#jon snow one shots

[r-rizzo]

dad jon snow headcanon with a targaryen!reader? i love that we have a new got writer and hotd! ♡

father's love. | jon snow

❝ pairing: jon snow x targaryen!reader.

❝ summary: what would jon snow be like having children with you, his beautiful dragon wife.

❝ warning: mentions of sex and innuendo, worried and scared jon.

❝ note: i really love the orders with targaryen!reader, thank you very much for leaving your request, i hope you leave one again and you like this. first post! ♡

★, when you tell jon that you're pregnant.

at first you had your doubts, you didn't know if it was just a delay or you were with a child.

but when you decided to approach your dragon and this approached, sniffed and caressed your belly, everything became clear to you.

you were with a child.

you had talked to him before about the children, his children. jon was insecure, he didn't want them to do to his child the same thing they did to him.

but you always assured him that his children would also be targaryens, they carried the blood of the dragon and the wolves, son of the king of the north.

jon smiled and took you by the waist, kissing you and affirming that having three children with you would be a blessing from the gods.

so at night, when you were already taking off your clothes to sleep, you feel familiar hands undoing the strings of your dress while leaving kisses on your neck, you know that it is now when you should tell him.

"jon" you called him, and you felt how his inner wolf wanted to come out. you only called him that in two situations, when you were angry or when you wanted to have sex.

"yes, my beautiful wife?" he asked with his thickest voice, knowing what he provoked in you, you laughed at how his breath crashed into your neck and his cold hands went into your bare back.

"we can't do this right now, my love" you tell him as you turn around and place your hands on his neck, massaging it. a small smile appears on your lips when you see his confused face.

"i did something wrong?" he asked and you laugh, shaking your head and watching your husband's eyes widen at his smile, admiring your beautiful purple eyes. "nothing wrong, sweet husband. it's just not appropriate when i'm with a baby" you finally said.

you watch as he opens his mouth to say something but closes it immediately, the information reaching his brain slowly. his hands become lighter on your waist and his eyes become even smaller and watery.

"are you sure?" he asks with a voice that shakes, but his hands travel smoothly to your still flat stomach. "i didn't believe it until rhaegon proved it to me, i trust my dragon's judgment" you answered him and smiled, jon wasted no time in gently cupping your face and kissing you, his hands now caressing your stomach.

"i'm the happiest man in westeros, we're going to have a little pup" he says and smiles at you, showing you his beautiful silver pearls. "he'll be a dragon" you tell him, but jon shakes his head, taking now by the waist and sitting on the bed.

he crouches before you and brings his face close to your stomach, kissing him "you're a wolf, aren't you? you make me the happiest man in the world, my little pup" you smile caressing his curls, letting him call your baby a puppy.

★, when your puppy is growing up.

jon loves to see how his puppy grows inside you every day and considers that seeing you in this condition is his greatest adoration.

shamelessly caress your belly or look at it affectionately when he doesn't have much time for you and his son.

but he's always watching you, he knows you're a fighter, but you carry his son inside, and now you're more vulnerable. he would kill whoever touched a single hair on you.

when he has all his time or puts his duties aside to pamper his wife and son, he can't stop adore you.

"you are beautiful" "our wolf grows healthy and strong thanks to you" "my beautiful wife" "i hope he has your dragon eyes" things like that are whispered in your ear while he caresses your belly and kisses your neck.

jon denies it sometimes, but he would love it if his son had your eyes and his dark hair.

but sometimes it scares him too, the thought of his son being called a bastard makes his blood boil. he can take it, but when it comes to his son, never.

he already has people under his eye who dared to call his son a bastard.

he also thinks about the names, he knows that he wants to name it ned or robb, you suggest combining it with a valyrian name. he likes them but ned and robb are always his first choices.

if it's a girl, he would like you to choose the name, he loves valyrian female names.

you have always loved your mother's name, rhaella, and he would like his daughter to be named after the woman who gave him the love of his life.

he is not very interested if it is a girl or a boy, it is his and he will love it, with his being.

jon tries to always be easy on you when he's stressed, he never blows up on you. he already knows how your emotions are and knows that making you cry is his worst sin.

so, when some assembly goes wrong and some lord insults him for not responding to his request, he just enters his chambers and sits behind you, feeling how his wolf kicks in response to his touch and smiling on your neck. he loves that feeling too much.

it also comforts you when something stresses you out or makes you cry.

like your impossibility of being able to give a dragon egg to your son.

you've always dreamed of being able to see your child grow up with a dragon, but thanks to the disappearance of dragons and the fact that both your dragon and your younger sister's dragon, daenerys, are male, it prevents you from fulfilling that wish.

what makes you cry frequently.

and jon is there to comfort you.

"then he will have a direwolf, my love. don't worry, i'm sure that rhaegon will let our son ride him one day" he says and makes you feel good.

when he sees you standing, looking out the window, he always stands behind you and puts his hands under your belly, lifting it up to give you a rest. you love when he does that, it makes you overflow with love for him.

"i love when you let my poor back rest" you say as you sigh and rest your head on your shoulder, jon chuckles and lets your huge belly droop again. "jon!" you moan angrily and he lifts your belly again.

he only plays, but loves to give you breaks and massages, especially on your feet.

he is always protecting you, especially when it is time to sleep.

he has nightmares about how while he sleeps next to you, someone walks into the room and hurts you. you and his little wolf.

he couldn't take the blame.

that is why, when you sleep, he is always the one closest to the door. his chest against yours while one of your legs is on his hip, or your back against his chest while his hands cup your tummy.

he would rather something happen to him than to you, his loving wife and mother of his child.

★, when the time of birth comes.

the last time you approached the maester, he told you that the arrival of the heir to the north would come soon.

you and jon were looking forward to your son. the heir to the north and the iron throne.

jon was sitting in the weirwood tree one morning, thinking more deeply about the birth.

and if you died? or did they make him choose between you and his son?

he couldn't.

he couldn't allow someone to mercilessly cut you open and murder you. not in front of him.

so he asked, begged to the gods for your life and for his son.

"please give my son an easy birth, no pain for my wife, don't take her away, always leave her with me. i ask you to take care of my beautiful wife and my son. i lost her once and i don't plan to lose her again."

and when he finished asking for you and his son, a wind raised his curls, relaxing him immediately.

he knew that the gods had heard him.

his peace was interrupted by your servant, who ran towards him with sweat on her forehead and blood on her dress and hands.

"the queen is giving birth" he said in a rush, jon getting up quickly from the log. "is she in our room?" he asked and the maid nodded, he didn't even let her answer when he started to run to his wife.

the closer he was to the room, the more his heart beat, he was scared. he was scared for you. he loved you so much that the idea of your death only brings his as a consequence.

when he enter the room, he was already crying.

