#nights Watch

[buildoblivion]

“He always slept better with the great white wolf beside him; there was comfort in the smell of him, and welcome warmth in that shaggy pale fur,” - Jon VII, A Clash of Kings

[artypurrs]

Art by the amazing artist @deyonside of lord bloodraven brynden rivers thank you so much 🫂

[thewatcher0nthewall]

Lord Commander

[xxnymeriatargaryenxx]

a forceful and sloppy wet kiss with cregan after giving him the best 🧠 of his life 🙏🙏🥰🥰

him grabbing you by your hair and pulling you up to kiss him..…and essentially he is tasting himself on your tongue 😩😭😍 ugh plzzz its so dominant yet loving and affectionate 🤰🤰

[amber-laughs]

nights watch au but it’s just they work at a movie theater and the enlistment depletion is just streaming services but the white walkers come (barbenheimer) and they suddenly all have to learn how to do their jobs

[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.

[starsnectars]

a woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well.

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i finally finished this piece so heres the nights king and the corpse queen ahh this took way longer than it should've for which im sorry

[long-claw]

i watched the show before i read the books and jon's actions when he joined the nights watch made so much more sense when i found out he was 14 in the books. like ofc a 14 year old would be a brat about their sword skills, start shit with the teacher and then adopt the only kid newer and less liked than himself. everything he did immediately became funnier it was like stumbling across gold.

[jedimaesteryoda]

Post-Jon's assassination at the Wall, Ghost will be wondering about, carrying Jon's spirit and likely staring daggers at Bowen Marsh.

Bowen:

How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me. Art thou any thing? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare? Speak to me what thou art.

[spaceandbones]

Not to arctic research au post on main but mance as a wildlife photographer for polar bears and qhorin as the guy who follows him with a gun so he doesnt get eaten is so funny to me. them doing these 6 months stints in the arctic with 0 women and qhorin has himself convinced that THIS TIME mance is going to realize hes gay and they can make out and then mance gets his helicopter shipment of titty mags in and beats off every morning before breakfast to playboy models and qhorin punches holes in their canvas yurt

[artypurrs-moodboards]

Modern au brynden rivers aka bloodraven

[buildoblivion]

“Robb will rule, you will serve. Men will call you a crow. Him they'll call Your Grace. Singers will praise every little thing he does, while your greatest deeds all go unsung." - ACOK

“Jon is the only brother that remains to me. Should I die without issue, I want him to succeed me as King in the North. I had hoped you would support my choice” - ASOS

[lordbloodraven1000eyes1]

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[xxnymeriatargaryenxx]

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[amber-laughs]

i’d be sooo pissed at benjen if i was ned in the afterlife. i had our nephew for 14 years and he was perfectly safe. you had him for two weeks immediately died then jon died like are you serious???

[kolumnist-art]

I haven't posted in a while, but lately I haven't much time for drawing. So I stole my Targaryen Prince Jon from my previous fanart and dressed him up in his canon look 😅 So here is…

Jon Snow, the Bastard of Winterfell ⚔️ 998th Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch.

Who do you ship Jon Snow with? ❤️