Though most know me as The Knight of Flowers.
I will always fight for the rightful king.
OOC: This blog doubles as a Finn Jones appreciation blog.
OURS IS THE TAGS.
((Read those for humors))
Pairing: Margaery Tyrell/Theon Greyjoy
Rating: M (THIS IS PURE SMUTS)
Warnings: Mild dirty talk? IDK. I suck at warnings. It’s smut. You either like it or you don’t.
Summary: There is no plot to summarize… siriusly.
Pairing: Margaery Tyrell/Theon Greyjoy
Rating: M (though I honestly consider this T, there is explicit sexual content)
Summary: NO PLOT. WHAT UP. YOLO
Pairing: Jaqen H’ghar/Loras Tyrell
Rating: M
Warnings: Bath sex, crackshipping, male on male action? I don’t even know anymore.
Words: 1,462
Summary: There is no plot. Just Loras being a Whoras for Jaqen as always~ Enjoy?
There had to be a reason for it. A reason that the bath felt warmer this way. A reason that he felt he was incapable of taking them without his perch. His brows furrowed, concentrating at the rugged chest beneath him. How many times had he run his fingers over that skin? How many times had he wondered at the secrets that lay beneath and shivered, knowing he’d never know them all?
“A man will ruin his pretty face thinking so hard,” the voice called to him. Loras looked up, his eyes bright and his face softening. He shifted in the water, sitting up straighter. “And you’d not care to bathe me if I were not so pretty?” He answered, his lips pouting. Jaqen hardly ever seemed as fascinated with him as he was. It used to worry him, and still did, but he never made mention of it.
Rating: M
Words: 1396
Pairing: Renly/Loras
Warnings: Minor bondage (?), Male on Male smut, I warned you~
Prompt - RenlyxLoras, Renly needs to get out of bed and Loras won’t let him.
The sun was drawing in around them too quickly, and though he edged closer for the warmth, his head was neatly tucked away in the crook of Renly’s arm. It was strong and savored of an Earthen scent that made Loras smile in his half sleep. But when it tensed, he frowned, feeling the gentle pull and Renly’s care to nudge his head closer to the pillow. When Renly had finally wrestled his arm free, there was a long pause, and a sigh as he sat up.
“I know you’re not still asleep,” he’d grinned down at Loras, running his hand through perfect curls and watching as they bounced to life. The sound the younger made in response was highly childish, a toddler wishing for but a few more moments rest. But Renly only chuckled and patted his shoulder. A reactionary hand shot out and reached for Renly’s and he smiled wider.
NC-17
Pairing: Joffrey Baratheon/Loras Tyrell
Le ficlet that was inspired because of reasons. It’s smut. There is no plot. Just enjoy it.
words: 626
There was a peculiar feeling in his belly as Loras packed his saddle bags, not trusting his squires to pack it neat enough for his liking. The winds were warm, and the air smelled faintly of blood and war. But the tidings had all seemed well. Robb had demanded he stay a second night, insisted that a turn around trip was too much a burden and that one day at the camp would see his sisters no harm.
He rode slowly. Or at least slower than he usually dared. There was no rush, no need to see the King of the North so quickly. They would have time to converse, dine, drink if they pleased. Though Loras would not touch the wine. He had never had the taste for it. And he imagined Robb preferred the taste of a swarthy ale, with strong barley accents and a thick bite of lamb’s shank. The image was barbaric, but Loras clung to it as his horse trotted on, bringing him all too quickly to the Northern camp.
