#let jon be the black bastard !!

[ladyofchroyane]

‘the black bastard of the wall’ moniker is the exact opposite of the ‘white wolf’ moniker and this perfectly highlights the irreconcilable differences between book Jon and show Jon

[venusbyline]

HEADCANON: Perverted Half-brother!Jon Snow

— pairing: Jon Snow x half-sister!reader

— type: smut, dark, modern AU

— tags/warnings: female!reader, dark!Jon Snow, innocent!reader, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, rape/non-con, Stark Incest (older brother/younger sister), non-con somnophilia, non-con voyeurism, dubcon underage sex, fingering, corruption kink, age gap (older man/younger woman), Jon Snow is 23-24 and Reader is 16-17, non-con nude photos, dry humping, abusive and toxic relationship, manipulation, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, gaslighting, jealousy, spanking, butt slapping, violence, dacryphilia, vaginal sex, masturbation (male receiving), sadism, dark content, Stark!reader, dom!Jon Snow, sub!reader. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

— author's notes: Hope you guys like it 💚💚 And if you don't like this type of dark content, just keep scrolling it, it's alright!

❥ Game of Thrones masterlist • HOTD masterlist • ASOIAF headcanons

❥ about me • main masterlist

• Perverted half-brother!Jon Snow who was away from home for a few years due to college in another city, but finally returned and became obsessed after meeting his sweet half-sister again.

• Perverted half-brother!Jon Snow who will always drive you to High School in his fancy car, letting you listen to your favorite songs, suck on some strawberry lollipops and talk about the gossips from your 11th grade.

• Perverted half-brother!Jon Snow who loves admiring you wearing your black schoolgirl mini-skirts, even though he gets jealous when the other boys at your school whistle in your direction.

• Perverted half-brother!Jon Snow who always calls you "my little sister" or "little one".

• Perverted half-brother!Jon Snow who would act just like a good big brother in front of you, but would always take your cotton panties from your drawer and jerking off afterwards, smelling them while you aren't home.

• Perverted half-brother!Jon Snow who would definitely sneak into your room at night to see you sleeping and wearing your cute pink pajamas.

• Perverted half-brother!Jon Snow who wouldn't be content with just watching, so he would caress your covered little pussy, being very careful not to wake you up.

• Perverted half-brother!Jon Snow who would always take pictures of you when you're sleeping, pulling down your pajama shirt so he could squeeze your pretty breasts and take the pictures of his hand playing with your nipples then.

• Perverted half-brother!Jon Snow who would be quite jealous and angry when he found out that you gave your classmate a handjob, then he would lay your trembling body down on his knees, lifting your skirt and panties, spanking your ass until it was all reddish and too sore.

• Perverted half-brother!Jon Snow who would feel kinda guilty when he saw you so hurt after the punishment. He would wipe your tears and caress your aching skin, giving little kisses on your buttocks and saying that he wouldn't tell your father anything about the other guy, but just if you were a good girl for him.

• Perverted half-brother!Jon Snow, who from that day on, would always fuck you in your bedroom, dirtying all your bedsheets and your teddy bears with his cum and your frequent squirting, or also in Ned and Catelyn's bed, having fun picturing how horrified your mother would be if she knew that her beloved and innocent daughter was loving fucking with your perverted and bastard older brother.

[littlejoels]

snow sucks the warmth from your covered and uncovered bones. not just falling—it gnaws at you, you can feel it writhes down your spine, and slides beneath velvet like the literal hand of death himself. yet you don’t shiver, not once; instead, you swing down from the saddle with unused grace, skirts spilling over the frostbitten dirt, while the black brothers stare openly, gaping. no woman comes north of the wall. especially none with gold decorating her throat. you don't care.

“where is he?” you asked one of the criminals. they force you to wait in the pungent mess. smelly salt pork, watery stew. none of it touches your lips. you stand right by the hearth. watching the flames die slowly, and waiting for the one name that still matters to you.

and when he enters, snow melting in curls around his collar, your breath leaves your chest. jon snow.

taller and broader now. wrapped in that great, heavy fur coat that swallows his frame and makes him look even larger, older. colder. his eyes scan the tent and catch yours—

you run—no thought or hesitation. expensive boots slamming through the mud, your skirt fisted in your hands. criminals sit at the tables, but you shove past them and leap straight into jon’s arms. he nearly stumbles, but catches you anyway. wraps those long, calloused hands around your waist and steadies you.

his voice is completely breathless. “you came here?” you bury your face into his cloak, that scratchy wool scraping your cheek in the best way. he smells like smoke, pine, and metal.

you murmur into him, “i had to..no one else up here has lips worth kissing.”

his laugh is somewhat familiar, yet lacking its usual lightheartedness. “you shouldn’t be here.”

“you shouldn’t be wearing this many clothes.” you tug his coat playfully. “but here we are, both making terrible decisions.”

his brow creases; that same skeptical little knot between his eyes. “what are you doing north of the wall? i thought cersei locked you up the moment joffrey got his first sword.”

“he is to be king.”

“that doesn’t answer my question.”

you tilt your head, letting your hair spill over your shoulder. “then let me try again, snow.” you take a step back, raise your chin. “i came to ask if you’d come home. be my guard. stand with me while that little shit of a cousin wears his father’s crown.”

he stiffens, “you’re asking me to leave the night’s watch?”

“yes.”

“that’s desertion.”

“it’s loyalty..just…not the kind they want.”

his voice hardens, “and why do you care?”

you smile, teeth on full display, “because i can’t do this without someone who sees through the masks. someone who sees me. if i have to sit next to joffrey every day while he stabs his fork into roast duck and talks about war like a game, i’ll throw myself from the red keep.”

he looks at you, sadness and worry filling his eyes. “princesses don’t run away from home for bastards.”

“please,” your lip curls. “i’ve never been a proper princess, and you’ve never been just a bastard.” the mess hall stinks of sweat and boiled meat. laughter clangs around you like chains. and still, you look only at him.

he gestures toward a side door, “come.” the corridor was cold, shadowed, and carved from black stone. you trail him in silence. your boots echoing behind his.

“does cersei know?” he asks.

“that i left?”

“that you came for me.”

you pause before speaking, “no.”

he turns to face you, “then why risk it?”

you close the already tight space between you, fingers brushing his chest. "because you were the only one who ever spoke to me plainly, even when the truth stung like a blade. you never bowed, never flattered or lied just to stay in my favor—and that is why i trust you."

you take his hand and place it over your ribs, closer to your breast. your heart pounds beneath his palm.“and i need you. not your sword or your strength..you.”

his thumb twitches, brushes fabric. “you want me to abandon my vows.”

you step closer. “i want you to remember who you were before them. you were mine, jon snow. you always were, always will be.”

the air between you crackles, and for an honest moment, you think he’ll say yes. his hand slides up your arm, along your neck, into your hair, but his voice is steady. “i can not leave them, your highness.”

you blink, ignoring the formalities, “what?”

he swallows hard. “my brothers. i made a vow, and they’re all i have. if i abandon them for you, what does that make me?”

