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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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I like you first and second and third.: asoiaf | cerseimiawkitten on March 17th, 2012 07:53 pm (UTC)
Sybell/Lancell, in the sept (turning to a new religion)

Edited at 2012-03-17 07:54 pm (UTC)
I like you first and second and third.: asoiaf | assholemiawkitten on March 17th, 2012 07:55 pm (UTC)
Robb/Jeyne, she comforts him after finding out Bran and Rickon's 'fate'

Edited at 2012-03-18 02:32 am (UTC)
fsfitzgeraldsfsfitzgeralds on March 20th, 2012 03:39 am (UTC)
fix you
With his lips on hers it was easy to forget that he was supposed to be the enemy, that his poor young brothers were dead at the hand of his closest friend, that she and him were not two peasants who could afford to make mistakes, to kiss and touch and desire like this, so fiercely, so dangerously.

The slow-drying tears on his cheeks, pressed against hers, were a reminder, but not a strong enough one to slow their hands. Words ran senselessly through her mind- king, family, war, dishonor- but they held no meaning; they were runes carved into a wall of stone, their significance lost long ago. Far away, in the darkest corners of her mind that still remembered reason, she warred with herself. He embraced me, I was sent to heal him, I only meant to offer him solace, not this, never this, this is all but a dream... Her mother's voice seemed to sound, then, and in a deep frightening timbre it warned her: dishonor on yourself and on your family, and danger for the boy as well...

But he was easing her gently backwards into the feather bed that had once been hers, when this room had been hers, when this whole castle had been hers and her family's- and one hand was stroking gently at her hair, the other on her thigh, above the skirt, amusingly chaste while simultaneously being horribly, horribly not. The pressure of that hand seemed to burn her, seemed to weigh against her with surprising force, and for a moment time seemed to freeze and she knew she must decide. He felt her hesitation and pulled away to meet her eyes with his own- so blue, so sad- and with the highborn courtesy that was expected of him he said, voice quavering, "My lady?"

She had already made up her mind. She pulled him back towards her, helping him work off his furs and leathers, then her gown, but he was northern and the entire thing, simple as it was, was far too complicated for the urgency they both felt and it was torn easily away, off of her, flung to the ground alongside their honor.

He entered her slowly, at first, eyes hungrily taking in her naked form- smooth exposed skin and firm rounded breasts and the faint outline of her bones beneath the surface of it all. His mouth kissed hers with fresh ferocity. She cried out- half from pain, half from pleasure- and felt her maiden's blood run down her thigh, onto the bed, and there was the proof of it, no returning now, no pretending this night and this mistake- for surely it was a mistake, was it not?- had not happened.

She reached up to wrap her arms around him, nails digging into his back and breasts pressed against his own bare chest. He moved faster inside of her with a small sigh of gratification and she spread herself wider for him, allowing him to fill her up, the pain between her legs slowly giving way to unadulterated pleasure as he thrust, again and again, murmuring her name over and over as if it were a source of wonder to him; a foreign phrase that he wished to understand.

And then he let out a strangled cry as his whole body shuddered and he spilled his seed within her. He collapsed against her, breath hot against her neck. For a moment she was furious, craving the release that he had felt, but the King in the North gave her a half-sheepish grin as he pulled himself from her and moved his right hand to the wetness between her thighs.

She gasped as he slipped a finger within her, and then another, as he began to carefully work at the swollen mound at the crest of her slit with short, deft movements, rubbing and pulling with surprising skill until a blissful heat gathered gradually and then released with a fresh burst of ecstasy. Jeyne gasped, allowing herself for the first time to say his name, not his title- ooh, Robb- and the smile he gave her held an endearing sort of pride in it.

Afterwards, he leaned over, blew out the candle beside the bed, and pulled her close against him. Neither spoke. Head against his chest, she pulled one of the furs lying in a heap next to her over them and gazed out the window at the moon, pale and lovely. Within moments, the boy beside her had fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep. She could only stare at him, contemplating with a dull calm the world she would wake to in the morning.
Re: fix you - lainemontgomery on March 20th, 2012 07:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
I like you first and second and third.miawkitten on March 17th, 2012 07:57 pm (UTC)
Theon/Robb, before he leaves for Pyke, outdoors, rough

Edited at 2012-03-17 08:14 pm (UTC)
leah rebecca: Theon Greyjoybloodofpyke on March 18th, 2012 09:50 pm (UTC)
some things aren't worth losing
He wondered what home looked like.

