can’t be tamed, prince aerion brightflame targaryen
nia talks ASKS/ANONS OPEN FOR REQUESTS! his pretty mouth and tongue ffs
pairing prince aerion targaryen x valarr’s twin f!reader
summary after a few years in the free cities, the wild targaryen princess is less like her father baelor or twin valarr, and more like her cousin aerion—can’t be tamed.
warnings 18+, jealous aerion, brat taming, breeding, bloody kisses, choking, cum denial, dacryphilia, degradation, edging, fingering, oral f!receiving, slapping, spanking, spitting, targcest (kissing cousins)
“Gods, you’ve changed, cousin,” Aerion scoffed, tongue licking his full lips hungrily. His Valyrian violet eyes darkly devouring you up and down. You caught him off guard by arriving at Ashford, unannounced, after years away. “I’ve heard rumors of how… wild you’ve become, Wildfire…”
Your notorious epithet earned in the East echoed back to Westeros. To Aerion. Along with the rumors. A few years in the Free Cities changed you. Not for the better, as your father and twin brother, Baelor and Valarr, had hoped.
“I hear you’re still vain and cruel as always… Brightflame,” You teased your hated cousin, laughing and drinking with your favorite cousin Daeron in his tent, as drunk as him.
Senses slowed from strongwine, Aerion stole your cup. Swallowing what wine you had left, licking his lips. You hated him. Yet missed that pretty, smart mouth of his.
“My pretty little princess… back so I can finally bed you better than some Free Cities peasant?” Aerion cockily whispered in your ear, after rudely inviting himself to sit beside you, far closer than you would have let him.
“You couldn’t bed me better than Daeron did before I left. I was never yours, princeling,” You lied, whispering back so Daeron did not hear and tell the truth of it.
Truth or not, you felt Aerion tense. Chest bare beneath his open red doublet and chainmail. Rising and falling faster, angrily breathing. Blinded by rage thinking of anyone but him fucking you—especially Daeron.
“Brother… caring finally for another’s life besides yours? Certainly not Egg’s, nor mine,” Daeron slurred, shoving past Aerion, angering him more. Last together departing Summerhall. Separated days ago. “I’m going to get more drunk and fall asleep where there’s more wine… cousin, my tent is yours.”
He drunkenly stumbled out, left you to fend for yourself, in your tent. Against Aerion, who was now your problem.
“Sleeping in his bed—again?” Aerion seethed, a vein in his neck drawing your eyes to the apple of his throat, down to his collarbone and exposed bare chest.
“Maybe later Daeron will fuck me in his bed… jealous?” You taunted Aerion, making yourself more comfortable.
Slipping out of your riding boots, you stripped off your silken sable cloak. Carelessly tossing it to the floor. Your shoulders and back bare. Backless tight red dress driving Aerion mad, blood rushing to where he needed you most.
“No!” Aerion hissed, holding his Valyrian steel blade to your throat, pinned against the table in blink of an eye.
“Can’t deny it. Daeron says you miss me… and dream of me being only yours, my prince,” You toyed with Aerion.
His trousers tight, pressing the cold steel harder against your throat. You just smiled. His nimble fingers traced the dragon scales of your belt with his other hand. He looped his index inside the leather. Pulling you impossibly closer.
“Rumors of you in the Free Cities haunt my dreams. The wild Targaryen princess, drinking, fighting…. fucking,” He snarled so close his full lips grazed yours at his last word.
“All are true—the fucking especially. I’m quite good at it… not just in your dreams. Or so I’m told,” You tortured him with words and your Valyrian violet eyes, dark with desire.
Aerion pulled his blade back. Slamming it on the table he still pinned you against. Choking you instead, digging his fingers into your flesh.
“How dare you fuck peasants like a whore. You are blood of the dragon, as am I. The Gods made you for only me… my impudent little brat only I can tame,” Aerion growled possessively, choking you until you felt lightheaded and dizzy, the room spinning. “Need I remind you who you belong to?”
“Mhm,” You choked out angrily but he did not like it.
“Good girls say please…” Aerion corrected you, his hand releasing your throat to tug your silver-streaked dark hair.
“Please,” You painfully snarled as he pulled hard, tilting your face up towards his, Aerion eyeing your lips lustfully.
“Please, who?” He asked angrily slapping your face. “Not clever enough to use your words? Please, what?”
“Please, my prince… please remind me who I belong to,” You begged, blood burning like a dragon in heat, Aerion kissing and licking your stinging face.
He could not tame his hunger for you anymore, a man starved for years without you. Your kiss was a carnal fight for control. Dominance. Neither of you the surrendering type. Teeth crashing and biting each other’s lips bloody. Aerion harshly holding your lips open, spitting in your mouth before attacking it again.
“You’re still my good girl. My pretty little princess. Mine—only mine…” Aerion repeated between bloodied kisses tasting of metal and wine. “To whom do you belong?”
“You, my handsome prince. I belong to you—only yours. Your princess,” You panted after Aerion sucked your lips raw, red with a mix of both your blood, biting so hard.
He finally spared you a chance to breathe again. Aerion’s reprieve he granted you did not last. Letting your hair go, he ripped off your tight silk red dress, nothing under it.
“My pretty princess. You’re so fucking gorgeous. The Gods made your body for me,” Aerion groaned, bending you over the table. “Mine to pleasure… or mine to punish. For being other men’s whore. You belong to me…”
Aerion started spanking you mercilessly, over and over. His firm fingers, adorned with cold, hard, big metal rings. Your cries a mix of pain, and pleasure, after he massaged your stinging flesh he slapped. You heard Aerion remove his leather belt to use instead. Your moans turned into the most obscene screams. Heat pooling where you wanted Aerion most.
