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Cregan Stark just SEEMS like the type to be in love with his wife’s hips. They’re sleeping? His hands are wrapped around them so she won’t roll away. She’s speaking to him, standing above while he sits? His thumbs are rubbing circles on them to the point she loses her train of thought. They’re fucking? Oh, you already know she’s gonna feel the imprint of all ten of his fingers on her back and front from how tight he held on for weeks to come. Cregan is obsessed with his wife 🫶🏾.
The Stark men love to dote on their wives until they’ve woken up in the morning.
Cregan dotes with his lips, kissing her cheeks hands and arms. He praises her softly as she stirs, turning her toward him when she tries to squirm—a plea to sleep in longer falling on deaf ears. Sometimes, though, he caves. The triumphant smile she lets slip is always worth the irritated words of those waiting on him.
Ned dotes with his hands. A firm, calloused hand rubbing on her sides and back gently to stir her, a routine her body remembered far before she did. He can always tell when she’s just pretending to sleep now.
Robb dotes with his liveliness. He purposely rouses her by opening the curtains and letting the sun flow in, he’s found that irritation wakes her best. Said irritation didn’t last long, anyway.
And Jon dotes with his eyes, far long before it’s truly time to wake. His hands don’t move from where they were when he first stirred awake, and he thanked the gods for how heavy she slept beside him, because he only ever spent his mornings with eyes so full of love, he often found them watering.
Something all the Stark men have in common is loving physical touch. Their home is as cold as their demeanor, but their bodies run hotter than a furnace. They would hate for their wife to catch a chill, so that’s why they hold their bodies together when a wind feels particularly cold. That’s why their hand slips beneath their wife’s cloak in public, letting it rest heavy on her thighs. That’s the only reason, of course. Just…ignore the lady’s squirming.
Cregan with a wife whose tears come easy is so precious. He never makes her feel stupid for weeping, rather validates her tears but has her see another perspective on whatever the matter is. His favorite thing is the sweet laughs and giggles that leave her lips after a jest he made, effortlessly stopping her sobs. He’s ashamed to know it, but he loves how she seeks him out before anyone else when a fit is to come. He loves knowing that she knows she can cling to him.
Now I’ve talked about Cregan being an ass man, but I can’t leave my top heavy girls hanging. The ONLY Stark I see as a boob man is ROBB. He doesn’t care about the size either!!
His wife’s chest is the thing he burrows his nose into while she rides him into actual oblivion. You would think he’s trying to breast feed with the way his mouth stays latched to her nipples too.
It’s not even all sexual either, he’d also hold a hand on them while sleeping because they’re warm and he’s “cold” (a lie, we all know the Stark men run like fucking wildfire all day and night). He’d lay his head on her chest on more stressful nights so she could run her fingers through his curls because he knows that SHE knows when he needs her touch the most. Sigh. I love boob man Robb
(Yes he motorboats her.)
“Robb would manhandle his wife” “Robb would fuck his wife stupid” “Robb would yada yada yada” WRONG. Robb Stark lays on his back while his wife fucks him into the sheets. ROBBBBB would get on his knees if his wife gave him even the idea that’s where she wanted him. I’m a submissive Robb lover
Cregan learning to care for his Dornish wife’s hair is so endearing. Her curls are tight and can’t be brushed dry, a fact he learned after she glared at him for trying. Now he knows to brush it after he bathes her, and braids it before he carries her to bed. He hates, hates when she puts it up. It’s more manageable and less of a hassle, he knows, that’s why he doesn’t tell her. But he loves the way it frames her face, he loves how voluminous it is, he loves how every coil intertwines like hugs in her scalp. He thinks and knows she’s the most beautiful thing in the seven kingdoms.
The stark men are so caring to their wives, but I’m especially thinking about Cregan. Ohhh how he would wipe her tears and coo soft praises and encouragements to get her to relax and calm down, or how he would hold her against him and reassure her deepest insecurities but sternly reprimand her harsh self-talk. Live love laugh Cregan
