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spxllcxstxr · 2 years

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Battle Plans • J.S

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Request: ok i was thinking maybe i could request a jon snow x reader blurb (my pronouns are she/her but i don’t mind if you don’t want to specify) where jon is going over battle plans and you keep flirting with him and distracting him, i’d love if it could already be an established relationship. — @sarahisslytherin

Summary: Jon thinks constantly about battle and you need to persuade him to finally rest

Warnings: fem!reader, a tad off the request???, maybe suggestive??? Though I tried not to make it too suggestive I guess lmao

Word Count: 630

A.N: first time writing both got and Jon snow so like hopefully it’s all good!!

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He was pacing around the room, dark fur cloak swirling around at every harsh turn. Occasionally he would speak aloud, though most of it was in his mind, eyes glazed over and deep in thought.

You watch him from his bed, your own fur cloak wrapped around your shoulder keeping the cold at bay. Just by the flickering flame of the candle you can see just how pale his face is, how ghastly he looks. His dark curls are no longer tied back and instead they messily dangle in front of his face. The rugged appearance only gets worse day after day and it’s starting to worry you. Biting your lip, you continue to follow him with your eyes across the room.

This isn’t the only time you’ve woken up in the middle of the night to your love pacing the small stone room. Winter was here and he was tasked with facing it head on.

“Jon,” You softly call out, shifting to lean against the headboard. “Jon, my love, come to bed,”

He continues to pace near the window, giving no indication that he’s heard you at all.

You sigh as you get up from the feather bed, your exposed skin getting nipped at by the cold. The stone flooring sends shivers from the bottoms of your feet all the way up to your spine. The fire across the room had burnt out hours ago leaving the room dark with a chill lingering in the air.

Pressing yourself into the dark cloak on his back, you wrap your arms around his waist, stopping him in his tracks. He’s warm against your exposed skin and you swear you could fall asleep standing up right then and there.

“Jon…” You whisper, lips close to his ear, warm breath tickling the tip of his ear.

“I am in the middle of a thought, dearest, I will join you in a moment,” A calloused hand pats your own.

“Your moments always last hours, my love,” Your lips press against the spot behind his ear and your kisses make your way down the side of his neck. Jon shivers in reply, breath hitching. “You need rest, Jon, come to bed…”

“You’re distracting,” Jon murmurs as he turns around in your arms, hands coming up to lightly hold your jaw. His fingers are cold. Goosebumps rise all across your body as a chill jolts at the base of your spine.

“I’m persuasive,”

Jon chuckles, smirking. His dark eyes run over your lips and down your neck, taking in the sight of your form beneath layers of furs.

“Alas, dearest, I must—“

“Rest. You must rest, Jon,” Your own hands move up to hold his wrists, keeping his hands from moving away from your features. “The battle will still be there in the morning for you to plan. You are too tired to get anywhere with it tonight,”

Jon’s dark eyes, truly like the void of a moonless night, soften at your soft plea. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as he relents.

“Fine. But do not be offended when I am gone before dawn,” Though he smiles as he disrobes and lets you lead him to the pile of furs spread across the mattress.

Even Jon shivers slightly in the time it takes him to step across the room and lie under the covers. His body radiates warmth and as a result you move closer to him.

“Let’s not talk about the morning, my love,” You press kisses up his neck, lips finally hovering above his own. “Just be distracted until then,” Jon meets you halfway, the two of you melting into each other before succumbing to the darkness of the night and the warmth of each other.

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rhaenyra-storms · 1 year

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Jon Snow and female reader sitting by the fire, each doing their own thing (sharpening weapons, reading letters, doing embroidery/sewing) just enjoying their company

Jon is definitely always in desperate need of some calm in his life. He has always been involved in fights, wars and the violence of this world seems to be chasing him all the time.

You are definitely the source of his calmness and relaxation. All the time actually. He can only relax when he's with you, like now, sitting by the fire and just enjoying each other's company. He is sharpening his sword while you are reading some letters, sometimes updating him on what the lords are reporting to you or him. It's also calming for him when you read out his letters to him.

Sometimes he glances over to you, seeing your face illuminated by the fire and he can't help himself but smile at the sight in front of him. Your eyes are following the lines on the letter and some of your hair is falling into your face. He slowly reaches out to you, brushing the strands away and letting his hand rest on your cheek then. "You're so beautiful, my love," he smiles and it gives you a warm feeling all over.

You look up at him, giving him a smile as well. His face is also painted a light shade of orange by the fire in the room. He looks good in every light. Even after battle, with blood on his face and dirt clinging to every part of his skin, he always manages to look like the most handsome person in the realm.

“I don’t know how there aren’t more marriage proposals arriving. All the ladies should be after you,” you answer, a grin on your face. Jon let’s put a soft laugh and shakes his head just slightly. He isn’t interested in anyone but you. And he could sit here for a hundred more years, listening to you read out letters to him and he would listen closely to every single one.

“Let’s hope you won’t read one of those out to me anytime soon. Now, I think you weren’t finished with this one,” he reminds you, pointing to the letter while he goes back to sharpening his sword. “But you can maybe keep your eyes open for a marriage proposal from me to you,” he says like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

But you’re sure the heat in your cheeks is not coming from the cozy warmth in the room then.

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dragonsbone · 1 year

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━━ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠

“I will write,” Jon whispered. “I promise.” His voice so soft, so quiet, he worried it might've been carried away in the northern wind, along with the boy’s dream of a future with the woman he loved.

It was foolish. He understood better than anyone the many paths of a bastard’s life. None of which consisted of marriage between a noble man’s daughter and a lord’s bastard. Though, the harsh truth didn’t cease twisting of the sharp blade in his heart.

