#alice macray smut

[abeillefaeabeille]

Take it.

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TW: dom!Alice (not soft), mommy kink, titty washing, teasing, degradation, fingering (r receiving), scissoring, mocking, spitting, vulgarity, choking, hair-pulling... I think that's it? Let me know.

idk how many words 😭

AN: Ummmm hi :) I had written this nearly a year ago, so I decided to revise it and put it on this lovely little app :) I'm currently working on finishing my first request! Let me know how you like it! (also, if you want to be a part of my tag list let me know! There are only 25 of you but, oh well) Please be kind, but if you have any suggestions or requests, don't be scared to speak up!

MINORS DNI PLEASE!! 18+!!! It makes me extremely uncomfortable at the thought of a minor interacting, please don't!!

ENJOY!

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ALICE POV

Oh how I missed my sweet baby. After a terrible day with Phyllis, having to pretend to be against who I really am, who I love, I'm exhausted and ready to be with y/n. Thankfully she allowed us all to go home early, and I almost sped to get to my kitten.

Running through the rain after getting out of the car, I run to our front door, giggling slightly as I get drenched. I burst through the door and see her head pop up from the couch in the living room.

Y/n beams and giggles at how soaked I am. “Alice! You’re home early, is something wrong?”

Oh, my sweet girl... she's always so caring and concerned about me. I smile wide and shake my head, chuckling as I start to strip in our mudroom.

“No sweetness, Phyllis let us leave early, thank goodness. It was getting suffocating.” I pout slightly and slide my unbuttoned blouse off, only in my bra and skirt now.

With a huff I make my way to the laundry room, hearing my baby following close behind like the cute little puppy she is. “I'm so sorry, mommy.. I’m so glad you’re home, I.. I missed you very much.”

Now, I heard what she said, but I couldn’t catch on to the shyness at the end of her sentence, I would’ve realized she meant more than just, missing me..

But unfortunately, I was so focused on getting my clothes in the wash that I didn’t notice. I just nod and grin, closing the lid on the wash before glancing at her. “Aw, mommy missed you too, sweetheart!” I say as I kiss her head, rushing to the bathroom to wash myself off.

Y/N POV

She wasn’t getting it! All day, I’ve been waiting as patiently as I possibly could for her to get home. Last night we were so close to having play time, but mommy was just exhausted, so we stopped to just cuddle and sleep. I didn’t wanna push it, but now I can’t take it. It's been a week since I've been ruined like I need.

Following her closely, my cheeks flush from witnessing her strip from her clingy clothes, and now she’s NAKED. I don’t understand how she’s just so casual.

She’s talking about something, I hadn’t realized until I felt a hand cup my cheek. I snap out of my trance and look up to see Alice’s brows knitted in concern.

“Sweet girl, are you alright?” The pet name and her soft voice is certainly not helping the pool forming in my underwear.

I go to speak and feel how watery my mouth is, immediately making me blush. I open my mouth and then shut it, nodding as I look up at her shyly. Her eyes slightly squint and she looks down at my lips, a light smirk forming on hers.

“Oh baby, you’re drooling.” she mutters, moving her thumb to swipe over my bottom lip. I can’t stop the slight whimper that erupts in my throat, and I watch, my eyes widening as she brings her thumb to her own lips and sucks my drool off.

“Hm, nummy.”

Fuck. I feel my brows knit as I feel the urge to plead. She winks at me and then hums, softly chuckling at my demeanor. She pulls out a washcloth out of one of the cabinets and turns on the shower, stepping in but keeping the curtain open wide. I just stand there in awe as she lathers the washcloth with soap, and then uses it to wash herself.

She looks into my eyes as she washes her breast, her bottom lip hooked in between her teeth, but I don’t pay attention to that, my eyes wander down to her soapy tits.

I blush in shame when a whine slips out of me at the sight of her, the way she tilts her head up slowly, humming out a groan at the feeling of the warm water hitting her smooth skin.

After a moment she looks back at me, chuckling. “Baby, go strip and lay down in bed, I wanna have cuddles when I’m done.” She speaks so innocently, as if she hasn’t been kneading her tits right in front of me.

“But I-” I go to protest, but her eyes narrow and I feel my words get caught in my throat. “Listen to mommy, kitten. Do as I say.” she says in a soft but impossibly intimidating tone.

I immediately nod, glancing at her body one more time before backing out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. I take a deep breath, slightly shaking from what just happened.

I quickly undress, peeling my underwear off and clearly seeing the soaked patch, making me go red. I put my clothes in the laundry basket and crawl onto the bed, huffing softly as I slide under the covers to try and soften the goosebumps forming on my bare body.

I wrap my arms around my pillow and pout to myself, facing away from the bathroom door so I don’t have the urge to run back in and plead for Alice to fuck me.

I eventually zone out, listening to the shower running and Alice’s soft hums as she finishes up. I don’t even realize that it’s stopped, so as soon as I feel a hand on my shoulder I jolt and whip my head around to see Alice giggling. 

“Jumpy little thing, aren’t you? You silly girl.” Her tone makes my face flush and I scrunch my nose, turning to put my face in my pillow as I let out a few shy giggles, feeling butterflies in my tummy. 

I feel a shift in the bed and then suddenly her warm soft body is pressed into mine. Her arms wrap around my middle as she pulls me against her further, my breathing getting heavy at the feeling of her fingers stroking my lower stomach.

At the feeling of her breath hitting the back of my neck my hips wiggle slightly while squeaking out a little whine. At that she lets out a breathy chuckle as she presses her palm flat against my abdomen. 

