#modern jonsa

[tell-me-this-isnt-jonsa]

Sansa on Quora be like:

[absolutedoorknob]

Jon writing angsty poetry on his tumblr blog about how the cute redhead who is his bestie’s younger sister won’t ever notice him bc he’s 15.

Sansa likes and reblogs, because she finds it sweet and romantic. And she has no idea it’s Jon Snow, Robb’s best friend, who is the one writing it.

[queenofdarkwhispers]

🌹🕊️~forevermore~🕊️🌹

[sailorshadzter]

just some modern jonsa :))))

He finds it endearing, the way she leaves little traces of herself across his apartment

Like a spare hair tie he finds on his bathroom sink or a glass of water on his bedside table, a red lipstick stain on its rim. There's a sweatshirt of hers mixed in with his latest load of laundry and her favorite coffee creamer in his fridge. Her scent perfumes his sheets and his clothes, sweet and floral when he breathes in, even on the nights she sleeps away from him.

And those nights aren't that often, not anymore that is.

Across the room she sits from him now, tucked into the corner of the couch, a blanket spread over her lap, Ghost’s head on her feet. He can’t help but to smile at the sight- his two favorite beings in this world go together like they were always meant to be. Sometimes he thinks the two of them like the other far more than they like him. Somehow, that’s totally okay with him. 

“You’re staring.” Her voice breaks in and he blinks back to reality, blue eyes meeting gray. 

“I was only wondering what you might want to do tonight,” he says as he sneaks around the counter he stands behind, sliding into place on the couch, Ghost sandwiched between them. “It is Saturday.” He reminds her and she laughs, soft and slow, putting a hand to the wolf dog’s head. 

They had met several months ago, out at a club- he’d been dragged there by his friend, Sam, who was trying to hook up with the woman bartending the event. She, on the other hand, was best friends with the girl hosting the event. Two drinks in and he’d seen her at the bar, with her waist long red hair and mini black dress. Those two drinks had given him the courage to walk up and stand beside her, ordering himself a third, before offering a hello and can I buy you a drink? He could never forget that night, his first time seeing her, like an angel come down from heaven… Far too beautiful to be real, to be of this mortal world. But she’d laughed and said yes, telling the bartender she wanted just what he had ordered for himself. Turned out they shared a favorite drink- and a whole lot of other favorites, too. 

What’s your name, he had asked as she took him by the hand to the dance floor, sashaying the way only a woman could. Sansa, she had whispered in his ear as they danced on the crowded floor, one arm outstretched over his shoulder, her hips unbearably close as the music bumped in time with her every movement. 

She didn’t go home with him that night, but with him he’d taken her number and remnants of her red lipstick on his face. The very next morning, hungover as he was, he’d reached for his phone, wondering if it was tacky to text her so soon. 

Tacky or not, he had texted her, and now seven months later, she was as good as living with him. 

“I thought we might order in,” she says, looking not at him but down at the dog she’s petting, grinning in a way she only does with Ghost. “Chinese take out and cheap wine kind of night, you know?” She’s still smiling when she looks up at him, the sleeve of her oversized top slipping over her shoulder. A chuckle escapes him and he’s nodding, reaching for the pamphlets that litter his coffee table, options for the two of them to choose from. 

When dinner is ordered, from their favorite little spot on the corner from his apartment, he’s rising up to tug on his jacket, waving away her protests. “Stay, I’ll go and get it,” he insists, grinning as she sinks back down to the couch, Ghost now wagging his tail at his feet, thinking he might get the chance to go for a walk. Sure enough, Jon reaches for his leash, securing it into place before he grabs his wallet and keys. “Rose, right?” He asks over his shoulder as he turns to go, watching a smile spread over her face as she nods. Of course he knew. 

Just as he reaches for the door knob, he pauses, turning back to fully face her there on the couch, red hair falling in the softest of waves. “I love you,” he says simply, the truth, the words he’s held onto all these months they’ve spent together. All the days and the nights, the minutes and the hours, he’s fallen head over heels in love with her. Loved her in a way he never thought possible. The smile that graces her face is one unlike any he’s seen before, but she tilts her head, red hair cascading over her shoulder, blue eyes damp but bright. 

“I love you, too,” she says, her heart skipping a beat in her chest.

He’s gone then, ducking out the door to get their dinner and cheap wine, just so he might come home and spend the night with the girl he loved. 

It would be perfect.

