Tragic Fates - 1

Tragic Fates - 1

Ever since I was a babe, my family had great relations with the Targaryens. My family had been there for the birth of Aegon, and they had been for the birth of my siblings, and eventually me.

Growing up with the Targaryens is a surprisingly stressful experience. I was always in the middle, never choosing a side, though I always leaned towards more Aemond’s side than others. Aemond, though he was quiet, was a joy to have around. He was like a much needed breath of fresh air….before the accident.

I wasn’t present for the accident when it occurred, but I did sneak to see him after the maester finished stitching his wounded eye. He looked so empty when I saw him…just sitting there. I remember gently creeping closer to him and I eventually called out to him.

“Aemond….are you ok?” I ask him, to which he doesn’t respond, only staring at what’s in front of him. Worry is written on my face and I attempt to call out to him once more. “Aemond…I heard what happened……” this statement seemed to finally snap him out of his daze as he stares at me with a cold look in his eye. “Why do you care? You won’t believe me….my own father doesn’t care enough to punish Lucerys!” Aemond says frustrated.

“I believe you Aemond…..I’ve been your friend for how many years now? And I do care about you! You are my friend! Blood related or not we are siblings.” I say, pouring my emotions to him…if he thought I didn’t care for him, he was entirely wrong.

Though, this didn’t stop the slight drift Aemond and I had between us. Aemond spent more time in his sword training and I was busy being prepared to be a wife. I was 14 when my betrothal was announced to the public. I was betrothed to a young lord of 18 who was not the ugliest man I’ve ever seen, but not the prettiest. Aemond was way more gorgeous than him.

Regardless, my wedding went without a fail, much to someone’s dismay. The bedding ceremony was as my mother described, mediocre at best. But what was interesting, was how Aemond stared at me all throughout the feast. Not once did he ask me to a dance, given they weren’t his thing though, and his eye never once drifted away from me.

For a while I thought I had done something to upset him, but in honesty I did nothing wrong. We never argued, we just slowly drifted apart as our lives became more complicated. Besides the mediocre bedding ceremony and many more attempts later, my marriage was ok. Obviously, I did not harbor any romantic appeal towards my betrothed, and surprisingly he understood.

We became more as friends than lovers, often telling jokes and gossip than having sex or producing heirs. I liked it this way, and so did he, but of course our families were concerned as to why no heirs had been conceived or at least a recorded attempt to conceive one. To that in which we came up with the little white lie saying I couldn’t be pregnant Ed resulting in a mistress.

As the years went by, my husband and the mistress were able to produce heirs enough to satisfy our families, and while they weren’t my children, I was an aunt to them. I was happy and proud that they were able to have children, and still consider me to be apart of their family. I was happy until I received a letter at my door stating that Prince Aemond was to be married soon and his wedding would be held in two moons. Instantly I was reminded of our history, and I was happy for him…right?

Hiya! Do you write for Michael gavey??

I do! I write smut, angst, fluff, and head cannons if requested.

Hi! Can I request a dark Michael gavey x fem reader smut where Michael and reader are roommates. Michael comes home kinda late to find rose petals and candles decorated in the apartment, Michael assumed that reader has her on and off again boyfriend over but finds the reader asleep in her room with a blindfold around her eyes because she was waiting for her boyfriend so that they could have some steamy time, only for him to be late so Michael takes advantage of reader's bf being late.. thank you!

Love is in the air

I love this request so much! As soon as I saw it I was quick to work on it!

Summary- when your boyfriend is late again, who better than to turn to your roommate?

Warnings!- this is going to be a dark! Gavey, meaning he will be messed up. This is your warning if you don’t like the following items- non-con (reader is blindfolded + asleep and believes it’s her bf), swearing, sex, kinky stuff, squirting, creampies, slight choking

Im sorry not

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When you got your acceptance letter from Oxford, you were ecstatic. Oxford was your dream school, and you finally got a chance to go, albeit a scholarship. You were so happy that you weren’t bothered by the fact you had to share an apartment with a guy! You found out his name when you were decorating your side of the small apartment.

The apartment was small; you guys had to share a bathroom and shower. You had packed a CD player from home and unpacked it to listen to music. The music was upbeat and pop songs, giving you a sense of energy. You finished decorating your side of the apartment when you decided to snoop around and find out more about the guy you would be living with.

