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welldonebeca · 1 year

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The Finger Situation

Summary: Jon catches Sansa masturbating and gives her a hand. Pairing: Jonsa Warnings: Porn watch. Masturbation. Dirty talk. Smut.

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Sansa pulled the curtains of the little guest room she'd been stored in.

Robb was out with his girlfriend, Jon was off with Theon and she finally - finally - had their house to herself.

After the Joffrey mess and the stress of trying to get into UNI, she deserved this break.

Their home was always so busy, she never had a single moment to herself! Everyone was always all around, the walls were paper thin, and maybe father was the only one in her family who actively respected a closed door.

Coming to stay with them for a few weeks was bliss.

It wasn't all easy - she still had to deal with Jon, which was pretty much like having Arya - but being with the boys meant she had a little bit of freedom.

Still, Robb wasn't living alone, but with his best friends, Jon and Theon. A pair of pricks who were always all around her house growing up.

Theon was pretty crude, although he tried to be respectable when her parents were around and teased Sansa a bit less when she threatened to tattle on him. But Jon was different.

He was Robb’s best friend since, like… forever,

He was too hot for his own good, and an emo prick.

Well... not emo.

But he always wore black and always looked like he was sulking on some bad feeling no one could see, all pouty.

It was way worse when they were younger. Jon was always a loner - especially in contrast with Sansa, who was prom queen twice! - but he had grown out of his awkwardness, and was...

Nice.

Charming.

And he knew it, he fucking had to know.

Jon would walk around without his shirt, have his hair all pretty around his face and pout when she was looking at him, all fucking stupid!

So maybe she had an itsy bitsy tiny little small crush on him.

And what was the big deal?

As long as he didn't know it was alright.

All Sansa had to do was get it out of her system!

And now she finally had time and the house for herself.

Back home, getting off really was always the same thing. A little clit rubbing, a few open bookmarks, a pillow on her mouth to muffle any sound, and that was it.

But she wasn't home. And she was all alone.

Sansa sat on her bed all naked and pulled up a video on how to actually do it right.

Get herself off, of course.

It wasn't like she could have a toy for herself or anything, it was just herself. And now was the best moment to do it, because when else would she have the chance?

The video was simple enough. A woman with her legs all spread, her bald pussy in full view, but instead of her own hand, it was another. Bigger. Veinier.

A man's hand.

Well... she could still follow along.

So, she placed the phone on the desk by the side of her bed, and then lied down, turning her head to the side to watch it.

"First, you spread her," the man hummed, voice deep and slow with a very distant accent to it. "You see how my sweet girl is all wet? Glistening?"

Sansa nodded. Yes, she was very wet.

"She gets like this when I kiss her silly," he purred, sounding proud. "And I've made it very special today because she wanted to be part of this little tutorial so badly."

The woman giggled.

"Now, you must know," he continued. "You have to be sweet with your girl. Kiss her and play with her... I pinch and play with her nipples to make her like this... of course, you can always do this..."

He moved his fingers to her cunt, spreading her folds, touching her around her clit and then on it, rubbing it slowly, and Sansa followed obediently.

"This will always, always make her all wet," he affirmed. "Every girl... well, everyone with a clit, but let's focus our language here. Every girl has a sensitive clit, but you have to touch it the way they like it. Some feel a little more sensitive on a special side, some can't have direct stimulation... my sweet girl here can't cum if I play with the left side because it's not sensitive enough. It's the perfect edging partner."

To prove it, he moved his finger to circle just the said side of her clit, and the girl squirmed.

"See how she drools?" he hummed. "You want her very, very wet, very sloppy."

Sansa squirmed.

Sloppy. Stupid word.

Stupid word that made her all stupid wet.

"Once she is like this, and only once she is like this, you can put your finger in," he instructed. "Slowly, very gently. Let her relax and accept it."

Sansa moved around to get her finger in, and huffed at the stretch.

Oh, no one told her that fingering herself was an ab workout!

Maybe that was why the girl wasn't touching herself on camera. She would have to be very bendy to look sexy while doing it.

Still, Sansa tried her best, and if felt better than she thought it would.

It did. It really did.

Her finger was touching some place she really hadn't touched before - even when she had actually tried a while ago.

It was new, it was good, and it was hard to do.

"Now pull slowly," the man commanded. "And push... fuck her slowly, give her time."

She complied and whined in pleasure at the same time the woman let out a very little sound.

"You'll know she is enjoying it when you feel her cunt fluttering your finger... my pretty girl here will moan sweetly, but some girls are shy. You really need to coax the moans out of their lips."

Sansa wasn't shy. Well, she was, but she was home alone, and it felt so stupidly good, she wasn't even caring about being quiet.

"Don't give her more than she can fit," he instructed. "Especially if she hasn't taken any cock before."

Sansa squirmed.

"Sweet little virgins need time," he cooed.

Suddenly, her door opened.

"Sansa, are you-"

"Oh my God!" she screamed, reaching for the sheets.

Jon stopped, frozen by the door.

"Get out!" she screamed, trying to cover herself up.