"jon" you said when you saw him come in, you were pacing around the room, trying to ease the contractions, your water had already broken, it was only a little more to start labor.

he came up to you and kissed you on the forehead, he walked with you by the hand until the time will come.

he knew his child was coming when you had to lean on him in pain. with the help of the midwives, he lifted you onto the bed and sat behind you, leaving your back with his chest while the midwives made you push.

it was the easiest birth he had ever witnessed, it was only three pushes and his baby came out.

his son began to cry and his eyes filled with tears, he watched as the midwives lightly cleaned him. "he's a boy, your grace. healthy and strong, like a wolf" said one of them, putting your son in your arms.

"ned" you whispered, caressing his cheek with your finger, which was almost the size of his face. "he's small" jon said and you laughed "my little wolf" Jon took your hand in his, reaching both hands towards ned.

ned's eyes widened at his parents' touch, jon didn't expect his eyes to be unique to a targaryen. purple eyes and perfectly black hair, small curlers were already visible.

"he's beautiful, just like his mother," he said, kissing the side of your head many times. "thank you" he said "why?" you asked, turning to look at him as jon took your hand and kissed your palm "for giving me a family."

★, what jon would be like with his son.

at first, he was afraid to touch him, that it would break.

but after his son took his finger in his little hand, he couldn't stop carrying it. he loved his little son ned and his wife.

jon walks ned through the gardens every day or takes him on horseback, he wants him to adapt to the environment that is winterfell.

but you always fill him with clothes that jon sometimes thinks his son even sees what's going on around him.

he introduced him to everyone a few days after his birth, naming him "ned, heir of the north"

you and he agreed that he should sleep with you, there are people who would harm their little son at the cost of everything.

so jon usually sleeps shirtless because he knows his son loves physical contact, he lays it on his chest while he strokes his head.

he loves to see how you fill his hungry son, and sometimes finds it funny how he takes so desperately from your breast.

"he's like his father" he says as he looks over your shoulder as his son desperately eats.

he protects his son with his very life, be it from people or words. he will not let his child be harmed or insulted.

jon is a great warrior with a sword, he knows how to use it with great agility, so he just lets his son ned watch him fight.

thanks to this, when ned was older, you found him several times imitating his father, leading him to be a better sword wielder than him.

he loves his family more than anything in the world, and having children with you is the best thing he has.

so, very soon, you will have a child in your belly again.

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[paulyenvol6]

Byka Atroksia (Chapter 3)

Contains: detailed smut, kissing, touching, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, losing of virginity, dirty talk, inexperienced reader, power imbalance, edging, praising, a little degrading, incest, angst, inappropriate behaviour between uncle and niece

Wordcount: ~3.67k

Masterlist of this story

You looked up to him and shook your head.

"No, uncle." He chuckled quietly and you could feel his hand wandering up to your hip. He pulled at and caressed your skin so it was always a mixture of pain and pleasure. Then his hand made contact with your inner thigh and you inhaled sharply. He came closer and closer to the throbbing and aching spot between your legs and you didn’t know what would happen if Daemon found it. Touched it.

"Please.", you unconsciously whined but didn’t actually know what you were asking for. Your uncle smiled and then his hand cupped your sex which made you shriek in surprise.

"Shh.", he made. "You need to be quiet or I’ll stop." You looked at him and nodded and then he ran a finger from your hole up to the burning spot. You moaned and tried to surpress the sounds that were begging to leave your mouth. His thumb started to circle the little nub and you dug your fingers into his shoulder. It felt so good, it felt like something you had never experienced before and you just wanted to melt in your uncle’s arms.

"Mhmm.", you whimpered as his movement got faster and he flicked, rubbed and pressed into the spot. "Gevie riña…." (Beautiful girl), he growled against your neck. "You like that, don’t you?" You could only moan and nod in response and you helplessly clung to his shoulders. You were glad he was so close to you because otherwise you might have fall to the ground by now, due to your shivering body.

Then you could suddenly feel Daemon touch your entrace with his pointer finger while his thumb continued to work on your little nub. He slowly entered you and it was a new and weird feeling for you. You didn’t really get any real pleasure out of it but at the same time you liked feeling…. filled?

Shortly after it your uncle moved his finger in and out of you and along with his thumb movement you could feel your walls clench. "Please, Daemon.", you whined and buried your hands in his hair. He still had his lips on your neck and you just wanted him closer, even though that was impossible. You could feel him smirk against your skin and he intensed rubbing your nub. At the same time he added a second finger which felt a little uncomfortable at first but after some time you widened your eyes.

When he inserted his fingers deep inside you, there was something that felt so good every time he hit it with his finger tips. You didn’t know what it was, didn’t know what he was doing to you but you liked it so much that you felt like you were about to explode.

"Kostilus. Kostilus, Daemon." (Please. Please, Daemon), you whimpered and felt your knees gave away. You would have fallen down if Dameon didn’t have his body pressed so close to yours.

Then, suddenly it stopped. You opened your eyes, which you hadn’t released you had closed and stared at your uncle. His hand had left your sex, in fact it was now hanging to the side of his body and his mouth wasn’t on your neck anymore.

"W-What are you doing?", you whispered feeling desperate. "Shh.", he just made and ran his thumb over your lip.

"Daemon, what – " He shut you up by suddenly grabbing your arm and pulling you with him. You didn’t dare asking him again and silently let him guide you. He wasn’t taking you back to the feast but didn’t bring you to your chambers either.

Only a few seconds later you found yourself in front of your uncle’s chambers and he opened the door to let you in. Once you were inside of the dark room he closed the door and gently pressed you against it. His mouth got very close to your ear and you shivered.

"I don’t want you to have to be quiet when I pleasure you, little owl.", he whispered. "I want to hear your sweet voice and how you moan my name. In here, you don’t have to surpress anything."

With these words he kissed you while shoving you towards his four poster bed. His mouth and hands on your waist were eager, fast and demanding. He wanted everything your body offered him. Your legs hit the edge of the bed and Daemon pushed you on it. Once you were comfortabaly laying there he opened his shirt and in a matter of seconds his upper body was exposed. You couldn’t take your eyes of his muscular chest and torso and unconsciously bit your lip.

You watched him get on the bed as well and he crawled to lay on top of you. Your lips connected and then after a few moments his mouth once again wandered to your neck and you were sure by now it was all swollen and reddened from his sucking and kissing. He gently nibbed at your neck and then his travel led him to your cleavage. He pressed small kisses on your skin, right next to where your chest was heaving fastly.

Your hands had grabbed his hair and you pressed his head closer to you but then you quietly started speaking. "Why?" It almost sounded like a cry and Daemon stopped his movement to look up to you.

"What?" "Why are you doing this, uncle?", you asked, suddenly sounding sad.

"Are you mocking me?" Your voice had gotten so silent that he almost couldn’t hear you and he now crawled up again so your faces were on the same level.

