#( int. wolf. )

[fruifruit]

little goody two shoes has a GRIP on me i tell you. got inspired by this art to make a full furry au about it

[sototallynormaliswear]

watching teen wolf season two is so difficult if you can't make yourself view Derek as a villain because I swear they put more emphasis on how he's "amassing power" and being real weird about getting Scott in his pack more than the guy that in the first episode of the season dead ass cut someone in half?? while they're still alive?!! with a broadsword???! specifically for cutting people in half???? excuse me if I sound unreasonable but I think ONE OF THOSE is a BIT OF A BIGGER ISSUE

[skittishmutt]

When you and your bf are both therian / otherkin [ I'm a shapeshifter and he's questioning kintypes ] so I can always match kintypes with him and we can be silly foxes or wolves orr just happy little critters!! :3

[zivaninja]

I think the fbi's are cursed for casting changes and by that I mean fuck wolf ent

[soulsuckrrs]

open to: m/f/anyone plot: Lana is trying to infiltrate the mafia group your muse is a part of, after some weeks of tracking she makes her move while your muse is having a fight/argument with someone else (be it an ex, or crime partner of some sort is up to you). Basically kinda going for the girl that wants to bring down the bad people ends up falling for them instead. hmu if you wanna chat about it! connection: mafia member, leader of the mafia group, second in command, anyone connected to the mafia/crime syndicate, bonus points for supernatural but not necessary.

Lana had a tendency to put her nose were it didn’t necessarily belong. It had helped her progress in certain avenues where it would have hindered her in others and Lana often times took pride in the ability, regardless of whether or not it got her into trouble or ended up with someone upset that she had interfered. In this case, however, the slender brunette hoped her sudden and rather ballsy interruption was met with at least a one sided gratitude, though she expected nothing. Even if she wasn’t met with gratitude and her whole impulsive plan was sent crashing to a burning end, at least she would get the inside scoop on why the people she boldly put herself between were arguing in such a public format. 

“So sorry I’m late, darling, I do hope I’m not interrupting something important,” the woman said as she slipped past the two in order to take a seat in the booth the two occupied as their own. Sharp blue eyes scanned one and then the other, observing the tension between the two and hoping she had created an opportunity for an out from the heated argument they seemed to have been having prior to her self-involvement. She arched a brow, swinging one slender leg over the other, gesturing at a passing waiter before she placed an order, “I’ll have a Scotch please, neat, and for these two.” Her blue gaze shifted from the waiter to the two with anticipation before she flashed a friendly and charming smile. “— my treat, of course, please, help yourselves.” 

[bleubcrries]

for @grapefruitey (as are all good things in this world)

How could the air still smell the exact same after ten years? The same old smells of decadently buttery croissants from suzie's bakery, freshly printed ink from the Independent's offices, and a touch of cigar smoke from the old veterans playing cards around the corner; they all smacked Jack in the face with a familiarity he was heretofore unprepared for. He had become an entirely different person, everything about him had changed and evolved, for better or for worse, and he thought that he would be strong enough to cross city lines and return home without such violent stirs of old feelings; but here he was, staring at that same old gazebo, feeling like his entire past had finally washed ashore to be dissected after disappearing for a decade. And that was his limit, reached all too quickly; he wasn't going to be able to do this sober. Luckily, everything in this tiny town was always a stone's throw away, so his feet went on autopilot and carried him to the doors of the local bar. Inside, Jack immediately recognized old faces sitting at booths and tables; school friends and old teachers, family friends, and even a plumber who'd briefly dated his mother. But none of them recognized him. He'd like to blame the test of time having weathered away all of his boyish features, but truthfully: he was trying to remain as invisible as possible, and it was working. Jack pulled his baseball cap a little lower, and his canvas jacket a little tighter, and sat at the bar, distracting himself idly with the beer list on the bartop. He felt the presence of the bartender before him, and he offered a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, still (poorly) pretending to read the beer list, despite knowing he was going to order what he always ordered. "I'll have a Guinness on draft, please," Jack uttered quietly with a polite nod, before he finally dragged his tired, red eyes up from the card stock and found himself momentarily breathless at the sight. "W-Wolf?"

