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Ugh- I had planned to write some stuff but alas, a high fever has got me and I am bedridden for the next day or two

🤧🤧 everyone stay healthy please!!

[entitled-fangirl]

All is fair in love.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

SMUT

Summary: Cregan hates when they fight. He loves when they make up.

Warnings: fingering, breast play, doing stuff in public (the woods), orgasm denial, etc

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Cregan hated disagreements with his wife.

He was the Warden for gods sakes and still the little woman questioned him.

But worse than the arguments themselves was the first attempt at making up with one another. Especially when neither side wished to apologize.

They often found themselves at standstills, prompting a new argument atop the old ones.

But when one finally caved?

That was often Cregan's favorite part.

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"I have a wager then," Cregan offered, trying to ease the tension of their previous fight that had yet to be resolved.

She sighed, her jaw set harshly as she leaned against his broad chest. "And what's that?"

His hands stretched out to brush his horse's neck, forcing his chest against her back roughly so he could whisper lowly in her ear. "The bet is this: who can stay silent longer?"

Her brows furrowed. "That sounds ridiculous."

He placed a finger over her mouth. "Quiet. Or you'll lose."

"And what do I win?"

"What do you want?" He asked.

She was thankful that they were alone in the forest or all of the North might have heard her racing heart.

"I want you to admit that I was right," she said immediately.

"That set in your ways?" He mocked.

"And," she added. "I want a place on your council."

"You have a place on m-"

"- I have a place as your wife. That is hardly a place. Northerners do not listen to wives. Give me a true place on your council."

He ran a hand up her side, staring at the curve of her neck as he contemplated her tall order.

Perhaps a difference in opinion wouldn't be all that bad.

"Fine."

"Fine," she tutted. "And if you win?"

He ran his tongue over his top row of teeth. "We'll see when we get there, won't we?"

"We won't," she seethed, still leaning on him.

"A shame you married a quiet man," he teased, letting his hand roam over her stomach.

"Quiet, my arse." When his hand began to wander over her breast, she huffed, "Cregan, w-"

"Shh, we've started," he teased further.

So this was his game? Very well.

She rested her head against his chest as they rode, letting Cregan's hands wander wherever it pleased him. 

Which was anywhere he knew would please her.

It started innocent, a brush of her breast, a brush down her thigh, a breath against her neck. 

The only sound was the horse's heavy steps and the sound of the wind rustling through the remaining leaves on the trees.

And though she stayed quiet, she'd be lying if she said his touch didn't get to her.

Particularly when he grew bolder.

He slipped a hand into her riding pants, the button coming undone. The cold air made goosebumps break out over her exposed skin.

When his hand grazed over her small clothes, her breath hitched.

He knew he had a chance then.

He delicately slipped under the band with one finger, teasing it across the fabric until he let his entire hand go with it. She shifted her weight, clearly fighting back a sound.

When his cold fingers brushed over her sensitive clit, she instinctively grabbed his wrist, her entire body shuddering with the sensation she tried to fight.

Her grip on his wrist stopped nothing, for his fingers began to gently rub circles. Her mouth opened in an attempt to fight off a sound.

Cregan's head rested against her shoulder, a breathy chuckle sounding when he touched a rather sensitive spot that made her arch away from him.

He wanted to tease her vocally so bad.

He traveled lower, letting his fingers now gently prod at her, spreading her just to get a reaction.

Her eyes were closed at this point, fighting whether to scold him or rock against his hand.

He watched her hands shake when he pressed two fingers into her. Her eyes were shut tightly, and her lips were being bit to pieces. 

He was sure he'd have her by now, and he was beginning to grow frustrated. He practically forced the reigns into her hands. And now with his own free, he snaked it up her riding tunic. His icy cold fingers caused goosebumps over her warm stomach. 

He pressed the cold digits against her, desperate for a vocal reaction but no such luck.

But he did get a shiver from her. 

He took it gladly, now continuing his track up her stomach with one hand, the other now pumping lazily into her.

When his fingers grazed over her breast, she sucked in a breath. She was beginning to hold in everything now and he gently pulled and brushed at her nipple.

He decided it was now or never. And like a sudden wave of confidence, he pumped his fingers in and out at a steady pace, rubbing at her clit with his thumb. His other hand pulled at her other nipple now, and his lips sucked just under her jaw.

