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Things about me; I'm an artist(traditional), asian(so my first language isn't English), I enjoy sticker collecting, reading, writing, politics.

Also I do not condone any of the behavior I write(since some of my fics are disturbing to some please read safely and take care of your mental health) I'm age 20 so I'm mostly very busy with other things other than making fanfics

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Scat(wanting someone defecate on a person or being the one to defecate on a person)

Like look at him!

Munch!dunk x brat!reader

TW!; 18+, MDNI, nickname; brat+good girl+lady wife, porn w no plot, wife and husband things, pussy slapping, overstim, size kink, light choking, spanking, brat taming, Dom!dunk, subby!reader, minor hair pulling(dunk kinda bit your puss lightly but that's okay 😊)

Context; the days apart from his work made him grew antsy, missing his dear wife greatly yet when coming home you had been nothing but distant and bratty.

He had tried to be patient.

Gods knows he had.

His sweet little wife that he had missed so greatly, within the days he had been all alone with nothing but a stiff bag to hold at night while he lay on a cot.

A yearning from afar through the thick forests as dense as the castle walls he had once visited.

The harsh slap cutting him out of his thoughts- ahh yes. He had overhead one of the knights talking about their wives, he hadn't thought of doing it to you- he would never raise a hand to you. But they said it would help..

Having you on his lap, squirming with your ass up reddened with his hand print. "Quit squirmin' you know I have missed you, wife."

THWACK.

A heavy hand smacking against your ass again making you jolt, he see as your body tensed like a bow string under his touch. Awaiting for another smack, "I tried to be patient with you, because I truly did miss you."

Another hard smack, one that sent a hot bolt straight to your core— an unwanted arousal between your tight laced thighs. watching how everytime he smacked how your ass rippled waves, how your skin bloomed with red with the imprint of his palm. A guilty feeling that mixed with a name which he couldn't describe, like the weight from his chest untied with each slap.

He is trying to help you.

You were his dearest wife after all, he was doing what's best for you.

His other leg down at the back of your ankles seeing as how hard you had squirmed, you were quite upset at him for that clearly but it didn't last long— he was glad he didn't do the wrong thing.

His hold unyielding, those thick thighs with every thick strand of muscle like it was made of iron. Manhandling you to fit what he wants you in, your back arching away from those thick thighs. "Y'know I'm doin' this cause' your being bratty right?" He had spoken to you like you were nothing but a misbehaving child, it only made your head dizzy with the shame of lust that felt hot on your lower stomach.

Hearing no answer he had grabbed your hair, pulling you up to face him. "Uh-huh." It came out higher than what you expected, seeing those wet cheeks from your tears and those pouty bitten lips.

Seeing you pliant and trembling in his hold, he saw your head hung low hearing how you sniffled and legs trembled with anticipation. "I grow tired of being patient with you."

Your body tensing again. waiting for another slap that didn't come only those rough hands resting on your red ass, rubbing soothing circles trying to ease your taut limbs and those clenched thighs. He felt your body eased up, he had unhooked his leg to free your legs, from his sudden roughness to softness confused you greatly yet the ache between your legs was still there. "Will you be a good girl for me wife?"

Nodding knowing your words would only embarrass you, not trusting your voice to tell him how much you did want him.

Elbows propped up looking at what he was doing- him suddenly spreading your ass cheeks, the sudden coolness making your slickness clear. Without much thought he had stuck a single thick finger, toying with your wet entrance "didn't think you'd enjoy it more than I did.." he kept toying with your wet pussy before pulling his finger out to lick your slick like it was honey, "so fuckin' sweet f'me."

His fingers went out of his mouth with a satisfying wet 'pop', yelping out- startled by the sudden movement as he practically moved your whole lower body with those firm arms. grabbing your hips lining his mouth to your cunt like some starved beast with your legs flailing with his head in between, his knees being the only source to balance yourself— the feeling of his tongue flattening on your heat, lapping the outer wetness with that long tongue "ohh- Ng—! Dunk wait-" your pleas fell on deaf ears, he had your legs curled on his head resting those thighs on his firm shoulders.

Eating your pussy like a starved man, like he wasn't going to see you again— he did everything, groping your reddened ass whilst he greedily lapped and suckled your clit and sinking those thick digits into your tight walls. "My lady-wife your doin' s'good f'me, taste so good f'me." His voice muffled with your thighs, his tongue toying with your hard little nub using your poor little nub like it was a toy not letting you cum, edging you two times until pulling his hair making him grunt on your mound.

