#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.

[welldonebeca]

screamer (1)

Summary: Sansa finds a little thing about Jon. (Just some mindless Dom!Sansa x Sub!Jon porn.) WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Tension. Fluff. Communication.

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Sansa raised her eyes as Jon got another notification from his phone, frowning a little.

What had happened that it was just going off today? He always complained they barely used their group chat!

They had gotten together long after Jon had returned from his time up the far north. He had made a lot of friends there, and even had a girlfriend, but they had broken up by the time he was to go back home, but were still good friends.

Sansa had met all of them a couple of times, and they were nice, but they were all kind of rowdy... nothing like her sweet Jon.

They jokingly called themselves savages, like the old folk that lived beyond the wall when there were Queens and King's around.

"Jon," she stood up, walking to the bathroom and knocking on the door with the back of her hand. "I think someone died, your phone won't stop."

He chuckled from inside.

"It's alright," he assured her from under the shower. "If someone had died they would be calling both of us."

She scoffed.

"But you can check," Jon suggested.

"No, no," she said quickly. "It's alright."

Sansa would never be one of those jealous girlfriends, going over their boyfriends' texts out of jealousy or some sense of entitlement.

She trusted him very much.

But his phone kept buzzing and buzzing, so much so that it had moved from its spot and almost fell from the little table by their couch.

So she picked it up and opened it, just to give it a little glance. Just a little check.

And it was from the group chat, yes. And from Ygritte.

"Well, I can teach her a bit about putting you in your place, Tormund. I'm sure she'll love a way of shutting you up."

She frowned a little, going back through the messages.

Oh. Tormund was trying to find a way to get with Brienne - her friend that was around the last time they were.

They were all giving him advice, most of it useless. Most of it also telling him not to be himself.

He was a little... uh...

Not bad. Tormund was perfectly alright.

But he was going in far too strongly.

She shook her head at Tormund's answer, an emoji of an eye roll, but Pyp spoke next.

"Gonna teach her how to tie him down and shut him up?"

That made her eyes widen?

What now?

"It's my speciality," she texted back. "Jon knows can tell you all about it, hm?"

Her face got hot with a bit of anger. How could she speak of him like that! He wasn't her boyfriend anymore!

But Jon wasn't the type to ever care. He would just shrug and be all 'Ygritte is like that'.

It had happened in front of her once. But they stopped when they realised it made her uncomfortable.

But not in the chat, no.

When Jon - Sansa - didn't answer, the texts kept coming.

"Oh, someone's bragging"

from Edd.

"Did she shut you up a lot, Snow?"

from Pyp.

"I bet she did!!!"

from Grenn.

Sansa's face burned even more.

"She always knew how,"

Satin added.

"Gods, I'm glad I didn't share a place with those two,"

from Tormund.

"You should. I reckon he is a screamer,"

Sam added.

Her eyes widened.

Sam?!

Sweet Sam was joining in that?!

And... a screamer?

Well, Jon was vocal when they fucked, but he wasn't a screamer with her!

What did-

But she jumped in shock when she felt Jon's hand brushing her back.

"So, did anyone die?" he asked.

Sansa would have dropped his phone if she wasn't quick enough to grab it with her other hand.

"No," she gasped, turning around.

But Jon didn't look any upset when she looked at his face, just confused.

"Just..." she cleared her throat. "Your friends. Being themselves."

His eyes travelled over her face, and she looked away, feeling so hot she knew her neck and ears were as red as her face.

"Please tell me Tormund didn't send his dick pics for a second opinion in the chat again," he sighed.

Sansa gave him his phone back, not wanting to answer, and walked away before he could even read it.

"I'll go shower now," she decided.

Yes, shower. Good idea.

She walked into the bathroom quickly and undressed, ready to hop into the shower so he wouldn't follow her for at least a bit of time, but Jon knocked on the door before her bra was even off.

"Sansa?" he called.

She froze, wide-eyed.

"Can we talk about what you saw?" Jon asked, sounding gentle. "Please?"

Sansa wanted to groan and hide like she did as a little girl, but she didn't. Instead, she walked to the door and opened it, looking at his face.

"Did it make you uncomfortable?" he asked. "What they said?"

She squirmed a little, kicking her feet.

"No," she mumbled.

"Because I'd understand if you were," Jon added. "They are... annoying, to say the least."

Yeah, she knew that. But his friends respected her when she was around.

It was just...

"Were you?" she asked him. "A screamer?"

What did Ygritte even do to make her scream?

His grey eyes widened when they met hers.

"I... hm..." he stopped, looking for words. "Kinda?"

Sansa looked away from him, shifting her jaw as she did. Oh.

Good for him.

"Are you-"

"How?" she asked before he could. "What did she do?"

Jon's face went all red.

"Sansa..." he exhaled.

What, didn't he want to tell her? Didn't he want to share?

"I want to know," she insisted. "Because everyone else does, except for me."

He raised a hand to his face, rubbing it slowly, exhaling.

"Can we talk about that with our clothes on?" he requested instead. "Because I'm naked, and you are in your underwear, and we are supposed to talk, but my brain won't understand that."

That made her freeze.

Oh?

"Okay," Sansa agreed. "I can do that. We can do that."

They were dressed when she sat on the couch, right by Jon's side, and he looked a bit too nervous.

It wasn't that Sansa didn't know about his relationship with Ygritte, Jon was always honest with her about it. Tormund had introduced the two of them to one another, and they were quite the strange match in the beginning, but liked each other very much. The only reason why they had broken up was because of incompatibility on their plans for the future. Jon wanted to come back to Winterfell, get married, and have children... Ygritte wanted none of that.

That was why they such good friends. There was no big fight, no strong conflict of betrayal... just two adults with different plans.

And maybe that was why she was so insecure when it came to her, Ygritte.

And now it turned out she was so good at sex she made Jon scream?!

Sansa was still learning sex stuff, Jon was the only boyfriend she had ever had who didn't expect her to just get him off.

"Well?" she asked. "What did she mean?"

Jon's face looked all red again.

"It's... not..." he stumbled with his words. "I don't think it's even your thing. She was... Ygritte was just experienced. And she liked different stuff."

Sansa stared at him with her jaw slack for a moment.

"Well, thank you," she practically spat out.

He shook his head.

"I don't mean it in a bad way," he insisted. "I love seeing you growing into your interests, Sansa, we both know that."

She scoffed, looking away from him, and he took her hand, squeezing it.

"Ygritte liked different things," he told her. "She was... well, she still is, a professional dominatrix. It's her thing, and she loves that."

She was...

What?

"A professional dominatrix?" she repeated. "For a living?"

He shrugged.

"It was a hobby when we were together, she kinda of quit her job recently to do that full time," he told her. "It helps her travel around, keep the nomad lifestyle she likes."

She blinked, shocked.

Oh.

So that was how she was always in a different town.

"And was she your dominatrix?" she asked.

Jon looked away, licking his lips, and she just knew his mind was full of thoughts.

"Yeah," he told her. "I mean, we would... switch places. Not that she liked being dominated much, but we did that."

Sansa processed it slowly.

Oh.

Well, she was very subby, very soft.

"Do you miss that?" she asked, worried now. "Being domminated?"

Was she denying him that?

Jon didn't answer right away, and it made her anxiety grow by the minute.

"I thought I would miss it," he told her. "But I did realise I'm much of a dom than a sub."

Sansa watched him.

"That's not a clear answer," she told him.

He took her hand, tangling their fingers together.

"Sansa, I've been in love with you since the day we met," he reminded her, a soft smile on his face. "I've never been as happy as I am with you."

Once again, not a clear answer.

"We tell everything to each other," she reminded him.

And they did. Their communication was very open.

"Exactly," he affirmed, kissing her knuckles.

Sansa moved, a bit uncomfortable.

"Okay?" he asked gently.

She nodded, still.

"Okay," Sansa exhaled. "But... what if I want to try it?"

He looked at her face, not showing much emotion for a moment, and smiled a bit.

"Well..." he spoke slowly. "You know I always admire your curiosity. But I don't expect anything of you, I promise."

…

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[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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Fanfic

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' bond with Autumn by @elleybug 👑

Eris x Alexius by @zenkindoflove (artist: @luciensdefenseattorney)👑

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Worried Eris by @secret-third-thing

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

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Eris Week, Day 1: Bonds (Azris) by @the-darkestminds 👑

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Eris Week Moodboard by @fieldofdaisiies

Chopin by @chairofchaos 👑

Vanserra brothers in a modern AU by @wishfulimaginings 👑

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[rise-my-angel]

Heart of the Great Wolf

The Aftermath of Envy

Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader

Length: 21.9k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, past mentions of domestic and sexual abuse, jealousy and possessive tendencies, smut, oral (f receiving), slight exhibitionism, outdoor sex, smut, p in v, breeding kink

Notes: This is a part 3 to the modern!au, and a direct continuation of the previous chapter. A part 4 is also in the works already. Previous Installment Here, Series Masterlist Here

He was acting strange, that much Jon had been able to figure out right away. From the time Robb had come back from work, the day Jon had come home to make amends for his mistakes with you, he could tell that there was something itching in the back of Robbs head. But Jon had no idea what it was specifically. Nor did he initially think he should have good reason too. The Starks all knew that if one of them had a personal issue that they wanted others in on, they’d share it. Plain and simple. Prying wasn’t their norm.

Besides, Jon had more to focus on. In around a week, it would mark two months since he had begun to fix what he caused with you, and Jon could safely say he refused to slack on it. Every boyfriend you had before treated you so horribly, that it was as if you had become hardwired to accept terrible behaviour from your partner, and to put the blame upon yourself. If Jon thought he was to work hard to ensure you without a doubt understood he never meant to hurt you nor would he do it again, he was working even harder to practically teach you to stop putting the weight of his faults onto your shoulders.

One of his more eye opening moments about his brother though, took place in the two weeks Jon had off. Suggesting that he and you should take some time to be just with the others company for a few days. So the next morning, he had driven you and Ghost to a more secluded part of the wolfswood. Just you both and his direwolf hiking and camping where there was no one to interrupt. He had you sitting firmly back in his arms by the fire as evening fell over top of you three, Ghost practically laying across your feet when you said it.

It was passing, but Jon couldn’t ignore it. “Has Robb said anything to you?” His head leaned a bit over your shoulders with a furrowed brow in question. “About the night he picked me up from the bar?” Jon answering lowly no, and why only to find a frustration in the answer. “Sometimes it feels like he’s been hovering over me ever since. Like he doesn’t trust I’m not going to end up doing the same thing all over again. I mean, I know my track record isn’t what some would call pristine, but-”

Jon pulled you a tad closer into his chest with a mumbled rasp, the fire reflecting staunchly in his grey eyes as he glared into it. “I wouldn’t worry about that, darling. Robb just cares about you.” But it was then Jon begun to wonder.

Perhaps his brother was caring a little too much about you all of the sudden.

But, he didn’t want to focus on that. Not then. Not when he had you out there all to himself and much to make up for. His head leaned down, seeking out your neck as one hand around you raised to gently pull some of your hair from out of his way. Lips finding their way to the sensitive skin, but never so much that it was rough. Gently brushes of his tongue as it to mark out the path he was to kiss along, following suit as his other hand begun to run down more along your hipbone. Where the pants on you sat, he pushed your sweater up just enough to let his fingertips brush of the skin there.

Rasping low as he let his lips move along the skin to just under your ear, vibrating deep within you. “I want you to be honest with me. If something bad happened to you, before we started dating, you’d tell me, right?” Your head tilting almost in question, did he press another kiss tot he same spot. “With your ex’s, or any other men you’ve known. If one of them did something to you, you know I’d want you to tell me right?”

He could tell that there was a bit of confusion regarding what it was specifically he was getting at, or you did not understand what he was trying to bring up. “Jon, I promise I won’t worry ever again that you’re anything like them-”

Another kiss to the same spot, Jon pressed his hand more firmly against your stomach to tug you back closer, were such a thing even possible. “I’m not suggesting you think otherwise, it’s alright. But I love you, and I can’t take care of you properly if I don’t know everything I’m protecting you from.” Jon took no offence to your initial silence. Still he was the one who said it more, who was more free in wanting to say it more without any worry any longer of what the other felt.

You knew that too, but Jon had no problem letting you take your time getting used to saying it out loud. “It’s all in the past, I don’t even think about any of it anymore.” Jon only hummed, the sound as if you understood he did not quite believe what you said but hadn’t pushed it. “Besides, you know about Ramsay, about Karl.”

Not all of it, he thought. He was certain you didn’t really tell him the full truth about either. He knew that Ramsay was cruel to you in bed, and considering how shy you could be with him still now, it clearly had more impact then none. And he knew for a fact you didn’t want to tell him anything of what really went on when you were living five hours away from Jon with Karl Tanner. Already you had put together that Jon learned something about Viserys, but you had promised him nothing physical happened that went too far before it was stopped.

Jon didn’t quite know how to tell you then, that such a thing wasn’t of much comfort when the man had clearly tried it in the first place. Instead, he let his hand run along the skin by your hip, teasing the idea of letting his fingertips sink beneath the fabric. “You don’t talk about either of them much, I want to know you’re alright with this. With us, if there are things you still are struggling with from them.”

You leaned back into his front more innocently, as if only snuggling further into his warmth like you hadn’t noticed the manner which his hand suggested his thoughts were headed. “I’m fine, I promise. They’re gone and I don’t want to think about them anymore when I’m with you. At all.” A small smile left Jon as he nudged the side of your head with his, muttering that it was a deal. He still had a few days out in the wolfswood with you, and he was going to enjoy it.

Which was quite easy, when he had finally let his hand drift downwards, sinking below all layers adorning your bottom half and letting two fingers find your clit without second thought.

By the time he had gotten the three of you home, Jon spared little time in the late hours prompting you into the shower. Muttering with a nudge that he’d put your stuff away in his room before coming to join you. The apartment had been silent, and all three of you silent with it to ensure you didn’t wake up Robb or Theon.

