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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

(Anonymous) on March 25th, 2012 02:22 am (UTC)
Jaime/Theon, where Theon heard Jaime having sex with Cersei but slipped away before Bran was discovered
never taken a shortcut before?: Stock; keep calm and write somethingreogulus on March 25th, 2012 07:55 am (UTC)
take it to the grave
"I know."

Rays of pale sunshine seep through the dingy window of the bathhouse, blurred by the steam and mist. The boy breathed these words through muffled moans as you stroked his cock faster.

"I know you know," you whispered back, thrusting deeper. The boy's pliant arms stirred in the bath water and you caught his wrists with your hands, pinning them on the edge of the tub to keep him still. You laughed quietly as you wringed another stifled groan from those lips that clamped so stubbornly shut minutes ago.

"Kill me, then," the boy smiled, defiant. Another forceful thrust and he screwed his eyes shut, legs wrapping around your waist under water like a living sigil of his house. "That is the one thing you've never been afraid to be caught doing, isn't it?"

Filthy kraken whore. You responded by attacking his mouth, the taste of his sweat and yours lingered on your tongue. His eyes were wide open now, and you saw the familiar look of desperation and lust and panic that stirred memories of your sister when you made love to her on the tower that day.

"I would kill you, but lions know better than to be lured into the kraken's deep." You gave the boy's cock one final tug and he spilled his seed in the cloudy water. In that a moment, the boy almost looked like he never lived a day of lies.

He went limp on your shoulder soon afterwards, wet and breathless. He smelled of doubt and pretense and a lifelong want to believe, and you almost regretted the lie you just told.

The only deep this kraken had was the hallow in his heart, the soft flesh that should have been hardened by the salt and sea.

And I drowned solely in Cersei, you thought to yourself as you came inside him.
Re: take it to the grave - lainemontgomery on March 25th, 2012 06:37 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: take it to the grave - reogulus on March 25th, 2012 08:07 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Sarah: Sansa1iorwen107 on March 25th, 2012 02:24 am (UTC)
Brienne/Jaime/Sansa Sansa likes to watch...and give the commands
oximore: Nimuehoximore on March 25th, 2012 08:55 am (UTC)
The Huntsman/Theon – {crossover with Once Upon a Time}

The first time Theon sees him (so deep in the godswood he isn’t sure where he is anymore) the man is crying over a dead deer, a wolf with a blood red eye at his side.
The first time the Huntsman sees him; he smells a sea he never saw in his life.
It goes on for years.
(because the huntsman is ridiculously hot, has a wolves as his family, looks quite a bit like Robb and Theon totally has a type)

bonus for king!Robb finding out & not being pleased
oximore: Nimuehoximore on March 25th, 2012 10:23 am (UTC)
Theon/Robb – Sleeping with ghost
Theon/(reek) is haunted by Robb, and he wish the shade would at least grant him punishment for his crimes, but it only looks/acts betrayed, stricken, tired, and (still) loving.
(Whether it’s only in Theon’s head or ghost!Robb is really there is up to the filler)

Edited at 2012-03-25 10:24 am (UTC)
mira natural: great dark watermira_natural on March 26th, 2012 10:20 am (UTC)
Re: Theon/Robb – Sleeping with ghost
Just wanted to quickly say that I'm writing this, because this prompt won't let me be, but it's going painfully slow. And grows bigger and bigger. So.
But I will finish it, I promise!

Edited at 2012-03-26 10:22 am (UTC)
Re: Theon/Robb – Sleeping with ghost - oximore on March 26th, 2012 01:37 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on March 25th, 2012 04:19 pm (UTC)
arya x gendry - punishment
she's naughty n he punishes her
Anna Leahcrogos on March 25th, 2012 08:20 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - (Anonymous) on March 27th, 2012 12:15 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - juhlillith on March 27th, 2012 01:24 am (UTC) (Expand)
I Will Not Steal: Part I - (Anonymous) on April 1st, 2012 03:57 pm (UTC) (Expand)
I Will Not Steal: Part II - (Anonymous) on April 1st, 2012 03:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - (Anonymous) on April 14th, 2012 08:28 am (UTC) (Expand)
Sarahiorwen107 on March 25th, 2012 04:26 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Sansa. Jaime spanks Sansa
hell is other peopleworkswithwords on March 25th, 2012 04:33 pm (UTC)
YES. I want this so badly.
(no subject) - lainemontgomery on March 25th, 2012 06:37 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - iorwen107 on March 25th, 2012 06:43 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - lainemontgomery on March 29th, 2012 02:13 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - lainemontgomery on March 29th, 2012 02:16 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - iorwen107 on March 29th, 2012 11:25 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - lainemontgomery on March 29th, 2012 09:06 pm (UTC) (Expand)
oximore: Misfits - Simonoximore on March 25th, 2012 05:47 pm (UTC)
Robb/Theon – sex in a rainstorm

