#sansa stark imagine

[poisonsage808]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with sansa, dany and margaery please? Reader has a black cat that absolutely despises the ladies, always hissing and even trying to scratch them when they get too close to the reader LMAO, how would the ladies react? Thank you ^_^

Her lover was sweet, kind and cuddly. Her beloved was utterly perfect! So why the hell did her beloved have such a horrible creature at their feet that seemed to try to literally scare them away.

♡ Margaery Tyrell ♡

• It started out as a useful sign. Wherever the beast was, as were you. It seemed the creature couldn’t be without your presence. Tolerable at first, now bothersome

• It hisses when Margaery is but two steps apart from you, any closer and looks about ready to mask her with power it shouldn’t possess.. but might

• “Darling,” Marg coos sweetly from the doorway, “Perhaps you would join me for a swim today? The weather is perfect for it!”

“I’d love to.” You smile as you rise to your feet, abandoning your work to offer her your arm.

Margaery wears a triumphant smirk as she accepts, hooking her arm through yours and leading you to the pond

• The damn cat sits on top of her abandoned dress and glares from shore as Margaery steals kiss after kiss from you. In the water you’re completely hers. Unfortunately unless she bargains with a witch to somehow turn you both into mermaids, it seems she’s stuck sharing your attention with this beast that loathes her

♡ Sansa Stark ♡

• If wolves did not cower in the face of lions, she certainly wouldn’t for a domesticated variant of one

• Sansa ignores your black haired beauty as it rests on your lap, batting her pale hands away if she dares to rest it anywhere on you

• Once it hissed at her and she hissed back

• Sansa does a sweep of her room before you enter. Hiding spots empty, windows closed, it seems she’s safe from torment for the night— but the moment you open the door the cat darts under the bed

• You laugh, though you don’t find it as funny when your cat hops on the bed when you’re trying to kiss your fiery lover

“Shoo!” You beg, gently waving your hand only for it to purr and rub its head on your knuckles.

“Could you confine your furry friend to your chambers for the night?” Sansa asks innocently, inching towards the edge of the bed.

She gets a well deserved glare from the beast in cat’s skin.

You sigh with a smile, “Perhaps that’s best.”

• Somehow it finds its way back into the room and pounces on the both of you while you sleep, jerking you awake as it bounds off to hide again

♡ Daenerys Targaryen ♡

• You bowed before your queen whereas the beast would rudely dance between your legs defiantly. Dany swears it’s on purpose

• She has bite marks and small scratches on her hands constantly from trying to hold you

• She’d tried everything. Bathing, bribery with treats or catmint (which only seemed to worsen the treatment she received)

• Dragons loved her! Dragons were bigger, more powerful and yet this tiny black ball of fur terrified her!

• Worse? Her children adored the terror. Not one unfortunate snack attempt was made. You were in utter awe over Drogon napping with your cat!

• The only time it scurried off was when Daenerys would take you flying. She adored the way you tightly held onto her, no little beast to interrupt you both while up in the clouds

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[axelsagewrites]

What They're Like in Bed

Includes: Margery, Sansa, Daenerys, and Yara (Asha in the books but more ppl kno her as Yara I think)

Warnings: mentions of (but not descriptions) of various kinks, subs, doms, degradation, praise kinks, thigh riding, and oral (that kinda thing) 18+

Word count: 905

Men's part here

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Margaery

Margaery comes off as very in charge at first, which she is amazing at, but she can have a subby side as well. When she’s dominant she is a soft dom though. She loves to ride your face, telling you to behave or she’ll stop. She’ll sit you on her knees or over her lap, slowly staring to pleasure you and trail kisses on your neck. This girl loves neck kisses. Like obsessed.

She doesn’t do harsh punishments and instead will ban you from touching yourself, or worse her. She’ll make you watch her pleasure herself when you haven’t listened enough to earn it. When you do behave though she will shower you with praise. The praise can also be condescending in nature, saying ‘how good you are for a stupid slut’ or telling you ‘good job’ with a condescending tone. She wants to make you work for her praise.

When Margaery does allow her submissive side to show she loves to be overstimulated and if she trusts you then fully tied up. She could spend all day being tied up and edged just for the satisfaction of her release at the end. She loves when you grab her jaw or throat, even some light chocking, but she doesn’t tolerate degrading or spanking. At least not on her. You are a different story.

Sansa

Sansa was hesitant about having sex to start with, her trust always haven been broken in the past, so when you do start having sex you have to be very gentle. However, once she becomes comfortable things get amazing.

She’s defiantly a very shy sub who blushes when you make eye contact with her. She blushes like crazy when you praise her which is often because of her massive praise kink. She loves to be told how good she is, how sweet she tastes, and how perfect she is. The praise also helps her get out her shell. When she does is when she wants to experiment with things like temperature play with you dripping hot wax over her chest.

Her favourite thing is when you run her a bath, rubbing her shoulders, and kissing her neck, before joining her in it to truly help her relax. She defiantly loves more casual sex vibes. I’m talking laughing and giggling mixing through her moans, sleepy morning sex, lazy casual sex, making out on the bed as her hands wander your body.  Her absolute favourite thing though is when you go down on her. Sansa can be a bit of a pillow princess in this regard but she’s also a very caring partner so if you point it out, she will turn her attention on you.

Daenerys

Daenerys feels a need to be dominant with her partner due to her history and never feeling like she is treated seriously. She does love being dominant though and loves a partner who will sit at her feet, praising her and begging to touch her. She loves to deny you of her touch or your finish until she has heard sweet praise and begs fall from your lips.

