#alicent smut

[axelsagewrites]

Alicent Hightower*Dreams

Pairing: alicent x f!septa!reader

Kinktober Day eighteen: corruption kink with Alicent Hightower – a new septa arrive at court but none of the thoughts on Alicent’s minds are holy

Word count: 1635

Warnings: religious corruption, corruption kink, relgious guilt, making out, flashing, f! receiving oral, multiple orgasm, smut 18+

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Alicent was a pure and pious woman. Anyone would agree the queen loved her gods but they didn’t notice the way her eyes chased after the new septa they’d sent to the court. Alicent however had noticed the lingering looks her sons would give her and how you’d squirm out of their grasps.

Often times you would run directly to her side, quoting scripture or asking her opinions on what you had read. She had taken you under her wing, at least that’s what all would think when she would stay up all hours praying with you. what they didn’t see was how she would stare at your covered breaths or dream about what you looked like under your habit.

She knew it was wrong. At first at least. But one night after an exceptionally good dream she’d had of you creeping into her chambers in the middle of the night another thought crossed her mind. Perhaps you were the maiden, sent to the queen to be a comfort. After all, if the men could find their comfort in another’s arms what was the harm of Alicent learning another way to pray.

Despite her attempts to justify her thoughts Alicent made no attempts to lure you in. you were pure and innocent and just and virtuous and fucking beautiful down on your knees. Well, that’s what Alicent had been thinking about, hand between her thighs one night when a knock on the door shocked her.

She quickly tied her robe around her naked frame, making her way to the door. she opened it a crack at first but when she saw your face shinning up at her she quickly ushered you in. “Is everything alright?” she asked, motioning you to join her on her sofa.

“I’m sorry did I wake you your grace?” you asked, nervousness suddenly washing over you.

Your eyes were trained on the sofa, but you looked up to meet hers as her hand took yours in hers, “You need not worry. You are welcome here at any hour. Now tell me why is it you cannot sleep?”

“I was wondering,” you started, your eyes darting away as you searched for the words, “if I may ask you a question? Just its not the type of question that I am proud to have to ask,” you said, your eyes finally meeting hers again.

Her eyes squinted, looking at you with concern as she squeezed your hand, “You may ask me anything you wish,” she assured you, brushing the hair out of your face without a thought.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the contact, your mouth growing dry. “How does one handle improper thoughts?” you eventually managed to spit out, “even when I know they are wrong they will not leave my mind and I wonder. Does it make me as bad as my thoughts?” you said, your tongue rambling as soon as your mouth had opened.

Alison shuffled forward, prompting you to finally hush and look into her eyes, “We cannot control my thoughts though,” she said, trying to hide the intrigue in her voice, “it may help if I were to know what thoughts you were having,”

Her words made your throat close up and your eyes grow wide, “Are they thoughts of another?” she asked and after a moment you finally nodded yes. Alison felt her stomach flip as she continued, “is it the princes?” she heard the words before she could think but the fact you shook your head no made her sigh in relief, “Another man?” another no. Alicent paused a moment, her head tilting, “Are your thoughts of another woman?” she tentatively asked.

You paused for longer this time before nodding, “I can’t control them your grace. They come to me at all hours and this night in my sleep,”

“What kind of thoughts?” she cut you off and you felt your skin tingle.

“Impure thoughts,” you whispered, your innocent eyes darting around despite being alone making Alicent want you even more, “I’ve heard stories of women who enjoy others company. Like how man and wife are supposed to,”

“Did your higher septas tell you about these things?” Alicent asked and you shook your head no again, “another septa perhaps? Or a certain book?”

“No my lady but my thoughts, they cannot be okay surely?” you asked, your hands tightening on hers.

Alicent knew it was wrong to indulge these thoughts, to bring you down with her, but your lips were so close and looked softer than any man, “Why would the gods punish us for things that do not hurt another?” she whispered.

“Is it not wrong my queen? To covet another?”

“Only if they do not wish your thoughts,” she whispered back, “Tell me my sweet, who do you dream of?”

Your eyes flickered to the floor, your skin hotter than a fireplace as Alicent shuffled closer, her fingers lifting your chin gently, “You, your grace. I’m sorry I do not mean to cause offence I shall send myself back to the- “

“That won’t be necessary,” her words cut you off, her hand moving to cup your jaw, “Tell me something sweet septa. Why would the gods make something that feels so good a sin?”

“I don’t know,” you stuttered out, “My queen we shouldn’t,”

“But why?”

“Because it’s wrong,”

“According to who?” she asked, her breath fanning your face, “if you can quote me a scripture I shall stop. But I for one see no reason why we should not make the most of the gifts the gods give us,”

Her words sent shivers down your spine as you looked deep into her eyes, “Tell me to stop,” she said, her lips moving closer till they brushed against yours with each word, “and I will,” before you could respond you felt her lips crash onto yours and your own lips kissed back surprising you both.

Her hands moved to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer making you gasp giving her the ability to slip her tongue in. a rush went through Alicent and before you knew it, she’d pulled you over to straddle her lap, your dress bunching up showing your bare thighs.

You gasped when you felt her pull your head covering off but groaned when you felt her fingers rake through your hair. It was softer than she had thought. When she felt you whine into the kiss another rush ran through her as she pushed you off her and stood.

You sat back on the sofa, beginning to stutter out an apology when Alicent undid the knot of her robe. Your jaw slackened as she pushed the fabric from her shoulders, leaving her bare for your eyes to marvel at.

This time she moved to straddle your lap, her fingers moving to unlace the back of your septa dress. She pushed it down enough to reveal the tops of your collarbones. You whimpered as she kissed down your neck, her teeth grazing your collarbones as her hands groped your breasts over the fabric that covered them.

“Would you like to see what I was dreaming of little one?” she asked between the kisses she placed along your skin. All you could do was nod then watch in amazement as she dropped to her knees, her hands slipping under her dress.

You tried to stutter out a question, but you were soon hushed, “Relax little one. Trust me,” she said, kissing your knee as she pushed your skirt up your legs till you were bare to her. Alicent loved the way your eyes refused to meet hers as your skin grew red.

You felt her warm breath fan over your wet cunt. all the dreams you had had were becoming real but as she pressed a kiss to your clit you realised it felt better than you could have imagined. Far better than your own hand.

You gasped as Alicent began to lick strips up your cunt, devouring every morsel of you as her tongue hit places you did not know existed. You felt your stomach tightening and an unfamiliar feeling begin to spread through your body.

Your hand moved to push her away but Alicent wrapped her arms tightly around your thighs. When your peak hit you, a loud whine left your lips, “oh god,” you cried as you came undone on her tongue but Alicent was not ready to stop.

“You taste so sweet,” she mumbled against your core making you shiver. When you felt her fingers tease your hole your hips bucked, “such an eager student,” she praised, kissing your inner thigh.

When she pushed her fingers in slowly, she relished in the whines you let out and how your hips bucked against her hand. You moaned as she began to curl her fingers, hitting the spots even you struggled to find in the darkness of your room.

However, your body jerked when her lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Your grace,” you panted, your hands gripping her hair as your head fell back against the chair. “I can’t please,”

“But you can,” she said, sending shivers up your spine as she left an open mouth kiss to your clit. As you felt her teeth graze the sensitive bud you couldn’t stop your legs tightening around her head as you came undone by her tongue a second time so far. Alicent could die happy like this she thought but she had no time for that now.

Not as she pulled herself to her feet and grabbed your hands, “What are you doing?” you asked, complying none the less as you stood in front of her.

“I’m not done with you yet my sweet. It is time for your dreams to become true,”

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[justinalovee]

𝑴𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏

Pairing: Alicent Hightower × Reader

Word Count: 787

Warnings: Oral sex, fingering,swearing, masturbation, scissoring

Summary: Alicent enjoys her lady-in-waiting

A/N: All characters are 18+! minors DNI

“My queen.”

Alicent continued to pace back and forth, mumbling to herself, completely unaware that you’d entered her chambers. Your queen had worked herself up into a tense state again, becoming more frustrated than before. You pour two cups of wine, and taking one for yourself, you move to sit at the edge of the bed. You take a small sip before speaking more loudly, “Alicent.”

She finally notices you, her eyes scanning your body as she takes in your naked form. “My apologies; I never heard you come in.”

“Hmm, I noticed.” You take another sip of wine. “Remove your clothes, and I’ll let you make it up to me.”

A smile pulls at the corner of her lips. You smirked watching her remove each piece of clothing until she was completely naked. Once she completed the task, she stood beside her discarded green gown. Your eyes linger on the faith of seven necklaces that remained hanging around her neck, resting just above her perky breasts. “I did what you asked, my lady.”

“You did; now come here.”

Alicent stands in the spot in front of you. You pinch one of her nipples with one finger while sucking on the other, causing her to let out a moan. You let her breast out with a pop, admiring the way your saliva coats it. “Get down on your knees and stick your tongue out. I want you to taste me.”

Obediently Alicent goes onto her knees and sticks her tongue out, sliding it along your folds before swirling it around your clit. Your relationship with the queen was complicated; you loved Rhaenyra like a sister, you knew about her affair with your brother Harwin, and you never once judged her for it. Your lover Alicent was another story; despite the queen being the biggest hypocrite you knew, you were still drawn to her. Being her lady in waiting, you’d observed her behavior for some time and saw a completely different side to her. A side you couldn’t get enough of—a side that caused you to become addicted to her touch. Alicent attached herself to you since she could be herself and give all control over to you without feeling ashamed. Not long after your first sexual encounter together, Alicent confessed she wanted to be bossed around in the bed chamber, which admittedly was difficult for you to get into the swing of at first.

Alicent pushed her tongue inside you; her wet tongue felt amazing rubbing against your tight hole. “So good; you’re doing such a good job.”

At your praise, Alicent moved her mouth to suck on your clit, then slid two of her slender fingers inside you. Your fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her closer to your wet cunt and holding her in place. She speeds up her actions while gripping your thigh with one hand to keep her balance. When the coil in your stomach snaps, you cough on her fingers, which she licks clean. Alicent leans back with a proud look on her face. “You taste divine.”

You shuffle further back onto the bed, reaching for Alicent’s hand. You pull her on top of you, clashing your lips together. Playfully, you smack her behind before groping her ass cheeks while considering your next move; eventually, you decide. “You have such a beautiful cunny, my queen. I want you to show me how you play with it when I’m not here.”

Alicent gets off you and lays on her back, knees bent and legs wide open to give you a full view as she starts touching herself. She squeezes one breast while her other hand snakes to her silky folds as she begins to finger-fuck herself. It was a marvellous sight to see, but you did long to watch something other than fingers stretch her tight little hole. Perhaps that was a fantasy to discuss with her another time.

You rub at your own clit.

You open your legs wider and say, “My pretty queen, I want to feel your cum on me.”

Alicent removes her fingers and settles herself between your legs, the wetness from her cunny dripping onto your own as she looks for the right position. Finally, she lowers herself, brushing her wet clit against yours. Wet slapping sounds and moans of pleasure fill the room as she keeps up the rubbing motion. It doesn’t take Alicent long to reach her peak, her breasts swaying with each movement as she does. Seconds later, you come undone for the second time.

When she collapses onto you, you kiss her softly and stroke the back of her hair. “Did I do okay?”

“You did amazing, my perfect little queen.”

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[aemondsbabe]

The Queen

summary: dairy/letters & lingerie kink || alicent stumbles across a secret of yours and is more than happy to make it come true

pairing: modern!alicent x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, wlw, pre-established relationship, dom!Alicent, sub!reader, queen honorifics used in the bedroom, lingerie kink, use of a leather crop, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, thigh riding, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 3.3k

a/n: happy day seven of 12 days of smuff!! i went into a fugue state and wrote 10 pages in 2 hours. the hold that olivia cooke has on me should be studied by science. anyway.

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Alicent’s POV

She was humming, swaying her hips to a new album she’d downloaded earlier that week as she smoothly moved the duster along the wooden surface of your nightstand, careful as she guided it between the lamp and the small potted plant you loved so much. Getting a bit too into the music she was listening to as she tidied up your shared bedroom, though, she accidentally bumped against the growing stack of books on your nightstand. 

“Shit!” Alicent hissed as a few went tumbling to the ground. Sighing, she bent down to grab them, half-heartedly cursing you for insisting on buying new books before you’d finished the ones you had. 

“Huh?” She wonders outloud, pausing the music on her phone when she sees her name scrawled in your familiar handwriting. Her fingers brush over the soft, leather bound book as she picks it up, her lips pursing as she reads the words “Personal Journal” embossed on the front in fancy gold lettering. Her brown eyes widen and quickly glance around the room, despite the fact that she knows she’s the only one home. Biting her lip, she runs a finger over the spine of your diary, weighing her options. On the one hand, she knew it would be a horrible invasion of your privacy to look but… well, what if it was something important? 

She shook her head at the thought. She wasn’t going to be one of those snooping partners! You already told her everything anyway, it’s not like there would be anything in your diary she didn’t already know! You were basically an open book, in fact, it was one of the things she loved most about you – your willingness to be so honest and transparent. 

No, she thought, carefully setting the diary back on your bedside table, I’m not going to! I’m simply – 

Okay, sue her. She’s only human and her name was right there! She’d make it up to you. 

Glancing around one more time, she flipped open the leather-bound book, flipping through it to the page she’d spotted a moment ago. She found it pretty quickly and nervously bit on a nail as her eyes scanned over the page, noticing the date first. It was from only about a week ago. She read on.

I’m not even sure how to bring up the topic, it doesn’t really seem like something you’d just bring up at the dinner table? Like, “Oh, honey, yeah work was great today! Kevin from accounting is finally getting married, I know! Can you believe it? Oh. yeah, one more thing! Can you boss me around in the bedroom like a drill sergeant?” I mean, come on. 

What if she isn’t even into it? What if she wants to be the submissive one? I don’t think Alicent’s totally vanilla, I mean, there have been so many sparks of… something. Sometimes she tells me to do something, usually innocuous like making sure the door’s locked before we leave or to get the laundry hamper from the closet but… God, the way she says it makes me shiver. And when she’s talking on the phone to someone at work? That authoritative voice makes me melt. 

Sigh. I just need to find the courage to ask. 

Alicent finally finished the entry and looked up from your journal, blinking as thoughts raced through her head. After a minute, she closed the notebook and placed it carefully back on your bedside table, just like it was before it fell off the table. 

