dunk who is simultaneously the most aware and completely oblivious to his strength. he's so careful and gentle with you to the point you have to tell him you need more. but then he'll pick you up like it's nothing and move you into place (under him, against a tree, on his face) so easily and while he's still careful not to hurt you, it still takes you a few seconds to mentally catch up.
he can fuck you standing up, no wall or anything, just holding you.
dunk has a hard day and likes to relax by eating you out. makes him feel better to know he can do something right. but if you offer to use your mouth on him, well he's only a man and he won't say no.
your legs having to stretch so wide to fit his massive frame between your legs when he eats you out. and he's easily strong enough to keep you open and in one place despite your squirming.
he has a thing for long hair. he would never pull on it because he'd be scared of hurting you, but he'd want to see it or pet it or have one of his hands just holding it (not tugging, holding). meanwhile, his hair? PULL IT. PULL IT AND PUSH HIS HEAD EXACTLY WHERE YOU WANT HIM.
praise!! him!! tell that man he's doing a good job!! he'll come about it
call him a good boy oh gods he'd cum so fast
alternatively: call him 'ser'. he's usually more of a sub but you call him ser in bed and it Awakens Something In Him. still gentle even as a dom, but he'd be so much more confident and actually able to verbalize or just take what he wants.
Can I ask you what would be a Cregan Stark angry with his wife not just superficially but really really furious?How would he handle his anger towards her? And would he end up in bed having passionate make-up sex?
Thanks for writing your last fic, it was amazing how you loveâ„ïž
hi cutie! thanks so much for reading my fics and your kind words! they mean so much to me. â€ïž
so, i was giving this ask a lot of thought while i was preparing for my day, specifically what would make cregan that angry with his wife. sure, he gets frustrated with her and other people in his life. but furious?
i was thinking she would have to do something that interferes with his duties as the lord of winterfell and warden of the north. he had to fight hard to secure his role, and so i think someone thwarting or questioning his authority would bring back to the surface the anxiety and anger heâs bottled for some time now.
so, say a man deserted the nightâs watch and was brought to winterfell to be executed for desertion. say cregan was away - on a hunt, or perhaps visiting castle cerwyn. in his absence, the lady of winterfell would be notified about the deserter and would be made aware that the man has been imprisoned beneath winterfell. what if creganâs wife insisted on talking to this man, and found pity on him and why he deserted? what if she confronted cregan, in front of the deserter and all of his men, and refused to let cregan behead the man? i can see him getting furious here. i can see him saying something like âyouâre an outsider. you couldnât possibly understand.â which is hurtful, but also true to him, because the north has very stark (lol) customs in regard to justice. itâs very black and white. you broke your oath? you die. simple as that. cregan would of course be aware of why the man deserted, but it wouldnât make a difference in whether or not the man is executed. and creganâs wife stepping in the middle of this? heâd be livid. donât get me wrong, he values her opinion and leans on her for counsel and support on many things. thatâs a significant part of her role as his wife and the lady of winterfell.
but this? not this. to cregan, it is not her place to say something about this, and heâd be furious with her for 1) not understanding or respecting that and 2) embarrassing him in front of the deserter and his men. he would not back down on his decision, no matter what she said or how angry she was with him that heâs not listening to her. he canât back down. itâs his duty to go through with this.
but i can see her pushing back, and him finally snapping and snarling at her to go. back. inside. and sheâd be angry, but also a bit concerned i think, because she finally sees the wolf behind his eyes.
i can see them avoiding each other for a bit after this episode, still furious with each other, and needing some space to breathe and think. i can see cregan finally breaking down and finding her to talk, but saying something brazen like âthis is how things are done here and as the lady of winterfell you must accept that.â if i was his wife, iâd probably slap him across the face for speaking to me like that. how dare he.
so, say she does leave a sting across his cheek? say she does get his blood even hotter than it was? say it turns him on a little bit more than heâs comfortable with?
i can see passionate sex ensuing. i can see her snarling back at him, and even though heâs still angry with her, heâs elated too because he finally sees the wolf behind her eyes.
jon has always been insecure about his stark identity, and heâs doubted countless times whether he truly is one, but heâs never doubted that ned was his father. heâs never doubted that robb, despite their complicated relationship because of his bastard status, or bran or rickon were his true brothers, or even sansa, who he doesnât really have much of a relationship with.
but heâs doubted whether arya, the one family member he had the best relationship with, the one who understands and loves him more than anyone, was ever truly his sister. and i get called crazy for pointing out that maybe he tried to deny their siblinghood because, subconsciously, heâs trying to make his feelings for her feel less shameful to himself.
