evil vizier or conniving eunuch here, my liege… *pulls out scroll from my long evil sleeve* let’s see here… imagine… EHEHEH HOH- imagine slapping your husband (Maekar, Baelor or Lyonel) on the rear…
Ask and ye shall be answered.
Imagine slapping the AKOTSK dilfs on the ass...
The Fellas - Baelor, Maekar, and Lyonel !!
Content - Smut / Old ass men
Baelor -
He was just stood by his desk when the urge hit you, connecting with his ass the sound of the smack echoed around the room. There was no other sound, apart from a faint chuckle from Baelor. 'Now why would you do that?' You could hear the lull of desire through the smooth tones of his voice, of course Baelor knew why you did that. Play innocent, he'll like that. The distance between you is soon closed 'Well I'm glad you think so highly of my figure' He was holding your hand between his, tenderly planting kisses, though his eyes staring toward you betrayed his true intentions.
Baelor would not slap you back for this, but he wouldn't not return your gesture. Pulling you in front of him, his hand wonders down your body until they reach your ass, squeezing and groping whilst his other hand holds you firmly against him. 'Now, what are we going to do about this?'
Maekar -
You'd dropped the book you were holding, like a true gentleman, Maekar had bent down to pick it up for you. He just looked so muscly and thick like this - the temptation was irresistible. Smacking him, he bolts upright, turning to shoot you the scowl you'd grown so used to. Should you chuckle at his face, he'll raise an eyebrow at you, entirely stunned by your behaviour. You can tell he's biting his tongue on what he really wants to say, but he manages to control himself 'I suppose, it's only fair if I get to spank you in return.'
He's upon you before you can react, placing bites to your neck in between whispering about how naughty you've been smacking him like that. Maekar finds the nearest thing to bend you over, lining himself up to place one firm smack to your ass 'Don't for one second think this is the last one you're getting tonight.'
Lyonel -
The tourney had finished for the day, Lyonel had undressed down to his gambeson and trousers, hair slick with sweat from the day - he looked delicious, irresistible even. As soon as he turned round, you placed a hard smack to his rear. Lyonel pauses in tracks immediately, slowly spinning to face you, laughing 'oh? is that how it's going to be tonight then?' He's trying to get you back immediately, wrestling with you to get you spun and pulled into his crotch. 'Why fight, you know I'll win and you know you want it' But why give him the satisfaction, struggling for a few more seconds before he has you face down on the bed.
Lyonel gets you back, laughing and revelling in the sound that his smack draws from you. His hands are under your skirts already, caressing the spot he hit, reading you for when he decides to plant a smack their again.
Hello I love your writing pookie! How bout… Young stepmom wife playfully accusing the AKOTSK dilfs of making dad noises *cue Maekar groaning as he sat on that chair in Ashford
Pookie I love your beautiful mind. Need you whispering in my ear evil vizier style
Imagine the AKOTSK Dilfs being teased for making dad noises -
The Fellas - Baelor and Maekar
Contents - Fluff / Implied smut
a/n - God I love writing for these two
Baelor -
Your husband tired easily these days, the mornings training was always enough of an effort to send him for a nap afterwards. Baelor would sit in his armchair, refusing to go lay down as he's apparently 'never needed to sleep after training' Unless you asked to cuddle with him of course. If he didn't lie down, Baelor fell asleep in his chair, every single time without fail. Snoring away, he'd jolt awake if he heard your footsteps, trying and failing to hide his sleepiness. He felt a little self-conscious about his age with you around, Baelor innately desired to give you the best version of himself.
Teasing him about the dad noises, the snoring, groaning, the ridiculously loud sneezes - Baelor laughs along with you. 'Well, you chose to marry an ailing father, my love' He finds a sense of relief in how unbothered you are, though Baelor does remain envious of how easily you sit down to play with Valarr and Matarys. Your teasing will always be met with a laugh and joking response, perhaps the occasional question of 'do you like hearing me groan like that? You only have to ask you know, darling.'
Other Baelor HC's -
Will fall asleep whilst you read to the boys, Valarr and Matarys will use the opportunity to scare Baelor as best they can. Jumping around their father until he snatches them to wrestle, the sounds of laughter echoing around the halls.
Profusely sorry for letting out loud sneezes, planting kisses to your head and whispering his apologies.
After Baelor makes his love to you, he'll always wait for you to drift off first, not wanting you to have to listen to his snores.
He might groan as he gets down from his horse, but he's never going to let you get down unassisted, holding you by your waist as he lifts you to the floor. It's a little bit of a flex for him, he just wants you to see he's capable.
Maekar -
Your husband can no longer sit nor stand without letting out a comic groan, you cannot begin to imagine that sitting hurts as much as the noise Maekar lets out would suggest. He groans at just about everything these days, words or movement. Watching him over the past few years, you've seen the realities of a battle-scarred body take its toll on Maekar. He's stiff in the mornings, he takes twenty minutes or so to roll out of bed, cursing and groaning as he firmly pulls you onto his broad chest to keep warm. Teasing him about the noises he makes gets you a 'what the fuck do you mean "dad" noises?' Further laughing at his stern little face would only provoke Maekar 'I know what noises I can get out of you, keep it up and I'll be a father again'
He was bothered by your teasing, though he'd never admit to it. He begun to notice what you meant, how noises, curses, and groans were escaping from him. On some level, Maekar would always be confused as to why you wanted him, and his remarks on how 'you're such a pretty little thing' would let you know that he was feeling conscious about his age and appearance. Maekar would lap up your reassurances that you loved his 'dad noises' Particularly if you told him that his groaning always turned you on a little, that would always be enough to calm his mind.
Other Maekar HC's -
He's never going to stop picking up his babies to hold them, even when his back is killing him. You are absolutely considered in that list, throwing you over his shoulder is one of Maekar's true joys.
Whilst his stiffness is a curse, Maekar finds nothing cuter than how you act all surprised when he pulls you over to him for a cuddle.
He's quite honestly willing to do literally anything to prove that he's a strong man and a virile lover to you. Think of what you want and he'll do it. Calling him an old man will always get the same response, don't do it unless you're free for the next hour.
Whilst he will continue to insist that he's unbothered by your 'dad noises' teasing, he will move his training around so you had the opportunity to watch.
How about when and why they would 'princess lift and twirl' their bethrothed/wife. Like maybe when she tells them shes with child or maybe after having travelled to visit family. Entirely up to you!
'Put me down!’ - Akotsk Men
When, where and why do they lift you in their arms?
The fellas - Dunk, Lyonel, Baelor, Valarr, Maekar, Daeron, Aerion, and Raymun !
Content - Fluff / Pregnancy discussed in Valarr's one
a/n - Inbox is open ! Also I need Atotsk mutuals to talk about this show with fr
Dunk -
You were out without the horses, walking into town for supplies. Just you and Dunk, hand in hand, enjoying the views and each others company. You noticed that the woods were beginning to thin, but you continued to walk until Dunk snapped 'oh shit a stream, well, I suppose its more of a river' It was certainly a river, waist height for Dunk, but a no go for you. He turned to look at you, you could see the cheeks of your hedge knight were blushing 'I'll carry you across for a kiss?' He scoops you up like you're a paperweight - adjusting you in his arms before leaning in to ask 'are you comfy?' Dunk will power through the water, lifting you as high as needed, deftly placing you down on the opposite bank. He was soaked to the bone, dripping wet from his waist to his boots, Dunk was laughing about it though. 'That deserves two kisses, don't you think?'
Lyonel -
It had been a painfully long journey from your family hall to Storms End, you felt oh so ready to lay down and not move. You were excited to see Lyonel too, though probably not as excited as he was to see you. Peaking through the doors of his study you could see him in conversation with some local nobility, so you backed away as quietly as possible. It had not worked, you heard the familiar thud of Lyonel walking straight over his desk, the study doors flung open as he sprinted up to you. You were in his arms in an instant, Lyonel was covering you in kisses 'where the fuck were you going? I've missed you.' He walks you to your chambers, settling onto the bed with you in his lap, you weren't going to be moving for a while yet.
Baelor -
Nothing could stop Baelor taking you on your daily walk, rain or shine, he'll remind you how much it keeps you both calm as he offers his arm. A sunny one today, though it had rained the night before - Baelor was pointing out to you how fresh the gardens looked with the morning dew coating them, your arm warmly wrapped around his. 'You know, you really should pay attention to what shoes you wear, my love.' Baelor was right, you hadn't thought about what the nights rains would do to the path. He saw you trying to dodge puddles, pulling your skirts up and tiptoeing around the edge of the bath, Baelor gave you his warm smirk before placing a firm hand to your back. He had you in his arms before you could react, smiling down at you as he enjoyed your shocked reaction. 'You look adorable like this. Now, shall I get you back with no mud on your skirts?'
Valarr -
You were certain, you were so certain this time. You'd missed your courses for two months now, and the sickness had arrived. After all this time, you were pregnant at long last. It was impossible to contain the joy, you needed to tell Valarr as soon as you found him. You caught him in the training yard, still in his armour from the morning session. He approached you with a smile, as always. You led your husband to a quiet corner, and leaned into his ear to tell him the news. Valarr's face lit up, the cocktail of happiness, pride, and relief radiating from him was overwhelming. He swept you up into his arms, twirling you round until you were both laughing, your skirts flowing around you. Valarr kept holding you, placing a tender kiss to your forehead before declaring 'I think this is the most wonderful news I'll ever hear, you look so beautiful right now.'
Maekar -
What a fucking day, the children had been a nightmare, Summerhall's guests a pain, at last you had dinner in the hall, alone. Interrupted by a knock, the door opened before you could answer, Maekar was walking up to your chair. He placed his hands on your shoulders, leaning down to you 'I'm guessing from the children's silence, that it's been a tiring day?' You could only give him a nod in response, but Maekar knew, he always did. Pulling your chair out from the table, he placed your hands together and wrapped them around his neck, stealing a few kisses before he swept you up in his arms. Reaching back down to place your bowl of supper in your hands. His thick arms felt safe, Maekar carried you all the way down the hall to his chambers, settling on an armchair by the fire. The companiable silence was divine, he was stroking your hair whilst you ate 'I think you're the most precious thing alive.'
Daeron -
The feelings surrounding you were inescapable, you'd tried to suppress and contain the way you felt for Daeron, but you could do it no longer. In the evening, you caught him in the hall, determined to declare your love. Daeron looked stunned, you truly couldn't read from his face whether he was appalled or enthralled by your admission to him, panic had begun to set in. You begun to back peddle, telling him how it didn't matter, not to worry about anything, and apologising. Daeron quashed it all though, he threw you into his arms with a beaming smile on his face 'I love you too, I adore you.' He spun with you, smothering your cheeks and your neck with kisses, burying his face into your neck you could feel Daeron smiling.
Aerion -
What a rude bastard this Lord was, openly and brazenly insulting your Prince, and cowering away from your questioning. You were about to lay into him further before you felt a familiar hand grace the small of your back, Aerion. He wasn't staring at this Lord, his eyes were firmly fixed on yours. His hand ran lower and lower until he could scoop you in his arms, walking straight out of the hall with you firmly held in place. You thought that you'd perhaps embarrassed Aerion tremendously insulting that Lord in front of everyone like that, but he answered you before you could question him about it 'I love it when you do that, but he shouldn't get to speak to you.' Aerion settled in his chambers with you, kissing your neck and staring deeply into your eyes 'you're all mine, princess.'
Raymun -
Walking in the orchard with Raymun was always gorgeous, but this time of year was the best, mid-September just as the harvest was beginning. Everything was so green, so lush, you were picking off an apple for yourself when you heard him 'Excuse me, sweetheart, I have a question for you?' Surprised, you turned around to him, Raymun was on one knee before you - a ring extended in his hand toward you. 'I never want you to leave, I want to be with you everyday. Please, will you marry me?' He was so, so nervous, you could hear it in the quivering of his voice. Giving Raymun an enthusiastic yes and moving to hold him, he beats you too it, he has the ring on your finger and you in his arms in an instant. Raymun smothers you in kisses, spinning you round to watch your smile grow. He sat with you in the shade of the apple trees, taking in the beauty of his partner.
the akotsk men with a bethrothed/wife who does this. Its so cute. I know Dunk melts 100% and Lyonel might start subconciously copying her little habit but im not sure about Maekar and the others
So far have loved all your responses to my requests!!!
Dude that's so cute!
'What are you doing?' - Akotsk Men
How do they react to you jumping for joy when you're excited?
The fellas - Dunk, Lyonel, Baelor, Valarr, Maekar, Daeron, Aerion, and Raymun !
Content - Just fluff !
a/n - I am really not proud of this, and hopefully will have time to write in more detail and just generally better next week, inbox still v much open !