He didn't fucking move.

She was going to die. That was it.

Sansa was going to die by embarrassment.

The woman moaned randomly from her phone, and she felt her whole face and neck just burning deeply.

"Curl your fingers," the man instructed. "Just like that, good girl."

She pulled the sheets up, covering her face with the thick covers.

"Sansa," he spoke slowly.

The sounds of the video stopped.

"What are you doing?" he asked, almost accusatory.

“None of your business!” she screeched.

This was just like one of their arguments back home. So childish!

"Sansa..." he stepped closer.

She covered her head, not wanting to be seen.

"Can you just leave?" she begged. "And put my phone now. Please."

She wasn't in the mood nor had the patience to fight with him now.

"What are you watching?" he asked.

Sansa didn't answer, and she could see him sitting on her bed.

"How to finger a pussy," he read the title. "By... dragonrider?"

She whined, closing her eyes.

"Jon, please," she begged. "Just let that go."

Great, now he was going to rub that on her face.

He moved, but instead of leaving her, he closed her door and walked back to her bed, sitting down.

"Don't you know how to finger yourself?" he asked, voice too casual for the question he was asking her.

She covered her face with a hand.

"Jon..."

"I'm just asking," he shrugged. "You're 18 now."

"I've never done that before!" she huffed. "I'm not like Theon."

He didn't move.

"So you're a virgin?"

"No," she stomped her foot. "I dated, remember? Harry? I started dating before you even had a girlfriend!"

Jon scoffed sounding.

"So you had a boyfriend, and he never fingered you?" he asked. "He must not have been good enough, then. I fingered Ygritte good before I even knew what I was doing."

She rolled her eyes.

"I make her cum," he told her. "I did all the time. Did your sweet Harry do that for you?"

Sansa just pouted, uncovering her head to glare at him.

"Haha," she rolled her eyes. "Is that all you meant to do? Rub it on my face how you could make your girlfriend cum and how I have to get myself off if I want it?"

He shrugged, and she crossed her arms.

"We didn't... do that," she huffed. "Just so you know."

Jon looked at her, unaffected by her state.

"So you are still a virgin?" he asked.

She looked away from him, burning red, and just wanted to yell at him, but Jon shrugged, very comfortable on her bed.

"I'm not making fun of you," he assured her. "But you shouldn't learn how to pleasure yourself with porn. That's doomed to fail."

Sansa rolled her eyes.

"I know how to pleasure myself!" she argued. "I just... I didn't know how to finger myself. It's different."

Jon looked back at her and sighed.

Shamelessly, he tapped on the bed with his hand.

"Come here," he instructed her. "You're not gonna learn from a video."

Sansa eyed him suspiciously, but walked to the bed anyway, holding her sheets close to her body before sitting down by his side.

"Well, what do you suggest?" she pouted. "That I read an article?"

He straight up chuckled, and then looked at her, licking his lips, and his eyes were tainted with something more.

"You need a teacher to help you. Show you," he said simply, leaning closer to her. "I could be your teacher."

Her whole face burned, and her eyes widened in shock.

"Jon..."

He leaned closer to her.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered.

But she shook her head.

"Please," Sansa exhaled. "Don't."

He kissed her, and she was eager to take it and kiss him back, and just let him when he moved his hand to her blanket and pulled it off before pulling her closer by her waist.

She understood now, what it meant, to be kissed silly and made wet and needy.

Harry and Joffrey had never kissed her like that.

Slowly, as if not to startle her, Jon moved her, laying her on the back and climbing up and up until her head was on her pillow, and his hand moved slowly to between her legs, caressing her knee and her thigh.

She gasped when he pushed a single finger into her easily. His finger was too thick, almost like two of hers, but he was so delicate it didn't even hurt.

"So warm, Sansa," he whispered, biting her lower lip. "You got yourself all wet, didn't you?"

She nodded, whining a little.

"Poor girl," he cooed. "Never had a boyfriend nice enough to show you how good-"

He curled his finger and she gasped when she felt him brushing against a sensitive pot in her.

"-it can be to have a finger in her cunt."

"Was too scared," she whimpered.

Jon sighed, shaking his head.

"Poor, poor girl," he hummed, kissing her neck.

He moved down slowly, and she gasped when she felt him kissing her chest, licking her nipple before sucking it into his lips, pulling his finger out and pushing it back into her.

"Look at you," he cooed, letting it go. "Those tiny little tits..."

Sansa whined, though arching her chest to him.

Her tits weren't tiny!

They were just a little small.

"Do you think I could suck fit one whole into my mouth?" he looked at her. "Think your little tit can fit all into my lips while I finger your virgin cunt?"

His words, dear Lord...

Suddenly, Jon moved to his statement, spreading his lips, and she gasped when his teeth grazed against the top and bottom of her breast, and she moaned when he sucked it all into his lips.

Sansa arched her hips, and moaned loudly when he slipped a second finger into her.

"Jon," she grabbed his hair, not knowing what to even do with her hands.

His hair was so nice, soft and curly and pretty.

