gcldie

₊✧ a soul that’s born in cold and rain knows sunlight ₊˚✧

[gcldie]

Get to know me!!

Hello, hello!! I’m gcldie, she/her, 20, 🇬🇧 based, a student = inconsistent upload schedule :P, not active anymore on ao3 but you can still follow me!! — yeahcuzynot

Feeling a little homesick as an expat in the uk but we thug it out.

Current music obsession — i knew it, i knew you • taylor swift

Current tv show obsession — love island

Currently craving — a piña colada at the beach

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[milkvetch114]

—𓏲𑁘 Damian yachting with his ridiculously spoiled wife

The Italian coast glittered around you. The sun turning the white cliffs and water to diamonds.

The sea was impossibly blue, bright enough to burn through your closed eyelids. You had melted bonelessly into the vinyl cushions at the bow with no intention of moving. Not from the overwhelming heat. The sun was warming its way through your skin to the marrow of you, turning your body loose and golden and heavy.

You were too hot. Overheated, definitely. Your breathing had gone shallow from it.

But it felt so good.

Eventually, you would roll off the side of the anchored yacht like some dramatic, half-dead thing and crash into the water to cool yourself down.

For now, you were content to sun like a spoiled lizard.

Till a shadow fell over you.

You did not open your eyes.

“You’re going to burn,” Damian said. “When’s the last time you applied sunscreen or drank water?”

“Mm.”

There was a disapproving sound above you. A click of his tongue. The sound your long-suffering husband always made when you were being unreasonable on purpose.

Then his hands were on you.

You whined, immediately going limp in protest. “Nooo, ’m all sweaty.”

He ignored you, of course. Gathered you to him with appalling ease, as if you were not a grown woman but some indignant cat. You made yourself dead weight just to be difficult, and he handled you anyway. He settled against the cushioned backrest and arranged you so you were lying atop him, front to his bare chest. His heartbeat slow under your squished cheek.

You huffed but made no attempt to move.

He tugged the strings of your bikini top, tossing the pesky thing away so he could run his broad hand lazily up and down the length of your spine uninterrupted.

“Open, beloved.”

You opened your mouth without opening your eyes to see what it was.

Blood orange burst over your tongue, sharply sweet and cold. Juice ran down the corner of your mouth before you could catch it.

Damian simply ducked his head, licking the red trail clean for you.

“Greedy,” you mumbled. Your eyes opened halfway to look up at him.

“My wife makes restraint difficult.” He placed another slice between his teeth and leaned close enough to make you lift your head for it. You took it from his mouth, licking your lips.  

You inspected the plate that sat beside you. Washed fruit, cut neat and pretty because he had no capacity to do anything carelessly. “Cherries next.” You demanded, because you had him wrapped around your finger and you both knew it.

And next came black cherries, dark and glossy as polished stones and already pitted. He hand-fed them to you one by one, letting your lips brush his fingertips every time. Crisp pears, cold and pale. Then blood orange again, peeled and segmented, ruby-bright and dripping between his fingers. He ate what you did not, had you lick the juice from his now sticky fingers, and kept his other possessive hand spread across the bare, sun-hot skin of your back.

Waves licked at the sides of the yacht and the whole world smelled like salt, sweat, citrus, and him.

You were still too hot. Still drowsy with it. Half-planning your escape to slip into the water.

But Damian’s chest rose and fell beneath you, steady and hot. His mouth pressed once to the crown of your head. His muscular arms wrapped around you, as if he had all the time in the world to keep you exactly where he wanted you.

So, you closed your eyes again.

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[gcldie]

just read the most delicious, disgusting, vile, horny modern au!daemyra fic on ao3 and GOOD LAWRD I NEED MORE

[gcldie]

Make me feel like I am human — Jacaerys Velaryon

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The duties of the future heir weigh heavy on Jace’s shoulders.

The desperation to be the perfect prince, to make up for what the realm considers his deficiencies, to be the steady pillar that ought to follow his mother’s rule, all act as a constant reminder to Jace of his precarious position in life.

Jacaerys sometimes wonders if drowning would feel all too different from the heaviness he feels in his chest, the lack of air that makes him feel trapped.

The tomes of Valyrian histories, written in his mother tongue litter the wooden table before him.

The candles burns low, forcing the young prince to squint, eyes growing blurry as he fights against the heavy hold of sleep.

The words before him blur together, stories of Aegon’s conquest swimming in his mind.

The library is quiet, safe for the sound of the wind, the stained glass squeaking from the strain of keeping the cold out.

Jace is close to nodding off again, soft footsteps against the cobblestone rousing him from sleep.

The dark cloak weighs heavy against your frame, the candle in your hand lighting the way only a few steps ahead.

But you don’t need to see clearly to find Jace, having danced through this sequence many times before.

The door creaks under the pressure of your palm, as you push into the library.

Jace’s head lifts from his palm, eyes finding your figure instantly.

“You are awake.” He notes, voice tired, heavy with a pain you’re desperate to ease.

“As are you.” You smile kindly, nearing the table he’s spread his books over. “Yet again.”

Jace’s lips twitch, recognising the familiar tone of judgement you inherited from your mother.

“I have to study.” He says, fighting back a yawn.

Your laugh echoes softly through the room, bouncing off the walls until it cements itself in Jace’s memory.

“You have done enough studying for tonight, no?”

You reach for him when you’re near enough to touch, fingers threading through his dark curls, as he leans into your touch.

“There is no such thing as enough studying.” His voice is soft as he looks up at you, brown eyes painted almost black in the dim light.

“Spoken like a true prince.” You smile down at him, leaning against the edge of the wooden table. “What are you reading about tonight?”

You look back at the old book, eyes scanning over High Valyrian text.

“Aegon’s conquest.” Jace says, resting his head over the cloak, against your stomach.

“Ah.” Your tongue clicks. “And what have you learnt?”

He sighs.

“That my Valyrian is not as good as I had hoped.”

The giggle that rips from your throat rings loud and true in the quiet space and Jace cannot help the satisfaction that fills his chest at the sound.

“That simply cannot be true.” Your voice deepens as your mother tongue slips from your mouth. “You speak it so fluently.”

“I know enough to converse with you, sweet girl.” He says, looking up at you again.

“That is more than enough for me, my prince.” Your hand slips down to his neck, pulling his head back as you lower your own face, lips meeting his softly.

Jace sighs against your lips, hands slipping through the opening of your cloak and finding their rightful place over the dips of your waist.

It takes you longer than you’d anticipated to pull back, the taste of him intoxicating.

Jace barely gives you time to recover from the kiss, before he’s pulling you down, sitting you atop his lap.

Your laughter is muffled by his hair as he buries his face into the crook of your throat, nose brushing against the soft skin.

“We ought to go to bed.” You muse as your fingers slip into his hair, scratching his scalp.

“I need to read.”

“You are half asleep.” You say, pulling at his hair softly.

Jace just hums against your skin.

“Still need to read.”

Your annoyed breath tangles in his hair, his long fingers slipping down to your covered thigh, gripping you through the light fabric of your nightgown.

“You can read on the morrow, when there is light and you are not fighting sleep on every page.”

He doesn’t answer.

You try to fight the shudder the passes through you when his lips move against the sensitive skin of your throat, the action performed half-consciously by the dark haired prince.

“You smell wonderful.” His voice is rough to your ears, lips kissing up the column of your throat.

“Yes, I bathe. Unlike some people.” He huffs a laugh against you, hand slipping from your back up your spine until it tangles in your hair.

“I bathe.” He protests weakly.

“Once a moon, mayhaps.”

You swallow the sound that tries to leave your lips when he tugs at your hair lightly.

You pull back from him and try not to laugh at his whiny sound of protest.

“Come to bed.” Your palm rests against his pale cheek, thumb stroking the alabaster skin.

“Soon.” He leans into your touch without thought.

“Now.” You try to make your voice stern, exhaustion fighting with your resolve.

Jace looks down at his books, ready to protest again.

You lean down, lips brushing his softly first before kissing him properly.

He hums softly against your lips, as both your hands caress his face.

Jace’s grip on you tightens, pulling you closer until your chests are pressed tightly against one another, breathing each other’s air.

His hand in your hair slips down to your neck, angling your head so he can kiss you more comfortably, tongue lapping at your lips until your mouth parts, inviting him in.

His tongue is hot in your mouth, the dragon blood that courses through his veins evident in every part of him.

You sigh against his mouth, lips moving in tandem with his until the threat of suffocation grows too serious and you’re forced to part.

His breath is hot against your skin, the rapid rise and fall of his chest matching your own.

“Come back with me.” High Valyrian slips through your lips again. “Come to bed, my love.”

Jace looks down at his books and looks back up at your pleading gaze.

