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To the Point of Invention

Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: He loved her to the point of invention

Word Count: 2.1k

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Hey Babe, how much longer do you- woah babe. It looks like a bomb went off in here,” Ari says as you turn your head. You are currently holding your eyelid open, an eyeliner pencil in hand. You let it go and laugh softly at Ari’s bewildered expression. 

“Sorry,” You apologize before looking back into the mirror to take a look at your progress. “I’ll make sure to clean up when I’m done,” you say, grabbing your favorite mascara as you lean over the sink to get a good look at your lashes to apply it. 

Ari was right. It did look like a bomb went off in your bathroom. You had recently moved in with Ari, and tonight you guys were going on a date to celebrate. Just about every makeup item in your collection was sprawled across the small sink space. That included powder residue and remnants from other makeup. Ari’s place wasn’t small, but it was also apparent that it was designed by a man. Starting with the small sink space and tiny mirror, you were breaking your back to look into. 

“When you’re done, we can just go and I’ll help you clean it when we get back… All your stuff is here, I feel like there has to be a better way to do this,” he says, still in disbelief as he leans against the doorframe. 

“Well, I had a mirror, but remember that crack we heard when you hit that speed bump? Yeah, that was the mirror. So, now I just have this. A back ache and a hot mess,” You say putting the mascara down and looking for the right lip gloss to finish the look. Ari feels a sudden pang of guilt as he gets closer to you. 

“Well, what about a vanity?” Ari questions as you find the lip gloss in question, apply it, and then put it in the purse you had resting on top of the toilet. “We can go to the store one day and grab one. I will build it and everything,” Ari says. You grab your purse, put it on your shoulder and take Ari’s hand.

“They are like stupid expensive. Like stupidly. So for now breaking my back in the bathroom will do,” You say, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Now c’mon, I’m ready to kick your ass in mini golf,” You smile guiding him out the door.

~

You are about to leave work and head home when you get a text from Ari, 

“Don’t come through the garage when you get home. I’m working on a project and there is wood flying everywhere,”

This wasn’t a particularly odd text from Ari. Whenever he got started on something he liked to keep you out of the garage. It was loud, the tools he used were dangerous, and he didn’t want either of you getting hurt.

When you got home, you followed the noise to the garage to check up on Ari. You opened the door and watched briefly as Ari sawed through pieces of wood. He could feel your eyes on him, looking up and giving you a wave. He didn’t mean to be dismissive, but you took that as a sign he was in the zone. You waved back and decided to leave him alone. 

When dinner came around, you could still hear tools in the garage. You kept it simple for dinner, making chicken and pasta. You made Ari a plate and brought it to him in the garage. When you walked in, Ari looked up, smiling when he saw you. He took his safety glasses off, as well as the headphones he had on. Ari looked up, taking his safety glasses off, “Hey baby, what’s up?” He asks, turning the drill off. You took a glance at the mess of pieces that decorated the garage floor. You learned early on not to try to guess what he was building until it was done.

“Dinner. I could tell you were in the zone earlier, so I didn’t want to bother you. I also didn’t want you to forget to eat, so I brought you a plate,” You say, placing he plate on top of his toolbox. You wrap your arms around his neck and press a quick kiss to his lips. Ari allows his hands to drop to your hips and gives them a squeeze.

“You are the best, you know that?” Ari says, making you smile.

“Yeah, I know, but I could definitely hear it again,” You say, making him smile now as he kisses you again. “I will leave you to it. Any clues as to what you are up to?” You question, looking around again. 

“Nuh uh, it’s a surprise,” He tells you, making you roll your eyes. 

“Whatever. Don’t stay up too late, I’ll be waiting for you,” You say, kissing him one more time before going back into the house. 

A couple of days later, you receive another text from Ari before you leave work,

“When you get home, don’t come inside. Text me when you're at the front door.” 

You laugh softly while you read it. Your mind could not even guess what your man could possibly be up to. Nonetheless, you entertain him, and when you get home you stop at the front door to text him. The door opens quickly, taking you by surprise. “I’m gonna put a blindfold on you,” Ari says, revealing the silk cloth he held in his hand. You raise your eyebrow and look at him skpetically which causes him to roll his eyes. “Just trust me y/n,” He urges stepping out to wrap the blindfold around your eyes. He takes one of your hands and places his own on the small of your back as he guides you in the house. Closing the door along the way, Ari leads you through the house.  

“I hope this isn’t your idea of some new foreplay. I’m more nervous than turned on,” You say, making Ari laugh as he helps you up the stairs. 

“Trust me baby, if I wanted you turned on, you would be. That is saved for tonight’s plans,” He replys, and it is your turn to laugh. You hear Ari open what you presume is your bedroom door, ushering you in. “Okay, I’m gonna take the blind fold off,” Ari tells you, untying and taking the material off. You blink a couple times, adjusting your eyes to the light as you take in your room. Everything looks the same until your eyes land on a vanity towards the window. 

“No fucking way. Ari. You bought this for me?” You ask, turning to look at him, a huge smile overtaking your face. 

“Bought no. I made it. This is what I was working on,” He says, making you gasp.

“You are the best!” You yell jumping into his arms out of excitement. It takes Ari by surprise but he catches you easily laughing. 

“Alright, alright. Let’s go look at it. See if you like it first before you go jumping on me,” He says, making you giggle. You kiss his cheek and jump out of his arms to go check out your new vanity. 

You sit down in the upholstered chair. The backing went up right below your shoulder blades which was perfect. “I know you are good with the wood but when did you get into upholstery?” You ask, looking at Ari as he walks over. 

“I bough it and just attached it to the pieces I created. And I bought the bottom as well because I wanted it to be metal so it was as sturdy as possible,” He explains. You nod  your head as your hand runs across the wood. It has a clear coat which allows you to appreciate the naturally light color of the wood, as well as the intricate wood work that Ari did. You notice your initials are written in cursive at the corner which makes you smile. 

There is a large mirror in the middle and you notice the button towards the bottom. You hit it and flinch just slightly at how bright it is which makes Ari smile. 

“As you see it has three different settings for the light modes. I also know you love natural light, so that’s why I put it next to the window. So, it could always be an option for you,” He says. “Oh and I added these,” Ari says reaching behind the mirror to flip over a smaller mirror. You notice quickly how magnified it is because you count just about every one of your eyelashes. “So when you do your eyes, you don’t have to lean over and hurt your back. Or poke yourself. I kept messing this up because, at first I set it up with myself sitting in the chair instead of you,” He smiles while expanding it to you. A never-ending smile has taken over your face as your heart swells with how much thought and consideration Ari put into this. 

You continue to look explore your new gift. When you notice the drawers, you move your seat back so you can see how big they were. For the second time that night your jaw drops. Ari has already organized your makeup and placed it all in the drawers. They are in various containers depending on their shape, and organized by what looks like where they go on your face. Eyes and lips are in drawer, your face products are in another, he even took the time to put your skincare and makeup remover in its own drawer.  As you explore, you notice there are new products in your collection.

“I went to the store with some of the stuff I see you use a lot and asked them for help getting you some new stuff. Then I figured it only made sense I put all of your makeup in here for you. You can’t give someone a wallet with no money in it right? I’m sure you noticed, but they are organized by where they go on your face. Some of of them I did have to Google,” He says scratching the back of his neck. Your sudden silence has him questioning if somewhere along the way he made a mistake. “But all the containers are removable, so if you wanna change where something is you totally can. I just did what made sense in my head,” Ari adds on biting his lip as he attempts to read your face, trying to gauge how you are feeling. You did a spin in the chair before turning to look at him. 

“Ari, even the chair is comfortable. I cannot believe you did all of this. For me nonetheless,” You say, laughing in pure disbelief.

“So you like it?” He asks, his palms suddenly clammy.

“Like it? I fucking love it!” You yell popping up like a rocket and once again jumping in Ari’s arms. He laughs, and it serves to release all the nervous energy he had suddenly built up. He places his hands on your butt to support you, while you wrapped your arms around his neck. “This is so much better than anything I would have bought in the store. You customized it to me, and poured your heart into this. Ari it is perfect. It is thee most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given to me,” You confess. Before he can respond, you crash your lips against his in a passionate kiss.

“I’m glad you like it babygirl. And if any of the stuff I bought isn’t good or you don’t like it, I kept the receipt so-” you shut him up with another kiss, 

“I love it Ari. Everything is perfect,” You say, starting to play with the hair at the base of his neck. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes before you decide to break the silence by whispering in his ear, “But I’m sure I could show you my appreciation, much better than could I tell you,”.

“Oh yea?” Ari asks as his eyebrows shoot up, and he begins to walk backwards toward the bed. 

“Oh yea. And it’ll probably take all night,” You say, looking at him and he’s smirking now. 

“I expected nothing less,” He adds. Once he gets to the bed he falls down, keeping you on top of him, straddling his lap. “And I’m really, really appreciative,” you whisper one more time before crashing your lips against his.

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Bake Shop

CEO!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky presents you with a crazy idea. And you just might be crazy enough to buy into it.

Word Count: 1.6k

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Hey Hun I’m just about to head out. What are you doing?” Bucky asks on his way out. You knew he had to be in office for a couple of hours today because of some meetings. 

“Oh perfect! Buck, come here real quick. Taste this,” You say, holding a spoonful of frosting up for Bucky to take from. He takes it from you and tastes it. “You know the girls are coming over tomorrow night and I wanted to try this new cupcake recipe,” You say, gauging his reaction. 

“Well, it doesn’t taste nearly as good you,” Bucky starts making you roll your eyes and smile, “But this is delicious. I didn’t think you could possibly upgrade an already perfect recipe,” He says licking whatever is left off the plastic spoon. 

“Thank you, baby. I’m glad you like it. I’ll make sure to save one for you,” You say, going back to the batter before you start pouring it into the cupcake containers. 

“Thank you babe,” Bucky says, kissing your temple. “These are so damn good you could make a business out of this for sure. Have you ever thought about that?” Bucky questions as you shake your head no and laugh softly.

“Oh god no. Just a hobby, something to keep my hands busy,” You say and he smiles

“Well, I gotta run baby. I will see you later, love you,” He says giving you one more kiss

~

It’s been a month since that conversation with Bucky, but you could not stop thinking about it. There was the possibility that you could make a business out of this. You had been baking for as long as you could remember, but it had always been a hobby. A neat party trick or something to do to make the time pass. You were passionate about it, but passion wasn’t always enough to make a successful enterprise. You also knew you were a good baker, but what if you were only a good home baker. And your skills wouldn’t transfer in the business sense. Your boyfriend, friends, and family always complimented you, but what if they were just blowing smoke up your ass? Running a business was a beast of its own, let alone making it a successful one. You knew Bucky would make it happen regardless of how talented you were, but you didn’t want a handout for this. You wanted to put some elbow grease in of your own, do your own research, and see if you were really up for this. 

You spent the last month baking obsessively. Trying new desserts and recipes all the time. “Babe, if you don’t stop, you are going to have to roll me to get me around,” Bucky liked to tell you. And while you appreciated it, you knew you needed a non-biased opinion. 

So, you picked a day you knew Bucky would be in the office from sun up to sun down. You bought a one-day booth at the flea market they had in downtown. You didn’t have an elaborate set up. Some cupcakes, a few loafs of bread, and a couple cakes. This is where your idea would either sink or swim and you could not begin to describe how nervous you were. You thought you were going to burst into tears every minute that went by without a customer. Every person you watched walk by your booth without so much as a second glance. Then, an hour in you got your first customer. From there it was smooth sailing. You were sold out by the end of lunch. You left the flea market with enough confidence to finally pitch your idea to Bucky. 

A couple of days later Bucky was working from home. You took a deep breath before knocking on his office doors. 

“Come in Doll. I’m just about done in here,” Bucky says. You open the door, walking in, and can’t help but nervously gnaw at your bottom lip. Bucky picks up on your nervous tell immediately. As well as the folder you have held impossibly close to your chest. Bucky raises an eyebrow as he looks at you, “What’s up Doll? Everything alright?” He asks, leaning back in his chair and opening his legs-a silent invitation to sit on his lap. You abide by his request, sitting on his thigh as you put the folder down before him. 

