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pendovah · 9 months

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I wish Jon was here. He liked Grenn, but he couldn't talk to him the same way. Jon wouldn't call me Slayer, I know. And I could talk to him about Gilly's baby. Jon had ridden off with Qhorin Halfhand, though, and they'd had no word of him since. He had a dragonglass dagger too, but did he think to use it? Is he lying dead and frozen in some ravine . . . or worse, is he dead and walking?

#asoiafedit #gotedit #samwell tarly #jon snow #gameofthronesdaily #jon x sam #asoiaf #asoiaf books #game of thrones #myedit

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pinootgu · 2 months

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the only game of thrones thoughts that matter

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sillyzombiedelusion · 1 month

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jon x sam isn’t more popular bc fandom are cowards but i suffer from no such affliction

#Ngl I’ve always had the headcanon that Sam was hot stuff at castle black #Not in the least bc he’s great in bed and a furnace #Regularly sleeps sandwiched between pip and gren when Jon isn’t hogging him #Asoiaf #jon snow #samwell tarly #jon x sam

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asongofstarkandtargaryen · 1 year

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#asoiaf #jon snow #valyrianscrolls #jonerys #jonrya #jonsatin #jonmund #greysnow #jon x alys #jon x melisandre #jon x sam #jon x ygritte #jon x val

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stavosmissionary · 10 months

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For the pride month ship request: may I request Sam/Jon? Thank you and happy pride month :)

did this one in a modern au setting <3

#valyrianscrolls #jon snow #samwell tarly #jon x sam #asoiaf #asoiaf art #my art #jonsam #sam's bracelets are from alleras

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kingmargosha · 2 years

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Ahem, a meme for your troubles!

#asoiaf #jon x satin #jon x sam #jon x sansa #jonsa jonsa and more jonsa #ASOIAF meme

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worlds-best-sippycup · 11 months

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The cringey song title is both thematically AND tonally appropriate here!

Everyone is so sad.

#jonsam #jon x sam #jongritte #valyrianscrolls #sam tarly #jon snow #mine #fic up

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myiliterallyhavenolifegoals · 6 months

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jon, climbing out of a dell computer screen: archive's haunted

sam and daisy: wH-

martin, cocking a shotgun: archive's haunted

#the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #samama khalid #sam khalid #alice dyer #jonathan sims #jon sims #martin blackwood #still not over that 'where u go i go' meant into a 90s text to speak #no one's doing it like them #jmart #jon x martin #tmp spoilers

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feelmyskinonyourskin · 8 months

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Trope De Sept Masterlist

Hi friends! In celebration of me hitting a major follower milestone, I'm going to be posting 17 new fics in September inspired by common tropes. (It has to be 17 because dix-sept in french is 17 and it's Trope de/dix Sept. Get it? Huh? No? Just me?)

First one will go up September 1st and I'm hoping to post the rest every M, T, Th, F and a few sporadic ones sprinkled in there. Please only interact with fics labeled SMUT if you are 18+ and have your age listed on your blog, or I will block you. Read all warnings in the individual fics. Schedule subject to change.

All work is my own. I currently only post on Tumblr. Please do not repost anywhere else or translate without my consent.

My Main Masterlist

Trope de Sept Masterlist

Fake Dating (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Proposal Gone Wrong (Sam Wilson x Reader)

The Morning After (Frank Castle x Reader) SMUT

Hallmark Special (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Song Fic (Bucky Barnes x Reader) SMUT

Misunderstood Breakup (Frank Castle x Reader)

Bodyguard AU (Billy Russo x Reader) SMUT

Enemies to Lovers (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Sleeping Love Confession (Loki x Reader)

One Bed (Steve Rogers x Reader) SMUT

Soulmate AU (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Sex Pollen (Bucky Barnes x Reader x Frank Castle) SMUT

The Snap (Frank Castle x Matt Murdock)

Secret (Frank Castle x Reader)

Crossover (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Five Things Fic (Frank Castle x Reader)

Car Sex (Matt Murdock x Reader) SMUT

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darlingshane · 4 months

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better than indica

Sam Rossi x GN!Reader

Summary: Sam needs a distraction from his pain, and you're happy to help him out.

