to scold him for ruining yet another piece of clothing, but you were too worked up and needy from the whole ordeal to care enough.

Throwing the knife to the floor, he leaned down, grabbed your face and kissed you hard, all tongue and teeth, hot and all consuming- like he was feeding a feral hunger. A hunger for you.

The kiss ended almost as quickly as it started, making you mourn the loss. Before you could say anything, Harwin grabbed you by the hips and turned you on to your stomach.

He manoeuvred your body as he wished, your knees bent beneath you and bare ass up in the air as he stood at the foot of the bed, admiring you from behind.

You knew he would be able to see how wet you were for him, exposed like this. The anticipation of his next move had you pressing your thighs together in desperate need of some relief.

You jilted forward with a gasp when he swatted your ass before you felt his thick fingers run between your folds before gently rubbing at your clit, the bundle of nerves oh so sensitive.

"Fuck, you really are drenched," Harwin sounded prideful, continuing his teasing as you let your forehead drop to rest on your arm, lost in the bliss.

Your shallow breathing turned into a long moan when he eased two fingers inside of you and started moving them in and out with ease, given how wet you were ~ all because of him.

It took little time for you to cum, his skilled fingers seeking out your first release like it was a rehearsed dance. The man knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly how to play your body to his tune. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

The knight gave you no time to recover from the pleasured haze, removing his fingers and sucking them clean before gripping your hips and entering you from behind. The full feeling as he stretched you was like no other, taking your breath away and reigniting a sure fire in your belly.

His grunts and groans were almost animalistic as he started moving his hips back and forth, the head of his cock reaching deeper than any other man could. You could barely understand your own voice as you chanted desperate pleas and moans for him, making Harwin chuckle darkly,

“Just a bitch in a heat and everyone here will know it. I want to hear you scream..”

Your cunt clenched around him in response, his next thrust rough and purposeful as he brought one his hands around your front to rub at your clit and the other to hold you down.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you cried out, gripping onto the sheets hard enough to make your knuckles ache while Harwin continued to pound into you, the bed squeaking and smacking against the wall under the force.

Even without the added noise, you knew the moans and debauched sounds of his cock sinking into your dripping pussy and skin slapping against skin would be enough to give away what was going on upstairs in the tavern.

The multitude of pleasure rose through you like a storm, a scream of your lover's name left your lips as your eyes rolled back and you came hard. Harwin kept up his pace as your cunt pulsed around him, the feeling all consuming for the both of you.

It wasn’t long until his thrusts stuttered to a halt and he buried himself deep inside of you, cumming with a loud grunt.

Time seemed to slow as the bliss settled over you. You wished time would stop forever.

You let out a small whimper at the loss when Harwin removed himself, the remnants of your release running down your thighs before you felt the scruff of his beard scratch against your neck as he leant down to kiss the visible mark he’d left on your skin earlier, a gentle touch that had your heart leap in your chest.

Harwin moved to lie on his back beside you with a bright smile that matched yours as your eyes met.

“How do I compare, my love?” He asked.

You reached a hand to cup his face, still smiling. “Not bad, for a knight.”

Fire

R is for Rivals

You’re the cool leader of Jackson. Who the fuck is Joel Miller? 

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader  Warnings: Hate fucking, really. Joel is mean. Reader is also mean. Unprotected p-in-v, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, choking, scratching, slapping, age difference. We gettin’ rough up in here, yall. also p.s., sorry if my writing in the beginning is sloppy, i really just wanted to get into the dirty stuff lmfaoooo. and this isn't proofread, i'm sorry i'm sorry.

For months, you’ve been the cool superior of Jackson. Being young gave you an advantage that a lot of the other higher-ups didn’t have. The kids in town came to you for support. And the adults, the ones much older than you, were impressed by your quick wit and eagerness to learn. You had charm, youth, and vigor on your side. It’s the only reason you were offered such a powerful position in the town at your age. 

So you can imagine your surprise when you begin to hear talks around town about someone named “Joel” and just how interesting and mysterious he is. Apparently, he’s some super impressive old man who is also handsome and scary and the brother of Tommy. Nepotism, of course. Your first thought. Your second thought is - who the fuck is this guy and why is he trying to swerve into your lane? 

You are the fun leader. You are the one who always has large groups and endless patrol list requests. People come to you for the excitement, for your personality. But now, there are whispers of Joel. Joel this. Joel that. Well, you’ve had enough of Joel. 

Is it petty? Immature? Maybe. Okay, yes, it is. But do you care? No. After the fourth person brings up that man’s name, you can’t sit quietly anymore. Patience has never been your strong suit. 

You make a plan to confront Joel about overstepping. He’s new, so he doesn’t know how things work around here yet. And that’s okay, you suppose. You can fill him in. And maybe he’ll back off, and you’ll get your fanbase back. Perhaps you're being a little dramatic, but what else do you have to look forward to these days? Celebrities aren't real anymore. But you're as close as it gets. 

So you're on a mission as you stomp your way through town, dipping into shops and checking around corners for any sight of Tommy or Maria or whoever that might know something about Joel's whereabouts. Passersby offer you friendly smiles, asking how you are, making usual chit-chat. You appreciate their efforts, but you’re still salty that your normal band of followers has fucked off to tail someone else. So you aren't exactly in the mood for conversation. 

When you make it to the stables, you find Tommy speaking with Ian, one of the men who work with the horses. Tommy greets you, unaware of your irritation, which only flares up more when you learn that Joel is on a patrol. By request of the residents. The ones that usually line up to work with you. 

That pisses you off. No one invited you to the outing. You don’t think it’s fair, but you swallow your pressing thoughts and thank Tommy for the information. The last thing you need to do is complain to your rival’s brother. 

Defeated, you return home and spend the rest of the day deciding how to approach this intruder. Knowing that he’s related to the most powerful couple in town, you should be polite. You should be friendly - introduce yourself and make nice. But hey, you’re still young. Sure, you’ve had to grow up pretty quickly in this environment, but you still get to act like a brat. It’s your obligation as a youth. 

A quick shower, nap, and some food restore your energy, adding a pep to your step and determination in your heart. You’re sure the last patrol group is back by now. It’s nightfall, and Maria is adamant about everyone returning before it gets pitch black. 

They’re probably all gathered at Seth’s, which isn’t your favorite place to hang out since he gives you the creeps. But you’ll suffer if it means meeting the enemy. Even though you spent all day thinking over what you were going to say, you’re at a total loss for words. You don’t want to show immaturity, but damn it, you’re pissed. 

So you swing open the door, immediately overwhelmed by the number of bodies throughout the room. Is this Joel’s doing? Does he have this kind of pull already? 

“Christ, who is this guy?” You mumble to yourself as you squeeze through groups of people, all whispering to themselves. You spot Tommy easily and assume that Joel will be close by. When you get a moment of space, you let your eyes scan your surroundings and sure enough, standing next to Tommy stands an unfamiliar man with an unfamiliar girl. 

Joel.

You hate to admit this; you really do. But as you stare at his large figure, drinking in his rugged features, you can’t stop yourself from thinking he is, actually, hot as fuck. He’s tall and fit with dark hair and intense eyes. For a second, you forget you’re supposed to hate him, as he looks like an actual God standing before you. 

Okay, you get the hype a little bit. 

