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sanarsi · 2 months

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Royal Vows

groom!Oberyn Martell x f!Reader

Summary: The wedding of members of the royal family carries with it obligations. One of them is the consummation of the marriage. Warnings: +18, MDNI, unprotected PIV in front of WITNESSES, soft!dom!Oberyn, wedding stress Wordcount: 2,8k An: Don't judge me, but I would give anything to marry him and bear his sons. I have dirty mind with this fic but I hope you’ll enjoy xx Music I worked with: MAMA EH - Elyanna

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Weddings were among the most boisterous events in Dorne. The party lasted at least for several days and the wine flowed freely. You witnessed your cousin's wedding once and you had to admit, that after it was over, you could barely get out of bed. The people of the desert loved to dance from dawn to dawn and you loved it.

But on your wedding day it stopped being so much fun. Everything started to scare you.

There was always too much or too little of something. Nothing was perfect. And the worst thing was that you were alone in all of this.

You hadn't been able to see the prince since yesterday and you didn't know that it would hit you so hard. Even though you had been engaged for half a year and you had only been talking to each other for a month, you had gotten used to his presence.

That's why standing in your wedding dress, you couldn't get rid of your anxious thoughts. Holding your hand on your stomach, you tried to control your breathing. You were barely able to notice how the servants were running in every direction and fixing the last details on your outfit.

Gold chains wrapped around your forehead, trailing down your back and bare arms. The slightest movement made them irritate your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m done, my lady,” the young girl spoke, slowly releasing your hand. You looked down at the patterns that now adorned your skin. You barely managed to force a shaky smile at her before you nodded your head to send her away.

The golden belt tightened around your waist, and the tightness made you unable to think straight. You needed any kind of stimulus to stay sane.

“Not too tight, my lady?” the maid asked behind you. You shook your head, pressing your lips into a line.

“Tighter,” you ordered.

You stared at the floor as you walked, led by your brother through the palace corridors. Your face was covered by a translucent golden veil, which allowed you to feel safer. Allowing you to hide from the whole world.

You tightened your grip on your brother's shoulder, which made him glance at you. You were paler and looked like you were about to throw up the breakfast you hadn't eaten anyway. Nothing had passed your throat since yesterday.

You were too stressed about today.

Your wedding to the prince of Dorne.

"I thought you liked him," he whispered, leaning towards you so no one else could hear what you were talking about. You swallowed hard and nodded. You liked each other.

Even more than just liked.

"So what's the problem? Why do you look like you're going to squeeze a ghost?" he asked, frowning. You glanced at him when you stopped in front of the huge doors to the ceremonial hall. You saw the concern in his eyes.

He always defended you from all the evil of this cruel world. That's why he felt helpless when in this one situation, he couldn't help you in anything. He couldn't do anything even if you said, you'd rather die than marry a prince.

"I'm afraid of what will happen after the wedding," you said the moment the guards opened the door. For a moment he looked lost in your eyes until he understood what you meant. But now it was too late to talk.

Dozens of people separated you from the altar where you were to become a wife.

Dozen of people separated you from becoming Princess of Dorne.

From becoming the wife of Prince Oberyn Martell.

You took one last deep breath and proudly lifted your head as your brother began to lead you deeper into the grand ceremonial hall.

The sun was shining through the columns, reflecting off your golden dress.

The nobility watched your every move, judging how you presented yourself as a bride. But everyone was silent. Culture forbade them from speaking to anyone until the wedding was concluded.

That's why every breath you took seemed like a gust of desert storm. Your heart tried to jump out of your chest when you finally noticed Oberyn.

He stood proudly presenting himself in his wedding robes. He looked perfect as always. His piercing gaze was fixed on your face hidden behind the veil. And even though he couldn't see your eyes, you had the impression that he was looking only into them.

You gasped for air, starting to tremble. You tightened your grip on your brother's arm to keep from tripping.

"I won't let you fall," he whispered, and his hand tightened on yours. So little, yet it was enough for you to stand in front of the altar in one pice.

Oberyn slowly walked down a few steps and, looking only at you, extended his hand toward you. You stared at each other for a moment before a faint smirk appeared on his lips and a flock of butterflies appeared in your stomach.

Your brother loosened his grip, and without hesitation, you gave your hand to Oberyn. His warm fingers tightened on your skin as he carefully pulled you toward him and helped you reach to the top of the altar.

“You shine brighter than the sun, my queen,” he whispered, pulling your hand to his lips. His lips gently touched the back of your hand, sending shivers through your body.

His eyes didn’t leave yours even as the wedding ceremony began. And that was the only thing that kept you from thinking about anything else. His dark eyes held you to him like a magnet.

Nothing else mattered.

Only the desire with which he looked at you.

"The gods are your witnesses." The priest's voice bounced off the walls, and immediately afterwards there was loud applause and screams from the people. That was the only thing that pulled you out of your hypnosis.

You blinked a few times as Oberyn slowly lifted your veil and threw it back. His eyes lit up when he saw you without any barriers.

You looked like a goddess wearing wedding jewelry and makeup. As if the gods had added extra shine to you on your wedding day.

Specifically so you could charm and tame him.

But the gods didn't know you had already done that long ago.

His fingers grabbed your chin and his thumb gently ran over the painted line that stretched down, disappearing under your dress. Your breathing quickened and your lips parted at his touch.

And then, there were only his lips.

The blood rushed in your ears as he pressed his lips hard against yours.

With desire.

But he kissed you slowly and deeply.

With love.

For a moment, you were completely alone. His hands wrapped around you. Your hands on his neck. His lips on yours. Your fingers in his hair. His tongue connected with yours in a slow dance. And your soft moan before he pulled away with a smirk.

"The Prince and Princess of Dorne," the priest said loudly and another wave of cheers echoed around. You smiled widely as Oberyn stole another gentle kiss.

"My wife," he whispered against your lips and nuzzled your nose. He pulled you closer as he turned to the people, raising his hand with a smile. You snuggled into his side and did the same, greeting the witnesses of your wedding.

The smiles and applause made you forget for a second what awaited you in a few moments.

Oberyn held your hand tightly as you walked in silence through the palace corridors.

You were stressed.

You had told him about it long before that day, so he tried to focus your full attention only on him.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at how you carried yourself with pride at his side. Like a true princess. Like you were made to be his companion for the rest of your life.

A smirk still played on his face as he felt how tightly you gripped his fingers. You looked at each other as you stopped in front of your bedroom door.

"Remember," he began in a whisper, leaning closer to you, "it's just us there." He smiled warmly, wanting to calm you down. You nodded and his lips immediately placed a kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before you moved away from each other and the guards opened the door.

You both entered with a confident step, your chin raised proudly. He taught you that. To pretend to be confident until it became a normal reflex. And he was so damn proud of you.

A dozen pairs of eyes immediately fell on you. You felt your stomach tighten painfully at the sight of so many people. Oberyn squeezed your hand tighter as he nodded to the nobles present.

Witnesses to the consummation of your marriage.

"Prince," the council representative nodded. "Princess," he bowed to you before stepping back against the wall, standing next to the others.

Everyone knew what you had to do now and you immediately felt bile rise in your throat.

Oberyn pulled you to one side of the bed before he let go of your hand and let the maid take care of your outfit. He stood on the other side so they could undress him too.

You stood facing each other, slowly stripped of layers of clothes and jewelry. His gaze didn't leave yours for even a second. He wouldn't let you look at the others.

He wouldn't let you see anyone but him.

Finally, the maids finished and hurriedly left the bedroom. His lustful gaze swept over your body and you wanted to wrap your arms around yourself to at least cover your naked body a little.

Not from him, but from the people who stood on the other side of the room watching your every move.

Oberyn was already half-hard when he nodded towards the bed.

"Lie down," he ordered in a voice that immediately sped up your pulse.

Slowly, on shaking legs, you knelt on the soft bed and lay down in the very middle, pressing your thighs together tightly. You stared at the ceiling, breathing quickly. He looked at you with a smirk before he climbed onto the bed too.

He knelt down in front of your bent legs and grabbed your ankle, spreading your thighs so he could slide between them.

So that no one could see what was meant only for him.

He ran his gaze over your breasts, waist and hips and right to his warm, wet piece of heaven.

He reached for the pillow. "Lift your hips," he ordered and you almost choked on air.

The fire in your belly began to take away your ability to breathe as you lifted your hips and he slid the pillow under them. His cock quivered when he saw your arousal leaking down your butt.

He hovered over you, meeting your terrified gaze. He smiled gently and his fingers gently stroked your cheek.

"You're doing great," he whispered so only you could hear. You swallowed hard and nodded. The words were unable to come out of your mouth. Having so many people around you when you were about to consummate your marriage was disorienting enough to make you forget how to think.

He leaned in, connecting your lips. Hard enough that you moaned in pain.

But it was good.

The pain allowed you to focus only on him.

His tongue dominated you in a moment. You moaned again, unable to defend yourself against him. His hands grabbed your thighs to wrap your legs around his hips. His hard cock hit your lower abdomen, making you whimper. All sounds died in his mouth as he kissed you hard.

Not letting you think about anything else.

He pulled away from you just enough to look at you. It was terrifying how quickly you fell for those eyes. Even more terrifying how much you would do for them if only he would look at you with such feelings for the rest of your life.

"It's just us," he whispered and this time you nodded more confidently. He smiled proudly then straightened up.

He grabbed his cock and slowly directed it to your wet entrance. He sighed, parting his lips as he ran his entire length between your slit. You stifled a moan and he glanced at you for a moment. He repeated the movement of his hips a few more times until he finally forced a quiet moan from you. Only then, he satisfy himself enough to position the tip at your entrance.

You immediately locked eyes as he slowly pushed his cock into you all the way to the base. He sighed loudly, colliding his hips with yours and you clenched your jaw tightly so as not to moan out loud.

A smirk appeared on his lips seeing how hard you were trying not to make any sounds. His hips slowly came to life, pulling out of you and entering again all the way. He pushed into you, not looking away from you even for a moment.

His hands slowly moved from your thighs to your hips and waist. He tightened his fingers on your skin, holding you in place as he slowly sped up his thrusts. You parted your lips, looking at him helplessly. Every movement of his cock slowly and effectively made your mind go numb. But only for him.

You tightened your hands on his wrists, throwing your head back and arching your back as he began to hit the sensitive spot in your pussy. An uncontrollable moan escaped your lips. Oberyn smacked his lips in mock indignation, a pleased smirk spreading across his lips when you were no longer able to fight the pleasure he was giving you.

He tightened his hands on your waist, making those damned slightly rounded movements with his hips that made your legs start to shake. This time was no exception.

You stared at him, panting heavily, and if you were alone now, he would probably tell you a lot of nasty things about how beautifully you took his cock. But he kept quiet, not letting others have more pleasure than they already have from watching you.

You whimpered as the pleasure between your legs grew. Oberyn felt you tighten around him, letting him know you were close. The pride he felt, in being able to bring you to orgasm with just his cock, was incredible.

He had seen many times how sensitive you were to his touch. But no one needed to know how many nights you had already spent in that bed.

He couldn't help himself the first time he was alone with you. It just happened. He buried his cock inside you like a mad man. And since then you have not spent even a single night apart.

The gods were his witness when he promised you loyalty for the rest of his life. And he knew he didn't want to sink his dick into anyone but you.

Oberyn felt you tighten around him. You gasped for air a second before the orgasm took over your body and he hung over you, kissing you hard so that all your moans disappeared in his mouth. Your song of pleasure was only available to him. That's why he immediately sped up his hips, pushing into you hard to come as quickly as possible. So as not to prolong your orgasm because you would start screaming and he really didn't want that. Your screams were only for him.

You ran out of air in your lungs when he fucked you hard, kissing even harder. And then he came with a loud growl deep inside you. He panted heavily, thrusting into you a few more times, slowly slowing down the pace.

Finally, he gave you the opportunity to breathe so you gasped for air and his hand immediately covered your mouth when you moaned loudly.

"Shhh," he whispered with a wide smile, watching as your body was only now taking in a dose of a strong orgasm.

He straightened up and glanced over his shoulder with a serious face. Sweat dripped down his chest as he ran a deadly gaze over the nobles who were trying to look like their dicks weren't getting hard from the spectacle you had just presented them.

"The marriage is consummated. Leave," he said dryly and the men seemed to wake up, obediently starting to leave your bedroom one by one.

"Let's hope the princess gives you many sons," the council chairman said politely before the door closed behind him.

Oberyn rolled his eyes in disgust. "Perverts," he muttered under his breath before looking at you again.

You were a beautiful mess. Soaking wet, panting heavily with his cock inside you. His favorite view.

"And with you, I’m not done yet," he said with a smirk before he leaned down again, attacking your lips.

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palioom · 1 year

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day eight - breeding kink

pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader

word count: 657

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; breeding kink, dirty talk, mirror sex, unprotected p in v, creampie

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His hands felt like fire on her skin, his soft lips on her skin like a burning trail, his beard like sharp little blades. So overwhelmed, his hand holding her chin tightly and making her look.

“You will look so gorgeous with my little viperlings inside of you.” He rasped against her ear, biting her earlobe softly. Her legs were spread wide as she knelt in front of him, giving a perfect view of his cock buried deep inside of her in the mirror Oberyn had asked to be placed at the foot of the bed. His cum was already trickling out of her, his stamina and devotion endless as he fucked up into her again and again, only taking breaks when absolutely necessary.

But never pulling out of her, his chest molded against her back.

“You’ll love that, won’t you, my dove?” He cooed, thrusting up into her again, the wet squelch borderline obscene and making her whimper. “Round and full of me? Our viperlings?”

She nodded, biting her lip. Eyes fixed only on where they were joined, where the sticky, white mess dripped onto the sheets.

“Yes, Oberyn.” Her voice was barely a whisper, exhausted but so determined to make this work. Sweat covering her skin, her hair sticking to her forehead. “Fuck me full of you, breed me, give me a child.”

Desperate for one, she had done everything possible to prepare her womb for a child. Oberyn was adamant to fulfill her wish, wanting a little baby as well, and he wouldn’t stop until they had it.

“I will, my sweet.” His free hand cupped her breast, tan and veiny, with thick and strong fingers, his other keeping her head in place as she moved to rest it against his shoulder. He needed her to watch, his own eyes flicking back and forth between the wanton expression on her face and her swollen, wet pussy stuffed full of him and him only. “Make you so round, I cannot wait to see your breasts grow heavy.”

She nodded, just about ready to collapse, the intense feeling of another orgasm welling up, still sensitive and aching from the previous ones.

“I want them so much, I want your seed.” Tears welled up in her eyes, her hands holding onto his, onto his body. So desperate and whiny. “You will keep me pregnant? Give me more and more?”

Oberyn’s tongue danced over the shell of her ear, pulling her closer against him. Hips stuttering at her begging for him to keep her pregnant, to fill her with his seed again and again. The thought of it would drive him insane, to keep breeding her, just like she said.

“Nothing would excite me more than fuck my seed into you until it takes.” He groaned, his hand on her breast moving in between her legs, finding her swollen and overly sensitive clit. She whined and tried to shy away from him, everything too much. Wanting nothing more than to carry his children. “Oh, my sweet, to hear you begging for me to give you a child - you do not know what you just unleashed.”

She convulsed around him again, her body weak in his arms, eyes still on the cum that ran down his cock and onto his heavy balls, dripping onto the sheets. Barely noticing as he added more with a deep groan, his fingers only slowing down when his hips had stilled inside of her.

Oberyn guided her down onto the sheets, knowing she had been thoroughly worn out, never slipping from her.

“I will give you all the viperlings you wish for, my dove.” He whispered into her ear, brushing the hair from her face. “I will give you my seed as often as you wish for it.”

She hummed, feeling so full and warm and spent. Slipping into dreams of his strong hand on her swollen belly.

Again and again and again.

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katshuya · 6 months

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No matter what George does. No matter if he twisted it into "Elia was ok and never felt humiliated nor used, and the Martells didn't mind what Rhaegar did" or if George decided never to talk about Elia. R x L will always be disgusting and not a tragic love story.

Any sane human being can see that.

Even in a creepy scenario where she was ok with it OR one where she didn't love Rhaegar, he will always be to blame, and he still used her.

That's why the R x L stans always try to either ignore her existence or reduce it into nothing and her into some kind of supernatural alien human that is ok with everything dirty done to her.

Because they know their oh so tragic, self insert true love story will always seem disgusting because of Elia's existence in the story.

No amount of excuses or fanarts will ever change this truth. No matter which characters George will make accepting and supporting of them (Ned, Arthur, Oberyn, Doran, Ashara, Lewyn and even Elia herself....ect). Why? Because it's unrealistic.

Even if R and L's were running away from Aerys, then suddenly *accidentally* saw a prophecy or fell in love.

OR Even if George made it that Rhaegar wouldn't have left her if she had been able to give him another child. It doesn't change that he abandoned her and their children in the worst way possible with no protection against Aerys and his loyal kingsguard. And even then, it's hard to believe she'd accept just because he told her : Hey, I see in my dreams that I have to have 3 children or we all die. Like, what is this? She almost died for that, no thanks to you and your one after another impregnation.

It's disgusting and not well-written at all.

That's just the plain truth.

That's why a huge part of the fandom dislikes it. Not because they "didn't read the books" or "they lack critical thinking".

It's actually because they know how to think instead of inserting themselves as not like other girls girl and shipping themselves with terrible husband and father, charismatic depressed prince charming.

Poor Rhaegar had a sense of doom following him and knew he'd die soon so Elia let him be? That's very idiotic.

No. Elia being fine with annulment or polygamy isn't normal unless she is forced to. And you know it.

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nerdieforpedro · 3 months

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20 Questions of Writers 📑

I was tagged by @frenchiereading @avastrasposts and @maggiemayhemnj (Bless the three of you. You know a dissertation is coming 🤣🤣🤣) 💜

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 81 works on AO3. There are some that are there and not on Tumblr yet. As to why, some of them are other series I haven’t finished or I’m not sure if I should post them here.

