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imthefemalemonster · 1 year

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Hey honey! i just read this and gosh definitely one of the hottest things i've read in the last few days🥵🥵🥵🥵 With that being said i was wondering if i could get a soft Dom! Daemon x sub fem!reader x sub! Aemond with whatever kinks you want. Just Daem being good and taking care of his subs, with some fluff and aftercare please? (bonus if the 3 have an established relationship with each other)

Hello love ♡ Thank you so much for your sweet words, I put all my insanity in it (!) Like I said I haven't written much xreader in my life but I recently become obsessed with this threesome so I'm DEFINITELY writing more, I tried something with your absolutely amazing prompt with some of my favorite kinks sooo, I hope you like it. ♡

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⸻Checkmate

Daemond x Female!Reader - Daemon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader (Threesome smut - Dom/Sub)

⸻ Summary: Battles and wars rage outside, but the one in bed with your lovers, King and Prince are more important than the rest of the world.

Tags: Established relationship, Shameless Smut, Threesome F/M/M, PWP, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Soft!Dom - Sub, Armor / Sword / Mommy / Breeding kink, Orgasm, Aftercare, She/Her reader

⸻ Read on Ao3

Notes: I’m now obsessed with this pairing so offering you more Daemond x Female!reader - This is soft!dom Daemon and sub!Aemond and reader, I put some of my favorite kinks in here so read at your own risks. (read tags!) Requested by anon on Tumblr, hope you like it. ♡

Tumblr for ideas/requests: @imthefemalemonster

Smut prompts: here & here

⸻ Words: 3874

The cold air of the morning mercilessly hit your body as you were standing inside the tent, on your knees, waiting. You were ready, just like you were asked to be once the sun would set. Your lovers had yet to arrive. The battle was raging near, everything you hoped for was seeing them come back. Often you were coming with Daemon and Aemond. Because Daemon was possessive, dominant, because it’s the way you built the relationship. He would not let his lovers, his pets, his sexual partners away for long. He craved you both near him, at all times, despite the risks. All three of you were living for the risks, it only made things better.

When Daemon would come back, you would both heal his wounds if needed, ease his pain, and most of the time please him until your bodies couldn’t take it anymore. Never would he let you get hurt, but never would he let you disobey either. It was a relationship of power and strengths, he possessed both, you were his, as was Aemond.

The relationship had started only between you and Daemon. He had once conquered your castle, then your mind, your heart, your body. A love soft and dominating. Daemon never hid how he considered your relationship, he wanted you to be a good, submissive wife, he would treat you well, love you, protect you, and you would obey, you would give away to all his desires. It satisfied you both. But as time had passed, you met with several people, some you never cared about, some who interested you. Both Daemon and you were not against another person joining, but no one ever lived up to your desires or expectations, until you met with Aemond. It has never crossed your mind before meeting him, fiercely fighting, showing off at the training ground, but who else than a younger, as arrogant and clever, as strong and brave as Daemon, could fit better? Daemon read your mind like an open book when you started to show interest in his nephew. It both surprised you, but Aemond never hid his obsession for long with you both. So it started, Aemond and you, the Rogue Prince’s lovers, little pets, Prince and Princess like he loved to call you. He was not your Prince, not the Slayer or the Rogue, he was your King.

Relief filled your heart and body when softly, Aemond entered the tent, breathless, but alive and well at first sight. You both exchanged a soft smile, no words needed, work was to be done. If he was there, Daemon wasn’t far. Aemond lost no time, he moved toward you, you were kneeling next to your King’s chair, which was facing the tent’s entrance. You stood still at the left side while Aemond was removing his armor, clothes in a sensual haste. Brushing some part of his skin, torso and arms with a fabric, he kneeled in front of you when he was done. His hair loose, eyepatch off as the dark lilac contrasted with the bright blue. He risked a move, brushing your chin with his fingers, a gentle motion to indicate, without words needed, that all was fine. The battle went smoothly, another victory, which would only mean that the man would come back eager, ready and hungry.

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”

The voice, guttural, but with a soft tone to it, a threat, but which felt more like an invitation. Aemond withdrew his hand, head down as he faced toward his uncle. The man fierce, standing at the tent’s entrance, the smoke and light of the day outlining his impressive armor and posture. A threat and a treat.

“My Princess”, he whispered, advancing toward the chair. When he reached your body, knees on the floor, a smirk was born on his lips, satisfied, pleased, burning with anticipation, with need. You were wearing the short silk dress he loved so much, outlining perfectly your body, breast, hips, waist. Your legs nude for his lustful eyes, collarbone and neck ready for ruination. Head tilting, you looked up to him, your name was a signal, you were authorized to look up.

Eye on the floor, Aemond breath was quiet and regular, almost inaudible. Daemon went past him, standing in front of his chair, turning back to face the tent’s entrance, both his lovers at his feet. He softly caressed your head, thumb running circles in a gentle but controlling manner, you were waiting for any orders, anything that would please him, the usual or not.

“Aemond. Look at me.”, he turned his head to his nephew, who raised his eyes immediately, “Clean Dark Sister’s hilt. Let’s play with it a little today.”, he grinned. Aemond only nodded, catching the long and heavy sword, hands shaking. It was both an honor, and mysteriously menacing too. The younger Prince did as he was told, fabric in hand, carefully cleaning his uncle’s sword. While he was working, Daemon turned his attention back to you, the vile smirk still on his lips. Wrinkling your eyes, soft smile on your face, cheeks reddened but body shivering at the cold, you looked perfect, naive, innocent, ruinable, a body to manhandle as he wished, the one he loved to desire, to hold, to take care of.

“Take my pants off, sweet Princess”, he breathed, voice low, like it danced on the wind, “I’ll keep the top, I know my sweetheart will love to rut against it while Aemond has some fun with his new toy.”

Head tilting, resting on your shoulders, you smirked. So it has begun, the game. You nod, still on your knees as you advance to carefully take him off his armor, only the bottom part, then the pants, the underwear, freeing the large and angry shaft resting inside. Heart racing, you bit your lips at the sight, how impressive he was, both in armor and with his cock out. Mouth salivating, you withdrew your hand from his crotch, waiting for more commands. Aemond had moved back next to the chair as Daemon sat on it, with enough space next for you.

