Illness

Illness

Cregan stark × Fem!reader

Warnings:Fluff, super sweet cregan, Illness.

This fic is definitely not me projecting because of how I'll I am currently. Short little drabble.

It was late in the afternoon when The lord of winterfell heard the news of his dear lady-wife falling Ill. He had woken early as he usually did, though this morning he had decided to leave you sleeping soundly in your shared chambers;he spent his whole day in council meetings and in the training grounds.

When you're dearest handmaiden had burst into winterfell council chambers to inform cregan of your illness he had immediately stood up rushing through the halls of the formidable keep toward your shared chambers.

As he entered the room his eyes immediately found you, laid in bed in a delirious state drenched in sweat and sniffling heavy. Your cheeks were a bright pink and your eyes barely open and you flex your aching knees under the covers, one ofyour hands thrown over your forehead as one of your handmaidens attempted to dab your forehead with a cold damp cloth.

“out all of you” Cregan says gruffly, his gaze shifting to the other maids in the room who were running a bathfor your.

They quickly scurry out, the maid who was by your side originally handing him the damp cloth. Your heavy breathing and sniffling wasthe only noise left in the room as he approached you with a softened look on his face, taking a seat beside you and gently placing the cloth on your forhead. His hand comes up to gently caress your face, sighing softly at the hurt of seeingyou in such a state.

“how do you feel, my girl?”he asks, he tone soft yet it still had its usual northern gruffness. He knew the answerto his question already, he just wanted to know you were not completely lost in fever.

“bad”you murmur quietly, a soft cough following your voice. Your weary eyes open a little more, examining the soft look on his face.

“there is a bath drawn, should you wish to get in it. I'll have some soup brought to you” she says, wipingyour sweat drenched hair from your forehead.

You contemplate for a moment, your head turning to the large copper bathtub in the center of the room. You groan at the though of relaxing your aching limbs in the steamy water. Nodding slightly, you wearily swing your legs over the edge of the bed, taken small and shaky steps toward the tub. Cregan stands behind you his arm barely on your back as he attempts to steady your steps, quick to help you tie your hair back and strip of your nightgown;he holds his hand out assisting you in sinking yourself into the tub before leaning at the side, his hand still intertwined with yours.

You lean your head against the copper tub, sinking fully into the water with a large sigh. Cregan hands you a glass of water,and you sip it quickly as if you had not ever drank water.

“you must rest well, my love”he whispersto you, his hand running throughyour hair gently.

You looked at cregan with a gracious smile, thankful for his presence beside you more than ever. You knew this was going to be a long and aching time of sickness but you were just glad cregan was by your side as he always promised he would be.

Short and sweet as alway, hope yall enjoy it. Yknow the drill please send asks in if you have them❤.

Sincerely, V.carmen.

- anon

i saw your introduction and that you were happy to take requests/asks and i know you did preface that you weren't used to writing smut and that's a–okay i just have an idea which is stuck in my head about Aemond Targaryen

fem!reader (not !niece/cousin/aunt/sister dynamic) giving Aemond a handjob, can be set in his quarters or the council table and she's spreading his legs, parting his knees and thighs, palming him from outside his clothes, thumbing his tip, tracing the vein under, and squeezing the base when he's about to come! maybe some overstim and edging? and he's not a full sub? like he's allowing reader to be 'on top'/domming him but he can switch it around with a snap of his fingers x also him digging his fingers into the arm–rest/bed sheets (depending on what setting you choose!) and he's letting out short gasps and choked grunts, panting here and there, breathing heavily through his nose etc...

sorry for the long request, i just prefer adding detail so writers, like you, know exactly what to write because i understand how annoying writers block is, also please don't be pressured to do my request – if you don't like it and don't wish to write it that's 100% valid x

Thank you for your request anon!! I hope this is to your liking. it’s a bit short and not particularly good but yeah as I said I'm not entirely used to writing smut lol.

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞, 𝖁.𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓

𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔣

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Betrothed! Reader

warnings: Smut, porn no plot, Handjobs, not proofread.

The days at the red keep were oft gloomy now, the war looming over everyone's head. It had seemingly taken quite the toll on your betrothed, the prince regent Aemond Targaryen, the stress in his eye was evident every time you saw him.

In the past few days, you had seen him very little, a rough comparison of the time you often spent together in the libraries of the red keep. Perhaps that prompted you to visit his chambers this evening, though you surely would not admit that you had missed his presence.

It was late when you snuck into his chambers, dressed in only your nightgown. The fireplace was lit and your eyes found him sitting in an armchair near it. you could sense the stress in the air and wishing to help you made your way over to him, sitting down between his legs.

“My prince, I did not mean to disturb you, tis only that I have missed your presence as of late” you speak with a gentle tone.

He does not respond only humming at your words, his eyes scan over your form for a brief moment.

“I have noticed you are stressed, perhaps I could help,” you say

“And how might you be able to help me?” he questions with a cold and low voice. You tense up at the way he speaks.

