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𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 :: touching/biting/kissing which of these akotsk men's specific body parts entices them? based on this request!
𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: aerion, valarr, duncan, maekar, baelor, lyonel, raymun, daeron, roland, donnel.
𝑐𝑤 :: 17+
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒏 ‘𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆’ 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 ━━━ neck
aerion is very withdrawn. sure, he boasts, but what prince doesn’t? nature-wise, he’s withdrawn, isolated from the rest of the world, and believes he’ll stay so. until he meets you, and you prove to him just how wrong he is. no woman he’s bedded ever dared to touch his neck, let alone come near it with their lips — until you, his lady-wife, do. the moment your soft lips graze his neck, pliant, lullying, safe, it sets his very bones aflame, he deems, as he throws his head back like a dragon in heat, succumbing to your mercy. mercy he thought he never needed and was above it — only to realize how much he wasn’t. he lets you guide his hot body onto the sheets of your marital bed, hissing at the coolness that, in truth, did very little to calm his blazing heart. his dominant hand grasps your head, guiding you to his desire. tears well up when you comply; no questioning, no damn shame — just love and compliance from his one true love. he cries when your other hand reaches for his shaft, eagerly guiding yourself onto it. this is to be one very long and pleasurable night.
𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 ━━━ forearm
this targaryen prince loves being reliable, especially to his wife. what started as you grasping his forearm to steady yourself and not fall whilst stepping out of your carriage, turned into you touching him when you needed his reliability more enticingly. it became a cue of sorts. after a particularly long ball, with your feet aching from all the dancing and your mind buzzing from all the chatter, you reach for your husband’s forearm, looking up at him expectantly. not long after, he’s excusing himself from the attendees and leading you to your chambers. that night, he makes love to you sweetly, reassuringly, not wanting to overwhelm you even more. he’s taken you like this many, many times. the knowledge that you grasp onto him when you need him makes valarr more aroused than any nightgown ever could, than any flirtatious action ever did. your bond and trust are his undoing.
𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍 ━━━ face
dunk is weak for closeness. he yearns for it, even without knowing what it fully means. nothing arouses duncan more than love. due to his height, rarely has anyone ever been close to his face out of loving reasons, and more so out of malice — until he meets you. the first time you cardle his big, bruised face between your gentle hands after the trial of seven, cleaning the blood from it, duncan’s breathing slows and all he can do is watch your tenderness through his good eye, knowing he’s in trouble. his hands reach out, situating themselves on your hips, pulling you closer to his seated form. the giant knight’s eyes roll back when your soft lips find his battered ones and he looks up into the clear skies, thanking the heavens for bringing you to him. he desperately pulls you closer, almost making you tumble. your body shudders nervously when your clothed core brushes against his growing erection, realizing to what extent your gentle cardeling has affected duncan.
𝒎𝒂𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓 ‘𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒍’ 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 ━━━ shoulders
after his second marriage to you, maekar believed it would be impossible to love you — his shoulders would tense at the mere thought of you, another burden on them, and another appearance to keep up. once you notice, you decide not to let him walk with that tension any longer. the first night that your palms find their way onto the firmly set muscles of his shoulders, undoing each of them like a silent reassurance of the sun rising again after the storm — the reassurance he thought himself far grown to need, he comes to realize no appearance would need keeping up, as he begins falling for you then and there. his hands move harshly, pushing the quills and papers off his table with urgency unbecoming of a seasoned prince like him, but maekar doesn't care, as all he needs now is his lady-wife, and desperately at that. he easily maneuvers you onto his desk, spreading you before his eager, violet gaze. when you lift your skirts, he wastes no time in lowering his head to your center and taking what he needs.
𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒓 ‘𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓’ 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 ━━━ hands
somewhere along the lines of you telling him how safe you feel when he holds you and playing with his rings, baelor takes note of a much deeper feeling which your attentiveness to his hands provokes in him. you burst into his solar one busy evening, like all of the prince’s evenings were, but tonight you were insatiable. you gently grasp his hand, moving the quill out of it and setting it aside, then you guide it. baelor observes as you guide his hand to the nape of your neck, down to the swell of your breast, along your hip, and finally between your legs. it is tonight that your husband lets you be so utterly insatiable. a few minutes later, his kind eyes—now overflown with lust and love for you— observe how his thick fingers stretch you in the most filthy yet breath-taking manner. he makes you come a few times like that alone, telling you to take what you wanted without complaint, not fully realizing just what had awoken in him that evening, but knowing he’ll be doing this to you again very soon.
𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒎𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒚 ━━━ beard
raymun is on cloud nine whenever you praise him. what usually follows that praise is your nimble fingers brushing through his beard. you could just be happy, explaining how proud you are of his most recent accomplishment as he lay behind you, leaning into your hand like an obedient puppy, before you feel something very familiar begin to poke your backside. don’t you dare try to scoot away. he’s grasping your hips and pulling you tightly against him, slowly moving against your backside to let you feel what you do to him. he kisses your neck when he enters you from behind, but you hear the sound he muffles against it nonetheless. he lets you keep your hand on his beard, no, scratch that (haha get it? no…? okay…), he begs of you to keep touching it, keep praising your lord-husband. when did your puppy turn into such a dog?
𝒅𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 ‘𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓’ 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 ━━━ hair
you did it once, unaware of what moving your husband’s dirty-blonde locks out of his face, paired with a quiet ‘i want to see my husband’s handsome face better’ as you gently move up and down on his lap might do to him, has done to him in that very moment. daeron’s never the same to hair touching after that. even if it may become inconvenient at times when all you truly want to do is handle his unruly hair. he’s pulling you into the nearest hallway and taking you most sinfully. he pleads with you to pull at it, and when you do, he’s spilling in you like a green boy. now, imagine sitting on his face and pulling on or removing his hair from his face? yeah, you cannot blame him when he tugs at your hard pearl with his teeth before thrusting his wet muscle into your hole, and making you scream out in the process. at times daeron might purposely want to make you touch his hair so he could take you away and escape a tiering gathering (he once told his father he had to leave an important social gathering due to an emergency and looked down to his groin; maekar was d i s g u s t e d.)
𝒍𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍 ‘𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎’ 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒏 ━━━ thighs
you never brush your hand against your husband’s thigh by accident (you did once, which almost resulted in a public scandal). when your smaller fingers wrap around the flesh of your husband’s thigh, the stag just smiles in triumph before he’s even turned to face you, feeling his blood start to rush south. lyonel’s hands find your body in no time, bringing you onto his lap. he groans when you shift your clothed cunt specifically onto one of his thighs, moving up and down against it in a slow, torturous manner. lyonel loves it, it gets him off in a way he could never have known had it not been for his lovely lady-wife. he can finish numerous times like this, and he does. and if the two of you are completely naked and he’s already deep in you when you reach out to steady yourself on his thighs, accidentally scratching him, he’s filling you up with his seed in seconds.
𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 ━━━ you don’t need to touch him, you just look at him
roland knows that the simplest touch between the two of you during daylight hours is able to cause a scandal. that is why a look is enough to entice him, over-entice him, even. like when he’s jousting, and you’re in the royal box with your family, looking at him through batted lashes and over your fan, roland knows he’ll soon have your beautiful eyes rolling to the back of your skull, and that is enough to heighten his desires to maximum capacity. soon, you and the knight are on each other like dogs, your hearts and bodies having been away from one another for far, far too long. he’s taking you from behind with deep, precise strokes, and he reminisces back on how your eyes followed him during the joust, making sure he was unharmed, and how proudly they shone when he won. he adjusts the flower crown on your perfect head as it threatens to fall, before resuming his thrusts.
𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒆 ━━━ palm
it was a quiet, mellow evening spent with your personal guard. rays of the setting sun flooded your grand bedroom, creating a serene atmosphere. ser donnel looks down at you as you bask in it from your luxurious chair, eating a piece of lemon cake. he smiles slowly, taking off one of the gloves from his hand. knowing the two of you are alone and cannot be barged in on, donnel has no qualms with wiping the crumbs off your face, that is, he never did, until you decided to reach out and grasp his retrieving hand, bringing it to your sweet lips and licking his fingers. your mischievous gaze meets his, and you enjoy watching the older man’s gaze turn darker when you kiss his palm, before biting into it like the vixen you secretly are. your eyes widen when his fingers pry into your mouth briskly, but you comply nonetheless, looking up at him as your tongue swirls around his digits, making the older man hiss through his teeth. well, no point in not enjoying this quiet evening to its full extent, no?
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dewynote (っ'-')╮💌 :: can i truly say that your gaze alone entices roland?? well, your gaze "touching" him entices him, if you get what i'm saying...i do hope you all enjoy these hcs~! if there are any grammar mistakes...🤫
okay, hear me out… WHAT ENTICES THEM (pt. 2) , but like, way more specific.... akotsk men and what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood??
for everyone who is curious — this is the next prompt that i'll expand on,, hehehehe ☆⌒(ゝ。∂) !!
I am literally so obsessed with your headcanons bestie, no one is doing it like you. They’re like mini fics all in one and I cannot get enough of them or these men 😝🪭 thanks for sharing your talent
awhhh tysm!! i'm so glad you enjoy reading them! 🥹 i will be posting tomorrow!! my writing block was short, which i'm so grateful for. though i will be uploading less due to work, nonetheless— you will all get more fics, lovies 🫡
oh, and my requests are closed! please, do not send me any more of them. thank you, dearies! ฅ(ᵔ꒳ ᵔマ.ᐟ
𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 :: how the akotsk men react to you fainting during intimacy.
𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: daeron, aerion, duncan, valarr, lyonel.
𝑐𝑤 :: 17+ ╱ talking about losing consciousness mid romantic encounters!!
💬 :: “ How would the akotsk men (specifically Daeron, Aerion, Dunk and Valarr + anyone else you want to include) react to their partner losing consciousness mid session? Nothing that's actually serious, just too many orgasms and low blood sugar ”
— daeron 'the dreamer' targaryen ;; passes out first.
daeron’s life has been numbed to the point that most experiences without liquor overwhelm him, but intimacy? it severely overwhelms him. your love and the connection you two share make the dragon prince’s heart feel ready to burst, and his mind light. he’d jest about it from time to time, until one day it actually happened. when he wakes, the last thing he expects is an unconscious you beneath him. daeron finds himself unsure of how to thread around this matter. he silently worries whether he crushed you or bruised you. the worry subsides when you begin to return to consciousness. your face appears bashful; cheeks turning rosy, sweat clinging to your forehead, and eyes begging for more, emitting a breathless laugh from your lord husband.
— aerion ‘brightflame’ targaryen ;; doesn’t realize at first
it was a night similar to others — your husband, tired after a proper round of lovemaking, let you please yourself on him, too exhausted to assist much, other than hold the supple flesh of your thighs and give them a light squeeze from time to time, silently encouraging his princess. when your head hits his chest, it hurts a bit, though aerion believes you just slipped, his chest, which you use to level yourself, has become quite sweaty, so it was understandable. but when you don’t get up, he looks down on your peaceful, albeit passed-out, expression. aerion removes himself from you with utmost care, laying you down on the cool, silk sheets. when you slowly begin to awake, your eyes land on a cup of steaming tea on the nightstand, with two sugar cubes beside it, and your husband sitting on the chair by the fireplace.
— ser duncan the tall ;; panicks
duncan is all about safe intimacy. which means he'll get extremely frightened if you pass out. his body is immediately leaving yours, large hands moving for the blanket nearby to wrap around your slumped figure. poor gentle giant dunk — he could’ve sworn he’s asked if you were alright, multiple times at that. you know the moment he realizes he’s signed up for jousting and throws up? that’s him now, holding your body tightly against his. his brow unfurrows once he feels your lips graze his neck, before gently nipping at it. hugs you even tighter, murmuring how you frightened him half to death. moans out in surprise when you reach for his still naked manhood, questioning why he’s stopped. you'll drive him mad, and the knight will gladly go mad for you.
