Request - Reader is one of Ned’s ward’s is secretly in love with Jon but doesn’t know that Robb, Jon and Theon are all fawning over her.
Pairing - Jon Snow X Female Reader
Wordcount - 5.431
Warnings - Normal Game of Thrones type scenarios.
A/N - I could do a part two to this
Ned Stark had always been a very kind and gentle man. On a particularly rough stormy night where the wind was so powerful and people struggled to walk through it, Ned was just returning home from a particularly long travel to a place where the disputes had turned from aggressive confrontation to bloody and gruesome battles, Ned had been instructed by King Robert to dissolve the quarrel and quickly, when he had heard the wails of a baby. Ned suddenly became more alert to his surroundings. As he dismounted his horse, he began to search for the cause for the sound. Ned soon located the sound to find the small baby wrapped very scarcely in a couple of woven blankets. How could anyone leave a baby like this? Ned thought as he scooped the baby into his arms, holding it close to himself in an attempt, to share his warmth. Ned mounted his horse and continued the rest of his short journey home, praying to the old God’s that the baby would survive the cold until he could reach the warmth of the castle. The God’s have blessed this child, Ned thought as he entered his chambers where his wife laid waiting for him, wrapped in warm furs.
“Ned is that another one of your bastard children that you insist on tormenting me with.” Catelyn snapped at her husband as she pushed the furs away from her body, whether it was to inspect the child further or to injure Ned, he couldn’t be quite sure.
“Relax my love, this baby is not mine, I found the baby nearby abandoned in the snow. I couldn’t leave it there to suffer and die. The baby is strong, near death and still made it all the way here.” Ned laid the baby down on the furs, it’s skin with a blue tint. Yet as cold as the baby was, it was still curious looking around the room at the strange people. Catelyn, got out of bed, walking over to the baby, the baby turned out to be a little girl, with bright Y/C/E, Catelyn’s gaze melted at the sight. She had always wanted a girl, there was no doubt that Ned and herself would have more children, yet Catelyn was not going to give up the opportunity to have a little girl sooner.
“She certainly is strong, why don’t we take her in as a ward? Let’s call her Y/N, I’ve always thought it was a beautiful name.” Catelyn, picked up the newly named little girl, holding her tightly to her chest.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea, my love. Y/N it is”
Jon Snow’s army defeated the Boltons, thus retaking Winterfell in the Stark’s name. But you haven’t seen Jon since he left for the Night’s Watch. Will he remember what you said to him as he walked out of Winterfell’s gates? Will he feel the same way when he returned? (Words : 2344)
The last time you saw Jon Snow, he had a frown on his face as he solemnly told you that he was leaving to Castle Black. You could remember your heart aching as his brown eyes held your gaze as he tried to explain why he was going away.
“This is your home, Jon, you just can’t leave like this. You’re needed here,” you begged, tears falling down your face. Jon gave you saddened look, trying desperately to make your understand. But he knew you would understand, you just didn’t want to. You had been one of his closest companions, next to Robb and other Stark children; there was something special about you. which made this all the more difficult for him.
“Y/N, this isn’t my home. I don’t belong here, I’m no Stark.” You shook your head, resting your hands on his shoulders. One hand traveled to his neck, causing him to look up and meet your eyes once more. You stared into his dark eyes, like you’ve done many times before.
There was something between you two, in the way you looked at each other. Your stolen moments were more than the mischievous ones shared between Jon and Arya. Your conversations with him held more heart than your jokes with Sansa. You confided in Jon with your secrets and problems more than Robb. There was an unspoken, untouched affection that lingered in too-long touches and heartfelt stares; but now those little moments would cease. The possibility of love would trail behind Jon as he traveled to the Night’s Watch.
“This isn’t your home?” Your hands held his face now, pulling him closer than ever before. “Jon, Winterfell is just four walls,” your voice was more calm now, “I’m your home.” You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, but Jon seemed to stop breathing all together.
“Y/N, you’re,” he paused, not knowing what to say. You swallowed hard, letting your words rest between you with a heavy weight. “You are my home,” Jon finally said, “but I need to do this. For me. For the realm.” You smiled softly, feeling more tears swell in your eyes.
“And you say you’re not a Stark, always doing things for the greater good,” you let out a bittersweet, short laugh. Jon gave you a sorrowful smile before resting his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, savoring the closeness you shared with Jon in that moment. Your last intimate moment together.
After a while, you pulled your head away from Jon’s. You locked eyes with him again and you were just, so close. His lips were just a tip-toe away. You could feel his breath against your skin and it was just so tempting to close that gap.
“Y/N,” Jon murmured lowly, his northern accent heavier than before. One of his hands cupped your face, his thumb tracing the space beneath your bottom lip. Jon leaned forward slightly, but you backed away. You curled your bottom lip in your mouth and shook your head.
“When you come back home Jon Snow,” you took a tentative step towards him, “when you come back to me.” You leaned over slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You pulled away fully, because if you didn’t, you’d probably wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. “When you come back home,” you repeated and Jon nodded. His hand went to yours, givning it a soft squeeze.
“I will miss you, Y/N,” he whispered, “I will miss you dearly.” Jon turned then, walking off to his room. You watched him go, knowing that in the morning there would be no time for a true goodbye like this. And you were right; Jon Snow left the next morning and you were forced to just wave goodbye, only remembering your true farewell from the night before.
All that followed after his departure came with the shadow of death and horror. The Stark name had been dragged through the dirt, with Ned’s beheading and Robb’s murder. It seemed there was no end in sight with all the killings. It sure didn’t stop when Winterfell had fallen into the control of House Bolton; more specifically, Ramsay Bolton.
The clashing of weapons and the bloody screams of soldiers could be heard through the stone walls of Winterfell. You hid in a small room, trying to avoid the Boltons that were searching for servants to aid in the battle. You had no wish to fight against Sansa’s forces, especially after finding out that Jon was leading them. The beat of your heart accelerated when you thought of seeing him again, if he made it through the battle.
You were concealed in the room, Jon’s old room that had become yours, until your heard a large banging that came from the courtyard. You carefully opened the door, peeking out from beyond the balcony at the giant that had burst through the door. You opened the door a little more and saw him. Jon, standing next to the giant as an arrow flew into it’s eye. You gasped, turning your head to have your eyes land on Ramsay. You swallowed hard as you look back at Jon.
anon requested: hit me with that against-the-wall, i-almost-lost-you jon snow smut?
notes: smut, smutty, s m u t. i tried to, so enjoy like 1,400 words of smut not counting the cut above. enjoy!!! bc i really did omg
Jon lifted you up off you feet as you appeared before him. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, as he gasped.
You were here, he thought, she’s here.
You laughed as he kissed your cheeks, “I thought you were gone,”
You raise your brow at him, patting his stubbly cheeks. “Jon, I told you I was going home for awhile.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did,” you said as you tiptoed to kiss him passionately on the lips.
“I thought I almost lost you,” he continued as he broke away. He placed your hand on his chest, kissing your inner wrist.
“You overreact sometimes, wolf,” you giggled as you placed you down. You reached up to kiss his jaw, and he kissed your forehead.
He reached down to nibble down at your ear as he whispered, “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” He cocked his head to the side with a subtle wink and you tighten your hand around his own as he walked up the stairs with you to his room.
