#jonsan

[damn-daemon]

Um re: the question of incest you I'm not surprised at enjoying this considering your love for Jaimie Lannister who is incestous with that woman who is his twin sister 🤔 now you are cultivating a new obsession with Daemon who is also incestous with his nephew so 🤨 your tastes in men are weird. Everyone who wrote game of thrones fiction is weird and don't get me started on Jonsan and Joneyz shippers 🤬 you need to be shamed 🤺

My taste in men is fabulous, thank you.

The only thing that needs to be shamed is your excessive use of emojis.

[kumafoxyi12]

My first art trade ever 😾 So I'm so think of art trade with my friends @_ginger_curio_1140 I'm little bit know of about a art trade Btw the hair looks like a dora😭🗿 〔Here the tag☟〕 ♡ ♥︎ ♡ ♥︎ ♡ ♥︎ #arttrade #tradefriends#kumafoxyi #furry#artist #furryfandom#jayker#jonsan#uwu https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb40GriJChB/?utm_medium=tumblr

[fyeahjonandsansa]

Can we all share our 10-15 favorite Jonsa fanfics for our fellow fandom members to have something awesome to read during this quarantine? ...I’m putting mine together tonight/tomorrow.

[sophmounty]

Breaking out my *MAD* Editing Skills (can be taken either way 😉) to wish my Jonsa fam a Happy Easter 💋

[buttercup--bee]

Watch this- I’ve seen it about eight times now and I still get chills. (I am aware some of the speech used in this is not directed at her but it fits all the same, more so for Sansa at this point than the other ‘Queen’ it had been brought up with).

It fits so well with the future I know Sansa is destined for. Queenship. 

[ben-barnes-is-my-husband]

As Long as We Have Each Other

Part II of the Jonsa Bonnie and Clyde drabble I posted that you can find here

This is EXPLICIT. Also, mentions of violence and death. 

They’d barely made it in the room Jon had gotten them for the night before he had Sansa up against the door with her skirt pushed up and her panties and panyhose torn. He made quick work of his dress pants and boxers and then took her in one swift stroke. He pumped inside her fast and hard, his hot breath on her face, her legs up around his waist.

She was screaming for him in no time flat.

“That’s it, doll, squeeze me,” he panted, sweat on his brow. “Scream, baby, scream!”

She couldn’t stop. It was almost reminiscent of the screams from hours earlier…

Jon roared through his release and held himself inside her. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “You’ve got the tightest cunt I’ve ever been in.”

He kissed her and Sansa bit him. He cursed and set her back roughly on her feet. Her skirt whooshed back down around her. “What was that for?” he demanded, wiping away the blood on his lip.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t talk about other women you’ve been in while you’re still inside me.”

“Aw, come on, dollface,” he said with a grin. “There’s no reason to be jealous.”

She kicked off her shoes and picked up the tattered remains of her panties and hose. “I’m taking a shower.”

“I don’t suppose you want company?” he asked and reached out in an attempt to grab her arm.

“I don’t. But I would like some food. Why don’t you go down to that diner we passed and get me something?”

He sighed. “All right, babe. I’ll be back.”

Sansa blew him a kiss and sauntered off to the bathroom.

Stepping inside, she used the light from the bedroom to help her locate the light on the wall. She turned the switch for it on, and looked around the small space. Not exactly a four star hotel, but then they couldn’t afford to draw attention to themselves. With all the money they stole today at that pharmacy, no doubt the coppers would be looking for a man and his dame in some lush setup.

Jon had even taken the time to park his car in the back so it couldn’t be seen from the road. He’d also made sure they’d traveled a rather long distance before stopping for the night. He had been brimming with excitement the second they left that pharmacy. He’d been hard, too, and Sansa had stroked his dick in the car until he’d erupted all over the back of her hand.. She’d cleaned herself up like the lady she was with the tissues they’d filched from the pharmacy.

This time there had only been one casualty. The pharmacist who’d thought he was quick on the draw. He’d pulled a gun from behind the counter, but before he could even point it at either of them, Jon got him right between the eyes.

The blood that splattered was something Sansa could still see when she closed her eyes.

In the moment, she was there with Jon, doing all the things she’d been taught not to do, and it was only when she was alone did she find herself almost...regretting it.

She never let herself go too far down that sinkhole though. It was a long way down and it was too late. She and Jon had been on the run since he’d shot that Joe for pawing at her back in Louisiana.

