#sub!jon

[mythicmanuscripts]

Hey could you do nsfw thing for Jon Snow? Literally anything will do. Go wild with it. I just haven’t seen many sub imagines or whatnot with him and I HAVE BEEN CRAVING READING SOME!! I’m a huge fan of HOTD and I’m beginning to get into GOT, and since ur blog is the first one I’ve stumbled across that doesn’t do incest, has amazing writing, and only does sub content for HOTD and GOT boys, this is why I ask. Also HUGE FAN OF UR CONTENT!!!!

Also quick question: Do you do m!character x m!reader? U obviously don’t have to do it for this ask if u don’t want to I’m just wondering lol.

Hi hello anon! I have absolutely no idea if you're even still following this blog but I figured even if you arent there will still be someone who will enjoy this. I would love to be writing more for game of thrones characters (currently rewatching the show actually) so I think this will be a great start.

As for your question about male!reader, I certainly could! My default tends to be gender neutral for the reader unless the ask specifies a gender or the ask involves pronouns or anatomy that assigns the reader a gender. So if you ask for male!reader specifically then I could do that! Though again I do usually default to gender neutral. I've also considered maybe including a gender tag in all my asks so you lads can easily search or block content with a certain gender of the reader. If that's something you'd like then let me know!

Anyway, I'm gonna do some sub!Jon headcannons, some NSFW and some SFW so to be safe I'll put them all under the cut. Enjoy!

firstly, he's the ultimate good boy, the goodest boy of all good boys. He will cry at the drop of a hat if he thinks he's even mildly inconvenienced you.

He's gone his entire life never being good enough, never being noticed or acknowledged so when he finds someone who not only notices him but loves him? Oh now you've got a shadow following you around.

I think maybe he really loves being called something other than Jon, especially in the bedroom. Jon Snow is a bastard's name, and sure he's warmed up to it, but calling him darling or love or anything of the sort makes him far happier.

perhaps even calling him Jon followed by your surname rather than snow.

his absolute favourite is giving head. He loves it. If you tell him he's been so good that he can choose, 9/10 he'll choose that.

he's also a big fan of giving him prolonged challenges? Like edging him for a few days before he's allowed to cum. He likes testing himself like that, likes reporting back to you how the day felt.

he always imagined himself as a service sub, doing whatever you ask and feeling satisfied knowing he's good, and while yes he certainly does enjoy that, it's you doing things for him that really makes him lose it.

You realise this very quickly and from then you just can't stop spoiling him. How could you not? He gets all weepy and desperate every time you wash his hair or make him dinner or read to him.

he also loves being felt up? Like when you see him writing a letter and you come up behind him, giving him a little squeeze and rubbing his thigh. It's one of his favourite things.

he's also VERY protective over you, even though he's the sub.

loses the ability to speak the moment he gets turned on, and so naturally you love asking him to tell you what he wants when you know damn well he can barley think.

honestly might be even be into a bit of dumbnification? In that he has so much responsibility on him all the time, so when he gets to be alone with you he just wants to turn his mind off, so when you bring him close and tell him that now he mustn't think, mustn't speak, just let you do it all, he adores it.

[slut4thebroken]

Favorite Toy

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane x dom!reader

Summary | Jon just can’t control himself when it comes to you, but you always make sure he cleans up after himself when you’re finished.

Warnings | 18+, smut, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, objectification, cream pie, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, come eating, he’s a whore but he’s our whore, dom!reader is so mean and we love it, fluff, aftercare, sub space, a lil bit of soft dom!reader at the end

Words | 2.8 k

Notes | I don’t remember what I saw that inspired me to write this but… god bless whatever that was 🙏🏻 I might edit this again later lol

Ao3 link | <3

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“Oh god- please.” He moaned into the kiss, grabbing your hips tightly. You continued grinding on him and pulling his hair, not responding to his plea yet. “Please… fuck.” 

Mostly for your own sake rather than his, you relented. You removed his clothes and your own quickly, then placed your hands on his chest as you kneeled over his hips. He let out a choked moan when you sunk down on his cock and you bit your lip to keep your sounds to a minimum. You stared down at him, admiring his flushed cheeks and red lips that were wet from the kiss. 

“That feel good?” 

“Yes— oh god, yes. Please,” He said through a breath, whimpering and trying to grind his hips up into you. 

You lifted your hips slowly, then lowered them just as slow. After only two more thrusts, his eyes squeezed shut and he threw his head back with a low moan, making you freeze. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you and the heat of his come against your walls. 

“Hnngh- no.. no, please.” He whimpered, trying to get the stimulation back. 

“Did you just fucking come?” You asked, almost in disbelief, once his body sagged into the bed and he started panting as he calmed down. 

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I— Normally I can last longer.” He defended, cheeks burning even redder now. “I- I can eat you out? To make you come. Please?” You let out a loud laugh, making his brows furrow. 

“Oh, angel… you don’t think we’re done do you?”  

