#it's oberyn but like ya know

[lionguarded]

❝  if you keep waiting until you’re done ‘working on yourself’ before you let yourself be with the person you love,  you’re never gonna be with them.  and they’ll find someone else who is brave enough to give them a chance to love them exactly how they already are.  ❞ Oberyn casually muses as he continues embroidering a new piece.

@ofwings-andclaws

"......thanks, oberyn. seriously, that's fan-fuckin'-tastic advice."

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silence stretched between them, the fae's words fueling a fire that'd been trying to set itself ablaze within him for a long, long time. every day with dante felt like it potentially was the last - like he'd run off to find someone else, someone more fitting - someone better, which - in all honestly wasn't going to be a very difficult challenge. silas was far from perfect, he was far from being good - far from being what a partner deserved, but he usually brushed it off by telling himself that dante, too, had his flaws & not too few of them.

but still & there was no denying that even for silas ... there would be the day dante grew tired of him, tired of pouring effort into a potentially lost cause, into someone who flinched at the sheer idea of touch - or spiraled down anxiety holes out of nowhere because of a voice that sounded a lot like sindra, or a scent reaching his nose that reminded him of the mansion. it was little things, mostly. but some days those were enough to set him off.

dante dealt with him expertly, but ... that was the fuckin' point, right? he dealt with him. it was... not fair & silas knew it. dante pushed & pushed, but silas .. he shut them down when he shouldn't, out of fear. it wasn't even that he had proper reason, it was just plain old fear. fear of getting hurt, fear of believing someone like dante could truthfully want him, fear of finding out he wasn't as special as dante made him believe he was & the fear of walking into a trap. nobody would plan a year-long capture trap for someone like fuckin' silas, but still.

...they’ll find someone else...

back to being afraid of not being good enough - because he never had been, had he? never. not for his sire - whom he never met, he'd been shunned before he was even fuckin' born, not for his mother - the day he presented omega, she wrote him off, one more child lost to the cruel fate society had in store for them, not for sindra - the tyrant to rule his life & make his every day a never-ending misery, not for his kids - because he knew he made mistakes. he wasn't the parent they deserved. how could he be enough this time? or ever. the concept so strange to him he couldn't even bear the thought of delving into the how, or why.

the person you love...

did he though? dante....had said it.... silas ran. tail tucked between his legs like he was a mutt. had fled to protect the inside of his fragile heart, terrified of finding the pins & needles holding it together taken from him - leaving him bleeding pain & praying for mother nature to take his life swiftly once again. she'd never answered his prayers, never bothered with a reply. life without dante in it unthinkable, like asking a fish to breathe on land, like ash & pikachu going separate ways - yes, he blamed sammy for watching kids tv.

he couldn't imagine life without his alpha in it, not anymore - truth be told, he knew he couldn't by the time he offered his neck. he'd never offered it willingly before. nor had he offered himself willingly. not once had he considered to do so, not... until dante.

"....i think...i do love him. i guess." he did, of course he did. he'd already fuckin' been in love with that fuckin' dumbass when he found him injured in the infirmary, had only fallen harder for him after that, but ...hopelessly in love.. he'd known he was when he found dante again in new haven, with his child. there'd been no escaping him anymore. he didn't want to. "it ain't... that easy. you know'm. he finds some other tail he fancies, what about me?" that's what it all boiled down to, wasn't it?

"i... already can't breathe when he ain't around. how am i gonna breathe when he breaks my heart?”

[mrsbrekkers]

𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒

🕊.⋆｡ what is this? me posting? that's c r a z y. long story short, my ibf convinced me to finish the first ever smut i started last year and left. now i have finished it!

with this though, my blog is now 18+! if you are under said age, please either escort yourself stage left, or don't comment about it. i cannot control your internet intake, but that doesn't mean i should know about it!

also, be nice about this because it is my first smut so ya. i am pretty proud though!

anywho!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; oberyn martell x ellaria sand x you [ no use of y/n ] 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; smut! light choking + degradation. fingering f!receiving. uses of pet names [ dove, sweetling, lover ]. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ; 1364 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ; a beautiful sunset seems to be the perfect time for a warm bath, and maybe some fun with your dornish paramours :)

SMUT UNDER CUT!

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Soft, dimming rays of the setting sun laid against the warm yellow curtains, a cool breeze brushing through the otherwise still air. A sense of quiet had enveloped the oncoming night, and you stood, enjoying the dornish sunset. Many claimed the sunsets in Dorne were among the most beautiful one could witness, and while you’d never believed it before; you certainly did now. The colors blended into a beautifully painted picture, almost amplifying the colors of the gardens below your balcony. A soft voice came from behind you, a handmaiden parting the curtains. “Your bath has been drawn, my lady.”

“Thank you, Sanira. If you could so kindly summon the prince and his paramour. Then you can retire for the night,” you said kindly, watching as Sanira turned and scurried to find who you’d requested.

Moving through the parted curtains, your fingertips followed the moving curtains, pulling them closed once more. Your soft steps followed to the bed, covered in red and the warmest of yellows, contrasting each other in an exquisite manner. Quietly, you sat, wine cup in hand as you thought of the night ahead of you. Memories leading up to tonight were vivid in your memory, demanding they be seen.

A knock came at the door, followed by the sound of quiet footsteps, but you knew those footsteps anywhere. “Oberyn, Ellaria,” you spoke smoothly, looking up at the two.

“Little dove,” Ellaria spoke first, her voice velvety as she took your free hand, pulling you lightly up to your feet. Her lips were against the skin of your ear in seconds, her fingers dancing around your waist, gently pulling apart the strings of your dress.

“Mhm?” You softly hummed, your eyes gliding over to Oberyn, who had been uncharacteristically quiet since entering the room. His fingers, though, slid the sleeves of your dress down your arms, his hands like silk against your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“We’ve been waiting for your summonings all night,” Oberyn spoke, watching the dress pool against the marble floors of the room. There was his voice, pulling you in effortlessly. You craved them both, but you knew that their hands wouldn’t travel any lower until you were seated in the steaming water of your bath.

Retracting from the both of them, your feet carried you over to the bath. The steam had surrounded the room despite the curtains allowing in the cool air of the night. It made it almost hard to breathe, and the sight of the two moments prior already caused most of the air to leave your throat.

Your eyes landed on two hands that extended, taking hold of them and stepping into the searing water. Lightly, your eyes fluttered, a hushed moan of satisfaction leaving your lips. “Dove, we haven’t even begun,” Oberyn teased, his fingers coming down to tilt your head up towards him.

“Don’t tease,” You attempted to speak, but the words came out almost incomprehensible as you descended fully into the water. The aches in your body screamed at you in delight, causing yet another slurred moan to leave your lips unwillingly.

“She’s had a long day, lover, let us only pleasure her,” a more feminine voice called to Oberyn, Ellaria now sitting in front of the tub, her fingers tracing small patterns on your skin. Your head lolled onto Ellaria’s shoulder, basking in her scent of marigolds and lilies. Tantalizing fingers then danced down your body, disappearing under the warm water.

Being unable to see Ellaria’s fingers only enhanced the feeling of them as they glided down your stomach and thighs before they finally made contact with your core, a sharp gasp falling from your lips. You’d been with the two dozens of times, but this time felt different. More intimate, and that feeling was only enhanced as Oberyn’s hand made contact with your throat, his lips meeting your own in a slow kiss.

With Oberyn’s lips on yours, you were unable to verbally react as Ellaria reached your clit, her thumb carefully beginning to work it. She knew how delicate of a process this was. How important it was to build pleasure, and oh was she an expert at it. Her thumb circled your clit, the feeling causing your pace in the kiss you shared with Oberyn to stutter. Still, you managed for the time being, enjoying the gentle pleasure that coursed through your body.

“Look at her, Oberyn,” Ellaria whispered, pulling Oberyn from your lips, his hand still resting against your throat. A silent, but intimate reminder. You felt vulnerable under his gaze, but were unable to think much of it when Ellaria pressed a finger into you, causing your back to arch slightly and a surprised moan to sound through the room, this one being much louder than your previous ones.

You couldn’t pay much mind to what Oberyn responded with, only briefly being able to make out the word ‘heavenly’ as Ellaria’s thumb began to circle your clit faster with some added pressure. You began to think maybe having the bath drawn wasn’t such a brilliant idea, because your thighs had already started to shake. “Ellaria-” your words failed you, the pleasure that coursed through you building slowly, but surely, making a promise of a deliciously warm end.

“Go on, our sweet dove, tell us what you need,” Oberyn’s voice broke through your foggy mind, his own fingers giving a gentle, barely there squeeze to your throat. The euphoric sensation that made its way through your senses caused your eyes to flutter shut. Ellaria thought this the perfect moment to add another finger, both of them curling inside you to press against that spot inside of you. The moment she did, you clenched around her fingers and managed to speak, “That! Ellaria, please…” and what was Ellaria to do other than repeat the same motion with her fingers when you sounded so pretty. Though after her repeated motion, she began to slide her fingers in and out of you, yet another moan being pulled from you.