“This idea might be as crazy as it is dumb or stupid, but I do go out and test it which went quite well. And listen, I know this whole business world is entirely your forte, and I am so out of my depth. Like so out of my depth-” Before you could spiral any further out of control, Bucky placed a comforting hand on your back. Using his thumb to massage small circles along your spine, which began to calm you down.

“Oh, sweet girl, nothing that happens in that beautiful mind is crazy, dumb, or stupid. Take a deep breath and tell me what you got,” He reassures you. You look into his beautiful blue eyes, which have an easy way of bringing you comfort. You take another deep breath before continuing again,

“Well, I don’t know if you remember but a month ago when I was making those cupcakes for girls' night. And you said I could make a business out of it. I laughed it off, but it really got me thinking,” You say as Bucky opens the folder and begins to look through your carefully organized papers. “As you can see, I’ve done a lot of research about this. Yesterday I actually went to the flea market downtown. I bought a booth for the day, and I sold really well. Like really well, Buck, I sold out,” You say, smiling at the thought. When Bucky looks at you again, he can’t help the smile that overtakes his face. He’s never seen you as passionate and excited about something the way you are right now. “The research is cause I wanted to make sure this wasn’t a completely unprofitable business venture for you. I knew you were gonna say yes regardless, but I didn’t want this just because you could give it to me. I wanted to earn it if that makes sense,” You say, wringing your hands together nervously as Bucky stays silent. You try to read his expression and get a hint of what he is thinking, but he keeps his face stoic. 

“Done,” Bucky says, closing the folder containing your neatly stapled papers “What?” You question. You watch as Bucky pulls out his phone.

“It’s done. I have a guy in commercial real estate. I’m gonna have him get some properties together for us to look at, and I’m going to clear my calendar tomorrow so we can make it happen.” He says, “And if we can’t find anything, I can have something built from the ground up. A custom building just for you,” Bucky says nonchalantly as he fires off a quick text. You are stunned. You knew Bucky loved you in ways that he could never put into words, and that he would have found a way to make this happen for you. But this was his business, his livelihood. If this went bad in any way, who knew how it could harm Bucky’s professional career. 

“Wow, Buck- I… are you sure about this? I know I did a lot of research, but you didn’t even look through the whole folder.” You say still in disbelief.

“Trust me, I will baby. I cannot express how proud of you I am. From what I saw your research is extensive. I wish clients came to me with this much thought,” He tells you, making you smile. “And don’t think I’m saying this just cause you’re my girl. You could have come to me with just a thinkpiece, and yea I would have made it happen for you sweet girl. However, I can tell you did your due diligence and put a lot of work into this idea. It is a good idea, as a first-hand consumer of your product, I can personally attest to how good it is. And I’ve never seen you this excited about something. That right there is enough for me,” He says. You feel hot tears run down your face. The emotions of the moment, and the past month, start to hit you all at once. As a result of the tears, you begin to sniffle, using your hands to wipe your face quickly. 

“These are happy tears Buck. I just cannot believe it. Everything is hitting me at once and I am in shock. Happy isn’t even the right word, but what if it fails?” You ask. Bucky aids in wiping the tears from your face, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek,

“It won’t. Because there will be an intelligent, beautiful woman calling the shots the entire time while her lowly boyfriend ensures she has everything she needs,” He explains, making you smile. “In business, you gotta be willing to take risks. For you, baby, I’d be willing to risk it all,” Bucky professes, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. You pull away slightly to look at him. Once again, you can’t help the smile that takes over your face. 

“You know you are ridiculous, right?” You tell Bucky, and he doesn’t stop grinning at you

“Absolutely.”

“And just the slightest bit corny,” You add

“But of course,” He retorts, making you roll your eyes playfully and kiss him again. Your hand makes its way to the back of his head to hold him close. Before it can get any further, you two are interrupted by the sound of his phone. He pulls away from you breathlessly to take a look, 

“And would you look at that. Our first walkthrough is at 11 am tomorrow.”

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Life After Death

A/N: Going through the archives, trying to clear some things out and found this gem. Circa, November 2019. I very obviously had to revamp it, but I really like the idea so here it is. Divider by @cafekitsune

Summary: Tony's death has left a hole in your heart you aren't sure will ever be repaired

Warnings: Angsty. Slight Peter x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Death sucks. And that’s putting it lightly. Doesn’t care who you are, how old you happen to be, what you did or didn’t do with your life, if anyone in the world cares about you. It just takes. Maybe Death is greedy? The way it takes so much from people, and not just their physical body. Death removes their personality, their laugh, their brain, their soul from the earth. Leaving a crater behind for all those left to fill up. Death fucking sucks. 

The tower has been quiet for months. There were no more explosions or loud crashes of experiments gone wrong. No more of the occasional yelling of Pepper or y/n. It was as if the life had been sucked out of Avengers tower. And in some ways it had. If anyone had to pinpoint the person dealing with this grief the worse, it would be you. And you had every right to. Who the fuck was he to sacrifice himself for mankind. You don’t care that it brought everyone back, and you don’t care how selfish it sounded. He was your dad! Not Tony Stark, not Iron Man, he was your dad! In the six months since the incident, you have effectively isolated yourself from everyone, including Peter. Basic tasks like sleeping and eating had become challenging because every time you closed your eyes all you saw was your dad. Heard his voice, his laugh, felt his arms around you. Anytime you allowed yourself to eat you felt guilty, who gave you the right to eat when he would never experience another meal again? What kind of daughter were you to move on while he remained frozen in time?

When you asked to move to Avengers Tower for the foreseeable future Pepper didn’t put up much of a fight. She understood the constant, suffocating, reminders of Tony spread throughout the house. Pepper was one of the few people who understood how deeply your grief ran, and thought maybe the change of scenary would be good for you. With what was left of the Avengers you would at the very least be in safe hands. She visited you nearly every day, even if most of the time was spent talking at you while your gaze revealed you were far, far, away. Everyone tried not to push you too hard, understanding how the loss of Tony, Nat, and Steve was weighing on you. Each of them was at the same time trying to navigate their own grief. 

For the last six months, there have been boxes of your things everywhere that you had brought over from home. You couldn’t bring yourself to unpack or to care that you hadn’t unpacked yet. One random morning, a feeling you couldn’t exactly pinpoint, came over you when your eyes landed on one of the boxes. Your typical shuffle from the bathroom back to bed was suddenly paused as you tilted your head analyzing the box. There wasn’t anything special about it, it was not even labeled to give you any hint as to what was inside. The nagging feeling would not go away, so you decided to stop fighting, and go over and open it. You approached slowly, like maybe if you went at it too fast, it would somehow jump and attack you. Easily breaking the tape, you sorted through the styrofoam peanuts finding various items from your childhood. You don’t know how this box ended up here but it contained old soccer trophies, a few plushies, and old makeup you used to play around in. The nostalgia of the items almost brought a smile to your face as you remembered the old times, the simpler ones. What you brought up next wiped any traces of a smile from your face as you crumpled to the floor in a heap of tears. It was a photo of you and your dad on your first day of school and as if it happened yesterday, the memories came flooding back to you. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” you yelled jumping up and down on the bed with all your might. Tony laid there exhausted after another long night of doing god knows what. “Daddy, it is my first day of school!” you smiled getting in his face, the clothes you had laid out the night before already on. Your smile was mostly gums and missing teeth as Tony opened his eyes and smiled back at you. 

“It is sweetheart. How about you go make sure your book bag is packed, I’ll make you some cereal, and pack your lunch,” He said booping your nose and making you giggle. 

“Kk Daddy,” You said kissing his cheek before jumping off the bed and running as fast as your little legs would allow back to your room. Tony sat up slowly rubbing his hands over his face as he struggled to stay up. Despite what the media said or how the public perceived him, Tony vowed he would be a better father to you than his dad was to him. That included full-time dad duty. He only ever used a sitter if there was a meeting or event he couldn’t get out of. Pepper was around by this point, but nowhere in her contract did he expect her help with childcare, let alone that of one that was not hers.

After a few more moments Tony willed himself out of bed and began to throw some clothes on. When that was done he headed to the kitchen to begin packing your lunch. He kept it easy for the first day (and that was really all he knew how to do) as he put a peanut butter jelly, fruit snacks, applesauce, and a chocolate chip cookie in your lunchbox. “Come on Y/n! You need to eat breakfast before we go!” Tony yells as you come running. 

“All ready Daddy!” You say turning around to show off your Barbie book bag. 

“That is wonderful my dear. Now come before your cereal gets soggy” Tony says picking you up to bring you to sit and eat at the counter. 

On your way to school, you couldn’t help but tell your Dad and Happy how excited you were to finally start school and make a whole bunch of new friends. Tony silently thanked Happy as he was the one mostly carrying the conversation that morning. Once you arrived at school, Tony held your hand to help you out of the car. You began to take in your surroundings and the more you did, the more nervous tremors raked through your body. You started to suddenly squeeze his hand as the gravity of the situation finally dawned on you. The school was so much bigger than you had thought, and there were so many more kids than you were expecting. 

“Daddy… I don’t think I’m excited anymore… Actually I think we should go back home,” You said trying to push him back in the car. In hindsight, you could see how a man running on most likely two hours of sleep would be at his breaking point by now, but your dad was always patient with you. Tony got down on one knee to push a stray hair away from your face and look you in the eye. His were filled with exhaustion, but looking at you was like a breath of fresh air,

“I know it’s scary sweetheart. But you’re a Stark. What do we always say? That Starks are the smartest person in the room. How will everyone know that if you stay here with me? You gotta go and show all those teachers and kids in your class how smart daddy knows you are. I promise I’ll be standing right here when school is over and you can tell me all about your day, over a cone of ice cream,” He says looking at you as your eyes light up. 

“A cone?!” You ask in disbelief. He never lets you get that 

“Yup a cone,” He says “But only if you go to school today, be on your best behavior, and show them why Starks run the world,” He says as you nod your head vigorously, the excitement of this morning coming back. “C'mon let Happy take a photo of us before I walk you in,” He says picking you up as Happy wipes tears from his face while pulling out his phone to take a photo of you two. 

And just as he promised. When it was time for your class to be walked out at the end of the day, he was standing right there waiting for you, and the two of you went to get ice cream (in cones) while you told him about all the friends you made. 

~

Bucky and Peter walked together in silence as they made their way downstairs for movie night. What was once a time of laughter and friendly arguing had turned into a sullen tradition maintained in an attempt to bring everyone back together. No one person facilitated it, it was as if something in our lives had to go back to normal, to be consistent the way it had before everyone disappeared. Peter stopped as he typically did at your door and looked at it longingly. He didn’t know when the last time he saw you was except for fleeting moments when you smuggled food or water from the kitchen. Before he was blipped, he wouldn’t say you two were something serious, but he’d like to think it may have been going somewhere. Five years later, he comes back, and you haven’t spoken to him since the funeral. He knows you are dealing with a lot, but he wishes you would let him in. Let him help in whatever way you needed. Bucky squeezed his shoulder hoping it was reassuring, 

“You miss her?” He asks

“All the time,” Peters says sadly his eyes never leaving your door

“Go get her kid,” Bucky says as Peter looks at him and then shakes his head

“I can’t. She’s going through so much and what if-” Peter starts before Bucky can cut him off 

“Please take my word when I say this, it seems as if at every turn in my life I’ve waited too long. If what happened to us these last six months, even these last five years, is any indication it is not to wait. We are all each other has, and I’m sure she needs you just as much as you need her,” He says squeezing Peter’s shoulder one more time before continuing his trip to the elevator leaving Peter alone. 

Peter stands there for a moment longer second-guessing both his decision and Bucky’s advice. Before he could talk himself out of it any further Peter gets close enough to softly knock at your door. “Hey y/n it’s Pete. I wanna come in if that okay” He calls out. For a minute there is no sound, either you are sleeping or ignoring him. He stands there for a minute longer before deciding to leave you alone. He doesn’t get far before he hears your broken voice weakly yell, 

“Come in,” Peter comes back opening the door slowly and peeking his head. 

“Y/n,” He says softly looking around. He spots you on the floor trying to hide the fact that you were crying and shuts the door behind himself. He walks over and pulls you tightly into his chest “I got you y/n, I got you” He whispers and you allow the floodgates to reopen. You cling tightly to Peter as if when you let go he would disappear. 

