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editorandchief · 2 years ago

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Hell Hath No Fury | Aemond Targaryen

Request: Yes

Summary: Aemond has become distant and you find out why.

Warning: blood, miscarriage, cheating, assault

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You couldn't believe it.

He was the good brother, the dutiful son, the valiant knight... the faithful husband. There was no way that your Aemond wouldn't do this to you.

This explains why he was traveling so often to Harrenhal away from you for so long when you needed him the most, you thought as you rubbed your swollen belly staring at the piece of paper in your hand.

He had gotten that whore pregnant, and from the letter it seemed you two were both soon to give birth.

Alys Rivers, the strong Bastard, the Witch...Yet another thing you two had in common, maybe your husband had a type.

This was it. the beginning of the end. If Alys Rivers gave birth to that child there is nothing that would stop her from coming to court, having her child legitimized, having Aemond take her as a mistress, bringing shame and embarrassment upon you and your child.

No.

"Push princess, push." The midwife needlessly instructed as someone wiped the sweat from your brow.

"I do appreciate your help and respect and acknowledge that you have helped bring many royals into this world so please forgive me when I say, 'please shut the fuck up and let me concentrate." You yelled back as you took two deep breaths before closing your eyes and letting your head fall backwards.

Opening your eyes again you see your in a hallway standing in front of a door, you can still hear the midwives telling you to push. placing your hand in the door you push it open slowly as you see the sight of Alys Rivers and Aemond in bed together.

His arm is wrapped around her, as they are both naked it isn't hard to guess what it was that had made them so tired. Walking into the room you hear the door close behind you just as you stand right above them. As if sensing your presence Alys' eyes snap open and stare up at you.

She opens her mouth to wake Aemond before you stop her.

"Don't bother calling out, her can't hear us." You informed her reaching for his arm and throwing it away from her causing his to shift in his sleep and turn over. "No one can. From the look on your face I can tell you know exactly who I am, which is amusing considering I knew nothing of you a moon ago."

"I know this must be upsetti-."

"No! You don't because you are not his wife, you are not the one he married and swore loyalty to only to turn around and impregnate some whore." You sneered at her as she flinched back. "What was your plan? to take my husband, become and mistress, you seek to replace me and my child?" You asked as she simply shook her head in denial.

"It was never meant to happen like this, but I love Aemond and he loves me, I'm sorry that you are hurt by this but that is the truth of it. I never thought I would be able to have children but this is a gift that Aemond has given to me and we both are thankful to be having it, but that does not mean he is any less thankful for your child and I promise you that I mean no harm to your life, marriage or the life of your child." Alys rushed to explain. Taking a moment you look on at this women in bed with your husband and think of her words.

"Words....are not enough." You say before Alys' body is forced down into the bed. Leaning over her you pulled the sheets from her body exposing her milky skin to the cold air.

"What are you doing?" Alys asked as she struggled against the invisible force.

"Don't worry I am simply righting a wrong," You informed her as you pulled a knife from your dress. "The child that grows inside of you belongs to my husband" You continue as you placed the blade to her belly.

"No! Please no." Alys pleads as she fight to get away from you. "I'm beg you please. I have wronged you I admit but my child is innocent, Aemond's child is innocent."

"I know." You say before plunging the knife into her womb as she lets out a blood curtailing scream. Once the cut was made you reached inside of her wound ignoring the blood and cries of the women as you pull the child from her body. Cradling the child in your arm you softly coo to the child as Alys lets out another round of sobs. "Please do not morn for the child will live, but it will be birthed by me, as should all children of my husband."

Turning and walking away the door slowly creaks back open allowing you to walk back into the hall. "Though I am very thankful for this gift you and my husband have given to me Alys, I trust it will be the last one" You say before the door closes once again.

"Just one more push my princess." You left you head once again over come with the pain of child birth. "Here it comes." After one more push the room is filled with the cries of your child.

"A prince, you have given birth to a prince." The midwife announced moving to retrieve a blanket for the newborn. She began to hand you your child before you leaned forward and let out a painful groan. "The afterbirth."

another midwife crouched between your leg as you groan in pain. "No there is a head, there is another babe." She informed sending the room into another round of panic as you were instructed again to push.

"Another prince." She soon declares as the second child begins to cry.

Cradling both babes in your arms you look down at the two clearly Targaryen princes with a small smile, Alicent entered the room quickly making it to your side "Aemon and Armon." You names them as she looks to her grandchildren made my her favorite son.

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It had been three days since Aemond woke to Alys' screams, the sheets around her covered in blood as she cradled her stomach. The maesters said it was a miscarriage, but Alys insisted that it wasn't, when Aemond tried to comfort her she yelled for him to leave her and refused to be near him. After the second day of trying he chose to return to Kingslanding where is was notified that his wife had given birth to twin boys.

Entering the chambers he sees his wife cooing at the two newborns laying on their bed. Turning towards your husband your eyes widen. "Aemond, I thought you were Beth to assist me with taking the twins to midday meal, the family wished to meet them."

"Well I am sorry to disappoint you," Aemond teased walking closer to the bed. "But I promise I can try to be as good as Beth until she arrives."

"Oh stop." You laughed a bit before letting out a sigh. "Actually I am glad that you are here, I wanted to speak with you."

"What is it you wish to speak of?" He asked rubbing his knuckle along Aemon's face.

"I know that this marriage started as an arrangement, but I understand that at the time we both believed that we become fond of each other and perhaps even love, and I thought that we had begun to share these feeling but I realize that I can not hold you to promises we made as children." You now had his full attention. "And if it is what you want, I will not fight you on seeking annulment."

"You have been distant and it was not until the twins were born that I realize just how distant you've become, we used to spend time together, reading, painting, laughing but I gave birth for the first time and my husband was not to be found." You explained. "I do not blame you for not returning my feeling or for pulling away but I can't live thinking that I'm driving you from your home or thinking that this distance between us will affect our children."

"Please," Aemond says grabbing your hand and kneeling at your side. "Your feeling are returned I swear it to you, my distance is of no fault of your own."

"Then what is it?" You pleaded looking into his eyes. "I wish for you to be there for our children, for them to love and be moved by you. You once told me you didn't want to be like your father, I do not want this either."

Looking into your eyes Aemond knew he couldn't tell you the reason, he knew it would break your heart and he couldn't do that to you not after you had just given him two son, not ever. "It matters not, It will never happen again." He assures giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "I will not be the father viserys was to me and I will not be the husband he was to my mother. You three are my life and I will spend every second to assure that you know it.

"My princess It is time for your midday meal with your family." Beth informed entering the chambers.

"Thank you Beth would you please hold Aemon and I will take Armon you instruct as Aemond stands and helps you from the bed. Standing and walking towards the door you asked Beth to please walk ahead of you. "I thank you for hearing me Aemond and I do hope this isn't asking to much but I also must ask something else of you."