"ahh-!" A startled noise coming out when he nipped the fat on your mound before your pussy, teeth and all yet feeling you start to squirm away he went back lathed onto your clit to finish what you wanted most.

His rhythm was unlikely until he finally felt you in your brink, forcing you to cum around his thick fingers and squirt your juices onto his face in.

And yet he wasn't done yet.

With trembling legs, you couldnt even hold yourself up, he had fully hauled you up to his mouth sucking your cum from your spasming hole. Thumbs spreading your folds, sticky with slick and sweat with his nose on bumping your overwhelmed clit with his tongue in your walls.

"you can handle more love, I know you can."

The night after

Husband!aerion x wife!reader

Synopsis; an awakening of something more for a wife like you, and aerion who will fulfill your twisted whim's for someone who is so "innocent".

TW!!; 18+, MDNI!, pnv, vaginal penetration, overstim, hymen breaking, darcaphilia, virginity taking, squirting, body worship, fingering,(also fluff in the end)

His peculiar wife.

The marriage had been arranged long before you two even were born, it was quiet.

Unlikely for the boisterous prince, he hadn't met his soon to be wife up until the wedding itself.

It was underwhelming, the promises and celebration, the stolen glances were shy and meek. You were the epitome of a blushing bride, even to a prince like him— girls were dumb, but not dumb enough to not believe the gossip that surrounds him. You in your pretty dress, fine jewelry whispering into a maids ear about something. Wine to those soft lips, one he already felt alone his chapped ones unused to the beauty products you had used.

Oh but if only it would last.

The wedding night.

It had your heart pulsing out of your chest and your thighs clenched with mind dizzy with thoughts you couldn't process fully.

"I didn't realize my bride was so shy." His voice had cut through like a crash in a quiet room. Seeing that look on your face made him realize that you probably didn't even know what to do in the wedding night, "do you even know what to do pretty wife?" It was mocking and sarcastic yet it still made your cheeks burn as you stammered— "y-yes I do!"

Loud yet it lacked the backbone for someone who thinks they know what their doing and he took notice, he was keen seeing how you sat in the edge of the bed- tense with your back straight and taut in that pretty frilly nightgown. "Really? Your going to sit on the bed pretty for me and spread your legs."

Your mind had short circuited whilst sitting there for a moment, before realizing he was telling you to do so. "Listen to me, wife." It made you scramble on the bed nearly tripping face first into the plush pillows, his footsteps and the rustle of fabric could be heard.

Before you knew it he was on top of you, staring- no. Assessing you, no lust in those hardened eyes but curiousity. "Are you a virgin?" He had asked all of a sudden which made you stiffly nod. "I can see that, relax or it would hurt more than it should." An advise hidden in mockery yet you tried to relax- he said it wouldn't hurt and so you believe him.

You could feel how his hands roamed under your skirt, touching the soft skin of your thighs with one hand and lifting the night gown with the other. "Soft n'warm, spread out more for me wife." That title still made your head spin since you didn't think anyone would have been the one being called the title, your thighs clenched out of instinct yet he had pry your legs open.

"Don't, I told you to relax-" legs going slack letting him explore you within this embarrassing position, groping and feeling every softness of you until his fingers were on your smallclothes. "So wet," his thumb played with the damn cloth, pressing his thumb onto your twitchy clit that made you whimper— ripping it off, yet he hadn't minded your sudden gasp whilst his fingers spread your folds sticking his tongue into your leaky hole. Feet whiting and doing a motion on the bed, comforting you with the suddenness that didn't feel that bad... The moment you slowly started to enjoy it, bucking your cunt more onto his mouth he had pulled away- yet your betrayed expression didn't last long, he had unlaced his breeches freeing his leaking tip beading with precum.

He was rough, spreading your legs more until your knees were on beside your head aside from the embarrassed squeal you had. "Don't act so surprised, didn't want to scare off my little wife... At first." His tip was lined on your puffy cunt, he had shoved his tip without warning making you cry out with walls tremble to accommodate for the sudden stretch. "I told you it was going to hurt- relax f'me.." his thrusts were slow with gaze focused on seeing you take him and seeing your stick coat his cock with your velvet walls gripping him- thrusting more of himself inside, your cries died down until he finally settled himself inside you.

