#sansa is a lesbian

[jonsahater4live]

ned stark has absolutely no understanding of sexual undertones. and modern! ned used to read baby sansa books as goodnight storys, they read together everything from baby books to children novels, until one day when sansa was 8 she said that in school girls were talking about twilight and she wanted it to be they’re next book to read together. ned got as soon as possible on his computer from 1998 (he doesn’t understand the internet and only got an iphone when his old nohkia was broken out of pressure from his children) and searched for the book, as he read the description he found it really inappropriate for such a young girl to be read this to, but he wanted to fulfill her wish of a vampire novel. so he settled on interview with the vampire! they read the book through and sansa loved it, ned was happy about it and didn’t even thought about moments like the little boy humping the vampires leg while being sucked out. they got to the next novel the vampire lestad but halfway through catelyn decided to search on the internet these books, she told ned that he couldn’t read it to sansa because of all the blood, abusive relationship, character death, incest and of course sexual undertones, they decided she could read it when she was older.

on her 14 birthday, ned decided to gift sansa all the books from the vampire chronicles but sansa already read them through when she was elven at they’re local library. to this day she says these books made her the lesbian she is today

[elainiisms]

she may not be a lesbian in canon, but she is a lesbian in my heart

[regulesbian]

rhaenicent walked and failed so sansaery could run and fail too 🫶

[freakassfemme]

(Smut/Drabble) Is It Casual Now? CisF! Reader x Yara Greyjoy

Summary: Y/N, a member of Yara's crew and longtime fling, finds herself struggling to face the reality of the Ironborn serving a Targaryen tyrant, especially after Yara's confession.

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST! It's horny but it's sad. Oral sex, f/f, lesbianism (but that's a blessing), angsty sex, sad sex, crying

A/N: YES the title is based off of Casual by Chappell Roan. Every time I listen to it I can't help but imagine something angsty with Yara.

NO MINORS BEYOND THIS POINT

The boat crashing against the rage of the sea only slammed your hips farther onto Yara's fingers as you struggled to keep yourself upright. Her hips worked some to hold you in place on top of the crate you sat upon, but still you tethered yourself on a rope hanging from the ceiling of the steerage.

Your moans were partially washed out by the creaking of the boat and partially by the way she smothered your lips in her own, and when she groaned back into you, your hand dropped and wrapped around her neck, deepening the kiss in a clash of teeth and tongue.

This wasn't unusual for the two of you. You'd been the only female member of her crew for quite some time, and like any of the men on board, you two preferred to find solace in the arms of a woman. It had never been anything serious, and it had always been something kept mostly private. Yara loved good company, but with a member of her crew could put her authority in jeopardy.

However, there was something unusual about the way Yara's mouth wandered to your neck. There was something entirely unusual about the way that she, rather than a simple bite on the shoulder to stifle her own noises, worked a deliberate mark right at the base of your jaw. In all three years of your little secret, Yara had never made such intentions present.

This new sensation pulled little gasps from you that floated right to Yara's spine, sending a shiver down it, so she continued placing her claim at the base of your throat, in the dip of your neck, under your ear, creating bruises that eventually washed to the other side of your throat as well.

Her fingers pumped ferociously inside of you, carelessly bruising every sweet spot like it was her last moments on this earth. When you cried out against her, she cooed into your ear so sweetly that you couldn't even form the words to tell her to stop (not that you would want to).

"Are you going to cum for me, sweetheart?" She whispered into your ear, and you shuddered, letting out a breathy laugh.

"N-no," you said, knowing it was the complete opposite of the truth. It was impossible for you to not to, especially when you knew she could feel the way you pulsed around her fingers, the way you gushed into her palm with every push, and the twitch of your thighs with every gentle curl.

"I don't think so," you murmured, letting a teasing smile slip.

Yara shook her head, chuckling and digging her fingers into a particular spot that had you almost jumping out of your seat. She watched, lips parted as your head fell back against the wall of the ship and your eyes fought not to squeeze shut.

