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Joffrey Velaryon, jacaerys Velaryon and Lucerys Velaryon. Rhaenyras sweet boys

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Your new theme has me thinking about stark men wrapping up their girls in their jackets in a modern AU and I feel very deeply in my soul that I want that 🫠

No because?? Yes??

Even the slightest shiver on your part and they're already tugging off their hoodie and wrangling you into it. You can try and refuse but it will get you nowhere. Just accept it 🙂‍↕️

Their hoodies/jackets smell just like them — like comfort and warmth and everything you love. They also have like the softest hoodies?? (Which let's face it, you've definitely stolen them before). And they would have warned you about it being chilly before y'all left. Probably tried wrangling you into your own hoodie then.

Ugh. But now I'm also thinking about autumn walks with them. Hearing the crunch of leaves under your shoes and having your arm linked with your stark boyfriend and ughhhh I neeeedd 😩😩

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Cregan is just the werewolf dad from hotel transylvania. Whole pack of feral children too 😭

IM LAUGHING PLS i cant i know exactly who you’re talking about 😭😭 the only difference between him and the werewolf dad is his kids actually listen when he talks which. can you blame them. that’s how you ended up here is bc you listened to him when he said motherhood makes you glow and here we are 400 kids later and you better be the shiniest star in the sky bc damn

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in the same thought of cregan with a thousand kids, he’s totally the type to watch all of them mess with you and all he has to do is look up and say in that delicious voice ‘leave y’mother alone’ and suddenly they’re all well behaved angels ���� maybe he even winks at you from wherever he is in the room

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i want you to know my eyes started watering reading this. YES. YES YES YES YES!!!!!!!

they’re annoying you like they do every day (you and cregan take turns being victim of such antics) but then they start tugging on your skirts or your hair if they can reach, and GAH!! GAH!!!!! he could even be across the room talking to someone (he sensed a disturbance in the air LMAO) and yep. yep yep yep. head turning in your direction, a sharp whistle to get their attention and they all freeze.

“leave y’mother alone” — he doesn’t have to raise his voice (never does), and suddenly they’re well behaved beautiful angels! fixing your hair for you & giving small apology hugs AND THE WINK. IM GOING TO KRILL MYSELF ABOUT THE WINK

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Someone write this 😛😛😛

Ok, so, I kinda desperately need some kind of fix with Cregan Stark x Reader where they’re betrothed and once they’re married and it’s time to consumate the scene unfolds like Charlotte and George in the Queen charlotte series. Cregan Stark seductively saying he’s good with buttons would fucking cure my soul.

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Of the Flea’s own guilt there could be no doubt. “Once a turncloak, ever a turncloak,” Lord Cregan said. “You rose up in rebellion against your lawful queen and helped drive her from this city to her death, raised up your own squire in her place, then abandoned him to save your worthless hide. The realm will be a better place without you.” When Ser Perkin protested that he had been pardoned for those crimes, Lord Stark replied, “Not by me.”

Excerpt from Fire & Blood, “The Hour of the Wolf”

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jacaerys velaryon x wife!fem!reader x cregan stark smut ( w. 823)

꒰ your prince takes you to bed with the warden of the north — winterfell gets cold. cregan heavy. fem reader. body worship. light crejace action i'm sorry i can't help myself. reader has hair. ꒱ written for ena's birthday celebration ! ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮

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hot hands run from the crest of your ribcage in a slow arc down the curve of your waist to the outwards jut of your hip. "comfortable princess?" cregan stark's low, gentle voice rings into your ear. the wolf of the north, no one would know how gentle he is — until they're in his bed, that is. his hands are warm, uncharacteristically soft, and they span the entire distance from your xiphoid to your femoral head. big, warm, soft.

his mouth has been against the back of your neck for most of the evening. cregan is touchy.