“So needy and desperate when her fingers are inside of you,” Oberyn teased, your cheeks tinting with a rosy blush. You didn’t try to deny his words though, knowing they were all too true. Ellaria seemed to know exactly what made you tick. What would wind you up so efficiently. It didn’t help that she was dangerously good with her fingers. By now, you’d lost count of the number of times they’d been inside of you, but you did know without fail, they’d bring you to climax. Now was no exception as her thumb pressed just slightly more into your clit, the pressure and build to it perfect. Your mouth hung open, your breathing hitching, and that reaction was all Ellaria needed to know you were close. The way you were clenching her fingers was sign enough, but your expressions were what she desired to see most.

She took those moments to speed the pace of her fingers up, catching you off guard. You tossed your head to the side, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure that’d been building seemed to sneak up on you. You could’ve sworn her fingers had just begun working you, and now you were on the verge of cumming hard around them.

“Ellaria-”

“We know, sweetling. Cum around my fingers, wanna feel you,” her voice was like silk, guiding you into your orgasm so calmly, and yet, so firmly. With one more curl of her fingers, you came undone around her fingers, a cry of her name being interrupted by the way Oberyn expertly timed yet another squeeze around your throat. The pleasure that seared through your body increased ten fold, stars erupting behind your eyes as your walls clenched Ellaria’s fingers so tightly she could’ve sworn you were trying to suck her in with them.

Your orgasm seemed to go on for hours, but in truth, it’d only been maybe half a minute. Your head slumped against Ellaria’s shoulder, a soft whimper leaving your lips as she gently removed her fingers and let your thighs clench together. Your eyes grew heavy, but a soft kiss to your lips reminded you that Oberyn was still there too.

“Ah, dove, you didn’t think we we’re quite finished with you yet, did you?” t <3

[bucknastysbabe]

it's still me, sorry.

ancient rome with viserys III (he just has that twink senator build, I am telling ya)

YES TWINKY SELF IMPORTANT VIZZY III YOUR BRAIN MAKES MY GO SPLOOSH, also I took a while bc 1. Work 2. I get wayyyy too invested into research! So I hope you enjoy xoxoxoxxo

AU Bingo - Ancient Rome - Viserys III

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Imperial Rome setting, Viserys is an angry lil asshole, too much background building, aphrodisiacs, arranged marriage, pnv!sex, enemies to lovers, hate sex, they’re both bottoms they’ll figure it out later, background Jorah and Illyrio, dany living her best life!, orgy time, I hope that was a good offering to Cupid

A/N: Tumblr is full of smart people but I still marked stuff that might need a translation or explanation:)

Viserys Targaryen. The third. Bred well from a long line of Emperors. The dynasty had ended when his mad father was struck down by the Praetorian* guard meant to protect the man. He was a mere senator now, the Baratheon family forcing him into submission. Damnatio Memoriae* for Aerys and his eldest son Rhaegar.

Everyone knew you could flip a coin to decide if a Targaryen would be mad or not. Viserys, although smart and a respected senator, definitely leant towards the unwanted side of the sestertius*. Regardless, the man had enough allies to secure his position in aedileship* and keep the family estate. His little sister had been married off to some obscenely rich warlord king outside of Roman lines, further padding the man’s pockets.

He walked around like an inflated peacock with his purple striped toga, dreaming of revenge and retaking the grand palace. Not married, still young, and quite mean from all accounts. Rumors flew that he was the passive cinaedus* of his longtime Gaulish slave. But you had your eyes on the fool regardless of who said what.

Recently arrived from the ever growing Hispania Baetica*, your father, a powerful proconsul* had sent you with a retainer to find a husband. Your aunt was married to Rhaegar Targaryen, and there was a promise for your hand to Viserys.

There was a catch. Viserys was not made aware of this pact. All of the details ands plans were burnt up during the violent overthrow of mad Aerys. Greek fire everywhere from the accounts. Your sister and her babes had perished from the Lion of Rome’s horrid beast of a soldier.

Elia was gone now, you reminded yourself. Oberyn kept her memory alive much too much but you grinned and bared it. He accompanied you with his lover and only two of his many bastards. Viserys was to be hosting you all in his grand manse upon the Esquiline Hill*. He knew the power of your family and sought to gain more status.

A plethora of slaves tended to your baggage and personal goods. A fat man with a thick accent, Thracian* of sorts, welcomed you all with an ecstatic smile. “Good evening, I know you all must be weary from your travels, our busy Senator will be home late tonight and plans to sup in the morning. Please call me Illyrio, I am the steward here.”

He outstretched a jiggly arm and beckoned you all, “Come, come, dinner awaits.” Oberyn sniffed and sauntered in, viper eyes darting around suspiciously. He had become quite bitter and distrustful after dear Elia’s death. Rhaegar, a wonderful general, had found some Briton barbarian’s daughter while putting down an uprising and squirreled her away. Much to the anger of the Novantae*.

Robert Baratheon also took offense to the affair, having eyes for the same girl. Add on Aery’s madness and rising tensions against the imperial family. Well. That’s what led to now. It’s bad when the Roman army has to enter Rome. Slimy Lion of Lannister, Tywin, a once trusted Consul* and general settled the fighting quite quick. His son, a Praetorian guard, struck down the Mad Emperor.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, weary from all the travel. Dinner and chatting was a blur, Oberyn interrogating Illyrio up quite intensely about Viserys. You retired early to a sumptuous room, dreaming of frolicking in the paintings until slumber met you at last.

In the morning you had two girls attend your bathing, dressing, and other attending. You felt quite beautiful in your immaculate yellow stola, embroidered with gold. Your headband and jewelry was also gold and citrine. They smudged your eyes with kohl, painted your lips a darker color with berries. All to hopefully ensnare.

Padding to the triclinium* you readied yourself. Being a proconsul’s daughter, you knew how to behave. Hispania Baetica was extremely romanized, it wasn’t like you came from Judaea* or Asia Minor*. Your family was mostly seated, Oberyn and Ellaria looked tired. They may have treated themselves to the pleasure of Rome last night.

Illyrio beside a big man in armor and the distinct silver haired of a Targaryen graced your vision. Viserys was quite handsome, lengthy waves, strong features, and long limbs. No warrior like Rhaegar but self assured in his own right. You gave obeisance and sat down. Viserys intense lilac eyes bored into you, pretty lips curling up in pleasure.

He hummed, “Martells. You have been good to the Targaryens for many a moon. I hope the trip was fair, nice to see you Oberyn. I hope Doran is doing well.” The senator’s smile was stiff lipped and frigid.

Oberyn snorted, “The place smells of pig shit and is overcrowded. But a fine city I suppose. The streets of pleasure are wondrous. How is the usurper doing?”

An awkward hush enveloped the room. Viserys’ eye seemed to twitch. His pallid cheeks reddened, “The fat oaf is fine. The Lion does his dealings after the Arryn man passed.” Oberyn hissed, “Detestable fucker.”

You cleared your throat and gestured to Illyrio, softly stating, “I’d love to reminisce on the injustice of our past but we did not travel to Roma for nothing, Senator.” Viserys seemed a relax a smidgeon, eyes narrowing at Illyrio’s wide frame. He drawled, “Was there something not to my knowledge? As the leader of my family this could be treason.”

The big man placed a hand on his sword.

Illyrio laughed it off and boomed, “No, this is all good tidings. A proposal lost in the fire.”

“Go ahead, Mopatis.”

You nervously popped some grapes into your mouth, eyeing the silver haired man’s heady gaze. He was entranced— for what gain you did not know. Illyrio opened the scroll and read of the marriage pact hastily made after the downfall. You would marry and join Viserys’ household.

The Senator remained quiet, the guard muttering something along the lines of, “That’s a first.” Viserys finally hummed, “What will I receive if I am to marry your girl? Gold, allies, men? I will become Emperor again dear Martells. You burn with the same injustices!” A vein on his forehead twitched.

Oberyn bristled, “You will receive a handsome sum and my gorgeous niece. Have patience, little Targaryen, lest the people might think you’re madder than your father,” he sharply grinned, “Excuse me, the emperor before Robert. Damnatio memoriae is a bitch, hm?”

Viserys barked, “Quiet your tongue, red viper! I accept the girl, shall pay the dowry, but I need allegiance. My sister awaits with her warlord husband, powerful screamers on horseback.”

Oberyn settled back down with a shit-eating grin, placing his sandals on the table, throwing an arm around Ellaria. You nodded and added, “All good things come with time, Aedile Targaryen. We shall plan, and I will do anything in my power to asssist.”

He was quaking with anger, long and thin fingers almost shredding the purple edging of his toga. Illyrio hummed, “Very well, we shall have the wedding, small, and pay the dowry. Then you may return to Hispania.”

Oberyn stated, “My daughter Obara stays as her personal guard, then we shall leave in the morn.” Viserys glared at the strong woman, lips thinning in annoyance. You glanced down at your hands, quite unsure what to do with an unstable temperament.

You’d find a way, always had. Nothing cunt couldn’t fix. Unless the Senator didn’t prefer that. But that could be arranged too.

After the wedding, you felt alone and bored. Viserys had held intercourse with you once, a banal affair. Strange for a Roman, a Targaryen one at that. Obara and Jorah as you learned, were mainly your company out and about. Viserys spent most of his time on the Capitoline Hill*. Planning events and city works, whatever Aedile’s did.

One day you’d had enough. You decided to snoop around Visery’s personal quarters, he’d be in hearings all day. Illyrio turned a blind eye with a small smile. Coming to a bronzed desk you found a half-unrolled paper. Wonderfully decorated with Pan and his nymphs.