Dunk -
Dunk is a big emotionally awkward cutie, seeing you do a happy jump would melt him into a puddle every single time. The ease with which you can express yourself honestly overwhelms Dunk - he thinks you are the cutest thing that has ever existed. He may give you a little jump in return on some occasions, but mostly he will choose to throw you into his arms and spin you round. It's the way you giggle, and the way that he can see you brace yourself in practiced anticipation of him throwing you around. Dunk could never be embarrassed by you and your habits, he's far too preoccupied worrying about himself.
Lyonel -
Lyonel will copy you, 1000%. He'll deny it first, when you see him rocking back and forth having just heard about an upcoming tourney that he could attend. Lyonel knows he's fucked when he catches himself bouncing on his toes during a land negotiation - he was just happy the dam thing is over. But its watching you do it, excitedly telling him about your day, that really makes him bounce with you, Lyonel just adored how sweet you were. If he had one objective in life, it was to keep you happy enough that you never stopped jumping.
Baelor -
Baelor found it unbelievably endearing, but he wouldn't be one to copy you. Your little habit made Baelor save good news for when he could tell you in private, and get to soak up your precious reaction. When he's in a good mood himself, he'll hold your hands or your hips as you bounce, maybe even rocking his head side to side in time with you. Your happy jumps made Baelor want to hold you in his arms and keep you there, just you and him. That being said, Baelor would never restrict your expressions, regardless of whatever situation you were in - he loved all of you and couldn't care less what others thought.
Valarr -
Of all of these boys, Valarr would perhaps be the most enamoured by your habits. Each time you gave him a happy jump at some news, all he could think was that he was making you happy - and he loved it. His absolute favourite though was when he could see you from the tourney field. Brutally downing a man in the melee before turning to look at you, jumping for joy at his success from the stands above. When he finds you afterwards Valarr cannot contain himself, the way you stim and fiddle when you're happy, and happy at his success too, is the cutest thing in the world to him. Valarr is always going to encourage you to express yourself, and might pick up on your habits himself.
Maekar -
Maekar is utterly perplexed by your habit, he can't understand how in the hells someone could be so happy that they jump up and down. He would call it 'utterly ridiculous' if you asked. Doesn't mean he doesn't love it though. No, he won't be copying you, no, he isn't particularly affectionate if you do it in public. But, in private Maekar will smile down at you, eyes full of adoration for who he thought was the cutest person in Westeros. Despite his slight discomfort in public, Gods help the man who make a snide remark about your happiness. Maekar would love to catch you mid-air, holding you in his arms and letting himself chuckle at how it managed to catch you by surprise each time without fail.
Daeron -
To begin with Daeron would possibly find your habit a little silly, though not in a malicious way. It's more confusion than anything, Daeron could never understand how someone could genuinely be happy enough to jump for joy. Though, over time he would grow to love it more and more. Daeron genuinely believes that your happy jumps could raise him from the dead. Your expressions of joy are perfect, the ease with which you get excited will never fail to cheer him up. Daeron does not care where you are nor what company you are in - nothing would ever stop you from being so impossibly cute.
Aerion -
Aerion's a mixed bag, whilst he definitely finds it endearing how visibly you display your happiness, there would definitely be times when he thinks coolness is important. Aerion would never want to dull your personality, but if the occasion called for it he would hold his hands on your shoulders to stop you bouncing too violently - choosing to place a kiss to your forehead and take your hand instead. He encourages you to squeeze him, squeeze his hand as much as you want, Aerion will always squeeze the same rhythm back at you.
Raymun -
Raymun definitely finds it adorable, and will absolutely be copying your habit in private. What he loves most about your happy jump is how you'll do it for good news that isn't even yours - he's telling you about how wonderful the harvest had been and then he notices. You're jumping, you're happy, and you're happy for him. He'll give a little bounce in return to you, before snatching you in his arms to smother you in kisses.
The fellas - Dunk, Lyonel, Baelor, Valarr, Maekar, Daeron, Aerion, and Raymun !
Content - MDNI 18+ / Smut / Rough sex / Various Kinks / Pathetic Men
a/n - Hit me up with any freaky requests, I'm getting back into the swing of writing next week lmao
Dunk -
Biiigggg anxious Dunk always has a preference for cowgirl, knowing that you can set the pace and take as much or as little of him as you'd like.
Loves nothing more than holding your hips and staring at how you react to him, he'll always offer support in holding you or thrusting to meet you if you want it.
He doesn't have a particular interest in domming you, but Dunk will get more adventurous and self-indulgent over time - enjoying just holding you in his arms to fuck you - it means he can take you anywhere and everywhere that he wants.
The peak of self-indulgence for Dunk is reverse cowgirl, he just adores watching the way your body moves. Does feel guilty that you both can't look into each other's eyes though.
Lyonel -
If you were to ask Lyonel Baratheon what his favourite position was, he'd give you an honest answer 'all of them.' However, he is particularly turned on by bending you over whatever perfectly sized object is present.
Desk, feasting table, wall, barrel - face up or face down he doesn't care. Your look of surprise and the way your tits bounce get him going, but equally the sight of your ass and getting to hold you by the back of the neck and whisper obscenities excites him too.
When drunk Lyonel certainly has a preference for you to ride him wherever he is sat, taking swigs of his drunk in between spanking and groping you.
He loves to overstimulate you in the bed, but Lyonel firmly believes neither of you should take sex too seriously - he's always open to hearing your desires and kinks, and pausing mid fuck to laugh at whatever's amusing him
Baelor -
Baelor is the type of man to only refer to his expression of passion as 'making love' to you. His gentle, selfless, and passionate nature is extended into the bedroom, Baelor loves to take you whilst you spoon.
From here, he can caress your body with his hands and whisper his love into your ears - he can also get his hand down between your legs, rubbing you as he places kisses and nips to your neck and jaw.
You'll always know when you're in for a rougher and even more passionate night when Baelor leans down to you and asks 'May I please fuck you?' On nights like these he'll always gravitate toward putting your legs over his shoulders, or perhaps even pushing your face down and your ass up.
Baelor relishes in the faces you make, knowing exactly how to move to get you gasping and moaning underneath him. All he wants in the world is to overwhelm you with pleasure, and Baelor is determined to do so.
Valarr -
Valarr adores the closeness he can share with you during sex, he loves to take you in lotus. Getting to hold his forehead to yours, kissing you as much as he pleased, and ask you how you were enjoying yourself made this perfect for him.
He also enjoys folded missionary, placing your legs over his shoulders and pushing himself down toward your torso. The deeper penetration offered by placing a pillow under your hips always tempted him.
Sliding one under, Valarr would always take a little extra time to make sure you were comfortable with how deep and fast he was fucking you - he loves eye contact.
He always wanted your sessions to be memorable, his love was rarely given to you quickly, Valarr always wanted to take his time with you.
Maekar -
Maekar could be a bit of a traditionalist in the bed at times, enjoying missionary for the variety it offered. He could fuck you gently, roughly, close enough to lick and bite into your neck, or removed enough that he got to watch your body bounce under his rhythm.
Absolute freak though, Maekar loves to talk to you in missionary, telling you how he's going to fuck an heir into you, how well you take him. Above all else, how you looked at him sent Maekar over the edge, he wanted to feel wanted by you.
On other occasions, his favourite position was to pronebone with you. Smothering you underneath his muscular frame, he gripped you by the shoulders and placed kisses to your cheeks and your shoulders as he fucked.
Maekar always wanted the bedroom to feel exciting, he wanted to give you all he had. Your sessions could be incredibly rough or gentle, but they were always passionate.
Daeron -
Daeron was an experienced lover, but he always found himself drawn to taking you in butterfly for the ease of it - for both of you. Pulling you to the edge of the desk, he is free to move your body how he likes.
Exposed to him like this, Daeron enjoys covering your body in sloppy kisses and love bites, particularly concentrating on your tits and thighs. Fucking into you, he finds the arch of your back delightful.
When he's feeling a little lazier, cowgirl suits all of Daeron's needs. His most important of which was simply - you. He got all of you like this, the deep penetration doing wonders for his own pleasure.
Sex for Daeron was somewhere between a ritual and a laugh, he believed there were times to savour it and times when it was simply a relaxed pleasure - taking you wherever, whenever, and for however long as he pleased.
Aerion -
Aerion possesses a rough and dominant bedroom manner, even in your gentlest of sessions he will direct you into a mating press. He wishes to fuck you like an animal, overwhelm your senses until the pair of you become one.
The mating press is perfect for him, it lets him exert his physical dominance over you, whilst you're writhing in so much pleasure that there's nothing to be done about it. Aerion is infatuated with watching you struggle, should your moans betray a sensitive spot he will be relentless until you finish.
During longer sessions, Aerion would encourage you into the piledriver, laying you out on the floor or the bed for him to slam into. Your complete surrender of control, and trust in your mate, that's what allured him about fucking you like this.
Sex is always a ritual with Aerion, if not for producing heirs then for strengthening the bond between the two of you - he would firmly believe that whilst fucking you the two of you are one.
Raymun -
Your dashing knight is quickly finding his confidence in the bedroom, missionary provides him with all he desires from making love to you. Raymun wants to see that he's doing a good job, getting to observe your whole body is everything to him.
He loves how easy you are to manoeuvre, Raymun loves pulling you down the bed toward him, making you laugh makes him feel good - and the sight of your smile turns him on.
Finding his confidence or not, Raymun is still a freak. Thrusting into you with your ass up for him really does it. Hearing you gasp and call his name only fuels him to fuck you harder.
Ultimately, Raymun just wants to have fun with you, he's always receptive to you taking the lead and choosing what positions work for you - he's only too happy to help.
May I request reader wife wearing their husband’s cloak thanks <3
Ahh so cute omg
'Put this on' - Akotsk Men
Where And When Do They Give You Their Cloak?
The Fellas - Dunk, Lyonel, Baelor, Valarr, Maekar, Daeron, Aerion, and Raymun
Content - Pure fluff !
a/n - I fear The Terror S1 has taken over my brain, this blog is going to become a hot mess lmao.
Dunk -
Dunk is a big anxious boy, he's giving you his cloak at every opportunity, stressing that 'You'll catch your death in this weather.' He's entirely unbothered about Egg charging around in the mud however. Sitting on the ground to eat lunch, he'll wrap his cloak around you so you don't get dirty, Dunk chuckles to you about how 'it looks like you're wearing a tent.' He loves watching it trail along the ground behind you as you walk, or better yet if you pick it up with your skirts to step over something. If Dunk is feeling playful, he'll throw it on you, tickling you as you fight your way out of the fabric.
Lyonel -
Lyonel's cloak is fine, in its beautiful Baratheon yellow. He loved watching you wear it at parties, the visual reminder that you are his always made staring at you feel so exciting. Walking up to you he slides it over your head, smoothing the fabric over your shoulders and making sure its wrapped around your torso, planting a kiss to the top of your head, you can feel Lyonel's smile 'you look divine in this, the sight of you will keep me from going insane talking to that boring bastard.' He will also very occasionally put it on you whilst you argue. Give him a sarcastic remark about a strategic or lifestyle decision that Lyonel's made, and he'll be throwing his cloak and antler crown on you - proclaiming 'thank fuck the real Lord Baratheon is here before me.'
Baelor -
A true gentleman, Baelor views giving you his cloak as both second nature and as an act of chivalry. He did it frequently when you were courting, Baelor would hope and pray that you didn't bring a cloak to the garden so he could spend a few precious seconds running his hands over your shoulders. He still adores doing it, ensuring you're happy makes him happy, on walks Baelor always asks 'are you quite warm enough, my love?' Unlike when you were courting, Baelor holds you from behind, affectionally planting kisses on your neck until you're giggling, and swaying with you for a few moments. Taking it back from you was always a joy to him too, he'd hold his cloak all the closer when it smelt of you.
Valarr-
Valarr is always eager to give you his cloak, he finds you to be at your cutest with it smothering your frame. His favourite moments however, are when he has the opportunity to wrap you both in his cloak, trapping you against him. In the hall whilst no one else is around, cuddled up next to each other on chairs after a journey, he used his cloak to pull you closer to him. He throws it around you as he pulls you in for a hug, gently stroking your hair and holding you against his chest. He leaves nothing but your face exposed to him, planting affectionate kisses anywhere that he can reach, whispering to you 'you're not going anywhere, I can feel how cold you are.'
Maekar -
Maekar might grumble to you about 'being prepared for the weather' if he sees you shiver outside, but he secretly adores giving you his cloak. He'll wrap it around you with such tenderness and gentility, a level of devotion reserved only for you and his children. He'd rather get soaked to the bone on this walk than see a single drop of rain land on you. He loves it when you look up at him whilst you wear it, finding how it covers your frame adorable 'your shoulders are a lot smaller than mine.' He'd never admit to it, but watching you wear it fills him with pride, you're happy to be seen as his. Maekar could never forget his cloak, not because he's constantly prepared for the weather, but because giving it to you is a way that he can keep you safe - Maekar hopes you notice.