Peeling off his heaviest layers, Jon finally yanked off his shirt, and let his curls finally fall loose, opening the door to join as he knew your routine meant you’d hardly be passed the washing the sweat and grime off of yourself. What he hadn’t expected, was Ghost to be the one to give away that you had all come back.

Apparently, the direwolf had made his way into Robbs room to greet Greywind. Both direwolves thus waking Robb up, but what Jon too hadn’t expected, was to leave his room to join you and find Robb near that side of the apartment. With a smirk nudging for Ghost and Greywind to go sleep before they made a huge ruckus. Yet when his eyes glanced up to Jon, his own blue eyes darted from Jon to the semi closed door of the bathroom Jon shared with you, and back to him where his brows narrowed at the clear sight of what he was watching about to happen.

It was not anything he had never said before, but it was the manner which he said it. As if any tone of jesting or even genuinity was being masked behind a thick layer of something bitter. “Welcome back, Snow.”

Jons silent nod being painted with a rather apprehensive expression, was certainly not passed Robbs notice either.

There was a tense air between the brothers before Robb prompted Greywind to come back and get some sleep once more, leaving Jon in the hall with a confusion as to what exactly had just taken place and what it was Robb was trying to convey in what looked like a barley held back glare. Jon knew though, if he thought about it for any longer, he may not appreciate whatever conclusion he’d end up at, so he pushed it down.

And thought little of the fact that he hadn’t heard Robb’s door close, meaning it was obvious when Jon slipped into the bathroom where you were showering, and locked the door behind him. Closing it all off to his brothers final listening ears.

But, it was easy to forget all of that right away. Just enough steam filling the room that he knew you likely turned the water up hotter then you normally liked it, to counter how cold the past few nights had been for you both. The only warmth you could get was by a fire, and at night when you, him, and Ghost would all cuddle close together without a second thought.

The steam however, was not enough to mask the view. Not quite clear glass, but the door to his shower was opaque. A sort of crystal looking design that blurred specific details but not enough that Jon missed the sight of you perfectly. He could smell the faint trace of lavender in the air, knowing you had just finished cleaning off, and he could see your body arched back so the water could soak your hair.

Perfect. He arrived at the perfect time to slip in, and wash your hair for you. Stripping from the rest of his clothes, Jon muttered gently as he pulled the shower door open, “It’s just me, darling.” Before you even had the chance to jump and gasp in surprise. Standing up straighter, Jon grinned right away at how your hands twitched. Reaching up to cover yourself before remembering that he had seen this sight of your bare frame, more then many times. His own as well nude without shame as he closed the door.

Pulling you close by your hips, your soaked frame pressed close to his, as your hands rested against his chest up by his shoulders. Your eyes bright and innocent despite the splash of a fluster in them everytime he’d join you in the shower like this. “We weren’t too loud, were we?”

His grin grew brighter, while he had no doubt come in here to partially wash off the days grime, but also didn’t even think twice about joining you with a very specific intention, you could only think of the others in the apartment with a genuine worry your late arrival had been disruptive. If you suspected Jon wasn’t being honest, you didn’t say anything. “I think Ghost might have woken up Greywind, but no, otherwise we’re fine.”

His hand drifting up to nudge under your chin to look up at him better. Before he could even do anything further though, did you slip from his grasp to turn around. Reaching for the hanging rack for his stuff. He had two sets now, normally fine with bar soap, considering how little chance north of the Wall he’d get to have a proper shower when he and Tormund were out in the Haunted Forest. But you had gotten him things now that you’d share the shower with him. A proper cloth and a liquid soap version so that you could do it for him.

His eyes brightened as they playfully narrowed. “So you get to clean me, but I don’t get to wash you?” You only shook your head, holding a bright smirk back as you lathered it together. Prompting him to exchange spots with you so he was directly in the hot water.

You got to work without second thoughts, or alternate intentions and it made his heart soar. You didn’t do it because you felt obligated or were trying to appease his needs for something else, you did it because you just enjoyed taking care of him right back. The only girl in his life who ever had. Jon though, considered himself lucky that he did not make you feel that pressure when you knelt down.

It was a sight, bare and water soaking you as you were on your knees so close to his cock, but he wasn’t enticed by you in that way. Not really. If he preferred to keep any act to a far more limited occasion, it was that. The feeling you gave him was not the issue, far from that, Jon had only let you take his length into your mouth once and it was a heavenly feeling. But he also felt more out of control, how easy it would be to lose himself and be too rough, too deep, too demanding and make you feel unsafe.

Instead, even through his blood beginning to warm, Jon found it within himself to keep his composure as long as it took for him to help you stand up onto your feet before he felt too overwhelmed. Standing behind him now, Jon muttered your name low even over the water. “Are you taking your time on purpose?”

Your hands stopped mid movement as you ran the cloth down his back to finish, wide eyes looking up to where he turned partway to meet your gaze. A playful but dark haze begun to flow over his eyes against your much more innocent ones, much to his cocks want. “I was only trying to-”

But he cut you off, knowing exactly what was about to come out of your mouth. “Trying to make me feel good?” He said nothing, and something of a smirk wanted to peek through as you slowly nodded. “You know that’s my job right?” Your brows furrowed instantly.

A protest so genuine when you said it. “Why isn’t that my job as well?”

That time he let the chuckle deep from his chest come out. Turning to face you, he grabbed the cloth from your hand as he blindly reached back to hang it up. His hands smoothing down along your sides as he kept you close but at a distance enough that he wouldn’t make you feel as if his growingly hard length was to pressure you into anything. But his eyes remained bright as yours were, hinted with an adoration at how innocent you always looked at him even in such intimate situations. As if all your trust was in his hands, which it was. His rasp low, but warm as he moved one hand to cup your cheek. “Because making you feel good, is what makes me feel good. I don’t need you to do anything to please me, you already do.” Muttering that you hadn’t done anything yet as your hands reached to gently hold at his waist did Jon chuckle again.

He contemplated not saying it, knowing the embarrassed fluster that would come over you, but instead he swiftly turned you around. Reaching for his shampoo instead of yours, Jon spared no time carefully running it through your soft hair.

Though in retrospective, perhaps that was worse. As now he could rasp it so close to your ear, and the feeling of his cock twitching hard against your ass not at all hiding how worked up he felt. “Do you remember what you said to me the first time we slept together?”

As expected, already did the embarrassed fluster come over you. “I feel like I said too much..”

Laughing much more freely, Jon massaged his hands against your scalp as if to distract you somewhat from going in the wrong direction. “You didn’t understand why I’d want to taste you.” Your hands tensed at your sides, not knowing what to do as your muscles tensed nervously. For your sake, Jon downplayed it severely. “I heard you once, through the walls of our rooms. A few months ago, a beautiful moan. The second I heard that, all I could do was imagine that sound coming from you with my mouth between your legs.” Blindly reaching up to turn the water pressure lighter before unhooking the shower head. “I got off to that thought more then you know.”

Carefully beginning to rinse your hair out, it was a lot easier to hear the shaking nerves in your voice but Jon now knew so well too what the underlying desire also sounded like when you tried to hide it from him. “That still doesn’t explain-”

Cutting you off, it was something truly raw as he said it, no filter like it came without warning from his throat to speak. “I can’t explain that, darling. Touching you, tasting you, it feels better for me then you could ever imagine. How close I’ve gotten sometimes just from how long I’ve kept you pinned to my mouth alone.”

That was a shiver, in this hot water he felt a shiver and he knew he had you. Carefully putting the shower head back, Jon watched you stand for a moment without him with your hands tensed and curled up, but if you thought he wouldn’t notice the way you pressed your thighs together just the tiniest bit more, you were wrong. Jon saw all of it, how much you tried to force away how turned on you were, and he could only smile.

Through that heated blood desperate to take you, was a part of Jons heart that thought you were cute for thinking you had any reason to hide your want from him still. Pulling you suddenly into his chest, his hands sat with one firm at your hip, and the other against your lower stomach, fingers tracing along your hipbones if not peeking lower. Rough in your ear, that time he knew there was no hiding how painfully hard he was against the perfect plushness of your ass. “You know what else I love doing?”

Swallowing roughly, you shook your head and that fight of feral and adoring once more conflicted Jon until the animal within him clawed it’s way out. He didn’t even bother answering you, as the low hand suddenly sunk down pressing against your clit as you jolted with a gasp, Jon moved the hand on his hip to slide between your legs, two fingers sinking deep.

Jon’s head dropped to your neck for a moment, a growl erupting from him. He didn’t expect you to be this soaking wet, but you were. You had been so much more turned on then you let on and Jon felt no ability to waste time anymore. Running his fingers over your clit, he pressed firmly as well as found small, tight patterns that had your hand grasp at his forearm and wrist almost needing to steady yourself, cries coming freely from you without any stopping.

Each time you got used to one, did Jon change what he did. Seeking what worked best and what tormented you the most with his teasing and flipped between each. All the while never once did he cease to glide his fingers in and out of your clenching wetness. Your other hand grasped at the same arm of his, eyes slipping closed as your lips remained parted. Small cries coming from you again and again as you failed to regain your breath.

Jon tried, he tried so hard to resist that temptation. But he knew it was inevitable. Pulling them close to all the way out of you, Jon suddenly let his fingers slide as deep as they could back inside of you as he added a third so soon. Increasing the pressure against your clit as Jon used that leverage to pull you back against him with a grunt. Now with every knowledge he wanted you to feel his cock pushing against you, his own breathing rough and laboured as you no longer had any.

Rasping in your ear, Jon felt you clenching so tightly around him that he throbbed against you. “I should’ve pulled over.” Not able to even ask him anything, he read you perfectly without a single need for words. “Tonight. I should’ve pulled over. Drag you up onto my lap and take you then and there.”

Drawing you closer to your end, your voice had no air to accompany it but a desperation as you leaned back into his touch more. “There were...people on the road..someone would’ve seen-”

If that was supposed to deter his fantasy, Jon felt you should’ve known better by then. His car was a dangerous place to take you, now more then ever. He had little patience in there, and little care for anything but how you felt around him. His rubbing against your clit worked in tandem with the rhythm of three fingers deep moving in and out of you as your nails dug into his skin. “Good.” A confused cry of pleasure burst from your mouth and Jon nearly said all of it without realizing the words until they already left his mouth. “Next time I’ll strip you bare, bounce you on my cock until someone finally pulls over to watch.”

“You- you’d want someone to-”

Cutting you off, Jon dropped his head down to your neck again, muffled and hissing against you as he felt you so close needing one final push and his mouth allowed that to aid you in the form of depravity. “I’d let a hundred men watch, just so they know what they’ll never have, what I’ll never let anyone else ever have again.”

It was enough, the feeling of your orgasm flooding your veins too drew Jon closer as well. Rubbing tightly at the bundle of nerves until you could only try and jump away from his touch did Jon pull from you, his fingers soaked beyond what the water surrounding you did. Turning you suddenly to face him, did Jon just as quickly shove you up against the far side of the shower out of the waters direct stream.

Hands grabbing at your wrists he raised them up against the tiles above your head, as he captured your lips with his. Biting and deepening the kiss without a second thought did he press his front against yours. Keeping you pinned and nowhere to go but to beg into his mouth as he refused to give you the air to vocalize it.

Your body arched up into his, with Jon responding with biting down on your bottom lip until you gasped for him. Letting his tongue slide into your mouth, he spared no time brushing up against yours as your stances both allowed his cock to slip between your legs. Pressed up against your soaking core you whined and hands tensed against his hold, but never even considered leaving his kiss for a moment.

Shifting so one hand could hold both wrists, Jon never left your kiss. Guiding you to follow and explore him as much as he did you, did Jon take that distraction to grip his cock. Timing it with perfect cruelty, did Jon part from your lips, saliva traces connecting you as his dark eyes stared down at you at the same instance he shoved his length deep inside your soaking cunt.

The cry from you was beautiful, even better then a single sound he ever heard through his walls or from his imagination. Throbbing already, Jon kept a grip at your hip to steady you. He had thought he’d go slow, but he didn’t. Not at all. Cock dragging against your sensitive walls, your eyes looked up to his with a silent obedience. He loved to watch you, and you obeyed without even a command. Throbbing inside of you more, you responded by clenching so tightly around his cock that he had to make each thrust that much more pounding rough to sink as deep each time.

You were unfairly tight around him, so warm and yet you took his length so well. Jon could barley decide as he roughly pressed his lips to yours once more, if he had just perfectly moulded you into taking his cock alone, or if you had just been born to have Jon sink so deeply inside you every single chance he got.

Part of him bit at your lips as the thought growled through his chest. He should’ve done something about this long ago. He couldn’t even imagine if he had been brave enough years before, kiss you, tell you how he felt. How long he could’ve been making love to you just like this over and over. He throbbed at one thought in particular, but as soon as it drove his mind to see and feel a burning red, did he force it back down.

This was not the time for a thought like that, no matter how much his cock pounding into you rougher and rougher each thrust said otherwise. Maybe he hadn’t pushed it out of his mind, and he fucked you with that very thought overwhelming him so much Jon couldn’t think of anything but filling you. He had time and time again, but he needed to now, and he knew himself enough that he wouldn’t be done at all yet.

Letting go of your wrists, your hands fell down to wrap around the back of his neck, returning his kiss almost as desperate as he felt. Shifting you slightly, Jon cupped the back of your head to keep you attached to his lips as he felt his end come without notice. Disconnecting your lips he looked into your hooded eyes as his hands gripped at you bruising, each thick spurt of seed that filled you deeply. “Jon..”

His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. Roughly meeting you again to kiss you, Jon before his seed even was done pouring inside of you, did Jon begin to pound so much rougher, faster too. “I’d make you cum so much that they’d never get it out of their heads. They’d never be able to think of anyone but you for the rest of their lives, knowing they can’t have you.”

The moment you clenched around him so tight, Jon knew you were lost. Dragging you to hide in his neck, Jon gripped the back of your hair tightly as he gave you little mercy. Hips slapping quick against yours each time his cock sunk inside of you again and again, rasping through gritted teeth as it felt as if you rolled from one orgasm to another with how much Jon refused to ease up. “You belong to me, but I belong to you too, darling. I’m yours.” Barley did you nod, nails clawing at his back as you came for what felt like a third time.

