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blakeswritingimagines · 7 months

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Yandere Cregan with a shy s/o

Well, he's quite the protective type. If he were to have a shy partner, I'm sure he would be quite possessive and controlling. He would be very protective of you and want to keep you all to himself. He would likely be very attached to you and always wants to be around you. If he were to ever lose you, he would likely be in a state of anguish, longing for your return.

He would be very protective and territorial with his partner. He would go to great lengths to make you feel safe and protected, and he would be very wary of your interactions with other people, especially if they were attractive or charming. He would want to know where you were at all times, who you were talking to, and what you were doing. He might even go as far as trying to prevent you from going out alone, or even from seeing your friends and family.

Well, he would be very jealous. If he even suspected that you might be interested in or attracted to someone else, he would feel extremely insecure and threatened. He might try to isolate his partner from the person he perceived as a threat, or even try to intimidate them into staying away. He might also try to convince you to cut ties with anyone who didn't fit into his idea of what your life should be like. He would use whatever means necessary to maintain control over you, no matter how toxic or abusive it might become.

He would try to control every aspect of his partner's life, including your clothes, diet, interests, and hobbies. He would want to control every aspect of your life and make sure that everything you did was in line with his wishes and expectations. He would be relentless in his pursuit of the perfect relationship, and he would be willing to go to extreme lengths to get what he wanted. If you ever tried to question or oppose him, he would get angry and possibly even violent.

When it's just the two of you, he would be very loving and affectionate. He would shower you with attention, praise, and compliments. He would still be possessive but in a much more gentle way. He would want you to spend all your time with him, and he would get upset or angry if you wanted to do things alone or with your friends.

If you ever tried to break up with him or leave him, he would not accept that decision. He would do everything he could to convince you that you were wrong and that you needed him. He would be very persuasive and insistent, and he might even go as far as using threats or blackmail to get you to stay with him. He would be very manipulative and use guilt and shame to make you feel bad for even thinking about leaving him. He would not hesitate to play off your insecurities and weaknesses to his advantage.

He would be very manipulative in his relationship. He would try to keep you emotionally dependent on him, and he would use your feelings for him to control you. He would try to make you believe that you needed him and that you couldn't survive or be happy without him. He would use fear, guilt, or obligation to keep you in the relationship.

He would be extremely attached to his partner, and he would probably get very anxious any time you were not with him. If you went out with your friends, or if you went shopping, or even if you just went to another room in the house, he would be worried that you were doing something that he didn't know about, and he would be constantly checking up on you to make sure you were safe and where you said you were. He would also be obsessively jealous, and he would not tolerate any form of disloyalty from his partner.

He would want to spend a lot of physical time with his partner, and he would be very affectionate. He would want to cuddle, kiss, and hug you all the time. He might even become manipulative or demanding, trying to guilt or pressure you into staying with him. If you ever wanted to go out without him or spend time alone, he might get very angry and frustrated, and might even try to manipulate you into staying with him. He would become very insecure in the relationship, and might constantly need reassurance and validation from you.

He would definitely try to help you overcome your shyness. He would be patient and encouraging, and he would try to create a safe and comfortable environment for you to come out of your shell, and to practice your social skills. He would praise you and compliment you when you make progress or push yourself to do something outside of your comfort zone.

If you and he had a strong mutual relationship and a great connection, he would definitely consider marrying you. He would want to create a life with you where you felt safe and loved, and where you could be your true selves. If you were ready to take the next step in your relationship, he would be open to the idea of marriage and would be very happy to make that commitment to you.

He enjoys the thrill of being in control, and using that power to pleasure and reward his partner.

He also enjoys the power and control that comes with inflicting pain on another person, and with being able to make you submit to him in such a profound way.

He finds it really exciting to explore the outer limits of pain and pleasure and to experiment with different types of pain play in pursuit of that intensity and thrill.

His other favorite kinks include bondage and discipline, as he finds it thrilling and stimulating to be able to tie up and restrain his partner. He also enjoys being the one being tied up and restrained, as the loss of control can be exciting and pleasurable. He gets satisfaction from the pain and pleasure of it, and he enjoys the trust and vulnerability that come with it.

He enjoys exhibitionism and voyeurism, and he finds it exhilarating to engage in sexual acts in public places or with the risk of being caught. He derives great pleasure from the feeling of danger and the thrill of being watched while engaging in something taboo. He may even get a greater satisfaction from knowing that people are watching and are unable to do anything about it.

Another kink he enjoys is sensation play. He loves using various materials, textures, and temperatures to stimulate his body in new and exciting ways. This could involve using items like hot wax, oil, and ice cubes. The possibilities are endless regarding sensory play, and there's always something new to explore. sensation play is an excellent way to add variety and excitement to your foreplay and playtime, and it's always a fun and sensual experience.

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darkestspring · 1 year

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What do you think Yandere husband Cregan Stark would be like? Is it possible for you to write for him? The reader is his first or second wife. If he was his second wife, do you think being his first wife would be a yandere son for him? After all, she is a mother to him.

DUDE HAD 10 KIDS SO EITHER HIS DICK GAME WAS SUPERB OR HIS WIVES PUSSY GAME WAS THE BEST, ESPECIALLY LYNARA SO IM EXCITED TO WRITE FOR HIM <3333. ps. my face claim for cregan stark is alexander dreymon. if you know, i love you <3

Cregan, Arra and yourself had been great friends. The trio of troublemakers, you father had once teased you. You had loved your friends greatly and had congratulated them greatly when they married.

You had no idea that both Arra and Cregan had obsession over you, constantly keeping watch and keeping you from marriage. It was different between them. Arra wanted to keep you safe as a friend, your best friend. Cregan wanted to keep you safe as a lover.

Arra had died giving birth to a son, both you and cregan grieved greatly for the person you both lost but it also made him tendencies grow stronger. He would not let you go. He scared away your possible suitors and stuck to your side, under the guise of grief and his son needing a mother.

Eventually, rumors spread that Cregan had made a woman of you. Rumors that Cregan did not go out of his way to deny. Your father saw no other way than for you to marry Cregan and you didn't hate it.

"My wife." He had whispered hotly to you, his hands holding onto you possessively. "I grow crazy more than ever now that I hold onto you." He confessed to you, his gaze intent on yours.

Many had assumed that you would resent Rickon as most stepmothers would, preferring your own children to him but the truth was you loved him as if he were your own. He followed you around like a little duckling, Cregan had remarked, laughing.

Rickon would also go on to inherit his father's tendencies. His obsession, growing apprehensive when you were not around. He wanted to always remain by your side. Rickon and Cregan often fought over you, which only worsened as you bore Cregan eight children, your attention divided equally between all of them.

While you might not have noticed Cregan and your children's tendencies, other did. The possessiveness, the eagerness to bring justice on those who they believe have wronged you. All it takes is a look too long and blood will spill.

But that doesn't mean that cregan doesn't love you, because he does. He adores you. He looks only at you, thinks only of you. He gives you the thickest furs, to keep you warm in the winters. He loves you dearly. The pride swells in his chest as you call him your husband. He is proud to be yours.