“At my side Princess, mouth open and ready.”, he rasped. You stood up, like a feline, crawling at his side, both hands on his armor, painted with blood, dirt and other substances unrecognizable. Still on your knees, breast squeezed against the hard material, sensitive and hard nipples burning hot against the cold. He hummed, lips brushing yours as you clung to his armor, fingers inside the collar.

“Aemond”, he called, turning his head to his nephew, standing between his opened legs and visible member, ignoring your needy lips as you pouted, “You’ll take care of that hilt will you? Lick it till it’s clean and it shines. Maybe then you’ll deserve to choke on my cock.”

Aemond lips slightly parted away as he met your excited gaze, both you and Daemon staring down at him. He obeyed, raising his body a little to reach for the top, holding the heavy blade still while his tongue assaulted the hilt. Daemon watched as the younger Prince’s mouth moved around, saliva dripping, noises loud and wet while sucking the top on his mouth. A hand behind your back, holding you close, your breast was languidly rubbing against the hard armor. You sensed his fingernails digging in the frail fabric against your skin, a signal you understood immediately as you leaned in, lips closing around his left earlobe, teeth nibbling at the rough skin.

“You look so good beneath me, little Prince.” Daemon raised his hand, a message for Aemond to stop, “Good boy. Never been cleaner.”, he laughed darkly, “Now get over here, suck my cock and give us a good show.”

Aemond happily obliged, moving closer, a hand resting on his thigh as the other reached for the hardened base, gripping the cock in full hand. Your lips left Daemon’s earlobe, focusing on his cheek, Aemond in your peripheral vision, shyly licking the top, tongue circling around, playing with the precum dripping at the head. The sight had you shaking, thighs squeezing as your core burned, absolutely wet when Aemond lowered his head, bobbing on the large cock, moaning when it reached deep inside his throat.

“Is this making you wet?”, rasped Daemon against your cheek, skin shivering at the words. You whined when his hand left your back to travel to your waist, then the inside of your thighs, Aemond gagging noises, fast pace having you desperate, cunt aching, begging for any touch. You weren’t wearing anything under the silk dress, as Daemon commanded. His fingers painfully scratched the skin, reaching for your slit, a grin on his face as he savored having you waiting, unable to beg or ask for friction. You will wait, endure as he pleases.

Aemond moaned loudly, his uncle’s body tensing, as he gagged, taking his dick faster and deeper, stroking the cock as its base, pushing it inside mercilessly. A hand in Aemond’s loosened hair, Daemon finally let his fingers slide needily against your burning core, your wetness as lube. He pressed two fingers against your lips, parting them as his thumb aggressively assaulted your clit, drawing whines and sobs out of you as your hips rubbed against his harsh digits.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You moaned, no words allowed yet, head nodding, erratic, hot, burning. No thoughts, only Daemon fingers teasing your insides.

“Speak.”

Swallowing back saliva, some drops dripping on your chin, you stared into his dark lilac eyes.

“Y-yes.” He raised an eyebrow, waiting. It was hard to focus, Aemond moans and wet pop in your ears as Daemon’s cock left his mouth, face red and lips swollen, “I nee-need you - your fingers.”

“Where?”

“In-inside me.”, you whined.

He grinned. ‘Good girl’. Finally he entered, two fingers at once, no mercy, only chasing his own pleasure as he watched your face, your body and cunt melting around him. Hips rutting, meeting the harsh trust of his digits, lips collapsing together as he grabbed your chin, eating your mouth as everything he ever owned depended on it. Nipples scratching against the fabric and his armor, Aemond observed your blissful figure, from your legs shaking, hands lost on Daemon’s hair, loosening them, the shape of your breast showing through the clothes. He waited, cock hardened, painful against his own pants, drunk into the sinful sight of his King and Princess.

You screamed when Daemon split his finger inside, scissoring you open, his wrists’ motions rough against you clenching walls. You were close, so close he could feel it too, and as he knew, he paced faster and faster, nails scratching inside. You felt like your hole would eat him whole and never let him leave, your core taking the shape of his digits forever. Stomach aching, your body ablaze, vision fading to black as you came on his fingers.

“Fuck”, moaned Daemon, the both of you breathing heavily, “All that only from my fingers Princess?”, he smirked, “What will it be when you sink on my cock?”

You smiled, overwhelmed but satisfied, thinking you could ride him instantly despite the orgasm, mind hazy with lust only. Daemon turned his attention to his nephew, his knees as painful as his cock, still watching you, stroking him the best he could through the fabric.

“Open”, ordered Daemon, pressing his fingers full of your juices against Aemond eager lips. He opened, taking his tongue out, circling it around the older man’s digits, drinking it like a nectar offered by the gods themselves. Daemon grabbed your neck with his other hand, squeezing it slightly. “Dress off, and get on the bed, pretty girl.”

You obliged as he let you go, walking the best you could the few centimeters separating you from the bed, crawling onto the mattress and drowning into the soft sheets, legs spread, back against the cushions. Daemon abruptly stood up, you could see in him the patience growing thin, his cock sucked but still too neglected for him, he needed a release inside one of you, possibly both if the man could do it. Aemond watched him as he undressed, the rest of the armor and the clothes hitting the floor in grand nonchalance. He moved toward the bed, hand signaling Aemond to follow him.

“Take your pants off”, he rasped toward his nephew, “You are riding me first, be good and I shall let you cum.”

Aemond nodded, licking his lips, exchanging a quick excited glance with you as you took out your tongue in a childish gesture, a silent but arrogant laugh on his face. Daemon approached you, caressing your cheeks, fingernails scratching the skin in a possessive manner.

“You’ll mount that vigorous cock too, pretty Princess. But now your King desires that sweet whorish-breast around his lips.”, he paused, “So be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Your submission aroused him you knew, so slightly parting away your lips, humming, legs spread, elbow bend, hands withdrawn around your face, you waited for him to take you, possess you whole. He sat on the bed, mattress shifting under his weight as he rested his back between your legs, head on your breasts. Aemond followed, swift and silent as usual, shaft hard and leaking, hiding his arousal at the idea of finally riding his uncle behind his perfectly played submission to his elder. The younger Prince climbed on top of Daemon, the older man losing no time as he grabbed his thin waist and hungrily sank him down on his cock, hole dry and unprepared.