Barley having come down from his own, the moment your third orgasm clenched around him did Jon feel too overwhelmed to hold back. Roughly muttering in your ear that he loves you, Jon’s seed hot and thick, spilled inside of you again as deep as he could. The hand at your hair shifted to press at your ass, force you to keep his cock as deep as he could until there was nothing left.

Minutes passed before he pulled away to look at you, both heaving to catch your breath, your hands still around the back of his neck but now clinging so sweetly as you looked wide eyed up to him, Jons the same right back. Not yet even pulling out of you, he muttered gently, “Do you want to lay down and I’ll finish here?”

Shaking your head, Jon found a soft grin come over him. Leaning to run his nose along the length of yours as you so sweetly ran your fingers through his curls. “Could I do it?”

That time, Jons grin was even brighter. Nudging your nose more playfully until you nudged back. “Whatever you want.”

By the time you had washed and rinsed his hair, did Jon carefully lean down to run the same cloth you used before on him, to run tenderly between your legs. His lips pressing a kiss to your mound before finally turning the water off. No one was around when he got you out of the shower and into his room.

Jon stood there bare as before, hands running along your hips with nothing perverse about the ask this time. “Do you want to get dressed?” Your brows raised in a surprise as he cupped your cheek to run this thumb over the soft skin. “I’d rather have you just like this, but it’s up to you.”

He couldn’t keep the adoration at bay, the shy way you nodded. Wanting to lay in his bed, in his arms as bare as he was still. Curling you into his front, you snuggled more naturally seeking out his warmth as his arms wrapped around to shield you from the world. It was a surprise when you said it, but the lulling tone spoke that perhaps your mind said it when falling asleep, not wanting Jon to hear what you no doubt thought was embarrassing in your waking hours. “I thought it was normal..”

Letting his face rest in your hair, something prideful filling his chest at how you always let him use his shampoo on you instead of yours, so that some part of you smelled like him in the mornings. “What?”

But you said the second part so much more asleep, fading out until you were peaceful in his arms. “Men hate cuddling after..had other girls to see..”

Jon didn’t need you awake to know what you meant. He knew Ramsay never stayed, and he learned from you directly in a great upset that morning that you knew he left to go see other girls, and now he had a hateful suspicion that Karl did the same. Part of him felt a clawing anger that both men could ever treat you like you were disposable, but another part of Jon just held you tighter.

Of course you thought Jon would’ve left you after that week, no man you’d ever been with before him had taught you anything other then you were just an object to fuck. Something to come home too and use before fucking off again with someone they liked better.

It had been less then a week at that point since he came home from the mess he caused, and as he fell asleep that night, Jon knew that he’d spend every day as long as it took, to prove not only that he would never do the same to you, but also to teach you what love felt like. Because Jon knew with no question as early as then, that his love for you was never going away, and he’d do anything to make sure you knew that from now on.

Now though, with almost two months passed, it seemed things were better. Jon had more opened up to you, and you to him finally finding a way to freely talk between you about everything, what it all made you feel and whatnot. Sat at the table in the kitchen, Jon had been picking away at the food in front of him across from Theon when Robb came home early in the afternoon for once.

Making his way into the kitchen as well, he clearly had been looking around before coming in the room. Looking to the two of them asking where you were, Jons eyes flickered up with the ever so slightest of narrowing towards him whereas Theon didn’t pick up on anything between either. “With Margaery and Sansa.” Moving to get food of his own, he continued to ask short questions, this time when you’d be back and again Theon answered in what he seemed to think was Jons natural silence. “Don’t know.”

Piping up between bites did Jon finally add in, “They’ll probably be at the house first for a while when they come back. Something Sansa said about giving her a break from all of us.” Theon glanced towards him with a bit of amusement that Jon could agree with. Even without everything else, living here with three men had to drive you crazy sometimes. No matter what you’d always argue against. He was glad you had someone like Margaery around, and with Sansa joining more too now, it made Jon feel relieved. That you could spend time away from the house with other girls, considering how little female friends you had growing up before.

Sitting down at a free space, Robb’s eyes found Jons for a moment before he too settled into his food. Only giving enough away that still there was something he was not saying, and Jon was getting rather fed up with his brother not saying anything about what this really was tense between them lately.

“Even if he is, he can’t be mad at you for that.”

Your eyes looked up in doubt. Flickering over to where Margaery sat, only to be found with a bright eyed knowing look at said she was going to side against you on that no matter what you then tried to argue. “It wouldn’t be the first time I did something like that.”

On the other couch from you beside her though, Sansa fully disagreed. Narrowed eyes, while in the direction of you, certainly spoke instead that it was an emotion directed at the subject not present of the discussion. “No, I meant he can’t be mad, meaning he has no right.” Your brows narrowed but she only looked at you with wider eyes, imploring you to just listen to her. “Do you know how many times over the years my father had to pick all three of them up from wherever they were because they had gotten so drunk they couldn’t drive? Or how often either Jory or Rodrick would drop them off in the middle of the night because they were causing trouble completely wasted in public?”

Your head tilted to the side for a moment, something almost akin to a smirk wanting to form for a moment as you thought it over. You didn’t know much of it, but enough from normally Theon to know that the few years on and off you spent going to schools in Kings Landing had given the three of them ample opportunity to get themselves into non stop trouble. Margaery didn’t help however, a knowing grin forming on her face before you could tell her to stop it. “Trust me, we got into plenty of trouble on our own.” Glancing to the curious look on Sansa’s face she only laughed. “You’d know if you weren’t such a goody two shoes in high school.”

The open mouthed audacity on Sansa’s face had you looking away trying not to laugh. Only could she protest that she was not, but you couldn’t help yourself. “Oh yes you were. How often did you even get punished for something?”

Her face squished together trying to find something to argue back with, but both of you knew that if it were between the sisters it was Arya who was the only one to be caught getting into mischief. Crossing both her arms, you and Margaery only could laugh as you leaned back, eyes trailing around the room.

The main home of the Starks was always so much larger then you remembered everytime you were there. Records of the family history said that thousands of years ago, it was the place of a castle but as times changed, some centuries ago did the property change with it. The different sections of land turned into different properties, and the main living space turned into a well build house that better then any southern places, stood the test of time. Even the room you were in looked nothing like it did years ago, but was in just as good shape.

Most of the Starks had their bedrooms on the second floor, with Ned and Catelyn having theirs to themselves on the third. But once more and more children began filling the rooms, did Jon volunteer himself to move into the basement. It too was large and expansive, a hall leading down to multiple rooms and the largest at the end had been taken as Jons bedroom.

In those years it looked drastically different. It was darker in the colours around, less cluttered with things but always filled with personality. One space was sat a very well taken care of guitar that he only seemed to ever be willing to bring out once he was sure everyone else in the house was asleep and wouldn’t hear him. By his TV was there a chair which seemed to normally be occupied by Ghost, and a love seat made from a surprisingly soft leather where for so many occasions as teenagers, you’d sit on one end with your feet draped over his lap, and Jon facing you on the other end. With his longer legs usually perched against the small space next to you somewhat bent by the knee as if you’d have needed permission from him to even get up.

The room was the coldest in the house, but it was made up for how there sat a fireplace, which was eventually where he set up the space for Ghost specifically when they got the direwolves. That space at least was still in use. The bed was new, but the area was tailored for Sansa’s own direwolf, Lady. Who laid there as you all sat down there that late afternoon. If not a bit larger for the times inevitably Arya’s wolf Nymeria would come down to join her sister.

Overall now it was mostly decorated by Sansa, who was glad to have found a new use for the area instead of what their father intended, which was to go back to using it as a storage space when Jon was the first to move out. Now painted in more light colours, throws and chairs and fairy lights around to make it somewhere that with the two of them down here with you, felt more calm. At least in contrast to the apartment currently, which had become the topic of discussion when you seemed less then enthusiastic about going back right away.

That was when the two had pried, and came to the discussion you were having now as Sansa directed you all back on track. “So you got drunk months ago and left the feast, then two months ago you got too drunk and he had to pick you up from a bar. If he’s mad at you for that, then that’s not your problem, it’s Robbs.”

Wanting to curl in on yourself, you sighed deeply in a doubt that they both could see. “Maybe it’s not just that. I mean, he had to be the one to put up with me the most those first few days when..”

Trailing off not wishing to retread an unpleasant discussion in front of them, but you should’ve known Margaery would be the one to drag it out into the open with a bitter spite about it. “You mean when the Targaryean showed up and tried to ruin your life?” Your voice shortly warning her by name only to be trampled over with more indigence on your behalf. “No, don’t do that. Don’t downplay what happened. I told you, you can sit there and blame yourself all you like, but you know better then anyone that I can spot when a woman is trying to worm her way into a mans life just to fuck over another woman she doesn’t like.”

“You’re being-”

Cutting you off again, Margaery only got more angry. “You do get that, don’t you? That the only reason Jon had to go with her that week, is because she demanded it. You said her advisor was the Lord Commanders son, you don’t think she probably manipulated both of them into ensuring she could take Jon from you for a week because she was stupid enough to think all men want to fuck her?”

Your own eyes tried to tell her to ease up, Sansa beside her didn’t help. “My father has talked about her a few times since then, and everything he says matches all that. She tries to manipulate people into thinking she’s kind and nice and perfect, but she’s just a-”

Voice overpowering them both with more of a shout, “Alright, I get what you’re trying to say. I appreciate the work on my behalf, but it’s just not that complicated. If that’s what happened, if this was really all because she tried to do this on purpose just to hurt me, then why wouldn’t Jon have just told me that? Why not say it, and then he wouldn’t have had to spend the past two months acting as if he was responsible for it all?”

But it was not either who answered, but a new voice coming around the corner with the same level of frustration in her voice that Sansa and Margaery had. “Because he would never give himself an out about you. He can’t make her apologize to you, so he takes all the blame and responsibility.” Glancing over your shoulder, you watched as Arya quickly walked into the room and flung herself into one of the soft chairs by you, her eyes narrowed as her voice sounded. “Jon would rather take the blame and do the work then make you think he was looking for excuses to make up for that week.”

A stare off occurred between you both for a moment before you tried to come back with what reason you could only see. “Let’s pretend that’s true.” Arya shouting right away that it was only for you to sternly talk over her into letting you speak. “Just humour me. Pretending that is one hundred percent the truth, what you three are saying, how is any of that supposed to help me figure out why Robb is the one mad at me now?”

That time the quiet lasted for a beat longer, for once the gentle tones of music low that Sansa had playing in the background was heard. Which amusingly did not match the tenseness now in the room between the four of you. Both sisters looked at the other, and in a language that neither you nor Margaery picked up on seemed to come to a conclusion that Sansa was now talking around. “Boys are stupid.”

Arya though, unable to help herself only smirked at her sister. “Yeah, that’s why you don’t date them anymore.” Her sister shouting Arya’s name, she only laughed to herself.

Sansa looking away trying to not act as if she was close to doing the same. “Anyways, I was saying. Boys are stupid when they get protective. You’ve always been like family to us, and Robb is just being stupid because he doesn’t know how else to express that he was worried about you then to be annoying about it. Which is no different then when he’s been worried about when me or Arya had a problem.” You were quiet though, only prompting her to lean forward in your direction. “What?”

Things you didn’t want to say to any of them, not sure if it was true what you thought you were noticing but also just in general as if it would sound like you were just gossiping. But your face had twisted downward enough that there was no hiding something else was on your mind and now with Arya and Sansa both here, they wouldn’t let you leave until you said it. For once, Margaery was amusingly, the one who respected your want for privacy the most as she watched you in thoughtful silence.

It came out less then confident, but you still said it. “That doesn’t explain why for the past few weeks, he and Jon have been acting as if they’re angry with the other everytime I’m in the room with both of them.”

Attention fighting down to look mindlessly at the nails that both girls had earlier in the day insist you get done with them, did you miss the even more significant glance between sisters, only for them to glance at a knowing Margaery, who only tilted her head as it confirming their silent suspensions.

Things the three realized, were a little more complicated then you were at all picking up on it seemed.

Your focus was always zeroed in on whatever it was you were doing at the time, concentration all but locked onto your task with little awareness of your surroundings. Sometimes things could make it a bit easier. None of the guys were around when you had gotten in, and when looking at the time you figured it was easiest to just start making food and if they appeared then there would be a plate ready for them.

It had nearly startled you into jumping with a gasp when a hand came and nudged at the side of your head accompanied by Theon’s voice. “Not your night.”

Only muttering back with the slightest of smirks you replied, “No, it’s yours. But you weren’t here.”

Your hands pausing their chopping, you looked up to the side at him with a raised brow, Theon only staring back before rolling his eyes in a manner you knew he didn’t really mean. “I’ll do the sides.” The smirk not quite smothered as you said a thank you and returning your focus.

It was easy with Theon at least, he was more of a talker then you, but he knew how keep a conversation going when appealing to your strengths and it helped keep your mind from solely focusing to the point you noticed nothing around you. You hadn’t thought much of it though, when the sensation of a large head bumping into you by the back of your knees hit you.

Twisting to look down, did you see not one, but two very expecting direwolves looking up at you in anticipation. Glancing to Theon who pretended not to notice, did you grab some more sizable pieces of already cooked meat you had out, kneeling down with the hand holding it in the air. “Ah, ah, you both know better.”

Greywind and Ghost glanced at one another before sitting down properly. Waiting a few seconds, did you transfer one into each hand allowing them both to take some, shamelessly chomping it down right there, as if expecting that you were going to pet them after, which you did.

The chuckle filling the room was warm, and not quite speaking to you but you could hear the grin as he no doubt nodded down to you. “Never met anyone whose as soft for them as her.”

Instinctively, your eyes glanced up to Robb in a playful glare. “Perhaps you are just too strict.”

Both wolves satisfied, were motioned out of the kitchen from Robb as you pushed yourself up to get back to work. “It’s not your night.” Theon gave you the out, that he was late so you started already. Sensing what he was about to do, you warned his name only for Robb to laugh. “I didn’t do anything.”

While that was true, you knew him better then that. “I’m almost done, just leave it.”