After searching through some school folders, you found out his name was Micheal Gavey, and that he was a maths major from all his work being centered around math. You decide to put the stuff back where you found it and decided to unpack some plates that your mom insisted you bring with you.

When you finished moving in and getting comfortable, sitting on the couch watching keeping up with the Kardashians, the door to the apartment rattled and soon opened. A lanky guy with a maroon sweater, paired with dark blue jeans walks in and takes his shoes off. You pause the show and look at him as he finally noticed you sitting on the couch.

“Who are you?” You both ask at the same time. “Micheal” “(reader)” a moment of silence passes before you break it. “I um found this place on an app that said you were looking for a roommate, preferably someone who went to the same school. I just got accepted into Oxford a few weeks ago… this is apartment B87 right?” You say and Micheal nods.

“Yeah this is apartment B87, you must have been that girl that replied to my message.” He says and you nod. It takes about 15 minutes for the tension to calm down and some peace to seep in. That was months ago, and far from your mind as you prepare for a big night. You met this guy at the downtown pub a couple months ago when you were just settling into Oxford. Ever since then you guys have been on and off, never really staying in a relationship long enough than a month.

You had bought the rose petals online a week ago and they just arrived, you and your ‘boyfriend’ were talking about this night for a couple weeks now and when you told him that the roses came in, he asked if you could do it tonight. Obviously you agreed, it’s been months since you had sex, and your hormones were all over the place, and living with a guy made it worse.

You see, Gavey in your opinion wasn’t ugly. No, he was attractive physically, personality wise…it wasn’t the best turn on. He was an asshole, a jerk, but he wasn’t bad looking. You always joked with your friends that maybe he would loosen up if he got some pussy or dick.

It took you 15 minutes to place all the rose petals where you wanted them. You were excited as you lit the numerous candles that provided a warm look to the apartment. You made sure to leave them burning but safe from catching the place on fire, that would be a funny story to tell Micheal.

You made sure to shower, clean yourself up how you wanted and applied deodorant and even perfume. You brushed your hair and let it down. Your outfit was sure to leave your boyfriend’s jaw on the floor. A gorgeous lingerie piece adorned on your body. God you looked like a Victoria’s Secret model. You were feeling yourself, even playing some sensual music.

It was 7 PM when you sent the text to your boyfriend to come over and it was 8 PM. He had a habit of being late, so you didn’t expect anything out of the ordinary. You had a blindfold on, something he wanted to try, and you couldn’t help but fall asleep, letting the darkness take you.

About 15 minutes after you had fallen asleep, the door to your apartment rattled and opened. Micheal came in and was confused by all the rose petals and candles. He sat his stuff down and called out your name, and went inside further. His jaw nearly plummeted to the center of the earth when he saw you.

He had to wipe his glasses and eyes to make sure he was seeing this right. You, all dolled up in lingerie and blindfolded on your bed with roses and candles lit. In that moment he was praying to whatever god granted this to happen. Micheal had a tiny crush on you…scratch that the man was obsessed with you.

He found you so pretty and thought he was being a good roommate by memorizing your schedule. He also thought that your boyfriend was a prick and wished he got hit by a bus. Regardless, this was the best thing that’s ever happened to him. All the panties he stole from you and smelled, fucking his fist to, paled in comparison with the shit he was about to do.

Yes he knew it was wrong, but how could he not? You were there, unknowingly letting probably one of the most twisted individuals in your space. God the sight was so beautiful he wanted to cry. Instead with shaky hands he removed his sweater.

His sudden weight on your bed causes it to creak and you stir a moment. You woke up to kisses on your neck. You smiled as you feel the kisses letting out soft noises. You knew he would come, it didn’t matter if he was late or not, and you giggles feeling his tongue lick your neck and down to your tits.

You let out a moan of your boyfriend’s name, and Micheal instead of pausing continued. In his mind he was your boyfriend, not that vapid cunt. He left hot mouthed kisses on the curve of your breasts all the way down to the valley. He licked a stripe up between your tits and played with the top of the lingerie to come off.

It does and once your tits are free, warm hands come to cup them. The hands squeeze and jiggle them, making you giggle. His hands come up and squeeze your nipples clumsily but it still provokes a moan from you.

You were already feeling lightheaded and overstimulated, just from him teasing your nipples. Your hips bucked up trying to seek a form of relief. You were close but he wanted you to cum on his cock. You whined when hands come and pull your panties down and thrown far away. You feel a hot breath on your clit causing you to moan. His hands grip your thighs and spread them, putting them around his head. His tongue immediately dives in and drinks your arousal like water.