“W-” Before he could even get the word out, you were continuing, fucking yourself on his length, making him choke out moans and whimpers. “Fuck— fuck, wait… Please,”

“Save it. If you didn’t want to be overstimulated, you shouldn’t have come only a few seconds after getting this pathetic fucking dick in my cunt.” You spat, making him groan. “I don’t care if it’s too much. I’m going to fuck myself with my dildo until I come and you’re going to thank me for using you instead of my other toys.” 

“Fuck,” He gasped out, fingers gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, but not controlling your movements. “Oh god— thank you.” He whimpered, face scrunched up in painful pleasure. 

“I’m not convinced. Should I go get another toy?” 

“No! No- I’m sorry. Thank you— Thank you for using me.” He cried, staring up at you with wide, pleading eyes. 

“That’s more like it.” You cupped his cheek, running your thumb over his swollen lips, then suddenly jerked your hand back and smacked him across the face. His head turned from the impact as a loud moan escaped his lips. 

“I can’t believe you fuck like a goddamn virgin.” You spat, wrapping your hand around his neck and squeezing. “Is my pussy too much for you, baby? Can you not take it?” You cooed mockingly, making him whine. 

“N-no I… I can take it. Please, I can take it, I promise.” He whimpered, eyes welling with tears of desperation and overstimulation. 

“Hm… I guess we’ll see then, won’t we?” Your hips started more of a rocking motion as you leaned back up, releasing his neck to steady yourself with a hand on the headboard. “Well don’t just lay there like a fucking pillow princess. Rub my clit, play with my nipples, do something.” 

“Sorry— I’m sorry.” He decided to do both, one hand reaching down to rub firm circles over your clit and the other rolling your nipple between his fingers. When that wasn’t enough he snaked his hand around to your back and pulled you down, his head meeting halfway so he could suck your nipple into his mouth. 

“Good boy.” He whimpered against you, then kissed his way to the other one to give it the same treatment. “This is why you’re my favorite toy, baby. You do exactly what your purpose is— make me feel good. Sure you can get a little eager and come embarrassingly fast but the pros definitely outweigh the cons.” He whined at the subtle degradation, but you could feel his cock twitch against your walls. 

“Don’t tell me you’re about to come again?” You scoffed in mock disbelief, making him lean up even more so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck and trail kisses across it. “Awe, honey… Are you getting a little shy?” You cooed, running your fingers through his hair. “Don’t be. I think it’s cute— reminds me of how desperate I can make you.” You chuckled, making him whine. 

“Go ahead then. Make another fucking mess— but just know, you will be cleaning it up later.” He let out a strangled whimper as his whole body stiffened, then started twitching and spasming. “There you go, just get it all out, darling.” You cradled his head and slowed your hips to a stop when his orgasm finally faded. “You make the cutest little whimpers when you come.” His cock twitched inside you again, making him release a pained whine. 

“But let’s see now… That was two orgasms for you, and how many for me again? Oh that’s right. Zero. All because you’re a greedy little slut who can't wait longer than a few minutes before coming.” You spat, roughly pulling on his hair to move him away from your body so you could see him. “Fucking pathetic. First I have to do all the work, then you can’t even make me come.” 

“No- no… ‘m sorry.” He mumbled. Of course he’s already worn out before you’ve even started. 

“God— look at you.” You took his cheeks in one hand and turned his face side to side, examining him. “So fucked out already. You getting tired, baby?” 

“No… ‘m awake.” 

“If you’re not, you will be soon.” You started riding him again, chasing your own orgasm now. You threw your head back with a low groan, listening to his pained moans and whimpers. “I can’t believe a cock this good is attached to a pathetic little boy who can’t control himself. It’s a shame really.” He let out a choked sob and despite the fact that he was all but begging you to stop, he still continued rubbing your clit, bringing you closer to the edge. 

“But it’s okay. I know how to handle bitches like you; just ignore them. Let them whine and beg and tire themselves out until you have a pliant, fucked out toy. I can tell you’re almost there, baby. Just let go.” He whined and squirmed, tears of humiliation and overstimulation brimming in his eyes, making the pale blue all the more beautiful. “I know all you want is to be my good boy, so just let go.” You whispered, gaze trailing all over his face, from his flushed cheeks to his red, swollen lips. “You can do it, angel. I’m right here— I got you. Just let go for me.” He let out one last pathetic whimper as a tear rolled down his temple into his hair. His bottom lip was trembling now and you leaned down to give him a soft kiss. 

“There you go. I’m so proud of you, honey. Just let me make us both feel good, yeah?” He bit his lip and nodded slowly, making the corners of your lips turn up. 

“Think you can come one more time?” He whimpered and averted his gaze, and for a second you almost thought he was about to say no or the safe word. 

“Yes.” He whispered instead, making your heart flutter. 

“Good boy. You’re so good for me.” You cupped his face, running your thumb over his cheek bone. “I know you can’t help it, baby. It makes me feel so good though, knowing how much you like it.” 

