#Modern jon snow smut

[axelsagewrites]

Jon Snow*Couldn't Resist

Pairing: Jon x f!reader (could be modern or not)

Kinktober Day six: over stimulation with Jon Snow – Jon is eager to please but even more eager to make you a mumbling mess who doesn’t know their own name by the end

Word count: 1114

Warnings: over stimulation, multiple orgasm, fingering, f! receiving oral, dry humping, neck kissing, slight begging, needy Jon, p in v sex, unprotected sex, smut 18+

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Soft black hair tickled the skin of your cheek, rousing you from your slumber. As your eyes fluttered open a moan escaped your lips as you felt soft lips against your neck, sucking softly on the skin. “Jon?” You yawned, glancing down at the man who was already all over you before the sun had risen.

He hummed against your skin, lips never leaving your skin as he worked his way down your neck. “What are you doing?” you asked, noticing his hand softly running up your bare thigh. After a long night with your husband under the sheets last night you had fallen asleep bare, something Jon found to be irresistible apparently.

“Kissing you,” he said, his lips trailing along your collar bones, “Feeling you,” he murmured, his hand running up your inner thigh. You shivered when his fingers ran over your wet cunt, “Touching you,” he finally added, his lips edging farther down your chest, “Need you,” he muttered against your skin making you chuckle lightly.

“You had me last night,” you giggled, “over and over, and over again,” you teased, your fingers toying with his hair.

“Not enough,” he said, his lips moving down your stomach. You sighed in content as he made his way further down, moaning lightly as his finger rubbed over your clit in slow circles, his lips edging further down. “Wanna taste you,”

You hummed, figuring you had time for now, “Just once sweetheart. I know what you’re like,” you said, hands still holding his soft locks.

Jon laughed as your skin, “Have no clue what you’re on about love,” he said and before you could chastise and remind him of last night, he had placed a soft kiss to your clit making you whine, your back arching slightly, “Just wanna make you feel good,” he said, warm breath fanning your wet cunt making shivers radiate up your body,

His hands held your thighs, pushing them over his shoulders as he licked a stripe up your cunt making you tense in anticipation. His hands locked around your legs, keeping your hips steady as he began to lick greedy tongues up your cunt, devouring you like a starved dog.

Your hands twisted in his hair, toes curling as his lips moved up to suck your clit, his fingers edging in your hole. You gasped when you felt him ease two fingers in but moaned as he began to move them slowly, curling them with expert position like he’d studied your body for a lifetime.

Jon moaned against your cunt, vibrations running up your body making your skin tingle. Your heels dug into his back, and you could feel the way he was humping the bed, giving himself his own slight release as he worked on yours.

It didn’t take long in your sleep ridden haze for a warm feeling to spread through your stomach. “Fuck,” you whined, as you came to your peak. Jons tongue did not stop even as your body did, your legs twitching around your head, “Just one,” you whined, pushing at his shoulder.

“Cmon baby,” Jon whined, his face wet with your juices, “One more please? I’ll be good after this I swear,”

You whined before nodding, “Fine,” you said, and the words had barley left your lips before he dove back in. this time his tongue darting inside you making your body shudder. These moans were harder to contain especially when his nose moved to nuzzle perfectly into your clit.

Your second peak arrived even quicker than the first but as you reached this one you felt your hips bucking, hand clenching Jons hair tight, as you grinded onto his face. Your movements only spurred Jon on as soon his fingers had return, this time slipping three in with ease as he moved up to suck your sensitive bundle of nerves again. His fingers were faster this time, his teeth grazing your clit, and no sooner had your second orgasm finished did your third hit like a fallen castle.

You could barley contain the moans, biting into your arms to try stop yourself as your body twitched under Jon. His movements didn’t stop till your hands began to push his head away, not feeling like you could face another as your legs continued to twitch.

Jon crawled up your body, his lips kissing your cheek and jaw gently as his hips rutted into yours. his hard cock rubbing into your stomach as he searched for friction, “Please,” he murmured against your skin, “Let me fuck you please,” he begged, kissing your skin desperately.

You nodded making him look up from the crook of your neck, his eyes searching your face for approval. You nodded at him, not sure if you were even able to speak yet. Jon knew your signal to stop, a double tap on the shoulder, but with your nod and no tap he waisted no time in lining his cock up with your ready hole.

As he sunk his cock in you gasped, your hole already so sensitive from before. Jon however was still desperate for release so as his lips latched to your nipple, his free hand playing with the other, his hips began to snap against yours setting a relentless pace. “Fuck Jon I-I,” you gasped, interrupted by your own moans as you felt another orgasm approaching.

Jon moved his hand to under your back, pulling it up to arch your back to hit a new spot which caused your eyes to roll into your skull as a fourth orgasm crashed down on you. his thrusts did not stop but the way your cunt squeezed him just made his pace quicken.

He was determined to milk one more out of you as his hand dropped your back letting you sink into the bed but now his hand slipped between your bodies till, he was rubbing fast circles into your clit. His lips left your skin as he lent up, allowing himself to fuck you deeper as his hand came up to cover your mouth as your moans probably echoed through the walls.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes, admiring his body for the few moments you had before your final peak arrived making your legs clench around Jon which only pulled him in deeper. You vaguely heard cursing as you rode out your final orgasm, but you released why as you felt Jon spill inside you.

After a few moments of him catching his breath Jon rolled to lay beside you, glancing at you with a sorry smile, “What happened,” you started to ask, panting as you looked to your husband, “to just one?”

“Couldn’t resist,”

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[miss-celestia13]

I Think He Knows

The woollens have been put away, time for Jon and Dany to brave another chaotic season ❤️

This is my late participation in @snowxstormworld JonerysSummerLovin event. A continuation of my winter themed story, Wool to Brave the Seasons. It’s very silly 🤭 Summary/snippet is below 🥰

She drew in a deep breath. The sharp, briny air and salt laced breeze flirted with her loose hair as Jon’s arms wound around her from behind and he rested his chin on her shoulder. She leaned back into him and waited. Any second now...

“You two are in the master upstairs. I deliberately chose the room on the opposite side of the house. If I hear one sigh or noise, I’ll tell mother about the time you broke her favorite necklace and blamed it on my poor pup,” Viserys said in his outside voice and Dany stifled a snort as she and Jon turned to face him.

“Your prissy little dog is always eating her things when you visit. Who do you think she’ll believe, you or me?”

A romance forged in winter never withers as Jon and Dany vacation in a land of summer and sand. Grappling with the heat and an obnoxious Viserys, they reach a delicate realization that they're exactly where they're supposed to be—part two to Wool to Brave the Seasons.

[littledancer9]

It’s Always Yes with you

A Collab with & Moodboards by @axdragons

For @snowxstormworld Jonerys Summer Lovin’ 24

Summary: Jon surprises Dany with a long weekend getaway at his family's cabin in The Riverlands. No cell service. No WiFi. Beautiful river views. Just the two of them and the chance to go down memory lane playing games spurred on by one of their favorite games from college: The Jar.

If only Dany liked camping.

Confessions, naughty dares, and silly games ensue as they shed the inhibitions of daily life.

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[crownedtargaryen]

Modern!Bran Stark Headcanons

A/N: honestly, this is just to give context to the one shot I’m writing and I made these in my class. A lot are of him being a silly little Twitch streamer. So, enjoy!! There aren’t a lot of NSFW ones, but shrugs or whatever.

ALL NOTES ARE APPRECIATED! (REBLOGS, LIKES, COMMENTS)

CW: Semi-Publicized Sex, Slurp Slurp Under Da Desk

NSFW 18+ HEADCANONS ARE IN THIS!

Pronouns: She/Her

SFW

He’s a huge gamer, 100%. The average League and Clash Royale player. He’s a variety twitch streamer in his spare time, honestly having a large following!

He works a lot on his upper body strength, keeping himself lean but not buff. He has a tendency to overexert himself a because he’s insecure about his wheelchair, trying to prove he can still be just as strong as his brothers.

Bran is a MASSIVE nerd, holy crap. He has limited edition collectibles and loves to show you them. At cons, he will buy insanely expensive merchandise and you stand there in shock at how much money he throws into those passions of his.

To be honest, he probably wouldn’t have been your friend if you weren’t friends with his siblings. Plus, you grew up with him which is a bonus. You helped him through the emotional distress he felt being now stuck in a wheelchair, encouraging him that you’ll do anything to help him learn to walk again. A naive child, which he constantly teases you for now. When people ask why you’re friends with him, you respond “I find him endearing is all!”

He works a lot on his upper body strength, keeping himself lean but not buff. He has a tendency to overexert himself a because he’s insecure about his wheelchair, trying to prove he can still be just as strong as his brothers.

Bran is a MASSIVE nerd, holy crap. He has limited edition collectibles and loves to show you them. At cons, he will buy insanely expensive merchandise and you stand there in shock at how much money he throws into those passions of his.

To be honest, he probably wouldn’t have been your friend if you weren’t friends with his siblings. Plus, you grew up with him which is a bonus. You helped him through the emotional distress he felt being now stuck in a wheelchair, encouraging him that you’ll do anything to help him learn to walk again. A naive child, which he constantly teases you for now. When people ask why you’re friends with him, you respond “I find him endearing is all!”

He’s had the biggest crush on you since kindergarten and has dedicated his entire love life to pursuing you. But, he has terrible rejection anxiety and so he hesitates to confess his feelings.

His love languages are as follows; Giving - Gift Giving and Semi-Physical Touch ,, Receiving - Physical Touch and Quality Time

He doesn’t show it nor admit it, but he’s SUPER protective of you and sends Jock!Robb and Jock!Jon to beat the crap out of people for you.

His siblings and parents LOVVVE embarrassing him in-front of you. They’ll tell you stupid stories that you weren’t there for, unflattering pictures they take of him they’ll text you, abut what REALLY gets him all flustered and pulling you away to his room to hide is when they drop unsubtle hints about his deep rooted feelings for you

Bran has really gotten used to swallowing down his emotions and hiding them from everyone. You’d have to know everything going on in his life to know how he truly feels.

He definitely went through a cringey stage in middle school, it’s haunted him since. He may need therapy.

Uses the words Pog, Pogchamp, Rizz, Bruh, Moist, and Holly Molay ironically, and repeats them regularly. He won’t stop. Help.

Can and WILL tell you the entire FNAF lore.

Always urging you into his interests and rambles for hours in what he loves. He’ll GLADLY indulge in your likings as well.

He’s on the neurodivergent spectrum. As someone on that spectrum, he totally is. He has special interests and will never stop talking about them while laying in bed with you.

He absolutely ADORES when upon send him videos and pictures you find on Pinterest or TikTok and say “us”

When you aren’t at his house he BEGS you to call him to merely feel your presence. He has insane insomnia when you aren’t with him and needs to call you to sleep.

On ALL his socials other than his Twitch, you’re his pfp. The thing is, he doesn’t pick flattering pictures of you. No. He picks the most meme worthy goofy photos of you and him, just LOVING it. He’s VERY public about your romance.

His stream LOOOVES you and constantly begs him to have you on. He acts like it’s bothersome but he secretly adores the excuse to invite you over. Of course, there are some of his fans that ignore your existence or don’t like you, which you come to realize is because they’re romantically attracted to him and feel you are an obstacle, so they find it better to be harsh or just ignore you all together.

He’ll do a karaoke stream with you and I love to imagine it’s like this video

NSFW

He loves when his family is out and he tells them he’s streaming so you can come over and just ride the fuck out of him in the living room.

He’s a pervy mf, eyeing you up and down always and getting hard-ons CONSTANTLY when he looks at you. It makes you so flustered noticing the huge cock in his pants rock hard and insanely visible due to his size.

Sometimes he’ll plead you to suck him off when he’s streaming, tying to keep himself together as he talks to his chat. He’ll let out soft whimpers and moans, but play them off as frustration. You’re surprised no one has caught on as he pushes your head down and swallows hard to stifle himself.

He’ll suck on your tits randomly. You’ll be cuddling and he’ll move under your shirt, whining softly and peeking through the top of your shirt. You look down at him and laugh, then give him verbal consent to continue. He’ll greedily lap over the buds, feeling up your sides and slowly grinding against your leg like the wolf he is.

He suggests an OnlyFans a few times and a NSFW Twitter, jokingly at first but then genuinely growing interested in the idea. You think it’s just for money, but he wants to show everyone who he belongs to and who belongs to him.

He loves nothing more than thigh fucking you, moaning into your ear and burying his face in your neck as he marks you up.

He has a private Twitter where he posts (with your consent) photos of him with the messiest hickeys on his neck and the scratches on his back after you and him fuck around. His captions are always goofy like “Just got mauled 🤭😏”

He loves when you ride him while he plays games, moaning softly into the mic and gripping your ass, unable to focus as he messes up and swears under his breath, burying his face between your breasts to comfort himself from the frustration.

[luvinescent]

Stealing Time

Pairing: Modern!Robb Stark x fem!Reader

Summary: Weddings should be an event full of joy and happiness for everyone involved. Especially for the bride and groom, who are the main focal point of it all. So, what is the reason for celebrations if they both have gone missing?

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, sexual content, smut, p in v, dirty talk, etc.

Word count: 3933

Additional: M/H/N stands for Maid of Honors Name.

A soft melody of a strong quartet could be heard through the air like a soft breeze as more guests continued to arrive. The venue was decorated with fairy lights that cascaded down, a crystal chandelier in the middle of it all, creating an inviting and dreamy atmosphere. The celebratory music pulsated on the dance floor, enticing visitors to sway and swirl in a joyful celebration. The air was filled with laughter and lively discussions that mixed with the sound of glasses clinking as toasts were being offered in honor of the newlyweds.

The only problem was that neither one of them were present in the room.

Catelyn Stark, mother of the groom, stood scanning the room next to the wedding planner— a young girl who looked to be on the verge of pulling out her hair. Catelyn could hear the small anxious mutters of “we’re off schedule now” as the girl kept analyzing the clipboard she held in her hand. Excusing herself from the girl and her husband, Catelyn went towards the hallways connecting to the venue. She was stopped in her travels by a distant relative on her husbands’ side, smiling at the old man.

“Catelyn!” he greeted heartily. “Where is that boy of yours? I haven’t seen him or the new Mrs.”. He let out a great laugh, holding onto his rounded beer belly for support. Catelyn returned the laugh, nodding at his question, “I was just about to go get him. I’ll be right back”.

She turned around; the sound of her heels clicking on the shiny floor echoed, causing any guests in her path to quickly shift aside. Catelyn walked with a confident stance, her chin up, shoulders back, and a big smile covering her face. A smile that was very deceiving and Jon Snow knew this when she came faced with him.

“Where is your brother?”

He stared wide eyed at her, caught off guard by her presence and her question. His face was a ballet of nervousness, revealing the false confidence he was trying so hard to keep up. “I-I, uh… I don’t know...”, Jon shrugged his shoulder, wincing a little at the look she gave him. Catelyn smacked her lips, grabbing a hold of Jons ear, “Don’t lie to me. Where is Robb? The nerve of that boy! Disappearing at his own wedding, and you covering for him. I thought I raised you both better than this!”. The entire time, the bride’s maid of honor had stood next to Jon, witnessing him get a scolding from his mother, but Catelyn could care less about his embarrassment. Before Catelyn could continue her interrogation, she was stopped by the sound of a familiar voice within her distance. “Have you seen Y/N?”.

Turning around, Catelyn saw the mother of the bride asking a family member before she turned and saw her. “Oh, Cat!”, the mother rushed towards her, “Have you seen my daughter? I can’t find her anywhere”.

Putting back on that wide smile, Catelyn turned her head to Jon and the maid of honor. “What a coincidence. I can’t seem to find my son either.”

The two looked like deer’s caught in headlights. Both their words jumbled out fast, inaudible to the human ear. Thinking fast, M/H/N leaped into action, her words both a hasty attempt and holding a somewhat truth to them. “Y/N went to go change from her wedding gown to her reception dress”. Jon nodded vigorously in agreement at her explanation, “A-And Robb wanted to change his shoes”. M/H/N whipped her neck and gave Jon a glare, his add on not helping as Robb did not bring extra shoes. Y/N’s mother did not have time to question any of what they said—being brisked away to go greet a great aunt.

Catelyn stood in front of the two adults once again. She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by their statements.

“Y/N went to go change?”

“Yes”, M/H/N said instantly.

“And Robb went to go change his shoes?”

“Yes”, now it was Jon.

“…and they went together?”

“…yes”, they both replied. Humming to herself, she continued observing them, knowing very well they were hiding something. “How long ago did they leave?”. They once again exchanged looks with one another, face flushed with embarrassment, “Uh, not that long ago…they’ll be here soon”. Catelyn’s skepticism deepened, her eyes darting from M/H/N awkward performance to Jon’s increasingly guilty expression. Letting out a sigh and rubbing her temples, she turned to return to the party, “Fine”.

With one hand tangled in his auburn curls, you panted against Robb’s lips, “mm you’re insane”. Robb chose to ignore your words, his lips choosing to instead attack your neck and his fingers gripping hard on your thigh— surely to leave bruises come morning. Craning your neck back for more easy access, you tried reasoning, “they’re probably looking for us now—“. You couldn’t even finish your sentence, his cock having thrusted into your walls so deep it left you gasping for air, “f-Fuck, Robb!”

He groaned against your neck, his hips moving in rhythm against yours, “Who cares what they’re doing when I get to have you like this to all to myself”.  You almost bit your tongue when his hand slipped between the two of you, fingers rubbing at your sweet spot, “Fuck, I love it when you moan my name”.

It was almost close to an hour ago when your maid of honor took you to change out of your wedding dress into your reception dress. Coming out of the dressing room, you were met with both your newly brother-in-law and newly husband. While M/H/N and Jon engaged in some conversation about the band arriving soon, Robb and you took to wrapping each other up in arms. With a huge grin on his face, he planted small kisses all over your face, “My gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, wife”. Laughing at how his stubble tickled against your face, you laid your palm up against his cheek, “Aye, watch the makeup”, quickly giving him a kiss on the lips before pulling away and looking into his blue eyes, “but thank you my very handsome, good-looking, very very very attractive husband”. You two shared a moment of silence and intense gaze before you both broke out in giggles, capturing each other’s lips in one another, moving tendering and deeply. Pulling away, Robb stared down at you, both love in his eyes but also a hint of something else.

“You know you really do look gorgeous. You look equally as beautiful in this dress as you did in your wedding dress”. You thanked him once again but gave him a puzzled look when he said he had other opinions, however.

“And what other opinions are those?”, you said, smiling while waving at a cousin who just entered the building. Turning back to Robb, you noticed the way his eyes had slightly shifted in emotion; something more carnal behind them. Bending down his head towards your ear, he whispered softly, “If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have you naked with my head between your thighs”. His voice brought chills up your spine as he blew a soft gust of air on your earlobe before going back to height. Biting your lip and playing with his tie, you titled your head to the side and chuckled softly “You would, huh?”. His only reply was a nod, watching your every move like hawk and gulping as your fingers started to trail along his neck now. Robb was being unfair; he knew just how much his words had an effect on you. But yours did too. Bringing him down by his tie, you’d thought best to return his teasing—fighting fire with fire.

Slowly, you leaned up, “…I want you inside of me. I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now”. You could hear his breath hitch behind his closed mouth. Both of you were once again stuck in an intense stare down, this time only desire and want in your gazes. You were quick to fix yourself up, distancing yourself a bit from Robb and plastering on an innocent smile as more guests arrived, “Hi. Thank you for coming”. You snickered to yourself; feeling Robbs eyes on your back as he hadn’t moved a single inch from his spot. Jon and M/H/N ended their conversation and turned to face you both, nodding their head in the direction of the main area, “Alright, let’s get going”.

You took one single step before Robb came up behind you, grabbing you by your forearm and pushing you towards his chest. “Actually”, he started, “Y/N told me her dress is bothering her”. M/H/N had stepped up, examining you from head to toe, “Oh, let me help— “. Robb had interrupted her by raising his hand and shaking his head, “No, it’s fine. I got it. Besides, we want to spend some quiet time together, don’t we babe?”. Looking up at him, you quickly assessed the situation and nodded along, “R-right, yeah. We’ll be right back. You guys go and have fun. Who cares about us anyways.”

Jon and M/H/N didn’t have time to argue back— the new couple running down the halls of the building, hand in hand with laughter being echoed throughout it. Jon tsked his tongue, shouting at his brother and sister-in-law who were still in view, “What do you mean who cares about you guys?! This is your wedding!”. They both turned to flip Jon off, turning the corner and disappearing to the next connecting hall. Sighing, Jon rubbed his face as M/H/N came to stand next to him in silence.

“You know there was nothing wrong with her dress”. “… Yeah”.

And that’s how you found yourself with Robb in some random office room in the building of your wedding reception. Robb’s patience was running low as he pushed you up against the wall and against the corner of what some seemed to be some bookshelf. Both your lips hungrily going at each other very frantically. A loud moan was swallowed by his mouth when his fingers went down, pushing your panties to the side and starting to play with your wet folds and opening. Wasting no time, you trailed your hands down towards his belt, quickly trying to undo it. Robb pulled away entirely from you, using the distance to unbutton a bit of his dress shirt and to take off his belt. Breathing heavily, you grabbed him back down by the neck for another kiss, biting his lip and sucking on his tongue. Pulling away, you raised an eyebrow at Robb with a smirk present on your face and his lips darkened and wet with saliva, “I’m almost positive this kind of tradition is reserved for tonight. You know, after the reception, not during”. Robb laughed slightly, pushing up against you and grabbing a hold of your thigh, wrapping your leg around his waist while the other stood for balance. His other hand was used to bunch up the fabric of your white party dress and to pull down one of its straps. “What can I say”, he bit along your neck, “you’re just so damn beautiful. So damn sexy. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back when I saw you walking down that aisle”. His lips returned to yours. This kiss was messy with teeth almost clashing and tongues fighting. Both your hands were everywhere they could be felt; his on your thighs, ass, hips, breasts, and yours on his chest, neck, and back. Pulling away, Robb looked at you from head to toe and gave you a teasing smile, “And what’s all this?”. With both your body movements and clothes shifting, Robb had finally taken noticed of the white lace lingerie you had underneath the entire time of both your wedding dress and your reception dress. Rolling your eyes, you gave him a pointed look, “It was supposed to be for tonight. Way to ruin the surprise”.  He pouted mockingly at you and let out a small chuckle, kissing your forehead before his previous lustful look returned, “We can keep it on for now. And for tonight, I’ll just pretend it’s my first time seeing it”.

The way he spoke and stared at you had sent something straight to your burning core and had made you shifted closer to him unconsciously. “Such a gentleman”, you spoke running a thumb along his bottom lip and started kissing him again. With his belt already undone, it only took a few seconds to push down his clothing layers just enough to free his cock. As a brief warning, sliding your panties to the side, he slid his tip through your wet folds for a couple seconds. The whine you let out was all he needed before he pushed entirely inside you. You gasped loudly and screwed your eyes shut as Robb gave you a few seconds to adjust to the sudden fullness. Shaking your head, you bit down on your lip, “Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough”. Robb wasted no time, gripping your thigh and fucking deeply into you, “Ah, fuck”, he moaned out, “you feel so fucking good. My good girl. My fucking wife”. He moved his lips along your collarbone, groaning and biting down. “Mm, fuck” you muffled out as your pussy clenched around his hard cock with every thrust he made. Robb took a second to look down, watching the way you took him in and your sleek and arousal that coated him every time he reentered. He was in heaven. Looking back up, you stared at Robb whose pupils were dilated in rapture with a little sweat coating his forehead. You probably looked the same to him as well. Your standing leg was starting to lose balance, causing you to slightly shift. Robb was quick to grab a hold of you, causing the tip of his cock to hit your most sensitive spot and just what he was looking for. “Hmm!”, you moaned out, “fuck Robb, right there!”, you truly felt like you were seeing stars. He started to fuck into you even faster and harder, increasing his movements, your pussy clenching even more, indicating your release. Eyes rolling back, you let your head fall back against the wall as you let out a mixture of curse words, moans, and Robbs’ name. Your body filled with warmth and pleasure, trembling as Robb held onto you and continued trying to reach his own climax. His movements were starting to get sloppy; you knew he was reaching his dissolve soon. However, he had to stop his movements abruptly; the doorknob to the room shaking vigorously.

Despite having locked the door beforehand, it was Robb’s natural reflex to reach over and hold onto the knob. At the same time doing so, he had let out a groan, and you a squeak as he slightly pushed you with his body. You were caught off balance but were able to hold onto the corner of the bookshelf, giving Robb a glare while he raised his finger up to his lip.

“Is somebody in there?”

Both your eyes widened in mutual shock; mouths agape as you two exchanged a horrified glance. You both recognized that voice as Robb’s Aunt Lysa.

She started banging harshly on the door now, “I know that someone is in there. I can hear you! This is a private event! If the cops need to be called, I have no problem- “.

“It’s me Aunt Lysa”, Robb spoke out, slightly cringing. Your face was flushed red; both because of your current activities and because of shame. Looking down, Robb’s left hand still had your thigh wrapped around his waist and his cock still buried inside you.

“Robb?”, Lysa questioned, “Is that you? Your mother has been looking everywhere for you! What are you doing in there?”

Robb gave you a once-over before clearing his throat, “I’m just…changing”. Your grip on the shelf was losing itself, causing you to readjust and move — which caused you to slightly sink down onto Robb’s cock. He was quick to bite his lip to stop the moan coming from his mouth, almost drawing blood in the process. Robb knew you too well and covered your mouth with his hand, knowing you would do the same. The only probably was that he wasn’t as quick.

“Now, hold on,” Lysa loudly said from the other side of the door, “I can hear another person in there and it sounds like a woman. Robb Stark you may be my nephew but I swear to God if you’re doing what I think your doing - “

“It’s me Mrs. Arryn”, you finally spoke out too. There was a moment of silence from the other end before Lysa started speaking again, “Oh, Y/N. Of course… Your mother was also looking for you…”. There was some awkwardness to her tone as you tried your best to clean up the situation, “I’m just changing too. Robb’s helping me”. Another awkward silence passed, “Of course he is…”. You and Robb gave each other a side glance; it was clear she didn’t believe you two and knew what you two were really doing. “Well”, Lysa began, “I best let you two get back to uh…changing…oh, um, where are the bathrooms?”. Robb was the one to answer her question, “On the other side of the building”. With a quick thank you and goodbye, you could hear the distant sound of her heels from the other side before she was gone entirely.

