Is something I think about often..

Because these two men, are going at it perfectly. With years together, bonding and growing, much less fighting alongside one another on a battlefield, it makes for perfect strategy with you. It is not fighting, but friendly challenge. And they both have their own way of doing it.

Baelor would ease you down, backing you up with firm hands and laying you to the bed, Maekar already kissing along your skin and ridding you of your clothes. He is more eager than his brother, perhaps slightly more rough, fingers testing through your folds as Baelor watches on hungrily, sliding a hand up your thighs. Simply getting off at the way his brother works you open.

But when they both move down you, is when the heat rises. Baelor licks a broad stripe along the heat of your cunt, tasting your arousal as it coats his tongue, Maekar does the same, swirling his tongue up and around your clit sending you jerking into their hold. Both hands clamped on either one of your thighs, and from there.. they get entirely lost in you. Your scent, your taste, their spit mixing from their mouths to one another’s as your juices run down their chins.

Your hands grip the sheets, perhaps moving into their hair, knocking them against one another and further into you, and they do not relent, not even sway, not even as you come undone over and over again on their tongues. They make sure of that, to leave you boneless and blissed. They have a pattern too, where one focuses on your clit, sucking your swollen pearl in between their lips, teasing and flicking, the other plunges into your hole, wet muscle fucking you and driving deeper. Both men have a tendency to get messy with it, shamelessly so.. so long as they are hearing all of your sweet sounds, neither one could care. In fact they prefer it. And as you come undone, moaning and bucking into them, they simple hold you down, keeping your legs open with a steady push of a finger, and devouring you, drinking you down with every last drop.

HEAT STROKE X AERION

art credit to the amazing @dudledudeless on twt— however i saw this on tiktok.

⋆˙⟡ aerion targaryen x twin!targaryen!reader

wc, 3.2k .ᐟ

SUMMARY, aerion always gets what he wants and so therefore, when your father betroths you to daeron instead of him, your twin, he pays you a visit in your chambers with a plan to claim you for himself.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS, smut, unprotected p in v, targcest (twin x twin), virginity loss, breeding kink, reader is betrothed to daeron and is described to have silver hair and lilac eyes, titty sucking, rough sex, corruption kink, obsession, mention of blood if you squint.

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

Aerion was never patient — not when he was a babe and certainly not now as a man grown. Whenever he saw something he liked, he simply took it, never fearing that consequences may follow. From a young age, he had been convinced he was a dragon cursed to live in human form, and so he also believed that rules didn’t apply to him.

Even more so when it came to you, his twin sister, his beloved. To Aerion, whether or not you belonged to him was not even a question, you were his by birthright. Not only because the two of you had shared a womb and a name day, but because you were his equal, the only other dragon he believed walked this world.

The only one who understood him.

The only one who did not flinch in his presence.

The only woman worthy of carrying his blood.

Aerion was a flame and you weren’t the extinguisher but what kept him burning. However, unlike your twin, you were not cruel and did not take pleasure in others’ misfortune, let alone cause it yourself. Where Aerion thrived on fear, you thrived on peace and thank the Gods you were able to reflect some of it onto your brother.

Recently, a new guard made the terrible mistake of referring to you by your first name rather than your princess title. Though you were quick to forgive the man for his error, your brother, who had witnessed everything, was not.

“What do you suggest, sweet sister?” He laughed as though he were watching the most entertaining play staged, “Should I have his tounge for forgetting your proper title?”

Before you could respond, another dark chuckle escaped Aerion at the sight of the guard’s terrified expression. The man’s knees threatened to buckle as the prince in front of him toyed with the blade in his hands, tapping the edge lightly against the wooden table as if marking the final seconds of a countdown. Each tap echoed loudly through the hall, sending shivers down your spine but not fear.

No — It was never fear. You had seen Aerion at his worst before and knew that this situation was nowhere near the lengths he would go for you. Fortunately, you also knew that if you asked kindly enough, he would stop.

“Aerion,” you breathed, stepping forward, placing a soothing hand on his broad shoulder. The moment he felt your touch, the tapping of the weapon slowed, then it stopped entirely. His compelling eyes flickered to you, silently urging you to continue — because if there was one person who could make the mad Targaryen prince listen, it was no one but the other half of him.