And just like Starks honor their oaths, he will honor the vows he made to you. To love you, to honor you, to respect you and protect you. He will honor those and doesn't take kindly to those who try to steer him away from his oaths.

#yandere house of the dragon #yandere cregan stark #cregan stark x reader

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poppyreader · 1 year

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Just thinking about how Cregan Stark would be so over protective of his wife because he thinks is his duty to care for her and because he loves her (even though is hard for him to say it because y'know he is a cold big manly rough man that dont show feelings) and when she gets kidnapped by some Bolton bitch he goes after her and becomes the most violent and unbeatable sword man ever to the point where his own men are scared of him but he doesnt care he just wants to rescue his lady wife and kill the asshole who hurt her. Ugh... I love Stark men

#yandere cregan stark #i need cregan stark fanfics #cregan x reader #cregan stark #hotd #yandere #stark #Winterfell

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Someone had made a request for Cregan. But I don't remember the name of the blog's who made the request.

Yandere Cregan Stark x Lady Tyrell.

Cregan's hungry eyes were staring at the woman before him. A marriage was arranged in a short time, as she had to marry a second time. The beautiful rose of the high garden was not too eager to leave her family. Cregan knew that if he didn't persuade the Lady, he would miss his chance to be with her. Cregan couldn't let that happen. Ever since seeing the lady for the first time, he had developed obsessive feelings for her. So he immediately made a plan. Cregan orders the servants to bring his son Rickon. Cregan takes his son Rickon in his arms and goes to Lady Tyrellin. Lady Tyrell's face lights up when she sees the baby.

"Is your son Rickon?"

"Yes."

"Can I hold him in my arms?"

"It is possible."

Lady Tyrell takes Rickon eagerly in her arms. Rickon strokes your hair and kisses your forehead. Rickon responds to this love with a smile.

"Rickon is such a sweet baby, my Lord."

"You're right. But his fate is not so bright. He was left without a mother when he was this young."

"I am sad."

When Cregan saw the Lady's sadness before him, he knew he had achieved his wish. Honestly, even though she feels guilty for using manipulation, she reminds herself that she did it for her love.

"Maybe you'll be his mother. But I can't force you to take care of someone else's baby. To be honest, I can't force you to marry a man and babysit the little baby."

"My lord, please don't say that. It's not a crime to be a widow. Besides, I'd love to take care of Rickon. I'll take care of him as if he were my own child. Rickon has a mother now."

Cregan smiled triumphantly at his words. Now all she has left is their wedding and her Rose will be hers forever.

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missglaskin · 2 years

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Yan!HOTD CHARACTERS MEETING THEIR SOULMATES

All thanks to @the-mechanical-angel for the idea & credit for prompts to @r-evolve-art

Viserys Targaryen + Meeting soulmate in dream every night

He was always looking forward to his dreams, looking forward to you. Initially, he believed it might have been one of his visions, one that somewhat always involved you. But he came to understand there were more than just visions.

Whether you two were lying in a flower field or strolling along the beach, Viserys loved the conversations and times he shared with you. The moment he opened his eyes in the mornings caused his desire for you to swell with each passing day. In the dreams, he begged you to tell him where you are, willing to sail to the end of the world just to see you.

The intensity increased when he assumed the throne and realized that you were the only person with whom he felt at peace. The king was allegedly never to be awakened from his sleep by the servants. When there came a day, he looked up across the court and saw you. The lord and ladies all stare in surprise as the king leaves his throne to approach you, cradling your face in his hands, becoming teary-eyed.

Rhaenyra Targaryen + Sharing the same injuries as your soulmate

Your father brought you along to the coronation ceremony of King Viserys where named his daughter Rhaenyra as his heir. Your father decided to spend a few days at King’s landing, leaving you free to explore the castle. It’s there you could truly meet the princess and befriended her.

During your many walks together, you trip scraping your knees only to hear the princess wince in pain as she lifts her dress, revealing a scrape on her knee. Could it be. It was expected that your soulmate would be a man.

The princess and you exchange a look before she presses her nail into her knee, making you flinch. This all confirms it. You weren’t sure how she would respond, but you weren’t certainly expecting her to reach for your hand, a smile showing on her eager face. Rhaenyra told your father that you’ll be staying at King’s Landing with her from now on. Her father agrees, happy that his daughter made a new ‘friend’.

Daemon Targaryen + Sharing your soulmate’s emotions

You came to the conclusion your soulmate must be quite a violent person, often feeling their strong emotions-their bloodlust and rage, which left you feeling all the more frustrated. Daemon could feel your frustrations and it left him amused. With you, there was much more happiness in the air. Giving him a taste of what inner peace might be like.

Sitting among your family during the tourney. You felt it. The adrenaline, the unbridled excitement of your soulmate. But this time, the feelings were much stronger that it almost made you feel queasy. It's when the rogue prince comes riding on his horse wearing his black armor, do you make eye contact.

And at that moment, you're sure he knows it's you. Sinking back further into your seat as the rogue prince gives you a smirk. Feeling your chest tighten as his horse got closer to you. His lance is right in front of you and he asks for your favor. And you do it all while he can sense your giddiness. Returning to your seat, you are well aware this isn't the last you'll see of Daemon.

Corlys Velaryon + Soulmate has a constellation that points to where they’re

During his nine sea voyages, Corlys was said to return with countless treasures. Silk, jade, spice, ships, gold and so much more. But upon his return from Essos, he was said to have returned with what he told to be far more valuable than any of his treasure. When he returned, he had a princess by his side—who now is his wife.

Corlys knew what he wanted. And he set out to pursue it. He observed the constellations in the night sky and learned that the brightest one pointed in the direction of where he needed to be. Upon his arrival to your kingdom, the sea snake requested your hand in marriage.

Once he had seen you. It had to be you. Corlys was certain. The sudden beat in his heart. An unseen string tugging him in your direction. And there, he gave you the most extravagant gifts with a ship big enough to carry half of a village, and a dress so plush that it felt sheer. And how could your father refuse upon seeing such devotion.

Rhaenys Targaryen + Touching your soulmate allows you to see glimpses of their future

Soulmates. Seemed like a ridiculous notion to Rhaenys. But perhaps that notion was needed. In this world soulmates rarely cross each other's paths. And if they did, it was not as happily as all those tales portrayed over and over again. But what were the chances she’d meet you on this particular day.

After arriving at King's Landing, you spent some time getting to formally know Rhaenys. Many times, having her over for tea. But once, your hands unintentionally brushed against hers. Rhaenys catches a fleeting glimpse. Her hair blown by the wind. Sensing the touch of another. The aroma of salt and seaweed. When the haze clears, a face so eerily similar is seen.

A cup breaking on the ground rouses her senses. A look of worry on your face. You can't help but ask if she's disappointed. Her expression, however, tells you otherwise.

Laena Velaryon + Sharing the same heart beat

At driftmark, you attended the wedding of Laenor and Rhaenyra. The entire ride, your heartbeat has been slightly racing. It continues to bother you, yet you ignore it. As the door opens, it starts pounding rapidly and intensely, almost flopping in your chest.