"Sweet little Sansa," he moved back, kissing her skin slowly to her other breast. "Squeezing me sweetly on your cunt."

She arched her hips to him, needy.

"Jon," she moaned.

"Feels good, sweet Sansa?" he licked the underside of her breast. "To have my fingers in your cunt?"

She nodded, ad tried to get closer to his hand when he pulled away slowly, fucking her with his palm far, far away from her.

"Please, Jon," she pleaded. "My clit."

Jon hummed a little.

"I don't know, Sansa," he curled his fingers, tickling her sensitive walls and she moaned. "You only asked me to finger you, and I am fingering you."

She whined, raising her hips, trying to chase him.

"I can't cum like this!" she argued. "Please, Jon."

"You're right," he used a hand to spread her legs more. "You can't, right? It doesn't matter how much I finger your sweet cunt and don't play with your clit, I'll only be edging you."

And he kept fingering her as if he hadn't heard his own words.

"Jon," she protested.

He moved back to look at her, and she could finally see it in his eyes.

"Yes, sweet girl?"

"Please," she pleaded with him. "Please, play with my clit? Please?"

Jon licked his lips.

"And why would I do that?" he teased her, his voice and face mocking her.

Sansa just wanted to smack that smug look out of his face.

"Cause you're good?" she tried to argue. "A good lover?"

He just moved faster, and she could hear the sounds of her cunt taking his fingers, already feeling herself all infected with arousal.

"That is true," he agreed. "But I like being mean to you so, so much."

Jon pulled his fingers again, and she was about to protest when he just grabbed her and manhandled her to lay on her stomach and raise her ass, pushing now what felt like three fingers into her.

"And I think you like it too, don't you, sweet girl," he cooed.

Sansa moaned, half her face smashed on her pillow.

"Fuck, Jon," she yelped.

He fucked her fast, rough and with no mercy.

"Yes, Sansa?" he asked.

He changed the motion of his fingers out of a sudden, and she cried out when he touched something especially sensitive in her.

"Jon!" she screamed.

"Stupid sweet Sansa," he slapped her ass. "Look at your cunt. So sloppy."

Her pussy squeezed around his fingers more.

That word, that stupid word.

She could cum right now. Just a little rub, and she would cum.

"Please," she cried on the bed. "Please, I need to cum, please."

She felt him before she realised he had moved. His tongue on her cunt, around her hole, just taking her wetness.

"Please," she cried, trembling already. "I need- please."

And then, suddenly, he wrapped his lips around her clit, fucking her hard with his fingers and sucking her in a never-ending grasp.

And Sansa came.

Loud, shaking and crying.

"There you go," he hummed, tongue licking her clit softly. "Was this what you needed, Sansa?"

"Yes," she cried.

He continued to move his fingers.

"How do you say, then, sweet girl?" he asked.

Sansa whined into her pillow, sensitive.

"Thank you," she moved her hips. "Thank you, Jon, thank you, thank you."

He pulled his fingers away, and she was about to turn around when his tongue moved a little more daringly, licking her cunt clean, licking and tasting her up hungrily.

Sansa was shaking and moaning, oversensitive and overwhelmed.

Before she could cum again - or beg to cum - the sound of the door opening made her stop, and Jon stopped quickly.

"Guys?" Robb called. "We're home."

She gasped, but Jon moved quicker than she could think.

"We can finish this when we have privacy, sweet girl," he caressed her ass.

He left, and she watched him go, panting.

Oh, they sure would.

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cellsshapedlikestars · 1 year

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*pterodactyl screeching* AHHHHHHHH

HSGSFSSHS THEY DID THE IMPROPER !!!!! and hoooboy was it improper 🫣🤭🥵 not me gigglin in the dark in my car in a parking lot eating a burrito 💀😂

a rush gendrya wedding. stickin it to baelish. flirty hallway kisses. flirty in the rain kisses(and more!!!). serious talks. JONSA SMUT. this chapter truly had it all😭

gods how i truly hate it whenever your chapter count goes from "?" to a number. BUT DEAR GOODNESS I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE LAST ONE. HUGS AND KISSES, I REALLY HOPE YOUR NIGHT AND THE REST OF YOUR WEEK IS WONDERFUL💕💕

Enraptured by your description of where you were reading this chapter. A dark car. A burrito. Perfection

I'm glad you liked it anon 💕

#cellsshapedlikeasks #moths wings

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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nancythebisexualslutwheeler · 2 years

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Not really smut, but I have a domestication kink so to me it's kinky...

Jonsa prompt: their parents found out about their relationship and sent them both to boarding schools. Sansa in the vale, and Jon at the castle black. In hopes that what ever delusions the two had of each other would go away with time. But nope, once Sansa has graduated. Jon whisk her away and they get married (name change and everything) leaving everything behind to start a new. Also the who boarding schools are related to each other so letter exchanges and events between them isn't uncommon and that's how they stayed in touch. Idk I just want some horny and sweet letters with loads of pining...