Content/Warnings: 18+. Explicit, Smut, BJ, Come Swallowing, Drug Mention, Pet names.

Word Count: 1k // AO3 Link.

A/N: This was written for Naughty or Nice Prompt fest @bernthirst-events. Prompt: Giving Sam Rossi head.

A shiver runs down your spine as you rid your body of clothes in the dim light room of the motel. Though the heat is on, the blistering cold from a winter night clings to your skin even after closing the door. It’s Sam stare that thrills you to be fair. He's lying on his back, head propped on a pillow. His shirt is off, the honey soft glow of the lamp highlights the curves of his torso, warms up his bare skin. His jeans are still on, belt buckled low down his waist. You can see the defined lines of Adonis belt that trail down his lower abdomen, ending somewhere underneath the denim.

Sam was half asleep when you entered the room and now, his eyes are wide open, holding his breath, watching you carefully remove every layer of fabric away from your body until there's nothing left but your underwear. Even though your back is turned to him, you can feel the fire of his browns tenderly caressing and warming every inch of your back.

When you turn around, his eyes have shut down, but you know he’s fully awake by the way the denim fabric bulges below the silver buckle. That’s all it takes to make him hard these days. Just a gaze. Just some exposed skin. And you're no better. You're just as easily turned on by laying eyes on him. Exactly like this moment right here as you slowly crawl onto the mattress from the way down, you can feel that tingle between your legs of being so close to him. His scent is soft but blissfully intoxicating. The tip of your nose grazes his beard as you get into position on all fours, hovering over his body.

“I know you’re awake, honey,” you whisper oh so dangerously close to his lips. “Saw you watching me.”

The corners of his lips draw a bashful grin as his eyes flick open.

“I didn't mean to stare–” one of his hands finds your arm. Your skin sticks out as he gently draws circles with his thumb along your forearm.

“It’s okay, baby. I like it when you look at me.” You plant a soft kiss on his mouth and tug his belt. “Why are these still on?”

“I was too tired to take them off. You know how it goes.”

“Yeah? Bum leg giving you a hard time tonight again?” Your fingers dance slowly along the line of his waistband. “Do you need a little distraction?”

“Need a big distraction.”

“Okay, lemme take care of you.”

Glancing down, you unbuckle his belt and open his fly. Then you find his stare as your hand slips under the elastic of his underwear. You bite your lip watching his expression turn as you gently place your palm over his mild erection and massage it ever so carefully until it starts to swell harder. You curl your fingers a little stronger each time, filling your fist with his firm length. Your head bows to capture his mouth, and he feeds you the sweetest moan as you pump him a little rougher, making him spill a few early drops all over your fingers. You use those to up the rhythm and let his head spin away from the pain. Once he’s completely surrendered to your touch, you pull away from his kiss, scooting back to kneel between his legs. You peel his jeans along with his boxers further down to uncover the erect monument you've built at his center.

Licking your lips, you glance at his eyes to see him fully immersed in a lust spell as you bow down to take him in your mouth. Without breaking eye contact, you stick your tongue out and as the tip grazes the underside of his cock it jolts on reflex against your lips. You trace the hard edge of his length all the way up, and then repeat the same motion but firmly pressing the plane of your tongue over his hardness, leaving a trail of spit. You wrap one hand at the base and keep him up as your lips sensually suck on the tip, collecting his arousal. Taking him further into your mouth, you seal your lips tightly around him as your head bobs up and down, gradually faster. Sam can't help but submit to the pleasure you provide. The grunts buried deep in his throat tell you how much he's enjoying you eating his cock. He would shove it down your throat if he had the strength to hold your head and thrust into you, but right now he can barely lift his hips. It's easy to see how he aches more by the way he curses under his breath or how his fingers struggle to grip at your hair.

