𐔌 ⠀⠀𓂃 ࣪ ִ⠀⠀aerion targaryen x spoiled princess reader !
contains ᦸ targcest smut oral f!receiving face sitting sub! aerion he cums in his pants manipulative reader! mentions of wounds and blood rushed ending? ٫٫ 4.1k part one
❛❛ you give your devote prince what he truly desires
Your footsteps were faint as you walked gracefully through one of the stone hallways in Ashford Castle; the torchlights flickered across the stone-carved walls and across your face, illuminating your purple eyes even more. The hemline of your robe brushed against your ankles with every step you took closer to his room. Closer to him.
A satisfied feeling spreads across your body when you see your sworn shield standing outside the door, meaning he had succeeded in the command you had given him. He never did like to make his princess angry. One of his hands was resting on the pommel of his sword, the torchlight flickering across his handsome face. The corner of your lips almost twitches up into a smirk when you notice the way his posture immediately straightens up when he notices your presence.
“Princess.” He bowed his head deeply in respect as you stopped in front of him. His eyes had no shame as he admired your form; it's not like you minded it anyway. You loved the attention. You were used to his wandering eyes and his touch. Ser Roland Crakehall had been your sworn shield for years; he knew some of your darkest secrets—the ones you allowed him to know at least.
The two of you shared dark secrets of your own.
“Be easy on him, princess. He won't survive any more of your cruelty." Ser Roland gave you that charming smirk, his tone teasing as he stepped to the side and quietly opened the large wood door to the prince’s private chambers. His eyes slowly raked up and down your body, a look you were all too familiar with in his eyes.
Your eyes sparkled with mischief, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you brushed past him and stepped into the doorway, looking back at him over your shoulder. Your tone was dangerously soft but filled with seduction as you batted your eyelashes coyly at him, “Maybe that’s what I desire.”
You drew your eyes away from your sworn shield as he quietly closed the door behind you, your eyes taking in the room. It was smaller than the one you were given, of course, Lord Ashford wouldn’t dare to insult the princess like that. The scent of the herbal healing medicines and the faint smell of blood lingered, mingling with the smoky scent from the lit fireplace.
The chambers were faintly lit by the flickers of the few candles in the wall holders, along with the moonlight. The contrast of the warm ambers danced with the cool blue hues of the night, creating a chiaroscuro ambiance.
Your eyes moved from the fireplace, following the glow of the moonlight to the large bed in the middle of the room, when you heard the sound of the furs rustling, accompanied by a weak groan. Your eyes found his pathetic figure in the dimly lit room. You took a few steps deeper into the room, your sharp and piercing eyes not leaving his still form.
“He won’t stop asking for you.”
Those words were indelibly etched in your mind over the past couple of days following the pathetic excuse of a trial of seven. Aerion was pathetic—letting everyone see how desperate he was, having the servants see him in such a way. Maybe if you were a better person, you might have felt a little sympathy for the servants who had to go back to Aerion, facing his wrath when he noticed you were nowhere in sight.
But you weren’t, and you were tired of their constant pestering.
Even that useless maester dared to stop you in one of the hallways, spewing some nonsense about how it could do some good for the injured prince if you went to see him, you stopped listening to the cunt when he said something about uplifting Aerion’s spirits.
From the servants to the maester, pestering you—you were utterly displeased.
You honestly couldn’t care less about the state Aerion was in and had no desire to see him—In your eyes, he deserved everything that had happened to him; he deserved worse. He embarrassed them all. It was amusing that Aerion had the gall to make a farce about Daeron having others clean up his messes, but then have 6 others fight his battles for him, instead of facing the hedge knight himself—but then your uncle came to you.
“Please, sweet girl, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think I’d help.”
It was unnatural to see your stern uncle in such a way when he had come to see you late in the night. You could see it in his posture that he hadn’t come for you to kiss all over his cuts and bruises; he wasn't searching for that addictive high and peace he always got while in your presence. He was silent as he poured him a goblet of wine, his footsteps heavy and slow as he limped over to the bed. A heavy grunt left his lips as he sat on the edge.
You had quietly pushed the thick blankets off of you, the bed creaking as you crawled over to where Maekar sat. The hem of your short nightgown raised to the top of your thighs as you shifted to sit up on your knees. You were careful as you hugged your tense uncle from behind, placing the softest kisses to where his neck and shoulder met. When he uttered those words, your jaw clenched, you knew you couldn’t say no to Maekar…not him…not when he was like this.
That was the night before, and you were just now coming to see the hurt prince. You wanted to make him suffer more; he was never one for patience. The more desperate he was, the better it was to toy with him. And Gods did you love to toy with him. He was good at taking it, a rare compliment from you in your own sick way.
“I asked for you...days ago—“ Aerion managed to speak through clenched teeth, every word costing him. He bit off a groan, cutting himself off with a pained cough as he slowly turned his head to find you, his eyesight blurry, but he could see your glorious figure moving closer to him.
He let out a sharp exhale before he continued in a strained voice, “And you come now?”
Your hands gathered the fabric of your robe and nightgown at your hips as your steps paused before the rug, stepping out of your slippers and onto the hand-woven rug. You clicked your tongue in disapproval, clearly irritated by his words. “If you truly wanted to see me, you would have gotten up and found me yourself.”
You took a few more steps closer to the bed, scrunching your nose up at the ghastly sight of the cuts and bruises decorating his skin, the more serious ones covered by bandages. The blanket was pulled up to his waist, his skin covered in moonlight kisses.
You shook your head mockingly, stopping your lips from twitching into a smirk as you leaned against the wooden bedpost. Your eyes raked over him slowly, a dramatic sigh leaving your lips as you continued, “But of course you had to get others to do it for you.”
”You didn't want me enough, is that it?” You accused him with a breathy whisper, your lips twisting into a faux pitiful pout. Your fingers slowly unbutton the top buttons of your robe to expose more skin as the words left your lips. You knew he would fall right into your palms after a little emotional guilt-tripping and skin showing.
It was pathetic how easy he was, and you loved it.
Aerion’s breath hitched, and his fingers weakly gripped the sheets, wishing his hands were gripping your hips instead. His mouth watered at the sight. He begged himself to move, to touch you and show you how much he truly wanted you, but he couldn’t, and you knew that. He grunted with a hint of a whine, “Stop.”
“Stop undressing? I thought you liked it when I’m all bare for you?” You taunted him with a tilt of your head, giving him a sultry view of the top of your chest and your neck—that dangerous pout still on your lips. You loved to use his own words against him, showing him how pathetic he truly is.
A pathetic whimper slipped past Aerion's lips, “Please….”
You swallowed the insults you wished to belittle him with, but remembering your uncle's defeated face caused you to stop. You let the robe slowly fall from your body and fall to a pile on the floor by your feet, showing your white—nearly sheer lace nightdress. Your hair was natural down your back in waves, the moonlight kissing along your skin. You looked enchanting under the moon and candlelight, Aerion’s breath hitching at the sight.
You hitched up your nightdress as you climbed up on the bed, the bed creaking from the movement. Your eyes never left his as you slowly crawled across the bed and closer to him on your hands and knees. He felt his mouth water at the sight of your chest, the way your tits pressed against the fabric so perfectly from the angle.
You noticed where his eyes fell, you purred tauntingly sweet, "Isn't this what you wanted? To see me?”
You stopped at his side, your hair falling down your back as you perched up on your side, holding yourself up with your elbow. Aerion’s brain instinctively told himself to move closer to you, but the strain on his body forced him to stay still. For the tiniest moment, you wondered what was wrong with you when you felt no sympathy at the sight of his injuries so up close.
You didn't feel sympathy, but you sure knew how to fake it.
“I don’t smell milk of the poppy,” you mused airily, just now noticing the lack of that nauseating smell of the thick white liquid in the room. Your free hand lifted, the tips of your fingers were feather-light as you slowly moved them up his thigh and lower abdomen.
His mouth dropped in want from the feeling of your delicate touch, something he’s never felt and something he didn't know he desired so much until he felt it in that moment. He didn't deserve the softness you scarcely showed. Every detail from your previous moment together and the cruel words you had spoken had played over and over in his head as he lay there for days. It was a beautiful nightmare that he couldn’t escape.
He didn't want to escape it.
“I wished to be myself when you came,” he whispered breathlessly as he tilted his head to look up at you better. You noticed the way his chest rose and fell faster, the corners of your lips just begging to twitch up into a smirk at the sight of him already so overwhelmed. He had been fully enthralled with you for as long as he could remember.
You felt disgust at the feeling of your heart fluttering from the pure devotion Aerion was once showing you again. Your fingertips were teasingly grazing against his sensitive nipples as you moved your fingers closer to his collarbone. Fluttering your eyelashes charmingly, you cooed breathlessly, “How devoted of you.”
“It was sweet of you,” You started as you broke the several beats of silence that filled the room, along with the faint sound of the fire crackling. The words you had murmured tasted bitter leaving your lips, but you knew it was necessary…your uncle better get you the prettiest dress or jewels as a reward for this.
You’d prefer his cock to a dress and jewels…and he knew that.
“You coming to me—wanting me, in moments you thought were your last,” you purred, your voice soft with honeyed satisfaction as you looked down at him through your eyelashes with your riveting gaze. Your fingers continued their journey across his chest, dancing around the bruises and cuts. Sweet wouldn’t have been the word you would choose if you were being honest; you hated how a small part of you found it desirable.
An unfamiliar warmth spreads across his chest as your words sink in, stabbing him right in the heart. His eyes filled with unshed tears as he felt you place your hand over his heart. The gesture was so tender and so out of your character that it made his heart race. All he ever wanted was for you to feel that same desire, that same yearning he had for you, for him.
You’ve always been the same, even as a young girl. You’ve always had everyone wrapped around your finger, had everyone eating out of the palm of your hand. He wasn’t blind to it; he knew you liked everyone’s attention, he just wanted to be the only one you loved.
