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…I just got to see the Driver Era in concert.

I’m SCREAMING

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You’re spoiling us with all your lovely fics 🥹🩷

THANK YOU SO MUCH

Of course of course🤭

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Y'all have spoooooooooken

aka: which vampire fic should I do

EDIT: ooo shall we play with the vampire bat idea???

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We know Cregan is a boobs man (breeding kink hello,) but he’s also obsessed with his wife’s hands

They’re so much smaller than his own, pretty and delicate. She wears the Stark Signet ring and the gifted rings from him. He loves the sight of them

He also loves her hands on his body; massaging his shoulders and neck, wrapped around his hard on, pulling at his hair, etc

Holding her hand in his own is his favourite past time <3

Doesn't matter where they are or what they're doing, his hands are always on hers.

His hand is always caressing hers, fingers running over her soft skin.

He had tons of rings made for her, each made to showcase her pretty fingers.

Anytime they sat together, he'd slip his rings off and place them on her with a kiss to each one.

It drives him mad.

...

One night, he's sitting in front of the fireplace with his wife. She'd pulled herself onto her knees behind him, massaging his shoulders. His breathing had steadied. His eyes had closed.

"You're so tense," she breathed against his ear. "You spend so much time caring for others. Let me care for you."

As her hands moved down his biceps, his eyes opened. He wanted to see her hands on him.

"My lovely husband," she smiled.

He'd had enough, needing more and more of her against him.

He reached back, pulling her around him, despite her giggling.

Once he had her in his lap, he gave her a gentle kiss. His arms were wrapped around her, keeping her near. "You're my weakness, my girl."

Her hands disappeared into his hair, tugging lightly. Cregan immediately groaned.

It would be a long night for those two.

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Cregan Stark never notice when someone is flirting with him because his inner monologue is just “my wife my wife my wife my wife”

And after the evening is over ppl will ask him “what were you and that Lady talking about?”

“Who??” he has no clue lol

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"Ah, yes. Well, I do think she'd quite enjoy that."

The lady's face falls slightly. She had tried and tried to flirt with the Northerner, failing each time. Cregan was like talking to a brick wall. Each sentence ended with "my wife would like that," "let me see what my wife thinks," "that sounds like her."

And it wasn't him dodging it either. He was just that clueless.

"Well, it's just... I've noticed you don't have any children yet."

He nods, placing his hands on his hips. "It's only a matter of time. I'm in no rush, of course. Whenever the gods deem it is when it shall happen."

She hums. "Pardon my forwardness. Does she not... satisfy you, my Lord?" Her question was prying, trying to weave her way into his bed. He had no idea.

In fact, his cheeks flushed. "No. No, it's not that. Not that at all. 'Tis truly a miracle we do not have a small army of our own," he chuckled.

She flushed next, realizing that she was getting nowhere with him. She stepped forward into his personal space, beginning to bat her lashes at him. "She's... the perfect wife?"

"Oh, truly," he grins, getting to gush more about his wife. "An absolute beauty. Brains and wit to match. She's truly striking in every room she walks into. Like the sun, that girl." He immediately looks around. "Have you met her? I'm sure she-"

"-My Lord," the woman interrupts. "Forgive me. But, I'm not here to speak about your wife." She prayed he'd pick up on her hints.

His head tilts to the side. "Oh," he says in a confused fashion. Who would not wish to speak about her? "Alright?"

"I want to talk about you," she smiles, running a hand over his broad chest.

He takes a step back out of her reach almost instinctively. "Well... unless it's about the North, there isn't much to speak of."

"Oh, there's much," she tries to push. "You're an interesting man."

"The most interesting thing about me is who I married, I assure you," he says.

She huffs, deciding to give up. There's no way to make sense to this man.

As she walks away, Bolton approaches him. "What were you speaking of with the lady?"

"Hm? Oh. We were speaking of my beautiful wife."

Bolton frowned. "Really? Is that what she was speaking of, too? Or just you?"

"What do you mean?"

"That lady has tried to flirt her way into many men's beds."

Cregan's brows pulled together. "Huh. That wasn't what I was talking about."

Bolton laughed, clapping Stark on the back. "You've got a wonder, my Lord. I don't blame you for keeping her close to the heart and mind."

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Cregan and his wife who was sitting by the fire, getting ready for bed, and Cregan comes in totally worn down from the day’s duties and preparations for Winter that he kneels before his wife and drops his head in her lap….

Oh my god yes yes yes

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Now I can’t stop thinking about Jason Todd with baby fever I NEED IT 🤤🩷

I love your writing and your mind

It all started with Red Hood saving a young mother and her baby, proceeding was a long lecture about the dangers of walking in Gotham at night. He held the baby in his arms as he paced, rambling on about the whole ordeal. The baby had no idea what was going on and babbled in Jason’s strong arms.