You watched his thick cock disappear inside before he bottomed out, feeling your hymen stretch and broke, blood mixed with the slick making him groan. "Fuck- you are a virgin." His voice gravely and scent of sex intoxicating for you being unfamiliar with it- the thought that you were all his making him hot and bothered- something truly his finally in his hands. To you he was your first, it meant everything to him even if he would only demand to be your first everything. "all mine, my wife." He shoved himself right back in, rough with precise thrusts deep inside you- a burning dull ache inside you felt hot and tingly yet the arousal that came with it was all much, your pussy juices grew more at the feeling adjusting to him and yeilding to it— spreading your legs more so he could fuck you deeper even if it felt impossible too.

"gettin' wetter by the moment, were you always so cock hungry?" His lewd words made you bashful, yet you only nodded dumbly feeling your cunt weakly pulse and clench around him with the tears that unconscious ran, sniffling whilst you kept your legs plaintly spread as he was spearing himself inside of you bullying his mushroom tip on your cervix. He knew that feeling anywhere, you were close and he wanted you to know the feeling of ecstasy to ruin his pretty faced wife with his cock.

Rubbing your clit roughly, eyes widening trying to push his hand away and squirming away whilst you convulsed Around him- cumming till your vision turned white and yet he didn't stop. "I'm not done with you yet- wife." The more you twitched, all overstimulated the more desperate he was to reach his high- weak strings of moans and mewling coming out of your lips, grabbing your hair forcing your head down with your hips not even on the bed anymore. "Take it- just fucking take it-"

He had drawled out, like a feral beast he hasn't wavered one bit until your jelly under his hold.

...

When you had woken up it was already dawn, the dip of warmth beside you bellowing like the wind from the open window. He had laid beside you with his face slackened and at ease with himself, he looks much younger like this- no frown line in those sharp jaws or the weight of someone who was expected so much in such little time, you were tempted to touch his face that looked soft like this.

Before your better judgment your fingers already grazed his face, soft with no stumble like a freshly shaved face mesmerizing whilst you leaned forward admiring the Targaryen features up close. It was a surprise he didn't wake up yet, propping yourself on your elbows, to tuck the small stray hairs away from that face. maybe he took more than his anger out on that night, maybe you acted too coyly for someone like him as patient(impatient) as he was with you, you were happy with the result.

"why are you touching my face, wife?" He had groaned, voice hoarse with sleep and strain from his voice that reminded you of last night. "Nothing, just admiring my handsome husband." Okay, that made him smirk just a bit since it stroked his ego.

Okay maybe there is perks with having you as a wife.

Hope you guys like this 🫪

Reader who purposefully provokes aerion to make him jealous, all because she is really petty 😼 but then he actually gets more than mad- but sad, subby!aerion can ruin me RAHHHHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Soft!aerion x wife!reader

TW!; subby!aerion, crying, threatening, hurt and comfort.

Him quietly seething in his seat, a dark heavy weight on the people around him who scurry off like mice Infront of a cat. His teeth grit.

He didn't want to make a scene over something so simple.

She is so polite and tight lipped, laughing at the jokes of other nobles and even valarr.

Valarr.

The jousts celebration had been a loud one, even when aerion was like a storm cloud in the corner.

He had nothing against valarr it was just that a deep sense of unease whenever you two were around, not because you were in any danger but the fact that valarr was the type of man to get anything he wanted even if he never asks for anything. A knot in his chest when he sees you laugh at whatever joke he spoke about, the genuine smile on your lips no matter how conniving you were.

It shouldn't matter.

But it mattered to him, in all ways than one. His wife with another man who makes him feel inferior, he hates it. He hates thinking that you'd want him more than he wanted you, like every man he had drank a lot, more than daeron who wasn't even in the celebration probably out whoring or drinking his sorrows away.

After the celebration you were helping him back to your shared bedchambers like any good wife, he'd been babbling on about something before shutting up.

Weird.

He rarely ever shuts up about his beloved dragons when drunk, he was heavy on your side before finally plopping him down the bed. "Don't worry dear I'll change a bit then we lay." Yes, 'lay' since he will never EVER say that he wants to cuddle with you, such a big fussy thing when he was all drunk and pissy about not getting able to do whatever it is he wanted.