Aww bet bet. I love this!!! You're making me want it to Jonsa week this week LOL (It's next week), but it'll be ok. That being said, keep checking here, my ao3 and the Jonsa tag to find the fic. I write a different ship every week and have one week where I write for every fandom.

Also this is kind of where your prompt is in what I'm working on. Not saying this is the order in which it'll be finished, it's just where it's place in line is lmfao. But it's on there!

Kinktober 3

Witness Protection

ABO Prompt

Witness Protection

Smutty prompt

Witness Protection

Domestication Prompt

Thank you so much and I'll try to be quick but good (:

Someone was so smart as to tell me to in the mean time read witness Protection which I’m super proud of and is very long and domestic.

#anon #asks #prompts #jonsa

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jonsasmutweek · 6 years

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Jonsa Smut Week 2018: 30th July-5th August

Details under the cut...

How do I enter?

Post your entry on the day that corresponds with the prompt(s) you have chosen.

Tag @jonsasmutweek

Tell us which prompt inspired you

Use the -#Jonsa Smut Week

Please use other appropriate tags, such as NSFW, BDSM or various other applicable kinks (please be considerate towards other users of the general Jonsa tag who may not be comfortable with smut etc - tumblr’s ‘under the cut’ function could come in handy too.)

Keep an eye out to make sure that we reblog your entry (you are very welcome to give us a poke if you think your work has been missed!)

If posting on AO3 as well, please add your work to the Jonsa Smut Week Collection

What can I enter?

Anything fanmade - gif set, fic, aesthetic moodboard, drabble, artwork, fan video! All welcome!

You can enter as many or as few entries as you would like!

Any other rules?

Yes, none of the below will be accepted:

Rape or implied rape

Dubious consent

Torture

As mentioned before, please consider your tagging and whether the use of the ‘under the cut’ function on posts may be appropriate.

What are the prompts?

This year we’ve gone for an ‘Erotic Novels’ theme! So each prompt is a possible title of a titillating tale! You do not have to name your entry the same as the prompt title(s) - they are for inspiration, but please do let us know which prompt you are using.

We’ve mocked up some book cover designs for each day’s prompts (we took a theme and ran with it!) - you can use the visuals as inspiration but it is not necessary (if a character is shown in canon costume on the book cover, you do not have to stick to a canon setting, for example.)

Each day has two choices of prompts to choose from (scroll to the bottom of the post if you would prefer a simple list minus the book cover graphics)...

Day 1: Get A Little Wet or Get A Little Wild

Day 2: A Little Bit Naughty or Virgin Territory

Day 3: Drunk On You or Almost All The Way

Day 4: Hungry For You or That Thing You Like

Day 5: Heat Of The Night or Watching Me

Day 6: Something New or Anyone Could See

Day 7: Away From Home or We Shouldn’t

To recap the prompt list:

Day 1: Get A Little Wet or Get A Little Wild

Day 2: A Little Bit Naughty or Virgin Territory

Day 3: Drunk On You or Almost All The Way

Day 4: Hungry For You or That Thing You Like

Day 5: Heat Of The Night or Watching Me

Day 6: Something New or Anyone Could See

Day 7: Away From Home or We Shouldn’t

Jonsa Smut Week 2018: 30th July - 5th August

Any further questions, please don’t hesitate to drop into our asks!

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsa smut week #sansa x jon #jonsa events #fan event #jonxsansa #jonsa smut week 2018

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bitchcakegreen · 6 years

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Stay With Me

Jonsa Smut Week submission for Day 5 - Heat of the Night

Dirty little story in a modern AU where Jon is a famous actor in London and Sansa is a teacher from Scotland. Told from Sansa’s POV. I hope everyone enjoys my little attempt at fanfic. NSFW

“Where are you going?”

I’d thought he was asleep and I would be able to make my escape with minimal fuss. I turned, looking over my shoulder at the sight he presented laying on the rumpled cream-colored sheets. His dark hair was mussed from sleep and last night’s shared activities. His eyes were hooded in that stomach-flipping way. God, he was handsome.

“Back to my hotel room,” I answered pulling the blanket up a nit to cover my breasts.

“Stay,” He traced his fingers down my spine, running one over the tattoo on my hip. That had taken him by surprise last night when he’d undressed me. I couldn’t control the shiver that slipped through me at his touch. Fiery passion. A cliched as it sounded that was what this man made me feel in the span of a few short, but precious hours. I was surprised the bed sheets hadn’t ignited the moment we hit them.

I looked out the window of his apartment, focusing on the fat raindrops sliding down the glass pane and not the feel of his skin on mine. You could barely make out the shadowy silhouette of the building next door. Anything to get my head back in the game. I needed to get out of here. Fast. I was letting emotion take over and that wasn’t like me.

“You and I both know this was nothing more than a one off,” I turned to face him, not letting the blanket slip from my shoulders and I knew the pin-up girl make-up that transformed me into a beauty by daylight was smeared all over my face. But when I met his gaze I knew he didn’t see any of that. Those soulful brown eyes held the same passion and wanting they had when he’d stopped to help me with my shoes only a few short hours before.

