HEAR ME OUT!!!!! modern aerion except the targ’s are mafia and reader is his baby mama
Thanks for the request! unfortunately super busy rn so couldn't commit to a full fic but here's some thoughts:
CW- 18+, implied violence. implied sex
Everyone had warned you not to get involved with Aerion. His reputation was horrible and he was an arrogant man, but he seemed to have a soft spot for you.
He had become a regular at the 24 hour diner that you worked at, showing up every night at exactly 2AM to order a black coffee and a turkey sandwich. Seeing as you worked the graveyard shift, Aerion became a consistent part of your life. He would ask you questions about your life, compliment the way your legs looked in your yellow uniform, and leave a $100 tip every single time.
When he finally asked you on a date, you immediately accepted his offer. What could possibly go wrong? His white-blonde hair, chiseled jawline, and violet eyes were quite appealing. It had been a long time since a guy had shown so much interest in you, and you were willing to ignore some of his less than ideal traits.
You were strangely drawn to his chaos, especially when it included flashy cars and expensive gifts. The random late night “work meetings” that had him returning home smelling like blood and the occasional attack in the street from a “former associate” was certainly scary, but Aerion distracted you well enough from all of it.
You knew of his family, spoken about in hushed whispers. He was of course involved in shady business, but spoke to you at first only ever of “garbage management.”
The relationship had been a whirlwind, less than one year of dating and Aerion had changed the trajectory of your life. Lavish vacations, shopping sprees, date nights at Michelin star restaurants. Aerion loved showing you off and making sure everyone knew that you were his.
The sex was crazy good, unlike anything you had ever experienced with previous boyfriends. He had unbelievable stamina and a very high sex drive, constantly making excuses to leave somewhere public and return to his house so that he could have you.
Aerion would fuck you in the kitchen, bending you over the counter and pulling down your skirt in quick succession. He would fuck you on the balcony, on his desk, and in the backseat of his car. He covered you with hickies, fingertip shaped bruises, and he always finished inside of you.
When you had gotten pregnant, Aerion proposed immediately. It was the right thing to do of course, but you couldn’t justify marrying a man you had only known for less than a year. You promised that he could remain a part of the baby’s life, and that you wouldn’t say anything to the press. You were more suited to a quiet life out of the public eye, regardless of how much the thrill of Aerion’s world enticed you.
You remained his girlfriend throughout the pregnancy, delivering a healthy baby boy that you agreed to name Maegor, a Targaryen family name. But you broke up shortly after, blaming Aerion’s reckless behavior and constant cruelty to those around him. His illegal activities grew harder to ignore, and you knew that they would one day catch up to him.
Making good on your promise, Aerion and you avoided any sort of formal custody arrangement and you allowed him as much time with your son as he wanted. Aerion adored the boy, showering him with lavish gifts and parading him around at family events.
Although you had broken up with him, Aerion remained obsessed with you. Flowers delivered to your doorstep one a week, dirty words whispered in your ear during drop-off, and subtle touches on your waist that lingered a moment too long.
One night when you were picking up your son, Aerion convinced you to stay for a glass of wine. Maegor was more than content in his playpen, and your ex had declared that you looked too stressed. A bit of wine would raise your spirits, he promised as he lured you into his den.
One glass turned into one bottle, and tears were streaming down your cheeks as you rambled to your ex about your shitty new job and creepy boss. His fingers grazed your face gently, assuring you that things would be taken care of as he texted one of his cousins rather frantically. You were too drunk to realize what he was implying.
Of course you were too drunk to drive home, so Aerion insisted that you stayed in his guest bedroom. He also insisted that he stayed in said bedroom with you, to make sure that you were alright. You gave no protest when he crawled into bed beside you and pressed kisses to your neck. This was Aerion Targaryen after all, and what could go wrong with opening your heart once more to the father of your child?
A fic where you tried to give valarr a love potion but Aerion drinks it instead 😭😭😭😭 (like what one of egg sisters did) (doesn’t need to be sister related could be anything from servant of the castle to random lady etc the ideia is just funny and juicy)
A Fateful Mistake
whoops I took this and RAN with it! probably a bit darker than you had intended?! but thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!
word count- 1,800
c/w- 18+, NON-CON/DUB-CON (reader attempts to drug Valarr and also Aerion doesn't take no for an answer), servant! reader, attempted roofie, smut, rough kissing, biting, blood during sex, fingering, unprotected sex, overall dark themes
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The elixir had cost you half a year’s worth of wages. You had not made this decision lightly, seeing as even visiting the woman who was known to brew such a mix was an incredible risk. Being seen in the dim-lit apothecary in the depths of Flea Bottom would lose you your job. But you had gone through with it, and now you stood in the kitchens with the slim glass vial in between your fingers.