Fingering the scroll open your eyebrows raised. It was an invitation. Tomorrow night. To a secret party with masks only. It was likely to be an orgy once you placed the masks, Pan’s* turgid cock, and the syrupy invitation. Your fool husband wasn’t going to even let you know.

“Illyrio!,” you hollered.

Heavy footsteps and breathing came closer and closer. Mopatis wiped the sweat from his brow. He panted, “My lady?” Padding over to the large man you shoved the invitation toward pudgy hands.

“Was my dear husband planning on inviting me?”

He stared at you with a strange expression, mouth twitching. You held his gaze before he broke. “No. He was to go alone. Felt stifled recently.”

You snarled, snatching the invitation back, Mopatis now leaning on a doorway. You murmured, “Say Illyrio, dear steward, could you perhaps get me into this sordid soirée?” His fleshy face erupted into a smile.

“I have friends in the lowest and highest of places, I’m sure we could arrange your arrival. A surprise for your husband. I’ll have to send one of the girls to the mask maker.” Patting a shoulder you mused, “Hmm, I cannot wait to see the look on the asshole’s face.”

Jorah snorted from afar.

You gained entrance into a vast complex of gardens and smokey rooms, smelling of herbs. Petals littered the ground at every turn. You fixed your mask and stola, quite lost. You’d heard of these debauchery laden gatherings high up in the echelons of Rome.

It wasn’t like that in your household, definitely in Oberyn’s with all the boys and women he could fuck until dawn. A man with a deep voice sidled next to you, offering a goblet of wine, “Here sweet one, this brew will make Cupid himself bless you.” You took it and asked, “Where is the main gathering?”

“Follow me nymphet,” he hummed.

You downed the wine, unsure if that was a horrid idea or not. But Jorah was waiting on the outskirts in case you may need help. Citizens of Roma were fucking and kissing all over as you drew near the sounds of wailing and drums. The mysterious man hummed, “This is where the show is, where you find your lovers for the night.”

He disappeared as fast as he had met you. Eyes scanning through the fog you spotted silvery hair. Viserys was sprawled with some ladies, idly watching the erotic show on the dais. Sucking in a breath you sat on some cushions directly across from him.

Heat began to slither up your belly, the haze and glistening skin of the erotic dancers making your cunt ache. Pulling at your stola you stifled a whine, chewing on your lip under the mask. It must have been that brew that man gave you, some sort of Aphrodisiac. Venus herself must have dipped her tits in the brew, you were on fire.

Transfixed in the low hum of the droning singers, the sensual beating of the drums and the escalating cries of pleasure— you were not prepared for a rather smug voice in your ear. Yelping and sliding away, long fingers wrapped around your upper arm, jerking you close. Viserys lilac eyes were a bit hazy as he murmured, “You aren’t secretive you know that? Thinking I don’t know that you’re going through my belongings, sending my steward around.”

As his thin face began to erupt into a sinister smile you grew a bit fearful. Maybe you’d crossed the line. Targaryen’s were notoriously unpredictable. You gulped out a weak, “I apologize, maritus*, I do, please!” Viserys only smiled more and pulled you flush atop his thin hips.

“I’d prefer dominus*, my sly little Baetican,” he drawled, dragging fingertips across your overheated skin. Nosing along your slick neck he continued, “Almost as slithering as that viper of your uncle,” his soft curls tickling you issued a full body shudder and whimper.

“Dominus, I simply wished to- ah- find out what pleases you! You show me no attention,” you wheedled, overwhelmed with groping hands and wandering lips. Viserys cruelly mocked, “Dear, you were a pact, a bag of sesterces, a pretty little something that makes me look good when I get my birthright back.”

Anger seized through your veins at his callous words, shoving him off with a hiss. Viserys smug look turned to shock as he called, “I wasn’t done yet! Come back here!” You shook your head and stumbled through the clouds of burning incense, past the degenerates contorted and fucking, howling to Lūna.*

Slinking through to doors, not to make any noise, you arrived on a much quieter plaza of sorts. A fountain, some beautiful columns, and a small worship temple. Probably Venus. You ran toward the temple, seeking to hide from your vile husband.

Inside everything was painted a rosy, gorgeous color. A statue of Cupid* surrounded by candles and offerings sat at the head. You decided to sit against the wall, staring at the little cherub from the side. You filtered through your robes to throw a coin at the shrine. No one had shrines to the son of Venus*. That you knew until now.

“Strike him, will you,” you asked out loud.

Viserys. What a wretched ass. You knew this was a pact. He showed desire but nothing else. Doomed to a loveless marriage with a power-hungry maniac. You wanted to make him cry, make him hurt like you were. Throwing your mask off your hands clenched into balls of fury. Then took a deep breath, holding the tears back.

“I said I wasn’t done, now you ran off to weep?,” Viserys snapped as he entered the shrine. You stared at him coldly and replied, “No, I didn’t want to hear your vile words. I’m sure you had some great insults coming up, dominus.”

The blonde scoffed and leaned against a pink column, crossing his sinewy arms. He drawled, “Whatever, I was going to say, that you have proven yourself to be strong and dedicated. I like that. Ask me next time and I’ll take you along to my affairs.”

You crawled forward on all fours, holding his piercing gaze until you sat back in front of cherubic Cupid. Gesturing to the god you said, “I’m glad then, I have your approval dominus. Now fuck me. Prove it. Prove your power over me.”

Viserys sputtered for a second, pale cheeks blotchy. His cock was hard enough you could see it through the layers of his toga. You needed this, didn’t care if it was the Minotaur of days of old fucking you open. Anger and lust coursed in your veins, the drink wracking your system.

He mumbled under his breath and padded over to shut the doors to the shrine. Just leaving you two and marble Cupid. He knelt down in front of you, looking composed but sweat beaded along the high points of his face. You leaned back, revealing your legs and bare cunt, pulling and undoing your stola*.

Viserys sat like a dolt. Obviously he did not have the upper hand in this situation, Face getting redder and redder. You purred, “Dominus, or should I say, Caesar?” The blonde moaned softly, trembling hands undoing his expensive garments marking the man’s station. You were naked and waiting, smirking to yourself. Viserys, now just as bare didn’t move.

“How do you want me Caesar?,” you hummed with a cock of your head. Visery’s swollen prick could rival Priapus* currently, leaking and red. He rasped thinly, lips agape, “Ride me, ride me, hispanus.” Stifling a laugh at the suddenly submissive acting senator you prowled forward like a tigress, placing your jeweled hand on his pale chest, pushing the man back.

Straddling yourself across lean thighs you rolled your slick pussy across his length, moaning lowly in satisfaction. Big hands clamped down on your thighs, a strangled noise leaving Viserys’ throat. Suspiciously close to a whine.

You leaned forward to press your tits against his flat chest, breathing against his pink lips, “Caesar, why are you bowing to such a simple whore him? One from Hispania, probably not even a citizen. Tsk tsk” Viserys thrashed some, face pouty. His free hand clamped down on your neck as the blonde hissed, “This is no time to jest, your Caesar wants you to ride his cock. Get to it.”

He wouldn’t let go until you heaved for a breath, sliding onto his long cock, the protrusion deep and nestled on your sensitive upper walls. He let go, hands now groping your breasts, that irritating look back on his face. You coughed wetly, sucking in breath as you clumsily began the first few thrusts, but it felt wonderfully divine.

Your pussy, lips, and nipples were hypersensitive and swollen, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting off over your body. You rode harder, seeking more and more. Viserys gasped, “Gods, fuck, you’re different tonight.” Slapping him across the cheek while simultaneously squeezing his turgid length made the made shout, eyes fluttering.

“I may be your, hng ohhh, wife, b-but I can be your equal! Fah-fucking lackwit! Jaehaerys and Alysanne ring a godsdamned bell?” Your cunt grew slicker and slicker with your arousal, sweat rolling down your back, between your bouncing tits. The small shrine was growing warmer, the sounds of fucking echoing in the small temple.

Viserys mewled hungrily around your chest as you reached back to grab his overfull balls, squeezing ever-so gently. His eyes flashed open, mouth opening and body arching as he cried your name passionately. He managed to string together a broken sentence, “I- Ifffff- you beast, keep it up, ah Cupid you little shit! I will rethink my behavior!”

You plastered yourself to the man, luridly slapping your plush hips against him, moaning uncontrollably. Viserys was right along with you in pitch, desperately jerking his wonderful cock into your needy cunt. Sloppy sharing lips you growled, “Good boy.”

Your foggy mind expected another bout of anger.

No. Viserys outright whimpered and seized your lips, skinny arms holding tight as he planted his feet and pounded your cunt. He licked into your mouth, tongues dancing together in a style much older than Rome ever was. The senator caressed and sought to drive himself into you, besides his cock of course.

Pulling free from slobbery lips you rasped, “You like that? Dominus just wants to be my good boy? Ah-ct like one and I’ll give you ah-ah-alll the praise you want oh pretty silver!” He nodded fervently, lilac eyes searching your own, whimpering unintelligibly.

His blunt cock head was massaging your most tender spot, driving you to grab Viserys hand and guide it to your swollen Pearl. He picked up easily, eyes lidded with heavy satisfaction at your carrying on. You began to shake, the pleasure heightening to the realm of the gods.

“Ah! Caesar, Viserys, Dominus! I’m gonna,” you convulsed and crumpled atop of him whining when your clit was rudely pinched. Another one wracked your frame when a flood of hot spend filled your warm cunt. You babbled deliriously in your own dialect, Viserys panting and heaving through his heavy unload.