Her favourite positions are definitely to do with riding though. She loves to ride your face or have you ride her. Sometimes she’ll have you ride her thigh, teasing how easy it was to turn you on. She loves when you worship her body and the trails of kisses you leave across it. She realises her subby side one time when you began to suck her nipples and she wanted nothing more than for you to keep going and to please you. Oh also she loves nipple play.

When she is submissive, she loves to please and be praised, being told how good she is and how she can earn her next reward and asking permission to touch you or to cum. While she’ll ask first, she will never beg. She doesn’t handle degradation or punishment well but she never brats enough to deserve it. She just wants to be taken care of and make sure that you reach your own peak in the process.

Yara

Yara is a dom who loves to tease. This girl will tease you from the moment the sun rises till it sets regardless of whether you’re in the bedroom or not. She loves to flirt with you in front of others. She loves watching you blush and stutter at her words however she also gets a kick out of the days that you flirt as boldly back. This causes her to step up her game, sometimes dragging you off to the nearest surface or wall to remind you that she was in charge.

If her partner were comfortable with her, she would love to try a bit of exhibitionism. Maybe not go all the way but the idea of someone watching her turn you into a moaning mess riled her up to no end. She also wouldn’t be against watching you with someone else, however only if and when she allowed it and she was very particular on who she would share you with. This was also the reason she loves threesomes.

She loves to have her partner ride her thigh, choking them as she does. She’s down to try a lot of different thing but she will tease you incessantly while doing so if not straight up degrade you if you allowed her. She’s very experimental.

A/N: I love the girls but why can't they have easier names lmao I keep auto correcting to Margery not Margaery.

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[fandomnerd9602]

Could you do a sansa stark x male assassin reader?

Y/N lands behind Sansa…

Sansa: you here for me?

Y/N: maybe

Sansa: you gonna stab me with your knife?

Y/N: I’d call it a dagger

Sansa: mmm it’s more of a broadsword

Sansa gently removes Y/N’s hood and kisses them…

She reaches for Y/N’s belt…

Sansa: welcome home love. Now show me your broadsword

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[n-evermores]

The Queen's Heart

Pairing: Sansa Stark x fem!reader (Drabble)

Genre: Fluff, Implied romance

Summary: Your Queen Sansa's handmaiden. She tells you everything, trusts you with her life, but little does she know how much you admire and love her.

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Sansa sat before you, her long hair falling free over her shoulders. Your gentle hands lifted the red tresses carefully, making sure to work out every tangle before you began braiding her hair. She didn't say anything to you at first. She sat there quietly, her pale eyes closed tightly as your fingers brushed against her scalp. You often watched your queen closely, keeping an eye out for her, yet admiring her from a distant as she did her daily duties as ruler of Winterfell. But right now you couldn't see her face fully, and she couldn't see your eyes softening as you began to weave strands of her hair together in a simple plait. Your lips parted, tempted to speak soft words to her, but you knew it wasn't your place. Instead a soft sigh escaped your lips.

"What's the matter?" Came her almost apathetic whisper. Sansa appeared cold at times, and her tone usually emotionless when she spoke. You knew she was kind and good underneath it all, but she's been through so much, so much more than what she's told you. And the red wolf has told you a lot more than anyone else.

"I'm just thinking." You responded, refusing to divulge your true thoughts. You heard her make a non-committal sound, shifting some in the chair so she could turn her eyes on you.

"Please tell me what you're thinking?" She insisted and you knew if you avoided looking into those blue eyes, you could have resisted, but it was too late. Your gaze met hers and you relented, your shoulders slumping in defeat.

"I'm thinking about you." You felt heat rise to your cheeks, "you inspire me." You added, hoping to divert her from your true intentions. She smiled knowingly, a sparkle reaching her eyes as she reached over to grasp your trembling hand in hers.

"What would I do without you?" She asked softly, squeezing your hand. You felt your heart begin to gallop inside your chest as if a thousand Dothraki rode to war within. It wasn't often you saw such a gentle expression on her face, but when you did, it was usually directed at you. You daringly squeezed her hand in return, brushing your thumb over her knuckles.

"I'm sure you would do just fine without me, Your Grace. But without you I can imagine the north would become even more cold."

"That's not possible." She responded and you just chuckled. Of course she didn't know just how much her presence lit a fire in the hearts of the northern people, especially yours.

"Trust me. It is." You released her hand before finishing the plait, wishing more than anything to undo the braid and start all over, not wanting the moment to ever end.

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[x-aefx]

The moment sansa stark became ✨Sansa Stark✨

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[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

The scent of the flowers were almost overwhelming, nearly a physical wave that engulfed Sansa as she walked arm in arm with you through the Keep’s gardens. It was a welcome relief from the offensive smell that coated the entire city and it was one that brought happier memories to her mind.

And your presence was a gift as well, as different as you were from the rest of the people that Sansa was surrounded with. Kind and gentle, you had gone out of your way to offer her protection from her jailors. It wasn’t much — usually just an arm extended to sweep her away to the same gardens they currently walked but it was more than anyone else gave.

The gardens and the godswood were the only two places that she knew she could go where nobody but you talked to her. It was another small comfort that she had.

Today, you had woken her before dawn, spiriting her away into the flower lanes before anyone but the servants were awake. Your arms had been full with baskets and a blanket with a promise on your lips to find the most deserted corner ever to make sure no one could find the two of you before she wished to leave. Sansa, bemused, had followed after you trusting in your words.

She had been correct to, and a short hike later had seen the two of you enclosed in a small glade that could only be found by pushing through a thin section of the surrounding bushes. The inside of the glade was wild and free, clearly having been forgotten for a handful of years but it was perfect for the small party you were attempting to throw.

