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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  


RULES
- 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.
- KINK ONLY ;]
- 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

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dizzy_whoredizzy_whore on March 22nd, 2012 12:03 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Brienne: goodbye sex (idek)
(Anonymous) on March 22nd, 2012 02:50 pm (UTC)
The Hound/Sansa - gentle (but please, no erasure of the creepiness of their relationship)
adirtyangeladirtyangel on March 22nd, 2012 05:09 pm (UTC)
Robb/Jon

Fairytalelike with Robb dying and Jon bringing him back with "true love's kiss"! (I've watched waaay too much Once Upon a Time!)
Jackie: sansa - no more songsnonprofit_whore on March 22nd, 2012 05:41 pm (UTC)
Margaery/Sansa, roleplaying as knight and maid, playful/bold Margaery, and smitten!Sansa ;)
♕youremyqueen on March 23rd, 2012 06:56 am (UTC)
YES. yes yes yes.

I don't think there are enough yes's in the world to truly communicate how much I want this.
(no subject) - margaeryrainbow on March 26th, 2012 10:30 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - nonprofit_whore on March 27th, 2012 03:55 am (UTC) (Expand)
an eternal guard. (pt. I) - margaeryrainbow on March 27th, 2012 07:29 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: an eternal guard. (pt. II) - margaeryrainbow on March 27th, 2012 07:30 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: an eternal guard. (pt. II) - lainemontgomery on March 27th, 2012 06:10 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: an eternal guard. (pt. II) - nonprofit_whore on March 28th, 2012 02:26 am (UTC) (Expand)
ドラゴン ソーダ: There's only medragon_soda on March 22nd, 2012 06:13 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Lancel

("Sorry, Cersei, can't come to your rescue - too busy fucking Lancel. I'm sure you understand, no love, Jaime P.S.: Send my regards to the Kettlebacks + Moon Boy")
Laine Montgomerylainemontgomery on March 22nd, 2012 07:53 pm (UTC)
WHAT. YES PLEASE.
ドラゴン ソーダ: Amused ~Theon~dragon_soda on March 22nd, 2012 06:13 pm (UTC)
Theon/Loras

For Finn Jones, who would love to have a scene of Theon&Loras meeting - though I doubt he thought about blowjobs, drunken sex and/or voyeur!Renly xD
♕youremyqueen on March 23rd, 2012 06:58 am (UTC)
OH HAI.

I may end up having to write this if no one else does. because srsly. guh.
(no subject) - dragon_soda on March 24th, 2012 01:54 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - sparklinglovers on March 25th, 2012 03:23 am (UTC) (Expand)
ドラゴン ソーダ: Darkness ~Jon~dragon_soda on March 22nd, 2012 06:20 pm (UTC)
Jon/Theon - hurt/comfort

"Jon stormed into the gloomy dungeon and bellowed, that he would introduce Theon to pain he could never imagine - but when he looked into the hollow eyes, he knew he would never be able to fulfill that promise"
(Anonymous) on March 22nd, 2012 06:34 pm (UTC)
Yes please!!!
oximore: Nimuehoximore on March 22nd, 2012 07:03 pm (UTC)
Robb/Theon – fevered dreams

Please be here when I wake up.
(bonus if it’s King!Robb)
(Anonymous) on March 25th, 2012 05:22 pm (UTC)
your dreams still follow storylines
A/N: I don't think this is what you imagined when prompting this, but I hope you like it, all the same. Also, clearly a Red Wedding! AU and also diverges from canon in other ways that aren't as explicit. Oh, and um, sorry that it's so short.


Sometimes, when Robb wakes, Theon is sitting in front of him, grinning at him like they’d never left Winterfell; like nothing has changed, when, in fact, so much has. His dreams are of blood now, of bodies and battlefields and his mother’s dead eyes, of his father’s head on a spike. Robb is king, but it has not come without a sacrifice, without far too many sacrifices.