Daeron -
Daeron's cloak has kept him safe on many an escapade, hiding him from whoever, or whatever, is after him - certainly including the bright sun on a hungover morning. His adventures with you are no different, Daeron will hide you with his cloak whenever he needs too. Sneaking down to a feast to grab some food for the both of you, he'll throw his cloak over you with a kiss planted to your forehead 'my little sneak-thief, try not to trip in that.' If the two of you are about to be caught sneaking back in, Daeron will always try to hide you under his cloak, wanting to spare you the lecture he was about to receive. 'You know, you've really got to try and giggle less under there.' Daeron would rub his hands lovingly over your frame, cherishing your prescence.
Aerion -
Aerion would have you wear his cloak all the time if he could, he loves how your body looks in it of course, but it was the symbolism of it that drove Aerion wild. Wearing his cloak at a tourney, feast, even simply travelling meant that everyone knew you were his. He wanted his love to feel as smothering as his cloak felt around your frame, he wanted you to constantly have a physical reminder of him. Pulling it over you with a flourish, he smooths the fabric before moving to hold your face in his hands 'you look radiant when everyone knows that you're mine.' He means it, the way the cloak moved when you did had Aerion transfixed, he found himself being far less productive when you were around.
Raymun -
Raymun is the picture of chivalry, loving nothing more than to offer his cloak to you whenever you might need it. He couldn't help but offer you his cloak on some occasions (many occasions) where you had little need for it. His favourite however, was offering it to you whenever you took lunch in the orchard with him, Raymun thought you glowed beautifully in the sunshine whilst wearing his cloak. He was always insistent that he lay it down for you to sit on 'I'd feel awful if your skirts got dirty.' Raymun's cloak had been through the wars, it was battered, but he was enamoured with how you treated a rough piece of fabric with such sweetness - just because it was his.
Thank you so much for responding to my last ask! I have another one if you're willing. How about them giving you/reader cuteness agression. Like they are just existing and suddenly theres the urge to hug and squeeze
This is so cute ! I had so much fun writing this and might write the reverse of this situation too.
'Get off me !' - Akotsk Men
How do they deal with the sudden urge to squeeze you?
The fellas - Dunk, Lyonel, Baelor, Valarr, Maekar, Daeron, Aerion, and Raymun !
Contents - Just pure fluff baby
a/n - Please keep filling my inbox with stuff, I'm having so much fun :)
Dunk -
Given his size, Dunk will always try and invite you to be playful before responding himself. 'They're so little, you must be gentle' He repeats this each time he feels the desire to roughhouse with you. But, catching you smiling up at him, how adorably you stretched to look at his eyes, he cannot contain himself. The urge won, he picked you up suddenly, laughing at your stunned face as he held you up to his height. 'You're just so small, so so small' Dunk spoke as if he'd just realised this. He enjoys kissing you like this, its so easy when you feel like a little paperweight in his arms. He spins you around, letting your legs fly about as he twirls with you. You aren't being put down, even if you protest - he just finds it more adorable.
Lyonel -
He can't cope, you're utterly adorable. He's been watching you rearrange the shelves of your library for 25 minutes now, his knuckles were white on his armchair. This was a very, very regular occurrence in your relationship. 'It's ridiculous, how are you this bloody precious?' As you turn to face him Lyonel bites his lips and pushes his head back against the chair. There was nothing inherently sexual about his reaction, he simply wanted to sink his teeth into you. Beckoning you over, he sits you on his lap, gripping fistfuls of your thighs and playfully nibbling at your neck. Lyonel relishes in the noises you make, the way you laugh at him - you're perfect. 'I'm going to eat you alive, I'm afraid'.
Baelor -
'How is it possible?' Baelor keeps asking himself, you're just sat there, minding your own business. He keeps making noises so you'll look across to him, Baelor wants to grip your little cheeks and squeeze your head in his hands. Standing up and walking over to you, he takes your hand to pull you up 'Have I ever told you how unbelievably cute you are?' He had, many times, but it always made you smile and blush. This made the urge irresistible, the way your little cheeks moved, Baelor pinched them gently before taking them in his hands to squeeze. Your face looked ridiculously tiny in his hands, this fuelled the fire. He kissed each cheek, going back and forth until you were both laughing hysterically.
Valarr -
He knew he should leave you alone, here you were laying on your back in the garden, reading without a care in the world. You were telling him about your book so excitedly, but all he could see was how your body moved with each word you spoke. He was gripping his fists into tight balls, fighting very hard and very quietly to stop himself from pouncing on you. Nope, he couldn't do it. You saw him coming, going to protect yourself against his hands moving to tickle your stomach. He was smiling like a maniac as you squealed and squirmed under his touch, Valarr would always stop when you asked him. 'You're just too cute ! I tried to stop myself I promise I did!'
Maekar -
Maekar was stood before you, intently listening to you speak but not hearing a word, sighing to himself as he tried to keep his hands off you. You were holding a flower you'd picked, talking to him about the changing seasons and what flowers to plant this year. 'She's everything I'm not, fuck she's so cute' Maekar was half-fighting the voice in his head, though he certainly wouldn't resist. He probably let you speak for a minute before he snatched you up in his arms. He didn't intend to lift you from the floor, but as his back straightened it happened regardless. 'Gods you're a precious little thing' Maekar's grip was crushing, vice-like, his head rested on top of yours. You couldn't move, and if you tried it only made him laugh. 'Pout at me all you like, you're not going anywhere.'
Daeron -
Daeron wouldn't deny his urges, he wanted to smother your adorable self, right now. Laying in your nightgown for bed, you can see him smiling at you from across the room. He was meant to be writing, but his quill had not moved for a few minutes, 'I'm sorry, I just can't.' Looking up at him quizzically, Daeron was on you before you had time to move. He was kissing you everywhere, literally anywhere that he could put his lips to. 'You're just so sweet, my love.' He tried desperately to justify his deeds, you must understand, how could he resist. Daeron had to see you giggling and writhing underneath him. His hands were lightly holding your wrists in place so he could carry out his attack, pausing to flash you his cheeky smile and see yours in return.
Aerion -
Aerion wanted, no he needed, to see your little face as you tried to wrestle against him. You were organising your shared chambers, but the urge to pin you down was impossible for Aerion to shake. He took the book you were reaching for, holding it above his head, jumping and reaching for it you chose to wrestle him onto the bed instead. 'How can you be so small and cute?' he was whispering to you, encouraging you to fight back against him. He pinned you hilariously quickly, smiling down at you 'You must forgive me, you're simply adorable struggling against me like this.' If you ceased your fighting, Aerion gives you a disappointed pout, but he knows your game, try to move and he's got you in his grip instantly.
Raymun -
'Just let them go about their day, Raymun, come on.' He keeps telling himself this, over, and over, and over again. It's of literally no use, he has to give you a little squeeze, just one. Sneaking up behind you, Raymun wraps his hands around your waist and squeezes you until you jump. 'I'm sorry, I really am.' You knew that he was not sorry in the slightest, the little kisses he gave you as an apology were part of this urge. Raymun would keep squeezing your shoulders, waist, hips, anything that he could get his hands on all day. 'I can't fight the desire, and I've tried.' He was not very convincing, Raymun got you again in the yard, he loved how he felt your body tense under his touch. Raymun pulled you back against his chest 'I can't stop ! It's not my fault that you're pretty.'
Contents - MDNI 18+ / Smut / Violence / Foul language / Pathetic men
Dunk - 5/10
The wandering hedge-knight didn't have much in this world, you were by far the most important thing in his life. Watching a Lordling flirt with you, promising you what Dunk knows he cannot give, had him feeling nervous and guilty. He wasn't a jealous man by nature, he was protective but not possessive - Dunk trusted in your love for him.
Though, this time he questions whether he has robbed you of a better life, he desires desperately to show you what he can give you. Dunk is far more affectionate than usual, never letting you out of his arms or his sight. He has you as often as he can get away with it, gently but full of passion, having you ride him and revelling in the moans his length drew out of you. He'd like to give that Lordling a clout about the ear, but he knows that it's not worth the beating.
When you ask him, Duncan looks down at you with those big blue eyes, panicking as though he'd committed a grievous sin. 'I wish I could give you what he could, a comfy bed and a full belly each night, it's what you deserve.' Holding Dunk and reassuring him that he's all you want is more than enough to relieve him of his jealousy. He'll be prideful in that innocent and adorable way that only Dunk could be. Flaunting you, talking about you, giving just enough sass for that little Lordling to know that you're exactly where you want to be.
Lyonel - 7.5/10
It's not that Lyonel wasn't jealous, his characteristic smirk had faded into his characteristic smile whilst he watched you. 'Look at them all, they know what I've got' The knights seated next to him were nodding along, until they saw the look in his eyes. Lords were buzzing around you as you danced in his tent, ogling how your frame moved, trying to get in close to you.
It's just that Lyonel is entirely confident in his ability to satisfy you, romantically, sexually, however you wished. He was jealous of those occupying the physical space close to you, but that could be rectified. You could see him staring, you knew what would be coming next. How he'd stride over to you, pressing his body close to you, dancing in a way that would make others uncomfortable
Should you question his very, very obvious jealousy, Lyonel will profusely deny that anything has affected him. But, he'll take you in a way that betrays his emotion. He'll fuck you whilst the party rages on in the other room of the tent, Lyonel will bend you over the table to make sure that you can be heard. The clattering of the furniture, the slapping of you two together, and the harmony of your moans will let everyone know who's allowed to get that close to you.
Baelor - 5.5/10
Baelor knew that his life was a demanding one, he often didn't get to give you the time or attention that you deserved. It was your kindness that got him, the way you'd kiss him and say that you understood. Now, now you had been sat in conversation with the same man for nearly an hour. At a feast, he was kept in his conversation by politics, doomed to watch you laugh and joke with someone else. Baelor felt incredibly jealous, he yearned for your body of course, but it was your prescence, your company that he was pining for.
It hit breaking point, he excused himself, barely keeping his rational demeanour together as he excused you. On the walk to your chambers you ask him if you've wronged him, he admits to you that 'you have not my love, but I have wronged myself. On asking if he was jealous, Baelor hid nothing from you 'yes, yes I am jealous'.
Baelor spoke to you in a tone so gentle it was reserved only for you 'I would like to make love to you, and then I would like you to tell me about your day, all of it.' Baelor's jealousy was always expressed through his passion, he meant to show you just how much time and care he had for you, he needed to show that he could provide this for you. Baelor took a long time for your love making, hours of slow pleasure just for you - drawing out orgasm after orgasm. He was between your legs, feasting like a prince, before his fingers descended onto your clit again and again. Your talk of the day would last into the early hours of the morning.
Valarr - 7/10
He struggled to admit it, Valarr was beside himself with jealousy. The first tourney where you were here to watch him, as his wife, and he'd failed to achieve his goal. A knight had rode up to you, declaring you as the beauty of the tournament, asking to fight for your honour, and all he could do was watch it happen. Watch as you graciously accepted, he knew you couldn't refuse, watch as you took the wreath that was not in his colours, watch as you placed it upon your head as your pretty hair flowed around it.
He was less gentle that night, pushing you into a mating press Valarr wanted to see all of you, take all of you in. His jealousy was obvious, but when you asked on this night he denied it. He rode out quickly the next day, presenting you with a wreath and flowers as he shouted up to you 'Will I have the favour of the tournaments' beauty, for I shall win for you today.' Accepting Valarr's favour, the glow of pride in his behaviour was easy to see, Valarr fought and won with a flourish in the tourney - earning the praise of all his family.
This eve you asked Valarr whilst he lay next to you, and you finally got your candid answer 'Yes, I felt jealous, I wanted it to be me' he looked across at you, his eyes lit by candlelight 'I wanted to give you my favour first, before anyone else' He looked almost jokingly upset, but you quickly realised that it was very sincere. Telling Valarr that he always had your favour would make him laugh, fetching the wreath and offering to prove it would make him smile.
Maekar - 10/10
Maekar's inherently jealous and possessive nature was driven by insecurity - he'd been overlooked, fourth best, considered the ugliest and least intelligent or charming of his brothers. But he had you, the most beautiful woman in Westeros, and Maekar would never, never lose you. He didn't much like seeing you talk with other men, his possessiveness was very tangible in public, his eyes had not left you in an hour. You were talking, and now you were dancing, with his brother Baelor.
Baelor had so much, Maekar watching the one thing that he had laugh and joke with Baelor enraged him with jealousy. You belonged to him, but did you prefer Baelor? Did you find him more handsome, more talkative? He saw you smile back at him, Baelor noticed - you must be talking about him he thought. Approaching your seat next to your husband, he simply answered 'No.' when you asked about jealousy. You saw the scowl Maekar shot his brother, this was becoming a point of contention between them. It was past breaking point, Baelor whispered to his brother 'Do not take it out on her tonight.'
