#gameofthronessmut

Stories

BLACK AND BLOOD

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

A/N

Mini-Stories

Story

He heard footsteps down the stone halls and he shivered with fear backing himself into a corner terrified of who could be down here to torment him once more. But as usual the cell door opened but he didn't see one of the faith millitant, he saw a septa girl. In the usual heavy bulky robes that covered all but her hands and face, she walked in and shut the door behind her,

"Ser Loras?" She whispered,

Loras looked up in surprise. "Y-yes" he whispered

The septa knelt down next to him and he found himself staring at her likely because she was the first girl he’d seen since his arrest. She slowly pulled back her thick dress slightly revealing she has snuck in food. Warm tea, a flask of honey mead, a slab of bacon, a loaf of bread and some apples.

Loras’ eyes lit up, he could smell the heavenly aroma as she placed the feast before him. The food nearly brought tears to his eyes, he was hesitant fearing some sort of trick that if he took it that meant he was greedy and sinful and thus he’d be beaten even worse but he was so hungry he couldn’t help himself, "How...how did you get this?" He whispered, gently reaching for one of the apples,

"The town market. Eat." She whispered,

Loras picked up the apple and nearly wept at its softness. His stomach had been so vacant for so long but he took a small bite, almost as if scared that he was dreaming and these beautiful septa were merely a cruel illusion to torture him but here he thought she was some angel sent to save him. The apple was sweet and he wolfed the first down greedily. He then picked up the slice of bacon taking a large bite of the sweetness of the cured meat making a tear roll down his cheek,

"Make sure to hide it. I don't know what they will do to you if they find it." She whispered,

after several moments of gorging himself and nearly finishing the flask of mead, Loras nodded and hid the rest of the feast behind a loose rock on the wall.

"I will bring more tomorrow. In the mean time try and rest. I promise I'll be back for you," she cooed softly kissing his temple before she fixed her clothes, left his cell and disappeared into the darkness.

Loras sat there, staring at the spot where she'd disappeared for a long while, as if waiting to make sure she was gone. He then reached his hand up and touched the spot where she had kissed him. A lump formed in his throat, overwhelmed by her kindness and the promise of her returning soon.

Days passed, and Loras would find his mind wandering back to that beautiful Septa who had snuck him food, and comforted him. He would spend hours imagining what she might bring him hidden below her robes, his mind then began to wonder what she looked like beneath the heavy robe she wore, and then chastised himself for thinking such lustful thoughts when he was wasting away in a cell but he knew it was only his vacant mind trying to fill itself with anything he could think of.

In the dark of night, he found his cell open once more and she returned to him, Loras almost fell to his knees when she appeared in the doorway. He was beginning to worry if she'd actually return, and now here she was again. He got to his feet and stood before her.

She rushed inside shutting the door and smiling, "Are you alright?" She cooed worrying over a new cut he had been given in the time between her visits,

"I'm fine" he reassured her. He wanted to reach out and touch her. He had to force himself not to and instead sat back down on the cold ground

"you poor thing" she cooed, she ripped some fabric from her dress and cleaned his cut once it was clean and softly kissed just below it,

Loras tried not to shiver as she tended to his cut. Her hands were so soft and delicate. When she kissed him gently below the cut he exhaled sharply. He ached to pull her into him. To feel her soft body against his. He looked up at her with a burning in his eyes, "Please…What is your name?" He asked quietly

"Anastasia." She smiled, "here I brought as much as I could" she explained unpacking all the food she snuck in, this time she'd managed bacon, apples, bread, smoked fish, oranges, cheese and a large bottle of mead,

Loras had never wanted to kiss someone so badly. Her name alone, which was beautiful, only made her more alluring to him. He watched as she unpacked the feast she'd brought him and his mouth watered as she kept pulling out more food, "What are you risking by helping me like this?" he asked quietly

"do not worry over me." she smiled.

Loras felt his eyes drawn to her beautiful smile. She was like an angel sent to deliver him in his darkest hour. How had a lowly septa, who he had never even seen before, somehow become his salvation? "You're not just a septa. Are you?" he asked, gently. His sharp eyes studying her face in the soft candlelight

"I am not." She admitted, "but that's our little secret," she whispered,

Loras chuckled softly. She was a mystery and he liked it even more. He shifted on the floor and reached out to her, gently grabbing her hand. He looked up into her beautiful eyes "And what happens," he asked, his voice lowering "if someone finds out our little secret?"

"They'll execute me. Likely trial you and either execute you or force you though a walk of shame and send you to the wall."