He sucks and fingers your pussy, it’s messy but he’s passionate about it. His nose bumps with your clog and it sends you over the edge. Your body shakes as you orgasm, loud moans and legs slightly kicking and flailing. He doesn’t give you a break, immediately unbuckling his pants and shoving his thick cock in you.

You moan at the feeling and the stretch hurts, you don’t remember him being this girthy. He pounds into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You can hear him start to moan and that’s when you realized. Micheal. Fucking. Gavey. Was the one fucking you right now. Not your boyfriend.

You threw the blindfold off and looked at Micheal shocked and embarrassed. You shout at Micheal to get off of you, but Micheal just keeps fucking you. His pace is ruthless and his glasses are foggy. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, you should be screaming at him, calling campus police, anything. But god his cock makes you numb with ecstasy.

“Micheal m’ stop- ah!” You moan, and Micheal just speed up if possible. Omg Micheal is going to make you cum on his cock. Your toes are curling and you try to push him off of you but he’s surprisingly strong. “Don’t fucking push me away, not after you spread yourself so nicely for me. I bet you set this up for me, huh? You just needed to be fucked real good by me in order to get it through your thick skull huh?”

He says and tears form in your eyes from both pleasure and humiliation. “Gods you’re pathetic, even wearing that perfume that makes me feral. You want this, deep inside you do. Look at how well this pussy is taking me. Look at it, do you hear how wet she is for me?”

His words continued to torment you on the brink of ecstasy, and when he places his hands on your throat you’re done for. He squeezes your throat in his hands as he pumps in and out of you in a pace that has to be a world record. Your body seizes, the lack of oxygen making it more numbing.

Your body thrashes and shakes, legs squalling around and your hips bucking upwards as you cum. Your orgasm is so powerful it forces Micheal’s dick out, and your juices go everywhere. You are moaning so loudly and tears are falling. You feel humiliated, hot, numb, and good.

Micheal has the world’s most shit eating grin as he sticks his cock back in you and pumps a few more times before cuming inside you, giving you a creampie. Your legs and body shake as a slight sheen of sweat covers your body. You start crying, feeling awful, and Micheal just holds you.

Your phone goes off but you don’t care who it is, you’re too distraught. Micheal however sees who it is and smirks. It was your boyfriend, calling, such a shame he would never see you like this. Never again. Because why would you need him when you have Micheal Gavey, a cunning math major and an asshole with a big dick.

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The Serpent- Chapter 1

This is an OC! Story, not an X Reader. There might be love interests if requested.

Warnings!- this fic will be dark in later chapters, and will contain stuff that is not dutiable for young audiences. There will be spoilers in later chapters from cannon moments in the book and show. Enjoy!!

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In 124 AC, many servants of the keep come and go in waves. Every so often a new batch of young serving girls arrive at Kings Landing in hopes of earning some coin in order to fend for themselves in the harsh world they live in. This time it is no different, despite the fact that one of the serving girls was stranger than most. Many wanderers of the keep come across the servant girl, and most accounts consist of the same telling. Ice cold, her demeanor that is. A broken lady perhaps? None would know for she never speaks her mind.

At least a third of the serving girls have left the keep in hopes for better days, though in Kamila’s eyes, her fate could have been worse. With her family forgotten lords and ladies of the realm, she had no real family besides her husband, late husband. He passed away to illness, leaving her and his wealth behind. She bore no children, though many attempts did happened over the course of her marriage. Despite being a widow with a fortune, Kamila had no desire to remarry. Some whispers say that she had no heart to give love to those around her, and perhaps that is true.

Regardless whether or not she had a heart, she had hands, hands that could clean the floors of the keep. Her late husband was apart of a rising rebellion against the Targaryens’ rule, and therefore she had no choice but to step up and take his place in the rebellions council. Despite her female anatomy, the men around her on the council begun to appreciate her contributions to the rebellion, so much in fact they chose her to become a rat. Because in war between dragons and man, rats can easily slip away from the claws of a dragon.

She was not alone, for there is usually never a sole rat with an infestation. She along with three other ladies managed their way as servants into the keep. Later in 129 AC the rats would be spilt in two as two remained on the turf of Kings Landing and the other two to Dragonstone. The women would every moon gather in secret in the keep to discus what they have discovered during the time from their last gathering. One letter a moon would be sent back to the rebellions council, discussing the rats finds and plans.