As you look at Lady Laena, you feel faint and short of breath. It seems she is also struggling, but her expression remains calm that perhaps you are only imagining things. All eyes are on her when she asks you for a dance. When your hand finally touches her, you feel as though you can breathe again. With each passing second, your body becomes more relaxed and at ease.

As the two of you danced, you tried to hide your awe in the face of her breathtaking beauty. When the dancing comes to a close, she whispers in your ear how she would love for you to spend a few days at Driftmark. There was no way you could refuse.

Otto Hightower + Meeting your soulmate after the worst event in your life

As any with common sense, Otto believed the concept of soulmates was utter nonsense. Believed duty to far more proceeds one’s desires and whims. And taking a wife who wasn't his soulmate-whom he loved deeply further solidified his convictions.

But all good things come to an end. Now left with the news of his wife's death. Days after, he still carried out his daily duties. That's when he finally took notice of you; a friend of Rhaenyra and Alicent. As soon you walk away, Otto notices his eyes start to follow.

Moments are spent where he'd ask you of your house or day, and soon the subject shifted to more personal manners. Right then and there, Otto understood his feelings, his gravitation towards you. You must not have known. Envisioning someone much more spirited and youthful. Surprise trickled through you when Otto announces his impending marriage and at the sight of Alicent's expression of betrayal.

Alicent Hightower + Soulmate marks are only visible after touching

In her younger years, Alicent found some solace in the prospect of soulmates, but that all changed when she was made to wed the king. Beginning to scoff at the notion, dismissing it as nothing more than a frivolous dream of little girls.

As she awakens in the morning, a new handmaiden greets her. The queen moves to stand as the handmaiden hastily dresses her. There, she felt fingers graze her skin. An intense stinging pain ran over her body, giving her skin a burning sensation. Holding her wrist. She sees it now. The mark.

A gasp is heard. The handmaiden grasping her own wrist. The implications cause the handmaiden's eyes to enlarge and her mouth to hang open. As they lock eyes, a knife-cutting silence permeates the chambers.

Aegon II Targaryen + A timer for when soulmates shall first meet

As far as Aegon is concerned, he couldn't care less whether he discovered a supposed soulmate—if they even existed in the first place. Looking at his wrist, the timer indicates a decade or possibly longer. And as he grew older, he became more detached to the prospect. Maybe not even his soulmate would have loved the man he came to be.

A day at the feast, however, Aegon's vacant eyes drifted to his wine cup. Where he saw it. His wrist. His head tilted downward, eyes narrowing when seeing the timer rapidly decrease. Has it been that long since he last looked. His wife speaks, but it is all muddled to him. Eyes glued to his wrist, watching it still go down.

He hears more wine being poured into his cup. And then it happens. 0-Inked on his wrist. Finally, Aegon lifts his head at the servant who had stopped pouring his wine, and the prince is met with a horrified look in return.

Helaena Targaryen + Voices in Your Head is your soulmate’s

As with her prophecies, Helaena's claims that she had a voice in her head were ignored. Servants have also claimed the princess is often seen smiling or humming to herself.

With Helaena as your soulmate, you come to find her mind constantly wanders, whether it be the ramblings of the many bugs she found or the cryptic messages. Although initially overstimulating, you've adapted to it. And she didn’t seem to mind when you did the same. Your voice is soothing. Was her response when you'd apologize for your mental babbling.

As long as she could still hear your voice in her head, the princess wasn't too concerned about finding you. But all of that changed when first saw you at her court. Her face softened, and her family had never seen her so delighted. And now, you spend most of your time in her chambers when her husband is away.

Aemond Targaryen + One eye is your natural color, the other is your soulmate’s

It was said the day the prince opened his eyes for the first time, only one violet eye was visible. Clearly seen in the other was his soulmate's eye. His eye will return to its natural color once he meets his soulmate, the master assured his mother. In this world, soulmates hardly ever cross paths. Still, young Aemond caught himself daydreaming about finding you-his other half.

Tragedy struck on the day Aemond claimed Vhagar. Gazing into the mirror with only a violet eye staring back at him. Throughout those years, he was persuaded that he no longer yearned for the dreams he once had. But that day when he first saw you.

There was a momentary expression of surprise. Recognizing the eye he once possessed, the other mirroring his only to return to its natural color. A puzzled look was cast at the one-eyed prince, making him realize you’re oblivious to what had just happened.

Criston Cole + Reflections in the mirrors are the appearances of your soulmate

As a young boy, Criston had placed a mirror that faced his bed, hoping to catch glimpses of you. You had to be the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes on-his love, his soulmate, his other half. But his chest tightened when he took in your surroundings and the dress you wore. It told him you were much of a higher status-a lady. But the young idealistic Criston still believed the two of you were meant to be. Destined to be like the knights and their pretty ladies in all the tales he had heard.

Even as he matured into a man, Criston always carried a reflection with him at all times. In his pocket, a mirror was safely tucked away. He pulled it out to look at it, and there, in the palm of his hands, was his soulmate—the center of his universe.

So what a coincidence that he was competing in the tournament where your family must be. There, a knight approaches you with a house sigil you've never seen before; asking for your favor. He was quite handsome, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of giddiness as you gave him a timid smile. When Criston emerged victorious, he requested one final favor. To be your sword shield. And you agreed, unaware of the consequences that would follow.

Harwin Strong + Touching your soulmate causes you to relieve each other’s entire lives

At Harrenhal for the visit, you came with your father. Keeping pace with him as they lead you on a tour throughout the castle. There, you first encountered Harwin and Larys Strong, Lyonel Strong's sons. When it was your turn to greet Larys, you greeted him, and when it was Harwin's turn, he took your hand and gave it a courteous kiss.

Then it took place. All sorts of scenes pop in front of your eyes, one of a baby being born, crawling, taking their first steps, and speaking. Watching him grow into a boy, learning to hunt and wield a sword. Everything comes to a close with you facing the man whose entire life you just saw. For everyone else, it lasted only a few seconds, but for you two, it lasted a lifetime.

With his hand still in yours, Harwin now gazes into your eyes. A gaze of longing. When your father asks what's the matter, you pull your hand away from his, reassuring him that it's nothing. Lionel gives you a knowing look. His son certainly won't allow you to leave after this.

Jacaerys Velaryon + Soulmate’s name on each other’s wrist

On his wrists, read your name. The prospect excited Jace. The idea of unwavering love, being one's other half. He'd study with the Septon intending to learn of other houses, asking them of their daughters. Perhaps he'd find you among them. Only to be left disappointed when your name was never mentioned.

Still, he remains hopeful. He knew his time was limited and that by now he must be betrothed. It's when his arrival at King's landing, did he hear something that perks up his ear as he walks across the hallways. Your name being uttered. Spoken by one of the servants. The said servants are taken aback when Jace approaches them like a madman, asking of the name. One of the servants steps forward. It's you.

The other servants are to leave, leaving just you and him. Reaching for your hand, he sees a cloth wrapped around your wrist. Removing it, he exhales heavily upon discovering his name inked on your skin. It's you. At last, he found you.