Loras felt a shudder go down his spine. She was risking her life for his. For a knight she had never met. He swallowed hard, his fingers wrapping gently around her hand that he still held on his own. "Why are you doing this for me?" he asked quietly, gently squeezing her hand

"my reasons are... Complicated. But I promise you they are true. Have faith I will return I promise," she smiled resting her hands on his cheeks. She tried to move away at first but she kissed his lips in a tender and beautiful kiss before she pulled back and once more disappeared into the night,

Loras' body reacted even before she'd moved away from him. He grabbed her wrists to keep her from leaving. Suddenly, he needed to feel her against him. He pulled her roughly to him, into his lap. "I need-" he started to say, before giving in to the lust burning in his mind. He crashed his lips into hers in a kiss, desperate to taste the sweetness of her mouth His arms held her in place as he kissed her deeply. He'd been without human touch for so long he practically devoured her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. Loras was already growing hard beneath his pants merely from the human contact and he had to force himself to pull back from the kiss, "Don't leave." he muttered, resting his forehead against hers

"I do not want to but I must... I promise I'll be back soon"

Loras tightened his arms around her waist, holding her to him. He had never been so drawn to a woman before and he'd be damned if he was going to let her, his salvation, go so soon. Loras buried his face in her neck, leaving a line of kisses down the slope of her throat "You promise you'll return?" he asked, his lips brushing against her skin,

"I promise" she cooed kissing his softly "anything you want me to bring you I'll do my best?"

Lorash thought for a moment. He wanted so much from her. Her touch, her kisses, her body. But the first thing that came to his mind was a luxury he'd had at home and was desperate for now, "A bath" he muttered against her neck, leaving another kiss just below her ear

she giggled "I'm not sure I can smuggle a bath under my dress"

He chuckled softly in response, his lips still nuzzling and kissing the skin of her neck. Loras wrapped his hands around her and moved them behind her back. The feel of her soft body against him was so delicious, he felt like he was about to explode "You could bring me you, instead" he whispered, letting his lips ghost against her ear

"of course I will" she smiled

He held her to him, wanting to just bask in the feel of her body. His mind kept drifting to what she would look like beneath all that fabric and to how her skin would feel. Loras inhaled the scent of her, his nose buried in her clothes, "How I wish I could take you right here in this cell" he whispered, his voice heavy with lust

"soon I promise" she cooed kissing him once more before she had to leave rushing away down the hall

Loras let out a soft whimper of disappointment as she pulled away from him. He hadn't felt this much need for a woman ever in his life, he’d only ever put on a smile of a front for women and found his pleasure in the men of court but this woman, his angel. She'd left him hard and aching for her body to be against his again. Loras exhaled, frustrated, and sat in the quiet of the cell. He began to count the days till she returned.

The days went by slowly, and Loras found his mind wandering back to the Septa all too often. He couldn't shake the memory of her body in his lap, the feeling of her lips against his, the taste of her neck against his lips. With nothing left to do, he would lie on the cold floor and imagine what he would do to her the next time she came to him,

One night the door opened again and Anastasia snuck herself inside,

Loras had been staring at the door, his heart racing. He was growing desperate. The days had felt endless since he'd last had her in his arms. He got to his feet, and in a couple of steps had closed the small distance between them and grabbed her around the waist "By the gods, I've missed you" he whispered, his fingers digging into her hips

"as have I." She smiled, she unpacked some food and drinks for him a small but well balanced feast

He was almost tempted to forget the food and just push her down on the floor, to take her then and there. But he was starving and the feast looked delicious. He grabbed a slice of the hot meat pie and groaned in pleasure. "You have no idea what I would do to you if we weren't stuck in this cell" he muttered as he chewed

"I'm well aware." She nodded "hopefully you shouldn't be for much longer... I'm working on a plan hopefully I should be able to get you out of here."

Loras perked up at her words. He put the meat pie down and stepped in front of her. He reached for her hands, lacing his fingers with hers. With a pleading look in his eyes, he held her hands in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing her knuckles "You can get me out of here? How?"

"The high sparrow is arranging the queen regents walk of shame. All the faith millitant will be out in the streets and the city will be packed with people. We should be able to sneak out"

Loras was suddenly filled with a mixture of relief and hope. He held her hands tighter, not wanting to let her go, for fear she would disappear "Where will we go?" he asked, his mind already racing with ideas of escape, of finally being able to hold her the way he wanted to

"I plan to hire a cabin on a ship taking passage to pentos. I wish I could take you to highgarden but the faith and high sparrow have their claws all over westeros."

