𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔳𝔶𝔭𝔢𝔯

[ob3ryn]

OB3RYN⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR PRINCE OBERYN MARTELL FROM HBO'S GAME OF THRONES AND A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE BOOK FRANCHISE. FOLLOWS SHOW STORYLINES WITH DIVERGENCIES ON SEASON FOUR, SURVIVAL AU. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)

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[ob3ryn]

oberyn would support a queenmaker plot for cella. i say what i say.

[0hsansa]

　━━━━━━　　❝ 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞. ❞ says @ob3ryn / 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋

▍ ❝　𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒. She  stares  at  the  Dornish  prince,  though  her  face  moves  between  calmness,  numbness,  and  a  flicker  of  wild  terror.  She  feels  as  though  Joffrey  might  appear  at  any  moment, his cruel face twisting in smug glee as  he  commands  her  to  be  beaten  before  the  court  again  ━━━━  she  doesn't  know  what  to  say,  it  isn't  even  a  question  that  he  poses  anyway.  She  swallows  and  twists  her  hands  together,  fearing  that  this  might  be  some  sort  of  test  somehow  (despite  logic  saying  otherwise).

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, she  is  a  Lannister,  and  either  she  will  be  a  doll  for  them  to  toy  with,  or  an  enemy  of  those  who  now  see  her  as  one  of  them.  ━━━━  "I  ...  am  no  longer  in  the  company  of  the  King,  but  I  remain  loyal  to  him.  And  to  the  crown,"  she  sings  her  rehearsed  songs,  as  taught  to  her;  dutiful  as  always.  At  least  it  has  kept  her  living. Her words are hollow, Sansa knows it as does Oberyn. "I  look  forward  to  his  wedding,  and  to  the long, prosperous  reign  of  his  grace  and  Queen  Margaery,"  those  last  words,  at  least,  are  true.  Margaery  is  good,  and  kind,  and  maybe  that  can  still  make  a  difference.

[ob3ryn]

Oberyn   watches   her   with   the   same   quiet   intensity   that   unsettled   lords   in   council   chambers   and   made   highborn   women   blush   beneath   their   veils.   But   there   is   no   amusement   in   his   gaze   now,   no   easy   smirk   playing   at   his   lips.   He   has   seen   prisoners   sing   sweeter   songs   to   their   gaolers,   hands   trembling   as   they   plucked   at   the   strings   of   their   own   survival.   Sansa   Stark   is   a   girl   who   has   learned   to   make   a   song   of   her   suffering.

"How   dutiful,"   Oberyn   murmurs,   and   though   the   words   themselves   hold   no   weight,   the   way   he   says   them   does.   It   is   not   a   compliment.   He   tilts   his   head,   his   dark   eyes   drifting   over   her   carefully   poised   face,   the   stiffness   of   her   shoulders,   the   way   she   knots   her   fingers   together   as   if   holding   herself   upright   requires   effort.   A   Lannister   bride,   a   Lannister   lady—how   cruel   a   jest   the   gods   have   played.

"And   do   you   think   the   crown   returns   your   loyalty?"   he   asks,   voice   like   silk   drawn   over   steel.   "Does   the   king   lie   awake   at   night,   hoping   for   the   favor   of   his   noble   good-sister?"   A   beat   passes,   then   another.   He   leans   forward   just   slightly,   lowering   his   voice   as   though   sharing   a   secret.   "Or   does   he   dream   instead   of   new   ways   to   make   you   bleed?"

His   lips   curve—not   in   mirth,   but   something   sharper,   edged   with   something   that   might   be   pity,   if   he   were   the   sort   of   man   to   pity   wolves   in   golden   cages.   "But   tell   me,   little   Stark—when   they   feast   and   make   merry,   when   the   roses   bloom   and   the   bells   ring—will   you   still   be   singing   this   same   song?"

[ob3ryn]

Do I look good like this? ( @lannisther )

Oberyn   gazed   at   Cersei   ,   his   eyes   roaming   over   her   body.   She   was   dressed   in   a   flowing   Dornish   gown,   the   fabric   clinging   to   her   curves.   It   might   be   the   first   time   she   wore   clothes   more   in   the   fashion   of   his   Kingdom   than   those   of   hers   and   he   cannot   deny   that   the   appeal   of   it.   Lips   curve   into   a   smile.   "My   love,   you   look   exquisite,"   he   said,   his   voice   low   and   seductive.   "The   Dornish   fabrics   suit   you   perfectly.   Surely,   Ellaria   had   a   hand   in   these   choosing."

He   reached   out   and   traced   his   fingers   along   her   jawline,   down   her   neck,   and   across   her   chest.   He   could   feel   the   softness   of   her   skin   beneath   his   touch.   His   hands   moved   lower,   caressing   the   curve   of   her   hips   and   the   swell   of   her   thighs.   Cersei   let   out   a   soft   moan   as   he   touched   her,   and   he   could   see   the   desire   in   her   eyes.   "You   are   a   vision"   he   whispered.   "I   am   so   glad   you   chose   to   wear   this   gown   for   me."