Turning back to Robb, you slapped his chest, groaning into your hands, “Ughhhh, that was so embarrassing”. He only laughed, making you peek at him from the gaps of your fingers. “What are you laughing at? You heard her; our parents are looking for us, so we better go”. Robb’s only response was to kiss you sloppy, pushing back once more inside you. You gasped into his mouth, his tongue playing with yours. Robb then pulled out of you completely, making you whimper from the sudden emptiness. Grabbing you by the forearm, he dragged you towards the desk in the room, bending you over it, pushing your dress up and your panties down— exposing yourself fully to him. He caressed your ass before smacking it hard; making you huff, “Let them wait a few more minutes”, his fingers played along your glistening folds. Standing up behind you, he pushed himself back into you, thrusting in, and out, and in again. Each time rougher than the other as he stretched out your cunt. Grabbing ahold of your hair and arching your back for him, he spoke into your ear, “This is our special day, isn’t it?”. Your only answer was a loud moan, his fingers being placed in your mouth to suck on. “Besides, I’m not fully done with you”.

About twenty minutes later (some of which took up of M/H/N fixing your makeup and concealing your bite marks), you and Robb entered the main room holding arms. Guests were raising their glasses up to you in cheers— some already clearly starting to get tipsy. A close friend of yours came up to you both, hugging you and giving you your congrats while Robb shook hands with her boyfriend. Once they pulled away and moved aside, you both had clear sight across the room of the one person who was looking for you two the most: Catelyn Stark. To make matters worse, she was also conversing with her sister; both whispering and giving you two the side eye.

“Crap” both you and Robb said in unison, watching Catelyn with her wrath make her way towards you. Your sight was cut off by the wedding planner standing stressed and tired in front of you, “Okay, we can get back on schedule if we just follow with the original plan. Bride, it’s time for the father-daughter dance”. Your ears perked up at the familiar sound of the music you had chosen for this occasion and turned to see your dad already on the dance floor. Turning back to Robb, you gave him a sheepish smile, “Would you look at that… gotta go”. He was quick to grab a hold of your hand, “You can’t leave me. You vowed to be with me through anything”. Pulling your hand back, you raised both hands up in defense, “I had my fingers crossed when I said that”.

Seeing his pouted puppy look made you laugh, quickly blowing him a kiss, “I’m kidding. I love you”, turning to go dance with your father. Robb didn’t even have to turn around— already feeling his mother’s presence behind him. Wrapping arms with him, many passersby would see the scene as a mother coddling her son. But Catelyn was actually pinching Robb’s side, and hard. “You are so vulgar I swear. At your own wedding Robb, really? You couldn’t wait until after?”, she spoke through gritted teeth.

Robb winced a little at the pain, but his eyesight was also focused on you. Smiling and laughing with your father. “Why are you getting only me in trouble? Y/N was equally in on it”. Catelyn could only roll her eyes at her sons’ immature response, “Please, knowing you and knowing her it was probably all your doing”. Staring up at him to continue her scolding, she stopped momentarily at the look in her sons’ eyes. Following his line of vision, she was meet with you. A tender smile graced Catelyn lips. Nothing short of captivating was the way he gazed upon you. His unspoken proclamation of love seemed to go beyond words, and his eyes radiated an undying commitment. “Are you happy?”, she asked Robb. The song was coming close to the end. Robb turned to face his mother, a stern look on his face and nothing but seriousness was his tone, “Yes. I am”. From the corner of his eye, Robb could see your father leading you to him. Standing up higher, Catelyn gave him a quick peck on the forehead, “Good. That’s all I’ve ever wanted”. You and your father came face to face with the both of them, Catelyn giving you a peck on the cheek and your father handing you over to Robb, “She’s all yours’ son,” he patted his shoulder, “take care of her”.

Robb led you to the dance floor where the band had started to play a slower and more romantic song. Swaying to the tempo, you spoke up, “So, was she angry?”. Robb let out a small chuckle, smiling down at you. “She was,” he began, “but she said she’d forgive us if we gave her a grandchild”. Staring at him agape, you slapped his chest with a small gasp, “She did not say that!”. Now you both were laughing. The world around you two seemed to fade into a soft blur as you moved, lost in the embrace of your love. Resting your head against his chest, you felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I love you”, Robb spoke up, his hand tenderly placed on the small of your back. Sighing deeply, inhaling his scent and allowing yourself to bask in his warmth, both of you feeling safe in each other’s embrace, you let him know your feelings, “I love you too”.

Enjoying the moment's beauty, you both stayed in each other's arms as the music softly faded into the night. You both understood that this dance was only the start of an endless journey together.

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One Year Later (OC x Eris) by @afandomangel 👑

Until I see you again (OC x Eris) by @mika-no-sekai-blog

Protection (Eris x Reader) by @littlest-w01f 👑

All’s well that ends well to end up with you (Eris x Reader) by @daycourtofficial 👑

yea, though i walk (Azris) by @brunetterebel010 👑

What Could Have Been (Eris x Elain) by @nocasdatsgay

Suffering his Scent (Azris) by @neciebee 👑

Falling For You (Eris x Reader) by @bubybubsters

Hold Me While You Wait (Eris x OC) by @fieldofdaisiies

Bedroom manners (Eris x Reader) by @lady-of-tearshed 👑

Pinky Promise (Eris x Reader) by @pit-and-the-pen👑

Still Beautiful Things by @climbthemountain2020 👑

Pull Me in Deeper Ch 17 (Eris x OC) by @zenkindoflove 👑

Ensnaring Marks (Eris x Reader) by @surielstea 👑

A Bond of Song & Flames Ch 1 (Eris x OC) by @sadiegirl2021 👑

Under the Weeping Beech (Azris) by @chunkypossum

Waiting for You (Eris x Reader) by @mcuamerica 👑

Day 1 - Bonds | Bargains by @clockwork-ashes 👑

A Wound So Deep (Azris) by @acourtofladydeath

An Unconventional Bargain by @hellcat8908 👑

Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows Ch 22 (Azris) by @jules-writes-stories 👑

Of Our Own Devices (Eris x Reader) by @illyrianbitch 👑

Gone Through Enough (Eris x Reader) by @thelov3lybookworm

The Uncertainty of Spring (Eris x OC) by @daycourtofficial 👑

Tomorrow Can Wait (Azris) by @myromanempiree 👑

By Turns by @jon-snows-man-bun 👑

Roots In My Dreamland (Eris x OC) by @lucienarcheron

Always An Angel, Never A God (Eris x OC) by @chairofchaos 👑

Your Scars on My Pulse (Azris) by @shadowsandlint 👑

To Dust or To Gold Ch 2 (Neris) by @queercontrarian

An Exchange in Etiquette (Eris x Reader) by @qwimblenorrisstan 👑

Into the Dark (Eris x Reader) by @prythianpages 👑

Lady Luck (Eris x OC) by @ginandtobacco 👑

Bond (Azris) by @thomasisaslut 👑

Being Seen (Eris x Elain) by @vague-shadows 👑

The Crushing Burden of Those Before Us (Eris x Reader) by @dee-writes-smut 👑

A Page From Another's Book (Eris x Reader) by @readychilledwine

Autumn Leaves (Eris x Reader) by @mirandasidefics

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Eris and his mate by @/artbyellat (on instagram)

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Vanserra brothers in a modern AU by @wishfulimaginings 👑

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[rise-my-angel]

Heart of the Great Wolf

Then Came the Explosion

Pairing : Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader, Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader (one sided)

Length: 25.3k

Warnings: modern!au, angst/hurt comfort, talk of doctors/medical care, severe anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of pregnancy, accusations of baby trapping/stealthing, smut, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, breeding kink

Notes: I'm so sorry how late this is coming out, and I know I think we all saw this coming, but hopefully it was worth it? Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here

You could hear very little save for the tapping of your nails against the chair your arm sat along. The material mostly soft save for the wooden edges which your hand naturally lay at the end of, and despite all of the noise around you, only that constant tapping filled your head. One nail, then the other, all following in quick succession almost replacing the ticking of the clock above the reception desk. If you let your mind refocus into the moment, you might have heard the subsequent but more frequent clacking of the keyboard where the woman sat, or the idle chatter along the hall just beyond your sight as you waited your turn.

The Starks had always insisted you use their private medical care since it would be a lot quicker and more efficient, but you had always felt guilty at the idea. As if you were taking advantage of their kindness, and as a result, you stubbornly had gone on your own to the public service. Normally, families descended from highborn nobility had smaller private medical matters usually performed primarily by a Maester of the Citadel. More personal and more specially trained, you saw the allure in using such a thing for yourself, but felt bad at the idea when you weren’t family.

Your own family had them, split between the two places the Baratheons lived. On your childhood island home of Dragonstone, you had grown up with Maester Cressen, and now the much younger Maester Pylos. In Kings Landing, there was Grand Maester Pycelle, whom you did not particularly trust but when you lived there, you made do. But here, you weren’t a Stark, and it didn’t feel appropriate to use things which were there specifically for them. A regular doctor was fine, you didn’t have much urgency in your issues anyways.

Fatigue, headaches, a general ill feeling in your stomach almost like nausea. Looking at your medical history, it wasn’t unusual to start with more direct tests considering how often your mother had fallen ill during her lifetime. So far you nor Shireen had issues as rampant as hers, but it was a possibility. Now you had to merely sit in the waiting room to be called, only to likely be told exactly what you suspected.

Find ways to make your life less stressful and the symptoms would eventually go way on their own.

Your eyes finally directed themselves down to your phone as the lockscreen lit itself up. Your brows narrowing ever so slightly as you unlocked it. You must have missed a few scattered messages rolling in, as you had a fair few unread. Two from Theon confirming he’d come pick you up on his way back from work, one from Margaery which preview was cut off but you no doubt could tell by the start of it she had some piece of gossip she needed to share with someone. And the newest which caught your attention being from Jon, confirming he was coming home from a long multi day shift in two nights.

Glancing up as if to check to see if he’d somehow know you were lying, you merely responded with an answer that you were eagerly awaiting his return, as sitting at home was growing boring without him. You knew if you told him you were at the doctors, he’d worry. You hadn’t told him you went to see them the first time a few days ago, so you thought if it was just stress, you had no wish to worry him for nothing now. Luckily, you knew he was north of the Wall at that moment, it made not including many details about your day simple as he had not much in the way of time to even look at his phone outside of the dead of night before sleeping.

Part of you was frustrated, it started about a week after coming home from Dickon Tarly’s wedding and no one else seemed to have felt sick. Meaning if you caught something down south, only you caught it, which figured. Just your luck, it seemed.

Otherwise, it had been hard to gauge how everything was. Things between Jon and Robb had gotten no better. Even Theon had picked up on it to the point it was frustrating him. Only he knew you were going to the doctors, and he offered to pick you up today so that you didn’t need to explain where you went at such an odd part of the afternoon. One night things had gone not well. Neither of you knew who started it, but by the time you and Theon noticed, Robb and Jon were standing in the kitchen nearly yelling at each other about something you couldn’t even figure out.

When they noticed you were there, before they could apologize and explain Theon came barrelling down the hall completely fed up and all but dragged you out the door saying the two of them could fend for themselves for dinner, while he and you enjoyed a night out in some peace and quiet for once. A small diner you both had not been to in many years, but as Theon put it, you seemed to be in need of some good Northern comfort food. The jest starting immediately that you were terrible at making comfort food because everything in the south was different then in the North food wise. He wasn’t wrong.

You and him hadn’t spent much time together in a while with everything else going on, but it was a breath of fresh air. Both literally and figuratively. Getting you out of the house was tricky sometimes now that you could work remotely. The guys would get creative in finding ways to get you outside, but it was always nice. Also though, you and him hadn’t spent much time just the two of you away from the Starks for a while. It was nice, a kinship only you both could understand.

While Theon had spent much more time with them as he lived there for a number of years, you both knew what it was like to be outsiders. To be so close to them, but not one of them. It made you both some days feel like you were only looking into their live, not being part of it. You hadn’t grown up with any siblings until Shireen, but by the time she was born you were already a girl of twelve. Theon was the closest thing you had to a brother, and despite having a sister of his own, you were more of a sister to him then Yara was.

It was there you let out your frustrations and nerves. That this all stemmed from the night Robb had to come get you from a bar, so drunk you passed out in his car before even leaving the parking lot and it only got worse from there. He held back what he thought for a while, before asking what Jon had said and you told him the truth. That Robb was just looking out for you. Only, you also told him what you still hadn’t told Jon about. The evening you two got back from the wedding. When Robb confronted you and what he said.

Normally, you’d expect Theon to want to jump on this opportunity to say the first snarky thing on his mind but he had been surprisingly restrained. Saying he’d pay more attention too and see if he could get out from either of them what the real issue was. You had muttered that it was your fault they were fighting, but Theon only shrugged as he sipped his coffee. “Probably, doesn’t mean you have to blame yourself though.”

But, he had agreed to help in what ways he could, since he too suffered from the tension in the house.

Eyes flying up as your name was called, you swiftly tucked your phone away before following the nurse into the room so you could once more, wait for the doctor, only now in a smaller more quiet room. By the time he entered the room, closing the door behind him he went through all of the usual pleasantries before getting to it. “So, I called you in to discuss the results of your blood test, and what next steps will mean.”

Your heart sunk a bit before raising in it’s pace, sitting up straighter you felt your face steel for what was to come. “You found something..”

While your voice was low and worrisome, his was far more passive and unperturbed for a man about to tell you how sick you really were. He looked at your chart on his computer screen with almost a chuckle, “That we certainly did.” You stammered in silence looking to him for an elaboration, only the next thing he said wasn’t actually a diagnosis. It was a question.

One that had you pause, your body freezing in place as everything yet nothing ran through your mind at that implication. You were fairly certain for the remainder of the appointment, you hardly heard him say a thing through the sudden ringing in your ears as nerves exploded inside of you to something suddenly more in panic then if you were terribly ill.

“Tell me, when was the last time you menstruated?”

You almost slammed the car door so hard Theon actually spoke up by the time you got inside. “Hey, don’t take it out on the car.” Your eyes only glared to the side as you sat back, your head landing with a light thud against the headrest behind you as your eyes closed, a sigh leaving you. “Go that well?”

It came out so naturally that perhaps it hadn’t quite sunk in yet, the truth. So your mouth lied without second thought. “He told me it’s only stress.” Theon begun to drive, asking isn’t that what you suspected the problem was. Presuming he’d catch your nod in the side of his vision it was quiet in the car only filled the silence by his music. Asking he thought you’d prefer that to be the answer, your shrugged with a distant mumble as your mind worked quickly to seek out the words. “I thought so too, but apparently when the answer to how do I feel better is just, relax more, turns out that isn’t such a relaxing answer.”

Your head lulled to the side as you looked out the window as things passed you by. Something caught in your throat preventing you from even attempting to make conversation, but luckily your energy seemed to be caught on by Theon. Biting your tongue to keep your face still, you felt a warm sensation in your face that you knew too well could boil over. A watering wanting to fill your eyes but you did nothing to try and wipe away them before they fell should Theon glance over and notice. You’d have to keep them open and hope they dried up even though your heart begun to race more as the silence got to you.

One thing then another, only now you knew no one was responsible but you. This time, the issue was your fault and there was no denying that. The doctor asked you question after question to make sure you were on the same page. Finally narrowing it down to how this happened you came upon one night and how that just so happened to be it. Your heart picked up more the second the thought came into your head. You’d have to find a way to explain it, one that didn’t make you look and sound so horrid.

It would look planned. With what you said in the car, what happened before it all to cause what you said and then this? You knew how it was about to come across and the answer was only one road, that it was about to be horrible and no one could blame any but you for it.

Pulling off of the main road which led down a narrow stretch with woods and hills surrounding it, eventually it would lead down to the Stark property. Theon’s voice pulling you back into the present as he spoke with a tinge of annoyance as if he had been trying to get your attention for a while. A rather unbecoming, “What?” Came from you as you looked at him.

Almost rolling his eyes in jest he elaborated his point but slower as if this too was the second time he’d said it. “I didn’t tell Robb. That you went to the doctors, in case you were worried he planned to interrogate you the minute you walked in the door.” Asking what he did say, it was an easy enough explanation to go off of. “Told him you were out somewhere with Margaery and I’d pick you up on my way to make it easier for you.” Thanking him he nodded as the main houses begun to come into sight.

Just off to the side, you could see the expansive back yard of the Stark house, with three direwolves running and barking and jumping all over the other as following you could see Bran, Arya, and Rickon all roughhousing together as the wolves mimicked their behaviour. Just barley you could see someone sitting on the back porch you could only assume was Catelyn ensuring they didn’t get too carried away with everything.

Theons car passing by was enough to distract Bran enough to turn around and look, only to be jumped on the back by Arya who no doubt was yelling not to let his guard down. Just calm and peace, and the further away you drove towards home you felt anxious again. The papers in your bag were overwhelmingly heavy. As if they were replaced with steel trying to bare your person down into the ground to disappear forever.

Heart picking up again you felt nervous. You shouldn’t have put them there. Now you’d have to get them from where your bag normally stayed at the front hall, and have no one see them so you could hide them. At least with Jon gone, you could hide them once you got into his room where you knew he didn’t go and pry around but you needed to get passed both of them without them asking about it, because as of yet, you had no explanation.

Robb naturally was already home. His car parked in the driveway, and you knew you couldn’t go in there with this feeling so painted on your face. Each little movement felt as if it was taking forever. Your limbs and muscles functioning in slow motion. Even the cracks or creaks were different, a sharp echo in your ears you wanted to hide from but couldn’t. As you stepped out onto the pavement, you closed the door with much more slowness then before, only to catch Theons attention as he smirked. “See? Now you’re treating her with respect.” Nodding, you fiddled with your bag for a second as he noticed. “You coming in, Baratheon?”

Looking into your bag where the papers were, you also spotted your phone, giving you perhaps a chance for an out. You didn’t need to hide the papers inside if you did so now, alone. Nodding you pulled your phone out, “In a minute, ironically Margaerys been messaging me all afternoon.” The implication picked up on, Theon just nodded and went inside the house.

Feigning the ruse, you turned to pace as you typed away on your phone despite the screen clearly being off. Naturally standing so your back faced the front windows, you put the phone back before carefully sneaking the papers out from their spot. Folding them even further, you took only a moment to slyly tuck them into your pocket, stored away and with your shirt just being on the edge of too long, it hid any sign something was in there.

The house was warm when you got inside, a heavy heat that seemed to emminate from the kitchen as you hung everything up. You’d have to pass the kitchen to get to Jons room, and they’d both notice you scurrying away if you tried to hide it now. Sighing deeply, you told yourself it was fine. Jon wasn’t here for another two nights, you could hide it later with no reason to look over your shoulder. They were hidden in your pockets, not visible under your shirt. Neither would notice.

Your palm grasping the edge of the door frame, you slowly slid your way half way into the room. Leaning against where the back of your hand sat outwards, you watched the two of them move around the kitchen like normal. It was normal, everything was normal. It was only you and your mind that wasn’t normal. Swallowing, you tried to breathe slowly and deeply only to be hit with something more like that ill feeling again.

Nothing smelled bad, in fact it all smelled rather delicious, but it was strong. Almost too strong as it hit your senses and almost had you wavering on two feet grasping at the edge of the frame tighter. A voice called your name, your eyes blinking before realizing Robb was standing in front of you. A bemused grin as if he watched it all play out, “You alright there? The Tyrells tire you out that much?”

Your smirk played off more in an exhausted manner then overwhelmed. A huff of a laugh trapped in your chest as you nodded a bit. “You try spending hours with her, being shoved into the fitting rooms with the kinds of clothes she picks out.” Only laughing, he knew what you meant in his own way as he nodded for you to move more inside with him. “What are you making this time?”

Gesturing for you to go look yourself, you slowly pulled the lid off the pot and once more that smell was enticing yet overwhelming. As if letting the fumes get to you, you stood there for a moment trying to allow the feeling to pass, only doing so when you could slightly hear Robb starting to speak again. Putting it back down as you turned to suddenly grab the things to set the table. “It looks great.”

Luckily, it did and such a phrasing was sufficient to get through it. Still the papers weighed you down, even as you managed to push passed whatever was riling up your sense of smell you managed to eat as normal. Almost ironically, not as hungry as you should’ve been. Your mood was noticeably more off, but while Robb didn’t know why, neither really did Theon. And both of them seemingly shared a glance trying to get you to open up, and they thought they knew just how as to what was on your mind really.

“Your uncle was here today.” Your head looking up at Robb like it was yanked upwards from your food with narrowed eyes as he smiled a little, “I mean at the office.”

Asking what he was there for, Robb only raised an eyebrow at you before your face dropped, as did your voice turn rather flat. “Oh.”

Nodding, he tried to keep it as diplomatically as possible. “Her travels haven’t been going very well. She tried to go through the Riverlands next, which didn’t work out either.” You and Theon shared a knowing glance. Robb’s mother Catelyn was born a Tully, the family which was in control of the Riverlands and despite the issue surrounding Jon, no doubt it was simply the effect it had on you and the family as a result that likely had words whispering between Catelyn and her brother Edmure. Robb continuing between bites. “The Vale wouldn’t let her in, but..”

The Vale wasn’t letting anyone in. Catelyns sister Lysa was married to Jon Arryn, the man in control of the Vale. He had some years ago passed from a fever, and Lysa took herself and their only son Robin there instead of moving back to Riverrun. People said that she was fresh widowed, she didn’t know what she was doing or saying, but it had been years since then and still the acted as if the Vale was a kingdom she could lock away from the rest of the world.

Your face was scrunched up when Theon chimed in, “Trying to figure out where she would go next?” Nodding, you still came up blank, knowing that there was not much that would be easy for her campaign. “Well, she can’t do the Crownlands or the Stormlands, meaning the easiest pick would be the Reach.”

You rose a brow, looking from Theon to Robb with a doubt. “And who is she hoping to win over there exactly?” The Tyrells were the main house of the Reach, but there were other houses there with none to favourable of a history towards her family. Even centuries later.

Robb shrugged, “If we’re lucky, she’ll win none of them and eventually figure out she should go home.” Theon commenting without hesitation that never seeing her face again would be too soon. You felt both men looking to you, but you didn’t comment on it. Your face impassive despite the feeling heavy in your stomach. Asking in more of a mumble what your uncle was around the North for, Robb recalled he did have a point bringing that up. “He asked about you.”

Your eyes shot up, narrowed and suddenly suspicious. “Me?” Affirming yes, your next answer was just as short and to the blunt point. “Why?”

“He wanted to know how you were doing. After everything.” It was lucky who was speaking to you, as your shortness continued and yet did not bother them as you asked why once more and Robb chuckled lightly into his drink for a moment before setting it down. “You and him apparently haven’t spoken since then, he was worried. Don’t worry I didn’t tell him anything bad.” Answering you before you could even get the question out.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, looking to the side at the wall full of calendars and various photos, notes and more. Looking back your face dropped a little in a bit of defeat. “Well, at least one of them is interested in speaking to me again.”

They both knew without needing to be told.

Since everything that happened with Daenerys Targaryean, Robert and your father Stannis had stopped speaking to you. Renly tried to assure you it was under the guise of being busy, but you knew better. Stannis was disappointed, and Robert was angry. It was the Baratheon way, having the most extreme reaction to whatever emotions come their way.

You hadn’t heard from them in the three months since that week. You were lucky however, with your father in Kings Landing with your uncles, your mother had been able to stay on Dragonstone with your sister Shireen, which meant that she allowed her to call you as much as she wanted on the phone. Many nights your mother gave her phone over to Shireen and late into working you’d be at the desk with your phone tucked between your ear and shoulder as you typed away.

Books, it always started with the books. What she was reading, what it was about, what her favourite parts were. A student of history your baby sister was. Sometimes she’d tell you the name of the book, and despite being long since familiar with it’s contents, you’d always ask what it was about so she had an excuse to tell you all about what she learned. If you had one thing on your side, it was that your mother wasn’t so attached to their anger that she deprived Shireen and you from speaking.

But, Robert wanting to possibly mend that bridge didn’t mean you’d be able to see Shireen again so easily. Baratheons did not forgive their grudges so quickly, and your father was certainly a staple of such behaviour with you. A small shift in your seat, and you felt the papers shift. Your heart almost skipped a beat as you thought of it, the prospect of having to tell him. Or your mother. You weren’t even-

They were going to disown you, in the best case scenario.

“It’s something at least.” Meeting Theons gaze, you knew you had no right to complain in front of him about distant family. How long it had been since he spoke to any of his own beyond possibly a few exchanged words online with Yara? You’d wager on a very, very long time. He has lost his interest in rekindling that the last time he tried visiting home. “Renly is still speaking to you, and Gendry.”

Robb’s eyes stopped and flickered up at that. Your face twisting knowing what he was thinking, leaning forward your elbow rested on the table pointing to him in a sudden stern warning. “Don’t start.” About to speak, you cut him off with wider eyes. “I know what you’re about to say, Stark. Don’t say it.”

Now tied in a stare off, you knew exactly how many things were begging to leave his mouth but your own gaze was quite a challenge as you didn’t even blink as long as he was on the edge of saying something. Tilting his head almost in relenting, you did so too, moving back to your food before you heard him mutter, “Could at least tell him to get some manners.”

Your head rose up with the most flat expression on your face you could naturally summon. “Robb.” Only for him to say your name back. You were not having this back and forth again, not even as a joke, you didn’t have the energy at that point. But he left it be, for your sake.

You weren’t doing as good of a job at hiding as you thought you were. Making your way to Jons room, Robb gently grabbed your arm. Turning you around to face him, he left it there but now sat in a more comforting manner as he toyed it up to the hair sitting draped over your shoulder. “Are you sure you’re alright? Ever since you came home you’ve barley been paying attention.”

Nodding, you swallowed down the nerves desperate to fling itself back up into the main spotlight. “I’m just tired, thats all. Haven’t slept well these past few nights.” He looked as if he didn’t believe you.

His brows furrowed, something unsure deep in the blue of his eyes and was silent for far too long. The hand by your shoulder reached up, cupping your cheek as he leaned down to meet your own eye level with a serious tone but coming out with a comforting warmth. “Anything thats wrong, or you just want to get off your chest. Anything you might need, you know you can always come to me, right?”