If only I bore the name Stark, he thought countless times, more in her presence. When she held his cold, calloused hands in hers, which were just as rough and rugged as his own. When she brushed her lips against his for the first time and he could taste the fruity wine lingered on her tongue. When she was ridden of her furs and velvet gowns to reveal her bare skin, willing to forsake her maidenhood to him without a sliver of doubt in her mind. If he were a trueborn son of Eddard Stark, he would’ve held her hand longer, kissed her deeper, and lied with her that very night.

But he’s no trueborn son nor a Stark. He’s a bastard of the north, burdened with the surname Snow. And now he was on his way to the Wall, soon to be sealed in his fate as a sworn brother of the Night’s Watch. Soon enough, Alynne would fulfill her own duties, marry a highborn man to compete with the wild stag in her, carry on their dynasty, become the lady she was meant to be, and his name would be a distant memory of her youth.

“Be mindful of your promise, Jon Snow,” Aly said, pulling him away from his thoughts. “If you break it, I will ride to Castle Black myself. Not even the lord commander would be able to withstand a lovestruck girl waiting for word from her lover.” She spoke the words with a grin upon her lips, but Jon knew better than to forego the truthfulness of her warning. A Baratheon’s wrath was not one to tempt.

Perhaps, they’d meet again when they’re fully grown and aren’t blinded by their affection. Until then, he would keep his word and write to her until his watch has ended.

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hilarychuff · 2 years

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uptown girls in my asoiaf au graphic series

Who says money can’t buy happiness? Sansa Stark has everything a girl could want — a gorgeous apartment, a passport full of stamps from countries all over the world, a precious little pet pig, and soon the perfect 22nd birthday party. It’s poised to be one of the biggest nights of the year, attended by all the most famous socialites in the city and half of the music scene, and the second she sets her eyes on starving artist and upcoming singer-songwriter Jon Snow, she knows just who she wants to be her birthday present.

Myranda knows him from the industry, swears he’s supposed to be celibate or something, too committed to his art to invest any time in his love life, but Sansa knows how to make men want to go home with her. And Jon does, and then he stays there for three days in a haze of takeout and sex and songs he strums while bent over one of her father’s famous guitars. He stays until the constant candle light stops being romantic and her postmates account stops working, and then he tries to clumsily detangle himself and return to the real world while she tries desperately to convince him to stay one more day in this perfect fantasy she’s built for him. And then he’s gone. And then the money’s gone, too.

Before she knows it, she finds herself sleeping on her friend’s couch and playing nanny to a screaming, sickly little boy, spending her days bringing him to school and ballet and doctor’s appointments, trying to pretend she knows what she’s doing when an 8-year-old acts more like a well-rounded adult than she could ever hope to be. Her nights she spends alternately dodging Jon’s calls asking her to drop his lucky jacket at his record label and leaving him her own voicemails suggesting she could bring it to his place.

When they finally meet at a restaurant, when she delivers his jacket scorched from a kitchen fire of her own making and made new with dye and shoe polish and the skin of a teddy bear she sacrificed to the task, he tells her he can’t see her again. He can’t get dragged back into her world, he says, a world where she seems free of the burdens the rest of them have to bear, especially not now that he’s finally landed a record deal, not now that his music is just as much a business as it is an art. He’s too close, he says, too close to having everything he wants, everything he’s been working for. She can’t make him stay, and so she lets him go, and she doesn’t mention how everything is falling apart around her as Myranda kicks her out, Robin fires her, Petyr tells her she has no choice left other than to sell her father’s guitars, her mother’s dresses, even her brother’s signed baseball card collection.

All of it is gone, just like that, and Jon’s song, the one written about the four nights and three days he spent wrapped up in her bed sheets is playing on what seems like every radio station. But she’s strong. She’s a Stark, Ned and Catelyn’s daughter, Robb’s little sister, and she can make it through this. She can be brave. Her life may no longer be a fairytale, but it’s hers, and she’s determined to make something of it.

ft. sansa as molly, sweetrobin as ray, jon as neal, littlefinger as roma sort of, cersei as bob sort of, harry as huey, myranda as ingrid, ned stark as tommy gunn

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pastanest · 1 year

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Jon Snow - Recommendations

will update this list as and when I find more fics/imagines/hc’s that give me visceral reactions x

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> fluff (f) angst (a) suggestive (s)

Imagines:

(f) Protector by @otteropera - Jon Snow is so boyfriend coded it’s actually unbelievable also my beloved wrote this and it’s a GIFT!

(f) Moon Of My Life by @depends-on-the-sellsword - bro this moon ass poetry bs really will be the death of me I’ve read this one so many fucking times and the impact never changes

(f) The Broken And The Bastard by @dearsnow - this. this one really did a number on me Im gonna be honest. it’s pure poetry and it’s so far up my street I’d consider it my religious building of choice bc I frequent it so regularly

(f) That’s My Girl by @in-my-feels-probably - I requested this one and it gave me heart palpitations, protective Jon?? UMM 💥💳💥💳💥💳

(f) Making Of A Man by @januaryembrs - THIS IS THE ONE FR!! absolutely iconic

(f/s) A Welcome Visitor by @darklyndivinely - the power shift in this literally sent me hurtling into the sun goodbye

(f) Snow by @l4verq - pure poetry surrounding a reader displaced in the GoT universe, SO beautifully written and such a genius concept, too

(f) Overheard by @tessimagines - now if there’s one thing this bitch (me) loves it’s a trope she’s read a thousand times that still has her kicking her feet and twirling her hair

Headcannons:

(f) He Worships The Ground Reader Walks On by @midnight-fairee - consider me the Iron Throne after Drogon breathed on it bc Im melted fr

(f) Songs That Describe Your Relationship by @th3rah - utterly adorable, such a sweet idea wtf ow

Blurbs:

(f) His Type (includes other characters too) by @luna-writes-stuff - I LOVE this sm, such a cute idea!!

