𝖉𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖑𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖊

a concept: imagine alicent with a good girl type, younger!reader. she's pious just like alicent, strong follower of the faith, beautiful. she has this innocence alicent can't help but love, a naivete that somewhat reminds alicent of her younger self. alicent is immediately drawn to her. she takes her under her wing. maybe she even reminds alicent of what she could've had with helaena. so she shows her how to act as a proper lady of court, how to sit up straight, curtsey, the polite things to say to nobles during dinners and feasts, which dresses are appropriate to wear, etc…

so she feels somewhat maternal toward reader, but there's…something else there too. so she gets closer to reader. she sees so much potential in this girl. and if reader’s noble, maybe she's even considering a betrothal to her beloved son aemond.

everyone at court notices, commenting about how alicent is grooming reader to be a promising young lady.

but then…alicent discovers reader is queer. she likes women and men, and she's not particularly embarrassed about it.

and alicent fucking hates her for it. she can't stand it. she doesn't know why but she hates it. so she decides reader needs to be punished for this. she wants to hurt reader, make her pay. make her cry. so she decides she needs to ruin reader’s reputation. drag it through the mud like a dead fucking body.

so alicent decides to dangle reader in front of her sons aegon and aemond. her sons aegon and aemond who aren't exactly “nice” and definitely aren't known to be gentle when it comes to taking what they want. so she apologizes to her sons for being so cold to them and tells them she's sending a gift for them later in a certain dark corner of the castle. and she adds, in no uncertain terms, that they can “do whatever they want” with this “gift”.

then she tells reader she dropped something important in one of the spare rooms of the castle, and could reader please be a dear and help her sons go look for it?

and instead of making reader appear like a proper young lady, she makes reader appear like a proper whore. loosens some of the lace of her bodice, pulls out some strands of her hair, smears some wine on her lips and tells her to bite down on them to make them plump and red. she even douses her in some perfume from the street of silk that she knows her sons will probably go crazy for.

and reader's hearing alarm bells in her head. she knows she shouldn't be alone in a room with two princes—two men— with no chaperone. but how dare she refuse when her closest mentor and beloved queen alicent is sending her! she's never led her astray!

so alicent sends reader off. and maybe aegon and aemond don't take the bait.

but maybe they do.

and maybe reader doesn't entirely hate it. after all, they are handsome of course, but they're so.. rough. so demanding. pinching and pawing at her while they pin her to the wall, sticking their hands up her dress like they're fucking entitled to it and grabbing her cunt like she's nothing more than a common whore. then they bend her over the table, pin her arms behind her back, pull her hair, slap her, put her on her knees and on her back, testing their new toy to her limits, ignoring her pleas to slow down or to not be so rough.

and when it's all over, even if reader enjoyed some of it, it was still so overwhelming. she still feels violated. poor reader, she has no clue what actually happened and no one else to turn to so she goes to alicent. she doesn't want to but she has to, before word gets out. so she confesses.

and reader knows she has to be careful. so she swears she didn't initiate anything but she accepts responsibility for looking like a slut and tempting the princes. she tried to keep quiet but they were so rough that surely other people could hear, and they left so many bruises that people will surely see. and she begs. can alicent please help cover it up so the court doesn't find out?

and alicent just can't help herself. here is reader, shaking, holding up her half torn dress, her hair a mess, tears in her eyes, staining her cheeks.

she tells her to take off her clothes. so she can see the “evidence” of what her sons have done.

and oh gods, the throb in her cunt alicent feels when she sees reader, bruises littering her body, her breasts and ass reddened from from being slapped, bite marks and hand prints and crescent shaped nail marks dug into her shoulders and stomach and hips and thighs, her pussy still swollen from where they used her :(

and she kisses reader. runs her fingers along reader’s aching, tender cunt and pushes in. reader's shocked. frozen. and when she asks why alicent is doing this she just says “shhh, i’m just testing how you react, that's all, to see if you really didn't want it.”

it's not entirely a lie. alicent does want to see that but she also wants to make reader cum on her fingers, the ultimate form of embarrassment and dominance.

so alicent starts going faster as reader stays there petrified, crying, sobbing, begging alicent to please, please slow down, please stop, please let her know why she's doing this. reader doesn't know what alicent is looking for but she hopes she finds it.

