𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖘

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REINEROSE⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR QUEEN MARGAERY TYRELL FROM HBO'S GAME OF THRONES AND A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE BOOK FRANCHISE. FOLLOWS SHOW STORYLINES UP TO SEASON SIX WITH A FEW CHANGES. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀ ˎˊ-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖘-ˋˏ ❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-

psa: margaery was able to get out of the sept of baelor before the explosion but most of her family perished inside. margaery's plan is to seek justice for her family so she will likely align herself with either daenerys, aegon or the north, offering highgarden and the arbor with the backup of her cousin desmera and brother, willas. through them, there would be direct access to the westerlands and surround them.

PROMO. CARRD.

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@justlycrowned asked: [ kinks ] ― what is their biggest kink? are there any kinks they haven't tried but want to? are there any kinks they have tried but learned are not for them?

Margaery has a clear path in her mind of what she likes. But still, as a woman in the world she lives in, she also learned to not entertain every thought she has regarding her sexuality and her desires. She is not without her experience, but regarding kinks, she knows little. She has little experience with kinks beyond perhaps some blindfolds and being tied up.

She enjoys the usage of it for a sensory deprivation side, and the anticipation of it all. She enjoys being dominated in bed, and being told what to do, and being praised on. But the thing with Margaery is that she is versatile and knows how to adapt. Rather than kinks, its just she knows what she likes, so she will guide you as her partner to where she wants to be touched and kissed and encourage it further.

[ungvargr]

He  would  soon  feel  bad  shame  for  his  caution.   Though  one  couldn't  blame  the  King  in  the  North  ,  given  what  he  had  just  survived  it  was  a  wonder  he  could  trust  anyone.   He'd  broken  bread  with  Walder  Frey  ,  accepted  his  hospitality  and  his  protection  ,  and  like  a  fool  he  thought  that  would  be  enough  to  protect  him  from  his  foolish  actions.   And  oh  how  foolish  those  actions  had  been.   Would  the  people  in  the  North  even  trust  him  to  lead  them  when  he  returned?   Would  he  be  able  to  trust  himself  to  lead  them?

Did  they  even  know  he  was  alive?

Lady  Margaery  ,  Gods  help  her  ,  didn't  seem  to  mind  that  his  trust  didn't  seem  to  run  in  abundance  just  yet.   Trust  was  something  that  you  earned  ,  and  he  had  to  learn  how  to  trust  again  in  many  ways.   The  more  she  spoke  of  Sansa  ,  of  their  shared  prison  in  the  form  of  King's  Landing  ,  it  was  hard  to  ignore  the  look  in  her  eyes  that  he  had  known  to  be  reliving  an  experience.   She  was  either  telling  the  truth  ,  was  a  very  good  actress.   A  sigh  came  from  Robb  ,  that  shameful  feeling  of  putting  up  such  a  barrier  for  someone  who  was  trying  to  help.   With  more  than  what  he  had  imagined  upon  waking  from  a  series  of  phases  of  waking  and  deep  sleep.   Not  only  was  he  going  home  ,  but  he  was  bringing  back  an  army.

While  he  had  been  recovering  his  family  had  been  hard  at  work.   There  was  a  swell  of  pride  in  his  chest.   Not  only  for  Sansa  but  for  Jon  as  well  for  what  they  had  accomplished.   And  now  with  the  Reach  ,  they  had  everyone  but  the  Crownlands.   The  Lannisters  would  have  no  choice  but  to  surrender  ,  allowing  them  to  end  this  war.   It  pulled  a  smile  from  the  man  as  he  sat  up  a  little  more  ,  fighting  the  pain  that  caused  a  small  wince  as  he  did  so.   It  was  worth  it  though  ,  and  much  like  his  father  he  wasn't  one  to  ask  for  help  in  minor  instances  like  this.   ❝  I'm  not  sure  I'll  be  able  to  repay  you  for  what  you're  offering.  ❞   Or  even  if  it  would  even  be  worth  it  for  them  in  the  end.   But  with  the  numbers  all  stacked  against  the  Lannisters  ,  all  wanting  justice  ,  how  could  they  fail.   ❝  But  ,  should  we  win  this.   Whatever  it  is  you  desire  from  me.   If  it  is  in  my  power  to  give  you  shall  have  it.  ❞   And  this  time  ,  he  intended  to  keep  this  promise.