“U-uncle!”, the yell only annoyed Daemon who dug his fingers deeper into Aemond’s waist, bruising the skin. You sensed his body shift as he pushed you deeper into the cushion, you stood on your elbows trying not to get crushed under his weight, his back broad against your sensitive breast.

“Did I tell you to talk?”

The Prince shook his head, breath heavy, head inside him, scratching painfully at the entrance.

“That’s how you call me?”, questioned Daemon, voice low, filled with a mix of lust and menace, “Is that how I told you to call me?”

“N-no.”, stuttered Aemond.

“Behave.” Daemon’s jaw clenched.

Aemond placed both hands on Daemon belly, his whole body tensing, cock filling him up to the brim. He was used to this cock, his whole adapting fast, but the burning sensation was surprising at first, explaining the sudden yell. But he was good, always, so he took it. Lowering himself completely he moaned loudly, immediately

“Louder”, ordered Daemon, “Louder boy, you can be louder can’t you?”

Aemond nodded, raising his legs, a sinful gesture before sinking back down again, mouth open, tongue out, fucking himself open on his uncle large cock. Each thrust felt like it reached deeper, it opened him larger and larger, walls clenching around Daemon as the older man grunted at the sensation.

“Tight”, he grunted, “Still so tight after taking so much dick up his ass.” Daemon’s comments only made Aemond’s pace faster, more desperate, erratic, his own cock leaking, bouncing against his belly as he worked himself on top of Daemon. Letting his nephew fuck himself on him, Daemon turned his head to you, your burning core against his back, fingers playing with your sensitive nipples as you watched Aemond moans and ride his uncle’s cock. Your body shivered as you felt a hot, wet sensation, observing as Daemon had slightly moved to your right side, head resting under your breast, pressing kisses and biting the soft skin. Right hand firm on Aemond waist, his left hand moved to grope your left breast, vigorously massaging it, palm full of it as it rubbed against the sensitive bud. His mouth found your right nipples as your arm held his head close in a nurturing gesture, fingers smoothing his hair. His lips closed around the pink bud, sucking it noisily in his mouth as he bited it repetitively. He broke contact, catching his breath as he eagerly licked long stripes.

“When you’ll be full of me”, he mewled against you, words going through you, his breath penetrating deep, “I’ll feed off you little Princess. I’ll be hungrier than you for my cock and mouth around and in that sweet pussy.”

The idea had you moaning, accompanied by his harsh tongue assaulting the bud. Full of him, swelling with his child. It wasn’t a desire, it was a need. Both for your future child that you couldn’t wait to hold and love, but for him too. What he had loved first with you was your motherly gestures, your mother-like personality, your maternal embrace. You didn’t know much about his, but the instant you got intimate, you knew he needed control as much as reassurance in the arms of the women he loved. You never refused him, if he wanted to be cradled in your arm, you would oblige. It made you feel whole, happy, content. The sexual appeal to it only made it better.

You were taken out of your thoughts as you felt Daemon shift, leaving your breast wet and sweaty, cunt still dripping wet and needy. He must have felt it considering the way he stood up. Aemond had not stopped thrusting but had gotten slower and slower, approaching release, but his uncle had other plans in mind.

“No cumming for you yet. Get off my cock.”, grinned the older man. Aemond obeyed, not without letting a sob out when he felt empty, cock hurting and burning as he grabbed it, knowing he couldn’t stroke himself but trying to hold on to it and focus. “Remember your place.”, breathed Daemon, a finger going from Aemond’s base to the top, digit pushing against it playing with the precum as his nephew cried out, silently begging.

“You turn, Princess”

You moved aside, letting him move back into the cushion. You were surprised when he didn’t let his back fall on them, instead he stood still, legs spread and slightly bent, steadying himself on one hand.

“Turn me on love.”, he breathed, the other hand stroking his cock gently, slow but harsh motions, breath heavy as he wouldn’t hold long his release.

Moving above him, wet and shaky, he let go of his cock to grab your waist, not pushing you on his length, waiting for you to guide his cock inside, your soft fingers on his burning member ripping a dark guttural groan of him. He wouldn’t hold a few thrust before coming.

“Come here my slutty Prince”, he voiced toward Aemond, the boy lost in his thoughts, hand still at his hardened base. He moved Daemon’s right side, on his knees, still gripping himself so hard he thought he could sever his own cock.

“Kiss.”, the Rogue Prince ordered. You hesitated no second as your lips crushed against Aemond’s, mouths and tongues meeting in each other, loudly, desperately fucking each others lips.

“Come pretty boy, all over us.”, commanded Daemon as his nephew was painfully stroking his member.

The motions of your lips, the noises and deep kisses, tongues massaging one another were enough for Aemond as he aggressively fisted his cock between his two lovers, yelling incoherently as he came, hips jerking forward, breaths erratic.

“Good boy.”, grunted Daemon, his hands now on your waist, pushing you down on him, hips meeting yours at an harsh, irregular pace as your legs and breast were bouncing in a synchronized and mesmerizing rhythm in the full view of the two hungry men. You wanted to scream, yell as you moved up and down Daemon’s shaft, his cock, veins, every details scratching open your inside, walls clenched so tight it overwhelmed you in pleasure, eyes closed, only focused on your pace. With each thrust now, accompanied by Daemon’s animalistic grunts, you could feel him hitting spots deeper and deeper within you, his motions feeling like he wanted his seed so deep it would reach your stomach, even your throat, your whole and entire body if he forced hard enough.

“Fuck, fuck!”, shouted Daemon, grabbing Aemond’s hand which rested on his own knee, fingers meeting, like he needed his support, like he wanted him to join. You three were connected as he spilled inside, as waves crashed through you, like ships on the uncompromising, violent sea. “Take it all pretty. All my seed. Want you to swell with our child soon. Want to breed you so good you’ll ask again and again.” You wrapped his cock, milking him to the last drop, making sure none would go to waste as you rested on his legs, needing both the men’s physical support not to simply faint on the bed, overwhelmed by the orgasm.

A few minutes passed. Breaths steady, Daemon motioned toward you with his head, a silent message for Aemond to hold you until you could move on your own. The younger Prince moved his hand around your waist, laying you down on the bed above the sheets, resting at your side, slightly above you as he caressed your head. Daemon had stood up, moving inside the tent away from the bed.

“It didn’t hurt love?”, he questioned, looking toward Aemond.

“It w-was just…surprising”, smirked Aemond, shrugging his shoulders.