With his daughters in Summerhall, Aemon at the citadel, and Aerion bedridden, only Daeron and Egg can ease his grief. His first boy, and his baby boy, both of whom he loves so much (even if he can be snarky sometimes).
People who think Rhaegarâs love for Lyanna is motivated by the prince who was promised prophecy completely misunderstand the âlove is the death of dutyâ theme in ASOIAF.
GRRM describes Rhaegar as a âlovestruck princeâ and calls his wedding to Elia a âtragedyâ. Now this isn't to say that Rhaegar and Elia hated each other but as Barristan puts it, they both did their duty, it was an arranged marriage. They likely cared for and respected each other but they were not in love and thats to be expected in arranged marriage.
Rhaegar dies with Lyannaâs name on his lips.
His and Lyannaâs relationship is a subversion of the âprincess trapped in a tower guarded by a dragonâ except in this the dragon isn't evil and the princess isn't trapped. None of the things that Rhaegar does during rebellion make sense if not viewed through the lense of Rhaegar acting impulsively out of love for the first time in his life. We know Rhaegar was known to be melancholic and this shadow os sadness around him.
Rhaegar viewed the prophecy as his duty since he was a child hence him picking up a sword after reading something in a scroll â but his relationship with Lyanna was the one choice he made that wasnât about duty. Hence the quote âlove is the bane of honour, the death of dutyâ. There is a reason that this specific quote is said to Jon of all people, because it's about him and his parentage, but he doesn't know it and neither do the readers if they aren't paying close attention. Now whether maester Aemon knows the truth it is a completely different story for another video. People donât have to like Rhaegar, or his relationship with Lyanna, to acknowledge that fact.
He did not get with her because of prophecy, he got with her because he fell in love and its annoying to see people regurgitate this narrative that he was just trying to make a prophecy baby because then does that not make his love for Lyanna shallow. He calls the tower she's in the Tower of Joy and has her favorite flowers in her room. He loved her. No, it doesn't make sense that Lyanna chose Rhaegar a married man with kids over Robert when she said she didn't like that he was unfaithful, but I think people a lot of people are coming from a place of logic in a story where that's not the point. People don't make logical decisions all the time. And honestly its annoying in all stories when people get mad at characters for not acting logical. What kind of story is being told if everyone acts logical? George is writing about the human heart in conflict of itself and I think Rhaegar and Lyanna is an example of that.
A/N . I love Daeron so much, he gives me life. Hope yâall like my interpretation!
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
Daeron would be pitiful. Burying his face into your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your heartbeat is one of the few things that could bring him peace while he slept.
If you werenât married heâd beg for you to spend the night with him and heâd leave before anyone noticed.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Daeron loves your breasts. They are what he sleeps on/against at night, where he listens your heart beat against your ribcage to bring him comfort.
No matter what position you have sex in his eyes switch between your pleasure painted face and to your breasts. He hates to admit watching them move with every thrust or bounce on cock sometimes makes him cum prematurely.
On himself, I think it would be whatever you give the most attention to. If you like his hands and how they scissor you open or how they explore your body and cup your breasts, that will be his favorite. If you press kisses all over his face and rub your face against his, that will be his favorite. If you spend extra time kissing down his chest and mark it up to your liking, that will be his favorite. And so on and so forth.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
If you allow Daeron to cum inside he likes watching it drip out of you. He spreads your lips and watches it slowly spill out of your cunt. If youâre trying to for a baby he will scoop it back in and hold it here.
Otherwise he will look at his art work. Looking at your stomach or your back painted with his cum. If you rode him that night then heâd watch his own cum drip down his sides and your wetness that stained his cock. PLEASE lick his cum off of his chest, it will send him to the seven heavens instantly.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Daeron loves watching you do mundane things without you knowing. Itâs something about seeing you study, write, eat, brush your hair, bathe, without you having a single clue makes him hard in an unusual way.
Heâd never tell you of course, that would ruin the whole fantasy.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Well, we all know Daeronâs history with whores and brothels. But in my personal opinion youâd have to guide him a little bit. Those women were paid to like it so he never truly learned what women like he only learned what he really likes. You know what I mean?
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
I think everyone knows at this point that Daeron likes to be ridden. He wants to be the horse and you the knight if you know what I mean. Just the image of you using him to your pace, your hands on his chest and watching his cock disappear in your cunt is something that could make him hard just from imagining it. Also him being a drunk allowing him to be lazy and having you use him to your own pleasure instead of him doing the work is optimal for him.
Hear me out tho, mating press. Daeron gets to watch your breasts bounce. He watches your face twisted in pleasure as he hits spots youâve never had reached before. This position allows him to instantly collapse onto your chest after he cums as he breathes heavily.