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

As of today: 351,908 words (updated for a new chapter of one of my works)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: Pedro Pascal, Oscar Issac, Garrett Hedlund and might dabble in Call of Duty (maybe)

No longer writing: Marvel

4. Top Five fics by kudos: (some of these were written long ago, when Nerdie was a wee one in fandom)

Sard’ika Sessions (the most in kudos and hits- it tells me ya’ll like Din being a soft dom and using several different tools, maybe at the same time?)

Our Journey Across the Star Ocean (people enjoy the way I write Din maybe?)

The Viper Longs for Foliage (the one fic I have about Oberyn Martell - I don’t feel I write him well but people feel differently I suppose 🤔)

The Best and the Worst Day (AO3 only - Chris Evans fix it was a phase 🫣)

I want him to see me (AO3 only - I had to look up what this was lol Sebastian Stan fic)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I make sure to go through my inbox to reply to anyone who was nice enough to leave me one. ☺️

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Bold of you to assume I finish fics regularly 👀

Scarlet Stains and their Echoes Such angst with a Backstreet Boys joke thrown in. 😆

7. What is the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

This is a three way tie (cheating because Nerdie is not above it) between Sard’ika Sessions, The Lake Between Us and Parts of you Mr. Morales. Each fic has a different Pedro character - Din, Ezra (I had to give him something happy 😭) and Frankie.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not that I’ve seen. I totally thought I would and that’s why something stay on AO3 or in the WIP folder but so far I have not. It’s like waiting for the other shoe to drop.

9. Do you write smut?

I used to. I used to write a lot and enjoyed it. I find now that when I write smut it’s awkward and takes me at least a month to finish a smut scene because despite watching and reading reference materials (porn and other awesome smut fanfic here and on AO3) I don’t have the same mojo when writing it any more. I feel a bit sad about it, but there’s nothing that’s worked. It’s not like I don’t have thots. I just can’t get them in a fic. 😭😭

10. Craziest Crossover?

I haven’t really done many. One m/m fic where Din and Poe crossed blasters (pun fully intended), one sandwich with a female reader, Lucian Flores and Benny Miller, My Tim Rockford series where Dieter is his brother and that’s about it I think 🧐

11. Have you ever have a fic stolen? Not that I know of. So happy I’m in my small weird little box 📦

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? Nope I would be open to it but I dunno how the process would work.

14. All time favorite ship? The Razor Crest, it has room for passengers. 😆

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Such heart ache 😣 My first series that I started was with Dave York (he was done so dirty dammit!) and it was pretty smut filled. Felt with him and the OFC’s messed up dynamic as well but because of all the smut and how I can’t seem to write smut to save my neck now, it will likely go unfinished. 😭

16. What are your writing strengths?

Honestly, I’m not sure. Maybe just the weird plot ideas I can make and dialogue. That’s about it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing a fic, SMUT, weak comedy (I can’t resist it though), fixating on small details that don’t matter and everything that wasn’t listed as a strength. What is writing really? Can I make the words go together? 😨

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Pretty cool, just make sure you ask a native speaker in that language to look over things before posting. I have found that some of my Spanish is too literal and no native Spanish speaker is actually going to say that. Plus each language always has little nuances you need to take into account.

19. First Fandom you wrote in? Marvel 👀 Look it was a phase dammit! 🫣 Leave me alone. 😭

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Nerdie will cheat again, because this is her post! 😆 I enjoy all my fics. Otherwise, why would I write them? But one stands above the rest. It gives me all the feels, giggles, some funny banter, smut that took a damn month to write and inspired @soft-persephone to tag me in a meme that @boliv-jenta made, Weddings 101 with Dieter.

If there’s one fic that I feel has the majority of my writing (all styles and facets) in it, Weddings 101 would be it. My humor, agnst, attempt at making a villain and sub-plots, slow burn romance with a goat as Dieter’s ride or die. 🤗 That trash panda gave me a lot so I wrote him a wild ass series. 😋

NPT: @tinytinymenace @megamindsecretlair @perotovar @pedroshotwifey @lady-bess

@djarinmuse @alltheglitterandtheroar @inept-the-magnificent @lotusbxtch

@jeewrites @rosecentaur1916 @westside-rot @jessthebaker @trulybetty

@rhoorl @musings-of-a-rose @saturn-rings-writes @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @magpiepills

@secretelephanttattoo @morallyinept @goodwithcheese

#fanfiction #20 questions #20 questions for writers #getting to know your nerdie #writing #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author

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whiskeynwriting · 3 years

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My Deepest Desires

Oberyn Martell x Female Reader

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Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, praise kink, slight spanking, use of sex toys, slight degradation (Oberyn calls you his filthy little whore, which is an absolute blessing in my book), cum play, TONS of butt play, anal sex. I think that’s it lol

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A/N: okay y’all… this one gets dirty, straight up FILTHY, ok? My heart fucking leaped from my chest when I wrote it lmfao. If butt stuff isn’t your thing, pls move along. You have been warned.

- As always, this can be tied directly to the beauty that is the Insatiable series.

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“O – Oberyn,” you stutter out, gasping lightly at the sudden pressure.

“Shh…” he coos, dipping his head down to nuzzle into your neck. “Just relax, little one. Let me take care of you.”

He pours more of the scented liquid over your backside, using one of his hands to spread your cheeks and allowing the oil to pour over himself, too. He’s nestled between your lovely little curves, lubing you up in preparation for what’s to come. Oberyn fists his cock, rubbing the oil up and down his length before repositioning himself at your hole. Then, he returns to you, bending over and resting his chest against your back. He kisses your ear, the hand not on his cock rising to rub your shoulder as he whispers to you.

“Are you ready, little one?”

“Yes…” you breath out, feeling his entire weight leave you along with the touch of his hand.

He leans backward, sitting upright on his knees behind your bent form. His hands find their place on your ass, spreading you so wide it’s almost painful. The prince’s eyes roll back a bit as he breaches your hole, his already throbbing tip more than eager to get inside. You feel the stretch of it, the pressure and all-consuming pain that washes over you. He feels and sees you tense up, now moving to rub soothing circles over your hips with one hand while the other keeps you spread.

“You’re doing so good…” he moans out, feeling the head fully slide inside. “I love you, Inamorata… love the things you let me do to your beautiful body…” He murmurs, bending over to kiss your shoulder.

“Oberyn…” you sigh out, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. “My prince, my only love…”

He continues speaking to you, cooing lovely praises in your ear while he makes room for himself inside. And the distraction works, because before you know it, he’s already halfway in.

“Do you want this, sweet thing? Tell me.” He begs, his breaths quickening above you. “Tell me you want it; tell me you want my cock.”

“I want it,” you immediately reply, whining slightly at the sudden wave of arousal rushing over you. “I want your cock, my prince, my viper. I want it inside…”

“Yes…” he groans, smirking against your skin and biting down gently into the muscle along your upper back. “Then let me give it to you… let me inside…”

You do your best to accommodate the prince’s girth, breathing through it as he practically splits you open from behind. Both of Oberyn’s large hands squeeze the smooth flesh of your waist and hips, staring down at where your bodies connect. His desperate little moans and gasps make you flutter inside. You can just picture him right now, his broad stature behind you, the prince’s beautifully full lips parting as he stares at you in awe. Oberyn is obsessed with your body and the way you open up for him, nearly drooling at the sight and feel of his cock slowly entering you from behind.

It’s the first time he’s ever done it, at least with you. He loves seeing your body accommodate him, loves making you squirm and shiver beneath his touch. Oberyn has had many lovers in his lifetime, this was no secret. But regardless of how many men and women he’s been inside, he tells you time and time again that you are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He’s never yearned for someone in the way he yearns for you. And honestly, it’s hard for you to believe. Surely there are others more beautiful than you. But there’s not.

It’s overtly obvious that the prince is enjoying himself, diving deeper and deeper as his chest takes in lungfuls of air. You feel powerless, completely at the prince of Dorne’s mercy, and yet, it’s comforting. You feel safe in his arms, knowing he always has your pleasure in mind. Oberyn is not a selfish man; he’ll always make sure to take care of you.

“How does it feel, sweet girl?” he moans out, his hips finally meeting your ass. “How does it feel to have my cock stuffed in your tight, little ass?”

He leans over you, his chest pressed to your back as he speaks. His one hand leaves the bed, giving your cheek a playful smack that causes you to clench around him.

“Letting me stretch you open…” he purrs, running his nose up the cuff of your ear. “Filthy little thing.”

“Hm…” you hum, his words turning that burning pain into sweet, sweet pleasure. “I like it; I like how it feels…”

“Is this new for you?” he asks, kissing your shoulder as he begins rolling his hips against your curves, pressing himself deeper inside.

“Yes.” you whimper out, feeling him drag his tongue over your skin.

“Really?” he responds, his tone of voice displaying his astonishment. “Am I the first to claim your sweet hole, little one? Hm?”

“Yes, Oberyn. And I’m glad to give it to you.” you return, smiling lazily as he throbs inside.

“Oh, sweet thing…” he moans out, entirely delighted to be the first one to enter the forbidden space between your cheeks. “My pretty girl… my naughty little girl.”

He grabs a fistful of your ass as he says it, tilting his head to nip at your neck. Once again, his words work as an easy distraction, allowing him to slide out of you before ramming back inside.

“Fuck!” you gasp out, your fingers rapidly reaching for the bedsheets.

Oberyn grunts above you, now fully pumping himself inside you. He leans back again, both hands gripping your hips and bouncing you back against him. He pounds in deep, shoving himself in your tight hole with relentless determination. The slick sounds of your oiled up bodies claps through the room, the liquid-suck of his cock reentering you a beautiful melody to Oberyn’s ears.

“O – Oberyn!” you gasp out, trying to get his attention.

He slows his speed, allowing himself to steady his breaths once again before asking, “What is it, my love? What do you need?”

“Need, I need…” you stutter out, trying to find the words.

“Do you need this?” he purrs, his right hand leaving your hip and curling around your body.

His palm slithers down your torso, landing on your sex and pinching your pebbled bud. You shiver and jerk you hips up against him, whining out pleasurably as he does it. He smiles above you, sighing in satisfaction as he watches your body relax even more.

“Sit up, sweet thing.” He whispers, pulling himself from your hole.

You lift your head, watching Oberyn as he shifts toward the center of the bed. He lays on his back, tilted up slightly against the headboard. He lifts his knees, planting the soles of his feet on the sheets. He then reaches out to you, offering his hand, which you take, of course. You let him move your body, situating yourself above him with your back to his chest. Oberyn’s large, warm hands spread your legs, resting them on either side of his thighs before reaching down past your stomach. His hardened cock rests beneath you, but he pulls himself free and rests it on your lower stomach, now pumping himself in hand.

“Do you see the top drawer, sweet thing? The top drawer in that nightstand?”

You turn your head, acknowledging said drawer and realizing it’s slightly ajar. Oberyn places heated kisses on your neck and shoulder as he continues to speak.

“I want you to reach into it. Grab the glass toy, and pleasure yourself with it.”

You bite your lip at his words, smirking slightly as your clitoris throbs between your legs. You do as he says, leaning over slightly and reaching in to grab the clear, glass dildo. It’s thick and firm and nearly as big as him. It has more ridges, though, the glass curving and dipping as you rotate it in your hand.

“Now,” he begins, the hand on your hip guiding you up. “I’m going to put myself back in, Inamorata. And when I’m inside, I want you to stuff yourself full, okay?”

“Mm-hm,” you whimper, closing your eyes and steadying your breaths.

Oberyn enters once again, this time easier than the last. Your body welcomes him, your tight walls closing in around his cock and pulsating when he’s fully inside. At his request, you place the tip of the toy at your entrance, staring down as you begin sliding it inside.

“Yes,” he groans, watching you from over your shoulder. “Yes, my sweet girl, my perfect girl.”

You throw your head back with a breathy moan once the glass dildo is fully inside. You’ve never felt so full in your entire life, never been penetrated by two things at once. To say the least it’s… enthralling.

Both of Oberyn’s hands find your hips, immediately moving to bounce you up and down on his cock as you continue to rest back against him. Your head rests back on the prince’s shoulder as he fucks you, his head turned with his nose pressing into your cheek. He whispers to you, kisses you and licks you and moans against you. When he notices that you aren’t moving the glass inside your core, his hand leaves your hip to cover your own, guiding your slender fingers back to your core. With his help, he reaches in, pulling the dildo out before shoving it back in again.

Your body nearly goes limp at the ungodly amount of pleasure swimming through it. Sex with Oberyn was always excitingly filthy; he constantly surprised you with new paths to pleasure. But right now, you feel absolutely overwhelmed. It’s sensual and passionate, your bodies rubbing against one another as you fuck yourself with the toy while he fucks himself into you. Your grunts and groans intertwine in the air, echoing off the stone walls encasing the private room.

“Oberyn, fuck… Oberyn!”

“That’s it,” he moans, covering your neck in wet, sloppy kisses. “Say my name, you beautiful thing. Say my name until you forget your own, until you can’t think of anything else but the feeling of me inside you. Just think of me… let it soothe you, let it consume you.”

The prince’s hand has left yours, allowing you to go at your own pace, at least with the toy, that is. He continues his own rhythm, absolutely delighting in the way your tight ass swallows his cock.

Eventually, the tip of the dildo finds your pleasure spot, allowing your arousal to climb to new heights. He can feel the bulge of the toy rub against the thin lining separating your holes, rubbing against his cock as it punches up inside you. He loves the feeling, loves the friction, loves filling you up until you can’t fucking think.

“I want you,” you gasp out, your eyes pinching shut as your high nears. “Want you to cum inside.”

“Yes, Inamorata. I’ll cum inside, keep you full of me even when I slide out. Gods, I love watching you cum. You’re going to cum, aren’t you sweet thing? Need to feel it, need to feel you squeeze me tight.”

“Fuck,” you whine out, arching your back against him as your orgasm explodes within you.

Good gods, Oberyn’s moans make you mad. He sounds so beautiful, so aroused and full of delight. His grunts punch through the air, his lips pressed right to your ear as he cums. The vibrations of his erotic sounds resonate through your skin, washing you in waves of goosebumps as you ride out your high above him.

You feel the sticky warmth of him coat your insides, feeling each rope as it shoots from his tip. He thrusts constantly up against you, rolling his hips against your pliant body as he empties himself inside. Eventually, your hand slows, fully pulling the glass dildo from your inner channel and dropping it down on the bed.

“Give it to me.” He grunts out, nodding down and gesturing to the sheets.

You glance down, a confused expression covering your face. That is, until he says, “Let me taste.”

You huff out a chuckle, grabbing the dildo from the sheets below and holding it over your shoulder for him. Oberyn opens his mouth, closing his eyes and groaning as soon as you place it on his tongue. He sucks on it, rolling his tongue along the cool glass as if it’s a frozen treat. You moan out as you watch him, slowly rubbing it deeper inside. Then, you pull it out, wanting a taste yourself. But instead of watching you lick up your slick, he joins you, continuing to run his tongue along the side of it.

“Greedy,” you giggle, teasing his eager act.

Oberyn grins at you, flicking his tongue out across the glass and sliding it across your own. You moan at the sensation, at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue rubbing over yours. But after a few moments, you feel yourself become achy and raw, choosing to lift yourself from his lap and lay down beside him.

“No, no.” he quickly says, shaking his head as he begins to move again.

You look up at him, watching him intently as he shifts on the bed, sliding down while continuing to rest on his back.

“You know better than to waste.”

You roll your eyes at him and his insatiable appetite for your body. Oberyn is so relentless. He loves licking his cum out of you.

You climb up to your knees, facing the headboard as you place your core over the prince’s face. As an extra cherry on top, you reach around, spreading your cheeks wide for him just as you begin to feel it drip out.

“I love seeing you covered in my cum… seeing it drip out of your holes…” he murmurs, completely mesmerized by the sight of his seed trickling out.

His hands replace yours, spreading you wide as he stares, his hungry eyes taking in the sight if your now leaking hole. Oberyn’s fingertips dig into you as he leans in and licks at you, lapping up everything that drips out for him while his hands shove you further down on his face. His tongue lines the crease between your cheeks before prodding at your now sore and achy hole.

You gasp out at the sensation, reaching forward to steady yourself on the bedframe. You expected him to play with your clit, but this… this is something extremely new. You knew he liked licking you after he’s cum inside, but you never expected him to do so like this…

“Oberyn… holy fuck.” Something between a groan and whine emanates from your throat as you throw your head back, slowly beginning to rub yourself down against him.

His satisfied grumbles vibrate through your hips, his handsome smirk evident as it presses against your skin. It makes your head swim with bliss, with something entirely otherworldly as you experience the sensation of his tongue licking you open from below.

Every now and then, his mouth leaves you. His hands tenderly push you up, staring at the sloppy secret between your cheeks and growling slightly when more of his pearlescent essence drips from the rim. He loves looking at you like this, at where he’s thoroughly wrecked you, watching how your body twitches and spasms. And he takes it in, noting exactly how your body reacts to him, to his touch, to his fingers and tongue and cock. Having you spread out before him, letting him play with you however he wants, is the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen in his life.

Your face burns as he does it, as he holds you open and gawks at your fully-fucked form. It’s dirty and shameless but its everything you fucking love. You’re dripping, you can feel it, your tender hole clenching around absolutely nothing now that’s it’s empty of the prince’s cock. And below, Oberyn opens his mouth, letting the salty-sweetness of himself fall onto his tongue.

“You like this?” you gasp out, smiling blissfully above him.

“Uh-huh,” he grunts out, his mouth still open beneath you.

“Never want anything other than you, Inamorata.” He promises, his fingers massaging your tender flesh. “You fulfil my deepest desires, sweet girl; my longing for love and companionship… all while being my filthy little whore whenever you feel like it.”

“Oberyn,” you giggle out, sighing lightly when you feel his tongue return. “I’ll always be here, my love. I’ll always give into your needs.”

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AN: I decided to test myself by creating a writing challenge for myself, and it turned into this. It also helped that House of the Dragon has put me into an Oberyn mood. Quick thank you to my girl @wheresarizona for the amazing moodboard and for her general awesomeness as well as my wifey @foli-vora for letting me bombard her with this. Hope you enjoy xox.

