Love stay with me, could you write one where reader ends up marrying valarr and aerion doesn't take it well?? Would love it with some nasty smut iydm which ever one 🤭hope you're well queen
aerion targaryen x twin! reader x valarr targaryen
warning | Targest, cunnilingus, valarr the best pussy eater in westeros, creampie, we love valarr more than aerion sorry, jealousy, not proofread again yikes!
wc | 2.6k?
summary - You marry your cousin valarr and let's just say.. the two of you don't waste any time alone.
The comb runs through the silvery white strands of your hair, each stroke feeling soft and soothing. You twist the comb gently as sunlight passes through the window, catching the strands and making them gleam bright as the moon itself.
On your dressing table sits a small vial of scented oils: jasmine , rose , and sandalwood. You pick up the vial of jasmine and uncork it, letting a warm and sweet scent fill your nose. You tip a few drops into your palms, rubbing them before applying it onto your hair. The oil coats each lock, making your hair shimmer.
Your hands pause as a gentle knock breaks the quiet. “My lady?” a soft voice calls from the other end of the door. “Enter,” you reply, quickly rubbing the oil on the ends of your hair.
The door creaks open , and a maid enters, she courtesies quickly, “Your father requests your presence.”
Father…??? Have I done something??
You rise from the chair slowly and smooth the folds of your gown. “Did he say why he requires my presence?”
“Very well then,” you murmur, the maid gestures toward the hall, but you decline with a gentle shake of your head. “I can take myself,” you say as you walk past her into the corridor.
By the time you knock your palms are sweaty with unease, mind racing. What could your father possibly want of you???
You hear a deep voice call from within, “Come in.” Your heart hammers as you push the door open, stepping inside of your father’s solar. The door closes softly behind you, and you bow slightly before straightening.
Your father, Maekar sits behind his oak desk with papers , ledgers, and letters sealed with crimson wax scattered around. He motions his hand “Come, sit.”
You take a step forward and lower yourself onto the chair across from him. You don't fail to take notice of the faint lines around his eyes.
“You are of age now,” he begins. “It is time your marriage is arranged. This delay..” He pauses, eyes flickering briefly toward the door. “..has been largely due to your brother , who seems overly attentive to you and driven off more than one potential suitor before they can even present themselves.”
Warmth seeps across your cheek. Aerion has never made it a secret of how closely he keeps you, more than once he has placed himself between you and some lordling trying to court you.
Your father’s eyes rest on you, studying your reaction. “So the matter will be settled within the family. Your cousin, Prince Valarr.”
You blink, Valarr. He was kind with his gentle smiles, your cousin who had once gifted you a book of Valyrian poetry after you confessed how lonely you felt. You like him, truly you do.
“You two are no longer children and it would do you both good to learn some distance. A brother should not cling so tightly to his sister, marriage will remind him of that.”
You look down , how will Aerion take this? How will it feel to be pulled away, even if it is just a little?
“And so with this marriage.. It will give him the space he needs to grow, and you a life of your own. Valarr will give you stability and children.
“Do you understand..?” You swallow and force a smile, looking up to meet your father’s eyes .
“Good.” His gaze softens, a faint smile tugs the corner of his lip.
You lie on your side with the book of valyrian poetry lying open beside you. Your fingers tracing the delicate letters, thinking of the care someone must have taken with each curve and swirl of ink.
You remember the day he leaned close over this very book, reading a verse just for you. His voice soft..“Ñuha prūmia tubī qēlos drējī, ñuha zaldrīzes..”
He whispered as you tilted your head, translating “My heart beats only for you, my dragon.”
His fingers had brushed yours as he turned the page, almost touching, and your heart stuttered. Valarr reading in a language only the two of you truly appreciated made your stomach flutter with a sweet delicious ache.
You press your hand to your lips, trying to hold back a sigh? Giggle? You weren't sure which
Valarr is so soft, patient, and thoughtful unlike Aerion who is… well very much the opposite. Not that Aerion has never been soft with you. Just… not in ways that anyone else would understand.
You find yourself thinking of Valarr’s lips, the soft shape of them, the faint pink of them when he smiles at you—ooohh how your stomach twists so deliciously at the thought.
As your imagination drifts further, you wonder how many children he would want? Would he read to them like he read to you? A small helpless sigh escapes your lips.
The moment lingers—warm,— dreamy—until the door slams open
Aerion stands in the doorway , his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes are fixed on you, and the look in them makes your stomach drop.
For a second neither of you speak.
Then his gaze drops to the book beside you, “So it’s true,” He says.
“You heard.. Father is onl–”
“I heard enough!” He steps fully into your chamber, “Father is giving you away like a broodmare to be bred for heirs.”
“Valarr.” He spat the name as if it had a foul taste to it. You rise from where you had been laying, forcing your voice steady.
“He hardly looks like it.” His eyes flicker back again to the book resting on the bed. “Is that what he’s been doing? he says coldly. “Filling your head with verses and sweet words while he waits to put heirs in you?”
Heat rushes up to your face, and you can’t help but feel embarrassed by how quickly your face flushes. Your gaze drops for a moment from his.
But of course your brother takes notice of this , he takes a few steps closer to you. “So the thought has crossed your mind,” he says quietly.
His hand touches your jaw, thumb pressing your lower lip. He leans in, lips brushing against yours in a teasing manner, forcing your gaze to his.
“You’re mine. Let Valarr play at husband. I’ll fuck the memory of him out of you every chance i get.”
Before you can say a word, he pushes you backward onto the bed. Your back pressing against the soft mattress, legs splaying slight, as he climbs into the bed and straddling your hips.
“Tell me sister,” he whispers , breath hot against your skin as his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Do you think he could ever make you feel like i do? When i pound into you until youre dripping with my cum, marking you deeper than he ever could. Va—”
Your hand flies up, palm connecting straight to his cheek in a slap that echoes through the room. Your palm stings from the impact , you then push him. “Get out!” you hiss, “Get out now! Before i scream for Father and tell him exactly what kind of brother you are.”
Aerion stumbles back and rubs his reddening cheek, eyes lingering onto yours with a mixture of hurt and betrayal.
You turn away, crossing your arms tightly over your chest, refusing to look at him any longer. You know what he’s going to say—how you chose Valarr over him.
Aerion huffs before finally leaving your room and slamming the door behind him.
A fortnight passes in a blur of preparations for your wedding. Maids flutter around you like anxious birds, leading you to a copper tub filled with rose petals, lavender and myrrh.
Lathering your body with soaps made from almond and olive oil, fingers massaging your scalp with oils that leave it clean and fragrant before rinsing it thoroughly.
Once dry, they begin to help you into a simple shift made of linen, over it they lace your gown, the fabric of the gown is a beautiful dark shade of crimson with gold. Your hair is then styled with care and adorned with pins and jewels that sparkle.
The maids take a step back and murmur in awe at your beauty.
The bells of the Great Sept of Baelor begin to toll. Inside the sept, lords and ladies of noble houses gather around. Your father takes your arm, his grip firm but affectionate.
“You look like your mother on our wedding day,” he whispers, a soft smile forming on his lips. You can’t help but return the smile back, your father leads you down the aisle and all around heads turn and whispers of admiration ripple through the crowd but you ignore them.
You look to your right and notice your uncle Baelor and his wife, Jena Dondarrion along with the rest of your uncles and cousins. To your left you see your two sisters, Daella and Rhae, and your brothers, Daeron, Aegon,
It has been a fortnight since you last saw him. He hadn’t sought you out after the argument and you made no effort to cross his path. His eyes lock onto yours the moment you appear, jaw clenched, jealousy radiating off of him.
You force yourself to look away and instead focus on Valarr, who hasn't taken his eyes off of you once
Your father releases you and steps aside as you take Valarr’s hand, fingers intertwining with yours and together you ascend the steps. The septon, an elderly man, stands before you two.
Valarr’s eyes never leave yours as the septon binds your joined hands with a white cloth wrapped around them.
“In the sight of the Seven, i hereby bind these two hearts together as one. Now look upon one another and say the words.”
“I am his, and he is mine from this day until the end of my days.”
“I am hers, and she is mine from this day until the end of my days.”
Valarr’s lips meet yours in a kiss that is tender, deepening just enough to draw a soft sigh from you before he pulls back and rests his forehead against yours for a moment.
As you both turn to face the crowd, cheers erupt, lords and ladies clapping, but despite it all you can feel Aerion’s eyes burn into you from where he stands.
The feast that follows is a swirl of toasts, wine, and dances. Your cousin excuses you both with a polite smile to the high table and takes you to the prepared chambers.
The room glows with the flicker of candles and casts a warm glow over the bed draped in crimson silks and soft furs. Valarr turns to you, his expression softening and shifting into something more vulnerable.
“If.. if you don't want to–” he begins, voice low and hesitant.
You shake your head with a soft smile, “i do,” you whisper.
He steps closer and begins to untie the laces of your gown slowly, letting the fabric pool at your feet.
“You’re beautiful,” he says as he guides you down onto the sheets. Kisses trailing from your neck to your breasts, lips closing gently around one nipple, suckling with a tenderness that lets a sigh escape from you before going lower and pressing open mouthed kisses to your abdomen.
Trailing lower and stopping once he parts your thighs, settling between them with a look of pure devotion. “May I?” You nod slowly as his breath ghosts over your folds, he doesn’t hesitate and lays his tongue flat along your slit, giving it a lonnnggg deliberate lick.
The slickness coats his tongue immediately. Valarr groans low in his throat, his hands grip your thighs as he dives in deeper. Slrppp… his tongue laps upward in a slow lick, collecting every drop of your wetness before teasing your clit.
You gasp, hips twitching but he pins you down, he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue swirling around the nub. Slurping sounds fill the room as he eats you out, lips smacking wetly against your soaked folds.
Saliva mixes with your juices, dripping down his chin but he doesn't care. A soft moan escapes from his mouth, muffled against your flesh —mmphhh– as he presses his face closer.
He pushes his tongue inside you, thrusting it deep with insistent pumps, fucking you with it like he can’t enough of you. He pulls back briefly, a string of slick stretches from his lips to your pussy before plunging back in, sluurp, lapping at it like a starved man.
“Valarr.. oh, gods” you moan, thighs trembling around his head. He hums in response, the vibration sends a spark through you. Your orgasm crashes over you in waves, pussy pulsing and squirting a flood of slick onto his mouth as he drinks it, not stopping until you’re a quivering mess.
He pulls back, lips shiny with your juices, he crawls up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “I could do that forever,” he whispers.
His hands find his aching cock, it stands hard and thick but he doesn't rush, instead he rubs the tip along your slick entrance, coating it with the wetness. “I'll go slow,” he says, eyes locked on yours as he pushes in, stretching you open with a burn that melts into something good.
“You feel… so p-perfect ahh..” he says all earnestly and a little shyly.
He starts to move his hips in a steady rhythm, hitting that spot inside you that made stars bloom behind your eyelids. Valarr watches your face like it’s the only thing in the world, adjusting his angle to every gasp. “D-Does.. this feel right?,” he breathes, thrusting deeper and quickening his pace when you nod and whimper soft pleas for more.
His hands grip your hips, pushing him deeper as he fucks you with a growing need. The wet sounds of your pussy taking his cock fills the room. “You’re so wet for me,” he groans, voice breaking a little.
Your face grows hot as you wrap your legs around his waist, urging him on. He leans down and captures your mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangling , wet smacks, saliva mixing as you both make those needy muffled mhmmm sounds into each other’s mouth.
Your nails dig into his shoulders, “Valarr… i’m close,” you gasp against his lips and he nods. “Come for me again,” he says as his finger rubs circles on your clit that push you right to the edge.
Your pussy spasming around him, milking his cock as you cry out, body arching off the bed and breathing heavy. He doesn't stop , chasing his own release now. A bead of sweat forms on his temple and trickles down his cheek as his rhythm falters.
He’s getting sloppy, hips jerking unevenly and breaths coming in stuttered gasps. “F-Fuck you’re sqeezing so me tight,” he stammers, eyes half lidded and pink blooming across his cheeks.
“I’m g-g-gonna cum ” he says as his words break into a stutter, hips bucking wildly now. All rhythm gone in his desperate need to bury himself deeper, cock pulsing as he unloads creamy white cum inside your pussy. So warmmm, so much it shocks you how much it overflows, leaving your cunt all stuffed and leaking with his seed.
He collapses beside your naked body, you both lie there still, catching your breath as it slowly evens out. You glance at Valarr and he’s already looking at you. For a moment neither of you say anything.
Then a small giggle slips from your lips and soon you’re both laughing.