The sound of those raindrops was the only thing in the room for a few moments. I blame the rain for being in this bed, in this room, in his arms. If I haven’t stepped on that grate and caught my heel in the metal struts just outside the theatre he would have walked right by me without a word. Without his hand on my elbow as he steadied me. Without he fingers light caressing my ankle as he knelt to replace my shoe. I swear I heard some ladies sighing when he pulled that Cinderella move on the cobblestoned pathway.

“Why do you say that?” He sat up, propping some pillows behind his but never moving his hand from the small of my back.

“You’re a big movie star who lives in London. I’m just a teacher from Scotland.”

Tugging on the blanket, he pulled me down once again to lie beside him and idly ran his thumb circles on my bare back.

“It’s raining. You should stay here with me.”

He ran his hand down my back and under the blanket to caress my ass.

“Go do your matinee. I’ll go wander through Harrod’s. If, when you’re done, you still want to see me again,” I leaned down and brushed my lips over his “we’ll have dinner before your evening show.” I wasn’t sure who I was lying to him…or me.

This was a one-night stand, a memory to help me through the cold winter nights when nothing, not even a raging fire would warm a person up. He might be enamored with me right now, but I wasn’t harboring any delusions it was anything more than fleeting fancy.

He slipped his hand to the back of my head and deepened our kiss. He tasted so good, the scruff from his beard rasped against my cheeks.

“Stay with me. You’re all I need,” he murmured against my lips, his tone needy, his hands greedy.

Gripping my hips, he lifted me up until I straddled him, the blanket falling away to leave me gloriously bared to his hungry gaze.

A gasp escaped my lips when my pussy connected with his hardening cock. Despite having taken me six ways to Sunday the night before he appeared ready for more.

“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he growled, sliding those big hands up my ribcage to rest just below my breasts. I knew the feeling.

He rotated his hips, pressing that impressive erection intimately against my pussy. I groaned in response. I couldn’t help it. I began rocking my hips back and forth, slowly, rubbing myself up and down his shaft. My clit was throbbing, and I could feel myself growing wetter. I rocked once more, causing him to shudder beneath me. I did that. I made this powerfully built, famously cool and collected actor weak with need.

Moving his hands up my body he cupped my breasts, kneading them gently, rolling my nipples in between his forefingers and thumbs. He licked his lips that wicked tongue darting out, begging me to suck on it. I obliged.

Leaning down, I pressed a kiss against his mouth, simply tasting him, taking my time, committing him to memory. I felt his growl of pleasure rumble through his chest and over my skin. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I caressed his warm flesh. The hard points of his nipples scraped my palms as I explored every ridge and hard plane of his torso. He was thickly muscled, and the smooth flesh was marked by a few long scars.

Slithering his hand down my body, he dug his fingers into my hips, guiding me down fully onto his cock. The tip brushed my swollen pussy and graze my clit. A shiver raced through me and I moaned against his lips. He slid smoothly, easily between my folds and pushed into my entrance. Nothing had ever felt so good.

“Tell me you were really going to run out on this,” he shifted his hips slightly and changed the position of his cock until he filled me even more.

“It was just an idea.”

“Worst idea ever.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” my laughter turned to gasps of pleasure as we both moved in concert, his cock driving into me deep, heavy thrusts.

I kissed him again, this time feeding on his mouth like a hungry wolf. If this was the last time I wanted to remember every single moment of it. The rasp of his whiskers against my chin, the smooth, hot feel of his chest against mine, and the exquisite length of his cock buried deep inside me.

“More.”

His thrusts sped up, hitting every sensitive spot. His hands were everywhere, skimming my curves. I got lost in the heat of his mouth, in the strength of his body, in the little noises he made as I slide up and down on his shaft. My pussy clinched around his thick cock and I knew it would only take a few more thrusts before I came apart in his arms again.

He gripped the back of my head in one hand and pulled my mouth from his. He kissed my jaw, the line of my neck, my collar bone, anywhere his lips could reach. My skin burned from where his lips made contact.

I moved my own hand down my belly and over my mound to my clit. One brush of my finger over the sensitive bundle of nerves was enough to push me over the edge. I came in a rush, crying out his name into the stillness of the room.

“Jon…”

Bracing my hands on the bedsheets beneath him, I rode him with every ounce of energy I still possessed, feeling him stiffen inside me. A male moa of satisfaction ripped from his lips as he climaxed deep inside me.

I collapsed against his chest, our breathing heavy and mingling with the sound of the rain against the window, a sheen of sweat coated both our bodies.

A few minutes ticked by and I was content to remain draped over him, I knew I should get up, grab my clothes, and hit the road but something held me fast to his side. He dropped a kiss on my head and shifted our bodies until we lay side by side, his chest to my back, his palm resting on my hip.

“Thank god for that tube grate,” his words were so soft I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly. Despite every thought racing in my head.

“Yes, thank for my klutziness and her majesty’s subway system.”

Time slowed, and I knew he was finally asleep, that hand now loosely resting on my belly.

