#robb stark

[dogmotels]

Shitty little doodle based on something my friend and I were talking about lol

[inkandarsenic]

this is so eleyna and robb the night they finally go all the way

[tobitoooo]

i hate how GOT ruined robb stark through their Talisa plotline. He fell in love with a random woman? at first sight? and it made him seem irresponsible and random, when compared to the book version where he sleeps with girl while he's high on pain, pain meds, and grief, and marries the girl to protect her honour.

stark men died because of their honour, and their legacy also lived only because of their honour too. by making robb stark's death seem like something he made due to a random decision seems foolish as hell.

[lycorim]

Robb Stark YOU 🫵 are mom now

[polysucks]

baby Jon baby robb playing with evn babbier Sansa before they were all caught up in the politics of bastardism. and (this is very important) they are all bumbling around because they are wrapped up in an absurd amount of furs

im extremely aware of the fact that i do not know how to draw children and they always end up looking like teenagers. featuring smol arya

"mom said to take me with you"

my askbox is always open to art and analysis requests. you can tip me here, and you can check out my (free) ko-fi here!

[serqphites]

all stark men have breeding kinks and that’s something i’ll hold close to me forever.

[justmymindandstuff]

Sansa Stark and Robb Stark

[ghostinwinterfell]

that time when sansa & arya didn’t give a fuck about joffrey’s death because their big brother was dead too.

[vhsetoiles]

OMGGG HE SO FOOOOOINE😛😛😛

I’m fully back in my game of thrones era, and I need to say just one thing

JUST ONE CHANCE ONE CHANCE I BEG YOU

[rozseusz]

it looked way too empty so i added cat and ned

[laurellerual]

Day 4: House Stark

Arya, the lone wolf, still lived, but the wolves of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned.

[fawnilu]

scientist!ned

[kingnlionhearts]

robb stark x taryn baratheon (oc)

warnings: SMUT / 18+ (idk how to tag this), robb is down bad and subby. this is unfinished, the full version will be in lionheart!!

word count: 1.2k

They were still a corridor away from their chambers when Robb kissed her. Robb turned Taryn around, mouth full of desire as he pushed her back against the wall. Taryn’s eyes grew wide, softening into his kiss.

"Someone will see us," Taryn whispered as they paused for breath. Robb rested his forehead against Taryn’s and she stared into his eyes.

"I know." Robb’s fingers grazed the ties of Taryn’s dress.

"Robb."

He chuckled. "I suppose no one needs another reason to be jealous of me." Robb grinned. He pressed a quick kiss against Taryn’s lips and picked her up and spun her around. Taryn shrieked with laughter and clung her arms around Robb’s neck. "I have the most beautiful wife in the world. I’m allowed to want to show her off."

Taryn giggled. "I don't deserve you."

Robb’s hands tightened on her thighs, lifting Taryn a little higher in his arms as he walked them back towards their chambers. Taryn rested her face against the crook of Robb’s neck and kissed him. She grazed her teeth against his skin and Robb uttered the smallest groan. "On the contrary, no one deserves you. You’re too good for all of us, Taryn Stark."

Taryn blushed and hid her grin against Robb’s neck. She’d never grow tired of being called a Stark. Robb set Taryn down outside their door and kept a tight hold of her hand as he pulled her inside and bolted the door behind him.

Robb stared at Taryn with such longing. He cupped her face, thumb ghosting against her bottom lip as Taryn smiled. Robb began to bunch up Taryn’s skirt, until she rested her hands over his and he stopped. With the curious tilt of his head, Taryn kissed him.

"It’s your Name Day. Let me take care of you."

"Oh?" Robb grinned and took a step back. "Then tell me what you want of me, my Queen."

Robb’s hungry gaze made Taryn’s knees weak and her resolve almost faltered. She took Robb’s hand and led him to their bed. She had Robb sit down on the edge. He kicked off his boots as he did so and set his hands on Taryn’s hips as he gazed up at her. Taryn undid Robb’s shirt with a slowness that made him grip her hips tighter. Taryn grinned and ran one hand through Robb’s curls when he dragged his shirt away from his body and discarded it across the room.

Taryn removed her dress. She let it pool around her ankles and stepped aside to give the fabric a gentle kick. Taryn flushed as Robb stared at her in just her shift. It was shorter than her others, ending halfway down her thighs with short sleeves and a low neck. Robb had never seen her in it — Taryn had Lana help her modify it when she didn’t want to take a blade to one of her dresses by herself.

"You’re so beautiful." Robb barely blinked at his eyes roamed her body.

Taryn pressed a lingering kiss to Robb’s lips as she knelt between his legs. Taryn undid the ties of Robb’s trousers, purposely grazing her fingers against his bulge and smiling to herself when she heard Robb’s breath hitch. Robb fumbled as he took off his trousers and then cupped Taryn’s face in his hands for her to look up at him.

"Are you sure?"

