fourthcrow

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I AM ON A ROLL TODAY

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Not a new thot but I'm so glad we all agree Jon is a boob guy. Like, yes, he just is. (I think Ned and Robb are, too, because I like giving them all Mother Problems.)

this is the most factual thing I have ever heard.

stark men canon event = mommy issues

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What abt a sweet moment between Cregan and his wife when she finally starts to show with their first child?

he would be so sweet about it TRUST

it’s been a few months since your bedding ceremony and you both notice your change

maybe you’re a bit upset at first that your favorite dresses don’t fit the same but at the same time are happy as to why

cregan loves you and your body just the same if not MORE now that signs of him breeding you start showing

one morning when he’s helping you dress instead of your handmaiden as you both prefer him to, his hands snake around you from behind

he doesn’t say a word at first other than resting his palms on your belly and pressing sweet kisses to your neck

“I’ve got your little Starkling inside me, my love…”

“Our little pup, gorgeous… if it’s a girl, she’ll be as beautiful as her mother…”

“If it’s a boy, he’ll be as handsome as his father—but gods help us if he has your nature, Wolf of the North…” you tease before he presses a kiss to your lips, both happy your first child of several is on the way

abandoning your corset all together, cregan drops it, letting it fall to floor, forgotten; instead he pressed his lips against the flesh of your belly, smothering it with kisses on his knees before you

“I’ll have the dressmaker adjust your favourite gowns at once—and make you many new ones”

“my great husband… you’ll be an even better father…”

“and you the best mother… gods how even more gorgeous you’ll look in a few more months when you’re belly is all swollen with my seed, pretty…”

seeing the small baby bump for sure would drive him crazy because breeding kink is built into the stark men okay but he wouldn’t dream of hurting you or the baby

so when two take to bed it’s softer, sweeter, in the months that follow, as is stark, waiting on you hand and foot for every possible need

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I am so sick, I sound like chapter six arthur morgan

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Thot thoughts about the Stark men? Don’t mind if I do 🌝

I don’t have many thot thoughts about Robb or Jon (a said from the obligatory Stark breeding kink), but I will die on this hill, just hear me out

Cregan Stark is touch starved. I will die on this hill! It’s sort of logical if you think about it! Listen, he’s described as cold and guarded, a rough northern man. He lost his brother, mother and father, at a VERY young age. Then he lived under his uncle’s rule, a cruel man who tried to usurp him. I don’t think he got many cuddles from that BARELY there childhood

And then! His wife just fucking dies. He lives in medieval Westeros, as a man, with a man as a best friend. You won’t get many soft touches aside from your wife, especially if you’re northern. And the only love you’ll get, is from your family (in his traumatized mind), AND, he’s traumatized from losing literally everyone he loves. So! He’s touch starved (and probably overprotective over his loved ones, let’s be real)

So! Imagine Cregan x unladylike!reader. He likes people who go against the norm, who are unapologetically themselves. So imagine unladylike!reader, who’s smart, likes to hunt, swears, is quick witted, fearless, likes to ride long and hard, etc. And! Someone who isn’t prudish. Imagine Cregan x unladylike!reader who’s maybe led charges into battle plenty of times, who’s seen injured men change in front of her, who’s seen naked men many times, who’s helped patch them up

Cregan x unladylike!reader who touches him like it’s second nature, maybe tying back his hair if it’s bothering him, fixes his collar, his armor, patches him up shirtless (or maybe even pants-less 👀) touches his bare skin like it’s normal, and Cregan just melting at her touch. Unladylike!reader who’s touching Cregan’s bare skin while joking and laughing, and Cregan melting like ice in summer. Maybe even Cregan finding excuses just to have her touching him again… like getting married 🌝

(Sorry for the ramble, but this has been cooking in my mind for a damn WHILE now. If you don’t agree with any of this then that’s cool. Stay safe and have a nice day 🫶)

ANON I LOVE THE WAY YOUR BRAIN WORKS!! don't apologize because I loved reading all of this. unladylike!reader is very much giving mormont vibes and I fear I may be working on a small fic for this. but. here are my immediate thoughts just to get them out and said shajidifofocooconqmqm

like you said, cregan is sickeningly touch-starved and he probably wouldn't even realize it until he's faced with it directly. a passing brush of your fingers against his neck when you reached for his cloak to adjust it as it began to slip from his broad shoulders. it was only accidental, but gods. it drove him crazy and he can't stop thinking about it. after that he seeks out more — asks for help for the most foolish of things, things that he could definitely handle on his own, like fastening his armor or fixing his hair. after a while, he even catches himself seeking you out for injuries, however minor they may be, over the help of a maester or healer. such people only touch because it's their duty, but you touch him because you can and because you want to. the way you clap him on the back as you jest and laugh with him and the other men, or the way you run to hug him after long days apart, it makes him realize his ache, his need for that basic human contact. there's a certain roughness to it in the beginning, when feelings are just blossoming, but the way you handle him is laced with affection.

