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Plug Connie X Bratty Reader.

content info unestablished relationship but you guys are super close. implied black reader. chunk of smut at the end - slight manhandling, mentions of fingering, , some possible squirting).

- Plug! Connie strikes me as the kind of man who quite honestly loves ur bratty attitude a little more than he really should. Especially when it’s his fault that you caught an attitude in the first place. He likes to rile you up, just so you catch an attitude with him, just so he can complain about ur attitude and most likely make it worse in the end.

- Plug! Connie who, for fucking sure, makes sure you watch ur tone when y’all are in public, regardless of if u two are together or not. Loves when you two argue about stupid shit like no one’s watching. Loves it even more when you mouth back at him but loses his amusement quickly once you start raising ur voice and calling him out his name. yeah, no. he’s not going for that. He’s gon remind you where you stand with him real quick.

Backing you up against the nearest surface, arms pressed on either side of you daring you to push him away, leaning down real close to your face so he can shut you up with just a look. god he knows you so well. asking you what’s the problem in that sweet soft voice like he knows there’s something else going on with his sweet girl.

- Plug! Connie who gives in to your antics from time to time (almost all the time). Buying you whatever you look at for more than a second. carrying your things when you’re out together. paying for your food. grinding and rolling your weed. He keeps snacks and a blanket in his car for when you roll with him but stops to get you food regardless. He likes to take care of you, he likes to give you everything you want, so when you don’t get it you complain about it. But he mostly does it so he can see the smile on your face when he makes things happen for you.

- Plug! Connie who’s does not care for ur battiness when he’s had a bad day. He looks forward to ur shitty attitude as a chance for some stress relief.

- These are the nights when he comes to get you after ur done off work. He just wanted to see you, pick you up some food and take you home, but you’re tired from work and have an attitude and he has an attitude from his shitty day no money-making day. All it takes is one “ fuck you lookin at” when you get in the car, and one thing leads to another and he’s dragging you from between the front seats to the back. pushing you over his knees so he can pull down ur bottoms and spank your ass until he can feel the heat radiating off you and that’s when he starts to feel a little better. He knows he’s done well when ur eyes are shining when you look at him and ur babbling apologies about your attitude. He’s apologetic when he pulls you into his lap so he can press kiss to ur face and thank you for making his day. Sliding his fingers between ur thighs and pushing your folds apart so he can feel how wet you’ve gotten just for him. Pulling you as close as he can to his chest and pushing your head into his neck, encouraging you to mark him as yours. Pressing his fingers around your entrance and pushing one thick finger in at a time until he finds and abuses his fingers against that spot that makes you see stars. He fucks you in his lap with his fingers util he can feel your nails break his skin through the shirt on his back. His rings slinging off his fingers from how wet you are, and he doesn’t stop bullying his fingers into your cunt until his lap feels wet with the mess that you’ve made together. Holding on to you as you calm down and catch your breath. helping you out from the back seat to the front so he can help you get in. Once he starts the car, he feels like he has no cares in the world. He’s passing you a joint and his lighter so you can tell him what made your day so shitty on the way to ur home.

-  Whew, Anyway, Plug! Connie who loves your bratty ass, because he’s the only one who can put up with that shit, and still love you to death the very next day.

oh nothin just thinkin abt benjicot putting his pretty little bracken wife in a mating press with her knees pushed up to her chest and tears rolling down her perfect pleasure stricken face. she made one stupid joke about "going back to the other side bcus the food is better" and now she’s on her back with ben humping in and out of her tight little cunt, bcus he would rather fuck a blackwood kin into her instead of letting her go anywhere tbh. it happens fast too, one minute she’s laughing at her little joke and the next the she can’t hear anything over the sound of ben’s groaning in her ear. he’s senselessly mumbling about filling her up with little blackwood babies and marking her as his property forever, eyes rolling back into his head while he tries to keep his strokes nice and deep and even, trying to focus on making a point regardless of how heavenly you feel. he can’t decide weather to look at the way ur tears stream down ur face and hit the sheets or the way his cock makes ur cunt continue the froth up with all the seed he’s pumped into you. smug feeling washing over his spine as he knows you’ll have a hard time going anywhere now, swollen with his cum and only able to think of his name and nothing else.

