#rottenbites

[rottenbites]

MISSIONARY SO WE CAN CONTINUE ARGUING

PAIRING: aerion targaryen x fem!reader

DESCRIPTION: your husband is stubborn, steel headed, and way too arrogant for his own good; such an amazing feat that you are exactly the same way

SMUT WARNING: 18 plus, minors do not interact, p in v sex, missionary, explicit arguing and language, aerion and reader are complete menaces ;)

NATASHA SPEAKS: sorry this is a day late, bday activities got the best of me😔

“shut up and just fuck me.”

the argument hadn’t started out like this; it had started nasty and violent. words thrown like blades, furniture flipped and tossed across the room. it wasn’t uncommon for you and aerion, the aftermath always what you looked forward too.

each time the two of you butted heads, it always ended with aerion on top of you, rutting his hips furiously into yours as a way to blow off steam. tonight was no different, those six words spoken opening a floodgate of rough passion and clawing desire.

passion and anger had bubbled like a hot stove. according to aerion, you had stared at a lord for far too long at a feast, rendering the dragon prince to follow you back to your shared chambers and accuse you of flirting around behind his back. when you denied, and aerion had called you a ‘silken whore’, that’s when objects started getting thrown.

“what the fuck?!” aerion had yelled when you chucked a candlestick at his head, your eyes blazing with fire as you reached for a quill pot. “you insane woman! how much ale have you drank?”

a scoff had broken from your lips, the quill pot going flying before aerion side swept it. “are you insane? you called me a whore! when i was just conversing!”

aerion wasn’t backing down, and after you had spoken, a large smirk broke out into a grin, tilting his head like a feline. it was all mocking; a flicker in his eye. a uplift of his cheek. “well, don’t deny it. you were exuding some whorish tendencies.”

a harsh breath broke from your lips, your eyes blazing violently before you had reached for the chair behind the desk, hurling it at aerion’s head. the man in question had yelped, dropping to the floor as the chair smacked against the stone wall. you reached for more items on the desk, throwing them at aerion with a slick precision. he had stayed on the floor, scowling at you with stormy eyes and a sneer that could kill.

“you psychotic bitch,” aerion had yelled, laying flat on his stomach as to not get hit by your onslaught of assault. “you could be beheaded for this!”

“behead me, aerion! i fucking dare you!”

as fiery as the argument was, it still ended with you underneath your belligerent husband, his dominant hand wrapped around your throat, softly pushing into your pulse point as he drilled his cock into your tight walls, leaving you a whimpering and moaning mess.

somehow, aerion had crawled from his splayed position on the floor to your feet, placing rough bites on your hips as he cradled himself against your frame. you knew it was his sick way of apologizing, but even as mad as you were, you couldn’t help but pull him up into a kiss.

“look at you,” aerion sneered, his thumb digging deeper into your neck. “a mess for your princely husband. does the dragon entice you, wife?”

“shut the fuck up, aerion,” you bit out, nails biting into the pale blondes biceps. “you’re the furthest thing from a dragon.”

you could see the cords in aerion’s throat work at your words, his jaw clenching as he clamped down harder on your throat, briefly cutting off your airway. “i’m not a dragon, huh? than what seed is about to thicken your womb? what blood is our babe going to be made of?” when you didn’t answer, aerion leaned down and bit your collar bone, a yelp leaving your lips. “answer me, wife. or i won’t let you finish.”

a wicked smirk took over aerion’s face as his thrusts became slower, drawing out the orgasm you so desperately yearned for. wrapping your legs around his waist, you dug your heels into aerion’s back, pulling him closer into you with a grunt. aerion sneered, trying to pull away. you weren’t having it though, pushing him further into you.

“don’t you fucking dare.” you seethed, the push and pull arousing you more than you’d like to admit.

“stop fighting me,” aerion snapped, hands grabbing the underside of your thighs in a vice grip, pulling you against him with a steely hold. “i call the shots now, sweetling.”

his thrusts became slow. languid. a soft roll of his hips leaving each in and out to make you moan loudly. you could see aerion grinning at the noise you were making, his ego probably bursting at the thought of people being able to hear how good he was making you feel.

“that’s it,” aerion drew out, continuing the rolling of his hips. “yell for me. let everyone in the seven kingdoms know who’s fucking you this good.”

a broken scoff tore from your lips, the propriety of aerion’s words sending heat of anger through your veins. his arrogance and superiority complex always made you mad, the way he believed he was better than most and that his shit probably smelt like fucking roses. it all pissed you off, and as he continued to fuck you, that anger started to brew.

that anger started making you feel more aroused, and with a final rough thrust from aerion, you found yourself coming through a loud cry, your teeth clenched as that rage you felt towards your husband simmered down.

aerion smirked, slowing his thrusts down as he rode you through your high. “good girl,” he cooed, all mocking and widened grins. “come for me, all over my cock.”

“i hate you.” the words came out in a fiery whine, leaving aerion’s smirk to grow.

“i hate you two, darling dragon.”

[lilyswritings]

oh the way i have just stumbled upon steel & silk and i am OBSESSED!!!! ur writing is phenomenal and i genuinely haven’t read a good enemies to lovers like this in a hot second… the banter, the tension, chapter six as a whole… oh sedate me cause i need more

ugh, thank you darling !! and unfortunately no, i will not sedate you, because we're just starting to get into the really good shit now.... !!

[rottenbites]

NECTAR OF INNOCENCE

PAIRING: valarr targaryen x fem!reader

DESCRIPTION: the sweet honey of innocence flows through the young prince valarr and his beloved wife, the two a blissful pairing of unawareness

SMUT WARNING: 18 plus, minors do not interact, oral (fem receiving), valarr cums in his pants😛

NATASHA SPEAKS: based on this post by the lovely @sansaorgana bc i loved how innocent valarr and reader were and needed to do smth with it

the chamber smelt of burning oils and fresh summer air from the open window, your arms starting to grow goosebumps from the chill. or maybe it was the nerves of having to give birth in only a couple of morrows, you weren’t really sure. though, you did know that the way valarr looked pacing before the end of the bed was absolutely ravishing.

his tunic was a tad bit rumpled from the way he was tugging at his collar, the nerves radiating off of his body in waves. his hair was a tangled mess, the honey brown strands poking out in every which way, his silver streak prominently on display.

“valarr,” you whispered, his name on your lips like a prayer. he turned to you with big puppy eyes, nails digging into the skin of his palms. “stop pacing, my love. you’re going to sand a hole into the stone.”

your husband halted in his hurried steps, turning so he could face where you laid on the bed. your hand rested delicately on your big bump, the babe in your stomach a couple of morrows away from being born. valarr smiled softly at the way your chemise curved around your stomach, though his brow furrowed when his brain thought back to his previous ailment.

throughout your marriage, both you and valarr had been rather… unbeknownst, to say the least. when you had first started courting him, you were pure as the driven snow, your maiden hood intact and your mind blissfully unaware of any raunchy ailments. valarr was the exact same, never having gone to a brothel or having participated in any sexual activities. he always told himself that he was going to wait till he married the right lady, not wanting to soil himself for his future bride.

when you two started courting, it was like love at first sight. valarr clicked with you instantly, and you felt the exact same way towards him. you two had your first kiss together underneath a willow tree the night before your arrangement, not wanting your first time together to be before the sept or any of your family members.

the night after your marriage, you two had sat in your chambers, staring at each other in silence as you tried to figure out a way to consummate the marriage. growing up, your parents and septa’s always told you that it would come naturally, that you would know what to do. but as you sat here with valarr, both confused, you were certain you had no idea what was going on.

“i’ve heard from my cousins who visit brothels on what happens during a consummation.” valarr spoke softly, watching as your eyes widened in wonder and slight horror. “i have to enter you. my seed having to spill deep inside of you for a babe to grow in your womb.”

“enter me?” you questioned, fiddling with your fingers nervously as valarr rested a hand onto your knee. “whatever do you mean?”

laughing shyly at your words, valarr went onto explain what his cousins daeron and aerion had explained to him, the later going into rather crude detail while the form kept it short and sweet. when he was finished, valarr saw the horror in your eyes, and with rushed movements, he grabbed your hands, bringing them to his lips and kissing the clasped bone.

“i will not hurt you,” he had said, staring up at you through his lashes. “i swear it on our marriage.”

that night you lost your maidenhood with fumbling limbs and clumsy kisses, the pain dulling into pleasure as valarr soiled you as a gentleman would. he wasn’t rough or harsh — he was perfect, and you found yourself shyly asking to go again when he had finished the first round.

it didn’t take long until you were swollen with a babe, and now, nine moons later, you found yourself witnessing an ethical dilemma occurring throughout your husband.

“what if i hurt the babe?” valarr’s voice was strained, and you could tell that he was really upset about the idea of hurting you or your child. swollen and in pain, all you wanted was for your husband to lay with you, curving the needy muscle that weeped for his thick member. you had asked him for sex a couple of minutes prior, valarr now stressing over if laying together would harm the baby.

you shook your head, moving into a more comfortable position as your feet started to throb in pain. “it should be fine, valarr. everything will be okay.”

“i should ask the maester,” valarr stressed, rubbing a hand over his face. “he would most certainly know what to do.”

“it’s late, my love.” you whispered softly, trying to get valarr to lower his stress level. he had been pacing for far too long, and you were starting to worry that he was going to work himself into an oblivion. “maesters need to sleep too.”

at your words, valarr openly whimpered, walking over to the bed and getting on the furs with a soft reverence. he started crawling to you slowly, your breath hitching at the sight of his wide, needy eyes and pouted lips. when he finally got to where you lay, he rested his head against your round stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing delicate kisses towards your belly button.

“i can’t wait till the morning,” valarr whined, starting to trail kisses downward from your belly. “i’m so needy for you, my darling. i yearn for you this instant.”

you sighed at the feeling of valarr’s kisses, his lips trailing down towards your thighs. each suckle of his mouth drew your breath needier, making you throw your arm over your eyes with a whine. valarr looked up at you through his lashes, his brows furrowing with concern.

“is this alright?” he worried, starting to lift his head up before you grabbed ahold of his hair and brought his lips back down towards your cunt.

“i need you,” a moan fell from your lips, sighing as valarr gasped against you, the tickle of air hitting your folds. “right here.”

“but the babe-“

“will be okay,” you promised, staring down at him with blown out eyes and need twisted lips. “i’ve been deprived for nine months. i got one taste of you and know i’m a woman in need.”

you didn’t know where this dominance was coming from. maybe it was from the nine months you were deprived of laying with your husband, or maybe it was the realization that you could’ve been laying with him all this time, and that maybe you both were so naive and uneducated, that you didn’t know sex during a pregnancy was okay.

it didn’t matter at the moment, all you wanted was for something of your husbands to make you feel good, and you weren’t falling asleep until he fulfilled his wishes.

valarr’s lips were parted, his wide mismatched eyes staring at you below your swollen belly. with a concealed whine, he took a tentative lick of your folds, making you arch your back with a moan.

“i want to taste you,” he whispered, taking another greedy lick of your cunt. “need to taste you.”

“than taste me.”

those words were like a sleeper agent tick to valarr, the man delving into you like a man starved. his tongue ventured through your lips, kissing, suckling, and grinning every time a high pitched moan left your lips. maybe it was the babe growing in your stomach, or maybe it was because this was the first time valarr had gone down on you, but you felt much more sensitive, moaning and squirming at every sensation felt.