Maekar was offended of course, but he was also petrified that Baelor thought he needed looking out for you. He was going to fuck you, possessively, roughly - but he'd never stop you talking to who you wanted. His fucking you wasn't a consequence, it was just what Maekar needed with his entire soul, all of you. He barely made it into your chambers, pressing you into the wall, you ask him if he's jealous - he returns your question 'Who do you belong to?' Your face will be pressed into the pillows promptly, as Maekar yearns to hear you tell him who's making you moan and scream.
Daeron - 5.5/10
Daeron is confident in himself, you would not be with him if you did not want to be. He knew himself, knew his flaws - he also knew his strengths. Watching this knight flirt with you felt a little different though, he was so different from Daeron. 'He certainly couldn't do better than me' Daeron thought to himself, but seeing how different this man was from himself released thoughts he thought he was long since over.
He was not a brave, built knight like this man - he was the dreamer, the drunken. Do you like the qualities that you see in this man, could he compete with something that he could not give you. Daeron does not credit his courage though, if you ask him whether he's jealous he will converse with you openly 'I did feel a little jealous yes, though perhaps more of his character than his obnoxious flirting, do you enjoy men such as him?'
Daeron will take your reassurance, as much as he plays it off as inconsequential musings about his character, he was affected by the feelings it arose. Hearing you say that you didn't care for a hardheaded simpleton will make Daeron laugh. He was what you wanted, you loved him and he knew it. No need to dwell on this, and the thoughts of his childhood that it was stirring up. You were here now, and you weren't going anywhere.
Aerion - 9/10
Aerion exhibited much of the possessiveness of his father, though it certainly did not stem from the same place. Aerion was not insecure, if anything he was arrogant - watching you scream after being told about dancing with other Lords simply fed his ego, you need him and he needed you. It was going to happen tonight, he had decided. Watching another dance with his Princess was angering him, and enticing him at the prospect of what he could do about it.
In all honesty, you wanted to ask him if he was jealous because you knew what it would cause, so you did it. Aerion was direct in answering you 'Jealous of that whelp? You want the dragon, I know you need it.' He was going to delight in withholding satisfaction, spending the next three hours at the dance barely looking at you. He whispers to you 'Dance if you want, each one you take means more time with me.'
You now knew what his meaning was, bent over the knee of the man who "wasn't jealous" The spanking had lasted nearly 25 minutes, your ass raw from Aerion's care. He needed you to say that you needed him, that you wanted him. Aerion fed on your devotion like the dragon he claimed to be, taking you however and whenever he felt like doing so.
Raymun - 4/10
Raymun was on the top of the world after Ashford, he was one of the knights everyone was talking about. His confidence was sky high, he knew you wanted him, you sought him out after all. He also knows that he doesn't have much to give you, at least not compared to the knights that you could have - or that he thinks you could have. Raymun thought you the most beautiful woman in Westeros, truly. You were beautiful enough to be a Queen, so he must treat you like one.
Seeing a Lord from one of the larger houses flirt with you should rile him more, but Raymun knows that he has something to give you that they could not replicate, and he would show you. He felt no need to drag you away, barge in and cause a scene. You could always see his quiet confidence, knew when he was watching over you.
You ask him, he shrugs at you 'perhaps, but I know you chose me.' This cool confidence made him oh so sexy, so determined in his quest for you. Raymun would show you his devotion, and prove to you how overjoyed he was to have you by his side, whispering suggestively to ask 'Would you like me to take you?' No one could have you like he could, and one day no one will be able to provide for you like he could - Raymun was sure of it.
What would the AkotsK get their partner for their nameday (or would they forget😟)?
Dude ! What a thought omg
'For me?' - Akotsk Men
Summary - What have they gotten you for this name-day? Have they even remembered?
The fellas - Dunk, Lyonel, Baelor, Valarr, Maekar, Daeron, Aerion, and Raymun
Contents - Implied Smut / Lots a fluff / Sad pathetic men
a/n - Requests open gang, this is also a lil rushed fyi
Dunk -
This man? Forget your name-day? Never. Dunk would have the date tattooed on his forehead if he could. The rule of thumb for your relationship would always be - if its important to you, its doubly important to Dunk. He's far too preoccupied with saving and planning to make the day special. Dunk may well have been saving for months beforehand, just to be safe.
Money for material gifts was not always plentiful, but Dunk will save in an attempt to pick you up jewellery, fine clothes, or beautiful arms in a town that you pass through. If you even look at a ring for more than a millisecond he's telling Egg to sneak off and buy it when you're not looking. He likely also makes you something, repairing clothes you thought were past it, or whittling little wooden figures for you.
Dunk will wake you with a cooked breakfast, rich and fresh food to make the day feel special. He likes to give you your gifts in the morning, feeling overjoyed at seeing you happy, and at the kisses you give him in thanks. He'll only refer to it as 'your day' and insist that you can do absolutely anything that you've been wanting to do. Ending the day under the sky, Dunk will bashfully compliment how 'you're the brightest star in the sky' and ask if there's anything more he can give you for 'your day'.
Lyonel -
It's more of a 75/25 chance of Lyonel forgetting your name-day, certainly not out of any maliciousness, more out of innocent forgetfulness. Either way, Lyonel's gift to you will always be the princess treatment - take the mans wallet, soul, dignity, its all yours.
If he does forget, the moment of realisation hits him like charging knight, Lyonel immediately drops whatever he's doing with an 'I'm a dead man, and a fucking foolish one at that.' He'll sprint through Storm's End until he finds you, prostrating himself to you he will kiss your hands and beg 'Sweetheart, what-ever it is that you want, I will get it for you, even if it's my head' If you were to laugh at his grovelling he'll coyly ask if 'there's anything that I, your loving husband, can give you right now, would you please tell me?'.
If anything, Lyonel is worse when he remembers, the whole of the seven kingdoms shall know that it's your name-day. The finest dresses, food, and wine are to be acquired for his love. No 'boring bastards' shall bother him with Lordly duties, for he's throwing you the feast of all feasts.
It is before you go celebrate that Lyonel gives you his main gift, ignoring everything else he's showered you with, he asks you to close your eyes. You feel the weight of it first, as the band slips down perfectly onto your head, opening your eyes you can't help but laugh, an antlered crown to match Lyonel's. It's smaller than his, but far more ornate - you now realise how many 'rutting' jokes you're going to have to hear.
Baelor -
Baelor is a deeply attentive and emotionally aware man, you care about your name day, so he shall not forget it. To Baelor it is as simple as that - you wish for peace and quiet on the day, you'll have it. You want a feast - its already planned. Nothing made him happy quite like the bond you shared, Baelor's presents would always be deeply personal and thoughtful.
He'd bring your breakfast and your name-day flowers into your chambers himself, not wanting the two of you disturbed he'll clear his calendar of all duty - and politely reprimand anyone who questions it. Baelor would sit you in his lap, holding you and speaking so softly about how 'I'm so lucky to have passed another year by your side my darling.' The presents are so delicately wrapped, and accompanied by a love letter, Baelor was always determined to make you swoon.
You unwrap a gorgeous dress in Targaryen colours, Baelor knew your measurements by heart, the neckline, length, sleeves that you preferred. Next, your own copy of the book that he'd been reading you, beautifully bound and decorated - he'd spotted you struggling with a crumbling edition of it in the library, his love shouldn't have to struggle with anything.
Placing a kiss on his cheek, believing his gifting complete, Baelor hands you a last box, and whispers into your ear 'I know we're celebrating you publicly later, but I hope that I can celebrate you in this afterwards.' Lingerie, it was beautiful, Baelor had clearly commissioned it alongside the dress, they matched perfectly. Nodding to his request, Baelor gives you a squeeze before rising with you in his arms 'Can I help you dress, darling?'
Valarr -
Valarr may have a close call with remembering, but he'd never forget. You're in the early stages of your love, Valarr will start as he means to go on - thoughtful, romantic, and chivalrous is all he wants to be to you. Your presents are important to him, but its the thought behind them that drives Valarr to take your birthday so seriously.
Unlike his father, Valarr would play a little practical joke on the day, pretending he had no idea why you were so dressed up and excited. He'd keep it up for all of five minutes, seeing your disappointed face would melt him into holding you and apologising profusely for teasing you. 'Of course I remembered my love, how could I ever forget?' Valarr would hold your face to his gaze, kissing you all over until you were giggling.
Now he would show you his gifts for you, he produced a gorgeous necklace with a smile. Valarr knew what metal you preferred, and innocently remarked to you that 'I hoped you'd wear that dress today, I thought this would look beautiful with it, the gem is nearly as precious as you.' Gently turning you, Valarr would brush your hair aside before clasping the necklace so deftly, and placing tender kisses along the back of your neck as he finished.
Now, time for his little surprise on your name-day. He walked you into the hall, it was completely empty. Walking forward you heard the music begin to play, realising that the band were hidden away somewhere you turned to face your prince. Valarr gave you a bow before taking your hand to kiss 'May I have this dance?' He wanted to make a tradition of this, dancing with you, all alone on your name-day. He spun you and revelled in your laughter, stealing kisses each time you were close. 'I'm so lucky to celebrate today with you.'
Maekar -
Maekar forgot your name-day once, he came into your chambers to see you tucking into a little cake alone. He'd been so caught up in politics, in the children, but that was no excuse and he knew that. Maekar was on his knees before you, clasping your hands in his, apologising profusely and admitting that 'nothing I can fucking say, do or gift you makes up for this, I'm sorry, sweetheart' The fact you understood why it had happened and weren't resentful made it feel all the worse to him - to Maekar he had done something utterly unforgiveable, it took a few weeks of cursing himself and brooding to get over it.
Your name-day is never being forgotten again, you can be sure of that. Maekar has an iron-will in turning down politics and the endless whims of the children during the run up to the day, your presents are meticulously organised and so is how you'd like to spend the day. When it arrives you are woken by kisses being placed down your body, your husband holding you close as he asks you 'Is there anything I can do to start this special day?' Maekar's gentle compliments are given to you all day, he might not admit it but he's excited to give you your presents.
A beautiful book, a leather-bound and embossed edition of your favourite. Maekar had seen the state your other copy was in, how you were trying to stick pages back together. He happily accepts your kisses in thanks for his thoughtfulness, but it is now that you realise. He's pressed your favourite flowers into the pages. This giant scowling man has picked, and spent weeks pressing flowers carefully into the book to dry. Calling him a softie, he'll admit that its 'only for you, my flower'.
Daeron -
Of any of these men, Daeron is the most likely to forget - though its probably a 50/50. Should he forget, Daeron's apologies would be sincere, he's a man who's used to disappointing his loved ones, but disappointing you would sting him. Though, whether he remembered or forgot - he would put the same effort into celebrating your name-day either way.
Daeron gathers literature you love, if he felt in the right headspace he'd write you poetry. Celebrating over dinner, just the two of you, Daeron would relax enough to recite his lines for you. His heart is so full for you, he thinks your excitement over your name-day and over his, is the most precious thing in the world.
He'll make sure to spend the whole week doing anything that took your fancy, even if he wasn't feeling great Daeron would put it to the back of his mind for you. 'You're the most special person in the world to me, you know that?' Your name-day had Daeron feeling very sentimental, the thought of all the years spent with you made him look forward to how many more there were to come.
Aerion -
Aerion was obsessed with you, and your name-day was an extension of you. Whatever it was you wanted, Aerion would get it, simple as. There was very little chance of him forgetting. You stood next to him after all, you deserved only the best, and he would be the one to get it for you. Your name-day started out with Aerion gifting you a beautiful ring, it bore a dragon that matched his armour. Aerion placed it onto your finger, holding your hand to his chest 'You'll wear it today yes? My princess.'
A tourney was running on your name-day, it was a good occasion for the day to fall on, a monumental feast awaited you. Applauding your husband as he rode out, Aerion approached you, declaring 'I fight in honour of my wife, the beauty of this tournament.' You could see he bore a matching ring to yours, on a chain around his neck. Aerion fought well, though he never doubted he'd win, more so when fighting with your favour.
At the feast he presented you with his final gift, Aerion handed you the sword he had won with. 'I want you to remember this day, I win for you.' He adored you, he truly wished for both of you to remember this name-day, it filled him with pride to see how you held the sword so close during dinner. In your chambers that evening, he was determined to finish the day as passionately as it had begun.
Raymun -
A man that is far, far too obsessed with you to ever forget your name-day. Were he to hear someone else talk of missing their partners name-day, Raymun cannot even begin to figure out how they could do such a thing. He wants to know everything, what would you like? Where would you like to go?
Raymun wants the day to be entirely you're own, but he will always bring a little surprise just for you. Walking out to the stables with him, you notice immediately - Raymun has brought back a new horse from his trip to Ashford. A white mare, she's beautiful, and tacked up ready for you to ride. Raymun is beaming at you, the joy across your face is the best feeling in the world to him.
Riding with him was one of your favourites, and he knew just how to make the day better - stopping for a picnic in the middle of your hack. The way that Raymun looks at you is full of total love, his passion for making you smile will never change. He loves celebrating your name-day, but Raymun's goal is to have every day feel just like this.