Daemon laughed, reaching for the table, wetting a cloth.

“I know you can take it”, said Daemon, raising his eyebrow, it was not a question but a fact, “I know you love it too.”

Coming down from your high, eyes partly opened, you smirked looking at Aemond as he smiled back. There was always complicity between the two of you, maybe the link between, two dominated who knew each other all too well.

“Both of you want to make me mad don’t you, little slutty things?”, husked Daemon, hand gesturing toward the both of you, “I wonder who plays with who sometimes.”

“Hm. A little menace… disobedience makes you fuck even better”, whispered Aemond, hand brushing yours in a loving gesture.

“It’s the flame in your eyes”, you murmured, fingers intertwined as Daemon approached again, the wet cloth in hand, “A little threat makes us a bit more aroused, even more submissive.”

“I can see that”, commented Daemon, delicately washing your core off the sweat and wetness, “But I mustn't go too far.”

You shivered at the friction, Daemon’s touches leaving you to help clean Aemond, the men exchanging a quick kiss and caresses. You bit your lips, he wouldn’t hurt you, ever. He liked control, he liked the submissive bond you both had with him, your motherly breast and touch, Aemond’s likeness to a younger him he loved to dominate, to conquer.

Done with you both, Daemon joined you in bed, his broad body next to Aemond’s who rested his head against his shoulder and scars, eye closed, already meeting with sweet dreams. Nobody said anything anymore, it was time for silent love, unsaid words and delicate touches, you climbed on top of Daemon as he brushed the back of your neck, legs resting between his, head facing Aemond’s. You closed your eyes, full of your King, soon his child you hoped, soothed by the noises of the wind dancing outside and the breaths of your lovers.

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the-expatriate · 1 year

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- You have no idea what she knows.

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The-Expatriate - The life and times of Pari F Vass, and how starting again is never as straightforward as it seems.

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writingjourney · 11 days

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A mutual of mine, highwarlockofphilly, had come into my askbox a few days ago talking about Secondo knowing how to bake and wearing a pink apron with a bow on the back and nothing else (yay nude secondo)

What are your thoughts? 👀

I like to headcanon that Copia is the baker but Secondo secretly knowing how to make pastries? baking in the nude to rile up a partner of his? 😍😍

haha that's certainly an image, being in the kitchen naked is dangerous here have this pink apron that covers nothing but half of your front :DD

Secondo to me is a chef, he loves cooking and is good at it, it's stress relief after a long day and makes him feel connected to his culture. He does desserts I think, classic Italian ones, even though he doesn't have that much of a sweet tooth, but he's not too much of a baker because who is going to eat all that? Which of course doesn't mean he can't do it. Baking like cooking means following instructions, with baking even more closely, and I think this is something he is really good at. Pastries especially, they're a bit more classy, more sophisticated, getting the temperatures right, the textures etc. And feeding them to his partner is more than worth the effort they take to make 👀

#asks #i would stare at him ALL DAY #thank you ♡

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thesagekissoftime · 2 months

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Please, I just want a lyrical, beautiful, poetic Greek mythology retelling novel on the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. If this already exists someone please tell me because I am not aware of it and I need it. My life will not be complete until it has been written, and I have it in my hand while I sit cross-legged on my bed, annotating its tear-stained pages. Is that so much to ask for?

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mons-immortalium-if · 6 months

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I noticed that the description for how lovely ROs is a kinda vague, so if it isn't spoilery or anything, can you tell us more about them? Who they are what they do, etc etc

Just go full on dating show host about it

This got a little out of hand, but I had fun with it :)) This is kinda set pre MC joining, but also Arashi can speak for himself.

Interviewer: Let’s start simple. What is your favourite colour? Solis: Red. Nox: Blue. Arashi: Black.

Interviewer: Ok, I see everyone is very talkative today. We’ll keep it going. Cold weather or warm weather? Solis: It doesn’t really matter to us fae, not in the same way you humans experience the weather. But I suppose I do have a preference for warmer weather and sunny days in general. Nox: *shrugs* Warm, just because people wear less clothes. Arashi: Cold.

Interviewer: Cat or dog person? Solis: Dog. Nox: Cat. Arashi: I’d prefer a falcon, or any kind or bird. But if I had to choose between the two, cat.

Interviewer: And tying to this next question, do you have any pets? Solis: *pales slightly* Nox: *laughs* Touchy subject? Solis: *clearing his throat* No, no pets. Nox: Anymore. Interviewer: Please no fighting. This is only the fourth question. Nox: Fine. None for me either. Unless you count that one fish that likes to hang around the pools in the dungeon. Arashi: No pets.

Interviewer: Favourite place? Solis: The top of the palace. There’s an alcove you can see most of the island from. Sometimes, when there’s fog, you can almost pretend there’s no dome. Nox: My room. *grinning* I can show it to you after we’re done here. Interviewer: Let’s keep it professional, please. Arashi? Arashi: Hmm. It is not on the island. There’s a mountain top I once visited, hot springs in a vast expanse of rolling snow. It felt like it was at the end of the world, a peaceful place untainted by the outside world. A place just for me. I long to return there one day.

*everyone stares at the man*

Interviewer: Um, ok. That was - Thank you for the answer. What is your favourite Ice cream flavour? Solis: Vanilla. Nox: Chocolate. Arashi: Irish cream brownie flavour. *pause* Nox: Can I change my answer?

Interviewer: No. How do you celebrate your birthday? Solis: Oh this is a fun one. My siblings and I usually do something simple for each of our birthdays. There’s cakes and gifts, and just the four of us spending time together. Nox: Must be nice. Solis: … Um yes… Nox: I don’t do much celebrating. It became pointless after a while in this cursed place. Arashi: Can’t really remember when my birthday is. Hane: *pokes her head in the room* You do. And you cele- Arashi: *death glare* Hane: I’ll excuse myself.

Interviewer: Right, ok. *flips through the notepad* Do you guys have any tattoos? Solis: No for me. Nox: *grins* Interviewer: Play nice! Nox: You could say I have a few. *pauses* *looks into the camera* If anyone is curious to see them all- Interviewer: Nope, moving on. Arashi, it’s your turn. Arashi: *pauses* Hane: *pokes head* Arashi: *glares* Hane: *closed the door behind her* Interviewer: I’ll mark that as a maybe. Nox: *slaps a hand over Arashi’s shoulder* A man of mystery. I like it.

