#oberyn martell x size kink

[psychedelic-ink]

𝐅𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

pairing: dbf!ellaria sand x plus size!f!reader x oberyn martell, ellaria sand x oberyn martell

genre: smut, modern au, hurt/comfort, minors dni

word count: 7.2k

summary: Wanting to get away from it all for a while, your dad suggests that you go and stay with his friend in the city; Ellaria Sand. It's been a hot while since you last saw her and you must admit, you have a bit of a crush on the older woman. What you don't expect, however, is to find an equally charming stranger staying with her as well.

warnings: threesome, age gap (reader being in her late twenties), weed use, dirty talking, body insecurities (weight related), piv, oral sex (male and female), praise kink, light bdsm dynamics, subdrop, aftercare, squirting (but like very non explicit squirting as ironic as that sounds dfvdv), use of petnames (little one, pet, good girl), no use of y/n, both ellaria and oberyn are mentioned to be polyamourus, edging

a/n: this is hella indulgent and an idea I've had since September but never actually gotten around writing it. However, while I was taking a nap the idea suddenly consumed me and I had to pause everything else to sit down and write it. Enjoy the filth, there's so much going on ❤️‍🔥

**dividers by @firefly-graphics 💜

You’re anxious as you wait for the door to open in front of you. It’s been a rough couple of months—years, actually. You feel suffocated by the world around you and yourself. Every day is another battle. You hate to admit it but you’re just so tired of fighting. There’s a constant weight on your chest that doesn’t seem to go away no matter what you do. Which led you to the doorsteps of your dad’s friend, Ellaria Sand.  

The idea had came from your dad. Noticing your troubles fitting in, he recommended you go and visit her. You were more than eager to oblige. You loved her company, she had an aura about her that just made you feel welcome. Talking to her came easy since she did most of it, and when you had something to say, she would actually listen. 

While you’re thinking about all of this, you’re trying very hard to ignore the fact that you might have a teeny-tiny crush on the older woman. However you’re ready to make the argument that it’s not your fault, she was just too charming—who wouldn’t have a crush on her? 

Ellaria’s excitement mimics your own as she opens the door. With a wide smile, she wraps her arms around you and drags you inside. 

“How was the trip?” she asks excitedly. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.” 

“Of course not, I like traveling,” you answer. “Thank you for having me by the way. How are you?” 

“Oh, pretty much the same. Nothing new.” she helps you with your luggage and you follow her to the spare bedroom. “Also I forgot to mention on the phone but a friend of mine will be visiting and staying with us as well. Is that okay?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be,” you say with a leveled voice. “Does the mystery guest have a name?” 

As you step into the room, she turns to you, still smiling.

“His name is Oberyn.” 

For your first night, you weren’t expecting to get high on the couch with Ellaria, yet here you are, your chest full of cannabis as your head rests over her lap. 

“So who is this guy?” you ask as she places the joint between your lips. You feel the warmth of her fingers. “A boyfriend or something?” 

“Or something.” 

You draw your brows together, confused, “What does that mean?”

“It means my sweet flower,” she answers slowly, dragging her knuckles up your heated cheek. “We’re together but we both agree that the pleasure of the world is too many to limit ourselves to one person.” 

“You’re in an open relationship?” you take a deep drag from the joint, your lungs expanding with smoke. 

“We’re both polyamorous.” 

“Wow, lucky,” you say with an envious tone. She quirks an eyebrow yet her smile continues on to be a humorful one. You stammer with your words. “I-I mean, it’s lucky that you found each other. Must be nice having the same ideals as someone.” 

She nods, placing the blunt back between her lips, “It is.” 

“Is he nice to you?” 

You’re not quite sure what prompts you to as that. First of all, it feels way too personal of a question to be asking your father’s friend. Even though Ellaria has spoken about her sexual relationships before, it still feels like your might be crossing an invisible line. A fog settles over your mind, loosening your tongue. You’re fascinated by functioning relationships. You’re fascinated by the idea of two people actually being understanding and caring towards each other—as ridiculous as that may sound. You haven’t had the best experiences when it came to partners, most of them going into it with hopes of changing who you are, so anytime you see two people actually liking each other’s company you can’t help but want to pull out a camera and record everything. 

Ellaria blows smoke toward your face, the warmth of it ghosting over your skin like a summer breeze. 

“He is. I wouldn’t really be with him if he wasn’t.” she pinches your cheek. “You have a weird look on your face.” 

“Oh,” you answer dumbly. “Sorry.” 

“I’m just worried. Your father didn’t really say anything other than you really needed a break.” 

“I guess I’m just a bit lonely.” 

“Well,” she says and reaches towards the ashtray to snuff out the blunt. “If that’s the case you came to the right place. You can stay as long as you want to.” before you can say anything, she starts rolling another one and a loud knock echoes across the dimly lit apartment. 

“Ah, that must be Oberyn.” 

Begrudgingly, you remove yourself away from her lap and watch Ellaria make her way toward the door. She’s wearing an orange dress, the color warming her skin. You can’t help the way your gaze drops to her behind, the soft fabric hugging her curves delicately. 

With a noise, you hurriedly snap your eyes away. It’s not the time to be ogling her like a piece of meat. 

No matter how good she looks. 

You weakly attempt to collect yourself when Ellaria returns with a tall man in tow. As you get up, you stagger a bit but manage to immediately keep yourself upright by holding on to Oberyn’s outstretched hand. His smile is kind, and the kindness reaches the depth of his eyes. Though you also see a hint of curiosity in them. His palm is searing against yours and his fingers are long and nice-looking, you spot a stylish golden ring on his thumb. 

A bit scared, and a bit excited, you meet his gaze. He’s quite handsome. In fact, you believe you might be in the presence of the most attractive two people in the city. His facial hair is neatly trimmed, framing his jawline which in return gives it an even more sharper look. 

While you two remain hand in hand, Ellaria makes the introductions. Oberyn’s thumb smooths down your inner writs. A shiver rolls down your spine. “It is very lovely to meet you,” he says earnestly. 

“Likewise.” 

Oberyn picks up the unlit joint Ellaria had left on the coffee table before she went to greet him. You see a faint sparkle in his eyes. “You two were smoking?” he asks, turning to Ellaria. 

“To relax the nerves, my love,” she answers with a playful smile. “Help yourselves, I’ll be back in a minute.” 

You feel as if someone poured cold water over your head, “Maybe I can help?” you take a step forward, intent on following her to wherever she was going—which you assume is the kitchen. But she stops you with the raise of her hand. 

“Please, I’ll be right back. In the meanwhile you two get acquainted.” 

A second later it’s just you and Oberyn alone in the living room. He seems unbothered and lights the joint as he takes a seat. There’s a certain air of expertise and elegance in whatever he does. He pats the cushion next to him, “Sit.”

You sigh softly, collapsing next to him. He flicks the lighter and leans towards the tiny flame, his eyes fixed on the empty threshold. He takes two quick exhales, the tip of the joint burning a bright orange. Smoke pours from the corners of his lips. You’re mesmerized by the sight of him. Shadows dance over his face, giving him a dark look. 

“How do you two know each other?” he asks, snapping you away from your thoughts. 

You blink, momentarily lost in his gaze, before extending your hand to take another drag from the joint. Your fingers feel slightly numb as you bring it to your lips. "She's a friend of my dad's," you explain, your voice barely above a whisper. "We've known each other for a while."

Oberyn nods, his fingers gently brushing the back of your neck, sending tingles down your spine. Your breath catches in your throat, and you find yourself leaning closer to him, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“What about you?” you ask, hating the way your voice trembled.

A soft smile plays on his lips. His thumbs continue their soothing caress on the back of your neck, tracing delicate patterns that send a shiver of pleasure through your body. 

"She walked into my lecture one day," Oberyn begins, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "I was talking about the ancient civilizations of Essos, and there she was, her eyes filled with curiosity. After the lecture, she approached me with such confidence, asking questions that sparked my own curiosity. I learned that she was an artist and she was lacking inspiration. She thought a trip to the past would spark something in her." he says blissfully. “And spark it did.” 

“You’re a professor?” 

He hums, elevated by your intrigue, “Yes, but I do prefer excavating and traveling to new sites.” he explains, his voice tinged with a hint of longing. "It's much more freeing, rather than being trapped between four walls." 

His words wash over you like a gentle caress, and you find yourself leaning into his touch, craving more of his warmth. The joint burns low between your fingers, forgotten for a moment. With a jolt of panic, you extend it back to him. 

Oberyn's voice lowers even further, a velvet murmur that tickles your ear. "She's a remarkable woman, isn't she? So full of life and passion."

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you find yourself nodding, captivated by the combination of his words and the tender touch of his thumbs on your skin. "Yes, she is," you reply. 

“You like her,” Oberyn says, a statement, rather than a question. You’re horrified by the implication of it. Your lips part and close, words failing to come out. His sudden burst of laughter makes you jump. “Do not look so worried, I’m not here to judge you. I appreciate anyone who sees her for the gorgeous woman that she is.” 

His fingers find purchase under your chin, he lifts your gaze, dark eyes boring into yours. You forget how to breathe. With a soft smile, Oberyn brings the joint to his lips and takes a deep inhale, You can hear the sizzle of it, and feel the heat that radiates from the crimson tip. Your lips part by instinct, he leans closer. 

Oberyn fills your lungs with delicious smoke. Your lips never touch, yet you swear you can feel them pressed together. He breathes life into you and when it’s all done, he licks himself deep into your mouth. Pressing deeper, Oberyn flattens his tongue against yours and nips your bottom lip. Sweat drips from your spine and gathers at your tailbone. His hands affectionately cradle your face, inhaling you one last time, he breaks the kiss. 

You’re a panting mess, your lips tingling for more. 

“Take off your clothes.” 

Your eyes go wide, “I—Excuse me what?” slightly inching forward, you stare into his eyes. “Ellaria is right down the hall, wouldn’t it be. . . rude?” 

That sparks an amused chuckle from him. “You’re adorable,” he muses. “I promise you that she wants this as much as I do.” 

“She. . . does?” 

“Ellaria adores you. She also enjoys sharing her favorite things with the one’s that she cares for,” his fingers curl around your throat and you swallow. Oberyn tilts your head to the side. “Now, let me see you.” 

And this is the part where your insecurities make an ugly appearance. You avert your gaze, hugging yourself while Oberyn continues to stare. You want to do this. You absolutely do, if the slick gathering in your underwear is any indication, but it’s still hard for you to believe that he wants to. 

You feel the bite of his nails and bring your gaze back to him. You’re not sure what does it, but you find yourself scrambling off of the couch. You don’t see not one ounce of a lie in those eyes—you only see lust and intrigue. Besides, you came here to loosen up, what better way is there to do that than making out with a handsome stranger? 

When you’re left only in your bra and underwear, Oberny pulls you to his lap and you let out a soft gasp. He unclasps your bra and throws it over the small pile of clothes you had left behind, leaving you only in your, visibly soaked, panties. 

“Oberyn. . .” 

You jolt at the soft lilt of Ellaria’s voice. You stiffen over the older man’s lap, not knowing what to do. With a smile, he draws soothing circles over your thighs. 

Ellaria takes a seat next to you two. You’re too flustered to look at her but despite not looking, you see the delicate curl of her lips. 

“She’s too beautiful not to touch,” Oberyn drags his nose down your neck, and you smile giddily. Your heart beating a mile a minute. “Don’t you agree with me, Ellaria?” 

Her tongue swiping over her bottom lip, she reaches out and holds your breast, weighing it with her palm. She brushes a thumb over your pebbled nipple, a soft whine parts your lips. “I do.” 

“You think I’m beautiful?” 

“Of course, love. Why would I not think you are beautiful?” 

You grow silent. Ellaria’s fingers dances along your arm and heat settles in your core. Oberyn, with a curious gaze and a half smile, drags his thumbs down to the soft contours of your stomach rolls and gently pinches. You whine, sticking your bottom lip out, you look away from them both. 

“I think I have an idea why she thinks like that,” he hums. Ellaria’s gaze drops to where Oberyn’s hands rest, meaning your stomach. Your cheeks burn. Her eyebrows raised, you feel the weight of her gaze locked onto your face, but still, you refuse to look at her. Or him. “She lives in a cruel world that makes her think she’s anything but desirable. But we see her for what she is.” 

“And what’s that?” you mutter, embarrassed to be read so easily. He was right, you never thought of yourself as being desirable, even if you desperately wanted to. There were mornings you just woke up hating yourself, staring into the mirror and poking endlessly at your face and observing every imperfection. You’re tired of it. Tired of thinking of yourself as less. Which is one of the reasons why you came here. Why your dad wanted you to spend time with Ellaria, he knew the woman had ways of making you feel better. 

Oberyn's firm yet gentle grasp on your chin draws your attention, anchoring your gaze and shifting your focus solely to him. His smile is wide and predatory, like a snake. You tremble as his hands slide from your stomach to your waist, their scorching touch and commanding presence stirring a primal reaction within you.

“You’re a gorgeous girl,” he answers with a melodic lilt from his sinful tongue. “The type of girl we want to ravish for as long as you’re staying here.” 

“If you want to, of course,” Ellaria adds, playfully pinching your nipple. Your eyes flutter closed. The sudden mixture of pleasure and pain makes your skin tingle pleasantly. “Do you, little one?” 

You nod. Everything that’s happening feels like a fever dream. The scent of cannabis is still heavy in the air, making you feel soft and slow like molasses. Ellaria’s fingers dance along your nape, nimble fingers sliding into the roots of your hair, she gently tugs. Meanwhile, Oberyn nips at the soft skin of your neck. 

“Words, love.” Ellaria commands. 

“Yes,” you breathe out, voice shaking. “I want to. . . if you guys want to.” 

Oberyn whispers, “Good girl,” against your skin, and a wave of dizziness engulfs you. The two devour with the ways they touch and bite. Ellaria’s lips melt into your own as Oberyn cups both your breasts, kneading the soft mounds. 

Kissing Ellaria had been a fantasy you frequently indulged in over the years and you’re pleasantly surprised to realize she tastes like cherries and roses. You have endless memories of slipping your hand between your legs as soon as you were in the privacy of your room. You always had a feeling that she knew. Her gaze too observant, too cunning not to see the thoughts lingering in your head. 

Oberyn lowers his head and lifts your breasts to his mouth. He laves his tongue over your nipples hungrily. A wanton moan echoes in the back of your throat, your head falls as you part away from Ellaria. You hear her chuckle. “You taste sweet,” she comments, making you keen. “Despite the smoke Oberyn blew into your lungs.” 

“You saw that?” 

“You two weren’t exactly being discreet.” 

You’re hot all over, embarrassment pouring over you like summer rain. Oberyn doesn’t seem to care, consumed with the taste of your flesh. Your underwear sticks to your folds and you squirm over his lap. The man groans when you brush his length, you feel him twitch through the soft fabric of his sweats. The blood rush is loud in your ears. 

He feels. . . big. 

“Shit,” you mumble, delving your fingers into his short locks. You tug him closer to your chest and sloppily grind on top of him. You feel the sharpness of his teeth and then—

He bites you. 

With a sharp cry you jerk away, your gaze instantly finding Oberyn’s. The man is grinning from ear to ear. Your heart beats wildly against your ribcage. “What was that for?” you gasp, chest heaving. 

“It was an affectionate bite,” he teases, then presses his lips over the tiny dents. “Did it hurt?” 

“No . . .” you answer, sounding uncertain. “I was just surprised.” 

Ellaria rolls her eyes and tugs Oberyn towards her. The man goes willingly, his wicked smile never fading as she crashes their lips together. You see the pink of Ellaria’s tongue slip between Oberyn’s lips. His hands drop, his thumbs digging into the crease between your thighs and hips. You watch wide-eyed at the way the two devour each other. They’re so earnest, so hungry. It makes you ache between your legs and a bit in your heart. While Ellaria licks herself deeper into his mouth, Oberyn guides the roll of your hips. 

Suddenly struggling about where to put your hands, you place them on his chest. The fabric of his shirt bunches underneath your fingers. Your eyes roll at the delicious caress of his clothed cock. You want to feel more. 

When they part, a string of saliva connects them still. Oberyn grins at her and tilts his head toward you. “She likes the show it seems,” he states. 

With a soft smile, Ellaria turns to you. She cups your cheek and smooths her thumb over your heated skin. Your heart soars. She’s so tender, so soft with you. It makes you dizzy. You never thought someone like her would be interested. And you don’t only say this because of your physical insecurities, you just always felt like she would find you too inexperienced. Too young. You always had this unnecessary fear of sounding dumb when you talked with her. 

“What are you thinking?” she whispers, coming closer. Her hot breath fans your skin as Oberyn flattens his tongue over your neck, dragging the wet muscle up until his nose is firmly pressed against your jaw. 

“I’m thinking that this must be a dream,” you answer. “And I’m thinking how intoxicating you two are.” 

Oberyn’s smile is wide as he pulls away, his eyebrows raised. “Look at that, she found her tongue. How delightful.” 

Ellaria kisses the right corner of your lips and addresses Oberyn. “You’ll scare her, she’s fragile.” 

“I’m not fragile,” you pout. With a laugh, she presses her lips against your jutted lip. “I’m just nervous. . . you know my experiences haven’t been—” You clear your throat, suddenly aware of Oberyn’s eyes on you. “Great.” 

“I know, baby. I know.” 

Obeyn chimes in, his gaze moving to Ellaria, “What does that mean?” 

“Poor girl never came from another hand but her own.” 

“Ellaria!”  

“Oh?” Oberyn’s eyes bore into your own. It’s so intense that you can’t look away, and honestly, you’re not sure that you want to. He pulls down your bottom lip, dipping his thumb into the seam. “You won’t have to worry about that with us, sweet creature.” 

“I’m sure,” you hum, a coy smile playing on your lips. “So can we uh. . . can we take this to the bedroom? I’m not that comfortable on the couch. If that’s okay?” 

“Of course,” Ellaria answers. “Besides I hate how this fabric feels against my skin. So the bed is definitely preferred.” 

Oberyn, without saying a word, nuzzles your neck before pulling you to your feet. You falter, still a bit dazed. Yet, his arm catches you, keeping you from falling. 

“Careful,” he tuts, lips touching your forehead. 

Oberyn’s arm never leaves your waist as Ellaria guides the two of you through the hallway of her home. A route you don’t doubt Oberyn has taken many times before.

You aren’t sure what to expect when you enter Ellaria’s room. It’s quite neat, the bed quite big, which doesn’t surprise you in the least. 

Ellaria looks at you with a smile, curling her fingers around the elastic of your underwear, she tugs you close. Oberyn looms right behind you, he hadn’t closed the door as he entered. His cock hard and aching, resting between the crease of your clothed ass cheeks. His palms caress the soft mounds, his breath warm and wet against your nape. 

You’re suddenly highly aware that you’re the only one practically naked. Noticing this, heat crawls up your chest and curls around your neck. At any moment you expect to wake up in the familiar setting of the guest room, none of this seems real.

“Lay down, Oberyn,” Ellaria’s voice breaks the silence, her eyes never leaving yours as she addresses her lover. “We’ll join you shortly.” 

“Hmm,” he kisses your neck, your legs shake in response. “Should I take off my clothes?” 

“Yes.” 

Oberyn smiles, gives your ass one last firm squeeze, and retreats. And as much as you want to stare at the man in his full naked glory, it’s hard to pull your gaze away from Ellaria. You hear the bed creaking under the man’s weight. Still, you don’t turn to look. Ellaria kneels before you, tugging your underwear along with her. Her hands, despite not being large as Oberyn’s, feels all consuming. They languidly slide above your calves and thighs as she raises to stand on her feet once more. 

When she stands, you make a move to take off her garments but she gently pushes your hands back. “You watch,” she says, pulling off the straps of her dress and allowing it to pool at her ankles. 

You touch her like art. Soft and slow. Almost as if she wasn’t there. You cup her waist and skim your palm until you reach the side of her breast, in which you hold tenderly under your hand. A soft gasp leaves her and you look at her with shock and amazement. You bend forward, closing your lips around the tender nipple. You swirl your tongue around the areola, her eyes fluttering as she lets out a sigh. 

“That’s nice,” she says, looking at you between heavy eyelids. “You don’t need to be shy with us.” 

If it were anyone else saying that you wouldn’t have believed them, “I think you’re right,” you whisper, more to yourself rather than her. “You’re sure you don’t mind me being. . . timid?” 

Her brows furrow with confusion, her gaze searching your own as your thumb continues to dance over the darker patch of skin. Then you see it, the recognition flashing in her eyes. She might’ve forgotten, but you remember her talking about how much of a bore it was to be with unsure people. Timid, as she had put it. Which is something you’re being right now—you think.  

Your eyes find Oberyn’s from above her shoulder. It’s a fleeting moment. But he seems to be eating you both with the darkness of his eyes. Your heart skips a beat. Ellaria’s hand cradles the back of your neck, gently tightening her grip. When your gaze moves back to her, you see that she’s smiling. 

“I didn’t mean you when I said that,” she answers. “You lack confidence, there’s a difference. And I doubt you’ll be holding yourself back after regaining it.” 

“You don’t think I’m boring?” 

“I don’t,” leaning in, she drags her nose over yours, soft lips only an inch away. “Let’s not keep Oberyn waiting.” 

When you both turn, you see that Oberyn is softly touching himself. Fingers teasingly moving up and down his impressive length. You clench your teeth, arousal overwhelming every orifice of your body. “How should we do this?” he asks, eyes on Ellaria. 

Grinning, she gently nudges your shoulder with her own, you can’t stop staring at Oberyn however. He’s all lean muscle, the extra padding making him look fit. The coarse dark hairs lead a path from his softened stomach to his pulsing cock. Noticing your gaze, he wraps a hand around himself and starts to fuck his fist with hard strokes. He watches with delight at the way you lick your lips when a bead of precome appears on the tip. 

“Would you want to taste him?” Ellaria’s lips touch your ear. 

An awkward chuckle bubbles from your chest, “Am I being that obvious?” 

“Only slightly.” 

She guides you to the bed, and you take your place between Oberyn’s legs while Ellaria is more to the side. His hand instantly finds the side of your face, thumb tugging at the corner of your lips as he stares at you with a softened gaze. 

“Needy,” he murmurs. “I’m going to enjoy playing with you, little one.” 

You feel your pupils physically expanding. Ellaria drags her nails down your scalp, you purr at the sensation. “He likes it when you go slow,” she informs. “Start at the tip and drag your tongue down, he likes being teased.” 

With an urge to please, you do exactly as she says. First, you swirl your tongue around the bulbous head, his thighs stiffen, then you flatten your tongue and move down. The moan that comes from him is unfiltered and loud. Slick gushes between your legs. 

“Good girl,” he gasps. “You too.” 

It takes you a while to understand what Oberyn means. You only become aware that he was addressing Ellaria when the other joins you, licking a stripe up the other side of his length. You moan as you take the head between your lips, meanwhile, Ellaria closes her lips around the base, sucking the delicate skin. A choked out moan parts his lips, not being able to keep still, his hips stutter, forcing you to take more of him. His width spreads your lips wide. Your eyes water and you feel Ellaria’s tongue as she kisses the skin right under your eye. 

She replaces your lips with her own. You watch in a dazed manner as she takes Oberyn down her throat with practiced ease. His fingers tangle into her curls when she hollows her cheeks, forcing her head down. The sight alone makes you drip for them both. Now feeling even bold, you meet Ellaria’s lips while she’s sucking on the tip. You swear you see a ghost of a grin when she slips her tongue into your mouth. You taste a mixture of them in your mouth, and your head spins. Not wanting to part away, both of you lower yourselves, taking Oberyn between your lips as your tongues struggle to meet around his cock. 

“Fuuuck,” he groans, cock twitching between the pair of lips. You feel his rough fingers moving along your cheek. “You’re doing so well—both of you are,” Ellaria pulls away and winks at you before turning to Oberyn. You take him halfway into your mouth, the tip touching the back of your throat. He makes a sound, burying his head further into the pillows. “If you continue doing that I’m going to come.” 

The sound of his voice lights a flame in you, the strokes of your tongue becoming more wild and eager. You swallow around him, over and over, until Ellaria pulls you away. 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” you choke out, eyes flitting between the two. “I want you to come,” you then add, jerking him. 

“Oh it is,” he answers with a sly smile. “But before that, I want to see you come undone on my tongue. And my cock.” 

Ellaria feels you shudder as she traces the line of your spine, “Get on all fours,” she says barely in a whisper. 

You do as you’re told. Arousal coils tightly in your stomach, your body burning from the inside out. You’re over-excited. Your breathing coming out in short, rushed pants. Oberyn gets behind you as Ellaria takes Oberyn’s place and pulls you between her delicate thighs. Your one arm instantly curls around one leg as you brace yourself with the other by flattening your palm over the mattress. 

Oberyn’s fingers languidly slide down the curve of your ass and slip two of them into your soaking heat with ease. You melt into the touch, your elbow immediately giving way and falling. Without thinking much you kiss the inside of Ellaria’s thighs, sucking and nipping her ample flesh. Oberyn begins to thrust his fingers in and out. Your walls flutter around the digits, your body growing tenses. 

“So wet,” he approves. “You must be very excited.” 

“F-Fuck, I am,” you whimper, attempting to meet the thrust of his fingers. 

He scissors his fingers and curls them, applying pressure to a delicate spot deep inside. A jolt of electricity rushes over you. Your body engulfed in a crackling heat. 

“Taste her,” he says. “Aren’t you curious?” 

Instead of answering, you meet Ellaria’s gaze before pressing your lips into her cunt. You moan into her, and she draws up her legs, bracketing you between the inside of her thighs. She cradles the back of your head with both hands, guiding you as you drag your tongue between her folds. She tastes fucking delicious. You love this, love giving her pleasure. With a hum, you close your lips around her aching clit and suck. Hard. 

Her body jolts, the bed underneath creaking. Oberyn swears from underneath his breath, and you imagine him staring at Ellaria’s debouched face. You bet she looks beautiful. Nudging the bundle of nerves with the curve of your nose, you tease her entrance with your tongue, slowly pushing in. 