Aemond nodded as he rubs his hand up and down your back in comfort.

"I wish for this to be a pleasant occasion so I must ask you not fight with Jace and Luke, though it seems you have grown quite fond of Strong bastards as of late." You say before walking ahead leaving his frozen in the door way of the room.

Part Two

#house of the dragon imagine #House of the dragon #aemond targaryen #alicent hightower #aemond x reader #Aemond Targaryen x reader #Alys rivers #aemond x alys #house targaryen #king viserys #jacerys targaryen #lucerys targaryen #harrenhal

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snail-day · 4 months ago

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SNAIL, MY FAVORITE TUMBLR CREATOR, THE REASON I BREATHE—SOMETHING SOMETHING BLAH BLAH. How do you think yandere JJK men would react if the reader cheated?

Lowkey, I’ve been watching #ihatemybf vids on TikTok, and when I tell you I’ve LITERALLY BEEN CRYINGGGG—THEY’RE SO FUNNY. And I’ve also been so annoyed at the fact that any time I search “JJK angst,” on tumblr It’s always us getting hurt… 😪😪😪 Like yeah, I guess we can’t avoid that if they’re a yandere, we’re obviously gonna get hurt somehow in the end, BUT STILL, I WANT THEIR BITCH ASSES TORN UP.

Like, imagine Satoru—the most handsome man ever, basically everything you want in a man—beautiful, strong, loyal, smart, just everythinggggg… but he gets cheated on. LMFAOOO, THIS SHIT IS KILLING ME.

(This lowk might just be projection, tbh.)

(FUCK MY EX.)

(MEN AIN’T SHIT!!!)

Also, I hope you’ve been eating and doing well! Remember, it’s totally fine to feel unmotivated or just not in the mood to write💞💞💞💞

Alright babygirl where the FUCK did you find that photo because its...UGH. Thanks I hate it. ALSO SORRY ABOUT YOUR MANS, men aint shit :( Gotta leash them up or something to stop them from acting like dogs.

Anyways do you like have a death wish...or something? Cheating on your yandere? YEESH. Okay, I had to really think this one out because they're psycho as is but when you have the audacity to cheat on someone who's madly in love with you...well you're not going to drive them away.

Characters: Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna. (I couldn't imagine you getting the chance to sleep with anyone else with Nanami around...I think you'd just become either his child or his pet no in-between)

TW: Yandere behaviors. Death. Cruel and unusual punishment (knife play, blood/cum play). Suguru and Sukuna is a ...gore fest and a little fucked but what did you expect. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat MDNI

Gojo Satoru (You really did it this time.)

At first, he doesn’t believe it. You? His darling? His precious, delicate love? Cheating? That doesn’t make sense. It’s absurd - ludicrous even. You adore him. You belong to him. Every fiber of your being should be his and his alone.

However, the proof is undeniable. Overwhelming. Disgusting. Suffocatingly enough, you didn’t even have the audacity to use a condom, didn’t even attempt to mask your betrayal. The sheer audacity - the filthiness of it - hits him deeper than any wound ever could, slicing through his heart like jagged glass.

For the first time in his life, Satoru feels like a fool. A pathetic, naïve fool. Like everyone else, you used him. Just another disposable plaything for your own amusement. He thought you cherished him, wanted him for who he was - not his power, not his name, not his abilities, but him. Just him. But no. In the end, you were nothing more than a lying, deceitful, backstabbing wretch - just like the rest.

So why should he treat you any differently?

The next time you wake up, the world feels smaller. Suffocatingly tiny. An eerie, hollow void of nothingness. The warmth of comfort - gone. The furniture? Stripped away, leaving nothing but the cold, unwelcoming embrace of hardwood beneath you. The windows? Sealed, bolted shut like a prison cell. The doors? Locked, impenetrable. And your ankles - bound in thick, heavy chains, the metal digging cruelly into your fragile skin, bolted so firmly into the ground that there’s no mistaking it - you are never leaving.

You could scream. You could cry, plead, sob until your throat is raw and your voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper - but it wouldn’t matter. None of it would matter. Satoru doesn’t care anymore. He doesn’t look at you the same way. The love - the insatiable adoration, the playful obsession - has vanished. What remains is something chilling. Hollow. Empty. Like you don’t even exist.

He barely acknowledges you. A ghost of a man you once knew, now a distant shadow that lingers just to keep you confined. He comes and goes as he pleases, leaving you to fester in your isolation. When he does speak, his voice is nothing more than an arctic whisper - cold, detached, indifferent. You’re lucky if he feeds you more than a single meal a day. He used to dote on you, spoil you, worship you. Now? You aren’t even worth his time.

At first, you think this is a punishment. A cruel, twisted lesson meant to make you break - to make you grovel, weep, and beg for his forgiveness.

But then, days turn into weeks.

And you realize - this isn’t a punishment.

This is abandonment.

He isn’t torturing you. Not physically. He doesn’t starve you to death, doesn’t strike you, doesn’t lay a single hand on you - not even to hurt you. He won’t. You could beg him - plead for something, anything, a reaction, a slap, a violent scream - but he won’t give you the satisfaction.

Because you are nothing now.

And yet, he will never let you go. Never set you free. No one else will ever have you. You will remain his - not because he loves you anymore, but because he refuses to let anyone else touch what was once his. Even in this desolation, even in this silent, torturous existence - he still owns you. Forever.

Geto Suguru (Oh god. Oh no. Oh yes?)

Yeah, he’s not going to kill you. But that doesn’t mean you’re getting off easy. Not even close. You made the most unforgivable, brainless mistake of your life - fucking one of his disciples. In his temple. On sacred ground.

He lets you finish, of course - because he’s generous like that. Magnanimous, even. Standing there, watching, arms lazily crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable except for that maddening smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. A smug smirk, like he’s already decided your fate, like this is nothing more than mild amusement to him.

He watches the poor bastard rut into you, completely oblivious to the way death lingers inches away, waiting, hungry. Fucking you like he’s not moments away from the most gruesome, agonizing end imaginable.

And then, just as you're coming down from the dizzying high of your climax - just as your breath shudders, body quivering - his curse strikes.

Teeth sink in, and the man inside you doesn’t even get to scream. His head is torn clean off mid-thrust, the sound of crunching bone and ripping flesh slicing through the air like a grotesque symphony. Hot, sticky blood erupts, painting your skin, spraying across the altar, dripping from the walls in thick, warm rivulets. The body collapses on top of you, weight heavy, suffocating. Cock still buried deep, still twitching, still spilling into you even in death.

And Suguru?

He doesn’t say a single word.

No anger. No shouting. No theatrics. Just cold, effortless dominance.

His fingers curl into the nape of your neck, iron-tight, unyielding, forcing your face down - straight into the mess. Into the warm, viscous pool of blood and cum, the sickening mixture coating your lips, your cheeks, seeping into your skin.