Oberyn   leaned   in   and   captured   her   lips   in   a   passionate   kiss.   His   hands   roamed   her   body,   caressing   and   teasing.   He   could   feel   her   body   responding   to   his   touch,   her   arousal   growing.   He   pulled   back   and   looked   at   her,   his   eyes   dark   with   desire.   "You   are   mine,   Cersei,"   he   growled.   His   fingertips   ghosted   the   shape   of   her   breast   through   the   fabric,   how   they   hugged   their   shape   so   easily   now   that   no   corsets   were   in   the   way   for   access.   "I   could   have   it   that   all   of   Dorne   sees   you   like   this   in   the   balcony."

[ob3ryn]

@dcviline asked: Warm me up. (Bellegere)

Oberyn   gazed   at   Bellegere   Otherys   with   a   hungry   look   in   his   eyes   as   he   approached   her.   He   could   smell   her   arousal   in   the   air,   and   it   only   fueled   his   own   desire.   She   presented   herself   in   silks   and   tantalizing   beauty,   as   the   Prince   stares   from   across   the   room,   the   motion   of   her   legs   opening   up   as   the   thin   layer   of   clothes   left   little   to   be   revealed.   "My   sweet   Bellegere,"   he   purred,   his   voice   low   and   seductive.   "It   would   be   my   pleasure."

He   pushed   her   back   onto   the   bed,   his   hands   roaming   over   her   body,   caressing   her   curves.   Oberyn   removes   the   thin   layer   of   his   drape   around   his   shoulder   before   he   continue   his   exploration.   His   fingers   traced   along   her   neck,   down   her   chest,   and   across   her   stomach.   He   leaned   down,   breath   to   breath,   as   he   teased   her   nipples   with   his   fingers,   rolling   and   tugging   on   them   gently.   Oberyn   could   feel   her   body   trembling   beneath   his   touch,   and   he   knew   she   was   already   aroused.   Taking   one   of   her   breast   into   her   mouth,   the   prince   savours   her   and   the   sounds   she   makes   before   he   moves   lower.

Oberyn   moved   down   her   body,   his   lips   trailing   kisses   along   her   skin.   He   reached   her   core   and   buried   his   face   between   her   legs,   inhaling   her   scent   deeply.   He   hears   a   gasp   as   he   began   to   use   his   fingers   inside   her,   thrusting   in   and   out.   He   could   feel   her   wetness   coating   his   fingers,   and   he   groaned   at   the   taste   of   her   arousal.   He   moved   his   fingers   faster,   curling   them   inside   her,   hitting   that   sweet   spot   that   made   her   moan   loudly.   He   could   feel   her   getting   closer   to   the   edge,   and   he   knew   she   was   about   to   cum.   "Don't   come   yet,   sweet   Bella.   I   want   you   wrapped   around   my   cock   when   you   do   that.   You   would   want   that,   wouldn't   you?"   He   pulled   his   fingers   out   and   replaced   them   with   his   tongue,   licking   and   sucking   on   her   clit.   He   continues   to   edge   her   own,   dark   eyes   stare   back   at   the   courtesan   with   desire,   hands   keeping   her   legs   wide   and   open   for   him.   Oberyn   lapped   up   her   juices,   savoring   the   taste   of   her   impending   release.

[ob3ryn]

@ofprevioustimes asked: “Would you find pride a fault or a virtue?” from Myrcella

Oberyn   lips   curled   into   a   knowing   smile,   the   kind   that   held   both   amusement   and   challenge.   He   regarded   Myrcella   with   the   warmth   of   a   man   who   had   seen   much   of   the   world   and   still   delighted   in   the   cleverness   of   those   who   sought   to   understand   it.   “That   depends,”   he   said,   his   voice   smooth   as   Dornish   silk.   “A   man’s   pride   can   be   his   greatest   strength,   or   it   can   be   the   blade   that   cuts   his   own   throat.   It   is   no   different   than   a   sword—wielded   well,   it   is   power.   Wielded   poorly,   it   is   ruin.”   His   dark   eyes   gleamed   as   he   leaned   back,   studying   her.   “Tell   me,   Princess,   do   you   ask   for   the   sake   of   knowledge   or   because   you   already   know   what   you   wish   to   hear?”

He   saw   the   flicker   of   thought   behind   her   golden   brows,   the   way   she   weighed   his   words   before   giving   any   of   her   own.   That,   too,   made   him   smile.   “In   Dorne,   we   do   not   scorn   pride   the   way   the   rest   of   Westeros   does.   We   do   not   tell   our   daughters   to   bow   their   heads   and   our   sons   to   measure   their   worth   in   silence.   We   let   it   burn,   so   long   as   it   does   not   burn   us   whole.   I   think   you   would   like   that.”   He   let   the   moment   linger,   as   warm   as   the   Dornish   sun.   Then,   with   a   tilt   of   his   head,   he   added,   “But   if   you   are   asking   whether   I   find   pride   in   you   a   fault   or   a   virtue,   I   would   say   only   this—it   depends   on   whether   you   let   it   lead   you,   or   whether   you   learn   to   lead   it.”