“mine.”

he laughs bitterly, “that is not enough.”

your throat burns, and your once steady beating heart stutters.“then what? you just stay here? freezing? watching the trees?”

“you know what it is here. it’s hard, but is not twisted with politics and poison and lies.”

your voice breaks. “but i’m there and you’re not.”

he steps in closer—mouth so close to yours that his breath fogs your own. you don’t let him think anymore. you grab his collar and yank him down, planting a hard kiss on his chapped mouth.

it wasn't sweet nor gentle. it was pure passion and love; everything you two have been holding in since he left. his hands are everywhere—your hips, your back, your jaw. he kisses you like he’s waited for this moment since the gods were born.

you moan into him. gripping his hair and pulling him tighter. you don’t care who hears. you want the walls to remember it, you want him to. he breaks the kiss first. barely breathing. “if you ask again…” his voice was wrecked and scratchy. “i might say yes.”

you rest your forehead against his. “i won’t.” you won't be the reason he leaves, not now at least. he closes his eyes, still embracing you.

and that’s it, you leave right before the sun rise. keeping your cold reputation, you don’t cry until the gates are all behind you.

special tags: @inbred-eater , @carmysdoll

[gingerhastoomanyobsessions]

the lords in black are so interesting to me because. they’re so us. we’re watching the citizens of hatchetfield suffer for our own entertainment just as much as they are. we’re their accomplices in all of it

pokotho made hatchetfield into a musical because musicals are entertaining. and we ate that shit up! it’s soooo fun watching a little man scramble as the world around him bursts into song. the musical genre is satirized because pokey knows how the genre conventions work just as well as we do. we like watching musicals so much that black friday and npmd are musicals, too, even though they don’t revolve around pokotho’s plans as much as tgwdlm. we want them to sing. pokotho does too.

bliklotep is the audience and the audience is bliklotep. trail to oregon calls the audience “the watcher with one thousand eyes” and that’s not all, in watcher world blinky seems to be able to see through the eyes of anyone and everyone who loves spectacle. he wants to see the characters go through angst because WE love angst. it’s fun to watch alice and bill express their buried frustrations. blinky wants it to end in bloodshed because he loves tragedy, and let’s face it, so do we. it’s like that one post about how hamlet is aware of the audience and is angry that we don’t do anything to intervene because we want to see how it plays out. personally, I think blinky could have stopped the woodwards if he really wanted (he’s an elder god, after all) but alice shooting him shifted the narrative so that the emotional payoff would be more fulfilling if they escaped. and blinky loves a good story.

t’noy karaxis has blorbos. we joke about it, but that’s really what it is, isn’t it? he’s the fan who watches the movie again and again and again and again to see his favorite character’s dramatic death scene. he’s the guy who writes and reads angst fics by the hundreds because he likes to see his faves cry. he’s the hatchetfield enjoyer who’s on the edge of their seat waiting to see how ted kicks the bucket this time. the bastard’s box is pretty much just an ao3 account filled with whump and hurt no comfort. he’s sadistic AND he genuinely adores ted, because we fans are often cruelest to the characters we love the most. he puts ted through character growth— the realization that his life went the way it did because of his own mistakes, his inability to be vulnerable with jenny before it was too late— and he does that by writing a 56-chapter angst fic that’s still updating to this day

nibblenephim is the fan who voraciously devours every scrap of content that a creator produces and demands more, more, more. let’s face it, the fandom will never let starkid rest until we see this story through to its end. and then someone will demand a sequel series. nibbly is hungry because we will never stop yearning for more stories. he’s simple because that desire itself is simple— as humans, we need creativity like we need air to breathe. nibbly wants more because we want more. and we will never be satiated.

wiggog y’rath is the ruler and the king because he’s the self-inserting writer. I think jon matteson plays paul *and* wiggly for a reason— wiggly is the only lord in black to be played by the same actor in every single show, and that actor also plays the protagonist of tgwdlm. wiggly wants to be the protagonist. he tries to force himself into the human world of hatchetfield because he wants to participate, dammit! he wants to be the bestest ruler that the earth has ever seen! everyone has to love him because he’s going to be their bestest fwiend! when he appears in human form he’s gonna be the prom king! he’s the ebony dark’ness dementia raven way of the hatchetfield multiverse. he wants every human character to bend to his whims and to love him and to put him at the tippy-top of planet earth because he’s the writer and the writer’s main character, you fuckheads, and he can make whatever story he wants, whether the other characters like it or not! if you’ve ever written a self-insert story? congratulations! you’ve been wiggog y’rath.

and the funny thing? I don’t think the lords know that they, too, are as fictional as anyone else in hatchetfield. maybe blinky knows— he sees through the audience’s eyes, after all— but I don’t think the others do. if they did, maybe they’d be a little less tyrannical. a little bit nicer.

but then the starkid writers wouldn’t have much of a story to tell, would they?

[syndrossi]

Possibility for a crack AU – combine Regret with Restoration.

Jon wakes up back in the past, and spends a few days in a surreal daze dealing with the fact he’s been ripped from everything he’s come to know and love all over again, and that he has no choice but to rejoin the Night’s Watch to save the world. Then the twins are found, and he starts wondering if this is all some scheme from the sorcerers, so the ice zombies are going to have to be pencilled in around travelling to Volantis and… he’ll figure it out on the way. Oh and he can’t just leave Dany unprotected with three dragon eggs and sorcerers up to no good, so obviously he’ll have to pick her up and convince her that he hasn’t been sent by the Usurper to shank her to death – and maybe try to get uncle Ned to let him borrow enough cash to support a family of four Targs and five dragons without being noticed by every schemer in the entire world, somehow. But it’s all good, it’s all manageable, he totally won’t crack under the stress… wait, is that dad in the sky screaming bloody murder?

For maximum chaos, maybe other!Rhaegal got Winterfelled with Jon, and now the Starks have a multi-ton warbeast in their backyard who is not enjoying all the bad feelings pouring through their bond. Or maybe he woke up in the same place as Daemon and Caraxes, and functions like a Jon-seeking missile, so Daemon skips terrorising the Vale and goes straight for shaking down poor Ned, who will never catch a break in any universe.