Compared to the other rats she worked with, Kamila never pledged loyalty to the lord in charge of the rebellion, opting to remain loyal to herself instead of a man. Kamila was different than the other rats, and those who would pick apart the keep in search of rats later would discover the same. Her mind worked differently than her other comrades. She saw the world for what it is, an unforgiving world. Through out the many experiences the seven gave her, none gave her peace at mind.

It was a cold morrow, 128 AC, and the keep remained warm. Perhaps it was the dragons in the pit a mere few yards away, or perhaps it was the dragon riders that kept the keep warm. If you asked Kamila, she wouldn’t have answered. That morrow she helped dressed Princess Rhaenyra for court, adorned her in a gorgeous red gown that made many heads turn upon arrival. Despite being there for a few years, Kamila managed to weasel her way into being one of the head servants in the keep, the other three rats had the same success.

Being head servant also meant being able to be in the throne room during court to attend to the lords and ladies, to which the head servants took advantage of graciously. Upon discussion, Kamila would be the eyes, glancing over each lord and their weapons, how many Kingsguards would stand guard by the entrances. Despite her being the eyes, it did not mean she wasn’t the ears too at some point. There were things the other rats didn’t pick up during court, but she did.

Of course, the rats had to stay low, for their worst fear is a hungry dragon waiting to have a small snack. Though Kamila may have not shown her fear for men, she certainly didn’t hide her distaste for their behavior. Many servants if asked will note her sour look, which could go for either gender depending on her mood. Through subtle glances, each message was convoyed and sent in letter form to the rebellions council. Most female servants were not allowed near the dragon pit in fear of scaring of the sleeping dragons, though that didn’t stop Kamila from spending her breaks there.

If one asked what she carried on her person, one might’ve been surprised. In her right pocket lied a dagger and in the left pocket lied a clipping of a butterflies wing curtesy of Princess Helaena herself. Among all of the Targaryen siblings, Princess Helaena might’ve been Kamila’s favorite. She was quiet and her meek nature reminded Kamila of herself in a way. Prince Aemond would’ve been her second favorite Targaryen sibling, only because of his vast knowledge in philosophy and Targaryen history.

Aegon ii would be her least favorite, his behavior made her adamant on not remarrying, even after she finished being a rat. Kamila had no opinion on Princess Rhaenyra as she rarely had the task of dressing her or bathing her. She did however, not miss the glances Princess Rhaenyra gave her uncle Prince Daemon while in court or during supper.

Despite everything Kamila has seen in her pitiful life, she’d rather be a servant girl than a whore at the brothel house. Because the chance of her being defiled by anyone in the keep was low, excluding Aegon ii. Though this doesn’t stop Kamila in wishing she had no consequences and castrate Aegon himself for his perverse behaviors towards some of the serving girls.

But the seven had other plans for Kamila in the future, starting with the death of Lucerys Velaryon.

Omgg I just read your "studying" fic and it got me fanning myself over here. Is there gonna be a part 2? Or can there be a part 2?

Don’t worry, part two is here!!

Final Exam Season

Summery- The last time you were invited to study at Aemond dorm room, things got spicy….maybe this time you’ll actually be able to study.

Warnings- Aemond being bf material, smut, oral (fem receive), hair pulling, Aemond being pussy whipped, things get messy, lock me up. Slight angst and mention of pet death

This is part two of “Studying”-

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Last time you were invited over for a study session, you didn’t actually study, which caused you to get a C- on the quiz. Are you mad at Aemond? No…you aren’t, which is why you come back when he asks you to come over and study.

Aemond greats you with a small shit eating grin and open arms, which you walk into anyways. “There she is..my sexy girl.” Aemond says in a low voice as you two embrace. He shuts the door and locks it so their ‘study’ session isn’t interrupted.

You plop down on his bed and groan, feeling the weight of today crash down on you. Aemond chuckles before joining you on his bed. “Want to tell me about it?” He asks as he plays with a strand of your hair. Though Aemond was traditionally quiet, he knew exactly what to say when he did speak…sometimes.

“I’m just stressed is all…with finals coming up and trying to maintain good grades..” your voice muffled due to your face being smushed by a fluffy pillow. Aemond hums, rubbing a soothing hand over your tense shoulders. “How about we study for about an hour and a half and we can watch that stupid Christmas movie you like?”

