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Lookalike - Bonus chapter
With @cosmic-darikano Summary: Robb finds you leaving Winterfell and has an interesting proposal. WC: 3.6k words Warnings: Canon divergence. Smut. Role play. Virginity Kink. Dirty talk. Prostitution. Gentle sex. Possessive sex.
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You strode through the halls with your bag over your shoulder, trying to keep yourself as quiet as possible as you walked through the dark walls.
“Sansa?” someone called behind you in a new whisper. “Sansa!”
You turned around, a little surprised and fearful, and stood straighter when a tall man walked to you.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, surprised.
You blinked, unsure of what to say, recognising his voice as the same person who had knocked on Theon’s door.
And then, you recognised him.
Robb Stark, the heir to Winterfell.
You bowed without thinking twice.
“You have me confused with someone else, milord,” you said quickly.
He strode a little back, and picked up a torch, taking it to your face, and you watched as his face moved from recognising you and then realising you were not his sister.
“Gods,” he exclaimed under his breath. “It’s uncanny.”
You gulped.
“So I’ve heard,” you whispered.
He opened his mouth, but stopped himself from speaking as he recomposed himself.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. “This is not the servant’s quarters.”
You swallowed down, thinking about your lie. Yes, you could use the lie Theon had invented, but you were leaving now. You might as well be honest.
At least it wasn’t Lord Stark you would have to confess to.
“Lord Greyjoy invited me,” you said simply. “And now I’m leaving.”
He looked like he was thinking for a moment before rolling his eyes, seeming to realise the truth.
“That idiot,” he shook his head. “He shouldn’t have let you leave so late. You’ll freeze before you get wherever you’re going.”
You scoffed. Didn’t he know you were a daughter of the north? You were well used to the cold.
“Come,” he ordered anyway, holding out his hand.
For a single second, you were grateful, thinking he would lead you to the servant’s quarters again, but quickly realised it wasn’t that when you started climbing up a new set of stairs.
Of fucking course.
Take the whore to your room, she will not say no to fucking you.
Still, you followed him, not knowing where else to go, and stood outside his door when he opened it.
“Milord, there is no need,” you whispered, looking around, afraid of being caught.
“My parents won’t be back for another fortnight if that’s what is worrying you,” he told you. “They are attending a wedding.”
You looked for words.
“Milord-” you started, and then corrected yourself, knowing how those fancy people liked their fancy names said right. “My lord, I’m not sure if you are thinking what I’m thinking.”
He raised his chin.
“You are a… woman of a certain profession,” he spoke slowly. “Aren’t you?”
“A whore,” you told him. “Yes.”
Lord Stark nodded. Gods, you were sore, he couldn’t possibly think you would want to fuck more.
“But I have a hard day of work,” you reminded him. “You would not ask a farmer to work another field when he’s already settled his crops.”
He swallowed down, and you could see his eyes running over your face and your body, but then chuckled.
“I supposed you’re right,” he agreed. “But I would compensate you if you just allow me to have your company for the rest of the night.”
You watched his face for a moment. Well, you were always a betting woman.
Finally, you agreed, following him inside, and he offered to take your coat silently, pointing to a table by the corner of his chambers.
“I have food,” he pointed out. “Have Theon fed you?”
No, he hadn’t. You had had to have lunch with a few servants.
“Go eat,” he commanded you. “The fire is warm.”
You stepped away, sitting on the near table, and looked down when he knelt in front of you, slowly taking off your boots.
Why was he being so nice?
You wanted to ask but didn’t want to push your luck, so you just ate, feeling his eyes on you as you did.
“I’m sure you’ve heard all about it, but you are very beautiful,” Lord Stark noted. “You look a lot like my sister.”
You chuckled.
“Yes, I know that,” you smiled at him.
Yet, his eyes continued to analyse you and raised a hand to his nose.
“But you have a bit of a curve here,” he pointed out. “A bump. It’s charming.”
You swallowed down, watching his face.
Maybe he was like his half-brother and his ward friend.
“And your eyes,” he pointed. “Look at me.”
You raised your gaze to his face, obedient.
“Her eyes become grey under the firelight,” he told you. “Yours look hazel. You have green on them, don’t you?:”
You nodded simply.
“My mother always said I had green speckles on them,” you answered simply. “I’ve never found a mirror good enough to see it.”
Lord Stark walked closer to you, and put a finger under your chin, raising it.
“Let me be yours, then,” he whispered, eyes still watching you.
You swallowed down dryly, his gaze almost unsettling now.
“You are more freckled,” he realised. “Sansa doesn’t let the sun touch her skin too much.”
Of course she did. Prickly little lady.
“I used to work in the fields with my father before he died,” you told him. “You’d be surprised at how much more freckled I could get.”
“Is that why you’re here?” he asked. “Because he died?”
You looked at him uncomfortably. That was a sore subject.
“I was an only child, milord,” he reminded you. “My mother was sick, and I needed to feed her and couldn’t keep the farm running. There are only a few jobs who will take a bony girl with no skills, and I am lucky I’m pretty.”
Lord Stark pulled away.
"Apologies," he sighed. "I hope I didn’t upset you."
You thought for a moment. In truth, he hadn’t.
"You didn’t,” you assured him. “It’s good to talk about myself for once, in my line of work it can be hard to remember who you are."
He nodded, watching you with attentive blue eyes.
“Would you leave it?” he asked. “Your line of work, if you had somewhere to go. Something else to do.”
You watched him, confused.
Somewhere to go? Something to do? You didn’t have any of that.
“I’m not becoming your kitchen maid, Lord Stark,” you told him.
Lord Stark chuckled.
“I am not suggesting that,” he assured you. “It’s an honest question.”
You relaxed in your seat, looking away, a little embarrassed by your quick assumptions.
“I always wanted to be a seamstress,” you confessed. “My mother said my grandmother did that, that it gave their family a comfortable life down South.”
He made an intrigued sound.
“In the South?” he asked. “And why did she leave?”
You chuckled a bit.
“She saw a handsome red-headed man with curls to die for, once,” you smiled, remembering your father. “Not very tall, but very sweet. And when he left, she followed him home.”
Your parents were very much in love. He never thought little of her, even when they couldn’t have children, and they were both very good to you.
“My mother taught me most of what I know,” you told him. “Her dresses were beautiful. Mine too, but… you know. Whore can’t show off pretty dresses.”
“I would love to see your dresses,” he told you.
You raised your eyes to his face, surprised.
“Just for me,” he added in a whisper.
You didn’t answer, wary, and Lord Stark licked his lips.
“I’m sure you know of arrangements, of…” he looked for words.
“Whores being exclusive?” you asked him.
He pressed his lips together.
“Yes,” he agreed. “That’s one way to put it.”
You chuckled, understanding.
“Then the word you might be looking for is mistress, my lord,” you decided. “You give her a house, pay for her servants…”
“Yes,” he agreed.
You watched his face, considering and waiting.
“I’ll give you a house, of course. A big one, with servants I will pay for,” he listed. “And I’ll buy you houses that you can rent out so that you can have something concrete in your name while you build up your business.”
Houses and servants of your own?
From a man that you had yet to fuck?
It was too good to be true.
“And what’s the catch?” you asked him.
He pressed his lips together.
“You’d have to play a part,” he told you. “When I’m with you. Make your hair in a special way, wear special clothes, special perfumes…”
“Make myself look more like your sister,” you assumed.
Lord Stark’s jaw clenched.
Just like his bastard brother.
“Oh, don’t look like that,” you scoffed. “I’m not here to judge you.”
You tapped your fingers on the table, thinking.
“Won’t your parents find out?” you asked. “If I am to become your mistress.”
He looked at you, surprised by your question.
“They trust me enough not to get in my business, and we’ll give them no reason to even think anything about you,” he assured you. “And even if they do, isn’t it best that I have my own mistress and don’t go around hiring prostitutes?”
You continued to think. Being a whore wasn’t exactly something you loved doing. Not every man was nice and gentle, or even considerate enough with you.
“Is that all you ask of me?” you asked him. “That I play her part?”
He nodded.
It was nice, trying to think of what could go wrong.
“And what if you get tired of me?” you asked.
“You’ll have your houses,” he reminded you. “And your business.”
“And what about children?” you asked him. “What if I get with child?”
Lord Stark looked at your face, shaking his head as he seemed to think.
“I would ask you that, if you want a child,” he spoke slowly. “You wait. Until I’ve had my wife, and my own children. If you do not, I’m afraid our agreement will be finished, and your pregnancy too.”
Smart, very smart. You squinted at him.
“Are you afraid a son of mine might want to take your seat from your legitimate children?”
“I might have strange ideas, but I’m not a fool, my dear,” he reminded you. “If we have a good relationship, I might give you a child for you not to feel lonely. But I’ll have my heirs before I risk having any bastard.”
He was reasonable. He was also very sure that you would stay with him for that long of a time, that you’d never part your ways.
“You sound like you know I’ll be around for a long time,” you smirked.
Lord Stark stared you in the face with desire in his gaze.
“I do,” he agreed. “If I wanted someone for a short time, I wouldn’t have a mistress.”
You hummed, and Lord Stark continued to watch you, expectant.
“What do you say, my dear?” he asked, at least.
You looked at his face, realising, at last, how he didn’t even know your name.
“Y/N,” you told him. “My name is Y/N.”
Lord Stark simply nodded, waiting.
“Alright,” you agreed. “I’ll be your mistress after you buy me my house.”
He smirked, chuckling.
“Smart girl,” he agreed. “It’ll be done this week. I’ll have a man take you from your brothel as soon as it is done.”
You smiled, resting, and he cleared his throat.
“But… do you mind if I take some… early liberties?” he asked. “An early experience of my own.”
Another no-surprise.
“Of course, my lord,” you confirmed.
“Robb,” he corrected you.
You changed your posture, softening your voice.
“Of course, Robb,” you answered instead.
He smiled, at last, and walked to you, kneeling by your feet.
“You’re such a pretty girl,” he spoke softly. “Did you braid your hair for me?”
Men. Always thinking all pretty things were done for them.
“Oh yes!” you giggled a little. “Do you like it?”
He smiled.
“Yes, I do...” Robb hummed, pulling you close and standing up, raising you along with him. “It looks very pretty.”
You nodded along, and he pulled you, switching places with you and sitting back down.
“You haven’t finished your dinner yet,” he realised. “You should do so.”
His hands moved to your hips, and he tugged you gently.
“Here,” he spoke softly. “Take a seat.”
You tried to play innocent, sitting on your dear brother’s lap, and relaxed against his chest when he put his arms around your waist.
“Always smelling so good, pretty girl,” he purred. “I need to get you another bottle of that oil, don’t I?”
Your eyes widened.
The fucking oil!
Theon must have stolen it from Lady Sansa.
“It’s almost over,” you mumbled, instead, taking a bite of the bread.
His hands skimmed your waist, lower and lower, touching your hip.
Robb caressed you slowly and you could feel your dress being pulled up bit by bit, slowly and almost sneakily.
“Open your legs for me, will you?” he whispered into your neck. “Be nice for your big brother.”
He pushed your dress and put his hand on your thigh.
“Robb!” you gasped.
He just shushed you.
“It’s alright,” he hummed. “It’s just me, Sansa.”
He climbed up, and you shivered. Maybe because this was so illicit, or you were just too sensitive from being touched so much just before he did.
“Am I not nice to you?” he asked softly. “Don’t I give you such nice gifts?”
“Yes,” you squirmed.
“Don’t I always protect you?”
“Of course, Robb.”
He hummed along, hand continuing to climb up as he kissed your cheek.
“I have to make sure you’re okay,” he purred. “That you’re feeling good.”
He spread your legs more, and his hand stopped right at your cunt, and you could feel his body tense.
“Is this cum in your cunt, Sansa?” he asked in a near growl.
You gasped.
“No!” you protested.
He pushed two fingers into your cunt, not even waiting for you to look for words to explain yourself.
“And why is this cunt all lose, uh?” he asked. “Taking my two fingers like that, all smeared with wetness?”
You squirmed, and he grabbed your neck, pulling you flush against his body, and you moaned when his heel pressed your bud.
“Why is this pussy so sensitive if I hadn’t even touched it before?” he growled.
You moaned, squirming as he moved his hand with a maddening pace, slapping your skin as he did.
“Who has been fucking you?” he accused, furious.
You wanted to deny it, but you knew you couldn’t.
“I’m sorry, Robb,” you whimpered. “I’ve just been aching so much I need to be filled, I… I had my hairbrush, and…”
Robb pushed you off of his lap, and you expect him to take you to his bed, but he just made you lay across his thigh, and pulled your dress and shift up, exposing your bare bottom.
“You fucked yourself with your hairbrush?” he growled, “Like a stupid slut?”
He moved his hand down, slapping your ass.
“Bad girl, Sansa,” he smacked you again. “Very bad girl.”
You cried out, pouting, but he didn’t stop.
“I’m sorry, Robb,” you insisted.
“As your older brother, I have to punish you,” he affirmed simply. “I can’t have my baby sister acting like a stupid slut around the rest of Winterfell.”
His hand smacked your cheeks, and you yelped when it hit your cunt, slapping your folds.
“I just wanted to be filled,” you argued. “I’m sorry, Robb, I’m sorry.”
He hummed along with you.
“You want to be filled, sweet girl?” he smacked your ass.
“I should have come to you,” you whined, feeling his cock against your belly, hard and ready. “I’m sorry.”
He stopped.
“What did you say?” he asked, voice softening.
“All I want is my brother’s cock,” you insisted. “I’m sorry, Robb, I’m so sorry.”
Robb stopped, and his hand slowly moved down your ass, caressing it for a moment, soothing your ache.
“Oh, sweet Sansa,” he hummed.
Suddenly, he pulled you off his lap and lifted you up, making you stand, and put his finger under your chin.
“You want my cock Sansa?” he whispered. “Want me to fill you up?”
You nodded, and he picked you up, carrying you to his bed.
“You should have asked me,” he spread your legs. “You could have just told me, sweet girl.”
Robb moved a hand to his pants, and you watched as he pulled his cock out, gasping for a second.
Gods. He was fucking thick.
Not ‘whore fakes surprise’ thick, actually thick.
"I’m the only one that can fill you up. Not a stupid brush, me!” he rubbed the head of his cock against your folds. “I’m your big brother who is always here for you.”
“Yes, Robb,” you whimpered, and gasped when he pulled you, flipping you on the bed and raising your ass.
“Like that, sweet girl,” he growled.
Before you could even think, he was already rubbing himself on your entrance.
“Wait!” you gasped. “It’s too big.”
He clearly didn’t care, and you bit into the closest pillow when a moan a little too loud broke through your lips as his cock pushed into you, stretching your walls, both making you ache and giving you pleasure.
“You can take it,” he hissed. “You can take all of it.”
Robb pulled back and pushed into you, more and more, and all you could do was grab the sheets, moaning as your sore cunt was used again.
“Good Sansa,” he panted. “Such a good girl for me, such a good little sister.”
You whimpered into his pillows, and gasped when his balls hit your sensitive bud, and he buried his cock all into you, bottoming out.
“Robb,” you moaned.
He pulled back, fucking you hard and fast, his hips hitting your ass so hard you could hear it in your ears and feel it sting as much as his hands had done.
“Sweet little Sansa,” he grunted. “All mine.”
“All yours,” you cried.
His cock rubbed against your sweet spot, and felt yourself getting close just your ass burned.
“Please, Robb,” you cried. “I need…”
He slammed into you once more.
“What do you need?” he moved his hand around you, pinching your bud, and you screamed.
“I’m so close,” you panted. “I need to cum, big brother, please.”
His finger circled your bud, testing it, and you felt your cunt fluttering around him.
“Is this the place you want me to play with, sweet Sansa?” he asked, cock slamming into you. “Is this how you want me to make you cum?”
You nodded, whimpering.
“Yes,” you cried. “Please, Robb, please.”
“Then cum for me, pretty girl.”
You closed your eyes, and he played with you, quick and insistent, holding you close as you cried into his pillow, peaking so loudly it was almost embarrassing.
Robb continued to fuck you carelessly, stretching your cunt out to the brink as he brushed down your hair, rubbing his nose over your skin, taking every single drop of your scent.
“My pretty girl,” he hummed. “I’m going to cum in you, sweet Sansa. And you are going to take it, aren’t you?”
You whimpered, too overwhelmed now, and he kissed the back of your neck.
“Robb,” you cried, remembering who you were supposed to be. “We can’t.”
Lady Sansa couldn’t have her brother spilling inside her, she couldn’t risk having his bastard baby.
“I’ll give you tea, sweet girl,” he promised. “No one will know, you don’t need to worry.”
You cried, but he didn’t seem to even care, grabbing your hips, hammering into you in an erratic rhythm.
“My Sansa,” he growled. “Taking my seed like a good little sister, letting me put my baby into your womb.”
You just lied there, moaning along.
“And you’re going to take all of it,” he rambled. “Every night now, aren’t you, sweet girl? ‘Cause you’re mine now, all mine.”
You felt his shuddering as he came inside you, but he didn’t stop pushing his cock into you.
"We're a pack,” he hugged, finally stopped, burying his cock so deep it made you ache, as if he was trying to make sure his see would stay inside. “I will give you so many pups, sweet girl.”
He stopped, at last, kissing the middle of your back, and you expect him to pull out and let you go. Instead, Robb took his cock from inside you and pulled you along to lie by his side, holding you close.
“My Lord,” you sighed.
You had to leave before they noticed you.
“Stay here,” he squeezed your middle, kissing your shoulder. “You can leave in the morning.”
You hesitated, unsure.
“We’ll pretend you were a kitchen girl,” he spoke softly. “Say you didn’t get the job, and I was nice enough to walk you out.”
Still, you were unsure, and he just brushed your hair back.
“I’m acting lord of Winterfell,” he reminded you. “It is fine.”
You forced yourself to relax in his arms. It wasn’t the gossip that worried you - let the people talk, she didn’t plan to step into Winterfell anytime again soon - but Sansa Stark.
You couldn’t bear to face her if you accidentally walked past her. What would you even do, seeing the woman you were going to pretend to be for… well, you didn’t even know how long, starting now.
Still, you were a whore. Well… a soon-to-be mistress - the whore of a single man - and this was the man you had to obey.
So, you tried to get comfortable, and it was easy. Lord Robb held you close in his strong arm, warmer and sweeter than anything you had ever experienced in your life in a protective hold that rocked you to sleep.
Well, there were many worse places you could be. This wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all.
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could you make a robb stark x baratheon reader where they grow up together as friends and were promised to each other, at the beginning reader thinks robb doesn't wanna marry her but then he tells her he loves her
if you could please add smut at the end (afab reader btw)
Robb Stark*Arranged
Pairing: arranged marriage!robb stark x princess!reader
Word count: 2272
Warnings: arranged marriage, anxiety, talks of running away, making out, (smut in part two but this is mostly wholesome), fluff
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A/N: sorry this (and everything else lol) has taken so long but part two with the smut will be up in the next couple of days :)
despite being a Baratheon by blood, by title, and by name most days you felt more like a Stark than anything else. Your father had sent you up to the North on your eleventh name day to become a ward of Ned Stark as part of an alliance of sort. Marrying his eldest daughter to a well-respected and established house only strengthened your fathers claim.
It had benefits for you, well at least he told you all his reasons in the letters. You’d be safe under lord starks protection, able to grow up alongside Sansa Stark who was only a year younger than you, become the future lady of Winterfell, and most importantly, to you at least, marry your childhood crush.
Yes, that’s right from the time you met him at four, him being five, you were smittened. Your father had travelled north on business but also happened to attend the wedding of one of the northern lords. He and ned laughed loudly, clinking their glasses together, as they watched you force Robb to walk down a pretend aisle with you that Jon helped you set up with chairs.
Of course, it was just a silly crush. It’s not like four-year-olds understand what a wedding is. By the time you moved to the north at eleven it was just a fond memory of your fathers he would tell at dinner parties.
In the nicest way possible when you first arrived Robb didn’t even care you were there. He was twelve and running about with wooden swords to practise with Jon and Theon while you and Sansa would practise hairstyles in each other’s hair.
However, by fifteen something dreadful happened. You fancied him.
Sure, in theory it sounded great but there were so many awkward moments. After all you were only fifteen. You couldn’t help that your face went beat red when he gave you a necklace for your birthday and when he told you that you looked ‘pretty’ one day you could barely muster out a thank you, you were so shocked.
You did your best to shove it down and pretend everything was normal over the years, but the crush never went away. You got better at hiding it. you had to as you’d grown closer over the years. Since Sansa had no interest in horse riding you were left to go with the trio, as you called them, instead. It soon became one of your favourite past times and you quickly grew close with the three boys. Especially Robb.
You figured it was a good idea especially as the talks of your marriage began cropping up more frequently. Your parents started pushing you to go on chaperoned excursions to markets and walks through the gods’ woods. They had no clue, or at least pretended, about the unchaperoned ones. Often you disappeared into the gods wood for some peace or the fields behind Winterfell to race. Robb began to bring food in his satchel so your excursions could turn into late lunches in the few sunny days of Winterfell.
“I definitely won,” he grinned as he dismounted his horse.
“Yeah right,” you scoffed as you jumped down, “you cheated,”
“How?”
“You went before I said go!”
