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[entitled-fangirl]

Cold.

Cregan Stark x southern wife!reader

Summary: the reader is not used to the cold, but does not wish to bother Cregan with something so small.

A/n: based on an ask!

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She shivered as she walked through the corridors of Winterfell.

It had been months. Why hadn't she acclimated yet?

Perhaps because as soon as she had, winter came upon them, dropping the temperatures drastically.

She pulled her cloak tighter around her as she moved through the castle. 

It's ridiculous. Being this cold.

She wasn't sure how Cregan did it so well.

She knew in all honesty. All of Westeros teased that the North was made of colder things than snow.

She thought the opposite. 

Cregan was quite a warm man. 

She entered his study with a pause once she saw him deep in thought, practically slaving over the papers on his desk.

Without looking up, he waved her off, "Come back later."

A wave of disappointment washed over her. "Oh. Forgive me, my love."

His head shot up quickly with wide eyes, "Wait. I…" His eyes connected with hers, "I did not know it was you."

The disappointment faded suddenly at that.

"Please come sit with me."

She walked into the room, closing the door behind her. She rounded the desk to his side, her fingers grazing over the carefully crafted wooden desk. Her eyes stayed on the papers. "What's all this?"

He quickly found her hips through the cloak with his hands and pulled her to stand in between his legs, "Nothing I need a beauty like you to worry about."

She smiled and continued to her studying of the papers, "You'll find a have quite a mind to match the beauty."

He grinned, "Oh, trust me. I know." His face fell a bit as he focused on her hips, her entire body shivering. "Cold?"

She finally looked to him, "Hmm?"

He bit the inside of his cheek, clearly concerned, "I asked if you're cold."

She hummed and shook her head, "No. 'M fine."

A crease between his eyebrows formed, "You're lying."

Her eyes widened just a bit. "I assure you, I'm not."

"You're shivering."

She had nothing to defend that. He was right. 

"If you were cold, why have you not said anything?"

She scoffed, "I am not going to ask the Lord of the North for something so menial as a warm blanket."

He immediately stood at that. His face was so close as he stood that their lips could have brushed. He stood to full height and she had to look up a bit to see him. "Menial?" His tone was sharper than before.

"Yes."

He shook his head, "That's not menial." His fingers moved up to his cloak to begin to untie it.

"Cregan, stop." When he didn't, she brought her hands over his and leaned closer to him. "Stop."

The tough Warden wasn't used to such a short thing telling him to stop something that he had his mind set on. It was obvious he was holding back his frustration. 

"You fight death itself at the wall." She pointed out, "You're a warrior and a leader. You've given me a home, a bed, a castle and servants at my beck-and-call. What kind of wife would complain of all she's been given?"

He let out a breath, "You believe that is a complaint? To be cold?"

"It is."

"It is not. I assure you."

She frowned, "Fine. Then it is a bother."

He let out a frustrated growl. "Stop doing that."

"Doing what?" She asked confused.

"Acting as if you are not the very thing that keeps my soul on fire."

She was thrown off at his confession. "I… W…"

He quickly untied and threw his cloak over her shoulders. He then grabbed her face and pulled her into a demanding kiss.

He pulled her away, "Do not," he growled, "ever believe you are nothing to me."

Cregan was a warm man because northerners are full of fire. 

And snow is the only thing that keeps it extinguished enough to not potentially burn all of Westeros.

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Hunger (The completed story)

Pairing: The Darkling x Reader

Summary: A/O/B fic. It's your first heat and it's too intense to handle. All of the men at the Little palace want you but there's only one man you have your eye on. But there's no way he'd want to mate with you, would he??

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Piv smut, mating press, bit of a breeding kink, biting, scratching, knotting, possessiveness, a lil bit of d/s dynamics

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As you walked into the council room, all the men turned to look at you, eyes slightly wide and hungry. You could almost picture the saliva dripping down their chins. You shrunk into yourself as you made your way to your seat. 