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face sitting with pretty nosed benjicot (smut)

a lovely anon has recently reminded me of the gospel that doja cat spoke, about men with big beautiful noses that are made for face sitting, riding, and everything in-between. and of course the only man on my mind at the moment is benjicot so i’d like to talk about it. him. everything.

firstly, i’d like to mention the moments where he’d crave being between ur legs the most. so prone to getting himself into fights, knocking some bloody bracken to the floor just to immediately turn tail back to the blackwood castle walls. storming up to ur shared chambers and bullying himself between ur legs until he can drown himself in everything that is you. and i do mean bullying in a literal sense, interrupting whatever it is u we’re doing in ur shared chambers, dragging you to the edge of your bed and parting ur thighs for himself. broad shoulders holding them open as ur thighs rest on his shoulders and his thumbs pressing bruises into the curve of ur hips…

or, in the rare chance of a marital dispute [he fights too much and he’s doesn’t understand what the issue is as that’s the blackwood way. but god do you mouth off about it. regardless!]

he can’t stop himself from manhandling you just a bit, pulling you on top of his face and shutting you up for just a little while. hops you’ll cède ur complaining when he does nothing but make you moan. pushing ur pretty skirts up until they pool around his head and he’s face to face with the part of you that could never deny him. A firm bruising grip keeping you from being in control of ur own hips, as he’s the one who grinds your perfect cunt against his face. his mouth and nose making you feel better than his fingers ever have. his broad nose bumps against ur bundle of nerves in the most delicious way. toying his thumb in and out of ur entrance while sliding his hands up and down ur body, violently anticipating the moment that you’ll reach ur peak and paint his face in ur essence.

but just between us, i believe that his favorite part of the entire evening would be after you’ve peaked. when you’ve got the beautiful sheen of sweat coating you and your panting on top of him, now moved back to rest on his chest or stomach. looking down at him while he stares and studies you like the work of art you are. gently lowering you back to the bed and looking up and you, like he knows you aren’t quite satisfied yet. and the night is so young…

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benjicot blackwood aka. mr attitude adjustment.

(a drabble about what benji is like when he reaches his limit with his pretty little wife.)

angry sex with benjicot. idk i just think he's the creator of the attitude adjustment. he married you because you were the love of his life, and also because when ever he showed his true brutish blackwood nature you would look at him with shining stars in your eyes. it also means that bcus he married a woman of fire and blood, he must also expect for her to argue like what she's made of. the argument between you two get hot, almost excitingly so. its almost like whatever you give to him he can give it right back to you ten fold. on some days its like his attitude is truly worse than yours. on the dl he loves the fact that you feel comfortable enough to really argue with him, to not back down submissively as he steps into ur space. He is truly lucky to not have married a "yes woman" who would gladly look him in his face and tell him when he was wrong. but sometimes.. instead of indulging in the arguing, he just wanted to fuck the attitude right out of you. [smutty below the cut]

god you were already so close to his face, on ur tippy toes, looking up and yelling at him like he wasn't as much of a lord like you were a princess. like he couldn't just bend you over the nearest flat surface and take you the way he wanted to. like he couldn't back you into the nearest wall with just his body pushing into you alone, pressing your body into the wall until to get the hint and start to pipe down and hear him out. or maybe he's feeling truly fed up with you, trying to stay calm in the face of his love for as long as he can before he's sweeping you off ur feet and up over his shoulder. continuing to argue while thrown over his shoulder bcus you know it'll just make it that much worse [better] for you.

walking through the halls of his family home, one he now has total control over, with his pretty little wife who just doesn't know when to stop. striding inside of your shared chambers and tossing on top of the bed, staring down at you with low eyes, the kind you see from him when you just know you're in trouble. slowly undoing the ties of his tunic while staring down at you, slapping ur hand away when you reach for ur own laces, as it starts to set in just how much trouble ur in.

now excuse me while i project for a moment but i think angry sex with him would maybe be the best dick of your life. I think any other time he would treat you like the treasure you are, fucking you tenderly but with passion. But now, when all he sees is red, his only goal is to make you fell so much pleasure you forget what upset you in the first place. his body is hot and pressed tight against yours, his warm breath huffing in ur ear and against ur neck. Lowly mummering taunts in ur ear as the tip of his cock slowly reaches places you rarely feel with him.

