I’m sure that almost every night, she expected Sandor to join her in her bedroll and have his way with her and as she did, she would have certainly tried to make herself believe that it was the last thing she wanted while in truth, she was almost getting impatient!
A prompt fill for you maroucia!
Scream and I swear I'll kill you. You got that, little bird? Sansa nods obediently, to the night air.
Be good or else I'm going to have to be real bad, she imagines him saying while lying face down on her bedroll, her body rutting against the mattress, her wrists behind the small of her back as if they were held there by force.
I love how your cunt clenches when you struggle. Come on, fight me harder. She squeezes her legs tightly as if squeezing that big, stiff thing. She pictured it, pumping into her, luxuriantly, as the wool of his breeches and his rough leather belt scrapped against her bared buttocks.
Fuck, I'm going to come in you.Oh Gods be good, that was the trick! The tension between what she should be wanting and what she wanted, warred briefly with each other and then quite suddenly she broke. On hand found that throbbing spot and stroked it furiously, while the other clamped over her mouth, strangling her filthy, mortifying moans. Between her legs, there was a pain. Everything had seized up inside of her, so tightly for a second that she panicked. This was nothing like before, the bar of soap that lingered a little too long between her legs, the long pulse of pleasure that would wake her up from her dreams in the middle of the night. Those hadn't hurt, hadn't made her stop breathing and wonder in the middle of it if a girl could die from coming.
"You alright?" a raspy voice muttered. She heard him turning towards her, looming above her, a big hand just above her shoulder but not touching it. She tried to keep the blush from rising to her cheeks but it was difficult. Her cheeks were pink naturally and if they hand't been, he was on top of her, breathing heavy and radiating heat like a furnace. She let out a pretend little moan, thick with sleep. It seemed to satisfy him and he rolled over, settling back into his bedroll.
The pulsing between her legs relaxed into a kind of syrupy warmth. When she moved, she could feel it, the slippery wetness - real and visceral- and not wholly about him.
Wow that was so great and hot! Short and sweet as one might say. If Sandor only knew what she was thinking! And that’s exactly the kind of thing I meant in my comment! HA! I do love the idea of Sansa having this rape fantasy because of how fucked up her introduction to sexuality has been. I think it’s really believable and I did give a try at it with Moon Gates. I’m happy you enjoyed it. I just loved the idea that images of a much more explicit assault then the one she experienced at the BWB night with Sandor would come unbidden to her mind at night and that she’d be aroused about it, to her utter horror and shame. And then, Sandor making his appearance and taking her almost exactly as she had imagined was just the icing on the lemon cake. Anyways…
Those lines Sansa puts in Sandor mouth in your little story are horribly hot to me. I do share Sansa’s rape fantasy and that was just SO hot to me. You should write more. MORE! I want my quality dubcon… and noncon. I’d be super interested in a SanSan noncon story if it was well written and believable, as awful as some people might think it. One day, I think I’ll write my own. I already know exactly how it would go, from beginning to end. HA! I’d lose some readers for it but, hey, their problem. A woman needs to write what she wants, especially if none of it is available.
I'm sitting at my desk on a Sunday (writing a memo for work, ugh!!) but I refreshed my email every once in a while, hoping to get your reaction. You made me very happy!
I think I will try to expand this into a 2K smutfic once I get done with Marching Song, which is a much gentler fic sex wise. All my fics are pretty gentle. I admit I'm scared of the popular reaction. Plus plotting is my weakness, I just can't think of any good plots. I'm all flowery language, ugh!
For such a fandom as ours, you sure get a lot of moralizers. I don't quite understand the "I ship it in the future folks" because GRRM hasn't written the future so what's the shipping based on - future fanfics? I can't remember the last future fic I read that didn't twist Sansa into Dany (or worse, make her an author avatar!).
That has just haunted me! She participated in a fandom charity drive and I bid on her services, requesting a 10K continutation of the scrap. I think that was a little too much to ask of her.
So I hope you'll pick up the gauntlet! I would read the hell of that!
I’ve written this super fast while eating breakfast so please, expect a few mistakes and don’t be too harsh!
I have already read both RedCandle fics you linked here and enjoyed them very, very much. HA! You were hoping for a miracle with that 10 K fic demand. RedCandle is extremely talented and prolific but her fics are always so short!
I highly encourage you in trying your hand at a longer version of this little pervy, twisted fic. It’s already very good as it is and you could even post it on AO3 and fanfiction.net already, although if you plan on redoing it, I’d understand if you preferred to wait. You say plotting is your weakness but I don’t think this fic should be a problem for you. You don’t really need any plot for it. It could be as simple as: they are travelling together and Sansa trembles any time she hears him approach at nigh or fumble with his belt in the dark. She always thinks it’s going to happen tonight but it never does and when she wakes up in the morning, she’s like; “Phew! Thanks the god naught happened!” but yeah, we all would know the truth. And then it can end with her giving it up and masturbating. Anyway, you can do whatever you want but if you ever need some help, I’d be glad to be there.