Flattened atop of him now you warily eyed Cupid, little cheeks puffed as he smiled. With a scoff and a residual tremble you said, “I did pray he would strike us. Not sure if it’s love, but I felt the lust.”

Viserys hummed gently, carding fingers through your sweaty curls, “He might have mad contact, I would kill any other woman this brash. Take that as a compliment, you are quite special my baetican vipera.”

“I’ll take it. Do you think our fucking was a good enough offer?”

He barked a laugh, stealing your lips for a peck, “Very much so. We should built a shrine in the manse.”

Translations/Explanations:

* Praetorian Guard: Guard of the Imperial family, Caesar, and special agents

* Sesterce: Roman Coin 1/4 of a denarius

* Denarius: silver coin

* Aedile/Aedileship: Senator of public office, Job that involved maintenance of Public buildings in shape and regulation of public festivals. Also keeping city life in order and that needs are met.

* Cinaedus: Male willing to be the passive partner in a homosexual relationship

* Hispania Baetica: Third province of Spain. Rich and romanized, they are citizens of Rome. Eventually brought up now named cities of Cádiz, Seville, Cordoba.

* Pro-consul: Governor or military commander of a province

* Esquiline hill: One of the seven hills of Rome. A upper class residential district.

* Thrace/Thracian: Area of people spanning between Bulgaria, Greece, and Turkey.

* Briton: Roman conquered England

* Novantae: powerful Celtic tribe in the north of Briton.

* Consul: Highest senate position, has the emperors ear

* Triclinium: a dining room with couches on three sides and a table.

* Capitoline Hill: Name says all they be doing government shit up there

* Pan: Greek name for a forest god with nymphs. A horny goat okay

* Cupid: God of lust/love, son of Venus

* Maritus: Husband

* Dominus: Lord, master, owner

* Caesar: Emperor

* Venus: goddess of beauty and love

* Stola: Women’s dress at the time, feminine version of the toga

* Priapus: Fertiliy protection god known for his HUGE DONG

* Hispanus: From Hispania

[freakrenaissance]

FANFIC REC MASTERLIST!!!!!!!

It's gonna be quite the undertaking....it'll probably take me a few weeks...but I thought I'd use the remainder of Valentine's Day for a true labor of love.

Still plugging away!!! Thanks so much to all who have liked & reblogged this monster of a list! I won't stop til all my faves are saved here...these masterpieces deserve it! (Check the bottom of the post for the date/time of latest update)

I'm gonna start categorizing alllll the juicy fanfic I'm collecting, so it's easier for me & my tribe to finds what we needs.

The artistry. My goodness. The hellsite we're all addicted to doesn't always show us the goods (tags, searches...you're still left wanting), so, it's high time i created my own card catalogue

I'm going to tag all my lovelies, my faves, & try to categorize them accordingly. Bear in mind, I'm NOT Tumblr savvy, even though i've been on this site for YEARS, so if you take issue with anything, please, POLITELY let me know. Also, if you don't wanna be a part of my lists, feel free to shoot me a message, & I'll remove ya, np ;)

Enjoy!!! & Please, like, share & REBLOG!!!!!!!! & remember: HEED ALL WARNINGS! ALL FICS ARE RATED E, UNLESS OTHERWISE INDICATED

THERE BE BOTH SMUT & FLUFF AHEAD....IF YOU'RE HERE, YOU SHOULD BE OVER 18!!!!!!

Pedro Pascal Characters

Pedro is my love. Has been since before that dark day In King's Landing ...These are the fics that I can't live without:

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin

Fic Rec Lists:

Din - @amorevolousfaith

First Class to Tatooine - @mandosmistress

multi part fic that has made the wait for season 3 an absolute JOY! Fills in every gap in the most delicious ways

Look - @omgreally

one shot - Touch-starved din, making me weak

Dosed - @absurdthirst

one of my all time favorite sex pollen fics!!! sooo delish

Hard Candy - @ezrasbirdie

possessive, bodyguard Din. Need i say more?

You became all the things I wished for, all the things I hoped - @charnelhouse

This entire series! Domestic din at his FINEST

Shared (ft. Paz Vizsla) - @javier-pena

delicously depraved, & exactly where i wanna be. lil dark...mind your warnings. but, omg, what a fave,,,,i've read this so many times! lol

Tattoo My Heart - @mandosmistress

I loooove this fic! our favorite bounty hunter, getting all tatted up & being sexy...I've read this countless times...definitely a fave

i’ve flown too close to the sun - @charnelhouse

One of my all time favorite Din series! That's it. That's the rec. Go check it out immediately!!!

Tie Me Up, Hold Me Down - @mandosmistress

younger din, showing off his knot-tying skills. Dominant & delish

Ner Yaim (My Home) - @dindjarindiaries (G)

A rare bit of fluff. Domestic DIn is my jam...this is adorbs

Carry Me To Safety - @221bshrlocked

More of Din & a lil lactation. this is a series, & I highly recommend going back & reading the whole thing (I'm about to start it all over again) this gem has it ALL

Lord Mandalore - @babybugwrites

Teasing the king in public...ill advised :) Smut ensues. Sign me up!!!

Chemical Feelings - @absurdthirst

One of my all time favorite sex pollen fics! (I should probably just make a whole sex pollen list lol)

Bred - @absurdthirst

One of the best Alpha Din fics in the galaxy. Including shenanigans from our favorite lil baby green bean.

Stuck - @omgreally

Trapped in a small space with our bounty hunter. What's the opposite of claustrophobia? This is one of my faves to reread right here

Marcus Moreno

Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Take Care of You - @whiskeynwriting

Edging Frankie. Sooo perfect

View - @say-al0e

Long distance lovin with Frankie

Ezra (Prospect)

A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop (T) - @oonajaeadira

Bookshop owner Ezra. I think thats nuff said <3

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

Oberyn Martell

Marcus Pike

Pizza Comes Third - @whataperfectwasteoftime

Marcus finds your nipple clamps at work...then dreams come true lol,,,i love everything about this gem

Good to Know - @221bshrlocked

New Boyfriend Marcus. Size & age difference kink...sooo sweet!

Javier Pena

Dieter Bravo

A Little Like Strip Poker - @mandosmistress

DIrty, & delicious Dieter at his FINEST! The first Dieter fic I ever read, & still one of my faves

Hubris - @javier-pena

A lil hate sex with asshole Dieter. I adore this (every) version of him

In The Script - @the-fic-baker

Running lines with cocky, asshole Dieter. Love this! lol

Measurements - @boliv-jenta

Working on set with asshole Dieter...Gotta go reread every part of this!

Mr. Ben / SNL Pedro

Maxwell Lord

Joel Miller

"The Thief"

Pero Tovar

David York

'Aw, why are you shy now?' - @danidrabbles

I think this was the first time I ever read a Dave fic, & Omg, i was instantly hooked. So intense & delish

Javier Gutierrez

Chris Evans Characters

Oh, Chris. Yes, captain, my captain. It truly is America's ass :) These fics vary in their intensity...be forewarned. There's something very saucy about seeing the golden boy all tarnished ;)

Steve Rogers (AU)

Silent Whispers (i) - @bonky-n-steeb

Lumberjack Alpha!Steve. I need him to be real :P Completed trilogy!

Captain America

Curtis Everett

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Lloyd Hansen

Andy Barber

Chris Evans RPF

Sebastian Stan Characters

The winter soldier is the part of a lifetime...but i'm still salty that the mcu stole him from once upon a time. He was a sexy ass mad hatter. gotta find all the jefferson fics!!!

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

honey, there is no right way (i) - @bonky-n-steeb

Sugar daddy, mob AU Bucky. This has so many layers of awesomeness, I can't even begin. Just go read it :)

nothing holding me back - @bonky-n-steeb

Alpha Bucky being sooo sweet & sexy! Roomies in Love!!!

A Proper Welcome - @navybrat817

More Alpha Bucky, with a special guest...this is one of my faves!

no sweeter innocence - @bonky-n-steeb

Another fave! Dom Bucky corrupting Tony's daughter....sooo yum!

Dinner and Diatribes - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

A dark, regency AU for your pleasure..this is a stunning series!

Whiteout - @dilemmaontwolegs

Oh, to get stuck in a storm with Bucky Barnes...Let it snow, baby!!!

Make You Mine - @bonky-n-steeb

Alpha Bucky, all emotionally wounded...until he takes what he deserves. omg, I love this fic!

None Like You - @bonky-n-steeb

Football (soccer) player bucky, being all dominant in the locker room. this baby is delish. & i love his character in this!! It's a series...settle in :)

I'm a Fiend & You're All I Need - @bonky-n-steeb

Getting hubby Bucky to go harder...an embarrassment of riches lol Dominant Bucky deliciousness

Nick Fowler

Trust Me - @navybrat817

A lil Dominant Nick, with a sprinkle of feels. SO delish

Jefferson / The Mad Hatter

Oscar Isaac Characters

Mercy. I fell in love with this marvelous actor before i even knew what he looked like! I still can't believe he was apocalypse in x-men. & then you get a look at him?! Good gravy. Him & my hubby pedro together. My dreams have come true.