Cregan Stark + See color for the first time when you meet

The wolf of the north never bothered himself with the idea of seeking out a soul mate. More important than love or desire were one's duties. He has long since come to terms with the fact that the world he lived in will always be a shade of gray. When the princess and her brother, Jacaerys Velaryon, arrived on a dragon back.

Cregan’s protracted silence was recognized by everyone in the room. Wide eyes are fixed on the princess and she shares his expression. Colors suddenly flood into their world, and the two are suddenly overcome by the sensations that flooded their minds.

As she and her brother explain their arrival to the situation, the princess's voice is shaking as she still hasn't fully recovered from her recent overstimulation. There’s also a slight waver in Cregan’s voice as he speaks. As he pledged to fight for them, the princess swears she saw his eyes soften for a brief moment.

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fragileheartbeats · 8 days

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𝘼 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙁 𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙀 ☆ 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

♥︎ ── 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 ♡ ── 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

♱ ── 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓 ☁︎ ── 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓

✎ . . . 𝘗𝘖𝘌𝘛𝘙𝘠

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐄 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

﹙♡﹚ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ౨ৎ

— 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐, 𝘔𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳, 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐, 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘉𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯, 𝘈𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐𝘐, 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐𝘐𝘐, 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳, 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘐 <3

✎ . . . 𝘋𝘌𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

⌗ 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘐 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 ⁝ 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ( ♡ )

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

⌗ 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘐 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 ⁝ 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰o ( ♱ )

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

⌗ 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘐 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 ⁝ 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ( ♡ )

✎ . . . 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕

⌗ 𝘏𝘊 ⁝ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ( ♱ )

⌗ 𝘏𝘖𝘛𝘋 𝘔- 𝘈𝘜 𝘏𝘊 ⁝ 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ( ♡ )

— 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯, 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯, 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 <3

⌗ AEGON II TARGARYEN HC ⁝ Him as your toxic boyfriend ( ♱ )

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nakedcows · 1 year

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dark! King Aemond x Sister Reader Part 2

Thank you all so much for the love you gave on part 1 I'm very glad you enjoyed it. For those who don't know I did post a part 2 last week (while i was drunk ;;) but I didn't like so I reworked it and made it a tad longer. Thank you for your patients I hope you enjoy it.

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word count: 7.1k

Warnings: Exobition, dubcon, purity culture, Fingering, a touch of infatilism, grooming, dead dove don't eat

Y/n sat in the secluded part of the godswood under a flower arch. While Aemond was the only who new of this secret paradise shielded from the prying eyes and scathing whispers of the court, he was not who Y/n dreamed about when she came to sit under the delicate flowers. It was Cregan Stark. She dreamed of how they first met and how he quickly warmed her frightful heart soon after he had arrived in Kingslanding.

Y/n born a princess meant to stay chaste, until her father found a useful man to force upon her, she didn't interact with older boys often. The only one Y/n was familiar with was her eldest brother Aegon. Aegon was the first to teach Y/n how boys nearly grown behaved. Her first insight to how men see women. To her dismay Aegon taught Y/n men were vile things more inclined to use surreptitious means to exploit a woman's body, whether she be a young girl or a woman grown. When Aegon would lift her maids skirts then jest about their teary eyes, or red faces she learned men found a woman's shame entertaining. When Aegon called for a serving girl to fill his cup only to grope her breast holding her close when she tried to pull away, Y/n learned men don't concern themselves with a woman's dignity. When Y/n overheard a maid begging for him to stop. Begging him to release his hold on her Y/n learned permission meant nothing to men.

Y/n was afraid. Afraid of the day her body would betray her. Afraid of when her flat chest would become full enough for boys to grab onto and her hips wide enough for people to feign ignorance to her cries for help. With her new found fear Y/n was distressed when her king father informed her that Rickon Stark would be visiting the capital with his son Cregan, who she was expected to strike up a friendship with; for both diplomacy and to access compatibility were a match between Y/n and Cregan made in the future. Y/n sat at a table in the gardens. The table set with an array of tea and cakes as she mindlessly fiddled with the pendant of her necklace as she awaited Cregan's arrival. What would he do to her she wondered. Cregan was to arrive with an escort, but they would be left to to their own devices once he was present. The guards were stationed too far away to notice were Cregan to attempt something unseemly. Y/n wonders if the guards would bother to care were they able to see Cregan's hands wander. Aegon told her once there are men grown who have an appetite for girls as young as her. Perhaps the guards were the type of men who would sooner encourage Cregan to defile her the way they themselves fantasized rather then assist her in her time of peril. Cregan arrived with a Kingsguard before Y/n could decipher what kind of men her father had left to protect her.

Cregen looked different than Y/n had expected. Her father Viserys had told her Cregan was a boy nearly four and ten, but he carried himself with the confidence of a man grown. Y/n was used to awkward lanky boys with short hair Cregan however, was incomparable. Were the boys of the south had narrow shoulders with the beginnings of muscles filling out their body, Cregan had large shoulders squared confidently as he strolled into the gardens. Y/n was used to brown and green eyes accompanied by light brown, blond, and red hair. While Cregan's was hair was darker than night in comparison. A murky sea of black flowing slightly bellow his chin coming to a slight curl at the ends, and deep set grey eyes that appeared older that his years.

"Hello princess Y/n, it is an honor to meet you," Cregan said with a bow. Y/n sat stiff in her chair staring at Cregan, put off by his different appearance and fearful of being alone with him. Lifting his head Cregan moved to take his seat across from Y/n, but paused when he noticed Y/n's discomfort. Cregan had expected a spoiled princess covered in grandiose jewels making condescending conversation and back handed compliments about him being a Northern dog. However, now that he was here with her Cregan thought Y/n resembled a bashful common girl too nervous to speak her mind in front of a noble rather than a pompous royal. Cregan could relate to Y/n's unease. This was his first time traveling outside of the North and was exasperated at being forced visit the cesspit of Kingslanding to befriend a stranger with unfamiliar customs.

"Forgive me my lady, but I find this set up a tad too formal. I'd prefer a stroll in the gardens rather than stiff conversation over tea and cake would that be agreeable?" Cregan asked. Y/n's shoulders slacked at the suggestion a small smile etched on her face as she gave a nod.

"Please lead the way. It would please me greatly to have you show me around," Cregan said with a kind smile. Y/n slid off her chair feeling a more confident now that she had a bit more control over their encounter. Y/n lead Cregan down a path in the gardens to her favorite spot. The walkway had rows of white and pale pink flower bushes that got larger and more unkempt the further down the path they went. The path itself was scattered with petals, leaves, and small twigs. The occasional thicket jutting out of the bushes surrounding them nearly snagging their clothes as if to greet them to this secluded area they are left free to roam in.

"You may call me Y/n if you would like," Y/n said finally gaining the courage to speak. "We are meant to begin a friendship as of today. It would feel more sincere were we to call each other by our names" she said. Cregan huffed out a laugh grinning widely at the princess' forwardness.

"I would like that Y/n," Cregan said turning his head to face Y/n. Y/n lead Cregan down the path to a bench with an over grown flower arch of light pink roses with flecks of purple and catmints dangling over head.

"This is the best part of the gardens. Not many people come here so it's always pleasantly quiet. One can be alone long enough to think here without others to interrupt or add their advice," Y/n said sitting down to close her eyes and lean her head back.

