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welldonebeca · 7 months

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Summary: Sansa finds a little thing about Jon. (Just some mindless Dom!Sansa x Sub!Jon porn.) WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Tension. Fluff. Communication.

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Sansa raised her eyes as Jon got another notification from his phone, frowning a little.

What had happened that it was just going off today? He always complained they barely used their group chat!

They had gotten together long after Jon had returned from his time up the far north. He had made a lot of friends there, and even had a girlfriend, but they had broken up by the time he was to go back home, but were still good friends.

Sansa had met all of them a couple of times, and they were nice, but they were all kind of rowdy... nothing like her sweet Jon.

They jokingly called themselves savages, like the old folk that lived beyond the wall when there were Queens and King's around.

"Jon," she stood up, walking to the bathroom and knocking on the door with the back of her hand. "I think someone died, your phone won't stop."

He chuckled from inside.

"It's alright," he assured her from under the shower. "If someone had died they would be calling both of us."

She scoffed.

"But you can check," Jon suggested.

"No, no," she said quickly. "It's alright."

Sansa would never be one of those jealous girlfriends, going over their boyfriends' texts out of jealousy or some sense of entitlement.

She trusted him very much.

But his phone kept buzzing and buzzing, so much so that it had moved from its spot and almost fell from the little table by their couch.

So she picked it up and opened it, just to give it a little glance. Just a little check.

And it was from the group chat, yes. And from Ygritte.

"Well, I can teach her a bit about putting you in your place, Tormund. I'm sure she'll love a way of shutting you up."

She frowned a little, going back through the messages.

Oh. Tormund was trying to find a way to get with Brienne - her friend that was around the last time they were.

They were all giving him advice, most of it useless. Most of it also telling him not to be himself.

He was a little... uh...

Not bad. Tormund was perfectly alright.

But he was going in far too strongly.

She shook her head at Tormund's answer, an emoji of an eye roll, but Pyp spoke next.

"Gonna teach her how to tie him down and shut him up?"

That made her eyes widen?

What now?

"It's my speciality," she texted back. "Jon knows can tell you all about it, hm?"

Her face got hot with a bit of anger. How could she speak of him like that! He wasn't her boyfriend anymore!

But Jon wasn't the type to ever care. He would just shrug and be all 'Ygritte is like that'.

It had happened in front of her once. But they stopped when they realised it made her uncomfortable.

But not in the chat, no.

When Jon - Sansa - didn't answer, the texts kept coming.

"Oh, someone's bragging"

from Edd.

"Did she shut you up a lot, Snow?"

from Pyp.

"I bet she did!!!"

from Grenn.

Sansa's face burned even more.

"She always knew how,"

Satin added.

"Gods, I'm glad I didn't share a place with those two,"

from Tormund.

"You should. I reckon he is a screamer,"

Sam added.

Her eyes widened.

Sam?!

Sweet Sam was joining in that?!

And... a screamer?

Well, Jon was vocal when they fucked, but he wasn't a screamer with her!

What did-

But she jumped in shock when she felt Jon's hand brushing her back.

"So, did anyone die?" he asked.

Sansa would have dropped his phone if she wasn't quick enough to grab it with her other hand.

"No," she gasped, turning around.

But Jon didn't look any upset when she looked at his face, just confused.

"Just..." she cleared her throat. "Your friends. Being themselves."

His eyes travelled over her face, and she looked away, feeling so hot she knew her neck and ears were as red as her face.

"Please tell me Tormund didn't send his dick pics for a second opinion in the chat again," he sighed.

Sansa gave him his phone back, not wanting to answer, and walked away before he could even read it.

"I'll go shower now," she decided.

Yes, shower. Good idea.

She walked into the bathroom quickly and undressed, ready to hop into the shower so he wouldn't follow her for at least a bit of time, but Jon knocked on the door before her bra was even off.

"Sansa?" he called.

She froze, wide-eyed.

"Can we talk about what you saw?" Jon asked, sounding gentle. "Please?"

Sansa wanted to groan and hide like she did as a little girl, but she didn't. Instead, she walked to the door and opened it, looking at his face.

"Did it make you uncomfortable?" he asked. "What they said?"

She squirmed a little, kicking her feet.

"No," she mumbled.

"Because I'd understand if you were," Jon added. "They are... annoying, to say the least."

Yeah, she knew that. But his friends respected her when she was around.

It was just...

"Were you?" she asked him. "A screamer?"

What did Ygritte even do to make her scream?

His grey eyes widened when they met hers.

"I... hm..." he stopped, looking for words. "Kinda?"

