Thelcia

|| She/her || 18 || SO EXCITED FOR SUMMER ||Minors DNI || Save a Dragon, Ride a Targaryen ||

[thelcianohh]

MAEKARLINGS ON HOLIDAY

Can someone please write a fanfic of Maekar taking his maekarlings on holiday/ summer vacation? I saw these two images of Sam and Finn and I am LITERALLY desperate ts would be so funny. Mordeen AU, please!

(Perhaps including the whole family wirh both Baelor and Valarr?)

[halidki]

rhaenyra targaryen and her first-born son jace doodle

[aerionsfanart]

mmumechii

[fly-on-my-sweet-angel]

He really is a dragon in human form

[claudialynq]

COWBOY TOJIII

Hello another toji art I promise next one is gojo or geto or maybe them both I don’t know yet!!

[itadoriahh]

YUUJI & THE GANG 🗣️‼️

[ziyuanyuan1113]

A discussion of a dream between Daeron and Aerion

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[masvrecords]

𝒢𑄺 — using megumi's dick until he's crying

your boyfriend —soon to be husband— absolutely hates looking vulnerable in bed. he much prefers to be the one guiding you through it, slamming his hard cock to the hilt again and again and again with disgusting squelch! squelch! squelch! by how wet it is, both your cum and natural lubricant mixed together. never in his life would he be submissive

however..

the way your hand is pressing his throat tightly as you jump on his dick fervently got him going mad. your tight walls swallowing him full, squeezing his cock so deliciously he sees stars. he doesn't even question the promise he made to himself, seeing you boss him around while takin your anger out on him because of some bitch at work and controlling him made him even more impossibly hard

"fuuuck, can't you —hah— believe how rude she was? do not fuckin t-touch my nipples, asshole!"

and then you slapped away his hands, just like that. he could simply nod and try not to make too much noise, but how can he do so? you're fucking him with all you could!

"i-i know baby but c-could you —oh fuck— could you go slower? 's too much" but his hips were betraying him, lifting up to bury even deeper inside of you

the way you looked at him with daggers and started to go even faster made him gulp and whine underneath you, trying not to touch you as you forbade him earlier for doing so

"love? i-"

but you just ignored him and continued "i so fucking hope she gets to hell — oh my fucking go rightttt there fuck fuck— this slut, i'm sure her and my boss are fucking"

"baby? please..?"

"no. we are going the fucking —mmmhn fuck right there— pace i want, and i'm using you how i want. do you fucking get it in your dumb head?"

you accentuated each curse with a particularly hard fall on his shaft and he is now a complete mess: cum from earlier all over his stomach glzing his delicious abs, moaning over and over again your name, hair disheveled, eyes hazy, and tears started to fall down his cheeks.

"aww you cryin'? you fucking crybaby, can't even take your pussy anymore, tsk"

he could only nod, coherent words now long forgotten except your name and pleas dropping from his mouth. more tears fell on his cheeks and you rushed to lean and lick them off. the room smelled of sex on top of both your perfume and his cologne mixed together, acting as an aphrodisiac scent filling the air

the way his cock kept hitting that spongy spot inside of you was making you scream, spit connecting his skin from where you licked his tears clean

"nghhh b-baby i-i can't- 'm gonna-" he finally managed to say between sobs and voice cracking at the end

you capture his lips in a rough kiss, biting his lips and tongue and moaning in his mouth

"go, fuuuuuck, cum for me pretty boy"

the praise got him to the edge and after a last deep thrust, his warm semen filled your insides coming in big spurts. he was moaning and panting in your ear, and the way you squeezed him even tighter when you came after him made him sob even more

after you both came down from your high, you gently kissed away his tears. his eyes were still watery, but the way you looked at him with adoration made him sigh contently

"you should cry more often" you say tho, smirking

[blushbunnyyy]