Her entire body jerked, prompting a small squeak of her voice out. 

And he stopped. 

His fingers paused.

And a broad smile pulled at his lips against her neck.

"That's unfair," she panted as her hips still rocked up for friction.

He didn't give it to her, keeping his hand close to her body. "I fail to see how."

"Cregan, please," she whined, placing a hand over her tunic where his hand rested. "Please, please, I did your bet."

"Apologize."

She whined. "It can wait-"

"-Apologize," he said again.

She bit her lip in defiance. His finger flicked over her nipple, making a small moan come out of her mouth. "Fine! Forgive me!" She begged. "I was wrong!"

"-And rude."

"And rude."

He kissed her neck. "And selfish."

"And selfish."

"And you understand you were wrong?"

"Yes! Yes! Just-"

"-And," he pushed further, "you understand that I'll still give you a place on my council?" 

If she heard the words for what they were, she didn't quite show it. "Yes! J-"

"And when we return to our chambers, I'm going to fuck you until the morrow?"

"YES!" She finally yelled in frustration. "Cregan! Ju-"

"-I know," he cooed. 

He resumed his movements from before, completely enjoying the sounds that now openly spilled from his little wife's mouth.

"Fuck," she moaned. Her free hand wandered behind her to the back of his head. "Fuck, you're s-so good to m-me."

"Am I?" He teased lowly.

"So good. You're so good! I… I think I'm gonna-"

His hands paused again. 

A deep pitiful whine came from her, her body now leaning forward in a little slump. "I said what you wanted," she whined.

"You did," he agreed sternly. "But I won the wager." He kissed the shell of her ear before purring into it. "And I've decided that you cannot come until we reach our chambers. Can you wait until then, pretty girl?"

She shifted, trying against just to get friction. "You're cruel," she whispered.

"All is fair in love and war, my love," he grinned, lazily tracing over her clit again.

He took the reins back, guiding the horse the long way home.

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can we please get more cowboy cregan love your writing so much!!

Ahhhh we can never have too much cowboy Cregan

The second I think of a scenario I’ll write it- just for u

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The next one.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

Summary: Cregan returns home after months away, reuniting with his wife and children.

Warnings: innuendos and sexual comments between a husband and wife.

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"My lady, Lord Stark has returned. He is leading the men through the gates now."

She nearly dropped everything in her hand. 

Cregan had been gone for far too long it seemed, and finally the North was getting their Warden back. 

More importantly, she was getting her husband back.

She ran past the servant, practically sprinting through to the main doors. 

When she saw Cregan proudly leading his men, she didn't stop to let him come to her. 

Cregan's face lit up in joy at the sight of his wife running to him. Before she even neared, he was throwing his leg over his horse to dismount. 

He braced himself and caught her, the feeling of her against him relighting the spark that had begun to fade in his heart from such a long time away from home. The smell of her hair calmed him. 

The men that chuckled were few, understanding the feeling of returning to a wife. 

Cregan had to practically pry her away to even get to look her in the eye. "How I've longed for you, woman."

She all but melted in his hold, her face held between his two large hands. "Cregan, you must know-"

"-Whatever it is, it can wait," he smiled. "For now, I reunite with my one." He looked over his shoulder to his men. "The war is won. Now reclaim your homes and your wives!"

There was a loud cheer that washed over the men like waves. They all slowly dissipated, each going to their respected homes.

Her fingers brushed up and down Cregan's wrist, awaiting his next words as if he commanded her to breathe. 

"Tell me, pretty girl. Did you miss your lord?"

"Dreadfully," she admitted with a pitiful whine.

"Aye. Thought so." He spun her, her back now pressed firmly against his chest. He let his hands explore her as he spoke in her ear. "Tell me how dreadfully my beautiful girl missed me. Tell me how you managed along without me. How much this cunt missed me. My mere touch runs your breath ragged." His hand grazed over her most intimate parts through her skirt, causing a red to come over her face. "And my children, how you've raised them s-"

"PAPA!"

Cregan's hand fell to a more appropriate area on her waist, but his attention on his wife was lost once he recognized the voice.

His little Arya.

She ran with a wobble to her step still, only being four. But the brightness in her eyes at the sight of her father's return made his heart soar. 