You got him. Through and through, you take it further and viciously suck every inch of his cock, pushing him further into that sweet undoing.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good, sweetheart…” his voice comes out ragged. “Yeah, just like that. Keep… going…”

You hum around his firmness, keeping a steady pace and granting him that big relief he needs.

Sam can barely keep his eyes open, but he forces them to stay wide so he can see your perfect lips curled around him, taking him full into the depth of your mouth. He can feel your tongue, the pressure of your lips, and his head touching the back of your throat when you go further down.

When he reaches the edge, you move your free hand to grab his balls and give him that ultimate push that has his cock spill everything inside your mouth. A deep grunt bounces off the walls as you squeeze him tightly in your fist for a couple of seconds. His whole body shivers beneath you, taken mindlessly to that plane where there’s no pain, just sheer pleasure, as you drink every last drop.

Drawing a breath, you let him go and lean back and lick your lips watching him gasping for air. His chest rises and falls. His stomach hollows as you place your palm there to capture the heat emanating from his torso.

“C’mere. You always take such good care of me, baby,” he breathlessly tucks an arm around you and pulls you down to his side. “I don't know what I'd do without you.”

“Yeah? Did it make you feel better?”

“Much better, sweetheart.”

“Better than indica?”

“Definitely better than indica.”

“I doubt that,” you scoff, and Sam laughs softly, holding you closer to him. “But I’ll take it.”

#bernthirst prompt fest #sam rossi #sam rossi x reader #sweet virginia #jon bernthal #jon bernthal fanfiction #jon bernthal smut #fanfiction #smut #darlingwrites

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artcake · 8 months

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Hello if request are still open what about a Jonsa wedding art piece or anything Jonsa I just think the one you made was so cute I'm melting

Jonsa my beloved

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eruherdiriel · 2 months

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Excerpt:

Jon doesn’t know why he came to the game. Everything about the high school gym is overwhelmingly loud—the squeak of the players’ shoes across the floor, the yelling of the teams and fans, the rock and synth-pop songs that blare over the loudspeaker anytime there’s a break in the game. Last school year, you couldn’t have paid him to come to one of these things. And yet— “Why are we here again?” Sam asks. “School spirit.” It’s a terrible excuse, one Sam sees through easily.

For the @jonsa-valentine event. Types of love: Storge, Agape, Philia, and Ludus.

Read Songbirds (one-shot, 9k) on AO3.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsa fanfiction #80s high school au #also some jon & lyanna and jon & sam content #jonsa valentine 2024 #*rms #eruhwrites

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wwprice1 · 4 months

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X-Factor, the New Mutants, and the X-Terminators by Jon Bogdanove!

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chellestrash · 7 months

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The stars we lay under

Sam Rossi x Reader

Summary: You manage to get Sam away from the motel for one evening. Turns out you both needed it more than you thought.

Word count: 1.5k

Warning: Nothing much, mentions of angst.

A/N: Another day another fit for the @bernthirst-events BeardthalBash! Today i bring you Sam Rossi and i hope you'll enjoy this little piece i wrote.

“You sure this’s what you wanna do with your night, Dove?”

Sam's voice fills the cabin of the truck once he pulls the hand brake, parking near a small hiking trail off of the main road on the side of one of the many mountains surrounding the city.

You breathe out a silent laugh, smiling softly as you turn to face him.

“You don’t?”

You ask, jokingly, the idea he might take your question seriously, flies completely over your head.

“No! No shit. I-sorry, just…figured there are better things to do than...”

He gestures out to the dark forest surrounding the car, and you follow his hand with your eyes already disagreeing with him in your mind.

“What? Than doing this really fun thing I've always wanted to do, with a cute guy I like?"

