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Hey guys, I want to apologize for being away for such a long time. I promise I’m not abandoning this account; a lot of unfortunate things happened to me all at once, and I’m just trying to get back on my feet. I will return to writing as soon as I’m stable again. ​And ill have a few new fandoms that I'm willing to write for! <3

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Came back just to post this

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40 FICTIONAL FEMALE DYNAMICS #9. Taissa Turner & Shauna Shipman (Yellowjackets)

I'm scared to go to sleep. Then I'll stay awake, okay? And I won't let you go anywhere.

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Let it be known that my favorite Yellowjackets Characters are Shauna Lottie and Tai

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A messy haired Sansa I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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riding jackie while running my nails down her abs

🚙 ᖚ —– riding jackie in shauna’s car

jackie and you were in shauna's car. earlier that day, you had all agreed that you'd be the designated driver to take them home, so when shauna handed you her car keys later that night, it was with the understanding that you would be sober enough to drive after the party.

however, what shauna didn't know was that as soon as she handed you the keys, you'd dash towards her car with jackie and drive it a few blocks down, parking it in a dimly lit abandoned area, and arch your back with each aggressive thrust of your pussy against her strap-on.

"f–fuck jackie," you mumbled breathlessly as you rode her. the sensation of her girth rubbing against your walls and ruthlessly stretching them was driving you insane. your hands were clutching her shoulders, while she held you tightly around the waist, guiding your movements.

jackie's eyes were tightly shut as she bit her lower lip. her nails dug deeper and deeper into your skin with each thrust, the overwhelming feeling of her strap making delicious friction against her clitoris, which was already throbbing.

in one swift motion, you slid your hands from her shoulders to the collar of her preppy button-down shirt. you grasped it tightly, pulling her towards to you, and the two of you crashed into a bruising kiss.

as her tequila-favoured lips sucked on your lower lip, her hands squeezed your hips in a rhythmic way, pulling you harder into her faux cock with increasing speed. “mmh–” a moan escaped your lips, but was quickly silenced by her tongue, which took that opportunity to attack your mouth, exploring it fully.

lost in the sensation of your tongues moving in perfect unison and her cock moving in and out of your wet, tight cunt, you slid your fingers from her collar to the centre of her shirt, placed your fingers between the button holes, and tore it in half with all your strength, her shirt buttons flying out.

“y/n! what the heck? i just got that on sale!” she complained. however, you simply rolled your eyes and pulled her into another heated kiss. as you did, you ran your nails down her toned abs, making her groan in pleasure.

“we can stop if you want to,” you suggested, breaking the kiss and reducing your hip movements.

“fuck the shirt,” she said hurriedly, her swollen lips returning to yours. she let go of the firm hold her nails had on your hips and gripped them firmly in her open hands. breaking the kiss, she slightly lifted you up before starting to push into your pussy with newfound urgency, attempting to find release.

wet slapping sounds echoed off the car windows as she bottomed out inside you at a relentless pace—again, and again, and again.

“y-yes– just like that,” you slurred, clawing her abdomen with your fingertips, making her groan at the delicious burning sensation.

“still wanna stop?” she grunted cockily, her eyes locked onto yours.

you just moaned in response, unable to process her words. she slipped a hand under your bra and grabbed one of your breasts, beginning to vigorously pinch your nipple between her fingers.

“ffuck— ‘m gonna—” as the orgasm interrupted you with great force, you moaned out her name, clutching tight to her abdomen which was already very reddened from your constant gripping and scratching. your pussy contracted repeatedly around jackie's girth, who continued to ram inside you. however, it didn’t take long before her body started to stiffen beneath yours, her rhythm becoming sloppier with each slap.

