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16 March 2012 @ 11:57 pm
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- 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

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ohhwanderlustohhwanderlust on March 17th, 2012 02:44 pm (UTC)
arya/jon/sansa - wedding night

jon targaryen, heir to the iron throne, takes on his half-sisters cousins as his wives at queen daenerys request.

Edited at 2012-03-17 02:46 pm (UTC)
a girl with kaleidoscope eyesa_cherrytree on March 17th, 2012 02:59 pm (UTC)
theon/asha - drunk sex
Sternflammenden: House Greyjoy We Do Not Sowsternflammenden on March 18th, 2012 10:58 pm (UTC)
Theon/Asha, drunk sex, "In praise of shame" Part I
There are hands reaching around him, but Theon is too far gone to bother to find out whose. All he can do is half-sit, half-lie on the bench, the dregs of the feast surrounding him, a celebration that should have commemorated his glorious return, the prince at last, but had really degraded into a sort of drunken mayhem. It had not been that way at Winterfell, but he reminds himself that things are different here. After all, he’s been away. He’s the stranger in their midst. Does it really matter in the end? he thinks, the wine, sharp and sour to the taste, still filling his nose, still clouding his head.

The hands clutch him. They are strong yet elegant in their way, large but not ungainly, with tapered fingers, broad knuckles, scrubbled but raw, the nails short, unadorned. He feels breath in his ear, hot against his skin, infused with the ale that had gouted like fountains, and a cheek pressed to his, smooth, as flushed as his.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed? You can hardly sit up.”

He recognizes the voice, and he slowly turns, gazing at Asha from half-closed eyes, bleary with his overindulgence. She is laughing, a smirk cutting across her sharp features like a gash, and Theon joins in, even though he’s not quite sure what is so amusing. When he throws a leg over the bench and attempts to rise, he staggers a bit, Asha’s hands catching him and righting him, and together, they somehow stumble down the hall to someone else’s quarters, an empty room, and Theon thinks that any will do. He’s not particular at this point, a belly full of Arbor Red, and a head full of fog.

They fall together on the mattress, dust pillowing up, ropes creaking, their limbs a tangle of leathers and silks, coarse cotton and smooth velvet, and he rests there, his eyes closed, mouth slightly open.

“You really didn’t know me, did you?” Asha’s voice is thick with intoxication, but he can still hear the gentle mockery underneath the slurred words. Her hand is on his chest, fingers twisted in the lacing of his doublet, crushing the plush nap, running over the ridiculous embroidered Kraken that embarrasses him now. She slides a finger inside, its roughness grazing his chest.

He shakes his head.

“What was that you said, Brother?” she says then, lightly, her other hand resting on the front of his breeches. “Hard as a mast?” Her palm tenses. “Doesn’t feel that way now.” Asha laughs and does not stop when he grabs her wrist, pinning it to his side. She slides free and they tussle a bit, trying to snatch each others’ fingers, to trap the other, but their reflexes are too muddled and they’re both laughing.

Asha’s on top of him in the end, her knee grazing his cock, and his body begins to betray him by finding that quite agreeable. As she shifts to find a balance, she notices, and grins again.

“I was wrong then.”

He undoes his leathers then, cursing the lacings, stroking himself, staring at her, Asha’s face flushed, her cropped hair hanging forward in her still-merry eyes, lips chapped from the sea wind. It’s close, too close, and when her hand covers his, sliding down his length, he thinks momentarily of stopping her, but thinks that none of this matters, none of this counts, and who is going to remember it later, after all. And by the time he’s puzzled this out, still fogged, she’s undone herself, and taken him inside of herself, her weight bearing down on his supine form, restraining it, thrusting up and up and up, her body, still-clothed, rubbing against his, her fingers digging into the skin and bones of his shoulders. The next day, the curious bruises will remind him of this night, but for now he is content to permit it.