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"Hold   still."   There   is   a   firmness   in   her   tone   as   she   hears   the   man   wince   at   the   shift   in   the   air   and   his   injuries.   She   wonders   if   they   are   magical   of   some   kind.   They   all   speak   of   how   Starks   are   more   wolf   than   men,   that   they   carry   magic   in   their   blood,   a   magic   alike   that   of   the   dragons   and   their   masters.   He   does   seem   normal   to   her,   but   the   cloudy   grey   blues   he   carries   remind   her   of   the   yellow   ones   of   his   direwolf   so   perhaps   there   is   more   to   say   on   that   regard   for   later.   She   has   questions   but   there   is   a   frail   trust   and   partnership   there   that   cannot   be   broken.   

  "Payment   can   wait   when   Cersei   Lannister's   head   is   served.   I   prefer   on   a   golden   platter   but   silver   serves   just   as   well."   She   does   jest   with   ease,   hazel   like   eyes   open   with   a   little   mischief   before   she   moves   back   to   finish   up   the   bandage   replacement   on   his   wounds.   She   is   as   as   gentle   as   she   can,   something   she   had   done   with   Loras   after   a   tournament   where   he   had   not   been   triumph.   "It   is   very   dangerous   to   promise   a   woman   so   much,   Your   Grace.   You   should   be   wiser   than   to   offer   me   anything   I   desire."   Surely   he   has   thoughts   of   her   reputation.

  Margaery   had   done   her   best   to   be   a   kind   and   helpful   queen,   to   all   the   men   she   had   wed,   even   those   she   had   tried   to   manipulate   and   sway   her   way.   Joffrey   died,   perhaps   for   the   best,   and   Tommen   was   but   a   boy,   but   he   had   been   receptive   to   council   beyond   that   of   his   mother.   Sadly,   that   had   gotten   him   killed.   Renly   had   been   a   kind   soul   and   a   friend   but   she   does   not   think   he   truly   had   the   heart   of   a   king.   Specially   now   she   lay   eyes   on   the   wolf   king.      "Many   would   say   I   desire   a   crown.   Would   you   be   willing   to   give   me   one?"   She   finishes   the   knot   over   his   bandaged   wound   with   ease,   tapping   fingers   gently   over   it   to   signal   she   was   done   with   her   work   and   let   the   silence   rest   around   them.

[drageulv]

ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ. ᴀᴇɢᴏɴ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ "ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴏꜰ ɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪʀᴇ."

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑳𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑻.  (  send one or more to learn a little more about my muse and their sex life. note that these questions are only suggestions, you can go wild with the headcanon prompts.  )

