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☆ ──꒰summary꒱ ❞ you show your new lingerie off to Aerion, and he’s got nothing to say but filth!
contains! dirty talk.
೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢 ⠀ᰋ Aerion sprawled across the plush pink stool at your vanity. one of his socks had a hole in it; he had complained for about five minutes when you told him to take off his boots at the door so he wouldn’t drag mud through the house. he looked like a grease stain on a silk sheet. the room smelled like your vanilla cupcake perfume, a stark contrast to the almost acidic smell of cigarettes that clung to him. “this room makes me feel like i’m stuck in a damn cotton candy machine, baby,” he rasped, leaning back against your vanity as a stand-in backrest.
you poked your head out from your walk in closet, clutching a fluffy pink robe shut. you beamed at him, eyes sparkling. “oh hush, Aerion. my daddy’s gonna have a heart attack if he finds you in here, so just be a good boy and shut up.”
“i ain’t never been a good boy, sugar. you know that.”
you giggled and slipped back into the closet. a few minutes later, you emerged, the robe gone. you wore a white lace set that clung to your curves, the fabric almost transparent under the bright bedroom lights. you twirled for him, “well? do i look pretty?”
Aerion’s eyes darkened like a wolf spotting its prey, “lord have mercy. those little bits of string ain’t holdin’ nothin’ back. i bet that lace’ll just rip right off the second i get my hands on you.”
“you are such a pig!” but you blushed anyways.
“a hungry pig… i can see your nipples poking through that thin shit. now get back in there and put on the other one before i come over there.”
you rolled your eyes and tossed your head back, retreating into the closet once again. “patience is a virtue, Aerion!”
“i ain’t got a virtuous bone in my body!” he yelled after you.
the second reveal was slower. you stepped out in a sheer, bubblegum pink set with a matching garter belt. the colour matched the walls perfectly, it made you look like a living doll. you strutted towards him, swaying your hips with exaggerated poise. “is this one more your style.” you smoothed out your hair and adjusted the garters to lay perfectly on your thighs.
he stared at the way the fabric hugged you, “like it? i’m imagining tearing those straps off while i’m buryin’ my face in that sweet little pussy of yours.” he pawed at his cock through his jeans, “fucking christ, i can smell how wet you are from here, girl.”
you stopped a foot away from him, “you’re so gross!” you slapped his chest with a lack of conviction.
“you love it. now get over here before i lose it.”
you didn’t argue. you sat on his lap, shifting with purpose, brushing against his growing erection. he hooked his arms under you and tossed you onto your bed. the pink curtains swayed as you tumbled together, the world outside the bedroom door vanishing into a blur of lace and heat.
➤ POISON PARADISE. intoxicate me now, with your lovin’ now, i think i'm ready now. ⋮ 𝓐erion targaryen x valarr's wife! reader.
summary. after some time obsessing over you, valarr's wife, aerion finally strikes.
cw. +18 content, afab! reader, dubcon?, infidelity, dirty talking, angst (? i mean poor valarr, breeding kink, mention of pregnancy.
wc. 1.4k
notes. i think i hate this
The taste of sin leaves a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, so harsh that you wish you could never encounter it again. It’s not as if you had sinned excessively — perhaps arriving late to a feast, perhaps thinking ill of someone because they ate your favorite dessert and left you none. Your offenses could only be described as harmless, even silly. You always felt excessive guilt despite your insignificant transgressions, something that amused Valarr and made him smile at you with that affectionate curve of his lips, always quick to soothe you with tender kisses and gentle caresses. He loved you so much. You were good, sensitive, with a heart too big for your chest. You were the perfect wife.
Weren’t you?
Valarr was the perfect husband as well. You couldn’t ask for more from him. He was affectionate, attentive, and respectful, both in private and in public. In the four months you had been husband and wife, you had never had a single argument. Everything seemed to be going perfectly, and Valarr had no idea of the storm brewing — a hot, hungry storm with an intense gaze that could only belong to his cousin, Aerion.
Being the center of attention could be uncomfortable, but being the center of his attention was almost suffocating.