“Stay still, my desperate little baby.” she whispers in a silky voice, immediately causing a shiver to run through me. I am breathing out my words, trying my best to stay still for her. “M-Mommy, mommy could you please..” I trail off, groaning as I feel the tightness in my chest, my shyness making me lose the words.

“Please what? What do you need mommy to do for you, baby?” she coos into my ear, and my eyes roll slightly as she strokes my earlobe with the tip of her warm tongue. 

I don’t stop myself- I can’t, starting to rock my hips against her front, feeling as if I was going to explode at any moment. I gulp and sputter before finding words.

“Fu-uck me, touch me mommy- please!” I plead out in soft whimpers, where she just responds with a hum and a sudden suck at my pulse point. I choke out a little moan, and as I do so I feel her hand slide down further to cup my mess of a cunt. 

“Oh, my poor baby is so wet, isn’t she?”

With a quick nod in response she suddenly pushes her middle finger slips through my lips and slides through them to collect the messy arousal . My eyelids flutter as I feel my head grow foggy and I moan weakly, my clit throbbing in response to her touch. 

“So responsive for mommy, so sensitive.. You can’t even handle mommy’s touch, can you? You dumb little thing.” Her voice just makes me sink deeper into her as I completely give into her.

She bends her finger and gently swirls the tip of it around my entrance. I groan out a few needy whimpers and nod my head, needing her inside of me. She slowly slips the end of her long finger into my entrance, and my response to that is simply clenching around it.

She helps me roll onto my back and presses herself onto me, looking into my eyes as she pushes her finger in further and starts to pump in and out of me slowly, curling her finger to hit my spongy spot perfectly. 

I scrunch my face and start to let out soft little moans, my eyes growing heavy as she starts to go even faster. “Fu-uck yes mommy, need more I- please!” I look at her with the widest eyes, whimpering as her eyes have grown deeper brown instead of their usually rich honey color. “My cute little baby, you want more? God, you’re such a needy slut.” She uses her free hand to suddenly grab my face, digging her fingers into my jaw while small grunts slip out of her mouth.

Alice seems so soft, she really just looks so innocent, but she’s far from. On the outside, around others, she is never in control. She’s always talked down to, or not listened to. So when she’s home she likes to be the boss, likes to be in control. Which is the best thing for me, what I’ve always needed.

“Your mouth looks dry baby, you need mommy to fix that?” I go to respond but before I can she spits right on my tongue, making me choke out a loud moan and clench roughly around her finger. 

“That was a rhetorical question, stupid whore.” She hisses, pulling her finger out before I can even react.

She brings her hand down on my puffy cunt, making me squeal in surprise. While she laughs deeply and I whine, wiggling my hips when she pulls away from me completely.

She narrows her eyes as she sits up on her knees between my legs, her soft tits bouncing slightly as she sits. 

“If you don’t stop moving, mommy will leave you right here and go sleep in the guest room.” Her soft voice is gone and what replaces it is a voice that sends a straight shock to my core. I gulp and nod rapidly, obediently freezing every muscle in my body. 

Her smile silently praises me and she leans on all fours, her body hovering over mine. She moves her face into my neck, and I immediately tilt my head back to give her room. 

“Hm, such a good girl for mommy, my obedient little kitten.” She whispers against my neck as she leaves wet little kisses all over my neck. Just as I start melting into her touch and relaxing, she bites down hard onto my neck, immediately making me whine and buck my hips up.

Her chuckle makes me freeze again, and she soothes the bite mark she just made with her tongue before clicking it while she lifts her head up. Her face gets close to mine, twisted with fake pity.

“Poor baby, you couldn’t help but move your hips when mommy nibbled on you, huh?” she says in a sickly sweet voice, making my cheeks turn deep red. She smiles with her teeth and before I can blink she’s grabbing my throat. I gasp and arch my neck, looking into her eyes with wide helpless ones. 

“M’sorry, m’sorry mommy pl-please..” I breathe out, gulping against her hand. She giggles at me and then uses her free hand to slowly pull my thigh up.

She sits up straighter while keeping her hand around my neck, positioning her hot center against mine. Her eyes flutter as they stay on mine and I can’t help but groan softly as I hear our arousal mixing together. 

I let out soft whines when she doesn’t start moving, only to hear soft hushes in response. “Shh baby, just be patient. Mommy’s gonna make us feel so so good.” She breathes out, her words making my clit twitch slightly, and my hips ache with the need to move but I wanna be good for her.

Her bottom lip slid in between her teeth, her brows furrowed together and her eyes only narrowed as she started rolling her hips so slowly. I thought I was gonna explode, she knows just what to do to make that happen, too. I almost start to tear up as she tortures me with the leisurely pace, and she sees how my face starts to scrunch up.

“Oh, is my little one gonna cry? Tsk tsk tsk, we can’t have an unhappy fucktoy, can we?” She almost sounds like she’s mocking me, but the caring tone she uses only makes me clench around nothing. 

The chuckle that comes out of her quickly turns into a gasp when my cunt suddenly contracts against her, but before I could even react to her reaction, she suddenly thrusts herself turbulently against my weeping pussy.

I instantly yelp in surprise my own hips bucking in response, which immediately just starts a mess of uncontrollable movements from the both of us. I know Alice can’t take anymore of even her own teasing, and God knows I can’t. So we just frantically hump against each other; grunts, whines, and squelching noises filling the air. 