"shes a very pretty girl," cregan murmurs. it's meant more for jace, but it's the shell of your ear that his breath grazes, your spine that a shiver shoots down. he revels in that, smirking against the sensitive skin at your pulse point as you shudder. he follows the path of the shiver with his knuckles, dragging them down the column of your spine like he's counting your vertebrae.

jacaerys nods, retracting his head from your torso for the first time in a while. "my pretty princess," he mumbles, drunk on the taste of your skin. his pretty brown eyes are glassy, unfocused with lust as he gazes up at you.

it's like that — your prince at your front, cregan spooning you from behind. you're trapped, at the mercy of the crown prince and his strongest ally.

"my princess," jace breaths again, smiling up at you before returning his mouth to its post, to the soft skin where your ribcage parts, exposing vulnerable flesh. he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to that spot. one hand rests in the path of cregan's, against the natural bow of your spine, supporting your back to arch into his eager mouth. he replaces lips with tongue as he shifts, dark curls migrating down the plush bed as he drags his tongue down your belly.

cregan's hand leaves your back, finding your arm. he starts at the cap of your shoulder, squeezing softly as he runs his hand up and down your bicep to generate warmth. "warm enough, dear?" he asks, breath fanning across all of the sensitive spots that he shouldn't know on your neck.

he isn't satisfied by your nod, leaning in to press slow kisses against the skin there, behind your ear. he stops the rubbing at the top of your arm, and his next crest down is slower, more deliberate. "your husband tells me that you've had a hard time adjusting to the cold," he whispers against your skin, fingers edging down your forearm. he reaches your wrist, feeling the bone with his thumb, before letting his long fingers slot into yours, where they rest in jace's hair.

sharp teeth sink into a particularly delicate spot, and cregan only spares the mercy of his tongue when you yip. wolf-like teeth, bizarly sharp canines. "made in the very image of the mother," he says, using the hand of the arm which is serving as your pillow to pull your hair back from your neck.

jace makes a noise into your lower belly. "he doesn't know what he's talking about," he snips, using his hand on your back to bow your body closer to his mouth. "he doesn't believe in any gods, least of all the seven."

cregan's hand abandons yours, sinking itself into the prince's messy curls. he tugs sharply, making jace gasp into your skin. "mind your mouth," cregan reprimands calmly, his voice gentle and even. that voice would make you heel like a well trained dog. he can command the presence of any number of people with a stern look and even tone. you wonder if he's ever raised his voice — not for any reason other than the fact that he doesn't need to. his silence turns heads like any other man's voice would.

jace has a retort, something snarky that you can't make out because he says it between more heated kisses. the hand on your back has naturally migrated down, cradling your bottom to support you as he works down. his other hand, which has once propped him up, settles on your thigh. he uses his body to encourage yours to roll over, onto your back; cregan is the only thing preventing your body from moving, and he deigns it a good idea because he moves back in time to let your shoulders collide with the soft furs under you.

still, cregan is on his side. he watches your face as jace makes his way down, one big hand coming to cradle the side of your face. he traces the curve of your cheek and the outcrop of your brow bone.

he runs his thumb up over your hairline, letting his fingers curl around the back of your neck as he watches your expression. slowly, he leans down to press a gentle half-kiss to your mouth. "relax, pet," he breathes against your lips, nose nuzzling against yours.

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*happy sigh*

That smile and chuckle.🫠

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Anon had the right idea- Cregan and his precious wifey have so many kids, when another lord and/or lady visits Winterfell and the Starks come out to greet them, they look like a literal wolf pack and the guests are sweating bc jesus fucking Christ they realize 1) Stark men must fuck like crazy and 2) they fuck up and not only will Cregan tear them down but his kids will too hes got an army tf

HAHA PLS do you guys know that scene in brave where its the three boys being menaces for the whole movie but also help merida when shes trapped by terrorizing this one servant? LMAO i have the most vivid image of cregans kids somehow knowing hes upset with this lord thats visiting or something & they keep terrorizing him HAHA

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gimme stark men caring for their injured wives pls 🥹

Okay okay but imagine — you're out for a lovely little ride with your husband. He's riding behind you, maybe you're chatting away about something completely random but he's listening and hanging onto your every word anyway. You're not exactly paying full attention to your surroundings — they'll gently scold you for that later probably. And, something startled your horse. He bucks. You fall off. Maybe you hurt your ankle? Maybe you break a bone? Maybe you simply fall flat on your ass and end up with a bruised bottom and a bruised ego. Either way, your stark hubby is off their own horse in seconds and immediately at your side.

