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I’ve been fanfic writing for 1 yr now!!!

Happy anniversary everybody!!

🎉🥳🎊🎁🎈🪩🎊🎉🥳🎁🪩

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Sleep.

Jason Todd x reader

Summary: Jason had a sleepy morning after a nightmare.

A/n: I wrote this in like fifteen minutes😅

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"Fuck," Jason breathed out as he sat up. 

He rubbed his forehead with a heavy hand. He was sweating. His hands trembled as he looked around to clear his mind from the horrid thoughts plaguing it.

He was in his bedroom. In his apartment. 

It was dark. The street lights caused a few streams of light to come through the blinds on the window, illuminating the room just to see shadows.

Just enough to see her.

His hand reached out to the other side of the bed, brushing over her shoulder. 

He could feel his mind begin to clear. 

It wasn't real. It was just a nightmare. She's fine. 

He pulled the blanket off and left the bed. There was no way he was sleeping now. Jason moved to the kitchen, his feet padding on the tile and his hand combing through his hair.

He lost track of time after that, drifting off occasionally at the small dining table.

…

"Jason…. Jason?" 

He sat up with a gasp.

"Jason," she spoke softly, her hand rubbing gentle circles on his bicep to help coax him awake. "Why aren't you in bed?"

He reached out, albeit a bit blindly, and wrapped an arm around her waist. He tugged her to him gently until he could rest his cheek against her stomach. He rubbed a soothing pattern up and down her back absentmindedly.

She brought her hands into his hair and cooed softly. "Couldn't sleep?"

He hummed into her stomach.

"Should at least come back to bed," she offered. "'S early."

"What time 's it?"

She leaned away to get a good look at the clock on the microwave. "4:28."

He let out an annoyed groan and stood up. His hands didn't move from her, pulling her into his chest now. "You need to go back to sleep."

"Won't without you," she mumbled.

Jason groaned again, though this one was more playful. Without warning, he grabbed her waist and picked her up. He gently laid her over his shoulder and walked back into the bedroom.

She didn't even bother to fight against him. Jason always won.

He ever so gently laid her onto the bed, cradling her head until it rested on her pillow. He kissed her cheek and stood back up. "I'll make you breakfast."

She let out a disapproving noise. But when the warm blanket was laid over her, sleep called for her again and she couldn't fight as much as she wanted.

He chuckled at her giving in. "I'll lay with you for a minute, alright? Just a minute."

He laid on his side, keeping her as close as possible.

…

She creaked her eyes open when the sunlight came through the window. 9:40.

Jason's arm was still around her and soft snores came from his throat.

At least he got some sleep.

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[entitled-fangirl]

Me if Cregan hurts sweet innocent y/n in little doe

REAL

Me too me too😅

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When is part two of little die coming out? 🫶🫶

*doe

Ummmm good question!

I have it like 20% written rn

But with classes starting back up, it might take a minute to get it done

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teaserrrrrrr

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"My lady!" The guard's voice rang through the corridor. "Lord Stark has requested to be alone this evening."

"Alone?" Her hand hesitates over the handle of their chamber doors. "He's never said such a thing to me."

They'd been married just a little under a month. The two quite liked each other. Though they each had their own rooms, the two had spent all of their time in his- under the furs and over them as well.

This was the first time she was denied time with him. It stung.

"He truly said that?" She asked. She had to be sure.

"He is feeling unwell."

"I can care for him, then," she offered. Her hand pushed on the door ever so slightly.

"I must insist you return to your chambers."

"Let me care for him!" She insisted.

The guard had to rush forward and grab her bicep. The two struggled against each other. The guard had to be gentle- to injure her is to harm the future of the North.

So, he eventually let go.

She huffed and brushed the dirt from her dress, shoving the door open and stepping in. 

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[entitled-fangirl]

If i was Cregan’s virgin wife, I would be so jealous if he was eating out random women and had lots of sexual experiences before me

You're gonna hate medieval history then

[entitled-fangirl]

whats virgin cregan x experienced reader like? is he jealous?

