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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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userfriendly_xuserfriendly_x on March 18th, 2012 01:56 pm (UTC)
theon/margaery, femdom
userfriendly_xuserfriendly_x on March 18th, 2012 01:58 pm (UTC)
cersei x robb, punishing the would be king
userfriendly_x: robb ((tell me what you want me to say))userfriendly_x on March 18th, 2012 01:58 pm (UTC)
theon/robb, betrayal
I like you first and second and third.miawkitten on March 18th, 2012 11:54 pm (UTC)
nail in my coffin

He waits until the camp is silent, the fires dying into dim embers, before he makes his move, stealing into the tent. His King is bent over a map, knuckles white against the wood, brow furrowed in concentration (or is it fear? he can never tell).

He must have made a noise because Robb looks up almost immediately, his eyes locking onto Theon's and there's something savage there, something of a wolf. Something of the North, he thinks but pushes the words away, always a reminder that he doesn't quite belong.

They stumble into each other, pushing and pulling fiercely, and Robb's hands aren't gentle when they grab his hair, exposing his neck to sharp teeth. He doesn't fight, he doesn't resist at all, letting Robb slam him to the floor, mouths still pressed tightly as though afraid of letting go.

His hand is quick to find Robb hard, sliding into his breeches and draging his fingers against him. The King's breath is hot on his neck as he pants and Theon's movements are slow, teasing (waiting).

His hand is warm and wet when Robb collapses on him and he pulls him in closer, tongue rough against teeth, swallowing the last inches between them. He tries to ignore the smile as he kisses the corner of Robb's mouth shut, clean hand steady as it grasps the hilt of the dagger at his belt.

He loses count after the first few blows, after the light is gone from those eyes.

Funny, he thinks, how silent it can be, digging steel into flesh.
(no subject) - mockyrfears on March 19th, 2012 12:04 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - miawkitten on March 19th, 2012 12:07 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - bloodofpyke on March 19th, 2012 12:18 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - miawkitten on March 19th, 2012 12:26 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - oximore on March 19th, 2012 05:20 pm (UTC) (Expand)
userfriendly_x: lily ((since you've been gone))userfriendly_x on March 18th, 2012 02:00 pm (UTC)
melisandre x davos, burns
♔ Lydzi ♔ Au service du Roi Rickon.lydzi on March 20th, 2012 12:24 am (UTC)
Trying this.

Breathe.

Fire surounds him. Everywhere he turns, each exit he finds, is up in flames. But Davos is strangely unafraid. He grasps her tights with ease and she suppresses a gasp, her smile never faltering. He would give so much in order to swap that smirk out of her face. He thinks of slapping her at some point but other images are flashing in his mind.

Dirtier.

" Am I not to your liking Ser Davos. Would you wish me hotter?" she asks, sweet venom in her whispers.

Her face is like a painting in this unnatural light and Davos blinks and lets his mouth run over her smooth leg instead.

" What a funny girl," he answers sarcastically. "A natural well of wit. Is it a requirement from your God?"

She is not pleased he can tell and a flame comes near Davos right elbow and seems to lick him impatiently.

" Don't get snappy with me, firestarter."

" Look who's talking."

Fingers finds the side loops of her robes, and he pulls her towards him more insistently. He doesn't even remember when she managed to get him half naked but she seems better than him at this game. His breathing becomes shallower and hers matches soon after. His hand slides down, lower, grabbing the soft curves beneath his palm and pushing relentlessly.

He hates her. Every part of her body (too sleek, you can drown yourself in a skin and curves like that), her eyes (snake he wants to tell her but instead his tongue is battling hers and it's hard to tell who is winning), her voice (shut up, I do not want to hear about your God, false and lies, smoke and mirrors). Everything.

It isn't long before he feels her fingers pressing against him, the thin layer of his breeches the only thing between them now. He thrusts faster inside her hand, moaning as she writhes against him. She looks at him blankly and the only way he knows what she is feeling inside is the turmoil of the flames around them. Fire is getting impatient as her cunt gets slick-wet and his cock moves easily against it, rubbing roughly, pressing deliciously, tantalisingly.