Interviewer: Ok, next question. What is your… room like? *pinched brige of the nose* I can already see how this one is going to be. Solis: Um, that’s a bit of a weird question. My room is normal? It’s homey and with a few personal items. Some plants, some books… Nox: Mine is dark. Interviewer: *stares at him* Nox: *stares back* *smiles shyly* You’ll have to come and see it for yourself if you want more details. Interviewer: Of course… Arashi: Mine is a simple room. I only need a bed and a few… personal items. Interviewer: Ok, we’ll not dwell on that one. What never fails to make you smile? Solis: My siblings. *cock his head* Though they also make me frown a lot. Nox: *grinning* That cute face of yours. Interviewer: *ignores him* *looks towards Arashi* Arashi: *thinks for a while* *smiles to himself* People falling down the stairs.

Interviewer: What was your first kiss like? Nox: Oh, we’re getting to the good stuff. *rubs hands together* Mine was, hmm, interesting. If you can believe it, it came after we’d already- Interviewer: I should have really set some rules for this interview before we started. Solis: That would have been wise, yes. Interviewer: I just assumed that, you know, some things are obvious. Solis: Common sense is mostly lost on our kind, you should have known this better than anyone. Interviewer: Yes, you’re right. I’ll do better next time. Solis: *smiles* I know you will. Nox: *gagging noises* Solis: Anyway. First kisses are always a bit intense. Mine was tender and unsure, but worth the worry that came before it. Nox: Lame. Interviewer: *eye twitching* What about you Arashi? Arashi: Sloppy. Interviewer: Anything more to add? Arashi: Bloody. Interviewer: Why did I even ask? *sighs* Any prized possessions? Solis: I have a locket that belonged to my mother. It is one of the few things that remain of her. Nox: Nope. Attachments are pointless. Arashi: My katana.

Interviewer: Have you ever lost someone you love? Solis: *goes wide eyed* Nox: *sighs* *brushes hand through his hair* You’re really stirring some shit with this one. Arashi: We have lived long lives. Of course we would have lost people along the way. Nox: *turns to look at him* I’m a bit surprised you of all people would say that. Arashi: *shrugs* I was a child once.

Interviewer: Ok, a cuter question next. You find a genie and are granted 3 wishes. What are those wishes? Solis: I think I speak for all of us when I say the first thing we’d wish is for the dome to be gone. *others nod* Solis: My second wish would be for the fae and humans to get along. And then maybe… For someone to take again the throne of the faeries and lead us towards a better future. Nox: *yawns* I’d wish for, after the dome thing, for endless honeywine and orgies. Solis: I hope you never find a genie. Nox: One can never know what you stumble upon on this island. Arashi: I’d like not to answer this one. Solis: Oh, come on, you’ve been so good at this until now. Nox: Yeah, more cooperative than I thought. Arashi: *ignores them* Interviewer: Please? Arashi: *frowns* I’d wish for peace and bloodshed. *everyone pauses* Solis: Better move on with the questions. Nox: Are there a lot more? It’s getting a little boring?

Interviewer: Right… Ok… Yeah, I’ve got a few more. Are you ticklish? Solis: I… think so? It’s, umm, been a while. Nox: Wouldn't you like to know? *grins* Arashi: No.

Interviewer: You are stranded on an island and can only- Nox: Stranded on an island? Really? Solis: It’s a little funny. Intentional? Interviewer: Umm, yes, totally. So, stranded on an island and you can only have 4 items and one companion, who and what do you bring? Solis: Only one companion? But… hmm, no, I would not want anyone to be stranded there with me. Nox: Is it a cursed island like this one? Can I wish for a boat? Interviewer: No, you can’t ask for a boat. Only things you can use on the island. Arashi: My sword, my pipe, a tent and rope. And Hane. Nox: *snorts* Yes, I’ll take Hane as well. We’ll be off the island before we get too comfy. Mare: *barges through the door* Just so you know, I am very offended you didn’t pick me. Nox: You want to be stranded on another island? Mare: Well, no. But it’s the principle. I’m your general. Nox: Stranded together, just you and me… Mare: Yeah, ok, the island wouldn’t be large enough for the both of us. Nox: *nods* My thoughts exactly. Mare: *exists* Solis: A tent as well, a fishing rod, a torch… and maybe a book. Nox: A hammock, a pillow, maybe a blanket and a huge jar of honeywine.

Interviewer: Have you ever committed murder? Solis: Define murder? Nox: Oh come on, golden boy. With our lifespan? Let’s not pretend we’re saints, we murdered quite a few individuals. Arashi: More than “a few”. Nox: *nods* A lot more.

Interviewer: What is your greatest fear? Solis: *raises an eyebrow* Are we really going there? Nox: Oh, oh, I can answer for him. He’s terrified of killing someone with his touch. *wiggles hands enthusiastically* Solis: *sighs* And you? You’re so shallow you’re only afraid there will be no more people for you to fuc- Interviewer: Ok, ok, keep it friendly. Arashi: I’m not afraid of anything. Solis. … Nox: … Yeah, no, that checks out. Arashi: *smirks*

Interviewer: What is your favourite thing about the night? Nox: *tries to act nonchalant* Solis: *smiles* Oh, how the tables turned. Nox: What are you on about? Nights were always lovely. Lots of steamy meetings happened after the sun sets. Solis: *still smiling* Were? What about now? Nox: *muttering* You little prick. Now… I particularly enjoy the… moments right before dawn. See, I did it! Not a lie in sight. Solis: Surprising, but apparently true. It’s also something we have in common. Shocking. It’s always the quietest time, after all the parties have died down, right before others wake up. You can almost see the sun rising on the other side of the dome. Nox: If you have a vivid imagination, maybe. Solis: I said “almost”. Arashi: I like the pitch darkness. Perfect cover. Interviewer: Cover for what? Nox: You don’t want to know. Arashi: *smiles*

Interviewer: Ok, moving on. Are you holding grudges against anyone? Solis: No. Nox: No? Really?? Solis: It’s not a grudge! Nox: Could have fooled me… A no for me also. Arashi: Same. All of them are dead.