“Leave the poor man be, I believe he’s learnt from his mistake.” You said softly, gently massaging his shoulder, feeling him relax and lean back against you. As soon as the words left your mouth Aerion opened his own as if to argue, but quickly closed it again when your stern gaze met his, “brother…”

“Fine.” He scoffed, lowering his blade down completely. With his now free hand, he gestured toward the man who had been staring at the two of you with narrow eyes, signaling for him to leave. You fought the urge to smirk as the guard made his exit, Gods, how you loved the way Aerion could never refuse you.

“For you jorrāeliros (beloved), I will temper the fire but just this once.”

And that was just one of many examples of how Aerion completely obeyed you. To this day, it still never failed to astonish your father how you had his most troublesome son wrapped around your pretty little finger.

By now, the court had grown accustomed to constantly seeing you and your twin together, it was never one without the other. Yet, despite your unmistakable affection and the way your touches lingered too long, your father chose to turn a blind eye and betrothed you to your eldest brother, Daeron, instead. When you saw the way Aerion’s eyes darkened at the news, realising it was no jest, you recognised that this time you could not control what he would do.

Just as Maekar had predicted his second son would, that very night, he came knocking on his father’s chamber doors, pleading for your hand — only to be turned away.

“Father, she is my twin, my other half—mine by birthright!” Aerion shouted, his patience wearing thin, growing more and more frustrated with every passing second. “Aerion…” Maekar sighed, knowing that nothing he could say would calm him. “Your sister and Daeron shall make a fine match.”

While Maekar, like everyone else, was aware of the twisted love between the two of you, he simply refused to give his first-born, precious daughter away to a monster like Aerion. Sure, his eldest son was a fool who always drank but even in his drunken state, he was not half as mad as Aerion was when he was sober.

Realising that continuing the conversation was pointless and that there was no changing his father’s mind, the prince came up with an even bolder idea — one that would secure more than just your hand in marriage. “Alright, father.” He murmured, his lips forming into a thin line. “I will see myself out.” He said firmly, not bothering to look at the older man before him once as the words left his mouth.

Maekar knew his son, well at least well enough to know that this wouldn’t be the end of it because when Aerion desired something, he always found a way to claim it, one way or another. Though his son’s refusal to pursue the matter any further should have brought him peace, it did quite the opposite. “This boy.” Maekar grunted, pressing a hand to his forehead in distress as he watched Aerion shut the chamber door, the sound echoing through the room and doing nothing to ease his newly formed headache.

He really should have sensed something was wrong, perhaps even stopped his son because for while the dragon prince may have seemed composed, he was anything but and the Gods knew there was nothing more dangerous than an angry, maddened Targaryen.

Aerion’s mind was racing as he now made his way to your chambers. How dare his father try to separate the two of you? Did he not realise that you were his anchor? the only thing keeping him fairly sane?

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While in the middle of brushing your hair, the sound of someone knocking on the door startled you, causing you to slightly jump in your seat. After all, it was rather late and you had not been expecting any visitors. Still, you rose to greet the unexpected guest, quickly straightening the creases of your nightgown just beforehand.

You furrowed your brows when you were met with lilac eyes identical to your own. “Brother?” You asked, your voice filled with uncertainty at the sight of your twin. What could he possibly be doing here?

Of course, because of how close you were, random visits were not unusual for the two of you but at this hour — they certainly were. It was so unexpected that you felt a tinge of excitement in a place you shouldn’t. Your heart skipped a beat when he took a daring step toward you, your bodies only centimetres away from touching.

“Two dragons shall not be kept apart.” He muttered, before allowing himself into your room and letting the door click shut behind him. “Are you alright you look—” you started but your words of concern were cut off by Aerion wrapping his large arms around your waist, pulling you against him. You gasp at the sudden contact, your hands instinctively rising to his chest.

You have bathed together, slept together, cuddled in each other’s arms, so why did this feel so intimate, so… forbidden? Perhaps it was because you were no longer children but man and woman, or perhaps it was because his actions revealed his intentions.

Luckily enough for you, it was quite dark, so your twin wouldn’t be able you the way your cheeks flushed a rosy pink at your proximity. Otherwise, you were certain he would have mocked you, just as he had the time he stole your first kiss.

“Aw, don’t tell me my innocent, little sister hasn’t had her first kiss yet.” He cooed, teasingly twirling a strand of your silver hair around his finger.

“S—Shut up Aerion and you’re hardly even older, it’s by only 3 minutes!” You exclaimed, rolling your eyes, folding your arms beneath your chest in annoyance.