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ bf!megumi trying to keep up with you during ovulation

content: mdni, smut, all characters are 18+, dom!megumi, sub!reader, fem!reader, marathon sex, squirting, praise kink (use of “good girl” a lot), degradation (“cum dump”, “slutty”, etc.), size kink if you squint carefully, spitting, tit groping, fingering

bunny’s notes: i’m not even ovulating but whenever i see an edit of megumi, im suddenly in heat. it’s not even funny. also creds to @cursed-carmine for the bow dividers!!

it’s that time of the month. not your period but that time of the month where you cannot function like a regular human being because all you can think about is cock. specifically a black urchin-haired guy’s cock.

you’re practically thinking with your sopping wet pussy as you made your way to your boyfriend’s dorm in a tank top and shorts. you push the door open to be greeted by the glorious sight of your man sitting against the headboard of his bed with a book in his large, veiny hands.

he glances up at your arrival, the hard lines of his brows immediately softening, his jaw becoming less tense, and his eyes instantly warm up at the sight of you. oh, lovely you.

“hey, how’s my pretty baby doing?” megumi asks in such a sincere and gentle voice, it makes you melt. it’s the voice he always uses with you. but little does he know, you’re not here to melt in his arms. you’re here to seduce the man.

you climb onto his bed on all fours facing him, hands and knees cushioned by his mattress. the same mattress that you wanna get pounded stupid into.

you put on the prettiest, most adorable pout you could muster. round, doe eyes fixed on him as if silently pleading for something. gosh, in his eyes, you really were the most precious thing in his world. the perfect picture of doll-like innocence, the epitome of loveliness.

“gumi… i need help…” you quietly plead.

your boyfriend’s eyes slightly widen, his back straightening as he inquires immediately, “what do you need help with, sweetheart? tell me.”

you unconsciously rub your thighs together, shaking your hips subtly in an attempt to relieve the throbbing from your core. your drooling cunt was so drenched, your panties were already damp.

you pout even more, pretty pink lips jutting out more. you grasp his wrist to guide his hand to rest on your boob, his large hand practically covering your entire breast. you mumble softly, “need you to touch me, gumi, please… it’s starting to hurt…”

your man’s eyes quickly darken as he squeezes your tit, dragging out a high-pitched moan from you. he palms you through your tank top, squeezing again. he rasps, his voice gravelly low, “turn around and bend over for me, baby. show me where it’s hurting.”

you turn around and make quick work of your tank top, throwing it onto the floor. you bend over on your forearms and knees, putting your perfect ass on display just for him. you push your ass closer to him. “here, gumi… hurts here…”

megumi pulls down your shorts along with your moist panties to see your soaking pussy winking at him. he drags his hand up your slit. “here, pretty baby?”

you let out a sigh of relief before you start urging him, “please, gumi, don’t tease… want your cock inside me now…”

he slips his thick, rough index finger into your pussy. he mutters, “fuck, you’re tight. gotta open you up, darling. you’re already squeezing my finger so tightly, you won’t be able to fit my dick.”

you squirm, pushing your hips back onto his hand. “a-ah! i-i’m a big girl, gumi. i can take— mmm!! i can take it!”

“baby, be good and make a mess on my fingers. you’ll get my cock after.” he adds a second finger then a third as he pumps you full. his thumb rubs on your sensitive bud as he brings you to climax all over his rugged hands. as you fall apart on his hand, you cry out his name with your head buried into the sheets. he sings his praises, “goood girl, darling. such a good girl for me.”

he takes out his hand, popping it into his mouth to clean. after sucking it clean, he quickly pulls down his sweats with his boxers.

you turn your pretty head to look over your shoulder. his dick slaps against his stomach, the tip an angry red. megumi grabs himself at his girthy base, pumping a few strokes. the sight makes your mouth water.

you then feel his bulging, warm tip resting against your soaked slit. you just couldn’t resist as your hips push back to try to take him. his rough hands fly to your hips, holding you still. “fuck, baby, stay still, yeah? lemme just get the tip in.”

one hand keeps your hip still as the other hand holds himself as he pushes into your warm pussy. you gasp at the sensation, border-lining pain and pleasure. he sighs in relief, “holy shi… so warm, so tight, sweetheart… i only got the tip in and you’re squeezing me like that, hm?”

