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16 March 2012 @ 11:57 pm
G A M E O F T H R O N E S K I N K M E M E  

- all characters must be from george r. r. martin's a song of ice and fire's series or the hbo adaption game of thrones
- leave a pairing in the comments, along with an accompanying kink - eg jaime/cersei, voyeurism, theon/robb, oral.
- graphics and fanart are also accepted
- no hate pleeease, we don't all love the same ships but let's not bash because of it :)
- multiple fills are encouraged

SEE: asoiafkinkmeme

unityfic: NYX femunityfic on March 21st, 2012 03:42 pm (UTC)
Arianne/Tyene, spanking, strap-ons

Edited at 2012-03-21 09:00 pm (UTC)
oximore: Misfits - Simonoximore on March 21st, 2012 05:14 pm (UTC)
Theon/Robb – bloodplay
Theon never really had a taste for it, but it made Robb wild.
♕youremyqueen on March 21st, 2012 07:40 pm (UTC)
Re: Theon/Robb – bloodplay
unf. yes.
dark_angelisdark_angelis on March 21st, 2012 05:23 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Cersei, pegging
(Anonymous) on March 24th, 2012 11:40 pm (UTC)
Somebody needs to write this!
dark_angelisdark_angelis on March 21st, 2012 07:01 pm (UTC)
Aerys/Jaime, Jaime looks just like his mother.
oximore: Nimuehoximore on March 21st, 2012 07:06 pm (UTC)
Red/Theon {crossover with Once Upon a Time}

Theon should probably stop with his infatuation with wolves but Red is good at tracking down what she wants.

adirtyangeladirtyangel on March 22nd, 2012 04:59 pm (UTC)
Re: Red/Theon {crossover with Once Upon a Time}
Oh god, this! Someone please write it!
Re: Red/Theon {crossover with Once Upon a Time} - juno_chan on March 23rd, 2012 11:02 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Red/Theon {crossover with Once Upon a Time} - juno_chan on March 24th, 2012 05:35 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Red/Theon {crossover with Once Upon a Time} - oximore on March 24th, 2012 10:01 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Red/Theon {crossover with Once Upon a Time} - juno_chan on March 24th, 2012 05:48 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Red/Theon {crossover with Once Upon a Time} - oximore on March 24th, 2012 10:19 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Red/Theon {crossover with Once Upon a Time} - juno_chan on March 24th, 2012 10:27 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Red/Theon {crossover with Once Upon a Time} - oximore on March 24th, 2012 10:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
♕youremyqueen on March 21st, 2012 07:37 pm (UTC)
Margaery/Cersei, hate!sex pretty please?
margaeryrainbowmargaeryrainbow on March 21st, 2012 10:10 pm (UTC)
you will call me queen.
It hadn't started this way. Margaery had summoned her as though she thought she was in charge. Cersei had snorted her insults at the Tyrell girl, but she'd paid no heed to them. It was as though she was a unintelligent as she looked, and just didn't understand them, but Cersei knew better than to believe all of that. Especially a the girl ran her tongue up Cersei stomach, between her breasts and along her throat. It was as though she was claiming her, and Cersei would not be claimed, especially not by a girl so green she matched the color of her hideous family.

They hadn't even made it to the bed.

She would not kiss her. No. That wouldn't convey what was in her mind. She gripped Margaery's wrists and pinned them over her head with one hand, and Margaery smirked. That simply wouldn't do. She plunged down, sucking at the girl's necking harshly before biting. Margaery made a sound that sounded like a moan. She dropped her other hand to Margaery's already slick entrance and plunged inside. The sound the girl made next solved the mystery of Margaery's maidenhead. She squirmed against her and whimpered, but the queen would not relent. If this girl thought she had any power over her, she was wrong.