The most expensive part of the budget for making A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, was the licensing fees for the use of 'SexyBack' every time Bertie Carvel appears on screen.
Summary - How they react when you surprise them on their name-day
The fellas - Dunk, Lyonel, Baelor, Valarr, Maekar, Daeron, Aerion, and Raymun !
Content - Mostly fluff / Some implied Smut
Dunk -
Everything was ready, you gently woke Duncan up before holding the plate before him, surprise ! Three eggs, streaky bacon, sausages, grilled mushroom and tomato, black pudding and thick toasted white bread.
Dunk looked at you as though you'd presented him with a horde of gold, in this moment he couldn't be happier, he didn't think life could get better than this.
He held you first, before he devoured his breakfast, giving you a firm kiss on the forehead before declaring 'I'm the luckiest man alive' He meant it too, he told you he was excited to take you for a ride later. On a horse of course ! Dunk attempted a panicked recovery until he saw your knowing smile - I am a lucky man indeed he thought to himself.
It was only a cooked breakfast eaten in the shade of an oak tree, but this hedge knight had you, and that was all he needed.
Lyonel -
"Just a quiet evening in" you'd told him, convincing Lyonel that the two of you would celebrate his name-day in peace. Walking hand in hand with him into the hall at Storms End, you gave him a smile before opening the door.
Surprise ! A lively party and a feast, dancing and drinking spread throughout the hall as the Lord of the keep was welcomed with a cheer. 'I almost thought you'd forgotten who you were married to' Lyonel gave you a wink and pulled you in for a hug.
'And now, you'll dance with me? It is my name-day, you cannot refuse' Lyonel landed somewhere between a question and a statement, but you did not refuse him, dancing and drinking into the early morning.
Crawling into bed with you, Lyonel slumped his head onto your chest 'That, was wonderful, thank you' he placed a kiss to your cheek before leaning up to your ear 'it is, practically, still my name-day'
Baelor -
What do you give a prince of the realm? You understood Baelor, the thought counted far more than the gift. At dinner, you placed it on the table.
Surprise ! A beautiful edition of Baelor's favourite tome, wrapped in fine leather and embossed with gold thread, it bore an inscription from you to him. Baelor was smiling at you, it was the effort involved and the thought of how well you knew him, that's what made him adore this gift.
He invited you into his lap, smiling at you and covering you with sweet kisses. 'It's perfect, thank you my darling' Just you and him, and these little acts of understanding, it was a perfect name-day.
He spent the evening reading to you from the book, intently listening to your thoughts and observations between sipping wine and placing kisses wherever he could reach. 'I'm a lucky man.'
Valarr -
He'd been gifted arms, books, exotic spirits and foods. Valarr was adored by his family, but what made him so special was the fact that he couldn't care less about the gifts, just like his father. You knew whatever you gave him should be personal, and just for the two of you.
Surprise ! Before you went down to dinner, you presented him with the little box. 'For me?' Valarr sounded adorably surprised despite the date, opening the box to reveal two matching silver rings, dragon motifs engraved around the band.
'They're beautiful ! May I?' You gave Valarr your hand as he delicately slid the ring onto your finger, before you did the same for him. He raised the ring to his face, kissing it, before holding you 'Now whenever I'm away, I'll always have you with me.'
'I'll remember this day forever now, my love, it's been perfect.' Valarr smiled as he lined your hands up, pressing the rings against each other. The caring of his family truly satisfied him, and this day had been gentle and full of love, much like Valarr was. When he undresses you after dinner, he leans in and asks you to keep the ring on.
Maekar -
He didn't care for his name day, 'it's a day like any other, there's a day before it and a day after it.' He had told you this once, but you knew Maekar, he certainly didn't want you getting him a present, but showing him your care made him feel so adored.
He came storming into your shared chambers, cursing about the day's meetings. Surprise ! You had dressed the table, wine, candles, his favourite foods, and yourself. All Maekar wanted for his name-day was this - peace, quiet, and you.
He shut up when he saw it, relaxing his figure as he came over to kiss you 'I try to forget and yet you always remember, I don't deserve you' Was The Anvil trying to hide his blushing cheeks? Hours passed of the two of you, though mostly you, talking about anything and everything.
'So where's my present?' He was a merciless tease, drinking wine to hide his smile, Maekar nearly choked when you told him that you were wearing it. This exchange of gentle smiles was reserved only for you, dinner probably wouldn't last much longer.
Daeron -
What to surprise Daeron with for his name-day? Hmm, he didn't want arms, he didn't much like riding, he certainly didn't need more booze. Ah ! You knew just the thing. The hours spent at your desk would pay off.
He'd just awoken, it had gone midday. Surprise ! You wished Daeron a happy name-day and saw a quizzical expression paint his face 'Gods, is it today?' Taking in your nodding response, he propped himself up in bed 'Ah, well, thank you very much' He invited you into his arms for a cuddle.
You gave them to him now, a stack of love letters and drawings, tied together with ribbon. 'Oh, my love' Daeron was overwhelmed, such beautiful words of love given to him so freely and unconditionally, he shut his eyes and took some deep breaths with you in his arms.
Daeron gathered himself, squeezing you tight in his arms 'Thank you for these, I shall read them before bed each night' You'd hoped they might give him comfort through his insomnia, Daeron knew that they would.
Aerion -
A guard had picked it up from the smithy this morning, you knew exactly what to surprise your prince with on this day. Aerion wasn't coddled on his name day, but he enjoyed the affections and gifts that he received from you - and now he had come to expect them.
Surprise ! You handed him the wrapped leather scabbard in the morning. Aerion drew the sword and admired it - a rapier, beautifully silver with red detailing across the guard. It was agile, balanced, and brutal - this sword suited its wielder.
'You know me very well, a blade worthy of the dragon house' Aerion held you by the chin as he kissed you, looking down at you with a deliciously arrogant smile. He believed he had the finest partner he could wish for, what a force the two of you were.
Aerion walked into the middle of the room to give the sword a few swings 'It shall see its first blood at the Ashford tourney, in your honour of course' The perfect name-day gift he thought, Aerion couldn't wait to show you what a good job you'd done.
Raymun -
Raymun had always been rather easy to please, but that did not mean that you didn't put the effort in for his name-day. Raymun enjoyed celebrating it, and would likely tell you what he fancied doing.
You prayed he fancied riding, as the saddler had just dropped off the finished piece you commissioned. A gorgeous saddle, made just for Raymun. Starting his name-day with a lazy morning cuddling in bed, he was overjoyed just to be spending it with you 'This is already perfect, and the day hasn't even started yet'
Surprise ! When you walked to the stable with him, your groom had tacked Raymun's steed with the saddle. 'You're joking !' Raymun was gobsmacked 'But its so, its so fine ! For me?' He was beaming at you, throwing his arms around you instantly.
Raymun thought he was going up in the world, he had you, and now he had this saddle. He gave it a thorough look, inspecting the fine leatherwork and engraving, he wouldn't stop talking about how 'it just fits perfectly' for the whole ride. Pulling his horse next to yours, he gave you a peck on the cheek.
a/n - I like spiders, but I remember the first time I saw a pregnant cardinal spider, brother I almost shit myself. REQUESTS OPEN !
Duncan -
He jumps up instantly at your request, of course he'll get the spider for you! Intent to impress you with his calm bravery, Dunk hesitates once he sees the size of the creature in question.
He grew up on the road, Dunk is familiar and gentle with all animals, whether its spiders or horses. Doesn't mean he likes spiders all that much though.
'Sir Duncan the Tall afraid of a little spider, how could it hurt you its smaller than Egg' he convinces himself, scooping the creature up in his giant hands, as soon as you're not looking he sprints to put the thing down.
Giving him a kiss on the cheek to thank him for his bravery makes it all worth it, he'd never judge you for your fears if he got to be your brave knight every time.
Lyonel -
This goes one of two ways -
Drunk Lyonel would stagger toward it declaring 'fear not ! My love, for I shall slay the little bastard for you' He wouldn't kill it though, rather he'd chase people around with it, letting the spider crawl up his arms and across his body. He knows not to tease you with the beast, and eventually he'll chuck it outside.
'Am I not brave? Are my noble deeds not worthy of reverence?' Lyonel would be aghast if you did not reward his bravery - a kiss, a dance or taking him for a ride would suffice.
Sober Lyonel would agree to getting rid of the spider with his usual too calm, too cool demeanour. You would then hear screaming, swearing and the noise of all the furniture being pulled about the room. 'Fuck, FUCK ! Where is it !?' You'd hear Lyonel straining as he tries to stamp on it.
'He's all over my fucking boots' He would pout to you, promising to pay you back for how you were laughing at him.
Baelor -
Baelor would always agree to help you with your fears, but he'd also want you to face them. 'I promise I won't let it get near you my darling, but come have a look' Baelor showed no fear for spiders.
He'd be intent on helping you overcome your trouble, without patronising you or teasing you about it whatsoever. Baelor would talk to you about spiders, telling you how important they were to have around a castle whilst he gently scooped it into his hands.
When you help him release the beast outside, he plants a kiss to your forehead 'I'm so proud of you, you've done well my love'
Baelor lets you know that even if you can't move it yourself next time, the time after that, or ever - he'll always be here to help you.
Valarr -
With Baelor as a father, Valarr has been raised to be gentle to all creatures, and he has no fear of spiders. Unlike his father however, he would tease you a little.
'Oh but look ! He's almost as small as you are' Valarr meant no harm to you or the spider, he would take it outside and release it as his father taught him.
He would indirectly ask for a reward for his princely chivalry though, standing next to you expectantly - waiting for a kiss. Should you offer to thank him for his bravery elsewhere, Valarr would be quick to act.
He hopes you don't get over your fear too quickly, or that you'll still ask for his help regardless.
Maekar -
Hearing you scream, Maekar is there in an instant. He didn't like spiders at all, but he'd scoop the spider up with parchment and a glass immediately. He wouldn't kill the thing just for existing.
Nothing should trouble, scare or hurt you, ever. Maekar saw himself as your protector, even if it was against a small, eight-legged enemy. He understood your fears, but that didn't mean he wouldn't tease you.
'If I'd known a spider could make you scream like that, I'd have put one in the bed' He enjoyed the irritated smile you gave, knowing he could take your mind off things.
Maekar would lean down as you went to kiss his cheek, satisfied that you can't tell he doesn't much like the creatures - its the way they move.
Aerion -
'A spi-' You were cut off by a thud, Aerion had the thing under his boot before you even saw it move. 'It won't trouble you anymore.'
Aerion found your fear ridiculous, but it allowed him to show his strength to you. Despite this, he wouldn't really tease, more lord it over you so that you could show him your thanks.
Were you to ask him why he'd always kill them so brutally, he'd simply shake his head at you 'What's a spider to the dragon? You're far more important.'
Aerion's protectiveness was different to his fathers', he had no fear of a spider actually hurting you. He wanted you to see that he was capable of killing it, and of saving you.
Daeron -
Daeron gives a sigh when you ask, he really does not like spiders. If it could hurt him, he wasn't a fan. Regardless, he got up and went to look.
'Fuck that' Daeron was swearing and staggering about, but he still moved to shoo the creature away with whatever he could use. He desperately wanted to help you, he knew you wouldn't feel comfortable with the spider still in your chambers.
He chucked a glass over the creature as fast as possible, asking you politely if you'd guide him to the nearest window whilst he shakily held the parchment and glass.
Telling Daeron you were proud would be all he needed to hear, knowing he did something for you, and did it well was all of the reward he wanted.
Raymun -
Raymun gave you a big smile as he scooped the spider into his hands, he thought these little creatures were the best. Though he was empathetic to your fear despite not really getting it.
Raymun would talk to you about how useful spiders were in his orchards, controlling the insect population helped for a rich harvest. He might get a little carried away, but he'd always stop if you asked.
He'd take you for a morning walk around the orchards, pointing out the webs covered in dew as you went. Raymun thought this might help you with your fear, but he loved when you'd come to him for help regardless.
Give Raymun a hug, a kiss or the promise of more as thanks and he'll blush as red as an apple. He may even be bold enough to place a little one where you'll find it, being perfectly chivalrous in coming to your rescue.
I Can Show You How I Feel - Maekar x Curvy Fem!Reader
Summary - Your husband had always been obsessive over your body, but now after three children, you question whether his feelings had changed.
Contents - Smut / Heavy on the breeding kink / Body dysmorphia
a/n - This is based off an imagine I wrote, and there's also a Baelor version :) Please hit me up with requests.
It's hard not to check in the mirror sometimes, run your hand over each little mark and imperfection. You'd worked hard to not associate your husbands' moods as being caused by you, but he keeps rolling over in bed. Every evening, for a week. It was unlike Maekar to not take you every day, even your sheerest nightgown got nothing out of him.