[ob3ryn]

nomenclature for the ruling house of dorne (so far it' has always been house martell) goes as follow.

the high prince/ruling prince of dorne - the head of the house and da facto ruler of sunspear. people don't usually use titles but foreign companies do use the high prince or Ruling Prince as a way to distinguish among princes.

the crown prince/ crown princess - the heir to sunspear, as they do not have a male primogeniture rule, it can fall to whoever was born first.

prince royal/ the prince - refers to all the princes and princesses that are brothers and sisters to the ruling prince. for example, oberyn and elia.

grand prince/grand princess - any children of the ruling prince or princess of dorne who are not the direct heir. for example, trystane would be a grand prince.

infante / prince or princess - any other princes or princess born from the relatives of the ruling prince who are not in the direct line to the throne.

most in dorne do not mind the incorrect title as long as the main three (the high prince, the crown prince and grand princes) are respected, the rest do not mind the title of simple prince but they will correct those who call them lord or lady. foreign companies will always use the titles because it's a sign of respect and more importantly, of recognition of dorne as an independent kingdom with trading routes and attached to the realm.

[brittsmemes]

VERY  NSFW  GIF  PROMPTS!   

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[calisources]

𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences were taken from difference media about age gap and age difference relationships, all acceptable relationships within consenting adults with age differences. Please do not use for teenagers or taboo relationships. These have some foul language or suggestive undertones so please beware. You can change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

I bet it doesn’t feel like this with that boy of yours, does it?

You’ll never know when I’m going to drag you into the darkness, pumping my cock into one of your tight holes. And you’ll take every inch like a good little girl.

What a tiny life we’d live if we fashioned ourselves to the comforts of others.

I think I'm a little old for that, love.

No, not old. But you're, you know, a man.

Tell me that you've never had anyone else. I want you to pretend.

You show me things I've forgotten.

Sometimes I think you must have seen it all before. That I can't show you anything new.

I like you as you are, he said. Even if you're going to wear me out.

I’m rough with your body sometimes, but I’ll always be gentle with your soul. She bruises far more easily.

This prince is a few years younger than you, and does not have much experience.

I must have forgotten how young you would be, Princess. Has there ever been a sovereign of such tender age?

Who is to say what love is or what it wants to be, the shape it takes, or how quickly it comes on? Love has always made a fool of time.

I don’t feel old. As a matter of fact, sitting here with you makes me feel older, not younger. Nothing is rubbing off.

Mr. Rochester was about forty, and this governess not twenty; and you see, when gentlemen of his age fall in love with girls, they are often like as if they were bewitched.

He's old enough to be your father.

Tonks deserves somebody young and whole.

But she wants you. And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so.

Age is no barrier. It's a limitation you put on your mind.

Age considers; youth ventures.

Age, like distance lends a double charm. 

I'm a strong believer that a good relationship can work, whatever the situation. 

Love knows no boundaries, not even the ones defined by age.

Don’t let society’s judgment define your love. Follow your heart, despite the age difference.

Most people would be upset they get an old man as their husband.  

Do not worry about your age, Ser. The lady pays attention not to age but prowess.

I will not let time choose my lovers for me. I trust my own judgement. 

You should look to more prosperous gardens, Your Grace.

I was sixteen years old when you were born.

No doubt you were much my superior in judgement at that period of our lives; but does not the lapse of one-and-twenty years bring our understandings a good deal nearer?

Come, my dear Emma, let us be friends, and say no more about it. 

I have seldom seen a face or figure more pleasing to me than hers. But I am a partial old friend.

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

We spend more time discussing this matter than being together as a couple. And I believe you are doing it on purpose.

You think my attention is as fickle that I would look elsewhere.

Perhaps it would be you who looks elsewhere. A handsome older man must have youthful maidens at his disposal.

If we were closer in age, it would've been fine.

I have loved you since the moment I helped you with your zipper. 

Would it make you feel better if I call you Daddy while you fuck me?

You’ll be a silver fox before 40 at this rate.

Well, it’s definitely your fault. You stress me out. You’re making my hair turn white.

It’s easy to cast opinions when your heart isn’t the one invested.

I hope you love me, because I love you like crazy, and I'm going to want you the rest of my life.

You already know the truth. And I will be by your side, but I am not good for you.

I am tired of others getting to choose who is good for me. You do that quite often, frequently. 

You'll keep your name. You'll keep your will. You'll have your own servants to attend you— you will have everything you ask for.

Don't ask me to let you do. Do you understand? Do not ask me.

It might be best for us, for myself, if I found myself useful elsewhere.

I wish you could just slow down so I could catch up to you.

Stamina is not an issue. But rather what others will whisper.

When are you going to get over this? All I did was touch your leg.

Why would it matter if someone saw you saying hello to me?

But it’s nice to be around you. Like I haven’t lost a decade of my life.

I been in love with you since I was six, fool. 

I will always belong to you, but I’m afraid there will be others after me. I’m not a young man/woman.

A kiss ... a muse. It is a question, an unlocked door. It is ... elation ... and anguish.

You have treated me better than any young man my age. Why should I go for either of them? 

Young men are eager lovers. I prefer my lovers to take their time. I’m sure with men is the same.

You make me feel really safe. i’m not used to that.

You gave an old man purpose again. And that is more than I can ask of you.

I was a child then, with a crush and a dream. As I grew, dreams changed but you remain the one in my dreams.

I have thought about kissing you a lot. What would that make me?

I have more in common with you than men my age.

Do not pretend to think what I think.

More recently, there are rumors she prefers her lovers to be younger. Truth to be told, I don’t blame her.

I will teach you in time, but for now restrain me and have your way with me. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.

We have never done anything to be ashamed of. You’ve never done anything to be ashamed of.

Personally, I think the difference keeps us interesting in another another. 

You can teach me all you wish, and I can learn. I know I can.

