Thinking about an AU where Aerion is absolutely obsessed with his lady aunt. The sister of Maekar and Baelor.
Warnings: AERION TARGARYEN, incestuous thoughts, violent thoughts, mommy issues and one mention of masturbation.
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Obsessed!Aerion who hates the fact that his aunt married his uncle Baelor and not his father. She has perfect valyrian features, just like his father! She should be his mama, not of those impure brats, Valarr and Matarys 😤
Obsessed!Aerion who is convinced that his dragon egg would’ve certainly hatched if his blood were a combination of his father’s and his aunt’s. Not poluded by the dornish one.
Obsessed!Aerion who acts like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth when she is near, hiding all his cruelties under the facade of the perfect prince. He is so good at it that when word of him harming someone or being rude to servants reach her, she doesn’t believe it. He is her sweet nephew.
Obsessed!Aerion who makes sure to sit beside her during family meals and feasts. Always handing her something out of her reach or refilling her goblet, just to receive a smile and a thank you, sweet boy from her. Sometimes even a playful pinch to the cheek. He will sulk the entire time if someone sits beside her first.
Obsessed!Aerion who has a collection of tokens he collected through the years. Handkerchiefs, gloves, ribons, stockings, a hairbrush with silken strands of white hair still attached to it. Even shoes. He likes to take one of them or spread all of them on his bed so he can caress and breathe in the objects that touched her perfect body. He gets a little jealous that they could touch her and he cannot. Not in the way he truly wants. He absolutely uses them to touch himself.
Obsessed!Aerion who knows her routine better than his own. He knows what she is doing at all times of the day and night, so he can “coincidently” run into her as often as he can. So he can have small doses of her attention to soothe his hunger. Telling her about something he accomplished just to hear her say good boy.
Obsessed!Aerion who reads ALL the books she reads so he can talk to her about them, this way ensuring more time spent with her. While he is reading, he fantasies about her at his bedside, reading those words to him as he falls asleep with her soft voice and softer fingers running through his hair.
Obsessed!Aerion who uses the death of his mother as a way to get her affection. He sits somewhere he knows she will pass by and sulks, even managing a few tears to wet his cheeks. When she asks what is wrong, he pouts and says he misses his mama, eyes all sad and shining. He melts and almost purr as she coos at him and hugs him to her bossom, standing between his parted thighs. He hugs her back, clinging to her waist as he forces himself not to lick the soft skin of her cleavage.
Obsessed!Aerion who absolutely HATES when she gives her sons attention. He wants to stab someone when he has to watch her hug them, kiss their foreheads, cup their cheeks, giving them that motherly look that he never quite gets. She looks at him with love, she says soft things to him and smile at him, but it is never that adoring. In his head, they don’t deserve such perfect, doting mother. HE does. The next person who crosses him is in grave danger.
Obsessed!Aerion who fantasizes about killing Baelor, Valarr and Matarys, to have her all to himself. He dreams of marrying her. If he couldn’t have her as his mama, because Baelor stole her from his father, then she would take care of him as his wife. Cuddle him, kiss him, tell him he is her handsome dragon...
heyyy! Can you write a comedic Aerion x Wife!Reader where his brothers absolutely adore her and are always trying to spend quality time with her while Aerion gets ridiculously possessive and annoyed about it? (sorry if you’ve already written something like this and I just haven’t found it yet!)
She’s mine
Crack fic!!!! He’s so pathetic it’s amazing. This was so fun to write!!! Thank you for the request🩵 feel free to send more 🐉
“What are you pouting about?” Maekar asks his second son when he enters his private solar and finds his son sulking on the sofa. Looking like someone died.
“My wife.” Aerion responds dramatically resting his hand on his forehead, like a dramatic maiden. Truly pathetic.
“What about her?” Maekar asks not actually caring but he knows he can’t get anything done until he’s dealt with Aerion.
“She’s left me.”
“No she hasn’t.” Maekar say rolling his eyes, knowing that you’re just in the library with Aemon researching healing techniques.
“She has, she’s spending her time with everyone but me.” Aerion proclaims, thinking back to how you spent last night reading to his sisters before having a drink with Daeron. “She doesn’t love me anymore.”
“You’ve just come back from your second honeymoon.” Maekar says giving the boy a look. You both coming back from Dorne not even 2 weeks ago.
“Exactly we’re newlyweds she should be with me.” He responds already thinking of when he can take you on a third trip.
“You married over a year ago.” Maekar sighs, waiting for you both to give him a grandchild. Now not sure how Aerion will cope with you giving attention to a child.
“And?”
“Go away.” Maekar tells him sitting down behind his desk, having letters he’s got to deal with.
“That’s what she told me.” Aerion whines almost falling off the sofa when he moves dramatically.
“No she didn’t.” His father says, knowing you wouldn’t say that to your husband. You probably just told him to be quiet.
“It was implied.”
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“Go away.” Aerion tells Rhae, the girl cuddling you in his bed, you reading to her.
“No, you go away.” She says snuggling into you.
“She’s my wife.” Aerion say pushing his youngest sister wanting her to leave so he can cuddle you.
“I was here first!” Rhae argues having been with you for the past hour, listening to you read.
“I was alive first!” Aerion argues back wanting you to himself.
“Enough!” You snap, fed up with the arguing as you have a headache. “Aerion if you would like to join us you can, but you have to be nice.”