"I own you," Cersei grolwed, rubbing her fingers against Margaery roughly. She would not be affectionate, and she didn't care if she hurt the girl. Margaery came with a loud cry, but the guards around the castle knew by not not to enter any room she was in without permission if they didn't want their heads on spikes. She released the girls hands, and noticed the faint traces of purple bruises where she'd gripped her. She wiped her hand off on the sheets and stood up. Margaery was staring at the ceiling before she looked over at Cersei, and the queen was satisfied to see that the look in her eyes resembled fear.

"You will not call upon me around my time for sleep again," she said coolly. Margaery nodded.

"Yes, my Queen."

Cersei smiled, pulled her dress back up and approached the door. "In the future," she said, not looking back. "Should you need assisstance, you will visit my bedchambers."

"Yes, my Queen."

Edited at 2012-03-21 10:11 pm (UTC)
Re: you will call me queen. - youremyqueen on March 21st, 2012 10:16 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: you will call me queen. - margaeryrainbow on March 21st, 2012 10:17 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on March 21st, 2012 07:48 pm (UTC)
Older!Bran/Meera - working around his disability.
(Anonymous) on March 21st, 2012 08:08 pm (UTC)
Arya x Gendry. Fighting that leads to sex.
(Anonymous) on March 21st, 2012 09:15 pm (UTC)
oh god this. THIS.
FIRST GO - birdflynorth on March 22nd, 2012 02:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FIRST GO - juhlillith on March 22nd, 2012 03:50 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FIRST GO - dizzy_whore on March 22nd, 2012 08:18 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FIRST GO - (Anonymous) on March 23rd, 2012 03:46 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FIRST GO - cheeve on March 26th, 2012 10:23 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FIRST GO - smittenskitten on April 17th, 2012 09:11 pm (UTC) (Expand)
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 21st, 2012 08:10 pm (UTC)
cersei x theon - au in which tywin did successfully betroth the two
this town is hardly worth our time: [act] i wanted to be the greatestghostinsweats on March 23rd, 2012 04:21 am (UTC)
i'm your national anthem

He's not the kind of king she wanted. The ironmen don't respect him, propped up by Lannisters on a chair he barely sits on and she doesn't either (could she ever, this fierce lovely brute of a queen). He likes to think she had a fondness for him, of sorts but as he watches her now, standing above him, curling around him like a snake, he wonders if that was courtesy too, Southron courtesy. He was raised at Winterfell, of course. He doesn't understand.

She'd done him the favor of fucking him beforehand, a final touch, he thought--lions were different from wolves, all games and touches and courtesies. Robb had been rough but he had never, tricked, never lied, never known how--but he is dead, dead and it doesn't matter. She had sunk her teeth into his shoulder, watched him as he collapsed on the bed afterward, sated and it was only after that he felt his breath grow tight.

She wouldn't stay in Pyke, he knows that, a queen would want to go back to King's Landing and how else? They say she murdered her first husband, but he never thought about that. He'd never cared.

