#dippys asks

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Stark men who love your smile and will do anything to see it because they think it’s the sweetest, prettiest thing ever… and who get so jealous anytime you smile at any other man because why are you giving your pretty smile to other men when you could be giving it to them?

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no because youre onto something….

the stark men adore your smile. the crinkle of your eyes, the lift of your lips, the occasional show of your teeth. while you always look pretty, the stark men think you look prettiest when smiling. when smiling at them.

robb usually disguises his jealousy in the form of jests/teases. he’s trying to listen to what theons telling him, truly, but he cant tear his eyes off for where you’re smiling/laughing with someone he doesn’t know. which is strange, because he knows everybody. it only makes protectiveness join the conversation of jealousy. once the person leaves, he’ll approach you (ditching theon), grabbing a grape & popping it into his mouth — summoning his most un-accusing tone.

“He seems quite the comedian.”

“Are you jealous?” he laughs at the question (it’ll take more persuading than that)

jon is a quiet jealous type (not mentioning cocky!jon) watching you and the person you’re smiling with, jealousy unfurling in his chest. and he thinks about it all day too. lets it upset him, chastises himself for being jealous, and still remains jealous when you retreat to your shared chambers later that night. he wont say anything about it unless you coax it out of him. unfortunately for him, he’s a terrible liar, and you’re quick to catch on.

“Are you jealous?”

“No.” but he’s soooooo unconvincing. not making eye contact and swallowing the lie after he says it. you just smile, kissing him to show him he’s got nothing to be jealous over.

cregan is the silent jealous type too, but if you ask, he wont deny it. watching you converse with a lord he is not particularly fond of — the grip on his goblet absentmindedly tightening as he watches you flash the lord a smile. you’re only being polite, he knows this, but he thinks you far too worthy to offer such a gift to someone he deems undeserving (he isn’t). once you return to the seat beside him, you see the stormy expression on his face, different than just the usual furrow of his brows. if you catch on, he’ll never lie to you.

“Are you jealous, cregan?”

“Does that displease you?”

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All of cregans children are born after or during winter (if it's long) because all they do to keep warm is fuck 😭 sorry not sorry

Like is a running joke for the Servants is the lady of winterfell gonna make through winter with being with a babe.

The answer is no

wait i love this 😭 its truly cregans favorite thing ever too. being all cold and miserable, wound tight from spending so much time outside. coming back inside to his wife, warm and pliant and wanting to make your husband feel better. your lips are soft and you feel so good — maybe one more pup wouldn’t hurt….

but the servants (& everyone else in winterfell) truly don’t mind it! you’re very kind & friendly, they love taking care of their lady :3

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can I be cheeky and ask for riding jon’s face 🫣🫣🫣

yes… oh yes you absolutely can….. i fell asleep last night to the thought of jon snow canonically being a munch (funny enough) — we’re on the same wavelength anon ! (written w shy!reader in mind)

you’ve heard the talk, heard the different ladies from different statures talk about “the act”, and it’s always a different answer. some say it’s mediocre… others, that it’s their favorite way to feel good, and some, say it’s terrible. you’ve heard stories of men never caring about the woman’s pleasure, and how their only purpose was to give them children. the thought made you shudder.

you, yourself, have never had time. time to freely choose who you trust enough to share that sacred experience with (or even touch yourself). the men at castle black are sworn to celibacy, and even if they would abandon their oath for a night with you, you wouldn’t let them. most of the men at the wall are untrustworthy, and you want more than just a quick fuck. even if these thoughts plague you, you’re too busy with your duties to worry about it. a thing you’ve since long accepted.

until jon snow.

you had been there for jon since his arrival at castle black. never batting an eye at his surname, always trying to make his life a little bit easier. there was also the stolen glances, the soft touches you both passed off as “accidental”, the longing for each other. you both remained as merely “close friends”, until things boiled over and you found solace in each others lips. it didn’t go farther than that, the tentative kiss being soft & exploring, and that was okay with you. you didn’t expect more. until you got more.

sometimes, you hate jon for being so easy to talk to. your shy nature has slowly melted away in his presence, and you find yourself unable to be embarrassed about the questions you ask or answer. your late night talks are what keeps jon sane. he wants to know everything about you, and you both would talk till morning if you could (you have before). the topic often shifts, landing on anything and everything on the planet. even “the act”.

imagine jon’s surprise, when the most beautiful & endearing woman he’s ever met drops her gaze to the floor and bashfully tells him she’s never cum before.

jon short circuits. he asks if you want to. he asks if he can make you. and you say yes.

jon snow is a giver. tasting a woman is a pleasure in itself, and he’d tell you as much if you asked. his mind ran a million miles an hour, thinking about all the ways he could make you feel good. it doesn’t take long before the desire to taste you takes a hold of him, and so he does.

