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thethoughtsfromthreeam · 4 years ago

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The Snake in the Garden

Pairing: Modern!Obyern Martell x Modern!OC (Aliana Tyrell)

Warnings: Smut

A/N: This is a birthday gift for the amazing, loving, beautful @romanticgumchewer . She has written a beautiful Oberyn fic called Reasons Wicked and Divine and lately, has been writing head canons about a modern version of both. So, I decided to add to her little AU universe with a little something of my own. Happy birthday, Ro!

Reminder: I ain’t ever seen Pedro Pascal in FUCK ALL, I’m just coming up with this as I go along, using imdb.com, wiki, and 84,000 tabs I got open to plan out this shit. I also write soft versions of his characters so if you’re craving asshole vibes, I ain’t got any but my own to offer.

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@zeldasayer , @romanticgumchewer, @beskarss , @coolmaybelateruniverse , @the-feckless-wonder , @pascalisthepunkest , @mandoandyodito , @randomness501 , @fioccodineveautunnale [please message me to be added or subtracted]

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“Oberyn!” Aliana’s voice carried through the first floor of the house as she turned to shut the door. But when she was met with silence, she stopped. By now she could hear his voice calling back to her while the dogs nearly collided against her knees in fit of exuberance. But she stood alone in the foyer, the quiet enveloping her. Huh.

She began to wander through the house, the sunlight pouring through the windows and bathing the large rooms of her Chappaqua home in a golden haze. As she rounded the couch, a slash of color against the dark floors caught her eye. She bent to pick it up, noting the teal daisy wasn’t from any of her floral shops. As she stood, another flash of color caught her eye in the dining room, this one a golden color.

Soon she found herself frog hopping across the first floor, picking up vividly colored daisies until she held an entire bouquet of them. She found herself back in the foyer, circling around to see she could find more to add to the veritable rainbow in her hand. That’s when a beautiful lavender seemed to materialize out of the corner of her eye and she turned, curious.

Aliana was certain that flower hadn’t been on the stairs before, but there it was. As she climbed the stairs, she saw another and then another and before she knew it, she found herself at the door to the master bedroom. She began to grin, a shiver running through her belly and settling itself between his legs. He was home after all.

Oberyn leaned against the headboard, smiling to himself as he heard her heels stop outside the door. He had tiptoed through the house dropping the flowers like a sneaky Hansel until it led her to the room. The door slowly opened, and his smile became a face-splitting grin when he saw her eyes widen like saucers.

The entire room was covered in the vibrant daisies as if a fairy-like forest has sprung up in the room. Aliana slowly wanted into the space, looking around before her eyes settled on the man before her. He lounged in bed, his orange linen pants hanging off his hips almost roguishly and his white button down complexly open. The tawny skin beneath amplified the throb between her thighs, and she sauntered over to the table, where an empty vase waited for her bouquet.

She brushed a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear as she fluffed the group of flowers, stretching out the silence until he broke. He always broke first when it came to her, as if he couldn’t keep his passionate love for her inside. That it must be said so the whole world know that Aliana Tyrell was his and only his.

As if right on cue, she heard the bed shift and within two strides, he was behind her, his heat radiating off him and seeping into her bones. She closed her eyes as she leaned back into his chest, letting her head drop to his shoulder. His hands dropped to her hips and she covered them with her own, the delicacy of her fingers evident against his large ones. Fingers that have brought her to pleasure time and time again.

“Hello my thorn.” His breath whispered like a hot desert wind across her skin before his lips brushed against her. The shivers that had started behind the door were now coursing through her, ripples of pleasure that wetted her thighs and hardened her nipples. Oberyn continued to kiss lightly across her neck and jaw as one of his hands moved from his hip to her stomach.

“Don’t tease, Oberyn” Aliana hummed as she raised a hand from his wrist and threaded her fingers into his soft hair, the brown locks longer than he normally sported. She tightened her grip and he groaned, the pleasure sending shockwaves through his body. “You know I don’t like it when you tease me.”