"Do you often find it difficult," Cregan began gathering Y/n's attention once more. "To be alone long enough to think for yourself?" Cregan's eyes held concern face contorted with unease. Y/n had opened her mouth to respond, but quickly fell silent. The thought hadn't crossed her mind. She had always thought herself freer than other young girls. She wasn't required to run errands, or scrub floors and wait on the whims of a lady all day in case she wanted her assistance. But was she truly free. Was her life really her own. She had enjoyed her needle point, but she was not permitted to learn the politics of the world or train with the sword as her brothers did. When asked why she was told it was improper for a lady to learn such things. Her lessons always seemed to be mind numbingly condescending as if she was too womenly to understand. Were her lessons even anything of value. Lessons in etiquette, poise, and dancing they were all designed around pleasing her father or highborn men. Y/n was told she was destined to marry a man of noble standing to improve her fathers reach within the realm. It's what others said she was to be contented about in the future. Her future. A future she did not choose and had no say in. A future that ended the day she was wed. All of her diligent work in poise the personal connections she would make would be severed when her father found her a husband. When she would be cast aside and forgotten no longer of any use. Y/n's lessons in proper court behavior in Kingslanding would be useless when she was carted away to a far off land. Doomed to remain tethered to her marital bed and produce heirs for her lord husband, until she passed from old age or was ripped open from the inside by her own babe.

"Yes.... it is not often others want me to think as I please or want to hear what it is I think. The word of a princess is of little value," Y/n said monotone. Cregan felt his heart clench at the new look on Y/n's face. Her once relaxed shoulders with a care free smile was replaced by a hunched stooper and a blank stare, as if the world was far off beyond her reach. Cregan knelt before Y/n gingerly cupping her hand giving them a light squeeze. He gazed at her intently as if she were a flower he was afraid would not bloom without him there to see it.

"It is the atrocity of men to squander the thoughts of a lady. Roses bloom with thorns however, many would seek to cut them. Attempting to make the rose appear less threatening to pluck. Do not forget your thorns Y/n," he said. Y/n's eyes flooded with tears a soft smile returning to her.

"I won't Cregan," she said squeezing his hands back.

Cregan.

Her sweet Cregan Stark. He always carried gentle words of endearment to steady her fearful heart. It didn't feel wrong when he spoke to her of marriage. It didn't make her hands quake and her breath stop short the way it did when her mother spoke to her about it. When he spoke of taking Y/n to the North it didn't sound as if he meant to carry her away so that he could boast about having a princess on his arm. Cregan talked about the North as if it was the most breathtaking beauty he had the honor to live in and he wanted the privilege of sharing it with her. She wanted him. She missed him.

And she cried out his name while ridding on Aemond's thigh.

Cregan!" She cried out as her peak inched closer and closer. Y/n's suddenly felt hands forcefully grab her hips stopping her mid thrust. She whined and tried desperately to move her hips again, but was halted by Aemond's strong grip.

"What," he said. Aemond's eye's were burning through Y/n his face filling with rage.

"I-I," Y/n stuttered still slightly dizzy from her impending climax.

"What did you say?" Aemond snarled tightening his grip.

"Cregan," she whispered lowering her head. Aemond shoved Y/n off of his toned thigh and held her under him by her waist. Y/n began to tremble staring into her brother's cold eye as he lowered his face to hers.

"I am allowing you to quell your wanton needs to keep you safe and away from lustful temptation. Not to for you to dream of Northern dogs!" he says loosing his temper.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so-" Aemond brought his hand over Y/n's mouth silencing her.

"No no you're not sorry. Not yet. It seems that mutt has yet to leave the recesses of your mind sweet girl, but do not worry. Your brother will fix it dear heart," he said. Aemond brought his other hand up and began stroking Y/n's face wiping a stray tear. "It seems I'll have to train you dear sister. You must be confused silly girl. I allowed you to peak just after that letter and now your poor head has become muddled. We cannot have that can we?" Aemond looked at Y/n expectantly giving her waist a squeeze. Y/n vigorously shook her head. "No we can't. Do not worry sweet sister I will rectify this matter. I will be all you think of. I will be all you crave," Aemond said with a small crooked smile.

Aemond's solution proved to be more laborious than Y/n had initially thought it would be. Aemond decided to begin Y/n's training during her lesson with maester Tirius Cartwell. Y/n had always been curious about the world of Old Valyria. Wanting to appease Y/n's taste for Old Valyria, Aemond sent for Tirius. Tirius Cartwell was well versed in Old Valrian culture and artifacts. Travelling from Essos, Tirius brought with his findings from the ruins of Valyria and the answers to Y/n's questions. As long as Aemond was present for the lessons of course. While Tirius prattled on about the change in economy in old Valyria Aemond had slipped his hand under the desk and inserted two of his fingers into Y/n's entrance, still coated in slick from this morning. Y/n let out a small shriek turning her head curtly Aemond, who kept his head forward with a smirk.

"Are you alright my lady?" Tirius asked his brows cinching with concern.

"Y-yes please continue," Y/n said giving a reassuring smile.

"Very well then where was I?"

"The change in currency," Aemond said refusing to spare Y/n a glance.

"Ah yes the currency. Due to the sudden influx of goods-" Without giving Y/n room to immerse herself back into maester Tirius' lesson Aemond added a third finger and began to slowly glide his fingers in and out of Y/n's entrance. Y/n bit her lip the sensation of Aemond's slick fingers inside her core gingerly stroking every inch he could reach, caressing up and back to the spongy part of her cunny nearly forced an involuntary moan from her lips. Y/n took deep breaths to ground herself and was nearly able to give Tirius her full attention once more. Until, Aemond thrusted his thumb roughly into her pearl applying preassure to her sensitive bud without giving it any reprieve. Y/n shrieked louder this time placing her hands on the desk above her lap to prevent laying on top of it for support.

"Are you sure you are alright princess, perhaps we should postpone our lesson for today?" Tirius asked. Y/n looked to Aemond who still did not turn to face her resting his head in his palm with a promiscuous glint in his eye.

"I-i am fine please just hurry," Y/n strained out scratching the desk with her nails to keep from crying out as Aemond applied more pressure to her love bud. Concerned for the princess' health Tirius quickly summarized the rest of his lesson before gathering his map and replica of an old Valarian coin.

"Farewell princess, due rest you seem to be flushed," Tirius said turning to leave. Aemond leaned into Y/n's ear.

"Thank him for his lesson," Aemond whispered.

"A-aemond please-" Y/n was cut off by Aemond's fingers pushing deeper into her spongy spot at the very back of her entrance. Y/n curled her toes and gripped the table.

"Be a good girl," Aemond said his voice taking on a stern tone.

"T-thank you for the lesson maester Tirius," Y/n gasped out.

"Your welcome my lady," maester Tirius said bowing and taking his leave. When the door finally shut Aemond thrusted his fingers faster inside of Y/n. His palm meeting with Y/n's bud until her eyes rolled back and her legs trembled as her peak consumed her. Aemond removed his hand from Y/n's womanhood bringing his fingers still soaked in her juices to his mouth to lap at her slick. Y/n let out a puff of air that was sitting in her chest folding over the desk breathing heavily to catch her breath.