He had taken her, roughly, her back to him, when he'd first heard about Robb, killed at the Twins, murdered. I should have been with him, he'd thought, I should have died with him, almost regretted his decision. But he was here, the blood of Pyke and it was empty and then later, weeks later (months? days?) he is lying on the bed and he thinks back to the drink Cersei had given him at dinner and fucking bitch, he thinks, as his breath goes but a queen will not stay in Pyke and I should have died with him.
(no subject) - mockyrfears on March 23rd, 2012 01:39 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 21st, 2012 08:11 pm (UTC)
sansa x theon, she'll be queen one day
Sashabirdflynorth on March 22nd, 2012 03:19 pm (UTC)
Kraken of mine; I'll howl you down, scream as I spear you with my crown
Sansa ran her fingers through her red hair, pulling out any stray knots. She felt as if she was being watched, and spun around to the sight of Theon.
Bastard traitor.
'You're beautiful, you know?'
'I'll be queen one day, you know? And you won't be able to speak to me like that. Not after what you've done, taking down my father's home. I'll hunt you down, and I'll slice your head off with the tips of my crown.'
Theon looked unfazed, and he raised his damaged finger.
'You're beautiful. Can you not hear me? YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!' Theon crossed the room and raised his hand to slap Sansa, but she caught him.
'I've had it once. I am not who I used to be,' Sansa's eyes seemed to turn darker.
'And I am not beautiful. I am the wolf, and I am not scared of you Theon. I used to play with you when I was little. I am not afraid.'
Theon took Sansa's hands, and she realised she had lied. She was afraid.
'Will you let me kiss you?' Theon asked tentatively, rubbing his thumb over her lips.
'Why would I?' Sansa felt the little tingle as her senses were blown by the simply feeling of his long fingers tracing her out, ask if he were wiping off the dust.
'To remind me that we're both human.'
Sansa nodded in assent and closed her eyes as Theon kissed her. His lips were surprisingly soft, although they were frozen by the snows of Winterfell. Sansa slowly kissed him back, letting her teeth clash slightly with his, but she was okay. Amongst the sheer absurdity of this, she was liking the little tingles of Theon against her. Theon let his hand slip between Sansa's thighs, amongst the heavy fabric of her North dress, letting his lips fall the her smooth neck.
Sansa lead him to the bed, and felt him submit to her will, to the slightest push of her fingers.

He realised he was drowning.
What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger.
Theon intended to show who was boss, but decided that against this radiant, almost dig-mad girl, it would be impossible. So he drowned in her, submitting to her.
Forgot Theon.
Forgot Reek.
Forgot everything, forgot that he was one of the ironborn.
All he could think of was her, and the shiver of her spine in the cold.
Everything was so cold, but for some reason, the cold of the North was a comfort in the memory of the fire that had once licked the bedposts of this very bed, now creaking in the wind.
Sansa bit Theon's lip, drawing blood as he gave her his all.

The queen, for a queen she was, a queen in the North -
She accepted the gift of the Kraken graciously, a simple cold breath enough.


'There's a reason why they're all scared of you now,' Theon said, tracing his fingers up and down the strong bone of Sansa's spine.
'Mmm. You're quite scary, really.'
Sansa flipped Theon over, and burnt him.
'I said I would be queen one day. And don't think any of this will stop me from making you bleed.'
Sansa took a small knife from her side drawer, and cut Theon's skin slightly of his neck.
He did not flinch.
'Promise?' he said, the cocky Greyjoy once more.
'Oh yes. I swear on it.'
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 21st, 2012 08:13 pm (UTC)
theon x robb with jon as an unseen voyeur
oximore: Tamoximore on March 21st, 2012 09:36 pm (UTC)
yes please
(no subject) - auntcol on March 27th, 2012 12:27 am (UTC) (Expand)
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 21st, 2012 08:17 pm (UTC)
jon x samwell, warmth
(Anonymous) on March 21st, 2012 09:19 pm (UTC)
Melisandre/Stannis, in the Winterfell godswood after reuniting upon Stannis's victory over the Boltons. Kink level is all up to you!
bela0103bela0103 on March 21st, 2012 10:57 pm (UTC)
I didn't know I wanted 'till I saw this!
♕youremyqueen on March 21st, 2012 09:47 pm (UTC)
jon/robb/theon, with jon and robb topping the hell out of theon.
(Anonymous) on March 21st, 2012 10:10 pm (UTC)
Omg, someone please fill this!
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(no subject) - katakokk on March 24th, 2012 07:28 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - vainilla on March 28th, 2012 06:14 pm (UTC) (Expand)
jon/robb/theon mini-fill - (Anonymous) on April 4th, 2012 07:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: jon/robb/theon mini-fill - youremyqueen on April 4th, 2012 04:32 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: jon/robb/theon mini-fill - (Anonymous) on April 5th, 2012 08:10 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: jon/robb/theon mini-fill - thefreshapple on April 5th, 2012 06:11 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: jon/robb/theon mini-fill - (Anonymous) on April 5th, 2012 08:10 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: jon/robb/theon mini-fill - smittenskitten on April 21st, 2012 09:43 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: jon/robb/theon mini-fill - poose78 on April 22nd, 2012 05:43 pm (UTC) (Expand)
oximore: Misfits - Simonoximore on March 21st, 2012 10:10 pm (UTC)
Theon/Robb – Multiple orgasms
sometimes they're so hungy they just can't stop
凯茜kathy~☆: Liz 10 [i rule this planet of ours]katakokk on March 24th, 2012 07:28 am (UTC)
Re: Theon/Robb – Multiple orgasms
Yes, yes, yes please!
Sarah: Jaime Beardiorwen107 on March 21st, 2012 10:53 pm (UTC)
Sansa/Jaime/Brienne threesome
Laine Montgomerylainemontgomery on March 23rd, 2012 04:31 am (UTC)
[This is the porniest thing I've ever written. It's just pure smut, and idek. Ya been warned.]