Maybe you can be friends. Maybe you can work together. You wouldn’t mind having someone like him on your side… Even if it’s just to look at him. 

New plan. You compose yourself and glide over, ready to make your introductions. A smile finds your lips, albeit hesitantly. You're still competitive, after all. Tommy notices you and stops talking, offering you his arm for a hug, which you accept. 

“Hey, kid,” he says, playfully ruffling your hair. “Missed ya today. Hope you got enough rest, you’ve got a big patrol tomorrow.” He tells you. 

“Really?” You beam, happy to hear that some of this town still has their loyalty to you. “That’s great. I can’t wait!” 

“Joel,” Tommy acknowledges his brother. “This girl right here is special,” he says as he introduces you by name. “I think you’ll find her rather impressive. She’s the youngest leader in Jackson.” 

Tommy speaks like he’s proud of you. And you’re extremely thankful for his praises. All those positive words go to your head, stroking the embers of your ego. You turn to Joel, waiting for his thoughts, frowning when he begins laughing. 

“You’re kiddin’ me, right?” He asks, looking at Tommy with bewilderment. “You put a child in charge?” His face is cold and emotionless. The warmth that had been decorating his facade has slipped as he stares you down. 

“Hey!” You snap, instantly offended, your own switch flipping. “I’m not a child. I’m 21, thank you very much.” Ew, you think. What a dick. Your first assumption about him was correct, and you were stupid to think otherwise. But that's what you get for letting lust take over your command. 

“Right,” he chuckles, brushing you off like you’re nothing more than an interruption. A child. “Tommy, there’s no way this girl is qualified to run anything.” His words are hurtful, and he doesn't even care that you're standing right there. 

Well, you can be just as rash. “And you are, grandpa?” You huff, taking Tommy and the unnamed girl by surprise. The girl slowly steps away until she's out of the picture, but you continue on your rant. “You sure you can handle it out there? Aren’t you afraid of breaking a hip?” 

“Oh, that's mature of you,” Joel scoffs, pointing out exactly what you were thinking. Not your best response, and you’re sure Tommy is less than thrilled with you right now. But fuck that. You’re not going to let some stranger talk down on you like this. Who cares how important he thinks he is?

“Hey, man,” you start, closing the gap between the two of you. He has a whole foot on you as far as height goes, but you've taken down men bigger than him before because you're young. You're not afraid of him. “You don’t know shit about me. I came over here to introduce myself. I have done nothing to deserve this. Who the fuck are you?" 

Joel rolls his eyes, putting up a hand to stop your babbling. How dare he treat you that way? You look at Tommy, your mouth agape as your brain tries to scramble together a few words. Unfortunately, he’s of no help, just as lost as you are. He didn't think Joel was still surly. 

The older Miller doesn’t say another word to you, and it irritates you more than it should. You decide, from then on, Joel Miller is your opponent. And anytime someone mentions him, your blood boils. 

Months have passed, and for the residents of Jackson, they find their entertainment in the rivalry that’s built up between you and Tommy Miller’s older brother. They love to gossip about you and Joel. And even though it’s been a long time, you still can’t find common ground. He’s so full of himself. And you hate it. He acts like he’s better than everyone. And you know he’s not. 

You don’t have a problem letting him know that. Especially when he’s being a dick for no apparent reason. Looking at you with disgust. Snickering behind your back. And you're the child. God, you hate him. 

For example, one day, all you were doing was minding your own damn business at the bar. Your friends were there for a few minutes to catch up and ask your advice on something personal. And Joel, well, Joel had to make a comment about “daycare” or something along those lines, and you just lost it. 

You let your anger get the best of you, taking your drink and throwing it in his face. Of course, that caused him to lash out, grabbing you by the wrist and calling you an entitled brat with no grasp on the real world. If it hadn't been for Seth, that creep, you would have clawed Joel's eyes out with no remorse. 

But...there's always someone around to stop you from tearing that man to shreds. 

And that's how you ended up here, once again, arguing with Joel and Tommy at Seth's place. Someone, probably Maria, thought it would be funny to pair the two of you up for patrol tomorrow. She figured you’d either work out your issues or one of you would end up dead. Either way, the tension in Jackson would be gone. 

Maybe that’s drastic. But you wouldn’t put it past her. 

“It’s bullshit, Tommy!” Joel yells, snapping you back to the situation at hand. His face is written in anger, gritting his teeth as he repeatedly curses out his little brother for putting the two of you together. “This is ridiculous, I’m not takin' part in this!” 

“Joel, wait a damn minute,” Tommy interjects before his brother causes an even bigger scene. “This is for your own good!” He shouts, trying to convince even himself that this was the right decision. 

“My own good,” Joel seethes in disbelief. “Right. Ya know, you were stupid to put a goddamn kid in charge around here! She’s gonna get both of us killed. I’m not a goddamn babysitter!” 

Joel writes you off quickly, and it’s something that bothers you in ways you don’t quite understand. You work hard to prove yourself worthy of your position in Jackson. Having someone like Joel dismiss you without care is hurtful because you know that others will listen to him. They will follow along. 

“Hey, that’s not fair!” You chime in, standing up for yourself. “You don’t know what I’m capable of. I’ve done a damn good job of keeping these people safe. You don’t get to take that away from me!” 

“Oh, you know what?” Joel scoffs, simply irritated by the sound of your voice. “You can talk all you want, but the fact is - you are useless to me. You're just a stupid kid. And I'm not--” 

“Enough!” 

The loud interruption comes from Maria, standing off to the side with her hands on her hips, disappointment in her eyes. She looks at you, and at that moment, you want to scrunch up into a ball and die. This woman trusts you with her town, with her family. And here you are…acting like that angsty teenager she first met. Words can’t express how guilty you feel. 

But then she looks at Joel, and your heart rate slows as the heat is off you. You wonder if she’ll say anything to the older man. He’s the adult here. Well, the more mature adult. He should know better, right? Tommy’s brother or not, he should be put in his place. His words really hurt you...

“Joel,” she scolds, zeroing in on him. “This is for your own good. You need to learn how to get along with others. I paired you together because I feel like she can learn a lot from you,” Maria admits as she gestures to where you sit, slumped back against the wall with a sour stomach. “She’s a lot tougher than you think. And if you offered her a chance, you would be impressed.” 

You look at Joel, noting the tightness in his jaw as he bites his tongue to hold back some snarky comment. He doesn’t like hearing what Maria has to say, it’s so easy to pick up on. But he’s respectful enough to keep his mouth shut around her. At least it’s not all women he seems to disrespect. 

“And you,” she huffs as her attention shifts to you. Well, shit. You should have known you wouldn’t come out of this unscathed. “I admire your passion, I do. But honey, you’ve got to pull that in. You’re still mouthy, and no one wants to take orders from a naive, foolish girl.” 

“I’m sorry, Maria,” you say quickly, shame creeping its way up your spine. You stand back up and dust off your jeans, sheepishly looking at her. “You’re right.” 

“I know,” the woman states, crossing her arms in finality. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Joel,” she starts, eyes darting back to the bitter man beside you. “Think about Ellie,” she says, grabbing your attention. You take a chance to steal a gaze at the young girl, curious to know what her deal is. She doesn’t say much, and mostly sticks to Joel’s side like glue. A lot of questions linger at the back of your mind… “Ellie could learn a lot from this one.” She ends her sentence by nodding at you. 