Well you hadn't noticed him move ever so quietly, you were taking off your jeweler and untying your elaborate hair style- until he held you from the back making you gasp a bit. "What did you two talk about?" He muttered in your hair, the hair that he took a big whiff of before his hold tightened on your waist. "What? Valarr and I were just conversing." He wasn't satisfied with that, he nipped your shoulder from behind glaring at you infront of the vanity mirror. "Lies, you know I hate it- when you don't tell me anything."

His jealousy was clear, and he had practically hauled you up holding your waist before throwing you to the bed. Somehow in his drunken stupper he still was able to carry you like nothing, he staggered over with clear bitterness withing those eyes until he was crawling towards you on the bed. "t's not fair that my own wife entertain another." He hadn't noticed he was babbling until you had cupped his face, your warm hands cupping his cheek and your fingers brushing the stray hairs from his face. "Don't say such things my dear."

He could feel himself melting into the warmth of your body, fingers that brush hairs from the sweat of his forehead. "I'll cut your limbs off and feed it to the dogs if you ever leave me." He held you tighter, his head on your chest feeling your heart beat and the softness of your breast cushioning him. "Oh I'm sure you would my dear." That endearment 'my dear' you only used that when you two were alone, no one did suspect your marriage was a happy one. "My wife.. my pretty wife." Repeating like a mantra, holding you by the waist whilst laying there.

You were tired, overwhelmed by the sounds of the outside and rancid smell of men. Yet his weight grounded you in a way, making you sigh.. "yes, I'm your wife." He had your hands on his head, to continue that soothing motion with your fingers on his hair. "Say it, say I'm your husband. Your only husband." He was still rather sulky about it, how he wanted to hear it from your lips. "Your my husband, my aerion and my love."

That finally eased him, it didn't ease the quickening of his heart with a giddy excitement hearing that. It made him feel better, made him know that he was never letting you go even if you tried too.

Finally he had passed out drunk, he had drank too much in such a short amount of time. He couldn't even fuck the anger out of him since he was tired, he sure will be in a good mood tomorrow hearing those words from your lips.

He loves you, and he wouldn't let you go. Even if it meant killing everyone who got in the way between you, but he'd let you have the fantasy that his words were weightless.

Kinda corny but I was getting all sappy with writing aerion 🥹

Thinking about this makes my brain tingle(and something else).

And reader who is just as freaked as aerion but doesn't know what to do with her sweet soon-to-be husband 😮‍💨

It was well before your wedding, maybe even only a few weeks away but internally— you were panicking.

Valarr.

Your dearest soon-to-be husband, the one that had a secret place in your heart that aerion would probably laugh at. Pacing around your room, biting your nails overthinking everything— the venue, the people invited and decoration.

But the most thing your worried about.

The wedding night.

Does he even know where to put it? Or maybe you— how the hell is it going to fit?

Those thoughts rattled your brain and heated your face just as quickly as it appeared, sure you had read about those things; sexual intercourse.

Aerion spoke of it so easily- the first time he went to a brothel and the other vice's he had befallen to him.

Sighing as you sat on the edge of the bed before flopping down, there was no need for grace when there wasn't anyone looking. It isn't like there were maids behind those walls, but— you were nervous, unlike anything you had ever done before this day ever since your fifteenth name day.

You needed help.

You never thought you would ask aerion of all people but you needed to know.

Walking down the halls rather in a haste that look on your face that scared away servants roaming around the halls darting away like flies, gripping the sides of your dress as you b-lined to the wing of the castle where aerion was.

"aerion, it's me." Speaking whilst knocking on the door rather loudly, heavy handed as you where it was always him barging in your room.

Not asking to be let in as you opened the door, it was the middle of the night where you knew you'd find him when he was busy with trained than whoring around. "What do you want woman?"

He was on the bed nothing but underclothes whilst looking a bit tired, face flushed like he just was trying to wind down after drinking.

"I need a favor from you."

Well that caught his interest as he didn't look as annoyed as before when you came in, he knew you were rather... Eccentric, and so this favor you were asking of him was clearly different as well.

......

This feels weird, being naked straddling him as he spoke to you like this was just normal everyday. "If you want to pleasure a man you need to know how to serve them." His voice thick and more mellow than when you remembered, his cock lined on itself with your already weeping cunt.

His thumb gently rubbing tight circles on your clit making you flinch- "don't look so disparaging pretty girl, it's normal.." your head hazy with need whilst your thighs and knees ached from the position. "Grind on the tip first.."

