#alice can write

[aliceinxreaderhell]

Drabble

Thinking about Soap and reader who are just brats with too much energy. And Ghost grabbing you like grabbing the scruff on a kitten. And dom ghost

Nsfw, including porn and alcohol ghoap x fem!reader

You've been saying Soap for a while now and it's great, you love him. And he comes home great, well as great as he can be after missions. But he's more focused he can pay attention more, then time goes on and you two just are brats to each other.

You start worry about an incompatibility between the two of you. Sex is great, but intense. And it's just so much for the two of you, it dwindles the longer he's on leave.

But then you meet his team, specifically he lieutenant. The meeting fun, some bar, booze is flowing and the Captain is covering the bill. Win-win situation.

But you start to notice little things as the night goes on. Johnny starts to bounce off the walls but Ghost steps in and tells him to settle. It's demanding, not harsh. Put him in his place.

He's good at it. You've never seen Johnny stop so fast.

Dom energy, you think. You move your glass to your lips, trying to hide your chuckle.

"What's so funny Bonnie?" You boyfriend asks.

"Don't worry about it" you smile.

You glance over to Ghost. With the mask you barely see his face. But it's undeniable the look he give you.

Behave, don't be cheeky.

It's so hard not too.

So you don't. Too many drinks have passed and your bolder. Attached to Johnny a little bit more, lips a bit looser few more swears few more innuendos.

Johnny and you stagger home. Ghost- no, Simon behind to make sure you don't fall into a river or blow something up.

Simon forces the two of you to the couch. He hands both of you waters to attempt to sober you up.

"Drink." He says, "don't spill anythin' and make a mess"

He's standing behind the couch, practically looming over the two of you. You can't tell if he's annoyed or amused taking care of you.

It's bad, it's makes you so wet how he commands. Your too drunk to even realize what your body is reacting to.

"Don' worry, I can't make a mess, I only know how to swallow," you wink at him as Johnny laughs, spitting his water all over himself.

"Well Johnny might need some practice, he's always been a messy eater." You laughing with him now.

He leans down, grabbing Johnny by the back of his Mohawk, pulling him back.

"Back home and at base huh? Always so fucking messy ain't you Johnny?" It's playful, dominate though, he's asking to be answered.

You know that look in Johnny's face. He's enjoying this. Even if he wants to deny it, the bulge in his pants won't help his case.

You thank whatever God that's listening. You know sober you would have more question, be more apprehensive. But it's been a good night. So really, why stop?

You curl up onto Johnny's side. Giving him a small peck on his neck.

"He's very messy, I think he just needs some practice." He moans, loudly, as you place you hand over his clothed cock.

"Yeah? Wanna practice on your little birdy, show me how you clean up?" He hand slides from the back of his neck to his throat, not loosing eye contact.

You can't help yourself, desperate for more of anything you start to undo his pants, pulling his aching cock out.

"Oh? Maybe little birdy wants to show me how much of a mess you'll make?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. "You want em' too? You'll have to ask."

You move down, desperately wanting to suck off Johnny. But Simon catches you by the back of you neck before you can get far.

"Johnny, ask nicely." You love hearing him being put into place.

Your head feels so nice and fuzzy. In part of the alcohol and the other part of you slipping into a sub space.

God you want to hear him beg.

"Tell er' you want your dick sucked til you cum, baby" you hope this night never ends.

"S-suck me off birdie" His voice already sounded so good to your ears, begging though? Like angels have blessed your house.

Simon pulls your head up to face him.

"Boy's being good, get on your knees."

~~

Oops wrote this at work, idk where this came from lmk if you want more

[bbygirl-aemond]

Aegon was the son Viserys always wanted, the son he slaughtered one woman and raped another for, the son he neglected his daughter for. And yet he did not love him.

Helaena was the dragon dreamer Viserys had always hoped to be, the holder of the Valyrian magic he so revered. And yet he did not love her.

Aemond was the lover of dragons, the eager student of history, the kindred spirit Viserys was never able to find in court. And yet he did not love him.

I will rage forever at how much Viserys should have loved these kids. He should have loved them so fucking much. Every single one of them embodied one of his deepest hopes and dreams. And yet he spent the rest of his miserable life punishing them for his own goddamn decision to bring them into this world.

[hezekiahwakely]

Now that Alice has had her own traumatic supernatural experience, maybe Gwen can return the favor and show her some small act of kindness to comfort her, which would serve as a narrative parallel and also push the two of them closer together so they can realize that maybe they have more in common than they originally thought and then they start to team up and trust each other despite their remaining deep 'dislike' for each other and

[lavenderfables]

Sudden bursts of creativity smothered by persistent exhaustion. My real nemesis tbh.