“s–shit, y/n,” she managed to babble, finally reaching her climax. one last forceful thrust was all she needed before collapsing beneath you, halting her movements and uttering a loud groan.

you slumped on top of her—and the two of you remained silent, recovering and enjoying each other's warmth before tidying up and driving back to the party.

n/a. the moment i saw this thought i IMMEDIATELY started writing this istg 😭😭 sorry if it’s bad i wrote it half asleep

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☆ Natalie Scatorccio SFW Alphabet 🦝 ⋆｡°✩

Natalie Scatorccio x GNC reader

Request: From an irl

Warnings: N/a

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Nat isn’t the overly affectionate type in public, but in private, she’s more tender than she lets on. She’ll casually sling an arm around your shoulder, ruffle your hair, or press a kiss to your temple. Her love language is quality time—she just wants to be with you, whether it’s talking, sharing a cigarette, or driving around with the radio blasting.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She’d be the fun, chaotic best friend who drags you into trouble but always has your back. Your friendship probably starts because you’re one of the few people who really see her—who don’t judge her for her reputation. She pretends not to care about much, but she’d be fiercely loyal to you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes, but she acts like she doesn’t. She’ll be all “Ugh, fine” but secretly loves it. When she’s tired or feeling vulnerable, she clings to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and burying her face in your neck. She prefers lazy, sleepy cuddles, half-draped over you like a human blanket.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The idea of settling down scares her because she’s never really had a stable home life. But with the right person, she’d love the idea of having something real. As for cooking and cleaning… she tries, but she’s a mess. Expect burnt toast, instant ramen, and dishes left in the sink for too long.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Natalie would self-sabotage before outright breaking up. She’d act distant, hoping you’d be the one to leave first so she wouldn’t have to. If she had to do it, though, she’d be blunt—cold, even—because she thinks it’s easier that way. But she’d regret it the second you were gone.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment is terrifying to her. It takes her a long time to believe she’s even worthy of being loved, let alone making it official. Marriage isn’t something she ever thought about, but if she did propose, it would be unplanned and impulsive—maybe after a late-night conversation where she realizes she wants forever with you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, she’s a little rough—playful shoves, teasing nudges, pulling you into her lap without thinking. But emotionally? She tries so hard to be careful with you. She’s not always good at talking about feelings, but she listens, and when she loves someone, she does it with everything she has.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She doesn’t give hugs often because she isn't really the hugging type, but when she does, they mean something. After a long day, after a fight, after a moment when she realizes how much you mean to her—those are the times she’ll hold you like she never wants to let go.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She takes a while to say it. She’s scared of love, of being abandoned. But when she finally says it, it’s in a quiet moment—maybe when she thinks you’re asleep, or after something bad happens and she realizes she can’t lose you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Nat gets so jealous, but she plays it off with sarcasm. She’ll roll her eyes and make a snarky comment, but her grip tightens on your hand, and her mood sours fast. If she feels really threatened, she’ll get reckless—picking unnecessary fights just to prove something.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses are slow and lingering like she’s memorizing the way you feel. She loves kissing your shoulder, your temple—places that feel intimate but casual. As for where she likes to be kissed? Her jaw. It makes her shiver every time.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She’s awkward around kids but weirdly good with them. They like her because she doesn’t talk down to them and lets them get away with way too much. But the idea of being responsible for a kid terrifies her—she’s convinced she’d mess them up.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Nat are slow and lazy. She’s not a morning person, so expect her to groan dramatically when you try to get up. She’ll pull you back into bed, mumbling something about “five more minutes” before promptly falling asleep on top of you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are for deep conversations, old music, and tangled limbs. If she can’t sleep, she’ll convince you to sneak out for a drive or just lay with her, talking about anything and everything.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

Nat doesn’t open up easily. It takes a long time for her to trust someone enough to be vulnerable. She won’t sit you down and spill her life story—it comes out in bits and pieces, usually when she’s tired or emotional.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She has a short fuse. She’s always been the type to lash out first and think later, but she tries to reign it in with you. If you’re the one she’s mad at, she’ll storm off, needing space before she says something she regrets.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?)

