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"You're A Mean One, Mr. Stark" - Modern!Robb Stark x Wife!Reader
a/n: a request from @toms-cherry-trees!!! i love you so much, mars, hope you enjoy this little piece! 🩷
Summary: You do your best to get your Grinchy husband into the holiday spirit.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, oral m receiving, breeding kink, p in v sex
Word Count: 1,210 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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For someone who is from the Christmas capital of Westeros, Robb Stark hates the holidays. He hates the sheer amount of tourists who flock to Winterfell, the extra hours he has to work, the traffic pileups. He finds the music entirely cliche, thinks that most of the mall Santas are probably pedophiles, and hates having to put the lights up every single damn year. The only bright side for him? How happy you, his beloved wife, get during the holiday season. You adore your little holiday traditions - buying an ugly sweater each year, doing a family Christmas card with the two of you, the kids, and Greywind, leaving milk and cookies out for Santa. You absolutely adore Christmas and have raised your and Robb’s kids to feel quite similarly. So, he puts on a stiff upper lip and every year, he manages to eke through the holidays by the skin of his teeth.
This year, however, things seem slightly different. He’s more stressed than usual, being up for a huge promotion and having to work longer hours than ever. It’s also his first holiday season without his father, Ned having passed away earlier in the year. If there ever was a Christmas where Robb earned the right to be a Grinch, it was this one.
And you? You have the perfect plan to get him into the holiday spirit and bring some cheer back into his life.
Robb has never been able to resist you in fancy lingerie, after all.
So, you send the kids over to Jon and Ygritte’s, the latter giving you a rather mischievous smirk, having gone shopping with you to pick up the perfect set, while Jon just looks on in confusion. She rolls her eyes at her long-term boyfriend, slapping the back of his head while telling him he knows nothing, causing you to giggle at the look of offense on his face. You kiss little Ned and Rickard goodbye, waving them off as they climb into Jon’s truck, ready for a weekend with their uncle. Gods, you hope Jon doesn’t send them back all sugared up like last time.
When they’ve pulled out of the driveway, you close the door, smirking to yourself as you race to get everything ready for when Robb gets home. Scented candles, his favorite dinner, all of it. Robb typically does all the cooking - wearing only those gray sweatpants of his that make him look so fucking irresistible - but today? You want to let him relax.
So, the minute he walks through the front door, taking off his jacket, he smells his favorite food, following his nose toward the kitchen, grinning like a fool. He’s always been a sucker for your cooking. But when he gets to the dining table, it isn’t the food which catches his eye.
It’s you, dressed in a little red number with white trim. A naughty Mrs. Claus, if you will, lips painted red and a smirk on your face as you beckon him closer with a curved finger. And what choice does Robb have but to obey? He walks toward you, his jaw hanging open as you sit up on your knees, giggling.
“Welcome home, Mr. Stark,” you coo, “You’ve been awfully Grinchy this Christmas, so I think, as your missus, it’s my duty to instill some holiday cheer in you.”
He lets out a groan as your fingers tangle in his auburn curls, pulling him into a heated kiss, your tongues moving against each other as he quickly moves to get rid of his shirt. You eye him greedily, nails running down his chest before moving to the waistband of his trousers, undoing them with ease, palming at his cock over the fabric of his boxers. No matter how many times you and Robb make love, you’re always amazed by how big he is, how long and thick he is, and immediately think about the way he makes you feel when he’s inside you.
But as he moves to rid you of your red lacy panties, you shake your head, chiding playfully, “Not today, Robbie. Today, I’m taking care of you.”
He watches as you mouth at his cock over the fabric of his boxers, groaning as he tosses your little Santa hat aside, fingers twisting in your hair. You brace your palms against his thighs, tugging his underwear down and taking him into your mouth, moaning against his cock. You give him the tiniest of nods and he knows what you’re telling him to do. Robb slowly begins rocking his hips against you, admiring the sight of your crimson lips wrapped around him, the feeling of your hot, wet mouth as he fucks it being almost too much to bear. And gods, the way you’re looking up at him, your eyes sparkling with desire.
Every day, he’s amazed by the fact that he wants you just as bad as the day he met you. And he knows he always will. He feels himself getting close and pulls away from you, grinning at the little pout you let out.
“Robbie!”
“Want to cum inside you, baby,” he murmurs, pulling you close to him, bending you over the dining table. He pushes your hair away away from the nape of your neck, kissing your sensitive skin as he moves your panties aside, teasing your pussy, grinning at the fact that you’re wet just from sucking him off, “We said we wanted to try for baby number three, didn’t we?”
You nod, barely able to hold back your beam of excitement as you feel him enter you with one smooth thrust. Robb fucks you like he hates, you, his grunts and growls being almost feral in nature as he ruts into you. Gods, you’ve always loved how primal he gets when he’s like this. He’s every bit the wolf starks are said to be, and you’re all too happy to take it. He’s so big, filling you up perfectly with each snap of his hips, his cock brushing against your sweet spot every fucking time. You move your fingers to circle your clit, whining when he smacks your hand away only to do the job himself.
Your eyes roll back, toes curling as he pounds into you, one hand playing with you while the other holds your hips in place as he takes complete control.
