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due to dex’s ocd, he insists on showering together. more specifically, he insists on washing you.

It doesn’t matter if it’s getting into a bath together to leather your hair, scrub your back and make sure the water hits every spot on your body or just sitting on the edge of the bath, having just came back from work because he told you to hold off until he’s there.

also, it’s another delicious opportunity to have you completely bare under his touch.

his chest pressing against your back as one hand parts your thighs and the other snakes around your waist and in between them. his rough fingers moving over your clit and sinking themselves into you. Your head lolls against his neck as he begins to message your g-spot. “making ‘er feel good, huh?” his chuckles in response to your cunt squeezing around his thick, rough fingers.

your nails bite down into his forearm - the one holding back your thigh from closing onto his other hand as you inch closer to coming on it. it leaves a few bloody crescent by the time you come down of the high, but dex doesn’t mind. to him, it’s another way of carrying you with him.

after giving you time to collect your senses, he picks you up from the bath to stand under the shower-head. “need to clean my girl properly,” he whispers into your flushed ear. so, he makes sure to clean under your bloodied nails and the sticky fluid running down your thighs with the focus of a man on a mission.

The voices of AKOTSK;

Aerion “Brightflame” Targaryen; although he’s impatient, he takes his time when speaking—especially when he’s bullying and (maybe) bantering with someone. It feels drawn out, like a slow death, with the intensity of someone who wants to catch the exact moment the light leaves your eyes. He’s highly formal, and he understands that formality is a symbol of status, so he weaponizes it. He uses irony and the discomfort of polite language when everyone knows he’s anything but polite. I get this in the way he tells Ser Duncan, “I fear not,” when Duncan only had six fighters. It’s mockery—coming from someone who fully expects to win. So his voice is formal mockery: irony, snobbery, and superiority. His delivery isn’t always slow so much as deliberate and performative—he chooses when to stretch a moment for effect. Even when he’s upset, he maintains that formality. When he’s truly angry, though, he drops parts of it and becomes more blunt and even erratic, letting the cruelty come through more directly.

Ser Duncan; he isn’t as educated, so he’s more blunt—not harsh, but he doesn’t need vocabulary to navigate the delicate social dance of politics or high society. His life couldn’t have been any less delicate. His bluntness comes from honesty—he says what he means and means what he says. That can make him awkward, but never malicious. He uses a lot of contractions like “don’t” and “s’not,” leaning into informal speech (not exaggerated like “y’know,” but more grounded, like “yer know”). His speech feels thickened and gruff. He’s also very insecure, so stammering and hesitation are common—especially when he’s trying to sound more proper around nobles and second-guessing himself as he speaks.

Daeron the drunken; he doesn’t care much for formality. He doesn’t weaponize it like Aerion does, but it’s still ingrained in his vocabulary. He’s witty, though in a dry, almost effortless way—as if it slips out rather than being performed, because he doesn’t put much energy into it. He’s too busy drinking. When drunk, his cadence and wording become more slurred, but it also lowers his filter, letting more uncomfortable or honest thoughts surface. He can be self-deprecating, sarcastic, and bittersweet, especially when speaking about his dreams or his family, with an underlying sense of resignation. He’s often grumpy when hungover—which may as well be all the time—but he’s usually drinking anyway.

Maekar “The Anvil” Targaryen; he doesn’t need a hangover to be grumpy—he lives in a constant state of disappointment, paired with overprotective instincts toward his children. He’s a serious man who takes his duty and the boundaries between royalty and the smallfolk seriously. He’s genuinely competent and well-suited for princely responsibilities. He isn’t classist and cruel like Aerion, but that same rigid sense of order can make him come across as arrogant. While he can slip into informality or harshness, especially when frustrated, his speech is usually more controlled and structured than that suggests—his temper shows more in tone than in careless wording. Being the spare may have led to some acting out or rebellion in his youth—something he never fully shook, even as he grew into an honorable man. He can also be quite snarky, though it’s often dry and edged rather than loose or playful. He’s no-nonsensical.

Baelor “The hammer” Targaryen; he is firm—not cold, but firm. There’s a calmness to his wisdom. He speaks with the level of formality expected of an heir, but never weaponizes it. He treats his knowledge and education as a responsibility, something to be used for justice and applied fairly. Because of his experience in combat and war, he’s strategic and careful with his wording, especially when assessing people or situations (like in his first meeting with Duncan). He doesn’t rely on brute force or jump to conclusions—he prioritizes gathering information and giving others the benefit of the doubt. When he speaks, there’s a sense that he has already considered the matter fully, which gives his words a quiet authority; he can be intimidating, but through clarity and certainty rather than aggression. (Reading this back literally made my heart race…I think I made myself fall in love him).