#Jon snow x reader

[dipperscavern]

ngl but i think after you eventually fall pregnant with a stark baby from….obvious reasons….its the wolves that notice first. like Greywind is already a bit protective of you but all the sudden he doesn’t even like when robb is too close to you. Ghost literally will not leave your side and no one can come within 5 ft without a massive wolf growling at them. They literally just won’t leave you alone and take it upon themselves to protect you, theyre with you more than the stark men themselves (who have duties they must attend to) and theyve started liking you more than them anyway (i would feed them table scraps 10000%)

THE WOLVES NOTICING FIRST IS SO GENIUS THIS IS SO ACCURATE. ur so smart (ok spencer reid anon LMFOA)

greywind mirrors robb in his sort of wildly protective nature, but it just (somehow) grows when greywind senses you’re pregnant. now instead of by the door, greywind sleeps cuddled flush against you, covering your stomach with his body. he will flat out refuse to heed robb’s guarding commands, literally refusing to move away from you when you sleep. it seems like greywind has a mind of his own, giving a low growl as a warning when robb has a hand on or slings his arm around your stomach. and robb’s just ?? because usually they’re on the same wavelength, but he has no idea what’s gotten into him. and then the morning sickness starts, along with other symptoms, and you confide in catelyn (with greywind resting his head on your stomach as you sit with her). she sends you straight to the maesters, and they confirm you’re with child. robb finally understands what’s up with his other half now, and greywind resumes letting robb get close to you (& your stomach) again. because he knows robb will be gentle, knowing you’re carrying his babe.

and ghost. don’t even get me started on ghost. he and jon’s relationship (especially in the books) is already so funny. it’s more of a friendship/partnership than a master/pet relationship, and ghost already defies jon if he wants to. obviously, he heeds when it counts, but knowing that, it just confuses/frustrates jon when he starts standing between y’all. ghost loves jon, but it’s not uncommon for him to go off and do his own thing. so imagine everyone’s surprise when ghost refuses to leave your side. he still checks on jon throughout the day, but now, you’re doing your duties around castle black with this giant almost-as-tall-as-your-shoulder white shadow padding after you. he’s laying on the table in the mess hall watching you scrub a different one & immediately standing up on it to growl when someone opens the door to come inside. ghost starts literally hunting for the both of you, bringing you animals. you appreciate it, but it’s quite confusing. jon is so frustrated because as lord commander people have to be able to speak to him, but ghost won’t let anyone near you. eventually he literally has a sit down with ghost (because he definitely speaks english).

& he’s full on speaking to ghost just as he would speak to sam or edd. “She’s my woman too. D’you know that?”

then, as your symptoms start & you visit maester aemon, everything becomes clear. and jon is thankful that he’s not losing his mind anymore.

[snow-blower]

Speaking of Stark men railing you.... Stark men having you on their lap at dinner or in council, and secretly having you cockwarm them?🫣

YES YES YES THANK YOU HOLY SHIT OH MY GODS THROTHING AT THE MOUTH RN

Okay. I'm calm. I'm chill. I am but a woman whose calm and collected.

Secretly cock warming them during dinner or in council?? Yes please. Immediately. No one would ever know. Hopefully. Your skirts cover it soooo. And, ugh, your mans resting their hand against your stomach? Like they know exactly how deep they're nestled into you?? Biting back a groan and burying their face in your neck when your squirm or roll you hips ever so slightly to tease?? Honestly surprising how much restraint they have. Rest assured you will be bent over the table once the room is cleared of people though 🤭🤭

[myladyship]

"After everything you have done. How will you sleep at night?"

"Next to my wife."

[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

[prettydeeryess]

they should've been at the club :(

[serqphites]

all stark men have breeding kinks and that’s something i’ll hold close to me forever.

[thesongoficeandfir3]

Sometimes when you deal with men irl, all you gotta say is my ASOIAF man will never treat me this way and move on.

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[mooniesmoochies]

deer!reader

was found by jon beyond the wall, running from god knows what. nobody knows who she is, where she comes from, all they know is that she was jon’s, end of discussion.

the most timid princess in the world. hates loud noises and yelling. hates the cold, hates when jon even gets the slightest bit upset with her. very sensitive, a little too sensitive. always looking to jon for guidance and direction. literally the only man she’s ever known. “jon said i can’t do that.”

the sweetest ever. tries to be helpful when she can. doesn’t like feeling useless which is why jon lets her help with certain things. very curious, the smartest girl in the world.

but in the same breath can be a very bratty and defiant woman when she needs to be. doesn’t like being told no, doesn’t like people who are rude to her because she’ll be even ruder in retaliation. will absolutely argue with her man from sun up to sundown, especially when he does something that makes her upset. can hold a grudge i tell you.

insanely good at embroidery. an insane sweet tooth. loves animals. ghost’s bestest friend. very gullible and easily entertained. physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time. the anxious to jon’s avoidant. though he leans more secure when they’re together.

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[feyhunter78]

The Dreadful Need in the Devotee Masterlist - Completed

Summary - During your Uncle Robert's Royal Procession, you find yourself enraptured with Ned Starks' bastard son. While Jon has never dreamed so vividly until your arrival, a thread seems to exist between you and him, pulling you together.