(Anonymous) on March 17th, 2012 03:06 pm (UTC)

Dany is Queen in the South, Robb is King in the North and they both love and share Jon.
smittenskitten: pretty boysmittenskitten on April 21st, 2012 06:31 am (UTC)
Yes. WANT!
(Anonymous) on March 17th, 2012 03:07 pm (UTC)

She's older and he can't keep his eyes and hands off her.
dizzy_whoredizzy_whore on March 21st, 2012 11:24 pm (UTC)
Oh, going to try and do this one.
(Anonymous) on March 17th, 2012 03:08 pm (UTC)

It's wrong, but oh so right.
naylas2naylas2 on March 18th, 2012 12:22 am (UTC)
I think I might try this
(no subject) - adirtyangel on March 18th, 2012 11:25 am (UTC) (Expand)
mini-fill - naylas2 on March 22nd, 2012 02:22 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: mini-fill - adirtyangel on March 22nd, 2012 06:52 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: mini-fill - naylas2 on March 22nd, 2012 11:22 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: mini-fill - adirtyangel on March 22nd, 2012 04:28 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: mini-fill - oxygenlove on March 30th, 2012 08:30 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: mini-fill - oxygenlove on March 30th, 2012 08:24 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: mini-fill - smittenskitten on April 21st, 2012 06:33 am (UTC) (Expand)
FILL - Everything Wrong, (1/2) - oxygenlove on March 30th, 2012 08:15 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FILL - Everything Wrong, (2/2) - oxygenlove on March 30th, 2012 08:22 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FILL - Everything Wrong, (2/2) - adirtyangel on March 30th, 2012 09:01 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FILL - Everything Wrong, (2/2) - oxygenlove on March 31st, 2012 01:07 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FILL - Everything Wrong, (2/2) - naylas2 on March 30th, 2012 09:51 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FILL - Everything Wrong, (2/2) - oxygenlove on March 31st, 2012 01:13 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FILL - Everything Wrong, (2/2) - naylas2 on March 31st, 2012 03:32 pm (UTC) (Expand)
a girl with kaleidoscope eyes: gotchaa_cherrytree on March 17th, 2012 03:13 pm (UTC)
melisandre/val - bondage
hell is other people: [stocks] striped socksworkswithwords on March 17th, 2012 03:33 pm (UTC)
Ned/Cersei, her wedding night to Robert, but he's too drunk to perform his 'duties'. Ned fills in.
Laine Montgomerylainemontgomery on March 17th, 2012 04:38 pm (UTC)
Faces and Names

He smells of leather and pine.

Cersei twines her fingers in Ned’s thick dark hair and arches her back- Robert behind her, broad and muscled and warm, a wall holding her in place. A large hand curls over her hip; it must be Robert’s, for both of Ned’s are here in her hair, stroking as gently as if she were a fragile baby kitten and not a fierce lion queen. The thought rankles her a little, and she pulls him in for a kiss, sharp teeth nibbling at his lower lip until he releases a low, throaty moan.

Obviously, this is all a dream. She’d had plenty to drink at the wedding feast- not nearly as much as Robert, but certainly enough to prompt a hazy fugue state between sleep and waking. Odd, that I’m imagining Ned Stark here instead of Jaime...but she shakes her head free of that and focuses on Ned’s mouth, the brush of his beard over her cheeks, the solidness of his chest against hers.

She slips a hand between them to rub him- he’s larger than she expects, and she feels a slight blush in her cheeks. The Lord of Winterfell gasps and looks her right in the eye- those solemn, somber grey eyes, now aflame with a combination of drink and shame and want- she feels a prickling at her ear as Robert whispers- “You’re no maiden, are you?” An icy chill sweeps up and down her back, but Robert soon abandons the thought, his lips tracing a line down the side of her neck.

Robert turns them- still half-heartedly grasping at his cock every now and then, although they all know that it’s no use- until Cersei straddles Ned’s hips. She sees her reflection in his eyes, proud and golden and beautiful and perfect; the sight thrills her, and she is about to bring her hand between her own legs when Ned gets there first. He places a thumb on her clit, and she rocks against it slowly, her breaths coming quicker and shallower- “My Queen,” he whispers, and she nearly comes at that phrase alone.

Robert slips a thick finger into her- she starts to push down onto iit, but he quickly withdraws. “Gods, Ned, she’s wet,” he murmurs, and in a wicked burst of impulse, Cersei takes Ned’s cock in hand and rubs the head against her slickness.

“I..I cannot-” Ned starts to protest, but Cersei leans over him until their faces are curtained by her lush golden hair.

“It’s a command, my lord. You must serve your King...aye, and your Queen, too.” Before he can say anything more, she captures his lips with hers and lowers herself down onto him. It is all she can do to keep from crying out into his mouth- he’s larger than Jaime, and she feels nearly as tight as a maiden again. But she quickly finds a rhythm, rolling her hips over him, one hand in her hair and one splayed on his chest.

