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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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