When he closed the door, you leaned knowingly against the wall, feeling his eyes move to your hands as you untied your coat at the tips. He took in a breathe as the coat was disregarded at the bottom, and walked over to you, his hands on both sides of your neck, “Dirty,” he whispered as you stood before him in a low cut top, showing him generously your chest.
When Jon first started sending Ghost to follow you it had
almost been sweet, the tiny albino puppy growling at anyone who dared approached
you in an unsavoury manner, however this continued until his ears were level
with your shoulders.
You could never get Jon to make the Dire-wolf to leave you
alone, he’d always mumble something about not controlling him all the time,
which meant you had to put up with the giant protector.
“Hello Ghost.” You hummed when you felt the familiar snout
nuzzle into your hand. He made a low whine in response and followed you as you
collected baskets of food and jugs of wine to take to the main hall.
With Ghost leading the way to the Winterfell halls people
scattered to get out of your way. Once you reached the hall you set down your
heavy load, handing wine off to the handmaidens that were waiting for you.
“What took you so bloody long?” One of the cooks asked as
you set down the last basket of food. “Keep that giant beast out of here” She
hissed once she looked up and saw your usual companion.
IMAGINE: Being the younger sister of Robert, Stannis and Renly and meeting Jon Snow in the kitchens during the feast.
[gif is not mine. creds to the owner. part of the poetry series, this time it’s based off lang leav’s ‘someone like you’.]
words: 2.0k +
‘Do you think there is the possibility of you and I? In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for?…’
She could feel the stares of the people as she walked into the hall, nevertheless she kept walking her chin held up high. (Y/N) knew why they were staring. Of course it was very uncommon for such a highborn lady to not wear dresses, but it was so trivial. She could hear Robert’s voice from the end of the hall, she could practically see Cersei rolling her eyes at her husband’s behaviour.
“Sister!” She looked at her brother at the centre of the table, gesturing for her to hurry along and break her fast with them.
“Brother,” she greeted him when she was close enough. She walked past the Stark and the Baratheon children. She wasn’t older than them by any means, basically the same age as Robb but nonetheless she was royalty.
“Why are you dressed like a man?” Renly spoke, smirking when he saw his sister’s reaction.
“I’m going around Winterfell today to see what there is,” she looked around at the faces. Robert looked on with interest as well as Cersei, Stannis looked indifferent and Renly just looked amused. “As well as around the North.”
“Do you have an escort my lady?” Catelyn spoke from her far left. “We have plenty of escorts to show you around.”
(Y/N)’s gaze turned to Cat, she smiled softly and shook her head. “Thank you, but I already have an escort. A suitable one, one that I chose myself.”
“Who is it?”
“Jon Snow,” she could practically feel the anger radiate from Cat as soon as she said that name. (Y/N) smiled at her, this time with an all knowing smile, without another word she took her seat and sat beside Renly.
“You’re stirring things up sister,” Renly whispered softly.
“I’m not,” she responded. Renly gave her a knowing look. “Okay, maybe I am but I’m not intentionally doing it.”
“How did you even get to meet Jon Snow? How did you get him as the escort?”
“So many questions brother,” (Y/N) twirled her fork and looked at the table below them. She looked for the familiar black hair but knowing better. Of course he wasn’t at the table with them. He was probably alone outside, or maybe he was inside a barn? Or in the kitchens, much like he was last night.
The clanging sounds of pots and pans echoed across the narrow hall where (Y/N) walked, she could see the faint light of the kitchens. A booming laugh echoed across the hall, knowing that it came from her over joyous brother from the feast behind her.
“Your Highness?” A servant stood before, curtsying. “Is something the matter?”
(Y/N) softly smiled, “No.” She pointed to the room where the light was coming from, “Is this the kitchens?”
“Yes my lady,” (Y/N) nodded ending the conversation. The servant curtsied again and hurried off.
(Y/N) walked towards the kitchen, she could hear the conversations that were being held. She heard her name being mentioned, with quiet movements she moved to the alcove just before it.
“I’m telling you Myl, that girl is no Highborn woman, nor a Princess,” a woman with a gruff voice sounded. “The way that she holds herself, she’s more interested in cajoling with the men and knights than being properly trained as a royal. I hear that she’s the black sheep in that family.” (Y/N) could imagine the tittering imbeciles edging in closer trying to catch up on the latest gossip while they make the food.
(Y/N) clenched her fist together, she’s heard this over the years of course. She preferred to be in the company of men as she wanted to fight, not what everyone else seem to think so. She’s heard the whispers, the rumours from servants to noble people alike. But she was never the black sheep of the family. When she said that she would rather fight and train with the soldiers, her brothers had reservations it wasn’t until Jaime Lannister came to her aid and supported her. From then on she’s become one of the fiercest and merciless fighters of Westeros.
“That’s why she’s called the Iron Princess,” another voice joined in. “She has no mercy. No sympathy, she’s more like a Lannister than a Baratheon. She’s a whore too I hear.” There was more that the woman was going to say but she was interrupted when a voice yelled out ‘enough’.
“You mustn’t say things like that,” she’s heard that voice before. Earlier in the day. “She’s different aye, but that does not matter. If she hears you saying things like this then we’ll see if she has mercy or not.” She could hear the sounds of his shoes as he walked around the room. “Even then if rumours are circulated around it won’t be just her who would be spiteful, it will be her brothers and the Lannisters, even my father.”
It was true of course, what he just said. She was loved by her brothers, and she was loved by the Lannisters. Tywin practically raised her when her father died.
“Be careful what you say around here. Now go on, I think it’s the next course you wouldn’t want them to be waiting now do you?” She could hear all of their feet move across the floor, she burrowed herself to the wall when they passed, strangely enough they were all quiet.
“Thank you for that,” (Y/N) said softly as she walked into the kitchens. She saw Jon jump a little bit and held in her laugh. She watched as he turned around almost tripping over his own feet.
“Your Highness,” he bowed.
“I beg your pardon?”
She walked towards him, “I don’t like titles. We’re all the same when we’re buried in the ground,” she shrugged. “Although dead kings garner more respect and admiration than actual living people.”
“I’m sorry for what they said. They hear rumours and they speculate.”
She shrugged, “I’ve heard far worse from far worse people Jon Snow, no worries.” (Y/N) walked along the bench, scrunching her nose up at the various smells and dirtiness of the kitchen. “Some rumours do tend to stem from the truth,” he looked at her, his dark eyes following her every move. She looked at him and smirked, “Some rumours. Not all though.”
Jon cleared his throat, not believing that (Y/N) Baratheon the most sought out person in all of the Seven Kingdoms was here with him, the bastard of Winterfell. “How does one weave out the lies and find the truth?”
She tapped her lip with her finger and thought for a moment. “If they know you well enough, love you or care for you, they know.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here with me?”
(Y/N) stared at him, “I didn’t want to be here with you.”
Jon looked down, she sighed, “I meant that I come to the kitchens sometimes so I can be alone and eat,” she grinned at him. “The company that I have right now is an added bonus. The good kind.”
“But I’m a bastard, the bastard,” Jon emphasized. He knew that he was treated far worse than the usual bastards because he was Ned Stark’s.
