[drqcaryz]

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BLACK OR SILVER

ᴀᴇʀɪᴏɴ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀɪʟᴇʀ!ᴘᴀʀᴋ!ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ’ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢꜱ

ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʟᴀᴅɪᴇꜱ ┊ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ? ┊ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ┊ ɢʀᴏᴘɪɴɢ ┊ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛɪᴛ ꜱᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ┊ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ꜱᴜʙ!ᴀᴇʀɪᴏɴ ┊ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ꜱᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ┊

you had slowly begun to notice it.

the specific way his eyes lingered on the multiple silver studs that lined your ear, or the shiny bar through your eyebrow. the way his gaze held onto them and followed when you moved and they caught the light in the dim way cheap piercings did. sometimes you couldn’t tell if the sparkle in his eyes was from the reflection of the metal or from plain childlike curiosity.

so at first you thought he was just simply curious. you had supposed the other women in his life would only be allowed to have one simple hole in the lobe of their ear, knowing the certain attitudes and distaste the people surrounded him held towards anything untraditional. so maybe he was just not used to it before meeting you. maybe that was it.

but then he started touching them.

it was light grazes at first. if he was holding your cheek while rutting into you from above, you noticed how now his thumb would travel to your ear. just touching them slightly enough that you couldn’t bring it up without sounding insane.

and then it was your back dermals. more silver. when he had you bent over the arm rest of your incredibly uncomfortable sofa his thumbs found them. but not pressing directly on them. just a little to the side, just under them. then after a while he would start circling them. his hips slowing down in their brutal pace as the warm pads of his thumbs circled around the piercing, just grinding his cock into you softly as he did it.

next, his hands started to find their way into your mouth, locating that small ball on your tongue and rubbing against it. smearing the wetness of your mouth over it, and once his fingers were adequately soaked he’d retrieve his hand and place it in between his own lips.

then it was more. he started kissing you more, (which was almost too much as he already kissed you a lot.) and when he was kissing you his tongue found yours more often. more specifically the the silver that lay on top of it. aerion would lick over it, feeling the smooth metal, and now he had begun to suck on it.

“stick your tongue out.” he panted against your lips.

you were too dazed from all the kissing and the way less oxygen had been going to your brain because of it, that you didn’t even question him.

you stuck your tongue out.

his mouth was instantly around it, sucking at the tip first, then making his way down further, swallowing it completely. his lips around the entirety of your tongue including your piercing. you noticed how his groans had become deeper at that, more gasping, louder ones too as he sucked on it. all you could to was whine at the sensation.

then it became more obvious. your tits. two bars. an impulsive decision while high at 16. and now they had become aerions new fixation. his fingers rubbing them, sometimes too harshly and you had to swat his hands away and tell him, “careful,” through gritted teeth. only then would he reply , “sorry, sweet i’ll make it better, okay?” and his mouth would be on them. licking and sucking and soothing the pain.

but now it was obvious. obvious enough you didn’t feel crazy for thinking it. so you asked. just curious.

he was making some instant coffee with his shirtless back to you and you had to pull your eyes away from the sight of it to remember your question properly.

“so, you got a kink or something?” was all that came out. rather suddenly too, cutting through the gentle silence abruptly. you had a habit of blurting things out in stressful situations and aerion targaryen shirtless in your kitchen while you were thinking about all the different ways his fingers and mouth worshipped your body in the last week was in fact a stressful situation.

his back stilled, then he turned around to face you. “what?” the look on his face was one of genuine surprise and confusion.

you cleared your throat and waved your hand over your own body slightly before speaking. “y’know, the-,” another movement of your hand, “the piercings, you’re always like, i don’t know… on them.”

then you saw it. his features sharpening in something. awareness, maybe realisation? but just something that made you realise he was completely unaware of what he was doing and only now put the pieces together and only now realised you knew too. a flush crawled up the back of his neck as he turned back away to his coffee.

“hah, you wish.” his voice was rough and mixed with an obviously fake snobby tone, but you could hear the slight tremble as he spoke, making it clear he was not expecting that question and was also not expecting your question to have a hint of truth in it and definitely not expecting to realise that at 4am in your trailer kitchen.

stubborn as ever. you only rolled your eyes and picked up your own mug. but as you were sipping on your lukewarm coffee you thought of something.

the next time he came over, with no warning, using his own key as usual, you were sitting on a small wooden chair in the kitchen, one of the two you had and which was considerably more stable than the other one across from you.

you were passing the time with an old magazine, and a cigarette between two fingers that rested on the wooden table, all while he walked in and turned to the small fridge almost immediately. he pulled out a beer. he then turned to you and stopped.

his eyes found the two small black boxes on the table in front of you. two small jewellery boxes. something aerion wouldn’t have known if it weren’t for the fact they were open. and he could see the jewellery piece in each one. not clear enough he could say what they were, but enough to see it was jewellery of some kind.

he slowly dragged his eyes away from them and turned his head upwards to look at you. he raised a brow.