You kept telling yourself that it's just stress, that he loves the way you look, he wouldn't be so possessive over you for no reason. Maekar had his own struggles with his appearance, all it took was you kissing his cheek rather than his lip, and he'd sulk before asking if you'd realised how repulsive his pox-marked, scarred body was. So he'd understand, and he'd be reasonable in listening to you. Convincing yourself of this, you were determined to address it this evening.
He was reading by the fire, his lone armchair pulled up to the light. A nightly ritual of your husbands, Maekar regularly fell asleep where he sat and looked very cute whilst doing it.
'Maekar, can I talk to you for a few moments?' He gave you a firm 'yes' in response, he'd never been a man of many words, but he always knew how to use them.
'Why are you avoiding making love to me?'
'I've been busy alright, I'm tired.' He stared into the fire, his tiredness was visible, but you had to be sure.
'I get it, I do. But you've been tired before and I liked taking care of you then. Are you sure it isn't to do with me?'
'It's not.'
'Do you find me unattractive now is that it? I know three children hasn't been easy on my body, but I always thought you loved my curves.'
'You know woman, you say some utter shit sometimes' He looked up to you, his attempt at humour was very ill-timed, the tears welling in your eyes made him feel like a monster. He placed his book to the side, sighing, he patted his lap 'Come here, sweetheart'.
You obliged him, snuggling in you tucked your head under his chin. It was scary, the prospect of him no longer finding you attractive was overwhelming. He took your head in his hand, gently wiping away brewing tears and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. 'It's okay, petal' he brought his lips to your ear 'You look delicious'. Maekar gave your thigh a pinch, chuckling at the playful slap you placed on his chest.
'I promise you, I've just been tired. These boys will be the death of me.'
'Not if they kill me first.'
You sat in companionable silence with him for a little while, he struggled with conversations like these, Maekar's love for you had always been displayed in acts of service. He would often read to you like this, but not tonight. After a few minutes, it had become impossible to ignore the growing hardness you felt beneath his trousers. 'We should get some sleep Maekar.' He held you down as you went to rise.
'It's hard for me to put it into words, I can't quite grasp that you don't see yourself the way I see you. I should say it more, you're beautiful, you're the mother herself.'
'You're sweet, Maekar, I shouldn't have-'
'No, you should. You think your curves are unattractive?'
He was whispering to you now 'You've probably noticed how I feel about your curves, sweetheart.' Maekar's hands were gently caressing your stomach 'I can show you how I feel, and put another heir in you whilst I do it.'
'Are you able? You said you were tired, and aren't you getting a little old to be putting heirs in me?' Teasing him is always delightful, your husband was incredibly sensitive about his virility.
Maekar shot up, the groan he let out betraying his age, lifting you in his arms he strode over to the bed 'oh you'll see how "able" this tired old man is, beautiful.' He placed you down by the foot of the bed, spreading your legs slightly with his knee he began the work of stripping you. 'I don't know what you're laughing at woman, you're about to be walking funny.' You could see his self-satisfied smile in the mirror, he'd never admit to enjoying the way you tease to rile him up.
Your dress hit the floor, Maekar ripped your shift off of your body, pulling your nude form against his chest. Pressing kisses against your neck and shoulders, one of his hands wandered across your hips and your stomach, the other went straight to your clit. Just as he began to draw moans from your lips he stepped back, giving your ass a slap and pushing you onto the bed.
You could hear him unbuttoning his doublet, he was groaning at the sight of you on all fours. Shirtless he crawled up behind you, taking a fistful of your hair Maekar gently pushed your face into the mattress. 'Oh Gods, you're all mine' His words were well used, as always. Maekar placed a firm slap to your ass, chuckling with amusement at the yelp you let out. You felt him spread your cheeks and spit into your cunt, using his fingers to spread the wetness to your clit. The sensation of him licking down the length of your pussy was almost too much to bear, it send shudders through your body.
Maekar was pushing his face into you hard enough to shove you down the bed, as he sloppily sucked and licked at your clit. Needy hands groped and pinched at your ass whilst he spread you for himself. Eating you from behind, Maekar wanted you to soak him, and he was going to get his wish. He moved to your hole now, whilst relentlessly fucking you with his tongue he reached underneath to rub your clit, moaning as he felt you tense around him. The steady building toward orgasm exploded with the use of his hands, your legs trembled around him as you pushed your cunt back into his face, screaming his name as the orgasm ripped through you.
He kept eating, the overstimulation turning you into his little fucktoy, all you could sense was him. Maekar stood up, turning onto your back you could see his entire face, his beard was slick with you. His eyes were burning with desire 'I'm not done tasting you yet.' Only managing to give him a nod in your dazed state, Maekar dropped his trousers. His cock was throbbing, twitching as he cast his eyes over your dripping hole, Maekar licked you off his lips before crawling back up the bed.
He kissed and bit his way up your thighs, across your stomach, up to your breasts. His hands fondled whilst he nipped and sucked at your nipples, his eyes made you feel like a prey animal being hunted, you were entirely at his mercy. A hand slid around your neck, and your hands were pinned above your head as Maekar left bruising bites on your tits. He always managed to be gentle in his roughness, possessiveness and a desire to prove himself as a husband fuelled his love-making.
'Only I can fuck you like this.' You had no teasing remarks to give him now, only your tongue as he told you to taste yourself. Thick fingers sliding in and out of your mouth as you sucked them clean 'Mmm you like that don't you, that's my girl.' Maekar could never degrade you in his bed, all his words for you would only ever be praise.
He collapsed on his back, pumping his cock in his hand a few times. Moving to straddle him, Maekar didn't put it in, instead curling his finger to beckon you to where he needed you. You lowered yourself over his face, and reached for his cock. Trying not to release your weight over him was proving difficult, you were shuddering with each lick he took. Maekar's hands were on your thighs, pulling you lower and lower.
'For fucks sake stop fighting me woman.'
He won, your weight sunk over his face as his grip on your thighs tightened. All you could focus on was rocking your hips back and forth, Maekar was groaning like an animal underneath you. Leaning your torso town you got to play with him at long last, kissing your way down the trail of white hair that led to his cock. Pushing his foreskin back you took licks across his sensitive head, feeling him twitch beneath you, your other hand stroked him at his thick base. This was bliss, you were gagging him down now, getting as deep as you could whilst sloppily sucking him off. Maekar always found it cute that you'd never managed to fit him all in your mouth, he never cared, knowing he could stetch your little pussy until he felt your cervix.
He was getting close, you felt his groaning reverberate through your cunt. Focusing on lapping at his head, the thrusting of his hips into your mouth felt delicious, his precum coating your lips. Until he pulled you upright, and lifted you off him. Maekar took a moment to recover, moving to stand at the side of the bed, you followed him. Kneeling before him he stopped you from kissing and licking his dick with a hand around your throat 'I want to fuck a babe into you, I'm not painting your pretty mouth with my seed' Even your pouting could not persuade him.
'Did I say that you could waste this?'
He had you suck his fingers, he scraped them down your tongue before wiping up his leftover cum on your lips. Pushing you back, he buried his fingers deep inside you, curling toward your belly to hit your spot and have you writhe underneath him.
'Now, how do you want to be fucked? Would you like me to breed you?'
It was impossible not to smile at him like this, Maekar was obsessed with filling you up, yet he always managed to make asking for your permission so hot. 'I want you to breed me, however you want to.' He lent over, placing a pillow on the middle of the bed.
'Get comfy, on your stomach.'
One of his favourites, he adored fucking you in a collapsed doggy style. You settled with the pillow under your hips, feeling Maekar cover you. He made you feel so small under him, he adored getting to kiss your neck and whisper such obscene things to you, all whilst feeling your ass recoil as he fucked you. Maekar stroked his cock through your pussy, making sure he was nice and wet, pushing into you his sigh of relief nearly made you finish. He came to rest on his elbows, placing little kisses and bites to your ear. A slow and gentle rhythm to start, he always took the time to get you used to him.
'You're doing so well, you take me so well' You couldn't fight the noises his thick cock drew out of you, your moaning and whining matching his sighs and guttural groans. He sped up, hearing the slapping of your skin only made him fuck you harder and harder. You felt yourself stretch around him, the sensation was deliciously overwhelming. Maekar was biting your neck, holding you in place by your shoulders as he sped up his pounding. 'Do you want to be bred? Do you want me to fuck another babe into you?'
He was overwhelming your senses, pounding your g-spot over and over again until you were putty in his hands 'please, Maekar, please.' He knew what you wanted, and he knew he could chose when to give it to you.
'Your curves make you perfect, you hear me? Perfect to hold, perfect to fuck, perfect for carrying our heirs.' He was growling at you, fucking you so hard you had no chance of answering him with anything but a moan of his name. 'I'm going to make you cream for me now, Princess' Maekar's voice, pace, his angle was relentless, you were shaking and crying his name as the waves of pleasure shook you. It was heavenly, his cock drew your orgasm out until you felt like he was a part of you.
He grew sloppy now, his thrusts getting harder and harder as his grip around your shoulders became vice-like. Maekar got so loud before he finished, groaning your name over and over with no shame for whoever could hear. Maekar thrust into you hard enough to hit your cervix, your surprised gasp sending him over the edge, he came with a loud 'fuuck', you felt his warm seed spilling into you.
Maekar stayed like that for a while, he always did. Whispering to you about how 'We can't go wasting anything, sweetheart'. He took the time to kiss your shoulder blades, you felt quite how drenched his face was.
'You must be exhausted.'
'Mmm but I've got you underneath me.'
He chose this movement to give you a thrust for good measure, smiling into your skin at how you laughed. He pulled out of you, collapsing and inviting you to lay on his chest.
'I wasn't too rough was I?'
'No, that was perfect'
He placed a kiss to your forehead, Maekar always managed to fuck your worries away.
I Wish To Take You All In - Baelor x Curvy Fem!Reader
Summary - After expressing your doubts and insecurities about your body, Baelor reminds you of the depth of his feelings.
Contents - Smut / mentions of body dysmorphia / implied age difference
a/n - This is based off this! imagine that I wrote the other day :) Please hit up my inbox if you have any ATOTSK dilf thoughts lmao
It weighed on you more than you'd like to admit, you were the wife of the heir to the Iron Throne and you looked like this. He cared for you, he would not be so gentle if he didn't. The thoughts wouldn't leave you though, that he was doing you a kindness with his compliments, that in this originally political marriage, he lay with you out of political duty.
You were convinced that you could get an honest answer from him if you brought him an honest question, Baelor wouldn't lie to you, this you could be sure of. Finding him in his study, it dawned on you that this might be your only chance to catch him alone today.
'Husband, might I disturb you for a few moments?'
'Of course, my dearest, what troubles you?' His quill was down in an instant, his eyes meeting yours. He knew something was up, he could always sense it in you.
'Might I ask you something in earnest, so that I can hear your honest answer?' You saw his brows furrow, his head tilting at you quizzically, though his smile never faltered.
'Well, I suppose that depends what it is' He got a chuckle out of you, and a flash of the irritated, loving smile that drove him crazy.
'I sometimes feel as though you had the prettiest women in Westeros pining over you, you must have felt irritated at having to wed me, and lay with me too, all for the sake of politics. We both know that I'm not like those women who'd have gladly loved you, I'm too big, I have stretch marks all over my body, and I don't have a pretty face. All that I want to know is, do you do all of this out of kindness? I could imagine that, that you pity me. And, I can't help but wonder if laying with me is repulsive to you. Sorry, I realise you probably didn't think I'd say that.'
Baelor had risen and walked to your side, he slid his hands around your waist, pulling you close enough that you could not avoid his gaze.
'Firstly, you are the most beautiful woman in Westeros, and I know you will not believe me but that does not stop it from being true.' Baelor looked shaken, he was devastated that you could feel this way, and if he'd been the cause.
'I don't know if you remember, sweetheart, during our courtship I spent half of my time being excused so I could relieve myself from what the sight of you did to me, that was not of kindness' his fingers were gently caressing your cheek, drinking in your eyes.
'You were made just for me, just perfectly for me. There's no other who was made for me, no one else like you. Your soft cheeks, your stomach, your hips, they were all made to tempt me into being very ungentlemanly with you' He had managed to break a smile out of you.
'There she is, my beautiful girl. I envy those who get to look at you for the first time, though I am proud that only I get to see you like this' His hand was tracing around the neckline of your dress, his other around your waist. The distance between you had been closed, Baelor gently took your face in his hand, raising you to kiss him.
'I thought, if you've nothing to do my love, I might give you a practical answer to your last question?' He observed your smile and gentle nod intently before kissing you again, deeper and yet all the more gentle. He moved behind you, rocking you gently in his arms as he peppered kisses down your neck.
'I wondered whether you might strip for me? I wish to take you all in.'
Such a request was startling, but his little kisses, his wondering hands all over your skirts made you certain his motive was genuine. 'I'd like that, Baelor, would you help me?' He deftly unlaced you, a ritual he had completed many times now. Once you were able to continue alone however, he released you, and returned to sit at his desk.