“You’re hovering.”

he’s not wrong. you are. you thought you had heard it all, but the act of sitting on someone’s face has clearly alluded your ears. you’re unsure. you don’t want to hurt him.. suffocating the first man you lay with would have you begging the gods to open the ground and swallow you whole. and it’s not just any man, it’s jon.

the soft glide of jon’s fingers across your thigh bring you out of your head. his hands are cold. they feel nice in contrast to your own skin, nerves lit on fire.

“I don’t want to hurt you…”

“You won’t.”

“Jon-”

“Do you trust me?”

he’s steadfast in his reassurance. his thumb has been rubbing circles in your hip while you both have been talking. does he do it all on purpose, or is he just this naturally desirable?

“You know I do, but-“

“Good. Sit.”

you still hesitate, and that’s when jon takes matters into his own hands. his hands stop their tracing, and instead grip your thighs, bringing you down himself.

whatever expectations you had are exceeded tenfold. jon eats you out like a man starved. your head spins with the way you can feel his tongue, exploring you and swiping over your clit. it has white hot pleasure shooting up your spine, and your thighs quiver ever so slightly, but jon’s firm grip keeps you in place. he’s confident in his movements, precise and sure in a way that makes you see stars.

jon thinks he’s found the place where he would be content to meet his demise. you taste so good, and the pretty sounds you’re making have blood rushing straight to his cock. jon has always loved the sound of his name on your lips — whether it be small acknowledgments in passing by, or just mentions in mere conversation. but he’s found he much prefers hearing you moan it.

you’re almost embarrassed how quickly he has warmth building up in your belly, pressure building as he gives you the most pleasure you’ve ever had. he’s giving and giving and giving, and you find yourself selfishly taking all of it. he doesn’t slow down, keeping a steady rhythm that makes the cord in your stomach wind impossibly tighter.

“Jon, I’m-!”

you don’t get to finish your sentence, interrupted by the snap of the cord in your stomach that was previously tightening. pleasure overtakes your nerves, flooding your veins and momentarily removing your ability to speak (or think). jon’s tongue doesn’t stop fully, only slowing down to help you ride out your peak.

you catch your breath, feeling jon kiss the inside of your thighs as small aftershocks have you clenching around nothing. you find yourself seeking his touch (as if he hasn’t been constantly on you), your hand running along the surface of your thigh to find his own. he reaches for you, trapping your own smaller hand beneath his own. it’s reassuring, grounding you back to the present after he brought you so far over the edge.

you move to get off, to let him get up & breathe — but he doesn’t release his grip, keeping you in place. you hear him speak.

“Only once?”

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Imagine cregan hearing the baby cry in the middle of the night, and he goes to the crib, shirtless with just sleeping pants on, and just hold the baby and calms them down ): father cregan is great when it’s toddlers and older but no one talks about him with babies enough <3

this went straight to my ovaries omfg. please father cregan

it’s the middle of the night and you both are exhausted. you especially, considering you gave birth only weeks ago, and your body is still recovering & takes extra rest to do so. cregan is aware of this, so when your babe begins to cry (as they always do during the hour of the wolf), it has cregan (unfortunately) shuffling you out of his hold to get up.

doesn’t even bother putting a shirt on, only in sleep pants as he’s reaching for your pup and holding them. them feeling his warm skin & small coos to “hush your mouth, (lass/lad)” because they “don’t want to wake your mother, do ya?”… and they instantly calm down :((

babies just gravitate to him. always calm/calming down when he’s around, because he’s so safe. just like how animals can tell when a person is safe, babies do the same — and they always reach out with their little hands for cregaj :(( he always obliges and cradles tjem in his giant big strong beefy thick muscled disgustingly in need of being licked clean by dipper arms

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Cregan's a thigh man an ass man a stomach mean-I just think a lady ain't allowed to be insecure around Cregan Stark in general, he has a sixth sense and can tell when his lady wife isn't happy with her body and he suddenly appears and is like "you're gorgeous don't even think that-"

this exactly sums up my thoughts about cregan in a nutshell. he’s not just utterly in love, he’s in love with every aspect of you. walk with me here

the sixth sense comment is so canon it almost hurts. you could just be having one of those days, not feeling confident in yourself or your body. you plan on just letting the feeling pass, but cregans so in tune with you, he can always immediately tell when somethings off.

