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Every word a wound

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem reader (18+).

Warnings: daddy issues, angst.

Synopsis: every time there's something to do you don't help, and that bothers him.

Author's note: hey, I'm watching the second season of The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon and I'm quite enjoying it. I finished the main series a few months ago and since then I was thinking that after I started the blog, I should definitely write something about him, so here it is. I hope you like it!

The reader is of legal age (I will never write for underage readers, only 18 and up).

Minors must not interact (MDNI).

If you want to make any requests, feel free to do so! I will try to accommodate you according to my guidelines.

English is not my native language so I ask you to have a little tolerance :)

The sunset light filters through the branches of the forest, painting the road red as it makes its way through the trees. You’re sitting on the rusty edge of the pickup, knees pulled to your chest and staring into space.

The hood is up and Daryl is leaning over the engine, his hands covered in oil, his brows furrowed and a cigarette between his lips. The sun is beating down hard and a drop of sweat is running down his temple and down his jaw. No sound of walkers, just his heavy breathing and your silence. You don’t speak, you don’t move and you don’t help.

"What the fuck is wrong with you today?" he blurts out, not beating around the bush. You press your lips together. It’s easier this way, it’s safer. "Do you hear me?" he insists, his voice harsher. "If you’re going to just stare at the horizon then let me know, so I don’t waste time checking every two minutes to see if you’re okay."

You turn sharply. "I don’t need you to protect me." He laughs, bitterly. "Are you serious? Your hands shake every time you hold a gun. You're a goddamn mess." The words hit you like a bullet in the ribs, but it's the tone, more than the content, that hurts. That sharp contempt, that way he looks at you... like you're nothing.

He quickly puts out his cigarette and throws it on the ground, then comes closer, his face lined with fatigue and anger. "You know why? Because you keep acting like a little girl looking for attention. What, didn't daddy ever tell you you were good? Is that why you try to get noticed every time? Because no one ever gave you a fucking hug?" You feel yourself breaking. Tears well up in your eyes before you can stop them, hot, humiliating.

"Do you want to move that ass or not?" he growls. You look at him, sobbing. "I-I don't know how to fix a car." He snorts "I didn't ask you to be a mechanic, but you could at least pretend to help me, pass me tools. Get out of your world that you live in whenever there's something that needs doing."

You shrug. "I thought you could handle it on your own... you always do." He laughs hysterically. "Sure, because I'm the only one who has to handle it. Because all you have to do is stand there and have those doe eyes of yours, hoping someone will notice you."

You feel yourself getting whipped. You knew this moment would come sooner or later. "What's wrong with me today?" you ask, tears streaming down your face. "The problem is that whenever things get tough, you shut down. You disappear. You retreat into that fucking abandoned-child silence. You're not the only one who's been through that, okay? You're not the only one who's had a shitty father."

The blow goes straight to the stomach. "Don’t talk about my father," you whisper. "Why not? Did he make you feel invisible? Good job, he did such a good job that now you carry that emptiness around like a crown. Like it’s a reason to be treated with kid gloves, but it’s not." The words stab you one by one.

You stand up suddenly, eyes shining with anger and something worse: shame. "You don’t know anything about me," you shout. "Nothing! And just because I don’t cry in front of you, doesn’t mean I’m not drowning every fucking day."

"Well, you’re so busy playing the victim that you don’t even realize how selfish you’ve become," he spits. You sob again, a sharp, broken sound. You didn’t want to break down in front of him. You didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.

"Asshole," you whisper, shaking. "You could have saved yourself this speech." The silence that follows is deafening. The wind barely stirs the leaves. Crows caw in the distance. Daryl runs a hand over his face, his fingers smeared with oil. He no longer has anger, only remorse.

Something in his eyes changes. A crack. "I'm sorry," he says softly. His voice is hoarse, cracked. "I didn't mean to... What I said wasn't right. You're right, I don't know anything. And I... I'm an asshole when I get angry, I say things I don't mean to."

You look at him, your eyes red. Your chest rises and falls unevenly. He takes a step, then another. He takes your face in his hands, his fingers rough but light. He wipes away the last of your tears with the back of his hand.

"Next time I ask you to do something, do it. You know how easily I get angry and I don't want that to happen again." You stand there, breathing hard, shaking; then you let go. You rest your forehead against his chest and stay still, eyes closed. And he holds you, without speaking.

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Where the cold cannot reach

Pairing: Jon Snow x fem reader (18+).

Warnings: none.

Synopsis: hot bath together.

