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JON SNOW ☆ DATING HCS
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It would probably take him a while to trust you if you hadn't known him very long.
If you grew up with or close to the Starks he tried to befriend you before Robb did
He would always be scared that he would steal your heart away
You would spend hours mocking the men and women of the courts
When Robert Baratheon came to visit you both sat outside taking the piss out of all the Lords and ladies and any twat who dared speak low of either of you.
Tyrion Lannister defos assumed u were a couple and when you told him otherwise, he just shook his head.
Catelyn would probably despise you for being so close to him.
Ned would love you though, thanking the gods silently that the boy had someone by his side.
He would probably have kissed you before he left for the nights watch and spent his nights wondering whether leaving you was worth it all.
When you eventually found your way back to him it was rather chaotic.
You were probably interrogated by tormund on arrival
Atleast until Jon saw you, never forgetting your face.
You probably punched him square in the face and then proceeded to have a huge, westeros equivalent of Oscar worthy, makeput session infront of everyone.
Ghost, when not growling at random twats, would act like a second protector when Jon wasn't by your side.
Arya either loves you or hates you
Sansa is, just like her father was, happy Jon has someone.
Bran doesn't care. He's too busy wheeling around doing seven eyes Sparrow shit or whatever he called it.
You and Davos defos spend ages tryna talk some sense into him.
He always seems to be holding you in some way
Whether it be your arm, hand, waist. He would probably play with your hands or you hair often.
Is always bloody staring
Like never stops
His eyes are for you and only you
Takes. You. Everywhere.
Like no debates. He goes, you follow. Or vice versa.
He took you with him to meet with ramsay and if he made any comment whatsoever it was straight up a routine by now.
Death stare, holds onto you twelve times tighter, kills the offender within 24 hours.
Loves it when you fall asleep on him because he's happy you feel safe with him.
Head kisses.
Need I say more?
Everywhere anytime.
Head. Fucking. Kisses.
Walking past. Head kiss.
Sat next to him at dinner. Head kiss.
In an extremely serious situation requiring your full attention. Head kiss.
Dying. Head kiss.
It's like his fucking bread and butter.
When you first met daenerys it was bad vibes.
Like very bad.
No clue why she just doesn't sit right with you.
Either grows to love you or ends up hating you with a passion.
No in-between.
He dreams of having a normal life.
He would want three kids, two boys and girl so they could protect their sister.
Maybe another direwolf or four. One for each and one for you.
Can't sleep when you aren't next to him.
Teaches you to sword fight extremely early on in your relationship.
If you were ill or pregnant he would never leave your side.
Never ever ever never.
He's convinced that you could have a hundred children and you would still be the person he loves most in the world.
Would do anything for you.
Minors DNI below this line.
NSFW ❤️🔥❤️🔥 (implied female reader)
Worships you like no one else
Touching you always.
Passes it off for his hand on your back but in reality he's secretly caressing your ass, or will have his arms under your cloak, passing it off as a hug, and will gently squeeze your boobs.
Neck kisses.
His favourite thing in the world.
Loves to leave marks on you wherever he can.
Has definitely kissed every inch of your body
Gives no fucks about scars or hair or anything of the sort.
Boobs.
Lives laughs loves your boobs.
Will lay with his face buried in them at any time.
Minor inconvenience? Someone was being a twat? He's tired?
Boob pillow.
Will eat you out for hours.
Insatiable.
You have any problems at all? Sit on his face.
If he's had a bad day he will legit just stuff his face between your thighs.
His fave place.
Says that if you suffocated him it would be an amazing way to go.
Probably prefers giving but he will never say no to receiving.
His dick is probs like 6-7 inches.
Takes tormunds advice very seriously.
Loves to see how many fingers you can take before he stuffs you.
Will go for as many rounds as you need.
Always a gentleman, making sure your comfortable and that your satisfied.
Cockwarming he loves.
Cuddles afterwards.
He will slide out of you and pull you onto on him, pulling the blankets up and wrapping his body around yours.
Calls you love but with his gorgeous deep voice.
Has a sexy asf morning voice.
He's so whipped for you he can't function somedays.
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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: Does anyone still like Jon Snow? Watching the House of the Dragon has reignited my interest in Game of Thrones. Tbh I never really liked Jon because he was too goody-goody for me. I love morally grey, chaotic characters. But then having one character who embodies the best a king could be, gave Jon Snow this weird dynamic? Idk I’m still pissed at the writers ...
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ISFP
Gryffindor
Lawful Good
Capricorn Sun, Virgo Moon, Sagittarius Rising
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⭑ You weren’t really courted by Jon. Or had an official conversation about your relationship. You were just so grounding for Jon; you were a highlight in his life, a hope, a spark.
⭑ You excited him. Not like the other traditional, gruff people he’s been around his entire life. But someone with ideas - with dreams.
⭑ You’re the only person Jon Snow feels comfortable enough with to unload his problems. You’re like another advisor, along with Ser Davos.
⭑ Tormund had a crush on you when he first met you (I think this man is infatuated with anyone he comes in contact with...) You guys have similar personality traits, although you’re a tad more rational than him.
⭑ You give Jon knew ideas; about the war, battles, relationships with other Lords, and friendships
⭑ Sansa wanted you two to get together so badly. She knew you would be perfect for Jon
⭑ She would create outfits for you, and make them with similarities to Jon’s.
⭑ I actually think Sansa would ask you to be her advisor.
⭑ You’re definitely more chaotic than Jon - maybe unhinged is the word? The quote, ‘is this the hill you want to die on?’ doesn’t exist for you. You on’t brush away a problem. You’re stubborn and determined. And I think that’s what Jon loves about you.
⭑ Watching him in battles is gut-wrenching. You feel like the world will end if something happens to him.
⭑ Jon never tells you what to do, he wouldn’t dare. But if there’s a threat, he’ll shove you into safety, if it meant that you would be mad at him forever.
⭑ He loves imagining you two growing old together
⭑ He’s a great cuddler; absolutely engulfing you in furs and his warm body. All you feel is contentedness.
⭑Jon is stubborn himself; very much so. He likes his partner to be tough - to be ready to stand their ground.
⭑ “Can you hold this for me?” You have a closed fist as you walk next to Jon.
“Sure,” he responds without hesitation, opening his hand, palm upwards.
“Thanks,” you slide your hands into his. Jon chuckles, and your stomach soars.
⭑ Getting Jon to smile, laugh, and even chuckle, feels like a huge accomplishment. Like you’re such a special person because you made Jon Snow, the moody, grumpy, stoic man, laugh.
⭑ You always feel protected. Even if Jon isn’t around. He never leaves you feeling alone, and the way the men love Jon, they feel the same about you. Whoever Jon chooses to be his s/o is like being accepted by everyone.
⭑ Jon isn’t big on PDA, but he will give you swift yet meaningful kisses; either on your lips or cheek.
⭑ You absolutely adore Ghost; you give the direwolf more attention than Jon does.
⭑ Jon is always so chivalrous; he’s the epitome of a gentleman.
⭑ Arya likes that you can hold your ground. She admires people who are strong, and she loves that you’re apart of the family. She couldn’t see Jon with anyone else
Relationship Tropes:
Always Does the Right Thing, By the Book x Stuff the Rules, They Were Made to Be Broken
It’s Alright They’re Just Being An Asshole x I WILL KILL THEM HOW DARE THEY SAY THAT TO YOU
Both Having So Much Trauma That No One Else Gets It But The Other
NSFW🔞
minors dni!
⭑ Jon Snow is a tender lover. He’s gentle but firm, making you feel safe and well cared for.
⭑ He may not have the most experience, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. Hot breath, quick kisses, and light bites are a flurry around you.
⭑ He likes to thrust deep inside you, making you quiver and whine.
“You’re too big Jon,” you whimper trying to look over your shoulder at him.
⭑ When Jon wants to have soft, sensual sex - he’ll choose missionary. But when he wants a rough fuck, then he likes doggy.
⭑ He does like it when you bite his nipples and yank on his hair. He does like to be the submissive partner. Especially when you make him call you sir/ma’am/master etc
⭑ He would totally be into blindfolds and ropes. But he’s the one being tied up and blindfolded. He loves giving the power to you
⭑ (this is female reader) And he has such a breeding kink. Usually, he doesn’t think about kids, he wouldn’t want to bring them into such a world. But with your naked bodies, all he can think about is pushing his seed deep inside you.
⭑(this is male reader) Jon likes to be the top; but after getting used to being with a man. He’ll be more comfortable with the thought of being bottomed. I think he would like the feeling since he has so much responsibility on his shoulders. It’s like you’re unburdening him.
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Hello!
Could I request a Jon Snow x female reader, where she is a seamstress for the Stark family and they become friends and talk during her visits to Winterfell and slowly become lovers?
A PATCHWORK OF BLOOD AND BATTLES
- you are a fighter, and so seems to be the needle stuck in your thumb. and, of course, the man that unintentionally put it there (jon snow x fem!seamstress!reader ⚠️ mentions of blood and a needle-based injury).
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a/n - this took absolutely forever to finish i’m so sorry 😭 i think this request was from literal months ago, but here you are!! i love this concept so much, i hope you don’t mind my artistic liberties :)
You have fought for everything in your life. For your right to simply exist in the same world as the nobles, for your trade, and most importantly, you have fought for yourself. You have climbed the ranks of peasantry with chipped nails and a needle, asking for more and getting less. Now, you have won. At least, you have won as much as the earth beneath your feet will allow you to win. You are a seamstress for one of the most prominent families in Westeros, and as you patch a hole in a fancy evening dress, you can’t help but smile.