“It’s three, two, one, go on one,”
“No, it’s not. Its three, two, one, go,”
“As in go already I said one,”
“As in you’re a cheat,” you huffed as you sat down against a thick oak tree.
Robb laughed at your antics as he sat down beside you, pulling his satchel out, “Truce?” he offered as he pulled out a parcel of sandwiches.
You pretended to think it over before nodding, “Truce,” For a few moments you sat in silence eating the sandwiches before you finally decided to tell him the news that had been weighing over you for the past week. “My mother sent me a raven,”
“Oh?” Robb paused, mid bite with concern written on his face. Your father sent you letters on a weekly basis but so far, your mother had only sent three since you left. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, well, I think so. I’m not sure,” you paused for a moment before just blurting it out, “She’s coming next week. With a seamstress,” Robb stared at you confused, “For the wedding,”
“Oh,” the word shattered your heart. While you had become friends over the year neither one of you ever spoke about the impending nuptials. Sure, you wanted to marry him, but you were terrified. Not of marriage. He was a good man. He would treat you right whether he wanted this marriage or not. But that’s when the fear came in. what if Robb could never love you? “Aren’t most girls excited about fancy dresses?” he tried to joke, lighten the mood like he always did. Its what he always did whenever the wedding was brought up. Play it off, make a joke, laugh. It was all an awkward joke to him.
“I suppose, Sansa will be,” you laughed. She really had become like a sister to you over the years, “I suppose though this means it will be arranged soon,” you tried to look at him, but Robb just stared down at his food. “Unless we escape somehow,” you joked, copying his defence mechanism.
He looked up a smiled a little, “Quick you grab the horses, I’ll pack the bag. We’ll ride at dawn,” he joked.
“Imagine. Take all the back roads till we get to Riverrun,”
“Bribe the Frays into letting us cross,”
“Then straight down to Dorne,”
“Sounds like a plan,” he smiled, knocking his knee against yours. “Jon would never forgive me if I left him behind,”
“Him and Arya can come with. We’ll become sellswords,”
“Sounds like we’ve got it all planned out,”
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When you returned to Winterfell Catelyn ran up to you both in a tizzy, “Where have you both been?” she whispers shouted, smiling at a passing lord before scouring, “A messenger from the king has arrived,”
You knew she meant well but your stomach dropped. you both followed her to the hall but soon the sorrowful look on your face was replaced by a grin, “Uncle Tyrion,” you rushed up to him immediately.
“Ah my favourite niece. Finally returned from some dingy pub I assume,” he joked though Cat couldn’t help but frown a little. They were both protective just in their own ways. “Don’t worry I’m not here to stay long. Just come down on your father’s behalf to organise the wedding. Speaking of, Lord Stark I do believe this is the first time we’ve met,” he extended a courteous nod to a very nervous looking Robb.
“Lord Tyrion,” he bowed.
“It goes without saying if you hurt my niece, I will have to have my men kill you,” he said, head tilting to the side making Robb gulp, “But other than that it’s lovely to meet you,” he grinned widely like a jester.
“Don’t tease him uncle,” you shook your head, but Tyrion just laughed, “I’d say you’ll get used to him, but no one has so far,”
“You’re so kind niece, truly,” he laughed, “Now onto business The king has organised his travels and shall be in Winterfell by the first of next month so we shall have to act swiftly,”
Panic set on all three of your faces. Though Robb and yours was far different than Catelyn’s. “My lord that’s awfully soon. We may not have the provisions to afford so many guests so soon- “
“No fear my lady. I was also sent with my father’s gold. No Lannister shall have anything less than a golden affair,” you could see the relief melt from Catelyn but yours was just setting in.
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For the next three weeks every discussion you had was about the wedding. cakes, flowers, food, music, dresses, veils, and most daunting of all; organising the preparation for Robb’s and yours new chamber. Tyrion even sent a seamstress to your room to organise an outfit for your wedding night. It was all quickly becoming too much.
You’d barely even seen Robb since the planning began. There was no time to calm down and no one to remind you to breathe. That was his job. Whenever you got nervous, he would gently grab your wrist under the table, running his thumb over the back of your hand. But he was nowhere to be found.
You eventually managed to find Jon who told you Robb was under the same stresses. His mother had him arranging with traders and mingling with the growing number of lords appearing at Winterfell’s gates. “Suppose this is the stresses of being a lady,” Jon joked.
It was only then it hit you. Soon this whole castle would be yours to run. How would you ever have time to breathe let alone enjoy your husband’s company if he would even have you.
Despite missing your family, the night before their arrivals, you cried quietly in your chamber. Their arrival tomorrow only marked the three remaining days you had left as a maid. Perched on an open windows ledge, the cold air stung your cheek but at least as you watched the birds fly you could feel a little of their freedom.
Then there was a quiet but rapid knocking. The faint sound brought your attention to the door which was shut less than a second after it was opened. “Hey sorry I’ve not come sooner- “Robb’s voice entered the room, for some reason making your tears sting more. Robb shivered from the cold, “Why’s the window open? You’ll freeze princess,”
Robb rushed to your side, leaning past you to shut the glass to preserve what little heat he could. His confusion fell from his face when he saw your tears, “What’s the matter?” his voice was soft and tender as he sat across from you to hold your hands, his thumbs stroking over the back on them.
“I don’t know,” you lied in a whisper.
Robb knew. He always knew when you lied. He just nodded gently though. “I’ll start a fire,” he was on his feet again.
“I can fetch someone if you wish- “
“But I’m already here,” he teased as he knelt by the fireplace.
As he got to work in silence you padded across the floor. The stone floor felt like ice against your bare feet making you quicken your pace till you could sit on the small sofa in front of the fire Robb had started. “Easy, see,” he said, joining you on the couch, “We’ll get a heat in you,”
“Thanks,” you sniffled.
You sat in an easy silence though when you left out another sigh Robb was compelled to place an arm around your shoulder. You leant into his touch, your head rested on his shoulder and his on yours. A few moments passed before he spoke, “Jon said you were asking for me,”
You weren’t sure why you tensed, “I just worry sometimes,”
“I know,”
You couldn’t stand the next silence that followed so made a joke, “Thought you’d ran away,”
“Without you?” he said, pulling back to grin back at you, “Nah we have a deal princess. Say the word and I’ll get the horses,”
His smile made your stomach drop. It all felt like one big tease, “I thought,” you began to stutter, “You may have been running from me,”
Robb’s face fell, “Why would I do that?”
You sighed, turning to face the flames again as the tears threatened to spill, “It’s not like you chose this marriage. You weren’t exactly ever given the option. I wouldn’t blame you if you objected to it,” you muttered.
When he pulled away you could’ve sobbed but it was quickly replaced by confusion when he knelt in front of you, “Why would I object? all I desire is to be a good and faithful husband to you and may gods help me I will be. I wouldn’t desire another option if I was given a thousand,”
“Why?” you could feel venom briming in your voice, “Because my dowery? Because the king commanded it?”
The hurt on his face felt like a stab to the gut but his words only twisted the knife, “Because I love you,” he took your hands in his, “and I understand that you don’t feel that way for me and may never, but nothing will stop the way I- “
You didn’t even realise you’d moved till you pulled back from the kiss. Without thinking your lips had found his and now you stared into his eyes. It only lasted a second before Robb lusted forward, reconnecting the kiss into a messy, desperate thing.
As you felt him raise, you followed, standing to kiss him as his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you flush against him. Your hands rested on his shoulders, now fully able to appreciate his strength.
You wanted more but he pulled away, your lips chased his making Robb breathe out a laugh. “You’re something else,” he muttered, a grin on his face, “I can’t imagine not wanting to be with you,”
This time your arms tightened, burying your head into his neck as you hugged him close. Robb followed suit, his muscular arms keeping your warmer than the fire, “I feel the same way,” you eventually managed to stutter out, “But I- “
“You don’t have to say it,” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head, “I understand,”
“How did I get so lucky?” you pulled back to smile up at him.
He just smiled back, “I ask myself that each night,”
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Pairing: Robb Stark x Baratheon/Lannister reader
Tags: NSFW, Arranged marriage, Robb is a bad boy in this one, corruption, innocent reader, first time, angst,
CH. 2 - He was the center of attention. The day's champion archer was charming the girls with his stories and teasing them with flirtatious gestures. Your blood started to boil as you watched him, oblivious to the fact that he was doing this just to taunt you.
Chapter tags: fingering, semi-public fingering, voyeurism, corruption kink,
The music from the instruments was loud, and the atmosphere in the tent was filled with excitement, but you sat in your spot, glaring.
You didn't care that you were the only one. It wasn't fair. In Westeros culture, men were not expected to remain virgins until marriage. Robb took great pleasure in this fact.
You tried to focus on the conversation your ladies were having around you, but your eyes kept drifting towards him across the room, surrounded by girls from all over the country.
He was the center of attention. The day's champion archer was charming the girls with his stories and teasing them with flirtatious gestures. Your blood started to boil as you watched him, oblivious to the fact that he was doing this just to taunt you.
One Northern girl boldly kissed Robb, baring her sharp canines while he laughed into her lips as another girl ran her arms around his barely covered torso. He turned and gave you a sly wink, running his tongue across his own sharp canine teeth, knowing that it would only infuriate you more. And it did.
From his point of view, the delicate princess sat wide-eyed, chest rising in her expensive dress as she inhaled and exhaled harshly through her flared nostrils. So responsive.
Robb enjoyed provoking you - he didn't know why yet. Perhaps he was doing it to see how you would react, testing your feelings for him, or because he was unsure how to express his growing attraction. When he winked at you, it was not just to anger you—he wanted to see you break your perfect demeanor, to understand if this was just duty for you or if you had feelings for him.
Your mother taught you that wives must be composed, no matter how foolish their husband's behaved and how their behavior humiliated them. She would glance at your father on occasion, chin up and confident pose, while her eyes betrayed the anger she felt. You now understood the patience your mother exercised as you were experiencing the same thing with the Stark Prince. Jealousy made you realize your feelings for Robb, despite his behavior. You were torn between your upbringing as a lady and your raw emotions when it came to him.
As the night progressed, Robb kept up his game. You had had enough. Jealousy rendering you unnable to look anymore.
You released a grumble of frustration before getting up, lifting your skirts in a less than ladylike fashion and storming out of the tent, leaving your friends behind calling your name in confusion.
The cool night air hit your face as you took a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. Disregarding your safety, you wandered through the beach grounds, trying to calm your racing thoughts. You couldn't understand why Robb insisted on playing mind games with you.
It was just the second time you two had crossed paths, yet he somehow made you feel inferior.
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The previous morning
Robb Stark arrived in King’s Landing with a small Northern contingent for the summer tourney. You were seeing him for the first time in years, and it was immediately clear how much he’s grown—his transformation from the boy you once knew to the formidable man standing before you now. His physical growth and his commanding presence were evident.
You stood alongside your mother and siblings as he walked into the great hall alongside his bastard brother, Jon. The two were close in age, and both had formidable height and posture, that of trained soldiers. Jon seemed calmer than Robb, more inspective of his surroundings, while his older brother took confident strides.
Robb wore a leather jerkin, the dark material molding to his broad chest and wide shoulders, accentuating his muscular frame. Beneath it, a simple linen shirt was tucked into his trousers, and the sleeves rolled to his elbows to combat the heat, revealing strong, veiny forearms. A leather belt rested at his waist, bearing the Stark sigil and his sword at its sheath.
As you stood with the ladies of the court, their laughter and hushed conversations filled the air. Your attention was briefly stolen by the sight of Robb Stark entering the courtyard, his presence commanding the space effortlessly. The women around you fell silent for a moment before erupting into a flurry of excited whispers.
"Gods, look at him," one sighed.
"Have you seen those arms?" Another chimed in, leaning in to get a better view.
The first giggled, her gaze never leaving Robb as he moved through the courtyard and kneeled in front of the king. "He’s nothing like the men of the south... I wouldn’t mind being captured by a man like that."
You weren't sure if you wanted to agree or roll your eyes.
"Do get up, boy." Robert Baratheon drunkenly grinned at the young wolf. "Your father is like a brother to me, I dont need his eldest kissing my arse."
Robb stood up, offering a respectful nod. "As you say, your highness."
"You cheeky..." Your father shook his head, grasping Robb by his shoulders and laughing how he's changed since he was a boy. The two exchanged a few words about the Starks, including messages from Ned.
Then they both turned to look at you.
You felt your heart skip a beat. Those grey eyes, which you recalled as teasing, were now alight with something else as they roamed over your figure. Robb briefly glanced to your side where your personal guard stood. His eyes narrowed on him before blinking back to you.
You hoped to impress him with your wardrobe. Your gown was a rich velvet, dyed deep red. It clung to your frame in a way that accentuated your curves. The fabric cascaded softly around your hips and flared slightly at the hem, skirts flowing elegantly around your legs.
Your hair was woven with gold thread, pinned up in a way that highlighted your cheekbones and neck, a delicate chain with a small ruby resting against your chest, his eyes zeroed in on it.
Robb turned to say another word to the King, and you watched your father nod before dismissing the young man. Conversations arose in the court as your betrothed approached you.
"Princess," Robb offered a warm smile, bowing respectfully. "How lovely you've become."
"Thank you, Lord Stark," You offered a bow in return, hoping he didn't hear the gasp in your voice.
He regarded you with admiration, his eyes glancing condescendingly at your guard before falling back on you. He leaned down to wisper in your ear. "May I have a moment with you? Alone."
His lips skimmed the skin of your ear, his breath tickling your skin. You shuddered. You overheard your ladies giggle behind you as you nodded, straightening up and collecting yourself.
He held his hand for you to take, then walked you out of the room, Ser Oliver and Jon followed close behind.
You and Robb had a pleasant conversation about your time apart. Speaking about his training and your studies. He listened patiently as you spoke about the health properties of herbs and plants, grey eyes gazing intently as you passionately discussed your favorite topics.
At last, you guessed you've spoken long enough, asking him to tell you how his sisters were doing.
He chuckled, his eyes creasing. "At each other's throats. It can be quite amusing so long as you're not in the line of fire."
You nodded. "And your brothers?"
He turned back to Jon. "They like to watch as Jon and I spar and offer useless advice."
That image made you laugh. You've always wanted a big family to watch your kids grow to be friends as you saw the Stark children did.
Your eyes switched back to him, landing on his lips, full and framed by recently shaven stubble. You caught yourself staring, opened your mouth to respond when a young voice called out your name-
"Y/n!"
You turned in the direction where your sister, Myrcella called, running up to the two of you to grasp and pull at your skirt. "Sister! He's hurting the frogs again!"
You blinked, trying your best to understand what she was talking about.
"Joffrey!" Your youngest brother, Tommen, ran up to stand alongside his sister and pull you by your hand. "We were playing with them, and he started kicking them! You must help."
Robb saw you sigh and shut your eyes like this was not the first time. He turned back to exchange a look with Jon, who shrugged in turn.
You let them pull you, turning to offer Robb an apology. "Apologies, my lord. This will just be a moment."
"Take your time, princess. I do hope the frogs are alright." The corner of his mouth raised slightly when he said it.
So, Robb considered, this is what you were up to all day, mending small animals and nannying your siblings.
Jon walked to stand alongside his brother, watching you rush into the garden to stop Joffrey from crushing a frong with a rock, scolding him while carefully taking the injured animal in your hands. "Must you always hurt the poor animals, Joff?"
Joffrey gave you an ugly glare and spat, "Why do you care? You're going to be Stark's pet soon enough, anyway."
Myrcella gasped. Tommen stared between you and Joffrey awkwardly.
Both Robb and Jon both froze, exchanging a look of disbelief at the young boy's cruelty to his own sister. Even Arya never spoke this way to Sansa.
Despite Joffrey’s words, you remained calm toward him, shielding Tommen and Myrcella from his sneers. "This is not how a future king behaves, Joff. Very poor manners, especially in front of guests."
Joffrey rolled his eyes. "A king behaves however he wants."
You opened your mouth to speak again, but he got up and walked away. Your shoulders dropped with a huff of frustration.
"Can you treat it?" Tommen spoke. You followed his gaze down to the frog in your hand. The poor animal had a cut along its limb.
"If you hold him, I can try my best." You smiled at your brother, taking your small sewing kit from your sleeve.
Over the years, you had gotten quite good. Practicing by sewing up Joffrey's scraped knees when he would fall. Tommen gently held the frog as you washed the wound with water, sewed it shut, and wrapped a small amount of gauze around it.
Jon and Robb observed from their distance.
"That's our future king..." Robb murmered quietly. "And my future brother."
Jon, being naturally perceptive, quietly pointed out to Robb. "At least her and her other siblings' kindness contrasts with his."
Robb grimaced still.
"I notice the way you glowered at her guard." Jon added before teasing him. "Perhaps your feelings for her are more complicated than just familial duty?"
"Perhaps you should..." Robb turned to sass him off, but Jon’s observation lingered on his mind. "Perhaps we should step away. This seems to be a family matter."
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Jon stood by Robb’s side, serving as support. He noticed Robb’s distracted, jealous glances toward the royal stands where you sat, observing the archers beside your guard, occasionally exchanging a few comments with the man.
Jon nudged Robb, “Could you be more obvious?"
Robb tore his gaze away from you. "Sorry."
"You’ve faced worse foes than a well-dressed guard.” Jon spoke, assessing the archers stance and technique.
Robb pulled at his bowstring, typing it to his bow while speaking, "You were always the cool-headed one," he spoke quietly. "Sometimes I envy your ability not to get so... emotional."
"It comes with the title." Jon offered, referring to his bastard blood.
"Stop it, Jon." Robb shook his head. "You know we dont think of you that way."
Jon nodded, not responding to Rob's obvious lie. "Don’t mess this up. You're the best shot in Winterfell, besides me, of course."
Robb snorted, lightly shoving his brother.
Jon continued. "This will be target practice for you. It's easier than half the game you bring back home."
"Sure," Robb wasn't concerned with the Archery contest. In the slightest.
And surely enough, you sat in the Royal stands, watching him best the other archers, hitting the center of the target from multiple distances to cheers from the crowd.
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Present Time
You were hiding behind the flap of a tent, sneakily observing a knight kneeling in front of a courtesan from Essos.
He seemed to be kissing her sex. You were confused by the position. It defered from everything you'd learned about lovemaking. The women made sinful noises. You were curious as to why.
Your eyes narrowed. But surely that wasn't right.
"He's quite good." A male voice spoke close to you.
"Gods -" Gasping, you jumped at the sudden intrusion, turning to see Robb leaning beside you, hair disheveled and shirt undone at the top, a drunk bkush spread across his cheeks.
His words registering in your mind, you huffed. "As if you would know."
He chuckled, then took you by the arm and turning you to face him, your skirts swooshing between your legs as you came face to face with him, your lips a breath apart. Stormy eyes were focused on your lips with such intent that you found it hard to look. Visions of him embraced by the northern girls flooding your mind again. Your cheeks heated up so much that you had to back up away from him.
Only there was no room, and you were stuck between himself and one of the thick tent posts. The wooden surface hard against your back.
"Do I sense some hostility, princess?" He hummed.
She shushed him, whispering. "Be quiet. Let's go,"
"And miss the performance?"
"Robb!"
He laughed and let you slip under his arm to drag him away. By the time you had walked off into a more deserted area, you had reached the water's edge, away from the camp and the crowds. Your bodice clung to you as you took in much needed deep breaths to calm yourself.
"So," Robb cleared his throat behind you. "Are you gonna tell me what you were doing creeping up on the swordman coupling, princess?"
You screwd your eyes shut. "Dont you have two girls to get back to?" You tilted your head mockingly. "Or was it four?"
You heard a huff behind you. "Ah, so it did bother you." His lips were by your ear in instead to wisper. "Good."
"How much ale have you had?" You felt goosebumps running up your arm.
"Less than you think."
You rolled her eyes. "It would anger anyone."
He shook his head, his curls brushing against your locks. "It wouldn't anger an un-caring wife. I want my wife to be selfish over me."
Your breathes were speeding as his warm breath tickled your skin. His words tickled some other parts of you.
"So," he wispered. "Are you gonna tell me what you were you doing? Have you picked up an interest in the art of love-making?"
You chuckled. "If you can even call it that."
You felt his head tild behind you, as if confused. "You absolutely can."
You scoffed. "He wasn't even doing it right."
He chuckled, throwing her own words back at you, "As if you would know."
For some reason, that made you feel self-conscious, so you turned to glare at him.
He pursed his lips, throwing his hands up. "Apologies, princess. That was rude. What did he do wrong?"
You wrapped her arms around yourself. "He didn't even... he wasn't..."
He raised a brow, anticipating.
"Well," you insited, before finally, quietly saying. "... penetrate."
"Well. You can't simply begin from that." He said nonchalantly.
That made you pause. "What?"
"Princess," Robb grinned, bringing his hand to his temple as if rubbing at a headache.
You blushed, facing away from him. "You're laughing at me."
You couldnt see his eyes crease at the sides as he smiled down at your hair. "Darling, no."
"You are!" You turned back to him again, her skirts blowing with the small breaze, your eyes withholding tears. "I may not be experienced like you-" you pointed your finger at him. "-but I know enough! You can't have children by... through... what he was."
"You're right, you can't." He confirmed holding up his hands in surrender. "But who said children were the only outcome of sex?"
You remained quiet, now thoroughly confused.