Your husband didn’t notice, but Aerion’s intense stare rarely left you whenever you were in the same room. It was a gaze so scorching you could swear it burned every inch of your skin as his violet eyes slowly dragged over your body — your lips, your collarbone, the swell of your breasts straining against the fabric of your dress. When your confused gaze met his, the only response was a nearly imperceptible tilt of his head and an expression of pure arrogance that made your skin prickle. As if you knew he would strike, but not when. As if he knew that at any moment he could make you his.
And it infuriated you. You had been nothing but a good and devoted wife since the day you were joined in marriage before the Seven. What right did he have to try and steal you from Valarr’s gentle hands, to consume you with his fire?
You tried to ignore him, but the idea that “if you don’t look, he isn’t there” proved completely useless. Your eyes kept finding his against your will, drawn like magnets, causing a painful lurch in your chest at the raw need for possession that radiated from him. Because why the hell did something flutter deep in your belly at his obsessive attention when you had Valarr by your side?
Your mind betrayed you mercilessly when certain thoughts clouded your mind. What would it feel like to be possessed by someone as reckless and dangerous as him? He wouldn’t be gentle like Valarr, always so careful not to hurt you, whispering soft praises against your ear as he entered you slowly. No. Aerion would be rough, vicious, and he would make sure every thrust stripped away whatever pride and dignity you had left after betraying your sweet husband. The thought lingered in your head for a moment, sending a shiver down your spine and ending with a small burst of heat low in your abdomen.
Your hand flew to your stomach, as if the mere realization that you had thought such a thing made you ill. Valarr, seated beside you at the feast, placed his hand over yours. “Wife, my dear, are you well?” he asked, concern etched across his face at your troubled expression. You simply nodded and pulled away discreetly as guilt seized your heart and sweet poison flooded your veins.
“I just need some fresh air. Could you wait for me here, my love?” you replied, knowing he would nod and give you the space you asked for. But the worry in his eyes only filled you with deeper shame.
He didn’t deserve this. And you hadn’t even dishonored him yet.
The cool night air felt like a blessing against your heated skin as you stepped onto the balcony overlooking the beautiful gardens. The moon hung high and luminous, and the night-blooming flowers proudly displayed their sweet fragrance. A small smile touched your lips. The temptation could still be avoided. It was a sin, but you had not yet surrendered to its seductive claws. You would go to the septa tomorrow, you told yourself. You would light a candle and pray —
“Does something torment you, little lady?”
The smile vanished from your face, which paled the instant those soft but dark words reached your ears.
Aerion.
You didn’t turn around. You knew that if you faced him, you would crumble like a defenseless fawn, and that was the last thing you wanted in front of a dragon as ruthless as him. “I needed some solitude. So if you would be so kind…”
“Oh, but I have been kind,” he replied, stepping closer like a predator approaching its prey. “However, my patience is running thin.” His voice dropped. “Look at me.”
A shiver ran down your spine. You had no choice but to turn. And there he was — closer than you expected. His eyes studied you with unsettling intensity, waiting for whatever answer you might give.
“What do you mean by that?” you managed to whisper, your gaze flickering toward the balcony entrance over his shoulder, searching for any sign of your husband. Whether you wanted him to come rescue you or prayed he wouldn’t appear at all, you couldn’t tell.
“No. Don’t do that.” He shook his head slightly, a small gesture of impatience. With the back of his hand, he gently guided your eyes back to him. “I’m the one here, not him. So you’re going to look at me.”
A heavy silence wrapped around both of you. He used it to study you up close, like a man admiring a beautiful flower right before he plucks it. A wicked, amused smile darkened his face when his eyes dropped to your abdomen.
“Four months together, and still no swelling?” The hand that had been near your cheek slid down, brushing over the exposed skin of your collarbone. “I knew his seed was weak. But don’t worry, little bird. One day your womb will be full. Whether the child is his or mine… you won’t know until the day it’s born. And maybe not even then.”
“You should return inside.” you replied weakly.