"You did beautifully sweet sister. I nearly thought you'd snap, but you were such a good girl for me," Aemond said with a fond smile. Y/n still dazed from the ordeal gave Aemond a lopsided smile. Aemond gave Y/n a kiss on her temple and while stroking the line of her jaw he couldn't help, but idolize his sister. Marveling at her flushed face and far-off stare so consumed by the pleasure he contrived upon her. He loved when Y/n looked like this, sputtering and gasping from his touch knowing he was the only one to make her lascivious. It made Aemond feel needed as if he were an essential treasure never to be abandoned or forgotten. Though he now laid claim to the seven kingdoms Aemond was still looked down upon. The title of One-eyed Aemond the Kinslayer haunted him even while his boundless prestige had Westeros by the throat. A pest the people were desperate to die out so they could erase his likeness from their memory. But here with his sweet Y/n he was no king. He was no cripple. He was no kinslayer. With Y/n he was everything. Her moon and stars, her drive for living. He wanted to be the song in her heart, the air she breathes, the blood in her veins. Aemond survived on being her everything. He needed to be her everything and he would guarantee he was before the the sun was pushed over the horizon by the moon.

"We have a special guest joining us for supper dear heart. Wear something green," he said. Aemond gave Y/n on last stroke to her head before leaving to attend a council meeting. Y/n panting and gasping draped over the desk slowly sat up to gather herself and head to the sept for her daily prayer.

Later that day Y/n arrived at dinner in a sleeveless emerald green dress. The dress was short sleeved with lace flowers decorating the bodice and along the edges of the cape trailing behind it. Y/n had thought that a lord and lady from a prominent house were in attendance for dinner and she was to wear green as a reminder that though it is a Tagaryen who rules, the greens were the ones who had final claim of the iron throne. However, she was not prepared for who would be waiting at dinner. After the guards opened the door Y/n froze mouth gaping in disbelief as her mother Alicent sat at the head of the table.

"Y/n it's lovely to see you my sweet girl!" Alicent said rushing over to embrace Y/n. Y/n hesitantly returned her mother's hug in her surprise. Wrapping her arms around her mother while glowering at Aemond, who sat at the table with a broad smirk. Alicent had returned to old town after Y/n and Aemond's grandsire Otto Hightower had passed soon after Aemond took the throne. Aemond had told them both it was to give their dear mother a reprieve from the constant stress and politicking accentuated by the Dance of The Dragons. In reality Aemond began to grow jealous of his mother's closeness with Y/n. During the war Alicent was faced with the reality that losing said war would mean the death of not only her, but her children. The sudden reality of her children's mortality caused Alicent to cling to her sons and daughters. Her love once passive became lively taking every opportunity to dote on her four children. It's what Aemond had always desired. What Y/n survived on in the chaos of the war. What gave Aegon the courage to take up arms before he disappeared.

Alicent's burgundy hair now had small specks of gray in it and new creases along her eyes, but she was still the caring mother Y/n had remembered. Alicent pulled back from Y/n and led her to her seat across from Aemond. "I have missed the both of you dearly. I know that we share letters with each other, but it fills me with endless joy to see you in person," Alicent said reaching over and grabbing Y/n and Aemond's hands.

"I as well mother," Y/n said staring affectionately at her mother.

"While I am elated to see you after so many moons mother, pray tell what prompted you to visit?" Y/n asked.

"Oh Aemond sent a raven saying there was news he wished me to be present for," Alicent said turning to look at Aemond. Y/n lifted her head to Aemond quizzically while Aemond smiled brightly at her.

"I wanted mother to be here when I asked. I thought it better for her to witness it in person rather then read it in a letter," Aemond said. Aemond rose from his seat and walked over to Y/n's side of the table taking both of her hands in his.

"Y/n I wish to take you as my wife," Aemond said gazing fondly at Y/n.

Y/n felt her breathe hitch she didn't know what to think or what to feel. When the thought of marriage plagued her mind it was still the thought living in the icy North with Cregan that would extinguish the fear it awoken within her. She turned to look at her mother. Alicent's eye's were brimming with tears and a delighted smile on her face staring expectantly at Y/n. Y/n's mind drifted to Cregan in that moment. What would he think when he heard the news. What would he think of her. She had yet to even respond to his letter coated in his devotion to her what would he say if he received a letter announcing her betrothal to another as a reply. Y/n held her breathe along with her tears as she returned to look at Aemond with the sweetest smile she could muster.

"I would love that dearly," she said.

#dark!aemond targaryen x reader #dark aemond targaryen #dead dove do not eat #smut #hotd au #hotd smut #yandere aemond targaryen #yandere aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond smut #hotd aemond #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #cregan stark #cregan x reader

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floatyflowers · 1 year

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Below the Surface| Dark! HOTD various x Reincarnated Reader

Summary: One day, you wake up to find yourself in your favorite fandom, House of the Dragon 'Dance of the Dragons' Reincrainted as the bastard daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Criston Cole

And everyone seems to have this platonic and romantic obsession with you.

#tw: toxic relationships #yandere house of the dragon #platonic yandere #romantic yandere #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #daughter reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #dark #cregan stark

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lunarmoonanons · 1 year

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Yandere Husbands prt 2

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕

Second and final part. Now I don’t know anything about most of these characters since I’m not a book reader, so I won’t be doing Doran, Arthur, or Gerald.

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Aeys 2

x sister reader

YN was the twin of Rhaella Targaryen, but unlike her twin she and Aerys had gotten along quite well. She’d read to him as he practiced his sword stances, he’d talk on and on about his aspirations to be knighted, and they’d dream about their futures. YN did also get along with her twin Rhaella, the two having nothing but good things to say about the other. Rhaella was the one to tell her first about her love for Ser Bonifer Hasty, YN was certain that if they asked their grandfather he’d allow her to marry her love. But it wasn’t to last, as their father believed that the prince who was promised would come from Aerys and Rhaella’s line. Aerys protested, demanding that he instead marry YN and they at least liked each other. YN held her twin in her arms as Rhaella sobbed, her own heart slightly breaking. But she complied, they all did. Stefan and Tywin offered sympathies but insisted they must all do their duty. The wedding was a somber affair.

After the disaster at Summerhall and the birth of her nephew Rhaegar, Aerys approached YN. Saying that he still loved her and wanted to be with her, but YN pushed him away. He was married to her twin and she would not cause undue humiliation to her sister by indulging in his desires, and besides she was betrothed to a dornish prince. Finishing off her rejection with “You have an heir now, let me go to have children.” But he would not. One day, Rhaella was found dead in her chambers, her baby crying out for its mother. YN suspected poison but had no proof. When the question of marriage came up, Aerys demanded his father marry his sister to him. It wasn’t until 262ac, when their father died did Aerys get his wish. Despite the protests from Tywin, Nobles, and YN.