Pairing; coded as Oberyn Martell x f!reader - (no use of his name, this could be read as a choose your own character)

Warnings; piv sex (wrap it up), fingering, dirty talk, implied heartbreak, Creampie, pornographic photography, let me know if I missed anything

Word count; 3.8k

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He was intense, but not in an intentional way-it seemed to go way beyond that.

Maybe it was his gaze, the way you knew instinctively that he saw everything, saw your sad smile and your nervously fidgeting hands. He saw the spectre of heartbreak that curled around you like smoke, the invisible weight that on a bad day- affected your very posture.

“Feel free to make yourself comfortable, nothing will happen for now, I’d like to start by talking about what will happen today.” He gestured to the middle of his almost decadent space, the soft lilt in his voice reassuring. It was small, and filled with treasures, endless framed pictures and artworks hung in no discernible pattern on the emerald green wall. There was a massive rattan basket chair filled with cushions and plush blankets in a corner, the fading sunlight streaming in through the window would make the pictures taken there gorgeous.

“Sure, just anywhere?” You set down your bag and stood beside the chair, pausing to admire the lush plants in the space.

“In the chair would be wonderful, we’ll most likely begin there.” He had a table set up opposite the chair, on that table were a few cameras and lenses, what you imagined were boxes of film along with a stool he now moved to sit across from you. He paused before taking his seat- “Can I offer you something to drink? I have bottled water as well as a few different kinds of tea, I could make coffee?” He stood, head tilted.

“Um - water would be great, thank you.” You sank into the chair, slightly surprised at how comfortable it was.

I suppose it would have to be for this sort of thing.

“I uh- I’ve never done anything like this before.” You tried to laugh a bit, but it sounded disingenuous, instead resorting to a small smile when he handed you the water bottle.

“That’s okay- it’s a little unorthodox but my clients have been very happy with the results.” He sits finally, his body language conveying how comfortable he is. “I’ve booked you as my only appointment today so there’s no time limit, I pulled out quite a bit of film so don’t worry about running out or having to get the perfect shot, your only job today is to be yourself and forget about the camera.” He grabs a mug from a small table, it steams and the smell of jasmine fills the air. “For obvious reasons, I don’t use digital cameras. The pictures I take are only hard copy, any and all negatives you either take with you, or I keep in my private collection and you have my guarantee that they don’t end up anywhere but my portfolio. Now-” He smiles, his lively brown eyes bore into yours in a way that makes your heart race slightly. “-any questions for me?” He sips at his tea again, his attention solely focused on you.

“Oh-” You’d had a few questions on the way over but sitting there, in the plush chair opposite this handsome, comforting man they were hard to get a grasp of. You took a sip of the water to stall while you gathered your thoughts. “How long do these sessions usually take?”

“It varies, really depends on the person or people-” Your eyes widened and he smiled warmly. “You’d be surprised to know a lot of my clients are married or long term couples, people who want to document their intimacy, in a tasteful way. Professional more like, it’s hard to take nudes sometimes.” He laughs and you join. It made sense, an ex of yours had convinced you to record once and the whole experience had ended in laughter. “I also do regular portraits, I do regular boudoir shoots, intimacy shots, tasteful nudity and even some not so tasteful stuff. I capture whatever the client wants to capture and sometimes - I even join in. It’s all a matter of comfort.”

Your eyebrows rose into your hairline and all at once you imagined how he’d kiss, how his facial hair would feel on your face, on your breasts and on your thighs. You took a deep, steadying breath.

“Have you or one of your clients ever stopped a session?” You fiddled with the fringed edge of the cushion beside you.

“Yes, I’ve had a client say they wanted to stop because their heart wasn’t in it - they came back a few days later and the second shoot turned out noticeably better. I have had to stop a session with a couple because I wasn’t comfortable with what they wanted me to document. It happens, we’re only humans and I try not to judge anyone too harshly. I will check in with you constantly.” You nodded along, curious as to what could have made him cancel mid-appointment. “I feel like there is something you aren’t saying.”

“Am I that transparent?” His eyes had a way of holding your gaze, of drawing you in despite the heat crawling up your neck.

“I pride myself in my ability to read people, it makes me good at my job.” He smiled as he sat there, cross-legged and completely at ease.

“Well, you aren’t what I imagined, I mean to say- you aren’t what I pictured when we spoke over the phone.” And he wasn’t, he looked like some lost emperor, his face regal, his movements elegant. This was a man who was in total control of his body.

“Am I an improvement? Or a disappointment?” His voice was neutral, a twinkle in his eye- an understanding that he could read the answer in your fidgeting.

“I think you know.” A nervous laugh fills the room from both of you and suddenly you understand why clients would ask him to join.

“I think I do as well, but words are paramount- I need you to communicate with me if this will work.” He set his cup down and stood, reaching over for the first camera as he smiled. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen- but if there is something you want, you must open that pretty mouth and say it out loud.” He slid some film into his camera before moving the stool away, his eyes back on you. “Shall we begin?” His eyes shine with mischief and you find yourself excited to start.

Here goes nothing.

“Yes I’m ready.” You do your best to make sure you’re presentable, your hands briefly fussing at your hair before they straighten out the simple dress you’d chosen while he goes about moving your bag out of the frame.

“Lovely. First I’m going to just have you get comfortable in that chair, your first instinct will be to pose and I want you to try to fight that, just make the space your own and I will find what I’m looking for.” He fluffs a few floor pillows as he speaks, moves some things around while you do your best to follow his instructions.

It was hard to ignore the camera though, hard not to think of how you’ll show up in the picture, what parts of your body will be highlighted and whether it’ll be flattering or not.

“Pretend you've come here at the end of the day. To this space to unwind. There is no rush, the hard part of the day is through.” His voice is so rich, so calming and you close your eyes to picture it. “Time to relax, to curl up with a good book and a glass of wine.” Your legs draw up close to your body, making yourself as small as you can. “Perfect, move blankets, move pillows, make yourself at home and I’ll adjust things. Keep your eyes closed and don’t mind my hands.” You feel them then, warm and soft on your thigh when he straightens the fabric of your dress.

The camera's shutter isn’t as loud as you’d imagined it would be - not as jarring as you’d thought it would be, instead you imagine yourself at home; imagine yourself in bed.

The soft pad of his thumb smooths your eyebrow slowly, smooths the worry out of your face silently before the soft shutter sounds again, closer now but it doesn’t matter. The camera isn’t there, instead you focus on your breathing, deep breaths in as well as out.

Soft fingertips trace the line of your jaw, tipping your face towards the window and it feels like his fingers are charged with something. A sparkling path burned into the places he brushes that bloom and spread throughout your person. He hums in approval, more shutters and it's so much easier than you would have thought.

One hand slides under your neck like silk for a moment before a pillow is placed underneath, shifting you half onto your back now and it raises your chest, opens you up to the light streaming in around you, calls to mind the classic paintings of the female form and if you hadn’t been so at ease with him you might have laughed.

“Lovely, let’s hold here a moment.” His voice has dropped into something smoky, something simmering under the skin; nothing in the world could let you disobey a voice like that.

More soft shutters.

“Beautiful.”

He’s moving, the sounds come from behind the chair and you try to imagine what it would look like for him, is he taking a picture through the rattan? Does the chair's shadow look like netting?

He’s in front of you again, your ears prickle and track his movements and your heart leaps to feel his hands slide up the soft skin of your thighs.

“May I see more of your skin?” His hands rest on your knees, you nod and a soft breath escapes when he pulls the fabric up to show more of your legs, when his fingers undo a button at your cleavage. “You’re doing wonderfully.” You take another deep, steadying breath and within a moment soft music fills the space, further alleviating the nerves keeping you stiff.

“Much better.” He says it almost to himself but you know he sees your body become more pliant, sees the stiffness in your limbs bleed out into the comfortable nest he's created, all of it infused with the scent of Jasmine and oud and bergamot -the smell of him.

Your lip slips between your teeth at the thought of his mouth tracing the same paths as his fingers-

“Wait, bite your lip for me once more.” His thumb presses at the plush of it, coaxing it slowly back into your mouth- your nipples harden to feel his thumb there, the soft shutters sounding before he’s moved his thumb away and the thought of it being captured makes your cunt ache. “Such a lovely sight my sweet.” There is a smile in his voice, you know he sees through you- sees your visceral reaction when he slides his fingers softly down the curve of your throat, down past your collarbones to rest where another button keeps you hidden.

He sees, and he waits, waits for the words he warned must come all the while the shutters continue to sound and he patiently documents your slow, curated descent into a lustful madness.

“Out loud.” His finger traces soft patterns at the base of your throat, waiting until you open your eyes and breathe out a yes.

He smiles and undoes a few more buttons, his focus now on the skin on display for him, the rise and fall of your chest, the goosebumps that raise in his wake and he moves again. Makes himself comfortable at your feet and your heart races in anticipation.

The camera dangles from his neck as his hands move slowly, tracing up your thighs until the fabric bunches and pools at your waist, until he sees the no-doubt noticeable damp spot between your legs. Your heartbeat races, thumping loudly in your ears as he pulls your legs apart, thrums steadily in your cunt the longer he stares and then he leaves you there - open to his gaze while the shutters sound and he takes pictures of your ruined underwear.

It’s hard not to tense up, hard not to scream from the tension thick enough to slice through permeating every inch of space between you.

“Very lovely - I could photograph you all day like this.” He fiddles with the lens before placing his hand onto the meat of your thigh, the sheer size of it makes you almost pant but you don’t, instead you take another deep breath, take a moment to yourself to calm down. But you can’t calm down, his proximity, his smell, his warm breath ghosting across your heated skin makes it impossible to do anything but melt and burn for him.

“What-” Your voice almost cracks but you steady yourself. “What do your clients usually say, when they ask you to join?” You feel the heat crawling up your neck when his gaze returns to your face, a knowing smile.

“They tell me exactly what they want me to do my sweet. If they want me to kiss them-” He dips his head and presses his lips to your knee and your mouth drops open. “If they want me to touch them-” His palm slides across your inner thigh and then he presses it against the whole of your cunt. “Is that what you want? You want me to touch you?” He doesn’t move, doesn’t alter his pressure and it feels like your body is vibrating with want.

“I can feel the heat coming off you.” He takes another picture and for a moment you can do nothing but swallow thickly. Your body is a live wire and it takes everything in you not to shake, all of it made harder still with your hands pressed into your thighs, the flesh of which spills through your fingers in your will to keep them open.

“Yes.” It comes out as almost a whisper and he doesn't react for a moment, instead he searches your face for something while your heart races and races. Finally he moves and pushes the damp fabric away to reveal your glistening heat.

Its his turn to bite his lip now, his focus solely on the slightly parted lips of your sex before moving the camera up to take another picture. His thumb breaches the seam of you to swipe through the arousal flowing freely, collecting it before moving it up to the ripe little berry of your clit.

It’s wanton the way he looks at you, deeply erotic and you’d be hard pressed to ever remember feeling this aroused- this desired. With every delicious swirl of his thumb your slick flows, the fire of arousal burning bright within every fibre of your being.

Shutters sound as he keeps up his assault, swirling swirling swirling until he dips into your heat again, wetting his thumb in you and all you can do is pant, hold your legs open and pray that he doesn’t stop.

“Look at you, ripe as a peach.” He pulls away and you almost cry, a whimper leaves your mouth as you watch him lick his thumb clean with an almost disrespectful gleam in his eye. “Bursting with honey for me.” A pained sigh escapes you now as he dips his thumb again and this time, he strokes with a purpose - tight circles until the coil snaps and you come with a cry. Again the shutters sound but he gives you no respite, two thick fingers spear into the fluttering clutch of your cunt, thick and scissoring you open for his eyes and his lense and it's so much you can barely think straight.

The orgasm only served to skyrocket your need for him, making you feel almost unhinged.

“I want you.” You reach out your hand and press your fingers to your clit, he smiles and focuses on where your hands almost touch. His splitting you open, your smaller one sweeping over your clit.

“I like this- show me how you like to touch yourself my sweet.” He crooks his fingers inside and touches something white hot while you obey. Your other hand pulls the last few buttons of your neckline open to pinch at a nipple and it’s so good you can barely hear anything over your heartbeat thudding in your ears.

“That's it, you’re doing so well, so wet.” The sounds coming from between your legs are obscene, the wet plunge of his fingers, the shutter of his camera and all too soon you're clenching around his fingers, pushing at them slightly when he doesn’t stop.

“Absolutely gorgeous.” He pressed another kiss to your thigh before licking you off his fingers.

He stands and turns from you, replacing the used film - a dreamy smile creeps onto your face to see him adjusting the sizeable bulge at his crotch. In that moment, as your skin tingles and your arousal flows you almost laugh at the thought of any and all trepidation you’d had over this appointment.

“How do you want me?” You sit up to rest on your elbows while he removes his soft linen shirt, grateful at the golden skin on display now. “Will there be a tripod or something?” You look around momentarily, wondering about the logistics.

“I don’t use them, the pictures are never the same but I would love to have you on your knees- if you’d like that.” He comes to stand before you - letting you decide how you want this to go.

“So you won’t be in the pictures?” You pout slightly before pulling the dress off completely.

“Parts of me will be, my hands, my cock, I want you to be the focus.” He brings his thumb up to swipe at your bottom lip, pressing into it softly, he smiles when you take it into your mouth and you hope your expression is sexy when he takes more pictures.

“So we won’t kiss?” You ask after letting go of his thumb with a pop.

“You want me to kiss you?” He pulls you up to stand in front of him so he can run his free hand up and down your arm, stopping briefly to undo your bra.

“Yes.” You stare at his mouth, his lower lip plump and begging to be bitten.

He brushes his nose against yours for a moment before pressing his mouth to yours, his kiss is chaste at first but it quickly turns. His tongue swiping at the seam of your lips begging for entrance which you gladly grant him. He licks into your mouth with purpose, pressing himself as close as he can with the camera hanging by his side. You sigh into his mouth when you feel his huge hand cup the back of your neck and all of a sudden his tongue is almost obscene in your mouth. It’s aggressive and it makes you drip, a frenzy coming through as he licks into your mouth before he's pulling away, leaving you almost drunk.

He places one last kiss on your neck before he guides you to the pillows and blankets set up on the floor.

The rustling of his clothes reaches your ears as he kneels behind you, his thighs pressed up against the backs of yours and before he touches you the shutters sound, they sound as his palm presses down on your back. They sound as he grabs a handful of your ass, as he pulls your panties down and off. Sounds still as the weeping head of his cock presses against the curve of your ass.

It’s a heady feeling, to feel him pressed up so close with your pussy dripping in anticipation while he takes his time framing his shots, capturing your desperation for him before you finally feel him coating his thick length in your liquid heat.

He groans as he splits you open on his dick in one smooth stroke, holding himself still as you both catch your breath. Your skin is burning up, arousal coursing through your veins like electricity, everything heightened ten times over as the shutters sound behind you.

He rocks slowly, gliding into your soaked cunt over and over, your slick drips out around him as he pulls you apart. You lift your head to stare back at him over your shoulder, seeing him photograph himself entering you and it pulls a throaty moan out of you. He points the camera at you, capturing the no doubt cockdumb expression on your face before he puts it down beside him.

His pace speeds up and it feels like he's battering against your womb, his hands slips around and he pulls you up close. Your back meets the solid wall of his chest and now he holds your breasts with both hands, nipples pinched gloriously between his fingers.

“I wish I could photograph you like this.” He spits the words out into your ear, his panting breath pushing you closer towards the release you're desperate for, the pressure of it blooming in your core.

“Make me come-“ Your fingers reach for him, threading through his fine black waves. “Please, please make me come.” He growls at your words and then his fingers are gliding against your clit. “Yes, right there-“ A truly filthy moan fills the air as you clench around his length.

“There you go sweetling, that’s good, gonna fill you to the brim-“ he grunts with the effort of his fucking into you, his pace growing eratic and after a handful more he seizes- pressing you both forward, he replaces his heavy thrusts with a deep grinding against the plush swell of your ass.

There is sweat beading in your hairline, heat radiating from your face where it's pressed against the crushed velvet of his pillow. He presses a few kisses to your spine before pulling out with a hiss and suddenly he's turning you over to lay on your back. He moves the pillows and blankets before opening your legs and raising your knees to inspect your still-fluttering pussy.

“Stay just like that my sweet, just like that, I want a picture of that gorgeous little cunt full of my come.” He moves pausing to press kisses to your neck on his journey south, again to lick at one stiffened nipple, then the second. He stares at you briefly, his gaze glued to where you can feel him slowly leaking out. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He grabs the camera and takes his pictures, some up close, others with his hand on your thigh and finally- with his fingers pushing into the wet clutch of your puffy, filled pussy.

“You'll have to come back for another session. So many other pictures I’d like to take.” He spreads his fingers inside, somehow making you ache for him again.

“I think we should take more right now.” You pull his fingers from between your legs, and stick them in your mouth - relishing the pained look on his face.

“Oh yes, we’re nowhere near done.”

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Chapter 10: Entanglement Of Scales(18+)

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Reader x Slight Elllaria Sand

Rating: 18+ (MINORS BEGONE)

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Explicit language, cannon violence, Decapitation, mentions of rape, mentions of murder, murder, allusions to sex, smut, Dilf energy, Milf energy,

Warnings 2.0: Dirty talking, Breeding kink, hair pulling, scratching, oral (female receiving), Oral (Male receiving), Electrical Shocks???, Unprotected Penetration (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!!!)

Summery: It doesn’t take a scholar or royal adviser to figure out the invitation the Royal Wedding in Westeros has some underlining conditions. Not that it matters to you or your son, the opportunity to go to a country so far away that impressions wouldn’t do much to your reputations is just too good to pass up. And who better to live that thrill to the fullest than with the Red Viper of Dorne.

I press my lips to Oberyn’s as we stumble into my chambers, his facial hair scratching against my skin and palms as I cup his face. Oberyn’s hands fall to his armor to unknot them as I’m sure he has done thousands of times before. Thumps of the heavy leather armor bounces through the room leaving him in just the underclothing, in which state I take over undressing him while his hands move to grab at my body through my silk.