“choose.” you said.

a pause.

“i’m sorry?” his voice sounded offended but the tilt of his head and narrowing of his eyes made him look more confused than anything.

then you stood up. removing yourself from behind the small wooden table, and revealing your stomach.

a freshly pierced belly ring.

it wasn’t your first one, you did have one a few years back but only a few months after getting it, you had cleaned it, forgotten about it, had a shower, went to sleep, then by the time you had woken up it was healed. you were told to wait a few months before re-piercing it to not cause any problems but a few months turned into a few years and then it had just slipped your mind. until now.

this was his first time seeing one on you.

“choose.” you repeated.

aerions eyes were trained on your lower stomach. you were wearing a short enough shirt (on purpose) so he had a clear view of your jewellery there. his eyes were wide. his breath was non existent and his blinking almost looked manual, like he had to remind himself to do it and carry out the action forcefully. he shakily exhaled through his mouth after moments of not breathing.

the only thing that made his blown eyes look away was the tapping on the table. your fingers slowly drumming against it, waiting for him to choose. but also not waiting, as you were thoroughly enjoying his reaction of just staring at you.

he swallowed then awkwardly moved closer to the table to the boxes, trying to distract himself from the view, but looking at them was almost worse. almost.

the left one was silver and red, the bar silver and the gems in the top and bottom of the bar were a deep ruby shade. there was a silver dragon connected to it, a beautiful silver design with its wings spread wide. the right one was silver and black, another standard silver bar, but instead of a dragon it was a dagger connected to it. silver with black accents.

aerion couldn’t breathe. his hands came down to the edge of the table in an attempt to look like he was thinking, but he really just needed something to grip onto.

“uh, the uhm-,” he stammered.

“hm?” you smiled.

“this one, the uh- the dragon.”

it was almost funny how sure you were that he was going to choose that one. “well i gotta wait a few weeks before i can change it, but thanks.” you smiled at him innocently before reaching to grab the boxes.

his hand was on your wrist.

you saw his eyes flicker from your stomach to your face, “your doing this on purpose,” he muttered.

“hm?” you continued to feign innocence.

aerion clenched his jaw. “this, the-,” he looked down, “that.”

“you don’t like it?”

his fingers tightened around your wrist briefly, then loosened, then they tightened again.

before you knew it, he was walking, and taking you with him. he pulled you to the room over and pushed you down onto the sofa. a small ugh left you at the forceful shove but then as you went to look up at him, your eyes travelled down.

he was on his knees. infront of you. and his hands were on you. they were spread on either side of your waist with eyes so focused on the plain silver bar you almost felt shy. the look in his eyes one you would say looked rather close to worship.

your stomach was warm beneath his hands, so incredibly warm. his fingers moved downwards slightly, and you could feel the way his fingertips trembled, then they moved back up, his pale skin almost framing the piece of metal in the centre of your torso. he was caressing you, adoring you.

an action so sweet and rare from him you didn’t know what to do with it, didn’t know how to react, you barely knew how to breathe at this moment.

your voice was quiet, “aerion.” was all you could gather.

you felt him breathe against your stomach, his head dropping forward to rest against the flesh there. your hands reached for his hair, the soft strands between your fingers as you stroked them.

then you felt his lips. just lightly. just above your belly button. then they were firmer. a press of lips in the same spot. your heartbeat stumbled.

“aerion.” another whisper.

“you did this on purpose.” he repeated. almost sounding like he couldn’t believe it.

“maybe.”

he trailed his lips down your stomach. placing soft open mouthed kisses there, the sweetness of it making your entire body feel warmer.

then a sharp contrast as his rough hands found your inner thighs, spreading them completely open. a loud gasp left you at the abruptness of it.

his left thumb moved to the thin part of your shorts that covered the spot between your legs, and he pulled it to the side. you could feel the heat travel up your face as he stared down at you.

“really? no underwear?”

“well i wasn’t really expecting guests.” you shot back.

he scoffed. “that’s a lie and we both know it.”

one of his hands moved back up to your stomach. it was sprawled out across you’re belly, the space between his thumb and index finger encasing your piercing. his other hand gripped the underside of your knee, pushing your leg upwards slightly so he had a better view, and more importantly more room.

his head moved forward and his tongue pressed against the soft linen of your shorts, directly against your clit. the fabric mixed with the warmth of his tongue was an overwhelming sensation.

