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happilyhertale · 1 year

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Destiny is all - Osferth x female!reader, Part 1

Summary: You are Finan's sister. You live in a village in Scotland, near the border with Northumbria. You lead a quiet life until your brother decides to visit you with his boys and your life changes completely.

Pairing: Osferth x fem!reader

Author’s note: Hey you (:

Now I am finally sharing my little Osferth story with you. The events are a little different from the story in the series. (No, Osferth will not die either). I hope you will enjoy it! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2.2 k

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

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The sun, which has been high in the sky all day, is slowly tilting towards the earth. Four men ride silently side by side. Every now and then an exhausted grunt can be heard. As soon as the grunt is silenced, it is usually answered with another grunt. They have been riding like this for days now. Uhtred, Finan, Sihtric and Osferth are on their way from the northernmost point in Scotland back to Wessex.

The men are exhausted by the long distance they have already covered on horseback. The not very restful nights they have already spent in various forests do not diminish their exhaustion.

"Lord. We could spend the night in a village today," Finan says after another grunt.

Uhtred turns slightly in Finan's direction, "If we ride through the night, we should be in Northumbria by tomorrow"

"But Lord… We should stop and rest. I'm tired of the sight of my horse's head... his ears in particular," Osferth chimes in.

Sihtric turns to Uhtred as well, "I wouldn't say no either"

Osferth continues to nod in agreement.

Uhtred sighs, "Very well… The next village is headed for"

"We would have a place to sleep there for sure too," Finan says to Uhtred with a grin. Uhtred sees Finan's grin and becomes curious.

"Do you have a sweetheart up here?" asks Uhtred with raised eyebrows.

"Not exactly. My family lives there and we could sleep and eat there"

"What? I thought you were from Ireland," Osferth looks at him questioningly.

Finan nods, "We're originally from Ireland. But my parents moved over with me and my sister"

Uhtred just shakes his head with a smile.

The men rode on again in silence. Every now and then a grunt can be heard. But it was a done deal, they were on their way to Finan's family.

You stand in front of your little house. The evening sun shines on your face and you enjoy it. You close your eyes for a moment. Your little house is located on the edge of a village, near the forest. You enjoy the peace and quiet that the location offers you, and that you can let your gaze wander into the forest at any time as soon as the hustle and bustle of the village becomes too much for you. Slowly you open your eyes again and take a deep breath. You still want to water the flower bed before you retire for the evening. As you put the bucket down, you hear noises in the forest behind you. You turn around, but in the twilight you can't really see if anyone is there. Out of habit, you reach for the dagger tucked under the skirt of your dress.

"Who is there?" you ask in a firm voice.

But instead of an answer, you only hear the rustling of the bushes at the edge of the forest.

Suddenly a Dane steps out of the forest and you instinctively hold up your dagger. You are ready to defend yourself. Your breath catches in your throat, but the Dane just grins at you. "Finan! I didn't know that your parents can also produce something beautiful", the Dane says.

Finan? How does he know your brother...?

"Aye! Lord! Shut up!", Finan suddenly stands next to the Dane. Your lungs fill with air again as you see your brother smiling at you from a short distance away.

You don't hesitate for long. "Finan!" you shout and run towards him. You throw your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms tightly around you.

"Heey... my little one," he says softly and presses you closer to him.

You sob a little. He loosens the embrace and takes your face in his hands, "Ey... y/n.... If I had known ya missed me so much, I would have stopped by sooner," he smiles at you. You wipe tears from your face and have to laugh for a moment.

"What are ya doing here?" you finally ask your brother.

"We're just passing through and I thought we were due for a visit"

Only now do you become aware and remember the Dane. But when you look behind Finan, you see two other men standing there. But your gaze immediately falls on the blond monk. However, he immediately averts his gaze from you when he realises that he has been caught staring. Now you notice another Dane. Somehow you seem to like this mixture of the troupe. Finan turns around as well, "Sorry y/n. This is Uhtred, Sihtric and our baby Monk, Osferth"

You notice the monk giving Finan a warning look. The Danes, on the other hand, give you a friendly nod. Finan turns back to you, "Where are mother and father? Are they in the house? We are starving!" Finan is all euphoric.

You gently touch his forearm, "Finan...", you speak softly. He looks at you, but you only shake your head slightly.

"What...?" he whispers, sadness crossing his face.

"The fever took them last winter... First mother, then father..." you whisper.

He shakes his head slightly now too and you wrap your arms around him. After a short silence, you hear Finan murmur into your hair, "You're here all alone?"

You nod, "That must be enough for you now"

He just nods slowly and you can still see the sadness in his face.

You smile up at him, "Come, let's go into the house... I've put on some soup"

Together you go into the house. The men sit down at the table and you serve them the soup. There is not much talking at first, as they simply enjoy the warm meal. When they have finished, you prepare ale for everyone. Light conversation now fills the room. Osferth tries to comfort Finan, to say something nice about your parents. But Finan doesn't want to hear about it at the moment. After a while you take the dagger, which is again under your skirt and presses uncomfortably against your thigh, and put it on the table.

"Feisty... You always carry a dagger with you?", the Dane, Uhtred asks you. You look at him a little amused, "Men sometimes don't understand what 'no' means. So it can't hurt to have something with you to back up your opinion"

Uhtred grins and raises his cup "I'm afraid that's true"

You grin at him and join him in a toast.

When there is a knock at the door, you get up and go over. You open the door and your good mood is immediately dampened.

"Edward... what do ya want here?" you ask, a little annoyed. Alarmed by your tone, Finan looks at the door. From the door, there is no view of the table and so Edward does not notice that he is now being overheard by four guys.

"Y/n... I thought... maybe you'd like some company tonight...?"

He is visibly drunk and grinning at you.

"No, Edward. I told you the other day that it wasn't going to happen again"

Finan's expression darkens.

"Oh come on... Don't you miss it...?" he winks at you.

"What would she miss?"

You startle a little as Finan suddenly stands behind you. Edward looks startled too and just stammers around. Words like "nothing" and "just making sure everything is okay" leave his mouth.

"Good. And do not worry, everything is fine here," Finan lets Edward know as he closes the door.

You look at him indignantly, "Finan! I can handle it myself!"

He just walks back to the table and takes a big gulp of ale. You stand in the room a little speechless. You look at Finan and shoot daggers at him. But Finan continues to stand with his back to you and does not look at you.

Sihtric and Uhtred just grin and look at each other. But you notice Osferth looking at you again. He is probably shocked that a woman would seek the company of a man even though she is not married. You sigh softly and go back to the table. You sit down and shake your head slightly.

Finan looks at you again, "What...? You're my sister. I'll always look out for ya. And... the last time I was here, ya liked Edward, didn't ya?"

"I did," you emphasise, "Until I found him between another woman's thighs"

Osferth chokes on his ale and you look at him somewhat amused. He has to grin now, too, and he wipes the ale running down his chin with his hand. You have to chuckle a little, but somehow you like the sight.

But Finan turns your attention back to himself, "He did what? That bastard... Let me go to him..." Finan is about to get up, but you pull him down by his arm.

"No... There's no need for that. That's done and in the past. Really," you smile at him, but Finan doesn't really look convinced.

He just grumbles something to himself and drinks from his ale. You stroke his arm gently.

The later the hour gets, the louder the conversations become. You laugh a lot and talk to each other across the table. You enjoy having your brother and his friends with you. At some point, Uhtred has persuaded you to show him how you can defend yourself against men with your hands if you don't have your dagger with you. But it always ends up with Uhtred putting his arm around your neck from behind or you just giggle and somehow try to bring Uhtred down.

Eventually you sit down at the table again. You are still a little out of breath when Osferth, who is now sitting next to you, addresses you directly, "Lady... isn't it dangerous for a woman to live here alone?"

Uhtred interjects, "Well... if the possible attacker just stands still and doesn't fight back, then y/n has a chance to defend herself," Uhtred grins at you.

But you do not answer Uhtred, instead you kick him under the table.

Uhtred laughs as you turn back to Osferth, smiling.

You look at him curiously now, "Would it be safer for a woman somewhere else?"

He scratches the back of his neck, "Well... if you were at least in company... and there was no Edward lurking outside your door"

You have to chuckle a little and notice a smile forming around his lips too as it dawns on you. "Ooh yes! I'll come with ya"

Now Finan chokes on his ale and Uhtred grins again. As he calms down, he looks at you, "No way. You're safer here than being out with us"

"Finan!" you utter indignantly, but he just shakes his head.

When Sihtric speaks up, "Honestly, she's probably safer with the four of us. There's no one here to look after her"

Uhtred nods slowly in conviction.

"And if we go into battle?", Finan looks slightly overwhelmed.

"Then of course I won't be there. Then I'll cook you dinner in the meantime... Or keep the bed warm," you answer with a grin. As a sister, you know what drives Finan up the wall.

He gives you a warning look and continues to shake his head, "That's not funny... and that's out of the question"

He stands up and goes outside to pee.

Now you shake your head and stand up.

"Guys... It's late... I'm going to sleep now. This will not end well here otherwise"

Sihtric and Uhtred nod at you. Osferth smiles slightly at you, "Good night lady y/n" and you return his smile.

When Finan returns, he sees that you have gone to bed. He sighs and sits back down at the table with the boys. Uhtred's gaze is on Finan, "You know it would be the right decision. She's here all alone, and I'm sure Edward's not the only one knocking on her door"

Finan gives him a warning look.

"I'm just saying. Your parents aren't here anymore, she has no one here to look after her. And with us, she'd have four men by her side looking after her", Uhtred continues

Silence now reigns at the table as the boys continue to drink their ale. Until Finan just nods and gets up from the table again. "Okay... But if even one of ya tries to hit on my sister..." he adds warningly before disappearing into an adjacent room.

The next morning you come out of your chamber. Three men lie on furs on the floor. Light snoring fills the room. You leave the house and go into the garden behind it. Everything is still quiet, a few birds are chirping. You watch as the sun slowly rises and makes the shadows of the forest look less threatening.

Suddenly Finan is standing next to you. You are startled and flinch briefly.

"Holy Lord! Finan!", you lightly punch his arm. He says nothing, but smiles slightly. He also looks in the direction of the sunrise.

"Ya can come with us. Although I know it's dangerous for ya to accompany us... But I also have to admit that it's probably more dangerous for ya to stay here alone..."

You smile at him.

Slowly he looks in your direction, "Ya have to listen to me though"

You grin at him, "I never have Finan"

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moonmaiden1996 · 9 months

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The Confrontation

Past One Shots in this OsferthxReaderxAemond Series

The moonlight bath the bay in a silvery glow. The view was practically beautiful, there was a tranquil peace that fell over Kings Landing. In the months that you settled in the city, this was the first peace you had been given. The wedding was only two moons away and the sheer excitement made you giddy. Tonight's dinner was a simple affair, just the royal family and you, save the king you retried early.

"Stunning isn't it." you sighed, the heat from the twins either side of you shielding you from the chill in the air.

"Hmmmm" Aemond purred as he stared down at you, so close to feel his hot breath against you skin.

Osferth nuzzled his shoulders against yours, his hand next to you on the stone banister, his pinkie gently stroking your skin.

This was nice, tender. A rare moment to be shared between the three of you, without the eyes of the court or the Order of the Seven on you.

"Ahhh isn't this sweet my little brothers and their little bride to be. All perfect and pompous." Aegon slurred. The smell of Dornish wine overpowering the air, disrupting the pocket of peace you had managed to find.

"Perhaps you should go get another drink...’’ Aemond spat inched forward.

‘’or better yet a strong tea." Osferth turned to, shielding what view of you Aemond was not already obscuring with his body.

"Fuck off you pious pricks!" Aegon snapped.

"There is a lady present."Aemond growled, his tall frame surging forward.

"Ahhh, the twin princes: perfect. The one-eyed protector and the Saintly prince... you think your perfect. Chosen by the gods with you stunning bride." He leered at you. "But tell me darling Osferth... you do know how the act is done? At least in principle? Where you put your cock and all that?" Aegon prodded at the golden prince's chest. "Such a disappointment you will be to your darling... Never mind my Lady you still have Aemond I am sure he knows how to give you pleasure... Wait" Aegon chuckled darkly, greasy white hair shaking as he turned to the other twin "you don't... I remember the time I dragged you to the brothel."

You eyed the drunken prince with disbelief. The thought of noble, honourable Aemond in a flesh house was almost insane. It made you want to laugh but as you lookedat Aemond, frozen, with the look of shame written across his face, Osferth looking sadly at him, made you feel sick.

"... you should have seen him.’’ his was laughing now, a dry, evil laugh ‘...crying beneath the whore as she rode his pathetic limp dick." he cackled. "Your pathetic prince...your wedding night should be a pleasant experience "Aegon chuckled. "... I am more than happy to help break you in... might make your wedding night bearab..." Aegon leer was cut off by the sicken crack as Aemond's fist collided with Aegon's face.

Before you knew it, Aemond was tumbling on the stone floor, rolling round, delivering blow after blow onto his brother's face. Aegon defence was clumsy, easily overpowered by Aemond’s precise and deliberate movements.

"Boys!" Alicent shrill gasped as the boys barrelled into the room, knocking over the table that her and Helaena had been playing cards, but neither of them broke apart, not for want of trying of Aegon’s part, as he tried to lever his brother off him, but he remained pinned underneath his brother, complete at his mercy.

"Osferth do something" Alicent implored as Aegon flayed helplessly from the floor. Blood now oozed thickly from his mouth and noise, purple bruises already marring his tanned skin.

"Aemond... Aemond stop... for the love of the gods...stop." Osferth grunted pulling Aemond up and away from their battered brother.

Never had you seen Aemond so angry, his breath came out in heavy pants, hair tussled, an imposing figure standing in the middle of his mother's solar, a broken body at his feet. It made you shiver, not in terror or disgust but delight, you wanted to touch me, to feel his hot skin beneath your fingers but the sound of your heels on the floor pulled his purple eye from his brother to you.

You retreated. The look on his face was indescribable, a look he had never seen before. Broken and sad.

Another sickening slap, echoed across the room.

" Oh Aegon" Alicent gasped as Osferth hunched over the older prince, his head lolling weakly to the side at the sharp force

"You dare speak your vileness to her and you will have more to fear then Aemond. You are no brother of mine" Osferth spat as he pulled Aegon to his feet by the scruff of his shirt, ungracefully pushing him into the waiting chest of their mother.

You reached for Aemond but he flinched away turning sharply to glare across at his brother who found himself being coddled in their mothers' arms, "get him out of my sight before I run him through and become kinslayer."

In the brief time you had known the Queen mother, you had seen her endure her father and the king with a resolute but gracefully dignity, eyes always burning with a sense of purpose. Now those eyes only held one thing. Fear. It was no lie that Osferth was her favourite child, her embodiment of her faith. Aemond being her dependable son, her strong shoulder, while Aegon her little boy. And for them to turn so viciously terrified her.

"Take him to the maester... I will calm the princes'’ You prodded her.

"Bless you" the Queen gushed as she pulled the half unconscious prince up and out the room closely followed by his poor wife.

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Your gnawed at you lip as you watched Aemond pace. Osferth staring down at his redding hand. You half expected guards to storm in and drag the young princes away, but none came. Just the peacefully that once again reigned returned. Peaceful but tense.

"What Aegon said was true... I let him take me to...’ his voice wavered as he spoke. "If you want to break the engagement I understand. You must find me disgusting.’’

‘’Kindly do not tell me what I am feeling future husband" You cooed as you took his hand kissing his knuckles. ‘’You will need balm for these" you mumbled as you stared down at his bloody hands', so strong and rough under your fingertips.

" I don't understand..."

"What Aegon allowed to happen to you... was unforgiveable."

" But I allowed it "Aemond started.

"... If it had been me... taken to a brothel, would you still blame me?" Your words sounded so strange in your mouth.

" I would never allow it... I would burn them all.’’ Aemond voice a bare whisper, you were even sure if Osferth could hear it above the crackling fire.