“Have me viper, have me and I’ll have you.” I whisper against his lips as I lift his shirt. Oberyn pulls his body out of the shirt before bringing it back to mine, “When you first told me that you fucked those you keep, it made me cautious.” He confesses, wrapping his fingers around the sashes of my kimono. “But then your son told me it was only a ruse of sorts to protect your heart. That the one’s you fuck are some of your closest friends, the ones you will keep in your heart forever.” He murmurs pulling at the top of my kimono, lowering down to expose my shoulders so he may press his lips to them.

“Had I known you’d keep me in your heart I would have been less hesitant.” He whispers, pulling the silk away from body and letting it fall to the floor. I drag my hands along his skin, occasionally tracing a deep scar as he presses his lips into every groove of my throat and shoulders. “Savior it Viper, for I leave before the sun rises. I suggest you leave for Dorne as soon as you can.” I murmur softly, “Let’s not talk in the future, lets talk in the now. Like how I’m going to bury my tongue in your cunt, before I fill you with my next bastard.” He grins viciously. I quirk an eyebrow at him before taking him by his trousers and dragging him over to the bed. Shoving him down to sit before straddling him, “They will not be a bastard but a Dragkoi and Martell, born from blood of the blue dragon and the venom of a deadly viper.” I whisper pushing my hips down over Oberyn’s hard cock.

The man groans into my lips, “I did not know you were Targaryen?” He mocks. I scoff with an eye roll, “The Targaryens HAVE Dragons Viper, The Dragkois ARE the dragons.” I whisper, pressing my lips to his throat and releasing a spark. “Fuck!” Oberyn groans, I grind my hips down on my, running my cunt over the outline of his cock that's pressed firmly against the fabric of his trousers. “Should you fill me with your child, I must warn you I do not carry bloodlines, I raise warriors.” I purr sliding down from his lap to my knees, Oberyn’s eyes follow me, desire raging like the waves of the sea. “Your child will not be bastard, but a warrior if they choose, a healer if they wish, a leader if they so desire.” I whisper slowly, pulling Oberyn’s trousers off with each little phrase. “But even as a dragon they will be a Martell, a Sandsnake.” I smile as Oberyn’s pops free, thick and at the ready. “A Sandsnake of Dorne.” I hum out before dragging my tongue from base to tip, “It would make a fine new clan to add to my empire.” I coo before sinking my mouth down on Oberyn’s cock.

The man above me hisses and forces himself to look at me as I hollow out my cheeks and press my nose into the curls at the base of his cock. I drag myself back up before pushing back down, I keep my eyes with his searching for that fire that rages inside him. “Perhaps send some of your girls,” I suggest after pulling myself off of him, I lick along his shaft again, “They’d make the perfect foundation to Clan Sandsnake.” I murmur before sucking gently on the tip of his cock. Oberyn throws his head back at the sensation, “I’d love your girls the way I loved mine, love them the same way you love Mori.” I purr popping off.

A snarl rips from the man’s throat as he suddenly reaches down and drags me up the bed, this time it’s him sinking down to the floor. I let him toss my legs apart before he’s thrusting two fingers into my cunt, I moan freely at the feeling, his battle worn fingers creating the perfect texture against my walls. I gasp feeling his tongue press against my clit, I look down my body to see Oberyn staring up at me, his eyes swirling with determination, but no fire. It seems I haven’t pushed him far enough yet. “Two children and your cunt is still tight like a virgin.” He hums against my bundle of nerves. “Their father preferred the company of his loose concubines while I was to remain only to him. I've taken few lovers since then.” I breathe out laying back to soak up the sensation of his hand and mouth. “What a damn fool.” He snarls before sucking roughly and pressing his fingers deep into the soft spot of my walls.

A moan rips from me and I can feel the man grin, I thread my fingers through his hair and use the grip to urge him along, even if the man needs no urging at all. “Fuck Oberyn.” I whine as he strikes the bundle again, there's a rush of heat in my stomach and a spark in my veins. “I feel it, you know.” He muses, striking that spot again. “That spark inside of you, I feel it every time I press here.” He chuckles, making a point to hit the soft spot again. The heat in my gut builds and pulses thumps rapidly. “Oberyn.” I plead softly, only to whine as he leans forward and drags his tongue over my clit. “Please!” I hiss, pulling at his hair. Oberyn doesn’t reply, only thrusts his fingers forward and presses into that same spot while his lips suck against my clit. It’s just what's needed to see stars, the heat in my stomach flushes and there's a small spark that pops off my body.

I heave in deep breaths as Oberyn pulls away, but he doesn’t go far. He leans over the top of me and presses his lips to mine, I move my hands to cup his cheeks and deepen the kiss. When he pulls away I look into his eyes, looking, but still no fire. “Come on Viper,” I call softly pushing my legs up to wrap around his waist, “Show me the man who bred the sandsnakes.” I challenge running my thumbs over his cheek bones. Oberyn’s eyes darken and his hands pull at my legs, I exhale sharply feeling the head of his cock press against my opening.

“Is that what you want from me (y/n)?” He hisses, “A sandsnake? A daughter for your Empire?” He snarls, forcing his cock inside of me. I throw my head back at the split, the searing heat burning along my walls as the stretch pulls at everything else. “Not a daughter, your daughter.” I whisper breathlessly, opening my eyes to look at him, “Or perhaps, you may fuck a son into me.” I dare. Oberyn’s eyes flare to life, there it is, there’s the fire. Oberyn’s lips curl around his teeth as he thrusts forward violently, the stretch not yet faded and heat still burning. My eyes snap close as my hands grab at the flesh of his back.

“Is that it? Are you going to be the one to bear me a son?” He snarls thrusting so hard my body is pushed further up the bed, Oberyn’s hip following after not daring to let me escape. “My tenth child, a son, just like the ninth.” He growls so deep I feel it rumble from his naked chest against mine. I claw at his back and he hisses, violently lifting up and raising my leg over his shoulder, his arm wraps around it and presses it to his chest to keep it there. His thrusts ripping threw me as the burning sensation goes deeper, a familiar heat building in my gut.

“I feel it again, that spark that runs through you when you cum. It'll feels so good around my cock. Give it to me dragon, let me feel it!” He groans out leaning forward keeping my leg at his shoulder, the angle allows his cock to reach that soft spot inside me. “OBERYN!” I screech digging my nails into his forearms, “Cum on my cock dragon, cum on my cock so I can feel your spark. Fucking give it to me.” He growls forcing his hips to bruise mine. “I’ll cum so hard, so deep. Fuck in my child you want so desperately.” He snarls, leaning down and pressing his forehead to mine. “Almost. Almost.” I plead through a small sob, Oberyn bares his teeth again, his eyes raging with fire as he brings one hand to press into my clit.

White blinds my vision as the heat in my gut flushes and a volt shoots through my body. A curse left Oberyn as he violently shoved his body forward and pressed all his weight onto me. My mouth falls open when I feel a hot rush flush inside of me, running so deep I don’t think it’ll ever come out. I keep my forehead pressed to his as we come down from the euphoria, our breathing merges, neither exhaling or inhaling but all together. Oberyn waits until his cock softens before pulling away falling beside me, only to pull me on top of him so I may bare my back to the air and allow him to trace the ink on my back. I trace the scars along his chest and soak up the warmth he radiates, “Are you leaving before the sun rises?” He mummers, “Afraid so Viper.” I whisper in return.

“I’ll miss you,” I breathe softly, “Not for long.” He chuckles. I lift my head to look at him, “When your son lashed out after the trial he came to me, angry and in raged. I too told him it wasn’t his place to battle the mountain. He yelled at me telling me I wasn't his father there for I had no say, I admit it hurt quite a bit, but I looked at him and told him I didn’t care. I didn’t care because he was my son regardless, I have seen a man lose everything but even he didn’t cry the way your son did in that moment.” He confesses softly. “Once he pulled himself together, he demanded I come back to Jaenna with him, told me he didn’t care who I brought with me as long as I came. That he wouldn’t leave if I wasn’t coming with him, I told him that was childish. I told him that if he wanted me to come to Jaenna he must request me as The Emperor not as a boy. He thought long in hard my dragon, using the same face you do, and when he finally spoke he appointed me a Imperial adviser.” Oberyn recalls softly.

A smile beams across my face, “He really is growing.” I whisper. Oberyn hums, “I’ll go but I must first gather my daughters, if they are willing of course.” He sighs out. “I’ll be waiting, I wasn’t lying about appointing you girls as a clan. Nobel status if they so want it, keeping the bastard name sand to remind them where they’ve come from. Clan Sandsnake, a sigil of a snake in a sun, bastards of the second prince of Dorne as title.” I offer with a smile, “That dearest (y/n), is for them to decide.” He chuckles. “As it should be,” I hum out. There’s a soft silence between us, one we occupy with tracing hands before he speaks again.

“I still grieve for her.” Oberyn spoke softly, “The grief of losing my sister still aches in my chest.” He confesses. “What is grief if not love preserving. I grieve my daughter everyday, because I fight to continue to love her and not forget her.” I murmur softly, running my fingers soothingly over his chest. “Continue to grieve your sister Oberyn, continue to love her rather than forget her,” I advise quietly. “You are a lot like her, you know.” He chuckles softly, “Oh?” I prompt with a soft smile, “Many things interested her yet nothing satisfied her entirely. Curious in ways I’ve only seen you compared to.” He muses. “Perhaps if I had met her we would have caused more trouble than you’d know what to do with.” I joke, “The only beautiful fantasy I would truly fear.” Oberyn laughs.

A knock on my chamber door then the entrance of a servant pulls us away from each other, “It’s time to prepare for departure, Empress.” She announces. Oberyn and I let out twin sighs, quickly I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips. “I hope to see you very soon Viper.” I whisper, “Wouldn’t dare keep you waiting dragon.” He grins.

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a-libra-writes · 3 years

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Game of Thrones - Love Letter and Handwriting Headcanons

In this preference, you'll be writing to: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Benjen Stark, Jory Cassel, Eddison Tollett, Yara Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Grey Worm, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn, Petyr Baelish, Stannis Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Margaery Tyrell, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Brienne of Tarth, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Oberyn Martell, Arianne Martell

my own silly fanfic made me think of this bc there’s letter writing later on in that. whee!

Ned Stark

His handwriting is neat, evenly spaced and fairly plain. It’s easily readable, which is the point - he knows not everyone is well-versed in letters and he tries to make it easier. Ned typical sends ravens, only writing a full letter for when he has to give instructions or relay something important. He has a formal Stark wax seal for this… and yes, he uses that same formal seal when he sends something to you. The more you exchange letters, the more relaxed he clearly becomes in writing. He knows he isn’t romantic or poetic by any means, but he hopes his affection for you comes across.

Robb Stark

Goodness knows he’s had endless lessons on writing properly and expressing the right words, but Robb just has no interest in it. His handwriting is perfectly legible but obviously hastily written, and he doesn’t care if there’s a few smudges or the paper gets dirty. When he’s writing to you, he’ll try to be neater… but sometimes he’s just got so much to say, and he’s so eager to send it, he doesn’t even notice the mess. Robb never thought he’d anticipate letters, especially romantic ones, but he loves receiving things from you. If you live far away, he feels the distance strongly and starts to rely on your letters to feel more connected to you.

Sansa Stark

As expected, her penmanship is pretty and neat. If she's in a good mood she'll add little flourishes here and there, but normally she's a bit embarrassed to do it. It feels childish to do that now. When she finds a nice stationary, she saves it until she writes to you. Her envelopes have the usual Stark direwolf with some wildflowers along the border. Honest and romantic words used to come easy to her, but now she’s more subdued. She’ll include pretty poetry she heard and wanted to share with you.

Jon Snow

His writing would be neater if he just slowed down, but he’s often in haste, especially once he becomes Lord Commander. He never cared about the proper penmanship or address because who would a bastard write to? Really, it’s lucky he was taught letters at all. He’d do his best to write neater for you, but the words keep escaping him - It’s hard enough to express how he feels in person, writing it isn’t any easier, no matter what Sam says. Jon always responds if you write to him, even if he’s blushing and feeling stupid the whole time.

Benjen Stark

He’s perfectly capable of writing neatly, but Benjen rarely bothers to. He jots down what he needs, though he at least has to make it legible - there’s only so many men that know their letters at the Wall, and Benjen has to keep his orders neat. When you pass him a secret letter, he’s grinning like a boy. He thinks it’s adorable that you went through the effort of finding supplies and writing something so sweet. He’ll ask to read it in front of you, but if you make him do it in secret, he’ll want to run and find you as soon as he’s done. He’d fold it up tight and keep it in a safe pouch tied to his belt.

Jory Cassel

His handwriting is pretty messy. Jory was never bothered by it until he had to write you something. Oh no. Wasn't there a proper way to address you? What if it was too personal, or too standoffish? Poor Jory overthinks his letters unless you two write with frequency. His handwriting won't get better, but he's more comfortable writing sweet things. He likes to keep his envelopes and papers plain so no one suspects anything, which is a good habit if you’re dating in secret, but a silly once if you’re married.

Eddison Tollett

He jokes it’s a small miracle that he knows his letters, poor as his family was. He likes to pretend he doesn’t, just so the higher ups on the Wall won’t give him extra duties like they did Sam. Reading never interested him, and he had no one to write to, so it’s just not something he thinks about. When you slip him a letter, he just stares at it dumbly for a minute. Once Edd has a chance to open it up, he’s a little taken aback. What… should he do? Should he talk to you? Respond to it? He’s never had such a nice gesture given to him, never had anyone write such nice things to him (has he even received a letter before??). So the next time to meet him, he still has a stupefied look on his face. And here he was thinking nothing on the Wall could surprise him anymore..

Yara Greyjoy

She was taught writing and reading by her nuncle - because the Gods know her father hardly bothered - so she actually has fond memories of both, even if she hardly does it. Yara would be very curious by anything you sent. Was something wrong? If it smelled of perfume or had a pretty stationary, she’d snort… but once she read the contents, she’d just grin and laugh. If the letter is more romantic, she finds it silly, but so like you. Very endearing. If it’s more saucy and risque, well … she’s going to read this in private and take her time.

Daenerys Targaryen

Her handwriting wasn’t as neat as it could’ve been, given her upbringing. It’s a point of embarrassment, so Dany practices pretty lettering and uses interesting inks she’s found around the markets. It’s a bit relaxing, though when she’s writing something official as Khaleesi and Queen, she makes sure it’s perfect. She’s pleasantly surprised when you write her something - has she ever actually received something this sweet before? She’ll write you back with a smile on her face, and she likes any chance to use that fancy Targaryen seal. Dany will still love to receive and send letters even if you both are staying in a palace together. It’s just one of many romantic gestures she thought she’d never enjoy.

Jorah Mormont

Jorah's handwriting is nice, but he usually writes in haste, so several letters end up smudged. He doesn't like to waste paper and start over. Jorah really can’t believe that you’d send him something romantic and sweet; he tries to hide his grin and blush, but he’ll wear it the whole time he’s reading. When he's writing something really sweet to you, it gets him flustered and happy, so whole words end up smudged. He doesn't notice the ink on his hand until he's already put the letter in the envelope. He keeps whatever you’ve sent him in a protective leather book so they can’t get damaged.

Missandei

She has lovely handwriting in many languages, as she was taught. The neatness of the lines and letters really is impressive. When she's writing something sweet to you, she pauses and struggles with the words for a while. Missandei always has the sweetest, most thoughtful letters - more sentimental than romantic. Her letters are punctuated with citrus smelling paper and a modestly decorated envelope.

Grey Worm

He’s only recently learned to read, and writing is still a struggle - he’d be very intimidated at the idea of writing something to you. When you give him something to read for practice, it takes Grey Worm a few minutes before he realizes it’s something you wrote. And it’s for him! And about him! He’s very happy but also very flustered. It takes him longer to get through it, but he can’t stop smiling all day once he’s done. He aspires to write something just as nice, once he’s practiced more. He’d keep your letters in a safe place, and wouldn’t want anyone else to see them.

Tywin Lannister

His penmanship is near perfect, which you expected. It’s always written in a stark black ink on fine, almost marbled paper that has an equally officially looking gold Lannister seal on the envelope. People whisper it’s liquid gold that seals it, but you know better. Tywin’s letters are for business only, so he doesn’t expect you to send him anything romantic… He wouldn’t know what to do with it, besides read it with some amusement and tuck it away for later. You might think he never read it, until he’ll tease you by quoting it weeks later.

Tyrion Lannister

His handwriting is elegant and flawless, as it was meant to be. When Tyrion’s tired he’ll smudge here and there, and depending on how important the letter is, he’ll start over entirely. When he receives your first letter, he’s surprised by the pretty stationary and envelope - this is for him? - and the contents are even better. Tyrion might have a small mental shutdown if you write him something romantic and kind. He’ll re-read it over and over and be distracted through much of the day. This is really for him? He has to respond, of course, and he’ll do it while his emotions are high. For once he doesn’t think on carefully crafted words, he writes what he feels and picks a more subtle stationary (no giant Lannister seals) so attention isn’t drawn to you.

Jaime Lannister

Gods, he hates writing. Just sitting down to write a report is bad enough, but when it's something important? When it's a response to something lovely you wrote? He struggles. The letters start moving around like they used to, he remembers those awful lessons with his father and he's just put off by the whole thing. Seeing you in person is far better. Jaime's handwriting is neat, because it had to be, though when he's upset he'll write a few letters backwards.

Sandor Clegane

It's a mess. Really, the fact his words are readable is a miracle. 'Chicken scratch' is a generous term, though his name is passable. If you wrote him a letter, he'd have no idea what to do with it, let alone how to respond. Sandor doesn't do sentiment like that; seeing you in person can be conflicting and confusing enough. He'd probably rip it up and burn it after drinking too much (and immediately regret that in the morning).

Bronn

He's barely literate, and not a man of flowery words anyway, so don't respect a response. If anything he'd hand the letter to Tyrion and ask him to read it - only for it to be handed back once Tyrion realized it was very personal and... revealing. Bronn doesn't worry about a response or consider you getting upset about it. If you are, he has ways to make up for it.

Petyr Baelish

You expected him to have neat penmanship, but you didn't expect it to be this nice. And of course, his way with words shows in his letters, but it's even better. You might even blush and have to excuse yourself to read it in private. Petyr loves to write on fancy paper with fancier envelopes that have his sigil, but if they're meant to be secret, the only indicator is a little symbol on the envelope's seal. He delights in anything you send him, especially if he can smell your perfume on it.