So, good news, both of the families Jon loves more than anything are both alive and well and in the same place. Bad news, they’re reacting like coke and mentos with each other. Good news, exacting revenge on the architects of his families doom at dragon-point will do wonders for Jon’s stress levels. Bad news, being the new crown prince will definitely not. Good news, at least being the prince will make preparing Westeros for the War of the Dawn way easier than the first time around, if he can stop Daemon from burning down Castle Black at the first suggestion he pays a visit. Bad news, that’s just one problem down, about a hundred more to go.

*Vet AU, not Regret AU, per clarification from @theratherapprehensivebirdy

The chaos here is very fun! Even though it starts with poor vet!Jon having his life upended yet again. But at least his Stark kin are alive, and he can protect them and kill the Others even harder this time. And, oh, wait, why does he still feel his dragon bond?

The joy mixed with suspicion (toward Volantis, that is!) when his baby twin brothers appear! Watching Ned doing frighteningly well at lying and pretending they're his other bastards and having a new appreciation for how he tried to protect him. Being utterly done with Cat's passive aggression, especially if/when directed at the twins. Robb being such a fourteen-year-old that it aches.

And gosh, yes, stressing over Dany too! If he has a dragon, does he risk leaving his little brothers alone to find her? Fortunately, Daemon shows up in short order and removes that problem from the equation, but somehow things get even more messy. Your coke and mentos analogy is too apt. 😂

Honestly, managing Daemon is a full-time job in this AU combo because his reaction to pretty much any threat is "can it be stabbed? stab it; if not, can it be burned? burn it; if not, try burning it anyway, anything can burn if you try hard enough, this includes the Trident..." RIP Jon's blood pressure, honestly. And he has to help get the succession and transfer of power sorted out in record time, with minimal bloodshed, because there's a ticking Others bomb beyond the Wall and they still don't know what sorcery did this.

[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?

. . . 

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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MASTERLIST

[houseofthedragonn]

What would it be like for both the Lord and Lady Stark to visit The Wall before the height of Winter hits, as part of their yearly duties.

OOO great idea, and i can do cregan, jon, and robb as all were Lord Stark (jon sort of but i’m counting him lol) at some point!! and i do wanna start writing for more than just cregan my beloved

BUT BUCKLE UP BECAUSE ITS COOOOOOOLD:

of course no women are allowed at the Wall but as Lady Stark you are the only exception to that rule

Cregan, Robb, and Jon I feel would worry to some extent that it’s too cold for you, especially if you’re not from the North but especially Cregan constantly asking, “Sure you’re okay, pretty? We can turn back South at anytime.”

Robb the cocky handsome asshole I feel would lovingly taunt you for it, especially if he sees your teeth chattering, but would wrap you up in a bear hug, teasing, “Oh, quit your whining, my love, I’m here to keep you warm…”

Jon the beautiful bastard would worry about men at the Wall, brothers of the Night’s Watch who have not touched let alone laid eyes on a woman in ages and how they would treat you, especially thinking he’s not a real lord

“If any of them try to give you a hard time, gorgeous, you tell me, understand?” Snow made you swear after one of the men made the grave mistake of calling you the bastard’s beauty or Lord Snow’s little girlfriend

the crows quickly learn to respect Jon and you after the disrespectful man is dealt with after a swift punch to the face from Snow knocks him out cold, with many thinking he was dead, but Samwell assures he’s just unconscious

with Cregan and Robb, no one dares cross the line with their Lady Starks as “real” Lords of Winterfell, but their eyes still wander, making both angry but in different ways

Cregan is irate, that they would dare think such lowly men deserved to even lay their eyes upon his noble lady, the mother of his litter of pups, so maybe he sequesters you

which you hate at first, as you genuinely enjoy your yearly duties and conversing with the men, learning how they live, why they chose or were sentenced to the Night’s Watch, it made you thankful for your highborn privileges

but part of you also loved the tension, waiting for Cregan alone in his chambers at Castle Black for the Warden of the North, because when he finally visited you, he was always in the mood to make you scream his name

his jealously making him want to let every man there know who you belong to, leaving windows and the door a crack open for them all to hear, and after, all it took was a look from Stark for the men to look away from you in fear

Robb is more arrogant about it, not hiding your public displays of affection for all to see, sitting you on his lap for all meals and meetings, never letting you leave his side or out of his sight, sucking your neck and kissing you hard

Jon I feel would let and trust you to roam about Castle Black freely, having trained you himself in self-defense and would be more lowkey about it, holding you hand here and there, more for when he needs reassurance

and it goes without saying that to combat such a bone chilling cold before the height of winter hits that they all would end the freezing nights warming each other with body heat on a wolf’s fur rug beside a big burning hearth

[yanderes-galore]

What about a romantic concept for Jon Snow?

I'm deciding to use Jon's book personality because it's INFINITELY better than the show in my opinion... So sorry if this seems off to show watchers.

Yandere! Jon Snow Concept

(FT. Ghost)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Violence, Stalking, Taboo relationship, Blood, Murder mentioned, Clingy behavior, Dubious/forced relationship.

Jon, like most in his family, is always searching for love.

In fact, a common factor of the Stark family is the fact they do things out of love more than duty in the books and show.

Due to this, I imagine Starks are quite passionate if it comes to loving someone so much you obsess over them.

It doesn't help that in the case of Jon, a Stark and Targaryen in blood, that he'd probably also be possessive towards the one he adores.

Jon is often described as... wild at times.

It makes sense for his character, a man connected with wolves and dragons by blood.

Yet despite the feral nature he tries to keep controlled, I think Jon would be very caring.

Jon wants a few things in life.

He wants family, love, and a place to belong...

Yet as a bastard and the situation he's been thrust into, Jon can't seem to get such a thing.

Throughout the events of GOT, Jon is separated from his family.

He finds love, sure, but he's never able to keep it.

He finds a new family, yes, but again is never able to keep it since he belongs to neither the Black Cloaks or Wildlings eventually.

Jon would want to feel a sense of belonging with you to be his obsession.

Honestly, once he does he may just never let you go.

Not after what he's gone through.

Jon, especially once he's known as 'Lord Snow', has to make many difficult decisions.

Except, when it comes to you...

He probably will do everything in his power to prevent letting you leave him.

Let's talk more behavior than plot in this since the books and show are different past Season 3.

Jon would struggle with his emotions towards someone he loves.

He isn't quite like Robb who follows his feelings despite having duties that go against his heart.

Jon is very dedicated to duty yet also family.

He tries to stick to his duties... but when that doesn't work, he'll follow his heart.

Jon may try to ignore his feelings at first, especially if he is dedicated to the Night's Watch.

Perhaps he fell for you in his youth? When he was a young boy he fell for you?

You'd be his first love then... One he hadn't gotten a chance to explore before going to the Night's Watch.

He probably fantasizes at times laying with you... wishing he got to explore his feelings with you before leaving.

