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𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐒𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃.

⠀ཾ༵ 𑁍┆ cregan stark x fem!targtower!reader.

SYNOPSIS: as the youngest daughter of alicent hightower, you are wed to the young wolf, cregan stark. what many believe to be a union of strife, such a notion is proven wrong very quickly.

anonymous request.

{ FORMAT: one-shot — requested by anon.

{ WORD COUNT: 6.7K.

{ WARNINGS: SMUT (mdni), arranged marriage, reader is a targtower with pale hair & lilac eyes, skin color unspecified, first time sex (for reader), loss of virginity, p in v sex (unprotected), massive breeding kink, all stark men have a breeding gene, oral sex / cunnilingus (fem!rec), face-sitting, biting/marking, making out, lots of touching, missionary position, talk of having a child, soft ending + aftercare

{ AUTHOR’S NOTE: There’s been a ton of Cregan requests, so I hope that this satisfies a lot of people until I post another! ❤️ Thank you all so much for the incredible requests and support of my work, it means the world to me and I am extremely grateful for all of it. See you guys soon!

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 — 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐜𝐞.

The North was often regarded as a harsh and unyielding environment, with bitter, stinging winds and snowfalls that could bury men alive beneath their might. Such tales were often told to scare children or dissuade them from leaving the roost.

It was untamed and savage, according to your mother — she who vehemently fought against your betrothal to Cregan Stark, the Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell. A marriage steeped in wariness and discord, you had been pleasantly surprised by your husband’s kindness and warm stoicism.

Piety was a rarity in the bleak, bloodsoaked world you lived within — innocence was a quality as uncommon as a diamond in the rough. When Cregan had been offered such a sacred proposal during the last days of King Viserys I, he nearly scoffed at it.

A Targaryen, a Hightower — he almost imagined that the both of you would not do well together, and that it would become a sour union, made only to please families and uphold duty. His advisors, old men with embittered grudges against the South, cautioned him away from it, imploring him to wed a girl from the Vale or the Reach.

When Cregan Stark met you, clad in pale shades of sage and ivory, with lilac hues and a smile that could melt even the toughest of ice, perhaps it would not be a dreadful marriage after all.

Even with a dragon at your heel, there was something positively resplendent about you — Cregan could feel it within his marrow, a feeling seldom felt by any man locked in an arranged betrothal.

It was your innocuous, tenderhearted nature that beguiled him, as if you unconsciously drew him in with your honey. Your very first meeting happened to be to seal the marriage pact itself before you would be shipped away to the North, to be his wife and the new Lady Stark.

Cregan rarely found himself charmed by anyone, yet you possessed an inner beauty that flourished in his presence. You were your own flame, burning through his hardened exterior. He did not mistake your docile nature for weakness — you possessed a dragon, where he did not.

You were rather taken with him, perplexed by his outward ruggedness and gruff accent, the way in which he carried himself, massive physique clad in the thick trappings of a wolf. He was a mountain of a man, yet he handled you as if you were some precious jewel, sacred and worthy of admiration.

Alicent begrudgingly watched as you, her youngest daughter, untainted by her own fractured morality, was sent away to the North in the hands of some brute. For the good of the Realm, Viserys had told her, but it cut deeper knowing that it was you, her beloved flesh and blood.

Yet, as you found yourself beneath the crimson leaves of the Weirwood Tree in the Godswood, hands bound with Cregan’s own, you forgot about your mother’s bitterness entirely — and you were happy.

The first kiss was one that would make a permanent residence within your memory for lifetimes to come. He had cradled your face, towering over you as if he were a solemn statue, but even you could see the softening within his visage.

King’s Landing was suffocating, more often than not. The animosity that festered between your family smothered you, crushing you beneath its sharp heel. You were no longer surrounded by bitterness and resentment, and instead, cloaked by the protection and warmth of your new husband.

The feast held in honor of your blossoming union was one of merriment, the mood lighthearted and blissful. You sat beside your husband, stomach tumbling with a coil of nerves. Everyone seemed foreign to you, unfamiliar faces with their northern attitudes and odd indifference.

You could not fault anyone for having their suspicions, given your heritage. Being a Targaryen, pale-headed and violet-eyed, bringing your dragon from the South — it must’ve been jarring. Growing into your station as the Lady of Winterfell would be a long and arduous process, but you hoped that Cregan would show you the way.

Oblivious to your Lord-Husband’s smoldering stare, you politely consumed bites of the sugar-dusted fruit cobbler, admiring the vibrant aura within the room. Your wedding gowns were as pure as the driven snow, accented with silver embroidery and lined with pale fleece to keep you warm, given the cold gnaw of winter.

If it weren’t for Cregan’s steadfastness in providing you with a new wardrobe fit for winter, the icy chill would’ve consumed your extremities from the inside-out.

Leaning over within his seat, Cregan reached for your hand, stormy-gray hues churning with a kindness reserved for you. “How are you faring, wife?” He inquired, voice a low rumble; a soothing timbre that sent shivers down your spine.

“Very well,” Warmth crawled along your flesh when he referred to you as wife so openly and affectionately. You weren’t accustomed to having someone be so attentive to you, hang upon your every word, treat you with such courteousness. “This is so wonderful. I must thank you and your Keep, for your kindness.”

If you were anyone else, Cregan might’ve treated you with a stalwart cordiality found in most formalities, but you were not anyone else. You were good, sweet, and kindhearted — above all, you were quite innocent. He would’ve been telling himself a bold lie if he hadn’t thought about taking you to bed several times already.

The colors of the North suited you — his home suited you. Not many men of his position were so lucky when it came to betrothals, but he felt as if he was beyond fortunate to have married you. Cregan only hoped to be a good husband to you and to your future children, heirs to Winterfell, with the blood of the dragon and the wolf in their veins.

He had forbidden a bedding ceremony, content to guide you to your chambers once the festivities ceased, instead. Cregan enjoyed observing you and your demure mannerisms, from the way you made small talk with those around you, complimenting the choice of food and drink. It warmed his heart to know that his wife was an amiable soul.

“You needn’t worry, Princess. It is my duty as your husband to show you a bit of Northern hospitality.” Cregan mused, a ghost of a smile tugging at either corner of his mouth. He rarely showed any emotion, let alone treating his subjects with a smile given his hardiness, but he did show a sliver of it for you. He didn’t want to scare you away.

With a delighted smile, your hand shyly curled around his, your skin unblemished and soft. Cregan hadn’t touched a woman as silky as you, and it made his blood run hot — an inopportune time, given that it was in the midst of his wedding feast. “Thank you, my Lord.” You weren’t sure if you were permitted to abandon formalities just yet.

Cregan huffed, gaze twinkling with amusement as he let your smaller hand hold his own, digits tenderly caressing over your knuckles. “I would hope that you only call me ‘my Lord’ if you’re angry with me,” His chest rumbled with an affectionate sound. “You aren’t in King’s Landing anymore.”

Embarrassment rippled through you, but before you could correct yourself out of anxiousness, Cregan gingerly squeezed your hand. Instead, it evoked a smile from you, the very same tender expression you’d given him when you were proclaimed as his wife. “I will call you husband when I am pleased with you.” You mused, bright as could be, and so blissfully naive.

Often regarded as a brooding, serious man with little traces of humor, Cregan found himself letting his guard down just enough with you. Of course, to any observer, he still seemed rather stoic, but the brief, fleeting looks he gave you, the threadbare smiles — it suggested otherwise.

As the excitable buzz of the feast began to simmer, Cregan stood from the table, wood scraping across the stone floors of the Great Hall. He stepped away from you, sparing the servants and guardsmen a word before he returned to your side.

“Is there not to be a bedding ceremony?” You whispered, stomach still tight and festering with nervousness. It was something you feared since you last saw Aegon and Helaena be hauled away for such a thing. The concept of it frightened you, twisted and unusual.

With furrowed brows, Cregan shook his head, offering his thick arm out for you to take. “No,” He grunted, noticing the swell of anxiousness etched into your features. “I would never subject you to such a thing, or myself.” He murmured, feeling you take his arm as he led you from the Great Hall.

Relief flooded through you, and you finally relaxed, seemingly appreciative of Cregan’s thoughtfulness in the matter. “Thank you, husband.” You sighed, gripping onto his arm as he led you into a warm corridor and towards a massive spiral of thick, stone steps.

Though, you still had a duty to perform — consummating the marriage, creating an heir. Part of you feared what it all entailed, given that Helaena never seemed pleased with any of it. Would he hurt you? You were uncertain, but you wanted to believe that your new husband would keep you safe.

Cregan welcomed you into your marital chambers, tidied and polished for your stay. Whatever belongings you brought with you, they were situated near a set of fine, wooden chairs circled around a stone table. Everything seemed warm and comely in his quarters, the direwolf aesthetic heavy-handed, the hearth crackling and bursting with ripples of fire.

“If there is something not to your liking, inform me — I will have it rearranged,” Cregan rumbled, following in your footsteps as you neared the open hearth, warming your hands and basking in its glow. He stood close to you, towering over you with his bulk and might. “How are you?” He asked, ensuring your comfort above all else.

There was little need for the hearth when Cregan was near, radiating a natural heat that drew you in. His countenance seemed softer, not nearly as impassive as he’d been before. “I am more than fine, I promise.” You assured him, hands wringing together. “I thought that I would miss home, but I do not. Isn’t that terrible?”

Perplexed, Cregan seemed inclined to listen to your elaboration, chestnut tresses framing his face. “It isn’t a terrible thing, princess. I would imagine that it must be freeing, to be somewhere else. You’ve never left the capital.” He replied, knowing that you were quite sheltered for most of your life.

A soft sigh escaped you, and you tried not to think about it anymore. You didn’t want to sour the mood with talk of home and the past — this was now. “It is liberating,” You confessed, craning to look at him with a semblance of wonder and affection. “I am happy that I’m here with you.” You spoke with genuineness and finality.

It was pleasing to hear you say such a thing, and even better to know that you truly meant it. One thick, burly arm slowly encircled your hips, bringing you into the warm expanse of his chest. “Good,” He murmured, expression steely. “That pleases me greatly.”

To know that Cregan valued your happiness was a wonderful feeling — you felt cared for and seen, shrouded within his protectiveness. You imagined that it would be a blissful marriage. “Thank you, Cregan.” His name slipped from your perfect tongue, and he thoroughly enjoyed the sound it made.

A low rumble vibrated through Cregan’s chest as he drew you as close as he could, tracing his calloused digits along the soft curve of your jaw. “You are very beautiful,” He murmured, timbre edged with a delicious husk that made your knees buckle. You shivered, something that he took note of. “Are you cold, wife?”

You nodded, sucking in a sharp breath when his lips neared yours. “I am.” A squeak escaped you, followed by a steady exhale. You had been kissed before, but the extent of your experience abruptly stopped there. You imagined that you wouldn’t be cold for much longer.

His lips met yours, the kiss tender yet passionate, deepened by your husband. Cregan found your mouth to be most pleasant, pliant and perfectly soft, yet malleable. You reciprocated his kiss, hands moving to press against his chest.

“Will it be painful?” You whispered, likely in an attempt to soothe your gnawing nervousness. Agony was something that didn’t coexist with pleasure, in your mind. You wanted this moment to be special and sacred, binding yourself to your husband.

Cregan hesitated, gently cupping your face with his rough palm, tenderly stroking along your cheek. “I wouldn’t dare harm you, princess. You have my word.” He assured, and it confirmed his suspicions — you hadn’t been with another before. “It might be painful, but I will be gentle. We don’t have to start tonight.”

Admittedly, it was quite the opposite for you — you wanted to start tonight, but you longed for clarification first, and he gave it to you. You shook your head, hands slipping toward the front of his tunic, as if silently pleading with him to stay. “I want to.” You insisted, looking like the picture of innocence.

As much as he liked you sweet and pious, Cregan had a feeling that it would be somewhat different after this. His gray hues swirled with a heavy desire, dropping towards the delicate curve of your mouth. “May I?” It was all that he needed to ask, and as soon as you nodded, he brought you in for a heated kiss.

Despite his appearance, a stone-faced wall of muscle and Northern strength, he was incredibly gentle with you. He held you against him, never tight enough to cause you discomfort, hands softly kneading into your hips. You kissed him back as best as you could, feverishly hot, butterflies erupting within your stomach.

His beautiful wife — Cregan could not imagine another, now that he had you in his arms. The way you kissed him was innocuous and tender, as if you were also terrified of making a mistake. Your purity, a precious thing indeed, would be tarnished and dissolved after this evening.

The thought of you, round and swollen with his child, was both tantalizing and tempting — well within his grasp. Cregan wondered if they would take after you, pale-headed with lilac hues, or perhaps himself. If the Gods were good, they would be a blend of the both of you, a dragon and a wolf.

You shivered again when your burly husband curled his hand into the back of your wedding gown, fingers slipping between the gaps, feeling inklings of your bare skin beneath. “I’ll keep you warm, wife.” He rumbled, pressing a kiss against your jaw. It wasn’t from the cold, he knew this, but his honeyed words made you flustered.

He dropped his cloak, allowing the thick curtain of fur to land against the floor. He was impossibly broad, as thick as stone, tunic loose yet snug enough to accentuate his brawn. You felt your breath hitch within your throat, swallowing another barrage of nerves.

Cregan’s mouth assailed your neck, hand peeling away the collar of pale fur in order to reach you. Every kiss was passionate, wrought with need, yet maintained that air of gentleness. Roughness was in his nature, but he wouldn’t dare fall into that pit on your wedding night.

You tasted ambrosial, sweet velvet beneath his lips, which peppered themselves wherever they could. He listened to your soft gasps and needy whines, your hands having curled into the coarse material of his tunic. He wanted to show you just how perfect you really were.

Suddenly, your gown felt much too tight and constricting, as if you would drown within it. You alleviated such sensations by loosening the bodice, tugging on the ivory strings. The fur became unraveled as Cregan gently draped the garment over the back of a chair.

Left in the thin, humble trappings of your smallclothes, nothing more than a corset hugging a linen slip, he silently appraised you with the hunger of a wolf. You appeared to be shy, somewhat coy in his presence as he looked you over, large palms settling against the swell of your hips.

“Why do you shy away?” Cregan murmured, chestnut brows furrowing together, tone one of genuine concern. You were the prettiest creature he’d ever seen — most Targaryens were known for their beauty, but you possessed it both ways, inner and outer, and that only made you more incomparable in his eyes.

Swallowing your nerves, you chewed at the inside of your cheek, hands fidgeting together. “I suppose I worry about what you’ll think,” A sore insecurity, to be sure, but something most young maidens possessed. Cregan’s gray hues softened, one hand stroking along the length of your spine. “That I won’t be suitable.”

