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PEDRO PASCAL as OBERYN MARTELL Game of Thrones - 4.01
“He is only one man. A man with a very high opinion of his own abilities, but one man, nonetheless. He cannot withstand the force of the crown by himself. As I have had to remind him many, many times.”
—Snow snake by Liora_Holmes
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Oberyn was a fuckin amazing character and he didn't deserve to die :"(
"Tis a big and beautiful world. Most of us live and die in the same corner where we were born and never get to see any of it. I don’t want to be most of us."
dancing phantoms on the terrace
pairing: Oberyn Martell x f!reader
word count: 850
tags/warnings: (somewhat) modern!Oberyn, able bodied reader, reader has hair that wind is "whipping through", no use of y/n, alcohol consumption, once again it's all aboard the angst train i'm sorry babes
a/n: written for @studioghibelli's writing challenge, thank you for this gorgeous moodboard! <3 shoutout to @sizzlingcloudmentality for letting me ramble about this <3
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dividers by @saradika-graphics <3
Everything is sparkling. Lights twinkling from the ceiling, reflecting in the glittery material of your dress as it’s swishing around you. In the golden liquid’s tiny bubbles in the high stemmed glass in your hand. On your eyelids and cheekbones, small particles that make your skin glow and shimmer as you dance.
And in his eyes, as they follow your every move. Mesmerized, just like he always is. Filled with regret, just like he always is. Afraid that it’s gonna be the last time he sees you. Just like he fucking always is.
Knowing better than to tell you, knowing better than to elicit that sad smile of yours, to hear the soft, apologetic We can’t, Oberyn one more time.
He sees you in his car, next to him in the passenger seat. The windows down, wind whipping through your hair, sunshine spilling in and illuminating you. Your laughter ringing out around him, the smile growing on his face while you took his hand and kissed each fingertip.
He sees you walking next to him, his arm around you and giggles on your lips, both of you stumbling back to his place after meeting friends at the bar. Dancing around in the dark apartment without music playing, just the both of you, wrapped up in each other, so close and yet never close enough.
He sees you next to him in bed, your cheek resting on his chest, the soft sounds of your breathing, your warmth against his body. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before drifting off to sleep.
The bliss of being this close to you, to be allowed to touch you like this. Before he became this shell of a human, consumed by building his legacy, by the need to get justice for his family and their sacrifices. When he thought that if he worked hard enough, he could quell the sadness and anger that had been festering inside of him. Before he felt you drifting away, before he was too busy to answer your phone calls, before you slammed your door in his face and shut him out.
He still sees you. Watches you, from afar. Watched you getting on with your life, watched you avoiding him when your shared social circle kept you showing up at the same places, watched you laughing with other people, never with him. Watched you get married, with a sting in his chest and a forced smile on his face. It might have been wishful thinking, but he could swear that your smile was forced, too.
He’s watching now, with you so close and yet painfully far away from him, dancing by yourself. Making it so easy to imagine himself right there with you, the way it used to be.
You’re gliding off the dancefloor and towards the huge glass door leading to the balcony, your eyes locking with his just before you slide outside into the night, out of view. Of course you knew he was watching. He’s always watching. You always know.
You don’t turn around when he approaches, looking out over the gardens that are plunged into darkness where the light spilling out of the high windows can’t reach. The music is muffled out here, like he’s stepped into a different reality, where it’s just the both of you. It has always been this way with you.
Goosebumps are rising on the bare skin of your shoulders. He still remembers how you feel. How smooth your skin is, how soft under his touch. How he could never keep his hands off of you when you were still his.
His fingers ghost against yours, skin on skin, until they intertwine almost on their own accord. Your breath hitches.
“It’s a nice party.”
If he tries, he can imagine that everything’s the way it was. That you’re hosting this party together, the happy couple that just needed fresh air for a moment. That it’s not just him, inviting too many people he doesn’t like into his house every weekend. Always in the blind hope that you’ll show up.
“It is,” he agrees. You turn to look at him. His heart aches.
You inhale deeply, squaring your shoulders. He remembers your mannerisms so well. Already knows that you have something to say, something he won’t like.