Torrential rain/storms always made Theon really horny.
Robb always tries his best to be the one collecting the results.
(Urgency for sex & desperation is a plus)
(Anonymous) on March 26th, 2012 02:41 am (UTC)
where you run to, I'll go glistening (1/4)
A/N: Written based on the ages that they are in the show, rather than the books, meaning that Robb is the same age as Theon and not younger than him. But, this piece also assumes that Theon left Pyke at ten, as he did in the novels.

Oh, it also got pretty out of hand, as in life-story-alert out of hand. So... sorry? Hope you like it!

“It’s raining,” Theon says, when they are eleven, and there’s an odd tone in his voice that Robb can’t quite place. Robb looks up towards the sky and the drops come down heavier and Theon gasps, quiet, next to him. It’s a proper rainstorm, too, a heavy rainstorm, and by the time that they finally reach the castle doors, they’re both soaked in the warm, summer rain and goose-pimpled up and down their arms and laughing. They drip all over the floors and Septa Mordane chastises them when she passes them in the hall and they shake their heads like wild dogs, like wolves, trying to get dry. Robb grasps Theon’s wrist in his hand, drags him towards the washrooms where there are towels, and Theon’s arm is fever-hot under him.


Robb runs through the halls of Winterfell, searching for Theon. The thunder of the oncoming storm trails him and Robb runs from it, daring it to catch him through the empty halls. Robb is not afraid of the thunder, like everyone else seems to be, for how he sees no one but his own reflection. Robb runs through the halls of Winterfell, until he comes to Theon’s room, and he knocks loudly before opening the door for himself and stepping inside.

The rain has started now and the breeze ruffles Theon’s coverlet, splayed to the side, but that is not what Robb sees. The rain has started now and the room smells of it and Theon’s head is thrown back against his pillow and his hand is moving frantically against his cock.

Robb is fourteen, nearly a man grown, and he has already seen many things, has already seen a man be killed, has already seen lands and lords and lessons, but he has never seen another cock besides his own. Robb is fourteen and he should know more of common decency than he recalls at that moment; cannot help but stare at Theon’s hand and his stomach and his mouth, open with a gasp on the lips.

Robb is fourteen and, when Theon notices him, smirks and pointedly continues to stroke himself, he blushes like no boy of fourteen should.


When it rains, the whole of Winterfell moves indoors, but Robb and Theon move outside into the storm. It is there, in the eyes of no one, that they learn each other – that they kiss for the first time, that they press into each other’s hipbones with their fingers and each other’s collarbones with their mouths. It is there that Robb learns quickly of Theon, of how Theon loves the water, of the way that Theon moans louder, comes harder, in the lightning and the pound of the rain.

