Omgg I Just Read Your "studying" Fic And It Got Me Fanning Myself Over Here. Is There Gonna Be A Part

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.”

Hiya! Do you write for Michael gavey??

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

Helo! If you're taking request, may I request a modern aemond x reader smut: they're at a party and aemond can't stop touching reader and letting her know how hard he is for her and they end up having sex in the backseat of his car.

Thank you so much!

Of course!

Steamy Nights

Summery- when you were invited by your dear friend helaena to a party hosted by her brother Aegon, you did not expect to get so close to her other brother, Aemond.

Warnings- smut, p in v, pussy eating, groping, dry humping, Aegon, pet names, degradation, Aemond uses the word whore once.

Helaena. Sweet, innocent Helaena, casually during free period that her brother Aegon was throwing a party that Friday night. Normally, I was not one for parties, but seeing her pout and beg for me to come to the party and live a little, changed my mind. That evening, I get a message from the girl saying that it’s just a party and there is no dress code. I throw my phone to the side and go to my closet. I see many outfits, but one stands out to me. It’s a cute cropped tee that shows my stomach with pretty rhinestones on it in the shape of a butterfly. Originally, I was going to pair it with pants but due to the weather being hot, I opted for shorts, only to find none of them clean and or small. I then go for a skirt which I recently received for my birthday by my aunt.

It was roughly 9:15 when I arrived at the party. The party started at 9:00, so it had only been 15 minutes, regardless, it was filled with people. I walked in, and immediately the scent of alcohol wafted through the house. The house itself was a sight, teens dancing and drinking as if they won’t have a hangover in the morning. I shimmy past a few partygoers, and make my way to the kitchen in search for Helaena, not noticing the sharp eyes of a certain Targaryen watching me.

I enter the kitchen and find Helaena dressed in a shirt and ripped jeans. She is talking to another girl, when she notices me and smiles brightly. “Omg! You came!” She says while hugging me, I smell a tiny hint of alcohol coming from her, but she isn’t drunk. I smile at her and say, “well I had nothing better to do.”. Helaena laughs before introducing me to the girl she was talking to before. Her name was Lana, a sophomore at Kingslanding High School, the same school most of the people here went too. I smile and say hi to her.

All while this is happening, I can feel eyes watching me. Suddenly, someone appears behind me and places a hand on my shoulder. I jump slightly and move out of their way. It was Aemond, wearing a black tee and black jeans paired with black boots. He smelled of cigarettes and mint with a hint of vanilla. He stares at me with his one eye, before gruffly walking past me and grabbing a beer from the fridge. As soon as he has the beer in his hand, he stands up and leaves, not saying a word.

I cant help but stare as he walks away, albeit confused and curious. I turn to Helaena who shrugs at me. “What was that about?”, I ask and she says that she didn’t know. I sigh and decide to grab myself a drink. I open the fridge, finding various amounts of liquor. I grab a bottle of booze and pour it in a red solo cup, provided by Helaena. The stench of the booze wafts into my nose. I ignore it and take a swig.

A loud cheer is heard from the partygoers as Aegon and Cregan play a game of beer pong. Aegon loses but not before chugging a cup of beer. I slight grimace due to his non restraint to alcohol. Regardless, I stand and watch them play, unaware of a predator watching my every move. I continue to sip on my booze before gasping as I’m quickly dragged off to a dark corner of the room. I can smell the scent of cigarettes and mint, meaning Aemond is the one who dragged me. But before I could even ask, his head nuzzles into my neck and he breathes deeply.

“I don’t know what game you are playing, but it better fucking stop.”, he growls sending a shiver up my spine. His hands ghost over my hips, creating goose bumps in their wake. “I don’t know what you are even talking abou-” I say, before getting cut off by Aemond licking my neck. I should push him away, slap him, call for help, but I do none of those things except freeze. I can feel the heat pool in between my thighs. Aemond continues biting and sucking on my neck, leaving a hickey. He presses against me, and I can feel his hard on behind me. The fabric of his jeans catch my clothed pearl, earning a little moan from me.

But just as that happens, he disappears, leaving me flustered and frustrated. I quickly attempt to gather myself before ingesting more booze. After a moment, the booze kicks in, and my confidence levels rise. I try to forget all about what happened by dancing to the music, grinding against a partygoer who is drunk. He wasn’t ugly, but not outstandingly hot. I’m pulled Away for the second time that night, from the boy by Aegon who seemed shitfaced. He grinds against my ass, and I in-turn grind against him.

Aegon places his hands on my hips, before noticing a cheerleader and ditching me. It’s like he ghosted me, and I sigh before dancing again. My hips sway and move enticingly, feeling my self and the music. For a third and final time, I am pulled away from the dance floor and outside. The night sky shines of many stars, and I can see who is pulling me. It’s Aemond, again. I sigh, not in the mood for his antics. Aemond quickly pins me against the side of his car. He is close to me, close enough I can smell the smell of beer from his lips.