“Feel so good for me, baby,” he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his beard tickling your skin, “You gonna let me eat that pretty little pussy after this? Gonna let me fill you up again and again?”
“Fuck, yes, Robb, please!” Your whines grow louder and louder in tandem with your pleasure, growing to a crescendo as you spill yourself on his cock, feeling him reach his own end a few moments after.
The two of you stay like that for a long moment, breathing heavily. Robb turns you around to face him, his lips capturing yours for a long moment before he speaks again.
“How long till the kids get home?”
“Jon took them for the weekend.”
The look on his face is downright wolfish as he hardens against your thigh once again, a promise of a very happy holiday season to come.
DIPPYYYYY, MY LOVE, MY SOULMATE, MY LONG LOST TWIN
“Theon, do you hear that? It sounds like.. it sounds like a fucking idiot.”
Theon nods. “Been lots of those around lately. Think it’s seasonal.”
AND LORD KARSTARK
“I can feel ya’ shiverin, child”
GIRL! THATS US, THIS IS ACTUALLY OUR BABY - I CANT
@cdragons & i were having some thoughts about secondincommand!reader.. specifically how she’d react to robb breaking his oath with the freys… enjoy
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secondincommand!reader who is the glue that holds the war camp together & keeps it running smoothly
secondincommand!reader who is a tiny thing, but don’t let that fool you. she’s often seen dragging 6’0+, 200lb northmen by the ear — giving them a scolding that would make tywin lannister look like a kitten
most problems are laid at her feet, not that robb doesn’t do anything, but the chain of command makes them be brought to her first. she has a knack for fixing things, and sarcasm runs through her veins where blood should be. she has nothing, if not the audacity
tough as nails, and fears only the gods, all the northmen call her doe. they say she’s the long lost daughter of stannis baratheon, stubborn as a mule, she’ll break before she bends
so you can imagine how happy she is when she finds out the king in the north broke his oath and married a nurse. girl bye LMFAO
she gives robb the absolute cold shoulder when she hears the rumors are true. robb and talisa stroll through the camp on their horses, and when reader sees them, she just stands there. theon glances at her stiffness, before she turns around and just walks away.
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robb thought he was going crazy.
she had always been said to hold the camp & northmen together, and now, with her not on his side — he’s finding out how true that really is.
she hasn’t spoken to him since he left & returned with talisa, abandoning his oath with the freys. if he asked her a question during a meeting, she’d answer the lord closest to her as if he had asked her that, instead of robb. she had even resorted to speaking to him through theon, who found it hilarious.
“C’mon, Doe- you have to speak to me sooner or later.”
he’s this close to begging at this point. she merely turns to theon.
“Theon, do you hear that? It sounds like.. it sounds like a fucking idiot.”
theon nods. “Been a lot of those lately. Think it’s seasonal.”
robb runs his hands down his face as they both walk out, and eventually he confides in talisa about it. after all, she is his wife. she approaches her after a meeting, while she’s gathering her things to leave.
“I’m sorry if you’re unhappy with me, I’m only trying to do my best.”
she doesn’t miss a beat. “You’ve only put all our lives in jeopardy and half-way ensured we lose the war. Why should I be unhappy with you?”
she’s surprised by her boldness. talisa swallows thickly. “Feel how you will about me, Robb is your king. You should speak with him soon.”
she turns around, looking at her, brows pinched in faux empathy.
“I’m sorry— I don’t speak with southerners. Gives me the shivers.”
“I’ve been in the North for many moons.”
“How interesting.” she finishes gathering her stuff, walking out of the tent with lord karstark trailing beside her. he leans over to rub her shoulders.
“I can feel ya’ shiverin, child.” they both laugh, walking on.
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her silence was eventually replaced by nonsense, and robb considered letting the lannisters march in here and put him out of his misery.
she had taken to speaking the language of old valyria, for all robb could guess. and the men around him could be none the wiser, theon included.
“Karstark, you’ll lead the vanguard. And Doe, you’ll command the archers.”
“Mememememeh..” she said, rolling her eyes. theon nodded.
“Agreed.”
he thought someone would stop her eventually, but no, he failed to recognize these men adored her. their little doe, a spitfire who could demand their lives & they’d fall on their swords.
“Stew good, Doe?” he asked, walking by the campfire she sat at.
“Ehmememememeh..” she said, shaking her head. the men sat around her only nodded, murmurs of agreement to each other spilling from their lips.
and when she did start talking to robb again (in the common tongue), he almost wished for the silence to return. no he didn’t.
“Glad you’ve started speaking with me again.”
“Tell me, how much speaking will we be doing if Walder Frey decides to behead us?”
he opens his mouth to speak, but she raises a hand.
“If I die because His Grace, King Robb, saw a bit of arse & his cock forgot the oath he swore, I am going to kill you.”
he thought the northern lords were going to burst a blood vessel with how hard they tried to hold in their laughter. in the end, their efforts did not prevail.
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believe it or not, they’re in love with each other. i don’t make the rules (yes i do)
@ghostinvenus i’m sorry if this wasn’t what u had in mind when u asked to be tagged, i promise better things are coming 😭 just couldn’t get secondincommand!reader out of my head omg