he’s in tune with his men in the same regard. as a leader, you have to be. if you can’t recognize their strengths & weaknesses, or when they could be a liability, you can’t hope to rule. such is plain and simple.

and that only concerns his men. you’re his wife, his other half — whom he swore to & cloaked under his protection in front of the old gods. who would he know inside & out if not you?

he knows the bounce in your legs, and how it means you’re more unsettled than usual. he registers the longer, looser fitting gown you’ve chosen today. he can spot the minimal effort you exude to hide yourself from other people, feeling insecure about something only the gods would ever know. to cregan, you’ll always be perfect.

with this information, he makes it a point to express his love for you (not that you’ve ever lacked it with cregan). pulling you in for a kiss whenever you pass each other during the day, no matter how many times you’ve already met. his hand caressing your thigh under the table as you sup; one would think you did not notice, but the flush of your cheeks betray you. when you’ve retired to your shared chambers for the night, standing & taking off your jewelry, and cregan approaches you. allowing his hands to find purchase on your waist, pulling you to him. he sighs, before pressing a small kiss to your temple. you melt into him.

it’s not sexual, the way his hands caress the slope of your waist, and he drinks in every part of you as if it’s your wedding night once more. you burn under his touch, the intimacy of this moment not escaping you. you know your husband loves you, but still, you can’t help but wonder why he’s taken to you in such a way tonight. (he’s been taken with you in more ways than you can count since your betrothal. he reveals more parts of himself as the days pass)

“Cregan,” you begin. he hums, letting you know he’s listening. “Are you alright?”

“Aye. I cannot enjoy my wife, and the beauty the gods gift her with?”

you hum. “You jest, my love.”

“Am I regarded as a jesting man?”

some might think he took offense, but you can feel the hint of that smile of his as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. he relishes in the content smile he spots on your own lips.

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"i need to make cregan a father"

THIS 👫🤰👩‍🍼

cregan is so father. like he's got his shit together. he's a calm man. he's so damn loving. loves his sweet wife and loves his little pups :((

we need to talk abt father cregan as much as possible. unfortunately i need to hear every thought in your soul abt this

- 🔄❄️

REVERSE ELSA ANON MY LOVELY !!! the way you read my tags ur such a silly goose

okay buckle up i’m so ready let’s talk about it. cregan is so father material. he’s secure, loving, attentive, calm, and he has his shit together. he’s an authority figure who’s comfortable leading and is used to taking charge & making decisions. he would make such a good father.

like, i can see you not even planning to have kids soon, but then you meet cregan and it all changes. cause you truly have no worries. you’re safe, you’re secure, you have a husband who looks at you like you hung the moon & the stars themselves… a big warm castle (with a big warm husband), ladies in waiting, and masters at arms to train them when they come of age….. literally every resource you could ever want. and it’s all at your disposal.

and even more, you want to make him a father. want to give him a babe. and he wants it even more (hooray!!!!!)

he’s so attentive and doting throughout the pregnancy :(( patient with your mood swings, holding your hair back when you get sick, not eating food that you suddenly can’t stand to be around (the smell makes you shiver in disgust). he’s there for you when your body changes, there when you just don’t feel good/right, and he’s also there when you do. when you’re all smiles and resting a hand on your growing stomach as you stroll the godswood with him.

is there during the entire birth IDGAF!!!! FIGHT ME!!! COME CATCH FHIS FADE okay what the hell is wrong with me just ok

anyways, he’d fetch the maesters/midwives for you when your water breaks (or send someone else if u wanted him close). he’d be there as you labor, helping out where he could — even if it means letting you squeeze his hand so hard it turns purple (he’s not pulling away). i think he’d start out not in the birth room (as per tradition) but the MOMENT he hears you asking for him he’s coming. on his way before you can even finish your sentence. god help the poor soul that tries to keep him away from u

after the babe (or babes) (he refers to them as the pups) were born he’s not letting you lift a finger postpartum. gets up with you during the middle of the night when they cry. as they get older, carrying them around on his shoulders. teaching them to ride a horse, grooming them for rule, training them with a sword etc. sometimes they act out, but as soon as cregan leaves and lord stark enters the room they’re turning their brain on & straightening RIGHT UP

would stare at them all the time, and stare at you. would be in adoration of you, almost keeling over at the idea that you gave him that. you gave him life and beauty because you love him and you wanted to. he just thinks you guys are the prettiest things to walk this planet.