Nodding, you felt the most calm you had. Just one persons reassurance that even if things weren’t okay, you had him. Grasping gentle at the wrist by your face, you let your thumb naturally sit against his pulse, something more strained and notably held back but soft enough you hoped Robb would not push yet. “I know, and I will. I promise.”

The bright smile came over his face, finally a hint once more of the Robb before the mess from months ago. Pulling from your cheek, he shifted his hand to grab at yours, pressing a kiss to the back of it more formally before leaving it to pull you in by the back of your head, a more reassuring one pressed to your forehead before he nudged you in the opposite direction. “Go on, get some sleep.”

Feeling his eyes as you walked down the hall, for once it didn’t feel overbearing. For once, it felt like the only comfort you had, or will have coming forward. Closing the door with your back pressed against it when it clicked shut, your eyes too closed as your breath shook somewhat. The warm feeling returned to your face and the sting in your eyes was much more obvious.

Drawing near the tears wanted to fall, but you inhaled sharp and suddenly. Trying to keep the air in your lungs there for a moment as if to keep the water in you eyes at bay too. Your heart pounding in your chest as it had off and on all day long. It all overwhelmed you, and not even the quiet and comfort of Jons room brought it too you. He wasn’t in here, scrawled over his desk going over report after report. Ghost wasn’t happily laying up on the bed no matter how many times Jon had insisted he didn’t let Ghost nap there, only to always find white fur when washing the sheets. Not even a light was on. His window curtain still partially open, giving you enough light of the evening to find a dim lamp, only enough to illuminate part of the room in an orange glow.

Making your way to his bed, you sat carefully down on the edge, Leaning to pull off your shoes, sitting them neatly off to the side before you returned. Upright and stiff, your palms on your thighs you toyed a few fingertips over where the papers were. You’d have to pull them out, look at them, accept it. The weight almost too much to bare but you had felt ill at the doctors implication of what you could do about it. That was more then too much, a thought you never thought would even come to you as an option in a scenario yet it was there and it was awful. But so was the alternative.

Your eyes closed long enough to let out a deep sigh, pushing onto your feet you pulled the papers out. Unfolding them once, left in a half fold you hesitated. Looking over them, you could just barley begin to see the outline of the ink printed on the other side when you folded it back once more. You knew what was in it, you didn’t need to see it again. The weight in you rose up and up, finding it hard to ignore and suddenly you felt choked.

As if you were laying and someone pressed on your chest and all that was left to you was the need to cry out, except not for air, but cry out in a genuine tear. Hidden on your side of the closet, behind a few innocuous things was a small box. Not an actual lock on it, only one you flicked upwards but it was discreet.

Kneeling down you sat back on your shins as you sat the box in your lap. Pulling it’s lid upwards you had a litter of things inside. Most of which meant nothing to the causal onlooker. Trinkets and toys, all of which held meaning. Small chains with what almost looked like dog tags attached made of metal with four names etched into them, one each. Letters and what not, and you shoved it all aside to make room at the bottom. Sliding the letters underneath was when you broke.

Not a sob, but a cry quiet in the room let itself out finally. Were you not gripping the box tightly you’d have dropped it all together and the mess would’ve just symbolized how pathetic of a mess you had made things further. Hiding these way was not like hiding this. You couldn’t hide this forever, it was impossible. Part of you wanted to not care, to take the alternative route the doctor offered but you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t come to that conclusion it wasn’t how you were raised. Other women could and it would be perfectly fine, but you were not them and you didn’t have that strength to handle it.

Yet, you didn’t have the strength to handle this either. Slowly fighting through tears to not turn into audible cries you swallowed them down to close the box. Wiping your cheeks to no avail as more fell, but you stood regardless to hide everything back in it’s place. Looking as if no one had touched it what so ever as you closed it the closet door.

Turning back to the room, you had no plan for the night. Sitting out was a shirt of Jons you had full intentions of sleeping in, but now that seemed wrong too. As if you would taint it, if you hadn’t already. Instead, you didn’t change. Jeans on and all, you just climbed into the large and empty bed. The covers pulling up high over you like a child as you curled into yourself. No one was here, it didn’t matter if you cried yourself to sleep.

It was your fault, you ruined everything. It was too soon, and he’d hate you. He’d think you were ruining his life, or worse, trying to trap him with you. It was terrifying to think that, yet you saw the other side, that he’d look down on you. Think you of stupid for letting this happen by accident. It was your fault after all, you missed it that day. You didn’t even think of it until today that it would have an impact that you missed it.

It was too soon, and you weren’t ready and it didn’t matter if he was either, this was forcing him to be ready. Part of you couldn’t stop thinking about it. What the doctor had said. It was easy, painless. No harder then drinking a glass of water and yet it carried so much weight you felt panic at the sheer thought of it.

But what was worse as you finally fell asleep, your phone not even plugged in and light still on, you had continued to let the tears fall and stain your cheeks. You felt alone, and you knew when Jon came back, you’d feel alone for a very long time. Your only hope was that Robb was telling you the truth, that you could go to him for anything. Because knowing what was to come, if Robb too looked down on you for this as well, you didn’t know if you had a place here anymore.

You wouldn’t know where you’d have a place anywhere.

Jon was certain he was losing his mind. The job out north had been more of a struggle then they anticipated. It was supposed to be simple, make their way to Crasters Keep and sort of a dispute he had been having with the locals not too far south from in in Whitetree. Only to get there and Craster insisted on delaying any way to possibly go through proceedings without issue, because he was far more interested in attempting to argue and insult both Jon and Benjen.

It felt like hours the two men stood there trying to find any way for the man to listen to the point they couldn’t even make it back to the main town in time. Jon and Benjen both had to bribe the man after everything, to let them stay in the inn rooms upstairs if they were out at first light. Now, with what of Tormund and his men he brought settled in for the night, the two men of the Nights Watch found themselves settling in as well in the room.

Starting to undo the belt keeping his sword Longclaw strapped to his side, he didn’t quite put it down with as much care as he should’ve, catching Benjens attention from where he sat across the room on the other small bed. Or, bed was a generous word. More of a slightly nicer decorated cot. “You look exhausted.”

Jon only huffed half a smile with his back turned and a grunt, getting Benjen to grin at how much of an answer that truly was. Following up asking if everything back home was alright, Jon half turned to look at his uncle with a furrow in his brow. Benjen only stating he only looks this fed up when home was involved. Looking back, Jon didn’t quite answer for a minute before he sighed.

Looking up to the nothing on the wooden panel wall in front of him before turning to sit back on the edge of the cot. A hand reaching up to pinch at the bridge of his nose in thought as to how to sort through everything. “Just a lot going on.” Asking like what, Jon hesitated once more. It certainly was a lot, but what he even wanted to share was questionable. His uncle would sense a lie if he told one, so instead, he settled on a half truth. “Robb and I are trying to sort out some problems we’re having.”

Leaning more back against the wall with his legs outstretched, Benjen looked far more relaxed and willing to engage with the conversation then Jon was. “Ned and I could count on one hand how many times you two have had problems. Same with us. Must be serious if it’s bothering you this much.”

Jon didn’t really look at him, but nodded once as he took his gloves off, all the effort he was willing to put into anything before just wanting to pass out. Or try too. “We-” Cutting himself off with a sigh, Jon looked away even more so before peeking up to see Benjen nothing but calm and patient for Jon to find the right words to his point. Swallowing, he attempted to force through the block in his throat, only making it come out a bit more on the rough side as he said your name, Benjen only raising an eyebrow as Jon elaborated as little as he could get away with. “Something came up about her we disagree on, and both of us let it turn into a fight.”

That certainly was a half truth he know, but the ideas of it were in place. Though, Benjen only got more curious. “What kind of disagreement?” Head tilting when Jon didn’t answer right away, “Jon?”

Shaking his head, Jon hoped the look on his face was passively dismissive. “Nothing worth getting into.” Turning to plug his phone in, he could hear Benjen trying to pry him for more but Jon really did not want to dive into this. Already he regretted saying a word in the first place. “Really, it’s nothing.”

Only looking him over in a scrutiny, Benjen at least knew when not to push. “If you say so, but I’m always open to be complained at.” Jon knew his half smile didn’t reach his eyes but he glanced down to his phone.

Homescreen on display presently, it was a photo he loved. A rare instance he caught a photo of you when you didn’t realize. It was after a long shift not unlike the one he was on now. A brief snowstorm blew though, trapping them there for a few more days until the thaw. Ghost most of all had been on edge to go home. He loved being out in the far north with Jon, but he yearned to be home the way Jon did except the direwolf wasn’t afraid to show it.

Ghost hadn’t come in the house right away, side tracked by his own wolf siblings out in the main yards of the property that he had run over to play with. When he finally came into the house, it was as if he didn’t get out any extra energy at all out there. A loud but playful bark came out as the direwolf almost sprinted up to you. You had been smart enough to kneel down to his level not to be knocked over, and welcomed Ghost with a hug that he excitedly had leaned into. Your face wasn’t really visible from the angle but you were clearly hugging Ghost who was trying to smell you and lick you in greeting right back.

No doubt a similar greeting would follow this time, Craster always made Ghost stay locked up in the kennels when Jon and his men would stay the night and the direwolf hated it. But looking at his phone triggered another memory, one that happened the day before he left for the Wall a few days ago now.

Jon had taken you out for the afternoon into town. Finding a parking space, it was finally warm and sunny out which Jon wanted to take advantage of. You both needed a few things but nothing major or in particular, so you both wandered the town centre where most of the shops were. A store had caught your eye for just long enough you faltered in your steps, catching Jons attention right away. Looking back to you, he tried asking what it was, but you denied it was anything.

Instead, Jon kept you beside with with one arm when you tried to keep going, looking back to where you might’ve seen anything. He knew right away. A long, pretty dress sat in a shops window that was perfect for you. Looking back you tried to give him a glance that said it was fine, but Jon just grinned. Grabbing you by both arms and moving you in front of him to guide into the store. “Maybe I just want to see you in it, did you think of that?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but the moment you both walked into the quaint shop, a brightly eyed older woman greeted you both enthusiastically. And only grew even more so when Jon right away asked if she had the dress in the window in your specific size to try on. “I certainly do. Let me get it from the back, just one moment.”

Eyes peeling over to Jon in a narrowed expression, he asked what in a knowing tone but playing innocent anyways. “I didn’t mean you had to-”

Cutting you off, he raised his eyebrows as he tried not to grin at what you were about to try and lie around saying. “Didn’t have to what? Buy you a pretty dress?” He knew you would feel silly saying anything against such a simplistic way to put it. Instead of giving you that chance, Jon pulled you more to him to press a kiss to the side of your head. “Let me treat you once in a while.” With the woman bringing the dress out, Jon all but silenced your protests that if was fine, and ushered you into the small fitting room. Knowing when you saw it on you, you’d have harder time telling him you didn’t want it.

As he waited, he felt eyes on him, turning to see the woman watching him almost waiting for something. “We have plenty of things for men as well.” Jon tried to assert he was alright, that his tastes were more simple, she just gave him a look. “We cater to simple as well, I promise.”

She was right, and it was difficult to deny how soft the fabric was. He found it hard to deny her offer that if he sucked it up and bought himself something nice too, she would discount the dress and Jon smirked to himself. She drove a hard bargain, but something about her sweet nature was not easy to say no to. Reminding him a bit of Old Nan, he didn’t say yes but he kept holding onto them which was an answer in and of itself.

The sound of a curtain being pulled caught his attention, seeing you step out just a bit in the dress. The long sleeves and way it flowed just enough below your knees you knew you wouldn’t feel self conscious in it. Your look was hopeful, that he would like it on you but Jons instant smile gave that answer to you. Walking up, he looked you over not even in a needing way, one of almost pure adoration as you looked wide eyed at him. Leaning down muttering playfully, “If you don’t let me buy you that,”

Rolling your eyes in as much of a jest you muttered, “Fine, fine.” Looking down for a moment you saw what he was holding. “Are you getting something?” Jon only brushing it off that it was a few shirts, plain and black and nothing to get excited over when your brows narrowed. A stern tone coming over you suddenly, “You always look handsome in them though, thats reason enough to get excited.”

Pushing you back in the direction of the fitting room, Jon just told you to hurry up, the woman at least picking up on how it was all in jest and not anything pushing. By the time he had paid and gotten you both out on the street again in the sun, thats when it happened. The thing he couldn’t stop thinking about including now.

He and you had been waiting to cross the street to get to where you both would stop to get something to eat. Your eyes were simply glancing around non nonchalantly as much as he was watching between the crossing sign, and on you. That time, he didn’t say anything. Maybe he just couldn’t.

Spotting a store nearby, your eyes softened with something almost wishful painted over them. A tiny little want to smile at what it was before your attention was drawn away by a dog barking across the street. Jon though, stayed looking for a moment.

It was a store he wasn’t familiar with for a reason. Sitting in the window was a display, set up to look like a little nursery. The bedding, the cradle, a little mobile that held different animals hanging from it over top. But inside the cradle, facing the window was a soft looking plush of a wolf. It’s fur a mixture of a light grey to white with some light browns mixed in that reminded Jon of both Nymeria and Lady. Thats what caught your attention. A little nursery with a stuffed wolf plush where the baby would’ve been, and Jon saw that bright look in your eye as you saw it.

He recalled his heart feeling like it wanted to beat out of his chest, how there was no denying that you looked at it all as if wondering a what if. Jon wanted that what if so badly, he wanted it before, he wanted it then, and as he laid there that night, wind howling against the shutters of Crasters Keep, Jon wanted to come home and make it a reality.

Part of him already did. He went back the next day before arriving for his shift. He didn’t go overboard, or buy anything that if you saw right away, would be over stepping. He only went in, asking if the wolf plush was for sale and took it with him. It was presently sat in his work locker, normally where he kept Longclaw and other weapons since he didn’t like taking them home with you living there.

When handing the money over he had hesitated. What would he say to you about why he bought it. But really, there was no rush. Jon would simply wait until maybe one day you two might actually have everything together. You would be ready, Jon would propose and marry you in the Winterfell godswood. And soon after hopefully, when you got pregnant, he’d pretend as if he just bought it as your to be child’s first toy. He didn’t have to tell you he bought it months or years earlier the day after you spotted it in the store. You’d forget about it by then, and he could surprise you.

So to lay there that night, knowing he still had at least a day and a half before seeing you again, it made Jon feel out of his mind. He missed you, and he wanted to see you again, but being away from you was only further feeding into the addiction in his mind that was desperately attempting to fast forward his life with you to the point you had a family. He needed to take his time, but the wolf plush and engagement ring Jon was hiding from you at his station, was only proof to Jon that he was struggling and failing in that endeavour.

This time around, you were at least angry when the tears started.

Shoving the small object into the box along with the papers you previous hid in it, you were shocked it even survived. You sat sat in the bathroom on your side of the house, on the edge of the tub you looked at it for almost five minutes. The stupid little design they chose was condescending. The only one you bought wasn’t even just normal like the others, instead its results were determined by a frustrating smiley face or frowny face.

You stared at that little digital face smiling at you for a long time before it hit you once more how much this was your fault, and took it out on the device. Throwing it harshly against the wall, but all it did was clank against the floor still in once piece. It was fine. The smile was still there, mocking you. So you hid it away as well.

Shoving things back into the closet a little less carefully, you heard a knock at the door as Theon called your name. Almost dropping things suddenly you felt a fluster of fear at being caught, shouting with a rather snapping tone, “I’m busy.” You didn’t hear anything after that as you scrambled to get everything in place as best you could before closing the door to the closet once more.

Why you even bought it you didn’t know. As if that little device would tell you the truth and the doctor was wrong? But no, the device agreed with his assessment and you stood with your hands over your face trying to keep in everything that followed. Inhaling, you only moved them to wipe away the tears as you shook your head trying to collect yourself.

Moving to the mirror, you hastily put your hair back to a messy braid to attempt to clean up how obvious it was you were running your hands through the strands in an anxiety and frustration. Though, it didn’t do much for your expression, but you didn’t have an easy solution for that. That time another knock was heard but followed that time by Robbs voice, more knowing and worried in tone. Your eyes closed long enough to sigh deeply before telling yourself to just face him and apologize for snapping at Theon.

Opening the door, you saw Robb had to turn back, as if he expected your silence meant you were to ignore him as well. Calling your name, he returned close to where you were stood, hand braced holding the door open and the other against the wooden frame with a hesitant look in your eye. “What?”

Head jolting back a little, Robb clearly tried to brush off the tone and not match with that shortness in his approach. “What do you mean, what? I never hear you snap at Theon like that anymore.” Sighing as you looked to the side, your face fell a bit to relent saying you’d apologize. Meaning to move into the hall, that time Robb shot his hand out to brace against the wall in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. “It’s not just that. Somethings been wrong these past few days. Ever since you spent the afternoon with Margaery.” His eyes narrowed, more of a command coming from him expecting you to not leave him in silence. “What happened?”

Both of you knew that you wanted to dismiss it and say nothing happened, but you both also knew that he would not believe that nor could you likely sell it convincingly at this point. “I-” cutting yourself off, you crossed your arms over your front as if protecting yourself from the lack of threat Robb gave. “I’m just off lately. I don’t know, my brain isn’t cooperating I suppose.”

Narrowing his eyes as Robb looked down at you, you wondered once more just how much or how little he believed that. “That why you’ve been hiding yourself away?” Your head peeked up with a question as he softened his gaze towards you. A hand coming to tuck a loose strand you didn’t catch in your braid, behind your ear before cupping your cheek comfortingly. “Love, we’ve barley seen you lately. Is it just missing Jon?”

That had you bite down against your tongue, it was about Jon, but not that really. And Robb caught your pause, how you didn’t seem to know quite how to answer the question. “It’s..not that simple.” Robb tried to catch your gaze more only to hear Theon out in the hall moving about when it dawned on you why he was at your door in the first place. “We don’t have time for this we have to go.”

That time you almost slipped passed him when Robb turned, grabbing you by the upper arm and turning you around to look at him. “Hold on, we have enough time for you to tell me whats going on.” Insisting you didn’t, Robb looked at your uncertainty and seemed to switch tactics. Letting you go before running his hand down your arm in a more soothing manner. “If you’re not up for tonight, you can stay here, it’s alright.”

The only warmth you felt in days came back. The sincerity and worry in his eyes felt like the only ones you would ever see again once this all came out. The reminder that at the very least, maybe just Robb would still have your back even just a little bit. But then you would have to say it, it would have to be real and the consequences would happen no matter what you wanted otherwise. You just wanted life to be normal, and you ruined that. But were you ready to even tell him how much you screwed up? You didn’t know. Instead you shook your head. “It’ll be good for me. Getting out of the house.”

Robb only frowned a little for a moment, looking you over before nodding his head. Surprising you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaning to meet your eyes again. “Remember what I said, you can still tell me anything.” You gave only a half smile and he at least took that effort as enough for the moment if felt.

Turning you back down the hall, Robb guided you almost playfully to where Theon stood at the door. You knew he sensed your rough mood, but in a stroke of luck, played if off if only for the sake of the evening. Looking back to Robb with a jest, “About time you wrangled her up.”

Robb grinned nudging you towards your boots as you turned to glare at him which he caught with a smirk. “Aye, she’s nothing. Could pick her up and place her in the car if we needed.” You ignored that as you put everything on to leave for the night. It was Robbs idea. To get the three of you out of the house for a night, and do something even as simple as seeing a movie. Get all of you some fresh air and hopefully that cleaned out just a bit of the tenseness he knew permeated the whole house.

Luckily, it wasn’t super crowded. You felt that tightness in your chest at how many people were inside, but not so many that you would’ve needed to turn around and leave. You couldn’t even recall what the movie was, not that you bought the ticket for it. Robb gave you that look Jon sometimes did, like you were a fool for thinking you’d be paying with your own money. Walking through you could see where much of the crowds inevitably gathered at the food, only for you to pause.

It wasn’t the smell, even though you certainly noticed it more then ever before. It was the thought. Could you even eat that? What could you eat? Had you ruined things already? Certainly you thought, any of the soda’s was off limits. Heart beginning to pick up, you felt that worry spiral you into standing in place just watching as the two moved thinking you followed. It wasn’t until Theon turned to ask you what you wanted when they noticed. Him tapping Robb on the chest with the back of his hand pointing out you were stood further off.

You didn’t know what either said, only that you muttered to yourself in an embarrassed anger. “Stop it..” But the panic grew and grew, as if they’d question you for wanting nothing when you knew you felt hunger.

Robb approached, hands coming up top your upper arms calling your name, but you didn’t reply. Just wide eyes at him before you tried to shake it off. Instead of letting you speak. Robb held you in place, turning to say something without words to Theon who nodded in reply. Looking back to you, Robb just nodded towards the doors, “Lets go find us three seats, yeah?”

You just nodded, Robb wrapping an arm around you to hold you to his side as he guided you through to the theatre, Theon following shortly with only something for him and Robb. Luckily, Robb had allowed you to sit in silence, a hand occasionally running along your hair and braid as if to remind your panicking self that you weren’t alone. All you could tell yourself over the painful noise, was that Robb still cared, and maybe he would continue if you said it. But you weren’t ready, you would still have to admit it was real.

Looking more playfully at Theon as you felt a bit of yourself calm, you narrowed your eyes without yet having to whisper. “Nothing for the lady, Greyjoy?”

He only huffed a laugh, “Calling you a lady? Really?” You read the joke in his eyes as you reached a foot over cross Robbs to nudge at Theons leg, who when he went to retaliate Robb had to put a stop to it as if trying to force his rowdy children to calm down. “You didn’t look like you wanted anything,” Theons tone changed to something more sincere. “I can go get you something if you really want it.”

Shaking your head, you knew your hunger and nausea and nerves might be the worst mix possible. “I’ll be fine, thank you.” Both men looked at the other, but little yet was said about it. And as more people pooled into the theatre and sat down, they wouldn’t here.

It was fine, you kept telling yourself it was fine. But the anxiety from the previous days had not gone away, it had never lessened. In fact it only grew and grew and despite the theatre around being nothing but dark and quiet it was still too much, all you could see were people everywhere as if they where whispering about you. Or perhaps, your mind was whispering what they would once all found out.

You weren’t married, you weren’t even close to married. You were so far away from such a life that you expected everyone to turn on you if they found out. Nothing calmed your mind and no doubt crying yourself to sleep the night before had not helped in that matter. Not even aware of how much time had passed, you too noticed you had not a clue what was going on in the film playing before you.

Words and dialogue was spoken but none of it entered your mind. No action nor movement really registered. All you could feel was the beating of your heart, the sound of it as if ringing in your ears and it travelling up to your head to make it feel heavy. Your brain foggy as if all you could pick out were the very worst thoughts only there to torment you.

Not having moved an inch in what you didn’t realize was nearly an hour, you had caught the glances of Robb noticing how you only grew more tense not less. Your stomach sat in knots and you only felt a wave of something inside of you as your mind refused not to correlate the two things. The feeling just pangs of hunger and tings from anxiety and yet it only served to remind you what you were hiding and the fear of how soon would it be until you couldn’t hide it anymore.

How along you would be when you did and suddenly the fear waved through you stronger then ever. Your father and mother, they certainly wouldn’t accept it. They wouldn’t let you come back to Dragonstone like that, they wouldn’t allow you to bring that disgrace into their lives. Maybe Renly you thought, he could let you stay in Storms End, he might be the only in your family not to shame you but you had never lived in the Stormlands, and seldom spent time there in many years. You’d be just as alone there.

Before a gasp could leave your mouth in shock, as a hand grabbed your arm did Robb lean over with his other outstretched to run along the back of your hair with a gentle whisper. “Do you want to go?” You shook your head no, but he didn’t buy it. You didn’t want to ruin the night the way you would ruin every single night they all could’ve shared with you in the future. But it wanted to come out so badly. Leaning more he tried again, “Come on, love. Just for a minute, lets get some air.”

Closing your eyes, you inhaled before nodding. Looking over to Theon with his eyes worried on you from what you could see of the bright screen reflecting off of him. Your smile failed to even come out, and he only looked more worried. Robb leaned down to whisper something to him that he acknowledged, before turning back to guide you out of the aisle. Not speaking in the silence as you passed the other seats until you were out the door.

The bright light almost overwhelming for a moment but Robb just guided you out without taking his hands away from you, as if making sure you felt grounded in some way that he was there. Your mind not capable at that moment of knowing Robb recognized the signs on you of a panic attack he knew getting you into fresh air was a safer spot to talk you down.

No one was out in the parking lot save for the cars of those inside, the evening falling over the sky and dimming the light from in there to something bearable out here. Turning you to face him, Robb spoke much more calm and slow for you to hear him. “You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but you need to breath for me. Slowly.”

Nodding, you tried to do so as you hadn’t let your lungs fill with air reasonably for quite a while it seemed, the inside of your chest straining for more. One after the other, he watched you close to see you come down slowly, but enough you didn’t tip into panic. But, panic was not the only emotion. Panic was one of them, not all of them. Fear was more then just panic, fear was everything else the panic alone hadn’t covered.

Stammering, you felt the warmth in your face explode before being able to stop it as you felt the sting in your eyes collecting it all. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin-”

“You didn’t ruin anything, we’re still out.”

But you shook your head more adamantly, you had and you would. You couldn’t tell him, maybe the last thing you were sure would stand by you would leave too. He was Jons brother, why would he side with you on this over him? His closest companion his whole life compared to you of all people. But it slipped out. Maybe you wanted to say it, maybe your brain was too overwhelmed and mistakened your thoughts alone for speaking it into the air, but you said it as the water collected in your eyes started to freely fall down your cheeks.

“I’m pregnant.”

Robbs eyes grew wide, and your tears fell more. “You’re-” He only cut himself off as you nodded. Ripping yourself from his touch you turned away. Rising your hands up half hidden by your sleeves as if a child, covering your mouth to try and prevent the sound but he still saw the tears. “Does Jon-” Again he cut himself off as you shook your head no, and you could see it dawn upon him in his eyes. “The other day. You weren’t with Margaery, were you.”

Inhaling, you tried wiping away tears but more came and you gave up the idea. “I saw a doctor, I didn’t know, I thought maybe it was just stress but he-” Another moment you covered your mouth to swallow the cries down. “I took a test just to be sure and...” Your eyes went wide at his subsequent silence and realized another fear, you thought Jon may see you that way but Robb could too and without thinking twice you begun stammering through trying to explain yourself. “I didn’t do it on purpose, I promise.”

Robb’s head jolted back that you even assumed he thought that, but you continued before him.