There is always a wild side to an innocent face.

You are being too forward right now, my lady. Be careful.

There would be other loves. Even great loves. But she was right, only one remained perfect.

Maybe there are some people you marry and people you love.

Just so you know, you're a natural lover. Your body expresses beautifully what's in your heart.

I have never felt so alive... as when I am in your arms.

A 5 to 7 relationship is a relationship outside of marriage.

You're older than I am, you're wiser I'm sure and you've seen much more of the world.

[calirph]

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 (𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄.)

All   sentences   are   taken   from   a pinterest search of spicy and romantic quotes and scenarios and places.   Change   names,   pronouns,   locations   as   you   see   fit.   This is a NSFT meme, please tag accordingly as well minors, do not approach this.

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

You should always wear my clothes.

Loving me is a one-way road, sweetheart. You can never go back. You can never fall out of love or any of that shit. It's permanent and it's for life.

I don't want you to go.

I was having the best dream.

The truth, princess, is I came back knowing this was what I signed up for. To see you every day and not be able to touch you. Kiss you. Claim you.

This stops when you say so.This doesn't even start unless you say so.

You fucked me so good i almost said i love you.

You're worth starting a war for.

Are you ever going to kiss me?

I want you. I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Safe. When I'm with you I feel so safe.

You were always meant to be mine, Cecily.

So fucking weak when it comes to you.

Some nights I lay in bed and imagine what I'd be doing if you were with me.

𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

Warm me up.

What do I taste like?

You should be a sin.

Every inch of you. Perfect. Don't hide from me.

If you could see yourself from my view. Fucking beautiful.

I'm going to ruin you.

You called me your girl.

You deserve better, because you're my good girl.

You make me so proud.

love the way you taste.

I just miss you all the time. I never stopped loving you, not even for a second

 I never stopped wanting you. I want you now so bad.

I’m going to eat you up.

Please, baby, I've been such a good girl... I've waited a whole week for this. Don't I deserve a reward for my patience?

I've been such—a good boy.

I'll do things you'll never forget.

If you can still walk, Then we're not finished.

You smell like you want to get fucked.

I want you my mouth.

I want you to look at yourself asI take you.

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

You have me twisted up, woman. So fucking twisted up.

I don't think I could quit you if I tried.

If I find out you've let some man touch you, I will deliver his hands to you in a box.

I don't share. Not when it comes to you.

Did you fucking touch her?

I'm jealous of every person you smile at...Every laugh I don't hear.

I don't give a fuck what the original terms of our arrangement were.

Are you gonna fuck her?

You say we're just friends.But friends don't know the way you taste.

Use your words baby.

Just like that princess.Good girl.

Aren’t I your good girl/good boy? Don’t I deserve it?

Does it feel like this when he fucked you?

Was his cock this big?

Was she ever this wet for you?

𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧

 You won't believe how many naughty fantasies I've had about you/us.

Lift your hips for me, love.

Like I'll burst into flames if I'm not tasting you. Kissing you. Fucking you.

I love the way you make love...but I need the way you fuck me.

Sh. Just a little more. That’s it.

Tell me why I can't stop thinking about you. Hmm? What the fuck did you do to me?

I'm gonna touch you now because I need to.

I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it's racing because of me, because you want me.

You keep your eyes on me.

Friends don't make each other feel like this.

I just can't trust words... But I can believe in what I feel with my body.

You know I'm the only one who can make you feel like this.

You are.You're the only one.

I know you're being a brat just because you want to be choked.

My breath just made you quiver. Can you imagine what my tongue will do.

You don't need kisses, you need volcanic eruptions in your mouth.

You don't need caresses, you need furrows burying in deeply until you shiver.

Maybe I should get down on my knees and worship you. I'm gonna undress you. Vulgarize you a bit.

Why you so wet already.

I want everyone in this town to hear you beautiful.

Be a good girl and spread your legs.

You're taking it so good.

Bite me babe, You make me love the pain.

If you can still walk, Then we're not finished.

I will be rough with you in so many sweet ways.

I'll be a good girl for you.

I can't wait to taste you and hear you moan my name.

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 / 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞

My heart is too big for just one of you.

We're happier with you.

I think you're cute can I bring you home to my wife?

We're in this together.

Together or not at all.

I want to be with both of you.

We can't deny our chemistry.

There's two of us and one of you, and whenever we feel like it, we can be three. That's love too, you know.

Look at her. She is so fucking gorgeous with her head back, tongue open, waiting for our cum.

I need you to use your words, baby. Tell me you want two cocks inside your greedy pussy.

If someone propositions you, tell them we'll both be free in an hour.

I'm clingy and possessive of both of you

I can’t imagine living without any one of you!

Their attitude to your affections is simple: they are happy to share, so long as they get to partake.

Join us. Even if just for tonight.

You like him. I can share him with you. 

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

You can control what I wear... what I eat... who I talk to.

You're mine. Say you're mine.

I could corrupt you. It would be so easy.

You're mine, not anyone else's, fucking mine. Now, beg and say my name.

Fuck me like you mean it.

But I'm done giving you freedom. You don't get to act like you don't belong to me.

Remember. In public, you're my princess, but in private, you're my whore.

Bite my neck and press your hips into me.

Let another man touch you, Jules, and you'll find out just how easily I can take a man's life as I can save one.