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Ok but the way Cregan looks and acts so brooding but i know would just be so gentle and soft yet dominant when it comes to sex 😩😩

YES EXACTLY THIS IS ARGH

cregan is brooding (jon snows #1 ancestor). he can unintentionally give off this unapproachable vibe, and some people that don’t know him personally assume that he is. but it’s completely the opposite, and people find that out watching you, his sweet wife, approach him with your gentle & kind demeanor. you instantly get on your tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek with a smile on your face, and they expect him to pull away — to reprimand you for being so affectionate outside of private. but he doesn’t. in fact, their eyebrows raise & mouths drop open watching him bend towards you to help you reach, leaning into your touch. dare they say, they even see the hint of a smile on his face?

and it’s the same way when he beds you. it’s those sacred moments when sharing each others bodies that he lets his expression soften, being oh so gentle and handling you like glass. pressing soft kisses to the expanse of your chest, a hand behind your back as he slides in. adjusting his hips to find that angle that hits you justtttt right, making you throw your head back. sure, he’ll make your brain mushy and take away your ability to think straight, but he’s also sliding a hand across your thigh in a gentle reassurance, connecting his lips with yours, and intertwining your hands while he does it.

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your cregan thoughts changed my life. They are literally canon idgaf…

how do you feel about the stark men and their possessiveness 🫠🫠🫠 Because i knowww they don’t play about their women, especially cregan ohhhhh myyy goddddd. do you think they’re prone to jealousy… Lots to think about. lots to ponder.

POSSESSIVE STARK MEN!! POSSESSIVE STARK MEN I SAID!! i’m very very glad u enjoy my cregan thoughts, thank u sm for this delicious ask <33

as we’ve established, stark men are gentlemen. not just the starks, but northmen themselves don’t play about their women. and there’s also a difference between possessiveness & jealousy… lord so many thoughts. so many things to ponder.

okay, so, as for cregan, he’s very assured. very confident & unwavering in his loyalty to you, and your loyalty to him. cregan can get possessive, but he mainly thinks people ogling over you is funny, because he’s completely confident in your devotion to each other. you usually make your way over to him yourself, and he’ll pull you in by your hips as he teases about the man hitting on you. unless he sees them making you uncomfortable or overstepping — he doesn’t tolerate that. making his way over to pry you away… but honeslty sometimes someone just gets under his skin & he just wants you all to himself. maybe he can get a little jealous…. he does jest in jealousy sometimes though. i could see him wanting your attention. pulling you toward him & away from whatever had your attention if he was feeling particularly needy, jokingly muttering a-

“Come here, you’ve got me jealous.”

robb is so possessive & jealous nobody speak to me. nobody SPEAK to me right now. it’s just so innate/natural for him, you could be talking to anyone and his hands would twitch with the need to pull you away. he really does try and control himself, but he lets it slip sometimes when bedding you.

“You’re mine, yeah? C’mon, wanna hear you say it.”

it’s especially bad during the war, because he’s so frustrated all the time. his emotions are at an all time high, and he can’t find it in himself to try and mask how close he wants you to him & how far away he wants you from other people. “Will you just-“ & he grabs you by your cloak, pulling you to him. “Come here.” he doesn’t have time to hide his emotions when there’s so much on his plate. just let him have what he wants, honestly. 🙄

jon is quietly possessive. he’s never really had anything of his own before, he wants you alllll to himself. i don’t think he’s really jealous, unless you’re pushing his buttons on purpose. the prospect of you being his turns him on sooooo badly, though. you could be talking about how a man of the nights watch hit on you, just murmuring a small-

“Wasn’t interested. ‘M yours, anyway.”

hearing u say that.. and yep! you’re getting it tongiht! his eyes darken and everything before stalking closer to you to press his lips to yours tee hee. wait do y’all think he would… mmm. deep, slow thrusts while telling you-

“Say it again.”

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I wrote this quick little drabble for a fellow Cregan wife @entitled-fangirl but I wanted to share it with you to show you what I got cooking

Imaging riding his big cock for the first time. Probably your second time, the morning after your wedding night and you take it all lazy and slow because its new for you.

The second you slide down onto him and he bottoms out, your eyes roll back and you let out a long guttural moan.

Cregan going ��Feels good, doesn’t it?” as he smiles at you because your eyes are rolling back into your head and you can barely breathe. His hands have an iron grip on your hips, helping you guide him slowly up and down on his length. You are squirming above him, loving the way his groin rubs on your clit.

“Feels different this way?” He says as he’s smiling from below you, knowing that you two just found your new favorite position.

Until a few minutes later when Cregan just has to touch you so he sits up and hugs you towards his chest, rubbing your back and moving his hips up into you, matching your thrusts and you cry out over and over again into his shoulder, biting it as you come around him.