“you’re soaking your shorts, baby.” the shorts you had chose on purpose, because they were his favourite and you knew they were his favourite because they fit in that specific way that made his mind go fuzzy.

you’re only response was to tighten your hands in his hair. he had barely touched you yet you were already trembling beneath him, not wanting to speak in fear that you might just end up stammering and whining out your words.

you felt the smile on his face against your thigh.

“cmon, lift your hips.” he continued, and you could hear the exact grin he was wearing. you could picture the look on his face and how smug he probably was right now.

and even though that thought irritated you, really irritated you because he was cocky enough and definitely didn’t need to be cockier, you were growing impatient at the thought of his mouth there, on you.

you lifted your hips slightly of the couch and almost immediately his fingers hooked in the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down your thighs. they ended up on the floor next to him, not that either of you were paying any attention.

he returned one of his hands to sprawl back across your stomach and the other back underneath your knee, spreading you back open and pressing you back down into the cushions.

aerion pressed a few short kisses to your inner thighs, starting to edge closer to the heat between your legs. you watched as he kissed one side, then lifted his head to stare at said spot, then slowly move to the other thigh. his eyes occasionally flickering back up to your stomach, to your piercing, that was still being framed between his thumb and index finger, a silver bar, a puncture wound, technically an injury, and something you had gotten just for him, just to prove some stupid point you questioned him about at 4am in your kitchen and he retorted with something cocky.

aerion felt his mouth go dry at the thought.

“you’re so..” he started.

then he began to lick, coating your soft skin in a thin layer of saliva, making sure that when he breathed against you, you could feel the chill of the cold spit. it was almost intoxicating how harsh the contrast was from your thighs to just an inch to the left where you were radiating heat. the thought of it and the feeling of it caused your thighs to tremble.

but it wasn’t enough. you needed more, and were growing impatient. something aerion picked up on when your hips started to squirm towards his face, desperate for any contact you could get. he registered the movement, you saw him do it, the slight pause of his head, and tightening of his hands. the flash of hunger in his eyes when he realised what it meant.

“still.” he murmured, his voice rough with need. you were practically shaking in anticipation.

when he finally leaned in, without the barrier of your shorts, the sensation of his bare tongue on you, all warm and wet and soft, caused your back to arch into his touch. aside from your heavy breathing, you could hear the wetness of his tongue and lips sucking on you, from your sensitive clit to fully shoving his tongue inside you. a long whine left you and aerion squeezed your thigh in acknowledgement.

“shit-,” a sharp gasp that was almost painful, “aer- aerion.”

he hummed back.

you whimpered and without even thinking your hips were moving, not entirely sure if you wanted to lean in closer or pull them back. but he only pushed his head harder into you, his tongue shoving deeper inside you, making sure there was no room between the pillows on the sofa and the flesh of your ass.

your mind went blank as he continued, only being able to grip harder onto his hair, needing something to hold onto. it was all so overwhelming.

his tongue left your wet, gaping hole and aerions hand on your thigh moved to in between your legs, his long fingers replacing his mouth. in one slow agonising lick his tongue moved to find your clit, pressing his tongue against it, then sucking all while two of his fingers pushed inside you, beginning a steady rhythm of thrusting into you. you were practically dripping onto his fingers. it was annoying how good he was.

“fuck-,” you choked out, “please-,” your thighs that were now no longer being spread open by his hand had moved to rest on his shoulders, tightening around his head with every flick of his tongue. your senseless babbling only seemed to encourage him more, his fingers curling and rubbing against that spongy spot inside you, a brutal pace while his fingers were knuckle deep.

you could feel that familiar tightening in your lower stomach, and it didn’t help when aerion pressed his hand down against the said tightening in your belly.

you suddenly noticed your cheeks grow cold and you realised tears had started falling from your glassy eyes, letting the cold air of the trailer mingle with them. you were practically sobbing under him, moaning his name again and again, the words coming out in stammered whines as you choked on your tears. you were so close, your entire body drawing tight, your hands gripping his hair, thighs hugging his face, stomach coiling in heat. and he didn’t stop, if anything he went faster, sucked harder, and you were there.