Lift up your dress.

That's right, your God. Worship at my alter, baby.

Run. If I catch you, I fuck you.

Touch yourself and call out my name.

It’s all yours, sweetheart. Come and taste it.

Say you are mine. You won’t come until you do. 

Look how you are shaking, baby. I haven’t even fucked you.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

Do you know, you're a little devil?

Stop pretending you are not thinking about me.

Playing too many little games might get you in trouble, princess.

If you're not gone in ten seconds, then your decision has been made.

I need you, Reed. Don't make me beg.

I know what you want, but I love to hear you beg.

You don't need pleasure, you need shivers.

I'll make you shiver. From the touch of my fingers.

You have dark little thoughts, Don't you?

Do I look good like this? 

Tell me how it feels. 

Be as loud as you want. Let them hear you.

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬

When they push your chin up to kiss you.

Slow missionary with lots of tongue down their throat.

When it's so good you're shaking.

When they hold onto your hips and push themselves deeper into you.

When you tell them to stop, and they ask "what? this?" and they keep going.

Being pushed against a wall and kissed.

You can't f*ck the brat out of her but it's fun to try.

Being told "I want to hear you come.

Their teeth scraping your back as they take you from behind.

When you're on top of him teasing him and he suddenly flips you over because he can't take it anymore.

Knowing you could get caught at any moment.

The sound of his belt coming off.

The first, slow kiss that makes you horny as hell.

When she begs you to stop but you keep eating her out until she comes.

When he shakes as you keep sucking every drop of him.

When they cover your mouth.

Being pinned down.

Girls that get wet just from having someone touching their thighs.

When they pin your hands above your head and take complete control.

The way his voice shakes when you're in control.

Getting pushed against the cold wall with your hands pinned above your head.

That smirk they wear when they leave you begging for more.

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭

In the bedroom.

Bended over by the desk.

In a dark alley.

In a hallway, near a party.

In the bathroom.  

In someone else’s bed. 

In a room where anyone can walk in.

In a throne room.

By the sea.

Near a cliff on the beach.

In a balcony. 

In front of other people. 

In the morning as breakfast is made. 

Against a door.

Pushing them to a wall.

[memepocalypse]

Meeting Your Hero

Requested by @ordinariums! Thank you!

"Oh! Oh my god! is it really you!? Wow!"

"Hi! I love your work!"

"Hiiiii, I won a competition, that's why I'm here."

"Okay, I know I snuck in through the staff entrance, but I just had to meet you."

"Oh, no, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there - wait, I know who you are!"

"Hey, would you sign this for me?"

"I've always wanted to meet you."

"You're everything I thought you'd be!"

"You're nothing like I thought you'd be."

"All this time, I respected you. I thought you were cool."

"I didn't mean to bother you, I'm sorry, I'm just such a big fan."

"I can't believe I just dropped something on you."

"I wrote a school report about you."

"You're so cool..."

"You're not who everyone thinks you are."

[aurcrean-archive]

Pride & Prejudice (2005) Sentence Starters

“Good heavens…. People.” “Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?” “If every man in the room does not end the evening in love with you, then I’m no judge of beauty.” “How can you tease me so?” “One of these days, someone will catch your eye, and then you’ll have to watch your tongue.” “Miserable he may be, but poor he most certainly is not.” “Count your blessings. If he liked you, you’d have to talk with him.” “I wouldn’t dance with him for all of _, let alone the miserable half.” “Do you like to dance?” “I thought poetry was the food of love.” “What do you recommend to encourage affection?” “No, men are far too easy to judge.” “Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.”  “You’ve liked many a stupider person.” “All the world is good and agreeable in your eyes.” ”So which one of these painted peacocks is _?” “I could more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine.” “Your skills in the art of matchmaking are positively occult.” “I’m no longer surprised at your knowing accomplished women, I rather wonder at your knowing any.” “Our surest way of disappointing him will be to ask him nothing about it.” “Would you find pride a fault or a virtue?” “My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.” “What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.” “Believe me, no one would suspect your manners to be rehearsed.” “Dear, oh dear. You must be the shame of the regiment.” “Oh, _, do you never think ill of anybody?” “It is my intention, if I may be so bold, to remain close to you throughout the evening.” “It would be most inconvenient, since I have sworn to loathe him for all eternity.” “Please advise me on what you would like most to hear.” “Oh no, I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn.” “I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.” “I hope to afford you more clarity in the future.”  “She’s just shy and modest.” “Men are eaten up with either arrogance or stupidity.” “There are few of us secure enough to be really in love without proper encouragement.” “We are all fools in love.” “He does not know her character as we do.” “You give your opinion very decidedly for so young a person.” “With 5000 a year, it would not matter if he had warts and a leer.” “You know perfectly well I do not believe marriage should be driven by a lot of money.” “Only a man truly confident in himself would admit to that.” “Can’t help but feel at any point someone’s going to produce a piglet and make us chase it.” “You have insulted me in every possible, and can now have nothing to say.” “Headstrong, foolish child!” “If they are amiable, they are so easily led that they have no minds of their own whatsoever.” “You’re free to go off and be jilted yourself.” “Oh, for heaven’s sake, _, don’t look at me like that.” “Not all of us can afford to be romantic.” “I must confess, the view from where I sit has been rather grey.” “I’m well enough acquainted with you to know that I cannot alarm you even should I wish it.” “I do not have the talent of conversing easily with people I have never met before.” “What on earth have you done to poor _?” “I have struggled in vain and can bear it no longer.” “I love you… Most ardently.” ”I am very sorry to have caused you pain.” “Is that your opinion of me?” “Take care, that savors strongly of bitterness.” “What are men compared to rocks and mountains?” “Do you not think him handsome?” “How can I ever make amends for such behavior?” “You must know… surely you must know it was all for you.” “One word from you will silence me forever.” “You have bewitched me, body and soul.” “Your hands are cold.”