"Why would I want to mock you?", he asked with a deep frown. "You don’t want me. You don’t desire me." Intuitively you had formed your hands into fists and tried your best not to get teary eyes.

Daemon laughed out. "I don’t desire you? I don’t want you? My little owl, of course I desire you." He caressed your cheek but you still couldn’t make the bad thoughts in your head vanish.

"But you desire Rhaenyra. Just like everyone else does. Why are you being with me and not with her?"

Your uncle sighed deeply and watched you seriously. "Vhaela. I do not desire to be with your sister. I’ve never did. I want you and seven hells, I’ve been wanting you for a long time."

Your eyes widened. "B-But everyone wants to be with Rhaenyra. She is smarter than me, funnier, prettier – " "Shh.", Daemon made and put his finger on your lips. "Stop that. You are smart, Vhaela. And you’re funny, and seven hells I fucking want you, little owl and you’re making it very hard for me right now not to just claim you like a wild animal."

Daemon wasn’t lying, he had always liked you the way you were. He liked your shy nature, how you looked and acted so beautifully innocent. You were…. pure and perfect for him. Of course he loved both his nieces but he had never felt this way about Rhaenyra. She was loud and cocky, didn’t let anyone tell her what to do. She liked to fool around and even though so did he, Daemon prefered your nature. When he looked at you, he felt the urge to protect and claim you. He wanted to be the only thing for you, keep you safe and make you his‘ alone.

You didn’t answer him but just looked at his handsome face. He had raised his eyebrows and watched you intensely. Then he took your hand and pressed a kiss on the back of it. You still remained silent while his hands reached around your body and he started to open your dress. His gaze on you drove you crazy and you just wanted to feel him.

Daemon gently pulled down your dress and revealed your bare chest. You saw a glistening in his eyes as he looked at your naked body and you felt the heat rising in your cheeks.

Then after pulling the dress down to your feet and carelessly throwing it on the ground you laid underneath him completely undressed. Daemon took his time looking at your body and you got a little nervous. You played with your fingers and pressed your legs together and then Daemon kissed you on your lips.

"You’re very pretty, little owl. I don’t want you to feel insecure about yourself.", he mumbled against your mouth. "You’re not any less prettier than your sister. I desire you and not her. That’s why I lay here with you and not with her." You nodded and wrapped your arms around his back.

While his tongue played with your mouth you felt his hands on your chest. He massaged your skin and his fingers brushed over your nipples over and over again. When his thumb rubbed over your left one you let out a sigh and pressed your thighs together to once again fight the uncomfortable heat between them.

After a few moments Daemon crawled down and his mouth met with your bare chest. He looked up to you as he wrapped his soft lips around your nipple and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. His hands laid on your shoulders and he held you down while teasing you with his tongue.

"Please. Daemon, I…" "Mhm, little owl? What is it you need?" You restlessly moved on the bed.

"Please I need more.", you whined and rubbed your core against his leg that laid between yours. Daemon smirked at you and then kissed his way down to your belly.

He tried his best not to be too wild and hastly, he simply didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to feel you so badly and couldn’t wait to touch every part of your body but you were a maiden after all and he genuinely cared about you so he wanted to do his best to be soft and gentle with you.

Daemon wasn’t really used to being with maidens so he usually didn’t have to pay attention to being careful with the whores he spent his time with in brothels but this time it was different. This time it was his niece, his young, precious, innocent niece. And even though Daemon wasn’t famous for being a gentle and sensitive human being, with you, he thruthfully wanted to make this experience good for you.

And then Daemon’s gaze met with your sex. He looked up to you and made sure you watched him and then teasingly ran his tongue over your little nub. You whimpered, feeling like his teasing was him torturing you and threw your head back. But Daemon wouldn’t have any of this.

His hand reached up and grabbed your chin. "Ugh uhm. You’ll be looking at me." You nodded with a desperate expression on your face and returned your eyes to your uncle’s face.

He lowered his head and licked from your hole up to your pearl which made you shriek and grab the sheets. "Daemon.", you whined with a shaky voice.

"Mhmm, I know, little owl." His eyes rolled back at the taste of you and he buried his face deep in your cunt. His tongue connected with your throbbing pearl and he flicked, circled and nibbed at it. You were a mess and literally saw stars in front of you. You moaned and whimpered and if Daemon’s hands on your hips didn’t hold you down you would move around on the bed like you were haunted by the devil. Which you, well, might be, because Daemon’s tongue brought you heaven and hell at the same time.

His touch made you want to die right there because you thought things simply couldn’t get any better than this but at the same time he was a tease and you just wanted to get rid of this pulsating between your legs.

Daemon drove you closer and closer to the edge and you didn’t know what would happen if you fell over it. You felt your stomach tighten and your legs shake and it felt just like what you had felt back when he had touched you in the corridor. But then…. It stopped. Again, just like in the corridor and you desperately reached out to pull at his hair.

"No, please Daemon.", you whimpered and tried to get him to continue his magical tongue movement.

"Please, please. Don’t stop." You could see him smirk through your half closed eyes and your anger grew. He was teasing you, wanted to make you go crazy. He self – indulgently licked over his lips and you could see your juices glistening on them. "Heavenly.", he growled, completely ignoring your complaints. "Daemon. Why did you stop?", you cried out and restlessly moved your legs in an attempt to make him do something. Anything.

Daemon softly slapped your thigh and looked at you seriously. "Shut it. You’ll take what I give you, little owl, alright?" With his last word his face looked more friendly again and you obediently nodded.

Then your uncle lowered his face again and ate your cunt as if it was his very last meal. First, he greedily licked into you to savour your sweet juices and then his mouth concentrated on your little nub again. Waves of pleasure were washing over you and at some point you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore which Daemon immediately noticed.

"Look at me, Vhaela. Look at me licking your sweet cunt." You forced yourself to open your eyes again even though it was hard and saw him smirk at you. "That’s right, little girl."

After a few minutes you could feel your body approaching this very edge again that you had already visited twice that night and you were just praying to all gods that this time Daemon would actually allow you to discover what awaited you when you stepped over it. Your uncle noticed that you were close as your walls were clenching and your shaking intensed.

"I want you to come for me, little owl. Come on, drown me with your juices.", he growled and his fingers were digging into the skin on your hips. Suddenly there was this knot in your stomach that seemed to contract and then explode inside of you. All the pleasure flowed from your lower belly throughout your whole body. And there was this tension in your thighs that felt so good in a weird way and you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. "Mhmm.", you whimpered while tightly holding on to his hair. "Oh, Daemon."

Daemon hadn’t stopped licking your cunt and greedily swallowed every ounce of your sweet honey. But after your high his touch started to feel uncomfortable and you pulled at his hair so he would stop.