They’ve all gone, now, or they might as well have, for how different they are. None remain as he remembers them – Sansa is cunning, too cunning, and Arya loves too much to fight, loves the taste of blood as she never did. Jon is dead, and Robb is grateful that, at least, he too has not become unrecognizable.


Sometimes, when Robb wakes, he forgets where he is, reaches for a body that should be by his side, but is no longer. Sometimes, when Robb wakes, he hallucinates, and wishes that he could forget that this isn’t reality – Theon’s fingers over his chest and Theon’s cock against his stomach and Theon’s lips over his.


Robb is king and that means nothing anymore except for that he is still unhappy. Robb is king and he sits on the Iron Throne and now he wishes instead that he did not have it, that he was only Lord of Winterfell, that he had surrendered to Joffrey, at the very beginning. Perhaps, he thinks, he could have stopped this madness with naught but a bent knee.


Robb dreams and they are nightmares, night after night; horrors that are as much memory as they are creation, maybe more. Robb dreams of feeling the blood dripping down his fingers and his forehead, of getting stabbed through the chest, of Theon’s eyes, dark and filled with knowing. Robb dreams of his sisters as they were, of his mother and of his father and his bastard brother. But, all of the dreams end the same way. All of the dreams turn bloody, in the end; finish with his fingers in Theon’s mouth and bodies around them and his hair matted.

All of the dreams end with him waking and Theon sitting, across the room, smiling. All of his dreams end with him waking and another day to rule and no end in sight.
Re: your dreams still follow storylines - oximore on March 25th, 2012 08:22 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: your dreams still follow storylines - eternal_elenea on March 26th, 2012 04:52 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: your dreams still follow storylines - mockyrfears on March 25th, 2012 09:47 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: your dreams still follow storylines - eternal_elenea on March 26th, 2012 04:54 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: your dreams still follow storylines - priddo on March 25th, 2012 10:17 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: your dreams still follow storylines - eternal_elenea on March 26th, 2012 04:54 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: your dreams still follow storylines - bloodofpyke on March 25th, 2012 11:25 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: your dreams still follow storylines - eternal_elenea on March 26th, 2012 04:55 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Jackie: sansa - no more songsnonprofit_whore on March 22nd, 2012 07:08 pm (UTC)
Cersei/Sansa/Jaime, in the lion's den
Laine Montgomerylainemontgomery on March 25th, 2012 09:43 pm (UTC)
From Eyes of Flame, Ruby Tears There Came: Part One

[This is super-duper AU.]

The lions have ravaged the land, devoured us all, chewed up our bones and spat them out like so much refuse.

They own everything now.


The Lannisters had flirted with absolute domination for years- so powerful, so intimidating, so disgustingly wealthy. But the abdication of the King’s Hand exposed the last bit of flesh, and they tore at it with avarice.

Sansa had watched her father leave, eyes stormy and shoulders slumped, clasping tight to Arya’s hand as they mounted their horses. She met them at the gates, gripping the iron until her knuckles went white, wanting to scream and scream- take me home, take me with you, how can you leave me here? Eddard Stark only kissed her brow, whispered an apology into her hair, and then he was gone.

The wolf skulks away with his tail between his legs, Joffrey had crowed in the Great Hall that evening, his emerald eyes sparkling with a triumph that found its fellow in his mother’s expression. The King’s seat was empty, as was usual these days; Robert Baratheon drank himself into a stupor almost daily, and he found himself bedridden more often than not.

The King did manage to drag himself to the Sept of Baelor for his son’s wedding- he slouched down in his seat, unkempt and ruddy, stinking of wine and ale and fragrance. Sansa felt her stomach turn, and she looked away, stared down at the ground, barely noticed when Joffrey traded her Stark cloak for a black-and-gold Baratheon one. She endured the feast in silence, danced when it was required, sat still when it was not- I’ve no family at my own wedding. No mother, no father, no brothers or sister- just Lannisters, Lannisters everywhere.