“And?” She sat down at one of the stools and gestured for him to do the same. “I don’t care if you’re a bastard, Ned Stark’s or not. I told you, I hate figurative titles.” (Y/N) looked at the plate of pies, took it and passed one to Jon. “Now to lighter topics, what is there to see about the dreary and grey North?”
“I could show you tomorrow, if you’d like.” Jon offered as gratefully took the pie from her.
(Y/N) chewed her pie slowly and stared at Jon, enjoying making him squirm as he waits for her answer. Finally she swallowed the piece and poured herself some wine. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer Jon Snow,” she said before she sipped the wine.
‘There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And if nothing ever comes of it, at least I have known this feeling, this wonderful sense of optimism…’
“Sister?” Renly gently nudged her with his elbow. She shook herself out of her thoughts and looked at her brother. “You were far away all of a sudden.”
She smiled cordially at him, “Just remembering dear brother, no need to worry.”
Renly huffed, “I wasn’t worried. I just thought you were going insane.”
(Y/N) took another forkful of sausage in her mouth, took her napkin and gently dabbed away the grease. She looked towards the entrance of the hall and saw that Jon appeared. He seemed hesitant to walk towards her but she nodded at him and started walking. (Y/N) stood up, her chair scraping across the floors as she walked down the steps to greet Jon.
“What are you doing here?” Cat looked at Jon, disdain still in her eyes and her voice.
Jon looked at (Y/N) then at Cately, then at the rest of the table. Each pair of eyes now directed at him. “I invited him.” He heard (Y/N)’s voice coming from his right and he smiled at her. “He’s my guest.”
(Y/N) stood next to Jon, linking her arms with him. She looked at his face and smiled, then turned to the table and arched a brow, silently asking if they had any objections.
“A bastar-,” Cately’s words were taken from her mouth as Robert laughed.
“The more the merrier!” He knew that if Catelyn finished her words, his sister’s temper would flare up and as amusing it would be he still liked Catelyn, and it would cause some tension if his sister accidentally hurt her.
“Come Jon,” she led him to sit next to her. “Break your fast then you show me what the North has to offer.” Jon could feel the stares of everyone as he sat down. He smiled meekly at Robb and Arya who were staring at him unflinchingly.
‘…It is something I can always keep close to me -to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine…’
As he prepared the saddles for the horses, Jon felt a presence behind him, he turned around and saw that it was Jaime Lannister, in his golden glory. “I don’t know what you’re doing with (Y/N), but if you harm her in anyway I’ll be forced to kill you in her honour.” Jaime passed the bag that Jon needed. “And it won’t just be my wrath that you have to watch out for.” He nodded towards Tywin who was conversing with Littlefinger and Ned on the other side of the courtyard.
Jon nodded and swallowed the nervousness that he was feeling. He knew that (Y/N) was one of the most beloved people in Westeros and if he certainly did hurt her then nothing could ever save him, not even all of the Gods.
He watched as (Y/N) came out of the castle, still in her outfit from the morning, her dark hair flowing behind her. He spotted the Queen walking beside her and watched as they conversed quietly.
“Be careful (Y/N), the North is harsh and unforgiving.”
“Much like the Lannisters, Cersei, I will be fine.” She hugged her goodsister and bid her farewell. (Y/N) walked towards Jon as he held the two reins, passing one to her. “Are you ready Jon?”
He nodded and waited for her to saddle up, then joined her. Jon looked back at the courtyard, he could feel their stares, waiting for him to mess up but alas he did not. He looked at Cersei, her eyes never leaving his, he nodded at her hoping that he received the message that he will not hurt her and no harm will come to her. She nodded and walked towards her father.
Jon looked at (Y/N) who was now staring at him with curious eyes, “Don’t worry Jon, I’ll make sure I won’t fall off my horse so they won’t kill you.” She gave a hearty laugh one that usually comes from Robert. He gave her a small smile. Sensing the hesitancy and nervousness, she trotted her horse towards him. “I’m too interested in you Jon Snow, to ever let any harm come to you.”
This time he smiled at her genuinely. “Now let’s go, I can’t wait to see the different shades of grey I can find in the North!” He watched as she trotted her horse to the gates. Jon looked back at everyone, this time their stares more warm than before but still cautious.
As he rode alongside (Y/N), her words filling the cold air, he couldn’t help but feel right and complete. Even if he was a bastard, he can damn well show her how much of a man he could be.
‘…No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.’
And this one is dedicated to the famous and beautiful @restlessanawake who is really awesome! Go check them out! They were a massive help to me in setting up this blog. Hope you enjoy!!
Warnings: Pregnancy. Labor. Fluff overload ;) One sex joke With him and the whole Stark clan, This is post White Walker War were all is good and Jon knows his parentage, but still goes by Jon Stark, or I guess goes at last. Things are almost too happy. But fear not no one dies.. Well…..Meh
“Time to get up love.”
You groaned, pushing away the arms that were attempting to shake you awake and moved closer to the other side of the bed. “Jon.. Lemme sleep. Little Mister Stark would not stop kicking last night. I am surprised you couldn’t feel it actually.” You smirked and opened your eyes, hearing his laughter and he carefully turned you around as he echoed your smirk.
“I told you, my love. It will be a she.” You gave him judging eyes and he rolled his own gray ones, “Even our Lady Sisters and Lady Aunt is on my side. As is Tyrion.”
“Well while that may be true, Bran is on my side and he has the sight.” She winked while forcing herself to stand slowly. “Speaking of your Aunt and Sister, when will the royal Queen and the Hand be visiting?”
He smiled, standing up so that he could help you while he continued, “Sansa and Tyrion promised to be here by nightfall, but you know the Queen. She said she would be here a fortnight ago… She will do her best to make it for the labor. And Arya, of course, must guard the Queen being the head of the Queen’s Guard.”
Your nine-months were up and being a Stark, family was essential for all things. Holidays. Name-Days. Weddings. And pregnancies.
As though the stress of almost delivering a child was not enough, the anxiety that holding off the labor until everyone was present was madness. Jon, being around you enough, could tell.
“Fret not, Y/N.” He smiled, pressing his forehead yours and wrapping a robe dress around you for the day and kissed your nose, “They will be here. And now, we must break fast.”
No surprise to the couple, Bran was already down stairs, his plate full as he was working on his sister’s-in-law. Seeing them he stopped and blushed, wheeling towards the two slowly as Jon embraced his brother with a hearty laugh.
Brandon Stark was decreed Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King of the North, so the three of you were practically inseparable.
“How is the Lord Snow this morning, Y/N?” Bran smiled, wheeling towards her and placing his hands on her belly as Jon sat. “He get you any rest?”
“None.” Jon sighed from across the room, “She was kicking all night.”
This caused both you and Bran to laugh and Bran to say a small, “We shall see.” As the three of you began to eat your food.
A grand feast was the result of Lady Sansa and Lord Tyrion’s arrive, Jon and the imp drinking away while you, Sansa, and Bran sat across the hall, discussing matters of getting Bran married.
“What about the Mormont girl?” You suggested, “She supposedly has the beauty and wits of the Tyrell’s but the strength of her father’s name.”
“The Queens bastard?” Sansa raised her eyebrows, “She is an adventurous girl. Young though, don’t you think?”