"It doesn’t feel good anymore now?" You nodded and Daemon kissed the inside of your thigh. "My sweet owl. You’ve been such a good girl." You felt yourself blush even though you were sure that due to your already burning face he wouldn’t even notice it.

Your uncle crawled up to lay on top of you and eagerly pressed his lips on yours. You felt him rock his abdomen against your core and his male parts prominently brushed against you. You were still overstimulated so it felt a little uncomfortable at first but then you felt your pearl receiving pleasure again by his cock that rubbed over the nub now and then.

You were no fool and you knew what would seemingly be happening now in a matter of minutes. And seven hells, you knew that it was so incredibly wrong that you wanted to slap yourself. You were torn between wanting nothing in this world more than to let Daemon take you, claim you, insert himself in you so you felt him on every part of your body and pushing him away because you knew so well that it would have terrible consequences. You were desperate, helpless because you simply didn’t want to stop him. You simply couldn’t. Not with the prospect of him taking you now and here.

You were too weak to act with sanity and it made you feel destressed. It was simply a matter of strength of will and you knew that you didn’t have what it took to do the right thing. And it scared you because you already feared the consequences while not being able to change anything about it. You already feared what people would say about you when they found out about it and you knew that it was still in your hands to change the outcome. But you wouldn’t. You would never stop Daemon and it made you desperate and sad.

You felt some tears in your eyes while he still kissed you and it didn’t take long until your uncle noticed them. He gently caressed your cheeks and removed the tears from your face when they fell down.

"Shh, little owl. Don’t be scared. I’m not gonna force you." You quickly nodded. "I know.", you spoke with a weak voice.

"Then what is it, mhm?", Daemon whispered. "Nothing.", you lied. Saying to him that you feared the consequences of your actions wouldn’t change anything because you WANTED him to take these very actions. It was all weird and strange and didn’t make any sense.

You kissed him so he’d really believe you. "I want you, Daemon.", you whispered and you meant it. "Please." He gently bit your lower lip. "What do you want, sweet girl? Tell me." You buried your face in his neck and impatiently moved underneath him.

"Take me, Daemon. Please.", you whined. He smirked and then you watched him open his pants. Your eyes were fixed on his abdomen as he pulled them down and revealed his hard cock. He was big, his veins were prominent and you could see his tip glistening.

"Is it gonna hurt?", you asked with widened eyes and Daemon caringly ran his thumb over your cheek. "It’s possible that it’ll hurt you a little. But I’ll try my best to be gentle with you." You nodded. You trusted your uncle, you knew him and you were certain that he wouldn’t do anything bad or painful to you.

Then he grabbed his cock and ran its tip through your folds. He collected your juices and then teasingly rubbed against your pearl. It felt good and you closed your eyes only to remember his words. Quickly you opened them again and looked at him while he helped you relax your body.

Then, as he felt you were calm, he moved his tip to your entrance. He circled it with his cock and then caressed your hair. "Relax, little owl. And take a deep breath." You did as he told you and then felt him enter you.

There was a sharp pain in your core that made you let out a whimper. Your eyes instantly filled with tears and you could feel your veins pulsating. Daemon kissed away the tears that ran down your cheeks and soothingly stroked your hair.

"It’s alright, dōna atroksia (sweet owl). It’s gonna be better in a few seconds." He was actually right and after a few moments the pain vanished and you were able to really perceive him inside your body. You felt so full and close to him that you grabbed his shoulders as if you were afraid he would leave you.

Daemon slowly pulled out of you again only to thrust back in. There was another moment of uncomfortable pain but this time it wasn’t that intense. He pushed in and out of you and after a few more of his thrusts there wasn’t any pain anymore. You even started to move along to his body and lifted your hips to meet his thrusts. Daemon breathed heavily and had rested his left arm next to your head while his right held your neck.

"Seven hells.", he moaned and threw his head back. "You feel so fucking… good." His pace got faster and his balls slapped against your cunt as he entered you over and over again and got deeper with every thrust. You thought you could feel him in your belly and you wrapped your arms around his back. His cock hit that spot again that his fingers had found earlier tonight and it drove you crazy.

"Daemon.", you sighed and threw your head back. The two of you were like animals trying to keep up with each other and the smell of sweat and lust filled the room. You wanted to fuse, claim the other person and preferably remain in this position until the end of time.

But then Daemon felt that he was about to reach his high. He was too caught up in his pleasure and ecstasy to watch out for you and whether you would be able to orgasm a second time this night because he focused on chasing his own release.

"M’gonna feel you with my seed. Make you mine, little owl. Make you my little whore." Your hands grabbed his hair and you pulled him closer to you. "Mhmm.", you whimpered, feeling pleasure but nowhere close to what you had felt when his head had dived between your thighs.

"Gonna fill your tight cunt and mark you as mine." Then he let out a deep growl and threw his head back. "Oh fuck." His seed filled your hole and then he collapsed on top of you. Daemon’s head laid in the crouch of your neck and he tried to get his breath back.

Even though you hadn’t finished a second time, you still felt how weak and exhausted you were and your limbs hurt. So you were happy just laying there with your uncle on top of you and felt how your eyelids got heavy. Your thoughts slowly started to fade away in the dark of the night… your muscles relaxed….

[eccentricallygothic]

Depraved Night's Watch Lord Commander!Jon Snow and Arrogant Noble Woman!You…

Warning(s): Noncon/Dubcon, dark!Jon Snow, kidnapping, kissing, groping, forced stripping, manipulation, breeding kink, bastard shaming, humiliation. MDNI. 

Note: Can/Does this qualify for Kinktober/Halloween?

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His bushy lips that are akin in their roughness to his fingers that ‘gently’ move your hair away from your back that he further exposes by pulling on the harness that had been holding your blouse together feel harsh against your soft skin. He pushes the mass of your soft strands over one of your shoulders from behind and a beastly arm is wrapped around your waist to pull your body closer to that of your captive so he can press his deranged and lewd kisses along the length of your spine, the sickening sensation causing for your body to curl in disgust.

Jon Snow is a bastard in every sense of the word. 

Having meticulously crafted the persona of the gentle warrior full of valiance, endurance and better sense, you now understand with a frightening realization that he tirelessly worked for the construction of his present circumstances for years so he could perform a flawless execution of his plan that you are living now.

Although for reasons not particularly aimed at the shallowness in his facade that you can see through now, it is now that you know that you had always been right in your unyielding contempt of him. That your intuition that there festered something dark and twisted behind those ‘innocent’ eyes of his that were black as night and thus your accordingly treatment of him was justified. 

Jon had taken your unrelenting shaming and insulting of his origin, your humiliating rejection of his proposal to you and your vehement refusals of any and all attempts at any kind of an alliance between the two of you with a smile for years so as to portray you an unruly beast-like daughter of an influential man only so he could do this. 