And all it takes is that gentle notion from Maria. Your insecurities wash away, and whatever thoughts Joel may have of you, well, you don’t care anymore. Maria’s words are reassuring, and you appreciate the faith she has in you. 

Ellie blushes at the mention of her name and follows Maria out of the diner, the two of them speaking in whispers. When they're gone, you turn around and face Joel. Your confidence is back seeing him knocked down a few pegs. 

“See you tomorrow!” You chirp, holding your head high, bouncing away on your heels as you feel on top of the world. Tomorrow will be fine. 

The next morning, you’re up bright and early, just in time to see the sun peek through the clouds and welcome you. It’s a new day and although you spent most of the night tossing and turning, you’re ready to head out with Joel. You’ve made the decision to be the bigger person today. Be the person Maria knows you are. 

You’re the first one at the stables, greeting Ian with a bright smile and a little treat from home. You like to bake in your spare time, and you know that Ian appreciates the goodies you bring for him since he doesn’t get much time away in the mornings. Another little thing the residents love about you. 

You’re thoughtful. 

“Is she ready?” You ask, looking past him for your horse, Siren. 

Ian nods, pocketing the muffin for a later time. “All yours, m’lady,” he says as he hands you the reins. “Nice day today,” he adds, looking up at the sky. “She’ll be happy to stretch her legs.” 

“I bet,” you coo, giving your loveable horse some much needed affection. “I’m actually looking forward to the sunshine, too.” 

“Company,” Ian blurts before you can continue on with your thoughts. You crane your neck to look to where you just came from and sure enough, you see Joel stomping his way towards you with a sour look on his face. “Someone ain’t a morning person,” Ian chuckles. 

“Guess not,” you snort and hop on Siren. “Good morning, Joel,” you say blandly, maintaining a neutral expression. You can’t be nice, but you can be indifferent. “Lovely weather, isn’t it?” 

He looks at you, lip twitching in annoyance. “Whatever,” he grumbles, walking past you to his own horse. 

Wonderful, you think. Awesome. This is going to be the best patrol of your life! 

The gates close, and you and Joel head up the trail in silence. He doesn’t even look at you, doesn’t give you the time of day. His horse trots in front of yours, giving you the perfect view of his back. If only you had something you could throw at him, maybe knock him off his horse, watch him fall to the ground. 

You laugh to yourself at the thought, and it’s enough to grab Joel’s attention. He stops suddenly, letting you catch up. Once your horses are side-by-side, he sneers at you. 

“Somethin’ funny?” He snaps, his large hands turning into fists from sheer frustration. 

“Not at all,” you lie with a shrug of your shoulders. 

“God,” he groans, shaking his head. “Can’t believe I got stuck with you,” he mutters. 

“Well,” you hiss, “I’m not exactly thrilled to be out here with you, either. Let’s just…get this over with. It’ll go by much faster if you stop complaining about a 21 year old girl!” 

Irritation takes over and you give in to it, ordering Siren to ride ahead of Joel. You’re trying to be better, to be good. But it’s so fucking difficult with that man. Your mere existence seems to set him off. 

It doesn’t take long after that to reach the first outpost. You tie Siren up outside, quickly entering the old library and leaving Joel behind. He comes in after you, boots echoing against the crumbling floor. You walk in different directions to check out each room before meeting up to sign the ledger. 

You check the notes from the previous patrol, humming to yourself as you read through what Eugene left behind. Next to you, Joel taps his foot impatiently, and you can feel his body practically towering over you. But you don’t rush. You let out a little laugh at the drawing Eugene and his partner left for you and for whatever reason, that makes Joel snap. 

“Can you hurry the fuck up?” He grumbles with crossed arms. “What’s so damn amusing in that book?” 

“What is wrong with you?” You decide to ask, slamming the notebook shut and throwing the pen down beside it. You walk around the desk, putting objects between you and Joel for his safety. “Are you always this rude? Even to your brother? Or that girl…Ellie?” 

“That’s none of your business,” he warns, circling the desk you purposely put yourself behind. He comes up to you and you almost stumble back in fear at the pure rage in his eyes. But you hold your ground. “The only issue I have here is workin’ with some juvenile brat.” 

“Me?” You huff in disbelief. “I’m the brat? You’ve been nothing but a dick since I met you! How have I offended you that badly? Or are you jealous? You’re not in your prime anymore, are you? Hate to see us younger folk taking over?” 

He shakes his head and slams his fist onto the desk. “You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?” He taunts with a smug grin. “I’ve heard the stories. You’re the fun one. The young one. People like you.” 

“Yeah, and?” You breathe once you realize how close he’s gotten to you. 

He smiles and leans down so his breath crashes against the side of your face. He brings his lips to your ear and in the quietest voice, he says, “the only reason these people like you is because they want to fuck you.” 

You’re so taken aback by his remark, fuming at the audacity of his accusation. Without hesitation, you bring your hand up and slap him harshly across the face. He lets out a laugh, grabbing you by the wrist. 

“Watch yourself, little bitch,” he spits and a fire flares within you. You raise your other hand, but Joel’s quick, grabbing you before you can touch him. He spins you around and shoves you back against the desk, making you let out a tiny whimper. 

You’re both breathing heavily. Joel’s hard body is firmly pressed to yours. Maybe it’s the weather, or maybe it’s the emotions that have been building in you since you met, but you can’t deny there is something there. 

So when his eyes flick to your lips, you throw caution to the wind. You lean into him, pressing your lips against his in a heated kiss he eagerly returns, letting go of your wrists and instead grabbing you by the back of your head. He tugs on your hair as your hands smooth over his chest. This wanton fascination cascades over you with your nails clawing at the buttons of Joel’s shirt. 

Not exactly what you were imagining for today, but now it’s all you can think about. The hostility towards Joel threatens to bubble over, frothing inside of you, screaming to release. This is the healthiest way, yeah? This or murder… And from the way he firmly bites on your lip, you know this will feel so much better. 

“Fuck,” he drawls out, long and breathy as his hand moves to cup your face. The other squeezes against your hip, practically shaking as he bunches up your shirt. Your body reacts the only way it knows how, pouting and letting out a delicious moan that makes Joel laugh his stupid fucking cocky laugh. “Oh?” He teases, dragging his hand down from your cheek to your chin, tilting your head up. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? All this time. You want someone to fuck you stupid.” 

Resentment simmers low in your belly, but it’s, unfortunately, not the only thing you’re feeling. You can’t deny what Joel said is true. Even when he’s rude to you, you just want him to use those words, call you those names, while his dick is buried inside of you. A classic hate fuck. 

“Answer me,” Joel demands in a low voice, his thumb brushing over the plushness of your bottom lip. His eyes meet yours, forcing you to hold the uncomfortable contact and making you squirm. “Tell me you fuckin’ want me,” he growls in a whisper. 

You glare at him. He has you right where he wants you and you hold no power here. “I want you,” you state through gritted teeth. 

The smile that stretches across his lips is perverse and you want to kiss it right off of him. But you can’t. Joel uses his strength to lift you off your feet easily, dropping you on the desk and forcefully pushing you down until your back hits the cold wood. You spread your legs on instinct and Joel fits between them easily. His palm slides up your body, between your tits until it wraps around your throat. 