But as a bastard, he knows better.

He doesn't deserve such attachments.

That or maybe you're a Wildling he met after the death of Ygritte?

He's mourning and conflicted, unsure where he even belongs since he betrayed the Wildlings.

Yet you step in to try and aid him or trust him enough as a leader.

Then you'd be one of the Wildlings he'd let inside the Wall to help him plan against the enemies he has.

You'd help him with his grief... You remind him so much of Ygritte...

He doesn't plan on losing you like he did with her.

Either way, if you provide Jon a sense of belonging, his personal emotions may make him push aside his duties to feel your comfort.

He's only human, after all.

Jon's yandere type is overprotective, possessive, and isolating.

You're a guilty pleasure to him, one he has to keep secret most of the time.

His Stark blood makes him overprotective of those he views as family, especially after what he's gone through.

Think about it, far as he knows his family is gone.

His father was executed, his eldest brother and mother were assassinated, he has no idea where his sisters or younger brothers are...

He yearns for company in some way.

With you, he gets that.

He knows he doesn't deserve that, that it's forbidden...

But Jon would still find himself clinging to you, nuzzling into your furred coat as he takes in the cold scent you give off.

He craves warmth... He needs someone to love, to be his family.

He's chosen you for such a role.

Jon's possessive behavior comes from both his Stark and Targaryen blood.

Jon as a yandere can be as possessive and needy as a wolf or dragon... The trauma he's gone through certainly doesn't help.

He was forced to mature at a young age, he's lost many close to him...

When he sees you, Jon can't help but feel the need to draw you in close.

He wants to pounce on you... To cage you in his arms and never let go.

Like a beast he wants to dig his claws into you, to show you you're meant to be his.

He doesn't care about duty at this point!

He's a man of desire, a man who craves connection!

Even if it has to be secret... Jon plans to court you.

He'll make you his even if blood has to spill.

Wouldn't be the first time....

Jon, with his need for secrecy, would want to hide you away all for himself.

He keeps you hidden away wherever he sleeps, covering you in warm furs as he holds you close.

Jon feels safe and comforted when he cuddles you I feel.

You're warm... He uses the excuse that it's winter and it's cold...

But with how he holds you, arms tight around your waist and you squished against his chest...

It's obviously more than that.

I feel due to him being a Stark and his relationship with his wolf... How could I not bring up Ghost?

The albino wolf follows you around almost as much as Jon does.

He even curls up beside you and Jon when you sleep.

This is because Jon is probably subconsciously influencing Ghost's behavior towards you.

Starks are spiritually bonded with their wolf, after all.

So even if Jon isn't around you... He'll probably still watch you through Ghost.

At first a secret relationship with Jon is probably not that bad.

He's caring and loving, giving you soft kisses and holds when he can.

He puts off anything further than that as long as he can... but he'll probably give in once or twice with you.

He just can't get enough of you.

It's a mostly normal and sweet relationship.

His cuddles are appreciated... His loving words and neck kisses are intoxicating....

Yet you may start to get concerned when you notice his more possessive behavior start to show.

Normally you just see Jon's protective behavior.

When others question what's going on between you... Jon's defensive, often hiding you behind himself.

If anyone threatens to make an issue out of your secret bond and trysts... Jon would probably threaten them with something.

If he was Lord Snow, then Jon would probably silence anyone who opposed the relationship.

Be that sending them off... or getting them on something he could execute them for.

Jon, in this story, is a man who is desperate for love.

In this, it's to the point where he pushes aside his morals to keep you.

He doesn't need anyone but you.

In his eyes, he has no one but you now.

You'll probably see him kill a couple men for nearly finding out about what's between you or trying to stop it.

You may even catch Ghost attacking a few poor souls that got too close to you.

You've seen blood spilled by him... more than you should have.

The crimson red liquid covers the snow... It reminds you that this isn't the Jon you once knew.

You can try to leave... But Jon would prevent you.

He'd grip your arm or waist, Ghost running in front of you with a growl.

"Where are you going, my winter rose?"

His voice is chilling, bordering on a possessive growl.

He doesn't plan to let you leave.

Not when he's lost so much.

Even just cuddles are intense with him, his grip tight.

Even as he sleeps, Ghost watches you closely, as though Jon never has his eyes off you.

He's no longer the shy man who would watch you longingly from afar.

He's no longer the caring man who wouldn't trade you for the world.

He's a beast willing to kill, to taste blood just for an ounce of affection.

He'd rather kill than let you go.

Honestly, you probably wouldn't even be able to escape him once he's betrayed and killed.

In the books, it's implied he wargs into Ghost.

Which means even if you escape and run away, Jon would stalk you as Ghost.

When you rest in the cold snow, Ghost comes up to you to provide warmth.

You probably think Ghost is abandoned after his master died, so you don't mind the white wolf following you.

Little do you know, your possessive lover is still with you even now.

As Ghost he cuddles you, licking your face as he tries to warm you.

If you encounter a Bolton or some other throat, Ghost aims for their arm or throat to protect you.

For the most part, you'll be fine with Jon as Ghost...

Until Jon gets resurrected, possibly by Melisandre...

In that case, who knows what feral beast he will become?

Or, if you want a resurrection like the show... Then nothing really changes.

Sure, you'll escape for a bit...

But then you may be captured by Stannis, Melisandre, or Jon again.

It appears not even in death Jon will let you go.

He's a determined man who will do anything to keep you to himself.

Why must you be so scared of him?

The world made him this way.

Soon he'll get rid of his enemies, he'll help make a world where you can be happy and safe.

Jon plans to make a family with you... to feel he belongs...

He's used to making sacrifices... At this point, spilling blood doesn't matter anymore.

You're his love... his partner...

Even if death took you from him, he'd probably just bring you back.

You're bound together in his eyes...

Delusions or not... he's going to follow his heart... which means you'll always be his....

"My love... I'm sorry it took so long to find you again... Please, embrace me... You must be so cold...."

[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.