his initial desire is not rooted in any sexual desires (though those surely develop once you both are married, and possibly beforehand) but the simple desire to feel.. seen. not as the warden of the north, not as lord stark, but simply cregan. a man. there's a comfort in knowing you can handle yourself, in the ways you don't shy away from even the most gruesome or perverse scenes. it takes a small weight off his shoulders when you're they're to command his armies. at the end of the day, cregan knows you're there for him. there to be a strong voice, to be a comrade, a warrior, a healer, a woman to call his own. it's a strange kind of love, one that he hadn't known existed. you're the one he wants to protect and cherish, and never let go of.

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Heyyyy, well, I do not know if you will like this idea for fanfiction, but I have something that I wanted to write myself, but I have no idea how exactly, so I am giving you the idea of fanfic where reader are Robb's wife and she's in love with Jon and Robb is a really fucking jealous and possessive husband,he is angry at her for being in love with his bastard half brother but he tries not to show anger because he thinks that you are pregnant with his child and you shouldn't be nervous, but actually it was Jon's baby all along

You don't have to write this at all, but I'd love to read something like this.

HI NONNIE!! I was planning on answering this with the fic but I fear it may take a while, and may be in multiple parts. this idea has captivated me and I really want to take my time with it. it's gonna be angsty as hell but the pain is good

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I was tagged by @sophieturnersdoppelganger (thank you)

favorite color ⊹ ࣪ ˖ would it be too basic if I said black. black or sage green.

last song ⊹ ࣪ ˖ nettles by ethel cain <3

currently reading ⊹ ࣪ ˖ six of crows, rereading a song of ice and fire (still on AGOT)

currently watching ⊹ ࣪ ˖ lotr & the hobbit. my little sister had never seen them so I'm forcing her to watch them with me. and she's making me watch the walking dead (need rick and daryl tbh. also negan)

currently craving ⊹ ࣪ ˖ nothing. I can't taste anything rn because I am so sick but if I had to choose something to eat, it would he tomato soup.

coffee or tea ⊹ ࣪ ˖ can I say neither? 😭 I am a coffee hater but tea is alright, it depends on what kind. only peppermint or chamomile with honey is acceptable

no pressure tags (IDK WHO HAS DONE THIS SRY IF U WERE ALREADY TAGGED, I don't have a lot of mutuals yet) @satlun @dipperscavern @oldtowrs

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I'm feeling a bit better, and I'm in the mood to write, so send in your thots thoughts about the stark men 😁

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ohhh my goddd #needthat

Let me wrap my teeth around the world

Pulling Robb and Jon’s curly hair

Warnings: P in V sex, hair pulling(obv), cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex(wrap before you tap), slight marking if you squint(Jon),

A/N: I’ve read their blog for so long and I think @dipperscavern would like this.

Jon’s hair falls around your face while he pounds his hips into yours, the dark curls messy with sweat and exertion, you can’t tell if your hot or cold. The cold air of winterfells snowy winds drift in through the window and bite at your skin but the heat that courses through your cunt and abdomen make you sweat.

He groans when you thread your fingers through the dark tresses and tug at his scalp “careful” he grits a warning through his teeth, his hips slowing to roll in a circle hitting the soft spot inside you with every roll.

Squelching plaps echo the room as his hips sped back up again, it has you moaning and dragging your nails along his back.

That’s gonna hurt in the morning yet he can’t bring himself to focus on that, his senses have zeroed in on the way your snug cunt wraps around his cock. as he looks down to where your connected, those curls fall infront of his face, making you tuck them behind his hair so that you can look upon him as you cum all over his cock.

Robbs hair isn’t as long as Jon’s but that doesn’t mean you can’t grip onto it while he’s knuckle deep in your cunt.

You can grip the auburn curls to ride his face while he smirks up at you, his tongue curling and lapping at your clit. Your legs are hiked over his shoulders, heels digging into his back as your toes curl, he’ll even give you his fingers if you ask nicely, “yeah?, y’ like that?” as he curls them into your g-spot.

Your jaw falls open in a silent scream as your stomach twists and turns with as if filled with molten lava.

Your fingers curl around the auburn strands, providing even a small amount of grounding as your orgasm rushes towards you. Your thighs clench and twitch as he shakes his head, the friction almost mind-numbing as black spots start to dot your vision.

And you know he’ll smirk at you as he rises from between your legs, the scratchy hair on his chin that leaves your inner thighs red raw is soaked in your juices. he pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking them before he encases your mouth with his.