How she had grown in his few months away. 

He scooped her up, tossing her into the air and catching her with ease. The two giggled together as they connected, a scratchy kiss placed on her cheek from the burly man. "My perfect girl! Have you been good for your mother?"

Her big bright eyes held the Stark mischief to them, and she shook her head with a knowing cheeky grin.

He feigned dropping her, catching her with ease with one hand and beginning to tickle her with the other. Loud shrieks of laughter came from the small girl.

Prompting Rickon to join them.

Rickon was older, going on five. Despite only being a year older, he held himself with high esteem, carrying the Stark name with the same pride as his father.

He faked the stern face, but all knew deep inside that he was just as excited to see Cregan. 

He came to Y/n's awaiting arms, leaning his head against her stomach as the two watched Cregan finish his reunion with Arya. He held her up with one hand and acknowledged his boy. "Rickon." The once joyous tone with Arya dissipated to a firm one. He bent down to Rickon's level, putting a heavy hand to his shoulders. "You have kept them safe. My little lord of Winterfell. Well done." His hand affectionately patted the boy's cheek.

Arya squirmed and pulled from Cregan's arms, now hiding in her mother's skirt.

Cregan stood with a small groan to his aching muscles. "But I have missed you most," he clarified to his wife, now giving his full attention back to her.

"More than Jonnel?" Arya asked with a peek around the skirt.

Cregan's brows came together, looking to his wife for clarification.

"Cregan, we must talk," Y/n tried again.

"Wh-" He felt a small anger in him rise.

"You left me all those moons ago with child!" She clarified. "A boy."

His face dropped and soon a disbelieving smile replaced it. "A-A boy? Another boy?"

She nodded. "He's perfect."

"You've given me another?" He still asked in shock.

"Now two moons old." A smile grin plastered to her face, "I don't think I've seen a more northern babe in all my days."

Cregan stared at his wife like she'd said the most profound thing that even the greatest philosophers could not think of. 

Then a large smile took over his features. "Let us see this babe!" He scooped up Arya and guided Rickon by his shoulder, Y/n following behind them.

As he walked through the Winterfell halls, she took notes of the small differences in him. His hair was now much longer than before, his beard grown in some- signs that he may have tried to keep it trimmed at the beginning of the journey then gave up. Most noticeable was his stance.

Cregan Stark had now seen war, and the very essence of him screamed it.

How tired he must be. And still, he finds the energy for his little family.

He almost busted down the door to the nursery, forgetting himself and frightening the maid within. She excused herself under her breath.

Y/n watched Cregan bring his children to the side of the small crib. His eyes practically glowed as he took in the sight of little babe.

"Jonnel," he whispered. "It suits him."

"I liked Torrhen," Y/n mentioned from behind him, now approaching and wrapping her arms around him. "But he's more of a Jonnel."

"There's always the next one," he chirped, smirking when he knew his wife turned a bright shade of red.

"Rickon, Arya, off you go," she waved them off, "Your papa will see you at dinner." When Arya opened her mouth to complain, a small look from her mother made her go.

"You didn't notice the changes in me?" Y/n finally asked as the two lovers stared over the child. "You always used to say you knew my body better than I."

"I noticed," he admitted. "The way your breasts have swollen in my absence, yes, I noticed." He reached down, brushing a finger over the child's cheek. "Though I did not know if it was from a child and I would not embarrass you in that way."

Warmth moved from her cheeks down to her stomach. Her husband's words had a deep effect on her. She stood on the tips of her toes, nipping at the northman's ear. "The next one, you said?"

A deep rumble of a chuckle came from him and he finally spun to look at her. "Aye." He brushed hair from her face. "I plan to fill you with children until you tell me to stop."

She giggled and feigned offense as Cregan kissed at her jaw. "Am I just a broodmare to you?"

He pulled away, grabbing her jaw and pulling her in. "You're my wife. I will love you until you tell me to stop. In all the ways a man loves a woman."

"And if I don't want you to stop?" She tested, a whisper across his lips.

His gaze flickered down to her lips and back. "Then I won't."

She looked down at the babe, "I don't feed him for another hour or so-"

She could barely finish her sentence before Cregan picked her up and took her to their chamber.