“‘m sorry.” He whimpered. 

“I know, angel. It’s okay. Make me come and I’ll forgive you, okay?” He nodded and you gave him a warm smile in return. Your breath caught in your throat and your hips stuttered when he rubbed your clit faster and harder. “That’s it.” You said through a breath. “Just like that.” 

You could feel yourself nearing the edge, so you forced yourself to continue even though your legs were starting to burn. When his pained moans turned into desperate whimpers, you knew he was close too. Trailing a hand down his chest, you brushed your fingers over his nipple, then pinched lightly, making his back arch into your touch as he let out a choked moan. 

“Oh god—“ He whined, more tears falling. “Fuck, I- I’m close…” He whispered. 

“Yeah? Keep it up, angel— doing so good for me, I’m almost there.” 

“God- it hurts.” He whimpered, body conflicted on whether it wanted more or less of the stimulation. You released his nipple and slowed into a rocking motion, making him whine. 

“What’s your color?” You asked softly, just wanting to be sure. His brows furrowed as his hips squirmed under yours. 

“Green…” He muttered, cheeks flushing. You brushed his hair out of his face a little more and he closed his eyes at the gentle touch. 

“Tell me the second it changes, okay?” 

“I will.” You could tell he was getting needy again after being so close to another orgasm. You suddenly picked up the pace and started bouncing up and down, making him throw his head back with a strangled moan. When you rested your hands on his chest for extra support, his free hand shot up to hold your arm, so you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers before pinning it to the bed. 

“Please.. Want you to come.” He whined, rubbing your clit impossibly faster. 

“I will, baby. Almost there.” You said through a breath. He stared up at you with half lidded, glossy eyes, his lips parted in a silent moan as his chest heaved. “You look so perfect like this.” You whispered, making his already flushed cheeks turn even redder. “My pretty boy.” He whined and gripped your hand tighter in response. 

If the feeling of hot come hitting your walls wasn’t enough of an indication, his eyes squeezing shut and the long, strangled whine he let out made it obvious. His fingers on your clit faltered, but quickly picked up again once his orgasm started to fade. 

While part of you wanted to edge yourself and keep torturing him, you couldn’t hold back at the sound of his pained whimpers, so you let yourself fall over the edge. It was hard to keep up the movement of your hips through your orgasm, but he maintained steady pressure on your clit, letting you ride it out. 

“Fuck, good boy.” You groaned, dragging your nails down his chest as your other hand tightened around his. His breath hitched at the sting, but you could feel his cock twitch nonetheless. You panted as you calmed down, needing to bat his hand away from your clit once you got too sensitive. 

“Ready to clean up your mess?” You asked, still breathless. He nodded, staring up at you with wide eyes, wincing when you lifted yourself off his softening cock. You moved quickly, shuffling up his body until your legs were on either side of his head. “Every drop, okay?” He nodded again, then eagerly wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down onto his face. He focused mostly on your hole, licking up your shared arousal and fucking his tongue inside you. When you pulled back, he whined and looked up at you, wondering why you made him stop. You reached down and scooped up some of his come, then sucked it off your finger, making his lips part as his eyes widened. 

“Tastes good. Want some?” You asked, even though he was already tasting it. He nodded dumbly and you scooped up some more then put it in your mouth and grabbed his cheeks to keep his mouth open as you leaned over him. He let out a choked moan when you spit his come into his mouth and you could practically feel how warm his cheeks were getting under your hand. 

“Swallow.” He whined and averted his gaze, but did what you said. “Good boy.” You lightly hit his cheek then got back into position over his face. He picked up where he left off eagerly and you placed a hand in his hair to hold him against you. Your legs were starting to shake and you desperately needed to stretch your knees, but you didn’t want to stop— not yet. 

“Enjoying yourself?” He moaned in agreement, making your hips buck against his face. “Yeah I bet you are. Fucking filthy— lapping up your own come from my pussy like a fucking dog.” He whined and looked up at you with furrowed brows, his eyes becoming glossy with tears. “Isn’t that right, puppy?” The new pet name had him working even more enthusiastically, sucking and licking the come out of you and occasionally giving your clit some attention. 

Originally you weren’t planning on coming again, you were just going to have him clean up his mess and that was it. But you forgot how talented he is with his mouth… 

“You want me to come on your face?” He released a muffled “yes!” against you, not bothering to pull away just to speak. You suddenly lifted yourself off of him and laid down to give your legs a break, making him look at you like a kicked puppy. “Get to it then.” You said, gesturing to your lower half. He quickly got up and settled between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs to hold you as he continued. You sighed and reached down to pet his hair, not yet grabbing it, much to his dismay. You moaned lowly and his eyes snapped up to your face. 

“At least you don’t eat pussy like a virgin.” You smirked, watching him avert his gaze. “Don’t be embarrassed, honey, it was a compliment.” It wasn’t really a compliment though, which he seemed to pick up on. 