"There is also pleasure." He hinted.
"Oh!" You nodded. "Well, sure, it can occur, but..."
"It must." He spoke like it was obvious. "You do know there are other ways to induce pleasure than mere penetration?" He asked.
You blinked at him.
A grin spread across his face, wolfish canines shines in the moonlight. "Oh, you're going to enjoy this study, princess."
Your mouth opened as if she wanted to say something but looked unsure.
"Trust me. The maesters won't-teach-you-this." He slurred slightly. "And if they do, that's bad. Then you have to tell me."
Curious eyes met confident grey ones, and you gave him a soft nod, taking his hand, letting him lead her down to an empty cove.
The two of you sat by the sand. At first, you took a seat side by side with him, but he pulled you to sit in front of him with you back to his chest. Never having been this close to someone of the opposite sex, you swallowed nervously.
"Breathe, princess. You're in good hands."
"The last time you said something like that, I fell out of consciousness."
"Well, this time don't. I'd hate for you to miss this." He ran his hands along the uncovered skin of your arms, you collarbone, shoulders, you skin tensing up everywhere he touched. "You shouldn't rush into things when giving pleasure."
You nodded. "Right,"
He leaned down and trailed, sticking kisses from your ear to your neck, sending a trail of goosebumps that made you gasp.
"There are other sensitive zones on your body, not just inside your cunt."
You nodded, your toes curling against the sand. "Okay,"
"Like your ears and neck," He spoke through kisses. His hands reached to her your bodice, unlacing the front exposing your breasts, giving your nipples light touches.
You gasped, arching your back against him. "Mhn,"
"Or your breasts," he continued to play with your hardened peaks, rolling and pinching them lightly. You closed her eyes, your hand eaching to grasp at the sand. His hand trailed down to your skirts, pulling them up to your waist and exposing you to the cool night air before palming your heat between your thighs.
You jumped at the feeling.
"Or this spot between your legs,"
"What is it?" You asked, voice trembling.
"It's your special spot," he replied, his fingers teasing you gently.
You couldn't hold back the whine that escaped as he continued to touch you just the right way. You had never experienced pleasure like this before, and it was intoxicating.
He leaned in and whispered in your ear, "you should explore your own body, princess. It's full of hidden treasure."
Your breaths quickened as he continued to rub you, faster, and faster. "I... oh-"
Unable to hold back any longer, your body tensed up and shook as you experienced the first orgasm you had ever felt. You were overcome with pleasure, and your body shook with the force of it. He pulled you by your hair, craning your neck towards himself, and kissed you roughly. You reciprocated the kiss with enthusiasm, still shaking as his hand teased you through your climax.
When you pulled apart, he was happy to see your eyes still glazed over.
Robb had struggled with his feelings for you, wondering if they might be desire, or duty, but he also questioned how much power he truly had over you.
Going from girl to girl in Winterfell was a norm, but something about you was not the same. He wanted to corrupt you, to introduce you to a world of pleasure that you had no idea existed. Hed wanted to be the first to deflower the heir to the throne. It had been a long time since he had felt this type of curiosity. The image of you writhing in pleasure, your body arching, and moans of his name filled his mind, making his eyes shut to take in the fantasy.
"Is it like this every time?" You wispered, drawing him out of his thoughts.
"It should be," he leaned down to nibble on your throat. This girl. He needed to see her come undone again.
"Princess!" A male voice called in the distance.
Robb cursed. That fucking guard...
"By the gods! What time is it?" You jumped up before rushing to lace your bodice and pat your skirts back into place, tidying up her hair. Robb leaned back on his arms and stared as you rushed off, his teeth grinding.
You hadn't even said anything. Just left as if you didn't just share an intimate moment together. He chuckled to himself, running his hand down his face and lying back against the sand.
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Be With Me
✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Robb Stark x F!Reader
✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ When Robb over hears of your potential marriage, he cannot stand the idea of loosing you to some random lord.
✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “Be with Me” by Ramin Djawadi. It was heavily inspired by the cave scene with Jon and Yigrette. P.S… IM BACK!!
✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 1.4k
✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Female reader, sexual content, swearing, injuries, mentions of death, oral (male receiving), discussion of marriage…
(I’m saying it again! This was heavily inspired by the cave scene that involved Jon and Yigrette!!)
You walk out of the medic tent with a limp, It’s more than obvious that you were injured, and you feel the stares from other soldiers as your eyes are narrowed.
Robb caught up to you, grabbing your shoulder to make you turn around, “What was that?” Robb immediately said, “You thought it best to throw yourself into a fight?”
“A sword was coming from behind, you were too bothered to even notice.” You shake his hand off your shoulder and continue walking.
Robb grumbles a couple of words before speeding up to catch you, “I saved your life.” He piped up.
“No, I did.” You corrected him, you kept your eyes forward as you walked to your tent, “If I didn’t throw myself into the battle… You know I’d die for you.”
It makes Robb scoff rather loudly, ignoring your last words, “Let’s say you saved me. What about the other time or the other one?” Robb lifts an eyebrow, “You still owe me two more.”
“I owe you quite a lot, my lord.” You tell him, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to check the horses.”
He grabs your cloak tightly and pulls you back, nearly making you fall to the ground. You look up at him confused and angry.
He suddenly snatches your sword out of your scabbard, “I’ll take your sword as payment.” He then scurries away, you can hear him laughing.
“W-What?” You stand shocked for a moment before realizing what is happening, “Robb! Come back here, dammit!” You shout, chasing after him, “Robb fucking Stark! Give me my sword!”
You run after him, tumbling on a few rocks but don’t fall… Somehow. As much as you’re a fighter, Robb was a runner.
He ran so easily and didn’t take a second to look back and stop to give you some kind of better start.
“If you want it back, you’ll have to steal it back!” He runs from the camp and into a random cave. A random cave to you. You didn’t know the North like he did.
The cave is heated by a natural hot spring, which forms a waterfall and a pool. The rocks glistening from the humidity from the water and the light shining through.
Robb sets his sword against the rocks and begins to undo his armor. He starts with his gloves, crumbling them up and tossing them besides the sword.
Your peer your head into the cave, you rush into the cave when hear him, “Seven fucking hells, Robb-!” You loudly shout, but stop in your tracks.
“I heard from my mother that you were supposed to marry some random Lord.” He spoke with a hint of venom in his voice, he pulls off his brown leather boots, “Which means you’re a maiden.”
You choke on your words as you feel your face become warm at his bluntness.
He unties and unbuttons his armor, setting it down carefully, “I always wanted to beat the lord dead, just imagining you in his grasp made me feel so angry.”
Robb turns his back to your as his arms cross and grab the hem of his dirty shirt, he’s swift and impatient, tearing free from the constraints of fighting and riding.
His hands come to the strings of his breeches, “I wanted to be the one to marry you… To kiss you…” Until his breeches drop to the ground. He steps out of them, “To love you…”
Robb turns back to you, he is completely bare in front of you. You could see light bruises and scrapes on his body but little scars. They were faded but still there, it added to his muscular body. He was so beautiful… So perfect… So flawless…
Your eyes flicker around the cave and your eyes only set sights on him once. They move to the ground and you hear his soft steps against the wet stone.
He slowly closes the space in between you both until his face his near yours.
You feel Robb’s breath, one of his hands comes to your cheeks and cups it. But when he leans into you for a kiss, you pull back.
You swallow thickly and turn your head, “We shouldn’t, Robb.” You mumble under your breath, “We can’t be doing this.”
“Then look me in the eyes and say it. Tell me that you don’t want to go any further.” He says, and he slowly turns his head to eventually look at him, “Go on, tell me.”
You knew what was waiting for you back at home, you knew that the second you stepped foot back into your home, your life would be over, even more if your parents found out.
“Do you want to marry that lord?” Robb whispers in your ear, “Do you want a marry a man with selfish desires?” You could hear the pain in his voice, “Because my heart would not stand the idea of it… My heart is yours, it has been from the start, ever since your mother met mine, ever since you watched me train that day. Do you feel as I do?”
“I do.” You shakily answer him. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close and then you feel his lips on yours.
As your eyes shut and kiss him, you can feel yourself crying. You don’t know but he sees it, he does his best to keep you distracted and focused on him.
But you seem to have other ideas…
Once you manage to calm down and enjoy the kiss for a few more minutes, taking a couple of seconds to catch your breath before returning… Your hands move down his body and you slowly begin to kneel, planting kisses down his chest.
Robb chuckles, “Come back up, I wanna-” A sudden moan leaves his mouth when he feels your mouth wrap around his hard cock.
He throws his head back and allows himself to moan loudly. He was confined in the cave, just with you and no one else to see or hear. He closes his eyes and his hand comes to your head to move faster.
“F-Fuck!” His voice cracks as he curses, “H-How are you so-” He grunts and hisses, watching you close as you get him off.
Moments later, Robb is lying on the warm stone ground with you by his side… His fingers graze over your skin as he listens to the water pouring, feeling the warmth coming from the hot spring beside them.
Robb looks down at you with a grin, “How did you know to do that?” He questions you with an eyebrow raised.
You shrug, “I didn't learn it from anyone, I just wanted to. You looked like you enjoyed it.” You drag your nails over his chest.
“Surely there must’ve been a man you practice with.” Robb sits up, he’s genuinely curious but still playful, “Was it Theon? Or Jon?”
You swat at his leg and he snickers in response, “I swear, Robb. There wasn’t any other man.”
“So you are a maiden or were.” Robb stands and grabs your hand to help you up, “Join me, would you?” You didn’t need to say anything, he could see the answer in your eyes.
He leads you into the hot spring, feeling the warm water make contact with your skin. You wrap your arms around his waist and lay your head on his chest.
“They may be looking for us.” You tell him, unsure what to do now as you are held in his arms.
“I know.” Robb huffs as he rubs your back, “But let’s stay for a little longer…. I don’t wish to leave.” He holds you even tighter and places a kiss on the top of your head, “I do not wish to lose you once this is all over.”
“I… I’m sure I can convince my parents somehow. My mother could easily be swayed, but my father-”
“I’ll deal with him.” Robb interrupts you, “I’ll talk to my mother about it. There’s no way I cannot lose you to that man.”
Robb then moves to cup your face, swiping his thumb over his cheek, “Let’s not leave for a little longer.” He pulls you into another kiss, adjusting you comfortably on his lap.
You shudder and shiver, feeling his cock enter once more, “Don’t let me go.” You say to him, your hands hold grab his shoulders, keeping yourself up.
Once he was sheathed inside of you, Robb finally answers, “There’s no way I’ll let you go. Even if they try to pry my dead body off you, I’ll never let you go.”
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Crosshairs
Description: Trying to get Robb's attention is one thing, but when you have successfully landed yourself in his crosshairs is another.
Pairing: Brat Tamer Prodigal Son!Robb Stark | Spoilt Brat!You.
Warning(s): Brat taming, jealousy, spanking, punishment, unprotected p-in-v, doggy style (it's me), claiming, manhandling (it's Robb), power imbalance, degradation, light misogyny, Robb's BDE because I live for that shit, corporal punishment ig, boob play. MDNI.
Type: Request, here.
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“You do realize you will land us both in trouble if you keep this up, yes?” Jon does not look up at his older brother's betrothed half out of respect and half out of the playful annoyance he feels for the spoiled girl batting her eyelashes down at him with faux coyness.
“What trouble?” The male rolls his eyes as he works away at his sword. “I haven't the slightest inkling of whatever you mean, Jon” he resists the urge to scoff at your obvious innocence.
The uncharacteristic nature of your actions makes you stick out like a sore thumb. The forced lady-like smile that holds your features in an uncomfortable shift due to lack of experience, the way you hover above his head in a flirtatious side hang even though you never behave in this manner around the opposite sex save one, the overdone grace with which you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear and the little tilt of your head that is accompanied by a confused and senseless giggle fitting to women, the pains with which you put this effort forward is painfully obvious.
“Right” the object of his discomfort -something you have in common with said object, at times- appears on the horizon of his vision and Jon sighs.
Well, there goes his hope of not becoming the collateral today.
“No, tell me what you meant” though you aren't used to or too comfortable with leaning into men, you do so because you have also caught the quiet figure in your own peripherals and unlike Jon, you welcome the circumstance like the fool you are. “I want to know, Jon~” the dark haired male uncomfortably shifts away from you who puts an extra swing in your sway towards him. He lets out a suppressed scoff and glares at you. The two of you have been friends long enough for him to know exactly what it is that you are doing.
“Stop” you know each other too well to be affected by any proximity with each other but Jon's older brother who is an advocate of propriety has taught his younger brother that this distance with a lady one is not related to seldom fares well and thus his teachings show in his behavior. “You—” though he decides not to beat around the bush for any longer, it is too little too late.
Alas.
“Father calls for you, Snow” the male in question releases a breath he was not aware he was holding and jumps to his feet abruptly with a gladness he is still cautious of since his brother likes to get unfair at times despite being well acquainted with your personality.
Jon departs, or rather flees the scene without another word.
A smirk makes its way onto your face so you turn your ‘unsuspecting’ back to the hairy giant, bending to pick up your upper coat that you had shrugged off in a bout of confidence. Though you aren't the sharpest and certainly don't possess the perception of your betrothed, you hear him approach you in his manly and wise silence as you clear the haystacks of your coat in one swift movement and resume an upright position.
“Oh!” You exclaim with a surprise so artificial that the impurity nearly cuts Robb because of how he always dons the gold of honesty and valor. “My heart!” You use your endearment for him for Robb neither likes to hear you refer to him by name in public nor does he prefer you call him by his titles. “When did you get here? You were not a moment ago!”
The coolest, most small smile spreads over his rosy lips and Robb tips his head back an inch to grant himself a better look at your audacity. The milky skin under his eye slightly twitches in response to him narrowing his eyes at you. Though he says nothing, you can still hear his rhetorical inquiry in that sarcastic way of his that you are well familiar with due to how long you have known him.
“Whatever’s the matter, my love?” Robb has to resist the urge to scoff at the extra pitch in your voice because of the pretentiousness you are putting into your performance.
He just stares at you for a good while, studying you, perhaps giving you a chance. So much so that there comes a point where you feel yourself gulping down a bile from your rising nervousness. But unlike many other times, you refuse to give in today. Like husband, like wife. After all, you rebelled against your nature today to end up here, in this ‘predicament’. Giving up now would be to waste all your effort and turn your bold attempt futile.
“Come” he says after you know not how many minutes pass but before you can say anything, Robb’s hairy claw has already seized your smaller hand within it. It is unlike his nature too, for usually he is the effortless victor in a battle of wits between the two of you.
“Oh!” But you are used to being treated like the most delicate and valuable thing to ever exist. You have been raised in a manner which has accustomed you to everyone giving in to your demands and wishes. The firm manner in which Robb balances all things with a just foresight is most undesirable to you, fancy for him or not. Things should always go your way in the design of your desire, and not in a way that is mindful of safeguarding the welfare of other people too, unlike your dearest. If it does as a byproduct, jolly. If it does not, well, then that is simply not your pain to bear. And whilst you underwent this stunt to provoke Robb and his attention, the way your smaller body is being dragged somewhere through the dark hallways of the estate with a rigidity typical to your betrothed, it is hardly the conclusion you planned.
Not like this.
“Oh, my!” Your brutish man's ironhold is beast-like as you try to free yourself of it. But what good is a mere pip against a wolf out for blood? “Stop, stop!” You huff and puff half out of your liking to test him to the best of your ability and half because your scheme was not to be so quickly overthrown with such ease!
No, he was supposed to get jealous and sulk in the envy your behavior was aimed to stir in him due to your treatment of his brother. Then he was supposed to fight for your attention and give in to all demands bestowed upon him by you and fulfill any and every need you may have. Robb was to kneel down to you like everyone else in your life did and strike conversation to get you to shower the blessings of your company upon him. He was to say the first word and you were to act like he usually did; with a teasing indifference to make him haste harder for your notice. Except, your little mind failed to realize that you yourself had broken the very first rule of your own game not too long ago when you had spoken.
And now as you are pushed into a little room for the stored animal feed and other domestic necessities before your smaller body is pushed like a delinquent babe's to bend over hay forming a stack half your size, you whimper and pout as your pampered elbows itch from the dried grass. This outcome is far from what you had expected of your contrivance. This is not supposed to be it.
“We are not wed yet, my Lord!” Your mouth runs its senseless attempts in vain. “Oh no!” You try to worm your body free from his elbow that he settles between your shoulder blades to nail you in place as the rest of his arm lays down along the length of your back, the tips of his fingers pressing against the twin dents in your tailbone. “This—”
“All that fuss to have my attention, dove” when he does speak, the guttural quality of his throat shushes you into silence. “Only to raise mayhem and put up such fight when it has been granted to you” you feel the fingers of his free hand dance along the plump, clothed cushions of your buttocks and your eyes widen as though the position he had put you in was not telling enough.
No, no, no!
He is supposed to get on his knees and worship you!
Not discipline you like a guardian does a misbehaving child!
“Perhaps they are correct in what they say about a woman's eternal uncertainty in what she wants herself” not entirely true. You do know what you want. But if you confess it to him this will get even worse for you! He must not know! You shall conceal it like your life depends on it!
Or so you scheme in your naivete, for you have behaved in similar ways more times than one.
But trying to flirt with another man? That is new.
And Robb is very determined to find out the source of that course of action.
“Ugh,” you shake your shoulders in a futile attempt once more. “Do not be a cruel brute!” You order the future King of the North like you are in any position to bark at a man of his stature. “I am not one of your savagely bannermen! I— ah!” A furious hiss shoots through your lips when his free hand comes down upon the midpoint of your cheeks that jiggle feverishly from the impact. You whine at the sting that goes all the way down to your pucker and though Robb is wordless, he curses under his breath when he realizes that you are not wearing adequate underclothing despite his constant advice and request that you do.
How typical of you.
The young man brings another strong hand down upon your rear at the thought and you let out such an exaggerated sound -in his opinion, as he is scarcely aware of the extent of his own strength- that it mimics a cackle. Only, it is one of woe. Your hips desperately try to find solace in swerving the endangered half of your body out of his line of devastation but your wolf-man is far too strong.
“Aaaa!” You furiously wail like a delinquent puppy being set straight, digging your elbows into the hay and your head in your arms to withstand the thunderous rain of your betrothed's hand on your buttocks. “I demand you stop this immediately, Robb!” Your whines are muffled and pathetic in their contrast to your words.
“It will not be until you tell me whose plot your little performance was” you gulp and bark out a wheeze to respond and it is like he senses the lie that goes to bud on your tongue and he swats it away with a foreseeable slap to the underside of your rear. “And you best think twice before giving me a false answer,” you shake your whole body and your head in protest and pain when he spanks you again. “Or so help me gods.”
But you remain faithful to your nature and preserve your brain's unutilized state by choosing to, after all, lie. “I- I have not the slightest idea what you mean!” Robb releases a cool, mirthless scoff and shakes his head at you, his palm now taking turns on each of your cheeks as it comes out in strong, powerful hits that he lands with well paced delays so you can fully feel the ache of one strike before the next lands. “O- Ow! T- There was no- ah— p- plot! Nevermind a- any performance!” He sighs as if to lament what is about to happen to you next.
“Fine” your eyes widen and you squawk in shock like you aren't accustomed to this or you were not hoping to arouse a more ideal variant of this outcome anyway. “Have it your way then, my dove” oh… that never fares well for you.
And Robb proves your suspicion true when he lifts your skirts out of the way and tucks them under the hand that sits on your lower back like a menacing serpent with unkind intentions. “Tsk,’’ a strong strike is given to your barely secure intimates before he tugs your poor excuse for undergarments down.
What?
They are uncomfortable!
It is not your problem if the man of your future household is too pedant and fastidious!
He always laughs at it and just ruffles your hair but you are unyielding in your belief that he is the way he is because your betrothed is adamant on reaching bachanalness three times faster than other people his age.
“Ouch, my heart, please!” You cannot help but whine out an endearment though you absolutely do not want to because you are just as cross with him as he is with you! Ugh! He never falls in your traps! Why is he so clever?! Is this what your mother meant when she told you that you were finally going to have someone who would handle you like you ought to be the day Robb asked your father for your hand in marriage? “It hurts!”
You gasp in realization.
The pieces fall into place.
It does make sense.
Gods, the world conspires against you!
This is not fair at all!
Robb's cruel palm is unrelenting even when it begins to tingle upon coming into contact with your bare and blushing skin over and over. “Tell me the name, my angel, and I will cease this immediately” he spreads your legs with one strong jerk of his hand and your whole body undergoes a turbulence. “You know I hate this just as much as you do” before you can feel any warmth for your cruel lover for he always tells you that he does not like to punish you, his lowered hand comes upwards in a vertical hit and collides against your drenched petals. The impact reverberates through your whole being and your mouth falls open at the way your folds shake. “Make haste, sweet one.”
Your eyebrows come together in a tight, angry knot and your cheeks puff at his condescending tone. “N- No name!” You bark out of spite and clutch at the hay angrily. “There was no one!” The compressed dried grass comes loose in your hold and you add. “You have gone completely mad, you hoary troll!” The way Robb audibly chuckles at that causes the arm that he has on your back to buzz into your spine.