Cregan Stark had seen war, but he didn't let it seep into the walls of his home.

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different teaser to a different fic!! This one is gonna be a fluff!!!

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"My lady, Lord Stark has returned. He is leading the men through the gates now."

She nearly dropped everything in her hand. 

Cregan had been gone for far too long it seemed, and finally the North was getting their Warden back. 

More importantly, she was getting her husband back.

She ran past the servant, practically sprinting through to the main doors. 

When she saw Cregan proudly leading his men, she didn't stop to let him come to her. 

Cregan's face lit up in joy at the sight of his wife running to him. Before she even neared, he was throwing his leg over his horse to dismount. 

He braced himself and caught her, the feeling of her against him relighting the spark that had begun to fade in his heart from such a long time away from home. The smell of her hair calmed him. 

The men that chuckled were few, understanding the feeling of returning to a wife. 

Cregan had to practically pry her away to even get to look her in the eye. "How I've longed for you, woman."

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[entitled-fangirl]

can we get more dad! cregan 🥹🥹🥹 would love to see ur take on team black targaryen wife! with wolf babies

Maybe Cregan leaving or coming back from war to his wife and babies😭😭

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tho(ugh)ts?

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"I have a wager then," Cregan offered as they rode his horse, trying to ease the tension.

She sighed, her jaw set harshly as she leaned against his broad chest. "And what's that?"

His hands stretched out to brush his horse's neck, forcing his chest against her back roughly so he could whisper lowly in her ear. "The bet is this: who can stay silent longer?"

Her brows furrowed. "That sounds ridiculous."

He placed a finger over her mouth. "Quiet. Or you'll lose."

"And what do I win?"

"What do you want?" He asked.

She was thankful they were alone in the forest or all of the North might have heard her racing heart.

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[entitled-fangirl]

It's me the Pelle anon! Thank you for finishing that piece. Pelle's just such a soft manipulator who can see that what he does isn't great but doesn't know how to do anything else and your fic was just *chefs kiss*

I’ve always said that if it was him taking me to the Härga, I’d get stuck in that cult immediately. He’s just naturally so soft spoken and sweet that it’s hard to see him manipulating everybody until it’s too late

He’s just the kind that would care about you but force you to do “what’s best for you”

[entitled-fangirl]

i screamed when i saw the new cregan fic mwah 💋💋

Oh he can make you scre-

Woah who said that?!😅😀

[entitled-fangirl]

i feel like everyday i see anons trynna fry you

p.s <3 u

😭 I get deep fried occasionally

But so do all good cactus blossoms from Texas Roadhouse so whatever

[entitled-fangirl]

Thought you uploaded 2 Cregan fics for a second and was jumpscared by Palle from MIDSOMMAR LOL anyway 10/10 chapter cheers

LMAO

I didn't really get popular until I started writing for Cregan in June-ish.

I mean- you've probably seen my masterlist- it's a lot of different fandoms scattered across the wind

But the GoT fandom has accepted me so openly that I've just continued to write for it and I feel like when someone gets into my inbox with an ask from a different fandom it like rewires my brain for a minute cause I'm like "I don't remember that character from HotD" and it's like Felix from Saltburn or Pelle from Midsommar

I adore every single fic and fandom I've been a part of but idk man you GoT fans have been so good to me

I'll always write for multiple fandoms but this season is practically devoted to our pookie Cregan

So sorry for the jumpscare! (Midsommar is one of my favorite thrillers tho cause I'm learning Swedish and it has low-key helped me)

[entitled-fangirl]

Hello, just dropping by to say that I love you fics, and how you write them, the style of each one and the emotion…, perfection. Wishing you the best with exams this week, and your last one tomorrow. I, myself was overwhelmed with work today and to see you post made my day. Happy holidays🎄

ahhhh Happy Holidays!!!

I'm sure work is crazy with all the holiday stuff and I'm so happy I got to bring a little joy to your feed!

And thank you for the luck on my exam- I'll need it!

🫶🫶

[entitled-fangirl]

My last exam is tomorrow morning!