“gonna- i’m- aerion im-” a broken cry.

your thighs shook, legs flailing against his back as you cried, your hole tightening around his fingers as they continued to curl inside you, your eyes squeezed shut. he continued, making sure every single tingle and shiver was adequately wrung out of your system. continuing to curl his fingers and suck on your puffy clit.

you were babbling now, “c-can’t, please- t’much-,” you couldn’t even think of what you were saying, helpless pleas just tumbling out of your mouth. aerion finally leaned back, his fingers and mouth leaving your heat. your vision was blurry, with cheeks wet from tears, and your entire body trembling.

aerion grinned down at you, his hands rubbing your thighs softly. then he leaned forward, pressing a kiss directly below your belly ring, then he moved upwards on his knees, his hands finding the hem of your shirt. it was slightly damp with sweat and you could feel his fingers pushing your shirt upwards, revealing your breasts.

he placed a soft kiss to either side, on both of the silver bars there. your breathing stumbled again. his hands stayed holding them gently while his lips moved upwards to your ear. he licked a long stripe across your piercings and a wet gasp escaped you. your trembling hands moved to his chest, grinning the fabric of his shirt. the tears in your eyes had already dripped down your face, making your vision clearer now.

he moved from your ear to look at your face properly, his eyes trained on your damp face as he stared down at you, your parted lips and blown out eyes.

then he leaned in. he licked a flat stripe up your cheek, tasting the saltiness there. you whined.

“tongue.”

your brows furrowed as you searched his face, “huh?”

one hand left your breast and found the side of your jaw, he tapped it twice, gently. “open,” he pressed a kiss to your lips, “i want your tongue.”

it took you a second to understand what he meant then you just nodded dumbly at his command, still not fully there from your orgasm. you opened your mouth and his was instantly on yours. the taste of him, of you, flooded your senses as his tongue filled your mouth. it was a rough and desperate kiss, his hand wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head back further so he had better access. a strangled moan left you which he swallowed, returning one of his own as he found the whole of your tongue, sucking on it, on the metal, on the piercing.

he moved back and you were both breathing heavily. his eyes flickered to your stomach.

“aggravating. you’re so aggravating.” he continued.

after that, at least twice a week you’d open your jewellery box to find new piercings. new earrings, belly and tongue rings, nipple piercings, just more. ones considerably more expensive than your usual pairs, and definitely more to his taste. whenever you’d put them on, the ones he had bought, the ones he had chose, just know you wouldn’t be leaving your home for a couple days.

a/n - tryna practise writing smut and why is it so embarrassing like omg yeah find me in my room talking ab some ‘your tongues fought for dominance’ like somebody save me from this torture

also i only have a few basic piercings myself so i don’t know that much about them, pls ignore me if i said something wrong

hope you enjoyed!

@justheretoreadmydear since you asked to be tagged🙂‍↕️🙏

[drqcaryz]

if you squint that’s me && aerion

[drqcaryz]

omg going from hotd into akotsk is the funniest thing ever

[drqcaryz]

ROCKSTAR AERION YES YES YES YES YES

[the-darklings]

Thinking ab asking BB to chase us through the backrooms just for a little bit of fun and getting so turned on and trying to fuck but he just doesn’t understand why the fear got us so riled up

you'd suggest it like a game. playful. flirty. “chase me. if you catch me you can have me.” expecting him to tilt his head and do the confused processing thing like he usually does when it comes to weird human antics.

instead his eyes go black immediately.

not the soft black. the other black. his whole posture shifts (shoulders dropping, weight redistributing, expression sharpening, that predator gait engaging) and he says “how much of a head start do you want, baby?” in a voice you've never heard him use on you before. low. flat. patient in a way that isn't gentle or coaxing.

you wanted to play chase with an apex predator. the apex predator wants to play chase with you. these are not the same game.

because BB has been suppressing hunting instincts around you since the day you arrived. keeping them leashed, keeping the thing that pursues and catches locked behind the bobby suit and the soft eyes and the gentle hands. and you just told him he could let it out. you just gave him permission to pursue you through his own domain. the pursuit is the foreplay and the catch is the reward and every ancient predatory instinct he's been choking down for months just got a hall pass.

he gives you thirty seconds. it's more than generous. it's more than he wants to give. you run. the backrooms shift around you. not to trap you, not yet, but to extend the chase, to give it room, because he's enjoying this too much to end it quickly. he wants to hear your footsteps. wants to hear your breathing get ragged for him. wants to track the sound of your heartbeat accelerating through the walls that are him.

when he catches you (and he catches you, obviously, in about four minutes, because you’re running through his bloodstream) the sound he makes is not the purr you know.

it's older. hungrier. the sound from before he learned to be soft.

you started this game thinking you'd have to explain the appeal. but you’re pinned against a wall being kissed like he’s slowly devouring you, realising BB never needed it explained.

he's an apex predator and you’re his favourite thing to eat.

he was always going to love the chase. he was just waiting for you to ask.