[ob3ryn]

@king7doms asked: “Is that your opinion of me?” / Myrcella

Oberyn   studied   Myrcella   with   an   intensity   that   could   either   unsettle   or   enthrall,   his   lips   curving   into   the   faintest   hint   of   a   smile,   both   charming   and   razor-sharp.   The   young   woman   had   spoken   with   the   poise   of   someone   far   older   than   her   years,   and   it   pleased   him.   It   was   not   a   question   meant   to   flatter   or   deflect.

He   leaned   back   in   his   seat,   his   fingers   tracing   the   rim   of   the   wine   goblet   in   his   hand   as   his   dark   eyes   held   hers.   “Ah,   you   ask   as   if   my   opinion   were   some   great   truth   that   could   define   you.   I   am   a   mere   observant,   and   I   have   known   you   since   you   were   but   a   child.”   Not   many   southerns   enjoy   Dorne,   be   it   for   it's   politics,   the   way   they   conduct   life   or   simply,   how   different   things   are.   Myrcella   had   taken   to   them   from   her   first   day   on   these   lands.

The   Dornish   prince   set   the   goblet   aside   and   leaned   forward,   resting   his   elbows   on   his   knees.   His   voice   dropped   to   a   silken   murmur,   every   word   deliberate.   “But   if   you   wish   to   know,   my   opinion   of   you   is   this:   You   are   not   merely   my   nephew’s   bride,   nor   a   pawn   moved   by   others   in   this   game   we   play.   You   are   a   girl   who   looks   her   elders   in   the   eye   and   dares   to   ask   what   others   never   do.   And   in   that,   Myrcella,   there   is   strength.   There   is   fire.   And   should   the   gods   grant   you   a   crown,   I   would   wager   that   fire   will   burn   bright   enough   to   light   a   realm.”

[lannistherarchive]

ㅤㅤㅤIT  DELIGHTS  HER,  HOW  MUCH  POWER  HE  PLACES  IN  HER  HANDS,  EVEN  IF  ONLY  A  PROMISE.  There  is  a  twisted  joy  in  knowing  that  her  father  had  sent  her  to  Dorne  with  every  intention  that  this  should  de-claw  his  proud  lioness,  but  in  doing  so,  he  has  only  sharpened  her.  Oberyn  would  grant  her  things  that  Robert  nor  Tywin  himself  would  allow.  He  would  put  a  sword  in  her  hand,  but  his  own  does  something  devious  to  her  body,  prolonging  the  ripples  of  sensations  that  grip  her.  Her  acceptance  is  greedy,  claiming  every  ounce  of  orgasmic  ecstasy,  hips  pushing  through  the  throes  of  pleasure  to  ride  until  it  ends,  panting  as  her  body  comes  undone.  The  groan  that  echoes  from  his  throat  is  all  the  answer  she  needs  to  her  proposition,  and  she  responds  by  moving  her  hand  more  quickly  along  his  length,  intent  to  make  his  own  desire  unbearable.  ❝ You  want  it,  don't  you?  I  can  feel  it,  how  much  you  want  to  be  inside  me.  ❞

ㅤㅤㅤHe  never  disappoints  her.  She  holds  a  devil's  grin  as  he  turns  her over,  knowing  she'll  have  what  she  wants.  Her  palms  relax  against  the  table's  surface,  bracing,  ready  for  him,  her  eyes  drifting  to  the  view  of  the  window  as  Oberyn  speaks.  ❝ You  should.  I'm  fond  of  trophies,  even  disgusting  ones  like  that  wretched  head,  ❞  Cersei  chuckles  darkly.  ❝ When  you  have  it  mounted,  I  want  you  to  fuck  me  in  the  window.  I  want  him  to  watch  again;  I  want  him  to  see  through  his  dead  man's  eyes  in  whatever  hell  he  resides  in  how  much  joy  I've  gotten  from  his  demise.  And  when  the  crows  have  eaten  what's  left  of  him,  make  me  jewelry  from  his  skull.  ❞  The  Darkstar  deserves  worse.  There  is  no  punishment  in  any  hell  ever  devised  that  could  give  the  wretch  his  due  for  what  he's  done  to  her  daughter.  Oberyn  has  given  her  justice  in  the  world  of  the  living,  and  that  will  have  to  suffice.