“A little eager my thorn?” His words danced against her ear before his tongue joined in, pulling a shaky sigh from her. His smugness was wiped away when her other hand dropped between them and gripped at his aching cock. “Aliana!”

She smiled as she gripped a little hard, moving her hand just enough to let the silk of his boxers create just enough friction to tease him but offer no relief. He groaned heavily as he dropped his forehead against her shoulder. Even this light of a touch made his toes curl into the soft carpet and his even breaths turn into gasping pants.

“No more eager than you, viper.” The tone was a teasing one as Aliana continued to move her hand just enough to keep the curls of pleasure coursing through him. She smiled when she felt his hips moving and she wondered if she realized it himself. She was so sensitive at the moment, that she could almost feel his pleasure within her. Of course, she’d rather have it in her.

He must have though the same thing because suddenly he knocked away her hand and spun her around. The brown eyes that were normally so soft were pitch black and blazing with lust, matching her own blue eyes which had also gone dark. As they looked at each other, he grasped her shirt and yanked it open.

“Obyern!” She yelped before beginning to laugh, shaking the ruined top down her shoulders and to the floor. She noticed he had discarded his shirt on the bed and his skin was so inviting that she raised her hands to drag them down his chest. His eyes closed briefly before opening again. His own hands came up to her bra, flicking open the front clasp. Her breasts spilled out; the silky fabric caught on her hardened nipples.

Suddenly he grabbed her waist and lifted her up, so she sat on the table, legs splayed wide enough that he could see the scrap of silk she called panties so wet, they molded to her core. The skirt bunched up around her waist as he widened her thighs so he could step between them. She could feel his throbbing erection against her, and she bucked her hips, eliciting a groan from him as he bent his head to kiss her properly.

“My thorn, I can’t wait. I need you now.”

“Then fuck me, viper. Make me come.”

Oberyn didn’t need to be told twice as he reached between them to hook the soaked cloth to the side. As he did that, Aliana pulled at his pants, smirking when she realized he had been going commando underneath. His heavy cock sprung out, shiny with his pre-come. She grabbed him again, smoothing the liquid down the length of him before guiding him to her.

They were both so ready that he filled her easily with one thrust and she dipped her head back as she cried out. Everything about her was heightened and she could feel every ridge of his cock against her as he thrust into her. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, while propping herself up with one arm behind her. The other grabbed at his hair, fisting the strands as if they could anchor her.

Oberyn laid his hands on her hips and drove into her over and over, their pleasure building rapidly. He dipped his forehead against hers, locking eyes with her. Behind the lust that had blown out her pupils was the shimmering of the love she had for him. It excited him to know that every man that she had fucked, that she had been married to saw that love that was never for them and only for him.

The grip she had on his hair tightened further as she felt her climax began to spiral towards its bursting point. He fucked her harder, determined to make her come until she couldn’t think of anything but his cock in her cunt. Suddenly, he brushed against her exactly right and the scream she let out as she reached her apex and burst under his touch.

As she clamped down on him, he felt his own climax shatter through him and he trusted once more, letting himself come in her, until she wrung every drop from him. He dropped his head back to her shoulder, panting heavily as she dropped kisses along his neck and shoulder. Soon their breathing returned to normal and he withdrew from her, both silently mourning the loss of connection. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the table to carry her to the bed.

After she was situated against the soft pillows, he wandered into the bathroom and brought back a washcloth to clean her with. He removed the rest of their clothing and crawled into bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her. They laid together for a long time, the sun shifting until the bedroom was bathed in its early evening light.

Soon, Aliana sat upright and reached over for one of the vases of flowers next to the bed. She placed it between her legs, shivering as the cold glass touched her skin. Pulling out the reds and the yellows, she began to weave together a flower crown. Oberyn turned to his side and propped his head in hand as watched her deft fingers work, always in awe of her ability. When it was complete, she placed it on his head with a peck of her lips against his forehead.