“oh, valarr.” you cried, back arching as he reached your clit, circling the sensitive bud with a deep precision. it was all too much, and you already felt your peak reaching you.

each stroke of valarr’s tongue had you seeing stars, a thrilling experience that you hadn’t felt since the night of your consummation. it wasn’t the same as him stretching out your walls, but it was just as good, making your whines come out lethargic and exquisite. you could feel valarr moaning against you, making the feeling grow tenfold.

you could feel valarr whine and whimper against you, the feeling of his hips rocking against the bed being felt throughout the furs. it was all so erotic, and you wondered why your parents and septa kept this away from you.

with a finality, you felt valarr enter his tongue inside of you, your peak being reached as you finished with a ripple of a scream. you felt it as valarr groaned against you, his tongue still probing inside of you as he rode you through your high. he didn’t depart from you until your breathing came out more even, and when he pulled away, you saw his eyebrow furrow, a cute bunch on his beautiful face.

“what’s wrong?” you worried, grabbing at his face to make sure he was okay. your release was all over his chin, but all you seemed to worry about was if your husband was okay.

you could feel the blush on his cheeks, following his eyes as valarr looked down towards his breeches. you saw a small patch of wetness near the front of his undergarments, and with gaping lips, it finally dawned on you what had happened.

so immensely aroused at your pleasure, your husband had came in his pants

[rottenbites]

DRAGON BLOOD

PAIRING: valarr targaryen x wife!reader

DESCRIPTION: house targaryen; home of the dragons. even the young prince valarr — sweet, quiet, and poised, has the blood running through his veins

NATASHA SPEAKS: silent but deadly/possessive valarr always hits the spot

it always struck a greedy nerve inside of you that no one knew how possessive valarr truly was.

since your wedding, he’s had an iron clad chain around your heart, his body permanently glued to your side, always making sure you were protected. valarr wasn’t a man of many words. he kept to himself, he spoke when necessary, and he never raised his voice. poise and regality is what valarr strived on, but when it came to his wife? he turned unglued.

you were the shiny beacon that kept the stormy seas of valarr’s mind at bay, while simultaneously being able to unlock that deep sated part of him that yearned to protect; to get violent for the ones he loved most.

today was one of those days where you could tell valarr was on edge, his hands gripping too tightly onto the arms of the chair he laid strategically back in. the feast roared on around you both, the two of you sitting closest to the head of the table, where baelor, valarr’s dad, sat with a fixed and stern gaze. he chatted with a noble lord to his left, you and valarr sitting on his right observing the people around you.

most of the noble houses sat around you, lords and lady’s alike chattering away over red ale and steamed meat. you had spoken softly to a lady arryn earlier in the night, but now, you just sat silently with valarr, eyes briefly passing over the clench of his jaw and the narrowing of his eyes.

placing your hand on top of your husbands, you felt the roughness of his knuckles and the way his hands squeezed so hard on the wood, you could tell it was starting to become painful. with soft, featherlight fingers, you stroked your thumb over the top of his hand, his milky skin littered with scars from his tourneys.

“what’s wrong?” you mumbled softly, trying to catch valarr’s gaze. he wouldn’t budge, too busy staring somewhere down the table with a menacing gaze.

you watched his jaw grind, teeth sanding against each other in a rough fervour. something was obviously very wrong, and you didn’t know if you wanted to get to the bottom of it in the middle of a feast.

“he’s too busy staring at what’s mine to notice i’ve caught him,” valarr sneered, knuckles becoming taut. “i will give him something to gawk at when i tell the guards to castrate him in front of the entire feast.”

it was then you made eye contact with the lord across the table from you, the one who’d been too busy staring at you all night he hadn’t noticed valarr’s composure snapping.

when the lord smirked at your eye contact, leaving your husband to white-knuckle the chair even tighter, you started to fear for what would be seen when valarr’s jealousy was peeled back.

“valarr!” you hissed, eyes frantic, yet strategically checking around the table to see if anyone heard him. “we’re in public!”

a cruel smirk pulled onto valarr’s lips, something that wasn’t a look for the young, sweet prince. his hand became unclenched on the chair, fingers bracketing around your wrist as he brought your knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft, yet delicate kiss upon the skin.

“your beauty is ravishing, my love, but i will not sit here and have random lords ogle my wife.” the cadence of his voice was chilling, a frost taking over your veins with a arctic breeze. “i’ll wait till the feast is done, but best believe, his eyes won’t be in their sockets when i’m done with him.”

each threat leaving valarr’s lips leaves a tinge of something fierce piercing your gut, moving down, down, down towards your centre. it was maddening how insane he was about you, each word he spoke leaving something hot furling inside your stomach.

the hand in valarr’s grip moved to rest at his cheek, your fingers pushing back strands of his hair as you smiled warmly at him. as you gazed upon him, you witnessed as valarr softened, his grip releasing your wrist so he could softly rest it on your knee.

“i am yours, my sweet,” you murmured, voice low for only your husband to hear. “lords and nobleman can stare all they want. but at the end of the day, it’s you who warms my bed at night.”

valarr grinned at your words, squeezing your knee with love as he leaned into the hand that remained on his cheek. the feasts noise fell onto to deaf ears, the only thing important being you and valarr.

it was cathartic — how much he cared about you, leaving a knowing fire in your gut that would always remain as long as he loved you.

[rottenbites]

MY WIFE, EVEN BETTER

PAIRING: ser duncan the tall x wife!reader

DESCRIPTION: after a swift knock on the head, dunk cannot fathom the fact that the beautiful maiden helping him is actually his wife

INSPIRED BY THIS POST BY @spicyrose

NATASHA SPEAKS: i love love love akotsk and i especially love my man dunk🤗

as a man of big stature, dunk was perfectly used to having to duck underneath door frames when he was leaving or walking through your shared cottage. he had done it many times before — even had to do it as a child. yet today, dunk thought for a small second that he was of normal height, and for the first time in a couple of moons, he smacked his head on the stoned overhead of your bedroom entrance.

your ears perked to a loud smack and thump as you surveyed the meat cooking over the fire, a groan breaking through the silence as dunk presumably laid sprawled on the floor like an oaf. worry tinged your heart even as a smile graced your lips, the two competing against each other as you got up to go check on dunk’s well being.

“my love?” you called out, turning a corner to see your giant of a husband laid on the ground, his hands clutching his head in a vice. you could tell this smack was a bad one from the mumbled whimpers and groans leaving his lips, a sad smile gracing your face as you kneeled down by his head to assess the damage.

reaching towards him like a moth drawn to a flame, you softly pried his hands off of his face, the blue of his irises meeting your gaze as he stared at you dazed. deft fingers moved through the sandy blonde hair at his forehead, moving the strands aside to a see a forming goose egg on dunk’s forehead.

“you must ought to watch yourself,” you breathed, cradling his cheek with the tenderness of a soft feather. dunk looked up at you with faraway eyes, his brow crinkling as he studied your delicate features.

with a gulp, deep crimson splashed up his neck towards his ears, leaving you to smile even brighter at your nervous and timid husband. “i’m sorry, m’lady,” dunk breathed, wringing his hands together. “that you had to witness such a foolish fall of mine.”

a mirthful laugh left your lips, one hand on his cheek while the other smoothed over the bump on his forehead. “it’s alright. i just worry for the wound blooming on your head.”

at your words, dunk smiled a goofy grin, looking up at the ceiling as you continued to stare down at him.