“And you worried you would be timid,” she croaks out, her back arching as she tugs you closer. “Look at you now, my sweet girl doing such a good job in pleasing us.” 

Oberyn’s fingers are replaced with his sinful tongue, heat drips from your spine. Without wanting to, you pull away from Ellaria, moaning loudly between her legs. His tongue delves deeper, kissing your folds and lapping at everything you have to offer. He grazes his teeth and you writhe against him, your lips moving sloppily along the apex of her thighs as you attempt to kiss her. 

His tongue feels too damn long. . . he pushes the soft muscle inside, the mild stretch making your stomach roll. Oberyn is much better at this than you are. No doubt about it. Ellaria only watches as the most sinful sounds escape your throat. He fucks you with his tongue and between thrusts, he manages to flick your clit with the pointed tip. It makes you feral. You’re not even sure what you’re doing anymore. You continue to taste Ellaria, albeit much more sloppily compared to before. You catch her gaze whenever the fog in your head lifts, her lips are parted, eyes half-lidded. 

“I think you’re ready to take me,” Oberyn says, his voice hoarse. 

Before you can answer, Ellaria cups your cheeks, pulling you away from her core. Your chest heaves. She swipes her thumb over your lips, spreading the wetness caused by her cunt. “I want you to pick a word, love.” 

“A word?” you cringe internally at how out of it you sound. They haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already a mess. 

“A safeword,” Oberyn explains Ellaria’s words further. His hands grip your love handles and squeeze them tenderly, he pulls you back and you feel the warmth of his cock heavy on your ass. 

You think for a minute, your eyes darting around Ellaria’s face and the wall behind her. Your mind is completely empty. Blank. Not even one word comes to mind. 

Oberyn licks his lips, “How about that stoplight system? Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop?” 

Ellaria’s gaze searches your own, and you nod, “That sounds good.” 

“Alright then,” Oberyn purrs, etching closer. He slides his cock between your folds, his hands skimming up your waist. Ellaria continues to hold your face, watching your every expression with interest. Your eyes widen— is she waiting to see your expression when Oberyn enters you? Fuck. Heat blossoms in your chest. “What is your color now?” he asks, hand cupping the back of your neck. 

“Green,” you say with a whimper. 

Oberyn pushes in inch by inch. He stretches you beautifully, only a hint of pain following while he fills you. Ellaria smiles as your eyes roll back, your lips parting with a guttural sound. He feels so good. So deep. When he’s fully sheathed inside, he waits for you to adjust to his size. Your legs shake. You’re barely keeping yourself together. Ellaria slips her thumb into your mouth and you wrap your lips around her diligently.  She hums with approval. 

“Does she feel good?” Ellaria asks Oberyn. 

“Yes. She feels like she was made for me. Such a perfect hole to fill.” 

You shudder, dripping down his cock and the inside of your thighs. “Oh god—” you choke out, your voice thick. 

Ellaria releases you when Oberyn rocks his hips impatiently. Your cheek drops to her thigh and with a shaky hand, you bring your fingers to her cunt, slowly slipping two of them inside. You know she wasn’t expecting it when her head snaps back. You can’t help the little smile that graces your lips. Her heat consumes you. Oberyn’s thrusts become faster, harder, sinking deep into your cunt. And with every stroke of his cock, your fingers go deeper into Ellaria. 

It’s a beautiful mess. 

You’re not sure how thin the walls are, you hope that they’re thick. You mentally apologize to the neighbors if not because none of you are making an effort to keep quiet. Ellaria grinds to meet your fingers, meanwhile, Oberyn’s cock is splitting you into two. His pace is brutal, you feel your skin rippling as his hips snap into you. Honestly, you’re not even trying to move your hand anymore, it’s all Oberyn—So technically, he’s fucking two people at once. 

Suddenly you find yourself being shoved into Ellaria’s delectable cunt, Oberyn pushes you down, blunt nails biting into your scalp. With a groan, you once again close your lips around her clit and suck. You swirl your tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, then gently —almost fearfully due to the harsh grind of Oberyn’s hips— you graze your teeth. 

Ellaria cries out, a sound that takes you by surprise. Between wet eyelashes, you watch as her face contorts in pleasure, her walls squeezing your fingers tight. Her clit throbs against your tongue and just like that, she’s gushing heavily into your mouth. Oberyn’s movements slow, his brutal pace becoming a lazy one as his cock massages your walls. You have a feeling he’s watching her as well. 

Noticing that she’s crying out both your names, your pulse quickens. 

You pull out your fingers and hold her hips, wet streaks glisten on top of her sun-kissed skin. Burying your mouth deep within her folds, you allow your tongue to lick the remains. Another, more gentle, orgasm washes over her, the cries from before becoming sighs of languid pleasure. 

“Good girl,” Oberyn growls, his hand becomes a necklace around your neck and he hauls you up. He shoves his lips against your ear, the tremor of his voice making you tremble. “You know, I’ve never seen her come quite that hard with the others. She must like you a lot, pet.”

fuckfuckfuck 

The way he rolls his tongue as he says it, pet—you don’t expect it to affect you that much but it does, your entire body tenses, his cock easing in and out of you even faster thanks to the way you gush around him. 

“You like that?” 

Shit, he noticed. 

“I—I—” 

He grabs your chin and clashes your lips in a bruising kiss. Oberyn leaves you breathless, your lungs convulse, burning with the lack of oxygen. You taste a hint of yourself on his tongue. 

“Our sweet pet,” he murmurs against your lips. “You’re stunning like this, all fucked out.” 

Oberyn kisses you once more then turns to Ellaria with a smile, “I can still taste you on her tongue.” 

“I would think so. She was quite thorough,” she teases, her gaze fixed on you. 

Ellaria touches herself slowly as Oberyn resumes his brutal pace. Wet noises flood the dimly lit room, Oberyn buries his face where your neck meets your shoulder. You feel the softness of his lips and the sharpness of his teeth. Your loins burn. 

Oberyn dangles you on the edge of a cliff. Every time you’re close to your release, he slows his hips into a gentle roll, only to build you up again. Ellaria simply watches, gently drawing tender circles while Oberyn toys with you. Their pet. 

“Please,” you beg. “I want to come.” 

You sound teary and embarrassed. Oberyn kisses your neck. “You have been good,” he murmurs, eyes moving to Ellaria. “What do you say?” 

“Let her come,” she sighs, smiling. “Make it feel good for her, Oberyn.” 

Oberyn makes a sound of eager approval. His one hand slips between your legs as the other grasp your breast, keeping your sweat-soaked body flush against him. His fingers draw tight, quick circles around your clit as he presses into you, hips smacking against your flesh over and over. 

It doesn’t take you long after that. 

Your orgasm hits you like a truck—hell, it hits you like a train. It’s violent, intense. Every muscle grows taut and your skin tingles as if it’s burned. You can’t even cry out properly, your mouth wide in a silent scream. Something warm trickles down your thighs, and if it wasn’t for Oberyn’s constant, steady praise in your ear you would’ve been embarrassed. But instead, you just slump against him. Your body feeling limp as if you might never be able to stand again. He rolls his hips, and each time waves of pleasure wash over you, it’s not as intense, but it feels amazing. 

“That’s it,” he rasps. “I’m going to pull out now, okay?” 

Your nod is followed by a hiss when he does, the sudden lack of him making you feel empty, and frankly, a little bit sad. However, you don’t get the chance to linger on the feeling as Oberyn guides you toward the empty spot next to Ellaria. 

She holds you in a tight embrace, whispering praise into your hair. Oberyn shuffles until he’s behind her, his arm draped over her waist. His cock is still hard and heavy between his legs, glistening with your slick. 

You ask weakly to Oberyn, “What about you?” 

“Always so thoughtful,” Ellaria purrs. She throws her arm back, pulling Oberyn close by the neck. He kisses a delicate path up that follows the curve of her neck. “You don’t need to worry about him. Just relax. . . and enjoy yourself.” 

When Oberyn sinks into her, you understand why Ellaria was so eager to watch your expression. 

You stare into the small bathroom mirror above the sink, the light irritating your eyes. You’re fresh out of the shower, naked, still dripping, the drops warm as it slides down your skin. Ellaria’s reflection comes into view, also naked, her hands delicately moving over your body, examing to see if you’re hurt anywhere. 

“How do you feel?” she asks, satisfied with her examination. 

“I’m fine,” you answer dismissively, still staring at your reflection. You feel detached, your limbs slow and tenderly aching. 

Oberyn squeezes a tub of minty toothpaste over the bristles of your brush and holds your chin. Instinctively, you turn to him. He gently pinches your jaw. You open your mouth. 

He starts to brush your teeth. This man you just met, this man who just railed the ever-living shit out of you. . . is tenderly brushing your teeth. You taste the mint and without meaning to, you wrinkle your nose. He laughs. 

“It’ll be over soon.” 

The thing that makes you tear up is how delicate they are with you. It’s unexpected. They don't think you’re invincible just from your looks. They see that you’re broken, see that you want to be taken care of.  And they humor you, treating you as you wish to be treated, without you having to say so. 

They touch you as if you are a glass rose. It makes your chest ache. 

“I think I have ointment somewhere,” Ellaria mutters to herself, turning on her heel and looking over the shelves. “It will soothe your skin.” 

The small sniffle you make goes unnoticed by Ellaria but not Oberyn. With a raised eyebrow, he pulls out the toothbrush. “Rinse,” he says simply. He turns on the faucet for you and you fill your mouth with water. You swish it around. Then look to him before doing anything else. “Spit.” 

You watch as the foamy water goes down the drain. You straighten back up, watching the reflections that dance in the mirror once more. You feel his eyes on you but you’re too flustered to answer his gaze. Ellaria holds a small container of ointment, when she sees your expression her brows furrow. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” you mumble, not truly knowing the answer yourself. Oberyn opens the faucet again and rinses the toothbrush. After placing it back, he brushes his lips over yours, the gesture sparking life back into your body. “I don’t know,” you then say. “It just feels all so nice, I’m not used to. . . I don’t know, sorry.” 

“You don’t need to apologize,” Ellaria says, opening the small container. She takes a hefty amount with two fingers and rubs it into the tender skin of your asscheeks. “It’s normal. You haven’t been feeling well lately, and it’s common to feel a bit of a drop after.” 

“Is it really?” you ask. 

Oberyn answers you instead, “It is. You’ll feel much better when we’re back in bed when you’re between us.” 

Ellaria nods and you manage to smile. With a soft chuckle, you shake your head. “You two are too nice to me.” 

“The bare minimum shouldn’t be surprising you this much,” Oberyn’s gaze softens. “But we’ll fix that.” 

As the two guide you back to the bedroom, you believe they will. 

[bambiiboop]

Request Status: Open (Selective)

Pedro Pascal Characters I Write: Din Djarin , Joel Miller, Javier Peña, Oberyn Martell, Ezra (Prospect), Frankie Morales, Comandante Veracruz, Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels, General Acacius.

Gabriel Luna Characters I Write: Tommy Miller, Boro Polonia.

Be My Future - Din x Reader (Breeding Kink)

Possessive!Din

Touch Starved Din

Teaching Din To Eat You Out

Take It - Dom! Din x Reader (Breeding Kink)

Over Eager, Inexperienced Din

Din Spanks You With His Belt

Din When You're Pregnant

What's In A Name? - Din Djarin x Named OC (SFW)

Din As A Girl Dad (SFW)

Domestic!Din x Teacher!Reader (SFW)

"I'm Not Wearing Underwear" - Prompt

Headcanons

Jealousy, Jealousy - Jealous!Reader x Joel / Jealous!Reader x Tommy (Most Popular Fic!)

Jealousy, Jealousy (Part Two) - Jealous!Reader x Joel

Joel's Kinks

That's My Girl - Jealous, Possessive Joel x Reader

Differences Between Game!Joel & Show!Joel

Playing Rough - Joel x Reader (ft spanking & the knife handle).

Mine - Possessive!Reader x Joel

DBF! Joel Catching You Staring At His Arms

'Accidentally' Getting Joel A Shirt That's Too Small

DBF! Joel Has Enough Of Your Teasing

DBF! Joel With A Bratty Reader

Joel Sees Your Scars (SFW)

Seducing Joel

Joel Wants You In Sub Space

Oblivion - Joel x Reader (Established Consent / DubCon CW)

Breathe Through It - Joel x Anxious!Reader (SFW)

Pre Game - DBF!Joel x Confident!Reader

Plus Size Reader Is Reassured By Joel (SFW)

“We Have To Make This Quick” - Prompt

Joel When You’re Sick (Headcanons)

Curls - Jackson!Joel x AFAB!Reader

Honeypot - Joel “kisses it better”,

Heat - Ezra x F!Reader

Taste - Ezra x F!Reader, short continuation of Heat

Ache - Ezra x AFAB Reader (Sex Pollen Fic)

Jealousy, Jealousy (Alt Version)

Bedside Manner (TLOU2 Spoilers!)

Taboo

Fall In Love In A Single Touch - modern!Oberyn (fluff & hurt/comfort)

A Breath Of Fresh Air - (Dubcon Smut)

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☆MASTERLIST☆

Pedro Pascal

One Shot:

♡A kitchen disaster

♡Just let it go…

♡New job, new problems...

♡Just breathe

Series:

♡His Curls - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (completed)

♡Hate run, love speed - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (in progress)

♡We don’t love each other - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 - Final (completed)

Request:

♡A perfect day for a perfect girl (It's your birthday and Pedro makes you feel loved and special all day)

Headcanon:

♡What sleeping position do they most like when you are with them? (Pedro Pascal characters)💤

♡How will they react to your makeup? (Pedro Pascal and his characters) 👁️👄💅

♡Headcanon: How do they behave when you have a migraine? (Pedro Pascal characters)🩹😴   (+ Dave and Marcus)

♡Headcanon: How will they react if you tell them about CDD? (Pedro Pascal characters) 👰💔😱🤕  

♡Headcanon: Who will be ready to kill for you? From most willing to least... (Pedro Pascal characters) 🔪💀☠️🩸

♡Headcanon: How do they cook for you? (Pedro Pascal characters) 🥕🧑‍🍳🍓

Joel Miller

One Shot:

♡This is just a nightmare… (The Last of Us ff/ Joel/Ellie)

♡Strong for both of us

♡Trouble with ex

♡Dyeing your hair…

♡Together in happiness and depression… (no outbreak)

♡One last time…(no outbreak/angst)

Series:

♡Unforgivable mistake, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, (in progress)

♡I can't be everywhere (No outbreak!) Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5... (in progress)

Request:

♡You need a better place (Joel loving a girl with epilepsy)

♡Blue dress (Joel Miller x plus size!reader)

Headcanon:

♡When Joel goes limp… (JoelMillerxf!reader)🤷🍆🩹

Javier Peña

One Shot:

♡I’ll protect you… (bc you’re mine)

♡I’ll hurt you… ( bc you’re mine )

♡I’ll leave you (bc youre not mine)

♡I'll stay with you... ( bc I love you)

♡You’re hot…

♡A girl from the street

Series:

♡Dancing With Your Ghost - Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Epilogue (completed)

♡Too many shadows behind you - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,  Part 4, Part 5 (in progress)

Headcanon:

♡Nicotine (JavierPeña and You)

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels)

Series:

♡Dynasty - Part 1, Part 2, (in progress)

One Shot:

♡Mean (JackDanielsxf!reader)

♡Llamas don't drink whiskey...

Headcanon:

♡What does Jack's ranch look like? 🤠🐴🐓🐮🧑‍🌾

Javi Gutierrez

One Shot:

♡Too hot

Frankie Morales

One Shot:

♡Lost cat

Marcus Pike

One Shot: 

♡"7.44 am"

Headcanon:

♡If Teresa tried to get Marcus back after years...

♡Marcus tells you about his meeting with Teresa...

Marcus Acacius

One Shot:

♡Even if you fall apart...

Oberyn Martell

Series:

♡Red Viper and Fox - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (in progress, soon english version)

One Shot:

♡♕Queen's Milk

♡I Hold You

♡Remember me… (ANGST!)

♡Leave... (ANGST)

Headcanon: 

♡Headcoanon: Oberyn's finger kink... 🤤💦🤌

The Old Guard (movie)

One Shot: 

♡ Amira

♡ It hurts like hell    

[ktwritesstuff]

Into the Fire (a Game of Thrones fanfic, sort of...)

Title: Into the Fire Fandom: Game of Thrones, with all due disrespect :D Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Oberyn Martel x Targaryen!reader (with a side of Ellaria) Word Count: ~4,000 Summary: Prince Oberyn saves your life and eventually does what Oberyn does with you. Beta-read by the illustrious @bs-fangirl. Additional content notes below the cut.

Content Notes: I don't know that much about Game of Thrones and most of what I do know I don't care for. But I do like Prince Oberyn. Expect a bit of violence, first time, light breeding kink, oral, poly-dynamics, unprotected p-in-v, probably a bunch of other tropes I've missed. It's Oberyn, "dead dove, do not eat" applies.

Into the Fire

You had escaped the madness at King’s Landing (in part thanks to the belated arrival of Ned Stark’s troops and the ensuing confusion among the enemy’s forces.)  You did not make it five miles–on foot at night–before being set upon by slavers, opportunists taking advantage of the chaos.  At least they saw more value in you alive than dead.

You were frightened when the soldiers came, thinking they must have been sent by Baratheon the usurper.  From the wagon at first all you could see was the flash of a golden spear in the firelight.  A whole troop of men fell upon the bandits, but there may as well have only been one.  He moved so swiftly and so well, like a tongue of red flame wicking through the forest.  

He was the most beautiful creature you had ever seen, even before they pulled you from the wagon and you saw the banner emblazoned with a red sun.  These men were of House Martell, not Lannister, and if your luck held you might live to see another day.

“What is this?” asked the man in red.

“A Targaryen bastard by the looks of her,” one of the soldier’s growled, seizing a handful of your corn-silk hair and turning your face toward the fire.  Your looks were not so other-worldly as your cousins, but at least you bore a close enough resemblance that he did not mistake you for a Lannister.    

“I’m nobody,” you pleaded.  “I’m nobody.”

The man in red drew close enough that you could make out the features of his face.  You had seen Prince Oberyn only once before, at Rhaegar and Elia’s wedding feast, but his looks were unforgettable.  You were surprised it had taken you so long to recognize him and even more surprised that he seemed to recognize you.

“I know your face,” he said.  “You were a maid to Princess Elia; you were at King’s Landing.  Tell me what you saw.”

“I hid–” you whimpered as the soldier pulled your hair.  

“You abandoned your lady,” he said.  

“No,” you cried.  “When Lannister turned on us, the guards took her.  I hid in the servant’s passages.  I heard Tywin Lannister give the order to the one they call the Mountain to murder Elia’s children.  I went to the nursery, but the children were gone.  I searched for them–”

You admitted to all that you had seen.  The gore, the horror.  Elia cleaved in two from root to navel and her children smashed.  The anguish that would never leave you.  All the while Prince Oberyn’s face remained still as a stone, but you could see the sorrow and rage behind his dark eyes.

“You lie!” The soldier accused.  “How could a mere girl escape such chaos unspoiled?”  

“The same way anyone does,” you said.  “Blind luck.”

The prince paced alongside the wagon, assessing you, sizing you up.    

“And you’re sure it was Tywin who gave the order?” he asked.  

“I swear,” you nodded.  “On my life.”  

The prince wanted to ride for King’s Landing immediately and dispatch Tywin himself, but ultimately his generals dissuaded him from such rash action.  In the meantime, they gave you bread and wine and allowed you to rest in the first safety you had known in days.  It was dawn before you saw the prince again.  Even with a frown and deep lines etching his forehead, he was still the loveliest man you had ever seen.

“I can leave you a mount and a bit of gold for your journey,” he said.  “But I cannot spare any of my men to return you to your people.”

Over time the sacred words of your house had become twisted.  The life-giving warmth of fire and the sacred blood of kinship and covenant had turned to violence and ambition.  Was it any wonder that Aerys’s reign had festered?  But sweet Elia, a gentle princess and devoted mother, you would have followed her anywhere.

“I loved your sister,” you said.  “Her people are my people.”  

“Very well,” Prince Oberyn said, and for a moment a look crossed his face.  You would have sworn he was pleased.  “We sail for Dorne first thing tomorrow.”

 

You had passed six long years in Prince Oberyn’s harem, wanting for almost nothing.  The court at Dorne was filled with carnal delights you have never before experienced: music and dancing, glittering jewels, perfumed baths, and the finest food.  All of it available to you.

And the prince’s other concubines doted on you.  When you first arrived in Dorne at 19 they considered you a baby.  Meanwhile gossip at court held that your young cousin had been married off to a Dothraki warlord across the sea.  Not that you would have traded places with young Daenerys, but in six years Oberyn had not once invited you to his bed.  Besides the occasional chaste kiss on the hand or cheek he had not laid a finger on you.  

Ellaria counseled you to be patient, that your time would come.  But after so much time you were beginning to think Prince Oberyn had only taken you in as a matter of duty–that he had no desire for you at all.  Like all the prince’s lovers, you were free to have any man or woman you desired, but you didn’t want another lover.  You wanted the prince.

For your twenty-fifth nameday, the prince’s concubines plaited your hair, painted your face, and dressed you in fine silks.  You felt lovely and terribly grownup, despite your lack of experience.

“Come,” Ellaria said with a conspiratorial grin.  “Let’s go bathe in the southern garden, where the prince will see you from his window.”

The southern garden was a lush oasis tucked inside the palace walls.  There was a clear saltwater pond surrounded by dry grasses and desert flowers.  You disrobed in the shade of the palm fronds and slid into the water.

The lack of modesty among the prince’s inner circle had of course taken some getting used to after the formalities of King’s Landing.  But ultimately you came to realize, there were many worthy admirers of your particular pale softness among the hard and tanned bodies of Dorne.  Why should you deny them their pleasure, when those who didn’t appreciate your form were free to look away.

“Aren’t you coming?” you called to Ellaria, who was sunning herself in a chaise.  

“I’m quite happy to enjoy the view,” Ellaria said as you swam.  You chuckled at her playful flirting.  You could understand, despite her low birth, how she could command so much of the prince’s affection.  In all of Dorne, her beauty knew no equal and her charm was irresistible. 

You loved to swim–floating, mostly–especially when the water was so cool and inviting.  It was still early, the sun had not yet reached its apex, but the air was already hot and dry.  You could see the prince’s window, watched his curtains moving in the warm breeze.  You saw the prince come to the window, looking as if he had just roused from sleep.  He leaned on the sill, watching as you stroked your way lazily across the pool.

When the sun had warmed your belly, you turned over to paddle your way back into the shade.  You lost sight of Prince Oberyn, only for him to reappear on the steps down to the garden in his splendid red robe with a sheet of fine linen draped over one arm.  

“You should keep this one out of the sun, Ellaria,” he warned.  “She wasn’t made for it.”

You frowned as Prince Oberyn beckoned you to him.  You rose from the pool reluctantly and he wrapped you in the sheet.

“I’m not afraid of being burnt, my Prince,” you protested as he draped the fabric over your shoulders and rubbed your arms to dry them.  

“I’m well aware, my little dragon,” he said, touching your chin gently.  “But how would it look for my prize to wander through Sunspear as red as a berry.”

You tucked the sheet under your arms and tied it off to secure it.  

“Isn’t she beautiful, my love,” Ellaria said, rising from her chaise to join you in the shade.  

“Very beautiful,” Oberyn agreed.  He rested his hands on your shoulders, looking past you to gaze at Ellaria.  “All the more reason to keep her from burning to a crisp.”

“Hair like spun gold,” Ellaria noted, gathering your damp braids in her hands, wrapping them back into your gold hairpin. “Skin so smooth, just like fresh cream.  And so soft.”

The prince hummed to himself, watching her work.  

Ellaria pressed her front against your back, she was almost a head taller than you, and you could feel the warmth of her sex against the small of your back.  Her hands moved down your neck, her fingertips brushing the tops of your breasts.     

“You like her soft, don’t you, lover?  I’ve seen how you enjoy a bedfellow who gives.”  

“I do,” said the prince, dipping his mouth toward Ellaria’s lips, perched beside your ear.  “Why do you think I keep her so well?”

A jolt of excitement raced up your spine from your core as they kissed. You realized you enjoyed hearing them talk about you, around you, like this.

Ellaria slid her hands around your waist to the prince’s hips, pulling him into your body.  You could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into your belly.  

Ellaria moved one hand to the side of your head, turning away from the prince to catch your mouth in a kiss.  Her lips were impossibly soft against yours and she tasted like honeyed wine.  Then Prince Oberyn bowed his face toward yours and you didn’t know whose tongue was in your mouth.  You felt dizzy with pleasure.  

Ellaria pulled away and you moaned for the loss, but Prince Oberyn was holding your face in his large hands and his tongue was moving past your teeth, delving toward your throat.  Your body felt like soft clay, molding into them.  Ellaria kissed your neck, taking your hands in hers, moving them into Prince Oberyn’s robe.

“Like this,” she whispered, guiding your hands over his chest, fingernails scraping against his nipples, palming the hard muscles traversing his abdomen.  

The prince’s skin was nearly as smooth as yours, until your hands reached the wiry hair trailing down to his swollen cock.  The prince moaned into your mouth as Ellaria positioned your hands around him.  

“Gently,” she instructed.  “You’re doing so well.” 

As you carefully stroked the prince’s shaft, Ellaria’s hands moved across your body, kneading your breasts, traveling down the soft curves of your belly to grope at your mons, assessing the wetness of your inner folds. 

“She’s ready,” Ellaria said.  “Take her.”

Prince Oberyn pulled away from you panting.  Your own chest heaved with exertion and your head swam.

“Are you coming?” he asked.

“Not today, lover,” Ellaria said, running a perfectly shaped fingernail down your nose affectionately.  “Today is for our little dragon.”    

“Come,” Oberyn instructed, leading you by the hand up the steps to his bedchamber.  “There’s another nameday gift waiting for you yet.” 

You hesitated, turning back toward Ellaria, looking for assurance or permission.

“Go,” she said, shooing you along with a friendly smile.  “Go!  Enjoy yourself.”

