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03 March 2012 @ 02:01 am
the white walkers kink meme part deux  
hello my dears~

due to the demands of my beloved, i'm opening up TWW kink meme part deux :D

rules are the same as before!

RULES
all characters must be from the white walkers verse
leave a pairing in the comments below, along with an accompanying kink - eg, theon/robb, first time, jaime/cersei, bondage
- KINK ONLY, we have the ficathon for regular prompts and it's still active :D
- graphics and fanart is also accepted

xoxo

 
 
 
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:06 am (UTC)
jon c./rhaegar, homo denial
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:06 am (UTC)
ygritte/sansa (AHAHAHHA) - grief sex
the ricky the bartender fanatic.vorrothiel on March 3rd, 2012 03:58 am (UTC)
to take this pain away
Sansa has never kissed a girl before. She vaguely thinks it’s the same but with softer lips as she gently traces her finger tips on Ygritte’s cheek. She only wants to feel, only wants to feel. The bar edge is cutting into her back, Ygritte’s fingers pressing into her hips, reminding her of the reality, cutting into her thoughts, through the grief.

Her father is dead. Her brother is dead. Sansa could give herself over to despair, but she hasn’t before, she won’t now, and she pushes her tongue into Ygritte’s mouth, the answering moan filling her, sating her.

Her eyes flutter open, catching a glimpse of their hairs mixing, melding. Red on red, Sansa thinks, as Ygritte’s fingers don't hesitate slipping under her waistband.
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:06 am (UTC)
theon/robb, reunions
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:07 am (UTC)
arya/gendry, blood fetish
leah rebecca: Arya Starkbloodofpyke on March 3rd, 2012 03:05 am (UTC)
“Fuck.” The curse was low, hissed from Arya’s mouth as she craned her neck to get a look at her shoulder. “Fuck,” she said again, taking in the bruised and bloodied sight of herself in the mirror. She kicked off her jeans and glanced down, taking in the string of bruises down one thigh, the hairline cuts on the other, the blood standing out in droplets. It’s a fucking zombie apocalypse, she thought, making a grab at the whisky on the other side of the table. This is just a part of the package.

***

Gendry burst through the door minutes later (or was it hours? she couldn’t tell, it felt like she’d only just sat down, but the bottle was already half gone), his gun clattering to the floor (stupid, Arya thought, stupid, it could have gone off), calling Arya’s name before the door had even shut.

“Arya?” His voice was echoing off the walls and it was so loud, Arya wanted to put a pillow over her head. But she didn’t have a pillow, she only had a bottle of whisky, and that was how Gendry found her when he walked into the kitchen a second later. “Ary-oh my god, what the hell happened to you? Are you okay?”

“Just peachy,” she slurred back at him.

“Are you-are you drunk?”

She nodded. “If the shoe, you know, fits or whatever.”

He wanted to be mad, even she could see that, a muscle in his jaw was ticking away dangerously, like a little bomb hidden away inside him, but he stood there and took in the sight of her, half-undressed and injured, clutching her bottle like medicine, and he sighed, dropping into the chair across from her. “Pass that over,” he said, motioning for the bottle.

***

“We should probably clean you up,” Gendry muttered as the shadows creeped across the table. “You know, blood is bad,” he said, louder this time, straightening up and looking at meaningfully, like he was making sense.

“You’re drunk,” Arya tossed back. So am I though.

***

She didn’t remember how it happened, but suddenly they were stumbling into the bathroom, tugging off clothes, reaching behind the shower curtain to turn the water on.

The water seared as it pounded into them, and Arya almost moaned with how good it felt. I should probably shower more often, she mused as Gendry slipped his arms around her.

She tried to twist away from him--that had hurt, him touching one of her cuts--but crashed into the wall, which hurt even more. “Fine,” she said sullenly, turning back to him, lip jutted out in a pout.

Her eyes were closed against the blood, and suddenly Gendry was kissing her. Her eyes flew open then, though, and she thought about kicking him, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to kiss him, so she opened her mouth a little bit, enough for him to push his tongue through, and she pulled him closer closer closer until even the water couldn’t slide between them. His hair was blacker under all that wetness, and she wound strands of it in her fingers, scraping her teeth against his, against his lips under he shuddered underneath her.

