My Twisted Mind

Summary: not really a plot, just smut so sorry 🌚

includes/warnings: probs awfully written dont hate me, kissing, teasing, against the fireplace, fingering, no p in v i’m sorry my children, probably very rushed, english isn’t my first language so if you see any mistakes, please do correct them :) Robb x reader, 18+ mdni.

🪐notes: finally out of my writers block 😫. I had no idea what to title this so forgive me for that. Enjoy this short fic thats basically just porn without much of a plot.

Robb entered the bedroom quietly, his stomach grumbling loudly. The scent of food still lingered in the air - you must have eaten without him. He pushed the door closed behind him and started taking off his fur cloak, expecting to find you angry or disappointed.

“i saved you a plate. Figured keeping it by the fire would keep it as long as possible. You decide if that was a success or not” —

He turned to see the plate of food carefully arranged by the fire, still steaming slightly. A small smile tugged at his lips as he crossed the room, sitting down and unfolding the cloth covering the plate. The food was still warm, perfectly kept just for him. "It was successful.”

You smiled softly at him, “good.”

He ate quietly for a moment, savoring the taste and the warmth. Between bites, he watched you sit by the fire, your dress simple but pretty. No furs, just you in the warm glow of the flames. He swallowed his mouthful and set the plate aside. "You didn't have to do that," he said softly.

“My lord needs his nutrition.” you stand up and stands straight before him, caressing his cheek as he looks up at you.

His hand automatically reached up to grasp your wrist gently as you caressed his cheek. The warmth of the fire and your touch was comforting after a long day of cold wind and harsh words from his men. He turned his head slightly to press a kiss to your palm before releasing your wrist.

“The desert was not salvageable. Though i figured..” — you reach for the front ties of your dress and very slowly start undoing them. “it could be arranged otherwise.”

Robb's breath hitched as you began to slowly untie the laces of your dress. The firelight danced across your skin, casting shadows that only served to accentuate your curves. He set the plate aside completely, his attention fully on you. He stood up slowly, his hands reaching out to gently push yours aside and take over the task of undoing the rest of the laces himself. His fingers brushed against your skin with each knot he untied, sending shivers down your spine. Once the dress was open, he pushed it off your shoulders slowly.

Your mouths get tangled in a soft kiss, slow and sensual, completely different from your usual hungry kisses when you were needy for eachother. This was gentle exploration, gratitude expressed through lips rather than words. His hands slid over your shoulders, where your dress rests.

You lean against the hearth of the fireplace, your hands finding his waist and holding onto it. “do not undress me fully..”

He broke the kiss gently, his forehead resting against yours as he listened to your request. His hands paused at the top of your dress, fingers curling slightly into the fabric but not pulling it down further. A soft murmur escaped him, "As my lady wishes."

His eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him softly once more. His large hands flattened against your lower back possessively, careful not to tug your dress down further. He deepened the kiss slowly, tasting you, his thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts un Hurriedly. Gods, you’re beautiful like this.

You chase him as he pulls back, your lips pressing to him briefly before he does it again, and you chase him again. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as you did so, his hands gripping your hips to steady you. He pulled back each time you tried to deepen the kiss, teasing you with brief presses of his lips against yours. The fire crackled behind, casting warm light on your playful interaction as you grip onto his collar possessively.

His breath caught in his throat at the desperate grip on his collar. The playful moment shifted into something more intense as he finally allowed you to capture his lips fully. One hand slid up to tangle in your hair while the other pressed firmly against the small of your back, holding you flush against him. You whimper into the kiss.

The whimper made his groin tighten immediately, desire shooting through him like an arrow. But he remembered your request - not to undress you completely. So instead of pulling your dress off, he kissed you harder, pressing your back against the warm stones of the fireplace gently.

Your hands explore the leather covering his torso, causing his breath to hitch, as you feel the muscle under his tunic. He leaned into your touch, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh and pull it up around his hip. The position opened you up to him. his hand slides over your thigh, underneath your dress and between your legs. he softly caresses your bare cunt.

You gasp lightly against his lips, looking deeply into his eyes—

The gasp was the sweetest sound he'd heard all day. His eyes locked onto yours, watching your pupils dilate as he began to slowly caress your pouty little cunt. He kept his touch gentle, exploring your folds with his fingers, sliding them along your wetness.

Swallowing your soft gasps with his kisses, his fingers finding your clit and circling it gently. The heat from the fireplace behind you was nothing compared to the heat between your legs. He leaned his forehead against yours, panting softly, "Like this?"

“Gods..” you moaned, the sound coming out as a soft breathy gasp, as you unconsciously grind against his fingers.

The sight of you grinding against his hand, mouth open in silent pleasure, made his heart pound in his chest. He captured your mouth again, swallowing her soft moans as he began to slowly thrust one finger into your tight channel. "So pretty when you're needy," he murmured against your lips. He added another finger, pumping them slowly in and out of your heat. His thumb continued to circle your clit, spreading your wetness around. "My pretty little wife," he breathed, nuzzling your neck. "Grinding on my fingers like a wanton little thing."

“Robb” you moaned, a little louder than you probably should have.

He groaned at the sound of his name on your lips. He could feel your inner walls fluttering around his fingers as you neared the edge of your orgasm. And with one curl of his fingers inside you, he made you come undone.

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CONSENT IS:

Given willingly

Given while fully conscious/sober

“Yes, that’s okay”

“I like that”

“Yeah, keep going”

CONSENT IS NOT

“I don’t know”

“I guess so”

“Not here”

“Please stop”

“Not now”

Being unconscious

Being in a relationship

Being drunk

Being pressured

Being coerced

If you haven’t EXPLICITLY asked to touch them in a certain place and they haven’t EXPLICITLY SAID YES without being pressured, you are NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH THEM THERE

i LOVE this picture. who else loves religious symbolism (read: are you an ethel cain fan)?? i certainly do!