He’d asked her to go with him and since he was the only man she’d ever loved with any kind of passion, she’d gone. She’d slipped her hand in his and accepted that this was her life now: a life of crime. A life on the edge. A life of thrilling highs and terrifying lows. The lows was mostly fear of being caught out.

Jon though, he worried, but not like her. He made it seem like anything was possible as long as they had each other. He spun tales of how he wanted to keep going right on over to California and find a sweet place for them to settle in and raise a family.

“If we play it smart,” he told her again and again, “we won’t get caught. D’ya trust me?”

She did. God help her, she did.

After she showered and changed into the nightie she’d stolen from a boutique in Dallas, Sansa stretched out on the scratchy duvet on the bed and waited for Jon.

He came in with a bag in his hand. He grinned at her. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“You haven’t been gone that long,” she teased him.

“Doesn’t matter. I always miss you the minute I’m parted from you.”

Sansa rolled her eyes and sat up against the headboard even as her heart fluttered. The bed groaned as Jon sat down beside her and uncovered a couple cartons of food. Hamburgers and fries.

“I had to put the milkshakes down to get the door open.” he said. “Hold on.”

She smiled happily. This was a feast. And just what she needed.

When he returned they dug in with gusto until they’d polished it all off. After, Jon gave her a sweet and salty kiss on the lips and then headed into the bathroom to shower himself while Sansa cleaned up.

She’d just about fallen asleep when Jon returned, wearing only a pair of boxers. He cut the light in the room and then crawled into bed, sidling up behind her and drawing her back against him.

She sighed contentedly as she settled into his arms and let the worry drift away. As long as they had each other…

But Jon wasn’t done with her.

He lifted her nightie over her hip and slid his hand down to her cunt. She moaned as he played with her, rubbing her most sensitive parts and making her squirm and seek more.

When she was close, he lifted her leg over his hip and slid himself inside of her. She felt the fabric of his boxers against her ass and knew he’d popped his dick out through the slit in his boxers. “Jon.” she moaned and reached back to thread her fingers in his hair.

“How does that feel, my sweet Sansa?” he asked huskily in her ear as he cupped a breast in his hand.

“You feel so good, baby,” she said breathlessly.

“So do you, babydoll. So fucking wet for me…”

“Always,” she said.

“Just like I’m always hard for you, eh?”

She nodded.

“This sweet little puss is mine, isn’t it?”

She nodded and slipped her hand down to rub herself. Jon pumped faster and faster, the sound of their skin slapping filling the air, along with the obscene sound of his dick plunging into her wetness.

“Let go, baby,” he muttered. “Come on, baby…”

With a cry, Sansa did just as he asked and let go. After three hard thrusts, Jon grunted and spilled himself inside her. He nibbled at her ear . “I love you, baby. I love you so much.”

“Mmm….I love you, too,’ she murmured.

He slipped out of her and began telling her of the life they would have in California. The house. The car. The tree-lined street. All of this as his seed slipped out of her and she started to fade into a dreamless sleep.

[sistark]

[evehhr]

I just want to say this

J@nerys can’t be endgame when George RR Martin was considering having a Jon/Arya love story, like if Jon and Danielle were going to have this epic love story and be the Ice and Fire ( someone with half a brain knows Jon is already Ice and fire all by himself, but we’ll leave that shit for another post) why was he planning on the Jon/Arya epic love story then??¿?¿ It just doesn’t make sense to me, I think he clearly switched the Jon/Arya to Jon/Sansa, and I’m sticking to that endgame

[thesewords-mydiary]

“I Swear It” - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, their background stories or the world in which they live. That belongs to George RR Martin, HBO and all other affiliates. I do not claim any of those as my own creations. This is simply a work of imagination. Furthermore, all characters in the story are consenting adults (at least 18 years of age).

Rating: Mature Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark Fandom: Game of Thrones, ASOIAF Relationship: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark

Summary: A collection of drabbles and oneshots - missing scenes - with Jon and Sansa. They will range from 6x04 to the present season, and may be out of order from time to time as I will write one when a prompt is submitted for it or when an idea strikes. Hope you don't mind that! xxoo

*Below is a "missing scene" between Jon x Sansa set in episode 6x04.

Mentions of Ramsay being "a monster” and the fact that Sansa has “injuries.” No graphic details. Just that.*

Also posted at AO3.