Sansa looked away from him, shifting her jaw as she did. Oh.

Good for him.

"Are you-"

"How?" she asked before he could. "What did she do?"

Jon's face went all red.

"Sansa..." he exhaled.

What, didn't he want to tell her? Didn't he want to share?

"I want to know," she insisted. "Because everyone else does, except for me."

He raised a hand to his face, rubbing it slowly, exhaling.

"Can we talk about that with our clothes on?" he requested instead. "Because I'm naked, and you are in your underwear, and we are supposed to talk, but my brain won't understand that."

That made her freeze.

Oh?

"Okay," Sansa agreed. "I can do that. We can do that."

They were dressed when she sat on the couch, right by Jon's side, and he looked a bit too nervous.

It wasn't that Sansa didn't know about his relationship with Ygritte, Jon was always honest with her about it. Tormund had introduced the two of them to one another, and they were quite the strange match in the beginning, but liked each other very much. The only reason why they had broken up was because of incompatibility on their plans for the future. Jon wanted to come back to Winterfell, get married, and have children... Ygritte wanted none of that.

That was why they such good friends. There was no big fight, no strong conflict of betrayal... just two adults with different plans.

And maybe that was why she was so insecure when it came to her, Ygritte.

And now it turned out she was so good at sex she made Jon scream?!

Sansa was still learning sex stuff, Jon was the only boyfriend she had ever had who didn't expect her to just get him off.

"Well?" she asked. "What did she mean?"

Jon's face looked all red again.

"It's... not..." he stumbled with his words. "I don't think it's even your thing. She was... Ygritte was just experienced. And she liked different stuff."

Sansa stared at him with her jaw slack for a moment.

"Well, thank you," she practically spat out.

He shook his head.

"I don't mean it in a bad way," he insisted. "I love seeing you growing into your interests, Sansa, we both know that."

She scoffed, looking away from him, and he took her hand, squeezing it.

"Ygritte liked different things," he told her. "She was... well, she still is, a professional dominatrix. It's her thing, and she loves that."

She was...

What?

"A professional dominatrix?" she repeated. "For a living?"

He shrugged.

"It was a hobby when we were together, she kinda of quit her job recently to do that full time," he told her. "It helps her travel around, keep the nomad lifestyle she likes."

She blinked, shocked.

Oh.

So that was how she was always in a different town.

"And was she your dominatrix?" she asked.

Jon looked away, licking his lips, and she just knew his mind was full of thoughts.

"Yeah," he told her. "I mean, we would... switch places. Not that she liked being dominated much, but we did that."

Sansa processed it slowly.

Oh.

Well, she was very subby, very soft.

"Do you miss that?" she asked, worried now. "Being domminated?"

Was she denying him that?

Jon didn't answer right away, and it made her anxiety grow by the minute.

"I thought I would miss it," he told her. "But I did realise I'm much of a dom than a sub."

Sansa watched him.

"That's not a clear answer," she told him.

He took her hand, tangling their fingers together.

"Sansa, I've been in love with you since the day we met," he reminded her, a soft smile on his face. "I've never been as happy as I am with you."

Once again, not a clear answer.

"We tell everything to each other," she reminded him.

And they did. Their communication was very open.

"Exactly," he affirmed, kissing her knuckles.

Sansa moved, a bit uncomfortable.

"Okay?" he asked gently.

She nodded, still.

"Okay," Sansa exhaled. "But... what if I want to try it?"

He looked at her face, not showing much emotion for a moment, and smiled a bit.

"Well..." he spoke slowly. "You know I always admire your curiosity. But I don't expect anything of you, I promise."

…

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undertaleowl · 5 years

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hey there, i've only been following you for a short while but i've quickly fallen in love with your way of writing. Could write up something about UT sans and his S/O, where they are both equally lazy/laid back and love to crack jokes to get on everyone's nerves. hehe. (if pics give you inspiration for writings you could take a look at my profile pic if you'd like) (:

Thank you so much! I’m glad you like what you’ve seen so far! One one-shot coming right up for you, lovely! Underneath the cut!

Two of a Kind

WC: 1,473

When you met Sans, it was like a magnetic attraction pulling you towards puns and pranking and causing minor chaos. You and some friends had gone to Grillby’s, a favorite place among Surface-natives and monsters alike. The laid-back atmosphere, the broken jukebox that only played six songs, the best burgers and fries in Ebott City, and there was always the fact that the monster drinks were intoxicatingly delicious.