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“Can I have a hug?” Egg asks having hurt himself in the training yard when he jumped off a wall. He’s perfectly fine he just wants some comfort.
“Of course sweetheart.” You say going to stand up from where you’re sat with Aerion knitting a blanket.
“No.” Aerion says pulling you back into his arms and away from the boy you’re trying to hug.
“Aerion! He can have a hug.” You say trying to get out of your husband clinging hands.
“No he can’t.” Aerion says practically wrapping himself around you so you can’t get up. “Get your own wife!”
“I’m 10!” Egg argues, now wanting the hug even more to upset his brother.
“What’s that got to do with me?” Aerion counters pressing kisses all over your face. “Now fuck off.”
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“We should go out tonight.” Daeron says to you over dinner, the both of you sharing a bottle of wine or two.
“That would be nice, I heard there’s a play happening outside that tavern we like.” You say placing your hand over Aerion’s as he places his on your thigh.
“We have to go then.” Daeron says before getting interrupted by his brother.
“No.”
“Aerion.” You say with a sigh, your husband being too dumb to realise he was included in we. Like he is every time.
“No, you’re my wife not his.” Aerion whines wanting to watch the play with you. “Why can’t we go together?”
“You’re invited you moron.” Daeron says giving his brother a look, thinking Aerion jealously is dumb.
Summary: It was just a one-night stand! Of course, you didn't know that in Krypton, one night stands don't actually exists. So yes, you took Clark Kent's virginity, so deal with the consequences and marry him!
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New Year's Eve
Suddenly Clark looked incredibly handsome
You were dancing to some silly song, not really paying attention, wrapping your arms around his neck in that way only a drunk person could do. Stealing a kiss or two that made him run his hands underneath your ass, drawing you closer to him. Jimmy probably took a picture, or even a video of the exact second you whispered to Clark to take you home.
He did take you home, He was much more aware and sober than you when he got in the taxi with you, and also when you threw up on the sidewalk in front of your building while he held your hair. Ew
Suddenly Clark looked even more handsome.
His breath smelled of mint and everything good in the world. That's all you remember, the feeling of the feel of his tongue against your skin, and down, further down, even further down...
So yes, you took his virginity.
How were you supposed to know it was his first time? How could you even imagine it, considering how sweet and cute he is? Well, maybe the way he always asked you "Am I doing it right?" must have been a clue, that "Did I do it right?" seeking approval at the end, or the way he clenched his toes when you were on top of him.
Now Clark stood outside your door, dressed a little more formally than usual and wearing cologne that reached your nose as soon as you opened it. His hair was styled slightly differently, as if he'd spent all morning trying to look good. Look good for you.
He's unbelievable
"I hope you love them," he says as you take the flowers in your arms, your expression still confused. "I left early this morning, my clothes were dirty, and well, you know"
"Did you go to your apartment and then come back here?"
"Of course, who else is going to make us breakfast?"
Clark was making breakfast in your kitchen while you were putting the flowers in a vase with a raised eyebrow. That's when you froze, when Clark spoke.
"You know, I've been thinking about it, and I think it would be too rushed to us to get married." He said it as if he'd actually been thinking about it all morning (he did 🥀) "So we can like, oficially date first, and then we'll see about marriage..."
Marriage?
"Besides, I don't have much money right now!" Clark laughs. "Well, not for the wedding you deserve. But I promise if you give me time, I'll have enough—"
"What are you talking about?" The vase of flowers almost slipped from your hands. Wedding? Marriage? How long were you asleep?
"About us," Clark tilts his head, as if it were obvious. Seeing that your confused expression didn't disappear, she turned the stove to low heat, crossing her arms with a slight blush. How was he going to explain to you that he was raised with the idea that his first time would be with the love of his life and the woman he would marry? "Well... We did it last night."
"Yes, I do remember that part"
"Well," he shrugged. "You know, where I come from, when a Kryptonian has their first time, a bond is formed with that person. A bond that eventually leads to marriage. It's not something casual; it's something they take very seriously."
"Yes, but" you ran your fingers along one cheek, "Clark, we can't get married."
"Why not?" And it's like a little child asking why he can't go out and play in the rain
"Well, cuz—" you shake your head. "Because we need to get to know each other a little better, go on dates, couple stuff."
Clark paused for a few moments, lost in thought. Pa Kent had also told him once that his first time had to be with a girl he loved very much. And he loves you very much. He doesn't see the mistake.
"If I do all the couple stuff right," he frowns slightly, as if already planning everything. "So you will marry me?"
"Ehhh, well I guess so"
Somehow, you're now tied to him without even realizing it. You know Clark isn't joking because of the serious way he looks at you, the way he's mentally placing a ring on your finger.
"you wouldn't want to marry me."
"I did it with you, why wouldn't I want to marry you?"
"You know, guys usually leave you with a headache the morning after a hookup, not a marriage proposal." Clark slightly furrows his brow and puffs out his cheeks in that gesture you know he doesn't notice. "I'm not just any guy"
18+ clark kent who cums from being groped in public...
p. virgin!reader x clark kent
tw : exhibitionism. mdni.
based on this request and this.