Aerion’s lips curved into a dark smirk. He didn’t move away. Instead, he stepped even closer until your back pressed against the stone balustrade, trapping you between the cold marble and the heat of his body.
“Should I?” he murmured, voice low and rough. His fingers traced the line of your collarbone, then dipped lower, brushing the swell of your breasts. “Or should I bend you over this railing right now and fuck you until you forget my cousin’s name?”
Your breath hitched sharply at his words.
“I bet he’s gentle with you, isn’t he?” Aerion continued, lips ghosting over your ear. “I bet he makes love to you slowly… whispers sweet things while he’s barely moving inside that tight cunt. But that’s not what you need, is it?”
His hand slid down to your waist, gripping hard enough to make you gasp and squirm.
“You need to be fucked like a dragon’s whore. You need someone to ruin this pretty pussy until you’re crying and dripping down your thighs. You need me stretching you open, filling you so deep you’ll still feel me tomorrow when you’re sitting beside your husband.”
A broken sound escaped your throat. Heat pooled between your legs, and you hated how true his words felt. “Quit it—”
Aerion’s fingers dug into your hip as he pressed his hard cock against your belly through his clothes. You couldn’t move, but your body ached to press closer. Your mind was spinning. He leaned in until his lips brushed yours, not quite kissing you yet.
“Go back to him if you want,” he whispered against your mouth. “But we both know you’ll be thinking of me when he fucks you tonight. And one day soon… you’ll come to me. You’ll spread your legs and beg me to claim what should’ve been mine from the start.”
Aerion stepped back slowly, eyes burning with triumph and hunger. He gave you one last arrogant smirk, as if he could already see your inevitable fall.
“Sweet dreams, little lady.”
Then he turned and disappeared into the lively feast again, leaving you trembling against the balcony.
Later that night, when Valarr asked if you were well for the second time, you could've told him the truth. Could've told him that Aerion was uncontrolled, that he was threatening to snatch you from him. But you just smiled weakly and nodded. “Everything's fine.”
. . . SUMMARY. you suddenly change positions and take control during sex !
. . . PAIRINGS. maekar, aerion, daeron, valarr x wife!reader.
. . . CW. +18 content, afab! reader, aerion is rough (ofc), praising, begging, pet names.
. . . WC. 1.4K
. . . NOTES. it's my very first time writing for maekar and valarr... apologies in advance. huhuhu. i hope you enjoy this post, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated. asks open. 💌
MAEKAR. the first time you push him onto his back, he looks up at you like you’ve grown a second head. like, what in the seven hells is this woman doing now? he’s used to being the one who fucks you — not the other way around. not you taking control over him like he’s some virgin boy you can tame as you please.
his eyebrows shoot up and his lips part slightly. you already know something grumpy is about to come out of that mouth. “what the fuck are you—” his rough words die in his throat the second you sink down on his cock.
he inhales sharply as his hands fly to your hips and waist, gripping the soft flesh in a bruising, punishing hold. he has enough trouble dealing with his children — now he has a bratty wife too? but as soon as you start moving up and down on his dick, his brain turns off. he tries to keep control, but the way your pussy swallows his cock with every roll of your hips makes him want to surrender completely.
his jaw clenches and a low growl rumbles from deep in his throat. his eyes never leave your body as he assesses this new position. maybe it wasn’t so bad… he has a perfect view of your tits bouncing every time you stuff your pussy full of his aching cock.
he breathes heavily through his nose after a rough curse leaves his lips, hands still gripping your sides like iron. he’s fighting the urge to flip you over and remind you exactly who’s in charge, but he holds back. at least for now.
as you keep riding him, his composure slowly shatters — deep breaths, low curses, and broken moans he tries and barely manages to swallow. he squeezes your waist in a silent command, eyes burning into you as if to say ‘if you’re going to do this, at least don’t torture me.’
you obey. and maekar finally snaps. one hand slides up to squeeze your breast while the other guides your hips, his own hips thrusting up to meet you with powerful strokes.
“i hope you fucking realize that this will not happen again.”
oh, but it will. especially on those nights when he’s exhausted but still needs to bury his cock inside you.