I belong to them now, she thought when Joffrey parted her legs and rutted between them- a bit of pain, but nothing to stir her out of the numbness.

I belong to them now, she thought when she stared into her looking glass; the Southron sun put streaks of gold into her red hair, bright against her fair skin.

Yes, I belong to them now, she thinks as she lies in the Queen’s bed, the silken sheets soft against her naked skin, a pair of golden heads nestled into her chest.

Queen Cersei takes her left nipple in her mouth, Ser Jaime her right, and they suck and nibble in an uncannily similar rhythm. Sansa brushes her fingertips over both sets of flaxen curls, and she finds herself wondering whether they nursed their mother like this, one on each breast, in perfect harmony.

They stroke between her breasts, their hands trailing down to trace over her abdomen.

(They clasp hands then, fingers laced, tight, tight, tight.)

Edited at 2012-03-25 11:47 pm (UTC)
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(no subject) - workswithwords on March 26th, 2012 02:40 am (UTC) (Expand)
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Jackie: sansa - no more songsnonprofit_whore on March 22nd, 2012 07:11 pm (UTC)
Cersei/Jaime, blood/knifeplay
Ozma Moh Glaciusozmamohglacius on April 28th, 2012 02:55 pm (UTC)
I'm going to fill this, but would you prefer Cersei experimentation, or angry-Cersei?

If you'd prefer Jaime-side blade, it would probably be rather dark and spiteful.

Edit: I went with Experimental, hope you don't mind.

No Words

There were many unspoken rules to their games, ones that Cersei demanded her brother defer to without even the simplest of explanation. Small marks were acceptable, but she forbade anything that would last; a scar could not suddenly adorn the flawless ivory that made up the flesh of her back. Many fashionable dresses were of low cut front and back, after all. He led only when she permitted him to; Jaime could, at times, be such an insolent thing, but when they were alone she made sure he knew his place. He was to look into her eyes; though she'd no doubt her other half remained loyal only to her, the reassurance that he saw only Cersei in bed, and not some lowly maid from court who might have caught his eye from her overly-exposed bosom, was one of the few continually stable elements in her turbulent life. No, she need not fear her brother's loyalty, for Cersei's eyes lingered on the women of court more than Jaime's did, almost as much as her foul husband's at times. Where Robert looked for lust, Cersei looked for opportunity, as opportunity often came from the strangest of places.

The thought came to her all at once in one of those queer times. On most days, Cersei was not one to pay attention to the gossip of enthusiastic young girls who were scarce old enough to bleed, let alone be considered women, yet some strange force compelled her to do so one day, almost a week before. She remembered the morn vividly; girls like the ones she passed were favored by equally young squires for their supple skin, the bounce of their immature breasts pushed up by tight corsets, and the silent promise that their full lips knew their way around a hard cock. These children had little in their heads but air - yet sometimes even the simplest of creatures had moments of genius.

"He was all over me." The girl, still caught somewhere between child and woman, had giggled to her friend as Cersei passed, her feminine, youthful voice contrasted against her voluptuous body. Cersei could hardly keep the disgust from her face; she'd enough lewdness from the men her husband kept at court that she need not hear more from girls in the halls. The Lannister continued her pace until, not even a moment later, she stalled in such an abrupt manner that, were she a less graceful woman, would have caused her to fall over. Oh, Jaime had been 'all over her' many times in the past, his sweat, his saliva, his seed, his smell, but the girl brought forth an unfortunate truth. One part of him was desperately missing from her - a part she had long shared by birth, yet had never drawn beyond when flesh tore under her nails. It was unfair, for that part of her had certainly been all over him; they'd fuck, no matter her body's cycle. On more than one occasion Jaime's cock had withdrawn from her, red and sticky from her monthly fluids, less blood and more flesh, to be true, but blood nonetheless, but she'd never felt Jaime's blood. A foolish desire, the Lannister knew, for Jaime's blood was her blood, but the vivid image of her twin coated in a thin red sheen beneath her brought on an almost adolescent warmth to her abdomen. She knew in an instant that her face was as red as a young girl's who had just experienced her first kiss in an unprecedented public show of arousal. The decision was made; no more than five minutes later Cersei had dismissed her retinue and returned to her room in feigned illness, something she did all too often when her husband was away.