His gaze is intense and his jaw is clenched. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing.” He spits, and I look up at him confused and irritated. “No, what the fuck are you doing?!” I say, and Aemond’s grip on me tightens. “Don’t change the subject pretty, what the fuck were you doing with Aegon?” He says, in a dark tone, I swallow being saying. “We just dancing, why? You jealous that he was able to touch me?” I tease him, which was a mistake.

Aemond opens his backseat door and pushes me into the backseat. He follows, closing the door and locking it. There isn’t a lot of room in his backseat, and Aemond pulls my legs apart and over his shoulders. He nips my inner thighs, and presses wet kisses on them. He leaves marks and bites all over the inner part of my thighs. He presses a kiss on my clothed cunt, and to his amusement, is soaked. The thong panty I wore, had given me away completely.

“You are such a dirty slut aren’t you? Being this wet for me?” He murmurs and grabs my panties with his teeth, pulling them down and stuffing them in his pocket. My bare cunt is glistening in front of him, soaked with arousal. Aemond licks his lips before licking a stripe up the side of my wet folds. I bite my lip, holding back small moans. Aemond then licks another stripe on the other side of my folds. Then, without hesitation, he sucks on my pearl, causing my back to arch off the seats. My hand finds his head and tangles my fingers through his silky hair.

The other hand holds on the seat for dear life as Aemond eats me like a starved man. His tongue flicks and sucks my bundle of nerves before his finger teases my hole. He then inches his finger into my velvety walls, and they clamp on his finger. He pumps his finger in and out of me, still sucking and licking my pearl. I feel my orgasm coming up from the pleasure, and I moan as he adds another finger. His fingers pump out of me at a deliberate pace. My juices cost his fingers, and he adds a third finger. The stretch burns deliciously and I clamp down on him with a moan.

With a loud moan, I cum around his fingers, feeling my juices flood his hand and wrist. I’m breathing heavily as I hear him unbuckle his jeans. He groans, feeling his hard cock free. With a few tugs of his cock, he presses slaps his heavy cock on my pussy. I whine, feeling overstimulated. He grins before saying. “You got a condom or you on the pill?” I nod, already being fucked dumb. “M on the pill.”

And with that he grins, shoving his cock head in my entrance. Due to me being stretched, it doesn’t hurt entering me. I let out a moan, feeling full. This makes Aemond groan, as my walls flutter around his cock. He starts pumping in and out of me, before setting a ruthless rhythm. My pussy squelches as he fucks me. He handles me as if I am a fleshlight. I moan, feeling his balls slap against me. He groans and says, “look at you, taking my cock so well. Fuck, it’s like this pussy was made for me.” He pulls my shirt up and frees my tits. He slaps them gently as he fucks me, enticing a moan.

My legs are shaking, and Aemond groans as he flips the position. I’m now on his lap, and he inserts his cock again and grabs my ass and pulls me off and on his cock. My toes curl as this position has him hitting the spongy part in me. I moan and small tears roll down my face from the pleasure. Aemond gropes and massages my ass. His hips snap against mine, and I moan. Sweat rolls down his forehead and the windows of the car are fogging up.

“Fuck I’m close, keep bouncing on me like the whore you are. Cmon pretty.” He moans as I bounce on his cock. My walls tighten and flutter around his cock and he can’t take it much longer. He rubs my pearl feverishly, and coaxes my orgasm to come faster. A few more thrusts and with him rubbing my pearl so deliciously, it doesn’t take long for me to orgasm. I clench around him tightly and throw my head back with my eyes rolled, feeling the steering white pleasure. Aemond groans and pulls his cock out of me and with a few tugs he finishes on my stomach.

He then fights the urge to get hard again as he swipes his cum off my stomach and tells me to open up. I do and he sticks his finger in my mouth. Making me taste his seed. He groans, feeling my tongue swirl around his finger. “Fuck baby, next time I’m gonna use your mouth.” He groans. I look up at him and smile coyly. “Next time?” He lets out a huff of laughter before pulling me closer onto his lap. He kisses me on the lips, gently holding my chin. He then lights up a cigarette, and I stare at the steamy windows of the car.

“Do you think anyone saw us? Or knew what we were doing?” I ask, drawing a smiley face on the window. “Who cares, if anything they’d be jealous because Im your boyfriend.” He says and I look at him, “you’re my boyfriend?” I ask. He freezes with a blush, a drastic change from earlier. “I can be if you want..” he says in a soft tone, bringing a smile to my face. “Sure, let’s go to that café downtown. I’ve heard it’s really good, plus there is a bookstore right next to it.” I say and he hums, agreeing. “Sounds like a plan.”

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.

I was upset because Ewan is in Brazil and I wanted to see him so my mom took me to watch Saltburn. I liked the movie and I was so happy to see Ewan on screen. As always he was incredible with his range and I loved when he was on screen.

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?