[comradekarin]

the consistent “peacekeeper cheerleaders” narrative for characters like rhaenyra, alicent, helaena, rhaenys and baela is not actually good writing, nor is it actually indicative of their relationships with one another, it’s just soft misogyny. the female characters in this show are being failed, and I’m tired of pretending they aren’t

[alice-everafter]

"This is so exciting! I've never had a sleepover before!"

Kalim is practically glowing, even among the darkened shadows of his bedroom. The moon itself seems to be drawn to him, lighting up the red of his eyes and white of his teeth. His hair shines like the finest of silks while his skin looks like it might feel as such.

He's the picture of affluence and care lying underneath his all too expensive sheets. And you're just sort of there, with him, in his bed.

What started out as a nonconsensual sleepover has since morphed into a consensual, nonconsensual sleepover. Being held captive in Scarabia certainly wasn’t originally part of your winter vacation plans, but neither was dimension hopping. And look at you now. A dimension hopper and a Scarabia captive.

Much like dimension hopping, Kalim is an unstoppable, otherworldly force to be reckoned with. He had been so welcoming when you first met. Pulling you this way and that, giving you food to try and games to play. Smiling so wide it put the sun to shame. Showing you the sky like no one else ever had before. Until something had changed and you found yourself in the shadow of an elephant as it marched you and the rest of the dorm through a desert. Trying your best to stave off heat exhaustion.

You have your theories, of course you did. You don't stop three overblots and not see the signs. But there's something more to this. Call you paranoid but you kind of had the right to be. There was something more to Kalim's situation than what Jamil said it was.

Now, you could help, like you always do. But Grim was insistent, and you could still remember your struggle under the blaze of heat. Besides, it was better to regroup and save face than rush headlong into things with just a feeling to guide you.

You planned to escape in the night when Kalim would be asleep. So call you surprised when he came to you with panic set deep into the usually cheerful lines of his face. And against all greater judgement, you knew you'd hear him out right then and there.

Which brings you to the now, laying side by side with him in his bed. Hoping that Jamil never finds out you’re here. Else you’ll probably never wake up to see tomorrow.

“Do siblings count?”

“Huh?” You blink back to yourself and meet Kalim’s questioning gaze.

“Does it count if you have sleepovers with your siblings? Cause I’ve definitely done that before!”

Kalim grins and it’s all teeth, like usual. Your chest tightens like you’ve just seen the cutest animal on planet earth— wonderland.

You knew right then and there that you’d probably never be able to say no to this boy. Well, in this moment, that is.

“It counts as long as you say it does.”

“Hmm,” he seems to think on that. Pursing his lips, eyes downturned. “Well, in that case, I don’t want it to.”

“What?” Your expression pinches and you choose to ignore the brief flare of anxiety in your chest. “You don’t want it to?”

“Yeah,” he gazes back up with a new twinkle in his eyes. “Cause I want my first sleepover to be with you, Prefect!”

…Oh god, you’re gonna have a heart attack from goodness overload. Tell Crowley to prepare you one of those emo coffins.

"Prefect?"

"Yeah, I'm good." Your voice is muffled where it's squashed into a pillow. You feel like you've just eaten a lemon with the way your face is currently squeezed up and contorted. "Thanks Kalim, means a lot."

"Nya hah hah! You're so funny." Kalim pats your shoulder as he laughs.

When you're certain you're no longer choking on his purity and looking like you're two steps past constipated, you chance a look up. Kalim is smiling, soft and relaxed, like he should be. You almost don't want to break the peace, but he asked you to come here for a reason.

"Um, you mentioned something in the hall. Something about your memory?"

His expression drops and your stomach soon follows. You're already mentally kicking yourself before he responds.

"Yeah, it's..." He seems to shrink in on himself, curling over on his side and drawing his knees up. "It might just be nothing, ya know? I might just be overreacting about the whole thing, so don't worry about it, Prefect. Really, I'm fine—"

You reach out before you can think better of it, taking his hand in yours. It's warm and soft, just like silk, like you thought it might. The action shocks him and you very nearly pull back when the realization of what you did dawns on you. Then his fingers close around yours in a grip that makes your heart lurch.

"It's obviously not nothing." You squeeze his hand, hoping to communicate all that you wouldn't be able to. "You... You don't seem very ok, Kalim. What's wrong?"

His lip quivers and that's all the warning you get before pearlescent tears are spilling down his cheeks.