Your sister in law had not left you alone since she arrived, her hand barely leaving your belly.
“Besides. I think our Bran has his eyes on the head of House Reed. Lady Meera, is it not?”
With the words of her name, Bran blushed and brushed it off, “Have you and Jon thought of a name?”
You nodded, “Well since he will not listen to me about the gender, I decided Eddard Robb will have to do.” Bran nodded, a bright grin taking away the blush on your face. Sansa gasped.
“I hate to agree with my Lord brother, I do believe that your babe is a girl.” She winked at you causing both of you to laugh as Jon and Tyrion came towards you guys, handing drinks to Bran and Sansa.
Jon broke the laughter, snaking an arm around your waist to your belly as he looked at Sansa and Tyrion, “When are you and the Hand planning to have children, sister?”
Sansa’s face fell and she set down her goblet, Tyrion taking her hand. “We are waiting.” Silence fell between them as they knew what he meant before Tyrion broke it, winking at the youngest Stark, “We would like to see little Bran wed to the Reed girl first.” Bran blushed as everyone laughed mutter a small no stop as Jon kissed your cheek, then moved to your ear, his beard tickling her cheek.
“Bet it will happen by years end?”
“Please, by months end!” You smirked and he pepper kisses everywhere on your face, causing you to laugh.
A few days had passed and you were still waiting on Dany and Arya. Maesters had demanded you bedridden, fearing labor would come any moment though nothing came for a week. Deciding this and seeing your husbands nerves at an all time high, you had forced him to go on a hunt with Tyrion and Bran, promising that Sansa and a hand maiden be at your side.
“I just want you out lil lord.” You groaned, rubbing sleet off your eyes as you had not gotten proper sleep in several days,(basically since Jon left, your baby had been especially persistent in moving all night) “Stop being so feisty like your father and his family.” You smirked at Sansa who laughed. “Where do you the Queen and her personal guard are?”
“You know Daenerys. “ She smiled sadly, rubbing your belly, “And Arya. Stubborn as mules those two.”
“Aye. That is one way to put it.”
Silence fell as you were both occupied as the baby leapt and kicked about the in your belly causing you to hum in attempt to calm him. When at last he stopped, you sighed and Sansa smiled, but only for a moment when you felt something wet between your legs.
Cursing, you looked at Sansa whose eyes twinkled.
“Do you think-”
“Sansa…” You bit your lip to stop you from swearing again, “Get Ghost. He will get Jon. And get the Hand Maiden… Hurry… Please…”
She ran, laughing gleefully and picking up her skirts hollering, “IT’S TIME! THE HEIR TO THE NORTH IS ON THE WAY!” And within minutes, servants came rushing in, dabbing your forehead with a cloth and offering you food and wine as others spread your legs open. All the while all you could do was scream bloody murder.
“I just want my husband!” You whined, “Gods!” You closed eyes and bit your lip to try to and stop tears from falling out of your eyes.
Then you felt the tickle of a beard on your chin and allowed yourself to cry tears of happiness and the man kissed your cheek and slowly wiped your tears away.
“Hush now love. You need to start pushing.”
“Yes you can.” He grabbed both her hands and brought them to her lips,”You are strong.. You can do this… I believe in you… Ready?”
You nodded opening your eyes to meet his dark grey (brown in show) ones.
“where are you off to now?” Tyrion asked, “south? im sure my brother would love to see you again. or maybe north to the wall? i hear a red headed giant wildling has an eye for you.” you laughed and he continued, “or maybe somewhere closer to home. one of the bastards maybe? but who to choose, Jon, Gendry or Ramsay?”
Imagine request from @vitalanidragonbane for: Jon X Reader where he is jealous(possessive) when he sees Theon heavily flirting with you even though you keep trying to tell him you’re already Jon’s. So when Jon’s wolf-like traits surface, he pulls you away to your shared bedchambers where he shows you that you’re his and he’s hers and nobody else can have her and he might just have to kill the next guy that flirts with her. SMUT PLEASE!!
Jon Snow X Reader
A/N: Smutty smut smut smut. Had so much fun writing this :) With love, Kat
Jon Snow. A bastard of the North. He was incredibly beautiful. He had dark, brooding eyes and thick curly hair to match. His full lips felt like heaven on yours and his strong, but gentle hands perfectly complimented his muscular frame. He was all yours and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jon had made you his months ago, claiming that you were his all along.
While you were walking through the halls of the castle, you heard the clacking of nails on the stone floor behind you and turned around to be met with Ghost’s large frame. “Hey boy, you following me again?” you chuckled as you scratched behind his ear. The large wolf leaned into your touch and nuzzled his face into your neck. Ever since Jon made you his, if he wasn’t by your side, Ghost was. Even though some would find it overbearing, you found it comforting. No matter what, you were safe, and Ghost listened to whatever you said unless it was to leave you alone. He had strict orders from Jon to never leave your side if Jon wasn’t around. “Come on, Ghost. Let’s go wash you up, your fur is a bit dirty” you said, leading the wolf up to yours and Jon’s shared bedchambers.
You undressed so that you were just in your underdress so you could wash Ghost without getting your dress wet or dirty. As the large wolf stepped into the tub, you grabbed the soap so you could scrub his fur and removed the dirt. He had turned from pure white to ash grey over the past month. After he was thoroughly cleaned, you reached to drain the tub and Ghost dipped his nose into the water, flicking it up quickly, successfully splashing water all over you. “Ghost!” you gasped in disbelief and laughed, your underdress now soaked through and see through to the point of being able to see your breasts. He nudged your chin with his nose and you turned to the doorway, to see Jon leaning against it with a grin on his face. “Your wolf is almost as insatiable as you are, Snow” you grinned, getting up from where you were sitting and allowing ghost to get out of the tub. You then moved to help Ghost dry off when you felt two muscular arms wrap around your waist and those perfect lips press against your neck. “Ghost can dry himself, love” Jon whispered in your ear, “for now I have a bit of disappointing news for you.” You frowned, “What’s going on, Jon?” “I have to leave” he kissed your cheek, “for a little while” another kiss, “with Robb and my father” another kiss, “to handle some business in White Harbor” he said, planting a final kiss on your forehead. “Jon, I don’t want you to leave” you practically whined, you hadn’t gone without Jon for more than a week and now he was leaving you for a few months.
But, just as quickly as you got upset, Jon turned you on almost as quickly. “Love, you’re all wet. I think you need to get changed” he said, smirking and letting his voice drop into a low, seductive tone. He let his hands roam over the wet fabric, allowing his thumbs to tease your nipples through the thin underdress, eliciting a moan from you and causing you to arch your back. Jon let out a low growl and pinned you against the wall, you would be lying if you said his wolf-like traits didn’t get you soaking wet with desire. You loved it when he turned primal and being without him for so long was weighing heavily on your mind. You and Jon made love every night, sometimes several times throughout the day, and being without him for just a week nearly drove you mad. You weren’t sure your own hands could satisfy you for the months that he was going to be gone. “Jon don’t tease me and leave me” you pouted, knowing he was going to have to go soon. “Trust me, Y/N. I don’t know how I’m going to go that long with out being able to touch you” he said, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest, “or kiss you. By the gods the absence of your lips on mine is going to drive me mad and not waking up next to you is going to make every morning feel like Seven Hells.”