The night is dark, but you are not unfamiliar with the flicker of a candle flame. Snow falls lightly outside, and the wind rustles your hair as it sneaks through your open window. As you thread your needle through the lacy fabric, your door slams open.
Your eyes widen as the needle between your fingers is driven straight into your thumb, sending a shooting pain through your entire hand. You let out a sharp yelp, clutching your injury. Who in the gods’ good name was slamming doors at this hour? And why the hell didn’t they warn you?
The thumb clenched between your hand is throbbing and dripping red around the needle still stuck in the middle of it. You look up at the man who startled you, eyes burning with distaste.
It’s him. Lord Stark’s bastard child, the one that sits alone at feasts. And the one that comes to you with sword slashes in his vests.
“May I help you?” You ask. Your finger is still in burning hot pain.
In truth, you have grown to like him. He is also someone who has fought for his status, though his came with a lot more cushion. You recognize the burn in him, the drive that your own eyes carry. He will do great things someday; you’re sure of it.
He looks at you like your hand is made of dragonfire. “Sorry.”
You press your lips into a thin line. You need to keep him on your good side if you wish to keep your job.
You tuck your hand behind your back, hoping he just drops off whatever garment he needs repaired and leaves you to nurse your sores. Unluckily for you, he is a gentleman.
He moves to kneel beside you, dark curls almost glowing in the dim lighting. He looks positively angelic as he reaches for your hand.
“My lord?”
“Allow me to help.” He utters, voice as soft as the wind. He is an honorable man, you cannot deny it. You have seen him in the courtyards during your visits to the castle. He is always improving and always helping others do the same. He gets it from his father, you assume.
You comply with his urges, slightly in fear that you will lose your position if you do not. That worry is always in the back of your head. Will sewing this neckline a millimeter too short cost you your life? Is this cuff good enough for Lady Stark? Are you up to the task? Your thoughts almost consume you long enough to not notice Jon Snow pulling the needle out of your finger.
Almost. You feel a sharp sting of pain, but you bite your tongue. He swiftly wraps the undershirt in his hand around yours. For a brief moment, his rough hands brush the tip of your pinky finger. You have never felt anything so electrifying.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up like the angels have come for your body at long last. When he pulls away, your thumb shouts with new pain, but all you can focus on is the memory of his hand. You shake your head.
“Shall I call the maester?” He asks, ever the responsible one. You wave your good hand.
“I will be alright, my lord. I will wash and patch your shirt, if you wish.” You don’t exactly love the idea of taking the pressure off of your wound, but you must be willing to sacrifice your own comfort in this moment to assure your future.
He stands, and an owl outside hoots. His eyes flicker to the window, then back down to you. “Don’t worry about it. Keep the thing.”
This shocks you. It shouldn’t, but it does. He is being kind to you. For the first time in a long while, someone is being kind to you.
“I mustn’t, my lord.” You speak, hesitantly standing up next to him.
“It’s no trouble. I insist.” His voice is smooth, and the sound tickles your ears. You think you could hear him speak all night if you ever had the opportunity. Something in you wishes you did.
You nod slowly. It would be rude to further refuse it. That’s what you tell yourself, at least. You hope it is not the fact that you suddenly hope your finger never stops bleeding.
Jon turns to leave, exiting just as swiftly as he had come. You clutch his shirt, heart beating wildly in disbelief of what just happened. In that moment, you suddenly decide that you have another thing to fight for.
Gods, did you fight for it. You took every opportunity to see him, and it worked like a well-oiled hinge. From patching more sword slashes to custom-tailoring a pair of riding pants, you were able to take any of his sewing work off of your coworkers’ hands. And through that, you began to learn why exactly he was fighting.
He often sat in your quarters while you worked, and you were beyond glad for the company. Eventually, he began to open up as beautifully as a flower in spring.
He was neglected and outright hated by Lady Stark, as he was the bane of her married life. He wishes to take the black and become a watcher of the wall. Most importantly, he does everything possible to maintain what little honor he has in his family.
Like you, he is a fighter.
Sometimes, in the quiet night, words spill from his mouth like he has never held them back. You do the same. And every once in a while, very softly, he takes your hands in his larger ones and whispers that he will fight only for you.
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Jon Snow with a Pregnant Wife:
GAME OF THRONES
Summary: Jon Headcanons, very fluffy
A/N: I believe this was inspired by someone else’s idea, but I could not locate the original post. also I’m so sorry if this is shit, soft jon makes me so happy though
He would not let you pick up a god damn thing if he was around
Yes, he knows you are a very strong and capable woman, that’s one of the reasons he loves you
But you are now his wife bearing his child, and he isn’t about to risk losing either of you in any circumstance.
So he’ll draw you a hot bath, bring you any meals your craving, and make sure you’re wrapped up in the coziest furs against the cold snow of the north
He even does the trick where he wrapped his arms around you from behind and will gently lift up your belly for a few minutes, taking the pressure off of your poor body
He’s also very proud at the fact his beautiful wife is pregnant and glowing, but this also makes him very protective
If there is any risk of battle around, he makes sure you have the highest security and wants reports from his men that you’re safe and healthy
Everyone under his command knows that there would be hell to pay if anything was to happen to Jon Snow’s wife
And when it’s just the two of you alone in bed, he likes to pepper your stomach in soft kisses and mumble sweet things to the babe inside you
He turns into such a softie, sometimes it takes you off guard
You can tell that that little one touches something deep in his heart
As a bastard himself, he’s made it up in his mind that this child will be loved and taken care of to the best of his ability, to make sure they know they’re Father will always have their back
Obviously this makes you emotional, so when you shed tears over how touching he is, he apologizes and comforts you
Those strong hands wipe away the tears on your cheeks, and places kisses all over your face this time
You couldn’t be more proud of the father he is now, and what he will become
When you finally go into labor one day, he is pacing outside of the door like a madman
Everytime he hears you wail, pain goes through his heart
He knows you’ll be okay, you’re tough and admirable, but his brain can’t help but think about complications
If something happens, he can’t protect you this time
His knowledge pales when it comes to child birth, he isn’t a Maester, maybe he should get Sam’s advice
And when he finally hears the cries of a healthy babe and the cooing of your hoarse voice, tears run down his face
It gets even worse when they let him in and his blurry vision lands on your naked form clutching a tiny figure close to your chest
That sight, is everything he could have dreamed of and more
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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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Hi Fatima !!!!
I’m new to your blog but I’ve read a few works and I am so glad that I happened to stumble upon it !! Your writing is gorgeous and I can’t wait to read more of it !
That being said is there any way I could request a yandere Jon snow x reader fic where we see his jealous side ?? Maybe he saw reader getting close with a friend and he panicked and confessed his love for reader and what he does when seeing that reader sorta distanced herself from him because she the unhealthy attachment he had with her ? How would he react ? And could there be some smut if your comfortable writing it ??
Again , your writing is so wonderful. I shall love anything you put out ! I hope you’re having a wonderful day/night whenever you get this !! Take care of yourself and remember that you matter !!
Thank you once again ,
-H
Yandere Jon Snow x Reader - Jealousy
Gender neutral, ambiguous race, and size neutral reader
a/n: You’re never responsible for anyone’s mood or happiness. There’s a difference between being a good friend and people pleasing. It’s hard, but put yourself first.
You and Jon have been close friends for years, through thick and thin.
And as you two grew older, his obsession grew with him.
At first, he didn’t even notice it. You guys spent a majority of your time together, so he thought nothing of it when he felt the growing need to be around you every waking moment.
Of course, his unchecked pining sharpened like a dagger with each passing day, and it would finally stab him right through the chest when he saw how friendly you were with Sam.
It wasn’t a one-time occurrence either, you and Sam had been hanging out more often lately and Jon didn’t know how to act.
In a moment of foolishness, he pulled you aside and vomited all of the pent up feelings he had.
“Y/N, I’ve loved you for so long, you mean everything to me. Without you, there’s no reason for me to exist. I would do anything for you, and I don’t want to ever lose you.” Jon was breathless by the end of it, trying to calm his pounding heart as his eyes glossed over with tears of heartache.
Nobody moved. We didn’t even chuckle. Was this supposed to be romantic? You thought, but you just gave an awkward smile, trying to appease your delusional friend as best you could.
In all honesty, his behavior scared you.
You don’t know how to take the confession, you loved him-- but only as a dear friend. You saw him as a brother, really.
Ever since that confession, things had an undercurrent of unease. You were wary around him now, and he could sense that.
There were sparks between you-- but not the romantic kind; they were sparks of fear that tainted the air, and Jon could taste that fear.
With each passing day, your relationship got progressively worse. You were slowly distancing yourself from Jon, instead seeking solace in Sam. Because of this, Jon’s initial self-loathing was churning into loathing against you.
Didn’t he do the right thing? The courageous thing? Why couldn’t you understand how hard it was for him to confess?
Why couldn’t you see how much you were hurting him?
Jon knows that he’ll never get you back if he comes off too strong-- he’s learned that lesson from his wretched confession-- so he falls back on his strongest weapon.
He knows how much of a sucker you are for that meek, vulnerable boy you always see in him. So he uses that to his advantage.