A huff escaped him, a threadbare chuckle as he shook his head, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “You worry too much, princess.” That deep, thunderous timbre of his, husky with his Northern accent, shook you right to your core. “You are my wife — and you are perfect.” He assured, kissing along your jaw.

You exhaled, hands reaching for his tunic, wanting to see him without his clothing. There was a rush of warmth that crawled across your flesh, surging through your blood as Cregan pressed endless kisses against your skin. He trailed from jaw to collarbone, hands loosening your corset.

With a brusque tug, your gruff husband tore it from you altogether, tossing the bodice aside. “I will show you how perfect you are.” He rumbled, voice a low, heavy caress near the shell of your ear. You shivered, gaze half-lidded as you tugged insistently at his tunic.

The message was unspoken, but conveyed nonetheless as your mountain of a husband let his hands drop from you, only to tug the coarse, dark linen over his head. He was burly, broad-shouldered and thick with muscle, wisps of chestnut tresses framing his face.

Amusingly enough, Cregan possessed more of a cherubic, youthful face than you expected, yet his nose was slightly crooked from having it broken, faint scars upon his face. His eyes seemed wisened, old beyond his years. He reached for your slip, gathering the material within his hands as he looked to you for consent.

With your confidence rejuvenated, you nodded, breathless and wanton as you assisted him in maneuvering out of your thin smallclothes. The brief lick of chilled air dragged across your bare flesh, causing your nipples to harden, pebbling with the chill.

Fire danced across your physique, tantalizing and gorgeous, beautiful beyond compare. Even Cregan seemed speechless for a beat, throat reverberating with a low grunt as he motioned toward your shared bed.

You half-expected him to pounce on you, grab your hips and stake his claim, but he simply resorted to watching you slide onto the bed, covered in furs of all varieties. The frame rustled slightly, and you laid down, a picture of true perfection. Your crown of pale tresses seemed to stick out amidst the darker pallor of the furs.

Anticipation churned violently within your gut, arousal slick and mounting between your thighs as Cregan stalked closer, removing clothing in the process. You watched with bated breath as he loosened the ties of his breeches, removing them altogether.

It was to be expected — a man of his indomitable stature likely had the assets to accompany it. You nearly choked at the sight of him, terrified that it really would hurt, even if he was gentle. You sucked in a sharp breath, bewildered when he had reclined beside you instead.

“I won’t bite, my Lady.” Cregan rumbled, soothingly patting his lap as you crawled closer. He effortlessly picked you up, letting you straddle his hips as he admired you from below. “Hm.” With a hum of approval, he caressed along your form, stroking from your thigh to your breasts.

It was agonizingly deliberate, made to explore and study instead of acting upon salacious impulses. Cregan observed you closely, palm gently cupping your breast, thumb swiping over your nipple. You gasped, careening into his sensual embrace.

A flurry of desire bubbled within him when you planted your smaller hand atop his, as if encouraging him to knead and grope at his leisure. He seemed pleased, and so did you, a low hum escaping you as he caressed your silky flesh.

He made sure to show that same amount of attention to your unattended breast, slowly kneading into you. Those tempestuous gray hues never tore themselves away from you, boring into you with a searing intensity.

Warm slick coalesced between your thighs, only mounting and growing when he continued to touch you, hand lifting to cup your chin. You absentmindedly leaned into his touch, eyes becoming half-lidded as you rocked forward within his lap.

The sensations you felt were new and exhilarating, goosebumps dancing across your spine, heat pooling between your legs. “May I touch you?” You asked, tone delicate and sweet, a display of your piety and innocence. He quite enjoyed your desire to explore alongside him, and he gave a nod of his head.

“You don’t need to ask, princess.” He soothed, jaw tensing as your soft palms settled against his chest. Cregan’s stormy eyes didn’t leave you, carefully tracing each plane of your curves, the downy texture of your skin, the lilac glint of your eyes.

Your fingertips dragged across his musculature, committing each scar to memory, features becoming hot beneath his incendiary stare. He was your husband now — you imagined that scenarios like these would become commonplace. “You are so handsome,” You whispered incredulously, lips curling into a gentle smile. “Perfect.”

Cregan appeared perplexed, a soft huff escaping him as he trailed his calloused palm across the small of your back. He couldn’t recall the last time someone had called him perfect and meant it — and he knew that you did. He neglected to act, allowing you to explore as much as you pleased.

Awestruck, he watched with silent hunger as you leaned down, lips pressing against his own. A soft grunt escaped Cregan as he caged you in, mouth passionate as it tangled with yours. He enjoyed the feeling of your body snug atop his, your skin resplendent, like velvet against the grating bite of stone.

Dragging a hand from the swell of your hips to the nape of your neck, he gripped the base of your skull, gingerly kneading into your pale tresses. He kissed you again, oozing with desire as he stole every wisp of air from your lungs.

He pulled one leg up into a v-shape, supporting your back to keep you upright atop his lap. You could feel the thick girth of his cock nudge against your backside, causing you to shiver at the foreign sensation. “Do you trust me?” Cregan murmured, roughened fingertips dragging over the pliant flesh of your thigh.

There was an indiscernible look within his eyes, chestnut brows drawing together slightly. Your breath hitched as you nodded, and Cregan settled against the furs, strewn on his back. Those strong hands of his continued to nudge you forward, bringing you from his warm lap to his chest, and then a touch closer.

“What are you …” Uncertain yet filled with exhilaration, you had no idea what Cregan was planning. Your slick cunt neared his mouth, and your Northern paramour did little to slow the process, bumping you forward until you hovered above him. “C—Cregan, C —” Your voice tapered off into a whine.

His tongue raked hot embers across your cunt, a sensation that immediately made your knees buckle. You used the headboard to brace yourself, mouth tearing open as a strangled gasp escaped you. Part of you feared sitting down entirely, but Cregan coaxed you down, hands digging into your haunches.

Your reaction was beyond worthwhile, body trembling and coiled, hand scrambling to brace yourself as the other fervently dug into his chestnut tresses. You never imagined that such pleasure was even possible, filling you with an excitable ecstasy that sank into your bones.

Splitting past your folds, Cregan tasted every inch of you, tongue seeking your cunt with a fervor. He was vigorous in his ministrations, not shying away from consuming every drop of your arousal. His nose brushed against your mound, hands kneading into your thighs to reassure you, let you know that he had you.

Even when he rested beneath you, he still seemed indomitable, perhaps a touch intimidating. You didn’t look down, body involuntarily trembling and rocking forward, back beginning to arch. “Gods, a—ah!” You stammered, thighs twitching and quivering as his tongue gently flicked over your clit.

Visibly flustered, you felt so strange and smitten, riding your husband’s face as you would your dragon. It filled your belly with a rousing fire, one bright enough to consume the rest of your body, licking along the length of your spine.

A low rumble emerged from Cregan’s chest, a vibration that rattled you to your core. He wanted you to have your fill, take as much as you could and drown within pleasure. Your maidenhead was still intact, a virtue that he did not treat lightly. He didn’t feel the need to breathe, lapping at your cunt with a wolfish gluttony.

You were undeniably soaked, like a fine stout upon his tongue as he devoured you. Cregan was passionate, each stroke of his tongue ensuring that you felt it all, bliss erupting throughout your stomach.

Chasing after what you imagined to be your release, you happened to peer down for a moment, finding the contented face of your husband, whose face was lodged between your legs. His brows were creased in concentration, tongue prodding against your entrance before languidly flicking back to your clit.

It was only when he pursed his lips around that sensitive clutch of nerves, that you nearly collapsed around him. Even your draconic blood could melt, tempered by the hardened ice of your Northern paramour. You gasped, hips stuttering as your thighs squeezed at either side of his head — fortunately, he didn’t seem to care.