With absolute care, I extracted myself from his grip. This time I wasn’t taking any chances. I scooped up my clothes and shimmied into my dress in record time. With a final glance at his sleeping form on the bed, I headed out into the living room. I looked around for my purse, finding it on the coffee table where I’d thrown in before he lifted me over his shoulder and hauled me to bed.

Rummaging inside I pulled out a pen and a scrap of paper. Taking a deep breath, taking a risk, I scribbled him a quick goodbye adding my phone number on the bottom. I dropped it on the kitchen counter and headed out of the apartment, thinking of the words I’d written on that old receipt above my phone number.

Just in case. Sansa

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amymel86 · 6 years

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Well looky-here, Amy finished a fic! Woo-hoo!

Final chapter of Ridiculous Thing is for both the ‘Watching Me’ and the ‘We Shouldn’t’ prompts for @jonsasmutweek

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsasmutweek #jonsa smut week #entry #I don't know who the lil dude is in the gif but he's FABULOUS

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vivilove-jonsa · 6 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, Jon Snow & Arya Stark Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Other Characters Mentioned Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Pining, Arya is Jon's best friend, Sansa is his secret crush, Summer Romance, Masturbation, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Virgin!Jon, Horny!Jon, Voyeurism, Angst and Humor, Jonsa Smut Week Summary:

18-year-old Jon Snow's best friend is Arya Stark. He is also in love with her older sister. Jon figures he'll carry that secret to his grave as surely as he fears being resigned to a life of celibacy if he can't get over his hopeless crush on Sansa. But the summer before he leaves for college may change all that when Arya convinces him to spend a month at the Starks' cabin at Long Lake.

@jonsasmutweek Day 5-Watching Me

A gift for @chocolateghost

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latintigress · 6 years

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Since I've had a really awful week that took all of my time and energy, I haven't been able to do much reading.

Now that things kind of settled a little bit, I could finally log in to AO3.

OMG! So many fics! So much smut! TGIJSW! (thank God it's Jonsa smut week!)

Thank you, fanfiction writers! You guys are the best!

#jonsa #actually jonsa #Jonsa smut week #jonsa fandom #Fanfiction #Writers #You guys are the real mvp

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kittensjonsa · 6 years

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For @jonsasmutweek ’s Day 1 (sorry for the late entry, real-life sucks ass)

Prompt: Trying something new/teasing

Summary: My own headcanon lol - Sansa Stark is ransomed back to her family after being held hostage by the Lannisters. Jon is a brother of the Night’s Watch and her sworn guard chosen by Benjen Stark, who still lives *yeah it’s my fic so he lives* Jon has the hots for her and this prompt is just the beginning. Dark/dom Jon is in there somewhere.. stay tuned.

In Another Life

“Not sure if it works but no harm trying. Well, at least the dosage should be safe,” Sam chirped as he passed a small bowl of dark liquid to Jon. Jon winced. The pungent smell of the concoction Sam had put together was enough to make the room seem to spin. Maybe it would work after all. A good night’s sleep for the Lady, finally.

“Well, I don’t know how she would drink it. The smell, goodness. What’s in this Sam? Fermented blood and rotten fish heads?” Jon held out the bowl as far as his arms would allow him to. If he couldn’t get past coming near it, Jon couldn’t see how it would go past Lady Sansa’s lips.

“Well, no, but it goes down better with ale. At least that’s what Maester Aemon used to do. I’ve seen the effects on the wounded, Jon. How it made them sleep through the night,” Sam explained, proudly.

“Aye but the Lady isn’t wounded is she now? Well not much, I suppose. We’ve been riding for two days from King’s Landing and not a murmur,” Jon frowned, trying to recall his journey back, in escorting Lady Sansa Stark back to the North. A ransom had been secured for her return and Benjen Stark, second in command of the Night’s Watch had entrusted Jon with the duty of protecting and guarding his beloved niece whilst on her way back home to Winterfell from the Capital.

“Aye, but it isn’t a wound of the flesh, Jon. None the eye can see. This, would help that very wound. Or at least, for a night,” Sam pointed to the bowl once more. Jon nodded and made his way out with a torch in hand. He grinned as the looks of envy greeted him as he sauntered over to the guest bedchamber. It wasn’t much really but it was the brightest and warmest room they had in the whole castle.

“Come in,” a soft melodic voice called out from the other side of the door. Jon bowed his head as he entered and offered his best smile his scruffy face could muster.

“Good evening, my Lady. I hope you are feeling better today. Here, I brought you something.”

Sansa returned the smile and stood up from vanity to see what it was this time. The men have been so gracious and kind during her stay the past few weeks and if it wasn’t a bunch of flowers in the morning, it would be a book for her reading pleasure. As she came near, Sansa’s hand flew to her nose immediately.

“Goodness! What is it? Smells absolutely foul!”

Jon only gave a tight lipped smile, partly trying to keep down a bubbling laugh. Jon watched as Lady Sansa’s comely face scrunched up adorably as she turned her attention to him, her eyes questioning his.

