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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

mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 17th, 2012 12:06 am (UTC)
dany/jon, BDSM
careful, your byronic complex is showing: ♕ » you're giving me the fever tonighttrysts on March 18th, 2012 09:04 pm (UTC)
this city I have claimed as mine [jon x dany]
She’s always been better at conquering than ruling. Dany must come to all things like she goes to war, fire in her blood and her steel in her fingers. She does not know how to be the girl who gave herself to a mighty khal all those years ago. She is khaleesi, she is queen, she takes and breaks, and keeps.

And when she comes to Jon Snow, she treats him as a city to besiege. She will not tolerate rebels, resistance. She comes for everything, and she will leave with everything.

Dany binds his hands to the chair, tight knots of silken fabric that still carry the scent of sun-drenched summer. Jon watches her, but says nothing. Nothing as she unlaces him, slides a hand to where he’s half-hard. A Lord Commander, a traitor, a general in the Dragon Queen’s army and the mantle of power still sits so uneasy on his shoulders. Dany does not have mercy enough to show him. At least, not yet.

A strangled moan catches in his throat as she takes the bulbous head of his cock into the wet cave of her mouth, lavishing it with her tongue, toying with the underside of his shaft. He hardens so quickly that Dany thinks he must have been waiting for this all along. She sucks him, top to bottom and back again, and from where one hand rests against his thighs she can feel the tension of his muscles, the desire to bend her to his will. But Dany had sworn long ago never to bend again. It would be her will that remains her pristine. Others will contour themselves for her.

She stands, and he watches her with dark eyes that she cannot read. Jon Snow is like his name, cold and controlled, but the hands resting on the chair’s arms are balled in fists. She smiles, and unhooks the clasps of her gown, drawing a hand down to toy with the plump swell of her breast. Jon Snow’s head bows, and he strains against his bonds.

“Look at me,” she commands, and climbs onto his lap. She cups his face, tilts it, and sinks down on his cock, gasping how full she feels. Jon Snow rears up to kiss her, but she doesn’t let him. He will touch her, but only when it’s pleasing for her to be touched.

Dany rocks, perching on hand on his shoulder as she finds a soft, undulating rhythm. Jon Snow’s head lowers again, but she allows it, and he suckles a patch of pale skin above the valley of her breasts. She lifts herself, brings herself back down on him, demanding his pleasure, demanding his response. She guides his face back to hers, kisses him with teeth and tongue and a force that he is helpless to resist, as she grinds down fiercely, clenching herself tight around his cock.

He comes, crying out against her mouth, and Dany lets him taste her smile—fire and blood and victory—lets him shudder and gasp against her as his seed spills inside her. Then, as he hangs limply against her, she unknots one hand and brings it down to where they’re still joined. She urges him to touch her, to press his hand against her mound, to play at the aching bundle of nerves that demand his touch. Jon Snow does, lifting his head, watching her as his hand moves against her, teasing the aching flesh where he’s still pressed inside her, sliding through the sticky fluids of her arousal and his release.

And his eyes. Jon Snow is not a conqueror, not yet, but it wouldn’t take much for him to become one. And she bows over him, shuddering, and he takes a breast into his mouth, biting down on her nipple as she grabs his free hand, holds it against her trembling body and comes, at least, to her climax.

His head rests between her breasts, and she strokes a hand down his dark, curly hair. The Dragon Queen is smiling again.

“You’re mine,” she tells him. Her voice carries the weight of all those who had crumbled before her.

And he must have known it to be true, because he only curls his free hand against her hip, nails digging in.
Devindevymel12 on March 18th, 2012 09:07 pm (UTC)
Re: this city I have claimed as mine [jon x dany]
ughh megan, this is awesome
hear me roarmagisterequitum on March 18th, 2012 09:12 pm (UTC)
Re: this city I have claimed as mine [jon x dany]

megan, yesss
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 18th, 2012 09:13 pm (UTC)
Re: this city I have claimed as mine [jon x dany]
Laine Montgomerylainemontgomery on March 18th, 2012 09:37 pm (UTC)
Re: this city I have claimed as mine [jon x dany]
FLAWLESS. The last line killed me. I am dead now.
Myramidnightblack07 on March 19th, 2012 05:27 am (UTC)
Re: this city I have claimed as mine [jon x dany]
this is FLAWLESS.

I love how Dany's desire to conquer, to no longer live at the beck and call of anyone else's will comes into play so seamlessly here--and your Jon is ridiculously sexy in his ambiguity tbh :p

wonderfully done!! (y)