The first thing you had done was to shove the baskets into Sansa’s arms and walk around in circles for a few minutes, seemingly taking measure of the place you’d led her too. Just as she was getting ready to question you on what, exactly, you were doing — you turned around and spread out a thick and soft blanket, large enough for the two of you to lay on comfortably. She followed your gestures, approaching softly, handing over the baskets when you reached for them.

Then you had laid out a small morning meal of fruits and cheese with crackers, lounging back against a tree to relax and nibble as you took in the rising sun cresting on the skyline. It had taken a moment for Sansa to follow your lead. She had, instead, been struck by your beauty, the way the pink sky lit up your skin and the color of your hair. It was only when you turned to raise an eyebrow at her that she copied your movements but reclined against you.

Her red hair, unbraided and unattended as it was, spread out in a scarlet wave across your lap. You allowed one hand to tangle within the locks as the other took to feeding her.

So the morning was spent as such in quiet contemplation, little words trading between you. However as the sun moved from rising to setting, you had moved her from your lap and continued your circular movements from that morning. You had also begun picking flowers, seemingly at random. The intense concentration on your face was comical, made more so when you caught her staring — twisting your face into shapes every time you caught her eye.

Many turns about the glade later, you had an armful of colorful blooms laid about around you and you had taken possession of Sansa’s hair again. The familiar sensations having her hair braided soothed her and Sansa closed her eyes. You were so kind to her, taking the time to gently brush your fingers through the strands to smooth them out…

She had almost fallen asleep with your movements when you slowly pushed her upwards to sit straight. As she rubbed her eyes awake, she saw that you were holding out a small mirror, a matching one in your hands. When she took it from you, you reached out to move her arms into the correct position. When Sansa turned to look in the mirror, she saw that you had lifted yours up and moved it in such a way that she could see the beautiful way you had woven all the plucked flowers into the braids currently crowning her head.

Sansa spent a few minutes just turning her head to see the entire work but when she turned again to face you, you molded yourself against her back and she could only see you in the mirror’s reflection.

“I thought that a gorgeous woman such as yourself should have an equally gorgeous crown.”

Sansa pushed back the tears that wanted to form and managed to croak out a small, “Thank you.”

When she dropped the mirror into her lap, her hands rose to grip yours that had placed themselves on her shoulders. Turning her head to nudge against them, she did her best to muffle the sounds of her sadness.

She didn’t know why but your simple act of kindness was enough to open the floodgates and allow the tidal wave of emotion to emerge from within her. You were silent but respectful, not moving away from her until she did first.

“Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it Lady Stark.”

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Sansa Stark Masterlist

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[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Adventures- Sansa Stark

Pairing: Sansa Stark x Reader

Characters: Sansa Stark

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 425

Author: Aaron

Sansa lay, sprawled and fatigued across the large deerskin rug that embellished the hardwood floor or her Winterfell abode as the close fire crackled and roared, and the winter storm threw hail on the large, thick windows.

“What do you want?” She asked as you peered your head around the heavy door, it had not taken Sansa long to befriend you, but as a lowly market trader the world of castle interiors and ornate embellishments was new to you, and far from your normal reality of splitting bread with your siblings and enticing patrons to your mother’s market stand.

“What’s wrong with you?” You asked, joining her in laying along the bedroom floor. “You are the daughter of Ned Stark, you have almost everything you could ever ask for, why are you moping around?” She rolled her head until your eyes met, she had a sheepish smile adorning her soft, pale lips.

“It really is not all that people think it is. Of course, we get nice things and I’m very grateful to not have to worry about food, or warmth or safety… for the most part anyway. But I crave a life past just lounging around the castle and attending boring social events. I want some fun and some adventure in my life.” She pushed herself up and leant against the frame of her large bed. “I’m not sitting here saying that I want to go and slay dragons and find ancient lost treasure. I just want to be able to explore what more to this world there is, right now I’m limited to the keep and I think me, and Arya have explored every inch of this our father will allow us to.”

“Me and my father often go on runs to the south so that we can purchase supplies for our wares. Maybe you can persuade your father to join us? It normally takes us a few days by horse and cart, but it’s hardly the most perilous journey. We are lucky to see any fauna past some deer, so you won’t come to any harm.”

“Even if my father did allow me to join, he would send men with us, enough to fill a small army. It would defy the point but thank you for the offer.” She rolled a small coin in her fingers and tossed it from palm to palm. “One day I will go on grand ventures all throughout the lands. For now I will just have to be content hearing my father’s stories from his own travels.

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[in-my-feels-probably]

Congrats on your 600 followers, your writing is amazing, i loved the rhaenyra x shapshiter reader especially. Mind if i request a match up from game of thrones(romantic)?

I'm a lesbian with she/they pronouns, I'm INTP 5w6 aquarius. I am 5'4 with very long black hair and dark brown eyes, I'm a bit of a tomboy but i don't mind wearing feminine stuff often. I like wearing darker clothes but i also like wearing soft colors like light blue or pink even. I also have black nails and black stud earrings.

I'm a very timid and quiet person. I have social-anxiety and i rarely talk to anyone unless it's my close friend or family. Some people might think I'm mute because I'm so silent. Besides that I'm pretty level-headed, kind, friendly and like to help if i can. Though at times I might hurt someone feelings since I'm brutally honest, I apologize after. I'm also the type of person to go with the flow because i want to take things easily and not make a big deal out of it, I'm a neutral person when hearing people's opinions unless it's questionable. I'm kinda slow to process some jokes and i zone out a lot since I like to be on my mind and because my sleep schedule is messed up. I like listening to my friends talk!! I hate to see my friends hurt or upset and try my hardest to comfort them. I cheer them up by doing things for them or taking care of them (my love languages are quality time and acts of service)

Interests: Reading, Horror Books, listening Music (classical and metal), sleeping, I'm a fan of oolong tea and passion tea, I like relaxing in quiet places while listening to music or reading, I like well-clean things and spicy food.