His hands in the air, you for a moment felt better. That whatever the girls had all said that afternoon might not be accurate, that things were fine. Robb seemed in good spirits, and the two of them could talk as you finished everything else up. You heard footsteps, but again, thought little of it until a warm body found it’s way close to your back. One gentle along your hair with a slight pull to get the loose strands out of your way, and his other reached around to sit along your wrist, tapping at the back of your hand without enough to disrupt you working. His rasp comforting in your ear, “These look pretty.”

The small smile tried to hide itself but no doubt Jon saw it as he moved to lean his side against the counter right beside you. “You can thank your sister for that, she picked the colours.” Jon only jesting lightly that of course she did, and your head turned to the side with a glint in your eye at the unspoken tease that you weren’t good at that so of course you deferred to Sansa’s judgment.

Without a second thought, as soon as you begun putting everything onto plates, Jon muttered in your ear as he made a passing grab by your hip to emphasize his point. “I’ll do this, sit.” In truth, you had a strange feeling you weren’t meant to notice it, nor did you think Theon was supposed to either given his expression.

The moment your eyes found the table, did you see Robb, but there was something more of a dark glare within them as you knew his eyes tracked right over to where Jon was. Your face fell just a little, and yet it seemed both brothers sensed they were watched closely and whatever mask was being put up, slipped just a bit.

Jons hand hovered a bit over Robbs spot, as if contemplating letting it drop roughly until Robb grabbed it more aggressively from him. Your eyes finally found Theons, who narrowed in the same confusion but without the shine of guilt which washed over yours. You knew when this started, and you couldn’t stop that feeling the entire meal. Something was tense between the two of them, and you knew it had all started after the night Robb had to pick you up from a bar.

When everyone was done, abruptly right before anyone could say anything, you started grabbing empty plates with a tense mutter. “You three are busy, I’ll deal with this.” Jon instantly called your name in a protest but you had already faced away from them at the sink without a thought. Only turning back to the table to clear the rest. Whomever was hovering in the room you didn’t want to think about it yet, that sting sat deep and bitter in your stomach. That again, it was your fault.

It wasn’t until halfway through did you sense Jon coming up behind you, the room now clear but you no doubt if judging by how close he stood with his hands gentle at your hips, leaning over your shoulder to look at you better. “Do you want to talk about whats bothering you?”

Your head rose only slightly to look at a spot on the wall, how instantly did Jon wonder if you were the one with something wrong and not something you caused. Shaking your head you could only hope your voice was convincing, but Jon knew better, and you knew that too. “Everything’s fine.”

One of those hands on your hips slowly slunk around your front, wrapping by your stomach and only pulling you back into him as he stepped forward to press properly against your back. “We both know that’s not true.” You shrugged one shoulder, wanting to just brush it off before you took pause. The gentle sensation like a current flowing through you as Jon pressed his lips to your neck. A sweet and slow peck, then another upwards, before making a chaste path with his lips to your ear as he rasped only enough for you. “If it’s something I can help with..”

Trailing off as he clearly picked up on the way you roughly swallowed, and the manner you were tense as you shook your head. The hand on your hip running up to your waist and back down, he was sure to listen to you, but you knew it was so he could pick up where he knew was a lie. “It’s fine, Jon. It’s just a me problem.”

You hated so much that Jon didn’t even hesitate to say it. “Which makes it my problem too.” For a moment you let yourself feel the warmth around you. Leaning back a bit into his touch, you sighed deeply in something emotionally exhausted, as Jon kissed the side of your head before resting against yours in matching. “Let me take you for a drive tonight.”

“Where?”

That time you felt him shrug, but without the weight you had before. “Anywhere. I feel like I leave you alone here too much, let’s get you some fresh air that doesn’t also smell like a nail salon.” You couldn’t see the brightness in his grey eyes looking over to you as you burst into an easy laughter. A small whine coming from behind, as you both turned your heads to see the excited face of Ghost. As if he had sensed Jon say the phrase go for a drive and got excited. “Alright, let me take both of you out for a drive tonight.”

Leaning more into him, you felt Jon turn his head enough to press his lips to your hair once more as you smiled a bit with something genuine. “I think I like the sounds of that.”

Muttering as he pushed off from you, “Good. You finish here, and I’ll get a few things ready.” Agreeing, you heard Jon and Ghost leave the room and thought little more for the time being of the tenseness from dinner. And yet that tenseness was exactly what was playing out just beyond your hearing on the other side of bedrooms in the apartment.

Leaning against the frame of his door, Jons voice was low enough that only it could be heard within the room. “If there’s something you want to say to me Robb, I’d rather you just say it.” Both knew he meant about you. Turning where he sat by his desk, Robb just looked up to him with a sharp expression as if trying to assess his brother.

“You want to know what’s wrong?” Jon only nodded once, but the moment Robb said your name he took a step forward and closed the door as Robb stood up. “Do you know what it’s like, having to watch you pretend as if everything is fine with you two?” Jon felt a wave of confusion as if he had no idea what he was talking about, forcing him to elaborate. “You come home after what you put her through, say you’re sorry and that’s it? You don’t pay any consequences for how you made her feel?”

Jon turned his head, a warning not to push him on this as his grey eyes darkened. “You have no idea what you’re saying.” Robb only pressing that didn’t he, but Jon felt something flow through his veins that was tinged with more of an anger. “What would you know about how I spend my time with her? Or what I’ve done to make up for all of that?”

Only, what came out of Robbs mouth even to him, very much had the air around it as if it slipped out without meaning too. “All you’ve done to make up for forcing her think you were willing to fuck someone else, was to just start fucking her more.”

The room was as silent as it could get. Robb right away glanced away with something of guilt for what he had said, but Jon stood there with that anger burning hotter and hotter. He wanted to make it sound as easy as that, as uncomplicated as that when he had no idea. Robb didn’t understand what Jon was like with you, why you two were the way you were. He didn’t understand that Jon didn’t just take you to bed for the fun of it, it meant so much more then that to him.

But was he willing to explain that to Robb of all people? No, he wasn’t sure he was willing, or even came close to wanting too. “I know what this is.”

A doubt splashed Robbs face as it amused by his confidence. “Do you?”

Turning his head slightly, a disbelief flashed in his eyes as Jons tone matched in a low and dangerous warning. “You wanted me to come home and fix things with her. You wanted me to pursue her in the first place. How many times over the years did you tell me to kiss her already and get it over with? You wanted her to be with me, and now you’re mad that I’m trying to move on from where I screwed up?”

They could only stare at one another as Jon knew for a fact Robb didn’t have anything to say against that in spirit. He wasn’t blind, he knew what this was. He could see it on his brothers face and he hated how angry it made him. Almost as angry as he felt knowing Robb wasn’t even brave enough to say it.

Muttering low, Robb kept his calm far better then Jon was. “I never told you to hurt her.”

Jon could see it, hear it. The things he learned, what men who knew Karl Tanner told him, what he knew of Viserys Targaryean, what he had to endure every night Ramsay Bolton stayed over with you, he knew none of what men before Jon had put you through. Robb only saw Jon as the problem, and refused to accept that he didn’t have to put the work into fixing things with you right before his eyes for such events to even be taking place.

One step forward was taken, Jons face twisting into something still on edge but perhaps a bit on the side of pleading. “You want to be mad at me? Go ahead.” Bringing up your name with a strain in his voice as Robb looked away. “But don’t take it out on me in front of her. You’re only making her upset, and she doesn’t need that right now.” About to leave, Jon barley let his head turn to call out to him once more. “I’m going out tonight with her and Ghost, so you don’t need to let him out later.”

If Robb said anything in return, Jon had let the door close roughly behind him before it could hit his hears. Hand still on the handle as his jaw clenched, eyes closing long enough to let out a breath. “The fucks wrong with you two lately?”

Eyes flying open he looked over to Theon, who was not blind to the anger flowing through Jons person nor the tension from this side of the apartment in general. “Nothing.”

Theon raised an eyebrow, a scoff leaving as he crossed his arms leaning against the wall. “No? Suppose then it’s a coincidence you two looked like you wanted to kill each other at dinner.” Again, Jon just rebuffed that it wasn’t anything to worry about, and again, Theon laughed like he did not buy that for a single moment. “Right. That’s why you nearly broke Robbs door slamming it shut. Also, she’s waiting for you.”

Nodding down the hall despite nothing to see, did he pass Jon by with nothing resentful in his tone and he could at least have that. That not everyone in this place was angry with him. Running a hand over his mouth, Jon let the nerves loosen before seeking you out. He needed to keep this as far from you as possible, he knew how you’d react and he couldn’t bear to watch you blame yourself for anything else that wasn’t your fault.

Seeking you out though, for a moment Jon could let all of that fall to the wayside, the smile you gave looking up from where you were petting and scratching at Ghosts excited ears. “Are you ready?”

Jon only smiled, leaning down to join as he ran his hands over the direwolf’s back more firmly. “Give me one more minute, I have something else I need to grab.” Asking as he stood if you wanted him to get Ghost in the car for him, Jon only laughed as he held his hands out. Grasping your smaller ones he pulled you with no effort up onto your feet. “Don’t let him knock you to the ground.”

Instead of letting you go, Jon looked at you. What he argued with Robb over, not a single inch near his mind in that moment. One hand trailed up to cup your cheek before gently pulling you up to meet his lips leaning down. Nothing deep or even long, but a chaste kiss that lingered as your eyes took a bit to open as he looked over you. Thumb running along your cheek as his other hand let you go to pass around you. “I’ll be right there.”

Digging into a drawer, did Jons phone go off. A simple message he had sent Tormund answering that he figured out what Robb seemed pissed off about, but Jon was completely taken back by the response he now looked at, Jon only looked up for a moment. He knew you were outside, no one was looking at him, but still. The nerves of anger before were nothing like these ones.

A follow up text told him that it wasn’t a joke, Tormund just suggested that as if it wasn’t something that glued Jons feet and heart to the floor for a moment. Putting it to sleep, Jon forced himself to put his phone away, trying to shake off everything filling him in that moment as he finally grabbed what he needed.

Jon came in here to for one thing, only to leave with a mind filled with thoughts of another he wished Tormund never put in his head. Certainly not now of all times, not when it truly was in the strictest terms, a way to make his territory known.

Worse off, the smile you gave him when he met you by the car only made Jon force himself to push the thought deep down, that he didn’t at all hate the idea. Not by a long shot.

He wondered if he should head back. The drive was very much needed, you and Jon had a chance to just talk, laugh, no one else around as he drove you through the wide, expansive North. At one point you both had stopped, giving Ghost a chance to do his business when you both walked a bit in the meantime. Coming up on a large pond, there was enough of a section like a beach that you could both stand there together.

Jon had at one point picked you up and teased that he would drop you in the water when Ghost had happily splashed around you both, barking freely in a playfulness that Jon told you was the direwolf saying he should drop you. Instead he had more gently dropped you down onto the grass behind you both, resting more on your sides until a certain someone had decided to shake his fur out right beside you both.

It was some of the easiest times with you Jon always had. Just you both out in the North somewhere with Ghost, no expectations of any sort. All of you getting to just act exactly as you liked. Finally he had found a good destination to stop at, a more cliffside view overlooking the wolfswood. Not even leaving the car, did Jon move everything to pull you into his side, where he was now.

Curled more into his chest, one hand gently holding at the top of his shirts collar as if asking him not to leave yet, you had slowly fallen asleep. Ghost had drifted in and out until he heard the direwolf yawn in the backseat. His head moving to slip by you both as it to rest against your side as you slept against Jons.

The time said he should head back, but he’d have to risk waking you up to do that and he wasn’t so sure he was willing to part just yet with that. Instead, his mind drifted to what he figured out beyond a shadow of a doubt that night.

When this started he wasn’t sure, but it seemed it had exploded the night Robb picked you up from a bar. He was jealous. He was jealous that Jon was with you. Separated from the tenseness of home, Jon had two minds about it. One side of him actually understood. Looking down to you, Jon let the hand not wrapped around you, move to brush your loose hair behind your ear, his fingers tracing along your cheek as he lingered.

Jon had never gone a day in his life knowing you where he didn’t think you were beautiful. The first time he ever saw you as a boy he thought you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, and that only increased the more his feelings did. You were smart and sweet too, somehow a mixture of stern and to the point but also sweet and gentle hearted in private. Jon knew what his brother would’ve seen in you, because Jon had never gone a day in his life where he didn’t see it all over again.

But the other part of him, was angry. Jon fucked up. He never denied that, he knew taking off was the worst thing he could’ve done and he had spent every moment since making sure you knew he was never going to treat you like that again. Things had been great since. You settled into being with Jon more after that, realizing together that he wasn’t going anywhere and he wasn’t judging everything you did. You were even easing more and more into feeling comfortable telling him you loved him.

Yet that was why he was angry. Jon knew he screwed up badly, and things had been for the better since trying to remedy his own mistake. But Robb either refused to see it or didn’t care and was just holding it against him. Somewhere along the line, his brother started to look at you differently, and let that protectiveness of that one night overtake everything before that.

He loved his brother, and Jon knew Robb loved him back. They’d always have the other no matter what, but this was a new obstacle that was as unique as it was sensitive. Robb wanted to judge Jon for the worst thing he did with you, and take it as that was all the relationship would ever be. Jon had known you for so many years, and yet these past few months you both had opened up to each other more then your whole lives.

It was as if being with the other meant there was a whole new person to meet and fall in love with all over again. Jon adored every second of it, and he refused to let Robb suddenly feeling jealous to overpower that.

Robb had many relationships in his life, Jon only ever had one. Robb dated women in and out as soon as he was old enough to kiss a girl before finally tiring of that sort of serial dating and put it to the wayside ever since. Jon only ever had one relationship before, and it was in the two years you last went away to Kings Landing, and later a few months in Essos, that it even happened.

Jon didn’t really have that much interest in her, but he had moved out, he was still new in the Nights Watch and thus was spending either all of his time at his station or beyond the Wall and barley had the time to talk to you anyways. It was desperate. He missed his family and friends, but he knew he missed you more and he wanted to pretend as if he could date like normal, like Robb did. He was desperately in love with you, but was so far from being with you that he couldn’t stand it, and faked it with someone who was not kind to him, to the determent of his own mental health.