She has allowed her eyes to flutter shut, and when she opens them again, Cersei finds Robert lying beside Ned, their faces close on the pillow, the King’s hand stroking over Ned’s sweat-dampened hair. “Look at me,” Robert breathes, again and again and again, and the two men lock gazes, blue on grey- there’s an impossible sadness on both of their faces that she cannot discern, something to which she does not belong- Cersei feels suddenly incensed. I may as well not be here at all.

But rather than withdraw, the Lioness of Lannister just bears down harder on Ned’s cock, her hips moving faster until he can’t ignore her, until he can’t do anything but grip her thighs and rock up into her- Robert reaches up to pinch her nipple, and she whimpers- and then the burst of heat inside her as Ned releases his seed.

She rises from the bed to wipe the liquids from her inner thighs. When she returns, she finds her husband and their vassal still sharing a pillow- she watches as Robert places a kiss on Ned’s brow and whispers a word that sounds quite like a name.
(no subject) - workswithwords on March 17th, 2012 04:50 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - lainemontgomery on March 17th, 2012 11:25 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - lydzi on March 19th, 2012 11:30 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - lainemontgomery on March 21st, 2012 03:34 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - xylodemon on March 22nd, 2012 12:29 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - lainemontgomery on March 22nd, 2012 03:36 pm (UTC) (Expand)
hell is other peopleworkswithwords on March 17th, 2012 03:43 pm (UTC)
Elia/Oberyn, first time cunnilingus
battling lady sorceress: you smelt of jasmine that morningjeynebesterling on March 17th, 2012 03:59 pm (UTC)
brienne/hyle - hyle goes down on brienne
bluebright_lbluebright_l on March 24th, 2012 09:52 pm (UTC)
The Maiden and the Hunt
Sex had never been in her plans, had never even been something to hope for, really, Brienne mused as she waited for Hyle and Pod outside the inn. And yet...and yet, what had happened last night, and the night before that... Her ears were burning, and she knew she was blushing furiously, despite the chill in the air.

The first time had been an accident. It had to’ve been, she told herself. They’d been sleeping rough, out under a shelter made of fallen branches, no protection from anything, really, except maybe being seen from the road. There was just enough room for two of them, as it turned out, and Pod refused, his stammer becoming downright painful to listen to. That was the first time... Well, she’d touched herself before, in bathing or dressing, but never... The way his hand had brushed across her breast, just a glancing touch, but enough that her nipples hardened. She told herself it was the cold. And when he was pressed against her arse, hard and hot, Gods, he was hot, one hand grasping her hip, well, that was because of the cold too. And when she’d pressed back, arching her back slightly, not knowing what else to do, how to act, the warmth had been reason enough.