“I can’t come here any more. It’s not— it hurts too much. I know it hurts you, too.”
He swallows, hard. Tightens his grip on your hand. It hurts to see you, yes, but it would hurt more not to.
“Princess—”
Pain flickers in your eyes at the old pet name.
You lean in closer, your lips meeting his cheek one last time. Just as soft as he remembers. A single tear drips down your face when you let go.
“Goodbye, Oberyn. It’s been very rare to have known you,” you whisper.
Your fingers let go of his. He watches as you step back into the twinkling lights, watches you disappear into the crowd. The loss of his life. You don’t hear his reply, but he knows that you know.
“Very strange and wonderful.”
...hi :) i once again apologize for my actions, i hurt my own feelings with this one ngl. if you want to leave a comment or a reblog, i'd love you forever <3
taking a break with some martells and sand snakes left to right: tyene, nymeria, obara, arianne, sarella(from theory), quentyn, oberyn, doran
I never thought The Martells could be very dark. Elia and Oberyn both have blond, blue-eyed children. That is rare for people of color, and the odds go down the darker the non-white parent gets. I'm sure you could dig up some instances where it happened, but it is certainly not the norm for very dark people to have blond, blue eyed children, and it happened twice in the same family! Either the Martell family has the most un-dominant skin and hair genes EVER, or they aren't that dark at all.
It’s because most of these children are biracial??? A dark-skinned person can perfectly have a very fair-skinned child. If Sarella can be black because her mother is from the Summer Islands, Tyene and some of Elia’s children can perfectly be white-skinned if one of their parents are. Also, you seem to ignore that Rhaenys, Elia’s daughter, favors her mother and is dark-skinned.
In any case, the Martells are described as visibly non-white people in the material and the casting should reflect that, no matter how their children look.
Kinktober Day 3
Monsterfucking
monster!Oberyn Martell x f!Reader
Gif credits @pedrorascal
Summary: Your poison lessons with Oberyn went wrong when he accidentally drank the wrong potion. Warnings: +18, MDNI, monster fucking, unprotected PIV, dubcon, rough sex, dirty talk, possessed!Oberyn, insults Wordcount: 1,1k An: Oh god… this is my first time writing something like this. I have no idea if i even managed to portray the monster fucking well (just kill me ok). Today I just wanted to thank the people who read all my works on an ongoing basis (I see u @amyispxnk) and let you know that, YES, I see all the comments and reblogs, BUT I'm busy gettin ready for vacation, so I don't even have time to go on tumblr. I promise I'll answer everything when I'm at home, under the covers and with a warm cup of tea. So lots of kisses and hugs to the people who comment on my works. I love you xx
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You were prepared for a lot in life, meticulously improved your skills in every field.
History, magic and... potions.
Thanks to your skills, you were given the honor of personal lessons with the Prince of Dorne. In the old, dirty and forgotten basements of the castle, where there were only you, old books and thousands of glass vials filled with deadly substances.
When you look at it from a third-person perspective, it sounded like a guaranteed tragedy. And that's exactly what it was.
After a few hours, tiredness took over your senses, which in the circumstances you were in, was simply unacceptable.
No one in their right mind would continue such dangerous activities, feeling even the slightest dizziness from the lack of fresh air and sun. And yet, you two forgot yourselves, too caught up in your studies and how much fun you were having.
Because, it had to be admitted, there had been unspoken words between you for a long time and you took advantage of every moment together.
This is what led you to the situation you find yourself in.
Tragedy.
Even the two of you, some of the best scholars in the kingdom, couldn't have predicted that someone had mislabeled the vials. Such a small mistake had large and terrible consequences. And you became the only witness who, unfortunately for you, experienced the effects of a potion of unknown origin on your skin.
On your skin, or rather, in you.
“Stay still.” Another loud growl bounced off the walls.
You squeezed your eyes shut, holding back a tearful moan. His body pressed you hard against the table as he tried to push deeper into you. Your body, however, was not used to such sudden and hard penetration.
You were shaking, trying to get used to the size of his cock, which had plunged into you just as unexpectedly as this whole situation had started.
