Challenge 24: August Table
Title: Things that Don't Matter #1: Theon Greyjoy
Quote used (include source): "It's just so hard when you're so cute, and I'm so horny." - Misfits
Word Count: 422
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairings (if any): past Theon/Sansa, Joffrey/Sansa
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: The things they did don't matter anymore. Now she has Joffrey.
Theon’s hands had unerring ability to work their way under Sansa’s skirt. Grabbing his wrist, she yanked it away from her thigh and dropped it on to his. “Stop that,” she hissed. Once, she wouldn’t have minded, would have left the hand keep drifting up just to see what he would do this time.
“Sorry,” he said with a smile. It looked almost sincere, but she knew him better than that. “It’s just so hard when you’re so cute, and I’m so horny.” And there it was, the crude comment that revealed his true nature. She had never liked how crude he was, and all of the jokes he made. She’d laugh, partially from shock, but it left her uneasy.
“I don’t care,” she said primly and vainly tried to stretch her skirt further down her legs. When she had gotten it, her mother had said it was too short, but she had brushed off the comment and claimed that it was cute and made her look like a proper college student. Now it just looked a bit trashy to her, and she should have known better than to wear around Theon, but he had always liked it. Not that she should be trying to please him anymore.
“You’ve gotten boring,” he said with a dramatic sigh.
“I’ve gotten a boyfriend,” she corrected. Joffrey was so sweet and proper, nothing like Theon at all. “I’m not going to cheat on him.”
“Yeah well, come back to me when you get bored. I bet he won’t do half the things I did or make you scream.” He leered at her, and her stomach flipped.
Joffrey wouldn’t be doing any of the things Theon had done to her, not any time soon at least. He thought she was still a virgin, and she couldn’t bring herself to correct him. It had only really been one time anyway, the other times didn’t count, not really.
“Joffrey will make me perfectly happy.”
“Doubtful,” Theon said. “Not all guys like to do the things I do.” Framing his mouth with two of his fingers, he flicked his tongue out perversely.
“We’ll be fine,” Sansa said firmly.
Theon shrugged. “Sure you will. If you’re gonna be like that though, I’m gonna wait for Robb in his room.” Hopping off the couch, he waved at her over his shoulder and headed for the stairs.
A faint sense of disappointment filled her as she watched him leave, but she shook it off. Joffrey would be everything Theon was and more.
Title: Black Widow, Baby
Quote used (include source): "I'm gonna love ya/Until you hate me"- Black Widow (Iggy Azalea and Rita Ora
Word Count: 415
Rating: M
Original/Fandom: Greek Mythology
Pairings (if any): Hades/Persephone
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: While they were apart, he lost his love of her, but she won't just let him ignore her.
Her nails left deep gouges down his back, blood bubbling up to the surface in some places. His grunts of pain satisfied her more in some ways than any of his thrusting or touching did or could.
When he had kidnapped her, stolen from her mother, taken her from everything she had ever known, Persephone had rationalized it as at least it wasn’t one of his brothers. Isolated as she had been, she had still heard the tales of her father and her uncle, of all of the women and boys they had taken as lovers and then abandoned as soon as another had caught her eye. Some had born them children, great sons and daughters that were revered as kings and worshipped as gods, but none were honored for more than a night. Hades, at least, was no mindless lecher drawn from one pretty face to the next.
Hades would keep her forever as his consort, his dread queen, and certainly, Persephone was his queen, but every winter that she returned, she was struck by how alike he was to his brothers. His interested waned slower, but it waned all the same until he seemed to regard her as little more than another fixture in his palace, little more than a pretty vase.
She was no vase though, and she would not be treated like one. She was Persephone, goddess, queen of the underworld, daughter of Demeter and Zeus, bride of Hades, and she would be treated like nothing less. She would make him acknowledge her, remember that he had taken her. She had wanted nothing of it.
Bed was where she made her point. Sex had frightened her at first, her husband seeming so rough to her, but over time she had learned to enjoy it, and he had grown gentle, but now she was the rough one. His back was laced with red, his neck covered in a necklace of bite marks, and his hair was far from safe in her hands. He responded brutally, and that was so much better than being ignored, but the bruises on her hips were nothing. Pain was nothing compared to the sweet feeling of victory blooming in her. Because even as he glared her, he followed her back to bed over and over again, and hate bloomed and grew in him every time he took her, and she could only be glad that he finally knew how she had felt towards him and always would.