AERION. you managed to catch him off guard. just this once. he looks surprised when you push him down and climb on top, but that shock quickly morphs into something far more dangerous. aerion smirks, his violet eyes piercing into yours with a challenging gleam. he flashes a hint of his canines. “now you wish to ride the dragon? are you certain you can handle me?” he asks, every word dripping with mockery.
his gaze drops to your pussy as it slowly envelops his cock inch by inch. his nails bite into your skin as he lets out a deep, guttural growl. his half-lidded eyes never leave the sight of his cock disappearing into your cunt every time you sink down, like it’s the most magnificent view in the world.
his hands slide down your body to grab your ass, squeezing hard and pulling you flush against him, forcing you to take him to the hilt. you don’t stay in control for long. soon he’s fighting to take over, gripping your hips and slamming up into you with restless, powerful thrusts.
“look at you… so fucking perfect.” he grunts against your skin, breath hot. his lips latch onto the swell of your tits, kissing, licking, and biting without any gentleness. he leaves open-mouthed marks all over your chest, sucking dark bruises and bites into your skin like a dragon marking his claim. “always thinking you can tame me, my sweet naive wife.” this time he isn’t smirking — he sneers. because you almost, almost do tame him, and that bruises his draconic ego more than he’ll ever admit.
your teasing only makes it worse. you slow your pace deliberately while he keeps trying to force you down harder. he’s not having it. in one swift motion his arms snake around your waist, nails digging into your back hard enough to leave scratches. you squirm and moan from the sharp mix of pain and pleasure.
“enough.” he hisses against your mouth, done with your games. his lips crash into yours, tongue forcing its way inside as he starts pounding up into you harder and faster, whispering filthy curses and possessive words against your swollen lips.
“next time you want to play dragonrider, make sure you’re prepared for a real dragon, wife.”
DAERON. his brain short-circuits the moment you take control and climb on his lap. he doesn’t even try to fight back — he’s too stunned to react properly at first. daeron blinks a few times, suddenly finding himself on his back, and the second you sink down on his cock he loses the ability to form a single coherent sentence.
“oh, gods… fuck, mmh…” his eyes roll back as you start riding him. his hands are everywhere — groping your tits, squeezing your waist, gripping your hips and thighs. he squeezes and kneads your flesh like he can’t decide where to touch first, completely overwhelmed. the room fills with the wet sound of your hips meeting his and his shameless, breathy moans and whimpers.
you deliberately slow your pace just to watch him, and he whines almost instantly. “please, my love… i’ve been good. don’t do this to me…” his voice cracks, sounding dangerously close to tears as his hips buck up desperately, trying to fuck himself into you faster.
the sight is too pathetic to resist. you pick up the pace again and his thighs start trembling. every time your cunt squeezes around him, his cock twitches hard inside you. daeron is moaning loudly with every wet slap of skin, tears gathering in his eyes as he struggles to keep them on your face instead of your bouncing tits. “just like that… keep going… ’m so close… so close…”
he completely loses control right before the edge. his hands grip your waist tightly as he thrusts up into you with frantic force, hitting that perfect spot until you both shatter. he cums with a long, broken whimper, burying himself deep as your walls spasm around him.
“fuck… you did it so good,” he pants, still twitching inside you. “if i knew you had it in you i would’ve put you on my lap myself much sooner.”
VALARR. his eyes widen when you suddenly change positions. the usually composed prince freezes as you straddle his lap, a small, surprised sound escaping his throat. he doesn’t trust himself to speak — he knows his voice would tremble. but then a small, charming smile curves his lips, letting you know he’s more than happy to let you take control this time. he leans back slightly, placing his hands gently on your thighs as he watches you sink down on his cock with hooded eyes.