Your reaction only made his smirk widen. “Whatever you say little flame..” he trailed off before cupping the side of your neck and capturing your lips in another kiss.

Inevitably, his hands didn’t linger on your waist, they were quick to roam elsewhere, greedily exploring your body; from squeezing your wide hips, to caressing your perky tits, right until they landed on your exposed back, feeling the soft skin there. Due to you being only in a thin nightgown, it was almost like you were already bare.

You yelp when your back hits the wall and Aerion uses this as an opportunity to pin your hands above your head. Noticing the frown on your face, he leans in and presses a peck to your lips, “Don’t question zaldrītsos (little dragon), let your brother take care of you.”

If only you werent so consumed by his touch you might have questioned what he was doing, maybe even pushed him away but you didn’t. Instead you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes glossy and nodded gently.

If only.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful like this, my sweet, sweet sister.” Aerion groaned, his voice rough and full with desire, desire for you, his innocent little sister. Your eyes widen when you feel something hard press against your lower stomach, confused by what it is, you attempt to move but Aerion stops you.

“Greedy little thing, already want the dragon in you, do you?” He murmurs mockingly. Without warning, he rips your dressing off and though your first instinct is to cover yourself, the dark look in his eyes makes you reconsider. Your nipples harden as they are exposed to the cold air but one of them quickly softens when Aerion attaches his mouth onto your breast.

“Aerion!” You moan at the foreign sensation, wetness pooling in between your legs as you watched your ‘older’ brother suck on your tit like a babe. He reaches his hand to cup your second, neglected breast, playing with it while his tongue twirled around the nipple of the other one. His dick hardens at the thought of how large they would swell once you were round with his son.

Embarrassed by the loud sounds slipping out your mouth, you attempt to muffle them by biting down on your lip but your brother caught on what you were trying to straight away and responded with a harsh smack on your ass. You shriek as you feel the sting on your backside. Meeting Aerion’s gaze, he casts you a disapproving glare. “Do not try to keep anything from me, dear sister.” He speaks sternly, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your core clenches around nothing and simultaneously you wrap your thighs around your twin’s waist, searching for any kind of friction. “Please, I want…” You gasp out, unsure of what you were even asking for, but Aerion seemed to understand as he began to undo his breeches.

Everything is a blur. Aerion wastes no time, pushing you higher against the wall. The next thing you know you feel something warm press into the entrance of your clit, making your mouth fall open in an O shape. “You sure you want to ride the dragon?” He whispers in your ear, teasingly biting your earlobe. Being impatient, he makes no effort to warm you up first, let alone pause for your answer.

Grabbing your thigh, he enteres you in a single thrust. Your hole stretches around him and you hiss at the pain of being split open, however it is quickly overtaken by a wave of pleasure. None of your sinful fantasies could have ever prepared you for this, prepared you for how good your brother would feel inside you.

“Oh dōny” (sweet) he whimpered, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your feminine scent as he began to move.

“Remained pure for me, did you?” He cruelly laughed, looking down to see the blood covering his length before thrusting again. The rhythm built gradually yet he remained rough, squeezing your breasts with every movement of his hips. You moaned as he hit that spongey spot inside you. Wrapping your legs around him tighter, you push him further into your cunt. Naturally, Aerion seizes this as an opportunity to tease you. “With the way you’re clenching around me I could almost mistake you for a common whore.”

You were so overwhelmed that a single tear rolled down your face at the insult. He smiled sadistically, leaning in to lick it away only to smash his lips onto yours moments after. The kiss was fierce, your tongues clashing like twin dragons in battle, and of course he won. He always did.

The way your tits would bounce every time he slammed into you encouraged Aerion to pick up his pace. “Brother I—!” you squealed, the sound ripping through your throat when he grabbed a hold of your hips to force you to match his speed. The thought that someone would hear you and find out that you had willingly given yourself to your brother, the one who was certainly not your betrothed, made everything all the more thrilling.

You were so close.

He was so close.

The two of you were so close to your release.

You both groaned as he spilled his seed into your womb, now fully claiming you as his. “Need you to swell with my child.” He panted, making no effort to pull out to ensure his seed has taken root. “My sister, my twin flame.” He murmured, gently caressing your cheek.

Now father would have no choice but to betroth you to him. Aerion smirked to himself at how perfectly his plan was unfolding, certain that by now his father knew: whatever he wanted, he always got.