"virgins are shy."
at least that's what jimmy told clark and you can't blame the poor man for believing the words of the resident ladies man at the daily planet without anticipating just how wrong you were about to prove him.
according to jimmy, all virgins, including you were supposed to be all soft and coy, behaving like lost little lambs in bed who hadn't discovered an ounce of their sexuality.
however, none of these words came to clark's mind now, when you were groping his dick in a crowded subway with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth in the brattiest, most shameless smile he'd ever laid eyes on.
you were travelling to work together in the morning as you always did but the train was especially overcrowded that day and you were crammed against your 6'4 feet tall; 240 pounds of alien-muscle boyfriend, feeling him hardening behind you from the way the subway kept jostling and pushing your ass flush against his bulge with every bump in the track.
clark kept muttering flustered apologies of "sorry baby, golly, I swear to god I'm not doing this on purpose." — his ears flushing pink, knowing that you could feel every thick, indecently hard inch of what you were doing to him.
however, to clark's immense (and I mean, immense) surprise, you turned around, pressing your tits flush against his chest; the height difference between you and your boyfriend granting him an ample view at your cleavage; before you slapped your palm flush against the heavy bulge tenting his trousers.
a choked grunt of surprise escapes clark before he can stop himself, his eyes widening in horror and a reluctant mix of pleasure when you start quite literally groping his cock through his pants— right there in public, using the fact that there were nearly a hundred people packed against you to disguise the grossly perverted act of what you were doing to him.
"honey what are you doing ?" clark whispers, his voice strained as you feel a large hand close tightly around your wrist in desperation. "just havin' some fun, clarkie !" you tell him with a happy smile that stands in a stark contradiction to the way you're practically fisting his shaft.
"don't do that." clark groans and you respond with a sharp squeeze to his cock and he barely manages to disguise the gasp that follows with a cough. "please ?" he adds and you can tell he's practically begging you to stop at this point when you pout up at him and whisper, "y'know you wouldn't have gotten yourself into this situation if you hadn't gotten hard against me in public like some kind of perv, baby." clark squeezes his eyes shut at your words, his cock twitching traitorously hard against your hand, under their humiliating assault.
you can feel him throbbing against your palm, his dick practically bursting through his zip as you grope and squeeze his girth with reckless abandon. and what doesn't help clark's case is the way he can't stop staring at the swell of your tits through your shirt, his hips starting to buck towards the pressure of your hand against his bulge.
he lets out an embarrassingly loud whimper when you jerk the leaking head of his cock in a rough, almost crude motion; attracting curious glances from some of the other fellow passengers nearby before you prompt them to turn their heads away again with a polite smile of "there's nothing to see over here! I'm definitely not giving my boyfriend, who is superman by the way, a handjob in front of y'all !"
his hips start thrusting into your grip when you work the bulging head of his dick with inexperienced little twists of your hand as he grunts, "gosh, yeah! j-just like that." — against the shell of your ear.
you can feel him twitching rapidly against your palm, his hips stuttering as they buck forwards on instinct when suddenly, clark stills completely, a heavy hand landing on your shoulder for support as his knees buckle under the sheer force of his release when he spills into his boxers, cumming in thick, creamy spurts as he struggles not to moan out loud.
you pull away when you feel the sticky mess soaking through the front of his trousers and lean up on your tip toes, pressing a kiss against the cheek of a very dumbfounded and very speechless clark kent.
a/n : I think this is the nastiest piece of literature I have ever produced.
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thinking about a new relationship with virgin!clarkkent where every time things get heated he gets super flustered and needs a minute.
“sorry, honey…my heart is flying right now.” he’d say with a sheepish grin and warm cheeks.
his hands tremble when you guys are on the couch together, making out, and he acts like he doesn’t know where to put them. which he probably doesn’t.
because even though he’s the most attractive boy you’ve ever seen, he’s incredibly awkward, not to mention respectful and polite so he’s just never gotten there with a girl.
not until you.
you’re always patient with him. always willing to lay back against the couch and wait for him to catch his breath and adjust while you softly caress the skin on his forearm.
you’ll remove his glasses with a soft smile which he returns as he looks over your face, flushed with your lips swollen from making out.
at first, all you guys do is make out. the first few times you visit his place, you guys spend hours tangled with eachother, your tongues rubbing together, the sensation so hot and intense, clark immediately gets a hard on at just the sight of you pulling him towards the couch by the third visit because he knows what’s about to happen.
he lets you take the lead and you’re more than happy to oblige, climbing onto his lap and slowly grinding against him.
“just feel it, baby. don’t worry about anything,” you would whisper in his ear. your hands tangled in his hair as you lavish him with open mouthed kisses on every inch of flesh you can reach.
“i-it feels good,” he’d groan in your ear, already feeling heat creep up his neck.
after a while though, he knows he can let go with you, that you won’t judge him no matter how flushed or flustered he gets. no matter how much he sputters and stutters.
sucking on clark's fingers, making them nice and wet before guiding them into your panties. all while holding eye contact with heavily blushing and panting clark, pupils blown as he feels the soft slickness of your cunt. when you urge two of his large fingers into your tight hole, your pretty eyes flutter closed, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth and clark whimpers, pants overwhelmingly tight against his hardening cock as his fingers are swallowed by your pulsing warmth.
a sweet grind of your hips against his palm has him cumming in his pants.
summary: Clark goes to a strip club for the first time and gets much more than he expected.
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) grinding, nipple play, Clark gets a lap dance, insecurity, anxiety
word count: 3.9k
Clark doesn’t know what he’s thinking when he pulls up to the building. He’s been really stressed with work and his buddy, Shawn suggested that the strip club he frequents would be a great place for Clark to blow off some steam. But now that he’s here, he’s considering turning right around and just forgetting the whole thing.
