grace forces himself to have a somewhat proper routine when simon is readjusting to erid, to make him more comfortable by giving him like an outline of the day ig, but when simon is much more stable suddenly grace is right back to his habits of not sleeping or eating for days, he drinks 5 cups of coffee before lunch and forgets to leave his lab for DAYS. simon is incredibly freaked out. cue simon and rocky fix grace sleep routine montage
E and F: Experience and First Time- Aerion Targaryen
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Reader is a courtesan, and Aerion is his client for the night.
Warning for bottom male reader, praise kink, and first times. It isn't Aerion's first time in general, but it is his first time with a man.
I've only seen A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, so sorry for any inaccuracies with Aerion's character.
“Not that this doesn’t,” you let out a grunt more of pain than of pleasure, “feel good, my prince,” you said, hesitating to use the words. The occasional brush to your prostate by the Aerion’s hard cock certainly felt good, but that was far and few between, especially with such a brutal pace. “But-”
An arm locks around your neck, “but what?” He breathes into your ear, barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin, “but what?” He questions louder, his pace slowing momentarily.
You couldn’t tell if he’s slowly starting to pick it up, or if he’s already tired himself out, but your skin is thanking him for it. The arm around your neck tightens as Aerion pants into your ear, still waiting on your answer.
“Perhaps we could switch positions?” You ask. His pillows did look quite comfortable.
Aerion pulls out with a scoff, “am I not satisfying you?” He questions mockingly.
Not really.
You tread carefully in finding your answer, knowing that you’ve struck a nerve. Many of the men you’ve slept with in the past could be like that for various reasons. Whether that be insecurity, guilt, or post-clarity rage.
“You are!” You reply quickly, turning to face Aerion to send him a reassuring smile. You let out a sigh, hoping that he wouldn’t be too angry, “but-”
“But what?” Aerion sneers, interrupting you once more, “I did not call on your services to be mocked,” he said, turning his chin up.
“Of course, Prince Aerion. But please believe,” you laid a hand on your naked chest, “that is not my intention. It would just be more enjoyable for both of us-”
“Why should I care about the pleasure of a common whore?” Aerion questions with a sardonic laugh.
The smile on your face grows smaller and into more of a grimace before you correct it, “I suppose you are right,” you say softly. The words aren’t anything you haven’t heard before, but it is particularly insulting to have them thrown at you for simply trying to help.
You glance over at Aerion, noticing the way his cock is still hard, though yours had flagged when he yelled at you. Perhaps it is what he is into. Another small piece of information you would learn about your clients when you lay with them.
You knew how this would go, however, when you started to turn back around to get back on your stomach, soft words stopped you in your tracks.
“What would you have me do?” Aerion asks, a blush on his cheeks as he looks anywhere but your face.
“Perhaps we could go slower,” you answer, edging closer to him, “work our way to your previous pace?” You ask, now close enough for his hard cock to poke wetly at your stomach.
Aerion looks down at where it touches your skin before looking back up, “very well,” he answers quietly.
You raise a hand to his face slowly, “may I kiss you?” You whisper, cupping his cheek. You trace your fingers along the blush, watching as the shade grows darker.
Aerion’s eyes flick from your eyes to your mouth, “you may,” he answers.
You begin with a soft brush of your lips, but soon, Aerion’s hands rise to your face and turns the kiss sloppy.
You force yourself away from the kiss, your cock twitching when Aerion’s eyes open and he fixes you with a confused expression, obviously not done and wanting more. “Have you done this before?” You questioned softly.
Aerion’s face hardens before he inches further back, “of course I have!”
“With a man?” You clarify.
“No,” Aerion responds, his chin jutting out.
“I liked to be kissed in the same way the maidens you have laid with do,” you said with a smile, laying a hand on his arm.
Aerion smirks at that and turns fully towards you. A runs a hand down your body before wrapping his fingers around the base of your cock, “you are no maiden,” he says softly, giving your hardening cock a slow stroke.
“You do not have to treat me differently because I am not,” you respond, moving into Aerion’s grip. You duck away when Aerion tries to get your lips together again, “you needn’t be so rough,” you whisper against his mouth teasingly.
The next kiss is much better and leaves you gasping on its end.