"where did your fight go my lady? what happened to the ferocious woman who was yelling in my face not but an hour ago? there's no way its the same woman who's under me now, about to be fucked full of my blackwood seed? could it?"

sigh... i need a little bit of hate sex in my life that would fix everything i think

hi!! requests are currently open for HOTD

benjicot blackwood is the simp of the century.

when benji loves you, he truly loves you with all his heart.

sigh... benjicot the total simp. who refuses to argue with his perfect fuckin wife. who shuts up when she tells him too. who gets dog walked day in and day out and who couldn’t give a fuck bcus he does it all with a smile on his face. who would do anything the love of his life demanded of him. cutting down those who dare to speak bad on ur name, on the last name he gave you.

he strikes me as someone who is entirely devoted to his woman. his wife. his lady. i think that like all his endeavors, he was utterly unstoppable in all of his attempts to get to you. to make you his. so once he does have you finally have you, with his rings on ur fingers. when u roam the halls, now dressed in the dark colors of his house. when ur bed chambers sit right across the hall from his. he decides then and there that he's never letting you leave his side. you would be a breath of fresh air for him, a break from plotting against people who never seem to understand reason, and from fighting the same fights over and over again.

He'd do anything to keep you happy within the confines of his home. he wants this place to feel like home for you too, like something you made together. like a place to fill with sounds of laughter coming from a new generation he made with you. decorations in ur bed chambers, trying new foods from the place you grew up, food that would bring you comfort in tough times. anything you wanted truly. chambers for ur family when they visit travel to where you would want. its going to be urs.

(nsfw)

And god, when the time would come for him to touch you. when he's allowed to run his hands over the planes of ur back. over the skin of your stomach that he plans to fill with his blackwood seed. he would make love to you, it would never be just making an heir to him. keeping you comfortable. putting ur pleasure before his own. everything would be about you i think. and when he finally does decide to take for himself, its in the throws of pleasure, when both of his hands are creating marks on ur hips and thighs from the strength of his grip. when he can feel you becoming impossibly tight around him, beginning to pound into you while begging for you to reach ur peaks at the same time. muttering into ur neck about how good you are and how heavenly you feel time and time again. continuing to pound into you while your juices froth around his cock, evidence of all his previous seed that he planted inside of you. pulling out and holding you close while his mess pools between ur thighs.

he loved you, and although the word "love" doesn't seem like enough to him. to describe the all encompassing feelings u fill him with. he would always try to show you all the same.

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cregan stark aka mr attitude adjustment.

sometimes cregan needs to check himself, and make sure ur good too

this is part of a series which at the moment also includes benjicot blackwood. if there's anyone you'd like to see done next please let me know! general NSFW content warning, talk of impregnation.

lalala cregan stark lalala tom taylor...can i just preface this by saying he causes the ultimate brain rot. i look at him and my brain just goes " big man in pelts and amour big man in pelts and-" anyway!

to me cregan stark is the physical embodiment of non sexual dominance. i mean we all know how well the men of the north treat their women, like they are queens even if they wear the crown or not. and being with the lord of winterfell himself only makes things better. He walks into a room and he demands control and attention, and when people see you his pretty little wife hanging off his arm it only makes him feel that much more powerful.

back to the n.s.d thing, lets just says he's a natural "father" figure. i can see him falling for someone who needs some... light correcting... are u following me. finding love with someone who may be a bit mouthy. who isn't afraid to look him in the face and disagree with him, to offer a different opinion from the other daft cunts int he room. someone who will watch him train, who will watch him knock new coming knights onto the ground without flinching away.

i just think he would find excitement in someone with a little fight in them. someone he can back into a corner with his body mass alone, looking down his nose at you no matter how much to try to stand tall in front of him. staring you down into submission until you don't have a peep left in you, giving him the talking space to tell you how exactly things are going to go from here on out. [nsfw]

its hard to imagine actual angry sex with cregan, a man made of honor like that would never try and apologize with his cock before he does so with his words. however, i can imagine jealous, possessive, and passionate sex with cregan after his honor towards you has been tested. maybe someone eludes to you having an hard time producing heirs, suggesting someone else. or maybe they have the audacity to marry you off or send you away for some sort of gain for winterfell. all of a sudden there's knocking on ur chamber doors, and ur being pushed into ur room instead of opening the door properly.