The only thing you wanted was this, forever — your husband’s tongue between your legs, a sanctuary in the North with a potential family, a life in which you could finally find your solace. You continued to squirm and writhe, moaning his praises into the warmth of your chambers.

As you approached your peak, you grappled with Cregan’s tresses, tugging at the root as you rocked forward, again and again. “Cregan,” You moaned, countenance contorting into a look of sheer pleasure, bones crawling with an insatiable heat. “Cregan, Cregan, please!” It was a siren’s song of desire.

He did not stop, but he didn’t change course, either. Instead, he simply continued on, suckling at your clit as he intermingled it with timed laps of his tongue. Your release slammed into you, white-hot and blistering, gnawing away at your stomach as that coil of heat effectively snapped.

A whine emerged from you, one that was nearly breathless as you rocked forward again, legs shaking from ecstasy as you rode out your peak. Cregan, ever the dutiful husband, lapped at your nectar, savoring the taste, the scent of a pleasurable aftermath.

“What —” You had to catch your breath again, attempting to recuperate as you sat back on his chest instead, thick, burly muscle plentiful enough to cushion you. “Where did you learn how to do that?” It was an innocuous question, one so sweetly-spoken that it nearly caused Cregan to chuckle.

He did, however, smile — a rare, sentimental gesture reserved only for you. It was threadbare, and if it weren’t for the nature of your relationship, one might’ve thought him to be rugged and indifferent. “You need only ask, princess, and I will oblige.” His voice was a deep rumble that warmed your insides.

You thoroughly enjoyed the nickname of princess — a term of endearment given your status, but you were a princess no longer. “I am a lady of the North now, aren’t I? A princess no longer,” You proclaimed, skin shimmering with perspiration. “What will you call me, now?” You asked.

“Hm,” Cregan contemplated, pressing a kiss against your leg before he sat up enough to have a good look at you, chin still glistening with your slick. The sight was lewd, enough to make you unbelievably flustered as he grew closer, nearly chest-to-chest with you. “Lady Stark would suffice.” He murmured.

Something amorous burned within you, a smolder that soon turned to ignited sparks. “It would please me greatly.” You hummed, running your hands over his biceps before Cregan gently changed places with you, moving you beneath his bulk, comfortable upon your back.

Soft was a mere understatement — he could feel himself melt. It was not your dragon’s blood or heat that made him crumble, but your heart. He could imagine you as the mother of his children, belly round with his heirs, the Lady of Winterfell, a Hightower no longer.

He settled between your legs, and you gasped when his cock gently glided against your slick core. Cregan knew to temper himself, to be as gentle as he could with it being your wedding night, but his resolve was steadily diminished in your presence. He steeled himself, pressing a string of kisses along your body.

Without thinking, you unconsciously goaded Cregan into a point of near-frenzy. Your hands found the taut, trunk-like muscle of his biceps, visage filled with a sense of awe and adoration. “A child would please me greatly.” You confessed, having no clue what it would do to your husband.

Cregan stopped, digits curling into the thick furs on either side of your head. It took every fiber of his being not to fuck you then and there — and he wouldn’t, it wasn’t right for him to take your maidenhead with such roughness. His fantasy became reality, a visceral, beautiful vision that made him grunt, jaw unnaturally tense.

His rough palm soothingly stroked along your thigh, lust swelling within him like a blizzard, a violent storm of need that transcended all bonds of propriety. “Does Lady Stark want me to put a pup in her belly?” Cregan rumbled, tempestuous hues ignited with a fire that demanded to be extinguished, sending shockwaves right to your core.

You swallowed the growing lump within your throat, shuddering at the sound of his voice — an edged husk, like the rumbling of thunder before a deluge or the shaking of a mountain. “Yes,” You exhaled, searching his countenance, only to find desire. “I would.”

The Gods were testing him, aiming to see if he would break beneath the pressure, but he refused. Cregan lowered himself over you, lips molding themselves against yours in a hot kiss. Your hands remained poised atop his biceps, barely able to wrap themselves around the thick, corded muscle.

He wasn’t much of a talker, and it quickly dwindled into deep grunts and heavier sighs as he aligned his cock with your entrance. He made sure to part your legs, keeping them spread as he began to push inside of you. The sudden intrusion made you gasp, startled at the twinge of pain, the discomfort of it all.

Cregan despised the mere thought of causing you harm, and even he was willing to end it all then and there. “We don’t have to continue, beloved.” He rumbled, pressing a soothing string of kisses along your face. The endearing nickname made you preen, nails digging into his arms.

“No, I — I’m well enough,” You breathed, insistent on continuing. Cregan deliberated, but when you let out a low whine, he obeyed your command. “Gods, I need you, Cregan.” Pitched with a wanton resonance, you urged him to keep going.

Your neediness made his blood run hot, and he nodded, sluggishly resuming his pace. He continued to tilt his hips forward, cock feeding into you, inch by agonizing inch. Cregan felt the desperate bite of your nails clutching into muscle, leaving behind angry crescents.

You were never fully warned of the pain, the discomfort that accompanied pleasure. It was always sold as some fantasy, particularly for men — nights of heavenly passion resulting in bliss. For you, it was simply a marital duty to provide your husband with an heir, but this transcended that. Passion and affection sparked between the both of you, and it felt right.

As Cregan finally bottomed out inside of you, he allowed you time to fully adjust, rocking into you at a lackadaisical pace. He continued to shower you in kisses, wherever his lips could reach, giving particular affection to the crook of your neck.

Whatever discontent you felt, you hastily pushed it aside, tossing it into the recesses of your mind. Instead, you focused on him — on how incredible he made you feel, the warmth you experienced in his presence. One of your hands slipped to thread within his chestnut tresses, mouth agape.

You took him so well — better than expected, and it filled him with a sense of pride and ardor. Cregan pressed hungry kisses along your throat, nose buried into the hollow of it, right beneath your jugular. He continued to go slow, afraid of causing you further pain.

Cregan repositioned his hand, leaving one lodged beside your head, the other sinking into your haunch, digits tenderly kneading into your thigh. It was an offer of reassurance, and he watched your countenance shift from discontented to relaxed.

“Move,” The sharpness of your command brought him to heel, and he very nearly smiled — it was there, the ghost of it toying at his lips. Bringing his hips back and then forward, you moaned, knowing that the sting of pain would soon blossom into pleasure. “Please.”

Molten heat swirled within the pit of your stomach, arousal thick between your legs as Cregan began to find his pace, a rhythm that shook you to your core. He was so very gentle, even for a man of his herculean mass and muscle. He took care of you, soothingly caressing your thigh as he thrusted into you.

His cock filled you completely, a stretch that would take you more than just one night to adjust to. Your maidenhead was gone, your cunt tight around his length, pulling him in again and again.

Cregan’s breathing became heavier, somewhat labored as he consummated your union. Each snap of his hips held meaning, beyond the creation of an heir. It was tenuous with feelings, a burning sentiment he felt for you, ardor that had grown into a fire.

Admittedly, his mind was hazy, fueled by desire and the mere thought of you wanting a child — you had asked it of him, demanded, and he was at your mercy. Cregan couldn’t have gotten any luckier with you, the most resplendent woman he’d ever seen.

Imagining you full and round, still as lovely as the day he set his eyes upon you, a mother and a dragon — it was nothing short of true perfection. He chased after it, evident by the growing vigor and passion in each thrust of his hips, cock nearly tearing you into two.