"If I had been there, I would have stopped it... What happened to you was..." you want to say it. Say the word that it was but you could not bring yourself to say it. "I want to harm that woman for what she did... is that wicked of me?’’ You look up at him through your eyelashes "I... hate that you had that your first time and can only ensure that in the future our...coupling is filled with love and pleasure... I want you to feel safe and loved with us... I will never stop loving you... I just want you and Osferth."

"Do you mean it?"

" Always"

Hi all! I am back. Finally got round to finishing off the last o the prompts for these. Two more written for these three and they are about to get smutty! Let me know if you want to be tagged. Like and comment if you can!

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ewanmitchelllove · 1 year

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Hello everyone this is my new page where i will be taking requests for Ewan and his characters. Ewan needs more love on this app! I will also be taking requests for aegon and Tom.

Please send requests doesn’t matter how detailed etc give me something to work with please 😂

I’ll do

Head cannons

Preferences

One shots

Imagines

I WILL NOT BE WRITING FOR SALAD DAYS!!!

Requests closed for now x

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sun-strider-47 · 1 year

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Just wanna share these fantastic AemondxOFC | OsfertxOFC fanfic that I've read in AO3. (***I'M NOT THE WRITER OF THESE FICS.)

Aemond:

Blood Bank by c4tlover

● completed, 17 chapters in total

our violent delights by bikadoo

● on going fanfic

Head that Wears the Crown by lilibethwrites

● one-shot, completed

A Song of Promises by alielynn25

● Aemond×Rhaenyra×Daemon, 6 chapters, completed

Osferth:

Color Me Once by acrossthesestars

● one-shot, completed

Counting My Sins by acrossthesestars

● one-shot, completed

UNHOLY by wishtherebestars

● on going fanfic

Have fun reading! 😊

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fan-goddess · 1 year

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m4tthewmurd0ck · 4 months

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Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader

no y/n and i try to avoid descriptors but do use she/her. you star in house of the dragon and your character is aemond targaryen’s girlfriend (let me live ok i know we could change him! he told me!!) aaaand also tbosas as sejanus girlfriend (get it bc rachel and josh and now you and tom). your character in tbosas is nova may winter.

your social media ~

just a fun little social media series, will do this in between editing my coriolanus snow x reader series. first part below the cut, sometime early 2023.

liked by enews and others…

tmz_tv trouble in paradise? rachelzegler and tomblyth spotted looking a little cozy last night! wonder how yourname and joshandresrivera feel!!!

yourname heartbroken!

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username wait are they really dating?!

↳ username no. rachelzegler is dating joshandresrivera and tomblyth is dating yourname.

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liked by taylorswift and others…

yourname here to serve your #snowbaird needs! first 3 📸 are the love of my life and tomblyth is in the shots too.

rachelzegler hahaha i love you

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↳ tchalamet not the full first name 😳

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↳ yourname my lockscreen is what it is.

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↳ yourname all jokes aside, tomblyth aka the actual number 1 love of my life, he did feel so bad 😭 i love seeing him turn into coriolanus because it’s obviously so different from who he actually is as a person. but after each take he’d immediately ask if i was okay 🥺🥹

↳ username god i’m so single

if you’d like to be tagged in future tom blyth x actress!reader let me know!

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afro-hispwriter · 2 years

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MAIN MASTERLIST

Started: 07/10/21

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Robert Pattinson x reader

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Masterlist

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The Last Kingdom

Oh Baby Monk(Osferth x Dane!Reader)

Evan Peters & Characters

It was real!? (Evan Peters)

Maximoff?(Peter Maximoff)

My Everything(Kai Anderson)

Just a scare… Right? 2(Evan Peters)

Jack Champion Characters

Dangerous Woman(Ethan Landry)

Come back to me(Zach Turner)

Jensen Ackles and Characters

The Diamond Queen series (Soldier Boy/Ben)

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anjelicawrites · 13 days

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader x Osferth and all the combinations thereof.

Synopsis: the lovely anon requested OG!Poly either prompt #1 or #8 from this prompt list. I went with #8 and for a University!AU because why not?

Warnings: a dash of angst with a happy ending, kissing, edging, biting, fingering, oral (f receiving), discussion of limits, a bit of demeaning language, p in v sex, anal, titty sucking.

A/N: your request is finally here nonnie! Sorry for the long wait!

NSFW and 18+ only please!

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”

Aemond’s voice is husky in your ears, Osferth’s big hands help you open your legs more, until he can hook them behind his, baring you to your other lover’s burning eye.

This is not how you expected to end your night but it’s definitively a better way than what you’d imagined.

When you started uni, you never expected to find yourself in a three way relationship by the third year, and not with Osferth, the sweetest member of the Tau Lambda Ki fraternity, and Aemond, the brother of the head of the other fraternity, The Beacon.

You three had all the reasons to keep your relationship under wraps, but you never expected Aemond and Osferth to disappear from your life right around graduation. You never hoped whatever you three shared to survive university, but that they would drop you without a word, and Aemond… You don’t want to go there, you don’t want to think about the sweet moments you three had shared, and the filthy ones, and the movies you three watched together, and the songs and…

You abruptly stand up before you start crying and ruin your make up, the chair falling behind you in the haste of your movements,: those two imbeciles don’t want to be in your life anymore? Well, you feel sorry for them! You look so cute in your summer dress and you three could have a last encore, before leaving university: their loss! You’re going to the party all the fraternities have organized and have all the fun you can get, and if you’re hooking up with someone? Even better!

You can feel the thump of the bass in your blood an in your head, it beats with every breath you take and cancels the pain stabbing you when you see all the happy couples kissing around you; not that you, Osferth and Aemond could even think about pulling a stunt like that, but…

Cursing you stomp towards the bar, hellbent in getting drunk; on your way there you see Osferth’s friends in the distance and longing stabs you again. Angry you slam the money on the counter and drink the vodka down in one gulp, the alcohol burning you throat, the peachy taste lost.

You drown two more shots before throwing yourself in the sea of bodies again, swaying following the people around you, skin on skin your body moves around the dance floor, with your eyes closed you don’t see where you’re landing, the alcohol muddling your desire to care.

You feel yourself becoming one with the people around you, their heartbeats yours, your sweat mixing with theirs, their skin brushing on yours as you glide through the crowd, the flash of the strobe lights painting galaxies under your closed eyelids.

You feel hands on your hips, warm and big they glide over the cotton of your dress and you push yourself against the foreign person touching you, your ass moving against their front as you feel them hugging you from behind to pull you backwards some more, until you two are hidden from everyone else.

“Finally found you!” Osferth’s voice is still soft in your ear, even when he has to fight the blast of music deafening all of you. “I’ve missed you, my sweet.”

You tense up immediately and turn around to face him; he’s standing with a big smile on his face, his hands still on your hips.

“You must be kidding me!” You growl, swatting his hands away.

“Why? What happened?”

Without even thinking, you slap the kicked puppy expression off his face and storm away, his voice calling after you.

In a whirlwind you run outside, barely missing a couple of waiters and their trays. You don’t even say you’re sorry, pain and rage blind you, so are the tears welling up in your eyes; you’re not sure if someone has seen you, and you don’t care, you yell at the girl working at the cloakroom to give you back your jeans jacket and start running towards your dorm as soon as she manages.

You realize how stupid you have been when you can hear no sounds around you and see how dark the night is, moonless, the road barely illuminated by the sparse street lights.

The club is in the former manufacturing part of town; while most of the firms have moved away from the area, the buildings are almost all boarded up and closed, giving the neighborhood a creepy atmosphere. You are positive no one is around, but can you be sure, with all the overgrown vegetation where the parking lots used to be? Are small animals causing the sounds you hear around yourself?

Anxious you tighten the lapels of your jacket closed over the neckline of your dress, walking faster when you start to hear footfalls behind you: turning back is not an option anymore and there’s no shuttle bus working on this road. You curse under your breath and start walking faster, curling the strap of your bag around your hand to use it as a weapon as you try to book an Uber: you need to get to the main road, where people are and you can be seen!

The footfalls sound closer to you, dangerously so, and you break into a run when you start seeing the shapes of cars in the distance: you need to get there, it’s not too far away, not too far…

A hand curls around your free wrist and pulls you backwards, out of fear you use the momentum to swing your bag to your assailant's head, screaming like a mad banshee you keep hitting and hitting, until someone else tries to grab your swinging arm and you kick them in the shin, teeth snapping like a rabid dog.

“It’s us! Are you out of your mind???”

“Aemond? Osferth?”

You walk a couple of steps backwards, eyes leveling the two men who are staring at you with their hands raised in front of their chests; you must have hit Aemond, his usually perfect hair is mussed, the eye patch askew on his face.

“What were you two thinking?” You’re screaming with adrenaline and fear still coursing through your veins.

“Why were you running? We couldn’t keep up!” Aemond bites back, angry and hurt.

“I’m all alone in a bloody back road and I head footsteps! What was I supposed to do?” You march until you are face to face with him. “And why do you care now?”

Aemond and Osferth share a perplexed glance and then stare at you owlishly; if you weren’t that angry you’d laugh in their faces.

“We always care?” Osferth approaches you cautiously with his hands still raised.

“Do you?” You whip your head around and Osferth steps back, scared and confused. “You two disappeared on me! Barely responded to my texts. And you Aemond, I know what you’re doing with your professor!”

“You’re jumping to the wrong conclusion.” Aemond answers coldly, his back straightening unintentionally. “You should get a grip on yourself.”

For a second you are too surprised to say anything, to move, even: how dares he?

Your hand connects with his scarred cheek before you can even realize what you’re doing, the only sound you can hear is Osferth’s surprised yelp.

“Go fuck yourself Aemond, better, go fuck your professor. I thought you were better than that!”

You turn around, you feel the tears threatening to fall again and you’re never going to let them see how much it hurts; Osferth’s hand grabs your wrist before you can walk away form them.

“Aemond is acting like an idiot…”

“Hey!”

“… but he would never do that to you, to us.”

“Let me go, now!” Your voice trembles and it’s so hard not to cry.

“Let us explain, sweet beloved.”

“There’s nothing else to say. You two have moved on, I would have appreciated the head’s up.” You sob.

“You’re such an idiot. Sometimes I wonder why I have fallen in love with you.”

Aemond’s words freeze you on the spot: love? When did any of you talked about love?

“You know how hard it is to switch law schools so late in the year?” Aemond adds, trying to keep his own rage under control.

You turn around to look into his eye: now you’re the one confused.

“The reason why we haven’t been able to be more present is that we have been trying to switch to the uni where you’re going to do your teacher training.” Osferth tells you, gently.

“No, wait, what?” You can feel the gears in your brain halt to a stop.

“Alys, Professor Rivers, was helping me with switching law schools and Osferth has managed to get a place in a different Theology School than the one he applied for earlier this year. All to be with you!”

You feel your knees buckle and it’s all thanks to Osferth’s hold on you that you don’t fall on your ass.

“Why didn’t you two tell me?”

“We couldn’t risk getting your hopes up, not without being sure.” Osferth gently cups your cheek.

You let your face fall against Osferth’s chest, shaking with all the violent emotions that have been plaguing you for days and he hugs you tight with one hand, with the other he grabs Aemond so that he can hold you from behind, effectively sandwiching you between them.

“Why are you crying?” Aemond asks against your hair, aren’t you supposed to be happy?

You don’t answer immediately, your brain is still frozen up, all the information hitting your overworked gears: coming with you? Changing schools?

“You said you love me!”

You can feel Osferth’s chest rumble with a laugh he can barely control, behind you Aemond huffs.

“We always had, sweet beloved.” Osferth murmurs against your hair.

“You never expressed it! With words!”

“Did you need us to?” Aemond asks behind you, surprised.

You manage to evade their gentle hold to stare into their surprised faces: for being two guys in your age group, they are pretty smart and make you forget that they are still men, therefore they need to be told to do things, even expressing their feelings.

“Yes, Aemond. How do you expect me to infer that?”

Aemond’s brows knit at your question: wasn’t it implied to all your interactions?

“Why did you think we were with you?” Osferth looks even more perplexed than Aemond is.

“The great sex? We had loads of that.”

“We spent time together, gevie, why would I waste my time watching those awful horror movies, if not because I am in love with you?”

“Because we fucked afterwards. We always did, after any sort of activity we did together. I thought it was the endgame here.”

And it hurt. If you are being honest with yourself, all your couplings with them had been great, the best you ever had, but left you with a sour taste in your mouth when you had started to develop unwanted feelings you believed were unreciprocated. How were you supposed to know? Aemond is intense, but never expresses his feelings outward and Osferth… Osferth goes around a lot: under the cute smile he’s insatiable and very good in bed, he's probably slept with all the sorority members on campus, and some of the fraternity guys as well (you don’t know he’s stopped after the fist time he’s gotten a taste of you). Based on all of this, why would anyone think those two idiots are in love?

“Perhaps we had some communication issues.”

You bark a laugh at that: Osferth wants to become a pastor and being able to communicate is kinda big in that line of work, you have always thought, and he can’t even let you know how he feels about you.

“What’s so funny? I wasn’t joking!”

“I’ll tell you later, Osferth.” You answer.

“What about you? Why didn’t you say it out loud?” Aemond asks, so aggravated you can’t help but laugh again.

“First, what makes you think I am reciprocating your feelings?”

You see the panic under the mask of coldness Aemond always wears: you love when you manage to make him shake in his boots.

“Second, to then see you run away? You don’t say ‘I love you’ to the guys you think are in just for a booty call, you dummy!”

For a second you are afraid he’s going to faint himself, if you have to go by the way his body visibly relaxes, then his pride wins and he grabs you by your arms, forcing you to stumble against him.

“You’re going to pay for that.” The darkness in his voice makes your knees weak.

“And there I thought you were the one who likes it when I get the upper hand.” You growl back, your hands managing to grab his long hair to pull on them.

“Now, now, now.” Osferth hugs you from behind. “Shall we move this somewhere more private?”

“Do you two deserve it? After the stunt you two pulled?” You love fucking with his brain as well.

“We might have planned this wrong…” Aemond starts.

“You did, I wanted to be clear from the get go!”

“Whatever, Osferth. We thought it was a good plan…”

“What he’s trying to say is: we fucked up, please let us make this up to, please?”

You don’t answer immediately, you love that it’s them now marinating into uncertainty.

“And how do you plan do reach your goal?”

Aemond hums, the vibration from his chest travels pleasantly through your body.

“Let us show you once we are somewhere less… open.” He answers.

“You can do better than that, Aemond.”

Purposely you slide up his long body, making sure that your breasts are pushing against the expensive cotton of his shirt; the pupil of his eye devours your movements and you can feel his cock harden against you.

“Bookshop date, on my card.”

“Interesting, but you can do better.”

Osferth snickers behind you, he knows what you're after.

“Sushi at that super expensive place, afterwards.”

“And…?”

Aemond uhms, his eye focused on the cleavage pushing out of the low neckline of your dress.

“Then he drives you somewhere nice and secluded to ravish you on the hood of his car.” Osferth says.

“What? No! Leave Vhagar out of this!”

“Aren’t you tired of standing at the side of the road?”

“Don't think you can get off the hook so easily, mister!” You tell Osferth. “And keep your hands off my tits!”

Osferth’s hands stop their ascent up your ribcage and he makes a sad sound behind you.

“What are you offering?” You ask him.

“I’ll do the packing for you. All your books.”

“Only that?”

Osferth puts his chin on your shoulder, you can imagine how much like a kicked puppy he looks now.

“I’ll wear the vibrating cock ring at the next Mass.” He concedes.

“See, it wasn't that hard.” You turn your head and kiss his cheek. “What about you Aemond? Do we have a deal?”

Aemond's eye falls on Osferth's hands, now cupping your soft breasts: he knows he's gonna fold, but he wishes he’d driven a better bargain.

“You don't hop on Vhagar’s hood with your heels on and I choose the place we go.”

“Fair enough.” You say with a smile. “Let's go home.”

Home is actually Aemond's flat. Like the good old money baby that he is, he doesn't have to live in a dorm or a fraternity, like you and Osferth; having a safe space like that helped you three keep the relationship hidden. You three have christened every surface and furniture, yet getting there makes your heart do somersaults every time.