“you sound just like my wife,” he mused, giggling softly to himself. blushing like a young maiden of three and ten. “she says wondrous words like blooming too. gods, m’lady, i love that beautiful woman so dearly.”

something tightened in your chest. a love for the man who speaks so highly of you even when he presumably doesn’t realize it’s his wife he’s speaking to. with soft lips, you lent down, pressing a soft kiss onto dunk’s mouth.

like a lightening bolt, dunk sputtered, jerking away from you with wild eyes and gaping lips. you stared down at him confused, trying to get closer yet he kept pulling away from you.

“m’lady!” he gasped, sitting up so he could lean back on his hands. a fearful look took over his face while you still sat perched on your knees, a worried look on your face. “i appreciate the aiding, but i have a wife, who i love dearly. my kisses are only meant for her and her mouth alone.”

the laugh that left your lips was cathartic, a bright smile adorning your face as you giggled restlessly at your husbands silliness. he truly knocked his head so good he didn’t know it was his wife who was aiding him, his worry and horror at another woman supposedly kissing him leaving an illuminating feeling of warmth in your bones.

dunk looked genuinely horrified at your joy, his mouth agape and eyes wide as he watched you giggle behind your hand. “it’s not funny, m’lady!” he announced, sheer worry dawning over his voice. “a real feminine brute my wife is! she’ll knock you clean on your arse if she knows you even dared come close to me!”

his words had you gasping in mock offence, a grin plastered on your lips as you watched your husband’s adam’s apple bob in sheer nervousness. “you think i’m a brute, my dear?” you questioned, watching as dunk’s brows pinched in confusion. “i thought you loved my protective nature.”

“wha-what?” dunk spluttered, his eyes scrunching as a wave of pain splashed across his forehead. “m’lady, what are you going on about?”

now a deep-hearted laugh fell from your lips, a true, boisterous bark of giggles permeating through the air as you fell on all fours, starting to crawl over to dunk’s splayed form. “it’s me, you big oaf. your wife.”

dunk gasps as you straddle his hips, hands finding his shoulders as you lean over to brush your lips against his. with squinted eyes, dunk studies your face, his own brightening as he realizes that yes, it is his wife that he’s been conversing with.

“oh, my love!” he splutters bashfully, crimson spreading across his cheeks and chest as you bump your nose against his. he presses a delicate kiss to your cheek, mouth lingering by your skin as he try’s to gather his thoughts. “bumped my head so well i didn’t even recognize it was you.”

you laugh, nuzzling your head into his chest with a reverence that warms dunk’s heart. “those bricks in your head spun so good you didn’t even recognize your own wife?”

“i don’t know how,” dunk muttered, smoothing his hands up and down your back. “such a pretty lady like you, i should be able to spot you out in any crowd.”

now it was your turn to blush, head dipped low with your ear pressed firmly against your husbands heart, hearing how it beat just for you. it was cathartic; magical, and you wouldn’t trade the man who still bumped his head on door frames for anything.

[rottenbites]

VALARR BEING SENSITIVE ON HIS WHITE STREAK

inspired by all the amazing posts @dearlizzies makes about valarr’s white streak being sensitive

the chambers you now shared with your husband smelt of burning oils and sage, the warm comfort of valarr’s body on top of yours a weight of pure ecstasy. the two of you had only been married for a moon, but valarr couldn’t bare not coming back to his chambers every night and not seeing his ravishing wife. most nights you would confine to consummate your marriage, while some you would spend tenderly kissing each other, soft pecks that had sighs leaving your lips.

tonight was no different, valarr’s hands roaming your face and body as he pressed delicately kisses over your lips. he was new to intimacy — you knew that much from how little he knew the night of your wedding, but he still kissed you like a doll, something made of glass the he feared to break. it was all soft touches and tender kisses, sensations that made you yearn for more.

“valarr,” you breathed, cupping his cheeks with steady hands, fingers trailing past his ears near the side of his head. the pads of your thumb and pointer brush through his silver streak, and you can physically feel valarr’s body seize up and wrack with shivers.

lips halting on yours, you can feel valarr whimper into your mouth, his hands squeezing the skin at your hips so tightly you have a feeling he’s going to leave hand prints.