You followed Prince Oberyn up the stairs, full of uncertainty and excitement.  His bedchamber was the finest you had ever seen: the heavy wooden furniture was ornately carved and polished to a mirror-like shine, hand-woven rugs stretched nearly from wall-to-wall.  At the very center of the room was an exquisite canopy bed with silken drapes of red and gold.

“Sit,” the prince urged, motioning to the bed.  

You took a seat at the end of the bed, leaning back on your forearms, anticipating your long-awaited ravishing with something akin to glee.  Instead, the prince retrieved a lidded basket from the table and brought it over to the bed.

“For you,” he said.  “A gift; be gentle with it.”

Your lips parted in surprise.  You lifted the lid of the basket, gazing down into its contents:  armor-like scales, writhing, and hissing softly.  You counted three pointed, perfect heads with shining black eyes. 

“Oh,” you sighed, reaching into the basket, allowing one of the serpents to coil around your fingers.  “They are beautiful, my prince.” 

You lifted the first creature out of the basket; its scales shining copper in the sunlight as its forked tongue darted out to catch your scent.

“Are they dangerous?”

“Only if they bite,” Oberyn said, reaching into the basket to retrieve another snake for you to examine.  

“Are they likely to bite?” you asked, the snake in your hand coiled its tail around your wrist.  You marveled at it, reaching for its final companion, a tiny, emerald-green thing which wove its head in and out from between your fingers.

“Not these hand-raised babies,” Oberyn said, pressing his face toward the snake’s in a show of faith.  “All they want is to be kept warm and safe and fed on the finest rats Dorne has to offer.”

“Like me,” you laughed.  

“Are you partial to rat, little dragon?” Oberyn smiled, returning the snakes to their basket.  “I will have to inform Cook!” 

You laughed, leaning back in Oberyn’s bed as he set the basket aside.

“Thank you, my Prince,” you said.  “I adore them.”

“I am glad,” Oberyn said, returning to the bed.  “Rumor has it your cousin has added three dragons to her command, but this is the best I could do.”

“They’re splendid, my Prince,” you said.

Oberyn leaned over you, placing a hand on the base of your throat as he kissed you.  

“I can’t wait to show the others.”  

“Catalina is afraid of snakes,” he warned, his mouth trailing down your neck.  You cradled his head in your hands, tilting your chin back to expose your throat.

“Then Catalina will learn to stay out of my room,” you chuckled.

Oberyn paused as his mouth reached the space between your breasts, curling his fingers under the sheet that still covered you.  His eyes darted to your face.

“May I?”  

“Please,” you gasped, arching into him.  

Oberyn opened the sheet, taking each of your breasts in his hand, pressing the flat of his tongue against each nipple one after the other, nipping and sucking until they were swollen and sensitive.  You could feel your arousal coiling like a snake at the base of your spine.

“So beautiful,” he breathed against your skin.  “So sweet.”

“Now you,” you pleaded, touch the collar of his robe.  “Please, my Prince.”  

Oberyn grinned, rising from the bed to undo his robe.  His body perfectly lean and hard and golden stood in stark contrast to yours.  His cock thick and long, sprouting from a nest of dark hair fully erect; you thought he must be large, though you didn’t have much to compare him to. 

You turned over on the bed, crawling to him on hands and knees.

“Can I taste you, my Prince,” you asked.

Oberyn took your face in his hand, playfully squeezing your cheeks until your lips pursed.

“How could I deny this face,” he said, settling onto the bed.  

Oberyn turned onto his back, supporting himself on his forearms so he could watch as you moved over him.  You took his shaft in one hand, lapping at the tip.  It was different than you expected, a heady, earthy musk, salty and sour on your tongue.  Oberyn made a soft, satisfied sound from deep in his throat.

“More,” Oberyn instructed, placing a hand on the back of your head.  

You opened your mouth wide, wrapping your lips around him.  Oberyn sighed, letting his head fall back against the cushions.  Try as you might, you could not reach to his root, surfacing for air only to gag yourself in the next attempt.  As you moved up and down Oberyn’s length, the sounds of pleasure turned to something more like discomfort.

“Stop,” he ordered through gritted teeth, silk sheets bunched in one hand.  “Stop.”

You sat back on your heels with a frown as Oberyn sighed with relief to have his cock freed from your toothsome maw.  

“I’ve displeased you, my Prince,” you said, horrified that the unbreakable prince of House Martell would lay down his weapon rather than suffer your untutored enthusiasm.  

“No,” Oberyn beckoned you to him.  “Never.  You need more practice, that’s all.”  

You stretched out on the bed beside Oberyn and his hands explored the curves of your body.  

“You shall have your pick of my men as a bedfellow,” he assured you, interlacing his fingers with yours, lifting your hand to his lips.  “And once you’ve had sufficient preparation, we can try again.  You’ll have many more opportunities to amuse me, little dragon.”

Oberyn’s fingers wandered, tracing each of the pale lines adorning your breasts and belly.  If one didn’t know better, they might have assumed you had already had a baby.

“I’m going to put my fingers inside you,” Oberyn explained.

“On my honor, I am a maid, my lord,” you said as his fingers circled the sensitive jewel at the peak of your folds.  The serpent in your belly that had lain dormant for so long coiled tighter.

“On my honor, I care not,” Oberyn teased.  “Though it is a special pleasure to be the first to delve into this cave. I don’t know what tales are circulated by Targaryen oldwives, but in Dorne our women are taught never to suffer inattentive lovers.  Maid or not this should be quite pleasurable for you.”  

You bit your lip as Oberyn probed one finger past your entrance, then a second.  A little tight, a little stretched, but not uncomfortable.   

“More?” he asked, probing deeper.  You gripped his shoulders and shook your head.  

“Not yet,” you said.  

Oberyn waited, pressing his thumb into the peak of the wishbone between your legs.  The serpent writhed.

“What are you doing to me,” you moaned, clutching the silk sheets.

“You’ll know soon enough,” Oberyn said, his fingers curling inside you.  You shrieked as he touched a place inside you that sent a lightning bolt of pleasure racing up your spine.  

“There,” Oberyn chuckled, withdrawing his hand to hold your face as he kissed you.  “I’m sorry to report you are too small to take all of me.  There are, of course, other avenues we can explore.”

Oberyn reached around you to squeeze the globe of your ass and you gasped in excitement.  

“But that is for another time,” he said, moving over you.  “Today is yours to enjoy.  When I press into you I want you to close your legs so I can fuck your thighs while I fuck your cunt.”

You nodded, spreading your knees so that Oberyn could settle between them, aligning his cock at your entrance, rubbing against you spreading the slickness of your arousal over himself.  You felt a sharp tug as you closed your knees around him.

“Pain?” Oberyn asked, slowly pressing his hips into you.  

You shook your head.  “It’s not bad.”  

“Breathe, little dragon,” he said, bowing his head to kiss your breasts.  

Oberyn’s movements put pressure against that sensitive spot and as he flicked his hips into you, you could feel the serpent in your core coiling tighter and tighter.  You moaned with abandon, letting your head fall back against the cushions.  

“Good?”  

“Yes,” you panted, clawing at his arms, his back, scrambling for purchase. 

“My little dragon has a fire in her belly,” Oberyn teased. “So hot for me, strong and eager.”

You moaned, arching into him. 

“Tell me,” you pleaded, reaching to pull him into another kiss, hot, wet, and hungry.  “Tell me more about what you want to do to me.”

“Such a needy little girl,” Oberyn panted, gripping your thigh.  “Already drunk off my cock.”

You purred in agreement, biting down on Oberyn’s lower lip, your pupils blown so wide your pale eyes were nearly as dark as his.    

“I’ll make you mine,” he said.  “A finer mount than any dragon. My love, my plaything.”

“Please,” you mewled. “Anything…anything you desire.”

 Oberyn ran a hand down your body, arching his back like a cat, his gaze settling on the space below your naval. 

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you,” he said. “I want your breasts to swell and your belly to stretch with my child.”

You moaned, dragging your hands down his sweat damp back to grip the hard muscles of his ass.  The snake coiling in your belly finally struck, every fiber in your body crackled like hot coals.  You gasped as Oberyn fucked you through your climax. 

As his thrusts slowed to a desperate grind, he withdrew from you and spent his seed on your belly and chest.  He rolled off of you, onto his pillows, dragging one hand through the mess he had made of you. 

He pressed two fingers to your lips and you took them into your mouth, suckling his spend from them like a newborn kitten after cream. 

“You’ve done me wrong, Oberyn,” you sighed, turning onto your side to meet his gaze. 

Oberyn reached over you to strike your ass with the flat of his hand once, hard, and you yelped. Another thrill of pleasure raced through you. 

“You forget yourself,” he warned. “I am still your prince.”

He grabbed your face and kissed you, claiming your mouth with his own.  You panted as he finally released you, resting your hands on his chest. 

“You promised me a baby,” you said. “And all you’ve made me is a mess.”

“In time, my sweet,” he said, gathering your body into his. “I’d like to have you to myself a while longer.”  

Oberyn brushed your sweat-damp hair from your face and kissed your brow. 

“You need another bath,” he warned. “To freshen up for the feast.”

“What feast, my prince,” you asked, tracing the neat line of his beard with your fingers. 

“We could not let a 25th nameday go unmarked,” he said with a wry smile. “Just a small celebration, little dragon.  My brother has graciously allowed us use of the great hall to mark the occasion, or at least he will.”

“You spoil me, my lord,” you sighed.

 

Prince Oberyn escorted you to the great hall himself; there was already a fire raging in the very center of the room filled with wine and laughter and gaiety.  You didn’t even notice Ellaria until she managed to slink up behind you to whisper in your ear.

“You are glowing,” she said and you laughed as her arms trailed around your waist.  "I take it you enjoyed your time together."

“Very much,” you said.  “Truthfully I’m surprised I’m still standing.”

“Then sit,” she said.  “Lover, we’re going to sit.”

She leaned over to kiss Prince Oberyn on the mouth–the same mouth that just hours before had transversed every unspeakable place on your body.  You took a seat on a cushion at one of the low tables surrounding the fire and Oberyn summoned a page to bring you wine and sweet date cakes, before running off to make merry with a handsome young courtier.  

“Did you put him up to this?” you asked as Ellaria draped one arm around you.  

Ellaria scoffed.  

“Hardly,” she said, twisting her fingers through your hair.  “A nudge, that’s all.  Just a little reassurance.  Even princes know to fear dragons.”

You took Ellaria’s hand in yours and placed a kiss on her palm.

“Thank you.”   

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The Viper longs for foliage

Oberyn Martell x plus size female reader

Fanfiction 18+

Summary: The Viper of Dorne has taken issue with a current trend spreading across his land. A solution must be found, Lord Martell will not remain unfulfilled.

Warnings: Oberyn Martell (his own warning), threat of bodily harm, sex work, cursing, toxic family member, hair kink, public sex (a few dashes), body worship, virginity loss, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap it up people), praise kink, breeding kink, aftercare

Word Count: a little under 7k

Notes: First time I’m writing Oberyn Martell. I conferenced with @iamasaddie and @pedrodascal to get the Prince’s voice initially.

I had planned it to be out in October for Kinktober but it was not ready. 🤣 The fic is better for it honestly.

Special thanks to Miss Mel @avastrasposts for editing 🥰 She also helped me see he’s a bit more benevolent than I thought.

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“Are there no grown women anymore save for midwives and grandmothers?!” The frustrated Prince threw a glass after emptying the wine it held. The new trend over the last six months had spread throughout the region of Dorne. He had thought it amusing at first because mainly noblewomen were participating in the latest trend, and he had his pick of them and commoners. Enough to where he thought he could avoid it. Much to his chagrin, commoners were now participating in the obnoxious idiocy as well.

The aide to the prince finches slightly at the glass but asks one of the maids to clean it up and bring him some more wine. “Sire, they are all grown women. Just…erm…just less bristly as you prefer.” He knew his lordship’s tastes well, since the prince had been finding more and more women conforming to this new social norm, he had been tasked with finding a woman, noble or common, that did not. The aide had brought his liege some gentlemen, but they too had succumbed to making themselves clean-shaven as well. It frustrated the aide nearly as much as The Red Viper of Dorne because the aide was the one that had to suffer through his tantrums when he was discontent with his partners.

“The trend is utter madness. Why would you remove part of what The Seven have given you? It makes no sense to me, and I cannot properly finish if not motivated.” The Red Viper slumped over in a chair, being a bit dramatic but he needed to drive home his point. The aide nodded as the maid who cleaned up the glass brought the prince his wine, he wrapped an arm around her small waist and pulled her close. “My pretty maid, you have not succumbed to the masses, have you?” He asked her, she was rather confused and shook her head. The prince smiled and let her go. “Raise your dress, I must check.” Letting out a squeal, she continued to shake her head.

“My Lord, I cannot. I am due to be married soon. My fiancé prefers I…” she stammered. His golden robe slipped out of his chair as he stood. His face darkened, suspecting her of indeed conforming to this god-awful new standard. The maid raised her dress and pulled down the cloth that covered her hairless mound. A long sigh came from his lips, and he waved her away.

“Damn it all, I need to find whoever the demon is responsible for this trend and run them through with my spear.” Oberyn Martell had spoken.

The prince’s aide knew he had to keep looking; soon, instead of trying to feed his sexual appetite, Lord Martell may demote him to being a practice dummy for the soldier’s aim. Maybe they would hit their target, maybe he would be the target. His lordship wouldn’t be so cruel as to kill him and leave his family fatherless, but he wasn’t above maiming someone either.

The week comprised of meetings and training for The Red Viper of Dorne, thankfully for his aide, this gave him more time to track down someone who had hair in places the prince wanted it. Early in the week was when the pleasure houses were slower, husbands needed to work, sons apprenticed with their fathers and uncles and went home to families. In these places, the aide searched, finding men and women with less and less hair. The proprietors swore that it was what their patrons wanted, which judging by what was requested when the aide continued his search in the evening appeared to be true. The aide even poked around the barracks but in keeping with the times and to impress their own women and men, Martell trained or beat more like it, the soldiers that appeared to be clean shaven, the beginnings of his resentments boiling over. The aide knew he was on borrowed time in his position.

It was at Madam Daisy’s Blossoms that the aide traveled to in the middle of the week that he had a glimmer of hope. The hulking man that was guarding the door had a full beard, he recognized the Viper on the aide’s tunic and shook his head, stopping his question before he even started. With his shoulders slumped, the aide entered the establishment and was greeted with women and men in various shapes, sizes and shades but all appeared to only have hair on their heads and eyebrows. He spied Madam Daisy and bowed to her slightly before following her to an office.

“Madam, I appreciate the varied selection of ladies and men, but they are lacking what my lord requires. Please, at least one of them must have some, any hair elsewhere on their body. Please, I may be dead soon.” He pleaded as sat down, the Madam patted his head and poured him wine, handing him a glass as she leaned on the edge of his chair.

“Kind sir, it is what the people want. Most people it seems. I cannot be blamed if the prince has his preferences.” She tilted her head. There was no one of her girls or boys she could picture for the prince. Forming a relationship with him though one of her blossoms would be a boon for business but she didn’t have what he required.

A small chest on top of a leather-bound ledger was carried in your soft hands as you made your way to the Madam’s office. You were late with last night’s count and book update which the Madam wanted to review each morning. It had been difficult to sleep since a few of the men who came in last night were rather loud with their exclamations of pleasure, they had been soldiers who came in with injuries that they wanted to be soothed with flesh. That was the nature of this place, and it was fine with you. That was not your role here. It had been decided early on since you were the Madam’s niece that unless she was down to her last girls and boys, you would not be selling your flesh. Instead, you were taught to read, write, and count. The Madam’s eyes had gotten poor over the years, and she needed to make sure everything added up, especially after the last of the Madam’s lovers had stolen from the chest and threatened to leave the Blossoms without a place to perform their services. Thankfully, the Madam was able to reach a deal with the landlord through other means, her skills and jaw had not diminished, only her vision.

Knocking on the office door, you opened it and set the chest and ledger on the table and chirped a “Good morning, Madam!” You weren’t allowed to call her aunt, no one must know of your relation. The story was that you had lost your betrothed at a young age, and it scarred you for other men, a second story was circulated that you were the madam’s personal girl, attending to her needs in-between her lovers. The second one bothered you the most, but it kept you safe from engaging in work you did not want to do. You were older than a majority of the girls but did not look it, your thick eyebrows raised. Turning around, you were greeted with a puzzled look from a slight man and a scowl from the Madam. “Ah…I did not realize you were entertaining. Excuse me Madam.” You bowed and moved to exit, but the Madam grabbed your arm. The aide stared at your face, noting that you had thick eyebrows. He had not seen you with the others and you were not wearing a flowing dress, but a simple tunic and rumpled pants with boots on your feet. You looked like you bathed though, just your clothes had seen better days. He decided that you were much plumper than what he normally delivered to the Viper but at this point anyone would do to prevent him from being swallowed whole. He was going to make a point to speak to you after whatever conversation you might have with the Madam. The aide may remain whole this week yet.

“Kind sir, please allow me to speak to my girl here, in the meantime, please enjoy the company of those outside.” The Madam ushered the man out of her office and closed the door, beckoning you over to her desk and exhaled deeply.

“My foolish sweet little pip, why did you have to come now…” The madam leaned back, you remained silent, you knew you were supposed to bring the money and ledger, she had scolded you before and withheld your small wage when you were late before. “That man has seen you and he has…a certain agenda for a very important man.” The Madam leaned forward and set her elbows on the desk, her cheeks in her hands. “The man is the most important in Dorne. The prince, you understand?” You nodded but didn’t understand what it had to do with you, you counted, recorded, and helped clean up the flowers on occasion when the patrons would be too rough. The Viper would have multitudes of people to do that. “Our prince Viper is looking for something particular. He desires a lover with hair in the natural places, not what most of our customers prefer. I would not ask this of you, but the Viper’s aide has seen you and your face.” The Madam pointed to her eyebrows, she too had thinned them as occasionally she performed as well, some men, especially those who had been soldiers for a while or those who had been married for quite a while wanted a mother-like figure, sometimes for carnal desires, oft times just for companionship, they paid quite well but were hard to come by. You felt your own eyebrows, not worried about your appearance in the least, they were thick and arched perfectly above your eyes. You had let one of the other girls practice using this rough sugar substance under your arms just to see what it was like. It hurt a bit, but your underarms did feel cleaner. The girls recommended using it on your whole body, but you rejected that idea. No one was going to see it so it did not matter, the idea of dying as an untouched old maid was quite favorable in your eyes. It made you wonder what the flowers would do once they were too old to be working here, having seen some of them over the years disappear and never hear from them again.

“Madam…” you whispered, “Aunt please…I’ve heard of the Viper, he is a great ruler yes, but…I don’t want to be used and thrown away. I just want to count and write…please…” Your eyes started to water, but you knew above else, your aunt knew how to survive, even if it cost someone else their happiness as it had in the past when some flowers wanted to leave. It could be that your aunt was behind them disappearing. “Who else would you trust with the money and books? I have never stolen from you. Please…” You grabbed her wrist, pleading that she reconsider, you would rather hide in some dark hole then go to the Viper, his appetites were well known, what good would you be to him, you knew nothing of those ways.

The Madam stood and took you in her arms, giving you a strong hug. “I have loved you as my own. Your privileged life so far has been due to me. I have protected you as long as I can. If I do not send you, they will raid my garden to take you by force and I will not have that. Go gather your things and let the girls find you something suitable to present yourself before the Viper. Perhaps you shall bear him a child. He is good to the women that do. That way you will be safe. Little pip, your luck has run out. May The Seven keep you.” When the two of you parted, she had started crying as well, you were the closest she had to a daughter and now just because of the Viper’s whim, you would be gone. You wiped your tears and left, ignoring the aide trying to get your attention and headed to your room. You had a few books, three pairs of pants, three tunics, another pair of boots and your small chest of twenty silver and fifty copper pieces. It was all you had.

The aide worked out the price for you, two-hundred gold pieces, expensive, but it was worth it to live. It appears you did not have a dress or even basic shoes. He rolled his eyes and took you to a noble’s bathhouse, the pair of you drew eyes, but he turned you over to a different woman, Lady Myrrh, who looked you up and down. She took you into a private bath and told you to strip. Doing as instructed, she called two other women to wash your hair and scrub you head to toe, you knew you washed a few times a week, so you felt clean normally but this scrubbing, multiple washings made you feel like you hadn’t ever washed properly. After you were washed and dried, they applied rose oils to your skin, making you glisten. Lady Myrrh frowned at your underarms but commented that the Viper should be pleased with your arms, stomach, legs and especially your own well bristled garden. You had suspected what the prince was after that would cause him to reject noblewomen and commoners alike and that confirmed it, he preferred his lovers with natural hair, it didn’t seem that important considering the sexual acts people did and most of them did not focus on hair. Far be it from you to try and understand such a depraved mind. The two women with Lady Myrrh brought in different colors to see what went best with your skin, they settled on a deep violet and brought some flat shoes for you to put on instead of your trusty boots. The aide said you would be able to keep your things and hurried you onto the back of his horse, though it felt like you may pull him off given he was a slight man. Arriving to the Viper’s Den, the high walls felt like they were closing in on you, the castle was even more stunning up close, supplies were being moved inside, the aide explained that the Viper was having another banquet to try and find another woman, but it would likely fail as the other in the last months had. You would be at the banquet to view the life you would now lead and then if the Viper did not come to you himself, the aide would take you to the prince’s bedroom. Your things were placed in a room, bigger than yours at the pleasure house, but smaller than some of the ones you had seen.

The banquet had more food and people that you had ever seen. Everyone was in elegant dresses and clothes, there were some soldiers, but they were mainly drinking and eating. A few of them appeared to be having their manhoods sucked by a few of the women while there was dancing and some fort of singing or chanting going on. You strode in the hall, your violet dress draped about your round figure, one of your legs shown through a slit in the lower part of the dress, your thighs jiggled as you walked and found a nice spot between a table of food and a wall. Unsure of who to talk to or what to do, you sampled some of the pork. A woman came up to you, her hand traced up your arm and she giggled, made she had some of the wine or it could have been the haze of smoke that stung your eyes slightly. “You look like you’re from a tapestry, can I taste you?” A mouth full or pork prevented you from answering as she chewed quickly and swallowed, before you could speak, her lips were on your cheek. “You’re so cute, are you nervous? It doesn’t bode well for your canvas, relax. Our Prince Viper wants us all to enjoy.” The woman blew away through the sea of people, toward the Viper himself who sat atop his throne. He removed a young man’s tunic and appeared to be disappointed by what he saw, the same with a young woman from which he withdrew his hand from under her dress, shaking his head.

The Viper had engaged in more training with his troops, sharpening his spear skills and testing his men’s close quarters acumen that was lacking, thus his soldiers were more battered than usual due to the Viper’s foul mood. His aide had also been absent save for meetings, he presumed he was continuing his search, but the prince had not heard any good news. Aides were supposed to support and provide were they not? If they cannot, then what good are they? He left his throne and stepped out onto the balcony, looking forward to some fresh air, but instead found one of his soldiers fucking a woman bent over the rail. The sight causes the prince to lick his lips and keep watch only to see the soldier’s back, ass and legs, the woman’s legs, smooth and reflected well in the moonlight. The prince tossed his wine on them and returned to his quarters, more evidence of this trend being too popular disturbed him greatly.

The aide saw the disappointment on the Viper’s face on his own throne. He had been assured by Lady Myrrh that you did have the hair the prince wanted, for his sake you had to. He found you against the wall, wiped your mouth of the pork and pulled you to a bedroom that looked like it could fit the entire pleasure house.

“Wait here. Do not move. Do not speak unless his lordship tells you otherwise.” You were sat on the bed and instructed by the aide who released his grip on your wrist. “I apologize for being so curt, but you must understand the Viper must have what he needs. You are what he needs right now. You shall be fine….er…what did the Madam call you?” He paused for a moment. “Little pip, correct? It shall all be fine. According to the mothers of his eight daughters, he can be quite gentle when it calls for it.” The aide gave you a weak smile before leaving. You watched him leave in disbelief. You knew why you were here, the purpose, but the same things you saw in that banquet hall, is that what would be required of you? You felt nothing as you watched. The girls had told you watching can cause you to have a heat yourself, but you just felt uneasy. Maybe you could just lay there, and the prince takes what he needs from you and then you can go back to your room and sleep. If you slept, maybe you’d wake up in your small room on time and deliver the small chest to the Madam before the first light broke.

Your delusion was soon shattered.

The prince was met with the aide he had not seen since their daily morning meeting to go over the state of affairs and any urgent matters. The aide assured the Viper that he would be pleased with what he found in his bed.

“You best not lie to me.” Martell reached into his robe and pinned the aide against the wall, stabbing the wall next to his head. “If this one does not, please me, demotion will be the least of your worries. That I can promise.” The aide nodded furiously and ran away, the Viper made his way to his bedroom, noting that more candles were lit than usual, he removed his dagger from his waist and set it on the table and removed his boots as well.

He saw a silhouette sitting on his bed, plump and round. So, far, he was pleased, a dress draped the body he assumed to be female, not too many men wore dresses and the fabric seemed too light for a man’s robe. It had been quite some time since he had felt the weight of thick thighs as he was between a woman’s legs. “What is your name, woman?” He asked, not pulling back the gray sheer curtain that was between them. She had hair on her head, long, eyebrows could be well formed, but he’d need to pull the curtain back to be sure. Bountiful bosoms, always welcome, soft delicate hands that seemed to be shaking. She was anxious, how adorable, maybe his aide would keep his position after all.

“I..I-I am called little pip.” A quiet voice answered, it was beautiful, his hand pulled back the curtain. A woman sat before him, fear set in her eyes and above broad eyebrows. Her round face was complimented by her equally round shoulders and forearms that had…hair as did her legs. It could be that more of her has hair, the Viper wanted to know now, but he must ease her into it.