Poe Dameron

Santiago Garcia

Tom Hiddleston Characters

This one was a sleeper lol...out of nowhere he attacked me with those cheekbones & that accent....very friggin Loki

Loki

Jurassic Park Characters

One of my first fandoms EVER! I cut my teeth on dinosaurs, just like a normal kid....then things got nastay! lol Sometimes i'm in the mood for the OG, sometimes i want Owen & Claire. Here's a collection of my faves.

Owen Grady & Claire Dearing

Maisie Lockwood

Alan Grant & Ellie Satler

Ian Malcolm

Bridgerton

Doctor Who (These will mostly involve my river)

Right Person, Wrong Time - 11 x River Song - @mnemosyne-musing

Sugar Baby with Your Champagne Eyes - 12 x River Song @mygalfriday

Miscellaneous Characters:

My Love is Vengeance - Bruce Wayne- @charnelhouse

(more coming sooooooon. gtg back to orders, & i'm very tired. stay tuned for more updates!!!)

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[atopvisenyashill]

how differently would've events between tywin and aerys gone if aerys was madly in love with tywin and not joanna? assume tywin is still heterosexual but whether or not he's willing to suck dick for house lannister is up to you.

first of all, aerys gets really mean with joanna really quickly. i think he's insanely tacky when she dies and this is ultimately what causes tywin to leave. but before that....

like do i think tywin would suck dick for house lannister? no, i think he's too weird about sex to do something like that. i do think he might imply he would be willing to suck dick for house lannister, and i do think he'd be willing to have a parade of pretty blond men in aerys' bed to keep him happy. which, make no mistake, this is still a sexual dynamic, because tywin is picking out men that look like himself for aerys to fuck, and aerys is imagining they are tywin and then they sit across each other at the small council meeting and talk about taxes.

i do think there’s a shot aerys doesn’t go super insane as quickly because he’s more persuadable? more willing to let tywin take the lead. but it’s also like. at a certain point, it must get grating that everyone is taking knocks at him and complimenting tywin. probably, the beginning of his reign is much more stable, and while the defiance could still happen - with their relationship detiorating slower but who wouldn’t try to take advantage of their gay king getting snippy with his bestie lol - i think it’s not impossible aerys clings to tywin? like, oh our fighting was what gave them an in, you can’t ever leave me or my entire line will end, essentially trying to put tywin into the same closed up situation he has viserys and rhaella in. it’s just that at a certain point a man has DIGNITY ya know and tywin doesn’t like being laughed at. once things go from “lmao tywin is practically aerys’ dom” to “oh tywin is the king’s lovaaaaaah” i think tywin starts getting annoyed. and while he’s doing this, rhaegar is of marital age, in a constant depressive fugue state because he read a prophecy he thinks is about his kids.

anyways, they’d absolutely have a hugely public breakup and now everyone knows aerys is silly and gay, and rhaegar is embarrassed. southron ambitions is still happening bc they’re all like “oh so he’s crazy AND he takes it up the ass?? NAH” (remember how shitty jaime is about oberyn being queer 😭😭). but aerys is a different kind of crazy. post crazy situationship breakup kind of insane. i wish i had a canonicly messy gay king to point to but alas. irl historically, these situations do not turn out well in the end tho lol. probably king’s landing is better off, if aerys hits on a madness that doesn’t involve the fire pots ? altho…maybe he has a “if i can’t have you no one can” approach and kl is still screwed. i think the question is what’s rhaegar doing here. how does rhaegar feel about his dads shenanigans? is he campaigning based on “i’m so heterosexual look i had a kid already and i once went a full week without talking to my male besties bc i have normal boundaries?” while joncon weeps silently in the corner?

[mummer]

When people describe asoiaf as grimdark it makes me tear at the wallpaper. Do you think that label is from a misunderstanding of the text/only a surface level reading, or the way got portrayed the books?

i mean, on one hand, i get it. there ARE parts of asoiaf that are very deeply nihilistic and cynical. especially compared with other mainstream fantasy. it became really trite to associate got/asoiaf with constant character death… but it IS a departure from the standard! maybe you’d get a mentor or supporting figure dying, your obi wans and boromirs, but ned, cat and robb, oberyn.. these are shocking moments for a reason lol. they ARE subversive! and quentyn and tyrion in adwd in particular feel truly angry and pessimistic. there’s plenty of grimness and darkness to mine from. But firstly, there is…. nothing wrong with being “grimdark”! it’s not wrong to refuse to write about utopias, or to be ultimately cynical and pessimistic about human nature, or for characters not to get what they (as decided by the ~ultimate morality~ of the author) “deserve”— aka the ultimate building block of tragedy. i want more angry art, more art that makes you miserable! sometimes the world does feel hopeless lmao like it’s okay to wallow in the darkness of the human soul or whatever!! asoiaf is not as a whole grimdark, but if it was, that wouldnt be an immoral way to write! (and i dont think GOT is even that much more grimdark than the books— its problem is that it is.. extremely badly written, not that x character didnt get y happy ending therefore it is bad 🤷🏻‍♂️)

i probably dont need to reiterate why it ISNT grimdark— theon adwd, sam, brienne, et cetera, you know the gist. better writers than me have talked about this. i think it’s a bit troubling that a story can get a dismissive response just for genuinely being interested in the whole ugly picture of human experience lol. idk if it’s YA brain or ted lasso kindnesscore or what, and maybe it’d be dismissive to attribute it just to that. but tbh, i dont think the people who write those 50k note posts on here or twitter about how asoiaf is ontologically evil for portraying a broken world have actually read the books at all. there’s plenty of ways to engage in actual criticism of the series if you wanted to. but they are really not interested in having a conversation about themes and stuff, they just want an easy dunk ❤️ so whatever

[sirenascelestiales]

post your favourite/wildest asoiaf crackships and tag blogs you think can match the energy

thank you @martellspear for the tag 💜

tagging @atopvisenyashill and @joanna-lannister for what i'm sure are wildly different takes

honestly jon x sansa was a crackship when I started shipping a decade ago, so there's that one, struggle to think of it as something that will be canon cause i mean ... siblings

I also really liked the idea of Robb x Dacey and Robb x Margaery a million years ago (couldn't find Robb/Dacey and I have no talent to manip anything)

A crazier one is probably Oberyn x Cersei. I'd love to know what they would have gotten up to.

in general not a crack shipper, so there ya go 😊

[wheresarizona]

Nothing Sweeter

summary: Oberyn’s in town, and you’re dropping everything to see him. 

rating: E (18+!! This is smut. Unprotected p in v (wrap it up), oral sex (f receiving), creampie (it’s Oberyn), breeding if you squint (Oberyn, again), it all happens against a window, so semi-public sex, (1) bite, dirty talk, praise, feelings)

pairing: Modern!Oberyn Martell/f!reader

word count: 2300+

a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for @s-stark, who requested Oberyn Martell and “I want to fuck you right against this window so everyone can see how good you take it.” This is a modern au. Oberyn and reader are winemakers, and I did my best. Ya girl did a lot of googling, so I apologize if I messed up anything. Imagine this is the GOT universe but modern, so there’s still Dorne and Westeros. This is my second time writing Oberyn, so please be gentle. Shoutout to @juletheghoul, who did a quick look over. Any mistakes are my own!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs appreciated!

Masterlist

You weren’t dating Oberyn Martell, but you were definitely more than just friends. Friends with benefits didn’t accurately describe your relationship either. Fuck buddies seemed too impersonal. Lovers, maybe.

There really wasn’t a name for what you had—two people so in love with each other, who fit so perfectly together and would drop everything to see the other at a moment's notice. That was the thing, though, if you both lived in the same city, or hells, the same country, there could be more than whatever this was, which was you throwing all of your plans for the weekend out of the window because Oberyn was in town on business. 

You’d met five years prior at a winemakers conference, the best from all around the world meeting up for a week to discuss the industry. You’d just taken over a lot of duties from your father, and it had been the first time you’d gone. You met Oberyn, sparks flew, and next thing you knew, the conference was forgotten, and you’d gotten very familiar with the inside of his extravagant room.

It had been the start of something, the two of you meeting whenever you could, talking and texting whenever you couldn’t. You’d both fallen in love, but the timing had never been right, the two of you too focused on work. 

He told you on the phone he was staying in some swanky hotel downtown—which made sense; it was Oberyn, after all, living his life of luxury as a co-owner of one of the most prestigious wineries in the world. It hadn’t surprised you when you found yourself exiting the elevator of said hotel into the penthouse suite. 

Oberyn was waiting for you, dressed in black slacks and a beautiful yellow patterned sweater, smiling broadly.

“My love,” he greeted, taking long strides to get into your space, his large palms coming up to cradle your cheeks as he looked at you lovingly. “I’ve missed you.” 

“I missed you, too,” you replied, your hands landing on his waist.  

He kissed you then, tenderly, softly, until he needed more and deepened it, swallowing your moan as your tongues moved together in a practiced dance. Arousal was pooling in your belly, feeling your panties becoming wet, knowing what was to come. 

Oberyn tasted like wine—a red, something with a powerful fruit character, spice, and some acidity—Dornish Red, you thought. 

A hand slipped down your front, palming your breast over your dress, his lips moving along your jaw and down your throat, making you moan when he sucked at the skin. 

“Dornish Red,” you panted. “A newer vintage, though you tried to trick me into believing it was older. I’m almost positive it’s from the year we met—you worked magic on that vintage getting the tannins to weave so seamlessly it makes it seem years older.”