Peter lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he feels you return his embrace. He rocks the two of you side to side while soothingly rubbing your back. If he had the ability to take even a fraction of your pain away and add it to his own he would. Peter knew you needed this time and the space to deal with everything you were going through, but he would never deny how deeply he missed you.

“Why did this have to happen to me Pete?! What did I do to deserve this?!” You sobbed into his chest hitting it softly. You knew Peter didn’t have the answer to your questions, and it was unfair to put him in this position, but you needed somewhere for these emotions to go. “First my mother abandons me, then I lose one of my closest friends and dad in one go. And then I lose Steve for the second time. Does the universe have something against me?! Did I do something wrong?!” You sob. Peter could do nothing but try to soothe you, 

“You did nothing wrong y/n. That I can promise you. I don’t have the answers to your questions, but you have to believe me when I say you are a good person y/n. An amazing one who doesn’t deserve even half of the cards dealt to you. All this hurt you are feeling, it doesn’t go away, not in the way you hope. But you have to trust me when I say, it grows into something beautiful. It won’t feel like someone ripping your heart out, but instead you start to remember all the good things. The happy things, the reasons you loved them in the first place. And until that happens, I’m gonna be right here y/n. You hear me? You’re not gonna do this alone anymore. I got you from now on” Peter says kissing the top of your head tenderly and letting you cry in his arms

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Hello my whor3s,

I appreciate your concern/checking up on me truly means the world. Yes, I am doing okay. Outside of my tumblr world I am not just a college student but also an athlete and right now I'm in season so that takes up a lot of my time. That is why I haven't updated, but the season/school year is coming to an end. I have a full summer with an internship/summer classes but I will still have more time on my hands to hopefully update. I've been inspired as of late to write more bucky/avengers stuff so may shift my theme. I will try to put something out for you guys hopefully soon, but again I appreciate you sm for checking on me. Please feel free to send asks about any character still and I will do my best to get around to it! Other than being slightly stressed I'm doing okay though :)

[afictionalwhor3]

Found Family

a/n: I know this isn't hotd related but I've had this idea since finals started and had to get it out of my head.

Summary: Maybe you and Peter can help each other heal

Warnings: domestic abuse, suggested sa (not described), past trauma, suggested eating disorder, angst

Word Count: 3.9k

Post No Way Home Peter Parker x Reader

"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit at this table with you? I'll sit at the other end and I promise I won't bother you," You ask gently. Peter looks at you taking one of his headphones out and nodding his head.

"Oh uh yeah go ahead. No problem" He says smiling politely and you nod appreciatively. You sit down at the other end of the medium-sized wood table. You proceed to place your bookbag next to you while taking out your notebook and laptop. Peter takes one more quick glance at you before going back to the work in front of him.  

After Peter passed his GED test, he decided to start taking college classes. It was nothing crazy, a couple classes, a few credits, but he knew he owed it to everyone no longer here to pursue a college degree. The workload allowed him plenty of time to be Spiderman while giving him some semblance of what a normal life feels like again. Which was one of the reasons he came to the library. The apartment was often too quiet. Not for the lack of his neighbors trying. The people down the hall had an affinity for rock music, and the people above him… they liked to get it on you could say. He could block that sound out, but when he looked around his apartment it was a painful reminder of how alone he was. The few pictures he found of himself with May, MJ, and Ned he got framed and lived on his dresser. They brought him both pain and happiness every time his eyes landed on them. Peter loved them all as much as person could love someone else, but they were also a painful indicator of a life lost. The library was quiet, but the people that came in and out constantly alleviated a little of that lonely feeling. And the table he was currenly at had become his favorite. Peter did not have much these days so a table had become his favorite. The light directly above was bright, but not blinding compared to the naturally low lighting in the building. It was right next to a window with a beautiful view of outside, and he could see a good amount of entrances and exits.  

These were all the same reasons you loved this table. You had sat at others before and found you could not be as productive at those. You understood how odd it was to ask to share a table with someone when there were at least fifty free tables on this floor alone. But, you had a paper due in afew hours and you needed to be your most productive self. You too were taking classes at university and appreciated the quiet calm of the library. Life back where you were from was anything but stable, so the places you found serenity in you tended to cling tightly too. 

You and Peter went about your lives like this for a few months. You didn’t always run into each other, but when you did it was nothing more than a tight-lipped, polite smile before you both went back to whatever you were working on. You both were nothing more than a blip on each other’s radar. Peter began to pay closer attention to you when one day his gaze drifted to you while you were deep in thought as you wrote furiously in your notebook. It was December in New York so naturally the heat in the library was blasting making it hotter than usual. With the sleeves of your sweater pushed up he noticed bruising on your forearms. He didn’t think too much about it, choosing instead to mind his business. For the next couple of weeks there were no more signs of bruising so he figured you must of got in an accident of some sorts. 

But then the next time he saw you there were some serious bruises around your neck and collarbone. He brushed it off as being nothing more than a few extreme love bites not wnating to get involved in anything that didn’t concern him. He told himself he would focus on classes and being Spiderman, not getting distracted by anything else. However, he knew he had to do something when the next time he saw you there was bruising around your eye. He could tell you attempted to cover it with makeup, but he knew more than anyone what a bruise looked like. Peter knew he needed to do something, but he couldn’t exactly Spiderman his way into this situation. Obviously something was going on, but Peter had no idea how to approach this. He could web sling and fight bad guys all day, but helping someone as Peter? He didn’t know it that was possible. While he thought over a plan your bruises only got worse. You would slip up and scratch your arm or adjust your collar and he saw them, bright as day from his perspective. God only knew how many more you had that he couldn’t see. It was breaking his heart and he knew he had do something sooner rather than later. If everything he had to do wasn’t hard enough, you were running into each other significantly less. 

A month since he first picked up on what was going on, Peter saw you again. This time when you sat down Peter took out his headphones. You were immediately concerned thinking he was going to change his mind when he extended an outstretched hand towards you,

“I’m Peter,” He said with a genuine smile. You looked at him suspiciously before putting your hand in his. 

“Y/N, nice to meet you,” You say shaking his hand pulling away after a few seconds. You both could feel the awkward tension growing between you before Peter broke the silence, 

“Sorry I don’t mean to disturb you I just realized we’ve been sitting together all these months and I didn’t even know your name,” He says chuckling a little which makes you smile. 

“Oh yeah, I guess that is kind of nuts. Well nice to meet you Peter, and thank you for letting me sit here. This is gonna sound odd but this is my favorite table,” You say and Peter’s smile gets bigger. 

“Mine too! I-” He starts before getting a few shushes at how loud he got “Sorry. I like it too because I can see all entrances and exits and the view is so nice.” He says and you nod your head quickly in agreeance. 

“Wow- I actually feel the same way,” you say shocked you both were the same type of weird. 

“Well, I’ll let you get back to work. But it was great to finally get your name,” He says as you nod. 

“You as well,” You say opening your laptop and putting your headphones in. That was the last time Peter saw you. 

~2 months later~

It was the middle of March as Peter stood at the top of building looking over the city. Winter refused to let New York out of its crushing grip, a cold chill remaining in the air. Peter replayed that day between you a million times over in his head. He didn’t ask about the bruises he saw because maybe at that time you just needed a friend. He could build your trust and maybe you’d come to him about what was happening. But he never saw you again. The next two weeks he went to the library everyday for hours on end hoping to see you, but you never came. He only hoped that you were out there somewhere okay. You would live in conscious for a very long time. A symbol of one of his many regrets. He takes a deep breath before free falling off the building catching himself with his web as he begins his nightly patrol. 

Moving around steahily his enhanced hearing picked up yelling, there was always yelling in New York. Ready to continue his patrol and not think twice about until he heard “God damnit Y/n!”. There was a million and one chance someone else had your name, but he had to go check. 

“I’m so sorry Jack I promise I’m trying to be better” You plead before feeling a burning sting to your cheek. Before you had a chance to process that the punch to your gut sent you reeling into the glass coffee table. The air left your lungs as you landed feeling the now broken glass did into you . 

“You stupid bitch. I go out there and bust my balls and come home to bullshit every night. The place is a fucking mess,” kick “your food sucks,” kick “And I swear every time I come back your fatter” another kick. There was no point in fighting the tears that streamed down your face. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly where the pain was because everything hurt. Every kick hit a place that was already bruised already elevating the pain. 

This latest fight had been going on for an hour since he got home. You’ve been in this situation for four months. As pathetic as it sounded, he was all you had. You began dating at the beginning of the semester. You moved across the country for school, but you werne’t leaving much behind. You didn’t have any friends, no family. You ran into Jack one day in the street. He bumped into you and made you spill coffee all over yourself. He apologized so sincerely, and offered to buy you a new one to make it up. When it came to sweeping you off your feet he did everything right. Romantic dates, the perfect gentleman, devilishly attractive. You began dating and moved in with him quickly because his apartment was nicer than the dump you lived in. That was when he first started hitting you. 

It didn’t happen often at first. Maybe if you raised your voice or forgot to pick up something. But he always promised it was the last time. He cried and apologized and begged you to forgive him and you always did. Because in truth, you needed him a lot more than he needed you. Then as time went on everything you did was not good enough in his eye. You didn’t clean well enough, you were too big, even the way you breathed. The first time he broke your rib he told you it was because you were breathing too heavy after going out on a walk together and he’d give you a real reason to have trouble breathing. You had lost about thirty pounds in the last few months both from him restricting your food and yourself.

The library was the last safe space you had. That day Peter talked to you, oh Peter you missed him so much. That day he talked to you, it felt so good to talk to another human being. He seemed nice and genuinely interested in possibly being your friend? You were sitting with each other for so long it would make sense. But you didn’t know Jack followed you to the library that day becoming suspicious of how much time you spent there. When you got back he was furious assuming you were cheating on him. He didn’t give you time to explain yourself and got right to hitting you as soon as you closed the door. You blacked out that night waking up on the floor by the door. 

The rational part of your brain knew you deserved more than this. You didn’t have or deserve to be treated like this. But what if what he said was true? What if you really were unlovable? Beyond fixing? Maybe he really was your best option. Or what if he went back to the way he first was? Loving and attentive, but would all this pain be worth it. When Peter first talked to you you thought about telling him everything. Which is a terrible weight to dump on a stranger, and he seemed so nice. Kind in a way you haven’t experienced in a long time. You decided quickly this was not his problem, there was no reason to burden his life as well. After that incident Jack told you if you ever told anyone he would kill you first and then them. You didn’t want to put Peter in harm’s way which is why you stopped going to the library all together. You thought about him often, and hoped he was out there somewhere doing better than you. 

“I’m sorry Jack. Please just give me another chance. I can be better. I’ll do better for you,” You whimper your body trembling in fear. The anticipation of what he was going to do to you was almost worse than the abuse. When he got like this he was entirely unpredictable which was an entirely different monster. 

“No you dumb bitch.” He says taking his belt off and getting on the ground “You never fucking learn and you never will huh? Well since I can’t teach you I will just have to make sure you never fuck up again,” He says as you start immediately shaking your head and fighting back. He manuevers around your flailing legs and arms landing a few blows to your side and one to your head leaving you defenseless before wrapping his hands around your throat. You shake your head and scratch at his hands trying to get him to stop. You begged and pleaded to any god that existed to help. You weren’t ready to go, you knew you weren’t. Just as your vision started to go black you felt the pressure go away and watching through one good eye as Jack was thrown against a wall. Was that Spiderman? That cannot be right, but it was becoming hard to stay awake. The last thing you remember is a voice talking to you and them promising to call 911.  

7 days later…

You wake up to the sound of rustling beside you. It is a struggle to move your neck to the side to see who is beside you. God, it feels like you got hit by a train repeatedly. There is a nice looking older woman writing on some papers. She has on purple scrubs with lollipops on them. You try to take in your surrounings. The nurse, flourscent lighting, sterile smell the air, you had to be in the hospital. Or this was your sick version of the after life. “Good morning hun. It is nice to see you are awake. I’ll make sure to let the doctor know and as soon as she gets the chance she will come explain everything to you okay?” She says in a gentle voice and you do your best to nod in understanding. “Now that you are awake I’ll come back later with a lunch and dinner form for you, but if you need anything sooner hit that button by your left hand and I’ll be here,” She says as you move your hand around and feel the button nodding your head again. She smiles at you sadly before leaving the room. You listen to the monitor beat systemically as you look at the ceiling. Your head is pounding and it hurts to breathe but you are pretty sure you are alive. Your eye isn’t swollen anymore because you can see out of both of them. 