“Is that really your name, my muse? I do not believe so. If you will allow me, let me touch you. You may call me Oberyn.” He bent down to where he was looking up at you, he took your hands with his and rubbed circles on the back of them, helping you to relax slightly. You nodded and told him your name to which he smiled widely. “A name worthy of such a picture of divinity.” The Viper took your hands and kissed each one, then released them and ran his hands up your forearms, the vellus hairs on your arms encouraging him to kiss your cheek as your body tensed, trying to anticipate when he may tower over you to take what is now his. Martell, notes this and runs his hands down onto your thighs. “You have heard many things, I am sure, about what I do and what I am. Many of them are true my muse.” He pushes the dress away exposing more of your legs and places a hand on each thigh, “However, I have forced no one into my bed. They come of their own accord. Have you known a man my dear?” Martell did find a certain thrill in deflowering lovers, being their first introduction to pleasure and knowing that they would know no other lover as attentive as him, so he told himself.

“No, I have not Lord Viper, I was hoping never to. It doesn’t seem to be worth it. Please do as you like and let me be, I would like to sleep.” You responded. There was no doubt that Oberyn Martell could have anything and anyone he wanted. He was ruthless, merciless and had the allure of an incubus, able to tempt anyone he came across into his bed. He was very pleasing to the eyes, his voice sounded as silky as his robe. He then decided to remove his signature robe and left himself bare before you, fully at attention and ready though you wondered, was it just because of hair? You hadn’t even removed your dress? Is it also because you’re untouched as well? He’s one of those that likes to deflower but given he’s a prince he’s likely had many virgins. His shoulders were wider than you thought, and it made you wonder if you might even be able to walk straight after he finished with you.

“As I said, I will not force you my muse, but I will have satisfaction, as it has eluded me for quite some time.” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Take off your clothes. We shall bare ourselves to each other.” He stood back to his full height as he waited. You stood and slowly removed the dress, closing your eyes as you dropped the small cloth that covered your womanhood. You took a deep breath, focusing on the man before you so that you wouldn’t think of his starving eyes drinking your form in. The little hairs distributed on your belly and the glorious bush he spied between your legs, made his length drip. “By The Seven, a celestial being you are indeed. Muse do not be afraid, I will satisfy you as well, teach you the ways of pleasure. I can guarantee it.” The prince stood before you, placing a hand on your hip, his warm hand contrasted with your cool skin, you attempted to recoil at his touch, but the Viper’s fingers sunk into the flesh of your hips to hold you in place. He used his nose to trace a circle on your shoulder, the touch was sudden, but the rhythm was welcome. You released a small hum as he did, using his hands to sway your hips with his, the prince replaced his nose with his tongue in the same circular motion. His hands on your hips started to move in a circle as well, it went wider, down to your thigh and around to your ass, the sensation caused you to buck away from his hand toward his hips and his reddened member and he chuckled. “You appeared not to be excited my muse, has that changed?” You placed your hands on his biceps, running your fingers up and down them, you didn’t look at his face though, it didn’t make sense what you were feeling. Hot, but more than that expectant of what was to come, were you actually excited about the act you were going to perform with this prince? Oberyn did not take kindly to being ignored and used his nose to run up your neck and chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I asked you a question my dear.”

“I don’t know. I think you’re bewitched me somehow, my prince.” You stated, he licked his lips and pecked your lips, then your cheek. The Viper walked you toward the bed and gingerly pushed you back, making you land with a small bounce on the mattress. He pointed toward the head of the bed, instructing you to scoot back. “Lord Viper, are you going to take me now?” You asked, anxious, it outweighed the warm feeling you had moments ago. The prince smirked and crawled on the bed next to you before grabbing the sides of your head and running his thumbs over your eyebrows.

“You did not listen, dear. It is time to show what I meant by teaching you.” Oberyn pecked your lips again as his fingers trailed upward, combing through your thick hair, you turned away from, and the tip of his nose traced your right eyebrow. “Such a glorious crown you have my muse. Untouched brows. I wish to see more. Touch more.” He straightened his back, his palm roaming your round shoulders and toward your breasts. He took one in each hand and was glad to see that not all of them could fit in his grasp. The Prince started massaging them, pressing his palms on your nipples, the friction felt odd to you, it made you push your chest forward against his hands. A soft whimper crept from your lips, and he grinned, lowering his head to place his cheek on your plush stomach. “Such lushness boggles the mind. I wonder how much more creamy you would feel with my child growing inside of you? You may be the one to bear me a son.” The Viper licked your belly, his tongue grabbing the fine hairs on it. Your legs opened to bend your knees and scoot away from him but you were already at the top of the bed. There was nowhere to go.

“It feels….Lord Viper it feels strange, I feel…” Your words were failing you, it felt like you might wet yourself and you had to pee. There was a sort of pressure you were feeling. It was making you breathe harder, and your nipples had hardened, unlike when you were cold, they felt hot, everywhere felt hot even though your skin was still chilly from the night air. Martell chuckled at your reaction, releasing your breasts and massaging your stomach next.

“My beautiful muse. Do you feel warm? Hot even?” His hands ran over your hairs again, watching him look down at you, admiring your body, it made you concerned that you may like the way he’s looking at you. The desire, the slow movement of his hands, exploring your lumps and crevices. Another sound came from your lips, it was deeper than a yelp but not a growl rather, “My, my dear, you moaned sooner than I thought you would. Sweet woman, I shall give you more to make you scream my name.” The Prince’s lips touched the skin between your breasts then pecked his way down to the part of your belly that hung above your wet core. He started to rub his check on the hairs that dotted your stomach. His facial hair scratched wonderfully on your skin and had you shift your hips, trying to make for more contact. A soft chuckle came from The Viper’s throat, your thighs were parted by his forearms as he descended to face your heat. You attempted to close your legs, but Martell remained immovable.

“My Prince, please don’t stare like that. It’s…I need to clean…” You tried to pipe up and looked down at the top of Martell’s head, his cropped chocolate hair was all that you saw until he met your gaze, his eyes wide, then they narrowed. He bit your inner thigh and you winced, grunting.

“My pet muse, I see nothing dirty. In fact, such sweet nectar is so pure, I wonder if I might be struck down by the Gods when I partake in it. Let’s find out, my muse.” Oberyn used two fingers to part your slick lips, exposing your slit to more air, you pressed your feet into the bed from the sensation, The Prince leaned in, expanding his lungs to absorb your scent into his nostrils. Fingers from his opposite hand danced through your pubic bristles, Martell purred. Your fluffy mound was perfect to The Viper who had longed to see any proper body hair on a woman let long, the follicles that were plentiful on your body. His tongue dove in, darting around your outer ring of muscle, your hips shot up and you screamed for your prince. As swiftly as he had inserted it, he removed it. “My pet, I told you, my name. You must use it as I provide you pleasure.” Your hands pressed into the bed, then pulled on the sheets. Why? Why would he make you experience this? It was maddening, such elation could be had with these acts. This was why people fought, killed, stole and gods only knew what else. You never needed to know this; life was better without knowing such things. A thumb grazed your entrance, and you hitched your voice.

“P-Prince…Martell…ahh…is your…n-name…” You moaned, your legs opening wider for your prince. His thumb moved a bit faster, and entered to his knuckle, moving slowly. Fingers kept massaging your fringe covered mound and moved downward toward a tiny area that when the pad of his index finger touched it, you screamed. Martell’s hands then came to a stop.

“That is not the half of my name I want you to use, my muse. Say my first name and not my title. I will remain still until you do.” The Viper commanded. Your hips buckled but the prince moved with you so there was as little friction as possible. Your groans went unanswered, he had given an order and you had not complied yet.

“O-Oberyn, please continue…please…” You cooed. Gasping as his fingers touched that tiny spot that shot electricity upward through your body. “M-M-My Lord, Oberyn that place, touch it more Lord Viper.” Between staggered breaths you asked, pleaded with him to give you more. The Viper bit his lower lip before pressing his chin into your pubic mane, humming so his jaw would vibrate on your spongy morsel. Your thighs closed around his head as you raised your hips so his chin would press into you more, to give you more.

“My muse has quite an appetite for me. Who am I to deny her?” His grin was felt through her mound, he lowered his face, so his nose tickled her sensitive bud and moaned the Prince’s name. His mouth gathered around your supple folds before flicking his tongue along the entrance to your warm lagoon. The Viper lapped, slurped and swallowed your core. Screams didn’t begin to describe the sounds coming from your body. Salacious noises came from below your pelvis, Martell’s brow was dewy with a combination of his sweat and your fluids as he dined on your succulent center. The cracked howl that left your lungs broke across the air, your shoulders pressed into the bed as your back curved, the feeling before paled in comparison to this, the scorching taut pull of your muscles, your head felt like it was floating away from your body. Waves ascended from your hips forcing your legs to wrap even tighter around the Prince’s head. An uproariously loud gaffe trembled against your soaked folds. As your body began to slack, Martell slowly rose and crawled to your side, wrapping an arm around your shivering belly.

“My sweet Pet, I shall allow you a short reprieve before we continue. You’re doing beautifully, continue to give me tender sounds and growls. I shall pull them from your body until you can only speak your kind Prince’s name.” A devious smile draped his face, his lips pecked yours as they remained slightly parted, your chest was starting to heave less. Fluttering eyes watched Oberyn’s glistening face, the candles flickered making shadows dance on his face, your arm raised off the bed, trying to reach for The Viper, to touch him. Your body was so heavy, all your muscles sore, how could you use all of them? Another chuckle left Martell’s soft lips. He took your hand in his to hold it, then circled his nose around your areola, not touching your nipple. You felt the warm exhalations from his nose, a small whine left your throat. “Lovely muse, with tunes such as this, your reprieve will end now. Are you prepared?” His voice felt poised to pounce upon her, he settled on his knees still beside her wide frame, but his head was over her breasts, he was biding his time as he did before until you answered him.

Summoning the little strength you had, you propped yourself up on your elbows, searching in the Prince’s eyes, hunger laid bare in them but something else…affection maybe? It was leagues ahead of what you expected when you first arrived at this place.

“Oberyn. Enter me. I know not if I can bear you a child, but I am now yours.” The room became silent, maybe you said the wrong thing, how else should you have said it though. The Viper’s eyes appeared like they glowed for a moment with the same gold from his robe. Swiftly, he slithered between your legs and ran his length along your warm folds coating himself in your glistening nectar. A feral groan left the Prince’s lips as he slowly entered you inch by inch until his scrotum tickled your buttocks. Your hands took hold of his forearms and dug your nails into them, the expansion of your narrow passage hurt at first then dulled into a mild ache. Oberyn remained still, studying your face, its contorted form gradually relaxed as your body adjusted. When your lip only quivered slightly it was when he drew back, the ridges of his velvet passion dragged against your walls as they tightened around him. The measured sweeps continued as the Prince spoke, leaning forward to kiss between your breasts. His name left your lungs with each stroke, your eyes closed to focus on the sensations, trying to keep track of all of them but failing miserably as he kept giving you more.

“My lovely muse, you feel as though I have ascended into the heavens. I require more of you. Experience your high again and draw me deeper into you. Accept my desire.”

Martell’s thrusts gradually became quicker, his hands took hold of your hips and raised them, his strength surprised you and made you gasp in between your moans, he was focused on the satisfaction he had been denied for the last six months. You represented what he had craved, a natural beauty, bountiful in both flesh and hair. Precocious to the ways of the world, yet innocent of its true pleasure. Creating your descent into lust brought him an extra layer of fulfillment, The Viper paused momentarily to pull your heavy frame toward his chest, having your forehead rub his chin, one arm wrapped around your back, his sturdy zeal never left your soaked cavern as he then started driving his hips upward, your arms enveloped his shoulders as you climaxed, your eyes fluttered and you screamed again, your voice cutting out toward the last waves of your high. Martell then pulled your chin back down to face him, commanding you to keep your eyes open.

“Beautiful, you must watch me as I will you, give me more, for I am an insatiable man. You take the seed I give you.”

Oberyn grunted as he pumped, his warm milk laced your trembling walls. Both of your backs curved, making your stomachs press together as your eyes glossed over, you fell back first as the Prince fell on top of you. His member becoming softer inside of you, he did not pull out. He wanted to stay inside of you as long as possible. To ensure that both his seed took and that he could continue to have his fill of you. As he panted, he nuzzled into your shoulder and his nose sniffed your hair, burying his face in it. All of you was abundant, hair, flesh, wit, and he was curious what else. When he finally looked at your face, you were barely awake, muttering his name softly.

“Oberyn…Oberyn…what happens now?” You asked, barely above a whisper. Your voice was nearly gone. A thumb traced along your bottom lip. You saw a soft smile followed by a kiss to your forehead then lips. A sudden chill overcame your cunt as the Prince slowly pulled himself out of you. A sheet was placed over your body, Oberyn moved to the edge of the bed and your hand shot toward him.

“My muse, you already don’t want me to go?” His laugh made your heart swell. He’s not a Viper, he’s a thief and possibly using some dark magic. “We must wipe each other down. I would very much enjoy you to stay in my remnants as I yours but the chief physician assures me it is healthier not not. Bah, it’s all natural and given to us by the Seven is it not?” He stood and beckoned one of the maids for cloths, towels and a bowl of warm water. He then helped you up on your wobbly legs and had you sit near the large balcony seat with him.

“My L-er Oberyn. Must we wipe down here?” You asked, he dipped the cloth in warm water and started with your face, shoulders and chest, taking special care to pinch your nipples. “Aahh, please…” You squealed, leaning into his large hands. A snicker followed a second cloth to your stomach, back and ass. When he used a third cloth to wipe down your core, you flinched as it was sensitive.

“I shall stop teasing you for now my muse. I cannot say the same of tomorrow.” The Prince stated and finished with your legs. You began to wipe him down gingerly, especially when you got his chest and shoulders, the moonlight displayed the red marks you had left on his cheek and back. Your hand froze especially on his back where the red and pink lines overlapped. Feeling you stop, he hummed. “Sweet scars I shall bear with pride rather than the ones I have from battle. Much more pleasurably earned.”

“I endeavor to please Oberyn.” A playful slap from you to his back made him wince, even more curious, through physical play? He could indeed accommodate that. You changed out the cloth and washed off his stomach and then his dense member. A soft moan came from the Prince’s lips. He moved your hand to clean his legs.

“Be careful my muse. This is your first night, entice me too much and I shall not let you rest.” You swallow the saliva that had been building in your throat. Rest would be appreciated. Drying each other off, you turned to head back to bed as Oberyn wrapped his arms around you, turning once again toward the moonlight.

“I thought we were to rest?” Placing your hands over his, you looked up at him as he met your gaze and then turned back to look over his land.

“We will. Take in all that lies before my beautiful muse. You shall become a part of this. You may even replace that bumbling page I have. You certainly are much more fetching to gaze upon.” As Martell spoke, you sighed. Maybe being here was truly a blessing only time would tell.

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[just-here-for-the-moment]

congrats on 300 followers claire! you deserve it you're amazing i love youuuuu! i did you awesome wheel spin thingy and i got oberyn motherfucking martel and size kink holy fucking shit i am horny for that man and so excited about this one!! can you write me something about how oberyn would call me his sweet little thing and wreck my pussy??? aggsadfihbsdflhksdb you're the best love you!!

Ohhhhhh my god Jo.

Jo, Jo, Jo... I hope I did this justice, because this Ask combination is 🔥🔥🔥

Here's your Oberyn "size kink" filth under the cut... enjoy!

You were sitting on your favorite courtyard bench, reading a volume of poetry when you looked up and saw your Prince striding toward you. He greeted you with that slow smile as he looked you up and down, closing the distance across the courtyard. You shut your book and stood up to greet him.

When he stood next to you he towered over you, and you had to lean back to meet his eyes. He wrapped both of his large hands around your upper arms and squeezed, inclining his mouth to your ear to murmur, "Hello, my sweet little friend. Do you have some time to spend with your Prince this afternoon?"

Your breath caught and you couldn't speak, but you nodded. He plucked the book of poetry from your hands and gave it an approving nod. He said something about how much he loved it, but you missed his words... your eyes were fixated on how small the book looked in his hand. It was a volume that you had to hold open with both hands, but he held it between his thumb and fingers like it was a slip of parchment.

He placed his hand on the small of your back as you walked, and you shivered at how it nearly spanned your whole waist. You grew more dizzy and damp the closer you got to his bedchambers. When you arrived he sent the others away, claiming that he was tired and wanted a "calmer afternoon" than yesterday. He undressed himself and sat on the bed, pulling you close so that you stood between his knees.

You put your hands on his broad shoulders, thick from years of training. The Prince ran his fingers up through all of your laces and layers, effortlessly undoing every knot and slip of fabric. When you were bare, with your clothing pooled at your feet, he put his large hands on your waist, his fingers nearly meeting at the back.

He pulled you close and leaned his cheek against your breast as you stroked his head and soothed him with soft words. His hands drifted down, and you loved the way each of his broad hands nearly fully cupped each side of your bottom. He lifted his face to yours, and you admired his handsome face, his lovely lips, and the mischievous twinkle in his deep brown eyes. The size difference was noticeable here, too. You barely had to incline your head to place soft kisses to his lips.

He suddenly scooped you off your feet and carried you in both arms around the end of the bed to the other side of the room. A large mirror was stood there, and the Prince placed you to stand and face it. He stood behind you and stroked your shoulders and your arms, reaching his large hands around to cup your breasts and roll your nipples between his broad fingers.

"Look at yourself, my sweet girl. You're so beautiful. I love how tiny you look in my arms." He lifted one of your arms to curve up and behind his neck, and he ran his fingers down to your hips. He put two fingers into the V of your sex and spread you open in front of the mirror. Two of his fingers filled you and felt like three of your own.

The Prince reached to the bed and tossed a large, flat cushion on the floor in front of the mirror. He sat on it and turned his side to the mirror. "Come here, my sweet girl. I want you to watch yourself as we pleasure each other."

You took his hand and let him guide you until you were straddling his lap. He stroked his manhood until it was hard and hot, and then he held himself in one thick fist as you began to sink down onto him. You threw your head back and closed your eyes as his hard cock entered you. The stretch of him was decadent, filling you completely as you completed your descent.

"No, no, my little friend. Open your eyes, watch us in the mirror." You opened your eyes, following his order to turn your head toward the reflection. You saw your own lust-blown eyes at half mast, your lips parted in ecstasy, breaths coming shallow and quick as you began to pump him with your hips.

You watched in the mirror and felt him lick a long stripe from your sternum up to your chin, and you loved how his large hands wrapped around you; one cupping your bottom to guide you up and down, the other wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you in place and grounding you as your senses threatened to flee completely.

"Now, my sweet little thing, show me what you can do. Let me feel every part inside of you as you take your pleasure on me."

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Youvebeenlivingfictional Kinktober 2022

I’m participating in Kinktober 2022 this year using this list by the phenomenal @absurdthirst​ . If you'd like to be tagged, please leave a comment on this post or send in an ask.

Day One - Diego Jimenez x Reader.

Warnings: Exhibitionism, gun play; grinding; one light slap

Day Two - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Warnings: Voyeurism; toy use (dildo); overstimulation; oral sex; cursing

Day Three - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Cursing, spanking, one (1) pussy slap, handjobs, blowjobs, piv, spitroasting, threesome, unprotected sex, cumplay, Dom!Steve, Switch!Bucky, Sub!Reader

Day Four - Layla El-Faouly x Reader

Warnings: Nipple play, biting, grinding

Day Five -Josh Lyman x Reader

Warnings: Kitchen counter sex, spit as lube, piv, unprotected sex

Day Six - Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x Reader

Warnings: Sex work; lingerie; reverse cowgirl; piv; unprotected sex; accidental fluff and angst; this one also wound up being way longer than I expected it to be

Day Seven - AOS!Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: Shower sex; oral sex (male and female receiving); fingering; piv; unprotected sex

Day Eight - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Warnings: Begging; phone sex; the fellating of a lollipop; masturbation; subby Jonathan

Day Nine - Benoit Blanc x Reader

Warnings: Fingering; rimming; oral sex; anal sex; unprotected sex

Day Ten - Duncan Idaho x Reader

Warnings: Fingering; slight sensory deprivation; unprotected sex; size difference; choking

Dany Eleven - AOS!Leonard 'Bones' McCoy x Reader

Warnings: Frottage, smooching, fingering, handjob

Day Twelve - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader

Warnings: Cock warming; riding; desk sex

Day Thirteen - Benny Miller x Reader

Warnings: Masturbation; phone sex; scent kink

Day Fourteen - Orlando Oxford x Reader

Warnings: Glory hole; piv; unprotected sex

Day Fifteen - Santiago Garcia x Reader x Frankie Morales

Warnings: Cuckolding; facesitting; oral sex; dirty talk; piv; unprotected sex; cumplay; implied bi characters

Day Sixteen - Angel Reyes x Reader x Bishop Losa

Warnings: Oral sex; unprotected sex; piv; anal; double penetration; cursing

Day Seventeen - Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: Pussy slapping; oral sex; dirty talk; spanking

Day Eighteen - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand

Warnings: Pegging; piv; unprotected sex

Day Nineteen - Tangerine x Reader

Warnings: Role playing/prep for a honeypot mission; oral sex; fingering; spit as lube; unprotected sex

Day Twenty - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Warnings: Flouting of Regency Mores; Handjobs; gags; piv; unprotected sex

Day Twenty One - Gurney Halleck x Reader

This can kinda be read as a companion piece to The Warmaster's Wife

Warnings: Masturbation; oral sex; fingering; breeding

Day Twenty Two - James Bond x Reader

Warnings: Sex pollen; unprotected sex; piv; implied multiple orgasms; rough sex

Day Twenty Three - Benny Borracho Magalon x Reader

Warnings: Lap dance; oral sex; fingering; rough sex; piv; one degrading term

Day Twenty Four - Javi G x Reader

Warnings: Edgeplay; praise kink; masturbation; piv; unprotected sex

Day Twenty Five - Mirror!Christopher Pike x Reader

Warnings: Collaring; mirror sex; choking; fingering; piv; unprotected sex

Day Twenty Six - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Warnings: Flouting of Victorian mores; riding; piv unprotected sex

Day Twenty Seven - Abel Morales x Reader

Warnings: Oral sex; piv; infidelity

Day Twenty Eight - Christine Chapel x Reader

Warnings: Oral sex; fingering; body swap; blindfolds; edging

Day Twenty Nine - Stewy Hosseini x Reader x Kendall Roy

Warnings: Masturbation; voyeurism; oral sex; mentions of cocaine, but not use or abuse; implied Eiffel Tower

Day Thirty - Harvey Specter x Reader

Warnings: Public sex; oral sex; piv; unprotected sex

Day Thirty One - Ray Merrimen x Reader

Warnings: Prey play, dub-con, dom/sub dynamics, derogatory language, pussy slapping, restraints, gagging, rough sex, piv, unprotected sex, aftercare, praise kink

[ladyxskywalker]

July 2022 (part two)

fandoms featured on this list; moon knight, pedro pascal characters, the batman, the amazing spider man, bridgerton, oscar isaac, charlie hunnam, the originals / tvd, & misc./multi fandom 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

✨️ apologies for this month’s list being a little shorter than usual ! I had some things going on, so some of these are comfort reads, & repeats that I’ve read again, new things I’ve read, or various series that I’ve started. hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Aug 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Jake Lockley

Six Stops by @lcvenderblues (gn!reader)

Love in Bloom, & Sunday Kind of Love by @egcdeath

✨ Marc Spector

Happy Birthday by @writingforcurrentobsessions

✨ Steven Grant

Spirals And Skin by @clints-lucky-arrow (artist!steven) (tattooed!f!reader) **

Tilt, Shift, & Balance by @the-little-ewok (steven x f!reader, marc x f!reader) **

Who Wouldn’t Want That? & Darling, I Fancy You by @yespolkadotkitty (f!reader)

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Clarity by @ezrasbirdie (dentist!ezra universe) (f!reader) **

Daze by @iamskyereads (slice of life) (domestic ezra universe) (prof!f!reader) (cw: children) **

In the Dark (series) by @frannyzooey (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

Where the Foxglove Grows by @mandoblowmybackout (plus size, neurodivergent, f!reader)

✨ Jack (Agent Whiskey) Daniels

Tangled Up (series) by @writeforfandoms (dragon rancher au) (f!reader)

✨ Marcus Pike

Desperado by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

Starting Over (series) by @wardenparker , & @absurdthirst (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy, divorce)

✨ Oberyn Martell

Yes, I do? by @toomanystoriessolittletime (modern au) (escort!oberyn) (f!reader)

✨ Pero Tovar

Full Moon Confessions by @artemiseamoon (f!reader)

Risk by @forever-rogue (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy mention) **

✨ The Thief (Casillero del Diablo)

The Painting by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Pascal Characters

Euclidean Geometry by @leslie-lyman (modern au) (poly!relationship) (f!reader) **

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ Alfred Pennyworth (The Batman)

Penny For Your Thoughts (series) by @eupheme (cw: age gap, daddy kink) (f!reader) **

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield)

Approach Shift (series) by @psithurista (f!reader) **

Beautiful Distraction by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader) **

✨ Bridgerton (Benedict Bridgerton)

Truth Unseen by @make-me-imagine (gn!reader)

✨ Bud Cooper (Oscar Isaac, Suburbicon 2017)

A Softer Side by @leiakenobi (f!reader) **

✨ Clash of the Titans (Draco, Mads Mikkelsen)

Of Gods and Men (series) by @KrystalFlare on fanfiction.net (draco x goddess oc) **

✨ Cobra Kai (Johnny Lawrence)

Challenger by @SecretSecret on ao3 (f!reader) **

✨ Duke Leto Atreides (Oscar Isaac, Dune)

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[astoryisaloveaffair]

My Mercenary Bold - Part 2: Off the Deep End

Pairing: Pero Tovar x Mermaid!Fem!Reader

*race and weight inclusive, see moodboard <3*

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Chapter Summary: Pero decides if he should try to see you again, damn the consequences

Word Count: 6,500K

Rating: Explicit, 18+

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Chapter Warnings: scary, mentions of mermaids eating people, blood, cussing, SPOOKY & CREEPY, fingering, teratophilia (monster fucking)

A/N: I rise from the dead for five seconds to post this update! Finally! I’m gonna be honest, this only got done because 3/4 was already written before I went AWOL. I’m going on vacation and hopefully reset. No beta, we live and die like Oberyn Martell <3 M.