He was delusional enough to believe he would get it, as long as he was good for you…as long as he showed you pure devotion.
A mixture of a whimper and a whine left Aerion’s lips as you removed your hand from his chest, his eyes never leaving your hand. Your touch was light, almost teasing, as you slowly traced down the curve of your shoulder and down to the line of your collarbone, your eyes never leaving his.
“Y-you do?” He stammered in disbelief, his weak but proud tone trailing off into silence as he got lost in following your hand. The tension in his body slowly disappeared, and it was replaced by want and desire as he watched your hand lower. The tips of your fingers moved down to the swell of your breasts.
His mouth watered as he watched your nipples press against your nightdress as they hardened. You wanted to roll your eyes at how desperate he sounded for your approval, but you kept that faux look of adoration on your face as you hummed “Mhm.”
“I thought I’d give you a reward for your valiant actions,” you whispered in that sweet tone you had mastered over the many years. He watched as you sat up on your knees, your hands slowly moved down your stomach and thighs to gather the soft linen hem of your nightgown.
You slowly pulled up your nightgown, inch by inch, slowly revealing more of your skin. First, it was your plush thighs and then the little sneak peek of your Venus mound between your thighs, the curves of your body, the soft skin of your stomach he’d love to trail wet kisses down.
You paused for a torturous moment, taking notice how Aerion’s breathing paused with you as the hemline paused just perfectly so he could see the undersides of your breasts. You didn't wait any longer before you pulled the nightgown over your head, your hair strands tickling your back. Aerion’s eyes didn't linger long on your breasts before his eyes fell to your thighs as you slowly spread them, giving him a look at what he’s always wanted.
You tilted your head to the side as one of your hands slowly moved down your stomach, stopping right above where he wanted to touch the most. You purred in that seductive tone you did so well, “Give you a real taste of what you desire.”
Aerion’s chin jutted weakly as he tried to nod; his arm brushed against the blankets as he moved his hand towards you, not being able to lift his arm. His fingers gently brushed against the soft skin of your knee, his tongue parted his lips as he slowly licked them, faintly tasting the metallic blood from his cut. He wished to touch you more, but the lack of your permission had him stop.
He begged with a breathless whine, “Please…”
You raised your eyebrow as you repeated his words as if you were testing him, “Please?”
“Please, princess,” he was quick to correct himself with wide eyes. He didn't wish to upset you…not when he was so close. You could see the panic in his eyes, cute.
“Since you asked so nicely,” you cooed as you batted your eyelashes down at him, not wasting any more time to give him what he wanted. The faster this was over, the faster you could find your way to Maekar’s bed.
Aerion’s eyes filled with desire, never leaving your body as you crawled up to his face, the bed creaking from the actions. He tried to ignore how natural the movements came to you, not wanting to think about how you’ve done this many times before with others.
One of your hands gripped the carved dark wood headboard as you adjusted your position. Your wet pussy hovering inches over his desperate tongue. You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked down at him, holding back the gasp you wanted to let out at the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin.
Even with the cuts and bruises decorating his face, Aerion looked undoubtedly ethereal between your thighs. His eyes filled with pure longing, a consuming desire to feast on you.
“Thank you.” A weak, wistful sigh left his lips as you finally lowered yourself to his mouth, his tone showing how pleased and relieved he was for not being denied your taste any longer. His tongue slipped through his parted lips, Aerion’s eyes rolling back as his tongue delved into your folds, your wetness coating his tongue and lips.
He moaned lewdly against you in pure bliss, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. He licked and sucked eagerly at you with a desperate and insatiable hunger, savoring your taste because he didn’t know the next time he would be blessed with it.
“Mmph, just like that,” you gasped softly, biting your lip to hold back any louder noises. You didn't wish to praise him too much and have his ego get any bigger. But it was too late, as soon as he heard those sweet noises leaving your lips, it lit a fire in his chest. The praise went straight to his cock, making it twitch under the loose breeches.
The sound of your moans and the taste of you on his tongue was driving him wild, making him forget all of his injuries and the throbbing pain he felt all through his body as he lifted his hands to grip the plush of your thighs and hold you down on his face. Your breath hitches, a loud moan catching in the back of your throat as his tongue presses into you harder.
He held you in place as he sucked on your clit with hard sucks, flicking his tongue back and forth over your sensitive pearl rabidly. The wet sounds of him feasting on you, the muffled sounds of pleasure coming from him, and your enchanting moans filled the chambers. Your sworn shield smirked at the faint sounds of your pleasure through the wood door, standing up straighter and squeezing the hilt of his sword harder.
“Oh, Kessa—tolī jaelan!” You moaned louder in your mother language, feeling his teeth graze against your sensitive flesh, his tongue and lips ached, but he had no care for it. The sounds of his mouth on you and the moans he was letting out were completely indecent and utterly delightful. You start to move your lips in slow circles, grinding yourself against his mouth with a desperate hunger. (Oh yes—I want more!)
Neither of you was worried about crushing him; he would be honored to die between your soft thighs. It was a death he would happily welcome with open arms and an even more open mouth. His grip on your thighs was bruising; he ate you like a man possessed—as if you were his last meal.
“Say it.” Your breath catches in your throat as you command him with a low moan, fluttering your eyes open to look down at him. Your half-lidded eyes locked eyes with his glazed pleading eyes, still so needy that he was begging for more. You smirked and pressed yourself more down onto his mouth. You seductively crooned as you finished your command, “Tell me how good I taste.”
His violet eyes glisten up at you, filled with desperation and devotion as your mound presses harder against his eager mouth. He lets out a desperate, muffled whine against you, the vibrations nearly having you bucking against his bruised face. You bring your hand down, your fingers tangled into his hair.
”I can’t hear you,” you taunted him with a cruel smile as you gripped onto his silver strands and pulled him away from your cunt. A pained gasp left his lips, and a whine followed closely after at the feeling of you tugging at his hair. His mouth instinctively tried to move back to your cunt, but you just tug harder, your heart fluttering at the sound of his pained whine.
“Mmmph…divine—you taste divine,” He moaned pathetically, his tongue darting out to lock his lips, desperately trying to savor every last drop of your taste. His hands itched on your thighs; he used all the power he had to stop himself from pulling you back down on his mouth. He could feel it, the way your thighs trembled; you had been close.
He needed to feel you come apart on his tongue.
Your grip on his hair loosens as you pull him back towards your burning heat, right where he wanted to be. The moment your grip slackened, he was surging forward with a desperate, grateful moan. His mouth latched onto you with an insatiable hunger, his tongue delving back deep inside you, eager to bring you to the peak you deserved.
His tongue slides between your lips, finding your clit with a happy moan, circling it in wet, worshipful strokes that make your thighs tremble. The headboard creaked as you gripped it tight, your hips bucking against his mouth with little care for him, grinding yourself harder into his ruined but beautiful face.
Your thighs trembled and quivered around his face, your walls clenching around his tongue as his nose pressed into your clit. One of your hands stayed in his hair while the other kneaded your breast, your fingers rolling and twisting your nipple. You tried to hold in your moans, but the closer you got, the less you cared. Let his ego get better, let him become even more desperate and devoted to you.
You would give him this.
“F-fuck—!” You threw your head back as you let out a loud moan that would play over and over in his head for years, finally giving into the pleasure that had been building inside you as he feasted on you, cumming hard on his tongue. He moans loudly as your nectar floods his mouth, the vibrations extending your orgasm, a bigger wave of pleasure washing over your body.
Aerion loses himself completely as he greedily drinks and laps at your convulsing cunt, desperate to catch every drop of your sweet nectar. His eyes rolling back with a choked-out moan against you as his own hips buck involuntarily against the air between his legs, the hot burst of pleasure he felt was accompanied by the sharp pain coursing through his body.
Making his release even better.
You pushed yourself back up, gripping the wood headboard with two hands as you hovered over his mouth with shaky thighs, his hands on your thighs falling to the bed limply. You smiled down at the ruined sight of Aerion, a small cry leaving his lips as he felt you pull away, as if he wasn't done with you. You found it cute, he couldn’t even breathe properly—his whole body trembling, and yet he still wanted to feast on you.
Your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath. You reach down and grip Aerion's chin roughly. All that faux kindness was long gone in your eyes as you looked into his own watery eyes, tears rolling down his face, mixing with your nectar. You gripped his face harder, a pained gasp leaving his bloodied lips—the cut on his lip opened from his vigorous feasting.
You leaned down, your eyes filled with such cruelness it nearly took his breath away. Those pathetic tears kept rolling down his face, his chest rising and falling faster as he felt a sense of panic go through him. What did he do wrong? He intently begged you to give him another chance; he could do better, he swore it.
The sound of your cruel, sharp hiss breaks the silence of the chambers.
“Next time, come get me yourself.”
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𐔌 ⠀⠀𓂃 ࣪ ִ⠀⠀aerion targaryen x spoiled princess reader !
contains ᦸ targcest smut oral f!receiving face sitting sub! aerion he cums in his pants manipulative reader! mentions of wounds and blood rushed ending? ٫٫ 4.1k part one
❛❛ you give your devote prince what he truly desires
Your footsteps were faint as you walked gracefully through one of the stone hallways in Ashford Castle; the torchlights flickered across the stone-carved walls and across your face, illuminating your purple eyes even more. The hemline of your robe brushed against your ankles with every step you took closer to his room. Closer to him.
A satisfied feeling spreads across your body when you see your sworn shield standing outside the door, meaning he had succeeded in the command you had given him. He never did like to make his princess angry. One of his hands was resting on the pommel of his sword, the torchlight flickering across his handsome face. The corner of your lips almost twitches up into a smirk when you notice the way his posture immediately straightens up when he notices your presence.
“Princess.” He bowed his head deeply in respect as you stopped in front of him. His eyes had no shame as he admired your form; it's not like you minded it anyway. You loved the attention. You were used to his wandering eyes and his touch. Ser Roland Crakehall had been your sworn shield for years; he knew some of your darkest secrets—the ones you allowed him to know at least.
The two of you shared dark secrets of your own.
“Be easy on him, princess. He won't survive any more of your cruelty." Ser Roland gave you that charming smirk, his tone teasing as he stepped to the side and quietly opened the large wood door to the prince’s private chambers. His eyes slowly raked up and down your body, a look you were all too familiar with in his eyes.
Your eyes sparkled with mischief, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you brushed past him and stepped into the doorway, looking back at him over your shoulder. Your tone was dangerously soft but filled with seduction as you batted your eyelashes coyly at him, “Maybe that’s what I desire.”
You drew your eyes away from your sworn shield as he quietly closed the door behind you, your eyes taking in the room. It was smaller than the one you were given, of course, Lord Ashford wouldn’t dare to insult the princess like that. The scent of the herbal healing medicines and the faint smell of blood lingered, mingling with the smoky scent from the lit fireplace.
The chambers were faintly lit by the flickers of the few candles in the wall holders, along with the moonlight. The contrast of the warm ambers danced with the cool blue hues of the night, creating a chiaroscuro ambiance.
Your eyes moved from the fireplace, following the glow of the moonlight to the large bed in the middle of the room, when you heard the sound of the furs rustling, accompanied by a weak groan. Your eyes found his pathetic figure in the dimly lit room. You took a few steps deeper into the room, your sharp and piercing eyes not leaving his still form.
“He won’t stop asking for you.”
Those words were indelibly etched in your mind over the past couple of days following the pathetic excuse of a trial of seven. Aerion was pathetic—letting everyone see how desperate he was, having the servants see him in such a way. Maybe if you were a better person, you might have felt a little sympathy for the servants who had to go back to Aerion, facing his wrath when he noticed you were nowhere in sight.
But you weren’t, and you were tired of their constant pestering.
Even that useless maester dared to stop you in one of the hallways, spewing some nonsense about how it could do some good for the injured prince if you went to see him, you stopped listening to the cunt when he said something about uplifting Aerion’s spirits.
From the servants to the maester, pestering you—you were utterly displeased.
You honestly couldn’t care less about the state Aerion was in and had no desire to see him—In your eyes, he deserved everything that had happened to him; he deserved worse. He embarrassed them all. It was amusing that Aerion had the gall to make a farce about Daeron having others clean up his messes, but then have 6 others fight his battles for him, instead of facing the hedge knight himself—but then your uncle came to you.
“Please, sweet girl, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think I’d help.”
It was unnatural to see your stern uncle in such a way when he had come to see you late in the night. You could see it in his posture that he hadn’t come for you to kiss all over his cuts and bruises; he wasn't searching for that addictive high and peace he always got while in your presence. He was silent as he poured him a goblet of wine, his footsteps heavy and slow as he limped over to the bed. A heavy grunt left his lips as he sat on the edge.
You had quietly pushed the thick blankets off of you, the bed creaking as you crawled over to where Maekar sat. The hem of your short nightgown raised to the top of your thighs as you shifted to sit up on your knees. You were careful as you hugged your tense uncle from behind, placing the softest kisses to where his neck and shoulder met. When he uttered those words, your jaw clenched, you knew you couldn’t say no to Maekar…not him…not when he was like this.
That was the night before, and you were just now coming to see the hurt prince. You wanted to make him suffer more; he was never one for patience. The more desperate he was, the better it was to toy with him. And Gods did you love to toy with him. He was good at taking it, a rare compliment from you in your own sick way.
“I asked for you...days ago—“ Aerion managed to speak through clenched teeth, every word costing him. He bit off a groan, cutting himself off with a pained cough as he slowly turned his head to find you, his eyesight blurry, but he could see your glorious figure moving closer to him.
He let out a sharp exhale before he continued in a strained voice, “And you come now?”
Your hands gathered the fabric of your robe and nightgown at your hips as your steps paused before the rug, stepping out of your slippers and onto the hand-woven rug. You clicked your tongue in disapproval, clearly irritated by his words. “If you truly wanted to see me, you would have gotten up and found me yourself.”
You took a few more steps closer to the bed, scrunching your nose up at the ghastly sight of the cuts and bruises decorating his skin, the more serious ones covered by bandages. The blanket was pulled up to his waist, his skin covered in moonlight kisses.
You shook your head mockingly, stopping your lips from twitching into a smirk as you leaned against the wooden bedpost. Your eyes raked over him slowly, a dramatic sigh leaving your lips as you continued, “But of course you had to get others to do it for you.”
”You didn't want me enough, is that it?” You accused him with a breathy whisper, your lips twisting into a faux pitiful pout. Your fingers slowly unbutton the top buttons of your robe to expose more skin as the words left your lips. You knew he would fall right into your palms after a little emotional guilt-tripping and skin showing.
It was pathetic how easy he was, and you loved it.
Aerion’s breath hitched, and his fingers weakly gripped the sheets, wishing his hands were gripping your hips instead. His mouth watered at the sight. He begged himself to move, to touch you and show you how much he truly wanted you, but he couldn’t, and you knew that. He grunted with a hint of a whine, “Stop.”
“Stop undressing? I thought you liked it when I’m all bare for you?” You taunted him with a tilt of your head, giving him a sultry view of the top of your chest and your neck—that dangerous pout still on your lips. You loved to use his own words against him, showing him how pathetic he truly is.
A pathetic whimper slipped past Aerion's lips, “Please….”
You swallowed the insults you wished to belittle him with, but remembering your uncle's defeated face caused you to stop. You let the robe slowly fall from your body and fall to a pile on the floor by your feet, showing your white—nearly sheer lace nightdress. Your hair was natural down your back in waves, the moonlight kissing along your skin. You looked enchanting under the moon and candlelight, Aerion’s breath hitching at the sight.
You hitched up your nightdress as you climbed up on the bed, the bed creaking from the movement. Your eyes never left his as you slowly crawled across the bed and closer to him on your hands and knees. He felt his mouth water at the sight of your chest, the way your tits pressed against the fabric so perfectly from the angle.
You noticed where his eyes fell, you purred tauntingly sweet, "Isn't this what you wanted? To see me?”
You stopped at his side, your hair falling down your back as you perched up on your side, holding yourself up with your elbow. Aerion’s brain instinctively told himself to move closer to you, but the strain on his body forced him to stay still. For the tiniest moment, you wondered what was wrong with you when you felt no sympathy at the sight of his injuries so up close.
You didn't feel sympathy, but you sure knew how to fake it.
“I don’t smell milk of the poppy,” you mused airily, just now noticing the lack of that nauseating smell of the thick white liquid in the room. Your free hand lifted, the tips of your fingers were feather-light as you slowly moved them up his thigh and lower abdomen.
His mouth dropped in want from the feeling of your delicate touch, something he’s never felt and something he didn't know he desired so much until he felt it in that moment. He didn't deserve the softness you scarcely showed. Every detail from your previous moment together and the cruel words you had spoken had played over and over in his head as he lay there for days. It was a beautiful nightmare that he couldn’t escape.
He didn't want to escape it.
“I wished to be myself when you came,” he whispered breathlessly as he tilted his head to look up at you better. You noticed the way his chest rose and fell faster, the corners of your lips just begging to twitch up into a smirk at the sight of him already so overwhelmed. He had been fully enthralled with you for as long as he could remember.
You felt disgust at the feeling of your heart fluttering from the pure devotion Aerion was once showing you again. Your fingertips were teasingly grazing against his sensitive nipples as you moved your fingers closer to his collarbone. Fluttering your eyelashes charmingly, you cooed breathlessly, “How devoted of you.”
“It was sweet of you,” You started as you broke the several beats of silence that filled the room, along with the faint sound of the fire crackling. The words you had murmured tasted bitter leaving your lips, but you knew it was necessary…your uncle better get you the prettiest dress or jewels as a reward for this.
You’d prefer his cock to a dress and jewels…and he knew that.
“You coming to me—wanting me, in moments you thought were your last,” you purred, your voice soft with honeyed satisfaction as you looked down at him through your eyelashes with your riveting gaze. Your fingers continued their journey across his chest, dancing around the bruises and cuts. Sweet wouldn’t have been the word you would choose if you were being honest; you hated how a small part of you found it desirable.
An unfamiliar warmth spreads across his chest as your words sink in, stabbing him right in the heart. His eyes filled with unshed tears as he felt you place your hand over his heart. The gesture was so tender and so out of your character that it made his heart race. All he ever wanted was for you to feel that same desire, that same yearning he had for you, for him.
You’ve always been the same, even as a young girl. You’ve always had everyone wrapped around your finger, had everyone eating out of the palm of your hand. He wasn’t blind to it; he knew you liked everyone’s attention, he just wanted to be the only one you loved.
He was delusional enough to believe he would get it, as long as he was good for you…as long as he showed you pure devotion.
A mixture of a whimper and a whine left Aerion’s lips as you removed your hand from his chest, his eyes never leaving your hand. Your touch was light, almost teasing, as you slowly traced down the curve of your shoulder and down to the line of your collarbone, your eyes never leaving his.
“Y-you do?” He stammered in disbelief, his weak but proud tone trailing off into silence as he got lost in following your hand. The tension in his body slowly disappeared, and it was replaced by want and desire as he watched your hand lower. The tips of your fingers moved down to the swell of your breasts.
His mouth watered as he watched your nipples press against your nightdress as they hardened. You wanted to roll your eyes at how desperate he sounded for your approval, but you kept that faux look of adoration on your face as you hummed “Mhm.”
“I thought I’d give you a reward for your valiant actions,” you whispered in that sweet tone you had mastered over the many years. He watched as you sat up on your knees, your hands slowly moved down your stomach and thighs to gather the soft linen hem of your nightgown.
You slowly pulled up your nightgown, inch by inch, slowly revealing more of your skin. First, it was your plush thighs and then the little sneak peek of your Venus mound between your thighs, the curves of your body, the soft skin of your stomach he’d love to trail wet kisses down.
You paused for a torturous moment, taking notice how Aerion’s breathing paused with you as the hemline paused just perfectly so he could see the undersides of your breasts. You didn't wait any longer before you pulled the nightgown over your head, your hair strands tickling your back. Aerion’s eyes didn't linger long on your breasts before his eyes fell to your thighs as you slowly spread them, giving him a look at what he’s always wanted.
You tilted your head to the side as one of your hands slowly moved down your stomach, stopping right above where he wanted to touch the most. You purred in that seductive tone you did so well, “Give you a real taste of what you desire.”
Aerion’s chin jutted weakly as he tried to nod; his arm brushed against the blankets as he moved his hand towards you, not being able to lift his arm. His fingers gently brushed against the soft skin of your knee, his tongue parted his lips as he slowly licked them, faintly tasting the metallic blood from his cut. He wished to touch you more, but the lack of your permission had him stop.
He begged with a breathless whine, “Please…”
You raised your eyebrow as you repeated his words as if you were testing him, “Please?”
“Please, princess,” he was quick to correct himself with wide eyes. He didn't wish to upset you…not when he was so close. You could see the panic in his eyes, cute.
“Since you asked so nicely,” you cooed as you batted your eyelashes down at him, not wasting any more time to give him what he wanted. The faster this was over, the faster you could find your way to Maekar’s bed.
Aerion’s eyes filled with desire, never leaving your body as you crawled up to his face, the bed creaking from the actions. He tried to ignore how natural the movements came to you, not wanting to think about how you’ve done this many times before with others.
One of your hands gripped the carved dark wood headboard as you adjusted your position. Your wet pussy hovering inches over his desperate tongue. You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked down at him, holding back the gasp you wanted to let out at the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin.
Even with the cuts and bruises decorating his face, Aerion looked undoubtedly ethereal between your thighs. His eyes filled with pure longing, a consuming desire to feast on you.
“Thank you.” A weak, wistful sigh left his lips as you finally lowered yourself to his mouth, his tone showing how pleased and relieved he was for not being denied your taste any longer. His tongue slipped through his parted lips, Aerion’s eyes rolling back as his tongue delved into your folds, your wetness coating his tongue and lips.
He moaned lewdly against you in pure bliss, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. He licked and sucked eagerly at you with a desperate and insatiable hunger, savoring your taste because he didn’t know the next time he would be blessed with it.
“Mmph, just like that,” you gasped softly, biting your lip to hold back any louder noises. You didn't wish to praise him too much and have his ego get any bigger. But it was too late, as soon as he heard those sweet noises leaving your lips, it lit a fire in his chest. The praise went straight to his cock, making it twitch under the loose breeches.
The sound of your moans and the taste of you on his tongue was driving him wild, making him forget all of his injuries and the throbbing pain he felt all through his body as he lifted his hands to grip the plush of your thighs and hold you down on his face. Your breath hitches, a loud moan catching in the back of your throat as his tongue presses into you harder.
He held you in place as he sucked on your clit with hard sucks, flicking his tongue back and forth over your sensitive pearl rabidly. The wet sounds of him feasting on you, the muffled sounds of pleasure coming from him, and your enchanting moans filled the chambers. Your sworn shield smirked at the faint sounds of your pleasure through the wood door, standing up straighter and squeezing the hilt of his sword harder.
“Oh, Kessa—tolī jaelan!” You moaned louder in your mother language, feeling his teeth graze against your sensitive flesh, his tongue and lips ached, but he had no care for it. The sounds of his mouth on you and the moans he was letting out were completely indecent and utterly delightful. You start to move your lips in slow circles, grinding yourself against his mouth with a desperate hunger. (Oh yes—I want more!)
Neither of you was worried about crushing him; he would be honored to die between your soft thighs. It was a death he would happily welcome with open arms and an even more open mouth. His grip on your thighs was bruising; he ate you like a man possessed—as if you were his last meal.
“Say it.” Your breath catches in your throat as you command him with a low moan, fluttering your eyes open to look down at him. Your half-lidded eyes locked eyes with his glazed pleading eyes, still so needy that he was begging for more. You smirked and pressed yourself more down onto his mouth. You seductively crooned as you finished your command, “Tell me how good I taste.”
His violet eyes glisten up at you, filled with desperation and devotion as your mound presses harder against his eager mouth. He lets out a desperate, muffled whine against you, the vibrations nearly having you bucking against his bruised face. You bring your hand down, your fingers tangled into his hair.
”I can’t hear you,” you taunted him with a cruel smile as you gripped onto his silver strands and pulled him away from your cunt. A pained gasp left his lips, and a whine followed closely after at the feeling of you tugging at his hair. His mouth instinctively tried to move back to your cunt, but you just tug harder, your heart fluttering at the sound of his pained whine.
“Mmmph…divine—you taste divine,” He moaned pathetically, his tongue darting out to lock his lips, desperately trying to savor every last drop of your taste. His hands itched on your thighs; he used all the power he had to stop himself from pulling you back down on his mouth. He could feel it, the way your thighs trembled; you had been close.
He needed to feel you come apart on his tongue.
Your grip on his hair loosens as you pull him back towards your burning heat, right where he wanted to be. The moment your grip slackened, he was surging forward with a desperate, grateful moan. His mouth latched onto you with an insatiable hunger, his tongue delving back deep inside you, eager to bring you to the peak you deserved.
His tongue slides between your lips, finding your clit with a happy moan, circling it in wet, worshipful strokes that make your thighs tremble. The headboard creaked as you gripped it tight, your hips bucking against his mouth with little care for him, grinding yourself harder into his ruined but beautiful face.
Your thighs trembled and quivered around his face, your walls clenching around his tongue as his nose pressed into your clit. One of your hands stayed in his hair while the other kneaded your breast, your fingers rolling and twisting your nipple. You tried to hold in your moans, but the closer you got, the less you cared. Let his ego get better, let him become even more desperate and devoted to you.
You would give him this.
“F-fuck—!” You threw your head back as you let out a loud moan that would play over and over in his head for years, finally giving into the pleasure that had been building inside you as he feasted on you, cumming hard on his tongue. He moans loudly as your nectar floods his mouth, the vibrations extending your orgasm, a bigger wave of pleasure washing over your body.
Aerion loses himself completely as he greedily drinks and laps at your convulsing cunt, desperate to catch every drop of your sweet nectar. His eyes rolling back with a choked-out moan against you as his own hips buck involuntarily against the air between his legs, the hot burst of pleasure he felt was accompanied by the sharp pain coursing through his body.
Making his release even better.
You pushed yourself back up, gripping the wood headboard with two hands as you hovered over his mouth with shaky thighs, his hands on your thighs falling to the bed limply. You smiled down at the ruined sight of Aerion, a small cry leaving his lips as he felt you pull away, as if he wasn't done with you. You found it cute, he couldn’t even breathe properly—his whole body trembling, and yet he still wanted to feast on you.
Your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath. You reach down and grip Aerion's chin roughly. All that faux kindness was long gone in your eyes as you looked into his own watery eyes, tears rolling down his face, mixing with your nectar. You gripped his face harder, a pained gasp leaving his bloodied lips—the cut on his lip opened from his vigorous feasting.
You leaned down, your eyes filled with such cruelness it nearly took his breath away. Those pathetic tears kept rolling down his face, his chest rising and falling faster as he felt a sense of panic go through him. What did he do wrong? He intently begged you to give him another chance; he could do better, he swore it.
The sound of your cruel, sharp hiss breaks the silence of the chambers.
“Next time, come get me yourself.”
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𐔌 ⠀⠀𓂃 ࣪ ִ⠀⠀aerion targaryen x spoiled princess reader !
contains ᦸ targcest smut oral f!receiving face sitting sub! aerion he cums in his pants manipulative reader! mentions of wounds and blood rushed ending? ٫٫ 4.1k part one
❛❛ you give your devote prince what he truly desires
Your footsteps were faint as you walked gracefully through one of the stone hallways in Ashford Castle; the torchlights flickered across the stone-carved walls and across your face, illuminating your purple eyes even more. The hemline of your robe brushed against your ankles with every step you took closer to his room. Closer to him.
A satisfied feeling spreads across your body when you see your sworn shield standing outside the door, meaning he had succeeded in the command you had given him. He never did like to make his princess angry. One of his hands was resting on the pommel of his sword, the torchlight flickering across his handsome face. The corner of your lips almost twitches up into a smirk when you notice the way his posture immediately straightens up when he notices your presence.
“Princess.” He bowed his head deeply in respect as you stopped in front of him. His eyes had no shame as he admired your form; it's not like you minded it anyway. You loved the attention. You were used to his wandering eyes and his touch. Ser Roland Crakehall had been your sworn shield for years; he knew some of your darkest secrets—the ones you allowed him to know at least.
The two of you shared dark secrets of your own.
“Be easy on him, princess. He won't survive any more of your cruelty." Ser Roland gave you that charming smirk, his tone teasing as he stepped to the side and quietly opened the large wood door to the prince’s private chambers. His eyes slowly raked up and down your body, a look you were all too familiar with in his eyes.
Your eyes sparkled with mischief, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you brushed past him and stepped into the doorway, looking back at him over your shoulder. Your tone was dangerously soft but filled with seduction as you batted your eyelashes coyly at him, “Maybe that’s what I desire.”
You drew your eyes away from your sworn shield as he quietly closed the door behind you, your eyes taking in the room. It was smaller than the one you were given, of course, Lord Ashford wouldn’t dare to insult the princess like that. The scent of the herbal healing medicines and the faint smell of blood lingered, mingling with the smoky scent from the lit fireplace.
The chambers were faintly lit by the flickers of the few candles in the wall holders, along with the moonlight. The contrast of the warm ambers danced with the cool blue hues of the night, creating a chiaroscuro ambiance.
Your eyes moved from the fireplace, following the glow of the moonlight to the large bed in the middle of the room, when you heard the sound of the furs rustling, accompanied by a weak groan. Your eyes found his pathetic figure in the dimly lit room. You took a few steps deeper into the room, your sharp and piercing eyes not leaving his still form.
“He won’t stop asking for you.”
Those words were indelibly etched in your mind over the past couple of days following the pathetic excuse of a trial of seven. Aerion was pathetic—letting everyone see how desperate he was, having the servants see him in such a way. Maybe if you were a better person, you might have felt a little sympathy for the servants who had to go back to Aerion, facing his wrath when he noticed you were nowhere in sight.
But you weren’t, and you were tired of their constant pestering.
Even that useless maester dared to stop you in one of the hallways, spewing some nonsense about how it could do some good for the injured prince if you went to see him, you stopped listening to the cunt when he said something about uplifting Aerion’s spirits.
From the servants to the maester, pestering you—you were utterly displeased.
You honestly couldn’t care less about the state Aerion was in and had no desire to see him—In your eyes, he deserved everything that had happened to him; he deserved worse. He embarrassed them all. It was amusing that Aerion had the gall to make a farce about Daeron having others clean up his messes, but then have 6 others fight his battles for him, instead of facing the hedge knight himself—but then your uncle came to you.
“Please, sweet girl, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think I’d help.”
It was unnatural to see your stern uncle in such a way when he had come to see you late in the night. You could see it in his posture that he hadn’t come for you to kiss all over his cuts and bruises; he wasn't searching for that addictive high and peace he always got while in your presence. He was silent as he poured him a goblet of wine, his footsteps heavy and slow as he limped over to the bed. A heavy grunt left his lips as he sat on the edge.
You had quietly pushed the thick blankets off of you, the bed creaking as you crawled over to where Maekar sat. The hem of your short nightgown raised to the top of your thighs as you shifted to sit up on your knees. You were careful as you hugged your tense uncle from behind, placing the softest kisses to where his neck and shoulder met. When he uttered those words, your jaw clenched, you knew you couldn’t say no to Maekar…not him…not when he was like this.
That was the night before, and you were just now coming to see the hurt prince. You wanted to make him suffer more; he was never one for patience. The more desperate he was, the better it was to toy with him. And Gods did you love to toy with him. He was good at taking it, a rare compliment from you in your own sick way.
“I asked for you...days ago—“ Aerion managed to speak through clenched teeth, every word costing him. He bit off a groan, cutting himself off with a pained cough as he slowly turned his head to find you, his eyesight blurry, but he could see your glorious figure moving closer to him.
He let out a sharp exhale before he continued in a strained voice, “And you come now?”
Your hands gathered the fabric of your robe and nightgown at your hips as your steps paused before the rug, stepping out of your slippers and onto the hand-woven rug. You clicked your tongue in disapproval, clearly irritated by his words. “If you truly wanted to see me, you would have gotten up and found me yourself.”
You took a few more steps closer to the bed, scrunching your nose up at the ghastly sight of the cuts and bruises decorating his skin, the more serious ones covered by bandages. The blanket was pulled up to his waist, his skin covered in moonlight kisses.
You shook your head mockingly, stopping your lips from twitching into a smirk as you leaned against the wooden bedpost. Your eyes raked over him slowly, a dramatic sigh leaving your lips as you continued, “But of course you had to get others to do it for you.”
”You didn't want me enough, is that it?” You accused him with a breathy whisper, your lips twisting into a faux pitiful pout. Your fingers slowly unbutton the top buttons of your robe to expose more skin as the words left your lips. You knew he would fall right into your palms after a little emotional guilt-tripping and skin showing.
It was pathetic how easy he was, and you loved it.
Aerion’s breath hitched, and his fingers weakly gripped the sheets, wishing his hands were gripping your hips instead. His mouth watered at the sight. He begged himself to move, to touch you and show you how much he truly wanted you, but he couldn’t, and you knew that. He grunted with a hint of a whine, “Stop.”
“Stop undressing? I thought you liked it when I’m all bare for you?” You taunted him with a tilt of your head, giving him a sultry view of the top of your chest and your neck—that dangerous pout still on your lips. You loved to use his own words against him, showing him how pathetic he truly is.
A pathetic whimper slipped past Aerion's lips, “Please….”
You swallowed the insults you wished to belittle him with, but remembering your uncle's defeated face caused you to stop. You let the robe slowly fall from your body and fall to a pile on the floor by your feet, showing your white—nearly sheer lace nightdress. Your hair was natural down your back in waves, the moonlight kissing along your skin. You looked enchanting under the moon and candlelight, Aerion’s breath hitching at the sight.
You hitched up your nightdress as you climbed up on the bed, the bed creaking from the movement. Your eyes never left his as you slowly crawled across the bed and closer to him on your hands and knees. He felt his mouth water at the sight of your chest, the way your tits pressed against the fabric so perfectly from the angle.
You noticed where his eyes fell, you purred tauntingly sweet, "Isn't this what you wanted? To see me?”
You stopped at his side, your hair falling down your back as you perched up on your side, holding yourself up with your elbow. Aerion’s brain instinctively told himself to move closer to you, but the strain on his body forced him to stay still. For the tiniest moment, you wondered what was wrong with you when you felt no sympathy at the sight of his injuries so up close.
You didn't feel sympathy, but you sure knew how to fake it.
“I don’t smell milk of the poppy,” you mused airily, just now noticing the lack of that nauseating smell of the thick white liquid in the room. Your free hand lifted, the tips of your fingers were feather-light as you slowly moved them up his thigh and lower abdomen.
His mouth dropped in want from the feeling of your delicate touch, something he’s never felt and something he didn't know he desired so much until he felt it in that moment. He didn't deserve the softness you scarcely showed. Every detail from your previous moment together and the cruel words you had spoken had played over and over in his head as he lay there for days. It was a beautiful nightmare that he couldn’t escape.
He didn't want to escape it.
“I wished to be myself when you came,” he whispered breathlessly as he tilted his head to look up at you better. You noticed the way his chest rose and fell faster, the corners of your lips just begging to twitch up into a smirk at the sight of him already so overwhelmed. He had been fully enthralled with you for as long as he could remember.
You felt disgust at the feeling of your heart fluttering from the pure devotion Aerion was once showing you again. Your fingertips were teasingly grazing against his sensitive nipples as you moved your fingers closer to his collarbone. Fluttering your eyelashes charmingly, you cooed breathlessly, “How devoted of you.”
“It was sweet of you,” You started as you broke the several beats of silence that filled the room, along with the faint sound of the fire crackling. The words you had murmured tasted bitter leaving your lips, but you knew it was necessary…your uncle better get you the prettiest dress or jewels as a reward for this.
You’d prefer his cock to a dress and jewels…and he knew that.
“You coming to me—wanting me, in moments you thought were your last,” you purred, your voice soft with honeyed satisfaction as you looked down at him through your eyelashes with your riveting gaze. Your fingers continued their journey across his chest, dancing around the bruises and cuts. Sweet wouldn’t have been the word you would choose if you were being honest; you hated how a small part of you found it desirable.
An unfamiliar warmth spreads across his chest as your words sink in, stabbing him right in the heart. His eyes filled with unshed tears as he felt you place your hand over his heart. The gesture was so tender and so out of your character that it made his heart race. All he ever wanted was for you to feel that same desire, that same yearning he had for you, for him.
You’ve always been the same, even as a young girl. You’ve always had everyone wrapped around your finger, had everyone eating out of the palm of your hand. He wasn’t blind to it; he knew you liked everyone’s attention, he just wanted to be the only one you loved.
He was delusional enough to believe he would get it, as long as he was good for you…as long as he showed you pure devotion.
A mixture of a whimper and a whine left Aerion’s lips as you removed your hand from his chest, his eyes never leaving your hand. Your touch was light, almost teasing, as you slowly traced down the curve of your shoulder and down to the line of your collarbone, your eyes never leaving his.
“Y-you do?” He stammered in disbelief, his weak but proud tone trailing off into silence as he got lost in following your hand. The tension in his body slowly disappeared, and it was replaced by want and desire as he watched your hand lower. The tips of your fingers moved down to the swell of your breasts.
His mouth watered as he watched your nipples press against your nightdress as they hardened. You wanted to roll your eyes at how desperate he sounded for your approval, but you kept that faux look of adoration on your face as you hummed “Mhm.”
“I thought I’d give you a reward for your valiant actions,” you whispered in that sweet tone you had mastered over the many years. He watched as you sat up on your knees, your hands slowly moved down your stomach and thighs to gather the soft linen hem of your nightgown.
You slowly pulled up your nightgown, inch by inch, slowly revealing more of your skin. First, it was your plush thighs and then the little sneak peek of your Venus mound between your thighs, the curves of your body, the soft skin of your stomach he’d love to trail wet kisses down.
You paused for a torturous moment, taking notice how Aerion’s breathing paused with you as the hemline paused just perfectly so he could see the undersides of your breasts. You didn't wait any longer before you pulled the nightgown over your head, your hair strands tickling your back. Aerion’s eyes didn't linger long on your breasts before his eyes fell to your thighs as you slowly spread them, giving him a look at what he’s always wanted.
You tilted your head to the side as one of your hands slowly moved down your stomach, stopping right above where he wanted to touch the most. You purred in that seductive tone you did so well, “Give you a real taste of what you desire.”
Aerion’s chin jutted weakly as he tried to nod; his arm brushed against the blankets as he moved his hand towards you, not being able to lift his arm. His fingers gently brushed against the soft skin of your knee, his tongue parted his lips as he slowly licked them, faintly tasting the metallic blood from his cut. He wished to touch you more, but the lack of your permission had him stop.
He begged with a breathless whine, “Please…”
You raised your eyebrow as you repeated his words as if you were testing him, “Please?”
“Please, princess,” he was quick to correct himself with wide eyes. He didn't wish to upset you…not when he was so close. You could see the panic in his eyes, cute.
“Since you asked so nicely,” you cooed as you batted your eyelashes down at him, not wasting any more time to give him what he wanted. The faster this was over, the faster you could find your way to Maekar’s bed.
Aerion’s eyes filled with desire, never leaving your body as you crawled up to his face, the bed creaking from the actions. He tried to ignore how natural the movements came to you, not wanting to think about how you’ve done this many times before with others.
One of your hands gripped the carved dark wood headboard as you adjusted your position. Your wet pussy hovering inches over his desperate tongue. You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked down at him, holding back the gasp you wanted to let out at the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin.
Even with the cuts and bruises decorating his face, Aerion looked undoubtedly ethereal between your thighs. His eyes filled with pure longing, a consuming desire to feast on you.
“Thank you.” A weak, wistful sigh left his lips as you finally lowered yourself to his mouth, his tone showing how pleased and relieved he was for not being denied your taste any longer. His tongue slipped through his parted lips, Aerion’s eyes rolling back as his tongue delved into your folds, your wetness coating his tongue and lips.
He moaned lewdly against you in pure bliss, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. He licked and sucked eagerly at you with a desperate and insatiable hunger, savoring your taste because he didn’t know the next time he would be blessed with it.
“Mmph, just like that,” you gasped softly, biting your lip to hold back any louder noises. You didn't wish to praise him too much and have his ego get any bigger. But it was too late, as soon as he heard those sweet noises leaving your lips, it lit a fire in his chest. The praise went straight to his cock, making it twitch under the loose breeches.
The sound of your moans and the taste of you on his tongue was driving him wild, making him forget all of his injuries and the throbbing pain he felt all through his body as he lifted his hands to grip the plush of your thighs and hold you down on his face. Your breath hitches, a loud moan catching in the back of your throat as his tongue presses into you harder.
He held you in place as he sucked on your clit with hard sucks, flicking his tongue back and forth over your sensitive pearl rabidly. The wet sounds of him feasting on you, the muffled sounds of pleasure coming from him, and your enchanting moans filled the chambers. Your sworn shield smirked at the faint sounds of your pleasure through the wood door, standing up straighter and squeezing the hilt of his sword harder.
“Oh, Kessa—tolī jaelan!” You moaned louder in your mother language, feeling his teeth graze against your sensitive flesh, his tongue and lips ached, but he had no care for it. The sounds of his mouth on you and the moans he was letting out were completely indecent and utterly delightful. You start to move your lips in slow circles, grinding yourself against his mouth with a desperate hunger. (Oh yes—I want more!)
Neither of you was worried about crushing him; he would be honored to die between your soft thighs. It was a death he would happily welcome with open arms and an even more open mouth. His grip on your thighs was bruising; he ate you like a man possessed—as if you were his last meal.
“Say it.” Your breath catches in your throat as you command him with a low moan, fluttering your eyes open to look down at him. Your half-lidded eyes locked eyes with his glazed pleading eyes, still so needy that he was begging for more. You smirked and pressed yourself more down onto his mouth. You seductively crooned as you finished your command, “Tell me how good I taste.”
His violet eyes glisten up at you, filled with desperation and devotion as your mound presses harder against his eager mouth. He lets out a desperate, muffled whine against you, the vibrations nearly having you bucking against his bruised face. You bring your hand down, your fingers tangled into his hair.
”I can’t hear you,” you taunted him with a cruel smile as you gripped onto his silver strands and pulled him away from your cunt. A pained gasp left his lips, and a whine followed closely after at the feeling of you tugging at his hair. His mouth instinctively tried to move back to your cunt, but you just tug harder, your heart fluttering at the sound of his pained whine.
“Mmmph…divine—you taste divine,” He moaned pathetically, his tongue darting out to lock his lips, desperately trying to savor every last drop of your taste. His hands itched on your thighs; he used all the power he had to stop himself from pulling you back down on his mouth. He could feel it, the way your thighs trembled; you had been close.
He needed to feel you come apart on his tongue.
Your grip on his hair loosens as you pull him back towards your burning heat, right where he wanted to be. The moment your grip slackened, he was surging forward with a desperate, grateful moan. His mouth latched onto you with an insatiable hunger, his tongue delving back deep inside you, eager to bring you to the peak you deserved.
His tongue slides between your lips, finding your clit with a happy moan, circling it in wet, worshipful strokes that make your thighs tremble. The headboard creaked as you gripped it tight, your hips bucking against his mouth with little care for him, grinding yourself harder into his ruined but beautiful face.
Your thighs trembled and quivered around his face, your walls clenching around his tongue as his nose pressed into your clit. One of your hands stayed in his hair while the other kneaded your breast, your fingers rolling and twisting your nipple. You tried to hold in your moans, but the closer you got, the less you cared. Let his ego get better, let him become even more desperate and devoted to you.
You would give him this.
“F-fuck—!” You threw your head back as you let out a loud moan that would play over and over in his head for years, finally giving into the pleasure that had been building inside you as he feasted on you, cumming hard on his tongue. He moans loudly as your nectar floods his mouth, the vibrations extending your orgasm, a bigger wave of pleasure washing over your body.
Aerion loses himself completely as he greedily drinks and laps at your convulsing cunt, desperate to catch every drop of your sweet nectar. His eyes rolling back with a choked-out moan against you as his own hips buck involuntarily against the air between his legs, the hot burst of pleasure he felt was accompanied by the sharp pain coursing through his body.
Making his release even better.
You pushed yourself back up, gripping the wood headboard with two hands as you hovered over his mouth with shaky thighs, his hands on your thighs falling to the bed limply. You smiled down at the ruined sight of Aerion, a small cry leaving his lips as he felt you pull away, as if he wasn't done with you. You found it cute, he couldn’t even breathe properly—his whole body trembling, and yet he still wanted to feast on you.
Your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath. You reach down and grip Aerion's chin roughly. All that faux kindness was long gone in your eyes as you looked into his own watery eyes, tears rolling down his face, mixing with your nectar. You gripped his face harder, a pained gasp leaving his bloodied lips—the cut on his lip opened from his vigorous feasting.
You leaned down, your eyes filled with such cruelness it nearly took his breath away. Those pathetic tears kept rolling down his face, his chest rising and falling faster as he felt a sense of panic go through him. What did he do wrong? He intently begged you to give him another chance; he could do better, he swore it.
The sound of your cruel, sharp hiss breaks the silence of the chambers.
“Next time, come get me yourself.”
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Ი𐑼 guys guys I knowww i’m so sorry for how long this took to get out , I struggled with trying to keep the readers personality just like how it was in the first part but I’m excited with how to turned out !! please tell me all your thoughts it really motivates me to keep writing !! reblogs and comments are my best friend <3
𐔌 ⠀⠀𓂃 ࣪ ִ⠀⠀aerion targaryen x spoiled princess reader !
contains ᦸ smut? finger sucking he cums in his pants sub! aerion he’s all bloody & pathetic he’s actively bleeding out but doesn’t care could be targcest? he cries mean reader? ٫٫ 1.9k
ᦸ dedicated to @maekarpilled from our comments that gave me the inspo for this!
❛❛ if I shall die tonight…I want to die with the taste of you on my lips
You scrunch your nose up in disgust at the thick stench of Aerion’s metallic blood and the rotten smell of mud and whatever else he was covered in, filling the room as he weakly hobbled closer to you. His first demand wasn’t for a healer, no, it was to see you.
The sight of you looking away from him with such disgust and disappointment pulled a weak and desperate whimper from the back of his throat. He tried to move closer, but the look you gave him had him falling to his knees, the sound of his armor clanking, and his sounds of pain filled the silence.
“Please,” he begged, voice cracking and hoarse as he tried to hold his head up. Please, look at me. Please, tell me I did well. Please, let me touch you.
“And have you ruin my dress?” you scoffed with a roll of your eyes. It was beneath you to even be in the presence of such a weak-minded and bodied man. He couldn’t defeat a fucking hedge knight, and yet he dared to be on his knees before you, begging.
“If I shall die tonight…” he trailed off into a pained mixture of a gasp and wheeze as he fully lifted his head to look up at you. His breathing was labored, but the pain he felt was nothing compared to the desire and yearning he felt for you. “I want to die with the taste of you on my lips.”
“The same lips you used to yield?” you dramatically pouted with a tilt of your head, looking down at him with faux sympathy. And for a very brief moment aerion believed the gods answered his prayers and you’d give him what he’s always desired, even if that meant his death.
But the gods were cruel, as were you.
You slammed your goblet down on the table, the sound echoing loudly through the chamber. He couldn’t help but flinch, pain surging all through his body. Tears well in his eyes at the look of pure disgust you give him, your tone cruel and mocking, “you’re filth aerion, you don’t deserve to taste me.”
“Maybe I should go to see Ser Duncan, tend to his wounds,” you taunted, a sickly sweet smile on your lips as you took a slow step closer to him. Your fingers played with your rings, a feeling of pride washing over you at the sight of tears in his eyes.
Another sound of pain left the Prince's mouth as he shook his head weakly at your words. Hearing such things coming from you made him feel even more sick. That Hedge Knight didn’t deserve to have his eyes blessed at the sight of you, let alone be in the same presence as you, breathe the same air as you.
He’d rather take another touch of a blade than have that cunt ever feel yours.
“I deserve a man that doesn’t yield, don’t I?” You whispered with a click of your tongue. Your eyes were sparkling with amusement at the pained cries leaving Aerion’s bloody and busted lips. His body shook with helpless sobs.
All of his pride thrown away as he bowed his head, his shoulders sagged, and his gloved hands brushed against the stone before he placed them flat, willing to crawl towards you. He cared very little for the blood loss or his reputation as he knelt there in front of you.
“please princess,” he got out between his sobs, more blood pooling from his mouth and down his neck. He looked so pretty when he cried, so pathetic and small. He looked like how he liked to make people feel.
You took a step closer, scrunching your nose in annoyance at the cries and pleading leaving his lips. You’d enjoy it much more if he weren’t making such a mess and smelled so badly. You licked your wine-stained lips as you looked down at him, stopping in front of him. Far enough that his blood wouldn’t touch your dress.
You wouldn’t give him what he truly desired, not after that embarrassing performance he gave for all of Ashford to see. By nightfall, the truth of the weakness of the prince would spread across the realm, no doubt. And like you said, you weren’t going to let his filth ruin your pretty dress.
He looked like he was dying, and he smelt of it too, you weren’t that cruel (you truly were) to not answer the ‘dying' prince's plea.
“Two, and that is all.” Your tone gave him no room for discussion or disagreement. You outstretched your hand in front of his bloodied face; your fingers would have to do.
Dark spots clouded his vision, and he could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he quickly lifted his head. A desperate whimper left his lips as he eagerly opened his mouth, his bloody tongue slipping past his lips.
Your fingers softly grazed his bottom lip, pressing hard into the cut on his lip, causing him to let out a strangled moan. The pad of your index and middle finger pressed against his tongue.
The corner of your mouth twitched into a pleased smirk as the prince looked up at you with dazed eyes, waiting for your permission. When he does get the small nod of permission, he’s quick to close his mouth around them.
A loud moan filled the room as he immediately started lapping at your soft fingers. His eyes never left yours as he sucked them deeper into his mouth, coating them in his spit and blood.
He could taste the lavish oils you would get from Dorne and have your body covered in them with the help of your handmaidens. To many nights he spent imagining himself rubbing the oil into your body himself.
You sigh boredly, clicking your tongue in disappointment, “can’t you do better than that?”
Aerion whined around your fingers, more tears rolling down his face and mixing beautifully with his blood. The pain his body felt was nothing compared to the pain he felt when he disappointed you.
You lean down a little, his eyes nearly rolling back as he gets a better whiff of your addictive scent. You pouted dramatically as you watched him drool around your fingers, such a bloody mess. “and to think you thought I’d let you taste my cunt”
He shook his head weakly, nearly gagging on your fingers as he tried to do better. He wasn’t going to fail you too, not again, but you never gave second chances.
You pulled your wet fingers from his mouth, a string of his mixed saliva and blood following. A desperate whine left him at the loss of your fingers. He’d chase after your fingers, but he wouldn’t be able to handle the sting of your slap, no matter how much he craved it in his current state.
You looked down at your fingers that were covered in his blood and spit, and then back to him. He looked up at you with those pathetic eyes. If you really focused, you could hear his blood drip into the stone. You grip his face, spreading the blood and spit all over his mouth, scoffing at the pathetic noises he lets out.
“You deserve nothing but to lick the bottom of my boots,” you hissed as you pressed into the cut on his cheek. Aerion moans and leans into your touch, pitiful cries filling the room. And that’s when you noticed the way his hips subtly jerked forward.
A big and twisted grin spreads across your face at the realization that he was turned on. Your laugh was amused and airy. “You’re such a nasty whore.”
You slipped your fingers back into his mouth, knuckles deep as he sucks and swirls his tongue around them. Your words were sharp and cruel as you belittled him, tearing him down word by word, but all he did was moan around your fingers, his hips jerking desperately.
The fatigue from the blood loss, mixed with the pain and the pleasure he felt from you, was sickening. He felt like he was drunk. His body didn’t feel like his, your voice sounded distant, his heartbeat getting too loud to hear your beautifully twisted words.
His jaw was going slack, too exhausted to do any more. But you didn’t care, thrusting your fingers into his mouth as he gagged and whined. Blood and drool making lewd wet noises.
“Such filthy, pathetic lips, only good for one thing, aren’t they?” You cooed tauntingly, your eyes never leaving his. He nodded weakly around your fingers, the movement causing him to gag. You watched him closely, how his tears pooled out of his eyes. You wanted to watch him fall apart.
And fall apart he did…
“Nngh!” He let out a choked and pained moan around your fingers, his eyes rolling back and his hips stuttering as he filled his breeches with his seed, mixing with the blood.
You kept your fingers in his throat until he tried to pull away, desperate for air as he felt his body slowly and uncontrollably jerk. For a split second, you thought of what your life would be if he were dead…but there was a sick part of you that wanted to keep him around. To see him look at you with those pitiful eyes full of tears. You did enjoy how he sounded when he begged…
You pull away your fingers, a thick string of blood and saliva connecting the two of you. Aerion’s chest burned as he tried to catch his breath, barely able to keep his eyes fully open. A cough leaves his throat, blood splattering all over the front of your dress.
You shrieked and took a step back, nearly tripping over the skirt of your dress. The sound of your shriek snaps him back from fully surrendering to the pain, his half-lidded eyes looking up at you. Your face was twisted in a look of pure anger.
Panic surged through his beaten body; the tears were quick to come back as he realized what he had done; he failed you. “Princess, I’m sorry—“
“You truly are pathetic,” you were quick to cut off his pathetic attempt at an apology. Your tone was scarily calm as you turned your lip up in disgust. Your jaw clenched as you looked down at the kneeling prince, a disgrace, “And a waste of Valyrian blood.”
A broken and agonized sob left his body from your words. Watching as you lifted the skirt of your dress with your clean hand as you turned away from him and moved towards the wooden doors. He tried to move his body, but all he could do was helplessly watch as you opened the chamber doors.
He fell from his knees and forward onto his hands, begging between his cries, “Please don’t leave me.”
You paused, looking over your shoulder at him. There was no emotion in your eyes, no anger, nothing for him. Your words were sharp and effective at breaking everything in him, “I bet that Hedge Knight would have listened.”
You stepped out of the room and out of his sight. The last of his strength going with you. He felt his body sway before crumpling down onto the stone floor with a pained gasp. He lay there on the cold and blood-stained stone floor.
The last thing he tasted was your body oil mixed with the metallic taste of his blood, and the last thing he heard was you shouting at your handmaiden to bring you a new dress, before his eyes fluttered closed as he succumbed to the darkness.
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Ი𐑼 I’m sorry if none of that made sense I wrote most of it in a delirious state at 4 am in the morning. I rlly don’t know what this is , but I hoped you enjoyed it !! pls tell me all of your thoughts ,, naughty and good !! 😁
❛❛ poetry, dreams, desire, everything leads me to you ❜❜
coffee earmuffs and leg warmers cozy sweaters digital camera 𝓽owns 𝓼weetheart deer and bunny journals silver locket introverted extrovert telescope 𝓮ldest 𝓭aughter
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Snow Angel reader ! who is nicknamed snow angel because of her love for snow and her angelic personality. She loves making snow angels in the snow, and making snowman’s and having snowball fights with the kids of ennis (and anyone else she can drag into it) no one can resist her joy and whimsy. She truly is her happiest when she is in the snow. When she’s figure skating and the snow is falling down on her, or when she’s on her walks with her best friend Kayla.
Snow Angel reader ! who has been a figure skater since she was 6 years old, she went professional and traveled and won many awards. She could have gone to the Olympics and had an even longer and promising career but she decided to instead focus on teaching figure skating at her local rink and bettering her community. She missed her home and her people. She now teaches at the rink and works at a cafe.
Snow Angel reader ! who is known around ennis for her kindness and helpfulness, and for always having a smile on her face. She has a very positive and light personality, she has a pure spirit and she just wants to help however she can. She has a warm personality that draws people in and makes people feel safe and comfortable. She’s naturally very friendly and charming and has a way to make people not stay upset. She truly leaves a trail of warmth and happiness wherever she goes.
Snow Angel reader ! who’s family means everything to her and she does everything she can to keep it from falling apart even more. She tries to bring Liz and Leah together as much as she can but she knows there’s only so much she can do. She’s always there for both of them, always. She loves bringing her mom lunch at work because she knows she always forgets it, and of course more coffee. She’s loves driving Leah around, watching her hockey games and just doing sister things. She’s always stopping by the house with dinner or dessert, kindly forcing them to watch movies or some trashy tv shows. She’s always the mediator between them, she cares about them so much. She’d doing anything for them, even at her cost.
Snow Angel reader ! who has a horrible sleep schedule. She can stay up late and then wake up early, surviving off too much coffee and pure will. She’s always up early though, no matter what. She just likes to stay up late to wait for Peter to get home even though he wishes for her to get more sleep. She just sleeps better in Peter’s arms.
Snow Angel reader ! who despite her soft and maybe ‘delicate’ personality, she’s very protective and isn’t afraid to get fierce. She’s not a loud person and she doesn’t need to be, she’s unwavering and not willing for anyone to cross her or the people she cares about boundaries. Her protectiveness is quiet but it’s steady and gentle.
Snow Angel reader ! who loves working at the cafe. She can wear her cute sweaters and make sweet treats and drinks all day. She loves getting to see people throughout the day, always greeting them with a smile as she takes their order and talks with them. Her friendly and warm personality makes her perfect for the job, and she can be quite talkative when she needs to be! And she has the biggest sweet tooth so she loves being around so much sweets. Sometimes when the cafe gets slow she can sit down and read one of her books, or maybe do some sketching in her sketchbook. She has a great memory so she remembers everyone’s usual order. Her best friend Kayla loves to come and sit at a table and study while she works.
Snow Angel reader ! who’s favorite holiday is Christmas ever since she was little. She has boxes and boxes of Christmas decorations that she gets Peter and her family to help her set up way too early. She listens to Christmas music all year round. She loves baking Christmas treats, and watching Christmas movies. She has the cutest and silliest Christmas sweaters that she buys for Peter and her family. She always spoils the people she loves with gifts and treats. She truly is the happiest she can be during Christmas time.
Snow Angel reader ! who loves teaching so much, she loves helping the kids and teens. she’s the teacher that everyone loves and is always bring gifts and treats as a thank you. She spoils her students, and she’s truly an amazing teacher because of her passion. Figure skating is her first love and it makes her so happy to be able to share and teach it to others and watch as their love for it grows as well. Shes supportive, understanding and patient. She loves her students.
Snow Angel reader ! who is discreetly a big nerd. She loves her lord of the ring books and movies, her Star Wars and romcom movies. Her resident evil games she plays with Peter. She loves her puzzles so much, when she’s overwhelmed or upset she likes to listen to her music and do a puzzle. She loves her books so much, they are her babies. She’s absolutely passionate and knowledgeable about the things and people she loves. She loves to talk about her passions too, she truly is so happy and rambles on and on. She loves to love.
✷ can be paired and requested with anyone I write for
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Ი𐑼 here is our girl ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾ guys i hope you love her !! she’s oh so specific to meee , here’s some facts but you guys can always send me in some ideas for her and her personality etc. this is a interactive au so your guy’s thoughts, ideas, and opinions are very important and wanted !! comments, reblogs and feedback is very welcomed !!
❛❛ I hunger for your taste, your smell, the feel of your soul touching mine ❜❜
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Snow Angel reader ! who met peter when she, along with her mother and younger step-sister moved to ennis for her mothers job. She was 16 while Peter was 17. They quickly became close friends, seeing each other almost everyday. It didn’t take long for the two of them to form crushes on each other.
Snow Angel reader ! who started dating Peter when she was 18 and he was 19 and they have been happy together ever since. They moved into their house together when she was 20 and he was 21. Their apartment is their safe place and it reflects the love they have for each other. It’s warm and cozy and lived in, and always smells like fresh coffee and pastries. They have a whole bunch of different lamps of warm lighting, bookshelves filled with books, board games, vinyl records and plants. Their walls are covered with picture frames and shelves with their knickknacks. The couch is covered with soft throw blankets and pillows, candles on tables, and their designated coffee mugs on the kitchen counter.
Snow Angel reader ! who is peter’s biggest fan and vice versa. She’d come early to the rink or stay late after figure skating practice so she could watch Peter play hockey. At his games she’d always wear one of his jerseys and cheer the loudest for him, even making cute silly posters for him. Peter would also come to the rink early before practice or stay late after so he could watch her skate. he always made sure to make it to as many of her performances as he can, and when he couldn’t, he found other ways to support her.
Snow Angel reader ! who was very supportive of Peter becoming a police officer, but she was nonetheless very surprised. She knew how much Peter loved hockey and how far he could go with it, but she also understood how he wanted to be a better man than his father. She would help him with all the tests, making cute little flash cards to test him with. She was there for him every step of the way, showing him nothing but support. She’s his biggest fan.
Snow Angel reader ! who’s favorite part of their house is the fireplace. There is a large soft rug infront of it where the two of them have spent many nights cuddled up in a blanket on it, watching the fire and talking softly as they share a hot chocolate or a beer. Many nights they have spent touching and kissing as they listened to music from their prized record player on that rug. Lots of memories.
Snow Angel reader ! who has always helped Peter with his fears. After his near death experience when he fell through the ice and almost drowned at age nine, which he doesn’t remember, he started to get nightmares about drowning when he was around 18-19 which made him start to avoid the ice. she helped him get over the new sudden fear, easing him into skating back on the ice with her. Always holding his hands and being patient with him. Some nights he will wake up from his nightmares, but she’s always there to help him with them. His two biggest fears are losing her and becoming like his dad. So every day she shows that she’s always there for him and how much she loves him. She loves to praise him, to not let him get stuck in his head and negative thoughts. He’s an amazing person, and she will never have him forget it.
Snow Angel reader ! who really wants to get a pet cat. Ever since she was little she has begged her mom to let her get a cat but it’s never happened. She wants her and Peter to be cat parents so bad, they would love their little baby oh so much. Little does she know that Peter has been looking for the perfect time to finally get them a cat and surprise her with it. Her sister Leah is helping Peter with the surprise.
Snow Angel reader ! who’s love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and acts of service. Peter’s love languages are physical touch, acts of service, and gift giving. They are so perfect for each other, wanting to take care of each other and just make the other feel loved, safe, happy, and warm. They both are very touchy and clingy with each other, always having to be touching each other in a way. They love holding hands, their thighs always pressed against each other’s when they sit next to each other. So many kisses, they can’t stop, cute giggles following after. They truly are attached to the hip, and they wouldn’t have it any other way. They are soulmates, their heartbeats beating together as one.
Snow Angel reader ! who loves to send peter silly TikTok’s throughout the day when she goes on her phone, knowing that it would make him laugh. When they are at home in bed, Peter will be cuddling her from behind, laughing softly into her ear or neck as he also watched the TikTok’s from over her shoulder. The ticklish feeling of him laughing into her neck will make her laugh even harder until the two of them are gasping for breath as they try to calm down from the laughing fit, sweet soft kisses shared after as they decide to watch a movie instead, joking about how they hit their dopamine hit already.
Snow Angel reader ! & Peter who love having their movie nights, they get all cozy on the couch and have their sweet treats and the desserts she made for them, they both have a sweet tooth! They also have a notebook where they note all the movies they have watched. It’s a night where they can just get away from everyone and everything and just focus on each other. The nights always end with them with sleepy blissful smiles on their faces as they fall asleep in each other’s arms, most likely on the couch if they get too tired to go upstairs.
Snow Angel reader ! & Peter who have always been obsessed with each other. After their separate practices they would sneak away and secretly share kisses before her mom would come to pick her up. When Peter would come to babysit Leah, they would sneak away into her room while Leah was occupied so they could make out. When She has her breaks at the cafe, Peter would find a way to go see her when she can, even if it’s for 10 minutes. They will stay cozy in his warm car, sharing lunch, a pastry, a coffee, many kisses until Peter is called away on the phone or police radio, most likely by her mom.
Snow Angel reader ! & Peter who are both switches. They can switch easily into a dom or sub position, and they really just let the situation and mood guide them, it’s fluid and it’s all built on the trust and the great communication they have. They know each other’s boundaries and they let their feelings guide them. They like the unpredictability, there’s no power structure, just lust and love. They are both just needy switches who want to please the other, they truly feed off each other’s pleasure.
Snow Angel reader ! & Peter who both have a high libido, they really bring out the lust in each other. They have a hard time keeping their hands off each other, they are so handsy and needy. Quickies are very common for them, sadly not always having time to take their time, but they always make It worth it. they both have an obsession with exploring each other’s bodies as if they don’t already have them memorized. Their home has multiple favorite spots to have sex when they can’t wait long enough to go to their bed. Right now it’s the couch and kitchen counter. One minute the both of them are fine and then the other will give them a certain look and the next minute they are all over each other. Sex is important to them, they love how close they get, how sensual and romantic it is, the emotions they feel.
Snow Angel reader ! & Peter who both have a breeding kink. It all stems from the desire they both share, on having their own family. Their own family lifes have been less then ideal so they have always wanted to do better by that, have their own family to shower in love and happiness. Both of them know they aren’t ready for kids, but that’s doesn’t stop them from practicing. It’s very possessive, lots of dirty talk and begging. They both want to be as close to each other as possible, they love how intimate and intense it feels. It’s primal and raw. If it’s not a quickie, peter will get between her thighs and eat his cum out of her, having her cum on his tongue again.
Snow Angel reader ! & Peter who both have an oral fixation. They get caught quite a lot staring at the other’s mouth or fingers, licking their own lips or biting them in desire absentmindedly, as their imagination runs wild. Their kisses are never just one, they always go in for another. And their makeouts are always messy and passionate, only pulling away to get air or to kiss down the others neck. The love kissing and sucking all over each others body, worshiping each other, neck kisses, forehead kisses, shoulder kisses, they are obsessed with it all. They also don’t mind a little nipping and biting. It’s not always sexual, just very affectionate, but when it is sexual it’s very desperate. They are obsessed with each other’s taste. They could spend hours pleasing the other with their mouth, they crave it. Doing the 69 position is actually like heaven for them, it’s their favorite thing. It’s always messy. They get so lost in the pleasure, overstimulation is always a must.
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Ი𐑼 MY BABIES ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾ i love them so bad i am actually sick , i really hope you love them too . I tried not to put tooo much information because I wanted to come up with the rest with you guys !! please tell me your thoughts , this is a interactive au so your guy’s thoughts, ideas, and opinions are very important and wanted !! comments, reblogs and feedback is very welcomed !!
❛❛ he was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand ❜❜
synopsis ᦸ peter prior has never loved anyone as much as he loved you and he made sure you knew that. when Liz starts to get more demanding and ennis is thrown into a big murder mystery, peter struggles to find a balance between work and you. thankfully you were there to help make the burden lighter.
contains ᦸ fluff smut mdni angst? friends to lovers true detective canon typical themes reader is liz’s daughter lovesick peter & reader no darwin reader & kayla are besties bi reader an interactive au warnings will be added at the start of every fic
❛❛ in every universe I want it to be you and me ❜❜
◌ ◞ I’VE GOT SUNSHINE, ON A CLOUDY DAY !
❛❛ the introduction to snow angel reader !
◌ ◞ I’LL CRAWL HOME TO HER !
❛❛ the introduction to snow angel reader ! and peter prior
◌ ◞ UP ALL NIGHT…
❛❛ keeping your sleepy boyfriend up with your silly questions (coming soon)
┊࿐ ❛❛ continue on to my…. 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ❜❜
Ი𐑼 IT’S FINALLY HERE ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾ i have been oh so obsessed with finn and true detective since it came out so i knew i had to make a AU for it because my mind wouldn’t stop thinking about it hehe 🌟this is a interactive au so your guy’s thoughts, ideas, and opinions are very important and wanted !! comments, reblogs and feedback is very welcomed !!