Joel notices the way your eyes gleam with excitement and the tiny sound you make as his fingertips dig into your soft flesh. A light clicks in his mind as he discovers one of your nasty little secrets. 

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks, experimentally gripping your throat a little harder. “You like the way my hand feels, cutting off your breath, squeezing so fucking tight your eyes roll back until you see stars. You feel helpless, huh? I have the power here. I’m in charge.” He sets his gaze over your weak body. “I could fuckin’ break you.”  

You whine, attempting to speak, but you can’t. All you can do is choke and nod your head the tiniest bit as ecstasy sets in. You’re stupid to trust him. You are. But fuck, he’s so good. 

“What’s the matter, bunny?” Joel taunts in a voice sickeningly sweet. Bunny. That shouldn’t be as hot as it is. But no one’s ever called you that before. “Can’t speak?” He chuckles as he loosens his grip, proving he won’t actually hurt you. But he smirks. “Good. That’s just the way I like you.” 

“J-Joel,” you choke and he removes his fingers from the side of your neck. He gives you time to catch your breath, watching your chest rise and fall with each deep inhale you take. 

“Say it,” he demands as he pushes up your shirt. You sit up weakly just long enough for him to take it off and throw it to the ground. His hands immediately grab your tits and you let out a raspy moan. “Whatever you’re thinking,” Joel groans. “Say it.” 

“Fuck you,” you spit, digging your nails into his forearms and shoving his hands off of you. You sit up and reach for his jeans, but he slaps your fingers away. 

“I don’t think so,” he says darkly, easily knocking you back down. His body hovers over you and the urge to kiss him bites at your tongue. “I’ll be the one fucking you.” 

You sneer and grab his shirt, bringing him down onto you. Your lips meet in a bruising kiss again, his mouth claiming yours, asserting his dominance. He kisses you so hard the air gets knocked from your lungs. Your throat burns, eyelids grow heavy, but you can’t pull away from him. His lips are so warm, so fierce. And his tongue is so silky as it glides against yours. 

“You’re such an asshole,” you mutter between kisses, yanking on his hair as you catch your breath once more. He seems to like when you tug at his scalp, groaning in delight each time your fingers pull at the salt and pepper strands. 

“And you’re a bratty little bitch,” Joel snaps back, dragging your lip between his teeth, biting down and making you squeak. “Still gonna fuck you, though. Somebody’s gotta fuck that attitude out of you.” 

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes and capture his lips again. His kiss is addictive, tantalizing. You’re on fire from your toes to your fingers and you crave more. 

When you let out a soft gasp, Joel breaks. He grabs your throat again, keeping you pinned to the desk as he kisses you with everything in him. His other hand trails down to your thigh, lifting your hips into his, leaving no space. He grinds himself into you, and you groan at the friction of his hardening dick pressing to your core. Fuck, you hate him. And that makes this so much hotter. 

“Goddamn,” he breathes, squeezing your ass for the first time. “You are so fuckin’ hot,” he mutters as you arch your body into him. “And so fuckin’ needy,” he comments at your desperate wiggling beneath him. “You look good like this. Bet you’d look even better drunk on my cock, huh?” 

“Are you gonna talk about fucking me or are you actually going to fuck me?” You huff, smacking at his chest, which is still hidden behind his damn shirt. You tilt your head just as a smart comment rolls off your tongue. “Do you even have it in you, old man?” 

Joel’s eyes darken at your quip, his large hand around your throat tightens before sliding up to knot in your hair. He grabs a handful of your locks, and yanks your head back, exposing your pretty neck to him. “Impatient one, aren’t you? Are you that desperate for my cock? My greedy little bunny,” he coos, his other hand smacking your ass. Hard. 

You gasp at the feeling and let out the most pathetic sound you’ve ever heard. Of course, it makes him smirk. You’ll never hear the end of this. Might as well play along. So you bite your lip and nod your head, letting out another whimper. “Fuck me, Joel,” you purr, voice soft and sweet, despite the crude words that follow. “Fuck me like I’m a slut… Like I’m your slut. If you can.”

His jaw clenches and his lips dip to your neck. He kisses the area softly before his teeth scrape over your beautiful skin. He bites at your pulse point, soothing the sting with his tongue before repeating the action. He kisses down your neck, nibbling at every inch of skin available to him, leaving bruises, reminders - a branding. You’re his now. All while his hard dick ruts into you. 

His beard tickles you as he sucks your sensitive flesh past his lips, but this is no time to laugh or giggle. There’s nothing light and playful about this. This is pure hatred flowing out of both of you, coming together the only way that seems fitting. 

Your eager hands shove his flannel over his shoulders and he shimmies out of it until it hits the floor, followed by his gray undershirt. He’s quick to work on your jeans, pulling them down in frustration. You’d offer to help, but seeing him struggle is much better. 

“Damn it, even your pants are a pain in the ass,” he grumbles as he finally gets you out of them. He throws them to the ground and eyes you over.  “But fuck, look at you,” he groans, long fingers tracing the thin fabric of your panties. He slips his finger beneath the band, sweeping between your dripping folds. “So wet already, baby,” he smirks, doing it again. “You like it when I touch you? You like when I choke you?” 

“Uh huh,” you moan, tilting your hips up, enamored by his touch. His fingers are rough and calloused, but they feel so good gliding over your slit. You shamelessly push back against his hand, needing more, needing to feel full. 

“Desperate slut,” he scoffs, but slides his finger into you with ease. You gasp at the intrusion, squirming at the feeling of his finger inside you. It’s been so long for you, you’re overly sensitive. The last time you hooked up with someone was when you first got to Jackson. When Joel adds a second finger, you nearly lose it. “Figures you get off on this,” he chuckles, pulsing two fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. 

He kisses your lips as he finger fucks you quickly. The obscene sounds you make as your pussy squelches around him would embarrass you if you weren’t in such a euphoric state. Instead, it makes you eager for more. You want it all. “God, Joel, go faster,” you huff as your walls clench around him. 

“Don’t fuckin’ tell me what to do,” he warns as he turns his wrist, slowing down a bit so he’s barely hitting that sweet spot inside of you. He’s cruel, but you already know this. “Take what I give you like the sweet little slut you are,” he demands. 

“I fucking hate you,” you groan in frustration, desperate for his fingers. “Arrogant ass—”

“Of course you do,” Joel chuckles and slams his fingers past your walls again. “That’s why your pretty little pussy is clenching around my fingers. Tell me the truth, bunny, tell me you fuckin’ want it. Tell me you want my cock inside you.” 

Your mind goes hazy as Joel begins to toy with your clit. Each sensation soaring through you right now is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. But you’re stubborn, refusing to utter those words to Joel. But then he slips a third finger inside of you, curling them and filling you up. He grabs you by the neck again and forces you to look at him. 

“Tell me,” he growls. “Tell me you’re a dirty fuckin’ whore who needs my cock.” 

You can’t help it. His words are so hot and go straight to your dripping pussy. “Fuck,” you gasp as your head empties of any and all thoughts. You can’t believe you’re going to do this. Give in to Joel Fucking Miller. “I want it, Joel,” you murmur. “I’m a whore and I need your cock.” 

