perv! valarr who just can't stop jerking off to you >⩊<!
꒰ঌ akotsk ⸺ masterlists ⸺ aerion ໒꒱
valarr sat on the very edge of the bed, leaning heavily on one arm while the other gripped his cock with a fierce, greedy hunger.
his trousers were pushed down, baring the full extent of his arousal. the room was dark, save for the moonlight that fell across him, marking the way his chest heaved with ragged breath.
he looked wretched: his hair was a mess, a flush burned on his cheeks, and his eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
valarr knew it was wrong.
he knew better than to give in to such unforgivable sin.
he promised himself he would be better than the rest. better than those lecherous lords who had nothing in their heads but thoughts of some new whore's tits.
but he held back for so long. every time he saw you, he simply offered a sweet smile, enduring the unbearable ache and the urge to rub himself against you right then and there.
all lads his age did it, was he truly not allowed to sin just once?
his cock was heavy, flushed with blood and hot in his grasp. it looked almost daunting ⸺ skin stretched tight, veins standing out, the head was wet with pre-cum, slicking his fingers.
he let his hand slide down slow. his fingers touched the heated, throbbing flesh almost shyly, near reverent.
he felt shame for the way his hands trembled, but the image of you ⸺ breathless, skin damp, loose strands of hair clinging to your face ⸺ burned away what little sense he had left.
he barely held back a loud groan when skin met skin. at first it was slow, teasing strokes — his palm moving from the base all the way up.
“seven hells…” he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut as the image of you at the feast came back to him.
you were dancing at the center of it all, and the way the silk of your dress clung to your hips had made his own twitch in answer.
the hem of your gown had lifted higher than it ought. he had near came right there in his — bloody expensive ones, stitched with gold — breeches.
he remembered how you smiled at him — innocent, so true — thinking he was some sort of saint.
it near made him laugh, how wrong you were. you thought him different, didn’t you? better than those lords?
he remembered the way he’d spoken to you, all righteous, claiming he despised men who saw women as nothing but objects of desire.
what a hypocrite he was. every time you came close, every time your scent hit him, he grew just as hard and hungry as any other man.
you looked at him like he was something better, some ideal — a proper gentleman, above all this foul man-greed.
if you could see him now — legs spread, breath unsteady, gaze clouded, his cock so hard it ached.
would you be disgusted? or would you shrink back in horror at the perv hiding behind that mask of politeness? he didn't know.
his hand moved faster, rougher now, his fist working up and down, the sound of skin on flesh seeming far too loud in the quiet.
valarr arched his back, his hips jerking forward into nothing, and he near wanted to weep with how badly he wished he was inside you.
he pictured you on your knees before him, looking up at him while he did it.
“yes... like that, mghmm, please, please — ” his voice came out hoarse, nothing like before ⸺ low, rough, almost animal.
he saw all those times you looked at him with those bright eyes, never knowing your neck scarf was hidden away in his chambers, and that he breathed it in every night, or that he knew that one crack in your bathing chamber.
he imagined lifting your skirts right there at the feast. he saw himself taking you from behind, rough, gripping your hair, forcing your back to arch.
his hand moved at a frantic pace, he barely felt his fingers anymore — only that growing, unbearable heat low in his belly.
"fuuuuccckk — haaaaah, nnnh...so good ⸺" valarr threw his head back, his neck drawn tight, the veins standing out clear.
his hips started jerking forward on their own, he was bloody well swiving the air, picturing your warm mouth or your ⸺ he was certain of it ⸺ sweet pussy in place of his palm.
just a few more sharp, desperate tugs of his fist, fingers squeezing his flushed cock until they went white, and he came, shuddering through a hard, overwhelming release.
his seed stained his palms, his belly, and the sheets in thick, hot spurts.
and the next day, when you gave him that innocent smile and took his hand, you had no notion of what that hand had been doing.
a knight of the seven kingdoms masterlist ──── ❤︎
⋆˚࿔ all
· talking about you in the gc ──── ft. valarr, daeron, aerion and dunk.
doing the #ihatemybf trend ⸺ ft. baelor, maekar, valrarr, daeron, aerion, dunk .
calling them by their government names
⋆˚࿔ valarr
· perv! valarr who just can't stop jerking off to you
babytrapping needy!valarr ⸺ when your father sent you with one simple task — seduce the crown prince, the future king — you did not think it would be this easy.
⋆˚࿔ daeron
· daeron as a changed! girl dad ⸺ his daughter’s born and he realizes he needs to change for her.
⋆˚࿔ baelor
· yes, professor? ⸺ when your university assigns a new law professor, you can’t resist anymore.
just re-read can you play ken and their dynamic is so funny like you got one overly practical kinda giving me neurotypical vibes just being lowkey freak4freak with aerion
i imagine their future where the friend group is still wary and the two of them holding their kids are just like “how many more of this do you need for proof?”
yes !! and when they finally get used to the fact that aerion didn’t threaten you, didn’t force you, and definitely didn’t replace your brain — they’ll just start getting tired of how disgustingly sweet you two are 😭
once they're all just chilling at a bbq, and my girl tanselle goes like, “girl, I seriously can’t believe you decided to make ANOTHER blond little menace with that same annoyed face.”