You and your friends were laughing at the bar instead of in the dining area because it was less crowded. As your friend was about to put some ketchup on her fries, the loose lid immediately caught your eye, and you grabbed the ketchup bottle from her hand and tightened the lid before handing it back to her. Your friend blinked.

“Usually, it’s you who pulls that kinda crap,” she giggled before squirting an appropriate amount of ketchup on to her plate. You smirked.

“Let’s just say if there’s gonna be any funny business for you guys, it’s gonna be because of me,” you said, eyes glinting confidently. “This amateur really needs to ketch-up on other restaurant pranks. That one’s the oldest one in the book!”

Your friends all groaned, and the friend you had saved from a ketchup disaster shoved some fries into your mouth to keep you quiet. Little did you know that there was a certain skeleton monster in a blue hoodie who smirked to himself, even if his ego had been slightly scratched by some random human. The human had challenged him, and he wasn’t planning on going down anytime soon. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his emergency whoopie-cushion and attached it to his hand.

Your friends had all gone to the bathroom to freshen up, and you elected to stay to make sure no one stole their spots or their wallets.

“Heya. So uh…I noticed you being kinda saucy about a ketchup prankster. You alright?” he asked. You gave him an amused glance and a snort of laughter before nodding.

“Oh yeah, we’re fine. I mustard the common sense to see that my friend’s bottle had been tampered with. It’s no big deal,” you said. His already permanent grin seemed to widen, and he motioned at the open seat next to you in the form of an unasked question. You gestured to the empty seat, intrigued and amused by this skeletal stranger in the blue hoodie.

“I’m Sans, by the way. Sans the Skeleton,” he introduced, sticking out his hand. You stared down at the hand, and tried to keep in a smirk at the pink tab that . This must have been the ketchup prankster. You had expected it to be a kid, but a strangely charismatic, adult skeleton? Your night just kept getting more and more entertaining.

“I’m really sorry, but I’m left-handed. Any way I could shake your other one?” you asked. You saw his grin falter a little bit, but he recovered quickly.

“Heh, sure thing, kid.” He switched hands, and victoriously you grabbed his hand with you own, and immediately let your mouth fall open in shock. You could have sworn the whoopie cushion was in his other hand. He smirked at you this time, his white eyelights shining just a bit brighter. “Whatsa matter? Shake my hand.”

You shook your head slightly, staring at the ground and smiling. You knew when you were bested, so you squeezed his hand fully, and snickered when fart noises came out of it. He smirk turned into a more genuine smile.

“The old whoopie cushion in the hand trick. It’s always funny,” he replied, leaning forward on his elbows. “Like loosening the lids on ketchup bottles.”

You shrugged with a giggle. “I didn’t know my criticism of restaurant and food pranks was eating at you that much,” you replied. Sans straightened and leaned forward even more. Oh, this was the most entertaining human (besides Frisk) that he had spoken to in weeks. He shrugged in feigned nonchalance.

“Nah. Thanks for the condiment though,” he said as you took a sip of your cocktail. You choked on it in laughter and after grabbing your water for you, Sans the Skeleton laughed with you. As your friends came back onto the scene of a pun-versation happening, your friend just hung their head.

“There are two of them,” she muttered to herself. The flaming bartender who had been watching the entire thing go down just sighed in silent agreement.

A FEW YEARS LATER…

Sans woke up groggily in his hotel suite, immediately going to shake your shoulder to get up. Today was an important day, after all, and even if you both were lazy, you were not going to miss your damn wedding for it. His soul started beating ten times faster when he didn’t feel you snuggling next to him or moaning some sleep-deprivation related joke at him. He shot up in bed and saw Papyrus sleeping on the floor, still hugging his body pillow.

Okay. No reset. He remembered now. Humans had the stupid-ass tradition that you couldn’t see your fiance or fiancee on the day of your wedding until the actual ceremony. You and a few of your friends were in your hotel suite on a different floor, getting ready for the big day ahead. He checked the time. It was 12:00, so you would probably be getting ready in an hour, just so that you could be ready to go for the pre-ceremony while your friends helped you into your outfit and generally with making sure you weren’t stressed at all while waiting.

As if you knew he was thinking about you, he heard a chime come from his phone. A text, from you.

“Heya, soon-to-be-husbone! I think I know how Muffet is going to get into a relationship,” the text informed. He felt his eyelights turn to souls and back as he texted a response.

“Morning, verte-baby. And yeah? How’s that?” he texted back. Papyrus groaned groggily and sat up, stretching. He jumped when he saw Sans awake.