You don't mind not driving shotgun, when you notice how eager Osferth is to open the passenger door for you; the car is old and sleek but, as all sports cars, doesn't have that much space in the back, for this reason you don't expect Osferth to follow you there and lay on you to start kissing you ferociously, his whole weight keeping you flat on the expensive leather, his hips grounding against the cotton of your panties, the short skirt of your dress bunched around your hips.

“I’m going to have your arse for that!” Comes from the general area of the driving seat.

“Please Aemond, don’t threaten me with the promise of a good time.” Osferth’s voice is muffled by your breasts but the moan he exhales can be heard perfectly.

Aemond doubles down on the gas, smoothly the car rumbles under your body, the vibrations adding to the pleasure of Osferth’s lips sucking on your nipple: you’ve missed his hunger for your body and his need to drive you mad, as much as you did his filthy moans of absolute pleasure at your taste.

“Out!” Aemond barks the second he’s parked Vhagar in the garage of the exclusive building he’s living in.

During the ride up to the highest floor you three have to play it nice, keeping your hands for yourselves, not wanting your effusions to be taped by security; when the door closes behind you three, you know you have nowhere to hide.

Fueled by all the pent up sexual frustration of the past few weeks, and the little show in Vhagar’s back seat, Aemond grabs the hem of your cute dress to roughly pull it off you, his hands go to your ass to pull you up, your legs falling around his trim waist as he kisses you, possessive and hungry, teeth nibbling at your lower lip, cock already hard against the wet patch on your panties.

Aemond throws you on his big bed, his eye focused on the cute matching lingerie set you’re wearing.

“You wanted to get laid.” He growls. “You went to the stupid party to hook up.”

“So what? You two ignored me for so long. I have needs.” You answer, opening your legs for them.

“You naughty little thing.” Osferth’s bare front connects with Aemond’s clothed back. “I think some punishment is in order.”

“Yes, yes it is.” He says, hunger dripping from every word.

You arch your back and slip your fingers under your panties with a long moan: you’re drenched and your clit is puffy already.

“Tell us.” Osferth murmurs in your ear when he sits behind you. “Did you touch yourself?”

“I did. Ah!” You whine when his bigger fingers start teasing your wet hole.

“Did you imagine us?”

“Like hell! I used anyone else but you two! I was angry!”

This earns you a harsh squeeze of your clit and Osferth’s promise to thoroughly punish your cunt when you two are alone.

“Let’s count your offenses.” Aemond’s voice is so low you can barely heard him. “Slapped Osferth then me, pulled that little stunt after our confession… What else? Ah, yes: you were ready to get laid without us and didn’t play with yourself thinking about us.”

“I was angry!” You try to retort.

“That’s the only reason why I am only going to edge you five times and not more: just one for every transgression you did.” Aemond says, calmly.

Before you can say anything, Osferth stops you.

“Do you truly want to risk adding to that? Because I have ideas.”

Oh, the smirk in his voice! You’ll make him pay as soon as possible, for the moment you elect to frown.

“I don’t think this cunt deserves any attention, but I’ve missed your taste too much.” Aemond growls with his hands on your knees, pushing your knees apart to the point where you feel your tendons pull, Osferth’s knees keeping you in position as Aemond darkly murmurs against your clothed pussy.

Aemond’s hands are big on your hips, his fingers grabbing at your skin possessively, least you forget to whom you belong to; he mouths at your clothed center, the friction of the wet cotton on your oversensitive clit and his quick tongue make you arch and whine, seeking the pleasure he so carelessly gives you, only to remove his face with a dirty laugh, when pleasure crests, only to stop abruptly.

You know better than complain, but you can’t help frustrated sound that escapes your lips.

“Thank him, sweet beloved. He’s doing this for you, for your character.” Osferth murmurs in your ear, hotly, his hands under the cups of your bra. “It opens on the front?” He adds, surprised.

“If we hadn’t already decided on five, that would have warranted at least another two missed orgasms, for parading around like a cheap whore ready for the taking.”

Aemond rarely demeans you, but when he does, it stings; if Osferth waren’t pinning you open like a butterfly, you’d curl into yourself, ashamed.

Aemond seems to pick on your feelings and gently kisses your forehead to then drag his lips down your nose and your eyes.

“Shh, gevie, shh. I know you are our good girl, shh. Do you want to show us how good you can be?”

“Yes.” You murmur with your face hidden against the side of Aemond’s neck.

“Are you going to take your punishment and thank Aemond like a good girl?” Osferth soothes you.

“I will. Just…” You hesitate. “Please don’t be mean? I can’t take it, not tonight?”

You put up a brave front, but after weeks of miscommunication you can’t deal with harshness: a wrong word and you’ll start crying. Your boys press you immediately in a tight hug, Osferth from behind, Aemond diving between your splayed legs, until your breathing slows down.

“Are you feeling better? We can stop if you want.” Aemond tells you.

Osferth voices the same feeling: he’s happy to torment you until you can’t physically take it anymore, but not to the expenses of your happiness.

“I want to go on. I want to be your good girl, please?”

“Anything you want, gevie, anything.”

With gentle kisses Aemond’s lips travel up your leg, until he can bury his nose in your drenched cunt and breathe you in: he’s missed you smell and taste, those past few weeks pure hell for him. With a wicked grin he helps you out of your panties and throws them in the general direction of the floor.

“What do you say: when we move together, you’re going to wear no underwear. We’re going to need full access all the time.” Osferth murmurs in your ear.

“Your cunt seems to like the idea.” Aemond says when you clench around nothing.

“Only if I get free access to you two. Turnabout is only fair, ah!”

“You can always have free access to us.” Aemond says with a smile, index finger gently caressing your bud. “Now, let me see how wet you can get.”

Osferth’s hands squeeze your breasts gently, feeling the softness of the skin, his fingers playing with your nipples as Aemond’s long digits explore your depths and curl to find your G spot, massaging it firmly, eye on your face, on your mouth opened to let out harsh breaths and moans. When his thumb finds your clit, it’s almost impossible for you to reign in your orgasm, the pleasure white hot burns your nerves and you have to bite on Osferth’s shoulder to keep a tight rein on your control.

A desperate groan and a whimper-y “Thank you” salute your second missed peak. You whine when Aemond starts sucking on your breasts, as Osferth gently caresses your thighs, helping you to calm down, before his fingers spread your lips again.

They play with your body like a fine tuned instrument. Their hands and mouths bring you up and up, only to curb your pleasure cruelly; you arch under their ministrations, sweat rolling down your skin, slick pouring out of your hole obscenely with every near miss.

By the third almost orgasm you abandon yourself against Osferth; with your eyes closed you’re simply putty in their hands, your body a bundle of nerves responding only to their combined wills: you’ll come when they’ll let you, their praises all you need to feel fulfilled.

“You are our best girl.” Osferth tells you sweetly once they’re finished with you.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to continue tormenting you? Go on all night?” Aemond asks with a wicked smirk on his face.

“Please.” You sound broken and miserable. “Please I need you two so much! No more teasing!”

“Shh my love. There’s no need to cry. Shh, anything you want.” Osferth says, squeezing you as tight as he can.

Your breath is still ragged when they lay you on the bed; they caress your skin with gentle strokes and leave small kisses on your face and neck until you laugh and squirm under them.

Osferth’s body covers yours, his warmth safe, the smell of his hair familiar in your nose as he nuzzles your neck; he moans when Aemond pours lube on his hole before start scissoring him gently, while you grind against Osferth’s erection as he tries to move, sandwiched as he is between your wet cunt and Aemond’s curious fingers: he can barely grind follow your movements.

Osferth’s long back arches, he trembles when Aemond’s fingers start touching his prostate lightly, not wanting to let him come too soon: Osferth is so precious when he’s letting go of his control, to just feel the love and desire you and Aemond have towards him.

Your teeth nibble the soft skin of Osferth’s long neck, those small hiccup moans he makes drive you mad: he’s so defenseless and needy, his orgasm so close his hips stutter against yours and he tries to beg when Aemond’s fingers fuck his arse with intent, hard and fast against his tight ring of muscles, making it almost impossible to reign his orgasm in: he wants to come inside of you, but it’s almost too much!

Osferth’s eyes are scrunched closed, his teeth bite his lower lip savagely in the vain attempt to keep a sliver of control against the dual assault: your cunt so wet and inviting, Aemond’s fingers that reach so deep inside of him he’s going mad with pleasure.

He tries to beg, to desperately form the words of his pleasure, all he can manage are those small whines that make your cunt clench and Aemond’s cock swell.

With a firm hand you grab Osferth’s short mop of hair; his lips are bitten raw and there’s tears at the sides of his closed eyes.

“Do you want my cunt? Do you want Aemond to fuck you raw?” You growl, your own need besting your thinning patience. “Say it out loud, I want to hear it!”

You can see the physical strain talking his for Osferth: the way his eyes are glossy with need, how his body contorts with desperation when Aemond starts scissoring again with deep, slow motions and all Osferth can do is open is mouth and babble and moan.

“That will not do, beloved: let me hear you out loud.” Aemond says with a smirk on his face, his fingers stopping their slow movements, just to see how Osferth's body trembles with frustration.

“Please…” He tries. “Fuck… oh God! Me please!”

“With pleasure.” Aemond growls.

Osferth’s body trembles so much that you have to slide a hand between your bodies to grab his erection and help him sink inside of you with a filthy moan; only when he’s bottomed out with a groan, Aemond starts breaching him gently, pouring too much lube on his cock to make sure he’s not harming Osferth, who is moaning and keening as his hips try to push back to follow Aemond’s movements.

The sound Aemond makes when he’s breached Osferth fully is beyond pornographic, carrying the promise of more pleasure; his hands are manacles on the other man’s hips and you don’t even try to suppress your own moans, full as you are, blocked under their combined weights you can’t even try to move, you can only bear the brunt of Aemond’s pushes and pulls, Osferth’s cock fucking against your G spot slowly, sensually, as he begs, his body trembling with the need to move and fuck you to his leisure.

He’s made to follow Aemond’s gentle rhythm inside of himself, those deep pushes that make him keen and beg for more, the same way you’re doing, your cunt massaging him tightly, with filthy, wet sounds that make Osferth shiver with need.

With trembling hands you manage to grab Aemond’s hips to push him fully inside of Osferth and still their movements; they both groan and moan with pleasure.

“Fuck yourself on Aemond’s cock.” You murmur against Osferth’s parted lips. “Show me how much you missed me.”

The desperation on Osferth’s face is clear, he’s holding on shards of control like a drowning man when he sees your lips around his small cross; to move between you two is pleasure and pain, is drowning inside of you and split himself open on Aemond’s raging erection, is to feel all the nerves of his body scream as his mind blanks and blanks and he’s reduced to a mindless animal who just wants pleasure, wants your cunt to strangle his cock and his prostate bullied, until Aemond has to grab his hips again to help him move, to fuck him fast and hard, using him to get the three of you off after weeks without a mere touch: this knowledge shatters Osferth’s fragile sense of self and he comes with a long scream of pleasure, his hips kicking brutally in Aemond’s hold, forcing you over the precipice, your whole body curling to envelope your two lovers, Osferth’s arse a vice so tight Aemond loses control as well and comes, copious, like he hasn’t in weeks.

You three are a trembling mess on the bed, hands searching and caressing, lips kissing all the available skin as your bodies come down from the high, all three having missed each other’s taste and proximity.

“Silly, silly boys. What were you two thinking?” you pant.

“Nothing smart.” Osferth replies, his brain barely managing to string words together.

“About keeping you safe and happy.” Aemond adds.

“Promise me you’ll never pull a stunt like that ever again?”

You can feel their eyes on your body, the desire they still have for you, and for one another.

“Never.” They say at the same time, before sealing their promise with a deep three way kiss that leaves you dizzy.

You three shuffle around the bed until you are between them, loopy with pleasure and happiness, your body slowly recuperating before another round.

You’re not sure who has turned the telly on, not that it matters when you are safe in your lovers’s embrace and finally know what’s the name of the feeling binding you three together: love.

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anjelicawrites · 6 months

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Every day is Halloween around here

Pairing: werewolf!Osferth x human!reader x vampire!Aemond Targaryen. Talk of werewolf!Osferth x vampire!Aemond Targaryen.

Synopsis: a slice of the life of reader and her monster boyfriends

Warnings: p in v sex, monsterfucking, talk of pregnancy, the boys being very protective, marking, biting, murder (but it's off screen and it's bad people, so it's OK).

NSFW and 18+ only please!

Your cunt is perfect around his cock, wet and warm, sucking him in with every push downwards you make. Your hands on his abs help you balance yourself, your arms frame your lushous breasts perfectly, the nipples a shade darker and, he knows, delicious against his tongue.

Osferth groans with need. He can smell how close you are, the squelching sounds your cunt makes fill his ears; he can barely contain himself, with the full moon so close he has to make the physical effort to keep his hold on your hips light, or he'll hurt you and it's so hard, you sound desperate to come, your walls hugging him now that you're grinding against his hips.

Aemond's pale hand pushes you backwards against his ivory chest, his fingers splayed between your heavy breasts, your neck exposed to his fangs.

The bite on your jugular his fast, the pleasure you feel immediate, Osferth can tell it in the way your cunt tightens to the point of pain around his cock, his orgasm hitting him violently, his paws grabbing at your hips, his claws stabbing your skin until blood appears, his seed, thick and copious, fills you and he fancies your tummy is a little inflated with it.

You are still keening, your body lax against Aemond, Osferth's paws force your hips to grind against his, to prolong the pleasure until you it hurts and Aemond has to lie you on the bed, Osferth's seed leaking down your tights, your pussy still clenching around nothing.

Aemond's cock slides against your drenched cunt, his fangs find your throat again, yet he doesn't bite.

His mind reaches for yours, sending out tendrils of thoughts to elicit yours, wanting to know if you'll let him have you again; your brain is barely coherent, soaring high on the pleasure him and Osferth have given you, your thoughts are a hazy mix of praises and prayers for more.

He can't deny you.

Slowly, Aemond enters you, the leftover shockwawes from your orgasms course through his cock, his fangs hitch for your skin, and for your blood.

The instant he bites you, you come, taking him with you, his dead seed filling you, mixing with Osferth's, the pleasure he feels blanks his mind, and yours.

You pass out with a moan.

Later, after your lovers have washed the sweat, blood and seed from your skin, you sleep between them, curled up on your side, facing Aemond, Osferth's paw caresses your hair, Aemond stares at you, lovingly.

Aemond knows his mind is being loopy, disconnected thoughts swimming there, knows he's making no sense in imaging you pregnant, the thought spurred by the way the oversized hoodie hangs in front of your body, as if filled by your growing tummy. He knows it's physically impossible: you and Osferth belong, for all intent and purposes, to two different species and Aemond is of the undead, after all . Yet, he likes to imaging it, your body slowly changing to accommodate a child, your breasts growing, your smell different.

"Stop it."

Osferth's voice is a raspy murmur.

With the full moon tonight, it's hard for him to push back his transformation, he still looks human, but wrong: hands too big and hairy, nails too long, pupil slightly vertical, the blue of his eyes tinged with yellow.

"Stop what?"

"You know what".

Aemond can't read Osferth's mind, he shouldn't be able to create a telepathic link with him, but, somehow, the connection Aemond has with you, has bled through to Osferth, who can feel the general shape of Aemond's thoughts, not the specifics, and vice versa.

"Don't tell me you never thought about it. Your lot is all about pack, family."

"Don't I ever." Osferth scratches his head. "The swollen belly, out pups kicking against our hands. The sweet taste of their nipples."

Osferth groans, he can feel his cock twitch.

"It would be nice. The slow lovemaking, the added pressure around our cocks -"

"Not now. Not with the full moon tonight. I barely controlled myself earlier."

Aemond understands.

The universe, with its sick sense of humor, has synced Aemond's monthly feed and Osferth's transformation.

Aemond knows how hard it is to hang on whatever shreds of humanity they both have left during those days. They always walk a thin line with you, human and fragile as you are, but when their monstrous natures fight to take control? It's when they see how defenseless you are: the wrong move, and you'll be dead.