Like a misbehaving puppy who pissed on the floor.

The message is clear without him needing to say a thing. This is your doing. You caused this carnage, tainted his temple, dirtied yourself beyond salvation. And now? You’re going to live with it. Marinate in it. If you’re lucky (and you aren’t), your only punishment will be licking up every last drop.

Because he’s so sweet for not killing you, right?

Ryomen Sukuna (You really must have a death-wish)

Sukuna doesn’t just kill the pathetic bastard who dared to touch what belongs to him. No, that would be too kind. Too merciful. Instead, he annihilates them.

Flesh peels from bone in gruesome ribbons, sinew snapping like fragile threads. Blood erupts in violent bursts, splattering across the walls in grotesque, abstract strokes - an unholy masterpiece painted in suffering. The air is thick with the stench of iron, of death, of ruin. By the time he’s done, there’s nothing left of them but a mangled heap of unrecognizable gore, twisted beyond comprehension. Not a man. Not even a corpse. Just chunks of flesh strewn about like discarded meat.

And yet, his fury still burns. Still festers, ravenous, insatiable.

Because the real problem - the true betrayal - is still alive.

You.

His fingers tangle in your hair, yanking you forward with the brutal ease of someone dragging along a disobedient pet. Your scalp burns, your neck twists at an unnatural angle as you stumble after him, barely able to keep up. The doors to his domain slam shut behind you, the echo ringing like a death knell. A final, inescapable sentence.

By the time he throws you to the cold, unforgiving stone floor, your body is trembling. Trembling from fear. From exhaustion. From the soul-crushing realization that there is no escape. No salvation.

Sukuna looms above you, his presence suffocating, oppressive. His gaze - deep, dark, unreadable - bears down on you with something caught between cruel amusement and pure, unrelenting fury. The kind of fury that doesn’t fade. That doesn’t forgive.

Then, he speaks.

"Spread your legs."

The command is low, almost teasing, his lips curling into something resembling a smile. But it’s not warmth - it’s mockery. Amusement. As if this is all some sick, twisted game, a test you’re already failing. You're not fucking yourself out of this one.

You hesitate.

Big mistake.

Before you can react, he’s on you. There’s no warning, no hesitation - just raw, unfiltered force. Fabric tears like paper beneath his claws, your clothes shredded apart as if they were never meant to shield you in the first place. A gasp rips from your throat as he forces you down, pins you beneath him like a predator securing its kill. His fingers grip your thighs, prying them apart, firm, unyielding. You are nothing more than a thing to be owned, to be branded, to be ruined.

His smirk widens at the sheer terror on your face.

"Now, now," he croons, dragging sharp claws down the softness of your belly, trailing lower, lower - stopping just above the most sacred part of you. Hovering over the vulnerable flesh of your lower abdomen. The place only he should have ever touched.

His other hand moves with a terrifying slowness, fingers wrapping around the worn handle of a blade. Dull. Rusted. Not sharp enough for a clean cut - because why would you deserve a sharp one?

Your heart stops.

He sees it. Feels it. Loves it.

"You want to whore yourself out?" he muses, voice dripping with mockery as he presses the frigid steel just below your navel. Just above where your body still trembles from the remnants of the defilement. "Then let’s make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to."

Then - he carves.

Letter by letter, he slices his name into your flesh, slow and deliberate. R Y O M E N S U K U N A. The jagged edges of the blade drag through your skin, splitting it open, ensuring the wound will never heal cleanly. Ensuring the scar will never fade. The pain is excruciating - white-hot, blinding - searing through your senses like a burning brand. Your body writhes, your screams echo through the chamber, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t waver.

He drinks in every sound. Every sob, every whimper, every desperate tremor of your form beneath him. By the time he’s finished, blood weeps down between your thighs, pooling beneath you like a sacrificial offering.

His gaze softens - not with kindness, but with satisfaction. Admiration.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, running a clawed finger over the fresh, raw wound, smearing the crimson letters like a painter admiring his own work. Then, just to be cruel - because of course he is - he leans down. His tongue, warm and sinfully long, drags over the fresh wound, lapping up the blood, savoring it.

You shudder between sobs, body caught between agony and humiliation.

"Try to spread your legs for another man now, pet." His voice drops into something dark, guttural. A growl laced with venom. "See what happens."

For a moment, you think it’s over. You think - maybe - he’s done with you.

"Run."

Your breath hitches. Your entire body stiffens.

He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement, with insatiable cruelty.

"Run," he repeats, slower this time, drawing the blood from his fingers with a lazy flick of his tongue. "And if I catch you… well."

The smirk stretches - sharp, monstrous.

"We’ll see if I let you live or not."

The air is thick. Suffocating. Your pulse thrums in your ears, heart hammering so violently it threatens to burst from your chest.

You know what you should do.

The only question is, will you make it?

#snail yaps #yandere jujutsu kaisen #I simply cannot imagine cheating on any of these men #simply because they're hot but also insane #I out freaked myself with this one #gave myself a little tummy ache #sukunaspillow #i've been fluffy for too long >:3'#yandere gojo satoru #yandere geto suguru #yandere ryomen sukuna

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dilvuc · 1 year ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Sebastian was still upset though and hadn’t spoken to the taller male in a minute. [Y] break the silence, “...I see that you find your new master. How is he?”

“...Like hell, but I'll manage…” Sebastian answered in a harsh tone and then it went silent once again. Damn, the demon is pissed off. Why?

“...Are you mad at me?” [Y] sweatdropped.

“We should stop talking and prepare some feast, Sire [L].” The butler ignored the question as he removed his coat and wore an apron, then rolled up his sleeves. “If you wish to talk then leave…”

“You are mad at me…” [Y] whined before removing his tailcoat and hanging them up. Sebastian pressed the peeler to the male's chest, “Peel them then wash the potatoes.”

“O…ok…” the taller male shuttered awkwardly. Just as Sebastian's order, [Y] begins peeling potatoes. It was an awkward silence once again. “Shit…He's really pissed off with me. Why? Is he in a bad mood?”

“...That child…” Sebastian spoke, grabbing the taller earl’s attention. “Is he yours…?”

Outside of the kitchen, Mey-rin was rushing with a bucket in hands. She was demanded to clean up, but she stopped and nearly tripped when she overheard Sebastian and [Y] talking in the kitchen.

“You mean Nova? Yes, he's my son.” [Y] answer Sebastian's question. The butler pouted as he aggressively chopped the carrots, nearly cutting the board in half, “I see…”

“Ah…Is that what he was mad about?”

“Did you break your promise and have an affair with someone else?” Sebastian questioned, swiftly chopping the carrots. “It's cruel to cheat on your lover like that.”

“L-lover?” Mey-rin gasped. The chef, the gardener, and Tanaka peek into the kitchen, startling Mey-rin. Baldo raised his eyebrows, “What are you doing? Spying?”