Loras found himself grinning at the idea. Freedom. No more cold cells, no more beatings. He could go wherever he wanted and with a beautiful woman by his side. He pulled her close to him, his arms circling her waist. His hands caressed the curve of her hips before resting on the small of her back "When can we leave?"

"soon I promise" she cooed "I know it's hard but you must be patient"

He knew she was right, and that they would have to be smart about this. Loras swallowed his impatience and focused on her eyes, and on her soft body pressed up against his. He sighed, knowing he needed to wait a while longer "It's going to be hard to wait" he muttered, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips,

she softly Giggled and smiled pulling him into a kiss,

Loras melted at the feeling of her lips on his again. He'd been desperate since the last time they kissed. His fingers gripped at her hips, pulling her harder into him. He nipped at her bottom lip as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pressing into her mouth

His hands moved down to her backside and he gripped at it, wanting to press her closer against him. He'd been aching for her body to be pressed against his own since she'd been gone. Loras pressed his tongue deeper into her mouth, letting out a low growl. He'd been thinking of this every night and now here she was, in his arms again

she gently pulls back and peppered kisses down his neck "I know it must be torture for you to wait... But, I can atleast help to... Tied you over" she whispered before she moved to kneel on the dirty cell floor and pepper kisses on his stomach

His spine tingled as she moved down his neck and the sound of her voice sent a shiver over his body. He tilted his head back, giving her better access to his skin, and inhaled a deep breath when her lips moved to his stomach "Gods, yes. Anything. I need you so badly"

she was gentle and careful knowing he'd be bruised and cut from his beatings but she made sure to be slow and careful as she unlaced his britches

Loras looked down to meet her eyes. She was so careful and attentive to all the small injuries he had on his body. He knew she was being caring and sweet, as she always was, but he couldn't help but ache for her to be rough with him. He held the breath in his chest "I need you, please" he panted breathlessly

she Nodded and moved closer starting her work

Loras had to put his hands on the wall behind him to hold himself up. Every time her lips met his skin, it sent a shiver down his spine. He groaned and gasped and panted. His mind couldn't focus Her hands were so soft and gentle on his body as she worked, and his body and mind almost couldn't take it

She worked gently and sweetly her hands and mouth in an intricate dance to make sure he was happy. She was taking her time, with sweet kisses and gentle moans and caresses that made him want to scream with need. His hands tangled in her hair, his back pressed against the wall, holding him up. His mind was completely overwhelmed with her. Everything she did made his body ache for more

He was struggling to hold in the words that were desperate to escape his lips. He needed her, his body desperately aching for more. Loras managed to speak in a trembling voice "More, please, I need more" he begged, his fingers gripping her hair in his hands

she Nodded and became even more attentive,

The added attention was quickly driving him crazy. Loras bit hard into his bottom lip to try and stop himself from making too much noise. He was panting and gasping, desperate for her to go harder. He dug his fingers into her hair and let out a deep exhale, a sharp shiver running down his spine. Loras threw his head back against the wall. She was making him so close, so fast. Every inch of his body was aching for her. He held onto her hair, and in a gasping whisper, he managed to say her name "Anastasia I'm... I'm" he panted He fought to keep his eyes open, his vision hazy from need. Loras was about to tip over the end, his body desperately seeking release.

she continues without even a moment of hesitation Egar to help him feel satisfied after so long

With a half choking gasp, Loras' release washed over him. He shuddered as the pleasure rushed through him. It was as if a dam had broken, all his tension finally being released over her. Loras slumped down,

she slowed and made sure he was alright cleaning up and helping him to lay on the stone bed "there now you rest I'll be back soon I promise"

Loras was panting and shaking, his body and mind still buzzing with pleasure. He was barely able to look her in the eyes as she helped him settle down on the cold stone. Through the hazy bliss of his release, he was still desperate to have her body against his and he reached for her with shaking hands "Stay. Please"

"I wish I could, but it won't be long I promise"

Loras knew she was right, as much as he didn't like it. He reluctantly let go of her, his hands falling back down to his side. He was completely spent, and he just wanted to hold her in his arms as he fell asleep, but he had to wait a little longer. He exhaled, letting his body relax as much as it could against the hard floor.