you grip his sheets, feeling the stretch as you babble on, “more, gumi, moreeee… a-ah!”

megumi continues to slowly push in more until you feel his pelvis pressing into your asscheeks and his cum-filled balls firm against your clit. your spiky-haired boyfriend groans after bottoming out.

now you’re all filled up. a little too full, you swear his tip is kissing your cervix and probably making a dent. you could probably cum just from him stuffing you full.

you whine angelically, “gumi, gumi, gumi!! so deep… you’re too biggg!!

rough hands start groping your tits, squeezing them like stressballs. megumi bends over you, his chest to your back, to rasp huskily against your ear, “pretty baby, you’ve taken my cock many times before. now’s no different.”

he begins to shallowly thrust into you while pinching and pulling at your nipples, making your back arch.

the wave of pleasure suddenly surges and crashes as you cum around him. you let out a symphony of whimpers of his name and whorish moans. his words practically sound like a melody to you. “good girl, darling. what a good girl. cumming around me so pretty and saying my name.”

it’s not long until you start begging for more. “gumi, harder… i want it harder. please fuck me til i can’t walk…”

megumi holds you by the waist as he deepens each thrust until he’s driving into you like a madman. “anything for you, baby.”

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

it’s been like 6-7 rounds. his room basically turned into a hot sauna that reeked of sex. the dark blue-eyed sorcerer was completely drained, drained of energy and cum. he already dumped all his seed into you.

but you, on the other hand, are bouncing on his dick like your life depends on it.

his back rests against the headboard, hands on your hips as you ride him, your dainty fingers on his broad shoulders to help you jump on that dick.

your thighs are burning like a thousand suns, your legs giving up as you land on his lap with a wet plop! you moan, half in pleasure and half in frustration, as you begin to grind against him, “gumi!! wanna cum… but i- ha! i can’t… too… hmph! too tired…”

your boyfriend underneath you pants as he grips your hips and gently murmurs, “hold onto my shoulders tightly, angel.”

you grip onto his scratched up shoulders, the marks left by you. he lifts you up before shoving you back down on his member. “my pretty princess, my sweet angel… you really can’t do anything without my help, huh?”

you moan dumbly, more of your juices soaking his balls, the sheets, his thighs, your legs, and everywhere else as you near your release.

megumi picks up the pace, bouncing you up and down. “baby, i’m gonna take such good care of you and your needy pussy. just be a good girl and take it.”

as he shoves you back down onto his swollen cock, you squirt with a loud scream, forcing him out of you as you gush onto his dick, the sheets, and his thighs.

you start to feel his hips lifting to ram into you, his movement erratic now as he lowly groans, “my horny girl. what a slutty pussy you got, always begging me to fuck you and squirting everywhere. i’m gon’ cum and you’re gon’ take every single last drop i’m gonna give you, yeah? be a good horny cum dump, yeah, baby?”

your boyfriend holds you down onto his lap with a groan as the last of his cum spurts into your full pussy, already overflowing with previous loads.

megumi’s chest heaves as he pants, catching his breath. his hair is sticking to his sweat-sheened forehead.

you’re not faring off much better as you feel sore and exhausted all over. your sweaty cheek is pressed to his soaked chest, listening to the perfect metronome of his heartbeat.

seconds turns to minutes before you start grinding against him again. a nasty squelch! sound rang throughout the room followed by a groan from your man.

he peers down at you as you bat your delicate lashes and flash him a small smile as you ask him oh so sweetly that he can’t refuse.