By the time it was coming to an end, he was lost. He never told his family what exactly had gone on, all they knew was he was in a relationship with a girl beyond the Wall, that ever since it started Jon was miserable and angry and not himself, and that despite Jon never saying much about her or bringing her even close to around the Starks, they knew enough. Benjen had spilled most of that to them one day that the girl he was dating was a lot less kind then Jon was letting on, and the same night his father invited Jon over to talk about it finally, did the news reach that you were moving back to the North and found a place right by Winterfell.

He told you very little about it, but the morning you were said to come back, Jon called you promising he’d pick you up from White Harbour. By the time you got there that night, he had broken up with Ygritte in the mere hours between the call, and him arriving at the docks. And he never looked back afterwards. Hand still running over your cheek, Jon could remember it easily.

The way you looked around as if doubting that he was going to be there, before he spotted you. Not a care in the world he had when Jon had practically spun you around in a hug before putting your feet back to the ground. It was the first time he had smiled like that in years.

This was it. You were each others first true chance at this, at love. And as Jon sat there, as much as he understood why his brother begun feeling that way, he too felt angry that his brother didn’t even see how selfish it was. He had every chance to find a girl he loved, and Robb seemed to let his stubborn nature get in the way of the fact that by choosing to focus so much on you, he wanted to take away the first time you or Jon ever had at a relationship that made you feel loved and happy.

Jon eventually chose not to wake you up, carefully moving enough so that you could sleep resting in his lap as he drove home. A hand constantly running through your hair at every red light he’d hit. He didn’t want to make things tense for you, nor did he want to damage his own relationship with Robb but he wasn’t going to let this happen.

Carrying you into the house, you still hadn’t woken up, but when Jon finally got into bed with you, you curled into his front all the same. Jon just wished you could’ve been spared, and stayed oblivious to the tension between the two brothers.

Since Jon had absolutely no idea what he was going to do about any of it.

These nights were rare, everyone gathered at the house for such long periods of time. But it was always taken advantage of by everyone. It was funny at first, when the topic came up of a family dinner in the main Stark house, and how all three of them had given you the same look when you had commented that it would be weird having to make food only enough for yourself that night.

Theon had been the one to say it as bluntly as possible, “I’m sorry Baratheon, did you hit your head or are you really that stupid thinking you’re not coming?” Looking wide eyed at them with a stammer leading to nothing, did he smirk. “If you didn’t show up with us, all that would happen is Bran, Arya, and Rickon would all storm in here and guilt trip you into coming over anyways.”

Jon hadn’t come close to saying it, but he thought you were adorable in that moment. As if dating him had suddenly made you invade on his family life when you weren’t supposed to. As if his father hadn’t looked at you like one of his own since you were a girl anyways. Now, with everything in the kitchen still cooking, it gave the Stark siblings a chance to all hang around together in the main room.

You had yet to actually shed that worrisome nature, like you were now the overbearing girlfriend tagging along to her boyfriends every event. Almost as soon as you got in the door, did you go to help Catelyn in the kitchen and Jon hadn’t even seen you since. Everyone else preoccupied with something, Jon had found a moment just sitting forward on the couch, a smirk as he watched Bran and Rickon both try and take on Robb and Theon in a fight, the later two tied between playing weaker for amusement or getting the upper hand with ease for a laugh.

Jon had simply given instructions from the side to his little brothers, both of whom took his words seriously as if this was a training session. A weight sat next to him on the couch, only for the low rumble of his fathers voice hit his ears alone. “Since I already know about this one, do I finally get to hear anything about it?”

Jons brows furrowed for only half a second before it dawned on him. It was perhaps not the right approach, but his eyes flickered to Robb for a moment when he said it. “I would’ve thought Robb told you about it already.”

Ned Stark though was not a man who gave up easily against his sons own stubborn nature. A small wack on the back did he prompt him to get up with him, “Come on.”

It was a small bar like area off the main dining room, a wide frame leading into the kitchen where if Jon strained himself, he would just be able to hear you and Catelyn talking over everything else in the kitchen running. Reaching a hand out, Jon took a second to again register what he meant, before handing his father the glass in his hand. That time filling it up with something a bit stronger then what everyone else had been all drinking before in the main room.

Filling his own as Jon took a first sip, a bit of a wince wanting to come over him for how strong it was only to find a similar held back expression hiding behind his fathers face too. Leaning against one end of the bar, his father came over to the other matching his posture before asking what he really wanted to ask. “Are things alright with her?” Nodding towards the kitchen. “As soon as she got her jacket off she’s been with Cat instead of out there with you.”

Jons face twisted into a troubled frown at first. Looking down into the amber liquid in his glass, contemplating taking another drink before deciding against it just yet. His voice was a low rasp for no one to accidentally hear the much more frustrated tone he finally allowed himself to have. “We’re good. We’re better then good.” The huff of a smile on his face didn’t meet his eyes, but what existed was real all the same.

Ned only watched his son in knowing quiet, that if he were to interrupt before Jon could get his thoughts out in full, he may just shut down about the details all together.

Which after a moment, Jon continued. “When I was driving back from the Shadow Tower, I was terrified I screwed up too badly. I left her for a week when she needed me, and I thought that was it. My one chance with the girl I’d been in love with my whole life and it took me barley over a month to ruin it.” That time, the sip Jon took was noticeably larger then the one before. “But..she gave me a chance. Let me make it up to her, prove I could do better then that.”

His father didn’t even hesitate to further more close off that manner of thinking, just the way Jon knew you would were he honest about it all. “You made a mistake, Jon. She was never going to hate you forever over one mistake.”

It was a mutter, but of course he heard. “A mistake that nearly spiralled her out of control.”

Leaning over, Ned grabbed the bottle he had used and refilled Jons depleting glass as well as his, if just to get him through this conversation, which even though he didn’t say it, Jon was thankful for. “I’ve made many mistakes in my life, never any bad enough to push people away for good. Which means I knew you two would get passed this. I raised you better then to make a mistake worse then anything I ever did.”

Perhaps it was an attempt at trying to ease his own tension, but Jon muttered into the glass with a bit of a jesting tone, “No idea what that might be.” Just as the words silenced, did both hear the faint sounds of Catelyn from the kitchen as she said something muffled to you. Only causing both men to smirk just the slightest.

Jon didn’t meet his fathers eyes, only staying halfway between the glass in his hand and the ground but he always listened intently. “Listen, I don’t know what Danaerys Targaryean was trying to do with you that week, and I can’t speak for anyone else, but I never thought something was going to happen.” Gesturing to the kitchen again, “I’ve seen you be in love with her since the day Stannis and Robert brought her up for her first Winter Harvest. The second she walked in house, I thought I was going to have to call Maester Luwin because you looked like you were having a heart attack.”

That time, the smile and laugh was far more real. He remembered that vividly.

“Then after the feast was over, when everyone outside was starting to dance, I noticed she had walked away from her family and was trailing around outside watching everyone like she wanted to join in. I came over to her, asking if she wanted someone to dance with and she said she didn’t know the one they were doing. So I said to her that you could teach her.” Jon finally turned to look over at his father, something confused in his mind as his memory of that night came nowhere near that, only for Ned to chuckle fondly. Eyes distant in his own memory that time. “If you can believe it, she was too shy.”

Jons chuckle was only stopped by one thought, and perhaps it was found out of a certain brother of his once more trying to get in where Jon had thought was his, even if back then it was nothing like that. “She came the next year and knew how, who taught her?”

If his father sensed Jons worry about the answer, it was more obvious there was a worry in general when his shoulders greatly deflated right away. “Benjen. Overheard, and said that because I was a married man, she needed a real dance partner.”

He could imagine that so easily. You would’ve been what, he thought, eight? You were tiny then, his uncle probably had just picked you up and danced with you that way instead of leaning all the way down just to meet your then tiny height. “I never knew that.”

Straight to the point his father was, “You danced with her every year after that until you were what? Fourteen?” That was not wrong, it was when Jons feelings for you had started to turn a lot more serious, a lot more adult. And playfully dancing with you at the Winter Harvest started to suddenly feel more romantic when other boys his age were dancing with girls because they were dating, and he didn’t want to so easily give away how he felt.

Either way, his father came around to his main point. “What I’m getting at Jon, is that you two have been dancing around each other ever since. It was always going to end up here. You’re good for each other. You make her happy, and she makes you happy. Sometimes that’s enough.”

Nodding, Jon looked back up into the kitchen as if wishing for a glimpse of you only for them all to be properly called to the table. Patting him on the back once, Ned parted ways before making his way into the kitchen and out of his sight.

Left alone, Jon looked over his glass before a deep sigh left him. Downing what remained in the glass, he had only just twisted to sit it on the top of the bar counter before he heard you only a few feet away from him. “Having me here that bad?”

That time, Jon knew right away you were teasing. The brightness in your eyes as you leaned against the frame looking over at him. Pushing up off the counter he made his way over to you, a hand held out for you to gently grasp. Pulling you into his front the moment you did, your hands grasped at his forearms while he held at your waist. “You were supposed to come over with us and enjoy yourself.”

You only shrugged, something telling Jon that perhaps you were stretching the truth a bit. “I did, I like cooking you know that.”

A smile came over Jons face, forcing one hand on his arm to release as he moved it up to brush the hair by the side of your face back to cup with his hand, feeling you somewhat lean in to his touch. A joke or two sat on his tongue, but Jon took the path of neither. Instead choosing to lean down, watching your eyes flutter closed right away as you let him press his lips to yours. Cupping both cheeks, your hands held at his waist. It was nothing urgent. A chaste kiss that didn’t go too deep, but kept you to his lips for longer then decency permitted. Which seemed to be the issue as a cleared throat caused Jon to pull away from you.

The ever displeased eyes of Catelyn looked at him in a heavy disapproval as she nodded to the side where the others were. “I believe it would be appropriate to bring her to the table when dinner is called.”

Your mouth was slightly parted in embarrassment, but Jon nodded. Not really letting go of you, just allowing his hands to slide down to your waist and back as he turned you towards the hall.

The moment Catelyn was out of sight did you look up over at him with a fluster, “I am so-”

Nudging you playfully forward more, Jon let the sudden jarring push cut you off for him. “Don’t be sorry. Just let me make it up to you later.”

You had been smart enough not to ask Jon what he meant, save he gave you another reason to sit down utterly flustered and stammering in front of everyone at the table. Which given you were sat next to Jon but across from Robb, was certainly the better choice. Though, that did not bode well considering it meant both brothers were in eye view of each other as much as they were you.

Perhaps it was a bad idea for you to come. That was what the slow progression of dinner had made you come to realize. You knew that your recklessness had been the thing that begun whatever this rift between brothers was, but you had hoped your very presence wasn’t enough to cause it to grow when so many other people were around.

Only you really noticed it at first, how neither brother seemed willing to speak to one another, but were pleasantly conversing with other people no issue. Quickly did their silence only between each other draw you into more of your own silence. Not the most chatty of the group you ever were, but now more then ever as Jon nor Robb would just talk to the other like normal, did you feel increasingly like you shouldn’t be there. That maybe without you, there wouldn’t be a reminder of this issue you caused between them.

It was obvious whose gaze you felt at one point, but you didn’t bother looking up at her. You didn’t have it in you to tell Sansa or Arya that clearly they’re assurance that everything would be fine wasn’t true and it would only ever reach the actual conclusion that you were the common denominator of a problem anymore. Months you had been the problem, and you seemed to never stop being it.

He was still young, a boy of eleven he had little filter on him and even then, there was still an innocence in why he asked it. Just pure curiosity as to how this sort of dynamic worked when Rickon in a beat of quiet between conversations he had looked over towards yourself and Jon, “Are you going to get married?”

The table growing even more quiet as most cutlery even stopped moving. The only voice was a more stern whispering hiss from Catelyn. “Rickon.” Who only protested that he just wanted to know. Jons eyes were wide and taken off guard as he looked to the eyes on him at the table, yours stuck to your plate unwilling to even meet their expressions at all.

Whatever eyes were trained on you both, you felt as if someone amongst them was making their gaze angry and uncomfortable to even risk looking up at. Luckily, a man acting the calm voice of reason at the best or most awkward of times did Ned be the one to speak up. “They’ve only just started seeing each other. Normally it takes two people a long time to agree to get married.”

But something seemed to have been pinging in the boys mind. Either unsatisfied with the answer, or needing more detail to scratch at that itch making him so curious. “But Jon’s known her for years, isn’t that enough time?”

Arya spoke next, more of a tone drenched in an amusement towards her brother as much as it took on a bit of a lecturing tone. “Father means when they’ve been dating for a long time. Besides, lots of people date and don’t get married.”

“But aren’t they supposed to?” The expressions of most of the Starks were in much more amusement just like Arya. The conversation taking a strange turn but as it was about Jon and yourself, most seemed to feel like they didn’t need to quell it before making anyone uncomfortable. A little bit of that in the Stark household was normal. Arya asking why he thought you two would supposed to get married now of all times, and did not a single person at the table expect the words to come out of Rickons mouth next.

“Because she’s pregnant.”

Without a shadow of a doubt, every single person there was now staring in a wide eyed shock towards you both. Your own mouth parted open in a confused stammer that never developed into words, Jon next to you looking akin to a spooked horse. There was not a word said as everyone looked to you both for an explanation but you sat with something that paralyzed your ability to speak.

The only pair of eyes that weren’t staring at you in a confused shock, were Robbs deep blue ones that as soon as you met them did they dart to Jons in what was an undoubted glare of suspicion.

An attempt to salvage the situation, Ned cleared his throat to ask his youngest where exactly he had heard that but the answer made less sense then before. “Jon was talking about it with someone on his phone.” His little brother turning to him with a more apologetic wince, “I wasn’t looking on purpose..”

