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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

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careful, your byronic complex is showing: ♕ » a direwolf in sheep's clothingtrysts on March 18th, 2012 10:08 pm (UTC)
blink and you'll miss it [theon x sansa]
A lady would not look. A lady would turn her head. A lady would flee, back into the safety of her own bedchambers. And for one, long terrible moment Sansa Stark was no lady at all.

She leaned forward, belly scrapping against the bark of the tree, nails digging into it and growing sticky with sap. She didn’t dare breathe, afraid of being caught, afraid of being seen, afraid (most of all) that Theon Greyjoy would stop.

Cold water from the lake sluiced down his body, covering his skin in gooseflesh. The sun was setting, and cast shadows of red and oranges in the corners of his joints. And despite the chill of the oncoming night, there was heat in Sansa Stark’s face—heat everywhere.

Theon stood on braced legs, hair plastered to his forehead and sloping cheeks, and Sansa told herself to only look there, nowhere else, but then her eyes slipped down. Slipped down, and she swallowed an odd sort of thickness on her tongue.

He clasped his cock in one hand and—Sansa had seen a cock before; she had helped her mother bathe baby Bran, and now Rickon—but this was different. She didn’t know they could do that, stand erect and long. She didn’t know they could be that big and her minimal understanding of sex made her shudder. That goes inside me, she thought, but how it’s too big.

There was fear, but it was mingled with an odd sort of excitement, an inbred curiosity and innate knowledge. It didn’t look lovely, and Sansa could hardly imagine a true knight dishonoring a lady by putting that inside her, but—but there was something attractive about it, wasn’t there? Some primitive, base sort of beauty to it. A hum seemed to tingle up her spine.

His hand moved slowly over the shaft, pausing at the top to play at the little slit at the tip of the mushroom-shaped head. His eyes squeezed closed and he grimaced and Sansa wondered if it hurt, because it looked like it did and if it did—why touch it? But Theon kept pumping his hand slowly up and down his cock, and there was a peculiar bead of moisture collecting at the top. Unconsciously, Sansa wetted her lips.

Theon arched his long neck, and there was a jolt to her midsection. He looked barbaric, standing naked in the water with his hand around his erect cock. And a lady wouldn’t find it enthralling at all, and yet Sansa did.

She shifted. A twig snapped underneath her foot. Theon tensed abruptly, eyes popping open. He sloshed to the edge of the lake, curling one hand around the hilt of his sword.

Birdlike fear warred with embarrassment. Running would mean he’d probably see her but what if she stayed, what if she stayed and he found out she’d been watching? Fear demanded she freeze, embarrassment demanded she flee. Embarrassment won.

Sansa picked up the hem of her gown and fled, kicking up leaves and soft earth in her wake. Theon must have seen her—how could he not with all the noise?—but he did not give chase and Sansa made it home to the darkened protection of her bedchambers, where she laid in a small, tight ball with her open palms pressed to her flaming cheeks. She thought she would never forget the sight, and was not sure how she felt about it.

She saw Theon next at supper, and could not look at him without trembling. He wore clothes, of course, but all she could see was his nakedness, his chest and his arms and his cock. It was a wonder she managed to get any food into her mouth.

For his part, Theon only glanced at her once, eyes dark. And then they returned to the casual dismissal they always had of her, of all of Robb Stark’s sisters, and he turned away from her. Sansa was left staring into her wide-eyed reflection in the soup.
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 18th, 2012 10:14 pm (UTC)
Re: blink and you'll miss it [theon x sansa]

careful, your byronic complex is showingtrysts on March 18th, 2012 10:21 pm (UTC)
Re: blink and you'll miss it [theon x sansa]
Laine Montgomerylainemontgomery on March 18th, 2012 11:01 pm (UTC)
Re: blink and you'll miss it [theon x sansa]
Oh my goodness, I LOVE. I like the idea of young Sansa discovering bits and pieces of her sexuality through Theon- it's weirdly appropriate, and you wrote it brilliantly here.
curses to this mirage!embossedsilver on March 18th, 2012 11:46 pm (UTC)
Re: blink and you'll miss it [theon x sansa]
Unf, TOO HOT. Why do I like this pairing?
rabidrainbow: sansa starkrabidrainbow on March 19th, 2012 03:43 am (UTC)
Re: blink and you'll miss it [theon x sansa]
whoa holy crap, was not expecting to find that nearly as hot as I did.

you may have converted me to this ship, because omg this is amazing.
♔ Lydzi ♔ Au service du Roi Rickon.lydzi on March 19th, 2012 11:13 pm (UTC)
Re: blink and you'll miss it [theon x sansa]
I love the possibilities with those two. You've done a brilliant job.
oximore: Nimuehoximore on March 23rd, 2012 08:00 pm (UTC)
Re: blink and you'll miss it [theon x sansa]
unf, this is brilliant