Would love for some asks (or reiterating an ask I never got to) so I can begin to feed y'all again on a more normal schedule

I'm hoping to focus on:

Cregan (duh)

Benjicot

Gwayne

But you guys know I'll do most characters. The only GoT/HotD characters I've said no to are Jon and Daeron just because I don't know them well enough (I haven't finished GoT😅 or read Fire & Blood and I refuse to do them dirty when another author could totally do better for those two)

I really liked doing the last Pelle one as like a little break so I'm up for potentially doing other fandoms but no promises

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Adjustment.

Pelle x American!reader

Summary: Three summers ago, Y/n became a part of the Harga. With Pelle returning for midsummer with American friends, she begins to rethink her life here.

Warnings: MANIPULATION TO THE MAX Y'ALL!!! But if you've seen Midsommar then you already knew that I guess. This is a dark one so discretion is advised.

A/n: To the anon that asked for this- I HAVE DELIVERED! This is the first fic since like June that hasn't been GoT related, so it was a nice change of pace, despite that it's just Pelle manipulating the reader

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She watched Pelle approach, a radiant smile coming over her face. "Pelle!"

The man's head shot up, and his eyes brightened, his arms opening wide. She ran to him. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, one around her waist, the other in her hair. "Oh, how I have missed you."

"I promise I've missed you more. You've gotten to explore, and I've been stuck here without you."

"I trust you have adjusted well," He mentioned as he pulled away, his hands coming to cradle her face. 

"As much as I can. You've brought others?"

Only then did he remember the others. "Ah, right." He turned and pulled her to his side, gesturing to each person. "These are my friends. Josh, Mark, Christian, and uh, Dani." His thumb rubbed at her waist, "Everyone, this is Y/n. She is uh, my spouse, of sorts."

Mark's brows came together. "Like, you're married?"

Josh chipped in. "You didn't mention that."

"No, no," Pelle assured. "Here, we do not believe in the typical marriage that others do. She is my one. But we are all of one family, so legal marriage seems unneeded."

"I see," Josh nodded.

"It is lovely to meet you all," she chimed. "You are American, no?"

"Yeah," Christian agreed. "You're uh, you are too?"

She grinned. "Yes. A dear friend of mine was from here, and she brought me along for midsummer a few years ago. I met Pelle, and the rest is but chance."

"More than chance," Pelle beamed. "She is a beauty, is she not?"

"This friend of yours that brought you," Josh mentioned, "Is she here?"

Her face fell a bit. "No. No, uh. She has died."

Pelle was quick to comfort her. "Her pain is our pain. And you know her life was well lived. There is no death in life, huh?"

"No," she agreed. She quickly fixed her upset features. "Ingmar has made a tea, if you wish for it."

Pelle hummed. "That is quite the idea." He turned to the others. "That would help relax us, yes?"

She pulled from his arms and moved to Dani. "Perhaps us women may speak of finer things. I would enjoy the company."

Dani's eyes pulled into a worried expression that she tried to hide. "Oh. That… That would be nice. I've been in a car with four guys for hours. I'd like the change of pace."

Y/n smiled. "Then it is settled. Pelle?" She asked, turning to him.

His head tilted in an admiring way. "Of course. My company is lovely, but I'm sure Dani would appreciate that."

They watched the men walked off, no doubt going to get high and stare at the grass for the next couple hours. 

"I miss it, you know," Y/n admitted.

"What?"

"America." She looked out over the mostly empty field. "The sun shines differently here. And… I miss the color."

"It's beautiful here," Dani tried to ease.

"Yes, but I meant," she trailed off, gesturing at Dani. "The clothes. I miss my shirts and the pants I had."

"Is that all you wear? The white?"

"Hm?" She looked down at her dress. "Yes. But I have the stitching in both blue and red."

Dani chuckles lightly. "I don't think I could live without sweatpants."

"It gets easier after a while. Pelle promised to bring back books for me. I have not adjusted as well as he was hoping. I know it worries him."

Dani nodded. "He did bring some books. I admit, I didn't want to pry him about why, but that makes sense now."

"He really did? Oh, what kind? And… and how many? Are they popular ones? In America, I mean?"

Dani's eyes widened. "Oh, uh. I don't know. I didn't really look."

She forced her excitement down. "Right. Right. Well, enough of me. Please. I want to know about you," she smiled as she began to lead them down the path to the Harga.

Dani shrugged and put her hands in her pockets as she walked. "Um, let me think. There's not that much to know, really."