" What are you doing?" she hisses throw her teeth trying to get up from beneath his body. " Fuck me properly."

He grins (see I can have that smile too), lips full and eyes clowded with lust. His cock strains against her as he is beginning to push inside her, through the damp underclothing he's still wearing.
He wants her to ask him to take, to claim. She suddenly understands and she archs her body under him, her rage vibrating.

" Mark me." she orders him.

His mouth is on her neck without a second though. Tasting, biting, sipping on her like she is some wine (red and rich he believes). It smells like poison, it burns his throat like it too. There's a pain where his cock brushes the fabric now and he lets her undo it this time.

Each pulse, each thrust, and it feels a bit more like dying in a fire (he knows it's the case).

She comes before he does. He runs one finger down the length of his shaft, bringing it to her's lips. "Lick it," he says in a raw voice.

" You're playing with fire." she says quietly before opening her mouth.

He offers a dark smile. " And I'm not afraid of getting burnt."
(no subject) - bela0103 on March 20th, 2012 01:50 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - lydzi on March 20th, 2012 07:12 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - bela0103 on March 20th, 2012 01:54 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - lydzi on March 20th, 2012 09:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
userfriendly_x: sansa ((i won't sympathize anymore))userfriendly_x on March 18th, 2012 02:01 pm (UTC)
petyr x sansa, resulting in petyr being murdered yes good
leah rebecca: Sansa Starkbloodofpyke on March 18th, 2012 05:14 pm (UTC)
i swear the new day's coming
It was cold, and the wind was whispering around her legs, but she didn’t shiver; she was of the North and this cold was nothing to her.

He was shivering though, slightly, his hands on her face, his breath in her ear as he whispered, “you’re so beautiful, just like your lady mother...” and then he was kissing her, softly, and he tasted like Arbor Gold, like a game she was sick and tired of.

She kissed him back, of course she did; she was no fool. Kissed him back hard, her hands reaching up to grip the back of his neck, her tongue darting into his mouth. He smiled into the kiss, a greedy smile, and his hands ran down the length of her body, skimming her waist, her hips, and then she was moving, fitting her body on top of his, and he moaned into her mouth, hands tightening on her.

Her eyes closed, and her head tipped back, her auburn hair--no, not auburn, not anymore, but soon, perhaps--tumbling down her back, and his mouth was pressed to her neck, to the hollow of her throat, his kisses barely leaving a mark.

She wanted to leave a mark.

Her lips found his again, and she was all teeth, all the fury of the north, and his hands fluttered around her, like he didn’t know how to deal with her, like he couldn’t handle her. And now it was her smiling into the kiss, a greedy smile, and she raked her nails down his chest, the blood pricking like rubies on his skin, and something like a gasp escaped him.

When it was over, he smiled at her, a hesitant smile this time, and murmured, “that was...different, my sweet.”

“Was it?” she answered, batting her lashes and sipping at her wine.

He didn’t answer, only looked at her. And then she put down the cup, made her way over to him and kissed him again, draping her arms around his shoulders. They swayed as they kissed, danced to the center of the room, and the wind was howling here, not whispering, but still she did not shiver. A firm shove, and he was gone, falling into the night, whatever screams he might have had snatched away by the wind.

He was not smiling.

She smiled, though, smiled as she walked back to the edge of the room, where the wind quieted back down to a whisper, and she poured herself more wine, still smiling as she sipped.

It tasted like summer, her fresh cup of wine, tasted like songs, and stories, and home.
Re: i swear the new day's coming - yon_lougawou on March 18th, 2012 05:16 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: i swear the new day's coming - a_cherrytree on March 18th, 2012 05:19 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: i swear the new day's coming - rabidrainbow on March 18th, 2012 05:59 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: i swear the new day's coming - embossedsilver on March 18th, 2012 10:43 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Junojuno_chan on March 18th, 2012 05:12 pm (UTC)
Cersei/Lyanna, fire and ice

(IDK IDK POPPED INTO MY HEAD)
Maria: Sansa3eccentricsimply on March 18th, 2012 05:46 pm (UTC)
Feu et de glace
Fire and ice not always are together. One overthrow the other, one submit to the other and it always ends up with one of them being taken down.