I don't really like trouble and like to stay out of it. I dislike loud people or insensitive people. I also don't like crowds and prefer to be alone. I get nervous when i meet people i don't know and pushes myself to a corner hoping they won't see me, I hate being disturbed when I'm relaxing or when i'm tired then I might come off grumpy, I hate being made fun of even if it may sound like a harmless joke, i get moody after, I really hate when things are out of place or unclean. Oh yeah i don't like cake too 😭

Hobbies: I really like reading books, especially mystery or horror(maybe even romance). I'm also good at painting/drawing but i get fustrated because I get artblock. Other times i like making things out of paper like flowers, birds, etc.

Other info: I have an uncontrollable strength, I don't work out it's just that when I pinch people payfully slightly they say it hurts really bad 💀

I think that's it, have a good new year and a good day ♡ 👧

hi! thank you for participating :)

i ship you with sansa!

especially in the later seasons, she became a lot more reserved. i think she’d need someone calm and on the quiet side, someone to keep her company. i think she’d be afraid to get involved with anyone, especially after all that happened to her. but i think she’d be drawn to you. you’d remind her of home, and quiet peaceful evenings she had as a child, maybe with her father. it would be one of the things she missed most, even when she returned to winterfell, and you’d be a small piece of the life she used to have. you’d be an instant comfort. you being quieter, she’d have to be the one to approach you first. you’d intrigue her, and she’d find herself doing things to spend time with you. you’d warm up to each other fast. you’d be an excuse for her to get away from her responsibilities so she could be with you. you’d know how to comfort her when she needed it, and she’d feel comfortable talking to you about anything she needed to get off her chest. she just wants to be in the north with her people, separate from the rest of the world. she’d be content to do that with you, it would be so easy. she’d love talking to you, telling you stories or explaining how her day went, appreciating that you were actually listening.

she had to grow up so fast, she’d be such a different person compared to the girl she was before she left winterfell the first time. you’d understand that, and she’d know that it didn’t bother you. shed have a much sharper tongue, able to stand up for you or correct a situation if she needed to. she’d seek you out during the day, wanting to sit with you while you read or did your art. she’s quite the artist too, making her own clothes. you could sit together and work on your projects, either helping each other with them, or just being content enough to work in peace next to each other.

maybe one day, she’d be sitting with you, telling you about home. somehow, you’d get to the topic of sweets.

“lemon cakes are my favorite. i miss the way the cooks made them when i was young.”

you’d pretend to like cake, and she’d be absolutely appalled once she found out you don’t actually like it.

“what? how can you not like lemon cakes? that is absurd, we have to make them now.”

you’d spend a day in the kitchens, making her laugh and smile. she wouldn’t even care that you’d scrunch your nose up at the taste when they were finished, just happy that she got to spend the day with you.

“i may not like cake,” you’d say, resting your hand on her arm. “but i do like your dress. you’ll have to show me how you made it one day.”

she’d smile, happily agreeing to.

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[poisonsage808]

♡ Happy Heart Day ♡

Starks Edition

♡ Jon Snow ♡

He hasn’t ever celebrated this holiday. A part of him wants to and the other part is just so defeated, he wouldn’t know where to start anyways. When you surprise him with a handmade card and a chocolate fudge wrapped in pinkish wax paper, he blushes and stutters!

“A-Are you sure?” He asks, looking around like you’ve somehow mistaken him for someone else.

You smile patiently, urging for him to take the gift a second time, “Quite.”

Jon leaves for a bit after that, returning with a rabbit to make you a dinner to share in his chambers. You two sit close on the floor by the fire and with one heavy blanket draped over your laps. Sipping not the best ale (the Night’s Watch may never fix whatever recipe they have) eating rabbit stew and finally he shares the fudge you gifted him.

“I wish I could… make this better somehow.” He admits softly, partially guilty but mostly content.

“Don’t be daft, this is perfect.” You reassure him, nudging his shoulder.

Jon looks down at where your hand found his. He squeezes your hand tighter and his lip quirks up and suddenly its a much more perfect day.

♡ Sansa Stark ♡

This holiday belongs to her. She owns it, dominates it and if anyone thinks otherwise they’ll be proven wrong every year on the dot. It’s her absolute favorite.

From the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep, Sansa is lovingly doting on you. She presents you a new shirt with your house sigil detailedly embroidered onto the sleeves as well as a direwolf over the heart. Such a public claim, the holder of the queen’s heart.

Sansa’s pretty blue eyes go wide when she sees the romantic display you’ve made of her chambers. Candles, rose petals, her favorite meal and, “the sweetest wine for the sweetest lady in the world.” She blushes and giggles, rare to see for anyone other than you.

After dinner you nervously set a tray of lemon cakes in front of her.

“Did you make these?” She asks, delightedly bewildered.

“I attempted. I’ll not—“

Sansa stuffs one into your mouth before taking a bite herself, laughing at the powdered sugar dusting the corner of your lip and cheek. Overnight she clears the tray and her kisses become sickeningly sweet, each one longer and tastier than the last.

♡ Arya Stark ♡

She hates today but she’s silent about it, not dramatic like when she was a child clutching her stomach and faking gags at her parents smooches. Arya’s thoughts on the holiday don’t change with you, why’s only a single day set to appreciate one’s partner when they should do it every day?

Still, she’s sentimental. She marks a map with all the places the two of you have been together and a little note of her favorite memory of that place. Then in a slightly brighter shade of ink she marks places she wants to take you one day.

Arya doesn’t expect anything in return, after all she’s complained about today for so long. So her face is rather priceless when you draw your sword with a smirk. What could be better gift for the adventurer? She hasn’t sparred for fun in… she can’t remember the last time she did!