"You're in college, aren't you?"

"Yeah. But I'm not in anthropology like the guys-"

"-hmmm. That's odd," she mused. "I studied anthropology as well. For a year or two, anyway."

"Oh," Dani remarked, trying to smile at that. "That is kinda strange. Small world, I guess."

"Yeah. Strange…"

…

Quite a few hours later, the boys stumbled their way into the Harga, Pelle slightly more conscious than the others. He immediately crossed the field, hugging his relatives along the way as he went.

Upon seeing them again, Y/n ushered Dani back over to them.

The more Dani had talked, the more Y/n was beginning to grow concerned about the Harga. 

Like maybe she should have trusted her mind in the first place all those summers ago.

"So many thoughts in your mind," Pelle chimed as he approached her. "I could feel them across the field."

"Dani told me you've brought books," she immediately admitted, not bothering to try to do small talk with him.

Pelle gave a soft chuckle at her eagerness. His hands cupped her cheeks. "I did. Just a few. I know it is not quite everything you want, but I could not bring an entire library. Not when there is so much here for you to still understand."

She couldn't hide the light disappointment in her eyes. It had been such a long year without Pelle. The people of the Harga were comforting and understanding, but there still were the few that stared at her during dinners, like they could read the growing fight in her heart.

She missed home so much. And everyone knew it.

It worried Pelle to no end. 

That's why he brought small things to help her adjust. Books, magazines, art, each summer visit back to the Harga included Pelle's way of reminding her that the rest of the world existed.

Just outside of her reach.

Last summer had been the worst when her friend had offered herself as a sacrifice. Y/n begged Pelle to let her join his travel back to the States.

"I'll be good! I can… I'll do anything! Just don't leave me," she pleaded, her hands in tight fists that gripped his clothing. "I can't do this again."

Pelle gave her a pitying look. It pained him so much to do this to her, but he knew the moment she made it back in the States, he'd lose her. It was not something he was willing to bargain.

"It is only for a few months," he tried to ease. His voice always managed to sooth her. "I am almost done with all of my classes, then I'll return back home. Forever. You just have to be patient." He tilted her head up, ignoring the ugly tear streaks across her cheeks. "Can you do that? Be patient for me?"

"I… I'm feeling sick," she admitted to him. Her mind was so flooded with conflicting thoughts that a headache had began to form.

"How awful," he cooed, his hand rubbing at the back of her head. "Surely they can manage without you for the day. I will walk you to bed."

"No," she covered. "I'm rather hungry-"

That sparked his need to provide for her. "I will go and get you something. I'll bring it to your bed." He kissed her forehead. "Go on."

"Can Dani walk me?" She asked.

Pelle's brows pulled together as he looked from her to Dani. He wanted to say no, but he couldn't understand why exactly. "Okay."

Once the two women got away from the group and into the large building, Y/n grabbed Dani by her biceps. "You have to leave," she warned lowly.

"W-What?" 

"If you stay, you'll stay forever," she cried. "I can't- I can't go home. I've begged. And they'll kill me if they find out I've told you. Please. You have to leave."

"Y/n-"

"-Please!" She cried again. "You must trust me!"

"But Pelle understands we're just visiting."

"I was just visiting," she pointed out. "Until I wasn't. Pelle is a small silver lining in a dumpster of shit. Promise me you'll try."

Dani ran a hand through her hair. "H-How?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "And you can't let them know what you're thinking. They're smarter than they look."

"Alright. Let's just get you in bed for now. We'll talk when you feel better."

"Dani, I'm not crazy. Please-"

"I know." Dani tried to ease. "Let's just get you in bed."

Dani tucked the woman in, making sure all was right before promising to return later to check on her. As she left, she almost ran into one of the older members of the Harga. "Oh. Excuse me."

"She's sick, that one," the older woman, Irma, mused. "We've tried to help her. But her mind is quite plagued. You understand, yes?"

"I…" Dani hesitated. Everything was still so new that she didn't know who to trust, and it was clear that this woman didn't trust her. "Yeah," she lied. "We all say things when we're sick."

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Pelle came in not long after, Irma catching him on his path and speaking to him in a low voice and handing him a small pouch. Pelle's face dropped at whatever the lady said before nodding and going on with his mission, the skip in his step now gone.