“oh!” valarr gasps, back curling inwards like a cat as his mouth hovered over yours, breaths coming out in pants against your skin. lips parting at his reaction, you tentatively looped a silver strand around your finger, softly tugging at the root. valarr whimpered softly, his head dropping against the crook of your neck.

“it’s… it’s too much, my love.” absolutely wrecked, that’s the only way you could describe valarr in this moment. you could feel his cock grow exceptionally hard as you kept stroking the white streak, lips pressing all over your chest and neck in wet and sloppy kisses.

a meek and interested smile danced across your face, fingers curling into the white streak as valarr mewled and continued kissing your body. if you knew how much sensitive that strand of hair was, you would’ve played with it way earlier.

[rottenbites]

DAERON LIKES IT WHEN YOU PULL HIS HAIR

thank you to the lovely anon who sent in a bunch of their reqs into my inbox, i’m so grateful you decided to pass your smutty torch onto me🥹

moans bounced off the walls as daeron thrusted into you, his moves languid yet sharp, jabbing gasps forming on your lips. your legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling both of your pelvises closer together. each movement was euphoric, and you couldn’t help but to tangle your hands in daeron’s hair, giving a sharp tug.

it was like a flick of a switch, the world flipping on its axis. daeron’s spine curled like a cat, his movements halting as your fingers embedded themselves into his hair. a sharp mewl left his lips, leaving your eyebrows to draw together. daeron’s sharp thrusts turned into jerky spurts, your lips parting in a gasp as his movements quickly turned into sporadic bursts.

“baby?” you gasp out, nails scratching daeron’s scalp, leaving him a whimpering and moaning mess. “baby, what’s wrong?”

no response passes daeron’s lips, his face twisted in pure pleasure as your fingers continue to card through his hair. it’s then you feel the warmth of his seed seep inside of you, his body jerking at the aftershocks of his orgasm.

a gasp leaves your lips, sharp and hot, rendering you speechless as daeron continues to sporadically rut his hips into yours. “i’m sorry. so fucking sorry.” daeron mumbles, his seed starting to drip down your thighs. “your hands— my hair, i just couldn’t help myself.”

daeron’s words suddenly has it all clicking in your head; your hands tugging at his hair — his reaction. turns out your solemn and quiet boyfriend likes his hair pulled, and you couldn’t help the smirk that tugs at your lips from the realization.

“aww, baby.” you coo, pulling harder at his hair, daeron moaning louder with each pull. “you like it when i play with your hair?”

you feel daeron’s cock twitch inside of you, his eyes screwed shut as you continued to twist and tug at his long blonde strands. “yea-yeah,” daeron gasps, putting all of his body weight onto you before placing his face in the crook of your neck. “don’t stop, sweet girl. please, don’t stop.”

a smile twitched on your lips, fingers locked in daeron’s hair. it was fascinating to see your normally stoney faced boyfriend fall apart, and you would keep this little tick of daeron’s hidden in your back pocket from now on.

[rottenbites]

AMERICAN WEDDING

PAIRING: modern!valarr x fem!reader

DESCRIPTION: as the presidents daughter, you have high standards to follow, none which include falling in love with an heir to the iron throne of westeros

NATASHA SPEAKS: an amazing anon gave me this idea!!! want to thank them for their incredible brain <3

when your mom sent you to kings landing university to study political science, she didn’t expect for you to fall inside the grip of valarr targaryen, son of the heir to the iron throne.

you were both in the same boat; he was a prince, you were the daughter of a president. the two of you easily gravitated towards each other, a friendship blooming where your studies should’ve been concerned.

as someone in such high regard, your parents — especially your mom, sought out certain standards from you that sometimes were impossible to achieve. be a perfect daughter, a good role model for kids and teens looking up to you, get into politics like your mom had. every time you interacted with her, she would talk about how perfect you’d be as a senator, or hell, the president like herself.

