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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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(Anonymous) on March 19th, 2012 05:49 am (UTC)
The Hound/Sansa, cunnilingus, semi-public, can be con/dub-con/non-con. "Don't sing too loudly, little bird."
(Anonymous) on March 21st, 2012 06:41 am (UTC)
1/2
[Set sometime during ACOK. Sorry if this isn't what you wanted, I've never written ASOIAF/GOT fanfiction before]

WARNING: non-con/dub-con; Sansa's age is not disclosed

Sansa is on the roof again. She finds the stars—not calming, no. Eerie. She loses herself to her thoughts, and startles violently when hands fall heavy on her waist. From behind her, a voice rasps, “Been looking for you, birdie. Trying to fly again?” The Hound was drunk, Sansa could tell.

“Let go of me,” she tells him. She hates the way her voice shakes, as though she's a scared child and not a grown woman. My father's voice would not shake, she thinks. Nor would the queen's, for all her venom.

“No. There's something I want, little bird.” Sansa is powerless as he turns her around and backs her up against the wall, beside the door. A torch flickers to their right, casting a shadow over the Hound's burned face.

“Please,” she gasps with fear. He intends to take my maidenhead. Sansa feels dizzy with rising panic and she pushes at his huge chest with her hands but he only laughs and takes both her hands in one of his and reaches under her skirts with the other. He gracelessly pulls down her smallclothes and Sansa sobs. She struggles weakly.

Were that Lady's Shade alive. She could have been Sansa's strength. Suddenly, Sansa feels ashamed. The Hound had saved her life. It was he—not her dead father, not her dead wolf, not Cersei or the Imp or the Knight of the Flowers either—that had rescued her in the mob, had killed and maimed for her. He is a strange, hateful man, but she owes him her life.

“Hush, child.” The Hound says no more as he kneels on the ground in front of her. Sansa blinks, confused. Her voice is caught in her throat as he lifts her dress and moves her legs apart, a hand on each thigh. When he leans forward and puts his mouth indecently on her cunt, Sansa releases a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. The gasp and the cry that follows are disturbingly loud in the stillness of the night.

“Don't chirp too loudly, little bird,” he says. “You'll keep quiet or they'll have your pretty head, and my ugly one.” He speaks with his mouth pressed against her cunt, which is growing slick from it, each word a puff of hot breath and a slide of his lips. Sansa wants to scream, and shouldn't she? But she only sighs, a soft tremulous sound, while her entire body shivers in fright and pleasure. The Hound sucks on her nub and Sansa bites her lower lip to keep quiet. She wants to die of shame.

Her entire body sings when he licks at her, and rubs with his fingers too. Was this the song he always asked for, then? She bites her lip and tries not to make a sound, but a gasp escapes her, and then a soft moan. An embarrassed flush warms her neck. “Sweet as honey,” the Hound murmurs, scarcely loud enough for Sansa to hear. He groans as if she is the finest thing he's ever tasted. Sansa feels an odd tightness inside her at that, and the sweet ache between her thighs reaches its peak. Her fingers scrabble at the stone and her legs shake but she only whimpers softly through her release.
2/2 - (Anonymous) on March 21st, 2012 06:42 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: 2/2 - lydzi on March 21st, 2012 08:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: 2/2 - workswithwords on March 22nd, 2012 01:24 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: 2/2 - xperfect_lines on April 30th, 2012 05:26 pm (UTC) (Expand)
curses to this mirage!: ASOIAF--House Combo!embossedsilver on March 19th, 2012 05:55 am (UTC)
Oberyn/Ellaria/female character (original or not), threesome

Bonus points if it's Cersei, bonus bonus if Ellaria receives preferential treatment.
Laurarhymesforme on March 19th, 2012 06:33 am (UTC)
Bronn/Shae

behind Tyrion's back.
Cassandra.cassandranoelle on March 19th, 2012 06:34 am (UTC)
Dany/Drogo, too much wine
Deryn: devilgrrlderyn on March 19th, 2012 07:10 am (UTC)
Alleras/Sam, in the library, the Sphinx's gender surprise
a girl with kaleidoscope eyes: amy hairporna_cherrytree on March 19th, 2012 11:37 am (UTC)
theon/asha - competing over who makes the other come first