The Lady's Guard: Part One

She must take a husband, her lords insist again and again. The political landscape of Westeros, and the North especially, is still in turmoil- surely she must want a companion, an ally. Surely a husband would make her feel safe.

The Lady of Winterfell only laughs at these suppositions; she’s forged her way North, fought a war, re-established her family’s stronghold with no help from a husband. She finds empowerment and security quite on her own.

But as she lies here in the massive bed modeled after the one that once belonged to her father, with the warm bodies of her Commanders, both Lord and Lady, on either side, she can’t help but feel quite safe indeed.

Sansa reclines on the pillows and turns her face upward to be kissed, and both Commanders oblige: Jaime with eager, demanding lips and a presumptuous tongue, Brienne more gentle and hesitant. She smoothes her palms over their chests and nearly giggles at the similarity; both broad and muscled and flat, the only real difference being the sprinkling of fair hair on Jaime’s. On a wicked whim, she takes one of Brienne’s nipples between her fingertips and pinches. The other woman releases a soft moan, which Jaime echoes, his teeth closing over Sansa’s earlobe. She leans her hip into him and feels his hardness growing- well, why not? She’s slick as can be, and if the flush on Brienne’s cheeks and collarbone is any indication, the Maid of Tarth is not far behind.

Jaime moves down on the bed, nodding at Brienne to follow. He parts Sansa’s legs with his golden hand, and she quivers with anticipation- but then a delay, as he whispers instructions to Brienne. She’s growing impatient, and her foot begins to tap on the mattress; Jaime just catches her leg in his left hand and presses a kiss to her ankle before returning his attention to Brienne.

Finally, he leans in and captures the Lady Commander’s mouth in a fierce, wild kiss. Sansa marvels over the difference between this and the sweet, tentative kisses she’d received from Brienne- their tongues lash together as frantically as their swords, and the Lady of Winterfell feels a little twinge in her sex when Brienne bites down on Jaime’s lip.

She soon realizes that there’s another reason for the twinge- as his lips and tongue work over Brienne’s mouth, he’s managed to insinuate her hand between Sansa’s legs, guiding Brienne’s fingers into their lady’s cunt. “Like this,” she hears him whisper, and her head falls back when Brienne establishes a pulsing rhythm.

A soft pressure on her clit, and she cries aloud. Jaime’s tongue draws slow, deliberate circles around the nub of flesh and nerves- she can feel her wetness combining with his saliva and trickling down her thighs. Brienne releases a low, quiet moan, and Sansa glances down- Jaime braces his weight on the golden hand, but she cannot see the other. Another moan from Brienne, and Sansa can guess well enough where his left hand might be.

Everything is warm and wet and Jaime's hair is soft beneath her hand and Brienne's fingers are surprisingly steady and sure- her inner muscles flutter, and she comes on a high, light sigh. Sansa nestles contentedly back into her pillows and watches Jaime and Brienne. She's pushing her hips frantically into his fingers now, her short nails sinking into the skin of his shoulder. He kisses along the side of her neck, and she whispers his name. Sansa smiles to herself; Brienne has a definite weakness for handsome men, and in spite of his age and the wear and tear of battle, Jaime shines golden in the low light, strong and powerful and beautiful.

