Ill Be His Mistress But The North Knows Im Its Queen

…I’ll be his mistress but the North knows I’m its Queen

Hi!! I was wondering if you could write about Robb’s childhood best friend/lover finding out about his betrothal between him and one of the Frey girls? Love your writing!!

i won’t lie… this one hurt my heart a bit (i’m grieving) but we persevere — i’m glad u enjoy my writing & thank you sm for the ask </3 (i am a shell of the man i once was)

robb stark x fem!reader (angst, doomed by the plot i fear)

war is unforgiving. war is harsh, it is mean, and it doesn’t change direction for anyone’s feelings. terrible things happen, terrible choices have to be made, and there’s nothing you can do about it. this is a hard lesson that you’ve had to learn, ever since lord eddard stark (or as you knew him, ned) was beheaded, and the north declared war.

it all seemed to happen so fast. one thing after another, like the stone of tragedy was rolling down the hill and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. fate has been cruel, and especially cruel to your lover, robb.

and here sits another obstacle for him to maneuver. lord walder frey.

you needed to cross at the twins. there was no other option, and it was crucial that you win the freys to your side. it was so important, that catelyn stark herself went to treat with them. she was confident that her past with lord frey would ensure her safety, and hopefully make her negotiation that much easier. you bit down on your bottom lip watching her leave, in a poor attempt to soothe your nerves.

you didn’t like this. you liked things you could control, things you could fix. this was completely out of your hands, and you found yourself praying to the gods on behalf of lord walder frey. things really have gone downhill. you spared a glance to robb, to find him already looking at you. he gives you a small nod, which you return, and you move to start heading back to the camp.

you can’t really say why this is the thing that made you so anxious, but you need to keep it together. robb needs dependability, so you did the one thing you were good at. staying busy. there was never a shortage of things to do or problems to fix, and you happened to be especially good at keeping the camp running smoothly. you had no doubt robb would find you once catelyn returned, providing you with an answer — or, with something that needed a solution.

“We’ve been granted crossing.”

you turn around, seeing robb walk in the tent you’re in. he’s got a mixed expression of relief, and the usual cloak of exhaustion & grief that doesn’t seem to leave his face much these days. there’s something else wavering underneath all of it, but you leave that discussion for later.

you exhale, nodding, and you send a silent thanks to the gods. you turn, moving to continue your organization of the maps. most were unorganized, half of them outdated, and they all could use a rewrite.

“Not without a price, I’m sure.”

your words weigh much more heavily than you intended, meant as a jest to the ever prickly walder frey. you’re messing with the scrolls, waiting for a reply. but you don’t get one. robb has hesitated.

that makes you stop your ministrations. you and robb could always talk to each other about everything. you were each others outlet, and conversation always flowed easily — even if there was grievous news, he never hesitated. you turn around, looking at him, and finally, you recognize the micro expression you saw when he first came in.

guilt.

a soft call of his name brings him out of his head, and squeezes his heart at the same time. how can he do this? can he even bring himself to look at you? he’s on autopilot, hand moving by itself to close the flaps of the tent behind him. he turns back to face you, and the expression you wear almost makes his knees buckle. how can he? how can he do this?

“Don’t scare me. I hate when you scare me.”

he knows. he remembers how he used to jumpscare you as children, until you told him (with tears in your eyes) not to — and he found himself wanting to heed your every wish. the next time theon scared you, it was robb you sought out. he pranked theon to make you feel better (oh, how you laughed). why does it have to be him? why him to do it?

“Lord Walder Frey has granted us crossing through the twins,” he exhales. “but not without price.”

all of your attention is on him, and for the first time, robb doesn’t relish in it.

“I must take Olyvar Frey as a squire, a knighthood is expected in due course.”

you watch him intently, waiting to listen to whatever’s made him hesitant to talk to you. doesn’t he know you’re steadfast, in it for the long run?

“Arya, when recovered, will marry one of Lord Walders sons.”

“She’ll like that.” the mere mention of arya is enough to make you smile. he finds himself returning it. you look so pretty when you smile. how can he make you do anything but? how?

“And…” he trails off. he’s gripping his gloves so hard his knuckles turn white. how can he? can he even?

“And must take one of Lord Walders daughters to wife.”

the tranquility melts off your face. your smile is nowhere to be found. he has. he did.

he can see the gears in your head turning. your expression morphs into sadness, grief. he watches you try and steady your breathing. can he reach out for you? is that his place anymore?

you’re nodding, as if you expected this as a possibility, but the tears welling up in your eyes betray you.

“We… we can cross, that’s…” you swallow down your cries. “that’s good.”

you’re picking at your hands now. you do that when you try and hold yourself together. it’s not working.

robb isn’t fairing much better. if you took your attention off of choking back your sobs, you’d see his expression is helpless. painful. he understands your pain, he feels it tenfold. when did his eyes get so wet?

“I need…” you pause as if you don’t even know. “I need you to go.”

he whispers your name. he wants you in his space. he wants you closer, and you want him away. he begins to take steps towards you without even realizing it.

“Robb, please,”

“Don’t make me…”

“I need you to leave. Please.”

all the times you’ve pulled him towards you echo in his mind. now you’re pushing him away. he’s approaching you. you have a hand on your stomach, trying to steady yourself. you sense his presence, putting a hand out to the side he’s standing on. he’s slightly behind you, trying with everything he has to respect your wishes. his heart wins. his giant, aching heart.

he puts a hand on the one you have outstretched in a poor attempt to keep him away.

“Robb-” you begin, tensing up. you tense at his touch. his.

“Don’t.”

he’s never been a good listener.

he reaches for you. at first you pull away, cries of his name spill from your mouth as your voice breaks. he doesn’t stop. you melt into him.

selfishly, you find comfort in his arms. you grip him like he could disappear. he’s not disappearing. he’s leaving.

you are touching another woman’s husband.

they will share a bed.

he is not yours.

they will share a soul.

his heart is, but his body never will be. and isn’t it all the same, at the end of the day?

This fic could come out tomorrow and I’ll still need it yesterday 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Girl when you finally write a sex scene with Logan and Rafe you gotta drop some hints or a snippet for us because I am dying 😭 I’ve never been so excited for a book before. On the edge of my S E A T

A SNIPPET YOU SAY? 👀

18+ | MDNI | Spicy spice full steam ahead!

Logan shook her head, her body wanting more of him as she squeezed him intentionally and when the head of his cock nudged that spongy spot inside of her she almost came right there, her back arching just a little further as a loud moan escaped her lips. “Rafe!”

“That’s right, baby,” Rafe groaned into her neck, his hand moving to cup the side of her jaw, their lips meeting for a hot, open mouthed kiss, “scream it for this whole fuckin’ town to hear. Let ‘em know who’s fucking you good.”

“So good,” Logan’s legs slipped further around his waist and Rafe nodded his approval, his sweaty forehead pressing to her shoulder as he continued to move inside of her at a steady rhythm, obscene noises filling her bedroom. Sweat dripped down his back and Logan knew she was coated in it as well, the too hot temperatures combined with their activity almost enough for them to both combust, and when he pulled back and stole another kiss from her she could have melted right there.

“Harder, Rafe,” Logan begged when they parted, his forehead pressed to hers as he picked up speed, one hand running along the underside of her leg to bring it up further, “please.”

“Whatever you want, doll,” Rafe did as requested and Logan moaned her approval…

AKA: Robb x guard!reader

pushing the breathless and whiny robb stark agenda

…yea, he says he’s sleeping but he’s just waiting till I’m off guard and he eats me out

I love robb’s hair more than anything tbh. imagine him needing comfort n just sitting between reader’s legs, head on their stomach while they just play with his hair 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

yes yes yes yes YES. YES!!

i love his hair. the auburn curls, they’re so pretty. and you just know robb loves having his hair played with. he could be stressing about the most politically complicated shit ever, and as soon as your nails are scratching at his scalp, he just melts into you. groaning from the tension leaving his body, almost shuddering at the feeling.

sometimes, he just needs you. needs your comfort, your reassurance, and you’re more than happy to offer it to him. he can be stubborn at times, refusing to sleep because he has too much to do and “cannot afford it”. all you gotta do is gently coax him to lay down with you for just a minute — for you really, definitely not him. he says he knows what you’re doing, and you’re not half as sly as you think you are. he gives in. every time.

it doesn’t take long. he lies between your legs, head on your stomach as your fingers run through his curls. his arms are wrapped around your waist, and he says he’s not sleeping. just “resting” his eyes. he’s asleep in record time.

Gifs I made for my outer banks au

The gifs I post on here will be used for the Outer Banks au I'm writing on AO3. I will be reblogging these everytime I make a new gif, and I am NOT a BOT

View from Tree on sunset

View from tree during afternoon

…✋ I’ll take mean!Robb 🫠

request: letting robb stark take me feral like the wolf he is

unfortunately this is giving me thoughts.

usually, he’s ever so gentle. passionate, attentive, unapologetic in his desire for you. but he’s stressed. constantly frustrated. angry, even. so, you offer for him to take it out on you. an outlet to release all of his pent up energy. he’s hesitant at first, unsure & unwilling to hurt you, but you trust him — and you tell him as much.

so here you are. your throat & chest littered with marks, some areas bitten. he didn’t even bother to prep you, bottoming out in one swift push that knocks the air from your lungs. his nails leave indents from where they tightly grip your hips. or, anywhere he can reach, really. his pace is relentless, harsh & setting your nerves on fire. you squirm, wanting reprieve as you lose track of the amount of times you’ve peaked.

he merely pulls you closer, back flush against his chest as he leans forward, positioning his head next to your ear so you can hear him.

“where you goin’? hm?” he doesn’t get a reply. he doesn’t expect one.

“thought you could take it? y’said you could.”

he sets a new pace, tantalizingly slow as he fully bottoms out & then pulls himself almost entirely away. and again. and again. his hands roam you, and you’re not sure this is the same robb you married. he’s rough — harsh. he’s mean.

…🫠