#got rob

[multi-fandom-imagine]

For the Wolf’s Victory || Robb Stark ||

After the failed Frey-Bolton ambush. Carnage still fresh. His sword still warm. He returns to you under the cloak of night—bloody, breathing hard, eyes wild—and the moment your eyes meet, he’s already undoing his belt

A/n: The Red Wedding never happened, Cause fuck that.

It started out as a whisper, a comment he wasn't supposed to hear.

Death.

His men slaughtered

Grey Wind.Dead.

His mother...throat slit

And you, his gem. The one light in his life snuffed out like a candle.

Robb could barely contain the rage that simmered through him and when the moment was right he struck.

And he did not leave one Bolton or Frey alive and while is soldiers celebrate, while his mother rests with Grey Wind by her side, he will take you and make you his in every way.

Robb made his way towards your tent, his tent. The one furthest away from everyone. He wasn't thinking, only one thing on his mind.

You

The tent flap opened, your head snapped up to meet your husband's gaze. The man was covered in blood as you stood.

“Robb—?”

He crosses the room in two strides.

One bloody hand wraps around your waist. The other grips the back of your neck. And he kisses you like a man starved, blood staining your dress.

“No one touches what’s mine,” he growls into your mouth, his eyes slipping closed as he presses his nose into your neck inhaling your sweet scent.

His hands are shaking with adrenaline as they tear at your laces. “They tried. They fucking tried. To take everything.”

Fabric ripping, breasts freeing as he then pulls you in for another kiss as you moaned as Robb bites at your jaw, only to pull you in for another bruising kiss as you felt the iron tang of blood on his lips.

“But I found out. And I burned them for it.”

Your torn dress falls to the floor. You’re breathless, naked beneath him. He’s still half-armored, still wearing the blood of traitors—but his hands are reverent on your skin.

“I killed them for you,” he says, voice low and shaking with fury and want. “For us.”

And then he lifts you, hauls you to the bed, and throws you down onto the furs. Your legs parting, a deep heat pooling at your center as Robb watches you.

He doesn’t undress...not right now. Not with how desperately he needs you.

He just frees his cock, already hard, already leaking.

And you open for him, legs parted, eager, wet, desperate for your husband, your warrior, your wolf.

He slams into you in one stroke—deep, brutal, and claiming—and you cry out, legs wrapping around his waist, hands clawing at his chestplate only for them to slide down slicked with blood.

“Robb—!”

“Say you’re mine,” he snarls, fucking into you hard, hips snapping with barely-restrained violence.

“I’m yours—gods—I’m yours—”

He grunts, slamming deeper. “Say it again.”

You do. Over and over. Each time more breathless, more raw, as he pounds into your cunt like he’s trying to fuck the memory of betrayal out of his own mind.

His blood-slick hands grip your thighs. His mouth crashes to yours. His whole body trembles as he drives deeper—rougher—until he’s gritting through his teeth. Dark curls slicked with sweat and blood as he kept his gaze on you, on the way your breasts bounced with each thrust.

“I should’ve died today.”

“But you didn’t,” you whisper, kissing his jaw, his lips, his scars. “You came back. To me..My wolf...My King.”

He thrusts once—twice—and buries himself to the hilt, groaning as he spills deep inside you, his cock pulsing, flooding you with hot, triumphant release.

You both collapse, tangled in sweat, blood, and sheets.

He doesn’t pull out.

He holds you close. Breathes you in.

And in the silence after his storm, he whispers:

“You’re the reason I survived.”

[seafoamdew]

Yeah I got a few more planned for this au 😊 Dragonwalker au will never leave me

[technically-human]

An honor

[savagegood]

she is thriving | THE BEAR SEASON TWO

[sorrelpaws]

lets all be fuchsia and not tell jane

[bacchuschucklefuck]

beautiful! majestic!

[raineyraven]

man i feel bad for fans of the httyd movies who haven't seen the shows, especially race to the edge. like they don't know that the riders left berk and lived on an outpost together to go adventuring and fight dragon hunters as a team. they don't know that snotlout and astrid and fishlegs and the twins got character development. they don't know how cool and interesting the villains in the shows are compared to the movies. they don't know that the riders are filled with love and loyalty to each other and they bicker and train and play card games with each other and have sleepovers together and will risk their lives for their friends and their dragons in a heartbeat. imagine that.

[lazylittledragon]

mombin pt 6 and look who showed up

(1)(2)(3)(4) (5)

[caramelldansenu]

My favorite failure duo drawn in the most lazy way possible

[dear-ao3]

arguably the most insane thing about me is that i have no caffeine addiction to speak of at all whatsoever. every day i wake up and raw dog life, zero coffee, zero energy drinks, zero tea. and to some people (my roommate) its the most insane thing in the world

[lcs-scar]

silly tail

[avasillva]

If you insist on behaving like a monster, then I'm going to make you one.

KATIE MCGRATH as LUCY WESTENRA Dracula S01E09 • Four Roses

[ryllen]

(jamil said, no forehead kisses 😔) [x] [x]

[technically-human]

Stone is a good liar

[chaoticlandworlder]

Max spraying Rob Marshall- Rob worked with Redbull from 2006-2023 and was the Chief Engineering Officer since 2016, before he went to Mclaren as Chief Designer in 2024. He also worked at Benetton from 1994 which means he prob saw Max as a baby :)

[not-equippedforthis]

forever mourning how granada holmes never adapted the three garridebs. diabolical. unbelievable, even. 'if you had killed watson you would not have made it out of this room alive' but in brett's frightfully intense and low, biting, hissing voice. the violent, wild stare versus the gentle hand on watson's knee. all of that precarious control getting flung out the window. the humanity of it. gritting my teeth can you fucking imagine.