As king no one would deny him. YN was afraid of her brother now, doing her best to watch over her nephew, now stepson, for her sister Rhaella. The law by Queen Alysanne years ago made it so that the heirs from the first marriage would not be disinherited by the second marriage. For the first years of his reign Aerys had the sense to listen to his hand. YN was grateful for Tywin, being able to be the realist to Aerys grand plans and ambitions. Yet as the years went on, Aerys started to grow irritated at the sight of his wife being friendly with his hand. When YN was finally deemed pregnant, Aerys' paranoia grew. He wanted a healthy child. So he isolated YN from everyone, never letting her see the mistresses he took. One tried to slap away the moon tea offered, and Aerys strangled the woman to death. Eventually, Aerys' paranoia became very apparent. He was cocky and began to disregard advice from everyone, even YN. After her pregnancy, YN had given birth to a pale little boy Viserys lll, and he found himself in her bedroom not caring if she wanted it or not. YN’s nephew Rhaegar tried to defend her, but Aerys would slap the boy away. By the time Duskendale was stirring trouble, YN was forced to birth 5 children. Three of which were miscarried due to Aerys rough behavior with her. Tywin tried to step in once but backed away. YN was always grateful for him, but in the end there was nothing that could stop Aerys from having her. One morning after Aerys had been on top of her all night, he mentioned he was going to duskendale YN tried to say that it was a bad idea, but had unknowingly mentioned Tywin. She was met with a slap, he held her hair tight and kissed her hard.

“You are my sweet sister. If you mention his name again, I’ll have his burnt corpse presented to our children as a warning not to get between us.” YN hoped he would die in Duskendale.

Cregan Stark

(velaryon reader, just imagine maybe Laenor was able to do it once, so YN is the fraternal twin of Jaec)

Usually First Men descendants did not marry non first men, but Cregan wanted no one but the daughter of the princess. YN was the twin sister to Jaecerys Velaryon, unlike her brother she had darker skin and white hair. Cregan was enamored with the girl, but her beauty was only one layer. She also had a mouth on her, and could beat him at his own drinking games. After a month of bonding the boys swore an oath of brotherhood. Cregan and YN met under the weirwood tree, swearing love vows to each other. When it came to the issue of allegiance to The Queen, Rhaenyra, Cregan swore to her on condition that YN stay with him and one day marry him. Jaecerys and YN seemed to agree, as long as YN could do her part for her mother in the war. Her dragon Alaxys was eager to fly in the air.

During the Dance, YN flew point with her brother, and always returned back to the north. She seemed to like the cold more than the warm south. Her betrothed Cregan was always happy to have her back in her arms. He denied her almost nothing, except when she wanted to fight in the Battle of the Gullet and fly to Kings landing for her mother. Cregan had said no, practically holding her down when she ran for her dragon. He could not lose her. When she fought him, vowing that if he stopped her she’d hate him forever. At that he locked her in the warmest room, sitting outside the room hearing her sob and scream in agony. When the news of her brother's death came, YN screamed at Cregan calling him a traitor and a monster. But the death of her mother broke her, she became cold and angry. Stating to Cregan that she wanted to honor her oath, he was already planning to honor the north’s promise and took his betrothed south.

The hour of the wolf began with Alaxys landing in Kings landing with YN and Cregan on her back. The north remembered and the dragon burned with fury. Cregan spared no traitors, for the oath he held and for the love he had for his betrothed. YN was by her little brother’s side as Cregan delivered her vengeance. Alaxys burned the ones YN deemed deserving, Cregan took rest’s heads. When the hour of the wolf ended, YN was hesitant to leave her brother. Cregan reminded her of her vow to him, that they were fire and ice destined to be. She tried to reason that her brother needed her counsel as he was still a child, but his fingers dug deep into her arms. Vowing that he held no mercy for those who broke their oath. With much resistance, Cregan took her back to the north. Alaxys had spent so much time in the cold that she did not feel comfortable in the warmth of the south. They were married as soon as they returned north. It was a tumultuous marriage, full of love and fights. Sometimes YN would blame him for the death of her family, stating that he prevented her from saving them. He would lock her away in their rooms during those times. Eventually Cregan would not let others see her. They even had to fly together, as YN was not allowed to be in the air alone. Cregan enveloped her whole life, but the north remembered their vow of love, and he would not let her break it. She was bound to ice.

Rickard Stark

(Now I don’t know much about him other than the wiki stuff so please be kind)

YN did not notice the possession Rickard had for her. They were happily married for a long time, she gave him several children. During the time of Aerys ii reign, YN grew more fearful of the south. Not trusting that the Targaryens would keep away from the north. Her fears were proven to be true when the prince had stolen their daughter Lyanna. She begged her son Brandon not to venture south to retrieve her, but he was a Stark and he was loyal. The news of her son's imprisonment caused a great fury in her. The King in response, asked for her to come to the south.

Rickard wouldn’t let her go alone, so he placed the maester in charge as they both traveled down south. Once at the red keep, Rickard kept to the shadows as YN pleaded for the release of her children. The king put on the image of listening, but instead just stared at her body. He requested to meet her later in his office chambers, against her better judgment she did. Her husband hid in the shadows the whole time.

As soon as Aerys inevitably moved to assault her, Rickard emerged from the shadows and cut him down. The shocked shouts of his wife were drowned by his fury as he repeatedly brought the sword down onto his body. Damn his honor, his wife needed defending. YN tried to pull him off, but he pushed her away. When the king was unrecognizable, Rickard turned his blood soaked face to YN. She stepped back as he stepped forward, eventually she hit the bed shaking as he towered over her. He took on that bed, his own mad eyes shone with lusty glee. Adrenaline drowning out YN’s cries. He would be her king forever.

Eddard Stark

YN was Ned’s Second wife. Catelyn had passed giving birth to Sansa. YN was Ned’s first love, even if she did not view him that way. Her place was in Starfall, in the warmth of the south. But when Ned asked for her hand and YN refused, he locked them both in her room. He never laid a hand to her, but he went on and on about how she was abandoning him. That his children already had to grow without a birth mother, was she that cruel to deny them a second chance. He would have none but her, and if she would not have him then he would die. Did she want that? For his children to be fatherless as well? For him to die?

YN was broken down to eventually agree. So she was taken from her home to the cold north. She wanted to meet the children first but Ned spirited her away to their shared room. Not wasting any time to bed his lady. Once he was certain she was to carry his seed, he allowed her to leave the room. The children seemed uneasy around her at first, but her calming nature was like a balm to their grief. Unlike Catelyn before her, YN also included Jon in all her activities with the children. Of all the children Jon grew the closest. He looked so much like Ned, that Ned would seem overjoyed that the two were bonded.

Eventually YN got pregnant, the baby draining so much energy from her. But little Arya was so worth the wait. YN thought that since the baby girl drained her so she could rest a bit before another. But Ned wouldn’t have that. He wanted her pregnant almost always. After Rickon, YN begged to be given rest but he called her heartless to deny her children siblings. That she was preventing new life from being born. YN’s life mostly consisted of being pregnant and barefoot. When the King arrived to call for Ned, YN hoped he would take a position as Hand but he denied him. The queen pitied YN, and mused to herself that maybe her marriage was not as bad. Pregnancy after Pregnancy, YN Dayne was exhausted out of life.