"I've brought you some stew," he chirped when he stepped to Y/n's bed. "Ulla tells me that has been your favorite as of late."

She sat up with a groan, watching Pelle set it at her bedside. She moved to speak, but he beat her to it.

"The elders… they don't think you should speak to Dani anymore." He sat on the side of her bed with his body facing her, though his head was down to avoid eye contact with her. "And after hearing what you said, I have to agree."

Ice poured down her veins, pausing the headache. "Pelle-"

"I think I have been too lenient with you," he admitted in a whisper, like even he didn't want to say it.

"No, listen to me-"

"I know adjusting has been difficult, but have we not been a home for you? Have I not been enough?"

She reached out to his sleeve, tugging on it. "You've been wonderful, I'm the one with the problems."

How easily she was manipulated.

"I think," he muttered, finally looking up at her. "I should stop connecting you with… outside influences."

"No!" She begged. "No, Pelle, you can't! Please!"

"The books, the art, I'll have someone come collect them tomorrow." He sighed and watched himself pick at his nails. "I knew it was a poor idea the moment I started it."

Hot tears fell down her cheeks as she continued tugging on his sleeve in a desperate attempt to make him reconsider. "I need connection, Pelle-"

"That is what they are talking about," he pointed out. "Connecting you to all of these things, making you feel like you are missing out, it is harmful to your little mind." He ran a hand over her hair as he said so. "It has made you dislike your home here." He stood. "And maybe I am the one to blame. I let you hang on to your old life. I should not have." He rubbed at his forehead in thought. "So I must apologize for this."

"What do y-" her sentence stopped in the middle as her eyes widened. "Don't take me away!"

"My American friends need to sleep here, and since we cannot have both you and them here at night, it is easier to relocate you. Perhaps a talk with Siv and a private room for a while will help this."

"No," she begged. "No, Pelle! NO! Not Siv, don't make me!" She cried in a desperate tone.

He sat again, sighing deeply and running a hand over her cheek in a calm manner. In a caring way. Like maybe he truly wouldn't make her. Like he may go back on his word. "It pains me to do so," he sighed. "So very much." His eyes searched hers, the deep blue irises studying her from the inside out, trying to find a way to be merciful yet firm. "Only until you have learned better."

He reached down to the small pouch he was given by Irma earlier, taking a pinch of the powder in it and holding it out in his hand in front of her. 

She tried to move away, but Pelle's blow was quick enough to send the powder into her face. She coughed immediately, prompting a large breath in and her eyes glazed over. 

Pelle caught her head gently, taking extra care when laying her down. 

…

When Y/n didn't show the next day, Dani finally got the nerve to ask Pelle where she was.

Pelle turned with a reassuring smile. "She had other matters. She will return soon, I'm sure." 

Dani nodded and pretending to forget about it. But the girl's words ran clearly in her head. 

They needed to leave.

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[entitled-fangirl]

Patience.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

SMUT

Summary: the couple drinks a brew from the Maester- it's to help them conceive.

Warnings: aphrodisiac, sex, cursing

A/n: it's a short one but I just had to write it!!

Masterlist

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"Wait," Cregan panted against her lips as he pulled away from her.

She sat back on the bed, a confused expression evident on her face.

His arm stretched to the small wooden nightstand, retrieving two small vials from the collection he'd been given.

"I spoke to the maester a few days ago about our hopes in conceiving. He brewed this." He held it up with a hopeful smile. "Said it would make things a little easier."

"And… I'm to drink it too?" She asked in disbelief. "I dare say that we're made entirely different. I don't see how one brew can help both of us."

"Just trust the man, hm?" He mused. "Said he made it for my mother and father-"

She held her hand over the man's mouth. "I will be mortified if you keep speaking." She looked to the small vials, taking them from his open palm. She leaned back on her knees, examining the strange substance.

There was a red tint to them that worried her. She had never seen something like this.

"You really trust the maester?"

He chuckled, taking the vials from her. "With my life."

He opened one, looking down into it as his tongue ran over his top row of teeth. He brought it up to his nose, taking a long sniff. He looked to her. "Like berries."

"I'll go first then," she offered. 

She reached out to take it, but Cregan grabbed her hand with his own, bringing the vials to her lips himself. She drank it completely, coughing slightly at the strong flavor.