She remembers the weirdest little things—your favorite snack, how you take your coffee, the song that makes you cry. She’s bad at dates and anniversaries, but she’ll notice when you’re upset before you even say anything.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

That first moment she realized she loved you. Maybe it was when you stood up for her, or when you made her laugh after a shitty day. Whatever it was, she never forgot it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Natalie is extremely protective. She won’t hesitate to throw a punch if someone messes with you. But she also wants to be protected—she won’t admit it, but she loves it when you take care of her, whether it’s patching her up after a fight or just holding her when she’s had a bad day.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She tries, but she’s more of a spur-of-the-moment person. She’ll take you on random road trips instead of planning fancy dates. When it comes to gifts, expect things that mean something—her favorite mixtape, a jacket that smells like her.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Smoking, bottling up her feelings, running away when things get too real. She also has a tendency to self-destruct, pushing people away when she’s at her lowest.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She doesn’t care much, but she knows how to work her image. She puts effort into looking effortlessly cool but won’t freak out over a bad hair day.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She won’t admit it, but yes. Losing you would break her.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She loves driving at night with the windows down and the music blasting—it makes her feel free.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like?)

Fake people, being talked down to, and being controlled.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

She steals the covers and sprawls out, taking up the whole bed. If you try to move her, she’ll just wrap herself around you instead.

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you know what? Maybe I will write Noncon!

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shauna shipman can eat me for lunch

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if you see me in an abusive relationship with her…don’t save me😂😂😂

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Age Gap April😝!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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bruise violet ⋆

— about: your step-sister, shauna, has been pining over you for months.

— pairing: shauna shipman x fem reader.

— warnings: noncon, stepcest, somno, manipulation, abuse. 18+ nsfw content.

— wc: 1.5k

shauna knew that she shouldn't think about you the way that she did. alright? she wasn’t stupid. but how could she not look when all you did was wear those skimpy little shorts and constantly act so innocently provocative? it wasn’t as if the two of you were related by blood, or anything. though honestly, a sick part of her wasn’t sure that even that would waver her interest in you. she’d stalked and pined, just waiting for her constraint to finally break so she could take you exactly as she wanted – and tonight was the night. 

you were sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware of any ulterior motives that your step-sister had possessed towards you. you understood the bounds of such a close relation, and you’d never once think of shauna in that way. 

but shauna was your polar opposite, dark hair and dark eyes and an even darker demeanor. 

shauna stalked into your room, her ears listening closely for any rustling of any kind. when all she heard was soft, barely distinct breathing and the sound of the warm night wind blowing through your window, she decided she’d let herself in. your parents finally weren’t home, and she’d waited weeks for this. 

she admired you briefly, not lingering on places even if she yearned to do so. she had a plan, and she also knew that you were quite a light sleeper. 

shauna’s hands grazed delicately over your body, sliding the hem of your shirt up so she could touch the supple, warm skin of your stomach. she’d always liked how soft you were, intentionally getting injured or feigning sorrow so your gentle touches on her shoulder or wrist would linger for longer and become more frequent. 

she started slightly tame, admiring you in the only way she’d ever known how. ever since shauna was young, all she’d ever known was take, take, take. is it really all her fault that doing this is the only way she’d ever make you understand just how disgusting and cacoethe you made her feel?

slowly, shauna’s hands gained more intent, trailing up to the slopes of your breasts and just barely grazing your nipples. she wanted to savor this for as long as she could, trying her absolute best to not wake you. she knew exactly how you’d react, how disgusted in her you’d be. 

every touch sent shivers down her own spine, a sick satisfaction swimming through her stomach and right down to the delicate space between her thighs. the brunette grew harsher, light touches against nipples and soft caressing of skin transforming into pinching stiff buds and gripping warm flesh. this is how you made her, disgusting and animalistic and willing to take you in whatever way she wanted. 

but you were a light sleeper after all, and eventually her perverted little game would all come crashing down, right?  

“what’s – what’s going on?” you murmured, voice as sweet as honey and infiltrating shauna’s ears in an instant. she’d been grinding against you like a desperate animal, pinching at your nipples and watching them grow increasingly swollen underneath her unwanted touch. 

“go back to sleep,” shauna huffed, a bite to her tone as she continued aggressively touching you. she was too close now, and she wasn’t going to stop just because you woke up. she always was the stronger one between the two of you, countless years of soccer and training causing her to maintain her power. 

you started squirming, slowly but surely fading into consciousness. all you could see was your step-sister’s face in the dark of your room, looming over you and taking you for all that you were. you could feel grabby hands creating sensitive and uncomfortable sensations in your nipples and nails digging into your side. 