[mythous]

" i'm sorry if i took anything out on you and if I treated you like shit. " @bledf1rst // memes. // always accepting

FOR  A  MOMENT,  SHE  THINKS  SHE’S  MISHEARD   —   that  maybe  she  made  up  the  sound  of  his  apology  in  her  head  somehow.   but  when  snow  turns  back  around,  there  he  stands  —  the  big  bad  wolf  himself  —  looking  somewhat  contrite.  something  in  her  softens  at  the  sight  of  him  (  but  then,  that’s  nothing  new  ),  and  she  makes  a  show  of  thinking  it  over  with  one  hand  on  her  hip  and  the  other  rubbing  thoughtfully  at  her  chin.   had  he  treated  her  like  shit ?  a  time  or  two,  definitely.  but  he’d  also  been  a  friend  to  her  in  more  ways  than  one.  

there’s  a  small  smile  on  her  lips  that  almost  spells  mischief  when  she  drops  both  hands  to  clasp  in  front  of  her.

                ❝  i  will  forgive  you   —   on  one  condition.  ❞     she  wants  to  tell  him  to  stop  putting  himself  in  danger ——that  she  worries  about  him.   but  bigby  can  take  care  of  himself,  she  knows  that,  and  knows  he  might  not  appreciate  her  concern  right  now.   instead,  snow  lets  one  corner  of  her  lips  stretch  higher,   a  glint  in  her  eyes.   ❝  think  you  could  bring  me  some  more  of  that  chocolate  ?  ❞

[werspinna]

Your Muses Treasures! Rules: What are your Muses most Treasured Objects? List 3-5 Objects that have a high emotional value for your Muse. Describe their Meaning to your Muse. The Items do not have to be Part of your Muses Inventory! Repost, don’t Reblog. Original @treasurechestrpmemes​ !   Tagged By: Walter von der Vogelweide   Tagging: @alchemaxed​ @spinxeret​ @iobartach​ @goblinfire​ @wovendeath​​  @sickthem​​ @voltedblood​ @carnivorousfatality​ @the-rogue-dragon​ @h-osborn​  @books-and-right-hooks​ @kylo-wrecked​ @canoncompliance​ !  

Dane Axe + Helmet with Grimme + Hauberk. What might not be noticeable, but the armor Wolf uses in her spiderman costume is very “old”. She wears a helmet of a model based on the Gjermundbu Helmet, the hauberk is a simple one that is pulled over the head instead of beeing opned and closed with belts and with the sleeves only reaching to her elbows,  and instead of a sword she uses a Dane axe that obviously came from danemark. Which means that the attire is around 100 years behind the armor used in her time and also destinctively not from around italian, but danish or norwegian. It is because the attire Wolf used for her costume are pieces of armor given to Asada from Travlers as a “Thank you” after they had seeked her out for healing similar to templarknights who had sworn a vow of poverty giving their swordbelt as a payment. But how did old danish / norwegian armor found its way to Pisa? Armor is not as easily remade than one thinks and it is normal to wear helmets that were already worn by the grandparents which roughly amounts to armor beeing 100 years old. So much too the age, but how did this pieces traveled from the North all the way to the south? What should not be forgotten is that it was not the norm in medieval times that a person was born in one place and stayed there their whole life. Journeys were the normal: children were send into other families as help even outside of their homevillage in the European marriage pattern;  after all a craftman was after finishing their training forced to go on three years of wandering without returning to their home to learn from different masters which is a tradition still in europe for carpenters, merchants wandered from norwegian until up to China; and even the normal person usually finished their education as a craftman and spend years on wandering as harvest workers /householdhelps until they had collected enough money to buy farmingland and with that money in the backhand be able to marry. The helmet, hauberk and dane axe have a even simpler explination- It were probably a members or a relatives of the Varangian Guard who used Pisa as a port to set over to turkey and seeked Hasna out for healing before leaving the helmet, axe and hauberk with her as a symbolic payment. For Wolf this attire is important because they are tools so she could work as spiderman and therefor are tools so she could help and protect people.