I'm sorry, this is waaaay too long! Read the rest here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/368596
Sternflammendensternflammenden on March 17th, 2012 04:06 pm (UTC)
Jon/Sam, first time.
Sarah: Jaime/Brienneiorwen107 on March 17th, 2012 04:34 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Brienne fucking in the bath
Laine Montgomerylainemontgomery on March 17th, 2012 04:39 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Sansa/Brienne- true knights
lysander james: a song of; the dragondaredisturb on March 17th, 2012 04:41 pm (UTC)
loras/renly, public sex
mcbannermaker: harry tonguemcbannermaker on March 17th, 2012 05:40 pm (UTC)
A not so hidden one
"No, you can not..." Renly started hissing as he suddenly felt Loras tongue warm on his neck. He wanted to push him away but, somehow that tiny touch was giving him a sensation that was wandering though his entire body and he was somewhat unable to make any movement.
"I can not...do what?", Loras whispered in Renlys ear as he contuined leaving tiny kisses on Renlys neck.
Usually, Renly would not mind being kissed by Loras, asspecially not in such a seductive way. The thing that bothered him was, they were in the tent of Loras, at the day of the joust.
"This", Renly said and finally managed to walk some steps away. His legs were shaking. "People could walk in"
Loras lifted his left eyebrow, Renly would kill for the ability to just lift one eyebrow, instead he always moves his entire forehead-
"Are you sure?"
"Am I what?", Renly asked puzzled but Loras was already roughly kissing him. Their tongues met eachother, pressed between their lips. Soft, wet, hot. Slowly Renly started tugging the many curls of Loras, and pulled him closer to him. He felt Loras grinning to himself, knowing he won, and so he broke free of the rough kiss and started leaving tiny bites around Renlys neck.
"Take off your clothes!" Loras demanded and bit softly in Renlys upper lip. And Renly obeyed- although he knew someone could walk in at anytime. That someone could catch them.
And somehow this turned him on even more.
Loras went down on his knees and started sucking on renlys half hard cock.
"Oh gods", Renly moaned. It was too much to take. The warmth of Loras mouth, the movements of his tongue against his shaft, the little pressure. He needed Loras now.
Renly pulled away from Loras, who actually managed to look surprised and pulled him up on his curls. Then, he placed another rough kiss on Loras lips, while placing a hand on his arse, trying to rip down the pants. He needed Loras so badly, he didn't care if someone would walk in and find out about them. Like it was a secret anyway.
Loras turned around and Renly quickly eased into him. They have done it so many times, but every other time, still made Renlys stomach tumble from excitement. He hold still for some moments, trying to collect himself, and give Loras time to adjust before he started pushing into Loras completely. And again. And again.
Soon, Renly fell into a quick rhythm, while rubbing over Loras own cock aswell, knowing he wouldn't last enough to make Loras cum without help.
"Gods", Loras moaned and instantly pressed his hand over his mouth trying to calm the loud breathing and the moaning. And suddenly they heard a voice.
"Ser Loras? We need you outside for a moment, its about your mare", someone, Renly could not add a face to the voice, but in the state he was in right now, he would probably not even reconize his brothers voice.
"Gimme a moment", Loras muttered an answer while Renly, little tease that he sometimes was, thrusted deeply into him. As the footsteps went away, Renly pushed into Loras sometimes more, before noticing the warm liquid of Loras running over his hand, and then he came too.
He pulled out of Loras and sat down, looking lovestruck at his former squire and grinned like an idiot.
Re: A not so hidden one - smittenskitten on April 21st, 2012 06:42 am (UTC) (Expand)
lysander james: a song of; the dragondaredisturb on March 17th, 2012 04:44 pm (UTC)
loras/renly, where renly 'tops' from the bottom
lysander james: a song of; the dragondaredisturb on March 17th, 2012 04:45 pm (UTC)
loras/renly, modern!AU, use of sex toys
lysander james: a song of; the dragondaredisturb on March 17th, 2012 04:48 pm (UTC)
loras/renly, drunk sex
lysander james: a song of; the dragondaredisturb on March 17th, 2012 04:51 pm (UTC)
loras/renly, margaery wanking somewhere in l/r's tent (she may or may not get caught)
(Anonymous) on March 17th, 2012 04:53 pm (UTC)
Ned/Cat, infidelity (AU where she married Brandon)
Juno: Catelyn by Kasiopeiajuno_chan on March 18th, 2012 05:39 am (UTC)
thou shall not covet

She grips the high back of the chair behind his head with one hand, the other digging hard into his shoulder as she moves, rolling her hips against his, her skirts falling like a curtain over both of their thighs.

There is little more he could do to dishonor his own brother, his sworn lord, he should not want her (should not love her), he tells himself firmly, but it is difficult to remember these things, honor and honesty (family duty honor, those Tully words), when she’s on his lap and he’s hard inside her, her breath hot against his cheek. If Brandon loved her as she should be loved, as she deserved to be loved, it would not be this way, Ned tell himself, but he does so miserably and does not believe his own words – he would want her anyway, it would not matter what Brandon did or did not do.

Catelyn breathes a soft moan in the back of her throat, pressing harder down on him and her hand tightening on his shoulder as he drives her closer to the edge with a hand beneath her skirts, working slow deliberate circles against her, and she is so beautiful with her head thrown back in pleasure that he can barely stand it, he wishes he could hold her in that moment forever.

He presses his free hand to the back of her neck, to pull her close, to claim her mouth, and she abandons her grip on the chair to wrap her arms around his shoulders as he thrusts up into her and she brushes her tongue to his. There is a sweetness in her mouth that he savors, that he thinks of when he sits below her spot on the raised dais, when he departs the castle that had been his home once.