Quote used (include source): "It's just so hard when you're so cute, and I'm so horny." - Misfits
Word Count: 422
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairings (if any): past Theon/Sansa, Joffrey/Sansa
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: The things they did don't matter anymore. Now she has Joffrey.
Theon’s hands had unerring ability to work their way under Sansa’s skirt. Grabbing his wrist, she yanked it away from her thigh and dropped it on to his. “Stop that,” she hissed. Once, she wouldn’t have minded, would have left the hand keep drifting up just to see what he would do this time.
“Sorry,” he said with a smile. It looked almost sincere, but she knew him better than that. “It’s just so hard when you’re so cute, and I’m so horny.” And there it was, the crude comment that revealed his true nature. She had never liked how crude he was, and all of the jokes he made. She’d laugh, partially from shock, but it left her uneasy.
“I don’t care,” she said primly and vainly tried to stretch her skirt further down her legs. When she had gotten it, her mother had said it was too short, but she had brushed off the comment and claimed that it was cute and made her look like a proper college student. Now it just looked a bit trashy to her, and she should have known better than to wear around Theon, but he had always liked it. Not that she should be trying to please him anymore.
“You’ve gotten boring,” he said with a dramatic sigh.
“I’ve gotten a boyfriend,” she corrected. Joffrey was so sweet and proper, nothing like Theon at all. “I’m not going to cheat on him.”
“Yeah well, come back to me when you get bored. I bet he won’t do half the things I did or make you scream.” He leered at her, and her stomach flipped.
Joffrey wouldn’t be doing any of the things Theon had done to her, not any time soon at least. He thought she was still a virgin, and she couldn’t bring herself to correct him. It had only really been one time anyway, the other times didn’t count, not really.
“Joffrey will make me perfectly happy.”
“Doubtful,” Theon said. “Not all guys like to do the things I do.” Framing his mouth with two of his fingers, he flicked his tongue out perversely.
“We’ll be fine,” Sansa said firmly.
Theon shrugged. “Sure you will. If you’re gonna be like that though, I’m gonna wait for Robb in his room.” Hopping off the couch, he waved at her over his shoulder and headed for the stairs.
A faint sense of disappointment filled her as she watched him leave, but she shook it off. Joffrey would be everything Theon was and more.
Title: Black Widow, Baby
Quote used (include source): "I'm gonna love ya/Until you hate me"- Black Widow (Iggy Azalea and Rita Ora
Word Count: 415
Rating: M
Original/Fandom: Greek Mythology
Pairings (if any): Hades/Persephone
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: While they were apart, he lost his love of her, but she won't just let him ignore her.
Her nails left deep gouges down his back, blood bubbling up to the surface in some places. His grunts of pain satisfied her more in some ways than any of his thrusting or touching did or could.
When he had kidnapped her, stolen from her mother, taken her from everything she had ever known, Persephone had rationalized it as at least it wasn’t one of his brothers. Isolated as she had been, she had still heard the tales of her father and her uncle, of all of the women and boys they had taken as lovers and then abandoned as soon as another had caught her eye. Some had born them children, great sons and daughters that were revered as kings and worshipped as gods, but none were honored for more than a night. Hades, at least, was no mindless lecher drawn from one pretty face to the next.
Hades would keep her forever as his consort, his dread queen, and certainly, Persephone was his queen, but every winter that she returned, she was struck by how alike he was to his brothers. His interested waned slower, but it waned all the same until he seemed to regard her as little more than another fixture in his palace, little more than a pretty vase.
She was no vase though, and she would not be treated like one. She was Persephone, goddess, queen of the underworld, daughter of Demeter and Zeus, bride of Hades, and she would be treated like nothing less. She would make him acknowledge her, remember that he had taken her. She had wanted nothing of it.
Bed was where she made her point. Sex had frightened her at first, her husband seeming so rough to her, but over time she had learned to enjoy it, and he had grown gentle, but now she was the rough one. His back was laced with red, his neck covered in a necklace of bite marks, and his hair was far from safe in her hands. He responded brutally, and that was so much better than being ignored, but the bruises on her hips were nothing. Pain was nothing compared to the sweet feeling of victory blooming in her. Because even as he glared her, he followed her back to bed over and over again, and hate bloomed and grew in him every time he took her, and she could only be glad that he finally knew how she had felt towards him and always would.