Leatherpouch with strains of different peoples Hair in it. Wolf had been carrying that small pouch around her neck since she had been fourteen years old. Around May of 1212 when Nikolaus Crusade reached the alp the crusade was suppose to cross to reach Genua. Obviously crossing the alps without any food supplies or let alone proper attire ended up in a catastrophe and many of the children either left or died. At this time Wolf had already been traveling with a certaine group of young teenagers with whom she had become friends and for which she had started months ago to steal from and rob people for food for them. The children, very much by now confronted with their own mortality ended up all making such a small pouch with strain of hair of each so in the case they would not survive crossing the alps, a part of them would travel along with their friends.It was also this group of children who brought Wolf into the italian cloister when Wolf fell ill with the pox. Wolf has no idea what had happned with her friends as she was at that time too sick or not able to register what was happening around herself. Years later (1228, Wolf is 30) when Wolf joins Friedrich II  as a Medicus and  the peace of Jaffa is set, she leaves the small pouch in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.

A handful of Grosso. After Asada died and was buried, Wolf was seeked out by one of her sons. It turned out Asada not only had a whole family Wolf did not knew about, but this family, at least this son, knew about Asadas life in Pisa and about Wolf as he and his mother had constantly written eachother letters. The son explained that Asada wanted Wolf to be taken care of and had asked her son to take Wolf in as a servant in his household after she had died. Wolf, by now having realized that she needed to help people by beeing spiderman, gently refused. Asadas son left and, as his mother asked himto do if Wolf refused, payed her the amount of grosso that Hasna had payed when she had brought Wolf as a slave: A handful of Grosso in the worth of an old workinghorse. Not enough to buy a property of land and start ones own life, but enough to stay alive for some time. Wolf did nothing of that and joined the convent to make sure she did not needed to touch the money. Its the only thing she has left from Asada .

[avalior]

@austerulous (farkas) liked | accepting

"Um..."

Uncertainty crowded a still-young mind, assailed on all sides by sharp, cloying scents. Though there seemed no danger here, if one discounted the stranger before him, still there seemed an edge of familiarity - a claw's edge, a fang's edge - that gave Link pause, had gloved hands flex and reach for the snug leather pouch hidden beneath his tunic in a well-practiced movement disguised as a reflexive adjustment of his baldric. Though he had known well that he was the only beast of his sort, by word of Queen and spirit alike, such knowledge did not abate the foul odour that clung in a muddy pall to his every surrounding, the stench of wolf-but-not-wolf as grievous to the beast's mind as it was to his own knowledge of himself. There should be no others, save the golden wolf of yore, and yet...such a fact sent Link's teeth on edge, had the hackles of the sublime beast rise in snarling incredulity at the mendacity all Whiterun seemed keen to weave in the depths of his mind, the thrum of his breast.

It should not be, and yet it was. A hand should not wield a sword without courage, a mind should not abandon its senses.

"...hey...?" he tried weakly, sharp blue eyes betraying a hint of bewildering confusion. He could only hope the sight would be dismissed as another lack-minded tourist with too much time spent deep in his cups, not the soul-deep confusion of the sublime beast. "...I, uh...think I might be lost."

[nlghtlocked]

starter call  |  @hvbris for caesar

Annie felt as if she had not stopped running in more than six weeks - since before the Games, since her interview, since the arena. Her heart never stopped pounding, and always, always, she was on edge waiting for the next blow. Her eyes darted this way and that, and she had tucked herself into the corner, so that the cool solid serenity of the wall was at her back and she could keep her eyes on the door. Not that it mattered; the Capitol had eyes everywhere, and she could feel them crawling over her skin.

The victory interview had not gone well; she knew that. Everyone knew. But it was over now. They would let her go home, wouldn't they? She had managed to sit on that couch, had even managed a few answers under Caesar's gentle guidance, but for most of the horrific three hours she had been silent, hiding behind her bedraggled long dark hair, and let Finnick do the talking. Now, in the room under the stage where everyone was gathered, waiting for the crowd to dissipate, she had been left to her own devices, a circle surrounding her, as if people were trying not to get too close; as if bad luck was infectious. As if madness was infectious. Only Caesar Flickerman was close enough that she could ask, "did I do ok? Was that ok?"