Yeah about that ship in the future thing: remember that ‘friendly reminder that Sansa and Sandor are to be shipped in the future’ post on tumblr the other day? HA! That was such bullshit! Who was that person to tell us how to live our lives? Why shouldn’t I ship them as I like? SO ANNOYING!!!
Ah! I feel even more excited about my noncon fic now that I know you’d be interested in reading it! I’ll be truthful, that story I came with has been kind of obsessing me for a few months now. I think I’ll be working on it as soon as I’m done with the love philtre. *rubs hands together*
A prompt fill for you maroucia!
Scream and I swear I'll kill you. You got that, little bird? Sansa nods obediently, to the night air.
Be good or else I'm going to have to be real bad, she imagines him saying while lying face down on her bedroll, her body rutting against the mattress, her wrists behind the small of her back as if they were held there by force.
I love how your cunt clenches when you struggle. Come on, fight me harder. She squeezes her legs tightly as if squeezing that big, stiff thing. She pictured it, pumping into her, luxuriantly, as the wool of his breeches and his rough leather belt scrapped against her bared buttocks.
Fuck, I'm going to come in you.Oh Gods be good, that was the trick! The tension between what she should be wanting and what she wanted, warred briefly with each other and then quite suddenly she broke. On hand found that throbbing spot and stroked it furiously, while the other clamped over her mouth, strangling her filthy, mortifying moans. Between her legs, there was a pain. Everything had seized up inside of her, so tightly for a second that she panicked. This was nothing like before, the bar of soap that lingered a little too long between her legs, the long pulse of pleasure that would wake her up from her dreams in the middle of the night. Those hadn't hurt, hadn't made her stop breathing and wonder in the middle of it if a girl could die from coming.
"You alright?" a raspy voice muttered. She heard him turning towards her, looming above her, a big hand just above her shoulder but not touching it. She tried to keep the blush from rising to her cheeks but it was difficult. Her cheeks were pink naturally and if they hand't been, he was on top of her, breathing heavy and radiating heat like a furnace. She let out a pretend little moan, thick with sleep. It seemed to satisfy him and he rolled over, settling back into his bedroll.
The pulsing between her legs relaxed into a kind of syrupy warmth. When she moved, she could feel it, the slippery wetness - real and visceral- and not wholly about him.
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Those lines Sansa puts in Sandor mouth in your little story are horribly hot to me. I do share Sansa’s rape fantasy and that was just SO hot to me. You should write more. MORE! I want my quality dubcon… and noncon. I’d be super interested in a SanSan noncon story if it was well written and believable, as awful as some people might think it. One day, I think I’ll write my own. I already know exactly how it would go, from beginning to end. HA! I’d lose some readers for it but, hey, their problem. A woman needs to write what she wants, especially if none of it is available.
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I think I will try to expand this into a 2K smutfic once I get done with Marching Song, which is a much gentler fic sex wise. All my fics are pretty gentle. I admit I'm scared of the popular reaction. Plus plotting is my weakness, I just can't think of any good plots. I'm all flowery language, ugh!
For such a fandom as ours, you sure get a lot of moralizers. I don't quite understand the "I ship it in the future folks" because GRRM hasn't written the future so what's the shipping based on - future fanfics? I can't remember the last future fic I read that didn't twist Sansa into Dany (or worse, make her an author avatar!).
Redcandle17 wrote a great little fic scrap here:http://sansaxsandor.livejournal.com/68092.html
That has just haunted me! She participated in a fandom charity drive and I bid on her services, requesting a 10K continutation of the scrap. I think that was a little too much to ask of her.
So I hope you'll pick up the gauntlet! I would read the hell of that!
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http://redcandle17.livejournal.com/528219.html
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I have already read both RedCandle fics you linked here and enjoyed them very, very much. HA! You were hoping for a miracle with that 10 K fic demand. RedCandle is extremely talented and prolific but her fics are always so short!
I highly encourage you in trying your hand at a longer version of this little pervy, twisted fic. It’s already very good as it is and you could even post it on AO3 and fanfiction.net already, although if you plan on redoing it, I’d understand if you preferred to wait. You say plotting is your weakness but I don’t think this fic should be a problem for you. You don’t really need any plot for it. It could be as simple as: they are travelling together and Sansa trembles any time she hears him approach at nigh or fumble with his belt in the dark. She always thinks it’s going to happen tonight but it never does and when she wakes up in the morning, she’s like; “Phew! Thanks the god naught happened!” but yeah, we all would know the truth. And then it can end with her giving it up and masturbating. Anyway, you can do whatever you want but if you ever need some help, I’d be glad to be there.
Yeah about that ship in the future thing: remember that ‘friendly reminder that Sansa and Sandor are to be shipped in the future’ post on tumblr the other day? HA! That was such bullshit! Who was that person to tell us how to live our lives? Why shouldn’t I ship them as I like? SO ANNOYING!!!
Ah! I feel even more excited about my noncon fic now that I know you’d be interested in reading it! I’ll be truthful, that story I came with has been kind of obsessing me for a few months now. I think I’ll be working on it as soon as I’m done with the love philtre. *rubs hands together*
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