Stannis Baratheon

Stannis writes very neat letters with equally impossibly neat rows. He has a habit of gripping his quill too tight, but his letters are concise so his hand doesn’t hurt. While he usually writes quickly because he knows what to say, when he writes to you, he pauses far too often. Sometimes ink drips on the paper while he’s thinking, sometimes he misspells a word he’s never gotten wrong before. It takes a long time, especially if he’s responding to something that was very sweet and romantic. His first letters were very awkward and halting, but they’ve steadily improved. Mostly.

Davos Seaworth

You were the one who helped him with writing, after helping him read as well. Davos isn’t happy with his penmanship, but he didn’t think he’d make it this far, so he keeps trying when he has time. It’s messy but legible enough. Davos is always pleasantly surprised when you write to him; he loves that you took the time to send something so sweet. It’s hard for him to reply efficiently, or to put what he’s thinking into words, so sometimes he’ll wait for you to get back instead. He would use your letters to practice reading… but it gets him terribly flustered to read the same kind things over and over again.

Margaery Tyrell

She doesn't mind taking the extra time to make her letters extra beautiful, to press dried flower petals and put them in the envelope, to look through dozens of stationary to find one that's just right for her mood. For most people, they're lucky to get one of these little rituals - you get all of them. She'd be delighted if you took extra care in your letters, too, and naturally she keeps whatever you send her in a special box (that absolutely no one will find).

Brynden Tully

It's no surprise that his handwriting is simple and gets the job done. His brother used to complain that he wrote like a soldier, not a lord, and Brynden is proud of that. He won't wax poetic to you, but he will plainly state that he misses you and he always writes back promptly. Brynden feels bad that his letters take so long to arrive, so he'll make them longer with funny anecdotes and things he's heard from travellers. He folds his letter a few times and wraps it in a protective parchment, just in case rain comes or some idiot drops it.

Edmure Tully

He writes well enough, with neat letters that are jotted down in haste. Edmure almost never stays and lingers on words and sentences, he just writes what comes to mind and moves on. He’s shocked in a good way when you write something to him - you missed him that much? Enough to write all this? He re-reads it several times, and keeps whatever you send him after that. He’ll eagerly write back, and even if it’s silly and awkwardly worded, you can feel the love in every letter. His letters are often a bit crumpled and are plain except for the Tully seal.

Brienne of Tarth

It might surprise some that she has a lady's penmanship. It was never something Brienne had trouble learning, though she often accidentally broke the quill by holding too hard. Though she cherishes the kind things you send her (and she blushes terribly as she reads them), she struggles to send something in return. Her words fail her and she feels embarrassed for trying, but she does try. Seeing you in person is so much easier, though. She likes to keep your letters in a safe place and read them when she's feeling down.

Ramsay Bolton

The letters are messy, but legible enough. The real issue is all the stains on the paper, usually a combination of mud, blood or water. He has little care for the proper way to write or address others; Roose may have given him the bare minimum and not expected him to actually use it. Ramsay is very surprised and amused by anything you send him, though. He considers writing something back, but decides to wait or just go and see you directly. That’s far more fun.

Roose Bolton

His handwriting is functional and his words are to the point. There's nothing outstanding about the letter or its contents, save for a blood-red Bolton seal on the envelope. Roose rarely sends full letters, though; it's a quick Raven or nothing. Though he won't mind anything you send… he'll be very pleased with how personal they become, and he still won't send anything back right away, if he does at all. Better to keep you in anticipation.

Oberyn Martell

Oberyn has a stylish flourish to his letters that’s unique to him. If that didn’t give it away, the pretty gold ink or embellished envelope will. Often it has the spear as a seal, sometimes it’s some interesting and strange stamp he picked up from his travels. There’s always a slight scent to his letters, and you can’t always place it. The actual words themselves are often scandalous and teasing, though he’s sent plenty of heartfelt things, especially if you enjoy it. He’s no poet, but he’s honest and romantic. Oberyn much prefers to see you in person, but he likes to receive sweet things and re-read them.

Arianne Martell

Her handwriting is beautifully elegant, and she loves getting ahold of pretty colored inks and papers. Her letters straddle a fine line between romantic and a little scandalous, and she likes to use pet names, as if you both are writing in secret. Her envelopes have a pleasant smell, and the official Martell seal. If she wants her letter to be sent especially fast, she’ll take her father’s seal. She keeps anything you send her in a pretty, hand carved wooden box with a lock and key.

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pitaparka · 4 years

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sex headcanons

note — NSFW. whelp. if anyone wanted proof of me being clinically insane, this is what you could show them. not only has all of my free time been devoted to watching anything with pedro pascal in it, this is also what i think about while watching these anythings. i know there are people out there who have loved him for longer and are even more obsessed than i, so i figured i would share my personal headcanons for the PPCU (pedro pascal cinematic universe, duh). big love for any fans of pedrito - nat

MANDO

- VIRGIN with a capital V

- did you see how he reacted when grogu touched his face? this man has not been touched since he was a child

- he grew up with the mandalorians but he was exposed to suggestive behaviors because, helloooo, bounty hunter

- you have to coax him into it, but it doesn't take much, since he plans on keeping you around long term

- plus, you're so good with the kid

- you provide him a safe space to explore both himself and also your body and he has no idea how lucky he is for it

- doesn't make very much noise, but loves to listen to you

- he won't last long, he’s so sensitive from years of going untouched, but this man's recovery time???

- unparalleled

- he also has the dick of a space porn star and doesn't know it

- but seriously, rice purity score is NOT lower than 90, and most of the boxes he checks are "running-from-the-police" related

- he really wants to be held and have someone run their hands through his hair and kiss his neck and hold his hands is that too much to ask???

EZRA

- his words are where he gets you

- who knew dirty talk could sound so elegant??? and poetic??

- what a tease he is, too

- he pants so heavily right in your ear holy sweet lord

- and loves to laugh during sex

- he doesn't take himself super seriously unless he gets super into it, which has been known to happen from time to time

- safe words have been used between you two, which there's no shame in, but he's so good to you afterward

- he loves aftercare, and being gentle and sweet after a rough session

- asks you what you want and makes you beg for it

- makes you feel like you're in control but really, he's the one in control

- will make you cum before he does

- kinky kinky boy, almost always willing to try what you want him to

- loves to pin you down, but after he loses his arm it becomes a bit harder, so he settles for holding you flush against his chest as you squirm in his strong grip

FRANKIE

- a little soft spoken, but will whisper in your ear in public because he knows it gets you riled up

- will stare you down from across the room with bedroom eyes

- he's got that pilot's precision if you know what i mean aha

- he's honest with you about what he likes and has no qualms about telling you up front

- gives off switch energy, but you're gonna have to really make it worth his while if you want to fuck him

- a very gentle touch, which he would love to be reciprocated

- he aches from years in the service, his back, his knees, his shoulders

- would probably drop dead if you gave him a massage as foreplay

WHISKEY

- what an arrogant piece of shit

- "gorgeous, darlin', sweetheart, sugar"

- he will butter you up like a roll on thanksgiving goddamn

- so straightforward, and very up in your face, but it got you to sleep with him the first time you met him, so you can't say it doesn't work

- not the best with his fingers, but dear lord that tongue does wonders when he's not talking

- is a man on a mission to please you

- will spend an absurd amount of time between your thighs, and loves to feel you try to push him away when you get oversensitive

- loves it when you get feisty

- pull his hair, bite down a little harder than usual, push him down onto the bed or forcefully unbuckle his pants and this man will be putty in your hands

- is SO LOUD, and expects the same from you

- doesn't understand that because you're not screaming to the heavens doesn't mean he's doing a bad job

- associates volume with pleasure which isn't always the case

- that's something you'll have to work on with him, but he's a patient man

JAVIER PEÑA

- keeps condoms and lube on hand at almost all times

- ohhhh boy is this man willing to go at it wherever, whenever, you name it

- will fuck you until he sweats, and keeps going afterward

- and will definitely do you right

- he fucks to feel in control, so good luck trying to take control with this one

- almost tries to distance himself from you at first, but really it scares him that he cares so much

- there's just something about orgasming at the same time as you that just makes his whole week, and your hole weak (ahaha)

- likes to fuck you from behind and fuck you roughly, hands both occupied at the same time, mouth on you, and dick inside you

- very hands on, but can be sweet afterward

- this man kisses like no other you've ever kissed before, he leaves you breathless

MARCUS MORENO

- leads by example wink wink

- will show you what he wants done to him, and is pretty vanilla, but in a good way

- is big on foreplay and also aftercare, probably one of the sweeter ones on the list

- he's almost methodical in his sex, very routine, but willing to deviate for you

- gentle, but deep, languid strokes

- thinks he's quieter than he actually is

- always has a lot on his mind, so he really appreciates it when you can ease some of his tension

- secretly was really experimental in college

- very attentive to your needs and likes to tease

- morning sex is his thing. when he gets home from a long day, he wants to eat and relax and sleep. but in the morning? before anyone is up and before breakfast is even being considered, he likes to wake you up with sweet bruises and roaming hands

MARCUS PIKE

- marcus is the type of man to respect your boundaries fully, keep copies of toys he knows you like at his house, and surprise you at work with flowers and a dirty quickie in the bathroom because you've wanted to try it so badly

- a more traditional way of thinking on sex, and semi-reluctant to do anything involving his ass, but will try it for you if you really want him to

- a very quick learner, this one, and incredibly intuitive

- what he lacks in skill he makes up for in enthusiasm

- it's almost like he can read your mind, when he uses just the right amount of pressure and uses just the right motion to make you cum for him

- you have no idea how anyone could give this up, let alone break his heart

- his favorite thing is having you ride him, your face buried in his neck as you grind your hips down as he whispers praise in your ear

- marcus isn't super kinky, but i'm sure you can convince him to try something new every once in a while

MAX PHILLIPS

- OFFICE. DESK. SEX.

- "a private word with you in my office, please."

- so very seductive. the hand on the small of your back gets you going and he knows it, but he'll have to be more subtle if he wants to keep you

- another one who will butter you up to get you to sleep with him. he's very obvious about it, so it may or may not work first time. regardless he's up for a challenge

- pays so much attention to your neck. you will have to invest in many turtlenecks if you want to be with max

- big on eye contact, except for the exception of fucking you senseless over his desk

- obviously, a vampire, so he's absolutely magic between your thighs

- is very personable with everyone else, mainly because he's a business major, but he LOVES to make you jealous, this man LIVES off of it

- will one hundred percent expect you to be putty in his arms immediately, and treats it as a competition if you aren't

- he WILL take it personally and will make it a personal goal of his to get you to like him and want to fuck him without using his powers

- a game of cat and mouse

- does not care at all about being loud in the workplace, but he likes to see you struggle to keep quiet, even if everyone else can hear you anyway

MAXWELL LORD

- has suCH a praise kink wow

- his favorite thing is to hear you moan and tell him he’s doing a good job

- a little more vanilla than his counterparts but does like to take control and be a little rough

- a switch sometimes, falls into ruts where he just wants someone to take care of him

- but he WILL NOT ASK FOR IT. his pride won't let him

- at first, he’s not as mindful of you as you’d like him to be

- his sex is fast and unpleasant with hands everywhere and mouths and teeth and touch

- so you sit him down, and show him what you like. very slow and sensual

- you take your time with him, and he eventually starts to do the same with you

OBERYN MARTELL

- remember din's rice purity score? yeah, oberyn's is maybe ten. which is pushing it

- when you meet him, he knows what he likes, and is very particular about it

- he's done his fair share of experimenting, but he's willing to try new things, if there's anything new to be tried

- takes control inside and outside the bedroom

- not afraid to show you your place

- he's the kinky one in the relationship, and he will let you explore his body all you want

- if he doesn't like it he will kindly redirect you, his hands on yours, stroking and tugging and redirecting pressure and placement so that you learn his body in and out

- loves to watch you with his girls and boys. what an exhibitionist this man is

- for most people, they have to choose between quantity or quality in their sex lives. oberyn martell is not most people

- he is a prince, and will not let you forget it, but likes it when you talk back and he has to punish you

PERO TOVAR

- the roughest one on the list, but not the kinkiest

- sex to him when he's at his worst is just a way for him to feel good and relieve stress

- when he's at his best, it's a way for him to make you scream his name

- very possessive about what's his, and if he has to show it in front of everyone else for them to know that he will do it

- this man fucks like a rabbit. how does he find the time??? nobody knows

- his libido is so high. you have no idea how he isn't absolutely spent at the end of a long day of fighting and training and wandering, but he'll fuck you where you lay if you let him and you're too tired to move

- once you accidentally walked in on him stroking himself, and the AUDACITY OF HIM

- he smirked, groaned, and asked you to help him out

- who could resist a man like that

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Birthday surprise part three: going to North Carolina

Warnings: dirty talk in public. Teasing. Lots of cuteness woven throughout. 💞

Jack Daniels x Oberyn Martell x Frankie Morales x F!reader

AN: I'm so sorry I have taken longer then I said I would.. Each time I've sat down to write, I write a few things then I just go meh.. Idk why, I got the idea going in my head and it just isn't coming out lol.. But I've been trying my best each day, I hope you like what I did with this part.. 💞

There is a part while on the plane that I didn't say what happened next. I left it like that to let your minds wonder.. 🤭💞

Summary: It's time to go to North Carolina! 🤗💞

The gif inspo for this part is, this is Jack the whole time after he told reader everything. Because who wouldn't be grinning like a cute goofball after that?? 💗🤗

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Frankie gets back about ten minutes after Jack has told you everything he wanted to and about the trip. You and Jack are sitting in the comfy chair in the living room, it really only can fit one but you guys are making it for two because you can't get enough of each other now. Oberyn is in the kitchen cooking something small to eat while smiling at how adorable and in love Jack & you are.

You two don't even notice Frankie is home so he goes to the kitchen with Oberyn. " I can see breakfast went well and everyone is packed? " he says while laughing and grabbing an apple to eat. " You are correct brother. I already can't get them to seperate to do anything. So it's your turn to get them to do so, so we can make sure we have everything packed to leave. " he says while shaking his head and laughing at his brother and his best friend. He couldn't be more happy for you both. " wish me luck then. " Frankie says while walking into the living room.

" ok lovebirds, we need to double check we have everything so we can get going! So separate or I'm gonna tear you guys apart and not let you be next to each other until we get to NC. " Frankie says sternly but with a smile because he loves that you guys are so in love.

" Ok ok, no need to he hostile, Francisco! We will go check our stuff. " you say with your hands up in defense ( Jack does so too) while laughing and getting off of Jack's lap. Before Frankie can see, you throw a pillow at Jack to cover his lower half. Because all that making out and cuddling turned him on a lotttt.. 😏 You're smiling so big and Jack sees so he swats your butt, which makes you squill and run up to your room giggling like a school girl.

Frankie notices, but doesn't say anything he just shakes his head while walking to his room to check his bag also.

Jack, oh sweet Jack is so red faced from being embarrassed that he got so turned on, but he just grins the biggest grin because he finally has you.

" if you need a few minutes of alone time you got time! " Oberyn yells after Jack because he knew without even seeing him that he needed it.

" oh fuck off!! He paused for a few beats. But thank you. " he walks back and peaks around the corner and says that to his brother with a flustered smile on his face.

Ok I got both suitcase that has Y/N's presents from us in them. I got all of my stuff packed in my suitcase and backpack. I think we are ready to go. Oberyn says to himself while mentally checking that he has everything.

Frankie is the first down stairs with his stuff. Of course you and Jack are taking longer. The evil brat that Jack is, after he was done checking his bags he snuck into your room to help you out and distract you with kisses and cuddling up against you all sexy like. Finally after 5 minutes of Frankie being down stairs ready to go, you guys walk down stairs. All lovey dovey, fingers intertwined, smiles so big and bright you guys need to have warning signs to others to wear sunglasses if someone is around you guys.

" Everyone ready to go? " Frankie says in his dad voice because time is getting low.

" Yes dad! " both you and Jack say in unison while laughing like kids.

" you guys are such children. Now let's get going, I'm excited and ready to go! " Frankie says while grabbing his stuff and pushing everyone out the door so he can lock up.

The ride to the airport went fast. You and Jack got your making out and acting like kids under control on the ride there, since you can't exactly act goofy and be making out on the plane. Check in and getting on the plane went well also. You decide you're going to take a nap before you guys get to NC.

What ever could be causing you to be so sleepy.. 🤔 Probably all that making out and being silly with your boyfriend. You think to yourself. It's still crazy to say Jack is your boyfriend. You fall asleep pretty quickly while leaning on Jack and cuddling into him the best you can. He has the most precious smile and look on his face seeing you sleep so peacefully and cuddling with him to do so.. He couldn't be more in love with you then right now.

" Hey sugar, it's time to wake up. We are about to land. " Jack says so sweetly with that southern accent while softly caressing your cheek to wake you up. You nuzzle closer to him, not budging to wake up. He just smiles and shakes his head and tries again. " Baby, it's time to wake up, we are about to land. If you don't wake up now I'm gonna have to tickle you awake. " he says while smile and shaking his head, while brushing the hair out of your face and soothly rubbing his hand on your shoulder. " ok ok, I'm up. I don't need to be tickled, especially in public. You know how embarrassing that would be, because I laugh to loud. " you say while playfully smacking him after you wake up and stretch some.

You let out the smallest of moans while you are stretching. Jack absolutely hears it and just stares at you in awe. In the mean time, once again he needs to cover himself up because that little moan sent his cock into a frenzy. I mean who could blame him? You are absolutely gorgeous, that moan was adorable and equally sexy. So of course his mind would start thinking how he could make you do it more and more louder. Which sent the signal down to his little ( big) buddy.

You notice right away and start grinning. Then lean over and give him a kiss that starts out sweet and then gets heated. Right before one of you decides to ask permission to deepen the kiss. You lean back into you seat with an even bigger and evil grin. While Jack is over there breathless and even more hard then before.

" Y/N, sugar. You are gonna be the death of me, that was not fair at all. You are going to have to be punished once we get to the beach house and alone. " He whispers in your ear so seductively with that low dark voice you haven't ever heard from him.