“Good girl,” he praises, stopping his brutal motions and slipping his fingers out of you. He flicks his tongue over his glistening digits before guiding them to your lips. “Taste yourself, bunny,” orders. “See how sweet you taste.” You open your mouth like a good girl and suck on his fingers, rolling your tongue over them and tasting your juices. “That mouth is good for something other than complaining,” he smirks. 

He undoes his jeans and pulls his cock out, jerking himself quickly in front of you. You reach down and rub yourself as you watch him, licking your lips at his thickness. He’s a jerk, a piece of shit, but he’s a hot guy with a big dick and you fucking need him. 

“Spread your legs,” he orders and you do, already in a trance. Damn, maybe you are a whore. His hand wraps around your throat again, a place he seems to love, and he thrusts into you. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this. Every time you’d open that snappy mouth of yours I’d think about how I could fuck the words right of you,” he admits. “I knew you’d be an eager little cockslut for me.” 

“Fuck off,” you groan even though he feels so fucking good stretching you out. He’s bigger than anyone you’ve been with and your toes immediately curl at how he fills you so well. 

“Oh, bunny,” he tsks, cock pushing into you. “I don’t think you want that,” he picks up the pace of his hips and the way he sounds as he pants in your ear turns your brain to mush. He smacks your ass, making you jolt and take him deeper. The slapping of your skin against his is fucking filthy as it resounds through the library, and you try to speak, but find yourself at a loss for words. “Just shut up and look pretty,” Joel tells you. “You’re good at one of those things.” 

“Oh, god,” you moan as he slams into you. He’s checking boxes you didn’t even know you had and you think to yourself how lucky you are to have his dick inside you right now. Now that you know what he feels like, you don’t want to share. You don’t want anyone else to experience his talent. You risk looking between your sweaty bodies, almost fainting at the slight tummy bulge he’s giving you. “God,” you whisper again. 

“Fucking right,” he hisses, fucking into your tight pussy. “I am your God. Now, stop fuckin’ talkin’ and take my cock like a good girl.” He growls through his teeth, pinning your hips down as he pounds into your wet heat. His mouth hangs open as deep grunts escape him and mumbles under his breath how good you feel around him. 

Closing your eyes, you grab onto Joel’s shoulders, holding yourself steady as he fucks your fragile body with force. Your back glides across the desk, slicked with sweat, as he uses you for his pleasure, groping your body, filling your holes, pulling your hips into his. He reaches so deep inside of you, your mouth lulls open, tiny whimpers falling off your tongue as he fucks you dumb. 

“You were meant to be fucked like this, used like a toy, like some silly little play thing,” he grunts, pounding into you, grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head. You let him. He’s in control of you. “Pussy feels so fucking good. You look good, too.” 

Heavy breaths fill the room. Joel’s relentlessly thrusting in and out of you, gasping in your ear, sharing his most erotic sounds. Your eyes are glazed over with lust, your head in the clouds, body surging with electricity. You feel so satisfied. You feel so fucked. 

Joel releases his grip on your wrists, allowing you to slide your arms across his shoulders and greedily pull him into you. You raise your hips, meeting each thrust, using your nails to claw down his back and leave your mark. And he lets you, he encourages you. 

“Gonna make me cum, darlin’,” he pants deeply, causing your velvety walls to clench around his hard cock. He laughs a little at your reaction. “You want that, don’t you? You want me to cum inside you? Fill you with my hot, sticky load? You wanna be my little cumbunny?” 

“Uh huh,” you mewl, dazed with fluttering eyelids and trembling limbs. You lock your legs around Joel’s waist and draw him deeper, grinding down against him to take him for everything he is. His cock, fuck, you love the way it feels, the way it reaches you in places you’ve never felt before. He is a God. He is your God. 

“Take my cock, baby,” Joel groans, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. “Fuck, you take it so well.” 

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” you cry, voice all strained and whiny. It turns his insides to jelly hearing you like that. Hearing you are satisfied with your yappy mouth only focusing on telling him how good he makes you feel. 

“You want me to touch you?” He asks, brushing his hand over your lower stomach, watching as your muscles constrict. “Want me to play with your slutty little clit?” 

You nod, speechless, mouth hanging open again like a bitch in heat. He loves the way you look right now. Loves to see your hair sticking to your face with sweat, loves to see your cheeks flushed, and your lips shiny with drool. 

“Pretty bunny,” he coos, circling your clit with his thumb. “Fucked stupid can’t even talk.” 

“Joel,” you groan in irritation, raising your hips. 

“Cum with me,” he whispers, rubbing your clit faster. “Cum with me like a good little cumbunny,” he groans. 

“Christ, Joel,” you murmur, eyes rolling back as your climax builds. The pressure from Joel’s fingers mixed with his thick cock pulsing inside of you tips you over the edge. And with a scream of his name, you cum, biting your lip as relief takes over you. 

Seeing you come undone is what sets Joel off. With a few more hard thrusts, he stalls, releasing his hot cum deep inside of you. You groan at the warmth, and shiver at how good it feels. He takes a few deep breaths, relaxing for a moment before slipping out of you. 

You lay back, a little disoriented as you think about what just happened. And about how hard you just came. You only snap into focus when Joel chuckles. 

“What’s so funny?” You pout, your defenses ready to go back up. 

“That was hot,” he says with sincerity. Then he leans over and kisses your nose. “Think I’ll keep you.” 

You roll your eyes and jump down from the desk to put your pants back on. “Asshole,” you say, but in an affectionate way. A cute way. Once you’ve slipped on your shirt, you wait for Joel to finish dressing. 

He sighs as he buttons his flannel and nonchalantly strolls over to you. He grabs your lower back, pulling you close to him. “You like it,” he says before kissing your lips.

Masterlist

Joel Miller Taglist: @swtaura - @chxpsi - @extraneous-trip - @cerebellam - @tiredbeebo - @kirsteng42 - @trickstersp8 - @detectivebarba

hour of need

pairing - harwin strong x reader

warnings - fem!reader, sexual content, exhibitionism, cock warming

notes - short and sweet. also, since devoted to you has reached over 1k notes i just wanted to say thank you so much for all the support :')

y/n felt her body ached in pleasure, she never thought she would be caught dead in this position but here she was in Harwin Strong’s lap with his cock buried deep inside her. 

Their relationship had been complicated, to say the least. When y/n first arrived at court, it was merely in honor of Aegon’s second name day. But instead of returning home, Rhaenyra had decided to name y/n her lady-in-waiting, requesting for her to stay at King’s Landing. That was years ago, much had changed since then, but the one thing that stayed constant in her life was Ser Harwin Strong. From the moment they met, an invisible bond formed between the two. It seemed as if everywhere she went he would sooner or later make an appearance to be near her. It all started with longing glances from across the room to secretive touches when walking past each other. They were always playing cat and mouse, dancing around the fact that there might just be more between them just never outwardly admitting it. In turn, she started to give up hopes that he truly felt something for her, that this was all a lost cause. That was until Harwin saw her chatting with Jason Lannister who was obviously trying to woo her with his expensive wine and honey-coated promises. Something in him snapped that day, suddenly realizing he couldn’t wait on the sidelines anymore. He was a fool to assume she would wait forever for him.