“It was when we went to the wedding, we got there and we had to get ready to go right away and I forgot to take my birth control, and I was a little drunk when we got back and forgot it then too. It was one day, I only missed one day by accident and I-” Turning away again you hid from the cries unable to stop. You ruined everything because of your own stupidity.

Muttering you were sorry, Robb approached behind you with a gentle murmur of your name before turning you to face him. But he didn’t say anything, not at first. Before you could try and hide away, Robb pulled you into his arms. Hiding you in his chest as he almost acted as the thing to keep you away from the world in that moment. Muttering close to your ear as he ran his hand along your spine, “It’s alright, love. It’s alright.”

Just muffled into his front, you tried to keep explaining yourself as if on auto pilot. “I really didn’t mean to, I promise.” Robbs brows furrowed, trying to grasp why you kept worrying that was even something he thought, or any of them would think, but you were too upset to see that.

Pulling back enough, Robb guided you slightly to the side, never letting go as he sat you down on the bench in front of the more garden like display outside the theatre till. Tilting your face to look to him, Robb sat close and kept your eyes on him. “So let me put this together. You and Jon went to the wedding, you forgot to take your birth control that night. Just that one night?” Nodding again you started to say you promised, but he shushed you. “I don’t need you to promise me, love. I believe you. After that one night, you never missed a dose. So it was that one night?”

Nodding, you tried wiping the tears away a bit on one side of your face before Robb let his thumb collect some on the other. Your voice shaky but a bit more stable as you tried to stay breathing evenly. “I never forget..I don’t even know what happened.” Robb tried saying it was simple mistake but you couldn’t get there. “It wasn’t simple. I never forget, and the one time I did, I ruin everything.”

Robb smiled a little, almost just in a tender manner. “You didn’t ruin anything, this isn’t ruining things.” Sighing deeply, he allowed you to look down and away more at your feet for a moment trying to collect yourself but the fog in your brain was too overwhelmed. “One night..so, either you have very bad luck, or us Starks are just that good.”

Your head turned to him with a half glare, as he jested he was only joking. Looking away and back again, you felt more of a headache now that the panic was disappearing. “I don’t know what to do, Robb. It’s too soon..it’s way too soon we’re not ready for this and he won’t want it.” Robb could only ask why you thought that and you shrugged. “We’ve only been dating three months, why would he. He’s going to think that after we went to a wedding I forgot it on purpose to trap him.”

How you got to that conclusion, Robb did not know.

In fact, he was so baffled by the assertion, he laughed. “Love, no one in this world would think you of all people were trying to trap a man with a baby.” You didn’t quite look his way nor appreciate the joke or laugh, but knew he meant to try and lighten the mood for your sake. Wrapping an arm around you, Robb pulled you into his side, running up and down your upper arm as he looked down at you, your hands in your lap fiddling with one another mindlessly. “What did he say? The doctor, about what to do next?”

Your brain jumped to that horrible conclusion that he suggested worried Robb was too. “He said if I wished, he could prepare Moontea for me...” Robb slowly spoke, guessing you weren’t comfortable with that. But you hesitated, a voice hardly sounding like yours spoke quiet and meek. “Maybe it would make things easier. I could go tomorrow..and Jon would never have to know..”

“But do you want that?”

You didn’t know what you wanted, you were too tired and upset to consider that. “I just don’t want this to end. Jon will hate me for ruining his life, everyone else will too. My own father and mother would like rather disown me then take me in when they find out.” Robb only asking why you’d have to even go to them, and you muttered the answer not brave enough to look him in the eye. “Jon won’t want me living there anymore, and I don’t know why you or Theon would either.”

Sighing out, Robb muttered your name causing you to look over at him. His eyes bright in the evening light making the blue stand out more. “You want to keep it, yeah?” You nodded, shyly, only once, and didn’t look him in the eye. “Then you keep the baby, and we figure out what to do to make sure you’re both healthy from now on.” Looking confused to him, Robb only explained gently. “No one in my family would send you away for this. You’re staying right here, with us. Where we can take care of you, and the baby when it comes to it. Jon included.”

“But Jon-”

Robb cut you off without skipping a beat. “Jon is not going to break up with you, or hate you for this. I promise. He comes home tomorrow night, and you tell him. And you’ll see.”

In truth, you completely doubted that. Everything you put Jon through, and you do this to him right when his life was getting to such a good point and you both were finally enjoying your time being together for the first in your lives. You coming to him with this was trapping him, but you knew if you didn’t tell him, Robb would. And you could only guess such news would not go over so well if it came from him.

You still couldn’t believe you had done this to him. His first relationship in a long time that Jon seemed actually happy in, and you were about to ruin all of it. Maybe Robb was right and he wouldn’t hate you, but he wouldn’t want to be with you after this. Why would he want this? Raising a baby out of wedlock, people looking at the child as if her mother was some harlot. You had not properly preyed to the Seven in a long time, but you thought not even they would be merciful to you at this point.

Looking back up to Robb, you felt the tears possibly start to dry up. “Thank you.” Catching his gaze that had been looking out to the night, you elaborated. “For not getting mad at me..or turning me away.”

Asking why he’d do that, you just shrugged again as he let his hand not around you, reach over to run thus thumb over your cheek, feeling the now drying tears under the skin. “No matter what happens, love, I’ll be here. I promise.” Pulling you close to leave another kiss to your forehead, Robb kept you leaning there for a while until a voice spoke out.

Calling your name you sat up straighter looking to Theon, “You alright?”

You nodded, but his eyes flickered to Robb. They seemed to say something to one another as if Theon understood something, but you tried to play any of it off. “I didn’t mean to keep you two from the movie..I just..needed a minute.”

Theon only shrugged, tossing Robbs jacket at him and carefully handing yours to you with much more care. “Movie was boring anyways. I’m thinking we order something in, the three of us can play something at home where we don’t have to pay attention.”

Both looked at you in a patience waiting for you to answer, looking between them with that realization. “You’re asking me?” Theon laughed saying yes as if teasing you for such an obvious thing. “That sounds good, I think.”

“You think?” Your face looking back up to Theon, who helped pull you up onto your feet as Robb put his jacket on. “You better be sure, because it’s the pizza place you like so much we’re ordering from.” Before you could even ask why order for your sake, Robb had moved around you to put your jacket on as if a parent dressing a child as Theon only looked at you flatly. “You don’t think I can tell you’ve been crying, Baratheon?” You felt a flush right away that he noticed, but Theon only pulled a more casual arm around you to drag you with him into the parking lot as Robb followed. “Of course we’re ordering something you like.”

All but forcing you to sit in the front with Robb, you knew both were treating you a bit with kid gloves but for once you had nothing to protest about it. The fear coming from never having this kind of softness again with Jon perhaps influencing you to let Robb and Theon be softer with you then normal, in case once Jon came home tomorrow, it was all over for good.

Jon knew something was wrong, but not this of all things.

When he first pulled into the driveway, no one yet was home. Still early enough that the other would be at work. You might be as well, but Jon knew that wouldn’t be such a big deal. Turning everything off, he hand turned back to look at Ghost, who had been happily slumbering away on the drive home. Only with his head perking up, did the direwolf shift eager to stretch his legs. “You want to run around a bit first before going in?” Ghost only slightly tilted his head, an indicator to Jon as good as a yes. A small grin on his face as he pulled his keys from the ignition. “I thought so.”

Stepping out first, Jon gave a wide space for Ghost to jump out. Shaking his fur before looking up to Jon for reassurance. Only nodding his head to the side, did Ghost give a small bark and take off, no doubt already seeking the scent of his own wolf siblings. Getting in the front door, the house was mostly quiet. A distant sound far off of typing, but coming from the living room Jon guessed instead of the office space, once your room, you had chosen to take advantage of the weather. In each room the windows were all open, the curtains blowing in the cool breeze.

Putting his keys down, Jon already could imagine it. You sat on one of the couches by the window, your feet up on the coffee table with your laptop sitting on you as you typed away, no doubt forgetting the coffee beside you for so long it grew cold. Probably had earbuds in, not always listening to music but sometimes just to immerse yourself in the quiet. Pulling off the heaviest layers on him first to put into the side closet, before making his way over to you.

He was partially right, you were placed right where he imagined, but no drink in sight. You also didn’t look quite as content as he imagined. An exhaustion on your face with a frown that felt as if it was etched there for quite a while before he arrived. Murmuring your name, you looked up almost in a startled gasp before realizing. Pulling your ear buds off, but not making a move towards him yet. “You’re back early.”

A slightly bemused look came over him, pulling his phone out briefly just to look at the time. “Not so early.” Your eyes glanced down to the screen to check the time and your face fell a bit to relent he was right. Chuckling, Jon made his way over to you instead, sitting down as he let his arm stretch across the top of the couch just above you as he leaned more into your side. “You’re having fun.”

You made a small laugh in your chest, the page open on your screen just an abundance of numbers attached to a few scattered names. Shrugging a shoulder, your voice was quieter then he expected, almost a bit on the weary side which Jon was sure you didn’t think he had noticed. “It isn’t as exciting as what you do, I will give you that.” A grunt just came from his chest as you looked at him, “What?”

Jons eyes lit up almost playfully as he looked back at you. “Too much fun if you ask me. Had to go out and deal with Craster again.” Slowly you closed the laptop, sitting it off to the side as you listened to him continue with an exhaustion so prevalent in his bones. “I think he’s the only one north of the Wall who cares that I’m a Snow.” Your own face fell, a frustration he could identify on you for many years when others had brought it up. “Most people here keep it to themselves, but he never does. I never hear anyone call me bastard so much then when I’m dealing with him.”

Shifting in your seat a bit, you moved so you could pull your legs close and sit more with your feet under you, Jon reacted right away by sitting more at an angle you could lean into him better, the furrow in your brow rather cute to him in comparison to your words. “He has no right to judge anyone else for who they are, the kind of man he is. Didn’t he marry his daughter once?”

Jon looked down at you with more wide eyes, “Who told you that?”

Briefly your eyes flickered to the side trying to figure out an answer but settled on the truth. “Karsi might have mentioned it once. Is it true?” Jon only shook his head with a sigh, pulling you closer into his side muttering that he was not about to get into all of that. “That isn’t a no...”

Chuckling more, Jon turned to press a kiss into the side of your hair before using his free hand to reach up, tucking some loose strands behind your ear as his voice lowered to a rasp. “What about you? You said something the other day about being bored without me?” Normally, Jon knew you’d have an easy answer to that or a teasing joke, but instead for a moment you hesitated. Saying nothing as your eyes drifted to the side as if figuring something out on what to tell him.

“Saw Margaery a few days ago. Saw a movie last night.” Asking what it was, Jon too noticed you didn’t have the answer right away. Trying to think on it before playing it off. “I don’t remember, it wasn’t that good, we ended up coming back and just playing something for the night instead.” When asked who you specified Theon, Robb, and yourself as Jon nodded. Quickly changing subjects it felt, you looked a bit more enthusiastic finally. “They both said they’d be home late tonight, so I was thinking we could make something together?”

Your eyes lit up, almost hopeful as if he would say no, which was laughable to him. “Love to.” A small smile, Jons hand still by your cheek, he ran his thumb over the soft skin for a moment, before slipping his fingers under your chin to tilt your head up. Almost obeying his silent command, your eyes slipped closed before he even made a substantial move. Starting off slow and chaste, Jon kissed you just savouring the feeling of your lips against his after far too many days gone. Running that hand more over your hair to keep you pressed to him, he kept it soft and delicate. Something in the tender way you responded wasn’t as eager as you normally would be, and Jon felt no need yet to rush you into things.

Pulling back once, then twice, Jon could tell that you had barley even tried moving your hands over to him, only glancing down when he finally pulled away the third time. Quick enough that he spotted his confirmation before your eyes even opened. Hands almost nervously trying to keep to themselves as if Jon wasn’t happy to freely grab at you the way he needed. But not yet did he point it out, just something he stored in wonder. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he rasped gently, “Let me at least change into something other then this, don’t get anything started without me.”

You though, had a different idea on what that meant. Only taking a few minutes, you were not even where Jon left you. Instead you had gotten up, moved into the kitchen and he heard the sounds of you gathering things to start prepping with. Just shaking his head with an amusement, he rounded the corner to see you focused on looking through the higher cupboard for whatever you needed. Coming up behind you without a word, Jon grabbed at your hip to steady you with one hand, and reached up with more ease with the other to get it for you. Putting it down as you muttered a thank you, but Jon just pulled your hair all the way back and over the opposite shoulder he stood at.

Grabbing both of your hips, he leaned down more towards your ear as you got started. “What did I say about starting without me?” You didn’t look, only a slightly playful mutter that you were doing prep, not starting the meal when Jon rolled his eyes. Pressing a kiss to your neck to mutter along it, “Same thing, darling.”

Jon could only be eternally grateful that the other two would be gone until late, giving Jon full, free reign to be as affectionate with you as he wanted. Always looking for an excuse to touch you in some way, brush a hand over you, sometimes if you were in the way, just picking you up by the hips and moving you slightly to the side no matter how flustered it made you.

By the time Ghost came inside, you looked over at him almost in a knowing disbelief. “You have an impeccable timing, you are aware of that?” If a direwolf could smile, Ghost was doing it. Coming closer, the nudged his head into your legs, making you laugh. “Alright, alright.” Jon knew the small bowl you sat out had been for him, you the weakest of any of them here when it came to giving into the direwolves asking for some kind of treats. Ghosts being very simple but very specific. He liked cooked meat, and especially when you would kneel down and let him gently feed from your hand. Almost like in the wild trying to earn the trust of an animal, but this one would bonk himself into you after for more pets.

Jon put the knife in his hand down to kneel as well. Running a gentle hand around Ghost’s ears as he ate what was in your hand. “I know, I missed her too.” Your eyes flickered to catch his for a moment, something soft like a smile wanting to come over you but it didn’t reach you the way you thought it did. It was meek and not so whole in a hesitant sort of way. But with Ghost in front of you, it was wiped instantly as you laughed again as Ghost made a small whining noise as a stand in for a thank you. Jon tilted his head to the side, “You know the rule.”

Turning on a dime, Ghost knew he wasn’t allowed inside the kitchen when food was being prepared outside of being given a treat. Instead he would always circle in place, and lay down right at the edge of the kitchen and hallway. Only his front paws and head were crossing the line dividing the room as the rest were outside but he always watched. When Grey Wind would some times join him it was impossible to easily leave the room, having to climb awkwardly over the direwolves who refused to budge now that they were cozy.

It itched at Jon again. Something was off. You would talk, and joke and smile with him as usual, but something about it felt..distant. Almost sad. As if you were a light dimming a bit but pretending you were running perfectly fine. He didn’t pry, he didn’t want too. Not yet. Something seemed it was bothering you, but you two had the evening to yourselves and you wanted to enjoy it. Trying to get passed where he had stood in the moment, you had slipped behind him, hands braced somewhat against his back and sides asking if he could see if it tasted good.

You meant what you had on the stove, but Jon took a bit more of a playful route since he could freely yank you about. Grabbing your arm and turning you to him, Jon cupped your cheek and spared no thought to press his lips to yours. Your hands grabbing at his sides almost to steady yourself in suprise. It was deep and more needing then before. Running his tongue along your bottom lip as it an ask, he only just barley let his tongue slip into your mouth. Brushing so lightly against yours before pulling back and slowly turning things back down before muttering against you. “Perfect.”

Trying to pull away, Jon only grabbed you by the hip to keep you there as he smirked down at you trying to not look at him, as you now felt more flustered. “I meant the food..”

Jon pulled you back for one more, quicker but more urgent and rough just as swiftly ending it. “I know.” His smirk growing wider as you tried to turn away rather bashful to set the table. Humouring you, Jon didn’t even know why you needed him to try, it was always good.

He remembered the first time ever tasting your cooking. You were teenagers, and a class you took you were supposed to prepare a meal for a date. Jon had turned to look at you with a very amused grin only for you to get very flustered. Saying that it was for a specific class, and the challenge was not to make something you were comfortable with but to choose a scenario at random and make something fitting for it.

But, you were nervous about it being bad. During one afternoon, Jon took a time he knew you had no class, knowing he could drive you back in time for your next one to do this while no one was home. You had asked what about him and Jon said little about skipping for this purpose. You didn’t let him do anything, just fussing around the kitchen with a very determined look in your eye and a scowl that seemed to appear specifically when you were focused and concentrating.

Too nervous to even try yourself, you stood against the counter watching him try it, almost hiding your face in your too long for your arms, sleeves. He recalled almost telling you that he could fall in love with you all over again, but catching that it would mean admitting he was in love with you at all in the first place. It was better then he imagined for how nervous you were. Your parents rarely every let you in the kitchen and Jon assumed you had no experience outside of the specific class you were taking.

Instead he had muttered between bites that any guy would fall in love with you easy if you fed them this during a date. It came out of Jon a bit easier, you were two years younger then him at fourteen and mumbled a very flustered, “Shut up.” Before sitting down so you could actually enjoy what you made with him. Ever since, it was as if you loved to cook for people. The Starks were more then happy to have you over and make something, knowing it was the only time you could use a kitchen outside of school.

It translated to now, how often even though all four of you had a rotation schedule of who makes dinner on what nights, you ended up either starting it yourself, or making the whole thing. So many times growing up did his family make jokes towards you that if you cooked for guys for a date, you wouldn’t be single for much longer. You never acknowledged it beyond a bit flustered over it, but it didn’t come true anyways.

You only went on scattered one off dates, so few Jon wasn’t even sure you’d need two hands to count how many, that was until Karl Tanner. Part of Jon felt a bit tense thinking about it, how much you also were used to doing all of this because he made you do it. Tanner didn’t seem a man who was happy to cook with you, or do much of anything with you let alone for you.

Trying to do everything still, Jon reached over grabbing both plates in your hands from you muttering in your ear from behind, “Let me do this, go sit.” You turned to look at him almost asking if he was sure, but Jon just nodded towards the table as his answer.

You were avoiding something. The way anytime Jon even remotely tried to get close to figuring out what was wrong, what had your mind so preoccupied before you changed the subject entirely. Truthfully, Jons only plans had been to hopefully get you into a bath before just laying with you on the couch, enjoying the quiet for once. But you didn’t seem quite to the point where relaxing would could naturally to you.

Helping you clean up, Jon didn’t quite let you go in time for you to again scurry about nervously. He wasn’t going to interrogate you, but he grasped at your hips, keeping you pressed up against the counter with his chest warm against your back. “Darling, settle.” Your brows furrowed for a moment as he elaborated. “You’ve been running around the moment I got back. I want you to relax.” Slowly pulling your hair from one shoulder out of his path, he leaned down pressing his lips gentle to your neck.

A soft sigh left you at first. One then another, each press of his lips found a new spot creating a path downward. His hands slunk down enough to the bottom of your shirt, only sneaking upward enough to run across your bare skin as you shivered in his touch.

Slowly, Jon continued to raise his hands, pulling against your shirt inch by inch until it sat just below your breasts. Suddenly, did you jolt. Not severe, and not far, but enough that it caught Jons attention for him to run them back down. Murmuring your name, you just whispered an apology. “I’m sorry..just..not here.”

No one was in the house, nor outside to see you both, but he nodded. “How about a bath at least? I just want an excuse to have you close.” Why you hesitated he wasn’t sure, but he didn’t think the reason was him. It was almost something insecure inside you, but you agreed anyways. Turning you, Jon led you down the hall, prompting you into the bathroom first. Kissing the back of your head, he muttered, “Stay right here.”

Moving into his room, Jon had an idea come to him. Somewhere he knew when he had encouraged you to move things into his room, he had seen something in a box you had yet to bring back out. Some sort of oils he remembered you said were to help you relax, and figured maybe it would help soothe your mind just a little bit. Opening his closet door though, where he noticed it should be, everything seemed dishevelled. Normally that side of the closet was rarely even touched, he could practically draw where everything was.

Now it was all scattered. Put away hastily which he didn’t do, but it didn’t seem like something you would do either. So much more organized even then he was. Reaching upwards, Jon attempted to shift things off to the side for now to just get what he needed and fix it later, but something was shoved up on the shelf poorly, and sat on top of the fabric he was moving. The tug from the fabric made it fall down, but too came something harder with it.

The object on top of one corner, a small box with a flick up lock, smashing down to the ground it didn’t break apart but the contents of it fell to the floor and scattered around. Jon didn’t recognize it, kneeling down he flipped it upright with one hand, picking up some of the things with his other. Small trinkets and handmade things, little stags included and he knew this was something of yours he had never seen before.

Glancing backwards to the partially closed door, Jon tried to put everything back so you wouldn’t be embarrassed he accidentally found this stash of innocent secrets. Only as he reached for something, it took him off guard. A folded piece of paper with the words hidden on the inside sat atop a white object. His mind sent into an alert right away, he knew what that looked like. Reaching out, he grasped it and pulled it towards him as his other held the paper.

Jon knew what it was, but didn’t confirm his suspicions until he flipped it over. There wasn’t much too it, just a white plastic sort of material with a small screen on it with a few tiny cracks which looked fresh, likely from the fall just now. But on the screen wasn’t words or anything, but just a smiley face.

But, Jon wasn’t stupid. He knew what he was looking at. Almost without thinking Jon opened the paper, seeing your full name and information scattered across it, and it just confirmed exactly what the rest of it said. The date stated the day you said you were out with Margaery, you were at a doctors. Getting these results. He didn’t know which of these came first but they matched.

Everything in him felt frozen. This is what you were trying to hide, this is what had you nervous and on edge. Suddenly your voice came through, a gentle but concerned tone calling his name as you poked your head through the door. “I heard-”

He wasn’t even looking back at you. Crouched on the ground, neither of you could deny what Jon had found. You said nothing as he did, but for two every different reasons. Jon felt something almost numb in shock as you stood with something growing in fear.

A fear turning to panic that almost changed to tears right away. You wanted at least one night. One single night you both could just be alright together, one night you didn’t have to think about losing him but Jon found it anyways and now you didn’t even have that. This was it. The last of it, and you didn’t even get to enjoy what little of Jon you’d ever have again before it all fell apart.

The sensation rising in your face, you rose your arms up, trying to hide the need to cry behind your long sleeves but it was obvious. Standing slowly, Jon held both, looking at you with an expression you now had no idea how to read. Something dark and not normal, something which told to you he was having a reaction that you had never seen before. His voice spoke low, slowly, with a rough strain in it as if he was barley containing whatever lay behind it. “Is this true?”

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t speak. Only a nod did tears start then, hating that you couldn’t last to hold off. He’d just accuse you of everything you feared, and now using tears to try and get sympathy. “I-” It cut itself off, the words. You had said it last night to Robb, but this wasn’t last night. This was Jon, and Jon wouldn’t have the same reaction. It wasn’t Robbs life you ruined by telling him, but Jons was about to be.

Hands dropping to wring together, almost letting your nails just dig right into the skin of each opposite hand, you failed to find anything to justify this. Anything that would make him feel better. And when you did, you could only settle on one meek little promise in a small voice that made you feel pathetic for even needing to say it. But if he hated you, you wanted him to have one thing. “I didn’t do it on purpose..I promise..”

Jons expression looked completely taken back. “You prom-” Cutting himself off, he looked possibly angry but you weren’t sure anymore. Wanting to turn and run away and never come back but your anxiety had your feet glued in place. The silence so heavy and thick between you both, Jon finally found actual words, a breathless disbelief you couldn’t decipher. “You’re pregnant?”

“I didn’t know until,” Trying to speak through the feeling bubbling in your throat of wanting to cry. “Until the doctors, I thought it was stress..I forgot to take my birth control-just one night I promise, it was an accident. We were at the wedding and I was so distracted and then-” Covering your mouth again as if smothering the cry once more, you knew it was pointless as your cheeks were flowing with tears. “I’m so sorry, I am. I didn’t mean to do this.”

Jon only looked at you with wide eyes before dropping his head down to look at the papers and pregnancy test once more. His voice hardly there but not in the same pathetic way yours was. “Darling, if this is a joke-”

That time you cut him off, but no intimidation was found as you cried it out louder. “Jon, it’s not a joke. And I’m not trying to pressure you, I didn’t want to do this to you, okay? I’m sorry.” Your mouth started to move faster then Jons brain could keep up. “I’ll move out, this doesn’t have to be your problem, I’ll get rid of it if you really want,”

That caught Jons attention. Brows furrowing, Jon suddenly almost tossed both objects onto the dresser to the side of him, muttering your name so much more softly then before. Your eyes seeking his but struggled to understand what he was saying so silently beyond the tears.

Before you could even comprehend what he was doing, Jon had closed the gap between you both. Grabbing your cheeks, Jon almost roughly pressed his lips to yours. Stealing the suprise and uncaring that he could feel the tears under his palms. Over and over he kissed you, refusing to let you go, his hold on your cheeks tight as it desperate for you not to have a chance to escape. Soft lips kissing you deeply, your hands barley confident enough to sit at his shoulders while Jon nearly growled into your mouth at the overwhelming feeling inside of him.

Nibbling at your bottom lip, Jon suddenly bit down as if demanding you grant him access. Sliding his tongue into your mouth at your gasp, he brushed it along yours, not giving you the chance to explore him back as he overwhelmed you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, almost too scared to kiss him back the way he was to you. A hand slid from your cheek up grasp tightly your hair by the back of your neck. All but yanking your head upward as he took a step closer to you, leaning down to kiss you roughly, he felt and heard your gentle whines at the sensation only encouraging him more.

Never parting until he knew you needed air desperately, he made you look back up at him, your eyes still full of tears ready to cry but now they were paired against Jons bright grey ones looking at you as if he had seen a miracle performed before his eyes by the gods themselves. “You’re really pregnant?” Nodding, Jon pulled you close that time, all but hiding you in his neck as he buried his face in your hair, your arms grasping so gently at his sides afraid you were going to misread all of this.

Muffled against him, you felt an odd feeling of whiplash. The opposite reaction of what you had been expecting. “It’s too soon, I didn’t want you to think I was rushing into this.” Jon just laughed though, turning to press a kiss to the side of your head before pulling back. Keeping you close he cupped your cheeks, that time his eyes bright and with something gleeful in them you’d never seen before and a smile genuine.