He hiccups, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be crying. It's not worth it, but..."

It only takes one shuddering sob for you to pull him close. You clutch him to your front, letting his misery muffle itself into your shoulder. You keep hold of his hand while you cradle the back of his head in the other, mainly because his grip has turned something fierce. Like he's scared to let go of you.

You don't say anything, just let him cry into your shirt. Feeling his tears dampen the fabric, his body shake against you. Holding him as tightly as you can until he raises his head enough to be heard.

"T-There are spots," he begins, "in my memories, that are gone..."

"Gone?" The confession is beyond what you thought it'd be, but you're used to that after being at Nightraven for this long. "Gone how?"

"I don't know." He sounds miserable and it breaks your heart even more. "But I just can't remember what I do sometimes."

"Which is normal! Y-You normally don't remember what you have for breakfast the day before o-or, what you did three days ago." He sniffles and you realize his arm has wrapped around you. He's currently clenching the fabric of your shirt in a shaky fist at your lower back.

"But," he goes quiet. In an effort to encourage him, you soothe a hand down his back. Hesitantly at first but growing in confidence when he starts to untense just the slightest. "It's like I blink and... I'm no longer where I was. I wake up, go to breakfast, blink, and then it's dinner."

"I-I mean, a few days ago, we were having so much fun. But then, even you..!" His words break over a strangled whimper and he clutches you ever so tighter.

"Me what? What did I do, Kalim?" There is dread building in your gut. Whether it's for you or for him doesn't matter, you just want it to stop. "If I hurt you, I'm so sorry. I—"

"You were scared of me! I saw it!" The admittance flies from his lips and all but strikes you. "You looked at me like they all do! Like I'm a step away from exploding! Even now I can tell you're scared and I hate it! I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to hurt anyone! But what if I... am? W-What if I'm hurting everyone and I don't even remember it? I'd never forgive myself if I was h-hurting my friends. A-And I know I'd never want to b-but, the more you all look at me like... like t-that, the more I start to think that I am. That I'm a bad person—"

"It's ok."

He's gasping for breath, coughing around the build up in his throat. He holds you rigidly, gripping your hand so hard your bones are starting to protest but you'd never dream of telling him to let up.

"It's alright, it'll be ok."

You never did stop the motion of your hand. It continues to drag up and down the line of his spine. Feeling his shoulders jerk with every sharp intake. Wishing more than anything that you could wipe away the pain from his trembling form. Wanting to give him the same warmth he gave you on that carpet in the sky.

"We'll figure it out, Kalim, I promise."

You're not certain of a lot of things, not since you'd been dragged here. To this world, this school, this dorm. But in this moment, you are.

"It's not your fault. You're not a bad person."

[just-a-multi-fandom-mess]

alice daisy tonner has always found pack to be the most important thing. her various definitions of "pack" have changed over the years, but really, "people who are like me" has always been at the center of it.

first there had been calvin. he was pack before she even knew what that was, the only friend either of them had. back then, she'd thought that pack was people who were together against the world, even when the world is against them too. calvin and daisy (although she was still just alice back then) had stuck to this until she'd failed to protect him, then he'd changed, then she'd changed, and then he wasn't pack anymore.

she didn't have any pack for a long while after she'd killed calvin.

later, with the police, there was basira. basira was tough, and daisy liked how she could see what to do next in any situation, liked the way she could see how to hunt the next target, liked that she could see ways to stop everyone else knowing what daisy did to the people who'd done wrong. daisy liked a lot about basira. basira seemed to like daisy, too, but she didn't show it much, so it was a bit hard to be sure. most of the time, they were happy as hunting partners, and that's what really mattered. when she was with basira, daisy felt like pack was people who know each other to the deepest depths of each of their hearts. sometimes, though, it felt like basira knew too much, and daisy nowhere near enough.

basira was pack for a long time. still is, really. they'd been closer in the past, but since the coffin she's seemed distant to daisy. daisy's been distant too, so she can't really blame her very much. she's still pack though, probably, even if daisy isn't quite sure that they knew each other all that well in the first place.

even though daisy and basira have been distant since the coffin, jon has always been right there. she hadn't thought of him as pack when they first met, quite the opposite. she'd thought of him as prey. still, he'd trusted her, and he'd pulled her out of that horrible crushing hellscape which had held her captive for those eight long months. she is grateful for that, grateful to have someone who trusts her, who knows what the prison of crushing earth had been like, who feels the same hunger as her and who could help her resist.

she knows now that thinking of him as pack is dangerous, that by defining her relationships that way can only lead her further into the crushing jaws of the hunt. nevertheless (his fancy talk is even starting to rub off on her), she can't help but count him as one of her own. that's what pack is, she thinks, people who understand each other's struggles and can be together in pain.

jon talks about martin, sometimes. as they help tease out the knots in each other's hair, constantly matted due to never taking care of themselves, he tells her stories of when they were first in the archives. sometimes he can't think of anything good to say, and daisy puts the archers on for them to listen to before he starts to spiral into self loathing again. even through all of jon's stories, daisy never talks about basira. it feels rude, seeing as she's right there, and besides; they don't have as many good memories as daisy always thinks they do.

sometimes they don't talk, don't listen to anything, don't do much at all. they just lie on the floor curled up together, in the middle of jon's office, trying to stave off the hunger. being together helps. basira doesn't really like it when they do that, says they aren't being "useful" enough, but daisy just gives her a look, and she leaves them alone.

she's not exactly happy, but anything is better than how it used to be. jon knows her, probably even Knows her, and she knows him. they understand each other. it's just them against the world now. she is someone who is like him, and he is someone who is like her. it's nice. it's pack.

[aegonomics]

I FOUND MYSELF THINKING OF YOUR OWN MOTHER TODAY.

[sunfyrisms]

me personally i will never forget how rhaenys called out alicent for subjecting herself to the will of men. supposedly. and i say supposedly because she did the exact same thing! she was willing to give her twelve year old daughter to her much older cousin because her husband demanded it. she let her son, her only living child, marry into house targaryen, knowing how dangerous it was (it supposedly cost him his life). she supported rhaenyra’s claim in honor of her husband, while under the impression that rhaenyra had a hand in said son’s death (and her anger about it is just never bought up? to rhaenyra nor daemon). her husband constantly overstepped himself and was willing to do anything to get more power (including essentially leaving his children to the wolves), while justifying it as him wanting to avenge rhaenys’ claim. while rhaenys herself made peace with the crown being passed over her!

her, of all people, telling alicent (who was a child bride whose children through marital rape) literally anything about the topic is so hypocritical and weird. but it’s not meant to be hypocritical and weird. it’s meant to be this girlboss, feminist moment that fans, for some reason, gladly ate up without thinking about it for more than a second. it didn’t make sense for rhaenys’ character but the writers didn’t care. in that moment, she was nothing more than a self-insert for the writers to loudly and annoyingly voice their personal opinions into the show.

it’s so fucking weird and i haven’t liked rhaenys since. you deserve better writing girl.

[silver-dragonborn]

"B-but Aegon would never treat his brother like that! He would never do something like this!"

No.

Aegon II has already done something like this and will continue to do something like this because he can. Now that he has a crown on his fat fucking head, he will resume his torment of Aemond because now that he's the most powerful man in Westeros, no one, not even Saint Alicent, can stop him from torturing his family and exposing their humiliations to outsiders like his frat house Kingsguard.

[jonsaslove]

interesting to see people on twitter just completely disregard rhaenyra and alicent’s relationship. my issue with this is twofold.

first, if your talking points are coming from book canon then I have nothing to say to you, the show has established itself as separate and apart from fire & blood in countless ways, get over it.

secondly, the show has established, many times, that rhaenyra and alicent care for each other. whether you viewed that relationship as potentially romantic or not is beside the point. the way things fell apart, became fraught, and are now irreversibly doomed is all the more tragic because of their shared past and what “could have been”. it’s a central theme and pillar of the show at this point. disregarding their relationship completely in favour of your preferred ship or favourite characters only makes you look stupid.

[aliceinxreaderhell]

Ghoap x fem!reader nsfw hc2

Listen, I love sub ghost I really do, ya'll are valid but,,,, dom ghost just,,,, you know,,,,

Baby boy loves control, that's why he's good at his job. Loves having a strict schedule and rules to follow. One reason he loves being a dom. He can set his own pace and knows the rules and especially after a while in a relationship know everyone's boundaries.

Loves to watch

So much so that, and he'll never admit to it, he hates it when you sit on his face. Doesn't mind it as much when it's just the two of you, and you've been his good girl but with both you? He wants to see both of your faces

But that's the only reason, other then that he loves being between your legs, and Johnny's

Johnny's a brat, loves to be punished, loves to convince you to do bratty things

Especially loves to convince you, and gets caught convincing you, then has to get tied up and watch you get overestimated as a punishment for listening to him, favorite punishment

Simon is meticulous about eating you out, knows what you like and doesn't like to stray, he wants his lovers to feel as good as they can, as much as he can do it

Johnny's sloppy eating you out, loves being in the middle and getting fucked into your pussy

Both of them are sloppy coming home after out in the field

Your actually going to have to call out of work for the next couple of days because you will not be able to walk

The whole dom/sub thing kind of turns off for the first couple of days. They just need to be close to you and in you constantly

So much cockwarming during this time

You will be (consensually) fucked awake

A lot

It's to the point you want to take up their offer of quitting your job, just be their cockwarmers since they fuck you out of commission so much

One of Simon's favorite reward is letting fuck you doggy style for as long handle, facing him sitting on a chair, slowly jerking off

Once your both done he'll command both if you to crawl and suck him off together

Loves it when you too get distracted and start making out over his cock.

Simon loves cuming in both of you, and Johnny loves cuming on you (and then Simon telling he to clean up his mess,, and then cleaning up Simon's mess in you while you squirm)

~

Anyways have my horny thought while I'm at work lmao

Thank you for reading <3

[bisexualcherdegre]

D:BH Rarepairsweek 7 | @dbhrarepairs

Day 1 - North/Kara

[hearteyedfeelings]

fix-it fic writers we need you now more than ever, give us a Nyra running away with Alicent longfic slow burn of them on their journey to wherever they’re gonna go all while hashing out their hurt and then finally becoming lovers

a classic friends to enemies to sorta friends to lovers if you will

[jewvian]

I don't know what's gayer: rhaenyra crying over that old ass book page or alicent keeping that fucking old ass book page all of these years in the first place

[nikosdaydreams]

I actually feel for Alicent and her kids. Don't get me wrong, because the Greens did horrible and inexcusable things, but if you do think about it from a fraction of her perspective it makes sense.

If Aegon doesn't sit that throne, then it means she survived at least four pregnancies, years of an unhappy and borderline abusive marriage, losing the love and trust of her closest friend, being used as a pawn of her father - all for nothing.

She will have gone through a lifetime of loss, heartbreak and trauma and none of it will have mattered in the end.

And it still stays a theme throughout the Dance, the sacrifices Alicent had made to put Aegon on the Iron Throne:

She lost Viserys. Of course, he was horrid to her and her children, but he was still her husband, and her King, who she had looked after in his ailing years. Regardless of how he had treated her, there would have been some element of grief - considering she had been the one caring for him.

She lost Jaehaerys. Her son's heir, her daughter's baby, right in front of her very eyes, murdered cruelly. And in the wake of her grandson's murder, came Aegon's rage and drunkeness and Helaena's madness - the things that led to their downfall.

She lost Maelor. She must have felt even a whisper of responsibility towards him, having become his de facto carer. To lose not one, but two grandsons, in such a violent and brutal manner, would be a heavy weight on Alicent's heart.

She lost Helaena. Her only daughter. She could see herself in Helaena, and she must’ve wondered - had she subjected her daughter to the same fate as her own? After so much suffering and torture and trauma of watching Jaehaerys die and hearing of the death of Maelor, still a young child, the child she had named. Meant that her beloved, sweet Helaena, no matter how quick her death, would have died in agony.

She lost Aemond. The boy who wished for a dragon, the boy who hugged her as he bled from his empty eye socket, the boy who calmed her by saying that in losing an eye he had gained a dragon. Was no more. She would have known about his rampages in the Riverlands, surely, but losing one's own child is still a harsh blow to any mother.

She lost Daeron. Her youngest child, who won vengeance for his nephew, and fought alongside his kin, her son, only sixteen when he died.

She lost Rhaenyra. Once her best friend, then her stepdaughter, then her enemy. No matter how long it had been or what they had done to one another, I still wonder if Alicent felt a pang of grief after Aegon had ordered his half-sister killed by Sunfyre.

All this death, all this suffering, all this bloodshed, just to put her eldest son, her last standing child, firmly on the Iron Throne, so that she can justify the years of suffering she endured at the hands of her father and Viserys.

And then he just. dies. Poisoned by his own men. He had only managed a two year reign.

And all that suffering.

All that sacrifice.

All the loss that she endured to make him King.

Was all for nothing.

Her final child. Her last son. The man she had given everything to keep in power. Poisoned like a rat.

And all Alicent had left

was her traumatised, orphaned granddaughter Jaehaera

and her own grief, madness, and self-pity.

This was all she had to show for the years of suffering she endured.

No wonder she died so alone, sat in her chambers, wanting nothing more than to see her sons and her sweet Helaena one last time.