finally when alicent has had enough she pulls away with one last kiss, telling reader that yes, she believes her. she didn't want it. she'll help her cover it up, give the court some excuses. and relieved, reader asks for some moon tea. to prevent…unnecessary complications.

and alicent gives it to her. or at least, something that smells and tastes close enough to moon tea because alicent instructed the maesters to make it without one key ingredient on purpose.

poor, poor reader…a few months later and her moon blood is late and her breasts have started to swell and become tender and oh! there's this bump forming…and when alicent """discovers""" this she's fucking livid.

alicent helped her out of a desperate situation that could've ruined reader's reputation and she goes behind her back and sleeps with aegon and aemond again and gets herself with child??

reader swears something was just wrong with the moon tea, but alicent accuses reader of using her favor and proximity to seduce the princes and either have the crown take care of her and her bastard or to marry one of the princes and elevate her position.

reader adamantly refuses the accusation but it's too late, the rumor spreads to the entire court.

and, faced with two conflicting accounts, all those in the court agree. “her grace doted upon the girl as if she were a daughter,” they say, “the queen wouldn't turn against her unless she had good reason and overwhelming evidence,”

heart line divider by @/cursed-carmine, i <3 you divider by @/pixopix, star + heart divider by @/cafekitsune ♥️

⬩ disclaimer. i obviously do not condone this, this is fiction meant for adults. if it's not for you that's totally ok, pls take care of yourself 🩷

dex thinks you're so cute with your little keychain.

clutching it so tight he can see your fingers tremble as you walk down the street. it's probably hard plastic, overlaid with some cheap nickel. or actual metal, if you chose right. and, he guesses, you probably did.

something something brass knuckles. convenient. discreet. ready when you need it. could even save your life.

just another product women buy to convince themselves they'd stand a chance.

he wonders what else you have in that purse of yours. bear spray? a taser?

which one would you reach for first?

which one would cause you the most terror as he grabbed it and threw it to the ground, useless?

maybe you have neither. just you and your keychain against the world. It'd be so unlike you though—so unlike you that he could actually envision it, in some strange, ironic kind of way. after all, you're usually such a careful girl. a thorough girl.

and he has to give it to you—you are thorough. you never go out late unless it's necessary. always keep your head down, eyes vigilant. never walk with earbuds in your ears.

and of course, always brandishing your trusty keychain.

all things that usually deter the average criminal.

but dex isn't the average criminal.

no.

he's far worse.

he waits until morning.

when you're at your favorite coffee shop ordering your favorite order that he can recite in his head before you even finish saying it to the cashier.

he pays for it. before you can even unlock your phone to tap.

you're stunned at first, still in disbelief at what just happened. “oh, oh, sir—that’s sweet of you but you don't need to—”

he sidles up next to you from behind. “don't worry about it. i insist. just can't help myself when I see such a pretty woman,”

a conversation is sparked from this, of course.

naturally.

so when you both get your orders, he leads you to a table to continue your conversation, and you oblige.

god you're so fucking cute, the way your legs keep shifting nervously under the table, the way you lick your lips after you sip your drink, the way your eyes brighten when he brings up a topic he chose for this exact conversation weeks ago in advance.

he catches himself drifting a few times, getting lost in your dreamy eyes, your soft lips, the delicate skin of your neck. but, he refocuses.

showing restraint now means getting to reap the rewards later.

and he has every intent of reaping the rewards when it comes to you.

he's struck by how smooth it's actually going.

it's so fucking easy. like a fucking dream. he has to keep himself from smiling too wide or too much. but then, maybe you'd like that. find it endearing, maybe.

cute.

he can tell you're not used to this. getting actual, genuine attention from a man, instead of cheap shots to try and get in your pants. a man who can carry a conversation. who asks you about your life, your hobbies, your thoughts. who listens with interest and responds equally thoughtfully.

who looks at you like you're the most interesting thing in the room.

it hits him like a thorn to the chest, sinking and awful, in some deep recess within him.

it's so fucking sad.

it's so fucking sad he almost feels bad for you.

the practiced face he pulled on like a mask falters for a split second and he hopes you don't see it.

then he grips the feeling for a second and pushes it down until it dissolves into nothing, as if it had never been there at all.

in it's place—a deep, warm, sick sense of satisfaction.

if only this generation of modern men knew.

just how easy they made it for men like him.

he continues with delight as the conversation moves forward. you're doing and saying all the right things. reacting just the way he imagined in his head a thousand times, like a movie playing over and over with you as its star. you and that voice of yours that makes him both melt and painfully fucking hard at the same time.

and just as you’re finishing up your drinks, he scribbles down his number with a smiley, winking face on a napkin and slides it over to you with an easy grin. “call me. or don't,”

and with just one glance at that stunned, flustered look on your face, and he knows.

he's going to have so much fun with you.