“again?”

from the desk of ©blushbunnyyy ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

[gojosconsort]

︵ ೀ smut. megumi is always so careful with closeness until one night he isn’t anymore

megumi fushiguro has always kept people at arm’s length.

raised by a father who had a barrier around him all the time, he learned early that letting someone close meant risking hurt. so when you start dating, he’s reserved. painfully so. it’s not that he doesn’t love you. painfully so too. in the way that makes his chest ache when you smile at him across the room. but closeness is still foreign to him.

he tries his best to let you closer. and he likes it.

he stops tensing when you lean against his shoulder during movie nights. starts nudging his plate closer when you steal bites of his food. drapes his hoodie over you when you fall asleep on his couch instead of waking you.

he lets your thigh press against his on the train, threads his fingers through yours when you reach for his hand, and leaves his jacket in your dorm “just in case.”

small steps. patient ones.

gradually he stops noticing when the closeness starts to feel good. stops noticing when he wants more. stops noticing when he becomes the one who can’t let go.

so when one night you two are alone and the end credits of the movie long roll, he pulls you into his lap. it’s the first time he’s done it without hesitation. his hands settle on your hips while he kisses you—tentative, like always—but then your tongue brushes his and something in him snaps. he groans into your mouth when you rock down against him, feeling him harden beneath you.

“is this okay?” you whisper against his lips.

he nods—eyes dark and glassy. “please.”

it doesn't take long for you both to undress and clumsily roll the condom over him. he’s shaking—half nerves, half raw want—when you finally straddle him bare. he guides himself to your entrance with careful fingers, breath hitching when the head nudges inside.

he’s big, stretching you slow and deep until he’s fully in, hips flush against his. you both tremble at the feeling, of finally feeling each other like this. he presses his forehead to yours, breathing hard through his open mouth.

“tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps.

you shake your head. “feels good. you feel good.”

that’s all he needs.

his arms wrap around you tightly, pulling your chest flush to his. skin to skin. heartbeat to heartbeat. at first he moves slow, careful, every thrust measured and deep like he’s afraid of hurting you. his hands stay gentle on your hips, guiding you but never demanding, eyes half-lidded and locked on your face to catch every flutter, every gasp. he wants to memorize how you look when he’s inside you.

but then you moan his name—soft, breathless, “megumi”—and something inside him shatters. his grip tightens.

he starts moving harder, hips snapping up with more force, chasing the wet heat that clenches around him every time he bottoms out. the careful rhythm breaks. his thrusts turn deeper, rougher, less controlled. each stroke drags a broken sound from your throat and he drinks it in like he’s starving.

he’s getting drunk on it.

drunk on the way your body fits to him, on how perfectly you take him, on the slick sound of skin meeting skin. his hands slide down to grip your ass, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as he pulls you down onto him faster, rougher. the couch creaks beneath you. your nails dig into his shoulders harder and he groans, burying his face in your neck again.

“fuck… you feel—” his voice cracks, hips stuttering before he finds an even harsher pace. “so good. so fucking good.”

he was always so careful with closeness. always so afraid of wanting too much. now he can’t stop.

he fucks up into you with so much need, one arm tight around your waist to keep you pinned against him while the other tangles in your hair, tugging to tilt your head back so he can kiss at your throat. every thrust is deeper, greedier. he’s losing himself in the tight, wet drag of your body, in the way you tremble and clench around him like you never want him to stop either.

he never knew he could want someone this desperately. never knew he could let go like this. but with you naked and shaking in his lap, moaning his name between broken breaths, megumi stops holding back.

he just takes—rough, relentless, and completely addicted.

[ladythedrunken]

[moodswriting]

moth to a flame

pairing: modern!aerion x f!reader tags + tw: 18+ MDNI, modern au, dark themes, non-con/dub-con (implied, but non-graphic), aerion's a possessive/obsessive mf, choking, blood/biting, control/domination, threats, he fucks rough, also reader is mentioned as having hair (long enough to pull ehehe), reader has boobs (size isn't described), no use of y/n word count: 2.1k summary: and so the story goes, another moth finds herself drawn too close to the brightest flame notes: there isn't like, a ton of plot to this :p, but it has dark themes. if any of the themes mentioned in the tw aren't your thing (y'all im tryna keep him in character and aerion is just...yk), just don't read it and scroll on past to something else! otherwise, lemme know if i missed any. also, bear with me, i've written smut but i haven't written smut iykwim!!! also this is lowkey barely edited so sorry but i just wanted to get it out ehehehe enjoy

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You still remember the first day you arrived in King's Landing. You'd spent your life in Flea's Bottom hoping—praying—to get out. To be able to do things with your life that you'd only dreamed of as a kid. The streets were as beautiful as they said, cool wind ushering the last of fall's leaves through the air. The city shone, gleaming in the sun, a sort of mirage in the desert.