“you’re so beautiful,” valarr murmurs. his hands stroke slowly up your thighs, taking their time as they move to your hips and waist, and finally to your breasts. his thumbs brush over your hardened nipples, focused on your pleasure before his own.
as you keep riding him, his composure begins to crack. his jaw clenches, trying to hold back low groans, and his breathing grows ragged. those gentle eyes burn into you now with a hunger and intensity you’ve rarely seen from him.
your movements falter for a second at the sight, but he gives you another sweet smile, even as his lips tremble slightly. “don’t be cruel, sweetheart. keep going.” he encourages in a breathy whisper, rolling his hips up to meet yours, silently begging you to ride him harder. when you obey, his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he inhales deeply. his voice grows more desperate. “yes— that’s my girl. my wife. gods…”
your pussy swallows his cock with every roll of your hips. he pulls you down against his chest, and you melt into him as your climaxes draw closer. his parted lips brush against your neck, hot and humid, while he moans softly and whispers sweet praises. his thrusts become deeper and more controlled, focused entirely on making you cum first.
when you finally shatter around him, he lets himself go, cumming deep inside you with a quiet, trembling groan.
he stays buried inside you for a long moment, softening but not pulling out as you both catch your breath. his hand strokes your back with quiet devotion, fingers eventually burying into the hair at the nape of your neck.
“you do not cease to surprise me, my dear,” he murmurs. “you’ve just opened my eyes… i may be made to be beneath you.”
yeah, just hear me out. the wine spills down your tits, and he can't help but stare for a moment at the rivulet flowing down between them. he leans in, tongue darting out to press against your skin right on your sternum. he licks a slow streak up to your collarbone, not letting a single drop of the red liquid go to waste. the mix of salt from your skin and the sweet wine creates a rich flavor he realizes he can't get enough of.
“mm, fuck, this is much better.” he'd drawl against your sticky skin, his lips brushing their way to the underside of one of your tits. his hot tongue catches the small red drops dripping from your nipple before his mouth closes around it, teasing and sucking like he's drinking the sweet nectar of the gods themselves. his other hand squeezes your other breast, pinching your nipple until you let out a sound caught between pain and pleasure. “mmh… sorry, pretty lady.”
but when your back arches, pressing his face closer against your chest, a stupid, cheeky grin appears on his face. “… so you do enjoy it.”
he wastes no time pressing your tits together and burying his face between them with a pathetic little whimper. you feel him grinding his aching, clothed cock against your thigh which makes you smirk in return.
“so you are enjoying this, too.” you purr, burying your hands in his messy hair. he hides his face even deeper between them and gives a small warning bite. you gasp, tugging at his sandy locks and drawing a quiet moan from him against your wet skin.
“stop it with the teasings, woman.” daeron growled, finally pulling himself off your chest. his lips are slightly parted and shiny with drool and wine. just when you think he's finished, the cold wine caresses down your stomach this time, making you to bite your lower lip. he drops to his knees, hands gripping your waist as he drags hot, open-mouthed kisses from your navel down to your pelvis, and your hips tilt forward instinctively, trying to guide the hot feeling of his tongue down to your already clenching pussy. his hands are already starting to tremble.
“on the bed. now. please. and spread those legs for me.”
just a silly lil thought going through my head. dont mind me. :P i hope you guys like it, my asks are open for whatever u wanna say <3 likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!
cw: mdni, afab! reader, suggestive, mentions of blood, mentions on having a boner, and mentions of being drunk, mentions of tits, these are my headcanons !!
notes: i was gonna start with 'how they would fuck you' but felt a little too much for my first post lol. anyway enjoy, i love these men sm !!
── .✦ AERION.
We all know this man is intense. When he kisses you, he does it like he means it — leaving no part of you unconquered. He’ll kiss anywhere he can get his mouth on: your lips, your neck, your shoulder, even in public. He literally does not care. You’re his. He claimed you like a dragon claims his prize, and he wants everyone to know how proud he is of his treasure.
Aerion will leave marks on your skin too — bites and hickeys placed strategically on spots you cannot easily hide. He knows he probably shouldn’t, but he couldn’t care less. A dragon does not concern himself with such stupidities. Why would he hold back, when you're like a feast open for him to take whenever he wishes?