She beats you, of course, not even her beloved is allowed a single pity-win. You’re both sweaty and panting for air with smiles on your faces when it’s over. Arya pulls you by your cheeks into a breathtaking kiss.

“Thank you,” You whisper when you part, “for being my adventure.”

“That’s awful.” But she laughs, her smile growing wider.

Know that your hers too.

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[axelsagewrites]

Sansa Stark*What's This

Pairing: Modern!Sansa x gn!reader

Kinktober Day fourteen: sex toys and teasing with Sansa Stark – after finding a sleek pink vibrator in her top drawer you decide to see what it can really do

Word count: 1190

Warnings: sex toys, sansa being insecure at first, using it on her (not sure what kink that’s called), making out, insinuated sex, teasing, smut 18+

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Her parents were out, scary movies were loaded on the laptop, and food was on the way. You couldn’t ask for a better date night with your girl. You were sat on the bed, Sansa curled into your side when your phone buzzed. “The drivers pulling up,” you told her, frowning when you saw your battery was at 4%, “Do you have a charger?”

“In my drawers,” Sansa said, jumping off the bed as she grabbed some cash off her bedside table, “Two minutes babe,” she said, leaning down to press a quick peck to your lips.

You laughed a little at her antics as she excitedly ran away for the food before turning your attention to her bedside drawer. When you opened it however you were met with only lacy and frilly underwear, something you were not going to complain about, but no charger. Figuring it must’ve been pushed underneath by accident you reached in, rifling around the door before your hand landed on something hard.

Your face turned in confusion as you fished it out, wondering what kind of charger was so smooth, however when you were met face to face with the bright pink vibe in your hand all you could do was let out a short laugh.

“Hey babe sorry I left my charger downstairs,” Sansa called as she headed into the room. Her eyes widened at the sight of you, “I can explain,” she stammered, quickly setting the pizza to the side and rushing to the bed.

When she reached for the vibe, you however snatched it back, “And what do we have here?” you teased, loving the way her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.

She sighed as she flung herself on the bed beside you, “Omg this is so embarrassing,”

Concern washed over you as you dropped the vibe, now turning to comfort your girlfriend whose face was buried in the pillow, “Hey what’s the matter baby?” you asked, stroking her back, “I was just teasing I’m sorry,”

Sansa sighed into the pillow before finally lifting her head up, “Please don’t think I’m some kind of sex weirdo,” she begged and you couldn’t help the small laugh you let out, “Hey!” she protested, shoving your shoulder, “Its embarrassing alright,”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed baby,” you cooed, moving to sit up and forcing her to curl into your side like before, “Everyone does it and besides,” you said, stroking her hair as she let out a sigh of relief, “it’s kinda hot,”

Sansa froze for a moment before looking up at you, “Yeah?” she asked, and you leaned down to press a short kiss to her strawberry lips.

“Very,” you assured her, stroking your fingers over her cheek bones, “Bet you look so fucking hot when you use it,”

“Yeah?” Sansa repeated again, confidence growing in her voice as she leaned up to meet your lips. Your hand moved to cup her jaw, your free hand to her waist as your lips danced.

Sansa moved to straddle your lap and although confused you were not complaining as her hands dove into your hair, tugging lightly at the scalp making you groan into the kiss, “Maybe we should test it out,” you murmured against her lips. Sansa paused for a moment, her eyes flickering to where the pink vibe lay discarded on the other side of the bed, “We don’t have to,” you assured her.

“I want to,” Sansa cut you off, reaching for the vibe and shoving it into your hands. You tossed it over your palm, getting a feel for the smooth silicone however you were brought back when you felt Sansa move back and when you looked up you saw her tossing her top across the room.

“Now this is a date night,” you teased, your own hands reaching for your own top which Sansa was more than happy to remove as she crashed her lips onto yours.

At first you had sunk into the kiss, enjoying the way she moaned lightly at the feeling of your tongue massaging her bottom lip. She shivered as your hands ran up her sides, squeezing her tits lightly over her thin pink bra. “So, fucking hot,” you mumbled against her lips.

Sansa giggled, her lips moving away to kiss wet kisses down your jaw and neck. All while your hand reached for the vibe, holding down the button till you felt it buzzing in your hand. Sansa stiffened slightly when she heard the noise but made no attempts to stop you.

You were thankful for the skirt she’d chose to wear, not just because it made her hips look so grabbable but also because you were able to slip the vibe between her thighs, pressing it lightly to her clothed clit. Sansa jerked slightly, her kisses faltering as you ran the vibe up and down her clothed pussy.

Low moans fell from her lips as you circled its tip around her bundle of nerves. Her hands, still in your hair, tightened their grip making you groan. With your spare hand you grabbed her jaw and brought her lips back down to yours to mask her soft moans.

Sansa’s hips bucked, desperate for more friction. You moved your hand from her jaw to her hip, grabbing it and encouraging her to grind against the vibe. Her whines and whimpers increased as you did your best to contain yourself and not flip her on her back to fuck her right now.

Instead, you did your best to go teasingly slow till you heard a light murmur from her lips, “Please,” she whined against your lips, “Feels so good,” she mumbled.

“Aww baby girl,” you cooed, stroking her hair with your freehand, “I’ve only just started,” you teased your finger clicking the button again.

Sansa jerked at the new speed, her moans louder than before. they only grew louder when you pushed her panties to the side, slipping the vibe under and against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Curses and begs fell from her lips as she tugged on your hair and begged you not to stop. She continued to grind down onto the vibe, her movements becoming sloppier and sloppier.