You just sit there turning red and your mouth open from being surprised. You have to cross your legs to ease the throbbing of your heat after hearing Jack say that and with that voice.

He noticed so he leans even closer.. He nibbles on you ear, which makes you moan and wiggle because you cant do anything and he knows it. He just chuckles and moves down your neck to your pulse point and kisses you, leaving a mark. You have to cover your mouth to muffle the whimper that caused. Jack is satisfied with what he did, so he leans back in his seat with that damn smile again.

You can't even think straight, brain is complete mush. Pretty much can guarantee you need a change of undies now, because of how wet this evil man just made you. Which you aren't complaining, but damn him. Because you can't even do anything for at least another few hours. Since you haven't even landed yet.

Everything goes well with getting off the plane, getting all the bags, and finding your rental car. Now it's time to eat.

The group ends up deciding on a cute little place that is similar to subway, but is way better and it's a local place. Figured eat light to get by so you guys can get to the house to drop off your things and go explore.

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After everyone gets things settled into your rooms. Everybody is out in the living room within a few minutes of each other.

" so what shall we do first, birthday flower? " Obee says while giving you a side hug and smiling down at you.

" hmmm... Let's go drive around for a little bit and then come back and relax. Recharge from the flight. "

" that sounds fun to me. We can write down places we want to stop later on and such. " Frankie says while grabbing the keys to the car.

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You guys have so much fun just driving around, can't even fathom how much fun youll have all month!

It is absolutely gorgeous in the town Frankie chose. There is are so many places you all want to go just from looking around in the time you were out and about.

It's been about an hour and a half that you've been out driving. The soothing music and perfectly temperature of the wind has made you sleepy. So you scooch over to Jack and cuddle into his side while he wraps his arm around you to keep you safe and cozy. Jack doesn't realize you fell asleep until you guys get back to the house. In the mean time he is speaking softly to you about so many sweet things..

" Y/N, I'm so greatful for you to be in my life. You've helped me so much through so many things.. I will spend the rest of my life trying to repay you my love. I cant wait for you to see your presents tomorrow, I hope you'll love them. "

You hear him for the most part, you are falling in and out of consciousness. So you only make out some of what he says, but you know its so sweet and beautiful. Makes your heart melt and makes you fall in love with him even more.

You officially are knocked out asleep. So Jack gracefully pulls away from you and lays you in the seat. So he can get out, then pick you up and caring you to your room.

He takes of your shoes and very gentlemanly like takes your bra off, because ya know who wants to sleep in their bra, lol. He doesn't even try to peak at anything, he takes care of you like a true gentleman. . Takes your hair down also so it won't bother you in your sleep.

After he tucks you in he kisses your forehead and whispers; " I love you x infinity, always my love. Sleep tight. I'll see you in the morning. "

He walks to the door and turns around to get one more look at you. " I can't believe you're mine sugar, but I'm so grateful. I love you. " he whispers before he closes the door.

The end for now... 🤗💞

AN after reading: I hope you liked this new part! 💗 I hope I didn't do too bad with the dirty talk and teasing.. 🙈💞

Lil update on pt four and Memphis: The next part will be birthdayyyy dayyyy!! 🎉🤗 I'm going to start working on it tomorrow, but no promises it will be done in normal time for me, lol. I want to get the part going a little but I want to get Memphis going up again. So it will be more priority this week. 🤗💞 I'm thinking part four will be up in about two weeks, sometime after Memphis 4 comes out next week. So be on the look out for both! 💗

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If you would like to be added or removed from the list just shoot me an ask or DM! 🤗💗

#birthday surprise part three: going to North Carolina #birthday surprise series #pedro pascal #jack daniels #frankie morales #oberyn martell #jack daniels x you

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alwaysbethewest · 2 years

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Mary If all the Pedro boys were secret 1D or Harry fans what would each of their favorite songs be?

Okay, this ask made me laugh when I saw it but I ended up having a lot of fun listening to these albums for the first time in years and contemplating the different characters. Some of them were EASY snap decisions and some I'm not so sure about but oh well.

Dave York - TiO (Mind of Mine) Push me up against the wall/Don't take it easy/You like it hard like me/It's what you need 🤡🙃

Dieter Bravo - Keep Driving (Harry's House) Black and white film camera/Yellow sunglasses/Ashtray, swimming pool/Hot wax, jump off the roof no offense to either man but the inanity of Hazza's lyrics fits Dieter well

Din Djarin - Fireproof (FOUR) 'Cause nobody knows you, baby, the way I do/And nobody loves you, baby, the way I do/It's been so long, it's been so long/Maybe we're fireproof/'Cause nobody saves me, baby, the way you do it should be obvious but Grogu is the subject of this 😭

Frankie Morales - Watermelon Sugar (Fine Line) Strawberries/On a summer evenin'/Baby, you're the end of June/I want your belly/And that summer feelin'/Getting washed away in you 😏😛 no further comment

Jack Daniels - Once In a Lifetime (FOUR) Somehow, it feels like nothing has changed/Right now, my heart is beating the same/Out loud, someone's calling my name/It sounds like you secretly a sad boy

Javi Gutierrez - Something Great (Midnight Memories) The script was written and I could not change a thing/I want to rip it all to shreds and start again/One day I'll come into your world and get it right/I'll say we're better off together here tonight okay I was thinking this was about Gabriela but I'm suddenly realizing it works equally well for Nic Cage lol

Javier Peña - Two Ghosts (Harry Styles) Tongue-tied like we've never known/Telling those stories we already told/'Cause we don't say what we really mean red plaid shirt slash season three in general. Oh, my love.

Marcus Moreno - Treat People With Kindness (Fine Line) Maybe we can/Find a place to feel good/And we can treat people with kindness he bops along to this one when Missy plays it in the car

Marcus Pike - Fool's Gold (FOUR) And yeah, I let you use me from the day that we first met/But I'm not done yet/Falling for your fool's gold ouch

Max Lord - Matilda (Harry's House) You can see the world, following the seasons/Anywhere you go, you don't need a reason/'Cause they never showed you love/You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own full disclosure this movie was so bad I haven't rewatched it since it came out, so my memory of Max's character is a vague blur at this point. But I do remember: trauma.

Max Phillips - Alive (Midnight Memories) I said, "Hey, it's alright/Does it make you feel alive?/Don't look back/Live your life/Even if it's only for tonight" because he's not, get it? 🧛‍♂️

Oberyn Martell - Slow Hands (Flicker) Slow, slow hands/Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry/No, no chance/That I'm leaving here without you on me sexy-sweet. I don't think Oberyn would probably like 1D's music but I do think he would fuck Niall 🤷‍♀️

Pero Tovar - On My Own (Flicker) Well I'll drink 'til it's empty/Stay out 'til it's dead/I'll wake up at midday and marry my bed/I'll kiss all the women/Get punched in the head/You could offer the world, babe/But I'll take this instead a man of simple pleasures 🙏

#anonymous #ask #pedro pascal #pedro pascal cinematic universe #music #one direction #thank you nonny this was so silly and so fun

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Pedro Pascal and Lena Headey

Head to head interview

Hunger Magazine, Issue 6. Released December 28, 2014. Photoshoot October 15, 2013.

Thirteen million. That's the number of people, on average, who tuned into each episode of the third season of Game of Thrones. Among them was Chilean actor Pedro Pascal, who was as enthralled by the sex and slaughter as the rest of us. But little did he know that within a few months he'd be pitching up on the shores of Belfast to join the cast as Oberyn Martell, affectionately known as the Red Viper. Sound ominous? It is. The Red Viper is GoTs newest anti-hero, “sexy and charming but driven by hate”. Sounds like he'll be right at home.

Pedro, on the other hand, though he looks good on paper, wasn't the obvious choice for the role. Expecting a big name to ride into King’s Landing, the show's fans took to forums to express their concerns as soon as the news broke. So is he worried? Like hell he is. “The fans had the part cast in their minds already. They knew who they wanted and it certainly was not me. But I'm not stupid, | presumed that people were going to say ‘who the fuck is this guy’. Since I anticipated the reaction it didn't throw me off.”

“There are so many different ways to go into battle with yourself when you're trying to get a job. I felt a certain amount of pressure because I wanted to make everyone happy. The fan base is so specific and, as a fan myself, I understand the relationship that they have with the show. The Red Viper is the best part I've ever played, and in season four shocks come at the most unexpected times. You might think you know, but you have no idea,” he explains.

Looks like the Red Viper could be in line to fill a Walter-White-sized-hole in television, but to test the theory we pit Pascal against Lena Headey, aka the Queen. Because if you can come away from Cersei unscathed, you can handle anything.

LH: So, Pedro, you come into Game of Thrones in season four, playing a pretty major character. Does that fill you with joy or dread?

PP: I'd say it fills me with joy because it’s a really fucking fun part. He’s a badass. He comes up against a lot of the main characters in the show. I'm very aware of the show. I watch it like a fan.

LH: Were you a fan before you arrived in Belfast?

PP: Yeah, I was a proper fan. I was caught up in the drama of it before I even auditioned for the part. I was already up to speed.

LH: I remember meeting you and thinking, “he fucking loves the show’.

PP: I kissed your ass.

LH: Well, it worked. We're friends now.

PP: I was like a tourist visiting the set, and yet I had to act with you and be in a scene with the characters that I had such a specific association with already.

LH: So you’re saying it’s boring?

PP: No, it wasn’t boring at all. It was extremely, relentlessly surreal.

LH: And who were your favourite characters up until that point?

PP: Not you.

LH: I realise that!

PP: There are too many characters to have a favourite, but I was fascinated by the Lannisters because they're so frightening. They scared me and then you would come in and pull sympathy from your audience somehow, and I found that rather fascinating. The Northerners were so easy to like or get behind, but it was quite something to see people sympathise with a Lannister, after you made people see things from their perspective.

LH: Speaking of being slightly ambiguous as a character, you come in as a major player and a very well-loved character in the eyes of people who read the books, and he’s somewhat of an anti-hero. Did you base him on anyone?

PP: What does an anti-hero mean exactly?

LH: It means he doesn't wear deodorant, doesn't it? [Laughs]. Someone you shouldn't champion, but you do, like Walter White in Breaking Bad.

PP: No, | didn’t really base him on anyone.

LH: Did you take anything from classic movies that you thought you could use and spin to your advantage playing the Red Viper?

PP: God, that’s a good question. I probably did subconsciously. Now I feel under the spotlight because I need to think of somebody, and I have so many in my mind! I think that’s something that is happening a lot in TV today: the anti-heroes are central to these television shows, and people are really getting behind them, even though they're not necessarily the most moral characters. So I'd say that ‘ve become more familiar with the character who's obviously very flawed but gets you on their side — you have complicated feelings about them. But I think I saw the story too much from this character's perspective to perceive any flaws.

LH: He has some.

PP: I know, from the outside. But I don't see any of them. What are his flaws?

LH: His flaws? He's a dirty bastard!

PP: Why is he a dirty bastard? He likes to fucking fight, for sure.

LH: Back to you as an actor. You've done it for a long time and, as we all know, the path is not always golden, and sometimes you think, “fuck it” and you want to leave it and do something else. Have there been moments where you wanted to give up?

PP: Yes, there have been moments where I came very close to giving up. But I never had anything to fall back on. I think you can understand that.

LH: Because were stupid?

PP: We're stupid.

LH: I can't even make pizza!

PP: We don’t have any other skills.

LH: None at all!

PP: And that’s the odd conundrum. You get to a point where you think, “This isn’t going to happen. This isn’t sustainable. I'm too exhausted, and it can't be good for me.” There were moments where I truly did try to formulate an idea of what I'd do. I thought I'd go back to school, start pre-med again and go to medical school or something like that.

LH: But that didn't happen, you just thought about it?

PP: Yes, I'd have thoughts, but it was still fantasy really. But at the time it felt like a practical life plan. Do you know what I mean?

LH: Yeah of course, you need to pay the fucking rent.

PP: Exactly. You just try to escape from the chaos of what you're feeling by trying to create order in your life. Order seems like a solution to save you from the pain of acting!

LH: It's a mental pain. Who was the first person you called when you got the role?

PP: My sister.

LH: Does she watch the show?

PP: Yes, she does.

LH: Pedro Pascal... or Pablo as I called you when I had too much wine, which was deeply insulting.

PP: Even family members have done that to me! Do I look more like a Pablo? Because it happens with about ninety-five percent of the people I meet.

LH: No, I think I’m just an ignorant drunk person.

PP: No, you were an ignorant drunk person that night is what you're saying.

LH: And now I’m educated.

PP: [Whispers] But | want you to call me Pablo.

LH: Ok, Pablo! When you first arrived on set in Northern Ireland, what was your feeling showing up to a bunch of British actors? Did it feel different to doing an American project?

PP: Yes, but I loved it. It wasn’t intimidating. I found it surreal because I’d watched and loved the show. I hadn't had the opportunity to work on something that I was really familiar with before, so it was overwhelming. But it was far more delightful than intimidating. Also you guys were really cool. Everyone was friendly.

LH: Oh, that’s just fake.

PP: Well, you guys were good at it!

LH: We know Game of Thrones is very popular obviously. Do you have any thoughts, or fears, about what this is going to bring you in terms of exposure?

PP: I have hope.

LH: Oh, God. I don’t mean to shatter that, but give it up.

PP: I don’t know really. It’s all been filmed, and now I'm back to my normal routine, so I haven't really thought about it. I remember when we finished filming and we were on our way to the airport, you asked me, “How does it feel you're all done?” and I couldn't really answer.

LH: You were quite emotional that day.

PP: I was very emotional because I’d had such an amazing time doing the part. Also just being there immersed in the experience... You described it to me best. You told me how I'd be feeling.

LH: We don't know your character's backstory when you enter the show, and you have some rather brutal scenes. Anyone who has read the books will know what I’m talking about.

PP: My character comes in, he stirs a bunch of shit up, and then he makes this fucking enormous exit. Now can | ask you a question?

LH: What is it? I’m not going to sleep with you. Give it up.

PP: Oh, come on! This has gone to shit and it’s your fault, so good luck to whoever has to edit it! But anyway, sometimes I'd hang out with the cast members and we'd go to dinner and they would get stopped constantly. There was no denying who they played because they were so recognisable, but you got away with it because you have this beautiful blonde wig on in the show, and in real life you are...

LH: Grey?

PP: {Laughs] No! You have beautiful chestnut hair! Is it liberating to not be recognised the way some of the other cast members are?

LH: Yes, it is liberating.

PP: Liberating being able to walk down an alley in Dubrovnik without being stopped?

LH: Yes, except sometimes | get recognised in the weirdest places. A woman was emptying my bag at Heathrow Airport's security gates and just went, “Are you the Queen?” while rummaging through my underwear. It was so fucking weird.

PP: It seems they're more respectful to you?

LH: Because they're frightened. Wait until they meet the Viper.

PP: Well, that covers it.

LH: I think we're going to get our own show out of this, you know

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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Congrats on the milestone Patricia!!!!! You deserve it, I’m so so happy for you!🥺🥺

May I request “I thought you were dead…” and “I waited and waited, but you never came back” for Oberyn, perhaps? Give me angst 😈😈😈

Hello, my love! You want angst? You get angst!

Oberyn x Fem!Reader ; warnings: mentions of death

Pedro Character Masterlist

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A heavy sigh left his lips as sweat trickled down his brow, and his chest, quickly absorbed by the thick fabric of his golden tunic. He raised the almost empty water bottle to his lips and downed the rest of it. He cursed himself for not coming more well prepared for making this trek in his damned heat.

But then he heard it, softly, and gently and from a slight distance, but he knew exactly what it was. Your laughter - it was forever ingrained in his mind, one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. He would never forget it. But why in the heavens you wanted to move to this forsaken place he would never know. It was one of the hottest stretches of Dorne, and almost completely secluded, save for the nearby small villages.

He shuffled closer and closer, his feet slipping into the hot sand and slowing down his trek. But Oberyn was many things, including a stubborn man, and he kept pushing. Pushing and pushing through as his sole goal was you. Surely you’d be happy to see him after all this time, right? He was your lover and you were his - you’d had him heart and soul, easily wrapped around your finger.

But just before your modest home came into view, he heard a new sound, a different one. One that made him stop dead in his tracks.

“Mama!” it was a small voice, a soft one. Oberyn swallowed the lump in his throat as he stepped forward, looking to the yard of your home. Despite being in the middle of the desert, your yard was filled with trees and plants and bushes, all clearly loved and taken care of. His heart caught in his throat as he spotted the small boy, eagerly running back to the wide open door, “Mama! Can I go to the river with my friends?”

“Of course, my sweet one,” you stepped into view, wiping your hands on a rag as the boy wrapped his arms around your waist, “be careful, okay? I don’t want anything going wrong.”

“I’m always careful,” he beamed before running off, his black curls bouncing with each stride. You waved after him, the smile on your features was as blinding and lovely as the day he had met you. You hadn’t seemed to age a day, despite the years that had passed.

Oberyn watched as the small figure disappeared into the distance, his mind spinning wildly with a hundred million thoughts at once. Was he...surely he couldn’t be...but….that little boy had been the spitting image of him.

He never knew...he hadn’t known you’d been with child. He didn’t...know.

Almost as if you sensed some kind of disturbance, you looked up, shielding your eyes from the golden sun as you looked around. After a few moments, you spotted his figure in the distance, a concerned look on your face at the weary man in front of you.

“Hello!” you called out to him, walking to the edge of the gate that surrounded your home. He sucked in a nervous breath as you came closer, waiting for the second you discovered who he was. But as he took a few steps closer, you seemed just as confused, “are you alright? Do you need water - a rest?”

Oberyn’s body was humming with energy as he made his way over to you, barely able to comprehend that you were there - living proof and in the flesh. Surely you would recognize him any second...you had to. Right? Right?

Step by precious step he came closer until he was a few feet in front of you. You studied the man silently, your curiosity piqued as you realized that somehow he looked oddly familiar. His chest tightened and felt constricted as he eagerly anticipated your reaction. But you just titled your head to the side and regarded him curiously.

"Are you okay?" you asked softly as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, "do you want to come inside and cool down?"