Jons own head shifted slightly to the side as if he wished to tell his little brother it was alright but there was an obstacle in his way just like there was you. Only, you didn’t know what that meant, and Jon clearly did despite how little it told you what brought Rickon to this conclusion. Trying to speak through something rough in his throat Jon attempted to simmer down the situation with the most direct truth. “She uh...” Running a hand over his mouth he forced the words out through what everyone could tell was the most uncomfortable they’d ever seen him. “She’s not pregnant.”

“Oh. But I thought-”

Rickon being interrupted by Catelyn, sternly looking to him no doubt trying to drop this discussion if not for Jons sake, then certainly yours. “Rickon. You shouldn’t be looking at messages on other people’s phones, it’s an invasion of privacy.”

Arya tried to ease it as well, “And you thought you saw something that wasn't even true anyways.”

Trying to protest with something else, Catelyn again shut it down telling him that was enough, but it was for mostly nothing. Very suddenly did the loud scratch of wood dragging against the floor ring out as you pushed back from the table. Barley managing to mutter out an “Excuse me.” The name muttered beside you hardly even registered as Jon before you had walked passed all of the eyes at the table and found your winding path the door outside.

The no sounds within the house shut away the moment you closed the sliding glass behind you, only the sounds of night and nature out. The breeze of the wind felt both refreshing and relieving on your skin, the nerves flowing through nearly having made a light sheen of sweat come over you in the time it took your feet to reach here. Your heart felt like it begun to race enough your hands grasped at the railing against the edge of the deck, leg bent back at the knee as your head dropped.

The tightness in your chest as if something heavy sat atop it and everything felt too overwhelming as if the anxiety overtook the remainder of your senses, replacing it with it’s stinging ire as your mind told you what you already know, you shouldn’t have even come. Ever since the day you called Jon to come get you from Karl Tanner’s house, you had kept screwing up the lives of the Starks over and over and the weight felt insurmountable without even being able to explain to yourself why.

Shoving his brother in the side did Bran shout at him, “Look what you did.” Rickon had no qualms about shouting back that he didn’t do anything but Bran didn’t let up as much as he did. “Why did you even say that?” Again his little brother only shouting back more angry that he just wanted to know as tempers flowed between them.

“You didn’t just ask, you made assumptions about things you don’t understand.” Rickon shouting back now to Arya that he did understand but the more voices raised the easier it was for the three of them to rile each other up further, and the more Ned had to play referee to get his children to stop.

There was a deep guilt sitting in Jons stomach, it was a misunderstanding from something he knew his youngest brother didn’t grasp was something he shouldn’t have just said to the whole family. But he knew it was still on his shoulders, he should’ve deleted the messages days ago. He should’ve never kept them, never looked at them again and Rickons wandering eyes wouldn’t have been in the perfect spot for one singular moment to get the wrong idea.

He felt very little compulsion however, to say a word as he got up to follow you. He could feel the remainder of eyes not currently entangled in an argument look up at him, but with shoulders tense and his jaw clenched trying to breathe evenly did Jon swiftly pass by everyone else out of the room.

An idea of where you’d likely go, but before Jon could get anywhere near the back of the house did a voice stop him that he truly did not want to deal with right now. “Snow.”

Stopping in place, Jons eyes closed as long as it took to exhale roughly, before turning around to see an equally as aggravated Robb come up to him. It was a short, barking tone but Jon was not in the mood for the look in his brothers eye who was as ready no doubt to chew him out as he did months ago on the phone. “What, Robb?”

Closing the gap, his brother had the decency to lower his voice to a mutter rather then allow anyone else to hear them. “How about you start by telling me what went on back there?” Jon barley rasping out that they could do this later, only to have Robb grab him by the shoulder and roughly pull Jon back to face him. “Or you tell me now before I let you follow her out there and make her feel worse.”

In an instant did Jons eyes darken as they narrowed, stepping up more into his space Jon let an edge sit right at the back of his throat. “You think I wanted Rickon to say all that? That I wanted her to get embarrassed in front of everyone?”

Robb kept his tone as falsely calm as he could knowing Jon did not buy it. “No, but what I do want to know is what in seven hells were you talking about in the first place that made him think that?”

It took a significant amount of effort within Jon not to raise his voice. He knew saying it bordered on petty, but it came out along with the anger anyways as he muttered, “What I say to my friends about my girlfriend has nothing to do with you.”

Neither took the high rode, to simply allow the anger sit apart from one another until a civil discussion could be had. “We all tried to protect her from her ex’s before. She’s still my friend, why shouldn’t I still protect her now?” Jon said not a word, whatever his brother was trying to imply, his silence was daring him to have the bravery and say it. The way Robb didn’t have the bravery to still even admit the only reason he cared this much was because he was jealous.

But Robb didn’t say it, the way he didn’t before and Jon only shook his head slow and once. “You don’t even know what you’re trying to protect her from, because you know there isn’t anything. You know I’m not trying to hurt her, or embarrass her.” Should he have said it when Robb hadn’t actually said his own side in truth? Jon wasn’t sure, but he felt the line in the dirt trying to be crossed and he was putting a stop to it before either of them went too far. “And I sure as hell never protected her from all her ex’s because I wanted to be the one to prove I was better for her.”

Robb’s expression twitched, but did not make a chance, nor did Jon care about waiting to see what that would be. He wanted to make a bigger problem out of everything then it all was because he hated that he for once felt like the one on the outside. But Jon wasn’t responsible for getting his brother passed that feeling, not by a long shot.

But, that didn’t stop the fact that his own brother, his closest companion his whole life, had suddenly decided Jon was simply no better then the men who abused you before him. And it didn’t stop the fact that as much as it made Jon angry, it also hurt a great deal to feel Robb losing that trust in him so quickly.

A warm had suddenly pressed against your upper back, the startled jump you followed with just as suddenly simmer down to a relaxed feeling beyond even what you were moments before. Jon came up close next to you, standing up straight to your leaning figure without invading your space too much when he wasn’t sure how much you had come down yet. “Do you want me to get-”

Shaking your head, your voice a bit weak but not anywhere near as shaking as you suspected he thought it would’ve been. “No, it’s alright. I’m fine.” Muttering a question of if you promised, and you nodded. Only to add right away in what you knew he preferred to hear out loud. “I promise. I just..I needed some air. I- I don’t know why I freaked out for a moment.”

Looking more up to where he stood, there was that narrowed worry in his brows but that shine which echoed so beautifully in the moonlight of his grey eyes bright looking down at you. “I’m so sorry, darling.”

You took him by surprise, how little you held any of those nerves or worry in your voice or person whatsoever as you shook your head. Pushing to stand up a bit straighter, you felt Jon turn a bit to lean his back against the railing to face you better. “Unless you paid Rickon to embarrass both of us in front of your family, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

A doubt washing across his face it was as if a force was compelling him to explain himself in the manner you would ramble, but if Jon didn’t like when you did that, you wouldn’t let him either. Trying to begin explaining the misunderstanding, you grasped gently at his hand. Pulling it to your front as you shifted to face him, both hands opening up his fingers curled into themselves and gently toyed with them before you let your other hand loose so it could sit more against his stomach. “Jon.” His eyes finding yours, soft and genuine as if the roles were revered against his now worried ones. “You don’t need to justify saying something about me in private to your friends. I’ve talked about you in private before.”

As if the worry dropped, did Jons eyes glint with something playful as a small smirk came to his lips, “Oh?” His free hand now grabbing at your waist, his other toying with your hand that still gently held his. “What exactly does a girl like you say about her boyfriend in private when he’s not around?”

It was a skill, as soon as the roles reversed between you did Jon gain the upper hand all over again as you instantly felt flustered at his implication. The stammer now much more real trying to protest against the handsome grin on his face. “I don’t- it isn’t about anything like that.” Trying to pull away did Jon twist so he could snatch at your hand toying with his and tug you into his front more. Grabbing your other to do the same when you let the other try to squirm free too. The laugh building in your chest, trying to keep it withheld when he was like this, not to spur him on more. “I only meant when I’m worried about things, I bring you up.”

Narrowing his eyes ever so slightly, Jon did not let it go. “That doesn’t really narrow anything down.”

He let out the first genuine laugh, as soon as your face fell flat. A hand moving to cup your cheek, Jon let the amusement between you both linger for a minute as he let his thumb trail over your cheek and jaw, keeping your gaze locked onto his before he found his voice, soft and gentle once more. “It was something Tormund was saying, what Rickon saw.” Clarifying when your face had turned to a more confused one. “He’s young, he didn’t understand what we were talking about. He just saw your name and something about getting pregnant and put the dots together thinking I was talking about you right now.”

It wasn’t meant as an interrogation, and in your mind you knew Jon didn’t take it was one but you hesitantly asked it regardless. “Do...do you and him talk about me getting pregnant a lot?”

Jons shrug was followed with something affectionate in his voice, but also there was something to tell you that he wasn’t being dishonest either. Even through the confidence he said it, pulling you by your waist just a bit closer to him. “More often then never.”

Biting down on on your tongue, you attempted to mask the fluster from invading your smile but Jon would’ve seen it anyways as you muttered, pretending as if it was to yourself alone. “I’m not sure I even want to know how that conversation came about between you two.”

Unbeknownst to you, Jon felt that weight in his heart again. Both in a knowing and an anger for why in the first place, but not coming close to making you feel as if that feeling was even there save if you mistaken it towards you. “No, probably not.” Asking gently if he wanted to go back inside, Jon instead chose to turn you in place. Putting your front back against the railing of the deck, as both of his arms came to perch against them encasing you between them and his front now warm against your back.

A tender rasp as he leaned down to your ear. “Let me keep you out here a while. By the time they bring out dessert, everyone will have moved on.” A large hand coming up to pull back the hair draped over your shoulder, moving it to lay against the other as he tucked the stubborn loose strands behind your ear. His lips pressing just once against the skin of your neck as he muttered into it. “Now when I actually get you pregnant, they’re not going to believe me.”

“Jon-” Loudly protesting his name with a laugh, Jon wrapped his other hand around your front to keep you in his arms as he laughed loudly right back. Only he could be the one to embarrass you it seemed.

“You’re an idiot.”

The manner which Robb turned to glare at Sansa was not unlike the stern warning kind he’d given all of his younger siblings many times before, as was the tone low but even hissing from him. “Don’t start.”

As if she didn’t hear, Sansa came to invade where he stood. Blocking the view he had of the outside back of the house all together, her frustratingly tall height meant that unless he physically moved her himself, he couldn’t avoid her irritated attitude towards him. “You don’t get to be the one pushing for your brother to date your friend, only to get angry with him when he finally does it. That’s on you for not doing anything in the first place.”

Narrowed his eyes at her with a tilt of his head, Robb found even more warning in his tone which Sansa did not at all take to heart. “That is not what this is about, Sansa.” Only challenging back that wasn’t it? Turning enough to unblock his view of the outside, right at the edge of the window’s view could one just manage to see Jon and you on the upper deck. You tucked back into his chest, with gentle smiles and laughs being shared in your perceived outdoor privacy.

Without even thinking, did Robbs eyes get drawn right back to the sight only to realize with a huff and a roll of them away from it did he know Sansa had caught him red handed. And she spared no time addressing it. “If you were interested in her, then you never should have encouraged Jon to make a move after what happened with Ramsay. You can’t push him to have what you wanted, and then get angry when he does.” Commenting as he refused with an annoyance that isn’t what happened, she shot right back. “So what did happen that you’re so angry at him about? Beacuse you’re clearly not angry at her, everytime Jon even so much as looked in her direction during dinner you looked like you wanted to hit him.”

Robb kept everything he said to a minimum, knowing that it was all too possible Sansa would hear the wrong thing and run with it. “I’m just looking out for her, after what happened.”

Her face twisted towards him as if she though him daft. Gesturing back out to you both out the window her voice talked down to him the same. “Yes, they really look like there is so much to worry about between them.” Forcing Robb to look back at her she stepped back in front of him. “He made a mistake, you were there for her and now that he fixed things, you’re jealous because you liked it when it was you she needed.”

He said nothing, not that he thought Sansa expected him too. Glancing away there was not a complete lack of truth in what she said, but he would not give her the fuel by saying it out loud. He didn’t like being jealous and angry at Jon as much as Jon no doubt hated the new rift between them. They so rarely fought about anything, and it was always awful when they did. As if the wolfs blood in both of them heated to a feral degree and turned them into animals over it.

Shaking her head though, Sansa clearly decided for the night, any further lecture was not worth it. “If you want her, Robb? Do something about it. Beacuse standing here being angry about it, isn’t working. So maybe try something that actually does.”

He didn’t care to watch as she walked off, a lecture from his little sister was not what Robb wanted tonight, but it did give him a lot to think about. He didn’t know what his own goal was at the end of this journey of jealousy was, but stealing you from his own brother was not the ending he envisioned would make a single person involved even remotely happy.

But she was right, because Jon was right. Robb was jealous. He was jealous because feelings for you sneaked up on him with no warning and now he was left lost as to what to do about it. For the first time, he felt completely directionless when it came to a girl and even worse, he already was doing the wrong things to handle it.

For once though, Robb managed to force himself away from the window and out of the room instead of brewing on that jealousy until he did something even stupider then what he was blaming Jon for in the first place.

It was almost amusing, returning back here in such a different state of mind considering what brought you to this place last. The red of the leaves even in the night sky looked so vivid and bright against the white bark fresh like snow. Jon had suggested walking the property a little bit, knowing it would help ease what was left bogging down both of your minds. Ending up by the heart tree in the godswood, you found a smile half climbing its way onto your face that caught Jons attention.

Glancing up to him, he only playfully narrowed his expression as he tilted his head in inquiry. You shrugged a shoulder, wrapping your arms around one of his as you leaned comfortably into his warm side as you both stood in front of the Weirwood. “The last time I was here was after I took off during the Winter Harvest.”

Jons eyes were preoccupied, bright as they looked all around as the trees surrounding always helped made the godswood feel as if it were separate from the rest of the property. You could perfectly imagine when winter hit, him standing right where he was now, but the snow gentle as it collected in his curls, making the inky black stand out so much more against the contrasted snowflakes melting one by one in their thick lusciousness. You almost missed him speaking entirely were you not so close. “Why?” Shaken out of your dreaming gaze, did you make a noise in the back of your throat as if asking him to repeat himself. No doubt you had been caught staring, the small smile on his lips as he repeated, “Why come here that night?”