“Such a good girl,” you praised, kissing her lips and making her whine, “so good for me,”

“Think I’m gonna-“she gasped, and you could see how badly she was trying to keep it in.

“You gonna cum?” you asked, mocked concern etched on your face as she let out a breathy yes, “Then do it baby. Cum for me yeah?” your words were all it took to tip her over the edge.

Sansa let out a loud moan, her hands tightening in your hair so tightly you winced as she rode out her orgasm on the vibe. When you felt her slow down you pulled it away, switching it off as she collapsed into a heap in your arms. “You okay baby?” you asked, stroking her back as you kissed the top of her hair.

“Fuck yeah,” she panted out, sitting up as she started to catch her breath, “Now it’s your turn baby,”

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[fandomnerd9602]

Could you do a sansa stark x male reader please?

Sansa gently caresses Y/N’s face…

Sansa: must you go?

Y/N: Sansa I have to. The borders need protection. I cannot bear the thought of our home in danger.

Sansa grabs Y/N’s hand and moves it to her stomach…

Sansa: you come back…for us

Y/N: us? You’re-?!

Sansa smiles and nods, giggling as Y/N pulls her into a tight hug and kiss…

Sansa: come back. That’s an order from your queen

Y/N: yes my queen

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[n-evermores]

Could i request sansa x reader? It'd be cute when reader bakes a lemon cake for sansa haha, thank you

When Life Gives You Lemons

Pairing: Sansa x Reader (could be seen as platonic or romantic)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 800+

A/N: I loved this request! It's so cute. I wrote this pretty late at night, so I hope it makes sense. haha.

You usually avoided the kitchen. Not intentionally, but because you had no reason to be there. But today was different. Melancholic was the only word you could use to describe Sansa Stark's demeanor lately. She smiled, but you could see the sadness behind her eyes. The Red Wolf missed her siblings, and you could only imagine she felt more alone than usual. She received a letter from Arya, but she knew it had been written months before, making her realize just how far apart they really were. She spent many years away from her siblings, and now that she had them again, they all went their separate ways.

Not wanting her to feel alone, you spent hours trying to figure out a way to cheer her up. You considered setting out to find any sliver of plant life in the sea of snow to bring her. But honestly, you knew that would only end in disappointment. You even thought about having one of the bards write a song for her, but knowing Sansa she wouldn't enjoy something so ostentatious. Finally, after passing a servant wheeling a cart of lemons, you ended up in the kitchen of all places.

The servants giggled as you fought with the cake batter. At least they took pity on you and helped you with the lemons, but they showed little mercy as you whipped the gooey lemon batter inside the wooden bowl. Droplets flew out and splattered over your face. But even so, you managed to dissolve most of the clumps into a smooth, creamy substance. The smell of flour and lemon was potent, and even you couldn't wait to bite into it.

"She's coming!" A young servant girl shouted in a small, squeaky voice.

You felt your heart beat quicker in your chest. Sansa was supposed to be in an important meeting and said it was an arrangement that could "last for hours." But judging by the footsteps echoing down the corridor, you knew that meeting must have finished a lot faster than she anticipated. Why was she so early? You feared your entire surprise would be ruined. You could only imagine rebuilding Winterfell and restoring it to its former glory took much of Sansa's time. But not enough time to bake a cake apparently.

You shook away your thoughts and tried to focus on the task at hand. "I'm not finished!" You said as you quickly poured the batter into a pan. "Stall her!" You insisted as you shoved the pan into the oven. It's not as if the cake would be ready in the time it took for Sansa to make her complete trajectory into the kitchen, even with the servants attempting to distract her from your endeavors. You dusted your hands together, sending residue of flour into the air. You turned in a flurry, staring wide-eyed at the tall redhead. "Sansa. Hi." You said dumbly.

Sansa quirked a brow as the corner of her lips tugged into a smile, "What are you doing down here?" She asked calmly. Her hands were clasped together in front of her. Her tall regal stature was intimidating and made you feel almost like a timid child in her presence.

You swallowed, feeling embarrassed as giggles from the servants filled the room. "Nothing." you lied, and terribly so.

Sansa chuckled lightly, knowing it wasn't 'nothing,' and moved closer to you. Her eyes roved over your face, and you saw amusement glimmer in her pale gaze. "Looks like batter." She swiped her finger over your face and brought it to her lips. "It tastes like it too." Her eyes gentled as the taste and smell began to fill her senses. "Lemon. My favorite." She murmured.

"Yes, well. It was supposed to be a surprise." You admitted, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

Her eyes sparkled, "It still is." She said, "I can't believe you're baking a cake for me." She laughed. It was a light, airy laugh that warmed your heart and wrapped around you like a hug. Seeing Sansa happy was all you wanted.

"Well, I thought it would make you happy."

She nodded, "It does." she reached out to take your hands. "Thank you." She whispered. You could tell by the softness of her voice that Sansa knew precisely why you did it, "For cheering me up." She glanced at the servants, and as if they understood her silent command, they hurried out, leaving you alone with the Queen of the North. She pulled you close, hugging you against her furs.

"You're a good friend. I'm so lucky to have you." She murmured against your hair. You sighed as warmth and relief washed over you.

"I'm always going to be here for you." You said, and she squeezed you tighter. She may not have had her siblings in Winterfell, but at least she had you and lemon cake.

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[charliedawn]

"Marry me."

How I think marriage proposals would go for those characters.

Sandor Clegane:

"…Wanna get married ?" You asked as both you and Sandor were sleeping side by side in the forest. Sandor blinked—half asleep. He had back pain and a headache. He had hoped that the wine would help him to fall asleep quicker, as to not have to hear you say any other crazy thing or request for the day. But, of course. He was mistaken.