And when he handed the baby back: that’s what got him. The relief in the mother’s eyes. The immediate calmness that came over her once the child was pressed against her.

Huh, he thought. My girl could do that.

But he shook it away and gave a typical heroic goodbye, continuing his patrol.

…

The next night, he’s suiting up again, and his girl is lounging on the couch. “Leaving already?”

“It’s almost 11, baby. You know I gotta go.”

“You didn’t even tell me about your night before.”

He wants to tell her. Go into dramatic detail. But his eyes are focused on her body. How pretty she’d look with a rounded belly.

“-on? Jason!”

He snaps to. “Sorry. Just lost in thought.”

She smiles. “Clearly.”

…

At lunch the next day, he sees that same mother. She’s struggling, stuff falls from her purse as she tries to keep everything together in line.

Though already seated, Jason’s girl gets up and picks up all the spilled contents, gently placing them back into the woman’s bag. The woman lets out a relieved breath and the two quietly converse out of Jason’s range of hearing.

Then Y/n is approaching the table again with the baby Jason saved only two days ago.

“What are you do-“

“She needs some help. I offered to let her sit at our table so I can entertain her baby. Give her time to eat and all that.”

Jason peers over to the mother, who’s eyeing the table every now and then, just to make sure. But looking overall relieved with the help.

“Sorry, Jase. I know I should’ve asked. It’s j-“

“-it’s perfect.”

She paused, adjusting the baby in her arms. “It is?”

His face lights up as he looks her over. Instinctively rocking a baby in her arms. It looks so natural. He grows hard at the thought.

“Sorry about that,” the mother returns with her food in hand. “I appreciate all of this, you know.”

“Of course. It’s not a problem,” Y/n explains.

“Oh. He’s fallen asleep. That was quick,” the mother smiles.

God, Jason thinks he’s gonna melt.

“You’re a natural,” the woman compliments. “Sorry but… are you two… trying?”

Y/n flushes red. “Oh, well, I don’t think we-“

“-yeah.” Jason answers.

Her head snaps to Jason’s.

“Just started trying, really. Makes us notice things like this more,” he explains.

“Ah,” the woman grins. “How lovely. Well, for your sake,” she points at Jason, “but mostly yours,” she points to Y/n. “I hope it happens. A baby would be lucky to have you.”

“I know it,” Jason grins. “She’s a stunner.”

Y/n is in shock, still quietly rocking the baby back and forth.

“Sweetheart, come sit down,” he motions. When she sits next to him, he rests an arm over her shoulder and looks down at the baby with her.

“That wouldn’t be too bad, huh?” He says, placing a kiss on her forehead. “A little us?”

“No. No. That wouldn’t be terrible at all.”

…

Trust that she has a baby exactly nine months from that lunch.

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I'm thinking that my vampire!Bruce or vampire!Jason fic should be spoooooooky

shall i add fluff, smut or angst with it?

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aka: which vampire fic should I do

EDIT: ooo shall we play with the vampire bat idea???

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Big bad Jason Todd getting baby fever.

That's it. Aaaaaand post.

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Gods i need a fic of cregan with a heavy breeding kink and goes feral😩

We all know he'd have his own army of kids if his wife was willing

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As much as I love Cregan x Wife

the way he called Jace “my prince” just melts me

Oh yeah those are two bros in love

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On a sweeter note, Cregan seem like such girl dad to me <3

He would adore his daughters so much, and allow them to get away with murder and treason

“My Lord, they killed five men!”

“And I’m sure they looked adorable doing it.”

“What about all the people they murdered?”

Cregan *while rebraiding their hair*: “what MURDAAAAA???”

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Cregan, completely pussywhipped, just up and leaves a council meeting because he would rather be with his wife instead.

She would wiggle one finger at him like “come here” and he just obeys her without question.

Everyone in the north knows that The Warden is actually The Wife, and if you harm her you risk your own life, but if you want Lord Stark on your side it’s best to make Lady Stark like you, because he only listens to her x

You get it you get it

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“Must you go?” She asked with a sigh.

Cregan pulls away with a grin. “Only for a few hours, my love. A mere council meeting. Then I will return and lay with you until you have to tell me to stop.”

“Is that a promise?”

He pulls her in for another gentle kiss. “I swear it on my life.”

There’s a twinkle in her eyes, one of pure mischief. She nods along and as he laces up his boots. “There’s nothing I can say to make you wish to stay, Cregan?”

If she just politely asked, he’d stay. He’d do anything for her.

He was so wrapped around her finger.

But he said nothing, tying his cloak with steady fingers and leaving one last kiss on her head.

…

The council meeting was long and grueling. He wanted to care. He should care. But he didn’t. All of his thoughts were occupied by a certain woman whom he loved.