[drqcaryz]

i miss it when i made readers but idk i need something more fitting into the asoiaf universe

[louloucake]

SORRY STOP IT I just imagined something like bobby dragging it through panties till they're soaked like no penetration for a while just rubbing through panties as some foreplay idk if I explained it well I can't really put it into words I can just imagine 😵‍💫

OBESSED WAITTTT...i saw a video like this on x the other day...totally give bobby...

bobby franklin fucks your panties ⊹ ࣪ ˖

you're lying back on the bed, propped up on your elbows to watch him. bobby's standing at the foot of the mattress, his eyes dark and fixed on you. he's already hard, his cock hard and flushed as he grips it in his fist. but instead of climbing on top of you or telling you to turn over, he just looks.

"spread your legs," he says, his voice rough. you do it instantly, knees falling open. your favorite panties, the light blue ‘tuesday’ cotton ones he loves, are already damp from anticipation.

“aren’t you gonna undress me?” you bat your lashes at him,

he moves closer until his knees are pressing against the edge of the mattress. with his free hand, he traces the line of your panties along your hip, fingers dipping down to brush against the fabric covering your clit.

"nah. not yet babe." he murmurs, his voice dropping low, making your stomach clench. "i like these."

you raise an eyebrow. "you like them more than you like me naked?"

"didn't say that," he chuckles, his fingers still tracing patterns through the fabric.he shifts his position slightly, aligning his cock with your covered folds. the first contact makes you gasp, even through the fabric.

the friction is incredible - the cotton creating just enough resistance to drive you wild while still allowing you to feel every ridge of him. your panties grow damper with each pass, the light blue fabric darkening where you're dripping for him and where his pre cum in touching.

"you're so wet already?" he observes, his voice tight with restraint.

"you are the one staining them with pre-cum…" you manage, arching your hips to meet his movements.

“dirty, dirty mouth…” he tsks as his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, tugging them aside just enough to reveal your slick folds. his eyes darken as he takes in the sight, his thumb brushing over your clit and making you gasp. "so fucking pretty," he murmurs, almost to himself.

then, just as quickly, he shifts the fabric back into place, covering you again. your breath hitches in confusion and anticipation. 

“bobby, you can admire my pussy any other time just please…quit fucking around…”

before you can ask what he's doing next, he guides his cock through the leg hole of your panties, the head dragging along your inner thigh before nestling right above your bare pussy.

"better?" he asks, his voice tight with control as he starts to move. the cotton clings to him, soaked with pre-cum, and you can feel every ridge and vein.

"bobby..."  you whimper

"shh," he cuts you off, his pace quickening. "wanna fuck your cute little panties right now, hold on."

each pass of his cock against your panties sends sparks through you, your panties grow darker with every thrust, completely soaked though now, his hands gripping your hips as he fucks into the fabric with more urgency.

"you're gonna ruin these!" you manage to gasp, half complaining, half loving it.

"i'll buy you new ones. i promise." he grunts, his hips snapping forward.

your boyfriends pretty blue eyes locked on where his cock disappears into the leg hole of your panties, the fabric stretched tight around him. 

his movements falter for a moment as he releases his grip on your hip. instead, his hand captures yours, his fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist. he guides your hand down between your bodies.. your own hand is trembling as he presses it flat against the soaked fabric of your panties, right over the hard, thick length of him.

"feel that?" he breathes, his voice a ragged whisper against your ear. "feel me fucking your panties, baby?"

you can only whimper in response, it's intoxicating…the heat, the weight of him, the way the fabric is stretched taut.

"touch it," he commands, his voice tight with need. "rub the tip, c’mon sweetheart, make me cum right here."

your heart pounds in your chest as you obey, your thumb finding the swollen head of his cock through the panties. the cotton is so wet it's almost transparent, and you can feel every contour of him as you begin to circle the sensitive tip. bobby groans, his hips bucking into your touch as you tease him.

"fuck, just like that," he pants, his movements becoming more erratic.

he grunts out unintelligible praises, his hands gripping your hips again as he drives into you with renewed urgency. "fuck- don’t stop-"

you don't, your fingers pressing harder against his tip, "don’t cum on them, i’ll have to throw them away."

a broken, desperate laugh escapes his lips, his hips bucking wildly against your hand. "can’t hold it babe…i promise- i promise to take you anywhere you wanna go to get some nice fucking panties worth a month’s rent…”

you can only nod, your body trembling as the friction.his gaze drops from your eyes down to your boobs, "play with your tits. squeeze them, c’mon."

you slowly, deliberately, move your hand away from his straining cock, bringing it up to cup your breast. his eyes follow every movement, glued to your fingers as they begin to circle your hardened nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt.