You were very familiar with the wines he made and other competitors. You were an oenophile—a wine connoisseur—you loved making it, too. 

He chuckled, head lifting to look you in the eye. 

“There’s no tricking you, my love.” He kissed you. “Now, you taste extra sweet. Ice wine, no? From the fruit and citrus, I’d think Essos, something from Braavos. But the bodiness of the grape tells me it’s Northern—you made it. You’ve gotten adventurous, darling. Tell me you brought a bottle.”

You grinned. 

“Of course,” you said. “In my purse,” your head tilted down to indicate the bag hanging on your shoulder. 

Oberyn immediately pulled it down your arm and set it on a nearby cushioned chair. 

“We’ll have a glass after I’ve gotten my fill of you. Nothing sweeter than the taste of your cunt on my tongue.”

Your core throbbed at his words. 

“Gods, Oberyn,” you moaned. “I’ve missed you.”

“And I you.”

His mouth was back on yours, hands all over your body, groping your breasts, then moving to your ass. They went up, expertly undoing the zip of your dress. You grabbed at the hem of his sweater and pulled it up, Oberyn lifting his arms to help you get it off, the garment being tossed aside. Quickly, your dress was shed, his pants were removed, leaving you in your lingerie, and him completely naked except for the gold necklace hanging around his neck. 

“A goddess,” Oberyn mused as he took in the red lace, eyes roving all over your body. “Better off, I think.”

He kissed you again before he stripped you of the rest of your clothes, his mouth finding yours again as he started walking you through the suite. 

The living room boasted floor-to-ceiling windows, offering views of the streets down below and other skyscrapers. The sun had already gone down, and the city was alive with the lights glittering brightly outside. 

Your back hit the glass, warm on this summer evening, his hands moving down your body, palming your breasts, before one was trailing down to the apex of your thighs, his mouth still on yours. 

He slid two fingers through your slit, making you moan as he felt your wetness. 

“Already wet for me,” he murmured against your lips. He circled your clit, shooting a jolt of pleasure through you. “I need to taste.”

He kissed along your jaw, down your throat and chest, laving at your nipples, before he continued lower, crouching in front of you. His hand grabbed one of your legs, lifting it, bending your knee to set on his shoulder and open you up to him. 

“Look at that,” he said, rubbing his fingers through your folds. “Perfection.”

Your eyes were on him, watching as he leaned in, gasping when you felt his tongue against your sensitive flesh. 

Oberyn was a generous lover, the kind of man who loved to give and made every encounter an experience you’d never forget. He knew what he was doing. He’d done it enough times, with many, many different partners, that he could take you apart in a record amount of time. 

He licked away your slick, sliding his tongue through your slit before he pulled your clit into his mouth and sucked, making you tremble. He worked his mouth and tongue, licking and sucking, causing that coil in your stomach to wind tighter and tighter, moaning as he built you up. Your hands were in his hair, holding on as he worked you over, his nose nudging against your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

The coil finally snapped, and you came, pleasure coursing through your body as you moaned his name, trembling on a shaky leg, his hands keeping you up. He worked you through your high until he was moving out from under you, rising and kissing the breath from your lungs, making you moan as you tasted yourself on his lips. You could feel him hard against your stomach, and you ached for him. 

“Tongue as talented as ever,” you mused, voice muffled, as he continued to kiss you. 

His hands moved down your body to grab your ass. 

He pulled back to look at you with a smirk. 

“Let’s see if other parts are still as talented,” he replied. 

He moved quickly, stepping back to spin you, pressing your front against the pane of glass. Oberyn moved so he was flush with your back, grinding his hard cock against you, feeling his necklace cool against your skin. 

“Here?” You gasped. 

He leaned in his mouth against your ear. 

“I want to fuck you right against this window so everyone can see how good you take it, my love.” He nipped at your earlobe. 

You moaned, at his words, cunt clenching hard around nothing. The anticipation was swelling up inside of you, feeling your arousal coating the insides of your thighs. 

“Please,” you gasped. 

“Anything for you,” he purred. 

He was moving, stepping back a little and grabbing your hips, pulling them with him, his hand smoothing over your spine to bend you forward, your upper body and hands resting on the glass. 

You felt his hard cock slide through your folds, wetting himself, and then he was notching at your entrance, and you both moaned as he pushed in, the size of him splitting you open. 

Even after doing this countless times before, it still took your breath away with how he stretched you open. He bottomed out, and you felt so full, clenching around him and making him groan. 

“I’ve missed this,” Oberyn said, voice deeper. He leaned forward to kiss your shoulder, his hands holding your hips. “Take me so well.” 

“Move,” you moaned. 

“With pleasure,” he replied. 

He started slow, moving in and out of you, not wanting to rush anything, allowing you both to just enjoy how good it felt. Your mind was a haze of pleasure as he filled you over and over again, his cock sliding against spots that had the muscles tightening in your abdomen, working you up as you moaned and praise spilled from his lips at how good you felt. 

Oberyn knew your body—knew you needed more to get you to your peak. He sped up, long, hard strokes that had your mind blanking, only focused on how good he was making you feel. You were winding tighter, hearing the slap of his hips and the wet sound of your pussy taking him, Oberyn grunting as he moved in and out of you. 

You were getting closer, could feel yourself close to shattering. You were gasping out moans, toes curled, a sheen of sweat all over your body. It was heavenly, loving every moment of having him inside you and being reunited. 

He moved in closer to you, his hips continuing to move, as his hand went to your front, and down to your center, circling your clit with his fingers. His mouth was at your ear, panted breaths tickling it. 

“Are you going to come, my love?” His words coming out breathy and raspy. “Are you going to soak my cock and squeeze me?” You moaned. “I know you’re almost there,” his fingers sped up. “Come for me.” 

That was it. You were coming with a shout of his name, cunt clenching hard, feeling yourself gush around him. Euphoria washed over you, tingling through your limbs, as you felt like you were floating, Oberyn the only thing keeping you standing. 

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” He kissed your shoulder. “I’m going to fill you with my come, make you drip with me,” he groaned. 

“Yes,” you moaned. 

He started chasing his own high, hips moving faster, his lips on your spine, hearing him grunting with the exertion. It wasn’t long that you felt teeth sink into your shoulder, his hips grinding as he came with a deep rumbling groan you could feel against your back. He spilled inside you, painting your insides as he kept moving, fucking it as deep as possible, until he finally stopped, his lips moving over your skin, kissing you while his hands rubbed along your sides. 

It took you some minutes before you could speak. 

“Your cock is as talented as ever,” you said, the sound coming out breathy. 

He laughed, his hand coming up to turn your head, leaning in to kiss you at the odd angle. 

“I’ll take you to bed and show you just how talented it is,” he said, looking you in the eye, his gaze showing the promise. 

“I hoped you would.” 

“First, I  must tell you something, my love.” 

You frowned. 

“Post-sex confessions? I’m worried.” 

“No, no, this is good news.”

“Okay..?”

“I’m retiring, of sorts.” 

“You're forty-five.” 

He frowned. 

“It wounds me to hear it said out loud.”

“Oberyn, you’re still young and my god, you fuck like you’re in your twenties.”

That made him smile. 

“A talented cock, you said.”

“And tongue,” you added. “While we’re at it, your fingers deserve some recognition, too.”

He moved a hand to your breast, rolling a pebbled nipple between said fingers and making you gasp, eyes closing for a moment. 

“Mmm, yes, my fingers, too.”

“Oberyn,” you looked at him. “We’re getting sidetracked. What did you need to tell me that couldn’t wait for us to be in a location that wasn’t me naked and against a window?”

“Right, sorry, darling.” He gave you a sheepish smile. “I’m stepping down from my position at the winery for Doran’s daughter, Arianne, to take over. I’ll be more of a mentor for a few years, only helping when needed, and then I’ll fully retire.” 

Your lips turned down in a frown, stomach beginning to twist. 

“So, you won’t be traveling?” 

If he didn’t travel, you wouldn’t see him.

His eyebrows furrowed. 

“You are not understanding.” 

“Then explain.” 

“Work will be no more, and I can be with you. Go wherever you go,” he smiled. 

Your eyes rounded.

“What about the girls?” You asked. He had his daughters. 

“The older four are busy with their own lives, and the youngest split their time with Ellaria and me. They’ll be with me some of the time—is that okay?

He looked a little nervous, and you didn’t know why. You’d met his children on multiple occasions and loved them, dearly. Ellaria had even welcomed you with open arms, quite literally. They’d separated the year before Oberyn, and you met but still remained good friends and co-parents. 

“Of course, that’s okay, Oberyn. I love them—you’re a package deal.” 

He smiled brightly, and it took your breath away. 

“I love you,” he said. 

“I love you, too. Wait, does this mean we’re dating?” 

His eyebrows knit together, a confused look on his face. 

“Is that not what we’ve been doing?” 

You laughed. 

“In our own way, I guess. It was a silly question.”

There’d been no one else since Oberyn, and you had a feeling there’d be no one after, either, because he was it for you. 