Her hand squeezes my neck tighter, making it that much harder to breathe, but the light fuzzy feeling from the lack of oxygen only makes me feel more pleasure.

Alice leans down above me, her breath hitting my cheek. “Fuck baby, just like that- yesssss! Keep moving like that sweet girl. Mmm fuck, you’re gonna make mommy- fuck! Gonna make mommy cum all over your pretty pussy.”

 After she grunts that out in my ear I practically squeal out a whine, closing my eyes and focusing the feeling of her slightly bulging clit against my swollen one. 

I make my walls clench, knowing she’ll feel it. I was right, she starts moaning louder and throws her head up the moment I do. My face twists pleadingly, and I start to practically weep for her. “Please cum mommy, pl-please make a mess on me…” With that she lets go of my neck just to reach up and grip my hair with both of her hands.

Within minutes I feel her stomach starting to contract against mine, and then suddenly she tenses hard and groans louder than ever. 

“BABY! Fuck, fuck fuck take my cum- YES TAKE MY FUCKING CUM SLUT!” She bucks her hips harder than ever, and before I can say anything my orgasm hits me. 

I grip onto her shoulders and let out high pitched moans, my thoughts dissipating as I can only focus on our clits pulsating against each other and Alice muttering, “Take my cum.” over and over in my ear.

After riding out our shared highs, Alice hums and burrows her face in my sweaty neck, placing little kisses on my throbbing pulse point.

“Mm, that was s’good mommy,” I mumble, whimpering as I try to clamp my legs shut, but Alice’s are tangled in mine, making it impossible. “Mommy, feel sensitive..” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her neck. She only coos softly, slowly raising her head to look down at me with a small smile. 

“I know baby, let’s try to relax a little more, then we’ll have a nice, hot bubble bath, okay?” I immediately smile at the sound of that and nod slowly, giggling lightly as well. Alice grins wider and moves her hand to tuck some hair behind my ear. As she does so I can’t stop my eyes from fluttering shut, feeling so safe and satisfied in her arms. 

“Oh how I love you, my sweet baby..”

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[suckerforcate]

Who I write for:

If you don't request something else, the default is female reader.

I do write smut, but nothing like knife play etc.

Cordelia Goode

Wilhemina Venable

Ally Mayfair Richards

Brienne of Tarth

Larissa Weems

Lucifer Morningstar (Gwendoline Christie)

Kira Nerys

Kathryn Janeway

Jean Milburn

Carol Aird

Alice Macray

Lou Miller

Monica Geller

Zelda Spellman

Tammy

Billie Dean Howard

Hermione Granger

Narcissa Malfoy

Joyce Byers

Galadriel

Tauriel

Moiraine Sedai

Liandrin Sedai

[safic4-m]

Welcome

~Master list~

This will be a series of different stories, where the female reader will be immersed in situations, either in a relationship or living with fictional characters.

I want this to be different so the characters will be mostly (all) passive and T/n will be the active one (this is not open for discussion).

I have a great love for Wilhemina, so you will find many stories of her and T/n.

~List of characters~

-Lana Winters

-Cordelia Goode

-Sally McKenna

-Audrey Tindall

-Ally Mayfair-Richards

-Wilhemina Venable

-TB Karen

-Alma Peregrine

-Alice Macray

-Diane Sherman

For now these are all the ones I feel comfortable writing with.

~Rules~

1. List a character you would like me to write about. you.

2. Add genre: fluff, angst, etc. Smut is also fine as long as there are no overly inappropriate topics.

3. Give me a plot, a specific scene that you request. you want to be in your

4. Note that I can’t force creative flow, I may finish some requests faster than others because of this.

5. Anonymous are allowed by the way, not sure why they wouldn’t be.

Lastly polyamorous relationships are allowed and it may take a while for smut requests.

Note:

This is meant to be soft fluffy fluff, but you may also find some smut, some role play, for the most part it will be soft.

English is not my original language

Without further ado, enjoy the content that is created with love for all of you!

#lana winters #cordelia goode #sally mckenna #audrey tindall #ally mayfair richards #wilhemina venable #tb karen #Miss Peregrine #alice macray #diane sherman #ahs #american horror story #miss peregrine's home for peculiar children #mphfpc #mrs america

[sheloooveswomen]

HEADCANON list

masterlist

possible characters:

Billie Dean Howard / Lana Winters / Cordelia Goode / Sally Mckenna / Audrey Tindall / Ally Mayfair-Richards / Wilhemina Venable / Alice Macray / Xandra Terrell / Mildred Ratched / Diane Sherman / Tammy

suggestive/smut/nsfw: ☼ | otherwise all fluff

• wisdom teeth 

• halloween 

• your affection and attention 

• high school/college girlfriend 

• holidays and seasons 

• caught 

• morning/nighttime habits pt.1 

• morning/nighttime habits pt.2 

• sexy time preferences pt.1 ☼

• sexy time preferences pt.2 ☼

• the little things

• dancing

• audrey taking shots

• names

• quarantine

• smexy situations

• romcom love

#sarah paulson #x reader #american horror story #ahs headcanon #billie dean howard #ahs murder house #cordelia goode #ahs coven #sally mckenna #ahs hotel #audrey tindall #ahs roanoke #wilhemina venable #ahs apocalypse

[ratchedspeach]

Can you please PLEASE write a second part to that reader/Alice story you wrote a while back! I need more

Twist my arm why don’t you (-,: ok fine here you go! This is ACTUALLY NSFW. Enjoyyyy.