“Darling, you think you’re rushing into this? I’m the one who was talking about you being pregnant first remember?” You only commented that you assumed you and Tormund were joking, and what you had said was little more then teasing to lighten the tension that night. Pulling you for another kiss as if he couldn’t help himself before more of a laugh came from him, his warm breath dancing across your lips as if tempting you right back. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

You felt a bit breathless, either from such lashing emotions or from the kiss itself but you huffed a bit of a strained laugh. “With me?”

Jon laughed more gentle, turning you to look up at him more. “Of course you, who else?” You had no answer for that and he shook his head in bemusement. “Listen, I know we didn’t plan this, but we’re together now. And we do this together, no matter what you want us to do about it.” Neither of you said what he meant out loud, but the implication was there. The reason behind both were different, and maybe it was too fresh or raw now to dive into it right away. “Does anyone else know?”

You shook your head for the majority, “Only Robb. Last night I started having a panic attack over it, and it just slipped out.” Jon was more quiet, but kept you close as your hands finally drifted more upwards to rest along his torso. Asking in a low, controlled voice what he said, but you felt no reason to mince words, it had been a great comfort to have him there last night. Repeating most of it in a summarized version, he listened intently. “He tried telling me too, that you weren’t going to be mad or break up with me..but I guess I didn’t really listen to that part.”

Sighing deeply, Jon turned your head down to press a kiss to your forehead. Saying nothing for a moment, you could only hope this was going to help ease what tension they had if only for a little while. By the time he found his words, Jon gently ran his nose down the length of yours. “I still want my girl with me in a bath. Talk about this somewhere more comfortable.” Nodding gently, he kissed you just as gentle and chaste before leading you back out to the hallway.

Ghost stood at the end staring intently, and while you looked curious Jon only spoke in a more stern voice, “Ghost go easy on her.” You turned back to raise an eyebrow at him only to be ambushed by Ghost suddenly trying to run into you. Kneeling down the both of you, you pet him profusely as you looked over at him in question. Tilting his head a bit in lieu of a shrug he explained, “I wasn’t the only one who missed you these past few days, but I think I know why he did so much now.” Reaching over to run his hand over the direwolves ears he jested, “Couldn’t give me a heads up, boy?”

Only licking Jons hand in response, you both gave a laugh before he send Ghost off again, guiding you into the bathroom and locking behind. The tub filling with water, you sat gently on the edge of it to dip your hand into it with a look up to him in asking, “Little cold for your taste.”

Leaning more down over you, Jon grabbed you by the chin to pull you close, “I have to be careful now with you. Both of you.” A small fluster came over you but Jon left a gentle kiss to your lips before adding everything else. Sure of it’s heat, Jon grabbed your hands, lifting you to your feet as he held you now by your hips. Hands trailing to your shirt to toy with the edges again, that time he waited for your shy nod to lift it up and over you. Not bothering to waste, he undid the clasp at the front of your bra, letting it fall free down your shoulders and arms to the ground.

One hand ran over the sensitive skin on your neck, trailing downward to your collarbones, tracing the curve of your breasts before letting two of his knuckles trail along your stomach. “Better enjoy it now, Snow.” Looking back up at you as you shrugged. “I don’t know when I’m going to look like this again for quite a while.”

Jon only rolled his eyes playfully. Skipping down to your pants and dragging them down your legs with everything else following in his grasp. Bare in the room, your feet always just on the edge of cold wanting to get in but you weren’t ready yet. Grabbing the edge of Jons shirt, you took much more care as you pulled it up and off him. Making sure it rested on the counter beside you both, before kneeling down.

You thought little of it, but Jon made the mistake of glancing to the side. The large mirror showing an imagine that had his insides burn. All you were doing was undressing him for a bath, but on your knees, undoing his jeans before slowly pulling them down his legs with a partially obscured view of you from the counter, it looked more obscene.

Half hard already, you meant to stand but his length gave you pause. Hands braced on his thighs, you looked up with bright eyes with a question i them. Only shaking his head, you read his words and murmured back, “You’ve only ever let me do it once.”

“You’ve been scared I was going to make you leave, do all of this pregnant and alone. I’m not going to make you do something like this for me right now.” Pulling you up to your feet, Jon ran his hands along your bare skin before moving you both to enjoy the warm water. Jon taking great cares to make sure at the first stop, he had you straddling his lap to face him, your hands resting on his shoulders as his hid beneath the waters along your waist and hip.

Words were quiet between you both, neither feeling the need to speak any louder then only for the others ears despite no one else even being home. Your hands toying with his loose curls, you brought it up first. “Jon, you’re certain you want this? With me? Now?”

Nodding, Jon continued his hands path of running along your bow wet and bare skin in the perfect position for him. “I promise. Is that why you said that? That you’d get rid of it if I wanted?” Nodding, you let your arms wrap more around the back of his neck and Jon shifted to sit more upright. Pulling you to rest your forehead against his as he now played with your hair and the wet strands long down your back hitting the water.

Your voice came out smooth, but a blatant insecurity sat within it’s depths. “The doctor noticed I was upset, and offered me moontea.” Jon sat more rigid in your touch but allowed you to continue. “I was so scared you were going to be mad at me that I started to think, maybe it would’ve been better if I went back to the doctors for it, and then you’d never have to know..and you wouldn’t hate me.”

Jon was deathly quiet before more of a hiss came out. “Fuck.” Pulling you back up, Jon shifted you closer to him to ensure you kept his gaze. “Did you want that?” Shaking your head no, he exhaled shakily, before returning to toy with your hair. “Good. I know this is your choice and all but, if I didn’t know and only found out after you had..I’d almost be tempted to ask if you wanted to try but on purpose. Just so you understood how happy this would make me.”

Inhaling deeply, you let a hand run down his torso with following, innocent eyes. “When do we tell everyone else?” Reaffirming that Robb already knew, Jon put it out there that you already had a doctors confirmation, so you could tell everyone when you were ready. “Who do we start with?”

Jons idea was bold, and you took it as bold but he said it nothing more then a man very sure of himself. “Everyone.” Laughing gently at your wide eyes, he cupped your cheek, thumb running over the skin he found, leaving a gentle trace of water each path. “I know that sounds like a lot, but they’re my family. I want them to know. And it’ll be easier to get it over with in one go instead of making you go through all of them individually. Besides, once they know, it’ll be easier to figure everything out.”

Asking about your family, you shook your head as a wince came over you. Looking to the side in a lack of anticipation. “My father will just about disown me for it. My mother too. Shireen will be excited at the least.” A gentle laugh, Jon ran his hand more along the hair by your neck saying that even if they do, you had all the family you need right here.

“I want to move us into the house. I’ll ask my father about it, but I want you to be with people who can take care of you, more then just me, Robb, and Theon.” You bit on your lip a little, only to have him draw you back up, “We’ll stay there while your pregnant, and for a while when the baby is born to see what we want to do next.”

You didn’t really answer, but he understood your nod. You didn’t want to intrude, but you did certainly underestimate how much the Starks would be elated about the news for the most part. For a while the bath was peace. You and Jon too turns slowly cleaning off the other. You didn’t have to move from his lap to do his hair. His black curls long but not so much you couldn’t reach all of him.

Jon did have to turn you in his lap though for your hair. Gently running through each lock with a care, not leaving any bit unattended too. You had run your nails along his scalp, and in return, Jon spent much time almost massaging your own head and neck to keep you at peace before rinsing it all out. His hands greatly lingered there, taking advantage to sift through each wet strand as if fascinated by your hair.

Not yet leaving, Jon kept you pulled back against his chest. One hand wrapped high around your collarbones, the other slid around you to press down against your stomach. Nothing there and wouldn’t for a while, but he refused to leave the spot, as if wanting to know what you felt like so he could detect the moment you begun to slowly change. As if he was looking forward to it, despite that idea making little sense to you.

You’d be the smallest for a while now, why he didn’t want to savour that was beyond you.

Slowly you felt the hand on your collarbone leave you. Tracing downwards, you made a hum of a noise in question, but Jon leaned down to your ear. His warm rasp just shushing you. Reaching your breasts, he made a detour. Grasping the one closest to that hand, you leaned back into Jons touch, a silent cry wanting to turn vocal only coming out as a tiny whine in your chest. More and more he groped your breast, rougher and greedier before grasping at your nipple. Just enough of a pressure out that had that small cry leave you to something much louder in the air.

The hand on your stomach finally left, trailing downward between your legs, you felt Jons cock harden more behind you as you instinctively spread your legs for him. A sharp inhale against your ear as he more rested the side of his head close, to watch right over your shoulder down at your form, partially hidden by water.

Matching the treatment of your nipple, Jon skipped easing you into it. Seeking your clit, he put a hefty pressure down onto it, seeking a faster, rougher pattern that had your muscles tense in his touch. The feeling shooting a current through your body and blood that warmed your core awake to twist in that burning need. Your thighs naturally wanting to press together, you only had another wave as Jon rasped low and deeply, “Spread your legs for me, darling.” Only to send a shiver down your spine as you did so, and he rewarded you with something unfair. “Good girl.” Biting your lip trying not to be loud, every rough pull he gave to your nipple did Jon respond by putting even more pressure to you clit.

That wave flowing towards you so fast and even in the water you could tell you were growing more and more worked up for him, and he would learn that the moment he dared trail further. More and more your lungs burned, trying to contain it but you felt a warmth grow between your legs and upwards to your core in such a need. Were you not so willing to take anything Jon gave you, you might’ve been inclined to beg for more. But you didn’t, you never would and he knew it. You’d only ever take what Jon gave you and you’d be happy to do so.

Two fingers traded places against your clit as the previous begun seeking that very path. Even in the water, barley brushing against you he exhaled deeply against your ear. “You can’t be this worked up for me already.” But you nodded, muttering needing that you were, you always were for him. Leaving your breast, Jons other hand took over at your clit to give his right free space.

Two thick fingers sinking deep inside of you as he rubbed tight circles against you, dragging against your sensitive walls inside of you, you felt as if you soaked him more then the water did. Perhaps so, only growing more and more wet between your legs feeling him sink in and out of you, your legs struggling to stay wide open for him, and he knew it. Suddenly pausing only long enough, Jon used his advantage of laying out like this to wrap his foot around your ankles, each side. A gasp left you in surprise as he sunk deep to the knuckles inside of you again, barley leaving before sinking right back. “I know, darling, I know. You’re trying to be good, I’m just helping you.”

You weren’t even sure what you were nodding at, but all you felt was the burning against your clit, the feeling as he dragged his fingers in and out of and him keeping your legs locked open for him by force only had your head lean back against him with a gentle moan.

Slowly dragging in and out, you felt yourself clenching around his fingers. Taking his time to make you endure the feeling, your heart begun to pick up. Lungs working harder and harder and each breath begun to feel as if it came out needier and higher pitched. He never picked the pace up, but it felt fast to you. Your insides twisting within your core, warming like a fire wound tightly around you ready to snap at anytime. But your hands reached out, grasping along his forearm of the hand still roughly rubbing tight, small circles to your clit.

You didn’t know if you were allowed. It had been a sick game for Jon for weeks. Ever since the night of the wedding, Jon hadn’t allowed you to cum that night, nor any night since. Seeing how long you could hold off for him, and even worse, because he knew you’d never try to do it on your own when he was gone. He and you were both well aware how little you explored yourself in such a fashion, he didn’t even need to order you not to do it, he knew you wouldn’t anyways.

It always had a purpose, a meaning. He did it to make you needy, and it would work. When he’d finally let you cum, you’d cling to him as much as you could needing him close. But before now, it had only been days. He’d never made you go on like this for so long, and yet now that you felt so close so quickly you felt that fear that you’d fall over that edge without permission. Biting down against your tongue previously, you only opened your lips with a meek ask. Never for more, only this for his sake. “Jon, I can’t- you need to stop.”

His hands did, stopping within a second, not moving or withdrawing from your soaking walls, but a suddenly worry and urgency in your ear rasping, “Whats w-”

Cutting him off, you only felt Jons length twitch against you from behind as hard as it was. Your words almost begging but somehow innocent. “I can’t hold back this time..” He was silent, trying to figure it out when you tried leaning your head into his touch a bit more behind you. “You told me to tell you when I was close..if you keep going now, I don’t think I can stop it.”

Jon continued to be silent for a moment but again his cock twitched and his breathing suddenly increased in your ear, a near growl in his words when he did choose to speak. Heavy with something dripping in an authority. “You tell me your pregnant, and you still think I won’t let you cum.” You didn’t always know when his questions were rhetorical or not in such intimate moments, and you tended to answer him not to rile him up further, nodding yes that you did assume that. Slowly Jon begun to move again, just barley letting the tip of his fingers stay inside before slowly sliding them down to the knuckle.

Tensing in your muscles, unable to move as Jon kept your legs open for him, your walls clenching around him as you felt yourself grow more wet. You didn’t even say it as something seductive, just the truth which drove him crazy anyways. “I wanted to do as I was told.”

Jon felt his cock throbbing against you, his fingers against your clit starting to put the pressure back as he ran them tightly over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Steeling whatever voice you had left and drawing it from you in cries in the air, his breath hot against your ear as he rasped deeply. “No one has any idea do they, what a good girl the mother of my child is.” You clenched even tighter around as your nails dug into his arms, desperate to hold off. The feeling burning against your clit as his fingers inside of you were overwhelming on top of it all. “Thinking I wouldn’t want this, when all I’ve thought about for almost a month is getting you pregnant. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, how much I’ve wanted you my whole life.”

Biting your lip trying to keep his name from interrupting, his pace picked up, toying you right back against the edge of that cliff he dangled you over.

Whines desperate to leave your chest, Jon again picked the pace up, your body arching back into him as much as you could as he did so. “You don’t know, darling. How many nights in a row I’d be in my room at night, the only thing ever able to get me off was thinking about you. Looking for videos of girls who looked just like you, and how none ever came close. You’re the only one I’d ever want this with.”

Right at that edge, begging his name did Jon suddenly stop. Dark eyes looking down at you over your shoulder, breasts heaving with your legs wide open for him, because he was keeping them open himself, did Jon suddenly pull away from your cunt. Leaving your soaking walls and clit, one hand sat against your stomach while the other reached up to turn you by your jaw to partially look back at him.

The grey you could see in his eyes barley even then. “I should’ve gotten you pregnant in our bed.” Biting you lip, you barley could nod at the angle before Jon slowly released you. Grabbing by your hips he manevuered you up and off of him, carefully guiding you out of the tub never letting go of you. Keeping you in front of him, his cock hard almost between your legs as your hands rested high against his chest, you didn’t presume anything. Your legs wanting to shake from being torn from any orgasm once more, but Jon ran a hand along your wet hair to nudge you up to look at him properly. “I said no at first, but I have a deal for you.” You just nodded eagerly, his eyes closing briefly as if unable to control himself. His hands on your hips growing tighter before looking back to your eyes. “I’ll bring you to our bed, darling and make you cum. But you need to make me cum first, right here.”

Without even a second thought, you slowly dropped down to your knees. The water soaking the floor under you both but you paid none of it mind. Your hands steadying themselves against his hips as you looked up at him. Jon ran his along your cheek before raking through the wet strands of hair, making sure he had a secure hold. He didn’t need to say anything else, he gave you his order.

One hand gently reaching over to grasp at his cock, too thick to even wrap your hand around, Jons hand in your hair grew a slight bit tighter. Your lips brushing small pecks against his length, all the way down to the base of his cock where the hair was coarse and thick and back. Your eyes fluttered closed as your final was pressed to the tip of his cock. Again, his hand tightened.

Tiny kisses and licks you gave, savouring as if this was all you’d get when you knew better. Ever so slowly did you take him into your mouth. Running your tongue along, trying to gather the saliva in your mouth to make it easier. A rough sigh left his lips, as you begun to take more and more of him in your mouth.

Filling you gradually, his length was as intimidating as his girth. You had only ever done this with him once, but your heart felt as full as your mouth that he let you again. Something about it was perverse, but only towards him, did you feel a burning need to show him how obedient you’d be. Inching yourself to halfway down his cock, you didn’t allow yourself to leave him. Pulling only to his tip and back once more, each run of your tongue as you sucked his cock his hand tightened in your hair. His muscles tensing under your hands but you didn’t do anything else.

Just kept a smooth pace, trying to tell yourself to go deeper. He was a lot, more then anyone else in your limited experience but you wanted this for him. He told you to make him cum, and you’d do that, no matter what. His head fell back the slightest as you begun to take him deeper. Your heart telling you to slow down, but you refused. He was covered in your saliva deep in your mouth and it made it easier to let him sink down your throat.

A hum left you in a satisfaction as a groan left Jon. Dropping his head back down with black eyes to watch, your bare frame, hands grasping gently at his hips as your eyes were closed sucking his cock as if you genuinely enjoyed it. The image was unbelievable, unlike a single thing he’d ever watched or seen when trying to imagine you before. There was something so debauched too about how innocent you currently looked. You had wanted to do this again, and he knew it, and as little as Jon wanted you to pleasure him more then he did you, part of Jon understood why so many men sought this out from women.

It wasn’t just the feeling of your hot mouth, it was the sight of your head bobbing up and down his cock without any show for it. You didn’t even think to attempt to make yourself look alluring about it, you sucked his cock over and over only because you truly wanted to do this for him. The order was just an excuse for you to drop to your knees. How long he wondered had you wanted this?

Jon had asked you questions like it before, but this one was more filthy. How recently, or worse, how many years had it been you’d hope Jon would let you get on your knees for him? Other men in your life would’ve taken advantage of you, made you do it. How often he wondered did you get through it by pretending it was him? But it wasn’t.

None of them would’ve treated you the way he was. His hand in your hair was tight but not forceful, and the closer he got the more he adored you.

A muffled strained sound almost like a gag each time you took his full length, nose brushing up against the black hair when your hands tightened. The rasp above you so strained as he said it, “You want help?” You couldn’t really nod, but you made a more whine against him. The hand tight in your hair shifted to keep a stronger hold, as he watched you. “Relax, darling.”

Slower then you had, did Jon begin moving you along his cock. In and out, he didn’t move, only making you take his length mimicking as if you were doing it. He’d press your face right up against him and listen to the sounds before dragging you almost all the way off. Not a second was spared for you in between the moment you’d reach one end, Jons hand would push your head as deep as he could in the other. Faster and faster the pace picked up too.

The wetness between your legs growing as was the warmth in your core burning all over again at the way your heart raced. Jon though, made a mistake, his eyes glancing back to the mirror and it was so much worse. That time, there was no mistake. He couldn’t see his length filling your mouth from the higher counter, but he could see his hand in your hair and how he guided you up and down his cock over and over at a faster pace. Faster even more now that he was watching this was. Obsessed with your eyes closed and how much you looked like you really had craved this.

Maybe he’d do this in the future. Anytime he would not let you cum for days or weeks on end. Instead of giving you an orgasm, he’d let you suck his cock and that would be your reward for being so good for him. You’d like that, and that was even worse. How much you’d thank him for giving you his cock instead of an orgasm.

Closer and closer he was, you felt him throb in your mouth. Trying to follow his pace, you sucked him even more as the hand in your hair grew rather tight. Jons voice a growl above you, “Come on, darling. I need you to take every drop, yeah?” You whined and he took that as a yes.

Shoving you all the way down, your face pressing against the coarse hair as he suddenly finished. Spilling so deep down your throat that the sounds of your muffled gags only made Jon feel as if he was cumming even more. Thick and hot spurts of his seed so deep down your throat that you had no choice but to try and swallow what he was feeding you. As if this was a treat beyond anything you’d get to eat again, the taste heavy but almost addicting.

You’d never feel the confidence to admit it, how much you had wanted to suck his cock again because you liked when he spilled down your throat this was, but it was the truth. And you never once even thought about moving off his cock until Jon was the one who finally pulled you off of him.

Your mouth gasping for air as saliva and a mixture of his seed were still visible in strands before snapping as you tried to get your heart back down. The feeling of his seed pooling in your stomach making you feel another wave of need.

Looking up brightly at him, his eyes were still dark, despite his heaving chest as he came down, and his cock still half hard despite how much he had just finished in your mouth. Running a thumb over your bottom lip, “Thats my girl.” You almost looked as if you were warm on the inside from the compliment, only making Jon grow hard again.

Gently, he guided you to stand. Pulling you in by your cheek to press his lips to yours. Biting down against your lips he slid his tongue into your mouth, a need to overwhelm you in everyday in that matter as his other hand yanked you close. Your hands wrapped up around the back of his beck and into his drying curls, his cock slipping between your legs, feeling how soaked you were. Biting down against your lip once more, he pulled away as they tinged at the feeling. His eyes dark as he tore them down your frame to where his cock toyed between your legs, then back up to your eyes. “We’re doing something new tonight, and I want you to let me, no matter how much I know you’re going to want to say no.”

Nodding, he shook his own head, making you promise out loud here and now. “I won’t stop you, I promise.” Leaning down his forehead rested against yours, now both hands against your hips. Muttering he didn’t make you promise that, but you were honest as your lips pressed sweetly to his cheek. “I know, but I’m promising anyways.”

Suddenly, Jon jerked you around towards the door, not even bothering to entertain covering you up with a towel. He knew no one was home yet without a doubt, and ignored your flustered call of his name at how he guided you bare into the hallway. “No one’s home, it’s alright.”

His room was warm, closing the door behind him and locked it. Jon kept you in front of him as you both stood there, one of his hands sliding backwards between your bodies, grasping a rough handful of your plush ass. The other following not so long after, you felt his head resting against the back of yours as he watched himself grope at your ass. The sting of how he’d pull you wide just to look before continuing his rough treatment. Stammering in the air at the feeling pooling again between your legs, “Is that what we’re-”

A growl left Jon as he pulled your ass wide again, “Don’t tempt me, I mean it.” Your heart felt fluttering at how serious he was. How much he sounded as if he truly wanted to fuck your ass and the instinct not to make it worse by promising how easily you’d let him as much as he wanted. You had a feeling he already knew that. Jon could choose to only fuck you ever again by shoving you onto your hands and knees, and roughly fucking your ass and you’d never complain about it. You’d take it over and over as much as he wanted.

Pushing you over to the bed, Jon held you to stop. Biting down at your ear as his warms wrapped around your front, sliding one hand down to run along your clit again. “I want to taste you, but we’re doing it my way.” You nodded, and Jon dragged his teeth down along your neck, rough bites and sucking down into the skin you knew deep marks would be left there in no time. “Good.”

He lay down first, guiding you up to straddle him. This wasn’t the usual position, but he did take you this way once or twice before as self conscious as the angle made you feel. But he was impatient, hands grabbing at you and guiding you up further, the moment it dawned on you what he was doing, Jon held you so tight in place you too felt the bruises forming. “Jon?”

His voice barley recognizable how deep it growled, “You promised me. My girl going to obey her promise?” You nodded, and so he only dragged you higher against his chest. Just as he had you hovering over his face, did Jon not give you the chance to do it yourself. He knew you wouldn’t. He could tell you that every single day from now on you couldn’t leave this room until you got on your knees for him and you’d do it, but you’d never presume to do this on your own. You didn’t yet understand this wasn’t just for you. This was for Jon too.

Instead, he dragged you down against his mouth without asking. Your hand flying up to grasp at the headboard to steady yourself, you cried out his name. Slightly confused, but his mouth was so warm against you. Sucking at your clit before running down and drinking deeply from your cunt, his hands holding you tightly against him you couldn’t move to give him air even if he wanted you too.

“Jon,” almost a question it came out as. The feeling of his mouth between your legs but from this kind of position, something you had never even heard of before. But he held you down with his immense strength against him as he drank from you with such a greed that you he must have wanted this a long time. Deeply his tongue could reach inside of you this way, and your cries echoed against the walls and back to both of your ears. Music it was to Jon as insecure as yours felt, but you couldn’t stop them.

That burning feeling returned again, twisting inside of your core like it was a metal being moved by force to wrap around something white hot. A star waiting in the sky to burst but by his order and no sooner, no matter how close it came to exploding. Trying to hold off, your nails dug into the wood of the headboard, almost coming close to letting splinters sink either into the skin or nails themselves but you couldn’t focus on that.

A feeling of lightheadedness followed the pleasure building as you finally spoke, but Jon never stopped tasting you, never even slowed down. Just grabbed at your hips with rougher handfuls closer to your ass as he increased his greed in how much your wetness gifted his taste buds. “Jon, I won’t be able to, please, I don’t want to disobey you.”

Groaning against you, that was when he reluctantly pulled away. Lifted you off of him, but Jon spared no time. Flipping you both around, your head lay back against the pillow as he hovered over you. Pressing his lips down to yours, you made a cry against his kiss, only to have him slide his tongue inside your mouth again. That time shamelessly sharing the taste you made him so addicted too, as your core burned and felt soaking wet between your own wetness and his saliva.

Pulling back, he cupped the back of your head as he now held more wider eyes looking down at you. Muttering your name, your hand one at his side, the other reaching up to run gentle your fingertips along his facial hair. Something despite the position, sat soft between you both as he looked down at you. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.” Leaving your hair as one hand kept him raised up, he let it slink down so his palm rested against your stomach. “This is our baby. I love you, and you love me. That’s all we need to get through this. I promise.”

Normally, Jon always made you promise. A habit made to get you to look after yourself, but this time, he promised you. That everything making you so scared of this wasn’t needed, it wouldn’t be true. You nodded, and he was much more gentle pressing his lips to yours. Pulling one leg up by your thigh to hitch up against his hip, you willingly let the other fall more open and spread wide against the sheets for him. He didn’t need to line up, he was at the perfect angle.

Slowly sinking deep inside of you, one smooth thrust with no resistance you were so soaking wet for him. It was soon, it was too soon. This relationship between you was still fresh and growing but Jon never wanted you to think you’d ever made him want to leave. You were terrified of scaring him away, but the moment Jon even slightly begun to pull out of your soaking, warm walls, he slid right back as deep as he could because that was as far away as he was willing to go.

Pushing himself more up by the palm, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck, Jon didn’t even slightly try to pick up the pace. Just watching your eyes, bright and so needing on him as you trusted he was going the pace you both needed. Each time his cock dragging against a sensitive wall inside of you.

You could barley follow his pace, he was going too slow to even have a pace to keep up with. Just barley letting his cock leave you before filling you again, only ever getting slightly better at pulling more out of you each time but it was nothing even close to fast. Your heart felt as full as his cock was inside of you, how much you wished things could be better, but how even though they weren’t he still wasn’t leaving.