Your chapped lips curl in fury and disdain that you feel for the thought as well as yourself. You had always considered your skills in self defense and swordsmanship to be on par with any other lad your age. 

Only for your mind to not even process your abduction when it was underway let alone your combative learnings to come into play. 

Your body stiffens when one of his hairy paws reach for your bare breasts and you almost smack it away but your stomach lets out a painful growl and the lining of your stomach painfully retracts into your organs at that very moment almost as a signal to make you stop and reconsider your urges. Your body freezes and you let your eyes wander to the object of your humiliation and assured desecration. The sight causes for your dry mouth to salivate in a way you had been a stranger to before this.

A steaming bowl of stew with a jug of water. 

That is the deal. Jon says he will not force himself on you. No. Rather, you will willingly surrender yourself to his touch and mercy. You are to welcome his acquaintance with your intimates, thank him for it, moan for him, let yourself loose to his touch and enjoy everything he plans to do to you. 

Water for every pinch and grope.

Fire and warmth for every move and sway of your body like the whores you've shamed your whole life.

Food for every adulterous act. 

A treat for every ‘experimental’ position in the bed that is currently a heap of carelessly woven straws.

A possible improvement of living conditions for every bastard you bear him.

He can easily bring the appropriate means down in this dungeon that he has built specifically for you in the undergrounds of Castle Black to marry you and legalize as well as religiously sanction this depraved dynamic he has devised for the two of you. 

But just why would he do that when he can easily get what he wants from you whilst torturing you to live through exactly what you have shamed him for all your lives? 

. . .

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[imaginesinthewind]

Blood of my blood

Pairing: Jon Snow x f!reader

Summary: The night before the Battle of Bastards, promises are exchanged between Jon and you. Inspired by an Outlander quote from Jamie Fraser. If you recognize it, you earn a cookie.

A/N: A small fluffy Jon Snow drabble, because I can't sleep. Very tooth-rotting romantic. You are warned.

"Where were you? I looked for you, over there."

You would have recognised that voice anywhere. Raspy, soft, deep. And low.

The cold was biting your cheeks, causing them to turn more pink than usual. As the last men were exiting Jon's tent, where the last war council was held, you realised that you had been standing there for way too long, staring into the nothingness, ghosts dancing across your eyes.

You slowly turned around to face Jon. His black curls were held backwards, making him look more and more like his father; not only in looks, but also in attitude. He looked tired, and worried. But a cold determination was glowing in his gaze.

His arms slowly came to surround you, pulling you towards him and his comforting figure. And suddenly, it seemed that the ghosts you were facing silently faded away.

"You're worried," Jon noticed.

A small sigh escaped your lips, and your hands came to rest on his shoulders, playing with edges of his armour.

"I only just got you back," you whispered, avoiding his eyes. "And... I mean, if anything were to happen--"

"(Y/N)", Jon cut you off.

A callous hand lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"You don't need to worry yourself sick about me. I've been through way, way worse."

The hint of a smile danced across his features.

"I will always come back. You should know that by now. Plus, there is only one thing you need to worry about."

One of his hands softly caressed your baby bump, almost invisible to the naked eye. You had told Jon a few days ago; and now, more than ever, it was like his actions to take back Winterfell from Ramsay had some kind of undergoing urgency.

He held you closer to him, and your head came to rest on his chest. You remained there for a few seconds, content in his embrace, breathing slowly.

"Promise me," you finally whispered. "Promise me that you will come back to me."

There was a moment of silence. But then, Jon pulled you away from him. His face looked serious and soft at the same time as he looked at you; like you were the moon of his life. The one and only thing that made sense.

"I can do better than that, love."

His harsh northern accent contrasted with the softness of his voice.

You frowned, and watched in disbelief as Jon suddenly got on one knee.

"Jon," you began, but he cut you off again.

"No, (Y/N). Let me do this, once and for all."

He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. Suddenly, Jon, your childhood love, the one you had lost and found again, looked desperate.

"I don't have anything to offer you, (Y/N). I have no lands, no titles. But I know this. When I'm with you, I am no longer this commander everyone expects me to be. I am just a boy in love, all over again."

Jon stood up again, and grabbed both of your hands.

"You are the blood of my blood, bone of my bone. I gave you my body and you gave me yours, so that we could become one. So, please. If I win this, be mine. Marry me."

Your heart grew bigger in your chest, as if it was about to burst. Burst for this sweet and devoted man in front of you.

Your vision blurried, and you nearly threw yourself in his arms.

"Oh, Jon..."

You closed your eyes and held him tight.

"You are worth all of these things, and more even. I love you. Yes, I will marry you."

Ramsay Bolton would not live to see another night on this earth.

Somewhere in the dead of night, Jon made an oath to himself.

[justanoasisimagines]

Reuinted

Summary; Jon dreams of being reunited with you, but what happens when he does. Pairing; Jon Snow x Female Reader WordCount; 548 Warnings; Strong Language A/N; Requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and the banner

Since the day Jon left Winterfell and took the black, a lot had happened. He'd been tried and tested beyond his wildest dreams or night terrors. Yet by the grace of the Gods, he'd survived.

Jon was forced to adapt and change. To fight for his life, he barely had time to himself. To think of anything but the challenge in front of him. Yet when he could his mind drifted to the wellbeing of his family, to you and his son.

A night of passion after moons of tottering around each other. Subtle glances and touches, softly spoken words of admiration before it all boiled over.

It had been the final straw for Catelyn. her husband's bastard having a bastard child of his own. His father promised to take you in, to give the child and yourself a comfortable life.

Many moons had passed, and the boy would be five name days old. He'd heard no word if either of you were alive or dead. It troubled his thoughts knowing he'd never held his son. He'd never confessed to you, your son was more than a night of lust, but rather love. If he was being honest, he'd loved you the moment his eyes laid on you. It didn't matter the length of time passed, he'd always love you.

"Lord commander there is someone here to see you." Ser Davos instructed. Jon quietly shoved the thoughts aside as he strode around the familiar passages. As he reached the steps leading down to the courtyard. He froze.

A tall blonde woman who appeared with a dark-haired man, perhaps a squire stood in the center. Yet it wasn't them who'd stumped him. Sansa was standing in front of them holding the hand of a dark-haired little boy, the spitting image of himself.

Gods, please don't let this be a dream.

Jon took his time making his way down each step. His eyes were firmly placed on his family, terrified of them disappearing.

Sansa threw herself into his arms. He held onto her tightly, he'd been apart from his family for too long. Over her shoulder, he caught you lifting your son into your arms saying something to him.

Once he and Sansa parted. She stepped to the side, a look of knowing. Jon suddenly felt unease settle in his stomach as he slowly approached you.

Jon took a long pause. Jon couldn't believe the years apart had enhanced your beauty. His son appeared to be strong, dressed in warm furs in his house colors. A proper little Northern Lord.