"Your cunt is telling me a different story," she growled. She pressed her hand into your lower stomach, building another toe-curling pressure inside you as she held you in place. She kissed you sweetly after you let out a small cry, then sank to her knees.

You watched as Yara turned her focus to mouth at your clit, the vulnerability in her kneeling not slipping past you. The admiration in her eyes, the intensity of her passion - these things did not go unnoticed, and you felt your eyes begin to water. Tingles worked their way up your shoulder, and your ears rang as she pulled moan after moan from you. Your fingers dug into the crate, and you looked down at her with flushed cheeks.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but every other beat pulled a painful chord in your chest, and Yara could feel the way you began to choke up. Her hand slipped down to rub your thigh affectionately, but you instinctively grabbed it, interlacing your fingers.

Your eyes began to burn and blur as salty tears slipped down your rosy cheeks, and Yara squeezed your hand, watching the way you rested your other hand over your forehead, too mixed up between the climaxing pleasure and your longing heart to stay still.

"Yara," you whimpered out, "I'm, I'm-" But you couldn't get it out. It was all too much, the banging in your chest, the way Yara's fingers opened you up as easily as two flower petals, the way she made out with your sex like it was the love of her life, the way she had made it obvious to anyone who looked at you for the next week what had happened, and how they would know exactly who did it--

-- if you made it to the end of the week.

Tensions were high in all parts of the world, and the recent alliance between the Iron Islands and Daenerys Stormborn had completed changed the basis of the Ironborn way of life, and every member of the fleet in particular was feeling the effects of it.

Being pulled so far away from home, losing friends and family members too far from the sea to even retrieve them, and now you were following the trail of the dead with Yara to meet the queen who had started all of this, who had threatened and reconstructed an ancient way of life.

"What do you mean you don't want to go?" Yara stuttered, looking at you in disbelief. "That's not your decision to make, Y/N."

You stood on the other side of the room, running your hands through your hair. Your fight had echoed through the halls of Pyke until Yara had had enough and pulled you into a private room, but even now, passerby stopped to listen in.

It wasn't that you were a particularly disobedient soldier. You had always trusted Yara with your life, obeyed every command, even if that meant returning to her drenched in blood and void of emotion. She was your Captain, your Queen, and you had promised your life to her.

"Why are you serving her?" You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. "She's not even Ironborn, and you've known her for all but a few weeks, and now you've bent the knee?"

"Y/N," Yara stepped forward cautiously, but you waved her off, stepping back. She could feel the heat radiating off of you, feel the anger ripping at the air, threatening the foundation of this offhand non-commitment commitment you had to each other.

"No, Yara!" You exclaimed, "I won't go off to die in the middle of some fucking sea-less dessert for some woman I've never met!"

"She is the Dragon Queen!" Yara argued back, slowly letting her own temper slip from her. "She is the breaker of chains! She will bring no harm to the islands - you know I would not allow that."

You turned to her, eyes burning with rage, and met her face.

"Oh, but you have so willingly sacrificed everything the Ironborn stand for and everything we are for her!" You screamed. Yara stared fiercely down at you, though she did not respond. "And for what? What do we receive in return?"

Still, Yara said nothing. This irritated you even further, so you went further, going so far as to push Yara back. She let you, still quiet.

"You cannot kill another Ironborn, so what, you've taken to dragging us far away and drowning us all in her name?" You hissed. "What has she promised you? Or are you truly just so wound up in some foreign woman's cunt you would erase everything we have worked for?"

You went to push her again, but Yara grabbed on to your wrists. She dragged you forward, bringing you until you were so close you thought she might kiss you if it weren't for the circumstances.

For a long moment, you stared at each other, rage stirring and boiling at the very sight of each other, at the implications you had grown to believe about each other during this fight.

Then, Yara opened her mouth.