The sound of him slurping up your shared arousal was loud compared to your stifled moans and you let your eyes fall shut as you focused on your impending orgasm. When he started whimpering and whining though, you opened your eyes again, finding his hips grinding against the bed. 

“Greedy fucking slut. Trying to come again?” He whined and looked up at you with furrowed brows. You could tell he was trying to stop the movement of his hips. “If you like the taste of your own come this much, maybe I shouldn’t let you come inside me anymore. Maybe I’ll just have you come in a cup so you can drink it instead.” He released a muffled whine as a protest. 

“How about this, you make me come in the next 30 seconds, and I’ll let you keep coming inside. Sound fair?” He nodded enthusiastically, making you smirk. “Alright. Clock starts now.” The only reason you gave him this challenge was because you’re already close. You like having him come inside just as much as he does and you’re too hedonistic to deny yourself that pleasure.

He ate you out desperately, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, and you didn’t even bother with counting because you knew you were only seconds away from your orgasm. Tightening your grip on his hair, you pushed him into your cunt, making him whimper. Finally you fell over the edge, letting out a low moan and grinding on his face as you held him close enough to suffocate him. But he didn’t even attempt to protest, not when you were literally coming on his face. Once your orgasm finally started to fade, you pulled him away, making him whine. 

“C’mere, pretty boy.” You said softly. He crawled up the bed and laid by your side even though most of his body was on yours anyway. You grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped his face before letting him lay on your chest. “Such a good boy. Made me feel so good.” You cooed and he snuggled into your chest even more as he hugged your torso. You ran your fingers through his hair and he let out a satisfied hum. 

“How are you feeling, honey?”  

“Good. Deep.” He mumbled. The first time he said that, you didn’t realize that he meant deep into sub space and he had a hard time getting the words out to explain. But now you know that it’s as close as he can get to giving you a heads up about the way he’s feeling. 

“Tired?” He hummed in agreement. “Me too.” The exhaustion hit you full force once your orgasm finished and you were just laying down.

“I love you.” He mumbled sleepily, making the corners of your lips turn up as your heart fluttered. You pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head before responding. 

“I love you too, angel.” 

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@scarecrow-jon-babe @quietnymph11 @obsessiveimpulses

[harveylikestoart]

DC? More D See these NUTS!!!

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d i a m e t r i c a l l y o p p o s e d

[montyluvsjasper]

Jonsa fans write 1000+ post of all the foreshadowing of Jonsa.

Jon and Sansa are structured in the story as the romantic leads respectively. Even Sansa antis have admitted the extreme parallels between Jon and “Alayne”. Jon Snow literally has dreams about burning people and thinks it's the most vile thing possible. Sansa wished/prayed for a strong knight to kill Janos Slynt, and Jon’s the one to do it. Jon dies trying to save who he thinks is Arya Stark.

No I don't care about your wolf howl, your blue rose or your Targaryen restoration.

[rise-my-angel]

what is one really kinky thing jon would be surprisingly into? 🥹 any headcanons on this?

Jons entire life has been a battle of control. It is something he never had, from even before he was born. He knows what it is like to be at the bottom and to know how to only rely on himself because one day he may be alone and need too, because he is not the man in control of his life.

So I think it surprises Jon how into being dominant he gets. It isn't even really a conscious thing, it's something just inside him clawing to show that he can handle being the one in charge. Being the one in control. Jon wants you to willingly hand over your autonomy in bed, he wants you to willingly give him full control over how he fucks you because even though he has little mercy, he wants you to do that because it means you trust him.

It means you trust that he will take care of you even when you feel like you're being pushed too your limit. He wants you to just let him control what happens, how hard and rough he goes, how long he goes, how often, how depraved it gets because he needs to know you trust him.

He doesn't want to tie your arms to the headboard, tie your legs spread out and blindfold you because he wants you to feel exposed and out of control. He wants to do all of that, because it means that you trust he will never take advantage of how much you give yourself over to him.

Jon will never push you too far or take advantage of you, but he craves being the one in control so much that he needs you to trust he knows your limits better then you do.

Jon would never hurt you, but he will push you right up to that line where with any other man you would be afraid of what they'd do, but then you know with Jon that you are safe and he will always take care of you in ways you'd never trust other men to.

He wants you to be independent, but in bed, Jon wants you to give yourself over to him like an object because you trust he will never actually treat you like an object.

And don't worry, that man will literally push back every single meeting or job he is needed at to ensure he's spent more then enough time giving you the amount of aftercare you need.

Jon wants to control you in bed to the point he dictates your well being solely because you trust he will never go too far even when it feels like hes showing you no mercy. Jon will never push you like that.

He will always be unpredictable in bed, but he always takes care of you, no matter what.

