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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  

- 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

SEE: asoiafkinkmeme

leah rebeccabloodofpyke on March 21st, 2012 06:19 am (UTC)
he's mine
oops sorry this is really fucking awful

Old Nan was telling a kissing story, and Sansa was all sighs and dreamy eyes, and Theon was looking at her like he wanted to fuck some sense into her. And underneath the table, Robb’s hands curled into fists underneath the table, nails digging at his skin, until he felt like he might scream, felt like he might fly apart at the seams.


It was later, and they were kissing, grabbing at each other in front of the heart tree in the godswood. They broke apart after a moment, breathing rough and ragged, and Theon leaned back, all dark hair and flashing eyes against the white bark. He grinned at Robb, saying, “So, you know Ros is free tonight, I might-”

And then Robb was leaning forward, biting at the Theon’s mouth like that would erase the words, and they were falling back onto the ground, Theon’s hand going for the laces on Robb’s breeches, and Robb smiled into the kiss, reaching up and knotting his fingers in Theon’s hair, bringing him closer closer closer until it felt like he might never leave.


“Father says you’re not to sleep with any of the women anymore,” Robb said, the words rough and loud, “he says it brings shame down on the House, and that you’re only a ward, so you have to obey.” He could see the way the words hit Theon, could see it in the sudden tightening at his jaw, could see it in the white knuckles, and he softened his tone, “he never said anything about men though,” and he thought he thought a glimmer of a smile on Theon’s face.

“You’re not a man, you’re a boy,” Theon answered, smirking at him, “practically a babe in arms, the wolf pup of House Stark.”

This was the right thing to do, Robb told himself, moving forward, Father was probably thinking that anyway, and it was shameful, it was, and Theon’s mine--but then Theon was curling a hand around Robb’s neck and slipping his tongue into his mouth, and suddenly, thinking didn’t seem so important anymore.

They tumbled back onto the furs, desperate, frenzied, and Robb was grabbing at Theon, tracing patterns and bruises onto the older boy’s skin, leaving reminders of himself all over, anchoring himself in Theon. And Theon was leaning back, eyes closed, reaching for Robb, fingers ghosting to a stop on Robb’s chest and Robb bit back a grin, swallowed in in another kiss, another bite at Theon’s mouth.

He’s mine, he thought again, fingernails dragging through the dark hair as Theon kissed his way lower and lower on Robb’s body, he’s mine he’s mine he’s mine.
oximore: Nimuehoximore on March 21st, 2012 12:41 pm (UTC)
Re: he's mine
This is perfectly lovely.♥
(is that weird that Robb still came out as sweet when he's a manipulative little shit?)
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 21st, 2012 06:58 pm (UTC)
oh god manipulative robb is like my fave things of all things
naylas2naylas2 on March 22nd, 2012 02:32 am (UTC)
Re: he's mine
thanks so much for writing this, you made my day!
lil_evil_1lil_evil_1 on March 24th, 2012 12:08 am (UTC)
Re: he's mine
I bow down at your awesomeness!
thefreshapple on April 5th, 2012 05:53 am (UTC)
Re: he's mine
Guh. This is the most perfect thing ever.