WINKTOBER DAY 28: Formal Wear (Oberyn Martell)

Even though there are more still a few more coming, this is the last prompt I actually finished. I sat down and started to write a little drabble about Oberyn being worn down by the formalities of a royal function, how the reader tries to entertain him, how he seems to come around and flirt with her. But it felt too easy to win him that way and it didn’t make me feel anything. I wanted to write something that wasn’t just another little story, but maybe a musing on then man himself in a vulnerable moment, when he was feeling less than the gregarious prince we all know and love, just looking for some small piece of beauty to ground him in the moment. It got rather flowery and full of commas. When I proof, I tend to read out loud, and it sounded closer to a poem to me, so I have decided to lean outside of the box a little on this one and broke the six sentences up into separate thoughts. It’s not a poem, it’s just…something quietly defiant. It’s my fic. My rules. I do what I want. It made me feel things, so this is where it stays.

He is a master of poisons, you’ve heard it said a scholar a warrior a monster a lover– and tonight he moves through the banquet like none of these things or all of them at once as if he doesn’t care which one takes the lead.

There’s something languid and heavy about him his glowing robes lay over him like molten gold poured over a monolith  but they defy the air keeping close to his body as if by a magnet’s pull– and when he meets your curious eyes in the candlelight you recognize this weight in him.

He’s bored.

It’s a surprise when he finds you in the water gardens where you’ve gone to escape the noise and odors of the feast to kick off your shoes and let your feet be soothed  by the heat of the Dornish sun still lingering in the pink marble even while the stars take up residence in the darkened pools.

“My prince–” you gasp as he pulls you down with him by a fountain’s edge with a steady grip on your arm and the light of the far off revelry illuminates his aching cringe catches on his ring as he waves off your formality sick to death tonight of being charmed and seduced by liars and fools by folk who are born so high on a pedestal that they are as transparent as the clouds their motives spelled out plainly within them and none of them simply pausing to enjoy what is pleasant and juicy and rich about this robust and beautiful life none of them so free from the scare of scandal that they would wander out to the gardens to warm their weary feet to chase whatever pleasure the gods can make for a woman such as you…

So while you watch in flustered awe as the Prince of Dorne the Red Viper the lusty, vengeful second son of the kingdom kneels beside you and gently begins to wash and cool your feet in the star flecked waters cradling your heel firmly in one large palm you know that this sweetness is not only for your benefit but because one man made of flesh and blood who lives in riches but whose cravings are deceptively simple wants nothing to do with the nobilities of the land who claw for his notice but seeks only to touch and care for a pretty girl’s feet to dry them on his golden robe to be present and attentive to share a moment of tactile beauty with a quiet soul just to be a kindness wrapped in silk and silent smiles under the pale eye  of the night.

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WINKTOBER 2022 MASTERLIST

The Coolness of the Shade

(Oberyn Martell x F!Reader)

CW:  Fluff, non-smutty smooching, references to past smutty times, language, mention of pregnancy, a mention of Ellaria. 18+ to be safe.

Word Count:  1312

AN:  This was originally requested from a "gentle prompt list" ("lazy kisses that don't even count as kisses but you could live in that moment forever because LOVE") by @elegantmusicdragon!

Tales of Prince Oberyn Martell precede him through Westeros, into Essos, and likely beyond.  You wonder sometimes if there’s some giant in his cave in the Frostfangs, swaddled in fur and coated in a rime of ice that has heard of the Red Viper and his prodigious appetites in love.

If that’s so, the giant would likely miss the hidden truth of your prince and lover:  that yes, of course many of the stories are true because Oberyn is without shame and without prejudice in who he loves…but that his outsized love extends beyond the salacious moments in the bedchamber or brothel. 

Unbroken

Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

Pairing: Oberyn x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) , language, Smut 18+, PIV sex (wrap it up), dirty talk **pregnancy**

Let me know if I missed anything!

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Her skirts swirl in the wind, whipping around her legs like sand. They were the colour of dusk, burnt oranges and yellows, favouring her golden skin, and her dark eyes. Elia Martell–all the Martells–looked best in these colours. You smile at her as you pour her a cup of wine, indulging her despite her delicate constitution. 

Birthday Kiss #9: Oberyn Martell

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,074

Rating: M. I think.