[ aftercare ] ― what are they like after sex? any specific routine they have for themselves or their partner that they like to do? [ body part ] ― what is their favorite body part? what kind of body / parts would they like their partner to have ( e.g. big boobs, long cock, etc. )? [ cum ] ― what does it take to make them come? can they come multiple times in one sitting or do they need longer breaks? [ desires ] ― what turns them on? what do they like to have done to them most? what do they like to do to their partner most? [ experience ] ― how experienced are they? how many different partners did they have? [ first time ] ― what was their first time like? when did it happen? did they enjoy it? [ grooming ] ― do they shave? do they have a preference for their partners when it comes to body hair? [ horny ] ― how high is their sex drive? do they have a lot of sex or is it a more occasional thing? is sex, in general, important to them? [ intimacy ] ― how are they during sex? do they prefer a more intimate / romantic approach or a more casual one? [ joker ] ― tell one random headcanon that wouldn't fit anywhere else on the list. [ kinks ] ― what is their biggest kink? are there any kinks they haven't tried but want to? are there any kinks they have tried but learned are not for them? [ locations ] ― what are their favorite locations to have sex? are they a risk taker where people could walk in on them, or do they prefer to keep it private? [ masturbation ] ― do they masturbate? if so, how often? [ no go ] ― what wouldn't they do? what turns them off? [ oral ] ― do they prefer to give or receive oral? anything specific they enjoy / don't enjoy when it comes to oral? [ positions ] ― what are their favorite sex positions? is there something they typically default to? a special position they've always wanted to try? [ quickies ] ― do they have one-night stands? if so, how often? [ rounds ] ― how many rounds can they go before having to take a break? how good is their stamina? [ secrets ] ― do they have any dirty secrets? if so, what are they? [ toys ] ― do they on toys? do they use toys on themselves or like to use them on their partners? [ underwear ] ― what type of underwear do they typically wear? do they own lingerie? is there something specific they like their partner to wear? [ volume ] ― how loud do they get during sex? do they prefer a partner that's louder or one that's quieter? [ watch ] ― do they like to watch their partner masturbating or having sex with someone else? do they like to be watched? [ xxx ] ― do they watch porn? if so, how often? anything specific they like to watch? [ yearning ] ― what do they typically do to get people to have sex with them? do they let it happen naturally or are there things they like to do to turn their partners on? [ zzz ] ― how quickly after sex do they fall asleep? are they usually tired after or full of energy?

[reinerose]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 - thrice crowned, thrice widowed.

[calirph]

𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐊𝐇𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 as 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐍𝐀/ 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐈 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀

Elizaveta (2022). Episode 2.

[justlycrowned]

The  warmth  that  filled  the  room  was  hard  to  tell  if  it  was  from  the  summer  air  or  the  heat  between  the  two  of  them.   He  had  rather  enjoyed  his  visits  to  Westeros  ,  though  he  had  noted  how  different  their  customs  were  compared  to  his  own.   Whyndaer  held  importance  in  appearances  ,  but  it  was  in  no  way  how  it  was  here  in  the  Seven  Kingdoms.   Still  ,  he  always  took  great  pleasure  in  being  hosted  by  the  Tyrells.   Their  tastes  and  liberties  they  allowed  were  much  more  favorable  to  him.

Lady  Margaery  was  one  he  particularly  enjoyed.

It  was  more  than  just  her  unfathomable  beauty  either.   No  ,  Tristan  had  been  enamored  with  her  brilliance  and  wit  since  the  day  they  had  met.   He  wasn't  one  to  desire  the  women  he  associated  with  being  pretty  and  nothing  else  ,  but  rather  being  clever  enough  to  be  able  to  keep  up.   Lady  Margaery  was  possibly  one  of  the  cleverest  women  that  he  had  ever  had  the  pleasure  of  knowing.   Then  there  was  the  way  they  got  when  doors  closed.   She  was  certainly  a  woman  of  education  in  many  facets.

Her  words  brought  a  smile  to  the  young  King's  lips.   Curling  in  a  playful  mischievous  fashion  while  said  lips  along  with  his  tongue  explored  her.   No  ,  he  had  done  his  exploration  already.   No  ,  this  was  more  akin  to  worship.   He  could  see  how  one  would  see  it  as  teasing  ,  to  him  it  was  something  else  entirely.   Where  he  came  from  ,  matters  of  love  and  physical  intimacy  were  freely  explored.   Both  in  topic  of  conversation  as  well  as  physical  exploration.   ❝  Good  things  comes  to  those  who  wait  ,  sweet  flower.  ❞   Blue  eyes  looked  up  to  her  ,  locking  his  eyes  with  her  own  and  smiling  at  the  way  the  light  caught  them.   ❝  Where  I  come  from  ,  love  isn't  rushed  ..  It's  enjoyed.   Slowly.  ❞