You gulp because he is a man of a few words and even lesser noise. So this cannot mean anything good. Although you are quite determined in your resolve, you still have to bite your lip to suppress the whimper that you let out when his offending hand now begins to softly caress the blemished skin of your buttocks and sit spots. For you know his touch and it is not this when he means to be genuinely affectionate.
Just what kind of a predicament have you landed yourself into?
“I see.” You hear the zip of harnesses coming undone and the thump of coats hitting the floor. “Then nevermind the actions of a mad man precisely how we will the name of your fellow conspirator, my dear” you are confused by his words but the feeling of his tip aligning against you when he gets behind you and takes your sore thighs -for Robb never punishes your buttocks alone but all the spots in their vicinity- in his strong fingers that are decorated in scars which bear testament to his experience in conquest, causes a tumult in your determination-taut brain from the burst of sensation and the upper half of your body relaxes as result of all tension shifting to your nether regions.
You mewl as you feel the delicious burn of your entrance that your beloved had deflowered some time ago stretch around the thick tip of his cock that makes love making feel like the first time whenever your balmy cavern is made to accommodate his manhood. “Oh! I can't take it!” You throw your head back and moan, forgetting everything else and getting lost in the flutters of pleasure you have been taught to find in the strain his cock causes on your flesh band. “You're too big, love!” Robb curses under his breath when the leaking apex of his cock is met with resistance against your folds that he feels quivering against him. “P- Please help me take it!” He just has to give a sharp strike to the underside of one of your buttocks to accompany with his scoff.
You are such a fox.
Saying all the agreeable things in that obedient tone of yours that he knows better than to trust.
He shakes his head at the surprised squeal you whimper out as though the events of the last quarter did not happen.
“Whoever said anything about you taking it, my sweet dove?” Horror creeps down your spine in the form of an ice cold shiver.
No.
“B- But— aaaah!” You are stinging, aroused, open but not filled and inching closer and closer to mindless, undignified desperation. “But!”
“Hm?” Robb seems to be enjoying himself, ever the master of restraint and self control, as he penetrates you only to the wide hilt of his tip before he sloshes it right out of your entrance only to repeat the tortuous action where your walls clench and bathe with slick in anticipation of his cock only for their buzzing excitement to be denied satisfaction.
“W- What…” You rarely ever misbehave once he has you like this. But your wanton frustration makes you kick one foot as you huff. “Why would you— oh!” You bite your lip because of the shoddy pleasure that sparks but fails to ignite, leaving your body on a trembling edge that brings you to heaven's door each time he fishes his way past your swollen folds and plops into you never to let you sheathe him thus denying you the paradise beyond. “W- Why are you doing that?!” You finally break from your pretentious rhetoric as you try to push yourself down on his shaft but strength has never been grounds for competition between the two of you.
Robb's nearly inhuman hold keeps you detained exactly where he wants you. “Doing what?” It's his time to display faux behavior and you huff although you know deep down in your mind that it would not do much to move him and would rather only land you in more trouble.
“That!” You cry when you feel his cock release more precum right at the threshold of your cavern because of how he fucks your entrance with a warm, torturous gentleness that scorches both of your insides alike. “Why w- won't you put it in, cruel ogre!”
A satisfied smirk suppresses Robb's breaths that grow heavier with the passing moments. “Why, I am a mad and cruel ogre-troll, my dove” he enters you again and this time both his hands come down on your cheeks in the form of slaps at once and you howl. “And creatures of my like have queer ways beyond the comprehensive abilities of pretty little things like yourself” you whine and your toes curl at how the frustration morphs into a dull ache in the mound between your legs.
The painful twitching of your sex makes you croak and you try to move your hips once more. “No! No!” You gurgle on your own spit as you vehemently shake your head.
“No?” Robb's inquiry is nice, somewhat kind even… unlike his heartless actions.
“No!” You affirm as you feel your knees ache and sore thighs quiver. You are a sensitive little thing. Rough handling is not a domain you are much acquainted with beside the brief encounters you have with it sometimes during spells of passion with your dearest betrothed. “No, the light of my life, you're not! You—” your back arches and you cry and pout like an entitled juvenile not getting their way, your frivolous unrest and feverish jittering making his great form that looms behind you like the silhouette of doom itself to shake in silent mirth. “You're perfect! Please, you're the most perfect Stark heir! You are the best Lord Winterfell can ever hope to have!” Your praises make him curse under his breath and he gropes your thigh harder to withstand his impulsive urge to thrust all the way in.
No.
He is the man and the responsible one.
No can do until you learn and acknowledge his authority.
That is the way.
Of men, and Lords.
“The name, my love” though he masks his words with nonchalance quite well, there is a disguised urgency in them. You light him up just as unbearably as he does you. “Tell me the name and I will give you all you need and desire.” He gives you one rough jerk just past the band of your entrance and the momentary friction you feel in the drenched velvet just above your entrance snaps the thread of your determination. “Just like that, it is that easy. But you choose the fruitless path of torment and frustration.” There is a hypnotic lull in his words and that is enough for you to gush out a part of your impending confession.
“It was—!” You finally confess the name of your lady friend and Robb decides that it will do for now, rest you will tell him yourself with your own free will in your sensitive and emotional post orgasm state when you will be securely tucked in his arms and against his chest.
“There” your eyes and mouth widen at the same time and a guttural grunt crawls out of your throat when he doesn't pull his tip out this time around and instead slots himself inside you until he is hilt deep. “There is my bonnie lass” the upper half of your body goes lax and appears as though your bones have dissolved into your blood. You go to collapse face first into the hay to lay down and get fucked into oblivion but Robb's territorial paw finds a hold on the underside of your jaw and he rams you onto his cock and continues to curve your form until the crown of your head is touching his shoulder. “Tsk, such havoc just because I could not attend to you right away and requested you show some patience.” His fingers find one of your nipples and you shiver.
“S- Sorry, hubby!” You finally use for him the odd yet heartwarming endearment he loves most and that is how he knows he has you netted in.
“Who loves you?” You shiver as you feel his girth stretch out your insides even though you were more than prepared for him.
“Y- You—” he pulls at your nipple before giving both your breasts punishing swats. Your waist further curls outwards at the feeling.
“Say it properly” you clench around him because of the way his baritone voice grinds against your eardrums and Robb cannot help but twitch right under your cervix.
You do not need to be told twice. “Robb Stark!”
He hums in satisfaction. “Who knows better?”
Your bubbling loins tighten. “Robb Stark!”
“Who takes care of you?” His hands roughly fumble to throw your skirts out of his way.
“Robb Stark—!” Your answer turns into a shivering moan when his fingers find the trembling gem under the hood of your sex.
“Who do you trust with everything?” The minute crevices on the tips of his fingers rub against the sensitive nub and your vision falters.
“R- Robb Stark!” His hold on your jaw is the only thing that keeps it in usable shape.
“Who will you obey when he tells you that you will no longer be friends with—” you whine when he takes the name of your dear friend but it is not a complete surprise.
Robb greatly dislikes and condemns for you any influence he deems indecent or bad.
“R- Robb Stark!” You whimper as you move your hips along to his cock that now fucks you so fast and rough that you lose your footing with each thrust, the fingers he has on the nub of your womanhood only adding to the flutters of pleasure that narrow the knot around your hips with each snap of his hips.
“Who do you belong to?” This time, his mouth comes to press against your ear and his coarse beard irritates your sensitive skin. His words carry a wolfish ferocity and you hear him gnash his teeth in as much clarity as your thumping ears will allow.
“R- Robb—” your teeth begin to chatter from the intensity of your orgasm and your body flexes against his much bigger one to withstand the explosion in your abdomen. “S- S- Stark…” Your words melt into hissing whispers and you shudder and hiss when he continues to rub, fuck and fondle you even when the ecstatic feeling has subsided and your mound demands solitude.
“That is correct” he pounces onto the stacks that you face with your smaller body underneath him like a depraved wolf having trapped in its hold a helpless little lamb. The action causes for his tip to collide against your cervix and your body thrashes defensively but it is in vain. “Do not forget that.” Robb whispers in your ear before he regains his footing and his hairy claws tuck under your thighs from the front. Your betrothed easily lifts your legs off the floor and begins his annihilation of any remaining misconduct perchance still shrouded in some unwise crevice of your little mind.
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Lord Stark Robb Stark x Wife LannisterReader
summary: It was a stupid argument and Robb knows he has fucked up after you threw his title in his face. Fine. He doesn't need you or so he thought. He quickly realizes that he made a mistake and that he does need you more than he thought.
warnings: canon-typical misogyny, curse, Robb is kind of an ass but he will come around in the end, fluff.
words: 3.728
A/N: slightly inspired by this post by @dipperscavern .Thank you for the inspo :) // Gif not mine// AO3 // requests are open :)
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"And maybe if you would just stop acting like a spoilt brat and shut the fuck up for a second I could hear my own thoughts. You are getting on my last nerves." his voice is hoarse from screaming. Both of his hands are angrily clenched into fists as he leans his arms over the back of his chair. He glares at you angrily through the room. The moment his words leave his mouth, he sees something shift in you. Just a moment ago, you were shouting at him in anger, pacing back and forth, eyes sparkling with anger when you look at him.
Now you stand there frozen, your eyes wide with tears. Robb bites his lip and prepares to apologize. But with your next breath, you straighten up, hiding all your feelings behind a mask.
"As you wish, Lord Stark." your voice lacks any emotions, not even anger anymore.
Robb's ears start ringing and he knows he messed up. You never call him Lord Stark. Your Grace, sometimes, at public events or in jest, Love and Robb. Most of the time you just call him Robb. He is your Robb. Not Lord Stark, not your Grace, not the King, just Robb. And he doesn't want to be anything else. He wants to be your Robb.
You sink into a perfect curtsy before him, and in that moment, Robb doesn´t see his wife but your mother in you. It makes his skin crawl. Cersei raised you to be a perfect princess, and it took him ages to get through that facade. Now it frightens him how quickly you have raised your walls again and how you go from his Stark Queen back to beeing a Lannister Princess again in just seconds. You lift your chin a little, and Robb no longer knows what he wanted to say. He feels as if his chambers have become several degrees colder. Without another word, you turn around, your hair blowing your scent over to Robb, it feels like a slap in his face. As you storm out of the chambers in anger he wants to follow you, but that's exactly what you want him to do. Robbs knows that he has gone too far, despite he stays behind. He won't give you what you want and follow you like a lost puppy. He reaches for his wine, and curses softly. Gods, sometimes you are unbearable.
It was a silly argument. One of the Ladies at court had called you Lady Lannister behind your back, and it had upset you. You demanded that Robb punish her. At first, he thought you were joking. To punish a Lady because his wife heard a rumor? His lords would rebel immediately, and he would understand them. So instead of agreeing with you he started laughing. You exploded with rage. Of course your argument doesn´t stop there. Things between you and Robb escalated and in the end, you both were just shouting at eachother without really knowing why you were angry at the beginning . Robb rubs his hands over his face. You will calm down again and come back, then you can talk about it like adults. Of course, he would apologize for his stupid comment. Yes, you get on his nerves, but he doesn't want it any other way. You know that, right? Robb turns to his daily tasks. He is a king, he doesn't have time to wonder about his wife's mood all day long.
Robb was wrong, you don´t come back to resolve your dispute reasonably. He hasn't seen or spoken to you all day. He only caught a glimpse when he watched you walking through the courtyard of Winterfell with Sansa from his window. Grey Wind at your side. Traitor.
He doesn't quite understand why you got so worked up. You are a Stark, no matter what people say, no matter what people call you. Since the Lannisters imprisoned Eddard Stark, your loyalty to the North has been called into question countless times. So it's nothing new for you. A few of Robb's lords had begged him to let you fall, but Robb had remained stubborn. You are his wife! If the Lords want him as king, they must accept you as queen. You have been a Stark since the moment he took you under his cloak in Winterfell's Goodwood. So why is it such a big problem for you to get called Lady Lannister? It's just a name.
A name that has been tarnished itself with shame over the last years. Broken promises, war crimes, incest. Still just a name.
Robb reaches for a cup of wine and takes a sip, he is stucked in his work. He would like to hear your opinion on one of the letters he received, but you would probably just dismiss him with a sassy response and slam the door in his face. It would end with Robb standing at your door, begging that you let him in. He doesn't want to expose himself like that.
He sighs and leans back a little in his chair. He tries to understand why you get so worked up about an insignificant Lady, as if the thoughts of others actually matter to you.
You cried in his arms just once when the truth about your real parentage came to light. You were so ashamed of just being yourself. A product of incest. Robb had believed it in the first second. You look like a younger version of Cersei Lannister. Lioness through and through.
That makes you dangerous, you are so beautiful that he becomes weak. Robb knew this the moment you stepped out of the carriage, during King Robert's visit to Winterfell all those years ago.
His thoughts wander to the moment he saw you for the first time. His mother had dressed Robb up because he would meet you for the first time today. He has to make a good first impression. That's what his mother had said. This agreement has been made when he was 5. Robb Stark, heir of Winterfell, would marry the king's eldest daughter. You should have traveled to Winterfell a long time ago to live with the Starks, but your mother had screamed, raged, cry and did not allow it. So Robb meets his betrothed, the princess from the warm south, only a week before the wedding. Theon had made jokes, and Jon had looked at him with pity. But all of that didn't matter when he saw you for the first time. A glance from your green eyes was enough and Robb has the need to fall to his knees before you and give you the world.
Robb shakes his head slightly and sits up straight. He has to answer a few of these letters today. He needs to concentrate.
It’s getting later and later, and Robb is becoming increasingly restless inside. He doesn't know what it is. He can't quite put his finger on it. Something is not right. Robb rubs his tired eyes and blinks a few times before he can recognize the letters in front of him again. As the moon is already high in the sky and the candles have burned down so much that Robb can hardly see anything, he gives up. He stands up with striped limbs and stretches, yet his back aches slightly from all the sitting. Robb would simply continue tomorrow. His steps lead him through his home to his chambers.
He slowly opens the door and sighs. He is greeted with emptiness. He hadn't expected you to be here, but a small part of him had hoped for it. Your side of the bed is empty, which means you have gone to sleep in your own chambers. Which are only yours in name. He could count on one hand how many nights you spent in your own chambers without him. He lies down in bed and stares at the ceiling. His stomach begins to growl. For a moment, Robb is confused. He can´t remember the last time he went to bed hungry. He closes his eyes. Of course not, you always bring him something to eat on those nights when he is brooding over papers and letters for a long time. You always bring him something from the dinnerhall, usually already in your nightgown. Then you sit next to him while he eats. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you don't, sometimes you discuss problems, he asks you for advice, or you inform him about the latest gossip at his court. You always enjoy your time together. Robb opens his eyes. Damn! He is an idiot.
He tosses and turns in bed for quite a while. He can't find sleep. Every now and then, he dozes off briefly. He gets up at the frist rays of sunlight, without feeling refreshed. Nevertheless, he gets dressed and leaves his bedroom. There is no trace of Grey Wind, but Robb is sure that the direwolf has taken his place by your side. And for a second, he is jealous of hos wolf. Robb decides against breaking his fast in the great hall and instead goes to his study. On his way through the halls of Winterfell, he has to stop a few times because someone wants something from him. Robb is trying to be friendly, but the argument with you and the almost sleepless night is wearing on his courtesy. Upon reaching his destination, he is greeted by a new pile of letters and parchment rolls. Robb would prefer to turn around and run away. He is not sure if he can endure another day full of work and without you.
"Please ask My Lady Wife if she would like to break her fast with me." Robb turns to a servant.
"Of course your Grace." he bows and leaves the room. The door had not yet properly closed when it was opened again and one of his guards entered.
"Your Grace." the guard begins to talk. Robb want to crawl out of his skin or scream, or both. Instead, he forces a smile onto his face and turns to the new visitor. "It is the goldsmith."
Robb nods, and the man steps in and bows.
"Good morning, your Grace. I am bringing your delivery. I hope she agrees to you." the goldsmith lets his apprentice step forward to present the golden necklace with the Direwolfheadpendant. Robb has to suppress an eye roll. He hates this theater. A waste of time for him. It would be easier if the jeweler simply handed him the necklace.
You love that. You have lived for sixteen years in the Red Keep in King's Landing, raised in all the luxury, splendor, and gold of the world. From the moment you were born, everone bend the knee before you.He can't blame you.
The gold of the chain is intricately crafted. The wolf's head detailed.
Most in the north prefer silver, most of his clothing is adorned with silver as well. The North had its own silver mines. Gold had to be imported. That's expensive and time-consuming. Impractical. Northmen despise the impractical.
With you it´s different, you shine in gold. And that is Robb's fault. He loves to gift you with jewelry, dresses, elaborate hairpins and tiaras. He can't help it. If you want to bathe in gold, he would make it possible.
Of course, you behave like a spoiled brat. He spoils you.
He praises the work of the goldsmith and gives him a few more gold coins, even though he has already spent a small fortune on the piece of jewelry. He doesn't care. If necessary, he would walk all the way to Essos to get you a gift. He would conquer the whole world just to make you happy. Robb places the velvet cushion with the chain on the table while the goldsmith and his apprentice leave his study again.
His Page comes back with your answer. "The queen has already broken her fast, My Lord."
"Fine." Robb eats his breakfast alone and then throws himself into work. A longing for you pulls at him, but he tries to push it away and focus on his work. Later today, he has to meet with Lord Karstark, actually he had planned that you to accompany him to this meeting. Karstark wanted compensation, in his opinion, his family suffered the most from the war. Wasn't it Robb who lost his father? Karstark has been discussing with him for ages, he always wants more. Robb had hoped that you could distract Karstark a little. The lord eats out of your hand like a stray puppy. Robb is sure that you would rather pout than help him. But he didn't help you either. Frustrated, he sinks deeper into his chair. Maybe he had behaved incorrectly after all. He should have supported you. Of course, he can't punish a Lady over a rumor, but laughing was the worst thing he could have done. Nevertheless, he thinks that your punishment of silence is a bit excessive.
All day long, Robb sends you pages delivering his invitations. Would you like to go for a walk with him? Would you like to go riding with him? You could take out the falcons and have a little hunt. You send them all back with a no as an answer.
Robb knows that you are stubborn. The day goes by and he still doesn't get any reaction from you. He has shown that he is ready to make amends. He curses your stubbornness, even though he knows very well that he would never give up your willpower for an obedient woman.
He reacts a bit too annoyed with Lord Karstark and dismisses him after a short time with an unfriendly comment about willingness to sacrifice and loyalty. An angry lord is a problem for later.
Robb postpones the petitions from his subjects and instead trying to focus on expenses, taxes, and planning for the next harvest. His mood is extremely bad.
Not even a letter from Arya, or Lady Baratheon as she is now called, from Storm's End lifts his spirits. Baratheon, Stark, Lannister. Arya surely wouldn't make such a fuss just because someone addresses her as Stark instead of Baratheon. But Arya's family does not consist of incestuous, murderous traitors.
In Robb's war against your family, you have completely devoted yourself to his cause. You had burned all your bridges and stood by his side. You have laid aside your Lannister colors and fully identified as a Stark. Gods, you even advised against releasing your uncle/father and keeping him as a valuable hostage. He slowly realizes that he behaved wrongly. Instead of maning up and going to you to apologizes to you, he sends another page with the question of whether you want to have lunch with him, and not even an hour later, another one asking if you’d like to pass the time with a card game in the glass gardens.
In the afternoon, you have enough. Furiously, you storm into his chambers. Robb sits at the table with Dacey Mormont and Smalljon. The conversation immediately falls silent when you enter, and they look at you.
"Please leave. We're going to fight now." you say with a perfect, false smile. You eyes are bursting with anger, it's the only thing that shatters your perfect facade. Even your hair is tied back in strict, southern braids, just like you always wear when you're angry with Robb. Because you know exactly that he hates it.
Smalljon laughs, gives Robb a hearty pat on the shoulder, and gets up. "The lioness is showing her claws." he laughts.
Dacey rolls her eyes at the comment and then pushes the other person out of the room. The door closes behind them. Robb takes a deep breath and stands up. Disarmed, he spreads his arms wide. But before he can say anything, you already start to grumble in a cold tone with sparkling eyes.
"First you claim that I get on your nerves and that you can't stand my presence, but when I give you what you want, you can't leave me alone? What is that supposed to mean?“
When did he ever say that he can't stand your presence? He feels anger rising within him because you are putting words in his mouth, but he takes a deep breath to calm himself. He wants to make peace, not argue again.
"I don't want to argue. That doesn't make any sense."
You snort disdainfully. "I want to argue! That's enough semse."
"No, I mean it doesn't make sense because I agree with you," he says. You stop. You didn't see that coming. You push your lower lip slightly forward, you've spent half the night thinking about what to throw at him next. Now he's taking the wind out of your sails. But Robb recognizes from your raised eyebrow and the way your eyes sparkle that you are skeptical. "I should have taken you seriously. And under no circumstances should I have laughed at you. I'm sorry."
"You hurt me." you’re raising your chin slightly again, maintaining your arrogant facade. Robb dares to take a step closer to you and notices with joy that you do not back away. "You said I'm annoying you."
"I shouldn't have said that. I doesn´t mean it. I was just angry. I know that's no excuse. It was wrong. I'm really sorry. You're not annoying me. Gods, I missed you so much, and you weren't even three hallways away from me. I can't stand it when you're angry with me."