It is there, too, that Robb learns that he is more than a lordling to grow into his father’s seat, that he is instead simply himself and no one else’s (but for Theon, who insists, will always insist, that Robb is his).
where you run to, I'll go glistening (2/4) - (Anonymous) on March 26th, 2012 02:44 am (UTC) (Expand)
where you run to, I'll go glistening (3/4) - (Anonymous) on March 26th, 2012 02:48 am (UTC) (Expand)
where you run to, I'll go glistening (4/4) - (Anonymous) on March 26th, 2012 02:50 am (UTC) (Expand)
Actually, guys, I'm de-anoning - eternal_elenea on March 26th, 2012 03:03 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Actually, guys, I'm de-anoning - katakokk on March 26th, 2012 04:20 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Actually, guys, I'm de-anoning - oximore on March 26th, 2012 11:35 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Actually, guys, I'm de-anoning - eternal_elenea on March 26th, 2012 05:03 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Actually, guys, I'm de-anoning - oximore on March 26th, 2012 08:33 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Actually, guys, I'm de-anoning - eternal_elenea on March 26th, 2012 05:07 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Actually, guys, I'm de-anoning - mockyrfears on March 26th, 2012 10:07 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Actually, guys, I'm de-anoning - eternal_elenea on March 28th, 2012 07:15 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: Actually, guys, I'm de-anoning - eternal_elenea on March 28th, 2012 07:17 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Actually, guys, I'm de-anoning - mytiny_sybarite on April 9th, 2012 02:07 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Actually, guys, I'm de-anoning - eternal_elenea on April 10th, 2012 04:39 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Sarah: Jaime/Brienneiorwen107 on March 25th, 2012 11:12 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Brienne kissing away tears leads to more. (bonus if it's Jaime crying)
dizzy_whoredizzy_whore on March 31st, 2012 07:54 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - iorwen107 on April 1st, 2012 01:45 am (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on March 26th, 2012 12:15 am (UTC)
damy/jon hate sex
(Anonymous) on March 26th, 2012 03:42 pm (UTC)
Ygritte/Jon, she rides his face before riding his cock and he loves it.
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(no subject) - midnightblack07 on March 27th, 2012 02:05 am (UTC) (Expand)
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(no subject) - nonprofit_whore on March 27th, 2012 03:51 am (UTC) (Expand)
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(no subject) - phoe21 on April 7th, 2012 03:50 am (UTC) (Expand)
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oximore: Misfits - Simonoximore on March 26th, 2012 10:09 pm (UTC)
Robb/Theon – things you can see (when you know how to look)
(Tyrion pov?)
Tyrion notices the thing between them even without catching them in the act… (after all, he gotta be use to those things)

(bonus if Tyrion use it against either Theon, Robb or Jon at some point)

凯茜kathy~☆: M'gann [to all those i love]katakokk on March 27th, 2012 04:29 am (UTC)
Re: Robb/Theon – things you can see (when you know how to look)
Ooooh, I love this prompt! Especially because Tyrion WOULD.
Juno: Catelyn by Kasiopeiajuno_chan on March 26th, 2012 11:31 pm (UTC)
Petyr/Lysa, King's Landing and/or the Eyrie, violent sex - Petyr is always rougher when he is calling her 'Catelyn'.

Sternflammenden: Lysa portraitsternflammenden on March 27th, 2012 01:28 am (UTC)
I am so tempted to write this but won't have time to do it right away. Hmmm.
(no subject) - juno_chan on March 27th, 2012 01:32 am (UTC) (Expand)
Laine Montgomerylainemontgomery on March 26th, 2012 11:44 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Cersei; pregnant sex.
Sarah: Sansaiorwen107 on March 26th, 2012 11:49 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Sansa sex when one of them has lost their sight
Myramidnightblack07 on March 27th, 2012 01:55 am (UTC)
Jon/Ygritte + she takes him in her mouth too...
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(no subject) - midnightblack07 on March 27th, 2012 03:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
Myramidnightblack07 on March 27th, 2012 01:57 am (UTC)
Tywin/Joanna + premarital sex...
semicolonlife: arya&gendrysemicolonlife on March 27th, 2012 03:29 am (UTC)
Arya/Aegon VI — two bravos meet in the night: Young Griff is out in his finery to prove his talent (probs without permission) and runs across another young bravo who's not all he appears to be.

inspired by some of the lovely authors running around here!

Edited at 2012-03-29 03:48 am (UTC)
Meg, The Great and Terrible: Aryalit_chick08 on April 1st, 2012 12:07 am (UTC)
It's common knowledge that, if you are walking the streets of Braavos with a blade upon your hip, you will be expected to prove yourself. It is for that precise reason Aegon sneaks from the house, fine steel gleaming in the moonlight, a challenge and a promise to anyone he crosses.

He's never gotten a chance to fight someone who is not Duck, who has not been told he is the true king of Westeros and needs to be treated gently. There is nothing Aegon wants less in the world than to be treated gently.