So here she was, her dress bunched around her hips, the collar of her dress slipping off her shoulders as his lips ravaged her neck. She whined in need, wanting nothing more than to grind her hips against his but his hands were tight around her waist, keeping her in place. 

How long had it been since he had been denying her the release she so badly wanted?

“Oh, gods…please” throwing her head back impatiently.

He lifted his head from her neck, jaw tightening as he grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him “What gods? It’s just you and me and it’s my cock that you’re drunk from.” 

He thrust up into her, a soft whimper escaping from her lips. He promised to give her his attention once he finished writing the letter that he had started when she first arrived in his chambers, but that felt like ages ago. Now it just seemed like he was just punishing her for his own satisfaction. 

“Harwin please,” she begged her lips quivering as she felt her eyes start to burn with tears. 

“Please what, my love?” he mumbled against the soft skin of her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipple making her back arch. She was so lost in her own pleasure she hadn’t even heard the door to Harwin’s bedchamber open. 

“Brother, what is it- my gods!” a voice yelled from behind her nearly making her jump in surprise. 

“Come brother, deliver this letter to father,” Harwin said casually, obviously not phased by the situation. y/n cowered deeper into his chest, slipping her face into the crook of his neck wishing she could disappear. How could she ever face Larys ever again? 

“And why can't you deliver this letter to father yourself?” Larys demanded, his face red in annoyance, stumbling to grab the letter in Harwin’s hand while trying not to look at his lover’s half-naked body.

“I am leaving for Harrenhal.”

“Harrenhal?” 

“Lady y/n is to be my wife and we will be leaving for Harrenhal tonight,” he proclaimed, his hand running through y/n’s hair, tugging it at the roots, making her head tilt back to look at him. 

“But Harwin-“

“Make haste brother! Unless you would like to stay, I doubt my lady will mind an audience,” he teased with a smirk not once breaking eye contact with his lover. 

The sound of the door slamming shut was his only response. y/n whined, only making Harwin’s smirk grow, she wanted nothing more than to wipe that look off his face. 

“What’s wrong my love?” 

“How absolutely dreadful you are! You might as well have just taken me to the courtyard in front of everyone so they could all watch.”

“And to give them the pleasure of seeing the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms naked? No, my love, you’re all mine to devour,” he replied, as his lips trailed kisses down her neck once more, wanting to leave marks all over her body.

He gripped the back of her knees, effortlessly lifting her to lay her down on the table in front of them. The movement made her whimper in need, clawing at his body in hopes to bring him close to her again.

“Now, since you’ve been such a good girl, waiting so patiently. I think it’s time for your reward.”

intrusion

it's not really a disturbance if you both enjoy it, is it?

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you will be blocked, nudity (in general plus photos sent to vander), smut, fluff things, maybe dilf vander, ceo!vander, assistant!reader, boss x secretary

a/n: thank you for all the support and nice messages guys, there's more where this came from

received 3:49pm: Image Attachment

It’s late in the afternoon and Vander’s stuck in this conference room listening to Sevika go on about change and negotiating with a subdivision - namely Silco’s division - to strengthen this one. It’s unnecessary. A song he’s heard before and your name gently stirs his phone to life in his pocket.

received 3:40pm: i miss you :(

received 3:41pm: come home already?

He nearly grins. Vander can hear that honeyed tone in his ears. He can still hear you from this morning, insisting he stay with you for the day or go in late to work. He almost wishes he listened after all this drivel all morning.

“Vee.” You murmur, watching him draw his belt around his hips and fiddle with the buckle. A stinging ache on your ass makes your leg twitch from underneath these lukewarm sheets, much colder since Vander had gotten up to get ready for work.

He’s missing his shirt. Tufts of hair on his chest and your eyes rake over the corded muscle of his arms to his hands at his hips. Your eyes flit up to him and he shoots you a smile.

“Don’t look at me like that.” he muses, a brow furrowing as his lips curl upwards.

Your cheek is pressed to his pillow and he’s not sure if you know about your habit of unfurling from your ball in your sleep to roll onto his side in search of him - his heart swells whenever he notices it. How can he be sure when you beam at him like that?

“Like what?” Your voice is still thick from sleep, a little hoarse. It always is in the morning, but this one, he can hear the mischief in your voice.

Vander says nothing. He smiles as he picks up a shirt that’s hung over a chair and all you have to do to see him is turn your head, feeling the warmth of the pillow beneath your cheek as you watch him.

The right arm goes in first and you breathe out a heavy breath in your lungs when you watch his muscles stretch to bring the shirt over his shoulders. It’s crisp, but only from the dry cleaners. (He could never get those creases that slick even if he wanted to) and you laugh from it, making him peer over his shoulder to look at you.

You’re bare. Skin exposed and brilliantly radiant underneath the sun that’s dripping it’s syrupy light over the walls. It’s enough to make him stop altogether. His breath gets caught in his throat when you stretch still as you’re lying down and his eyes follow down your back to where the lows of your back disappears into the sheets that flow over you and bunch at your waist.

“Like what, Vander?”

The words are smooth this time, as if the sound of your voice doesn’t beckon him regardless.

“Come here.”

His legs feel weak. “Love-”

“I’ll behave.” you murmur as if it’s a secret between the two of you. “Please.”

Like hell you behaved. You didn’t let him leave this morning until he’d folded you over and pumped you full until you’d have his spend dripping down your legs, like he hadn’t done just that last night.

He knows what he’s in for when his phone stirs to life in his pocket. And stirs something else when he remembers this morning.

Grayson shoots him a warning look: pay attention.

Vander gives a sigh, a subtle nod on his features confirms his compliance as he opens up the attachment you sent him. His breath catches.

The picture’s taken in his study. It's a timed photo.

You’re kneeling in his leather swivel chair, dwarfed by it and the white button up he’d worn in light of the Medarda’s carouse the two of you attended last night. Only two buttons on the shirt are clasped and the rest is left open so that he gets a vague glimpse of the swell of your breasts and, between your parted legs, the dewy puddle of cream leaking onto it. One hand is holding the end of the shirt so it parts just right, so that you’re showcasing the curve of your legs and every bruise, bite, and crescent from your lovemaking. The other is pressed against the desk, a ploy to keep you from falling like the chair won’t already do that with the lock on its under side.

sent 3:55pm: don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you

Silco catches his eye and Vander says nothing, merely rubbing his palm over the hardness against his thigh as Silco seats himself and allows Benzo to take over, he’s wrapping up the meeting and has little to say on all the ‘pressing’ matters Silco brought up.

His phone vibrates softly in his hand and he’s obligated to look.

received 3:56pm: you’re not here so my options are limited.

Vander bites back a scoff. Cheeky little-

“Vander?”

He looks up and all eyes are on him. Shit. This hasn’t happened in a while.

“Nothing to add?”

Vander furrows his brows, a smart decision as he leans forward onto the table, “Nothing outside of the usual.” he says, standing and inhaling. It makes him look like a bear from how wide his body expands before he’s relaxing back to a fraction of what he was just before.

He clearly looks contemplative, like he’s got some master plan for it all and he does.

Your legs are hitched over his elbows and his pace is relentless as your ass hangs off the desk. Vander’s got his face buried in your neck, kissing open mouthed against your skin that’s sweet like it captured the honeyed rays that filtered into the room from this morning. Your fingers claw at his arms with the ache of his cock plunging against your sweet spot again and again.