He instructed smoothly, watching as your slick folds easily yield to your cunt..

"so tight—"

He hissed, having a hand on your hip whilst gently pushing you down to his cock— when you let out a soft cry he couldn't baby you when you were the one who wanted this... "Keep going.." you urged, feeling a dull ache of pain blooming inside.

The feeling of him stretching you inch by inch, he kept you from trying to pull away whilst you writhed confused at the pain and pleasure.. but until the ache finally subsided you began to move yourself, cunt fluttering around him with every bob whilst he looked at his length disappearing and reappearing. "That's it... Keep going like that."

Gripping your hips till the skin dimples around his fingers, rolling your hips to his liking your body moving with the rhythm. "Hold onto my shoulders." He commanded and you obeyed, holding them for a moment before he increased his pace.

"wait— aerion." You were about to cum but you didn't want too-! He was your friend, he was the one who gossiped with you and defended your name. "Im gonna-"

"I know pretty girl, let it happen."

He spoke as if he had all the answers in the world, all the things you couldn't help admire how assured he was whilst taking you. He feels so good stretching you to your brink, the way he speaks making you clench unintentionally whilst you could only writhe it in his arms.

Walls spasming at his relentless pace, groaning in your ear feeling your tiny cunt try to milk all he's worth— that just sets him off the edge, hugging your waist firmly with those firm arms before thrusting upwards burying his cock into your warmth- wet and comforting as you can only writhe and try to squirm away overstimulated and sensitive. "Fuck- I'm close, let me have this."

Thrusting fast and deep, erratic and thrown away decorum for his animalistic desires and those strong firm arms holding you. Resting his head on your chest feeling your tits bounce as he groped them, fucking you thoroughly like he wouldn't see another woman again- like he wouldn't see you again, your crying and all wet before he rubbed your clit making a mess when you squirt helplessly around his cock making a mess below and his stomach, watching his abs flex and move with his hips whilst he was pulsating inside you, his cock twitching thinking about how you'd be round with his child after this.

Latching onto one of your bouncing tits into his mouth, sucking it making you cry out when he had came deep inside. Stuttering thrusts until his hips gave way, pushing his cum deep inside your womb trying to make sure even during the wedding night you'd be leaking with his seed.

"I hope valarr doesn't mind me teaching his lady-wife."

Aerion Targaryen

- mating press. What more could I say? He has a disgusting breeding kink to where he wants to be so deep inside you, his cock practically imprinted inside you when he's spearing you from the inside trying to make you fat with his babies.

"It's okay pretty thing- you can give me one more round yeah?"

- coaxing you, soothing you. Truly anything to keep you under him so pliant and soft, especially using sweet words when your too overstimulated or sleepy, so he could keep you up all night without getting tired when he's caging you.

- when it isn't a mating press he'll have you in the doggy position, face down and ass up bending your back in ways that make it ache in the morning. He likes the position since he could fondle your ass, tease and rim your hole making you flinch a few times as it amuses him.

Daeron Targaryen

- reverse cowgirl and ESPECIALLY when he is nearly falling asleep yet still aches for you, lazy drawled moans and whimpers whilst he watch your ass ripple with every bounce, so energetic and eager.

"o-ohh dear keep going.."

- he keeps a lazy hand over your hip, gripping firmly even when he slowly goes unconscious knowing that he'll still see you in his dreams. Secretly somno daeron😺 giving him such good dreams while warming his cock, using it for your own pleasure instead of the opposite since it doesn't matter how long you'll tease him(as long as your happy)

- other favorite position is 69. Especially in lazy mornings when there was nothing to do, he's delighted waking up to your pussy riding his nose whilst slurping on his cock like it owed you something. Loud groans vibrating around your clit when he latched onto you finally, the more you rode his nose the more it makes him try to wake up so he could tongue-fuck you properly.

Valarr Targaryen

- wheel barrel(if you guys don't know look it up on bing.com). Probably his favorite, having you lay on the bed stomach front whilst he stands lifting your hips to his where he stands. He enjoys feeling the weight of your legs dangling while he stands, fucking into you yet he tries to be so gentle yet he is really rough with you.

"my love I'm sorry— I can't help it you feel too good."