And you were his from the very beginning.

[GIFS] A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms EP6 -5

B1/B2/B3/B4/B5/B6/B7

Summary: the pressence of the dragon is always there, especially when everyone is celebrating a feast on the hall of the Red Keep, and you can sense his look onto you.

Pairing: Aerion Targaryen x reader

Warnings: smut, p in v, predatory kink, simulating a hunt, posessiveness, a little anxiety from escaping, biting, primal kink, Aerion being a freak, chasing.

A/N: this was writen in two hours while blushing like a mad girl, I was craving Aerion and my mind just flipped.

Masterlist

He is been looking at you all night since you entered the feast hall of the Red Keep. You notice his look better than you would want to, intense and dark. You try not to look back at him, not to see how his eyes pierce into your soul and his pressence makes you feel like a mouse.

It doesn't matter where you sit, how much people were around you or how many fights ocurred during dinner, he was still on you. At some point you wondered if he was even blinking or it was some kind of valyrian magic.

You had the mistake of looking at him for a moment and he was with his careless posture and dark violet eyes. He smirked a little when your eyes met and waved his hand slighty, as if he was saying a playful hello, but it was not.

There was nothing sweet or childish about his behaviour that night, it was obscure and predatory, like being chased by a dragon, him.

You eat dinner like you always do, chatted with the ladies and even danced a little when the food ran out and the wine was kicking in, but he didn't move. Aerion Targaryen is like a fire, burning you but you were also unable to run away from it otherwise you would get cold.

At some point you didn't see any sense in being on the feast hall and decided to take a walk outside.

The night is full of spring, a small breeze but no cold. The hallways of the Red Keep have no souls, not even soldiers it appears, everyone is celebrating on the feast.

You sense a shadow around you, nearby but nowhere visible by your untrained eyes. You grab a torch and your body starts to become scared. Your steps take speed thru the halls and the gardens until you are near the entrance of the cellars in the deep of the castle.

Somehow and by some stupidity you think that the pressence would not follow you on the long ago home of the dragons, even though you know that is not true.

You had to higher your gowns lenght to not fall while running down the stairs and down there everything was much darker than upside. At least before you had the moonlight thru the windows, now you have nothing.

You stop for a moment to regain your breath and you hear footsteps near you. Your anxiety is reaching a peak so high that you didn't care about who was on the other side and you landed a punch to the air.

Your hand crashed onto something warm and skin like, so your body asked you to get out.

Now you were fully running, something shameful for court ladies, but your survival instincts are asking you to do it, to get away.

The steps dissapear at somepoint and you feel for the first time in the night, alone... too much alone in a too sudden way.

You lift the torch to reveal you are near the skull of Balerion, the first dragon.

The steps are near again but you don't have time react until that body was on yours. You tried to free yourself, even scratching the skin of the other, but you don't have enough strenght.

Your bodies get closer and closer and directed onto the wall. You lift the torch, obliged by the warm hand of your opponent, your predator more like.

His fingers connect with yours and guide your hand to leave the torch on hanger. Now the fire lets you both see your faces and Aerion is looking at you even more intense that during the feast, thrilled by the hunger of blood and the hunt.

You don't dare to say anything yet, after all you are the prey and you have been trapped. The light lets you see a small hint of pink and blood onto his cheek, your punch must have been more than you intented.

Your breaths get syncronized, trying to regain composture while your mouth are so close that the mist from your mouth mixes as the cellar gets colder and your bodies hotter.

"You hit me..." his voice sounded like a growl, you don't know if that is intended or he is more tired that you thought.

"I was scared." you tried to sound coquette, gracefull like a dove.

"Oh yeah... tell me then." he is looking at you with a darkest primal look while he licks his lower lip to get rid of the hint of blood, you can't help but look at the tongue movement, "what are you so afraid off to hit a prince?"

"A dragon." you say it like a whisper even though you both are alone.

"We are surrounded by dead dragons. You picked the worst place to be."

"I am afraid of dragons in human form, my prince." he growls and looks at you getting closer and starting to lift your skirt with anticipation.

"Are you afraid of me?" his tongue licks your ear and gives it a little bite.

"Of course I am, my dragon prince."

There it was, the finish line. He grabed you scalp like you are nothing to him and smashed his lips onto yours. His tongue starts to inmediatly enter your mouth and gain the battle against your defenses.