“Shh! Shh! I've heard that Sire [L] and Sebastian are lovers!” Mey-rin whispered harshly.

“What?? No way! I couldn't imagine Sebastian having a lover!” Baldo furrowed his eyebrows. Finny tilted his head, “Sebastian never talked about it before.”

“Not like he will talk about his personal life.” The chef huffed.

“Just listen!”

“Sebastian…Here I thought you could read the atmosphere.” [Y] deadpanned. Sebastian flinched, “W…what are you on about?”

“He shutters???” Baldo blinked owlishly.

“You mistakenly thought I was cheating on you with someone else. Nova…is my adopted son. I'm not in an affair with anyone.” [Y] stated, causing the butler to harshly chop the head of the carrot. The taller male flinched as the angry energy got stronger, but it quickly went away.

“I see. You certainly got me there! I was close to ending you with this knife~” Sebastian laughed joyfully. [Y] sweatdropped, “Don't laugh so joyfully!”

“Sorry~ I was starting to become jealous or perhaps angry that I want to rip your heart out.” The butler beamed, while waving the knife. “I'm just genuinely happy that you're not cheating on me with someone else~”

“Why would I cheat on you when my eyes are only on you?” [Y] winked. Sebastian chuckled with a soft blush, “Your charm haven't gone away~”

The [h] haired male then wrapped his arms around Sebastian's waist, then snuggled his face against his, “I was feeling lonely when you left, so when I found Nova, I decided to adopt him just so I wouldn't feel lonely.”

“So…that makes him my child as well?” Sebastian asked.

“We are married, aren't we?” [Y] grinned.

“Married?!” the three servants gawked, grabbing both the lovers’ attention to the door. Sebastian sighed with disappointment, “Of course they'll be spying on us.”

The four servants bowed before the butler with bumps on their heads. Sebastian huffed with his arms crossed, “Eavesdropping on conversation will lead to consequences. May I ask why you are eavesdropping?”

“I overheard you two talking, so…I got curious…” Mey-rin sweatdropped.

“Are you really married to Sebastian?! I can't imagine!” Baldo asked the taller male. [Y] chuckled, “True. Proposed to him two years ago…”

“Seeing Sebastian this happy is weird. I've never seen him like this.” The cook deadpanned. Sebastian glared, “Oh? Is it wrong for a butler to get married to an earl?”

“I just thought you're not the best type—” the cook received a shoe in the face before he could finish the sentence. The butler in black sighed, “Now that you all find out, you must keep this from master. We didn't want our relationship to be released in public.”

“You must be madly in love with Sire [L], Sebastian!” Mey-rin beamed. Sebastian blushed softly with his hand clasped on his cheek, “...I-indeed…”

“He shutters again. He's a simp.” Baldo whispers to Finny, earning another kick in the face.

“I think it's cute! I think you two make a great couple!” Finny beamed, clapping his hands. Mey-rin nodded with agreement. The cook recovered from a kick, “I don't think I will get used to this…”

“You might as well need to.” Sebastian huffed before turning to his husband, “We should continue preparing the feast. Master might be waiting.”

“Ah, right…”

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“Your name is Nova, correct? You and your father don't seem to look alike…” Ciel narrowed his eyes at the child, who's reading a book. Nova whined, startled by Ciel's stare, “...A…adopted…”

“Adopted? So, you were adopted…?” Ciel questioned.

“Papa found me alone on the street after mummy left Nova to die because Daddy left her for another woman…” Nova explained. The earl was shocked at the answer. The four year old continued, “Papa raised me and fed me good food. Mummy never gave me good food before. She left me nothing but dog food…”

“I see…What made you enjoy books?” Ciel asked. “What sort of books do you like?”

“Fantasy.”

The earl hummed with interest, “Fantasy, huh? You must've enjoyed reading something like that. Are you homeschooled?”

“The servants back home educated me while papa was working. They teach me how to read and write. They even help me write a letter to Papa whenever he's working.” Nova smiles softly.

“Ah. They taught you really well…” Ciel praised the child. How about you pick out some books? You can take it home with you, but promise you'll bring it back.”

“O-ok, Ciel-nii.” Nova nodded.

“...!” Ciel flinched before looking away with a soft blush, “Don't call me that…”

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“Everything doing alright at the manor without me?” Sebastian asked the taller male while stirring up the cream. [Y] smiled as he chopped the potatoes, “Yeah, but it still feels kinda lonely…”

“You miss me that much?” The butler chuckled.

“Very much. What about you? Did you miss me?” [Y] teased. “I'm sure you do~ I can imagine you being excited about my arrival.”

“...” Sebastian blushed, looking away from his husband, “...Perhaps I do…”

The taller male wrapped his arms around Sebastian and snuggled his face with the raven haired butler, “You're so cute~ I love that about you.”

“E-enough…” Sebastian whined, feeling his husband’s soft face against his. The servants had never seen Sebastian act so cute before. When [Y] around, the cute side of Sebastian has been exposed. The cook twitches his eyebrow at the scene, “Look at him acting all cutesy…”

“It's adorable, yes, it is!” Mey-rin beamed, clasping his hands together.

“By the way, are you free tomorrow? I would like to request if you could watch over Nova while I'm working?” [Y] clasped his hands together. “I'll be away for three days during a business trip.”

“Three days? Didn't you just got back last week?” Sebastian tilted his head. The taller male scratched the back of his head, “Well…there had been trouble at the factory in another country and they needed me to handle a few things.”

“I see. How disappointing. I was looking forward to spending more time with you.” Sebastian sighed with disappointment. [Y] smile, then whisper in the butler’s ear, “Say, how about coming over at my manor tonight when your master and Nova fall asleep? Meet me in my room tonight?”

“...Ah…You don't mean…” Sebastian's eyes widened with realization.

[Y] smirked as he gently wraps his arm around the butler's waist and intertwined his fingers with his own, “Right~ I'll be taking control tonight~”

“...!” Sebastian's face turned entirely red. This human of his will always be the one and only person to make a demon flustered. “Y…your charm is one my biggest weakness.”

“Oh-ho~ Is it?” [Y] purred.

“T-the servants are watching. Please stop…” the butler looks away, but the taller male doesn't care and pulls the butler closer. “Who cares~ Let them watch, just to let them know that you're mine~”

Sebastian used his free hand to push his husband's face away, “[Y]...! E-enough!”

Too late, the [h] haired male is already getting freaky as the servants watch, covering Finny’s eyes.

SEBASTIAN, MY BELOVED! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!🙇🏿

╰┈➤ 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

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#male reader #top male reader #sebastian michaelis #sebastian x male reader #black butler #kuroshitsuji

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shaunamilfman · 1 year ago

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Shauna Shipman

✩ nsfw.