Lions and wolves aren’t made to be together. Lions and wolves aren’t even supposed to be at the same place for the sole fact that a fight for leadership.

Women feel the need to be superior over others, to show other women that they are better, that they are stronger and wiser, that they would do whatever was necessary for their beloved, even if that meant anything.

Those women didn’t like each other; truth be told, they didn’t even tolerate each other – as well as lions and wolves, Lannisters and Starks didn’t have a great history together. What they were doing, whatever that was, turned around lust and hatred, dominance and submission, power.

Lyanna threw her head against the pillows while Cersei bit her neck, making a mark that wouldn’t be gone so soon. The moans and gasps were the only sound in the room, none of them daring to interrupt it with unnecessary talk and meaningless words. There were no begging, there were no feelings, emotions, only lust and maybe some hidden interests for the lion part, but nothing to be considered important to be mentioned.

Cersei’s fingers went inside and out Lyanna slowly enough to make her lift her hips seeking for more contact, for more friction, anything to set down the fire raising on the ice body. Instead of helping, instead of allowing the flames to be extinguished, the lioness continued pushing her mouth going after Lyanna’s lower lip, sucking on it until it was even redder than before. Lyanna held back everything she wanted to say and cried when she came, making Cersei smile.

“Fire overthrows ice.” She whispered, taking her fingers out of Lyanna and running them up her stomach. “When will you Starks understand that?”

(I don't know what I'm doing anymore.)


Edited at 2012-03-18 05:46 pm (UTC)
Re: Feu et de glace - lainemontgomery on March 18th, 2012 06:03 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Feu et de glace - juno_chan on March 18th, 2012 06:04 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - eccentricsimply on March 18th, 2012 06:14 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Laine Montgomerylainemontgomery on March 18th, 2012 06:04 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Sansa/Cersei- red and gold, competition
Cassandra.cassandranoelle on March 18th, 2012 06:22 pm (UTC)
Osha/Theon, prince of winterfell


Edited at 2012-03-18 06:23 pm (UTC)
Andrea Christoph: Jack.:.Monochromevoyevoda on March 18th, 2012 07:58 pm (UTC)
jaime/brienne, hatesex (tender hatesex also good)
Juno: Catelyn by Kasiopeiajuno_chan on March 18th, 2012 09:34 pm (UTC)
Ned/Catelyn, public place
elifwillowrune on March 18th, 2012 09:39 pm (UTC)
Jon (!Targaryen)/ Sansa- hate sex
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 18th, 2012 09:56 pm (UTC)
robb/theon, fucking in the water
oximore: Nimuehoximore on March 25th, 2012 08:58 am (UTC)
(was about to prompt something about those two in water) seconded!
leah rebeccabloodofpyke on March 18th, 2012 10:10 pm (UTC)
arya/gendry; godswood (all the godswood sex scenes~)
dizzy_whoredizzy_whore on March 18th, 2012 10:42 pm (UTC)
murmurs
This is my first time either writing a) GoT stuff or b) smut, so I'm sorry if it's not what you want!

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her throat feels raw from the wine.

her eyes don't take long to adjust to the darkness of evening. she remembers the damp cellars from so many years ago, the faces patterning the walls, and tries to reach back for some time before then. but that's what the wine is for. to try and help her remember. her name dies on her lips. so she turns over, touches him; his skin is cold, like everything; but he is alive, still.

"gendry." she rasps. he moans, awake.

"what is it?" he mumbles. his muscles ache against the hard ground, from the sour wine and the cold night.

"my name" she says "what is it? what's my name?"

he moves towards her. he smells of leather and sweat. she clings to it, gendry's scent, constant and unchanging, like the callouses on his fingers.