A couple weeks after the confession, you’d be hanging around Sam having a friendly conversation and Jon would walk over to you with this solemn look-- brows arched up, lips pulled down, and his black eyes wider than ever.
In the softest voice he could muster, Jon asks you: “Could we talk privately?”
You nearly had a heart attack from his expression, so you didn’t think twice about agreeing.
“Do you hate me?” Jon asks once you two are alone. His voice cracked on the word ‘hate’. He knew how to play this game too well.
“No, of course not!” Your frantic response wasn’t enough for him, Jon was about to have a meltdown. “I love you, Jon. I could never hate you, it’s just-”
You stopped midway. You were about to tell Jon how unhealthy abrupt his confession was but he was already crying.
The guilt crushed you like a boulder, and you were stunned into silence. All you could do was pull him into your arms and soothe him. If only you knew that you were the one that was being lured into his trap.
“Don’t cry, Jon. I would never leave you.” You pet his hair as he cried into your shoulder.
Ever since then, you felt that Jon’s overall happiness and mood was your responsibility.
You’re constantly afraid that anything might set him off and finally push him to the edge-- one time Jon caught you talking to another guy and that night, he got all depressed and talked about how you don’t truly love him and that he’d be better off dead-- that manipulative piece of shit.
His mood swings are terrifying; you’re stuck in a dance with a devil and you can’t stop until you die.
Jon conditioned you to have him as your one and only priority-- his happiness, his wants.
But all this extra responsibility takes a toll on your mental and emotional wellbeing, causing you to go into a depressive state within a few months, but Jon couldn’t be happier because your depressive state entailed for you to isolate yourself from anyone but him. You felt as if you had nobody but him.
It was a vicious cycle-- you carried an immeasurable burden placed on your shoulders by Jon himself so you start withering, but ironically, you run back to Jon for comfort. It’s a cycle that never ends.
By the time that 4 months have passed since the confession, you two have become nothing but two, lonely crows; depressed, shivering in the cold, and holding onto each other’s frozen bodies for warmth.
Death doesn’t scare you anymore, Jon does.
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ASoIaF/GoT Characters and If They’d See Barbie💗 or Oppenheimer💣 Part 1 (Starklings)
Warnings: slight spoilers for whether there's a war after A Game of Thrones/Game of Thrones season 1
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Ned Stark: Barbie and maybe Oppenheimer if it's accurate and doesn't shy away from acknowledging the horrors of war. He thinks the victims should be remembered enough, and that at least one of them should be a fully fleshed-out character.
Catelyn Stark: Both, a nice mirroring of her own world as both a woman and mother and the representing Lady of a great house in the midst of war
Robb Stark: Just give him a break from all the war and let him watch Barbie.
Jon Snow: Should Jon Barbie venture the journey into the unknown? What was he she even made for? Totally Barbie, but would go see Oppenheimer with the boys+Arya.
Theon Greyjoy: Oppenheimer, "Barbie's for girls." Maybe he'll sneek in for Margot Robbie or Ryan Gosling though 🤭
Sansa Stark: Barbie all the way with cute matching clothes and potentially making your own accessories or her making them for you.
Bran Stark: Barbie, I mean he likes climbing, but flying? Really cool.
Arya Stark: (Let's just ignore the fact that the showrunners made her misogynistic🙄.) Both. First of all: the meme! Yes, this might not be the most well-thought-out explanation a lady could give at the high table. She doesn't care. But on a more serious note, there have to be more movies about womanhood, and there should be more discussions of war technology.
Rickon: He's too young for Oppenheimer, so if at all, Barbie.
What do you think 🙂?
Part 2
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Yandere House Stark Headcanons
A/N: I ended up not doing Bran and Rickon only because I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later and they were a little difficult to write for. If you'd like to see headcanons for them I can definitely make another post for them, just let me know.
Let's say you are a low born person looking for refuge in Winterfell after your village was sacked by Wildlings. You had hoped to find some tavern to hold up in or even a brothel, but unbeknownst to you the Stark family kept an eye on newcomers. When they received news of your arrival, they requested your presence. It was only to talk about the possibility of nearby Wildlings, but when YOU showed up beaten and scared for your life- how could they not offer their Stark hospitality?
This is where the yandere tendencies begin.
Ned Stark, as a yandere, is protective and definitely has a savior complex. He's an honorable and just man that can't help but bring home strays, so when he sees you it's like finding Jon all over again. A deep sense of responsibility comes over him and he knows in that moment that you are just as much his as any of his kids. From that day forward he assigns a room for you in the castle and a handmaiden to keep you company, not that you'll be needing it. The family of course is shocked at his sudden interest, but they all love to see him happy and nothing makes him more happy than seeing you taken care of.
Now Catelyn is initially worried that Ned has taken a romantic interest in you, but when she sees the way you both interact she understands the fatherly bond he is trying to create very similar to his own kids. It didn't take long for her to fall into her own yandere tendencies; checking in on you in the mornings, making prayer wheels even when you're not sick, helping in the kitchen to make sure your food was perfect ( and not poisoned). She takes her role as your surrogate mother very seriously,sometimes to the extent of watching you sleep or ordering guards to discreetly watch over you and report back. Her biggest worry is that you'll be taken away from them so she takes extra precautions to keep you safe.
Robb is head over heels for you instantly. Man is down bad. Much like his father, Robb has a savior complex and finds himself wanting to be YOUR savior always. He does this by training extra hard with Jon, keeping an eye on you at all times, and giving threatening looks to any man or woman who gets too close to you. He doesn’t mean to scare away any potential friends but he does mean to scare away potential lovers. He couldn’t bear to see you with anyone outside the family, and even then he has a sword up his butt about it.
On the other hand, Jon takes a while to warm up to you. He loves his family and is vicious to outsiders who could harm them. Eventually, seeing how you interact with everyone makes him a tad jealous. Not of you, but of his family and how easily they can approach you. I definitely see Jon as an overprotective/stalker yandere with strong jealous tendencies that make him beg for your approval. He finds himself wherever you are, lurking in the background, waiting for the right moment to catch you alone. Jon feels like himself around you and the more time you spend together the more addicted to your presence he becomes.
Theon is hands down THE worshiper of the group. It's a hot take for sure but as a yandere, I see Theon's insecurities and fears taking over, slightly similar to reek!Theon. He sees you as a deity, above the Lords and Ladies, even above the King/Queen themself. If it were up to him he'd be the one giving you your meals, running your baths, standing by your side as guard. He cherishes your very presence and hopes one day you'll see his never ending loyalty to you and only you.
Sansa is very quiet about her obsession, you almost couldn't tell. She's the perfect friend, always sitting next to you at meals, gossiping about the Lords and Lady's of court, and helping you stock your wardrobe. Whatever hobby you choose to pick up, she's always there to praise you in your efforts and guide you in whatever way she can. She especially loves teaching you how to embroider as it's her specialty. It was all but normal until you came upon her private journal filled with both your names in beautiful cursive surrounded by hearts. You begin to notice the closeness she silently demands, eyeing everyone else to stay away. You see the way she longingly watches you from afar when you choose to spend time with anyone else. And your dresses, that you both so carefully picked out, seem to have a little embroidered "SS" on the nape of your neck.
Arya sees you as her golden older sibling, the one who can do no wrong. She is constantly dragging you around Winterfell - riding horses and trying to shoot arrows (and failing lol). She finds comfort within you, the only person who doesn't expect anything of her except to be herself. And for that she will never leave your side. Most nights you'll find her trying to sneak into your room to share a bed, but whether she can get past the guards Ned and Catelyn have posted outside your door is another story.
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dad jon snow headcanon with a targaryen!reader? i love that we have a new got writer and hotd! ♡
father's love. | jon snow
❝ pairing: jon snow x targaryen!reader.
❝ summary: what would jon snow be like having children with you, his beautiful dragon wife.
❝ warning: mentions of sex and innuendo, worried and scared jon.
❝ note: i really love the orders with targaryen!reader, thank you very much for leaving your request, i hope you leave one again and you like this. first post! ♡
★, when you tell jon that you're pregnant.
at first you had your doubts, you didn't know if it was just a delay or you were with a child.
but when you decided to approach your dragon and this approached, sniffed and caressed your belly, everything became clear to you.
you were with a child.
you had talked to him before about the children, his children. jon was insecure, he didn't want them to do to his child the same thing they did to him.
but you always assured him that his children would also be targaryens, they carried the blood of the dragon and the wolves, son of the king of the north.
jon smiled and took you by the waist, kissing you and affirming that having three children with you would be a blessing from the gods.
so at night, when you were already taking off your clothes to sleep, you feel familiar hands undoing the strings of your dress while leaving kisses on your neck, you know that it is now when you should tell him.
"jon" you called him, and you felt how his inner wolf wanted to come out. you only called him that in two situations, when you were angry or when you wanted to have sex.
"yes, my beautiful wife?" he asked with his thickest voice, knowing what he provoked in you, you laughed at how his breath crashed into your neck and his cold hands went into your bare back.
"we can't do this right now, my love" you tell him as you turn around and place your hands on his neck, massaging it. a small smile appears on your lips when you see his confused face.
"i did something wrong?" he asked and you laugh, shaking your head and watching your husband's eyes widen at his smile, admiring your beautiful purple eyes. "nothing wrong, sweet husband. it's just not appropriate when i'm with a baby" you finally said.
you watch as he opens his mouth to say something but closes it immediately, the information reaching his brain slowly. his hands become lighter on your waist and his eyes become even smaller and watery.