The flagon of wine in front of you was an Arbor Gold, the favorite of Prince Valarr. Beside it lay two golden gauntlets encrusted with deep blue sapphires. You would ensure that a different serving girl was the one to bring the tray to his room, so that no one would ever suspect such a thing. His sudden and passionate feelings for you would confuse everyone, but who would dare to deny an heir to the throne when he declared his intentions to marry you?
You glanced around the kitchen once more to make certain you were alone, before twisting off the cork of the vial. The liquid was pale and shimmery, filling the container almost completely to the brim. Slipping a small kitchen knife out from the apron of your dress, you stared at it for a moment before taking a deep breath and pressing its sharp tip into the pad of your thumb. Thick droplets of crimson blood began to swell from the cut. You held the wound over the vial, allowing your blood to mix with the liquid.
The woman had instructed you specifically on what you must do to ensure that the potion would work, putting emphasis on this last step to ensure that Valarr would indeed fall in love with you and not some noblewoman who happened to cross his path. You emptied the vial into the flagon of wine, watching the liquids condense with one another for a moment before quickly fleeing the scene.
Valarr had caught your eye quite some time ago. He was perfect; a young prince who was courageous and kind and beautiful in every sense of the word. He had smiled at you once, his mismatched eyes meeting yours as you placed a tray on the table in front of him. You had not been able to think of any one else since, your thoughts and dreams consumed with the dark-haired prince. But what would he want with a girl like you, a kitchen servant with the surname Waters?
If your plan worked, your life would change in a way that was unimaginable. You would be a princess, and the wife of a Targaryen. If you were caught, you would be killed or perhaps sent to the Silent Sisters if granted mercy. As you tossed and turned beneath the covers of your cold bed within the servants quarters, you found comfort in knowing that either way, it would be your last night sleeping there.
You awoke early the next morning, taking extra time to brush your hair and smooth out your uniform before heading upstairs to the wing of the Keep where the Prince’s chambers were located. You had planned to wait outside of Valarr’s chambers until he awakened, pretending to be busy dusting various statues in the hall. But you had been stationed for less than a minute before the sound of a door opening made your back stiffen in anticipation.
“The hour is quite early for someone such as yourself to be sulking in front of my chambers,” the Prince tells you sternly. It is not your dark-haired Prince who has greeted you, but his cousin.
Prince Aerion stands before you now, dressed in riding clothes with a longsword attached to his belt. His purple eyes stare down at you, examining you as if you are a rare jewel rather than one of many servant girls within the castle. Fire burns from his gaze, causing the gaping pit in your stomach to suddenly sink. In his hand, he holds a familiar sapphire-studded gauntlet.
“Apologies, My Prince. I-,” you stammer with uncertainty, the weight of his presence being too much to bear. “I did not intend to disturb you.”
“But you have, darling. In more ways than one.” He leans forward, narrowing the gap between the two of you as his eyes rake down your body. “What is your name?”
You speak it to him, your voice a mere whisper. You realize what has happened, although you are not sure how. Aerion had not been the intended target, but clearly a mistake had been made. You would never dare to ensnare this prince, the one known by all for his derangement and cruelty.
“I dreamt of you last night. A dream more vivid than any of the ones my foolish brother will proclaim to have.” His face is mere inches from yours now, you can see the whites of his eyes and smell the wine on his breath. “I saw you, walking through a wall of fire and smoke and appearing before me unburnt.”
“You must be mistaken, my Prince. I am no one of importance,” you tell him nervously as you stare at his boots. You feel a touch against your chin, Aerion’s two fingers lifting your head so that you are face-to-face with him once again.
“No. I dreamt of you and now I have awoken to find you outside of my chambers. The Gods have delivered you to me.” He speaks like a Septon but looks at you with the eyes of a craven man. You stay silent, trembling and clammy as the weight of your carelessness comes crashing down on you.
His hands ensnare your waist before you can blink, and he has pulled you into his chambers before an exhale has even left your lips. And then his lips are pressed against yours, possessively claiming your mouth as his tongue pushes inside of it. Aerion tears at the bodice of your dress, ripping the fabric like it is nothing more than a sheet of parchment before discarding the garment to the floor.