“One more kiss.” He all but whispers to you, the language heavy and ancient against his tongue. “One more kiss and I’ll come.”

You sigh in mock-exasperation and cannot help the love that spreads beneath your ribs when he smiles, eyes creasing at the action.

“One more.” You warn and Jace nods before covering your lips with his, hand slipping into your hair again.

His mouth is hot and heavy against yours, kiss filled with a passion Jace thought his exhaustion had dulled within him.

Your hands grip his face tighter, pulling him closer until all he can feel and smell and see is you, you, you.

His tongue laps at yours again, teeth scraping against the softness of your lips.

You shudder under his touch, fingers slipping into his hair to pull softly at the curls.

You swallow the quiet moan that falls from Jace’s mouth at the action, noses bumping against one another.

The stubble that grows over his jaw grazes the pads of your fingers, tickling the skin there when your grip on his face tightens.

You hadn’t realised just how much you missed the feeling of his skin against yours, as Jace’s duties doubled and responsibilities began weighing heavier.

His hand tightens over your thigh, pulling you so close, you can feel his heart beat in tandem with yours.

“I have missed you.” His voice is soft and deep, the words falling from his mouth between the kisses he peppers against the skin of your face.

“And I, you.” He hums against you, lips closing over your jaw, sucking at the skin there.

“You are right.” He says, placing a kiss to the edge of your mouth. “We ought to go to bed.”

You smile down at him, big brown eyes looking up at you.

Jace pays little mind to the books scattered across the wooden places as he blows out the candle, hand holding tightly onto yours.

The heavy doors of the library close behind him as you lead him out into the familiar halls of Dragonstone.

The walk to your chambers is short and when the doors open, the dimly lit candles drenching you in an elysian light, Jace feels, for once, free of every responsibility, his only purpose in life — keeping you content and by his side.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

yes, i did google the proper use of the em dash, so what 🤨

[gcldie]

Make me feel like I am human — Jacaerys Velaryon

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

The duties of the future heir weigh heavy on Jace’s shoulders.

The desperation to be the perfect prince, to make up for what the realm considers his deficiencies, to be the steady pillar that ought to follow his mother’s rule, all act as a constant reminder to Jace of his precarious position in life.

Jacaerys sometimes wonders if drowning would feel all too different from the heaviness he feels in his chest, the lack of air that makes him feel trapped.

The tomes of Valyrian histories, written in his mother tongue litter the wooden table before him.

The candles burns low, forcing the young prince to squint, eyes growing blurry as he fights against the heavy hold of sleep.

The words before him blur together, stories of Aegon’s conquest swimming in his mind.

The library is quiet, save for the sound of the wind, the stained glass squeaking from the strain of keeping the cold out.

Jace is close to nodding off again, soft footsteps against the cobblestone rousing him from sleep.

The dark cloak weighs heavy against your frame, the candle in your hand lighting the way only a few steps ahead.

But you don’t need to see clearly to find Jace, having danced through this sequence many times before.

The door creaks under the pressure of your palm, as you push into the library.

Jace’s head lifts from his palm, eyes finding your figure instantly.

“You are awake.” He notes, voice tired, heavy with a pain you’re desperate to ease.

“As are you.” You smile kindly, nearing the table he’s spread his books over. “Yet again.”

Jace’s lips twitch, recognising the familiar tone of judgement you inherited from your mother.

“I have to study.” He says, fighting back a yawn.

Your laugh echoes softly through the room, bouncing off the walls until it cements itself in Jace’s memory.

“You have done enough studying for tonight, no?”

You reach for him when you’re near enough to touch, fingers threading through his dark curls, as he leans into your touch.

“There is no such thing as enough studying.” His voice is soft as he looks up at you, brown eyes painted almost black in the dim light.

“Spoken like a true prince.” You smile down at him, leaning against the edge of the wooden table. “What are you reading about tonight?”

You look back at the old book, eyes scanning over High Valyrian text.

“Aegon’s conquest.” Jace says, resting his head over the cloak, against your stomach.

“Ah.” Your tongue clicks. “And what have you learnt?”

He sighs.

“That my Valyrian is not as good as I had hoped.”

The giggle that rips from your throat rings loud and true in the quiet space and Jace cannot help the satisfaction that fills his chest at the sound.

“That simply cannot be true.” Your voice deepens as your mother tongue slips from your mouth. “You speak it so fluently.”

“I know enough to converse with you, sweet girl.” He says, looking up at you again.

“That is more than enough for me, my prince.” Your hand slips down to his neck, pulling his head back as you lower your own face, lips meeting his softly.

Jace sighs against your lips, hands slipping through the opening of your cloak and finding their rightful place over the dips of your waist.

It takes you longer than you’d anticipated to pull back, the taste of him intoxicating.

Jace barely gives you time to recover from the kiss, before he’s pulling you down, sitting you atop his lap.

Your laughter is muffled by his hair as he buries his face into the crook of your throat, nose brushing against the soft skin.

“We ought to go to bed.” You muse as your fingers slip into his hair, scratching his scalp.

“I need to read.”

“You are half asleep.” You say, pulling at his hair softly.

Jace just hums against your skin.

“Still need to read.”

Your annoyed breath tangles in his hair, his long fingers slipping down to your covered thigh, gripping you through the light fabric of your nightgown.

“You can read on the morrow, when there is light and you are not fighting sleep on every page.”

He doesn’t answer.

You try to fight the shudder the passes through you when his lips move against the sensitive skin of your throat, the action performed half-consciously by the dark haired prince.

“You smell wonderful.” His voice is rough to your ears, lips kissing up the column of your throat.

“Yes, I bathe. Unlike some people.” He huffs a laugh against you, hand slipping from your back up your spine until it tangles in your hair.

“I bathe.” He protests weakly.

“Once a moon, mayhaps.”

You swallow the sound that tries to leave your lips when he tugs at your hair lightly.

You pull back from him and try not to laugh at his whiny sound of protest.

“Come to bed.” Your palm rests against his pale cheek, thumb stroking the alabaster skin.

“Soon.” He leans into your touch without thought.

“Now.” You try to make your voice stern, exhaustion fighting with your resolve.

Jace looks down at his books, ready to protest again.

You lean down, lips brushing his softly first before kissing him properly.

He hums softly against your lips, as both your hands caress his face.

Jace’s grip on you tightens, pulling you closer until your chests are pressed tightly against one another, breathing each other’s air.

His hand in your hair slips down to your neck, angling your head so he can kiss you more comfortably, tongue lapping at your lips until your mouth parts, inviting him in.

His tongue is hot in your mouth, the dragon blood that courses through his veins evident in every part of him.

You sigh against his mouth, lips moving in tandem with his until the threat of suffocation grows too serious and you’re forced to part.

His breath is hot against your skin, the rapid rise and fall of his chest matching your own.

“Come back with me.” High Valyrian slips through your lips again. “Come to bed, my love.”

Jace looks down at his books and looks back up at your pleading gaze.

“One more kiss.” He all but whispers to you, the language heavy and ancient against his tongue. “One more kiss and I’ll come.”

You sigh in mock-exasperation and cannot help the love that spreads beneath your ribs when he smiles, eyes creasing at the action.

“One more.” You warn and Jace nods before covering your lips with his, hand slipping into your hair again.

His mouth is hot and heavy against yours, kiss filled with a passion Jace thought his exhaustion had dulled within him.

Your hands grip his face tighter, pulling him closer until all he can feel and smell and see is you, you, you.

His tongue laps at yours again, teeth scraping against the softness of your lips.

You shudder under his touch, fingers slipping into his hair to pull softly at the curls.

You swallow the quiet moan that falls from Jace’s mouth at the action, noses bumping against one another.

The stubble that grows over his jaw grazes the pads of your fingers, tickling the skin there when your grip on his face tightens.

You hadn’t realised just how much you missed the feeling of his skin against yours, as Jace’s duties doubled and responsibilities began weighing heavier.

His hand tightens over your thigh, pulling you so close, you can feel his heart beat in tandem with yours.

“I have missed you.” His voice is soft and deep, the words falling from his mouth between the kisses he peppers against the skin of your face.

“And I, you.” He hums against you, lips closing over your jaw, sucking at the skin there.

“You are right.” He says, placing a kiss to the edge of your mouth. “We ought to go to bed.”

You smile down at him, big brown eyes looking up at you.

Jace pays little mind to the books scattered across the wooden places as he blows out the candle, hand holding tightly onto yours.

The heavy doors of the library close behind him as you lead him out into the familiar halls of Dragonstone.

The walk to your chambers is short and when the doors open, the dimly lit candles drenching you in an elysian light, Jace feels, for once, free of every responsibility, his only purpose in life — keeping you content and by his side.