Author's note: hey guys, it's been a long time since I last updated you but it's been a very stressful time. I've been rewatching the series lately and I had to write something for Jon Snow! I hope you like it!

The reader is of legal age (I will never write for underage readers, only 18 and up).

Minors must not interact (MDNI).

If you want to make any requests, feel free to do so! I will try to accommodate you according to my guidelines.

English is not my native language so I ask you to have a little tolerance :)

The warm water slides over you slowly, silently... like a caress. It's a heat that melts your shoulders, your neck, your thoughts. It steams under the flickering light of the torches and then you hear the footsteps... light, slow. There's no rush, it's him.

Jon enters the tub without saying a word, as if he also respects that silence. The water reaches his chest, the muscles of his back move under his wet skin and you look at him without shame. There's no more of it now. You've already overcome the hard part or maybe it's yet to begin.

His hair is loose, a little wet from the steam and his gaze always seems to think too much and speak too little. He looks at you, he doesn't say anything yet, but you understand... you're the one who broke the ice he carries inside.

He sits next to you and the water sways between you. His legs brush yours, but you don't move away. "I didn't know a place like this existed," he says softly "Me neither" you answered. Your heart is beating fast and your breathing is short. For a while there is only the sound of water dripping from a stalactite.

The orange light of the torches outlines his profile: dark eyes, focused, but less hard than usual. "I thought nothing would ever make me forget the cold of the North," he says, looking at the water. "I was wrong." He lifts his face, meeting yours.

His hand finds you under the water and his fingers search for yours, hesitate for a second, then intertwine. He no longer seems like a commander, or a bastard, or a warrior. Just a man. A man who trusts. You.

"Jon," you whisper, and you don't need to say anything else. He understands, always. The two of you move closer slowly. His breathing mixes with yours. His lips touch yours as if he's afraid of waking you from a dream. But you're awake, more than you've ever been.

It's slow... deep. There's nothing urgent, just need. Calm, inevitable... as if he had been waiting for it for days, or forever. His forehead rests on yours. His fingers explore your skin carefully, with respect. He stops only when his eyes meet yours, seeking your permission. You give it to him with a nod, with a sigh, with another kiss.

No one speaks anymore, there is no need. And there, in the heart of the North, you find a fragment of something fragile but real. Something that no one can take away from you.

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Hello guys, I know it's been a long time since I posted and I'm sorry. I've been really busy these weeks and I was too tired both physically and mentally to do pretty much anything.

As I wrote, I got the book and I have to say it's nothing short of amazing! I'm reading it like crazy. Other than that, I'll post something about Jon Snow (After June 21st because I'm on vacation now) since I'm rewatching the series!

Thanks and bye!

English is not my native language so I ask you to have a little tolerance :)

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The price of silence

Pairing: Thranduil x fem lover reader (18+).

Warnings: manipulative behaviour, angst.

Synopsis: you're tired of your relationship being hidden and so he's trying to make you change your mind.

Author's note: here I am again with a new character! I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, sorry. Ever since I saw The Hobbit a couple of years ago, I couldn't help but think about Thranduil for the following weeks, so here is my first post about him. I hope you like it!

The reader is of legal age (I will never write for underage readers, only 18 and up).

Minors must not interact (MDNI).

If you want to make any requests, feel free to do so! I will try to accommodate you according to my guidelines.

English is not my native language so I ask you to have a little tolerance :)

The room is silent as always, but this time the silence weighs on you. It has become a cage, no longer a refuge. You are there, sitting on that bench with your hands cold and intertwined, while you wait for the sound of his footsteps. You wait, even if every part of you would like to be somewhere else.

When he enters, he does it with that grace that belongs to him, as if the entire world has to stop as he passes. He gives you that half smile that has always worked, he comes closer, and like every evening, he reaches out to your face.

But this time you pull back. It is not anger, it is just pain. He stops, his gesture suspended in the air "What’s happening?" he asks softly but you can’t answer right away. You swallow, but your throat hurts and when you speak, your voice comes out thin, cracked.

"I can’t do it anymore Thranduil" your gaze clouds "To always be hidden. This secret that lives only in these four walls" he watches you, his eyes slightly half-closed, alert like a hunter who has realized that the prey is about to escape. But he doesn’t say anything. Not right away.

Then, when he sees your chin shaking and the first tear rolling down your cheek, he comes closer. Slowly, with the calm of someone who already knows what to do. He lifts your chin with two fingers, and his eyes meet yours. You try to look away, but he won’t let you.