You try to plead with him, but your cries are met by deaf ears. You are helpless as he holds your arms pinned against the wall, biting your neck and marking you as his. His erection already begins to press against your thighs and causes you to shudder.
“You are destined for great things my darling, but first you will be mine,” he declares as he lifts you suddenly, moving you quickly to his bed of silk sheets and soft feather pillows. His knees press your legs open as his greedy hands find your breasts, tugging at your nipples and eliciting a whimper to slip from your lips.
“Please, my Prince! You have mistaken me for another, please leave me be!” you attempt to reason. Aerion’s violet irises dance wildly as he laughs, pinning you down with one strong arm as he unlaces his breeches with his free hand.
“You drive me mad with lust when you plead like that,” he groans. His cock springs free from its constraints, the tip red and throbbing. “Use my name instead, and perhaps I will be gentle with you.”
He is a menacing sight, with silver hair and purple eyes that mark him as a Valyrian beast rather than a man. But the way his forearms flex as he runs his fingers across your skin, and the slight hitch of his breath as he speaks to you causes heat to rise within you.
“Aerion,” you whisper, testing his reaction. His movements still as he watches you carefully. “Please.” You are unsure what you want from him; you want him to leave but a part of you cannot help but be attracted to this dangerous man.
“Good girl,” he praises you, slipping two fingers between your legs, caressing your folds for a second before forcefully pressing into your cunt. Aerion resumes his attack on your neck, teeth breaking your skin as his lips bruise it. You are gasping now, overwhelmed by the sensation of his fingers pumping deep inside of you.
His fingers are quickly replaced by his cock, breaching you quickly and allowing your body no time to adjust to his size. You cry out in pain at the intrusion, but he silences you with a firm hand clasped over your mouth.
“Shhh, I know you want this. You have been dreaming of me, as I have of you,” Aerion assures you. The pace of his thrusts are brutal, stretching you open and staking his claim on your body.
“Please stop—Aerion, you must!” Your pleas are ignored, and instead he pins your arms down into the mattress as he sinks his teeth into the divet between your neck and collarbone. You feel a sharp pain, and Aerion begins to lap at the blood he has drawn, smearing it across your chest like a wild beast.
“You will take all of me, and you shall love me as I love you. You will never escape my love.” Aerion speaks of love but it is a fire of possession and obsession that has taken root in him, which the woman had warned you was a risk. A risk you had been willing to take for Valarr, but had not been prepared to deal with in this sort of way, with this sort of man.
He brings his lips to yours, making you taste your own blood on his tongue. The hand pressing into your wrist shifts upwards to grab at your fingers, and you feel a tinge of pain as the healing cut on your thumb is torn open. Aerion draws out each thrust, bringing his cock out of you fully before sheathing completely inside. A string of whimpers and pleas fall from your lips, incoherent and unimportant to him.
As his pace begins to quicken, his violet eyes catch sight of the flood dripping down your thumb, a crimson trail that is irresistible. He brings it to his mouth, sucking harshly causing the nerves in your wrist to throb. His other hand presses into your stomach, feeling the way that his cock is pushing against your insides.
When his pace quickens and his hips stutter, he bites down on your thumb before spilling inside of you, painting your womb with his seed. You can feel your pulse racing, throbbing particularly hard in the points of your thumb and collarbone. Aerion remains hovering above you, pulling your chin towards him so as to force you to meet his gaze.
“You will never leave my side. I will make you my Queen, even if I must set the world ablaze to do so.” His words sound prophetic, but his tenor is filled with derangement.
You gulp heavily, realizing the weight of your mistake as the prince brings your bloodied thumb to his face, marking a cross onto his forehead, forever tying you to him.
Thinking of maybe valarr sister who was supposed to be married to him but Aerion takes her virginity in the dragon pit (?) the place in the redkeep where the dragon bones are and then the family is like ahhhh shit
Thanks so much for the ask! Not gonna lie, I had to re-watch some HOTD episodes to remember the vibes of the dragon pit lol. Hope you enjoy!
word count- 841
warnings- loss of virginity, coercion, talk of arranged marriage, rough sex, biting, Targcest Aerion and reader both like dragons a little too much
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“We shouldn’t be here Aerion,” you tell your cousin as he drags you out of the tunnel into the cave that once housed the most fearsome beasts known to man. Dragons have been gone for quite some time, so the Dragonpit has not been unkempt in any way. The platform that you are standing on is chipped and crumbling, bones of prey animals such as goats and pigs line the dirt pit, and the smell of sulfur lingers in the air.