— valarr targaryen ;; stays calm.
he is the most attentive husband you could’ve wished for. the prince has grown to know your body better than you, out of the bedroom and inside it. valarr feels as if his own heart has become entwined with yours. when your body turns limp underneath his, he lifts your chin, assessing your peaceful expression before smiling slightly. you wake to him cleaning you and reassuring you that all is well and that you should return to sleep. do not try to persuade this prince into continuation; it's futile. he may be calm, but he's not made of stone, and this occurrence does affect valarr beyond what he chooses to project on his princely face. though, if you do as he says now, he'll gladly attend to your needs on the morrow.
your husband is all but about to tease you for not being able to handle his stag-like vigor when he feels your arms go loose and slip from his neck, only to catch his breath as his eyes meet your closed ones. he quickly distances himself, making sure you are decent before beginning to yell for the guards outside your chamers, ordering them to fetch a maester. lyonel, to put it mildly, traumatizes the other man because he himself is still unclothed. the baratheon lord just ushers the bewildered maester into the room to check on you. your husband cares less that his family jewels scarred someone that night, as he greets your awakening figure with a derpy, lovestruck smile, before offering you a fruit tart.
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dewynote (っ'-')╮💌 :: i'm sooo sorry for not being active,, a storm left me parched for power for a few days 🫠 it's still quite unstable, so if this gets uploaded, i'll be satisfied. i wanted to add all the men i usually do, but the lack of electricity greatly affected my will to write, so the only other character i added is lyonel. i do indicate that some men seem familiar with as to why you may faint — like with aerion and the sugar cubes, and lyonel and the fruit tart, for others i don't :)
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you look out the window as rain soaks the garden outside your house; droplets hit your bedroom window with a quiet patter before slowly descending.
rafayel's hand tightens its hold on you, pulling you closer into his warm embrace. you turn your gaze to him.
“if i recall correctly, someone here doesn’t like the heat.” you tease.
the lemurian just grumbles, before opening his eyes to look at you, a small, reluctant smile meeting his features as he looks on at your face illuminated by the flames ahead.
“that…s not true.”
you lay down next to him, raising a playful brow. your nose brushes his,
“oh?”
he leans in, purple irises glancing down at your lips, further amplifying his desire for closeness.
“besides, the fireplace isn’t the bait.”
his lips press themselves against yours, emitting a soft sigh from you, reciprocating the action with gentle fervor. your legs tangle in one another’s, and his hand finds your jaw, sure fingers angling your face better against his.
your own fingers thread through his hair as your eyes open, finding his already on you as the kiss subsides, before finally breaking with a soft sound echoing around the room.
“in this context, i like being bait.” his brows furrow,
“and why is that, cutie?”
“why because i’ve managed to catch such a handsome fish, of course.”
his hand grasps yours, which is toying with a strand of his purple hair, bringing it to his lips to leave small pecks against the pads of your fingers. he inhales slightly as he kisses your palm, his eyes trying to peek through your outstretched fingers to catch a glimpse of your face, before lowering it against his heart.
“exactly. so i trust you’ll take good care of me, cutie.”
and you feel it then, his heart, beating avidly against your hand, as if it’s found its keeper.
smitten bf!leo who never calls you by your name once you become his! literally throws it out of his vocabulary.
smitten bf!leo mostly sticks to using spanish nicknames like princesa, bella, florcita. but the one english nickname he adores calling is mama! (yk the way beast boy calls raven mama? yeah, that's lee!)
smitten bf!leo crafts you whatever you want. you want jewelry? he listens carefully to what you want, and in a month's time (he takes longer, so it's perfect), you'll get what you wish for.
smitten bf!leo insists on putting the jewelry on you himself — no matter where you two are. kisses your hand/neck/wrists (where he put it) afterwards, making your friends gush about how romantic he is.