“Lord Stark, there is a letter for you.”

The members paused, each turning their heads to the interruption. Things like this never happened.

So, he nervously takes the letter and opens it, only to see his pretty wife’s cursive across it. Everyone waits in silence as his eyes scan the contents.

I’ll be waiting. In nothing. You know my hands have a habit of wandering. I’d hate for you to miss it.

“My Lord, you’re pale. Is everything alright?” Bolton asks.

“No. No. I must go,” he urges, standing from his chair at the head of the table, making the others follow suit.

“An emergency?”

“Oh, of the utmost kind,” he grinned, leaving the table without a goodbye.

…

When he enters into their room, he’s quiet and cautious, a trait so unlike the usual burly attitude of the Northerner.

And the sight brings him to his knees.

His pretty wife with her fingers deep between her pussy lips, her back arching with an occasional huff of breath from her lips.

The sound of his knees hitting the floor brings her out of her stupor, sitting up and covering herself in a moment of weakness. Then, she recognizes him. “But I thought-“

“-I’d rather wish to not think at all right now,” he whispers.

Her lips pulled up in a smile. Then she pulled the furs aside and spread her legs for him. “Then don’t.” Her head tilts in amusement. “Crawl to me.”

The Warden of the North crawls slowly on all fours to his perfect girl. When his hands were near enough, he caressed and kissed up her leg.

“So beautiful,” he hums against her skin, working his way up her body.

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I feel like ppl always talk about how wiped out the reader is from getting that d from Cregan, but what about Cregan being totally pussy whipped and barely able to stay awake after like two or three rounds.

Now we’re talkingggggg

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speaking of cregan and his breeding kink, how much does he love cockwarming do you think? he would love to be inside his wife at all times

his wife sitting in his lap warming his hard cock as he works on reports x

they fall sleep with his cock inside her, and wake up and they go again x

Oh I 100% believe he loves it

Like on those nights he’s up late finishing reports, she’ll come into his solar all tired. It started with her sleeping on the settee he had brought in for her. But some of those long nights resulted in her missing her husband’s touch.

Easy compromise.

She’d sit in his lap, letting his fingers work on her, prepping her. It turned her on with the way his attention stayed on his work while his non-dominate hand absolutely played her from the inside out. And once she was prepped enough to his liking, she’d straddle him. Taking his cock with ease.

He’d always try to pretend that this part didn’t get to him. He needed to be focused on his work. Many barely legible letters are proof of his poor self-control.

And he’d work as she sat on his cock. Face tucked in his neck and she finds sleep.

His best reassurance for her came through his words. “Taking me so well,” “so good for me,” “be still, my love. I’ll take you to bed soon enough.”

And her breathing would always grow heavier as she falls asleep. Cregan never smiles as much as he does then.

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I always wondered how it would be if cregan and his wife had to take a break from their intimacy since she was pregnant but at some point they couldnt take it anymore (this man has a breeding kink we all know it) and they just🤫🫢

Oh you know his hands are always up on her regardless.

And like during the pregnancy, the maesters say having sex could harm the baby. So, the two are stuck eye fucking each other for a few months.

Oh and it’s bad too. She always offered to jerk him off, but he feels so guilty if she can’t orgasm with him that he denies her offers.

Results in lots of dry humping.

One night, they’re at their limit, and Cregan decides to experiment. His hands run over her back and hips, massaging some aches away. But then he goes lower and begins to massage practiced fingers over her clit. She’s desperate and whiny and a puddle in his hands. She begs for a release, and who is he to deny her?

So he fingers her. It’s careful and slow, checking that he’d do no damage to his pretty girl or his future child. When it only results in pleasure from her, he concludes that the maesters were wrong.

So after that, anytime, anywhere, anything she wants, he’d do. It’s always a whole thing- setting out blankets and pillows wherever she wants to have sex at so she’s comfortable.

And of course, exploring new positions now that his favorite missionary position is getting difficult. Cowgirl becomes a good one- he can admire her pretty swollen belly and breasts, run his hands over her, just gush about how perfect she is as she rides him. And when her legs get tired (which happens almost immediately), he can guide her hips himself and help thrust up into her.

When the pregnancy develops to the later months, she’s desperate to fuck, but unable to have the energy to do so. So…. Sex while cuddling is always the go-to. Not much work on his sweet girl’s part.

He’s never rough, always worried still about hurting the babe. Only sweet, worshipful sex for his girl. And he begins to prefer it more than anything rough they used to do before. He watched how she’d preen as his praise- when his hands were stretched over her belly as she chased her high. How red her cheeks would get and the smile she wore. Yeah, he’d have to remember that.

They’re having sex more than once a day by the time the baby comes. Ya know, sex helps induce labor or something.

And it’s back to eye-fucking for a while until she heals.