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⠀opinions ⠀differ ⠀on ⠀whether ⠀i ⠀am ⠀a ⠀lady. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

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𝑨𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝑮𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐉𝐎𝐘
did not intend to be taken alive…
⠀

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

———— she would die as she had lived; with an axe in her hand & a laugh upon her lips.

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

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𝓮yebrow raised﹐ 𝓪sha offered her axe to the bastard﹒ 𝓪 hint of challenge lingered behind her disbelieving smile﹒

゛ 𝔂ou are more than just words﹐ show it again﹒ ゛
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[𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. @WlNTERSCOMMAND]

“I guarantee that I could find myself being a better aim, yes.”

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

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“ m-hm… think you can handle an axe better than i do, by any chance? ”
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[𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. @WlNTERSCOMMAND]

“You’re missing your target often, Greyjoy. Are you certain that you’re going about it correctly?”

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

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axe throwing — until reader steps between her target & her.
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[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND … pants. “ all of you. ” she grinned, feeling him beneath her palm.

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

aye — @WlNTERSCOMMAND, you must be theon's stark bastard 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅. snow, ain't you?

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND nails traced a slow path down snow's back, smirk disturbed by her heavy breathing.

“ you… ” one hand slipped between their bodies, feeling his abdomen as it descended. “ i want you. ” a kiss was stolen, hand sliding into his …

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND … words — a way of disarming her.

“ drown. ” she murmured against his mouth, her hands finding the hem of the lord commander's shirt.

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND the ironwoman could feel his breath vibrating against her skin, the humid trail of his mouth & the way his hands explored her body. the sensation lingered even after he rose to face her.

he had a way of fighting back and stealing …

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND … breathless, almost. her hands pulled at jon's hair, tilting his face up to meet her gaze from above.

“ pretty boy… keep pleasing me and you'll have your turn. ”

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND contact returned in haste, hands burying themselves once more in his hair, pulling him close.

a moan lingered on her lips, savoring the moment just as he savored her.

“ forgive a woman for enjoying herself. ”

she laughed — …

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND … she slipped free of his embrace, only to take a step back.

chest rose and fell heavily as asha grinned, pulling her shirt over her head. “ 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕. ”

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND “ m-hm — such a poor excuse… ”

head tilted, neck arching to grant the lord commander full access to her skin. eyes closed for a brief moment as a soft moan was released for him.

fingers buried in his hair gave a gentle tug. then …

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND her laughter was venomous — an unholy, pleased sound, edges as sharp as sweet — existing only to be swallowed by him.

“ so? take it. ” she growled, tights tightening hold around him.

[ 𝓟𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝓛𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰. @stormoflilies]

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—— 𝒔𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝒄𝐚𝐥𝐥 ⠀

♡︎ for a written starter with or without a gif . length will vary depending on muse , plot lines , etc . slightly selective .

ㅤ ㅤ

[ 𝓟𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝓛𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰. @stormoflilies]

https://t.co/kNLh6aQx3C

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND her fingertips tightened, one hand buried in the man's hair, the other clinging to the fabric covering his shoulder.

head tilted to deepen the kiss, welcoming his tongue with a 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. air, when needed, shared between mouths.

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND … fleeting caress.

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND asha grew drunk on snow's essence, drinking from his kiss as though she had been thirsty all her life — perhaps she had.

“ then show me, crow. ” dare stated, her smile parted — tip of her tongue brushing against his lips in a …

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND asha could feel a hungry roar building inside her — growing stronger as he responded to her.

“ all you've got? ” she breathed against his mouth, foreheads briefly resting together.

[﹏𓊝﹏ @OFBLACKWIND]

@WlNTERSCOMMAND in one fluid motion, she rose to meet him, her legs locking around his waist as though daring him to let go, every ounce of her refusing to surrender the kiss.