It’s not stupid you think, but regardless you sit up right on his bed with a nod. He hands you your backpack and you dig everything out you may need when studying. He helps you study for the most part, but roughly thirty minutes in, you feel overwhelmed. There is a lot on your plate at the moment, finals, trying to remain an honor student, and not to mention your family dog of 13 years had passed away recently.

Aemond sees how your eyes turn glossy, trying to fight back tears. Finals is in a week and a half, you can take a well deserved break till Monday. And with that in mind, Aemond shuts the book in front of you and sets all your stuff to the side. He opens his arms and you don’t hesitate to fall into them. A few tears fall, but you’ll be ok.

Aemond rocks you gently and holds you close. He then kisses your temple and goes to run you a warm bath. He sets out a pair of his sweats and a hoodie of his on the bathroom sink. Aemond gently leads you to the bathroom and kisses your temple, leaving you to bathe. You are in the bathroom bathing for roughly 15 minutes, soaking in the warm water.

The moment you step out of the bathroom in his clothes, you are met with the warm smell of hot chocolate and cookies. He somehow managed to find hot chocolate and cookies and put them in the oven, even going as far as putting Christmas lights around the dorm. He smiles at you and opens his arms wide, and you lay your head on his chest, loving his warmth.

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The moment you sat down on the couch, you can feel some tension leave your body. Aemond sits down with two glasses of hot chocolate and sets them on the table beside the cookies. He then grabs the remote and starts to play the ‘Polar Express’. You smile and watch the movie.

About halfway into the movie, you catch Aemond staring at you. You go to question him about it but he just smiles and kisses your lips. Many people believe he would be rough, his kisses, but in reality they are gentle, with enough passion and love to leave you wanting more. You kiss him back with a small smile, feeling at home with him.

His kisses, once innocent, leads to something more. Aemond lifts up your hoodie up enough to where your breasts are exposed. He kisses your throat and your breasts before playing with them. He massages your hardening nipples and gently swirls it around in his mouth. He squeezes them together a few times before kissing his way down your stomach and above your sweatpants rest.

He looks up at you with his pretty purple eyes and smiles gently, kissing your clothed thighs. Aemond gently removes your sweats, and throws them to the side. He presses sweet kisses from your ankle up to your innermost thigh, and proceeds to do the same on the other leg. He kisses your clothed cunt a few times, breathing in your scent deeply. He places a few more kisses before pulling your underwear off and placing them to the side with your sweatpants.

He gently spreads your legs and props them on his shoulders. He presses a kiss on your pearl, earning a soft moan from you. He kisses and begins to lick a stipe up your cunt. His tongue feels wonderful, not leaving a single crevice unlicked. Aemond sucks and he slurps on your bud, drinking your moans and arousal. His tongue goes deeper and moves to your dripping hole.

He grins, before lapping at your hole like a starved man. He moans as he tastes your arousal on his tongue. His tongue licks and spits gently on your wet cunt, loving the way you squirm and moan. Your hands dig into his hair, pulling gently. You pull his head closer to your cunt, and his sharp nose bumps into your pearl enough times to make you shudder.

His tongue goes from your hole to your pearl, and in absence of his tongue, comes his finger, teasing your cunt. His finger slips in easily due to how wet you are, and he grins. Aemond moans as he licks and swirls your pearl in his mouth. Your pussy clenches around his fingers tightly as you feel your peak coming close. He fingers you, curling his finger to hit that spongy spot that makes you see stars.

Aemond, with a quick flick and suck on your bud, makes your back arch beautiful and your eyes flutter shut. He coaxes your orgasm, licking your juices clean. He presses a soft kiss on your overstimulated clit, before standing up off his knees to grab a wet washcloth. In doing so, he notices a wet spot in his pants, he came in his pants…a bit embarrassing for him.

But he doesn’t mind, seeing you finally relaxed is enough for him. He grabs the wash cloth and comes back to clean you up. Once he does, he hands you a press pair of underwear, and goes into the bathroom to change into new pants and boxers. Aemond comes out just in time for the end credits to roll and to see you with your eyes closed, asleep. He smiles and tucks you in gently, turning off the tv and Christmas lights before joining you under the covers. And with a sweet kiss to your cheek he whispers “good night Princess.”