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yes, i did google the proper use of the em dash, so what 🤨

[agatha-grc]

Damian Wayne as your boyfriend :

bf!damian wayne who refuses to let you go when you hug him from behind, subtly leaning his head back against your shoulder.

bf!damian wayne who secretly reads all your favorite books and mangas just so he can casually bring up your favorite characters in conversation.

bf!damian wayne who makes sure to always protect you from paparazzi and haters.

bf!damian wayne who absolutely despises video games but mastered "Mobile Legends" in a single weekend because he saw how much fun you had playing it.

bf!damian wayne who constantly refuses to let you pay for anything no matter the price, claiming that you need to save your money for less 'frivolous' things.

bf!damian wayne who mentions you in the rare, private letters he sends to his mother, making sure she knows you are under his absolute protection.

bf!damian wayne who becomes unusually protective and grows a bit when you meet Bruce and his chaotic brothers for the first time.

bf!damian wayne who secretly loves it when you brush or run your fingers through his hair, even if he complains the whole time that you're ruining his hairstyle.

bf!damian wayne who gently cups your face or hooks his finger under your chin to make sure you're looking right at him when he talks to you.

bf!damian wayne who trains twice as hard every single day just to guarantee he can always keep you safe before himself.

bf!damian wayne who acts like he hates crowded places but gladly spends hours with you on quiet museum and bookstore dates.

bf!damian wayne who commands Alfred the cat (or his dog, Titus) to sit by your side and keep you company whenever you have a rough day.

bf!damian wayne who wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you close to his chest, even if he insists he hates physical contact

bf!damian wayne who will help you study for your exams after you’ve begged him for hours.

bf!damian wayne who is a man and not a baby, so stop treating him like a baby !!!

Taglist : @starrydustedwinter @sunshine740

[gcldie]

vampire!aerion headcanons

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vampire!aerion who can hear the exact change in your heartbeat when his teeth graze the column of your throat.

vampire!aerion whose mind gets hazy when he hears you gasp as his teeth sink into your skin.

vampire!aerion who feels himself getting hard when your head lolls back from ecstasy, gaze hazy from the blood loss.

vampire!aerion who wraps his hand around the side of your throat, tilting your head back further so he can suck at your blood more comfortably.

vampire!aerion who doesn’t miss the throaty whimper that leaves your mouth when his teeth sink in further, canines drawing dangerously close toward your arteries.

vampire!aerion who shivers in pleasure when your fingers slip into his hair, tugging at the silver ends when his grip on your throat gets tighter.

vampire!aerion who smiles against your skin when your hips grind against his, as you’re perched upon his lap.

vampire!aerion who doesn’t stop you when your fingers rake down the bare porcelain skin of his back.

vampire!aerion who moans in satisfaction when he feels rivulets of blood run down his back as remnants of his skin gather under your fingernails.

vampire!aerion who doesn’t stop sucking your blood even as he sinks into you, being welcomed by the warmth and tightness of your cunt.

vampire!aerion who grinds his hips against yours, timing his thrusts so the mushroom tip of his dick meets your gooey spot at the same time as your blood rushes into his mouth.

vampire!aerion who lays you down, planting his knees between your thighs, spreading you until your whimpers of pain mix into moans of pleasure.

vampire!aerion who shivers when you clench around him, fingers tugging on his silver ends, voice wrecked and still begging for more.

vampire!aerion who cums quickly, hips not stopping their movements until pleasure starts fading into overstimulation.

vampire!aerion who moans when he feels the warmth of your blood paint his chin, as you rut against him until you’re screaming, nails digging into his pearly shoulders until they leave crescent marks on his skin.

vampire!aerion who finally draws back from you, sitting back as he watches you, panting and dizzy beneath him.

vampire!aerion who fights the moan that tries to slip from his mouth at the sight before him, your hair fanned out across his silk pillowcases, drying blood rubbed into the expanse of your throat, your eyes, hazy but satisfied, looking up at him as you fight the heavy grip of sleep, lips drawn apart in quiet huffs.

vampire!aerion who lays on top of you, mouth wrapping around your tits, teeth scraping against your nipples until his hot tongue circles them again and again as you moan tiredly.

vampire!aerion whose hold never falters, even as you fall into sleep.

vampire!aerion who hums in satisfaction when your chest is covered in your own blood, the colour painting your skin.

vampire!aerion who lies down next to you, fingers tracing the column of your throat as he admires the many bite marks that litter your skin

vampire!aerion who buries his face into the crook of your neck, his hold on your waist tightening.

vampire!aerion who falls asleep basically on top of you, legs slotted between yours, breaths matching the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest.

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save me, vampire!aerion, save me

[gcldie]

vampire!aerion headcanons

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vampire!aerion who can hear the exact change in your heartbeat when his teeth graze the column of your throat.

vampire!aerion whose mind gets hazy when he hears you gasp as his teeth sink into your skin.

vampire!aerion who feels himself getting hard when your head lolls back from ecstasy, gaze hazy from the blood loss.

vampire!aerion who wraps his hand around the side of your throat, tilting your head back further so he can suck at your blood more comfortably.

vampire!aerion who doesn’t miss the throaty whimper that leaves your mouth when his teeth sink in further, canines drawing dangerously close toward your artery.

vampire!aerion who shivers in pleasure when your fingers slip into his hair, tugging at the silver ends when his grip on your throat gets tighter.

vampire!aerion who smiles against your skin when your hips grind against his, as you’re perched upon his lap.

vampire!aerion who doesn’t stop you when your fingers rake down the bare porcelain skin of his back.

vampire!aerion who moans in satisfaction when he feels rivulets of blood run down his back as remnants of his skin gather under your fingernails.

vampire!aerion who doesn’t stop sucking your blood even as he sinks into you, being welcomed by the warmth and tightness of your cunt.

vampire!aerion who grinds his hips against yours, timing his thrusts so the mushroom tip of his dick meets your gooey spot at the same time as your blood rushes into his mouth.

vampire!aerion who lays you down, planting his knees between your thighs, spreading you until your whimpers of pain mix into moans of pleasure.

vampire!aerion who shivers when you clench around him, fingers tugging on his silver ends, voice wrecked and still begging for more.

vampire!aerion who cums quickly, hips not stopping their movements until pleasure starts fading into overstimulation.

vampire!aerion who moans when he feels the warmth of your blood paint his chin, as you rut against him until you’re screaming, nails digging into his pearly shoulders until they leave crescent marks on his skin.

vampire!aerion who finally draws back from you, sitting back as he watches you, panting and dizzy beneath him.

vampire!aerion who fights the moan that tries to slip from his mouth at the sight before him, your hair fanned out across his silk pillowcases, drying blood rubbed into the expanse of your throat, your eyes, hazy but satisfied, looking up at him as you fight the heavy grip of sleep, lips drawn apart in quiet huffs.

vampire!aerion who lays on top of you, mouth wrapping around your tits, teeth scraping against your nipples until his hot tongue circles them again and again as you moan tiredly.

vampire!aerion whose hold never falters, even as you fall into sleep.

vampire!aerion who hums in satisfaction when your chest is covered in your own blood, the colour painting your skin.

vampire!aerion who lies down next to you, fingers tracing the column of your throat as he admires the many bite marks that litter your skin

vampire!aerion who buries his face into the crook of your neck, his hold on your waist tightening.

vampire!aerion who falls asleep basically on top of you, legs slotted between yours, breaths matching the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest.

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save me, vampire!aerion, save me

[sweetplea]

aerion “why did you stop?” targaryen

like when you’re playing with his hair. late at night, in your chambers—

your fingers root themselves into the white, almost silver strands delicately. as if you’re afraid he’ll run if you rush into it. you wait until he completely melts on top of you to gently drag your nails over his scalp. his face presses into your chest, nestled between your breasts and nosing at your sternum like he’s been reduced to basic instincts. he seeks out more of your touch once your hand stills. he needs your nails teasing him in the softest ways, he needs your fingers twisting and tugging at his hair in a manner that comforts him. a whine crawls up his throat, raspy and unguarded. your other hand raises, just so you can swipe your thumb over where his brows furrow in the middle. his lashes flutter in response, his lips move— “why did you stop?”

or when you’re kissing him. somewhere you shouldn’t be at all—

the stone is cold against your back. aerion’s hands are traveling everywhere and anywhere he can manage. squeezing your waist beneath his palms, rubbing your hips, even daring to grab your ass through your silk and linen. you gasp quietly against his lips, eyes falling shut as you realize your prince is feeling you up in an abandoned hall. you can hear footsteps. they’re faint but present enough to coax you to turn your head as if that helps by any means. your lips are already kiss swollen, you’re already struggling to keep up. and his own remain connected to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek. they’re murmuring against your skin— “why did you stop?”

especially when you’re in his lap. in the bath, after a long day of duties and requirements—

the warm water has you hazy and aerion needy as you settle against him, sinking down until you feel complete again. you both release a broken breath, sticky foreheads pressed together and lips slick with shared saliva. his nails bite at your hips under the water, the sting is dull but there’s more than enough pressure to leave small indents behind as he urges you to rock your hips. once, and then twice, despite your trembling and the way you smush your cheek against his shoulder. you still, huffing out another breath. your hands rest on his chest for a second and he grabs them, thumbs pressing into your palms and rubbing in little circles. he hisses— “why did you stop?”