This isn’t who he is. He doesn’t go to strip clubs. He thinks he just wants to see what all the hype is about because all the men in the office always talk about this club specifically.
He pays at the door and when he gets inside the club he’s surprised at how dark it is, but still somehow overstimulating. The music is loud and there’s a noisy group of men in the corner and he assumes that they’re here for a bachelor party-add that to the list of things he’ll never understand.
One of the dancers is bent over, her ass right in front of who Clark assumes is the groom. The man gives it a smack and Clark has to turn away because now he’s really uncomfortable. Maybe he should just get out of here before anyone sees him.
You’re coming out of the bathroom when you see a man by the bar, looking around very confused. You remember Shawn telling you that his friend was coming but it had been over a week so you assumed he just chickened out. At least, you’re assuming that it’s him. Considering his body language, it has to be.
He’s cute, that’s for sure. And guys with glasses aren’t usually your type, but there’s something about his that are doing something for you. You haven’t had a newbie in a while so this should be fun. You’re already planning out your lap dance in your head as you approach him.
“Clark?” He hears his name and his eyes shut tight before he turns around, coming face to face with you. You’re probably the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and now he’s flustered, not at all sure what to say to you. He’s never been good at talking to women-especially not scantily clad women. You’re dressed in a bright red bodysuit that exposes your entire stomach. The top looks like a bikini with a silver ring in the center of your chest that connects the pieces. There’s so much to see that he doesn’t know where to look. He wants to be respectful so he looks back up at your face, putting on a shy smile.
“You are Clark, right?” You ask and he nods furiously, still very much tongue tied. He’s adorable, you think. His naivety is so refreshing and you’re already getting wet at the thought of corrupting him.
“I’m Nova.” You’re in your alter ego now which always makes it much easier to not create connections with the people here. It’s something you can take off at the end of the day when you go back to your real life. Here, nothing is real. It’s all just a fake world you’ve created to make it easier to disconnect when your shifts end. “You look a little nervous, baby. Do you want a drink to help you calm down?”
Clark isn’t the type to drink and he doesn’t want to start now. He wants to remember this even though he’s nervous as shit.
“Um, I’ll take some water.” His mouth feels so dry and he thinks having something to drink will somehow settle his anxiety. Part of him just wants to tell you to forget the whole thing but he knows he needs to do this. He told himself that he would try to get out of his comfort zone and doing this first will make everything else seem much easier.
“Sure thing.” You grab him a bottle of water from the bar and hold it out to him. He takes it and when it opens it, he gulps some down, completely oblivious to your coworkers putting on their flirty faces. Well, he’s yours. He’s even hotter than you expected and he’s not the kind of guy that knows it. You even think that he might be a little insecure. Most guys would walk in here with their head held high but not Clark.
“We can do this another time if-”
“No,” he cuts you off and it comes off a little more harsh than he intends. He clears his throat and speaks again. This time it’s more gentle. “No.” He shakes his head, hoping that you can see how sure he is of the whole thing.
“Okay, then we can go to the private room I have set up for us.” You grab him by the hand and lead him into the room you’ve reserved. It’s so bright compared to the club with the red lighting and Clark has to let his eyes adjust before he moves.
You can see that he’s sweating, hands shaking and now you feel gross for doing this. He clearly doesn’t feel comfortable so you don’t know why he didn’t leave when you gave him an out.
You step closer, trying to see if you can read him just by looking into his eyes, but you can’t. He’s so good at closing himself off and you can’t even blame him because you’re doing the same thing. You hate letting people in, terrified for them to see the real you. That’s mostly why you’re Nova here-because if your clients don’t like her, it’s okay because it’s not the real you.
“Why are you so nervous? What can I do?” People feeling comfortable is your number one priority here and you want to do whatever you can to make them feel that way.
“I-I’ve never done this before and I’m scared that I’m not going to do it right.” You laugh as soon as the words leave your mouth and you reach out to place a hand on his arm so that he knows that you’re not laughing at him.
“I strip, you watch. And if you decide that you’re uncomfortable, I’ll stop. It’s that simple.” It doesn’t sound as scary when you say it. Because when you say it, it’s hot. “Now do you want to sit or do you want to go? Totally up to you, baby.”
“I want to sit.” You take him by the hands and lead him over to the chair, helping him sit down. He takes out his wallet and hands you a twenty which you happily take and tuck it into the waistband of your thong.
“Just one song?” You ask and he nods. That’s all he needs. You grab a remote and turn on some music that’s very similar to what’s playing in the club, but it’s not nearly as loud. He much prefers this as he can actually hear himself think.
When he’s comfortable, you stand in front of him, beginning to strip. You’re moving slowly in a teasing manner and he’s already getting hard when he gets a glimpse of one of your nipples.
Your body suit is down to your waist, your bare chest now on display. It’s now that Clark realizes that you have nipple piercings. It’s a bar going through each nipple with something on each end but he can’t quite make it out in this lighting. And he’s getting even harder thinking about getting his mouth on them. He never thought he’d like that sort of thing, but now he guesses he does.
“You can look, but you can’t touch,” you tell him when he goes to reach out for you. You slowly pull your body suit off and now you’re down to just your thongs and heels. You turn your back to him, brushing your ass against his hard on.