"that's it," he groans as he continues to fuck into the soaked cotton. "pinch it. hard."

you obey, rolling the sensitive bud between your thumb and forefinger, a sharp gasp escaping your lips at the sensation. “bobbyyy-” you moan out like a porn star.

bobby's hips stutter at the sound, his control clearly fraying. "fuck, you're so hot," he pants, his eyes flicking between your face and your busy hand. "pull up your shirt. i wanna see."

“hurry up and cum so you can fuck me for real!” you groan, but still you obey and with your free hand, you bunch the material of your shirt up, exposing your breasts to his heated gaze. the cool air makes your nipples pebble even more, and you waste no time in resuming your attention on them, alternating between plump peaks.

"jesus christ," he swears, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing their steady rhythm. "gonna fucking cum. gonna ruin these panties just like i promised."

you moan, arching your back as you squeeze your tits, "do it, bobby" you breathe, your earlier complaint completely forgotten. "please..."

that's all it takes. with a guttural groan, bobby's hips slam forward one last time, and you see a spreading wetness bloom even more so on the fabric. then the hot, thick pulse of wetness seeps right onto your skin. he keeps grinding against you, drawing out his orgasm as he spills himself all over the delicate cotton, marking them completely.

"well," he says, his voice husky. "i'd say those are officially garbage."

[drqcaryz]

jacaerys velaryon is my moon my man omg

[drqcaryz]

www.drqcaryz.com ,, meet the 𝒹ragon 𝓅rincess + more

fire is a prison ,, the sea offers an escape

⌞ interests ⌝ house of the dragon ,, obsession ,, mac todd ,, the pitt ,, finn bennett ,, spongebob ,, helaena targaryen ,, gravity falls ,, team black ,, ready or not 2 : here i come ,, marvel ,, reading ,, a knight of the seven kingdoms ,, madison beer ,, tomadachi life ,, movie theaters ,, superman ,, seaside ,, dragons ,, olivia rodrigo ,, max verstappen ,, futbol ,, zara larsson ,, ballerina nails ,, knights ,, deers ,, matcha ,, movie && show soundtracks !!

⌞ who the pen is for ⌝ ser duncan the tall ,, bobby franklin ,, jacaerys velaryon ,, aerion targaryen ,, eddie munson ,, clark kent ,, benjamin poindexter ,, more coming soon . . .

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⌞ guidelines ⌝ to be very clear i will not write anything regarding non consensual behavior ,, incest ( not including stepcest && targcest bc / i genuinely love those ) ,, or anything with age regression . other than that i am pretty much up to writing anything else whether that is smut ,, fluff ,, or angst . my inbox is always open ,, although at times it will be closed for requests due to the time i have on my hands ,, i will not answer any hate asks as i could give no fucks whatsoever <3 . no hate will be tolerated towards me && my works && the people who enjoy what i do && etc ,, block button is my best friend . the majority of my works are 18+ ,, if you are a minor beware of what you read but i will not be the one to pick up your scraps

⌞ blog ⌝ i do not condone to the use of ai ,, i will never use ai in my works and will block anyone who does so . i only post on tumblr ,, no where else and would hate to ever find out if my works are being reposted elsewhere . i have had an incident on an old blog where a mutual was rewriting my work and acted oblivious to it all ,, so best believe i will no longer hold back

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© 𝒹rqcaryz . est ‘ 26

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stark men's favourite pillows are your thighs and your tits. the best naps they have are when they use you as their personal pillow. you could be sat by the hearth in your chambers, reading maybe, or embroidering, and they'll wonder in. their cloak ends up thrown over the back of a chair or on the foot of their bed. and they just gravitate towards you like a moth to a flame. honestly sometimes they'll just drop to their knees in front of you. arms wrapped around your waist, cheek pressed against your thigh. you can feel the warmth of their cheeks through the fabric of your skirts. the warmth of their hands resting against the small of your back. and they will absolutely just fall asleep like that. kneeling on the floor before you, using your lap as a pillow. and they're only drift deeper when your fingers tangle lightly in their hair, scratching at their scalp in that soothing way, brushing your fingers through the soft strands. and they'll stay like that for as long as possible. and are very much deeply displeased when awoken.