Summary: A Kiss On the Beach

Author’s note: 9 Pedro Characters. 9 Birthday Smooches. These are very lightly edited because they're supposed to be quick. Wanted to give all of you a gift to celebrate my birthday - Oberyn got jealous that 8 other men got to smooch someone and he wanted in, too.

Not explicitly tying this one to a current storyline, but I'm also not saying that it isn't tied to something, either.

No matter where you went with Oberyn, people stared at him. 

MAY: Yes, You May (part one)

A Beltane Story

OBERYN MARTELL X f!READER

W/C: 800ish

SUMMARY: You meet a golden robed stranger at the maypole on Beltane. Part 2 will be the smut portion of our story, if you are so inclined.

WARNINGS: None to speak of unless you feel Oberyn needs his own. As always, if you see something, say something. Please let me know in my DMs, and I'll add it.

A/N: Here is the May installment of The Wheel of the Year, my theme for @yearofcreation2023 Organized by the effervescent @oonajaeadira and @writeforfandoms.

Obviously, I had hoped it would be ready for Beltane itself. Many apologies for that, I hope you enjoy it, belated as it is. The POV flips toward the end.

The nine sacred trees Rowan - the wizard's tree; Briar - burn him that is so keen and green; Oak - fiercest heat giver of all timber; Alder - very battle-witch of all woods; Holly - burn it green, burn it dry; Elder - him that furnishes horses to the armies of the Sidhe burn; Birch - burn up most sure the stalks that bear the constant pads; Aspen - burn, be it late or early; and the Yew which is singled out as being sacred to the feast.

Song of Forest Trees

Beltane Bannock Recipe

This is so poetic and beautiful! I love the way you set the scene and describe all the sights and sounds, the warmth of the bread and the scent of spice, and especially the dreamy stranger with the smile like the cat got the cream 😍

Sweet Reds and Starlight Mornings

Sweet Reds and Starlight Mornings

Oberyn x f!reader, Ellaria x f!reader, heavily implied Oberyn x Ellaria x f!reader

Length: 3.3k

Warnings: Smut, a bit of wlw, mentions of group sex, heavy on the food play, everything gets sticky, everyone has bi switch energy, mentions of alcohol, a little bit of anxiety/worry, Feelings, praise kink, PinV sex, creampie, lots of cumplay, cum eating, a moment of breeding kink, f!receiving oral, it's implied that reader had a hard life.

Summary: The newest artist-in-residence at the Dornish palace, you have become a permanent fixture in the bed of Prince Oberyn and his paramour Ellaria. You reach a turning point on a very special night.

Happy belated birthday, @starlightmornings!! I know this is way late, but I hope the story makes up for it. This was a fic of many firsts for me- first time really writing Oberyn! First time writing wlw! First time with food play. ILY!!

You shouldn’t feel so nervous. You have been in here more times than you can count on both hands. 

But not alone. Never alone. 

Surprise! Tag list RB

If I can't have this for my next birthday I don't want it 🥵

Day 5: Oberyn Martell - Happy Ending

Anybody with a pair of ears in Westeros had heard about the trial of Tyrion Lannister, the uncle who killed his nephew for the throne. It was difficult to avoid the subject - whether you were in the sept or the whorehouse, everybody had an opinion about whether the child dubbed a monster from birth had killed the child who had been the monster all along.

The Dornish could freely admit they cared little for the politics of the Red Keep. It was only when the rumors on old wives’ tongues started carrying the name of their most beloved Prince that they really started to pay attention.

Our dear Prince Oberyn, they would lean forward over the counter as they passed you back your coins, whispering as though they told a secret but saying it loud enough for it to echo the room, went to King’s Landing to avenge his dearly departed sister.

You remember, of course, how anguished the dear Prince was, they would tut conspiratorially, when he lost his dearest sister and her babes.

I heard that the Prince Oberyn was never the same.

I heard that his sexual appetite suffered none, but now he has a thirst for blood, too.

I heard, I heard, I heard –

The women would warble and cluck until you could think of nothing more than snapping them by the neck and placing them over your fire for dinner.

But you must give credit where it’s due: for all their squawking, the old wives selling secrets over the fruit stalls were a better source of information than any tome from the libraries.

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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!

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Happy Birthday Mood!

I know this is super belated by happy birthday my dear @moodsare! Thank you for all the beautiful Pedros you give us and all the stunning art you produce. Enjoy a little enchantment with prince Oberyn!