It frustrates him when several bravos don't challenge him. He has dressed in his finest clothing, making sure his sword is visible, but no one has risen to the bait. Aegon is wandering by the canals when he sees a bravo looking out at the water. The boy is slight, far smaller than Aegon, but, as he comes closer, Aegon can see the boy is lean with muscle, not thin with malnutrition. Aegon is almost on the boy when suddenly the boy pivots with the grace of a water dancer, a thin bravo's blade in his hand, and Aegon freezes.

He hadn't expected the little boy to be so quick. And now, as he can see the boy more clearly, he realizes he was wrong in his initial assessment. The boy is older than he thought, mayhaps in his mid-teens, and, though slight in build, there is steel in his grey eyes. This boy is battle hardened and bears his teeth like a wolf, and for a moment Aegon forgets he is supposed to be a dragon and wonders if he is about to die.

Aegon draws his sword because he knows he cannot back down now, and, if he cannot best some anonymous boy in Braavos, how can he hope to overthrow the usurpers of his father's crown?

He is used to the thrust and parry of sparring with Duck, but this boy does not fight like anyone Aegon has ever fought before; he is so light on his feet, it is almost as if he flies, and Aegon hisses in pain through his teeth when the boy slashes him across his arm.

"Dead," the boy taunts before twisting away. Aegon tries to focus, tries to anticipate the boy's moves, only to wince again as the point of the boy's sword pokes hard enough in his stomach to draw blood but not deep enough to truly injure. "Dead." He drops down, rolls his shoulders, and Aegon gasps as suddenly the point of the boy's sword opens a thin line across his collarbone. "Dead."

It only strikes Aegon then that the boy is playing with him, like a cat who has captured a mouse, and it enfuriates him. He swings hard, a powerful move if he can connect, but he doesn't; the boy dances away with awe inspiring grace and, with a sharp strike of his wrist, Aegon finds himself dropping his sword, the air rushing out of his lungs as the boy knocks him onto his back. His head spinning, it takes Aegon a moment to connect the sound of splashing water with the boy's movement; he flushes in embarrassment as he realizes the bravo has tossed his fine sword into the canals.

"A boy must earn his steel," the boy declares, and it is only then Aegon recognizes something peculiar about the boy's voice. It is soft and, while not particularly high-pitched, it is clear this bravo is either a eunuch or a woman.

"You're a girl."

"Just so," the bravo replies, and Aegon feels his shame deepen.

As she turns on her heel to leave, Aegon manages to get to his feet, his fine clothing now ruined from blood and filth. Each wound the girl has left on him stings and Connington is going to give him hell.

"Who are you?" he calls to the girl.

She pauses long enough to turn to look at him, and there is something about the girl's gaze which unsettles him. It is empty, fathomless, the look of someone who has lived three lifetimes and suffered through each one.

"No one," the girl finally answers. "I'm no one."

No matter how often he looks for her, he can never find the girl again.
(no subject) - deryn on April 1st, 2012 04:22 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - semicolonlife on April 1st, 2012 07:04 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - glass_yam on April 11th, 2012 05:55 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Gehayi: knight of flowers (morgrix)gehayi on March 27th, 2012 08:22 am (UTC)
Renly/Loras, praying together (or at least getting down on their knees)
Gehayi: daenerys targaryen (sky_magenta)gehayi on March 27th, 2012 08:25 am (UTC)
Dany/Asha Greyjoy, AU, the wedding night of the Mother of Dragons and the pirate queen

Edited at 2012-03-27 08:26 am (UTC)
Gehayi: asoiaf (sasha_davidovna)gehayi on March 27th, 2012 08:36 am (UTC)
Joffrey & the Knights of the Kingsguard**, Joffrey doesn't care how his knights entertain themselves in the bedroom, so long as he can watch and deliver commands.

**This exempts Sandor Clegane, because, as he'd be the first to mention, he's not a knight.
Lindseybitterboots on March 27th, 2012 09:23 am (UTC)
sansa/margaery "tell the truth but tell it slant"
(Anonymous) on March 27th, 2012 11:50 am (UTC)
Robert Baratheon/Eddard Stark, semi-public
The night before the Battle of the Trident, Robert takes his brother-in-arms.
oximore: Misfits - Simonoximore on March 27th, 2012 01:42 pm (UTC)
Robb/Theon – shameless tattoo! Kink

Theon has a tattoo - brand or family marking (a kraken?).
Robb is very obsessed by it (and possibly wants to add a mark of his own).