Tristan  let  her  guide  him  as  she  so  desired.   He'd  always  found  love  making  to  be  more  enjoyable  when  it  was  more  of  a  dance.   He  re  positioned  himself  slightly  ,  allowing  for  a  better  angle  for  her  to  manipulate  him  as  she  needed.   Heavy  hot  breath  falling  from  him  when  digits  found  her  wet  warmth.   A  shuddered  breath  soon  to  follow.   Then  those  words  ,  full  of  temptation  and  challenge.   There's  the  ghost  of  a  chuckle  ,  while  long  digits  bend  and  beckon  her  closer  to  him.   ❝  Oh  I've  no  doubt  my  lady.   But  you  and  I  ,  are  only  just  getting  started.  ❞   Digits  curled  again  ,  then  once  more.   Continuing  to  urge  her  on  ,  speed  increasing  as  she  begged.

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"Aye,   my   lord.   Love   isn't   rushed,   but   this   is   sweet   torture."   She   makes   a   point   to   spak   against   his   lips,   a   smile   gracing   pink   lips,   the   colors   of   here   house   suiting   her   best   as   she   braces   against   him.   "And   I   do   not   enjoy   begging.   Though   you   are   welcome   to   try   and   be   the   first   to   make   me   do   so."   Margaery   whispers   in   turn.   It's   the   touch   of   his   fingers   against   her   that   send   the   woman   into   a   gentle   whimper,   having   been   without   touch   for   a   while.  

Her   own   hands   help   her   in   sweet   lonely   nights   but   it   was   different   when   it   was   long   expert   digits   finding   her   welcoming   and   inviting.   Her   mouth   falls   agape   in   turn   and   when   they   seem   to   find   that   gentle   spot   between   her   legs,   she   curves   her   body   against   him,   her   hand   guiding   his   for   a   moment   before   releasing   and   finding   support   upon   his   shoulders.   "This   means   you   will   extend   your   visit?   I   would   be   more   than   please   to   keep   you   company   in   such   warm   nights."   And   in   the   mind   of   a   woman   like   Margaery,   pleasure   and   business   go   in   hand.  

And   her   father   would   enjoy   the   thought   that   Margaery   finds   herself   in   the   bed   of   a   King   and   for   once,   there   is   no   pressure   of   being   the   one   in   his   thoughts,   of   promising   heirs   for   he   has   such   a   thing   already.   For   her,   it   is   the   best   of   both   worlds.   His   attentions   drive   her   to   give   him   the   same   in   turn,   and   one   hand   moves,   adjusting   to   his   weight   above   her   and   let   her   hand   travel   to   opened   breeches   and   feel   him   upon   her   hand,   he   feels   warm   and   hard   and   the   Lady   has   to   bite   her   lip   as   she   begins   to   move   her   hand   through   the   length.  

Her   will   does   break   eventually,   because   while   he   speaks   truth,   love   isn't   rushed,   she   also   feels   that   need   build   inside   her,   to   be   filled   and   have   her   legs   around   him.   Teeth   bite   on   her   lip   again   to   stifle   a   moan,   for   despite   being   in   the   Reach   and   at   night,   she   does   not   want   to   risk   scandal.   But   truth   to   be   told,   she   hopes   he   hears   it   all.   "Tristan.   .   .Gods.   There.   Add   another   finger,   please.   If   you   insist   on   delight   me   with   this   torture."   She   leans   to   capture   his   lips   on   her   own   on   a   kiss,   sweat   filling   her   skin   and   making   her   hair   curlier   than   it   would   be   due   to   the   heat   and   activity,   sticking   to   her   forehead   and   shoulders,   down   to   barely   covering   the   shape   of   her   breasts.