You two discover that your favorite position is the lotus position/sitting cowgirl cause Cregan loves his woman on top of him, both of them knowing he can easily flip her over if he wants to but he lets her have the power over him

i’m frothing st the mouth biting my own tongue clawing at the walls

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” THE WAY HE KNEOS HOW GOOD YOU FEEL WND THE HANDS ON YOUR HIPS GUIDING YOUUUU ARRRRF ARF ARF ARC ARF ARF PLEASE I BEED IT I NEED IT NOW AND OHHH AND KNOWING HE COUKD FLIP U IF HE WANTED OHHHHHHGGGGRRRRR ARF ARF ARF

[dipperscavern]

LIKE I JUST WANT TO SIT ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!! his lap is sooo big and inviting and i KNOW u could just snuggle right in and be sooo comfy and his ass is NOT letting u leave!!!!!!!!

MY BRAINS A LITTLE JUMBLED ON WHEN THIS WAS SENT BUT I THINK YOURE TALKING ABIUT JON PERHAPS? this wording sounds like cregan.. oh well. all three cause why not !

robb would love having you in his lap. especially while he works, your back to his chest & his arm over your stomach to keep you in place as he shuffles papers around. pointing to places & castles on maps, both of you saying which ones you’d like to visit when the wars over. you’d try and help, but sometimes, you just wanna be close to him and not use your brain. and he’s perfectly alright with that.

jon would definitely adore it. adore the closeness, the soft intimacy of it. he hasn’t felt real closeness like this before. most of the time when you’re on his lap, it’s a comfort for the both of you. wrapping your arms around his neck as he wraps his own around your waist. it truly shuts off both of your brains, allowing you to finally just rest. when you both just need some reprieve, he’s pulling you to/you’re sitting yourself on his lap :( <3

cregan omg. he’d pull you to his lap allllll the time. he’s so touchy, those big paws of his that he calls hands just wanting to be on you all day everyday. at the end of a long day, he’s pulling you to his lap as you tell him about whatever comes to mind. his hands are on your hips, and they rub circles, moving back and forth — kneading the soft skin beneath them. and suddenly you can’t remember what you were talking about. & don’t even think about getting up. as soon as you move to get off you’re reminded of his strength as his grip tightens, locking you in place. he only lets go when you tell him you have to pee. 🙄 dramatic as hell.

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cregan's size kink is insaneeeew. ik u mentioned how big he is compared to jace. in all senses. like he just wants to protect u in his big arms and to feel your frame against his. his sweet little girl. this big brutish man of the north and his pretty princess. gods.

HELLOOOOOOOOOO ATLANTA (anon referencing this)

CREGAN SIX E KINN CRHEAN KSIZE KINK

i am chewing at the walls ily ily ily omg okay so. cregan is big. he’s big, burly, and brooding (it’s the stark blood). i just KNOW the size difference between you would drive him crazy. whenever your hand is on his bicep as you walk around, he has to physically stop himself from glancing at it. because if he does, he won’t be able to focus for the rest of the day. your hand is almost hidden by the furs of his cloak, but from what he can see, you aren’t even close to wrapping fully around his bicep. your hands are so small, and he’s so big, muscles thick & honed that are firm under your touch.

he has this innate urge to shield your body with his. like on your way traveling to the wall, you stop at inns for the night, and sometimes, they aren’t in the best places. walking in to see few crooks and people that cling to the walls, looking around them as if expecting to be surprised by something anytime soon. and seeing you, a sweet, pretty thing — wife to lord cregan stark of winterfell walk in quickly grabs their attention. has them smiling, licking their lips & sitting back in their chairs, spreading their legs wide. instead of next to him, cregan has you behind him fully. anyone that wants to think about getting a glimpse of you has to look past the thick wall of muscle in front of you first. he holds your hand tight, using it to pull you & keep you flush against him.

& when you finally get to the wall, it’s freezing. the cold gnaws at your bones in a way you could never fathom until now, but cregans done this dance before. as you stand on the platform that overlooks beyond the wall, cregan sees your shiver. he crowds your space, blocking the wind with himself. he shares his heat with you, and you lean against him. his arms wrap around you, and you’re grateful to have your northman all to yourself.