It's late in the afternoon when you make your way, slowly, down the stairs.

Your whole body hurts, your pussy is sore and all your muscles feel overstretched and overused; coordinating your movements it's a feat, but you have to do it, to show your lovers that you are feeling better than what you feel.

"Sweetest!" Osferth reaches you and curls his paws around your arms, to help you. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired." You smile. "And in dire need of a kiss." You puck your lips and go to your tip toes to reach his.

The kiss is careful, Osferth's face his more lupine, his teeth longer and sharper, you two need to play it safe, until he's done for the month. When your lips separate, you feel a bit dizzy, Osferth's taste in your mouth.

You shudder when Aemond hugs you from behind.

"You are so cold, my love." You say, your hand covering his. "You need to eat, properly."

Through your shared bond, you can feel Aemond getting ready to fight you, but you are faster.

"You will feed tonight." He tries to stop you, but you continue anyway. "You will because, if you don't, things might get messy."

You remember what happen the last time he tried to ignore his urges: that hadn't been pretty. You don't want to have to go through that again.

"And you as well, mister!" You tell Osferth

"I don't want to leave you alone." He answers

"The dogs will be here and nothing bad will happen."

Both males groan.

They are normally protective, it's in their nature, when it's that time of the month (Ah! Ah!), they both become unbearable in their need to keep you safe, to put you under a bell jar to isolate you from any form of harm.

"You'll still be alone. The house was almost burglarized once." Aemond says with a dark voice

"And you two took care of it." You position yourself so you can see both their faces. "Listen, it's far more dangerous if you two fight it and you both know it, and Osferth, you can't control it, you will shift, tonight."

Osferth kisses your forehead; you are being so reasonable and him and Aemond aren't. But you're going to be alone, with two predators on the loose, two predators that in their right mind will never hurt a hair on your head, but enslaved to their biological needs? Not even their love can keep you safe. Two predators who, for this very reason, have to hunt far away from you, leaving you defenseless against the very real human threats that someone who lives in the middle of nowhere has to face.

The irony of falling in love with your meal.

It takes a lot of convincing, like during every month, before your lovers, begrudgingly, leave.

You love the two of them, with all your heart, they are your life, but they tend to be over protective, as if you've never lived on your own and taken care of yourself since you turned eighteen. Sometimes they make it hard to keep the frustration to yourself, knowing that they mean well and that their fears are real, but they can't shield you from everything!

Slowly, you go up the stairs. Your legs hurt, your joints feel rusty and overused and you are more tired than you should be, Aemond must have drunken more blood than usual and now you're feeling like swimming through lead.

Stubborn as you are, you refuse to stop and soldier on, but you have to sit on the water closet the second you are in the bathroom, your head too dizzy for you to do anything else. God damn it, you think and stop immediately: you can't risk Aemond feeling your frustration. The idiot is liable of coming back to make sure you're ok and not feed the way he should.

When your legs feel more stable, you stand up and start undressing.

Since you've met them, you stopped wearing anything too short or revealing: you are covered in Aemond's bite marks and Osferth's scars.

Aemond's markings are intentional, he told you so one night, while he was taking you, his long body plastered against your back, your hands grabbing the headboard, one of his covering yours, the other tight around you hip, to move you on his cock.

He had licked the bite mark on your neck close, his saliva having some sort of healing power and he had whispered in your hear

"I could have erased my mark from your skin completely." A hard push that had made you whimper follows. "But I want the other vampires out there to know that you are taken. That you are mine."

You had come, immediately, your cunt wounding around his erection, and he had fucked you through your orgasm, biting your skin savagely, forcing you to come again on his cock, before painting your walls with his seed.

Some of Osferth's are, likewise, intentional: the signs of him choosing you as his mate run from the left side of your neck, down your arm, a complicated design only other werewolves are able to read. The others, he's left in his haste to have you, his hands keeping your cunt plastered against his face, nails grown into talons pircing your skin as you wail your orgasm or raking down your back as you ride him, while he is transformed.

During the full moon his biology forces him to change into a wolf, he can't stop it from happening; for the rest of the month he can shift into a midway form, where he looks more like a wolf, but can stand on his back legs (he reminds you of the werewolves from Dog Soldiers, only with less wolf face). He's fucked you in this state countless times and your body has to bear the markings.

How mad you've been after Osferth had told you that his marks, and Aemond's, were like a wedding rings, just more permanent. You had paraded around the house with silver on all your exposed skin and bought a worryingly amount of garlic to keep in your pockets.

A wedding ring I can throw away, if things don't work out, but these? You had thought. Now you understand your lovers meant good, that they expressed their love in their own, special way, but it had taken you time to accept it, to accept that they can look human, but that they aren't and it comes with a price.

You've come to love those sigils your lovers have left, accepting them had been hard and a proof that you three hold differences no amount of love can ever erase.

Slowly you enter the bath tub, warm water enveloping your tired body, with your eyes closed you enjoy the silence and the feeling of being alone, the only noises you hear are from the house settling around you.

You take your time with relaxing and washing, mentally decided which horror movie you're going to watch tonight. Your life is, already, a Stephen King novel, you don't have to add to it, but that's your favorite genre and, for once, you don't have to watch while your lovers groan and comment, because that's not how vampires and werewolves work and no, ghosts don't exist!

You fall asleep on the bed, the dogs around you.

You wake up in the morning, startled at not feeling your lovers bracketing your body, until you realize what day it is.

You still feel sore, not as much as you did yesterday, the long bath having helped at easing your aching muscles, but an Ibuprofen would not hurt, would it?

The house is still silent, which means Osferth is still recuperating in his kennel.

He's explained you, before your first full moon together, that in his wolf form he may be liable of hurting you, he may not remember who you are and his feelings for you, for this reason he had installed a huge box attached to the rear end to the garage, wood on the outside, steel on the inside, that would lock upon entering and that he would be able to open, only once he had transformed back into a human being.

It breaks you heart to know that he is alone, those terrible first seconds after his body shifts form and is hurting horribly, but you understand he does it for your safety.

"My love?"

"Osferth!"

He emerges from the garage, clothes torn, belly suspiciously round and dark circles around his eyes. You run towards him and hug him, ignoring the smell of wet dog he emanates.

"Are you OK?" You ask.

"Yes. - His voice doesn't sound convincing. - You know the guys from the prostitution ring I have been attacking this past month? They had a meeting with their bosses. There were more people than I thought there would be and I have eaten too much. I feel a bit bloated."

"Sit down, I'll bring you an alka seltzer immediately!"

Your heroic Osferth who, knowing that there's no escaping the transformation, uses his wolf form to target criminals in your area.

You are so afraid he won't come back, one day.

"Is Aemond at home?"

Aemond usually shares the big bed with you and Osferth, but for the night he has to properly feed. Once he comes home, he has to hide in his coffin, where the soil from his burial is. You can't check on him, because he might be liable of hurting you, without even understanding his actions. Like Osferth, he had to reinforce his hiding place and put a lock he can only open once he's back into himself. To let you know he's made home OK, he leaves you a Browallia on the kitchen counter.

The flower sits in the small vase, right where you can see it the second you enter the kitchen: you can finally breath, knowing he's made home too.

When the roller shutters start coming down mid morning, you know Aemond is finally ready to come downstairs.

He looks healthier, skin less ivory and warm to the touch. You hug him the second he arrives in the living room, where you are still cuddling Osferth, who feels like he hasn't digested his dinner fully.

"What kind of horrific mahyem have you left for the police department to investigate?" You ask.

Differently from Osferth, Aemond had never cared about his victims; he had started going after corrupted politicians and cops after you asked him to. He had agreed, but was firm in saying he was going to 'play with his food, at least', which meant maiming them horribly, killing them after having sucked them dry and then be creative with their bodies.

As the county anathomopathologist, you had, more than once, dissected what was left of Aemond's victims and then given him grief when he made stitching them back together just a tad too hard.

"I didn't even disemboweled them this time!"

"Thank God for its small mercies. - You say, your hand still rubbing Osferth's tummy. - Give us a kiss, now?"

"Yeah." Your other loves adds. "We need a kiss, now."

"So needy." He jokes, but his lips are greedy on yours, he can't help but nick your lower lip with one of his fangs, just so he can lick the wound clean.

Aemond's hand wounds in Osferth's short mop of hair when they kiss, a low growl of want erupting from both their chests, their eyes aflame when their lips disconnect.

"Shall I get the popcorn?" You ask, not so jokingly. Watching them, together, is a treat.

"My tummy is still too sore" Osferth says, letting his head fall on Aemond's shoulder

"Do you want me to cook you something?" The other male asks.

For all his posturing, Aemond is truly in love with Osferth. They might tease one another, their species being at odds for so long, but there's a string connecting their hearts together, and to yours.

"Just lie with us."

"Yeah baby. Cuddle us. We're starting a Mike Flanagan rewatch!" You say.

"Oh no, come on! Not again!"

"You know he makes me cry! You said it was going to be a John Carpenter marathon!"

"His new show comes out next month. We will be on a Flanagan lockdown until then!" And you simply turn the telly on.

Sometimes you are truly lucky they love you more than they do their lives.

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anjelicawrites · 3 months

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Once poly!Aemond asked his lovers to help him stay in subspace for the whole weekend. It had been a couple of grueling months and he felt his brain needing to be disconnected from everything. He was cutely uncoordinated and in need to be touched all the time, both reader and Osferth walking around with an Aemond koala plastered on their backs. When his lovers gently helped him back, he felt like he had recharged his batteries. The weird thing had been Vhagar, who was less cranky herself and even let reader’s adopted donkey sniff her snout.

From one of your headcannons can you elaborate more pls??? 😏

The OG!Poly is back!

Warnings: kissing, handjob, ass play, blowjob, hints at subspace sex, being in subspace for a long period of time, overwork, stress, hints at chronic pain.

NSFW and 18+ only please under the cut!

Aemond has been working hard on his latest project and had, basically, disappeared from your lives. He would sleep a handful of hours, waking up early and going to bed later and later, to the point that he had started sleeping in one of the guest rooms in order to not disturb you and Osferth. You two knew he was alive because he would send you quick texts or put his dirty laundry in the hamper, but he was a ghost in your lives, who promised you two that he was going to be finished soon. You and Osferth were worried he would overwork himself or that his chronic pain would flare up, you two knew that he couldn't afford it to happen.

The text message arrives in the chat Thursday afternoon, it simply reads "I'm finished. Coming home." You rush home, your only goal is to hug Aemond, which you do, the second he walks through the threshold, your arms hug his slender frame with all your might.

"Gevie, gevie, dōna jorrāelagon."

You can hear Aemond murmur in your hair as you take in his familiar scent, and the tension in his back.

"Please tell me you don't have any leftover work to do." "I'm done. I have the whole weekend off, my team as well." "Oh thank God!"

You stare at him with adoring eyes, take in his tired expression and the dark circles: all the alarm bells go off in your mind immediately. You try to help him relax and Osferth joins in when he manages to return home, to little results: Aemond is still a ball of stress on the couch, all the pent up energy trapped in his tense shoulders and in the way his eyes fixates on the TV, without truly seeing the stupid show playing. Not even putting the collar on has helped.

"You're not listening, are you?" Osferth asks from the floor where he's laying with the dogs. "I'm sorry beloved, my mind seems unable to unstruck itself from this last project. I am so tired and my brain doesn't want to stop."

He sounds exhausted, barely managing to run on fumes.

"Do you think there's something we can do to help you unwind? You never stopped working for two months!" You tell him, worried that he might just collapse.

Aemond hums in your embrace, pensively weighting your words.

"There's something, but I don't know if it's feasible." "Tell us and we'll see, together."

Aemond cups Osferth's face for a second and breaths in his earthly scent, wishing that just your combined presences would be enough to help him finally relax: he feels so drained.

"Would it be possible to keep me in subspace for the whole weekend? I just need to stop thinking and I don't know how!"

You suck in a big breath: it is so huge coming from him, who is still fighting against his demons, it's a testament to the trust he has in you two.

"We can try." You can hear in Osferth's voice that he is already shifting, taking control subtly.

"Let's go upstairs." You murmur in Aemond's ear, following Osferth's lead. "Let's make sure you're all nice and dumb for a while."

Aemond shudders against you, he closes his eye with a tired sigh: if only.

"We are not asking, my sweet prince." Osferth's voice is a low rumble that sends a shiver down Aemond's back. "You will stop thinking, I don't care how long that is going to take."

"Or how many times you're going to come for us, like a good boy." You add.

"I want that, badly. My brain doesn't seem to want to follow the plan." Again, defeated against his own mind.

"It's not your brain we're interested in."

Aemond groans when Osferth's hand sneaks inside his loose trousers and curls around his soft cock.

"You're going to come for us, you don't have a choice."

Osferth's voice has deepened to a growl as his hands slowly moves up and down Aemond's cock. You can see how enlarged his pupils are, how feral his smile is when he notices your fingers finding their home around Aemond's sensitive nipples, pinching them until he lets out a soft whine.

"You're playing dirty." He stammers, his head leans on your shoulder. "You have no idea Aemond."

He whines again when the hand around his, now, hard cock jacks him with intent, fluid already seeping from the bulbous head, hips canting to follow the rhythm Osferth has chosen for him.

"Come, now."

Aemond can hear the command in his voice and that makes the coil in his stomach curl tighter and tighter with every fast movement of the hand around his cock and your cruel fingers on his nipples, the orgasm so close he can almost taste it, yet just a step away from him, his brain still running a hundred miles per hour.

The sudden pain of your fingers pinching his nipples tear through the million thoughts in his head and he comes, body kept upright by yours and Osferth's, who keeps pumping his cock, milking it until Aemond whimpers, raw already with overstimulation.

Aemond is not fully aware of how he finds himself on the bed, naked and hard, his mind is fuzzy on the details of walking up the stairs as you and Osferth kiss and bite his skin and lips, and all his clothes are gone and he is defenseless under your stares: where he wants to be.

The pleasure that slowly consumes his overworked brain never stops, you two dead set in driving him absolutely out of his mind with your teeth, mouths and hands.

He begs when your lips find home around his erection, again, in the attempt to suck his brain out through his dick. His hips squirm uselessly when his hole his violated again by Osferth's long fingers, muscles fucked and scissored until he comes down your throat with a shout.

With every orgasm he can feel his mind losing grip against the pleasurable pain you're subjecting him to, the threads of his million thought snipped at the bud by your bodies on his.

Yet he can't let go, his mind is so stubbornly clinging to the most difficult detail of the project and just focuses there as his body burns with pleasure.

"You know." Osferth's dark voice tears through this last stubborn thought. "One day I will bring you to a piercer and make sure you get the prettiest rings on your nipples. After they've healed I'll put nice weight on them, make sure everyone sees how sensitive they are."

As on cue you bite down on his right nipple and suck harshly, Aemond's mind snaps free of that troublesome last thought and finally floats in that safe space where he doesn't have to think, just feel and soak in your care, and Osferth's.

Aemond's body melts under yours, his muscles completely relaxed, the sign you and Osferth have reached your goal: he's into subspace, where his mind can, finally, let go.

"Come here sweetling, sleep in my arms. You did so good my heart." You murmur, helping Aemond on his side, with his face against your chest.

Aemond's eye is closed, his breathing slow and even, blindly his face finds your breasts and just rests there, where your soft smell envelops him completely and he knows he's safe.

"He's hogging your boobies." "Osferth, don't be morose. Lie behind me and be nice." "There isn't enough space!"

Osferth stares at you like a kicked puppy and, for five whole seconds, you feel bad for him.

"Those are my breasts, thank you very much. Second, Aemond needs them more than you do right now." "I need them always!" "Be good Osferth, come on!"

Osferth looks devastated that he can't hold your breasts the way he likes to, when Aemond sleeps between you two: he has to settle with just a couple of fingers on the upper side of one breast for the night. How unfair is that?

When you wake up, Aemond is still asleep in your arms, his long body relaxed in your embrace. With a gentle touch you caress his back, following the dip of his spine: he needs food and a slow awakening.