[greenhikingboots]

Writing this thing I’m NOT going to go publish any time soon because I refuse to have a third WIP on AO3. But I’m leaning into writing it anyway, just for funsies, because at least I’m finally writing again, you know? And maybe it’ll help me get back to those other two WIPs soon. And in the meantime! I’m having so much fun imagining Sansa as the girl who was smart enough to skip two grades when she was younger and is still dealing with the social ramifications of that years later. And Jon as the boy who turned into an absolute imbecile after inheriting tons of money and still needs to learn to care les what other people think of him. What fun, ya’ll!

[ginger-danica-snapps]

[joanna-lannister]

game of thrones au: Jon and Sansa Instagram AU

Jon and Sansa are getting engaged.

[template]

[crimsoncold]

Jonsa Modern Hockey AU by @crimsoncold

[patritxi]

JONSA MOVIE AU

Jon Snow and Sansa Stark as L.B. Jefferies and Lisa Fremont from Alfred Hitchcock's Rear Window

- She's too perfect, she's too talented, she's too beautiful, she's too sophisticated, she's too everything but what I want. - Is, um, what you want something you can discuss?

[eruherdiriel]

“Are we really never gonna talk about it?” Arya snaps. “We’re all gonna pretend everything is normal and happy when Sansa just got divorced?” “Statistically, it is normal,” Bran says. “The divorce rate is something like—” “It’s not normal! Not for this family, and not for Sansa. True love, forever and always, that’s Sansa.”

Sansa and Jon get divorced, but fully untangling their lives is impossible.

Read You tend the ash, and I’ll tend the pine on AO3.

[queenofdarkwhispers]

💕👰🏽‍♀️~A Time for dreams~👰🏽‍♀️💕

[sailorshadzter]

hello, do you do smut prompts?

I really need more Jonsa overstimulation, dark possessive Jon, I swear I’ve read the same five over and over again because I’m that starved. I need more, if you’re comfortable of course!

could be modern AU, jealous Jon has to remind his have sister who’s giving him pleasure even though in his head he knows the fake dating is necessary so people don’t question too much how close they are?

hi anon!

i do! thanks for the request! ngl, i could write more for this setting if you / anyone else wanted to see it lol.

please note this is indeed NOT SAFE FOR WORK.

hope you enjoy!

In the darkness of the room, she feels the grasp of his hands. 

As she rolls onto her back, he’s already hovering over her, gray eyes burning into her blue ones. “Were you dreaming of me?” He mutters, leaning down so he can trail kisses down the length of her jaw, not stopping at her lips, but continuing down until he reaches the beat of her pulse. His teeth sink down into the soft, ivory flesh of her throat, uncaring of the bruises he will leave behind- in truth, he loves when he catches sight of them in the day, though she tries to hide them behind layers of makeup and clothes. 

“No,” she gasps as his other hand takes hold of her breast, squeezing as hard as he dares. “I was dreaming of Loras,” she means the man she’s told their family she’s been seeing, the man who tells his family she’s the one. They have an arrangement, her and Loras, which protects everything she’s built with the man whose hand is now taunting her as his fingertips trace little shapes against her inner thigh. He laughs, deep and guttural, his mouth moving back upwards, capturing hers in a kiss before she can say another word. 

“You couldn’t have been,” he whispers when he draws away, still so close he can feel the warmth of her breath when she exhales. His fingers are dangerously close to her most sensitive of places and she’s squirming beneath him, blue eyes closing as she fists the sheets beneath her. “You were enjoying it far too much to have been thinking of him.” His first finger slips inside and she’s gasping, eyes flying open as he once again laughs at her expense, as always enjoying this power he holds over her. “So tell me… Were you thinking of me?”

She’s writhing beneath his touch, his name leaving her lips in a barely contained shout. “Yes,” she moans as a second finger makes its way inside, her reward for her honesty. “Don’t stop,” she’s breathing, arching her back against his every movement, the feeling unlike anything else has ever felt. It was wrong, what they were doing, but that guilty feeling had long since fled- instead, they hid behind fake relationships with outsiders, perfectly playing their roles in the family so no one suspected a thing. 

Even now, beneath their parents’ roof, they shared this moment as if they were in a place of their own. It was more enjoyable than usual, in circumstances like this one, where anyone could hear them, anyone could walk in on them. The suspense gave an intense feeling to what was already overwhelming. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he hisses, drawing his hand away only so he can position himself between her legs, his cock throbbing with his desire. When he pushes into her, she must bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out loud, her nails clawing their way down his back. He throws his head back as he moves, each move delicious and better than the next; he doesn’t know how much every time they come together like this, it’s better than the last time. 