She could barely keep the smirk off her face as she grabbed her purse and keys and shut the front door behind her, a devious, delicious plan quickly forming in her head. 

She knew exactly how to make up for her actions. 

Reader’s POV

You sigh as you unlock the front door, quickly tossing your keys into the small bowl on the entryway table before kicking off your shoes.

“Babe?” You called, furrowing your brows at how unusually quiet the house was. Alicent’s car was in the driveway and normally she’d be playing music by the time you got home but today… nothing. You’re about to call out again when the sound of heels clicking down the hallway makes you stop in your tracks, your bag falls from your hand as your girlfriend finally appears from around the corner.

“Good day at work?” Alicent asks coolly, tilting her head as she leans against the doorway. Meanwhile, you feel dumbstruck as your eyes scan over her appreciatively, taking in every dip and curve as if you’d never seen any of them before. Your eyes skim over her outfit, a black, lacy bustier perfectly framing her chest, with a matching black thong clinging to her soft hips, fishnet stockings held up by an enticing garter belt, all the way down to black, pointed toe heels. She’d even taken the time to straighten her usually curly hair, smoothing it down into a clean, nearly intimidating style. 

She smirked, brown eyes sparkling at your awe-struck expression, smiling when your eyes finally landed on her face; you couldn’t help but swallow when you saw that she was wearing that expensive red lipstick she only brought out for special occasions, the one you love so much. 

Her heels click on the wood floors as she strides over to you and it’s only then you realize that she has something in her hand – a black leather crop. The sight of it makes your knees weak. 

“I asked you a question, baby,” she says gently, locking eyes with you as she gently cups your cheek with in her hand, “It would be rude not to answer.” There’s a hard edge to her voice that makes you lose what little train of thought you had.

“I… uh,” you stutter, blush rising to your cheeks as you stare helplessly at her, fighting to keep your gaze locked on hers, “W-Work was good, yeah. Same as… as usual.” You finally finish, your chest already heaving as you rub your thighs together, desperate before you even know what’s going on. 

“How wonderful,” she smirks and leans in, giving you a sweet kiss like she normally would, but today it has your head spinning, “What do you think of my little surprise?” She asks, though there isn’t really a question in her tone – she already knows your answer.

“I love it,” you breathe, hardly giving her time to finish speaking as you let your gaze wander over her yet again. “What, uhm,” you cough nervously, “What gave you the idea?”

She smiles again, shrugging; you nearly jump out of your skin when she softly runs the leather crop up the inside of your thigh, starting at your knee and stopping tantalizingly close to your core. “Just got the sense that maybe you’d be into it…” She says casually, like you’re talking about the weather, “Was I right?”

All you can do is nod your head, but that’s not good enough, apparently. Her eyes narrow and she wraps a hand around your neck, not too harshly, mostly just sitting it there but it’s enough to make you whimper in the back of your throat, breath catching as her perfectly manicured red nails just barely dig into your delicate skin. “I don’t think that’s the proper way to address me, is it?” She coos, a faux pout to her lips. 

“N-No,” you say shakily, your eyes searching hers, “No… ma’am?” You try, inwardly cringing at how your voice squeaks. 

She clicks her tongue like a disappointed mother, the sound going straight between your legs, as she fixes you with an intense stare. “Baby, you know how I sometimes call you princess?” She asks, smiling proudly when you eagerly nod, “Well, tell me. Who’s more in charge than a princess?”

Your throat goes dry and you swallow thickly, darting your tongue out to wet your lips before speaking. “T-The queen?” You ask softly, pride feathering out in your chest like the train of a peacock when she smiles and nods again.

“That’s right!” She praises, almost as if she was speaking to a child; perhaps you should be offended at her condescending tone, but, if anything, it just makes your heart beat faster. “The queen. Do you want me to be your queen today, sweet one?” Again, you nod, so she continues. “So, address me properly.”

“Yes, my queen.” You breathe the words, core clenching softly around nothing. 

“Very good,” she praises, leaning in and lightly brushing her lips over the pulsepoint on your neck, “Do you want to keep being a good girl for your queen?”

“Yes, your grace, please.” You say with an eager nod, feeling like you’ll explode if she doesn’t touch you, or so something soon.

“Then be good for me and go to the bedroom,” she nods as she speaks, her big brown eyes looking directly into yours, “And strip.” She finishes coolly, leaving you no room to argue. 

You nod quickly and practically leap down the hallway, blushing when you hear her giggling behind you. As soon as your feet hit the soft rug in the bedroom, you tug at your clothes, quickly shedding your sweater and work trousers before unclipping your bra and sliding your underwear down your legs, haphazardly shoving everything into the hamper because you just know she’ll say something about the mess if you don’t. Finally, not knowing what else to do, you stand by the bed, arms clasped in front of you.

She doesn’t make you wait long and you bite your lip in anticipation as her heels click slowly down the hallway, smiling shyly when you finally meet her gaze again as she enters the room. Just like you knew she would, her eyes immediately dart to the hamper and her smile widens when she sees your clothes from today resting on top. 

“What a good girl I have,” she praises as she saunters over to you, her hips swinging enticingly as she moves. Without another word, she sits on the edge of the bed and gently places the crop down next to her on the bedspread, before she beckons you over with a crook of her finger, “You like your queen’s special surprise for you, huh?” She questions, tilting her head as she peers up at you, her hands resting gently on the curve of your hip. 

“Yes,” you nod, your eyes trailing down to her cleavage before you can help yourself and it’s only then that you notice that she’s breathing nearly as hard as you are, a blush extending down her pale neck and chest, “I love it, my queen, so much.” You nearly whisper, dizzy at the thought that she might be enjoying this just as much as you are. 

“Don’t you think you should thank me for your surprise, princess?” She asks coolly, smirk widening as she sees a look of realization in your eyes. 

“Yeah, yes, please,” you nearly beg, already tempted to sink to your knees.

She smirks at your eagerness, all but laughing when you whine as she pushes herself back further, out of your grasp and into the center of the bed, making enough room for you in front of her. Again, she crooks her finger and you hastily follow after her, kneeling between her fishnet-covered legs. With another smirk, she silently spreads her legs, bending them at the knee enough that the heels of her shoes dig into the bedspread. 

Something between a gasp and a whimper escapes your lips as you let your gaze travel down, between her legs, where you’re met with the shocking realization that the black thong she has on is indeed crotchless. Your eyes stay glued to her center, now beautifully framed by two strips of lace fabric; the sight makes you lick your lips without thinking, taking in the way her folds shimmer, even in the low light of the bedroom. Finally, you manage to rip your gaze away and lock eyes with her again, your blush deepening at the hazy look in her eyes as she leans back on her elbows. 

“Go on, princess,” she breathes, that familiar, aroused rasp finally present, “Thank your queen.”

You spring into action, wrapping your hands around her soft thighs as you lean in, kneeling between her legs. Your eyes flutter as you look up the length of her body while you press soft, sweet kisses to the inside of her thighs, your eyes widening when you see her lean over and quickly grab the crop. 

You jolt as she brings it down, smacking one ass cheek with it, not enough to hurt but enough to leave behind a pleasant little zing. “I don’t believe I asked you to tease me,” she admonishes, a playfulness to her tone still as her other hand brushes into your hair, red nails scratching soothing against your scalp, “Thank me properly.” She commands, guiding your head to exactly where she wants it.

You’re more than happy to obey and you press a kiss to the center of her folds, right on her clit, moaning against her as you feel it twitch against your lips. She lets out a breathy moan as your tongue licks a long, straight line up her center, right down the middle, before your lips gently seal around her bud. 

Your eyes flutter closed again as you softly suck at her clit, moaning lowly in your throat at her familiar sweet taste. You move in just the way she likes, kissing and licking over her heat with a practiced ease, pride blooming in your chest with every moan, whine, and sigh of your name. You shake your head against her, attempting to bury your tongue in her twitching core as the tip of your nose teases her clit, your chin dripping with her when you finally pull back. 

“Princess, fuck,” she breathes above you, head tilted down so she can watch as you feast on her, “Fuck me, come on.” She orders, giving another sharp little spank to your bum with the crop. 

You do as she says, smiling as you flick your tongue over her bud while you glide two fingers through her folds, making sure to get them nice and wet before you slide them carefully into her, relishing the long moan she lets out as you do. You can’t help but whimper as her walls clamp down tightly, pulsing around your fingers as you crook them up in the way you know she loves, your lips sealing softly around her clit again, eyes fluttering as you watch her chest heave. 

“Good fucking girl,” she whimpers, accentuating each word of praise with another slap of her crop against you, the pleasant sting you clench around nothing, “Make your queen come, princess, good girl.” She moans, tilting her head back as you redouble your efforts. 

Your arm aches as you fuck your fingers into her, keeping them quirked up against that small rough patch within her, but you pay it no mind, focusing only on the hand in your hair and the taste of her in your mouth, your hips canting desperately in the air. 

You flick your tongue against her bud once more, in just the right way, and it sends her over the edge with a gasp. You moan into her as the hand in your hair tightens and her walls rhythmically squeeze against your fingers, nearly tight enough to push them out. You move steadily, bringing her through her high as you have so many times before, only stopping when she finally goes lax against you. 

You press kisses against her thighs and hips as she comes down, breathing heavily above you. Eventually, the hand in your hair tightens once more, and you sigh happily as she pulls you up. 

“You did so good,” she praises softly, her voice breathy as she presses her lips against yours; she moans softly as your tongue licks into her mouth before she pulls away to trail kisses down your neck, “So good for your queen, my sweet princess.” You sigh happily, eyes fluttering shut as you straddle her, one of her legs between yours.

Your eyes shoot open as she bends her leg, pressing her fishnet covered thigh firmly against your center with a knowing smirk. “Goodness,” she gasps, her beautiful brown eyes widening once she feels how wet you are against her, “I think you deserve a reward too, for treating your queen so well.”

“Please, holy shit,” you gasp, your hips already moving on her leg, the pattern of her stockings adding a delicious friction, “P-Please, your grace.” You quickly correct yourself when she brings her crop down once more, making your back arch. 

“Good girl,” she whispers, mouthing at your neck. She lets the crop fall to the bed again as she cups your ass with both hands, guiding your hips as you move against her, “Take what you need, princess, you earned it.” She breathes, smirking as you shudder above her. 

You nod mindlessly, swallowing thickly as you already feel the knot in your stomach tightening dangerously, each drag of your clit over her stockinged thigh sends shockwaves up your spine. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier as you get closer and she smiles happily, bouncing her thigh against your wet core in the way she knows drives you insane. 

“My beautiful little princess,” she whispers, red lips ghosting over your chest, “Behaving so well for her queen.” 

You fall apart once her lips seal around one of your nipples, sparks of pleasure bursting behind your eyelids as she carefully sucks the sensitive bud into her mouth, gently teasing at it with her teeth. Your body tenses up as your walls clench again and again, your fingers grabbing at the sheets as you gasp her name. 

Finally, your eyes flutter open as your high subsides. Thankfully, you have just enough presence of mind to roll to the side, cuddling against her as your chest heaves. 

“Holy shit,” you breathe through a small laugh, your face flushed as your eyes meet hers. 

“So, you liked it?” She asks, a shy lilt to her voice now that both of you have had the chance to come down. 

“Liked it?” You question, staring at her wide-eyed, “I… I loved it. That was incredible.” You breathe, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder, “Where on earth did all that come from?”

She giggles softly, a guilty look appearing on her face. “Promise you won’t be too upset with me?” She asks softly. 

“Of course,” your reply is instant as you card your fingers through her soft hair, “Just tell me.”

“I was cleaning a few days ago, when I had that day off,” she explains, swallowing as you nod along, “And I… may have accidentally knocked your diary off the table and then got curious when I saw my name and… yeah.” She finishes, teeth biting at her lower lip. 

Your face reddens a bit, instantly knowing which entry she must’ve seen, but you merely shake your head, about to tell her not to worry about it when she starts speaking again.

“I do feel really bad about it,” she sighs, continuing quickly, “I know it’s a breach of trust but I saw my name and then… I’ll make it up to you, I pr – !” 

She gasps as you cut her off with a sweet kiss, shaking your head dismissively, “Consider it made up.” 

“You aren’t mad?” She asks hesitantly.

“Mad?” You echo, laughing softly, “My sexy girlfriend bought ridiculously hot lingerie, and a riding crop, just to surprise me and fucked me to within an inch of my life and I’m supposed to be mad at her over a little diary?” Both of you dissolve into a fit of giggles as you finally finish, nuzzling happily against each other, “I think not.” You quip, smirking as your eyes search hers. 

“Okay, yeah,” she says with a small eye roll, “I am pretty great, huh?”

“And oh so humble,” you laugh, pressing kisses over the curve of her shoulder before leaning back to smirk at her, “Your majesty.”

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Masterlist

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Rhaenyra Masterlist

Aegon Masterlist

Jacaerys:

Oneshots/mini series:

Best Friends Brother, Cops And Robbers (modern!jacaerys)🍆

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Oneshots/mini series:

Attitude Adjustment (cregan x wife!reader)🍆⭐️

Series:

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Alicent

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A Simple Favour 🍆

Nymphets🍆

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Luke Castellan Masterlist

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Oneshots/miniseries:

Darling🍆

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Sailor Boy🍆

Joseph Descamps:

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Behind Closed Doors🍆

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[sunfyresrider]

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Widow!Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ever since Alicent Hightower’s husband died her life had changed exponentially. It’s a hard thing, knowing what to do with freedom you’ve never had. In her attempt to expand her horizons she reaches many bumps in the road she didn’t realize existed, until she met you. Tags: mentions of death, sexuality crisis, struggling to accept change, heavy anxiety, eventual smut and a lot of self-healing. Author’s Note: @ilikeitbetterangsty THIS IS FOR YOU BABES💕 I really hope I did your request justice . Thank you so much for being an amazing mutual and beautiful person. Ps I’ve never been on a date, let alone a first date so I’m sorry if that scene was a little awkward. ALSO dividers are made by @saradika !!!!

His death was expected, anticipated even, yet the day she woke up next to a cold corpse seared itself inside her brain forever. She should be mourning. She should have been more upset, shed more tears for her husband of nearly twenty years. Instead, all Alicent could feel was an odd relief, a weight being lifted from her shoulders. She was finally free.

However, what does someone do with freedom when they’ve never had it? She could do anything in the world, she had more than enough money for it. But what do free people do? Alicent had to read up on what widows were into. They travel, indulge in hobbies, and go out for brunch and gossip. The main factor in all of these is they’re never alone. 