all the pressure was put on your shoulders. as the eldest, you were the one to get the brunt force of your mothers expectations, not like your younger brother or sister. sometimes it was all too much, and you found yourself needing a break from all the stress handed to you.

that’s where prince valarr targaryen came into the picture.

known as sweet, docile, and less rugged than his cousins, valarr was the perfect person to acquaint yourself with. he was the perfect gentleman and friend, walking you to your classes, helping you with assignments when things got tough. he was also in legal studies courses, but he didn’t take it as seriously as you did, knowing he had the name of soon to be king in his back pocket.

your friendship had started off easy, a person for both of you to confide in when things got hard. he had the expectations of a prince, you had that of a presidents daughter.

confidence soon turned into codependency, which then turned into a romance that burned hot and fast, moving quicker than anyone would have imagined.

small and intimate dinners were becoming something regular for the two of you, date nights that would turn into lingering touches and long nights spent wrapped in each others arms. the walks to classes became more sensual, a hand at the base of your spine, fingers dusting over your shoulder blades.

the two of you tried to keep it a secret, his title demanding a wife while yours demanded a life of solitude. everything was going fine, the only people who knew about it were your close circle of friends, and they did a good job keeping your romance under wraps.

that was until valarr’s cousin aerion sniffed out your relationship like a thirsty bloodhound.

he was always jealous of valarr; of how he didn’t disappoint their family, of how valarr was closest to the throne than he was. when he witnessed you two kissing underneath a willow tree on campus, he immediately ran to the press, telling them exactly where you’d be so they could sick paparazzi on you.

photos of the two of you holding hands spread across media tabloids instantly, one specific one of valarr kissing the back of your hand sending people into a frenzy. the phone calls from your mom came immediately, the worry in her voice evident as she scolded you.

“we don’t have time for silly relationships,” she seethed, your eyes watering as valarr stroked a hand up and down your back. “my friends are already talking. you’re going to be nothing but a trophy wife, something to be shown off, nothing of value. you need to break up with him instantly.”

valarr caught the hitch in your breath, the way a sob caught in your throat before you could let it out; before your mother could hear it. his hand now moved underneath your shirt, nails faintly scratching down your back in a soothing way to comfort the tears you were trying to choke back.

“but mom,” you whispered, voice hoarse, your hand holding your phone trembling with sadness and disbelief. “i love him.”

you felt as valarr’s hand stilled on your back, his mouth going dry at your confession. this was the first time you admitted your love for the boy beside you, and he couldn’t help but feel a shooting feeling of relief wash through him that you felt the same as he did.

a scoff was heard on the other end of the phone, your mom no doubt rolling her eyes. “you love the idea of him, don’t be ridiculous. focus on school, not on a boy who’s plans are to make you his shiny porcelain doll.”

your phone clattered on the floor as your mom ended the call, a sob tearing through your throat so raw and guttural, valarr felt his heart lurch. he immediately wrapped you in a tight hug, your tears soaking his shirt as he cradled your head to his chest.

“shh,” he whispered, breath tickling your ear. “everything is going to be okay, my love. we will figure this out.”

“but what if she’s right?” you whispered, voice breaking with sheer fear at what valarr would think of your worries. “i want to be something valarr, but what happens to wives in your families?”

“no one is as strong and resilient as you,” valarr spoke, cupping your cheeks with firm hands, his mismatched eyes staring into yours. “my dad already says you have the ways of a business woman, that a marriage between us would make our nation thrive. you’d be an excellent president or senator, my sweet, but an even more radiant queen.”

his words held such a strong sense of truth to them, that you couldn’t help but beam up at your boyfriend. a rare, bright smile on your lips that made valarr smile back even larger. one day, the two of you would reign over westeros with perfection, being the perfect king and queen.