He goes until he can go no more and he pulls free from her just before he’s finished, spilling his seed instead across her thighs. “Don’t tell me you’re done,” she purrs as he falls onto the bed at her side, smirking as her hand brushes across him, bringing his cock back to life with ease. She’s sitting up now, red hair a waterfall over her shoulder as she leans over, mouth to the tip, teasing him with her tongue. His hand creeps up to the back of her head and she’s on the move now, taking the length of him in and back out, giggling to herself when she hears him moan her name. She pushes his hand away then, giving her the ability to sit back up, crawling over him, her hips straddling his. “We should sleep soon,” she says as she sinks onto him, relishing in the waves of pleasure rushing through her. It isn’t often that she takes control like this, but from the look on his face, he’s enjoying it. He chuckles, hands to her hips, keeping her steady there as she begins to rock, knowing as well as she did that there would be little to no sleeping happening for either one of them. 

[ x x x ]

The next day, he watches as she sits beside Loras, leaning on his arm like any girlfriend would do. She laughs at what he says, patting his thigh when she thinks nobody is watching, playing her part perfectly. 

She does everything perfectly. 

He thinks of the night before, of her above him, her head tilted back to expose the hollow of her throat, bite marks marring her ivory flesh. Looking over at her now, he can see one she’s missed covering with her makeup, peeking out from beneath her dress, nearer to her shoulder, one which he’d left when she was on top of him. Now that he thinks about it, he has one that matches. 

A sigh escapes him as he drowns his cup of ale, a wave of jealousy rushing through him. He knows the relationship she has with Loras wasn’t real- Loras didn’t even like women- but he hates the sight of her on another man’s arm just the same. Jon cannot imagine what would happen if they were discovered by their family, sharing a dad and all made things complicated, so this relationship she has with Loras protects them. He goes out every now and again, too, just for good measure, but each and every night he returns home to her or at least the thought of her. 

He watches as she excuses herself from Loras, rising up to cross the room, casting him just one single glance as she passes, like anyone might do, but that look says everything she needs it to say. She takes to the stairs, pausing at the bottom to glance around- her mother was in the kitchen, finishing dinner, while the younger kids were out back with their father, their laughter filtering in through the open windows. Then she’s gone, making her way up the stairs, the sound of her footsteps telling him she’s gone into the bathroom. Across the room, Loras looks his way, offering him a sheepish smile. “I guess I’ll go see what Ned and the kids are doing,” he says, slipping away to pass through the kitchen, to head out into the yard and certainly join the game they’re playing.

Left standing there alone in the living room, Jon glances into the kitchen, but Catelyn is busy with the stove, certainly not noticing him still there. So, he sets aside his empty cup and heads to the stairs, taking them quickly, before he’s noticed. This is a dangerous game they play, but Jon can’t stop himself now that he stands at the closed bathroom door. 

Pushing it open, he finds her standing at the center, grinning when she sees him. He closes the door behind him and twists the lock, reaching for her at once. Drawing her in, he kisses her, their tongues meeting in the familiar dance. He’s got her up against the sink now, hands wandering the length of her body, stopping only at her hips. “I like this,” he says, tugging on the fabric of her white sundress, eliciting a giggle from her rosy lips. She’s kissing him now, hands threading through his unruly dark locks as he lifts her up onto the sinks edge. When he pushes back the hem of her dress, his cock throbs as he finds she’s not wearing any underwear. “Gods, Sansa,” he groans, sinking down so he can press a kiss to the milky white skin of her inner thigh. His lips move closer and closer until his tongue is darting into her folds, taunting her, the sound she makes enough to make him bust right there. There isn’t time for this sort of play though, they both know it, and so he’s rising back up a few moments later, her hands reaching for the waistband of his jeans without a word. 

When he’s inside of her, she’s wrapping her slim legs around his hips, anchoring him to her. He wishes he never had to stop, for somehow this was the best of the times they’ve shared, quick as it was. He wants to throw her down onto the bathroom floor, to take her there. He wants to push her into the shower and have her there beneath the spray. Truth was, he wants to have her everywhere and anywhere. He wants to have her openly, privately, in any way he could. He wants to never again see her on the arm of a man that wasn’t him, he wants her for himself and no one else. The thought of that sends him over the edge and when he cums, he’s still deep inside of her. She’s groaning with it, panting with lust, for this was new for them- he was always careful of this moment. “Do that again,” she murmurs into his ear as he pulls free, but she’s leaning into him, her legs still around his hips, keeping him close. That comment was more than enough to get him going again, but they both know they must go before their absence is noticed. 