Twenty years of marriage and four children and Alicent couldn’t remember a time where she wasn’t alone. She had no friends, too busy caring for a sick old man, children, and running a company. Alicent didn’t want to be alone, she didn’t want to die knowing she had never truly loved. There was nothing holding her back, no father pushing religious guilt, no husband taking her time, and no children to judge.

At first, she made no moves for change. She continued staying at home and running her life as she always did. Although now she spent more time fussing over her only child at home rather than Viserys. Unfortunately, Aegon, her eldest and most troubled child finally declared he was moving out. He also said she needed to get a life in the exact same sentence. 

It was time to take a real look in the mirror at the woman Alicent Hightower had become. It was not the best feeling in the world. In the past she was happy, determined, and beautiful in some eyes. Now she was tired, a bit of a pushover and unbearably lonely. All she had done her whole life was serve other people, her father, her husband, her children and never herself. Alicent needed to change that before she died old and miserable. 

There was another thing she needed to come to terms with. She never loved Viserys, she never loved any man for that matter. Marriage wasn’t something she enjoyed but endured. Alicent wanted to love someone, which was something she never truly had. Except for once when she was young until she married her friend’s father. Maybe she didn’t hate sex just who it was with. Maybe she was capable of love just not for men. Maybe it was time she started attempting to live her truth.

That was the final push she needed to do something. So, Alicent took a leap of faith after reading a pop news article and downloading HER. It’s an app for lgbt dating, specifically lesbians… It still sounded like a dirty word even if she only said it in her head. There was still a twinge of guilt when she made her first match. It’ll pass, the article on women struggling being their true selves said so. 

Twenty years of marriage and Alicent didn’t even know how to flirt, let alone with a woman. The first woman she matched with was only slightly younger yet had no children. She called Alicent a milf, which is a compliment nowadays. It didn’t go much farther, the lack of knowledge on slang really did not bode well with people. 

Anyone younger than her wouldn’t do, so she changed the settings. The second match was one that made her excited. From the outside they seemed to share the same values and she was a mother too. They went on a singular date that might not have been the greatest. Alicent was a little awkward, still too insecure about herself to initiate anything, and avoided the goodnight kiss that was offered. It didn’t seem to bother the woman, which made her believe this could be the one. They could grow together, maybe even build a new life together. Alicent genuinely thought she found the perfect one. Until they ghosted her. 

The app was deleted that same night. Maybe dating wasn’t in the cards for her. It stung, surprisingly worse than when Viserys died. For a few days she sat in her house and sulked. She strictly ordered takeaway, and binge watched the housewives of Orange County. Braunwyn was without a doubt closeted, it was like looking in a mirror, a very fucked up mirror. 

Alicent did a quick deep dive only to find out her suspicions were correct. Right now, Braunwyn was happily outed and living with her girlfriend… It was a mix of jealousy and hope. Someone just like her was living her dream life, which was unfair, but maybe it meant she could manage to live her dream too. 

She finally decided to get off her ass and do something. She was a free woman, she could do whatever she wanted, she told herself as she did a rather intense spa routine. All of her expensive skincare products and fancy tools were being put to use today.  Alicent actually changed out of her pajamas and into a nice dress she hadn’t worn in ages. It was a black bodycon dress, the only one she owned. Very out of character for her but she was a free woman, she could wear whatever she wanted.

She was going to take herself on a date, to a fancy restaurant. Alicent arrived at the venue feeling nervous but excited at the same time. It was the first time she had gone here alone; the servers were quite surprised to say the least. As she was led to her table, she noticed the looks she was getting from some of the other diners. Maybe it was the dress, or maybe it was the fact she was alone for once.

It didn’t matter, she told herself. “Hey, is this seat taken?” Her head whipped to the side, “N-oh! No.” You let out a small laugh, “I'm only joking, I have my parents waiting for me. How’ve you been Ali?” The last person she expected to meet was Aegon’s old tutor. You hadn’t seen each other in several years maybe. It wasn’t a bad surprise, actually it was amazing to see you again. “I’ve been great, better than ever! How are you?” 

“Oh, I’ve been thriving! After quitting I went on a self-healing journey and haven’t gone back.” Your smile reached from ear to ear, you were absolutely glowing in every sense of the word. Alicent was captivated, maybe a little nervous trying to find the right words to say. She hasn’t felt this way since she was what? Fourteen and heavily in the closet. So, she did something way out of her comfort zone, a first step of sorts. 

“If you’re free, I’d love for you to come over for dinner sometime and hear more about how you’ve been.” You seemed shocked, cocking an eyebrow at her question. “Is the Alicent Hightower asking me on a date?” She froze, it didn’t even cross her mind what she was actually asking. 

So, she blurted out the first thing on her mind. "I...um…if you want it to be." You flashed a smile that was different from the one from earlier. You picked up a napkin, scribbling something on it. “Let me know the time and I’ll be there.”  She let out a sigh of relief when you walked away, feeling as if she was going to burst any moment now. Her head was spinning, her heart was racing. She actually asked someone out, on a date no less.

She was nervous, it had been so long since anyone besides her immediate family came into her home. At least it was clean now that Aegon wasn’t here to make messes everywhere he went. In her opinion the modern green color scheme looks great but maybe you hated green. Or maybe she was overthinking this. 

Alicent hadn’t ever really cooked besides a select few times the personal chef got sick. In her mind it would be more meaningful for her to cook something for the both of you. However, making homemade penne vodka was a lot harder than she thought. 

She wanted it to be perfect, she wanted to impress you in every way. The dining table was set with a vase of roses, her best silverware, and very expensive wine she was saving for a special occasion. She even bought a new dress for this evening, a form-fitting silk one with flowing sleeves.

It was a few hours into her cooking when you rang the doorbell. Alicent took a deep breath, telling herself to remain calm and not make a fool of herself. It didn't stop her from tripping over the edge of the rug on the way to the front door. She jumped up, dusting off herself.

You were there, just as beautiful as you were earlier. "Hey!" Your smile was contagious, making her grin in return. You looked absolutely gorgeous, dressed in a white button-down shirt and black jeans. You pulled her into a hug, you smelled like strawberries, and a scent she could only describe as happiness.

"It’s so good to see you!" She ushered you in, letting you take a seat while she went back to finish cooking. You looked around, taking everything in. “It's still as big as I remember, though you definitely changed the decor.” She snickered, "Well it was in desperate need of a facelift, I just couldn't stand the red and black anymore."

Ali returned with a big bowl, carefully plating both of yours. "I didn’t know you knew how to cook! I thought you had personal chefs for this kind of stuff.” She grinned proudly, "Well, I wanted to do something special for you tonight." 

"Aren’t you romantic," You smiled at her. You took a bite, letting out a pleasured sigh. "So good!" Her smile was practically radiant at your praise. You made small talk during dinner, talking about anything and everything. Catching up on what’s happened in the few years you hadn’t seen each other. 

She told you about how Aegon is doing, how he has a girlfriend now. You told her about how he was the reason you inevitably quit teaching and decided to travel. You talked about your life, how you took the time to really get to know yourself, and how that was the best decision of your life. She vaguely talked about hers, only giving you bits and pieces. 

What you did learn was that she was fucking hilarious, and so much more welcoming than other rich housewives you’ve met. You didn’t ask about the dead husband; it was pretty clear by the lack of a ring and her finally smiling. 

Alicent listened to every word intently, her big brown eyes staring into yours. She used to always have a sad look inside them but now she was practically beaming. It might have been the wine flushing her cheeks, but you chose to believe it was because of you.

At some point you ended up on the couch watching housewives, at least pretending to. You were both still talking over the noise, slowly leaning into each other each time you laughed. 

You leaned forward, brushing a stray hair from Alicent’s face. Your lips brushed together, “you’re beautiful, you know.” Alicent let out a laugh, "You're too much." Her eyes closed, taking the lead and kissing you first.

 When your lips met her, it felt as if fireworks had gone off. Your lips were soft like peaches but tasted sweet like cherries. Your hands touched her face gently, leaving trails of electricity where your fingers were touching. 

Her own hands gently tracing down your neck, shoulder, and side to rest on your hips. Alicent’s body sunk down on the mattress, letting you move on top of her to do as you pleased. When she broke the kiss to take a deep breath, you kissed down to her neck and jawline, sending vibrations throughout her. She made a sickly-sweet sound that made your ears tingle. 

Her hands moved slowly, almost cautiously as she moved your shirt up to feel your bare skin. She delicately traced lines up and down the curves of your waist. Your sweet kisses trailed down her neck, chest, and slowly you lifted up the dress she was wearing. Moving to suckle at the skin around her core, worshiping her thighs. 

Alicent let out a soft moan, curling her fingers into your hair. Her soft noises only encouraged you. Your fingers traced her folds, moving their way around the fabric. You looked up, watching her cheeks flush red in embarrassment. A simple nod was the encouragement you needed to continue.

Your lips kissed over the fabric, hearing her breathe become labored. Her fingers tugged lightly at your hair. You pulled down her underwear, moving it down to the end of her legs. It was your turn to blush, seeing how wet she was already.

Her hips twitched when you dragged a finger through her slit, your finger coming back glistening. You eased it inside of her, quickly finding the sweet spongy spot. Her back arched as you moved your finger, soon another one joining. Your tongue sucked at her clit, moving in circles.

Alicent bucked her hips into your hand, her moans filling the air. Her eyes were shut as you made her legs shake. Your tongue moved faster, hearing her sweet cries. She pulled your hair, pressing your mouth harder against her. Her walls tighten around your fingers, letting you know she was close.

Alicent shuddered, gripping your hair harder as she came. Her back arched off the couch, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Her body finally relaxed, laying on the couch. Her eyes closed, a blissful smile on her lips.

You crawled up, leaning over her. You brushed her hair behind her ear, gazing into her brown eyes. They were still sparkling, like two polished stones. Alicent slowly moved her hands down your back, lifting your shirt over your head. She sat up, kissing you softly. 

Her hand slowly moved down, grasping your thighs and opening them. Her kisses trailed down your neck, breasts, and stomach. You let out a small noise as she rubbed you through your pants. Her kisses got hungrier as she undid your belt and pulled down everything that covered you.

You let out a squeal of surprise, feeling her pull you on top. Your cheeks flushed red, as she angled your cunt above her mouth. Alicent was precise, her mouth sucking at you gently. Her hands pressed against your hips, keeping you in place.

Your fingers threaded into her hair, holding her face to your cunt. She flicked her tongue against you, moving it in circles. Her hands moved up to squeeze your ass. You grinded against her face, your juices coating her chin and the couch. Alicent hummed against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you.

Her fingers pressed into you, curling up to prod at your sweet spot. She let out a purring noise, making you move your hips faster. Your breath hitched as she moved her fingers faster, sucking at you with a new intensity. Her tongue moved quickly, lapping up all the juices coming from you.

Your thighs quivered as you came, your voice shaking as you did. Alicent kept going, eating you out until she was satisfied. Your legs gave out, dropping you in a pile on top of her. You laid there, letting her wrap her arms around you as you caught your breath. 

"Did I do good?" You laughed, leaning forward to kiss her. "You were amazing,” you peppered kisses on her face, eliciting the cutest giggles you’ve ever heard. You rested your head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. Her fingers played with your hair as you both laid there, tangled in each other's arms.

Last night had been one of the most out of character nights of Alicent’s life. She never invited someone over, let alone hooked up with someone. It was new, it was exciting, it was also borderline terrifying. Now that she was alone again her thoughts could once again consume her. 

You texted her back, at the very least you weren’t ghosting her. That eased the part of her that was afraid the sex was so bad you would never speak to her again. But now there were other things that bothered her. Your question, to be more specific. “Would you want to be my girlfriend?” 

It was too soon to do anything drastic, like a real relationship. Did she want that? The idea of being in a relationship with you was something that sounded nice in her head, But would it be good in reality. Not only was she freshly widowed as well as struggling to come to terms with her sexuality. By now, she should be over caring about what other people thought… She wasn’t over it in the slightest. 

There was still this guilt and overwhelming anxiety that was holding her back, the same things that held her back her entire life.  Alicent laid in her bed, trying to figure out how to answer your text... “I’m not sure if I’m ready, yet.” She wanted to say more, but her thoughts were quickly turning into a jumbled mess. 

“I used to tutor Aegon in mathematics… I’m very patient;)” Alicent rolled her eyes at the winky face, feeling the corners of her mouth twitch into a smile. “But…  I bought two tickets to the Bahamas last week… and my mom canceled so there’s an opening.” Her fingers hovered over the screen, she had never been to the Bahamas before. 

To be fair, she had never been anywhere but home. Alicent wasn’t one to drop everything and go on vacation… 

You made her want to.

Her thumb hovered over the send button for a moment.

Why was this so difficult?

She was free now; she could leave anytime she wanted.

So why did she keep waiting?

She could just let her phone fall out of her hand and pretend she didn’t see the text.

It took everything in her power to hit send, “I’d love too:)” 

You had been talking to each other every day for weeks. You’ve gone on several more ‘dates,’ which all ended in someone’s bedroom. She hadn’t ever felt this happy, but right now she was freaking the f out. She might have under-packed or maybe over packed her suitcase. What if the swimsuit didn’t fit like it did in the store? Should she have brought snacks? What if she forgot to lock the house? 

The airport was crowded to the point it made everything feel excruciatingly hot. Maybe it was her anxiety that was making her hot. Alicent glanced around at everyone, a million scenarios running through her head. There was no reason for her to be this nervous. Except there were a thousand reasons, she’s never left the country, the plane could crash, and maybe you wouldn’t show up. 

The last one wasn’t realistic. You promised to be waiting at the terminal. You always kept your promises, so she had no reason to worry. But what if you changed your mind? What if the flight was canceled? Or you got sick and didn't feel up to flying.

Was her mind just coming up with different scenarios so she wouldn’t get on the plane? Maybe she should turn around and go home. No, she was free now, she was finally over all the bad that happened. So, there was no reason to not get on the plane.

She had been so caught up in her own thoughts she didn't realize they called her boarding group. She slowly made her way to the gate, getting in the very back of the line. Alicent glanced around the terminal, no sign of you anywhere. She started picking at her fingers, a bad habit. When she was younger, she used to dig at them until they bled. 