Chapter 1 - 6x04 “Missing Scene” #1

He shows her to the Lord Commander’s chambers quickly following their reunion in the courtyard, his brow furrowing in concern as he feels her lean heavily against him, her limbs trembling as they move slowly up the stairs and toward the door. He has no idea what has caused her to flee for The Wall, but he’s positive that it is something that will not be pleasing to learn of.

Her lady knight - Brienne of Tarth, as she’d been introduced to him - follows them quickly to the chambers, concern painting her face as well, and Jon knows that something is not right.

“Lady Sansa,” the knight says, stepping forward, quite obviously ready to shove Jon from the room if she is commanded to do so. “We must get you warm… and dry. Your,” she pauses, her eyes moving to Jon and back again. “Your injuries need to be properly assessed now that we’ve arrived safely.”

Jon’s eyes widen, his gaze quickly roams over Sansa’s face, taking in her immediate blush and the way that she makes a point of looking everywhere but into his eyes.

“I’ll be fine, Brienne,” Sansa replies, a tone of finality taking over. She pushes herself out of Jon’s protective hold and she smiles reassuringly at them both. It’s as though a mask has been slipped over her face. “I only need to spend some time in front of a fire.” She glances down at herself, a look of disgust crossing her features before she covers it up once again. “And perhaps a bath. Go have a rest, Brienne. I’ll be safe here.”

Brienne looks nearly ready to argue, a war waging behind her eyes and that makes Jon tempted to ask her to stay. Duty wins her inner battle, however, and the knight nods before disappearing through the door once again.

Jon brings his hesitant gaze back to Sansa as soon as they’re alone again, and swallows hard against the lump of dread forming in his throat. “Injuries,” he inquires quietly.

Sitting herself slowly into a chair in front of the fire in his chambers, Sansa tries in vain to reassure him with a grin. “She’s unnecessarily worried, Jon. My ankle is a bit swollen from my… escape.” She lifts the bottom of her skirts slightly, showing him her ankle which is more than a bit swollen, and quite bruised as well. Jon’s brow furrows, and he crouches down beside her to look at it. “Theon and I jumped from the battlements at Winterfell, you see, and I twisted it when I landed. I’ll be fine.”

“This is not fine, Sansa,” he says, gently guiding her ankle to bend and move in his hands. He shoots her an apologetic glance when he hears her sharp intake of breath, but continues to try to work out the stiffness he feels in the joint there. “There is no maester here any longer. Sam Tarly -- my br-friend -- has traveled to the Citadel for study to become the next. It looks very badly sprained.” He pauses, his eyes traveling up to her face again. “You jumped from the battlements? You are lucky to have survived a fall that high.”

Sansa nods, looking away from him and into the fire. “I had to, Jon,” she bites back, her tone turning cold and forceful. “Ramsay… he’s a monster.”

“Ramsay...Snow?” Jon’s confusion is evident.

“Bolton,” she corrects with disgust. “His father legitimized him.” Sansa pauses, a thoughtful expression taking over her face. As though she is trying to read Jon, make sure of his loyalty. He must pass the test after a moment because she eventually decides to elaborate. “Littlefinger, after he helped me escape Kings Landing and then took me to my Aunt in the Vale… he brought me to them - the Boltons. He made some sort of deal with them - sold me to them, forced me into a marriage with Ramsay… for an heir and an alliance between our families. For power.” She swallows hard, shakes her head as if to rid herself of awful memories. “Ramsay is a monster, Jon.”

Jon licks his lips, his hands on her ankle stilling for a moment. He consciously tries to keep his eyes upon her face, not wanting to upset her further by allowing them to roam. Though he wants so terribly to search her for more injuries. He now knows that there are more - has a feeling there are many more.

He has no idea what to say to make this better. No idea what he is supposed to do next in a scenario such as this. Jon’s mind quickly goes back to Sam, and to Gilly. To the way she’d suffered at her own father’s hands; to the way Sam adamantly took care of her, knew exactly what to do to help her. Oh, how he wishes Sam were here now. He would know exactly what Jon should do to make this better for Sansa. Because as far as Jon can see, all that seems right is to march south and kill both Ramsay Bolton and Baelish with his own two hands.

“So there is more than the ankle, then. He hurt you,” is the first thing to come flying from his mouth and his face conveys how stupid he feels in asking.