The rest of the day consists with a variety of people entering and exiting your room. The doctor comes in and explains they put you in a medically induced coma hoping to stop anymore trauma to your brain, get fluids in you because you were extremely malnourished, and hopefully give your body stress free time to heal. Three broken ribs, a broken orbital bone, multiple severe contusions, glass removal and stitches, and a moderate concussion. You would be in here for at least a couple more days so they could monitor you and make sure you were healing properly and there were no complications. After the doctor it was the cops. They were doing a full reprt on Jack. You were scared at first, he promised to kill you if you ever told anyone. What if he kept up his end of the promise. You told the police that and they promised they would protect you and your testimony would put him away for a long time. Turns out you weren’t the first woman he has done this too. Optimistic, you told the officers everything. Relieved all the painful details if it meant you could put that monster away and put an end to this horrible nightmare. Then it was the psychiatrist. She had to make sure you didn’t need to be put on suicide watch and assess your mental state after everything you went through. You couldn’t get a read on what she was writing but you didn’t get moved to a padded room or handcuffed to the bed so you assumed you were in the clear for now. Your guiding light in all of this was your sweet nurse. Her name is Rose, and she has been beyond kind to you since you opened your eyes. 

The next morning, Rose is once again the first person you see. She is bringing your food to you and helping you get comfortable. “Rose I don’t think this is your job,” You say smiling appreciatively at her. 

“Well I won’t tell if you don’t” She says making you smile. You felt much better today. Your pain meds got adjusted now that you were awake making everything more bearable. Knowing you gave the cops your statement and there’s a chance Jack will never see the light of day again was something to look forward to. You had to believe the justice system would do the right thing, but hope was powerful and you chose to believe in it for the time being. 

While eating your applesauce you notice someone approaching and sighed wondering who could possibly need to speak to you now. You look over and see Peter walk through the door, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. He waves awkwardly and for the first time in weeks you smile. “I would wave back but it hurts to do anything more than lift my spoon to my mouth” You say and he smiles. He walks over and places the flowers on your bedside table. 

“How do you feel?” He asks and you lean back looking at him

“Oh you know. Feels like I got hit by a truck, everything hurts, but I guess I’m luck to be alive right? The doctors and nurses here are really good so today is better than yesterday. I’m pretty sure I owe my life to Spiderman? I’m not sure if I was halucinating or not but I owe someone my life.” You say trying your best to retrieve the memory but those moments before you passed our are all a blur.

“Do you mind if I sit?” Peter asks as you shake your head and he pulls a chair over. 

“Do you mind if I ask how did you know I was here? Or what happned to me?” You ask as Peter scratches at the back of his neck thinking of an explanation.

“I um volunteer at the hospital. I heard some nurses talk about you and what happened. I saw the cops come in and figured out where your room was. I didn’t wanna come empty handed so I came back today. I’m glad you’re okay though, I missed my table buddy,” He says looking at you as you laugh softly then start to cough. Peter looks concerned but you nod your head. 

“It’s okay I’m all good. The broken ribs make it hard to breathe and it hurts to laugh” you respond looking at him as he nods in seeming understanding. You brush that off adding, “I appreciate you coming here Peter. It means a lot to me.” you say as he nods and you feel the awkward tension begin to build between you. This time it is your turn to break the void, “I don’t- I don’t have any family. I don’t have anyone. I haven’t in a long time.” You say your voice cracking as he looks back at you. Not sadly, but in understanding. 

“Y/n you don’t have to-” He starts but you shake your head. 

“No no it’s fine. I know I don’t know you that well but between you and my nurse, you are one of the kindest people I’ve met. You barely know me and still came to check on me,” you say. Maybe it was the drugs in your system but they had you becoming extremely loose lipped. 

“My dad died when I was 10, my mom turned into an alcoholic after. Even before then she wasn’t much of a mother. She abused me, sometimes physically, but mostly verbal. The drinking caused her to lose her job. We mostly slept in her car, or a home if they let us in. We begged for money or meals and even then she would usually use me to get more and then keep it for herself. When I was sixteen I ran away. Slept on benches, couches, wherever I could. Made it the best I could on my own. When I got a scholarship to come here I knew I had to take it. I thought coming here would be my fresh start. I’d be free of that alone feeling that’s clung to me like a cancer and I could get a frest start. Leave my past behind me. Looks like I just traded one nightmare for another.” You say tears running down your face as you try to wipe them away “But Peter, I want you to know that the little bit of kindness you have showed me has been paramount. It has made a difference, truly.” You say looking at Peter again tears running freely down your face as you do nothing to stop it. Peter feels a few of his own tears spilling over. He doens’t know what hurts you so opts to put his hand softly over yours and squeezing it gently. 

“I am so sorry you had to go through that. You are strong in ways I never will be or could comprehend. And I promise you I understand that lonely feeling. Why do you think I go to the library? I enjoy being at least around people. I lost all the people that were important to me. In one way or another they are all gone,” Peter says a faraway look in his eye. You squeeze his hand bringing him back to the presence as he looks at you again, “The silence is the worst part right? The silence… it overwhelms you. Creates a space that allows every bad thought to run free and you just can’t stop it.” He says and you nod your head in understanding. Peter had that sad and lost look in his eye. The same one you often saw when you looked in the mirror. 

“Well if it makes you feel better you have me. Maybe we could… create our own thing? Something that feels like home for the both of us. Then, we don’t have to be alone anymore” You reply smiling weakly at Peter. He smiles at you wiping the tears that fell from his eye

“I think I’d like that”

[afictionalwhor3]

I am done with finals 🥳🥳 I still have a couple assignments to complete 😔 but after that I will be taking this winter break to relax and write for you whor3s 🥳🥳

[afictionalwhor3]

Could you please do a NSFW alphabet for Jace if possible 🤞😜🙏🏻

Ask and you shall receive....

Warnings: 18+ mdni. Various sexual interactions described

NSFW Alphabet: Jacerys Velaryon

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Incredibly gentle and sweet with you. Speaking softly and cleaning you tenderly. He'd ask a hundred times over if you were okay before he truly believed you. Holding you and rubbing his hands over you comfortingly until you fell asleep in his arms.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body has become his hands, simply because he knows how much they drive you wild. For most of his life, he’d never given them much thought. But ever since you confessed how attractive you find them, he’s come to see them differently. Whether they’re holding you close or resting casually on his sword during a meeting, they never fail to capture your attention. Over time, your admiration has made them one of his favorite features.

Jace gives me insane boob man vibes. I am unsure what it is about him, but I see him being infatuated with them. He loves to play with them when you two are laying in bed. He also loves being the little spoon and laying his head on top of them. Jace swears those nights are when he sleeps best. Sometimes when you are angry with him he motorboats you because he enjoys it and he knows it makes you laugh every time.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Love, Love, LOVESSSS to cum on you. He thinks it is so beyond hot cumming everywhere on your body. Your face, down your throat, on your stomach. You covered in his cum is better than any painting or mural he has ever seen. He also is obsessed with the taste of you, stating he could miss meals on end and live entirely off your cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This may have been said before, but he wants to fuck you on the Iron Throne. It is the most powerful seat in the realm. People have fought wars over this, and it is his by birthright. Everytime he is in the throne room it is so easy to allow his mind to wander and imagine having his way with you on that throne.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Virgin. Virgin. Virgin. He has fought so hard to maintain his image as a prince worthy enough to inherit the mantle of king one day. The last thing he would do is get caught in a pleasure house, or with a woman that wasn't his betrothed. To add, he's seen sex be treated transactional his entire life. Boiling it down to its raw form, people just seeking pleasure. So, I'd like to think it would be something very sacred to him. He would only want to do it with the person he planned to spend the rest of his life with. Souls united forever mentally, physically, and sexually.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Jace is a big fan of cowgirl. He gets to watch you pleasure yourself on him and the image is so erotic. Especially when you get lost in it, almost forgetting he is there and chasing your own high. That is his favorite, you are out of control, hands on his chest for leverage, and desperate for an orgasm. And if you need him to he is more than happy to hold your hips tight and pound up into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

In the stolen moments between you two, I think he would be more goofy, but traditionally in the bedroom a more serious manner. After you have done it a few times he throws out a sexual joke here and there, but other than that, it's pretty much straight to business.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is a prince, and obsessed with making sure his appearance is always perfect. Not one hair is ever out of place, and that is of course because all the discourse about him being a bastard. He couldn't control the color of his hair, but he could control the way it looked and that was perfect. This leads to my point that he definitely keeps things neat and tidy down there. I don't think he would care how you kept yourself, but for him he is constantly keeping an eye on it and trimming as he sees necessary.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jace is a huge romantic, to the brink of almost hopelessness. After hearing your fears about the bedding ceremony he called it off immediately. He didn't care what the Lords had to say about the perverted tradition, he knew it made you uncomfortable and it was over like that. He had the servants light candles around the room, place flowers everywhere, and draw a hot bath for you both. It was the most romantic gesture you had ever seen in your life. While every time after that was not always that grand, he did make sure that was an intimate aspect every time he touched your body.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Really never. When he was younger a few times as he was learning his body, but once you came into his life and you were married he never saw the need for it. There have been a couple desperate moments when maybe you aren't feeling good, or are on your moon blood but other than that he saves himself for you always.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Pain kink down. In all forms of it. When your nails go a little too deep in his back, when you bite his skin a little too hard, and when you tug a little too much at his hair drives him inside. While he doesn't go too extreme on you he likes to spank you until the skin on your backside is sore and your pussy is drenched. Also, I'm not exactly sure what this would fall under, but watching you gag on his cock, tears running down your face and spit dribbling from your mouth. Gets him going truly like nothing else, he could go rounds with you after seeing that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your chambers, it is the safest place. Doing it anywhere else puts both of you at risk of being caught and that is never a situation he'd want to be in. But just because it is your chambers, doesn't mean he's only fucking you in the bed. Your shared chambers give you all the privacy you need and that man fucks you on every surface he can find. The bed, in front of the fireplace, his desk, the window. He wishes he could extend the room to have more places to take you on.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You could tell him pretty much whenever that you wanted him, and he would try to make time for you. But really what gets him going is when you dress up for large events or parties. It could be at Dragonstone or the Red Keep, but every time you look more gorgeous than the last. Not that you don't always look gorgeous all the time, there is something about you in a finely tailored dress with the colors of his that starts his engine. It makes him want to ruin all the work that went into making you look so pretty. Additionally, when you tease him in situations he can't get out of. A kiss that lasts a little too long before one of the small council meetings, a touch that lingers longer than it needs to before he hears petitions. Knowing he can't have you right at that moment makes him only want you more.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Having a threesome would definitely be a hard no. Not only would he hate sharing you, but also he knows people aren't too be trusted. There is no one he would trust enough to do that and have confidence they wouldn't tell every soul they knew as soon as it was done. Besides his Iron Throne fantasy, anything in public. Jace has worked too hard and for too long on his image, for it to be washed down the drain because he couldn't keep it in his pants.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think neutral but leans towards receiving. He loves seeing you on your knees and taking as much of him as you can. As previously said, watching you gag and try because it's too much is a movie he could watch over and over again. But, he also does love to eat you out, and damn is he good at it. Skillfully and expertly he uses his tongue and fingers to give you orgasms that have you seeing absolute stars.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Crescendo? Starts off slow and sensually. Stretching you and savoring how your warm walls welcome him, yet struggle to accommodate his size. As time goes on you both get desperate and begin to rapidly chase your highs which results in a rough and fast pace. You are fucking like rabbits trying to achieve euphoria.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves a good quickie. He prefers to have time with you, and be able to properly hold you after. But if he's really frustrated, or you need him really bad he loves sneaking to your chambers, lifting your skirts, and getting you both off quickly. Or if you are really desperate and don't have enough time to fuck he is pressing you against the door, going underneath your dress and eating you until you cum.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experiment, yes. Risk, no. Your shared position as prince and princess of Westeros are too high to be caught doing something stupid. But, he loves to experiment with you. Try new positions, techniques, anything really you could come up with. He never wants you to get bored of him or your sex life, and he loves figuring out new ways for both of you to receive pleasure.