ㅤㅤㅤShe  cries  out  when  she  is  taken,  digits  flexing  against  the  polished  wood  beneath  her,  her  nails  leaving  faint  scratches  against  the  layer  of  lacquer.  Her  hips  move  without  a  thought,  sinking  back  to  welcome  his  cock,  her  thighs  parting  more  with  every  thrust  as  she  angles  for  Oberyn  to  reach  deeper within her.  Their  bodies  know  each  other  too  well  by  now;  she  finds  the  right  position  easily,  the  pressure  of  his  frame  against  hers  a  familiar  guide.  ❝ There,  there,  right  there  ─  ❞  Cersei  tilts  her  head,  kissing  along  his  jaw  until  she  reaches  the  tender  corner  that  meets  his  neck  and  bites  against  his  skin.  ❝ Harder  Oberyn.  Show  me  how  much  you  missed  me.  ❞  A  hand  lifts,  pressing  to  the  opposite  side  of  his  face  as  her  tongue  licks  along  where  her  teeth  have  just  bitten.  ❝ You've  been  gone  for  so  long.  Remind  me  who  I  belong  to.  ❞

[ob3ryn]

"Gods   know,   woman,   I   could   spend   my   days   drinking   from   your   cunt.   How   sweet   you   taste.   And   we   do   not   waste   such   precious   thing   in   Dorne."   And   he   feels   it,   how   she   pulses   around   him   and   how   wet   and   warm   she   feels,   it's   intoxicating   truly,   how   once   this   marriage   was   nothing   more   than   a   ploy   from   her   father   to   try   and   stiffle   another   war   and   perhaps,   thinking   Oberyn   would   humilliate   the   woman,   but   he   would   never   do   such   a   thing.   Oh   the   satisfaction   he   feels   in   turn,   to   know   that   Tywin   would   grimace   at   the   thought   of   them   now,   as   Oberyn   claims   her   and   their   joined   moans   fill   Sunspear   as   he   is   still   grim   with   the   blood   of   an   enemy.  

He   is   guided   by   her   moans   and   the   familiarity   of   her   body   by   now.   Licking   fingers   move   to   where   they   had   been   before,   to   join   to   press   upon   her   clit   and   further   up   her   pleasure,   each   thrust   making   the   table   under   them   scratch   further   away   from   it's   original   play   but   he   has   little   care.   "I   been   gone   but   a   few   days   and   this   is   what   you   do   to   me."   Delicious   cruelty   truly.   "How   I   wish   they   saw   you   now,   my   Lioness.   Then   again,   they   probably   hear   us."   He   had   never   been   shy   about   it   either.   He   slows   down   for   a   moment   to   let   her   taste   it,   slow   drag   of   his   cock   against   her   before   he   complies   to   her   request   and   goes   harder,   his   body   pressing   against   her   back,   peppering   kisses   on   the   side   of   her   neck.

  "I   know   who   you   belong   to,   wife.   And   you   do   to.   Now   let   everyone   knows.   Whose   cock   will   fill   you   to   the   brim.   I   will   not   leave   your   side   until   you   are   left   in   bed   for   a   day   to   rest."   It's   a   tease   and   a   jest,   a   groan   stiffling   the   laugh   that   had   escaped   his   lips.   "Gods,   you   are   always   so   tight."   Perfectly   divine,   making   any   man   who   has   her   want   more.   Robert   the   fool.   Stag   with   no   horns   for   he   had   not   enjoyed   his   wife   when   he   had   her.   No   matter,   Oberyn   will,   punctuating   his   desire   as   he   makes   each   thrust   turn   into   a   grind,   until   she   welcomes   him   completely   inside   her.   "Beg   for   it.   Anything   for   you."   

[lannistherarchive]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒.  Cersei  has  always  been  a  creature  of  teeth  and  claws  for  as  long  as  she  can  remember.  But  it  feels  as  if  an  affliction  has  come  over  her;  a  warmth  that  blooms  in  her  chest,  these  vexing  thoughts  that  cross  her  mind.  Most  odd  of  all  is  this  strange  contentment.  The  absence  of  an  absence  she  has  known  her  whole  life,  as  if  missing  pieces  have  found  their  place  at  last.  Something  is  wrong  with  her,  surely.  Yet  more  and  more  lately,  the  urge  has  arisen  to  express  this  unknowable  feeling  that  coils  within  her  chest  and  finally  give  it  room  to  breathe.  But  every  time  she  tries,  she  fails.  How  can  she  describe  it  when  she  is  not  even  sure  what  it  is  she  feels?  An  emotion  so  foreign,  and  yet  it  must  be  apart  of  her,  for  it  has  emerged  from  depths  inside  her  heart  that  she  did  not  know  existed.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Yes.  You've  bewitched  me.  There  can  be  no  other  explanation  for  it,  ❞  her  chin  lifts  with  her  usual  pride,  intent  to  maintain  whatever  composure  she  can.  ❝ I  thought  I  was  immune,  but  .  .  .  I  suppose  you  have  proven  otherwise.  ❞  But  the  lioness  bares  no  teeth  as  she  approaches  him  at  the  table,  nor  any  claws  to  rise  in  her  defense  if  needed.  All  of  her  vicious  wit  she  has  carried  through  her  life,  her  guarded  paranoia,  she  does  not  need  it  here.  Not  with  him.  Oberyn  is  safety.  He  is  comfort.  He  has  given  her  the  one  thing  she  has  craved  most  in  this  world:  respect.  But  it's  more  than  respect,  isn't  it?  That  is  why  it  is  so  unknowable,  so  unspeakable  to  Cersei.  How  do  you  name  something  you  have  never  known  before?