(f) Happy Heart Day by @poisonsage808 - SO SWEET I love shy Jon sm

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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I just realised I forgot to send a request!! silly sausage hours fr ✌🏻😔

anywho! if it is at all interesting to you, I was wondering if you’d like to write a Protective!Jon x Short!S/O based piece?? can be whatever you want, a blurb, headcannon, imagine - whatever idea comes to you based on this very vague prompt cuz I want to give you all the creative wiggle room to do what you want to do!!

could be something about the Short!S/O getting hurt defending Jon when someone talks shit about him or Jon sees/finds out his S/O was being harassed/had been touched without consent in any way and he sees RED, could be anything at all!! just some real good protective Jon Snow content pretty please 🥺💗

but, all the same, if this idea doesnt grab you then please do not feel at all pressured in writing it, it’s completely up to you!! no hard feelings 🤗

I wish you the most wonderful rest of your day!! ♡

That’s My Girl

Request: if it is at all interesting to you, I was wondering if you’d like to write a Protective!Jon x Short!S/O based piece?? can be whatever you want, a blurb, headcannon, imagine - whatever idea comes to you based on this very vague prompt cuz I want to give you all the creative wiggle room to do what you want to do!! could be something about the Short!S/O getting hurt defending Jon when someone talks shit about him or Jon sees/finds out his S/O was being harassed/had been touched without consent in any way and he sees RED, could be anything at all!! just some real good protective Jon Snow content pretty please

Hi! Thank you for the request, I'm sorry for the long wait. This is my first time writing for Jon! I’m hoping this is what you were looking for, but if not. Just let me know and I'd be able to fix it or write you something else.

I love Jon, I'm happy to write for him. To make sense of the story, the reader is technically a Bolton, and a sister to Ramsey. I set this around season 5-6. I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: swearing, violence, a fight, mentions of blood and wounds, slight sexual harassment, gross men, let me know if i missed anything)

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The Wall was not a good place for a woman. That fact, you knew all too well.

Women weren’t allowed at the wall, regardless of station or reason. This was a fact your family knew, and a fact they ignored.

You were born to a handmaiden, fathered by Roose Bolton. When you entered the early stages of being a woman, Lord Bolton legitimized you, and sent you to Winterfell to learn the ways of being a Lady. He figured you may be useful to him one day, someone he could marry off for an advantage.

Winterfell was where you met Jon Snow. He had always liked you. While you were technically a Bolton, you lived more than half of your life as a Snow. You were no longer legally a bastard, but you felt like one anyway.

Jon knew the feeling, and you became quite close throughout your years, before he left for the Wall and the rest of the Starks left as well.

You lived through the Greyjoy Rebellion, when Theon came and took Winterfell. You received word from your father, and were asked to stay anyways. After Robb’s death, the Bolton’s officially took over the castle.

Despite your father being named Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, he was no family to you. You’d never see him as such. Instead, the Northern folk who had lived in the city since the reign of the Starks took care of you, always there to be a friend if you needed them.

They were your true family. Them, and the Starks, although you hadn’t seen any of them in years. Most of them were dead.

When Lord Bolton died and his position was passed to the newly legitimized Ramsay Bolton, the families that had helped you sent you away for your own safety.

With you being the last legitimate Bolton, other than Ramsey, you challenged the claim to the North, despite being a woman. The North liked you more, and Ramsay was afraid they’d rebel if he allowed you to live.

You went to the Wall, seeking asylum.

You reconnected with Jon, who had recently been named Lord Commander. He allowed you to stay, despite the rules he was meant to follow.

But if he had allowed the Wildlings passage, he could allow you to stay as well.

To appease the men, you worked as a stewardess, making up for being another mouth to feed and for filling a bed in the single room. The only other empty single room, next to the Lord Commander’s suite.

It got easier as the weeks passed, and you slipped into a routine that was comfortable enough.

Sometimes, the men were a little rough with you. It was if they forgot you were a woman, not remembering to be gentler with you.

Others never forgot you were a woman, keeping their eyes on you at all times.

This occurred on opposite ends of the spectrum, one end containing men like Jon, Edd, and Sam, and the other containing men like Ser Allister, who hated you being there, as well as the men who wouldn’t hesitate to do you harm.

You knew those who followed Jon would keep an eye on you, never allowing true harm to come your way, but you still kept your guard up most of the time. In between doing your duties, you trained with the men, learning combat skills.

It reminded you of the times in Winterfell as children, when Jon would sneak you out of lessons with the Septa to train with him.

You were quite short, compared to the women of your age. Jon was on the shorter side too, in comparison to other men, but he could hold his own well enough. He wanted you to be able to do the same, so he wouldn’t have to worry as much about your safety.

You had gotten quite good at it, especially with the refresher at the Wall, and you were confident enough that you could handle yourself.

That didn’t mean you necessarily wanted to. If you could avoid it, you’d try and keep to yourself for most of the day, ignoring the men you didn’t like. But some of them made it quite hard on you.

“Lady Snow,” Ser Alliser taunted, coming into the kitchen where you were scrubbing pots. “Where’s your Commander? Figured he would’ve sent one of his watchdogs to come guard you, considering he isn’t here to do it himself.”

“He’s just as much your Commander as he is mine,” you replied, not looking up to dignify him with a reaction.

“That may be,” he said, taking a step towards you. He stopped in his tracks when he heard a growl coming from behind you, and saw a white beast stepping out from behind your legs.

“You’re right, My Lord,” you said, leaning over to scratch behind Ghost’s ears. “Jon did leave me unattended. Although, I expect a direwolf is as good of a watchdog as any man here. Would you like to test that theory? Come closer, then.”