[gcldie]

This was delicious omg

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💭 thinking about Husband!Aerion who likes biting his pretty wife a little too much ᝰ.ᐟ nasty thots 18+

When Aerion first bit you, you had hit him out of pure reflex, right across the cheek, hard enough for his skin to pinken and sting under your palm, enough for him to gasp and pull away from your mouth with a glare.

“You hit me. You hit your husband. Your king,” he had all but gawped, staring dead into your eyes.

“Yes, because you bit me, Aerion. You drew blood.”

Your retort had only brought a smirk to his face, smug and sardonic and when he reached a hand up to your mouth, it was not to soothe but rather to press his thumb against your bottom lip and smear the blood across your chin in pure awe.

Since then, he’s been a terror, like an untrained puppy who nips and chews on anything it can get its canines on.

When you try to fix his hair in the mornings, he tries to nip at your fingers. When he’s bored, he’ll lean in and bite your cheek and jaw without a care who’s watching and in bed? Well, he’ll sink his teeth into every beautiful inch of you.

You’d try to push him away when his teeth dig into your skin a little too hard, your hands squishing up against his face, but it’s a fruitless endeavour because gods, he’s relentless— his hands pinning yours into the pillows, his hips pressed firmly to your own, grinding against you clumsily.

“Don’t push me away,” he whines, the petulant creature he was, his breath hot against your jaw, “just one more, right here… my sweet wife, for me? Please?”

His favourite place to bite is your thighs and hips. He loves to see his teeth marks as you ride him, loves pressing his fingers against the bruises when you're on top of him, just to watch your rhythm falter and feel your cunt clench around his cock.

It’s a sick fascination he gets, watching the way your soft skin moulds under the shape of his teeth. He’s obsessed with the marks he leaves, the bruises and aches that bloom after— he adores watching you wince when you sit down or walk the halls, the hitch of your breath and the subtle furrow of your brows.

What thrills him the most, though, is when you snap, pulling him back by his white hair or grabbing his jaw tightly to wring him away from you— his lips all kiss-bitten and shiny, pupils blown. Nothing turns him on more than watching you lose your patience that you normally hide behind politeness.

“You’re a leech, Aerion.” You seethe, and your stern tone makes him dizzy, the sick man he was. “I told you not near my neck… as if people don’t already talk enough.”

“If you think I care about what people say… then you’ve sorely misjudged me, wife,” he boasts pridefully, turning his head to nip at the inside of your wrist. “Besides, was it not you who told me to pay no mind to the opinions of those whom are beneath us?”

The smugness of him irks you in ways you’ve never thought possible. He’s an untameable beast, and when he ducks his head to kiss at your neck, all slow and open-mouthed, almost apologetic if it were anyone but him, you know he’s got you right where he wants. “I’d eat you alive if I could, my sweet wife,” he whispers, nipping at your earlobe, and you think he just might.

AN: I finally got around to watching this show and now Vampire!Aerion is all I think about these days smh 😔

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Celebration — Valarr Targaryen

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His mouth is heavy against yours, hot breaths fanning over your lips as Valarr’s fingers slip into your hair.

You can still smell the petrol on him, can still feel how sticky his skin is under the layer of champagne poured over him in celebration.

He laughs in your mouth as you fight your own giggle when the two of you stumble, the backs of your knees hitting the edge of the mattress.

“You did so well today, pretty.” Your voice is soft as you sit down, Valarr’s lips following yours as he stands over you.

A red flush paints his skin, as he tries to hide the bashful smile.

He follows you when you lay down, knees pressed into the mattress between your thighs, lips soft in their caress of your skin.

Your heartbeat thunders against your skin and Valarr can’t help the self-satisfied smile as his thumb traces soft circles over your pulse point.

He spreads his knees, placing them beneath your thighs, stretching you until you’re fully spread before him, the hem of your skirt riding up your skin.

When he leans down, laying his chest on top of yours, you feel the weight of him against you, hard and long against your thigh.

“I looked for you.” He says in between kisses. “When I got out of the car, I looked for you.”

You nod against him.

“I know. I saw, but I was in the paddock.” He grumbles quietly. “Didn’t wanna interrupt your celebration.”

He parts from you as you protest.

“Where are you going?”

“You wouldn’t be interrupting.” His mismatched eyes search your face. “I want you there. Always.” His voice is so certain, you can’t fight the smile that stretches across your lips.

Your hands wrap around the nape of his neck, pulling him down until his lips meet yours.

“Alright.” You say against his mouth. “I’ll be there. Always.”

The look in your eyes is dreamy when Valarr looks down at you.

You gasp when he grind his hips against yours, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

His fingers push your skirt up until it’s bunched up around your waist.

The pads of his fingers are a welcome feeling as your wetness seeps through your panties.

“Fuck, look at you.” His voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you arch against him when he presses a finger against your covered slit.

His fingers dip, the fabric of your panties dragging against your clit as the pads of his fingers inch closer and closer toward your cunt over the fabric.

Your moans are heaven to his ears.

His thumb presses on your clit, applying pressure in the way he knows you love, and you have to fight the urge to grind your hips against hand.

You can feel him grinding against your thigh, quiet whimpers leaving his mouth as his lips drag against the column of your throat.

His thumb keeps circling your clit, fingers pressing deeper into you until you feel the fabric drag against the lips of your pussy.

“You’re soaked.” His voice is a wreck and you can’t help but moaning at the sound of it.

“Inside, please.” You hand slips into his hair, tugging to emphasise your point.

Valarr laughs against your skin, the sound low and deep.

“Whatever you want, sweet girl.”

Suddenly his fingers retreat, hooking under the hem of your panties and pushing them to the side.

A whimper rips from your throat when his middle finger dips inside your slit, inching slowly into you until his knuckle meets your skin.

Valarr can’t fight the high that clouds his mind when you start trembling beneath him as his finger curls inside you, nail scratching softly against the spongy spot that drives you nuts.

“Does that feel good?” You can’t tell if he’s genuinely asking or mocking the fact that grinding against his hand like a dog in heat, but you nod anyway, a moan ripping from your throat when he suddenly pushes in another finger.

His mouth is on your throat again as his fingers work in and out of you, thumb circling your clit.

His fingers part when they’re inside you, stretching you open until you’re writhing under him, his weight the only thing keeping you pinned.

“Shhh, I know it feels good, sweet girl, I know.” His voice is breathy against your ear.

He rolls the lobe between his teeth, pulling softly on it when his fingers curl against that spot again.

Your fingers clutch around his bicep, nails digging into the skin and Valarr can’t help the goosebumps that break out on his skin from the pain.

“‘m close.” You whine, grinding against his hand again, clutching onto him like he’s your only lifeline.

Valarr’s lips wrap around the soft skin of your throat, sucking softly as he continues, his fingers drawing in and out of you, the sound sticky from your arousal.

He hums against your skin when you moan again, curling his fingers and pressing his thumb onto your clit again until the edges of your vision start to go white, moans and babbles of more and yes falling from your mouth.

Valarr doesn’t stop until you’ve ridden out your high, hips still grinding against your thigh as moans escape his pretty lips.

“I want you on top.” He says after your breathing’s evened out, not waiting for your response before he’s flipping both of you over.

The sight of you on top of him, blissfully fucked out, skirt pooled at your waist, and hair a mess, almost has him finishing on the spot, but then you’re throwing your panties on the side, moving to take your skirt off, before he stops you.

“That stays on.”

You grin is wicked but you comply, ridding yourself of your top and bra and you’re bare, safe for the skirt, on top of him.

“Take it off.” You say, looking down at his suit and he obliges, eyes reverent as you help slide the fabric over his shoulders.

His shirt comes off next, then his pants and then his boxers before he’s laying bare beneath you, rock hard and leaking.

The sight before you takes your breath away.

Valarr’s skin is flushed an angry red, tip leaking precum as his lashes flutter every time he looks at you.

You smile, leaning down until your lips meet his.

Your hand wraps around him, guiding his tip until it’s rubbing at the lips of your slit.

He whines into your mouth and you oblige, sinking down as appreciative moans fall from his lips.

He is hard and rigid inside you as you take one inch after the other, the feeling of fullness causing you to moan into his mouth.

Valarr’s hands settle on the dips of your waist, the weight encouraging but never pushing.

