warnings: smut, lewd themes, a/b/o dynamics, vaginal fingering, semi-public sex, blasphemy?(they fuck in the godswood), virginity loss, unprotected sex, knotting, Robb is feral, mentions of arranged marriage
word count: 1.7k
pairings: Alpha!Robb Stark x Omega!Fem!Reader
summary: you grew up alongside Robb, falling in love with him. Despite him probably marrying a noblewoman at some point, he was in love with you and when your heat hit you hard, it made him go into a rut that was too hard to break out of.
a/n: I couldn't help myself, the Starks are so Alpha-coded/werewolf-coded. I was inspired by this confession from @/nastygot, so credits to the person who thought it up and the blog that posted it!!! tagging my lovely bestie @howlingofhounds who helped me with this!
The scent was beginning to drive him insane. Robb had been smelling it for days now, and he couldn’t quite get it out of his nose. Considering he was the Alpha of Winterfell, he had a duty to help out any of the people who lived here. He was the Lord of Winterfell, and he took that duty very seriously.
He was unmarried, but that wasn’t the issue. He would soon take a noble woman to be his bride and she would give him a litter of pups. Yet he was drawn to someone, someone who had seen Robb before he became the Lord of Winterfell. A beautiful maiden who made his heart race whenever she smiled…safe to say he was smitten.
You loved Robb. He was your everything, and you were his. You two had grown up together, causing mischief with the young Greyjoy ward at your sides. The three of you would play in the training yards, pretending to be princes and princesses and just enjoying your childhood. But as you got older, you started to see Robb in a whole other way.
And of course, him being the Alpha, you understood that he had to be with an Omega or another Alpha to marry. He was going to probably be matched with a sweet noble woman to further the Stark line. It wasn’t that Lady Catelyn didn’t love you, as she was very fond of you, it’s just that you weren’t exactly noble either.
You lived in Winter town your entire life. You were the daughter of a seamstress and a brewer. Not a terrible life to lead at all, but you were far from being noble. Yet, Robb adored you and he would rather marry you, if he could be honest. His heart always sang a song and the lyrics of that song were your name.
So when he doesn’t see you for a while, he wonders if maybe you’re too heartbroken to come visit him. His lady mother hadn’t even picked anyone yet, so he wondered if maybe you had heard a nasty rumor. Still, he could smell that smell and it made him go insane.
One night, he’s awoken by the sensations of deep arousal and ferality that courses through his veins. In a half-awake and partially sleeping state, he pulls on his clothing. The scent is so strong tonight, and his cock throbs with each moment he has to smell it. It’s the sweetest wine he’s tasted, the most delicious cake he’s had the pleasure of eating, it’s the smell of winter roses.
He’s practically snarling as he stalks outside. The scent seems to be drawing him towards the godswood. If he were in a better state of mind, he might question why someone is in amongst the weir trees at this time of night, but he cannot even begin to question it. Robb just puts one foot in front of the other to get to the scent that has been making him all but salivate for days now.
In the moonlight, there you stand. There’s a warm fur cloak on your shoulders, and you look almost like a forest nymph right now. Your eyes shine in the moonlight when you turn to see Robb. But he can barely make sense of anything. Especially not when the scent is coming from you.
“Robb, what are you—”
He doesn’t let you finish. He practically tackles you, his mouth attacking yours in a fury of searing kisses. His tongue licks at your bottom lip in a feral manner, penetrating your lips with a deep grunt. It’s a guttural noise that emanates from his throat. Robb has you down on the ground, but you don’t feel anything but pure heat. There’s a bit of snow on the ground, but your two bodies meshed together seem to almost melt it all away.
His hands come up to cup your cheeks, holding you so close as if you’ll slip away. Your own body seems to react so strongly to each movement and show of affection. It felt like this was exactly what you had been craving.
You’ve been feeling off most of the week, if you were being honest with yourself. You had been in heat before, but the first time it happened, it wasn’t too bad. Your mother had given you a potion that the maester had brewed for you as you had been too young to mate at the time. It suppressed all your feelings.
But now. You couldn’t ignore it. You were the right age to be mating, finding an Alpha and getting married. Regardless, you longed for Robb. Robb Stark, the young wolf, the one who stole your heart all those years ago. And now here he was, kissing you like you were the air he needed to breathe.
When he pulls away, his breath comes out ragged. “It’s been you…”
“Me?” You ask, panting.
He growls and kisses you again. “You smell fuckin’ divine, my love. The sweetest scent.”
Robb presses his hips to yours, making you gasp. He’s erect and throbbing just for you. You pull him in for another kiss, but he soon begins to nuzzle against your neck. You can tell he’s putting his scent on you now, trying to mark you for his.
“Robb, you can’t—”
He growls and nips at your neck. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do.”
With a quickness that leaves you dizzy, he unlaces your gown. He’d usually want this to happen in the privacy of his chambers, but the godswood would do. In the eyes of the god, he would take you and make you his mate. You were the one he wanted to marry, the one he wanted to carry his pups.
“Right here?” You manage to ask, but your heart is pounding in your chest and you know you don’t want to wait another second.
“Here.”
He pushes up the skirts of your gown and begins to play with you through your smallclothes. His fingers dance over your swollen nub over and over, making you whimper. You’ve touched yourself before, but this felt completely different. He captures your lips in another passionate kiss as he peels off your underwear. You gasp against his mouth as the cool air brushes your warm center.