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ngl but i think after you eventually fall pregnant with a stark baby from….obvious reasons….its the wolves that notice first. like Greywind is already a bit protective of you but all the sudden he doesn’t even like when robb is too close to you. Ghost literally will not leave your side and no one can come within 5 ft without a massive wolf growling at them. They literally just won’t leave you alone and take it upon themselves to protect you, theyre with you more than the stark men themselves (who have duties they must attend to) and theyve started liking you more than them anyway (i would feed them table scraps 10000%)

THE WOLVES NOTICING FIRST IS SO GENIUS THIS IS SO ACCURATE. ur so smart (ok spencer reid anon LMFOA)

greywind mirrors robb in his sort of wildly protective nature, but it just (somehow) grows when greywind senses you’re pregnant. now instead of by the door, greywind sleeps cuddled flush against you, covering your stomach with his body. he will flat out refuse to heed robb’s guarding commands, literally refusing to move away from you when you sleep. it seems like greywind has a mind of his own, giving a low growl as a warning when robb has a hand on or slings his arm around your stomach. and robb’s just ?? because usually they’re on the same wavelength, but he has no idea what’s gotten into him. and then the morning sickness starts, along with other symptoms, and you confide in catelyn (with greywind resting his head on your stomach as you sit with her). she sends you straight to the maesters, and they confirm you’re with child. robb finally understands what’s up with his other half now, and greywind resumes letting robb get close to you (& your stomach) again. because he knows robb will be gentle, knowing you’re carrying his babe.

and ghost. don’t even get me started on ghost. he and jon’s relationship (especially in the books) is already so funny. it’s more of a friendship/partnership than a master/pet relationship, and ghost already defies jon if he wants to. obviously, he heeds when it counts, but knowing that, it just confuses/frustrates jon when he starts standing between y’all. ghost loves jon, but it’s not uncommon for him to go off and do his own thing. so imagine everyone’s surprise when ghost refuses to leave your side. he still checks on jon throughout the day, but now, you’re doing your duties around castle black with this giant almost-as-tall-as-your-shoulder white shadow padding after you. he’s laying on the table in the mess hall watching you scrub a different one & immediately standing up on it to growl when someone opens the door to come inside. ghost starts literally hunting for the both of you, bringing you animals. you appreciate it, but it’s quite confusing. jon is so frustrated because as lord commander people have to be able to speak to him, but ghost won’t let anyone near you. eventually he literally has a sit down with ghost (because he definitely speaks english).

& he’s full on speaking to ghost just as he would speak to sam or edd. “She’s my woman too. D’you know that?”

then, as your symptoms start & you visit maester aemon, everything becomes clear. and jon is thankful that he’s not losing his mind anymore.

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not to be vulgar but im going to be vulgar. do u have any thoughts on how the stark men would eat u out (other than like a man starved ofc)?!!

YES LETS GET VULGAR. I HAVE THOUGHTS OH YES I DO

okay, so, jon obviously does it to make you feel good. but he also finds eating you out pleasurable. the taste of you, the cries of his name spilling from your lips, the way you tug on his hair, the feeling of your thighs trembling around his head — it’s pleasurable for him. sometimes after a long day, he just needs to blow some steam off, needs relief. and he finds that within you & your warmth on his tongue. ohhh yeah. pulling you to sit on his face, hands locked around your thighs with an iron grip. best believe you aren’t getting up anytime soon.

robb does it because he likes making you feel good. his entire life is in disarray, and everything is going wrong for him. he has to constantly make difficult & sometimes cruel decisions, he likes being able to give someone something good — like making his wife cum as many times as she wants. and i’m sorry i’m about to get lewd on here, but robb seems like a fingering-you-while-he-sucks-on-your-clit typa guy. and truly, being intimate with you is part of his sanctuary. it’s those sacred moments where you’re sharing each others bodies that has his mind drifting from the present war, and you’re both just in your own little bubble.

and cregan….. cregan just does it cause of how in love with you he is. like he’s just so head over heels for you, he has to make you writhe on his tongue. and especially if you were a maiden before you both got married, there’s something about giving you more pleasure than you thought possible. there’s honeslty not much to add, he does it cause he loves you and he wants to. & it’s also his favorite way to warm you up. laying you down on the furs in front of the blazing fire, hands wrapped around the outside of your thighs to keep you in place…. need. don’t worry about the cold, you’ve got cregan.

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reading the father cregan most has made me feel things ?? my womb is empty ?? and waiting for cregan ??