The line moved at an excruciatingly slow pace. Every second felt like an hour and every step felt like a mile. However, she had made it to her seat on the plane in one piece.  She was able to get a window seat, something she was thankful for. At least if something bad happened Alicent could watch the plane crash into the waves.

You still hadn’t shown up and her heart rate showed no signs of going down. She could turn back right now, walk off this plane like nothing happened. She could go back to her old life, tucked away safely in her home. She could stop taking risks, what was she even trying to prove? There were thousands of excuses to turn back, and she was using them all. 

By letting this plane take off it meant a new beginning, a real one. The real first step, proof she was living differently and for herself. That scared her, did she even deserve to live for herself? What was her worth if she wasn’t serving someone else? Her fingers dug deeper into the bed of her nails; this was a stupid fucking idea. 

Alicent heard the flight attendant preparing to close the doors, She glanced down at her leg, preparing to jump out of this seat and run out the door. 

Back home.

Back to safety.

Back to what she was used to. 

“Hey! Sorry I took so long I was sat in the wrong seat,” your voice was soft and sweet like honey. Alicent turned around, staring into your eyes. You were gorgeous, to the point it made her temporarily forget what was going on in her head. "You made it," she spoke breathlessly, realizing she had been holding her breath the entire time. 

“I wouldn’t miss going on a trip with you for the world.” You smiled at her, intertwining your fingers with her own. A sense of calm washed over her, like the waves hitting the sand in the early morning. She finally let herself settle back into the seat, letting her eyes flutter close.

This was okay.

She could do this.

This is freedom. 

Alicent Hightower was finally living, 

For herself.

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[asa-do-your-thing]

✨ Alicent rediscovers her Lust for women when Helaena gets a new lady-in-waiting ✨

Fantastic idea! Reader is just so sweet and compassionate Alicent can’t help but want her.

Thank you so much! Here it is:

"Rest Your Love on Me"

Alicent Hightower x F! Reader - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Sex, cunnilingus, fluff, fingering, just general Smut

Alicent had made peace with her situation long ago. Why ever should she not? She was the Queen Mother, wife of King Viserys II and mother of three wonderful children. Whatever she might have felt for Rhaenyra – she refused to call her Princess, as she presented herself in the usurper’s role as of late – was long gone, buried deep inside her. Shame prevented her from trying to find a new paramour, so she had settled in nicely with Ser Criston Cole playing as a second father to her little ones.

Her life had been calm, if not boring. She spent her day listening in on the Council meetings, embroidering and trying to nurture a positive environment for her children, especially for sweet Helaena, whose thoughts seemed to be far away from everyone. Alicent knew she needed a new Lady-in-Waiting; one that could try to bring her daughter out of her shell whilst enduring her love for insects.

Alicent had heard about you from Ser Criston’s sister, who had mentioned your name to her. She was in need of an experienced Lady-in-Waiting for her daughter Helaena and, knowing that you were recently widowed, she sent an invitation for you to come to King's Landing.

You arrived at the castle with mixed feelings, uncertain of what would await you there. But your worries were quickly put to rest. Queen Alicent welcomed you with open arms and expressed her gratitude for your presence; it was clear that she wanted nothing more than the best for her daughter.

The woman before you looked completely different than the one who had commanded you to her presence yesterday. She had closely scrutinized you, even having placed a spider on your arm to observe your behavior, which you had gently cupped in your hand and released outside the window. A pleasant expression adorned her fair features and a discernible glint shone from her eyes. Evidently she had heard wonderful things about you, and she ached for them all to be accurate. When you queried her what she wanted from you, and if there was anything you could do to aid her, she towered upright and confidently stated "Nothing more than what I already see."

Alicent was taken aback. She was not used to feeling such a strong physical attraction towards someone so young, especially someone who could never marry into court. But here she was, feeling something for you she had only ever felt before for Rhaenyra.

It scared her, and yet she also couldn't help but be drawn to you in a way that both excited and terrified her. She wanted to know more about you and learn more about your thoughts and desires.

So Alicent decided to take a chance on you. She invited you to her chambers every evening after dinner, where the two of you would sit together and simply talk about life – yours, hers, the kingdom's – anything that came up in conversation. As time went on, the Queen Mother found herself opening up more and more to you, divulging secrets she had kept hidden for years before finally giving way to laughter and joy as if nothing else mattered in this world or the next.

In the weeks and months that followed, Alicent started to eagerly anticipate your time together. She was mesmerized by the stories you told of your experiences and outlook on life; they were so different from those around the castle. Your arms almost touched as you sat close together, and she found herself captivated by how you carried yourself with such grace and poise even when faced with difficult tasks. Whenever Helaena was around, all her attention was on her daughter, but there were moments when she'd sneak glances at you too. Despite knowing it was wrong, she felt a strong pull towards you, eager for any stolen moment alone.

Desire stirred in her belly the closer she and you got. Whenever the two of you spoke privately, it felt like there was some kind of magnetic force drawing them together. They shared stories from their pasts and talked about building a future for the Targaryen princes. All the courtiers could do was smirk and whisper behind their backs, but they never questioned either of them about their relationship. The more Alicent got to know you, the stronger her feelings grew until eventually, they became too strong to resist – just as Rhaenyra had done so many years ago. She realized that this wasn't just admiration or friendship, it was an irresistible passion.

Every night, after bidding her husband goodnight with a forced smile, she dragged her feet back to her chambers and collapsed onto her bed, desperately trying to force the image of you out of her mind. The way you cradled Helaena up against your full bosom, making your heart thunder in her ears and how she could feel the contours of your strong buttocks when you bent down...She quivered with uncontrollable desire and spent countless nights writhing in pleasure, yearning for you to enter her chambers.

When Alicent heard that you were planning to spend the afternoon in some hot springs in a cave, not too far from King's Landing, after having chased around Helaena in the muddy gardens, she knew that this could be her chance. She asked you if she might accompany you, which made you blush. It was a rare honour for the Queen to spend time with you alone, no less going to the baths.

So the two of you ventured off to the cave, butterflies in your stomachs. The warm air that greeted you as soon as you stepped inside made your hearts race even faster and it was clear to both of you that something special was about to happen.

Alicent slowly began to undress you, her eyes fixed on yours as she peeled away layer after layer until all that remained were your undergarments. She took her time, caressing your body as she did so and kissing every inch of exposed skin. She admired your curves and ran her fingers through your soft hair before finally leaning in for a passionate kiss. As your lips touched for the first time, both of you felt a warmth like never before — an electric current that ran through your veins and left them wanting more.

The way you looked at Alicent with such lustful desire made her heart skip a beat and left her breathless; your touch felt like fire on ice – something so forbidden yet so right all at the same time – and all she wanted was for you to keep going until there would be nothing left between the two of you but pure bliss.

As Alicent continued exploring your body with trembling hands and hungry lips, it felt like everything around you had melted away into nothingness — just the two of you lost in each other’s embrace, completely oblivious to anything else outside this moment. As you swam around, the water lapping at your breasts, Alicent gracefully swam up to you and slid her hand up your thighs.

"Please", you whined needily against her warm neck as you wrapped your arms around her slippery frame,"Please, Alicent..."

Without hesitation, Alicent gently pressed your body against the limestone wall of the cave, her own trembling with anticipation. She gently kissed your neck and moaned softly as you gently touched her rounded breasts, gently rubbing her nipple and suckling on it.

You grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to your body, the heat of Alicent’s curves burning against yours. She reached up and cupped your face in her hands as you both gasped for breath, the intensity of the moment leaving you both speechless. Alicent slowly moved her hands over your mound, gently stroking your pearl and slipping her gentle fingers into your hot womanhood, pushing herself deeper inside you as you groaned softly with pleasure, gently pressing your nails into her back. The pleasurable sensations that surged through your body were like nothing either of you had ever experienced before – it was like heaven on earth. You quickly came undone on her perfect fingers, smiling widely in disbelief over the pleasure your Queen has granted you.

As Alicent grasped onto your shoulders, you knew exactly what you should do. Gently carying her over to a small ledge, you watched in delight as she opened her legs for you, the cold air hardening her nipples and showing you her beautiful cunny. Gently moistening your lips, you made a sloppy trail of kisses up her thighs and stopped at her wonderful opening, kissing and licking it until it seemed that Alicent would start screaming from pleasure. Gently licking your fingers, you lowered her back down into the hot water and inserted a finger into her trembling heat. "Is... this what you wanted, my Queen?", you murmur into her ear, gently quickening the pace of your finger, making sure that you continued stroking her pearl.

The only response you got was a muffled scream, as Alicent grabbed onto you, contracting around your fingers. Giving you a small kiss on the tip of you nose, she nodded and gave you a blissful smile. The two of you drifted away into a state of pure bliss, Alicent's breaths becoming more collected after a while. "We should return", she remarked matter-of-factly, blushing in a deep shade of crimson. "Mayhaps I should reassign you to be my lady-in-waiting, seeing as you... enjoy working for me", she said with a coy smile, gracefully wringing out her auburn hair.

You blush and help her get dressed again. "It should be the greatest honour, your Highness. I could not imagine working for someone better than you."

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Overview:

Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader x Alys Rivers

The war had finally ended with the greens winning, leaving only you, you were spared, used as a servant in harrenhal till you caught Alys' attention, making her come up with a devious plan. [dark]

Aegon II Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Aegon never really cared for his niece, the niece who he remembers to be shy and quiet all throughout childhood, now standing in front of him as a grown woman, making feelings bloom in his heart. [dark]

Alicent Hightower x BestFriend!Reader

Queen Alicent Hightower was a lonely person, until you came about in her life, providing her company, she grew obsessed with you, and when she found out that you were looking for suitors, she saw red, and set her plan in motion to completely make you hers. [dark]

Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Reader

As far as Aemond can remember, he had liked you, not in a way a brother loves his sister, no, in a way a man loves a woman, finding out that you were soon to be betrothed to a Tully for alliance, he feels devastated, until he decides he can prevent it, by ruining you. [dark]

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Daegor and Alicent first time (conceiving aegon) smut?????? 👀

pairing: Fanon!Alicent Hightower x Male OC

summary: Daegor Targaryen and Alicent's first time betraying Viserys.

Word count: 5,1K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, cheating, infidelity, smut, fingering, P in V, slight body worship, creampie, slight breeding kink, slight lactation kink

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Alicent made up her the moment she woke up that morning, she was going to go to Daegor and tell him how inappropriate it was for him to kiss her the day prior in the library. She would be firm and she would not allow her attraction towards him to waver her. She dressed in a red and black dress, her husband's house colors and Daegor's as well, she shook that thought out of her head once she reached Daegor's door.

She took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock, once, twice, three times. A gentle 'Come in' sounded through the door and she took a deep breath before pushing open the door. Her breathe caught in her throat once she caught sight of Daegor sitting in front of the fireplace with a book in his lap, his upper half completely uncovered. He looked up at her and a smug smirk adorned his face, Daemon's brother through and through.

"Good morning, your grace" He closed the book as he teased her. He placed the book on a table by his side and pushed himself to stand. She gulped snapping back to reality.

"Good morning, good brother" She nodded back. She assumed that maybe if he were to hear the relation between them he would compose himself as she has been trying so hard to do. Feeling attracted to her husband's brother was wrong, it was unbecoming of a Queen.

"How can I help you this morning?" Daegor asked, he leaned back against the chair, the smug look on his face was enough to cause butterflies to flutter in Alicent's stomach. She unconsciously began twiddling with her fingers, peeling the skin off the edges of her nails.

"I-I am here to speak to you of what occurred yesterday, it was highly inappropriate and wrong" Alicent spoke shakily, she, herself did not believe her own words but she knew they were the right thing to say and do. She was a married woman, to his brother no less, and he was a widowed man probably seeking any affectionate touch to fill in the void.

"Is that so, your grace?" Daegor pushed himself to stand to his full height. Despite the couple of feet in between them Daegor still towered over her. His platinum blonde hair fluttered when a small gust of wind fluttered through the open window.

"Yes, I am the wife of your brother, your highness. I think some distance would do us some good" Her ten and five namedays old brain could barely understand what was going on, she merely knew that she felt disgusted when her husband touched her and that her belly fluttered when Daegor touched her.

"Do not utter nonsense, your grace" In seconds Daegor was in front of Alicent. She gasped and stumbled back trying to put some distance between them, her head barely worked when he was so near.

"Tell me this is wrong" Daegor ordered once her back made contact with the wall. One of his hands landed by her head and he leaned down as much as possible to be near her height. His head paused only inches away from her own, her eyes glazed over and her hands clutched at her dress, fighting the urge to touch his bare chest.

He tilted his head and finally, their lips touched, his lips felt so familiar, they were like a puzzle finally coming together. Her entire body burned with lust and shame but she wanted more. She knew she could not have more, she was a married woman but the mere smell of him made her knees weak. The smell of musk and vanilla filled her senses. She barely had enough control over her brain to push him slightly away. She panted, her chest heavy from the distance between them now, her eyes did not dare meet his.

"Did that feel wrong?" Daegor asked gently, it sounded like he was talking to a wounded animal. His pointer finger touched below her chin and raised her head up so she would look at him again. Her face was red as her dress was making him smile, she looked so adorable.

"Yes," She whispered breathlessly. She needs to put as much distance between them as possible. Her shaky hand moved to his shoulders and pushed him away a little but her shaky push did not affect Daegor at all, not even an inch of distance was achieved between them.

"Are you sure" He surged forward again and claimed her red lips with his own again. He almost moaned at the taste of her lips again, she tasted like she came over straight after eating some strawberries. His hands fluttered over her hips seeking to pull her closer to him. Alicent had no control over her hands that wandered up to touch the ends of his blonde hair. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second before the sound of Visery's voice echoed in her mind as if her consciousness was reminding her he existed, she was married to someone else. She gasped and pushed him back again.

"This is wrong" She whimpered, her filling with tears. She had had one dream since she met Daegor and it was that he had come over to King's Landing before her wedding and they met before the whole thing with Rhaenyra's happened and instead, she got to marry Daegor instead of Viserys.

"Does it matter?" Daegor's hand reached up to touch her cheek, it was as red as a ripe tomato. Her eyes were wide and filled with conflict. Daegor had half a mind to bundle her up with a blanket and hold her hostage in his bed, protecting her from the rest of the world.

"Please" He whimpered, a man his size should not beg, a man his size should seize but here he was, 6'3, muscular, and a dragonrider looking down at her begging her. She stood frozen looking from one eye to the other trying to understand his intentions.