Nothing came out at first, simply a few stuttered breaths, then a glance away. And though you had quite a few times before worked Yara up to the point of chosen silence, never had you rendered Yara speechless.

Then, she looked back down at you, and swallowed thickly. Her expression had changed, twisted into a much more somber one.

"If I die out there," she whispered, "I cannot die without you."

[g0lightly]

Planning the Jon/Satin arc for my longfic focused on Brienne/Sansa and I simply have to speak my truth

[carrion-corvus]

Queen in the North

[p0rkbun]

"She's a princess and you're an ogre, that's something no amount of potions is ever going to change"

"But I love her.."

"If you really love her, you'll let her go"

Female characters that interprets "but i love her"; Wanda Maximoff, Rebekah Mikaelson, Rosalie Hale, Sansa Stark, Daniela Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Mileena, Mikasa Ackerman, Amanda Young, Alicent Hightower, Sam Carpenter, Rin Yamaoka, Carrie White, Jean Grey, Rogue, Rachel Roth, Mal Bertha, Maki Harukawa, Mukuro Ikusaba

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[la-pheacienne]

Y'all. Probably the most UNIVERSALLY ACCEPTED criticism against grrm is the abundance of gratuitous extreme sexual violence against women in asoiaf. GoT doubled down on that and is endlessly criticized for that. On the ONE (1) INSTANCE where sexual violence was NOT part of a female character's arc in grrm's work, HotD decided to introduce it as a means of giving "nuance" to a story and making a character more sympathetic. And now not only is this not considered a sexist narrative but on top of that you call this an inspired twist ffs I'm gonna eat my hair

[helaenarts]

Mya Stone quick sketch

[um-weird-flex-but-ok]

The only thing that would make asoiaf and its various tv adaptations better would be if George R.R. Martin had all the pretty girls kiss each other on the mouth. There’s a criminally low level of lesbianism that I personally think, if rectified, could only further elevate what is already great

[muiltifandomnerd]

I rather Sansa be a lesbian instead of marrying grown men

[aeriondripflame]

and if i said my dream winds of winter is wlw sansa and mya stone as a reverse lesbian parallel of nedbert then what

[a-menaceinpink]

margaery and sansa should've had a fling. we deserved it. and sansa deserved something nice in KL

[freakassfemme]

[i'll crawl home to her] pt 2: shut the fuck up - yara greyjoy x brienne of tarth

Summary: Brienne of Tarth, after escaping the grasp of the Ironborn queen, finds herself wandering back to Yara Greyjoy instead of the safety offered to her at Winterfell.

Warnings: smut (nothing too raunchy yet tho), lesbianism (but that's a blessing), drinking, swearing, canon divergence, etc.,

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: PLEASE THEY HAVE SO MUCH CHEMISTRY IM SHAKING IN MY FUCKING BOOTS! I need to make them fuck. I will make them fuck LMFAO. But for now ridiculous flirting and bickering and arguing and jealousy and angry Brienne. Let them eat cake.

NO MINORS BEYOND THIS POINT

For what seemed like an incredibly long lapse of time, Yara stared at the knight, expression unreadable.

Brienne's stomach flipped as Yara's eyes raked over Brienne and the red-headed woman from top to bottom, then back up to Brienne's face. Still, she said nothing, didn't even seem to feel anything.

Yara turned back to the blonde woman in her lap.

Brienne watched in almost disbelief as Yara wrapped her other arm around the woman, pulling her aggressively down on to her own fingers. Brienne watched as the blonde arched her back further, letting out a loud moan that elicited laughs from other visitors in the tavern.

Then, Yara laughed flatly, smiling without her eyes. She spoke to a man behind her, gesturing him over, and soon, a crowd of men formed around Yara and the blonde. They took turns verbally teasing her as Yara worked her up, all the while completely ignoring Brienne and her gaping stare.

Gods above, Yara was a shameless fuck.