Read part 1 HERE

Alice spends more time fiddling with her fork than she does eating when your food arrives. You ask if everything is okay, and she nods.

“I’m still feeling a bit ... under the weather.” She admits.

“Acid can do that.” You smirk, and she blushes, and it sends something in your stomach fluttering.

What you had initially mistaken for timidness in her, you now recognize is more contemplative. She watches you with fascination — the way you order, the way you sit, the topics you chose for discussion. It’s all foreign to her. A new world bursting at the seams. She marvels at you, and you’re not sure you deserve it.

“I’ve seen owls stare less than you.” You tease.

Alice blinks. “Sorry.” She murmurs, pulling her gaze down to her plate. Throughout the course of the meal, she’s managed to push the bits of chicken in her pasta to one side of her plate. It’s a nervous habit, you’re sure, but endearing nonetheless.

“Don’t be sorry.” You assure her, sipping your wine. You need the courage. “You certainly apologize a lot.”

“I...”

“It’s alright, Alice. I don’t need an explanation.”

Your lack of expectation catches her off guard, makes something shimmer behind her wide brown eyes. She nods slowly, putting a forkful of pasta to her mouth, and chews. You offer to pay the bill, but Alice won’t hear of it, though, and you eventually agree to split it.

“Can I hold your hand?” You ask once you’re outside the building.

Alice nibbles on the corner of her lip. Wind breaks apart her curls, sending the strands across her face. They look like spider’s silk in the pale evening light. There’s a soft rose to her cheeks from windchill, and you can see the skin of her clavical dipping between the v-neckline of her dress. You think she might be the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid eyes on. Soft in all the ways a woman should be soft, earnest in the ways that you can only blame on her own intrinsic goodness.

“Alright.” She whispers, and you realize you’ve been staring at her chest. “But ... when we get to the hotel, I — well ...” She flusters, and you remedy it.

“You decide when we’re close, and I’ll let go.” Christ, you’ll go through the service entrance if she needs you to.

Alice’s palm is calloused, but her fingers remain soft. She must get manicures, you think you might recall her nails being painted now, but you don’t dare look. You’re afraid of pulling attention to your hands, afraid that when you look down your fingers won’t be intertwined at all, and that it will have been a dream all along. Instead, you walk steadfast against one another. You think maybe you should say something, but Alice seems contented to watch shops and people pass her by.

And you’re content in watching her.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many stores so close together.” She breathes, and you realize you’re not sure where she’s from. You don’t really know anything about her.

“I thought the world started and ended in St Louis before I went to college.” You say, faint recollection buzzing alongside the alcohol in your system.

Alice whips around to meet your gaze. “You’re from St. Louis?”

“I am.”

“That’s ...” Alice shakes her head. She laughs, and it rasps in her throat.

“What?” Your stomach pulls into a knot. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m from St. Louis!” She grins.

And it’s ... the way she looks at you, the way she smiles, the way her eyes shimmer as if she’s watching the sun set. You know it means she wants you. More than that, you know it means she likes you. Likes you as more than a mere experiment, as some selfish object. She admires you.

You walk in tandem, talking about your new shared affinity with fingers knit together until you reach the outskirts of the hotel. Only then, with the weight of reality, does she pull away.

“I’m sorry.” She murmurs, gaze pulled to her shoes.

You shake your head. “I understand, Alice. I would never push you towards something you weren’t comfortable with.”

“I...”

“What? What is it?”

“Will you ... will you take me to your room?”

You think you can feel your heart stop — not just skip a beat, but physically stop. “I ... yes.” You breathe, swallowing the smile that’s forcing it’s way onto your features. “Of course.”

Your room is on the opposite corner of the hotel from hers, but you can’t imagine it looks very different. Nevertheless, there’s an uncertainty to the way Alice traces her finger across the bedside table. Her nail scrapes the varnish, eyes lingering there. You know she’s trying not to make eye contact, know she’s not sure of herself. So you step closer, placing a hand on her shoulder, and meet her eyes in earnest.

“Hi.” Your lips press into a smile.

Alice’s chest heaves. “Hello.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“Yes.” You nibble on your lower lip. “Can ... can I ...”

But befor you can finish the thought, she’s kissing you. Her palms cup either of your cheeks, her eyes squeeze shut, she holds her breath. And you? You do the oppsosite. Your eyes practically pop out of your skull as you watch her. There’s something so desperate to it. She kisses you like she’s not sure she’ll get the chance again, and you realize that might be true. Alice’s mouth tastes line wine, and something sweet that you can’t place. Your ties into knots. Your hands pull around her waist and press her closer. And then she’s pushing you against the bed — she’s tugging at the buttons on your shirt, she’s mewling softly against your lips.

“Alice.” You half moan, half choke when you feel her fingers scrape across the skin of your clavical. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Alice breathes, and you know it’s earnest — know she’s finding herself, know she needs you. “Please. I ... please.”

And her wish is your command.

You flip her so you’re on top. Alice brings one leg around your waist as she pulls your shirt down to expose your shoulders. You wriggle out of it. You make quick work of the zipper on the side of her dress, and she pulls it down. You can’t help it when you stop kissing her to stare at the expansion of her stomach — smooth, taught, supple. Her breasts heave under the lace of her bra, and you kiss at their highest point. Alice’s hips buck against your thigh. Her fingers grasp against your shoulder blades.

“I ...”

“Say it.” You murmur into the nape of her neck, sending a shiver through Alice.

“I ... want you.”