"Huh ?" When the information seemed to eventually settle in his brain, his whole face seemed a perfect depiction of confusion. He finally turned around and you could see in his eyes that he wasn’t exactly sober either. You decided this was the perfect moment to ask—since he would probably not even remember you asked the next morning. It gave you courage to ask again.

"Wanna get married ?" You repeated with a little more determination and this time, he answered.

"No."

"Ah."

"…"

"…"

"…You. Wanna get married ?" He asked this time—more because he was curious than awaiting an actual answer. But, you took your chance and answered truthfully.

"Sure."

He was momentarily surprised by your confidence before he huffed a laugh and wrapped an arm around you.

"…Fine. We’ll get married in the morning. Now, hush."

There was then a moment of silence before you both bursted out laughing. Just two drunks having the most normal conversation ever. You knew that by tomorrow, he would have surely forgotten all about tonight. But for now, you were satisfied with the knowledge that his subconscience hadn’t said no.

Oberyn Martell:

"Would you like to marry me ?" You asked Oberyn while he wad writing and whose lips curved slightly into a small smirk at the request. He was used to your rather straightforward nature. He liked it even. It made him laugh and enjoy your presence at parties. You were curious and completely unashamed or afraid of any consequences your requests or demands would bring. This is why he always caved. But, he could also be playful and this is why he answered with a small grin:

"No."

He was curious to see your reaction, but his smile slightly faltered when he saw the hurt in your eyes at his rejection. It was the first time he had seen you so upset and he immediately regretted his words.

"Oh. Okay then." You were embarrassed and turned around quickly to get back to your own private quarters. But he was by your side in an instant and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"I was only kidding. I would LOVE to marry you, sweet peach."

He then kissed the back of your neck lovingly. You let out a sigh of relief as you leaned back against him.

"…Really ?"

He chuckled.

"Yes. Really."

He then kissed your temple and you stayed in his arms for a while before he started nuzzling the back of your neck.

"But what brought the subject, sweet peach ?"

You sighed before closing your eyes.

"…You’re the only one who truly enjoys my presence. You laugh and smile at me, even when my words are nonsense. So I thought…why not ask ?"

Oberyn seemed taken aback for a moment before his smile widened and he pressed your back further against him to kiss your shoulder and whisper in your ear.

"Let me tell you a little secret. I would marry you for your nonsense, my dear. Because your nonsense makes more sense to me than this whole world does…"

Tyrion Lannister:

"Do you want to marry me ?" You asked Tyrion one night and the man was so stunned that he spilled his cup of wine.

"What ?"

Tyrion was the most decent between all the Lannisters. He had helped you more than once and there was no doubt in your proposal. You would never find better husband.

"You heard me."

He stayed silent again and made you nervous. Would he refuse ? Would he tell you that he has already found someone ? Would he tell you that he has no interest in you ? But, he didn’t. He simply sighed.

"…Why ?"

Why ? You could tell him a thousand reasons why. Because he was one of the few good men you knew. Because you had no intention of marrying any other. Because you knew he could be gentle. Because he was funny. Because he could be brave. Because he had the heart of a true lion…but no. You wouldn’t tell him like that. Because even if you did, he wouldn’t believe you.

"Because I want to." You settled for instead and his eyes widened slightly in surprise before he smiled a little and shook his head.

"Why would you want to marry an imp ?"

"It is not an imp that I am marrying, but a prince." You retorted. You both stared at each other and his gaze softened as he started actually considering it for a moment.

"You would be miserable." You frowned in incomprehension at his words.

"Why ?" He glanced away for a second.

"Because I am not a good man."

You huffed a bitter laugh at his words.

"Haven’t you heard ? There are no good man left, my prince."

Tyrion seemed taken aback, but he couldn’t deny the truth behind your words and drank a little of his wine.

"Tell me, Tyrion. If I was to become your wife/husband. Would you hit me ? Would you abuse me ? Would you lie to me ?"

He shook his head with a small smile. No. He wouldn’t. You smiled back and Tyrion finally nodded understandingly. It wasn’t about love. It wasn’t about finding a good man. It was always about finding the one who wouldn’t hurt you…And hence, he understood and maybe…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a wife/husband ?

Jaime Lannister:

"Jaime…" You sat down next to him at the feast prepared for the Lannisters and even though you could feel Cersei glaring daggers at you—you grabbed his hand. He didn’t react, but you could feel his fingers slightly curving to hold yours.

"Hello, buttercup." He finally greeted you in a whisper and you couldn’t help but smile weakly. You knew of his heart and his loyalty to his sister. It wasn’t really your business to interfere, but you didn’t like how Cersei was treating him. And, you also knew that his heart could maybe be won over.

So, you did the most nonsense ever and challenged him. You stood up and faced him—catching the attention of everyone in the room as you declared loudly.

"Jaime Lannister. I challenge you to an arm wrestling competition !"

That ought to have gained his attention as his eyes finally met yours and what he found in there made his eyes widen in surprise. You were determined and even though he was a knight—you didn’t seem scared of losing. He tried to laugh and wave it off as a mere joke—but you didn’t back down and even provoked him.

"Are you perhaps not a lion ? But a scared chicken ?"

That oughta do it. He was up before you could even pronounce another word and the fury in his eyes made you smile. He had taken the bait.

"If I win, you must agree to one single demand of my choice without knowing what it is !"

"And if I win ?" He quickly shot back and you bit back a laugh.

"Then I will give you whatever you want."

In a matter of minutes, everything was settled and you were both in position. Everyone assumed you were mad or had consumed too much wine to challenge Jaime Lannister—but it couldn’t be further from the truth. You had planned it carefully. You had trained and trained your body and your mind. You had worn big sleeves to hide the muscles hidden underneath. This could be the most important challenge of your life and you wanted to win. More than anything.