from there the evening existed entirely of hot and heavy breathing accompanied by his harsh grip moving along ur skin. he touches you with purpose, like he's trying to leave some sort of trace of him on ur skin. teeth biting into ur neck, the feeling similar to that of a wolfs fangs leaving bruises on ur skin after a harsh nip. if it was up to him he would've torn ur shift away from ur body and throw it into the fire, leaving you bare before his eyes for the rest of time. his war torn hands run up along whatever parts of you he can reach. his touches are desperate in the way he pushes you into the chaise, in way too much of a hurry to move both of you to the bed it seems. fingers prepping ur sweet cunt while muttering words of owners ship and adoration into ur neck. his hair tickles ur skin as you begin to claw at the part of him you can. its clumsy and desperate, the kind of intercourse where you know there's something he's trying to get off his chest but he just doesn't have the words to say it. its when he finally sheathes himself inside of you that he tells you all about the lords who dared to speak of you to his face. heavy girth pumping in and out of you while his voice gets louder and louder, crying out ur name over the sounds of lilted moans. making sure all the lords and ladies down the hall know that you won't be going anywhere. especially away from him.

this is my first work for cregan i love him so much that wolf of a man. my ask box is always open tbh i love to yap especially abt hotd

natural instincts…

sick and laying in my bed which also means i can’t stop thinking about cregan and the stark baby making gene that definitely runs in the family. cw: dis is mostly smut with a side of fluff, no angst at all. talk of breeding and imprégnation, as well as some talk of family life.

so it’s no secret to any of the beautiful brains on tumblr that the stark men have a certain habit of tripping and falling and maybe putting a baby in their pretty lady wives. and well i believe that cregan stark is no different. it’s so fucking cold in the north, and even though he is a man grown that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy a nice warm cunt to settle into at the end of the night. he works so hard :/ constantly walking around and performing his duty as lord of the north.

i can imagine how insufferable he’d be before you are wed. the thought of building a family with you always on him mind. sneaking into ur chambers before the sun is y over the hills, just to slide into bed with his hand on your stomach and dream about the life he can’t wait to have with you. talking over ir shoulder until you go to sleep and slipping back into his own chambers. it gets even worse once u finally belong to him under the eyes of the seven. on ur first official night together, during the bedding ceremony, he was incredibly gentle with you. so grateful to have you as his wife that he could even think to push you abt heirs. no he’s never allow those old fuck in the room to watch as he takes you over and over again, he allows them to listen to ur cries through the walls, opening the chamber doors and tossing the sheets at them after splitting u open on his cock for the first time that night. happiest man on the planet once he gets you back in his arm and under one of his favorite pelts.

i can imagine one day he sees you talking one of the young lords who had gotten lost and was search for his mother. stumbled upon you coddling him and wiping his tears until another his morhwr is found again. the whole ordeal has him feeling some kind of way, he can’t even find it in himself to approach you over the feeling of him stiffening between his thighs. he thinks about it for the rest of the day, the thought of making you a mother. just lalala scatter brained cregan stumbling around the training grounds things about stirring up ur guts the second you get back to ur shared chambers and keeping you on ur back until ur sure to be taken with his seed.

nsfw!!!!

baby making time! cregan is my man with a plan. he has been planting little seeds in ur brain for weeks now. talking about how cute having someone who looks just like you would be. or how much he would love to see ur belly get rounder with ever passing moon. wrapping his hands around ur stomach and pressing down right where ur womb would be, rocking you back and forth while pressing his slowly gardening cock into ur backside. his plan is going so well that it’s only be a matter of time before he has ur body crowded against the sheets of his bed. face down with tears wetting his sheets while his pillow sits comfortably underneath ur hips. sliding his cock in the space between ur thighs before finally oushing past the tight space of ur cunt. his front pressed against ur back while he lifts his hips and slams back into you at a toe curling pace. one hand keeping ur hips pressed against his while the other wraps around ur front, groping at whatever he can feel to lift you back into him, swallowing ur whines with a kiss. when all is said and done he likes to pull out and admire his work, the mess he’s made of you. rolling you over and sliding the pillow back under ur hips so you’ll be sure to bless him with a mini stark sometime soon.

he also is not the kind of man who refrains form touch you while you are with his child. it’s hard to ignore the way ur chest starts to swell along with your stomach, spilling out of the lovely dresses you wear. or the way ur body starts to beings softer.. more plush. completing him to dig his fingers into ur hips and revel in the marks he leave behind. so head over heels for his pregnant lady wife that he might wanna start keep her that way. swollen and sweet with his child.

this was typed during a fever dream so sorry for any mistakes. hotd requests are open!