Fics

➢Mastermind: "You have a simple 5 step plan to convince Shauna Shipman to be your girlfriend. Maybe you've stalked her a little. Just a little."

➢Look What You Made Me Do: "The small town of Wiskayok had been rocked by the brutal murders of the so-called Ghostface killings, leaving you and your girlfriend Shauna Shipman unsure of who you can trust. Just remember: it's always someone you know. "

➢evermore: "You die out in the snow, cold and alone. You haunt so much more than just the narrative."

✩they got no idea about me and you: "You resented Jackie at first for all the time you and Shauna spent waiting in the car for her, but you've really started to treasure these secret moments spent between the two of you."

✩i'm so chill, but you make me jealous: Shauna's gotten herself worked up again over something stupid, and she will be making her jealousy your problem.

➢you look like my next mistake: A series of encounters you have with your friends mother, Shauna Shipman, over spring break.

✩you're always gonna be mine: You're starting to hate when people talk to you at parties. It always seems to get you in trouble with your girlfriend, Shauna Shipman. She always gets so rough with you when she's feeling possessive.

✩you must like me for me: You weren't sure what you did to piss off Shauna Shipman, but you've been on the receiving end of her death glares for just as long as you can remember.

✩i had died the tiniest death: You've gotten used to the feeling of being watched since you broke up with your girlfriend, Shauna Shipman, but you never thought it was more than just your imagination till now.

✩it's just indifference: You couldn't bite back your bitchy comment as Shauna walked in twenty minutes later than you agreed upon to work on your project, but you soon found that you couldn't regret it at all as you realized how hot she was when she was mad.

✩to be felled by you: What started out as a fistfight in the middle of the woods might actually manage to bring you together as you work out your differences in a more pleasurable way.

✩in the woods somewhere: First you eat Mari (rip), and then you eat Shauna (out).

✩marked me like a bloodstain: for everyone who watched the s3 trailer and was like, Shauna should have bit ME like that instead.

✩canine teeth (in the side of my neck): Shauna's chasing you through the woods.

✩if i could be who you wanted: You're Melissa.

✩it tastes like the real thing: You follow Shauna out into the woods. This time with more knife.

✩turning into something you are not: You end up on house arrest after Shauna spits in your soup, no thanks to stupid Mari. Maybe you should apologize. Maybe that's a bad idea.

✩i almost do: You weren't sure what drove you to talk to Hannah in the first place. Boredom, maybe. Or some deeply buried desire to get back at your girlfriend for keeping you trapped out here. Either way, you don't think you deserve what you got.

Drabbles

➢Werewolf!Shauna Drabble

➢Ghostface!Shauna Drabble

✩nsfw drabble 2

➢wilderness baby drabble

➢I'll Be Home for Christmas

➢just you and me

Headcanons

➢Dating Shauna Shipman HCs 2 3

➢Dating Shauna in the Wilderness HCs

➢Finding out Shauna cheated on you with Jeff HCs

➢controversially young gf HCs

➢jealous shauna HCs

➢domestic shauna

➢stalker ex-gf shauna

➢FWB to lovers

➢affection

✩NSFW Alphabet

#shauna thoughts 💙#shauna shipman x reader #yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets x reader

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radioisntdead · 7 months ago

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Should've known better.

Velvette x reader

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Warnings: I HAVE NO IDEA HOW INTERNSHIPS WORK AND IT SHOWS, also toxic relationships and just toxic in general, mutual domestic abuse [????? I don't condone it] took inspo from soap opera tropes, silly fic in general

It started years ago when Velvette and you were interns at one of the most prestigious fashion design companies, a place very strict on who they let intern and who they deem worthy enough to properly hire, the two of you had fought tooth and nail to get here, betraying and snuffing out any and all competition to get here, and neither of you were going to let the other become a full-fledged employee.

I was a bad girl I did some bad things I swear I meant it, but this couldn't be for nothing

Day in and day out the two of you were at each other's throats, stealing very opportunity the other desperately wanted in order to get to the top,

Ripping each other's projects apart, hiding them in places or just straight up tossing them in the trash, accidentally spilling coffee on the other.

Somehow, in-between all the fighting and sabotage, you managed to gain feelings for each other, those feelings coming out during a fight at a Halloween party you both happened to attend.

things were a wrap after that, work enemies during the day, girlfriends at night.

whatever happened it stays a secret when a tree falls in the forest

it wasn't a healthy situation by any means, one moment she was thinking of how she was going to slit your neck and leave you for dead in the breakroom, and the next she was a blushing mess under you as you kissed down her neck.

no one hears it another late night another ego bruised, and I always knew exactly what I do to you I was a wild card you always knew it,

It didn't matter what feelings she had for you, it wouldn't get in the way of her ambitions, love wouldn't get her own fashion line, it wouldn't buy her things, it wouldn't give her the fame she desired.

It was a matter of time

The outcome was inevitable, it was either you or everything she ever wanted, she would never put you above her own desires, so when she saw you slipping, getting soft for her, she took advantage, taking the chance to destroy her enemy that she shared a bed with at night.

I had to do it thou shall not lie thou shall not cheat thou shall not get caught or you'll end up six feet deep

Your portfolio was destroyed, worse than anything Velvette had done before, sketches upon sketches of designs ripped apart, finished projects for the company missing, projects that would've landed you as a full-fledged employee, that would've jumpstarted your career gone.

karma's a bitch

you were a wreck, asking her if she had any idea what happened to it, you didn't think she would do this, maybe before everything that had happened not now.

but she did, the way your boss walked up to her and praised her for your her projects told you she did before the aforementioned boss asked you to pack away your belongings.

I should have known better if I had a wish I would have never fucked around

The look you gave her when you were terminated from the internship was heart wrenching, but you should've known that this was the only outcome, you would've done the same to her if your places were reversed, it's just business, nothing personal.

when I saw the way you looked at me, I felt the knife twist karmas a bitch and she's with you right now.

She figured you'd get over it, that things would go back to normal between you like they always did but when she came back to the apartment you two shared, you were gone, all belongings of yours gone, anything she had got you left behind, anything you had gotten her was either missing or destroyed, no note, no nothing, she tried texting and calling you only to find that she was blocked.

she had gone to the point of no return.

thought you could trick me I know you're trying if I said I didn't love you I'd be lying and it's a Pity that you had the nerve did you really think you wouldn't get what you deserve.

thou shall not lie it never ends well made a deal with the devil now I'll drag you back to Hell karma's a bitch

The next time you and Velvette crossed paths was down in hell, neither of you were good people while alive so it wasn't a surprise, what was a surprise was finding out that your backstabbing bitch of an ex was an overlord now working with two old geezers.

you should have known better cause' I'll make you wish you would have never fucked around when I saw the looked at me, I felt your knife twist karma's a bitch and she's with you right now

You were doing well for yourself down here, becoming one of Velvette's worst competitors, you weren't second to her and her brand, you were exactly on par, it didn't matter how much she pushed her employees, how much she advertised on social media, she couldn't knock you off your pedestal.

better be good cause' what goes around comes around karmas a bitch and she's with you right now

You were proud of that, you were proud of how far you've come, no longer someone Velvette could backstab carelessly.

better be good cause' what goes around comes around karmas a bitch and she's with you right now

She'd be lying if she didn't admit that she did regret how things ended, she still wouldn't have chosen you but maybe destroying all of your hard work was a dick move.

and when I wake up from my sleep and you're no longer next to me our lonely room feels so empty just me in my regret.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't miss having you in her bed, having your arms wrapped around her.