They straighten their clothes and she’s the first one to exit the bathroom, returning back downstairs to join her mother in the kitchen with words of “let me help,” passing her smiling lips. Jon joins them a few minutes later, grinning when Sansa waves him on, shaking her head at his offer to help. Instead, he goes out to join the rest of his family, watching as they finish their game just in time for Catelyn to call out the open door that dinner was ready. 

As they settle into their respective places at the dinner table, her place between Jon and Loras, she feels the creep of a hand on her thigh. It was not Loras, but Jon, who gave her thigh a tight squeeze, a reminder that she was his. 

That she would always be his.

[wulfhalls]

the modern au book jonsa implications are devastating......

[esther-dot]

MODERN AUs

tis the damn season 5k by @wildflower-daydreamer

Every year, Sansa comes back to her small hometown of Winterfell for Christmas. And each year, she and Jon fall into their old routine for her short stay. This year would be no different. Okay, maybe a little different. Inspired by the song 'tis the damn season by Taylor Swift. corresponding gif

Mistletoe Merriment 4k by @geekprincess26

Theon Greyjoy loves kissing pretty girls, so naturally he loves breaking out the mistletoe and spiked punch every year at the Starks' annual Christmas party. And every year, the girl he kissed the prior year shows up with an awesome new boyfriend - every girl except for Sansa Stark, who ends up with slimy, pathetic gits. Theon will have to go to ridiculous lengths, not to mention risk the legendary wrath of Jon Snow, in order to get Sansa the boyfriend she deserves. But he'll do it, because Theon Greyjoy is a loyal friend - and he'll never let a stupid sprig of mistletoe get the better of him.

When the Grinch Met the Redhead 1k by @yenstarkofrivia

the one where Sansa likes to sing Christmas songs at 3am and Jon is a miserable Grinch

merry and bright 27k by @cellsshapedlikestars

ex-child star Sansa Stark is in desperate need of money and takes a role in a Hallmark Christmas movie, filming in the mountain resort town of Wintertown, Vermont. There, Fire Chief Jon Snow is on set to oversee safety regulations. Sansa hates Christmas and she hates small towns, but a casual fling with a rugged local fireman might be just what she needs.

four 5k by @cellsshapedlikestars (I've reread this fic many times)

She had never put Jon and Christmas together, but now she thinks she'll never be able to separate them. or, four Christmases, three midnight excursions, two angry siblings, and one boy at the center of it all

Be My +1 47k by @vivilove-jonsa

Seven months after she attended a wedding with her brother's work colleague (and gave him a tipsy, unrequited kiss when he walked her to the door), Sansa Stark finds herself in the unenviable situation of desperately needing a date for her prep school reunion at a ski resort which will also be attended by her ex-boyfriend/boss's son, Harry Hardyng and her Former-BFF/Frenemy, Margaery Tyrell.

The Best Christmas Present (Is You) 3k @foreverreadingbeautifulbooks

Every year the Starks and honorary Starks spent the week of Christmas in the most northern of the lodges they owned. No guests were allowed to visit the lodge during that week and it was the one time a year where no one in their family was allowed to work. Everyone hung out, played in the snow, skied, baked, ate lots of food, and simply enjoyed being together. It was refreshing to spend so much time with her family since she felt like she’d barely seen them this last year. But, if Sansa was honest, after five days of hanging out with them nonstop, she’d been looking forward to spending a little bit of time by herself. Every year on Christmas Eve, while her mom and dad picked out the tree, Bran would play chess with their neighbor’s son, Lyanna - who was notorious for buying gifts at the last minute - went shopping, Arya and the rest of the boys would challenge each other to skiing contests, and Sansa would take that opportunity to have her own private holiday celebration indoors. She would warm up some hot chocolate, turn up her Christmas playlist, and snuggle down in some blankets to wrap all of her Christmas presents. But not this year. This year she was stuck with Jon Snow and his broken ankle.

the perfect gift for christmas for me would be 5k

“Be my boyfriend,” Sansa says. Jon's eyebrows raise, and she amends, “My fake boyfriend." or, Sansa, Jon, and fake dating for the winter holidays.