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Ned was there when Lyanna died in Tower of Joy. He even fought with the guards of Rhaegar to meet with his sister. Yet Ned never think bad about Rhaegar. Oberyn and Doran were shown to have no single thought on Rhaegar humiliating their sister Elia. Only Brandon was shown to be angry for what Rhaegar did to Lyanna. I mean Ned had more thoughts on how Joffery is bad news for Sansa but no thought on Rhaegar. Is grrm deliberately doing this? If these three guys have shown their anger towards Rhaegar then maybe readers will see him a bad news. I think grrm is hiding Rhaegar and Lyanna story for Jon parentage to not get reveal early. 🤔

(continuation of this convo)

I think about this a lot too, anon. For some reason it was Oberyn who really came to mind during this chain of asks, and to my lizard brain, the omission of anger towards Rhaegar feels like an oversight on the author's part or evidence that he doesn't take the issue with Rhaegar that I do. That’s a thought that’s hard for me to even entertain as someone who has hated men for committing lesser crimes against my little sister! Obviously it makes sense to hate the perp and architect of Elia’s death and focus on them as they are alive, but Rhaegar is the one who kickstarted the events that led to Elia’s death, so ya know, hate.

As for Ned, I think this was the only quote that (to me) felt like Ned having an opinion about Rhaegar:

There was no answer Ned Stark could give to that but a frown. For the first time in years, he found himself remembering Rhaegar Targaryen. He wondered if Rhaegar had frequented brothels; somehow he thought not. (AGOT, Eddard IX)

And initially, maybe it does read like Rhaegar is being favorably contrasted with Robert. But if we opt to not assume we're to form a conclusion about Rhaegar's character from this, and instead see it as the author revealing more of the truth to us, it is clearly Martin telling us, Rhaegar wasn't given to fits of passion/lust that would send him to a brothel or say, lead him to abduct and rape a girl. Martin wants us to know that what Robert believes is the story, isn't.

That doesn't mean we're being told this is a love story though!

As more info about Rhaegar is revealed we find that learning something totally altered him, that he became wholly absorbed with the prophecy/his fate. His single-mindedness in pursuit of that meant he personally transformed from a bookworm to a warrior. That certainly leaves the door open for us to imagine he’d do other things, even bad things, outside his typical behavior.

So I’d say this is less about Ned’s feelings about Rhaegar, and more, the author trying to guide us in understanding him, telling us this guy wasn’t really distracted from his purpose. Of course it makes no sense for Ned to have that thought about a man if he believed that man kidnapped and repeatedly raped his sister. It really doesn’t. However, it does work as a hit that Robert's version of events isn’t the whole story. There are occasionally lines that I don't think fit the POV perfectly and seem more like the author inserting a thought which means I hesitate to read too much into Ned's feelings there. IMO, this is primarily something the author was wanting to impress upon as as foundation for a later revelation about Rhaegar wanting another child for his three heads of the dragon stuff.

But here's another Rhaegar mention in Ned's next chapter:

It would have to be his grandfather, for Jory's father was buried far to the south. Martyn Cassel had perished with the rest. Ned had pulled the tower down afterward, and used its bloody stones to build eight cairns upon the ridge. It was said that Rhaegar had named that place the tower of joy, but for Ned it was a bitter memory. They had been seven against three, yet only two had lived to ride away; Eddard Stark himself and the little crannogman, Howland Reed. He did not think it omened well that he should dream that dream again after so many years. (AGOT, Eddard X)

and when we pair it with this reference:

Robert had been jesting with Jon and old Lord Hunter as the prince circled the field after unhorsing Ser Barristan in the final tilt to claim the champion's crown. Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty's laurel in Lyanna's lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost.

Ned Stark reached out his hand to grasp the flowery crown, but beneath the pale blue petals the thorns lay hidden. He felt them clawing at his skin, sharp and cruel, saw the slow trickle of blood run down his fingers, and woke, trembling, in the dark. (AGOT, Eddard XV)

It is clear that there are victims to Rhaegar's actions, that other's suffer as a result of his choices, that these actions may have been pleasing to him "tower of joy," "urged his horse past his own wife," but we can read the horror in them, "for Ned it was a bitter memory," "all the smiles died."

So, even when I'm surprised at the lack of venom these men have for Rhaegar whose choices set everything into motion, and don’t think it makes sense for Ned to think of him as he does, even in the most Rhaegar-favorable reading of this we can come to, it isn't the case that we're meant to brush aside the cost of Rhaegar’s choices. It's simply that, I'm such a this or that person, I see the cost and decide Rahegar is trash, Martin is a this and that person. He can still sympathize, even finds some real tragedy (it seems) in the life/death of such a man. I mean, I still call scumbag, idiot, statutory rapist at a minimum, but I’m trying not to project.

Rhaegar could have had his reasons and believed what he was doing was right, but clearly, he was wrong. Wrong about the prophecy, wrong to prioritize chasing that rather than taking practical steps to protect the realm, wrong to implode a girl’s life when she was too young to understand all the ramifications or in a position to refuse his advances. And of course, wrong to humiliate Elia, wrong to betray a woman who had done nothing, nothing to deserve such treatment. Rhaegar was so so wrong to think that his unstable father would be able to hold everything he had fucked up together.

And yet, we have disinterest where we would expect hatred. I guess that’s why your last point is the one to hold onto:

I think grrm is hiding Rhaegar and Lyanna story for Jon parentage to not get reveal early.

Martin wants it to have impact with the reader when they finally get the confirmation of R+L=J, so everything Ned is permitted to think/feel is curtailed by what the author is willing/unwilling to divulge. That’s small comfort, but I’ll take it!

[ilikestuff69]

10 Game of Thrones (and HotD) Side Character Deaths that affected me more than they probably should have

(P.S. I don’t consider characters like Oberyn Martell, Berric Dondarion, and Talisa Maegyr as side characters so they won’t be on this list. But like, they would be on this list if I considered them side characters ya know?)

10: Syrio Forel

9: Grenn

8: Maester Aemon Targaryen

7: Maester Luwin

6: Eddison Tollett

5: Ser Barristan Selmy

4: Shrieen Baratheon

3: Ser Rodrik Cassel

2: Ser Harwin Strong

1: Jeor Mormont

[just-some-random-blogger]

Girl… you make me scream 😂 We'll see which story wins.. but if it's not the Oberyn story, maybe I'll write it for you afterwards 👀

NO CUZ BESTIE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND IM LIKE 👌 THIS 👌 CLOSE TO WRITING AN OBERYN AND DAEMON FIC TOO NAHH NAAHH FRR FRRR

I FELT KINDA ALSFHASFLKHASLFA REBLOGGING THAT POST COS I WAS LIKE WHAT IF IM ANNOYING AND I WAS LIKE OK ILL JUST BE ANNOYING ITS FINE CUZ GRRRRR BARK BARK I NEED THAT FIC

SPOILER THE FIC IS NOT WINNING AND AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVVEEE IF YOU WROTE IT NO PRESSURE YA KNOW

[brydeswhale]

A random list of weird things I read in GOT/ASOIAF fics, in no particular order:

This one where a dude decided ravens weren’t cool enough and replaced them with eagles. I know I’ve complained about this before, I WILL do so again, eagles are all eye, no brain. Pigeons can actually do the work but no one loves them I am going to use pigeons in one of my works.

The one where Robb physically assaults Sansa after rescuing her from the Lannisters because she, get this, refused to marry a Lannister. You know, the disgraced house that she was held hostage and abused by, that one. For some reason the narrative was trying to blame HER for the conflict, rather than her brother, who was trying to marry off the PRINCESS OF THE NORTH to the house he had already defeated.

The ones where Oberyn “rescues” Sansa by marrying her himself and then Ellaria is just fine with it and becomes basically Sansa’s maid/grooms her alongside Oberyn. If I had a nickel for every fic along those lines I’d read, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird it happened twice.

The one where Sansa killed her rapist(a Lannister OC) and his supposed good guy son was all mad at her, instead of just being like, “Oh, shit, my dad was a rapist, good thing he’s dead.” I’m starting to suspect this fandom has a misogyny problem.

The one where Catelyn was, like, randomly evil? You know I’m not a Catelyn fan. She is not invited to my dinners. But this one had her being all evil and stupid and decided that Barbrey Dustin(?) was supposed to be the good mom to the stark kids. It was really dumb.

The one where Arya and Sansa switch personalities and Sansa is forcibly married to Jaime Lannister and decides to just have sex with him. When she’s, like, twelve. I wasn’t going to like the fic anyhow bc it’s by that author who likes to pretend quitting a fic is the same as finishing it, but that one was really dumb.

The one where an OC sensed a “secret evil” inside Sansa and decided Sansa was OPPRESSING HER RELIGION by inviting her to a sewing circle. Bear in mind, Sansa had literally just seen the OC, smiled, and invited her to hang out. Amazing. Simply amazing.

There are a lot of fics out there where Sansa randomly decides she was wrong and she IS a warrior with sword after all, and they just make no sense and bother me so much.

There’s this weird thread going thru certain pieces of fandom where they seem to think the problem with book/season 1 Arya is that she doesn’t just submit and become a little tradwife, rather than the fact that she’s an obnoxious little jerk who throws tantrums and treats the people around her unkindly for no reason. Like, there’s a lot to criticize about Arya, but her rejection of traditional gender roles isn’t one of them.

Presumed incompetence. It’s so weird, but despite the narrative having to go out of its way to kill Robb, capture Sansa, do the whole Arianne plot goes wrong thing, etc, etc, fandom seems to have taken this stance that the Starks and the Martells and the other “good guys” are somehow incompetent and stupid for, ya know, having ethics.