Ghost snarled at Ser Alliser, making him take a step back. He glared at you, retreating to the door.

“You don’t belong here, Snow. You’ll come to see that soon.”

“Thank you for that,” you called, returning back to your work. “You can piss off now.”

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Later that day, much to your annoyance, another group of some of the men tried your patience again.

It was before dinner, when you had just finished up with your duties for the day. You had just brought Ghost his dinner, and were returning to the hall to eat, when three men cornered you in the courtyard.

“What do you want?” You asked, unimpressed.

“We want you to go,” one replied, making you roll your eyes.

The one closest to you nodded in agreement. “We didn’t vote for Jon to be the Commander.”

“You’re lucky you have him—“

He cut you off, his tone more aggressive. “Are we? So far, in the weeks he’s been Commander, he let the Wildlings through our gates. Now, he’s let a girl in.”

“That’s your problem? Ser Alliser almost let the Wall fall because of his own pride,” you spat, growing angry. “He should have listened to Jon when he had the chance. It cost us lives.”

“Us? There’s no us, you’re not one of us,” the man on the right finally spoke. His voice was significantly higher than he looked like he would sound, making you chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” The middle man asked.

“All of you,” you replied. “You’re very amusing to watch. Pathetic, really.”

“Watch your tone, bitch,” the man closest to you said. “Nobody wants to hear your mouth. As far I’m concerned, a woman has two purposes. Popping out kids, and warming my bed. Would you be interested in either?

You raised a brow, clenching your fists at your sides. He smirked, taking a step closer to you.

“What? Cat got your tongue, bitch? Not brave enough to say something without your useless Lord Commander there to save you?”

You couldn’t contain yourself any longer, swinging and cracking your knuckles across his jaw. You swung again before he could recover, smashing your fist into the bridge of his nose. He faltered back this time, landing on his ass.

“What?” You smirked, flexing your hand. “Cat got your tongue?”

He snarled, standing up. The other two tried to hold him back, afraid of what would happen if they actually hurt the Lord Commander’s girl, but they weren’t strong enough. He broke through, shaking them off.

Before you could take a step back, you felt a palm strike across your cheek, stinging the flesh. His ring caught on your cheekbone, cutting a small slit.

You brought a hand up to your face in shock, balling your hand into a fist, but he caught your wrist in the air, squeezing it tight. You gasped in pain, whimpering.

“What are you gonna do now?” He asked, wiping the blood from his nose.

“Let me go,” you said, trying to pull away. “Let me go, or you’ll regret it.”

“Yeah? Why’s that? What are—“

“Hey!”

You turned your heads across the yard to see Edd standing near the kennel door, Ghost standing next to his side. Ghost snarled, looking ready to pounce.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Let her go!” He said, bounding towards you.

You felt the man let go of your wrist, and heard their footsteps retreating as Edd approached you. You rubbed your wrist, reaching down to run a hand through Ghost’s fur when he got to your side.

“Hey, boy,” you muttered, then turning to Edd. “What are you doing? Why’d you let Ghost out?”

“He was pawing at the door, whining, I heard him all the way from the watchtower. He wouldn’t stop till I let him out. He ran out here, and I followed him. What happened, what did they do to you?”

You shook your head. “It’s alright, I’m fine.”

“Your cheek is red and scratched, and your wrist is already bruising. You’re not fine. Jon is gonna raise hell when he sees it. Not that you couldn’t handle your own, but what were you thinking? Three against one isn’t good odds to start throwing punches.”

You groaned, casting your eyes on the ground. Edd sighed, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Come on, then. He’s still in his office, and everyone else is in the dining hall. I’ll take you halfway, and keep everyone occupied till you’re ready to come back.”

“But—“

“No buts. Jon would have my head if I didn’t take you to him straight away. You’re going.”

You relented, giving him a grateful nod as he led the way. He left you halfway, as promised. You walked the rest of the way yourself, only hesitating when you found yourself outside of Jon’s office.

Sighing, you went in.

He was at his desk, his head down. He shuffled through papers, sorting through everything on his desk. You slowly approached, wringing your hands together.

“Jon,” you said softly.

“I’m almost done, love, give me a minute.”

You internally groaned, preparing yourself for the painful conversation you were about to have. You spoke again.

“Jon.”

“What?” He sighed, looking up, only to drop his things at the sight of you. “Y/N?”

He hurriedly stood, pushing his chair back and bounding around his desk to stand in front of you, cupping your jaw in his hands. You grimaced as he turned your head, inspecting your cheek more closely. He was absolutely fuming, practically shaking with rage.

His voice was eerily calm. “Who?”

“Jon—“ You started, but he cut you off.

“Y/N…who?”

“I don’t even know their names, you’ll have to ask Edd,” you relented. “It was three men. He stopped them.”

“What happened?”

“The same as usual. They don’t like that I’m here, they don’t like that you’re Lord Commander, and they think I’m making it worse for everyone being with you.”

“That’s not true—“

“I know,” you immediately said, sighing. “I know. And normally, I ignore them, or stay calm till they get bored and eventually leave me alone. But this time, I just got too angry. It wasn’t just me they were insulting, it was you, too.”

Jon seethed as he listened to you talk, moving from your cheek to inspect your wrist. The bruise had settled to a garish green.

“He threatened me, and I swung. I don’t know why I did it, but he went down. Obviously, he didn’t take very kindly to being hit by a girl, as you can see.”

“You don’t hit a woman,” Jon said, cradling your face in his palms, gently wiping away the dry blood on your cheek. “I’ll find them. I’ll find them, and they’ll wish they’d never laid eyes on you. The noose is too good for them.”

You leaned your forehead against his, trying to calm him down.

“I’m alright, Jon. I’m alright. That’s enough, for now.”