You remember what you had told yourself that day, clutching an overstuffed suitcase, a duffel and a backpack slung over each shoulder. You remember how you told yourself you wouldn't waste this opportunity—a scholarship to Red Keep University. After all, how many people made it in to such a prestigious university? Full rides to RKU were unheard of, rarely given, and somehow, you had made it.

Sometimes you wondered to yourself, if you knew what would happen, if you'd have stayed. If you were offered a do-over, would you?

You snap to attention when Kiera calls out your name. "Hello? Earth to birthday girl!"

She waves a sparkler in front of your face. Your face feels so warm, and you've forgotten the last time you'd felt so light. You try to get up, and the world tilts. A warm hand wraps around your shoulder. You flash a smile at the person holding you up. The exchange is over before it even truly begins—Keira whisking you away to the kitchen.

You don't feel the heat of your boyfriend's narrowed eyes as Kiera leads you away—head filled with the heady smell of bodies, sweat, and sticky alcohol.

She passes you a red plastic cup and you down it in one go. It goes down smooth, like water.

The rest of the night blurs past. You don't even remember getting into Aerion's Porsche. Or the familiar purr of the engine rumbling beneath your feet.

You don't remember his face, jaw clenched so tight you couldn't be sure his jaw ached.

You don't remember his hands on the steering wheel, knuckles showing white through his already pale skin.

You don't remember his hand raking through his white-blond hair, leaving it a mess, short strands casting long strands on his face.

You don't remember him running his tongue over his teeth in frustration.

When you reach the house, he doesn't move. You don't notice, you step out of the car and you're halfway to the front door when you hear the engine cut and the door slam. In the quiet of the street, it echoes.

On any other night, perhaps you'd pay it mind, but not tonight. Not on your birthday. God knows how much you'd drank, it was a wonder you were able to put one foot in front of the other.

Couldn't you let loose just once?

You stumble up the stairs, nearly falling. Aerion so close behind you can feel the unnatural warmth of him.

His quiet anger fills the room, all-consuming—suffocating in its presence.

You'd barely stepped into your room, when his long fingers wrap around your wrist and yank you around to face him.

He steps forward, slowly, fingers tightening against your skin. His violet eyes gleam in the dark of your room. His footfalls are heavy on the wooden floor, like a dragon stalking its prey. You give up ground, backing up until you feel the coolness of your bedroom wall through your thin top.

He traces your face with his eyes, leaving heat where they trail along your lashes, your jaw, and the swell of your lips. In all the months you'd been dating, he'd never looked at you with the intensity he was now. Your head jerks forward as his hand tightens on your chin, squeezing hard enough you could believe tomorrow you'd wake with a face painted in purples and blues. A soft thud sounds out as his other hand leaves your wrist, pressing against the wall, so close his thumb brushes your cheek.

Your mouth opens and no sound comes out.

He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, teeth glinting sharply in the low light.

"Who was that?"

You blink—hard, twice. Your lashes flutter wildly as you search for words.

"Aerion, I don't—who?"

His jaw clenches, and you swear you can almost hear his teeth grind. His hand shifts south, thumb brushing over your pulse, fluttering like a caged bird's wings. His hand rests there, solid and firm, not squeezing. Not yet.

"You know who," He scoffs. "The fool who held you at the party."

"Aerion, I don't know who you're talking about. You're scaring me. You've never—"

His hand tightens suddenly, and a gasp escapes your lips.

"Don't lie to me." His voice comes out icy. The quietness with which he speaks scares you more than loud words and violent gestures.

Your hands wrap around Aerion's larger one, pulling at his wrist desperately. But his grip remains firm.

"Aerion, please. I don't know who you're talking about."