You motioned for him to follow, wondering momentarily if he was mute or if he was in some sort of shock. Oberyn was rooted in his spot, unable to move. Before you could turn around to see if he was following, you heard him speak. You heard your name - whispered softly, reverently.

"Sunshine…" no. No, no, no. It couldn't be, surely you were mistaken. There was only one person in the entire world that had ever called you that.

And he was dead. Long dead - you watched him die.

Slowly turning around, you breathed in deeply, your chest rising and falling anxiously as you met the man's eyes. There was a nervous expression on his face as you walked back over to him.

"What did you say?" your voice was already shaking, trembling and cracking with every word, "what did you call me?"

"Sunshine," he whispered it softly as you shook your head, eyes already burning and stinging with tears.

"No," you insisted, "you...you aren't...why would you call me that? You don't know me…"

"I do," he whispered as the tears spilled over and ran down your cheeks. He extended his hand, moving to wipe away your tears, but you flinched out of his touch, bringing an ache to his chest, "sweet girl, you know me."

"Please," you whispered softly, "I don't know you… I-I-I don't know you."

"But you do. You know my name - you know me…"

"I don't."

"Sunshine-"

"No!" you snapped harshly as you glared at him, "there was only one man that ever called me that - the only one that was ever allowed to. Do not think yourself worthy of doing such a thing!"

"What was his name?" he asked, his brown eyes softening as you refused to speak.

"Don't you dare!"

"Say it," he insisted, "what was his name?"

"Please don't do this…"

"Say my name, Sunshine," he whispered, ready to throw himself at your feet and to beg you to say it, for you absolve his sins - anything, "please…"

"Don't…"

"You know me...gods, I wish I could hear you say it one more time…"

"I-I-I thought you were dead, Oberyn," you broke and said it. It was soft, a familiar sound that felt like heaven and hell at the same time. It was a sound you hadn't heard in years, and it brought forth every emotion you'd worked to suppress and forget and keep at bay, "I waited and waited and you never came back. I waited so long - they said you were gone…"

“They thought I was,” he admitted as his face fell at the sight of yours; nothing but grief and sorrow was etched in your features. He wished he could take you and wrap you up in his arms, but how you had pulled away from him, he didn’t want to upset you further - even if it broke his heart, “after everything...they left me at first, left me to rot, but something happened and I woke up again. It was like a miracle; I don’t know what happened or why….but I survived.”

“It’s been six years, Oberyn,” you sniffled as you studied the man in front of you. He was so different from the man you had last seen; he was older, more weary looking, with stray grey hairs infusing into his beard and the curls he had left grow out. Instead of the pristine visage you had known, there were scars on the side of his face, but they didn’t deter from his beauty. If anything else, they all told a story - a story of his death and rebirth.

And yet, he was still the same as he always had been. Soft eyes, honeyed and golden only for you, with the sweetest smile. Oberyn Martell - your Oberyn.

"I know," he agreed gently, "and it took me a long time to get better. I was bedridden and barely able to function for over a year."

"And then…?" you studied him as you tried not to completely have a breakdown at the thought of him helpless and broken.

"I looked for you," he promised answering your unspoken question, "as soon as I got better and was able to. I looked everyday, far and wide, I had people look for you, but none could find you. It was like you had disappeared. Vanished."

"I had to leave," you whispered softly as the tears you had been holding back rolled down your cheeks. There was no point in trying to hold them back - after all this time, the man you had once loved was back. It was like seeing a ghost after all this time. He swallowed thickly before nodding slightly, “I couldn’t stay - not in King’s Landing, not in Sunspear, not around everyone. I couldn’t go back and face everyone, in a place where everything would remind me of you. It was too much, Oberyn. My world ended that day, with you in a pile of blood and ruin. I couldn’t...I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” he whispered as he reached up again, slowly and more hesitant, testing to see how far you would let him go. This time, you shy away from his touch, letting him gently touch your cheek and wipe away the tears that didn’t seem to stop, “you did what you had to. Many people would have done the same - I’m not sure I would have done anything differently.”

“There’s...I...I didn’t just leave to protect myself,” you confessed, the words so soft and gentle they were barely audible, but Oberyn heard you loud and clear. You clasped your hands nervously, thinking back to the day you had found out. It was after Oberyn had died - or so you thought. He never knew, and suddenly it felt like a dirty secret. You inhaled deeply before slowly exhaling, “Oberyn...I...we...I was with child.”

The Prince found himself unable to speak, the tears and emotion getting stuck in his throat as he nodded; his own eyes grew bleary with tears that threatened to spill over as he brushed a finger along your cheek. A heavy weight felt like it was on your shoulders, but if you knew - if you had any clue he was still alive - you would have found him...you would have told him. He looked at you with soft eyes before pulling you into a hug, unable to stop himself. You hugged him right back, unable to stop yourself, clutching at him as though he was the only thing in the world. Even after all this time, it felt the same as ever, like you had never strayed from his touch. He squeezed his eyes shut as he pressed a few kisses to the side of your head, “a son?”

“A son,” you reassured him softly, solidifying that the little one he had seen running around earlier had to be his son. Slowly, almost reluctantly, you pulled back and studied his face, cradling it gently in your hands before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “you finally had a son, Oberyn. I...I named him Elio. Elio Nymeros Oberyn.”

It felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs as he listened to you; this was everything he could have ever dreamed of, and yet...he hadn’t gotten to experience a single moment of it. Life was cruel that way; it gave and then it took and took and took. Oberyn’s eyes searched yours as he whispered, “for Elia? For me?”

“Of course,” you smiled softly. But before you could say anything yes, some excited shouts and laughter from the distance. It was then that reality set in and you took a step back from Oberyn, as if you suddenly remembered that this, the moment the two of you had just shared, wasn’t real life. No - it felt more like a fever dream.

“Mama!” the little boy was a blur as he excitedly sprinted towards you. Oberyn’s heart was beating wildly as he tried to get a good look at the young boy, your son - his son. He was too preoccupied with the new arrival to notice the other approaching figure, “I was going to go to the river but then I got distracted…”

You ran a hand affectionately through his dark curls, almost speechless at how much he took after Oberyn. Especially now, seeing them side by side, there was no doubt that he was Oberyn’s son. The young boy shied into your skirts as he tugged your arm around him and regarded the Prince in confusion.

“It’s okay, my little love,” you promised him as he made a small sound, “this is...umm..Nymeros.”

Oberyn had to physically stop from sweeping the young boy in a bone crushing hug. He slowly bent down so he was on Elio’s level and held his hand to him, “hi Elio. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” he said shyly, offering up a small smile, and taking Oberyn’s hand, “do you know my Mama and Papa?”

“I…” Oberyn passed for a moment before looking back at you. Surely...surely he hadn’t heard correctly…

“Oberyn, I-”

“Hello, my loves,” the arrival of another newcomer snapped you both of your daze as you turned to find your husband making his way over to the three of you. Elio’s eyes lit up as he darted away from you and towards the man. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him picking up the young boy and setting him atop his shoulders. He came over to you and gently pressed a kiss to your cheek, as you beamed at him; even Oberyn couldn’t deny the glow on your features. He paused for a moment before kissing your lips gently, “hello, my sweetest.”

“Hello to you, dearest husband,” you gave him a soft smile before turning your attention back to Oberyn. The expression on his face was devastating; it was heartbreak personified. Your face pulled into a frown as you sighed lightly, “Jeron, this is...this is…”

“Nymeros,” Oberyn caught your eye, a sad little expression on his face as he held out his hand to your husband, “we...used to know each other, a long time ago, it was almost like another lifetime ago. I was...passing through and thought I recognized her and just wanted to say hello.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jeron’s smile was easy as he shook Oberyn’s hand. It was easy to see why you had ended up with a man like him; he had a warm, gentle aura about him, and even Oberyn couldn’t deny his charm. He was a handsome man, tall and thin, with a shock of dark hair and almost black eyes and the most golden skin, with a smile equally as dazzling, “it’s been hot out, you must come in and cool down.”

“Oh no,” Oberyn shook his head, feeling like his heart was breaking a little more with each word, “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Please, we insist,” Jeron said as you looked torn, “join us for dinner! Any friend is family and welcome in our home.”

“Perhaps some other time,” Oberyn’s voice almost cracked as he looked between the two of you, finding the young boy already starting to doze off, no doubt ready for a nap, “I actually must get going. I think I’ve already stayed too long.”

“Well, you’re always welcome in our home,” Jeron promised him. He turned to you, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, “I’m going to put the little one down for a nap.”

“Of course,” you said softly as he disappeared inside. Oberyn watched you closely for a few moments before a few tears rolled down his cheeks. It felt like a knife was twisting in your heart, but...you didn’t know. You never knew that he was alive or you would have been by his side the entire time.

“Oberyn-”

“Do you love him?” he asked softly as you felt your own tears well up again. You swallowed thickly before nodding slowly - and it was true. Jeron was a good man that you loved more than life itself, just as you once had Oberyn, “and our son. Is he good to our son?”

“He’s an amazing father,” you promised, “he loves Elio so much...he knows he is not his, but it has never stopped him loving him as his own, and Elio doesn’t know any different. He’s raised him since he was a babe.”

“Are you happy?”

“Yes,” you dabbed at your eyes, “I am very happy. It took a long time to get there, but I am happy with this life. It is quiet and humble, but I love every day of it.”

“Okay,” Oberyn gave you a teary eyed, tight lipped smile, “that’s all I needed to know. That’s all I ever wanted, Sunshine.”

“Oberyn,” he took a step back and offered you one last nod. You knew what this meant - you knew what he was thinking. You shook your head as your eyes widened, “no, please, Oberyn-”

“Goodbye, Sunshine,” he whispered gently, “I love you always.”

“Please don’t...don’t just go...don’t just leave.”

“My place isn’t here,” he insisted, “but you’re happy, and...our son is happy and healthy. That’s all that matters.”

“No, no, no, please,” you knew it was useless; his mind was made up.

“I must,” he insisted softly, “you will always have my heart. May we meet again in another life, my sweet girl.”

“Oberyn…” it was a soft broken whisper as he slowly turned to walk away. He wanted to look back, but he couldn’t. Instead, he let his tears flow freely as he left, each step breaking his heart bit by bit. It felt like you were losing him all over again, “Oberyn.”

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imaginarydesires · 3 years

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Pedro Pascal

Character Preferences

Kinks ♡

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, elements of BDSM

Notes: gender-neutral! I hope you heathens enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3

❥ Dave York

Sadism. After a long day of work, he loves to take his anger out on you - and he loves how much you want him to take his anger out on you. He'll lay you over his lap and make you count how many spanks you get. He doesn't stop until you're bruised. Then he'll fuck you until you have tears streaming down your face. He loves the next day, too, when you send him texts complaining about how hard it is to sit down.

❥ Din Djarin

Cockwarming. He spent most of his life touch-starved, so he loves to have as much contact with you as possible. And what makes you closer to someone than literally being inside of them?

Breeding. This is the Way. The thought of you pregnant with his child is almost enough to make him cum right there and then. It's well known Mandalorian's are expected to pass down the Way of Mandalore - and that's what he thinks about every time he fills you with his cum.

❥ Ezra Prospect

Edging & Overstimulation. He loves to take his time with you and worship you the way you deserve to be worshipped. He wants to have complete control over you and be in charge of how many times and when you finish. He'll edge you over and over again until you're a whimpering mess, desperately begging him for release. And then he'll make you cum over and over again until you're crying and begging him to stop. He wants you to feel completely ruined by the time he is done with you. Another reason this is his favorite is because he loves how needy you are when he finishes shattering you. He is the absolute best at aftercare. He'll hydrate you and kiss you sweetly as you cling to his side needing the tender affection.

❥ Frankie “Catfish” Morales

Thigh Riding. When you just straddle him and grind against him until you finish, he is almost as much of a mess as you are. He has to try not to dampen his jeans just from watching you.

Praise. He loves being told how good he is for you. It adds to his motivation and just makes him feel so damn good about himself. He becomes confident and will do anything he can to make you continue to praise him. If you tell him he's big and filling you perfectly, he's trying to find another position to stretch you even more. If you tell him you love his mouth, he's digging his tongue in deeper.

❥ Jack "Whiskey" Daniel

Bondage. Specifically with a lasso, of course. Not his work one because he doesn't want it accidently going electric, but one very similar. He loves tying you up in general, but the reason he wants it to be with a lasso is because he loves the way you stare at his when in public. During missions or at Statesman's meetings, if he pulls out his lasso, he knows you're thinking about your hands being wrapped in it and it drives him crazy. Especially when you awkwardly shift in your seat, rubbing your thighs together to create any amount of friction to help sedate your heat. No one else may know why you're so flustered, but he takes full advantage of your moment of weakness. He'll play with the rope in his hands, kneading it into knots the same way he would if he had your wrists bounded. Everyone may think he's absentmindedly fidgeting, but you know he's thinking the same thoughts you are.

Whip. For the exact same reason as the lasso, except with the whip he also loves to watch you struggle to maintain composure as you sit on your sore ass the next day.

❥ Javier Peña

Biting. It's like a natural instinct to him. When he's fucking you, he just wants to bite into you and leave little love marks anywhere he can. He loves the way you naturally expose your neck to him and how your instantly moan more when he bites down on you.

He's really not that kinky - sorry

❥ Marcus Moreno

DDLG. He is well past just a simple daddy kink. He wants to be called daddy all of the time. He loves to call you his little girl/boy. He wants to take care of you. He loves when you ask him for things with your little puppy dog eyes, or when you get obnoxiously needy for him and practically beg him to touch you. And don't even get me started on how much he loves when you wear thigh-high socks and a short skirt.

❥ Max Phillips

Biting. An obvious one perhaps, but the feeling of feeding while finishing is a completely different level of orgasmic, for both parties involved. If you consent, you'll have bite marks everywhere by the time he is finished with you.

Blood. Another obvious. He loves the way you look when your skin is stained crimson, especially knowing he is the cause of it. (And I'm not going into details but... period blood. That's all I'm saying.)

Primal. He assumed it was a side effect of becoming a vampire - a literal predator - but he loves primal play. He loves when you try to run or hide from him because he knows he'll find you, and when he does, you're his for the taking. "Baby, I know you're here. I can hear your heart beat. Fuck -- I can smell your arousal, you dirty little slut. I'm going to find you, and when I do, I'm going to taste you in every sense of the word."

❥ Maxwell Lord

Voyeurism / Exhibitionism. Fucking on his desk? Sign him the fuck up. Letting everyone in the room over listen to your pretty moans as he fucks you into oblivion? Sign him the fuck up. He wants people to know you're his, and he wants people to know you are getting fucked good. When there's people around, he's rougher, faster, harder - he's anything that will make you scream out his name. He even loves making you wear toys in public that he controls so he can watch you try to contain your orgasms.

Sadism. Spanking is his favorite past time. There are days he'll look for things he can punish you for, just so he can bend you over his desk and strike your ass until it's bright red. He loves you being completely at his will, eagerly awaiting the next hit. He'll make your ass nice and sore and then spend the rest of the day gently rubbing it at any chance he gets.

❥ Oberyn Martell

Voyeurism / Exhibitionism. He is very open with his sexuality, and he loves when you are, too. If you sit in his lap and kiss his neck while he's busy, he will lose his fucking mind. Especially if you ignore the stares of others while you tease him. If you straddle him and ride his thigh, not caring about other eyes on you as you whisper in his ear how badly you need him. You are guaranteed an immediate reaction, and you are guaranteed to cum multiple times. He also loves watching you with others, specifically Ellaria. He is perfectly content sitting in the corner of the room stroking himself while you and Ellaria fuck.

Pegging / Bottoming. The hardest you had ever seen him cum was when you and Ellaria decided to top him. He was a whining, begging mess, and he loved every second of it.

❥ Pero Tovar

Degradation. He's rough - physically and with his tongue. He is calling you every name in the book as he pounds into you. You are usually his "little whore" or "filthy slut" - but once he can see tears well in your eyes, he'll be sweeter - praising and degrading you at the same time. "You take my cock so well, hermosa. You're my good whore, aren't you? So fucking desperate for me like a perfect little slut."

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honey-dewey · 3 years

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The Prince’s Dogs

Pairing: Oberyn Martell/Reader

Word Count: 4,171

Warnings: None!

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

Upon leaving your small village and getting a job in Dorne working for the two princes of Sunspear, you had no idea how much you’d miss one very small yet very pivotal part of your life. The rain. However, being the dog trainer for Prince Oberyn might beat the rain. Might.

A/N: Have I watched Game of Thrones? Nope! But I’ve started reading the books and read a bit of book 3 with Oberyn, so that’s what this is based off of. Oops.

Of all the things you missed about home, the rain was what you missed most. Dorne was a fine kingdom with ample sun and the intoxicating smell of salt in the air. But rain was scarce this far south in Sunspear, and you longed for a day where the skies opened and wept, showering the earth.

But the rain was something you could not have, so you settled for a life many would envy. A position in the Dornish palace, dressed in fine clothes rather than your worn out linens. You dearly missed your old home, with the smell of wet dirt and the muddy ground beneath your bare feet, but when your parents had passed, you needed to leave, finding work and income to keep yourself alive.

And you’d found it. You were a servant for the Martell family, although you rarely saw your masters. Doran was always busy, and his younger brother was typically nowhere to be found when he was needed. You’d never met Elia, but the stories were prominent, even to your people. Anyone south of King’s Landing knew all too well the story of Elia Martell.

The Martells treated their servants well. When you’d arrived, they’d put you to work immediately in the kitchens, scrubbing copper kitchenware until your hands were red. The woman who oversaw your work was impressed. Apparently most ended their days with bloodied fingertips. You’d told her you worked with animals day in and day out where you’d come from, and your hands were well prepared for harsh conditions. However, despite the grind, you wore soft clothes. A linen shirt you’d refused to give up, brown pants, and a deep yellow robe you often never wore. You were built for the cold, and Dorne was hot as an oven. A robe would only serve to boil you alive.

You sighed, scrubbing a large cooking pot and dunking it under the water again. Your face was finally legible in the surface, warped and coppery, but legible nonetheless. You hung it to dry alongside the other pots you’d cleaned, turning back yet again to the pile of dirty dishes. You were elbow deep in soapy water when someone exclaimed, “My Prince! I did not see you there!”