If he would still be in awe of the towers and bridge, if he could still hear the sea rise and fall and crash down all around him, if his father’s eyes would still turn to stone when he looked at him, if he would even be remembered at all.

He had jumped at the chance to sail back to Pyke, thinking of all the ways he would be proving himself. As a brother, as more than a brother to Robb; as a worthy son, a man to his father; as an heir, the blood of Pyke once lost but now returned to the Ironborn.

If he closed his eyes, he could almost feel the rocking of the sea beneath his feet and he grinned, thinking that he was a Greyjoy still, an Ironborn still.

He opened his eyes to Robb, to Robb standing there, the moonlight glinting off his eyes until they shone, and then to Robb, moving towards him, hands buried in his hair, tongue tracing his lips. He grinned at that too, grinned into the kiss until Robb shoved him against a tree, nails turning to knives on his skin, teeth biting at him like a wolf’s.

“What the-” he tried to say, but he couldn’t get the words out, so he shut up and kissed Robb back with all he had. And then he was moaning as Robb’s hands were tugging his clothes off, as the cold misted across his bare skin, and words didn’t seem so important anymore.

The bark was rough against his skin, the ground cold and hard, but he could hardly feel it, could hardly feel anything apart from Robb. Their breaths were coming in puffs, and Robb’s hands were grabbing at Theon like he was going to slip away and he would be left with nothing, like nothing else mattered outside of this.

And even when it was over, when they lay on the ground, spent and tired and alive, Robb’s hands were still grasping at him, and Theon wondered if he had turned into half a ghost already, snatched away from Robb and leaving only a pile of memories behind.

He saw the bruises the next day, scattered across his body like pieces of his king, and he wondered if maybe there were things Robb was afraid of losing after all.
Re: some things aren't worth losing - mockyrfears on March 18th, 2012 09:56 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: some things aren't worth losing - miawkitten on March 18th, 2012 09:57 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: some things aren't worth losing - cyanidesuicide on March 18th, 2012 10:02 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: some things aren't worth losing - oximore on March 19th, 2012 09:13 am (UTC) (Expand)
I like you first and second and third.: asoiaf | daughter of the rain and snowmiawkitten on March 17th, 2012 08:03 pm (UTC)
Petyr/(Queen)Sansa, tease and denial
curses to this mirage!: ASOIAF--House Baelishembossedsilver on March 18th, 2012 10:23 pm (UTC)
Fill: Assurance (Petyr x Sansa)
He thinks he still has power. The thought arrives clear and sudden when he comes to her that night, all courtly smiles and teasing words.

The crown he helped win her was laid on her head that morning, the fate of the North placed in her slim hands. And yet here he was, and he looked at her as if she was still a student, a plaything, a pawn.

He’s come to beg, though. That much was clear, even if his pride would never let that rise to the surface. Sansa had caught his eye before he bowed to her that morning, had seen the flicker of uncertainty there—a fleeting worry, something only she could catch.

Sometimes she wondered if he was ever aware of how much he taught her.

Petyr doesn’t tell her what he wants when she lets him in her chambers, but the way his hands flutter through the parchments that line her desk, the way he leans in to brush her hair away and whispers suggestions based on lies tells her all.

She lets him take her mouth, falling into the familiar give and take, biting into his lips and relishing the sounds she draws from him. He lifts her up onto the desk and they sit at eye level, a position that she can’t help but see as wrong. She wraps her legs around his slim hips and digs his heels into his back till he presses his face against her neck, shoulders trembling. She smiles slightly at their reflection in the window behind them.

She makes no protest as he enters her, angry at herself for the sigh that escapes her lips. To remove herself from this betrayal of her body, she thinks of her crown, of justice, of the way he must bow and simper to her. Her pleasure builds into something beyond a physical reaction.

Her eyes fall to the small silver blade on the edge of her desk, used to break the seals on document after document. Trembling, she moves one hand from his hair to caress it.

It would be perfect, she thinks, as his lips move back to her mouth, biting and claiming. She pictures the rush of the climax, the rush of the blood, and pulls him close to her, breaking around him with a whispered moan.

Her cheeks flush, from embarrassment more than anything else. He looks at her with the same air of superiority he always has, and she can’t help herself from slapping him before he can continue.

Petyr pulls away in shock, his gray-green eyes burning with frustration. Sansa lowers herself to the floor and orders him out, forcing her voice not to tremble, forcing herself to never break his gaze.

She presses the silver knife into her hand when he leaves, and pictures again what it will look like when his throat opens for her, her eyes never leaving his.