Stannis Baratheon

(I’m not a fan of this guy so don’t expect much)

YN was married to a much older man. Stannis had already had a child, so YN believed she was in the clear for having children. But his red priestess told the would be king that their child would be a champion of light. One night YN was met with the image of her towering husband. SHe tried to ask him to leave, but Stannis grabbed her and forced her on the bed. Telling her it would be alright, that their child would be a champion, all the while ignoring her cried to stop. When it was over he rubbed her stomach and promised that their baby would be stronger than him.

Oberyn Martell

YN did not believe that a her, a Lannister, would be betrothed to Oberyn Martell. A staunch lannister hater, and a sexual fiend if you asked her mother. But her uncle was Tywin, and he had final say in the family. So she was sent south.

Oberyn promised that he would be a gentle husband. That he did not blame her for the actions of her uncle, but the stares of the others could not calm her fears. It was like they either pitied her for her situation, or only glared at her blonde hair. Oberyn's children all flocked to her, sweet and kind little things. YN decided to make her situation as best as she could. Her husband had copious lovers, maybe she could find one. She tried to tell Oberyn.

“If you wish to be false to me, I will kill any man or woman who looks your way.” He whispered to her, holding her shaking body. “You are mine now. If you want me to get rid of my infidelity, fine. But I will not let another Lannister bring pain to me. Even If I loved them.”

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You know the way Sansa loves romantic stories?

Well she learnt the story of Cregan Stark and his septa wife when she was young and found it so terribly romantic. It became one of her favourites like Florian and Jonquil, and she learnt almost every song about the two.

She takes pride in the fact that she’s a direct descendants of the two. Her brothers and sister had to deal with her gushing about the story for years, she’s the biggest shipper of the two ever.

That sweet child 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖😫😫😫😫😫😫💖💖💖💖💖

Seriously, Arya already covered her ears with a pillow once because Sansa wouldn't shut up about it.

She wanted her own love story...but she ended up with Joffrey-

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blakeswritingimagines · 9 months

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Dating Yandere Cregan Stark Would Include:

He is a very jealous and possessive yandere, prone to fits of rage when his love interest does anything outside of his control. He can get clingy and obsessive and refuse to be away from the object of his affection. He'll do anything to make you love him and only him, and he won't let anyone else take your attention.

He is a very intense and possessive individual who will do anything for the one he loves. He will go to great lengths to protect and possess his loved one, which includes eliminating any perceived threat or competition. He will also be very attentive and affectionate towards you and will shower you in love and attention. However, if you defy me, he can also be quite cruel, and he may even resort to violence in order to gain complete control over you.

He is a very possessive and obsessive individual, and he will do anything to win the object of his affections. He may appear innocent and sweet on the surface, but deep down, he is manipulative and calculating. He will go to great lengths to ensure that his beloved is always with him, and he will eliminate any and all who stand in his way.

He would be constantly thinking about you, and he would be very vigilant in making sure that you are not being tempted or influenced by anyone else. He would also be very possessive and controlling, and he would want you to be with him at all times. He would not allow you to have your own friends or interests, and He would want to monitor and control every aspect of your life. His main goal would be to keep you all to himself, no matter what it takes.

His favorite kind of affection is physical touch. He enjoys being close to you and feeling your warmth and affection. He enjoys holding hands, cuddling, and showing his love through kisses and hugs. He also enjoys giving you massages and showing you how much he cares about you. He believes that physical touch is an essential part of a healthy relationship and it is something that he prioritizes.

He would also be very clingy and needy. He would want to be with you at all times, and he would not be afraid to express his love and affection for you. However, if you were to try to distance yourself from him, or if you were to reject him, he would become very jealous and obsessive. He would not tolerate any other person being close to you, and he would do whatever it takes to make sure that you stay with him.

He would also be a very obsessive individual. He would be constantly thinking about and dwelling on his love interest, and he would not be able to stop himself from fixating on you. He would become very intense and focused in his pursuit of you, and he would not rest until you were his. He would also be very emotional and volatile, and his feelings for you would be very extreme. He would be easily angered by any perceived slight, and he would be willing to go to great lengths to protect you and to ensure that your feelings for him remain pure and true.

If anyone were to try to stop him or try to interfere in his relationship with you, he would be very angry and would not hesitate to take action against them. He would do whatever it takes to protect you and ensure that you remain his alone. If that means using violence or intimidating others, then so be it. He will not allow anyone to get in the way of his love for his precious darling.

He is also emotionally intense and volatile. His feelings for his love can range from extreme jealousy and anger, to complete devotion and adoration. He thrives on the thrill of chasing after you, and he loves nothing more than feeling like he has finally conquered you and made you his. However, if he feels like he is losing control of you or that you are slipping away from him, his emotions can quickly turn dark, and he may even become violent in an attempt to keep you by his side.

He would be extremely obsessive over you. You would consume his every thought, and any and all of his time would be spent with you or on you. He would become very jealous of anyone who even dared to so much as look at you and would go to great lengths to eliminate any threat to your relationship. He would shower you with affection and love, and you would be his world, his everything.

As a Yandere, he can also be very volatile and unpredictable. He can quickly shift from being sweet and loving to being cold and violent. Yanderes may also be prone to sudden shifts in emotions and can react very intensely to perceived threats or perceived rejections from their loved ones.

He is likely to have a distorted sense of reality and may not always be able to separate reality from fantasy. This can lead to delusional thinking, and can sometimes cross over into psychosis. He may also have a tendency to lash out violently at those he perceives to be threatening his relationship or you. He may also become easily attached and obsessed with you, and may not be able to function properly without you beside him.

He is also often seen as a bit deranged and unstable. He may be prone to fits of rage, and he can be unpredictable and impulsive. He has a tendency to be obsessive and possessive, and he can quickly become obsessive over his beloved. He will do anything to protect you and to ensure your love for him, no matter the cost. He may be unhinged at times, but his love is real and his devotion is absolute.

He enjoys exploring different forms of sensory play, such as blindfolds and feathers. He finds that incorporating sensations can add another layer of excitement to the experience.

He also enjoys exploring power exchange within his relationships. He enjoys being both dominant and submissive, depending on his partner's preferences. He can take on the dominant role in your bedroom and have you surrender to him, or he can surrender to you and give you complete control.

He enjoys bringing you to the edge of climax repeatedly, only to deny you release. He finds this playfulness and tease pleasurable and it often leads to an increased sense of arousal.

He's also highly into voyeurism and exhibitionism. He finds pleasure in watching and being watched. He enjoys having sex in public places and getting a thrill from being watched by others. He also enjoys the rush of adrenaline that comes from the risk of being caught.

He enjoys the elements of pain and pleasure mixed together to create a heightened sense of stimulation. He enjoys light forms of pain such as spanking or even biting during sex. He also finds the element of fear play to be exciting and enjoyable.

He has a bit of a lingerie fetish. He loves seeing his partner in sexy lingerie and it’s a huge turn-on for him. He loves it when you wear something that fits your body perfectly and shows off all your curves and assets. He also enjoys when you tease him by slowly removing your lingerie in a seductive manner, revealing more and more of your body.

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