And Dunk just goes, “dude you keep saying you’re working all the time, but I’m pretty sure you’re busy doing literally anything but work.”
and you’re just standing there all flustered, cheeks all red, not knowing where to look, while he’s got that smug, proud look on his face — then just leans in and kisses you right in front of everyone, while your kids are running around on the playground.
and your daughter just yells, “ew manners, papa!”
like… honestly, can you even blame him? man just can’t keep his hands off his wife
Loved your recent work with the healer! I hate to be that person but i’m wondering if there’ll be a part two?
thank you !! it's completely okay to ask if there will be a second part or when a certain work/chapter will be released — just make sure to be polite 🫶🏻🩷
actually it was supposed to be one-shot with an open ending but since a lot of people are asking i think i'll write second part but still not sure
i write for all the fandoms mentioned on my blog only m x fem!reader
.˚★ cheating / owd ⸺ in any form, even if it benefits the main couple. just not my thing.
.˚★ incest ⸺ except in universes where it’s canonically acceptable (like targaryens etc). in modern settings — absolutely not.
.˚★ “she falls harder” ⸺ i can write reader falling first, but mc will never love the man more than he loves her. i'm a firm believer that a relationship only works if the man is more obsessed.
SA ⸺ physically cannot write this. no judgement to authors who do, it’s just a hard boundary for me.
.˚★ strict canon accuracy for evil men
if you’re looking for 100% canon accuracy — this isn't the place for you.
there will still be canon elements in their actions, but i'm prioritising the chemistry over a character being unnecessarily cruel.
Wahhhh, I just found out that you’re Turkish! so English isn’t your first language, right? How are your writings SO good omg?? Any tips?? Do you like have a secret method or something? Cause I also wanna start writing. Like I can read English stories and understand them fine, but when it comes to actually writing I just can’t 😭 Pls reveal your secret!!! It’s so frustrating having so many plot ideas in my head but not being able to put them into words because of the language barrier 😭
first of all, thank you so much! 💌
yes, english is my third language! honestly, i grew up in a household where i was basically forced to learn english from a really young age, and dostoevsky & classical literature were like the bare minimum. i had to reread war and peace in english three times 😭
but i totally get you! went through the same thing at the beginning and it’s totally normal. it’s because we’re used to consuming things that are already made, and our brain handles that easily, unlike when we have to create something from scratch ourselves, especially in a language that isn’t our native one.
i don’t really have a specific method that i strictly follow, i usually just go with the flow when an idea hits, but i wanna share a few tips that helped me before:
if you're having troubles writing a full or complex sentence, start with the simplest version and slowly build it up, adding details bit by bit. for example:
he looked at you → he looked at you with a bitter smirk → he looked at you with a bitter smirk, leaning against the doorframe → he looked at you with a bitter smirk, leaning against the doorframe, no longer recognizing the person you used to be.
it’ll take a lot of time at first, but with consistent practice it’ll eventually help you write descriptions, emotions, and character actions way more easily.
if you don’t know a word, i’d suggest using a dictionary instead of a translator — especially one that explains the meaning in english.
the thing is, we all come from different cultures, and when a word gets translated into our language, the context can shift a bit. so how we use it might not always match how it’s actually used in its original meaning.
for synonyms, i use this
to keep your writing from sounding too plain, i’d suggest combining a few sentences into one. but yeah, that can be kinda hard for us bilinguals, so at first you can write everything separately.
you opened the chamber door.
you saw the prince.
he was lying on the ground, covered in blood.
it was his blood.
he fought the lords to defend your honor. ⤵︎
you opened the chamber door with trembling hands and saw him — the prince, lying on the ground, his clothes soaked in blood that you knew was his, not the lords’ he had just fought moments ago to defend your honor.
for some people, sentences like this might feel too heavy, but i personally prefer this style, so it really just comes down to what you like.
tbh just write down all your thoughts and ideas. the first draft is just for getting everything out and shaping the general picture — it doesn’t need complex sentence structures or anything like that. you can always add that later when you go back and edit it.
and most importantly, just have fun and write whatever you want! don’t stress about mistakes, they’re totally normal and fine. anyone who says otherwise is a loser 😋
I can only imagine how happy Maekar is after the events in Can you play Ken? I love themmmmm sooo much
OMG YES .
he is SO relieved he thanks you every family dinner; you are literally his daughter and he swears he loves you more than he loves aerion.
imagine spending your whole life thinking your son would end up either a junkie or unemployed, and instead he has a beautiful family he loves more than anything, a company he’s finally keeping afloat (actually letting him and baelor rest for once), and he’s finally found happiness
if you are taking requests in the 'can you play ken?' verse, i would love to see more of aerion x reader from other characters' pov. the part in chapter 5 where duncan is like "dude everyone from the newbie to your dad knows you love her" is sooooooooo 😮💨
currently working on this one, it looks perfect 💆🏻♀️🩶
now that i'm successfully done with midterms i'll look into requests one by one! please do not spam me, i see everything & your requests are great and i'll most certainly write most of them, just in turn