"Please tell me this does not feel wrong, does it?" Daegor whispered, his breath hitting her face from how close they were. His hands slithered from her hips and to her spine, moving in a comforting way, fingers toying with the laces of her dress rendering her a mushy mess in his arms.

"No" She breathed, it felt like a weight fell off her shoulders with the admission. Daegor wasted no time claiming her lips again. He moaned at the taste again, and he pulled her as close as possible to his body.

His fingers made quick work to untie the laces on her dress. Alicent gasped shocked when the cold air touched her now exposed back. Daegor pulled back to look down at her, her red and swollen lips made him melt, made him want to kiss her even more. Her hair was a mess from rubbing against the wall with each stroke of their lips and tongues. Her chest was heaving trying to suck in as much air as possible. She was the best sight he had ever seen in his entire life, her late wife could not ever compare, Alicent was a goddess even so young still.

"Please, allow me, I beg of you" Daegor almost moaned when one of Alicent's hands reached up to touch his cheek, he must have looked similar to what she did, her eyes were wide trying to trace every inch on his face. His eyes unconsciously trailed down to the swell of her breasts and he almost moaned seeing as her dress had sagged slightly after he had unlaced it and the top of her breasts were on show for his eyes.

"Kiss me" she begged. She had never felt something like this before, Viserys never showed her any emotions and there were times when he would even call Aemma's name during the act. And every single time it was painful, every single time she would force herself to be somewhere else in her mind so she would not have to be present in the moment.

Daegor felt his entire body shudder with excitement and pleasure when their lips met again. Alicent let herself sink into his embrace, moaning with the touch of his hand on her naked back. Daegor used one hand to push the dress down her body leaving her in only her smallcloth. He groaned against her lips, his tongue forcing itself between her quivering lips exploring every inch of her mouth. His teeth nibbled on her lower lip making her gasp from the surge of pain and pleasure.

Daegor leaned down, his hands sliding from her back to her hips and lower to her thigh, Alicent sighed contently pulling away from their kiss, and leaned her head back against the wall. Daegor wrapped his hands under her thighs and pulled them which earned him a squeal from Alicent. Her arms wrapped around his neck from some balance as her legs wrapped around his waist, it was almost a perfect fit if he were not a giant. Alicent looked down at him in shock, she looked like a lost puppy and that caused Daegor's cock to twitch in his pants.

"Tell me you want this" Daegor pleaded, his purple eyes shining under the sunlight that has found ints way in through the windows in his room.

"I want this, I want you" Alicent nodded her head. Her eyes held nothing but affection. Daegor latched his lips to her neck, kissing and sucking earning moans from her. He moved to her pulse point and gave her a soft and gentle kiss, she deserved nothing less than the best, she deserved to be worshiped.

With her secure in his arms Daegor moved away from the wall and moved with calculated movement towards his bed, his grip on her tight and his lips on her neck were relenting. Alicent moaned and clawed at his hair begging for more silently. She gasped when he began lowering her on the silk of his bed. Her eyes opened again and she looked up at him, her hand on his cheek caressed gently, inviting him in. Daegor closed his enjoying her gentle touch, he had never been touched so gently before. His late wife barely tolerated him and they merely touched when they absolutely had to, they fucked once every month in hopes of conceiving and never having to meet again. His whores were paid to fuck him, not to love him, not to touch him gently even when they tried as much as they can, they never held affection for him.

He placed his palm on the back of her hand and moved her hand from his cheek to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on her palm, his stubble tickling her a little. He placed her hand on her stomach before moving off the bed, Alicent watched wide-eyed as he kneeled in front of the bed.

"What are you doing?" She wondered aloud. Daegor smirked at her, grabbing her legs and pulling her in one swift move to the edge of the bed, her hips almost off the edge as well. She gasped shocked and she fisted the sheets for balance.

"Worshiping a goddess" Daegor responded smugly. With that said he leaned down and slowly his lips met the flesh of her thigh. Alicent whimpered, her eyes found his from his place between her legs, the sight of him kneeling in front of her, for her, was heavenly.

"Daegor" One of his hands kept her hips in the right position while the other slid up her thigh, feeling the smooth skin, smelling the oils she smothers herself with for an undeserving man. His fingers finally reached her smallcloth and she shuddered. Her cheeks turned crimson when she felt how wet she was, knowing he could feel it as well.

"Gevie" Beautiful. Daegor assured her as he slowly moved to remove her smallcloth, sliding it down until she was fully exposed and the smallcloth was lying somewhere on the floor. She sucked in a deep breath when his finger touched the lips of her cunt, her back arched when his soft skin made contact with her pearl. She had found pleasure on her own when Viserys did not bother her, but it never seemed enough. Now she felt like her soul left her body as he rubbed gentle circles on her pearl.

"Daegor" Her stomach tightened with each gentle stroke of his finger. He stroked, searched and learned what made her body shudder, what made her lips sing and her eyes close.

"Shhh" He slowly eased a finger in her soaking hole. Alicent's eyes widened and snapped to look down at him. He smiled down at her and curled his finger feeling her walls in search of that one spot, Alicent sighed, her head fell back and her muscles slowly relaxed under his touch. He slid in a second finger stretching her even more, makings sure not to hurt her and to use her juices as lubrication.

"You are so tight, my queen" Daegor grinned up at her, her ego inflating knowing he was the one to do so for her. Alicent ignored his words feeling shame fill her insides but it was gone in a second when he curled his fingers, touching a spot inside of her she did not know existed.

"Oh gods" She cried out, her hips rolling in search of more. Daegor smirked victoriously and slowly massaged that one spot over and over again. Her juices spilled down his hand making it glisten. His free hand moved to hold her hips in place for more control and better access.

"Is that it? does this feel good?" Daegor questioned, he leaned down placing a kiss just above her mound. He sucked making sure to leave his mark on her, just above her cunt, somewhere only the both of them will see because he was sure as hell that Viserys never bothered to prepare her before trying to force his cock inside of her, her reactions showed so. She looked like she was feeling pleasure for the first time in her life.

"Daegor, please" Her arms were held out for him, inviting him. Daegor complied and climbed up the bed, his fingers still deeply seated inside of her, moving in a rhythm he will memorize forever, just for her. He leaned above her, his fingers moving in and out of her, feeling every smooth inch of her insides.

"More Daegor, please more" She whimpered, her hands clutching his shoulder for support. Her hips grinded down against his hand in search of release.

"Come on my queen, peak on my fingers" Daegor leaned down to place a supportive kiss on her forehead. Alicent's head fell back, her stomach clenching with each stroke of his fingers. Her lips opened in a silent scream as her peak washed over her, and her legs shook almost violently. Daegor grunted feeling her gush over his fingers. Alicent let out sighs and moans as she calmed down, her back falling back on the bed and her legs slowly stopped shaking, eyes remained closed for a fraction of time, but they snapped open when she felt him pull his fingers out of her, she watched wide-eyed as he pulled his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean moaning at the taste.

"Sweeter than any fruit I have ever tasted" Daegor praised. Her cheeks heat up embarrassed and she attempted to hide her face in his chest but her held her jaw in place.

"Be proud, be proud that you are a goddess in human form, my queen" Daegor grunted. He leaned down and claimed her lips allowing her to taste herself on his lips, she moaned finding this attractive for some reason. Her fingers latched to his hair, tugging and pulling but at the same time pushing his head closer to her, never wanting to let him go. How wrong this felt but Viserys may be damned she was in heaven.

Tentatively, Daegor's finger glided down from her cheek to her shoulder and down over her chest, Alicent sucked in a breath when his fingers made contact with her erect nipple. Daegor used this opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth again. Alicent's head spun with each stroke of his tongue in her mouth and she vowed to use every opportunity that would rise to seize each one to kiss him.

Daegor moved to kneel between her legs, his fingers slid down from her knees to her thighs and under the fabric of her linnen, feeling the smooth skin beneath. Alicent refused to let him break the kiss, her hands holding his head in place as he explored her body.

She whined when the tip of his warm fingers slid up her belly and tickled the underside of her breast. She pulled back, panting, watching his eyes widen with hunger as he pushed the linen up exposing her stomach and eventually her breasts. She raised her arms allowing him to remove the piece of cloth leaving her fully exposed and at his mercy.

"Daegor" She swallowed, not knowing what was going through his head as he looked down at her breasts. His hand cupped the small flesh, she was perfect, the way she was, she was perfection the way she was.

"Shhh" He shushed her, leaning down and pressing his lips to the column of her neck. She whimpered as he sucked the sensitive skin. Her body relaxing with every touch, she was willingly giving herself to him, trusting him to care for her, trusting him not to hurt her.

He did not remain there for long though, he slowly slid down placing gentle kisses on the swell of her breasts. He sighed deeply once he reached the area between her breasts and sucked deeply intending to leave a bruise there, to remind her that she now belonged to him.

She sighed when his hair tickled her breasts, back arching as he took the hardened nipple into his mouth, he gave it a small suckle making sparks shoot through her being. She withered below him with each stroke his tongue delivered to her breast. She moaned loudly not caring who heard. His hand grabbed her other hand squeezing it, making the nipple stand out, his thumb flickered the hardened numb.

"A goddess" He praised, flickering the nipple again, he watched fascinated as her entire body shuddered reacting to the simple touch.

"I want them to be filled with milk" Daegor admitted, almost feeling shame the second the words left his mouth. He had a previous experience regarding pregnancy, he was indifferent to his late wife but as she grew round with his he could not help but feel attracted to her, knowing he was the one to put a child inside of her, knowing her breasts ached because of his seed and that he was the only one allowed to suckle on her breast to ease he pain until the birth of the child, his cock ached with need, he could feel a couple of drops of precum sliding out of the tip.

"Would you like that, sweet goddess? Would you like me to fill you with my child?" Daegor looked up at her smirking when her eyes rolled as his thigh touched her cunt as he adjusted his position.

"Yes" She moaned, her hands clawing at his back trying to pull him closer to her body, she was desperate. She trapped her lower lip between her teeth watching him as he leaned down and took her other breast in his mouth to give it the same attention as the first one.

Despite feeling shy she could not help herself anymore and allowed one of her hands to slide down his back, curl between their bodies and wrap around his length. Daegor let out a choked gasp shocked at her touch, he had never thought she would be able to gather such confidence and touch his cock. She stroked him gently and slowly afraid that she would do something wrong.

"You want me inside of you?" Daegor teased, he pulled back from her breasts to look down at her. Alicent's whole face heated up and she turned as red as a rose in the gardens. She nodded her head shyly, biting her lip to hide a small smile as she mischievously let her thumb run over his tip, growing more and more comfortable with each touch of his. Daegor shuddered at the feeling and reached down to remove her hand from his cock.

"Now now, let us not do that so we can enjoy ourselves" He grinned down at her. Alicent pushed herself up to claim his lips missing the taste of him in her mouth. Daegor kissed her back with as much passion as she had for him, they were perfect for each other and Daegor cursed fate for not letting them meet before, for not allowing him to claim her as his wife before Viserys.

Daegor was enjoying the sight of Alicent so needy for him, he wanted to hear her beg but he could not wait any more, he need her, he need to feel her, he needed to feel her insides, he needed to feel her wrapped around him, he needed to feel her shudder around him, squeeze him and beg him to let her cum.

He reached above Alicent's head and pulled one of the pillows to the side for later. He placed his palms on her ass and lifted her up earning a shocked squeal from her lips as he moved her to lay further up on the bed in a more comfortable position. He smirked down at her as he grabbed the pillow he pulled aside and lifted her hips to place it under lower back, making her back arch.

"What are you doing?" Alicent questioned confused, Viserys had never done this before.

"This is more comfortable and pleasurable for women" Daegor explained shocked that she did not know. He cursed Viserys in his head for what he probably is doing to the poor girl.

"Are you sure?" Daegor needed her permission, he had never once taken a woman against her will and he never would, he was no Daemon Targaryen. Alicent nodded her head eagerly, she no longer could wait, she needed to know what he meant with more comfortable and pleasurable.

"Use your words, my queen" Daegor's hand moved up to push her hair out of her face gently, his touch was like a balm to her wounds, she had never been handled so gently, no one had ever touched her with love and care except her mother many years ago.

"Yes Daegor, please" Alicent whimpered, she tried pushing her hips up to meet his. Daegor pushed her hips down to keep her in the same position.

"Shhh, I got you darling" Daegor assured her. Alicent took a deep breath to calm her nerves down and looked into his eyes. Daegor grabbed himself, stroked himself once, twice, three times before bringing the tip to her cunt. He smirked as he ran the tip over her cunt over and over again, coating his cock her arousal and earlier release. Alicent whined wiggling a little, trying hard not to though but she could not take it anymore.

"Please" she begged, her entire body shivering with need, want. She wanted to feel him inside her, even with her previous experiences with Viserys were painful but Daegor showed her the heaven with his finger, what could he do with his cock then?

"I know sweet queen, I know" Daegor shushed her. With a smug grin, he pushed the tip inside of her, immediately Alicent could tell the difference between Viserys and Daegor, Viserys was not nearly as close in size to Daegor. Daegor was much bigger and she could indicate that from the tip alone, she gulped fearing the rest of his cock.

"Here" Daegor's hand slid under her own hand that was clutching the pillow under her hips and intertwined fingers. He moved their hands to rest beside her head. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead, showing her how proud of her he was, for being so calm and still as he pushed the rest of his cock inside of her slowly, it was almost so slow she contemplated begging him again for more.

"So tight, my queen" Daegor grunted, his brows furrowed in concentration to not cum so early and embarrass himself. Alicent's other hand snapped to clutch his bicep, eyes rolling back from how deep he was inside of her, he reached places that have never been touched before.

"Daegor" The lewd moan that left her lips made Daegor clench his jaw, determined to hear it again. Daegor drew his hips back before pushing back in earning whines from Alicent's lips. His free hand slid down to grab her hip, he used his grip on her hip to move her along with his hips. He built the rhythm up slowly at first but picked up pace as more moans and whines left Alicent's lips, it was intoxicating, and he wished he could hear them forever.

Soon enough he found himself snapping his hips against hers and oh did it feel good. Her walls squeezed his cock as if there was no tomorrow and she needed his seed right this instant. Her hand squeezed his needing an anchor so she would not lose herself completely but he was about to change that. Daegor let go of her hand and moved back on his haunches, knees rubbing against the sheets. His hands grabbed her hips and raised them even higher so that her buttocks barely touched the pillow he placed under her.