Brienne's muscles are tightening, but more from effort than pleasure. She's improved tremendously, but she still has trouble releasing and succumbing. Sansa lets Jaime press a long, hungry kiss to Brienne's mouth before she grips the two heads of fair hair and pulls them both up.

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oximore: Nimuehoximore on March 21st, 2012 11:06 pm (UTC)
Theon/king!Robb – near loss

Theon is gravely wounded during battle (or whatever). Robb snapped.
(bonus for lashing out, possessiveness and paranoia)

mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 21st, 2012 11:09 pm (UTC)
Re: Theon/king!Robb – near loss
can i just say i want to kiss you for all these prompts
Re: Theon/king!Robb – near loss - oximore on March 21st, 2012 11:18 pm (UTC) (Expand)
battle lust of another kind - bloodofpyke on March 22nd, 2012 12:40 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: battle lust of another kind - mockyrfears on March 22nd, 2012 12:44 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: battle lust of another kind - lil_evil_1 on March 24th, 2012 12:20 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: battle lust of another kind - oximore on March 24th, 2012 09:38 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: battle lust of another kind - ssparklingtrash on April 19th, 2012 09:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
this town is hardly worth our time: [thrones] kill them allghostinsweats on March 22nd, 2012 01:24 am (UTC)
jeyne w./theon, au where the greyjoys are still big bads and she's his salt wife.
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 23rd, 2012 01:59 am (UTC)
your shivered bones
It’s his first raid, to tell the truth.
Rodrik and Maron had lead them whilst Theon was still a babe in arms, but they were rotting in the Drowned God’s watery halls and Theon was so very alive.
His blood was singing in time to the screams that filled the air as he stood with triumphant hands on hips, watching his men batter down the gates of the castle. Not much of a castle in truth, its doors and walls crumbling. It looks more a mausoleum than a stronghold, he mused, smirking as the door began to crack under the sheer force of his fleet. Still, they are sworn to the Lannisters, he thought, it will serve us well for when we finally strike Lannisport.
Their lord was missing; a captive of the so-called Wolf King’s if memory served him correct, and thus, it was his wife that received Theon. She kept her chin held high, hatred burning in those ebony depths, and the grinding of her teeth reverberated through the empty hall. They dragged out the rest of her household, from the mewling babes to their heir. Raynald, Theon thinks he was called, who cursed and spat insults at the reavers until one of his men drove the butt of their spear into his gut.
“Enough,” Theon commanded, as Raynald trashed and coughed on the floor. “We shall keep them as thralls,”
Raynald rolled onto his side and pointed an accusing finger at his Greyjoy captor.
“I’d rather die than serve you, you son of a who-“
Dagmer silenced him before he could finish his sentence, wrenching him back by the hair and slitting his throat with his dagger. Theon shrugged and smirked at his captives.
“Any further complaints?”
Lady Westerling had blanched after witnessing her son and heir’s murder, but it was not her that drew Theon’s eye. Rather, it was the svelte girl at her side, clutching her Lady’s arm with a determined set to her jaw. Theon grinned upon catching sight of her. And here must be the eldest Westerling daughter.
“You, however,” he proclaimed, with an elaborate flick of his wrist, “I’ll take you as my salt-wife,”
The Greyjoy men hooted their affirmation, hammering their spears against the ground, swords against their shields. Theon’s grin only grew.
That was, until she spoke.
This nameless girl fixed him with a cool glare.
“As it please His Grace,”
A shiver went down through Theon’s spine and suddenly his conquest felt like a bad taste in his mouth.
It was that emotionless stare that chilled him.
If she looked upon him with hatred, with anger, with anything other than this, he may have been able to process this better. But it was the steely determination in her gaze that gave him unrest, caused him to trash beneath his furs the whole journey home. On more than one night, he found himself emptying his insides over the rail of his longship, in spite of the fact he’d spent the best part of his life upon a deck.
It was ridiculous, really. He was the future Lord Reaver, and what were the Greyjoy words after all? We do not sow. So it was not right – treacherous, even – to be haunted by memories of burning shores and cold, unfeeling glares of his captives.
He saw her beneath the decks, sometimes. Treated like the thrall she now was, fetching and serving meat and mead for his men. Once he spied her in the kitchens, met that same chilling gaze – Captain Theon Greyjoy requested that all meals were brought to his rooms from then on.
I should beat her bloody for her insolence, he thought, it’s what my father, what my brothers would have done.
He did no such thing.
“Is this what His Grace wants?” she whispers into his neck, teeth grazing his skin as clever fingers unlaced his breeches. “Is this what my King desires of his saltwife?”
He wrenches away from her, breathless. He meets her gaze.
She looks triumphant as he orders her out of his room.
It’s the look of conquest in her eyes he thinks of as spills his seed into his hand alone in his chambers that night.