[ungvargr]

He  still  couldn't  understand  how  he  wasn't  dead.   How  he  had  managed  to  evade  the  cruel  dark  grip  of  The  Stranger.   How  he  managed  to  open  his  eyes  in  The  Reach  of  all  places  ,  it  was  all  not  only  confusing  ,  but  worrying.   Did  his  men  even  know  he  was  still  alive?   What  had  even  happened  to  them.   It  took  days  for  the  guilt  to  even  start  to  wear  down.   Milk  of  the  poppy  aided  in  that  regard.   But  it  never  allowed  the  King  in  the  North  to  forget  all  the  ways  he  had  let  not  only  his  men  ,  not  only  the  North  ,  but  his  entire  family  as  well.

And  all  he  could  think  of  was  getting  back  to  them. 

He  had  his  health  though  ,  Gods  be  good  for  that.   Even  Greywind  managed  to  make  it  from  the  battle.   The  question  of  who  he  owed  thanks  to  still  not  quite  clear  to  him.   Nor  was  he  very  clear  as  to  the  reason  why.   Lady  Margaery's  presence  there  was  ,  only  a  slight  comfort  to  the  ever  growing  confusion  surrounding  his  survival.   It  was  good  of  them  to  help  him  ,  to  nurse  him  back  to  health  ,  but  it  didn't  explain  what  they  hoped  to  gain  from  saving  him.   No  doubt  there  was  a  great  risk  to  aiding  him.   Should  the  Lannisters  find  out  ,  Tywin's  rath  would  be  most  unwanted.   He  hoped  he  would  be  able  to  gain  some  insight  from  Margaery  ,  if  she  was  willing  to  at  least.

Robb  had  meant  to  apologize  for  his  unease.   She  didn't  deserve  his  skepticism  ,  or  the  very  guarded  behavior  of  Greywind  the  last  couple  of  times  she  had  come  to  him.   His  wounds  were  healing  nicely  ,  most  of  them  already  turned  to  scars  upon  his  body.   Soon  he  would  be  able  to  travel  ,  which  would  mean  his  return  to  Winterfell.   Robb  glanced  to  her  a  moment  when  she  mentioned  his  scars  ,  he  tried  to  remember  the  last  time  he  worried  about  a  scar  he  obtained.   He  could  remember  his  father  saying  something  similar  ,  shortly  before  the  King  arrived.   He  couldn't  help  but  scoff  ,  possibly  the  first  time  he  had  laughed  since  his  uncles  wedding.   He  had  grown  too  used  to  not  laughing.   ❝  I  always  thought  I'd  have  plenty  of  scars  to  fill  a  day  of  stories  for  my  children  someday.   I  suppose  I  just  thought  it  would  happen  slowly  over  time.  ❞

As  Margaery  continued  to  tend  to  the  wounds  ,  cleaning  the  ones  that  needed  the  help  to  heal  still  ,  he  thought  long  and  hard  about  not  only  what  could  have  been  for  his  family  ,  but  about  what  would  undoubtedly  lie  ahead  for  all  of  them.   Naturally  rounding  him  back  to  the  question  as  to  why  help  him.   He  didn't  mean  to  judge  ,  but  he'd  had  his  fair  share  of  being  betrayed  ,  of  things  going  wrong.   The  options  were  just  endless.   With  Margaery  though  ,  there  was  something  in  her  voice  that  showed  that  she  cared  for  at  least  his  sister.   He'd  been  so  worried  for  her  ,  even  more  worried  that  she  had  no  one  there  for  her  until  he  could  free  her.