Edited at 2012-04-30 04:28 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - ozmamohglacius on April 30th, 2012 04:23 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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oximore: Nimuehoximore on March 22nd, 2012 07:14 pm (UTC)
Theon/Robb – my memories are gone (but you’re still in my soul)
Because every fandom need some amnesia fic.
Theon lost his memories.
(bonus for some post red wedding au but anything else is good)
leah rebecca: Robb Starkbloodofpyke on March 22nd, 2012 11:05 pm (UTC)
this broken thing we have
He was grinning up at him, this Bastard of the Dreadfort, and then he wasn’t, then it was Robb doing the grinning as the blood bubbled up and ran, as his head thudded to the ground.

He stopped grinning when his men dragged something in, dragged someone in, for Robb could see that it was a man, or near enough, and the smell alone almost made him wretch. But he was a king, so he ignored the bile in his throat and looked closer until his hand was on his sword.

“What is it, Your Grace?” one of his men was asking, and the sword was in the air, still dripping blood.

“That’s no man,” he answered, and his voice was all the cold fury of the North. “It’s Greyjoy.”

He paused though, like the boy he used to be, like the boy he was still, and looked at Theon, at the raw skin and missing fingers, and wondered if maybe he hadn’t suffered enough. Then he remembered Bran and Rickon, and something in him hardened, and he was stepping back, grip tightening on his sword. But then Greyjoy was opening his mouth and words were tumbling out through his broken teeth. “Please-please, I’m not, I’m not Greyjoy, I’m Reek, I am.” And Robb’s arms were heavy, too heavy, and the sword clattered to the ground, and he was spitting out orders to have thing washed and clothed and fed.

***

“So, you’re not Theon Greyjoy, of the Iron Islands?” Robb asked later, watching the man closely. “of House Greyjoy, on Pyke?”

“N-no, I’m Reek, Your Grace, I’m Reek.”

“I see,” Robb answered, reaching for his wine. And then, “That will be all for tonight.”

***

The next night, “This game is tiring, and I have a war to win.”

“Please, please, Your Grace, I’m Ramsay’s, I am, I can’t remember anything else, I-”

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that?” he asked, and then he was on his feet and shouting, “You know damn well who you are! You’re Theon of House Greyjoy, you sacked Winterfell, you killed my brothers, and you were my friend!”

He was cowering, Theon or Reek or whoever the fuck he was pretending to be, hands raised against Robb’s words, mumbling, “I’m not him, I’m not, I’m Reek. I don’t remember.”

“You don’t remember me?” Robb asked, voice dropping, and he could kick himself for the way he sounded, like some sap from one of Sansa’s stories, pining over his lost love. But he couldn’t stop, couldn’t make himself stop, and the words were rushing out of him now. “You don’t remember training in the yard? Or sneaking drinks in the godswood? Or anything?”

His head shook, and he looked pitiful, this white, dried-up thing shivering in front of Robb, all hollowed out and half dead. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice dragging and choked. “I don’t remember.”

And Robb crouched in front of him, already hating himself, but he was reaching for him, fingers running through the brittle white hair, tongue running over the broken teeth, heartbeat racing. “You don’t remember that?” he asked, and he wanted to just cut Greyjoy’s head and be done with it, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t, and he didn’t know which was worse.

“No,” came the answer, and it sounded like he was choking back a sob.