Christmas Carriage Ride 1.5k

Jon Snow has grown tired of his holiday job driving a horse-drawn carriage around the streets of Chicago. Then Sansa shows up, and Jon sees the city through new eyes

#LockedinLovers 8k by @amymel86

the one where Sansa and Jon are locked in a big ol' department store over Christmas because of a convenient snow storm

The Nightmare Before Christmas 3k by @ladysalvatore3

Sansa Stark was far from being perfect; she occasionally forgot to put the lid back on the toothpaste, she was constantly arriving late to places, she didn’t know how to change a tire or had any idea of what path her life was going to take, but there were three things that Sansa was absolutely sure about. She loved to write. Christmas was the best holiday ever. She hated Jon Snow.

'Tis the Damn Season 4k by @justhereforfandomandfriends

Four times Jon doesn’t ask Sansa to stay, and the one time he does. Sansa Stark was sneaking out of her childhood bedroom to sleep in Jon Snow's bed. If you'd told teenage Sansa, she'd have laughed in scorn (but she’d have flushed too). Twenty-nine year old Sansa was almost used to it. By now, it was practically a tradition, and there was nothing Sansa loved more than holiday traditions. corresponding moodboard

when the snow falls and the white wind blows 10k

Sansa Stark and Jon Snow had never been particularly close, but since her brother died and the two moved to the same city they have been spending more time together. Sansa tells herself Jon sees her as the little girl who lived in the house beside his. Jon tells himself Sansa sees him as nothing more than her brother's best friend. But when the two are snowed in on the way back home for Christmas, their thoughts change.

Shamelessly Un-christmas 3k by @jade-masquerade

After Jon denied her a kiss under the mistletoe last Christmas, Sansa tries to make amends.

A Tale of Two Christmases 2k by @jade-masquerade

A Christmas gift mix-up involving a special sweater brings Sansa and Jon together. corresponding fanart by @grrmartin

all i want for christmas is you...to tell everyone we're together 2k by @ben-barnes-is-my-husband

It's Christmas and all Jon wants is for he and Sansa to be public with their relationship.

Who's coming to you tonight? 1k by @kissed-by-circe

“So you want me, me and no one else, to dress up as Nikolaus and bring wee-“ his mind scrambles as he tries to remember the boy’s name, because Arya only uses pet names for him, and he doubts that her sister named her child Woolfling, Dr Snuggles, or Baby-Bear, “wee… Ar- Artos some candy, and tell him that he’s been naughty?” Arya forces Jon to play Nikolaus for her lil nephew, and somehow forgets to mention that singlemom!Sansa is really really hot

Lights 7k by @charmtion

Two years ago, Arya turned up on Jon and Sansa’s doorstep and left after a single, soul-aching conversation. Now they are gathered back together for a Stark family Christmas, where old wounds and new secrets threaten to collide.

Door to Door Delivery 2k by @hilarychuff

A drabble inspired by my While You Were Sleeping (1995). Jon walks Sansa home during a Chicago winter.

The Spirit of Christmas Gifset by @aureliacamargo

All I Want for Christmas Jonsa vid by @aerishe

FOLGERSCEST INSPIRED

(yes, that commercial prompted Jonsa content which makes me laugh so it gets a special shout-out!)

Perks of the Queen 5k by @intothecest

After years in his exile in the Night's Watch, Jon Snow finally answers a summons to Winterfell from his sister, Queen in the North, just in time for a festival. Gifts are exchanged, long-simmering feelings percolate up, and, oh yes, coffee has come to Westeros.

The Best Part of Waking Up 5k @jillypups

After a long stint up in Alaska doing manly things, Jon Snow comes back to the Stark family home where he spent nearly all of his childhood, where he called the Stark kids brother and sister. But things change after a few years go by.

Gifset by @cindy-clawford

OTHER

Light in the Darkest Days of the Year Little Women AU/historical AU 9k by @sibyldisobedience

Winterfell was a handsome old house of modest proportions, that had once seen better days. Its green shutters and gables had faded to a dull grey. Its stone walls could use a new coat of whitewash. And its family, the Starks, had once been counted amongst the most distinguished in Wintertown — a small, sleepy hamlet, just north of the bustling port city of White Harbour, where it was as likely to snow in the summer as not. But despite this dreary description, Winterfell was the happiest little home in the neighbourhood.  Even on the darkest, coldest days of winter, the little grey house radiated warmth and light from its frosted-over windows, like a beacon. 