“S-So, so good…” you warble as Vander takes your hips and brings them flush against him and his balls press against your ass, a promise that he’ll fill you up. You clench around him at the thought.

“Didn’t fill you up enough this morning, did I?” he jests in your ear, a rasp that makes you shudder and move with him like he’s not already using you like a cocksleeve. “My pretty little assistant’s supposed to be helping me-” A sharp slap to your already sore ass makes you shriek, fingers digging into Vander’s arms more. “But you need to be filled up every minute.”

Every thrust feels like it’s in your stomach and tough luck trying not to make any noise, because he’s forcing moans and these pitched gasps that are making him throb.

“I- ugh, m’cum- ming-” you hiccup quietly against his cheek before you throw your head back as his pace gets more brutal. “Oh fuck, cumming!”

Vander empties himself inside of you with a few slow thrusts, but they’re still punishing. Your lips are still wrapped around his cock as white pants at his reddening length. It stings to keep thrusting and he braces a hand on your lower back, the other on your hip keeps you flush against him so nothing drips out of you when he sits in the chair of his office.

He massages the cheeks, sore from his hands gripping and spanking them, courtesy of your photoshoot from earlier.

“You’re going to ride me til your legs give out. That alright, love?”

Your hands grip his shoulders and your voice rasps for an entirely different reason now that he’s buried to the hilt inside of your fluttering walls. “But Vander-”

“Till your legs give out.” he reassures as if you won’t be screaming for his everyone on his payroll to hear outside of this door. He kisses your sternum, your collar, your neck, then your lips. “This is your punishment and you’ll be taking it since my baby couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”

You're sighing like you haven’t been rolling your hips this entire time.

He presses his lips to your jaw, smiling against your skin when your head tips back, “Good girl.”

Two little bundles

From the moment King Viserys first saw the interaction at the hunt at the Godswood between the knight, Ser Harwin Strong, and his second born daughter with his late wife Aemma, Alyssa, he knew that Ser Harwin would be a good match for his youngest daughter. After seeing them dance together at Rhaenyra’s wedding and after all the chaos that happened that day Viserys had summoned his Hand Lyonel Strong to his bed chambers later that night to discuss the betrothal between his youngest daughter and Ser Lyonel oldest son Ser Harwin Strong. Though it would seem both The Old and The New Gods were on their side as piversouly Ser Harwin had pulled his father to the side to ask him if he could speak to the King to ask permission if he could have the young Princess hand in marriage.Not wasting any time the young couple was married within two months in Kingslanding as even a blind person could see how taken they were with each other.

Even as the months pass by them it seems that they were still in that love bubble that surrounded them from the first moment they locked eyes on each other.Even now as Alyssa watches her Husband get ready to start his day as the commander of the city watch, she couldn’t help but let her eyes wander down her husbands fame. “I can feel your eyes on me, my little wife.” Harwin says with a grin as he looks over his shoulder at his wife who was lying down on their sheared bed who shylying looked away making Harwin grin grow as he loved watching her flushed. “I was only admiring what is in front of me as you would say, my husband.” Alyssa says with a grin before putting her hands on her side as she struggles to sit herself up, which becomes difficult over time as her stomach swells with the couple's first child. Seeing his wife struggle Harwin quickly runs to his wife’s aid and helps her sit up and adjust the pillows behind her so she could at least have the smallest amount of comfort as he knew that now that she due any day now she had the hardest time finding comfort.

“How is my little wife, and child faring this morrow?” Harwin asks as he rests a hand on the swell of her stomach while leaning in to steal a kiss from his wife. “We are doing well, though I must admit I would appreciate it if my husband would kindly tell his child it is quite rude to kick someone awake.” Alyssa wince as said childs divlers a hard kick to her side. Without any words Harwin lifts up the shirt she was wearing which was in fact his shirt to her breast to show off her bare round stomach. Placing his lips to her stomach he begins to talk to their unborn child as they have notice early on it was his voice that would help settle the down the child when they were particularly active. As Alyssa watches Harwin caress and love on her stomach she couldn’t help but thank the Gods for sending Harwin to her as she couldn’t have been luckier to have him as her husband as she thinks back to when she first found out she was excepting. Despite being over the moon about the pregnancy their was still apart of her that feared child birthing after what happened to her late mother Aemma. When Alyssa confinden in Harwin about her fears Harwin assured her he would always choose her in the end, because despite already loving his unborn child Harwin could never live in a world where he could never feel her touch again. To never hear her voice again, to never see her smile again would be a curse unbearable to live life without having his wife by his side. So yes if there is a choice to make he will always make sure Alyssa will be saved above their unborn child.

“I love you.” Alyssa blurts out taking Harwin’s attention away there as he looks up to see his wife already looking down at him with all the love she holds for him seem to pour from her eyes. Not missing a single beat Harwin leans up having his lips above her just barely touching. “As I love you.” Harwin tells her before sharing a passionate kiss between the two lovers as the world seems to fade that neither of the two notice the door opening. “Oh! Would you please allow my sister to breathe Ser Harwin.” Rhaenyra's teasing voice broke the two lovers apart as Alyssa couldn’t help but giggle at her older sister's words. “Hello Princess.” Harwin grumbles slightly annoyed as this isn’t the first time Rhaenyra has barged into the couple’s shared room unannounced. “Hello sister.” Alyssa greets her sister much more happily than Harwin had. “Now that is a much happier greeting, don’t you think good brother brother?” Rhaenyra teas as she moves to lay down next to her little sister while placing baby Jacaerys (who was born just a few months ago) in between them. “Hello baby Jace.” Alyssa coos softly as she picks up her first born nephew before placing a few kisses on his face casing to babe to laugh and coo happily back at his aunt. “He’s gotten bigger.” Harwin comments as he walk back to get gold cloak to attach it to his armor. “Yes, he seems to double his size in just a few months.” Rhaenyra says proudly as she gazes at her son. “He’ll make a fine knight.” Alyssa says as she looks at her sister with a bright smile. “I too believe so.” Rhaenyra says softly before leaning over to kiss her younger sister’s forehead.

“I must start heading out, my love.” Harwin says as he once again walk back to his wife side completely dressed in his armor. “Promises to come back home safely?” Alyssa ask the same question she’s always ask since they started courting even though she knew that Harwin knew Kings Landing like the back of her hand which brought some relief towards her but she can’t help but worry for her husband. “Always.” Harwin promises as he has done since Alyssa has asked him. Kissing her softly on her lips before kissing her forehead he swore to her that he will be back before lunch time so they could dine together. Leaning back from he quickly reaches over and pushes Rhaenyra roughly so she could fall off the bed without hurting her as punishment for interrupting them once again. “Fuck you.” Rhaenyra swears at her good brother while Harwin simply laughs at her.