You release your tense posture, your gaze softens, but you’re not smiling yet. Robb takes the last steps towards you and takes your hand. Immediately, your fingers close around his. Robb feels a sense of relief.
"I can somehow understand you. I know that I can be difficult. Especially when we argue," you admit softly.
"I would rather spend my whole life arguing with you than loving someone else. I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean to hurt you. I want you to know that I understand why you are angry. I did not stand by your side. That was wrong."
You look into his eyes, and Robb feels like you can see right into his soul. And then finally you smile. No false smile, no, you smile sincerely. Robb's heart skips a beat. Your smile is enough, and his heart beats faster, like a lovesick teenager. He is glad that you allow him to see that smile again.
"I forgive you," you say. Robb pulls you into a hug. Immediately, his arms close around you as he pulls you to him. He takes a deep breath and inhales your scent. For the first time in days, he feels truly relaxed. You snuggle up to him, fitting perfectly in his arms. He kisses your head.
"I love you," he whispers in your hair.
You detach yourself of him to look at him again. "I love you," you reply to him. Robb could die here and now, for he would never experience more happiness than when you say those words to him. You rise up on your tiptoes to kiss him. Robb pulls you closer to him. Relief, happiness, and love flood through him. When your lips left his he just have to smile.
"I have something for you."
Confused, you look at him. Robb points to the necklace lying on the corner of the table.
"You think you can buy my forgiveness with gifts?" you say, faking annoyance, but a smile dances on your lips as you run your fingers over the fine craftsmanship.
"No, of course not. I had already ordered that" Robb walks past you and takes the necklace from the table. "May I?"“
You turn your back to him and move your braids to the side so he can place the necklace around your slender neck. His fingers close the clasp and gently stroke your neck. He can't help it and lets his lips glide over the soft skin. You turn around in his arms and smile.
"It is beautiful. Thank you, Robb." you reply and reach for his hand.
"You are Lady Stark. My Lady Stark. Never forget that, and I will make sure no Lord or Lady never forget it either."
Tears well up in his eyes, and for a moment, he fears he has said something wrong again, but then you pull him into a tight embrace. You bury your face in his chest and he holds you close. You just stand there. He enjoys being close to you. Suddenly he is overcome by tiredness.
"Come to bed with me." he whispers.
You start to giggle and pull away from him a little. "I forgave you three seconds ago and you already order me into your bed? That is not the gentleman I married."
You married a horny teenager who didn't let you sleep a single night in the first weeks of your marriage. Robb gently leans in and kisses your forehead.
"No. I just want to sleep for a few hours. The last night without you was a nightmare."
You nod slightly, agreeing with him. You didn't sleep well alone either, you missed his warmth far too much. You smile and snuggle closer into his arms, his beard tickling your cheek, making you giggle softly, yet you lean into him.
"As you wish, my Lord Stark."
Something tightens within him. He never wants to hear those words from your mouth again.
"No. Don't say Lord Stark." Robb pulls back a little to be able to look you in the eyes. You tilt your head slightly and look at him expectantly. "Say my name."
A sincere, warm smile appears on your face. The smile is only for Robb. Then you rise onto your tiptoes to kiss him.
"As you wish, Robb." you say. Robb grinned like a little boy. He kisses your lips and your cheeks again. He takes your hand and you go back to your private chambers together. When you finally lie next to him in your bed again, he pulls you close into his arms. Your legs intertwine, and tightly wrapped with his love, he falls asleep just moments later.
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.⋆。Of The Wilds。⋆.
Robb Stark x plus size reader
Robb forgets his roots, his wife guides him back
Warnings: Robb lives au, fluff, smut but not greatly described, mention of war and arranged marriage, public sex WC: 1.3k
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The change in the air was thick, like a blanket of fog settling over Winterfell. And with it came the responsibility of winter. Robb had seen his father bear this burden and now it was his to carry. Stoke up the stores of dried meats from the autumn hunts, ensure the battlements were armed, the townsfolk had adequate wood for their hearths, and make sure that what remained of his family would be warm and fed for what he was expecting to be the longest winter the North had experienced since his forefathers. At least he would not have to journey to what remained of the wall.
He constantly questioned if he was doing things correctly, if he was doing enough. The cold nipped at his soul, a warning of what was to come and what would happen if he failed. Jon and Sana offered their help but Robb refused. He wanted them to recover and enjoy the last freedom they would get until the snows slowed and the sun returned.
“You’re going to work yourself to death before winter is really here.”
“I will rest when everything is done.” He replied, earning him an indigent huff.
“You are being stubborn, my king.” His quill stopped. He could almost feel your smirk.
“I am doing my duty, there’s a difference.” The smell of lavender invaded his senses as you curled yourself around his shoulders, as did the hint of wine upon your breath. Your soft hands delved into the cut of his shirt, seeking out the warmth of his body so shamelessly it made a longing begin to stir in his gut.
Your lips fit perfectly into the crook of his neck, kissing softly at the small scar right by his pulse. “What about your duty as a husband?” He suppressed a shiver when your touch travelled lower.
“I would say that I fulfilled that this morning.” Your nails dug into his stomach and Robb couldn’t help but release a groan. You smiled against his skin, pressing your soft body as close as you could to your husband’s back.
“That was yesterday my love, dawn will break soon. You need to get out of this room, for my sake at least.” You pulled back, keeping contact with his skin until the tips of your fingers rested at the nape of his neck. Suddenly, the chill of the room seemed much colder. Robb finally turned to face you.
The horizon was lined with a pale pink, illuminating your figure just so that he could see the outline of your curves through your night dress. Your eyes were bleary with exhaustion but your smile was just as bright as it had ever been. Just as it had been on your wedding day; in the mud of a field in the South, right before his army stormed King’s Landing. Something throbbed in his chest.
“Come.” You ordered, holding out a hand for him to take. He slipped from his seat and the warmth returned to his bones. The halls of Winterfell were still sleeping as you led him down past the tapestries and stones. Robb knew he should turn you down, that he still had so much left to do but the feeling of your hand in his, the way that you moved, all he wanted to do was drag you into bed and make due on his promises.
Robb’s brows pulled together as you guided him towards the narrow staircase he knew led outside. “And where are you taking me, wife?” You just looked back at him and smiled.
It was colder at the bottom of the stairs, little flakes of snow drifted in from where the heavy wooden door had been propped open by a familiar paw. Robb could’ve scoffed as you pulled the door open the rest of the way, revealing the light grey fur of what was supposed to be his loyal companion.
“I thought I had ordered that he was to remain in the kennels at night.” Greywind’s tail thumped against the snow as you stroked the top of his great head, almost looking sheepish.
“You said that yes but you seem to forget that I am queen, and more importantly, he is a very good boy.” The direwolf stood and walked off into the snow, glancing back at you a couple times as he followed the path to the Godswood. Robb looked at you just in time to see you pull two fur cloaks from behind a wood pile.
“How long have you been planning this?” He asked, taking the offered cloak from your hand with a playful scowl.
The fur wrapped around your shoulders, concealing your body from Robb’s hungry gaze. He shook off the snowflakes from his curls and followed suit. “How do you think I got everyone to leave you alone today?”
“Sansa.” He answered, now acutely aware of how his little sister had been steadily stealing some of his duties for the past week. Your fingers tangled with his once more.
The dark silhouettes of the trees called to him, a wolf’s howl that he was compelled to return. And though the sky was growing lighter, there was no colour that accompanied the sun, leaving the King and Queen of the North wandering the still landscape as if in a dream. Greywind vanished between the branches and trunks, his footsteps creating a trail for them to follow.
Robb was grateful that his wife remained silent as you walked, as much as he loved you and worshipped you, you were a symptom of what rested upon his shoulders. Your marriage, while now carved from love, was originally from duty— your father had an army and you had support. Your children would be princes and princesses, the legacy of your house would be carved into stone rather than paper.
Your touch kept him grounded, your voice the sound of reason, your smile the guiding light through the storm of politics and war. He let you pull him through the woods until the familiar sight of the Godswood revealed itself to you.
You came to a stop at the base of the great tree, where Greywind was already waiting for you both, his blue eyes observing you with a human understanding. The snow shifted as you turned to Robb. “What are we doing here so early in the morn?”
“You’ve forgotten yourself, Robb Stark. You have conquered Westeros, paved the path for a new, fair dynasty. You’ve defeated the strongest and most well-armed army that has ever existed using only your wits and your charm.” Your grip on his hand tightened and you stepped closer. Your breath fogged up between you. “You became Warden of the North, then King. You helped the right woman regain her throne while giving freedom to your people.”
Your cold hand cupped his jaw, stroking the stubble that he let grow far longer than he should’ve. “But above all of that; you are a Stark. A wolf, a man who upholds his vows. You were forged from the winter and ice yet you blaze like dragon fire for those you love and I find myself so lucky that I get to be one of those rare few. So, we are here to remind you of just who you are.”
The kiss began slowly, your lips brushing against his but when Robb grabbed your wide hip with a crushing grip heat exploded within you. His tongue licked at your bottom lip as you both sank to your knees. You planted a hand upon his shoulder, encouraging him to lay back but Robb refused to budge, instead he gently laid you down, the fur keeping the snow from freezing your body.
Your legs parted, letting your husband nestle his hips against yours. You undid the ties of his trousers with an adeptness that betrayed your desperation. “So needy my love? One might think you enjoy being taken in the snow like an animal.”
“Like a wolf.” You moaned back, letting out a gasp as he breached you. Pleasure shot up his spine.
Robb rut into you like a dog, desperate, wild, right. It felt so raw but he couldn’t stop, he wouldn’t, because you were right. This was who he is. You pulled him closer, your lips fitting to his ear.
“My wolf.” Your cries vanished into the dawn.
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WARNINGS: reader is a Velaryon with some Targaryen features but not an OC, this is just some story building there will be other parts. I just finished the books and I am obsessed with GOT wither way I was bored and this is the result so beware ... I think that's it. Also Theon is a pookie in this fic because I said so
PAIRING: fem!reader x Robb Stark (romantically), fem!reader x Jon Snow (platonically), fem!reader x Theon Greyjoy (platonically)
part 2
The cold wind still raged on, hitting the walls of Winterfell. Her room was one on the lower floors next to Jon's and Theon's rooms. The sunrays gently fell on her sleeping figure dragging her from her deep slumber. The fireplace was filled with ashes and the chill in her bones was reasonable. It might still be summer on the North, yet the occasional snow always drifted down from the dark grey clouds. A discreet knock pulled her out of her thoughts and Theon's irritated voice filled the room.
"If you are not in the courtyard in two minutes, I am ratting you out"
Like clock work the same words sounded the moment dawn greeted the North. It was a small routine they had formed two namedays ago. She covered herself in Robb's old furs, the ones he secretly gave to her and claimed he lost them. They had kept her warm for over six moon cycles, they had holes in several places and the edges were coming apart but it was her most prized possession. At first it smelled at him and she was always trying to bask in his scent, that was until Theon caught her smelling the neckline while wearing it and she wouldn't hear the end of it until she openly caught him staring longingly at Sansa.
Unfortunately, they were both in the same position, they wanted people they could never have, and only each other knew. They would drink together glasses of wine and they would stumble giggling around the castle. One time he had drunk so much that he composed atrocious poetry about the beauty of his lady Sansa and her copper hair and then about the Northern prince that fell in love with a girl that had mud brown hair adorned with streaks of silver grey and deep violet eyes that appeared dark blue in the right light. She knew that her appearance betrayed her ancestry the Targaryen blood that flowed in her Velaryon veins.
Her family had been brutally murdered, she had heard and read the tales of how her mother gave her life to protect her dark-haired girl and the bloody necklace that hugged her fathers throat. At the tender age of seven moon cycles her whole family had perished and she had been the only survivor. Ned Stark had found her in a bundle of fabrics crying her heart out and once he saw the sword that could have taken her head, he swore to protect her and take her in as his ward. She should have been grateful, she knew as much, he had given her everything, a warm house, plenty food, clothes and a loving family one she wasn't actually a part of and maybe that was the reason she was closer with Theon and Jon, the outsiders. It wasn't like she didn't like the Starks, she loved them to bits and yet she could never be one of them. She would be the squire under their Maesters care with her nose hidden in ancient books and scrolls, lost in maps and various languages and basic training as a healer. But her new passion was sword fighting. As a woman she had only been allowed to practice archery that she was quite good at and always betted with the boys around their performance.
And that was how Theon found himself at incredibly early hours with a wooden sword in his hand, frowning at drawings of fighting styles freezing his "balls" off. She had bested him at the fine art of combat at practically her fifth lesson in a few hits. She had a strategic mind and she was quick on her feet, the most perfect and most deadly combination that existed.
He pitted the man that would take her as his wife, because most men were incredibly controlling but there was no chance, she wouldn't get things her way. He was proof enough.
She had the three of them wrapped around her little finger from all those years back. She had grown up with them from when she was a babe, but at her seventh nameday her and the Maester left, since she was his squire, she had to follow him, he had taken her under his wing, she had practically been his daughter, the one he never had. At that day and several later they had cried so much that even Lady Stark was regretting her decision, she liked the girl enough, she had the tendency to wreak havoc and get lost in her books a bit too much, neglecting her chores and her lessons at needlepoint half the time, but she made her kids happy and she was too smart and witty for her own good that it was impossible not to have a sweet spot for the orphaned girl. She had been overjoyed when she learned about her return nine namedays afterwards. Her son, her calm and collected Robb was shuffling at his feet, nudging rocks around and toying with the hem of his cloak, the bastard and the Greyjoy ward were portraying similar behaviors and she had to control herself not to laugh at their antics.
Ned had pushed his son forth, claiming that it was around time he greeted their guests, he shot him a glare and his parented watched him as he wiped down his palms at his breeches and headed towards the carriage, his hand shook as he lightly grazed the handle and pulled the door open while staring into place, not ready to accept that his best friend might have changed. He was frozen in his place as a girl wearing a dark blue dress and heeled leather boots stood before him. She tilted her head to the right and only then did he notice her hair.
A knot at the back of her head that was a swirl of chocolate brown and silver white strands that framed her face beautifully. Her violet eyes hid a familiar mischief that he had dearly missed. She nodded at him, before facing his father and dropping into an elegant curtesy. It was as if he was on a trance, unable to tear his eyes from her form. It wasn't until he heard her voice, she was speaking in a language he didn't understand, yet he could recognize the bite on her tone. His father wore an amused smile as he answered her back. He would learn at the evening feast what had caused such reactions, the news almost swept him from his feet, his whole existence reduced to one word. Betrothed. Ever since then it was like they were walking on eggshells around her. All three of them longed for their missing link.
It wasn't until a few days latter when they invited her on a hunt that they could glimpse on what they were. They had found a boar and his in bushes only to lose their horses in the process. They had been walking for hours and all it took was an ill-fated joke from Jon.
"No. I do not love you. Of course I lied to you. Yes, it does make you look fat. No, I have never been in the Riverlands. It is pronounced Eyrie. And all of this pales to utter insignificance if we are to let ourselves be food for the hounds."
They had all been tired and snappy, making comments left and right and picking fun at her the way they used to. They had been waiting quite impatiently for her to snap back and the moment she did, loud laughter echoed in the woods. And just like that everything was back to the way it used to be.
Ever since then life seemed dreamy to Robb, he had his friends and his family all getting along and everything seemed perfect. But reality hit him hard each night knowing that the girl he fostered feelings for was promised to another.
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touch deprived
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you cannot tell me that jon snow isn’t the absolute shyest when it comes to physical affection. not even in a sexual way, he just hasn’t been held in so long that he forgot what it feels like to be cared for :(
when you come along full of teasing smiles and faint caresses when no one’s looking, he’s convinced the world has been tipped on its axis. he shys away from your advances every time because he learned that nothing ever lasts, and attachment is a weakness (our poor emo baby)
however, once he lets you past his own walls, your never leaving his side. ever. he’s writing ravens at his desk? your in his lap & his non-dominant arm is wrapped tightly around your waist because his girl just can’t go anywhere.
lying in bed together? he would 100% have his head smushed into your chest as your fingers stroked through his curls. even at dinner with his family right across from you, his hand is gently running across your thigh under the dinner table.
honestly, can you blame him though? he just feels so empty without you being attached to him ˚୨୧⋆
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Lookalike - Masterlist
Summary: When Jon Snow’s name day arrives, Theon Greyjoy hires you as a gift for him. But will you awake feelings they’ve been trying to hide from themselves? (Theon and Jon pretend you are Sansa.) Warnings: Canon divergence. Smut. Role play. Virginity Kink. Innocence Kink. Dirty talk. Prostitution.
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Summary: Robb finds you leaving Winterfell and has an interesting proposal.
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Possess - Part 2
Pairing: Robb Stark X Reader
Warnings: Smut, posessive Robb, p in v sex, oral (female receiving), rough sex, dominant Robb,
You awaken slowly, the warmth of the fur blankets cocooning you in their luxurious softness. The richness of the various pelts - wolf, bear, and fox - creates a patchwork of textures and hues, a testament to the King's power and the harsh beauty of the North. You shift slightly, feeling the gentle rise and fall of the man beside you. His presence, a source of both comfort and desire, has become a familiar anchor in your life.
Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you take in the soft glow of dawn filtering through the canvas of the tent. The air is cool, but the thick furs ward off the chill, keeping you nestled in warmth. You turn your head to look at him. Even in sleep, his features are strong, etched with a fierceness that speaks of battles won and enemies vanquished. Yet, there is a softness there, a vulnerability that only you are privileged to witness.
The King in the North stirs, his arm instinctively wrapping around you, pulling you closer. His eyes flutter open, and for a moment, the stern ruler is replaced by the man who has shared your bed and heart for over two months. His smile is rare, but you’ve grown accustomed to the way his eyes soften when they meet yours.
“Good morning, my healer,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep but tender.
“Good morning, my King” you reply, your fingers tracing the lines of his face.
You sit up slowly, careful not to disturb the peace that lingers in the tent. The responsibilities of the day loom ahead, but for now, you allow yourself a moment of tranquillity. Robb's eyes follow you as you move, a silent appreciation in his gaze. The cool air brushes against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the furs.
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” he says, his voice low. It’s a sentiment he’s expressed many times, but always with an understanding of your duty.
"You made a promise," you kiss his lips slowly. "I could heal if Grey Wind was with me - and he is always with me."
Robb's expression softens further, a mixture of admiration and reluctance in his eyes. He reaches out, his hand warm against your cool skin. “I know,” he says quietly, “and I respect that. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
You smile, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “And I appreciate it,” you reply. “But duty calls.”
With a sigh, Robb releases you, and you rise from the bed, the furs slipping away to reveal the cool air of the tent. You wrap yourself in your robe, its familiar weight and texture grounding you as you move towards the small basin of water to wash. The briskness of the water against your face is invigorating, helping to chase away the last remnants of sleep.
You can feel Robb’s gaze on you as you prepare for the day, a silent presence that brings both comfort and a twinge of sadness. The bond you share is deep, forged in the crucible of war and the shared solace of your nights together.
As you finish your morning routine, you turn back to Robb, who is now sitting up, the fur blankets pooled around his waist. His eyes are serious, but there’s a warmth there that reassures you. “Be safe today,” he says, a command and a plea intertwined in his words.
“I always am,” you reply, your voice steady. You cross the tent to where he sits, placing a hand on his cheek. “And you, my King, must do the same.”
He nods, capturing your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your palm. “I will,” he promises. “For you.”
With a final, lingering look, you step out of the tent and into the camp. The crisp morning air greets you, carrying the sounds of activity and the faint tang of smoke from the nearby fires. The camp is already bustling, soldiers preparing for the day, the hum of conversation and the clang of metal creating a familiar symphony.
You make your way to the healer’s tent, a sense of purpose settling over you. The wounded need you, and in your role, you find a different kind of fulfilment. The demands are constant, the wounds severe, but your skill and compassion are unwavering. You tend to each soldier with care, knowing that every life you save is a victory in its own right.
As the day progresses, your thoughts occasionally drift back to Robb. His strength, his vulnerability, the way he looks at you as if you are his anchor in this turbulent world. You find solace in those memories, drawing strength from them as you work.
By the time the sun begins to set, you are exhausted but content. You’ve done your duty, fulfilled your promise. As you make your way back to the tent you share with Robb, a sense of anticipation builds within you. The days are long, but the nights—those precious hours in his arms—make it all worthwhile.
Entering the tent, you find it empty. Robb has not yet returned from his duties. The space feels larger, quieter without him, but you know he will be back soon. Deciding to prepare for his return, you call for a bath to be brought. The attendants are quick, and soon a large wooden tub is set up in the corner of the tent.
You instruct them to fill it with hot water and add healing oils - lavender for relaxation, eucalyptus for its invigorating scent, and a touch of chamomile to soothe. The steam rises, carrying the fragrant mix of oils, creating a calming atmosphere that envelops the tent. You test the water with your hand, ensuring it’s the perfect temperature.
As you wait for Robb, you take a moment to change out of your healer’s robes, slipping into a simple but elegant nightgown. The soft fabric is a welcome change from the utilitarian garments you’ve worn throughout the day. You let your hair down, running a comb through it to ease the tangles, the simple act grounding you after a long day.
The bath is ready, the water shimmering invitingly. You light a few candles, their warm glow casting gentle shadows on the tent walls. The scent of the oils mingles with the earthy aroma of the furs, creating a cocoon of warmth and tranquillity.