"you know it" he says, starting to play with the matted curls of her hair. no, she wants to scream, i don't know i don't i don't--

he kisses her. in between them a fog of sour wine, fevered fingers, the terrible desire to drive away the cold. she can't remember how many times they've done this. how many times he's tried to will away darkness and the cold with his hands and his body. it all bleeds together. gendry. her. what is her name. i know it, i do. she knows it like she knows how he'll touch her next, the rhythm of this sad dance. but it makes her blood turn warm all the same.

he unlaces her dress, kisses her collarbone, her breasts, murmuring her name into her skin, willing it to sink in. arya. arya. she grasps for it, her heart racing. yes, and gendry. gendry who is gentle when he slides into her, like she is about to break, and maybe she is, and she fights the dark chuckle bubbling at the back of her throat. her hands scramble for the weirwood, bone-white in the darkness. arya stark. breaking and being renewed, remade under the eyes of her old gods. she feels the pleasure build up in her and she bites a scream, frightened of disturbing the silence of this place, the whispers of the gods. he finishes, and warmth spreads between her legs, and the cold enters her lungs with pure, white air. arya stark. she whispers, a prayer to the old gods, thanking them. arya, gendry, arya.

Edited at 2012-03-18 10:49 pm (UTC)
Re: murmurs - breve on March 18th, 2012 11:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: murmurs - juhlillith on March 18th, 2012 11:51 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: murmurs - joaniemaloney on March 19th, 2012 11:29 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: murmurs - dizzy_whore on March 20th, 2012 11:55 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: murmurs - ozmissage on March 22nd, 2012 09:02 pm (UTC) (Expand)
leah rebeccabloodofpyke on March 18th, 2012 10:12 pm (UTC)
arya/gendry; gendry goes down on arya
hear me roar: Game of Thrones --> not todaymagisterequitum on March 18th, 2012 10:24 pm (UTC)
better things to think on (arya/gendry)
The dirt is hard and cold underneath her back, rocks and twigs scraping her naked skin; she is not the sort of girl to cry out at a few scrapes though, and so she says nothing in the way of complaining. Instead, she twists and turns, causing the ground to dig further into her.

"Get on with it," Arya orders. She does not beg or ask or plead, she orders.

And Gendry complies, gives in, acquiesces to her demands. Once he'd teased her after finding her again, called her a lady, said she was a proper grown one now. She'd laid him flat on his back with the blunt end of her blade for that.

His large hands slide up her thighs, and his breath is warm in the space between her legs where she wants him.

"I want, I want," Arya tries to say, but she has no need to.

Gendry lowers his head, dark hair curling over his brow, and his gaze is lost from her as he puts his mouth to work. His thumbs part her folds, and his tongue darts inside, mimicking the actions of his cock from the night before.

Somewhere a bird calls out but its song is lost to the two lovers in the grass.

Arya pants and twists, a hand digging into the ground, grasping at grass and pulling it up by its roots. He is good at this, has discovered what she likes. She lifts a leg to his shoulder, giving him more room, and thumping her heel into the muscle there.

Gendry smiles, and she can feel the movement against her bare cunt. He does not make her order for more though, and she is grateful for that.

She does not stifle her mouth or the noises that work their way out of her throat. Instead, she lets them escape as he spears his tongue inside her, as he uses his teeth against her clit, sucks and licks and mouths at her.

Her release comes with a shaky sigh and a heavy grunt. When she opens her eyes again, and how she had come to close them in the first place she does not, his eyes are warm on hers and his face slick with her.

Gendry reaches forward, pulls a leaf from her hair. "You are dirty now."

Arya rolls her eyes, amused at how he could wonder at something like that. "I don't care, you idiot."

She reaches for his breeches then, intent to show him how much she does not care about being dirty.