ㅤㅤㅤHe  brushes  away  a  strand  of  hair,  and  that  simple  touch  is  enough  to  make  her  composure  falter,  a  fluttering  blink  of  Cersei's  green  eyes  as  they  soften.  She  feels  more  vulnerable  before  him  now  than  she  had  on  their  wedding  night;  not  her  flesh  laid  bare  this  time,  but  her  heart  on  display  through  the  glimmer  of  her  eyes.  ❝ Savor  it,  surely.  I  am  not  accustomed  to  such  sentiments,  so  I  cannot  say  how  long  it  will  last.  ❞  Her  jaw  holds  a  tension  that  is  at  conflict  with  the  true  tenderness  held  within  her  gaze.  ❝ I  cannot  say  I  have  ever  felt  such  a  thing  at  all,  truth  be  told.  ❞  It's  not  the  same  as  what  she  feels  for  her  children,  or  what  she  has  ever  felt  for  anyone.  It  terrifies  her,  this  new  sensation.  But  Oberyn's  kiss  graces  her  skin,  and  Cersei  closes  her  eyes,  releasing  all  of  her  held  tension  with  a  soft  exhale.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ If  I  am  still  as  dangerous  as  you  say,  ❞  she  lifts  her  gaze  to  his  once  he  pulls  away,  ❝ then  I  suppose  you  had  best  take  great  care  to  never  cause  me  pain.  ❞  There  is  a  tease  upon  her  tongue,  the  playful  curve  of  her  lips,  but  there  is  also  an  underlying  sincerity  beneath  Cersei's  words.  A  hand  lifts,  pressing  her  palm  against  the  exposed part  of  his  chest.  ❝ Tell  me  I  am  not  a  fool  to  feel  this  way. That I am not deluding myself.  ❞

[ob3ryn]

"I   am   afraid   I   am   not   a   man   of   witchcraft.   Despite   my   reputation."   Oberyn   teases   nonetheless,   but   it   is   with   a   good   heart.   He   does   not   think   he   bewitched   her   but   rather,   he   had   simply   done   what   others   had   not,   more   so,   her   first   husband   and   that   was,   letting   the   woman   be   herself.   There   were   many   things   she   had   learned   upon   her   arrival   in   Dorne   and   he   had   learned   in   turn   that   she   was   more   than   the   rumored   lioness.   Though   he   enjoys   that   part   very   much   so,   he   too   enjoys   the   softer,   rare   sides,   like   those   like   now.   "I   would   not   dare   to   cause   you   pain,   intentionally   or   otherwise."   Oberyn   does   make   a   point   in   that   moment.  

Her   words   might   be   teaseful   but   he   knows   better   than   to   pretend   they   do   not   hold   the   truth.   He   presses   in   turn   his   own   hand   upon   hers   on   his   chest   and   smiles.   "You   are   no   fool.   If   this   is   bewitchment,   then   perhaps   I   should   say   it   had   gone   both   ways."   Never   in   his   life   he   had   thought   he   would   love   a   Lannister.   He   had   sworn   against   it,   after   all   the   pain   caused   to   Elia   and   his   family   and   yet,   here   he   is   now,   stepfather   to   Myrcella,   and   husband   to   Cersei,   an   unexpected   yet,   pleasant   twist   that   had   shaken   his   life.  

"Love   is   a   funny   thing   is   it   not?   But   I   cherish   it   nonetheless."   And   Oberyn   knows   well   that   southern   women   might   not   accept   his   many   lovers   or   rumoned   so,   as   well   as   his   daughters.   Ellaria   was   a   big   part   of   his   life,   as   partner   and   mother   of   his   daughters   and   paramour,   and   it   seemed   she   had   made   her   way   to   Cersei's   heart   too.   The   Vyper   leans   down   to   press   a   kiss   upon   the   Lioness'   lips,   soft   at   first,   like   reassurance   before   pressed   forward   to   show   her   that   this   was   no   delusion.   "I   shall   prove   to   you   every   day   that   this   is   no   illusion."

[calirph]

𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋 as 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐔𝐒

Gladiator II (2024). Acacius' ceremonial armor and cloak.

[ob3ryn]

@dcviline asked: ❝ I want Myrcella happy, and above all else, safe. ❞ (jaime)

Oberyn   reclined   against   the   cool   stone   bench   in   the   Water   Gardens,   a   goblet   of   Dornish   red   wine   cradled   in   his   hand.   The   afternoon   sun   blazed   overhead,   but   the   shade   of   the   orange   trees   tempered   the   heat.   Jaime   Lannister’s   words   hung   in   the   air   between   them,   more   potent   than   the   salt   breeze   wafting   in   from   the   Summer   Sea.   Oberyn   tilted   his   head,   studying   the   man   before   him.There   was   something   disarming   in   his   expression.   Was   it   sincerity?   Guilt?   Perhaps   both.

"And   you   think   she   will   find   happiness   away   from   Dorne?"   Oberyn   asked,   swirling   the   wine   in   his   goblet.   His   voice   was   languid,   yet   laced   with   quiet   steel.   "She   has   more   enemies   in   the   capital   than   here.   In   here,   she   is   taken   cared   of   like   family."   As   if   she   was   another   golden   princess   of   Dorne.

"Innocence.   Such   a   fleeting   thing.   You   speak   as   though   it   is   a   shield,   Jaime,   but   in   my   experience,   innocence   invites   the   blade.   Your   niece   has   been   sent   here   as   part   of   a   game,   whether   she   chooses   it   or   not."