There is rarely a bed for them, rarely a spare moment that they can seize, and somehow that makes the wanting all the worse. Ned is not one to hold to intrigue and secrets but the other choice is to not have her at all, ever, and it is for that he takes his poison. His brother would have his head off, and rightly, and yet here he is, and here it is.

She hisses against his mouth, nipping his lip as she climaxes with the firm movements of his thumb and hips, and he grips her hips hard between his hands to chase his own finish, his lips traveling along her jawline to press against her throat – gently, carefully, careful to not leave a mark on her fair skin that could be seen by those who cannot see.

The affection that follows is almost as dangerous as the lingering scent of sex in the air; she drops her head to the crook of his shoulder and he presses his lips to her temple, fingers working to smooth through the tangles in her hair where it is spread over her shoulders and across his chest, his other arm pulling her firmly against him, savoring the feel of her body to his.

If not for this accident of birth that made his brother the eldest and the heir, she could have been his in truth, honorably, but a second son could have never wed a Tully girl. His brother is not the man, not the husband, not the liege lord that Ned thought he would be, but it is all his by right and so Ned swallows words and rebukes and follows as he has been taught to do. I could have had her and Barbrey could have had Brandon, and the happier we all might have been for it.

Barbrey is hardly discreet, and there had been a bitterness to that, once, but now it serves as a sort of equilibrium, a balance, an equalizer as they lie beside each other and savor the sour taste of duty, she wants his brother and he wants his brother’s wife; and it is wrong, so wrong, and yet it somehow suits (except for Brandon, who doesn’t quite see the pace they have set, thinking both his mistresses and his wife devoted as he dispenses too harsh justice from the seat of Winterfell).

There is a point, for everyone, at which they break.

Cat murmurs against his neck and disentangles herself, climbing from his lap and arms, smoothing down her skirts (there is rarely a moment, for them). A lock of hair bright as copper clings damply to her neck, and he reaches out to smooth it reverently back into place. (The guilt will come later, the regret for the brother he had hoped to be, and the brother he had hoped to have.)

She smiles at him with a sadness in her blue eyes, as though knowing his thoughts. “Maybe in another life, things could have been different.”
(no subject) - misstopia on March 18th, 2012 02:48 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - juno_chan on March 18th, 2012 07:21 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - flwrpwr_vampyre on March 19th, 2012 02:31 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - juno_chan on March 19th, 2012 02:41 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - fields195 on March 20th, 2012 04:50 am (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on March 17th, 2012 04:54 pm (UTC)
Stannis/Davos - stannis is a power bottom!
nicolecyanidesuicide on March 17th, 2012 04:55 pm (UTC)
theon/robb - theon ties robb up and teases him for a long time
naylas2naylas2 on March 18th, 2012 12:23 am (UTC)
I second this so hard
lysander james: a song of; the beggar kingdaredisturb on March 17th, 2012 05:01 pm (UTC)
viserys/daenerys, experimentation then sex (pre-AGoT viserys never ever goes mad/abuses dany AU)
(Anonymous) on May 5th, 2012 03:26 am (UTC)
So...I know this was requested a while back, but I'm seriously tempted to fill.
ohhwanderlustohhwanderlust on March 17th, 2012 05:02 pm (UTC)
arya/gendry - modern!au, car sex
juhlillithjuhlillith on March 19th, 2012 12:38 am (UTC)
I need this because of reasons!
(no subject) - bloodofpyke on March 19th, 2012 01:13 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - juhlillith on March 19th, 2012 09:33 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - ohhwanderlust on March 19th, 2012 10:01 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - joaniemaloney on March 19th, 2012 11:24 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - (Anonymous) on April 4th, 2012 01:09 am (UTC) (Expand)
mcbannermaker: finn funnymcbannermaker on March 17th, 2012 05:03 pm (UTC)
Viserys/Renly - blood play.
lysander james: a song of; the beggar kingdaredisturb on March 17th, 2012 05:07 pm (UTC)
ohhwanderlustohhwanderlust on March 17th, 2012 05:47 pm (UTC)
robb/myrcella - "you have a son, i have a daughter. we'll join our houses." (her) first time, oral sex, wedding night
ohhwanderlustohhwanderlust on March 17th, 2012 05:55 pm (UTC)
dany and arianne, margaery, asha, myrcella, sansa or arya - any combination or more than one of them works too, daughters of the great houses of westeros showing queen dany just how loyal they are.

Edited at 2012-03-17 05:56 pm (UTC)