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

If he is high-strung from his day, frustrated, or restless, he can give it to you all night. Using you as a place to relax and get all those emotions out. Other than that, he is going typically a couple rounds. However, he makes sure to suck as much pleasure as possible out of your body.

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

Once again, I don't think there are sex shops suddenly popping up in King's Landing with toys in them. But Modern!Jace would absolutely be down to using toys. This goes along with the experimentation. He loves learning about the ones for both of you and how you two can incorporate them into your sex life. Modern!Jace is a lot more willing to take risks, and buying you that remote-controlled vibrator was the best purchase of his life. You two are out with friends maybe at dinner, or just hanging out, and he is on his phone driving you absolutely insane with that thing. You two have to leave early because you can't compose yourself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Huge tease. Loves to tease you and when you tease him. It is all apart of the game to him. His favorite ways to tease you are whispering in your ear when you two are at public affairs and describe all the filthy things he is going to do to you. You have become a master at keeping your face expresionless meanwhile your small clothes are getting soaked.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first, Jace would be more reserved as he tries to learn what he is doing. All you have to do is ask one time that you want to hear his moans and it is on. Not afraid to let it go and sing for you. His moans, combined with the dirty talk and hot breaths in your ear have you cumming in half the time.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

"I'm sorry Jace but I really need you. I could not focus on anything anyone was saying," You say looking at Jace as he closes the door to your chamber. His face initially reads as annoyed which is reasonable because he has a meeting in a few minutes time. Despite this he preses his lips to yours bruisingly as you begin to quickly reach for his trousers to take them off. He moves your hands away resting his forehead on yours.

"No time for that I have to go soon," He says and you sigh sadly but nod your head in understanding. You close your eyes trying to calm yourself down and that is when Jace smirks and gets down on his knees. You look down at him confused as he winks at you before disappearing under your skirts. You remain confused until you feel Jace hiking your leg over your should, moving your small clothes and attaching his mouth to your womanhood. Your eyes immediately roll back as you hold onto the door behind you for dear life.

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

Not particularly girthy, but definitely got it going on in the length department. It takes all of you to fit in down your throat, and everytime he bottoms out in you, you feel like he is almost in your chest.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think it would be equal to whatever yours is. If your drive was high then his would be too. But if you fell more towards the average end of the scale he'd be okay with that too and match you. He would never want you to feel like he was forcing you to or he didn't want you. So, whatever you brought to the table is what he would equal.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Never until after you fall asleep. He has to make sure you are okay, especially after longer rougher sessions. But even then most days his mind is still very active as he recounts the day. Or simply enjoys the beautiful woman in his arms he will forever feel is too good for him.

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OMG HUNNY 🥹🥹 This truly means the world to me. This has made my day, love and appreciate you so much 🫶🏾🫶🏾

I'd Choose You Everytime

A/N: Back at it again. Once again hoping to be consistent again. I'm in the process of changing up my theme and my blog. I am not someone that typically writes angst but this came to me randomly and thought it was too good not to write. Also sorry if the valryian is bad I used a translator :/. Divider by @saradika-graphics

Summary: You will die on your own terms and in the flames as any dragon rider should.

Word Count: 1.4k

"Jacerys, please! I can't go like this! Please Jacerys!" You sobbed beging your lord husband to honor your wishes. Your face was wet with a combination of sweat and tears. This was your first childbirth, but you knew it was not going well. From the time you felt the babe coming, you knew something was wrong. The maesters told Jacerys there was a chance to save your babe, but you would die in the process which Jacerys immediately rejected. You attempted to sit up but you had little strength left in your body as you fell back onto your back. You gripped tirelessly at your bloody undergarment wanting the material away from your body as you tremored in pain.

"No my love I cannot. You musn't make me do this," He says gripping your hand tightly and kissing your knuckles repeatedly. "You will be okay, there must be another option," He says quickly looking over his shoulder at the group of maesters and handmaidens, "You lot dare stand there while my wife is in pain?! Help her now!" He yells and you shake your head squeezing his hand and forcing him to look at you. You weakly wave off the people who attempt to approach your bedside.

"Jacerys, the babe and I will not make it. I am sorry I have failed my duty to you and our kingdom, but you must honor me. You must allow me to die a dragon's death. I am of Targaryen blood, I cannot die in this birthing bed" You plead your voice cracking along the way. As you look at Jacerys you catch the moment he realizes what has to be done. It is as if you have unlocked a floodgate as you quickly notice the glassy feature his big brown eyes take on. You understood the gravity of what you were asking him to do, but you refused to die in this bed. You would leave this world on your own terms, in the way of a dragon rider.

"Leave us... NOW ALL OF YOU!" Jacerys yells as the maesters and handmaidens quickly exit the room. He cups your face, the blood of the dragon made it so you typically ran warm, but when Jacerys touched your face he could feel the heat leaving your skin. He presses a soft kiss to your lips and whispers, "Let us go, my love," and he proceeds to help you out of bed. You groan in pain despite Jacerys shouldering most of your weight as the two of you made your way to the Dragonmont.

"Jacerys my love you must move on from me" You say. You can feel your head begin to spin while Jacerys squeezes your side.

"Please love not now" Jacerys begs you but you once again shake your head,

"No, you listen to me Jacerys," You say before yelling in anguish as a sharp pain overtakes your body. Your knees buckle Jace stops, saving you from falling to the floor and you will yourself to take deep breaths and stand again to continue your journey. You thanked the Gods for the natural warmness of Dragonstone because the warmth that started in your feet helped a small amount to fight the cold that was beginning to over take your frame. "I can feel my strength leaving me Jacerys, but you must stay strong. You will move on and help your mother defeat the greens. You will move on and help your mother take her seat on the Iron Throne. You will fall in love with another and you two will have beautiful babes together. I believe had the gods blessed us with babe, she would have been a girl. She would have had beautiful brown hair and eyes in the same manner as her father," You said willing a weak smile as you looked at Jace. So close in this moment you take the time to appreciate the hints of gold that were sprinkled in his eyes. The weight of the moment began to hit you as you entered the Dragonmont and you began to grasp the fact this would be your last moments with your beloveded. You noticed the way his curls framed his face, the tears that made his eyes shine, the perfect bridge of his nose that led to his beautiful lips. Jacerys forces a smile to his face and swallows the lump in throat so he could speak,

"If the Gods blessed her she would have been the reflection of you. As beautiful as she is fierce in all things" He says and a shiver runs up your spine quickly followed by another unbearable pain that made you yell out. You knew you did not have long as Jace led you towards the dark edge of the Dragonmont. From here you could hear the cries of Silverwing as she felt all the grief and anguish that currently consumed you. Your knees buckled again and this time Jacerys led you softly down to the ground. He did not remove your arm that was wrapped around his shoulder or the one that was placed on your hip.

"Naejot māzigon Gēliotīkun" (Come Forward, Silverwing). You heard Jace's command and following that you heard her fast-approaching footsteps as she raced to see you, hopeful she could fix whatever was wrong. You watched as she quickly climbed the mount and despite the mounting pressure of your pain, you forced another smile onto your face,

"Gēliotīkun," You said as she curiously tilted her head. "Issa gevie hāedar" (My Beautiful Girl) you whispered softly. She knew you were in pain but could not understand the smile on your face as she, in a manner you could only describe as confusion, tilted her head. You looked up at Jacerys for what you knew would be the last time, "My Prince, my love, my Jace" Your voice was just a whisper now as it was clear the clock was running out for the two of you. The longer Jace looked at you the faster the tears ran down his face. You moved your hand from around his shoulder to cup his cheek, "I have made peace with my fate. Now I can only hope the Gods will be kind to me and our babe wherever we go. Know that I would choose this life, with this ending, over and over again. Because in this life I got to know, and love you Jacerys," You speak using the last of your strength to pull Jacerys in for one final searing kiss. You relish the feeling of his slightly chapped lips and the vice-like grip he had on you, because he understood when he let go it would be for the last time. You pull away and swallow the painful cry that tries to force its way up your throat. "Do not forget me Jacerys. I know the Gods have not been kind to us, but if they have mercy it will be a long while before I see you again" You say as Jacerys presses his forehead against yours,

"Nyke could dōrī forget ao y/n. Ao issi se jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson," (I could never forget you y/n. You are the love of my life) He whispers his voice breaking and your tears mixing. There is more he wants to say, so much more but he knows your strength is waning and he must leave you. You weakly push him away from you,

"Go," You voice weakly and he presses one final shaky kiss against your forehead. He stands slowly, and begins to back up out of the way of any potential dragon fire. You could feel the life draining from your body as you mustered up everything you had to look at Silverwing. You looked your mighty girl in the eye before finally saying, "Dracarys". Jace watched from a distance clawing at his chest his clothing feeling suddenly suffocating as he did nothing to stop the tears that have flowed since you made your final decision. You doubled over in pain once again crying out. Once again you found the strength to sit up and ask for the final time, "Dracarys Gēliotīkun, Dracarys". You close your eyes as Silverwing lowers her head, gives you one final sad look, and opens her mouth. Queen Rhaenyra and King Consort Daemon run into the Dragonmont hearing the news of what has happened but it is too late. Jacerys falls to his knees as he watches the love of his life be engulfed in flames.

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Afictionalwhor3's Cregan Stark Masterlist

Fluff:

Girl Dad

Hitting the Books (Modern!Au)

Smut:

Welcome Home

NSFW Alphabet

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NSFW Alphabet: Cregan Stark

Not only 3 fics but three Cregan fics all back to back. Proud of me. I think this makes me a Cregan wife??? Idk I've been the most inspired to write about him lately, and ik this has been done before, but here's my Cregan NSFW take.

Warnings: 18+ mdni. Various sexual interactions described

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Our glorious king of aftercare. No matter what he's always making sure you're okay. If you two went a little rougher or longer than usual, he doesn't care what time it is he having your handmaidens draw you a bath. He loves sitting in it with you and bathing together. If you're hungry he will find anything the cooks left behind and bring them to you. Every session always ends with him pulling you into his large body and your pliant frame drifting easily into sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ass man this, and boob guy that. Cregan Stark is a thigh man and I will die on this hill. If you let him, he'd wear them as earmuffs all the time to keep from the bitter cold. Because of your dresses and no one ever sees your thighs it makes it that much more intimate for him. They are one of the pieces for you reserved entirely for him and he loves it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cregan isn't big into playing with cum because he sees it as a waste. Why would he waste it down your throat, or on your stomach, when he could keep you round and full of his seed? Cregan enjoys many things, and filling you with his cum is definitely high on that list. He does everything in his power to keep you full and every time he prays to the gods he asks them to keep your womb occupied with his pups.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Cregan's dirty secret is he wants to fuck you in a public place. Not that you guys haven't gotten spontaneous on a few occasions. Such as the hall where you dine, in the hot springs, but Cregan yearns for something more high traffic. Possibly the courtyard of Winterfell. However, he would never do such a thing. He would never allow others to see you in that way and defile your image as Lady Stark. But, some deep, primal, part of him wants not just everyone in the North, but all of Westeros to know and see how well he fucks you. Who you belong to, and that no one will ever know your body and know all the right ways to pleasure you in the same way he does.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

If we're talking about Cregan after Rickon then obviously he has experience with a woman, but other than that Cregan is a big fat Virgin. Even after Rickon, he does not have that much experience. He was so young when he became Lord of Winterfell and had to take over all the responsibilities that comes with it. He also had to deal with a coup from his own family. There was no time during this to seek pleasure. Even if he did have the time, he would not want to sully the image of House Stark by indulging in a pleasure house.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Classic missionary. He is definitely open to fucking you in a variety of ways, but he always comes back to missionary. He can fold and manipulate your body however he sees fit. With the added bonus of watching all the beautiful faces you make while his cock reaches places in you you didn't even know existed. Honorable mention to Cowgirl. He loves that one particularly because, in his words "I love watching you ride your wolf,"

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely more serious but not uptight. If something were to happen that was funny he would chuckle, but definitely not busting jokes while doing it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpets definitely match the drapes. He's a northern man so nothing is shaved anywhere. He doesn't seem like a chest hair kind of man, but definitely below the belt he's got it going on. Not to say he's unclean just definitely not shaven. He wouldn't expect you to be either.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Cregan knows how to turn the switch on and off. He prefers to be intimate with you, worshipping every inch of your body. So much so, by the time he finally does play with your pussy you are a needy mess but basking in all the love he gave you. But, he also knows when you need rough, raw sex. There will always be a small aspect of intimacy there because he loves you, but the way he fucks you is anything but.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He has never shied away from using his fist when the situation called for it. When he is home at Winterfell never, not when he has you. But his trips to the wall, while he is away at war. If he is missing you a little too much that day, in private he will rub one off picturing you in all of your glory while he bucks into his hand.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink is almost too obvious. The need to keep your womb full and have an army of Starks running around Winterfell. Not to mention how beautiful you look with his cum leaking out of you while you lay in fucked out bliss. Before he gently pushes it back into you praying to the gods it takes and you are blessed with another beautiful baby.