Re: better things to think on (arya/gendry) - bloodofpyke on March 18th, 2012 10:27 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: better things to think on (arya/gendry) - mockyrfears on March 18th, 2012 10:42 pm (UTC) (Expand)
leah rebeccabloodofpyke on March 18th, 2012 10:12 pm (UTC)
arya/gendry; blood kink
(Anonymous) on March 21st, 2012 10:04 pm (UTC)
You Left.
She hated him. He was supposed to be a member of her pack and he abandoned her. He left her for the Brotherhood to be some stupid knight. She had saved him, if it wasn`t for her; his and Hot Pie`s ass would probably be rotting away in Harrenhall or they might even be dead. But she saved him and this was the thanks she had gotten.
He was standing in front of her now, here in her home. Here in Winterfell. She had just returned back. She left Braavos when she heard her brothers and sister were alive. She had to return back to her family; but, as soon as she entered the gates she saw him.
She should have ran, left the stupid blacksmith there and run to her family, announcing them of her arrival. But she didn’t.
“Arya” he gasped stupidly, as he ran towards her, stretching out his arms.
That made her even angrier, he had abandoned her and now he was treating her like she was his long lost friend? If he was ever truly her friend, he would never have left her in the first place! She had been alone, thinking that most of her family was dead. Gendry was the only person she thought she had in world, but he had proven her wrong.
As he walked towards her, she unsheathed needle and began swinging at him. She had scratched his arm and the blood trickled down his bicep.
“Seven hells, Arya!” he cursed, examining the wound.
She lunged at him again, but this time he drew out his own sword to block the blow. The impact was so strong that it knocked the sword right out of her hand. Not giving up she charged him and began punching him the ribs.
He grabbed both of her hands with one of his, while the other swept her up in his arms, bringing her into the forge. He closed the door behind them and she charged him again. They both toppled to the ground and wrestled. Gendry won the fight, he was now on top of her, pinning her down under the bulk of his weight. They were both covered in scratches.
She wiggled and trashed underneath him, but Gendry did not budge. He had lost her a long time ago and he was not prepared to lose her again.
“Seven hells Arya, what’s the matter with you?” he demanded.
“What the hell is the matter with me? What the hell is the matter with you!” she screamed.
Gendry shot her a confused look, he was always stupid. “You left me! I saved you and you left me!” she spit out, tears welling in her eyes.
He got off her, bringing her up with him. He cupped her face in his hand, his callused thumbs brushing her cheek. “I know.” He said, “but I came back, stupid.”
Re: You Left. part two - (Anonymous) on March 21st, 2012 10:05 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: You Left. part two - crogos on March 22nd, 2012 08:16 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: You Left. part two - juhlillith on March 22nd, 2012 03:39 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Tianamatsuo0 on March 18th, 2012 10:13 pm (UTC)
dany/jorah, reunited
pirate_skankypirate_skanky on March 18th, 2012 10:13 pm (UTC)
robb/theon/sansa, night before sansa leaves for King's Landing.
mysticandseveremysticandsevere on March 18th, 2012 10:13 pm (UTC)
arya/gendry - loss of virginity fluff (gendry takes arya's)
dizzy_whoredizzy_whore on March 22nd, 2012 12:54 am (UTC)
Had to put it here for length: http://archiveofourown.org/works/366971

Sorry if the loss of virginity kink isn't too explicit, but I tried to muster all the fluff I could
(no subject) - mysticandsevere on March 26th, 2012 12:53 am (UTC) (Expand)
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 18th, 2012 10:38 pm (UTC)
theon (reek)/robb, au where robb didn't die at the red wedding and finds theon at drearfort
mysticandseveremysticandsevere on March 18th, 2012 11:17 pm (UTC)
this is rather short, sorry!


He had thought of Theon when he lay dying in the Twins, his mother's screams still echoing in his ears. He had thought of Theon, not Jeyne, when Grey Wind led Arya and the Hound to him.

He had not thought of this creature that sat before him now, all white hair and white skin, this creature called Reek, though he recognized him (as he always would.) He remembered the boy that he had crossed play swords with, the man who had fought beside him in battle, real sword drawn, ready to follow Robb to hell. This couldn't be the same man.

But it was and Robb would make things right. He would take back his home with Theon Greyjoy by his side.

Theon stirred - Theon, because Robb knew the truth - and opened his eyes, eyes dead before he saw Robb. Theon swallowed and choked, his eyes disbelieving, before rasping, "Brother?"

Robb barked a laugh, tears clogging his throat, before answering:

"Now and always."