He smiled as she made another one, picking out blues and yellows for herself, but his smile dropped as she pulled out more flower and made a third crown. When she was done, she placed the vase back on the nightstand and gently sat back, laying the new crown on her stomach.

“Who is that for, my thorn?” She looked over at him and grinned.

“For our baby, my viper.”

#Oberyn Martell #obyern martell x OC #modern oberyn #aliana tyrell #modern aliana #smut #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal smut #fanfic

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kinobasel · 4 years ago

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Produced by Iconoclast Choreographer: Charm La’Donna Assistant Choreographer: Alex Clark Commissioner: Katie Dolan Director rep: Hands London

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thepaisley · 4 years ago

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Produced by Iconoclast Choreographer: Charm La’Donna Assistant Choreographer: Alex Clark Commissioner: Katie Dolan Director rep: Hands London

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artwalktv · 4 years ago

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Directed by Vania Heymann and Gal Muggia Producer by Natan Schottenfels Director of Photography: Marcell Rev and Santiago Gonzalez VFX by: Vania Heymann and Tal Baltuch Color & Title Design: Tal Baltuch 3D Production: Yambo Studio RIG & Lobster Animation: David Beran Lighting & Shading: Yambo, Nemanja Ivanovic Additional VFX: Cinnamon vfx Sound Design: Shlomi Attias Storyboard: Maayan Shinar Edited by: Gal Muggia and Vania Heymann Produced by Iconoclast Choreographer: Charm La’Donna Assistant Choreographer: Alex Clark Commissioner: Katie Dolan Director rep: Hands London Dua Lipa Team- Stylist: Lorenzo Posocco Stylist Assistant: Juan Zenon Make Up: Samantha Lau Hair: Anna Cofone Tailor: Luis Cascante BTS: Bryan Berrios, Tyrell Hampton Artist's Assistant: Nawal Alkhedairy Transportation: Larry Vesquez Production Service Kiev: Shelter.film Executive Producer Shelter: Albert Zurashvili Line Producer Shelter: Daria Stepani 2nd unit DP: Denys Lushchyk Art Director: Misha Levchenko, Aleksey Velichko, Vlad Tymchenko Props: Rimma Medvedinska Costume Designer: Gala Sokolovska Makeup: Marta Elle 1st AD: Maria Khalpakhchi Head of bidding: Marina Karmolit Production Manager: Max Matveev Production Coordinator: Gena Shevchenko PA: Eugenia Gotska, Eugeniy Larionov Gaffer: Valeriy Butkov Focus Puller: Ilya Vartanian 1st AC: Sergey Terentyev Playback: Oleksiy Gonyailo Production Service NY: Walter Pictures EP Walter: Lia Mayer-Sommer Line Producer Walter: Courtenay Johnson Production Manager: David Duque-Estrada Production Coordinator: Lindsey Gardner Production Designer: Luke Carr Art Director: Bennett Melley On Set Dresser: Sarah Deaner Leadperson: Mercury Food Stylist/Set Dresser: Dan Normille Set Decorator: Linnea Crabtree Set build: Brad Hendrickson @ Ready Set Inc. 1st AD: Gabe Blom 2nd AD: Dave Ebel 1st AC: Carolyn Pender 2nd AC/DIT: Tom Wong VTR: Jose Segura Gaffer: Lorenzo Pace Best Boy Electric: Augustina Biasutto Electric: Alex Blum Key Grip: Danny Green Best Boy Grip: Kevin Bacon Grip: Lyon Taylor, Ben Potter Wardrobe Stylist: Aliana Galan Wardrobe Assistant: Max Levitt Hair and Makeup: Lauren Citera HMU Assistant: Mary Chipman HMU Assistant: Bri Trischitta Casting : Kate Antognini, Kristen Paladino Covid Safety Officer: Jon Leccia Medic: Emma Kading PAs: Jon Rivera, Asafe Pereira, Haley Bolen, Bryan Janiczek, Andrew Francis, Gary St. John Catering: My Kitchen Witch Shot at Samson Stages, Brooklyn CAST Alex Clark, Jessica Castro, Alec Gaston, Bryan Hernandez, Saadi Zain, Koverda Sergey, Mitskoi Aleksandr, Ignatov Mikhail, Karpenko Vadim, Dzhafarov Eduard, Peter Seprish, TJ Hoban, Allison Brooks, Ally Carlsten, Joanna Whicker, Kevin Kuh, Joseph Jones, Barbara Linton, James Cronin.