The taste of yourself tart on his tongue.

Even when he pushes your legs up to your chest to sink himself into your cunt, you can’t help but grip at the curls.

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── JON SNOW x CHUBBY!READER HEADCANONS.

notes: this is my first time posting my work online, constructive criticism is very much appreciated! this man has me barking like a rabid dog in heat I ain't even gonna lie. not proofread oops. this is rushed because I am very sick this week.

warnings: fem!wife!reader, basic body descriptions, small mentions of insecurities, tooth-rotting fluff, written with later seasons jon in mind, sfw and nsfw. mdni. jon's a munch for his wife.

— SFW. (slightly suggestive)

I feel like jon wouldn't care what his lover looks like, as the saying goes, beauty is on the inside, but there are pluses to having a chubby wife. a soft, plush woman to call his own.

jon loves having a hand on you at all times, and not even in a sexual way. he simply needs that contact, feeling the way your softness contrasts against his own hard build. whether it's a hand on the small of your back as you walk alongside or a steady grip on your plump thigh beneath the table during feasts, jon wants needs to feel you. his favorite thing is probably holding your hand. it's so simple and innocent, and yet the feeling of your soft skin against his own is near maddening. his palms are rough and calloused from years of swordplay and hard work, while yours seem just as delicate as the petals of a rose.

the way your body fits into dresses is one of his favorite sights. the bodice hugs the flare of your hips and outlines the curves of your beautiful body in all the right ways. whenever you wear a gown with a particularly low neckline, it offers a tantalizing view of the swell of your breasts, a teasing sight of what he already knows lies beneath, but still feels his mouth run dry like some green boy. because it's you. you, his gorgeous, sweet, perfect little wife.

if jon could curl up in bed with you and bury his face in-between your chest, in the soft pudge of your stomach, or lie his head upon your lap, and stay there forever — he would do so in a heartbeat. it's one of his favorite places. it makes him feel safe, it makes him feel loved. especially when you delicately trace over his features or run your fingers through his hair.

another thing your husband adores is the way your rounded cheeks split into a grin each time you see him. it's so very endearing, watching the way your visage shifts, enlighten by his very presence alone.

very much gives grumpy x sunshine. jon, your quiet, brooding, king in the north who only ever shows his sweeter side to you, all vulnerable and caring in the warmth of your embrace. he would not hesitate to defend you whenever needed. while jon loves your body, all its softness, all its warmth, he knows that self-love is much harder for you. some lady from the court whispered under her breath about you? not happening. a drunken lord called you a horrid name between a snicker and another swig of ale? not on jon's watch. you're his wife, his love, and he will not stand for any disrespect. he only wishes you could see yourself through his own eyes.

and then there's the more practical side that comes with the extra bit of weight you carry. winters in the north are harsh and unforgiving. jon doesn't want some frail, delicate woman who he fears won't make it past the season. you come with a bit of extra hardiness, extra warmth.

another aspect of such topics is the prospect of carrying children — if that was something you both would wish for — again, jon doesn't want a fragile thing to worry about. he doesn't want you to break while you're carrying his child, and while he will still worry, he knows your body is practically made for bearing his little wolf pups.

— NSFW.

we already know that jon is canonically a munch. between your legs is surely better than whatever paradise comes after death. the way your fingers thread through his dark curls, tousling them from their bun, your pliant body squirming beneath him. oh, it's his own personal heaven. jon loves the way your plump thighs wrap around his head as he worships you with his tongue and lips. he could spend an eternity there, slurping up your nectar and suckling on your swollen clit. it has him groaning against your cunt and grinding against the featherbed.

jon loves the sight of your body sprawled out beneath him, your hair splayed across the pillows like a silken halo, framing you as his angel in the flesh. he loves to watch the way your flesh molds to his fingers as he grips your thighs or waist, the way the skin ripples with each one of his thrusts.

and your boobs. gods, your boobs. it doesn't matter what shape they are, or how big they are, he would kiss and suck and knead them until you were whining, crying out for him for more. I am a firm believer that jon snow is a boob guy.

his favorite thing when you are intimate is simply holding you as close as possible. with one strong arm tucked beneath your body, keeping you pressed against the hard planes of his chest as he drags his hips against yours. his other forearm is propped beside your head, keeping him up so he can watch the way your face scrunched in bliss, the way you look up at him like he's your whole world. his hand cradles your cheek, thumb reverently stroking your skin as he keeps you close and makes you cum.