smitten bf!leo who remembers what you dislike about certain jewelry, so he can avoid incorporating it (too itchy, too inconvenient, etc)! so instead of normal claps, he adds magnetic ones, and instead of harsh metals, he uses softer (but still durable) ones!
smitten bf!leo who makes you accessories and eyeglass chains if you wear glasses!
smitten bf!leo adjusts/tightens your glasses himself if they tend to slip off, no need to bother going to the shop just for that, he'll handle it!
smitten bf!leo desires to make you anything you wish for, including stuff he knows nothing of. you want a ceramic heart to store his jewelry in? he'll plead with hephaestus to teach him!
smitten bf!leo who refuses to let his father help with said heart. yes, he can teach him — but no more than that! he wants to make it with his own hands and showcase his love to you.
smitten bf!leo is extremely jealous. not in a controlling way, you can never do any wrong in his book, but duchbags can. leo showcases jealousy in a puppy-like way, if anything.
smitten bf!leo who starts carrying wet wipes and hand sanitizer on him at all times because he wants his hands on you whenever you're together, especially touching/caressing your face!
smitten bf!leo has an 'i love my hot girlfriend' shirt with your face on it!
smitten bf!leo always has your favorite drink/snack on hand.
smitten bf!leo likes to blow at your food and feed it to you.
smitten bf!leo is the type of boyfriend who'll let you spit said food out onto his palm if you don't like it or feel a crunch in soft food.
smitten bf!leo never lets you pay when on dates. and you've tried, he bites (not hard).
smitten bf!leo who allows you to do his nails! he knows they're not the most pleasant to look at with all the grime stuck underneath them, and greatly appreciates when you manicure them.
smitten bf!leo who chews on your hair! ofc he'll stop if you dislike it, but if you're fine with it, he continues. plays with it in general.
smitten bf!leo likes it when you reciprocate the hair playing! melts when you run your hands through his curls, teasing them between your soft fingers.
smitten bf!leo will drop everything he's doing when you need his help.
smitten bf!leo gets confused if teased about his smittenness. like, is he not supposed to love you? he's baffled when he hears he's being too much — if you are not complaining, then he's just right, is what he believes.
smitten bf!leo feels his heart implode if you try learning spanish for him! you could be stressing over the grammar system, and he'll just stare at you. i'm talking one cheek resting in his palm, a derpy smile on his face, and brown eyes full of adoration.
smitten bf!leo loves leaving you spanish poems tucked into the margins of your study books. he does it after you finish your lesson, putting it on the page you last studied, knowing you'll discover it soon enough, and wreck your cute brains trying to translate it.
smitten bf!leo will brag if you make his favorite dish! especially if it's super complicated. everyone needs to know the food he's about to gobble down in a millisecond was made by his amazing girlfriend.
smitten bf!leo chokes on the meal, because of course, and only gives you a lovestruck look as you wipe the food from the corners of his mouth, catching your hand mid-motion to peck your fingers one by one!
smitten bf!leo always carries your bag/backpack. it's his duty to do so, he firmly states when you try to get it back.
smitten bf!leo lets you swatch makeup on his wrists if you want!
smitten bf!leo grows accustom to spending hours in makeup stores with you. he'll just sit on a stool a worker gave him and eat his chips as you scurry around excitedly.
smitten bf!leo's camera roll is only you. you and whatever he's made for you. you asleep with a bit of drool escaping your lips. you deciding on which makeup palette to buy. the ceramic jewelry box he made for you, now filled with the jewelry he made for you.
every time you add the kingsguard to your headcanons i gain 10 years of life thank you for your service
you're very welcome!
i love providing my readers with the kingsguard — besides, the knights deserve it (we deserve them). there's just something abt men in armor held back by vows 😮💨 + them breaking said vows (and beds) once they fall in love🫠.
i need more ff abt these two delicious men so bad!
𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 :: how loud are the akotsk men and what sounds do they make whilst intimate? based on these requests!
𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: duncan the tall, aerion targaryen, valarr targaryen, lyonel baratheon, maekar targaryen, baelor targaryen, raymun fossoway, daeron targaryen, roland crakehall & donnel of duskendale
𝑐𝑤 :: 17+ ╱ it's smut...ye
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— ser duncan the tall ;; quiet
okay — dunk isn't completely silent during intimacy, he rarely ever is — but he's also shrunk himself his whole life, so he isn't that vocal either, he's quiet. he's reserved. the sounds he makes are moans. earnest, light, laced with that hint of restraint he carries like a shield. dunk feels a need to explain his moans. "ahh— m'lady, it's suckn' me in," "mmh s' tight, i a-apologize, s' too tight!", he'll moan, pressing into your more and bending you over the wooden table as his hips rut into you gently, heavy stones coliding with your hard pearl every so often. he makes sure to praise you in between it all.
— aerion 'brightflame' targaryen ;; quiet to loud
aerion can be both quiet and loud. that being said, he is never feral (through his lungs i mean, through his cock he's feral enough, kay?). he moans and whimpers. at the start of it he tries to keep his desires shut tight between his teeth, and only moans occasionally if you take him deep in your throat and gag, or ride him too hard. his moans turn to whimpers after he begins becoming overstimulated. and that's usually when the volume increases. "fuck, yes, yes wife! harder!" he curses, strong hands flying to your hips to help you ride his targaryen brains out. you stop as you hear a painting fall outside of your chambers (a servant got scared of aerion's whimpers, and it dropped it mid-adjustment).
— valarr targaryen ;; quiet
he's very quiet in bed, so much so that you started to doubt if the intimacy was as pleasurable to him as it was to you. it isn't after you're in a certain position, with his face near your ear, that you finally hear it. him — your valarr, grunt. it is a short sound, followed by a sharp inhale. and it's adoringly repetitive. he grunts as he pushes his cock back into your velvety walls, inhales, then exhales as he buries himself to the hilt. his grunts melt into pants as he nears release. and it's a sound you've come to appreciate and anticipate. you clench around him when his jaw slacks, breathy sounds leaving his kiss-bitten lips as he nears his peak.
— lyonel 'laughing storm' baratheon ;; loud to quiet
typically, the baratheon lord starts out very vocal, and the sounds decrease the more the night wears on. he moans, shamelessly so — he wants you to know he's enjoying himself, and that he has no qualms showing you just how much, encouraging you to vocalize your own enjoyment if you so please. "ahh! yes, that is it, my sweet!" he'll moan loudly, indulging in the sensation of your mouth around him, sucking him off in the vacant tent after the feast. the back of his hand entangles in your hair, and you relax your throat, letting your lover take pleasure from your mouth. by the end of it, lyonel's slumped over the table and drooling. his cock lay flaccid between his legs, twitching whenever your warm breath hits it as your head rests on his thigh, and a few "mmmh"s slur from his lips.
— maekar 'the anvil' targaryen ;; quiet (with occasional loudness)
with eight children, and another on the way, eighty percent of your romantic encounters are quiet from both of your sides. the last thing you need is one barging in to hear that, or the two of you being discovered by attendants around the castle whilst having a quick (but very needed) sensual getaway. the sounds he makes are grunts. though he tends to only do so when riding out his high / or is close to. if the two of you are completely alone on a rare vacation, maekar loosens up. he finally lets his lust out through volume as he slams himself into your quivering hole. he grunts whenever his tip probes you furthest, then pulls out and repeats. his release is followed by a low "fuckkkk".
— baelor 'breakspear' targaryen ;; quiet but yearns for volume
the crown prince knows he has a reputation to uphold, even if no one's aware just how many times he's taken you on the very council table where he's discussed various battle strategies, alliances and so on. baelor has no other option but to keep his enthusiasm between his teeth when he takes you on that same cold surface for the nth time. "oh, my dear" he'll pant, movements faltering after you squeeze around him too tight. his hands grip the table, caging you in as he kisses along your neck, trying desperately not to vocalize what your cunt is doing to him, and how quickly he is approaching ruin. baelor releases his seed in you with a breathy moan. which is all he allows himself that night, as he cannot let a kingsguard wandering around hear.