- you feel too good sometimes and makes him feel like he's going crazy when he's being gentle, rubbing your nub like it was a stress toy and ended up squirting all over him :(

NSFW-alphabet aerion x fem!reader

Warning!; pnv, fem!reader, smut, 18+, MDNI

Synopsis; husband & wife, when he had soften around you(and only you) he would do small gestures that seem too much even for you.

Aftercare(what he does after sex)

- he never really thought about taking care of a woman since he usually sleeps with whores and wenches, but in your case he'd lay with you for a while after your high. Maybe clean you up a bit with a damn/dry rag where he made a mess and you would probably have to get up to bathe with him, think about it as a mutual thing when he isn't tired he'd be the one doing the aftercare or you.

Body part(which body part he likes about himself/you)

- aerion; other than his dick he likes his arms, he likes squeezing you and fucking your guts at the same time. Aerion likes your neck and shoulders especially when leaving marks; bruises, bite marks, etc.

Cum(where does he like to cum)

-aerion is like a rabid animal, he likes to be buried Inside you for as long as he wants too. He likes to cum in your throat and inside your womb(kinda spoilers but he 100% has a breeding kink)

Dirty secret

- he enjoys watching you sleep while touching himself, this usually happens when he becomes too busy to even fuck you properly. He'd grope you in your sleep and see if you'd get wet and rubbing your clit and not letting you cum leaving you writhing in your sleep(like the cruel demon he is :((), it usually isn't surprising when you'd be wet in the early mornings(he's hoping you'd get your revenge on him)

Experience(how good is he)

-he would know a thing or more about a woman, usually it's for the ego boost but for you he wants to see you fall apart and grow putty under him. Even if he uses it for his own pleasure he makes up for it by stamina and how brutal he is, he might slow down in the third round but since your married he wants to make sure your with child by the end of it.

Favorite position

- anything where he is pressed against you; mating press, headlock position or doggy. He is surprisingly clingy since he always wants to be near, in rare moments you'd probably hear him whimper(when tired)

Grooming(cleaning maintenance)

- probably everyday showers(since he trains everyday) he often keeps his face clean and not have a beard since he didn't want to be compared to his father since they look similar or daeron.

Hair

- surpassingly really clean and neat, he doesn't like the feeling of having hair on his armpits. but his body hair is naturally fine so it isn't really visible from afar but it's still there, his pubes are trim cut since he does take care of himself(since he also has standards for his outward appearance)

- he still does have hair on his arms and legs but you usually don't see them everyday.

Intensity

- goes fast and deep or when he's upset(for whatever reason) he takes it out on you slow and deep, teasing you to a point you'd cry.

Jack off(how often he masturbates)

- not often really but it isn't uncommon, especially when you two are separated or because for whatever reason your mad. Makes him feel pathetic when he things his hand is your soft mouth, the rough padding of his hand make it hard to really replicate you(and he'd be mad all week because he couldn't cum).

Kinks

- no brainer he is a sadist including darcyphilia, but a small part of him enjoys being a masochist since he likes to not be able to think for himself. But a hidden blood kink and size kink(probably awakened during your wedding night)

Maintenance(how he would go for a month)

- a week is already either ever three to a week or everyday(he never gets tired of it, he has a wife so he sees no point in being in brothels anymore)

No's(kinks he wouldn't try)

- scatt

Oral

- as much as he enjoys reviving he enjoys tasting you more than anything, he finds it a bit boring when he was the one being taken.

- watching your little pussy quiver around his tongue whilst juices leaked all over his face, veiny hands clutching the sides of your hips letting his fingers sink into the fat letting it dimple around the pressure.

Pace

- rhythmic pulses or just straight up fast sloppy uneven thrusts, like a rabbit in heat when he gets a bit too hot and bothered or when you hadn't done it for almost 2 months.

Selfishness

- he is very selfish, he wouldn't care if you were overstimulated or sleepy he'd keep going until he tired himself out.

Turn on's

- oddly enough when you grow round with his babe, domestic ones usually(and if your someone who doesn't show a lot of skin he is a Fein for you in private even if he calls you prude). Like when you hold his hand, licking your fingers when eating a sweet tarts. He has a thing for your hand and especially fingers, tucking your hair or just tugging his clothes just does things to him.

Volume

- he is loud but usually so only you could hear, he doesn't care letting other people hear you or him since it doesn't matter when headboards are banging and slurred mewls of pleasure you make.