Girl just wait and be patient and I’ll tell yaaaaa

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virgin cregan smut soon please queen? or sequel to Little Doe?

I’ve had a crazy little thought

Virgin Cregan x experienced reader

I’m turning the fucking tables

[entitled-fangirl]

Today I posted my 80th Cregan fic😀

It does NOT feel like 80

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working on my masterlist

I'm adding a tag to each fic or drabble I've done so you can just endlessly scroll down my work for specific characters. I don't always put drabbles in my masterlist so I needed a place so they don't get lost.

Anyway, it'll be like #drew drools over cregan stark or whatever character I wrote about

So eventually I'll have tags for every character but we'll see😀

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just wanted to say I loved The Trail!! the way u write is so amazing,, it would be amazing if it was followed by a part 2! 🩷

Thank you!!!!

I've had mixed emotions about how I feel doing Batman fics but I think I'm starting to like it

I think part 2 will def have to go on the list

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I have a request if they are open. I know you’re nearing ovulation but unfortunately I’m on my period 😭 so my request is period sex. Let’s be real Cregan doesn’t care he’s seen so much blood in his life he doesn’t care. I feel like he’d have his wife on her back with a pillow under her hips (because he wants to make her comfortable) and his massive hand splayed across her belly massaging her cramps as he thrusts into her. (I also feel like Cregan would be obsessed with feeling her with each thrust. He has a size kick for his pretty lovely wife)

I dare to say I forgot the pillow part but I have delivered my queen. I just read "period sex" and got trigger happy on the keyboard 🤭

Feel better.

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Feel better.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

SMUT SMUT SMUT

Summary: uh... Cregan relieves his wife's period cramps.

Warnings: blood, period stuff, cramps, fingering, p in v, making a bloody mess hehe, aftercare king!!!

A/n: Based on an ask!

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"C'mon," he tutted. "Get up, sweet girl. The North waits on you."

She groaned and rolled over to view him. In the light, he looked ethereal. She could stare at him all day. "The North waits on you, Cregan."

"And I wait on you. Therefore, we all wait on you."

"Fine," she groaned again, sitting up with Cregan's help. Truthfully, Cregan had pulled her up, but he let her think she was doing it of her own accord. 

He brushed her hair behind her ear. "There you are." His hand trailed down her neck, brushing the soft skin. "Oh," his voice lowered. "Is it time already?"

"What are y-" she didn't have to look. She could feel it.

Blood on the fabric of the bed and soaked into her nightgown. 

"Well," Cregan mused. "Suppose the North can wait on us a little longer."

"No. You should go."

His brow quirked down. "You feel alright?"

With a shake of her head, she flopped back down onto the bed. 

He chuckled and cooed at her. "My poor girl." He brushed a hand over her stomach, pushing gently to massage. But at her groan, he stopped. "How pitiful." He stood, leaning over and giving her a kiss before pulling his cloak over her shoulders. "I'll be back soon, alright? I'll cut petitions short and then I'll be yours."

…

True to his word, he appeared in their chamber again, throwing his cloak to the side without much thought. He spent time unlacing his boots, careful not to wake the half-asleep girl in the bed.

He lay in the bed next to her, pulling her into his chest and smiling when she shifted until she was comfortable. She stirred and finally opened her eyes. "Cregan?"

"Hm?" He asked. "What do you need?"

"Hurts," she muttered. "Hurts bad."

"Aw, c'mere." Though she was already near him, he lifted her onto him. He manhandled her until she straddled one of his legs, her torso resting against his. His hands massaged at her hips, pressing his thumbs into the skin and relieving the pressure. She let out a sinful groan against his neck. 

That continued for a while, the steady motion of Cregan's large hands rubbing her hips and stomach as she melted against him. 

Her breathing picked up, and her hips began to shift against his leg. 

Cregan's hands paused. Was she…?