Suggested Song: “Shallow” cover by Fleurie & Tommee Profitt

*mermaid credits: Mermaid Skye

The next morning Pero woke early, calling for a maid to bring him a bucket of water and a mirror so he could finally shave. He used his dagger despite protestation from the maid, a buxom wench that easily would have pleased him in the past. He had no interest in her now. 

After bringing a bucket for William to do the same, the two head up the steep hills of Positano in the direction of the Franzese Winery, the potential job they were told of in the pub the previous evening.

The main house was set up on the crest of the hill, overlooking the sea and the town below. A long, tiring dirt road leading up to a moderately sized house, surrounded by a remarkable amount of acres of grape vines. Set off to the side of the main house were three more smaller buildings, presumably where the storage and cellars were.  

Pero and Will made their way to the front of the main house, pausing when they saw an older looking woman walking through one of the closest plots, periodically checking plants as she went. They wait patiently so as not to scare her, it would not do to frighten a woman alone, and she notices them as she ambles closer.

“Buongiorno!” [Hello!] She sang, a hand raised and a brilliant smile on her face. She was a handsome woman with a beautiful voice, hearty and round with long white hair braided into a sloppy crown on her head covered by an ill-fitting bonnet, sparkling eyes that reminded Pero of the ocean and a healthy blush on her cheeks from the sun. “What can I do for you, good sirs?”

Will steps forward, knowing never to trust Tovar and his surly attitude to make a good first impression. “Good day. My friend and I have unfortunately landed far astray from where we intended to travel, and we are out of coin for the remaining journey. We asked around town, someone in the pub suggested we come up here. He said you might have some work?”

She smirks, rolling back on her heels as she crosses her sun-tanned arms. Then, she calls out a name, so loud and bellowing that it startles Will. “Denis!” She looks back at the pair of men. “I am calling my brother, he will want to meet you before we decide.”

Will hears Pero grumbling behind him and turns abruptly to glare just as a thin older man wanders around from the back of the house. 

“Denis, these men were inquiring about work.” She clues him in, the two of them looking Will and Pero conspiratorially. 

“Where are you from?”

Will takes the lead once again. “I am from Ireland, and my friend here is from Spain. We are mercenaries for hire, and we had journeyed far East and are trying to make our way home. We set sail to Naples but there was a storm and our ship wrecked. We came ashore here.”

“Very lucky you did not die. Many have died in that sea.” Lady Franzese says. She did not sound surprised at all to Pero, and he found that odd “Were there no other survivors?”

Will shook his head. 

“You must be very strong to have found your way to shore. A blessing from God, surely.” Says Mr. Franzese.

“We had help.” 

Everyone’s eyes snapped to Pero, who had been so quiet until now. Will glares at him again. 

“I am sorry, my friend got his head knocked a bit and is still confused on what happened. We are very lucky to have survived. We are still trying to make it to Naples and then back home, but we no longer have the money to do so. It is doubtful anyone needs our help fighting their enemies, but this is work we are surely capable of doing. We are strong and used to hard work, little sleep, and we keep to ourselves. I assure you, you will not be sorry.”

The older brother and sister whisper to each other, then invite WIll and Pero to get acquainted with the property while they decide. 

The farm is beautiful, and Will takes his time taking in every single part of it, but Pero only settles himself on the crest of the hill, looking in the direction of the cove where he met you. He can’t stop thinking about you, even after last night’s dream, his mind comes back to you no matter how hard he tries to push it away.

He’s not an idiot. He’s heard tales of sirens and mermaids, all beautiful creatures capable of hypnotizing an unassuming man and dragging him to his doom. That certainly was true of the creature in his dream. But he did not feel the same way about you.

You had been scared of him. You’d had plenty of time that you could have put him in a spell, it would have been so easy. But you didn’t. You had sat with him and simply looked upon his face, allowing him to touch your hand. All the power and fear you could instill was not shown until you felt threatened, and instead of attacking, you fled. He was a warrior, he knew what a defensive action was and what wasn’t.

But he was still unsure. He remembers how you cupped his face, how you began humming to him and it made him feel a little fuzzy. Not out of control, but more relaxed. You’d closed your eyes and moved closer to him and…it felt like…maybe you were going to kiss him. His heart is hammering in his chest so hard that when he hears his name he jumps and almost rolls down the hill. He turns to Will with a glare. 

“Sorry. I didn’t realize you were…lost in your thoughts. Come. They’re going to take us on. They want to show us around.”

Their quarters are attached to the back of the cellar, it was a cozy but clean room with two beds on opposite walls, both filled with sweet smelling hay. It would do for the time they would be here, and the Franzeses leave the two mercenaries alone to get settled before supper. 

A heavier sleeper than Pero, William takes the bed furthest from the door, as usual, and Pero settles himself onto the bed nearest to it, ripping his boots off with a sigh and stashing the last weapons he had under the mattress and his dagger under his pillow.

The meal was even more delicious than the pub, another strong bowl of seafood stew but with fresh bread and the best wine Pero has ever drank. Spending time with the brother and sister is more pleasant than Pero thought it would be. They are a jovial pair with a brusque manner and plenty of stories to tell from their long lives, intrigued about his and William’s story without being nosy, and Pero is surprised to find himself enjoying their company and slipping into a state of ease. They talk late into the night, and Pero is pleasantly drunk when he collapses into bed. He can’t remember the last time he felt comfortable enough to do so.

The next morning he wakes with William bright and early, settling themselves on the stone fence before the main house for direction. He might be gruff and quiet, but Pero was always punctual, and when he intended to do something he committed himself completely. They spent the morning following around Denis as he tended to the fields, showing them the methods they used to nurture, weed, nourish, and harvest the vines. It became clear how the pair could need help, the amount of fields they had to do alone was overwhelming. Pero couldn’t imagine the two of them having to do this alone. He asks about it during lunch, launching Marena into a detailed outline of how they rotate which field is worked on which day, and how now that they were here it would be worked in the future.

After lunch, Marena brings the two men into one of the buildings they had noticed the day before, which ends up being the fermentation cellar. She shows them the different areas for freshly picked but not sorted grapes, then picked and sorted, as well as several massive barrels filled with grapes for crushing, some for red and some for white. The men spent the rest of the day here, learning what to look for when sorting the fruit and the best way to extract the juice (by foot!). That was Pero’s favorite part.

From there, William and Pero were shown the fermentation, clarification, and bottling processes, ending the day in the storage cellar used for aging the final product before selling. Early evening was left for their own devices, and they were given the option to join for supper or see to themselves. They chose to dine with the siblings. The food Marena made was too good to pass up, and the company was excellent. 

But after supper, once again, Pero found himself at the crest of the hill, his eyes gazing longingly in the direction of your hidden cave lagoon.

The next week settles the two men into their new routine, waking with the sun to tend to whichever field was next in rotation, followed by assisting Denis and Marena in bottling preparations. They each found what they enjoyed or were good at, and Will was happy to leave Pero to stomp on grapes to his heart's content while he helped ferment the results. Occasionally they would go down to the village in the evenings, together or separate, but most of the time they continued dining with the Franzeses. They went to bed every night exhausted and sore, but content and feeling fulfilled.

They learned much of the older siblings, born of a French father who had found himself in the village by chance and ended up staying when he fell for a local, a beautiful woman who loved the sea and couldn’t bear to be taken away from it. So he stayed for her, building a business and raising their children together. Pero noticed that Will had seemed very taken with the story.

And every single night, Pero would perch on his lookout until it was so dark he couldn’t see anything, let alone a hint of you in the ocean from so far away. William learned to leave him alone and not ask questions as Pero preferred to not speak about it.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. It was a yearning he’d never felt so strongly, incomparable to the pull of a favored whore or willing bedmate he’d had on the road. He felt like his chest was collapsing in on itself more as each day passed without seeing you again.

He made it two weeks. Two weeks until he made a great show about how tired he was, waiting patiently for Will’s heavy snores and the lights of the main house to be blown out before getting up once more and creeping into the yard. He paused near the stone gate, turning back to make sure no one had heard or seen him.

He’s surprised at how easy it is to find his way back towards the cave. The stars are bright, his lantern is steady, and the moon is three quarters full, but the night’s still dark. Yet it seems like his feet just know where to go. 

He takes extra care as he enters the switchback path that leads down to the cliff edge he’d almost fallen from before, holding his lantern arm straight in front of him for balance, other hand gripping the dirt and rock of the hill as he shimmies along. The sound of the soft waves below him tells him what would happen should he misstep.

He stumbles at the end, his heart almost flying out of his mouth as he trips over some rubble and dives forward, thankfully landing on the grass of the cliff's edge. He curses, gathering his wits back and righting his lantern before entering the cave.

The going is slow, he can’t see anything, and there is no moonglow or star shine to even light a bit of his way. He’s more careful than before, reaching his foot out farther than his normal gait at every step to see if there’s any rocks or boulders in the way to trip on. After what feels like hours, he finally sees the soft and barely visible glow of blue from deeper in the cavern.

He hopes it’s you.

In excitement he trips and stumbles once again, his free hand flinging out against the walls of the cavern to catch himself so he doesn’t bash his brains out upon the rock floor, but his grip on one side lands awkwardly. His palm slides forward against something sharp and he feels a piercing burn as his palm slices open on the wall. 

When he gains his footing he kneels, holding the lantern against his palm. His hand is bleeding profusely, but the cut is not too deep. He quickly slices a piece of his undertunic and ties it tight to staunch the flow, only looking back up to the pool when he’s done.

You aren’t there. The blue-ish glow was from the water itself and the moon shining in from the cracks in the ceiling above. Pero sighs in disappointment, crawling forward towards the edge of the water, lifting his lantern out to try and see if you’re hiding behind something.

“Sirena?” He whispers into the dark. But the only noise he hears is the barely audible sound of the ocean water meeting the rocks. He pauses, realizing if you did come and he was wrong about you, he would be defenseless. He sets the lantern down on the ground beside his leg, pulling his dagger out with his dominant hand.

He waits for a long time, softly calling, wishing for you in the case you were telepathic and could hear him from where you were. Just before he’s about to give up and go back to the winery, something urges him to reach out his hand, slipping it into the cool water as if he could summon you to his palm.

He immediately regrets it, forgetting about the cut on his hand and the salty ocean water stings like a thousand little knives all over the surface of his skin. But before he can withdraw, a scaled hand with sharp, pointed nails bursts out of the water and grabs his wrist. He gasps, falling back on his arse as he tries to force the mystery hand to release him. He can feel the water and blood dripping down his wrist and onto the hand, the salt water having cleaned the injury and re-opening it, and he panics when he realizes he’s probably about to be eaten.

The hand does let go, and he scoots backwards as two hands emerge from the water and grasp the rocks, heaving you up and onto the rock floor. 

He recognizes you instantly and moves towards you. “Sirena!”

You hiss softly, grabbing his wrist and pulling him close, his nose almost bumps into yours and he can see the translucent glitter of your skin sparkling in the moonlight. You push him back and pull his bloody hand in front of his face. “You go!” Your eyes are wide and look like the night sky and he doesn’t understand. 

“Sirena, I-” You shake your head, dropping his hand and pushing him back forcefully on the chest. “What are–”

“We EAT. They EAT!” You point again to his hand, and then back to the water. “YOU LEAVE! Be SAFE!” You look absolutely terrified, and as you grimace he sees the flash of your long pointed teeth. And it clicks. 

Those are the teeth of creatures that eat meat. Ripping, tearing, shredding. 

There’s more mermaids. They’re hunters. And he just put his bloody palm in the water.

“Fuck.” He scrambles up, snatching his dagger and lantern as he backs out of the cave. Before he leaves, he whispers to you. “Sirena, what of you?”

Your blue lips tremble. “You leave. You safe. Go!” With that, you leap back into the pool with a massive splash, turning quickly and putting your hands over where your ears should be. You pat them repeatedly. He doesn’t understand what you’re saying. “No.” You pat your ears several times again and repeat yourself. “No. Okay?”

Your attention is pulled away from him, and you look back towards the water with concern, disappearing from view without another word. Pero turns to run out of the cavern, miraculously not falling at all the entire way out to the cliffside.

He skids to a halt, placing his lantern on the ground haphazardly as he leans over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. His heart is racing and he kneels, trying to beat the vertigo coursing through his system. When the swirling stops, he lowers himself fully to the ground on his belly, shuffling forward to be able to look over the cliffside into the dark ocean crashing against the edge below him. He hopes to see you, and for a moment his heart soars as he sees the soft glow of multiple blue lights shining from beneath the surface. But…the lights are coming from the wrong way, and then there are more, and more, and even more beyond that so it looks like the whole ocean is lit up. There were too many lights for just you.

“Mierda…” He whispers to himself, pushing himself away from the edge as they came closer faster than he ever could have imagined, rolling to his feet and grabbing his lantern to traverse the little path, shimmying the same way back as he came. 

And then he heard it.

[the mermaid’s song]

At first it sounded like a woman sighing in the breeze, cresting into a chorus of song so haunting it sent shivers up Pero’s spine. There were no words, just a trilling harmony that grew so loud Pero would be shocked if the village hadn’t heard it, so loud his head was buzzing and he couldn’t hear anything else but the beauty of it. He halts in his steps, closing his eyes as he grows confused and his nerves start tingling.

It builds quickly, a swelling of euphoria from the tips of his fingers and toes shooting through his nerves and veins until they slam into his chest. His knees almost buckle and he instantly becomes hard as the cliff he’s clinging to, a long whine releasing from his lips as he is overwhelmed with such a need, he can’t think about anything other than relieving it.

He presses his back to the cliff, his feet sliding forward slightly on the thin path but he doesn’t even notice as he reaches down to take himself in hand, squeezing and pulling at the throbbing bulge there. He’s about to rip his laces apart and shove his pants down when he hears the soft call, slightly familiar, sweeter than honey. 

It’s unintelligible but not, calling his name, but he can’t actually hear his name called. Regardless, his feet move of his own accord, he couldn’t stop them even if he tried. He pushes himself off the cliff wall and turns, intending to head back the way he came, back to the beautiful woman calling for him, who needs him so desperately he won’t even consider denying her.

He walks right off the side of the cliff in a haze, barely missing jutting rock pieces that could have impaled him, and he doesn’t even feel the chill of the water when he drops into it. He turns to swim towards his woman, only going a few feet when out of the shadows of the murky water, a blob forms, coming fast and close. At the last moment, it swerves and whizzes past him, but grabs him by the arm and yanks him behind it. He’s so out of it he can’t even feel the pain of his shoulder almost dislocating.

He struggles, it is the complete opposite way he wants to go! He has to follow the sounds, he has to be together with the one calling his name. But the creature holding him is too strong, it tugs him down and around the cliff face, aiming straight for the shore of Positano. It hugs the cliffside, using the overhang above to keep to the shadows as it approaches the shore without slowing down at all. The inertia carries it through with the aid of a wave, flinging it forward as it beaches itself further up in the sand. 

It pulls Pero up to sit and grabs his face with slimy hands, forcing him to look at it. He can’t register it, can’t even process what he’s seeing before him because the voice calling him is so fucking loud it actually is painful. He winces in pain, folding in on himself because it feels like his head might explode. He’s so cold, violently shaking, but not from the ocean. It makes him almost cry out, but the slimy hand clamps itself over his mouth.

“No.” A voice hisses. “SHHhh!”

He can’t recognize it’s you, can’t realize what he’s doing at all. You flip him onto his back as the ocean crashes against your tail, pinning him to the ground as he struggles.

“Man. No. Shhh.” You coo but it doesn’t work, even though the sounds of your sisters are fading away. His trembling intensifies and you sigh, knowing you have no choice. You tilt your head down pressing your cheek to his as you sing as soft as you can right into his ear. He soothes immediately and shifts his focus to you with wild eyes, his arms wrapping around you and touching you everywhere, large cold hands up your sides, to the sides of your breasts. You can feel how he is reacting to you.

You sing to him until your sisters are gone, holding him close as he mindlessly kneads your chest and licking and nipping at your breasts. When you end your song it doesn’t take long for him to recover, the tension in his body releases against you, his eyelids lower in a more natural position, his heart rate slowing. You stay with him until he finally notices you, your tail flipping absently in the surf.

“Sirena?”

You hum, looking back down into his eyes as you lay beside him. He looks different, the blackness around his mouth is gone revealing white skin from chill. You find that you like how he looks without it. 

You sit up, releasing him to cover your pointed ears with both hands, patting your ears several times for emphasis, staring at him with wide eyes. You point to the ocean, remaining patient as you try to communicate with him. 

“Cover your ears.” He whispers beside you, and you can tell he understands now, the dawning on his expression barely visible in the dark. “Sirena…you save me again.” He touches your arm hesitantly, then cups it with his palm and slides down to your hand which he grasps inside his own. “Thank you.”

You don’t know what he’s saying but you feel it, and he scoots forward in the wet sand to get close to you once again. He slowly reaches to take your chin between his fingers and meet his eyes. 

He finally has the chance to see you up close, take you in as long as he wants. You were eerie, yes, but he also found you to be the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, land or sea. Wide eyes with an odd shaped pupil, jutting cheekbones and the longest eyelashes he’d ever seen.

The spell breaks and you jerk your head out of his hand, rolling to pull yourself back to the ocean.“No no, please, let me.” And then you are up in his arms, your own naturally falling around his neck. You softly thread your long pointed fingernails through his salty hair. Your tail trails on the ground as he takes you down the wet sand and wades into the water until it’s at his hips, but he just can’t let go of you yet. “Sirena…I…I wish to see you again. I do no want to say goodbye.” His arms tighten and you press your cheek to his chest. 

After several bittersweet moments he finally releases you with a sigh. You plop back into the water with a splash. He laughs, and he looks so beautiful to you, the way that smile lights up his face. You want to see it more. You point in the direction of the cave. “You go.”

“Go…go…again? Go back to that place, si?”

You tilt your head, pointing once more. “Go.”

He cups your face. “Bueno, Sirena. Till next time.” He pulls away, and you take one more look at him before diving under the next wave and disappearing.

He doesn’t realize until you’re gone that he has no idea how to call for you.

Sopping wet, Pero walks in silence down the main street of town, turning away from the cobblestones and onto the dirt road that leads farther up the hillside to more homes, less wealthy merchants, and farms. Everything at the winery had remained as it was when he left, no one had noticed his absence.

He sighs, heading to his own quarters and slides through the door quietly, immediately pulling off his drenched tunic and breeches and reaching for a new one that the Franzese’s had loaned him. He crawls into bed with a groan, already feeling the soreness from his ordeal spreading across his muscles.

Up in the main house, Marena turns from the darkened window and slides back into bed with a smile on her face.

The next day can’t go by fast enough for Pero. He finds himself having to pause and try to calm himself multiple times during his work to keep from rushing through and making mistakes. He barely comprehends what he’s doing and the moment everyone has gone to bed, he throws the quilt off him and all but races to your cave.

But when he gets there, he has no idea what to do. How does he summon a mermaid? And not any mermaid, just you? He racks his brain for stories and legends he may have heard throughout his life for some means to call you to him, but he recalls nothing, and he finally opts to just sit on the rocky floor and wait for you. He’ll wait all night if he has to.

After about an hour, his back is tired and his muscles are sore. He’s not a patient man and he feels himself growing frustrated. But he won’t give up waiting. You said you’d be here. Pero pulls a knee up to his chest, resting his cheek against his knee while he waits, drifting in and out of sleep. 

A soft bubbling rouses him, but when he looks up he sees nothing, no disturbance in the water, and he can only see about a foot down into the dark depths. But he hears the sound again, so he leans over the water, praying for that beautiful blue glow from your fins.

Suddenly, something explodes out of the water and before he knows it, two arms are wrapping around his chest as he is yanked back down as it sinks underwater again. It doesn’t let go, he is held tight with such strength he doesn’t even need to tread water, and a tinkling giggle sounds in his ear as you push him back from you to look into his face. 

His surly expression immediately breaks, a wide smile and a huff of laughter as he recognizes you. “Sirena!”

You grin back at him, sharp teeth shining with the small amount of light, a soft bubbling coo escaping your lips as you pull him to you again, hugging him close. Pero sighs, an arm cautiously moving to grasp your waist so as not to touch your spiny fins, the other hand cupping the back of your wet hair as he folds you into him. 

“Are you well, mi ángel?” He whispers. He’s already growing cold, he’s only in breeches and his night tunic after all, but he ignores the shivers as he rests his chin on top of your wet hair. His chin rests on something hard and he pulls back, fingering his wet hands through your hair to see that you have tiny little shells and twining wrapped in the braids of your hair.

When he meets your eyes again you’re staring at him with an overeager expression that he finds adorable and sweet. Nothing like the monster in his dream. He opens his mouth to speak to you once more, but stutters as a strong shiver runs from his head to his toes and fingers. “Fuck, Sirena.” He pulls away from you and he sees your face fall as he turns around and heaves himself back up onto the rocks, yanking his sopping wet shirt off and laying it out on the rocks to dry. He motions for you to come join him. 

You pull yourself up shyly, he thinks maybe you are hesitant to stray too far from the edge, so instead he moves back to you. “You need not fear me, Sirena. I would not hurt you.”

But that’s not it at all. He was…you don’t know, you’d never felt this way before looking at someone, a pinching in your chest and a warmth growing near your sex at the sight of his broad form. Rivulets of water drip across the skin and you suddenly feel the desire to want to lick them up and off of him.

Instead, your hand darts out to him, fingers spread, but you pull back when he startles away from you. You consider for a moment singing to him once again, calm him down so you can touch him, even kiss him, but before you push that thought aside his large hand encompasses your wrist, fingers carefully avoiding your sharp arm fins. He tugs your hand back slowly and places it palm flat on his chest. “It is okay, Sirena, you can touch me here.”

You close your eyes and hum, sensing the hearty blood running through his veins, the heartbeat quickening under your scaled hand the only indication he feels any fear at all. It is a lot for him to give you trust, you can sense it immediately. His torso is riddled with scars and circular wounds that have long since healed, similar to the best warriors of your own pod. He was a fighter as well. You trail your fingers from his chest up, following the path of a very large and wide scar rounding over his shoulder to his back, leaving his skin only momentarily before you inspect the scar over his eye. You touch it too, oh so gently, you know your hands and arms are weapons and you don’t wish to startle him. He sighs and closes his eyes at your touch. You run your fingernails through his beard stubble as you take them away from him. You wish you could touch him forever, be adjoined to him always.

But it was impossible. You look down abruptly, trying to stave off the tears burning under your eyelids, but a rough finger pad taps you under the chin, forcing you to meet his eyes once more. 

“Do no be shy, Sirena. You are beautiful.” He reaches out then, mimicking what you did to him so you would understand, careful not to align his hand with your chest. It takes everything in him not to constantly stare at the water running down them, how hard your nipples always are. You were not a whore, it was not right to stare, and for some reason Pero suddenly gave a fuck about that.

He meets your eyes instead. “Can I touch you, mi hermosa criatura?” You simply stare, and he tries to communicate with his eyes his good intentions as he takes your hand in his, turning it so it is palm down in his own. 

Your hand is slightly slimy, scales merging with skin around your wrist and up your arm surrounding your arm fins. The color is impossible to determine, they look like pure opal, able to reflect any color under the sun. They glimmer in the light too, and he slides his thumb over them to feel the texture. They are sharp, but don’t cut him and he continues up your arm to your wrist fins, knowing the spines are capable of being so much longer than they are now.

Pero holds your arm up close to his face to inspect it, an iridescent membrane supported by six spines in an arc when he spreads the fin gently. It reminded him of a ship’s sail, it could be open or closed, used to swim or protect. 

“Quite impressive weapons, Sirena.” He chuckles, letting your arm go. Your eyes are sparkling with mirth and he can see those sharp teeth through your grin. He crosses his arms in an X in front of his chest. “Come, let me see. Let them out.”

You tilt your head and he carries on, mimicking slashing something up until you giggle and push his arms down. He takes your hands in his, holding them in his lap as your fins lift and expand, growing longer the spines are almost a hand long instead of half of one. 

“Que bonita.” He admires. “Now, let me see the back.”

He motions for you to turn around and you do, a shiver running down your flesh as he fingers and caresses a similar but much larger dorsal fin on your back. Finally satisfied again, he turns you back in front of him and cups your shoulders, fingers sliding across shimmering scales.

“Eres magnifico…may I see your lights Sirena…I have dreamed of them most nights since I first saw you.” He motions with his hands once again, it takes a few moments to understand him but once you do you close your eyes, pushing the energy out so the ends of your appendages, pectoral fins, and several more protective spines all the way down to your massive tail fins swirling around in the water.

Pero’s face lights up with the blue glow bathing the entire cavern, completely swallowing the warm light of his small lantern and  you can’t help but smile with him as he instructs you to let him hold your entire tail in his lap to look closer. His hands are large and rough, yet they feel…

The way they slide down the muscles of your body makes you feel a warmth low in your gut start growing, burning stronger and stronger as he continues down, petting and cooing, spreading out your fins and fingering the webbing between them with such care you sigh out in a gasp. 

When you open your eyes again he is sitting and staring at you with such a hunger you would have thought he might eat you, his fingertips sinking into the scales of your tail in a way that should hurt, but only makes you more overcome with the feeling. You hadn’t realized you had moaned.

“Does that…feel good, Sirena?” He husks, sliding his hands back up your tail, the rough backsides of your scales grazing against his palms. You can’t move, your jaw simply drops open as he shimmies closer to you. Hands glide over hips, against your waist, settling neatly on your abdomen. Your heart is racing and you’re panting and you don’t understand why.

His thumbs hesitantly brush against the underside of your breast and you look down at his hands, remembering how he had touched you the day before. He hadn’t meant it, and you were too occupied trying to save him to really register how it felt. But you find that you want him to touch you like that again.