The next day, Jon left and you were stuck in Winterfell by your lonesome. Well, you weren’t totally alone but it felt like you were with Jon not around, thankfully you had Ghost by your side the whole time he was gone. You had gotten much closer to Theon, Sansa, and Arya in the time that the boys were off in White Harbor. However, Theon seemed to be getting too close to you, letting his touches linger for far too long. “Y/N, I was thinking we could go for a ride today, get away from the castle for a bit” Theon said, letting his hand linger on the small of your back. “Theon, I suggest you remove your hand from me before Ghost removes it for you” you gestured to the wolf who’s hair was standing on end, with his teeth bared and an angry growl coming from his throat. “I hardly think I should be afraid of a measly wolf” Theon started and then trapped you between his body and the wall, “he’s only here to watch over you until Jon returns. For now, I want you.” “Quit it, Greyjoy” you replied, clearly annoyed. “Y/N, I’ve wanted you for a long time. I can show you how good you should feel. I can make you feel better than Snow ever could” he said, running one hand up your side and letting the other keep you trapped against the wall.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Theon?” you hear a voice rasp out, and you see Jon standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with rage. Theon backed away from you in fear. “Jon!” you yelled, running to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. You planted kisses to his face and neck while he stayed staring at Theon. Suddenly, he grabbed you forcefully by your chin and made you look up at him, the sensation bordering on pain. “You. Are mine” he said, talking more so Theon would hear than telling you. “I know” you smiled up at him. You could practically see the jealousy coursing through his veins and smell the anger radiating off of him. “With me. Now.” Jon said as he dragged you off by your arm to your bedchambers.
The second the door was closed, Jon had you shoved up against it. “Mine” he growled out as he pushed you harder into the door and marked your neck with bruises. “Yes, Jon. All yours” you moaned out, letting yourself melt into his rough touches. “What did he say to you?” he asked, walking you backwards towards the bed. “H-he told me that.. He told me he could m-make me feel better than y-you c-could” you stuttered out, hesitant. You knew it would make Jon angry, but you had no idea just how angry. “What? What the hell did he say?!” he was circling you now, like a predator circling prey. You were scared and massively turned on at the same time. “He told me he could make me feel better than you could. But we both know that’s not true, baby” you said, almost pleading. He finally stopped circling and pushed his chest against yours, the backs of your knees hitting the bed. “On the bed” he said, pointing to the lush furs that covered your shared bed.
Once you were laid down on the bed, he moved to untie your dress, his mouth following his fingers as he went. Once your dress was off, he hovered over you, taking in all of your features. He put his lips to your ear, “I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll never even look at another man” he said as he let his fingers slide down your stomach and across your slick folds. “Oh gods, you’re already so wet for me, love” he said, groaning at the feeling of your wetness. “Only for you, Jon.” Those words made him smile up at you as he kissed his way down your stomach and across your inner thigh. His beard tickling your skin as he went. He let his tongue sweep lazily across your folds and pushed two fingers into you, curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot. He kept curling his fingers and gently pumping them in and out, causing you to arch your back and thread your hands into his hair, pulling his face closer to you as he licked and sucked at your clit. “I want you to finish on my tongue, love” Jon said as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. When he knew you were close because he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, he replaced them with his tongue, letting it explore you as he rubbed tight circles on your clit with his thumb. It didn’t take long before waves of pleasure were crashing over you, causing you to moan out his name at your high point.
Jon then removed the rest of his clothes and moved over top of you so he was resting on his forearms and he smiled and chuckled at you. In that moment you were happy you were laying down because of how wobbly in the knees his smile and laugh made you. “I love you, Jon Snow” “I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N” he said as he positioned himself at your entrance and slid into you while he buried his face in your neck and let out an obscene moan. When he was buried to the hilt inside of you, you couldn’t help but beg for him. “I need you, Jon. Please” you said, arching your back and moving your hips in an attempt to get more friction. “I’m going to make you feel so good you’re going to forget your own name, love” and with that, he began thrusting into you, hard and fast. He was pounding into you with such force that you were sure you’d split in two, his fingers digging into your hips. You were sure there would be plenty of bruises and soreness tomorrow, but you knew that’s what Jon wanted. He wanted you marked, he wanted everyone to know you were his.
“I’m close, Jon” you moaned out as he continued to thrust into you. “Me too, love” he said, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic.
Within moments, you were screaming each others’ names and he was spilling into you while you found your release all over his cock. He toppled down on you, not caring if his weight was too much and after a few moments of catching your breath, he pulled out of you and laid beside you, letting you rest your head on his chest. “You know, Y/N” he said, lazily dancing his fingers across your back and shoulders, “I might just have to kill the next man that flirts with you.” “Jon Snow, you’re insatiable and rabid with jealousy. You know I want nobody but you.” “I can’t help but be jealous. I have the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros, I just don’t want anyone else to touch you.” “Neither does Ghost apparently, I thought he was going to kill Theon a few times” you chuckled. “A few times?” you saw rage flash in Jon’s eyes again. “Relax, wolf. Ghost was protecting me” you smile up at him.
“I’m serious when I say I’ll kill the next man that flirts with you” he said, cuddling close to you. “I know you are, Snow” you said, letting yourself drift into sleep. And before long the both of you were fully asleep, with Jon snoring lightly.
“You look lovely today my lady.” He complemented, pulling her closed to his side.
“Thank you, your grace.” You smiled thankfully.
“Joffrey, please.” He spoke kindly, stopping at a bench.
“Joffrey.” You paused, closing your eyes fearing a blow to your cheek but when none came you sighed and look at him, and he flashed you a cat-like smile, “Joffrey, thank you for taking time to walk with me.”
Though it was you who requested my company.
He smiled brighter, growing into a smirk and dropped your arm for your hand, “Yes.. Sit with me.” He spoke emotionless and you obeyed quickly looking at the flowers instead of him, still slightly afraid.
“The flowers are beautiful yo- Joffrey.”
“I’m sure they are nothing compared to the ones Highgarden, I am sure.”
“Neigh.” You forced a smile as the lie fell through your lips, “Everything is more beautiful in the capital.”
“Certainly.” He sighed in a whispered tone as he grabbed your cheek and turned you to meet his eyes, placing his hand under your chin and not moving it. “Y/N… I have brought you here today, to the spot were we first met, for a reason.”
“Yes, your grace.”
“Sorry… Joffrey…” You blinked and portrayed a look of innocence in attempts to hide your fear. But his gripped stronged as he placed his other hand on your cheek.
Joffrey smiled gently, “Lady Y/N Tyrell… I know I am promised to your sister-”
Oh gods… Oh Gods please no…
“And I did love her for her beauty. But then I laid eyes on you.. And the moment I did my world stopped… What I am trying to say is I have moved my bethrothal to you other than your sister and we will be married by months end and I couldn’t be happier.”
You were gaping but you couldn’t hide your shock.
You needed to get out, right now.
“May I be excused, your grace?” You asked, pulling away, standing up and walking off, before getting your response Tears of fear and panic cluttered your face as you bit your lips to stop a sob from escaping your mouth.