Finally, you hear the faint sounds of footsteps outside the tent. Robb enters, looking weary but pleased to see you. His eyes light up at the sight of the prepared bath, and a grateful smile spreads across his face. “You always know exactly what I need,” he says, his voice filled with affection.
“I thought you might appreciate a bit of relaxation after today,” you reply, stepping towards him. You reach up, your hands moving to unfasten the clasps of his cloak and armour. He stands still, allowing you to help him out of the heavy layers, his eyes never leaving yours.
As Robb steps into the bath, you can’t help but admire his form. His body is a testament to the life he leads - a life of battle and leadership. Broad shoulders taper down to a powerful, muscular chest. Scars, mementos of past battles, mark his skin, each one telling a story of bravery and survival. His arms are strong, corded with muscle from wielding a sword and shield, yet there’s a gentleness in his touch that belies his warrior exterior.
His abdomen is defined, the result of countless hours of training and fighting. The taut muscles ripple as he moves, a display of raw strength and vitality. His legs are equally powerful, supporting his commanding presence both on and off the battlefield.
Your thoughts become heated as you take in every detail - the way the water clings to his skin, the way the healing oils create a sheen that catches the light. His hair, damp with sweat and now water, falls in dark waves around his face, framing his striking features. His eyes, intense yet tender, lock onto yours as you tend to him, and you see in them a depth of feeling that transcends words.
You love the sight of his naked body, the way it exudes strength and masculinity. Memories of how that body pleases you flood your mind - the way his muscles flex as he holds you close, the heat of his skin against yours, the undeniable passion that ignites between you whenever he touches you. A flush rises to your cheeks as you recall the nights spent wrapped in his arms, his body a source of both pleasure and comfort.
Robb’s body is a warrior’s body, sculpted by conflict and honed by duty. Yet, in this moment, as he relaxes into the warmth of the bath you’ve prepared, he is simply a man - your man - seeking solace and comfort in your presence. And as you care for him, washing away the weariness of the day, you are reminded of the bond you share, a bond that goes beyond the physical, rooted in love and mutual respect. The anticipation of feeling his embrace again, of losing yourself in the passion you share, sends a shiver of desire through you.
His voice breaks the silence, pulling you from your reverie. “Thank you,” he says quietly, reaching for your hand. “For everything.”
“Always,” you reply, your voice soft and filled with affection. "I am yours, Robb."
His eyes darken and you sense the shift in him immediately. Robb loves hearing you say the words - it always awakened a primal part of him.
"That's right, my darling." He grins, wide enough to show the sharp incisors he loves to nibble at you with, and leans forward to cup your chin. "All mine."
Robb stands, pulling you up with him effortlessly. The water cascades off his body, and he steps out of the tub, each movement powerful and purposeful. He is a glorious sight - dripping wet, muscles glistening in the candlelight, and every inch of him exuding a raw, feral intensity that makes your pulse race.
Robb’s other hand grips your waist, pulling you closer, and you can feel the strength of his need in the way his fingers dig into your skin. Your hands find his shoulders, clutching at his damp skin as you try to anchor yourself. The kiss is heated, spine-tingling, and utterly consuming. His lips move against yours with a fervour that leaves you panting, your mind a whirlwind of sensation.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue parting your lips, exploring with a hunger that sends waves of heat through your body. The taste of him is intoxicating, a blend of warmth and passion that you can’t get enough of. You respond eagerly, matching his intensity, the kiss turning sloppy and heated as the world outside the tent fades away.
His hand moves from your waist to the small of your back, pressing you against him, the heat of his body searing through the thin fabric of your nightgown. You can feel the hard planes of his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat matching your own frantic pace. Every nerve ending is alight with sensation, your body arching into his touch as his kiss leaves you breathless and wanting more.
Robb breaks the kiss for a moment, his breath ragged and his eyes dark with desire. “I need you,” he murmurs against your lips, the desperation in his voice echoing your own feelings.
“Then take me,” you whisper back, your voice trembling with anticipation and need.
With a growl of approval, he captures your lips again, the kiss even more urgent, more demanding than before. His dominance is clear in every touch, every movement, as he claims you with a passion that leaves you reeling.
Your eyes trail down his form, taking in the way the water clings to his skin, accentuating every ridge and contour of his chiselled physique. His hair, wet and tousled, frames his face, giving him an almost wild look. The sight of him like this - dominant, commanding, and so achingly beautiful - sends a thrill of desire through you.
He pulls you close, the heat of his body contrasting sharply with the cool air of the tent. The sensation of his damp skin against yours is electrifying, and you can’t help but shiver. His lips find yours again, the kiss deep and consuming, his hands roaming over your back, pulling you even closer.
Robb’s need is palpable, his desperation mirrored in the way he devours your mouth, each kiss more fervent than the last. You can feel the hard planes of his body pressed against you, the strength in his grip as he holds you as if he might never let go.
Your hands explore his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the powerful beat of his heart beneath your palm. His skin is hot, the water droplets cooling quickly, and you marvel at the sheer physicality of him - so strong, so alive.
“Gods, you’re beautiful,” you breathe against his lips, your voice a mix of awe and desire.
He responds with a low growl, his eyes burning with intensity as he looks at you. “You drive me wild,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need.
Robb’s hands move to your hips, lifting you effortlessly. You wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, and he carries you towards the bed of furs. Every step he takes, every movement, is filled with a primal urgency that sets your skin aflame.
As he lowers you onto the furs, his body covering yours, you feel a rush of anticipation. His kisses trail down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and you arch into his touch, wanting, needing more. The world outside the tent is forgotten, and in this moment, there is only the two of you, lost in a sea of desire and passion that threatens to consume you both.
"Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" Robb's mouth trails over your shoulder, pushing the nightgown away with his nose. "So fucking needy for me."
"Yes," you pant, head lolling to the side as his tongue traces an invisible line down your shoulder and swirling around your exposed nipple. "Gods, yes. All for you."
It's like a switch flips and Robb rights himself slightly, one hand taking both of yours. "Keep them there."
His voice sends a bolt of pleasure to your core, and you swallow thickly, watching his hands dip to your thighs and push the fabric of your nightshift up to your hips.
You jump slightly as Robb's hands cup your thighs roughly, parting them and bringing his lips to the sensitive skin on the inside, trailing them up slowly, teasingly, to place an open-mouthed kiss to your soaked core.
"My pretty little Queen has the most beautiful cunt in the world - and it's mine." he growls against you as his tongue swipes through your slick folds and he groans low at the taste which sends a deep thrum of want through your core. It's all too much and yet so little at the same time.
"Fuck, darling…"
You can feel your thighs shaking against his grip as he keeps them parted for him. It halts every thought in your mind, back arching off the bed as he delves deeper, his tongue parting your folds to fuck you with the wet muscle repeatedly. It feels like he's trying to discover places inside you that you never knew existed. The angle has your lips parted with hurried breaths, head thrown back against the bed, struggling to keep still with the way his nose moves side to side against your aching clit.
"Robb…" you whine loudly, forcing yourself to grab the furs below you to keep your hands where he told you to. It feels like as soon as the pressure begins to build in your belly, he comes away, his lips glistening with your slick, causing your face to heat up in embarrassment. His eyes gleam with mischief.
"What's wrong, darling, hm?" he's massaging the flesh of your thighs, watching your core clench around nothing. "Am I not a giving King? Would you like more, my sweet pet?"
Before you can even open your mouth to respond, he plunges two fingers knuckle-deep inside you, instantly curled up trying to find that sweet spot inside. Your thighs shut around his hand, trapping him there as a slew of desperate moans fill the silence in the tent, as well as the wet smack of his hand as he fucks you with his fingers.
"Oh Robb!" you're sure that the entire camp can hear you now but you do not care. "Robb, please, fuck!"
He grins and another finger joins the first two, pounding in and out of you with such lewd sounds, it makes the prudish part of your soul cringe. No doubt, you have truly given up the faith now.
He finds that toe-curling spot with infuriating accuracy, aided by the thickness and length of his fingers, stretching your pussy as he watches them disappear, covered in your arousal.
Your back arches impossibly, thighs squeezed tight. And he smirks in victory. "There it is…"
All logic, reality, everything that makes up the known world disappears. All you're able to focus on is Robb. The pleasure he is giving you. His words. It's all just too much.
The coil in your belly threatens to snap at any moment, the pads of his fingers connecting with your pleasure spot mercilessly. So much you can feel your slick soak his hand and the insides of your thighs.
And just like that.
It's gone.
You scream in frustration and whip your head to look at him, as he kneels between your legs, outright moaning as he swipes his digits through his lips into his mouth. Tasting you.
Your clit throbs at the action, as well as the fact he's enjoying it so much. Feeling your face flushed and heat bathing your skin.
"You look so fucking perfect, darling." he says, hand coming to stroke himself to full hardness. The motion has you captivated, and inadvertently makes your thighs press together.
Robb is large and curved slightly to the left, and as he strokes himself, his thumb swiping whatever precum comes out his weeping pink tip all over his cockhead, sighing softly at the relief of it. It's the thickness that you enjoy most, filling you so well that you can't remember your own name.
"Fuck me." You challenge, "Fuck me like I'll never be anyone else's again."
He smirks again, laughing lowly. "You won’t, pet. Not while I have strength in my bones - I would smite anyone who even had a thought of taking you from me."
He leans down, his tongue darting out to tease the skin around your nipple, tongue swirling against it. Robb pays special attention, lapping at it like a man starved, humming and pleased at the reaction he gets when he grazes his teeth over it. He pulls off with a gentle pop, kissing the valley of your breasts, his cock hanging heavily against your thigh. So close, and yet it still feels so far away.
"Say you're mine." he says, tapping his cockhead against your clit a few times sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. "I'd like the whole of Westeros to know who you belong to. Understood?"
You nod, dizzy from just how much he's teasing you.
"Yes, my King." you pant, cupping your own breast in desperation. "I am yours. Yours, always yours!"
He laughs through his nose and your mouth drops open when he pushes into you, splitting you open on his thick cock, slowly working his way inside before he bottoms out, stilling for a moment for you to adjust but also for him to catch his breath. He shudders against your neck, his stomach flexing and fists tightened either side of your head.
"Fuck, pet, you're so tight… can… feel you squeezing me…" he moans softly against your ear, pushing himself as far inside you as he can possibly go. It has your eyes fluttering shut as his length tucks against that sweet spot, filling you so perfectly, the walls of your pussy stretching deliciously to take him.
"Robb," you mewl as he shallowly fucks himself into you a few times, craving friction, craving what glimpse you saw of him earlier, "Robb… please… more, I need more."
Resting on his forearms, one hand ventures to your thigh to spread you further apart as he pulls almost all the way out.
"Seeing as you asked so nicely."
All air seems to be stolen out of your lungs and replaced with warming bliss as Robb slams back into you, his hips immediately pressing with a loud smack against you as he thrusts ceaselessly, holding both of your thighs in his palms.
With every harsh push inside, a soft, moan-like breath slips from your lips. Gods, you love it. Every time with Robb feels like the first time and the last time and it's so fucking perfect. Robb's thumb begins to deftly gather your arousal and circle around your clit, setting every nerve alight.
"Louder," He punctuates his demand with a particularly harsh thrust, your arousal sounding off the tent walls in an echo. "I want all my men to know to keep away from my little pet."
Whether you want to or not, your lips part more to let your sounds of pleasure fill the room, the ceaseless sounds of your fucking alongside it. Your hands fist the bedsheets and Robb growls appreciatively watching your breasts and body move with every motion.
He rewards you by increasing the speed of his motions, practically fucking you into the furs. His smug, cocksure smirk drops, and his jaw slackens, his eyes hooded to look down at you with reverence.
"Fuck- darling, I can feel you, you're going to cum for me aren't you-" he moans, his hips never letting up their pace, "fuck-feels… so good."
"Robb-" you moan softly, turning your head, closing your eyes, feeling all exposed to him when he looks at you like that. The pressure in your gut is absolutely set to explode, and you feel that coil tighten impossibly.
Your throat tightens as Robb leans down, his hips hitting the flesh of your thighs as he continues to piston his cock inside you, the chain around his neck dangling above you.
You feel him grab your face roughly, turning you to face him, your eyes slightly hooded with pleasure but looking right at him. It's so intimate, it makes your skin feel like it's on fire. His expression is serious. "Look at me when I make you cum."
Your hand clamps around his wrist, guiding him to your neck, and his jaw slackens again when he realises what you want. His fingers wrap around your neck, palm against your windpipe, and he just holds you there, feeling your pulse fluttering against his touch.
All you're able to utter before falling off the edge of your pleasure is a small, "Fuck-"
Blinding white pleasure courses through your veins, your heart hammering in your chest, feeling every single thing Robb is doing but ten times more sensitive. Being put on edge twice before certainly didn't help. Every thrust inside, brushing against your sweet spot, the way his thumb continues to press circles against your bud, has your orgasm extended in a long drawn-out shattered moan.
Robb buries his head into your neck, his arms enveloped around you, letting your bud finally have a reprieve. Your thighs begin to shake as Robb fucks you through it, overstimulation rocking through your entire body with the incessant push of his length against your sweet spot.
"It's alright, darling, I've got you. I'm here." he whispers, his own tone strained. You can't help but sigh fondly at his words.
Robb feels you tighten impossibly around him one last time before he stills, hot ropes of his cum painting your walls and leaving an unmistakable warmth at the deepest parts of your core. He says nothing, but moans helplessly against your neck and you feel his whole body shudder through your hold on his shoulders.
He fucks you shallowly, aching for the last moments of friction just as your orgasm subsides, replaced with a manageable dull thrum, practically able to feel your own heartbeat, and his with his presence inside you. The drag of his cock through your sensitive walls has breathless pants spilling from your mouth.
The silence stretches as Robb stills, his cock softening within you.
You don't have time to consider what he's thinking, as he presses a chaste kiss to your jaw. "All mine."
You whimper and tuck your face into the scruff in his neck. "Yes, my King, all yours."
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INVISIBLE STRING
Robb Stark x fem!reader || 17+
Summary: But somehow, you’d always felt yourself drawn to Robb the most. Almost as if there was an invisible string tying the two of you together. || Or: You, Robb and some unexpected nighttime confessions …
masterlist || w.c.: 4.2.k (oops?!)
tropes/content: friends to lovers, angst!! & fluff, Robb being a bit of a daft idiot (it’s a canon event in this fic), bantering & teasing; Robb and reader both having a little bit of a flair for the dramatic; some spice at the end (nothing too graphic though, just a good-ol’ make-out session)
AN: When I started writing this, I was expecting it to go completely different. Initially, I’d planned this to be quite smutty, with just a sweet little love confession beforehand. But whilst writing, I realized that there were so many different emotions that were preoccupying both Robb and Reader that going the full-on smut route didn’t feel entirely fitting for this fic. But don’t worry, I’ve got quite a lot of other fic ideas for Robb Stark! Hopefully you’ll enjoy reading this one just as much as I did writing it :)
When you wake up, the other side of the bed is cold.
Empty.
The bedsheets are still neatly arranged - unused.
Immediately, you’re wide awake, shaking off that dizzy, disoriented state your mind always is in the first few seconds upon waking. There’s nothing hazy or disoriented about your thoughts now though, instead there’s only this cold, bitter fear clawing at you as you hastily sit up, quickly adjusting your nightgown before getting out of bed.
Goosebumps immediately break out on your skin, because even though your nightgown has wide, long sleeves, the fabric is quite thin, due to the thick, incredibly warm furs you - and your best friend - always sleep under. Stepping into your slippers, you shiver, drawing the thin fabric of your nightgown tighter around yourself, but you don’t stop to pick up the shift you usually wear over your nightgown.
Instead, you step around the curtains separating your bed from the rest of the tent. Your heart grows heavier when you take in the rest of the tent - cold and untouched.
Robb isn’t here.
Trying to ignore the sinking feeling of dread in your stomach - this isn’t the first time this has happened, in fact, it’s already happened twice this week -, you walk towards the entrance of your tent, picking up one of the lanterns illuminating the tent and trying to think of where Robb could possibly be this time.
Hopefully he isn’t talking to the Kingslayer again, you think. But no, this already happened two days ago. Surely the Kingslayer can’t have wormed his way that much into Robb’s mind already, can he? But then again, this is the Kingslayer.
You shudder, not just from the bitter, cold night air hitting your skin as you step out of your tent, but also recalling that moment two nights ago, when you found Robb talking to the Kingslayer.
While your best friend had seemed less than happy at your arrival, a smirk had spread across Jaime Lannister’s face.
„Finally“, he’d said, totally unbothered by the glare on Robb’s face. „A pretty face I can put to the girl that’s clouding the young Starkling’s thoughts.“
„Don’t talk to her!“, Robb had growled, and you’re just as startled by recalling the anger and intensity in his voice as you’d been in the moment.
Later, when you’d made it back into your tent - back under the thick fur covers and back into Robb’s uncertain, tentative embrace - you’d asked him what the Kingslayer had meant by his words.
Though you couldn’t see it, as your back was pressed to Robb’s chest - one of his large hands splayed rather possessively across your stomach, the grip of his other hand on your waist tightening upon your words - you could practically feel him scowling.
„Nothing - he’s just trying to get into your head as well.“
And that had been that - at least for Robb.
You, on the other hand, hadn’t been able to go back to sleep that night.
Suddenly, sleep had seemed impossible, with your best friend - though was that even the right term to adequately describe the relationship between you and Robb? - right behind you, his hands on your hip and stomach, his warm, even breaths tickling your skin.
So close.
Robb was so close to you - he has been, for some time now.
Even closer than what you’re used to with him.
Growing up at Winterfell together, you’ve always been close to each other. Thick as thieves, as your mother, Lady Catelyn’s maid, always says fondly. With Robb being just a few months older than you, it had seemed only natural to spend as much of your time as possible with the oldest of the Stark children.
Growing up, you’d done almost everything together. You, Robb and his half brother Jon. As little children, you’d played in the woods surrounding Winterfell, using little wooden swords to learn how to fight with a sword. You’d ignored your mother’s words that it wasn’t becoming of a young girl to spend all her time running around with boys, like a little wildling - just like Robb ignored his brother’s and Theon’s teasing remark when you tried showing him how to knit.
With Robb, it had always been easy to just completely forget the rest of the world and get absorbed in this little universe you two had carved out for yourself. One where it didn’t matter that his brothers and Theon were teasing him relentlessly that he was spending so much time with you, a girl. One that was neither his sister nor taken in by the Stark family, so really, there was no reason - at least in Jon’s and Theon’s minds - for Robb to spend so much time with someone that wasn’t family.
When you got older, a new undertone found its way into their comments, like when you’d danced with Robb during the festivities for his fourteenth name day or when he’d turned red like a ripe tomato upon seeing you in your newest dress that you’d gotten as a gift from your mother for your fifteenth name day.
But these comments had never really bothered either of you too much and they certainly didn’t stop you from spending as much as possible of your time with Robb.
Of course, you’d also spent time with Sansa, Jon, Theon and then eventually Arya, Bran and Rickon, yet somehow, you’d always felt yourself drawn to Robb the most. Almost as if there was an invisible string tying the two of you together.
Precisely the words your mother used a few months ago, when you’d told her that you’d be accompanying Robb on his campaign to King’s Landing.
„I know that there’s no point in arguing with you on this, not when dear Robb is involved“, she’d said, sighing, drawing you into an embrace. „But just know my dear child, that I will kill the young lord myself if he doesn’t bring you back home to me safely.“
And despite of the draining last few months behind you, the memory warms your heart and brings a smile to your lips.
However, the warmth doesn’t last long. It’s gone, snuffed out like the flame of a candle, when you see how dark - and empty - Robb’s tent is.
Fortunately for you, one of the guards stationed outside the tent - it had been you, alongside with Robb’s mother, Lady Catelyn, that had finally convinced him that as Lord of Winterfell and King in the North, he does need protection around himself at all times, and not just when he feels fitting - notices you.
You know the guard quite well - in fact, he’s the one who’d pointed you to the Kingslayer’s cage two nights ago and accompanied you there. He’s young, only a few years older than you and Robb, friendly and quite overeager to prove himself. If you recall correctly, his name is Gerad.
„He went into the nearby woods, my Lady“, Gerad now informs you, worry and regret coloring his words. „Snuck out of his tent some time ago, and when me and Ben over there noticed him, insisted that we do not follow him. He took his direwolf with him, though.“
You frown, sighing. This sounds just like Robb. At least Grey Wind is with him, though the thought isn’t as reassuring as you’d like it to be.
„He especially insisted that we were not to inform you of his whereabouts my Lady, he didn’t want you to worry or go after him.“
You just shake your head. Now, this sounds even more like Robb.
„Of course he did“, you mutter, inwardly cursing your best friend and his stupid reckless tendencies.
Not giving Gerad the chance to say anything else, you turn around, already walking away, ignoring the words he calls after you.
„But - my Lady, it’s dark and - and I don’t think you should go alone into the woods at night…“
Crossing your arms in front of your chest, trying to fight off the chill of the cool night air, you quicken your pace. Gerad is right - it’s dark and seven hells knows what’s lurking inside of the woods, especially at night.
But Robb needs you right now, and so, you swallow down your fear and tighten your grip on the lantern, as you walk into the woods. At least you had the foresight to grab the lantern, you think, as you stumble over a branch, cursing quietly when your nightgown gets caught in a root.