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 4 years ago

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Hey, It’s Really Ro. I promise.

I had a blog on here under the username @romanticgumchewer-deactivated20 . I went by Ro. I wrote fanfics for Mando and Oberyn Martell called Grow Old With You, Reasons Wicked and Divine, and Build a Home With You. I came up with characters named Ara Obagh and Aliana Tyrell (the baddest bitches to ever live). I came up with a ton of Mandalorian culture cause I didn’t feel like looking anything up. Spice fruit, headscarves, marriage traditions, foundling adoption process, and a bunch of other stuff. Yeah. That me.

Anyway, I’m only hopping on here for a quick minute to clear some stuff up on why I left and give some closure on Build a Home With You.

So, I deleted my tumblr first because of the toxic environment. The constant pressure to put out content. The fact that if your story isn’t a reader insert or super smutty it isn’t going to get read. I just got fed up after a while and deleted. I went solely to AO3 for a while, but everything just felt wrong. I was bored with what I was writing, I didn’t like anything I was writing, and I just didn’t feel good about any of it (or anything, for that matter, I hit a major depressive episode, y’all.). I didn’t want to disappoint anyone or make people feel like I was ignoring them, so I just deleted my AO3 as well. I still love Ara and Din and the story I didn’t complete, but I just was not feeling it anymore.

EDIT: Let me make this clear. I never wanted to include smut in anything that I wrote. I’ve struggled with the fact that I may be Asexual for years (the coming out process is hard y’all). But because I was reading what others wrote before I put out any of my own stuff, I felt like I HAD to include smut in order for the things I wrote to be read. And maybe that means I was writing this for the wrong reasons. But I felt that the story I wrote and the character I created was good and DESERVED to be read by people who like the Mandalorian. But it just....over time more and more it became something I was no longer proud of or felt was mine. If that makes sense?

But then I got an idea. An original story idea in my own world that I created that includes versions of the OCs I made for these stories. Versions of Ara, Aliana, Din, and Oberyn. I’ve never felt this much passion for a story before and it is going really well so far. I’ve always wanted to write for a living, to have something of mine published and in book stores. And I feel like this story could take me there. And if it does get there, if y’all would be kind enough NOT to mention that it was once fanfic that would be great. Please and thank you.

So now for some closure, shall we? Where I left off Build a Home With You Ara is pregnant, they live on Naboo as farmers, and Cara has just found Moff Gideon hiding out on Denon.