He whines in response and you begin to grind on his cock, starting your lap dance. This is probably the most respectful anyone has ever been towards you. He listened when you told him that he couldn’t touch you and it seems like no one ever does.
He’s never seen a naked woman in person before. This is uncharted territory so he has no idea how to proceed. He’s just got to let things happen-not try to take control like he often wants to.
You’re straddling him now, grinding over and over as you watch his eyes shut tight. You always feel so confident when you make them come, especially when you haven’t even really touched them.
His hands are white knuckling the chair and as his head is thrown back. This time, he’s not coming because of his own hand. And gosh, does it feel good. Your chest is pressed against his and he can feel your piercings rub against his shirt.
“Oh my gosh,” he whines as he reaches his climax and you keep up with your grinding.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” you coo. “Such a good boy for me.” He really likes the sound of that and when he comes down, his blue eyes open, staring at you. You stay like that, arms wrapped around his neck as you stare into his eyes. You know you should get up, but you just feel so comfortable here.
“This is going to sound so crazy, but you’re my last dance of the night and I was wondering if you wanted to come back to my place?” You’re definitely not supposed to do this, but who’s gonna know?”
“I’d love to,” he nods furiously.
“Great!” You smile wide and he can’t help but mimic it because it’s so contagious.
You eventually get off of him and get dressed, giving him your address before leading him back out into the club and you can’t even see his flushed cheeks. He normally wouldn’t do something like this but he’s trying to get out of his comfort zone. He also just really wants to see you again.
He’s addicted to this feeling and doesn’t think he could get it from anywhere else. Now he understands why his coworkers are always here and why they were hyping you up so much. You’re clearly very good at your job so it’s easy to see why you’re so popular amongst the regulars.
“Feel free to come back anytime,” you tell him with a wink and he nods wordlessly before heading out of the building. Once he’s gone, you can’t help but smile to yourself about how adorable he is as you head back to the dressing room to get changed since it’s the end of the night for you.
Clark gets into his car, still dazed from what just happened. He still can’t believe it-that he was actually just at a strip club and that he’s about to sleep with you. At least, he hopes that was what you were implying. Even if it wasn’t, he’s still looking forward to spending time with you.
As you’re changing out of your body suit, you’re still thinking of Clark, which is weird for you because as soon as a client leaves, they’re out of your brain. As soon as you’re off the clock, you don’t think about this place. You try to wipe him out of your thoughts but all you can think about is how delicious his moans sounded and how you’d love to hear them as you rode him over and over until he came, screaming your name. And now that you’ve invited him over, your fantasy will actually become a reality.
The girls who are doing late night are getting ready when you head inside and you can hear them whispering about Clark. You smile to yourself, his moans ringing in your ears. You’re the one who made him come and you’re going to feel really good about it for a long time.
You come out of the club quicker than anticipated and you get into your car before starting it up and pulling out of the parking lot. Clark counts to ten just like you told him to then heads down the street, following the directions on his phone.
You’re waiting for him by your car when he pulls up to your apartment building. You’re wearing a big coat that’s covering whatever else you’re wearing and your face is bare, no longer covered in the pretty makeup you were just wearing. And gosh, are you beautiful. Especially now that he can see you clearly in the daylight.
You grab him by the hand and lead him inside the building and up the stairs to your floor because,of course, the elevator is broken yet again. The whole thing is so exciting for the both of you. For you because you haven’t slept with anyone in a while and for Clark because he hasn’t slept with anyone period. And he doesn’t know why, but he’s nervous that you’ll throw him out as soon as you find that out. But he knows that it’s just his anxiety talking. He can’t seem to get it to go away, though.
What if he’s bad and what if you laugh at him for that? What if he does something wrong-something you don’t like? His mind is swirling with all of the things that can go wrong but he immediately shakes them out of his head as you open the door that leads to your floor.
You let go of his hand and unlock your door before opening it and leading him inside. It’s a small place, but the way you’ve decorated it is charming with all of the pretty prints that are scattered along the walls.
He stays by the door and watches you enter the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge and hold it out to him. He gratefully takes it and slowly migrates to the kitchen and leans against the counter next to you where you both silently sip on your water.
“We can move to the couch if you want,” You suggest, trying your best to slip out of your persona but you’re not entirely sure how. You’ve never invited someone from the club over besides your coworkers so this feels a little weird for you.
“Okay,” Clark nods and follows you once again. You sit on the couch side by side and you shed your jacket to reveal a t-shirt underneath it. He’s still amazed at how easily you can transform from this character you’ve created to what he assumes is your true self. Everything is different down to your voice. It’s no longer sultry like it was at the club and he doesn’t know whether it’s okay or not to be more attracted to this version of you.
And when you pull your hair back away from your face, he’s convinced that he’s in love. Seeing you so relaxed with him makes him feel like he’s doing something right for once. And now he feels like he owes you the truth because if you’re being this honest with him, he feels like he owes you the same.
“Before we go any further, I feel like I should tell you that I’m a virgin.” You’re both quiet when you say the words and he’s caught off guard when you rest your hand on his thigh then immediately pull it away. It’s almost as if you’re afraid that you’re crossing a boundary but all he wants is to put your hand back. He wants you to use him, to do whatever you want with him.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can just watch a movie or something. I feel bad forcing you to come over.” This confuses Clark. You just invited him over, that’s it. And now you’re feeling guilty for what? Because he’s a virgin? How were you supposed to know that?