You curse yourself for not throwing over your linen shift over your nightgown, because even though knowing your luck the shift would have probably got caught in a root as well, it at least would have offered you some protection against the bitterly cold night air.
You’re freezing and your teeth have already started chattering, but just turning around and walking back to your warm tent and the thick, warm furs isn’t an option. Not when you still haven’t found Robb.
Just then, the light of your lantern falls onto a familiar silhouette and in your hasty excitement to get to Robb, you stumble, almost tripping over a branch on the ground. The loud sound of the branch snapping echoes off into the night air, causing Robb - it really is him, thank the seven! - to turn around. Grey Wind is by his side in an instant and though you hear the threatening growl of the dire wolf, he immediately relaxes once he recognizes you.
When Robb sees you, his eyes widen in shock, and instantly, he’s at your side.
Worried, he calls out your name. „What - what are you doing here? Are you mad? You could’ve frozen to death! Here, take this!“
Ignoring your protest - secretly you’ve always thought that Robb had a bit of a flair for the dramatic, because, really while it might indeed be freezing, saying that you could’ve frozen to death is a bit of a stretch- he immediately takes off his thick fur coat and wraps it around you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and drawing you into his chest in the process.
„I - I’m not - Robb, please, I’m fine!“
„Fine?“, Robb asks, raising his eyebrows, but he can’t entirely mask his evident concern for you, „you’re shivering, Princess.“
You’re so distracted by his sudden proximity that you don’t even protest the term of endearment that Robb often uses to tease you.
Using your momentary distraction to his advantage, Robb continues to admonish you. „What are you even doing out here, all alone at night? Don’t you know how dangerous it is to be walking through the woods, all by yourself-“
„I was worried about you, you idiot!“, you interrupt him, softly hitting his chest, finally overcoming your confusion, even though his hands on your waist and shoulders and the intensity in his bright, blue eyes still very much distract you.
„I - what?“
Robb sounds genuinely baffled at your words and you can’t help but roll your eyes at him. You love him, you really do, but sometimes he can be a bit - well, daft.
Then, you freeze, going over your thoughts again.
The realization hits you like an icy wind on a stormy winter night in Winterfell: you love him.
At first, the thought doesn’t feel entirely new. You’ve always loved Robb, in some capacity.
But this - this is different.
This isn’t the gentle, steady kinship you’ve felt for him all these years, this almost familial kind of love.
This is much more akin to the way your heart was beating wildly in your chest that night a few years ago, when Robb asked you to dance with him on the festivities for his fourteenth name day.
Or the way you felt your palms grow sweaty when Robb first saw you in your new dress for your fifteenth name day.
Or the dizzy, breathless way you felt that one night last spring when Robb had gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, before leaning down towards you, his eyes unable to hold your gaze, instead flickering towards your lips - only for him to almost jump away from you when Jon had entered his chamber unannounced.
And the look in Robb’s eyes right now is not unlike the one back then. So full of emotion and intense-
Just then, Robb softly mutters your name. „Hey, you still with me?“, he asks, his tone light and teasing, but you can see the concern for you in his eyes.
You don’t answer his question.
Instead, almost as if your mind and heart had just been waiting for you to finally realize your true feelings for Robb, it’s as if a heavy, constant weight on your chest has lifted from you and all the words you’ve held back these last few weeks - all this fear and worry that have been gnawing at you - finally fall from your lips.
„What were you thinking, Robb?“, you say, voice colored with worry and frustration.
Robb’s blue eyes widen in confusion at your sudden shift in mood, but you don’t give him any chance to interrupt you, ploughing on instead.
„Probably nothing, right? You’re so … by the seven, you can be so - stupid sometimes, Robb!“
Robb frowns and he says your name in irritation, but you quickly interrupt him.
„Do you know how dangerous it is for you to just go off, sneaking into the woods, alone, at night? You’re the King, Robb! Just think about what would’ve happened if it wasn’t me that had found you, but someone else instead, maybe even an assassin-“
Saying your name again, Robb interrupts you. „I have Grey Wind with me. And we have guards stationed all around the Camp-“
„Oh yes, those same guards that didn’t even notice the first few times you snuck away at night?“, you reply frostily, raising your eyebrows at him.
„What - why are you making such a big deal out of this?“ Now Robb’s voice is colored in anger and frustration, but you don’t back down.
„Because you’re my best friend and I-“
And I love you.
The words are right there, right on the tip of your tongue, but maybe right now isn’t exactly the best moment to say them out loud for the first time. No, first you need to get it through Robb’s incredibly thick and stubborn skull that this isn’t Winterfell - this is war, and even though Robb’s first instinct will always be to protect everyone else first, he needs to take care of himself as well.
And you want him to know that he can always rely on you, can always talk to you.
Because even though Robb hasn’t really talked about it to you yet, you think that you have a good grasp on just what exactly it is that’s been bothering him so much lately.
„ - and I worry about you! Do you think I haven’t noticed how distracted you’ve been lately, Robb?“
„I don’t - you don’t need to worry about-“, Robb starts to say, but you quickly interrupt him.
„Yes. Yes, I do. And I think that by now you know me well enough to know that I will always worry about you, Robb.“
At this, Robb’s resolve finally breaks and he laughs sadly.
„I’m always here for you, Robb“, you say, tone much more gentler than just a few seconds before.
Robb sighs heavily. „I know, Princess, I know. I didn’t want to - this must be hard enough for you as it is and I don’t want you to carry this burden as well, I don’t want you to worry so much about me-“
„And so you thought it better to just sneak off alone at night?“, you reply, irritated. „You thought that wouldn’t worry me?“
At this, Robb looks at you rather sheepishly. „I hoped that you wouldn’t notice.“
When you inhale sharply, he immediately rushes on. „It’s just - it’s all so - it’s so much, all the time … and I just - I need - I need some time to think, to be alone, to just breathe and- I don’t know, everyone always expects so much of me and I know that I must sound like an ungrateful, whiny coward right now, but I don’t - I never asked for this - this responsibility. Not under these circumstances, I - I just want to avenge my father and to save my sisters and most of the time I feel like I don’t even know what I’m doing … I don’t - these people, they all call me their king, but I just - I-“
He breaks off, biting his lips in frustration and angrily shaking his head. „It’s stupid, I know. Which is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you any of this.“
„No, it’s not stupid“, you say softly, gently brushing one of his auburn curls out of his face. „None of it is.“
„But-“, Robb starts to protest, but you shake your head at him.
„It’s not, Robb. These times are hard for all of us, but especially for you. You’ve been thrust into this role without warning, under horrible circumstances. And for that I’d say that you’re handling things extremely well - the only thing I think you should change is talking to your best friend more often.“
Robb grins. „Oh, really?“
„Really.“
„Oh, and why is that?“
Robb’s blue eyes are alight with amusement and you can’t help but grin back at him.
Later, you’ll talk to him again, about all of this. It’s too much, too important to just leave it at that, but right now, both of you need a warmer, brighter moment.
„Because you need to talk to someone. And because it’s incredibly stupid of you to just sneak off like that, alone at night.“
Robb’s grin widens. „Well, if you promise to stop calling me stupid so frequently, then maybe I’ll think about it.“
You laugh. „I’m sorry, but it’s true! I love you, Robb, but sometimes you can really be a bit of an idiot-“
Your eyes widen in shock.
Already, you can feel your cheeks burning up.
You said it.
You actually said it, out loud. Just like that, without even thinking about it. Oh, by the seven, how could you be so incredibly - well, stupid?
Robb’s silence and the stunned look on his face isn’t helping, either.
„I didn’t - I didn’t mean it like - I just - I“, you stammer awkwardly, trying to hide your face behind your hands.
But then Robb’s hands are there, gently cupping your cheeks, and before you can fully comprehend what’s happening, he leans down towards you and softly presses his lips against yours.
For a moment, you’re too stunned, too shocked to react.
Then, you register what’s happening: Robb is kissing you. He heard your confession and didn’t turn away from you.
A soft, surprised noise escapes you, and just when you feel Robb starting to pull away from you, you throw your hands around his neck, reciprocating the kiss with so much force that Robb stumbles, caught off guard.
Chuckling, he breaks the kiss. „Someone’s eager“, he says, grinning down at you.
Your cheeks start to burn even more, and you roll your eyes at Robb. „You’re so stupid.“
„Didn’t you promise to stop calling me that?“, Robb asks, while gently brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face.
„Promise?“, you ask, raising your eyebrows at him. „I don’t recall promising you anything-“
„Well, maybe you just need a reminder“, Robb murmurs, before his lips claim yours in a hungry kiss.
And if Robb’s idea of a reminder to stop calling him stupid consists of him kissing you senseless, so that every coherent thought in your head is washed away, then he very much succeeds with it. His lips move against yours and just when you can feel his tongue prodding at your lower lip, one of his hands trails down from your cheek, moving over your collarbone, your chest - here, your breath actually hitches and you swear that you can feel Robb grinning into the kiss -, your sides, until it settles on your waist.
Overwhelmed, you move your hands up from his neck, tangling them in his auburn curls, trying to ground yourself against the onslaught of different sensations.
Robb’s tongue hungrily exploring your mouth.
His hand on your waist, his grip on you so certain and dominant that you don’t even care that he’s most likely going to leave bruises on your skin.
His other hand still assuredly cupping your face, his calloused fingertips softly moving over your skin.
Your heart, beating frantically in your chest.
There’s still a certain sense of wonderment within you, a small part of yourself that keeps asking whether this is actually happening. Because Robb kissing you senseless is all of your wildest dreams come true, and then some.
But almost as if in reply to your thoughts, Robb uses the hand that’s settled on your waist to draw you in even closer, until you’re pushed right against his chest and now, there’s really no space left between you two.
Even through the thick fur coat you’re still wearing you can feel the hardened planes of Robb’s chest, and something else, something harder straining against his breeches.
A soft, surprised noise escapes you.
Just then, you shift, trying to move one of your hands up higher, but then you accidentally grind yourself against Robb in the process. The chocked off moan that leaves Robb as a reaction leaves you feeling dizzy and breathless - and wanting to repeat that exact same movement in order to elicit that delicious noise from Robb again.
Feeling bold and brazen, you press yourself even closer against Robb, but just then, Robb’s grip on your waist tightens, keeping you in place.
Breathlessly, Robb breaks the kiss, looking at you with such an intense fire in his eyes that is in stark contrast to his next words. „Not - not here. I mean - I - maybe we should - go back … back to camp, back to our-your tent, I mean, I … “
You smile.
His curls are a mess, his lips are red and swollen from kissing you and his cheeks are looking rather flushed and pink, but to you, he’s never looked more beautiful than in this moment.
„You’re right“, you say, sounding just as breathless as Robb. Still smiling, you reach up to brush a few curls out of his face.
For a moment, Robb closes his eyes, leaning into your soft, comforting touch.
If it’s even possible, you feel your smile widening even more.
Robb looks so beautiful. So peaceful and serene-
Then, suddenly, his hands on your waist are scooping you up into his arms, and carrying you in bridal style, he starts walking through the forest, Grey Wind following at his side, ignoring your protests.
Hastily, you throw your arms around his neck for support.
„Robb, just let me down, I can walk just fine!“, you huff, but once again, he ignores your protest.
This continues all the while through the forest, and even once you’ve reached camp, he just smirks at your continued protest. Frustrated, you roll your eyes at him, even though you feel like you might die from embarrassment due to the curious looks the guards stationed around camp throw you two.
„Finally!“, you say, sighing frustratedly and crossing your arms in front of your chest, after Robb entered your tent and finally let you go.
Though your irritation doesn’t seem to phase Robb in the slightest - instead, he just grins.
„Really“, you continue, shaking your head at him, „I could’ve managed fine on my own. No need for all that fuss.“
Sighing, Robb steps closer towards you, gently tugging a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
„Look, I’m sorry, it’s just - this night … it’s all so - gods, I’ve loved you for so long and to finally realize that you feel the same way - can you imagine what an incredible feeling that is?“
For a moment, you’re too stunned to say anything.
Your eyes find Robb’s and when you see all his love and yearning for you reflected in them, your throat suddenly feels dry.
Biting down hard on your lip, you uncross your arms from in front of your chest and reach for Robb’s free hand - the other is still tenderly cupping your face -, intertwining your fingers together.
You know exactly how Robb feels. After all, it seems that you two have been going through the exact same thoughts and emotions these last few weeks.
„Robb“, you whisper, looking up at him.
You both lean towards each other at the same time and your lips meet in a soft, tender kiss, so full of emotion that it’s threatening to overwhelm you even more.
When he breaks the kiss, Robb leans his forehead against yours, smiling softly.
„By the seven, you’re incredible. I love you - I love you so much, Princess.“
You press another chaste, soft kiss to his lips, still smiling so stupidly widely that normally, Robb would’ve already made a teasing remark. „And I love you, Robb.“
Robb laughs, the sound a bit shaky and uncertain, but still it warms your heart. „I fear that I’ll never get tired of hearing these words.“
You laugh. And then, because you can’t not say it: „Stupid“, you murmur lovingly under your breath.
Robb laughs. „Yes - but you love me.“
And not giving you the chance to come up with a reply, he leans down to kiss you again.
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Robb Stark*Frey Girl
Pairing: Robb x F!Frey!Reader
Warnings: Angry Catelyn angst, smut (f receiving oral, loss of virginity, p in v sex, that kinda thing) 18+
Summary: When the war is done Robb can finally enjoy alone time with his queen
Word count: 4127
Requested
A/N: This is basically 2 smuts in one but I didn’t wanna turn this into 3 parts so here’s one long one for yous all.
You don’t need to read part one but for context if not Robb marries a Frey girl and takes her to war with him.
Also alt timeline where Robb wins the war and goes back to the independent North
Masterlist Here
Part one Here
Robb had meant what he said on your wedding day. You joined him and his men on their journey and he brought you to all his council meetings much to his men’s and mother’s dismay. No one believed a word out of your mouth either because you were a woman or a Frey. However, Robb did not listen to their pleads to set you aside and continued to take your counsel. The men hated you for that.
That was until they won their next battle, following your plans, and crushing Tywin’s forces. It was apparent they had been waiting for Robb and his men when the Starks were easily able to flank them from the side and back, effectively trapping them in their slaughter. After that his advisors wouldn’t hold a meeting without you. Catelyn’s heart began to soften to you the longer her son survived but there was still a stale bitter air from her whenever you were present.
“She doesn’t like me,” you said as you lay on your bed in Robb and yours tent. He sighed and got up from his table, hands running through his hair, “I don’t mind that she doesn’t, but you can’t lie and say she does,”
“She doesn’t know you,” he said.
“Or like me,” you chirped, rolling over to sit on the bed facing him, “I don’t get why this upsets you more than me,”
Robb sighed as he sat beside you on the bed, his arm resting behind your back so you could lean on him, “Because I want her to like you! Like I do. Well not quite the same I suppose but still,” he said.
“I want her to like me too,” you said as you took his hand to hold, “but it’s hardly something we can rush. This is my war,” you said, and Robb’s eyes squinted in confusion, “Men go off and fight in battles with swords. Us women fight our war with words. For all your mother knows I’ve secured you and was sent to trick you,”
“My mother doesn’t think you seduced me,” Robb said, and you laughed in response causing a smirk to fall on Robb’s lips, “Or did you?” he asked as he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap.
You laughed at the sudden movement, but it was silenced by Robb placing his lips on yours. In all the time you had been at war you had yet to bed your husband, but you had been intimate in other ways so the taste of his lips was nothing new but still as intoxicating as before. “Maybe I did,” you grinned, bringing your hands to rest on his chest, your hips lightly grinding into his as you made yourself comfortable on his lap, “Are you complaining?”
Robb hummed as his hands fell from your hips to your ass, squeezing as they did, “I’m not sure. Do you think its wise to seduce your king?” he asked as he smirked.
You matched his smirk with your own as you began to place kisses to his jaw, “Only when they look like you your grace,” an airy laugh left his lips, but it stopped when you grinded against his lap again, this time feeling something twitch in his trousers. “Unless you’d prefer me to stop,” you said, removing your lips from his skin.
Robb’s fingers dug into your ass as he pulled you closer, grinding against you as he did, “Who said you were allowed to stop?” he asked as he began trailing his own kisses down your neck, stopping at your collarbone to nip it with his teeth before soothing it with his lips. You gasped at the feeling, grinding your hips into his again. his hands went to your hips to hold them steady as he brought his up to grind against you.
You pushed his chest, dethatching his lips from your skin, and causing him to fall back onto the bed. You knew he had only let you push him, however. You crawled to be on top of him, your lips going to his.
By now you had learned what he liked and brought your fingers to tangle in his curls causing moans to fall from his lips as he continued to grind his hips against you. His hands squeezed your hips tighter. His lips fit perfectly against yours and his teeth began to nip at your bottom lip begging for entrance which you quickly granted. The kiss was slow and tender, but you grew hungry for more. Weeks of making out and grinding but nothing more had left you feeling desperate for your husband’s touch.
As your hips grinded against his you felt his cock harden underneath you, threatening to break free. The feeling of his cock against you made you moan into the kiss. Robb’s hands went up to your waist, gripping it, and pushing you off of him to climb on top of you. He pulled out the kiss, his breath falling heavy against your skin, “Tell me what you want,” he asked as he began to leave sloppy kisses to your neck.
You moaned under his touch, “I want you inside of me,” you confessed.
Robb stopped his assault on your neck, moving to look you in your eyes, “Are you sure love? We don’t have to,” his hand trailed along your arm, moving down to hold your hand.
You smiled at your husband, ever honourable and noble, you had never expected to have to wait this long and you could only imagine he was as desperate as you, “I am. I want this. I want you,” you told him, your hand resting on his jaw.
Robb grinned down at you beneath him, “You have no idea how much I want you,” he confessed as he sat up, taking off his shirt and loosening his trousers, “I’ve dreamt of this every night,”
You giggled at his words as he undressed himself. “Help me with my dress?” you asked when he was finished and soon you were only in your shift which you decided to keep on. Despite knowing no one would dare enter the tent you were still aware of the number of men around you from the noises from outside the tent.
Robb laid you down on the bed, positioning himself above you, before placing a tender kiss on your lips. “If you want to stop, just tell me,” he said, and you nodded in response. Robb used one hand to keep him up and the other to grab his member, running it along your folds almost teasing you. You let out a moan at the feeling alone. When he pushed in you couldn’t stop the gasp. Robb paused but his tip remained inside you, “Are you okay love?” he asked, placing a kiss to your forehead, “Is it too much?”
You gripped onto his bicep, feeling how strong his muscle was compared to your grip, “Its just big,” you said, and Robb grinned at your words, “Just go slow,”
“Of course, my queen,” Robb said as he slowly began to push further inside of you with his eyes locked on yours. You held your gasp in this time as he began to stretch you until he was almost fully inside when he paused, “Let me know when you’re ready,” Robb said, and you nodded.
Your hand moved to his hair, pulling him down into a kiss which he gladly accepted. His lips began to devour yours as the burning sensation eased. Lust began to burn inside you as the feeling became more comfortable. You pulled away from his kiss, “You can move now,”
Robb nodded and slowly he did as you said. He began to slowly move his hips, thrusting in and out of you as the new sensation made your skin tingle. Robb’s eyes were screwed shut, soft moans falling from his lips from his movements. You began to feel more at ease with the thrusts and you craved more.
Breathy moans fell from your lips as your hands went to hold his shoulders, feeling how strong they were from all his training. “Robb please,” you gasped as he thrust into you again.
“Please what my queen?” he asked, opening his eyes but continuing his agonisingly slow pace.
You whined beneath him, “Go faster. Please. I can handle it,”
“Oh yeah?” Robb asked as he began to thrust his hips faster, “You think you can handle me?” he asked. You moaned at the new speed, moving your hips in an attempt to meet his. He held your hips down with his hand. “Lie still sweetheart,” he said as you moaned his name softly, “Fuck you’re so pretty when you do that,” he said as he began to thrust harder.
“Fuck,” you gasped as he began to hit new depths inside of you, “Please Robb fuck,” you gasped.
“Please what?” he asked as he gripped your hips tighter.
“Don’t stop,” you answered, your eyes screwing shut as an unfamiliar knot grew in your stomach, “Please don’t stop,”
Robb almost chuckled at your words, “I’m not done with you yet my queen,” he said as he leaned down to join your lips. The kiss was messy and sloppy as he continued his thrusts. Whenever the kiss broke you felt his hot heavy breath against your wet lips. Robb broke the kiss again, leaning his sweating forehead against yours, “I think I’m gonna,” he said, trailing off as he screwed his eyes shut.
Before you could respond someone outside the tent yelled Robbs name. “Don’t come in!” He yelled back, not stopping his pace, “Fuck I don’t think I can wait,” he whispered to you, unfazed by whoever was outside. In this moment he was your husband, not someone’s king.
“It’s okay,” you told him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. A guttural moan fell from his lips and suddenly all his movements stopped as his eyes screwed up tighter, his whole body going tense. You felt a new sensation in your cunt that was already wet from your actions but was now filled with his seed.