“shauna, please.. i don’t –” you whined, trying to squirm out from underneath her to no avail. shauna just kept grunting on top of you, forcing her hands and fingers into and against places that you would've never willingly let her touch. 

your words were cut off, though, a rough hand moving from your side to force two fingers down your dry throat. you choked around the digits, mumbling barely coherent pleads of ‘no’ and ‘please stop’. 

“just.. just shut the fuck up,” shauna bit out, moving her other hand from the swollen buds of your chest down, down, down. she wasn’t gentle or kind, not caring whether the angel laying beneath her found anything she did pleasurable. you were just a subject of her desire, a beautiful obsession.

with absolutely no preparation, shauna slipped two long and rough fingers into your cunt. thankfully, you’d at least been wet from her earlier manipulation of your nipples. it still hurt, though, pain rushing through your body as she forced them as deep as they could possibly go. 

the brunette was practically growling on top of you, humping at your thigh with rough and frenzied motions of her hips. all you could do was watch, tears pricking at your eyes and throat sore as shauna kept her fingers lodged in your throat to keep you quiet. 

“why are you so wet if you don’t like it?” shauna asked breathlessly, continuing to move her fingers in and out with fervor as she humped your thigh. you could tell from her flushed cheeks and sloppy motions that she was getting close, completely losing herself over the unwanted control she possessed over you. 

you stared up into her brown eyes, whining and moaning around her fingers as she fucked your cunt relentlessly. her thumb was rubbing rough, uneven circles against your swollen clit. of course you didn't want this, but your body was telling a different story. 

“tell me – tell me you love me,” shauna whimpered out, sliding her fingers out of your throat with a squelch and bringing them to her own mouth to suckle at your sweet saliva. she looked so depraved as she loomed over you, big eyes pleading and cheeks a dark pink. 

you didn’t respond, you couldn’t. she was fucking you so roughly that even as you were given the permission to actually speak and scream, words refused to leave your throat. 

shauna wasn’t happy with your silence. she brought that same wet hand, covered in your shared saliva, right to the warm flesh of your cheek. she slapped hard, loud enough to signal anyone around. except, there wasn’t anyone except the two of you anymore. just as shauna had planned.

“i fucking – fuck, i said tell me you love me,” shauna moaned, a possessive and dominant edge to her voice that wasn’t strong enough to cover how utterly desperate she was for your affection and love. 

“i.. i love you, shauna,” you choked out, voice weak and hoarse as tears trickled down your cheeks. you were so close, teetering on the brink of a release as shauna continued to roughly fuck into you. your cheek burned where she’d slapped you, showcasing a welted, red mark of her possession. 

with that, shauna crashed over the edge. she whimpered out strings of your name, eyes squeezing shut as she grunted and continued to grind out her orgasm slowly. 

she craned her neck down to take your lips in a forceful, sloppy kiss as she continued to rub her fingers against that fleshy spot inside you that she was sure would drive you over the edge. 

“shauna, fuck,” you practically screamed, your body convulsing as you clenched desperately around her protruding digits. your voice was weak and your throat was sore, and yet the orgasm shauna had given you had been one of the best feelings you’d ever felt in your entire life. you felt nearly as sick as her, releasing all over her fingers as you moaned into her mouth. 

shauna finally pulled away, a trail of shared saliva following as she panted. there was a satisfied glint in her dark eyes as she brought her newly slick fingers to her mouth, tasting your juices on her sticky digits. you just stared, panting and still terrified to make any sudden movements.

“don’t tell anyone about this.. okay? not your friends, not our parents – not anyone,” shauna mumbled around her fingers, staring into your eyes as she slowly crawled off of you. her hair was mussed and wild, a wet spot on her shorts from where she’d came simply from touching you and grinding against you. 

you wordlessly nodded, fearful of what would happen if you disobeyed her. you could still feel the ghost of her fingers inside of you and the tingling feeling of the slap she’d left on your cheek. 

shauna just stared at you in response, swallowing roughly and slowly walking out of your room on weak legs. you couldn’t sleep the rest of the night, afraid of and anticipating what she’d do next. 