It takes a second until he’s fully nestled inside, but you draw back when he is, placing your palms on the muscle of his chest, mouth open in quiet pleasure.

Valarr lets you take all the time you need, allowing you to adjust to being full but you can tell his patience is wearing thin, fingers digging into your skin unconsciously until you’re sure they form bruises he’ll spend the whole day apologising for.

You grind against him when you feel like you can breathe again.

The whine that falls from his lips is delicious and it encourages you to repeat the action.

Valarr’s grip tightens, muscles growing taut from not pushing your hips around the way he really wants to.

You lift your hips a little, the weight of him slipping from you until your ass meets his pelvic bone again.

His moan is a borderline whimper and you repeat the action again and again, each time drawing higher and higher until he’s almost slipping out of you and your hips are slamming down onto him.

Valarr’s fingers reach up, wrapping around your boob as his thumb circles your nipple, your hips never ceasing their movements.

His gaze is adoring when he looks at your face, head thrown back as your hair cascades down parallel to your spine, lost entirely to pleasure.

His other hand falls from your waist, pushing himself up until his mouth is wrapping around your nipple, teeth scraping softly against the soft flesh of your chest.

Your hand slips into his hair almost instinctively, fingers curling until you feel the vibration of his moan in your bones.

His hand settles on your waist again, helping your movements as you rise and fall on his dick.

His free hand is settling on the expanse of your back, fingers digging softly into the skin to bring you closer.

He can feel you clenching around him, can hear the moans that fall from your lips and can’t help it when his hips lift, meeting yours mid thrust until you’re screaming, fingers clutching his hair, shoving his face further into your skin.

Valarr grins against you, repeating the action until your thighs begin to burn, the stretch of the position causing pain in your hip joints.

Valarr knows it by now, can tell when the pain catches up to you over the adrenaline from the change in your pace.

Your moans turn into whines, pleasure and pain mixing until they forge, becoming inseparable.

That’s when Valarr’s hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you down, flush against him before flipping the two of you over.

“It’ll hurt less like this, my love.” His voice is a sweet caress against your ear and you can’t help but nod, thankful when his hips keep moving.

The sound of him slipping in and out of you almost echoes off the walls, your wetness making it easy for him to slip deep inside until he finds the spot that makes your vision go hazy.

Valarr can’t help the chuckle that escapes him when you cry out, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

He’s sure you’re branding him, that he’ll wake up with crescent marks on his pale skin, marks you’ll no doubt kiss away.

The thought of it makes him drive his dick faster into you, stretching your thighs apart until he decides to wrap an arm under one of them, hosting it over his forearm, stretching you open until you’re screaming his name.

The change in position has him hitting that gooey spot inside you.

Your voice feels raw against your throat, cunt clenching around him as his lips wrap around the column of your throat, sucking a purple bruise.

“More, please, more.” Your voice is a whine near his ear, wrecked and begging, until he obliges.

His knees plant harder against the mattress, the fabric dipping beneath his weight, until his balls are slapping harshly against your ass, mouth buried in the crook of your throat as your nails scratch his back.

The pleasure fades into pain and back again and you can tell you’re close, tugging at his hair until Valarr’s mouth meets yours, lips sloppy and wet against one another.

Your teeth bite into his lower lip, dragging it down as he moans into the air between you.

“‘m close, baby.” Your voice is wrecked, tears blurring the edges of your vision, but Valarr doesn’t stop, only nodding in acknowledgement as he picks up his pace.

He knows you’re close, because he’s close too, and he wouldn’t be half the gentleman his father raised him to be if he didn’t time your orgasms to make sure they align.

His hips never stop, fingers slipping between your bodies to paw at your clit.

And the pressure of him against your most sensitive part is all you need, because your vision is blurring before the words can even leave your mouth.

You’re clenching around him, cunt pulsing like it’s spelling out a thank you and it drives him off the edge, your fluttering hole the welcoming recipient of his cum.

He’s still pumping into you when you finally come to, calming down from the overwhelming orgasm.

You feel so full, the mix of the both of your wetness slipping out from your cunt until Valarr finally stops his movements, body falling over yours as he pants sweet praise into your ear.

His hips twitch a few times, your cunt fluttering around him until he’s whining from overstimulation.

He sits up, looking down at you with a smile on his face before slipping out.

The emptiness that follows is unnerving, as your body adjusts to the lack of him inside you.

You don’t have time to complain until he’s scooping up the mix of your release and shoving it gently back inside you, careful not to waste a single drop.

You moan at the feeling, head falling back as your eyes fall shut.

Valarr hums in satisfaction after a few minutes, before he moves off of you, laying down beside you.

His fingers are sticky with your release when they shape the slope of your nose and the curve of lips, motioning you to open before they slip inside the warmth of your mouth.

You don’t bother opening your eyes, tongue working on licking his fingers clean.

Valarr smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your temple when he draws his fingers back, looking down at the spit covered fingertips.

“We should do this more often.” He says, voice low and gentle against your ear, fingers sliding down the length of your torso.

You can’t help the laugh that rips from your throat, lips stretching into a big smile as you turn on your side, hiding your face in his chest.

“Tomorrow morning.” Yours is a soft promise against his skin and Valarr can’t help the love that bubbles beneath his ribs at the sound of it.

“Tomorrow morning, then.” His lips pressing against the top of your head is the last thing you notice before you fall into sleep.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

Use protection kids!!

Also he’s a freak :P

[gcldie]

Celebration — Valarr Targaryen

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

His mouth is heavy against yours, hot breaths fanning over your lips as Valarr’s fingers slip into your hair.

You can still smell the petrol on him, can still feel how sticky his skin is under the layer of champagne poured over him in celebration.

He laughs in your mouth as you fight your own giggle when the two of you stumble, the backs of your knees hitting the edge of the mattress.

“You did so well today, pretty.” Your voice is soft as you sit down, Valarr’s lips following yours as he stands over you.

A red flush paints his skin, as he tries to hide the bashful smile.

He follows you when you lay down, knees pressed into the mattress between your thighs, lips soft in their caress of your skin.

Your heartbeat thunders against your skin and Valarr can’t help the self-satisfied smile as his thumb traces soft circles over your pulse point.

He spreads his knees, placing them beneath your thighs, stretching you until you’re fully spread before him, the hem of your skirt riding up your skin.

When he leans down, laying his chest on top of yours, you feel the weight of him against you, hard and long against your thigh.

“I looked for you.” He says in between kisses. “When I got out of the car, I looked for you.”

You nod against him.

“I know. I saw, but I was in the paddock.” He grumbles quietly. “Didn’t wanna interrupt your celebration.”

He parts from you as you protest.

“Where are you going?”

“You wouldn’t be interrupting.” His mismatched eyes search your face. “I want you there. Always.” His voice is so certain, you can’t fight the smile that stretches across your lips.

Your hands wrap around the nape of his neck, pulling him down until his lips meet yours.

“Alright.” You say against his mouth. “I’ll be there. Always.”

The look in your eyes is dreamy when Valarr looks down at you.

You gasp when he grind his hips against yours, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

His fingers push your skirt up until it’s bunched up around your waist.

The pads of his fingers are a welcome feeling as your wetness seeps through your panties.

“Fuck, look at you.” His voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you arch against him when he presses a finger against your covered slit.

His fingers dip, the fabric of your panties dragging against your clit as the pads of his fingers inch closer and closer toward your cunt over the fabric.

Your moans are heaven to his ears.

His thumb presses on your clit, applying pressure in the way he knows you love, and you have to fight the urge to grind your hips against hand.

You can feel him grinding against your thigh, quiet whimpers leaving his mouth as his lips drag against the column of your throat.

His thumb keeps circling your clit, fingers pressing deeper into you until you feel the fabric drag against the lips of your pussy.

“You’re soaked.” His voice is a wreck and you can’t help but moan at the sound of it.

“Inside, please.” You hand slips into his hair, tugging to emphasise your point.

Valarr laughs against your skin, the sound low and deep.

“Whatever you want, sweet girl.”

Suddenly his fingers retreat, hooking under the hem of your panties and pushing them to the side.

A whimper rips from your throat when his middle finger dips inside your slit, inching slowly into you until his knuckle meets your skin.

Valarr can’t fight the high that clouds his mind when you start trembling beneath him as his finger curls inside you, nail scratching softly against the spongy spot that drives you nuts.

“Does that feel good?” You can’t tell if he’s genuinely asking or mocking the fact that grinding against his hand like a dog in heat, but you nod anyway, a moan ripping from your throat when he suddenly pushes in another finger.

His mouth is on your throat again as his fingers work in and out of you, thumb circling your clit.

His fingers part when they’re inside you, stretching you open until you’re writhing under him, his weight the only thing keeping you pinned.