Additionally, Daeron really likes you facing him in his lap whilst you hold his face in your hands and kiss him all over as he guides you up and down his cock. Itâs so intimate and close that you can press your foreheads together and whisper sweet things to each other.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I think beforehand and in foreplay Daeron can be his cocky self but during? Heâs a whimpering moaning mess who canât fathom anything beyond short sentences. This is one of his mechanisms to forget his dreams, he wants to be a little brainless.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Daeron doesnât shave his facial hair beyond keeping it to a stubble. His chest is never shaved but his happy trail is magnificent đ€€. If you arenât a jungle warrior he will trim his pubic hair but not much else. Daeronâs body hair is only slightly darker than the hair on his head. Donât forget he is only half Targaryen.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
During sex Daeronâs romanticism is limited to words and phrases like âdonât leave meâ âgods be goodâ âyour cunt was made for meâ and âI love you so muchâ. As for touching, no matter what position you are in he grips your hips like you or him would float away if he let go.
During foreplay/before sex Daeron is a lot more intimate, depending on what state he is in. He likes to whisper in your ear with sweet words as he unties the back of your dress, as you can smell the wine on his breath.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
If you arenât around or available at that moment Daeron will masturbate. He doesnât do it laying down though. Daeron presses his head against the wall and masturbates standing up, he thrusts his hips into his hand whilst whimpering. He doesnât imagine scenes of you having sex but he imagines scenes of you doing little things that I mentioned in his dirty secret. You being oblivious to his presence and continuing on with your day gets him off more than anything.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
As much as he likes seeing you in all your glory. Please blindfold him. All of his other senses are heightened, your moans, the sensation of his cock being hugged by your warmth. I think he would really enjoy it on the occasion.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Besides the privacy of his bedroom, there has been a handful of times where he has fucked you against the dirty walls in fleebottom. Everyone else around was too drunk or didnât care. Youâre gripping onto Daeronâs hair as he has your leg hiked up his hip. Only ever face to face because having your face pressed against those walls is icky. (fic coming about this)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Head scratches. The chills that it gives him goes straight to his cock. You can tell when he starts whimpering with every scratch on his scalp. Additionally rubbing him over his pants also makes him go crazy. Especially riskier settings where you could be caught.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
I donât think he would like pain, degradation or anything in that category. He already has enough going on in his mind, poor boy. Heâd like to be loved and given motivation. Donât degrade him please, he goes through enough in his own life.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Imagine Daeron kneeling in front of you eating you out while gripping your ass and hips to push you further into him whilst he whimpers and moans from your taste. Exactly. Like I said before youâll need to give him some training but heâll learn.
As for receiving no matter what position Daeron would love if you gripped his hips and thrust his cock into your mouth for him. Daeron has a soft spot between his cock and his balls that you can rub to make him whimper louder. Genuinely if he could cum just from you bullying his tip with your tongue.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Daeronâs pace is rough and uncalculated, he doesnât know what to do with himself when given the opportunity to fuck you. When he is about to cum his pace gets shaky, faster and he starts to fall into you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He would be the type to pin you to the castle walls or the walls of flea bottom pull up your skirts and fuck you like that. You both have to bury your heads into each other to be quiet especially in the red keep where you donât know who is listening.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
You could make Daeron try anything really, pegging, edging, overstimulation, anything you want. Just ease him into it slowly and donât go 100% all at once. Like for edging only start with once or twice donât make him go further than that when you first start. I think I rambled enough about the risks heâll take location wise lol
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Daeron is pretty average imo, 2-3 rounds before he taps out and passes out. If youâre on top he lasts a lot shorter than if he was on top. Controlling his own pace is one thing but when heâs at your mercy itâs something completely different. Just the view of you using him at your own pace mixed with your sweet words of affection and love ruins him completely.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Despite Daeron having a hoe history, outside of if youâd like to peg him I donât see him owning any sex toys. Daeron would prefer to have you as you are. If anything I think Daeron would find himself being a little jealous of you using any on yourself when he is fully available for you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Daeron is a tease. I'm sorry. Daeron knows your body and how you respond to certain stimuli. He knows where to kiss on your neck, he knows where those little spots are all over your body that send chills down your spine.
He touches you when he knows it would be unladylike for you to respond, When youâre in public Daeron touches your back in a certain intimate way. Under dinner tables he touches your thigh over your dress and tests your response.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Whimper warrior. His normal moans are nothing but breathless moans and whimpers. He is ever so handsy as he is needy. He loves moaning into your mouth whilst you kiss.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
I think Daeron would want to facefuck you at least ONCE in his life. He is known to be more on the pathetic side of things but he would really really like to just take you by the sides of your head and watch small tears well in your eyes as he thrusts himself into your mouth. Just entertain him with this in his lifetime.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Until the gods prove me wrong I believe he has hair from chest to cock. Heâs part Dornish from his mother and grandmother so I believe that he has hair.