He took a deep breath as he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You ran a comforting hand over his, drawing circles with your thumb over the back of it.

“You can’t fight my battles for me, darling. You can’t get yourself hurt because of me.”

You shook your head, almost grinning. “Why not? You do it for me.”

“You’re too pretty for scars,” he mused, caressing your cheeks.

“So are you,” you agreed, tracing your finger across the one that had faded to a thin white line, just over his brow. “And yet you fight for me. It’s only fair that I do the same for you.”

Jon sighed, looking down at you with soft and loving eyes. “So, what did he look like?”

“What?” You asked, shaking your head in confusion.

“The other guy. What did he look like?”

“Worse,” you grinned proudly. “Much worse. I think I broke his nose. And his jaw is sure to be hurting for the next few days.”

Jon smiled, holding you by the waist and pulling you into him. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, breathing you in.

“That’s my girl.”

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A/N - Hi! Sorry that this is on the shorter side, I hope you still like it. I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think!

#game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagine #jon snow #jon snow imagine #jon snow x reader

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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What happens in the cave, stays in the cave | Jon Snow x Jeor Mormont daughter!Reader

Summary: You and Jon spend the night in a cave

Word count: 1.9k (it was originally a blurb, I guess I got a little carried away...)

Warnings: light smut

Request: Can you do Jon looking for the Lord Commander of the Night’s watch’s daughter after she gets taken by the wildlings. When he finds her, he help her escape and they hide in a cavern, the same cavern Ygritte and Jon went to in the show

A/N: I don’t know if this will be geographically correct, but let’s pretend.

While Beyond the Wall in search of the missing Benjen Stark with the other Crows, you had managed to stray away from the group and get taken by a group of Free Folk.

Your father, Lord Commander of the Night Jeor Mormont, was furious and immediately accused an old ‘friend’ – also called the King-Beyond-the-Wall – to be behind this. It was wrong of him to be making blind accusations, but it was his precious daughter that had been taken and, it turned out he hadn’t been completely wrong.

The men who had taken you hadn’t known your identity, they just wanted you for some…personal fun. It’s only when they brought you to their King that Mance Rayder recognized your mother’s eyes and decided to keep you hostage. The man has had a bone to pick with your father since his days among the Night's Watch – an old conflict between the two men.

The moment your disparition had been confirmed, Jon didn’t think twice and offered to go search for you. Although nothing was his fault, a part of him felt guilty. He should have kept a better eye on you. Jeor had been hesitant to send him, not particularly trusting of Jon or his intentions, but he wasn’t blind and knew the young Crow would be the only one who would protect you and your life before his.

It took Jon three days to find the Free Folk’s campment – to get to you. After evaluating his options, Jon infiltrated the Free Folk, telling them he had deserted the Night’s Watch to become part of the Free Folk. His plan would have worked if Mance Rayder hadn’t recognized him as Ned Stark’s bastard son, which got him captured too.

‘’You’re an idiot, Jon Snow,’’ you had told him when he got thrown in the tent with you, tied up. ‘’I’m flattered that you came to rescue me, but now we’re both gonna get killed.’’

You didn’t get killed. Mance had other plans for you. You’ll be heading to the wall via south along with the wildlings and serve of money of exchange when they invade the north. According to Mance, the Lord Commander won't care much about Jon Snow, but when he will see his daughter tied and with a blade pressed against her neck, he'll let them pass.

Mance's plan wasn't foolproof though. While they were on the move toward the south, you and Jon managed to free yourself and get away.

You and Jon had been on the run for hours, running through the snow-y mountains in the opposite direction of the Free Folk, and your legs were aching from all the running, threatening to give out.

And they did, as you tripped on a rock and fell on the snow covered ground. You cursed and tried to get up, but your body was exhausted.

‘’Jon!’’ you called, panting from running, feeling your heart hammering under your thick layers of wool, leather and fur.

Before you, the raven haired man stopped in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder to see you on the ground. ‘’You alright?‘’

You nodded. You weren't injured, just tired. ‘’I need a break. My- my legs can’t carry me any farther.’’

There was no way you'll be making it to Castle Black before night. Castle Black was hundreds of miles away. It's impossible to make that distance by foot before nightfall.

Jon looked around and nodded. ‘’Okay. We’ll take a break.’’

You didn't stay put for long. The area was safe for a short break, but not for a full night. You needed to find a place to hide away. A nook between trees or–

‘’Y/N! Where are you going,’’ Jon hissed, going after you like one would follow a running child. ‘’Seven Hells…’’

In the distance, you had spotted an opening in a mountain – a cave. It would be perfect to shield yourself from the wind and biting cold. Perhaps you could even make a fire.

Within the cave, Jon kept calling your name as you followed along its jagged walls. You ignored him and kept going, suddenly feeling a strange warmth the farther you went in. A frown creased between your eyebrows. You were in the coldest part of the north beyond-the-wall, warm air was impossible.

Your feet came to a halt and a grin curled on your mouth when you found a waterfall cascading down into a hot spring, explaining the warm air. You had never been to a hot spring, but you had heard of them. According to the men who had traveled beyond-the-wall, they were very rare and the only sources of warmth in the north.

‘’Jon! Come and see.’’

‘’No more running like that. I promised your father I would– What’s this?’’ he asked, looking around with a deep frown.

‘’A hot spring,’’ you explained. ‘’We’ll stay here tonight.’’

It’s been months since Jon had spent a night without wishing for an extra layer of fur to cover himself. Even in Winterfell, some nights were so cold that the warm water running through the pipes wasn't enough to keep the chambers warm. On those nights, Jon was thankful for a fireplace in his small bedchamber. He’s been missing the luxury of it on cold nights in the Night’s Watch’s bedchambers.

