Warnings: mentions of slapping and choking. certified stark breeding kink ofc. if i’m missing anything else, feel free to lmk!
A = Aftercare
Robb loves spending time with you after sex. His aftercare involves holding you close as you both talk about anything and everything on your minds as he mindlessly traces patterns over your skin. If he's feeling particularly cheeky, however, he will contemplate another round simply by looking at your sweat-glowing skin and naked form.
B = Body Part
Robb's favorite body part on you is your hips for sure. He loves to be able to grip your hips and pull you closer to him in any given moment. If he's in a moment where he needs you by his side, he'll grab your hip and pull you next to him.
On himself, Robb's favorite body parts are his arms and his chest. He enjoys how fit he looks and knows you adore it too. He knows that one look at his bare arms has you biting your lip and thighs clenching as you think about all the ways he can take you.
C = Cum
Robb loves cumming anywhere on your body but especially inside of you. (stark breeding kink, anyone?) When he doesn't want to risk it though, he prefers cumming on your stomach, seeing how he paints your skin.
As for you, Robb loves making you cum as much as possible, Pleasure should be mutual and he will always ensure his lady is properly taken care of until she's had her fill.
D = Dirty Secret
He secretly loves being slapped and it's not revealed to him until you guys have a fight of sorts and you slap him. The fight wasn't anything horrible. He was teasing you about something and you got fed up. But in that moment, once your hand met his cheek and the sting began, Robb couldn't deny the way all the blood rushed to his cock and he had to run out of your shared tent and to a private one to take care of himself properly. You found out when it happened again and a whimper left Robb's lips and then you realized that he was provoking you on purpose.
E = Experience
It's so difficult because I can see Robb as both experienced and inexperienced. So I'm going to say that he's slept with two people maximum. Enough to know what to do but not enough to be overly confident until he's learned your body completely. He's definitely had some endeavors, escaping to the whorehouse right outside of Winterfell.
F = Favorite Position
Missionary with your legs pressed close to your chest because it is prime breeding kink position. He wants to be able to bury himself as deep inside of you as possible and make you feel him. But Robb also loves when you take the reigns and ride him. He's 100% a giver in almost all situations and he would want you to take what's yours; him.
G = Goofy
I think Robb is such a tease and so he would be slightly goofy. While talking to you during sex, he'd make small jokes like "do you like it when your king uses your cunt?" and he can't say it with a straight face so he ends up chuckling. But there are definitely times when he's quite serious and just wants to be with you.
H = Hair
Oh he hairy. His chest? Hairy. His arms? Hairy. His legs? Hairy. So his cock is definitely just as hairy. I don't think Robb really cares nuch about hair other than maintaining his beard and would allow his pubes to run wild. On you, he also doesn't care if you have a bush. Say it with me guys. Robb is pro bush on everyone!
I = Intimacy
Loves being intimate!! Robb loves being able to take his time, to worship your body and very being until you're quivering, and then he'd fuck you nice and slow before pounding into you like a mad man. He's also the type to talk you through it, adding to the intimacy. Hands will be held, eye contact will be maintained, and you will be cumming.
J = Jack Off
Prior to the war, I think Robb liked jerking off. He'd do it once in the morning before getting ready for the day. But when he goes to war, it's less frequent as he prefers his intimate times to be with you.
K = Kink
He's a Stark through and through so of course, he has a breeding kink. He loves the feeling of burying his cock as deep as possible and cumming inside of you like there's no tomorrow. As for other kinks, I think he'd love choking for both you and him. As well as stated before, he loves being slapped.
L = Location
In his chambers at Winterfell, in his private tent, in the woods near a stream, Robb could fuck you anywhere where there wasn't other people around. Sex with you is meant for just the two of you unless you want to be fucked in front of other people and he would gladly do it.
M = Motivation
Simply you being you. You motivate him quite a bit. Also I think stress is a big motivator. Nothing helps Robb de-stress more than being able to bury his tongue in your cunt or fuck you senseless.
N = No
One of Robb's biggest no's would be anything related to truly harming you or himself. Sex should be fun and about relishing in each other's pleasure and that cannot happen if either of you are harmed during sex.
O = Oral
Robb is a receiver AND a giver!! He loves when you get on your knees in front of him, kneeling in front of the King in the North as you suck him off. If he had a throne, he'd want you to suck him off while he's sat on his throne. As for giving, he loves giving oral. Having his tongue buried in your cunt and breathing in your scent is one of his favorite ways to spend his time. Worshipping you until you're writhing against the mattress is something Robb takes quite a bit of joy in.
P = Pace
This one is always hard because I feel like pace is heavily dependent on the mood. Robb likes to take his time with you but when it comes to fucking, he'd go from slow to fast to hard. It's all dependent on what the vibe is between you both.