You have never been here before, as you had no taste for the macabre. Aerion seemed to be a frequent visitor, his posture relaxed as he guided you around. He never seemed to display any sort of nervousness, which Valarr told you was simply carelessness. But you thought your brother was wrong about your cousin; Aerion definitely cared about some things.
“Relax, little cousin. No one will find us here,” he tells you. “Is it not exciting to walk in this place where dragons once lived?” His eyes focus on yours, and it appears as if flames are flickering from within him. Aerion has always been rather passionate about the dragons.
“I suppose so. It would be quite wonderful to have been able to claim one,” you tell him as you step over a dead rat. Aerion raises a brown as he takes your arm in his.
“There is nothing that I want more than to claim a dragon, a very specific one in fact,” he tells you, his tone eerie and unfamiliar to you. “Do you think that your brother has a similar desire?”
“Valarr? No, he is more interested in politics than dragons,” you tell Aerion and he laughs coldly. His fingers brush against your arm, sending shivers across your body. His skin is always so hot, as if a flame burns inside of him.
“He is not a suitable match for you,” Aerion says sharply, causing you to sigh.
“I do not wish to speak about that.” He is referencing the betrothal that your father has decided upon. Ever since he made the announcement a fortnight ago, Aerion has been inflamed. He has always made his intentions with you rather clear, and you suppose he feels that he has been slighted.
You love your brother, but you are not sure if you want to marry him. The decision is not yours to make however, so you have accepted it with all the grace that you can manage. But, a part of you remained uncertain.
Aerion tightens his grip on your arm, making you aware of the anger that boils beneath him. He pulls you to his chest, and you instinctively lean into his touch.
“No one will stop me from taking what I want. My father and yours are fools if they believe that I will allow you to marry Valarr,” he asserts before pressing his lips to yours in a hostile kiss.
Aerion takes the lead, darting his tongue out to meet yours as his hands grip your waist. He tastes like smoke and you find yourself melting beneath his touch, puddling underneath his hold on you.
Before you know it, your back is pressed against a rough slab of stone and Aerion has wrapped your legs around his waist. You can feel his erection pressing against you as he starts to push up your skirts.
“We shouldn’t do this, Aerion,” you whisper in protest as he sucks at the spot where your neck meets your collarbones. You know that this is wrong, but it feels so good. You have never been able to deny Aerion anything, and you know that you will ultimately give in to what he wants. But nonetheless, you attempt to voice your concerns. “If my father finds out-”
“Everyone will find out. They will know that you are mine,” he tells you as he bites down on your neck, making you shudder. “Our Gods have decreed it to be so, who are you to tempt fate?”
He unlaces his breeches before gathering your skirts to rest above your waist. When he presses inside of you, the pain is overwhelming. You claw at his arms as your body adjusts to his, panting desperately against his neck.
“You ought to relish in the pain. Many desire to be claimed by a dragon,” he taunts as his pace quickens, hips snapping against yours brutally.
As Aerion stains himself with the blood of your maidenhead, you note once again the lingering smell of sulfur in the air. A century ago, the ferocious beasts of your house resided in this very cave. Winged creatures of fire and blood, who took what they wanted and bowed to no one. How different is the blood coursing beneath your veins than what ran through Syrax, or Vhagar, or Meraxes?
“I will tell your father what I have done, and he will have no choice but to wed you to me,” Aerion tells you coarsely. “We will emerge from the dragon pit as one, born again amidst fire and smoke.”
challengers hotel scene but with both valarr and aerion and they are lowkey competitive to see who can get more reactions
this is the BEST request I have ever gotten omg. anyone read Duplicity back in 2020? Remember the scene with Niall and Harry? That's also what this reminded me of lol
word count- 715
warnings- suggestive, making-out, groping
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You had never been close to your boyfriend’s cousin. As long as you had known Valarr, he had spoken of Aerion with little regard. He had called him a fool, a coward, a cruel man, a selfish bastard, and many other poor characters that had made you completely avoid the man. But all of that changed when you met him for the first time, during a trip to the Targaryen Summer Estate.
