Smutty Cregan Headcanons (2)
Pairing: Cregan Stark x wife!reader
Tags: smut, breeding kink, pregnancy sex, non graphic mention of childbirth
❇ Cregan loves to see you round with his “pups” as he calls them. He loves watching your belly grow as the months pass, and your breasts become round and full of milk. When he walks past you he never fails to let his eyes look over your rounded form, proud of his achievement and the undeniable proof of his virility.
❇ He is proud that you are carrying his children, his legacy, and there is a primal part of him that loves to parade you around Winterfell, showing the other lords and ladies you are carrying his offspring. He wants to show his bannermen how beautiful you are, flushed with new life and alive with promises. You suspect that were he not so respectful of your modesty and of common decency, he would gladly fuck you in the middle of the courtyard, showing to his men how a wolf mounts his mate.
❇ Cregan might not allow anyone to see your couplings, but he does make sure everyone hears. He himself is not quiet as he takes you in any way your condition still allows —he groans and grunts, moans aloud and curses as you clench around him, in perfect rhythm with his unrelenting thrusts. He grips your hips hard in his broad hands, enjoying the way they fit in his rough palms, and makes sure to draw every kind of sound from your sweet mouth. He revels in every single last breathless moan that comes out of it, each a testimony to the pleasure he gives you. Your cunt is wet and tight around his cock, courtesy of the renewed flame brought on by this pregnancy.
❇ Cregan is like a wild wolf in that regard. There is a primal need inside of him, the need to satisfy his mate, to keep her warm and fed, and to keep her round with babes. He fucks you on your hands and knees, in the middle of your bed or in front of the fire on a pile of comfortable pelts and furs. His rough hands curling around your hips, wandering over your rounded belly, he loves to feel the evidence of what your renewed couplings bring, of his seed taking root deep inside you and making you bloom with new life.
❇ He treats you like a queen, showering you with gifts and all the wonders you could want: pelts to keep you warm, cakes made with citrus all the way from the Reach, comfortable dresses made in linen and wool from the Vale. Nothing is too grand for you, the woman who is bearing the children of the wolf. He looks like the alpha of a wolf pack as he walks across the main courtyard of Winterfell surrounded by your children. He keeps the boys and the girls at his side, training them all to become warriors and true northerners.
❇ Cregan loves to worship your body like the temple it is. He devotes entire evenings to it, laying you out on a thick pelt in front of the fire, mapping out the traces left by your numerous pregnancies with his mouth. He trails his lips along the lines of stretched skin, kissing the white and purple marks as if they are ancient texts written by the gods themselves. When he makes love to you he caresses the softness left behind by growing and nursing many healthy children. He runs his hands on your heavy breasts, on the folds of your stomach, on the curve of your widened hips.
❇ He is never afraid, not even in the face of blood. He stands the hours of tears, sweat and blood so he can remain at your side every time you give birth. Lords usually go out hunting with their men, only coming back at the announcement that a babe has been born, but Cregan refuses to perpetuate this tradition. Instead he stays at your side, holding your hand as you need it, keeping his silence when you need to focus. He treats the midwives with respect and provides them with everything you could need, so that they keep you and the babe safe.
❇ The true leader of a pack of wolves is the alpha female, and that is who you are to Cregan.
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