[looooochie]

Boyfriend headcanons | seleccion sub-17

summary: just them being cute asf

warnings: fluff, headcanons

(here are some headcanons of them to kill u with cuteness :) )

- raul jimenez

─ whenever he holds you in his arms, and you trace the tattoos on his arm, he constantly get the the thought to get your name tatted on him

- hector fort

─ when he plays video games, and like, a cute thing comes up, hector always thinks of you

- daniel munoz

─ one thing about him, whenever you go shopping, he always insists on carrying your stuff for you, like  he won't let you carry ANYTHING around him, even the smallest things

- jon martin

─ he kind of gets scared and isn't sure if he wanted to get a tattoo or not. so he asks you if he should but you have to go with him to prove it

- pau cubarsi

─ pau takes notes on his phone on what your favorite things are so, next time if he goes anywhere, he can look at it so he won't forget anything about you

pau prim

─ if you ever prank pau or like do something he thinks is pretty childish, he know how to get his way. he either pranks you back, or just smothers you with kisses until you say not to prank him again

- pablo lopez

─ he really hates being called 'pablito' by other people, because it makes him feel small . but, he only likes it when you call him 'pablito', like you're the only one who's allowed to call him that

- roberto martin

─ whenever you tease him or make him feel flustered, he waits when you least expect it, only to tease you back

- marc guiu

─ whenever marc goes to play for his national team, he gets extremely nervous, because he doesn't want his team to get eliminated out of any tournament their in . you always reassure him that he can get far and he's super happy about that

- juan hernandez

─ he sometimes gets made fun of for being short and you really don't like it when someone does that . so you're around him like all the time so you can make sure he won't be called 'short' . but, he's extremely grateful for you being with him

peio huestamendia

─ when you guys cuddle, peio really likes to be the little spoon . I mean, he doesn't really mind being the big spoon, but he likes your arms around him

- igor oyono

─ if igor sometimes makes you kinda mad at him, he regrets it almost every time . he will even cry just for you to forgive him, but you do eventually

fran arbol

─ sometimes you go to his matches and admire his goalkeeper skills . sometimes he struggles and asks you if he needs any improvement, you always tell him that's it's okay, and he sometimes does improve though

- izan merino

─ if you ever come to his city to play against whatever team you're going against, he always comes in your jersey, just to show a little support

- andres cuenca

─ the first time he lifted up his hair, you told him that his face is fine and he's beautiful, bangs or no bangs . because he always had an insecurity that he had a big forehead, so he often just tied his hair into a small ponytail when he sees you

- marc bernal

─ when he wakes up first, he tries to wake you up and you always tell him "5 more minutes Marc.." . so he always mentions that he made your favorite breakfast just to wake you up . sometimes he did, sometimes, he did.. not

- oscar mesa

─ oscar is most of the time a cold-blooded person and doesn't show much emotion to things . but when you come to madrid for your el clasico match, he cries . he was the definition of 'crybaby', and he treats you like he hadn't seen you in years . it was shocking, but you love it

- quim junyent

─ on the other hand, quim really likes it when you ruffle his hair, it's very soft and fluffy and it makes him feel special

- daniel yanez

─ sometimes he stresses out because apparently his shirts go 'missing' . but when daniel realized that you keep some of them, he didn't ask for them back, he lets you keep them

- paulo iago

─ whenever he sees you play against his female team of real madrid, he wants to support you by wearing your jersey, but he's afraid that he'll be a traitor to his team . so like, whenever he doesn't go out, he wears it, when nobody's looking

- marcos gonzalez

─ he's the type of person to get really scared whenever you aren't around him . so that's why, whenever you two are in the same bed, he uses hand to to search around for your body and pull you close to him

(their instas just incase: rauljimenezz, hctorfortt, danielmunoznavas_, jonmartin.4, paucubarsi, pauprim_06, ppabblo_, robertomartin_10, marcguiu9, juanht10, peiohuesta_, igoroyono_, fran_arbol, izan4_mr, andres_cuenca4, marcbernal_, oscarmesap17, quimjunyent, danielyb7, paulo.iago10, marcglezz_)

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"What beards do to a Man"

Bruce Wayne/Batman × Hal Jordan/Green Lantern

[ originally posted on Ao3 collection of BatLantern discord server Challenge ]

Starting the spring with some important official meetings to do, Bruce hasn't yet looking at the beautifully blossomed flowers or even enjoying the warmer temperatures outside the buildings. In that sense... Gotham City— on early Spring... doesn't really changed as the other cities might've been so when the winter has passed. 

It also has been officially a week for him to gearing up, welcoming the crimes at the city. It might be too early to say that it would be blowing up, but he'd be prepared for it.

When the spring comes, there is something that he would never forget, not even the other would need to remind him. Everyday, every time he's done on doing the patrol for he night, he would stay awake at the lake house or the balcony on his manor, either drinking something, or reading things, or even just— stand there... while waiting for the sun to crept over the horizon like a cautious stranger.

While that also being the case, he was actually waiting for someone for these past few months; the beginning of winter being the last time that he could recall to see that person in question. 