Valarr had planned the vacation several months ago, ensuring that none of his other family members had plans to be there on this specific weekend. Your favorite ice cream had been stocked in the fridge, an itinerary set that involved all sorts of exciting activities, and fresh flowers decorating the entire estate. It came as a surprise to both of you when you were greeted upon your arrival by the sound of Aerion’s modified exhaust.
At first you had been annoyed; who wouldn’t be by their boyfriend’s cousin interrupting a romantic weekend getaway? But once you realized that he had absolutely no plans of leaving, you convinced Valarr that it was better to be civil. You allowed him to share the wine that you had brought, dealt him into your game of cards on the patio, and made an extra plate of pasta for him while cooking.
By the third night at the Estate, the three of you had become rather close. An entire bottle of whiskey had been finished, secrets had been spilled, and a challenge had been raised. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, adjusting the straps of your blue dress as both of the boys pressed kisses to your neck. Valarr was seated on your left, his hand pressed to your thigh as his lips traced a sensitive spot right beneath your ear. His kisses were feather-light and soft, a stark contrast to his cousin’s.
Aerion was on your right, hands clawing at your waist as his hot mouth traced taunting circles on your neck, teeth grazing your skin every so often. Loud music echoed through the air, a bluetooth speak that had been disregarded downstairs. When the song switched over to what was certainly something from Aerion’s playlist, his lips quickly travelled upwards to meet yours in a wet and vicious kiss.
You grabbed at his neck and chin, pulling him closer and completely forgetting about the other man seated besides you. Something about Aerion was intoxicating and dangerous, his touch causing your flesh to prickle and your stomach to flutter.
“She’s my girlfriend, you know,” Valarr mumbles as he pulls you back toward him, breaking your kiss with Aerion and instead drawing your lips to his. His kiss is equally passionate, but with less teeth and more tongue. Valarr’s ministrations make your knees weak; his touch is familiar to you but it feels more fervent somehow.
“Don’t be greedy, cousin,” Aerion tells him coldly before bringing his mouth to your neck and beginning to suck on the tender skin. “I think she likes me better, and she’s yet to see all that I have to offer.” His hand began kneading the flesh of your thigh, making you gasp as his nails dug into your leg.
“Oh yeah? Bet I can make her moan louder than you,” Valarr challenges. Your eyes snap open, meeting his in heated curiosity. Is he proposing what you think he is?
Before you can say anything, your boyfriend runs two fingers across your waist, then trailing lower to your hip bone to grab at the waistband of your skirt. His hand slips underneath, brushing against your lacy panties.
“Should we let Aerion go first? Or do you want us both at the same time?” Valarr’s eyes darken as he speaks to you. Aerion continues suckling on your neck, allowing his hand to crawl further up your thigh.
“Valarr,” you command suddenly, tilting away from him and tapping the other side of your neck. “Whoever can kiss me better gets to fuck me first,” you decide. At this, Valarr immediately leans in and presses his hot mouth to your neck, while Aerion bites down on the other side of it. Heat pools in your stomach as you close your eyes and tilt your head backwards, letting the two of them take charge.
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a/n- (I went out this past weekend with my friend and one of his coworkers, and at one point in the night she found a second man to recreate this scene with them. like she was fr going up to guys and asking if they had seen challengers. it was so iconic and the photos are so sexy but unfortunately I cannot post them because I do not want to dox her)
Imagine meeting modern au aerion on love island LMAOAOAOAOO
Oh my god this is the best request everrrr! Wasn’t planning on watching the new season because I can never watch on time and coworkers always spoil it for me, but now I might have to! Here’s my thoughts:
First of all, the chances of Aerion even getting on the show are low. As soon as his casting gets announced, his brothers, ex-girlfriends, and probably even his father would be contacting TMZ with problematic videos of him in hopes that he gets removed
Aerion ONLY wears red or black swim trunks with the Targaryen house crest on them. Some older members of his family are upset that he would disgrace their house with an appearance on such a scandalous dating show, but he gives zero fucks.
In the first coupling up ceremony, Aerion would absolutely be first pick if the ladies had the choice during that season. His family name, perfect body, and nonchalant attitude would make him seem so mysterious
He would absolutely be the main villain of the season. In fact, that would be his game plan from the get-go. If there was a female villain, I could see him not liking being paired with her because she takes the attention away from him.