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Wolverine who’s scared of needles 🫣

☆ Logan Howlett x Reader 🐺 ⋆｡°✩

Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: Needles

Word Count: 674

Summary: Somehow Logan gets sick, so the reader takes him to get checked out by Beast

An: I wasn't sure if you meant reader who was afraid of needles or Logan so I just went with Logan because it seemed cuter

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Logan didn’t get sick. His healing factor made sure of that.

At least, that’s what you thought.

So when you found him slumped over on the couch, looking pale and miserable, you knew something was really wrong.

“Logan?” You crouched beside him, pressing a hand to his forehead. His skin was hot—way too hot. “Shit. You’re burning up, are you sick?”

Logan grumbled, cracking an eye open. It was bloodshot, rimmed with exhaustion. “’M fine.”

You gave him a deadpan look. “You’re sweating through your flannel.”

“I run hot.”

“Logan.”

He groaned, turning his face into the couch like a stubborn child refusing to get out of bed. “It’s just a cold.”

“You don’t get colds.”

Silence.

That was the confirmation you needed. Logan was one of the toughest people you knew—grumpy, sure, but resilient. The fact that he wasn’t up and moving, that he wasn’t even trying to shake it off, meant something was seriously off.

With a sigh, you grabbed his wrist and hauled him up, ignoring his grunt of protest. “C’mon, we’re going to see Hank.”

Logan let out another groan, but he didn’t fight you—probably because he didn’t have the energy to fight you. And that? That was a bad sign.

Dragging Logan into the lab was a task in itself. He leaned heavily against you, cursing under his breath every time his legs wobbled. It was almost funny, seeing the big bad Wolverine reduced to this. Almost.

Hank took one look at him and sighed. “Ah. The mighty Wolverine has finally met his match.”

Logan scowled. “Shut up, McCoy.”

Hank smiled but didn’t push further. He helped you ease Logan onto the exam table before beginning his work, checking vitals, running a few quick tests. Logan barely had the energy to glare through the process.

After a few minutes, Hank nodded to himself. “Looks like your healing factor is working against you. Your body’s trying to fight off a virus it doesn’t recognize, but it’s overcompensating. It’s throwing everything it’s got at the infection, which is why you feel bad.”

You crossed your arms. “So what’s the fix?”

Hank turned, grabbing a syringe from the counter. “A simple antiviral shot should do the trick.”

The second Logan saw the needle, he bolted.

Well. He tried to.

He got maybe two steps before his knees buckled, and you caught him before he could faceplant onto the lab floor.

“Logan.” You steadied him, gripping his arms. “Are you seriously afraid of needles?”

He scoffed, but his voice came out weaker than usual. “No.”

Hank raised a brow. “Then why are you trying to escape my medical care?”

Logan gritted his teeth. “I just don’t like them.”

You snorted. “You literally have metal claws shooting out of your knuckles on a daily basis, but a little shot freaks you out?”

Logan shot you a withering glare. “That’s different.”

You sighed, rubbing soothing circles on his arm without really thinking about it. “Logan. It’s gonna be fine. I promise.”

He muttered something under his breath but let you guide him back to the chair. His jaw was tight, shoulders bunched with tension.

So, you took his hand.

Logan blinked at you, caught off guard. His hand was warm—almost feverish—but it still fit solidly in yours.

You just smiled. “Squeeze if you need to.”

His ears turned a little pink, but he didn’t pull away.

Hank, to his credit, didn’t tease. He just prepped the shot quickly and efficiently. The needle went in—swift, painless.

Logan didn’t even flinch.

You smirked. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

Logan grumbled something unintelligible.

Hank chuckled as he disposed of the syringe. “You’ll be back to your usual, brooding self in no time.”

As you helped Logan up, you patted his arm. “I think you deserve a reward for being so brave.”

He shot you a look. “I wasn’t scared.”

You just grinned. “Uh-huh. C’mon, big guy. Let’s get you some soup.”

Logan grumbled the whole way to the kitchen.

But he didn’t let go of your hand.