You were so scared of him having a bad reaction you never even considered that what if like you, he wanted this too. But he did, he had wanted it longer then you had and suddenly did you raise your head up to meet his lips with yours. Just as slow but deep he also kissed you, no longer even what could he called thrusting, more like a gentle grinding as Jon lowered his body to rest against yours. Reaching for one of your hands by his hair, and raising it up to rest against the pillow beside your head.

Fingers intertwining together, he rolled his lips into yours again and again, not even sounds being made aside from how obvious it was his cock was sinking inside your soaked cunt. He didn’t need to leave your kiss to say it again for you to feel his intention. He wanted to promise you again, it would be alright. You two would figure it out together.

Even now, you the firstborn daughter of an old family from a once highborn nobility, and he a bastard from a family much the same fin the passed. Unmarried and now pregnant, but these weren’t those days. The pressure was on you, on your mind, on your insecurities, not him or his life. You were together and there was no one hating that, and the only ones who might had nothing to do with either of your lives at this point.

They didn’t matter, only you two right now mattered. For everything you felt afraid of and still did, Jon didn’t. He felt confident for you both, and no matter what would happen to you and your life in the worst coming ways you knew, Jon wouldn’t leave, and thats all you could ask for.

That time, when you came close to your orgasm, Jon didn’t stop you. He didn’t hold back or change pace. Just gently let his cock slide in and out of your cunt as he kissed you, and his hands intertwined with yours. He silently let you cum, and he filled you more and more not long after. Only, he didn’t stop. As if he could get you pregnant again right here, Jon pulled every single orgasm he could out of you as long as he still had seed to spill deep inside of you.

Maybe there wasn’t much hope, but it was something.

It was late enough as Jon very carefully pulled himself up from bed. Always watching with eyes like a hawk that you wouldn’t wake up on him, not wishing to disturb your sleep. Especially now. For a moment he hadn’t even gotten up, he just watched you. The love of his life, the girl he had been so deeply in love with the moment he laid eyes on you.

He couldn’t imagine a world where he’d reject you. Not want this with you. The heartbreaking fact that you had been so scared he didn’t want this, that you started to cry the moment you realized he had found the pregnancy test and results. That you had been so scared you were willing to go against what you wanted, and drink moontea either without him knowing or at his order just to try and keep him. But he’d wanted this for a long time. Longer then Tormund had put it into his head, but thats when it exploded.

That was when Jons head went into overdrive. And even moreso, he had everything prepared too. He had thought long in the future, but it was now. The now he wanted was here and it was a pure accident. Or, so Jon thought. His thumb running along your cheek as you slept, he thought maybe this accident was on purpose. Not by you nor him, but the old gods giving Jon a chance at a life he always wanted, always tried asking for without the bravery to put it into words.

You just so happened to forget your birth control on the night he fucked you after Dickon Tarly’s wedding. The one where he didn’t even let you cum because he needed some control over his thoughts and the darkest wouldn’t slip out if he controlled that. And you let him.

He hadn’t let you cum that night, nor the next, nor even before he went north again. The last night he made you cum, was when he truly put a baby in you, and the next night he made you cum was tonight, the night he found out you were indeed pregnant. It all was looking like pieces fitting together for the first time in his life. But Jon had one more thing to get. Or two. Looking at the time, if he left now, he could get there and back in two hours at most and you’d still be fast asleep and not know he was gone.

Dragging on his jeans, Jon threw a shirt before turning back. Leaning down, through the fur atop his bed his hand sought our your stomach. A tiny press just to let the little one know he was there, as the other ran along your hair at the top of your head before leaving a kiss to your forehead. There and back and he wouldn’t even have to worry you he was gone.

The brothers on night duty were beyond baffled. Rarely did Jon show up in the middle of the night, and never before had they never seen him out of uniform. His hair haphazardly thrown back to keep it out of his face too, he didn’t look the put together he always did here. Grenn was sitting up on one of the desks by the other side of the room where his desk was, chatting with Dareon before noticing him. “Jon?” Hopping down he was as confused as he was amused looking at his state, “What in seven hells are you doing here? Thought you hated night duty.”

Rounding over to his desk, Jon pulled the key out he used to keep everything in his top drawer safe when he wasn’t there, now that something very valuable and which cost a significant amount of gold to buy couldn’t be lost. “I’m just picking something up.”

His head shot up though at Grenns words, “Oh you mean the engagement ring we’ve all pretended not to know you’re hiding here?” A laugh as he patted Jon on the arm, leaning against Sams desk next to Jons. “We all know. Everyone here knows you’ve been keeping it a secret.” Jons brows narrowed at how, only for Grenn to relent right away. “Sam told Edd, Edd mentioned it to Hobb-”

Sighing as his head dropped, he hissed out. “Now everyone knows.” No use trying to be subtle, Jon unlocked the drawer, grabbing the ring and putting it in his pocket. He could read the question on Grenns face, “She doesn’t care if it’s in a box or anything. The ring’s the only thing that matters.”

Standing back up, Jon let his hands brace against the back of his chair, legs bent backwards a bit as if to stretch just the slightest from the nerves. That time Grenn was genuinely just curious. “Why the rush to grab it now? It’s the middle of the night.” Jon didn’t answer, only a small glance to the side at him before looking away, the guilt right on his face that he wasn’t going to be able to hide this one. “She’s not...” Jon closed his eyes, and nodded yes. Grenn would realize it even if he denied it, he wasn’t an idiot. “Gods be good, your girls pregnant?”

Nodding again, Jon pushed up about to tell him to keep his voice down, but leave it to his brothers when the Lord Commander nor Ser Alliser were around to be rowdy. All surrounding him asking the same news, and it was out. There was no stopping it now, all he could do was ask them not to tell anyone yet, that his family didn’t know and he didn’t want them finding out because one of them opened their mouths.

Already he was going to have to have a talk with Sam about keeping secrets.

It took longer then he thought to even get out of there, all of them congratulating him trying to get him to stay and at least celebrate but he needed to get back to you before you woke up and thought he left you. He did, but you’d worry it meant something far more horrible then he ever wanted. But, the house wasn’t completely dark when he got back. And he knew he wasn’t getting inside to you just yet.

Back resting against the small front porch, arms crossed over his chest with a single outside light on to signify he was even there waiting, Jon very slowly got out of the car, slinging a bag over his shoulder, carrying the plush he was also going to suprise you with, two gifts in one go. But, he wasn’t getting through that door in silence.

In Robbs head, he had more then enough red flags going off that on any other man, he’d have never let him get this far. But he only gave that grace because it was his own brother, but this was a step too far. You begged it was an accident, and he believed you without a doubt. You would never do that on purpose, but Jon? Robb no longer was so sure that Jon hadn’t done this on purpose, and one way or another here and now, he was going to get an answer.

“You better have a good reason to convince me why this is all just a complete coincidence, Snow.”

[fantasydreamland]

Welcome to my little dreamland 🏰

This blog is 18+ only !!!

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Here to share the fantasy worlds I love & write a little smut. There’s simply not enough wlw fanfics. I’m bi so I love to share all my fictional crushes 🤍

Thank you everyone for all the support so far! Y’all inspire me to keep writing 🤍 I had planned on only writing the ONE Margaery fic & now here we are lol

My stories:

GAME OF THRONES

Lonely Nights - Khaleesi 🤍🔥⭐️🌈

Queen in the North - Sansa Stark 🤍🔥🌈

Handmaiden - Margaery Tyrell 🤍🔥⭐️🌈

Gossip - Margaery Tyrell 🔥🌈 (sequel)

Secret Admirer - Margaery Tyrell 🌈

My Saviour - Jon Snow 🤍🔥⭐️

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Unspoken Love - Rhaenyra x Alicent 🔥🌈

Fun Wife - Aegon Targaryen 🤍🔥⭐️

Betrothed - Cregan Stark/Aemond Targaryen 🤍🔥⭐️

Mine - Aemond Targaryen 🔥 (sequel)

Name Day Gift - Aegon Targaryen - Sequel to “Fun Wife” (COMING)

VIKINGS

Answered Prayers - Ragnar Lothbrok 🤍🔥

How the Viking men would look at you after inviting them to your bed 💋

Touch of a Goddess - Ivar Ragnarsson (COMING)

Unholy Waters - Athelstan (COMING)

VIKINGS VALHALLA

New Friend - Leif Eriksson 🤍

LORD OF THE RINGS

Angel - Arwen Undómiel 🤍🌈

Sorceress - Legolas Greenleaf 🤍🔥

HARRY POTTER

Restricted Section - Draco Malfoy 🤍🔥

EMILY IN PARIS

La Vie En Rose - Camille Razat 🤍🌈

OUTER BANKS

How I imagine kissing Sarah Cameron 💋🌈

How I imagine kissing the Outer Banks boys 💋

Outer Banks boys ~ Kinks 💋🔥

🤍 = personal fav 🔥 = extra smut ⭐️ = popular 💋 = blurb 🌈 = wlw

they all have a little fluff & smut

(always open to requests - any shows/movies listed in the hashtags - I don’t write modern au)

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[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (X): Long Live.

Imagine you are transported to the past… instants before the legendary battle between Aemond and his uncle Daemon Targaryen occurs. What will you do? Part I.

Warnings: drama, angst, smut—fluff; loosely based on “Outlander”.

Warnings 2: alternative universe concerning the end of “GOT”’s season 8 where Daenerys lives and Jon Snow never killed her, with a more modern take.

Warnings 3: long post.

***

• Current days.

With the war coming to an end and the recent coronation of Queen Daenerys, your life has finally returned to what it used to be… before the threat of the Others, when you were forced to flee from Winterfell to go down South and live with your uncle and aunt all the whilst the rest of your family decided to move to Sunspear, in Dorne.

You start a new life at King’s Landing, taking a course at the Westerosi University, making new friends and even finding a few dates for yourself.

“We should definitely head to Aegon’s Hill”, your friend Margaery says. “There’s a very mystical place, abandoned after the Usurper fell”, she adds in reference to Cersei Lannister’s death by treason.

You hesitate, but what’s there to lose? Security has been restored thanks to the joint efforts of Queen Daenerys and her King Consort, Jaehaerys II after years of civil war plus the madness coming from the north.

“We should celebrate there”, another friend named Lyna adds.

And that is how it all begins. But who could tell what was going to happen?

*

In the first hours of the morning next you, already dressed in red, black stripes pants and a white, winter like blouse, get your fundamental things in your backpack with an adventure feeling you cannot get rid off.

“And here we go”, you mumble to yourself after getting some coffee.

You hear the sound of a “beeeee”, and you know it’s Margery on the car. You wave a quick goodbye from your aunt and uncle before dropping into it.

“Don’t get yourself too late at home!”, you hear your aunt yelling over her shoulder.

You laugh quietly before yelling back:

“When have I ever failed you?”

And so you are driven all the way to Aegon’s hill, singing a random song seconded by your girl friends.

“I feel so excited about going there”, you, usually the quiet one, find yourself chatty this morning. Is the coffee the cause of it? Maybe. “I was reading about it and rumour has it there are a few enchantments surrounding the stone blocks that remain still.”

“You can’t honestly believe this shit”, Lyna reclines back the backseat and gives you a look. “It’s all mythical. Stories tell us that that hill received the Conqueror’s name because that was where he flew with the great Balerion.”

“But before his arrival there used to be the spot of ancient religions that turned such spot one very meaningful for their practices and all. Aegon himself kept it, aware of its importance”, you honestly don’t know what’s with you, but part of you likes the mysterious aura that place has.

“There is also a legend dated from the days of the Blackfyre rebellion that if you are not careful enough you can be tossed into the past”, says Margaery.

“How past that is, one wonders”, Lyna muses, eventually taking in the idea.

“That depends. The three eyed crow could tell… but it’s been said the man was killed by the Night King.”

You tilt your head as if pondering what the girls are talking about.

“I still can’t believe he died during the war”, you muse out loud.

“He sacrificed for the realm. Apparently he always knew that.”

No one dares to say anything. The Great War is still a sensitive topic to many and your group isn’t an exception to it. Eventually, however, you manage to get to the hill.

It’s large and surrounded by very ancient stones indeed. The beauty in its mysticism makes all the more alluring to you. Something so captivating calls you and, distracted, as if you have been hypnotized, you attend it.

In baby steps you walk, ignoring the bubbling of your friends. A soft hymn, as if played by a harp, is heard.

“Do you hear this, girls?”, you turn at them, missing the mist that rises from nowhere.

But they seem unable to hear you. You try to reach them, especially when the sound of an earthquake scares the hell out of you. You grip tightly the stone, or try to, but it’s when everything spins and you scream.

When your friends turn at you, you are no longer there.

***

• Days of War

I said remember this moment in the back of my mind. The time we stood with our shaking hands. The crowds in stands went wild…

A thunder scratches through the black clouds, roaring it violently. It only announces bad omens. Men paint the soil with their blood in red all the whilst dragons rip skies in cursed fighting.

As it starts to rain, Aemond Targaryen prepares to fight his bitter enemy, confident that he will bring victory to his side. Rhaenyra has been suffering with many losses, betrayals, no one believes her cause anymore.

Dressed in dark green leather, he doesn’t mind the rain that soaks his long silver hair. A twisted, evil smirk is seen as he rests his hand over his sword sheath.

“And here we go, Vhagar”, he mumbles when climbing Aegon’s hill where his dragon, the legendary beast that followed Balerion and Meraxes in the conquest of Westeros many moons ago, awaits.

But it’s precisely when seeing Vhagar agitated and spitting fire that has Aemond startled. What could be the cause of its state? He is ready to run to it when he sees… you.

A scared woman in what he judges to be in her mid 20’s has just tumbled before him. Dressing in strange clothes, your hair is soaked and you shake. You are bloody scared, he can tell, and in other circumstances he’d shoo you away.

However, you not only possess strange objects he’d never seen, but something else that captures his attention. And when you see who’s the man that stands right before you… you remember your history lessons.

And you scream.

Right before you pass out.

“What the fuck?”, Aemond breathes heavily, wide eyed gazing at you. Part of him tells to leave you there, but another cannot. Curiosity takes the best so he forgets the battle for now and carries you with him. “Vhagar, it appears we are delaying the freaking encounter this day. For now.”

Not in the best of the moods, he is, however, intrigued by you. As he flies with you to his secretive spot—away from Alys, he keeps it in mind—, he wonders about your whereabouts and why you dress such unusual clothing. And what’s this object you carry behind your back? A product of witchcraft perhaps?

He narrows his eyes, suspiciously so. But in the midst of this long term war, one thing is for sure: you have brought him back the inquisitiveness that he’s long lost…

***

When you open your eyes, it takes you a few minutes to realize where you are… and when realizing that your clothes are changed, you are forced to acknowledge that whatever happened the day before was not a dream.

You begin to panic when you see your surroundings. You are in a large, comfortable bed with lamb skin made blankets over your frame. The furniture is not as modern as the one your aunt has in her household.

You swallow hard, scanning still your eyes s modest desk, and a simple window. All of this makes you miss the discreet presence of Lord Aemond, who’d been watching you from the side of the chamber you haven’t noticed yet.

“I wonder the cause behind your astonishment”, his husky voice breaks the silence in such a powerful way that you nearly jump out of the bed, which makes the prince amused.

Never before had you stood a royal before, even if this man is not the kindest of his station. You force yourself to remember your history lessons and behave in the most natural way possible.

Therefore you stand and dip into what you judge a careful curtsy. Aemond’s eyebrows are raised, arms folded. But he is no fool.

“You are not from here”, he continues. “Who are you? A very weird spy sent by my dear sister to distract me?”

In other circumstances you’d have laughed out loud. But you are too frightened to do that. Aemond sees you are shaking, a clear sign of fear.

“Well? Has the cat eaten your tongue, my lady?”, he sighs heavily, not the most patient of men.

“I… No, lord. I am not”, never before you’ve been thankful for learning the ways of nobility, aware few of the etiquette has altered in the course of centuries. “I… I am not your sister’s partisan.”

Aemond can tell you speak the truth, but he approaches you, shortening the distance between you two. Then he shows you your backpack and all the things there are still inside.

“What are these then? Are you a witch, lady? Has my sister bought you so you could use such witchcraft against us, against me?”

Part of you finds ridiculous how this is going. Another is trying not to laugh at the face of danger. The reasonable self there is still in you prevails by masking your sentiments, reminding that you need to conquer this man’s trust if you want to go back home.

“If I tell you, lord, you will not believe me”, you opt for the truth. If the prince has long decided to burn you, then what does it matter?

Aemond is surprised by the moment you lift your eyes. Something about your gaze shakes his heart, as if bringing the tempest within. He ignores the shiver that now runs over his spine.

“Try me”, he commmands you to.

“I must have your word that you shall not burn me.”

The prince side smirks at you.

“Do I have the reputation of slaying ladies or sending them to death? Believe me, my lady, my mistress has been associated with dark magic and here I stand.”

Without thinking twice, though, the following words roll out of your tongue:

“But you are renowned as the kinslayer. That speaks for itself.” It’s only then you know you’ve angered the prince. Shit. “I’m sorry, lord.”

“You are my prisoner”, Aemond snaps back at you. “Bear in mind you need my favour if you have any love for your life.”

Your eyes are puddled with tears. Once too proud, you slide to your knees and beg him for your life.

“Lord, I’ve been a victim of witchcraft. I’ve been casted here, that is the truth and only truth. I come from the future and there is where I belong. I’ve never meant to stay in your way. I beg you to spare me, we have no cause for otherwise.”

Aemond’s good eye is slightly wide. He can tell, being a good observer, that you are not lying even if his reason cannot conceive it. On the other hand, what surprises him more is the way you are begging him. He’d taken you as a proud woman. The scene now disconcerts him.

“I must depart. I am needed and…”

You know you should not meddle in the past, aware of the consequences. This is a bad reputed prince, the chronicles helped making you dislike him greatly. However, you depend on him in going back to Aegon’s Hill. Therefore…

“Don’t go. You will die.”

Aemond’s eyebrows raise epically.

“What? Listen to me, young lady. Whomever you may be, sent by my sister or not, you shall better hold your tongue.”

Oh this couldn’t go any worse, could it? You sigh heavily.

“And then what? I need you, lord, to find my way back home. If you die today, I’ll be stuck in here for good.”

“Perhaps then I should have left you to Alys.”

“No!”, something about your cry scares the untamed prince. “Lord, please. I…”

A moment of silence. Neither could believe in what is going right before their eyes. You, stuck in the middle of another war; him, in the presence of what he judges to be a product of witchcraft.

“How should I address my lady?” Aemond opts to begin again.

And when you soften, so does he.

“Y/N, lord.”

“Y/N, I am Aemond Targaryen. Looks like there’s so much to catch on…”

To change the fate of Westeros, he stays.

***

The night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same. You held your head like a hero on a history book page. It was the end of a decade, but the start of an age.

Aemond’s good eye studies you as you eat like you haven’t been fed for ages. Your hair is still hanging lose behind your back and you are still wearing a pair of delicate earrings he’d never seen before, but all else makes you look like a woman of his own times.

“So the enchantments of Aegon’s Hill are true”, he muses, breaking the silence as he takes a sip of his wine.

“They are, lord.”

“But never heard of a case where they had… succeeded, in fact.” He tilts his head. “What proof can you give me you are actually from there?”

“My objects aren’t proof enough?”

This silences the prince for now.

“I do not think wise to meddle in these events”, you say in turn. “Lord knows what that’d be like for my own days.”

Aemond is intrigued as he watches you pale. Then curiosity knocks his pride out.

“What’s like? The future?”

You wonder if you should tell him. As if he reads you, Aemond adds:

“Eventually I die. I am not asking you how. But your days, lady, I want to know. How better are they from mine?”

Sadness sparks behind your y/c eyes, a sight that inspires sympathy on him.

“Worse, I dare say. I was first raised in a long civil war. And then… another came, worse still. I really have no words to put it.”

“I cannot conceive a war worst than civil war”, says Aemond. “But another civil war bled Westeros?”

“Yes”, you try not to speak too much.

“Fuck”, Aemond grumbles under his breath. “All of this… for nothing?”

Not knowing what to say, you choose silence. And not knowing how to react, Aemond breathes in frustration. He decides to leave you.

And you end up that evening alone. But early next morning, Aemond, too intrigued with your presence to remember to fight his enemies, paces anxiously around the castle. He must know, he needs to know. And when waiting becomes unbearable, you show up.

Dressed in a blue velvet gown, you look properly like a lady of these times even though you cannot mask well your discomfort. Aemond’s own thoughts disappear before the sight of you, feeling so lost, so… out of place.

“My lady”, he doesn’t admit how taken aback he is by your beauty. “I pray you have slept better this night.”

“Not really, I’m afraid”, and your red eyes are a clear sign of how you actually spent your night. Aemond frowns at that, preoccupied. “I shall make my mission taking you home… after the battle that awaits me.”

You should not care, but you feel disconcerted by his presence. The way he looks at you says all.

“I cannot convince you otherwise”, you sigh. “Can you at least leave me at Aegon’s Hill, though?”

A request that defies your sanity, you know well. One that poses your boldly despair very clear. But you are now a survivor struggling to live in such a strange world.

However, Aemond is not willing to let go easily of you. Inspired by mixed feelings, he says:

“You are my prisoner now, remember? I shall keep your secret”, he approaches you slow, shortening the distance between the two of you. “Just tell me how to beat my uncle, how to win this war.”

“Oh Lords”, you find support in the wall. “What kind of question is that? In one moment you…”

“Just tell me!”, Aemond cuts you, rather impatiently.

“I cannot! Lord, if I do, the world I know my disappear.”

He realizes the dilemma you are. Confused by all of this mess, Aemond hesitates.

“Just stay here until I come back.”

Without waiting for any response, there he leaves you, but not to fight Daemon Targaryen. Not now. And you weep because this is all you can do for now.

***

You try to leave the castle, disguised as a peasant, but your plan comes to fail when Aemond comes back and from above, he spots a strange figure running through the woods.

Now here you are, a prisoner again. This time the prince is in a better mood.

“You are really trying to get away of me. In other circumstances, I’d be mad at you for this bluntness”, he muses, offering you wine as you sit in front of the fireplace.

You shoot him a glare, not saying anything.

“What am I to you but a toy so you can play?” Desperation hits a different tone and before you know you burst into tears, swiping away his mug smirk.

After a while, Aemond comes to his senses. He reluctantly takes your hand and when both of you see fingers intertwining, a different heat seems to rise.

“I lament profoundly to cause you pain, lady Y/N”, says he. “But this is who I am. Shouldn’t you know that?”

“I believed in other men’s judgement where you are concerned, but now…”

“Now what?”, he asks, somewhat anxious.

“Now I know in the hard way we should be better than be led by prejudices.”

Aemond leans back in his chair, thoughtful. You realize he doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Wise words, lady Y/N.” And then he muses. “I died, didn’t I? We lost this war, didn’t we?”

You avoid his gaze, opting for silence. But your silence screams unspoken words that reach the Prince’s heart. And he sighs, in between melancholy and resignation.

***

The following days you are not entitled as the lord Aemond’s prisoner any longer. Showing some colours in the horizon, hope stands as he presents you as the illegitimate daughter of some nobleman loyal to the green house who’d been deceased in the previous battles.

With a more convincing background, you are better instructed by maids of his trust in the manners of the times. Soon, you are offered a place to serve Queen Helaena.

It’s when you remember that droll tragedy.

“Oh no!”

Aemond raises his eye at you.

“What makes you deny this privilege any lady would kill to earn?”

You blush.

“I mean to say…”, you struggle with words, “I am unfit for such a position.”

“Allow me to disagree with you”, Aemond smiles and suddenly the view pleases your heart very much. “There shall be a ball on behalf of my sister’s birthday this weekend.”

“Will we dance?”, you blurt it out before you realize.

Aemond’s cheeks go pink at your spontaneity.

“Dance, you say”, he muses thoughtfully. “I am no dancer, my lady.”

“We are performers in life. Therefore anyone can be a dancer.”

“Quite a wit you possess”, says he in reluctant admittance. “Very well. If it pleases my lady…”

One smile is enough to turn tables.

“It does.”

And a new fate is sealed.

***

“It doesn’t feel like you are an outsider”, so mumbles Aemond to you alone as you two dance amidst courtiers.

It’s a sweet melody, cheerful somewhat in its beat, certainly bringing many presents a smile on their faces. The Dowager Queen looks pleased and delighted, entertained by her twins. One look at them and you are remembered by the upcoming events.

Oh, the burden of knowing too much. You swallow the bitter thought as you dance with the rogue prince. Earlier the Queen, who had welcomed you in the merriest of the moods, had said no one but a traveler could bring a man as her brother to dance. Her remark, not taken seriously by many, did manage to leave you uncomfortable. After all, you forgot that she had the Targaryen ability of possessing dreams.

“How come?”, you inquire, and it doesn’t take long before your gaze meets his.

He doesn’t strike you as the villain.

“You fit here just fine”, Aemond whispers in response.

As you twirl, hands barely touching his, you feel you are about to fall right into the trap.

“Do you think so?” And then you flash him a mischievous smirk. “Who’d ever thought we could get along?”

“Who, indeed?”

And then the dance comes to an end. Aemond takes your hand and bows, as you curtsy. But when he presses his lips against your skin, your heart races.

It appears you found your hero, after all.

***

Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you. I was screaming, "Long live all the magic we made” and bring on all the pretenders. One day we will be remembered…

It’s late night. Aemond’s thoughts are only on the strange woman who was tossed out of time and space to go straight to the core of the civil war that will be known in posterity as dance of dragons.

He’s been so captivated that he’s long forsaken Mistress Rivers and his obsession in defeating his sworn enemy, his own uncle Daemon Targaryen. Therefore he decides to go after you. Covered by the shadows of night with only the guidance of faint candlelights, he soon finds your bedchambers.

There is hesitation at first. His own thoughts are confused, his heart hammers in silent agony. There is half hope, half atonement in his heart beat.

Nevertheless, he came too far to stop now. So he knocks at long last.

There is no answer at first. And then…

“My lord Aemond”, you are surprised to find him on the other side of the door. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Despite the admonishment in your words, he can tell there is amusement in your eyes.

“Aye. But I couldn’t find myself able to sleep. And neither could you.”

A faint blush paints your cheeks, earning him his typical smirk.

“I wonder if the same thought has been the cause of our restless nights”, he begins, eyeing you up and down, much to your discomfort.

Dressed in your long white nightgown with your hair down in your back, you look as ethereal as your background. There is beauty, but there is also something unknown in your aura. There is a connection between you two.