[rottenbites]

DUNCAN WHO FUCKS YOU IN A HEADLOCK

ooo this gentle giant … gimme that cookie right now

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry, m’lady. so fucking sorry.”

the position dunk had you in was brutalizing, your hands clawing at his forearm as he held you in a headlock, his other arm splayed across your stomach, pushing your back into his front. you both were kneeled on his bedroll, the fire light dancing across tree bark and soft grass as your moans echoed throughout the air.

duncan had pounced on you the second you came back from cleaning off in the stream, a little shy in the fact he watched the water trickle down your breasts as you washed yourself, yet unabashed in the way he fucked you relentless. his oversized cock split you in a half, each rut of his hips leaving you a whimpering and mewling mess.

“o-oh god,” you cried, dunk’s hold getting softer as gasps of air spit from your lips. all though he couldn’t help his desires, this was still dunk — your dunk, and he would never hurt you.

breath tickling your neck, duncan’s moans were loud in your ear, the sounds of his pleasure stirring you on further. you loved the way he fell apart, each fibre of his being submitting to you as he made his only goal to make you feel good.

“i swear on my honour,” dunk whispered, his voice coarse with pleasure. “that i will never hurt you. you’re my girl, okay? remember that.”

[drqcaryz]

wait aerion fuck me please . like now

[drqcaryz]

wait mama loves ser duncan 🤤

[drqcaryz]

woke up with bloody pillows this stupid nose

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[creganed]

preview — to eat and be eaten | cregan & jace (m)

cregan x jace x ladystark!reader

summary: when the prince of dragonstone visits the north on a diplomatic mission, you begin to notice just how close he and your husband are. the last thing you expect is for him to set his sights on you, and for your husband to be content to let him see. coming soon.

tentative warnings: smut (minors dni), mallister!reader, afab!reader, canon divergence (no dance!), sexual tension between EVERYONE, piv sex, multiple orgasms, m/m/f threesome (heavy on the m/m), jace is SNEAKY!!!, switch!jace, dom!cregan, switch!reader, implied emotional affair/leftover feelings between cregan and jace if you squint but reader doesn’t really gaf, if anything shes genuinely fujoing out, reader and cregan have sex and both moan jace's name (what's the opposite of cucking?), blowjobs, sloppy seconds, hot springs sex, alcohol consumption, more warnings to come with finished fic.

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“Dragons consider gentle hesitation as a sign of respect,” Jace continued, still petting Vermax’s side, “Oftentimes those who have never so much as seen a dragon think they can tame them with their touch. It never ends well, I have seen it myself. They are not lap dogs, my lady.”

You wanted to laugh, looking back at Jace. “Are they not? I hadn’t realized.”

The Prince of Dragonstone seemed to be enjoying himself far too much for your comfort. He stepped away from the dragon, in your direction. “There is a fine line, funnily enough. Hubris aggravates them. Excessive displays of fear make them impatient.”

His smile faded, but his expression remained warm. Beckoning you closer. “Come. He won’t harm you while I’m here.”

Moving too suddenly around the dragon, in your opinion, Jace swept forward and closed the gap between you both. He stepped behind you, a hand coming up to the small of your back to guide you. The other traced your arm gently, starting from your elbow and ghosting down until his fingers wrapped themselves around your wrist. 

His touch was light. His palms were cold, calloused from years of dragonriding. He lowered his voice to a murmur, speaking from over your shoulder. 

“Here,” He offered, using his grip to raise your hand, “Let me help you.”

With Jace as your guide, Vermax lowered his head. You could feel the dragon’s hot breath warming the space, being pushed low with his exhales and moving up as the heat from within him expanded before rising up into the rafters of the barn. The smell of smoke filled your nose.

“Slowly.” Jace’s mouth was both too close and too far away from your ear. “Though he’s harmless, right now at least.”

“Is he as gentle as you, my prince?” You asked, and he exhaled–an almost laugh with such a specific sound you didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling again. He sounded closer now.

The emerald dragon was inches from you now, rumbling low. You could feel the sweat beginning to form in your hairline.

Jace’s lip pressed itself to your ear. Your eyes fluttered shut, and his voice lowered itself to a whisper. 

“Whoever said I was gentle, Lady Stark?”

Scales in your palm, pressing up into you. Fingertips at your knuckles, holding tightly. Your eyes opened, and it fell into place for you as you peered up at Vermax, now nuzzling into your palm.

“You are one,” You murmured, awestruck.

Jace nodded proudly, the movement vivid against the side of your head. “He is mine own brother in all but blood. Were one of us to die, the other would feel a hollow in our chest the rest of our days.”

“Does that scare you?”