Eyeing the hot spring with envy, you reached for the buttons of your coat, undoing them and letting it fall off your body and to the ground, then proceeded to take off your boots, only to be stopped by Jon.

‘’What are you doing?’’ He gulped, getting more uncomfortable at each layer you were peeling off.

You rolled your eyes and continued undressing. ‘’Bathing. This is probably the only time I’ll see a hot spring. I intend of using it.’’ Slowly, you unlaced your pants, pausing before pulling them off. ‘’And you should too,’’ you added with a flirty smile.

When your pants hit the ground, Jon tore his eyes off of you. He wanted to see – he was dying to see what you looked like under your clothes –, but he had to resist the temptation or he would get as hard as the rock around you and break his vows.

‘’I-I’m good,’’ he replied, trying to find interest in the jagged rock walls.

You took off your last clothing item, standing naked while Jon still had all of his layers on. A snicker left your lips, seeing him purposely staring at a wall. ‘’Do I make you uncomfortable, Jon Snow?’’ you taunted, stepping closer to him.

Since his arrival at Black Castle, you suspected him of having an eye on you – like most men who were residing there. That’s what happens when you’re the only woman on land. Jon was different. He didn’t look at you like you were a piece of meat to empty his stones to. He wasn’t gross like them. He was kind and humble, honorable and loyal, charismatic – and he genuinely cared about you.

You weren’t indifferent to his dark curls and gray eyes, or that soft smile he kept just for you either.

‘’It’s polite of you to look away, but I would much rather you had your eyes on me. Perhaps not just your eyes.’’

Jon groaned, your suggestive words putting images in his mind and sending unwanted blood rushing south. ‘’Seven Hells…’’

You moved to stand before him and pressed your hands over the fur of his cloak, gliding them down to the leather that covered his chest. ‘’I want you, Jon Snow.’’ Your eyes flicked to his, the desire in his gray irises mirroring yours.

‘’We shouldn’t.’’ His skin was starting to feel clammy, plausibly from the heat coming from the spring. Was it really the spring, though? ‘’I've pledged my life to the Night's Watch, to your father. If I give in to my oath-’’

As much as you loved him for his loyalty, it was getting in the way of your sexual desires and starting to get on your nerves.

‘’You vowed to take no wife, hold no lands, father no children – I know the Night’s Watch’s oath,’’ you said with a little annoyance in your voice. ‘’It doesn’t say anything about having some fun.’’ You inched a little closer again, kissing his cheek and jaw as your bare body brushed his clothed one, trying to make him give in. ‘’If it makes you feel better, you can tell yourself we’re doing it to keep each other warm.’’

His forehead was prickling with sweat and the tent in his pants was getting difficult to conceal, difficult to fight.

‘’I can’t take what’s not mine.’’

‘’Then make me yours,’’ you replied simply, taking a fist of his fur collar and pulling him down so your lips could brush. ‘’Make me yours, Jon Snow.’’

Jon gave in – finally –, bending the rules and crashing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. He was putting so much in jeopardy – his honor and position in the Night’s Watch, your future by taking your maidenhood, his Lord Commander’s trust –, but the guilt was quickly replaced by fire in his blood.

His hands joined yours, unbuckling and untying, pulling and pushing at his clothes until he was completely naked too.

Women had never been a major interest for him. Back in Winterfell, although he was a Stark by blood, people saw him as a bastard above all and, no women wanted to fuck a bastard. They wanted Robb, who was, by name, more reputable, or even Theon Greyjoy.

You were the first woman who didn't care about his name, the first woman who ever wanted him.

Without breaking the kiss, you explored Jon's body, pleasantly surprised to find a decently muscled body and broad shoulders, all acquired through training and sword fighting. You wanted to kiss him all over, touch him all over, but the hard and uneven rock was starting to hurt your feet.

‘’Shall we get in the water?’’

As expected, the water was warm and agreeable, a contrast to the biting cold you’ve been living in all of your life. You let the water submerge your body up to your shoulders, covering you like a blanket. Only, that one was completely transparent.

You reached for Jon, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him again, deepening the kiss as you felt his strong arms circle around your back and pulling you against him, your naked breasts and peaked nipples pressing against his chest. The mix of inexperience and touch deprivation elicited a moan from his mouth and made his cock twitch, feeling a woman's body against his for the first time.

You chuckled, but didn't pull away. Instead, you rolled your hips, feeling his erect cock brush your folds, and he moaned again. ‘’You like what I’m doing, Jon Snow?’’ you murmured, twirling a wet curl around your finger.

In response, he grasped onto your hips with a vice-like grip and grinded his erection the same way you had teased him, his cock almost entering, but not quite. You whimpered softly, pulling on his hair as your eyelids fluttered. Fuck. He needed to be inside you – now.

‘’Two can play this game,’’ Jon teased, the waterfall behind you falling as a white noise, giving a romantic ambiance to the underground hideaway.

‘’Haven’t we played enough already?’’ you asked, looking into his gray eyes and running your hands along the muscles of his arms, moving onto his chest and abdomen next, and then back up his chest and shoulders. Using his shoulders as leverage, you curled your legs around his waist, causing the water to swish from the movements. ‘’I want to get to the finish line.’’

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Hi my name is Cal. I love HOTD/Bucky/fandom✨

About me: I’m a current psych major, part-time fruit chopper, Gecko mother always. One recovering alcoholic of 2 years, please feel free to reach out if you struggle or are in the same boat!!! White ass bitch from the Southeast US but will pester you with cultural questions.

I love sexy blonde Incest bitches, incel knight, and unstable metal armed man. Writing started as my sober hobby now I’ve been gifted 2% Latina!