But the feel of his cheek under her hand is fresher, and the look in his eyes then was more than worth it. She fingers the knife and thinks that, yes, she can assure his fears.

She still has some use for him.
Re: Fill: Assurance (Petyr x Sansa) - miawkitten on March 19th, 2012 06:46 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Fill: Assurance (Petyr x Sansa) - embossedsilver on March 19th, 2012 11:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
I like you first and second and third.: asoiaf | cerseimiawkitten on March 17th, 2012 08:10 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Cersei, she dresses as a serving wench to meet him in secret
Cassandra.cassandranoelle on March 18th, 2012 11:04 pm (UTC)
A Lion in Disguise
The rough fabric of the wool dress scraped against her bare nipples. 'Jaime will like that.' She thought, smiling to herself and pulling her lip into her teeth, biting it softly.

She neared his chamber door, excitement pooling in her stomach. Cersei had worn her hair in a plain bun, and donned the horrid grey dress, all to disguise herself from the little birds with seeing eyes and booming voices.

She knocked quietly on the splintering wood three times, and on the third knock Jaime opened the door. Their smiles mirrored each other as Cersei closed the door, shoving the lock into place.

"You look..."

"Like a maid?" She purred, her thin fingers trailing through the chest hair that sprung from the deep V neck of his yellowed undershirt.

Jaime didn't answer her, but instead pressed his lips firmly against hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, their need for each other growing.

Jaime fumbled with the laces on the back of her dress, his fingers clumsy, his mind fevered. He picked her up gently by the hips and laid her across the bed.


"Cersei." He panted against her neck. "My sweet..my love." Cersei closed her eyes as he entered her, and let out the breath she'd been holding. She'd made it. She was here. Jaime was making love to her, and everything was right in the whole bloody world.

She nipped at his neck, taking each rough thrust with only a whimper. Jaime moved to sit her up on his lap, lowering her onto his cock with ease. Her nails dug into the muscled expanse of his shoulders as he pumped away inside her. His thumb against her clit sent her over the edge. Her vision a blur of him and stars.


"Never leave me." She whispered against his lips. "Never leave."

Edited at 2012-03-18 11:06 pm (UTC)
Re: A Lion in Disguise - embossedsilver on March 18th, 2012 11:34 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: A Lion in Disguise - cassandranoelle on March 18th, 2012 11:59 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: A Lion in Disguise - juno_chan on March 19th, 2012 01:57 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: A Lion in Disguise - cassandranoelle on March 19th, 2012 06:37 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: A Lion in Disguise - miawkitten on March 19th, 2012 06:48 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: A Lion in Disguise - cassandranoelle on March 19th, 2012 09:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
nicolecyanidesuicide on March 17th, 2012 08:22 pm (UTC)
theon/robb - modern au, phone sex
battling lady sorceress: i will rise upjeynebesterling on March 17th, 2012 09:36 pm (UTC)
brienne/hyle, hyle likes to be dominated by brienne

Edited at 2012-03-18 12:25 am (UTC)
uki: pic#116515218ukisama on March 17th, 2012 11:15 pm (UTC)
Robb/Jon blowjobs Cat or Theon (or both lol) catch them.
Laine Montgomerylainemontgomery on March 17th, 2012 11:27 pm (UTC)
Margaery/Brienne- jealousy
naylas2naylas2 on March 18th, 2012 12:06 am (UTC)
Robb/Jon or Robb/Theon - blood kink
naylas2: pic#113566836naylas2 on March 18th, 2012 12:09 am (UTC)
Theon/Robb - Robb always refuses to go to the bordel with him so Theon grows curious about how robb would behave with a hooker and he fantasizes about it.
Deryn: cutekrakenderyn on March 18th, 2012 12:11 am (UTC)
Asha/Qarl/Tristifer - because one man just isn't enough.
bluebright_lbluebright_l on March 21st, 2012 01:52 am (UTC)
Part 1/2
When the door to her chambers flew open, banging on the cold stone wall, Asha took a long moment to savor the taste of Qarl on her tongue, salty and masculine and him, before lifting her head to stare frankly at her future husband.

“What do you want, Tris?” Asha sprawled between Qarl’s legs, propped up on an elbow. She smiled sharply at her fiance as she wrapped long fingers around her lover’s cock, stroking lazily.

“There’s a...a man in the hall t-to see you...” he stammered out.