Luckily for you both, your father Tyrion has decided you need a sworn sword.

I’ve messed with canon and aged everyone up, so we start our story off with y/n being fifteen and Jon being sixteen, then go from there!

Ch 1: The Little Lion Ch 2: The Bastard Son Ch 3: Cyvassse Ch 4: Greensight Ch 5: The Tourney of the Hand Ch 6: The Chamber of the Little Lion Ch 7: Within Lannister Grasp Ch 8: Secrets Revealed Ch 9: Enter Stage Left: House Tyrell🔥 Ch 10: Aftermath Ch 11: Roseroad Ch 12: Weirwood Ch 13: The Queen's Nameday Ch 14: The Son of the Morning Ch 15: Duality of a Lioness Ch 16: The Young Wolf Ch 17: Northern War Camp Ch 18: The Fall of the Lannisters Ch 19: Post War Revelry Ch 20: The Lion and the Star🔥 Ch 21: As Time Unfurls🔥

[s0urw00lfsrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[winnysplayground]

“he’s so babygirl”

babe he just killed somebody.

[dipperscavern]

thinking about jon snow not knowing what to do when you admire him.

he’s sprawled on his stomach, bare chested & fast asleep, with the blankets covering his lower half. castle black stirs awake as the sun starts to rise, moving to start its ascension into the sky.

the ghost of your fingertips across his spine pull him to consciousness, goosebumps trailing his skin from your touch. he lightly stretches, opening his eyes as his muscles tense & relax once more.

he looks to see you sitting up, a glossed over look in your eyes as your gaze is fixated on his back — the hint of a smile playing on your lips. he’s never been looked at like that before. caressed, admired, as if he was something special.

he can feel the pads of your fingers as they run along his shoulderblades, tracing the ridges & muscles that map the expanse of his back. has he ever felt anything this gentle?

you stop your mapping of his body when you see that he’s awake. he’s not looking at you, though. his eyes are blank, fixated on a distant wall as he focuses on your touch, trying to commit the feeling to memory.

“you’re so pretty, jon.”

he feels his cheeks grow warm, no doubt starting to turn a pretty shade of pink. his entire body grows hot, nerves on fire with the sincerity of your words. jon knows you mean it — you’re no liar. suddenly your gaze is overwhelming, and he feels the need to squirm under it.

you’re evil, he thinks. the worst to ever live. can’t you see what you do to him?

he’s brought out from his thoughts when the warmth of your hand leaves his shoulders, coming to brush his hair out of his face. you tuck the strands behind his ears, the dark curls protesting being moved. jon swallows, looking up at you.

he can see the smile you’re trying to suppress, and he feels his heart swell at the fact the sight of him is enough to make you smile. the knuckle of your finger comes to trace the underside of his jaw, just the way your lips have done countless times before. the thought alone is enough to make him shiver.

you get to the front of his face, the pad of your thumb coming to run along his bottom lip. the same lips that have been all over your body are now at the mercy of your touch, and jon wouldn’t ruin this moment for anything… even if lord commander mormont had returned from the dead & knocked on the door.

jon had tried to be still, truly. he should’ve been given an award for how long he’s held out so far. he can’t help himself, lips moving to kiss the pad of your thumb. they start to descend, trailing down the slope of your hand. he presses a final kiss to the inside of your wrist, before his hand wraps around it and brings it to his cheek. he uses it as a pillow, laying his head down once more & sighing, eyes fluttering shut.

you let the smile break free now, eyes gazing down at your lover, in all his content. jon deserves it all. the gentleness, the warmth, anything that you have to give, you offer to him. he’s been through hell and back, the scars run deep. and you want nothing more than to kiss each and every one, to replace the once horrid memories with the feel of your touch.

you eventually pull away your hand, & jon’s eyes are quick to open. you can almost feel the disapproval radiating off of him, which is quickly replaced with a warm feeling deep in his chest when you reach for his right hand.

you bring it to your lap, eyes fixated on it. both of your hands cradle his larger, calloused one. you run your hands along his, feeling every vein & knuckle under your fingers. his fingers twitch with the need to curl into your smaller ones. jon’s so busy looking at your hands holding his, he at first doesn’t see the way your eyes are closed. you’re mapping him, every part of him with your hands — trying to bury the feeling in a deep part of your mind so you never forget. and once jon realizes that, he’s inclined to never let you go. just keep you here, wrapped in his arms forever. you wouldn’t mind, would you?

once you’re done, sure that you’ve traced every part of him that you can reach, you bring his hand to cradle your cheek, mirroring how jon had done with your own not so long ago. you lean into it, relaxing into his hand.

it’s jon’s turn to smile now. it tugs at the corner of his lips, curving them upwards as his tongue darts out to wet them. is this what love is like? jon thinks it must be. to simply exist & be cherished by someone, to be truly adored & held close.

jon can’t resist the urge anymore. its overwhelming at this point, clouding his mind. he uses the hand on your cheek to pull you closer as he simultaneously pulls himself up, connecting your lips with his. he kisses you long & soft, as he gently moves you to lay down on your back. you’re easy in your compliance, putty in his hands; the one still on your cheek, and the other pressing to your waist as your lips continue to dance with his.

he pulls away, trailing kisses down your neck. your hands find their way to his hair, not pulling, just slotting themselves amongst the curls. once he reaches the end of his descent, he moves to place once more kiss on the underside of your jaw, before laying his head down on your stomach. his arms wrap around your waist as your hands scratch at his scalp in a way that’s divine.