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ghost jackie dearest

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Can i request Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra daughter reader where reader finds Alicent crying and upset and comforts her and they end up fucking, viserys lives longer in this story so reader is of age

☆Alicent Hightower x Reader 🏰⋆｡°✩

Alicent Hightower x Fem!Rhaenyra’s Daughter Reader

Request: Yes

Warnings: Smut, pseudo-incest

Word Count: 2359

An: I made the reader bastardphobic so she and Alicent would have something in common + slight Viserys bashing cause he’s an easy target. Also I fear this isn't my best work but I wanted to get it done before I got on this plane I'm so sorry anon. And no title cause I couldn’t come up with one :<

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The halls of the Red Keep were suffocating. The stone walls that once held warmth now pressed in like a cage, trapping you in a place that had never felt like home. Not truly.

You had grown up watching your mother fight for a crown that should have been hers by right, but you had never been one for politics. If anything, you hated the crown for how it affected you. As the third eldest, between Lucerys and Joffrey, you were never in the running for the throne. Because of this, you had watched your brothers be doted upon by your grandsire while you were met with indifference. Viserys had always claimed to love his family, yet his love was selective—reserved for Rhaenyra when it suited him, for her sons—not your brothers. It was obvious that those three bastards weren’t fully your kin; they lacked the Velaryon look, which made you even more bitter.

You were an afterthought.

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Dinner had been a disaster.

It had begun with good intentions. A rare gathering between the two sides of the royal family, with Viserys at the head of the table, sick but determined to keep the peace. Your mother sat to one side of him, her sons(you refused to call them your brothers) at her side, while Queen Alicent and her children sat on the other. And you? You had been placed awkwardly between them, the unacknowledged daughter, a silent observer.

At first, Viserys made an effort to speak to everyone, offering smiles and words of affection. But as the evening wore on, it became painfully obvious where his heart lay.

He toasted about your mother first, calling her his “beloved daughter” with a voice thick with emotion. He praised her strength, her wisdom. Then he turned to Jace, to Luke, even to little Joffrey, his eyes bright with pride. He called them the future of the realm, their mother’s legacy. You grinded your teeth

But when it came time to acknowledge Alicent’s children—his flesh and blood—he hesitated. Aegon received a passing remark, Aemond was barely acknowledged, and Helaena was forgotten altogether.

And you? You were not even worth a glance.

You had expected it. But Alicent had not.

You could see the way her fingers curled against the tablecloth, knuckles white with tension. The way her lips pressed together, there was a flicker of pain in her eyes. But the look disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced by a carefully schooled expression.

Viserys did not love her children the way he loved Rhaenyra’s. The same way he did not care for you as he did those bastards.

By the time the meal had ended, Alicent excused herself, her composure was barely intact. No one else seemed to notice—no one except you.

Which was how you found yourself here now, in the dim lighting of the sept, watching as the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms sat hunched before the altar, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

You maybe should have left her alone. Instead, you stepped forward, your voice low.

“He doesn’t see you either, does he?”

Alicent sucked in a sharp breath and turned, her eyes red-rimmed.

“Princess,” she said, her voice raw. “You should not be here at this hour.”

“I could say the same to you.”

She looked away, fingers clutching at the folds of her dress. “It is not seemly for a queen to cry.”

“Perhaps,” you agreed, stepping closer. “But it is not kingly for a husband to shun his wife and children either”

Her breath hitched.

Without asking, you sat beside her, just as you had before. The silence stretched between you, heavy and unspoken. You let it.

When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “I have done everything for him. I have given him sons, ruled in his absence, and upheld his peace. And still, he…” She trailed off, shaking her head.

“He loves my mother more.” The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

Alicent exhaled sharply as if struck. “Yes,” she admitted, closing her eyes. “I expected it, yes, but I did not know that he would make it so… apparent.”

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, carefully, you reached for her Gran hand. It was cold beneath your touch, tense with grief.

“I understand how you feel,” you murmured. “He ignores me for my mother's sons.”

“Your mother's sons,” Alicent said “Your brothers?”

“No, her sons” you corrected

Alicent nodded, the weight of it unspoken but understood.