Q = Quickie
Robb isn't one for quickies but sometimes, he loves them. A quick fuck in a storage room in Winterfell? Yes, please. Or when the two of you are in a tent and are still in bed, Robb would fuck you quick and fast before anyone came to get you guys for the day.
R = Risk
Robb isn't known for being a risk taker. He thinks things through (for the most part) and seeks advice when necessary. So when it comes to sex, he tries not to be too risky in regards to other people being around unless you ask for it. However, occasionally when he himself is feeling cheeky, he'll fuck you behind a tree where anyone could see with a hand on your mouth and the other gripping your hip as he takes you from behind.
S = Stamina
When I tell you Robb Stark got that dog in him, he really does. He could go for quite a few rounds. You're just so hot and sexy. How could he not want you constantly? One glance at you after he just finished inside of you, all breathing heavily and sweat glistening your skin, and he's ready to fuck you hard.
T = Toys
I think in a modern AU, Robb would love using toys on you. Especially if he cannot be around at that moment, he'd buy you dildos, vibrators, rabbit toys, anything he knows could bring you pleasure. He favorite toy that you use, however, would be the rose toy because of how wet your pussy gets from it.
U = Unfair
Robb is a giver through and through so his unfairness shows in how much he can overstimulate you. He'd very rarely deprive you from your pleasures, gaining more pride from making you cum than not. And he would make you finish until you were shaking and quivering.
V = Volume
Though I don't see Robb being extremely loud, he will yap during sex. His voice is deep and sexy, a sort of a rasp to it as he murmurs about how good you feel. And he wouldn't shy away from moaning or grunting lowly, even an occasional whimper from his lips.
W = Wild Card
You and Robb have definitely fucked in front of the Godswood in Winterfell. The two of you went there just to have a walk together and ended up having crazy sex on the ground in front of the Gods.
X = X-Ray
Robb would certainly be above average. I would wage that he would be 7-8 inches and thick too.
Y = Yearning
Homeboy is a certified yearner. If you look up yearning in the dictionary, there's a picture of Robb's face with the caption "number one yearner." He wants you for every and always, turned on by the simplest of movements of yours. And it's not always a sexual form of yearning. He simply craves your touch, your presence, your voice, overall just you. He adores you like no other.!
Z = ZZZ
Robb isn't too quick to fall asleep after sex. Like in the aftercare section, he would want to talk to you for awhile and hold you before either of you fell asleep. And when the time came to fall asleep, he'd pull your body close to his, skin touching skin, as he wraps himself around you.
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
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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,”
Robb forgives what Theon did because he loves Theon deeply and wants a happy life with him <<<<<<<<<<<<< Robb forgives Theon for what he did because he is possesive and is basically lovesick
you walked through the giant hall, taking in everything. your eyes found who they call ‘the young wolf’ sitting at the high table. and his eyes found you. he stared at you for a second and you couldent help but stare back.
robb stark who has these moments when he can’t help but think about the things he could do to you in different situations.
one of the times it happened, it was when he was in the middle of speaking to his war council. one of his men were just droning on about something that robb couldn’t bother to really pay attention to. and so his mind wandered and eventually landed on you. it started innocently enough, the two of you just smiling at one another. but the thought quickly turned dirty as he thought about bending you over the war meeting table and fucking you. the thought had instantly made him hard and for once, he was grateful he was wearing his armor because it most certainly would’ve been awkward to get a random erection in front of his men.
and after the meeting, he couldn’t help but seek you out in your tent, settling with bending you over your mattress.
another time it happened, robb had accidentally walked in on you changing. he had walked into your tent with the intention to simply walk with you to get food. and when he walked in, you were stepping into your gown, your body still on full display. though robb had seen your body many times before, you still never failed to mesmerize him. and as he stood there looking at you, an array of thoughts had entered his mind. like how he wanted nothing more than to bury his nose between your thighs and have his mouth attack your cunt.
you had broke robb out of his thoughts, a smirk on your lips as you spoke, “do you like what you see?” in a teasing tone.
and so, the two of you were late to breakfast because robb did exactly what he wanted: to devour you.
and another time it happened, you weren’t there for once. robb had just won a battle and his men were camping elsewhere for the night. you remained where everyone had been before due to it being safer. after the battle, he walked amongst his men to check in on them. and when he got to his tent for the night, he couldn’t help but think about how much he just needed you. to hold you while he buried himself inside of you, fucking you slowly to relish in just being beside you.
after robb had taken off his armor and cleaned the dirt and grime off of himself, he was lying in bed, thinking about you. how he wanted to just feel you against him, your skin touching his, your warmth, and the way your cunt clenched around his cock. robb couldn’t help humping his mattress that night, thinking about you. his movements were slow as his mind thought about you. small whimpers leaving his mouth, muffled by the pillow he’d bury his head in. when he’s eventually cumming, robb whines as his hips stutter against the bed, painting the sheets with his cum.