Sansa’s lips tick up at the corners, a sad smile of sorts showing itself. “Yes,” she whispers, eyes shimmering with tears. “I cannot go back to him, Jon.”

“You won’t,” he says fiercely, his hand reaching for her own, taking hold of it. He means it. He has spent so many years praying to gods he has no faith in for the safety of the family he’d left behind. He lived and died believing them all either dead or close to death. Raised from the dead not a full two days before Sansa comes to him in this way, Jon cannot help the thought that perhaps she is the reason for it. She is why the god of light that the Red Woman is always going on about saw fit to return him to the state of living. She is quite literally the answer to his prayers. He resolves himself then, to learn from Sam in this instance. He will see to it that Sansa is safe and taken care of. He will adamantly stand beside her no matter the cost. “I’ll protect you, Sansa. I swear it.”

[jonsa-week]

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[zarahjoyce]

GoT Fic: Through the Ages (JonSa)

Summary: 

Sansa doesn't even understand it - except she finds herself going to the Quidditch pitch despite her better judgment.

For Arya, she thinks, clasping her hands together and looking outwards, trying to find--

Arya. Arya. Not Jon, Arya.

Notes: Hogwarts!AU that nobody asked for.  Part 2 of Ravendor, Gryffinclaw Series.

ao3 link!

[amymel86]

Anyone else a sucker for fics where Jon and Sansa enter a political marriage but an heir must be made, so they both try to act like it’s no big deal and they’re just going through the motions and doing their duty - when really they’re falling in love and are ridiculously turned on? Just me? Damn, I love those fics!

[myrish-lace-love]

You'll Marry for Love

Children - Day 3 of @jonsadrabbles

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"What do you have there, little one?" Sansa had finally found her daughter in the godswood after a long search. "We were worried about you, running off like that."

Lyanna stared at her feet, with her hands clasped behind her back. "I'm not a baby," Lyanna said, with a trace of Jon's stubbornness. "I'm eleven, almost a woman grown."

Please, not for a while yet, Sansa thought. She knelt down. "Let me see now."

Lyanna kept her hands where they were. "You won't like it mama. B-Brandon gave it to me."

Brandon Reed, from the Neck. Sansa smiled. The boy had trailed after Lyanna last week when the Reeds had paid the Starks a visit.

"It's not like the pretty necklaces papa gives you for your name day," Lyanna mumbled.

"Come with me," Sansa said, "and I'll show you the first gift your father gave me."

"Was it a silk dress? Except..." Lyanna wrinkled her nose. "It couldn't be that. Papa's always tearing them, isn't he? He must not like them very much."

"He's...clumsy, sometimes." Sansa would have to talk with the seamstress, to make sure she held her tongue. Or better yet, she'd sew those torn dresses in her own chambers. She blushed. Jon always apologized afterwards, but she assured him that he made her feel loved and desired when he got carried away.

"Mama?" Lyanna tilted her head.

"Let's go, sweetling," Sansa said. She and Lyanna's walked through the drifting snow of the godswood back to the castle. After they each snuck a hot roll from Cook's platter in the kitchens, Sansa led Lyanna to her chambers.

She opened her desk drawer, and pulled out the rock Jon had plucked from the beaches of Dragonstone, where he'd been imprisoned so many years ago. She turned to face her daughter. "Are you ready to see papa's first gift?"

Lyanna nodded. Sansa opened her hand, palm up, so the morning light brought out the stone's sparkle. Lyanna's eyes went wide.

"This means more to me than any of the jewels your papa gave me over the years. It was the first present he brought me, from a place very far away."

Lyanna slowly opened her hand too, palm up. A smooth piece of wood, carved into the shape of a wolf. Sansa smiled.

Lyanna bit her lip. "I like Brandon, mama, he's sweet...but I know I can't marry him."

"Who told you that?"

"He's...he's not from a great house, and I'm supposed to do my duty." Lyanna kicked at the floor.

Sansa had married Jon for duty, at first, but love had followed soon after. She and Jon had resolved that their children would marry for love, if they chose.

She stroked Lyanna's hair. "You needn't worry about marriage now, sweet girl. But if you care for Brandon, and he cares for you, we'll help both of you.

Lyanna threw her arms around Sansa's neck. "Thank you mama," she whispered.

[sophmounty]

Innocent Jonsa (Sansa loves Jon growing pains) video. The song almost sounds like a Disney version of their love 🙃