"are you sure?" he asks with a voice that shakes, but his hands travel smoothly to your still flat stomach. "i didn't believe it until rhaegon proved it to me, i trust my dragon's judgment" you answered him and smiled, jon wasted no time in gently cupping your face and kissing you, his hands now caressing your stomach.
"i'm the happiest man in westeros, we're going to have a little pup" he says and smiles at you, showing you his beautiful silver pearls. "he'll be a dragon" you tell him, but jon shakes his head, taking now by the waist and sitting on the bed.
he crouches before you and brings his face close to your stomach, kissing him "you're a wolf, aren't you? you make me the happiest man in the world, my little pup" you smile caressing his curls, letting him call your baby a puppy.
★, when your puppy is growing up.
jon loves to see how his puppy grows inside you every day and considers that seeing you in this condition is his greatest adoration.
shamelessly caress your belly or look at it affectionately when he doesn't have much time for you and his son.
but he's always watching you, he knows you're a fighter, but you carry his son inside, and now you're more vulnerable. he would kill whoever touched a single hair on you.
when he has all his time or puts his duties aside to pamper his wife and son, he can't stop adore you.
"you are beautiful" "our wolf grows healthy and strong thanks to you" "my beautiful wife" "i hope he has your dragon eyes" things like that are whispered in your ear while he caresses your belly and kisses your neck.
jon denies it sometimes, but he would love it if his son had your eyes and his dark hair.
but sometimes it scares him too, the thought of his son being called a bastard makes his blood boil. he can take it, but when it comes to his son, never.
he already has people under his eye who dared to call his son a bastard.
he also thinks about the names, he knows that he wants to name it ned or robb, you suggest combining it with a valyrian name. he likes them but ned and robb are always his first choices.
if it's a girl, he would like you to choose the name, he loves valyrian female names.
you have always loved your mother's name, rhaella, and he would like his daughter to be named after the woman who gave him the love of his life.
he is not very interested if it is a girl or a boy, it is his and he will love it, with his being.
jon tries to always be easy on you when he's stressed, he never blows up on you. he already knows how your emotions are and knows that making you cry is his worst sin.
so, when some assembly goes wrong and some lord insults him for not responding to his request, he just enters his chambers and sits behind you, feeling how his wolf kicks in response to his touch and smiling on your neck. he loves that feeling too much.
it also comforts you when something stresses you out or makes you cry.
like your impossibility of being able to give a dragon egg to your son.
you've always dreamed of being able to see your child grow up with a dragon, but thanks to the disappearance of dragons and the fact that both your dragon and your younger sister's dragon, daenerys, are male, it prevents you from fulfilling that wish.
what makes you cry frequently.
and jon is there to comfort you.
"then he will have a direwolf, my love. don't worry, i'm sure that rhaegon will let our son ride him one day" he says and makes you feel good.
when he sees you standing, looking out the window, he always stands behind you and puts his hands under your belly, lifting it up to give you a rest. you love when he does that, it makes you overflow with love for him.
"i love when you let my poor back rest" you say as you sigh and rest your head on your shoulder, jon chuckles and lets your huge belly droop again. "jon!" you moan angrily and he lifts your belly again.
he only plays, but loves to give you breaks and massages, especially on your feet.
he is always protecting you, especially when it is time to sleep.
he has nightmares about how while he sleeps next to you, someone walks into the room and hurts you. you and his little wolf.
he couldn't take the blame.
that is why, when you sleep, he is always the one closest to the door. his chest against yours while one of your legs is on his hip, or your back against his chest while his hands cup your tummy.
he would rather something happen to him than to you, his loving wife and mother of his child.
★, when the time of birth comes.
the last time you approached the maester, he told you that the arrival of the heir to the north would come soon.
you and jon were looking forward to your son. the heir to the north and the iron throne.
jon was sitting in the weirwood tree one morning, thinking more deeply about the birth.
and if you died? or did they make him choose between you and his son?
he couldn't.
he couldn't allow someone to mercilessly cut you open and murder you. not in front of him.
so he asked, begged to the gods for your life and for his son.
"please give my son an easy birth, no pain for my wife, don't take her away, always leave her with me. i ask you to take care of my beautiful wife and my son. i lost her once and i don't plan to lose her again."
and when he finished asking for you and his son, a wind raised his curls, relaxing him immediately.
he knew that the gods had heard him.
his peace was interrupted by your servant, who ran towards him with sweat on her forehead and blood on her dress and hands.
"the queen is giving birth" he said in a rush, jon getting up quickly from the log. "is she in our room?" he asked and the maid nodded, he didn't even let her answer when he started to run to his wife.
the closer he was to the room, the more his heart beat, he was scared. he was scared for you. he loved you so much that the idea of your death only brings his as a consequence.
when he enter the room, he was already crying.
"jon" you said when you saw him come in, you were pacing around the room, trying to ease the contractions, your water had already broken, it was only a little more to start labor.
he came up to you and kissed you on the forehead, he walked with you by the hand until the time will come.
he knew his child was coming when you had to lean on him in pain. with the help of the midwives, he lifted you onto the bed and sat behind you, leaving your back with his chest while the midwives made you push.
it was the easiest birth he had ever witnessed, it was only three pushes and his baby came out.
his son began to cry and his eyes filled with tears, he watched as the midwives lightly cleaned him. "he's a boy, your grace. healthy and strong, like a wolf" said one of them, putting your son in your arms.
"ned" you whispered, caressing his cheek with your finger, which was almost the size of his face. "he's small" jon said and you laughed "my little wolf" Jon took your hand in his, reaching both hands towards ned.
ned's eyes widened at his parents' touch, jon didn't expect his eyes to be unique to a targaryen. purple eyes and perfectly black hair, small curlers were already visible.
"he's beautiful, just like his mother," he said, kissing the side of your head many times. "thank you" he said "why?" you asked, turning to look at him as jon took your hand and kissed your palm "for giving me a family."
★, what jon would be like with his son.
at first, he was afraid to touch him, that it would break.
but after his son took his finger in his little hand, he couldn't stop carrying it. he loved his little son ned and his wife.
jon walks ned through the gardens every day or takes him on horseback, he wants him to adapt to the environment that is winterfell.
but you always fill him with clothes that jon sometimes thinks his son even sees what's going on around him.
he introduced him to everyone a few days after his birth, naming him "ned, heir of the north"
you and he agreed that he should sleep with you, there are people who would harm their little son at the cost of everything.
so jon usually sleeps shirtless because he knows his son loves physical contact, he lays it on his chest while he strokes his head.
he loves to see how you fill his hungry son, and sometimes finds it funny how he takes so desperately from your breast.
"he's like his father" he says as he looks over your shoulder as his son desperately eats.
he protects his son with his very life, be it from people or words. he will not let his child be harmed or insulted.
jon is a great warrior with a sword, he knows how to use it with great agility, so he just lets his son ned watch him fight.
thanks to this, when ned was older, you found him several times imitating his father, leading him to be a better sword wielder than him.
he loves his family more than anything in the world, and having children with you is the best thing he has.
so, very soon, you will have a child in your belly again.
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Yandere House Stark Headcanons (Platonic)
"Winter is Coming." — House Stark.
❝ 🐺 — lady l: and another headcanon was made! Yay, I hope it turned out good and that you like it! Forgive me any mistakes. 💙
❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of murder, unhealthy platonic relationships, messy writing.
❝🐺pairing: yandere platonic!house stark x gender neutral!reader.
The Starks are one of the most, if not the most, loving families in Westeros. They are fiercely loyal and protect each other with wolf-like intensity and strength. They care for each other and love each other devotedly.
When you were brought into the care of this family, these feelings did not change, but only increased further and became unhealthy. That didn't matter, however, to any of them. They showed their fury towards anyone who dared to get too close to you or threatened you.
Ned was the one who brought you into the wings of his family. You were the child of an innkeeper who ended up being murdered by some thieves, while still a small child you were found by the Lord of Winterfell and he, compassionate about your situation, brought you to his home.
Catelyn didn't know how to react, at first, when she met you. She feared that you were another bastard child of her husband and that he had brought you to be raised just like Jon. But as soon as her husband told her the true story, Catelyn felt a weight lifted from her shoulders and she became closer to you.
Robb gave you a warm welcome. As soon as he met you, he picked you up, hugged you tightly and welcomed you to the family. He adored you immediately and didn't hesitate to treat you like a member of his family. Robb is overprotective and takes care of you like an older brother takes care of a younger one.
Sansa adored you, simple as that. Although a little skeptical of you, like her mother, any worries or reservations she had were gone the moment she laid eyes on you. You looked so small and helpless, her instincts were screaming at her to take care of you. Sansa found herself overwhelmed by this feeling.
Arya is probably the closest to you. She is bold and courageous, she adores you and loves spending time with you, constantly picking fights with others for your attention. Arya is somewhat possessive and gets irritated when attention is stolen from her. She absolutely loves you and loves taking you with her to get away from boring chores.
Bran is the calmest one in his family, he doesn't demand so much of your attention nor is he possessive, he takes everything he can, but his only demand is that you read to him. In return, he'll love reading to you or, if you are interested, teaching you how to climb. He is very calm and the least dangerous.
Rickon is the youngest and, in some ways, the most spoiled. He constantly wants your attention and is always fighting with Arya about it. He likes to follow you around Winterfell and snuggle into your arms. He is quite jealous and will sulk when someone steals you from him.
Jon didn't know what to think of you at first. On one hand he was jealous of seeing you receiving all the love he so desired, on the other hand he was happy to have you around, since he started to like you a lot as he got to know you better. Any animosity he had for you would be forgotten once his obsession consumed him. Jon is very overprotective and will fight anyone to protect you.
Benjen doesn't spend much time by your side because of the Wall, but the few times he visited Winterfell, he adored you and telling you stories or holding you in his arms were his favorite things to do with you.
Ned didn't know things would come to this level. He knew his family would care and love you, but he didn't know how much. He even tried to be rational, but it was no use, not when he found himself obsessed with you. Once you called him "dad", there was nothing more to be done. You were a Stark until your death.
Catelyn acts like a caring and protective mother, which she is. She loves to brush your hair, reading to you or just being by your side. She fulfills your every whim and can never scold you for something. In her eyes, you were her baby and you could do nothing wrong.
Robb and Jon are always fighting over you, although their fights are never serious, they still happen and it's always up to you how to resolve them. A hug and a kiss on the cheek usually does the trick. Robb wants to be your favorite brother and Jon wants your unconditional love.
Sansa and Arya fight more than their brothers, they both want your attention all the time and this always leads to more fights. It's usually Ned who solves them. Sansa wants you to brush her hair while she tells you something and Arya wants to play or train with you.
Bran and Rickon don't fight that much, but sometimes a disagreement can happen when you pay more attention to one. It usually resolves when you threaten them that if they don't stop fighting, they won't have you. They are quick to apologize and hug you.
The Starks are wolves and we all know how protective wolves are of their litter, of their family. They will be ready to eliminate any threat to you and they will do so with a smile. Nothing is more important than you to them. Once the Lannisters arrive, the Starks will be ready to show their claws.
After all, leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe.
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A quick Jon snow :)
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Headcanons for Yandere Cregan Stark, Robb Stark, and Jon Snow
TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, possessive/unhealthy/psychotic behavior, p in v sex, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader
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Cregan Stark
-you and cregan are childhood friends, you were sent to be fostered in winterfell when you were very young and he's always been extremely protective over you
-he insists that the safest place for you to be during the dance of the dragons is at his side because you're his dearest friend, so of course you listen to him and remain in winterfell rather than returning home as your family requests
-but as the war rages on, there's something very different about cregan
-he hardly leaves your side, insists on you sitting beside him at all his council meetings, keeps you tucked against him wherever he goes
-cregan's stare is as cold as the snow that covers the grounds of winterfell the minute any man so much as looks at you, you're his, you just don't know it yet, you're going to be his lover, his everything
-it's at its worse when prince jacaerys comes to visit to secure his loyalty for the blacks, because jace takes a liking to you; cregan begs his sister sara to flirt with jace, saying he can't lose you to this southron prince
-he's loved you since you were children and he's not going to let these targaryens and their family dispute take you from him, they can all go to the seven hells for all he cares
-cregan contacts your parents and formalizes the betrothal between you two, surprising you; you tell him that you feel like he's rushing into things but he doesn't care, with how tense everything is, he needs to be bound to you officially, he needs to know that you're going to be in his life no matter what
-cregan is not a violent yandere, but he can be very frightening to anyone who isn't you, he'll unsheathe his valyrian steel blade, the mighty ice, if he senses even the slightest hint of danger to you; in fact, he did this to jace, pulling out the sword as if just showing it to him in a friendly gesture
-it was really a warning, saying not to get any closer to you unless he has a death wish
-he successfully convinces you that he's the one who has your best interests at heart, that he's the one who loves and respects you and will do anything for you; this may all be true but he is biased; he believes it is in your best interest to be with him no matter what
-after the wedding, his yandere tendencies become far more evident, if he hardly let you out of his sight before, now he never does, always has an arm around your shoulders or a hand on your thigh, always touching you as if to remind others that you are his and he is yours
-is obsessed with the idea of creating a family with you, beautiful children that will further bind the two of you to each other
-he learns that you've been taking moontea, not wanting to give birth during the war, and that upsets him greatly
-he tosses the moontea aside, has the maester who provided it to you executed for treason, and tells you that you'd better prepare to bear his pups because he's about to breed you all night and make sure his seed quickens in your womb
Robb Stark
-you are betrothed to robb, a match set by lady catelyn and your parents, and your family is ecstatic that you're to be married to a king, the king in the north, no less, who has the reputation of being a very honorable and kind man
-when you meet robb, you find him attractive, certainly, but the way his eyes seem to rake over your body, the slight curl of his lips into a wolfish grin, you don't think this man is so very honorable as you've been led to believe
-for robb's part, it's love at first sight, or at the very least an infatuation that quickly grows into a fiery, all-consuming love
-he insists that during his campaign south that you be moved into his tent, with a separate cot of course for propriety's sake; but that he wants to be able to immediately come to your defense should the need arise
-he's the king, who's actually going to try and say no to that?
-you find yourself attracted to him and are quite easily persuaded to give him your maiden head, "we're as good as married anyway, my queen", he rumbles in your ear as he pounds into you, covering your mouth so that none of the others in the camp can hear the sweet little sounds that fall from your lips
-robb is a very very very jealous yandere and doesn't even want you to so much as look at another man when you're around him, it doesn't matter if they're related to you or not, if they're just your friend or not, you'd simply better not look at them unless you want robb to lop their heads off
-it's at its worst when he manages to take jaime lannister as a captive because the lannister man finds flirting with you to be quite entertaining
-robb actually has jaime brought into his tent and fucks you right in front of him to teach the captured lion a lesson, you're his wife and the next time jaime speaks to you, he promises that he'll have his tongue cut out, the next time he looks at you, he promises he'll have his eyes put out
-similarly to his ancestor, his yandere tendencies become even more pronounced after the two of you are wed; certainly the red wedding doesn't happen and robb lives on, with you as his beloved queen
-for all of his jealousy, his possessive nature, you love your king
-when the two of you return to winterfell after the north successfully declares its independence, a small, humble throne is built in the audience chamber of the castle, and he quite enjoys having you sit in his lap with his cock buried inside you while he sees his subjects, managing to hide the fact that he's fucking you senseless
-if anyone ever harmed you, he'd kill them with his bare hands, no hesitation, no mercy, you are the light of his life, his beloved, and he's already lost too much to ever lose you
-robb is obsessed with the idea of breeding you, loves it when you're with child because he knows the more children the two of you have and the more you love them, the harder it'll be if you ever try to leave him
Jon Snow
-jon meets you for the first time when he's still in winterfell; you're one of princess myrcella's ladies in waiting, though you're jon's age rather than hers, and he's immediately taken by you
-jon has never felt this way before in his life, and he finds himself constantly seeking out your presence during your stay in winterfell
-when you learn that he is planning to take the black, you decide to be a bit daring and offer to take his virginity before he goes to the wall, so that he may have something to remember "on those cold lonely nights"
-you're not a maiden, you've had a lover or two, and so when you fuck jon, you completely blow his mind, riding him, raking your nails down his chest, your cunt squeezing his cock perfectly
-the next morning, you're nowhere to be found, already having left with your lady, and jon is heartbroken during his sojourn to the wall
-he sees you next when he's back in king's landing with daenerys, you now serving queen cersei as a lady in waiting
-jon sees what daenerys is doing, razing the city to the ground and rather than fighting the soldiers he rushes to the red keep to find you
-he saves you from the wreckage and destruction dany is wreaking upon the city, and he swears he's never going to let you out of his sight again
-you are the reason he kills his aunt, stabbing her for the injuries her actions caused you, even though they were some mere bruises and scrapes
-you stare at him, horrified as he kills the dragon queen, but yet, you can't help but feel thankful to this man who swears that he's going to protect you to his last breath
-he makes his claim for the throne and is backed by sansa, robin arryn, yara greyjoy, and edmure tully, and so is not sent to the wall
-he immediately declares his intention to take you as his queen, something that surprises everyone, but no one dares comment on it when they see the look in his eyes, the targaryen madness, the fire that no doubt comes from his father
-that night, he finds his way into your chambers and shows you that he's so much more than that virgin boy you made love to those years ago, he fucks you mercilessly, making you cry out his name into the night
-jon sees you as the perfect queen for him, and as one he can be the one to protect, not like with ygritte or dany, you're his darling wife and he is your protector, your king
-despite your protests that you can indeed protect yourself, he reminds you of the day he found you cowering in the red keep and saved you, holding that over your head, sequestering you away in your shared quarters if he's ever gone on royal business
-has definitely had you ride him on the iron throne on more than one occasion
-like his brother, should anyone ever harm you, he's quite happy to rid the realm of them with one swing of his sword
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐓 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: this is excluding the ones they have on the show. May have spoilers? The characters are a mix of both GoT show and the books.
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𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿
𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌
・You scoured high and low to find at least one dire wolf pup. It took you two years (and all that time you hid it from Sansa. You wanted to hide her from feeling the constant disappointment of it not working out.)
・It started when you realised how much Sansa was talking about Lady, specifically how much she missed her.
・Now that she was safe, away from the dangers of King’s Landing. Sansa now let all that trauma wash over her - it was the steps in moving forward to healing
・And a part of that was realising how much she had lost. Particularly, how much she missed Lady.
・So, that’s what sparked your desire to find one for Sansa. You thought she deserved another chance of connecting to a direwolf. And hopefully her warging abilities would work once again.
・Two and a half years later, you found a litter of direwolf pups on the outskirts of Winterfell. Three to be exact.
・The mother was on her death bed and you couldn’t bare to see her suffer.
・You asked a maester to treat the animal (much to their dismay). But animals held a big piece of your heart.
・Mirculously all four direwolves were healthy, and you felt overjoyed but overwhelmed. How would Sansa react? You were only expecting to present her one. But now four?
The Queen in the North found your note and trekked down to the stables, where the three pups and mother had been kept.
・ “Wha-what is this?” Sansa was shocked. Not entirely comprehending wat was before her.
“A ... surprise!” You said half-heartedly.
・And she was surprised.
・And...she cried.
・All those traumas escaped through her tears, and she did something you had never seen her do.
・Sansa, who bowed to no one, who held her head high, stalked towards them (she wanted to run but didn’t want to scare them) and fell to her knees.
・She sobbed as she held the babies, who howled and cried, nuzzling themselves in Sansa’s arm
“I’m keeping them all,” she said through tears of both grief and joy.
・You nearly started crying at the sight. And wanted to run over to her, but instead, you let her have her moment. She deserved it.
・And in that moment, Sansa could feel her family. Her mother, Robb, Rickon, and her father. She stayed in that stable for over an hour. Sobbing into the fur of the mother direwolf.
𝑱𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘
・Ghost was a good companion. A beautiful boy who followed Jon’s every move. And you both adored him.
・So Jon didn’t actively go out looking for another pet.
・ Especially since he’s now living with the Wildlings.
・But being together with you, meant that animals would somehow be a part of your lives
・You love animals. And you can’t help but give aid to whatever creature needs it
・You had that conversation with Jon before, and you both came to the conclusion that Ghost wouldn’t do well with another dog
・And you didn’t get another dog ...
・While travelling with the Wildlings you came across an interesting part of Westeros where they had animals called ‘ferrets’.
・They were long, lanky things that made funny noises and you instantly fell in love
・When Ghost came up to the vendor, his red eyes glowing, he sniffed one ferret in particular and looked at Jon, did a certain motion with his head (that you told Jon was a nod) and walked away.
・Jon was put off by the animal. He thought it looked too ... unworldly.
“Like a deformed cat,” Jon had said and you scolded him
“But it’s cute. And she can fit in my pack.”
・Jon sighed and paid the vendor, who thanked you generously and stashed the money without telling you one important bit of information
・The ferret was pregnant.
𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏
・There was a lot of space in the castle that Dany had usurped
・And although you loved her dragons, they weren’t exactly the cuddling, interactive type
・Viserion was the most affectionate, but even he could become irritated with too much physical attention
・And Dany could see that you vyed for affection - she gave you as much as she could whenever she could
・But duties and responsibilities were constantly pulling her away from you
・So on your nameday, she surprised you.
・The small bun had the floppiest ears and you adored it the moment you set eyes on it
“What ... is it, exactly?” You said in Old Valyrian.
“A rabbit,” she responded, stroking its’ white floppy ear.
“I love it!”
・Dany had even set up a space in your rooms for it. Hay, food, water, a little home where it could hide away
・She had done all this while you were distracted by Missandei
・And you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.
𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝑪𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒆
・His outright answer was no.
・No animal would exist on his land unless it contributed in one way or another
・The horses were used for travel, the cows for milk and the chickens for eggs.
・But you wanted a puppy so badly.
・And you told Sandor that the Hound needed ... a hound
“It’s funny!” You said one evening, rugged up in bed while he added wood to the fire.
He only looked over his shoulder and raised a brow.
・But you weren’t someone who liked being told to do. Sandor knew this.
・And at noon a few days later, you packed a horse and got ready to go into town.
・He knew you too well
・Sandor was standing at the fence, leaning against the pillar.
・You slowed the horse and jumped from the saddle
“I thought you were milking the cows,” you said, crossing your arms
“And I thought you were collecting the eggs.”
・You scrunched your nose and stared at him. He stared straight back.
・ “I’m going to get one,” you stated, unclasping your arms and leading the horse back to your cottage
“I know,” Sandor muttered to himself, shaking his head
・A week later you awoke to a high-pitched noise
・Jumping from your bed you raced toward the sound, thinking a fox had gotten into the hen coop
・But the chickens were fine. Clucking at you in annoyance for waking them.
A mewling pup wiggled in Sandor’s arms, crying for its mother.
“Sandor?” You said in shock.
“A hound for Mrs/Mr Hound.”
𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒊 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓
・A cat; wouldn’t matter if it was long-haired or short-haired. Cersei would make sure the servants fresh her daily
・Many might think Cersei would have a pet like a snake or something that represents manipulation. But a cat suited her perfectly. A creature that isn’t needy - doesn’t follow you everywhere, values its independence and cleans itself
・Like a Princess for a Princess
・Everyone would be able to differentiate this cat from the others in King’s Landing because around its neck is a collar made of gold. Solid gold.
・It’s not too heavy and is clasped in a lock which only Cersei has the key
・Joffrey never liked the thing. And that’s what he called it, ‘the thing.’
・Cersei’s eldest son never liked animals much, but he especially hated the one that held his mother’s affection
・Every night the cat would find its way into Cersei’s bed, sleeping at the end of it.
・However, if anyone else was in the bed besides Cersei, the pretty feline would not enter
𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉
・A dog. However, she didn’t go out of her way to purchase an animal or go looking for one. But a starving dog chose Brienne.
・The poor pup was stuck in a trap, and with Brienne’s golden heart, she couldn’t leave it there to suffer
・So, she freed it. And for days, it followed her.
・Brienne tried to shoo it away. She even resorted to throwing sticks at it (lightly throwing). But it didn’t deter the young wolfhound
・By the end of the week, Brienne had started hunting for two, rather than one.
・She’d cleaned and wrapped its leg with a spare shirt, and hand-fed it her food.
・When she finally returned home, with a sheepish look on her face, you knew something was up. But you thought something awful had happened. Maybe she wasn’t able to reach Queen Sansa in time for the meeting.
・But it wasn’t something serious at all.
・Just a malnourished pup who had trusted a white-haired knight and ended up with the perfect family.
𝑱𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓
・Honestly, Jaime wouldn’t want a pet of any kind. Not a dog, a cat, a rabbit or direwolf. He didn’t want anything reliant on him.
・Jaime felt this way all through his childhood through his teens and early adulthood.
・It wasn’t until he had personal growth, and a part of that was from meeting you. And the overarching factor of his growth was due to leaving Cersei
・Now that he’s ready to settle down, to have a life of his own, the thought of a pet was prevalent on his mind
・Like a practice run for a baby
・Because he never got to look after the children he had with Cersei
・So with you, whether you bore his child or you both adopted one, Jaime wanted to take a step back and have a pet in preparation
・Together you brainstormed for weeks, thinking of the best pet. You wanted a dog, one that would grow big and strong. That would scare off anyone that would do you harm.
・All Jaime could think of was the slobber, and the hair, and the size of the poops.
“Oh Jaime, please! It’d probably smell better than you,” you winked at him and he chuckled.
Smirking he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you tight against him, “and yet, you still let me sleep in your bed.”
・It was funny though, because you didn’t end up with a dog. Or a cat. Or a rabbit or even a mouse.
・Somehow, you had adopted ... a fox
・The little red kit was crying for his mother, who had either abandoned him or died.
・And it wasn’t even you who had found him. Jaime was out in the field, on the plane of land that you both lived on, and heard him crying.
・He bundled up the four-legged creature and brought him inside from the cold.
“Y/n,” Jaime said hesitantly, and you could see the smug look on his face. A joke waiting to tumble from his lips.
“It’s a boy! You have a son!”
𝑷𝒐𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑷𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆
・Pod had never had a pet before, and when you suggested it, he was over the moon.
・Every night before bed he deliberated.
“Do you like dogs? How about cats? What if it doesn’t like me?” His ramblings made you smile. God, he was the perfect personification of a golden retriever.
“Honey, you’re fine, it’s fine. There isn’t one person in this world who doesn’t like you.”
“Um that old lady in the village didn’t like me.”
“Because you bumped into her while you were covered in blood. Once you started talking to her, she practically fell in love.”
・Pod blushed at that comment
・The very next day, you saw the same lady in the village, but she looked troubled.
・Pod instantly walked over to her and asked what was the matter
“My old cat had a whole litter of kittens,” she said while leaning on her walking stick, “and I don’t know what to do with them!”
・You and Pod looked at each other and smiled.
𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑻𝒚𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍
・It was a shock when the sparrow landed on her window sill. He was jumping here and there, happily tweeting.
・And then out of nowhere a large grey owl swooped from the hidden shadows and snatched the sparrow in its’ clutches.
・Margaery gasped, and acted so swiftly, even retelling the stories she thought she misunderstood her own actions
・But her instincts kicked in
・And she snatched the owl’s leg and pulled it towards her. This loosened the owl’s grip and the sparrow flew away
・ “Now what was that!” She shrieked at the owl, who hooted angrily at the Tyrell princess
・She had been feeding the owl bits of feed and dead mice she found around the castle
・But apparently it wanted to show off, yet Margaery wasn’t having a bar of it
“That was very rude,” she said, but moved forward and stroked the owl’s soft feathers.
“But also very impressive.”
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EVERYWHERE, EVERYTHING
- your best friend comes home for the first time after joining the military. (jon snow x gn!reader, modern au, some parts are sad but it’s mostly fluffy). part of the mixtape 2: our version collab
based on “everywhere, everything” by noah kahan
word count: 3,530
a/n - i love jon sm but me personally? i would not be able to stand having a military man because i would be sad he’s not in my arms every day 🥲
Coming back to his large family house in his little hometown leaves Jon feeling conflicted. The snow is the same. The barren trees, the little snowmen on the front lawn, the crunch of leaves underfoot- everything is the same. It’s so similar to the life he once had, yet so different. As he gazes upon the once-warm house in the cold north, he finds it hard to swallow. His half-siblings have grown so much that he can hardly recognize the littlest ones; they went from lumps of blankets and tears to little people with their own thoughts and complicated personalities.
He will see you, too, and he isn’t sure if he can even handle the idea.
Leaving to join the military was one of the hardest things he ever had to do, yet it was necessary. Northward Base, lovingly nicknamed “The Wall” by its residents, had opened so many opportunities for him. Honor to his family and whatnot. He had gone through so much with his brothers, and there was yet more to come. But he is back now, at his old doorstep.
Sansa stands in the doorway, leaning on the side of it. Arya hasn’t spotted him yet, though he is sure she will rush him with a hug and a million questions when she does. Robb offers to take his luggage in with him, but Jon shakes his head with a smile. He can carry his own bags now.
You’ve been waiting for this day for so long. After years, years of waiting and writing to him and sitting in your own isolation, your best friend is at the tips of your numb fingers. As you stare out your window, almost afraid he would disappear again if you blink, you remember the day he left.
It was barely the middle of fall. There were dead leaves raked in piles outside of his house, the house you frequented, and you felt an almost childish urge. Who could stop you, though?
You jumped in a pile, the material underneath your boots giving out a crackling noise so loud it alerted the attention of the newly eleven-year-old Arya. She quickly jumped in with you, tackling you to the ground. You fell with a ‘fwump’, a giggle bubbling up through your stomach like warm cider. The ground was hard, the hidden rock underneath the left side of your back even harder, but all you could feel was joy.
You were too grown to be playing like that, and you knew it. You figured, though, that you had too little time to not enjoy every second of it. A mildly shocked Jon watched from the sidelines.
“Having fun?” He called. You laughed, the sound ringing out like a harmony to his ears.
“Definitely. Why don’t you come join us?” You tried to stand back up, but the child in your lap was making it a lot harder. Arya stuck out her tongue.
“Yeah, have a little fun!”
Jon shook his head. “Not today, I’m afraid.” He hesitated. “I actually have something to talk to you about.” He was looking so deeply into your soul you were sure he could see the words rumbling at the back of your throat.
Arya knew. She knew what he had to tell you, and she knew what you would say, and she decided that she would rather die than see the light fade from your eyes. She looked between the two of you for a moment then scampered away into the house behind her.
Your head was spinning. Why would she just leave like that? You knew her. She needed to know every moment, every interaction, every little glance between friend or foe. She would surely stay, unless (of course) she was already clued into the situation.
Jon took a deep breath, and you could tell his heart was aching just by the look in his deep brown eyes. His fists were clenched at his side and his breaths formed quick clouds in the cool air. You stood up, and he didn’t move to brush the leaves out of your hair like he normally would. His hands stayed still, so you took them in yours. He was ice cold.
“I’m leaving.” Oh, your Jon. So quick to the point.
“When? To where?” You questioned. You knew he had to leave at some point. You were leaving for college in the next month, though your university was so close to your home it was barely a drive.
“Today,” He whispered, “to join the military.” Your heart dropped down to your feet. You could feel a sting in your eyes, like a wave of salt water had suddenly drowned you. You now understand why Arya left so quickly.
“Today.” A prickle formed behind your eyes. “How could you not tell me? I won’t be able to see you for so long.”
He wilted like a dying flower. “I was going to. I would’ve told you when I first thought about enlisting, but it was finals week. It felt like a bad time. Then, so much happened and I just… I just couldn’t do it. But I’m leaving for Northward today, and I needed to tell you before I went.” He swallowed thickly. You looked so crestfallen, with your teary eyes and shaking voice. He wished he didn’t have to leave you like that, but he had made up his mind long ago.
“I wish you had told me earlier.” You choked out. He winced a little bit. “At the very least, I could’ve spent more time with you. Gotten milkshakes at the café by the church one more time,” his fists tighten more than he even thought possible. “but I want you to know that I support your decision. I believe you’ll be the best they’ve ever seen.”
You wanted to scream. To yell, to beg and clutch at his coat and plead for him to stay. A rabid animal had taken over your heart, clawing at your insides and shredding your resolve like cheese.
Jon could tell you were on the verge of tears just by looking at your shifting eyes. If you were a subject, he would pass with flying colors. He didn’t know what to do except embrace you.
You sunk into his arms like they were a plush comforter. The sun was collapsing, but with him, you were safe. That would have to change soon.
You could feel your tears making wet little marks on his shirt as your feelings finally bubbled over. He was leaving. You wouldn’t see him for a long, long time after that day, and you didn’t know how you would be able to stand it.
He lifted your chin with gentle hands. He hated seeing you cry, whether it was from a sad movie or something far more serious, so he did the only thing his heart could think of doing.
He pressed his lips to yours, and the sun finally exploded behind you.
You step out onto the sidewalk nervously, and past his driveway, you can see Jon. He’s just standing there, exchanging banter with Robb. Your heart is nearly beating out of your chest. Then, finally, he turns around.
When his eyes lock with yours, it’s like nothing ever changed. He’s taller now, with more muscle, a lot more scars, and a lot less hair. But he’s still Jon. You know his face like the back roads in Winterfell, the ones you can drive with your eyes closed. You know him like the little dorm that has been your new home for the past few years. God, you know him.
When you were sixteen, and he had just gotten his license, he took you out for a drive. He went on the back roads, the bumpy ones that sent you flying if you weren’t properly strapped in. You sat in the front seat of his brother’s old truck as you talked about anything and everything you could ever talk about.
When he reached his destination and laid out blankets in the bed of the truck, you didn’t know that in a few years, he would be gone. You laid in his arms that day as you watched the clouds meander by overhead. It was summer. The air was fresh, the grass field was peaceful, his breath was on your neck, and the birds were singing their twittering little songs. For a quiet boy, he sure talked a lot when it was just you and him. He was curious and lively in those little moments. His stoicism was put off to the side and he could talk freely when you looked at him. Your eyes were just so inviting he couldn’t stop his words from tumbling over the edge.
“I want to join the military someday. It’ll make my dad happy, I think, knowing I’m in there with my uncle. For once, maybe I can be more than my father’s unfortunate mistake. But I also know that it means leaving Winterfell behind, maybe forever. It means leaving everywhere, everything, and everyone. I wonder if I could even make a decision like that.” He said, eyes glued to the sky above. It was nice like that, you thought. Watching him watch the clouds.
“Whatever you decide, I’ll always be here for you.” You responded simply. It was true. Somehow, you knew you would still love him even if he was a million miles away. You would love him if he got a lover, though you would try your best to stop, and you would love him when he was dead. You would love him when you were dead, too. You would love him so deeply the worms would taste his lips on your rotting skin. “Just remember to write me every once in a while.” You didn’t know how soon he would be leaving, and looking back on it, you should have seen the signs. You should’ve known that he would leave the moment he graduated. He was always like that, persevering and fighting and marching forward the moment life called for it. But in the moment, you couldn’t even fathom life without your best friend. The only thing that mattered was the present.
He had brought a little laptop, and you both binge-watched bad rom-coms until you fell asleep wrapped in blankets that smelled like him.
He takes a step towards you, unsure. You’re unsure too, but a magnetic force pulls you forward until you’re both stumbling over your feet to get to each other. You crash into him, and he holds you like you might shatter and break. “Jon,” You whisper, “I missed you so much.” He smiles.
“I surely missed you more.”
You shake your head with a laugh. “Impossible. I wrote you so many letters they could fill a book, and I saved all of your texts.”
He looks at you with soft eyes. “You never left my mind when I was up there. Never.”
Robb hoots from the sidelines, and Sansa giggles. The Starks had been your rocks while Jon was away, though Robb was often gone, and you love them like siblings. They’ve always been your siblings, in a sense.
“Save some love for me, brother!” Robb calls. Jon looks over with a joking glare before Sansa pulls the other Stark into their family home. She was the wariest of you at first, but she quickly became one of your most trusted confidants. You guess she liked having someone around that she could spill drama to- none of her siblings cared for the latest whos, whats, and wheres.
Jon is still hugging you, but he pulls away just the tiniest bit. “We should go get milkshakes while I’m home. Is Hot Pie’s still open or has it closed down since I’ve been away?”
You narrow your eyes. “It’s still open, but don’t you think you should greet the rest of your family first?” He pauses like he just now realized. He laughs a little heartwarming laugh.
“Yeah, you’re right. Here,” He pulls out his keys, “Just wait in the truck. I’ll be out in a little.”
The ‘little’ was more like half an hour, but you were happy to wait. You realized, in those thirty minutes, something that you should have known years ago. You need to savor life while it lasts, let it melt on your tongue like a chocolate before you’re too old to taste it. You need to savor him while he’s yours. Everything will end someday, and you need to act like it. You set your resolve when you see him speed walking towards his truck. The same one from all those years ago, passed down to him when Robb had gotten something fresher and newer. Jon was never one to waste, so when it was his turn to have it, he fixed it up. It still felt the same, but the air freshener on the rearview mirror was an entirely new scent.