And you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss her a little bit, the time you spent with her was nice, when she wasn't stabbing you in the back anyways.

Much like how things started all those years ago, you and Velvette ended up at the same party, where anyone who was anyone in hell's fashion or social media scene was there, and that obviously included you and your ex.

your cold eyes look back at me but now I have no sympathy

And like all those years ago a fight broke out, only no feelings were revealed instead you had to be pulled off of Velvette by five people because your fight had turned physical and you were winning.

that night's a distant memory I wish I could forget I won't let you forget

One would think that would've resulted in further hatred but instead you were found snuggled up around her the next morning with only a blanket covering the two of you.

karma's a bitch I should have known better if I had a wish I would have never fucked around, when I saw the way you looked at me, I felt your knife twist, karmas a bitch and she's with you now

And so history repeated itself just worse, far more worse, instead of destroyed projects, stolen work, it was blue and purple bruise, teeth marks left so deep that it bled, broken electronics, damage done to each other, with each mark she left on you, you returned it tenfold.

and I'm with you right now

karma's a bitch karmas a bitch better be good cause' what goes around comes around karma's a bitch

One minute you had your hands wrapped around her neck hard enough to stop airflow and the next you were kissing the bruises you had left.

This would end by one of you dying, either by extermination or by the hand of the other.

Good evenin' folks, If I had a dime for Everytime I used a version of this song for a silly fic with one of the Vee's, I'd have two dimes, not much but it's concerning.

Anyways I heard this cover the day it was posted and immediately wrote this hence why it's messy, then last night I figured out how to do a gradient with the font colors and it looks AWESOME in my opinion, anyways as always thank you for tunin' on in, have a great night folks!

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#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel velvette x reader #velvette x reader #hazbin velvette x reader

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ellsieee · 11 months ago

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Taeha really is a bit of an asshole isn't he?

He has no respect for Jiwoon, going so far as to enter his home without permission and to kiss him without explaining himself first when Jiwoon had explicitly told him he didn't want to continue their relationship.

I knew Jiwoon's resolve wouldn't last. He went back to Taeha immediately after finding out he broke off his engagement. It doesn't bother him at all that Taeha wanted to get married and have kids, and that he was willing to cheat and lie for who knows how long if Sohee hadn't called Jiwoon out. I'm worried for Jiwoon. He's telling Taeha what choosing him means, the societal pressures he will face, and Taeha says that having Jiwoon is enough, but seeing that he didn't deal with that pressure well the first time, I don't feel confident that Taeha understands what the consequences will truly be. I hope they talk about this issue a lot more off screen.

I hate that it's Jiwoon who is apologizing and kneeling. Taeha should be the one facing Sohee's wrath, groveling, and apologizing. That being said, I am glad Suk made Liuk do it because his acting was amazing and broke my heart.

That he takes on all of Sohee's blame and anger, and then pleads for Sohee to let Taeha off is too much. 😭 This whole scene was a knife to my heart. I can't live without him. Oh Jiwoon. 💔 Couldn't he have picked a better guy to love? He deserves better.

Oof. Sohee's words cutting deep. How else was she supposed to react though? I've seen comments saying she's psycho, but I actually think she's pretty normal about the whole thing. She's angry and lashing out. Who wouldn't be angry with being cheated on and dumped? Is she supposed to be nice and understanding about her fiancé breaking off their engagement? Should she be happy for Taeha and Jiwoon?

Jiwooooon. 💔 I want to give him a hug and then download tinder on his phone and find him a better guy. 😅

Arghhhh. Jiwoon protecting Taeha from knowing about how much he hurt Sohee. Why?? Taeha needs to know. I swear, the person that's going to be destroyed in this relationship is Jiwoon.

They've both said that they only need each other and are together so it's a happy ending right? Their final hug didn't make me melt though, it gave me more of an ominous feeling. It's romantic to say you only need each other, but reality is much harsher. I think it may be true for Jiwoon, but I have my doubts about Mr. I do what I want. I guess it's a happy ending for now.

I thought Suk would need a part 2 to finish Bad Guy, but I feel like this story is complete. Not completely satisfying, but complete. I wanted to see Taeha struggling with his feelings and then deciding to break up with Sohee. Also for Jiwoon and Taeha to talk about why Taeha wanted to get married in the first place, what's changed, and why Taeha will be able to make it work this time around. I think that would have provided the closure I'm looking for, and made Taeha a more likeable and sympathetic character. It would also give the audience confidence that these two can make it. As it is now, I think a lot of us want Jiwoon to find himself someone better.

If I sound like I'm hating on Bad Guy, I'm not. This was still a good series. I was engaged and excited for each new ep. I don't love Taeha because he's extremely selfish, but I found his character interesting. I love Jiwoon, my tragic lovefool. I enjoyed the exploration of a messy, imperfect, and helpless love. The acting was great too. I hope Suk hires Liuk again, he is the best actor (in a bl) Suk has hired so far. Though perhaps Suk can arrange to have Riu or Hoolim teach him how to kiss. There's room for improvement.

#i mean really #what redeeming qualities does taeha have besides being attractive?#jaemin dodged a bullet not falling for him #reaction time: bad guy #kbl #bad guy the series #bad guy #sukfilm

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geddy-leesbian · 10 months ago

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OTL you just reminded me that re gaiden is a thing and i want to play it so bad (i Have to play Every RE game like its actually my Goal atp) but i keep forgetting omg. same for darkside

i literally have darkside i NEED to lock in one day and play but like. i do love me so obscure games. re gaiden when i catch you- 🐕

honestly Gaiden sucks lmao. There's good stuff, but it's buried under so much jank. There's so many moments where I'm like "holy shit this game is awful why am I doing this to myself" and yet I couldn't get myself to stop playing. I know it will never happen, but I'd kill for a Gaiden remake to get all the good stuff in a package that isn't unbearable. I love Lucia so much and there's parts of the plot that go so hard, like Barry's fake betrayal (and Leon being so stupid that when he overhears Barry talking about selling them out to Umbrella he decides it's probably a misunderstanding and he'll ask Barry about it when they find him. Ofc it turns out Barry wasn't betraying them, but Leon had literally no reason to suspect smth like that, from his perspective Barry was indeed selling them out) and the way he holds a gun to the submarine captain's head while they surgically remove the parasite 👌

Darkside fucks hard though. Unironically my favorite RE2 retelling. But I'd recommend playing Umbrella Chronicles first, because it's much worse. Going from Darkside to UC is super disappointing, but if you go UC to Darkside then you won't feel let down.