“That will be all for tonight,” Robb said, standing back up and watching as Theon made his way out the door.
Re: this broken thing we have - mockyrfears on March 22nd, 2012 11:37 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: this broken thing we have - a_cherrytree on March 23rd, 2012 01:47 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: this broken thing we have - oximore on March 23rd, 2012 07:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: this broken thing we have - lil_evil_1 on March 24th, 2012 12:24 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: this broken thing we have - flwrpwr_vampyre on March 24th, 2012 03:29 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: this broken thing we have - janie_tangerine on March 24th, 2012 08:52 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: this broken thing we have - who_shelter on March 31st, 2012 03:33 am (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on March 22nd, 2012 09:04 pm (UTC)
Gendry x Arya. She's getting raped and he saves her :)
(Anonymous) on March 22nd, 2012 09:38 pm (UTC)
Robb/Sansa, comfort
AU in which he trades her for Jaime or after he brings her Joffrey's head
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 22nd, 2012 09:53 pm (UTC)
jon c. x rhaegar, on your knees for your king
(Anonymous) on May 1st, 2012 02:49 am (UTC)
There are not enough letters to communicate my want...
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 22nd, 2012 09:56 pm (UTC)
theon/robb FLUFF OKAY MY HEART NEEDS REPAIRING
Maria: Sansa3eccentricsimply on March 25th, 2012 02:05 am (UTC)
Greyjoys do not cuddle.
He never stays for the night.

It’s not like Robb still asks if Theon wants to, but there was a time when he actually asked, every single time Theon left his bed, he would ask him if he wanted to stay there, that they could manage to take him out before someone found out that he was missing from his room. The answer was always the same.

“Do you want me to stay here and keep you warm?” He would ask, with a hint of joke on his words. “I’m sorry, but I won’t cuddle with you, my lord.”

And he would leave without another word.

But not this time.

“Won’t you leave?” Robb asked, his face buried on Theon’s neck, feeling the scent of sweat and sex, while the older boy kept his hand on Robb’s waist.

“Fuck, I can barely move.” Theon replied, his thumb unconsciously – or not – making circles on Robb’s skin. “And you expect me to walk half the castle in the middle of the night?”

“I just thought –

“Sh.” Theon whispered. “Just sleep Robb. You need strength.”

Theon wouldn’t admit but Robb knew the reason why he stayed that night; they were leaving for battle on the next day and what were the chances of them having this moment ever again?

Edited at 2012-03-25 02:06 am (UTC)
Re: Greyjoys do not cuddle. - oximore on March 25th, 2012 09:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 22nd, 2012 09:57 pm (UTC)
reek!theon x robb, punishment
because break my hearT ALL OVER AgAIN
(Anonymous) on March 22nd, 2012 10:01 pm (UTC)
Dany/Robb, as Queen in the South/King in the North, fire & ice
Sarah: jaimesansa manipiorwen107 on March 22nd, 2012 10:50 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Sansa fucking in the sky cells
hear me roar: Game of Thrones --> the knight and the mmagisterequitum on March 23rd, 2012 01:58 pm (UTC)
i came to win (jaime/sansa)
She comes to him as a conqueror, with eyes as hard and unforgiving as the ledge and drop over the lip of his cell. Cold eyes, dead eyes, but no, not dead, very much alive, very much a survivor, very much present.

She comes to him a queen; the Winter Queen, the Queen in the North, they already call her, little Sansa Stark, only not so little anymore with the height of most men and red hair that shines down her back like the blood of her enemies she's slit the throats of; Sansa Stark, not a bastard, but a remnant of a great House, the lone wolf that cannot be killed, and it is the wolf without a pack that is the most dangerous, he thinks.

The door to his sky cell creaks open, and she slips through, closes it with steady hands and a raised chin as she appraises him. No guards, and she walks closer, lifts her skirts and settles herself onto his lap.

Her eyes are unwavering. There is bite in her words, shiny white teeth that he thinks would like to close around where his pulse beats fast in his neck. The wolf come to play, come to take, come to break.

"I am in need of a soldier." Fingers lift to press at a cut over his brow, light and then harsh, bearing down and bringing a flare of pain; he does not flinch from it, cannot flinch for what man would after having his own hand cut from his arm.

Her lips split into a wide grin, a mocking grin, a wolf's smile. "I am in need of an experienced soldier."