Weak spots

- the pulse point under his jaw or his nape press it there and he would ease into you, usually it would get him at ease enough to let you too for once 🫢

X-ray

- a good 6.11 or 7 inches but nothing crazy, his tip flushed a bit pinkish when his tip connected to the base but a very red angry color. Usually leaks pre-cum like hell, he isn't long but he is girthy, the type that would stretch you thoroughly to fit all of him.

Yes(kinks he's willing to try)

- bondage even if he isn't in control it doesn't mean he isn't getting something out of it, exhibitionist when he made you come to lys with him(paraded you naked with jewels and a piece of cloth barely hiding the parts he was only meant to see)

Zzz

- sleeps like a rock usually, good luck trying to pry him off you when he is on top of you. Like after 11 rounds he'd finally be out like a light since he never exert himself to a point he passes out, he isnt waking up until the afternoon and would have an arm around your waist to keep you there for good.

I do write mlm aerion x male!reader but only fluff(bc if I write smut it sounds really stupid bc I don't know how to write it when I don't think the medieval know how to douche🥹)

I'm open to requests Abt it tho(just not the smut part)

And before you guys come clock my shit this is just my opinion(and I don't want whatever shit comes out of your hole and aerion's hole when they are done fucking.)

I get that SOME dunkaerion fans can't comprehend anything but BL because it's the only depth your rotted brains could enjoy, since god-forbid anyone hates the ship. like SOME of you guys are just FETISHIZING gay men because you think it adds "depth" to a story, I'm so tired of going into a fandom of yaoi addicts(like go to mangago or smt and read some BL there and not drag it into fandoms that just ruin the entire show)

It can't be that hard to not be entitled to a certain actor just because of your mediocre ships are or expect them to play it out when they are clearly uncomfortable.

Like isn't it a little weird when those people push it to a point that it's almost embarrassing, like those two actors are straight(it's like mha all over again). And I just want to see that new backrooms content without someone commenting about their ship.

Note; I know not all dunkaerion fans aren't like this but it's just really similar the my hero academia fandom when bakudeku wasn't cannon, like I do like mlm ships but sometimes they just don't make any sense.

I know your going to be all up in your feelings after reading this so please eat something to make you feel better about it(like me)

18+

His dearest mate— one that might be smaller than him but he doesn't care. Well tries not too.

Gentle wasn't aerion's specialty, he became more conscious about his size and how yeilding your flesh felt. Sure you scold him for it, groping your chest or cup your warm cunt from behind.

He couldn't help how perfect you felt.

And how he fit in you so perfectly.

Pretty little fairy lady.

Dragonshifter!aerion who is territorial and animalistic, when he finally has a fairy!reader as his mate trust me he is rutting into you like a wild animal on his caves floor where the furs and thick silk are the only thing cushioning you from the hard floor.

Hands on your thighs spreading you wide, letting you yield as he thrusts into you. Voice hoarse and mellow with disuse, raspy as you calls your name that only made you leak and cream around his thick dragon cock that somehow managed to fit— slick trickled down to your ass dribbling to the floor like drool, your vision blurry with being overwhelmed.

You looked rather stupid being a mess around him.

spearing his cock inside you fiddling with the little nub of your clit until you squirt around him.

His big cock bullying your insides, one hand on your waist keeping you from being thrusted away when his hips meet yours that long serpant like tongue wrapping around your whole breast whilst he sucked and slurped like milk was actually going to come out. "S'soft n'warm, making a mess around my cock. I like it too little fairy." His raspy voice muttering, spearing his cock inside of you, the lewd noises of skin slapping against slick coated skin wrecking you.

He was so deep inside you, feeling how he throbbed and pulsed inside you like a second heartbeat. "Can' give more little fairy— will you?"

He had ruined you.

Over stimulated you and stretched you to a point no other cock would fill you without feeling half empty.

"Ng— nooo please- I can't!" Squirming whilst one of his big hands pry your legs open, watching your pussy glisten within the fire light. "I think you can give me one more..."

His words unusually smooth, comforting while his hands massaged your thighs, convincing you, trying to lure you into his have of lust. Lulling almost.

And it worked, whilst your body eased he kept pounding into you, overstimulated, sweaty and cunt reddened from the amount of strength from his thrusts— knocking the breath out of you.

"Just give me one more."

The biggest lie he ever said.

I just want him to dick me down y'know????