two days later, when he arrived back at camp, he didn’t bother greeting anyone. he went directly to you and into your shared tent and took you the way he wanted to a few nights ago.
hi! could i request robb smut, maybe a wedding night blurb?
also happy birthday !! (i think? im not sure completely but i think your age changed idkidk!!)
hihi!! my birthday was back in september but thank you!! lol. here are some wedding night headcanons
nsfw | mdni | robb stark x fem!reader | def more virgin reader than wedding night but shhhh
i think on his wedding night, robb would be so gentle and tender in how he touches you, especially with the canonical idea that all women should be maidens on their wedding night. he would be the type to undress you and then kiss you all over your body. he would 100% go down on you the first night you guys are together because he wants to show you that sex can be pleasurable.
when he’s finally about to fuck you, he’d be so slow with it. robb would ask you if you’re alright, his voice small and soft as his cock eased into you. he’d stay still until you were alright with him moving. and when he thrusts his hips, his movements remain soft and slow, his fingers intertwining with yours as he kisses you. your wedding night, and especially with you losing your virginity, is about togetherness, not about rushing it.
he’d make sure you felt good, whispering praises in your ear. “my darling wife, you’re taking me so well,” in that raspy tone of his. and when he’s close, he’d def bring his hand between the two of you and rub your clit. he’d want to feel you cum on his cock before he spills inside of you because then it would mean he bedded you quite well.
About: After a long day of war planning, Robb is stressed and tense. You, being the lovely wife that you are, give him some pretty good head.
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, blow-jobs, oral (m), face fucking, slight gagging, dirty talk, praise, stressed robb stark, etc. NOT PROOF READ
Read on AO3
Word Count: 1.7k
Being King in the North and fighting a war was not an easy task by any means. Robb's days were usually spent either fighting, listening to his lords give unsolicited advice for ruling a kingdom, or planning the war which had gotten him the name King in the North in the first place. It was incredibly stressful, especially on days when he felt as though he was useless and that the planning wasn't going at all how he wanted it to.
Robb was incredibly stressed, to say the least. His shoulders were tense, he felt irritable, he was exhausted, and he hadn't gotten to see you, his gorgeous wife, almost at all today except in the morning when he woke up before you to start his day. His men knew he had been having a rough day due to the amount of times Robb had snapped at them.
It was now late at night and Robb expected you to be asleep. As he walked towards your guys' shared tent, his annoyance only amplified as he almost tripped on a rock. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. As he approached the tent, he noticed the dim lighting that illuminated the tent, signaling you were still awake. He opened the tent flap and his eyes immediately found you.
There you were, lying on the bed in nothing more than a silk chemise that hugged your curves, as though you were waiting for Robb. You were lying on your side with a book beside you as a hand help your head up. A smile appeared on your lips as you saw Robb. You closed the book and sat up. "You're back," You said as you moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
Robb only hummed in response as he stepped towards you. He was dressed in his usual garb of breeches, a shirt, boiled leather and his heavy fur cloak. "I thought you'd be asleep by now," He said as he stood in front of you, looking down.
"I wanted to stay up for you," You smiled softly at your handsome husband as your hands moved to rest of his torso through the heavy material of his fur cloak.
Robb couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his lips as he looked down at you. His hands moved to rest on your shoulders as he leaned down to press a kiss onto the top of your head. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, relishing in the comfort of each other. Robb had missed you terribly, had missed your scent and the comfort of your presence.
You could feel the tension in Robb's demeanor and in the way his muscles were clenched. "Rough day?" You asked softly, breaking the curated silence between you both.
"You could say that," Robb murmured as he rested his head on top of yours.
You said nothing for a few moments as you thought about how you could possibly help your wonderful husband be not-so-stressed out. When an idea came to mind, you said nothing as you slid out of Robb's embrace. You sunk to your knees on the floor, your head right near Robb's crotch.
"Sweetheart?" Robb asked, looking down at you with a confused expression.
"Let me take care of you," You said as you looked up at Robb. "As your queen, it's my duty to make sure my king is properly taken care of." You brought your hands to Robb's thighs, gently massaging them through his breeches.
Robb let out a breath and licked his lips. "I suppose you're right," He agreed. He undid the clasp of his cloak, placing the fur on the bed, leaving him in just his boiled leather chest plate, tunic, and breeches.
You could see the semi-hard erection that he was already sporting through his pants. A small smirk appeared on your face while you looked at him. "I'm going to take such good care of you, my king," You murmured in a sultry tone as you leaned in, gently nuzzling Robb's clothed cock with your face.