“If I may speak plainly, my prince, I could pleasure you..with my hand perhaps,” you say, your voice becoming quiet. you had read of this act earlier in the day, knowing well it would be highly improper of you to give him your maidenhead before you are wed. His eye widens with both surprise and lust as you speak, he contemplates your offer for a moment before nodding.

“I’ll allow it,” he says, his tone still cold. He spreads his legs slightly as your hand moves upward, beginning to palm him through his breeches. His mouth falls open slightly a small moan coming from his lips.

His cock is quick to harden as you reach to unlace his breeches, pulling them down to reveal his leaking length. You wrap your hand around his cock with a firm grip, gently swiping your thumb over the slit in his tip a few times spreading the precum around his length. Your free hand moves to spread his legs further apart as moans and curses fall from his lips, you gently squeeze his length your thumb tracing over the veins that travel along his cock.

“Fuck…” he groans, he leans his head back letting soft moans fall from his lips. his fingers dig into the leather of the armchair and his back arches ever so slightly. you hear his breath become heavier as you fasten the pace at which you stroke his cock. feeling his cock throb heavier than before you pull your hand away for a moment watching his eyebrows furrow, you then return your hand to his length stroking him eagerly as the moans and grunts begin to fall from his lips again.

after a few minutes you begin to feel him throb in your hand, a signal that he is about to cum, you continue with your current pace swiping your thumb over his tip every few seconds. he lets out a broken grunt as ropes of cum shoot from his tip into your palm.

it takes him a few minutes to come down from his high, tucking himself back into his breeches. he smiles at you for a moment.

“I am thankful to you for this, my lady,” he says, his previous cold tone no longer present.

You smile at his statement, “I’m glad to be of service, your grace, I shall make my way back to my chambers now” you say, raising to your feet and giving him a small nod before you turn to leave.

you are surely thankful that your wedding day is fast approaching you think to yourself as you walk through the hallway of the red keep.

𝖁.𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔, 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖘.

𝕴'𝖒 𝖁.𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓.

Welcome to my Tumblr blog! I’m glad to have you here.

I use she/they pronouns for future reference.

You can find my Ao3 account under the same username as this account (Vampyrevogue)

Currently, I am working on an original work but I’ll certainly be glad to take any asks and requests!!

now, that being said I should let you know what I do and don’t write

I write for:

House of the Dragon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Laena Velaryon

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Cregan Stark

This is my main fandom currently, however I am certainly willing to take requests for just about any fandom! but I may not get around to it!

i DO NOT write anything involving pedophilia, non-con, watersports (scat or piss), or anything yucky like that in general

Please send me some requests!! I'm eager to do some writing for you all.

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞, 𝖁.𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓

Hello, everyone.

Sorry for my insane absence (again) I've been quite busy, however lucky for you guys I'm super sick which gives me a great amount if time to write asks so send them in.

the cregan girlies need to he fed more often I think.

On that note, that's my purpose of this post. To get back in track of writing, I'm thinking some cregan stark headcanons.

This is a cregan stark x a reader that is very Helaena coded, because I relate to her on an embarrassing level and I wanna project for a little bit. Yall are gonna see ALOT of I thinks in this post sorry😔

Content: fluff only fluff today sorry yall, but I love that domestic life.

-As much as I think cregan would have a dislike for bugs or insects of any kind he'd definitely put that aside for you.

On that same note, he 100% seems like the type to get you anything and do anything for you;because as we all know northerners are fiercely loyal and the starks are honorable men at that. And cregan is no exception to that.

- He'd so spend so much time with you in any of your favorite spots, the garden even in the dead of night;just to see that contented look on your face when you're at peace.

-i think he'd always have the finest silks and fabrics and jewels he could get his hands on given to you, I just know he loves to spoil you and see your face light up with joy everytime he gives you a gift.

And he LOVES seeing you in any gown that he has made for you.

-i also think he'd be great at detecting your emotions. In a crowded place and you're getting super anxious and fidgety? He knows and he's escorting you to a quiet hallway or room so you can collect yourself.

He definantly cherishes you with all his being and he always makes sure to tell and show you that, he always wants you by his side no matter where he is.

On the other hand of his character, I think he's very possessive of you especially if you're shy and naive of sorts. I feel like if another man would even consider ogling you or touching you he'd immediately have his head on a spike.

He'd definitely defend you and your honor with his entire being, he wont let *anyone* insult you ever.

With that same train of thought, i feel like he'd bring you any mans head if you so wished it. He's that loyal.

Okay you guys that's literally I can conjure up in my little brain at the moment, and I know its insanely rambly and doesnt make much sense infact it's probably not even that great but I hope yall enjoyed it.

~Yours truly, V.carmen

Jacaerys Velaryon still has me in the most severe chokehold ever.

(Please send help)

Hey there, my loves.

I'm close to finishing up my orginal fic for my A03, but in the mean time to keep my 'writing flow' going I'd really appreciate some asks/requests.

Any of the characters on my list would be great!

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞, 𝖁.𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