“You have truly never done this before?” You asked, guiding Aerion with your hands around his hips to the pile of pillows at the top of the bed.
“I told you already,” Aerion responds, pulling you down by the nape into another kiss.
“Let me take care of you, my prince,” you said after pulling away from the kiss. You shifted back to feel Aerion’s cock grind against the cleft of your ass, Aerion’s hands moving to your ass cheeks to spread you open so it lay against your hole.
Aerion looks up at you and his mouth opens like he’s about to speak, but instead, he nods and leans up for another.
You feel Aerion’s tongue in your mouth as you reach behind your body and steady his cock. The kiss breaks when you sink down his cock, but you stay close, breathing in each other’s air.
You feel Aerion’s hands roam your lower back as you adjust once more to his cock. It feels deeper than earlier, but still not stimulating your prostate like you wanted. But that was something that you could work on.
Your hands find Aerion’s toned chest, fingers digging into his pecs as you push yourself up. You lift yourself slowly from his cock until only the head remains, and then you let gravity do the rest.
Aerion’s hands settle loosely around your hips, a look of anticipation on his face. Waiting for your next move.
You shift around on his lap, trying to find that spot. When you feel Aerion’s cock finally brush that spot, you rise up once more.
You fall back down with a soft moan, Aerion’s hands tightening around your hips.
“There?” He asks breathlessly.
“There,” you respond, letting out another moan. The next time you move back up, Aerion pulls you back down, “right there!” You all but yell
Aerion responds enthusiastically, eyes moving from your face to watch your body move. His hands are like an anchor around your hips, holding you in place as he fucks back up every time you raise your hips.
He shifts closer as he moves, bringing his back off the bed to get close enough to kiss you. You moan into his mouth, feeling your edge approaching as Aerion’s tongue maps out the plane of your mouth.
Aerion knocks the hand you try to wrap around your cock away, his lips dragging along your jaw. “Let me take care of you,” he whispers into your ear, stroking his hand along your cock in time with his thrusts.
You cup Aerion’s face and turn his head to meet your eye, “my good lad,” you whisper, “making me feel so good.”
Aerion’s eyes widen before his hands move to bring your bodies flush together. He comes with a loud moan, his cock throbbing deep within you. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, like he’s afraid to show himself as vulnerable.
You come seconds later from the friction of your cock against Aerion’s abs, stars exploding behind your eyes.
Coming down from your orgasm, you bring a hand to the back of Aerion’s hand to run your fingers through his white hair. He falls deeper into your arms as his breathing begins to calm.
Aerion pulls away when his cock slips free, moving away just enough to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. “Have I satisfied you now?” He questions.
You smile softly at him before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him back in.
imagine for the streamer au, grace face reveals and the next day at school students are handing each other "I survived learning that my science teacher is married to my favorite streamer" stickers and buttons
Grace is like ??? How did you make them so fast?!
And the students are like “you want one, Mr Grace? You can have one for Simon too.”
And Grace takes them up on the offer and comes home to gift them to Simon who’s shocked and asks the same thing. “How did they make these so fast?! It’s been a day!”
simon & grace: absolute besties. only a little (a lot) codependent but neither of them realize it. both very flawed individuals that compliment eachother beautifully. simon is grace's ride or die and grace cares about simon perhaps a little more than himself. do not separate or else the world will explode
simon & rocky: leave these two alone too long and they'll start fucking fist fighting (siblings)
Grace telling Simon he's aroace and Simon's internally is like "arrow ace? Like he's a master of archery?" And when they get to Erid he builds him a bow and arrows set so he can practice his favorite activity again
Grace: No, like aromantic. Asexual.
Simon: okay…. Are you asking to have sex with me??
Grace: NO! That is the whole point!!!
Simon: You JUST said you are a sexual, the fuck am I missing here??
No smut in this one (ironic way to start off this series, I know), but it's filled with a lot of fluff to make up for it.
“Quit squirming,” you say, trying your best to wipe Ryland’s chest down.
“It’s,” Ryland lets out a gasp when the wet cloth passes over his nipple. The mess you made wasn’t that high up on his chest, but you couldn’t help yourself, “cold!”
“It’s room temperature,” you correct.