You smile, and you know she feels the tug of your lips against her skin. Alice tenses when you don’t respond, breath held, nerves burning under the weight of your body.

“Please.” She squeeks, and it’s so uncertain, so openly sincere, it almost catches you off guard.

You recover, though, fingers digging into the inside of her thigh, teeth scraping against her ear, body flush against hers. You’re going to enjoy this, you think, as she lets out a humm of pleasure.

You want to take this slow. Well, no — you don’t. Not really, but your need to make sure she feels safe outweighs your desperation to taste her. So you don’t move until she begs — don’t do anything until she indicates that it’s ok.

Alice is taken aback by how gentle you are, shocked by how much control you are willing to give her while still holding dominance. It’s new. All of it. And she loves it. And her skin tingles, and her throat is dry, and —

“Oh my god.” Alice bites her lip to keep from shrieking when she feels you kiss the cotton of her underwear.

It’s then that you stop questioning if this is alright — then that you trust your instincts. Your teeth graze the inside of her thigh, and she shudders.

“Are you sure?” You ask, promising yourself it’ll be the last time.

Alice nods, chokes on a ‘yes’ as her fingers knot against the bedspread. It’s all the confirmation you need to pull her underwear down. You kiss her first — from her knee, to the soft flesh of her thigh, nipping at the point just below her hip bone. Alice’s back arches in anticipation. When your tongue comes to lick her center, Alice gasps.

“Oh.” Her eyes flutter closed, lower lip catching between her teeth.

When you find her clit, she yelps. You wonder if her husband has ever dared to venture as far with his mouth. You assume not when she can’t stifle another moan.

“G-god.” Alice pants, one leg coming over your shoulder.

Her fingers lace through your hair, knitting against the base of your skull. She tugs there, pressing you closer against her. And you pull away. And her eyes go wide.

“W-wha —“

But her words die on her tongue when you dip down against the base of her jawline. Your fingers trail down her shoulders grazing the her nipples. They pebble under your touch, heave with her uneven breaths. You move further down the skin of her stomach, past her belly button. You stop above her clit, and you feel her tense. When you slip inside her, Alice growls, the low rasp of her natural cadence hitting a new octave.

She’s so soft. It’s the only way you can describe her. Her body feels like silk. She smells sweet, tastes sweet, and god, if she isn’t the gentlest woman you’ve ever felt. Alice’s hips buck against your palm, fingers scraping down your back. Her breath comes in ragged, uneven inhales. She’s close, you think.

You kiss down the expanse of stomach until you’ve found her clit once more. You press your tongue against it, hold still for just a moment, before you’re swiping it in different directions. That, matched with the upward incline of your fingers, sends Alice reeling.

She’s lightheaded, unhinged from this reality, yet still somehow completely present. Alice looks at you, fingers knitting in your hair once more, taking against your scalp as she feels something make her thighs begin to tremble. What could that — oh!

“F-fuck!” Alice screams as her body erupts, and then almost immediately her hand is over her mouth. “Oh, god, I’m sorry!”

And you laugh. She’s the only person you’ve ever seen apologize for having an orgasm. The woman goes slack, hips relaxing. You tease your fingers out of her, reveling in the way she jerks under your touch. Wiping the corners of your lips, you lie next to her and press a gentle kiss to her cheek.

“G-god ... that was ... different.” She pants as her breath struggled to level. “I’ve never ... I mean ... I don’t think.”

She shakes her head, flips to her side so she’s looking at you. One of her hands comes to trace your cheek. “Thank you.”

You laugh again, and she quirks an eyebrow. It wasn’t meant to be funny. It’s not, really. It’s just so honest. You’ve never met someone so honest. You kiss her — tender, and fervent, and with far more understanding than you should have for only just meeting her. Alice smiles against your lips, pulls you into her embrace. She smells sweet, slightly milky, like some sort of melon. She feels like springtime, you think, as you feel her fingers trail down your spine.

#nat writes #archive of our own #mrs. america #alice macray #Alice x reader #omg I am writing smut now #smut

[cabensonsgirly]

👼Home Is Wherever I'm With You (Alice Macray)[NSFW]👼

Alice Macray x Fem!reader

👼Part 2 of SP getting reader pregnant👼

👼Wordcount: 2714👼

👼Posted on AO3: Read Here👼

👼Content: Fluff, some angst, homophobia, Phyllis and Alice's husband are trash garbage, some smut, strap-on, wlw magic, pregnancy, Alice is an angel, mentions of religion.👼

👼There was one person who never left your side though, even if it meant they were put in the firing path of Phyllis, and that was Alice. She, in all her sweet innocence, didn’t understand why it was such a big deal that you happened to like women, surely if God didn’t want the “lovely lgbts” then he wouldn’t have created them. Alice was religious, went to church on Sundays, said grace before eating, prayed before bed, but she wasn’t the type to go around telling people that they were sinning or judge them because they weren’t religious, if anything, she just wanted people to be happy.👼

It had been a number of years since you had moved to a slightly more progressive part of town, ever since Phyllis found out that you had – as she put it – “homosexual inclinations” it was made very clearly that you were no longer welcome in that area. And because she ruled with an iron-fist, no one dared to speak out against her, even if they had said to you in private that you were still the same wonderful person they had always known.

There was one person who never left your side though, even if it meant they were put in the firing path of Phyllis, and that was Alice. She, in all her sweet innocence, didn’t understand why it was such a big deal that you happened to like women, surely if God didn’t want the “lovely lgbts” then he wouldn’t have created them. Alice was religious, went to church on Sundays, said grace before eating, prayed before bed, but she wasn’t the type to go around telling people that they were sinning or judge them because they weren’t religious, if anything, she just wanted people to be happy.