I'm also going to recommend the DS port of RE1 for your quest to play every game. It adds a bunch of silly DS gimmick stuff, like sometimes you go into a room it triggers a mini game where it goes into first person where you attack with your knife using the touchscreen, there's also a boss fight that uses the touchscreen knife mini game, there's another mini game where you breathe into the microphone to perform CPR on Richard(? IIRC I'm p sure it's him but could be a different character lmao), it's a good time. I was able to play it on my 3DS because it's hacked and runs pirated roms, but I think there's a DS emulator for phones if you can't play it on a (3)DS for whatever reason.

I also installed a rom of Gaiden on my 3DS, but ended up quitting to play on an emulator instead because it was awful and I was going to rage quit without an infinite ammo cheat because oh my god it is extremely easy to soft lock yourself by running out of ammo. (You do have a knife you can use unlimited times, but it sucks and isn't a viable option for boss fights.) But it made it easy to take screenshots and screen recordings too so that was convenient.

#resident evil gaiden

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askhenry1987 · 11 months ago

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I was a bad girl, I did some bad things

I swear I did it all for fun and it meant nothing

It never happened, it was a secret

Like when a tree falls in the forest, no one hears it

Another late night, another crazy mood

And I didn't think twice what it would do to you

I was a wild child, you always knew it

It was a matter of time before I blew it

Thou shall not lie, thou shall not cheat

Thou shall not get caught or you'll end up just like me, oh

Karma's a bitch, I should've known better

If I had a wish, I would've never effed around

When I saw the pics of you and her, I felt the knife twist

Karma's a bitch

And she's with you right now

She is a good girl, I think she's boring (boring)

Believe me, twenty minutes later, you'll be snoring

But it still kills me that you hooked up with her (up with her)

And now the universe is giving me what I deserve (I deserve)

Thou shall not lie, thou shall not cheat (oh, whoa)

I'll write it down a thousand times and hope it sets me free, oh

Karma's a bitch, I should've known better

If I had a wish, I would've never effed around

When I saw the pics of you and her, I felt the knife twist (karma)

Karma's a bitch (oh, whoa)

And she's with you right now

karma's a bitch

(Whoa, oh, oh, oh-oh) karma's a bitch

Better be good 'cause what goes around, comes around

Karma's a bitch

And she's with you right now

And when I lay me down to sleep, it's not your body next to me

This lonely room feels so empty, just me and my regrets

And cold blue eyes look back at me, the mirror has no sympathy

My guilts become a symphony that won't let me forget, oh

Karma's a bitch, I should've known better

If I had a wish, I would've never effed around (oh, whoa)

When I saw the pics of you and her, I felt the knife twist (karma)

Karma's a bitch (karma)

And she's with you right now

Karma's a bitch

Better be good 'cause what goes around, comes around

Karma's a bitch (karma)

And she's with you right now

Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.

You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called.

You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.

A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will.

This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby.

This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.

And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears.

Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.

My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you? I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter.

I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms.

This ends for all of us.

End communication.

#((UNO REVERSE! WALL OF TEXT BE UPON YOU!!))#asks

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theodorenmyth · 1 year ago

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OKAY! Random idea, it’s like angst-fluff scenario where mattheo and reader are close friends but like Mattheo is secretly whipped for them🤬 like boy would obey them if they told him not to fight. But oddly reader has like a toxic best friend who talks loudly of something about reader. It could be like abuse, trauma or anything and it makes them shut down and not show their face around Hogwarts for a few days perhaps since it spread around like wild fire. Mattheo IS PISSED! You can end the scenario how ever you want! <3

　Whispering Shadows

Pairings : Mattheo Riddle x GN! Reader Summary : As secrets and betrayals ripple through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, you find yourself at the center of a storm. Your closest friend Mattheo Riddle, who harbors deeper feelings for you than he's ever admitted, becomes your unwavering support. When a toxic friend exposes your deepest wounds, you retreat into solitude, but Mattheo's fierce loyalty and love draw you back into the light. Amidst the turmoil, unexpected confessions blossom, revealing a love that has been quietly growing all along. Together, you navigate the whispers and shadows, finding strength in each other. A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) Warnings) : Nothing! Word count : 990+

It was a cold evening in the Slytherin common room, the usual buzz of chatter filling the air. You sat by the fireplace, the warm light flickering across your face as you laughed at something Mattheo Riddle had just said. You and Mattheo had been friends for what felt like forever, and while his reputation for being tough and a bit of a troublemaker preceded him, you knew the real Mattheo – the one who would drop anything for you, the one who secretly cared more than he let on.

The door to the common room swung open, and in walked your other best friend, Lisa. She was loud and brash, never one to filter her thoughts, which sometimes was refreshing but often exhausting. Tonight was one of those exhausting nights.

"Hey, everyone," Lisa announced, her voice cutting through the room like a knife. "Guess what I heard today!"

You looked up from your conversation with Mattheo, who instantly stiffened at her tone. There was something about the way she said it that set off alarm bells in your head.

"Oh, don't keep us in suspense," one of the other Slytherins said, half-interested.

Lisa smirked, her eyes locking onto yours. "Well, it's about Y/N here. You know that family stuff they went through last summer? Turns out, it was even worse than we thought."

Your heart sank. "Lisa, don't—"

But she didn't stop. "I mean, can you believe it? Their parents are getting divorced because their dad was cheating, and apparently, Y/N knew the whole time. I can't imagine keeping something like that a secret. No wonder they were so messed up last year."

The room fell silent. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, the weight of their pity and curiosity crushing. You wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor and never be seen again.

"Lisa, shut the fuck up," Mattheo's voice was low, dangerous. He stood up, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Oh, come on, Matty," Lisa said, rolling her eyes. "It's not like it's a secret anymore."

"Don't you fucking dare call me that. You're a real piece of work, you know that?" Mattheo took a step toward her, his anger palpable. "Y/N trusted you, and you just threw it in their face for what? A bit of gossip?"

You couldn't bear it anymore. You stood up, your vision blurring with tears, and ran out of the common room, the whispers of your classmates following you down the corridor.

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You spent the next few days avoiding everyone, hiding in the less frequented parts of Hogwarts. You skipped classes, meals, and only ventured out when you were sure no one would be around. It was too much – the stares, the whispers, the constant reminder of everything you'd been trying to forget.

On the fourth day, you were sitting in an empty classroom, staring blankly at the chalkboard, when the door creaked open. You turned to see Mattheo standing there, his expression softening when he saw you.