Interviewer: Not going to ask for clarifications. Do you fear death? Solis: Not really? But I don’t particularly want to die either. Nox: Hmm, I did once. But after so long... No, I don't think most of us here fear death. The prospect of being stuck here as a wraith though? That's a whole different subject, sweetheart. Arashi: Yes, but perhaps not in they way you'd think. One needs to fear death in order to conquer it. Needs to understand it in order to inflict it on others. Death is is my companion and I both fear respect it.

Interviewer: O...K... If you could choose to die, how would you want to go? Solis: Home, surrounded by my family. Nox: In battle. Arashi: In my sleep. Solis: Why was I expecting something bloodier? Especially after the whole "death is my companion" speech. Nox: Same. Like, you’re the most likely to actually die by sword. Arashi: Want to test that? Nox: Bring- Solis: No, he would not! Interviewer: Yes, thank you for your answers, but let’s not kill anyone. *reads next question*

Interviewer: Well, actually… *sighs* Name one person you'd kill for. Solis: Any of my siblings. Though they are quite capable themselves. *ponders for a moment* Actually they are probably more prone to do the killing… Nox: I don’t know. Anyone who’d ask nice enough? *shrugs* If the person deserved it and can pull up a fight. I’m always down for a challenge. Arashi: Myself, I’m no one’s executioner.

Interviewer: Have you ever gotten pleasure from causing pain to anyone? Solis: What is with these questions? Nox: Yes, did you write them yourself? And more importantly, are we almost done?? Interviewer: Irrelevant, just answer. We only have a few more. Solis: No. Nox: Not really. Arashi: Yes. Interviewer: What do you mean “not really”? Nox: *shrugs* There’s a high you get in battle, a rush when you bring your opponent down. But it’s unrelated to the pain caused, more so to do with victory and skill. Interviewer: I see. And Arashi, you answered “Yes”? Arashi: Yes. Nox: Some kinds of pain can be pleasurable. *grins* Oh, can I change my answer?

Interviewer: No, moving on. Name one thing from your past that you regret. Nox: Ok, I’m out. *gets up and leaves* Interviewer: Wait! What? Solis: Really? That was the question that got to him? Arashi: *extends hand* Solis: *sighs* Fine, you win. *places a little pouch in Arashi’s hand* Interviewer: Were you betting on how long he’ll last?? Solis: Yes, I really thought he’d get bored faster. Arashi: He’s not as shallow as you paint him to be. *gets up as well* I guess this concludes our interview. But to answer your last question, I only regret getting trapped in this cage. *leaves* Solis: *sighs* Regrets, where do I start? *gets more comfortable on the chair* The very first memory that still haunts my dreams can be traced all the way back to-

#thank you for the ask ♡#lovely anon #mons immortalium #interactive fiction #char:solis #char:nox #char:arashi #ro ask #thank you ♡#ro interview #this as fun

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jjongslutz · 3 months

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sorry y'all 🙏 i've been very very sick recently and haven't even been writing or working on anything so it'll be quite some time before anything new comes out. thank you for your patience ♡

#౨ৎ 𓈒 ﹒ 🍒 sol's thoughts #thank you ♡#and sorry

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salmonpoki · 7 days

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Get attacked!! ✨🌈 SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 🌈

Luna, you made me wanna hug you now. You are wonderful too, my precious moon 😌🫂

#nikki answer #Luna♡#thank you ♡

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viperdove-if · 1 year

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thank you for 1k followers :]]]] just wild!

People liked the O scenario question, if anyone has more scenarios I'm up for it! I found it fun!

#after 3 days omg #z talks #thank you ♡

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urwendii · 10 months

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Prompt game:

Word: Handsy – Maedhros/Fingon for @theriverwild (it turned longer than planned but it is ☆them☆)

Dawn was barely creeping above the trees when Fingon rolled over his side and pressed the other body lying next to him against his chest. Maedhros was so cold since his rescue upon Thangorodrim and his arrival in Barad Eithel, despite Fingon's care, despite the blankets and the fire in the hearth, it was as if Angband had stolen the very fire that had always burned warm and bright within the eldest Fëanorean.

Though, in this moment and before another day of fighting Morgoth he refused to let those memories tarnish the slice of peaceful silence surrounding them.

His fingers trailed down the other's back, the pads of them tracing each scar he had kissed the night before, a silent promise of vengeance against the Dark Lord and his armies. Maedhros shifted slightly, burying his face in Fingon's neck with a soft sigh. He dropped a light kiss against the fiery crimson hair, now littered with streaks of silver.

Up and down his hand danced over Maedhros' skin, bringing his body flushed against his own.

"You're very handsy this morning." His lover whispered half awake.

A pause. His hand stilled and a sudden dry snort from Maedhros. He pursed his lips at the wordplay.

"Allow me this Findecáno."

"I am sorry." Fingon answered, feeling troubled once more by his own act that had severed Maedhros' hand.

"I am not." Maedhros lips pressed against Fingon's neck. "Would you sing once more for me this morning?"

Fingon claimed his lips in one heavy kiss then answered,

"And for every mornings that we are allowed to spend in each other's company."

#this was so perfect bc i love them too and also the amount of hand jokes you can make 😭😭#thank you ♡#russingon #maedhros x fingon #maedhros #fingon #cassy.write #prompt: tolkien lgdrm

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I'm curious about Killer!! *is* he a hybrid? Or will that be revealed later on? :) love what you have here

It is no secret! Killer is a hybrid of an autumn and a spring fairy. The spirit of spring is strongest in him, though.

He’s a mischievous little rascal who loves to drink the blood of humans in early spring (his bite is painful compared to a regular spring fairy), he’s fast and agile, he’s restless and doesn’t want to be idle for too long, but the spirit of Autumn shines through as he’s unnaturally graceful, smooth, and elegant; in his own ways. He played it off as him just being eccentric, as he didn’t want his fellow spring fairies to know that he was a hybrid; he wanted to fit in.

He’s been happy pretending to be a proper spring fairy for all these years, but seeing Nightmare drastically changed something in him. Whether it was admiration, awe, or love, he’s not sure of it, but he’d be dammed if he didn’t win Nightmare’s affection.

Being around the Firstborn of Autumn also helped him in accepting the other part of himself. He fully indulged when he courted Nightmare, allowing the urges that always made him want to dance come forth. It was a bit messy to begin with, but his body naturally swayed its way into it, and his spring characteristics made his dance all the more beautiful; alluring, almost.