You couldn't even fully process what was happening. His eyes went black in a split second, casting a terrifying darkness within him. A darkness that turned him into a mindless beast that longed to sink its teeth into the closest living creature - you.
“Why do you have to be so tight,” he gasped against your ear and thrust his hips hard again, pushing deeper into you. “I want all of you.”
Your pussy was throbbing with pain and wild pleasure you had never known before. And even though the prince wasn't himself right now, this was what you had dreamed of since the day you met him; for him to sink into you and make you forget about everything.
You moaned loudly, gripping the edges of the table tighter as it creaked with every movement. Your eyes misted over each time his tip dug into your cervix.
“Oberyn, please,” you sobbed.
You received a raspy laugh in response that didn’t sound like him at all.
“Pathetic little girl, you really think your prince is with us now?”
You shivered at the sound of his voice, strangely distant and deep.
He dug his fingers deeper into your hips, finally pushing himself all the way inside you. An animalistic groan escaped his throat as he could feel how wet and tight you were all over his cock, clenching around him over and over again.
You barely had time to catch your breath as his hot breath fanned your neck and another dark laugh reached your ears.
“So what are you?”
Your question hung unanswered as he busied himself with inhaling your scent and licking your skin. You were overwhelmed by the closeness he was taking over you, everywhere, on every side. There was only him.
“I am everything he wants to be.”
He slowly pulled his hips back, allowing you to feel every inch of his manhood. You shivered, desire to have him inside of you again overwhelm your senses.
He didn't let your dreams wait long to come true.
He thrust into you, the force making both of you shudder. The feeling of bliss was so great that it took over him almost immediately as his hips slammed against yours.
Without thinking, he began to fuck you. Hard. Not allowing you to think. All you could focus on was how the pleasure and pain mingled into an addictive feeling that was building in your core.
“Do you know how long he’s wanted to feel your cunt?” he asked, breathing heavily from the pace he set for himself. “Gods, how could he hold back for so long?”
He shook his head in disbelief, a wild glint passing through his black eyes as he stared at your pathetic form, moaning in adoration. He thrust into you harder, making you cry out. A pleased smirk appeared on his face before he leaned in close to you again.
“I’ve had you for a few minutes and already want to keep you.” His breath fanned your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Forever sinking into your wet, warm flesh,” he purred.
“Yes, please,” you gasped, overwhelmed by how good it felt to have him inside you, against you, on you. He was pleased with how drunk you were.
“Give me your orgasm, little mortal.”
His cock stimulated everything it needed, to bring you closer to your desired fulfillment. You had no idea if it was because of the demon that had taken control of him, or the fact that it was in his body and you could finally feel what it was like to have him inside you.
Oberyn thrust into you recklessly, as if that was all he was made for. Your increasingly loud moans only fueled him. He wanted more. More of you, your heavenly core, and your animalistic sounds.
“Show me what pleasure I give you,” he whispered, running his nose along your neck, where he sank his teeth a moment later.
He did it so hard, that the piercing pain went straight between your legs, and the orgasm shook your body. You screamed in euphoria, pulsating on him so hard that he had to pull out of you so he wouldn't come.
“I love the orgasms of sluts like you,” he laughed mockingly, and when he let you experience your fulfillment, he thrust into you again.
You sobbed, overwhelmed by the intense feelings you had just experienced. The shadow of your coming still wandered over your body when he started fucking you again.
“Oh yes, even wetter and more sensitive,” he said with satisfaction as he listened to your helpless moans. “Don't worry, we're just gettin’ started.”
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PEDRO PASCAL as OBERYN MARTELL in GAME OF THRONES
Oberyn Martell and the eldest three Sand Snakes. Quick sketch on my phone
the pretty boy aesthetic
oberyn was ever the viper. deadly, dangerous, unpredictable. no man dared tread on him.
prints + merch
“why, if the gods were cruel, they would have made me my mother’s firstborn, and doran her third.”
Oberyn Martell as a dorky white man
Pedro Pascal on The Good Wife
idk what this man drinks but I'm thankful for it...
just found out this pic exists and I think I fell in love more w this man, if that's even possible 💔