Alicent cried out in shock at the new position which allowed his cock to bully her walls even deeper. Her hands clawed at the sheets below her. Daegor grinned almost evilly watching her squirm and cry out his name over and over again, his name not Viserys, not Daemon's but his. He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth suckling on it desperately. He could not wait for the day he could do this again and kiss every inch of her, lather her with his love and worship as she deserved.

The feeling of his hot mouth on her nipple seemed to be the end of her. She cried out screaming his name as loud as she could while breathless. Her hands snapped up to grab at his blonde hair in a tight grip, pushing his head down and closer to her chest wanting him to never stop sucking on her erect nipple, her hips squirmed and rolled desperately to both run away from the sensation and to feel more of it, she could not get enough. Daegor reached down between them and circled her clit with the tip of his thumb.

"Daegor please, too much" Alicent begged, squirming in his arms. Daegor bit her nipple, pulling back with it in his mouth before letting it go, even more swollen and red with his mark.

"I know sweet girl, I know. Just a little more" Daegor sat back, hips not pausing for a second, he needed to find his release. Her head rolled back as she gushed around him, her release coating his cock and thighs. Her entire body shook in his arms. He grabbed her shaking legs and threw them over his shoulder to go even deeper.

"That is it, good girl" Daegor whispered, his eyes focused on her face, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open with screams and moans of his name. His finger on her clit seized all movement noticing the frown on her face, he would teach her to take overstimulation soon enough, one day soon.

With a grumble he leaned down folding her in half, legs still over his shoulders he leaned down and kissed her swollen and red lips. He tried hiding his grunts of pleasure with each thrust and roll of his hips, he was so close. A new wave of pleasure crashed into Alicent as he gutted his hips into her and she moaned against his lips as she gushed around him a second time. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt him spill himself inside of her. Daegor thrust several times sloppily before shoving his entire cock inside of her and pausing completely balls deep inside of her. He pulled back from her lips grunting loudly with each wave of pleasure before pulling cock completely out of her unable to take the friction anymore.

"Good girl" Daegor praised sitting up on his knees. He looked down at Alicent laying still on his bed, covered in sweat, legs open for him, his cum dripping out of her hole. He reached down and scooped up some of his cum and reached to smother it on her breast as if he was in a trance. Then he raised his fingers with a little of his cum still on them and held them up to Alicent's lips. With a sparkle in her eyes she opened her eyes and let him slide his fingers into her mouth, she moaned closing her lips around his digits and sucked the sour-tasting cum in, and swallowed.

"Good queen" He pulled his fingers out of her mouth grinning. Once the shaking of his thighs seized and his cock softened he moved to grab a damp cloth and sat back down by her side.

"Can I?" He questioned, showing her the cloth. Alicent nodded her head and watched as he wiped down her body, from head to toe cleaning her up before throwing the cloth to the side.

He laid down on the bed beside her and opened his arms inviting her, not forcing her, but letting her make the choice herself. With teary eyes Alicent cuddled into his chest, holding onto him, onto the only person who gave her a choice.

"Hold me" She begged. Daegor tightened his arms around her, rubbing comforting circles on her hips as he whispered sweet nothings into her damp her, placing a kiss or two to the crown of her head every now and then.

"Shhh I am here, I will hold you as long as you wish" Daegor assured her. Both of them remained in his room the entire day, royal duties and training may be damned. Daegor had not felt so alive in so many years before, he wished this moment would never end ever.

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Hey , I saw that you write for Alicent and immediately had an idea. What if Y/N is the second daughter of Viserys and his first wife. After her father and Alicent's wedding, she hears that her father doesn't treat Alicent right in bed and shows her one night what it means to be loved and treated right (18+)

Hi writerslove and anon!! I paired these two together, I hope you do not mind! I am not that good at writing smut yet, so I hope this is good!

alicent hightower x targaryen! female! reader

pretty much the ask

word count: 1387 words reading time: about 7 minutes warnings: smut

You've always had an eye for the friend of your older sister, and now the second wife of your father. Alicent Hightower, your stepmother, the woman who held your affection for the past few years. Yet, out of respect for your sister's friendship with her, you never said anything. Shoving down the fluttering feeling in your stomach when her hand lingers on yours when she bends forward slightly and the top of her breasts are exposed, her hot breath in your ear when she whispers to you.

But there was a breaking point to such restraint, a point where you could not hear the whispers any longer. It seemed to be common knowledge about how your father was in bed, the displeasure Alicent received. It upset you and angered you to an extent, to know if she was with you she would never feel such a thing. That each night she would reach her completion by your hands, your tongue.

Coming to stand at the door to Alicent's chamber you awaited for the maid to announce your presence. Fixing your arms for a moment, ensuring you looked presentable. The door opened once more, the maid bowing as you walked past her. Looking into the room it was only Alicent and a few other maids. "Leave us." Your voice is powerful and left no room for argument as the girls quickly bowed and left the room, shutting the door behind them. Which you were quick to lock to ensure there would be no one sneaking in.

"May I ask why you are here?" Alicent sat at her dresser, brushing her soft hair as her eyes met your through the mirror. Closing the distance between the pair of you, you softly but firmly take hair brush from her. Beginning to brush her hair for her "Can I not simply speak with you? I feel we don't spend a lot of time together anymore." Your words held a lot of truth, the pair of you hardly ever getting time alone. In between duties and responsibilities, there are only small windows to speak to each other.

"I suppose you are right. It has been some time since it is you and I." Alicent's voice was soft as her eyes flicked down to her hands, which sat on her lap. Picking at the skin around her nails it was clear to you that she was nervous. Your mind drifted to why, perhaps it was because it had been a while since they had not spoken. Or maybe it was something else, perhaps she knew the purpose of your visit.

"What is the matter Alicent? You know I can always tell when something is on your mind." Running your fingers through her hair you begin parting strands, as though you are going to braid her hair. But you knew playing with her hair would calm her, the pair of you used to sit under a tree together. She would read to you as you played with her hair. It was back when life seemed so normal.

"I am fine, nothing is the matter." She says quickly, too quickly for it to be the truth. Carefully your hands move to her shoulders, softly massaging them. Quickly her eyes flick up to yours in the mirror, yet you were already looking at her. Mischievous in eyes. the woman knew you were up to no good but did not say anything. "Are you sure?" You ask leaning down to whisper in her ear, your hands moving down her chest.

Cupping her breasts in our hands you squeeze them softly, feeling the weight of them in your hands. Alicent gasps softly, her hands covering yours. But she did not remove them, simply having her hands there to not stop you from doing anything else. Her brain was trying to catch up with what you were doing, but there was no resistance.

"I've heard how my father can't satisfy you. Leaving you begging and needing more. But I could fix that, all you must do..." Your breath was hot on her ears, making her shiver slightly. Pausing for a moment your teeth skim her earlobe "is say so." Alicent was silent for a few moments, not knowing what to do. Her eyes see yours, then flick to your hands and finally your lips. Not being able to form the words to answer yous he simply nods. Yet it was not enough for you "I want to hear your pretty voice." Letting out a shaky breath, she speaks "I want this, I want you."

It was all you needed to hear, a frenzy of kisses begin to litter her neck. Alicent tilts her head up and to the side to give you more access. Her hands leave yours leaving moving up to run her fingers in your hair, slightly tugging at the roots. One of your hands stays on her breast while one begins to roam over her body. Breaking away from her neck you speak "Get up and take off your dress," Your voice is airy and lustfulness your eyes roaming her figure as she does at your command. Standing up from her chair, under your watchful eyes she undresses. For a moment she stops, the sleeves only showing her exposed shoulders. Growing shy under your gaze, she did not know what to do. Crossing the small space between you and her your hands over hers, helping her pull her dress down. "You're beautiful, darling. No need to hide it." You smile softly dropping her dress to allow it to pool at her feet.

Her eyes look up at you, almost wanting to object to your words. But you capture her mouth in a kiss, putting all your love and lust into it for her. Your hands roam her naked body and her hands roam you, trying to simply take in each other. Memorising each curve and dip. Guiding her to the bed you move her until the back of her knees meet the edge of the bed, causing her to fall back. Her breathing is heavy as she watches you, awaiting your next move. The passion she felt for you was like nothing else. Something she never felt with your father ever before. It was lustful, the pair of you equals in this.

Undressing, your eyes roam her body. As you discard your clothes to the side your grab her thighs, massaging the soft, plump skin. Smoothing over to the side of her thighs you pull her lower half to hang off the edge. Getting on your knees you did not let her go, wanting to feel her warm skin. Hooking her legs over your shoulders you look up at her, Alicent was already looking at you almost confused as to what you were going to do.

"That's is pretty girl, eyes on me." You say softly, your breath tickling her thighs. You begin to leave stray kisses on the inside of her thighs as you woke up to her core. Slow, broad licks at her core made her gasp. Her hand flew to your hair as she tried to grapple with this new sensation. After a few moments, you move to her clit, sucking on it for a moment as you enter two fingers into her. Back arching Alicent lets out a strangled moan, trying her best to be quiet. If the pair of you were found in this state heads would roll.

Curling your fingers in her, it seemed to be becoming all too much. Her body shakes slightly as she cums, finally reaching her release for what feels like the first time. She had never felt such a sensation before, never with her husband. Normally with him, it was full of his grunts and his pleasure. For the first time, she felt as though she was on a pedestal, being looked after by you. Something she could find herself getting used to.

Lapping at her juices you snake your way up to her face, capturing her lips. Tasting herself on you she moaned softly, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Her eyes were star-struck as she at you s your part. It left you feeling satisfied, completing what you had come here to do.

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Alice Denham, identified by @beautiesofbygoneeras

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[jamespotterismydaddy]

A Simple Favour

alicent x assassin!reader smut

A/N: this was a request here so I hope you enjoy!!

TW: smut!!, dacryphilia, nipple play, thigh riding, slight dubcon because alicent pays reader with sex

wordcount: 989 words

“My Queen.” You say smoothly as you enter her chambers. The hour is much later than what would be considered respectable. “Your request has been fulfilled.”

“Good.” Alicent responds as she rises from where she was sitting. She reaches over to grab a hefty bag of gold dragons. She brings it over to you and holds it out with one hand. You eye the bag but don’t grab it.

“I’m afraid that will be insufficient… Your Grace.” You speak and turn away from where she stands.

“Insufficient? This is the price we agreed on.” She looks astonished and her anger begins to grow.

“I have decided that I would prefer a different method of payment.” You say as you begin to pace around her bedchamber.

“Who could prefer a different method to gold?” She asks incredulously. 

“I think that we would both quite enjoy this method. The clattering of coins only lasts so long.” You face her again, a certain look in your eyes. It doesn’t take her long to realize what you mean.

“You dare to proposition your queen?” You know it is a dangerous thing to do but you’ve already decided that the reward outweighs the risk.

“All debts must be paid, Your Grace.” You say simply. You aren’t stupid, no, you only ask because you are almost entirely sure of what her answer will be. Almost. You wait in anticipation for her response.

“I shall see under your robes and will decide if you are worth such a price.” You try not to visibly smile at her answer as you drop your cloak and begin shedding everything under it. You can see her watching carefully once you are left in only your corset and slip.

“Might you help me with the laces, my Queen?” You ask her with a mischievous tone. She decides to humour you and begins to untie your corset. Her touch is feather-soft as you feel her hands ghost over your skin. She steps in front of you once again so she can observe you as your smallclothes follow your slip which follows your corset to the floor. You are naked for her. Her eyes rake over you in a seductive way; a way that makes you feel desired.

“I am at your mercy, assassin.” You smirk wolfishly at her words, striding over quickly so that your lips can meet hers. You may be younger than her but you are also much more educated in sexual desires so dominance reigns true to you. 

“Let's take off these clothes.” You aid her with her own cloak and then her very expensive looking nightgown so that she is left in her smallclothes. You then lay yourself on her bed and spread your legs.

“I think you know enough to understand what to do.” You say smugly but she makes her way over anyways and kneels between your thighs. She starts by pressing light kisses all over your breasts and then begins to kiss down your body until she has reached her destination. She sucks at your pearl and just does what she assumes you would like best. Her fingers come up to slip between your folds before entering inside of you. “Yes, like that.” You groan. Alicent feels any initial hesitancy slip away. She knows that what she is doing is a sin but your whimpers are much more heavily than the songs that any angel could sing. She decides it is worth any punishment the gods could give her. Your hand falls down to grip her hair, pulling it roughly as you feel your peak approaching. She sucks more on your pearl now, edging you closer and closer before, “Oh fuck…” You moan as you cum, tightening around her fingers.

“Have I pleased you, little assassin?” She asks, her tone surprisingly playful for her usual persona.

“You have. I believe it is your turn now, my Queen.” She loves the way the title falls off your lips. “You won’t be needing these.” You say as you begin to tug at her smallclothes before bringing her in for another heated kiss. 

When she is fully naked, your pupils blow out wide at the sight of her breasts, so full and perky. You lean your head down to kiss one, tounging at her nipple as you bring your hand up to pinch and tease the other one. She lets out many little whimpers but your favourite is the sound she makes when you bite down slightly.

“Ride my thigh.” You command her and lay back so you can get the full view. She quickly obeys you and you put your hands behind your head in a relaxed position as she puts in all the effort. She grinds herself against you as you watch with a lazy smirk on your face. “Play with your tits.” You command again and she begins to tease her own nipples now. She begins to grind against you faster and you notice as she begins to get tired.

“I-I can’t.” She whines as she desperately tries to reach a peak that won’t come. You roll your eyes and place your hands on her hips to guide her.

“Whiny little baby.” You tease cruelly and to your delight, the beginning of tears spring to her eyes.

“Please please… help more.” She begs. Even with you guiding her, she is still exhausted. 

“Fine. Turn around then.” You help her to turn around on your lap and lie back with you a bit. Your hand snakes around to rub tight circles on her pearl.

“Oh…” She whimpers and with your help, is cumming in only a few short moments.

You both breathe heavily. She then shifts to lay next to you so you can cuddle.

“If it pleases, my Queen. I think I shall take all my future payments in this manner.” You say as you play with her curls.

“It would please me greatly.”