They're carefully lifting you to sit up, maybe propping you up against a tree nearby, so they can check you over for injuries. And no matter if you sustained injuries or not, he is carrying you back to Winterfell. Bridal style. With plenty of kisses to your head and soft sweet nothings whispered against the crown of your head.

Now, if you broke a bone, or injured yourself in a way that meant you need lots of rest, maybe even lots of bed rest? Best believe they're not letting you lift a damn finger. And gods help them if you try.

Every morning they help you sit up in bed, keeping the furs tucked around you whilst they do your hair (even if you haven't injured your hands or wrists or anything that prevents you using your hands, they insist on doing your hair). It ends up in a messy braid that has a few strands sticking out — they swear they'll get better before you both have a baby girl.

They also help you dress. Smoothing out the fabric and pulling your stockings up your legs. They also refuse to let you tend to your duties whilst injured. "You don't need to worry about anything 'cept resting and healing, love."

They will however let you sit in their lap whilst they respond to letters or sit at a council/court meeting.

Also them helping you bathe?? Washing your hair and gently washing your body whilst you relax??

I have so many thoughts but this is already too long I fear 😞

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💫✨ Fairy Rhaenyra Looks ✨💫

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Velaryon Baratheon Targaryen

Also made a twitter! Nothing there yet but will probably start posting previous art soon - same name

@/pompodoko

https://x.com/pompodoko?s=21&t=KBXNDSy11UqjOkJpp3BDhw

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“I'm in heaven, right here in your arms.”

Helaena and Aemond by the wonderful @a-atlas-s ♡

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cheeky anon is BACK BABY. I have returned. yes, yes, you’ve all missed me, I know.

so I’m anaemic and I was thinking about specifically my man Jon with an anaemic reader (not that they’d know what it was back then but hear me out)

picture this: The king and queen of the North are having a meeting with a few lords, and she gets up… and fully passes out. dead on the floor. all the lords are of course like gasp! oh no! good heavens! the queen!

and hot boy jon doesn’t even bat an eye 😭 just makes sure she hasn’t bumped her head and props her legs up against Ghost until she comes back to the land of the living. it’s happened so many times that he’s so chill about it now (saying that as if he didn’t start crying the first time it happened)

missed you 😛😛😛

CHEEKY ANONNNNN BAYBEEEEEE 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘 FLOWERS FLOWERS FLOWERS OH FLOWERS AND JOY I MISSED U

and yes omg i can’t 😭 everyone being so worried about you like the collective gasp & people standing up cause they don’t know what to do GOODBYE! and jon’s just cool as ice because this has happened more times than he can count, raising a hand to shush everyone with a small “she’s alright” & ghost is already padding over to be a beautiful leg rest. he’s got your head in his lap and taps your cheek when you finally open your eyes to make sure you stay awake & help get your wits about you. the first time it happened he literally thought you were dying and shouted for help so you woke to half a dozen black brothers surrounding you and arguing about what to do LMAO

“A shame. Was a pretty lady.”

“We should burn her ‘fore she turns.”

“You don’t know if she’s dead, you idiot.”

“She’s not! Look! Look at her chest.”

“Ah, welcome back to the land of the living.”

“She never left, you know.”

“I’d call passing out at least a vacation.”

“Shut up, all of you!”

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Warrior queen Visenya

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How I view Old Valyria in a nutshell

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“Is that why you poisoned him, my lord?” asked the Lord of Winterfell. Though Cregan Stark had no personal history with the Sea Snake, for good or ill, he knew that Lord Corlys had served Rhaenyra as Queen’s Hand, that she had imprisoned him on suspicion of treason, that he had been freed by Aegon II and accepted a seat upon his council . . . only, it would seem, to help bring about his death by poison. “Small wonder you are called the Sea Snake,” Lord Stark went on. “You may slither this way and that but , oh, your fangs are venomous.”

Excerpt from Fire & Blood, “The Hour of the Wolf”