The redhead turned then, stopping her assault on Brienne's neck, to let her attention follow the crowd. Brienne tore her eyes away from Yara and down to the woman. She winched a bit at the soreness on her throat, but quickly covered up her discomfort as the woman turned back to her.

"Cecilia always get herself into the most fun," she whispered giddily, only a twinge of jealously in her words. "She's the lady's favorite."

Ah, so Yara was a regular here now. Enough to be well-known amongst the prostitutes.

How pleasant, Brienne thought to herself, not bothering to hide the annoyance on her face but trying to ignore the uneasy pull in her throat.

Thankfully, the redheaded woman did not notice, and instead pranced off, enticed by Yara and Cecilia just as much as all the others. Brienne, on the other hand, kept her distance, though even she could not look away from the spectacle.

"That's a good girl," she heard Yara coo, almost tauntingly, and over the heads of the people, she could see Yara pressing her hand against Cecilia's lower stomach, pushing her back just enough to allow others to watch Cecilia's so obviously dripping cunt fall on to Yara's waiting fingers.

The men laughed at Cecilia's responsive whine, and Brienne felt her ears turn red. Not only at the outrageous display, but at Yara's obvious efforts to seem unconcerned Brienne's presence and make a show out of it all. It irritated Brienne to no end, especially when she considered how much different Yara had looked at her when she was sitting on Brienne's lap.

"Ah, shit," Yara cursed. Her head fell forward, brown locks framing their panting faces as the two ground their hips against each other in an almost perfect sync.

Brienne worked her fingers inside Yara, curving them into her and running her thumb over her clit, just as Yara had showed her to.

"Like this?" Brienne asked, eyes watching Yara's face for any reaction. Their hips pushed Brienne's fingers impossibly deeper, and Yara groaned loudly. She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded frantically, hand pressed to the bedframe behind Brienne's head.

"God, yes," Yara moaned.

A loud wail snapped Brienne out of her thoughts. She shifted uncomfortably in her spot, almost cringing at Cecilia's pitch as she climaxed in Yara's hand, though Brienne swore if she hadn't been watching, she would've thought Yara slaughtered a cow instead.

"Good heavens," Brienne muttered to herself. She rolled her eyes and pushed herself off of the wall as Cecilia was whisked off Yara's lap, now free for the other men now that Yara had had her first dibs.

The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving Yara drinking her ale. She would've looked nonchalant if Brienne hadn't memorized the stiffness of her shoulders and if she wasn't white-knuckling her stein.

Brienne worked her way to Yara's table, walking around the side of it to stop across from her, where their eyes could meet if only Yara would fucking look up.

They both stayed silent for a long moment, letting the intensity bloat itself until it was insufferable and suffocating the two. Brienne's breathing grew heavy again, and the tips of her fingers trembled where Yara couldn't see them. Yara, on the other hand, set her cup down and ran the soiled tip of her own finger around the rim. Brienne wrinkled her nose, then opened her mouth to speak.

"Is this where you've ended up, then?" Yara said, beating her to the chase, just as she always did.

Slowly, Yara looked up at her, letting hungry, steel-colored eyes meet Brienne's uneasy blues. Brienne's breath caught in her throat.

"I have to admit, I'm surprised, I didn't think this type of work was really your thing."

"Oh shut the fuck up."

Brienne snapped out of her anxiety at Yara's accusation, and she rolled her eyes. She pulled the chair across from Yara back and fell into it. Yara chuckled and propped her feet up on the table, leaning back casually, territorially. She put her hands up in a satirical surrender.

"I yield, my lady!" She said, looking over Brienne intensely, eyes still holding that unreadable blankness that made Brienne's stomach churn.

"Ser," Brienne corrected.

"Right," Yara said, smiling dangerously. "You're a knight now, aren't you?"

Brienne nodded slowly, glancing away from Yara's predatory gaze. Yara's eyes widened, nodding condescendingly as if praising Brienne for being correct.