No matter how gentle and careful Cregan was with you, it was to no avail, but you no longer cared. “Cregan,” You moaned, lifting one leg to hitch it around his waist, and that only seemed to further spur him on, allowing him to hit new depths. His throbbing length nearly kissed your womb, filling you to the brim. “Cregan!” You cried.

For a moment, you feared being split in-half by your mountain of a husband, but he slowed enough to let you recuperate, throat reverberating with carnal grunts. The rumbling of his chest, the heat that radiated from him in waves — it was all perfect.

It was driving him mad, the way your cunt constricted around his cock, the way in which your back arched from the furs, chest brushing against his. Cregan grunted, jaw set and brows furrowed in concentration as he kneaded into your thigh, something to alleviate his tension.

His thrusts deepened, became passionate and invigorated with love, and each snap of his hips made your head spin with delirium. You were drunk on desire, clinging to him as if you were a drowning maiden, hand splayed against his shoulder.

Whenever he happened to become a touch too vigorous, he felt your nails dig deep into his flesh, leaving behind the reddened marks of your consummation. Cregan was getting close, chest erupting with labored pants as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You moaned, body bending beneath his passion, malleable within his hands. His cock throbbed within you as he sought to spill his seed, face against yours, lips occasionally connecting in a series of sloppy, warm kisses. Everything felt incredible, in ways that you couldn’t comprehend.

He was so burly, a thick wall of impenetrable muscle that seemed to envelop you entirely, shield you from everything else, from all harm. Strands of chestnut stuck to his temples, flesh glittering with perspiration from the exertion of lovemaking, coupled with the heat in your chambers.

With another brusque thrust of his hips, he settled inside of you, reaching his peak with a subtle groan. His seed filled your cunt in hot ropes, more than enough to take, if the Gods were good. Cregan exhaled, feverishly hot as he began to recuperate, neglecting to remove himself from you for a few moments.

“Are you alright?” Cregan murmured, ensuring your wellbeing first, above all else. A stinging soreness settled into your thighs and your core, but you would survive. He didn’t completely obliterate you, thankfully — you wondered what he would be like, unrestrained.

“Yes,” You smiled, visibly flustered beneath the intensity of his stare. “That was incredible.” Your confession made him huff, likely one of amusement as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. Even you glittered with sweat, but that was to be expected.

You already wanted more — and you nearly asked it of him.

Lascivious fantasies took root within your mind, and the mere idea of him being rough and completely domineering made your cunt throb. You could not do it now, given how exhausted you were, but he had certainly unlocked a new side to you, a side that you were unfamiliar with.

Cregan pulled himself from you, propping your hips up beneath a feathered pillow to ensure that his seed would take. He rested beside you, drawing you into the bulk of his muscled arms, allowing you to rest your head against the expanse of his chest. “You were perfect.” He rumbled, roughened digits stroking along your spine.

It pleased you to know that your husband was satisfied with you, much to your delight. “I am glad,” Relief rippled through you as you inched closer, perfectly slotted against his frame. “So were you.” Your pleasant accolades made him smile, fracturing his stony exterior.

“There will be plenty of time for this, that I can promise you,” Cregan was more concerned with getting to know you, his beautiful lady-wife, Lady Stark. “I would like to start with you.” He murmured, savoring the sensation of your fingers tracing across his abdomen.

You blinked, seemingly surprised by Cregan’s genuine interest in you. It made you happy — perhaps you could have both. Moments of learning and moments like these, where you could indulge in pleasure.

“Would it offend you if I asked you to do both?” You questioned, warmth crawling along your body as Cregan squeezed the swell of your hip, gray hues sparkling with a semblance of mirth.

“It wouldn’t,” Cregan mused, timbre dropping to a lull, a husky octave that seemed to envelop you in its stoicism and warmth. “It pleases me to know that Lady Stark possesses the appetite of a dragon.” His teasing made you squirm, but he simply caressed you and held you closer.

With a coy smile, you lifted your head, pressing your lips against his, asserting your still-lingering desire for your husband. “Not a dragon,” Your tone softened with a sweeter resonance. “A wolf.”

copyright @ swordgrace ; please do not steal my work and claim it as your own or translate it onto other platforms.

[southernbluebellereader]

MASTERLIST

Who I write for: Call of Duty (Preferably MW2 and MW3); Star Trek (everything up to Enterprise + Strange New Worlds); Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers); Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson); SIX (coming soon)

REQUESTS: Closed | INBOX: Open | TAG LIST: Click Here | (*) = WIP

Last Update: November 12, 2024

{JACK REACHER}

| JACK REACHER (Alan Ritchson) |

General Headcanons

General Headcanons Part 2

X Fem! Southern Waitress

Peach Pie and Cream

{CALL OF DUTY}

| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS/REQUESTS |

Imagine Dancing with Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Imagine Dancing with John Price, Ghost, and Soap

Do They Know How to Take a Bra Off? (COD 141 + Alejandro, Rudy, & König)

Routines (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))

Routines Part 2 (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))

Tenderheart Bear (141 x People Pleaser F! Field Medic (PLATONIC))

How would the 141 react to you getting your nails done? (COD MW2) (Task Force 141 - Semi-NSFW)

(18) Request: Imagine Ghost & König with an anal vibrator

Request: 141 x Reader w/ Psoriasis & Vitiligo (SFW & Platonic)

Request: Taskforce 141 x Reader with rumors of being a slut

(18+) Request: Kvinlig Demon (141 x F! Reader w/ Womb Tattoo)

| CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE |

Requests

(18+) NSFW Price x Younger S/O & he is wrapped around your finger ;)

(18+) NSFW Daddy Price x Wife (this a little *spicy*)

Family Day (x Wife Reader; y'all and the 141 go to Disney World as a family)

Personal Nurse (x Nurse F! Reader)

Leg Warmers (x Reader w/ misaligned knee caps)

*Price begging - collar - sub!Price

X Female Escort Reader

[PART 1] Don’t Look At Me Like That (FLUFF/LITTLE ANGST)

[PART 2] Excitement in Patience (18+ MATURE)

[PART 3] Cup of Coffee (Kinda of a prequel)

X Female Wife Reader

Gray Hairs (FLUFF)

X Young Reader with Facial Scars

[PART 1] Bruised Apple (Platonic, Angst, Facial Scars, Mention of Violence)

[PART 2] Apple Slices (DITTO [Mention of Violence & Trauma])

[PART 3] Apple Pie (Platonic, going on slightly romantic, Angst, Fluffity Fluff)

X MILF Single Mom

Forbidden (Fluff, Innuendos, Brief mention of violence)

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Requests

Drake (x AFAB Teammate w/ Tattoo; Simon seeing their tattoo for the first time)

Turquesa (x AFAB Latinx Nurse Reader)

Midnight Dining (x AFAB Civilian Reader (leather jacket Ghost))

Emergency Snack Run (x AFAB Gas Station Clerk)

Personal Mechanic (Mechanic Ghost x AFAB Reader)

X Female Southern Cook

[PART 1] Midnight Snack (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 2] Tomato, Tom-ah-to (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 3] Bag of Peas (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 4] Hash Browns (FLUFF & MOSTLY PLATONIC)

[PART 5] Prickly Pear (FLUFF & DEF NOT PLATONIC ANYMORE)

[PART 6] Peaches and Cream (FLUFF, ANGST, LOVEY DOVEY)

[PART 7] Chicken and Dumplings (VERY ANGST, A LITTLE VIOLENCE)