You try to touch him back but he didn't let you do it, he grabbed your hands and press it against the wall probably making wounds but neither of you care. Your body is being pressed without mercy on to the wall too, the hall being filled with desperate and needy sounds.

"And what is the worst thing a dragon can do to you? What makes you shiver the most," his hand is again your neck, squeezing slightly but not restraining you completely.

"I heard being eaten by a dragon is the worse thing that can happen to a court lady like me."

Without a warning, Aerion ripped your dress and all the embroidery fell onto the ground. You let out a surprised chuckle and tried to hide yourself but he was fast enought to bury his face of your breasts and start to suck and bite.

Your hands start to tangle onto his white pale hair and he leaves trail of saliva and bites until he is on the frontier of your belly.

"You are right, you must be scared... no one can run away from a hungry dragon, especially a weak maiden like you." he continues to rip your clothes until you are completely naked, your body shivers and trembles everytime he cracks the silk.

"And why would I think that a dragon prince would like to devour a maiden weak like me?"

Aerion's fingers are cold when they enter in contact with your clitoris and you can't help but shiver again. He looks directly onto your eyes, examining all your responses to him.

"No look is better than yours when you are being chased." one of his fingers enters your core while his other hand is again grabing your neck.

You start to moan at his fast motions and you have already been wet since you left the feast hall. At first you were a little embarrased about your sounds, but soon enough you were yelling.

"Do you think that if someone gets down here, they would think I am torturing you?" a particular heavy press on your clit makes you gasp.

"I love being tortured like this, more by a dragon prince."

"You are scared of dragons but are pleased to be tortured like them?" his laugh is insulting and clearly mocking you, so you had to change your humour and strategy.

"Quit the foreplay. Dragons don't ask for permission or mock their preys..."

"They just take what they want." he finished the sentence and his fingers started to move faster, "you are going to regret saying that."

The knot in your stomach is almost undone but he takes the fingers off. You let out a curse and scratch his neck. He grunts at the feeling while his hands are going down to free his cock from his robe.

His kisses are battlefields and when are in contact with your neck, you now you are going to have marks tomorrow, he loves when the court sees them. His hands are griping your flesh so thigtly that you are going to be sore and he hasn't even started yet.

"I am not going to stop even if you ask me... you should have run more."

With that commanded whisper and a last forceful bite, he entered you with a powerful thrust. You moaned onto the cellar and he hooks your legs over his fully clothed waist.

His hips impact against yours without a break, you can't escape him. Your arms surround him so you don't fall cause clearly he is not paying attention if you are good or not. He is completely drown in the sensation of your cunt, your warmth, his prize.

He has chased you around the corners of the Red Keep, he has been hunting you all night and cornered you on the maze of the underground cellars. He has been the apex predator, a true dragon and cause of that he has his winning trophy, tasting his beautiful and loyal prey.

"My prince..." you start to say as small desperate pleas that only make him go faster and stronger, completely abusing your body and bending it to his.

"My dragon's wife." you smile at that nickname, he doesn't ussually says it, people think it is presumptuous, but you both love it.

His look started to get concentrated in something more than your eyes and thats when you know he is close. You try to lower your hand to touch your clit but he didn't let you and slaped you hand away.

"Don't you even dare..." it was a clear warning that you were going to obey.

His hand started to do as you intended on the first place, maybe cause he cares about your pleasure or maybe cause you hurt his pride a little. The pleasure starts to get higher and higher until your walls clench. You moan and gasp for air onto his neck while pressing your legs tightly around his waist.

He grabs your hips and does a couple of final brutal thrusts before leaving a low long grunt.

His grip loosens up a little and you free your legs to touch the ground again. Your balance fails and he catches you with a prideful look.

"It looks like the dragon has taken all your strenght."

"As the dragon said earlier, I am weak."

"You are strong enough to survive him... and bear his children." you look at him and his eyes are the most weak you have seeing in the night, yearning.

"I hope so." the cold hit you so he put his cape around you, the fabric lingered around your back and you realized that you maybe had been hurt on the back. You look for a moment at the stone wall and feel stupid, tomorrow your body is going to hurt like the seven hells.

"I might have been to harsh on you, my wife... You know I love to do it." an small lustful glance appeared again on his look, he is proud of having ravished your body, "we will get to our chambers and I would call a servant to prepare a bath for us, after my seed settles on your whomb." his arms surround you from behind.

"Maybe we should stop doing this on this places."