"And I am the lady," she corrected, raising her cup up before taking a hefty swig. Still, she never looked away, watching Brienne over the rim of her stein. Brienne did not speak, and so Yara set her cup down.

With a loud thump, her feet dropped to the floor. It took the table, and Brienne jumped, looking up at Yara. She watched as Yara's legs spread, taking up more space, and Yara leaned her arm back against the rest of her chair.

"What are you doing here then, Brienne?" Yara asked, voice lower but still holding that icy tone that sent chills down Brienne's back.

Yara didn't say the obvious, but Brienne felt it floating in the air between them, hovering stagnantly.

You should've known better than to come back.

"Did the Starks send you on another goose chase, sweetheart?"

Brienne stiffened at the term of endearment. She folded her hands in her lap and shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She took a long breath, then leaned back, trying to exude some confidence of her own.

"I have been relieved of my duties to the Starks," Brienne said, finally speaking.

She grinned, taking in Brienne's nervousness like fuel for her own ego.

"And how did you accomplish that one?" Yara asked. "The Starks are not people who.. let go so easily, as I'm sure you know."

Brienne bit her lip, glancing away again.

"I had other business to attend to."

Yara raised her eyebrows in surprise. She chuckled and then ran her tongue over her teeth.

"Business so important that Brienne of Tarth broke her oath?"

"I did not break my oath," Brienne snapped, "I was relieved of my duty."

"Right," Yara said, face falling bank to that empty slate. Brienne shuddered. "I'll have to send Sansa my regards. You do have a way of worming your way out of duty."

Fuck, there it was.

Now it was Brienne's turn to chuckle. Still a bit drunken, she covered her mouth with a single finger, then pointed at Yara as she spoke.

"I still can't believe you really thought I was really going to leave the Starks for you," Brienne said, halfway amused.

"Yet, here you are," Yara said, smirk growing wider. "Not your smartest idea, I must admit."

"Which part?" Brienne challenged, leaning froward. "Fucking you? Lying to you? Or coming back?"

Yara's eyes narrowed.

"I could have your head for treason," Yara said.

"I never swore an oath to you."

"You implied-"

"I. Never. Swore. An. Oath. To. You," Brienne hissed. She glared at Yara as she annunciated every word. Yara stared back, sucking on her teeth with a cold expression. "You cannot execute me for betraying a queen I do not serve."

"I could have your head anyways."

Brienne tried to suppress a laugh at the double meaning Yara had not-so-purposefully slipped into her words. Yara furrowed her eyebrows, then rolled her eyes.

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Yara said, taking a drink of her ale and relaxing back into her seat.

"I didn't say anything," Brienne said, still smiling cheekily.

"No, I'm sure your mouth was preoccupied."

Brienne chuckled, shrugging. "Not the way you were."

Yara's eyebrows went up again, and a cocky smirk bloomed across her face. Brienne's cheeks went red at her own realization. Her heart jumped as the tables turned, catching Brienne's words this time and the realization the followed them.

Yara tilted her head, laughing softly in slight disbelief.

"I knew you watched."

[g0lightly]

jon 🤝 sansa

having gay thoughts about the lannisters

Inspired by this tweet about Jon's description of Jaime in AGOT which reminded me that Sansa also paid close attention to Cersei's beauty and eye color in ACOK. Personally I love to headcanon Jon and Sansa as the token queer siblings but between this and the fact that they both have oblivious crushes on androgynous dark-haired bastards of the same sex (Satin and Mya*) in their respective locations at present makes me wonder if that's GRRM's headcanon too 😭

*Jon's interest in Satin is more obvious but I've written about Sansa's (apparent) attraction to Mya and how it parallels Jaime's initial thoughts about Brienne here. Funny enough, that analysis also includes a connection to Cersei lol.

[15-lizards]

Margaery and Renly: