Hi rae pls make more dark valarr and aerion pls. I find your valar fic to be rlly dark cause reader was manipulated into relationship by valar and got her leg baseball treatment by her dad ouch that was painful. Valarr always pretends to be a nice guy but is not.
Also are your requests open?? Do you accept emoji anons?
Hi anon! I'm glad you enjoyed my work <3 Valarr was fascinating to write in my interpretation I think valarr was probably somewhat manipulative before they fled though in not anything "significant". After he finds out they're related he definitely upped the intensity of said manipulation trying to both convince himself and reader that this is all okay. I am open to requests though it may take me a while to gain some inspiration! so please bare with me!
Thanks for writing,
summary: your father never liked valarr's family, you never realized why until it was too late
pairings: valarr x reader
warnings: incest, dark!valarr, dub-con, non-con, smut, pinv sex, fem!reader, extreme violence, abusive father, manipulation, slight voyeurism if you squint, mdni, dead dove do not eat
word count: 2.9k
a/n: feel free to shoot me any asks i adore answering any questions about my work!
Your eyes. People always said you and Valarr had the same ones—two pairs of mismatched eyes. It was what first drew you to him. You were neighbours, if you could call it that. In this provincial rural town, houses were sparse and far between. Baelor had been childhood friends with your widowed father, but whatever happened between them before your birth–and your mother’s subsequent passing–seemed to sever that relationship entirely. Your father refused to speak about anything related to their family, but you could hear the hurt and hatred laced in his voice whenever he warned you to stay away from them. That didn’t stop your secret meetings with Valarr.
Valarr was now crawling through the narrow space you allotted through your window sill. He couldn’t help but fall for his kind-natured demeanour, but that night he seemed different. He was rough with you, as if he had just so many pent-up emotions. You didn’t mind him using you like that; he was yours just as much as you were his.
He didn’t bother prepping you at all that night, roughly bullying himself inside you with a groan whilst you yelped into your pillow–a feeble attempt at muffling your whines. His every thrust met the flesh of your ass; he was unrelenting. You could feel the stretch of your walls with every slide of his cock inside you. The growing arousal slowly soothed the dull ache from his harsh penetration, lubricating his shaft. He pushed up against you with his bare chest against your back, sandwiching you between your mattress and his chest as he continued to push himself further into you.
“You belong to me. You’ll always be mine no matter what. Nothing is going to take you away from me,” he groaned into your ear.
His pants tickled your ear as his ministrations became more erratic. He was throbbing and gripping your waist tighter. He was close. He was going to cum inside you.
“Valarr–Wait–Ah! Pull out!”
Your desperate pleas fell on deaf ears as he showed no signs of stopping. He was going to fill you with his essence, and there was nothing you could do about it. Despite your resistance, your cunt clenched violently around him, milking him for all that he was worth.
He pushed you further into the mattress as he made one last sharp thrust, making sure his cock tip pressed tightly against the entrance of your womb. Ropes and ropes of his seed flooded you; there was just so much of him. His panting and the continuous stream of his semen dulled your senses. He was leaking out of you around the sides of his softening cock.
Before you could truly bask in the aftermath, a harsh swing of the door brought both of you to your senses. Your father stood at the doorframe, his face twisted in horror.
“Have you two lost your minds? Get off her!” he lunged forward, grabbing Valarr by the shoulder and yanking him off you.
“Daddy! It’s not what it looks like!” You cried.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, his face flushed a deep, furious red. You had never seen him like this–never this angry.
“You will stay away from my daughter, do you hear me, boy! If I ever catch you near her again, I will make sure to gauge your eyes out!” He shoved Valarr toward the door, forcing him out, following close behind.
You didn’t know how much time passed. Only the sounds remained–heavy footsteps, shouting, the unmistakable struggle as your father chased Valarr from the house.
Then came the silence. The stairs creaked as he approached your room once more. The door slammed open again.
“Have you taken no heed of my words!? I’ve repeated myself repeatedly, yet you still defy me!” Your father incessantly screamed at you once returning.
You’re sobbing as you clutch the sheets closer to your chest, attempting to protect the little dignity you have left.
“It’s my fault. I should have done more to stop you from seeing him. I should have confined you to this house the moment I saw the way he was eyeing you. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make everything all right again.”
He grips your face with his hands, his dirt–ridden finger nails digging into your cheeks. You could feel the soot and grime smear on your face. He tosses your face aside, your father abruptly turns to the corner of your room to retrieve your pink baseball bat. You haven’t touched the thing since you were eleven.
“Daddy… what are you doing?” You’re scooting back now, desperately pleading with your eyes as your face stained with your tears.
“This is going to hurt. But it’s for the best, sweetheart.You don’t understand what you’re doing.”
You scream as you try to make a run for it. You barely made it halfway across the room before your father yanked you back by your hair, the strands tucking harshly on your scalp. You let out a pathetic whimper as you toppled to the ground. You’re scrambling backwards as he slowly trudged towards your fallen figure.
“Please, Dad–I won’t do it again. Please,” you plead between sobs, praying he’ll relent.
You let out a terrified scream before he lifted the bat and swung harshly at your leg. A grotesque cracking sound reverberated through the room as you felt unbearable pain radiating all throughout your leg as he swung again, you fell to the ground completely, your hair sticking to your wet face as you went in and out of consciousness. Your leg is nothing but a lingering numbness now as he continued to swing at the limb.
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You weren’t sure how many days it had been since that night. The days came and went, but Valarr never did. You had almost thought he had given up on you. Almost. So when the familiar tapping against your window came, you didn’t think twice before rushing to slide it open.
“You came,” you sighed in relief.
“Of course. I would never leave you here alone.” Valarr climbed into the room before dusting his jeans off. “I missed you.”
Bruises bloomed across his cheek, marring his beautiful previously untouched face. It seems he didn’t leave the incident unscathed either. You slowly brought your hand to his face, cupping his cheek gently. He melted into your touch, bringing his hand to rest over yours.
“You’re hurt,” you state with a crack in your voice.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m much more worried about you,” he stepped back to examine you, “did he touch you anywhere?”
You looked down instinctively, and his gaze followed to see your awfully bruised leg.
“He did this to you,” it came out more like a statement than a question.
He quickly brought you in, embracing you in his arms. His touch consumed you, his face rested between the crook of your neck. He took a deep breath in, making sure to bask in your scent before bringing his lips to your ear.
“Let’s run away together.”
“What?”
You pulled away briefly, not because you didn’t want to, but because the fear from your father’s cruel punishment had laid rest deep within your bones.
“I–I can’t.”
“Why not!? You’re not safe here. Look at what he has done to you,” Valarr motions to your leg.
“I know–I know. I’m just… scared.”
“Don’t be,” he said softer now, “I’ll always be with you. I’ll make sure he never lays a hand on you again.”
He brings you back into his arms to caress.
“Where would we go?” You ask after a long pause.
“My mother had a house down south,” he said. “Before she married my father. We could make it there by tomorrow if we leave tonight. I don’t think anyone’s there anymore.”
You don’t answer. You didn’t have to. Valarr knew in his heart that you would follow him to the end of the world. And he was right. You two left that night.
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It had been a year since you two fled from that place.
You were worried at first, believing that your father would find you two before you could truly settle down. What had come for you two wasn’t your father nor Valarr’s, but a sequence of symptoms. It started small. A feeling you couldn’t shake. Like something was wrong, just beneath the surface. Then came the tremors. The clumsiness. The way your hands wouldn’t quite listen to you. Valarr brushed it off at first–stress, he said. Everything you’d been through. But when it started happening to him too, he stopped dismissing it. He insisted on seeing a doctor. You didn’t want to at first but with some assurance you went.
The town was a small and quiet place. The kind of place people didn’t ask too many questions. The clinic was even smaller–cramped and stuffy. The faint smell of antiseptic clung to everything. Instruments you didn’t recognize gleamed under harsh lighting as the doctor moved around you, poking and prodding with casualness that unnerved you.
“Y’all have beautiful eyes,” the doctor said almost absentmindedly.
You laugh nervously, “We get that a lot.”
“Mhm. Don’t see that too often. Not around here at least.” The doctor scribbled something illegible on his clipboard.
You looked over next to you at Valarr anxiously, something about the doctor’s tone of voice unnerved you.
“Y’all new to town?” The doctor asked.
“Yea, we just moved here from a rural town up north,” Valarr answered smoothly.
The doctor hummed, like that was enough. “Couple, I’m guessing?”
Valarr’s hand found yours, giving it a light squeeze.
“Something like that,” you forced a smile.
“I saw on your chart,” he flipped a page, “you came in about a year ago for a broken leg.”
Your stomach tightened.
“Yes, sir,” Valarr said.
The doctor looked up briefly. “What caused the injury?”
You and Valarr paused neither of you making a move to respond.
“My fiancée’s father didn’t take too kindly to us being together,” Valarr replied.
The doctor studied the two of you for a moment longer than necessary before nodding. “That’s unfortunate, family can be like that.”
Valarr chuckled half heartedly.
“I saw on yer chart that y’all came in here a year ago for a broken leg. Does that have anything to do with it?” He continued to prod.
Valarr was silent for a beat before replying, “My pretty fiance over here’s father didn’t take too kindly to us being together.”
“Ah. I get that. My parents weren’t great people either.”
To hear the doctor put it so plainly was like a punch to the gut. You wanted to scream at him, tell him off, that he doesn’t get it at all. It was as though Valarr could sense your unease, he gently rested his hand over yours on the armrest, giving your hand a little squeeze.
“Alright, the blood work should be back any minute. I’ll take a look and come right back.” The doctor left the patient room after that.
You turned to Valarr whilst letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.
“I wish you didn’t have to tell him all that.”
“I know, darling. But we don’t have to be ashamed. I’m proud of us. Of you.” He leaned over to give you a quick peck on the lips.
That calmed you down, leaning into his affection. He always knew what to do to make you relax. One of the many things you loved about him. Then, breaking the two of you out of your trance, a knock was heard at the door.
“Come in,” Valarr called out.
The doctor stepped back into the room but something was off. The calmness in his posture no longer. His eyes lingered on the two of you in a way that made your skin prickle.
“The lab results came back.”
“And?” Valarr leaned forward expectantly.
“We’re pretty sure it’s Wilson’s disease. It’s treatable–manageable even, with the right care.” He was obviously still uncomfortable as he shifted on the spot.
“Then what’s wrong,” Valarr sounded agitated now.
“Well… it’s genetic. And with both of you presenting the same symptoms it’s likely you share some lineage.”
You went still.
“With the heterochromia,” he added carefully, “and you both being from the same small rural town… it raises some concerns.”
The room was silent. Your vision started getting blurry, your hearing static. You could see a blur in the corner of your eye of what seems to be Valarr standing up to go. You’re not sure what he’s saying; it was all just a mess.
Everyone always said you two had the same eyes.
Your father’s anger. His hatred for Valarr’s family. The refusal to talk about your mother. That night. The throbbing pain in your leg. Everything came rushing back all at once. He knew. He must have already known you two were related.
Valarr’s grip on your arm snapped you out of your daze.
“Come on. We’re getting out of here.” He’s dragging you out to the protest of the doctor.
“Wait–” the doctor called after you two. “I’m not making any accusations, I just–legally I can’t disclose anything anyway, but you should really–” he’s cut off by the slam of the door.
One moment you’re leaving the clinic and the next you two are home, back in your shared bedroom. The world didn’t seem right. You couldn’t focus on anything. Nothing was real.
“Are you still thinking about it? Don’t listen to him, they just want to separate us,” he’s cupping your face between his hands.
You instinctively flinch away, a look of hurt flashes across Valarr’s face.
“You don’t seriously believe him, do you?”
A beat passes.
“We have the same eyes, Valarr–and there’s my father–you saw how he reacted when he saw us together,” your voice trembled, barely above a whisper. “What if my dad isn’t really my dad? What if–”
You can’t bring yourself to say it.
Valarr doesn’t say anything. You wait patiently, hoping he would say something–to deny it. Laugh it off. Tell you you’re overthinking.
He doesn’t.
His eyes darken–something ugly flashing over his usually pristine eyes, before he took a step closer to you.
“You need to rest.”
“No!”
He takes another step forward. You’re getting a bit nervous now, taking a step back. This continues until you hit the edge of the bed.
“You’re hurting me, love,” Valarr wore a pained expression.
He pushes you onto the bed, moving himself atop of you before you can push him away.
“You know I love you, right?”
“Valarr–stop–” you’re pawing at his chest, but it’s no use. “You’re scaring me.”
He’s bunching your dress up your hips then, making a move to undo his belt.
“I’ll make everything all right again. Promise.”
He shuts up your protests by harshly kissing you. It’s rough and intense. You’re instinctively leaning into his touch, your body remembers him before you can fight it. You’re ashamed that you’re slowly soaking your panties. Despite your horror of it all, you can’t help but be aroused.
“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he’s lining himself up with your entrance.
Your eyes widen in horror at that, “You knew–”
You’re cut off by him thrusting himself fully to the hilt. You’re slick, making it easier for him to slide in. You’re gasping for air, both from the pain and the shock of it all.
“Ngh—I knew… that night—when he caught us. I found my father’s album… your mother—she was in every photo,” he grunted between thrusts.
You’re a mewling mess as he continues his assault on your unsuspecting cunt.
“She looks just like you, you know.”
You’re disgusted. By it all. By your half–brother lover and by the conversation at hand whilst he pistoned his hips to meet yours.
“Don’t–” It’s all you can force out before you moan from another one of his thrusts.
“Even if you’re my sister–I still love you. Is that wrong? Do I make you feel sick?” He moves his hand up your abdomen to your breast, giving it a quick squeeze.
You can only whine in protest.
He leans down to place kisses on your breasts.
“Valarr–” you can’t stay upset at him, as much as it disgusts you, he’s still your Valarr.
“I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You’re mine to love. Mine to fuck. Mine to hold. Nothing in the world could change that.”
You let out a deep, guttural sob. You still love him. You love your brother in a way sisters shouldn’t, and yet deep down you knew it never mattered.
“You are everything to me,” he whispers into your ear, his hand moving down to your clit, stroking it gently, a great juxtaposition to his relentless pace.
“Valarr–I’m going to cum,” you gasp out between half sobs and half moans.
“I know. I know, darling, let yourself go,” Valarr presses his forehead against yours as you come apart around his cock.
He thrusts into you faster, his breath becoming uneven as you grip around him.
“I love you.”
He makes eye contact with you as he pushes his cock to your cervix. He’s cumming inside you. He doesn’t bother pulling out despite being spent, using his girth to plug all the cum inside.
summary: trying to get back at your ex valarr with his cousin aerion goes wrong
pairings: aerion x reader, past valarr x reader
warnings: smut, pinv, fem!reader, rough sex, slight blood, dub con, slight voyeurism?, possessive aerion, mdni
You had only intended to get involved with Aerion to piss off his cousin. You had broken up with Valarr over a year ago, but the feelings hadn't truly dissipated, so when news of how Valarr had started seeing some fashion major at your shared uni, it certainly didn't sit well with you. What better way to get back at your ex than to get with his no good cousin?
Aerion knew of your past with Valarr, but certainly didn't seem to care much when you batted your pretty lashes his way as you cornered him after one of his classes asking him out on a date. He never really cared for his perfect cousin anyway. It was supposed to just be a date at one of the hot spots in the city. You were sure the whispers would carry to Valarr, eventually. What you hadn't accounted for was Aerion's own plans as he convinced you to come up to his apartment for just a drink. You should have known it was never about a drink.
And here you were lying under him in his apartment that his daddy most definitely paid for. His pace unrelenting and calculated, making sure with every snap of his hips the tip kissed your cervix. Your legs instinctively wrap around him as he groans in your ear with another harsh thrust.
“Did my cousin fuck you this good?”
And there it is. Aerion knew exactly what this was about, yet his thrusts didn’t seem to slow. If anything, it fueled him on. You moan as he attacks your neck. He's biting hard, making sure that it leaves a mark. His tongue laps at the indent as if it would soothe the pain. Aerion hooks his arm under your legs, lifting them ever so slightly to gain better access as to jackhammer into you. You're a mess at this point, with your head tilted back, mouth agape, and eyes rolling back. You grab onto his biceps to anchor yourself while his thrusts become more and more erratic. The slickness of it all is dizzying. It filled the room with both of your essence and Aerion had no sign of stopping.
“This is mine. Just mine.”
Aerion moves his hand to lie over your womb before he attacks your lips, forcing his tongue in as you both moan into each other. His teeth catch your bottom lip and he pulls on your lip harshly as he retreats–most definitely drawing blood. You can feel your peak approaching and you're desperately clawing at him. You’re clenching hard when you cum, to your embarrassment, your slick drenching his cock.
“That’s it. Bet he doesn’t make you feel this good. Fuck–I’m cumming.”
Aerion lets out a loud groan as pushes his cock as deep as he can and forces his semen to penetrate your womb. He’s still thrusting as he continues to empty his seed into you. Every drag of your walls sends you into overdrive. You can hardly process what’s happening when the flash from his phone blinds you. Before you can grab the device, he’s already done what you feared.
“There. Now he knows what he’s missing. It’s too bad he won’t be able to get a taste ever again.”
He’s slumping down onto your bare chest before you can protest. His sweaty body clings to you uncomfortably so. You’re starting to think this wasn’t such a good idea. This is not at all how you planned the date to turn out.