ASOIAF/HOTD/GOT (Targaryens n Velaryons🦚, Criston🦚, Robb, Jon, Jaime)

Note: I do NOT write for Daemon or Luke

I write for marvel (Bucky🦚, Zemo, Marc Spector, Matt Murdock, Adam Warlock)

The Last Of Us (Tommy Miller🦚 and Joel Miller)

Seb Stan Characters: (Lee Bodecker🦚, Charles Blackwood, Steve Kemp, Lance Tucker)

Rdr2 (Arthur Morgan & John Marston)

Ask Box‼️: CLOSED (gotta catch up)

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Fic length one-shots

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Into: M/F, M/M, fem dom, pegging, sex in any position, bdsm (light), breeding kink, man tears, angst, drunk sex, switching, actually non-smut things, daddy kink

Nope: F/F (I’m really bad at writing it and cursed to be really into dicks), literally just ask me!! Dead dove and niche kinks aren’t really an issue unless it’s like gory or stanky

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Kink Bingo - Done!

Au Bingo - indefinite hiatus :(

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folkloresthings · 1 year

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✩⡱ who i write for!

formula one: carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lewis hamilton, lando norris, max verstappen, fernando alonso, lance stroll, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, mick schumacher, sebastian vettel.

stranger things: steve harrington, eddie munson, nancy wheeler, jim hopper.

game of thrones: jon snow, robb stark, jaime lannister, sansa stark, jorah mormont, tyrion lannister, podrick payne.

house of the dragon: daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, jacaerys velaryon, lucerys velaryon, alicent hightower, harwin strong.

marauders: james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, regulus black.

the last kingdom: uhtred ragnarson, sihtric kjartanson, osferth, finan.

other: nate archibald, dan humphrey, logan huntzberger, dead poets.

(italics indicate current favs. these will change over time.)

✩⡱ rules + guidelines.

i will write: fluff, angst, smut (18+!) and suggestive content, polyamorous relationships.

i will not write: severe gore or harm, non—canonical sexualities, incest, hard kinks, abuse or rape, gang or mafia au, any use of excessive alcohol or drugs, extreme mental health issues (eg. eating disorders, depression…)

p.s.

i write fics (any length), blurbs and drabbles, headcanons. in the future, i may start writing ships. i’ll do pretty much any form of writing if i’m feeling it.

i always try my best to make all of my readers gender neutral, however writing may lean towards a female narrative. if you would like your request completely gender neutral, just let me know!

you can request these for any character from the list above! if a character you want is not listed, still ask! i’ll always try my best.

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lilliagradiewrites · 10 months

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too damned loud || jon snow x reader

In which you are in a secret relationship with Ned Stark’s bastard, and he is terrible at hiding it.

Not my gif: created by @jonsource.

Time Period: Before Season 1 begins. Jon is 18, reader is 18.

Pronouns: she/her, afab reader ( I am willing to rewrite with other pronouns if requested.)

Content/Warnings: nothing worse than what’s in the show. young jon, sweet youthful relationship shit, sexual activity but no actual smut, exhibitionism if you squint.

WC: 791 (blurb)

(this has not been proofread. read at your own discretion <3)

Author’s Note: Hello my darlings! It has been such a long time and I am so incredibly sorry. I swear I plan on eventually returning to consistent posting, but I have had one of the busiest and most stressful two year of my life. Thank you guys for supporting me and being so kind to my content in my absence, you are all incredible and I appreciate you. I will, hopefully, be posting content similar to what many of you follow me for: harry styles and jj maybank. both will be making appearances soon, i promise! for now, though, you’ll get a cutie little jon snow fic because this character is actually the love of my life. if you haven’t watched game of thrones yet, do it. please god. then come read this.

love you forever, thanks for being here.

Hope y’all love this. It’s good to be back.

It had been almost ten years since you had known Jon Snow, and yet you somehow learn new things about the boy each and every day.

Yesterday, you learned that Jon Snow just didn’t like colors. Generally.

Last week, you learned that Jon hated hunting. Despite being skilled with various kinds of weaponry, the northerner found the activity to be deathly boring.

Six months ago, you learned that he actually did have a heart, and it was full of thoughts of you.

You also learned that day that the bastard boy is a skilled kisser as well.

Today, you learned that Jon Snow is incredibly stupid.

The discovery was not something you hadn’t considered before, yet today’s actions were a confirmation of the idea. You were walking down the halls of Winterfell, heading towards the courtyard from your bedchambers, when you were suddenly swept off your feet into a nearby door- then swiftly pressed against it.

A pair of soft lips and a stubbled chin pressed against you in a passionate kiss, and it wasn’t difficult to piece together what had happened.

As your heart slowed its pace and the realization set in, you pulled abruptly away from the embrace and lightly pushed your boy off you.

“Jon! Are you mad? I nearly died of fright, what is wrong with you? Anyone could have seen!”

Jon smirked, placing his hands back in their home on your waist and pulling himself closer into you. “I only wanted to kiss my beautiful girl.”

“Jon, anyone could have seen us. Anyone could walk through this door and we’d be caught. Is that what you want?”

Jon kissed your cheek and began moving his way down your throat, pressing his lips softly into your skin. The touch was feather light, but it sent shivers down your back all the same.

“I want you.” He mumbled against your neck, moving his hands slowly up and down your sides.

Though it took all your strength not to melt and sink into his familiar touch, you stood your ground. “Not here, Jon. We’ll be found.”

“Let them find us.” He growled. His movements became faster and less delicate. He was losing patience, and you were losing your willpower.

“Jon!” You exclaimed, making a weak attempt to resist his efforts.

“Y/n!” He mimicked, almost groaning your name into your skin.

“Will you please quiet down? They’ll hear you in the Red Keep, you are too damned loud.”

Jon chuckled, mouthing his way over your collarbones as he pulls your dress slowly from your shoulders. “I don’t think you can talk about being loud, my love.”