Edited at 2012-03-18 11:29 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - mockyrfears on March 20th, 2012 08:33 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - corrielle on April 8th, 2012 02:36 am (UTC) (Expand)
twisted and broken, but his - bloodofpyke on March 18th, 2012 11:50 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: twisted and broken, but his - katarzis on March 18th, 2012 11:52 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: twisted and broken, but his - mockyrfears on March 18th, 2012 11:55 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: twisted and broken, but his - mind_conundrum on March 18th, 2012 11:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: twisted and broken, but his - flwrpwr_vampyre on March 19th, 2012 02:30 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: twisted and broken, but his - oximore on March 20th, 2012 07:22 am (UTC) (Expand)
The King's Justice - mytiny_sybarite on April 20th, 2012 03:07 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: The King's Justice: part two - mytiny_sybarite on April 20th, 2012 03:09 am (UTC) (Expand)
The King's Justice: part three - mytiny_sybarite on April 20th, 2012 03:10 am (UTC) (Expand)
curses to this mirage!: ASOIAF--House Baelishembossedsilver on March 18th, 2012 11:09 pm (UTC)
Petyr/Sansa, Instruction and punishment
mind_conundrum: alice morganmind_conundrum on March 18th, 2012 11:42 pm (UTC)
melisandre/ygritte, red and terrible and red
mind_conundrum: cerseimind_conundrum on March 18th, 2012 11:43 pm (UTC)
jaime/cersei, 69
mind_conundrum: bucky barnesmind_conundrum on March 18th, 2012 11:44 pm (UTC)
theon/robb, giving in
Maria: Sansa6eccentricsimply on March 20th, 2012 12:29 am (UTC)
The Worst Nightmare
They say nightmares are to be feared and brave are those who aren’t scared of them, those who don’t suffer with the weight of their demons. Nightmares are always foes, nightmares are always to be avoided, and we’re all too panicked to be willing to deal with our fears.

Dreams are worse though, but few acknowledge that. While in nightmares you have to deal with what scare you inside, dreams are the closest you will get from the things your heart most desire and, as soon as the sleep is over and the dream is gone, they are nothing but memories – and sometimes, they are just a fading shade of the happiest minutes provided by them.

They aren’t real, they aren’t palpable, they aren’t something you can take with you in your pocket and they scare Theon. Every single one of his nightmares never managed to hurt him as much as one single dream was being able of. Just one dream, just one desire, and he were broken.

In the dream he was there. He wasn’t the King in the North, he wasn’t the Lord of Winterfell, he hadn’t gone to battles, he was alive. Theon was there too. Theon was touching him, like he used to touch back on the time when they were simply lord and ward. Back on the time they could and were something else without the fear of being caught, without the fear of losing each other, because such concern didn’t have reasons to exist.

Back on the time when Theon spent his nights on his room, doing all sorts of things, but especially giving pleasure to him. Pleasure that came from Theon’s mouth, Theon’s fingers, hands, teeth, lips and, sometimes, even from the inside muscles of his ass.

Theon preferred nightmares. He always tried to wake up as soon as the dream took control of his mind and always succeed. When he finally managed to go back to sleep, nightmares of water and iron, of salt and rocks, of gods and kings, were the ones to calm him down, to make him forget about the dream.

One day, he couldn’t make it. Either he missed Robb too much, either the gods were punishing him for everything he had done, but the thing was that he couldn’t turn off and Robb was there. Fifteen years old Robb, reckless Robb, perfect Robb, with a fake innocence and a sly smirk that always made Theon’s heart beat faster. Suddenly not only his head ache, but his heart ache, his throat ache, but he was still stuck on the dream.

Theon gave in. He succumbed to the pain; he allowed the weakness to fulfill him as he lay there, motionless, his eyes closed and his mind betraying him.

He woke up with a scream.

(So yay, I gave a complete different meaning from what I had written orginially - that was pure porn - I hope you like this one though xD)



Edited at 2012-03-20 12:30 am (UTC)
margaeryrainbowmargaeryrainbow on March 18th, 2012 11:44 pm (UTC)
Cersei/Catelyn - hair
smittenskittensmittenskitten on April 17th, 2012 03:11 pm (UTC)
Yes. SOME PLEASE write!!
curses to this mirage!: ASOIAF--Targaryensembossedsilver on March 18th, 2012 11:54 pm (UTC)
Daenerys/Viserys, claiming