“I need you, my prince,” You whined teary-eyed, still too bratty for his liking.
“My princess is so spoiled. Greedy. Get on the bed, brat. Before I change my mind,” Aerion ordered—you obeyed.
Still slowly undressing as your added punishment. Your hand between your thighs touching yourself at the sight for some relief. Aerion angrily slinked over to you on the bed. His hard, long cock throbbing, stones aching for release at the sight of your impatient concupiscence.
“My pathetic princess… stop fucking yourself with your fingers if you want mine instead—or my cock—to fuck you,” Aerion warned, your fingers stopping immediately, lying on your back before Aerion bare and beautiful with your legs spread for him.
Savoring the sinful sight, slowly climbing onto the bed, in between your thighs finally. Aerion’s fingers circled your already soaking cunt without a word of warning. Hungry, he wanted to properly taste you. Parting your thighs even farther apart, silver-haired prince’s lips inches from your pussy. Tongue, chin, lips still bloodstained. But neither of you could care about anything else after he ate your cunt.
“Oh, Aerion! Fuck, the Gods gave you a perfect tongue,” You moaned in praise, hands pulling his silver spiked hair hard, hips grinding into his tongue buried deep inside as his moans made your thighs tremble.
“And a perfect cock,” Aerion arrogantly answered, after he stopped eating your pussy before you could finish, but brought you so close to the edge of your release it hurt.
“I need it… your perfect cock… please, my prince,” You begged, writhing under Aerion. He pinned your hands to the bed above your head. You whined needily, “Please, please can I come, ser?”
Aerion always wanted you like that together. His princess brat begging for his cock. Your cunt’s taste on his swollen sanguine lips still. Stained with his blood and yours.
“No, you cannot fucking come yet, my greedy, spoiled princess,” Aerion cruelly denied your release. “You come when I say you can come…”
Aerion did not stop edging you closer, torture that drove you mad. Aerion’s fingers fucked your pussy as promised, sucking your taste off them when finished. Still refusing to let you finish despite your desperate begging.
“Don’t be cruel! Aerion, please, please fuck me with your cock… until your seed spills out of me, my prince…” You whined words so sinfully Aerion’s aching cock twitched.
“Only because you’re begging like a good girl again. But you will waste none of my seed. You’re going to take it all. Even if I fuck you to sleep, still you’ll take more,” Aerion agreed finally under his own cruel conditions.
“Yes, ser, whatever you wish just please fuck me—fuck!” Your desperate, pathetic pleading cries for his cock finally answered when you felt him enter you without warning.
You cursed the Gods, saying his name like a prayer over and over. Aerion groaned your name even louder, low and deep, at the tightness of your wet, warm walls. Wrapping around his throbbing, long cock only halfway inside.
“The God’s gave you a perfect fucking pussy, princess,” He praised you, burying every inch of himself deep inside of you. “Seven fucking hells! You’re so tight… wet and warm—fuck!”
Aerion’s hips bucked hard, how he does when riding, and he drove you even more mad. Your cunt swallowed all of him, stretching to take him. His tongue missed the taste of your flesh, finding your tits. Kissing, licking, sucking, biting. Nipping at your nipples then lips again. Aerion’s tongue took your mouth easier now, surrendering to him.
“Can I cum now, my prince, please, please, please?” You cried, through bloody-lipped kisses, tear-stained face in pain from all the pleasure building without release yet.
“Yes, you can cum now, my pretty princess. You are so fucking gorgeous… all perfectly destroyed like this. My tamed little brat… come for me on my cock—like a good girl…” Aerion ordered, your cunt clenching around him deep inside of you, his own release so close now.
Lifting your legs on his shoulders, he reached an even deeper angle. Aerion hit a spot that made you see stars. His fingers circling your clit, whimpering your name. You finally came undone, screaming Aerion’s name. Coming on his cock so hard you started shaking. He held you still. Aerion fucked you through it, selfishly chasing his own release right after, shamelessly moaning your name loud.
“Seven fucking hells, God’s couldn’t have made a better pussy. My pretty princess fucks like a Lys whore,” Aerion rasped in your ear, both of your shamelessly loud moans and slapping skin flooding the tent, neither of you able to care that everyone outside heard the obscenities.
His whimpering whines grew louder, and deeper like his hip-snapping thrusts that grew sloppy. Your pussy pulsed around his cock until Aerion could not resist any longer. He came inside you like a warm flood. Keeping it all inside you. Shoving any single drop that dared drip down your thigh back inside with his cock, still fucking you. Chasing your second, third, fourth highs after an age of fucking.
“Aerion… please, my prince… I’m tired,” You slurred, your sleepy eyes starting to flutter shut as Aerion kept going.
For hours he stubbornly kept at it, insatiable. His dragon-like animal appetite never fully satisfied. The only thing Aerion stopped was keeping count, coming inside you at least seventh time. Warm from being so full of his come, Aerion fucked you numb. Falling fast asleep in his arms.
this is probably tmi but idc: im getting to be the age where I'm starting to think that men being good with kids it's reeeeeally hot and it's dangerous bc i also have a breeding kink but i don't have my life together and can't afford a kid but breeding kink and men that are good with kids 😩
this was totally NOT brought on by seeing edits of finn bennett as olly hatton in prisoner
Reader being a spoiled brat living off of her rich parents money and getting driving tickets any chance she can just to see Peter in the police office.
And Peter being first confused then resigned cuz this bitch clearly can’t drive (even if she does this on purpose) and then finally realize what it all was about when she asks him out on a date (in this he’s single!!). He’s really worried for her bank account after all the stunts she pulled though.
And then when they get together and she still shows up with a ticket in the police office Peter goes through five of grief every time he sees her bratty smile.