Your cheeks flushed pink and you remained silent until a sharp gasp was pulled from you as Jon began to suck and bite on the crook of your neck. “Jon, please-” You breathed out, not entirely sure what it is you were begging for.

Jon didn’t reply, but continued his actions, slowly speeding up as he pulled your dress lower.

“Jon..” Your voice still carried apprehension, though you’d almost surrendered entirely to your boyfriends’ advances.

Jon continued on with a passion, kissing and sucking and pulling on your damned dress.

You were moments away from giving in, until you caught the sound of footsteps headed down the corridor on the other side of the door. “Jon!” You whisper-shrieked, the intensity in your voice finally halting his actions. He pulled immediately away from you, looking into your eyes as he waited for you to speak. Though he liked to mess with you, Jon would never forgive himself if he actually hurt you or overstepped in any fashion.

“Jon, I cannot explain to you how I wish we didn’t have to stop, but we do. We will be caught. I am a wardess, Jon, have you forgotten? They might send me away from Winterfell if they know we are together before my father’s sentence is through. We cannot do this here.”

Jon nodded, a look of guilt washing over his face. The poor thing immediately felt as though you were angry at him, and began murmuring earnest apologies into your neck as he helped you redress.

You took both of his hands in yours, halting him and pulling him close. “I’m not angry at you, darling. I’m only trying to keep us together. I will be angry at you if you do not meet me in your chambers in five minutes and finish what you started.” Jon paused again, stopping in his tracks, overwhelmed by your words. You took the opportunity to fix your dress, reach behind you, and grasp the door handle.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before smirking and exiting through the door behind you, leaving Jon open-mouthed in the room.

Author’s Note: AHHH there it is! My cute little return to tumblr. I hope all my Jon Snow sluts enjoyed this one. If you don’t, stay tuned for other content. I love you all. You mean the world to me.

See you in the next one. Send requests- I want to write what y’all want to read!

LOVES YOU, -lillie

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spxllcxstxr · 2 years

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Jon thinks constantly about battle and you need to persuade him to finally rest

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rhaenyra-storms · 1 year

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I cant stop thinking about having a threesome w robb stark and jon snow😭😭😭😭😭

LIKE IMAGINE HAVING BOTH OF THE KINGS OF THE NORTH DOWN AT THEIR KNEES FOR YOU.

valid omgg!! i can totally understand you like that just sounds so good holy shit

I mean, they’re both great lovers individually, but to have them both with you? That is something different again, something even better perhaps. And I know they would worship you every second of the time spent with you.

And to feel their hands all over your during sex? That’s gonna feel so good. To have one of them behind you, touching you, while the other one kisses you. Or to have one of them fuck you while you suck the other one off. And believe me, they would not rest until you got as much enjoyment as possible out of that threesome.

They’re gonna take their time with you, trying out different positions and ideas. It would never get boring and they do everything with such precision that you’re basically melting in their arms.

got more for thirsty thursday? send it in here

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missnedge · 2 years

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Miss and Edge's fandom list

Below is lists for Miss and Edge of series/chracters you can request fics, or headcanons for.

Miss

The Witcher (2019-2022-): Unfortunately I only know the show as of right now, hopeful to read or play a game in the near future. Character X Reader/OC or Character/Reader(oc)/Character. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons

Geralt of Rivia

Yennefer

Dandelion

Stranger Things (2016-2022-): Will only write the following character for smut, all of these can be Character(s) X Reader/OC or the Ship. All other characters for other formats. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Steddie, Steddie X Reader

Harringrove, Harringrove X Reader

Mungrove, Mungrove X Reader

Ronance

Arcane (2021-): Character X Reader/OC, will consider certain ships. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Jinx

Caitlyn Kiramman

Viktor

Silco

Vander

A Court of Thorns and Roses+ : Character X Reader/OC, I will take considerations for other characters but it might be biased. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Cassian

Nesta

Lucien

Feyre X Rhysand X Reader

Azriel X Rhysand’s Sister

Game of Thrones: Character X Reader/OC only, will not contribute to cannon incest. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Daenerys Targaryen

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Daario Naharis

Yara Greyjoy

Jaime Lannister

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

BBC Merlin (2008): Character X Reader/OC. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Merlin

Arthur Pendragon

Gawain

Morgause

Guinevere

Morgana

X-men: Character X Reader/ OC. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons

First Class/Days of Future Past/Apocalypse:

Erik Lensherr/ Magneto

Raven/ Mystic

Charles Xavier/ Professor X

Havok

Jean Grey

American Horror Story: Character X Reader/OC, Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Elizabeth Johnson

Rudolph Valentino

Natacha Rambova

Donovan

AU’s: Ghostface, Zombie, Apocalypse, Vampire, Camp

Miss will not: Write for or about children or Age Play characters that are not adults. Write or contribute to incest in fandom or canon.

My promise as a writer I will continually edit my fiction to ensure all possible triggers and/or warnings are at the top of each post. I do believe that all characters I will write about or for, have an opportunity for growth or redemption. Otherwise I would not be comfortable writing about them. I think this is an amazing way for us as fans to be creative and as imaginative as possible. Therefore I will also aside from requests have OC, series and other blurbs or headcanons I’d like to post or accomplish. I can’t wait to read and hear feedback in a safe, habitable way in the near future.

Masterlist

Edge

Transformers (clarify which version, like bayverse, prime, ect..)

Will only do character/reader (Cybertronian, human, or cyborg reader)

My Hero Academia

Will do Character/reader, and open to certain ships

Undertale

Will do Character/reader, including AUs (Monster or human reader) (I will not do insest with any of the skelebros)

SCP/Cryptids

Only open to /readers

Creepypastas

Only open to /readers, unless its Character/reader/Character

Attack on Titan