On the low, he would have a size and corruption kink. He loves how much bigger than you he is in all aspects. It allows him to protect and defend you, constantly putting you behind him any time he feels a situation going south. In the bedroom he uses it to send you to new heights, watching your tight pussy struggle to take all of him. Along with corrupting his sweet, innocent wife to the sin of man. Cregan loves to teach her everything about the human body. Showing you what feels good and the best ways to touch him and yourself. Dare I throw a pain kink in the mix. The feeling of his wife's nails in his back or maybe biting his shoulder to keep herself quiet, but he'll let his sweet wife figure that out on her own.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

A very traditional man, Cregan prefers to do it in your shared bed. It is warm, comfortable, and offers him the most space to have his way with you. He does occasionally enjoy the thrill of fucking you in other places such as on his desk, the dining table, the hot springs, a discreet hallway few know about.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Absolutely any and everything you do gets Cregan going. When he says you are the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on, he means it. Your touch, your smell, and how you look at him, are all indicators of you and fuel to his engine. If he had to single out one thing in particular, I believe it would be the moments when you reveal that your possessiveness mirrors his own. Wrapping your arm around his bicep while you two walk through Winterfell. Maybe a Lord speaking out of turn and you check him with a, "I'd mind your tongue and remember you are speaking to the Warden of the North,". After that, it takes everything in Cregan's power not to pick you up, take you back to your chambers, and fuck you for the rest of the day.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No to sharing you and anything that would cause you pain. He would never allow someone else to see you in a sexual setting. For the same reasons as stated earlier. Also, he is terrible at sharing when it comes to you. He would keep you in Winterfell for the rest of your days for his eyes only if it were up to him. And anything that causes you pain is strictly off-limits. He is all about pleasuring and making sure you feel as good as possible, and if gets any inkling you feel otherwise it's over in an instant.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This could be a bias answer, but I think he prefers to give as opposed to receive. He of course doesn't mind receiving, but definitely prefers to give. You are a Lady, Lady of the North nonetheless. It was his job to make sure you were taken care of and that included sexually. At first (because we know he is a big fat Virgin) it would definitely be sloppy and a little odd with him trying to figure out what makes you feel good. But Cregan is extremely intuitive so it wouldn't take him long to figure out the exact buttons to push to make you see stars.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

On average, it's a happy medium. He is big into changing speeds depending on the moment, instead of sticking to drilling you or keeping it sensual. He chooses instead to be intuitive of your body. Holding your hips for leverage and when he needs to pound you, and also easing up if he's trying to make it last/tease you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not preferred but he doesn't mind them. He would much rather have the ability to take his time and drink you in. But on more than one occasion you two have been in a pinch where he pulled you into the nearest room and satisfied both of your needs.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, but you have to ease him into it. He is a traditional man as I said so he isn't huge on experimenting. But if it is something you really want to try, he is more than open to hearing you out. He would have to ensure you weren't harmed in any way, but other than that he'd be down to try almost anything at least once.

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

Rounds, on rounds, on ROUNDSSSS. This man has the stamina of an ox. As many rounds as you want to go is as many rounds he will give you. Even if he does need a break he will still find a way to pleasure you in the meantime. Some nights this looks like you coming three times before he even puts his cock inside of you.

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

I don't think there are exactly sex toys in Winterfell... but I do think Modern!Cregan would be down for them. Everything in the bedroom is centered around you, so if they made you feel good he was more than game. They wouldn't be a threat to him or his masculinity and I think he'd definitely be down to incorporate them into your sex life. When you informed him about toys he could control with a remote, maybe even while you were in public, it would unlock a world of ideas.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A great deal which may be a little surprising. Such a reserved and stern demeanor you wouldn't think, but he loves to tease you. In general, he is quite playful at heart. He finds immense enjoyment in watching you whine, beg, and plead with him to touch and give in to your needs. Not so much a fan of when you tease him, only because he doesn't like not being able to touch you. His favorite game as of late has been finding you in the halls and kissing you sloppily. Only to then walk away leaving you hot and needy.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Quiet guy. Not one to moan loudly or really at all. Much more of a grunter and shaky breaths in your ear where only you can hear. Not too much of a talker either, but likes to throw in telling you how good you look or how well you're taking him. He, however, loves when you are loud letting everyone in the North know he is fucking you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

"Cregan I can't take anymore please" You beg as tears of pleasure run down your face and nestle into the pillow placed conveniently beneath your head. Cregan's fingers are unrelenting as they curl in and out of you. He looks up at you with a smirk "Oh I think you have one more in you," He says as you make eye contact with him and shake your head no. You lost count of how many times he's made you cum already, and he hasn't even put his cock in you yet. Who knew Lord Bolton's sly attempt to flirt with you would work him up like this. "Yeah, I think you have one more in you, sweet girl. You remember what to do if it's too much right?" He asks looking at you again as you nod and tap his shoulder twice to demonstrate. The sign you two came up with if things ever became too much. He smiles as you do so before attaching his mouth back to your clit and listening to you sing for him.

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

7 inches, 3.5 girth... I'm just joking 😭 But definitely hung like a horse. Long, girthy, with a little curve to it, and he knows exactly how to use it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always high. He is always ready to give you exactly what you need. First thing in the morning while there is still remnants of sleep leaving you both, or late at night when you are both exhausted from the day's labors. His drive skyrockets after you give birth. You think Cregan won't want you because of how much your body has changed, but as soon as the maester's give you the clear he is all over you. Ready to worship the woman who has given him everything.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he's had a long day, just came from the wall, or some other journey he's going to sleep pretty quick after. Other than that he is waiting until you fall asleep, running his hands through your hair, or along your hip making sure you are okay. Relishing in how beautiful you are and thinking of how fortunate he is for the gods to have blessed him with someone as amazing as you.

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Me when I remember I can fill the gaps I want to see in my fandoms 😅😅

people will see a fandom thing and be like "why isn't this a fanfic" "why is there no fanfic about this" my brother in christ, because you're not writing it

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Hitting the Books

IceHockey!Cregan x Tutor!Reader

Summary: Cregan has to get tutoring after being put on academic probation, but he doesn't expect to fall for his tutor

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, cursing, a small amount of angst

Word Count: 4.3k

"Yeah Jace I'll talk to you later I'm about to walk into the tutoring center now," Cregan says with a sigh as he holds the door open for someone and walks in.

"AHAHAHA I forgot you had that. Bye loser have fun" Jace laughs in his ear before hanging up the phone.

"Dickhead" Cregan grumbles under his breath walking up to the front desk to check himself in, "Cregan Stark. It's my first time here. My session is supposed to be at twelve" He tells the man sitting behind the desk. He watches him type something in the computer and thinks about the series of decisions that landed him here. He knew he was slacking in school, not going to class, not turning in assignments. But in his defense with hockey season starting all those things seemed irrelevant. He found himself in an increased role this year and the team looked better than ever. He was ecstatic about the season and would go as far as to say this could be the year they win the conference. After coming so close in the past, he felt like this could be it. Now he watched as the best thing in his life could be taken from him. His coach brought him into the office to let him know he was on academic probation until further notice. This included spontaneous class checks, weekly academic checkups, and tutoring at least twice a week. He was one wrong step away from not just getting kicked off the team but kicked out of school all together. That was something he could not afford. 

"Y/n is gonna be your tutor she is at table six" the man behind the desk says and he nods his head walking to the back and finding multiple tables placed around the room. Spaced out far enough to grant each one some respective form of privacy. The large windows that surrounded the room allowed plenty of light to illuminate the area and granted views of campus. The view was beautiful and had Cregan momentarily entranced. Coming back to reality he looked around, seeing a few people scattered across the room when he finally saw a table labeled with the number six on it. He began walking towards it where a girl was currently sat. She appeared to be deep in thought with headphones covering her ears and typing quickly on her laptop. 

"Excuse me," Cregan starts as he approaches "I'm looking for Y/n, I'm here for tutoring" He states plainly watching as you take off your headphones, smile, and stand up extending your hand towards him,

"You must be Cregan. Nice to meet you I'm Y/n" You say as he takes your outstretched hand shaking it and giving you a tight lipped smile. You sit once again moving your laptop to the side and putting your headphones away "Twice a week for two hours is our schedule right?" You ask and Cregan nods his head with a sigh. He could think of approximately a hundred other places he would rather be than here. You weren’t an idiot and you could definitely pick up that vibe from him. You also knew who he was, one of your friends had a boyfriend on the hockey team so you had seen him around. And the only time athletes came into the tutoring center was when they were about to be academically ineligible to play, so you knew why he was here. Determined to make the best out of the current situation you smile and ask, "What do you want to start with? It can be anything you might be having trouble with," You ask while watching him slowly take out a laptop and notebook. He sighs again turning it on,

"I guess my calc class? That and my writing class are probably my worst grades right now," He says as he shows you what he is learning and you begin to explain it to him. 

And that is how it goes between the two of you. Cregan always shows up on time, polite despite being disinterested, and your conversations revolve solely around academics. Not that it bothered you too much. He was never rude but you could tell when your words were going in one ear and out the other. You were getting paid regardless, and he if wanted to flunk out of school despite your help that was his business. You sometimes thought in different circumstances you may try your luck with him. Because despite his indifference, there was no denying how attractive he was. Those stormy grey eyes that only got prettier as the weather got colder, chestnut locks that he sometimes likes to put in a bun at the base of his neck, and a tall lean build he often hid beneath hoodies and sweats but you could still make out. Contrary to his teammates you hadn’t heard much about him sleeping around, but you had to assume a man on his level got his fair share. It was week three and you were sat next to him at the tutoring center trying to help him work through a question while these thoughts floated around the back of your head. In the middle of explaining he cut you off going, 

"Wait I think I get this. All I have to do is," He starts and works out the rest of the problem on his own. You laugh slightly in disbelief. Maybe beneath acting like he was too cool for this, he was actually paying attention and learning. You nodded your head as you double-checked his work, 

"Wow exactly. Good job," You say smiling proudly and looking at him. For the first time, he returns the smile giving you a genuine one as he inputs the answer in his computer. You notice a notification fall across his screen as he does so,

"Oh shit my essay was graded," He says and you watch him quickly click around so he could pull the grade up. 

"The one we worked on last week?" You question and watch as he nods in response. The tab loads and you watch him scroll down and the grade on the screen reads, 74. You watch him visibly deflate as he sees the grade. Despite having to force it out of him you knew he put his all into that paper. You also knew it was the first assignment he was proud of and you did not like the cold and sad feeling that ran through you seeing how disappointed he was. You put what you hoped was a comforting hand on his shoulder while he looked at you. "Well, it’s not completely terrible. It’s around the class average so at least you know it isn’t just you. What have you been getting on essays this semester?" You ask and he shrugs

"Honestly? This is the first one I've submitted in a while" He says sheepishly a small smile pulling at his lips and you sigh trying to contain your own smile.

"Well, then this a great starting place. Don’t be disappointed. I’ll have you producing A-plus essays in no time,” You say and at this, he scoffs and then rolls his eyes.

"I appreciate the confidence, and you’re a pretty good teacher, but I'm not an A student. I live more in the low to mid C range," He states and you proceed to pinch him making Cregan flinch away from you rubbing his shoulder.

"With that shitty attitude, I can see why. You just said I’m a good teacher, therefore I’m gonna get you to an A, at the very least a B-” You say confidently staring him down. He leans back in his seat feeling hot under your intense gaze.

"Alright, alright. I’m just letting you know it won’t be an easy feat,” He says and you shake your head.