Jon couldn't speak. He'd imagined this scenario a couple hundred times, yet he couldn't speak. He didn't have words. What should he say? What could he say?

"You are finally in front of the woman who blesses your dreams and you don't speak. Can your son speak?" Tormund interupted his thoughts. Jon smiled as his son giggled at Tormund's odd question while he buried his head into your neck.

"He's a little shy at first but he'll warm up soon enough. Hello Jon." Hearing your voice broke Jon out of his indecisive state, he crossed the distance between you bringing you both into his arms, holding on for dear life. He refused to let you out of his sight again.

[miss-celestia13]

Howl for Me

“As I said, cruel.” His hands fell away from her chest, grabbing her hips and stopping her from wriggling, his fingers dragging up the skirt of her gown by inches. “I should deny you. Teach you a lesson for abandoning your King.”

A snarl curled her lips as she turned to look at him, shadows casting his face into something otherworldly. His glossy slate eyes, as changeable as the weather, pulled at and stared through her, a tingle in her chest dripping down and into her core, where it burned like wildfire.

“If you dare, I shall hold a dinner with the King and Queen every night for a moon’s turn,” she threatened, though her voice shook as his calloused fingers ghosted her bare thigh and his knee parted her legs.

Daenerys leaves Jon alone to host a dinner, knowing he will use his frustration to her lusty advantage once he comes to find her. It works better than she anticipated.

[jacaeryslover]

RAISED BY WOLVES: a jon snow fanfic.

02.

it took some time to get the guardian of the north to accept your request, he knew it was going to be dangerous, but he couldn't say no to you, he loved you like you were his own blood.

arya was as thrilled as you, she couldn't wait to begin the journey to kings landing. " i hope i get to practice with my sword" she said to you, while mimicking the action of sword fighting, she also told you that jon gifted her a sword, and that she called it needle.

you knew that sansa was smitten by that baratheon boy, prince joffrey. but you wished to never be in his presence, he was a repulsive human being, and you saw that the days he stayed in your home. but love blinds you, or perhaps, dreams do.

somehow, the news travelled fast enough that they reached robb and jon. robb looked at you, analizing your expressions, like he knew that that was exactly what you needed, a look into your past. and jon didn't say a thing, maybe he didn't care enough to try and change your mind, or perhaps he cared so much, he couldn't say a thing. and you wished it was the latter.

later that day, robb stark entered your chambers, and only the old gods and the new ones knew what the young wolf had to do to put his hands on the old book. "this is for you, sister. so you don't forget your blood, and hopefully, you discover more about it in your journey" he said, placing the valyrian book on the girls hands.

"thank you, robb. i- i don't even know what to say. thank you, brother" you heard your voice cracking, knowing he did too, you hugged him really tight. since the day you arrived, he cared for you, and loved you as an older brother would. and you were really grateful.

"it's nothing, the next time we see eachother, you will have to tell me the stories of the old valyria, and the rise of the dragons. as a payment for the book" he said, showing you a cheerful smile. but you could see his watery eyes looking at you, you were grateful for this family you thought, and later those thoughts became questions. does your older brother loves your sister as much as robb loves you? you hoped he did.

the second one to visit your chambers was jon snow, you noticed that he looked troubled, his eyes seemed tired and even though he was looking at you, he seemed distant. "hi there, i heard you're leaving for king's landing." he muttered, his tone lacking affection caught you off guard.

"yes, lord stark allowed me to go with them. i think i really need this, y'know? my family lived in the red keep for ages!" jon felt your excitement in your high pitched voice, almost resembling the nine year old arya. he didn't know if you were excited for leaving the cold winterfell, or if you were excited to finally know more about your family. and he could relate, he wanted to know more about his family too, who is his mother, and is his mother alright?. "but i'm particularly excited to see the library" these last words made him realize that love is a dangerous thing, while he didn't want to part from you, he was delighted at the same time, thinking of your sudden happiness.

"i hope you find the answers you're looking for princess, i really do. see, i talked with my uncle benjen the other night, and i decided to join the night's watch. i came here to bid you goodbye, i guess your departure should've made things easier, but i don't want to leave without saying this first-" you could hear doubt in his voice and immediatly your anxiety began to grow.

"i don't want us to lose what we have, i still don't know what will happen in the future, but- but if i join the nights watch i will swear an oath, one i cannot desobey. and one i will regret if i don't-"

"if you don't what?" you said, growing more and more impatient every second he didn't finished his sentence.

"if i don't kiss you, princess" you stared at him, his moonlight eyes catching your lilac ones. you were not thinking straight. your bodies started to seek eachother like the air you need to breath. with each step taking you to a rushed decision, your heart knew it was a right one.

with your faces almost colliding, you muttered almost like a whisper, only for him to hear it "then kiss me, jon snow".

his lips brushed gently against yours, caressing each corner of your lips, tasting and memorizing every line, every taste, and every sound that you provided him. this was a scene straight out of his dreams.

and life was not fair to him, he could only confirm.

the second he got you, was the second he lost you.

[readingisloving]

“’Tell me,’ he growls, more demand than he’s ever given her – crown or not – and the feeling is heady in its fervency. Sansa stares him down, mouth a harsh frown. She doesn’t resist his hold, doesn’t ease into it either. ‘He says your affections for me aren’t… brotherly.’” - Jon and Sansa. An encounter with Lord Baelish brings the truth of their desires to light.

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I've started reading Game of Thrones and Jon Snow is my baby. He is my son. Catelyn Stark is a bitch

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A fun angsty AGOT au where Ned get smuggled out of King’s Landing to Castle Black - I wonder what sort of dramas could go on there 👀👀👀

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Byka Atroksia (Chapter 2)

Contains: Kissing, touching, inappropriate behaviour between niece and uncle, power imbalance

Wordcount: ~2.69k

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Obviously you would have wanted to spend the evening in your chambers.

You didn’t want to attend this feast, perhaps see Daemon once more with Rhaenyra and you didn’t want to put on a nice face for all the guests but you knew you couldn’t go hide again. Your father would be angry with you if you did.

Speaking of him, you were standing in the corner of the hall now and saw the King searching for someone. When his eyes met yours his face changed and he walked towards you.

"Daughter.", he spoke and you looked to the ground. "Look at me Vhaela." You painfully raised your gaze and saw your father watch you with raised eyebrows.

"What was that, Vhaela? Why didn’t you come with us to greet your uncle?"

"I’m sorry.", you whispered but your father shook his head. "You didn’t answer my question." "I was feeling unwell. I had a headache." Viserys took a deep breath. "Are you feeling better now?"

You quickly nodded and lowered your gaze again. There was a moment of silence and then your father caressed your arm and leaned down to you. "Vhaela…" You still didn’t look at him. "What is wrong? You don’t seem well."