“You didn’t force me to do anything. I want this. I want you.” You’re both aching with need, desperate for each other as tension rises.
Clark’s hand cups the back of your neck, your hands resting against his chest as you both lean forward. Your eyes flutter shut but your lips have yet to make contact. You’re letting him take the lead, trying your best to be patient.
“Nova,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s y/n, actually.”
“Y/n,” he says and it sounds so good hearing it fall from his lips. And then his mouth is on yours, wet, hot, and desperate. It’s a mess of teeth and tongues as you both try to figure it out. Your hands are grabbing fistfulls of his shirt as he tongue slides into his mouth. Without a second thought, your lips wrap around it and suck. He lets out a whine as he feels his cock twitch.
And in the blink of an eye, you’re straddling his waist, feeling his rock hard cock underneath you. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you as his hands press against your lower back. He gets a sliver of confidence and his hands travel up your shirt and you grab hold one of them, moving it around to one of your breasts.
“Squeeze,” you murmur against his lips and he does as you say, giving it a squeeze and you moan into his mouth in response. He does again and again, desperate to hear that sound again. Your shirt eventually comes off and his follows, both of you staring at each other, taking in all of the bare skin that’s now available.
Clark takes in your bare chest, still sparkling with the glitter left. He finds himself leaning forward, pressing gentle kisses to your skin. He moves over to your shoulder, pushing the strap of your bra down as he does so. He then kisses his way to your other shoulder, unhooking your bra that falls between you as he pulls away.
Seeing your breasts in his light is so much better, especially now that he can see your piercings so clearly. There are little flowers on each side of the bars. He stares, feeling his mouth water as he thinks about how badly he wants to get his mouth on them.
“Go ahead,” you tell him, arching your back and he leans in, even slower this time. He takes your nipple into his mouth as he hands press against your back again. He has no idea what he’s doing, but if he’s doing something wrong, he’s sure that you’ll guide him.
He begins to suck on it hesitantly and when you moan, leaning into him as your hands slide into his hair, he knows he’s doing it right. He continues, going harder and harder and you moan over and over, hands tugging on his hair.
“Bite,” you tell him and he pauses, unsure that he heard what he thinks he did. “You’re not gonna hurt me just do it.” He hesitantly bites down and he thinks he’s gonna come just hearing the sound that falls from your lips. It’s loud, borderlining on a scream.
“Fuck, think I’m gonna-” And when he bites down again, harder this time, you reach your orgasm, head lulling back and Clark is quick to catch it. You’re smiling at him, looking like you’re drunk and he’s assuming that this is a good sign.
“Such a good boy,” you slur. There it is again. That nickname that he’s grown to really like despite only having heard it twice now. “Now come here.” He lets you pull him in for another dizzying kiss. “Can I take off your pants?” You ask against his lips.
“Yes,” he whispers and you pull away, getting off of him and unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down his legs, shoes and socks discarded before his underwear follows. And when he’s fully naked, you can’t help but stare at his cock. You feel your cheeks heat as you realize that you haven’t seen one in so long.
With your job, you’re always thinking about how to please other people and don’t really think about your own needs. Occasionally you’ll use your vibrator when your particularly needy, but you haven’t actually slept with anyone in months.
You hurry and grab a condom before you strip as well and when you’re out of your clothes, you roll the condom onto Clark before you’re straddling him again. You sink onto him slowly, wanting to take your time. You want to be gentle for his first time. You want this to be something he looks back on positively.
He moans with every move and he never thought that something could feel this good. And now he’s wondering what he was nervous about. He’s getting the hang of it, hips bucking against yours again and again.
“That’s it,” you coo. “Such a good boy.” Your pace picks up even more and he matches you, just doing what he thinks is right. He’s getting close but he’s holding out because he doesn’t want it to end just yet. He can’t. It all just feels so good and this is something that’s going to be replaying in his head on repeat for the rest of his life.
You’re moving even faster now, bouncing on his cock and he’s feeling so overstimulated but he doesn’t dare ask you to stop. He doesn’t want it to be over. This is easily the best thing that’s ever happened to him. His first time isn’t even over and he’s already thinking about his second with you. That is, if you’re up for it.
He’s close, you can tell. And seeing him like this, hair a mess, eyes shut tight behind his glasses as he gets closer and closer to the edge. His hands are scratching up your back, a mixture of moans and whines falling from his lips. This is his prettiest look, you’re sure of it.
“God, yes,” Clark moans loudly, finally reaching his peak, completely and totally fucked out now. You keep going though, getting him to another orgasm. And when his words start to slow, you come to a stop. You get off of him and dispose of the condom before you clean yourselves up.
“How was that for you the first time?” You ask as you reach for your panties, putting them on.
“Amazing,” he breathes as he stands and puts his boxers back on, reaching for his pants but not putting them on quite yet. “Would-” he then cuts himself off.
“Are you asking for another round?” You let out a chuckle and now he’s feeling embarrassed. “I think I don’t have much in me for tonight.” Clark lowers his head, his cheeks heating because of course he’s overstepping and reading way too much into what tonight was.
“But I’m free tomorrow. Maybe we could get dinner first, though?” You want him to know that the attraction isn’t unrequited. You want to give this a try if he does.