He yanks you forward, mouth crashing against yours. The kiss isn't sweet. It's nothing like the ones you've shared before with him. It's punishing. It's all teeth. You gasp when he bites down on your lower lip—hard. Tears well up in your eyes, spilling over your cheeks. Twin rivers carve a path down your face, gleaming in the dim light of the moon, softly glowing through the window.

You taste your own blood, and a sound you don't recognize escapes your own throat.

When he pulls back, you can still see traces of your own blood on his lips. His tongue darts out to lick his lips clean—eyes tracing the paths your tears left.

Wordlessly, he pulls you off the wall and walks you backwards till the backs of your knees touch your bed. Then he releases you.

You barely get your arms out in time to catch yourself before Aerion's mouth meets yours once more.

He tastes like ash and fire, tongue tasting you as he presses you harder into the mattress. You push against his chest in protest, and in response he wedges his legs between yours, opening you up to him. His free hand grabs both of your wrists in a vice grip, pinned near your headboard.

You buck your hips in panic, eyes wide as you bite down on his tongue.

He growls out a curse, tongue flicking out, as if to taste the air. And then he smiles, teeth pink from his bloodied tongue. His hips jerk forward, pressing against the heat of you.

"If you won't tell me," his free hand works at the button on your pants, "I suppose I'll just have to get the truth out of you. One way or another."

Then his mouth is back on you. He swallows every sound you make, cold rings brushing your core. Without warning, he slips two thick digits inside. Warmth rushes to your face, ashamed at the slickness already gathered between your thighs, and how easy you make it for him to take what he wants.

Aerion curls the two digits inside you and you hear the rumble of a laugh from him as your back arches, mouth open in a silent scream. As he works you, rings dragging sinfully against your walls, shame bursts through you hot and bright—a familiar coil tightening deep in the warmth of your belly.

He loosens his grip on your wrists, and you take the chance to grab at his arm, scrabbling for purchase, and anchor—anything.

"Aerion, please, Aerion, I'm so close, I'm so—" Your jaw goes slack in surprise when he pulls his fingers from your slick heat. He shoves them in your mouth.

"Suck."

You mumble around his fingers, intelligible as his long fingers gag you. Your lashes flutter at the taste of yourself on his fingers, your core clenching around nothing.

"Say please." He takes his fingers from your mouth.

"Please, Aerion, please—I need you." You plead with him.

As he looks down at you, your face warm to the touch, hair splayed out in a mess of tangles on your pillows, your jeans half undone, and your shirt pushed up over your breasts, he makes a noise of contentment.

You let out a moan of approval and relief as his fingers move closer—so close you can feel the heat of his hand against your bared skin. But he stops just short.

"Do you want to tell me now?"

Your eyes find his in the dim lighting of the room, a pleading look on your face.

"Aerion, please. I swear I don't know what you're talking about, please—"

His jaw clenches as he withdraws his hand from your pants.

"Take it off. Take it all off."

Your nipples pebble in the cool air as you pull your shirt over your head. His violet eyes trace the swell of your breasts down to the smooth skin of your thighs as you shed your pants. His eyes leave trails of fire in their wake as they roam over your skin, hot against the chill of your sheets.

Your face is still warm, flushed, as you attempt to cover yourself. Aerion still stands fully clothed, the faint ridge of him hard in his pants. Your core is still weeping as desire pools warm in your stomach.

Long fingers grab your waist, flipping you onto your stomach in one fluid movement. One hand presses against the small of your back, forcing your hips into the air as the palms your ass, squeezing hard. You're fully exposed now, the breeze of the cool air of your room making you shiver.

You gasp—the sound muffled by your pillow—as the head of him swipes once through your slick, your only warning before he sheathes himself fully, burying himself to the hilt. The fullness of him burns, sweet in its fire.

He doesn't give you time to recover, no. He pulls out till just the head of his cock rests buried in your folds, before he pushes back in hard, hitting a spot inside of you so hard you see stars.

As he watches you beneath him, a thought snakes its way through his mind: he likes seeing you incoherent, pleading, drunk on his cock.

He's so hard it hurts. You can feel every ridge and every vein as he ruts against you. Each drag of him is like heaven against your walls.