The tiles were digging into her back, and she turned enough to realize that she was up, that Gendry had lifted her, and was now kissing her neck, his lips sliding up and down her skin, blood dripping down her body, the water around them turning pink. Her head crashed into the wall as she arched her back against him and suddenly he was in her, and she bit out a gasp against his head, fingernails digging into his shoulders. The water beat down on them, still scorching, and his hips thrust against hers, holding her to the wall, grinding her bones down to a fine dust. He kissed her again, and she bit at his mouth to keep from crying out, dragging her nails down his back, adding to the stream of red falling down into the water at their feet. He pushed against her, the heat between them leaving scorch marks, gripping her waist so hard it was like to leave a few more bruises. He leaned down and kissed her harder, teeth ramming into teeth, pulling away a second later when he finished, his forehead on hers, breathing out, “oh god.”

“Maybe I should get hurt more often,” Arya murmured against him, the words hot and fragile against his cheek.
(no subject) - mockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 03:20 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - juhlillith on March 25th, 2012 12:11 am (UTC) (Expand)
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:07 am (UTC)
jeyne/theon - voyeurism
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:07 am (UTC)
robb/jeyne - anal
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:08 am (UTC)
brienne/hyle, teacher/student
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:09 am (UTC)
alys/jon/ygritte - hcore threesome
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:09 am (UTC)
jaqen/melisandre, shadow babies somehow
the ricky the bartender fanatic.vorrothiel on March 3rd, 2012 10:40 pm (UTC)
black and blue codes
The man thrusts and the woman groans, hips snapping up to meet him. She is wet and hot, hot, burning, hair spread out likes the spitting and licking flames of a fire. The moonlight casts shadows everywhere, and he can’t see color, sees only the blue light and the dark shadows and feels her tight and moving beneath him.

His hand grips her wrist, forcing it by her head, marking her with his nails, marking her for tomorrow with the bruises. The woman grins, lipstick staining her lips dark, teeth a shiny glimmer between them. Her right hand reaches up and tightens around his throat as she throws him off of her, climbing back on top. Her fingers curl around his cock as she straddles him, teasing him by hovering inches above him.

The man controls himself as the woman sinks down slowly, taking him in, and in a moment of weakness, the man moans. His fingers brush past her clit and the woman hisses, her hands as quick as snakes as she pins his arms to his side. She is in control and the man gives in.

Their shadows are dancing, moving, colliding across the blank slates of the ceiling and walls. They are alive, as dark as the night, more alive than the walkers outside, more alive than the people casting them. Shadows overcome the room, filling it with their darkness.
Re: black and blue codes - mind_conundrum on March 3rd, 2012 11:10 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: black and blue codes - bloodofpyke on March 4th, 2012 03:03 am (UTC) (Expand)
the ricky the bartender fanatic.vorrothiel on March 3rd, 2012 02:10 am (UTC)
jon/jeyne, guilt and blame and shame oh my!
the ricky the bartender fanatic.vorrothiel on March 3rd, 2012 02:11 am (UTC)
robb: "have you ever done it"
theon: "done what"
robb: "have sex in the tower?"
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:11 am (UTC)
loras/renly/willas, WELCOME TO THE PARTY
the ricky the bartender fanatic.vorrothiel on March 3rd, 2012 02:12 am (UTC)
ygritte/willas, "you really know nothing"
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:12 am (UTC)
loras/renly, first time in this verse
the ricky the bartender fanatic.vorrothiel on March 3rd, 2012 02:13 am (UTC)
willas/jaqen, empty spaces
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:13 am (UTC)
stannis/mel - pregnancy
leah rebecca: Theon Greyjoybloodofpyke on March 3rd, 2012 02:13 am (UTC)
theon/asha - home alone & someone's afraid of the dark (yeah idk either)
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:13 am (UTC)
davos/selyse - left behind
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:14 am (UTC)
asha/petyr - who's in charge
the ricky the bartender fanatic.vorrothiel on March 3rd, 2012 02:15 am (UTC)
theon/jeyne/robb, from the windows to the walls
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 3rd, 2012 02:16 am (UTC)
jaime/cersei - sex and then death yes good
the ricky the bartender fanatic.vorrothiel on March 3rd, 2012 02:17 am (UTC)
rhaegar/jon c. CONSUMMATION OF THEIR LOVE
goblindaughter on March 3rd, 2012 02:17 am (UTC)
Obara/Tyene, because why the hell not, we're all going to die anyway
this town is hardly worth our timeghostinsweats on March 3rd, 2012 02:18 am (UTC)
jeyne/theon, bruises
the ricky the bartender fanatic.vorrothiel on March 3rd, 2012 02:19 am (UTC)
areo/areo "if i could run into my own arms, i would"