Taryn nodded and gave slow strokes to Robb’s cock until he gave a soft moan. Robb’s hands fell away from her and moved to grip the furs on the bed. Taryn continued and delighted in the noises Robb made. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Which Taryn took as the perfect time to take him in her mouth.

"Fuck. Oh Gods, Taryn—"

Robb cut himself off as he groaned. Taryn took him as deeply as she could, one hand on the rest of his length that she could not take in her mouth and her other gripped Robb’s thigh for support. She swirled her tongue around him. Robb moaned and it was the prettiest sound Taryn had ever heard. He moved one hand to grip her hair, guiding her along his cock. He helped her take him deeper, her tongue dragging up and down him.

Taryn felt Robb tremble beneath her and his grip on her hair tightened. "Fuck. Taryn, I’m gonna—" He finished in her mouth with a soft groan. Taryn moaned as she pulled back and swallowed.

Heat pooled in Taryn’s stomach as she caught her breath. She licked her lips and looked up at Robb. He was staring down at her, his eyes wide and blown-out.

Breathless, Robb grinned and pulled Taryn into his lap. Her body tensed with anticipation as her core brushed over Robb’s cock. He kissed her hard, teeth nipping at her lips. Robb drew Taryn in and wound his arms around her waist. Taryn set her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.

"You’re so perfect," he whispered against her lips. "Takin' me so well."

Taryn pulled back slowly and rose to stand. Robb’s hands lingered on her, pouting as she giggled at how desperate he was to keep her.

"Lay down."

Robb obliged. He propped himself up on his elbows as Taryn came to straddle his waist. Instinctively, Robb reached for Taryn’s hips. Taryn leaned down to kiss him. They kissed as if to merge into each other, as if to consume. Taryn pulled back and Robb followed, chasing her lips. He gave a chuckle when she pushed him back onto the bed and let her take the lead. Taryn trailed her hands down Robb’s chest. She lifted her hips and aligned herself. Slowly, Taryn sank down to allow Robb’s cock to fill her.

The stretch burned. Taryn’s body trembled and her nails cut crescents cut into Robb’s skin. She would have cursed neglecting to prepare herself until Robb’s moans and praises filled her ears and sent butterflies exploding in her stomach. Taryn took him as deeply as she could bear. Her eyes squeezed shut, consumed in the feeling of Robb’s length and thickness filling her to the brim. Taryn moaned, stilling her movements to adjust. She rose and fell slightly, rolling her hips until she felt comfortable.

"Love." Robb’s broken moans made Taryn open her eyes. Head thrown back against the pillows and furs, steel-tight grip around her pretty spread thighs, Robb looked more than desperate for her. "Need you, please."

Taryn rolled her hips and drew up the bottom of her shift — revealing where their bodies joined, the curve of her hips, and the swell of her breasts. She brought Robb’s hand to her chest, allowing him to grope at her the way she knew he liked. Taryn moaned at his gentle touch. "Tell me what you want."

Robb bucked his hips against Taryn, sending sparks across her body. "Move, please." Desire dripped from his voice. "Fuck me."

[inkandarsenic]

hi! i love both of your oc fics and can’t wait to read more!!

I just finished a reread of asoiaf and I’m so not over robb dying (again, even if I’ve read it before), and I saw that you have bookmarked a lot of got fics on ao3 (I feel like such a stalker lol) and I was wondering if you had any favourites or recommendations? Preferably something robb centric where he doesn’t die again haha

thanks<333

oh I'm so glad you like them! Honestly I myself am always looking for Robb centric fics on ao3 because most of what i find where he lives, the fics are still focused on Jon or Sansa, and Robb is a side character, and i just wanna read about my man being the main character in his own story. Off the top of my head though...

@rheanyraaaa has a fic on here called Water Lily where Robb marries Frey!reader and I really like that one, very nice balance of the angst and then the comfort 🙂‍↕️

The Pack Survives is pretty good, if you don't mind a Robb that lowkey sleeps with everyone. I like most of astolat's fics actually, even the Robb/Jaime ones which surprised me tbh because I honestly do not see it, can't make myself ship it. The fics are good though

embrace the world in grey lowkey rewrote my brain chemistry, and has povs from all of the starklings

Curse of the Old Gods is a Robbaery time travel fic that's got my favorite unhinged kinda dark Rob, he be going THROUGH it

Robb Returns is one of my absolute favorites, but it's not finished and is really more Ned centric tbh but I still love it

Honor Compels Me and Perennial are two other really good ones that have Robb povs but aren't necessarily Robb-centric.

[atreeinthemoonlight]

Apparently now Rhaegar is equal to Robb and he slept with Lyanna out of grief for Rickard and Brandon

Comparing him to Robb is honestly an insult to Robb.Robb was young and still won multiple battles.Rhaegar disappeared for over a year, and when he finally showed up again,he got smashed to death.And I honestly think Martin looked at his 1993 outline, saw Sansa picking her husband over her family, and thought, “Yeah… no one’s gonna buy that.”So he wrote Lyanna out instead,that's her best way out.