He barely brought a leg up to brush against her. And surely enough, she whined deeply when it hit her core. "My love?" He questioned. 

"Please," she whined. 

He thought about it for a while. "Can I… Can I really help you, sweet girl?"

Her hips didn't stop, and her mouth began to gently nip at his neck. 

He wrapped a hand around her waist, the other on the back of her head. He flipped the two with ease, relishing in her soft pleases and whines. "Patience."

He adjusted the two, pulling her legs up to her chest in a stretch that made her groan. "I know," he cooed. He held her legs with one hand, pulling her nightgown up. "Let's take this thing off, hm?"

Managing it off her head, she laid bare, embarrassed and hurting. 

"I have you, my love. Keep your legs there." He forced her hands under her knees. "Just like that. For just a minute. It'll feel good."

He kept a hand on her stomach, between her legs, rubbing gentle circles.

With his other hand, he began to rub small circles on her clit. 

The sight was quite bloody, he wouldn't deny that. But he was a man. He'd fought and killed. 

Cregan Stark didn't mind blood.

Especially when it made her let out such pretty noises. 

He trailed that hand down to her slit, gently coaxing a finger in and cursing when it took him in so easily. It was a strange feeling, the warm blood coating his fingers and gushing around them. 

He'd talked to a friend about this once. Before he was married. He remembered what his friend said: Why have sex with them then if it won't give you a babe?

She wiggled and cursed appreciatively at him. She was tight. As he curled his fingers in, she was immediately overwhelmed, repeating a constant, "thank you, thank you" and "feels so good."

He had intended to just watch like this but when she began to beg for "more, Cregan. More, please," he knew he wouldn't leave her hanging.

That led to now.

He slowly rocked his hips into her, cursing at the ease in which he slid in. How was she so tight and yet taking him so easily? He could occasionally feel her tighten around him when he hit an especially sore spot. 

His lips didn't leave her face, tracing down her cheek, kissing her lips, leaving marks down her neck. He muttered sweet words under his breath. He knew she would be mortified when this was over, so the best he could do was give her reassurances now. "Feel so good," he whispered. "So perfect for me." "'M gonna help you out, hm?"

And once he felt her relax enough to take him completely, he began to really rock his hips. 

She pulled on his hair, letting out a grateful moan. "Don't stop," she sobbed. 

He kissed her cheeks, "I won't." His hand on her stomach froze. Fuck. 

He could feel himself through her- a small bulge felt under his fingertips.

He pressed down on his next thrust, intent on making her relax. 

She mewled, her voice giving out finally from the pressure and bliss and pain and all of it together. 

"You're gonna come when I say," he assured, taking complete control to let her give in.

She couldn't even deny him. She'd give him anything he wanted. 

"Can you do that?" He teased, pressing down of her stomach a bit harder. 

She mewled again, tears pricking in her eyes at the relief.

"So good," he praised. "Why don't you come for me. You earned it. Being so good. You'll feel better, pretty girl."

He felt her tighten around him and he cursed, pressing on her stomach to prolong the feeling for her.

…

"Feel a little better?" He asked gently as he set her on the bed.

She had drifted in and out of consciousness after their time together. Cregan had gotten her up and cleaned her up, bathing her carefully. 

Now, he sat behind her on the bed, brushing through her damp hair. 

She hummed a yes at him.

"Good," he mused. "That's good."

His brushing through her hair had become so relaxing that she began to drift off. Cregan caught her as she began to slump. He chuckled and tucked her in with a promise to stay by her side until she woke again.

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Werewolf!Cregan??!?! You have all my attention

👀

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https://www.tumblr.com/entitled-fangirl/772315086107951105/cregan-fic-tonight-please

Thank you your grace 🛐

Of course, of course. I am a noble queen after all

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cregan fic tonight please?

I shall consider thy plea, young squire

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Is werewolf Cregan something you could write??

Oh.

Oh.

Oh shit.

This is something I didn’t know I needed