You take his hands in yours and guide them up to your breasts, and he heaves a sigh of arousal as he cups you in his hands, massaging and squeezing until he feels you are receptive enough for him to tease your nipples. When he’s certain you enjoy it, he increases his attentions on them, pinching and rubbing the cold skin, almost cumming in his breeches at how pretty you sound for him. 

He launches forward, his lips fastening to one of your nipples as he continues playing with the other, tongue swirling and nudging and nibbling on the sensitive flesh. You moan loud, the sound echoing off the cavern as you arch your back, presenting yourself more to his groping. Your fingers slide into his still drying hair, gripping it hard to keep him where you want him.

You can feel it happening abruptly, and the moment it does you understand. The little fins below your hips opening and revealing the small slit of your entrance. He was trying to mate with you, peeling you open like a clam and readying you for his seed. And you find that you don’t object to that at all.

But this…is not how it’s supposed to be. When you come of age you must choose your own mate, but you had never once heard of coupling with a human. Yet he instinctively knows, a hand sliding back down your body, fingers searching and searching for something. When he finds it, he slows down and observes you.

You’re a wreck. Overwhelmed and panting, it feels like your brain isn’t even working correctly and it scares you but doesn’t. You don’t know what you’re doing, you’ve never done this before, yet you don’t want to stop…

“If I were to touch you Sirena…would it be here?” His eyes flick upwards as he circles his finger around your sex, gently nudging a fingertip inside. You cry out and he withdraws, making sure you are not in pain. “I am sorry. I…I forgot myself hermosa. Lo siento.”  

You sigh, your body slumping slightly as he pulls you to him and cradles you in his arms. 

“I know you can no understand me well. Did I hurt you? Did I scare you?”

“No.”

“Bueno.”

You spend the next two hours in his arms against his bare chest as he cards his fingers through your hair, listening to him speak even though you only understand a few things until you pull away from him with no warning and slide back into the water.

“Oh. You must go?” Pero feels his heart drop into his stomach, only to swoop back up as you slap your hand on the rocks. 

“Go.” You point your fingertip to the cave floor, then gesture around you at the walls. “You go.”

He smiles, pointing to the ground as well. “Here?”

You blink rapidly, your lips twisting as you say the word. “Here.”

He nods. “Yes. Here. I go here tomorrow.”

He gives your hand one more squeeze before you dive back beneath the water.

Pero spends the next few weeks visiting you every evening. He teaches you his name, tells you about his life, holds you close and the two of you often simply lie on the floor of the cave in silence staring into each other’s eyes.

He never tries to touch you again. Two weeks pass full of frustration until tonight, when you take matters into your own hands out of desperation, grabbing his hand and firmly pressing it onto your breast. 

You’ve never felt anything like what he does for you tonight.

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He smiles as he heads back to the winery, his head so in the clouds thinking about the way you moved, the sounds you made as he made you cum around his fingers, he doesn’t even see Marena until he all but slams into her. 

“Come.” She snips. “We must talk. Now.”

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Post A/N: Hopefully the descriptions of all her fins make sense, if not, here is an idea! Her tail is the color you want it to be <3

[pumpkin-stars]

Here’s my masterlist for all my 2021 kinktober fics! Warnings are listed within the fics themselves, but type of reader is listed below. Please nobody under 18 read/interact!

I used this list by @the-purity-pen​

Main Masterlist | Join my Taglist

1. Even Score face-sitting & Cream-pie, Ezra x AFAB!Reader 0.7k

2. Better Places Threesome, Franke Morales x GN!Reader x Santiago Garcia 1.3k

3. Leaving Marks Ass Worship, Poe Dameron x GN!Reader 0.6k

4. Reconciliation Knife Play, Dave York x Fem!Reader 1.6k

5. Magnetism Uniforms, Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader 0.6k

6. Temptation Deep throating, Thief!Marcus Pike x Fem!Reader 1.6k

7. Caught Roleplay, Din Djarin x GN!Reader 0.9k

8. Compromise Size difference & Cunnilingus, Frankie Morales x AFAB!Reader 0.7k

9. A Deserved Break Lingerie, Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader 1.1k

10. Blood Sugar Hickey/biting marks, Max Phillips x AFAB!Reader 0.5k

11. Reflect Being recorded & Mirror sex, Nathan Bateman x Fem!Reader 1.2k

12. Strung Up Begging, Agent Whiskey x Fem!Reader 0.5k

13. Heightened Sensory Deprivation & Licking, Matt Murdock x AFAB!Reader 0.7k

14. Good Timing Bath/Shower, Pero Tovar x Fem!Reader 0.6k

15. Apartment 1B Masturbation, Zach Wellison x GN!Reader 0.6k

16. Mix Up Accidental Stimulation, Marcus Pike x Fem!Reader 0.6k

17. Knocked Down Pegging, Billy Russo x AFAB!Reader 1.0k

18. Desperate Measures Hand jobs, Benny Miller x GN!Reader 0.7k

19. Focus Glove kink & Impact Play, Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader 0.6k

20. Candy Phone sex, Llewyn Davis x Fem!Reader 0.5k

21. Unexpected A/B/O, Oberyn Martell x AFAB!Reader x Ellaria Sand 1.2k

22. Recovery Thigh riding & Praise kink, Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader 0.7k

23. Rewatch Cock warming, Nathan Bateman x Fem!Reader 0.7k

24. Delay Slow and soft, Geralt of Rivia x AFAB!Reader 1.0k

25. Chosen Breeding, Din Djarin x Fem!Reader 0.8k

26. Delay Cock ring, Santiago Garcia x AFAB!Reader 0.7k

27. Breathe Swallowing, Ezra x GN!Reader 1.0k

28. Magpie Almost getting caught, The Thief x Fem!Reader 0.9k

29. Helping Out Period Sex, Max Phillips x AFAB!Reader 0.6k

30. Stalwart Against a wall, Leto x Fem!Reader 0.6k

31. Need Wild card, Din x AFAB!Reader 2.3k

[littleoddwriter]

Personally, I think it is a crime that not more people have requested Oberyn Martell fics from you because the way you write him is just perfect! So that is what I am here for. Your resident Filth Peddler to the rescue 💖💜

Could I pretty please request a (nsfw) fic in which male!reader is one of the people that Oberyn has selected in That Scene™ to join him in his bed? Can be the other servant like it is in the scene or one of the people lined up for him to choose from, idk, my kink is showing.

I don't really have any specifics for what he does with reader, but top!oberyn would be superb and him being the same playful, seductive lil shit he is in canon. Taking poor nervous reader and making him forget all about that there was anything to be nervous about and just making him feel good while pleasing Oberyn ofc. Yeah idk man, i hope this is good enough of a request 😂🤭💜

Feeling Good | Oberyn Martell x Male!Prostitute!Reader | NSFT

You're too kind, gosh, thank you! <3 This totally ran away from me, how dare you send me such great, filthy requests! /lh But seriously, thank you so much for this! I really hope you enjoy it, my darling. :) <3

summary; See above.

notes; NSFT; PWP; Male!Reader; Reader is a Sex Worker; Shyness; Nervousness; Making Out; Groping; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Handjob; Orgasms; Biting; Mild Praise Kink.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

By then, you should have probably been used to it already – those wandering, exploring touches and eyes, raking over your body to assess if you were to the client’s liking or not. But even after months of being in service, there were still some people, whose scrutiny made you utterly nervous. Prince Oberyn Martell was one of those.

Suppressing a shiver, you twitched a little when his right hand caressed your bottom and squeezed your left cheek. The prince chuckled softly, throatily and told your boss that you were the one. Excitement and pride spread through your body, making you feel a bit dizzy as you tried not to grin. Despite your nervousness, it just felt good to know you were to the prince’s liking. At the same time, it also put a lot of pressure on you. You absolutely had to perform well and be at your best. If someone like him wasn’t satisfied and pleased with your performance, it wouldn’t bode well for business, after all.

“Come to bed with me, then,” Prince Oberyn said to you, gently steering you towards the king-size bed with a hand on your back, between your shoulders. “Tell me, is there anything that you absolutely do not like, something I should avoid doing?”

That question certainly caught you off-guard. Nobody has ever asked you this before. You were only here for the client’s pleasure, what you wanted didn’t matter. You weren’t supposed to have any limits – even if you truly had any, you weren’t allowed to tell. So, you responded with a small, anxious smile on your lips, “No, Prince Oberyn. You may do whatever you want. I’m merely here for your own pleasure.”

Oberyn nodded, “All right, then.” He smiled at you, so charmingly that your breath stuttered. Usually, men liked to act all suave and then take you by surprise with how cruel and dirty they really were; and so you could detect by then whether or not this façade was actually real. Prince Oberyn’s charm was certainly not an act. It eased your mind a little.

Once the prince has lain down on the blue silk sheets that covered the mattress, you got on the bed as well, kneeling close to him and waiting for his orders. It was always a lot safer not to push your clients if they seemed to be fully in charge and Prince Oberyn especially seemed to hold the reigns in his beautiful hands.

“Don’t be shy, boy. Lay with me. We’ve got quite some time and I’d like to use it well, instead of rushing things, yes?” Oberyn spoke huskily, smirking at you with an amused glint in his eyes.

Completely entranced by the prince, you nodded and followed his order as you scooted over a little and cautiously lay back, looking at him all the while. You were a little overwhelmed, unused to a client not making advances right away, and so you didn’t exactly know what to expect.

“Good boy,” Prince Oberyn praised softly, which made you shiver a little – you really liked being praised and by the looks of it, he’s noticed as he grinned at you almost mischievously.

Then, he wound his arms around you, drawing you close to him and kissed you on the lips. It was gentle, almost chaste, but that didn’t last very long. Once you’ve returned the kiss, he became more passionate, licking into your willing, open mouth to explore it with his tongue. Moaning, you held onto his still clothed chest when he heaved you on top of him. You situated your legs almost automatically, so that you straddled his lap, your naked bottom was right on top of his half-hard cock, which you could feel through the soft fabric of his pants.

Prince Oberyn’s hands roamed over your bare body, caressing your arms, then your back, grazing his nails over it and making you shiver as you let out a quiet little moan that he swallowed down. Then, both of his hands came to rest on your buttocks, a gentle, warm pressure on your skin, while not doing anything but to lazily fuck your mouth with his tongue. It left you wanting.

Breathless and panting, you two eventually broke apart, foreheads pressed together as you breathed each other’s air. It was incredibly intimate and made you feel a little out of place as your nervousness came back in full force with it.

“I’d like to fuck you,” the prince stated, his spit-slick, swollen lips quirked up in a small smirk.

For the first time since you’ve started working like this, you actually felt excited about it. You wanted to feel him inside of you.

“Of course, my prince,” you responded hoarsely and leaned back, lifting your hips a little to not put your entire weight on Oberyn’s groin. “I’ve already been prepared, so it shall not take much to get you inside me,” you added more shyly, feeling the way your cheeks must have turned pink with how hot they seemed to you.

The prince nodded and gently patted your hip to make you move off of him. Once you knelt beside him once more, you couldn’t help but shiver at the sudden cold you felt, after you’d been enveloped by his body warmth; especially on your most sensitive areas.

Then, he got up and made quick work of undressing himself. You allowed yourself to watch him as he did, which he obviously didn’t mind, judging by his self-satisfied smirk. Once he was naked, he retrieved the oil and thoroughly slicked up his hard cock and his right hand’s fingers.

“Put a pillow under your hips and lay on your back,” he ordered and you immediately obeyed, wiggling around to get comfortable and spreading your legs as wide as they would go. “Good boy.”

Normally, clients didn’t want you on your back, but rather your knees, so this was something you were quite unused to again; and so you couldn’t help but feel rather exposed with your hard cock on display like that and your legs spread so wide.

“You’re very beautiful,” Oberyn complimented you, making your face feel far hotter than it already has before. “Blushing so nicely for me. I have to admit, I quite like boys like you. So shy and sweet. But there’s nothing to be embarrassed for, all right? No need to be nervous,” he continued speaking, his voice so deep and husky.

No matter how much you might have wanted to reply, you couldn’t get a word out. Your mind was blank and your throat felt so tight. Instead, you tried to shoot him a sincere smile and nodded, showing him that you’ve heard and understood him at least.

Then, Oberyn kneeled between your legs and gently circled his oiled fingers around your rim, waiting until you’ve relaxed enough, so he could push his index finger in easily. Since you’d already been prepared, he could add a second finger almost immediately and the third one came soon after, pumping in and out of you to stretch and lubricate you. When he must have felt like it was enough, he removed his fingers, giving you a moment to breathe as he just smiled at you, while you were looking back at him with a slack mouth and wanton moans continuing to leave your lips.

“So pretty for me,” Prince Oberyn murmured. “Are you ready to take me?”

Quickly and enthusiastically, you nodded, “Y-yes, my prince. Please!”

Chuckling softly, Oberyn leaned over and kissed you passionately, but very shortly. Then, he positioned his cock at your entrance and slowly pushed inside of you, making you both moan in unison. Once he was buried balls deep, he gave you a moment to adjust, kissing you all the while, licking over your lips and sucking on your tongue as you groaned.

Soon after, he started thrusting in and out of you rhythmically, starting slow, but deep and powerful, until he set a brutal pace that made your hands fly to his back to hold on as the entire bed shook with his efforts. Forgetting what you were even nervous about before, you moaned loudly, throwing your head back as you arched your back, pressing your chest against Oberyn’s.

“Oh, yes- You’re perfect, my dear. Such a good, ah, boy for me,” Prince Oberyn groaned, holding onto your hip with his left hand in a bruising grip as he used his right one to engulf your cock in it. “I’m going to make you come, baby.”

With that, he started to only aim for your prostate anymore, driving you positively insane with how intense it all was, while he also stroked your cock in the rhythm of his thrusts.

Eventually, your orgasm came crashing down on you, ripping through your body as you convulsed with it, practically screaming while you painted your abdomen with your own seed. Only a few thrusts later, Prince Oberyn bit into your shoulder as he came inside of you, buried deep in your ass.

After a few more moments, he let up and pulled out of you, lying down beside you with a satisfied grin and a little blood on his lips.

Panting, you blearily looked over at him, smiling slightly, albeit a little dazed.

“I apologise for biting you. I wasn’t thinking,” Oberyn said as his eyes wandered over to your shoulder he’s bitten.

“No worries, my prince. It happens,” you responded, giggling softly – you really couldn’t have cared less; especially since it felt so good.

“You were absolutely wonderful. Thank you for your service,” he continued, then; and once more, you couldn’t believe that he chose you and treated you so incredibly well, too.

“Anytime, my prince. I-,” you paused, unsure if it would be appropriate or not, but deciding to take the risk after all, “I really enjoyed myself. Thank you.”

“Good. I’ll be sure to seek you out again before I leave King’s Landing.”

“Wow, that- That’s very much appreciated. I’d like that a lot, Prince Oberyn,” you responded, a little dumb-founded as you smiled back at him.

“I will see you, then.”

With that, he got up and out of bed, dressed quickly and left the chambers you had used, leaving you fucked out of your mind and charmed beyond belief.

[starlightstevie]

fics rec / march 2021

Hello again! Here are my favourite fics from the past month - I enjoyed reading these so MUCH and I hope you guys do too!

(* is smut)

Fuck it I’m recommending this again this month because Kait’s cowboy!Thor series is just THAT good and everyone needs this country boy in their life:

*I Need A Hero by @inthorantine​ Masterlist Cowboy!Thor: After Y/N finds out that her late grandfather has willed his rural Montana ranch to her, she decides it’s time for a little change of scenery. At least until it’s in a condition to sell. Along the way, Y/N finds a renewed appreciation for hard work, new friends, and possibly even love. She has the land. Can Thor help make it a home?

*saints can’t help me now by @peachyteabuck Forest god!Thor x reader: I will tell you the mystery of the woman and of the beast that carries her, whose name has not been written in the book of life from the foundation of the world. Kings give their power and authority to the beast, and those who are with him are the called and chosen and faithful.

and with that shadow upon the ground, i hear my people screaming out by @blackberrybucky Thor x reader: You're on the ship when Thanos comes aboard.

*Warm Water by @xbuchananbarnes Thor x reader: Reader takes a bath after a long day.

*h/c: dom!thor by @thorsthot​

Imagine: Thor smells like a storm by @wandas-sunshine​

*Somnus by @sweeterthanthis​ Nomad!Steve x reader: On the rare occasion that you have him in your bed, you savor every last minute. Even while he sleeps.

*Morning Wood by @angrythingstarlight​ Nomad!Steve x reader: Your new neighbor Steve gives you more than one surprise in the morning.

Good Kind of Trouble by @all1e23​ Biker!Stever x reader: Steve finally meets his cute neighbor. She’s not impressed.

*h/c: the way steve fucks by @helahades​

*Cock Worship by @ozarkthedog​ Andy Barber x reader: You take care of an exhausted Andy.

*illicit affair by @feliciahardyn​ Professor!Andy Barber x reader: You had been crushing on your sexy professor, Andy Barber since the beginning of the semester but he made it hard for you to focus in class. Lucky for you, he was willing to give you the best lesson in your life though.

if it’s not you, it’s not anyone by @blackberrybucky Bucky x reader: Bucky comes back from the snap and his world is shattered.

*West Coast Turnaround by @moteldwelling​ Trucker!Bucky x reader: Bucky Barnes is six foot of surliness driving his eighteen-wheeler across truck stop America. Reader just so happens to have a working thumb. There’s one bed.

Let Me Protect You by @littleredstarfish​ Bucky x reader: He's strong but he still needs protection.

deny (with love) my labor by @divine-mistake Bucky x reader: “I’m here,” you sob, hand shaking. “I’m right here, Bucky. I’m here. I’m here. Bucky, please. I’m here. Please don’t leave me. I’m here. I’m right here.” Or, five times Bucky Barnes has a nightmare, and one time you do.

The World’s A Little Blurry by @summergrls​ Masterlist Bucky x reader: Glimpses into a (mostly) quiet life with the Winter Soldier.

*Oasis by @bubblebucky Bucky x reader: It’s your first time with Bucky, and Bucky’s first time in 80 years.

call it fate, call it karma by @belladonnabarnes Bucky x reader: Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft and I’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard.

*bucky convinces you to sit on his face by @bunnywritesmarvel

*Chaste by @tiffdawg​ Mando x reader: It’s tradition for couples not to have sex once a marriage promise is made. Not until the wedding night.

*way down we go by @goldafterglow Mando x reader: Din is made of mismatched shards that you bind together - until you want to watch them fall apart.

*kneel at my alter by @filthybookworm Mando x reader: I’m a Mandalorian. Weapons are part of my religion.

*I’m not gonna touch you until you beg by @mxsamwilson

*dripping by @cptnbvcks Javi x reader: Javi brings you something to take the edge off during one of colombia’s heatwaves

*What It Is You Do (To Me) by @filthybookworm​ Javi x reader: He’s never mentioned a vest before, is all you can think, mouth parting as your tongue drags across your lower lip in an unconscious expression of desire. What is it, you wonder, that makes it look so good?

*Dinner & Diatribes by mxsamwilson Oberyn Martell x black!reader: Oberyn catches your eye from across the room and holds your gaze. His deep eyes swallow you whole, burn straight through you like twin flames, and you’re falling into him once again. Helpless.

*one single thread of gold tied to you by @spacelabrathor​ Alpha!Deku x Omega!reader: Pro Hero Deku is a frequent visitor at your support lab and you're grateful for it. He's one of your high profile clients and his quirk is strong enough that he has to come for suit repairs near twice a month. It helps that he's one of the most bearable alphas you've ever met, affable and kind, and he never judges you for being a rare omega in the hero line of work. It also helps that he's painfully, absurdly hot. You're perhaps never more grateful for his nature than when the building housing your lab collapses with the two of you in it, and as the walls and floors of your lab crumble, so does the suppressor device that keeps your heats in check and your hormones under control. As the dust settles, you realize you are trapped by rubble and dust and twisted metal with perhaps the only alpha alive that you trust, as your adrenaline surges and your carefully suppressed heat cycle comes roaring to life.

baby mine, don’t you cry by @kaitsukibakugo​ Deku x reader: A quiet early morning moment between Reader and Deku and their newborn baby.

*you’re such a good girl for me by @rat-suki​

*dilf!Deku by @sems-diarie​

*more dilf!Deku by sems-diarie

*wreck my plans (that’s my man) by @spacelabrathor Bakugo x reader: You inform Bakugo that he's a control freak who can't cede control in any area of his life for any reason, and, because he's Bakugo, he immediately, furiously rises to the challenge.

*Thin Walls by @rat-suki Bakugo x reader: Katsuki’s loud, obnoxiously so. And you’re the one who has to deal with it.

*all through the night by @some-kindofgnome​ Bakugo x reader: You and Bakugo have chased a villain far out of the city- too far to make it back for the night. You find somewhere decent to bed down, but there’s a little problem with your room.

*imagine bakugo easing into you, no prep by @sems-diarie

Soon to be dad!Bakugo by @luciilferss​

Subtlety is my middle name by luciilferss

Pro hero Bakugo taking care of you by luciilferss

mean!Bakugo has a soft spot for you by @ihatebnha​

*Bakugo with a pillow princess girlfriend by @hanji-is-life​

*Dumb slut Bakugo by @ihatebnha

*villian!Bakugo takes you in an alleyway by @lookslikeleese​

*the folly of man by @dymphnasprose Todoroki x reader: Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss.

*toshinori as a lover by @spacelabrathor​

at my worst by @hiiraya Wanda Maximoff x reader: Slow dancing in the kitchen with Wanda.

wanda + pianist au by @helahades

Fireman Sam by @buckysknifecollection Firefighter!Sam Wilson x reader: You visit the local police station and catch the eye of a certain firefighter.

*size kink with geralt by @lovely-cryptid​

*Heat by fettsvette Boba Fett x reader: Set after the second season of The Mandalorian. Boba Fett takes you on a faraway hunt that involves a prolonged journey through hyperspace. You’re horny as fuck, but your man is too preoccupied with running a tight ship to pay you any mind - until things get a little too desperate.

[iwritetopassthetime]

of vipers and doves II (4/11)

Oberyn Martell x fem!reader

CHAPTER THREE: The Family // Previous chapter // Masterlist // Next chapter

Wordcount: 6.5K

warnings: wake-up sex (😏); oral sex (m receiving); unprotected sex; praise kink; slight angst in this chapter, but get ready because shit is starting to go down towards the end...

Oberyn loved waking up the way that he did that morning. 

The weather was perfect: the sunlight was streaming through the arched windows, warming up his sleepy limbs, while the breeze rustled his hair and filled his nose with the fresh smell of sea and sand. His brain was slowly starting to wake up and he was realising that the heaviness he felt on his left shoulder — that would be his wife cuddling up against him — was slowly moving downwards. 

Oberyn felt her lips leave tender kisses across his chest and taking his nipples into his mouth. A raspy moan made its way out of his mouth and into the morning air. 

‘Good morning,’ Y/N whispered against the skin of his sternum, moving downwards still.

Oberyn smirked, eyes slowly adjusting to the bright sunlight. ‘Good morning indeed. I would love to wake up like that each morning.’

Y/N chuckled as she crawled further down, revealing Oberyn’s naked body to the sunlight and the breeze. His cock’s reaction to the early morning proximity was near instantaneous, as if recognising the particular touch and feel of Y/N’s fingers and her nipples that brushed against his abdomen until she reached her destination.

One dainty hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking up towards the reddening tip at a torturously slow pace. Oberyn groaned at the delightfully painful sensation, his teeth digging into the softness of his bottom lip. But once her plush mouth was wrapped around the head of his cock and swallowed him down like it was nothing, he whimpered unlike a man of his size and ferociousness. 

Oberyn enjoyed that, however. He loved falling apart in front of his wife; she was the only who could see him in a moment of weakness, partly because she was his weakness.

Y/N’s head bobbed up and down his cock, spit dribbling down his shaft and making her movements sloppier. The squelching noises of her mouth on him and the groans coming from Oberyn were the only sounds in the room for a moment. 

With one hand, Y/N was working the base of Oberyn’s cock while her other one found that specific soft spot on his balls that made his toes curl. Looking up through her lashes to check if her assumption was correct, Y/N was met with Oberyn’s fiery eyes. 

‘Gods! I love when you — fuck! — suck my cock like that, my dove! Ah, so fucking good!’ Oberyn’s hands fisted her hair, pulling gently which instantly made Y/N’s pussy quiver with excitement. ‘That pretty mouth of yours is so… f-fucking good!’

Y/N hummed contentedly, the vibrations sending Oberyn into another fit of moans and incoherent babbling. It didn’t take long for Oberyn to clutch at her hair and come into her mouth with an animalistic grunt. The thick, warm ropes of cum seeped down her throat and Y/N swallowed them down with a licentious gulp that made Oberyn’s whole body shake.

‘Good girl,’ he praised and Y/N looked up at him again, proud to be able to bring such a strong man like him to his knees. ‘My good, good girl. So perfect. Come here.’

Y/N crawled back up, allowing Oberyn to roll them over and kiss her passionately. He tasted himself on her tongue and moaned loudly into her mouth. 

‘Yes—’ he whispered as they pulled apart for a brief moment, ‘truly the best way to wake up in the morning.’

‘Having your wife’s mouth around your cock?’

‘That and also my wife herself.’

‘Lucky woman.’

‘I think I am the lucky one,’ Oberyn smiled, kissing her forehead. ‘How about I return the favour by fucking you senseless into the bedsheets before we leave for the Water Gardens.’

Leave for the Water Gardens. Y/N slowly remembered the decision made late the other night between her and Oberyn.

After he conversation with Daenerys, now two days ago, Y/N had told Oberyn that if they wanted a definite result from her arrival to Dorne, they would have to take her straight to Doran so she could plead her case directly to him. Taking her to him would also mean that Doran wouldn’t be able to hide or find other matters to distract from the problem ahead.

Everything was planned and ready to go, including having Arianne inform her father of their arrival with the Dragon Queen and her three advisors. But nothing could stop the anxious ball that started to form in Y/N’s throat, chocking her. 

‘Dove?’ Oberyn’s eyebrows furrowed in worry at the sudden change in her expression.