Opening their bedchamber door he finds Rhaenyra’s sworn shield standing outside their door who suspiciously had the same hair and eye color as her son and how also had some of the same features as each other. Without saying a word to each they simply nodded their head in understanding of each before Harwin left for the day eager to finish his duties for the day so he could return home. “You shouldn’t tease him so much, sister.” Alyssa tells her sister as Rhaenyra rejoins her. “Then it would be so boring.” Rhaenyra wines as they share a look before laughing. Rheanyra despite their bickering with each other, Rheanyra truly sees Harwin as her brother and not just as a good brother, and she was thankful that their father chose Harwin to be Alyssa’s husband. “How are you feeling sister?” Rhaenyra questions as she watches her sister fawn over her son. “Tired.” Alyssa answered honestly causing the two sisters to laugh as Rheanyra remembers being in her position only a few months back. “How much did you sleep last night? Have you had breakfast, yet?” Rhaenyra questioned her little sister, not even letting answer before she asked her next question. Grabbing Rhaenyra’s hand Alyssa softly smiles at her. “I’m feeling quite well, thank you sister, though no I have not had Breakfast yet.” Alyssa promises her as she couldn’t blame her for worrying since she too was in her position when Rhaenyra was in hers, especially after what happened to their mother. Rhaenyra couldn’t help a smile softly at her before hugging her sister as they sat there for few moments in peace before Rhaenrya had ask one of her ladies in waiting who had just walked in to bring their breakfast her so that they could dine together as she opens all the windows to the room knowing how much Alyssa hated being kept inside at all times.

Seeing as it was now only the two sisters, Rhaenyra gave Jace to his wet nurse as he became hungry and it was closer to his nap time. They sat in comfortable silence, well Rhaenrya sat while Alyssa walked around her room still in Harwin’s shirt as she got tired of laying down but did not feel like getting dressed and leaving her bedroom either so she settled for walking around her room. A sharp grasp from Alyssa catches Rhaenyra’s attention as she looks up to see her sister’s face scrunch up in pain as she cradles her baby bump in her hands as she is leaning forwards from the pain. “ Sister, is it time?” Rhaenyra asks as she rushes to her sister’s aid, before Alyssa could answer she groans in pain once more as her water breaks and runs down her leg answering Rhaenyra’s question. “Come, I will send for the midwife and send one of your ladies to fetch Harwin and be at your side once again.” Rhaenyra walks Alyssa back to her bed. “Everything will be okay, I promise.” Rhaenyra swears as she holds her sister's gaze for a few seconds before sitting Alyssa on the edge of the bed and rushes towards the door where she tells her sworn shield the news and watches as he runs down the hall to where he saw the second Princess ladies go to tell them. Seeing all the ladies rush out the room towards Alyssa’s room while one runs the opposite way to find Ser Hawrin, Rhaenyra makes her way back to her sister's side.

Luckily, as it was almost noon time Harwin was already on his way back to his lady wife’s side so the Princess’s lady did not have to travel far as she caught sight of him. “Ser Harwin!” The lady yells catching his attention as he remembers her being a part of his wife’s ladies. “Ser, it’s the Princess, her labors have started!” The lady tells him loudly once she gets closer to him before she starts running after Harwin when he starts running to his bedchamber paying no mind to the whispers that started after hearing the lady’s words. Each step took him closer to their shared bedchamber where he was now able to hear his wife’s cries of pain, without another thought he quickly badgers into their bedchamber where he sees Rhaenyra sitting behind his wife supporting her as Alyssa as she leans back against her. “Harwin.” Alyssa gasps in relife when she sees her husband standing in front of their bedroom door. Hearing her voice he’s quick to take off his armor before taking Rhaenyra’s previous spot, while Rhaenyra settles for kneeling beside her sister while still holding one of her sister’s hands, as Harwin takes ahold the other while his right hand settles on top of her stomach. “I’m her my love, you are so strong, my little warrior.” Harwin mumbles into his wife's damp forehead before laning a gentle kiss to where her forehead and her damp hairline meets.

“Push Princess, push.” The midwife calls from in between Alyssa’s legs. Alyssa grip on her sister and Harwin’s hand tightens as she leans forward groaning in pain as she did exactly as the Midwife instructed her to do before falling back against her husband to try and have moment to breath before she has to push again. “Keep breathing, you're doing well, sister.” Rhaenyra tries to comfort her sister as kisses her sister’s hand. “Try again, Princess.” The midwife says as she keeps Alyssa’s legs from closing. ‘Mmm..” Alyssa cries in pain as she pushes once again. “You’re almost there, Princess, I can now see the head!” The midwife informs happily as she sees the child start to crown. “Just a little more, My love. You are doing so well.” Harwin says excitedly as so many emotions run through him as he watches his brave little wife go through labor to bring their child into the world. “I-i can’t.” Alyssa cries as she browles her face into her husband's neck. “Yes, yes you can. You are so strong, my love and I could never thank you enough for allowing me to love you, and now you are bringing our child into this world and they will never know how lucky they are to have you as their mother, but I shall tell them just how lucky they are every day that passes.” Harwin says as he caresses his beloved wife’s face while everyone is touched by Harwins words as he speaks to his wife. “I love you.” Alyssa says with a stained smile as tears gather in her eyes. “And I you.” Harwin says softly as he moves her damp hair away from her face before leaning down to bring her into a gentle kiss. Though, the kiss didn’t last long as Alyssa breaks the kiss as she cries in pain before she starts to push again. “One more push princess, just one more.” The midwife encourages her as the child's head breaks through. As Alyssa lets out one last cry as she pushes the midwife gently grabs the babe and helps pull the baby out. “It’s here Princess!” One of the younger midwives shouted happily while Alyssa collapsed against her husband as she breathed in relief. While the older midwife turns the babe around she slaps the babe’s back and loud cries soon follow allowing everyone to breathe in relief. “It’s a boy! Praise the Mother!” Ther older midwife infromes everyone as she hands the babe to his mother. Alyssa cries happily as she holds her son kissing his forehead not caring that there was still blood on him. “Is he healthy?” Alyssa questions the midwife worriedly as her son starts to setll in his mother’s arms. “He’s as strong as a horse.” The midwife tells her Princess happily.

Laughing happily Alyssa crovers her son’s face with kisses, happy to finally have him in her arms, before she suddenly stills before letting out a painful goran alerting everyone in the room. “It’s the afterbirth.” The midwife announced before kneeling in between the princess’s legs only gasping in shock, alarming Harwin and Rhaenyra as she was taking the babe from her sister's arms as she knew the after birth could be just as painful, while Alyssa was too busy groaning in pain. “What, what’s wrong?” Harwin demanded to know what’s happening as he feared the worst. “There’s another babe coming.” The midwife anounce shocking everyone. “I need you to push now princess, the babe’s head is already showing. Groaning loudly Alyssa pushes as arches her back. “Again.” The midwife commands as she gently cradles the babe’s head as it peeks through. Wrimpring Alyssa pushes once more as she finally delivers her second child. Alyssa cries in relief partly as another set of cries field the air and also as she can feel the pain lessen finally. “Another boy, Princess.” The midwife smiles as she quickly hands the second born to his mother weak arms, but Alyssa does not mide as she cradles her second son against her chest as she covers her second born son with kisses as she had done with the first one, laughing in disbelief as she stares at him. “Please tell me that he is the last one.” Alyssa pleads causing everyone to laugh but is soon interrupted. “Princess.” Everyone looked up at the new voice to see one of the ladies that belonged to the Queen. “The Queen demands that the child be brought to her.” The lady demands changing everyone’s mood in the room quickly.

(Don’t worry their will be a part two to this I hope you all enjoy this and sorry if there any mistakes with grammar or my spelling.)

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