And besides Rickard and Brandon,don’t forget Ned—over a decade of PTSD, with “Promise me, Ned” playing on loop in his head like a broken tape recorder.Lyanna stans even screenshot it like it’s some deep, spiritual moment—“look, her voice is literally haunting the book!” I thought the man was buffering.

What a bride price Rhaegar offered—managed to wipe out her whole family as part of the deal.

[smokingmercury]

Nobody yearns like the King in the North dude

For the hope of it all

Pairing: Robb Stark x reader

Warnings: mention of death, nothing major just a sad little number that had been rotting in my docs for a long time now.

A/N: Just assume that robb was a bit older than canon, cause damn we forget how young he was (but richard didn't look that young). This happens after an assassin attacked bran and catelyn figures that the lannisters might be behind this. Reader is a lady of a noble house and catelyns ward. Hope you enjoy this because I LOVE TO WRITE ABOUT YEARNING YEAH. muah, muah.

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You were on your knees in the godswood, praying just as you had always seen Ned Stark do when you were a child. You had been thinking about your childhood a lot these past few weeks, since Bran fell from the tower, since the attempt on his life, since the fire in the library, since all hell broke loose. You thought of the day your father sent you off to Winterfell as Catelyn’s ward. Your mother had passed away giving birth to your sibling, and your father, struck with grief, thought it might be best to send you away.

You thought of playing with Sansa, braiding her hair and talking all night. You thought of the foolish games you invented with Jon and Theon. You thought of Robb.

Robb had suffered the most in this storm that had begun when the king and queen brought their royal presence to Winterfell. His boyish grin was now a relic of the past. You would lie awake at night, thinking of the naive dreams you once had of marrying him. Even then, that dream had been out of reach. But now, with the looming fear of war, both your childhood and your future had been washed away.

Now that Ned was in King's Landing, you often found yourself in the godswood, seeking peace just as he once did.

"Since when did you start praying in the godswood?" A familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts. You turned to see Robb standing a few steps away.

"I do not know where else to go," you said as you rose to your feet.

"Mother leaves for King’s Landing tomorrow. She wishes to warn Father of the plot by the Lannisters," he said, looking more like a lord than ever before.

"I know. She told me." You had spoken to Catelyn about it last night. She had also asked you to return to your father and seek his aid.

"We both thought it would be best if I return home. My father may not have a large army, but he would be willing to help in every way."

Robb hated that life as you both knew it was slipping away, but he never wanted you to leave Winterfell. This was your home as much as his. You were meant to stay by his side. He had always wanted it that way. Do not leave. Please. I need you now more than ever.

"That is wise. We need all the help we can get," he said, stepping closer. He looked around the godswood, perhaps trying to hide his tears. He was just a boy forced into his father’s shoes. "I miss him, you know," he said, his voice carrying a vulnerability you had never heard before.

"Lord Stark trusts you more than anyone." You reached for his hand. "When he left, he knew the North was in safe hands."

"I am trying to do what is right…"

"I know, Robb."

"Then why is it so hard?" His voice cracked. "I do not want you to go. I keep telling myself you would be safer there, but what about me? You have always been a part of my life. Am I supposed to just let you go?"

Tears welled in your eyes. You had always imagined this moment, him finally confessing his feelings, but you never thought it would hurt this much.

"I will come back, I swear." You wanted to laugh at yourself. Perhaps your naivety was not completely lost, only disguised as hope. You gently squeezed Robb’s hand. "I will never understand how your hands are always so warm."

His lips curled into a half smile, and he let out a voiceless laugh. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when he brought your cold hand to his lips.

"Lord Stark will return. I will return. Things will be as they were before," you said.

You gently wiped away his tears, your hand caressing his cheek. You had so much to say, but words could never do justice to what you felt in that moment.

"If things were different, I would have said it, you know," he murmured.

"I know."

"If things were different, I would have married you."

You closed your eyes for a moment. All that you wanted was so close, yet so far. You wanted to scream at the gods, at fate.

Robb knew it was now or never. If he did not say the words, he might never get another chance. He wanted his father and his family to be safe, and he knew that love is the death of duty.

He would miss your laugh, your smile, and your frown. He would miss how you never failed to make him smile, how you knew his deepest insecurities. He never thought there would be a day in his life when he would not hear you curse the northern cold.

We stand here together for the last time, perhaps, and I pray it is not that way. But a part of me knows this is how it will be. You will be in your father’s castle, and I will be off to war. I do not know when I will see you again, but I live for that moment.

We stand here saying goodbyes instead of vows. I pray the gods keep you safe. I pray for your safe journey and return. I wish you to know that not a day will pass when I will not think of you. My love for you is deeper than anyone understands. I love you as the songs tell, my dearest.

Robb was too choked up to say the words he wanted to. Instead, he kissed you, so gently and with such passion, hoping you would understand all that he had never found the courage to say.

You pulled away first to catch your breath, your forehead still pressed against his.

"Swear on the old gods and the new that you will come back to me," he whispered.

"I swear."

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