'Keep going, my darling, please' There was urgency and need in his voice, yet he always seemed so controlled, even in his lust. He made you feel like a work of art, not some prey animal, as he stared and groaned appreciatively whilst you stripped.
You were down to your shift now, he was sipping his wine and looking you up and down with fire in his eyes. 'You're as bright and beautiful as a summers' day, you know that?'
His compliments never failed to make you blush, despite the length of your marriage, Baelor had a way to make the ordinary feel so exciting. You were naked now, totally bare before his piercing eyes. It did not make you feel insecure, he did not make you feel insecure. 'You've seen me naked a hundred times before'.
'Mmm I have, and every time gets better than the last. Would you please go and lay on your back sweetheart' He gestured to the bed, asking so politely it would have been impossible to refuse him. You complied, resting your head up on the pillows so you could see him stare back at you.
'Touch yourself for me'
You thought maybe with the distance he wouldn't see the flush across your cheeks, it almost felt silly being displayed like this before him. Your hands slowly worked down your body, slowing to caress your nipples, you saw him smiling at you. Your hands found your clit, circling and rubbing as you moaned to the thought of him walking over to you from the desk. He didn't move.
The minutes felt like hours, but there he sat drinking and groaning as you pleasured yourself.
'I want to see you finish.' Gods his smile, cheeky was the right word, Baelor knew just how 'ungentlemanly' he was being to you.
You weren't going to deny his request though, rubbing yourself harder and harder until you shuddered through your orgasm, calling his name desperately. This had flicked the switch.
Baelor downed his wine in one swig, slamming the glass to the table. He rose, gently sliding the chair back under the desk. He was a few feet away, yet it felt like miles. He stripped himself as he walked to the foot of the bed, pausing to ensure he was fully nude. Stroking himself whilst he stood over you, it dawned on you that questioning his enjoyment of this may have been a mistake.
'I'm going to have to eat you alive I'm afraid beautiful' His scarred, muscled body was pulsating under his touch. Baelor crawled up the bed, his thick length pressing into you as he settled. His kisses were so deep, so consuming, his tongue intertwining with yours before he moved to plant kisses along your jaw. He placed a gentle bite to your earlobe, before dipping to plant love bites on your neck and chest. He went to your breasts next, fondling, licking, and sucking until you were groaning his name.
It was obvious that he slowed his movement when he got to your stomach, Baelor was taking time to kiss over your stretch marks, licking down your skin as though you were an aphrodisiac. To him you were an aphrodisiac, your skin, your smell, the way his name sounds when moaned from your lips all drove him to consume you.
He licked and kissed his way from your belly button to your cunt, spreading you open, he licked from your opening to your clit again and again, spreading your wetness all over. He concentrated on tonguefucking you now, wrapping his arms under your thighs to rest on your stomach, he was relentless in finding your spot. If you weren't writhing and twitching under him, he wasn't doing enough.
He went to your clit, drawing wide circles before licking you up down, giving you a wink as your eyes met his. His fingers began to work away at you, curling them he felt you tense around him. He was going to make you finish explosively and there was nothing you could do but lie back and ride the wave of pleasure. Screaming his name, he did not stop, feasting on you long after your orgasm subsided.
His beard was soaked, he licked his lips and his fingers before coming back up to you.
'See that?' He was purring at you, his words were deliciously laced with desire. He used two fingers on your chin to turn your head to the right, the mirror.
'I want to take you in front of it, I want to see every inch of you' He probably did enjoy lying with you, it was hard to think anything else at this point.
Baelor flipped you over, oh so gently pushing your shoulders down, and pulling your ass up for him. He covered you with his body, coming down to whisper in your ear 'The only problem with this, is that I don't get to see your pretty little face' You had lost all control now, grinding your hips back, so desperate to feel his thick cock push you open.
'Patience my love' He was positioning you so he could see your whole frame in the mirror, turning your head to the right so you could see what he did. He stroked through your pussy, wetting his cock 'Oh you're so eager aren't you, princess?' He accepted your shaky nod as an answer, and gently pushed himself into you.
You saw the look of pure pleasure spread across his face, as did he on yours. You were growing fond of that mirror. His eyes were scanning all over you, over how your stomach rocked back and forth with each thrust. Baelor was unrelenting, fucking you as his hands delighted in squeezing your hips and his ears revelled in hearing the two of you slap together.
'Have you got a third, I wonder?'
His fingers were there before you could process what was happening, your senses had all blended into the feeling of his cock pounding in and out of you, you were screaming at the addition of his fingers. He held you up now, against his torso, lazily slobbering kisses into your neck whilst he fucked and rubbed you. Your third of the night shook through you with screams, you didn't think you could soak him anymore than you already had. Collapsing, he took your weight and flipped you over into missionary. He wanted to finish whilst looking at you, his panting and groaning becoming harder and faster. Taking your face so gently in his hand, he kissed you, finishing with a guttural roar of your name.
Baelor collapsed next to you, pulling you onto his chest, the both of you drenched in sweat and each other. You lay like that a while, the sound of his breathing was the perfect comfort.
'So, do you think I find laying with you repulsive, my love?'
a/n - This is incredibly self-indulgent of me lmao, I wrote a Baelor fic inspired by this here, and also a Maekar version !
Baelor -
After seeing you struggle with your clothes he makes sure everything you wear is tailored perfectly, loving to surprise you with dresses in your favourite colours
If you're feeling down about your appearance, his plans for the day are changed instantly, letters can wait, you can not. You'll be on his lap as he reads to you within minutes.
He'll never shy away from declaring your beauty to others, nothing brings him more happiness than seeing you blush at his compliments
Will always hold you tenderly when you dance, his thumb drawing circles on your waist and your hips
Baelor adores the way your stomach and your arms look in dresses, you'll routinely catch him staring at you simply moving around the room, telling you that you're 'made just perfectly for me'
NSFW -
His priority is always your pleasure in the bedroom, finding positions that you're happy and comfortable in, making you feel confident that he adores all of you.
Baelor loves taking you in front of a mirror, he wants to take in your whole form as he makes love to you, watching how your body reacts and ripples with every thrust.
Kissing down your body to eat you out, he'll always slow down at your stomach, kissing and licking slowly, savouring the noises it draws out of you.
Slipping nightgowns and lingerie amongst his presents for you is his secret little joy, knowing how you'll let him fuck you whilst you look so pretty, all dressed up for him.
Scared of getting on top? Baelor is determined to work through your fears until you're riding like a dragon master, it was mostly selfless in motive, mostly.
When he's feeling particularly horny he'll ask you to strip for him, sitting at his desk and watching. He gets to take in every inch of you this way, even more so when he asks you to touch yourself for him. Who knows how long he'll make you wait for him for.
If you were to admit that you doubted he loved your appearance in the bedroom, it only wills him to be that much more passionate, laying you down gently on the bed, kissing everywhere on your body that he can reach and drawing more and more orgasms out of you.
Maekar -
Maekar sees your figure as the most divine thing on the planet, any dull letters he had to write, meetings he had to attend where all improved by having you to stare at.
He may not always be willing to dance, but his hand will never leave you, if he can help it. An arm around your hip as you walk, a hand on your thigh as you sit, resting his hand on your stomach as you cuddle
If he were to hear someone comment negatively on your appearance, he would need to be removed from the room very quickly, particularly after what happened the first time.
It might seem like he didn't know how to comfort you about feeling insecure, but he simply cannot understand how you don't know you're the most beautiful woman alive. Regardless, he will hold you until you feel better.
Whatever it is you're wearing, a nightgown, a perfect dress, or one of his shirts, he starts each day by telling you how beautiful he thinks you look.
NSFW -
To Maekar you are the mother reincarnated, sent to him solely to tempt him into fucking babes into you. A figure like yours is meant to be worshipped, and he intends to.
Walk into any room, he'll be biting his finger and covering his groin from view, what had you done to him.
Maekar's obsession with your figure materialises in how he loves your hips, stomach and thighs. He'll grip onto your hips whilst he fucks you, kneading and squeezing your skin. He'll press his hand down onto your stomach so that you can feel all of him, and whisper so softly about how he's going to fill you with his heirs.
And your thighs - he'll pick them up and encourage you to wrap them around his head whilst he eats you out, please squeeze him, he's right where he wants to be.
He's a bit of a feeder, but wouldn't admit to it. He loved watching you eat messy pastries, cream around your lips was sweet torture to him, imagining how he could wipe his precum all around your sweet little mouth later that evening.
Oh? You don't think he enjoys having sex with you? Thinking that, let alone saying it was a mistake, and Maekar would take the next few hours to convince you of that.
Don't Let the Fire Go Out Part 2 - Maekar x Fem! Reader
Painting - Godspeed by Edmund Blair Leighton
Link to part I
Summary - Having received an invitation to Summerhall, the tension between you and the Prince builds as you battle the Maekarlings mischief at the beginning of your courtship
Contents - MDNI 18+ / Slow Burn / Implied Smut / Sexual tension / Maekar is a slightly less nervous pervert / Implied age gap / Violence / Descriptions of Vomiting
a/n - This will likely be in four parts I feel. Also please hit up the inbox if you have any Maekar thoughts whilst I am writing this
There was a large purple bruise on your lower back, a reminder of what a ridiculous evening you had last night, facing the new day with an offer to spend the summer with Prince Maekar. Should you even go? How would you tell your family? What would your late husband's family think of such a choice?
You’d heard tale of what ‘princely behavior’ was amongst Targaryen men, and you’d been married before. You were not naive to the realities of courting a nobleman, but you’re not courting him. Are you? No, you could see the beauty of Summerhall, and perhaps learn a little more about this prince before returning home.
The mirror shows a grown woman and yet your thoughts sound like your 16-year-old self. You had chosen, wait a week or two and then leave for Summerhall, so as not to appear overly interested. You mostly needed the time to control your own thoughts and feelings, one night spent imagining him in your bed had left you burning for more. You didn’t trust yourself to tell him this, and you knew your family would jump for joy at this news, so you handed a note to a house squire passing by.
_________________________________________
He had been pacing his chambers all morning, his back crunching with every turn. Falling off a wall was no laughing matter at his age, and he felt his age all the more in how he was groaning about it. At least he’d dodged Baelor’s questioning, having scraped enough mud off his boots to get away with only embarrassing himself in front of you. Would you enjoy him taking you under the open sky he wondered, what a shameful thing to think about such a petal.
A knock at his chamber door interrupted his daydreaming, Maekar found himself checking his appearance before answering, a ritual he had not performed for many years. Upon cracking the door open, the disappointment on his face was plain for all to see, he took the note from the young man over to the light by the window. He felt genuine fear at opening it. What if he had offended you with his obvious lusting at dinner?
He saw the clunky dot of ink on the ‘M’ first. You had paused to think while writing his name, maybe you were thinking about him. The note was unadorned, practical, no unnecessary asides, Maekar had hoped to assess your feelings from it, but at least you were coming.
A week until you traveled, he ran his finger over the writing, sighing and pocketing the paper. Patience had never been amongst his virtues, he debated whether to bargain with chivalry that it was safer for you to travel today, but he decided against it. He did not want to appear overly interested.
________________________________________
Dorne was strikingly beautiful, you thought, windswept and open. Summerhall was too, only lightly fortified the castle suited its surroundings, and suited its prince too.
It was a gorgeous day, Maekar was soaking in the sunlight outside at the time of your arrival, you had definitely been expected. Your guards were excused to have their horses watered and groomed; your bags were already being offloaded. ‘How was your journey my Lady?’ He had instinctively taken the bag you carried in his hand, his eyes never once leaving your own.
‘Good! Thank you your Grace, I love being out under the sky, but I must admit I’m glad to arrive’ Travelling with your dutiful, and for the most part silent guards had left you excited at the prospect of company.
‘I must warn you, as you well know my children can be rather... Unruly. Daella and Rhae are slightly overexcited at the prospect of your arrival, if they bother you, please my Lady, protect your own peace’ Day drinking and climbing over garden walls were not that bad you thought, but the tiredness behind Maekar’s eyes made you take this request seriously.
‘I promise I will, but I am excited to meet them.’ The two of you had tempted fate; the girls were running toward the pair of you as fast as their little legs could carry them. The elder stopped by her father's side whilst the younger ran straight into your skirts, her arms squeezing the fabric with all her might. ‘Well, this is a very warm welcome indeed’ You laughed, returning her embrace enthusiastically, she squeezed you all the tighter.
‘How did you two get past your lady’s maid this time?’ You sensed from the smirk on his face that his daughters got away with more than his sons, even the mighty Anvil could not say no to those little faces.
‘They do no harm your Grace, I can remember doing far worse when my brother brought his beloved to our home’ Maekar’s eyes went wide, you realised in horror what you had just insinuated ‘Gods! I did not mean that-’
‘Father was right, you are very pretty’ Daella had chosen this moment to interject. Maekar looked as though he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
He had told them about you? And that he thought you were pretty. You wanted to rationalise this, try and control yourself; he likely just said it to warm the girls to your presence within the home. One of you had to say something, and it clearly wasn’t going to be him, his scowl could’ve cut through stone.