[julianrchandlerx]

setting: lunar cove public library featuring: julian chandler & nico castillo @nicocastillo

Of all the public places he had ventured into in Lunar Cove, Julian found himself most comfortable in the Lunar Cove Public Library as of late. Amongst the stacks and engulfed in the silence, he found himself finally able to focus less on the chaos that was going on around him and instead devote energy to other pursuits. Namely his quiet research into understanding his neighbors. Initially his countless hours scouring the internet and listening into conversation on the bus about supernatural were spurned by an instinctual fear of the unknown which had so suddenly made itself known to him, but as of late Julian’s research was less out of fear of the creatures he shared a neighborhood with and strictly out of a desire to shed his ignorance and get to know them properly. Sure, he could have asked around for information from the source themselves, but… Well plucking whatever books seemed relevant off the shelves, or pouring through archives of town newspapers and so forth that gave any insight felt like a less invasive way to get the job done. At least until he knew exactly what to ask beyond, so what are you?

It was for this very reason he’d found himself once again in the serenity of the library, though half the stack he’d managed to accumulate at a random table now were a mix between art history books that piqued his interest and fantasy novels he’d been curious about as much as some research material on witchcraft, mythology, and paranormal studies. And even then those other books were becoming more for a personal project than understanding the locals. He was starting to normalize things and return to his normal boyish way of thinking and random hobbies it seemed. As he pulled another novel off a shelf and rounded a corner, he had nearly missed him when he’d passed by Nico Castillo. Julian had only really spoken to the other man on at least one other occasion, but he’d liked to think they hit it off. In the shallowest of ways, he kind of thought Nico was possibly a friend. A friend… and also a werewolf, as a particularly interesting character he’d met at the boba place told him. Top dog. For the briefest of moments he was cross between stopping in for small talk and leaving the man be. How does one politely greet the noble town alpha? He had no idea, and he wasn’t in the mood to potentially make a fool of himself. Ultimately the social butterfly in him won out that fight, though. Fluttering nearby, he made a small show of looking at the shelves by him before having a ‘sudden realization’ that a familiar face was nearby. “Hey, I know you. Flaming Hot Cheetos, literally,” he flashed an amused grin at the silly joke greeting. “How’s it going Nico-From-Baking-Class?” He kept his voice at a library appropriate volume despite his bubbly nature. “What brings you around here? Not planning on starting a little camp fire in the sci-fi section, I hope.”

[radiaking]

+ memes / accepting!

@desertbled said: “i’m listening…”

        "Well, bless your heart..." Though his voice is dripping with sarcasm, he is in fact pleased they're willing to hear him out. He's in uncharted territory now and at a distinct disadvantage, which is his least favorite place to be.

        "See, the thing is, I'm new in town and I'm lookin' for someone...someone that don't wanna be found. Now, since this person came here, I'm willin' to bet there's people here who're a little more sympathetic toward his plight than mine, which don't suit me too well at all. So what I'm sayin' is, I could use an extra hand."

[youryanderedaddy]

Yandere! Eden

tw: nsfw, female reader, non - con, degradation, hinted captivity, obsessive behavior, size difference

You fight him, goddamit, that's the worst part - you always try to fight him with all you've got, with sharp nails and smooth teeth, with your hands, your knees, with the closest pillow (since he rarely lets you touch anything with a proper egde). You give it your best - your hardest, you scratch and bite like a wild animal, getting your tears and saliva everywhere and yet... all your efforts only seem to amuse him.

"This is all you've got, princess?" He taunts as he holds you down with one hand (albeit, probably bigger than your head) while the other strips you bare with ease. "C'mon, you should make it more difficult for me. It's no fun when you just lay there and take it." He chuckles as you squirm in his hold - and the sound fills you with suffocating cold dread. Like a particularly nasty, sticky cough it sinks to your chest, making it hard to breathe through the fury and shame.