Presumed competence. Tywin is a bad lord, father, brother, and son. Danaerys is a literal slaver who only alters her trajectory when she can’t afford the slaves she wanted to buy, as well as a self deceptive hypocrite. Yet many fics out there would have us see both of these different sides of fascism as somehow pragmatic and heroic. In reality, they’re both shitty at their jobs, and even Danaerys is, while sympathetic, not a particularly good person.

Presumed Ned Stark good guy. Ned is a complicated dude, despite fandom’s large dismissal of him as a “too good for this sinful world” tragic hero, and I wont argue that he definitely will do the right thing if presented with an opportunity(unless the right thing involves treating his eldest daughter with actual care and consideration). However, this is also a guy who lives in a country with a large slave soldier penal colony made up of mostly non-violent property crime offenders, who plays favourites amongst his children, and has not only held a teenager hostage since the boy was a child, but also forces him to attend what basically amounts to rehearsals for his own murder. So, yeah. He’s complex.

The idea that the old gods are superior to the new is kind of straight up disputed by the books, yet fandom keeps churning out fic after fic where Sansa(and it’s almost always Sansa despite the fact that she canonically worships both sets of gods) repents of her sin of coming from a multi religion family and turns completely to the old gods. Which is just dumb. They both kind of suck in different ways.

[firsttarotreader]

If he sleeps with everyone on the show, he’s in / I know Pedro said that his contribution to his character in The Bubble was in the clothing department but after today's quote I am starting to wonder if the slut part of Dieter ("wanna have sex with me?" ya know?) wasn't his idea too 🤔😂

I’ve always thought that was his idea for Dieter too. I mean, this guy literally said he is capable of fucking everything that moves like Oberyn in his imagination, why not add that fantasy to his character? 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[atopvisenyashill]

So the latest mad thing I've seen on reddit is people claiming that, had Laenor lived, Vaemond would have attempted to usurp Laenor (if Corlys was on his deathbed) due to his sexuality and having Lucerys be next in line. That's absurd, right? Tell me that's absurd.

absolutely nuts like, it’s not to say that like, people aren’t disrespectful to Renly, Loras, Satin, Oberyn for being queer but like, Stannis wasn’t sitting there and going “Renly you’re gay go home” ya know. Homophobia works very differently bc as long as you could like Do Masculinity well enough people were willing to overlook yiu fucking your squire if you were in the noble class and Laenor is Very Good At Being A Man especially in the show.

which isn’t to say that like, there aren’t homophobic comments in both show and books because any deviation from gender roles is still considered deviant and wrong and fair game to mock, it’s why Tyrion and Jaime are way too fucking cute about Oberyn and Loras (Jaime makes more than one comment about both Oberyn and Loras being like….Not Quite Manly specifically bc they fuck men, Im almost positive Joffrey makes some homophobic comments about Renly, we get Alicent making that tacky comment when Laenor is clearly you know, grieving his sister and not fucking squires, etc) like GOT really overdid it with the medieval conversion therapy on Loras bc that’s just not how it works in this series but at the same time it IS important to point out that despite the like, structurally enabled pedophilia of young girls, everyone has a fucking problem when a knight is fucjing his young squire right.

But Vaemond’s issue is never that Laenor is gay, it’s that Lucerys is clearly not his biological child, and Baela and Rhaena don’t “deserve” to inherit either, and while I DO think Vaemond would try something even if Laenor is still alive bc in both canons he’s very eager to jump over Laena’s line to benefit his own, his issue is not with Laenor it’s with Lucerys. Likely he would make some shitty comments similar to Jaime about how Laenor can’t perform as a real man (tm) the same way that like, Stannis faces similar comments bc of his apparent dislike of sex, but Laenor is clearly Corlys child. He would HAVE to approach this situation wayyyyyy differently and he knows it. So no, he can’t just show up and be like “Laenor I know what you are 👁️👄👁️ give me Driftmark” that’s just not how it works lol and Vaemond is just not stupid enough to pull that one - bc hello, he only pulls the stunt he DOES pull bc he assumes he’ll have the protection of the Hightowers & probably also assumes that Viserys will agree his daughter is a harlot (little does he know).

[ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa]

WIP Wednesday

UGH JEYYYYYYYYYYY. I was obviously tagged by the amazing @flightlessangelwings who is psychic and knew I was working on my stuff. So here ya go--

I have two things that are like at the finish line and ready to post, I just need to clean them up and fucking DO IT. 

1.  Tommy Shelby x f!Reader  - Peaky Blinders - One shot smut series in which reader is a bar/brothel owner and Tommy buys it out from under her but offers her a partnership. And they fuck. a lot. 

He dipped his head and caught your eyes, taking a step closer to you. “You came into a mess when you got the place, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.” You gripped the ends of the shawl around his shoulders, anchoring yourself as he continued to lean in. He smelled like rain. Like wet stone and woodsmoke from the fires of the factories down the street.

“You like it.”

“How do you know what I like?” you whispered.

“Gypsy magic. I know a lot of things you’d like.”

He breathed the words and they felt more like an accusation as you flicked your eyes up to his. Before you could stop him, he leaned forward and smashed his lips against yours. Your immediate reaction was to drop the shawl and press your palms flat against his chest, shoving him back from you as you touched your wet lips.

“Why did you do that?” you snapped.

“Because I wanted to,” he said, heavy breaths making his chest rise and fall.

“Do you always get what you want?”

“Usually.”

and 2. Oberyn Martell x f!reader - The Sunshine Undertow - A NEW SERIES WHAAAAAAAAAAT -  Game of Thrones Cross Over. (possible Doran Martell x Reader, a little Marcus Pike x Reader....its a MESS don’t @ me.)

“Are you going to cut my throat? Slice me up?” she spit the insults at him as he gripped her tighter to hold her still. “Do whatever that horrible blond man was going to do?”

“Blond ma–Rhaegar? Absolutely not,” he snarled and lessened his grip so he was no longer bruising her. “If you won’t walk willingly–I’ll carry you.”

“You can’t–”

“You don’t look too heavy,” he dipped his head with a grin and whispered above her ear. “Bit thick in the thighs–but I’m quite strong.”

“Uh! Excuse you!” she tried to elbow him and he switched his grip to her other arm. 

“I’ll pick you up and put you over my shoulder,” he shoved his sword back into the scabbard at his waist and spun her around to look down at her, still grinning. “It’ll probably hurt my injury–and undo all of that fine work you did back at the farm–is that what you want?”

She bit her lip and bared her teeth at him. “No.” 

“Well, then,” his grin turned to one of even more arrogance and pride, spurred by his victory. “I suppose that means you’re coming with me.”

tagging: @charnelhouse @fleetwoodmactshirt @qveenbvtch @doin-stuff @absurdthirst @rae-gar-targaryen @pettyprocrastination 

[the-blind-assassin-12]

writer wednesday #14 - 8/17/2022

Well, would you look at that - it’s Wednesday again! I hope everyone is having a good week so far, and that it only gets better from here. Here are three things that I read this week that definitely helped my week improve, and if you haven’t read them yet you absolutely should because each one of them is undeniably GREAT. This week the theme was parts of a whole. 

*as always, this list is ordered by length.*

Burning Bright - Prologue by @tropes-and-tales

Oberyn Martell x Female Reader (& Ellaria Sand!!) 

First part of Burning Bright 

WC: 1.2k

OKAY, SO. I have been meaning to dive into this story for a while now and idk what took me so damn long but boy oh boy am I glad to be here now! Oberyn Martell is one of my favorite fictional characters, and he is perfectly portrayed here. Especially when he’s lusting after Lannister blood 🥴 I’d love to watch that man carve a swath through those assholes, lemme tell ya. And then there’s Reader, who is just as intriguing in her own right (sort of reminds me of Tyrion’s backstory a little)… and seemingly just as against marriage as Oberyn is. I am SO looking forward to what happens when they meet!

Perhaps This Life Was Not My True Life by @prolix-yuy​

Jack Daniels x Female Reader 

Ch. 4 of Cognitive Dissonance 

WC: 2.5k  

YEEHAW, FRIENDS! I’m playing catch up with this one because I - like a wayward cow - fell behind, but I’m about to giddy up on through the remaining available chapters faster’n Jack can call me Sugar. I continue to be in flippin’ awe of this Golden Circle x Westworld AU and the way that details from both universes are woven so well together. This chapter in particular, especially the Host communication log included (!), was a ton of fun and the action here set SO MUCH in motion. I cannot wait to see how this all plays out. Also? Totally correct, I’ve never wanted a man more. 🥴

All-Star Break by @something-tofightfor 

Jack Daniels x Female Reader 

Part of the On Deck Universe 

WC: 9.2k 

BATTER UP (the fried foods!) Because it’s time to head to the fair with Baseball Jack! This entire AU is just so much fun and feels so warm and I know it *IS* summertime, but everything about this make me feel nostalgic about summertime. Its the CLEAR love of not only Jack Daniels as a character, but also the game of baseball - and all its quirks, regulations and superstitions - that make this one feel so full and fleshed out. Getting to see this side of Jack, when he’s relaxed and happy and things are easy and light? That’s a bigger treat than the fries or the ice cream or the fireworks. (But getting to taste ice cream on his tongue WHILE watching fireworks? 🥴) Everyone needs to read this one and all the accompanying parts before the meat of the story starts, which I am VERY much looking forward to!!