Fairy Lights and Mistletoe 3k Hogwarts AU, by @maybetwice

Sansa has every intention of going to the Yule Ball with Jon, even though he isn't sure why.

Shine Your Light on Me 2k canon verse @thatgirlnevershutsup

Let's celebrate a Northern holiday with Sansa and Jon! Think about a Hallmark Christmas movie set in Westeros, and you're on the right track.

A Stark Solstice 1.5k canon verse @ritzintherabbithole

It’s only fitting, she thought, that fresh snow should blanket the land around Winterfell today of all days. It is pristine, virgin white snow, seemingly pure, but Sansa know knows the kind of monsters that hide in the cold and her time spent in King’s Landing cured her of any instinct to trust appearances.

A midwinter night's dream 2k canon verse

After the Long Night, Sansa fears winter more than ever. How will her new born daughter survive a winter that might last for years? But magic is gone from Westeros, and soon it becomes clear that every season only lasts for a few moons. Though winters are still brutal, there is always an end in sight. And every year on the darkest day of them all, the Starks in Winterfell have a feast.

Festive Jonsa Edit

Christmas Is Here Gifset and Merry Christmas Gifset by @tiny-little-bird

PRE CANON - WESTERN - FAIRYTALE - REGENCY - LITTLE WOMEN - SEASON SIX - ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - THE GIRL IN GREY - FREE CITIES - FAIRYTALE PART II - POLITICAL MARRIAGE - SALTY TEENS

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

THIS IS WHAT SOME WOULD CALL A MIRACLE.

I hope you enjoy it ;)

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8 - New position. (Try something completely new!)

Chapter 14

Sam sighed as he watched Jon playing with the pint on his hand. When his friend had asked him out for a drink, Sam imagined something had happened and that it had something to do with the Sansa situation -how he called it in his head.

Sam knew Jon very well; they’d been friends for a long time and went through a lot together. There wasn’t much he didn’t know about the other man.

Sure, he hadn’t expected Jon to get into this… Situation with Sansa Stark. He’d never got the impression that there was anything between them, and he’d seen them together on many occasions. Jon hadn’t talked much about Sansa before, so it was a bit of a shock.

However, Sam didn’t really think it was the craziest match possible. When he’d thought about it better, it did make a lot of sense. They were both steady, loyal and kind people. In Sam’s head, Jon and Sansa made more sense than most of Jon’s previous relationships.

The man in question let out a long sigh, and Sam figured he was ready to say whatever was in his head.

“I’m in love with Sansa.”

Well… Now Sam was glad he hadn’t taken a sip from his beer. “I see.” He dragged the last word.

Jon looked at him. “You do?”

“I mean…” Sam cleared his throat. “I think it was bound to happen.”

Jon frowned. “It was?”

Sam snorted. “Jon… Come on. You’re the king of getting involved with people. And Sansa is pretty amazing. It isn’t shocking that, once you spent more time together, you’d realize she’s amazing and…” He shrugged.

“You could’ve warned me.”

“I’m pretty sure when you told me it was already too late.”  

Jon sighed again. “We spent time together before.” He defended himself quietly.

“Not like this.”

Jon’s next sigh was even more dramatic. “Are you going to tell her?” Sam wanted to know.

“Not yet.” When he saw Sam’s arched eyebrow, Jon hurried to explain. “Sansa is… Discovering herself right now. We’ve had a lot of discussions, and only now she feels more comfortable to say what she wants or not. Her self-confidence took a lot of hits in the last years and in her last relationships. She needs more time.”

“More time for what?”

“To decide whether what she feels when she’s with me is real or not.” Jon’s eyes dipped back to his untouched pint. “Right now she’s enjoying the high, learning about herself… I don’t want to confuse her.”

“I see your point, but then you aren’t being exactly honest with her, right?”

“I don’t intend to drag this indefinitely, Sam.” Jon assured him. “Not even to the end of the list. I also don’t intend to lie to her. If she asks me about my feelings, I’ll tell her honestly. But I think she needs a bit more time. She needs to feel more confident and more certain of what she wants or not.”

“Including you.”

“Including me.”

“I get what you’re saying, Jon, I truly do. But…” It was Sam’s turn to sigh. “Don’t wait too long. Yes, she might need time, but you don’t. You’re in love already. The more time you let pass, the worse this can get for you.”

“I know, Sam.” Jon nodded. “As I said, I don’t intend to lie to her, or anything. I just want her to figure it out on her own.”

