Just wanted to pop in and say how much I love your writing âĄ
âšď¸đĽš thank you sm anon!! I apologize Iâve been gone for a while but trust Iâm working on a fic still. I can only do like 100-200 words a sitting because I get worn out but hopefully soon itâll be done!!!
Upon moving from somewhere where reader is familiar with people who look similar to her then to the north. Would reader feel any insecurity? How does Cregan comfort her?
See this completely depends on where in the south sheâs from. East of Dorne? Sheâd probably be fine, more proud of her and she might get a little bit of an ego boost at the stares.
But I do think theyâd eventually wear on her. Not necessarily insecurity, but she would definitely begin to question herself. She would get irritable easier and THATS what Cregan would pick up on. Like, I can give a lil example:
It was often did you venture outside Winterfellâs walls with your husband. Heâd learned many years ago that saying no was a mere suggestion you seldom accepted. He simply needed to speak with a smith about faulty bolts. Your presence was not necessary by any means. But you craved the excitement of searching a still unfamiliar land.
It was a busy day at the market. People bumped into one another, cursed, gave glares. But not you. Originally, the attention only inflated your self-esteem. It wasnât often northerners seen anyone with features like yours. There were similarities: deep skin tones, curls, prominent cheek bones, striking eyes. But you were still an outsider.
It begun to stir a feeling of unrest, prompting sneers that made eyes turn away out of confusion and guilt.
The hand that laid itself upon your shoulder was slapped away, a glare following. Your face fell when you seen it was your husbandâs hand youâd just swatted.
âAre you unwell?â His eyebrows furrowed. His tone seemed more thrown off than anything.
âNo, I didnât realize it was you,â you muttered. His eyes narrowed at how you avoided his gaze. Cregan was no scholar. But you were a book he could read with his eyes closed and ears full of wool. He seen the stares, but he also seen how the way you flourished in them dulled over time. The North was wearing you down, and it then sent a pang in his chest.
I just threw that together but THATS how he notices, but how heâd comfort herâŚ.itd be straight forward honestly. However long it takes her to open up she WILL. I can see him feeling at a loss because he doesnât know how to help. Heâs literally NEVER experienced that feeling before. Instead I feel heâd be more watchful, see how the stares look.
For the sake of the scenario Iâm gonna choose the stares being the âwhere is she from and why does she look so happyâ kind. He would so have to explain to her that northerners have the same 5 expressions for every emotion and they all look like disdain LMFAO. Cregan is 100% a logical comfort-er
Now Iâve talked about Cregan being an ass man, but I canât leave my top heavy girls hanging. The ONLY Stark I see as a boob man is ROBB. He doesnât care about the size either!!
His wifeâs chest is the thing he burrows his nose into while she rides him into actual oblivion. You would think heâs trying to breast feed with the way his mouth stays latched to her nipples too.
Itâs not even all sexual either, heâd also hold a hand on them while sleeping because theyâre warm and heâs âcoldâ (a lie, we all know the Stark men run like fucking wildfire all day and night). Heâd 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
may i introduce to you switch robb who sometimes dominates his wife and sometimes just wants to be submissive and pegged
HELL YES BROTHA. I posted that ramble to be silly goofy but I actually do think heâs a switch.
Like, think about it. Heâs the perfect candidate for this. I can see him teasing, taunting, and dominating his wife in a different way than most people put it. Heâs the type to make you (yes Iâm switching up the POV rq) shy and embarrassed by telling you to do stuff. Making you touch yourself, edging and making you beg, making you ride him with no help or back into him in doggy. All while grinning like a fucking evil man.
BUTTTTTT youâre getting back at him, because itâs not hard when itâs Robb the switch Stark. Heâs not submitting how youâd imagine though. Heâs a brat, you have to MAKE him. The best way is to overstimulate him to tears (half joking, but not really). The minute you keep sucking after heâs came, his hands are moving from your head to his legs to the furs without a clue on what to actually do. When you ride him and tell him âHands off, or Iâm stopping,â his knuckles clench so hard itâs an actual miracle heâs not bloodied his palms with his nails.
Now pegging is something I didnât even think of cause straps donât exist back then, but in a modern auâŚâŚâŚIâm fucking with it. Iâm adding it to my list of upcoming one shots LMFOSOAA
âRobb would manhandle his wifeâ âRobb would fuck his wife stupidâ âRobb would yada yada yadaâ 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 thatâs where she wanted him. Iâm a submissive Robb lover
Words cannot begin to describe how much I am already obsessed with this blog. Demographic found! Im just going to pull a chair and make myself comfortable, if you don't mind. Im a Cregan girly and a brown girl! To find a blog specifically for this niche is such a treat! Keep up the great work!
I constantly struggle to find any kind of Dorne!Reader or even Velaryon!Readers all the time and half of the ones that exist are mis-tagged Strong!Readers so thanks so much for filling in the void!
STOP THIS MADE ME LEGIT TEAR UP. I hated the feeling of feeling like, just left out of x reader fics ESPECIALLY for Cregan, and wanted to fill the void and Iâm so happy that my fics are being found by people that are literally me. Iâm recovering from surgery rn but Iâm writing little by little every day so TRUST and hold on because I got another Cregan (and soon Jon) fic gearing up. MUCH LOVE đ¤đ¤đ¤
Cregan Stark is an ass man. Thereâs absolutely no debate about this actually, he loves holding his wifeâs behind when theyâre alone. He loves giving it a swift, playful smack. He loves rubbing and squeezing it. Her hips are an obvious close contender, but he can NOT stay away from her ass.
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 thatâs why they hold their bodies together when a wind feels particularly cold. Thatâs why their hand slips beneath their wifeâs cloak in public, letting it rest heavy on her thighs. Thatâs the only reason, of course. JustâŚignore the ladyâs squirming.
Just had surgery guys I wish Cregan was here to kiss it better
I knowww modern!Cregan would ban his wife from lifting a thing or doing a thing after her surgery. Sheâs bed bound even if it was minor. Just another excuse to pamper her and treat her like the delightful princess he sees her as
Cregan learning to care for his Dornish wifeâs hair is so endearing. Her curls are tight and canât 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. Itâs more manageable and less of a hassle, he knows, thatâs why he doesnât 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 sheâs the most beautiful thing in the seven kingdoms.
Cregan learning to care for his Dornish wifeâs hair is so endearing. Her curls are tight and canât 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. Itâs more manageable and less of a hassle, he knows, thatâs why he doesnât 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 sheâs the most beautiful thing in the seven kingdoms.
Cregan does not play about his wife. From nobles to commoners, nobody is safe from his judgment if they dare cross her.
She remembers the first instance, they were still newly weds. It had only been four moons since theyâd married, and the snobbish women of her southern court were already speaking ill of her womb. Sheâd pleaded with Cregan to keep the peace, she knew how her husbandâs temperament got when she was involved now.
But it wasnât until he seen her crying did he go against her wishes, and publicly humiliated each of them. Just as they did her.
Itâs even worse if the assailant is a man, blood may be shed if soâwell. Blood was shed in her honor.
A lord was much too drunk, much too comfortable around the Lady of Winterfell. Heâd foolishly adopted beliefs about southern women being promiscuous to any who asked, and made the mistake of grabbing her in a way not even Cregan would in their filthiest of moments.
It is still said that years later, the splatter of the manâs insides are still found in nicks and corners of the castle.
Okay, come on. Everyone knows Cregan treats his wife like the queen she is. He worships the ground she walks on, treats her with the upmost respect, and never dares to treat her roughly.
âŚUntil she begs him for it. Stay with me now, Cregan would be hesitant. Of course he would be, his wife is not fragile but that does not stop him from treating her like a ruby. He would ask her if sheâs sure a thousand times over until she physically pulls him and pleads with that voice that makes his head buzz and his cock stir in his pants.
Itâs a miracle the entirety of Winterfell did not hear the sounds of him pleasuring his wife far into the hour of the wolf. Or, maybe they did. That could be why their maester avoids the ladyâs eyes for a week afterâŚ
The Stark men love to dote on their wives until theyâve 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 squirmâa 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 sheâs just pretending to sleep now.
Robb dotes with his liveliness. He purposely rouses her by opening the curtains and letting the sun flow in, heâs found that irritation wakes her best. Said irritation didnât last long, anyway.
And Jon dotes with his eyes, far long before itâs truly time to wake. His hands donât 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.
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