‘I worry, Oberyn,’ Y/N admitted. ‘I know this is what’s best, but I also fear that Doran will be extremely unhappy with us.’

‘There is nothing for you to worry about,’ Oberyn assured her with a kiss. ‘I know Doran can be hot-tempered at times. Especially when things don’t go his way. If he has an issue he can take it up with me and Arianne. She’s his heir and she perfectly understands the meaning of this situation. Do not fret, my love.’

Oberyn soothed her as he spread her legs further and positioned himself at her entrance. He pushed his cock into her wet cunt to the hilt and stayed there until she fully relaxed around him. 

‘My protector.’ Y/N smiled dreamily as Oberyn worked a slow pace, his hips moving to a beautiful rhythm that got her more aroused and begging for that sweet release by the second.

‘Always,’ Oberyn groaned and pressed his forehead to hers, relishing the tender moment. The feeling of her warmth surrounding him, drawing his cock deeper, was as good as the first time. Her fingers dragging across his back, her nails digging in whenever he hit that familiar spot inside her that made her legs shake. 

Which gave Oberyn a good idea; he reached down to where Y/N’s legs were wrapped around his middle and hoisted them over his shoulders. She giggled at the sudden position changed but that quickly turned into a loud yelp as he started to move again.

‘Fuck! Oberyn—’ she gasped, eyes rolling back. Her arms flailed around as she tried to find something to grip on. One hand found his right shoulder while the other fisted at the pillows beneath her head. ‘Yes! Feels… g-good! Harder!’ Her words were coming in a disorganised manner as her mind was quickly filling with a single thought and that was how much she wanted to come with Oberyn buried deep inside her.

Oberyn’s hips slammed into hers, following her plea. His pace was hard and steady, but was making her see stars in the broad daylight. The legs around his shoulders started quacking violently and Y/N’s moans became more high-pitched and breathier. Her eyes were closed shut as she came closer to climax.

‘That’s it, good girl!’ Oberyn groaned, lightly biting her calf. ‘I want you to come all over my cock. Can you do that for me, beloved? Oh, fuck— yes!’ Oberyn grinned like a madman, entirely lost in passion. Y/N’s eyes barely opened and focused on him as he fucked into her with that torturous pace. ‘Yes, you can. My good girl.’

‘Oberyn!’ Y/N gasped, so close now that tears were welling in her eyes.

‘That’s it, my beautiful. Come for me!’

In a couple of deep thrusts, Oberyn felt her clamp down on him causing his own movements to stutter. He had to grab at the headboard as to not fall over, and continued fucking into Y/N’s warm cunt, letting her ride out the peak of her orgasm. She wailed and pawed at any available body part of Oberyn’s, desperate for something to hold on to. She felt weightless, like a feather. And then it all came down, making her feel like she was sliding down a dune before finally coming to a stop when Oberyn came in her, driving his hips as far as he possibly could and stilled. 

He slowly lowered her legs, squeezing her thighs as if to wordlessly praise her once again, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. His arms slowly came around her, embracing her fully and letting both their bodies calm down.

Y/N pushed her nose into the black curls at Oberyn’s temple and breathed in the rich aroma of blood oranges and sandalwood. He always smelled so good. He smelled manly, yet homey still. A perfect combination of strong and sweet. And that who Oberyn truly was.

‘You don’t have to worry about Doran,’ he suddenly spoke into her neck. The words were muffled but coherent enough. Oberyn lifted his head and stared into Y/N’s eyes. One of his large hands came up to cradle her face, calloused fingers barely grazing her cheekbone as if he worried she would dent if he applied more pressure.

‘You know me,’ Y/N replied with a tender smile. ‘I worry about everybody. I fear he will be hurt by our going behind his back.’

‘He will see that it is the right decision,’ Oberyn contested. ‘If not now then soon enough. War is coming wether he likes it or not. Dorne cannot go long without joining either side and we both know that my family will never back Cersei and her kind.’

‘I know.’ Y/N nodded, feeling her throat tighten with anxiety once more. Oberyn kissed her furrowed brow, willing it to relax.

‘I am beyond thankful for your help in this endeavour.’ Y/N smiled at his words; she trusted him completely and knew that he was going to do everything to protect their family. ‘Especially you talking to the Dragon Queen. I hope she apologised for disrespecting you.’

‘She did.’ Y/N decided it best to conceal that Daenerys also promised to keep Oberyn away from the fight which Y/N sorely doubted would ever work. But nothing stopped her from hoping that Daenerys would keep her word and somehow keep Oberyn from danger. ‘She said she understood that I too was important to Dorne’s involvement in this war.’

Oberyn nodded. ‘You are a Martell and the people of this land adore you. Your decisions are just as important as mine or those of any other member of our family.’

Y/N couldn’t find words to reply with. So she opted for a smile and drew in her husband for a long kiss. She immersed herself in the smell of him, feel of him. His lips moved over hers slowly, like he was savouring a rare fruit. Y/N sighed, ‘I love you.’

‘And I love you, my dove.’ Oberyn was the happiest whenever he was in her arms. He couldn’t think of something else that could equally excite and calm him. ‘Years go on and I fall even more in love with you with every sunrise.’

‘Then here’s to all the sunrises to come.’ Y/N couldn’t toast with a goblet so she kissed Oberyn instead. He languidly rutted against her, his cock swelling up at the ministrations. Y/N felt her cunt quiver, desperate for more friction. If only they could stay in bed all day…

Just then a knock came from the door and Oberyn’s manservant announced that him and Jenne wish to dress them before breakfast comes up to their bedchamber. Oberyn groaned into Y/N’s mouth at yet another interruption from a member of the royal household.

‘We shall continue tonight in the Water Gardens,’ Oberyn promised, pecking his wife’s sweet lips and getting up just as his manservant walked in with his daily attire.

‘I do hope so, my darling.’

The small party that left Sunspear before midday had reached the shades of the Water Gardens before the sun was too high in the sky. The gates had opened with a thunderous creak as they were welcomed in. The palm trees provided a good cover from the scorching heat of the desert and a small army of servants immediately went to each rider and provided them with a cold drink of water. The luggage from the carriage that Lord Tyrion and Lord Varys travelled in since they did not ride a horse was taken away into the guest wing, as the two men disembarked as well.

Oberyn dismounted his horse with Salvador who was beyond happy to be horse-riding with his Papa again and visiting cousin Arianne who always snuck sugared almonds during supper. Oberyn helped Y/N down from her horse and the two made sure that Ellarion was still sleeping inside his sling. Y/N didn’t like moving the little boy too much, but she couldn’t bare to leave him nor Salvador alone. Yes, they had nannies and wetnurses, but she couldn’t bare to see another woman hold her children to her breast. Oberyn joked she was most like a mother viper with her younglings when someone even dared to suggest someone else take care of the young princes in her stead.

In front of the palace doors, at the top of the short staircase was Doran in his wheelchair with Mellario and Arianne behind him. Doran’s expression let on to their unsuspecting visitors that he was calm, but Oberyn and Y/N knew he was just as displeased as they believed him to be. Arianne had obviously told him of the family’s decision to bring Daenerys Stormborn to the Water Gardens and speak with him directly, but that did not change the twinge of sourness that marred his wrinkled face. Arianne looked a little smug about this whole situation. 

As they drew closer, Y/N noticed that Ellaria had too arrived and now she stood a little further back but the two women smiled brightly once their eyes found each other. They would have to find time later to talk though. 

‘Prince Doran,’ Daenerys spoke directly to her host once she climbed the five steps to reach him. ‘I thank you for accepting me into your country and your home.’

‘You showed up to our shores without an announcement, but yes—’ Doran smiled politely, ‘to my home you are most welcome.’ He gazed up at the sky warily. ‘No dragon?’

‘No, I had Drogon return to Dragonstone with half of the flotilla I arrived on. I knew his presence in particular… distressed your people. And I am here as a harbinger of alliance.’

Doran nodded slowly. ‘We shall see. For now you and your people may retire to your chambers. My daughter has arranged a nice supper for us all to sit down and… discuss.’

He practically hissed that last word. Y/N felt like she was walking on thorns with every step she made into her family’s residence. The war hand on her waist that belonged to Oberyn was the only thing that seemed to ground her and give her ease. That and the possibility of seeing Ellaria after months of not seeing each other.

Later in the day, when the sun had started making its way westward and the heat was starting to melt into a bearable warmth in the air, everybody made their way to the dining room of the Water Gardens.

It was a relatively small chamber with the traditional Dornish arches through which the sweet aromas of the flowers and fruits that grew in the gardens could filter through, and entice the stomachs of every person who took seat at the long table. The floors were tiled with the most intricate mosaics, creating beautiful designs that sprawled out into the small courtyard ahead where weeks prior the small wedding of Trystane and Myrcella was held. 

To an outsider, this dinner could seem like a family affair. Doran was at the head of the table with Lady Mellario on his left side and Arianne on his right. Oberyn and Y/N were seated next to Arianne while Ellaria and her four daughter were across from them. Daenerys was sitting on Y/N’s right, followed by her advisors: Missandei, Lord Varys and Lord Tyrion who took the seat at the other end of the table next to Loreza who was eyeing him curiously over her goblet. 

There dinner passed in polite, quiet conversation while they all ate. Then Dorea looked up at Daenerys with her big brown eyes that were an exact replica of Oberyn’s and asked loudly:

‘Is it true you have a dragon?’

‘Dorea!’ Ellaria scolded.

‘What?’ Dorea seemed indignant that nobody would even think to ask such an important question. Everybody was being so uptight and she really wanted to know about the dragon. Loreza seemed just as interested in finding out the answer. 

‘I do have a dragon that I arrived on to Dorne,’ Daenerys smiled sweetly at the two young girls. ‘But I have two more.’

‘That is incredulous!’ Loreza gasped.

‘It’s not incredulous, stupid!’ Obella rolled her eyes at her younger sister’s incorrect use of words. ‘It’s incredible.’

‘Obella, be nice to your sister,’ Oberyn chastised his daughter calmly. 

‘Sorry, Papa.’

‘Forgive us for such a familial setting,’ Arianne said to the four foreigners. ‘But it is best we are completely open if we want these negotiations to work to our benefit. And our family enjoys supping together.’

‘It’s nothing but admirable, your highness,’ Missandei commented, lifting the goblet of Dornish red to her lips. ‘I’m afraid we have not had many fine dinners such as this since leaving Meereen.’

‘And here you are now.’ Doran commented sourly. He looked at Daenerys. ‘What exactly brought you to our shores? Because according to the latest reports, you have formed quite a few bonds with the houses in the north? Why come to Dorne?’

Arianne glared at her father’s tactlessness. ‘We understand that you wish to talk about Dorne’s allegiance.’

Y/N and Ellaria shared a quick look, worried that the following conversation would be inappropriate for the four little girls. Before Daenerys could reply, Ellaria interjected, ‘Forgive me, but perhaps we should let the girls head upstairs. These talks would not help with a night sleep.’

‘Of course,’ Daenerys nodded.

‘But I want to stay!’ Loreza protested. She loudly whispered to her mother, ‘I want to know more about the dragons!’

‘Loreza, my sweet,’ Y/N said to her. ‘I promise you, tomorrow you can ask the queen all you wish to know about her dragons. But I need you and your sisters to go check on Salvador and Ellarion for me… see if they are alright. Can you do that for me?’

Loreza sighed. ‘Yes, Mama.’

Y/N and Ellaria shared a warm look and watched their daughters indignantly get up form the table to leave. They said goodnight to their family and their guests; Elia curtsied gracefully, Dorea and Loreza tried their best whilst Obella just nodded and left.

‘Delightful girls,’ Tyrion commented once the four of them were gone. ‘Your healthy family relations certainly put mine to shame.’

Oberyn snorted; what an understatement that was!

‘Lord Tyrion, I thank you for your compliments to my nieces,’ Doran cut to the chase, ‘but I would really appreciate some candour.’

‘Of course, Your Highness.’ Tyrion bowed his head in respect. ‘We’ve come to ask Dorne’s allegiance.’

‘It’s not you who’s asking, it’s her.’ Doran pointed a long, boney finger at Daenerys who regarded him calmly. ‘Isn’t it so, Muña Zaldrīzoti?’ Mother of Dragons. ‘In fact… she is the only one asking, you three are merely helping her in her quest to claim the throne.’

‘Reclaim,’ Daenerys corrected him. ‘I am reclaiming the Iron Throne according to my birthright as the last living child of Aerys Targaryen.’

Doran did not reply, but hummed in something resembling agreement and drank from his goblet. Y/N glanced in Oberyn’s direction and found him glaring at his brother. He was mad that Doran would be wasting so much time in silly interrogations when they could be making use of that time to prepare to attack King’s Landing. 

‘What do you wish from Dorne exactly?’

Daenerys inhaled through her nose, disliking the man’s obvious reluctance. She understood that his daughter and his brother were more inclined to help her, but the deciding voice had to be the ruling member of the Martell House. 

‘I ask for your allegiance. I intend to take King’s Landing and my family’s throne back from the Lannisters, and rid the Seven Kingdoms of their tyranny.’

‘Yet here you have a Lannister as your advisor,’ Doran glanced at Tyrion. ‘How does your family feel about your defection?’

‘I suppose they harbour no kind thoughts since I killed my father,’ Tyrion gulped guiltily. Y/N frowned at the sadness that marred his Lordship’s face like ash from a dying fire. He obviously felt great remorse for what he’d done. ‘I am no longer a Lannister, not that I’ve ever been truly. I’ve made my decisions and I stand behind them. Just as I stand behind Daenerys Stormborn.’

The Dragon Queen smiled briefly at her Hand.

‘I’ve seen her liberate slaves and take cities without so much as lifting a finger. I’ve heard her speak to thousands of Dothraki, Unsullied, people who have long been seen as less than. She sees all as equally deserving of a better future. And she has kept her promises,’ Tyrion spoke confidently. 

Lord Varys suddenly joined his friend in saying, ‘What Her Grace is asking of your great house is allegiance in the war to come. And it is coming, Your Highness. Forgive me, but Dorne cannot take a stand of neutrality when so many enemies are threatening the peace of these lands.’

‘And you require all the Martell soldiers and our bannermen?’ Arianne inquired.  

‘We hope to avoid bloodshed,’ Lord Varys repeated Daenerys’s words in his honeyed, quiet voice. ‘But the union of all the Houses of Westeros would be the best course of action in defeating Queen Cersei.’

‘Queen Cersei?’ Y/N interjected without meaning.

Lord Varys nodded solemnly. ‘The few birds that I have remaining in King’s Landing said that King Tommen has committed suicide and Cersei is due to be crowned in mere days time. She has… blown up the Sept of Baelor, killing hundreds of people inside and outside. Including Queen Margaery. No ravens have left the Capital since.’

Y/N’s shaky inhale was heard only by Oberyn who took her hand under the table. He knew Margaery had been a close friend of hers, they used to correspond regularly before. Her sudden death was a painful report for his wife. He rubbed his thumb against her knuckles to console her.

‘Your Grace,’ Lord Varys turned his Queen, ‘might I suggest that we… disband for the evening and leave His Highness to discuss the matter with his family in private.’

‘Of course,’ Daenerys agreed, standing up. Her advisors followed, Oberyn rose in respect. ‘Thank you for such a lovely dinner and thank you again for accepting us into your beautiful home.’

‘Prince Doran, I was wondering if I could see my niece tomorrow morning?’ Tyrion requested.

‘Of course, Lord Tyrion. There is nothing stopping her to see her blood relatives, you are free to see her whenever you wish.’ 

Tyrion bowed again. After the four left, followed by the few Unsullied guards that stood by close enough to protect them if necessary, the six remaining people sat in tense silence. Oberyn calmly took his goblet and downed the rest of his wine before staring at his brother.

‘Could you be more of a fool, brother?’

Doran scoffed, ‘You are one to talk, Oberyn. You would go against my back to bring this girl into our home!’

‘Daenerys Stormborn has proven she has respect for our family and our people. You heard what her advisors said, she can be trusted. And she is offering that which we both want… revenge for our fallen family.’

‘I thought you had given up attempts at avenging our sister.’

‘It’s not vengeance, Doran,’ Y/N quietly corrected him. ‘It’s a chance to get closure. I would not support Oberyn if I thought it would be him alone against the entire Lannister army. This would be a smart move.’

‘Do not talk to me about smart moves,’ Doran practically hissed at her. ‘Arianne told me it is you who sent out letters, informing her and Ellaria of Daenerys’s arrival.’

‘They deserved to know, brother.’

‘It’s not up to you to decide who deserves to know what, and who doesn’t. I am the head of this house and you went against me!’

‘For the sake of our family, Doran!’ Y/N exclaimed in frustration. 

Doran slammed his fist on the table. ‘You have no rights to make such decisions! You are not a true Martell!’

Silence fell again, but this time it pained Y/N’s ears. She vaguely noticed Oberyn shooting up from his chair and yelling at his brother, but his words were strangely muted. As if he was talking under water. Doran seemed to be angrily replying back, while Arianne took her aunt and uncle’s side. Ellaria held back the angry words she wished she could direct at her daughters’ uncle and instead regarded Y/N with great sadness in her eyes.

Y/N could not bare the heaviness in her chest and in her eyes and stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the tiled floor as it moved backwards.

‘My love?’ Oberyn turned to her, his hand instantly finding her face, and tenderly cupped her jaw. 

Y/N took a steadying breath. ‘Doran, I have been nothing but grateful that I am a part of your family. I have been loyal and devoted, not only to your brother, but to every single Martell. To all.’ Y/N glanced at Ellaria who smiled at her in thanks for recognising her as part of their house, even if Doran didn’t always. ‘I have given you two healthy nephews. If that does not make me a true Martell… I do not know what does.’

Doran looked away in shame and anger.

‘If you’ll excuse me, I will go up to my bedchamber. My children need their mother.’

Y/N then looked at Oberyn who simply nodded and kissed her forehead. ‘I will be up in a few minutes.’

Without another word to anybody else, Y/N walked away from the dining table and let the tears finally stream down her face. 

Y/N could barely keep her eyes open once the exhaustion overcame her. She cried her eyes out as she fed little Ellarion and put him to bed in his little pillow pen. She watched him for a few moments, just admiring how his little fists were raised closed to his head. His face was scrunched up, most likely dreaming. Oh, how much him and Salvador resembled their father in their sleep. Always a little put off as if they were displeased by the visions their minds supplied. But with a quick, soft kiss from Mama, Ellarion seemed to relax and surrender to a deeper sleep.

Y/N returned to her and Oberyn’s bedchamber, unclasping her dress’s button at the back of her neck and letting it slide down her body. She removed her bracelets and earrings and slid straight into bed. Y/N hoped that a good night’s sleep might mend her bruised heart… just a little, if not a lot.

She barely noticed when Oberyn returned, disrobing quickly and joining her side in the bed. He wrapped himself around her, pulling her to his warm, solid chest. His pressed his lips to her neck, leaving a gentle kiss that would act as a promise that tomorrow they would talk about what Doran said at dinner and how untrue it was. For now, Oberyn was going to guard her through the night, keep her warm. But nothing could stop the bad dreams when they came.

Y/N was back at that table, Doran’s words chanting all around her, deafening. She could not bare how violent they were, how shameful. She got up to leave, walk somewhere else and found the corridors unrecognisable. The clean, white limestone that made up the walls of her home was now copper red. The corridor looked rough and unwelcoming. And there was only one place that hung over her memories with such terror: The Red Keep. The dream was filled with the memory of the fear and restlessness of that horrid place. It reminded her how fearful she had gotten about Oberyn’s and Salvador’s safety in the clutches of those red walls.

She suddenly came to an opening, a grand hall with enormous windows. Although the torches and fire pits were ablaze, there was no warmth in that room. It was freezing cold. Y/N walked towards the end of it, towards a chair that she unhappily remembered. The Iron Throne. It looked just as uncomfortable as she remembered it. 

And then she heard a voice. Oberyn’s voice. Calling her. Screaming for her. Y/N turned abruptly, finding Oberyn’s body crumpled on the floor, limbs spread out on the cold stone floor unmoving. His armoured chest was bashed in and once her eyes reached his face, Y/N’s dream-self let out a bloodcurdling scream. There was nothing there. Only blood and gore.

A shadow hung over the lifeless body of her husband, over Y/N as well. A towering dark figure that raised a great, glimmering sword and brought it down on both of them. And she awoke with a startle, her breath caught in her throat.

Y/N brought a hand to her chest, begging her racing heart to relax. It was just a dream, a product of a tired mind, nothing more. She noticed that her head was resting against Oberyn’s shoulder and he was well. He was handsome, and asleep… and alright. Perfectly fine. His lips were barely parted as he quietly snored. He’s okay, Y/N repeated to herself.

But she wasn’t. The dream had truly rattled her and she needed a moment to compose herself, otherwise her flailing about might wake Oberyn and Y/N didn’t want that. She wanted him to stay just as he was, perfect and calm. Resting after a long, busy day.

Without another second deliberation, Y/N decided that a brisk walk in the gardens might just tire her out so she would sleep through the rest of the night. And once the sun was up, she would feel better.

She grabbed a long jacket of Oberyn’s, something that held his scent and would ground her in reality as her mind still reeled from the violent nightmare. She wrapped it around her naked body and tied the strings that would hold it closed without a belt. She didn’t bother wish shoes because the marble was still warm from the previous day’s heat. 

Y/N walked around the bed, admiring her husband’s sleeping form and bent down to press a chaste kiss to his brow. ‘I will be right back, my love.’ She whispered to him and quietly left the bedchamber.

The evening air in the Water Gardens was just a little chilly, but nothing out of the ordinary for a Dornish night. The crowns of palm trees swayed just a little as the air rustled through their leaves. Y/N made her way to her small colony of lavender bushes, that something that always put her mind at ease: gardening. She was happy that she could help the gardeners here and in Sunspear with something she was well-versed in. And under her care and patronage, the two gardens had become home to her old home’s lavender flowers.

Y/N sat on the ground near the first bush she ever planted and admired it’s budding flowers. It seemed like it was yesterday when her and Oberyn had planted it on their honeymoon. She wanted to cut a few strands to bring to their room to put in the pillowcases, but quickly realised that she had no scissors, nor knife. She had forgotten to take the dagger Oberyn gifted her. It was no matter, she could do that in the morning.

As she got up, she heard rustling in the foliage nearby. A quick noise that disappeared just as quickly. 

‘Who is there?’ She called out.

‘Oh, I’m sorry.’ Y/N whipped around to find Myrcella walking towards her, clutching a piece of parchment in her hand. She was dressed in a simple sleep chemise, with long flowing sleeves. The noise could’ve been a bird then. ‘I didn’t think there was going to be anybody else out at this hour.’

‘It’s quite alright, my sweet.’ Y/N wrapped her arms around the young girl, bringing her in for a hug. ‘Couldn’t sleep?’

‘No, Trystane was exhausted though. I didn’t want to wake him and…’ Myrcella’s smiled faltered. ‘I received a letter from my mother.’

‘What does she say?’

‘She wants me to return to the Capital.’ Myrcella sighed. ‘But it’s useless, I am not leaving Trystane, nor my family here. She cannot make me go back to that unhappy place.’

Y/N smiled sadly, ‘That is something I understand completely. You don’t need to worry, Cersei won’t dare take you away from here.’

‘Think again, lady.’ A rough male voice came from the bushes behind them. Y/N grabbed Myrcella’s hand and pushed her behind herself, shielding her from the unknown man. 

He slowly emerged into the moonlight, a tall man who wore the clothes of a Dornish guardsman but did not speak as one, and Y/N recognised his face. He had been a friend of Lord Tyrion, she had met him in King’s Landing.

‘Bronn, you bloody idiot!’ Another man jumped out of the foliage. ‘We were supposed to go unseen.’

‘Uncle Jaime?’ Myrcella whisper-yelled. She looked over Y/N’s shoulder, watching as her mother’s brother walked towards her, dressed like a Dornish horseman. ‘What in the seven hells are you doing here?!’

‘I’ve come at the request of your mother,’ Jaime explained. ‘She wants you back home as I suspect you learnt from her letter.’

Y/N cleared her throat, eyeing the two foreign men with anger. ‘And you couldn’t announce your arrival. Instead you come like thieves in the night!’

Bronn scoffed at her, grabbing her arm and pulling her violently towards him. Y/N went to scream, but he twisted her body around and put his filthy paw over her mouth, preventing her from alarming any other guard that might be patrolling the gardens. 

‘What are you doing? Let her go!’ Myrcella protested, but then her uncle grabbed her two, silencing her in the same manner.

‘We don’t have time for this,’ Bronn groaned. ‘Do we take the Dornishwoman or not?’

‘We can’t risk her alerting the guards.’ Jaime reasoned. ‘We will never make it to the ship. I say we take her and go.’

Y/N flailed around, trying to get her captor to release his hold on her, but he was keeping her in a vice-like grip. She tried kicking, biting, screaming, anything. To no avail.

‘Let’s go!’

No! No! No!

‘Obrnnn!’ Y/N’s muffled scream died against the gloved hand of the man, holding her. ‘Obrnnn!’

Nothing. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Myrcella struggling just the same. Y/N had to help her! She was her niece, her family, she needed to defend her. But how could she when she couldn’t even free herself?

‘Heeeelffff!’ She tried screaming again, but the man just jostled her some more, trying to get her to shut up. 

‘God, this one won’t fucking stop!’ Bronn groaned and pulled out his sword, using the pommel to violently hit Y/N over the head with and she slumped in his arms, passed out. Myrcella shrieked against her uncle’s hand, in fear for her aunt’s safety. ‘Better.’

‘Gods, couldn’t you just… Never mind, we need to go now!’ Jaime hissed and carried his niece towards the servant’s door through which they had made their way into the Water Gardens. The young girl continued kicking and trying to scream, until her failing attempts resulted in her just slumping against her uncle’s chest, tears briskly filling her eyes in desperation.

Oberyn woke with a start from a colder gust of wind that blew hard against his bare shoulders. He went to pull the covers over his and Y/N’s body, but found her side of the bed empty. He sighed, lifting his head from the pillows. The sky was beginning to turn a lighter shade of blue. It must’ve been nearing sunrise. Y/N was probably in the boys’s nursery.