[PART 8] Hot Links (FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY)

X Female Reader

(18+) Hot For Teacher (Simon's S/O gets a teacher costume for Halloween)

Being Chosen…By A Baby (Single Mom Reader)

| COLONEL ALEJANDRO VARGAS |

X Female Wife Reader

Forehead Kisses (FLUFF)

Alejandro and His Big Ol' Forehead - One, Two, Three, Four

| SERGEANT KEEGAN P. RUSS (COD GHOSTS) |

Fun and Games (x F! reader) (PLATONIC) - His name is said in a funny accent

| SERGEANT KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK |

Requests

A little nosy, aren't we? (x F! Reader gets caught looking at his social media)

(18+) Car Shenanigans (x F! Reader giving head/getting fingered)

Post-Mission Angst (x AFAB Reader)

X Female Signaler/Radiowoman Reader

Guardian Angel (bubbling relationship)

| KÖNIG |

How he likes to show affection by holding you close (xGN Reader)

| COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES |

X Pregnant Wife Reader

First Time Husband (first-time pregnancy; little angst, fluff)

| SERGEANT LOGAN WALKER (COD GHOSTS) |

Requests

Headcanons (Both SFW and NSFW)

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Headcanons Part 2 (Both SFW and NSFW)

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General Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Supportive Soft Friend (SFW Fluff)

| KATE LASWELL |

x Wife Reader

My Wife (fluffity fluff fluff)

| ALEX KELLER |

x F! New Yorker Medic Reader

Polar Opposites (Golden Retriever Alex, Black Cat Reader; Fluff)

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*Dilf! Johnny x Babysitter

x F! Reader

Calling Him "Stud"

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| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS |

Kirk, Spock, & Bones x Southern Reader (SFW)

Do They Know How to Take Bra Off? (Kirk, Bones, Spock, Scotty, Chekov)

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X Female Nurse Practitioner

Medical Couple (FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY; TOS/REBOOT MOVIES)

| FIRST COMMANDER SPOCK |

Requests

Pop of Color (x F! Betazoid Quartermaster/Seamstress; STRANGE NEW WORLDS)

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X Female Camp Counselor

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{SIX}

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Requests

Request: Joe Graves X Younger Wife/GF Headcanons

[theogclownboy]

I just saw you did Care Bears stuff and the fixation has been hitting me SO HARD!!! >.< could I maybe get either little padded bedtime with tenderheart and wish caring for him , or a little bluster with cg robbie? either work for me, and I just love unlock the magic so MUCH!!! thank you again bonez you are a huge inspo for us and are just so cool in general!!! sends over lots of love /p /vpos

Aw thank you! Also I'm happy to draw care bears again! Sorry if it's a tad bit off though cause I have my own lil design details I draw for them

[theeccentricraven]

Alphabet Write Tag

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!

Rules: give a sentence for each letter of the alphabet! (Can compose or get from your WIP)

I took quotes from The Blood Cleaners, but composed the last one since I couldn't find any Z's (and it was about time I named the nameless young mother Justin has to encounter during a major section of the story).

A- As Justin covered his eyes and wriggled in his bed, for a moment, he thought this was mild in comparison to the previous shot.

B - “Bravo,” Lord Rico said indifferently. “You’ve earned bonuses for this week. I suppose you’ve proven me wrong. Not the little rebels, but the best we have.”

C - “Congratulations,” said Lady Juana. “Just don’t get too comfortable in that uniform too soon.”

D - Do you hear me?

E - “Excuse you,” Lucio grumbled. “No one excuses an enforcer.”

F- Favor….

G - “Guys!” he shouted. “We’re in an oven!”

H - "Hermana! Hermana!” The little girl ran up and sprung into Joselyn’s arms.

I - I wanted to let you know that you are one of the most amazing girls in this cruel world.

J - Joselyn took only half a step before the hissing sound of a vaculator echoed across the hall.

K - “Kind of?”

L - "Lady Charla is the one who blabbed. She’s worse than Lord Rico.”

M - May 31st. Justin had a week. He spent every night staying up past 3am rehearsing answers for every possible question he could think of.

N - "No matter how much they butter you up, don’t forget about how their rules can’t be condoned.”

O - Oscar and Wayne were slower with transforming while holding objects and slower with transforming to their normal selves.

P - Patricia blushed to show her tattoo of a desert flower.

Q - “Que pasa?”

R - Rafael stuck out his tongue.

S - “She practiced so hard,” Ellen said.

T - “Tenderheart!”

U - Under a log, she’d hid her cards.

V - Velma kept talking.

W - “We call him Pancho,” said Joselyn.

X - Xavier!

Y - "Yeah, I became a cleaner when I was five."

Z - Zoe was the Fist mother who cared for her toddler at home. When she wasn't on maternity leave, she worked as an operations manager at one of the propaganda studios.

Tagging (no pressure): @constellationandcompendium @poethill @ghost-type-writer @ddgraywrites @hersurvival

[wisewomanonce]

The Power and Practice of Forgiveness: A Journey Towards Freedom

Most of us have experienced some form of hurt, heartbreak, disappointment, or betrayal. For some, these moments have left scars—words or actions that forever changed our mindsets, relationships, or even the course of our lives.  

When it comes to forgiveness, we’re all at different places. Some hold onto unforgiveness as though it’s a badge of justice—proof that someone didn’t "get away with it." Others may say they’ve forgiven but haven’t truly done so in their hearts. Some have cultivated forgiveness as a virtue, learning to release offenses time and again. And then there are those who struggle deeply—they want to forgive, tired of being bound by the past, but don’t know how to move forward.  

So, what is forgiveness?  

Understanding Forgiveness

Forgiveness is not just a suggestion but a requirement from Christ. It means sincerely canceling someone’s debt against you from the heart—choosing to release negative feelings, even if the other person doesn’t deserve it or hasn’t apologized. It’s not about excusing, condoning, or forgetting the offense. It’s about obedience to God and trusting Him with the outcome.  

As Matthew 6:14-15 reminds us:

For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.”

Forgiveness involves two key aspects:  

1. Self-Forgiveness: Recognizing and addressing guilt.  

2. Person-to-Person: Forgiveness– Releasing resentment, retaliation, and the desire for payback.  

What Forgiveness Is Not

- Forgiveness is not a feeling: It’s a decision to obey God’s command, regardless of emotions.  

- Forgiveness is not trust Forgiveness can be granted unconditionally, but trust must be earned through tangible evidence of change.  

- Forgiveness is not reconciliation:

While reconciliation is important to God, some relationships may remain unsafe or unrepaired due to a lack of repentance.  

- Forgiveness is not forgetting: 

We may never forget, but we can choose not to let the offense control us.  

Why Forgive?

1. Mental and Emotional Heath:

Forgiveness reduces anxiety, stress, and hostility, improving overall well-being.  

2. Obedience to God: 

Forgiveness aligns with His will and leads to peace and healing.  

3. Freedom from Bondage:

It releases the control the offense has over your life, allowing you to move forward.  

Failing to forgive comes with its own consequences—bitterness, anger, depression, and even physical health issues like high blood pressure and heart disease. Holding onto grudges keeps us tied to a past we want to escape, robbing us of joy in the present and hope for the future.  

How to Forgive

Forgiveness is a process, often requiring intentional practice before it becomes part of your character. Here’s a helpful framework:  

P-R-E-A-C-H

- P: *Pray* for the strength to forgive.  

-R: *Recall* the hurt but refuse to dwell on it.  

- E: *Empathize* with the offender's humanity.  