He got in the driver’s seat, and everything felt familiar. It felt like a wave washing over you, reminding you of all of the memories you have ever had with him.
There’s a little smile on his face as he turns the keys in the ignition.
“What did you do while I was away? Anything new you didn’t mention in your letters?” He asks. He’s watching the road, and you’re staring at the usual blur of snow and bare trees.
“Oh, nothing. I just studied a lot and missed you. I made a couple new friends in college, and I definitely missed you. Oh, have I mentioned that I missed you yet?” You tease. His cold heart warms in his chest as he chuckles.
“No, I don’t think you have.” He says, eyes flickering over to you for a minute.
“What were you up to?”
He shrugs. “I got promoted to lieutenant. I didn’t really want it, but it’s what I had to do. I was also attacked by my own platoon and my heart stopped. Got released from duty after that. I should have just stayed home.”
Your mouth drops open. “And you didn’t mention any of that to me?” He squints at the road.
“I didn’t want you to worry.” He replied simply. What a doofus, always concerned about you when all you want to do is be there for him.
“Well, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But if you do want to, my ears are open.” He laughs at that, and you laugh, and you’re both laughing so hard he almost misses the turn to Hot Pie’s. It’s not that funny, but somehow, it rekindles an old, dying flame.
The rest of the short drive is filled with words spilling from the surface of your skin. You have so much to talk about. Things both of you couldn’t express through letters or texts bubble up, and nothing stops them. You’re breathless by the time you reach the door of the café.
He opens the door for you, always a gentleman. When you step through the threshold, the familiar smell of sweets and freshly-baked bread wafting through the air, the boy behind the counter gasps.
“Our favorite customers, back again!” It’s Hot Pie himself, now grown and definitely friendlier than he once was. He was lovingly nicknamed after the place he worked a long time ago, and it seemingly stuck to this day. His name tag reads “Hot Pie Jr”.
You shoot him a smile. “You know we couldn’t stay away for very long.” He nods, satisfied with your answer.
“I guess it’s the usual then. An Oreo milkshake for m’lord, and something special for someone special.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you snort. He still knows your order.
When you sit down at your usual booth, you notice a new painting on the wall. It’s a gorgeous landscape featuring the sun setting over a grassy field, one that looks so much like that certain spot in Winterfell it makes you shiver. You wonder if the café’s owners had it commissioned. Jon notices it too, and he gives you a slightly confused look.
“Is that…?”
“I think so.” It’s such a coincidence. There are reminders of your time in the bustling town everywhere. It’s like you can never escape it, and you’re quite sure you don’t want to. “That’s so weird, but I feel like it’s meant to be there.”
He nods in agreement. “Everything feels like it’s meant to be here. Especially you.” He makes no attempt to elaborate, so you gently coax the words he’s choking back out of his mouth.
“What do you mean by that?”
He hesitates. “You just feel like home to me. Being back here, not giving inspiring speeches or training or listening for gunshots and talking to you makes me think I could have a real second chance at life. When I’m with you, nothing else matters.” He looks at you like he expects you to kick him where it hurts. You don’t even consider that for a second.
“I feel the same way.” You offer, giving him a watery smile. The way he words things sounds so poetic it makes your head spin. You can feel tears rushing to your eyes again and the rough patch in your throat flares up, choking you with words unsaid. Something about him makes you emotional in a way you can’t even hope to stop. He lets out a deep sigh and looks even deeper into your eyes.
“I love you.”
You’re a little shocked. He’s not one to express his emotions so openly, but you’re glad your friend feels safe with you. “I love you too.”
“Not in that way. I love you so much it almost hurts. Every minute you’re gone I think about you, and I think about you even when you’re right in front of me. I’ve never loved anyone this deeply.” He confesses. You’ve been waiting for this moment since the moment you met him.
You met when you were both extremely young. His parents invited yours over for a dinner party, and you hit it off so well with the quiet boy that he has been stuck to your side ever since.
You loved him at first sight. From the moment you saw him, you fell head over heels into a never ending spiral of him. Down, down, down the rabbit hole you went, and you don’t regret a single second of pining. Everything has led up to this moment.
He looks so earnest and kind it sends a throb through your heart. He laid his inner workings on the table in front of you, and you can only respond in kind.
“Me too.” His eyes widen significantly, but he lets you continue. “I’ve loved you like that since we were little, before I even really knew what love was. I just saw your little frown and curly black hair and thought ‘yes, he’s the one’.” He smiles at that. “But really, I fell in love with your heart. I fell in love with how you care about other people, especially Arya. I fell in love with your intelligence and sparring prowess and messy handwriting. I love everything about you.” Your words come out in a ramble. You can’t stop yourself, the reasons just keep pouring until there’s nothing left.
He listens with thirsty ears. When you’re almost out of things to say, he can feel his heart beating just as fast as it did when he told you about his decision to leave. Butterflies are flocking in his stomach, but he leans over the table anyways to capture you in your second ever kiss. His lips are warm, just like how his hands usually are. They’re a little rough, too, but you don’t fault him for it. At the moment, nothing else matters except the fact that your passion is leaking out of every pore on your body.
When you finally break away to suck in greedy gulps of air, the volcano in your heart erupts and sends your mind reeling.
“Oh my god.” You’re so dazed you can barely function, and he doesn’t look much better. He’s panting a little, and that’s when Hot Pie decides to bring over your drinks.
“I didn’t want to interrupt, but here you are. On the house, lovebirds.” He teases. Jon’s face flushes red, and your cheeks warm so quickly you could rival a stovetop. He leaves you alone after that, and you couldn’t be more grateful.
Jom clears his throat. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?” You ask, breathless.
“For not asking to be your boyfriend earlier.” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, and it makes you laugh.
“Well, you certainly can be. I would appreciate it if you didn’t wait until the day of to announce your next departure, though.” He cringes.
“Understood.”
It’s a long time before you’re ready to leave Hot Pie’s, but in your eyes, it’s the most meaningful time you’ve ever spent. When you walk out, you walk out hand in hand, and for the first time in a long while, you truly feel alive.
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PLEASE! reactions to sandor, theon, jorah, jon, tyrion, sansa and missandei for praising them during sex?
I just did the men for this one, my character limit is 4 but I couldn't choose so I did all of them
Sandor buries his face into the crook of his lovers neck. His face flushing at their words, his hips don't slow however. He opts to kiss at their delicate skin, trying to ignore the praise. It's not as though he doesn't like it, he just feels as though he doesn't deserve it. The praise keeps coming however, his lover keeps mumbling how good he feels and how amazing he is.
He sits up, bringing his lover with him. Sandor holds them close, their chests pressed together, then his lips find theirs. A desperate attempt to silence them as he keeps thrusting, bouncing them on his cock. Their arms wrap around him, as well as their legs. Clinging to him as he fucks them mercilessly. They make a note to praise him like that more often if this is how he'll react.
Theon is cocky about it, smirks and thrusts into his lover even harder. "You like that huh?" his hands wander and he gropes at every part of their body. Even if he doesn't fully believe that he's the best man out there, he makes his lover moan and squirm and cum. That's all that matters to him. Theon makes sure they'll remember him even if they leave him, he's the best cock they'll ever have.
His fingers pinch at his lovers nipples, he loves the way they squeal at the sensation. His cock plows into them, the wet sound of their slick and his hot precum is downright selacious. He wants to hear more about how good he feels, how hot he is. If he had it his way, he'd never leave his lovers bed.
Jorah can't help but get flustered when he hears the praise. His heart climbs up his throat as his lover moans and tells him how amazing he's doing. He leans down, his head resting against their chest. His thrusts don't slow down, in fact he angles his hips to go deeper. He opts to kiss their soft skin and hide his face from them. Jorah knows he shouldn't feel embarrassed, but how can someone so perfect love someone like him?
His hands roam their body, tracing down their sides and groping their hips. Pulling them against him and losing himself in their love. He believes that if he doesn't acknowledge the praise, he doesn't have to accept it. He can't accept it, not a man like him.
Jon doesn't register his lovers words at first. He's so lost in them, wanting to make them feel as good as possible. When they repeat themselves, it hits him. He can't help but pick up his pace, he wants to hear it again. His hips angling in such a way that his cock goes deeper than before. Again and again his lover praises him, calling him a good boy and moaning that he feels heavenly.
He doesn't believe their words, not really. But it doesn't stop Jon from drinking them down like a deserted man. He knows that outside of this bed he isn't good, though he tries. No, the only place he's truly good and thoroughly skilled is right here between his lovers legs.
Tyrion lives for praise, craves it and works hard for it. He knows he's good in bed, downright godly even. The words of his lover fuel his ego, he'd laugh and smile, asking if they want him to fuck them stupid. He loves to hear how good he's doing, how good his cock feels up inside them. He's thrusting his hips into theirs, hands roaming, he wants to hear more. Tyrion will keep going long after he and his lover cum, he doesn't want them to stop praising him.
He knows that when he pulls out, and they get cleaned up, that the praise ends. He doesn't want it to, perhaps that's why most of his free time is spent in brothels. Either way, he'll revel in his lovers words for as long as they can last.
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This guy's glow up was more impressive then season 8.
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