Coordinating with the Batfam as he was coming up to the surface, he put the line off once he's managed to hear all the yes and grunts and yawns and also maybe two protests over the comms. They would know what they are doing; Bruce thinks, even though he himself might've been had a problem with how they were doing it.

It was around 6 am already, the sun might have rise really soon, if they were lucky enough to enjoy the sunrise before the sleeping or working time... which one are you?

With a cup of hot tea on his hands (to help him relaxed enough and sleep... he probably need a few hours of sleep, since he hasn't sleep in about two days-- which usually wasn't a problem, but hey... he'll took it while he can), he looks at the eastern sky and managed to let out a relaxed sigh as the smell of tea and the morning almost combined on the tip of his nose. 

When it was winter, he would set to take a rest for a few minutes or sleep for one hour before he came up to his balcony with weighted blankets at the manor to see the sunrise. Actually... He might've been think that he doesn't have to do that, as the last word he remember is "I'll be there when the spring comes."

The Bat took a sip of his now warmer tea before then he could see the a blink of green light showing up on the sky. The emerald glow steadily advanced toward him. The light— the person put the glow off as he put his feet on the ground.

Bruce was visibly pinching his eyes (no he knows he proudly says he still got a good vision, but what is this he was seeing) as the figure coming closer.

"Hey, there, Spooky!" The green light— emerald glow— Green Lantern has managed to put a gentle smile on Bruce's lips. 

"Hal..." He looks at Hal Jordan, from his head to toe, and found a thing that obviously makes him looks a bit different.

"I thought you are the spooky one... why are you looking at me as if I am one?"

"Say that to the new look you got there, Flyboy." 

"What do you mean—"

Bruce took his own hand up to the face of the Lantern, pulled a few hair lightly— now he's touching his own face, too... a beard...?

"Oh! Well— that's what them troubles do to you."

"Haven't seen you like this in years, Hal."

"Eh— I guess it helps me to be warmer at winter. Who knows?"

" . . . "

"Or... maybe it's just me to have much more reason to come home early."

"I see where it goes, Mr. Jordan. You are asking me...?"

"I know I don't have to, Mr. Wayne."

"Okay, then. It settled. I can help you shave it. But— what if we make use of it?" Bruce challenged him in a way, then took another sip.

"Make use of what....? My beard? For what?" It's now Hal's turn to squint his eyes and slightly tilts his head. His eyes glows up when he realized what The Bat would mean, as he sees Bruce rolled his eyes. "I'd love to make use of it, Darling. But, this might be not the right time. I could've passed out the second I got you in my arms."

"That could be for the later, then. And why hadn't you got me into your arms yet? Are you having another galactical warfare that should put me into another social distancing weeks?"

Turned into his usual clothes and putting his ring to his pocket, Hal then took Bruce into his a bit smaller embrace, placing his arms under Bruce's, trying not to drop the cup. "Happy Anniversary— Happy a week late Anniversary, Spooky."

"Another year down, forever to go, Flyboy."

As the sun began its ascent, they shared a tender kiss that felt both like a promise and a celebration of all the moments that had led them to this perfect sunrise, an hoping for the next perfect sunrise to celebrate their love. 

"I should've started that way, don't I?"

"Hal... You are— always you. Whatever you do. Whatever you did."

"You don't know how relieving that was to me." putting another kiss to Bruce's shoulder, Hal caressed Bruce's back, inhaling the morning scent that came out from his lover.

"Maybe I don't, but I'm always here for it." Bruce let out his other hand to circles around Hal's waist.

"As always."

"As always."

Gentle laughs escapes their mouth for a moment. Doing the same to Bruce, they're now going into the lake house.

"Is that tea for me?"

"Technically, you can see it's mine and I already took a sip of it, but— You can take this while I'll make another one. I don't have any sickness happened currently, so I think we could share."

"Bruce... You and your brain. Knows what best to scare me."

"Maybe I'm living to the name Spooky, as you'll take your part on flying; and flying things, apparently."

"Ah... You haven't sleep a few days, huh? It makes you blurted out things."

"Two days. Almost. I think."

"You know what— stay on the bed, I'll make the tea. We'll sleep through the day, and eat something after."

"No, can't do. I have a meeting in 3 hours."

"Alfred knows."

"The kids—"

"Alfred also knows. I'll tell him while you're on the bed." The jacket was off to the hanger, Bruce could see the wedding band joined on Hal's tag necklace. "I've also sent a message to the League. So... finish your tea, then up to the bed, now."

A "Batman grunt" managed to escape Bruce's lips, that it makes Hal chuckle over how it sounds sweet while they're already on reaching their early 50s. 

[professorsparklepants]

One thing I find really funny about the Stark siblings is that you can very easily make them into a traditional fantasy ttrpg party.