They go after Gideon, Ara comes long even though she is VERY pregnant. They find him, but before they can get him Ara gives birth on the Razor Crest. To a little girl named Reykha (I actually have the birth scene written out. Let me know if y’all want me to post that or not.) They fly back to Naboo and live a pretty chill life under the radar for several years. It’s not until Reykha is seven that Moff Gideon finally finds them on Naboo, but he discovers that Reykha is stronger in the force than baby yoda (freaking GROGU). So he stages an attack on the farm, Ara and Din are fighting like crazy while Grogu and Reykha are hiding in their house with Rahto. But when the fighting is over, the farm wins OBVIOUSLY, they have everyone in cuffs including Gideon. But when Ara goes to get the kids: Rahto is badly injured, Grogu is in hiding, and Reykha is gone. She storms back out of the house and tells Din Reykha is gone. Gideon overhears and laughs, looks to the sky and they see one Imperial ship flying away. They know exactly what this means. Reykha has been taken by the Empire. So in a fit of pure rage, Ara takes the black saber from Gideon (which she also fought him while he weilded against her #badass) and interrogates him with it. Asking where they took her daughter, but he never gives it away. She ends up cutting his head off with the saber. So for the next….13 or so years, they’re flying literally all over the universe trying to find her (#heartwrenching). They’ve basically given up hope, when they run into Maz again, who tells them of a brown-eyed girl she met named Rey who was strong in the force. They go searching for this Rey. But it’s not until they get recruited by the Resistance to fight against the Final Order, the battle is won, and they’ve landed back on that jungle planet at the end of the Rise of Skywalker that they finally find this Rey. Gosh, I was probably gonna cry while writing this. They step out of the Crest, they see a girl with dark brown hair hugging two men. The girl turns, sensing their presence. Ara and Din are so hesitant, so unsure. They approach the girl who begins to cry but does not know why. “Reykha?” Ara whispers, and reaches out to touch her cheek. When she does, all of Rey’s true memories come back to her, not the ones planted in her brain by Palpatine. “Mama?” Rey whispers just before the women meet in a crushing embrace. I liked to think that Din would remove his helmet in this moment, just so he could see his daughter’s face for the first time in 13 years unfiltered. And that Creed no longer matters to him. She is safe, she is back with them, he is finally free to just be Din without being the Mandalorian. So Rey hugs Din too cause that’s freaking PAPA right there BOY.

Rey FUCKING DJARIN (Obagh technically but who cares?) Y’ALL

And for an epilogue I was going to have Rey be with….some ambiguous character that was up to interpretation (could be Finn, Poe, Rose, some other person of the reader’s choice). They’re back on the farm on Naboo where Ara and Din have lived a long good life. In the end, Rahto gave them the farm as an inheritance. ANYWAY she’s on the farm with this person and Grogu obviously and…..well they’re spreading Ara’s ashes on Danilah Pond. Din has already passed at this point. They both lived to a ripe old age. And that’s how it ends. Rey with her own family living on the Naboo farm, taking care of Grogu now, training him and Finn as a Jedi, and so on and so forth.

The end.

So uh…...I guess if y’all got questions just message me, send me an anon, an ask, whatever. I love you and I miss you all.

@harleyamidala @leo-moon @adikaofmandalore @thethoughtsfromthreeam @bbygrgu @uncomicalhumour (I only tagged the people I used to talk to a lot on here......sorry if I missed anyone it’s been a while.)

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 3 years ago

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#6, #10 and #25 for the Meta Asks 💕

Ah! Thank you baby! You're simply the best!

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

I honestly have a really fun time writing DuBois. He's just so grumpy and kind of an asshole but he cares so much about the people he loves and I think that is such a great character to write honestly. But of my OCs I think I have the most fun writing Criminal!Delphia. Coming to grips with her humanity? Having to realize again and again that she feels something for Rick Flag? A criminal because she had to be, because of circumstance? I love that for her and for me.

10. How would you describe your writing process?

Chaotic lol to use a term I got from NaNoWriMo last year: I'm a planster. The steps are usually vague idea, title, general story plot summary, a more detailed plan that includes snippets of dialogue, then actually writing. But during that actually writing bit things go off the rails quickly because characters start doing things I never expected and like little things in the narrative become way more important later on and I'm just like ?????? why did I even plan this out. Ridiculous.

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

Worldbuilding! Research! I've had this one original story idea for a while that is high fantasy that I've had the time of my life researching and worldbuilding for. I've made maps, I've made timelines, I've made family trees going back generations, I've thought about the way the different cultures view marriage and have different ceremonies. I freaking love it. It's so fun. Then I think about actually writing the things and my mind is like no

Send in a fun meta ask!