[mega-ringsandthings-world]

Okay. I know the general consensus is not this, but if Catelyn had been told the truth about Jon from the get go, she would have treated him better. Relatively. Like, she wouldn't have gave him shit for being a bastard or been ice queen bitch stepmother to him, but uh. there would have been other issues. Just think about how having Catelyn aboard the hide-Jon-train would go for one second. For one second. Okay? We are talking about Catelyn fucking Stark nee Tully. And we are also talking about Catelyn fucking Stark nee Tully before the other four kids came along. Just her baby Robb and Ned and Ned's nephew. (and if you don't think that Ned saving Jon from under Robert's nose on a promise to his sister wouldn't make I-released-the- king-slayer-to-bring-back-my-daughters-Catelyn fall so hard in love with him her head is still ringing fifteen years later you are LYING to yourselves) So think mother gothel. She would have micromanaged the shit out of Jon's life and upbringing. Ned is pretty lax so as security measures go in terms of Jon, but Cat? Winterfell would get turned into FBI headquarters. Vibe checks at the door and retina scanners and Jon and Robb have a praetorian guard on their cradles. Yeah she'd be cool to Jon in public as he grows but in private she's frantically brushing his hair every night looking for whites. Holding him up to the light to check for hints of purple in his eyes. As they get older she namedrops bastard a lot but secretly actively fosters a relationship between Jon and the other kids because Catelyn-Sansa-will-be-queen-of-the-seven-kingdoms-Stark nee Tully knows about the pact of Ice and Fire and having one of the last Targs bouncing around is tickling the politician in her. That being said she institutes a book ban on Targ history and is always on Ned's ass about them playing dragons. When Arya is gets old enough she makes it a point to put her and Jon next to each other at all times. Jon getting a direwolf are goddammed holy blessing to her. When Robert's dump ass comes to visit she's having a conniption about Jon being recognized and nearly locks his ass in the crypts until he decides of his own free will to sit in the cheap seats before she blows a gasket. She hates the Wall idea because who the Fuck is going to watch this kid as well as she's been doing for the past fifteen years? WHO? If she had found out about Aemon being up there she's have blown up castle black. Jon, who has had to deal with this shit since attaining spatial awareness tries to get Benjen to let him take his night's watch vows at Winterfell's weirwood. Man wants OUT. He can't deaal with tiger mom ass no more. When he comes to visit Bran she slips and says something cryptic and weirdly affectionate and it puts his ass in a tailspin all the way to the Wall.

Like, I know people think it'd go more downhill if she knew about Jon but why? Boring. Uninspired. Booooo. Get fun with it.

[ai-manre]

The way that characters keep accusing Jon of fucking someone just because he's kind and open-minded and wants to protect people...

Sam:

Jon drew his longsword. He dared defy Ser Alliser only to a point, and he feared he was well beyond it now.

Thorne smiled. "The Bastard wishes to defend his lady love, so we shall make an exercise of it. Rat, Pimple, help our Stone Head here." Rast and Albett moved to join Halder. "Three of you ought to be sufficient to make Lady Piggy squeal. All you need do is get past the Bastard." - Jon IV, AGOT

The plan was Chett's. He was the clever one; he'd been steward to old Maester Aemon for four good years before that bastard Jon Snow had done him out so his job could be handed to his fat pig of a friend. When he killed Sam Tarly tonight, he planned to whisper, "Give my love to Lord Snow," right in his ear before he sliced Ser Piggy's throat open to let the blood come bubbling out through all those layers of suet. - Prologue, ASOS

Melisandre:

Jon could feel her heat, even through his wool and boiled leather. The sight of them arm in arm was drawing curious looks. They will be whispering in the barracks tonight. - Jon I ADWD

Alys:

"A wildling. A filthy, murdering wildling." Cregan's hands closed into fists. The gloves that covered them were leather, lined with fur to match the cloak that hung matted and stiff from his broad shoulders. His black wool surcoat was emblazoned with the white sunburst of his house. "I see what you are, Snow. Half a wolf and half a wildling, baseborn get of a traitor and a whore. You would deliver a highborn maid to the bed of some stinking savage. Did you sample her yourself first?" - Jon X, ADWD

Satin:

Ser Malegorn stepped forward. "I will escort Her Grace to the feast. We shall not require your … steward." The way the man drew out the last word told Jon that he had been considering saying something else. Boy? Pet? Whore? - Jon X, ADWD

Val:

"Easily remedied." Florent's smile was so false that it looked painful. "Where is she, Lord Snow? Have you moved her to one of your other castles? Greyguard or the Shadow Tower? Whore's Burrow, with t'other wenches?" He leaned close. "Some say you have her tucked away for your own pleasure. It makes no matter to me, so long as she is not with child. I'll get my own sons on her. If you've broken her to saddle, well … we are both men of the world, are we not?" - Jon X, ADWD

The watch is constantly whispering and gossiping about his sexual deviant tastes because he's?? Nice and kind to people?? Irrelevant of who they are??

[kkkimagine]

SECRET SCAPES

Summary: You and Jon are friends who secretly meet in the woods, a day full of snow turns into something very special.

Word count: 1,468 words

Warnings: Nothing, just two fools in love and fluff, I must also say that English is not my first language, sorry for any grammatical errors

Well, I didn't like this very much but since I haven't posted in a thousand years here I'll leave it, the ending is very rushed, sorry. JON I LOVE YOU

You ran through the frozen undergrowth of the forest, the shadow of the leafless branches projected on the snow on the ground where the footprints of your feet remained. Excitement ran down your spine, you trembled, not because of the cold air that brushed your cheeks but because of the expectation of seeing him waiting for you in your usual place.

- Jon - the call came out strongly from your throat and the black-haired boy turned his head towards you - Jon.

You repeated his name with excitement as you ran faster. Both of you used to meet in the forest since many moons ago, since that first day when you accidentally met in that same place, Jon Snow crying because of the hatred he received for being a bastard, desperate he escaped from Winterfell trying to end the reproachful looks for the decisions that he never made, you trying to find food for your family, exploring the forest in search of fruits or prey that were easy to catch, him escaping from his reality and you trying to solve yours, him desperate because of the hatred he received from his family and you desperate to satisfy the hunger that was ending yours. Little by little you got to know each other and supported each other, you listened to Jon and never judged him, and you comforted him when no one else could, even though you felt ashamed when he suggested it, Jon got you food to take home, thanks to him you were able to fill your sibling' stomachs for the first time in days

- Hey, watch out, you're falling - laughter filled the air as Jon also began to approach you, his arms reaching out towards your body.

- It's snowing, look at this -

He nodded, although the cold was stable throughout the time in the North it hadn't snowed for a while, Jon couldn't say why that excited you so much.

- It seems that you love the snow, I've never seen anyone so excited about a snowfall -

You finally reached his body, and took the black-haired man's outstretched hands, looking directly into his eyes before looking around again.

- I shouldn't be so happy, I'll have to cut wood soon to try to heat my home and keep my siblings from freezing to death, but the snow... - you felt your insides warm up with the memories that came to your mind, the snow falling on your head as Jon admired your face full of happiness - Snow is so beautiful.

And Jon had to hold his breath when you turned your gaze to him as you said those words. Were you talking about him? Were you calling him beautiful or were you talking about the real snow? Damn bastard's last name, it never made anything easy for him. Not a word came out of the boy's lips so you kept looking at his face with a vibrant smile.