You bumped your shoulder against hers in a quiet gesture of comfort. “He’s a fool for ignoring you. I think you’re quite the catch.”

“Do not call your grandfather a fool,” Alicent chided, but her tone was lighter than before, and there was the faintest smile on her lips.

Perhaps, for the first time in both your lives, neither of you were alone.

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After that night in the sept, something seemed to shift.

It was subtle—fleeting glances across the dining hall, hushed conversations in the gardens where no one could overhear. You began spending more time with your step-grandmother than with your own mother. You told yourself it was all to spite Viserys. If he would not be there for either of you, then you would be there for each other. You began to favor your uncles and aunt over your supposed ‘brothers’

Every lingering look, every quiet moment spent in Alicent’s company was just another way to claim what Viserys never gave you. He did not notice, of course. And neither did Rhaenyra, too busy with preserving her image in a realm that did not want her on the throne.

But that excuse grew harder to believe with each passing day.

The Queen had always been a picture of restraint, bound by her duties and devotion. But with you, she was something else—unguarded and sometimes even tender.

It was late one evening when she was the one to seek you out. Usually, it was the other way around.

You were seated by the fire, staring at the flames, when she slipped inside your chambers without a word. The door shut with a soft click.

You turned to her, unsurprised by her entrance. “Another difficult night?” you asked, watching as she hesitated by the threshold.

She exhaled, nodding. “Aegon went out into the city again. Aemond is…being Aemond. And Helaena” She sighed, rubbing her temple. “She isn’t speaking again. And the King doesn’t care about any of it.”

Your lips curled into something bitter. “As expected.”

A silence settled between you, thick with tension.

“Maybe you should not be too harsh on him,” you said “After all his old age is getting the best of him, soon he will forget about my mother and her bastards too” You were trying to get her to smile but she didn’t 

Then, slowly, Alicent stepped closer. “You are not like your brothers,” she murmured, almost to herself. 

You snorted “Of course not I have my Valyrian hair and they have Ser Strong’s features”

She shook her head. “Yes, but you are sharper. You see things they do not.”

You grew silent, watching her carefully. “And what is it that you see, my Queen?”

For a moment, she said nothing. Then, in a move so hesitant yet deliberate, she reached out, brushing her fingers along your wrist. It was such a small thing, a ghost of a touch, yet it sent something molten curling in your gut.

She should not be here.

You should not want her to stay.

But neither of you moved away. It was inevitable, really.

Instead, you reached up, your fingers tracing the soft skin of her wrist, feeling the rapid pulse beneath. “This is a dangerous thing ,” you murmured.

“Yes,” she whispered, but she did not pull away.

You could have ended it then. You could have laughed, let go, pretended none of this had ever happened.

But instead, you lifted her hand to your lips, pressing the faintest kiss to her fingertips.

Alicent inhaled sharply. “This is madness,” she said, but her voice was trembling, her body swaying ever so slightly toward yours.

Your lips curled. “Then tell me to stop.”

She opened her mouth, but no words came.

And that was answer enough.

When you pressed your lips against hers, she didn’t pull away, but she was awfully stiff, so you pulled back.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want—”

“No, no,” Alicent cut you off. “It’s just that…” She sighed and trailed off. How was she supposed to explain that, as a 30-year-old woman who had been married for 15 years, she had little experience with kissing or lovemaking beyond simply lying there and taking it?

“It’s okay,” you said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll go slow.”

You kissed again, and you led her toward your bed. Despite your promise to take things slow, you couldn’t help but slip your tongue into her mouth when she moaned. As she fell back onto the bed, her fingers dug into your shoulders, pulling you down with her.

You took your time, pressing kisses along her jaw, neck, and shoulders. The low neckline of her dress granted easy access. Your fingers traced the intricate designs of her bodice before reaching for the lace at the back, the delicate ties holding it all together. You paused, looking up at her for confirmation.

“Yes.”

That was all you needed. You tugged at the laces, and the dress fell apart surprisingly easily. More of her skin was revealed, and you eagerly returned to kissing her skin. You pulled her dress off leaving her in her shift but you discarded that as well.