Sure. Nothing could go wrong with that, right?

***

As Jon had assured Sam -many times- he didn’t intend to extend this situation indefinitely. He agreed with his friend that it wasn’t a good thing to do -for both of them. He also didn’t plan on ‘tricking’ Sansa into a relationship with him.

She’d either want to be with him… Or not.

And sure, the idea that she might not want to be with him like this would hurt some -or a lot -but these feelings were his to deal with.

He planned on giving her a bit more time, but they’d need to talk honestly about this sooner rather than later.

It was with this in mind that Jon went to Sansa’s apartament that day.

“Jon.” She smiled brightly when she saw him, but she also looked a bit nervous.

“Hey, San.” He kissed her cheek. “Is there something wrong?”

She pulled him inside and closed the door behind him. “Not exactly.”

Jon frowned. “Right… Are you sure? Because…”

“It’s about this next item.” Sansa admitted in a rush.

Oh right. It was the new position one. The one she was worried would turn into some weird yoga that would give her a cramp.

Jon picked her hand and pulled her closer. “We can skip this one.”

She cleared her throat. “Actually… I’ve been thinking about it and that’s something I want to try.” She was blushing and it was cute as fuck.

“Go on.” He encouraged her softly.

“It’s nothing really crazy.” Sansa was quick to assure him.

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“Well… I want us to…” She sighed. “Come with me.” 

Jon was somewhat bemused as he followed her to her bedroom. Sansa was still holding his hand and she seemed suddenly quite decided on something.

She stopped once they were inside the room. “I want us to do it.” She took a deep breath in. “In front of that mirror.” She pointed at the large full body mirror on one of her walls.

Jon closed his eyes.

“Jon?” Sansa called softly.

“I just think I might need to go back to church after this.” He told her, his eyes still closed.

“What?”

“The gods are being very generous with me right now.”

“Jon!”

He opened his eyes and grinned at her. “I think this is the best idea I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Sansa snorted. “Is that so?”

“Aye. Even better than the World Cup.”

“That’s a great idea indeed.” She grinned at him. 

“And…” He cupped her face. “Not wanting to be repetitive and all, but if you change your mind we can always not do it.”

“I know.” She assured him. Sansa looked around the room, but Jon had the impression she wasn’t really looking for anything, just thinking about how to say something. “Can we turn down the lights a bit?”

“Sure.” He agreed easily.

He let Sansa fuss with the lights as she wanted, while he kicked off his shoes and took off his belt. He looked at her vanity and found a hair tie.

“Now what?” Sansa asked a bit nervously.

“Come here.” Jon called softly. He put her in front of her mirror, her back to his chest. “Can I braid your hair?”

Sansa’s nose scrunched up. “Then will we have a pillow fight?”

Jon laughed. “No. I love your hair, but I want to be able to see all of you. So… Can I do it?”

“Yes.” She answered softly.

Jon gathered Sansa’s beautiful hair and let his fingers run through it for a while, before he divided the strands and started braiding it.

“You’re quite good at this.” Sansa commented.

“My mother taught me how to do it.” He told her, as he finished the braid. “I helped her with her hair when she was sick.”

Sansa’s eyes softened in her reflection. “Jon…”

“It’s okay.” He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “This isn’t a sad memory.” He assured her.

Sansa looked at him over her shoulder. “Okay.”

Jon kissed her softly. “Are you ready, sweet girl?”

Sansa nodded.

He gently turned her face to the mirror. “Keep your eyes on us.” He told her, his voice soft and low.

Jon opened the zipper of her dress slowly, as if he was discovering her skin for the first time. His fingers ran over every inch of her that was revealed in a reverent way that Jon felt was quite telling. He pushed the dress down and it fell to the ground, then Sansa kicked it to the side, her eyes never leaving the mirror. Jon opened her bra and she also threw it carelessly. He dropped a kiss to the back of her neck.

Jon pulled his T-shirt off, and watched as Sansa bit her lower lip through her reflection. He felt a bit vain, since he knew how much she enjoyed the view of his chest. He’d never thought of his body as that particularly attractive, but he liked the effect it had on Sansa. 

His hands went to her waist, tracing the lines of her body. It was a bit dark in the room but he could still see his favorite freckles on her skin, he loved to see her delicate skin sinking under his fingers with every touch.

Jon had never been particularly possessive, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure he got from touching her like that, from knowing he was giving her something no one had given before. He didn’t like knowing her exes were such assholes and left her feeling so insecure, but he did like the fact that she was allowing him to change all of that.