From the door Osferth observes you two, enamored with the way you are taking care of Aemond. On silent feet he heads to the bed and hugs Aemond from the back, murmuring that it's time to eat. Aemond stirs and makes a sleepy sound of contentment, cocooned as he is in the double embrace. He can only feel, his mind is still somewhere soft, while is skin blooms with goosebumps wherever your hand, and Osferth's, caress him, a tentative erection stands against your tummy and Osferth gently wraps his hand around it.

"Let's make a deal. You come for us and then we feed you breakfast." Osferth says.

In this state Aemond is nonverbal, he just nuzzles closer to your breasts and moves his hips: he doesn't need words when he has you two. His mind is hazy, yet his nerves carry the distant feeling of Osferth's rough palm around his cock and the sweet taste of your nipples in his mouth, both sensations cloud his mind and mix with the pleasure he has been feeling. His hips move following the long strokes around his cock, unhurried as pleasure tightens in his belly. He hears your soft moans of pleasure and Osferth's praises, the nipple in his mouth is pert and delicious, he can't help but nibble on it as his hips move faster, his cock head rubs against your clit with a wet sound he can barely hear over his own whimpers of pleasure as his orgasm explodes in his loins and his mind flies higher and higher into subspace.

Aemond lies on the bed, his semen splattered on his belly, his breathing slowing down: he looks like the portrait of desire, with his head on Osferth's chest and his legs spread out like an offering. He makes a pleasurable sound when you slowly clean the mess on his groin and tummy, kissing the head of his spent cock. With your lips you follow the path of his beauty marks, until you can hover his parted mouth.

"Let's feed you baby, you've done so well." You murmur and he preens.

He's unstable on his legs, he wobbles and has to lean against Osferth to walk down the stairs; you've never seen him like this, but he's never been in subspace outside the bed. It's endearing to see him, who is always preternaturally aware of his surroundings, walk on unstable legs, nearly hitting the banister with his elbow or trip on one of the dogs. He plasters himself against your back with an happy sigh, while you make coffee. You expect his hands to mold themselves around your breasts, instead he is happy to just feel your warmth seep through the clothes you two are wearing and walk with you, using your body as a crutch to keep his balance. He is not aware of what he's doing, it's just that you smell so good and are so soft, that his body simply follows its natural instincts. You have to put your index in the loop of his collar to maneuver him to where the bench is and have him sit down next to Osferth, who has already cut the food in small pieces and feeds them to Aemond in between butterfly kisses.

He's never been so needy of physical touch like he is now. He doesn't shy away from it normally, but he is never reached for it so openly; deep as he is in subspace he can't help but follow what his body is telling him to do: soak in the warmth of his lovers' skins, taste it with his lips and tongue and just bask in their presence next to him to even out those two month without you two. You and Osferth are keeping him safe as well. A part of Aemond knows he needs your help, that he is not capable of recognizing danger and that he needs to lean on you two for safety. Draping himself over Osferth's shoulders, or yours, and just walk with you this way is an instinct he easily follows and saves him from falling and tripping around the house. Pleasure and arousal mingle with the warm waves where is mind is now, with every orgasm you and Osferth extract from his pliant body, he soars even higher and falls deeper into subspace and becomes ever more responsive to your touch, and Osferth's, his body blossoming under yours as he whimpers and moans with every touch on his sensitive skin. Whatever refractory period he normally has simply vanishes and he seeks your combined touches, until you two have made love to him to both your heart's content.

When it's time to help him resurface from subspace, he stubbornly clings to it, doesn't want to come back and be himself again. It takes you and Osferth the longest time, between soft kisses and gentle words, to see his eye focus again on your smiles. Aemond feels boneless, all his muscles well used and pleasantly tired, his mind, finally, his own again.

"Welcome back sweetling." You murmur in his ear, tickling the sensitive skin with your breath. "How long was I under for?"

He genuinely has no idea of the day and the hour.

"It's Sunday afternoon." Osferth tells him.

Aemond says something unintelligible in High Valyrian, surprised his idea actually worked.

"Even Vhagar is not as cranky as she usually is." Osferth adds. "She's an elderly lady, she's entitled to be grumpy." Aemond will always come to Vhagar's defense, it makes your heart swell. "Not when you're in subspace. She never huffed and slept peacefully: that's a first."

Not for the first time you find yourself wondering about the bond between you lover and his elderly dragon, how deep that runs.

"Come here sweetling."

You let Aemond hug you, this time he can lie pressed between you and Osferth, without stopping the latter's access to your breasts.

"Do you want to sleep my love? It's too early to eat." You say. "Let's just stay like this. I want to feel you two."

His mind, lulled by your combined warmth, starts wandering through disconnected thoughts, simply enjoying the stillness, after months of non stopping worry. Indeed, you three should do this more often.

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anjelicawrites · 6 months

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I know you’ve written so much about it but Aemond and his praise kink is getting me, like reader or Osferth praising his 🍆 especially makes me no thoughts head empty

He's right behind you, when the praising starts!

Warnings: anal, p in v sex

NSFW and 18+ only under the cut!

He almost comes when Osferth moans how good it feels to fuck himself on Aemond's cock, how it perfectly fills his ass, he can feel it in his throat, so perfect against his prostate, oh God just right! Aemond groans, his hands grabbing Osferth's hips to grind himself against his hungry ass: he needs to hear the other man scream his praises, then the two of them can come.

The stream of filth in Aemond's ear doesn't stop. You're praising him, telling him in detail how good he's fucking you, your legs over his shoulders, his long cock against your g spot, bullying it relentlessly. You've already come for him once, ass up in the air, face in the mattress, but he needs to hear more of your sweet praises, needs it like air, like he needs to explode inside of your sweet, warm cunt. Just a couple of thrusts more, your praises spurring him on. He just needs more.

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Poly taglist: @notyour-valentine, @fan-goddess, @aegonx

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anjelicawrites · 9 months

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Title: Between safety and need

Pairing: dom!Osferh x sub!reader x dom!Aemond Targaryen and all the combinations thereof.

NSFW, 18 + only please and specific warnings under the cut!

Warnings: smut, spanking, edging, nipple and clit clamp, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, p in v sex, double penetration, ass play, sex toys use, angst with a happy ending, sub dropping, Reader being a brat.

A/N: nonnie I am so sorry it took me so long to answer to this one!!! I hope you'll like it, even though it took me so long to write it!!!

There are days where you are a brat to get your lovers’ attention, others where it’s more of a ruse just because you feel playful like that. Today is neither of those, today you feel bothered by everything: the sound of the TV in the background, Aemond’s fingers on the keyboard, even the gentle snoring of the cats sounds like nails against a blackboard. You had tried all you could to drive the feeling away: shutting yourself in your own study, listening to your favorite podcast and going for a long walk in the countryside, to no avail; your own skin irks you to no end. The pinnacle of your irritation explodes when you and your lovers are in the living room while you try, unsuccessfully to read a book and you snap at Osferth

“Would you please stop making that sound?”

“I’m breathing?” he stares at you with big, surprised eyes

“Then stop! It’s irritating!”.

Usually he’s the one to take the situation in hand when you are like this, it surprises you to no end to feel Aemond’s hand on your neck, fingers curling gently to keep you in place.

“That’s enough, ñuha jorrāelagon, my love”

“Let go of me, Aemond Targaryen” you bite back

“No, I don’t think I will. You’ve been beyond heinous today. I am quite done with you and Osferth is as well”.

If you were less irked, you’d run away, because Aemond is deadly calm, which means you’ve managed to get on his last nerve. That rarely happens, he’s usually patient with you, even when anyone else would already be angry.

“You don’t tell me what to do!”.

Deaf as you are to everything, you don’t realize this is the worst thing to say. You start to realize the moment Aemond’s hand sneaks into your hair to grab the roots tight and pull your head back to look into your eyes.

“I think I will, since you are incapable of being yourself today”.

Aemond is rarely angry with you and even less times he’s expressed his emotions physically the way he’s doing now. Grabbing your hair like this is more of an Osferth move, in general, overpowering you this way is what your other lover usually does when you are being a brat, for Aemond to resort to this, it means you have truly overstepped.

You try to say something but Osferth gently puts a finger on your lips, calm and collected, the darkness of his anger pooling in his lovely eyes.

“Shh, I think you’ve talked enough for today. I know you want to say that you are sorry, but saying it just because now you realize you will be punished is meaningless. We’ll know when you are sorry”.

With that he lifts you over his shoulder, deaf to your grunting and to your fists against his strong back and heads to the bedroom. This is a curveball. Aemond doesn’t play as hard as you and Osferth sometimes do, it’s physically impossible for him to bear many of the things you two do; if he’s being part of this, what are they going to do to you?

You can literally feel the cogs in your head run faster and faster the closer the bedroom is, your brain creating scenarios upon scenarios, until your mind is a mess of images and ideas.

None too gently Osferth deposits you on the bed and orders you to stay put, in a tone that admits zero comebacks. You sit still, hands folded, eyes smoldering: you are not giving either of them the satisfaction of knowing how much this is off putting to you. You stare at them with an adversarial smile on your face, inward you wish to know what they are whispering, Osferth’s forehead against Aemond’s, one of his hands in his long strands.

The moment Aemond leaves you two, Osferth turns toward you, eyes dark and scanning your face.

“Stand up and undress - his voice is sharp - make it fast, you don’t want me to be halfway when Aemond comes back” he adds when you don’t move.

You recognize the tone, it’s his more dominant side that’s come out to play. You feel yourself being torn between following his command and brat out even more.

“You will get a spanking. Ten strikes because I am feeling nicer than you deserve - he says while sitting on the bed, legs spread - if Aemond comes back before I am done, you will have no orgasms for a week”.

The threat makes you undress quickly and lie on Osferth’s legs even quicker. When he threatens you with that, you know he will deliver and, because he plays dirty, he will use you thoroughly for his pleasure for the duration of the ban, trying to make you come, just so he can extend your punishment.

“You know you only have to be mad at yourself for this, right? I was going to be nice and look at what you are making me do. Count for me and say how grateful you are; if I like your tone I might not hit you that hard”.

The first slap lands on your ass and you bark out your instructions, the second and the third are so fast you can barely speak, by the fourth you feel the tears in your eyes. After the fifth, Osferth grabs your asscheek in a tight hold that makes you scream in pain and squirm in his lap.

“I wonder why you are making such a fuss about this. You are wet - he says, sticking two fingers in your cunt and curling them until you moan - a liar and a brat. I was too loose with my handling of you. Fear not, I will not make this mistake ever again, my love”.

He’s almost reached ten and you are already drooling on his tight, begging him for something you don’t know, pity, or maybe more pain until your brain stops working for a while.

You are not in subspace, yet, you are not fully yourself either, loose and weightless when Osferth grabs your hair, forcing your body into a kneeled position to kiss you roughly, his pent up anger and arousal owning you.

His hand is still in your hair when he tells you to sit on the bed again, to which you comply slowly, your limbs still feeling alien to you.

By the time Aemond arrives, you are more back into yourself, your arse stinging with every small movement you make against the cotton of the sheets, your bratty smirk back on your lips.

You are not sure Aemond took so long with whatever supplies he needed, because he couldn’t find them, or because he wanted to give you time to handle the first part of your punishment; whatever the reason, you tell him you are sorry, when he kneels between your spread legs.

“Are you, though, ñuha dāria, my queen?” he asks, his eye boring into yours.

You are and you aren’t. You’d still maintain that life irks you as of now, but maybe telling Osferth to stop breathing was a tad too much.

You know you should stay silent, because Aemond knows all that you are thinking right now: he’s terrifying when he gets like this and uses his analytical skills on you. If he weren’t so subby, he’d make a great dom, whatever those labels mean, your combined sexualities being more fluid than whatever word you use to describe yourselves.

“I thought so - he says, gently cupping your face in his warm hands - know that this brings me no pleasure”

“Are you sure about that?” Osferth kneels behind him, one hand on his cheek to turn his face towards him

“Maybe a little” he admits, his eye trained on you, before kissing Osferth with hunger.

You curl your fingers around the cotton of the sheets, unwilling to show your lovers how much you need them, just by seeing them kiss: you can feel the warmth expanding in your core, the wetness redoubling there and you bit your lower lip to stay quiet, as the kiss turns more physical, Aemond tumbling over Osferth, who just absorbs his weight with a moan, his hands going to his shoulders to make sure he’s not moving, their hips moving in tandem, until they have to separate, a thin tendril of spit connecting their red lips.

“Do you want to change plans?” Osferth asks, his hips jutting up teasingly and you’d call him a whore, lovingly, if the circumstances were different.

Aemond stares at him and then at you, a pensive uhm leaving his lips.

“Maybe another time?”

“Yeah, another punishment” Osferth answers, removing his t-shirt.

You get a second of respite, to try and find your feet, before your lovers sit flanking you on the bed, their hands proprietary on your skin, touching, pinching, scratching, until you moan, wanton.

“Lie back on the bed and let us play, pretty toy”

“Feel free to scream all you want, ñuha dāria and use your safeword, if you need to”.

You huff at that, as if you’d need to safeword your way out of a punishment.

“I’m letting that slide. Next time I’m not going to be so charitable” Osferth says, fingers pinching one nipple tight

“Yes sir - you blurt out, the pain zinging up and down your spine - I’m sorry sir”

“Still a brat, I see. That’s going to be a long punishment. We are going to have fun, you? Not so sure” he tells you, before showing you up the bed.

In the corner of your eyes, you see Aemond deposit on the bed the small chest where you all keep the toys. You had to hide the thing when Finan came over to help with putting together the new bed Osferth made and neither of you had the chance to use the contents ever since: you are fucked, you are so very fucked.

Your train of thoughts is cut short by their lips again, kissing paths of fire on your skin, sucking your breasts until you let out a shrill sound of pleasure when you feel fingers gently part your folds, Aemond delicately exploring you, curling his to massage your G-spot. You’d scream, but Osferth is kissing you, swallowing every single sound you make, one hand painfully clenching around one soft breast as you feel your orgasm approaching, cunt tightening around Aemond’s fingers. So close, so close, his pads delicious against that rough patch inside of you, you’re almost there, almost…

You tear your lips from Osferth’s when Aemond’s fingers leave you right before your orgasm. You stare at him with accusatory eyes, legs clenched together in the vain attempt to seize what he’s denied you.

“I’m so sorry, ñuha dāria - he says - this is still punishment”.

You groan when Osferth sucks your juices from Aemond’s fingers, his eyes boring into yours, challenging you to look away. He is so sensual, his pink tongue lapping Aemond’s long fingers, lips slowly sinking down their whole length, until they’ve bottomed out inside his greedy mouth and he moans, filthy and deep in his chest.

“Delicious - he eyes your cunt - I think I need to go to the source, though”.

With sure hands he moves your legs over his shoulders, keeping you at the mercy of his tongue and fingers, and he has none. He knows how to play you, knows how to twist his fingers just right, in tandem with Aemond’s lips on your breasts. He has to pin you on the bed when he starts writing the alphabet on your clit with his tongue, your legs kicking against his back, your torso arching with every sinful stroke, shrill screams of pleasure and torment escape your mouth, until he stops, again, right before you can come all over his face.

You try to clench your legs again in vain, your boys spreading them gently, eyeing your center like hungry wolves and you can do nothing but cover your face with your hands, as they descend upon you. You lose track of whose fingers are fucking you, whose tongue is lavishing your clit, whose teeth are gently nibbling there, until they don’t and fresh tears spill from your eyes.

“Shh, ñuha dōna, my sweet - Aemond gently cradles your body in his arms, letting you cry against his chest - shh”

“Please” you say, brokenly, your body a bundle of nerves

“Not yet - Osferth gently turns your body so you lie on your back, head on Aemond’s chest - not yet pretty toy”

“I’ve learnt my lesson, I promise”

“We know what’s best for you - he says, kissing your forehead - it’s not time yet”

“When it’s time, I promise it’s going to burn like a supernova, ñuha qēlos, my star”.

A tortured sound escapes your mouth when Osferth enters you, every ridge of his cock like fire against your aching walls. You wail at the pace he’s set, deep and rough pushes that you feel in your whole body, his hands leaving imprints on the soft skin of your tights, to keep you against his body, to grind against you with every push in. Aemond grabs your cheeks with one hand, opening your mouth to let a thin tendril of spit dribble there and you swallow unprompted, anything to show them you are being good, that you’ve learnt your lesson.

With a groan and a hand around his base, Osferth pulls out, making you scream when he turns you on your front, a hand in your hair to force you on your fours.

“Be good and open your mouth” he murmurs in your ear.

You do that, your tongue lolling out, which grants you a slap on your arse and a ‘good girl’.

Now it’s Aemond’s hands on your hips, pushing you back on his cock, until he’s seated inside of you, grinding until you scream, only to have Osferth’s cock push inside your mouth, your combined tastes making your arch in pleasure and curl like a vise around Aemond.

“Best cunt you’ve ever had, right?” Osferth says, cupping Aemond’s nape

“And mouth”

“Yeah”.

Like the good girl you can be, you cross your wrist on your lower back, to let them have full control on your body, and they do. While kissing over you, Osferth fucks your slack mouth brutally, one hand on your nape to keep your there, to slot himself in your throat until you kick your legs when the oxygen is not enough, his movements spurred on by the gurgling, lewd sounds you’re making. Aemond’s pushes are passionate and slow, your cunt wet and loose and perfect around him, hitting your insides just right, one hand taking one of yours, to show you that he still loves you, even when you are being punished. When he picks up speed, he pushes you on Osferth’s cock and you just let yourself being used like this, being pushed and pulled between their bodies, until tendrils of your own orgasm start spreading and you don’t know how to tell them, that you’re getting too close, that you’re almost there, so very close.

When they leave your body, you just flop on the bed, tears of frustration down your cheeks. It’s Osferth who comes to you, he cradles you against himself, his lips softly kissing your tears, until you’ve calmed enough to speak.

“What’s your color?”

“Green, please Osferth” you babble

“Not yet, not yet. You’re taking your punishment so well”

“It hurts so bad, please” you’re a whining mess, so far away from the bitchy brat you’ve been all day

“I know, but that’s what punishment is about. If you like it, then it’s not working”.

He is so reasonable that you have no counter argument, just disconnected words of regret and need blabbed against his neck.

You can feel Aemond’s body behind you, one hand turning your face so he can look at you.

“Do you think you can move again? Raise your hips up for me?”

“Yes, Aemond please”

“Sȳz riña, good girl” and you shiver.

Your boys have to help you move, your legs start to feel like jelly and they have to move them for you, until your arse is up and your face on the mattress.

You tremble when you hear the lube being uncapped, the cold substance being poured on your hole and then Aemond’s index breaching you, slowly, following the way your body responds to the stimuli, adding another finger to gently scissor you, soft moans spilling from your mouth, your clit tingling with every slow movement, your hands searching Osferth’s, needing the tether like a man lost at sea.

Your fingernails bite Osferth’s hands when Aemond pushes the smallest plug in your ass, your nerves responding tenfold to the action. Turning on your back is torment, their fingers burn your skin, the cotton on your back bites at your body; you don’t know if you’ll manage not to safeword your way out of trouble today.

The gentle whirring of the clit sucker makes you groan, your hips jump when Osferth places it on your clit, mercifully on the lowest setting, still your body rocks side to side, legs uselessly trying to close around his arm, Aemond’s lips sucking your breasts are a sweet torment that makes you arch your back, eyes closed, teeth biting your lower lip. You scream when the first clamp closes around your nipple and Aemond has to pull your forehead against his, soothing words cascading from his lips, until his fingers start playing with your other nipple, teasing it into a peak, only to punish it with the other clamp. In the midst of your torment, you try to warn your boys that you’re close again, you don’t want to fail and be punished!

“Shh, I know, I know” Osferth removes the clit sucker and kisses your belly button, his short stubble tickles your tummy

“You’re doing so well, hae iā sȳz riña, like a good girl” Aemond’s lips steal yours in a kiss, slow and passionate, to which you respond with all your remaining energies, one hand sneaking in his hair.

You have to tear your lips away from his when a bigger plug enters you, your eyes begging Osferth to go slow, which he does, with eyes scanning your face for signs that he should stop; all he can see is your features tormented by pleasure again, when Aemond’s fingers enter your cunt, purposefully hitting your spot, your hands flailing on the sheets. You are so beautiful like this, desperate and ready, his thirst for you redoubling, as if he hadn’t already had a taste of your pussy.

His tongue laps at your clit, lips sucking the small bud in sync with Aemond’s fingers inside of you, your cries of pleasure music for his ears, your hands in his hair spurring him on to play with you until you are the closest you’ve been today to your orgasm.

When they release your body, you curl into yourself, their stares feel like they’re burning your skin; you can’t physically manage to bear them.

You realize your mistake when Aemond’s hand tugs at the plug inside of you, pulling it partially out to gently push it in again and again and again, until it exits you and he orders you to turn on your fours. You try, but they have to position you, Osferth’s hand in your hair to keep you upright, while cold lube is poured on your hole again, to prepare you for the biggest plug you three own, the last they’re going to use on your.

You try to relax as much as your body allows you to, still the bulbous parts of the dildo feel like they’re splitting you in two, your muscles barely capable of accepting the last one.

“Do you know a lovely fact about your cunt? - Osferth murmurs in your ear - it becomes deliciously tighter when your arse is full. Here, let me show you”.

Your body is nothing more than a ragdoll he can maneuver to sit on his cock, until he’s bottomed out. You feel so full you can’t breath, his girthy cock feels ten times bigger, your cunt barely capable of accepting it, his fingers on your clit forcing your muscles to curl around him even tighter as he grinds against you.

You can barely feel the sting of Aemond's hand grabbing your hair to turn your head to kiss you again, his free hand playing with the clamps on your nipples, your orgasm curling in your tummy, until they both stop and you don’t even have the strength to scream anymore, tears streaming down your face, wet cunt leaking down your thighs.

“Will you be good for us, ñuha dāria? We’re almost there”.

Aemond turns you on your back again, entering you with a groan of pleasure at the added pressure of the plug in your arse, pushing slowly, needing you to feel every inch of his cock seated in your velvety walls, drinking down every wailing sound you make with each and every movement he makes. He loathes that he has to leave your cunt so soon, but you are dangerously close to orgasm and he doesn’t want you to fail; still there’s one last thing he needs to do.

You lie on the bed spent and wired up at the same time, wet and frustrated beyond imagination, nerves firing with every breath you take. You can’t, you can’t anymore, it hurts too bad to be denied like this but you can’t find the strength to use your safeword: you had worse, you can bear it and Aemond has even said that you’re almost done!

You can’t see what Aemond has in his hand, the rush of the blood in your ears covers his rummaging in the chest of toys and the knowing uhm of Osferth, when he sees what he has planned for the final leg of your punishment, knowing this is the maximum he can dish out. He is always amazed by the way Aemond plays with you, gentle and cruel at the same time and so patient, eyeing you like a hawk, while he’s letting the dragon out.

The bite of the clamp on your engorged clit steals a scream from your lips, your hands barely stopping from removing it, hips pushing against nothing in pain and pleasure

“We’re almost there. Do you think you can go through this?” Osferth asks, big hand caressing your contracting tummy.

You need a second to answer, you want to go through this, you can’t bear this punishment anymore, but you want to show your lovers you’re being good, but it hurts so bad to quench your orgasm every time they touch you, you, you, you, God you mind is unraveling already!

“Yes, please” you say with a small voice, that wins you a gentle kiss on your forehead from each of your loves

“Relax as much as you can” Aemond asks and you try to, even though it’s so hard.

The rabbit vibrator is not the biggest toy you own, but your body is so strung up it feels like it’s splitting you in two halves, the pressure doubled with your arse still full of the plug, even the slow setting Aemond has chosen is a torment that forces you to writhe on the sheets, mewling like a bitch in heath, while the smaller part against your captive clit drives you absolutely mental with pain, and desire.

“Look at us” Osferth’s ask, his voice telling you that you can’t say no.

Your two loves are embracing one another, cocks leaky and erect gently rubbing against one another, Aemond’s lips leaving marks on Osferth’s throat, the latter’s hands on the other man’s arse, kneading the muscles there.

“Don’t take your eyes off us, ñuha dāria. This is the last thing we ask you to do and then you can come”.

You wail, desperate: there’s nothing more erotic than your lovers taking care of one another, their bodies entwined, enslaved to pleasure.

You feel hot and cold at the same time as Osferth lies Aemond on the bed, his lips sucking on his erect nipples until the other moans and arches his back, hands grabbing Osferth’s short locks to pull him even closer to his body.

Both their erections have been tormenting them from the moment they’ve started playing with you, each time they had to pull out, curbing their own orgasm, had been torture, your body calling theirs into its depths. Now, kissing and sliding against one another, cocks red and balls so full it feels like they’re going to explode, renders them deaf to everything but their own moans of pleasure, and that’s why they don’t notice immediately your silence.

The music of your moans and keens of pleasure has been in Osferth's ears, mixed with Aemond's, creating the best array of sounds he could even hope for, now there's only Aemond's soft moans of need and pleasure: something is wrong.

Osferth turns his head to you and sees that you are frozen on the bed, eyes open but not staring at them, full of fear, your hands clenched painfully. Shit! Shit! Shit! he thinks.

"Aemond!".

His tone it's the warning sign that kicks Aemond awake from his sexual reverie, his eye training on your unmoving body, a curse on his lips the moment he realizes they have fucked up.

Frenzied they remove all the toys tormenting you, their bodies enveloping yours under the covers, pressing you between them, their hands caressing you gently, while they call your name, softly, trying to lure you back from the depths of your own mind.

Despite their warm bodies, you feel cold, as if you have no blood in your body. Every muscle hurts, but the worst is your mind, spinning out of control, violent memories plaguing you, blocking you from doing anything, even calling for help. Your lovers' voices have to fight the whirlwind of your thoughts, with tremendous effort you try to focus on them, their tone calm, but with an undercurrent of fear: you have to come back to them, but God it’s so hard to take back yourself from the terror freezing you!

You don't know how long it takes for you to feel your body again, your heart beating a maddening tattoo in your chest, your fingers searching whomever hands' are the closest to feel that you are gaining control back. You want to call their names, but only a strangled cry escapes and then the tears, copious down your cheeks, the sobs welcome because they wreck your body, making you feel real, back where you belong to.

If possible, Osferth and Aemond hug you even tighter, each of your sobs stabs them with guilt: too hard, they've used you too hard and didn't even realize it, this wasn't supposed to happen, still it did and both your lovers are devoured by guilt. How, between the two of them, they didn’t realize? You looked tired, yes, but not more than usual during play and Osferth had dommed you harder than he did this time and nothing happened: what did he miss?

“I’m so sorry - you manage to say - I don’t know why…” and you stop, unsure

“It happens to you, sometimes” Osferth tries to reassure you, not that his own words make him feel any better

“It’s just - you search for the right words, the feat hard with your brain still reeling from the violent sub drop - when I saw you two together, I felt alone, I don’t know why”

“We’re so sorry” Aemond tells, lips in your hair

“No, don’t be! - you crane your neck to look at him - not your fault. My brain misfires sometimes”.

Aemond knows, but it doesn't really matter: he's your protector and he's failed.

You three fall into an uneasy silence, you feeling their combined pain and guilt, them trying their hardest to make sure you are feeling safe, battling against their consciences.

You are not sure how much time has passed, before your body starts to feel like it is your own again: brain less muddled and muscles tired, to the point that you will need to be carried around for the rest of the day. Pressed as you are between your lovers, you can smell sweat and sex on their skins, you feel the thrum of Aemond’s soft humming and Osferth’s fingertips on you, all small signals that help you back into yourself, where you need to be.

Slowly your skin registers theirs again, their faded erections starting to come back, aided by the proximity of your body and its spell, your unhurried breathing and face playfully rubbing against them, like a happy cat, your arse pushing back, against Aemond’s swelling cock.

“Stop it” he tells you, trying to put some distance between your delectable ass and his erection

“Why? I need you”

“I am here”

“I don’t mean in that sense”.

You know Aemond struggles, sometimes, when you give him the reins, between what he likes to do to you, and his fear of hurting you, because to him, you are delicate, made of glass, someone he needs to keep safe from everyone, even from himself. There’s this constant push and pull between you two: you demonstrate to him, again and again, that you can take it, and him, who tries to reconcile his two minds.

“Aemond is right - Osferth murmurs against your forehead - this one was bad. You were out for a while”.

You hug Osferth tighter. You know he worries a lot whenever you sub drop, as if it’s his fault and not your stupid brain; besides, shit happens even during the best planned scenes, you both know that.

“I am feeling better, and I need you two” you say

“You thought you could make it, and look what happened”

“I miscalculated a lot - you answer - I am more focused now, please. I still feel so strung up” and you are.

With the feel of your own body back, so it’s the frustration of so many missed orgasms, nerves itching with every small movement you make.

“We can be quick”

“I don’t need quick”

“Tell us what it is that you desire, ñuha dōna and we decide, together”.

You feel the warmth of shame, mixed with giddiness, expand in your body. For all your sexual prowess, this is something you’ve never done; on one hand, you are happy to try it with Osferth and Aemond, on the other, you are afraid to ask.

“I want you to take my cunt and arse at the same time - both your lovers exhale a surprised huff of breath - please?”.

A sliver of anxiety enters your voice again. The awful feeling of being abandoned by them rearing its ugly head.

“It is a lot - Osferth’s hand finds home in your hair to crane your neck, needing to look into your eyes - we are a lot”

“We might hurt you” the struggle in Aemond’s voice breaks your heart: he cares so much about you

“Please, I know, please. I am more ready than I will ever be, please don’t abandon me”.

You know you are being unreasonable, that they mean well, still you haven’t expunged all the nastiness the sub drop left behind, you can feel panic rising again, squeezing your chest.

“We’ll never abandon you, ñuha dāria” Aemond maneuvers his body so he can look into your eyes

“You are stuck with us, forever. We just care about your wellbeing” Osferth adds.

You try to take a deep breath and calm yourself, to explain yourself better.

“I know how well endowed you both are. I know it will be difficult, but not impossible. Please, I want this first with you two. I had been thinking about it for so long!”.

Your two lovers stare at one another, a silent dialog in their stare: your safety comes first, even before your desires, which don’t exist in a vacuum, they are not mindless sex machines, they too have needs and fears you have to acknowledge. It will kill them to know that they have hurt you just because they were being careless.

You tell yourself all of this, trying to kill the anxiety burning in your belly. Even if they say no, they love you and denying you something comes from a place of love and care, not indifference.

You feel anxiety spread like an itch you can’t scratch and hate that your mind is spiraling again, producing fears you seem incapable to squash.

“We’ll do it - Osferth tells you after what seemed to be centuries of wait - if we feel like something is wrong we stop”.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, your mind gripping itself into reason.

“If we were to stop - Aemond turns your body to face you fully - is for your safety. It doesn’t mean we don’t love you or that we will not try again. You have to trust us on this”

“Yes, I know. Thank you. Thank you for giving me this” and you mean every word.

They kiss you, slow and gentle, their hands caress your body like it’s made of glass, like you are fragile, their gentle motions shaping your desire in something less urgent, like flames hiding under the ash that warm your whole body and lull your mind into calmness.

It’s their hands that move you into position, your ass up in the air and your face in the mattress, Aemond’s face close to yours, one hand holding yours as the other goes to your folds, fingers finding their way between your lips to caress the skin there, to play with your hole and clit; you moan, your nerves still remembering the recent assault of sensations, but you try to stay calm, to feel what Aemond is doing without urging him on, following his lead.

With the same gentleness, Osferth pours lube on your hole and starts preparing you; it’s easy, you had worn the big plug for so long your body is ready, still he takes his time to opening you up, just following the signals your body is giving him, the hand he has on your hip there to caress the skin and give you a sense of security.