And when he kisses your lips he literally has no mercy. It won't start tender or slow, no, he dives in from the first second, finding any way to make you gasp against his mouth so he can slip his tongue into your wet heat — he might claw at your arm, might bite your lower lip until it bleeds. This man doesn’t mind hurting you a little. He’ll make it up to you later — he always promises between kisses, not even pulling back to talk or breathe properly. He’s so desperate and overwhelming that you can’t help but let him have his way with you.
── .✦ DAERON.
I’d give this man a prize if he doesn’t get a boner within the first two minutes of making out with you. If you thought Aerion was desperate, just wait until you meet his pathetic older brother — grasping at your clothes, trying to silence his whimpers against your mouth. Because Daeron is loud. And messy as fuck.
If he’s drunk enough, he’ll kiss you right there in the tavern, shame completely dissolved in his wine-clouded brain. And gods, he’s touchy. Let your guard down for even a second and his hands will find their way to your tits like they have a mind of their own. If you scold him, he’ll grunt a half-hearted apology against your lips only to try again the moment you get distracted.
Oh, and sometimes he has to pull back from your mouth for a few seconds. He gets so overstimulated he’ll combust if he doesn’t stop — or maybe he’s just trying to keep his dick from straining too obviously against his pants. He’ll stay there with his eyes closed, whispering a quiet curse as he presses his lips to your neck, breathing hard, before diving back in to claim your mouth again.
── .✦ au in which you're the oldest daughter of viserys and alicent, and are destined to marry your older brother as tradition demands. while at first he's reluctant about the arrangement, he finds himself changing and wanting to make himself useful as a husband for you. ୨ৎ
── .✦ link to the bot.
── .✦ notes: this is my first aegon ii bot !! hope you like it. my asks are open for requests. <3 tysm for your attention.
I think there's something weirdly tragic about Maekar being a good king. Because the man we meet at Ashford would not be a good king. Which suggests that when he does take the Iron Throne, he makes a tremendous effort to play against his character, and do the boring work of keeping the peace and tolerating people that he doesn't like. And it's hard not to read that as Maekar trying to be as like Baelor as he can be, because it should be Baelor on the throne, and it's Maekar's fault that it isn't.
— notes .ᐟ first post on tumblr. honestly i wanna get closer to the users of my bots and to other amazing creators <3 also i'll be accepting requests over here too. just send the ask and i'll reply with the bot done !! tysm for your attention.
AEMOND . . .
1. WOLF IN A DRAGON'S DEN. in which user is an old friend of rhaenyra. she's a stark and was sent to the red keep to negotiate peace with the greens. things turn worse than expected when they decide to keep you with them... indefinitely. ( stark! user , enemies to lovers )
2. SMALLFOLK. in which user is aemond's sister. on her way to the sept to offer her daily prayers, she got attacked and harmed by the raging smallfolk. ( sister! user , targcest )
3. RECKLESS, DRUNKEN SISTER. in which user is aemond's sister. she likes to drink and flirt excessively, even if front of the whole court. aemond is growing tired of her behavior. ( sister! user , targcest )
AERION . . .
1 . POSSESSIVENESS. in which aerion can't help but frighten the man that's been looking at his betrothed during the banquet. ( betrothed! user )
2. DRAGON AND DOVE. in which, despite being almost identical twins, their personality are nothing alike. settled during ashford tournament. ( twin! user , targcest )
3. BLOODTHIRSTY DRAGON. in which aerion cannot help but terrorize user everytime he wishes for her blood. ( vampire au , vampire! aerion )
BAELOR . . .
1 . FAVORITISM. in which baelor favores her niece despite her behavior. ( uncle! baelor , niece! user , requested )
DAERON . . .
1 . HUNGRY JEALOUSY. in which daeron's thirst for blood increases the more emotional he gets. ( vampire! daeron )
2. THE LIONESS AND THE DRAGON DREAMER. in which daeron already had visions of her future with user, even if she refuses to believe them. ( lannister! user )
3. A SISTER'S LOVE. in which daeron can only rely on user to feel better. (sister! user, targcest )