“To this day I have yet to turn down a good challenge,” You say smirking and open up the assignment to see the comments his teacher left.

You considered that day to be the turning point in your dynamic. From that day on Cregan began to open up considerably. He was more attentive during your sessions and you could see how much he was progressing in all his classes. He started arriving earlier and earlier spending the time before your session talking about anything but school. You learned he had a half sister and he lived up north so he grew up playing hockey. The more you got to know him the more you began to like him which was doing terrible things to your body. You found yourself growing increasingly nervous in his presence. Every time he laughed or teased you, a swarm of butterflies seemed to take flight in your stomach. Just the sight of him was enough to send your heart racing. Previously when you would see him around campus he pretended he didn’t see you and increased his pace. Now he waved and if he wasn’t on his way somewhere, stopped to talk to you. You had no idea what these new feelings would mean for you going forward. Your friends told you that you should say something but the last thing you wanted is for the feelings to be unreciprocated. He would probably get a new tutor and above all else, you were incredibly proud of his progress and wanted to continue to watch him grow. It had been six weeks since you started tutoring Cregan and the two of you exchanged numbers in case he had questions when you weren’t together. And occasionally he sent you a tik tok or two. You were sitting in the library working on homework when you got his text,

Cregan: Y/n

Cregan: Wya? 

You: Main library… why? 

Cregan: Second floor in the quiet spot in the back? 

You: Yea why what’s up? 

Cregan: Okay stay there I’m coming rn

Cregan: Gotta show you something urgently

His last text had you in a cold sweat. What the hell could he possibly have to show you. The thoughts ran rampant in your head. Above all else you hoped he was okay because of the urgency of his text messages. You did your best to refocus on your work but couldn’t help but nervously pick at your nails until you saw him walking down one of the rows of shelves. You stood up as he walked towards you, his steps quick and smile wide. “What is up with you?” You ask confused as he gets close enough and pulls a paper out to show you. When he gets close enough you take it out of his hands and look it over realizing it’s his last math test. At the top circled in red reads, 92. 

“Holy shit a 92?!” You say loudly and then remember where you were as he nods his head picking you up easily and spinning you in a circle. You gasp laughing while he spins you around. “Cregan put me down oh my god,” You say in between laughs as he brings you back to the ground softly a big smile on his face. 

“This is all because of you. I could have never done this without you,” He sates and you shake your head, 

“Absolutely not, I may have pushed you in the right direction but you put the hard work in. I’m so proud of you. I told you I’d make you an A+ student now let’s get that writing grade up,” You say with a smile and comfortable silence falls over the two of you as Cregan admires you. He had always thought you were pretty, but now it was as if the world had sharpened into focus, and he was truly seeing you for the first time. You had a blush on that made your cheeks look adorable, your smile was bright enough to illuminate the room, and your lips looked soft and so kissable. About two minutes go bye before he realizes he has been staring at you for longer than socially acceptable. 

“Well I have to get practice, it’s at six, but I wanted to show you my grade first. I knew you’d be proud,” He said and you smiled back at him and then quickly checked your watch the time reading 5:55. 

“Cregan you have five minutes and the rink is on the other side of campus,” You say and he nods his head in understanding and shrugs. 

“Yeah I know. I still wanted to show you.” He says and you feel your face heat up at his admission. “Oh and I wanted to invite you… and your friends to the hockey house this Saturday. We have off so we’re throwing if you’d like to come. I would personally like you to be there. We can celebrate our big achievement,” He says hopefully trying to gauge your reaction. 

“Well if you personally want me there, and I do love celebrating accomplishments. I think I’ll see you there,” You smirk looking at him and watch as he fist pumps the air and starts backing up to leave. 

“Awesome. It starts at 10 I’ll see you there,” He says and you wave and watch as he runs out of the library. He ended up being twenty minutes late to practice and did sprints for every minute he missed. It didn’t matter though because you were coming to his party Saturday. 

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“Y/n you look great c’mon…. It’s already 11,” your roommate says standing at the door with your two other friends you were going out with. You sigh playing with your hair one more time nervously and double checking yourslef in the mirror before you walk over to them and you guys begin the trek from the dorms to hockey house. 

“Yeah y/n you look hot I’m sure Cregan will be alllll over you when he sees you” your friend teases running her hands over you while you push her away and everyone laughs. 

“Oh shut up all of you let’s just get there it’s cold,” You say wrapping your arms around yourself. Your jeans did the work of keeping your legs warm but the shirt, which you could barely call a top with how little material it was, had you freezing in the January air. The hockey house was in sight with people hanging outside and music blasting out of it. You walk inside with no problems and are immediately greeted by the hot, humid environment. Your friends smile at you, they loved a good party and you smiled back. It has been a while since you went out and you were thankful for the reprieve for how crazy school had been. You guys grab some juice and make your way back to the dancing area. You see Cregan’s friend Jace behind the DJ stand as you and your friends get lost in the music. 

After a while your roommate leans over to whisper in your ear so you could hear her “Where is Cregan? I haven’t seen him,” She says and you look around curiously. Between the pregame and the jungle juice you had a nice buzz going as a smile took over your face. 

“I’m gonna go get some more juice and look for him I’ll be back,” You say as she nods and goes back to dancing. You find the kitchen to refill your cup and hopefully find Cregan. You walk into the space and look around the people in the room when your cup falls out of your hand. Tears burn at your waterline as you see Cregan and a girl pressed against the counter. Her arms are wrapped securely around his neck while his hands rest on her hips. You clench your fists tightly trying to prevent yourself from crying as you storm away to find your friends. 

Cregan pushes the girl away as she looks at him confused while he shakes his head “Sorry I’m not really into this. I’m looking for someone,” He says walking away and going back into the main room looking for you. You find your roommate whispering in her ear, 

“I’m ready to go. I need to leave,” You say and she looks at you confused but the glossy nature of your eyes has her nodding her head and taking your hand. Your two other friends stay as you two make your way back to the dorm and you explain what you saw. 

Despite being able to see over most of the people there it doesn’t help Cregan find you. It was almost midnight, you should have been here by now. He goes up to the DJ stand to ask Jace, 

“Did you see Y/n tonight?” He asks and Jace looks out at the crowd where you once were and sees only the two other girls you came with. 

“She was here with those girls over there but it looks like she’s gone,” Jace says going back to spinning and Cregan deflates. It looks out at the crowd defeated before he pulls out his phone text you. 

Cregan: Hey, you still coming tonight?

He waits and waits for a resposne but nothing. You see his text and choose to ignore it. When you don’t answer he finds it hard to find fun in this party deciding to call it early. You don’t answer any of Cregan’s texts all weekend and Sunday you send him a text

You: No sessions this week. 

Cregan reads the text waiting for an explantion that never comes. 

Cregan: Okay… is everything okay? 

You: Yup. Not feeling the best 

Cregan: Oh ok. Feel better 🙂

Cregan once again waits for a response that never comes. During the week he sends you a few tiktoks that remind him of you, and a couple questions about his class work. However, every one is left on delivered. Whatever bug you caught must have got you good. After practice Friday Cregan wanted to stop by to check up on you but suddenly realized he had no clue where you lived. Remembering Benjicot’s girlfriend was a friend of yours, he asked him to ask her for your building information. In the meantime, he went to the store to grab your favorite snacks, candies, and then employed the help of his sister to find out what else would make a sick girl feel better. By the time he gets back to his car, Ben has sent him your info which makes him smile. A short drive later Cregan finds himself standing before your door and suddenly paralyzed by nerves. What was he doing here? Sure you two had gotten closer in the last few weeks, but that didn’t mean you wanted to see him. You also hadn’t responded to him all week, maybe there was a good reason behind this. Maybe what you had was extremely contagious and he was compromising himself. This had to be one of his stupidest ideas yet. All of a sudden the plastic bag in his hand felt like a ton of bricks. But this whole week he’d missed you in a way he didn’t think possible. Without realizing it, you had gently woven yourself into Cregan's heart, becoming someone he cherished more than he ever thought possible. Before he had a chance to talk himself out of this anymore, your door opened and your roommate stood before him. She gulped before yelling over her shoulder, 

“Y/n! Someone’s here for you!” She fixes the bag on her shoulder before walking by him “Good luck,” She says walking away. Cregan looks at her confused then back through the door watching as you walk out your room. You didn’t look sick, maybe a little bit sad, but still gorgeous in his eyes. The door was beginning to close so Cregan stepped inside despite not being entirely invited in. He smiles as you get closer holding up the bag but before he can speak you hold up a hand cutting him off, 

“Why the hell are you here? I told you no sessions this week. Did your coach not get the email I sent him?” You ask as he looks at you confused. 

“Yes I know and yes he did but you said you were sick and you weren’t answering your texts. I figured you were really sick and I wanted to come check up on you and make sure you were okay. You seem fine and well I brought your favorite snacks,” He says trying his luck again holding up the bag with a smile but getting nothing but a glare back from you. 

“You really shouldn’t have. Like really shouldn’t have. You can take yourself, and your bag, and get the hell outta here,” You say and Cregan is now completely confused. You have never been this brash with him, even when he was sort of a dick at the beginning of your tutoring sessions. He drops his arm in defeat and tilts his head while looking at you, 

“Y/n what is going on? I’m starting to get the sense there is something more going on here,” Cregan says stepping closer to you. You laugh dryly looking at him, 

“No shit. I know you were pretty dumb but you have to be smarter by now,” You say and watch as Cregan takes a step back and you watch hurt immediately fill his eyes. Now you feel your heart wrench. You should not have said that. That cold feeling wraps around your spine the same way it did all those weeks ago at seeing the sad look in Cregan’s eyes. Despite how much you might be hurting that was a blow too low and you knew deep down you didn’t mean it. You pinch the bridge of your nose taking a deep breath “I’m sorry Cregan. That was- fucked up. You aren’t dumb I promise I’m just. I don’t want to speak to you,” You say looking at him again as he rests the bag on your coffee table. 

“Okay… Can I ask where this is coming from or are you going to call me dumb again?” He asks and you sigh suddenly feeling like the one that’s the dick. You cross your arms across your chest and let yourself speak without thinking, 

“Maybe you should ask the girl whose tongue you had down your throat. I’m sure she has all the answers you’re looking for,” You say snarkily while rolling your eyes at the image. Cregan feels his eye twitch because since the door opened he has only gotten more confused. He closes his eyes so he can think hard about what you’re talking about and then remembers on Saturday there was this random girl that kissed him. But he doesn’t know how you could have seen that because it lasted no more than thirty seconds. He did not want to kiss her, maybe you but you left before he could find you. 

“That random girl from the party? She kissed me first and it didn’t last very long. Why would you even care about it?” Cregan asks the big picture to all of this still lost to him. Y/n puts her head in her hands laughing before looking at him once again,

“You cannot be serious right now. You must be joking. Like this is some big prank right?” You ask as Cregan shakes his head no. “I like you stupid. Holy shit I fucking like you. A lot more than I should and I know this is what I get for liking an athlete and especially one of you hockey guys. All you do is play girls and break hearts and that’s what I get for liking you. Fucking stupid I am to think you would like me back. You’re right I don’t know why I would care about you kissing some random girl all I am to you is a means to an end. On that note you know how inappropriate this is because I literally tutor you so-” you are cut off by Cregan pressing a searing kiss to your lips. His large hand grips your hip while the other cups your face. After about a minute he pulls away to look at you. 

“Sorry, you were rambling. Y/n I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I know the reputation of the guys on my team. I’m here to tell you I’m not like them. At the moment that probably isn’t believable, but I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to prove you otherwise. I’m not here to break your heart, I don’t do that. Especially to a woman like you. You are truly one of a kind. I kissed her, but it ended almost as quickly as it began—because at that moment, I knew she wasn’t the one my heart truly longed for. That day in the library I should have told you this, but I was scared. I’m not scared now though. I don’t like you being mad at me, at all. Whatever by laws we are breaking by being together, fuck it. You are worth indefinite academic probabtion. I don’t wanna speak for you but I would like to see where this goes. Me and you. A relationship outside of you being my teacher.” He says with a smile at the end as you look at him smiling and then slap him softly which takes him by shock. 