You are a babbling mess by the time they decide you are ready, wet and loose and desperate for their touch again, your fingers holding Aemond’s hands grabbing desperately.

You hear Osferth groan as he prepares himself and your breath quickens in excitement, his hand like a brand on your hip.

You both sigh when his head starts breaching you. It doesn’t matter how many plugs, or for how long he has prepared you, taking him makes you feel like he’s owning you, like he’s mastering your body into doing his bidding, your muscles trying to push him out, until they just give up and accept his assault, until he is fully seated and his hips are flush against your ass. You try to breath and to force all your muscles to relax around him: you feel so full and ready to feel him move, but he doesn’t, he just breaths in tandem with you until you are completely relaxed and then props your body up, slowly, until you are flush against him and Aemond can slide under you two.

Osferth is keeping your whole body up, making sure you are not fully sitting on him, your body can't sheat him that way or he'll hurt you.

Aemond stares at you like you are a miracle, a goddess bestowing her presence on him, letting her body be ravished by a couple of heathens.

"Are you still sure?" his cock hurts but you safety is paramount

"Yes Aemond, please" you answer, your voice strained, cunt wet and hungry.

Slowly, your men position you over Aemond's erection and he pushes inside of you, a curse escaping his lips at how tight you are. He has to screw his eye to concentrate on not coming, your cunt like a fist around his erection and he feels like he is splitting you open, the added pressure of Osferth's cock in your ass driving him insane with the need of pistoning inside of you like a wild animal. The high pitched sounds you make don't help any of them to keep an iron grip on their own desires, you sound so lost, like a wounded animal and the darkest parts of them want more of that, more of how defenseless you are under their combined attack.

Aemond breaching you feels like it's taking centuries, where you are made and unmade time and time again, until he is fully inside of you, long cock pushing just right against your G spot, the pressure inside of you bordering on unbearable: not even the toys had ever made you feel this way, utterly and completely possessed by your lovers, every inch of them marking you from the inside, ruining you and knitting you whole. For a second you can't breathe, your mind focused on their impressive cocks inside your holes; you have to remind yourself that you need air to survive, so you try to focus on them, to sync with them, who are as ruined as you are.

"I can feel you two touching through me"

"It is divine. You are divine" Osferth tells you through gritted teeth

"Kessa, yes - you can hear the strain in Aemond's voice - perfect".

They need to move but they wait, until your body feels more relaxed, your breath less ragged, the vise of your holes less tight.

The only thing you can do is moan when they start to move, slow pulls and pushes, never leaving you empty, their cock hitting all the right spots that make you tremble in their arms, and open up even more. Desperate you seek their lips, your teeth their soft skin, needing to leave your mark on them the same way they are doing with you, their hands like manacles on your hips, moving your body to their leisure while you beg and keen like an animal.

They are both cursing at how good you feel wrapped around their cocks, the right amount of tightness that makes their eyes cross, the slapping of skin on skin like music for their ears.

They just need a quick glance, before changing rhythm, entering and exiting you at the same time, pistoning with more vigor against your body and you scream, bloodcurdling sounds of pleasure and pain, your arms flailing, fingers seeking their skins, spit drooling from your mouth. If you felt full before, now the feeling has grown tenfold, their cocks the only thing you can feel, your body not yours anymore, plied open by your merciless lovers, your nerves screaming with the pleasure they are forcing on you. It feels like your insides are going to liquefy, to tear open to make space for your lovers, in reality your muscles are curling brutally around the cocks forcing you open, the pressure inside of you almost painful for them, your body completely lax and at their disposal, your lips attacked by theirs at the same time. You can’t think, only feel their bodies against yours, every inch of their erections against the velvet of your walls, separated by the thin layer of your skin, driving you insane.

Your orgasm arrives like a tornado, robbing you of whatever sanity you have left, your holes curling so brutally to force them to still and spill inside of you, until it hurts too much and they have to leave your body, their comes leaking obscenely from your holes.

You three fall on the bed, no strength left to support your weights, ungraceful and tired, limbs entwined, lips still seeking contact, hands caressing tired bodies.

You feel worn out and weightless, burrowing in their embrace you laugh with happiness, even though you are so tired and ready to sleep. Your lovers are in no better shape, their muscles trembling with all the effort of taking you within an inch of your life, your laugh the balm to the tiredness they feel in their bones and the fear they felt when you sub dropped.

Yes, you three are all supposed to clean up and then wash the toys and change the bedsheets, but there’s time for that, now basking in your shared happiness is the only thing that truly matters, and maybe a nap all dogpiled the way you three are now, anything else can wait.

Everythig taglist: @ilikeitbetterangsty

Poly taglist: @notyour-valentine , @fan-goddess , @aegonx

#aemond targaryen x reader x osferth #aemond targaryen x y/n x osferth #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen #osferth x reader #osferth x y/n #osferth

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anjelicawrites · 3 months

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18+ only, minors DNI please! I do not consent to have my fics translated.

#polyquestion where I tag all the questions pertaining the throuple

Untiteled headcanon 1 (suggestive themes might be triggering for Aemond’s experiences and self loathing)

Untiteled headcanon 2 (SFW)

Random bit of fic that fits nowhere (heavy on the suggestive themes)

Quality time with the boys (SFW)

Christmas together (SFW)

On having children (SFW)

NSFW alphabet (NSFW)

The infamous ice dildo story (NSFW)

The throupe sleeping situation (SFW)

A quiet evening at Aemond x reader x Osferth’s (SFW)

NSFW Alphabet (NSFW)

The throuple and Christmas decoration (SFW)

The throuple as parents (SFW)

Aemond and Osferth long lost twins AU (NSFWish)

Burning Needs (NSFW) Pure smut. I have no redeeming excuse for this. Thank you my instigator #1 and love of my life for inspiring this!

The boys are hungry (NSFW)

Quick smutty drabble. (NSFW)

Between safety and need (NSFW)

Reader is being a brat, the boys have to do something about it. Based on an anon request.

Every day is Halloween around here (NSFW) A slice of the life of reader and her monster boyfriends. Halloween AU

Come with us on a little spin I and II (SFW but suggestive themes present)

Filling this request from lovely anon: “what about an aemond x reader x osferth where all 3 decide to do a road trip and the whole time the guys are just loving on reader and giving her TONS of affection”

Their first time together (NSFW)

Filling this request from anon “More Osferth and Aemond and reader please (their first time actually perhaps).”

To honour and protect (NSFW)

Filling this prompt from anon (thank you!!!!) “hiii! so, I’m absolutely LOVING the aemond x reader x osferth fics and had a request of my own that I wanted to share for the pairing. kinda angsty, maybe so smut and good ol fluff too.I was wondering if you could do an aemond x reader x osferth fic where the 3 of them have been super comfortable about their relationship with each other. however, there’s always those times in public where others like to ruin their fun. that happens one night while they’re out and reader gets upset the most about it. osferth is the one to comfort her first and soon brings in aemond. the two of them tell reader that it doesn’t matter what others think, they’ll still love each other no matter what. they end up having a love session too. please? thank u”

Soft I, II, III (NSFW), Coda (SFW)

Soft smut set in the poly relationship universe

Updated with the header!

#aemond targaryen x reader x osferth #aemond targaryen x y/n x osferth #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen #osferth x reader #osferth x y/n #osferth

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anjelicawrites · 1 year

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Burning Needs

Paring: pleasure dom!Osferth x reader, service top!Aemond Targaryen x reader, Aemond Targaryen x reader x Osferth.

Synopsis: pure smut. I have no redeeming excuse for this. Thank you my instigator #1 and love of my life for inspiring this!

Warnings: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, toys, cunnilingus, p in v sex, cumplay, subspace sex, the boys kissing because why not.

There are those days where you need Osferth, you need him to take the reins so that you can be out of your head for a little while. Today you don't have a special reason, you are simply itching, starting ten things at the same time and not finishing one: your student's homework lay half marked on the table, you haven't written a single page of the project you want to propose for the PhD in Classics you've been courting for a while and the pile of clothes to fold lays untouched near the washing machine. You seem unable to find rest, your own skin a nuisance.

Aemond is working from home today and has been neck deep in calls, managing to emerge from his study only for a quick sandwich and a peck on your cheek. Osferth has been plowing the garden for hours and had just hit the shower, filthy to the bone and happy, cheeks and shoulders reddened by the sun.

It's a quiet day and yet you feel like you want to jump out of your body as you rearrange some knick-knacks and check if the plants need water.

You jump when Osferth's hand touches your shoulder and you swat his chest reflexively, your heart beating a crazy tattoo inside your chest; Osferth knows you all too well, he just needs a glance to see how wired up you are as you hug him

"Os?" you ask burrowing your face against his chest

"What is it?" he already knows, but he wants you to spell it out.

You rub your face against his chest, inhaling deeply the mix of body wash and natural scent. You don't want to say it out loud, shy all of a sudden.

"My lady love?"

His touch is soft on your chin, fingers tight to make you stare into his eyes; you avert your gaze, teeth worrying your lower lip

"You know" you say petulantly

"What do I know, if you don't tell me?" there's mirth in his voice and his lips are soft against your forehead

"I need you" you rush as you hide your embarrassed face against the curve of his neck

"Was it so hard to confess?".

Now, you have more of a submissive bone in your body than him. When you need him, most of the time you brat out until he has to teach you a lesson. Rarely, but it has been happening more frequently since Aemond came around, it's not the pain that you need, it's pleasure until you forget you have a body.

In all his past experiences, Osferth didn't really have the chance to explore this side of being a dom, which he's liking more than he'd ever thought he would, and he has Aemond's hard limits to thank. If your lives hadn't crossed and entwined together, you two would have probably missed the chance to have fun this way.

"My love?"

His fingers find your chin again, needing to know if he’s reading you right.

"Os?"

Your eyes are already glazed over and your pupils blown: you two are absolutely on the same page here.

"Give me fifteen minutes and then come upstairs - his hands cup your face, warm, the skin rough and familiar - bring the closed orange juice carton, the big one in the pantry

"I will, sir".

Your big, beautiful brain is already halfway gone, without him doing nothing but talk to you.

"Drink something sugary and eat some chocolate. You are going to need all the energy you can muster".

A full body shudder thunders through your body, stealing a smile from his lips: he doesn't really need fifteen minutes to organize all he needs, but why miss the chance to use your own imagination against you? Fucking with your brain is half the work: once you are in the right mindset, it's so much easier to play with you, to bring you right where he wants you to be.

On autopilot you drink freshly pressed orange juice, leaving half pitcher in the fridge and eat some of Aemond's dark chocolate, the one he craves when coming down from subspace. On muscle memory only, you grab a marker to write on the board attached to the fridge that more needs to be bought and grab what Osferth asked you to bring, while your mind is already upstairs, creating scenarios upon scenarios, sweat running down your spine, cunt wet and ready for the taking.

The moment the clock strikes the fifteen minute mark, you walk upstairs, your heart in your chest, excited and scared at the same time.

When you cross the threshold, you feel like a shy virgin, which is hilarious. You've never been afraid or shy whenever sex is involved, but when your brain is in this special kind of gutter, it's like your first time all over again. You feel the warmth of desire spread everywhere in your body when Osferth softly smiles, grabs the items you bought and takes your hands in his. His hands gently help you remove your clothes, fingertips teasingly caressing your skin as it's revealed; goosebumps spread everywhere, your nipples stiffen and Osferth delicately kisses each with love and devotion until a soft moan leaves your lips

"Are you still with me?"

When has he kneeled? And where are your panties?

"Yeah - you murmur - all green".

You know there's a stupid smile on your face, because it's mirroring Osferth's, who delicately parts your folds and kisses your clit, his tongue licking it slowly, until you buck your hips against his face. His hands curl around your hips to steady you

"Come for me whenever you want".

You want to agree, your words deserting you the moment his thumbs open your folds again, obscenely wet, to make space for his tongue.

He takes it easy, he knows your first orgasm is always hard to reach and you need time to get there, to get in the right mood. His tongue licks your clit, slowly inching to your hole with every passing, until it catches there and he sneaks in to french kiss you there, while his nose plays with your clit. Your hands grab his hair to move his face to your leisure and he lets you, this is not about control, it’s about your pleasure and the moans spilling from your mouth as he fucks you with his tongue, your juices escaping to wet his chin. The moment his nose pushes the right angle against your clit you feel your nerves light up violently and you ride his face brutally, until you come and he tries to drink down all you are giving him.

His hands on your hips keep you steady and upright, his lips kiss the meat of your tights, leaving marks on the delicate skin, his tongue licking all his lips have missed; he is so addicted to your taste, he’d die if you’d ever deny him this.

His name falls from your lips, letting him know that you need to lie down; he gives your clit a quick peck and then he lifts your body on his shoulder, not trusting your shaking legs to carry you to bed. You laugh and he slaps your ass jokingly, eliciting another peal of laughter from you, the sound music to his ears.

With as much care as the position allows him, he lies you down on the bed, making sure your eyes are on him when he removes his t-shirt; he knows you love it when he peels it off grabbing the cotton from the back.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah - the world slurred leaves your lips - My head feels like it's full of cotton candy"

"Good. We need that gorgeous brain of yours to shut down for a while, don't we?".

You nod, your eyes now focused on the growing bulge in his pants.

"Do you think you'll need to be restrained?".

He loves the dumb way you look at him. He doesn't truly need to ask you, you've given him the reins, it's too fun to torment you though, to keep your brain awake enough for ideas to form and work to his advantage. You want to shake your head, but you know you have to use your words like a big girl; your reward is three fingers in your cunt, curling to push against your G-spot, making your squeal and arching your back in surprise and pleasure.

Osferth's rough fingertips keep rubbing inside of you, your muscle trying to curl around them, he just scissors his strong fingers and keeps going, pushing against the rough patch there, the other hand on your lower belly to keep you in place and you try to kick until the pressure is too much and you come again with a shout.

Through half lidded eyes you see Osferth licking his fingers, a low hum of pleasure escapes his lips and the bulge in his pants is completely outlined. That looks uncomfortable and you want to ask him if he wants a hand with it, your brain is too stupid already to form a coherent thought.

A small slap lands on your left breast, not hard enough to hurt but enough to focus your attention on your lover and you moan, watching him cupping himself as he lies on the bed, his lips kissing the inside of your tights, open mouthed and hungry, until his hot breath is on your cunt, two fingers opening your lips and you shiver; you are already so sensitive and it's only been two orgasms. You know he's not going to stop until you can't take it anymore. You want him to keep going until you cannot possibly function, yet, you are scared of the depths of the pleasure you have to face.

A moan like a cry for help leaves you lips when your clit is enveloped again by Osferth’s mouth, your hands go to his hair, this time he’s not letting you control his movements, his hands grab your hips to plaster his face better against you and his tongue licks your clit fast, his lips curl around it to suck at the same time and you explode.

You lose count of the number of orgasms he gives you, barely aware of the flurry of mouth, tongue and lips against your cunt, too lost in the pleasure, throat raw and legs clenching around Osferth’s head. He gives you respite when he feels that he is going to come, your pleasure the only primer his cock needs. He stares at you while he cups himself, his cock raw by the friction against the cotton of his bottoms: you have already lost the use of your legs, when he caresses you calf, he can only see your muscles twitch reflexively, your hands lie by your sides and you are covered in perspiration. His mouth tastes like you to the point he knows he will be able to taste you in the back of his throat, no matter how many times he brushes his teeth. His tongue sneaks out to lick whatever drops of your essence are left on his lips, hungry.

This is not enough, it will never be enough, the need to devour you, to carry you within himself will never be seated, no matter how many times he has you; his love for you opened a wound on his soul no amount of lovemaking will ever heal. He needs you now and he will need you always, you make him feral and desperate for you, the higher functions of his brain hanging by one thread: keeping you safe.

His hands grab your ankles and he pulls your unresponsive body closer to his, your eyes can barely open, your brain too fuzzy to truly care about what he’s going to do to you. Your ears pick up a whirring sound, your brain needs a second more to recognize it, as if it mattered, as if you are in any shape to run. As if you don’t want this.