Edited at 2012-03-20 02:13 am (UTC)
(Anonymous) on March 19th, 2012 01:48 pm (UTC)
Arya/Gendry, against the wall, clothes on.
i'm down to your last cigarettebreve on March 19th, 2012 02:36 pm (UTC)
god yes
(no subject) - dizzy_whore on March 19th, 2012 08:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - juhlillith on March 19th, 2012 08:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Arya/Gendry Monday Morning 1/2 - crogos on March 20th, 2012 01:38 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Arya/Gendry Monday Morning 2/2 - crogos on March 20th, 2012 01:39 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Arya/Gendry Monday Morning 2/2 - (Anonymous) on March 20th, 2012 08:17 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Arya/Gendry Monday Morning 2/2 - juhlillith on March 21st, 2012 12:27 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Arya/Gendry Monday Morning 2/2 - smittenskitten on April 21st, 2012 09:25 am (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on March 19th, 2012 06:22 pm (UTC)
arya/gendry-reunion/the first time they see each other again
(Anonymous) on March 20th, 2012 02:27 pm (UTC)
yes. PLEASE.
chewed up and spit out - bloodofpyke on March 21st, 2012 05:06 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: chewed up and spit out - margaeryrainbow on March 21st, 2012 05:47 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: chewed up and spit out - juhlillith on March 21st, 2012 04:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: chewed up and spit out - dizzy_whore on March 21st, 2012 04:52 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: chewed up and spit out - crogos on March 21st, 2012 06:49 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: chewed up and spit out - hotpiexoxo on March 21st, 2012 09:47 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: chewed up and spit out - semicolonlife on March 22nd, 2012 03:33 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: chewed up and spit out - smittenskitten on April 17th, 2012 09:04 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on March 19th, 2012 06:43 pm (UTC)
Cersei/Aegon VI - She wasn't given the father so she will take the son and do exactly as she pleases with him.
daenathedefiantdaenathedefiant on March 19th, 2012 10:32 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Sansa, Jaime tied up
♔ Lydzi ♔ Au service du Roi Rickon.: Victarion Greyjoy.lydzi on March 19th, 2012 11:06 pm (UTC)
Victarion/Daenarys - Sea and Blood.
bela0103bela0103 on March 20th, 2012 01:44 am (UTC)
Cersei/Varys, pegging
(Anonymous) on March 20th, 2012 02:12 am (UTC)
Jaime/Brienne, sparring that turns into passionate and/or rough sex
marbleantigonemarbleantigone on March 20th, 2012 04:17 am (UTC)
Brandon x Barbrey, he wants his sword sharp enough to shave a woman's cunt
Sternflammenden: The North remembers.sternflammenden on March 20th, 2012 05:03 am (UTC)
Barbrey/Brandon, Sharp enough, Part I
Barbrey rides to Barrowton, unconcerned really if anyone sees, because her thoughts are wound around Brandon Stark’s tongue and prick. She digs in her heels, hearing the horse grunt and feeling its muscles tense beneath her thighs. She rides a-spraddle, eschewing the ladylike sidesaddle that dear sister and the other lady cousins affect. It’s so much more efficient when haste, rather than fashion, is the order. It’s a short ride, really, if you’ve the right horse, and the one that she’s stolen from her father’s stables is just right for her purposes, a palfrey intended for one of Lord Ryswell’s benefactors.

She doesn’t enter Barrowtown proper; instead she heads to the assigned meeting place that they’d agreed upon, back straight, forcing her face out of the smile that threatens to soften her features, so narrow and sharp. Birdlike, her mother had always said, and Barbrey likes to think of herself as a hawk, an eagle, all shrill cries, swooping attacks, and grasping talons. And where Brandon is concerned, that might as well be the truth.

He lolls under the half-shade of a wild oak, clad in roughspun and riding leathers, his hair disheveled, hanging in his eyes. He peers out at her as she approaches, her sure footsteps cutting through the grass, the mount trailing behind her, its labored breath after her harried ride steaming in the cool morning air.