You get even more feral, thrashing and kicking without order or direction - desperate to show him that you're not a meek victim, that you are not going down without a fight. But it's all pointless - you barely move an inch as he roughly spreads your naked legs, pushing you to your back with eyes full of malice - induced lust and drunken need for violence.

"It's like you're not even trying." His hot breath tickles your ear, forcing your baby hairs to stand prickly. The overwhelming smell of strong cologne, unmistakenly masculine, makes you even more lightheaded and scared with unevitable anticipation. "It's like you actually want me." He whispers darkly, gripping your waist painfully with both hands. "Is that so, baby? You want the big bad wolf to mount you down and take you?" He bites your neck playfully, but the ache is deep and throbbing within you. "Violate you?"

You shake your head rapidly, holding back scorching hot tears. No, no, you try to scream, but the lump in your throat is so heavy it prevents any sound from coming out.

"I know, baby, I know." Eden caresses your wet cheeks almost tenderly - if not for the scratches his claws leave behind on your soft skin. "I'm just messin' with you." The hunter rasps, fingers entangled deep into your locks. "I know you don't want any of this. Not my touch-" He lets go of your hair. "or my lips-" He kisses along your jawline, hungrily lapping at the salty tear stains. "And certainly not my big, throbbing cock up your tight little pussy." He gloats, lining up his shaft with your entrance. "But you are still going to take it, won't you?"

He stares at you intently, as if waiting for you to say something.

"Won't you, princess?" The man slaps you, voice a tad more irritated now. You quickly nod, terrified to your shaking bones - and only then does he smile again, sweetly. "Of course you will." He goes back to stroking your hair as he starts to slowly force his length into your unwilling, quivering quim.

"Because that's just how the world works, no? Pathetic little sluts get fucked by big, strong men like me. They get fucked over and over again until their poor little brains turn to mush. Don't they?" He chuckles with clear condescension as he finally begins to thrust int you - making sure his cock is all the way in before he pulls out and brutally shoves it again. Sick glee fills his scarred face as he watches your womb strain to accommodate the pulsing force brushing against your lower belly from the inside. This time you nod weakly before he has a reason to strike you.

"Such a good girl, accepting her place underneath me." Eden groans, growing flushed as he feels your walls squeeze against his intrusive thrusts. "You know this is all you're good for anyways. Just a warm hole and a pretty face for me to ruin." He gropes your breasts crudely, pinching your nipples with his fingertips. "Just look at you... what a wet little mess you are. It's like your body is begging for it - even if those treacherous lips deny the truth. You should be thanking me. If I wasn't claiming this sweet-" He makes a point to slam right into your most sensitive spot, making your toes curl despite your protests. "tight heat of yours, you'd be dead meat already. Just a chew toy for the wolves."

You make an uncomprehensible sound as the pain dulls and gives way to damp, humiliating pleasure. You bite your tongue to muffle the moans, but this only stirs him further - taking it as a challenge to make you sing for him. He keeps fucking into you, dragging you up and down like a feather.

"You're lucky I love you so much." The hunter sighs, voice softening to a whisper. "You're lucky I like it when you cry for me." He reaches to wipe away a falling tear. "So you better thank me, princess." He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. Burning hot flames greet you, but all you feel is ice.

"Thank you, Eden."

[soulsuckrrs]

open to: m/f/anyone connection: stranger, another supernatural/wolf, someone actually lost, criminal, idk go with what works~

Coming down from a night-long hunt, Xavier moved silently through the woods on a small path, making his way back to civilization with a knowing step. Out here, where there was nothing but him, the trees, and the creatures who lived among them… it was where he felt the safest, the most at home. It was away from people. This far into the dense woods and Xavier knew he would be alone for quite some time, not to mention, it was still fairly early in the morning but he needed to get back to his vehicle before the park rangers did–

The distant sound of footsteps broke Xavier out of his mental conversation with himself and he stopped in his own tracks. Eyes darting around to search for the source, one thing was for sure, they were the steps of another animal. The streak of movement catch his eyes and Xavier saw that it was another person, this confused him but he decided to move closer to them and once he was in their eye-sight he cleared his throat and called out to them. “Hello, are you lost?” He could have been a little more friendly but it was strange for him to see anyone in this part of the woods, this early in the morning and… in the rain that just started to fall.