Oberyn got up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and went to find last night’s pair of trousers so he could go find his beloved. 

‘My dove?’ He asked sleepily, as he walked into the adjacent room. Nothing. Salvador was once again curled into his baby brother’s side, the two of them still deep in the land of dreams. Oberyn talked up to their little pen and smiled at how sweet they looked. He kneeled down and picked up one of the discarded blankets, tucking in the two boys so they wouldn’t be cold in the morning chill. But where was their mother?

Oberyn walked back into their bedchamber to check the balcony. Nothing. Gods knew he was a calm man, but in that moment he started to worry. He knew there weren’t many places that Y/N would go in the Water Gardens when she was unhappy and she had plenty of reasons to be after last night. 

He wrapped a shawl over his shoulders and swiftly left for the gardens. She must’ve gone to check her lavender. But she wasn’t there. Oberyn’s heart began to beat wildly. He pattered up and down the paths surrounding the flower beds. Nothing. He looked in the sitting room. Nothing. He was on his way back to the sleeping quarters when her encountered Trystane who looked just as alarmed.

‘Trystane, what is wrong?’

‘Myrcella’s gone. I can’t find her anywhere!’ 

‘So is Y/N. I’ve looked in all places she would be.’

Trystane stared at his uncle in disbelief. Neither of the two wanted to imagine the worst, but there were very few options left for them to pick from.

‘Alert the guards, tell them to do a sweep of the grounds!’

‘Yes, uncle!’ Trystane did not delay and rushed towards the front gates, leaving Oberyn alone in the corridor. His hand came up to rub against his bearded jaw and he willed his heart to calm its wild beating. He chewed on the inside of his cheek in frustration. He prayed it was nothing, he prayed it would be a false alarm. But Y/N would never disappear like that. Neither would Myrcella. Something felt wrong, so wrong it left a bad taste in Oberyn’s mouth. A coppery taste.

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[nolanell]

The Prince: Writer Wednesday October 13th 2021

Writer Wednesday: @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape

Pairing: Modern!Oberyn Martell (GoT) x GN Reader (this is a Modern AU)

Length: 4.3K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. The majority of this takes place in a restaurant so there is a lot of mention of food (particulrly seafood), eating food is described as well as consumption of alcohol. Horrible boss in a restaurant setting, swearing, physical and verbal flirting with mention of feet, allusions to a size kink, Reader and Oberyn being handsy, oral sex (male receiving). Reader is not physically described in appearance or in any way to specifically define their gender. If I have missed anything, let me know please.

Author's Note: This is the spiciest thing I have ever written and I am very nervous. Please be gentle with me if you have any comments.

You’d hoped for this moment the entire time you had worked here. Now it was presented to you, you actually found yourself somewhere between dreading it and considering it excruciating torture. The moment was here, whether you liked it or not and you had to deal with it for the sake of still having a job at the end of the night, if nothing else. You had wanted to serve him yourself. You had wanted it for so long; it was why you applied for the job as soon as they advertised vacancies. You were initially thinking you would be happy with just glimpses, assuming the maître d’ and head chef would serve him themselves. When you discovered that his service was entrusted to the senior wait staff, you worked as hard as you could to prove that you were a good member of the team, to get promoted and get your chance. You had been given more prominent customers for a couple of months now and a raise along with it, showing you were seen as a capable employee. You’d served minor politicians, local celebrities, and a couple of lords and ladies so distant from the Crown they were hardly royalty. Nobody huge, nobody intimidating, but certainly more important than your run of the mill restaurant patrons. You hadn’t been promoted to the senior waiting staff yet, but the senior for tonight’s shift had been sent home the minute she tried to clock on; her pale skin, squinting stare and inability to stand near the kitchen showing she had a nauseous migraine. She went home, and when the Prince’s assistant telephoned half an hour later to ask if the Prince could have his preferred table for dinner; well, the maître d’ had not hesitated in giving you the task of waiting on him. It did come with a promise that if you screwed this up you would be lucky to keep your job, but the fact the maître d’ would entrust this to you rather than disappoint the Prince was telling.

You took a couple of deep breaths, slowly inhaling and exhaling with your eyes closed. You smoothed down your crisp white shirt and checked yourself in the mirror. You carefully gave your hair a quick freshen up, then scanned your face for any imperfections. As good as you could get with barely any notice. You turned on your heel and walked over to the table in the private area, deftly moving your hips around the screen closing the table off from view. You couldn’t look at him, but you were surprised to note he was alone. You had seen him dine with people; sometimes several, sometimes only one or two. You had never seen him alone before.

‘Good evening your highness, it’s wonderful to see you back again,’ you smiled brightly. ‘Could I offer you some refreshments while you decide on your order?’

A raised eyebrow. A smirk: but a friendly one, the crinkles around his eyes forming and a dimple starting to emerge. Fingers entwined with each other, supporting his chin, as elbows rested on the table. That was all you saw as you dared to look directly at him for only a few seconds.

He didn’t speak for some time; it felt like minutes but was probably only about thirty seconds. You felt yourself start to squirm internally under his gaze. You couldn’t look at him, but you were certain he was looking at you. He eventually let out a chuckle that was more like a rumble. You allowed yourself the pleasure of the sound cascade over you like a wave; it was a blissful noise to behold, and you hoped you could get him to do it again.

‘I’ll have a bottle of the house white wine, please. Two glasses please, if you wouldn’t mind,’ he smiled up at you.

‘Of course, your highness,’ you nodded. ‘Will you have a guest joining you? Should I wait to take your meal order?’

‘Not at all, I’m dining alone this evening. Just two glasses, thank you,’ he cocked his eyebrow as he tilted his chin up to you, pulling the corner of his mouth up in a lopsided grin.

‘Right away, your highness,’ you smiled, bowing your head slightly as you slinked behind the screen to fulfil his request. He wanted two glasses; you were only too happy to oblige. But why?

You returned to his table a minute later, placing the glasses on the table and the ice bucket and stand next to it. You uncorked the wine, the bottle giving a satisfying ‘pop’ as you freed the cork from the neck of the bottle. His fingers were still intertwined, supporting his chin while his elbows were on the table.

‘Would you like to try the wine first, your highness?’ you asked.

He hummed to himself, another rumbling sound originating deep in his chest. You almost closed your eyes at the pleasure of hearing it before you caught yourself. You were about to offer to fetch a different wine, thinking he changed his mind, when he spoke.

‘Don’t bother with all that your highness nonsense,’ he chuckled softly. ‘You can call me Oberyn.’

The air had suddenly been sucked out of your lungs. ‘A-are you sure, your- I mean, are you sure, Oberyn?’

His face broke into a smile as his hands lowered to the table, and he looked up at you. ‘I am perfectly sure. And should anyone complain, they can answer to me.’

You couldn’t help but smile back at him, and you actually looked at him. He was immaculately dressed in a black suit, with a black dress shirt, undone at the collar and open dangerously low down on his chest. His utterly gorgeous, muscled neck and chest peeked through the gap of his shirt. You drank in his beautiful dark eyes, a stunning deep brown that held both warmth and charm. Even his nose was beautiful; a slight curve to the bridge, a strong feature and perfect for him. His lips looked impossibly soft and so very kissable, framed by a dark, well-kept stubbly beard, and you had to steady your breath as your eyes darted back up to his.

‘Well then, would you like to try the wine first, Oberyn?’ you asked, keeping your voice steady. You were as nervous as anything internally and you swore you could hear the maître d’ screaming at you to have some respect.

‘No thank you, I know I like this one,’ he smiled. ‘But, if you wouldn’t mind, could you pour for both glasses, please.’

You were happy to oblige but could not fathom what this second glass was all about. You poured the wine and placed it in the ice bucket, then retrieved your order pad from your pocket.

‘Have you decided on your meal, Oberyn, or would you like some more time?’ you asked, glancing quickly at the closed menu on the table.

‘I have,’ he replied, leaning back in his chair.

You took down his order as he spoke; you weren’t too surprised at his order of prawn and lobster to start, or the seafood pasta main. There was something very regal about the choices that he made, and you found yourself thinking that his meal was indeed befitting the Prince. When you placed the order with the kitchen, making sure the head chef knew who you were waiting on, you became uncharacteristically bold and went back to his table.

‘Is there anything else I can do for you before your meal is ready, Oberyn?’ you asked.

‘Well that depends,’ he looked at you, and you would swear he was looking you up and down. ‘What exactly is it that you want to do for me?’

‘It’s not what I want, it’s what you want, Oberyn,’ you smiled, that boldness seeming to grow rather than shrink away. ‘Though, could I ask you a question?’

He only looked momentarily surprised, before he smiled and nodded.

‘Who is the second glass for?’ you asked, gesturing to the wine glass.

He actually laughed at that, and your knees almost gave way. You made the delectable Prince Oberyn laugh out loud. ‘I thought you’d never ask,’ he said as he stopped laughing. ‘It’s for you.’

That caught you off guard. ‘O-Oberyn, I’m honoured but I-I can’t, not when, when I’m –‘

He gave an unconcerned wave of his hand. ‘My sweet, you may answer to the maître d’, but he answers to me, as far as my visits are concerned. If you want to enjoy a glass of wine with me, the invitation is open. And if he dares to try and fire you for enjoying a glass of wine with me, then he’ll never work again.’

The way he called you my sweet, the commanding tone as he spoke of the maître d’, coupled with everything else so far was really doing things to you. Things were feeling hot and tingly, and you could feel your heart race and your breath quicken. ‘Of course, Oberyn,’ you nodded, sliding into the chair opposite him, and picking up the second wine glass. ‘What should we drink to?’

Oberyn tapped his glass to yours, the glass chiming and wine swirling. ‘Let’s drink to… new possibilities,’ he said as he took a sip of his wine.

‘To new possibilities,’ you echoed, sipping your own. It was cool, crisp, an amazing wine where a single bottle cost more than you made in a single shift. You finished the glass, the buzz from the alcohol pleasantly roaming through you. You went to the kitchen to retrieve the prince’s appetiser.

The appetiser and main course of the meal passed with little incident, aside from Oberyn offering to refill your glass and you insisting you couldn’t as you hadn’t eaten and you could not get drunk on the job, whether he would punish the maître d’ or not. He had seemed a little hurt by that but seemed to understand there was a difference between being visibly drunk in the restaurant area, and having a glass of wine at a patron’s request. Oberyn’s dessert order, though, was an interesting one.

‘I’ll have the chocolate fondant please my sweet, and if you could mention to the chef that it’s for me, he’ll know what to do. And please, two spoons, my sweet,’ he had smiled at you.

Your eyes widened. ‘I couldn’t possibly share with you, Oberyn,’ you gasped.

‘You can, my sweet, and I want you to,’ he protested. ‘Or, do you not want to? If you don’t, that’s honestly fine with me.’

‘I do,’ you nodded. He was very clear about what he wanted, but the fact he had considered you may not, and was giving you an out was endearing. ‘I just… I really am pushing it on what I can get away with’.

You’d been getting quizzical, confused looks from the maître d’ all evening and you felt like it was only a matter of time before he discovered what you were doing. Oberyn seemed to think he could protect you, but you felt like once he was gone, the maître d’ would not adhere to his demands. You were just another member of wait staff. Or were you? You hadn’t seen anything like this when you dared risk a glance on his previous visits. You’d never seen any of the senior staff share wine with him, or dessert. You’d never seen him give anyone more than polite responses, nods, and smiles. You were eighty per cent sure he had been checking you out over the course of the evening, pretty sure he was interested in you beyond being his personal wait staff for the evening. But to what extent?

‘Well, I want you to, you want to, so that’s all that really matters,’ Oberyn smiled. ‘Don’t worry about the maître d’. We’ll have dessert, and I’ll be sure to tell him about the excellent service.’

Your cheeks grew hot at his praise. You couldn’t think of anything to say in response but headed to the kitchen to place the order. The head chef told you to stay in the kitchen as the dessert was best enjoyed with no delay coming to the table. It turned out the chocolate fondant being for Oberyn meant it came with a small mountain of fresh strawberries and raspberries, as well as a small bowl of melted chocolate. You brought it back to the table and set everything down.

‘Tell me, when do you finish work?’ Oberyn asked.

‘Closing time,’ you managed to squeak out.

Oberyn looked at his watch. He hummed softly. ‘Excellent. Only half an hour then. Are you working tomorrow?’

You shook your head.

‘Even better,’ he smiled. ‘Come with me this evening?’

Your eyes widened. Oberyn Martell, the Prince, was asking you to come with him? Your heart was hammering in your chest, your breathing was sharp and shallow, but you managed to level your voice and say ‘I’d love to, Oberyn.’

He gave a soft hum and smiled. ‘Wonderful. Enjoy this with me?’ he motioned to the dessert.

He held a strawberry to your lips and gently pushed it into your mouth. His thumb gently grazed against your bottom lip, lingering a bit too long to not be deliberate. You let your tongue dart against the pad of his thumb and you saw his eyes widen a fraction, his pupils dilate a tiny bit. Oh yes, Oberyn had been checking you out. Oberyn liked you.

Oberyn, you dared to think, wanted you.

You picked up a raspberry and dipped it in some chocolate sauce, bringing it to his lips and pushing it in. He took it and sucked on your index finger, and it was all you could do not to pass out. You crossed your legs, trying to quell the fire that was building between them. Sipping your glass of wine, you worked to steady your breath. His throat bobbed up and down as he watched you, getting as worked up as you were. Emboldened by the wine and the fact he promised you wouldn’t be fired, you slipped off your shoe. Dragging the inside of your foot up and down his calf, you gave yourself a chocolate covered strawberry and softly moaned as the chocolate hit your tongue. You heard Oberyn suck a breath in and you loved that you could do this to him. You pushed a bit further; your foot found its way up to Oberyn’s knee, then creeping up the inside of his thigh. You saw his eyes widen and suddenly his hand was on your foot, holding it in a firm grip but with a gentle stroke of his thumb against the skin of your instep. His hand was deliciously warm and though you couldn’t see it, you knew it was covering most of your foot. You realised you would love to know what else those large warm hands could do…

‘My sweet, I thought you were worried about getting into trouble?’ Oberyn raised an eyebrow, but the smile playing on his lips showing it was a good-natured question.

‘I… I honestly don’t care now if I do,’ you replied. ‘This will have been worth it.’

Oberyn’s smile broke through, his dimple materialising as the crinkles formed at his eyes. ‘I’m worth the risk you think you’re putting to your job?’

He was so damn cocky it bordered on arrogance, but you knew it was justified. Prince Oberyn was powerful and connected. If he promised you would not lose your job on account of tonight, you believed him. But more than that, even if he couldn’t protect you, what you’d already experienced tonight was more than worth your job.

‘Beyond worth it, even if it the risk is just in my head,’ you grinned at him.

He gave a little nod and a satisfied little hum as you finished the dessert together. ‘Now my sweet, would you fetch the maître d’ for me?’

Your nerves came back and you felt a tremble to your shoulders as the pit in your stomach threatened to bring up your - Oberyn’s - dessert. You reluctantly brought your foot back to the floor, Oberyn gently squeezing it before letting you go. Slipping your shoe back on you then stood up and smoothed down your shirt, checking for chocolate and wiping your mouth with a napkin. You walked toward the screen and looked over your shoulder before you slipped round the screen. Oberyn was looking straight at you. He smiled.

‘Don’t worry, my sweet,’ he practically purred as he reached for his wine glass.

You found the maître d’, explaining the Prince wanted to see him, and no you didn’t know why, but he seemed to have really enjoyed his meal. Your boss was at least looking confused, rather than angry. He followed you to the private area, where you gestured toward Oberyn. Smiling briefly at the two of them, you slipped round the screen once more and busied yourself with cleaning the table closest to the screen, the patrons having just left. You strained to hear whatever was being said and still felt like it was make or break for your job, whether or not Oberyn’s assurances would come through. You could initially hear the maître d’ gasping, which didn’t sound promising. You tried not to let yourself panic as you refocused on what you could hear.

‘…I only want to be served by the staff I had this evening from now on,’ you heard Oberyn say. He sounded different; authoritative, and with a hardness to his voice he had not used with you. ‘And if that is not possible, say a day off or a shift that is not in line with my arrival, then I want you to say so, and I will arrange to come in at another time.’

‘Certainly, your highness,’ the maître d’ replied, incredulous in tone but respectful nonetheless.

‘Excellent. If you could be so kind as to send them back to me now we are done. I trust you have closed for the evening?’ Oberyn asked.

You didn’t hear the maître d’ say anything, so assumed he nodded, too dumbfounded to speak.

‘Then as they are off the clock, I trust you will no longer need them and will not be the cause of any disruptions to their free time this evening. And under no circumstances are you to call them in should you be short on staff tomorrow,’ Oberyn’s firm, demanding tone sent shivers up your spine. Picking up the silverware from the table, you hurried to the kitchen, to busy yourself and cover your eavesdropping. Listening to Oberyn speak to your boss had been one hell of an experience; you loved hearing how authoritative he could be and how he was talking about you. Your attraction, you realised, had been wholly surface level physical up until this evening. You had begun to realise you loved his voice, the way he held himself, his demeanour, his company, his flirting…

You had managed to get into the kitchen and one of the line cooks had given you some busy work, trying to get the gossip of the Prince’s visit. You’d been there mere seconds as the maître d’ burst in.

‘You. I don’t know what you did, but he is so happy with it and has left the biggest tip we have ever seen. He wants you back with him. We’ll talk on your next shift about what this means,’ he barked at you, wide eyed and looking at you like you’d grown an extra head. You nodded quickly and made to hurry out of the kitchen.

‘I’d take your coat with you,’ your boss called after you. You dived into the closet off of the kitchen and grabbed your coat, then went back to behind the screen.

Oberyn was still sitting at the table but wearing a coat that fit him as well as his suit, accentuating his broad shoulders and somehow making him look even more regal. He smiled as you entered, standing up and offering to take your hand.

‘Now my sweet, shall we get out of here?’ he asked, leading you to a door that you’d not noticed before, but its presence made sense. How else did he enter and exit without the whole restaurant noticing? No wonder he sat behind a screen when he came.

‘That sounds wonderful,’ you smiled back at him, letting him lead the way.

Oberyn opened the door, leading you into the cool night air. You couldn’t believe this was happening, even more so when you saw the pristine black limo with blacked out windows waiting in the street behind the restaurant. The driver was standing waiting, opening the door as you and Oberyn approached.

‘Good evening, your highness,’ the driver gave a slight bow to Oberyn. He glanced over, nodding to you in greeting.

‘Good evening,’ Oberyn smiled. ‘Home, please, if you would be so kind.’

Now the shared dessert was really threatening to come up, and you were pretty sure your heart had stopped. Prince Oberyn was taking you home? He motioned for you to get into the car, which you somehow managed to do, and fairly gracefully. He got in behind you and the driver closed the door. The divider to the driver’s seat was blacked out and the hatch was shut. You and Oberyn were alone. In his limo.

Oberyn leant forward in his seat and opened a small compartment, revealing a chiller with a bottle of wine, then opened a second where he retrieved two glasses. He poured one for each of you, handing you a glass.

‘To… new discoveries,’ Oberyn grinned, clinking his glass to yours.

‘New discoveries,’ you echoed, sipping the wine. It both calmed you and reminded you of what had happened over dessert. Your wine-prompted courage returned. ‘So what now, Oberyn?’ you asked, grinning at him.

‘Well my sweet, what would you like to discover?’ he countered, not missing a beat.

You were close together on the seat of the limo. Very close. You breathed in slowly and you could smell his cologne, smell something that made you think of expensive hotel spas, and a faint sweetness which you decided was somehow the chocolate from dessert lingering. You took a slow, deep drag from your wine glass. The sharpness of its citrusy notes burst on your tongue, giving you another rush of courage. You slid your coat off, letting it pool behind you on the seat. You licked your lips, first looking at Oberyn’s, then dragging your eyes down his neck and chest. Hardening your resolve, you tucked your leg closest to Oberyn underneath you and swung your body toward him, placing your other leg on his other side.

You were straddling Prince Oberyn motherfucking Martell in his limo.

He smirked, tilting his chin up to you ever so slightly. He was taller than you, and even with you on his lap his head was not much lower than yours. You felt a not unpleasant pressure and warmth on your hips, your eyes darting down and confirming it was in fact his hands. You had been right; his hands were huge, and simultaneously made you feel incredibly sexy but also safe. You rested your forearms on his broad shoulders, curling your fingers into his dark hair and feeling it feather against your fingertips. You inched forward closer to him, looking directly into his eyes.

‘That’s a good start, my sweet,’ Oberyn whispered, the tension in his voice so strong you could feel it.

You leant down, your lips meeting his. You’d been right again; his lips were impossibly soft, and you almost groaned out loud at the feel of them. You felt his tongue push against your own lips, seeking permission. You happily granted it and let him in, your grip on his hair getting tighter as his fingertips dug harder into the softness of your hips. You slowly brought one hand out of his hair, cupping his jaw and then running the palm of your hand down his neck, his chest, and then coming to rest a little below his belt buckle.

If you weren’t sure he really wanted you, now you were certain. You started palming him through the soft fabric, preening at his little moans of pleasure. He had started running his hands in circles on your hips, then slipped his hands under your shirt to make contact with bare skin, his warm and inviting palms caressing you. Your hand gently squeezed. He dug his fingertips in. You hadn’t stopped kissing each other.

Breathless, you pulled your head back. Oberyn let out a moan that almost got you reaching your peak there and then. You slid yourself backwards, placing your feet on the floor of the limo. You knelt down, shins against the floor, ass resting on your heels.

‘Everything alright my sweet?’ Oberyn asked, confusion in his voice, eyebrow raised.

‘Perfectly alright, Oberyn,’ you smiled, looking up at him. ‘I just thought I have been looking after you all night, but now I can really take care of you.’

Realisation crossed Oberyn’s face as your fingers made quick work of undoing his belt, and unwrapping what you really wanted. He growled with pleasure as your eyes widened when you gazed at his cock; hard, glistening from his arousal, and all for you. Gently holding him and teasing a squeeze of his length, you took him in your mouth and let out a moan before you knew what you were doing.

‘You look so beautiful, my sweet,’ Oberyn purred, running his fingers through your hair. ‘You’re so good for me, your mouth is heaven itself.’

A rush raced through you as you closed your eyes in pure pleasure. Prince Oberyn was not a disappointment in any sense; tonight was going to be pure bliss.

[unhinged-summer-fun]

FLUNKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST.

Because I can’t do things by halves, I’ve decided to mash up flufftober, whumptober, and kinktober this year on days I choose to write fills for. I’m not gonna tag anyone for these, sorry, but you can bookmark this post and come back in November for the complete list. Strikethru text indicates I didn’t get to that prompt.

Day 1: Boba Fett x GN!Reader x Sarlacc (Winning the other a teddy, bound, and masks)

Day 2: Dave York x F!Reader (choking/gagging, sneaking out together, asphyxiation, public sex, orgasm denial)

Day 3: Marcus Pike x GN!Reader (lazy Sundays, licking, pet play, anxiety)

Day 4: Dave York x F!Reader (Sparklers & Fireworks, taken hostage, gags)

Day 5: Comandante Veracruz x F!Reader (watching the sunrise, broken nose, swallowing, gun play)

Day 6: Pero Tovar x F!Reader (Fireman’s carry, touch-starved, hunger, masturbation, nipple play)

Day 7: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader (meddling friends, numbness, blindness, accidental stimulation, massage)

Day 8: Din Djarin x F!Reader (cooking lessons, exotic illness, pegging)

Day 9: Dave York x Reader (text messages, tears, cock worship)

Day 10: Max Phillips x F!Reader (pillow fight, impact play, aphrodisiacs, hospital)

Day 11: Agent Whiskey x Reader (Love Notes, overstimulation, fucking machines, dehydration)

Day 12: Frankie Morales x Reader (Sleepy kiss, begging, biting)

Day 13: Boba Fett x Din Djarin (pillow talk, This Is Gonna Leave A Mark, anal, sex toys)

Day 14: Boba Fett x GN!Reader x Sarlacc (sequel to Day 1, slow dancing, under pressure, orgy)

Day 15: Ezra x Reader (delirium, fever dreams, silly traditions, ass worship, spanking)

Day 16: Zach Wellison x Reader (falling asleep together, recovery, role reversal)

Day 17: Pero Tovar x William (Great Wall) (“Please don’t move!”, dread, knife play, restrained/bondage)

Day 18: Frankie Morales x Reader (uniforms, costumes, doctor’s visit)

Day 19: Max Phillips x Reader (bitten, bleeding, flowers, food play)

Day 20: Marcus Pike x GN!Reader (sequel to Day 3!) (lost & found, secret crush, roleplay, object insertion)

Day 21: Din Djarin x Fennec Shand (bleeding through bandages, blood-matted hair, knuckle kiss, size difference, seduction)

Day 22: Din Djarin x Boba Fett x F!Reader (they made me do it, cursed/demon/obsession, flirting at work, cunnilingus, spit-roasting)

Day 23: Maxwell Lord x Reader (you break it, you buy it, hold me in your arms, lingerie, forced (consensual) orgasm, angry sex)

Day 24: Zach Wellison x Reader (flashback, caught in the rain, praise kink)

Day 25: Max Phillips x F!Reader (cuddling & snuggling, escape/flight/hiding, bite fetish, being recorded during sex, body swap)

Day 26: Elder God!Boba Fett x F!Reader (art of second place) (fallen, new hobby together, sleepy sex, mirror sex)

Day 27: Agent Whiskey x Reader (“I’m cold” “here, have my jacket”, passing out, collapse, clothes swap, daddy kink)

Day 28: Zach Wellison x Reader (nightmare, panic, soothing baths, empathic bonds)

Day 29: Javier Peña x Reader (too weak to move, overworked, up against the wall kiss, creampie, face-sitting)

Day 30: Boba Fett x Din Djarin x Fennec Shand (threesome, suspension, ghosts, fall asleep in my lap)

Day 31: Oberyn Martell x Reader (holiday traditions, disaster zone, stockings)

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