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[wandasgf]

WEST COAST. mdni. 18+.

pairings: older!natasha romanoff + f!maximoff!reader

summary: in which natasha agrees to help with a bake sale and you both stumble into admitting your feelings

warnings: legal age gap (natasha is 43 and reader is 22), pining lesbians, top!natasha, bottom!reader, finger sucking, light dom/sub dynamics, fingering, brief daddy kink

wc: 5.7k

a/n: thank you very much for this request, it gave me brain worms, also this is not proof read so :]

“Come on, Tash, please? Mom said you’d go with me because she’ll be busy with B and T’s school fair.” You practically beg the older woman, holding your cell phone carefully between your cheek and shoulder as you finish mixing up the ingredients for the cupcakes you were baking; it wouldn’t be the first time you dropped it in some cake batter if you weren’t careful. Half of them were for Billy and Tommy’s school fair and the other half were for the bake sale you were helping out with at your university. You had taken it upon yourself to do the baking this year because you knew your mother, Wanda, would be busy with work and getting your younger brothers ready for the fair. They were always very hyper and excitable, it took a lot to round them up. You didn’t really mind though, you did have some extra free time and you always got restless when you truly had nothing to do.

Natasha chuckles on the other end of the phone, “Your mom can say anything she wants, sweetheart. That doesn’t make it true, that just makes her Wanda.” She can practically hear you rolling your eyes as you groan at her response. She’s typing lazily with one hand as the other holds her cellphone, not paying nearly as much attention to her work as she should, especially with the deadlines coming up for this quarter. She can’t help it, though, you rarely call her like this, and when you do she wants to give you as much attention as she possibly can. “Besides, I thought this was something you could handle on your own. You’re a big girl, aren’t you? A little bake sale shouldn’t scare you.”

“Ugh, I’m not scared, you jerk. I just think it would be a little easier if I had someone to help me! And, I want to check out everything else too. I heard the haunted house this year is gonna be amazing! Peter’s working on it with MJ, I just have to go,” you put the phone down on the counter and put it on speaker, not wanting to risk dropping it while you pour the batter into the cupcake tray; that wouldn’t be the first time either. “It won’t be as much fun if I’m by myself, and Kate will be busy trying to make people want to join the archery club. Please? It’ll be so fun, I’ll even give you a cupcake for free.” You try to bargain with her, knowing that she’s always been a fan of your baking since she’s so terrible at it herself.

The bake sale was a part of your university’s fall celebration. Every October, they held a bake sale, a club fair, a haunted house, games and some other things in the week leading up to Halloween. This was your fourth one, and usually, you’d force your friend Kate to help you, but this year she’d agreed to help out with the archery club before you could ask. Not that you minded, because when you brought it up, your mother had absentmindedly suggested that maybe Natasha could help you since she couldn’t, and you would never say no to spending time with the redhead. You don’t know when exactly your schoolgirl crush on your mother’s friend turned into the very real thing it was now. You wouldn’t even say it was a crush because at this point you were certain you were damn near in love with the older woman, but you knew it was something you could never have. So, even as you and Natasha grew closer as you grew older, becoming something akin to friends now that you’ve reached your early twenties, all you could do was cherish the time you got together. 

You can hear Natasha sigh before she responds, “Fine, but you better make it two or I’m leaving before you get to that haunted house.” You’re about to thank her profusely before she speaks again, effectively cutting you off before you even started, “Now, listen, I’d love to stay on the phone with you, but if I’m gonna take the day off tomorrow, I’ve got some work to finish. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” 

You both bid each other goodbye and once you hang up the phone, you smile giddily. Natasha was going to take the day off tomorrow for you. Natasha, who was always busy with work, was going to take the day off so she could help you with your silly fall bake sale. “Oh my God… Oh my God!” You feel like a teenage girl with a crush again, getting so excited over something so simple, but you just can’t help it because you know if anyone else had asked, Natasha would have said no. You check the time to make sure none of your family members would be home soon before you call Kate. You just have to tell her about this. You have to get out all your nervous excitement and giddiness before you see Natasha tomorrow, you’ve always been afraid she could see right through you and your feelings. You didn’t need to be more obvious than usual tomorrow. 

And, yeah, you do make two cupcakes specially for Natasha with red icing because you know it’s her favorite color even though the rest of the icing is orange and black. 

-

Tomorrow comes quicker than both you and Natasha would like. You, because you still don’t know what to wear, and honestly, you’re a little worried Kate might come by and say something stupid. She’s always telling you to just put it out there and let Natasha know how you feel, but you can name at least a thousand reasons why that is the worst idea she’s ever had. Not including when she broke the church’s bell tower by accident when she was a freshman. First and foremost being that Natasha is your mother’s best friend, Natasha is twice your age, and ruining the little platonic relationship that you have with Natasha would hurt you more than when Karolina Dean moved away in the seventh grade when the two of you had what you would now call some sort of situationship. 

And Natasha, because she doesn’t really know why she agreed to do this at all. She really does have work she needs to get done and there’s truly no reason she couldn’t have told you to ask one of your university friends to help you, she knows Kate isn’t your only friend, far from it. Well, the first part of that is a lie– she does know why. She knows exactly why she agreed to help you, she agreed because you asked. What she doesn’t know is what she’s going to do around you today with no one as buffer. No Wanda, no Billy, no Tommy, not even her sister Yelena, it’s just you and her. Sure, there would be other students on campus and coming up to the bake sale table, but in her mind, it’s still just you and her. She doesn’t like when it’s just you and her, because when it is everything feels too real. Suddenly, when it’s just the two of you, there’s no reason for her to hold back. And she knows she needs to hold back, she has to because there’s no world in which you would ever be allowed to be hers. 

You’re holding up different sweaters in the mirror, trying to figure out which looks better with the particular shade of denim you’re wearing, when you hear a knock on your door and your mother walks in. “What’s up?” You turn your head to look at her before turning back to the mirror, still trying to decide. “The one with the brown in it,” she hums, walking over to sit on your bed. She’d always been able to tell just what you were thinking even if you didn’t ask. “You’re overthinking this sweater a lot. Are you sure it’s just Natasha that’s going to be with you today?” You weren’t prepared for her question and your eyes widen just the slightest and you hope she doesn’t notice. “Yeah, just Natasha. Kate’s doing her archery thing, and I think America is helping MJ and Peter with the haunted house.”

“Okay… Well, if there was someone, you know it’s okay for you to tell me, right?”

“Mom!” You groan, she seriously cannot be doing this right now. You’re a grown woman, for god’s sake… but you do appreciate how much she cares for you, you just can’t tell her. Ever.

“Alright, alright! I just wanted you to know. The boys and I are going to be leaving in a few minutes. You should come say goodbye to them, I think they’re going to stay at your father’s tonight...”

You make a noise of agreement, nodding. You know there was a ‘but’ that she wanted to say, but you both knew what it was without her saying it out loud. They were supposed to stay with Vision last weekend too, but that never happened. “I’ll be down in a few minutes.” 

Wanda squeezes your shoulder as she walks past you, and you wait until she’s shut the door before you let your head fall back slightly, staring up at the ceiling. You can’t help but think she’s known for a while, and you feel slightly nauseous at the fact. If she knows, maybe Natasha does too, and that just can’t happen. 

Natasha arrives a few minutes after Wanda and the boys leave, opting to pull into the driveway when she sees the lack of her friend’s minivan in it. She told you she’d pick you up because it made no sense to take two cars and she had to pass your house to get to the university anyway. She takes two seconds before she turns the car off and gets out. She’s too old to be acting like an insecure teenager, she can do this. She’s dressed for the occasion, wanting to fit into the fall theme, wearing a nice knit sweater and a casual pair of pants. 

Her heart squeezes when you open the door and you’re wearing your own knit sweater, she forgot how cute you looked during the fall. “Tasha! I’ll just be a few minutes, I have to get everything packed up and put my shoes on, but then we can go. Come in!” You’re out of her sight as quick as you stepped into it, wanting to get everything done as quickly as possible. You didn’t want to make her wait. 

“I was hoping you wouldn’t make me stand out here the whole time.” Natasha steps inside, wiping any dirt off of the bottom of her boots on the doormat. She’d take them off, but there’s no point if you’ll just be leaving in a few minutes, anyway. Sue her. “Where are those cupcakes I was promised?”

“They’re on the counter, the red ones.” You call out from the kitchen, you weren’t expecting her so early or maybe you’d lost track of time after you said your goodbyes to everyone earlier. It’s a comfortable silence as you move around the room, packing everything up while Natasha eats her cupcakes, offering to help you every few minutes, but you just wave her off. She wouldn’t usually let you do that, but she was enjoying the food, so she’d settle for not letting you bring anything out to the car, she’d do that herself. 

“Okay, done!” You say, proud of how quickly you’d gotten everything done, and turn to look at Natasha only to find her already looking at you. You feel heat rush to your cheeks and you avert your gaze quickly. “I can see that. You put your shoes on and I’ll bring everything out to the car.” She doesn’t phrase it as a question, but you open your mouth to object anyway, only to be interrupted before you can speak, “It’ll be faster this way, won’t it? Go put your shoes on, cupcake.”

The name leaves you grumbling as you huff and walk out of the kitchen, knowing she’s right. Natasha only chuckles before she starts bringing everything out to her car, making sure that nothing is going to accidentally get squished or have their containers tipped over. Once everything is settled, she grabs the latte from the cupholder in the front seat and meets you at your front door as you’re locking it, “This is for you because I know you spent way too long in the kitchen last night.” 

“Non-dairy?”

“Of course.”

“Then thank you.” You take the cup from her, your breath hitching when your fingers brush and bring it up to your lips to take a drink. “Oh my God, this is good.”

“I figured you’d like it. Now, come on, weren’t you the one who said we needed to get there early?”

-

The car ride passes comfortably, with the occasional small talk, but mostly the radio playing quietly in the background while you sip on your latte and Natasha taps against the steering wheel in time with the song. You find that you don’t need to talk to enjoy your time with her, just being with her is enough. Feeling her presence around you is enough for you to feel relaxed and get that warm feeling that only Natasha can give you. When you arrive and Natasha finds somewhere to park, you take a quick scan of the quad. Thankfully, she was able to find close parking, which is a miracle, really. Your eyes light up when you spot Professor Potts standing near an empty table which you can now only assume is for the bake sale. 

“I’ll be right back, I just have to go talk to Professor Potts for a second.” You point behind you with your thumb and then turn to leave. You only take two steps before you’re turning your head to look at Natasha again, “But, actually, since I know you won’t let me help, you can start bringing everything over to the table. I’ll be right next to it.”

Natasha laughs a little under her breath at how quickly you went from ‘you’re not carrying everything yourself, Tasha’ in the car to ‘actually, you do everything’ now that you were actually here. “Yes, Ma’am.” She teases, and you roll your eyes at her before starting to walk over. 

It doesn’t actually take long for Natasha to bring everything over to the table, and by the time she’s done, you’re wrapping up your conversation with Professor Potts– Pepper, as you usually call her. You were just double checking the details of the bake sale and what the prices were supposed to be before you properly set everything up, but you didn’t think Natasha would be particularly interested in that conversation, so you figured she’d be happy enough to bring everything over while you talked. “Oh! Pepper, this is Natasha. Natasha, this is Pepper. She’s one of the professors who helps run the student societies!”

“It’s nice to meet you, Natasha. I didn’t realize Y/N was bringing her partner today.” Pepper smiles and holds her hand out for Natasha to shake. 

“Oh, she’s n–”

“It’s nice to meet you as well. It was a bit of a last minute thing, something about Kate and archery, but I’m sure it’ll be fun.” Natasha shakes Pepper’s hand, mirroring the other woman’s smile. 

“Speaking of Kate and archery, I’m sure you two can manage this just fine on your own, because I have to go find her and make sure that her ‘advertising’ of the archery club doesn’t include any actual arrows this time.” Pepper sighs, and Natasha just laughs like she knows exactly what it’s like to deal with Kate’s antics, before Pepper walks off.

You stare at Natasha wordlessly for a couple of seconds, thinking maybe she’s going to say something about the fact that she just implied the two of you are together, but instead she just raises an eyebrow at you. “Are you going to tell me how you want this table set up or am I just supposed to guess?”

“Oh– no, yeah, I’ll help.” Your cheeks heat up as you start telling her where you want everything placed and start to write the prices on the little chalkboard easel Pepper had put on the table. You quickly forget all about the incident as you start setting things up and your friends stop by the table to talk before going to tend to their own responsibilities. You don’t really pick up on the way they all point out Natasha’s presence, meaning to tease you, but you just tell them happily that she’d agreed to help because Kate couldn’t. 

The rest of the bake sale goes on like this until you run out of things to sell, some people making comments about how good of a pair you and Natasha made or saying something about how they didn’t realize you’d have someone with you here today. You seemed to ignore it, not saying anything about it or giving any indication that it made you uncomfortable, but Natasha was quick to pick up on what the implications were. It didn’t help, she realized, that the color palettes the two of you chose to wear complimented each other so well that it looked a little like your outfits were matching. 

The way in which you acted as if these comments were normal and that you might have expected them or even welcomed them makes Natasha’s brain go haywire. She can’t help but think of all the things this could possibly mean, but the final thought her brain lands on is that she can’t help but wonder if it would be wrong of her to bask in this for just a little bit. She had already not corrected Pepper when she implied you were together– though, that was more so because she didn’t want to embarrass either of you. So would it be so wrong for her to lean into that? To let everyone think you were a couple? To treat you like you were her’s for just a little bit? She doesn’t think so. 

You’re in almost a daze as the rest of the day goes by. Natasha takes you to the haunted house like you wanted and holds your hand the whole time so you don’t get too scared. If you had known Yelena was helping inside the house, you might not have wanted to go so bad. She’s still holding your hand when you exit the haunted house, and she continues to hold it when you talk to Peter and MJ when you spot them outside. She lets go when she gets a phone call and gives you an apologetic smile and excuses herself, but not before giving your hand a little squeeze, and you feel your heart leap in your chest. All of this feels too natural, being with Natasha like this. Holding her hand, laughing with her, walking with her. It’s now when you realize just how close you and Natasha have been all day and you stumble in the middle of your sentence while talking to MJ. 

“You okay there?”

“Yeah!” It comes out too loud and too quickly, “yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired, you know. Long day and late night last night baking.” 

“Mm… Nothing to do with your woman over there?” MJ points not so subtly over at where Natasha is currently talking on the phone.

Your eyes go wide, “She’s not– she’s not my woman, MJ!”

“You’ve been holding hands this whole time and she’s… here instead of at work,” she gives you a look like she doesn’t believe you at all, “seems like your woman to me.”

“Yeah! Mr. Stark only ever takes time away from work if Ms. Potts asks him to and you know how they are, Y/N.” Peter chimes in.

You feel your face go red hot and you groan, “can we please stop talking about this right now?”

“Stop talking about what?” You jump when Natasha suddenly appears beside you and wraps her arm around your waist. 

“Oh, we were just talking about how scared Y/N got in the haunted house.” MJ lies smoothly before giving you a look. 

“Yes, but now we’re done talking about that and we should get back to our table to clean up properly.” You change the subject, trying not to focus on Natasha’s arm wrapped around you, but it’s lighting your body on fire and it’s very hard to focus on anything else. She squeezes your side softly and nods, “sure. It was nice talking to you, MJ, Peter. Good job on the haunted house.”

You barely let Peter get out a “Thanks, Ms. Romanoff!” before you’re slipping out of Natasha’s hold to grab her hand and practically dragging her away from them. She heard the conversation starting from you stuttering over the implication that you’re together, but for you, she can pretend she didn’t hear a thing. So, instead of bringing it up, she gives your hand a soft squeeze. “It’s okay that you were scared, you know? You don’t need to be embarrassed, Yelena can be pretty terrifying when you actually get a look at her.”

“Tasha!” You scold, swatting at her shoulder, “don’t be mean to your sister,” but you can’t help but giggle just a little bit. She only chuckles, and despite the way you’re both struggling to decide whether to bring your feelings up or not, you settle into the comfortable existence you share with each other. 

Before you know it, you’re in Natasha’s car again and on your way to her house. She said she just had a couple of things to do in her home office before she would take you home again, but she would try to be as quick as possible. Technically speaking, your mother should be done with Billy and Tommy’s school fair and you could just ask her to come pick you up, but you don’t tell Natasha that. You would much rather get to spend some extra time with the older woman (and you love the way her house smells) than go home and inevitably spiral as you think about the day and everything that’s happened with her before calling Kate and spilling everything. 

When you get there, she tells you to make yourself comfortable and help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you want to before she disappears into her office at the end of the hall. You settle down on her couch and scroll through your phone for a few minutes before you start to get bored. You consider the fact that Natasha is working on her day off and think that maybe she’d appreciate a coffee, especially if she didn’t have to make it herself, so you stand up and wander into the kitchen. It’s nice and modern, but it has a few personal touches that make it distinctly Natasha. You notice that the coffee maker is right on top of the counter and you look in the cupboard for a mug before you get started on making her coffee. 

You’re pretty sure that the only thing Natasha likes in her coffee is a little bit of sugar, so you take a little look around the pantry until you find some, and when the coffee is ready, you pour it into the mug before adding a little sugar. You hum to yourself and make sure you haven’t spilled anything on the counter, picking up the mug and then starting the path to Natasha’s office. This all feels so natural, that the usual nervousness of doing something like this for the older woman doesn’t even creep in until you actually see her. 

You knock on the door, waiting a second before opening it with your free hand. “Tasha?” You push the door open and Natasha looks up from the paperwork on her desk to greet you with a smile. “You get bored out there, sweetheart?” She puts her glasses up on the top of her head and turns to look at you properly. 

“I. um, made you coffee. I figured you might want some since you weren’t expecting to have to work today.” You walk towards her desk and when you’re close enough, she takes the mug from you and leans up to press a soft kiss to your lips as a sign of her gratitude, “thank you, sweetheart.”

Your brain short circuits.

She almost drops the mug onto the floor. 

You just look at her, frozen, for a few seconds as you watch the wheels turning in her head. She puts the mug down on the desk carefully as she tries to figure out what exactly she’s going to say now. She hadn’t even really thought about it before it happened, it just felt so natural and like something she’s supposed to and allowed to do. But in reality, kissing you has never been any of those things. She’s never done that before even that one time you got so drunk, you practically begged her to. She’s been very careful with her actions and with restraining herself, but now? What does she do now?

“Natasha...” Your voice comes out almost like a whisper and for some reason, you’re a little afraid that she’ll tell you to leave. That she had just been caught in the moment and she would never knowingly kiss you under any other circumstance. 

Natasha opens her mouth to speak, but then she gets a proper look at you standing nervously in front of her and she mutters a ‘fuck it’ under her breath. “Come here, baby.” She pushes her desk chair out slightly and guides you into her lap without any kind of resistance from you. You fidget in her lap, not used to this kind of proximity with the older woman. “I’m gonna kiss you again, alright?”

With those words, it’s like a switch flips and you surge forward to crash your lips against hers. She lets out a little surprised noise before she kisses you back properly, moving her lips against yours and resting her hands on your hips. She lets you lead for a bit until you get a bit too bold for her liking and she grips your hips harder as a warning. She was in charge, not you, and she was going to make that very clear. 

Almost immediately she’s dominating the kiss, and you tangle your fingers in her hair. Her glasses fall off somewhere behind her, but neither of you really care enough to check where. You only pull away because you need to breathe, and when you do, your chest is heaving and you’re a little dazed. Natasha coos and reaches up to cup your cheek, rubbing her thumb against your soft skin. “Do you need a little break, sweetheart, hm? You look a bit flustered.” She teases before swiping her thumb across your bottom lip, and you grumble slightly, “I’m not–” 

Natasha pushes her thumb into your mouth and presses down on your tongue before you can finish, “ah, ah, don’t talk back to me, Y/N,” she scolds, and you whine quietly. You want to bite down on her thumb in retaliation for the use of your actual name, but you know that will only make things worse for you. Not that things are particularly bad right now, you’d probably take anything Natasha gave you, but you’d prefer her cooing over you and doting on you at the moment. 

Instead, you suck softly on her thumb and you know it’s the right decision when she hums in approval. It was almost too easy for the two of you to fall into this rhythm, like you were meant for each other. You both knew exactly what the other wanted and you’d do anything to please her while she’d do anything to keep you happy. Her other hand squeezes softly at your hip before it begins playing with the waistband of your jeans. “We’ve had a long day, huh? You did so well at the bake sale, you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

You nod, looking at her pleadingly and whining softly. Your clothes feel too warm and you want her to touch you, and she’s wearing too many clothes, and you want to touch her, but her thumb is in your mouth and you can’t just push her away. So, you opt for looking like a kicked puppy until she understands what you want. 

“What is it, hm?” Natasha pulls her thumb out of your mouth and you chase after it slightly until you realize that maybe she wants you to actually tell her and you open your mouth to speak. Your breath catches in your throat, though, when her other hand trails down and cups your clothed cunt. “Do you want me to touch you, is that it?”

“Tasha, please.” You whimper. You can barely feel anything through your jeans and it’s already driving you crazy. You just hope she’s not the type to tease. 

“Alright, alright, arms up.” Natasha chuckles and waits for you to follow her instruction before slipping your sweater off over your head. Her eyes darken as she takes in your bra clad chest and she greedily gropes at your breasts for a moment. “So pretty,” she mumbles, leaning in to kiss softly at your neck.

You moan softly and you clutch at her sweater. Natasha’s hands on you feel better than you ever could have imagined, and you’ve spent more time than you care to admit imagining this. She’s not too rough, but she’s not too soft either. She touches you with the perfect amount of force and it makes your head spin. 

Her hands trail down your chest and then your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before her fingertips dance across the waistband of your jeans. “You looked so cute today in your little fall outfit. Do you know how hard it was for me to keep my hands to myself?” Natasha pulls back, her skilled fingers now moving to unbutton your jeans. “You make things so hard for me, sweetheart. It’s like you’re trying to torture me.”

“I just like to look nice for you, Tasha. Is that wrong?”

“Up.” She taps your thigh, and you stand so that she can tug your jeans down for you to step out of. Normally, you’d be a lot more shy about undressing like this for the first time, but right now you just can’t seem to care. 

Natasha pulls you back down into her lap and then pulls you in for a kiss. Her hands find purchase on your hips and her tongue finds its way into your mouth, easily gaining dominance over you. You moan into her mouth as your fingers tangle in her hair again, trying to pull her impossibly closer. 

And then finally, after what seems like forever, she slips one hand inside your panties. The gasp you let out when her middle finger ghosts over your slit is like music to her ears, and she pulls away from the kiss so she can see your reactions properly. 

“No teasing, Tasha, please.” You whine, your hands dropping to her shoulders. “Shh, I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart.” She slowly begins rubbing circles against your clit and you’re all whimpers and whines as she does. 

She takes her time, using her other hand to tug the cups of your bra under your breasts so she can play with your nipples, pinching them and rolling them between her fingers all while keeping the same steady pace in slow circles around your clit. She basks in the noises she’s able to pull from you even with the lightest of touches. She considers taking you to her bedroom so she can fuck you properly, but she think she wants ot save that for another day. This will have to do for now. 

“Inside, please, Tasha.” You whimper pathetically, hands bunched up in her sweater as you try to be good like she wants you to. She takes pity on you when she pushes two fingers into your drooling hole. She curses under her breath, “God, you’re so wet, sweetheart. Is this all for me, huh?”

You nod, desperately wanting her to move her fingers. “All for you, Tasha.” You attempt to bounce up and down on her fingers, but her free hand moves down and holds you still. “Please, I can’t– mph!” You interrupt your own begging when Natasha begins thrusting her fingers in and out, the angle forcing the heel of her palm to press against your clit. You bite down on your bottom lip to stifle your moans, embarrassed about how loud you’re being already. 

“That’s it, baby.” Natasha breathes, taking in the sight in front of her with eager eyes, “You take my fingers so well, sweetheart.” She praises, curling her fingers inside of you. You reward her with a particularly high pitched moan and you just barely notice the pink tint of her cheeks. It seems she's enjoying this just as much as you are. Something about having you like this drives Natasha wild. Being able to hear your moans and see the expression on your face makes her almost lightheaded with desire. 

“Oh God, Natasha.” You moan loudly when she grinds the heel of her palm against your clit and presses against the sensitive spot inside you at the same time. Natasha coos, and it doesn’t take long with her fucking you like that for you to get close to the edge. “Tash– I’m gonna– Please–” You beg, pleading for something you’re not even sure of. 

“Shh, I’ve got you, sweetheart. Be a good girl for Daddy.”

Natasha’s words tip you over the edge with the help of her skilled fingers and she guides you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out before pulling out her fingers and bringing them up to her mouth. 

“Fuck, I don’t know if I’m done with you just yet. I might have to take you to bed instead of taking you to dinner.”

#alice's fics ! #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x fem reader #natasha romanov smut #natasha romanov imagine #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanov x reader

[asa-do-your-thing]

I know I have like 5 open Fics (which I am working on, I promise!) but here are ideas I had that I'd love to write or read:

(if you like on of these send me an ask)

18+ NSFW Zone

Edit: I crossed out the ones I've already done or been tagged in

Aegon realizing he loves (like full on butterflies in stomach) Aemond's fiancee

Alicent rediscovers her Lust for women when Helaena gets a new lady-in-waiting

Aemond falls in love with a female Ghost

Otto with a corruption kink finds out his object of desire is Married and has severe cognitive dissonance

Criston x F Reader but ancient Greek mythology

Jace fucking reader in the rain

What starts as a cute afternoon baking turns into a bit of food play with Helaena

Cregan tries to gift you a direwolf only to find out that the direwolf has separation anxiety

Rhaenyra pregnancy play with a daughter in law

Rewrite Goethe's Erlkönig with Laenor or Harwin and Luke

And most obviously Rhaenyra x Reader x Alicent (SFW and NSFW)

#fanfiction #house of the dragon #asdfghjkl #prince aemond #aemond imagine #aemond smut #aegon smut #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys smut #hotd lucerys #rhaenyra smut #queen rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra x alicent #alicent smut #helaena imagine #helaena smut #aegon targaryen x reader #otto hightower #otto hightower smut #laenor velaryon

[hisbitchhh]

My toes are curling, my clothes for some reason disappeared, I came a fountain all over the place; I just combusted. Keep looking at me like that.

PS, Sorry Niragi. <3

#geto suguru #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu geto #jujustsu kaisen x reader #geto x reader #geto smut #getou suguru x reader #jjk geto #geto x y/n #niragisuguru #niragi #niragi x reader #niragifluff #niragi smut #alice in borderland #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru angst

[sethsclearwater]

I craaaave protective Jake pls 🥺

"jake," you let out a breathy laugh as he slid both of his hands onto your hips, guiding you through the crowd of people at your sister's graduation party at the cullen's house.

he just rolled his eyes, sitting down at one of the couches and pulling you into his lap so he could hold you close to him, "you're being a bit dramatic, don't you think?" you asked teasingly, smiling as you peeked up at him and he just shook his head, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

"not dramatic," he reassured, laughing softly as he squeezed you closer to him, eliciting a series of giggles from you, "gotta make sure my girl stays safe, yea? don't need you gettin' hurt." he explained, noticeably relaxing as you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

the two of you stayed like that for a moment before alice came down to the stairs, smiling when she saw you before her expression dropped as she had a vision.

you were quick to get up, jake getting up right behind you as he slid his hand into the back pocket of your jeans. the two of you quickly followed alice into carlisle's office where the rest of the cullens were.

alice quickly explained her vision to everyone while you sat down in one of the chairs, jake coming to stand behind you and slide his hands over your shoulders, "so there's a newborn army coming here?" you emphasized, both you and your sister letting out a heavy sighs as you realized how dangerous the situation was for everyone involved.

"the wolves will help out," jake volunteered from behind you, gently squeezing your shoulders as you looked over your shoulder to glare at him.

"jacob-" you started but he quickly cut you off, not at all interested in hearing your argument against him.

"i'm not letting some clan of rogue vampires get anywhere near you," he explained before adding, "we'll be fine." he reassured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head as you huffed and rolled your eyes, already knowing there was no use in arguing with him.

"that would be very helpful," carlisle said softly, "but you'll need training. are you all able to come train tomorrow with jasper? y/n, you and bella can come and watch." carlisle suggested, offering you a soft smile as you let out a heavy exhale before nodding.

#jacob black #jacob black x reader #jacob black blurb #jacob black imagine #jacob black fluff #jacob black angst #jacob black smut #twilight #tts #the twilight saga #twilight wolves #twilight wolfpack #twilight wolves imagine #twilight wolfpack imagine #bella swan #carlisle cullen #alice cullen #fluff #angst #imagine #blurb