He says nothing. Feels the weight of her in his lap, the whistling of the wind that whips through the sky cell, the smell of the flowers she uses to bathe with. She is very real.

Now her lips purse and she tilts her head to the side, fingers sliding down over the growth on his face and to his jaw. "I am in need of a Lord Commander. Will you, Ser Jaime?"

He sees fire in the blue depths of her eyes, sees rage and promise and death and destruction. It is appealing. He nods.

She takes him then, slides a cold hand into his breeches and pulls him to the wetness between her legs. They seal their agreement with her quiet grunts and his seed that drips down her thighs.
Re: i came to win (jaime/sansa) - lainemontgomery on March 23rd, 2012 09:21 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: i came to win (jaime/sansa) - iorwen107 on March 23rd, 2012 09:46 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: i came to win (jaime/sansa) - mockyrfears on March 23rd, 2012 10:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: i came to win (jaime/sansa) - just_a_dram on March 24th, 2012 03:05 am (UTC) (Expand)
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 22nd, 2012 11:45 pm (UTC)
cersei x tyene, where tyene is one of the septas attending her
Nicolewesaynicole on March 23rd, 2012 01:03 am (UTC)
Catelyn/Robb

Robb goes to Cat for "comfort" when nobody's around ;)
Cassandra.cassandranoelle on March 23rd, 2012 07:43 am (UTC)
yes please! :)
Myramidnightblack07 on March 23rd, 2012 02:52 am (UTC)
Jon/Sansa + Ghost watches...
fauxkarenfauxkaren on March 23rd, 2012 05:20 am (UTC)
YES GOOD. Someone needs to do this one. I'm working on another Jon/Sansa prompt, so I don't think I'll be able to do this one too. But, me gusta this prompt.
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Cassandra.cassandranoelle on March 23rd, 2012 04:03 am (UTC)
Tyrion/Cersei, with no Jaime Tyrion will have to do
Jackie: cersei and jaime - goldennonprofit_whore on March 23rd, 2012 04:29 am (UTC)
ooh, yes please
(no subject) - youremyqueen on March 23rd, 2012 07:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
this town is hardly worth our time: [film] bitches get stuff doneghostinsweats on March 23rd, 2012 04:08 am (UTC)
robb/jeyne/theon au. she dominates them both.
(Anonymous) on March 24th, 2012 10:31 pm (UTC)
Robb/Jeyne/Theon (Modern AU) Part 1/2
(This is perhaps more manipulation than domination! Also I hope you don't mind a modern AU)

Jeyne leans back on the bench, stretching her long bare legs out over Robb's lap. Theon sits on the opposite side of the table clutching his pint tightly. It's a hot, muggy evening in North London and nowhere does the air feel more oppressive than at this particular table, in this particular pub.

Jeyne watches Theon closely as she leans and kisses Robb's cheek. Theon tries not to glare but doesn't succeed. Robb keeps chatting away, seemingly oblivious.

'Theon, are you alright sweetheart? You look a little....tense' Jeyne smiles sweetly, resting her head on Robb's shoulder.

'I'm fine. I'm just tired, yeah?' Theon says as evenly as he can. She knows, he thinks, she knows.


Robb/Jeyne/Theon (Modern AU) Part 2/2 - (Anonymous) on March 24th, 2012 10:32 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Robb/Jeyne/Theon (Modern AU) Part 2/2 - mockyrfears on March 24th, 2012 11:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
pirate_skankypirate_skanky on March 23rd, 2012 04:47 am (UTC)
robb/jeyne, public place

jaime/cersei, first time they see each other after the sack of KL

miranda
pirate_skankypirate_skanky on March 23rd, 2012 04:49 am (UTC)

robb/jeyne/theon, theon walks in on them

robb/jeyne, rough, oral (possible RW AU? ie, she's with him at the twins).

idk i just have lots of feelings.

Edited at 2012-03-23 05:09 am (UTC)