It was your first heat and you didn’t want to let it prevent you from going to work. But a heat was even more intense than you’d expected it to be and it seemed to be getting worse by the minute. 

You were absolutely throbbing and your pants were soaked through. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together to try and gain some amount of satisfaction. It only made things worse but once you’d started you couldn’t seem to stop. 

You dared to look around yourself and you noticed that concentration strained on the men’s faces as they now refused to look at you. They were trying so hard to be civil and not to pounce on you. 

When none of you thought you could take it any longer, General Kirigan finally strode into the meeting. His nostrils flared as soon as he entered, clearly taking notice of your scent. He didn’t say anything as he placed his papers down on the table ready to conduct the discussion. You’d never seen him look so tense before, not even during his most high-stakes political negotiations. You started to regret not taking the day off work.

You could hardly think straight, your nipples were hard beneath your bra and you wanted so badly to start palming your breasts through your clothes. You were desperate for any sort of stimulation and had to restrain yourself from rocking your mound the chair. You had an inkling that none of the men were paying attention too, if their stolen glances were anything to go off. 

A few of the men were without a mate and you knew that they were desperate to throw themselves at you. And your instincts were telling you to do the same. But one man’s scent in particular was driving you insane. General Kirigan’s. He was the alpha of all alphas. And it came off in his scent. You were practically dizzy with it. 

You were so painfully aware of his presence. Sure he was incredibly attractive and you might have always had a little crush on him but this feeling was nothing in comparison to that. A part of you was willing to do absolutely anything for that man to put you out of your misery. But its not as if the General Kirigan would ever want to be your mate, you thought sadly. 

“I think that’s enough for today.” He declared.

You checked the clock. You were finishing 30 minutes early. You shrunk into yourself even more. They couldn’t stand your presence for one second more. 

You stuffed your belongings into your bag and went to hurry out.

“Y/N, I want you to stay behind.” Kirigan instructed. 

You froze, tightly clutching your bag, and turned back around.

His hands were pressed down on top of the table - arms as tense as logs. He refused to look at you. 

The door closed shut behind the last person to leave. His scent smelt even more intense now it was just the two of you. 

His eyes remained on the table as he spoke to you - each word was strained: “Y/N, please take the next few days off.” 

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

He nodded. 

That was all he wanted to say. You should go now, leg it back to your room. But part of you wanted to stay. You hesitated for a moment, your legs slightly shaking and your pants so wet that a drop of it started to trickle down your thigh. You needed Kirigan’s scent to surround you, to claim you, to mark you as his. 

He interrupted your thoughts, “You may leave.”

Of course, your fantasy was never going to happen. 

“Sorry, Sir.” You repeated and hurried off. 

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Each day brought endless suffering. Was it this bad for everyone else? You had no idea how they coped. This was hell. 

You writhed in bed, sheets soaked with sweat. You were genuinely going insane. The space between your legs seemed to physically burn with desire. Your legs rubbed together, seeking some sort of satisfaction but none came. 

It was impossible not to think sinful thoughts. You imagined Kirigan, his head between your legs, lips coated with your juices. You wondered how experienced he was, and you decided with certainty that he would know exactly what to do in the bedroom. That thought made you whimper. 

It hurt you to know that your imagination was not reality. Kirigan would never satiate your desires. And yet your brain couldn’t stop tossing that thought around, fantasising about him over and over again with small variations. Kirigan fucking you like his life depended on it. Kirigan fucking you slowly, placing hot, tender kisses to every inch of your body. You riding him while his pretty face screwed up in bliss. 

Your hand gravitated between your legs but you pulled it away. You had already tried that. Countless times. It only served to goad you on, to ramp the need up to one thousand. No, only an alpha could help you. 

You had considered leaving your room in the search of one. But there was only one alpha on your mind and he would never sleep with you. And you didn’t want to mate with anyone who didn’t make you feel the same way that Kirigan did. You clutched your self-respect and dignity tightly to your chest, even as the rest of your mind melted away in the fires of lust. 

Holding the pillow over your face, you groaned loudly with annoyance. It was not fair to be cursed with an affliction that bore no remedy. You needed a cold glass of water, something to distract yourself for even a second.

You hadn’t left your room ever since the meeting. Someone had been kind enough to leave meals behind your door so you didn’t have to put yourself, or the others, through any unnecessary strain. 

The clock on your bedside told you it was 2am, so it should be safe to venture outside. 

You cursed your luck when Kirigan was sitting at the kitchen table reading a book with a glass of water - unable to sleep just like you. 

The floor creaked as you turned to leave. His eyes shot up.

Your face bloomed bright red. You were only wearing your thin white nightgown, your hair dishevelled.

“I-I’ll come back later.”

He swallowed thickly. “There’s no need.” 

He tried to smile but you could spot the tension in his lips. Curse him and his politeness.

As soon as you stepped inside, a sweltering wall of scent slapped you in the face. It was musky and animalistic. Your legs shook on the way to the cupboards. You tried not to breathe but there was nothing you could do to stop it from entering your system. Saints, you needed him to fuck you sensless. You bit back a moan.

The only glasses were on a shelf that was too high for you to reach. Of fucking course everything had to be against you today.

“Let me help.” He offered.

His chair squeaked and then footsteps padded up behind you. You went rigid. 

His scent filled your lungs, choking you with cloying lust. The warmth of his body was mere inches away from touching you. You had to steel yourself from pressing back and closing the teasing gap. Your ache was worse than all of your days of suffering combined. It took all of your strength not to make a noise, a groan of pleasure, a whimper of pain, a pleading beg: “Please, Sir, use me however you want, fuck me until I can’t walk.”

The retrieved glass clanked down on the counter.

You took a deep breath and turned to face him. 

“T-Thank you.” You stuttered despite your best efforts to feign composure. 

He didn’t move. Why wasn’t he moving? His hands gripped the countertop either side of you, closing you in between his white-knuckled hands. 

There was no stopping the way your eyelids fluttered in the futile bliss of his perfect scent and his perfect face. You couldn’t think straight. What was happening? 

“Sir?”

A noise halfway between a groan and a growl caught in the back of his throat at hearing you call him that.

“You can’t keep going around smelling that divine.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Something needs to be done.”

In one graceful motion, he closed the distance, his body pressing up against your own. 

This had to be a dream, a fever dream conjured from the intensity of your heat.

His head surged forwards, lips pressing against yours with a crushing force. This was the best dream you’d ever had. 

Your hands laced through his raven locks as his tongue delved between your parted lips. The feel of his soft lips mixed with the bruising intensity with which he tasted you was absolutely divine. His hands snaked around your back, pressing you tight against himself. Your tongue slipped into his own mouth, lapping up every inch of him. This felt fucking amazing. You’d never experienced such an electric kiss. It had you seeing fireworks. 

You yelped when he grabbed your waist and lifted you onto the counter. Your legs wrapped tightly around him and he continued to kiss you with desperation. 

This was actually real wasn’t it? You could feel his plush lips, his flushed skin, his curious tongue. It felt much too real to be a dream. But how could this be happening to you? You’d fantasised about it so many times, and now it was actually happening, your General was here, stealing your breath away. 

He rocked his hips against your own, his hard length pressing against your core, and he bit down on your lower lip. Stars sparked along your spine. You let out a gasp and rutted your hips desperately against him. 

“Oh, please, please, please.” You chanted without even realising the words were falling from your mouth.

You planted hungry kisses along his cheek and neck, your hands fisted in the back of his kefta as you rocked against him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, pulling away to study your response.

It only dawned on you what you’d just said, what you’d begged for. Your heart was giddy. You would never forget this day, you would never forget the way his eyes seemed to burn like hot coal when you said: “Yes.”

Before you could blink, you were being lifted up and carried down the corridors. You wrapped your hands around his neck to steady yourself against the speed with which was carrying you. Now that you had exactly what you needed to make the pain go away, you were more desperate than ever. The man who would satiate you was pressed against your side, carrying you like you weighed nothing. You couldn't wait to get your hands all over him. 

You revelled in the feeling of his obsidian, silk sheets as he set you down on his bed. You'd been so curious to know what Kirigan's bedroom looked like but, as his lips crashed against yours, you couldn’t care less. 

Your greedy hands pushed off his kefta and started unbuttoning his shirt. Lust had boiled off any sheepishness you usually would have carried to the bedroom. 

Joy buzzed through your bones when you pressed your hands against his bare chest and explored the contours of his muscles. 

“I need you, I need you.” You repeated like prayer against his lips.

“You can have me.” 

He lifted the nightgown off you, leaving you exposed in nothing but your underwear. He pulled away to discard his trousers and then his fingers were hooking into your bra and pausing, waiting for consent. 

You nodded desperately, “Please.”

You had no idea how he had the restraint to be so careful with you. You’d been dying to rip his clothes off as soon as you’d spied him in the kitchen and you were sure he must feel the same. 

He pressed kisses along your neck and then trailed lower before taking a nipple into your mouth. Your head threw back as his tongue swirled around your bud. You were so sensitive that you thought you could burst. 

You managed to twist around to tug your underwear off and he pulled away to do the same. His hard length stood to attention against his abdomen, thick and veiny. His tip was red and leaking a trail of precum. You were practically salivating at the sight of it. Usually, you would have panicked about fitting in his impressive length but you were so achingly empty that you were excited to take on the challenge. 

He went to go down on you but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. 

“Please. Now. I need you now.” 

He let out a small chuckle at your desperation.

“Your wish is my command, flower.” 

He lined himself up with your entrance and, in one single thrust, he pushed cleanly into you. Your mouth threw open into a wide O. He was so large. It knocked the air out of your lungs. 

He gave you no time to adjust to him; he pulled all the way out before ramming into you again. Your mouth remained open, eyebrows drawn down into two tight lines. He’d only just started and you were already a quivering mess, his dick stealing your ability to speak. You were ready to start a new religion and worship him as your God. 

He praised - his words broken by breathy groans, “You feel incredible.” 

“You…- eurghhh.” You tried to reciprocate but you couldn’t form a coherent sentence, his thick cock stretched you out too deliciously. 

Grinning at your reaction, he sped up his thrusts with impossible hip strength, using your speechlessness as motivation to drive his cock into you even harder.

You were mewling obscenely, toes curling. It was all so much pleasure. You weren’t sure if your mortal body was capable of experiencing such extreme heights. 

“I’ve only just started and you’re already too cock dumb to speak?” He asked.

A darkness shrouded his irises. It thrilled you, sending another wave of wetness to spill out over his dick. 

You wanted to speak your affirmation or throw him a bratty protestation - you weren’t sure which - but the feeling of his dick pounding into you made it too hard to think of any words. 

“Not even a ‘yes, sir’?” He teased.

“Y-ye-yes, s-s” You tried to stutter out.

He grasped your legs and positioned you so your knees were against your chest and he crawled further on top of you so he could hook his arms beneath your shoulders. He had you in a mating press. 

He continued to pound into you, hitting you deep in your core, smashing against your g-spot. You practically screamed in pleasure, certain that everyone in this wing of the palace heard you. 

“Can’t finish your sentence?” He taunted. 

“S-s-sorry, s-s- arghhhhh.”

Waves of hot pleasure crashed over you with each thrust, so perfectly fast and deep. You would do absolutely anything this man asked of you if it meant you could experience this again. 

“It’s okay, little one, we can work on your sentences another time.”

Another time? There was going to be another time? You had never been happier. 

This position was exhilarating. You were trapped at his mercy, unable to fight him off even if you wanted to. But you were his willing prey. 

“Are you ready to take me?” He asked, pressing kisses against your neck.

You nodded before you even realised what he was talking about. And then it dawned on you. Knotting. You were about to be knotted. You were about to be bonded with him. A small jet of fear released in your abdomen, you weren’t sure if you could handle his knot, if you could stretch wide enough, if your mind was fortified enough to withstand the pleasure. This was all happening so quickly. You were about to be his mate, the general had chosen you. Your sex-drugged brain was too cloudy to process everything but you know one thing for sure, that every fibre of your being screamed with the desire to be his. 

“Ah~! Yes, yes.” You managed to moan out. 

Your enthusiastic consent spurred him on as he rutted into you with increasing power. 

Your heart raced with apprehension but there was something oddly comforting about being caged in by him and feeling his warmth radiate around you like a weighted blanket. Maybe it was your heat-imposed delirium or the fact that you two were fated to be mates, but you trusted him explicitly. 

Then you started to feel it. His tip was growing in size, expanding to fill up the space deep in your vagina. It was electrifying to know that you were trapped with his dick inside of you until he came. You were discovering many surprising things about yourself tonight. 

Your walls fluttered around him. You were so close but you wanted to cum at the same time as him. Biting down on your lip, you tried to hold it in. But your self-control was slipping with how hard he kept smashing your cervix. 

He spoke in between the lovebites he sucked on your neck, “I can’t wait to fill you up. Claim you as mine.” 

The combination of the ministrations of your neck with the savage thrusts against your spongy core was sending you over the edge. You let out some impressive screams as his teeth pressed down hard, keeping your skin in his mouth and growled at the same time. You shivered to think of how you must look decorated in his marks. 

Your hands snaked around to hold onto his back for dear life as you struggled to stave off your orgasm. 

His dick was pushing up into you as far as it could possibly go, his balls pressed tight against your opening. His knot was pulsing inside you, stretching you out more than you thought you could go. Feeling that massive tip thrust against your cervix was sending you cross eyed. 

“Mine, mine, mine.” He chanted. 

His hot breath against your abused neck caused your body to convulse. 

“I’m gonna cum.” He warned.

Your heat had definitely messed with your brain because you were so excited, so ready to be filled with him. 

His thrusts arced larger, his knot straining against your entrance before pushing back up to your cervix again. You clawed marks into his back. A few more thrusts and he burst, releasing hot cords of cum deep inside of you. You clenched around him, wanting to milk everything out of him as you cried in ecstasy. 

It took a few heavy breaths for you to come down from your high and return back to your body. You could feel Kirigan lapping at the wounds he’d made on your neck, trying to soothe your skin. 

His knot was slowly deflating and you took the opportunity to pull his body as close to your own as physically possible. You felt like a euphoric, emotional mess. 

“How was that?” He asked. “I’m sorry if I was too rough.”

You peppered kisses along his cheek, “No, no, that was perfect, Kirigan.” 

“Please, call me Aleksander.”

Your face flushed. Being gifted with his true name felt somehow even more intimate than what you two had just done. 

“Well then, Aleksander,” You spoke his name with a slow cadence, treasuring how it felt in your mouth. “You could afford to be rougher next time.”

His eyebrow raised in surprise and you let out a girlish giggle that surprised you. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said with a stupid grin on his face. For as much as you wanted to see him smiling, you stole his lips into a heated kiss, desperate to show the affection that was bursting out of you. You couldn’t believe your luck. You were General Kirigan’s Aleksander’s mate. The most handsome and most powerful man in all of Ravka was yours for the taking.

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ashes & embers // chapter 3

summary: forced to enter a loveless marriage- built solely upon deceit- you can’t help but wonder if lust is the only thing keeping the flame of your marriage ablaze. As the years slowly pass, you begin to question how long your union will prosper without the presence of love, and what will become of the smoldering spark of desire when it fades away to nothing more than ashes and embers?

pairing: daemon targaryen x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of insecurity, power imbalance, and period typical sexism

word count: 7,343

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“What do you know of the woman from the Vale?”

Fresh beets, berries, currants, and rhubarb sit on a platter, leaking juices that would’ve otherwise stained the oak of the vanity- if not for the tray of silver that separates them. The colors- a chaotic mix of vibrant shades and darkened hues- have swirled together to create a red so dark, it appears almost black, and as Rhaenyra keeps her gaze fixed upon the mess she’s created, she can’t help but notice how the concoction resembles dragon’s blood.

Nimble fingers cease their hold against a crown of silver, and the movements that were once confident now seem hesitant- unsure- at the presence of such a piercing question. In the reflection, the princess notes the discomfort of her lady maid- a firm press of lips coupled with a pinched brow and flushed cheeks- and she watches in silence whilst the abigail considers her reply. A breath passes the girl’s lips, followed by a small huff, but no words fill the silence between them.

Rhaenyra’s eyes flicker between the conflicted face of her confidant and her own, as it stares back at her through the mirror. Eventually, she can’t meet her own gaze. Forcing herself to look away, she closes her eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. Her fingers curl into a fist, pulling the skin at her knuckles taut, whilst a shuddering breath passes her parted lips.

The girl she sees in the mirror haunts her. She is too pale. Her hair is too argent, and her skin is too soft. Features that she adored only a morn prior are the ones she detests the most. For she is too pale, her hair is too argent, and her skin is too soft- in comparison to you and yours. The things that once deemed her the most desirable maiden in all of the seven kingdoms- qualities that were once acknowledged as the epitome of beauty- are now void of such lure. The young girl struggles to find merit in the traits that set the two of you apart.

She mourns what was never hers to mourn.

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Day 7 of #HomeWithTheForce May Challenge: #ThrowbackThursday. Isaac and I had the privilege of meeting Ray Park (Darth Maul) in August of 2018! He was super cordial and funny with fans and even sparred with someone in line before giving his autograph! This was such a fun day. Shout out to Ray Park for staying humble & recognizing the little things he can do as a Star Wars star to make a fans day. 🤓🖤❤️ #geekgirl #starwars #quarantine #stayhomestaysafe #darthmaul #raypark #thephantommenace #soloastarwarsstory #sithholocron #sithapprentice #mnfanfusion (at Minneapolis, Minnesota) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_47LhVnGs0/?igshid=1fpoaht96lv2y

[colombianlove41]

At last we will reveal ourselves to the Jedi. At last we will have revenge. #DarthMaul by @hottoyscollectibles is such a dope figure #sixthscale #onesixthscale #onesixth #starwars #episode1 #thephantommenace #raypark #Zabrak #hottoys #hottoysphotography #HDN #HiDefNinja @sideshowcollectibles @hidefninjaofficial #collectibles #geek #nerd #sithapprentice #sith https://www.instagram.com/p/B_sw-XcFZqP/?igshid=5hh41z1vir2g

[cantwaittomissthatone]

Dark Lady // #⚙ . . . #lumiya #shiraelancollabrie #sithapprentice #tradingcard #starwarslegends #lightwhip #comiccharacter #blastfrompast #old_school_memories #instacyborg https://www.instagram.com/p/B_ItCO2hYlI/?igshid=btocl7h8h08h

[entitled-fangirl]

Stop.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

Summary: the reader is in too much pain during the consummation of their marriage. Cregan is eager to reassure her it's alright to stop.

Warnings: sex, talks of consent.

A/n: based on an ask! This is a short one, but still good!

Masterlist

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"Stop," she whispered. "Cregan… Cregan, stop."

He immediately stopped himself, staring her in the eyes concerned. "Are you alright?"

"Please," she sniffled. "It hurts."

He pulled himself out of her, pulling his small clothes back on. "That's alright, my girl."

She sat up and wiped at her cheeks when she began to cry.

He cooed, "Hey, hey, none of that." He quickly pushed himself next to her and took her chin in his hand and lowered his voice, "There's no need for all that."

She sniffled, "I… I couldn't do it… I'll be… a horrid wife…"

He let out a scoff, "That does not make you a horrid wife, my love. C'mere."

She shuffled herself into his lap, tucking her face into his neck.

He held her close to him, "You're alright, my little wife. Let those tears fall."

…

"No witnesses?" She asked as they walked together, "How will they know we did it?"

He shrugged, "They'll know cause I said so."

She frowned, "I don't think they'll take that as an answer."

He smiled, "My girl, I'm the Wolf of the North. They'll take what I give them."

…

She pulled away from him and wiped her cheeks, "I'm sorry."

He frowned, "Don't be."

"But I…"

He placed a hand over her mouth, "You worry too much. Quiet."

She nodded against his hand. 

One of his fingers caught a stray tear, flicking it away. "Now, let me clean you up. I can't imagine you feel comfortable right now."

He got up, making light work of grabbing a wet cloth and going back to her. 

He was gentle as he wiped up her legs, careful of her sensitive areas. 

When finished, he threw it to the nightstand, not caring when it fell on the ground.

He pulled her to him again, kissing her forehead. "Better?"

"Much."

He relaxed at that. 

"Might we try again?" She asked.

His brows furrowed. "Let's wait a bit, love. How does food and some sleep sound?"

When she noticed he didn't pressure her to continue, she nodded. "I want that very much."

He grinned, giving her a proper kiss on her lips, "Wonderful. I'll send for some. No reason to have my girl out of bed until she's ready."

She smiled and pushed his hair from his face, "I do believe I love you, Cregan Stark."

His grin grew, "And I love you, little wife."

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Cregan Stark taglist: @misswynters, @cosmosnkaz, @sithapprentice, @kaniromi, @lovemesomevesey, @its-jackie-bb, @callsignwidow, @8812-342, @nyxbranwenn, @thorins-queen-of-erebor

[pyroleon15]

#MailCallMonday is here! More #CloneWars and #Mandalorian related stuff came in! Thank you to everyone who spent time and made these happen. Always keeping the #fandom alive 🤘🤘🤘 . #pinmakers #MandoMonday #swag #maker #happymonday #mailcall #lapelpin #tanoalive #ventress #asajjventress #sith #sithadept #apprentice #sithapprentice #tanoalivepins #mandalore #mandalorian #pazvizla #clanvizla #armorer #mandalorianarmorsmith #blacksmith #mandalorianblacksmith #thefoundry #starwars #starwarslife https://www.instagram.com/p/B8ZikczDkFD/?igshid=zmr9xahk7b4y

[moviedmania25]

I'm on my ay home after seeing the final chapter of the #SkywalkerSaga. It seems that our heroine picked up a few new skills to save the galaxy (& a new identity). What the fans wanted, they received. I do know where the complaints of the film are at. Hint: You remember that incredible battle w/ Kylo & Rey vs. the #PraetorianGuards 2 years ago? There's a similar moment near the end of the film weakening some warriors who I thought were fearless, cunning, & great in battle. #RoseTicoDeservedBetter as says @jirehleecosplay yet understood the reason why. Better to not have more fanboy hate towards her. #KMT is in a better mindset now more than in 2017. The many couplings that I'm going to see early 2020 at the conventions are staggering. I want to see more of #LieutenantConnix. Heck, I wish that @praisethelourd WAS a heroine in her own series of adventures. I mean, yes, we have Ms. Ridley, but come on! I want to see her wielding a lightsaber dangit!! #ThrowbackWeekend #StarWars #TheRiseOfSkywalker #SplashingLightsPhotography #SplashingLightsAtNYC #SplashingLightsAtNYCC2017 #NYCC2017 #NewYorkComicCon #SithApprentice #SupremeLeader #KyloRen #BenSolo (at New York Comic Con) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6UP5J0DkK1/?igshid=lw7tobjin2cc

[tomcatfilmsllc]

Sith or Treat! Happy Halloween! . "At last we will reveal ourselves to the Jedi. At last we will have revenge." . . . . . . #starwars #starwarsfan #starwarsuniverse #starwarsrules #starwarscosplay #darthmaul #happyhalloween #halloween #sithlord #sith #sithapprentice (at Paradise Valley, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4TuH9PAsKU/?igshid=1jii2xyd3hzru