Even if it had been his idea.

His fingers caressed the underside of her breasts, before he cupped them both. He massaged them gently, carefully, before playing with her nipples. For some reason, he was in no hurry whatsoever just then.

Sansa’s head fell back against his shoulder and Jon kissed her neck. “Is this good, San?”

“Yes.” She whispered softly.

“You look so pretty like this.”

“Jon…” She protested, but it was ruined by the flush of her cheeks and the satisfied smile on her lips.

He said nothing else for a bit, just played with her breasts for what seemed a long time, dropping soft kisses on her neck.

At some point she got a bit impatient, he guessed. Sansa covered his right hand with hers, then pushed it down her body.

“I’ll do it.” He whispered to her. “Put your arms up.”

Sansa raised her arms and sunk her fingers into Jon’s curls. He groaned in appreciation. “Eyes on us.” He reminded her.

Sansa’s eyes went immediately to the mirror, following the progress of his right hand. It hand dipped inside her panties, his finger finding her clit and playing with it.

“Jon.” Her fingers tightened their hold in his hair as he teased her, and her hips started moving, seeking more of his touch.

“So beautiful.” He nuzzled her ear. “Can you see how perfect you look?”

But Sansa didn’t answer, her eyes were fixed on his hand moving inside her panties, her face flushed.

He’d never seen anything prettier in his whole life.

Jon pushed a finger into her and Sansa’s back arched. “Jon.” She called again.

“Aye?”

“I want more.”

“You want another finger?” He teased.

“No.” She whined. “I want…” She was clearly trying to find a way to say it without falling into that dirty talk that she supposedly didn’t like, but she quickly gave up. “I want your cock.”

Well… Fuck.

Suddenly Jon felt - very - impatient. “Off.” He pushed her panties down, and those were also quicked away quickly.

Jon shoved a hand on his pocket and grabbed a condom. He was being way less suave than he’d like to admit, but just then he didn’t care - at all.

“Put your hand on the wall.” He directed Sansa, who obeyed, bracing herself against the wall, the mirror between her hands.

He ran his hands down her back, following her spine. He then opened them to caress her waist and hips, before running a teasing touch to the inside of her thighs.

“Enough teasing!” Sansa complained.

Jon chuckled, but he agreed. He grabbed himself and pushed inside her slowly, slower than he’d ever done before. So slow it felt as if time had stopped.

Sansa’s head fell forward and she tilted her hips back, taking him in deeper, making him lose his mind just a bit more. Once he was completely inside Jon stopped for a minute, appreciating the feeling of being like this with her.

He pulled Sansa back against him, and Sansa gasped at the move.

“Look at this.” He told her softly. “Look how beautiful you look.” He kissed her neck. “How perfectly you take me.” He pulled back a bit, then pushed inside her again. “Does it feel good?”

“So good.” She agreed, her words coming out in a moan.

He started moving slowly, whispering words of praise against her ear, telling her to keep his eyes on them in the mirror. He hadn’t needed to bother saying it, because Sansa couldn’t look away. Her eyes mapped all of them, his hands on her, the way their bodies moved together - not exuberantly, but delicate and deep.

One of Jon’s hands went to her clit, his movements becoming harder even if still slow.

When he felt the tension taking over her body, Jon’s free hand held Sansa’s face. “I want to see your eyes when you cum.” He told her.

Sansa held his eyes in the mirror, until her orgasm took her and she closed her eyes.

“Absolutely perfect.” Jon praised her.

[estherruth-jonsatrash]

Only Have Lovely Things to Say About You: Jonsa One-Shot

A gilmore girls inspired Modern Jonsa au I had to write for some reason. Preview:

Jon was not what one might call a joiner. So that raised the question of what, exactly, he was doing at the Winterfell Dream of Spring Festival, finding himself amid the bustle of the town square, booths lined up on both sides of the street, the scent of Old Nan’s bouquets in his nose and the laughter of children playing in his ears. This was decidedly not his scene and yet…

Jon knew Sansa would be here.

In the common parlance, one could say Jon had a crush. Though such a term was both horribly embarrassing and woefully inadequate to the depth of his feelings. When he moved to Winterfell to live with his uncle Ned (a more polite way to say his mother had gotten tired of him, kicked him out, and sent him to live with her most responsible brother), the last thing he expected was to fall so hard for a girl in this Podunk town.

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