It had hurt when you moved because you had grown close with Alice and her kids, even if her husband harboured ill feelings towards you because you were a “dyke” and “we can’t let our children around that dyke, Alice” but she managed to calm him down enough so that you could still come around. But you hadn’t seen Alice and the kids much since moving, and you missed them something wicked. Yes you had spoken to them, mainly Alice, on the phone but it was brief and happened very rarely. You missed her. You missed them.

The days where she called you had you wanting them to last forever, you could wander around your home just listening to her talk about how things were going, how much she enjoyed her job, how the kids were doing in school. You found yourself feeling like a high schooler talking to their crush after school on the phone, laying down on your bed with the dumbest grin on your face. However, that grin changed to a shocked expression when you let slip how you feel about her. “Alice, fuck – sorry I know you don’t like swearing but… Alice, I love you so much and I miss you, I miss being around you and being with the kids. It’s been miserable not being able to see you, but-“ you hear a sharp intake of breath “I- I’m sorry, I have to go.” Before the line goes dead.

Seven months, twelve days, thirteen hours, and fifteen minutes it had been since that call and you hadn’t heard from her. You weren’t usually the type to count these things, even when you had important events to look forward to, you wouldn’t count down the days. You guess it was some form of way to torture yourself, counting the length of time since you fucked up one of the few good things you still had in life. She was radiant like an angel, put the beauty of the moon to shame, and you- you were like a horseman of the apocalypse, ruining everything you touched. Maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, you haven’t ruined everything you touch but you certainly have relationship wise.

You had a few spare rooms in your house, you’d hoped that one day you would be able to have your own family, a bedroom for each kid: two bedrooms and one room as the nursery. No, that was a lie, you had dreamed about having Alice live with you - be with you – the boys would have their own rooms to decorate how they please (under the watchful eye of Alice) and… a nursery so you and Alice could have a child together, so that the boys would have a little sister (hopefully) to protect from the big kids.

To be honest, you had already started making renovations on the house so that it would be better suited for a family like that anyway, the bedrooms had a fresh coat of paint, nothing that was specifically catered to boys or girls – you wanted the kids to pick the colour themselves if they wanted a change – and made sure the windows had latches to prevent them from opening too far so that no one could fall out of them.

You were most proud of the kitchen though; it was your pride and joy of the entire property. That’s where you currently find yourself, applying the final sealing coat on the marble countertop so that no liquid seeps into the pores of the material. You had music playing through the radio, just loud enough to drown out the sound of the odd car that drove by. You were humming along to this when you heard the doorbell ring, this surprised you because not many people stopped round to your place, and if they did they would usually knock. You put the paintbrush in the sink and put the lid back onto the tin of sealant before you made your way over to the door. You didn’t bother to check your appearance or anything because you thought it was probably some girl scouts or a random, so in all your messy renovation glory you swung the door open to greet whoever was on the other side.

“Hi there, what can I-“ Your voice catches in your throat and colour rushes to your cheeks as you lay eyes on the woman before you. Now you were wishing you had at least wiped the sweat from your face and the grime from your hands.

“Hi… I- I know we- I know I haven’t spoken to you since…well…” She trails off quietly, looking down. You bite your bottom lip slightly and shake your head, willing the tears to remain unshed “It’s- It’s fine Alice, really. It’s in the past… You don’t need to explain yourself. It’s fine.” The older woman shakes her head and looks at you again, her eyes glistening slightly “I want to. Can- can I come in, please?”

You step back and hold the door open so she can make her way inside, closing and locking the door behind her before leading her to the lounge. “I- I wanted to apologise for hanging up the way I did…and for leaving your life without saying anything.” She takes a seat in an arm chair, hands immediately starting to fiddle with the cushion “I just- I didn’t- I don’t”

“You don’t feel the same way. I- I know. It’s okay. I- I got over most of the hurt-“

“No- no that’s not what I meant. I didn’t understand why you felt that way and- and I didn’t understand why I- why I” she shakes her head, her grip on the cushion tightening before she blurts out “why I felt something I hadn’t felt since the joy I felt when I had my boys.” She lets out a sob and buries her face in her hands as she starts crying.

You rush over to her and wrap your arms around her gently, rubbing her back as you hush her gently. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Shhh… It’s okay, Alice” She moves so she can hug you tight, burying her face in your shirt as she continues crying. “hey, hey it’s okay. It’ll be okay. Shhh.. It’s okay, Alice.” You continue rubbing her back, only slowing down more as her breathing starts to return to normal. “There we go, there we go. It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”

She doesn’t pull back but you hear her mumble out “my- my husband- ex… he- he found me crying after the call and he asked why. I- I told him that it- it was because I think I- I was in…love with someone else. A- A woman… And- and he” she lets out a sob before continuing “he told me how- how disgusting I- I am. That- that I was going to- to ruin my- my kids. We- He filed for divorce a few weeks later… It’s- it’s supposed to be split custody but- but I guess the boys like me more so- so they stay with me a majority of the time. They asked why I was so sad, why I didn’t bake apple pie as much anymore, why I- why I never called you. I didn’t answer them for so long, just- just said it was some- some trial that God was putting me through. But… a few days ago they asked again, and- and the looks in their eyes…” she lets out a bit of a laugh “they looked like they wouldn’t judge me no matter what I said, they- they really are my boys. So…I told them.”