“Brother! Good morning! Did you sleep well? You need to be at the wedding venue at 5:30 PM, so we have time to go over every single detail of the ceremony. As your best man, I will ensure that your portion of the wedding goes off without a hitch,” he declared proudly. Sans chuckled.

“I bet it will be amazing, bro.”

Even with his relaxed tone, there was an underlying excitement. It wasn’t just a human marriage ceremony, but a soul-sharing monster ceremony as well. As soon as you two bonded, then you would truly be able to call the other “yours” and while Sans had maybe been a little hesitant in the passing years about such a commitment, he knew that there was no one else he’d rather be bonded with. His phone buzzed again and he snickered at the response. “Oh my God Y/N.”

“I bet she’ll find someone on the web 😂” you had texted back. If he listened really hard, he could practically hear you giggling at yourself while your wedding party groaned or begged you not to say any puns today, since it was your intimate, romantic, and very serious wedding.

“😘 You’re as sweet as the hotel room you’re staying in,” he typed into his phone. Before he could hit send, Papyrus got his attention.

“Are you texting Y/N? I thought they said that you couldn’t do that,” he admonished. “They are following our traditions so we must follow theirs!”

Sans shook his head. “Nah, bro, we only can’t see each other. Communication is the key to a good marriage after all.”

Papyrus scrutinized his too-smug brother. “I can’t tell if that was a pun or not, but because it’s your bonding day, I shall let it go. However, we must go over your vows, and practice the motions for a bonding ceremony and get you dressed in your tuxedo and-”

As Papyrus continued to list all of the things Sans needed to do to get ready for a wedding, Sans sent the text to you, his future mate. Not a minute later, Sans was convinced that you two were meant to be together for the rest of their lives. You had sent him a message with an attachment.

“I know I’m not allowed to send a pictures of myself, but I thought I’d send you a little love,” the text from you read. He opened the message and cackled. It was picture of a tiny slip of paper that said “love” on it. He glanced at his bedside table and stared at the little “love” that he had written on the corner of a napkin that he had planned on sending them before the wedding.

Together, you both were really two of a kind.

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iheartgrayson · 6 years

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twins or not? | grayson dolan

💘FLUFFY💘

*requested*

SUMMARY: YOU HELP ETHAN DECIDE WHAT HE SHOULD DO IN ORDER TO PUNISH GRAYSON FOR LOSING THE BET.

WC: 1.3K

-I wanted to know if you can make an image with Grayson based on the video of “Finding Out If We’re Real Twins” where y/n is his girlfriend and help Ethan to film the video- rochyu

“Do you have any ideas, Y/N?” Ethan asked you as he sat next to you on the couch. You had been on your phone all days looking through edits on Instagram not really thinking the request your best had ask you.

“Honestly no. But don’t worry; I will have something in the next twenty minutes.” You answered him and looked at his eyes. Ethan rolled them and grabbed his own phone from his pocket.

“How are you so sure that I am going to lose guys?” Grayson suddenly questioned you from the opposite couch with a very big frown plastered on his face.

You smirked at his expression. “Because Grayson I am- we are deadly sure that you guys are indeed identical. That’s why.”

“You know what? I really hate you.”

“Hey, don’t stress yourself. The results will be here tomorrow and you will see that we are right and you are wrong.” Ethan stated with a lift of his eyebrows making Grayson roll his eyes.

“Fuck you. And for your information I have the best idea for what your punishment will be ass clown.” Grayson pointed his finger at his brother and then looked at you. “Please, because I know what an evil queen you can be don’t do anything extremely bad at me, alright? Remember that I love you.”

You laughed at his words. “I know baby and thank you for your kind words. But I can’t promise you anything but only that it’s not gonna hurt you… that much.”

“Does that mean you found an idea?” Ethan asked from beside you.

“Oh, yeah. And I believe it’s a good one.”

“Can I hear it?” Both of them questioned you but you shook your head.

“Only Ethan. But not here. Sorry Gray.”

“Identical!!!” Both boys yelled together as they opened the final envelope. You smiled widely at the news and looked immediately at your boyfriend.

He had a shocked look on his face, his eyes wide and his mouth opened wide. He knew that it will be his end. “I am so fucked.” He looked at you, locking his eyes with yours. “I am so fucked, fuck.” He threw himself back on the bed as he let out a big yell.

“I knew it guys. I knew that we were identical. I told you bro.” Ethan said with a goofy and big smile on his face.

“I feel much closer to you now.” Grayson said and hugged his brother.