Author’s Note: Hello my darlings! It has been such a long time and I am so incredibly sorry. I swear I plan on eventually returning to consistent posting, but I have had one of the busiest and most stressful two year of my life. Thank you guys for supporting me and being so kind to my content in my absence, you are all incredible and I appreciate you. I will, hopefully, be posting content similar to what many of you follow me for: harry styles and jj maybank. both will be making appearances soon, i promise! for now, though, you’ll get a cutie little jon snow fic because this character is actually the love of my life. if you haven’t watched game of thrones yet, do it. please god. then come read this.

love you forever, thanks for being here. 

Hope y’all love this. It’s good to be back. 

It had been almost ten years since you had known Jon Snow, and yet you somehow learn new things about the boy each and every day. 

Yesterday, you learned that Jon Snow just didn’t like colors. Generally.

Last week, you learned that Jon hated hunting. Despite being skilled with various kinds of weaponry, the northerner found the activity to be deathly boring.

Six months ago, you learned that he actually did have a heart, and it was full of thoughts of you. 

You also learned that day that the bastard boy is a skilled kisser as well.

Today, you learned that Jon Snow is incredibly stupid. 

The discovery was not something you hadn’t considered before, yet today’s actions were a confirmation of the idea. You were walking down the halls of Winterfell, heading towards the courtyard from your bedchambers, when you were suddenly swept off your feet into a nearby door- then swiftly pressed against it. 

A pair of soft lips and a stubbled chin pressed against you in a passionate kiss, and it wasn’t difficult to piece together what had happened. 

As your heart slowed its pace and the realization set in, you pulled abruptly away from the embrace and lightly pushed your boy off you. 

“Jon! Are you mad? I nearly died of fright, what is wrong with you? Anyone could have seen!”

Jon smirked, placing his hands back in their home on your waist and pulling himself closer into you. “I only wanted to kiss my beautiful girl.”

“Jon, anyone could have seen us. Anyone could walk through this door and we’d be caught. Is that what you want?”

Jon kissed your cheek and began moving his way down your throat, pressing his lips softly into your skin. The touch was feather light, but it sent shivers down your back all the same. 

“I want you.” He mumbled against your neck, moving his hands slowly up and down your sides.

Though it took all your strength not to melt and sink into his familiar touch, you stood your ground. “Not here, Jon. We’ll be found.”

“Let them find us.” He growled. His movements became faster and less delicate. He was losing patience, and you were losing your willpower. 

“Jon!” You exclaimed, making a weak attempt to resist his efforts. 

“Y/n!” He mimicked, almost groaning your name into your skin. 

“Will you please quiet down? They’ll hear you in the Red Keep, you are too damned loud.”

Jon chuckled, mouthing his way over your collarbones as he pulls your dress slowly from your shoulders. “I don’t think you can talk about being loud, my love.”

Your cheeks flushed pink and you remained silent until a sharp gasp was pulled from you as Jon began to suck and bite on the crook of your neck. “Jon, please-” You breathed out, not entirely sure what it is you were begging for. 

Jon didn’t reply, but continued his actions, slowly speeding up as he pulled your dress lower. 

“Jon..” Your voice still carried apprehension, though you’d almost surrendered entirely to your boyfriends’ advances. 

Jon continued on with a passion, kissing and sucking and pulling on your damned dress. 

You were moments away from giving in, until you caught the sound of footsteps headed down the corridor on the other side of the door. “Jon!” You whisper-shrieked, the intensity in your voice finally halting his actions. He pulled immediately away from you, looking into your eyes as he waited for you to speak. Though he liked to mess with you, Jon would never forgive himself if he actually hurt you or overstepped in any fashion. 

“Jon, I cannot explain to you how I wish we didn’t have to stop, but we do. We will be caught. I am a wardess, Jon, have you forgotten? They might send me away from Winterfell if they know we are together before my father’s sentence is through. We cannot do this here.”

Jon nodded, a look of guilt washing over his face. The poor thing immediately felt as though you were angry at him, and began murmuring earnest apologies into your neck as he helped you redress. 

You took both of his hands in yours, halting him and pulling him close. “I’m not angry at you, darling. I’m only trying to keep us together. I will be angry at you if you do not meet me in your chambers in five minutes and finish what you started.” Jon paused again, stopping in his tracks, overwhelmed by your words. You took the opportunity to fix your dress, reach behind you, and grasp the door handle.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before smirking and exiting through the door behind you, leaving Jon open-mouthed in the room. 

Author’s Note: AHHH there it is! My cute little return to tumblr. I hope all my Jon Snow sluts enjoyed this one. If you don’t, stay tuned for other content. I love you all. You mean the world to me. 

See you in the next one. Send requests- I want to write what y’all want to read!

A - Affection [How affectionate are they with you?]