#annie answers #writing asks #ive been trying to keep these relevant to fic that i have posted now #but its really hard not to think about ara obagh or aliana tyrell #my fucking darlings #i really miss them sometimes #miss that community #anyway!#these have been really fun so far!#thanks friend

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 4 years ago

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My Greatest Works of the Past Year: The Tag Game

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose five favorite works you created in the past year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in the past year. Tag as many artists/writers/etc. as you want so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Thank you very much for the tag @little-specificity

Reasons Wicked and Divine (Game of Thrones, Oberyn/OFC)

Summary: Oberyn Martell and Aliana Tyrell are long-lost lovers brought back together.

Paragraph: “I understand completely, Lord Tywin.” While the Hand began to simmer in his seat, Aliana Tyrell remained calm, expression stoic but her tone light. She knew what he was trying to do. Tywin had trained Cersei well in the art of speaking with one’s enemies. “Your respect for me is naught, therefore my respect for you is naught. You intend to abuse my house for your own gain — to pride yourself as the one to save the Seven Kingdoms from starvation. Yet, it seems, you do not understand who has given you that right of pride. You think my father is the one to persuade, to grant positions of power and mold to your own liking. My father is an idiot. A bumbling, nervous wreck since my mother’s passing. I would think, that a man such as yourself, would recognize who holds real power — and would know when to respect it.”

This story has since been deleted because it actually inspired an original work! But I'm really proud of how this fic turned out in the end, and people's responses to it were so lovely.

Build a Home With You (The Mandalorian, Din Djarin x OFC)

Summary: After the events of saving Sweet Baby Boy from Moff Gideon, Din Djarin and Ara Obagh escape to live out their days on Naboo.

Paragraph: Home — home — home a voice now screamed as she looked out over the water. Ara could feel it. The water as it came up and over her face while she and her mother played in the waves. Smiles wide and laughs echoing across the expanse. How she longed to know that woman she only saw in a half-forgotten memory. How she longed for her children to know that woman. She could feel it. The water as it came down over the top of her head while her mother gave her her first bath in years. Lips stern and love radiating from every tender touch. How she longed to know that woman who saved her, who was taken from her before she was ready. How she longed for her children to know that woman.Yet it was only here that she could feel any semblance of them. Of their motherly encouragement. Of their hope. Of their peace. Of their dreams planted like seeds against these sandy shores.

This fic has also since been deleted....but that is because this fic ALSO inspired an original work (same one as the fic previous on this list). Kinda just mashed the two things together to make one thing that I hope is at least partially good. Grow Old With You/Build a Home With You was my magnum opus, in my own personal opinion. I worked so hard on it....But I ended up getting very discouraged due to the lack of comments/reblogs.

Someone In Brooklyn Misses You (MCU, Bucky Barnes x OFC)

Summary: Bucky Barnes and Rose Rigby have been in love for as long as they can remember. But after being separated by lifetimes, what happens when they're brought back together again and one of them can't remember the other?

Paragraph: The first thing the little boy noticed was that her face was dirty. Like she had been crying while playing in the dirt and rubbed her hands on her face. Which was the truth. There weren’t many kids who lived on his street, so when he heard that the new neighbors had a daughter his age, he was impatient to get a look. The summer break from school had just started and he was rather looking forward to having someone other than his sister to play with.

This is a fic I've been reworking and rewriting since 2014! And I finally feel confident enough to post it!

Okay, so I'm only gonna do three instead of five. Sorry rules of the tag game but.....I do what I want. All the other fics I've written this year are things that I honestly am just doing for fun and as writing practice for working on my own original pieces. Maybe one day I'll have enough confidence to talk about those original works on here.

No pressure tags friends just know I love ya. @clydesducktape @thethoughtsfromthreeam

#tag game #here's some of my writing #mmmmmmmm bye

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