“My Lady, I have very specific orders to make sure your stay here at Castle Black is as pleasant as possible and that also means you having a good rest. This is just something, my friend Sam, made for you. He’s learning to be a Maester you see and he has learned from Maester Aemon, something of the healing arts. I know that you’ve had trouble sleeping. Perhaps this would help.”

Sansa peered into the bowl again and sighed softly. “How did you know?”

“My lady, I don’t mean any disrespect but I have heard you crying in your sleep. And how you lay awake at night. You forget I am standing guard outside your door.”

Sansa turned away to walk back to the bed and sat down. She missed home, her parents, her little brothers and Winterfell castle. She even missed Arya.

“I am truly sorry my Lord, that you’ve had to hear that,” Sansa said quietly.

“No, no please my Lady. I am sorry that you have to stay here but I promise you it’s safe. Till it’s time to return to Winterfell, I suppose. It will be soon, my Lady. In the meantime, no one will harm you here. You have my word, Lady Sansa.”

Sansa nodded through her tears that were flowing freely now. A strange piercing went through his chest as he watched Sansa gently wipe her cheeks. He only yearned to reach out but alas, he is only a brother of the Night’s Watch and a bastard one at that. No bastard should even breathe in the presence of a highborn lady as lovely as Sansa Stark.

“You will take this then, my Lady? It’s something new, I know but if it can give you a night of peace, then it is worth a try, my Lady. Perhaps, some ale will help it go down easier. Well, not that our ale is any better,” Jon chuckled as he placed the tray on the bedside table. Jon gave a nod of encouragement to Sansa as he held out the bowl for her to take.

“Will you stay here with me then? The nightmares… What if they never stop?” Sansa gripped his wrist, almost yanking him to her, with pleading in her eyes. The pain in her voice was enough to make Jon’s own eyes teary. I’ll chase them away for you, if I could my Lady. And keep you safe here with me for as long as you let me.

“I will. I will stay right here with you. Whatever you need, my Lady, you only need to just call my name.”

“Thank you, Jon Snow. You’re a good man with a kind heart.”

The hours ticked by and it was pure torture, having to watch such a lovely sight that he could not ever touch. Lady Sansa Stark of Winterfell, in her shift, with her long locks of copper splayed beautifully across the pillows and her long arms laid atop the furs that only covered up to her waist. Jon sat as close as he would allow himself to, keenly eyeing the heaving bosom of alabaster skin. How his fingers would explore every inch of her, beginning from the soft skin on her neck and moving further down her body. Jon gulped and pulled at his breeches.

“Aye, seven hells. Why do the gods tease me so.. with you Lady Sansa?” Jon whispered, his hand so close to reaching out for hers but yet he would not.

One day, somehow somewhere in another life, Sansa, I will make you mine.

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cellsshapedlikestars · 2 years

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The Jonsa mob AU anon…I know you feel you have issues with smut, and I completely understand that. I also want to tell you, without any intention whatsoever of pressuring you, that your smut is excellent and tense and sexy, and I could never get tired of your writing. By telling me there’s a chance you’ll release a follow-up, you have made my week.

I'm glad!!

I'll be honest, I do really like what I've written so far. It's just a matter of figuring out logistics, cause I know the end, I'm pretty sure. What's unsure is how I'd get there. (The smut has nothing to do with the plot, so if I chose not to include it, it wouldn't super impact it.)

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cryoreal · 6 years

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Day 2 of @jonsasmutweek: Jealousy. A follow-up chapter to yesterday’s prompt. Explicit under the cut! Also on Ao3.

Sansa was very familiar with the green-eyed monster.

Harry had been a serial cheater, and spent every moment in public staring at some poor girl’s ass. Joffrey was just an asshole, and liked to shout lewd comments out of the passenger side of his best friend’s car at women walking down the street.

But watching Jon behind the counter, blending drinks while chatting a little too happily with one of his co-workers… this was different.

Sansa clutched her latte in front of her, trying not to visibly grimace when the girl brushed her entire front along him because there “just isn’t enough room in here!” She had to bite her tongue when Jon tossed her a bottle of whipped cream and she winked at him.

They weren’t dating yet, but Sansa felt more strongly about the way Jon watched this woman toss her honey-blonde braid over her shoulder than she had ever felt about Harry or Joff.

Jon caught her eye again and smiled at her, and Sansa tried her best to smile back nonchalantly over the screen of her laptop.

Margaery was right - she had taken to doing her homework in this Starbucks more often than anywhere else after she and Jon had hooked up that first time. And so what if it was nothing but hooking up? The sex was good - better than anything she’d had before - and Jon seemed happy with their arrangement.

The blonde pressed up against him again so that she could lean around him and Sansa swore she felt steam coming out of her ears.

He’s not your boyfriend, Sansa chanted to herself, but now all she could see was the way they had been pressed together. She shut her laptop with more force than necessary and tossed it into her bag on the way out, making sure that she didn’t give Jon another glance. She didn’t think she could control her grimace if she did.

She was two blocks away from the Starbucks and three blocks from her apartment when her phone buzzed in her pocket.

