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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

COMMENTS ARE NOW LOCKED
SEE: asoiafkinkmeme

 
 
 
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leah rebeccabloodofpyke on March 17th, 2012 02:54 am (UTC)
let's pretend the fog has lifted
She was boring her prince, she knew, and she should care but she didn’t, couldn’t find it in herself to give a fig about Rhaegar’s entertainment.

But she was a princess, and he her prince, and that wolf girl only a distraction, and so she waited until they were back at the castle before slipping into his bedchamber and leading him, grinning wickedly, the flames flickering off her dark eyes, to the throne room.

“We can’t,” he murmured against her hair, but his grip on her waist tightened, and then they were kissing against one of the columns, and his breath was hot against her cheek as he moved to unlace her out of her gown.

“Not here,” she whispered, cocking her head towards the throne, grinning at his expression.

***

The throne was cold to the touch and she shifted against him, moving fluidly to straddle him, running her hands down his chest, leaning down to peck kisses where her fingers fell. He shivered under her, her silver prince, and she guided his hands to her hips, her fingers lacing with as they moved.

It was slow, at first, and she could see his eyes squinting at the steel, and she wondered idly how he would look with blood dotted over his skin. But the moment passed, and his hands were pressing into the small of her back, and she was moaning into his mouth, driving him deeper deeper deeper until she wanted to throw her head back and scream.

And then it was over, and he was kissing her clumsily, lifting her so that he could clamber off the throne that would soon be his. He was sliding back into his breeches, his hair catching the light and shining, a pale echo of the beaten steel, and she was shrugging, settling back onto the throne like she owned it.

She was a princess, and he her prince, and she trusted that, now at least, things would stay that way.
Joaniejoaniemaloney on March 17th, 2012 03:06 am (UTC)
Re: let's pretend the fog has lifted
oh, absolutely fantastic.
I never even thought about the possibility of the throne.;)
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leah rebeccabloodofpyke on March 17th, 2012 04:17 am (UTC)
Re: let's pretend the fog has lifted
ahhh, thank you! i've never written elia or rhaegar before, so this means a lot!! :)
the ricky the bartender fanatic.vorrothiel on March 17th, 2012 03:48 am (UTC)
Re: let's pretend the fog has lifted
perfection
I like you first and second and third.miawkitten on March 17th, 2012 07:50 pm (UTC)
Re: let's pretend the fog has lifted
sjkhfgdfuiewkdhjdrf jhghefjt tgyhujhtf LEAH.
THIS WAS PERFECT.
leah rebeccabloodofpyke on March 17th, 2012 08:33 pm (UTC)
Re: let's pretend the fog has lifted
eeeek! thank you!!