[werspinna]

In Wolfs World there is no "Magic" or supernatural elements: All of those elements are explained by Asgardian technology and people tampering with that technology. So how does Nikolaus of Colognes Story fits into it? The Original Myth of Nikolaus is like the Herrmann Mythos probably a historic happening (The peregrinatio puerorum) that had been caused by a lot of different people, yet those people had been molten into one character. Like Herrmann of the Cheruski was probably not one figure but many who lived through the Varusbattle and were molten together in one character (for propaganda reasons by the Nazis and) to make the historic event more epic and easier to remember. Accordingly there had never been one Nikolaus of Cologne, but many living through the peregrinatio puerorum. Its even more obvious for the peregrinatio puerorum, because there were two: The german one lead by Nikolaus of Cologne and the one of france lead by Stephen Ethienne of Cloyes, so there were probably molten together a lot of different people in these two boys together with a lot of different groups of people making a pilgimages on different times to Jerusalem to "take is back peacefully". The mythos of Nikolaus of Cologne is like this: Nikolaus is a young sheperd living in the area around Cologne (Area of Nordrhein Westphalen). One day he has a dream about an Angel telling him that he should gather other children who shall march to Jerusalem and peacefully take over Jerusalem. So Nikolaus takes on the Tau-cross as his symbol, sews it on is clothes, gathers other children (although historically the pueri were probably teenagers who couldn´t find work and even more often beggers, because Pueri does not directly translates to "children" but "servant" /"Farmhand") and shortly after eastern of 1212 he embrakes on the Journey to Genua in Italy where the Angel said the ocean should sepperate before him so he and his followers would travel through the mediterrane sea with dry feet. This miracle never happned, from 30.000 followers 7000 of Nikolaus followers reached Genua. The others died crossing the alps, others half was sold into slavery as they were in a foreign land without any family and easy victims. Nikolaus travels to Rome to be freed of his not even by the pope blessed crusader-duty. Then he travels back to Cologne and dies while crossing the alps. Back in Germany Nikolaus Father is hunted down and hanged by the families of the other members of the peregrinatio puerorum for killing their chidren. None of the Pueri ever reachs Jerusalem.

So how can this story fits into the "only sci-fi technology"-part of Wolfs story? In Wolfs story there is most prominently the "Signal" a distress call from a Asgardian who had crashlanded a few thausand years ago in italy and whos ship is buried under the earth. The signal can not be caught by Baldur, but it causes the people in Pisa and the area around it to always "seek out" , "move forward" and "help". Which obviously, depending on the person, can be interpreted in many different ways. Nikolaus himself is the son of a sheperd and a forestwoman: In other words a asgardian woman visited earth for a few hundres years, had a vacation in the forests around Cologne, met Nikolaus father, had a child and eventually left when she was too bored after a vacation of a few hundred years. Nikolaus therefor is especially "keen" to hearing the signal even if the source of that signal was countries away. However Nikolaus is also a child of his time, so he interprets the signal to "seek out", "move forward" and "help" as a message given to him by the angels he believes in. So his "visions" and the "calling" he feels did happned, but they were definitive not godly or devine. This "calling" also continutes in his adult years,aes the Nikolaus of Wolfs story survives. In his case he finds shelter in a cloister in rome to become a monk and even renames himself Martin because St.Martin is the personification of a good monk and he wants to be that. But he can´t let go of his "calling". In the coming ten years he starts thinking that the reason the miracle of Genua did not happned was because his followers were not pure enough and had sinned and that if he makes sure that those followers are nolonger there, if he "puts it back on zero", then the miracle would eventually happen. So he becomes this worlds mysterio and tries to murder every of the few left followers to "set everyhing on zero". Fourteen years later, by the time Wolfs regular story happens, Nikolaus/ Martin had already been hunting down his former surviving followers who had managed to build up themself a life in countries that they had been stranded in, for four years in different cities set around the mediterrane sea.

[fawnhunter]

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