He’s holding a sword, a recent acquisition, and he toys with it, spanning it back and forth so that it catches the sunlight that is just beginning to creep over the world, and a gleam catches Barbrey’s eye, blinding her temporarily, and when she cries out, Brandon grins. When she clasps his hand, squeezing it against the pommel, the grin turns feral and he pulls her against him, hand grasping her waist, the other holding the sword before her.

“Impressed?”

She frowns, sneering a bit. It’s all a game, of course. “Just old iron,” Barbrey returns. “Did you find that it a field somewhere?”

“A field indeed. A gift from my Lord Father.” He holds it up, at her eye level, and she can see at this distance the fine work that has gone into its creation. “A virgin blade,” Brandon says with an insinuating note in his voice. “Sharp enough to shave a woman’s cunt.”

“Is that so?” She laughs then, throatily, more amused than offended. Her back pressed to him, his hand flat against her stomach, she can feel his stiffness, just beginning, firm against her. It only amuses her more. “And you prefer lord’s toys to women’s cunts?”
Re: Barbrey/Brandon, Sharp enough, Part II - sternflammenden on March 20th, 2012 05:04 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Barbrey/Brandon, Sharp enough, Part II - marbleantigone on March 20th, 2012 05:12 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Barbrey/Brandon, Sharp enough, Part II - lainemontgomery on March 20th, 2012 02:30 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Barbrey/Brandon, Sharp enough, Part II - sternflammenden on March 20th, 2012 03:17 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Barbrey/Brandon, Sharp enough, Part II - marbleantigone on March 20th, 2012 04:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
moofieloumoofielou on March 20th, 2012 05:23 am (UTC)
Jon/Arya, sexual experimentation
smittenskitten: vintagesmittenskitten on April 17th, 2012 03:09 pm (UTC)
Secrets - Part 1
His voice rasped as he grunted out loud.
His breeches were pulled around his thighs. He stood in room with his cock hard, throbbing. His right hand wrapped around his hard member while the other holds up his loose shirt. He jerks harder, grunts more.
So close.
Then fire shoots under his closed eyes with a name in his lips.
“Arya.”
He stumbled, he was on his knees. This was so wrong.
Jon grunts again.
“Enjoying yourself, my lord?” Her voice laced with amusement, she stood by the door frame with a little smirk playing on her lips. Her dark brown hair tied into a bun, her long dress covered her hourglass body. She wasn’t a little girl anymore. At the age of eight and ten she had all the charms of a young maid. She was beautiful with and without his cloths. And she was his sister.
Step sister.
Jon had contemplated his actions for a long time. He was in a internal dilemma. Arya. But he was weak. He was a bastard. And he didn’t care when she was near. He craved her.
She stepped inside closing the door behind her.
“Take off your cloths.” He rasped out taking his shirt off as he stood. His breeches slid down more, hanging on to his knees. He could feel himself stiffen again.
Her skin shimmered in the firelight. Her dress pooled around her feet. She stepped out of her discarded cloths coming closer to him.
“Get down on your knees.” She looked down at his stiffened member. He was so. HARD!
She didn’t waste any time. She was on her knees, taking him in her hands. Pulling off his breeches off his legs.
“Ahh.” Jon was ashamed. He was already so close, just from a touch.
“Mouth.” Her lips came closer. He always wondered what would she do. Arya didn’t like playing sometimes, and sometimes she would play, make him crazy, loose his mind.
She was clearly in the mind for foreplay as she kissed the crown of his cock. All the sensation that rushed through his body almost sent him to another release. She smiled taking the head into her mouth.
She sucked.
She lapped.
She used her teeth.
“Fuck.”
Jon buried his fingers on her hair moving her away from his member.
“No.” She protested. Jon made her stand up.
“Yes.” He kissed her lips for the first time that evening.