The  revelation  that  she  would  be  joining  them  in  the  journey  back  to  Winterfell  ,  his  brow  arched  in  some  surprise  at  the  fact.   If  his  own  travel  was  dangerous  ,  he  could  only  imagine  how  dangerous  it  must  be  for  her  and  her  family.   He  sat  up  some  ,  obviously  more  interested  in  that  piece  of  information.   ❝  You're  coming  too.   All  the  way  North  to  Winterfell?  ❞   What  was  this?   Was  this  worry  for  her?   ❝  That's  a  dangerous  journey  for  someone  like  you.   One  can't  help  but  wonder  why.   Were  you  and  Sansa  that  close?  ❞

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Margaery’s   hands   stilled,   the   cloth   in   her   grasp   resting   against   the   scarred   plane   of   his   chest.   His   question   hung   between   them,   heavy   as   the   silence   that   followed.   She   had   long   since   grown   used   to   guarded   stares   and   veiled   suspicions—most   men   believed   a   Tyrell   bloom   opened   only   where   ambition   led   it.   Perhaps   they   were   not   entirely   wrong.   Yet   here,   in   this   chamber   heavy   with   the   scent   of   herbs   and   milk   of   the   poppy,   she   was   not   only   Lady   of   Highgarden   but   a   woman   who   had   seen   too   many   broken   things   and   had   chosen,   deliberately,   to   bind   what   could   be   mended.

Her   eyes   lifted   to   his,   the   blue   of   the   Reach   meeting   the   storm   of   the   North.   “Sansa   is   your   sister,”   she   said   gently,   her   voice   warm   but   firm.   “And   she   was…   my   friend.   We   were   both   little   more   than   girls,   promised   to   crowns   that   glittered   more   like   cages.   We   whispered   to   each   other   when   no   one   else   dared   listen.   I   do   not   forget   such   bonds,   my   lord,   nor   do   I   abandon   them   when   they   are   inconvenient.”

She   dipped   the   cloth   back   into   the   basin,   cool   water   running   over   her   fingers   before   she   pressed   it   against   another   wound.   Greywind’s   low   rumble   from   the   corner   did   not   startle   her—he   had   grown   used   to   her   presence,   and   she   to   his.   “I   come   North   because   it   is   not   only   Sansa   who   needs   me.   The   North   itself   bleeds,   and   your   people   will   look   to   you.   But   who   will   they   look   to   when   their   king   still   carries   his   wounds   in   silence?   You   speak   of   scars   as   if   they   are   burdens,   yet   I   see   them   as   proof   of   survival.   Proof   that   the   Stranger   has   not   claimed   you,   though   He   tried.”

Margaery   leaned   back   slightly,   her   expression   softening   with   something   that   might   have   been   daring,   or   might   have   been   honesty.   “So   yes,   I   will   ride   with   you.   To   Winterfell.   To   whatever   waits   in   the   snow.   Not   because   I   am   blind   to   the   danger,   but   because   I   believe   in   tending   what   others   might   leave   to   rot.   And   because   the   Lannister   had   hurt   my   family   too,   I   too   should   be   dead   by   their   hand,   and   yet,   I   remain.”   Revenge   is   a   bad   word   for   what   she   desires,   Justice   perhaps,   it's   no   longer   the   crown   or   sweet   little   Tommen   who   perished   who   had   nothing   to   do   with   his   mother'   actions   but   it   was   Cersei's   blood   that   began   this   endless   war.   “I   am   wiser   than   most.   And   united,   we   can   face   the   Lannister   army   on   all   fronts.   You   gained   the   Riverlands   to   your   favor,   Sansa   the   Vale,   your   brother   Jon   did   the   impossible   and   united   Northern   lords   with   Free   Folk.   And   now   you   have   the   Reach.”  

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𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐊𝐇𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 as 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐍𝐀/ 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐈 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀

Elizaveta (2022). Episode 4.

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Harriet Slater and Jamie Roy as Ellen MacKenzie and Brian Fraser OUTLANDER: BLOOD OF MY BLOOD | 1X05 “ Needfire ”

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@justlycrowned asked: [worship.] sender worships receiver's body / chest / thighs / arms / back with touch, kisses, and praise.

She   is   no   stranger   to   a   lover's   touch.   She   had   stopped   being   a   maid   a   long   time   ago   by   now.   In   the   Reach,   they   are   proud   of   how   much   they   take   pleasure   in   the   knowings   of   one's   body   and   others',   the   exploration   of   love   and   desire.   It   is   guarded   under   traditions   and   close   doors,   but   they   all   know.   The   art   of   seduction   some   call   it,   but   it   hardly   feels   as   a   seduction   when   she   is   the   one   being   worshipped   and   touched   upon,   fire   upon   her   skin   at   every   touch   of   expert   hands   teasing   her.   Barely   touching   and   yet,   making   her   squirm   under   his   touch,   breathless   pleasure   laugh   escape   her   lips   and   she   is   carefu   lto   be   quiet,   for   anyone   could   hear   and   Margaery   learned   she   can   be   loud   when   she   is   in   the   moment,   as   she   is   now.  

His   mouth   had   pressed   to   her   chest,   sensitive   bud   under   his   tongue   and   lips,   teasing,   and   she   forgets   how   he   had   been   able   to   take   her   corset   so   easily   out   of   the   way.   She   thanks   the   lighter   material   of   her   dress,   for   as   he   presses   down   to   her,   she   can   grind   against   him   and   his   hands   can   roam   through   her   thighs   as   he   pleases,   but   he   does   not   venture   inside,   driving   her   wild   as   she   whispers   against   his   ear.   "Is   this   how   gentlemen   behave   in   your   realm,   Your   Grace?   Teasing   and   hot   and   cold?   Maids   must   be   driven   to   madness   like   this."   Eyes   open   to   look   at   the   King.  

Foreign   king   above   her,   praising   her   every   being,   first   her   mind   and   now   her   body,   and   for   once,   a   King   does   not   fear   to   bed   her,   though   this   time   no   wedding   had   taken   place   and   she   finds   it   liberating,   that   she   does   not   need   to   pretend   to   be   virtious   and   a   gentle   meek   maid.   She   aids   in   his   explorations,   taking   his   hand   into   hers   and   bring   it   to   her   mouth,   intent   clear   as   she   opens   her   mouth   to   let   a   pair   of   fingers   become   wet   with   the   warmth   of   her   mouth   and   then,   lower   down,   pass   the   fabric   he   had   been   teasing   her   through   and   down,   to   the   space   between   her   legs   that   desire   his   touch   the   most.   "I   am   not   a   maid.   You   do   not   been   to   be   so   gentle."

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@ungvargr asked: [tender.] sender gently traces their fingers along receiver's scars. + reverse

The   King   in   the   North.   Does   the   title   still   fit   a   dead   man,   even   if   the   dead   man   is   not   one?   Margaery   had   requested   to   be   the   one   to   tend   to   the   man   and   she   can   see   the   resemblance   with   his   mother,   who   he   met   while   she   was   still   Renly's   Queen.   They   both   hide   now.   Her   neck   scarred   by   wildfire   from   the   explosion   and   the   world   believes   her   dead,   and   he.   .   .Robb   Stark   should   be   dead.   They   said   many   things   about what   happened   at   the   Red   Wedding.   That   his   body   was   looted   and   attached   to   his   wolf'   head   but   both   direwolf   and   man   were   living   and   breathing.   Margaery's   eyes   drift   to   the   guarding   direwolf,   who   still   looks   at   her   as   if   she   would   dare   to   hurt   the   man,   and   she   wonders   if   he   behaves   that   was   because   Robb   himself   does   not   trust   her.   She   had   been   Joffrey's   queen   after   all.   By   all   means,   she   would   be   an   enemy.   "Scars   are   not   to   be   ashamed   of,   Your   Grace.   They   mean   you   survived."  