The pace he sets is punishing. It's nothing like when he made love to you the first time you'd slept together. He was so gentle then.

That Aerion is a far cry from this one. Part of you wonders if this is who he was all along.

Your hands grip your sheets hard, knuckles white as they clench into fists.

Aerion lets out a cold chuckle, its a low rumble deep in his chest. When you look back, his violet eyes hold yours. His skin is smooth, pale—carved from marble.

Your skin is slick from sweat, face stained from your tears, hair having long escaped from the braid you'd had it in.

His hand tangles in your hair, yanking you backwards into a deep arch. The other arm encircles your front, coming to rest at your throat.

His chest is warm at your back, a small comfort as he thrusts relentlessly up into you. He likes the feel of your pulse fluttering beneath his fingers. He likes that you're scared. He likes you like this.

Your cunt flutters, clenching around him, and he knows you're about to cum.

"Not yet." The words are a quiet warning as his hand tightens around your throat, a necklace of pressure against the sides.

A desperate keening whine escapes your throat—you hands grappling against the smooth planes of his chest in an attempt to find even a second of relief.

Relief you do not find. His other hand comes down to circle at your bud. The dual sensation of him filling you and the roughness of his finger circling you push you over the edge hard.

You cry out as you cum, clenching hard around Aerion's cock. You go limp in his arms, cunt still clenching around him like a vice grip. He barely makes a sound as he finishes inside of you.

When it's over, only the sound of your ragged breathing fill the room. He presses his lips to your shoulder, and you can feel him smile against your skin—it feels more like a warning than a true smile.

"Never do that again, do you hear me?"

You nod.

He adjusts himself, cock still inside of you.

"Good. Not done with you yet."

The moon shifts restlessly, shining brighter as it arcs its way through the velvet night sky.

[captainfern]

captain PLEASE aerion smut where he is mean but also completely pussy drunk but like crazy whiny

oh hell yeah

18+ (fem!reader + no y/n, SMUT, he’s not superrr mean but he’s a whiny little shit and he’s aerion soooo)

he’s been in a foul mood all day.

yelling at servants, snapping at your chamber maids, berating the minor lords who request a word with him. he’s a snake on the hunt: slithering through the halls with his eyes sharp and fangs bared.

and having been married to the man for a considerable amount of time, you know just what he needs, even if is he reluctant to admit it.

“gods, look at you. such a filthy fucking whore for your prince,” aerion utters as his hands clamp down on your hips, your core hovering just inches from his face. you grip the wood of the headboard, your legs trembling as you hold yourself up, aerion’s words thick with lust. “pussy’s dripping all over my fucking face.”

he groans as he pulls you to him, gluing his mouth to the slick slit of your core and curling his serpentine tongue against you. you huff out a breathless moan of his name, the heat of his mouth blistering against you.

aerion licks through your folds before delving deep into your drooling hole without any warning. a rumbling purr leaves his chest, and you can’t help but rock your hips, chasing the vibrations where the slope of his nose meets your clit.

he pushes you up slightly, warm air fanning over your core, making you keen, fingers tight on the headboard.

“needy girl. she’s drooling for it, isn’t she?” aerion speaks into you, his tone sharp and condescending as his eyes fix on your cunt. “s’just pathetic. so desperate for my mouth.”

you whine when his mouth is back on you, tongue stuffing deep inside you in one unfurling thrust. he guides your hips, grinding you down onto his face as he takes what he needs, eyes fluttering closed as the taste and smell of you completely overwhelm him.

you’re hot and wet and sweet on his tongue, your thighs bracketing his head are plush and warm, the sounds falling from your mouth are airy and melodic. his cock jumps against the fabric of his breeches, quickly growing hard.

you gain a slight bit of autonomy when aerion’s cock hardens and the blood seems to rush from his head. he moans loudly into your cunt as his breeches tent, fingers pushing indents into the flesh of your hips. but you begin grinding yourself harder against him, his nose a firm push against your swollen clit, his tongue thick and deep inside you.

he’s grunting against your core, the vibrations settling a deep-rooted pleasure inside of you, but you can’t let it overwhelm you. not when he has been such a brat today, especially.

behind you, you know he’s bucking his hips, chasing the rub of his linen breeches on the sensitive, leaking head of his cock. his chest rises and falls rapidly, and he’s panting like a dog, the sounds mostly swallowed by the slick squelches of his tongue shifting in and out of you.

so with as much strength as you can muster, you lift yourself from his face.

aerion’s eyes snap open, pupils blown wide, irises dark with need. his face is shining with your slick, and his eyes dart from your pussy to your face.