“Only one?” Asha grinned. “A pity, that. Two would’ve been better...” From there it was short work to get Tris out of his clothing and into her bed. For all his faults, and Asha knew them all, he had always been an eager lover.

Asha took charge, as was her wont. On her hands and knees between Qarl’s muscled thighs, she jerked her head backwards at Tris before bending it back to lick the tip of Qarl’s cock, drawing the tip of her tongue along the swollen head. But when she felt the man at her rear easing himself into her agonizingly slowly, she rocked her hips back hard, needing more.

He made a startled sound, and she felt him throb inside of her, even as Qarl’s cock throbbed between her lips. Asha moaned, the reverberations making Qarl thrust into her mouth jerkily, holding her head steady against him with one rough hand. But between Qarl’s hand on her head, and the pinching grip of Tristifer’s hands on her hips, she was not well pleased. Who exactly is in control here?

And so with that, she pulled her head away from Qarl, nipping him on the thigh as she went, and twisted away from Tristifer’s grasping hands. She knelt between the two of them, thinking quickly, before a sly grin split her face. Asha tugged Qarl to the edge of the bed until his he was sitting with his feet planted on the floor. Tris was still kneeling on the bed, stroking himself lightly. She smacked his hand away. “Did I tell you you could touch?”

He reddened, but didn’t say a word, and Asha couldn’t help but sneer. This was the man that was supposed to be her lord husband? A queen’s consort? She knew she didn’t love him, and that didn’t bother her, but it did dismay her to find him so very...green, in the bedroom.

She turned away from him, kneeling atop Qarl’s lap, teeth scraping along his neck, marking him, before turning and sinking down onto his cock with her back to his belly. Now this is more like it... Asha’s hips rolled in a smooth, practiced rhythm as she took her pleasure, feeling Qarl’s teeth sink into the meat of her shoulder, payback for her bite. She arched her back, pain and pleasure intermingling deliciously, and slid a hand down to her clit, wishing she’d had the presence of mind to have Qarl-

Her thoughts were disrupted by a strangled cough as Tristifer shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Asha grinned, leaning back and hauling him off the bed one-handed. When she let go he stood before her, obviously struggling not to touch himself, as she’d commanded. She continued to rut against Qarl, letting her hands drift up to cup her breasts, teasing her own nipples with nimble fingers, her gaze hooded as she kept eye contact with Tris.

“Well?” she said after a moment, breath coming in harsh pants, “Am I not your queen?”

“You know you are. Queen of Salt and Rock, the Iron Queen.” His voice was strained, and his cock twitched with each breath.

Asha ground her hips down harder against Qarl, feeling herself grow more wet with each title. “Then kneel before your queen, Botley.”

He sank to his knees at once, and she grabbed a fistful of his hair, always so messy, and showed him what she wanted. He was tentative at first, just a light fluttering touch on her outer lips, trying to avoid Qarl’s cock as it pistoned in and out of her. It wasn’t enough, she needed more; Asha twisted her fingers through his dark locks, forcing his mouth onto her and Qarl’s joining. He took to it with alacrity this time, eagerly sucking and licking her and Qarl alike, and she saw through slitted eyes that he was fisting his own cock roughly at the same time.
Part 2/2 - bluebright_l on March 21st, 2012 01:53 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Part 2/2 - deryn on March 21st, 2012 02:07 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Part 2/2 - bluebright_l on March 21st, 2012 03:40 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Part 2/2 - a_cherrytree on March 22nd, 2012 03:23 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Part 2/2 - lainemontgomery on March 21st, 2012 02:28 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Part 2/2 - bluebright_l on March 21st, 2012 03:41 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Part 2/2 - semicolonlife on March 22nd, 2012 03:07 am (UTC) (Expand)
naylas2: pic#113566823naylas2 on March 18th, 2012 12:11 am (UTC)
jon/robb - modern day au - dirty talk (jon totally googles how to do it because he thinks robb would like it)
adirtyangeladirtyangel on March 18th, 2012 11:16 pm (UTC)
Seconded so much!
(no subject) - smittenskitten on April 21st, 2012 07:08 am (UTC) (Expand)
naylas2: pic#113566785naylas2 on March 18th, 2012 12:17 am (UTC)
theon/robb/jon - Theon & Jon want Robb to settle on who he likes more and both go on a dispute to please the stark heir
Sternflammenden: House Greyjoy We Do Not Sowsternflammenden on March 18th, 2012 12:19 am (UTC)
Euron/Aeron, biting & drawing blood
(pre-priesthood, of course)