#dippys asks

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Hi I genuinely love your work can you pls so some drabbles about Robb and a reader who's super touch averse in public but very cuddly in public

I love u pls don't die

-🥻

i live to serve!! thank you very much for the ask (i love u more) (was gonna die but i guess i wont just for u.....)

robb stark x fem!reader

theon’s voice rings through the hall, hands on his hips as he watches the chandelier be lowered. "Careful, Jon…. careful."

jon, lowering it, finds his ‘direction’ anything but helpful. "I'm bein' careful."

the chandeliers candles have been burnt down almost completely, and you had been assigned to the task of replacing them. you had only sought out jon to help lower it, but boredom is a contagious disease, making theon and robb jump at the opportunity to pass the time.

“You’re lowering it too fast.”

jon is patient, but theon is regal in his talent to annoy anybody, and peace is best found when his mouth is closed. you’re about to tell him so when robb beats you to it. “Shut up, Theon.”

he turns to robb, but a sharp noise cuts him off before he can retort. he jolts, and you stifle a laugh at his jumpiness.

he turns, finding the source to be the chandelier hitting the limit on its ability to be lowered. the glares he shoots at jon - whom is tying the chains into place - are not enough to wipe the smirk from his face while he does so.

jon abandons your construction crew at the first available opportunity - a wise choice. even while on a ladder replacing candles, you can't escape theon's nagging he likes to call "supervision".

"The shortest ones should be in the center. "

"Have you done this before?"

"That's not where it goes."

"I'll show you where it goes, Greyjoy." you call down, losing your sanity after a meager five minutes. theon raises his hands in surrender, looking to robb for support, but is only met with a shake of his head. “Fine then, do it wrong.” he mutters under his breath. “No skin off my back.”

minutes of sweet, sweet silence pass, and eventually, you sigh much louder than intended. it betrays your frustrations.

you start to move down the ladder, and robb calls from below. "What is it?"

"Ran out of candles. I think we-" the ladders instability is proven when you're about to touch the ground, and it moves under your weight. you would've fallen, if not for robb's reflexes. his grip is bruising, but welcomed in face of the alternative of hitting the floor.

"You alright?" he aks. you nod. "Thanks, Robb."

you're quick to slip out of his hold, feeling white hot embarrassment crawl up your spine. its only theon, you tell yourself. somehow, it doesn't help. robb doesn't hold it against you, letting you go without protest. he's nothing if not understanding.

theon notices, brows furrowing as you retreat to resupply in candles. once you turn the corner, he pipes up. "What's all that?"

robb fights with the ladder, trying to bring some stability to it. "All what?"

"You know what. She's your lady and you can't touch her?"

robb turns slightly as he glances at theon. luckily for him, you're not around, meaning he doesn't have to keep his language proper.

"Just because the whores you accompany like to be groped in public," he says. "doesn't mean my lady feels the same."

the greyjoy is apt at recognizing defeat. "Fair enough."

eventually, the ladder starts behaving, not nearly as shaky as it was minutes ago. robb sends a quick thanks to the gods, and when he turns back around, your pretty face pops around the corner. you wave him over, and he shoos theon off before making his way over to you. 

“Get lost on the way?” he says, approaching. “Big castle, s’ alright.” your eye roll in response is nothing short of the greatest reward. you turn and start walking; he follows with a lovesick smile on his face.

“I’m in need of a tall person, as someone... quite intelligent has decided to place candles on the very top shelf.” 

robbs glad he's walking behind you, so not to give away how he fights a massive grin. someone intelligent must have done that, of course. “Tall,” he repeats. “Yes,” you confirm. 

“And handsome, surely,” he adds. “They’ll hide if you aren't. Theon can never find them.”  

he catches a glimpse of your smile as you open the door to one of winterfells (many) storage rooms. not huge areas, but comfortable enough for their intended purpose. you weren’t lying – they really are high up. he forgets to pretend to not know where they were moved.  

if you notice, you don't bring attention to it, only moving to stand on a small stool next to the space robb fills while reaching for what you need. these specific kinds of candles are tricky, stood on a tray & quite easy to knock over. he hands you the tray in front, reaching to get the one farther back.  

“Robb?” he hums, holding a tray of his own. “Thanks for catching me. Really.” he murmurs something in agreeance, brows lightly furrowed - you already thanked him minutes ago. not that he’s complaining, of course.

still on your stool, it makes it easier for you to reach out, caressing his curls. “I don’t mean to be difficult, I just get...” your hand drops as your sentence trails off - he wishes it wouldn’t. “You make me nervous.” you manage, stepping off your stool. 

“Hey,” he temporarily blocks the door. your eyes meet his. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

you shrug like you don’t believe him. he scoffs. “I should lock you in here... talking to yourself like that.” he opens the door for you with a shake of his head, catching another lucky glimpse of the smile you try and fight off. he allows himself a final mutter of, “Blasphemous, really,” 

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don’t mind me I’m just gonna spontaneously combust in the corner

He's literally devouring her what if i ripped all my hair out

[dipperscavern]

What are you thoughts on DILF Rickard Stark? We saw him quick in a flashback during season 6 and IMO, he was giving sexy and younger Russell Crowe

i dont know if i can get behind this one sister </3 but im also barely remembering what he looked like in said flashback so what do i know really

@rise-my-angel angel is this the guy you and @snow-blower have been (disgracefully) talking about fucking LMAOAO or am i misremembering

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u said smth like cregan keeping his wife "full, fed, and fucked" once and dipper i think about that daily DAILY

AND DID I LIE ?? i think it was something like fed fucked & bred (idek truthfully) but

right hand on the bible god strike me down if im lying he does. there’s something about eating a hot meal in winterfells dining hall after a long day… and best believe cregan is always asking if you did/reminding you to eat. you can never escape him checking in on you — it’s something that’s inherent to him. built from becoming lord of winterfell so young, always checking with his men, his staff, his allies etc. and that translates to your relationship (you’d be lying if you didn’t enjoy how he assumes the caretaker role)

and…. come on. we know he’s a good fuck. he knows he’s a good fuck. what more do you want me to explain truly? do i need to say how he can’t keep his hands off you? am i supposed to reiterate how well he reads you, and knows when you need him? is that what the hell im supposed to do, people?? am i just supposed to speak about how badly he wants to get you pregnant and how badly you want it too?? literally what do you want from me. i’m done with this mistreatment.

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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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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.

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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?

-📰

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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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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Stark men are real ones fr they do not judge women with body hair bc its natural they all have it too IN FACT they shun the south for making their women shave like tf! Only Stark men shave their faces before welcoming other nobles into Winterfell but thats it!

YUP !!!!! if you were raised with those southern principals… ohhh boy. they’d have this look on their face — brows furrowed, confusion filled eyes riddled with thinly veiled judgement (never towards you, gods no) — while explaining that while you shaving may have been a requirement down south, that is absolutely not the case here (you have a hell of a time figuring out that the shaving culture here is completely reversed)

but they’d never make you feel stupid for it, like you should’ve innately known how absurd something was; careful to keep that thinly veiled judgment as it was, thinly veiled. only when they indulge in far too much drink do their tongues loosen with their true thoughts about the whole ordeal

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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.