"Fuck," He breathed out, turned on simply by watching you. You didn't often give Robb head, mostly because he preferred going down on you or pounding into your tight cunt. But when you did? You were a full on cock whore about it.
Your head rubbed against his cock, feeling it come to its full hardness. You looked up at Robb as you began planting kissing along the outside of his leather breeches, eliciting a shaky breath from your dear husband. You reached a hand to the laces, your fingers moving to slowly untie them. Robb undid his leather chest plate, throwing it somewhere in the room.
"You look so beautiful kneeling in front of me," Robb rasped. He licked his lips as he watched you undo the laces. When you finished, you gently tugged down the material just enough to reveal his cock. Robb let out a small hiss as the cold air hit his skin.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," You whispered, glancing up at him. You wrapped a hand around Robb's cock and leaned in to press a kiss onto the tip. Robb's hips jerked in response, sensitive to your touch. You moved your head down, planting a kiss onto the base and kissing your way up his length. When you reached back to the tip of his cock, you swiped your tongue across it.
Robb made a small noise and his hand went to rest on your head. "Gods," He breathed out as you slowly eased your mouth onto his cock. You made it about halfway before stopping and moving your head up his length. Robb groaned in pleasure as his eyes fluttered shut. "Sweetheart," He hummed out, his hands resting on the sides of your head. You began a slow rhythm of bobbing your head up and down Robb's length. You had one hand resting on Robb's thigh while the other moved to Robb's balls, gently massaging them.
Robb let out a shaky breath and moaned out your name, relishing in the pleasures of your mouth engulfing his cock. You began bobbing your head a bit faster, hollowing your cheeks a bit to add to the feelings. "Oh fuck," Robb whimpered out, unable to help the small thrust of his hips in sync with your mouth. "You feel so good, sweetheart," He said, throwing his head back.
You hummed around Robb's cock in response, sending vibrations through his length. Robb gripped your head firmly and paused your movements. You looked up at Robb, cock still in your mouth, confused with why he stopped you. He opened his eyes and looked down at you, his cheeks red and breath a bit heavy. "I'm going to fuck your mouth," He breathed out. "Pinch my thigh if you'd like me to stop, yeah?"
You gave a slight nod of your head and a hum of confirmation, eliciting a hiss from Robb's lips. You inhaled sharply through your nose before relaxing your throat, giving Robb the necessary access to fuck your mouth properly. You had done this a few times before and you absolutely loved it, almost as much as Robb did.
Robb drew his hips back until only the tip of his cock remained in your mouth. He then began moving slowly, his cock only going in about halfway. He didn't want to hurt you or force himself down your throat. He simply just wanted to be in control. "You're so beautiful like this," Robb sighed, looking at you as he moved his cock in and out of your mouth. "On your knees, cock in your mouth. Exactly where you belong, aye," His hips began moving a bit faster. "My dutiful queen."
You moaned at Robb's words as your hand stroked what couldn't fit into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks once again, sucking each time Robb moved his cock into your mouth.
"Fuck, sweetheart," Robb moaned, losing himself in the pleasures of your mouth. He continued his thrusts, uncaring of how deep his cock was going until he felt the tip hit the back of your throat. He felt you gag around him but he could hardly care in that moment. Robb could feel the pressure building inside of him as his orgasm neared.
Tears formed in your eyes as Robb's cock hit the back of your throat. Being used in a manner such as this had never failed to turn you on. The times Robb would be far too gone, too engrossed in chasing his own release that he couldn't even think about being gentle, you craved it. Sometimes he was far too soft, worried far too much about hurting you, meanwhile you adored being used and manhandled. You clenched your thighs to relieve the tension you felt.
"Oh fuck," Robb whimpered as his release came near. "You're taking me so well, sweetheart, I'm so close," He said in that same whimpering tone. Robb's cock stiffened in your mouth and after a few more thrusts, Robb came with a loud cry of your name. He filled your mouth with his cum, rope after rope, and you, like the beautiful and wonderful wife you were, didn't hesitate to swallow each drop.
After a few moments, Robb pulled out of your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva and cum. He opened his eyes and looked down at you, taking in your appearance. There you were with glossy eyes, swollen and shiny lips, looking absolutely ethereal. He breathed heavily as he came down from his high. "Thank you," He breathed out, running a thumb across your cheek.
You smiled up at Robb. "You don't need to thank me," You replied, your voice hoarse. "I wanted to do it."
Robb reached out for your hands and helped you up. As you stood, he placed his hands on your hips. "Then perhaps I should return the favor," He murmured before leaning in, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. He tasted himself but didn't care.
And he certainly did return the favor as Robb spent quite a bit of time feasting on your cunt before thoroughly pounding you into the mattress, treating you exactly how you wanted to be treated.