Somewhat reserved but affectionate when you're alone together

B - Butter [How much do they coddle you, and how?]

he knows how capable you are, but still, he gets worried and tries to keep you close and safe

C - Confide [How easily do they confide to you?]

Very easily, he had complete and utter trust in you, he told you everything you could ever need to know and he'd never keep secrets from you, except the occasional 'Not now my love'

D - Defensive [How protective are they over you?]

he wants to protect you, but he knows he doesn't need too

E - Exhausted [How do they take care of you when you're tired or feeling low?]

he'll pull you into his lap kiss your hand and other bare skin, whisper sweet things into your ear and listen to whatever is bothering you

F - Fluffy [How sappily sweet can they get?]

he can be very sappy when your all alone he likes to keep the sweetness privet

G - Game [How much do they play around, and are they a tease?]

he'll make give you a little tease when your in the right kinda mood, often when your alone tucked up in bed together giving you little tickles and playing with your fingers

H - Happy [What's their favourite thing to do with you, that makes them happy?]

He loves to lay down beside you in your little bed by the fire and play with your hair while he watches you in that sweet state between sleep and awake

I - Initiate [Do they make the first move?]

Almost never, he always waits for you

J - Jealousy [How jealous can they get and how do they show it?]

he glares. He can be very jealous jojen was at one point having a conversation with you and from across camp bran glared at him so much you were convinced jojens head was about to explode

L - Love [How do they react to you giving them affection?]

he'll stiffen himself try not to show anything but the moment he's alone he'll blush hard and get a silly dorky smile

M - Married [What's it like to be married to them?]

amazing, he takes such good care of you and is the most perfect husband you could possibly imagine to get in Westeros

N - Newborn [How are they with having kids, and how would they be as a parent?]

Unfortunately, he can't have children, even if you have tried many many times, but after several years you basically adopted several children from around the seven kingdoms, kicked out bastards, children left orphaned by the war, those who never had much of families all came to Winterfell and you all became a large family

O - Outdoors [How are they with you in public?]

very reserved at most holding your hand but nothing more

P - Propose [How would they propose, and when would that be?]

he actually never formally proposed it was accepted that you where meant to be married before... everything happened as your betrothal had been agreed for several years but he asked if you could get married one night as you sat in the snow north of the wall

Q - Quarrel [How are they after a fight, and will they try to make amends right after?]

he gets very quiet. but always says sorry a thousand times

R - Romantic [How much of a hopeless romantic are they, and how do they show it?]

by cuddles, gentle kisses, and sweet little whispers

S - Snuggles [Do they like to cuddle, and how do they do it?]

he loves to cuddle with you laid together noses touching

T - Touchy [How touch starved are they, and would they show it?]

when he gets touch starved he can't help but hold you close and tight never wanting to let you go

U - Urchin [What's one negative trait about them that hurts you?]

he can be very distant in public which sometimes makes you feel a little abandoned

V - Vibe [What energy do they give off when you're with them?]

snuggly cosy and sweet

W- Wedding [What are they like at their wedding?]

very reserved but very sweet

X - Xtreme [What lengths would they go to for you?]

anything you ask in the world

Y - Yogurt [What's their ideal place for a date?]

the godswoods in the snow

Z - Zipper [What clothes do they like seeing you in?]

I stood as I almost always did, waiting patiently as I headed steps up the stairwell and soon enough the door to the chamber opened revealing jojen in his usual attire for when he and his father has business immediately shutting his door behind him

"Now. Where is my lovely lady?" He asks glancing around as he removed his shirt and spotting me "awww there she is" he smirked sitting in his chair beckoning me with his finger so I went over

"Yes master reed?" 

"I have missed you" he smirked holding my hips pulling me to stand between his legs his hands stroking my hips and ass "ummmm and I have a little gift for you"

"For me master reed?"

"Yes just for you. Something that I hope will… improve our time together" he smirked handing me a bundle of fabric tried with string "go on. I'll be waiting" 

I took it and hid myself away as I changed it was a beautiful dark green uhhhh dress if you could call it that leaving much of me exposed and what wasn't exposed could easily be accessed and I returned to see his smirking face "ummmm yummy" he smirked "do a spin for me" he smirked so I do as he asked and he smirked more getting up to cuddle me "and this dress does make these look utterly delectable" he smirked groping my breasts "run me a bath would you little one. I have this terrible ache"

"I'm sure a bath is completely required for that master reed"

"Don't you? Well maybe we should skip the bath and I just have you and that dress snug in my bed?" 

"Your father wouldn't like that jojen"