"Don’t cry" he murmurs, his voice is low, sweet, almost hypnotic. "You know I could never do this with anyone else. It’s just you, you always have been" more tears fall faster this time. You try to turn away, but he holds your face in his hands with light force.

"I keep you here because it’s the only place where I can have you without compromising you. Because out there… out there are eyes that would devour you, mouths that would speak, and I don’t want the world to ruin you".

"But you’re ruining me" you whisper, but your voice has no strength left. It’s just a broken moan. He caresses your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb "No, I’m protecting what matters most to me. If only you knew how hard it is for me. To rule, to decide, to defend you… and to love you".

Those last words hit you as always. He says them with a certainty that takes your breath away, even now, even now when you should be stronger. "You believe me, right?" he asks softly, his gaze fixed on yours "Do you know how much you mean to me?"

And you look at him. You look at his eyes that know you all too well, his hands that tremble slightly as they touch you. And despite everything, despite your will, your anger, your pain… you give in. Not with words. But you do it with silence.

With the way you don't move when he holds you. With the way you close your eyes while he kisses your forehead. With the way you lean against his chest, even if inside you feel like you're turning off a part of you.

It's not peace. It's tiredness. And while he holds you tight, you think that maybe tomorrow will be different. That maybe tomorrow you'll have the strength not to give in. But tonight… tonight you're just a tired woman, kept hidden from the world, and embraced by someone who knows exactly how to keep you close without ever letting you go.

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Hello guys, how are you? I wanted to let you know that these last few days I've been busier than usual, especially studying, and so I don't have much time to write (But don't worry, I'll try as soon as I can).

Besides that, for my birthday I'm going to buy the first book of the Game of Thrones saga and I'm so excited! I always thought it was too long to read after watching the tv series but after reading the excerpt on Amazon Kindle, I finished those 100 free pages right away! I can't wait to have it in my hands and read it!

Thanks and see you!

English is not my native language so I ask you to have a little tolerance:)

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Don't cry darling

Pairing: Cregan Stark x young fem reader (18+).

Warnings: angst.

Synopsis: Cregan comforts you after some boys tease you.

Author's note: I always thought Cregan was a very generous man, and if he saw his wife/girlfriend crying, he would immediately worry. I hope you like it!

The reader is of legal age (I will never write for underage readers, only 18 and up).

Minors must not interact (MDNI).

If you want to make any requests, feel free to do so! I will try to accommodate you according to my guidelines.

English is not my native language so I ask you to have a little tolerance :)

Your hands cling to him for comfort, as if letting go would mean you’d collapse entirely. Cregan holds you tightly, but not too tightly. He’s warm, firm, like a father with his daughter. His fur cloak wraps around you as he pulls you against his chest.

"Shh, don’t worry, I’m here" he repeats, and his voice is the deep low tone of a Northern man, but now it’s laced with softness. His thumbs gently wipe away your tears, brushing your hair away from your face.

You can’t answer right away. The lump in your throat tightens more than the words of the boys who have mocked you, who have made you feel out of place, fragile, different. Maybe it’s just because it’s you. You feel even smaller, and he seems so firm, so distant from the pain that consumes you.

"Who were they?" he asks then, with a calmness so intense it makes you shiver. There’s a promise in his question, and you know Cregan well enough to know that he always keeps his promises.

You shake your head against his chest. You don’t want to name names. You don’t want to seem weak but he holds you tighter, almost as if to tell you that there’s no shame in pain.

"They shouldn’t let that happen again" he finally murmurs, and you feel the anger beneath his skin "I swear no one will ever say bad things to you again as long as I’m breathing."

He pulls away a little, enough to see your face. His blue eyes, cold as winter, seem clearer now. He looks at you for a long time, and then adds in a firm voice "Promise me that you’ll always tell me when something happens. You don’t have to go through this alone."

His words surprise you, comfort you, hurt you in a strange way because you’re not used to someone taking your pain upon themselves. You look at him, your eyes still swollen from crying, and for a moment you forget everything else: there’s only him.

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Cregan Stark NSFW alphabet

Pairing: Cregan Stark x fem/wife reader (18+).

Warnings: a lot, I don't like writing them down because I already know I'll forget some.

Author's note: I admit I would have preferred to write this first as an introduction to the character as I imagine him (But things went differently hahah). Thanks for your attention and I hope you like it!

The reader is of legal age (I will never write for underage readers, only 18 and up).

Minors must not interact (MDNI).

If you want to make any requests, feel free to do so! I will try to accommodate you according to my guidelines.

English is not my native language so I ask you to have a little tolerance :)

A = aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I think Cregan is the type to ask you right after if you're okay, I mean he's much bigger than you and most likely when he's about to come he can't control himself and might leave bruises. If that was the case, he would immediately caress the area gently "Why didn't you tell me before?" he would say, looking at you with worried eyes. The next day, before you wake up, he would go ask the maester for a lotion. Aside from that, he would definitely prepare a warm bath for the two of you, just to relax your sore muscles.

B = body parts (Their favorite body parts of theirs and also their partner’s)

Cregan's favorite body parts might be his shoulders and arms. Come on, he's a guy who gets turned on when you grab his shoulders for support or when you can't help but stare at his biceps.

Yours are definitely your eyes and hands. He loves your gaze, lost in love with him, and your hands are so much smaller than his that he could cover them with just one of his (and if they're big, don't worry, he'll love them just as much).

C = cum (Anything to do with cum)

So, I guess he definitely comes inside you almost all the time, although sometimes he prefers to come on your stomach to show you how well disposed he is, just to make you forget about all the other men that have ever crossed your mind.

D = dirty secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

If I'm being honest, I don't know what dirty secret Cregan has. I mean, I'm sure he has one but I don't know what it is. Maybe it could be to fuck you on the barrier, just to make you feel the chill of the cold and the heights as well as the fear of not knowing what's on the other side of the barrier except death.

E = experience (How experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Wow, Cregan is definitely experienced and definitely knows what he's doing. How can a man that powerful not know how to have sex, come on, we're kidding ourselves. And then he has ten children (Ten children, you heard me right!) and I really don't think he's the type to get drunk and have sex when he comes back from a dinner, he has to be careful what he does and he has to be sober every moment he does it with you, to savor you at the best.

F = favorite positions

Cregan's favorite position is missionary, you can't tell me this man doesn't love eye contact while he fucks you. He also loves cowgirl, the way your hips move drives him crazy (He'll let you do it especially when he's tired, which is most of the time given his job). Another position is from behind, he loves to push your head into the mattress while he's practically leaning on you.

G = goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

He's definitely a serious man in bed, sex for him is a serious thing, like a ceremony. Probably a mischievous smile every now and then, looking at you with practically tears in your eyes.

H = hair (How well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

Absolutely yes, I don't think he shaves except for his beard, it keeps him warmer that way, right? and it's the same with you, he doesn't care that much. The hair definitely match the drapes since he has dark hair.

I = intimacy (How are they during the moment?)

I'm sure that during the act, he is very attentive (As I said before). He talks to you and reassures you most of the time, kissing your neck and leaving little hickeys to show all the other men that in the end you are his. He will always ask you if you want or not to do something, to give you the best of pleasure.

J = jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

In my opinion Cregan is not one to masturbate, I mean, he has you! why would he do it if he knows that you will practically always please him.

K = kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink absolutely all his life, he has 10 kids! I mean, how could he not like it. The fact of imagining you with a nice belly drives him crazy.

Size kink it's no joke either, he loves comparing you to himself, noticing how much smaller you are.

L = location (Favorite places)

I think Cregan Stark has only one favorite place, the bedroom. He is a man of honor and I don't think he would want to do it anywhere other than the bedroom. Honor aside, I don't think he even likes the idea of ​​doing it anywhere else except the barrier (Which will most likely remain just a dream). I think he is the type of person who requires a lot of privacy and would prefer to take his time with you.

M = motivations (What turns them on, gets them going)

His motivations for keeping him going and getting him turned on are two: seeing you play with children and the way you treat them, knowing that every man in Winterfell doesn't stand a chance with you.

N = no (Something they wouldn’t do)

What he would definitely never do is force you to do something you don't want to do, he's too good of a man/husband.

O = oral (Preference in giving or receiving)

I think Cregan likes both, but I'd say receiving more. Feeling your mouth around his cock drives him completely crazy but when he does it to you, he loves it too much when you put your hands in his hair and throw your head back in pleasure.

P = pace (Are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Cregan is a guy who usually does it slowly and sensually, giving you pleasure little by little. Sometimes though, when maybe you make him nervous or jealous, he would grab your arm "That's enough" he would say and immediately take you to the bedroom. He would make you understand why you did something wrong and the fact that you should never do it again if you don't want to see this side of him again.

Q = quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often)

As I've said a couple of times, Cregan likes to take his time so he won't do anything hastily.

R = risk (Are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

Cregan wouldn't risk being caught by other people, he doesn't want to lose his dignity so easily (What would the people think if they found out? is the Lord of Winterfell the kind of person who does it wherever he likes? what would they think of his wife? no, no, he would never allow that.)

S = stamina (How many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could last for 2 or 3 rounds, it depends if he is too tired or if he put too much effort in the previous one. Besides that, it also depends on you, how far can you push it? whatever the answer will be, he will satisfy you in some way.

T = toys (Do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Absolutely not, I don't think there were any sex toys back then hahah (If there were, the answer is the same, no. He prefers to please you with his body, no extraneous stuff)

U = unfair (How much they like to tease)

Cregan doesn't look like a guy who teases you, I mean, being Lord of Winterfell and then teasing you makes him look like a child and he doesn't like that. He has to look like a serious man, who just gets annoyed by these little games.

V = volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Cregan could be quite loud during the act. He would let out little moans of pleasure, closing his eyes. Of course, not so loud that other people would hear it... he could never forgive himself for that. He only lets himself go when he is with you so I must say that is a good sign of trust on his part (He doesn't always appear so weak).

W = wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

I think Cregan would love to take you to a hidden place, one that only he knows about. On horseback together, you ride to a small pond with dark water. Under a beautiful weeping willow tree you lie down next to each other and you would talk about anything, read books or he would even let you fight him with a wooden sword (A real sword would be too dangerous for you hahah, he would be more afraid for you than for him).

X = x-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Well come on, we all know that under all that dressing gown there are two powerful shoulders and a beautiful v line (I also imagine a happy trail up to... you get the idea).

Y = yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It depends, there are times when he can't stand talking to other men in the council and listening to the same old complaints from the citizens every single day and so he has to vent some tension... so be prepared when you see him coming into the room with a hand on his neck and a huff. Other times he does it for the pure pleasure of doing it, or he sees it in your eyes when you want him.

Z = zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Right away, as soon as he finishes bathing with you or five minutes after he regains his breathing. He would get comfortable with one hand on your belly, gently massaging the area until his movements stop, then you turn around and see him already snoring deeply (What an old man).

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After a long day

Pairing: Cregan Stark x wife reader (18+).

Warnings: none.

Synopsis: sweet moment before sleep.

Author's note: so, I know I said it would take a while to come out but in these two days I had some time to manage to write this short thought. I hope you like it!

The reader is of legal age (I will never write for underage readers, only 18 and up).

Minors must not interact (MDNI).

If you want to make any requests, feel free to do so! I will try to accommodate you according to my guidelines.

English is not my native language so I ask you to have a little tolerance :)

Under the fur blankets you nestled next to Cregan, resting your small hand on his bare chest. You could feel his heart beating and his body was so warm it made you forget you were in the North, in such a cold place. With your fingers you played with his necklace, huffing.

"What is it my love?" Cregan murmurs, moving a lock of hair from your face and looking at you softly. His voice was like a lullaby, making you close your eyes for a few seconds. "I'm tired" you whisper, stilling the movement of your fingers. All the weight of the day seems to magically vanish when you're with him.

"It's been a hard day, you know?" he caresses your face, before moving his thumb over your lower lip. "I can imagine..." of course he can imagine, what you do can never be on his level; being Lord of Winterfell. His calloused fingers move higher, touching your eyebrow. "You have such beautiful eyes..." he always repeats it to you, whenever he can.

You place your hand on his "I love you" you say as he gets so close that you can feel his breath on your face "I love you too". You lick your lips, feeling the skin become soft and a moment later his lips are on yours.

He pulls away slightly, smiling. "My sweet wife" he murmurs, finding a more comfortable position between the pillows. You lean against him, your head on his chest, his fingers playing with your hair until your eyes close.

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Hello everyone, how are you? I wanted to let you know that I'm new here! (I mean, I've had tumblr for about two years but I've never written anything hahah) so I wanted to start doing something.

As you can see my home page is based on House Stark, actually on Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon in general (But that doesn't mean I don't want to write for other characters too!) and for this reason you can already understand what I want to write about at the moment.

For now, I have some ideas in mind, but I first have to look around to see how to write in a "decent" way if I can say so but mostly manage to make the posts aesthetically nice! later on maybe I'll change the home page too, because I haven't figured out how to add certain things yet!

Most likely my first fanfic will take a while to be ready (I think I'll do some blurbs at the beginning, so nothing too complicated) but I promise I'll put all my effort into it! I'm a bit busy at the moment so I don't have much time, but since summer holidays are coming up soon, I'll be more active.

Thanks for your time and see you!

English is not my native language so I ask you to have a little tolerance :)