Exquisite Tapestry

😍 This is gorgeous! The atmosphere is so vivid and Oberyn is as devilishly charming as I would imagine, what a dream 💖

Believe in Lullabies

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Okay so I am super, super late with this sweet little Yule solstice fic BUT here we go. Better late than never. This was inspired by @grogusmum running around leaving Oberyn gifs in inboxes and being the best kind of menace. This is just soft fluff y'all. No substance here.

It should be noted here that I have not read any of the books (not do I intend to) and I watched less than one season of the show. So. If there are any inaccuracies here... Whoops. My bad.

Oberyn Martell x gn!reader

Word count: 611

Dorne was very different from where you'd been born further north. Different in many ways. The people seemed happier, more relaxed. Social norms were different.

And Dorne never got as cold as your birthplace.

The days didn't get as short, either. Oh, certainly, you knew when winter had arrived. The days got cooler, the nights longer, but nowhere near the extremes you had grown up with. Though the Dornish people grumbled, you loved it. Chilly without the danger of freezing.

This is so warm and romantic, the perfect holiday fic 💕🥰

When You Get There You Will Know

PART OF THE VIPER & THE WILD THING COLLECTION

A/N: Hello and happy Thursday. Hydration is key but I still hope you are thirsty. That’s it that’s all I got. - This is a prompt request from @anaaaispunk​ from my june summer prompt list way back when so I am sorry if you don’t remember even making this request because it’s been so long, but I really hope you enjoy it because it was fun for me to get back into writing Oberyn. 

Prompts: Skinny dipping, night skies, too hot to sleep *I took some liberties with these because we are still in King’s Landing*

Warnings: language, descriptions of violence, mentions of death, brief mention of dead bodies- typical GoT unpleasentries, nothing out of the ordinary- and smuts. Medium smuts. 

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: While waiting to see who you will be entertaining for the night, you think about the only thing you seem capable of thinking about- Oberyn Martell and his promise to bring you to Sunspear. 

Gods, please let it be him tonight.

You knew it was unwise to get your hopes up. But you also knew that you couldn’t stop the thought from materializing so you didn’t even try. Of the countless men you’d encountered in Littlefinger’s brothel, you could count on one hand the few whom you had actually enjoyed yourself with. Based on that ratio you knew that the odds of tonight’s customer being the single soul you wanted it to be out of the thousands that were currently crowding the city were not tipped in your favor. You knew that you were setting yourself up for disappointment, that by concentrating so single mindedly on him you were making your already difficult job impossible. You were a whore, not an actress, but the more time you spent thinking about him, the more convincing your performance would become if it turned out to be anyone else. 

Since meeting him though, Oberyn Martell had all but erased every pair of lips that weren’t his from your memory. He’d undone your understanding of what it was to be kissed, what it meant to be taken, how it felt to taste desire on someone’s tongue. In just under two weeks he had eclipsed every moment of pleasure you thought you’d experienced in your life, blotting them out with bliss that burned brighter than the sun. He had made you feel truly alive, and with each day that passed you found yourself greedily craving more. 

The Merling in The Forest of Yew

Part of the Oberyn’s Merling AU

OBERYN MARTELL X GN!MERLING

W/C: 2000ish

RATED: (M)

WARNINGS: implied danger of sexual assault, manhandling, mention of injury, sexy times none of the above is explicit, I think that it.

(As usual see something say something! Including any inadvertent gender specificity in regard to the merling. Send me a dm and I'll fix it.)

A/N: So this came on me to fast, and poured out... it's not as dreamlike, I hope it's okay. Part 1 of 2

Oberyn’s Merling

The Merling's Prince

Oberyn sits, only half listening to his brother. His thoughts are traveling upriver, toward you, as fate would have it. He can recall so clearly the jewel green of the grotto you brought him into on his last visit, he can hear the chorus of wanton sounds echoing, mixing with the rush of the falls. He can almost feel you in his arms, his beguiling merling, the weight of your body on his, your slick silver tail pressing against him, your webbed hands roving over his chest, and lower. Holding him in your hand-

Doran’s voice penetrates his thoughts when he hears him mention a Yew stand somewhere north.

Oberyn sits up in his chair, Doran notices.

“Ah, Oberyn. Back with us?”

If wanting to live in Oberyn’s water gardens is wrong, I don’t want to be right. This is so dreamy!