“Are you-”
“Yes,” you reply, already knowing what he’s asking. “I’m asking you out, Clark.” You’re already dressed and now he’s hurrying to get dressed, not wanting to overstay his welcome. It’s also much later than he was anticipating and he needs to get home and feed Krypto.
“I-I’d love to,” he replies and you step closer, fixing the collar of his shirt before pulling him in for another kiss. This one is more sweet, more gentle than the others.
“Then it’s a date,” you smile, following him to the front door and opening it for him. “Here, let me give you my number.” He fishes his phone from his pocket and hands it to you. You quickly save your number and text yourself so you have his as well.
And with one more kiss, he’s off, both of you smiling like idiots as soon as your door closes, already counting down the minutes until you can see each other.
Rhae makes a truth serum and Aerion drinks it at a family dinner, crude remarks, crack fic
“Rhae what are you doing?” You ask entering the dining hall seeing the girl pour something into Eggs glass. Rhae being the first in the hall was suspicious anyway, but seeing the witchy girl tampering with drinks made it all the more suspicious. “What did you just put in your brother’s glass?”
“Nothing!” She says quickly hiding something behind her back. At your look she quickly caves. “It’s a truth potion, I want to know if egg loves me.”
“Of course he loves you sweetheart you’re his sister.” You tell her softly, wishing the girl would stop trying to give her brothers potions she’s made.
“That’s not what I meant.” She grumbles when you pick up eggs drink going to throw it out when Aerion saunters in seeing you holding a glass. Taking it before you can stop him from downing the thing. “Shit.”
“What?” Aerion asks giving you and his youngest sister a look as the rest of the family makes their way in taking their seats. Nether of you paying attention to Rhae whispering something into Daeron ear as your husband sits down. “You weren’t drinking it.”
“My love-.” You try, not sure want to say. Other than don’t drink things if you don’t know what’s in it. Aerion gesturing to your chair so you can sit down next to him.
“Aerion? Do you still sleep with your toy dragon?” Daeron asks, a smirk in his face as he drinks out of his flask. Not trusting the drinks on the table.
“What? Of course I do, I love brightflame.” Aerion says before processing what he’s just said. Immediately trying to backtrack. “What? Yes? What’s going on?”
“Rhae put a truth potion in the drink you took from me.” You tell your husband as you sit down, not sure how he’ll react. You being the only one who knew he still cuddled his toy dragon at night.
“Rhae, we’ve spoken about this stop giving people potions.” Maekar says annoyed but not surprised as the girl had been writing to her aunt Shira again. “Aerion did you actually do the report like I told you too?”
“No, my wife did it for me.” He says before looking over at you with wide eyes. Nether of you wanting Maekar to know you actually did it.
“Aerion what are you scared of?” Egg asks a smile on his face at his older brother’s embarrassment.
“My wife leaving me.” He answers quickly before he covers his mouth with his hands an angry look on his face. “Fuck, no. Stop asking me questions!”
“Do you want to eat in our chambers?” You ask Aerion, picking up your plates so you could leave.
“Yes but I’d also like to eat you.” He says looking you up and down. Thinking you look delicious in that red and black gown.
“You want to eat her?” Daella asks confused, thinking her brother wants to preform cannibalism.
“I want to eat her pussy, yes.” Aerion says grateful when you cover his mouth with your hand. “I love when you do this.” He muffles out. “You’re so hot when you take control.”
“Aerion!” You hiss, deciding to just leave the plates and drag your husband out of the room. “Stop talking.”
“What ever you want, I love you so much.” He says from behind your hand. “This is so embarrassing.”
Stop. Think about taking your exhausted knight to bed after a hard day and sucking on his fresh bruises until he's whimpering and tearing up a little and melting into the sheets in a twitching heap of muscles. You may scroll now
ryland grace being a crier during sex.
he gets overstimulated easily, clinging to you when you stroke him gently. “mnnghh baby..” he starts off whining. he’s backed up against the headboard of his bed while your seated perpendicular to his hips on your calf’s. your hand’s on his cock, using his excessive precum to your advantage, spreading it around his tip. his hips lift off the bed when your squeeze him a little before he’s keeling over himself. “please, please—“ he starts begging with a moan cutting him off. that’s when his tears start developing in the corners of his eyes.
“please what?” you tease him. he’s always so needy when you’re touching him. even when your not touching him, when he’s jumping your leg at night when you’re ‘too tired’ to assist with his desires. when you’re only talking him through his orgasm and he’s drinking your every word. your voice gets him going like a dog at your beck and call.
“please help me cum. i need it, please, baby” he’s full on crying and you’re living off it. seeing him like this, admittedly, gets you sinfully turned on. his red cheeks glistening with every tear that falls. and when he looks up at you with his mouth agape it’s like you’re dreaming.
you test his limits further, “lemme see you hold it a little longer. can you do that for me?” to which he nods with a choked sob-moan. “good boy. you’re always so obedient for me.” and he was. you’re good boy. you lean forward to kiss and lick at his tear stained cheeks which gets him all the more red. his meeks moans send ripples through your core and he’s barely containing himself.
“can i now? can i? i’ve been good, you said so!” he grabs at your arm, gently, and your shirt, pinching the plush of your boob not-so-accidentally. you continue to work him, twisting your wrist and making designated stops at his tip, stimulating the vein that starts right under it. it makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“cum for me, ry” you whisper into his neck as your peppering kisses to it. his face is all twisted, red, and wet when white hot ropes come sputtering out of him. it’s a lot and it gets all over your hands and his thighs. after a few tens of seconds he’s spent and sticky, heavily breathing out ‘thank yous’ like you granted him his one wish willow.