“You’re in heat.” Robb states obviously. “You need an Alpha to fill you.”
You whimper. “I’ve never—”
Another kiss to shut you up. Two of his fingers penetrate you and soon, you’re bucking your hips for more. Robb curls his fingers in just the way to have your thighs shaking. And soon his thumb joins in, rubbing your clit in slow, torturous circles. You’re kept on the edge for so long, and Robb enjoys every little moment.
“Cum for me, beautiful.” He whispers hoarsely in your ear.
With a soft cry, you come undone on his fingers. Your walls pulse and contract around the digits, making him smirk. He knows he’s going to enjoy every little moment inside of you. This heat has hit you so hard, it’s caused him to go into a rut. What better way to deal with both situations by finally claiming you as his. The Others take anyone who goes against his wishes.
You watch through hooded eyes as Robb pulls his fingers from you and licks them clean. Soon, he’s unlacing his breeches and pulling his erection from the confines. The blunt head of his cock presses against your tight hole, making you whimper. Robb leans in and kisses you sweetly.
“Hush…I’ve got you. You trust me, don’t you?”
You nod and kiss him back. “I trust you.”
And with that, Robb pushes into you inch by inch. You feel unbelievably full when he finally bottoms out. For a moment, neither one of you move. It feels like all your lives have been leading up to this very moment. Robb pulls out almost all the way before slamming back into you. Each thrust has you reeling as the pleasure builds so fast.
“Oh Robb,” you whine.
“That’s it, my little love. Take what you need from your wolf.”
He growls and presses his face in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking. He’s leaving his mark on you, letting everyone know who you truly belong to. The young wolf has no intention of sharing you with anyone, and he has no intention of taking another as his bride. As far as he’s concerned, this was just cementing the fact that he was going to marry you.
“You’re all mine,” he grunts as he pushes your knees to your chest to thrust even deeper inside of you. “All mine.”
You cling to him as a means to ground yourself. This new angle has your brain turning to mush and all you can do to reply to your lover is moan and whimper his name. Robb’s loving every minute of it. He can feel his knot beginning to swell, and he knows he has to get you ready for it.
With precise movements, he’s swiping his thumb over your clit. You shudder as your orgasm builds so fast, you barely have time to warn him. Pleasure crashes over you as stars dance in your vision. You’ve never cum this hard before. Robb relishes in the way your pussy seems to try and swallow up his cock. And then with a bit more ease, he pushes his knot into you.
“Good girl,” he growls before beginning to pound into you harder and faster. He’s so close to his own release, and he’s desperate to spill into you.
Each thrust has him driving himself even deeper into you, making you reach a third orgasm before he’s even had one. Robb roars as he begins to come undone. His fingers dig into the meat of your thighs as he begins to flood your insides with his seed. His face is pressed up against your neck, still sucking and nipping but it soon turns into soft kisses and licks as you both slowly come down.
Robb holds you close, his knot keeping you plugged up. You surely would be with child soon, which makes him so happy. He kisses your lips as you reach for him, and you smile softly. His nose rubs against yours before he pulls back to look into your eyes.
“I love you,”
“Love you too, my wolf.”
In the cold night, Robb holds you close. Just for a little while longer…just to make sure his seed takes root…
Theon knew something was up with his Mate, and he felt it was something different than the burdens he was currently carrying upon his shoulders.
The temporary Warden of the North was sharing his duties with his half-brother.
Both Alphas sat side by side during petitions, went to Wintertown together, rode out to fight Wildlings, and still found time for a spar in the training yard.
Robb looked up from the book page he'd been staring at, his grey eyes unfocused. "Theon?"
The Omega walked closer to his Mate, cautiously. Though he was not afraid of his Northman, he knew better than to walk straight up to a skittish Alpha. "Will you tell me what's wrong? You haven't really been yourself lately."
The 15-year-old did his duties as Lord of the castle and as a family man. He loved his son, no one would ever deny that, and he cared for his Mate.
"It's just... I have been rearranging my thoughts." the grey-eyed man said.
"Rearranging your thoughts?" the Ironborn raised an eyebrow. "Has something upset you? Is there anything I can do for you, my love?"
A scene from Chapter 8 of The Eternal Dance on AO3
Top row, L to R: Petyr Stark nee Baelish (b. 268 AC, Omega), Eddard 'Ned' Stark (b. 263 AC, Alpha), Theon Stark nee Greyjoy (b. 279 AC, Omega) holding baby Eddard Stark (b. 298 AC, Alpha), Robard 'Robb' Stark (b. 283 AC, Alpha), Jon Stark (b. 283 AC, Alpha), Sansa Stark (b. 285 AC, Omega), and Ramsay Stark nee Bolton (b, 278 AC, Omega) holding baby Benjen Stark (b. 298 AC, Alpha).
Bottom row, L to R: Bennard Stark (b. 294 AC, Alpha), Brandon 'Bran' Stark (b. 288 AC, Alpha), Arya Stark (b. 287 AC, Alpha), and Rickon Stark (b. 290 AC, Alpha).
At the front are the twins Roderick and Artos, who were born in King's Landing in 297 AC. Both are Alpha boys.