Inhaling deeply, you tried to think through the rationality. You had been very intoxicated by the time you found yourself here, sitting with your back against the Weirwood in the too small, far too revealing dress as the cool winds sobered you up. “I’m not sure, really. I just left, and something somewhere in me wanted to come here.”

Grey eyes stared down at you with a wondering, but he didn’t rush to say what came to mind before he found the proper words through a deep, thoughtful inhale. Only, stopping himself before he could even open his mouth with a gentle laugh to himself. “What?” Shaking his head, you failed to force a pretending frown over your genuine smile. “Fine, don’t tell me.”

Your own intention was to wander closer to the small pond of water feet in front of the carved face only to suddenly be pulled back by Jon the moment you strayed too far. Turning you to look up at him your hands held at his waist to steady yourself, while he own held at one arm and the other traced itself along the side of your head. The softness in his eyes remained but something from deeper within came forward. Akin to a frown of something more genuine came over as he let his thumb run along your jaw as if tempted to trace across to your lips.

His voice just a gentle rasp as he slid the hand on your arm down to your hip. “You came here that night, because part of you knows you belong here.” Your eyes flashed in question, which he elaborated, thumb seeking up along the soft skin of your cheek. “Even my father knew you’d come here.”

Your head turned to the side for a moment as you considered it, but if there was anything you couldn’t deny, it was that you felt at peace standing here with Jon in that very moment. It was quiet and meek and just perhaps, it slipped out before you could stop yourself. “Or maybe it’s just because I belong here with you.”

Jon’s expression didn’t change, nothing changed. You wished it would, that he would laugh or scoff and tease you for saying something like that but he didn’t. And part of you could only wonder if perhaps he knew you said it without meaning to, and returned the favour by choosing to voice one of his own. The hand on your hip trailing a big more, his large hand reaching to where you didn’t pay attention. His head dropped somewhat as he said it, not meeting your eyes as his face twisted. An anticipation against what he was about to say. “Would it really be so bad?”

“Would what be so bad?”

Peeking back up to meet your eyes, you felt where his hand had travelled. Thumb putting just enough pressure down that you felt him run it up and down against your lower stomach, a shine in his eyes of something much more on edge then before. “Would it be so bad if you were pregnant?”

Part of you wanted to have more of a reaction. Shock or taken aback, ask where that came from or what he was talking about. Have an unknown feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach, but no. Your voice only spoke as gentle as his muttered, but without the nerves. “I don’t know. It wouldn’t be the worst thing thats ever happened.”

Finally a hint of a laugh left him. Jon never more handsome then when a smile or laugh came over his face as if it lightened up the best of his features more then you thought possible. More properly cupping your cheek, Jon pulled you just a bit closer. “Could move you with me into the house for a while. Give my sisters a chance to drive you crazy for a bit. He’d be able to be born surrounded by family.”

A playful smirk more came over you that he caught on quickly too. “He? Deciding it’s a boy this far ahead?”

Running his thumb a feather light path over your bottom lip, Jon leaned in to let his nose trace over yours, a slight nudge as he spoke, feeling you return the gesture. “I didn’t decide anything. I already know he’s a boy.” You found a laugh as Jon repeated the gesture, saying that he didn’t even exist yet.

Pulling you up to look him in the eye, your mouth opened then closed once more thinking it over, but just found something warm within your veins travelling all over and low. Your hands reached up around the back of his neck to hold there, watching his grey eyes grow darker and darker the longer he looked at you. “I think we have a few steps before we get there.”

His hand was warm as he let it slide under the bottom of your shirt, running over the skin against your stomach before seeking out your waist, hand growing more and more bold as he ran along your side, palm against your bare skin. Slowly you felt yourself moving backwards at Jons command, step by step until suddenly did your back come into contact with the trunk of the Weirwood, Jons voice as deep as his accent rasped thick. Leaning down, his lips hovered right over yours as your eyes fluttered closed, the hot brush of his breath swiping across your skin. “Doesn’t mean we can’t practice.”

The smallest of gasps left you, which Jon took the advantage of, and pressed his lips to yours. Cupping both your cheeks, Jons lips were soft and guiding as you let your hands wrap tighter around the back of his neck. His own body stepping forward as you leaned up with an eagerness that has Jon press you further against the Weirwood.

He always begun gentle, but it never lasted. Something in Jon did not have the capability to stay calm and slow when he had you to himself. Deeper and deeper he kissed you, around you nothing but the sounds of bugs in the night, the breeze of wind through the trees and the press of hips lips to yours over and over. Never bothering to pretend he was going to pull away before he started all over again.

One hand slid to hold at the back of your neck, a firm grip as if keeping you steady while the other trailed downward to the buttons at the front of your jeans. No shame held, nor even needed to pull back or open his eyes to have one done then another before the hand on your neck tilted you to the side. Barely allowing himself to tear from your lips to run his tongue along your neck with his lips pressing down to follow each brush.

A buzz slowed through you as if one had begun to drink a tad too much, but never did you feel any dizziness with it. Only something warm flowing through you faster and faster as you begun feeling the cold air hit your hips and lower. Just barley stopping before any of you was exposed to the night, did Jon bite down. The sting burned through you, back arching into him as you gasped with a cry of need.

Hands grasping tightly at what you could reach of him but your eyes fluttered as he sucked down to mark the indents with a bruise with no care for where you both truly were. “Jon..”

Pulling from your neck, his lips still parted with something wanting to growl in his chest. Eyes black as the sky above, only he grabbed the sides of your jeans once more and pressed his lips urgent but quick lasting to yours. Rasping against you, as if he was about to give you no choice. “Let me do this, darling.”

Nodding with a breathlessness, Jon barley let himself kiss you once more before he kneeled down. Dragging your jeans and under carefully down. Swiftly pulling the slip ons on your feet off and taking the rest of it off, your bare half cold to the world, shaking in a blur of nerves as well. Your toes curled as the leaves under you felt cold as well, but Jon was so warm as he stayed knelt in front of you.

A large hand grasped gentle at your calf, prompting you to lift your foot up off the ground. Your hand reached out, grasping at a low branch by you just as Jon gently shushed you. Pressing his lips to your calf and up to your knee, muttering between each one. “I’ve got you, it’s alright.”

If he saw you nod, you weren’t sure. Your eyes closing at the realization of what he was in fact doing, rising your leg up enough so that your thigh was rested over one of his shoulders. His other hand pressed against your inner thigh pushing enough to indicate he wanted you to spread wider. Your face was flush with something as turned on as it was nervous doing so, but again his rasp was so deep and comforting in the quiet.

Upwards he made a path along your inner thighs closer and closer to the warmth between your legs. “Just a taste, I promise.” Though, you both knew that to Jon, a taste could very easily be much more over indulgent to one then another.

He had ceased to give up on ensuring every part of you along the way had contact with his lips in a kiss, your hand tightening around the branch as the sudden feeling washed over you as he did so along you up to your clit. Yet there was when he had truly begun.

Sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves you cried lightly out as your head fell back against the bark, eyes fluttering closed as he increased the pressure with no shame. Hand still on your thigh of the leg standing was tight before he eased up both, a warning of sorts to trust him.

Replacing with his tongue, brushes against your clip were short at first. Quick but in patterns that were tight and purposeful as your heart beat out of your chest and your insides twisted around a burning flame. Longer brushes soaked you as you felt yourself drawing closer and closer.

Normally sometimes you found yourself in a fight against it. The fear as if once you let yourself go, he would stop there when you needed him, but you had not the time you wished together, not here at least. Your other hand barley let itself rest along his curls as if worried of grasping anything too roughly, but again over and over his tongue dragged you along as he gave your clit nothing but fervent attention.

The wave flowed close, and with just a taste he promised you allowed yourself to be flooded through with your end. Hand curling into his locks, a tighter pull then meant dragged a growl against you, the vibrations only causing him to suck your clit as if to torment you as much as you didn’t mean to him. But he did not pull away.

No, Jon shoved your leg wider, and found himself the taste he most desired with no care for the property he acted it upon. Barley with a voice you muttered out, “Wait, Jon..you said..”

But he didn’t care. Running his tongue along your folds before he let his mouth drink from you out of nothing but a need. For you yes, but his hands held at you tightly, grasping with a mean grip you could not fight if you wished too, but dragging his tongue over the wetness you were soaked with only created a circle that gifted him more and more.

Running along what he could inside of you, whatever warmth you were to him, so was he dragging his tongue along every inch he could brush along. Dragging out everything you had, a growl vibrated against you as your hand grasped more at his curls, again and again the cycle repeated as he refused any chance for your wetness to go anywhere but his tongue. To let it go to waste where he couldn’t taste it.

Your lungs burned trying to keep every sound to yourself, biting down against your lip enough you could feel it asking to tear just the slightest, but you soaked Jons mouth as much as he left a stain of his saliva against you as a symbol of his work. That he drank from you one, and left another as if needing to prepare you.

Closer and closer he pulled you to a second, but this time he would slow. Run gently back to your clit and along your folds. His facial hair scratched raw against your upper thighs, marks showing the irritation against his mouth but as you cried he groaned into your cunt in his own need. The taste of you alone had Jons cock throbbing behind his own jeans and it was insufferable in his mind he had to put up with his mind wanting more, when all he truly needed was this.

The taste between your legs but the moment you felt your orgasm come drawing closer for a third, he no longer took it from you. Bracing his hands more against you, Jon kept you pinned down against his mouth however much his strength could, and your head fell backwards with a needing cry of his name as your orgasm burst through you like a star exploding in the sky above.

Whatever wetness you had, Jon tasted it, he drank from you until he was all that was left and your lungs burned trying to keep it down. Thighs shaking you hadn’t even noticed he gently placed your other leg to stand back down, until he stood up.

Cupping both your cheeks, Jon gave you no time to feel something shy about what of you was left against his lips before he shared his addiction with it’s source. His tongue gliding into your mouth right away, his kiss only attacking as you gasped for air and he stole it all for himself. Brushing his tongue over yours, you never grasped what he liked about it, but you always obeyed him the same.

Leaning more over you again, Jon pressed you back against the tree from where you leaned off of it. Without even thinking, it was as if he consumed your mind and you fell victim to his bewitching. Hands moving to do his bidding, did Jon kiss you deeper and deeper as you begun unzipping his jeans, only to move a hand down himself. Grasping your hands to motion for him to do the work, Jon refused to leave your lips.

Wrapping around one leg, Jon let go of your other cheek to grasp at the other. Feeling your hands around the back of his neck, Jon instead of what you expected, suddenly hoisted you up. Pressing you tight against the Weirwood, his forehead resting against yours as he rasped, “I love you.”

Nodding back, your voice hardly managed to return before you felt the tip of his cock drag against you. The moment the saliva coating between your legs let him tease at slipping inside of you, Jon spared not a second longer without doing so. A deep growl turned groan left Jon, head dropping to bite down against your neck leaving you to only grasp around his shoulders with a gentle moan.

He was the opposite of what he had begun as, slowly did he move. His cock sliding with such shamelessly little resistance deep inside of you, stretching you against his thick length with a sting that you burned for. Almost all the way out he pulled before working along your sensitive walls, hiding in his curls as you wrapped your arms around him tighter.

Had any watched, it wouldn’t even have looked as if he was moving much at all, but you felt him, you felt him fill you as your chest twisted inside around and around as it build within you that desperate white hot core only he ever created within you. You must have cried his name louder then you thought, kissing a path to your ear his voice as as heavy as your mind felt, “I know, darling, I know. Just stay with me, I know it’s a lot.”

Barley nodding, you couldn’t help but clench so tightly around his length as he filled you slowly over and over. Each time he found himself unable to leave your warmth more and more, now only pulling out halfway before sinking back as deep as you could take him. Your breath felt like it never recovered, your body warm and covering itself with something almost turned to sweat as you tired to tilt his head up to you again, desperate for him to kiss you into quiet.

Never deny as such, Jon kissed you deeply with another groan from him turned a higher pitched whine from you which never escaped. Closer and closer he dragged you right to that end, it was never destined to last long, not here, but it all felt overwhelming.

The tenseness of inside, the words shared, or maybe just the location against a symbol of the faith his family always held belief in as Jon had no shame in taking you here. Pulling back, he rasped close enough you felt his lips brush yours with ever word. “They were right. We took long enough to get here, I’m not waiting for anything else.”

Your mind was too fuzzy to truly know what he was even saying before you nodded, “Please Jon, please..”

Sinking inside of you over and over, you shook in his touch but he never wavered as his thrusts didn’t either. “Already made love to you here, now we have to get married here too.” What were you even nodding in agreement of? You didn’t know, you just heard his voice against you, his cock so deep and thick inside of you and knew you’d do anything he wanted this way.

As if sealing something of a deal, a pact, signing away your fate did Jon kiss you as both of you found your ends together as if meant to. Your soaking walls clenched tight around him, almost refusing the chance that he would pull out of you as his cock throbbed before his orgasm hit only seconds after yours burst around him.

Slow grinding thrusts as Jons seed spilled deep inside of you, never letting himself stop as each thick spurt was fucked into you as if with purpose. Hiding your head in his hair, Jon too pressed his lips to your neck as you both came and came down together.

Your heart still catching your lungs up to speed, Jon muttered roughly, “Hold on, darling.” Not knowing what he meant before you grasped tightly at him, a whine biting back down as he pulled out of you, the stretch of him always made it more sensitive. Just as slow, Jon guided you back down to the ground, turning you by your cheek up to look at him, he pressed his forehead to yours. His hands quickly putting himself back together, before pulling you up to his lips.

Lingering against you with just as much of a slowness, but the passion radiated through it’s chasteness with no issue reading the words behind it. You returned just as much.

By the time he finally managed to help you with your own clothes, he looked needing but fine, you looked nothing but a mess only able to look up at him. A laugh breathed out as he ran his nose along yours. “Maybe we stay here a bit longer.” Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, finding yourself just leaning into his front as his other hand cupped the back of your head, smoothing down your hair as his other wrapped around you to keep you pressed into him. “Wait until you don’t look like such a beautiful mess for me.”