-A: Offer the *Altruistic gift* of forgiveness.  

- C: *Commit* to forgive, even if feelings resurface.  

- H: *Hold on* to forgiveness—don’t let bitterness creep back in.  

If You Need Forgiveness

Start by acknowledging your wrongdoing and its impact on others. Seek forgiveness sincerely, without excuses, and allow others the time they need to heal. Above all, treat others with compassion, empathy, and respect as you move forward.  

As Ephesians 4:32 reminds us: “Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”

The Impact of Forgiveness

Unforgiveness doesn’t just stay within you—it spills over into your relationships, your outlook, and even future generations. The enemy wants us to believe that our bitterness is justified, but God calls us to a higher standard. Forgiveness is the antidote to anger, resentment, and the power of the enemy over our hearts.  

Forgiveness doesn’t erase the past, but it frees us from being controlled by it. It’s not just about the offender—it’s about your healing, your peace, and your relationship with God. Start the process today and allow forgiveness to transform your heart and your life.  

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Practice drabble #2 - "Tenderhearted One"

This time, we're in the same room, but th-there's not anything hardcore. It's fluff. This is FLUFFY. Cuz I'm, well....I-I'm in a fluffy mood. I'm in that "completely overwhelmed by just how in love I am with her and how lucky I am to be here and to know that I'm wanted" mood......S-so, that's what you're getting this time....

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I....I can't get enough of it....

N-no matter how many times this happens to me.....it's never enough....My greedy heart will always yearn for more....

Th-the way she touches me....with such strong, yet soft hands....Gliding across my most sensitive areas with so much care, setting my body aflame.....

The way she looks me over, with such a fond look in her eyes, in a way no one else has ever looked at me before her....

The way her smirk widens as I pour my heart out for her.....No matter how clumsily the words come out.....Sometimes, it even feels like she likes it more when I stumble.....

The way she kisses me, starting off carefully and gently before slowly getting more....ravenous....as the seconds pass, letting me know I taste good enough for her to lose herself in this moment with me....

The way she praises me for giving her my worship....in every form....Her voice getting so smooth as she does, urging more and more from me....

I'm her good little girl....Her sweet, greedy girl....My devotion gives her life, as my god.....She adores when I tell the world who I belong to.....The more I give to her, the more she'll bless me.....All things she's told me before.....

I-I can never get enough of any of it.....

Yet, usually.....The noises I make when my words leave me, is enough to show it.....

I-I have no idea why, this time.....It got to me more than usual....

I have no idea why, this time, as she's holding me tightly to her and kissing me once again.....t-tears started coming to me eyes....

As she pulls away, she sees it immediately.....I look away from her, closing my eyes, and soft sobs escape me....Why...? Why am I crying....? What's wrong with me....?

She brings a hand to my face. "What's wrong?" she asks me softly.

Her voice sounds so good......Her touch feels so good....Everything feels so good.....

I attempt to answer her. "N-nothing....." My voice comes out as a whimper.

"Are you certain? Why are you crying?" she asks, "Be honest with me, my sweet one...."

"I-I am being honest....I-I swear....." I try to answer, sniffling, "N-nothing's wrong.....N-nothing....."

Everything feels....right....

I feel....complete....

As part of her.....As her treasure.....

"I-I dunno why I-I'm.....I....." I attempt to explain, "I-it feels so good.....I-I'm so happy.....I....." my voice trails off as I sob again.

She's the best thing that's ever happened to me.....In her presence, I can feel no pain.....She made me hers.....

So....why am I crying......?

"Shhhh....shhhhhh....." she hushes me as I try to stop.

"K-keep going.....p-please...." I whine for her, "P-please....I-I'm OK....." I cling to her, as if part of me is worried this is a dream again, "I-I need you, Your R-Radiance....I need you...."

"Shhhhhh....~" she holds me closer against her, rubbing my bare back, "I know.....I know.....~"

She's so, so perfect.....Everything about her feels like it was crafted from the heavens itself.....and it's ME she's holding....

How am I so damn lucky....? Why me....why me, of all cookies.....? Why is this warmth something she blessed ME with.....? She told me she doesn't regret making me hers, and that she cares about me dearly....I-I believe her.....and that's why this feels so surreal.....The fact that I believe her when she tells me those things....How I can tell she's not one to lie about this....

"I'm right here....Your radiant queen shall grant you salvation once more....."

M-maybe.....I was more stressed today than I realized......a-and feeling her hands on me again brought me more relief than I expected....That was the only explanation I can think of.....f-for how something that feels this incredible can bring me to tears so suddenly.....

Either way....I'm glad she's not judging me....I'm glad she doesn't mind......She knows I like this.....My tears won't stop this moment....

She sees me.....She hears me.....

I can tell, as my breath hitches when she kisses my neck, and brings one hand to gently rub my thigh.....

"Dry your eyes, and shine for me again, tenderhearted one~..."

[pistol247]

And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you. Ephesians 4:32 NKJV https://bible.com/bible/114/eph.4.32.NKJV https://www.instagram.com/p/CocUBQ3uCdc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[onebirthdaywishes]

The significance of a JANUARY 11 birthday and your future

January 11 VS Capricorn

There is little that's ordinary or commonplace about the idealistic individuals born on this day. As one of them, you're on a mission to help others by leading them to a better way of life. Outwardly you may be as practical and realistic as any Capricorn, but your soul is that of a mystic. Your essential makeup is an interesting blend of the goat's shrewd determination, a philosophical mind, and an artistic temperament. Consequently, you're less likely to be driven by the desire for power and money that affects other goats. A true humanitarian, you feel a strong obligation to aid people in need.

The January 11th mentality is extremely creative, with a decided flair for turning dreams and ideas into practical realities. You could find yourself drawn to the study of metaphysics,如occult,or other alternative paths of illumination. Your sh扛p,incisive mind makes it easy for you to assimilate theoretical knowledge, and your psychic-like intuition provides you with empathy for the human condition. As a leader and teacher, you're able to inspire those around you and to stimulate their creative or spiritual potential. Personally, you have a strong, powerful outer will, but you are rather thin-skinned and emotionally fragile within.

Although relating comes naturally to you, you tend to be shy in intimate situations. You're a tenderhearted romantic, but your insecurities may keep you from opening your heart to another person. You do best with a partner who understands or shares your interests.

BLESSING

How to wish a 6 year old happy birthday

1. Happy 6th birthday baby, happy family photo!

2. Happy birthday baby, you are always 6 years old!

3. I wish you a happy day of growth! Happy 6th Birthday!

4. May all the wishes in your life come true! Happy 6th birthday!

5. 6-Year-old, energetic, emotionally dramatic child, happy birthday!

PERSONALITY

The number eleven is always said to be a “master number,” so it is no wonder that you share your birthday with some of the most renowned persons in the creative arts. Thus, you can see that today is a date of distinction, which gives to its children talent, fame, and genius. You share these traits and rewards to the extent that you seek to deserve them. You can make almost anyone like you, and thus you have a tremendous advantage in getting ahead in the world. You can work to make good fortune flow to and through you, especially if you take the time to develop your gifts and talents. You are fond of puzzles, games, and sports of all kinds, and you are a great lover of nature.

LIFE PATH

You are kindhearted, constant, and winsome, but secretive. Once you become a friend, you are a friend for all time. But be careful in some friendships, as you are inclined to overlook serious faults in others. You will be successful as a creative entrepreneur and will make a wonderful partner.