You enter as a Bombshell in week 4, and Aerion is immediately so down bad. He’s sick of all the other Islander’s bullshit. You chose to pair up with someone else initially, but he ensures he is paired with you by constantly talking about you, allowing the camera to catch him staring in your direction, and talking shit about the man you’ve paired up with.
During a kissing challenge, Aerion causes drama by refusing to complete it with his partner and insisting on you. The kiss goes on much longer than needed, his tongue prodding at your mouth and teeth biting down on your bottom lip as he pulls your head closer to his and pushes his knee in between your legs.
The viewers are so enticed by this, that they vote to pair the two of you up, whilst eliminating your previous partner.
The two of you get sent to the Hideaway, and things get steamy quick. So much so that the majority of the footage cannot be shown, but viewers take note of the hickeys scattered across your neck and collarbones when you leave the next morning.
During Casa Amor week, the producers keep trying to pair Aerion with a new girl, but he makes it clear that he isn’t interested. In the ladies Villa, you are paired up with a charming new suitor who the viewers begin to ship you with, but this doesn’t last long
Aerion bribes an assistant producer to use his phone, then sends out inflammatory tweets about your new bae, which go insanely viral. Surely enough, he is voted out and Aerion has you all to himself again.
The two of you are once again solidified as fan-favorites, and the envelopes handed to you during the final episode. Aerion gets the grand prize, you the blank card. He passes his envelope to you, loudly stating that he doesn’t need money from this “stupid TV show”.
He got what he was really after, a pretty girl on his arm and public attention. The press goes insane once they realize that the two of you do in fact stay together after the show, and a large diamond ring appears on your finger less than three months after filming ends
(Daeron watched every single episode, originally with the intention to vote Aerion out every single week. But he slowly starts to root for the two of you after the Hideaway.)
Drug dealer Modern Aerion who you hooked up with for weed once and is now always intertwined somehow ?
I fucking LOVE this idea! As someone who had a two year situationship with a guy I first met via buying weed from him, this really spoke to my soul. Longer fic coming soon but here is a short background:
- Drug Dealer! Aerion was first introduced to you by a mutual friend. You had mentioned wishing you could smoke, and she immediately brought him up. You knew of Aerion Targaryen; one of the campus nepo-babies that you had seen at several house parties and sat across from in Physics class your freshman year. You knew he had a reputation for being a womanizer, a frequent partier, and an overall “bad boy”
- But your desire to secure an 8th overpowered your want to avoid him, so you added his number to your phone and texted him late one night, inquiring about his prices.
-He responded back immediately, demanding you send a photo so he knew you weren’t a cop. You sent back a photo of you in your current state; on your bed and wearing a tight crop-top and sweatpants. He texted back what strains he currently had and where you could meet him.
-You walked down the street to the parking lot outside of a 24 hour convenience store that was known for selling cheap booze. Aerion pulled up in his flashy sports car, rolling down the window and pushing back his sun glasses. He took one long look at you before demanding that you get into the car, claiming that it was “less suspicious” this way.
-He handed you a baggie of weed, asking if you knew how to roll a joint or if he needed to do it for you. The car reeked of cigarettes and Dior Savage, but you shyly nodded you head and took up his offer.
-Aerion pulls a rolling tray out of his glovebox, one that is brandished with a red dragon. He asks you about your classes, your major, and your friends as he rolls for you. He offers the paper to you, asking saying that it needs saliva in order ti stick properly. His mouth is too dry, or else he would do it himself he assured you. His deep purple eyes watch intensely as you lick the edges of the sheet.
-Once he’s finished, you reach into your purse to grab the $20 bill you had set aside, only to notice that it is missing.
-“Well, I suppose that this one is one me, seeing as you are first time customer and all. But if you want me to roll the rest of this 8th, I may require another form of payment from you, pretty girl,” he tells you as he squeezes your knee.
-You know that you should call your roommate and ask her to bring the money, but instead you find yourself bringing your face closer to his, allowing your lips to meet in a sloppy kiss as his hand creeps up your thigh…
(Lmfao I was such a delinquent teenager, I remember once I had texted two different plugs and they BOTH showed up to my house at the same time. I hopped in one car and then the other and told my parents they were giving me “notes for class”)
I like the idea of maybe a lady who grew up in court with the targs or is a cousin of something and Aerion and her have sex in the dragon pit of the castle
This one should be perfect for this request as well!! I love how everyone agrees that Aerion would be having sex in the dragon pit lol