Of course you knew that your father didn’t really believe you, perhaps he believed that you had a headache but he definitely knew that there was something else bothering you. "I don’t want to talk about it, please don’t make me.", you said, tears in your eyes.

"Did you fight with your sister?" Now you neither shook your head nor nodded. "Look, daughter, I know that your sister – " "No please, father. Please can we just not talk about it? I will be better if I simply forget it." Viserys sighed and straightened up again. "Fine. Alright, we will let it slide. For tonight."

You finally looked up to him. "Thank you." "But I want you to know that your sister loves you. Even if she sometimes can’t show it." You nodded but didn’t really agree with his words.

"And I love you also, daughter. Very much. You and your sister, you are the two most valuable things in the world to me." Now was the first time a soft smile appeared on your face and your father took your hand.

"I love you too, father." He returned the smile and then the conversation was over. The king walked away to talk to some council members while you were left alone.

You took a cup of lemonade from one of the servants and remained in your corner. It was a very common position for you, watching the feast from afar and observing the guests. You saw your sister dance with your cousins and several lords, saw her laugh and smile at the right times. And you saw the lords‘ reactions. They were thrilled by the lovely Princess and like so many times before in your life, you wished you were just a little bit more like your sister.

You were overwhelmed when you had to talk to one lord on an entire evening. You couldn’t make them laugh or smile and if they made a compliment it had been made out of good manners.

And you knew that your father knew about your lack of social intelligence by now as well. He had tried to encourage you to socialise with some lords in the past. Now that you were 16 years old you were of age and in the near future should be betrothed to an honorable lord. But ever since your father had saw you try to make conversation with multiple lords on your sister’s name day he hadn’t pushed you again.

You had actually appreciated his reaction because he didn’t make a big thing out of it. He had simply smiled at you softly and said that you two would find a good match for you. That if you won’t find a good match naturally, you could just go on a tour across the continent.

So at the moment you didn’t force yourself to make conversation with the guests. You had greeted some people and exchanged some words but mostly kept to yourself. Perhaps the people could sense that you didn’t feel very well because usually even though you weren’t good at socialising, a lot of people would still come up to talk to you. But now you had time to watch the ceiling, the other guests and let your thoughts flow.

Daemon had also attended the feast by now. Your father had said a few words to express his gratitude for his brother and from your corner you had seen your uncle talk to Rhaenyra. She was glowing, it was like she lightened up the room. There was this glistening in her eyes and you could see Daemon’s wide smile clearly.

You didn’t even bother to feel hurt. It was the way things worked. Rhaenyra was more charming and prettier than you and so she got the attention. But deep down you still felt miserable. You were happy that Daemon was back but you knew it would also be exhausting from now on to either watch your sister and uncle get along so well and try not to be sad that he wouldn’t grant you the same attention or fight for it.

It didn’t matter what you would choose, it would hurt you and tire you.

The minutes went by and the feast was now in full swing. People were dancing and the music was playing loudly. You were holding a cup of lemonade in your hand when you saw your uncle walking through the crowd in your direction. At first you thought he was looking for Rhaenyra or your father but then his gaze met yours and he approached you.

"Niece, I’ve been looking for you." "Sorry, I was…."

"You wanted to hide in this corner.", he smirked and leaned with one arm against the wall next to you. He held a cup of wine in his other hand and watched you smugly. "You look pretty.", he said and you looked up to him.

"Thank you.", you whispered and felt your face getting warm. "And you’re wearing the necklace I brought you." You nodded and now gave him a little smile. Daemon straightened up again and you looked at him curiously.

"May I have this next dance, little owl?" You felt your mood getting better at his words and your smile intensed while your insides already danced. "Yes."

Daemon offered you his arm and smirked while the two of you walked towards the middle of the room where the people were enjoying themselves to the music. Your uncle put his right hand on your waist while your left connected with his shoulder. His other hand held yours gently and you started moving to the music.

"Aōha kepa vestragon naejot emagon shijetra nyke" (Your father seems to have forgiven me.), Daemon suddenly said in High Valyrian.

Your uncle referred to a disagreement the King and Daemon had had a few weeks before he had left King’s Landing to fight at the Stepstones. Your uncle and his army of gold cloaks had messed around in the city and killed and hurt criminals. The King had been furious about the fact that Daemon had broken the law even though he obviously didn’t tolerate the criminals either. Daemon had argumented that he only had brought justice but your father had said that only because Daemon was his brother didn’t mean that there were different rules for him.

"Īles iā bōsa jēda.  Ziry's sepār biare bona ao māstan arlī." (It was a long time ago. He’s just happy about your safe return.), you spoke and Daemon shook his head.

"Aōha kepa iksis iā sȳz vala. Yn ziry shijetra tolī adhirikydho." (Your father is a kind man. But he forgives too quickly.) You frowned. "Skoro syt gaomagon ao daor kirimvogon zirȳla bona ziry daoriot ȳdragon hen ziry dombo?" (Shouldn’t you be grateful that he doesn’t speak of it anymore?)

"I am.", Daemon said. "But I don’t want his enemies to think that he’s weak." Your gaze wandered to your father who stood next to lord Corlys.

"He’s not. He just really wants you in his life." Daemon raised his eyebrows. "Is that so?"

"He doesn’t like it if the two of you fight. Every time you do he’s afraid he’s gonna lose you. That you’ll run away and never come back. He’s not like this with everyone, he can be resentful but with you… He sees you as a bird who’s always by the open window, about to fly away. He does everything in his power to pull you back in. Even if he has to swallow his pride and forgive you anything."

You looked at your uncle again and saw him smirk. "What?", you asked. "You’re a good observer, little owl. You see things and understand them." You didn’t know how to react to his words and so just dropped your gaze to your feet.

"No.", Daemon spoke and reached out with the hand that had laid on your waist to lift up your chin. "You’re always doing this.", he said quietly and you looked right into his glistening eyes.

"You always look away or to your feet. I want you to look at me, little one." You gulped and forced yourself to look in your uncle’s eyes. You could feel your pulse in your veins and your face got even hotter.

Daemon seemed to have noticed that you were nervous because he slightly, just a little, soft touch, ran his thumb over your chin. Then he dropped his hand again and watched you intensely. "Come." Without waiting for a reaction he pulled you with him and the two of you left the dance area. You could see Rhaenyra in the corner of your eye looking at you but you couldn’t really focus on her at the moment.

Daemon guided you out of the hall and through the corridors of the Red Keep. The two of you were walking silencely until you found yourself in a dark corridor. You could still hear the music from the feast, so you weren’t too far away from the hall but you couldn’t see any guards or anyone else except Daemon who was now standing in front of you.

"What are we doing, uncle?", you whispered and you felt your hand slightly shake. He didn’t answer you immediately but moved a strand of hair out of your face. You watched him nervously and he chuckled at your tensed expression.

"Byka atroksia…" (Little owl), he whispered darkly and caressed your burning cheek. You could only stare up to him. You were frozen and weren’t able to say anything. Your heart was beating twice as fast as usually and you were glad that in the dark corridor Daemon couldn’t see the colour of your face.

"Such a pretty face you have...", he growled and moved his finger over your jaw until he reached your neck where he ran his fingers over your soft skin. Your breath was fastened and you could only look at his lips that were only a few centimeters away.

Daemon had moved closer to you and you could feel the wall against your back. "Daemon.", you said so quietly that he almost wasn’t able to hear it. Your uncle chuckled and now he connected his other hand, that wasn’t occupied with touching your neck with your waist. He moved even closer to you and slightly pressed you against the wall behind you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly and you felt like you couldn’t get enough air.

"Daemon.", you said again, not knowing why you had said his name and it almost sounded like a whine. It drove Daemon mad and he tightened his grip on your waist. He then finally leaned down to kiss your lips. At first very gently because he just wanted to savour the softness of your lips, but then really quickly he wanted more of you. He pushed against your mouth and his tongue demanded entrance. You had never kissed anyone before and were quite overwhelmed with the action but it felt good so you opened your mouth for him.

Daemon moaned against your mouth satisfied and his tongue entered your mouth. You couldn’t help but let out a helpless whimper and moved your hands to pull at his shoulders to get some support. In the meantime, he had his right hand on your neck to press you closer to him while his left still tightly held your waist. It was messy, intense and you felt like in a fever dream. What was happening right now?

It felt like it wasn’t you who was doing this. It was wrong, obviously. You shouldn’t kiss someone before getting married and so you shouldn’t let him touch and kiss you like this right now. But it felt too good to stop him. His touch felt like fire warming your skin and you had started to feel a pulsating heat between your legs. You didn’t know what exactly that was but it started to be uncomfortable so you unconsciously tried to get rid of it by moving against your uncle’s leg that was pressing against your thigh. You only realised what you had done when Daemon chuckled against your mouth and followed your movement. He pushed his leg between your legs and you let out a surprised noise.

His mouth continued to explore yours and you just tried to keep up with everything and not sink into a cloud of overload. Then, suddenly Daemon’s mouth traveled away from your lips and kissed his way down to your neck. He left a trail of soft, wet kisses and you intuitively held on to his hair. His mouth found your collarbone and his lips sucked on your skin.

"Daemon.", you whined. "We shouldn’t do this." Your uncle stopped his tongue movement, raised his head and his gaze found yours again. His mouth changed to a smirk and he placed his hand on your cheek.

"We shouldn’t, yes. But I don’t care what we should or shouldn’t do." His mouth got close to your ear and he very quietly whispered: "And I have a strong feeling my precious little niece is a bit eager for more, isn’t she?" Daemon let go of your face and rested his hands on the wall to the right and left of your face.

You breathed uncontrollably and then leaned forwards to kiss him again. But he moved his face away before your lips could touch and simply laughed at your discontent expression. You tried again but he denied you once again. Now you were angry and confused and didn’t know what to do. Daemon just watched you with a cocky smile and for some reason it made you even angrier at this moment.

So you put your hands on his chest, pushed him away from you and attempted to leave. But your uncle didn’t let you, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back so you were trapped between his body and the wall. He got very close to your face and then slowly pressed his lips on yours. It was only very short this time and after a few seconds he backed away once again. You grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to pull him back to you but you didn’t have a chance to move his muscular body.

You felt tears in your eyes from your desperation but Daemon still didn’t give in. He just leaned down to you and kissed your cheek. Then he suddenly reached down and lifted your skirts. In a matter of seconds you could feel his hand on your naked thigh and you were pressed to the wall once again. Your uncle’s face was close to yours and he lightly brushed with his lips over your jaw.

"Have you ever touched yourself, little owl?" "Touched myself?", you asked, not knowing what he meant.

"Between your legs. On your most intimate parts. Until pleasure washes over you that feels like a hundred waves crashing."

[axelsagewrites]

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Tomorrow a Jon snow smut hc is going up (all ready written just needs formatted) then I kinda wanna do a Robb Stark one. I'm in a bit of a Robb phase rn but give me more characters cause I wanna expand my horizon.

Also the smut hc are getting me more comfortable writing that kinda thing so I want to attempt to write a one shot of it soon

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The Dragon and the Wolf

Fandom: Game of Thrones Pairing: Daenerys Targaryen x Male!Reader Summary: There is a story of the Dragon Queen and the Royal Wolf, it’s a love story - surprisingly. Word Count: 1,963

“Tell me stories of your siblings again.”

You turn to look at your queen, you shifted your position in the bed to face her, she strokes your Stark hair before thinking.

“Depends on what you want to know? My righteous twin brother, Robb Stark, a natural-born leader but always have been sceptical of his decision, I wish I could see him one last time. My half-brother, Jon Snow. He may be a bastard but he’s still of blood. Or my high strung sister, Sansa? Beautiful she is, and if I hear correctly - wounding up with Margery Tyrell would certainly cause her to be a distinctive player within our long game for the throne.”

“And your other siblings?”

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[justanoasisimagines]

Being Married to Jon Snow

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❀Jon would be the more dotting husband. He would do anything to provide for you and his family. He'd protect them with his life.

❀Jon's attentive and he values your opinion. He wants to know what you care about, what your interests, passions and hobbies and he's going to do everything to encourage you.

❀Jon would be protective of you. No one would get away with disrespecting you. He would quickly put them into place. The usual calm and stoic would become someone you don't want to mess with.

❀Jon addresses you as 'my wife' whenever he's regarding you. It's a subtle act of possession in case anyone forgets the two of you are married.

❀When Jon can he likes to break his fast with you. He needs to start his day. To communicate with you so he knows what's going on with you and vice versa. During this time he wouldn't want to be disturbed so you two can have a frank and open discussion.

❀Jon likes to take walks through the Godswood with you whenever he can. He likes the quietness and the privacy of the woods. When the two of you have children he would include them in your walks.

❀Jon likes to give gifts. He does this whenever he sees something that reminds him of you he'll gift it to you. Jon is a rather sentimental person. He wants to make a declarations of love to you.

❀Jon would have rings made for you both. As a symbol of your love to symbolize your union. Jon would want people to know you two belong to each other.

❀Jon spends a lot of time being worried about you. He's always concerned you're safe, healthy and looked after. He doesn't want to mess up. He'd be worried about making sure he was an honorable man and a good father to his children.

❀Ghost would be protective of you. He would spend equal time with you and with Jon. Jon often finds Ghost curled up beside your feet or if you're headed to bed Ghost will be lying at the bottom of the bed.

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