“Shhh, I know it feels good, sweet girl, I know.” His voice is breathy against your ear.

He rolls the lobe between his teeth, pulling softly on it when his fingers curl against that spot again.

Your fingers clutch around his bicep, nails digging into the skin and Valarr can’t help the goosebumps that break out on his skin from the pain.

“‘m close.” You whine, grinding against his hand again, clutching onto him like he’s your only lifeline.

Valarr’s lips wrap around the soft skin of your throat, sucking softly as he continues, his fingers drawing in and out of you, the sound sticky from your arousal.

He hums against your skin when you moan again, curling his fingers and pressing his thumb onto your clit again until the edges of your vision start to go white, moans and babbles of more and yes falling from your mouth.

Valarr doesn’t stop until you’ve ridden out your high, hips still grinding against your thigh as moans escape his pretty lips.

“I want you on top.” He says after your breathing’s evened out, not waiting for your response before he’s flipping both of you over.

The sight of you on top of him, blissfully fucked out, skirt pooled at your waist, and hair a mess, almost has him finishing on the spot, but then you’re throwing your panties on the side, moving to take your skirt off, before he stops you.

“That stays on.”

You grin is wicked but you comply, ridding yourself of your top and bra and you’re bare, save for the skirt, on top of him.

“Take it off.” You say, looking down at his suit and he obliges, eyes reverent as you help slide the fabric over his shoulders.

His shirt comes off next, then his pants and then his boxers before he’s laying bare beneath you, rock hard and leaking.

The sight before you takes your breath away.

Valarr’s skin is flushed an angry red, tip leaking precum as his lashes flutter every time he looks at you.

You smile, leaning down until your lips meet his.

Your hand wraps around him, guiding his tip until it’s rubbing at the lips of your slit.

He whines into your mouth and you oblige, sinking down as appreciative moans fall from his lips.

He is hard and rigid inside you as you take one inch after the other, the feeling of fullness causing you to moan into his mouth.

Valarr’s hands settle on the dips of your waist, the weight encouraging but never pushing.

It takes a second until he’s fully nestled inside, but you draw back when he is, placing your palms on the muscle of his chest, mouth open in quiet pleasure.

Valarr lets you take all the time you need, allowing you to adjust to being full but you can tell his patience is wearing thin, fingers digging into your skin unconsciously until you’re sure they form bruises he’ll spend the whole day apologising for.

You grind against him when you feel like you can breathe again.

The whine that falls from his lips is delicious and it encourages you to repeat the action.

Valarr’s grip tightens, muscles growing taut from not pushing your hips around the way he really wants to.

You lift your hips a little, the weight of him slipping from you until your ass meets his pelvic bone again.

His moan is a borderline whimper and you repeat the action again and again, each time drawing higher and higher until he’s almost slipping out of you and your hips are slamming down onto him.

Valarr’s fingers reach up, wrapping around your boob as his thumb circles your nipple, your hips never ceasing their movements.

His gaze is adoring when he looks at your face, head thrown back as your hair cascades down parallel to your spine, lost entirely to pleasure.

His other hand falls from your waist, pushing himself up until his mouth is wrapping around your nipple, teeth scraping softly against the soft flesh of your chest.

Your hand slips into his hair almost instinctively, fingers curling until you feel the vibration of his moan in your bones.

His hand settles on your waist again, helping your movements as you rise and fall on his dick.

His free hand is settling on the expanse of your back, fingers digging softly into the skin to bring you closer.

He can feel you clenching around him, can hear the moans that fall from your lips and can’t help it when his hips lift, meeting yours mid thrust until you’re screaming, fingers clutching his hair, shoving his face further into your skin.

Valarr grins against you, repeating the action until your thighs begin to burn, the stretch of the position causing pain in your hip joints.

Valarr knows it by now, can tell when the pain catches up to you over the adrenaline from the change in your pace.

Your moans turn into whines, pleasure and pain mixing until they forge, becoming inseparable.

That’s when Valarr’s hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you down, flush against him before flipping the two of you over.

“It’ll hurt less like this, my love.” His voice is a sweet caress against your ear and you can’t help but nod, thankful when his hips keep moving.

The sound of him slipping in and out of you almost echoes off the walls, your wetness making it easy for him to slip deep inside until he finds the spot that makes your vision go hazy.

Valarr can’t help the chuckle that escapes him when you cry out, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

He’s sure you’re branding him, that he’ll wake up with crescent marks on his pale skin, marks you’ll no doubt kiss away.

The thought of it makes him drive his dick faster into you, stretching your thighs apart until he decides to wrap an arm under one of them, hosting it over his forearm, stretching you open until you’re screaming his name.

The change in position has him hitting that gooey spot inside you.

Your voice feels raw against your throat, cunt clenching around him as his lips wrap around the column of your throat, sucking a purple bruise.

“More, please, more.” Your voice is a whine near his ear, wrecked and begging, until he obliges.

His knees plant harder against the mattress, the fabric dipping beneath his weight, until his balls are slapping harshly against your ass, mouth buried in the crook of your throat as your nails scratch his back.

The pleasure fades into pain and back again and you can tell you’re close, tugging at his hair until Valarr’s mouth meets yours, lips sloppy and wet against one another.

Your teeth bite into his lower lip, dragging it down as he moans into the air between you.

“‘m close, baby.” Your voice is wrecked, tears blurring the edges of your vision, but Valarr doesn’t stop, only nodding in acknowledgement as he picks up his pace.

He knows you’re close, because he’s close too, and he wouldn’t be half the gentleman his father raised him to be if he didn’t time your orgasms to make sure they align.

His hips never stop, fingers slipping between your bodies to paw at your clit.

And the pressure of him against your most sensitive part is all you need, because your vision is blurring before the words can even leave your mouth.

You’re clenching around him, cunt pulsing like it’s spelling out a thank you and it drives him off the edge, your fluttering hole the welcoming recipient of his cum.

He’s still pumping into you when you finally come to, calming down from the overwhelming orgasm.

You feel so full, the mix of the both of your wetness slipping out from your cunt until Valarr finally stops his movements, body falling over yours as he pants sweet praise into your ear.

His hips twitch a few times, your cunt fluttering around him until he’s whining from overstimulation.

He sits up, looking down at you with a smile on his face before slipping out.

The emptiness that follows is unnerving, as your body adjusts to the lack of him inside you.

You don’t have time to complain until he’s scooping up the mix of your release and shoving it gently back inside you, careful not to waste a single drop.

You moan at the feeling, head falling back as your eyes fall shut.

Valarr hums in satisfaction after a few minutes, before he moves off of you, laying down beside you.

His fingers are sticky with your release when they shape the slope of your nose and the curve of lips, motioning you to open before they slip inside the warmth of your mouth.

You don’t bother opening your eyes, tongue working on licking his fingers clean.

Valarr smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your temple when he draws his fingers back, looking down at the spit covered fingertips.

“We should do this more often.” He says, voice low and gentle against your ear, fingers sliding down the length of your torso.

You can’t help the laugh that rips from your throat, lips stretching into a big smile as you turn on your side, hiding your face in his chest.

“Tomorrow morning.” Yours is a soft promise against his skin and Valarr can’t help the love that bubbles beneath his ribs at the sound of it.

“Tomorrow morning, then.” His lips pressing against the top of your head is the last thing you notice before you fall into sleep.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

Use protection kids!!

Also he’s a freak :P

[gcldie]

Motivation — Aerion Targaryen

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The sounds of the paddock are loud even through the locked door, the team perfecting every last detail, ensuring the race goes as smoothly as possible.

You can imagine the engineers, mumbling predictions about the car’s performance, the wet track tilting the competition in Aerion’s favour.

You wonder if they’re looking for him now, if Aerion’s stealing time away from preparing for the race to spend it here, locked in some dimly lit room, his dick inching deeper and deeper inside you.

The smell of him is intoxicating, the scent of sweat and smoke, the one that always seems to stick to him, mixing in your nostrils as you take him in in all his glory.

The mix of pre-race nerves and desperation is evident on his face, as he pants, hot breath fanning over your lips.

“Aerion.” Your voice is a needy whisper in the quiet room, your fingers curling in his silver hair. “You don’t have time for this.”

He shakes his head, annoyance clear on his face as he rolls his hips against yours, reaching deeper.

The sound that rips from your throat is a delicious moan, one he swallows before shoving his tongue down your throat, salivas mixing as he fights for dominance.

Every roll of his hips is torture, you can’t wait till he’s finally sheathed inside you, mushroom tip touching your cervix.

The sounds he makes are heavenly, each one vibrating through your skull.

Your hand tugs harshly at his hair, until his mouth finally parts from yours.

The whimper that leaves his lips doesn’t escape you, as you fight a vicious grin.