And you, on the other hand, are more than familiar with the rules of those days you are now inserted. However, are you able to resist this man?

You wait, though. Maybe you’ve figured this out in the wrong way?

“Your silence mortifies me, lady”, Aemond sighs impatiently. “Is this not evidence enough of how I came to love you?”

Your eyes go wide and you almost drop the candle you’ve been holding.

“Aemond… I am hardly the most appropriate woman for you.”

“Titles and lands are nothing for me”, he responds anxiously.

It’s when he takes your free hand into his, locking fingers at last. To feel his warm skin against yours, colder by comparison, gives goosebumps and small shocks as a result. You fear that you are about to lose your control.

“Aemond…”

He steps forward, saying nothing until he closes the door behind him and puts the candle somewhere safe. Only then he holds you against him and finally kisses you like you’ve never been kissed.

And indeed you have never experienced the firm grasp of a man, the decisions of one confident who knows what he wants. You could have never imagined that one of the kind exists and could desire you this much.

Worse perhaps is to discover how long you’ve been dreaming about this. As his lips clash into yours, your morals die unheard. You let him reclaim you, shuddering under his intense grip, his burning touch.

Before you could do anything, though, Aemond lies you on your bed, lifting your skirts to your waist and then…

“Oh, Lord!”, you whimper out loud. “Aemond…!”

This is certainly the best experience you’ve had. And so easily your legs get heavy, that heat comes down your belly and you… burn.

You want to pull him over you, but the messy prince flashes you a side smirk, dropping by your side.

“Do you honestly believe I shall deflower my lady in a most ungallant manner?”, he chuckles as he watches you frown in frustration.

You raise your eyebrows. You hesitate in whether telling him about your previous experiences. Unwise it may be to be honest, but worse is to ignore your conscience’s voice.

“My prince, as much as I appreciate your kindness and respect to me…”

He furrows his eyebrows.

“In my days these matters have changed significantly”, and then you are quick to add. “It doesn’t mean I’ve had plenty of others, though.”

You give up justifying yourself when you watch Aemond struggle with comprehending your point. Eventually, however, he cedes the battle and says:

“I am not an example of morality, I suppose. Even so I stand what I said.”

Your face lightens up.

“You cannot honestly mean…”

“…that I intend to espouse you?”, Aemond scoffs. “Of course I do. It’s a better way to protect you, by the way. These are trying times, my lady.”

That being said, you cuddle onto him, forgetting completely there is a bloody civil war outside and that you are not studying the period anymore, but living it at its fullest.

***

It is often remarked how to achieve peace one must be prepared for war. And in war, few are familiar with good sense.

Whatever are your thoughts about it, your first taste of tragedy comes in the form of revenge. You are just going back from a stroll outdoors at the gardens when screams get at you.

As you rush to the indoors, you are prevented by Aemond.

“You should be better left out of this. Let me resolve it.”

“No”, you protest. “Aemond, I…”

But he isn’t listening. He leaves you there, as if you are a ghost haunting the castle. Your eyes start to get teary as you realize what part all of this is about.

You cover your ears as the screams continue endlessly, echoing in a kind of pain that you’ve been familiar once. The sounds awake old traumas, opening wounds long thought to be healed.

You can’t stay in there. Useless you feel, therefore you motion outdoors. All you do is walk. Perhaps this is the better time to go to Aegon’s Hill. You want to go home, you don’t want to spend any more time there…

However, once you do, you are prevented from doing so by Aemond. The rogue prince, paled with angst, is perplexed at the thought of you gone. Despaired, he comes after you, thankfully not needing to reach Vhagar for that purpose.

“I cannot stay here”, you tell him, body shaking in evident signs of trauma. “Please, take me home.”

“Y/N…”

“Please! I don’t belong here, Aemond!”

“Yes, you do. You belong with me”, he cups your cheeks and then reading your eyes, he denudes your soul, almost if by chance he has a glimpse of the future through you. “Whatever happened there… and whatever happened here are not who you are. Listen to me, Y/N. It’s you and I against the world. I am honestly sorry these are the circumstances we are now in, but we must be brave.”

There are so many words but none leaves your mouth. Aemond embraces you, rocking you in his arms.

“You already knew what was going to happen”, he is not asking a question. “But this is not the reaction one might’ve expected. You are also a survivor… of war. Bloody seven hells, Y/N. I’m very sorry, my lady.”

You melt in his embrace, sobbing as the nightmare of leaving everything behind in the midst of panic and fear strikes you again. You’ve never seen yourself as a survivor, until now.

“Come inside”, he asks you gently. “Don’t go now. Please.”

Never before he was seen vulnerable, but then again so are you. It had been a while since your wounds were so crudely open, left to bleed in such a painful manner. You’d think you overcame it, but not entirely as you’d like to believe.

Here you are, however, comforted by this character whom you were taught to hate all thanks to the chroniclers that registered his bad deeds. Although he may have done such, and you won’t find excuse for his bad reputation, he’s so much more than that, than words written by thirds.

He’s your prince. He’s your hero and you shall not think anymore of it.

***

After these dark days are gone, sun rises in paradise again. Aemond invites you to fly Vhagar with him.

The decision comes after Rhaenyra and her husband Daemon are put off the show for now. The greens hold victory for now, and even you forget the upcoming events.

“I cannot fly her!”, you shake at the thought. “Do you want to see me dead?”

Aemond laughs heartily and the sound of it melts your heart and soothes your mind. He twirls you around him before holding you against his chest.

“Do you trust in me so little that I’d let you slip so easily?”

You giggle.

“I am just not a brave woman you might expect me to be”, so you say, drowning in that good purple eye.

“Oh, dearest. You are a lot braver than you’d judge.”

Saying so, he kisses you on the lips, and you save his taste as you gladly return it.

I said remember this feeling. I passed the pictures around of all the years that we stood there on the sidelines wishing for right now. We are the kings and the queens. You traded your baseball cap for a crown

You cast him a long loving glance as the prince holds your hand, giving you side smirk before leading the way to Vhagar. This ancient beast, a companion to the Westerosi conquest two other Valyrian dragons, seems to read you the moment your gazes meet.

A sight too frightening to behold, one you’ve seen before the moment you were tossed in this time and space. You recollect the fear that shook your bones and froze your reason and this seems to happen again.

“Don’t be afraid. She knows you are with me”, says Aemond in a nonchalant manner.

You nod your head, but Aemond feels your body shaking. He gently pulls you against him and in a matter of seconds you are suddenly mounting that legendary creature.

“Holy cow!”, you scream.

The silver haired prince laughs quietly, before whispering the words in Valyrian to Vhagar start to fly.

“Calm down, love. Don’t be fearful, it’s worse if you do.”

“I am no dragon rider, Aemond”, you snap at him, eyes going wide as Vhagar begins to rise higher, flying in an incredible speed—fast enough according to your judgement and lack of experience where dragons are concerned, not entirely fast when comparing Vhagar to younger dragons like Caraxes, for example.

But all Aemond does is laugh away your fears. He takes your hands, holding them as he shows he’s commanding the situation. Despite your fears, the adrenaline comes at it and so suddenly you are flying higher than getting an airplane to Dorne.

“AEMOND!”

The silver haired finds adorable the way you trust him, holding onto him as if your life depends on him. But he knows you are overcoming a fear of heights and this only grows his admiration of you.

Eventually though, as if Vhagar is sensing your fear, she slows down and only then she settles in a pace that doesn’t fight you. It’s when you risk patting her back, stroking your delicate fingers over the asperity of the creature’s skin.

“Remember this feeling”, he whispers in your ear. “This is what freedom is like. This is what it means to never let anyone hold the reins of your life.”

“I see the lights of Westeros shining for us”, you don’t even know what you are thinking, but these words seem to make sense for you.

“They are”, Aemond spots the fire pits in towers where orange flames wipe away the fog that instaure that evening. “But you shine the brighter, my dear.”

You blush violently at his words. Never before you felt so loved and understood. Slightly turning your head, and locking gazes with him, you tell this silver haired prince open words regarding your heart.

“I love you, Aemond. Truthfully, I do. I only shine brighter because of you.”

His wide gaze shows no emotion, perhaps skeptical about the genuine feeling you put in them. But Aemond knows you are sincere and this moves him more than he admits.

Locking his arms around you, he kisses you before saying:

“I love you.”

And this is enough for you.

***

You are married in secrecy to a man whom history despises being the kinslayed. His vices are listed perpetually in dust parchments, used as propaganda to disperse any honesty there might’ve colored the shades of the green party that ruled Westeros for a short period of time.

But you see his virtues that no chronicler bothered to see and those overcome the former in a colorful prism of human being.

Daeron Targaryen, his younger brother, is the only witness of the ceremony.

“Welcome to the family, my lady Y/N. In other circumstances, this would be a merry and most favorable occasion.”

“My brother, this matters little. I appreciate the warm wishes, though, and I bet better days are about to come.”

Aemond is pleased to see how well you and his family get along. When one lives history, easily it is to forget it. And so it goes.

When you are taken to his privy chambers, who’d think this was when history is about to change?

“You look so beautiful. Astonishingly so.”

“You make sparks fly”, you smile at him, taken by handsomeness, hands stroking his long silver hair before holding his face. “I adore you, my prince.”

It starts slowly. Your tongue pairs perfectly with his, in one same passionate rhythm. Only then impatience rises when the heat begins to burn.

Your hands start to undress him, automatically moving down to his leather pants.

“Let me show you my devotion”, you break the kiss to whisper in his ear.

Aemond hisses under his breath, eyes closed as he already reacts to your caresses. Your lips leave traces of warm kisses from his neck to his shoulders, going down to his belly and then… you kneel to say your prayers.

*

But he is now devouring you like a hungry man, starving for your soul. His lips on your nipples do wonderfulness. You roll your eyes, moaning softly as your hands play with his hair.

When his skillful fingers find way to your core, you know you are lost. Aemond smirks at how loud you can be, this arousing him further.

“Hmm, my darling”, he raises to meet your mouth, clashing it in a fervent kiss, therefore muffling your lustful cries.

And right as you come undone, he doesn’t wait any longer. Sliding right inside you, you open your eyes, somewhat pleasantly surprised by his intensity.

“Aemond!”

He could not tell whether you are moaning or complaining.

“Yes?”, he groans as starts to move inside you.

“You… are… so… fucking good!”

The prince laughs at your cursing.

“My lady, watch your tongue”, says he in such a malicious way that you feel you could come undone right now.

“Aemond, you devil”, you whimper, legs locked as you begin to move as one.

He smiles down at you, holding your hands above your head. As you kiss, you meet a heavenly bliss.

***

War, however, comes back in unsafe and soundly steps. You, merged in domestic happiness, allowed yourself to forget that in great delights await greater sorrows.

Thirty days after your marriage, to your surprise you find yourself conceived. You want to tell him in the ways your prince likes: flying Vhagar. By now you and this ancient beast have somehow gotten used to each other’s presence.

“May we fly together this evening, husband?”, you ask him, trying not to sound too eager.

Aemond somehow senses you are different. But he cannot tell what exactly is.

“For someone who feared Vhagar, you’ve become quite a dragonrider.”

This day you are breaking fast with your husband’s family, now pleasantly aware of your secret matrimony, notwithstanding Ser Otto’s initial disapproval.

You giggle quietly.

“That is what marrying to you means, is it not?”

Aemond laughs quietly.

“Why, my darling, I could never refuse you anything.”

“Just be mindful you two”, muses the Dowager Queen Alicent, distracted. “It’s cloudy today.”

***

May these memories break our fall. Will you take a moment? Promise me this. That you'll stand by me forever. But if, God forbid, fate should step in and force us into a goodbye, if you have children someday when they point to the pictures. Please tell them my name. Tell them how the crowds went wild. Tell them how I hope they shine…

How could you know what was about to happen then? You are excited to share the news, believing this is the best scenario you could’ve pictured.

Dressed in proper robes, you follow Aemond excitedly and when greeting Aemond with your characteristically sweetness, he snorts and says:

“Who could’ve known we’d come to this? You turned my dragon war in domesticated dog, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes at his teasing.

“Don’t be silly, Aemond. She needs love and caring like every animal”, you smile. “As well as respect.”

“I wonder at times if you are real.”

You turn your head slightly at him as you two prepare to ride.

“Why wouldn’t I be, my love? You are my husband, or am I mistaken? Have you been with Mistress Rivers ag…”

He interrupts you by kissing you passionately. And right there Vhagar roars through the air. You feel as if you’ve been electrified. And the look in your face awakes the best of him.

“I love you, woman.”

But every happiness dies when skies grow darker and Vhagar’s roar sounds different. Aemond frowns his eyebrows.

“Shit. There’s something wrong”, he is quickly alert.

You, focused in telling him about your state, begin to grow afflicted when remembering that that battle between him and Daemon Targaryen didn’t happen the way it should.

You interfered.

Fuck.

“Aemond, honey…”

Wind blows colder, it announces storm. He begins to drive Vhagar lower, flying higher as darkness sweeps away the last rays of light. You try not to panic, but by the looks on your prince, you are promptly a victim to it.

“I’ve ruined everything. I shouldn’t be here. I messed all.”

“Don’t say that”, Aemond doesn’t have a clue of what you are trying to say, but he is already familiar with your background to prevent your insecurity to meddle in it. “You have been the best thing to happen to me…”

Before you have the time to answer him, a different roar echoes through the thundering clouds.

You know where it comes from. You know the one behind him.

And you are at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

“Aemond!”

“Nothing will happen to you, this I swear”, but then he adds, without looking at you. “If, however, something happens to me…”

“Don’t!”

He continues as if you hadn’t protested.

“…never forget how you turned me into a better man. I am unworthy of the Seven Heavens, but I tasted a bit of sacred forgiveness when you loved me. You redeemed me of my sins, my lady, even when I was a miserable. Move on as you should. But never forget me. Or us.”

“Aemond!”, you cry because you remember the result of this battle, and worse is now the effect of his words. “I love you!”

There is so much to be said, but you cannot. Time steals you from him. As Aemond and Daemon faces each other, the prince tries to find a way to save you.

However, no dragon flees from battle. But because Caraxes is faster, it soon attacks Vhagar. It’s right here that, above Aegon’s hill, every shadow eclipses the sun.

It’s right here that in midst of it all, you fall. It happens too fast. Aemond is trying to fly away, but Vhagar doesn’t obey him again. It soon responds Daemon’s Caraxes offense with another.

But when Vhagar gets bitten in the neck, the ancient dragon loses balance for a moment and right here a storm wind knocks you out.

Aemond screams, trying to save you, but you refuse to be saved. You are still in tears, judging to see him attacked by Daemon when the spells of time engulf you.

‘These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die like fire and powder…’

To be continue…

[axelsagewrites]

Jon Snow*Home Alone

Pairing: Modern!Jon Snow x f!reader

Summary: Jon and the reader finally get the flat to themselves and want to make use of the freedom

Warnings: fingering, teasing, f!receiving oral 18+

Word count: 1298

GIF by thatonekimgirl

Masterlist here

You had half an hour before you had to leave and Jon was still curled into your side, refusing to let go. “I’m gonna be late,” you said but it came out as more of a laugh.

Jon nuzzled his face into your neck, “No one even uses High Valyrian anymore why do you need to study it?” You laughed as he wrapped his arms even tighter around your waist. “Just email in sick,” Jon pouted.

“I need to study,”

“I’ll help you study,”

You laughed remembering the last time he had said that “Look how well that went last night,”

“I think it went very well,” Jon grinned as he finally removed his head from your neck at the memory. “I never knew you could bend like that,” You rolled your eyes as you hit his shoulder, but Jon only laughed, “C’mon. Lemme give you a reason to stay in bed,”

“What reasons that?” you laughed as Jon finally released your waist only to grab you by your hips before pulling you on top of him to straddle his waist. You settled into the position, his morning wood under his boxers pressing into you, “I have 20 minutes before I need to go and im not even dressed yet,” you protested, putting your hand on his chest to keep you steady.

Jons hands went on top of yours, “This is like the one time no one else is in though. We're finally home alone," he said, eyebrows wiggling causing you to laugh.

“Yeah, cause they’re in class,” you teased, leaning down to kiss his lips. It was supposed to be a quick peck, but Jons hand moved to the back of your neck, the other to your hip, as he captured your lips into a desperate kiss. His hips bucked up beneath you and you couldn’t help yourself grinding down onto his hard length. His fingers squeezed into the flesh of your hips as you began to grind against him. Finally, you broke the kiss, glancing at the clock before back at Jon, “I suppose missing one class wouldn’t be the worst,”

“Yeah?” Jon asked, “Because you know I value your studies,” he teased.

“Oh, shut up,” you laughed shoving his chest, “You’re the one who got us into this position,”

“I could stop,” Jon said, moving his hands away with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes before diving back down for another kiss, “I never said that” Jon ignored your taunts, desperate for your kiss. His lips fit perfectly with yours. His hands returned to your hips as you began to grind down onto his clothed cock. Jon broke the kiss to flip you back onto your back, “Make up your mind,” you giggled.

His lips moved to kiss your neck and you silenced your protest. You moaned softly as he left sloppy kisses to your skin. His hand moved in between your thighs, his finger dragging a slow line up your wet cunt before he smirked, “No panties?”

You had fell asleep after your shower in his shirt but without putting any on. If his hand wasn’t between your legs, you may have argued but Jon just smirked as his finger trailed your folds, “Stop teasing,” you whined.

“But it’s so much fun,” Jon said as his hand fell away causing you to whine but it was silenced by his lips crashing onto yours.

As his tongue explored your mouth you felt his hand trail up your thighs before finally returning to your wet pussy. You shivered as he ran a finger up your slit before he finally moved two fingers in. you moaned into the kiss but did not break it. your hands tangling in his hair as his fingers began to curl inside of you.

“You look so hot in that shirt,” Jon praised as his lips fell from yours only to begin sucking light hickeys onto your neck. “You should wear it more often. Just the shirt,” his lips left hot kisses to your neck, his fingers still curling inside of you.

“Please,” you moaned at his touch.

“Please what sweetheart?” Jon grinned as he hovered his face just over yours, lips just out of reach.

You could feel his hot breath fanning your cheeks driving you insane, “Please just fuck me already,” you begged.

Jon laughed and placed a kiss to your check, “Not yet baby,” he cooed, “Just relax and let me take care of you first, okay?” Jons lips finally closed the gap, moving against yours with slow passion. His fingers moved to the speed of the kiss, and you were desperate to speed it up, but Jon wanted to enjoy this sight.

A pressure began to build in your stomach as Jons thumb rubbed your clit and his fingers hit the right spot. You were moaning into the kiss and the vibrations of it alone was already making Jon hard and desperate. He broke the kiss, his breathing hard and his eyes filled with lust, “I wanna taste you,” he said before moving down your body.

His lips began to latch to your skin around your hips, pressing rough, sloppy kisses down your body, till he was kissing your inner thighs. He kissed your inner thigh, nibbling the skin gently between his teeth before turning his attention to your wet pussy. You shivered as his warm breath fanned over your wet folds, desperate for his tongue. You whined, gripping his hair softly in your fingers. Jon just chuckled.

“I’m gonna enjoy this love,” he said, placing a soft kiss to your mound, “I wanna make you scream,” he added before suddenly licking up your folds. You gasped as his tongue began to leave gentle kitten licks up your cunt almost painfully slowly. Jons hands gripped your hips to stop them from bucking as he slowly began to increase the pressure and the pace of his tongue.

Moans and soft whines fell from your lips as Jons tongue worked you up, a knot building in your stomach. When his nose began to nuzzle your clit, a loud moan ripped through your throat causing Jons own moan. The vibrations against your cunt sent chills up your spine. Your fingers gripped his hair tighter, but Jon was not complaining as his tongue worked its wonders.

One of Jons hands moved from your hip to your pussy, slowly teasing your desperate hole. Jon slipped two fingers back inside, curling them with precision, while his tongue moved north. He began to lightly suck on your clit, pulling it into his mouth gently. The feeling made your toes curl as moans raged your body. “Fuck Jon,” you moaned as his fingers began to hit new spots.

The pressure was almost too much in your stomach until your felt his teeth gently graze your bud and the pressure washed over your body like a flood. A loud whiney moan came from your lips as your grinded your cunt into Jons face as you rode your orgasm. Jons tongue did not stop till he felt you collapse onto the bed like a puddle.

Jon came up from between your legs with a massive grin, his face wet with your juices. “You are amazing,” he praised as he moved to lay beside you.

You couldn’t respond as you panted for breath, eyelids drooping from the ordeal. Jon chuckled gently as he pulled you into his arms for a cuddle, nuzzling his face into your skin, placing soft kisses to it. you looked up at him with hooded eyes and admired his loving face gazing back. Jon placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Thank you,” was all you could think to say as you came down from it all.

You felt the vibrations of Jons chest as he chuckled, “You're welcome love. Better than class?”

“Way fucking better,”

Game of Thrones Taglist: @clairacassidy @nyotamalfoy 

A/N: Accidentally put this in my queue instead of my drafts so it posted before i got a chance to format and tag ppl so sorry about that lol

[miss-celestia13]

Wool to Brave the Seasons - Update

~*~

“Actually, if you know what you’re doing, you’ll find it’s easy to please me. Color! Sparkle! Simple.” She said, breathless after running up the stairs as she tugged her keys out of her pants pocket and let them both inside her frigid apartment.

He cursed at the ice-laced air hitting him, shocking a laugh out of her as she caught him shuddering.

“I know. It’s so cold here; I swear I saw a polar bear putting on a jacket earlier.” She said, delighting in drawing another chuckle from him as they approached her Christmas tree.

“You’ll be lucky if the pipes don’t freeze,” he said, but she obstinately refused to entertain the thought.

“They’ll be lucky if I don’t start beating them with the baseball bat I keep by my bed.”

~*~

After convincing him to let her decorate for Christmas, Dany treats Jon to a friendly interrogation and learns he isn’t so quiet after all. She just needed to stop and listen!

[starkfish]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @meduseld! Because while I haven't written in awhile, I sure do love *talking* about writing :D Under the cut

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

A nice round 50.

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 337,459

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Nowadays not really any, lmao, but BACK IN THE DAY I was obviously primarily an ASOIAF writer, but I've also written for Harry Potter, Law and Order SVU, Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, Taken, and American Horror Story. And I loooooove talking about those fandoms that I write less frequently about so feel free if anyone had any questions, I would lap that shit right up.

4. Top five fics by kudos:

we're men of snow (we melt one day)

Rivers and Roads

this house no longer feels like home

And Maybe Someday Love

to stand outside your virtue (this one is probably the biggest surprise in the top 5 for me)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I was/am good at responding when a fic is newly posted but I'm not very good at it now, which is a shame on me because I still read and love every comment and I think people who take the time to leave comments on fics that are years old are super super rad. Usually I see it and get all giddy and then forget to respond and then feel weird responding much later, which is silly of me. I don't get a ton of comments anymore but I'm going to try and be better about answering because I do appreciate them!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Measures, that one is just an angst fest in general. Or hmm, A Myth of Devotion is a close second.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Aahahaha this is just making me realize how death is involved in like...all of my fics? So maybe Rivers and Roads since Ned and Cat get to be together at the end, despite the DEATH AND WAR around them? Or maybe that my lips would build a castle which finds Jon and Sansa together in Winterfell despite all the DEATH AND WAR THAT WAS AROUND THEM. Or maybe Wedding Bell Blues which is a fun modern AU despite the fact that Lyanna is unhappy in it. What can I say, I enjoy my angst.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not a lot, although I did just recently get someone angry that I tagged Ned/Ashara in 'Wedding Bell Blues', and honestly they weren't completely wrong but they were so obnoxious about it that the tag is staying there out of spite. And of course I used to get the requisite Catelyn hate but even that was pretty few and far between. My stuff is usually what it says on the tin and AO3 is a little bit more self selecting than other sites of the past.

9. Do you write smut?

Awwwww yis especially SMUT WITH FEELINGS.

10. Craziest crossover:

I'm not really a crossover babe, alas.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, someone took 'Measures' and basically rewrote it word-for-word as a Downton Abbey fic and someone recognized it as my work (...actually was it you, @meduseld??) and brought it to my attention. Lmao also back when I was on a Desperate Housewives livejournal (BACK IN THE DAYS) I had a couple of ESL writers take parts of my fics and use them in theirs and the mod of the LJ community got SO MAD at me when I was like "...hey please don't do that!" But the incident with 'Measures' was definitely the most blatant.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, and I think it's very cool! I would never attempt to translate it back though lol. But it is very touching to me that someone would like my work enough to want to take the time to translate it so others can enjoy it. I'm always fine with it as long as proper credit is given. I have also had a podfic done on a Lyanna comment fic and that was also extremely cool! The person who did that had a lovely reading voice. =)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not a published fic but I've done roleplay-y writing with a few friends before which was always fun!

14. All time favorite ship?

I don't know if I've penned more words, thought more thoughts, spent more time for any other ship more than Ned/Cat. <3 A close second to Elliot/Olivia in Law and Order SVU for goddamn longevity though. Still dragging me along, twenty years later.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Sadly I doubt I'll ever finish 'these are hard times for dreamers' because back in 2019 I only had the vaguest idea of where I wanted to go next and that has only gotten worse with time. I have also had a Lynesse fic half-written on my computer for probably like...five years at this point, BUT I think that's more likely to get finished at SOME point just because it is already around 4k words. But who knows WHEN.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Character work, especially internal thoughts, setting a mood/scene, etc.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes, getting from point A to point B to point C, especially concisely versus needing ten thousand words. I also think my dialogue is hit or miss, especially in a longer back-and-forth conversation.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I'll reference it if need be but usually try and avoid because I don't speak any other language fluently and don't want to make any foolish mistakes.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

Lmao SAILOR MOON (Geocities 5ever) and also I wrote some Pokemon stuff. I'm not even a little sorry.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I think it's 'we're men of snow (we melt one day)' which makes it especially gratifying that it is my most popular. There are still bits I would clean up if I were rewriting it but on the whole I'm so pleased with how it turned out and it was also really nice that it was a gift for a friend for FandomAid (@catelyngrant) who gave me pretty free reign to do whatever I wanted. So I'm glad I was able to deliver something that I'm very happy with because she deserves it! I am also very partial to my Lysa Heroine Big Bang fic, 'The Girl in the Mirror'. I love writing Lysa and this was the most complete thing I ever wrote about her, and I loved getting to flesh out her backstory. Much as it is super fun to play in the AU sandbox, it is also a ton of fun to examine a part of canon that is left uncovered in the source material. Tagging @catelyngrant, @apprenticemockingbird, and anyone else who may be interested!