This time, Jace doesn’t nod. You heard him swallow. He let loose a shaky breath, now too looking at his dragon. His hand prompted yours, and you began to scratch the tip of Vermax’s nose. Vermax let out a pleased huff, but it did little to assuage Jace.

“It is my worst fear,” The prince admitted, “One so strong I’ve lost count of the nightmares it has brought me.”

Your head turned to look at him then. Emotions danced in his eyes—pain, admiration, admiration, all for his dragon. He looked so young, still. Even if it was winter, and the sun was dull and dim, freckles still spanned his sharp cheekbones and angular nose. If you wanted to, you could probably count every single one. Gods, did you want to.

With a purse of your lips you realized just how close he was. Jace wasn’t looking at you, however. And Vermax, despite pressing into your palm, was looking at Jace. 

They have known each other for a thousand years, it would have seemed. There was some sort of conversation happening here you were not physically capable of being privy to. It was all too familiar, you thought, and your lips turned up before you could help it.

This drew Jace’s attention. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. Face to face now, still behind you. Pressing close. Too close. “What?”

“This is a talent of yours, Jace. Holding entire conversations with your eyes.”

He shook his head. “It is a bond between dragon and rider.”

Your eyes widened, gaze curious but not prying. “Oh? Since when is my lord husband your dragon, then?”

Jace looked surprised for a moment, before scanning your face. Dark eyes lingered on your lips a beat too long, causing your breath to hitch.

“Is that jealousy I hear, Lady Stark?”

Now you shook your head with a wry smile. “Not at all. I’m simply curious.”

Jace’s forehead tilted forward, ever playful. His breath fanned your face. “Ask away, then. I am an open book.”

“You may be an open book, Prince Jacaerys,” You murmured, blood roaring in your ears, “Yet my lord husband seals himself shut until you are at his side.”

“What can I say,” He whispered, nose ghosting across yours, “I’ve a gift for opening people up.”

If either of you moved half an inch closer, your lips would touch. This was an exquisite torture. Surely, this was crossing someone’s line. Yours, Jace’s, Cregan’s. At some point they merged. Stopped being lines and curved, woven into a circle. 

You exhaled steadily. Vermax, suddenly disinterested, stepped away. Jace didn’t let go of your hand as you lowered it. The fingers other hand—when had it moved from the small of your back to your hip?—inched along the edge of your cloak, threatening to dip inside.

You were warm. The dragon was warm—surely, this was why. You should have stepped away. Jace should have stepped away. This was hardly proper.

“You and my husband share the strangest bond,” You pointed out, “One I’ve seldom seen between men.”

The statement was a question you didn’t need to pose. Jace hummed, raising his eyebrows. Goading. Expecting. His hand had found its way into your cloak, fingerpads brushing your wool dress.

“Is this an accusation, my lady?” His low tone held no malice, hand tightened against your hip. The rise and fall of his chest pressed up against your back told you everything you needed to know. He wanted this as much as you did.

“Not in the slightest, my prince,” A third time, you shook your head, slower. More deliberate. Using the movement to brush the tip of your nose against his. A small smile graced his pretty lips, lips now so close to yours anyone from afar would immediately think the worst of Lady Stark and The Prince of Dragonstone. 

His nose pressed harder into yours. The hand over yours, now at your side, burning where he touched. His other hand, lingering just below your breast. Your mouth tipped open, nearly trembling with anticipation. Every second grew infinite.

“No?” Jace murmured, eyes trained on your parted lips, “What should I take it for, then?” 

He dragged a finger across your wedding band. You felt your mouth go dry.

An invitation, you wanted to say. A door I want you to open.

He would have kissed you. Or you would have kissed him. Someone would have stumbled in the next few seconds, you knew it to be true. Your blood was running too hot and the pupils of his dark eyes were too dilated. You were two objects in unstoppable movement in the direct line of each other’s fire. The collision would have been inevitable and ruinous and you would have welcomed it with open arms.

But then Vermax’s head snapped up, grunting at something behind you. Jace, feeling his dragon’s altered state, split from you. You jumped at both of their movements, perfectly in sync with each other. And when the you both turned, your eyes landed on one of your guards lingering in the doorway, looking incredibly uncomfortable at the entire ordeal. 

“Y-your grace. Lady Stark,” He said, “Lord Cregan has returned.”

You cleared your throat a little too loudly, hands smoothing out your dress. At your side, the prince clasped his hands behind his back. He clenched his jaw, and any hint of his playfulness was gone. 

“Yes... Yes, of course,” You sighed, heart pounding, “Thank you, Ser Justin.”

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