ALSO KISSES i will always read your tags. they are the favorite parts of my day, in addition to when you post. notifications stay ON.

climbing up the walls with more thoughts of father cregan 🤠 (gods be fucking good, this does sound like a convent. hi sisters!) 🛐

i digress. as we have well established, cregan is a lovely father. he's patient. he's a leader. and he's got that stark loyalty and determination to protect what he loves. which is you and your little pups. (ur so right. he only refers to them as pups.)

i imagine that when your water breaks, you are squeezing this man's hand to the point of bone breakage. pleading with him not to leave. so when the maesters come in and settle you, they look at cregan, expecting him to leave the room - per tradition. one of them, maybe the youngest, starts speaking. "lord stark-" and cregan shuts that shit DOWN ☝️ "your lady stark does not wish it." and everyone knows to shut up and listen when it comes to lord and lady stark.

he is absolutely the type of lad to pick your kids pups up as they climb all over him. once in a post, you described his back as burly enough to sled on and your kids are determined to test that. HELP CAN we actually picture cregan's velocity sliding down a hill like 😐 while his kids are giggling, sliding on his back. hi! hello!

he tells your kids stories of the north in that rugged god-sent accent as he tucks them in for bed. will probably sneak out with them in the night to go get lemoncakes from the kitchen. he gives them cute little fur cloaks to wear, with the house stark embroidery. THIS IS SO CUTE I AM GOING TO SOB

holds them during his meetings. could literally be planning to go to battle or smth, and one of his kids comes in. he just puts them on his lap before continuing with battle strategy. he was just meant to be a dad. he's so giddy about it. so in love with you, and grateful that you gave him this. you gave him chubby little pups running around the castle, hands up in the air reaching for you both. he just wants more :((( crawling at your feet, in your arms, and more in your belly.

i fear i'm going to crash out if i continue. (will definitely be continuing with more asks later. ✊️)

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REVERSE ELSA ANON HERE TO GRACE US ALL AGAIN !!! yes pls continue later arF ARF ARR ARF

u read my tags….. stop ily. notifications on too i am truly honored. ANYWAYS… SISTERS SISTERS GATHER ROUND. GATHER ROUND FOR FATHER CREGAN

you are so right btw. because when your water breaks, that’s when it all becomes real to you. yes, you want this babe out, but birth is a scary, painful thing. hearing the stories of men choosing to save the babe instead of the mother (i glance to viserys), or of men being done with their wives after they do their duty has only heightened your worry in having to go through it. cregan would never do that to you, you know this, but the thought is a scary one, and it lingers nonetheless. it doesn’t help that the rational side of your brain isn’t in charge right now. you’re afraid.

so when cregan goes to leave and fetch the maesters, you, not usually one to make demands — find yourself almost yelling one.

you both stand rooted to your spots, looking at the fluid on the floor. he was trying to help you into bed, but apparently your pup had other plans. you’re momentarily paused, cregans arm around your waist, hand enclosed in yours while facing the bed. shock hangs in the air as both you realize what this implies. he moves to remove himself from you.

“I will fetch the—“

“No!”

your tone of voice stops cregan in his tracks. has his brows pinching not in their usual hardness, but concern. he had hardly begun to turn away before you reached for him. he tilts his head to look at you, your own dropped down, gaze fixed on the floor. you look at him, a mix of so many emotions on your face cregan could not begin to name them all. you have a hand over your stomach, the other firmly clasped over his arm.

“Do not go. Please, Cregan. I’m afraid.” he’s never heard you like this before. fearful. you mistake his worry for refusal.

“Please— I ask this of you—“

“You need only ask once.” he reassures.

you sigh, relief flooding your veins at cregan heeding your request. it’s tradition for the husband to remain outside of the birth room, but you’re not sure you can do it without him. cregan only pulls you closer, shouting the name of your sworn sword that has been made to accompany you everywhere since the late terms of your pregnancy. the knights response is instant, opening the door with a hand on the hilt of his sword.

“My Lord.”

“Fetch the maesters, Ser. The babe is coming.”

the knight only hesitates with shock, before bowing with the ghost of a smile on his face and running to do as commanded. the entire castle has been waiting on your pups arrival, you both included.

eventually, the maesters arrive — and in tow with them, an army of midwives and your usual ladies in waiting. cregan stands at the foot of the bed, far enough to be out of the way, but close enough to be at your beck and call. they’re attentive, maesters setting up their various herbs & medicines as your ladies in waiting prepare the room itself, your midwives attuned to your every move.

one of the youngest maesters, new in his craft, looks at cregans unwavering form with hesitation. he swallows, and begins to speak before one of the elder maesters can stop him.

“My Lord, it is tradition—“

“Your Lady Stark does not wish it,” he says, looking at the young maester. “So it shall not be.”

the man only nods, returning to his work with his head low. the other people in the room, who have served under cregan for years, know when lord & lady stark come out to quiet themselves & get to work.

the labor is long, and the birth difficult, but cregan is there every step of the way. eventually, hours upon hours later, your pup enters the world — kicking and screaming.