- The snow is beautiful and bright, and I've never seen a prettier snowfall than this -

You let go of his hands as you moved through the small clearing that was the secret place you two shared. Jon nodded as he made sure you were only talking about the snow, a little disappointed inside, and then he remembered the basket waiting behind him.

- I brought you something, maybe you'll like it more than the snow - his exclamation made you turn your gaze back to him, you saw his large back covered with his fur coat as Jon leaned down to take something from the ground - Do you like pears? They're not bad.

He spoke casually but inside he was eager to see your reaction to what he had brought you, helping you with food made him feel good, knowing that it made your duties less complicated and that it helped your younger siblings survive. Your eyes sparkled as you looked at the basket, the large pears next to a hearty loaf of bread and some chicken eggs.

- Jon, thank you very much - you thanked him immediately, your hands hesitating between taking the basket or not - although I must tell you that I have never tried a pear.

The joke made Jon lament the conditions of your life, you didn't usually lament but he knew that everything was becoming too difficult, you had been forced to look after your siblings, a child taking care of other children younger than her, you looked for food, money and ways to support your home, and he got goosebumps thinking about the desperate measures that women used to not die of hunger.

- Now I feel bad, I never bring you anything -

Your voice was slightly tinged with shame, Jon realized that he still had the basket in his hands and quickly placed it on yours, he felt brave enough to take your chin between his fingers and raise your gaze to his.

- You treat me with kindness, more than most do, that's the greatest gift of all - your eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the deep darkness of Jon's, your lips parted with a sigh and the boy's sight flew to them, those lips that appeared in those dishonorable dreams that became his obsession - You make me happy.

The whisper of his words sounded like music to your ears, the smile returned to your face when you heard that you made him happy, and Jon continued to watch as your lips lengthened with the smile, he felt hypnotized, and you held your breath thinking about the possibility of the boy placing his tempting lips on yours, you had never kissed before, and him being your first kiss had become a dream long ago, would he be able to do it?

- Jon - the unconscious whisper made the boy step back, finally coming out of his trance, and you wanted to nail your head against a tree for having opened your mouth, you couldn't find anything else to say besides a light - seriously thank you very much, you make me happy too.

There was silence while the two of you thought about the feelings that you believed to be dangerous, Jon reproached himself strongly, he was about to kiss you and ruin everything you had built, the sincere friendship that kept him sane had almost collapsed because of his stupid hopes, on the other hand you laughed at yourself for still keeping hopes, he was still the son of the guardian of the north, it didn't matter if he was a bastard he was far above you.

Finally you and Jon sat down on the cold snow, wetting your clothes and cooling your bodies, you stayed there together, thoughts still running through your heads, you didn't talk, you watched his face from time to time while Jon played with his fingers trying to think of what to do. You couldn't stand it anymore, you felt stupid but you didn't want to keep what you felt anymore, although you knew he could never feel the same, maybe you should take a risk, forget about everything and treat yourself for the first time in your life.

You put the basket aside, and covered it again with the cloth so that the snow wouldn't fall on the food, you tried to fix your humble and slightly faded dress, Jon saw your movements but he didn't make a sound, while he looked at the snow falling from the sky.

- Jon - a small murmur left your friend's lips as he turned to look at you, but before you could reproach yourself for your risky actions you threw yourself at his lips, you didn't really know what to do so you pressed your lips on his, Jon's hands found their place on your waist to try to stabilize himself, and although he felt surprised by the assault he began to move his lips to start brushing against yours.

Neither of you knew if that was the right way to do it, you didn't know if it was too much or too little, Jon had heard Robb and Theon brag about the kisses they had received from different women but he never paid much attention to them, now he regretted not listening more. It was a slow and soft kiss, you moved with uncertainty while you found a correct way to do it, but when you both finally separated, your lips were spread with silly smiles of satisfaction.

- Yes - you began to speak again, moving your hand to his hair while with the other you brushed his cheek - Snow is beautiful.

For the first time, Jon liked hearing his own last name on someone else's lips.

[zenithangelic]

I'd like some John Snow x fem!reader headcannons :3

Jon Snow x fem!reader headcanons:

You meet Jon Snow at Castle Black, perhaps as someone seeking refuge or delivering a message for the Night’s Watch

He’s immediately intrigued by you, though he tries to remain professional

Jon has that brooding, intense stare, and you can feel him watching you, but he always looks away quickly when caught

Jon is hesitant to let anyone close, given his duties and the danger around him, but you notice the small ways he starts opening up—offering a soft smile or asking how you’re doing

Late-night conversations by the fire become a norm, where he confides in you about his struggles, including his feelings of not belonging as a "bastard"

You share your own vulnerabilities, and it’s these moments that create a strong bond between you

Jon is fiercely protective, whether it’s shielding you from a wildling raid or stepping in when someone speaks to you disrespectfully

“You’re under my protection now,” he’d say with that intense, quiet conviction, making your heart flutter

He doesn’t realise it, but he often positions himself between you and danger instinctively

Despite his reserved nature, he has a soft side that only you see—like when he wraps his cloak around you during a cold night, his hand brushing yours just a moment too long

He’d braid your hair if you asked, though he’d grumble about it, secretly loving the excuse to be close to you

Small, stolen kisses when no one is watching. His kisses are gentle, almost reverent, like he’s afraid to break you

The moment he realises he loves you, it’s like a bolt of lightning—he can’t stop thinking about you, worrying about your safety, or longing to hear your voice

He struggles with guilt, wondering if it’s selfish to love someone while the world is so chaotic, but he can’t help himself

When he finally tells you, it’s awkward but heartfelt: “I’ve been fighting this, but... I can’t. You mean too much to me."

Jon cherishes the simplicity of just being with you—sharing meals, walking along the Wall, or watching the stars together

He loves to hear you laugh, and though he’s not the most humorous person, he’d try to tell a joke just to see your smile

If you ever surprise him with a small gift or thoughtful gesture, he’d be deeply touched, though he might not have the words to express it

Jon would sacrifice everything to keep you safe, even if it means putting himself in harm’s way

He admires your bravery and loyalty, and it inspires him to be a better leader and man

“No matter what happens, I’ll always come back to you,” he promises, and you believe him, because Jon Snow is nothing if not honourable

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[littlejoels]

I literally don’t have any ideas for a request other than I need more Jon snow x reader smut because he’s a favorite omg omg

notes: i was literally finishing this one up when i got this request!

your chamber isn’t normally this silent, especially when servants are murmuring beyond the stone or loud fire crackling in the hearth. but the moment you shut the door behind jon, it feels like silence.

his eyes don’t leave you, not once. not while you untie the ribbons at your throat, or as you walk toward him, knowing he’s watching your body sway beneath the silk gown. “i am leaving at dawn,” he says hoarsely.

you smile, “that is not a no.”

he doesn’t smile back, instead watching you intently. “you should not—”

“jon,” you say, stepping into him, chest against chest, lifting your chin, “do you really think i brought you up here for milk and poetry?”

he exhales like he's getting stabbed; even his hands twitch at his sides, the restraint in him could strangle an ox. maybe a couple of oxes. “i think,” he says, lowly, lust filling in his tone. “i think that if i touch you, i am not going to stop.”