You had to keep yourself from letting out an embarrassing moan as her body was revealed to you. Alicent's breasts were full and round, she had slight weight to her due to her multiple pregnancies, and her thighs were thick and shapely but you couldn’t keep your eyes from the auburn bush in between her legs, she was exquisite.

Your mouth latched onto her breast sucking and teething on them as if you were a babe. Hands flew to your hair as you did so “Ah—” Alicent tugged on your hair but that only encouraged you. As you sucked on one breast you fondled the other, you switched back and forth between sucking and fondling her breast never staying on one for too long.

You looked up at Alicent to see that her head was tilted back, her eyes were closed, and she was red in the face. She tugged on your hair again to get you to continue. “Please…” you obeyed.

You dragged your tongue down Alicent’s stomach which caused her to shiver “You seemed quite experienced in these sorts of things princess” she said in an almost accusatory tone

You chuckled, slightly nervous. You may or may not have snuck out into the slimier side of the city a few times, sometimes with Aegon. “I assure you, grandmother, I am untouched and my maidenhead is still intact. But do you have any right to judge, considering our current situation?”

Alicent pushed your head down, her face was even more red “Do not call me that while we are like this…please”

You smiled as you kissed your way down her stomach, licking at a stretch mark on the way before reaching where Alicent really needed you.

You gave her cunt an experimental lick, she tasted salty and a bit tangy but you liked it. You gave a few more catlicks before diving in completely. You found the hard point of Alicent’s clit and began to lap at it with the flat of your tongue.

“Oh—oh” Alicent whined “Oh gods!”

That spurred you on, the pious Alicent Hightower calling out the Lord's name in vain because of you? You kept going, swirling your tongue and sucking on her cilt. Alicent’s hips bucked but you kept them down forcing her to take it. The queen’s legs clamped around your head, you could barely breathe but you would be happy to die like this

It didn't take much longer, after you gave her a hard suck on her clit Alicent came apart with loud noises. You were afraid a guard would hear and enter the room, so when you pulled away, you quickly kissed her to silence her.

As Alicent trembled beneath you, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps, you traced your fingers along her flushed skin, grounding her back to reality. You had expected her to push you away now that the haze of pleasure had cleared, but instead, she clung to you, her hands fisting the fabric of your nightgown as though afraid you might vanish.

“I should not have done that,” she murmured against your lips, but she did not move away.

You smiled, brushing a damp strand of auburn hair from her flushed face. “And yet, here we are.”

She swallowed hard, her green eyes dark with something unreadable. Guilt, perhaps. Longing. 

“Will you regret it?” you asked, voice softer now. “Come morning, will you pretend this never happened?” Will you ignore me like the king does now?

Alicent exhaled shakily, her fingers tracing the bare skin of your arm in absent patterns. “I do not know,” she admitted. “I have spent my life doing what is right, what is expected. But with you, I…” She trailed off, eyes searching yours.

You did not press her for more. Instead, you kissed her—soft and slow, without urgency. A promise rather than a demand.

“You do not have to decide tonight,” you whispered against her lips. “But when you do, know that I will not let you go so easily.”

A shiver ran through her, though not from cold.

As the embers in the hearth started to die down, you held her close, the weight of duty and consequence momentarily forgotten in the quiet safety of your chambers. Whatever tomorrow brought—whether she chose to embrace this or push you away—you would not regret this night.

And judging by the way Alicent’s fingers remained laced with yours, neither would she

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An: I still think I’m pretty awful at writing smut but I’ll never get better unless a try!

[kamykan]

Pregnant Satan

Bisexual Stalin

Bisexual Greg Heffley

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Shaunnibal Lector

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Do you know how much of a terrorist you have to be to garner all these nicknames? 😭

[kamykan]

I’m not sure if this is a hot take or whatever but I don't think Jackie was ever going to survive the wilderness. Like, even if she didn't sleep outside and froze to death, I still think she would’ve been one of the first to go. That scene where Laura Lee gets in the plane for the first time and it starts up and the propellers are headed straight for the group, and everybody moved out of the way besides her… yeah she has the survival instincts of a guinea pig.