The moment Jaime gripped your hand, his eyes stared straight at you as he realised what you had done. This was not the strength of the Y/N he was accustomed to…but it was too late to stop and in a matter of seconds—Jaime Lannister was on the floor.

Everyone was stunned.

But, you only gracefully stood up from your seat and looked down at him before smirking.

"…I will be waiting for that marriage proposal." And with that, you were out of the room—leaving a very confused Jaime and a very angry Cersei behind. But, you knew that a lion never backed down from his word. And Jaime would be yours.

Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger) :

"Marry me." Littlefinger didn’t even seem surprised by you sudden demand. Everyone knew that your father wished to marry you off to Ramsay Bolton. And even though Littlefinger wasn’t sure why you would come to him with such a request, he didn’t show it.

He didn’t even look up as he simply asked.

"Why ?"

You huffed a bitter laugh. The man would sell mother and father for a throne. And he dared to ask why ?

"Does it matter ?"

He licked his thumb to turn the page of the book he was reading nonchalantly, even though you knew that he was secretly weighing the pros and cons of such an alliance.

"Depends. What will it bring me ?"

You looked away.

"Don’t pretend not to realise how advantageous it would be for you to be a part of the Lannister family. You’d have an easy access to the iron throne."

He hummed and pretended to think about it. It was true marrying you would be a fast way to get access to all the nice advantages of being a part of the so-called prestigious Lannister family. But, it had its own set of disadvantages to consider. He would become more than just a little man in the shadows that no one would deem worthy of being a threat, he would become a lion. A black lion.

"…Tell me why you would lower yourself to such an alliance with me. Surely, there would be one handsome young man who would say yes to such a proposal without even blinking. Why go to me, princess/prince ?"

You hesitated before sighing in defeat.

"…Because if I am to marry a snake, better be one I know than one chosen by Tywin Lannister."

At that, Petyr finally dignified you with a glance. You held his gaze and after a few seconds, he smiled.

"Very well, my beauty. Lead the snake to the lion’s den then."

Sansa Stark:

You and Sansa had been longtime allies and friends. You were maybe the only friend she had ever had after the almost complete destruction of House Stark. You had developed feeling for her over time and knew that asking her for her hand wouldn’t be easy—but you were willing to try.

"Please, Sansa of House Stark." You knelt on one knee before her with a rose in your hand and the other hand on your heart. "Would you marry me ?"

Sansa was surprised by the proposal. She had married twice and both marriages weren’t a success. She had lived through nightmares and pain out of such a dream as marriage. She used to want to get married with someone she loved so badly, but not anymore.

"My heart is not so easily won by a rose and pretty words anymore." She replied instead—thinking that she would succeed in breaking your resolve. But, she was mistaken.

"I know. I know that I may never be worthy of even your eyes on me. But…I am a fool, and my heart beats for you. And if you want it ? Then it’s yours. And even if you don’t want it. Let me fight for you. And prove my loyalty to the most beautiful and strong lady the North has ever seen." You pleaded and Sansa was rendered speechless.

She looked into your eyes and saw only love and adoration. She then glanced down at the rose you offered her and after a moment of hesitation, she finally took it.

"…You may try to win my heart, Y/N. But, I cannot promise you success."

You smiled and shook your head.

"Just having you acknowledge my feelings is enough for hope to enter my heart."

Sansa smiled back.

Maybe…romance wasn’t utterly dead.

Jon Snow: (Before the tragedy 😭)

"Marry me." It was said with such confidence that Jon himself was stunned as he looked up at you with widened eyes.

"What ?"

"You heard me."

There was a moment of silence before Jon smiled and he suddenly pulled you into his arms. There was no yes or no. Just a moment of pure euphoria as he couldn’t stop laughing as he buried his face in your chest. He was so happy, he forgot to form words.

When he was finally calm once more, he kissed you passionately.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, I will."

You both started laughing together and Jon even fell back on the snow as you held him tightly.

Daenerys:

"Marry me." You demanded and Daenerys looked back at you. She didn’t seem surprised or even mildly confused by the demand. She knew of your feelings for her—and she was more than happy to reciprocate.

But, marriage ?

Marriage meant boundaries. Marriage meant attachment. Marriage meant she would have to think about you and a possible future where she wasn’t all powerful.

She sighed before stroking your cheek and offering you an apologetic smile.

"My dear Y/N…If only I could, do not believe for a second that I would say no. But, as the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms…I cannot."

You closed your eyes and a few tears rolled down your cheeks. You had expected such an answer of course, but still…your heart ached.

"I…understand." You forced yourself to say and Daenerys nodded. She was a queen. A khaleesi. And you were just…human.

Ser Jorah:

"Please. Marry me." Ser Jorah was stunned at the unexpected request and turned towards you with widened eyes. He was about to answer when you quickly added.

"Love me. Hate me. I want you and you want her. But, I am not asking for your love. But for your protection, kind ser Jorah." He closes his mouth and seemed to think about it for a moment. He knew that you were a young lady/man who had left her/his family to join Daenerys. He had no idea you held such feelings for him…

"You can have my protection, but why go to such lengths to have it ?" He finally asked and you sighed before taking his hand in yours.

"Because it is not only physical protection I seek." You then laid his hand flat upon your heart and Ser Jorah seemed taken aback once more. He looked at you and you didn’t shy away from his gaze.

You knew Ser Jorah was honourable and even if he would never return your feelings, he would make a far greater husband than anyone you ever knew. He would respect you and your heart. And that was more than you could ever wish for…

Ser Jorah accepted.

After all, it was only his name that you were going to bear and his sword that would protect you. You would call him husband, but only in name.

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[ohhaveyouseenme]

jonsa pirates au

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