You could only nod. Both of you standing there for a little while longer. Jon found his mind able to think a little clearer. He would never do anything to hurt you in any way again, but neither did Jon want to hurt his brother. Not with this tension between them, or by forcing him to just deal with his jealousy and get over it with no compassion.

Something had to be done, but as you lifted your head to gently capture your lips with his once more before he would guide you back to the main house, Jon was completely lost as to what that would be. But he knew he had to think quickly, because he knew Robb and he knew until he was sure Jon had no malicious intentions, he would not give up the fact that not to your apparent knowledge, had Jon seemed to be discussing something about getting you pregnant.

Which wasn’t wrong. Tormund had started it, but Jon didn’t exactly shut that conversation down when he had the chance. It was all terribly complicated in his head. Because as much as he didn’t want to hurt his brother, still Jon thought, now more then ever, did he find it nearly impossible to ignore what Tormund suggested in the first place.

“Get her pregnant, then. No more obvious way to mark her as yours Snow, then to put a son in her.”

[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."

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C: 2.6k words Warnings:  Oral sex. Dirty talking. Breeding kink. Mommy kink. Overstimulation. Begging. D/s dynamics. Domination loss. Praising kink.

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Sansa moved her hand slowly, first touching his balls again and making the way to his belly again, and Jon cried so adorably it almost made her tease him move, but she moved down anyway, sticking a single finger out and making her way down to the base, then up, up and up to the head.

Jon half-sobbed under her.

"Thank you," he cried. "Thank you, than- fuck!"

She made a circle over his sensitive head, earning a loud moan from him and then moving down to the underside and then to his balls.

"Like that?" she asked. "Did you want mommy to touch you like that?"

He looked shocked at the name being said back to him, but the expression didn't linger on his face, as Sansa wrapped her hand around his cock, at last, holding it by the base.

"Sansa," he begged.

She clicked her tongue.

What a bad boy.

"No, no," she shook her head. "That's not my name."

He squirmed, blushing red.

"Saying with me," she cooed, mocking him. "Mommy."

"Mommy," he moaned. "Please."

Fuck, he was so pretty, she wanted to make him cum so bad.

"Please," he pleaded more. "Mommy, stroke my cock. I'll be good, I promise I'll be good."

Her mouth watered. Gods, Jon has such a beautiful cock, and it always felt delicious. It was such a wonderful taste...

She couldn't stop herself.

She couldn't deny him! Maybe she was trying to be a dom, but she wasn't going to deny him that.

Sansa leaned in and wrapped her lips around his cock, just on the head.

Jon's skin tasted like his precum, and she just knew he would be dripping it by the end of the night if she followed the plan.

He moaned and bucked his hips, trying to push himself deeper into her mouth, but Sansa kept her lips just around his head.

She sucked him slowly, licking his skin gently, tasting him all around her mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jon moaned under her. "My love... my love, please. Sansa. Mommy."

She pulled back, holding his cock, and it looked so prettily weepy.

"You taste so good," she stroke his back slowly. "Good boy."

He grunted under her, moaning deeply.

"Please," he begged. "I need... I... please..."

Oh, what a sweet boy. He didn't even know what he needed?

"Yes, pretty boy?" she purred.

"Want more, mommy," he panted.

She hummed a little, watching him, still just stroking his base.

"But this is not about what you want," Sansa teased him. "It about what I want."

She continued to shallowly stroke him, and stuck her tongue out when he opened his eyes and looked in her direction, licking him fully, and Jon gasped loudly.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he grunted suddenly.

Sansa pouted.

Oh.

Already?

She pulled her hand away, watching his cock bobbing as he breathed in deep.

Fuck, he was so hard.

His cock was so pretty, so fucking beautiful.

And she was so fucking wet, gods.

Sansa could just use him, right?!

She could make him hard later, play with him. It didn't have to be like Ygritte.

Sansa was her own person.

She stood up as he panted on the bed, pulling her panties off, and they were so wet she would see through them if they were white.

Jon gasped when she straddled his chest, not willing to lose her power.

"Are you going to be a good boy for me," she teased him, moving her hips slowly, grinding her pussy on his chest, and moaned at the feeling on her clit.

Gods, Sansa didn't know how fucking horny she was.

She had been focusing so much on Jon, she completely forgot about herself.

"On my face," Jon panted. "Sit on my face, mommy, please."

Sansa squinted at him.

Why, when she had such a perfect cock waiting for her right there?!

"Please," Jon squirmed, sounding desperate. "Wanna make you cum, mommy. Let me make you cum. I need to taste your pussy."

Sansa ground a bit more, closing her eyes at the pleasure.

"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" she moaned. "Begging mommy to sit on your face, so needy and yet only wanting to give me pleasure."

Fuck, she could make herself cum like that. She had ground on his thigh plenty when Jon pretended to ignore her.

"Please," Jon insisted. "Please, mommy."

She smiled. He had been such a good boy.

Sansa stood from his chest, leaving a big wet stain on his belly.

Gods, she was dripping, wasn't she?

Jon moaned when she turned around again, adjusting herself to sit on his face.

The moment she was in his reach, his tongue moved to work on her clit, licking and sucking desperaly as she lied on his chest, face falling on his thigh.

Fuck, Jon was so good with his mouth.

He moved his tongue to her entrance, licking and licking it as if trying to outright drink her wetness.

Her sweet, sweet boy, was truly desperate.

"Jon," she moaned, resting her head on his thigh.

Sansa didn't even think before taking the fleshlight and pushing it around his cock.

He moaned into her pussy, stopping for the shortest second before going back into devouring her again, wrapping his lips around her clit.

Fuck, it was so good she almost lost her rhythm.

Sansa fucked him slowly, closing her eyes as she let arousal flood her.

For a moment, just a moment, she let herself be taken the way he always did. Not a dom, not the one commanding the room. Just a vessel for him to bring pleasure.

It was embarrassing, how fast and hard she came.

Sansa shook on top of him, trying to keep her hand moving as her eyes rolled back and she saw the stars.

"Good boy," she moaned, stroking him as she rode her eyes. "Fuck, good boy, good sweet boy."

Jon panted under her, moving his hips, fucking the toy.

"Mommy," he moaned. "I'm going to cum. Please."

"No," she exhaled. "You're not. Cause you are my good boy."

Sansa stroked him a little more, playing with him more.

"Please," he panted. "Mommy. Sansa. Please!"

Jon moaned under her, desperate.

"Please," he cried, louder by the second. "Then you gotta stop, you need to stop, please, please-"

Sansa pulled the fleshlight away, leaving his cock bobbing and his chest weaving under her.

She stood up in weak legs, panting as she recovered, and Jon panted and whimpered.

"Good boy," she caressed his belly. "You're such a good boy for me."

Jon closed his eyes, resting on the pillow.

"Mommy wants to ride you now," Sansa decided. "You'll be a good boy and let me use you, won't you?"

He moaned deeply.

"Please," he begged. "Fuck me, ride my cock."

Sansa moved her hands back, unzipping her dress under his eyes, and earned a long exhale from Jon.

"Yes," he panted. "Wanna see your tits bouncing as you ride my cock, mommy, please."

He loved her tits. Jon loved touching them, licking them, kissing them and fucking painting them with cum.

She sat on his thighs first, taking her hand to his cock and stroking it slowly.

Fuck, it was so hard, already throbbing.

Two edges. Just two more and he would cum.

It was the number she had chosen. Four edges, and she would make him cum. She would be nice.

And yet...

His balls were so full. They hadn't had sex the previous day, and Jon always made so much cum, and she fucking love it.

Sansa loved being filled, stuffed with so much cum that it would overflow from her cunt as he fucked her, that her cunt would look messy when it ended.

She rose on her spot, hovering over him as she blindly guided his cock to her cunt, and sat all the way on him, not giving either of them a moment to breathe.

"Fuck," she moaned. "Jon!"

He squeezed the satin ropes just as he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard.

"Look at me," she commanded.

Jon moaned, shaking his head.

"Can't," he moaned. "You're too fucking beautiful, it's too much."

Sansa stopped moving. Gods, he was shaking.

"Do you want a moment?" she offered. "To breathe? I have water and stacks."

Jon chuckled under her, blushing.

It was why Roslin had told her to give him a break midway through, she realised.

He was so overstimulated, her poor boyfriend.

And yet, Jon shook his head.

"I can do it," he told her. "I can do it. I just... I just need it to be slow. Please."

Sansa nodded and leaned in his direction, untying his hands and taking his face right after, kissing his lips gently.

"You're so good," she whispered into his lips, moving her lips to his chin, kissing it, then his cheek. "You're so good."

Jon wrapped his arm around her middle, keeping her close to him.

He panted, burying his face in her neck, nosing her skin.

Sansa let him, petting his hair gently, his curls already all wet.

It was Jon who moved first, not Sansa. He pulled his hips back, fucking her in slow movements, and she kissed him as he did.

His strokes were as gentle as they were slow, and she helped him as best as she could.

They held each other, enjoying the warmth as they rocked together on the bed.

And fuck, it felt very good.

Every movement made his hipbone and his cock grind against her sensitive clit, and it was slowly making her mad in the best of ways.

"Jon," she moaned.

"Please, mommy,"  he moaned into her neck. "You're gonna cum for me, mommy? I need to make you cum on my cock."

He held her ever tighter.

"Wanna make your cunt messy," he moaned, darker now, and she closed her eyes.

Fuck, Jon knew how to make her break with just his words.

"And you're gonna let me cum in your pussy, right?" he grunted, holding her hips, and before Sansa realised she was being pined against the bed. "Gonna let me fill it up, breed you deep with my cum while you use me, mommy?"

They were a mess of a tight hug, so close she couldn't feel a place he wasn' touching her.

"Jon," she whined.

"You want me to make you a mommy, don't you?" he squeezed her ass. "Always beg me to fill you up so much, mommy."

She closed her eyes, trying to meet his thrusts as they got harder.

"You'll let me fill you up right?" he purred. "Cause you love it so much, mommy, you fucking love to have my seed dripping out of you, you like it when I make you messy."

Sansa whined, pushing her hips in his direction.

"Please," she whined. "Cum in me, fill me up!"

That permission was all Jon needed, and she followed right after him, crying as she came hard and loudly.

He moved back, coming to his side so as not to crush her and Sansa held him close as Jon panted, forcing herself not to fall into the little high that pleasure always gave her.

She wanted to make him scream. He hadn't screamed yet.

Sansa flipped their positions, grabbing his hands and pinning them up over his head before moving her hips again.

"Sansa?" he gasped.

She still had one last weapon, though.

She rode him with everything she had in her, milking his cock with her cunt.

Jon panted under her, and it took him a flash of a moment to just break.

"Fuck, gods," he squirmed under her, trying to pull his legs, but they were tied. "Sansa, Sansa!"

She didn't stop.

"It's too-" he gasped louder, pulling his hips back. "Fuck, Sansa!"

She just squeezed his hands together more, squeezing him tightly in her, and his eyes rolled back.

"Please," he screamed, deep voice breaking and high pitched. "Sansa, please! Please!"

Sansa laughed, yes, that was what she wanted.

"I can't!" he pulled his hips back. "I can't, I can't, Sansa! Enough, please!"

She pulled back, merciful at last, and he pulled her the moment she let his hands go, tossing her to the bed as she laughed, and pulling himself from inside her.

Jon kissed her lips, desperate and hungry, though keeping his body far away, calming down slowly.

Her giggles were just dying when he let her lips go, and Jon held her hands before she could even move to touch her.

"Little minx!" he panted. "Gods, Sansa!"

She giggled more, laying on her back.

"Was it too much?" she asked him.

Jon exhaled, putting his face in her neck.

"Almost," he panted. "But give a man a warning the next time you try to melt his brain and his cock."

Sansa took her hands from his, reaching for his hair and petting it.

"I don't plan on melting another man's brain and cock," she told him. "Well, I don't plan on melting anyone else's brain and cock, for that matter. Man or not."

He looked up at her face, all soft.

"Just yours," she promised him. "Sometimes."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Is it safe for my dick to be near you now?" Jon asked, playful. "I don't think it can take any more touches for the next hour."

Sansa laughed a little.

"It is," she assured him. "I've worked it out of my system."

Her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her again, always touch-hungry.

"You know, I think could use that water," he decided, although not moving from his spot. "And snacks?"

She hummed positively.

"Your aunt sent a bunch of Valyrian candy, lots of your favourites," she told him. "I think we have enough of it for a month."

She felt the moment he lit up.

Jon loved that spicy food.

She kissed his cheek gently, petting his head.

"I'll go get it," Sansa told him. "Just stay there."

Jon did, and she moved to the minifridge in their room taking a bottle of water and a package of the sweets and a banana, giving it to him before the sweets.

Life was all about balance, after all.

He ate it quickly with a smile, and sat up to drink the water as she did so too, resting against the wall and opening her arms for him to get in there, and Jon cuddled to her as she opened the package.

"You were so good," she kissed his temple. "The bestest of boys."

Her boyfriend laughed into her chest, and she could feel his jaw moving as he chewed the sweet thing she couldn't say the name of.

"You're ridiculous," he scoffed.

It was her turn to giggle.

"Yeah, but you love me," she reminded him.

Jon chuckled, kissing her skin.

"You are right," he agreed, and raised his head, looking at her face. "Thank you for this. I loved it."

Sansa tried to shake her head and say it was nothing - it was really simple! - but he wasn't done.

"You researched it, prepared the room, got us snacks..."  he listed. "You planned everything from the before, during and after with all the care in the world. It's what I love about you, how dedicated you are, how hard you work."

Her cheeks felt warm, and she flustered with the compliments.

"Thank you," he spoke, sincere and sweet.

Sansa smiled, at last, relaxing.

"I like making you happy," she told him. "Very much so."

Jon's face softened.

"You make me very happy," he affirmed firmly. "A lot. Every day, all the time."

She smiled, reaching for him.

"Then I'm doing everything right."

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.