Edited at 2012-04-21 09:27 am (UTC)
Secrets - Part 2 - smittenskitten on April 17th, 2012 03:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on March 20th, 2012 05:49 am (UTC)
Jon/Sansa, scars
Rex: KH - keybladeicequeenrex on April 17th, 2012 10:39 pm (UTC)
I got kind of carried away and it's almost four thousand words long, so I posted it on AO3 and on my own writing journal. Hope that's okay. XD

Writing Journal

OR

AO3
margaeryrainbowmargaeryrainbow on March 20th, 2012 05:53 am (UTC)
Margaery/Sansa - treating Sansa's beating wounds
dizzy_whoredizzy_whore on March 22nd, 2012 08:29 pm (UTC)
Oh dear Lord I am tempted to fill this but I will inevitably mess it up, but YES, this needs to be done in one way or another.
Violets and Roses - dizzy_whore on March 22nd, 2012 09:30 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Violets and Roses - margaeryrainbow on March 26th, 2012 10:23 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Violets and Roses - dizzy_whore on April 1st, 2012 10:47 am (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on March 20th, 2012 06:29 am (UTC)
Theon Greyjoy/Jon Snow; hatesex which unexpectedly turns into something more.
amorfati1013: LABY: There are Kings who Kill us Fineamorfati1013 on March 20th, 2012 10:09 am (UTC)
Catelyn/Theon post Ned's execution, scratches

Edited at 2012-03-20 10:09 am (UTC)
mes dents brillantes et moi.: ∞ if i were queen.blackcigars on March 20th, 2012 10:33 pm (UTC)
I like this! Someone should do this!
marbleantigonemarbleantigone on March 20th, 2012 02:52 pm (UTC)
Daenerys/Rhaegar, the only one who understands
(Anonymous) on May 1st, 2012 02:41 am (UTC)
PLEASE YES
(Anonymous) on March 20th, 2012 03:12 pm (UTC)
Arya/Gendry, in Braavos, knifeplay
Anna Leahcrogos on March 20th, 2012 06:59 pm (UTC)
OMG. YES.
semi-sorta but not quite - breve on March 21st, 2012 01:52 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: semi-sorta but not quite - semicolonlife on March 22nd, 2012 09:52 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on March 20th, 2012 05:26 pm (UTC)
Theon/Robb, domination, "I'm better than any of the Frey's girls"
(Anonymous) on March 23rd, 2012 01:25 am (UTC)
omg please
Junojuno_chan on March 20th, 2012 05:53 pm (UTC)
Brandon/Catelyn/Ned, threesome

(AU where Brandon survives, pre-Rebellion, IDK SOMEHOW)

Edited at 2012-03-20 05:54 pm (UTC)
Laine Montgomerylainemontgomery on March 20th, 2012 06:01 pm (UTC)
OH STOP. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME.

(Please please PLEASE someone write this.)
(no subject) - juno_chan on March 20th, 2012 09:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - workswithwords on March 21st, 2012 02:50 am (UTC) (Expand)
This got too long for a comment - lit_chick08 on March 29th, 2012 01:06 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: This got too long for a comment - juno_chan on March 29th, 2012 02:57 am (UTC) (Expand)
oximore: Nimuehoximore on March 20th, 2012 07:22 pm (UTC)
Robb/Theon – dark!Robb

Robb always made sure Theon wouldn’t have anyone but him.
… Bonus if it’s a subtly dark!Robb, acting good and honourable yet not being so

(I have no excuse for this)
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 20th, 2012 09:13 pm (UTC)
Re: Robb/Theon – dark!Robb
jesus christ seconded
he's mine - bloodofpyke on March 21st, 2012 06:19 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: he's mine - oximore on March 21st, 2012 12:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - mockyrfears on March 21st, 2012 06:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: he's mine - naylas2 on March 22nd, 2012 02:32 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: he's mine - lil_evil_1 on March 24th, 2012 12:08 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: he's mine - thefreshapple on April 5th, 2012 05:53 am (UTC) (Expand)
marbleantigonemarbleantigone on March 20th, 2012 07:34 pm (UTC)
Brandon x Cersei, after Aerys's rejection, Tywin betroths Cersei to Lord Stark's heir. Marriage AU.

Edited at 2012-03-24 12:23 am (UTC)