Your breath catches and you still your movements before continuing, encouraging Alice to continue. “I told them everything. Well- well excluding what their father said about- about me. I just- I said that their father didn’t- didn’t approve of- of who I had…fallen in love with. They- they were confused and asked how it was possible for someone to- to fall in love when already married. I said sometimes- sometimes it happens and that it- it doesn’t mean I never loved their father, but I had discovered that- that maybe I…liked women. A woman. Gosh… You should’ve seen the looks on their face, it was like I’d given them their birthday presents early. I hadn’t even told them who but… they’re so wonderful.”

She pulls back and wipes her eyes on her sleeve, giving you a small smile “I told them that the woman I was- I am in love with is you. That- that I hadn’t known what to do so that’s why I was sad for so long because I just… Anyway… They said I was silly and should go tell you everything because they miss you and want to see me happy again.”

You blush deeply and look away, a shy smile settling on your lips before Alice gently turns your head to face her. “I- I love you, yn.” She leans in and tentatively brushes her lips against yours before kissing you, you gasp softly in shock before melting into the kiss.

One year, three months, two weeks, three days, and nine hours. That’s how long Alice and her boys – your boys – have been living with you for. After she kissed you that day, she asked if she could make love to you but emphasised that you would have to guide her because she’d never been with another woman. Alice was a quick learner and once she had a solid understanding of what you enjoyed…she made it very clear that she was the one in charge in the bedroom. This surprised you but you weren’t going to complain, if the love of your life wanted to be called “Miss” in the bedroom and boss you around, you bet your fucking ass you’re going to do just that. Although she did burst into tears after you went down on her because she didn’t know something like that was supposed to feel that good.

She asked you why there was an empty room one day while the boys were at tutoring, and you told her it was because you hoped to have a baby one day… Hopefully with her. She was shocked and had blushed profusely but the smile on her face reassured you she wasn’t put off by the idea. You said you knew it wouldn’t actually be possible for her to get you pregnant but you saw a fierce determination in her eyes that made you feel like she would find a way. Alice didn’t bring it up again for quite some time, and you didn’t press about it either, just put it down to her having forgotten or maybe not actually being into the idea.

One evening while the boys were at their fathers Alice said she had something to show you, said it was really important. When you walked into the bedroom you nearly choked on your bottled water, Alice was standing there, looking down as she adjusted - what appeared to be a strap-on – to fit her comfortably. She still had her simple white bra on but to you she still looked sexy, with or without clothing you were attracted to her; the look of utter concentration on her face made you giggle though, drawing her attention to you, a blush settling on her face as she smiles.

“I- Hi. I- So I did some… I did things to try and- and figure out if there was a way I could get you…pregnant… And- well, I know you don’t always come to church but- No I didn’t ask around church, silly. Every time I prayed, I asked for there to be a time where it would be possible for me to get you pregnant, so- so I could have a baby with the woman I love. And- and so it turns out that tonight is that night. I saw a sign, and I know that sounds cra-“ You cut her off with a deep and slow kiss, hands cupping her cheeks gently before you pull back “Alice, baby, nothing you say sounds crazy to me.”

She blushes more and flusters a bit before continuing “I saw a sign, well- well what I hope was one and knew that it would be possible tonight. That- that it would be possible for me to- to” she tears up, some tears spilling onto her cheeks which you wipe away gently “to get you pregnant so we can have our baby.” You sniffle a little, having teared up at her words “Alice… You’re so- you’re so wonderful. Please take me to bed, make- make love to me.”

Alice takes your hand in hers gently and leads you to your shared bed where she lays you down gently on it before crawling on top of you, her hand stroking your cheek gently. “I love you so much, yn.”

“I love you too, Alice.”

You looked up at the woman you loved, her hand ghosting gently between your legs and roaming over your body before she starts to remove your clothing, kissing your skin as each item is removed. She trails kisses up your thighs before moving up to kiss you, her lips were still sweet from the dessert she had made, her tongue slips between her lips and runs against your bottom lip before you part them to brush your tongue over hers, you both moaning at the feeling. A gasp falls from your lips when you feel her touch your slit, fingers rubbing your clit lightly before dipping the tips of two into your pussy.

“You make the most beautiful noises, my love.”

There had never been a moment before now where you had felt so much love when having sex with someone. It wasn’t only because your girlfriend had managed to find a way to try having a baby with you – having her baby, it was because there wasn't a single moment the entire night where the love in her eyes disappeared.

You wouldn’t know if Alice’s prayers had been heard until you took a pregnancy tests a few days later, but there was a feeling in your bones that made you think that things would work out – that you would have her baby. On the off chance, or more likely chance, that you didn’t get pregnant, that would be okay too. Your sweet Alice would probably try her best to find another way though, she was determined like that.

You and Alice both shared a nice bubble bath after your lovemaking, just enjoying being in each other’s arms. “Alice baby, I love you so much. Thank you for tonight. Thank you for coming back to me. Just- just thank you.” She hums softly in response, her eyes drifting closed “I love you too, Yn. I’d always find my way back to you anyway.” You press a kiss to her head, enjoying the feeling of being content and happy with a woman you love, and with the chance of being pregnant with her child.

#Alice macray #Alice macray imagine #Alice macray x reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson x reader

[supremeinlilac]

okAy, my updated Wip List :)

No promises that I will get these all done this year because no doubt I will sack some off for new things whoops :/ but anywayyy I am planning on posting a whole lot of them in June when I go away for a lil while :))

bold means i've finished it, crossed out means I've posted, I'll keep updating while I go along:

Billie Dean Howard

Ease my mind- Ben Platt songfic

Bitter- Fletcher, inspired fic

Billie awards night [nsfw]

Cordelia Goode

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

Shake it out songfic

Delia and daughter!reader

Part 2 And your touch burns [nsfw]

Temporary love

Sally Mckenna

"I think you might be my soulmate."

Possessive Sally [nsfw]

Descriptive Sally fic

Ally Mayfair Richards

“I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before” and "Your head between my legs sounds so good right now." [nsfw]

Domestic Ally

Shower smut [nsfw]

Wilhemina Venable

Outpost Venable 4 part series, 1, 2, 3, 4

Very fuckin complex lilac Venable slowburn

Literally just office sex [nsfw]

Hurt me once variation fic

Character study fic that got deleted rip

Mildred Ratched

Arguement angst

Hospital smut oooh [nsfw]

Angel of mercy fic

Tammy

Reader getting shot on a job

First time fic [nsfw]

Xandra

Literally just smut without plot [nsfw]

Other

Mina x Delia, Grow as we go- Ben Platt

Three's not a crowd, part 6-12

Mrs Coulter smut [nsfw]

Rose Weil x Lou Miller

Alice Macray fic

Mildred x Gwen [nsfw]

Venable x reader x Cordelia jealousy fic [nsfw]

13 x River Song

Heather Tate fic

#wip list

[sheloooveswomen]

masterlist <3

one shots, headcanons, poetry, and art.

i half ass the edits so sorry for typos!! i wrote most of these during covid so they’re not great lmao. i’ll chalk my cringing up to personal growth…enjoy.

one shots

all include fluff | slight angst/comfort: ☽ | nsfw/smut implied: ☼

inspired by f4f audio or a scene from a wlw audiobook: ✩

gifs and images aren’t mine but i do put the home collages together

includes: fem!reader, soft d/s moments, comfort, flirting, domestic bliss, meet cute, polyamory, reader is basically a bottom because i can’t help it!

Sarah Paulson

• ice cream 

• come here often? pt.1 - first meeting

• come here often? pt.2 - first date (wip)

• come here often? pt.3 - relationship timeline (wip)

Billie Dean Howard

• wait a damn minute pt.1 ✩ ☼

• wait a damn minute pt.2/prequel - nyc trip ✩

• wait a damn minute pt2.5/prequel - central park ✩☼

• wait a damn minute pt.3 - dinner party (wip) ✩ ☼

• company retreat escapades pt.1  ✩

• holiday retreat escapades pt.2 

• all the banquet escapades pt.3/prequel - relationship timeline (wip)

• dodie songfic storyline ☽

Lana Winters

• let me take care of you ✩

Cordelia Goode

• mine ✩

Audrey Tindall

• attention ✩

• starry night

• common cold

• burning questions 

Ally Mayfair-Richards

• gentle pt.1 ✩ ☼

• (less) gentle pt.2 ☼

• (even less) gentle pt.3 (wip) ☼

Wilhemina Venable

• aftercare ✩

• birthday cuddles ✩

• movie night

Alice Macray

• good morning indeed ✩

Vikki Hiller 

• some of our firsts pt.1 - first day / meeting ✩

• some of our firsts pt.2  - first date ✩

• some of our firsts pt.3  - first time ✩ ☼ ☽

• some of our firsts pt.4  - first fight ✩ ☽

Abby Gerhard 

• a lovely coincidence pt.1 - first meeting ✩

• a lovely coincidence pt.2 - first date ✩

• a lovely coincidence pt.3 - last shower ✩

Xandra Terrell

• welcome home ✩

Mildred Ratched

• i am here ✩ ☽

• i suppose

Harriet Hayes

• valentine (wip) ✩ ☼

Diane Sherman

• i don’t normally do this pt.1 - first meeting ✩

• i don’t normally do this pt.2 - established relationship ✩

Tammy

• only 6 more days ✩

• yoga for free???

Dr. Ellie Staple

• not so quiet in the library ☼

• new nurse ✩ ☼

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MULTIPLE CHARACTERS x READER

Wilhemina Venable + Billie Dean Howard x reader

• the tok

Audrey Tindall + Billie Dean Howard x reader

• “sick day”

headcanons

poetry by me

art by me

• sarah paulson fan art  (+ friends)

gifs, photos, and fanart that i love:

[◉"] = photos, but the rest are gifs

this is more for me than anyone else but feel free to check these out i guess lmao, credit to all the creators!

INCLUDES:

actresses (+ their characters): sarah paulson, cate blanchett, miranda otto, vera farmiga, rebecca hall and bella heathcote, suranne jones and sophie rundle, sandra oh and jodie comer, kathryn hahn, jean smart and hannah einbeinder fanart: kya x lin beifong, sue and lin beifong

sarah paulson

cate blanchett

jean smart (+hannah einbinder)

other actresses/ships

fanart

#american horror story #ahs headcanon #headcanon #ahs murder house #billie dean howard #ahs asylum #lana winters #ahs coven #cordelia foxx #cordelia goode #ahs hotel #sally mckenna #ahs roanoke #audrey tindall #ahs cult #ally mayfair richards #ahs apocalypse #wilhemina venable #mrs america #alice macray #ratched #mildred ratched #oceans eight #down with love #carol 2015 #abby gerhard #xandra #diane sherman #x reader #sarah paulson