Sam scoffs, a quiet snort leaves his throat when your words make him laugh. His gaze drops, and he shakes his head slowly.

“You’re outta your mind, you know that, Dove?”

He glances back up at you with a soft smile.

“Well.”

You shrug, pretending to think about what he just said.

“You chose to stick around, so…who’s really out of their mind here, huh?”

He chuckles again, and you opt to get him out of the car before he starts second guessing himself even more.

“C’mon Sam, it’ll be fun, I promise.”

Pushing the car door open, you gesture for him to join you outside. He nods, silently agreeing, as you shut the door behind you before making your way over to the bed of the truck.

After a moment alone with his own thoughts, Sam exits the car with a quiet sigh. The cool, late night air runs over his face, and he feels the corner of his lips raise gently. He knew he needed this: time away from the city, the motel, the people, the rumors. He knew it, and somehow he knew you knew it too.

“Can you grab the pillows?”

You ask, peeking out from behind the truck, and he turns to face you quickly.

“Mhm.”

He hums, lifting his hand to let you know you can leave it to him.

After grabbing the motel pillows you brought with you from the car, he walks over to join you at the back, a slight limp in his step as he approaches you before handing over the two pillows.

“Thank youuu!”

"’Course."

He nods, and you perk up. Standing up on your toes, you press a small kiss to the side of his face, smiling against his skin when the thick hair prickles your cheek. The tremor in his hand calming down significantly once he rests his palm against your back.

“You think it’s a good spot?”

You ask after pulling away, before throwing a couple of blankets on top of the worn down mattress resting in the bed of the truck.

He doesn't answer immediately, he instead looks up at the night sky, his eyes scanning the peaks of the trees surrounding the spot you two chose to stay at, watching as they sway slowly in the wind. It's far enough from the city that you can still spot the lights below, but above you, the stars shine brighter than ever.

“Yeah.”

He mumbles, head tilted back. His arms press against his chest now, the thumb of his left hand rubbing against the knuckles on his right.

You glance up into the sky, following his eyes with a big, bright smile.

“Yeah, yeah, I think so too.”

There's a moment of silence where he slips away from you. Attempting to take it all in, fighting with his own memories to stay present in the moment with you.

“C’mon.”

Nodding toward the bed of the truck, you gesture for him to follow you as you climb onto the old mattress. Sam watches, a small tilt of his head as a response to your bright smile. Another moment of silence and you can feel his hesitation.

“I know it looks dumb, but it'll be nice, I promise.”

A nod, another moment to make up his mind, followed by one last nod. With a grunt, Sam climbs up onto the back of the truck.

“Ah, shit.”

He mumbles, and you chuckle softly before resting your head on one of the pillows.

“You okay there?”

“Yeah ‘s fine, I got it.”

Shortly after, he joins you on the mattress. Laying down next to you, he reaches for one of the blankets to pull it over both of you. You snuggle up into his chest, and he wraps his arms gently around your body, one under your neck and the other around your back. Once you two finally settle in, Sam allows himself to relax. With a deep sigh, his muscles relax, and before his mind can slip away from him, he decides to focus on this—on you, on this moment.

Pulling you into him, he tightens his hold around you slightly. His thumb rubs over your shoulder gently, and your scent mixes with the smell of the forest at night. He watches as you turn your head to face the sky and follows your gaze. The shine of the stars contrast so beautifully with the deep navy blue sky, never as visible from the motel as they are from this small secluded spot not many people knew about.

“This how you imagined it?”

You nod quickly, not wanting him to question, even for a second, how much you appreciate this, how perfect it feels, how happy it makes you.

“Yeah.”

Snuggling further into him, you move your hand up higher, your fingers rub over the side of his face before you start brushing your fingertips over the facial hair.

“Okay, I know it's kinda dumb but…”

You glance up, your eyes scan over his face.

“It's nice, isn't it?”