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hello!!! oh my god! you only have one post and i already love your mind!!! very excited for what’s to come (also your blog is so pretty)!!!

hi!!! thank you so much omg??? I definitely have more works planned once I am not sick anymore 🙏🙏😔

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YESSS

THANK YOU for feeding my stark men obsession. I think I have read all of your works within the span of a few hours

ANY FREAKING TIME I HOPE U ENJOYED 💘💘 i jsut checked your blog and oh my god your theme to die for AND JON SNOW I SEE JON SNOW

EDIT: EQUESTRIAN YOURE A HORSE GIRL NO WAY NO WAY ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO

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── JON SNOW x CHUBBY!READER HEADCANONS.

notes: this is my first time posting my work online, constructive criticism is very much appreciated! this man has me barking like a rabid dog in heat I ain't even gonna lie. not proofread oops. this is rushed because I am very sick this week.

warnings: fem!wife!reader, basic body descriptions, small mentions of insecurities, tooth-rotting fluff, written with later seasons jon in mind, sfw and nsfw. mdni. jon's a munch for his wife.

— SFW. (slightly suggestive)

I feel like jon wouldn't care what his lover looks like, as the saying goes, beauty is on the inside, but there are pluses to having a chubby wife. a soft, plush woman to call his own.

jon loves having a hand on you at all times, and not even in a sexual way. he simply needs that contact, feeling the way your softness contrasts against his own hard build. whether it's a hand on the small of your back as you walk alongside or a steady grip on your plump thigh beneath the table during feasts, jon wants needs to feel you. his favorite thing is probably holding your hand. it's so simple and innocent, and yet the feeling of your soft skin against his own is near maddening. his palms are rough and calloused from years of swordplay and hard work, while yours seem just as delicate as the petals of a rose.

the way your body fits into dresses is one of his favorite sights. the bodice hugs the flare of your hips and outlines the curves of your beautiful body in all the right ways. whenever you wear a gown with a particularly low neckline, it offers a tantalizing view of the swell of your breasts, a teasing sight of what he already knows lies beneath, but still feels his mouth run dry like some green boy. because it's you. you, his gorgeous, sweet, perfect little wife.

if jon could curl up in bed with you and bury his face in-between your chest, in the soft pudge of your stomach, or lie his head upon your lap, and stay there forever — he would do so in a heartbeat. it's one of his favorite places. it makes him feel safe, it makes him feel loved. especially when you delicately trace over his features or run your fingers through his hair.

another thing your husband adores is the way your rounded cheeks split into a grin each time you see him. it's so very endearing, watching the way your visage shifts, enlighten by his very presence alone.

very much gives grumpy x sunshine. jon, your quiet, brooding, king in the north who only ever shows his sweeter side to you, all vulnerable and caring in the warmth of your embrace. he would not hesitate to defend you whenever needed. while jon loves your body, all its softness, all its warmth, he knows that self-love is much harder for you. some lady from the court whispered under her breath about you? not happening. a drunken lord called you a horrid name between a snicker and another swig of ale? not on jon's watch. you're his wife, his love, and he will not stand for any disrespect. he only wishes you could see yourself through his own eyes.

and then there's the more practical side that comes with the extra bit of weight you carry. winters in the north are harsh and unforgiving. jon doesn't want some frail, delicate woman who he fears won't make it past the season. you come with a bit of extra hardiness, extra warmth.

another aspect of such topics is the prospect of carrying children — if that was something you both would wish for — again, jon doesn't want a fragile thing to worry about. he doesn't want you to break while you're carrying his child, and while he will still worry, he knows your body is practically made for bearing his little wolf pups.

— NSFW.

we already know that jon is canonically a munch. between your legs is surely better than whatever paradise comes after death. the way your fingers thread through his dark curls, tousling them from their bun, your pliant body squirming beneath him. oh, it's his own personal heaven. jon loves the way your plump thighs wrap around his head as he worships you with his tongue and lips. he could spend an eternity there, slurping up your nectar and suckling on your swollen clit. it has him groaning against your cunt and grinding against the featherbed.

jon loves the sight of your body sprawled out beneath him, your hair splayed across the pillows like a silken halo, framing you as his angel in the flesh. he loves to watch the way your flesh molds to his fingers as he grips your thighs or waist, the way the skin ripples with each one of his thrusts.

and your boobs. gods, your boobs. it doesn't matter what shape they are, or how big they are, he would kiss and suck and knead them until you were whining, crying out for him for more. I am a firm believer that jon snow is a boob guy.

his favorite thing when you are intimate is simply holding you as close as possible. with one strong arm tucked beneath your body, keeping you pressed against the hard planes of his chest as he drags his hips against yours. his other forearm is propped beside your head, keeping him up so he can watch the way your face scrunched in bliss, the way you look up at him like he's your whole world. his hand cradles your cheek, thumb reverently stroking your skin as he keeps you close and makes you cum.

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