“If I ever, ever catch you kissing another girl I’m cutting your dick off and I’m not fucking playing.” you say and Cregan thinks about laughing but your glare levels him and he nods his head quickly. Now it is your turn to smile and pull him to press another one of those searing kisses to your lips. It was everything you imagined it to be and more. You pull away to catch your breath and hold him close, “I hope you know this doesn’t mean I’m letting up on you at all,” You say and Cregan smile reflects yours. 

“I expected nothing less. I hope you know this means I will be accepting kisses as rewards for good grades. And maybe a little more later on.” he whispers pinching your butt and making you giggle before pressing his lips against yours one more time.

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Girl Dad

Hello, hello. The end of the semester is fastly approaching which means more time to write :). Here is a Cregan drabble I put together because we all know he is girl dad core. I'm feeling inspired/motivated to write so hopefully I can finish some pieces I have in the drafts. Divider by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Summary: Being the Warden of the North is time consuming and Cregan misses his girls

Warnings: None. Fluff

Word Count: 890 (Short drabble)

The day has been long, but lately, it seems they all were. At every turn, there was someone or something that required Cregan’s attention. First, it was resolving conflict between two great, yet stubborn, houses. Then, his presence was required at the wall and the impromptu trip took an entire moon. And now that he’s back he is constantly hearing petitions from the common folk who are concerned about having the resources to get through winter. Cregan understood his duty, and he would do anything to make sure every northerner was heard and their problems resolved. However it did not subtract from how exhausted it all made him, and the time away from his family it required. He knew you did everything in your power to take as much off his plate as possible, but trying to take care of two girls while growing another inside you limited what you could do. 

Tonight, Cregan’s footsteps are heavy as he walks the great halls of Winterfell to his chambers. The moon is hung high in the sky and illuminates the hall where the fires on the wall could not reach. As he approached the door to his chambers he noticed a dark figure standing before it.  His steps got slower and quieter as he approached, while his fingers grasped at the handle of Ice ready to wield it any moment. When he gets a few feet away the figure becomes not only smaller but turns into two. Steathily he removes his sword from its sheath and reels it back ready for a crushing blow. Once he is close enough to swing the moon illuminates the figures in front of him that look up with scared eyes. He sighs and tucks his sword away getting down on one knee, “Oh come here my sweet girls, I did not mean to scare you. I am tired and thought you were something else,” He says as his twins run into his arms tucking their heads in his neck. He rubs their backs soothingly before speaking up again, “What are you two doing up? And outside my door?” He asks looking between the two of them. The oldest Lysara speaks up, 

“I had a bad dream and got scared. I woke up Aly and we both could not go back to sleep so we wanted to lay with mom, but we couldn’t reach the handle. And didn’t wanna wake mom up.” She says as he looks at Aly who nods her head in agreement at the story. Cregan can’t help but smile and kiss the tops of their heads. He was exhausted beyond belief, but this stolen moment felt like the light in a lot of darkness. They were growing up faster than he could keep up with, but if this moment they wanted to lay in his bed, even if it was the last time, their wish was his command. 

“Well, I think Dad can open the door. I just hope I can join you two in bed with your mother?” He asks looking at them as they look at each other communicating silently before nodding their head. He smiles at this “Thank you so much my sweet girls” He says while they rest their heads on each of his shoulders. Cregan opens the door with ease, walking in to find you fast asleep beneath the furs and a dwindling fire in the mantle. He lays the girls down gently next to you, tucking them beneath the thick blankets that swallow up their small bodies. Cregan misses as you stir while he quickly rids himself of his leathers and fur. He slides in quietly hoping not to wake you and pressing one last kiss to each of his girls’ heads. When he looks at them again they are fast asleep both of their mouths slightly open. He chuckles and then watches your eyes slowly flutter open. You take in your Lord Husband and then the little girls that laid in between you. A smile quickly overtakes your face as one hand comes to rub at your small bump. You move a curly piece of hair out of Aly’s face before looking at Cregan once again raising an eyebrow at the intruders in your bed, 

“They couldn’t sleep. Said sleeping with mom and dad tonight was the only way they’d find rest” He whispers and you roll your eyes with a smile as you tiredly look at the man you love. Cregan could lead thousands of men into battle and was about as stubborn as northerners came. But when his little girls wanted something, believe he did everything in his power to make sure they got it. Despite being levels of tired you would never know, he did his best to make time for you and your girls.

“I’ll take your word for it,” You smirk knowing they didn’t have to do much convincing to get Cregan to succumb to their wishes. He leans over their small frames to press a sweet kiss to your lips. 

“Goodnight my love,” He whispers to you as you easily fall back asleep. Cregan stays up for a spell longer staring at the beautiful family that lay before him. He draped his arm across their bodies and allowed his body to rest knowing all of his exhaustion meant they stayed safe and warm each night.

[afictionalwhor3]

Ive recently started rewatching the marvel movies in attempt to find happiness during the trying times we are in and last night I was watching civil war and came to the realization… team iron man and team green supporters are cut from the same cloth and no I will not be explaining myself 🤷🏾‍♀️

[afictionalwhor3]

Welcome Home

A/N: Hello all, firstly thank you for all the love you guys have shown to my fics now that they are in a masterlist I greatly appreciate it. I promise I am trying to get more fics out, but with my class schedule it is difficult, but I am doing my best. For now enjoy this Cregan smut I have been manifesting for a hot min. Divider by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Summary: Cregan love language is physical touch and he uses it to show how much he missed you

Warnings: 18+, Minors do not interact, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation

Word Count: 1.6k

Cregan's love language always has and always will be physical touch. When you two are walking through Winterfell, he makes sure your arm is wrapped tightly around his bicep. During his meetings, he likes to have you by his side so he can keep a hand on your leg or hip. Since the night you were married, he has insisted that the two of you share a bed where each and every night he tucks you into his side and uses his body to keep you warm through the long Winterfell nights.

Winter has just broken in the North, and despite the warmer seasons coming it was still chronically cold. Northerners this time of year opted for their lighter leathers and pelts. Since the weather finally broke, a group of men including your Lord Husband, left to hunt. It has been five nights since Cregan left, and you sighed as you read the latest edition to your extensive collection by the fire. The moon hung high in the sky as a light fire warmed your and Cregan's chambers. A yawn took over your body as you stood up to stretch your limbs. You decided it was time to venture into the comfortable confines of your bed, so you marked your page and placed it on the small table next to the sofa. You preceded to take your robe off, but before you could do so a knock was heard at your door.

You quickly pulled your robe over your shoulders and tied it up. You walked over to the door reasonably confused about who could need you this late into the night. "You may come in" You call out watching suspiciously as the door opens slowly and Cregan's frame comes into view. A large smile brightens your features as you barely let him enter the door before you practically jump into his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck while also burying your head where his neck meets his shoulder. You breathe him in despite the days since his last bath, the natural musk and woodsy smell was so uniquely Cregan and pleasantly familiar. Cregan wraps his arms around your waist holding you equally as tight as he puts his forehead on yours.

"Hello, my sweet wife," He whispers his voice husky probably due to the days of being in the woods. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and you watch as a small smile takes over his handsome features. You laugh softly taking your hands and running them across his back and chest checking for any injuries,

"Are you hurt? You weren't supposed to return until the morrow?" You say happily confused about your husband's presence, but also equally concerned something could be wrong. He grabs your hands stopping you in your tracks. He brings each to his mouth laying kisses on both as he looks at you holding your hands in his,

"With winter being over, the men wanted to get back to their families. They were tired and wished to return home. I would have waited until the dawn when it was safer, but they insisted so here I am" He says pressing a kiss to both wrists "And now that I'm back I am glad for the push. I have missed you greatly Y/N" He says and you cannot stop the goofy smile that has been on your face since he walked in. It is your turn to place a kiss against his lips before you pull away to look at him.

"I was just about to get to bed if you would like to join me," You say teasing already knowing the answer. Cregan does not respond, however, and instead opts to pick you up. He easily lifts you off your feet and walks you to your bed, laying you down gently. The plushness of the blankets that greeted you upon your rest soothed your back. You maintained eye contact with Cregan while slowly untying your robe. He bites his lip watching your every move while he himself does his best to take off his pelts, leathers, and small clothes as quickly as possible. In the meantime, you slip the robe from your body and let it find its way to the floor. You start to move the straps of your own small clothes when Cregan stops you pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss,

"Allow me" He whispers against your lips before kissing down your jaw, to your neck, and then your shoulder where your strap resided. As he slid the straps off you, his lips followed all the skin he touched. He did the same thing to both sides until you lay naked before your husband. Cregan took a deep breath as he took you as if it were the first time all over again, "The gods have truly blessed me," He whispered before pressing a kiss to your navel and then traveling down to your sex. Cregan was a fan of teasing you, loving to see you desperate for a pleasure only he could provide, but tonight he wasted no time attaching his lips to your bud which caused you to moan loudly. Your eyes rolled back to your head as your hands instinctively flew to pull at his brown locks. Cregan looked at you one last time before closing his eyes to enjoy his meal.

Typically you liked to maintain a semblance of your ladyhood by controlling your moans, but tonight your moans of pleasure would be heard throughout the North. Possibly the seven kingdoms if they listened hard enough. You felt your hips grinding against Cregan's face and the way he slid one of his perfect fingers inside of you finding your spot with ease. Yet all you could process was the white-hot pleasure that was shooting from the top of your head to your toes causing them to curl. "Cregan, Husband, I am close. So close oh gods!" You exclaim holding Cregan in place as you get a glimpse of him consumed in eating your sweet cunt and that sends you over the edge. Your back arches and to any unfortunate soul walking past your chambers the sounds were equivalent to that of a pleasure house as you allowed your release to coat Cregan's lips and chin.

You began to come down from your high when you felt Cregan's arms wrap around your hips holding you open for him and if it was possible get deeper in your pussy. To no avail your hands tried to push him away as you shook your head, "Cregan please I can't. So sensitive" You plead with him, but you knew better than to try to stop him when he got like this. All you could do was cling to your sheets as the sounds of him eating your pussy became even more vulgar sounding more akin to a beast who hadn't eaten in days. In a way, you guessed you could describe Cregan that way.

The pleasure was all-consuming as you felt hot tears run down your face. It was all too much, the way Cregan's expert tongue navigated your cunt had you seeing stars. Suddenly you cursed the hot springs that lie underneath Winterfell, for a thin sheen of sweat had begun to stick to your soft skin. Without warning you felt that familiar band in your belly beginning to tighten up and for the second time in as many minutes, you felt yourself close to your peak. "Cregan, please my love. Please don't stop m'close. So close" You whispered while your hips thrashed wildly against his mouth. You were running rapidly towards a release you knew would take over your whole body. And for the first time since he began Cregan opened his eyes to take in your utterly blissed-out state. The frizziness of your hair, the heaving of your chest, and the sweat that gave you a beautiful glow in the moonlight only spurred him on. He slipped two fingers into you and curled them in a way that had your vision going almost black. His tongue continued to perform tricks on your swollen bud and you knew it wouldn't be long now.

"Come for me sweet girl. I got you" He whispers into your heat which sends you falling off the edge of blinding pleasure. It feels as if every nerve in your body is alight while your legs shake desperately in Cregan's hold. Somewhere along the way, everything gets quiet and your vision goes black. When you come to again you slowly open your legs and find Cregan coming back to the bed with a wet rag and gently cleaning you up. You whimper at his touch your body tensing as he shushes you tenderly "I know. I'll be gentle" He says reassuringly. Once you are clean to his satisfaction, Cregan places the rag on the floor along with your pile of clothes. He then gets into your bed finessing you and himself underneath the blankets. The weight of those, combined with Cregan's heavy arm across your middle and his chest against your side has you rapidly losing the battle of sleep. But before you can drift off you manage to get your eyes open enough to look at him and place a hand on his warm cheek. He looks adoringly at you his thumb running soothing across your side as you whisper,

"What about you my love? Do you not wish me to pleasure you as well?" You asked curiously using your free hand to reach down to which Cregan quickly grabbed it kissing your wrist once again,

"Please wife do not worry about me. You are tired and you will need your rest for what I have planned for the morning. Maybe Essos will be able to hear you when I am done," He teases kissing your temple now and releasing your hand. You felt heat rising to your face but in your tiredness, a dopey smile made its way onto your face.

"Well, then I hope Essos is ready for a show. The realm must bear witness to how grateful I am to have my husband back" You say before sleep finally overcomes your worn-out body.