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Hump Day

Jul 02, 2013 23:00

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But First We Live, Daenerys/Jon, NC-17, Warnings: sexuality luna_plath July 3 2013, 19:46:19 UTC

Daenerys has known many men in her lifetime. She knows what it feels like to have a man’s attention and she can plainly tell that she does not have Jon’s. In her quarters the map of the known world is laid out on an oaken table, showing Westeros, Essos, Sothoros, the Summer Isles and the Land-Beyond-the-Shadow. He traces the map with his burned hand, searching the lands that have been stamped into the leather ( ... )

Restrain Yourself, Cersei/Jaime, NC-17 embossedsilver July 3 2013, 23:52:16 UTC

“Quiet,” she hisses through her teeth, voice sharp. But her nails digging into his shoulders, tanging in his hair, while sharp in their own way, does away with some of the threat ( ... )

Re: Restrain Yourself, Cersei/Jaime, NC-17 lainemontgomery July 4 2013, 01:55:45 UTC

OMGGGGG THIS IS SO PERFECT. <33 I love how there's an element of kink to the whole "stay quiet" thing; Jaime and Cersei playing with the idea of restraint is beyond sexy. But there's also a real melancholy to it, since they're not just doing it as a game for their own pleasure, but out of necessity. Jaime's frustration tears at my heartstrings. But that doesn't stop this from being one SMOKIN' HOT story! Well done, lady. :D

Re: Restrain Yourself, Cersei/Jaime, NC-17 embossedsilver July 4 2013, 06:12:07 UTC

THANK YOU. For some reason, this prompt just screamed Jaime/Cersei to me.

Glad it worked in that way--I wanted a bit of angst along with the sex.

Pulse, Bethany Ryswell/Roose Bolton, R, Warnings: sexual violence, lustmord kink, Part I housecreepy July 4 2013, 03:03:00 UTC

The Ryswell girl is in his room that evening, naked as the day she was born ( ... )

Pulse, Bethany Ryswell/Roose Bolton, R, Warnings: sexual violence, lustmord kink, Part II housecreepy July 4 2013, 03:03:28 UTC

The smile has never left her face, but her breath has quickened with the press of his body. Roose stares at her throat, at the pulse just below the skin, thinking on how fragile it is, really, realizing that it would not take much to check it, to stanch the flow of blood that fuels it. His hands tighten on Bethany Ryswell, hands that so recently have removed flesh from bone, have cleaved life from death. When he looses his grasp on her upper arms, she relaxes under his body, exhaling a soft breath that heats his face, her eyes closing. Roose touches her throat then, thumbs pressing against the vein that is far too blue in the stark paleness of her complexion, feeling the life coursing through her, knowing that it would be so easy to tighten his hold, to watch her eyes start and then roll back, to feel her heart flutter, her body struggle, and then slow, ceasing, stiffening, the warmth receding from her soft flesh ( ... )

Nowhere Left to Run, Arya/Rickon: NC-17 [Warning: Ravishment] moderntrickster July 4 2013, 03:09:15 UTC

Fallen leaves and twigs crunched under her bare feet as she ran, her heart throbbing so loud in her chest that it drowned out every other sound around her. Branches caught in her hair, snared her clothes, and tore at the bare flesh of her cheeks and neck and arms, but she kept pushing forward through the increasingly thick brake. She hadn't run like this since she was a child, since the day she decided that she'd sneak out to watch one of Lord Eddard's beheadings and was so frightened that she fled back to Winterfell as fast as her young legs could carry her. But it wasn't fear that drove her forward this time, fear was something she abandoned with her name and the last vestiges of that little girl; it was the excitement of the chase that moved her now ( ... )