With extreme caution, Osferth places the clit sucker on your engorged clitoris; the thing is on the lower setting and still you yelp, your hips pathetically trying to move, the muscles non responding.

A chain of pleas and noes fall from your lips: you are well aware that he will torture you with it until you come with each setting and there’s ten of them. You want to reason with him, to bargain, the pressure on your clit is minimal, enough to light the nerves there and to muddle your thoughts. You cannot possibly come, not like this, it's not enough

"You will" he says, eyes trained on your face.

You want to shake your head, to beg, to make him go faster, for him to use his fingers, please, anything to help you, Gods please! The sudden change of the angle makes you squeal and come, the breath cut from your lungs.

You know your chest is heaving and your heart is beating like crazy, you cannot feel anything but the ringing in your ears and the toy sliding against your lower lips to grant your clit a modicum of mercy. You are crying, fat tears sliding down your cheeks; Osferth knows he'd make you a disservice if he's stopping now. You are desperate, yes, but you are still in yourself and you didn't come to him for this; it's strange how seeing you in the throes of brutal pleasure is harder for him to manage, than the times you two play with pain. His first instinct, the wrong one to follow, is to stop and start the aftercare immediately and that's not what you need right now. He elects to ignore your desperation, kisses your forehead though and ranks up the toy, moving it back to your clit. Your head jerks from side to side, the pleasure a painful shock on your clit; with a desperate effort your hips try to move and Osferth needs a hand to keep you pinned where he wants you, subjugating you again to the toy. Each higher setting is a tortuous journey towards pleasure, your body sending thwarted signals your brain cannot analyze, your muscles twitching as you scream again and again for him. He's barely giving you respite between bouts of pleasure now, the sucker on your clit after every orgasm makes your hip jut up in overstimulation, his voice softly encouraging you as his eyes switch between your beautiful face and your drenched cunt. You are coming so much, he cannot wait to lick you clean again. Osferth's cock hurts and pulsates with every small movement he makes, he feels his control slipping with each of your orgasms. He doesn't want to come just yet, his brain is screaming at him until he removes his pants hastily before he uses the highest setting on you and you come immediately. The animalistic part of him takes control and he plunges inside your loose cunt and he just needs the enveloping warmth to come, his hot seed making you shiver.

He stays rooted inside of you, the small movements of your cunt's muscles massage his spent cock until he starts moving again, feeling his erection mounting. You've been so good, making him come almost untouched, you reserve a reward. He is in no hurry though, your cunt is so perfect he wants to savor it, how wet it is, how his cock fits perfectly in there, your muscles valiantly trying to curl around him to offer him more friction even in your fucked stupid state. He tells you everything, praising you as his small cross dangles in front of your face, right above your parted lips and you snatch it with your lips, your lizard brain knowing this would make him happy and it wins you deeper thrusts and rhythmic slaps on your breasts, until you come, taking Osferth with you.

He knows he is too heavy and he should roll off you, he can feel how ragged your breath is, his cock doesn't want to lose your warmth though, until one idea pops into his mind.

He kneels between your splayed legs, not wanting to miss the slow sliding of his come from your overused hole. He has to fight the need to push it back and to plug you, he has other ideas as he pushes on your lower tummy to make sure everything is out and you groan, eyes rolling back. He knows your nerves are afire, any touch and you would receive a shock wave of pleasure; it's so fun to play with you like this.

You are a ragdoll in his embrace, making all too easy to sit you between his splayed legs, your head abandoned against his shoulder, his spent cock nestled again in your warmth as he helps you drink the juice in greedy gulps: you must feel so thirsty after screaming that much, your throat raw. You've been such a good girl for him, bringing straws even if he's forgotten to tell you, he has to reward you again.

His fingers find your clit the moment you stop drinking and he pinches it tight until your back arches and he releases it, thumb and forefinger sliding easily around the overused nub, until a smaller orgasm hits you and you wail.

He needs his phone for the second part of his reward, stretching his arm to the bedside table without removing his cock from inside of you. His timing is perfect, he thinks, while he sends a quick message to Aemond.

After what it feels like a century of calls, Aemond emerges from his home office to the quiet of the living room. He can see the dogs and cats splayed outside in the sun and you are not there, nor Osferth; where are you two? His phone chimes to the sound of a text incoming, thankfully it’s not his work phone, it’s either his mum or Helaena; he’s surprised it’s Osferth, who curtly asks him to come upstairs. What the hell is going on?

He gets his answer the moment he opens the door and sees you completely and utterly abandoned against Osferth. Both your bodies covered in perspiration and his cock inside of you, the room reeks of sex, his own cock stirs immediately, the scene presented to his eyes debauched and full of love at the same time. He doesn’t even need to be told to undress, his hands working on autopilot on the buttons of his crisp shirt and trousers.

You are so out of it you don’t even react when he crawls up to you, his lips soft on your sweaty forehead are what makes you open your eyes and call his name, maybe you don’t need to use your safeword with him, he’ll have pity on you.

“She are still verbal” he notices

“That’s why I need your help”.

You want to add something, to have a say in the discussion regarding you, your bratty side trying to crawl out of the shadows and it’s immediately subdued by Osferth’s two fingers sliding inside your pussy again. You vaguely hear them say something about playing a game, too late your brain works out it’s “How many fingers can this pussy get”, before your legs are splayed again and cold lube is poured on your cunt. Your abs tight when Osferth slides his other two fingers in, you want to beg, to say that you can’t play this game and only a moan escapes your lips when Aemond index breaches you in, sliding delicately next to Osferth’s, trying to open you up for him. You don’t think you can take anymore and yet your pussy accepts his other three fingers, the pressure inside your belly unbearable, still your cunt tries to curl around the intrusion. They are barely moving, just staring at your stuffed hole with incredulous eyes as their fingers wriggle delicately, the same idea forming in their heads, their hands pushing on your lower abdomen as your breath catches. Too much, it’s too much, your brain is screaming, you can't, it's too tight, you want to say, please stop and yet the time to use your safeword hasn’t come yet. Your hips try to wriggle as they delicately move in and out, your abs pulling and clenching until your back arches and you squirt all over their fingers.

Your ears are ringing so much, you can barely hear their praises, Aemond’s left hand on your cheek sends a zing of pleasure to your brain. You don’t even notice he’s drying your tears, his eye full of love for you, nor feel Osferth sliding out from behind you to let you lie on the bed, legs obscenely spread, your lower lips red and wet for them.

Osferth’s slightly chapped lips are on your forehead, leaving gentle kisses while you try to catch your breath, his calloused hand sliding softly up and down your side, his eyes ready to check for signs of discomfort and all he can see is you drunk on pleasure, your breath slowly going back to normal.

Even though your pussy feels sore, you still hunger for more, you need your lovers again; the intrusion of the small bullet vibrator in your hole has you moaning, the vibration low against your G-spot. Aemond’s long body covers yours, his lips chaste on your mouth, just leaving small pecks that make you relax in his warmth, make you want to scoot closer to him and just lie there in his embrace. The vibrator against your clit steals a scream from your rough throat, your eyes widening the moment you see it’s Aemond who is torturing you, his face close to your pussy to observe your clit being played with. Your body is too heavy for you to even try to move, your hips incapable of sliding away; and where would you want to go? Chapped lips envelope your stiff nipple as a callous hand pinches the other, a long sob escapes your lips the moment someone pushes on your lower belly again, your clit firing off against the vibrations as you wail pitifully.

Someone is growling in the distance, you’ve squirted again, this time all over Aemond’s face and hair, unlocking something primal inside of him, the animalistic instinct of tasting you takes over and his face is buried in your pussy, his teeth delicately biting your clit and you sob, incapable of doing anything else but feel him, his hunger for you, his hands on your tights to keep you spread open for him, the small vibrator inside of you going faster and you come again and again, your brain finally shutting down and accepting defeat, your body following the pleasure burning your nerves. You squirt again and don’t hear your boys high fiving, nor their praises, your eyes are too heavy to open and you miss them kissing passionately, your taste on their lips driving them insane with need.

Their big hands are on your body again, the bullet removed from your overused cunt, Aemond helping you to sit up and drink some more. You are so pliant for him now, all soft moans and goosebump erupting wherever his hand lands on your skin, he almost feels bad for having used your body the way he did and for what he and Osferth are about to do. His cock is so hard, though and you have given him permission a long time ago to fuck you even when you are deep into subspace. His lips are on your temple, murmuring sweet nothings and encouragements, telling you what a good girl you have been for the two of them, you just hum in pleasure, soaking into his warmth.

You are on your back again, legs kept open and up on Aemond’s arms; he shivers when just his head breaches you and Osferth’s hand starts jacking him, stopping his advance, his lips on the column of his neck. You are so warm and loose, Osferth’s palm rough on his skin as he moves faster and faster, one goal in mind and Aemond’s hips just follow his movements, his orgasm curling and curling at the base of his spine, until he comes inside of you, his cock milked until he has no more to give. He has to let go of your legs, hands planted at the sides of your body, breath ragged after keeping his orgasm under wraps for so long. He has to clean you up, though, your pretty pussy is kept plugged by the head of his cock, the moment he leaves, everything is going to come out and he doesn’t want to miss a single drop. He needs a moment to coordinate his movements, he manages to be fast enough to plug you with his fingers the moment his head leaves you heath.

You barely keen the moment his hot lips meet your cunt again, his tongue delicately licking you clean and leaving your overused clit alone; you will need the respite, because they are not done with you.

Once you are clean of his spunk, he grabs Osferth’s short locks and kisses him passionately, his own come, still in his mouth, being passed to the other man, who hungrily sucks everything in. With a greedy eye he stares as Osferth’s fingers make your pretty cunt gape and then spit the come back inside of you, his fingers plugging you close again and curling to seek you G-spot. You tremble at the intrusion and come immediately, twice, his thumb against your clit.

Osferth’s own erection is agony, every small movement fires pleasure and pain up and down his spine. You’ve been so good, coming all these times and you are still ready to give them more, to sheath them inside of you. He can’t control himself anymore and slides inside of you, your muscles still try to curl around him and he wants to cry at how good you make him feel, at how much your body recognizes his on instinct only. He tries to reign his orgasm in, tries to go slow and savor you and God it’s so hard, your body enchants his, steals control from him, the pleasure robs him of whatever control he has left and he comes, fingers on your abused clit, because you deserve a reward for being so good for the two of them.

You are floating somewhere your brain is not needed, somewhere safe, where your body is loose and weightless. You can feel big hands on your skin, moving you in a different position, but everything is muffled and you don’t really care, knowing that you are safe. The warmth enveloping you is nice, the skin against yours so soft and nice smelling, the words in your ear soothing, you just rub your face against the body keeping yours up and someone hums happily. Slowly you get a hold of your body, your muscles feel overused and your pussy sore, you feel so happy and safe where you are, enveloped in warmth and Aemond’s masculine scent.

“Are you back, issa dōna jorrāelagon? - my sweet love, softly murmured against the crown of your head, you just burrow your face against his neck and he laughs - oh, I see, you are still non verbal. Shall we go take a bath? I think it’s ready”.

An unhappy sound leaves your lips and you pout up at him; you are so cute he hums happily at you.

“What’s wrong, dōna hāedar, sweet girl? Gaomagon ao jaelagon nykeā vūjigon, do you want a kiss?”.

You just nod sleeply against the curve of his neck and he gives you a small peck on your lips, which is absolutely not enough. You let him know of your displeasure with a pathetic sound at the back of your throat, which wins you a serious kiss, his tongue entering your pliant mouth with ease. You can taste him and yourself; if you weren't so tired you'd be ready to go again, to welcome him in the depths of your body and you wish he'd lie you down on the destroyed sheets to sheath his cock inside of you. Both him and Osferth have given you so much pleasure you don't care that you can't physically come again or that your cunt is sore, you'd do anything to thank your lovers.

Aemond seems to pick up on your rambling thoughts, his soft lips on your sweaty forehead

"I will make love to you, Issa gevie dāria, my beautiful queen, when you are fully responsive to my touch. I want to drink every moan, every scream you will give me".

You hum happily at him, noticing just now that both the eyepatch and the sapphire are gone: he is as naked and vulnerable as you are, the biggest gift he could honor you with. You want to thank him for his trust, for believing in your love for him, but words fail you, forcing you to kiss his shoulder with reverence, trying to pour all your feelings into your actions. He seems to understand, his hand cups the back of your neck to keep you where you are, enveloping your spent body with his.

Slowly he puts one arm under your knees to anchor you safely against his body and stands up; carrying you around is so easy, you are weightless in his arms, his precious love who needs all his care after gifting him with the honor of her body. On the way to the master bathroom Aemond sees Osferth emerge from the big room, cell phone in hand, loose bottoms hanging on his hips. He looks so young and nothing like the sex demon who has fucked you into subspace, his smile so open and soft: the duality of the man he loves. Osferth beams at him and you, his lips find the crown of your head to place a delicate kiss there, his empty hand stroking your cheek tenderly; you are so pliant when you are coming down to yourself, the only thing he wants to do is curl around you and keep you safe, even if he feels the tendrils of his own need for cuddles start to emerge.

The water is the perfect temperature for your tired body, the body wash squirted in there is your favorite; you don't want to leave for the rest of your life, your body bracketed by Aemond's as he starts washing your hair and his own, his fingers undoing the knots your trashing has formed and massaging your scalp. He tells you about his day and what he wants to do during the weekend, about Helaena's new project being greenlighted by her boss. He could tell you about the stock market and you'd listen, the softness of his voice the thread you need to slowly re-emerge from subspace. You can hear Osferth calling the only pizza place that delivers in this neck of the woods and you know you are in for a treat, the submissive in you reveling in the care your two lovers are pouring on you.

It doesn't take long for Osferth to come back and join the two of you in the water, his body nestling against yours, his face hiding in the curve of your neck as Aemond washes his back with long strokes. You two are so soft and needy he thanks the Gods again that the delivery guy knows where to leave the pizzas while you three are in the bath. He knows you two will not drown, it's just that his protectiveness is at its maximum now, he needs to tend to the two of you, make sure that you come on the other side of your lovemaking, safe and happy.

You are not truly sleeping, your head lolled back on Aemond’s shoulder, your eyes half lidded stare at his beautiful, relaxed face. You can feel Osferth moving to Aemond’s other side, putting his head on his free shoulder with a content sigh, his hand sneaking to grab yours, fingers entwining on Aemond’s abs. You truly feel that the itch which had tormented you for half of the day, is gone, your brain back in gear. Osferth is sleepy and hungry, patting himself on the back mentally for having changed the sheets while on the phone with the pizzeria, he only wishes not to have to leave the hot water to eat; if only teleportation were a thing, he thinks the moment your tummy rumbles. He shares a quick stare with Aemond, before taking your tired body from him to help you out of the tub. His drop of endorphins is not as stark as the one he has to deal with when he dominates you with pain, which means he can be a functional human being and help you dry your hair and wear one of his old T-shirts. He doesn’t bother with panties after applying soothing cream on your abused lips, he knows you are far too sensitive to have anything chafe there at the moment. Behind you, Aemond has gathered his long hair in a quick bun and he’s now braiding yours to help them dry faster; he’s quite happy that you can stand on your own, albeit on shaky legs, he doesn’t need your words to know he’s doing right, picking up from the happy sounds escaping your mouth. He kneels and helps you wear your skid proof socks, today it’s the elephant ones and he steals a kiss on the side of your knee, making you giggle like a schoolgirl; no one sees this side of you, or of him, but Osferth and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Osferth carries you bridal style downstairs, your face pressed against his shoulder, your lips leaving kisses on the reddened skin; he quickly wraps you in your favorite fleece blanket, only your skid proof socks, your head and your hands emerging, your head on his shoulder, waiting for the food to come. Your boys sit by your sides, taking turns into feeding you and peppering kisses on your forehead, while something mindless plays on the telly. You don’t finish your food, too tired and still coming down from subspace to truly care and fall asleep with your head on Osferth’s shoulder and your feet on Aemond’s lap.

The three of you wake up in the morning all entwined on the sofa, the mark of a good day to come.

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