#thank you ♡#aufairyverse #ask for the fairy #utmv #saltyscoby #fairy!killer #killer sans #killer won't ever admit the heart eyes he got from seeing Nightmare

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imthefemalemonster · 1 year

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Hey love! I just read "Checkmate" and although it's all very well written that part got me too "(…) Daemon read your mind like an open book when you started to show interest in his nephew. It both surprised you, but Aemond never hid his obsession for long with you both." (mainly the Aemond part) so I was wondering if you could elaborate on an imagine/oneshot (with some nsfw at the end) of how the beginning of their relationship was (an Aemond pov about daemon and reader would be really appreciated) please ?

Hello honey, thank you! I love putting some foreshadowing or my thoughts of how I see the characters without necessarily having time to develop them in heavy smut fics so I'll be very happy to oblige! Did my best, hope you like it ~ ♡

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IMAGINE (Checkmate Prequel) : Daemond x Female!Reader - Daemon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader (Fluff, a little little smut)

Tags: Imagine, Fluff & Smut, Mostly Fluff & context, A little smut (as a treat), Kisses, Established relationship, Threesome, Not beta read I'm [gunshots]

Note: This is a sort of prequel to this, but can be read as a standalone of how Aemond would meet you (reader) and Daemon in an already established relationship and join you! It’s more an imagine/drabble sort of work than an entire fic. (divided in parts following each others)

Words: ~2400

Love at first sight

The day was bright, as bright as her eyes when Aemond saw them for the first time, as bright as his uncle's charisma and confidence. He felt like he stopped breathing, like air had left his body when later he thought of you again. It was the very first time he felt that way, one he could not quite explain yet. It made his hands moist, his lips dry, his legs shake, his mind wander. He knew you were Daemon’s new wife, a loving wedding most rare. Aemond was impressed by both your presence, your bond, by something he never knew he would crave. He paid little attention to others, but since he was a child he wanted to be what Daemon was. The attention he received, the praises as much as the fear. When you walked at his side, he desired you as much as his uncle.

It was dangerous. He never dared to talk to you, apart from some greetings, he exchanged but a few words with Daemon, unable to maintain a conversation for long as his mind went blank from staring into the impressive lilac orbs, the sword he obsessed so long over always at the man’s side. So instead, he watched, he observed you, from afar. The delicacy in your motions, your hands, your face. Your voice soft and full of confidence, the power of a woman walking alongside the most loved and feared man in the Kingdom. He thought often, maybe trying to forget, to dissuade himself from persevering into his obsession, about what he loved with you both. The lady was smart, he was her in the library a few times, he speech was clever and sophisticated. Her laugh like the morning sun, shy but shining. Her smile motherly, reassuring, a caress on a pained skin. At her side, danger crawled. A man Aemond only wished to be, even a part, the smaller part of him he could take. If he was half the man his uncle was, he would be pleased. He was his own but he walked in his path, obsession mixing with jealousy, with love. The Rogue Prince had the charisma, the voice, the weapon. Dark Sister could slice him in half, he would be thankful.

Once at night he had lost himself, lost the path of the Gods as he let the darkest places in his mind take control. He craved to be held, to touch you, to be touched. The burning and forbidden embrace who would make it a hundred times better. But he would not cross the line, he would leave himself into his hand only, once finished, falling to sleep, a coma of regrets and fascination.

Smiles and touches

One day, the first smile, a direct smile at him came during dinner. He saw you sitting across the table, next to Daemon as always. It penetrated him like a thousand blades, breaking his body into pieces he would never collect again, because you weren’t reacting to anything he said or did. Everyone was talking, he was here, his face met yours in absolute coincidence, and you smiled. From pure politeness he thought at first, but when you tilted your head a big, jewelry revealed on your neck and ears, he felt something shift. A hardness inside and outside him, one he had to excuse himself for a few minutes later. Your iris never left his mind.

Often he met you at the library, a silent reunion, a few times you discussed. Some words were said about poetry, about a book you longed to read and that he found for you. Once he finished it, he gave it to you. When his lady presented herself to him, her whole figure a delight in her dress, for a moment, when fingers touched under the book, brushing each other, stars aligned, clouds and wind stopped in quiet unison, the sun felt like melting Aemond into the digits’ embrace that only lasted a second. When you both parted away, you turned not without a smirk on your lips, a message Aemond would take time to decipher, more complicated than any philosophy he had ever read.

The one coming from Daemon was more abrupt, and more surprising, yet just as wonderful, overwhelming. After a long, and boring dinner, people started to leave, excusing themselves for various reasons which most were exhaustion. Aemond felt no different, tired from the day of training, riding, and meetings. You had disappeared between a wall, both hidden by people lost in uninteresting conversation. He couldn’t watch you, see you, stare at you both anymore, it was time to retire and leave his mind to do the rest. But when he walked past the group, he felt a touch, like a sting. He turned around to only expect people facing away from him, but surprised, his face flushing into deep red, he found himself staring into Daemon’s eyes. He had scratched his back, pulling playfully on his hair when walking past. The younger Prince's face was cold outside, melting inside, he said nothing as the older man smirked, malicious. When Aemond went to sleep that night, he wondered if his uncle thought about him, about brushing his hair and taking care of him.

First Kiss

Once his lady crossed the line. When you returned a book he loved most, one that he had given to you, he felt his body shiver, almost collapse when he felt your soft lips on his cheeks. It was quick, almost stolen, as fast as the wind, hot like a fire. He had no time to answer or react as you left, he just stood here in the library, facing into nothing.

Obsession became hunger. He thought about this for days. Relief into his own hand wasn’t enough. It was bad, he thought. It was wrong. It was not supposed to happen. But he couldn’t hold it anymore. His uncle and his wife were on his mind all day. It hurt, but your kiss felt like a bandage easing an open wound. But it kicked a more dangerous door open.

When you left the training grounds that day, blinking toward him, a smile on your face, Aemond followed. Gods be damned, a game was being played and he wouldn’t lose. Behind a column he found you, head leaned against the hard rock as he approached, looking so tender, so calm, so naive. But he knew, deep inside, what you both desired. Gods be damned again, if he was meant to burn, might it be consuming you whole with him. Mouths clashed, collapsed, tongues massaging, a laugh into the kiss as his lack of experience showed, but it was soft and not mean.

“Gods.”