“what the fuck are you doing?” he growls, hands tight on your hips. “sit down.”

you release a shaky sigh. “n-no, aerion. you need to ask nicely.”

the corner of his mouth curls into a snarl, and he tries to pull you back onto his mouth. but you resist, legs trembling either side of his head, fingers straining on the headboard. aerion lets out a low grumble, more animal than human, and it makes your breath hitch.

“you disobedient little—” he takes a deep breath. “sit on my fucking face or i’ll—”

“you’ll do nothing,” you retort, dropping just a fraction so the tip of his nose brushes against you. he surges upwards, his mouth meeting your slick folds for a moment, but you quickly rise out of the contact. he groans, brows furrowing as you tut at him. “you’ll get nothing until you ask nicely, aerion.”

one of his hands moves from your hips, as if to reach up and grip your arm, but you slap it away. he lets out another growl, but his hand returns to your hip as he stares up at you.

“i am blood of the dragon,” he seethes before licking his lips, tasting you there. “if i want my wife to sit on my face—”

“then you will ask nicely. you are my dragon, aerion, do not forget that,” you remind him coyly, growing braver with each word you speak.

you wriggle your hips above him, and he groans, watching your slick seep from your pussy, your inner thighs damp and glistening. he needs you so bad—his cock is too hard in his breeches, and sweat beads on his forehead.

after a tense moment, his jaw clenches. “please.”

you peer down at him, rocking your hips slightly. his eyes flit to watch the movement, then flick back up when you begin to speak. “please, what? what do you need?”

a loud, desperate groan finally rips free of aerion’s throat, his hands tightening on your hips. “fuck, fuck—okay, okay, please. i need you. i need you to sit down.”

“sit down where?” you question, and delight in the frustration and desperation that passes over your husband’s slick face.

“my face,” aerion whines. “please, my love, please let me—let me put my mouth on you. i need it.”

you coo down at him as you sink. “aw, but only because you asked so nicely, my prince.”

when his mouth makes contact with you again, his eyes roll and a reverberating whine passes through him. his tongue curls inside you, bullying into your cunt with only a couple of thick, fast thrusts. you rock yourself against him, soft moans of his name making his cock twitch behind you.

“gods, aerion, so good. you’re doing so good,” you praise him, and his mind goes blank.

his foul mood has completely vanished.

[thelcianohh]

Alright so quick disclaimer, this is my second ever digital drawing ever made, I’m a beginner artist so please no hate but feedback is ofcourse appreciated

𝙰𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙰𝚄 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚁𝚃

Anyways I wanted to make fanart for a A knight of the seven kingdoms Fanfic Welcome to the family by @Padmespetal. It’s a fanart of Aerion specifically- hope yall like it! I kinda gave up on the background😭 (lwk could’ve made this better but ugh💔)

EDIT: I made this (and another one I’m still finishing) right after reading the finale of Welcome to the Family and around the finale of AKOTSK. I haven’t been able to draw much lately because of school and low motivation, but I’m finally getting back into it! I’m planning to make more fan art and push myself to improve as much as possible. I’ll probably be buying a new iPad this summer too, so I’m really excited to draw more consistently again :)✨

Dont know if I prefer with or without the outlines so here’s both. (^‿^✿)

[nqarxne]

[ladythedrunken]

Aerions Actor has just a natural kawaii aspect to him that it's wild he can play such an evil man so well

[rhaenyras-crown]

shall i grace thy tumblr with a modern baelor blurb i wrote ages ago