“It’s fine my dear,” a honeyed voice said, thick with a Dornish accent. “I did not mean to scare you.”

Hanging another pot, you finally turned to see your visitor.

Prince Oberyn Martell stood by the fire, the flames dancing in his onyx eyes. He smiled at you, and you felt yourself flush. “And this must be the one who keeps my dogs. I’d recognize those hands anywhere.”

You nodded. Once she’d learned you worked dogs in your past, your overseer assigned you to keep the prince’s dogs when you weren’t busy. He had five, all of whom were slender and fast and well trained thanks to you. All the dogs sat by your feet during meals solely because you fed them scraps of your food, and apparently the prince had taken notice. “Yes, I am. Is there a problem with their training?”

Oberyn chuckled. “Quite the contrary, in fact. The girls are swift as ever, and have no hesitation while hunting. Tell me, how did you train them to run through rivers?”

“Food.” It was a true answer. You’d taken the dogs to a shallow pond and baited them across the water, working your way up until you were baiting them across the deepest river you could find. Compared to training dogs in pelting rain, which you had done before, training the dogs to swim fearlessly had been simple.

“Ah,” Oberyn said with a smile. “Food, of course. I suppose this means you’re also the reason Nyx and Artemis are looking a bit rounder than usual?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Your dogs are all in perfect health,” you said sternly. “And if two of your ladies are looking too well fed, then I should not be confronted, because I had nothing to do with it.” It was a blatant lie, and you both knew it.

Oberyn put his hands up. “I was merely making an observation,” he said lightly. “I’ll be leaving you to your washing up.”

You did as he left you to do, washing each dish until it shone and then heading to the doghouse. It was big as your old house back home, and all five dogs rushed to the door as you opened it.

“Hello girls!” You said eagerly, kneeling down so they could all nip at your ears and fingers. “How are we today?”

The dogs all dispersed after that. It was late and there was a warm fire, so three of the dogs curled up to sleep. Nyx and Athena stayed awake, wrestling for a toy before Athena grew bored and trotted off to sleep with her sisters. So Nyx found the next best thing to play with. You.

You wrestled Nyx for the toy, rolling around on the ground and laughing as she growled at you. You growled right back, shaking the toy and coaxing Nyx to drop it. She did, and you tossed it across the room for her to chase after. Nyx was the leader of the pack, the biggest and the oldest. Her muzzle was streaked with grey, but her black and white coat still shone with youth and her eyes sparkled when she was playing. She would always be a puppy at heart.

She returned the toy to you, and you took it. Nyx snapped her jaws at you in an attempt to take the toy, but you pulled it away quickly. “Absolutely not!” You said firmly. “We don’t snatch.” You made Nyx sit, her eyes trained on her toy the entire time. When you finally threw it again, she caught it and trotted right past you with it, dropping it obediently at the feet of her master.

You stood quickly, nearly tripping over yourself as you did so. You knew you looked a mess. Covered from head to foot in dog fur and saliva, your sleeves were still damp from washing dishes and your feet were bare, as they always were. Your hair, which you’d grown long upon arriving in Dorne, was a mess of tangles. Your morning’s braid was long gone.

But the prince didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he scratched Nyx behind the ears and tossed her toy, sending her joyously chasing after it. “I figured I’d find you here,” he said. “The guards said you liked to put the dogs to bed every night.”

You nodded, relaxing a bit as Oberyn sat on a bench and gestured you to his side. Nyx followed you, sitting practically on your feet as you sat. You absently scratched under her ornate collar, hearing her foot thump the ground as you found the sweat spot to scratch. Oberyn smiled as Nyx squirmed under your hands. “You work the girls well.”

“It was my job back home,” you admitted. “I worked the hunting dogs. They were stockier and slower than yours, but could take down anything they wanted. Training them was a task, especially during the rainy season.”

Oberyn nodded slowly. “My girls are bred for speed,” he said. “Their mother was a gift given to my sister, and she bore me my puppies.”

You tried to imagine Oberyn cradling a tiny puppy. His hands were bigger than yours, and a puppy would probably fit in his palm. “Is the mother still alive?”

“Died of age years ago,” Oberyn said. “Right after bearing Persephone’s litter.”

The beautiful dark red dog looked up when Oberyn said her name, but went back to sleep shortly after.

“And what happened to the other puppies?”

“I got pick of the litter,” Oberyn said, smoothing a hand over Nyx’s head. “And the other puppies were given to knights or to houses who’ve sworn loyalty.”

You nodded. “These five were incredibly lucky.”

Oberyn smiled. “Two of them were the youngest born, and one was a runt.”

Both of your gazes went to the dogs curled around the fire. “Was it Artemis?” The blue dog had always been smaller than her sisters, but she had never been any less impressive.

“No.” Oberyn stood, sitting cross legged beside the fire and looking warmly at his dogs. “Athena was the youngest born in her litter, but wasn’t a runt by any means. Nyx was my first dog, the biggest in her litter of course. Persephone was a middle born, and I chose her for her fighter’s spirit. Artemis, bless her, was second youngest in her litter but she was an average size. No, it was Hestia who was a runt. She was so small, we all feared she’d die in the night. I fed her myself, with a rag soaked in milk, for months.”

You nodded, sitting on the other side of the fire and stroking Hestia’s silky ears. She was the best suited for hunting, with her dark brindle pattern and keen blue eyes. “She’s a magnificent dog.”

“She is.”

For the better part of the night, you and Oberyn sat in silence around the fire until it was nothing more than embers. All the dogs were long asleep, and the only reason you didn’t join them was because the room was stiflingly hot. Oberyn looked at peace in the heat, and actually seemed surprised when you got up to sit next to the cracked window. “Are you warm?”

“I’m boiling,” you said. “Dorne is a beautiful place, but must it be so damned hot?”

“Oh? And where do you come from that would justify Dorne being hot as the ovens you work in front of?” Oberyn asked, tipping his head ever so slightly.

You tucked your feet up under your body, leaning against the windowsill and looking out across the Sea of Dorne. “I come from a place where no man rules. My people have been there for generations and will remain there for generations. The land is firm beneath our feet, it’s why we all go barefoot. We have three seasons. The winters, the summers, and the rain. Each turn, between the winters and the summers, it rains. It rains a lot. No one is ever deterred by the rain, as it’s warm, so unlike the freezing rain in the mountains. We were barely fifty houses strong when I left, but our land stretches as far as the eye can see. Flat expanses of green, and in the summers the fields bloom with every kind of flower imaginable. It is a beautiful sight, and if you travel far enough east, you can see the shadows of the Dornish Mountains.” As you spoke, you grew only more homesick, wishing you could plant your feet in the mud and breathe, just breathe in the open air. Dorne’s air smelled of ocean and fish, and you craved the wetness of the petrichor smell you’d grown up with.

Oberyn joined you by the window, looking out at the glowing moon hung high in the sky. “What would you give to return?”

“Everything.”

It was an answer that seemed to stun the youngest Martell sibling. He blinked, still gazing at the moon. “Of course,” he said softly. “Of course.”

The next day, you spent all morning in the great hall, feeding the dogs under the table and reading a book you’d bought in town. Doran and Oberyn sat at the head of the hall together, arguing, but you couldn’t hear them, nor did you care to. You merely flipped a page in your book and fed Hestia another scrap of bacon.

Halfway through your day, you were interrupted in your washing of linens by the lake. Oberyn rode up to you, two horses and all his dogs by his side. “Come.”

You stood, dusting off your pants. “Where to?” You asked. “I doubt I’ll be much use on a hunting trip.”

Oberyn handed you the reins of a horse you’d trained early in your days of working in Dorne. “I’m taking you home.”

You went eagerly after that. You may have been wary, but Oberyn was sincere enough that you trusted him. The dogs followed you, ever the obedient hunters you had trained, as you and him rode hard northward, stopping to make camp as the sun began to dip below the horizon.

“Why are you joining me?” You asked once you’d made camp. “You could’ve sent me on my way, alone.”

Oberyn considered your words, turning meat over the fire. “You fascinate me,” he finally admitted. “You want for nothing in Dorne, and yet you are more homesick than anyone I’ve ever met. You talk about your home as if there is no better place to be. I want to see if you’re right.”

You grinned. “You’ll need firmer clothes than that,” you said, gesturing to Oberyn’s ornate robe. “It’s nearly rain season. Anything that isn’t made to stand up to the water will be ruined.”

Oberyn ran the fabric through his fingers, nodding. “What should I wear?”

“There’s a town not far from my home,” you said. “We’ll find you some suitable clothes there.”

The town in question was a three day ride away. While you rode, you and Oberyn got to know each other. He talked happily about his daughters, never favoring one over the other and seeming proud to have bore them all. In return, you told him about your parents, despite both of them being deceased. He was a good listener, hardly ever interrupting. As the weather grew colder and a wet chill filled the air, you felt yourself getting more comfortable, more at home.

The town finally loomed in the distance after three days on horseback, only stopping to rest the dogs or the horses. You were familiar with everyone, happily chatting to the townsfolk while you browsed thick clothes for Oberyn. He kept the hood of a roughly made cloak over his head, concealing his identity as he watched you make decisions. Finally, you walked away with a sturdy linen shirt that matched yours, reinforced brown pants, and a thick robe that mimicked the Dornish style while also remaining functional. It didn’t fall to Oberyn’s ankles as his vibrant yellow one did, the new faded deep green one stopping just above his knee. He grumbled about the color, but you hushed him as you donned a similar coat in faded burgundy.

As you continued east, the threat of rain grew stronger. You could smell it now, the rain heavy clouds a swirl of deep blue grey on the sky. Artemis whined when a distant rumble of thunder sounded, but you hushed her gently and nudged the horse forward. “We’re not far off. We’ll beat the rain.”

You were right. The village came into view before the rain started, and you quickly ushered the five dogs and one Dornish Prince into your family’s home as warm summer rain began to fall.

Oberyn stared at the ceiling in wonder as the rain began to pound. “Will it hold?”

“It’s held for three generations,” you said, putting logs into a fireplace and looking for your flint. “It’ll continue to hold, that I can swear.”

Once you got a fire going and some food set out for the dogs, you went outside. Oberyn tried to stop you, but you ignored him, opting to stand out back of the house instead. Rain soaked you to the bone immediately, but you didn’t care. The rain was warm and comforting, like being hugged by an old friend. Your hair slicked to your head and your clothes were sticking to your skin, but you simply tipped your head to the heavens and smiled.

You were out for a surprisingly long time before Oberyn braved the rain. He shielded his eyes and stood beside you, shoulders hunched. “Are you going to come back inside? You’ll catch a chill if you stay out here much longer!”

You shook your head. “No I won’t,” you said, looking over when a crack of thunder interrupted you. “Relax Oberyn, it’s only rain.”

Eventually, Oberyn loosened, standing next to you and admiring the rain. When he spoke again, his voice was full of wonder. “You worked in these conditions?”

You nodded. “Sometimes, the rain lasts for weeks,” you said. “We need to hunt, eat, and gather, so yes. I worked in the rain a lot.”

A bell sounded in the distance, and Oberyn looked over, shielding his eyes. “What’s that?”

“Dinner!” You said eagerly, taking his hand. “Come on. You want to see what I love about home? I’ll show you.”

The dinner hall was a sturdy building, bigger than the others. People filtered in, all soaked from the rain, so yours and Oberyn’s wet state wasn’t unusual.

“The dog keeper is home!” Someone said cheerily, seeing you showing Oberyn how to quickly towel his hair dry. Immediately, people began to crowd you, hugging you and asking why you’d returned.

“Oh,” you said, squeezing water out of your coat. “Someone asked me where I came from that would justify me calling Dorne hot as an oven. I felt compelled to show him.” You looped an arm through Oberyn’s elbow, and he looked at people you’d spent your entire life surrounded by.

“Is that Prince Oberyn Martell?” Someone finally asked in a hushed tone.

You shrugged. “Maybe in Dorne he is,” you said. “But out here, he’s just Oberyn.”

Oberyn seemed grateful, and you pulled him to a table. Food was passed around, and the conversation picked up once more. With the warm fire blazing at the front of the hall and the fall of rain against the roof, you felt more at home than you’d ever been. The people around you were your age, and they pushed you for questions about Dorne.

“Oh it’s beautiful,” you said, stirring your stew and dipping your slice of bread into your bowl. “But it’s so hot! I don’t know how those Dornishmen survive the heat in their robes!”

“We’re born there,” Oberyn said, bumping elbows with you. “Unlike you, that heat is all we’ve known.”

You grinned. “I will say, they let me play with the Prince’s dogs, so it’s not all bad.”

“Play?” Oberyn said, stunned. “You trained all the dogs! Let me tell you,” he said, turning to the people around you. “I’ve never met a better dog trainer in my life. If they weren’t so insistent upon working in the kitchens, I’d have promoted them to full time animal trainer already! Lord knows our horses need the firm hand.”

The people around you began to tell Oberyn about your past while you ate, happily telling him about how you’d once trained the village dogs to hunt in the pouring rain by slathering yourself in animal fat and racing through the woods while they hunted you down during the rainy season.

“Is that what you did with my dogs?” He asked when the story was done.

You shrugged. “More or less,” you said. “I take bits of my own breakfast and bait the girls. I told you, that was how I got them to swim so fearlessly.”

Oberyn nodded. “You know you could just ask for more food if you’re going to be sacrificing your own breakfast for my dogs.”

Another shrug. “I don’t mind.”

“Did you bring the dogs?” Someone asked, and you nodded.

“Of course!” You said. “I’ll let the young ones play with them tomorrow if this rain lets up. Although, it is what I missed most.”

“The rain?” The person sitting across from you asked. “Does it not rain in Dorne?”

You sighed, mopping up the last remnants of stew with bread you’d taken from Oberyn. “Not enough,” you said wistfully. “The most it’s rained since I moved there was an hour’s worth of mild rain. And it only rains once every month! It’s hell.”

After dinner came dessert, a sweet pastry filled with oozing red berries and topped with sticky honey. It wasn’t something that was made very often, and you ate yours quickly, savoring the flavors. Oberyn was more hesitant, and was a bit more dignified. However, no amount of dignity saved him from the fruit juices dripping down his chin and you laughing at him while handing him something to wipe his face.

After all the food was eaten, you bid everyone goodbye and braved the rain yet again. It was lighter now, and the children were chasing each other around, happily shouting and playing with the sturdy village hunting dogs. There was no rush for anything, and you didn’t hurry home. Instead, you walked slowly, despite the light rain, taking in all that you’d lost when you left. Oberyn held your hand, the hood of his robe pulled up over his head. He looked at ease here.

When you reached your house, the rain was no more than a light mist, and you eagerly pulled Oberyn around back. The sun was almost gone, but the final rays soaked the land in gold, illuminating the rolling hills and picturesque plains.

“Take a deep breath,” you said softly, seeing Oberyn’s eyes go wide. “And tell me what you smell.”

Oberyn took a breath, staying silent for a moment. “I can’t describe it,” he said, voice soft with awe. “It smells like earth and water and something not of this world.”

“It’s called petrichor,” you said. “The smell of rain on dry soil.”

A delicate silence lapsed over you two, bound only by your connected hands as you watched the sun fully set. Once the sky was dark, you pulled Oberyn inside, handing him a towel so he could dry off.

“How long are we staying?” You asked, stripping out of your soaked clothes and hanging them to dry on a line.

Oberyn, who was in another room for privacy, made a small noise. “I don’t know. A week? I must return at some point.”

You smiled, pulling on a linen shift and tossing another log into the fire that the dogs were surrounding. “I agree. I suppose the girls I work with will be disappointed if I don’t return.”

Oberyn came out of the room wearing a shift identical to yours. He began to hang his clothes beside yours. “It’s nice here,” he said. “I don’t know why anyone would ever want to leave.”

“I didn’t,” you reminded him. “If I’d been able to, I would’ve stayed here all my life. But then I would’ve never met you or your dogs.”

Oberyn smiled, sitting beside the dogs and gesturing you close. You sat with him, facing the fire. Hestia woke up, set her head in your lap, and fell asleep immediately after. You stroked her ears, humming to yourself. “Thank you for bringing me back.”

“Thank you for allowing me to come along,” Oberyn replied.

As you grew more and more tired, you finally relented and stood to go to sleep. “You’re welcome to join me,” you said to Oberyn. “I apologize, but there’s only one bed.”

Oberyn stood. “It’s fine. We can share.”

You took the right side of the bed and Oneryn took the left, you giving him an extra blanket when he started to shiver. His chills never faded, and you did the only thing left. You shifted in the bed, curling up against Oberyn’s chest and wrapping your arms around his middle, giving him your body heat.

“Your Dornish blood is at a cruel disadvantage out here,” you said softly, and you felt Oberyn chuckle.

“I’ll just have to adapt,” he murmured.

The next morning, you woke to no rain and a perfectly blue sky. Oberyn stayed asleep as you got dressed, made breakfast, and let the dogs out to play with the eagerly waiting children. As Oberyn’s dogs raced off to entertain the kids, you sat beside an open window, waiting for Oberyn to wake up.

When he finally did, he sat across from you at the tiny table and slowly began to eat, blinking sleepily at you from time to time.

“Good morning sleepy head,” you said finally, once the food had all been eaten and Oberyn looked a bit more awake. “How’d you sleep?”

Oberyn looked up at you. “Great. Where are the girls?”

“Outside with the kids,” you said, pointing out the window, where you could see the dogs running around with the children. “We’ll hunt them later, but for now, let them have their fun.”

“Ah.” Oberyn nodded. “Okay. So what do we do?”

You shrugged. “Typically, I’d have been working for a while by now.”

“We could work.”

“With those hands?” You said, taking Oberyn’s hands in your own. “Your skin isn’t accustomed to my kind of work, it would split immediately.”

Oberyn smiled. “So what do we do?” He asked again.

You squeezed his hands. “Whatever we want, Oberyn.”

“What if I want to go back to bed with you by my side?” Oberyn asked.

“Well then.” You stood, shedding your coat. “I guess we better get going.”

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