“Where’s your thermometer?” He grumbles out, his squirming coming to an end as you finish up.
“Don’t have one,” you answer absentmindedly, trying to not gasp when you wipe the cloth along your sensitive cock. Maybe Ryland was right.
You look up as you move the cloth higher up your body, trying not to laugh when you see that Ryland’s mouth is hanging open in bewilderment.
“I do have one,” you clarify with an eye roll, “it’s just buried in a drawer somewhere,” you answer before rolling off the bed to head to the bathroom. You wring out the washcloth under the faucet, watching the evidence of your activities circle the drain.
On your return, Ryland is already under the covers, his glasses perched upon his nose. He glances up from his book before moving an arm out to turn down your side of the bed.
“You look comfortable,” you observe.
“Could be even better,” Ryland murmurs in response, his fingers brushing your thigh.
“Okay okay,” you laugh, swatting at hands when he tries to yank you into the bed.
His book seemingly forgotten, Ryland leans up to press a kiss to your lips once you’re under the covers, “I thought you were reading,” you whisper against his mouth.
He sends you a soft smile in response before moving his glasses down under his chin in that way that always pisses you off, “I thought of something better to do.”
You let yourself be kissed before pulling away to carefully take his glasses off, “you’re going to break these,” you huff, holding them up as you wait for Ryland to place them on the nightstand. “Ah ah ah,” you scold when Ryland tries to steal another kiss.
This time, it’s Ryland that lets out a huff as he grabs the glasses and tosses them onto the table, making you laugh, even if it also has you wincing internally. He returns in a flash, swallowing the sound when he pulls you back in.
He pulls away to pepper kisses along your face, “happy now?” He questions between pecks.
“I could do without the throwing–”
Ryland pulls away with a scoff, “I didn’t throw them!” He gripes, one of his hands resting on your chest.
“There was an echo.”
“There was not,” Ryland lets out a laugh that rings throughout the bedroom, “there was not an echo,” he repeats through laughter.
“Yeah, I think,” you bring a hand to your ear, “my ears are still ringing?” You question feigning confusion.
That gets a louder laugh from Ryland before he’s falling onto your chest, “you little,” he begins, making you wonder what minced oath he’s about to come up with. Instead, he gets his strong arms around you, his fingers finding your ribs.
You try to move away, but Ryland doesn’t let you, “Ryland!”
“Say I didn’t throw them,” he commands.
“You’re being childish,” you respond with a laugh.
For a second, you’re able to get your hands free, but before you can push them against Ryland’s shoulders, he’s got both of your hands held by your wrists above your head. “Say I didn’t throw them,” he repeats, his knees bracketing your hips, caging you in.
Arousal runs through you at the reminder of just how physically strong Ryland is, “you didn’t throw them,” you whisper, looking up at him with wide eyes.
Ryland leans down moments later to press his lips to yours, his hand loosening around your wrists. He lets out a hum of satisfaction with his tongue meets yours, the kiss slow and dirty.
Your arms move to wrap around Ryland’s broad shoulders, pulling him down until his chest meets yours.
Ryland pulls away from the kiss with a sigh, his head moving to rest on your shoulder. Your hand is immediately tangling through his hair, smoothing away the mess of sex and sweat.
“Love you,” Ryland murmurs, his lips dragging across your skin.
“Love you more,” you respond easily, your eyes slipping shut.
You feel Ryland’s smile against your skin before there's a soft scrape of teeth on your neck, “no,” he responds, dragging the word out. He kisses his way up your neck to pull you into a lazy kiss.
You fight to get your eyes back open, Ryland’s weight shifting as he rolls off you to lay down onto the pillow.
“Did I wear you out?” He questions.
“I’m–” you start, only to be interrupted with Ryland’s yawn, “awake.”
Ryland looks at you with half lidded eyes before moving closer, his head coming to rest on your pillow.
“You’ve got your own,” you grumble, trying to sound mad, but only feeling affection.
I'm a huge fan of the fact that the glorious movie called Project Hail Mary is still trending on this site even after months, as is the best character ever Ryland Grace and his companion Rocky the Eridian.
I'm also a huge fan of the fact fucking Markiplier is here, too.
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