(bonus for the tattoo spreading itself on the back/arm/hips)


brisus. ϟ: game of thrones ; robb/theon.midnigthaze on April 3rd, 2012 02:19 pm (UTC)
fill: see me lose focus.
note: i hope this is alright! i didn't read it over, so there's probably a mistake or two or five.


He only catches glimpses of it, pitch blackness against the pale of Theon’s skin. Only glimpses, because he’s trying not to stare, trying not to be obvious. It’s not proper, but he can’t help but be curious about the swirls of black he occasionally sees over Theon’s side down by his right hip.

The first time he sees it, all of it, is an accident really. In too much of a hurry to wait for a response as he bursts into Theon’s room, stopping short and simply staring, mouth agape. Of course, it’s the Greyjoy sigil, a krakken, spread over most of Theon’s back and curling around his side. He’s heard of things like this, ink being forced under people’s skin, of the pain and the permanence.

He’s struck by the urge to touch when he finally realizes he’s starring, his face heating as he drags his eyes up to Theon, who is watching him with his perpetual amusement and something else. Robb fumbles out an excuse and promptly flees.


It’s harder to avoid Theon than he would like it to be, mostly because they spend most of their time together as it is and it’s just strange for Theon to not be there. It’s even harder to not act like something is weird, he’s sort out of sorts, nearly dropping his sword during practice as he finds himself watching Theon again, watching the ease with which he aims and releases each arrow, followed by the telltale thump as it hits the target.

He manages to keep a hold of himself until dinner before he has to excuse himself early, not even noticing that Theon is following him until a hand grabs his door before he can shut it completely. “What?” He snaps harshly, before swallowing and turning away from the door, voice less harsh, “Did you need something?”

He hears rather than sees the door shut, then the soft thud of Theon’s boots on the floor until they stop right behind him, “I think you need something more than I do,” is the response and Robb shudders reflexively.

Turning, he puts a foot or two of space between them, running his fingers through his hair with a deep breath before dropping his hands and shaking his head, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Saying the sky was green would’ve been less of a lie.

Theon clearly agrees, because his fingers are working deftly to remove his own clothing, dropping it to the floor carelessly until he’s left in his trousers. Robb swallows heavily, averting his eyes quickly, staring resolutely at the wall. A soft chuckle draws Robb’s attention and he glares pointedly at the other male and his gaze drops before he can help himself.

He doesn’t even realize he’s moving until there’s barely an inch of space between them and is reaching his hand out towards the inked skin within his line of sight. Blushing furiously, he drops his hand to his side and shakes his head.

And Theon, damn him, grabs Robb’s wrist and presses his hand to the skin.
fill: see me lose focus. pt 2. - midnigthaze on April 3rd, 2012 02:20 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: fill: see me lose focus. pt 2. - oximore on April 3rd, 2012 05:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: fill: see me lose focus. pt 2. - midnigthaze on April 3rd, 2012 05:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: fill: see me lose focus. pt 2. - thefreshapple on April 5th, 2012 03:16 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: fill: see me lose focus. pt 2. - midnigthaze on April 6th, 2012 12:02 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: fill: see me lose focus. pt 2. - mytiny_sybarite on April 9th, 2012 02:04 am (UTC) (Expand)
Sarah: Jaime Beardiorwen107 on March 27th, 2012 03:31 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Sansa: Jaime and Sansa have to fuck to save the Westeros; ok forget Azor Ahai, let's pretend Samwell finds a different prophesy that states that the one to defeat the Others arises when the Lion lays down with the Wolf. Or something along those lines.
hell is other peopleworkswithwords on March 27th, 2012 03:45 pm (UTC)
OMG. I am all over this.
(no subject) - iorwen107 on March 27th, 2012 03:49 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Fill: The Wolf and the Lion, Jaime/Sansa - workswithwords on March 30th, 2012 01:50 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Fill: The Wolf and the Lion, Jaime/Sansa - iorwen107 on March 30th, 2012 11:25 am (UTC) (Expand)
Anna Leahcrogos on March 27th, 2012 04:17 pm (UTC)
Arya/Gendry - Fellatio