Edited at 2012-03-23 02:32 am (UTC)
Re: your shivered bones - flwrpwr_vampyre on March 24th, 2012 04:02 am (UTC) (Expand)
Junojuno_chan on March 22nd, 2012 01:35 am (UTC)
Ned/Catelyn, AGoT AU, before Ned is actually sent to the Wall.

hell is other peopleworkswithwords on March 22nd, 2012 05:10 pm (UTC)
I can't stop thinking about this prompt! I am going to attempt it for you!
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(no subject) - workswithwords on March 23rd, 2012 03:01 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - juno_chan on March 23rd, 2012 03:17 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Fill: Bittersweet Hereafter, Ned/Catelyn, AGoT Au, Ned takes the black - (Anonymous) on March 23rd, 2012 09:10 pm (UTC) (Expand)
marbleantigonemarbleantigone on March 22nd, 2012 02:09 am (UTC)
Melisandre x R'hllor
bela0103bela0103 on March 22nd, 2012 11:14 pm (UTC)
I might fill this...
(no subject) - marbleantigone on March 23rd, 2012 12:35 am (UTC) (Expand)
Fill: The Ecstasy of Melisandre - bela0103 on March 24th, 2012 11:35 pm (UTC) (Expand)
naylas2naylas2 on March 22nd, 2012 02:39 am (UTC)
Theon/Robb - (780): So how much of last night are we going to pretend never happened? Enough to stay friends?
It takes all of Robb's strenght and self control not to text theon back saying he wants more than friends.

Edited at 2012-03-22 02:42 am (UTC)
brisus. ϟ: game of thrones ; theon.midnigthaze on March 26th, 2012 04:12 am (UTC)
lemonworld the prequel. robb/theon. modern au. 1.6k words.

i posted it on my fic journal mostly because of the length and so i had an easy way to find it. i hope you're okay with me using it as a prequel to this story, verse thing i'm writing. and yeah. /socially awkward.

i hope it's what you were looking for and that you like it!
(Anonymous) on March 22nd, 2012 04:04 am (UTC)
Serious femdom: control and punishment
Bonus points if she makes Cersei watch
oximore: Nimuehoximore on March 22nd, 2012 07:15 am (UTC)
Theon/Robb + Jeyne – this isn’t a ménage à trois

Triangulation of desire (two men express their desire for each other through a female intermediary)
daenathedefiantdaenathedefiant on March 22nd, 2012 07:42 am (UTC)
I don't know I blame Harry Lloyd for being so attractive.
margaeryrainbowmargaeryrainbow on March 22nd, 2012 07:42 am (UTC)
any specific kink? :)
(no subject) - daenathedefiant on March 22nd, 2012 07:45 am (UTC) (Expand)
oximore: Misfits - Simonoximore on March 22nd, 2012 08:11 am (UTC)
Robb/Asha (Robb/Theon ust)– second best

She’s so much like her brother.