The sand felt nice on your as you walked along the beach, your friend carrying your shoes in his hands.
“You are right, Jorah.” You smiled at him, then at the ocean beside you, “This truly is beautiful.”
He smiled thoughtfully at you, nodding in agreement and a calming silence filled the area.
“How is the Khaleesi?” He asked, breaking silence.
“Doing the best she can I suppose.” You shrugged sadly, “She is so strong and brave. yet so graceful. I wish sometimes that I held her faith and strength.”
Jorah smiled at this, grabbing your hand and giving it a small squeeze as you looked at him, then back out at the never ending sea as it spit in your face.
You sighed, knowing that there was no use in waiting.
If I do not tell him, Dany will.
“Jorah?” You questioned looking at him, he made a small hmmm, and looking at you, your hands shaking and you looked away. I must do it now…. “Jorah I have these feelings for you… And I have to know if you share these feelings at all or if… If I not I would not like to lose our frien-”
He cut you off by placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, squeezing your hand tightly. Murmuring against your brow, he said, “I have found myself loving you as well, Y/N”
Smiling at this, you looked up at him, leaning on his shoulder saying a silent thank you to the gods that you did not make a fool of yourself.
Tear flooded your eyes as you looked at his body.
This literally cannot be happening… You thought. Why is this happening…
“M-May I please have a moment alone?” You questioned the men, not looking back to see their response, only hearing the door shut.
It was then when you threw yourself onto the slab and clung to your friends dead body, sobbing uncontrollably.
He is cold. Cold and bruised and scraped. Something he should never be.
Shaking, you placed your lips to his forehead and hugged him, whispering in his ear silent things that you had kept secret. You whispered of your love for his eyes, for his hair, for his mind, for him, and trembled at the sight of his pale skin.
You barely noticed when a women placed her hand on her shoulder and a man picked you up, setting you on a bed where you fell into a dreamless sleep.
You woke up to warm breath and the tickle of beard against your neck, the sent of pine filling your nose. Looking up, you saw those dark eyes that you had fallen for such a long time ago and reached up, cupping his face with your hands.
“Have I died from grief, my love?” You spoke weak and hoarsely, blinking several times as Jon moved closer to you.
He shook is head, a smile brightly on his lips, one you had never seen in your life. You made a small o with your lips, your voice hurting too much to respond causing both of your eyes to water slightly.
“I heard your words.” Jon confessed.
“Did you?” You asked, too weak to figure out if he was truthful or not.
He nodded, “Aye.” He smiled again giving you a small gentle peck on your lips and pulling your weak body up as to hug you tightly. When at last pulling apart, you placed your forehead to his as he mumbled against your lips, “I feel the same.”
“Are you doing alright Lady Y/N? Truly?” He asked panicked as you nodded, grabbing his hand as you knew it calmed him down.
He was afraid, and rightfully so. A Baratheon in the North? It was danger which is why he locked you in his own tent, you sleeping in the day and him at night, though truthfully neither of you got much sleep.
You had told him all the plans you, knew, which wasn’t much but his words fear was one of his men finding you here and hurting you, perhaps even throwing you in a cell with your Uncle Jamie. Who knows what would happen from there.
“Robb your generosity is something I cannot thank you enough for.” You smiled lightly, “I am safer here than I was in King’s Landing.” You squeezed his hand gently, causing him to exhale and kneel beside you, his eyes never straying from yours. “I… I am so sorry Robb.” You sighed gently, tears in your eyes as you looked away. “I wish I could have-”
“You were packing and on your way to me, Y/N. There is nothing you could do.” He sighed to quickly, something you assumed he was doing to mask his tears. “I am sorry about your father as well.”
Smiling at the memory of your Lord Father, you looked down and sighed, “He died justly. Peacefully. It was the only way I could imagine him going I suppose.” Robb and you both chuckled at this and silence once again fell until Robb broke it.
“I.. I think I am love with you, Y/N.”
Your heart panged in your chest and you looked at the ground blinking slightly until you kneeled beside him, wrapping him in a tight embrace.
“I think I am in love with you too Robb.”
“Can’t we go on a walk around the garden?” You smirked at him, “Aren’t you bored?” He looked up from his desk and eyed you as you toyed with books off the shelf. Gently smiling, he looked back at his paper work. “C’mon Tommy!”
“Fine.” He confessed, “I am bored. These people think they get so much for doing so little. But I am the King. It is my duty to finish this. Ser Pounce is sure in need of a bit of fresh air though-”
You sighed, picking up the cat and sitting on Tommen’s desk, the cat being put in your lap as you stroked his ears, “ Tommy I haven’t seen you properly since Joffrey died-”
“Nor I you since the Red Wedding.” He spoke in agreement, taking a free hand to pet his cat. “Look… Y/N I-”
“Is this for the wedding?” you asked, seeing an envelope with the Tyrell Rose on it. Tommen nodded, a strange look on his face and you bit your tongue to prevent yourself from swearing, “I am very excited for you my friend.”
He chuckled curtly, “I am not.”
You eyed him suspiciously and looked him up and down, “Why not Tom?”
“She is a beauty. Any man would be lucky to call her his Lady wife, but there is such an age gap.” He pursed his lips, “Besides, my heart lies with someone else.”
Your heart skipped a beat at this. You knew that it couldn’t be you, but you truly hoped. I am a traitors daughter. A deserters sister. You reminded yourself I mean nothing to him.
“Who?” you asked numbly. Though you did not really want to know, it was polite to ask.
Tommen blushed and dropped his pen, reaching for your hand across the desk with one arm, and the other turned you to face him. His eyes were the softest and most gentle you had ever seen and it as though you were having a conversation with your eyes.
Forcing him to drop your hand you fell into his arms, looking up at him so you could respond.
I love you to Tommen. I have always loved you.
You couldn’t stop crying. You knew you had to, but you couldn’t. It was worse, somehow, when “Reek” had come to walk you down the isle.
Instead, you ran to him, wrapping your arms tightly around him and sobbed into his shoulder.
“Please don’t make me do this.”
“I don’t want to marry him.” You let go of Reek and began pacing. “He’s a foul creature. A monster. He’ll kill me I’m certain.”
He slowly made his way before you to reach out and touch you. “Y/N.” He repeated, still in a whisper, clearly not audible to your panic.
“He’ll poison me with his seed and as soon as I pop out a son he’ll feed me to the hounds like all the daughters I birthed before our boy.”
“Y/N!” He yelled at last but you weren’t listening.
“No… No maybe he won’t.” You pondered, oddly calm, “Maybe he’ll throw me from a tower. Or maybe he’ll cut off my legs so I can’t-”
Reek cut you off by grabbing you tightly and pressing his shaking lips to your temple, knowing it calms you.
“Y/N…” He whispered again, “I don’t want you to marry him either.”
“Re-No… No Theon… Theon…” He smiled gently, “More or less.. Theon Greyjoy would say he has loved you for the longest time and will defend you to the best of your ability. And will kill anyone who tires to catch your fancy,”
You laughed quietly and squeezed him tightly, “Y/N Stark would say that she shares his feelings and would wed him right now to save the two of them to the bastard she is promised to.”
He kissed your chin as he let you go, looking you up to down.