— raymun fossoway ;; loud
this man has always been timid, apologetic, and treated like a waste of space. so when you — his lovely lady wife, enter his life and show him his worthiness and just how deserving he is of love, he becomes a very loud man in your chambers and very soon. the sounds he lets out vary. raymun moans when he is the one being dominant, but when you take the lead (ahem, either by riding him or fingering him), he mewls and whimpers. "ah mmh, slow down — please, my love!" you obey his wish, but only halfheartedly; as your fingers become slower, you thrust them deeper and harsher into raymun's abused hole, eliciting a long mewl out of your husband as he buries his face in the pillow below. tease him about his eagerness when he shoves back against your fingers, and he's coming apart with a bashful whimper.
— daeron targaryen ;; feral to (unwillingly) loud
daeron's a groaner, and he unknowingly turns feral with sound. his eyes are blurry with tears as you fist him vigorously, he becomes so lost in the pleasure that he doesn't even notice how much noise he is making until you force your fingers into his mouth to keep his volume at bay. even then, he might not realize it's to quiet him (aka he gets harder). he tastes the saltiness of his seed on your fingers, and can only choke up another groan as he laps at it. your husband's cock jumps in your other hand as he happily gags on your digits. gives you a small smirk when you pull your fingers out of his mouth. sure, you did quiet him a bit (emphasis on a bit because the whole castle still heard), but now he's begging you to suck your fingers each chance he gets.
— ser roland crakehall ;; almost silent
he refuses to be loud. even if he at times wishes to be nothing but whilst bedding you. roland pants, and even that is too loud for his comfort, so he resorts to biting his lip till it bleeds. he'll work his cock into your small opening as his thumbs gently massage your hips, murmuring gentle words to make you relax for your knight. he silences your own sounds gently with his warm hand, "please, please don't — be still, princess." to roland, it feels as though he's tainting your honor whenever you vocalize the pleasure he gives you. even though you've never felt more honored than now, with a man as attentive as roland; never felt more safe than when he pulls you into his embrace after you both reach your high.
— ser donnel of duskendale ;; quiet and loud (depends)
donnel would rather lose his life than give up the relationship he has with you. which is why the older kingsguard knows when to be vocal and when not. naturally, the further away you two are from prying ears and eyes, the louder he'll be, though it's never reached feral (yet). the sounds he makes are groans. they're softer than you imagined a man of his stature would produce. donnel has made it a habit to filthily ask who you belong to between said sounds. his cockhead is torturing that spot in your cunt over and over, but his words are clear as day, "so gorgeous, my princess. yes? are you all mine? and this cunt, hm?" he slaps your clit, chuckling as you gush around him immediately after. will laugh during intimacy (sometimes because he's a tease, most of the time because he's genuinely happy to be intimate with you).
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dewynote (っ'-')╮💌:: my conclusion is: all of these men will inevitably be louder at some point, or really wish to be. certain things hold them back from being so, others might just grow to like being quieter whilst at it.
hate to admit this publicly but every time life gets hard somehow I’m back gooning to your fanfics… explain that
what can i say: when life gets hard, take harder (fictional) d 💕
(THAT IS A HORRIBLE EXPLANATION FROM MY END—)
— to get love, one must give love,, yeah...let's go with that.
i am, however, flattered to know that my fics comfort some of you out there. if this is how some of you de-stress? then no shame. i do hope everyone stays healthy and well. and if you are not, then i wish you a quick recovery from whatever you're battling with xxxx.
Girlllll can you do AKOTSK men, are they loud, quiet or completely feral during sex.
hehehehe... whoever these anons are,, you two are sooo similar i love it! (literally got these requests one after another in the span of a few days, and i'm so here for it)!