“what do you say about going one more time? with me on top?” you suggest. you guys spend the rest of the night doing “intensive exercise” and expecting noise complaints from ryland’s neighbors.
Bertie and the "i'm too old to feel sexy" wont leave my mind
Would you write something where younger new wife!reader makes baelor feel sexy 👀👀
TOO OLD—modern!Baelor Targaryen
modern!Baelor x younger!wife!reader
content: Baelor declares he is too old to feel sexy, but you think that is utter nonsense.
words: 1.1k
cw: MDNI 18+ sexual references, alcohol, age gap, not proofread as I wrote this on a break from writing my paper, lmk if I missed any
a/n: since i haven’t written shit all week here’s a small baelor fic
Baelor’s fingers drummed against the steering wheel looking to enter for the fifth time. It was monthly girls night, and even the gentleman he had offered to drop you all off and to pick you up once you were ready to leave no matter the time.
He had thought this part of his life was over, especially the older one, but then he had met you. Despite being old enough to more than likely be your father you had been instantly attracted to him.
Also you never did accept when he had tried to be proper turning you down due to the age difference between the pair of you.
You who could still run on four hours of sleep, were in the prime of your life, and could fall and not feel the consequences for the next week. You had wanted him, and the thought still perplexed him, but you learned not to question it any more.
You had texted saying that you and your friends would be out in less than a minute. That was five minutes ago, and he was beginning to worry. He let out a sigh, pulling his keys from ignition before making his way into the bar.
It wasn’t that crowded allowing him to easily spot you and your two friends perched against the bar talking to the female bartender. You had a bright grin on your face, your hands moving widely as he took in your appearance.
You wore a pair of jeans shorts fitted with a black top. It was nothing widely inappropriate, but the small v neck that curved down to your chest still managed to make his mouth water slightly.
Your friend, Alice, a red head around the same age as you poked you in the ribs nodding her head toward him causing you to spin around. Your face lit up further, which he did not know was possible and he felt as if he was standing outside in the hot weather at the warmth that spread through him.
“Baelor!” you exclaimed, practically running into him as you stumbled less than gracefully toward him.
He reacted quickly, arms wrapping around you to stabilize you as you stared up at him. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before dragging him back to the bartender that you had been talking to moments before.
“Oh, meet my new friend Cara! This is my sexy husband I was telling you about,” you gushed grinning up at him as you had won something grand, but he felt as if there was a winner from the pair of you it was definitely him.
He let out a laugh shaking his head, “I am too old to feel sexy.”
Your reaction was immediate. You looked almost offended, and he would have laughed, but he was trying to take you seriously, but was miserably failing.
“Alice! Margaret!” you called, causing your friends to turn toward the pair of you.
“Isn’t Baelor sexy?”
“Extemely! We love Dilfs!” Margaret exclaimed, her words sounding even more slurred than yours, but still just as genuine.
“Yes! You are rocking the salt and pepper!” Alice added in agreement, before they returned to paying their tabs.
A blush spread across Baelor’s cheeks. He opened his mouth a few times, gaping as if he was a fish out of water. “See! You are sexy! You will probably still be in a nursing home being sexy!”
Your laughter filled the air as you moved cupping either side of his cheeks and before he could react your mouth was on his. His hands gravitated toward your hips pulling you flush against him, as he allowed the kiss to progress further into what he was usually comfortable with in public.
But you had just fed his ego, you were gorgeous, and he had such a hard time telling you. He was sure that if you had asked for it he would buy you the city if it was a wish of yours.
“I love you,” you muttered against his mouth, finally needing to pull away for breath. Your chest rising and falling rapdiy against his own as your hand moved to trail across the grey in his beard that you had told him on numerous occasions drove you wild.
“I love you,” he replied, back staring down at you with a fond expression.
“You are the sexiest old man ever,” you then declared, a wide drunken grin filling your beautiful lips as you stared up at him like he had hung the moon.
And you meant, because not only was he good looking, but he was caring. He was generous, and he was an amazing husband.
Your amazing husband.
“Whatver you say, my love,” he told you press to the top of your head. He looked to your two friends who had finished paying, causing him to look down at you, “Have you paid yet?”
“Nope,” you replied, popping the p as you tucked yourself under his arm.
“I got it,” he then assured you, despite you having made no move to gather your own wallet.
You let out a small laugh, pulling yourself from him to face the bartender, “Sexy and is going to pay my tab!” you gushed once more looking at Cara as Baelor fished his wallet from his pocket.
“Can we go get ice cream somewhere, Bae?” you then asked, but he knew you already knew exactly what he would say.
“Of course,” he replied automatically, handing the woman his card to pay off your tab for the evening.
Your eyes lit up, “See! Sexy!”
He handed Cara his card as he turned toward you, “Because I am buying you ice cream.”
“Oh, you are anyways. The ice cream is just an added bonus,” you then moved toward him pushing yourself up on your tip toes causing him to duck his head down toward you, “And when we get home I am going to show you just how sexy you are and how wet I am thinking of you,” you told him nipping his ear lobe.
His eyes widened as he had to look away from you, forcing out a cough as he tried to urge his cock not to harden in his brief, but it was already too late.
He had never driven to get home so fast before, and you made good on your word.