You left without saying goodbye, sweet girl.

She wanted to be the kind of girl who could leave him on read, but she was too angry.

You seemed pretty occupied.

Well, a job is a job. We were pretty slow, though, and I should get off in about 20 minutes. Did you wanna hang out?

She couldn’t help herself then, and her fingers flew across the keys as she stomped down the pavement.

I’m sure that blonde would be happy to hang out with you.

Her phone didn’t buzz again for the rest of the walk home, and she let herself into her apartment, still stewing inside.

She really had no reason to be angry, and as Sansa began to rifle through her pantry for a snack, she could feel herself calming down.

Jon didn’t belong to her. They weren’t dating, or even exclusive. She hadn’t even thought to discuss that with him when they started fucking. She had no legitimate reason to be angry.

Yet the tight feeling in her chest wouldn’t go away.

She had decided that chips and salsa were an appropriate snack to eat her feelings away and had just pulled the bag out when there was a knock on her door.

When she looked through the peephole, she saw Jon standing there looking almost ashamed.

Sansa pulled the door open a crack. “Can I help you?”

“Can I come in for a minute?”

He is not your boyfriend. “Sure.”

He had been in her apartment a few times before, but she assumed he had never paid attention to much because he was looking around like he had never seen her home before.

“You don’t normally just pop by like this,” she said casually, crossing to the fridge to find a jar of salsa.

“I wanted to talk about Val.”

“Val?”

“My coworker,” he supplied, still standing by the door.

“Oh.” Sansa busied herself with pouring the salsa into a bowl, refusing to look at him.

“She’s just a friend.”

“Just a friend,” Sansa echoed. “I don’t know how this is relevant.”

“Sansa…” he groaned, and she suddenly found him at her side, turning her around. “I know you were jealous.”

“I was not,” she defended herself, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Val is nothing to me. But you…” his eyes wandered down her body and back up, “you are everything.”

“I’m your fuck toy,” Sansa stated blankly, trapped in the cage of his arms.

“You know this is more than that.” His breath ghosted along her neck and she shivered, still fully dressed. “I know you feel more for me than that.”

She was beginning to melt in his arms as he suckled on her neck, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear gently. “Admit it. You were jealous.”

“No.”

He bit her ear then, just enough to make her yelp. “You want me all to yourself.”

“I want no such thing,” she responded primly, despite the fact that his hand was tweaking her nipple over her shirt.

“You want me to be yours.” His tongue slid across her collarbone, making her flush in the best way.

“We’re just friends.” Her breaths were coming shorter now as his mouth made its way across her chest, pausing only to pull her shirt over her head.

“Would a friend do this for you?” One hand slid down into her leggings, brushing against the top of her sex.

“Depends on what kind of friend,” she gasped out, unwilling to give in just yet.

“Would a friend do this for you?” His teeth scraped against the small of her waist and she squirmed, ticklish.

“You’re my friend,” she pointed out, her hands clutching the countertop for support, and he chuckled as his nose nudged against her hip.

“I think we’re more than friends, Sansa.” He ripped her leggings down to the floor and buried his face in her, inhaling deeply.

“Friends with benefits,” she protested weakly, letting her head tip back as his hand drifted over to part her folds.

He hummed against her, pressing a kiss right above her sex, before reaching up to take her hand and carding it into his curls. “Which benefit would you like today?”

“This one,” she moaned, tugging his face into her.

She groaned loudly when he pulled away, kissing her thighs instead. “You have to say it, sweet girl.”

“Please!” Sansa whimpered, his fingers tracing along the edges of her folds. “Please, Jon, please.”

“Tell me what you’d like.” His eyes gazed up at her, so dark they looked nearly black, and she whined wordlessly for a moment.

“Eat my pussy, Jon, please.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, stroking her gently before spreading her folds again and sliding his fingers up them, moving slickly between her pearl and her opening, diving in with one finger before pulling back and teasing her again.

“I swear to god, Jon,” she mumbled, yanking on his curls to get him to focus in, and he chuckled against her skin before lapping at her with his tongue, making her toes curl already.

It wasn’t the first time he had done this for her, and she doubted it’d be the last. Every single time, it got better.

The first time, she thought she had died for a moment. Joff refused to even entertain the idea, telling her that it was just “gross” to think of it. Harry had tried, but his patience wore out after thirty seconds and he told her it was just too difficult for him. Jon, though…

Jon was a master at patience, at drawing her out of her shell. When he circled her nub with his tongue, she cried out loudly. When his fingers started to pump in and out of her with a slick, wet sound, she keened quietly in the back of her throat. And when her peak began to spiral up around her, she practically wailed, both hands clamped down into his curls to hold him to her as her hips snapped into his mouth.

When she was finished, trembling and sweaty against the countertop, he brushed a kiss against her hipbone before standing up again.

“Never doubt again that there is anyone in my life but you,” he told her, clutching her face in his hands, and it was all she could do to nod weakly, eyes wide. “Consider this the beginning of our relationship, Sansa Stark, because I don’t want anyone but you.”

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