Rob as a fighter

Jon as a ranger

Sansa as a bard

Arya as a rogue

Bran as a cleric and/or druid

Rickon as a barbarian

[mintywriterr]

Pls i need Jon Snow x reader smut with some soft dom vibes<333

You knock at the door in front of you, impatient but hesitant, afraid someone else might hear you. Just as you turn your head down the hall to ensure no one has seen you, the door bursts open and Jon pulls you inside.

He shuts the door carefully before turning to you, looking you up and down as he runs his hand through his dark, curly hair. “Gods, you look beautiful.” You look down at the floor, blushing, and notice him begin to remove his clothes out of the corner of your eye. When you look up, he’s staring right at you, pulling off his trousers with a smirk on his face. You try to keep his eye contact, but you can’t help but look down at the cock quickly hardening through his underwear.

“If you’d like to admire my cock so badly, why don’t you get on your knees darling? I’m sure the view is much better down there.”

You almost trip in your hurry to obey his command. He never gives them outright, more often he says them in the form of a question or a suggestion. But you know better than to disobey. From this position, on your knees before him, you can clearly see the outline of his thick cock through his long underwear. All you want to do is take his cock down your throat, it’s all you’ve been thinking about. As if reading your mind, he hums and reaches a hand out to caress your cheek, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes.

“Are you going to be a good girl and please your Lord Commander?”

“Yes, your Grace.”

As soon as the “yes” leaves your mouth, he’s pulling his underwear down and taking his cock in one hand, slapping it gently against your face.

“Open your mouth, darling. Good, just like that.” He pushes himself inside of you, groaning as he fills you up and feels the warmth of your mouth around his aching cock. He immediately begins to thrust his hips back and forth, rutting his cock forward as far as you can take it before pulling back. His grip in your hair tightens and you can’t help but moan around his thick cock. “What a sweet girl you are for me. Always so desperate to serve me, aren’t you darling?”

He thrusts his cock into your mouth a few more times before pulling out to give you the chance to answer, stroking his cock as he waits. “Yes, your Grace. Anything that I can do to serve the realm.”

At that, he smiles and pushes his cock back down your throat, fucking your mouth harder as he responds, “I don’t think that’s true. I don’t think you care one bit about serving the realm. I think you can’t help but drool over my cock because getting on your knees for me is your favorite thing in the world. Is that right darling? Is there anything you love more than taking my cock and giving me pleasure?” He tilts his head back, groaning as the tip of his cock brushes the back of your throat, drawing a pathetic, muffled whimper from you. “I bet if the realm began to burn from the inside out your only thoughts would be of my cock and how badly you’d like to feel me fill you up one last time.” With that, you moan around his cock again, and he holds your head still as he fucks your mouth roughly, using you as his own personal fucktoy. You feel his cock begin to pulse, and his cum coats the inside of your mouth. You swallow it all as he slows his thrusts, eventually pulling his hips back just enough so the tip of his cock is still inside your mouth. You suck on it hesitantly before letting it fall out of your mouth, giving it a kiss as you look up at your Lord Commander. He smiles at you, brushing your hair out of your face before leaning down to kiss you. You always please your Lord Commander. It’s what you were meant to do.

[fanficdoggo]

Vows - Smut

Pairing: Jon Snow/steward transmasc!reader Summary: The safest place to be is with the most honorable man, but even he is only just a man

Y/N stays in the Lord Commander’s room as being AFAB in a place crawling with rapists and sexist men is incredibly dangerous. This means it is very common for the two of them to stay up late while Jon works on papers and Y/N sits nearby to keep him company. Every night, the steward would keep shifting to sit closer to Jon until one tiring night, the black-haired man pulled Y/N into his lap while he worked, mumbling something about being cold.

It became routine for Y/N to sit in his lap and play with his hair while Jon did work, and as the days drew on, Y/N became more and more confident, placing kisses on the top of his head or cheeks. The kisses kept getting closer and closer to Jon’s mouth until finally connecting their lips. 

They had to keep their relationship a secret for many reasons. Two Night’s Men dating was scandalous enough, but the Lord Commander and his steward? That would be enough to get the gossip mill running in the South, never mind the fact that said steward was a transman. Both wanted their relationship to be public, but neither ever pushed it, simply enjoying shared kisses in the safety of their room, wrapped in warm blankets.

And maybe they would blame it on the hot room when they started wearing less and less, or simply saying they wanted to guess what the other had for dinner when they dip their tongues into each other’s mouths. But they knew no one would believe them. 

They have vows to keep, they know it, but with all their blood pooled in their lower half, it makes it incredibly hard to keep them, especially with Y/N lying under Jon, whining and begging for his Lord Commander to fuck him, please just fuck him. 

They’ve come to a couple of compromises. 

Jon will fuck his throat or eat him out, but tonight, they’re trying something new.

Y/N’s folded over on the bed, ass-up-face-down, whining and panting into the bed, his thighs tied together with a strip of leather at the knees. Jon sits behind him, hand gripping his soft hair and pressing his face further into the bed, as he works his dick back and forth between his thighs.