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older bf!dex who's polite and respectful, so you don't understand why your parents have such icy glares on their faces during dinner. didn't they say they wanted you to find someone respectful and who takes care of you?

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older bf!dex who lets it “slip” that it's good you’re all having dinner together now, since you'll be moving across the city with him soon.

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older bf!dex who just smiles, casually laying his arm around you when your mother asks what about your own job. “we’ll make it work,” you reply, smiling excitedly as you explain to them it was a mutual decision to save money on rent.

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older bf!dex who waits in the dining room while your mother pulls you aside at the end of the night and makes you promise to keep earning your own money. “a woman should always have something of her own just in case” she says, and you agree mostly because she's your mother and mostly, it makes sense.

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older bf!dex who never says no to you though, so you're not sure what she's so worried about? he gets you whatever you want and more, luxuries included. so when a few months later he says you should stop taking on so much stress at that stupid job that doesn't appreciate you, just let him take care of you, you agree.

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older bf!dex who comforts you softly when you're upset, lovingly rubbing circles on your hip after your parents blew up at you when you told them. they sacrificed so much to support you through college, how could you throw all that away and not use your degree?

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older bf!dex who hugs you close, holds your cheeks, dries your tears with his thumbs and kisses your forehead, telling you everything will be okay and that they don't need to understand what's between you two, he'll always love you and take care of you, you don't have to worry about a thing in the world.

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older bf!dex who brags about how he can't wait to marry you, how you'll make the perfect little housewife, no matter what outside people say.

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older bf!dex who shows up at your parents’ house a few months later to ask your father for his blessing to marry you. he doesn't need it—not at all—but he knows your family is traditional and that it's important to you, so he tries to do things the right way. of course your father immediately says no, but that's ok, dex was expecting that. it doesn't change anything when it comes to his plans for you.

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older bf!dex who says your parents just don't want to see you happy, they just want to control you forever, always telling you what to do and to live up to their arbitrary standards. isn't that why you were so unhappy before you met him? why you invested so much of yourself into your job to escape from them?

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older husband!dex who comes along with you to another dinner with your parents a few months later when you announce to them how you eloped together and how beautiful it was. your parents stopped talking to you after that, your mom tried to “get through to you” (her words) for a few months after that but eventually even she stopped. you don't understand what's the big deal—your husband is the perfect man for you, he loves you more than anything in the world.

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older husband!dex who sees how sad you are though and agrees when you invite your parents to his (your) house a year later to ”smooth things over” and because you have a “surprise” for them.

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older husband!dex who smirks and gives you a quick kiss while you're serving his plate with a grin on your face. your parents’ jaws just drop, horrified even when you try to explain that it's just easier this way, how you're so much happier without that stupid 9-5 grind that exhausted you mentally and physically. you feel so lucky being dex's wife, it's so fulfilling to cook for him and take care of the house.

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older husband!dex who answers when your mother asks, taken aback, if this was the “surprise” you invited them over for.

→ ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚older husband!dex who just smiles and says the surprise is sleeping in his crib in the nursery—their grandson!! ☺️

“that's it,” he sighed, eyes blazing with something dark. perverse. satisfied. “beg for it. beg for air. for the gift of breathing,” he said, his voice hushed, a wicked, delighted grin on his face. “beg for your next breath,”

then he pressed. squeezed. his fingers dug deeper into the sides of your neck as he rocked his hips into you, making you lose even more precious air. “please—” you squeaked, your hands coming up to grip his larger one. he was just so…so overwhelming. the hard surface of his chest was pressed up against your tits, his body over yours, keeping you trapped. he was all toned, lean muscle—deadly, unmoving. you thought he would crush you. “please aerion—”

“mmhm,” he hummed, his chest rumbling. “say it again. i love hearing my name from such sweet lips,”

your lungs burned, vision blurred as hot tears fell down your face. your cunt was aching, leaking as his cock stretched you. “aerion—” you croaked once more, your nails digging into his hand desperately. “aerion,”

his grin deepened, and then he squeezed harder as he pulled back and drove his cock into you, your heart lurching, your core flooding with heat. black spots—you saw fuzzy black spots at the edge of your vision, your head swimming, and then—

all at once you gasped for air as he let go, your lungs screaming in relief as you coughed, taking in deep, rapid breaths. aerion smirked as he kept fucking you, barely giving you a chance to catch your breath as he pounded you, your gasps gradually turning into soft whimpers and moans. your nails dug into his shoulders slick with sweat, your lips trembling as you tried to bite back your noises.

he snickered into your ear over the sounds of your creamy, wet pussy. “always sound so pretty for me,” he whispered, warm breath hitting your skin. “especially when you're begging.”

well, let's just say around the base you had a reputation.

as a sort of…stress reliever.

or in other words, a whore.

you were the girl who’d be down for anything, with anyone, anytime. the slutty little private who had a thing for her superiors. and well, not even just your superiors—whenever any guy on the base wanted, all he had to do was come up to you at lunch in the mess hall and throw a few lewd looks and words your way and you'd be stripping in his room hours later. you knew they whispered about you, laughed about you in the halls with their friends, and while it used to make your face flush with shame at first, now it actually encouraged you. why should you be ashamed? they were bragging, after all, as men do. about how good of a fuck you were, how nice your ass looked while being pounded from behind, how sweetly you whimpered into the pillow while you took it like a pro.

if anything, their discussions about you only made you more willing, and pretty soon every man wanted a taste of you for himself, to say that he'd slept with you.

so you suppose you weren't really too surprised when ghost and soap found you in the gym one day, dark, hungry gazes trained on you as they approached, like two men on a mission. ghost grabbed your arm, his voice harsh as he gruffed into your ear to “be in their room by midnight."

he didn't need to tell you more.

you wore something pretty, of course. a delicate lace two-piece with a layer of sheer fabric flowing down that barely covered your ass. and when you arrived there was no wasting time. no chit chat or small talk where they pretended to give a fuck about what you were saying. didn't even say hello. ghost just dragged you into the room, locked the door, and threw you on his bed, johnny pulling you further back while ghost yanked your panties off and threw them to the floor.

your legs naturally parted around his muscular frame, beckoning him in, a smile spreading on your face as his eyes ran over your exposed pussy. he—and from your angle, johnny too—smirked, huffing in satisfaction as he pressed two thick, rough fingers onto you, rubbing your warm, silky folds. “wet already? got warmed up for us in your room huh?”

you nodded eagerly, biting your bottom lip as johnny grinned. “little slut just couldn't wait,” he quipped, “been dying for us to fuck you, haven't you?”

you nodded again, while ghost yanked your bralette down so they could see your tits. johnny cupped one of them, squeezing the soft flesh and running his thumb over your nipple. “got some nice ones, sweetheart,”

the words shot a tingle straight down to your pussy, and you spread your legs wider, wrapping them around ghost. “thank you, daddy,” you said.

both of them still clothed, ghost grabbed your hip as he unsheathed his long, swollen, erect cock. he spat on it and you could hear the slick squelches as he slathered it in spit, stroking himself until it he positioned it right at your hole. johnny freed his own cock too, rubbing it into your face, all over your nose and mouth, tapping it on you like he was taunting you as he slid you to the edge of the bed where your head was hanging down.

impatient, ghost worked the thick head of his cock into you and you gasped, johnny immediately popping his cock into your mouth, salty sweetness filling your mouth as he pressed it onto your tongue while ghost sunk himself into you, chest rumbling like a beast as he stretched out your tight pussy.

and just like that ghost pulled out and plunged his cock deep into you again, then he lost what little restraint he had and just started thrusting his fat cock into you over and over, faster, harder. your mouth dropped open, soft moans pouring out of you with each hit of his cock, licking johnny’s cock before he lost his restraint too and shoved his cock into your throat fully.

“ah fuuuck,” he exhaled as you closed your lips and started sucking as he thrust in and out of your mouth, his balls hitting your nose. you swirled your tongue around his tip, coating his cock in spit while your juices gushed around ghost’s. “slut sure knows how to-how to use her mouth,” soap grunted, “ she as wet as she sound?”

“fucking bitch is creaming all over me,” ghost responded, “still tight too. know how many dicks have been in here?”

“don’t bother asking her, stupid whore probably lost count 50 of em ago,” johnny snarked, both of them laughing caustically while you gasped against his cock. he pulled it back some so you could lick and suck his balls, smearing your face with spit and precum till it was dripping onto the floor.

your eyes rolled as ghost slammed into your hot, soaked pussy over and over again, the stretch of him inside your walls making your knees weak, made your stomach tighten and your nerves light on fire as the filthy wet smack smack smack of him fucking you filled the room along with his rough grunting and cursing. he was fucking you like you were nothing to him, nothing but a hole for him to pleasure himself with, no matter how it felt for you. your breathing got ragged, your heart pounding, you clutched at the sheets, only for johnny to slap one of your tits hard, the flesh stinging as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, pinched. “just meant to be used, baby, you know that? you know that's all you're good for?”

you tried to nod, wincing as their thrusts got deeper, animalistic, johnny leaned forward, fucking your throat even harder, slamming his hips into your mouth and his cock into the back of your throat. slap! he slapped your other tit punishingly, making you squeak as he held onto both of them. then he kept going, slapping your tits till they swelled and burned just to feel your throat spasm around him. your lips were puffy and swollen, sticky with sweat and coated in spit, and you kept gagging around his cock. you tried, you tried to take them both but it was just so, so much…you couldn't help but let the tears out of your eyes as you sobbed.

“fucking cum dumpster,” johnny rasped. “gonna fill you up so much you'll be leaking when we're done with you,”

“didn't even take much,” ghost mocked, angling his cock to tease you, “just a little attention and a firm voice…never seen an easier slut in my life,”

your eyes watered more, your body getting hotter and hotter with shame but with something else too.

“don't be ashamed now though,” johnny remarked. “you wanted this remember? it's alright if you're a dirty little whore who's desperate to be fucked silly...we won't tell anyone, will we ghost?”

ghost laughed sarcastically. “right,”

“some girls are just like that. cock addicted whores. only time they feel worth something's when a cock is in them,” johnny said. “too bad you're fucking worthless,”

you sobbed again, panting and gasping for air, even as your toes curled with the sheer amount of pain and pleasure overwhelming you, sparking through your body like a live wire.

“touch yourself for us,” ghost directed, and when you reached down between your legs to rub tight circles into your swollen, drenched clit, he followed it up with “thaaat’s right, baby, focus just right there…give us a show. work that needy cunt for us,”

then…

“that's it baby, good girl…” johnny coaxed as he pressed his hand on your throat to feel the bulge of his cock going in and out, muffling your desperate whines and whimpers. you were slobbering over his cock so much you could hear the sloshing in your throat, the gargling of you choking, gagging on his cock, could hear the slick pops everytime he pulled out of your lips, your spit frothy and bubbly as it slid down…“let daddy use your throat just like this,”

a few moments later and they pulled out and flipped you on your hands and knees. “nice ass,” ghost said as he kneaded your ass greedily, smacking it before he put his cock in and started hitting it from the back. he pulled your hair so johnny could thrust his cock into your mouth again.

“ahhh fuck…” ghost exclaimed, “look at how she takes it,” he said as he gripped your hips, the rough surface of his fingertips digging into your soft skin. “take it baby, take this cock like a good whore,”

“filthy little cumslut,” soap mocked, pushing the back of your head down on his cock, basically forcing you in two different directions. “you’re gonna take us till you can't take anymore,”

ghost grabbed the thin lace you were wearing to keep you in place as he pounded you, and this continued until half an hour later when they finally came, they shot warm ropes of their cum, splattering it all over your face and ass, telling you to “be grateful for it” like the pathetic, desperate whore you were.

you tried to wipe some off your cheek and lick it off your hand while the rest slid down your face. but just as you were about to get up, ghost grabbed your hair in a tight grip and yanked you back onto the bed. “you ain't going nowhere,” he snapped.

johnny smirked in agreement. “gonna be a long night with us, sweetheart. we're not fucking done with you,”