Her   own   are   covered,   makeup   does   wonders   but   even   then,   wildfire   cannot   be   cured,   not   completely,   and   some   days   are   better   than   others.   She   traces   the   scars   with   tender   care,   fingertips   ghosting   over   his   skin   before   she   uses   the   other   hand   to   press   the   wet   cloth   to   help   him   clean   them,   even   if   he   don't   need   the   help,   she   is   doing   it   because   she   wants   to.   "I   am   truly   sorry for what   happened.   I   was   close   to   Sansa   when   she   was   at   the   Keep.   Even   tried   to   take   her   out   of   there,   marry   her   to   Willas."   Gods   above,   if   that   had   gone   through,   they   would   be   sisters   now   and   Sansa   would   have   been   happy,   the   polished    girl   she   met   barely   smiled,   and   she   feared   the   capital   had   broke   her   beyond   repair.   Even   when   she   had   ran   away   after   the   wedding   with   Joffrey.  

"Willas   is   preparing   a   host   to   accompany   you   to   the   North.   I   will   be   joining   you   as   well.   I   would   like   to   see   your   sister   again   very   much.   Not   many   are   aware   that   I   too,   survived   death."   But   it   was   better   no   one   knew   they   were   alive,   as   plans   had   to   move   swiftly   for   all   to   fall   into   place.   Her   hands   trace   the   scars   again   and   inevitably,   she   leans   closer   to   his   chest,   hazel   like   eyes   looking   back   at   his   Tully   eyes,   so   deep   as   the   ocean   and   she   tries   to   smile,   but   it   barely   reaches   her   own.   "My   brother   often   say   that   scars   are   a   map   of   our   story."

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@coldcastles asked: "Lift your dress" (MARGAERY does, DROGO ties a piece of his cloak around her leg) "keep me close to your thighs. The thought will warm us both."

There   are   traditions   in   the   Reach.   He   must   had   heard   it,   or   maybe   heard   it   from   others.   Perhaps   the   Dothraki   share   it   too,   as   it   is   not   unusual   to   cultures   share   similar   traditions   when   men   go   to   war.   But   it   is   a   nice   gesture,   now   in   her   homeland,   the   fresh   rosy   air   of   the   Reach   against   her   skin   is   the   most   welcome   of   it   all,   specially   as   she   lift   her   dress   and   he   wraps   the   cloak   around   her   thigh,   his   hands   are   warm   and   calloused   and   familiar   to   her   by   now.   Her   Khal   and   husband,   going   to   war   in   what   seemed   to   be   an   alliance   that   would   benefit   them   both,   she   had   found   herself   caring   for   the   man.  

Her   body   welcomed   him   and   despite   the   language   still   being   a   barrier,   one   that   would   break   day   by   day   with   effort   from   both,   he   was   now   doing   what   he   promised;   help   her   retake   the   crown   before   Daenerys   showed   with   her   dragons.   To   go   against   the   Lannister   host.   There   is   no   babe   in   her   belly   still,   and   she   is   aware   that   is   what   she   promised   him.   A   son,   she   hopes   he   can   see   she   is   hoping   for   it.   She   would   not   mind   a   babe,   now   that   she   is   so   close   to   get   everything   she   desired,   and   vengeance   for   her   family.

  "Here   it   is   the   women   who   give   favors   to   their   men."   She   jest,   but   men   do   the   same   to   their   women   when   married   or   betroded.   Still,   her   own   cloth   is   wrapped   around   his   hair   with   one   of   his   many   bells,   shaped   as   a   flower   for   him   to   carry   her   into   battle   and   protect   him.   She   let   her   hands   rest   on   each   side   of   his   head,   as   the   dress   pools   back   down   and   she   leans   her   body   down   so   their   faces   touches.   "Be   safe.   Return   to   me."   Margaery   whispers   in   the   Dothraki   tongue   she   been   practising.

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commited the error of watching sociedad de la nieve (society of snow) both the documentary and the netflix movie and i am in shambles.

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as i said before, i will use marg as a secondary fc but i am using yulia as my main one. and also, since i also play desmera redwyne, one of marg cousins, here are my two redheadish beauties.

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