“A boy, Lord Stark!”

cregans heart skips a beat. a boy. an heir.

before you know it you have three. two boys, and one girl. cregan melts into the father role like he was made for it, and every time you get the gift of watching him interact with your kids, you get more and more convinced it is so.

watching them hang off his back, giggles falling from their lips, stretched in a wide smile as his much larger arms come to support under their legs. the view of it from behind makes you laugh, each & every time. cregans back almost swallows your kids whole, their tiny frames dwarfed in comparison. even so, he handles them with a gentleness most wouldn’t expect from the wolf of the north. alike to how you might handle a butterfly landing on your fingertip, or the delicacy used to handle newborn foals.

cregan verses them in the culture of the north, along with its stories. tales of vampire direwolves, the old gods & weirwood trees, and the stories cregan himself was told as a child. he’s careful to not scare them too much, but sometimes, other people can get carried away. a guard or one of the men on his council letting a frightening tale about the others slip, resulting in them asking to sleep with you and cregan for the night. of course, you oblige every time, generous in your reassurances that the others are no match for Ice — or for their father.

your daughter has him wrapped around her finger. pleas of staying up just a little longer, or riding just down that trail are almost always obliged. he can’t help it, when she looks up at him with those big pleading eyes of hers — the ones that are akin to yours. asking him sweetly if they could please check for any leftover lemon cakes. it’s late, she should be asleep, but cregan can’t help himself. opening the door in a way so it won’t creak, hushing her giggles and buying the cooks silence as they get a late night snack.

and yeah, when one of his pups stumble into the council meeting, he doesn’t turn them away. he picks them up to slot them on his lap, and the stern look on his face is all they need to see to know to be quiet if they want to stay. he could be planning anything — from a hunt, to going to the winter town himself to take care of a group of men intent on causing havoc. it could lead to bloodshed, but your kids don’t seem to hear that part, just content being with their father.

cregan wouldn’t trade this life for anything. he loves his pups, and he’s so in love with you. passing by each other during the day, and cregan always stops you, pulling you to him to slot his lips against yours — no matter how busy he is. he can’t help it, you’re just so lovely, and you’ve given him so much. he thinks of you every time he looks at your pups, and he feels his heart skip a beat in his chest. seeing your pups throw snowballs at each other, and he can’t resist, pulling you close & bending to connect your lips with his. you melt into him every time.

[dipperscavern]

Here from the big lumbering stark men post - UM IM FERAL. Sorry big tall sturdy Cregan with his little sons acting like monkeys crawling up and down his body like he’s their personal jungle gym?!?! Little one on his shoulders, baby in his arm and little wifey just watching on in amusement with another babe in her belly. Him just being a big protective bear - I canttttttt

i love father cregan (i sound like a nun. ok sister dippy) STOP ANYWAYS

i used to do this as a kid but genuinely. cregan is just so big, his kids LOVE climbing all over him. he’s the type of guy to pick his kids up by like the fucking leg or something 😭😭 just completely unorthodox with it

you could be just chilling in your shared chambers, resting & staying off your aching feet. belly round with child, lightly kicking as you sew or read. then you hear giggles, accompanied with those heavy lumbering footsteps you get giddy when you recognize. and he’s just opening the door, holding his babygirl w one arm and holding your boy in the air by his leg with the other. walking in & closing the door with his foot as he sets your boy down on the bed 😭 and babygirl is just fast asleep, leaning into his warmth

(sword training sessions absolutely end up with them both wrestling around on the ground because he genuinely can’t resist crawling all over cregan)

[dipperscavern]

okay but imagine how feral would cregan be once he sees you pregnant with his child, that man is jumping on you any chance he getssss

LORD PLEASE HAVE MERCYS IM GOING TO COLLAPSE

he already heavily desires you… like, all the time. but once his seed takes, and the maesters confirm you’re with child. WHEw. and once you start to show?? OH ITS WRAPS

oh and especially if you’re not from the north. especially if you were taught women were undesirable while pregnant. cregan would be sooo quick to shut it down omg

“I.. did not think-“

“Did not think I would desire you? That as you gave me life, I would leave you wanting?”

TEE HEE. OH OU OH AND IF. if you have the same mannerism as rhaenyra when it comes to resting a hand on your stomach out of habit.. oh that’s all it takes. he’s reminded of the babe he put in your stomach all over again, and his expression grows distant before deciding your presence isn’t necessary right now & escorting you to your chambers.