[crownedtargaryen]

might i request some modern bran where he's been in love with his best friend the past few years but hasn't said anything because he doesn't want to make things weird in their friend group with meer and jojen? 👀with these staying the staying the night prompts mayhaps?

❝  i know this might sound weird but,  do you wanna stay over?  i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but.  i think it’d be nice.  ❞

and

❝  chivalry is overrated,  get in my bed.  ❞

fruits. - modern!bran, modern!jojen

MASTERLIST pairing: modern!bran & modern!jojen x reader (a/n): i appreciate this request so much thea 🥹🥹 you know how much i love bran 🤍🤍 REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! also he isn’t in a wheelchair in this cause i just think it’d be easier to write a sexual scene where he’s dominant if he can walk CW: jealousy, p in v sex, unprotected sex, jojen is on the phone, slight food play?, degradation mixed with praise (words like slut, whore, all that jazz are kinda used), possessiveness, bran takes some pictures and videos of you while having sex all notes are appreciated. words: 3k tag list: @fairysluna @twizzy123 @hopelesswritergall @howyouloveyourdragon @clairacassidy @ad-astra-again

Years slip from Bran's fingertips, his love for me growing daily.

We'd met when we were around nine, being insufferable ever since. Bran followed me like a hopeless puppy, chasing me as I slipped from his fingertips. I always found someone new and would come to him crying, heartbroken that yet another disgusting person had shattered that loving heart of mine. He held me for years, always being there when I needed him the most. He did struggle with showing his affection toward me, coming off as merely friendly and caring to me, never showing any signs of feelings. I grew hyper-aware of my blossoming affection for Brandon Stark when I reached sixteen but stayed silent due to his stiffness when I brought up romantics. I'd always assumed he was in love with Meer since after she and her brother Jojen had joined your group, he seemed weirdly tense and much quieter than previously. I never wished to press, but some underlying jealousy burrowed within me. Or perhaps, he loved Jojen? It was definitely on the table with how he looked at the boy, and Jojen grinned awkwardly in return.

I'm affectionate, always hugging Jojen and Meer as they flush and laugh, returning the affection. However, Bran seemed uncomfortable with my love since they joined, significantly pushing himself away from my touch since his voice had dropped. It may be a puberty thing; I was still determining. That was until this particular night when I realized I had misread his signals drastically. That he, in fact, craved my affections, but not in a way I so thought.

We walked to Bran's car since he was my ride; Jojen had been riding with Meer since she got her license. I could tell Bran was extra tense today, his breathing staggered, and his cheeks grew pink as he clenched the right strap of his bag. We say nothing, getting inside the vehicle as I toss my bag into the back seat and look over to him, watching as he clumsily shoves the key into the hole and turns it, his left hand stroking over the wheel slowly and then clenching it. The way his calloused fingers traced the material of the wheel, so tender as he then gripped it as his thumb rubbed over it, seemingly soothing it as if it was a person.

That stirred something inside me, more than I wished to admit.

I was brought out of my trance as Bran spoke, looking at me nervously. "Look, I know this might sound weird," he starts, inhaling shakily and avoiding eye contact. "Do you maybe wanna stay over? I guess 'sleepover' sounds childish, but. It'd be nice." In all our years, he's never invited me to sleep at his house, and my parents are always surprised when I come home. They seemed to be waiting for the day I just stayed the night with Bran, given we've known each other for ages, and they trusted him not to do anything inappropriate. Boy, were they wrong. He starts awkwardly apologizing and insisting if I feel uncomfortable, I don't have to come over, but I merely laugh. He stops talking, cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Hey, hey! Breathe," I laugh, raising a brow. "I'm gonna stay the night. Let me text my parents." The tension in the car eases as he drives off to his house, seeming quite ambitious and unreasonably excited about this.

The drive is long and drawn out, the silence in the car prominent. I look at him out of the corner of my eye ad see a bit of sweat rolling down his brow, noting his shuffling as he purses his lips. He pushes up his glasses with the back of his hand, noticing me staring and smiling sweetly at me in return to my gaze. I glance at his phone, and he catches the hint.

"Oh, right. Music," he laughs, stopping at a red light and quickly putting on a tune. Bran was a huge Hozier and Weezer fan, which was weirdly fitting. His voice fits so well with Hozier, but Weezer fits his personality. We'd gotten into countless arguments over if you could consider Weezer music, and he's turned me to his side every time. Though, to each their own. I hear the soft tune, relieved he decided to put on Hozier instead of the latter, Bran murmuring the words as he turns up the radio and continues to drive.

That's when I notice the song playing- Someone New by Hozier- a brow raising. He pats the drum beat on his wheel, nodding to the words and singing quietly. I take in every word, knowing Bran focused on lyrics rather than the rhythm and pacing of his music. This song had to be directed to Meer. I'll need to ask him sometime tonight about his feelings toward her.

We'd pulled up to his house, all his siblings and cousin out, besides Robb, who was home sick then. We walked in and immediately were met with Robb Stark walking out of the kitchen, shirtless with shorts on and a bowl of cereal in his calloused hands. I look up at his face, trying to avoid staring at his chest, lined with faint scars and a tuft of chest hair, his happy trail visible right above the waist of his pants. His eyes scanned me, then Bran. I watch his hand run through his beautiful curls, then scratch his facial hair with a slight smirk.

"Brought your girlfriend?" Robb coos, making my cheeks burn. When I look at Bran, I see a faint warning glare across his eyes. My eyes trail down, widening slightly at the strain between his legs on his pants. I quickly avert my gaze. No fucking way; he was hard as all hell right now. "Don't have too much fun." Robb's remark makes Bran audibly grumble, leaving me mildly offended. What was that for? Did he not find me appealing? I look back to his brother, who is now lazed on the couch and turning on the TV, eyes lidded as he watches and munches on his cereal without worrying about the world around him.

Trying to brush over the remark, I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing some strawberries and grapes.

Before I could ask if he wanted anything, Bran grabbed my hand and tugged me to his room, slamming the door and sighing loud, running his hands down his face. "I'm sorry about him; you know how he is," Bran grumbles, making me chuckle as I sit on his bed. "Did he make you uncomfortable?" I notice the worry crossing his face, a sincere smile coming to my lips.

"Nah, not at all. Didn't know I was your girlfriend though, coulda been consoled on that," I tease, watching as Bran rolls his eyes and sits next to me, lying back as he looks at the ceiling.

Hours pass of idle chitchat and playing some board and video games together, but then it comes to a game of truth or dare.

"I dare you," I drag out, smiling at him as I lean in. "To kiss me." Bran's cheeks flush as he swallows hard, glances at my lips, and then back into my eyes. "Don't worry; it can be just a peck."

His kiss catches me off guard, his lips suddenly on mine without warning. It's deeper than I thought it'd be, his hand cupping my cheek as he presses his chest to mine for a moment. As he pulls away, I feel dizzy and breathless.

"Truth or dare," he whispers, lips hovering over mine. I take my lower lip between my teeth, slowly pulling from him and examining his features. "Truth." Bran liked my response, wetting his lips with flushed cheeks.

"You like anyone?" He asks as his brows knitted anxiously. I see a sense of hope in his eyes, making my heart ache.

"Of course I do," I play it cool, laughing weakly and pretending to lack understanding. "Truth or dare?"

"Hit me with a truth," he smiles. I can tell he's happy by my response.

"Do you like Meer?" I blurt out without a second thought, a question I've held in for years. Surprise corrupts his previously playful expression.

"What? Why would I like Meer?" Bran asks, making me feel humiliated at such a question.

"I don't know, you just are constantly with her and always being weirdly flirty. I sometimes feel pushed aside, you know?" I murmur, fiddling with my hands and avoiding looking at him.

I hear him chuckle as he moves his hand to my cheek, palms soft as he makes me look at him. "I thought you liked Jojen; why are you acting all jealous over the possibility of me liking Meer?" he murmurs as I widen my eyes.

"Jojen?! Heck no! I've been in love with you, you idiot!" I rush out the words, realizing what I'd just admitted. My breath hitches; time feels as if it's frozen. Holy shit, I just ruined my friendship; he hates me; this is it.

My thoughts stop when his lips are on mine like before. I whine into his loving action, moving my hands to his hair and inhaling shakily against his lips, his tongue brushing my bottom lip. Our tongues dance in a forbidden tango, saliva mixing as he pulls away much sooner than I wished.

"Let me lock the door," he pants out, pecking my lips as he scrambles. My eyes trail to the fruit resting on the bedside table as I reach over and eat a grape, the juice spurting out and down my chin. I laugh, going to wipe it off but hearing Bran's stern voice. "No, no. Stay still." his tone is calm as he trails over to me, grabbing my chin and licking the juice trailing down my neck. The lick lines my neck, up my chin, and to my lips, where he feverishly kisses me. I stand closer to him, trailing my hands up his shirt and gently clawing at his back as he picks me up and lets me hook my legs around his waist.

"I'm gonna love you right, sweetheart," he murmurs into the kiss, biting my bottom lip tauntingly. "You're fuckin' beautiful." I laugh softly, moving from his lips and raising a brow.

"Well aren't you chivalrous?" I tease, watching as he rolls his eyes and huffs.

"Chivalry is overrated; you're getting in my bed," he demands, tossing me onto the mattress and tugging my shirt over my head, taking in the sight of my upper body as his strained cock twitches in his pants. "Holy hell." slowly, he reaches beneath me, unclasps my bra, slips it away from my torso, and watches as it falls in front of the bedside table. Bran's eyes trail to the fruits with a mischievous grin, looking at me with a pleading gaze. "Can I try something?"

"Just be gentle," I plea, watching as he stalks over to the bedside, slipping off his shirt and tossing it down next to my discarded bra. He grabs strawberries and grapes, setting them next to my torso as he slips off my pants and underwear, pausing momentarily to take in the sight of my glistening cunt, dripping with slickness. He nearly audibly gulps, whimpering quietly as his hand strokes up my thigh and to my cunny, rolling his thumb in circles on my neglected bud. I writhe, closing my eyes and whining his name under my breath. My hips desperately follow his touch, thighs trembling lightly as he moves his other hand to the cut strawberries and traces it down my torso with a slight squeeze. The juice traces my left nipple to my right, down my stomach, and then to my aching lower lips. He pops the fruit into his mouth, eating it as he moves down and licks over my sensitive chest, taking in the taste of my sweet citrusy body wash with the tangy strawberry juice. His licks trail from one nipple to the next, massaging each breast when moving between them as he grinds his clothed cock between my legs, making me shiver in delight yet mild frustration. His licks then move down my stomach and to my cunt where I inhale sharply as he trails his tongue between my soaked folds and to my bud, wrapping his lips over it with a soft whimper as he slips off his pants and abuses the clit with his mouth, tongue wandering slightly to my entrance before moving back up, his fingers prodding my hole. The moment he pushes them in, filling me with his middle and ring finger, I hear my phone buzzing. Lazily, I grab it from my side and look at the person in question, showing Bran, who is looking up between my legs, still tending to my lower piece.

Jojen.

"Answer it," Bran demands, seeing my confusion. "Now." He waits until I accept the call before he pushes his fingers in and out vigorously and multiplies the abuse on my cunt, making me moan loudly into the phone, interrupting Jojen's hello.

"Everything okay?" Jojen asks after a moment of silence. I can't stop panting, trying to swallow it down as Bran smiles against my pussy, continuing his tentative actions to my now-swollen clit. "Hey, you hear me?" his voice is now contorted to worry.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm great," I pant out, closing my eyes and whimpering into the phone, hips bucking into Bran's mouth. Jojen goes silent again as I hear a faint rustling from the other side of the phone, then a closing of what I can only assume is his bedroom door. "Gods, I'm sorry… What do you need?" I stifle a moan as Bran's fingers touch a spongy spot inside me, making me gasp shakily and bite my tongue.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jojen asks once more, ignoring my question. I hear shuffling again, the clinking of a belt. I look to Bran, who pops off my clit for a moment. Perhaps Jojen is just changing, right? "You keep making noises."

"Tell him. Tell him who's making you feel this good," he whispers, licking a stripe along my folds and under my clit, then wrapping his lips around the bud.

"I- Uh… You called during Bran's treat," I whine out, hearing Jojen let in a shaky inhale. Bran urges me to put it on speaker, which I gladly do.

"Should I hang up?" He says after a drawn-out silence, his voice weaker. Bran shakes his head, urging me to tease him.

"No, no… Stay. Your voice is driving me crazy, Jojie." I whine out, Bran's gaze becoming possessive and fiery as he pops off my lower piece and slips off his boxers, grinding his cock to my damp cunt. I hear Jojen draw in a long groan, making my insides ache. Fucking pervert, I love it.

"Gods… You sound so sweet, angel." Jojen pants out, a bit of a wetter noise coming from the other line. I grin, biting my lip and inhaling sharply as Bran sheathes himself inside my velvety entrance, making my hips jerk, and my eyes roll back with a pained moan. "I wish I was there, fuck." I'd never heard Jojen swear. I'd be lying if I said it hadn't turned me on even more. I watch as Bran holds himself back from pushing inside, grabbing his phone and fumbling for the camera, angling the photo to capture his cock buried inside me. I hear a faint vibration from Jojen's side, making me flush in embarrassment. Though I can't dwell on such a feeling for long as Bran thrusts his hips and dives deep into that spongy spot, he took advantage of earlier, making me see stars and cry out his name.

Jojen's breathing grows incredibly labored on the other side with pitiful moans and pleas for more, which Bran provides tenfold with videos.

"Such a good girl, baby. My fucking whore." he murmurs, moving down and kissing along my neck, pounding deep into my soaking insides that clamp around his piece. "You're. Mine." he glances at the phone and then into my eyes possessively, making me whimper and nod. I soft moan Jojen's name hearing him inhale sharply and whimper out my name in return. Bran's phone dings and I watch as he opens a video from Jojen.

The video is only a minute, with Jojen stroking his long and weeping uncut cock as his hips stutter and push into his hand. Oh, what I'd give to have that stuffed in me too. Bran and Jojen were both quite large. It's always the lengthy men.

Bran notices my star-struck expression and tosses his phone away, grabbing my chin and making me look at him as I whimper. "Such a filthy girl, thinking about Jojen's cock stuffing that pretty mouth of yours," he coos, smiling down at me. I feel my peak inching closer, his hips slamming into mine as he pants and grows dazed, seemingly obsessed with this feeling as he slows his thrusts and draws his cock in and out, embracing the way I pulse around him and cry out, begging him to move faster. Jojen immediately goes to FaceTime; his camera set him to where I can see his cock leaking with pre. I eye the sight, helpless and whining. Bran helps me set up the camera, then pins me down by the wrists and pounds me into oblivion, hips shaking and thighs trembling as we both near our climax.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna-" he can't finish his sentence, letting out the most pitiful and bottoming-out moan I've ever heard, burying his face in my neck as I reach my peak, watching Jojen stroke vigorously to his own, shooting a long string of cum onto his neck and chest. We ride out this high together, stopping around the same time as Bran pants and grinds his hips, nuzzling his nose into my neck.

"Don't get comfy yet; we're done when Jojen gets to drain his cock inside this filthy cunt too."

[greenhikingboots]

Chispas's Prompt! Obviously! 😁

Haha. Obviously! About this post. I'm going to keep the original ficlet prompt in my inbox so I can eventually reply to it. So that others can start to envision where this is heading, I'm also going to copy/paste it here. And then the first section of what I've written so far will be below the cut. Prompt: Two popular fan-fic writers for the same fandom. Sansa writes sweet modern aus with a fair amount of smut, while Jon is a canon stickler who never has any romance. While on Sansa's laptop one day, one of her friends (I don't care who) leaves a comment on one of Jon's fics asking when x & y are going to kiss already, or something like that. You know...hi-jinks ensue.

Sansa Stark sits cross-legged in the living room she shares with her sister, peering at her reflection in an antique, floor full-length mirror she bought a few months earlier. It dominates the corner where she most likes to get ready — creates the perfect spot for her ritualistic preening and primping ahead of a fun night out. Tonight, for instance, Sansa’s celebrating her birthday with the rest of her family. They’ll soon be dining at one of Winterfell’s highest rated restaurants, The Glass Garden. “This place looks pretentious,” Arya says. She’s sprawled across the couch behind Sansa, most of her body visible in the mirror so long as Sansa tilts her head to the right. When she does, she sees Arya scrolling on her phone, presumably looking at the restaurant's menu. Instead of replying, Sansa shakes her head and continues curling her hair. It’s true she picked somewhere fancy for her twenty-fifth birthday, but, hey, a quarter of a century is a big damn deal, isn't it? She refuses to let Arya make her feel guilty about that. “This salmon dish sounds good, though,” Arya mutters after a moment. And then, without warning, she lets her phone drop to her stomach and says, “Hey, Robb invited Jon. Did he tell you?” Sansa’s heart nearly leaps out of her chest. She’s known Jon Snow, her brother’s best friend, for as long as she can remember. But it has only been since moving back to Winterfell after graduate school that she’s really started to notice him. At first, it was Jon’s improved looks and increased confidence that caught Sansa’s attention. Shallow stuff she told herself she’d be able to dismiss after a week or two of practicing. But then, during the practicing, more and more of Jon’s positive traits stood out. There’s a long list of them. He’s a good listener, a hard worker, and a generous tipper. He loves animals and his mother too. He asks clever questions and makes clever observations. He sticks up for outcasts and underdogs. And his smile — It’s cliche to say that when Jon smiles, he lights up the room. But because his smiles are so hard-won, Sansa’s starting to believe some cliches are true. And Seven save her when she's actually the one to cause Jon’s smile. Sansa pictures it now, without really meaning to, then tries not to smile at her own reflection in the mirror. Arya doesn’t know about her crush on Jon, and that’s how she’d like to keep it. “No, Robb didn’t tell me,” she replies. “But that’s fine. Jon’s practically family too.” Arya nods sagely, like maybe she’s crediting herself for setting a good example — she accepted Jon as family long before Sansa ever did — then begins scrolling on her phone once more. It’s five minutes later, when Sansa’s finished her hair and moved onto her makeup, that Arya breaks their silence, this time saying something totally mundane. “So, uh, I just got an email I need to reply to. It’s too much to type on my phone, so can I use your laptop instead?” Arya’s own laptop is in her bedroom, not far away, but since Sansa can see hers tucked in the corner of their couch, next to Arya’s feet, she grants the favor. “Yeah, sure. Go for it,” she says. Sansa doesn’t think any more about it until a certain sequence of noises piques her interest. After the clattering of Arya’s fingertips slows down, the clicking of the touchpad speeds up. There are so many clicks, in fact, that it seems like Arya’s comparing items on different tabs or following links in search of some hidden answer. After a glance in the mirror at her little sister, it’s more than Sansa's interest that is piqued. It's her nervousness. “Why are you grinning?” she asks. “No reason,” Arya chirps. But she’s fighting back a laugh and smashing the laptop closed as fast as she can. Lying, obviously.

[random-imagines-blog]

Game of Thrones  / House of the Dragon Masterlist.

In an attempt to organize the blog and keep everything in order, masterlists are being made to join together into a masterlist of masterlists to make it easier for those on mobile. Thanks for being patient! 

Any smut will be tagged with ⭐

Robb Stark

Oneshots

Just Got Home

Drunk on Shadows

Imagines

Imagine scaring Robb Stark with your own White Walker mask.

Imagine modern day Robb Stark taking you to the movies to see a horror film, reluctantly.

Imagine surprising Robb Stark with your strong sense of strategy.

Jon Snow

Oneshots

Holy Rivers ⭐

Bare My Soul

The City is Far From Here

Imagines

Imagine Jon Snow sending Ghost to your farm, just so he can come see you.

Imagine Jon Snow being falsely told that you’re dead.

Imagine Sansa Stark and Jon Snow staying up with you after a nightmare.

Imagine trying to be happy with Jon before the world ends.

Imagine Jon Snow being scared for your safety.

Imagine Jon Snow is trying to set up a camp for the two of you in the cold.

Arya Stark

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being Arya’s twin brother, and losing an eye during the Long Night.

Imagine growing up with Arya always spying on you to make sure you’re alright.

Imagine taking Arya Stark under your wing.

Imagine being one of the sole people that Arya Stark trusts.

Imagine Arya Stark going after someone who had threatened you.

Sansa Stark

Oneshots

Seeing Stars

Imagines

Imagine Sansa Stark and Jon Snow staying up with you after a nightmare. 

Imagine impulsively hugging Sansa despite people watching.

Imagine bringing Sansa Stark on a sea voyage with you.

Imagine having an intimate moment with Sansa Stark and knowing it could never happen again.

Imagine getting drunk with Sansa.

Imaging sewing with Sansa Stark to help keep her busy.

Ned Stark

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being a Lannister and making a game of trying to make Ned Stark blush.

Imagine being a Lannister visiting Winterfell, and immediately setting your eyes on Ned Stark.

Jaime Lannister

Oneshots

The Ask and the Answer ⭐

Castle in the Sky ⭐

Imagines

Imagine having a secret child with Jaime Lannister.

Imagine walking into a pub and seeing a drunk Jaime Lannister.

Imagine Jaime Lannister seeing a portrait of you and thinking you’re the most beautiful woman in the nine realms.

Imagine being imprisoned with Jaime Lannister.

Imagine trying to figure out whether or not to spare Jaime Lannister and him telling you that he is in your debt.

Tyrion Lannister

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Tyrion Lannister coming to realize that your wit may be better than his.

Imagine the first time you tell Tyrion you love him.

Imagine having a drink with Tyrion Lannister.

Imagine going to Tyrion for aid in defeating someone who had hurt you.

Imagine being Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand’s paramour, and flirting with Tyrion Lannister.

Imagine being in an arranged marriage to Tyrion but you convince him that you truly love him & cuddling.

Joffrey Baratheon

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Joffrey having to get used to you having pets, but putting up with it because he loves you.

Imagine being one of the few women who knows how to handle a crossbow, and showing Joffrey how it works.

Daenerys Targaryen

Oneshots

The Face of God

Imagines

Imagine Daenerys coming home to you.

Imagine killing an enemy for Daenerys to try to earn her favor.

Imagine being betrothed to Viserys Targaryen, but you spend more time with Daenerys making fun of him.

Imagine Daenerys Targaryen introducing you to her dragons.

Jorah Mormont

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being Jorah’s first love, and him finding you at Littlefinger’s Brothel.

Imagine Jorah Mormont keeping you warm in Winterfell.

Imagine Jorah seeing the results of teaching you how to fight.

Khal Drogo

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being a merchant’s son who seduces a passing Dothraki, not realising until your father catches you in bed together that it’s Khal Drogo.

Imagine being the wife of a rival Khal, but Drogo claims you as his.

Imagine being a male dancer at a Dothraki Celebration and Khal Drogo seducing you into his bed.

Imagine being worried about Khal Drogo while he’s out on a hunt.

Ramsay Bolton

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being the one to serve Ramsay Bolton his dinner.

Imagine spending a weekend with Ramsay Bolton.

Roose Bolton

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being in a pitch black castle with Roose Bolton.

Imagine Roose Bolton being unable to take his eyes off of you.

Tormund Giantsbane

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being a lone wildling, and Tormund coming across your camp.

Gendry Waters

Oneshots

Imagines

Beric Dondarrion

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Beric knowing that he’s on his last life, and wants to spend it with you.

Imagine being one of the reasons why eternity is worth living through for Beric Dondarrion.

Sandor Clegane

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Sandor bursting into your room while you are undressing.

Ser Davos

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine joining Ser Davos on his small quests to help people.

Imagine finding a rare flower in the wilderness and gifting it to Ser Davos.

Imagine helping to stitch Ser Davos after the war, and him trying to find you to repay you.

Tywin Lannister

Oneshots

Crimson and Gold

Imagines

Imagine Tywin Lannister finding solace in your garden.

Imagine Tywin Lannister being impressed by your fighting gift, and making you his personal bodyguard.

Podrick Payne

Oneshots

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

Imagines

Imagine being a Baratheon princess, and falling hard for Podrick.

Imagine being a bit of a rulebreaker, and Podrick finding you fascinating.

Imagine Podrick Payne coming clean about lying to you.

Brienne of Tarth

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Brienne of Tarth seeing your potential and wanting to assist you in achieving it.

Ygritte

Oneshots

This Could Be Anywhere in the World

Flirt

Imagines

Imagine making Ygritte feel things that are alien to her.

Imagine introducing Ygritte to the world of Southern desserts.

Imagine nearly dying and Ygritte getting mad at you.

Imagine Ygritte finding out just how much you notice her.

Sam Tarly

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Samwell Tarly sneaking you into the library to read to your hearts content.

Imagine being a refugee from King’s Landing, and Samwell letting you stay in his home.

Theon Greyjoy

Oneshots

Imagines

Oberyn Martell

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Oberyn being proud of how you follow his every order.

Imagine Oberyn admitting to you that he’s going to fight The Mountain.

Imagine Oberyn loving it when you’re dominant.

Ellaria Sand

Oneshots

The Sky is Falling

Imagines

Imagine finally getting to relax with Ellaria Sands after a long journey.

Imagine Ellaria Sand moving you into Dorne.

Yara Greyjoy

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Yara Greyjoy breaking you out of the dungeons when she goes to save her brother.

Imagine hating your home so Yara takes you away.

Imagine telling horror tales with Yara Greyjoy.

Bronn

Oneshots

Imagines

Daario Naharis

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine constantly making fun of Daario for his sexual prowess.

Jaqen H’Ghar

Oneshots

Poison Oak

Imagines

Rhaenys Targaryen

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being a Hightower, and being romantically involved with both Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen.

Corlys Velaryon

Oneshos

Imagines

Imagine being a Hightower, and being romantically involved with both Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen.

[asa-do-your-thing]

Hi guys! Long time no see!

I'f you're wondering where I've gone off to, well, I am currently very deep into my 'Dreams'-Verse (and i'm too lazy to upload 25 2k+ chapters onto tumblr).

But fear not! I want to write some smut / nsfw alphabets again, so that I can stay as versatile as possible. I will write something for the top 3 characters from this poll! If you have any specific scenario in mind, feel free to tell me.

As always, no Modern and no y/n! <3