“Theon Greyjoy, and Reek I suppose, must protect their lady. Starting with this.” He dropped a small vial in your hands and you looked at it confused, “Drink it now.”
You almost dropped it when a knock came at your door.
“Reek! Hurry now! Everyone is freezing.” The bastard yelled from outside the door, “Tell my bride to walk down naked if she must! I will not wait another-”
“Take it. Now my lady. Hurry.”
You obeyed and forced the liquid into your mouth, Theon, taking the bottle once you had finished and threw it into the fire, linking arms with you and leading you outside.
And you cried out again. Tears of fear, loss and helplessness, but oddly enough, tears of joy.
“Why are you here, mi-lady?” He questioned you. “Is everything alright?”
You smiled at him, bowing your head before you sat at his desk, a small blush on your face.
“I am sorry to disrupt you, my lord but it is a matter of most importance.”
Tyrion dropped his pen and looked up from his piece of paper, his mind filling with concern as he went through all the possibilities big or small.
Are you dying? Are you leaving?
Did something happen to your family? Did something happen to his family?
Are you hurt? Are you sick?
“My Lord?” You asked, your eyes filling with his concern, “My lord are you all right?”
He nodded, grabbing your hand and forcing a smile, “Quite. What Is the matter?”
You sighed and squeezed his hand tight before releasing the grip to calm yourself, “I have… How do I say it… I have grown feelings… But they are improper.. And I have tried to push them away but I have failed.
“Feelings?” He spoke numbing, fearing the response you would give, “Feelings for Joffrey?”
“For my lord father?”
“For Gods sake.. Please tell me they aren’t for the Queen regent!?”
You chuckled slightly at this, “Nay my Lord. I have grown feelings for you.”
His eyes widened at this and he opened his mouth to release an Oh, but no noise came out as he sat in shock.
“I am sorry my lord. I know of the improper nature, for I am a serving girl and you are a high born Lord but I thought it best to tell you that-”
“Nay.” He repeated and you tilted your head to the sighed, “No don’t say another word about impropertity cause I do not care.” He smiled brightly at you and brought your hand to his lips, “Meet me here come nightfall. We shall take a walk.” You bowed your head, smiling before standing up and walking to the door before he stopped you.
“Oh and Y/N.”
“Yes my Lord?”
“Thank you for telling me.” He smirked at you.
For I feel the same and never would have told you the truth
Note: this is my first GoT fanfic so I hope its good, I plan on making many more for different characters and if you have any character suggestions that should be done first let me know!
You were never really
innocent, like far from it. You never acted like a lady but you were forced
too, until you dishonored your father, he sent you to the Nights watch to be
their fuck toy or something along those lines. At least you got to go to the
wall, you could handle yourself very well, and your uncle was the Commander
there so you would be treated fairly well.
Imagine returning from the battle of the bastards when everyone thinks you’re dead and having wild, passionate sex with Jon.
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I love your writing 😍 can you do an imagine where Jon thinks he lost you in a battle but you come back and there’s wild and passionate sex that follows? Just really romantic and passionate Jon please ommggg
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The battle’s outcome was worse than anyone could’ve predicted.
Bodies of those who had fallen were your only company as you furiously stormed towards Winterfell.
You didn’t know who won. You were knocked down at a time where Jon was losing badly making you assume it remained that way.
You knew that if Jon had lost- he would be dead by now and as heartbreaking as that was, you weren’t upset. You were fuelled by rage.
Vengeful plans circled your mind as you turned your walk into a jog, the walls of the Castle coming into sight. You had been non stop for hours. Running on fumes caused by thoughts of Ramsay Bolton.
Ramsay- The animal who raped Sansa. The bastard that potentially killed your true love. The man that would beg for his life as you skinned him alive.
You were not scared. You were pissed and ready to die for who you believed in.
Getting knocked out in battle and waking up not knowing the fate of your beloved did nothing but push you further into a pit of aggression.
Your gaze locked on the surrounding views; frosted hills glowed as the cooling sunset bounced off them. The ground, you once remembered as a beautiful piece of scenery, was now showered in the mangled deceased.
Jon didn’t know you were fighting until Rickon was killed and by then it was too late to stop you however if Ramsay did win and was still alive, it would all be worth while.
Jon was honourable like Eddard Stark and would’ve given Ramsay a clean death. Where as you planned on making him suffer beyond belief.
With a grin produced out of bitterness and anger, you slowed down your jog and walked through the gates of Winterfell. But what you saw, you didn’t expect.
“Y/N?” Jon’s voice cracked as you came to a halt. It was then you noticed Stark flags dangling from the walls. Tears clouded you vision as you stared in disbelief.
He had won.
You sighed in relief after a few seconds of awe before running towards him. His arms wrapped around you in a tight hug whilst he mumbled how happy he was into your hair. “I thought you were dead Y/N.” Jon voiced as everyone watched their newly proclaimed king hold you close.
“I thought you had lost the battle.” You replied breaking away from Jon’s embrace but remaining in his arms. “I had a plan of seeking your revenge. One that would ensure the death of that Bolton bastard.”
Jon let out a chuckle at you vicious words. He had been pacing back and forth all day, praying to the gods you were safe and had taken refuge. However he didn’t expect you, injured and exhausted, to walk miles just to continue the fight.
The two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, all your love being expressed with one look. The loving gesture was turned into something more as he placed a desperate kiss onto your plump lips. Your lips moved in sync as a passion neither of you had felt before seeped into the kiss.
Forgetting you had a crowd, Jon hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist whilst continuing to show the love he had to offer. Jon walked blindly to his chambers, stumbling around and struggling up the steps as he refused to break the kiss.
The second you kicked the door shut, clothes were being torn off. You both fell onto the bed as your aching body became stripped of material, leaving you naked before Jon’s hungry eyes.
Gripping his stubbly face in your muddy hands, you held him close as he wasted no time removing his underwear. Blood and dirt from the battle coated you however Jon still thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Your eyes sparkled with euphoria, your long eyelashes making them droop sexily whilst your lips tugged up into a smirk. Jon’s heart was racing. Only one hour ago he was a mess, angry at himself for letting you die but alas, here you are, your bare body resting patiently under his as a proclamation of love.
“I love you Y/N.” He whispered, his northern voice becoming husky as he leant down for a passionate kiss. With a sudden boost of energy, you flipped him onto his back.
“I love you Jon Snow.” You held the base of his hard dick and slowly moved your hand up, collecting the pre cum that had been released before lowering your mouth and sensually sucking it off.
Jon groaned in approval at your dirty act, not understanding how you can make him feel this way as you swirled your tongue around his tip. You repeated the action a couple of times before moving yourself up his body and straddled his waist.
Jon always liked to have control in the bedroom however this time, you had a different idea. “Let me ride you.” You whispered the rhetorical question, not caring for his answer as you positioned his length at your entrance and sunk down on it.
Your eyes never left each other but you could still see Jon bite his lip whilst he took a sharp intake of breath from the pleasure your tight walls around him caused. Slowly, you lifted yourself up allowing him to slid out before grinding down harder.
Your short moan bringing more excitement to Jon as his dick brushed your clit. Jon gripped your hips tightly whilst you rode him skilfully towards bliss, his eyes were glued to your bouncing chest which is when he decided enough was enough.