“Either go faster,” you say, panting against his mouth, rolling your hips into his, as Aerion’s grip hardens on your thighs, nails digging into your skin. “Or get back to your job.”

“Do you ever stop talking.” His voice breaks, as he finally reaches his target, the gooey walls of your cunt wrapping around him in a death grip.

He retreats before you can even react, drawing his hips back before slamming into you, driving you up the wall.

You try to silence the noises you ought to be ashamed of, but Aerion’s hand comes up to grip your jaw, fingers digging into your face until your lips separate.

“Don’t get shy on me, now.” His hips slam into you again and he doesn’t even try to hide the smug smile when you all but scream at the action, hips grinding down against him as your clit rubs against the white hairs leading down to his dick.

“Fuck you.” Your voice sounds wrecked even to your own ears, but you think your pride left you the moment you let him pull you into the room, pressing you up against the wall.

“You already are, doll.” His breath tickles your ear, lips descending down on your throat, teeth sinking sharply until you gasp from pain.

“Fuck. Do that again!” You squeal, palm slapping against his bicep.

“As you wish.” His voice rumbles against your throat, teeth sinking into your skin again.

His pace is brutal, hands hoisting you up higher against him, as your back rubs against the cold wall behind you.

Your head tilts back, eyes rolling into your skull when Aerion’s slams turn sharp, angling his hips so he reaches a spot deeper than the last.

His mouth wraps around your adam’s apple, teeth sinking again, and you’re sure he’s leaving a mark on purpose, the smug motherfucker.

Your arm wraps around his neck, fingers slipping into his hair again.

You moan at the sound that leaves his mouth when you tug harshly.

“Do that again.” His voice is a growl against your skin.

“As you wish.” You don’t have a moment to feel smug before he’s turning with you still in his arms, dropping you on the wooden desk. “What are you—“

“Stop talking.” He says, fingers wrapping around your throat, pushing you down until your back meets the cold surface.

Aerion bends over you, his chest meeting yours and the new angle has him hitting a deeper spot inside you.

“Fucking hell, Aerion.” You can’t help the words spilling from your mouth.

You almost feel ashamed of your desperation before you hear him trying to quiet the whimper that rips from his throat.

“Aww, did you like that?” Your voice is saccharine when you tug at his hair, pulling him up until you’re face to face.

“Shut up.” A red flush paints his porcelain skin.

“Come on, baby, I can be nice.” Your tongue laps at his mouth, as he shudders beneath your touch.

“I hate you.” He mumbles against your lips, almost delirious as you wrap your legs around his hips, fucking him deeper into you.

“Sure, you do, honey.” You don’t miss how his thrusts sharpen at your praise. “You’re doing so well, baby, keep going.”

You have to fight back a laugh when he buries his head in the crook of your neck, trying to hide his whimper.

You can tell he’s getting closer, thrusts growing uneven as he keeps pushing, and you realise you’re not far behind, the grind of his pubic hair against your clit driving you closer to the precipice.

You’re not sure when exactly Aerion’s hands snuck under your shirt, but his fingers are wrapping around the hem of the fabric, pulling it over your head as his hand lifts your back off the desk.

The cold air makes you shiver, nipples hardening, before Aerion lays you back down, descending down on your chest.

His mouth is hot and wet. His lips wrap around your nipple, hand still spread over the expanse of your back as he pulls you deeper into his mouth, hips never stopping.

You can’t tell if you’re disgusted or turned on by the mess he’s making on your chest.

Your tits are wet, covered in his saliva as his mouth keeps sliding from one boob to the other.

You’re past coherency, mumbles of more and please and yes, Aerion-s slipping from between your lips.

You’re not sure how Aerion’s in any state to notice the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway, but his palm is covering your mouth before you can even react.

“Quiet, doll. We don’t want them to hear us, now, do we?” His smirk is so smug you have to fight the urge to slap it off of him, but then his hips slam into you again and all thoughts leave your mind.

You can hear someone calling his name, the urgency clear to you even in your fucked out state, but it’s hard to focus over the roll of his hips as his dick keeps hitting the spot that would have your knees buckling if you were on your feet.

The slide of him against your walls has your eyes rolling back into your head, as you shudder under his touch, his lips wrapping around your nipple again.

The voice grows insistent, and you’re annoyed when Aerion’s hips falter, head turning to look over his shoulder.

You can tell he’s contemplating, and you fight against his palm over your mouth.

“Don’t you dare.” You shout at him as quietly as you can because you can tell what he’s thinking. “Finish what you started.”

“I need to get ready for the race.”

“You need to make me cum.” Annoyance flares through you, your nails digging into his back, sliding down until you hear him wince. “The faster you’re done, the faster you can get back.”

He looks back at you and grins.

Aerion leans down, his lips brushing your ear.

“Beg.”

You can’t help the shudder that runs down your spine, the roll of his hips against yours not helping at all.

You try to maintain even a moment of decorum before you crack.

“Please, Erri.”

You can feel the effect the nickname has on him, his grip hardening on you, until his nails dig into the skin of your thigh.

“Fuck.” He mutters against your skin as he starts slamming into you again.

The effect of the change on you is immediate, as you start shuddering under him.

Your nails sink into his skin again and you’re almost sure you draw blood, but then his fingers are slipping between your bodies and you have to fight back a scream when he reaches your clit, circling it harshly.

Aerion’s lips are on yours again, kissing you the way he likes, all teeth and tongue, his saliva pooling near the side of your mouth.

His free hand slips under your back again until you’re arched fully, stomach pressed against his.

You can tell you’re losing the sense of time as his thrusts grow sloppy, nails digging into your skin.

The pads of his fingers against your clit are harsh, almost painful as they move in tandem with his thrusts.

You’re shivering, lost to the pleasure of him on top of you when his lips leave yours, wrapping around the skin where your neck meets your shoulder.

You yelp when his teeth sink into your skin, arching into him further until your tits are pressed up against his chest, nipples rubbing against the hard planes of his muscles.

“Fuck, doll, you feel amazing.” He says, teeth scraping against the muscles of your throat.

“Keep going.” Your voice is wrecked and you can feel tears blurring your vision. “Please-“

You’re not even sure what you’re asking for, you just know you want more.

And, for once in his life, Aerion obliges without a retort, hips slamming harder, balls slapping against the curve of your ass.

You’re babbling again, so close to the precipice, when his nails dig into your clit again, hips slamming at an angle he only reaches because his foot slips and you’re falling.

Your orgasm hits you so hard, you feel like you’re ready to black out, your vision filling with white spots.

Your fingers scrape down his back, walls clenching around him, and before you know it, Aerion’s spilling into, a string of curses leaving his mouth as his teeth scrape against your skin.

He keeps going, fucking the both of you through your orgasms, until you’re shaking from overstimulation, squeezing his arm to tell him to ease up.

Aerion’s head drops on your collarbone, breaths coming heavy.

He’s shaking, heartbeat rapid against his ribs.

You’re not sure how long it takes you to calm down, but the weight of him is slipping out of you too soon.

He stands over you, leaning his weight down on his palms as they rest over the desk, his eyes taking in your fucked out state, hair fanned out over the desk, shirt thrown somewhere on the floor, skin marked red and purple from his teeth.

He smiles and you almost miss it, not used to any real emotion from him outside of raw passion.

He’s tucking himself back into his suit and zipping himself back up again, before your mind can decipher his expression

He looks down at you, as if contemplating, before he leans down, kissing you again.

But this time it’s softer, almost loving, as his reddened lips slide against yours.

He parts from you sooner than you’d like, looking at you again.

You sit up, tits, still covered in his spit, on full display.

“Go on, show them what you’ve got, then.” Your voice is scraped raw, cracking half-way through the last word.

“As you wish.”

His grin is wolfish, and he’s turning on his heels, picking up and throwing your shirt back at you before he walks out of the door.

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He def tells you to stfu not bc he doesn’t wanna hear you talk but bc ur voice makes him hard.

I fucking love this slut 🫶

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Motivation — Aerion Targaryen

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The sounds of the paddock are loud even through the locked door, the team perfecting every last detail, ensuring the race goes as smoothly as possible.

You can imagine the engineers, mumbling predictions about the car’s performance, the wet track tilting the competition in Aerion’s favour.

You wonder if they’re looking for him now, if Aerion’s stealing time away from preparing for the race to spend it here, locked in some dimly lit room, his dick inching deeper and deeper inside you.

The smell of him is intoxicating, the scent of sweat and smoke, the one that always seems to cling to him, mixing in your nostrils as you take him in in all his glory.

The mix of pre-race nerves and desperation is evident on his face, as he pants, hot breath fanning over your lips.

“Aerion.” Your voice is a needy whisper in the quiet room, your fingers curling in his silver hair. “You don’t have time for this.”