“then do not stop.” you reach for his cloak, tug the heavy black wool down his shoulders. “if you leave me aching and untouched, i swear to the gods i will throw myself into the blackwater and haunt your sorry oath-breaking ass for the rest of your life.”

that gets somewhat of a half-smile from him. “haunt me, huh?” he backs you toward the bed, fingers catching your wrist. “maybe i should die here, then.”

“no,” you pull him closer. “you should live through it. remember it every fucking night on that frozen wall.”

he kisses you before the bed catches your knees. it’s rougher than usual. you break apart just long enough to drag your nightdress over your head—silk pooling to the floor—and his mouth parts like he’s seeing something almost forbidden.

“fuck,” he breathes, looking down at you. “you are...you are beautiful.”

“of course i am,” you smugly purr, dragging him down with you. “i am royalty, am i not?”

he lets out a raspy laugh and sinks between your thighs; you feel his breath before his mouth, ghosting over the inside of your thigh. his hands push your already open legs wider, fingers gripping firmly against your knees. “jon,” you whisper, already flushed. “if you tease me, i will have you beheaded before you leave.”

his grin is completely feral, “then i would die happy.” and with that, he dives right in.

his tongue moves slowly and certain, memorizing you with every stroke. he groans against you, hungrily as if he’s the one being undone.

“fuck,” he pants into you, his once steady voice now broken and ragged. “so good..i knew it.”

“do not—do not stop,” you choke out. “do not—gods, jon—do not fucking dare—”

thankfully, he doesn’t. his mouth works you open with passionate precision, tongue circling, then pressing harder, faster—unrelenting. each flick of the tongue lighting up your every nerve, pushing you closer to the moment you've been waiting for since you met him.

he looks up once, eyes almost black and watering with need, “watch me.” you lock eyes with him as he groans, circling you just right.

you cry out, pulsing around his tongue while he holds you down and rides out every wave of yours. when he finally lifts his head, his mouth is shining and his smirk was truly pure as sin. “bastard,” you breathe.

“mmhm,” he kisses your inner thigh, slow. “say it again.”

you grab his shirt, yank him up over you. “bastard.” he kisses you hard, making you taste yourself on his tongue. you moan into his mouth, hips rising to meet thick ones. “take it off,” you growl. “i want you naked. now.”

he strips fast. furs, leather, shirt—gone. his body is broad, battle-scarred, lean and strong and too damn beautiful for a man sworn to freeze himself celibate. you reach down between you, stroke him very slowly, just to see him twitch a bit.

“you want to fuck me?” you ask sweetly, palm circling the head, teasing with deliberate cruelty.

his jaw tightens, a flicker of heat in his eyes. “gods, yes.”

“then do it.”

but instead of plunging into you, he leans in close—breath scalding against your lips. “next time,” he whispers.

your glare could kill, “jon snow..”

instead of speaking, he pulls you into him, “i just want to stay here a while,” he murmurs into your hair, “just like this.” your heart punches your ribs. he’s hard against you, burning hot, and yet he still won’t take you.

he’s leaving for the wall in a few hours, and you wanted to fuck him so hard he’d never forget you. but now, with him just holding you, you lean into his warmth and decide to savor every quiet second before he’s gone.

special tags: @inbred-eater , @carmysdoll , @lowrisemiller, @bluemerakis

[writingwrongwjc]

Give Me Your Command

Jon Snow X (fem!) Reader

Disclaimers: I do not edit my writings on here, possible grammatical errors. I am new to the fandom, only seen the show (to season 5), and this IS TV Jon I know book Jon is different!

Warning: Smut!!, oral(fem receiving)

 For reasons unknown to the rest of the brother you had rode to castle black seeking refudge weeks prior. Since Gilly had already been staying there long before you, you were allowed to stay; given you’d help out with “the womens chores”. The cooking and cleaning they meant. It didn’t bother you much, although you were raised a proper Lady by a prominent family.

Before the world revealed itself so complicated you were even meant to marry the edlest Stark boy but truth be told you had eyes for his bastard brother.

On this day Jon was elected as new Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch. He was proud of course but not exactly excited you could tell. Why would he be, you thought. It’s a thankless task and yet another reason the two of you couldn’t be together. You knew from the day he left for the Night’s Watch you’d have to get over your little crush on Jon Snow, but even still you heart longed for what you can’t have. Not in the light of day anyway. When the settled beneath the gleaming snow you snuck from you and Gilly’s shared quarters to his Jons keep across the way; expecting him to be curled up beneath the thick furs on his bed. When you approached the door you noticed the flickering light of candles behind the door. Standing there quietly you pressed your ear to the door to listen for voices. When only the soft crackle of the candles woven wicks could be heard, you opened the door with a quiet swiftness. Jon sat at his desk so entrenched in his work that he had not yet noticed you. You couldn't help but admire his frustrated features in the warm glow. The way his brows furrowed together without force, the way he pouted his lower lip while he thought, jaw clenched tight, and his thick mess of curls draped around his face. Twisting your thoughts deep into their darkness you imagine yourself tugging at his mess of hair, parchment scattered across the floor, ink spilling down the desk. Only for a second you thought about what it could be like to have him as yours and yours alone. 

“Seven hells Y/N… It’s late.” He said seconds after you walked in noticing your sudden presence. 

You let out a soft chuckle at his schock “Who knew the Lord Commander could be so afraid of a Lady.” 

“You only startled me! I expected you’d be sleeping my Lady”

“And I expected the same of you, Lord Commander Snow.” You say coyly.

“Well being Lord Commander is a lot of work, I haven’t got time to rest when I’ve got crows coming for the south, the southeast, the west. I’ve got to find more men, keep the ones I do have from killing eachother.” Jon spits out all at once. “Sorry you don’t wanna here all of that.”

“You’re under a ton of pressure I understand, but I don’t think anyone else is more fit for the job.”

He relaxes his gaze up at you the moment the reassurance leaves your lips, halfway searching for something else to say halfway letting himself enjoy the silence.