It was once you realised what had happened Robb basically collapsed on top of you, laying on you with ragged breathing. “I’m sorry love,” he said, and you cut him off by pressing your lips against his, almost shivering at his touch, “I’ll make it up to you I promise,”
Again, someone yelled his name from outside the tent. “I swear to fuck,” Robb whispered before turning his head to yell at the tents entrance, “I said go!” he yelled. As Robb began to move off of you the tent burst open. Robb scrambled to pull sheets on top of you both and your face went red when you realised who had burst in. “Mother?!” Robb said, his eyes wide as she closed the tent behind her storming in.
“We’re in a war and your advisors need you and your too busy bedding some woman “she began her rant, her face flushing red.
Robb sat up as you pulled the sheets closer to you, “She is my wife,” Robb said, his words spitting venom. “Isn’t this what I’m supposed to be doing?”
“You’re supposed to be making battle plans to win this wretched war!” she bellowed.
Robb straightened his posture and glared at his mother as you tried to avoid the crossfire beneath the sheets, “And what about after the war?” he asked, “I’ll need heirs surely. Is that not why kings have queens?” you felt your heart twinge at his words. Almost sensing your pain, Robb’s hand found yours under the sheets, “She is my queen. Your queen. You don’t have to like her, but I do,”
“Maybe I’d like her better if her father didn’t try and betray us!”
“And who was it that warned us of this?” Robb bellowed across the tent, his hand squeezing yours tighter, and even you were almost frightened of him in the moment. The movement outside the tent seemed to quiet as did the noise inside the tent. “You have no right to barge into my tent,” Robb said, his voice lowered.
“I am your mother,” Catelyn said, her voice low and shaky. “Does that mean nothing to you?”
“It means everything to me,” Robb said, “But so does she. And if you have an issue with it, I suggest you keep it to yourself,” A heavy silence hung over the tent which was only broke by the sound of Catelyn turning and storming out.
Robb sighed and flung himself back down onto the bed beside you. He raised his hand, still holding yours, and kissed the back of your hand. “That’s not how I wanted that to go,” he confessed.
You curled into your husband’s side and pressed a kiss to his clenched jaw, “It’s a good thing we have a lifetime to do it again,” Robb smiled at your words, “but for now,” you continued, “I think its best you talk to your mother,”
Robb sighed before turning his head to face you with a grin, “I hate how you’re always right,”
“You’re gonna hate it for a lifetime as well im afraid,” you smiled back at him, your nose scrunching as you did. Robb leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your lips before you pushed him back gently, “Go. Before she starts another war,”
“Fine, fine,” Robb huffed as he climbed out of bed and began to dress, “but this is not over,” he said with grin, placing a kiss to your forehead before he left.
He was gone for a while and for many days after Catelyn avoided eye contact with you however eventually she slowly began to warm up to you. Every time Robb rode into battle it was just you and a few nonfighting men left so you had to talk eventually. Robb tried to leave Greywind with you for protection, but you insisted you were safe without him. Catelyn saw the way you spoke to her son before he rode to battle, how you leaned into his touch scared it would be your last, you reminded her of herself.
After so much time and so much loss the war was won. The seven kingdoms had become six and the North had its King back at Winterfell. A new monarch ruled in Kingslanding with an agreed understanding of your independence. Finally, you could ride back to your new home with Robb. It didn’t take long for the remaining Starks to follow and now everyone was safe at Winterfell.
It was Catelyn who suggested a second wedding to brighten the spirits of the North. You and Robb had a second wedding in the Gods wood to have your marriage recognised by the old Gods, Greywind still by your side. The celebration lasted days and was also celebrating the Norths independence amongst everything else.
Between the war and the celebrations, you had been so busy you had hardly saw Robb. After the weeklong celebration was over and most Lords had returned with their people to their castles or holdings you hoped you would finally have time with him.
The sky was dark and the only men in the castle were guards on night watch who bowed as you passed them. The queen in the north. Off to find her king with a direwolf by her side. You knew where he would be. You entered the newly assembled throne room with Greywind walking beside you and smiled when you noticed Robb sat on Winterfell’s new throne, with one of equal size beside it for you. He had insisted a smaller one was an insult to you, and no one argued with the king. Apart from his wife of course.
“What are you doing up so late?” you asked, shutting the doors behind you and walking up to your husband.
He smiled seeing you, but you could see all the emotions swimming behind his mind, “Its all finally sinking in,” he said. He looked down and saw Greywind by your side, “Does he follow you everywhere?”
“Normally yeah. I am his favourite after all,” you teased as you stood in front of him, your hand resting on his.
Robb smiled as he pulled you to sit on his lap, facing out to the throne room, “I can’t blame him. He has good taste,” he said, and you hummed in agreement. “How does it feel to be a queen?”
“How does it feel to be a king?” you answered his question with one of your own. Neither one of you knew how to feel but you knew with Robb beside you, you would figure it out. “If I’m queen does that mean I can do whatever I want?” you asked.
Robb hummed behind you, placing a kiss to the back of your neck, “I suppose so love. As long as you’re with me,”
You leaned back into his chest, “There’s nowhere I’d rather be my king,” Robb looked into your eyes before crashing his lips onto yours. They were hungry and strong like his hands that were gripping onto your hips, securing you in place. He ran his tongue over your bottom lip, and you were no one to deny your king. He gained entry, his tongue fighting with yours. It was sloppy and impatient but so fiery it made a warm feeling flood your stomach.
Greywind growled from beside the throne causing you to pull away, almost gasping for air, “I don’t think he’s so happy,” You said, giggling when Robb moved to kiss your neck.
“Then send him away,” Robb said before biting the spot where your neck and shoulder met. You gasped then moaned when he soothed it with his tongue.
You tried waving your hand, signalling the wolf to go but he only came closer. “Greywind no,” you said, moaning again when Robbs kisses trailed up to under your jaw. “Go Greywind,” you tried again. Finally, the wolf took the message and padded away and out of the door to the throne room. “The door,” you reminded Robb when you realised it was open still.
Robb groaned as he picked you up and set you beside the throne, “You better be naked when I get back,” he said before rushing over to shut the door. you quickly did as your king commanded. Due to the hour, you were only in your night clothes and a cloak anyway which you had kept tightly shut before getting in the room. Now the fabric was discarded beside the thrones.
He had a wolfish hunger in his eyes as he strode across the throne room to you. He pulled you in by the back of your neck for a frantic kiss before he shoved you by your hips to sit on the throne. “I’ve been waiting for this,” Robb said as he stripped himself of his tunic and undershirt. “That whole war all I could think about was getting home so I could please my queen,” he said as he sunk to his knees in front of you, “Would you like that?” Robb asked as he pressed a kiss to your knee, the another slightly further up and up, “Do you want me to please you right here on the throne?” Robb asked as he placed your legs over his shoulder, and he placed a final kiss to your inner thigh.
He looked up at you with desperate eyes, his breath fanning over your wet core where his mouth was mere inches from. You nodded down at him, biting your lip as equally desperate as him. Robb just chuckled though and pressed another kiss to your other thighs, “I want to hear you say it my queen,” he said.
It was as if your breath was caught in your throat. “Please,” you managed to breathe out, “Please my king. Make me come undone,” you begged.
“Your wish is my command,” he said as he ran a finger up your folds, “Your so wet for me,” Robb chuckled causing your cheeks to flush, “Such a pretty site,” he praised before leaning closer and pressing a kiss to your now exposed clit causing you to gasp.
Robb gripped your thighs as he brought his mouth to your core. He began trailing feather light licks up your cunt going slow and teasing moans and obscenities to fall from your lips. He slowly increased the pressure, his nose coming to nuzzle your clit as he brought his tongue closer. By now anyone in the hall could probably hear your curses as he was lapping up your juices, his tongue diving into your hole as his nose nudged your clit. A line of moans and gasps fell out your lips at the feeling of his mouth. It was the first time you had been touched in this way and you begged it would not be the last.
Suddenly you felt his fingertips circling your hole, his tongue moving up to focus on swirling around your clit. You gasped in pleasure when his fingers entered you, curling perfectly as he had learned to do over your rushed encounters in the war. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach grow and tighten as Robb increased his fingers speed till, he hit a sweet spot when a loud moan fell from your lips. You could almost feel his smirk against your cunt, knowing he had found it. his added tongue only made you crazier as begs and curses fell from your lips, begging him to keep going.
The pressure continued to build until you felt his teeth graze your clit then suddenly all the pressure released, and the most unladylike moans erupted out of your lips as your body shake under his touch. Your whole body was exhausted by the time Robb stood; his face wet with your juices but he didn’t seem to care as he dove in for a hungry kiss.
His lips were rough against yours as he lifted you off the throne to quickly replace you, placing you on his lap facing him. Robb pulled back from the kiss to hold your face and push your hair from your face, “Fuck you’re perfect,” he whispered against your lips, “Let’s see if I can make you do that again. Would you like that love?” he asked as he began unlacing his trousers. You kissed him in response, unable to speak from the tiredness that had overcome your body. Robb chuckled into the kiss, “You’re perfect,” he said.
You managed to force your body up enough for him to slide his trousers down. You looked down to see Robb’s hard cock spring free from his trousers. The tip was red, and you could already see his precum dripping off the top. Robb held your hips, pulling you closer and guiding his cock if for you to sink down on. Your breath hitched in your throat at the girth but there was little pain after how he had prepared you.
Robb cursed at the feeling of you sinking down on him and his hands stayed on your hips which he began moving to grind onto him, moans falling from his lips. “You feel so good,” He grunted as he hung his neck to rest on your shoulder, “You’ll be the end of me,” Rob told you.
Finally feeling more awake from before you began to grind your hips to match his, Robb’s head falling back to rest on the back of the throne as he watched you ride him on it. more curses fell from both your lips at the feeling. You weren’t going fast enough for the king however who decided to grip your hips tighter and snap his hips up to thrust into you. Endless moans fell from your lips as Robb thrust into you faster than before.
You felt the same knot as before build in your stomach as he thrust into you. Suddenly Robb licked his fingers before bringing them down to rub your already sensitive clit causing the knot to tangle a hundred times more. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build and crash again as you came undone around him a second time. As you squeezed around his cock Robb felt his own orgasm quickly approaching so as you rode out your peak, he chased his.
Robb let out a growl as his seed spilt into you and you fell onto his chest on the throne. The room was silent apart from both your panting. After a few moments of silence, you pressed a kiss to Robbs chest, “We should do that again sometime,”
“Oh, we’re gonna do this a lot more love,”
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Heirs
Pairing: Robb Stark x Baratheon/Lannister reader
When Ned Stark comes to King's landing, he learns that out of Cersei's children, you, the arranged bride of his eldest son, are the only legitimate heir of Robert's. This discovery challenges the Lannisters and costs Ned his life.
When Ned Stark is executed, Robb is left broken, his family torn apart... and the only person he can take his frustration out on is you, his arranged bride, and the sister of the boy who ruined his life and had his father killed.
Tags: Arranged marriage, Robb is a bad boy in this one, corruption, innocent reader, first time,
CH. 1 First Meeting - Ned Stark's eldest son and Robert Baratheon’s eldest (legitimate) daughter got off to a relatively exciting start.
Chapter tags: fluff, first meeting, Robb and reader are kids here, teasing, Cersei is nice,
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The lord of Winterfell sat stoic, alongside his lady wife at the long table, on which one side seated his people, across from the other, which seated the party from Kings Landing. Ned Stark's sons were sitting by his side. The eldest, Robb, had just turned eleven. Now, in the midst of his warrior training, the boy wasn't small by any means. Though his body was developing and he had already reached his mother in height, Robb still maintained a spark of childlike michieve in his grey eyes.
Ned had wanted Robb to have a good childhood, but circumstances had forced him to educate his son to fight and rule from a young age. He was glad Robb still had cleverness in him to retort his brothers jests, and the chivalry to protect his little sisters, but knew the playfulness would someday come to an end when Robb will need to lead his people into winter.
The Baratheons visiting from Kings Landing sat alongside the Starks, eyeing the table in front of them, some were eating away happily, like the king, while some, like his wife Cersie grimaced at the display of meat, likely not used to the lack of decorum in her sheltered palace.
Ned hid his guilty smirk at the discomfort. Cersei and her children all sat together as well, the eldest, a pretty girl of nine was helping her rowdy little brothers and sister to food, mixes of greens consisting of fruits, nuts, and vegetables, with measured and delicate movements.
Ned both loathed and excited at the idea of betrothing his son to the kings daughter. There would be peace in the realm on one hand. On the other hand, her grandfather Tywin's and your mother's ambition and the Lannisters' reputation for manipulation made him uneasy.
The girl was frail, weak even compared to Rob’s small and hyper siblings, let alone to Robb himself. Already you were attracting attention, as the boys at the table kept turning to look at you. With long hair falling on the side of your tanned face and freckles decorating blushing cheeks.
Before the feast, he was pulled Robert and Cersei aside and discussed the match.
Not enjoying the attention some of the boys and even some men were giving you, Ned gave Robb a nudge, interrupting his conversation with his brother, Jon. "Perhaps you should entertain your guest, son?"
The boy followed his fathers gaze to you, then to the men eyeing you and understanding set. Robb nodded and stood to head over to the table where you sat. He bent down and whispered something in your ear, making you jump in surprise at first, before listening in. You looked up at him, feeling a slight warmth on your ears and cheeks, and turned to ask your mother for permission to go with him. The queen nodded at your request, smiling fondly at you, momentarily eyeing Robb with suspicion.
The boy offered one of his signature, easygoing smiles, offering you his hand before leading you outside.
One of his footsteps was twice as big as yours. You had to jog rather than walk to keep up with him, lifting up your dress high enough not to trip but also low enough not to expose yourself. He didn't slow down to match your speed either, which caused your father, the king, to smirk to his old friend.
Ned and Catelyn watched their heir leave the feast with the princess, then turned to his men, who asked him questions about the following year's harvest.
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You let yourself be led out of the warm and loud comfort of the great hall and out into the chilled, windfilled night of the north. "Where are we going?"
"Anywhere," the boy leading you replied. "My father told me to entertain you."
"Oh," you let out a small breath and looked down shyly. Of course, he wasn't with you of his own free will.
"Wanna see what northerners do for fun?" He asked.
You felt a flash of nervousness go down your spine. "Is it dangerous?"
He turned around to look if you were serious, grey eyes studied you in amusement before he let out a chuckle. "No. We just climb up the walls," He nodded towards a massive stone wall of the castle of winterfell, rising up to touch the night sky.
you eyes traveled all the way up, and you mouth dried. Your fear of hights warred with your desire to impress him. In the end, your fear won. "Then, m-maybe we shouldn't."
"Oh, princess.” he drawled, tilting his head mockingly. “Are you scared?"
You felt heat rise to your cheeks. He was so unnecessarily teasing. Nevertheless, you would stand your ground, just as your mother taught you to. "You can not speak to me that way."
He stopped walking and turned to look at her. "Oh, I see. You do have guts…" He said calmly, approaching you. Deep grey eyes staring at you under messy dark brown hair. Taking a step back, you had decided you'd rather he yelled. It would have scared you less than this.
You tried your best not to cower. "I don't want to do something dangerous -" you winced at how your voice rose louder than you had intended, making you sound all the more afraid. "Sorry," you added in a small voice. "Can we do something else?"
He raised one dark brow at you as if considering your question. Finally, he spoke again. "No." He said, and he pulled you by the hand anyway.
Your eyes widened in fear, and you glanced back to the feast, to you, mother, and sister.
"Easy, princess." He said before facing you again and saying quietly, "I won't let you fall."
You didn't trust him, but it didn't feel like you had much of a choice, feeling like you were fighting an uphill battle.
The two of you climbed up the wall. It went up around five meters and was already on a hill. It was the highest you had ever been, and the effects were obvious, as you panted, your lungs trying to catch up with you. Robb had no trouble, effortlessly climbing the slope, not carefully stepping around the slippery ice like you were. At some point, he began pulling you along with his free hand, bringing them to one level. How was he holding on to the jagged, frost-covered brick without a rope? Without gloves? And able to carry both of your weights?
You felt lightheaded as you gripped onto him. At last the two of you reached the flattened top. The sounds of laughter and signing caused you to turn to the right. There were young people everywhere along the top of the wall. A few of them cheered and waved as they saw the two of you climb up.
You blinked and let herself be put down, concentrating on staying upright. You were taking labored breaths, and you turned to look at their surroundings, gasping when you saw the view. The snow-covered roofs were magnificently illuminated by the streetlights and the full moon, and misshapen clouds danced in the stars above you. You were looking in fascination when all of a sudden, a flask was thrust in front of her.
"Drink up," You turned to see Robb wipe at his chin, a clear liquid making his lips shine.
She took the bottle tentatively, gasping "What's in it?"
"Something tasty. Trust me."
"I don't think I should." You shook your head.
He rolled his eyes at that. "Live a little, princess. I already said I'll look out for you. If anything bad happens to you, the king will skin my ass-"
You gasped.
"- so you're safe."
"Why do you speak like that?" You admonished. "You are a prince!"
He gave you a condescending smirk, flashing a set of perfect white teeth. For some reason, you didn't understand. Some Northerners sharpened their canines. Robb was one of them. Had his teeth even fallen yet? You snapped out of your thoughts when he said. "Because it's fun to watch you squirm. Are you gonna have any or not?"
You eyed the container and shook your head, handing it back to him. He took anotyou couple of sips and howled at the moon, startling you again. His was followed by a series of howls from the teenagers on the rocks. They sat on a cold rock and looked over the clouds and mountains. There wasn't enough time to take in all the gorgeous scenery, from the hills to the planes to a big snowy mountain in the distance.
He draped one arm around your shoulders casually, which made you ragged, breathing even more difficult. Bringing his shaggy head close to hers, he squinted. "Do you know what you're looking at?"
"The wall," you supplied. From his close proximity, you could smell the metallic scent of the drink coming from his lips.
"Very good,” he nodded, the praise making a warmth spread in your chest. “The wall. so far away, and here we are. And all our problems. So insignificant." You felt a tug at one strand Of your hair and turned to see his hand pulling at it playfully.
You disregarded the gesture, which made your heart speed up and focused on his words instead. “What's beyond it? What's hiding?”
His look turned serious all of a sudden as he gazed on to the faraway intimidating pile of ice. Then he turned back to you, blue eyes staring in melancholy into your soul. “Nothing a princess should ever worry you thoughts with.”
She blinked up at him, and a shiver ran up your spine. You turned back and looked at the moon. It was marvelous that up close,you could clearly make out the craters and valleys. You wondered, not for the first time, how it came to be.
You were opening your mouth, about to follow up with more questions, but the climb had tired you out quicker than you had expected, and your vision blurred. You felt herself fall back, waiting to hit the ground, when your vision went completely dark.
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You woke up to a black sky filled with stars. Blinking, you realised your head was in someone's lap, and someone was gently stroking your cheek. You took a long breath, and your vision became clearer. The muffled sounds around you were clearing up as well. You realised whose lap your head was in and who was stroking your cheek. You got up with a start, making him move his hand. Grey eyes focused on you with curiosity. "I've never seen anyone pass out from speaking before. Good instinct on not drinking the ale."
Your brows furrowed. "The what? Nevermind. It's the air. It is hard to breathe up here."
You felt yourself going dizzy again. In Winterfell, you had never been this elevated before back in Kings Landing, but sitting on the walls of the castle itself… What were you thinking about again?
"Woah!" Rob caught and held you before you could fall once more, heat from his large, muscular body bringing you somewhat back to reality.
"Bring... me... down," you managed between gasps. You mustered the strength to add, "or my lungs will rupture, I will die, and my father will skin your… ass."
But it looked like the second part of your rant was unnecessary because he lifted you in his arms, said goodbye to his companions, who hooted and laughed. You caught some muttering about a "first timer" or “southerner”. They were laughing at you. The king's daughter. But you didn't have it in you to care as you struggled to stay awake.
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By the gods, this girl was fragile, Robb thought to himself while he carried the gasping, shivering little thing to the edge of the castle walls. He felt around with one hand to find his rope, always neatly tied at his belt. He'd thought to himself, could carry you all the way down and have a boring evening, or, he could excite you a bit. He chuckled to himself, knowing exactly which option he was going to choose. He lowered you to stand on your own and got his axe from his belt before tying it to his rope. He zeroed in on the tall oak in the courtyard. His target. He's practiced and hit with longer distances. He will be fine this time.
You shivered and stared as he did so.
Robb kissed the hilt of his axe, saying a quick prayer. "You may want to crouch."
You did so instantly, making a ball on the ground. Robb took aim and held the end of the rope, which wasn't tied to the axe, and sent the blade flying. It pulled and pulled on his rope until wedging itself sideways in the oak.
Robb grinned down and said, "You can get up now, princess."
You stood up slowly, your eyes widening at his shot. "How…?”
He grinned and tied the other end of the rope around himself, then offered you his hand.
You eyed his outstretched hand, then the rope, the tree, then the wall. "I think I'll just go down the steps-!" He pulled you against himself and jumped. Your lungs must have recovered because you screamed the whole way down. Robb used his weight to swing you both once around the oak before landing in the snow.
He looked down at you and saw a shudder when you glanced back at the top of the wall where you both were a minute ago.
"Gods," you gasped before turning to look up at him, your eyes reflecting the stars. "Thanks for not dropping me."
He raised a brow, implying that you did not need to say that.
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That evening, his father told him something Robb already suspected: the king and queen had arranged a match between you and him.
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