He nods, blinking softly with a small smile, his hand rubbing over your back reassuringly.

“You glad you said yes?”

He snorts, chucking at the question, before nodding one more time.

“I am dove, really am.”

Smiling to yourself, you press a kiss against his chest, then another one and then one more at the side of his neck. You rest your head right under his chin, the beard now scratching over your face when he moves even the slightest bit, your fingers still scratching over his cheek.

Embracing one another, you stay silent for a while, taking in each other's company as if it's something that could eventually slip through your fingers.

“I've missed you.”

You whisper into his neck. You’re careful with your words, trying to express your emotions without pushing him too hard.

“Yeah?”

His rumbly whisper, barely audible, blended with the sounds of the forest. He doesn't dismiss the way you feel, doesn’t try to convince you otherwise this time. You nod, humming quietly, and he smiles softly, glancing down into your eyes, your fingers tracing over his face.

“Missed this.”

“The beard?”

“Mhhhmmm.”

You purr softly, throwing your leg over his, doing your best to get as close to him as physically possible.

“Shit, really, Dove?...Thought about shaving it off?”

You freeze, lifting your head off the pillow to look him in the eyes.

“WHAT?!”

The question comes out louder than you anticipated it. Sam laughs out loud, pulling you closer to him to press a kiss to the side of your head.

“What? You don't think I could rock it?”

You roll your eyes, laughing softly while shaking your head.

“No one says that anymore, Sam.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm.”

You lay on your stomach, now leaning over his face, your soft smile earning you a smile back from him.

“Can I still use it? Hmm? I can't keep up with all that shit, Dove.”

You breathe out a little laugh, leaning into his gentle touch when he brushes his finger down the side of your face, over your jaw and down your neck.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You both nod, and he moves in closer, his lips brushing over yours. Your breath hitches when you feel his tongue brushing over your lip, your nose pushing against his. His lips part and the warm breath spreads over your skin. You finally close your eyes, a gesture encouraging him to keep going. When his lips finally push against yours, your entire body relaxes in his embrace. The kiss is soft, slow and gentle at first. Your stomach tightens, and you feel the excitement deep, deep within your body. His tongue brushes over yours and a quiet moan slips past your lips, causing him to smile against them. The prickling sensation of his facial hair on your skin reminds you of the conversation from a couple of moments ago.

“You're not really gonna shave the beard, right?”

You pull away, breaking the kiss just in time to watch him trying to collect himself after you move away silently.

“Not if you don't want me to, Dove.”

He answers quietly after a moment.

“I love the beard.”

“Then it stays.”

“Promise?”

He chuckles softly, watching your expression and how serious the topic seems to be for you.

“I promise, Dove. I'll only shave it when you'll leave me.”

“Oh, god.”

Your eyes widen as you think over his words.

“That's gonna be a really long beard, Sammy.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

"Good, I'll hold you to it."

#sam rossi #sam rossi x reader #beardthalbash #sweet virginia #jon bernthal #sam rossi fanfiction #jon bernthal fanfiction #jon bernthal x reader

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wamarto · 17 days

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Jon: um. I'm not in love with Sansa.

Sam: of course you are.

Gendry: oh, yeah.

Sam: is Sansa coming?

Jon: oh my god how do i look???? should i fix my hair?? is she looking????

#game of thrones #got #jon snow #jonsa #sansa stark #sansa stark x jon snow #jon snow x sansa stark #stark #sam tarly

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angelofthenight · 1 year

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Sam: Why do quiet, laid back men go for loud, fiery women?

Jon, about Ygritte: Someone gotta tell the waiter I ordered mashed potatoes and it ain’t gon be me

#source: twitter #game of thrones #game of thrones incorrect quotes #incorrect game of thrones quotes #incorrect quotes #got #got incorrect quotes #incorrect got quotes #jon snow #samwell tarly #Sam Tarly #ygritte #jon x ygritte

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