“There is one bad thing about it though, you really ought to take your vows seriously now? No more playing around with ‘wildling whores’.” You bring this up not so much to tease Jon about his alleged past relationship with a widling girl but to tease the other men for being so focused on it that they haven’t caught on in the slightest to you and Jon’s flirting 

He laughs at the thought, contemplating his next words carefully, not exactly sure if he should say what he's thinking. Then his face straightens itself out, his deep brown eyes filling with lust.

 “Technically, our vow is only to take no wife and bear no children.”

“What are you saying, my Lord?” you inch closer to the desk in anticipation.

“It’s Lord Commander, my Lady.” He says, standing from his chair walking around to the front side resting against the ledge and crossing his arms, looking down at you. 

“Then give your command, Lord Commander, and I shall do it.” You reach out to him resting your hands on the cool leather taught against his chest. Gliding your hands across his chest until his shoulder rest comfortably in one hand and chin in the other.

Steading his breath he looks you in your eyes, unable to utter a single word. Between your bold words and body pressed right up against his he could hardly think of a command to give. 

Instead, he crashed his lips into your own with a light grasp on the small of your back not yet working up the courage to pull your hips into his; although you could tell he desperately wanted to. With his “command” you took lead working your hands down his body as your tongues danced circles and pulling his hands onto your butt guiding him into a firm grasp. Allowing time to feel the comfort of eachothers bodies before moving further Jon took to kissing your jawline gently tilting your head upward by placing his hand loosely on the base of your neck. And then releasing you all together looking you in the eyes for reassurance and as reassurance you unlace your top sliding off your dressing gown, the thick wool and silk fabric bundling up at your feet. 

With finesse Jon slides his warm hand onto your breast taking your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging with little force. Continuing to kiss you steadily, this time more eager to take lead. Just before your lips meet again a quiet moan escapes your lips, swallowed up quickly when he locks his lips onto yours. 

“Make me yours Jon Snow.” you whisper, panting for air. He lifts you up with little effort lying you with care onto the desk, the edge just at the bend of your knees. Although, he doesn’t let your legs dangle free for long. He kisses a trail down your body lingering over your breast, sucking on your tender nipple while he grips your other breast in his hands. Continuing on down your abdomen just as quickly as his mouth arrived to your nipple, And in a haze the next thing you know his warm tongue is attached to your center. Your breath races to escape your lungs but your throat is not so eager to let it, resulting in a high pitched whine. As Jon dines on your pussy like he’s never eaten a day in his life you can’t help but to brush your fingers into his messy curls, begging for more with both your hands and your hips. You can feel it, the pressure rising. Grinding against his face with everything in you, and doing your best not to scream out. 

“Jon…just… like that.” you moan loudly, bucking your hips, gripping his hair tighter. Startled by your noise he slows down his movements for only a second. Not too long to take you back from the edge. You’re unable to hold back the noise anylonger panting, and moaning, whining out for more. 

  He come up from between your legs his lips and bead soaked in all of your juices. 

“Like honey.” he says with a soft smirk lifting you back up so youre sitting on the edge of the desk now. Bringing you in close kissing you, first on the forehead, then again on the lips and, cupping your head in his hands as he does so. Holding you close as your breathing steadies itself once again.

“I have work to do.”

“It can wait fifteen more minutes right?”

“No but I’m sure you can, that bed is quite soft. He said with with a toothy grin, nodding his head toward the bed that Ghost lay at the foot of. 

“Not a minute more, I’ll freeze to death. On your watch.”

Truthfully Jon Snow had finished his duties for the night long before you had even come in but he sat contemplating his future. So when he returned to his work he only sat at his desk worried one of his brothers may have heard your cries of pleasure. Debating on whether or not he should let himself have relese or just be satisfied in yours.

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Huh. Just had someone comment on ch9 that the "sudden" Crayne kidnapping plot felt over the top / like drama for drama's sake. I'd always thought that Crayne having his own agenda was fairly heavily foreshadowed, but maybe it's just because I'm the author and know what I'm planning.

Given how much the warlock/Volantis plot dominates Resonant, I advised them that if they weren't enjoying the plot after the next few chapters, the story probably isn't their cup of tea...

Now I'm curious: at the time you read ch1-8, what did you think Crayne was planning, if anything? Did you assume he was just being shady on behalf of his Green patron(s)? Did you think he was in cahoots with Allard? (ALLLLAAAARD!) I don't expect that anyone's first suspicion was "secretly working for a third party to kidnap the twins for an absurd payout," but maybe a few of you read him perfectly!

Did it feel like a big turning point in the story? I imagine for some people it felt like I'd spent the first eight chapters setting up for Blacks vs Greens intrigue, and suddenly there was a huge third party threat. I could see how a few people might feel a little disappointed not to have gotten the former.

Since this is turning into a mini dvd commentary, here were my authorial bits of foreshadowing:

Crayne being way more social than appropriate with the boys during their hunt with Rhea. A "normal" agent wouldn't need to get buddy-buddy with them. His job is to keep Otto informed about any notable developments. So gaining their trust was entirely Crayne's motivation, in the hopes of an easier kidnapping. (I also think he was curious about why someone would offer such exorbitant coin for two children.)

Crayne being a relative newcomer at the Gates of the Moon. He has far fewer ties to the place, no connection to Allard or the boys. Is Marten Crayne even his real name? Was there another Marten Crayne whose identity he assumed?

Crayne deciding to kill a knight and his squire just to keep the boys at the Gates of the Moon. Otto would have rather cut his losses, and had almost certainly instructed Crayne to play things safe. (I've said it before, but Otto truly does seem like the type to "play by the rules." There's no evidence that he ever stooped to the level of trying to have his political enemies killed. Instead, he prefers to outscheme them. Sneakily arranging to foster Daemon Targaryen's hidden bastards? Well within the rules! Arranging to have them murdered if those plans fell through? Beyond the pale, despite Jon suspecting otherwise.)

Crayne in general being so comfortable with wetwork / hiding bodies. That's a level of uncouth that I doubt Otto thought he was dealing with.

This isn't foreshadowing, but let's have a moment of appreciation for Crayne's canniness in using his position as "Otto's agent" to assert authority over Allard in times he would otherwise have been questioned.

The brief conversation the boys have with Crayne on their outing where he's their guard.

“You needn’t be so wary,” Crayne said later, as they turned back toward the Gates of the Moon. “My charge is to keep you safe, and I intend to do so.” “Because it benefits you,” Raymar said, the first he’d spoken. “Because you want something.” Crayne’s expression flickered before smoothing into a smile. “Who doesn’t?” That brief flash of something bothered Jon all the way back to the castle. Crayne had murdered a highborn knight without hesitation. He could have demanded the boys be returned to his care instead; Jon doubted Ser Thoren would have risked harm to them by refusing. Word could have been sent to the Greens to deal with the problem as they wished. Instead, Crayne had taken a great risk. Why?