He shakes his head, annoyance clear on his face as he rolls his hips against yours, reaching deeper.

The sound that rips from your throat is a delicious moan, one he swallows before shoving his tongue down your throat, salivas mixing as he fights for dominance.

Every roll of his hips is torture, you can’t wait till he’s finally sheathed inside you, mushroom tip touching your cervix.

The sounds he makes are heavenly, each one vibrating through your skull.

Your hand tugs harshly at his hair, until his mouth finally parts from yours.

The whimper that leaves his lips doesn’t escape you, as you fight a vicious grin.

“Either go faster,” you say, panting against his mouth, rolling your hips into his, as Aerion’s grip hardens on your thighs, nails digging into your skin. “Or get back to your job.”

“Do you ever stop talking.” His voice breaks, as he finally reaches his target, the gooey walls of your cunt wrapping around him in a death grip.

He retreats before you can even react, drawing his hips back before slamming into you, driving you up the wall.

You try to silence the noises you ought to be ashamed of, but Aerion’s hand comes up to grip your jaw, fingers digging into your face until your lips separate.

“Don’t get shy on me, now.” His hips slam into you again and he doesn’t even try to hide the smug smile when you all but scream at the action, hips grinding down against him as your clit rubs against the white hairs leading down to his dick.

“Fuck you.” Your voice sounds wrecked even to your own ears, but you think your pride left you the moment you let him pull you into the room, pressing you up against the wall.

“You already are, doll.” His breath tickles your ear, lips descending down on your throat, teeth sinking sharply until you gasp from pain.

“Fuck. Do that again!” You squeal, palm slapping against his bicep.

“As you wish.” His voice rumbles against your throat, teeth sinking into your skin again.

His pace is brutal, hands hoisting you up higher against him, as your back rubs against the cold wall behind you.

Your head tilts back, eyes rolling into your skull when Aerion’s slams turn sharp, angling his hips so he reaches a spot deeper than the last.

His mouth wraps around your adam’s apple, teeth sinking again, and you’re sure he’s leaving a mark on purpose, the smug motherfucker.

Your arm wraps around his neck, fingers slipping into his hair again.

You moan at the sound that leaves his mouth when you tug harshly.

“Do that again.” His voice is a growl against your skin.

“As you wish.” You don’t have a moment to feel smug before he’s turning with you still in his arms, dropping you on the wooden desk. “What are you—“

“Stop talking.” He says, fingers wrapping around your throat, pushing you down until your back meets the cold surface.

Aerion bends over you, his chest meeting yours and the new angle has him hitting a deeper spot inside you.

“Fucking hell, Aerion.” You can’t help the words spilling from your mouth.

You almost feel ashamed of your desperation before you hear him trying to quiet the whimper that rips from his throat.

“Aww, did you like that?” Your voice is saccharine when you tug at his hair, pulling him up until you’re face to face.

“Shut up.” A red flush paints his porcelain skin.

“Come on, baby, I can be nice.” Your tongue laps at his mouth, as he shudders beneath your touch.

“I hate you.” He mumbles against your lips, almost delirious as you wrap your legs around his hips, fucking him deeper into you.

“Sure, you do, honey.” You don’t miss how his thrusts sharpen at your praise. “You’re doing so well, baby, keep going.”

You have to fight back a laugh when he buries his head in the crook of your neck, trying to hide his whimper.

You can tell he’s getting closer, thrusts growing uneven as he keeps pushing, and you realise you’re not far behind, the grind of his pubic hair against your clit driving you closer to the precipice.

You’re not sure when exactly Aerion’s hands snuck under your shirt, but his fingers are wrapping around the hem of the fabric, pulling it over your head as his hand lifts your back off the desk.

The cold air makes you shiver, nipples hardening, before Aerion lays you back down, descending down on your chest.

His mouth is hot and wet. His lips wrap around your nipple, hand still spread over the expanse of your back as he pulls you deeper into his mouth, hips never stopping.

You can’t tell if you’re disgusted or turned on by the mess he’s making on your chest.

Your tits are wet, covered in his saliva as his mouth keeps sliding from one boob to the other.

You’re past coherency, mumbles of more and please and yes, Aerion-s slipping from between your lips.

You’re not sure how Aerion’s in any state to notice the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway, but his palm is covering your mouth before you can even react.

“Quiet, doll. We don’t want them to hear us, now, do we?” His smirk is so smug you have to fight the urge to slap it off of him, but then his hips slam into you again and all thoughts leave your mind.

You can hear someone calling his name, the urgency clear to you even in your fucked out state, but it’s hard to focus over the roll of his hips as his dick keeps hitting the spot that would have your knees buckling if you were on your feet.

The slide of him against your walls has your eyes rolling back into your head, as you shudder under his touch, his lips wrapping around your nipple again.

The voice grows insistent, and you’re annoyed when Aerion’s hips falter, head turning to look over his shoulder.

You can tell he’s contemplating, and you fight against his palm over your mouth.

“Don’t you dare.” You shout at him as quietly as you can because you can tell what he’s thinking. “Finish what you started.”

“I need to get ready for the race.”

“You need to make me cum.” Annoyance flares through you, your nails digging into his back, sliding down until you hear him wince. “The faster you’re done, the faster you can get back.”

He looks back at you and grins.

Aerion leans down, his lips brushing your ear.

“Beg.”

You can’t help the shudder that runs down your spine, the roll of his hips against yours not helping at all.

You try to maintain even a moment of decorum before you crack.

“Please, Erri.”

You can feel the effect the nickname has on him, his grip hardening on you, until his nails dig into the skin of your thigh.

“Fuck.” He mutters against your skin as he starts slamming into you again.

The effect of the change on you is immediate, as you start shuddering under him.

Your nails sink into his skin again and you’re almost sure you draw blood, but then his fingers are slipping between your bodies and you have to fight back a scream when he reaches your clit, circling it harshly.

Aerion’s lips are on yours again, kissing you the way he likes, all teeth and tongue, his saliva pooling near the side of your mouth.

His free hand slips under your back again until you’re arched fully, stomach pressed against his.

You can tell you’re losing the sense of time as his thrusts grow sloppy, nails digging into your skin.

The pads of his fingers against your clit are harsh, almost painful as they move in tandem with his thrusts.

You’re shivering, lost to the pleasure of him on top of you when his lips leave yours, wrapping around the skin where your neck meets your shoulder.

You yelp when his teeth sink into your skin, arching into him further until your tits are pressed up against his chest, nipples rubbing against the hard planes of his muscles.

“Fuck, doll, you feel amazing.” He says, teeth scraping against the muscles of your throat.

“Keep going.” Your voice is wrecked and you can feel tears blurring your vision. “Please-“

You’re not even sure what you’re asking for, you just know you want more.

And, for once in his life, Aerion obliges without a retort, hips slamming harder, balls slapping against the curve of your ass.

You’re babbling again, so close to the precipice, when his nails dig into your clit again, hips slamming at an angle he only reaches because his foot slips and you’re falling.

Your orgasm hits you so hard, you feel like you’re ready to black out, your vision filling with white spots.

Your fingers scrape down his back, walls clenching around him, and before you know it, Aerion’s spilling into, a string of curses leaving his mouth as his teeth scrape against your skin.

He keeps going, fucking the both of you through your orgasms, until you’re shaking from overstimulation, squeezing his arm to tell him to ease up.

Aerion’s head drops on your collarbone, breaths coming heavy.

He’s shaking, heartbeat rapid against his ribs.

You’re not sure how long it takes you to calm down, but the weight of him is slipping out of you too soon.

He stands over you, leaning his weight down on his palms as they rest over the desk, his eyes taking in your fucked out state, hair fanned out over the desk, shirt thrown somewhere on the floor, skin marked red and purple from his teeth.

He smiles and you almost miss it, not used to any real emotion from him outside of raw passion.

He’s tucking himself back into his suit and zipping himself back up again, before your mind can decipher his expression

He looks down at you, as if contemplating, before he leans down, kissing you again.

But this time it’s softer, almost loving, as his reddened lips slide against yours.

He parts from you sooner than you’d like, looking at you again.

You sit up, tits, still covered in his spit, on full display.

“Go on, show them what you’ve got, then.” Your voice is scraped raw, cracking half-way through the last word.

“As you wish.”

His grin is wolfish, and he’s turning on his heels, picking up and throwing your shirt back at you before he walks out of the door.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

read abt vampire!aerion

He def tells you to stfu not bc he doesn’t wanna hear you talk but bc ur voice makes him hard.

I fucking love this slut 🫶

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thinking abt zutara rn and honest to god, if i was mai and my man had a whole ass scar from when he took lightning to heart for another woman, i’d be crashing tf out

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CRAZYY OMG I’VE BEEN HERE FOR SO LONG 💔💔