& in the comfort of your arms, jon understands why so little men join the nights watch of their own accord. what is honor compared to a woman's love? what is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? he understands now, able to fully grasp the concept of never knowing the tenderness of your touch — and it’s not a very pleasant thought.

in the back of his mind he remembers the duties you both have to tend to, but they’ll be fine, he thinks. they can wait.

[snow-blower]

Can we get jon and ghost as personal heaters now?

Absolutely!! 🤭🤭

❥ Jon, whilst he doesn't run as hot as Robb, especially after his death, still runs pretty hot. It's a comforting warmth, a warmth that easily melts away the cold of the North that tries to bite at you.

❥ Whilst he's not big on PDA, he will pull you into his side or take your hand in his own if he notices your so much as shiver. Would also probably put his own gloves onto your hands (thinks it's cute how big they are on you)

❥ Like Robb, I think Jon would definitely let you sit on his lap whilst he works. He'll keep a hand on your waist or hip whilst he writes letters with his other. Also occasionally pressed a kiss to the crown of your head or your temple

❥ Jon would 100% let you warm your freezing feet under his thighs. Wouldn't even flinch as you do it either

❥ when he's not there to keep you warm? Ghost is. That direwolf has warm skin and soft fur for days. It's like having a heated blanket or pillow. Jon often comes back to find you already snuggled up with Ghost by the hearth or on the bed.

❥ Ghost also follows you whenever you go on little walks by yourself incase you sit down somewhere like by the Westwood tree in the Godswood. He just wants to keep you warm 🥹

❥ Jon wraps himself around you at night. Though, you'll both fall asleep with him on his back with you tucked into his side, your head resting on his chest. And then during some point in the night, Jon will have wrapped himself around you

❥ Lwk hates getting up in the mornings because he knows you'll be cold. Makes Ghost stay with you in the mornings to keep you warm

Gods, I love him 😩

[awakenedevildays]

am I the only one who doesn't find attractive when dicks in smuts are super long? I just read a fic where the male character's dick was 11 inches (which is around 30 cm)… like- how is that even possible and how on earth am I supposed to even DEAL with something like that? do I use it as a baseball bat?

"Don't worry baby, I'll make it fit" THE HELL YOU WILL?! STAY AWAY

(I'm not trying to offend any author here, I think we all have the right to write every kink and preferences we have so don't take this too seriously, you're doing great 🩷🙏🏻)

[sorcerousundries]

Let me wrap my teeth around the world

Pulling Robb and Jon’s curly hair

Warnings: P in V sex, hair pulling(obv), cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex(wrap before you tap), slight marking if you squint(Jon),

A/N: I’ve read their blog for so long and I think @dipperscavern would like this.

Jon’s hair falls around your face while he pounds his hips into yours, the dark curls messy with sweat and exertion, you can’t tell if your hot or cold. The cold air of winterfells snowy winds drift in through the window and bite at your skin but the heat that courses through your cunt and abdomen make you sweat.

He groans when you thread your fingers through the dark tresses and tug at his scalp “careful” he grits a warning through his teeth, his hips slowing to roll in a circle hitting the soft spot inside you with every roll.

Squelching plaps echo the room as his hips sped back up again, it has you moaning and dragging your nails along his back.

That’s gonna hurt in the morning yet he can’t bring himself to focus on that, his senses have zeroed in on the way your snug cunt wraps around his cock. as he looks down to where your connected, those curls fall infront of his face, making you tuck them behind his hair so that you can look upon him as you cum all over his cock.

Robbs hair isn’t as long as Jon’s but that doesn’t mean you can’t grip onto it while he’s knuckle deep in your cunt.

You can grip the auburn curls to ride his face while he smirks up at you, his tongue curling and lapping at your clit. Your legs are hiked over his shoulders, heels digging into his back as your toes curl, he’ll even give you his fingers if you ask nicely, “yeah?, y’ like that?” as he curls them into your g-spot.

Your jaw falls open in a silent scream as your stomach twists and turns with as if filled with molten lava.

Your fingers curl around the auburn strands, providing even a small amount of grounding as your orgasm rushes towards you. Your thighs clench and twitch as he shakes his head, the friction almost mind-numbing as black spots start to dot your vision.

And you know he’ll smirk at you as he rises from between your legs, the scratchy hair on his chin that leaves your inner thighs red raw is soaked in your juices. he pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking them before he encases your mouth with his.

The taste of yourself tart on his tongue.

Even when he pushes your legs up to your chest to sink himself into your cunt, you can’t help but grip at the curls.

[maisy1111]

“he smiled against my lips.”

me: