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ur back was pressed to ur boyfriend’s chest while his other self sat awkwardly between ur spread legs. stars in his eyes as he bit the inside of his cheek. it was embarrassing.. the two fully clothed as u sat naked on display.
his face flushed and his hands trembling slightly as he stared at ur weeping pussy. "hey, no need to be shy. they’re our angel afterall, huh?" ur boyfriend practically grinned as one of his hands kneaded at ur tits and the other kept ur legs wide open.
the version of him infront of u audibly gulped before moving closer and moving a finger on ur clit. "fuck- dex," you whined, head leaning back against ur boyfriend’s broad chest. hips bucking forward. "okay- yeah." before u felt two fingers slide into you — curling upwards and perfectly hitting that spot inside of you.
"you’re so perfect…" he whined as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you, the bulge in his pants more evident now as his gaze darted all over ur body. "i—" pausing as he locked gazes with your boyfriend, before it seemed like they were silently communicating.
the fbi agent kept his fingers inside of you before moving to his belt, undoing it less elegantly than ur boyfriend would. he finally managed to get his bottom layers off— his tip already leaking, as he sighed shakily, moving closer as he too kept ur legs spread. pressing the tip against ur entrance— he wasn’t as skilled… but it still felt so good…
"see, now you’re getting the hang of it. soon you’ll know all my tricks." ur boyfriend grinned.
this was gonna be a longggg night… not that u were complaining.
fbi!dex who’d never been in a proper relationship before you. he struggled with comforting u, and wasn’t really good with emotions as a whole and often felt awkward whenever he caught that u were upset. usually giving u “i’m sorry, that must be really hard.” and letting you cling onto him.
before u two began dating he had a habit of stalking ur socials, and later on that still stuck. he caught wind of u reposting a few things related to getting fucked to soothe ur feelings. so it clicked to dex that was how he could comfort u from now on!
it began after someone had been an asshole too u at work and u just wanted help — surprised when dex began to slide ur shorts down slowly with mumbled comforts and slipping his fingers into u clumsily.
from then on: rough day? he’ll bend u over the nearest surface. upset over a small problem? he’ll eat you out.
u and dex had gotten into a small disagreement— dex unable to handle you ignoring him so he practically stormed over to you and shoved ur leggings down with shaky hands, bending you over ur bed as he dealt with his own clothes before shakily spreading ur legs and sliding into u with perfect precision. "you’re okay— it’s okay. i’m sorry. don’t leave me. y— you’re okay, right?" as u were now, crying from pleasure.
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This is just an idea. I don't rule out the possibility that it could turn into a proper story.
Lyonel Baratheon falls in love with a novice Septa!Reader would include:
The first time Lyonel got his eyes on you was when you left his cousin’s carriage at Storm’s End Castle. He agreed to host Lady Baratheon in anticipation of her wedding and accepted responsibility for her preparations.
He couldn’t imagine there would have been a fresh Septa alongside an older, wiser one. The Elder Septa had the responsibility of preparing the bride to her new life as wife and mother but she also had the role of teacher for you; your first field assignment.
You were a fresh flower never picked, a pure beauty behind the light uniform. He immediately fell for you. No matter your holy condition, his mind started to work assiduously to find a way to make you break your vows to be his.
Lyonel Baratheon was already sinning with lust before he could put a finger on you, but if you were his new whim at first, you turned into a real love in a short time.
Aware that the usual courtship wouldn’t work with you, he started to “create situations” to tempt you or at least have to stay in your company as long as possible.
He sat in a corner of the room, carefully observing you while you assisted the old Septa in teaching his cousin the conjugal rules and catching your gaze when the private affairs discussion came up. His blood boiled at catching you blushing shyly at the detailed description of the intimate encounter.
Or again, taking a walk in the gardens on purpose to hear you reading out loud to his cousin. He didn’t care if you were reading religious stuff; the melody that came from your sweet lips was enough for him to spend a good night. If you know what I mean.
Of course, Lyonel volunteered to be the dance partner for his cousin, and since dancing wasn’t a Septa teaching, he persuaded you to dance with him too, taking advantage of the fact that the old woman wasn’t in the room.
It was the first physical contact with him, and he almost lost control of himself, having you so close to him. His cousin interrupted a very risky moment because he was about to kiss you, forgetting everything else.
When the old Septa found out about your frivolous behaviour, she was about to punish you, but Lyonel took your defence and somehow convinced her to leave you alone.
He left you little gifts everywhere you could find them, secretly spoiling you and starting to lead you down the sinful path. The vow to own nothing material had already been broken.
When Lyonel realised it was a serious thing, he stopped being a joker and started to think of a way to have you around permanently, but first of all, he wanted to know if you wanted to stay around.
Visits to the temple have never been as many as since your arrival. Lyonel got used to sitting somewhere, a cup of wine in his hands, eyes up to the ceiling, only to hear you singing for the Seven. That was probably one of the rare times he prayed the Gods so intensely, asking them to renounce you in his favour.
As the wedding day approached, Lyonel became even more restless, knowing you would have left at his cousin’s side. He needed to ask you if you wanted to stay and, eventually, do something bold to convince you to stay with him, but he would never force you against your will.
What a surprise for him when you confessed your heart wasn’t for the Seven only, and that you prayed every day to be strong enough to talk with the old Septa about your feelings for him.
When Lyonel’s cousin left Storm’s End with her new husband, there was only one Septa at her side.
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Asking him to pass you a teabag and instead of taking those few extra steps he just throws it in your mug for you.
Forgetting to turn off the lights before going to bed and instead of letting you get up he just balls up a sock and throws it at the light switch. The clothes hamper now sits nicely under the light so he’s not overwhelmed by clothes on the ground when it inevitably happens again.
He never misses your mouth when he kisses you. Always right on the money!
You’re having a bad day, walking down the street. Maybe something happened at work. The pocket of your jacket suddenly feels heavier than just a few seconds prior. You put your hand in your pocket only to pull out your favourite candy. You look around, even up at fire escapes and windows. You don’t know where he is but he’s definitely around!
In summer, you make it your mission to get him to toss your sunglasses onto your face. Tipping your chin up as you dig into your beach bag for sunscreen, asking so sweetly if he could put your sunglasses on.
He does it, of course, and gets all that more smitten as you beam towards him. The frames sitting proudly on the end of your nose.
accidentally(?) torturing dex while making out bc you’re sat in his lap, grinding down on him through both your layers of clothes. and you’re clearly content with a slow, sloppy make out session while dry humping him, but after 15 minutes all he starts begging for you to stop teasing and just let him have you bc if not he’s gonna cream his pants
HEHEEE and like- what if he did cream his pants? you being so drunk on the idea of dex getting worked up from just making out, continuing to grind yourself on top of him and kiss him until he's grunting desperately into your mouth, snarling at you, his voice going gravel deep when he begs "please, inside baby-", grabbing at your hips fiercely, rudely, trying to get you to slow down or move up but failing miserably because its already too late, laughing into his slacked mouth when he shudders all over and you can feel the warmness pooling inside his black pants 🫣
I am here to beg you (kindly, nicely and with a pretty bow on top) for some somno kink maekar and reader + morning sex? 👉👈 established consent ofc!!! Like him waking up with reader’s mouth on him 🙈
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Maekar x Wife!Reader drabble
Note: Modern era moodboard, but I'm vague enough that this could be in canon era. Also, I threw my self-imposed word limit to the wind for this one.
You woke when a plinth of light fell across your eyes. Squinting against the sunshine, you stretched slowly, your limbs protesting as they remembered the previous day’s exertions.
A healthy flush stained your cheeks and your gaze fell to the side, where your husband was still fast asleep. His silver hair was tousled – the work of your own hands a few hours ago – and scratches and bruises lingered on his skin. Some of them yours, some his rowdy children, some his training’s.
Sometime during the night, he had wrestled himself from beneath the covers. Maekar always ran hot. As such, his nude form was laid bare as he rested on his back, arms tucked to the side. He sleeps like a dead man on his pyre, you thought. Quiet, breathy snores and the slow rise and fall of his broad chest assured you of the fact that he was very much alive.
Your eyes fell lower. You felt like some kind of cretin – leering at Maekar’s manhood as he slept, unaware. He was not even hard. His cock rested against his thigh, still impressive in size, despite being soft.
When aroused, it sometimes looked angry, aggressive. Like this, there was something vulnerable to it – something you found irresistible.
You began ghosting your fingertips over your husband’s happy trail, following the blonde hairs like a map.
An exhale. You glanced at Maekar’s face sharply, but it remained slack, his frown lines smoothed out. He looked so peaceful like this, so handsome. Unburdened.
Your fingers continued their descent, and reached the thatch of hair at his base. You ran your digits through it lovingly, knowing how good it felt rubbing against you when you fucked each other.
Beneath your hand, his cock jumped. Once, twice. Alarmed, you watched for other signs that Maekar was waking up, but nothing else about him changed. Not his breathing, nor the looseness of his body that was never present while he was conscious.
You knew that your husband would gladly entertain you should he wake, but you found that you did not want him to. The fragility of him as he slept was what you desired, what made your insides throb with need.
Your mouth flooded with saliva, and you swallowed, torturously aware of the rush of wetness between your thighs as you imagined your sleeping husband’s still mostly soft cock between your lips, the velvety texture of his skin, the give of his flesh before blood engorged his shaft.
Maekar liked waking you by burying his head between your legs – and the only reason you had never done the same to him was that he was usually up and about when you were still bleary with sleep.
You leaned down and retraced your path with your lips, ephemeral kisses placed upon his pale skin. You quickly reached his length.
Briefly, you simply nuzzled against it, relishing the soft texture brushing your cheek, your chin tapping against his sack.
You did not tease yourself for long, drawing his rapidly thickening cock into your mouth, tongue running over his veiny, sensitive underside.
Salt and bitter musk exploded on your senses, as well as a faint tang that you realised was what remained of your own juices. A stuttered breath later, you licked at his mushroom-shaped head, pointing the wet muscle of your tongue and flicking it along his weeping slit.
Your cheeks hollowed as he slowly but surely filled out in the snug cavern of your mouth, your jaw working to accommodate his generous girth.
Eager to feel more of him, you bobbed your head, engulfing more of him, only stopping when his length threatened to choke you. Spit dribbled past your lips, down your chin and onto his twitching flesh as you kept your head right at that edge, your nose almost nestled against his groin. You held yourself there for a few heartbeats longer, then began exploring him further.
Like a woman possessed you kissed along his erection, licking and sucking on his ruddy head, lavishing it with attention as though he was the sweetest treat you had ever tasted.
Eyes flickering up at his serene face, you shoved a hand between your legs, sliding easily through your own arousal as you began grinding on the heel of your palm.
Slick sounds echoed lewdly through the silence of your bedroom, and you moaned softly around Maekar’s rigid shaft, his hips instinctively rocking back into your mouth whenever you withdrew to breathe.
A burst of flavour made you grin. Maekar’s cock was leaking across your tongue, his flesh hot and throbbing as you sucked harder. Your free hand pressed lightly on his hip to still him and give you control over the depth as your own hips rolled in time with the motion of your head in Maekar's lap.
By now, his breathing had started coming in quicker, along with your own, and you could not say that you were truly surprised when your husband’s large hand clumsily but firmly settled atop your crown, long fingers threading through your hair. A guiding, familiar weight – a gesture so possessive and comforting that a whine rose inside of you.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he mumbled drowsily, his baritone voice rumbling, rough with sleep, “you’re so good to me.”
He groaned, dislodging your loose grip on his hip effortlessly – probably entirely ignorant of the fact it had even been there, in the haze of his lust – and thrusting into you with abandon. Once, twice, three times. You whimpered, spluttering, fighting to stay relaxed as he tensed with a shudder, buried to the hilt.
Maekar came with a grunt, thick spurts of salty cum flooding your mouth, shooting down your throat as you desperately swallowed around his pulsating cock, trying to keep it all inside. A moment later, you fell apart on your own fingers, the muscles of your cunt fluttering and clenching around nothing.
You kept your mouth around him until you were sure he was completely spent, then you withdrew slowly, licking your lips to catch a stray droplet trying to make an escape.
“Seven Hells, woman, you’re insatiable. Did I not tire you out enough last night?” he groused, though his hand began cupping your cheek as you rested it against his belly, staring up at him with a lethargic smile. You hummed.
“You’re just too handsome,” you said hoarsely, blinking slowly and growing tired again in the aftermath of your own orgasm. “Like having you in my mouth.”
need to lick and sniff maekar targaryen all over. press my face into his belly and just stay there forever. bite his happy trail and lick it clean after. nuzzle his crotch like a cat and
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mating press is heavy on my mind today like not even being able to squirm underneath him because he’s literally shoving you through the mattress with his entire weight. him not even thrusting but letting his heavy cock sit all the way deep inside you as he presses kisses all over your face and reassures you that it’s okay and that he’ll take it slow. and you tear up a little because it hurts just the tiniest bit in this position but then he’s whispering how good you are for him while caging you tight in his arms and
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