He laughed a bit at her reaction, running his thumb over her lip to catch a drop that had spilled. He leaned in, kissing her deeply and groaning at the remaining taste of the liquid on her tongue.

His hands wandered as they had before. His fingers pulled at her shift, the fabric now running up the skin of her thighs. 

"When do you think it'll begin?" She spoke against his lips.

He grinned. "Any moment, I hope."

She held his jaw firmly. "Of course you hope." She looked down to the other vial. "C'mon."

He rolls the vial between his fingers. "As my lady wishes." Cregan opened it but his wife took it from him. 

"It's only fair," she pointed out, her hand still firmly on his jaw, bringing the other one up to his lips. "I should get to feed it to you, hm?"

He smirked and held her hips. "Alright, pretty girl. Do so, then."

She carefully held the liquid to his lips, focusing on not spilling a single drop. 

Cregan only kept his eyes on her.

He drank it down, cringing at the potency.

She kissed him immediately, like a chaser to strong alcohol.

He groaned deeply, letting his wife have her way with him. The thick liquid moved down his throat still, leaving a fruity taste behind in his breath- a scent she wanted more of. 

He took the glass from her hand, reaching back blindly to at least get it onto the nightstand. 

Her tongue slipped past his lips, surprising the burly man.

He chuckled and pulled her away. "Love, we should at least wait a moment for it to settle." He kept a strong grip on her waist with one hand and let the other soothe her hair back, admiring his little wife.

Her pupils were wide, taking him in like prey. He felt like he was calming a beast.

"Do you feel alright?" He asked worriedly, pressing a hand to her forehead.

"I want to jump your bones, Cregan Stark."

His eyes widened. "W-What?"

"Kiss me," she all but begged. 

"Pretty gir-"

"Kiss me," she tried again.

"Calm yourself," he chuckled, caressing her cheek. "Be patient." His lips brushed against hers.

She leaned forward, but Cregan kept the distance. "Patience."

The two only stared at one another, debating who would give in first.

"Fuck patience," Cregan finally caved, yanking her into his lap into an almost bruising kiss. 

Their hands wandered, their lips kissing at any inch of skin they could. Hands ripped at clothes and she soon found herself naked under the man.

She pulled down his shoulders, trying desperately to begin what they had stopped before. A hand ran up into his hair. "Please."

He felt a shiver go down his spine, feeling his lust multiply.

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[entitled-fangirl]

Cregan goes dumb by reader giving him a blowjob comes so hard eyes roll back moans so loud all of Winterfall could hear him screaming in pleasure then passes out and wakes up to his wife doing aftercare on him. Makes him feel so loved 🥰

A little something for the masses- my classes end on Tuesday so I’ll be writing more after that!

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“G- oh gods,” Cregan said in a breathy tone void of embarrassment entirely. It was a deep beg, one he wasn’t quite conscious he was making.

His hand caressed the hair at the nape of her neck. He had been tugging, but even so, his mind still felt the guilt of potentially causing his wife pain. So even in his begging state, he eased up on his grip.

Her hands on his thighs squeezed harshly when she forced her head further towards his pubic bone, trying desperately to please her husband.

He was always pleased with her.

Her throat constricted, causing a small gag. Cregan’s deep beg turned to a desperate high pitched whine.

“Don’t- D…” he tried to mouth the rest of his sentence to no avail. He wasn’t even sure where exactly he was going with it. “Pr- so pretty. Fuck, so pretty.” The words repeated in a pattern. He was slowly turning mindless and those words felt like the mantra to keep him here. To keep him with her. There was so much he wanted to say but the words caught in the back of his throat.

She pulled away, wiping at the spit across her chin. Her hand continued where her mouth had stopped. “Feel good?” She asked in a hoarse tone.

He tried to come up with an answer. He really did. His voice failed him. So his hand only rubbed at her scalp affectionately. That was an answer enough.

She kissed at the side of his length, making a show of prolonging his begging.

He whined again. The great Northern lord didn’t even know he could make such a pitiful noise until she came around.

His tugging at her hair turned slightly more aggressive as she took him back into her mouth.

[entitled-fangirl]

is the drabble a cregan fic? (please say yes)

I am saying yes