Shocking a gasp from you, Jon pushed you harshly backwards and got on top, thrusting into you whilst caressing your breast with his hand. His hips moved back and forth matching the tempo of your kiss.
Jon kissed you with such beauty. He made you know exactly how special you are with each movement of his lips, he loved you more than he had ever loved before. And that was proven by how he kissed you.
Your arms were wrapped around his neck, holding him tightly as he changed his pace. Jon liked to tease you non stop during sex. When you were about to cum, he knew and would slow down before working you back up again.
His large dick reached deeper than you could cope with as you arched your back due to Jon thrusting faster. The love he felt for you was being shown by the small whispers of sweetness he kept letting slip. Your whimpers and moans were increasing as well as Jon’s groans signalling you were both close.
This moment where you’re both pressed together, eyes never leaving as you writhed in pleasure, was the most intimate and perfect moment shared between the two of you.
As you came, Jon’s lips sucked on your neck violently. He wanted to make this moment last, his body tensing as he tried to keep it together just a moment longer. However you moaning his name wasn’t helping the situation.
Jon released warm liquid inside of you as you clenched around him- still out of breath from the orgasm you just experienced. “Fuck Y/N.” He moaned bringing his lips to yours.
His hands trailed down, lightly pressing a finger to your sensitive clit. You were exhausted, after the battle you walked miles and ended up having intensely heated sex but yet you still managed to buck you hips desperately.
Jon gently placed small kisses across your collar bone, his fingers circling the perfect spot to make you whine in ecstasy.
“I hope you’re not tired.” The beautiful man whispered in your ear. “Tonight I am going to show you how much I love you. But because I love you so much this is going to take a while.”
You giggled which turned into a moan as he worked you faster.
Y/N’s head rested on his chest as she played his fingers. The crackling of the logs soothed the atmosphere. “Why so quiet today?“
Jon didn’t say anything but he didn’t have to. The way he slowly sigh every five minutes while he gazed longingly at the ceiling was a very sign that was something was troubling him. Y/N slowly rested her hand on his cheek, he moved his head slowly towards her. His dark eyes watched her face. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or am I gonna have to kick someone’s ass again?”
He chuckled softly bringing her closer to his chest. He shook his head softly before pressing a light kiss to the temple of her forehead. “You’ve always done that” he finally states causing Y/N to look up at him
“What protect you? I’ll always do that Jon, no matter the person, day, or age.” She whispered, his mind went back to the day he first met Y/N. She was opinionated, aggressive, but friendly, sorta.
“Is Jon about to cry?” Robb teased as a group his Lords laughed along with him, his hand roughly pushing the lanky boy back, his curls fallen over his solemn face. His watched the boy he considered his brother for a moment before turning his head in the opposite direction. “He’s about the cry! What a baby!” He shrieked pointing his finger at Jon.
Robb grunted softly at a small rock was thrown at him, he roughly pressed his hand against his head, aggressively rubbing at the wound that the rock created. “Leave him alone jerk!” A light voice whispered, Robb looked up noticing a girl standing protectively over Jon.
“Who’s gonna stop me, you?” A fire possessed her, she growled softly before tackling the Lord unto the ground, her tiny fist balled up as she punched him wildly in the chest. Her light screams filled the air while Robb’s pleas for help was drowned out.
Jon quickly scrambled to his feet while he yanked the girl back, she fell on top of Jon with a harsh thud. Robb scurried away from the girl, his friends following hastily followed behind him. “Can-can you get off me please?” She heard a muffled voice, she quickly rolled off the bastard before jumping to her feet. “Who-who are you?”
“Y/N L/N!” She held out her hand, that was slightly covered in dirt. Jon smiled softly before clasping his hand in hers. “I’m a warden of Eddard Stark”
“Its nice to meet you” he pressed a lopsided grin against his lips “I’m Jon Snow”
Jon stayed quiet beside at the dinner table afraid to utter a word because of Catelyn’s harsh glare. Y/N gasped softly as the pitcher of wine fell on her body, her dress staining blood red. “I’m so sorry my dear, I didn’t mean-”
“Jon its quit alright” she smiled holding his hand in hers before giving him a reassuring smile.
Catelyn slammed her hand down on the table, her chair pushing against the wooden floor. Her eyes watching over Jon in disgust. “Cat-” Ned warned slowly.
“This abomination, disgusting insignificant bastard. Since the day you’ve entered these walls you’ve been nothing but a nuance that I was burden with-”
“That’s enough!” Y/N hissed her eyes glaring at Catelyn.
“Y/N/N-” Jon warned, he slowly rose to his feet followed by Robb, Theon, and Ned.
“No he may not be your son but who’s fault is that! He may not have your blood coursing though his veins but does that make him any less human! He’s was a child! How can Jon be at fault for the actions of two consenting adults! If you were to die and Ned were to marry another wouldn’t you want the woman to treat your children like her own, catering for them while they lay ill or reassuring them in the dead of night when they are scared! You are a mother first! Start acting like it!” She stated, she stomped away leaving the room quiet.
“You got off lucky last time I messed with Jon I got a rock to the face and endless punches” Robb spoke earning a muffled laughed from everyone but Catelyn who seemed stunned by the outburst of Y/N. Jon quickly moved out of the room, knowing exactly where she’d be.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around her legs as she watched the field below her. “You didn’t have to do that”
Of course I did, she’s treated like you dirt for too long” His arms wrapped slowly around her shoulder bringing her closer. “I will always want to protect, you’re just too innocent”
“Let’s run away together” he blurted out, she turned him with an amused expression on her face.
“The woods!” He proclaimed his hand gesturing to the woods in front of them.
“Jon! I’ve been pampered all my life! How will I survive?” She laughed
“With me, I’ll protect you just as you do me” he whispers capturing her lips before she could object anymore.
Y/N groaned loudly, her hand pressing against her kicking stomach. She stretched out her hands to feel for her husband but he was no longer at her side. With a grunt she got up, slowly moving the cabin. “Ghost, where is Jon and (Y/C/N)” he slowly laid his head down. “Thanks, you’re a big help” she slowly shuffled to the door as she heard the soft chatter of her child.
“Daddy! I don’t think Mommy will be happy when she wakes up” his hand holding the knife slowly before Jon grabbed it out of his hand.
“Why Y/C/N?” He stopped scaling the fish before turning back to his son, a smile written on his features. He was a spitting image of Jon, his dark eyes and his pale skin with the thick curly hair the only thing he possessed was Y/N’s (hair color).
“She’ll miss me and cry all night” he states “I miss mommy” Y/C/N was a mommy’s boy, never wanting to leave her side for anything. Jon would call him “Third Arm” because of how much he rested in her arms. Y/N rested her head on the door frame watching her husband teach their son how to scale a fish. Y/C/N wasn’t paying attention but Jon didn’t care spending these moments with his son really pleased, he wanted Y/C/N’s childhood to be different from his. Giving his son the love that he never got.
She felt Ghost brushed up against her hand, she slowly bent, letting Ghost rest his head on her. Her hand running through his Snow-like fur.
“We sure are lucky, aren’t we Ghost” he barked softly before rushing down to Jon and Y/C/N. Jon looked up towards the door, his eyes washing over his captivating wife.