Aemond jumped at the sound. Gods could wait, maybe forgive him, but certainly not his uncle. He was a dead man.

“Having fun without me, Princess?”. The Rogue Prince raised an eyebrow. Aemond saw you tense, feet kicking the floor, body made smaller by his gaze.

“I told you to wait for me, didn't I?”. Confusion wasn’t a strong enough word for the younger Prince. He only realized seconds later.

“You planned that, didn't you?”

He observed you as you raised your head to face him, his face flushed, filled with a mix of fear and confusion. A delight to witness.

“Hmm”, you hummed naively, finger brushing his leathered arm, feeling him move backward.

“I-I’m sorry”, he stuttered.

“What for?”, asked Daemon, voice deep but strangely reassuring, like he had found two kittens in a tree.

“It’s wrong”, he tried to find the right words if there was any, “I shouldn-”

“Enough, my Prince.”

Aemond swallowed his own saliva, probably his last before his head hit the floor.

“I’m just frustrated she got it first.”

The younger Prince's face moved into pure incomprehension.

“He wanted to kiss you too.”, you mewled.

Aemond had one chance. Take it.

“What - What’s stopping him n-now?”

Daemon smirked, visage painted with renewed vigor and satisfaction. The distance was closed in a step, a hand behind the back of the boy’s neck, holding him steady against hot, much more experienced lips. Even the best of stories didn’t have two kisses from the lovers you were obsessed with within the same minutes. A day to remember.

Hanging out

Aemond noticed his uncle and his wife’s presence more and more at the training ground after the first kiss. You would watch as they trained until night sometimes. Swords clashing until mouths take control. The same battle, different grounds. Daemon would win over Aemond anytime, but he wouldn't mind it much. However Aemond was aware of the looks, the remarks, so instead you started, the three of you, to disappear into the dragonpit, on the back of Caraxes and Vhagar, into the sky, far away from the castles and the rumors. Aemond never had you with him, not at first. You rode with Daemon all the time, until one day the older man met with Aemond’s stare toward them, and he proposed that you rode Vhagar with him instead. Aemond couldn’t express how joyful and rewarded he felt at the trust he was given by Daemon.

But still, Aemond preferred staying discreet, not that he feared people finding out, even if that didn’t make him comfortable, but simply because he would enjoy both of your presence alone rather than in public. Whoever dares to comment on the situation would probably have to face Daemon's thin patience, the ones who tried had their head on the floor faster than it takes a person to blink. It reassured Aemond to have him at his side, if Daemon allowed it, then nothing could happen to him, or you.

So that’s why when Daemon proposed to meet in his room at night, Aemond felt shy at first, but still he came. He was pleased to find you both sitting on the couch, at peace, reading books and poetry. He knew of your passion for these since he had seen you so many times in the library, he was pleased to see Daemon shared it too. So Aemond happily joined both his newfound lovers. Standing aside at first, he liked to read you philosophy, or history, he saw in your eyes how you drank all his words, soft smiles, delicate touches on his arms, days after days getting closer, until your head rested on his shoulders, until Aemond rested on Daemon and you on both of them. Daemon would add his own stories, historical events, wars and battles he took part in, tourneys he won, places he traveled to. Aemond was simply fascinated. He looked like he lived five lives in one. Often Aemond would leave his lovers when it was deep in the night, seeing you half asleep. Daemon had proposed to him to stay but he refused at first. When the nights got colder and colder, when Aemond felt lonely and missed you, he accepted. Nothing happened more than soft touches, smiles and kisses exchanged in absolute bliss.

First Time

Aemond was waiting outside, wondering if he heard well. He was inexperienced, but not stupid. Behind the heavy wooden door, he swore he heard . The first time he turned back, leaving. No words were said the day after apart from a few questioning glances exchanged as to why he had not joined you and Daemon this night. He was well aware you knew. Daemon was in charge, as always, it was how the relationship was built, so he was the one to talk to Aemond about taking the relationship further, if he wished. Aemond couldn’t hide the obsession he had with the both of you, he never wanted to. Not even days after seeing you for the first time, he thought about you at night. When seeing Daemon again he couldn’t get him out of his mind. He wanted his attention and touches, he wanted your soft smiles. It took weeks before kissing you, and a few days more to hang out daily, another to see each other at night, now sleeping together… intimate bonding was the next step for him. But his lack of experiences, or difficult experiences, made him withdrawn, timid and fearful. It took him days to decide after the incident, but soon he couldn’t hold it anymore. At the end, he knew Daemon would guide him.

The very first night, the very first time, Aemond tried to remain confident. But inside he was a mess, mind full of questions, but none had found answers, yet. Daemon would lead, as always, you were both his and his only, submissive and loving. When it started, sensual touches and naked kisses, Aemond never needed to voice his concern or uncomfort you both to see it.

“Tell me.”, voices whispered, “Talk to me.”, they said. Aemond listened, he was loved, reassured. “What do you want.”, they felt like fire burning the skin after a day of rain.

So it began Smiles and smirks, hands running down bodies, ablaze on wanting skin. Clothes on the floor, voices low, praises and moans in an obscene orchestra. Aemond wanted to be manhandled. So he let Daemon in charge, hands starting on the chin, locking him in place, deep and noisy kisses exchanged, one attacking his mouth, the other the cheeks. Hair loosened, bodies on the bed, mouth moving from face to neck, biting, nibbling at the skin. Hands on waist, legs spread and bodies meeting, rutting. There was no real sexual intercourse the first time, letting Aemond learn, adapt, adjust and feel. As you all fell asleep naked against one another, he stayed here, eye open, breaths steady. When he closed his single eye, he could feel the touches all over again, and so he swore next time, he would take it to the next step.

The day after Aemond couldn’t think straight, he only craved for the night and the stars in the sky to show, he knew that he would find you both again. When the dark came, he pathed to Daemon’s room, already waiting for him. And this night was the one that sealed it. Daemon inside him, his loving lady puffy lips lips against his. The sight of you and your husband thrusting deep, just for the sight of him. Moans, saliva, sweat and seeds mixed, words said. I love you. I need you. Take me. Take us both and make us yours. Daemon took these sentences, drinking into them like the finest one, you were his, his nephew and his wife. Aemond would remember this night, and all the other after and forever.

#daemond x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #fics #very light smut mostly context and fluff #**mine #anon #ask #thank you ♡

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