“Me too. But now comes the exciting part of the video. Grayson needs to be punished for judging wrong. Y/N, his girlfriend, helped me pick up some ideas because she, herself, believed we were identical. And ELT me tell you are going to love it so much.” Ethan explained to the camera pointing his hand at your direction behind the camera and then Camera filmed you for a second before returning to the twins.

“Shit, that’s not good guys.” Grayson made motions with his hands. “When she and he make a team the results are not good at all but for them. I am so fucked.”

“He’s right. And since i don’t want to look anything like you buddy let’s go.” Ethan laughed and winked at the camera.

You stood at the studio, watching Grayson sitting on the chair with a scared look on hia gorgeous features, and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

Your first of two ideas was a nose ring. Yeah, Grayson piercing another part of his body expect his ears. You found it really cute and couple goals since you had one yourself. Grayson had always rad how much cute look on you and found it really bad ass, so why not letting him have one too?

“I am so scared.” Grayson confessed to the camera and looked taken aback when the piercing guy came closer to him with the essential equipment on his hands. “I hate you Y/N.”

“This is so funny guys.” Ethan talked over the camera as he filmed his twin. Grayson’s eyes closed tightly as the piercing pain went through his nose and within minutes he was done, a silver hook on his left nostril.

“Do we now not look identical Ethan?” Grayson asked as he stood over the wall with an annoyed look on his face.

“Not quite yet.”

“Grayson, you look very handsome with that nose ring. Come on, we need to take a picture with mine so we can be couple goals.” You tried to lighten up his mood.

Grayson wasn’t happy at all but came beside you as you pulled out your phone. He hugged He hugged your waist tight and leaned his face on your shoulder as you snapped the picture showing both your nose rings.

“You look so good baby.” You commented as you look on the pic.

“Not as good as you though.”

“Lovebirds, come on. We don’t have all day.” Ethan irritated yelled over the door when he noticed that you were not following him.

The three of you were now at Lisa’s, their mom, hair salon getting ready for Grayson’s next make over.

That one was Ethan’s idea.

Lisa grabbed the razor and made two slots at Grayson’s eyebrow. He looked at the mirror with an annoyed look and then at us.

“That one was me buddy.” Ethan said zooming on the eyebrow.

“Are we done? I beliebe this fraternal enough bro.” Grayson completely ignored him, already wanting to go back home.

“Mmm, nah. Something more.” Ethan said and then you both look at each other, a mischief smirk playing on your lips.

“I can’t freaking believe that.” Grayson groaned and fell back on the chair rubbing his eyes. “I can’t believe my girlfriend is plotting with my twin brother against me.”

“We are not happy about this Grayson but you should be smarter next time.” You told him and tool his hand inside yours. You rubbed it gently and then kissed it. “Also, I want you to remember that I love you.”

“What does that mean? What does that mean?” Grayson panicked asked you as he show his mom pulling out a big clothes and covered him from the neck and down.

“It will be good. Don’t worry.” Ethan assured him and Lisa started working. Dying and covering Grayson’s hair with aluminum foil.

Eventually Grayson gave up and just sat there with the most annoying look on his face. You prayed to the God that he will not break up with you after learning that this was your idea.

“After a long day I believe that me and Grayson are not identical anymore.” Ethan explained to the camera. He looked over at Grayson and motioned him to come. “Come here Gray.”

Grayson walked beside him and revealed himself to the world. He was another person for real.

A nose piercing, a slit eyebrow and blonde hair.

He mastered a sexy look on his face, licked his lips, raised one eyebrow and looked over the camera.

“I look like a punk.” Grayson replied.

“Well, I really like it. It looks good.” Ethan said honestly and run his fingers through his brother’s hair and smiled.

“We not look alike anymore. Identical twins no more identical twins guys.” Grayson said and folded his arms and looked over at you. You smiled at him amd blew him a kiss.

“Before ending the video I want to thank Y/N for helping me out with ideas. Most of it was her doing.” Ethan motioned his hands through Grayson’s face.

“Kay, peace.” Both of them yelled and turned off the camera.

“Baby, I just wanted to ask you while you thought all of that?” Grayson questioned you as he laid on the bed on his back and you sat beside him.

“First of all, we needed something that would be different to your look. And secondly, it was everyone’s dream. Literally.” you took out your phone and showed him the pic edit one of his fans did with him having blonde hair, nose piercing and a slit eyebrow.

“Whoah, I am a copy of this now.” He said surprised at the phone screen.

“Yeah, so I simply made your fans dream true. Mine too.” You replied and Grayson looked at you.

“So, you like it?”

“I love it.” You said and kissed his lips.

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