It wasn’t quite sex. It breaks no oaths as he never penetrates the other, but it is possibly as close as they can get as Y/N’s soft thighs - damp with slick and spit - wrap around Jon’s dick.

He pants and ruts back against Jon, begging quietly. 

“Jon~ Jon~ Please~” he whines desperately.

“Please what, love?” Jon rasps, pushing a hand under Y/N to tease at his nipples.

His thighs begin to shake around Jon, torn between rutting back against him and leaning into his hands. “I don’t know, I don’t know. Something, anything, please.”

The Lord Commander dips his head down to bite at Y/N's shoulders, covering them in bright hickeys as he lowers his hand to push it between the steward’s legs and tease at his clit, making him whine desperately. 

His thighs shake more and more as Jon fucks him faster and more erratically. 

“Fuck~ Fuck~ Jon~” he pants, clawing at the sheets.

“Gonna cum, love?” Jon asks, tightening his hand in his hair. Y/N nods desperately and the dark-haired man grins against his shoulder. “Good boy. Cum for me.”

The other cums with a shuttering gasp, trying desperately to stay still under Jon and failing spectacularly. Jon pants and groans, cumming soon after as he sinks his teeth into Y/N's shoulder.

Y/N thunks to the bed, writhing and panting slightly and Jon lays down next to him, catching his breath before sitting up and undoing the leather strap.

“That was nice,” Jon hums as he runs his fingers up and down the shorter’s back. 

“Mhm,” the steward mumbles. “Very nice.”

“And you did very good.”

The Lord Commander chuckles at the pleased noise that comes from the other and places a soft kiss between his shoulder blades before standing up and getting a rag to clean them both up, being extra careful around Y/N’s privates. He drinks a little water before making his boyfriend sit up to drink some of it himself.

Once they are clean and hydrated, Jon tucks them into bed, wrapping his arms around the smaller. He murmurs soft praise and gives him gentle kisses as Y/N nuzzles into him.

“We should do that again,” the other mumbles sleepily.

“In the morning, love,” Jon says softly. “Get some sleep.” Y/N nods and nuzzles into the Lord Commander’s bare chest. “Good night, my love. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[slut4thebroken]

Would subby!jon call dom!reader mommy? 🤨🤨🤨 I can’t tell

[namor-the-submariner-dot-net]

Friday Fan Art

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I love all the lush details packed into this piece of art.

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[prtty-lttl-puppy]

straight up tho, if he asked me to act like a dog... he wouldn't even have to ask me twice. already on all fours looking up at him by the time he calls me a good girl anyways. what's a lil barking and humping gonna do? turn me on more???

[coverpanelarchive]

Heroes for Hire #8 (1998)

[rise-my-angel]

Would you say Jon would be more of a soft!dom? Also do you think Jon would be dominant in bed? Been reading so many people say that Jon would actually be submissive in bed and its been throwing me completely off :/

Listen I am a FIRM believer in Dominant Jon. I am on here with my smut to dismantle the sub Jon headcanons for good.

He is an intense man with very raw emotions and painting him as some good boy sub in bed is crazy to me. Now he would be a soft!dom, but that does not at all indicate he has any sub tendancies.

A soft dom is simply a dominant who is more gentle with their words, more romantic and less harsh. A soft dom is a little less kinky but they are passionate and intimate. Which is Jon. I think if you watch who Jon really is as his own individual you'd realize he is a dom, he always has something clawing at his chest to take control and when he does he is a very natural firm leader.

Jons sub headcanons come from one place, and it is the cave with Ygritte scene. Now I have made my opinons on that scene clear, that Jon is a victim of rape at Ygritte's hands and thus I put NONE of my theories of his sexual inclinations towards dom/sub dynamics as being based off of that. Most people who argue for sub Jon tend to also be people who don't think Ygritte is a rapist and thus base their headcanons on that scene. Which I think is gross and insulting to Jon, since it's pretty blatantly rape once you get passed the really dishonest way the show tried to frame it.

So, if you think Jon is a dom, my smut is the place for you. I have never seen a submissive Jon smut that doesnt suddenly turn him massively out of character just to suit that narrative.

Jon is a man who within a few short months of being in the Nights Watch, tried to STAB A COMMANDING OFFICER TO DEATH when said man insulted Jons fathers honor. That is not the actions of someone who is a sub in bed. That is a man who at his core is a protector, and that includes the bedroom.

Jon isn't mean in bed, and he isn't a hard dom, but being a soft dom is absolutely nowhere close to being a sub. Jon has been looked down on and walked all over his whole life and we know he hates that.

So I do not grasp why anyone thinks he'd also want to be treated that way in the bedroom. Why would he want a woman in bed to treat him the way he hates being treated in real life? Jon craves to be in control in his life, he would never want to be ordered around and told what to do in the most intimate of scenarios.

Sub Jon headcanoners are wrong. Sorry, but they do not know Jon Snow. They are wrong. Jon is a dom. A soft dom, but 100% a dom.