‘Do you two know where my chambers are? Can you show me?’ Daella and Rhae were overjoyed to lead you by the hand, leaving Maekar to follow behind you, quietly cursing himself as he went.
The chamber was gorgeous, light streamed in through large windows. Overlooking the training yard, you could see your guards fraternizing with Targaryen troops.
‘Girls, give the poor woman some space now’ They had already begun to ‘help’ you unpack but begrudgingly complied with their father. They had left just the pair of you standing in the room, Maekar moved to gently place your last bag down.
‘Children say the funniest of things’ It did not relax him, with things already fucked you toyed with the idea of kissing him to see if he’d been truthful. He simply nodded his head and turned to leave. Well, that was a good start, maybe you should stay packed.
No call to dinner came to you, which honestly felt like a relief. You were unsure if you were ready to face talking to him again, let alone the whole family at once.
Your curiosity about this gorgeous place was building though, and your habit of creeping through halls at night had become second nature at this point. The place was grand, albeit a bit of a maze, the mental note of your twists and turns became longer and longer. The red and black was a little severe compared to your house’s colours, but it looked good here.
A sound came from a room you just passed. Darting to place your back to the wall, you peeked, nervous about being caught sneaking about. A young man was passed out cold on his back, gurgling and retching as his drunken body tried desperately to throw up.
Rushing over to him, you fought to push him onto his side so that he wouldn’t choke. He was breathing, thank the Gods. It took a few minutes before he awoke, very drunk, and very out of it. Gently you encouraged him to sit with his back to the wall, he looked at you with utter confusion.
‘You must have had quite a lot to drink, Prince Daeron’ He closed his eyes again, resting his head. ‘I saw the damage you were capable of in our cellars... and our cellar would fit in this room’ He gave a weak smile. The alcohol on his breath alone was enough to get someone tipsy. You’d guessed what was coming next, you handed him a nearby serving bowl and leant him forward. He spewed and heaved whilst you rubbed his back for a few minutes.
‘You’re my saviour’ He looked at you utterly exhausted, you could see from the way he tensed that his stomach must be killing him.
‘My Prince, I think a long sleep will be your saviour right now’ He shut his eyes again, clawing at the wall he moved to rise. If you had not supported him, he would have returned to his seat. ‘Which way to your chamber?’ The following twenty minutes of your life you would never get back, but you reap what you sow for following the directions of a man this drunk. ‘Did you drink enough to pickle yourself? How have you forgotten the way to your chambers’ He was getting heavy now, and loud.
‘Right. Where are your fathers' chambers?’ This sobered him up enough to stand on his own, but not enough that he could escape on his own. His eyes told you exactly which way he didn’t want to go, so that way you both went.
‘I will give- I will give you anything... mm if you can leave me tucked away in a corner somewhere, don’t tell him’ He tried going limp, but he was not going to break your resolve.
‘I’m not leaving you to choke on your own vomit!’ You had reached the dreaded door at long last. You knocked, heard a ‘What?’ barked at you through the door. ‘It’s um, it’s myself and your son Prince Daeron your Grace’ Your patience for courtly manners was wearing thin.
‘Bowl please’ Daeron smiled, still half slumped with an arm around your shoulder. He began to spew again, at least you had brought another bowl. Maekar opened the door now, his face changing from a tired scowl to soft concerned eyes, and then back to a tired scowl. The state of you, Daeron slumped over your now stained gown, his sick bowl being held by your free hand. It felt inappropriate to see him like this, in just his trousers and shirt, you fought to not trail your eyes down his collar to the silver strands of chest hair poking out. Gods his shoulders were so broad.
‘I’m sorry about this fucking circus’ were all the words Maekar had. Once Daeron had finished, he took the young man's weight off you, walking him to his room. The thought of your bed powered you back into your chambers. Was anyone in this family normal?
A knock came at your chamber door after breakfast the next morning. Dareon should be on the mend by this point; you hoped that the ‘incident’ was not a regular occurrence, but you feared the opposite. Maekar showed a guilty look in his eyes as you invited him in.
‘Thank you, you might have saved my boys life last night, he told me all about his “saviour” this morning.’ You had begun to notice how deep and gentle his voice sounded when alone with you.
‘I wasn’t going to leave him there your Grace, even if he did cover me in vomit’ Maekar’s anger at his son momentarily reignited, until he saw you laugh.
‘The actions of my children have not angered or dissuaded you at all?’
‘Dissuaded me from what?’ You chose to push him, you knew precisely what he meant, but the desire to tease it out of his mouth was irresistible. However, you couldn’t control the smirk that spread across your face as he closed a little of the distance between you.
‘Well, if you’re not dissuaded, sweetheart, perhaps you’ll join me for a walk.’ The teasing tone he took was evil, he gave you no satisfaction and all of it all at once. He extended an arm expectantly, your hand settled onto his thick bicep after linking with him.
_________________________________________
Maekar woke up and stared at the ceiling, what a bloody fuck up this whole thing had been. He’d spoken to the children, they didn’t listen, he’d expected that to happen. But, Daeron, oh Daeron. Maekar had admitted to himself that he did not know how to help the boy, and he did not know how to apologise to you. Showing you the gardens, and having dinner with you, just with you. He dwelled on what you had said to him and his girls, if you really felt for him. He was longing to wake up with you next to him, perhaps getting to lazily make love to you each morning.
How were you so magnanimous? He had thanked you for helping his son, and you were entirely unphased by what you had done. He found your calm nature impressive, and comforting, but how had his children’s behaviour not bothered you in the slightest?
‘Dissuaded me from what?’ Oh, how cute, you thought that you could tease him, you had only given Maekar the courage to bite back.
‘Well, if you’re not dissuaded, sweetheart, perhaps you’ll join me for a walk.’
He was taking his time walking the gardens with you, asking you about your favourite plants, how you liked this time of the year and other such courtesy.
Many might’ve thought him too much of a stern old soldier for the flowery language of courtship, but Maekar wanted to do or say anything that would make you look up at him with that smile or let out a little giggle at his unfunny jokes. Maekar knew you must be doing him a kindness; such a petal deserved betterthan this. .
______________________________________
‘Have you got a favourite flower, your Grace? Or are you too tough for such talk?’ You were beaming at him, your newfound confidence to tease this scowling gentle giant was proving very fun.
‘Absolutely not.’ He remained pan-faced, oh, but the urge to press him was too strong. You shot him a look from the corner of your eye, he gave a groaning sigh back at you.
‘Well, I haven’t ever given it much thought’ He turned from you, bending down he paused before rising with a small field daisy in his hand. It looked truly hysterical, so tiny and delicately held between his rough fingers.
‘See, these grow everywhere, they grow on battlefields even. But I think they’re the finest.’ The mighty Anvil took a step toward you, daisy in hand. Gently, he tucked your hair back and placed the daisy behind your ear.
Gods. Dear Gods. You weren’t meant to be falling like this, for little charms and chivalry. You were wise to the world, these things shouldn’t be undoing you so. Were you somewhere secluded, would he take you like this? Gather up your skirts and fuck into you with a little daisy in your hair. How was such a tough man so gentle with you?
He offered you his arm to keep walking, you took his hand instead.
You might have to confess one day, that every morning, you sat in the window nook of your chambers. The fresh breeze through the open window, the light streaming in, and the sight of him training in the yard below.
You embroidered in-between staring, in case he were to look up and see you leaning toward the window, so you might hear him grunting and groaning. He trained in full armour most days, but the real treat was when he trained in hand-to-hand combat. His hair messy from the sweat, his skin shimmering. The noises he made led your mind far, far away from that little training yard.
You cursed realising you could add nothing more to your current piece, you weren’t quite ready to part from the view just yet. Hmm, a better plan crossed your mind. Walking out to the yard you saw Maekar pause, raising his visor and walking to you. Aerion was out here with him, drilling with the master-at-arms, Aegon was slaying a mighty practice dummy with a wooden sword. ‘You’re looking strong’
He gave you a little laugh back at you ‘I don’t particularly feel it anymore, but thank you’
‘I thought I might give you my favour today, if you would like it’ You showed him daisies embroidered on a scrap of red and black cloth, he saw it and gave you a smile.
‘Tie it to my shoulder, I’ll win for you my Lady’ Maekar’s armour was petrifying, it exacerbated his already large frame, but the spikes gave you a nice place to tie your favour down. On his left shoulder, he gave it a look, you clapped his visor down.
‘Go and win for me good knight!’
You realised Aerion had watched this interaction closely, he closed his visor, his armour was utterly grotesque to look at. Aegon was at your side now, ready to watch. ‘Who’s going to win Aegon?’
‘Hmm, father I hope’ He sat on the wooden fence, kicking his little legs through the air.
You leant in and whispered to him ‘I hope so too.’ _________________________________________
Daisies, you had taken time to embroider daisies onto a red fabric, likely as you watched him train from your chamber, he thought. Maekar liked to put on a show for you, and today he had to win. Aerion occasionally mocked his father's age and strength whilst they trained, usually Maekar was unbothered by it. He tended to best the boy most of the time, but today he had to win, you thought him strong. Daisies on his left shoulder.
‘Are you finished with her?’
Maekar knew the little shit liked to work his way under his skin, they began to circle each other, Aerion charged first, swinging his flail toward Maekar’s chest. A miss, easily batted away with a shield. The boy swung again, and again, and again. His predictability was particularly stupid today, Maekar noticed, then he saw you, anxiously tapping your hands against the fence as you watched.
‘Oh fuck me...mmm’ Everyone had seen the blow coming, everyone heard the steel ring, except for Maekar that is. He gathered himself up from the floor, Aerion was striking far too hard for a training bout.
‘That little whore really has weakened you’
He smacked a blow to Aerion’s ribs, following through with a shield bash to the boy's chest. Aerion came back; Maekar knew now that his son was aiming for your favour with each and every blow he dealt. He was not going to entertain these childish games, his mace came down hard and fast onto Aerion’s elbow. He questioned how a son of his could say such a thing of you, he would not get away with it.
The flail hit the floor, Aerion tried to come at Maekar with just a shield in hand, an error of judgement to say the least. He was tripped up and had Maekar’s boot looming over his shield arm before, wisely, yielding. Maekar pulled his son from the floor, and bent down to his ear ‘I don't believe your actions are as big and clever as you seem to think they are, you little brat’ Aerion was swiftly released. He looked to see you applauding him as he strode back over.
‘That was incredibly impressive, my favour was well placed’ Your little smile was melting him. Maekar found himself full of pride, you found him strong, and he was relieved that he could defend you despite his age. Maybe this would help you see that he was still capable of serving as a husband. Looking down at you, he knew he could easily lift you and take you wherever he wanted. What a show he could’ve put on for you as a younger man, in the bed and on the tourney field. ‘Would you like me to take it off your armour now?’
‘Certainly not.’
________________________________________
You were speaking to him after dinner, the mornings training session had left him full of war stories to tell you. He was certainly a brave knight, you sensed that there was something more behind his repeated desire to convince you of his strength. Whilst he looked very handsome telling you of his gallantry, you fancied a little fun. ‘How about a game of Cyvasse for the veteran strategist?’
‘Only if you’re prepared to lose my Lady’ Oh this poor man, he had no idea.
Two of three had gone to you, Prince Maekar had insisted upon playing the final game regardless of the result. ‘You don’t like losing do you, my Prince?’ Your smirk did not get through to him this time.
‘I am fine with losing, honestly, I am simply trying to find out where I am going wrong.’ He moved, you shook your head, and he returned the piece. He sighed, running his hands through his beard as he thought.
‘If I may?’
‘You may.’
‘I find it is mostly a matter of perspective’
‘Mmm, looking from a different position may help’
It was now or never, he was not going to make this move, he wanted you to.
You pushed the armchair back, rising; you trailed your hand around the wooden table as you walked over to him. He followed you like a hawk, all the way round the table. Walking behind his chair, you lend down to his head and scan the board.
‘Hmm, not quite good enough, I can’t quite get your perspective from here’
Trailing a hand down the length of his broad shoulder, you step in front of his chair and slide into his lap. He coils like a spring, tensing every muscle in his body. You heard him grip the armrests, his knuckles white. ‘Well, lets see then, shall we?’ You were sitting across him, so you could wrap an arm behind his head and rub his shoulder. Oh you could feel it now, the thick hardness bulging into you threatened to rip through Maekar’s trousers.
‘See my Prince, moving your elephant here would cripple my game’
Unwrapping your arm, you swung your legs either side of his to face forward. Leaning forward you drove more weight through your ass, giving him a full view of your backside to your head as you reached to move the piece for him.
Spinning around to take in the unfaltering scowl that was failing to hide both his attraction and his fear, you brought your mouth to his ear.
‘I find, my Prince, the secret lies in staying calm.’
prguitarman
titsay
jbbartram-illu
gummygunk
andulkaphoto
vaporwave