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This blog is 18+ only !!!

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I am here to beg you (kindly, nicely and with a pretty bow on top) for some somno kink maekar and reader + morning sex? 👉👈 established consent ofc!!! Like him waking up with reader’s mouth on him 🙈

hypnos

Maekar x Wife!Reader drabble

Note: Modern era moodboard, but I'm vague enough that this could be in canon era. Also, I threw my self-imposed word limit to the wind for this one.

Tags/Warnings: Somnophilia (consent pre-established), Smut, 18+, Morning Sex, Blowjob

You’re alright, love.

klaus mikaelson x fem reader

Summary: You’re a brand new vampire in New Orleans, too scared to hurt anyone. You believe you can survive off blood bags until one day your control snaps. Klaus offers you comfort and reminds you that you’re alright, love.

Notes: 18+ only!!! ANGST, FLUFF, hurt/comfort, smidge of suggestive smut, mentions of blood, uncontrolled killing/feeding as a vampire, no show spoilers.

Word count: 1.4K

masterlist

#klaus mikaelson #klaus #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikealson fanfiction #klaus x reader #niklaus mikaelson #niklaus x reader #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #the originals #klaus mikaelson fluff #klaus mikaelson angst

fantasydreamland

“The scene isn’t even hot why are you sweating?”

The scene:

garcialuvs

ARF ARF

iressasmailbox

start at valarr, please. my legs are getting weak guys

mejcinta

Ewan Mitchell for Entertainment Weekly.

#falling to my knees #seven save me

runningmunson

#I forgot how to breathe #my knees are weak

runningmunson

#they’re all SO sexy

iressasmailbox

Kissing akotsk men mid argument

i like this idea. i need this idea.

hcs of aerion, daeron, duncan, valarr

Aerion - it’s currently a yelling match with him, you yell about his temper, his cruelty, the way he talks to the servants instead of controlling his anger, telling him that there’s better ways to vent his frustration rather than to scream at people who are just doing their job. he's yelling back, and you're so angry you can't see straight. but you can't stop looking at his lips. he notices. of course he notices. aerion notices everything. his eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up to your eyes. "what?" he snaps. you don't answer. you just keep staring at his lips. his jaw tightens. "stop looking at me like that." you don't. you can't. so you kiss him. it's desperate, furious, your hands fisting in his tunic. he goes still. pulls back just enough to look at you, eyebrows furrowed, like he's trying to figure out what game you're playing. then his hand is in your hair, yanking you back in, and he's kissing you harder. when you finally break apart, both breathing hard, "you're right," he says, voice low. "there are better ways to blow off steam." he backs you toward the bed.

targaryenstar

⋆˙⟡ IN BED — akotsk men

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⋆˙⟡ summary things they do during sex, things they enjoy doing to you or you doing to them

⋆˙⟡ notes i love doing these so request some more! also lowk forgot dunk but he will be in the next one.

⋆˙⟡ warnings 18+, smut (obviously), sadism (guess who), blood stuff (guess who, again)

targaryenstar

plss make a drabble of the other akotsk men (or just lyonel & maekar)'s reaction to getting an erection in public 🙏 need to know their reactions too

AERION would have no shame in dragging you away from whatever duties that kept you both. He would see his own pleasure as paramount, and would not utter a word in the matter of your absence.

VALARR would be so embarrassed, trying his hardest to use your body to hide it, or walk away from you entirely. Anything to calm down how achingly hard he was for you, and the fact that you were not helping.

MAEKAR would not allow you to leave his side. When he felt so vulnerable like this. He would talk through his clenched teeth, have even smaller patience for the people around him, hurrying along any commitments that held him hostage, before dragging you to your chambers to sort himself out.

DAERON would not give a fuck. He would subtly bite his lip at the surge of feeling, and do nothing to ease it down. He would, in fact, grab at your hips or drag a finger down your neck and shoulder, just to get you on his wavelength.

DUNCAN would be embarrassed. He already stumbled over his words, went red in the face, and it had only worsened when he felt the blood rush to his manhood. He would take firm hold of your arm to stifle it, will it to just go away, trying to remain composed.

LYONEL, much like Aerion, would dismiss you both with haste. Taking your hand and speaking a half-formed excuse about more pressing matters needing tending to. But your laughter would be heard around the castle as he showed you the predicament you put him in.

iressasmailbox

i don’t think i’ve ever been turned on by a man leaning back until baelor baelor’d

also the mere thought of him manspreading makes me weak in the knees

targaryenstar

choking aerion while riding him as he’s starting to get overstimulated (😮‍💨)

this is so hot. we know i think aerion is pathetic, loves to give it the big show until it's time to perform. and whilst i do think at first he would do well, he would know just the pressure points to have you breathless beneath him, it would soon falter. and you would end up atop him, breasts bouncing in his face as he struggles to maintain his own breathing.

"ready to claim defeat, husband?" you moaned, a wicked smile on your face as you looked down at him.

his cheeks were flushed, eyebrows knotted together viciously as the pleasure bit at his throat. his stunned manner was clear to you, he had become so lost in how you felt and how you looked, he did not think he would last much longer.

"nothing more to say?" you laughed, taking a hand from his chest to place at his neck. squeezing the sides gently, willing his eyes to look up at yours.

he nodded, eyebrows now tilted upward as he relinquished control. "feels so good, wife."

and even if you could see his complexion reddening, attempting to remove your hand from his neck to allow him to breathe, his hand locked over yours. pushing your fingers further into his throat.

theultmarvelfan

I don’t think I’ve ever been fed this well 🥵

asphodelink

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ bla bla bla, proper name, place name, backstory stuff ft. baelor targaryen

a/n: just watched a video of bertie carvel yapping about God knows what (i wasn’t really paying attention, i was just mesmerised by his handsome face), and all i could think of was that “bla bla bla, proper name, place name, backstory stuff” meme lol. So i decided to turn it into a short fic of baelor x reader hehe. Enjoy!

Rain drummed softly against the windows of Dragonstone. Outside, the sound of heavy waves clashed in the dark below the ancient stone, restless even at this hour. But inside, the castle had finally loosened its grip on Baelor Targaryen. At least a little.

Your shared chamber smelled of cedarwood and smoke and the faint lingering perfume from your hair oils, sweet beneath the heavier scent of candle wax.

He lay against the carved headboard in shirtsleeves with loosened laces, dark hair slightly a mess after hours of dealing with quills, papers, and matters of the realm. He spoke of grain levies in the Reach with all the gravity of a maester delivering prophecy.

“The lord insists the crown’s tariffs have bled his ports dry,” Baelor murmured, absently turning the signet ring upon his finger. “Though curiously, his cellars remain full enough to host feasts twice a moon.”

You had joined him in bed, cheek resting just below his shoulder, watching the firelight catch the silver threaded through his hair, softening the sternness of his face. You made a thoughtful sound to agree with him, or at least that’s what he assumed. In truth, you had not heard a word since he pushed open the chamber door looking exhausted and unfairly handsome.