As for his nether regions, I think he is slightly longer than average, about 6inches long and the average girth of about 5inches. He has a distinct vein on the lower side of his cock that is extra sensitive especially when you run your tongue over it.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It doesnât matter how much he has or hasnât drunk that day he will get you some way somehow. When he hasnât drunk much he has a normal to high sex drive and when he is drunk he is a horny drunk. He gets handsy especially when heâs drunk and insists you sit on his lap with him whilst he snuggles into your neck.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
If he is drunk and laying down while you guys did it then he is passed the fuck out. He just grabs you from whatever position you were in and pushes himself close to your chest. If heâs semi sober then he would just like to hold you for a little and he may fall asleep if you start rubbing his hair. He makes you promise that you wonât leave him alone tonight.
Summary: Injured and confined to bed with a broken leg after the trial, Daeron is quietly tended by his wife. Her presence brings him comfort and strength as he recovers. Baelor lives!
The bed had been moved nearer the hearth so warmth might ease the pain in his shattered leg. Splints and bindings held the limb straight beneath blankets, yet even the smallest shift of his body sent a dull ache through him. He bore it in silence, jaw set, pride unwilling to yield even in private.
The door closed softly behind you, shutting out the murmurs of servants and the distant noise of the keep.
âYou are awake,â you said, your voice gentle though your gaze was sharp with concern.
âI find sleep a reluctant companion tonight,â he answered, attempting a faint smile.
You crossed the chamber and sat upon the edge of the bed beside him. Candlelight caught in your hair, and for a moment he forgot the pain entirely, his eyes lingering on you with quiet devotion.
âThey told me the bone was cleanly broken,â you said, adjusting the fur draped over him. âThe maesters believe it will mend well if you do not try to be brave and walk before it sets.â
He huffed softly. âYou ask much of a dragonâs son.â
âI ask only that my husband lives to grow old beside me,â you replied, your tone softening.
His hand reached for yours then, fingers curling slowly around your wrist, drawing you closer until you leaned over him.
âYou fret over me as though I were glass,â he murmured.
âI fret because you are dear to me,â you said simply.
He searched your face for a long moment, the vulnerability in his gaze unguarded in the privacy of your chamber.
âYou came to me first,â he said quietly. âBefore resting yourself.â
âMy father sleeps,â you answered. âHe is tended. My place is here now.â
Something in his expression eased at that.
You lifted the cloth resting in the basin beside the bed and dabbed gently at the sweat along his brow. He exhaled slowly, eyes closing at the soothing touch
âYou need not play maester,â he said.
âI play wife,â you corrected softly.
Your hand lingered at his temple, fingers brushing through his hair, slow and comforting. He turned his face slightly into your palm, seeking the warmth of you as though it eased more than any medicine.
âYou are in pain,â you whispered.
âI am,â he admitted. âBut less so when you are near.â
You leaned down then, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, lingering longer than propriety demanded though no one watched but candle and shadow.
His hand slid to your waist, resting there with quiet familiarity.
âYou should lie beside me,â he said after a moment. âThe bed is wide enough, even for a wounded man.â
You hesitated only briefly before rising to remove your outer gown, leaving yourself in softer linens. Carefully, mindful of his injured leg, you settled beside him atop the blankets.
He drew you close at once, arm wrapping around your back, holding you as though the closeness itself steadied him.
Your head rested against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
âYou frightened me today,â you confessed quietly.
âI know, i was also frightened i would not be back to be in your arms again.â he said, pressing his lips lightly to your hair. âI would have spared you that fear if I could.â
You tilted your face upward, meeting his gaze in the dim light.
âYou need not spare me fear,â you said. âOnly absence.â
His hand moved to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing your skin with slow tenderness.
âI have no wish to leave you,â he murmured.
You kissed him then, softly at first, careful of his injuries, your lips lingering in warmth rather than urgency. He answered the kiss with equal gentleness, deepening it only slightly, savoring rather than taking.
When you parted, you remained close, foreheads touching.
âRest now,â you whispered.
You stayed in his arms as sleep slowly claimed him, your hand resting lightly over his heart, feeling its steady rhythm beneath your palm. His soft snores filling the room quietlyâŠ.
one of the sweetest things about dunk to me was that he was full-on making plans like 'i'll earn some money as a hedge knight and then i'll buy a cute little house where i can raise egg :-)' not even a full day after meeting the kid. he thought egg was an orphan boy from flea bottom who had imprinted on him and just accepted that this was his kid now
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