DESTINY

When you feel inspired, it obliterates the memory of the past’s troubles and disillusionments. Rather than wait for events to happen, let your own zeal help you achieve the results you want. Do not be impatient. Meet each problem separately as it arises.

KARMIC LESSON

You are steadfast and not easily swayed by flattery. You are original, inventive, and farseeing, have an open and well-balanced mind, and are receptive to new truths. You are careful in your dealings and rarely come out with “the short end of the deal.” You make the most of your natural gifts and talents. You have good taste and judgment, and much more goes on beneath that calm exterior of yours than people think! As a matter of fact, you would do well teaching or in a profession where you have an audience.

SECRET

A builder and a maker, you aspire to make big dreams come true. You have a romantic nature but are not always amenable to the demands of a traditional marriage.

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[fy-mina]

20220223 TWICE 4TH WORLD TOUR ‘III’ IN DALLAS @ DICKIES ARENA

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[daily-twice-content]

20230319 Fanmeeting @ Inkigayo

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[annieandro]

Big A, Little a, What Begins With A? Annieandro Aiming Arrows With Angel. A, a, A.

Big B, Little b, What Begins With B? Bluey, Bingo, Bandit and Bubble Too.

Big C, Little c, What Begins With C? Caine Crawls On The Cushion. C, c, C.

Big D, Little d, Dusty and Daisy Eats Donuts While Donald Dances.

A, B, C, D, E, e, E, Eeyore, Elsie and Eduardo. E, e, E.

Big F, Little f, F, f, F, Five Fluffy Feathers On Felipe and Flicker.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G. Gruber, Goofy and Gangle. G, g, G.

Big H, Little h, Honey, Heart, Harry Uses The Horn! How Sweet and Smart!

Big I, Little i, I, i, I.Island Owl Is Itchy, So Am I.

Big J, Little j, What Begins With J?Jax's Special Jelly Jar and Jam Begins This Way.

Big K, Little k, Komason, Komajiro, Komadillo and Kinger's Kind Sneeze.

Big L, Little l, Little Miss Cassie Listens To Animals.Lucky and Lulu Licks A Lollipop.

Big M, Little m, Mac and Bloo Is Making Music To Mickey Mouse. Mighty Kind!

Big N, Little n, What Begins With These? Nine New Nephews and Nana Made A Necklace For Chilli.

O Is Very Useful, You Use It When You Say: Oso The Bear Oils Oscar Fishtooth Today!

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P!

Pikachu Paints Pink While Pat Paints Purple, Pom-Pom Plays Paddleball and Pomni Is Having Lunch.

Big Q, Little q, What Begins With Q? Quills Answers The Questions and Finds Out!

Big R, Little r, Rusty and His Friend Ragatha Is Rollerskating and Having Some Fun!

Big S, Little s, Scooter and Mr.Chips Has A Surprise and Gave Stretch and Squeeze Some Strawberries.

T, T, t, t, What Begins With T? Tenderheart Bear Is Playing Tug Of War With Turner and Tigger.

Big U, Little u, What Begins With U?Unikitty Uses Her Umbrella To Keep Her Dry.

Big V, Little v, Vampirina Is Very, Very, Very Funny On Her Violin.

W, w, W, Wilt Is Washing Winnie Who Is Washing Winnie The Pooh.

X Is Very Useful If You Can Help Fix-It. It Also Comes In Handy With XR Along!

Big Y, Little y, Yawning Yin, and Yodeling Yang, Yabby Is Yelling On Their Backs.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, and Z! Hooray, Hooray!

Big Z, Little z, What Begins With Z?

I Do and My Name Is Zooble. As I Can Plainly See.

[gatekeeper-watchman]

Good Morning World Daily Devotionals for October 26, 2023  

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 27:2 (KJV): 2 Let another man praise thee, and not thine own mouth; a stranger, and not thine own lips. Proverbs 27:2 (AMP): 2 Let another man praise you, and not your own mouth; a stranger, and not your own lips.

Thought for the Day

Everyone reacts negatively to a braggart. It is bad manners to speak about nothing but one's own accomplishments. It is inappropriate for God's people, as it is evidence of pride and self-centeredness. These do not reflect God's nature, but Satan's. Pride and selfishness blind us to the needs of others and keep us from loving God and others. The Bible instructs us to lift one another up in encouragement and praise. We should esteem our fellow believers more highly than ourselves. "Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honor preferring one another" (Romans 12:10). We should rejoice to see fellow believers honored even when we are not acknowledged, and not allow ourselves to feel slighted.

"Clothe yourselves therefore, as God's own chosen ones (His own picked representatives), [who are] purified and holy and well-beloved [by God Himself, by putting on behavior marked by] tenderhearted pity and mercy, kind feeling, a lowly opinion of yourselves, gentle ways, [and] patience [which is tireless and long-suffering, and has the power to endure whatever comes, with good temper]. Be gentle and forbearing with one another and, if one has a difference (a grievance or complaint) against another, readily pardon each other; even as the Lord has [freely] forgiven you, so must you also [forgive]. And above all these [put on] love and enfold yourselves with the bond of perfection [which binds everything together completely in ideal harmony]. And let the peace (soul harmony which comes) from Christ rule (act as umpire continually) in your hearts [deciding and settling with finality all questions that arise in your minds, in that peaceful state] to which as [members of Christ's] one body you were also called [to live]. And be thankful (appreciative), [giving praise to God always]" (Colossians 3:12-15, AMP).

The Lord instructs us to be humble and kind to each other. We ought not to be so wrapped up in ourselves that we are unaware of what others are doing. We should acknowledge others when they do a good job, no matter how menial that job may be. Every task done with excellence and unto the Lord, is worthy of praise. Ephesians 5:18 instructs us to give thanks to God in everything. If we live in an attitude of giving thanks and praise to God, we will have a heart to appreciate those around us. People enjoy the company of those having a joyful nature and a grateful heart. Their attitude spills over to all who know them. A smile costs nothing, and a word of praise to those with whom we live and work is a wonderful testimony to the Spirit of Christ dwelling within us.

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, remind us to be thoughtful and sensitive to those around us. May we always be mindful to share our thankfulness and praise to others. Help us to overcome selfishness and pridefulness. May we never boast about things we do, but may we boast about things You do. We do praise the goodness and kindness that You show us. May we also be good and kind to others by noticing their accomplishments and voicing our appreciation to them. Lord, many in the world are rude, and we do not want to be like them, but rather, we desire to be like You, and demonstrate Your kindness to others. We ask this in the name of Jesus. Amen. Friday, October 25, 2024, Jacksonville, Florida USA From: Steven P. Miller, @ParkermillerQ, gatekeeperwatchman.org  TM, ‎Founder and Administrator of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups. #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO. www.facebook.com/gatekeeperwatchnan www.facebook.com/ Instagram: steven_parker_miller_1956

[scoutandvioletfan]

Say Tennessee Tuxedo and Chumley If You're An Aries.

Say Lucas The Spider If You're A Taurus.

Say Huckle and Lowly If You're A Gemini.

Say Scooter and Mr.Chips If You're A Cancer.

Say Tenderheart Bear If You're A Leo.

Say Cool McCool If You're A Virgo.

Say Lofty The Crane and Mr.String If You're A Libra.

Say Twilight If You're A Scorpio.

Say Dan Backslide If You're A Sagittarius.

Say Mac and Bloo If You're A Capricorn.

Say Hoppity Hooper, Professor Waldo P Wigglesworth and Fillmore If You're A Aquarius.

Say Linus The Lionhearted If You're A Pisces.

For Me: Scooter and Mr.Chips!