"Y/N," he said quietly. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

You wiped at your eyes, trying to compose yourself. "I didn't want to see anyone."

"I get that," he replied, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "But you can't hide forever."

"I can't face them, Matty," you admitted, your voice breaking. "Everyone knows now. They all look at me like I'm some kind of… victim."

"You're not a victim," he said firmly, crossing the room to sit beside you. "You're one of the strongest people I know. And if they can't see that, then screw them."

You managed a weak smile. "You always know what to say."

He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "I just tell the truth. And the truth is, you're incredible. Lisa… she doesn't know what she's talking about. She had no right to say those things."

"Why are you so good to me?" you asked, looking into his eyes. "I don't deserve it."

Mattheo took a deep breath, his gaze never wavering. "Because I care about you, Y/N. More than you know. And it kills me to see you hurting like this."

There was a vulnerability in his eyes that took you by surprise. You'd always known Mattheo was protective of you, but this was different. This was… more.

"You don't have to do this alone," he continued. "I'm here for you. Always."

You reached out, taking his hand in yours. "Thank you, Mattheo. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He squeezed your hand, a small, comforting gesture. "You don't have to find out." He wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, his arms wrapped around your body protectively.

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Word of Lisa's betrayal spread quickly, and soon enough, she found herself ostracized by most of the Slytherin house. It was a small comfort, but it helped knowing that others saw her actions for what they were.

With Mattheo by your side, you slowly started to rejoin the world. You went back to classes, meals, and even the occasional Quidditch match. The whispers didn't stop immediately, but they lessened, and eventually, people moved on to other gossip.

One evening, as you and Mattheo sat by the fireplace in the common room, he turned to you, a serious look on his face. "You know, Y/N, I've been thinking."

"About what?" you asked, curious.

"About us," he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "About how much you mean to me. And… I think it's time I told you something."

Your heart raced as you waited for him to continue.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, his eyes locked onto yours. "I've loved you for a long time. And I don't want to keep it a secret anymore."

A wave of emotions crashed over you – surprise, joy, relief. You leaned in, pressing your forehead against his. "I love you too, Mattheo. I always have."

He smiled, and for the first time in days, you felt a sense of peace. No matter what happened, you knew you had Mattheo. And that made all the difference in the world.

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andrews-lovr · 3 years ago

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Since the requests are open...Imagine reader furious with Andrew (or Peter),thinking that she was deceived by him after his ex-girlfriend posted a picture of the two together on IG, with a dubious & enigmatic caption. Much anguish, drama, reader fleeing, Andrew/Peter searching for reader... but happy ending, please! Thanks!(and sorry for some English mistake, not my first language)

Thank you for the request, I actually love this one! - little bit of angst with happy ending, fluff and swearing.

Unlike your boyfriend andrew you had a social media presence, as a super model you were obligated to post regular photos of yourself in whatever clothing brand you were modelling that day.

Money was not the only thing that it was helpful for though, you also had a wonderful and growing amount of fans who adored you, and you adored them back.

So when there was a photo of andrew and his ex girl friend circling around the web, let's just say you were quick to find out.

Your inbox was flooding with tones of messages and it felt like every time you opened your phone there was some new article posted containing that image, with something along the lines of them being back together.

It was quite an intimate photo which is really what let your stomach twist with jealousy.

Andrews abs on full display taunting over her body with his boxer shorts on, as his ex lay in a bikini underneath him on the beach together.

His hands on her hips and their faces so close together, they looked so infatuated with eachother.

And there was a caption reading: counting every second without you baby🤍

It hurt to see it, it twisted at a knife deep into your gut. Why would she post that when she knew you were together? And what does that caption even mean?

Did he promise he'd go back to her? Is she counting the days till they met again?

Of course! He was just cheating on her with you, using you as he pleases and then going back to her later.

Why wouldn't he do that? He was andrew fucking garfield, he could get any women he pleases, or as many women as he wanted. He was just using you for a bit of fun.

So when he walked out of your bathroom door, he was in for hell.

"You have something you wanna tell me andrew?" You boomed, arms crossed starring daggers at your boyfriend.

"Whats going on sweetheart? Did I forget to do the washing load again?" He stated, obviously confused with where this was coming from.

"Don't sweetheart me! I saw it, did you tell her to put the photo up? Are your trying to play fucking mind games with me?" You choked, tears pricking at your eyes.

"Hey... hey im sorry, I honestly don't know what you're on about, baby. Who's her?... and what photo?" He whispered, unsure whether to hold you or not.

"Don't do this to me andrew, I know you know what I'm talking about. It's literally everywhere right now. I just wanted atleast to hear it from you first." You said, one drop rolling down your cheek.

"Baby, im sorry. But I need more contexts, I dont understand why your so upset?" He said trying to close the space between you.

All you senses were in over drive, reaching toward the bedroom door to leave. It was to much for you.

Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest, your head pounder with every step.

You were so distraught you ran out of your house without any thinking. No shoes, nothing but your shorts and tshirt as you bounded down the streets in the middle of winter.

You kept running and running, reaching your favourite small quite park. The same park where you and andrew had your picnic dates, it was also the first time he kissed you.

Everywhere you went and would go, just reminded you of him. You lay helplessly in the soft grass, so numb that the winter chill didn't even reach you.

The tears wouldn't stop, they couldn't. The only thing running through your head was that photo, and that god damn caption. "Counting every second without you baby."

She wasn't allowed to call him baby, he was mine, right? He wasn't allowed to look at anyone else like that except you, wasn't he?

You had grown together for the past year and half. Everything felt so right and perfect, he was perfect. Now what was I meant to do? You loved him...

And just like that, there he was. Towering over your limp body.

"Baby, what are you doing to yourself you're gonna freeze?" He said, gently tugging you toward him.

His heat was unexpectedly inviting and craved. He took his coat off placing it around your shivering body.

"I saw the post." He said.

"Andy i-" you said barley getting your words out.

"I swear I had nothing to do with it. I have told you already, she wasn't right for me, we never clicked together the way we do. Why would I ever leave you, im the one always counting every second we're apart, I can't live without you y/n" he stated, snaking his arms around your bodies laying his head on yours.

You felt your sense of jealousy dissolving and started to just feel that heat and love that lulled of the man cradling you.

"You're literally an angel my love. And my ex, she's the biggest bitch out there, tomorrow I'm gonna organise a photo shoot and you and me are gonna take some sexy and intimate photos together, just for you to post on your instagram. Make her jealous, and you can make the most cheesiest caption ever i wont even bully you for it." He spoke, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"You better not, you still bully me about my cringey Christmas photo caption, which was actually funny" you laughed, embracing his touch.

"We've got 'chemist-tree' is a caption teenage girls use on Christmas. But its still very cute because your the one who came up with it. And anything that is yours is just adorable baby." He said, you both laughing.

How could you have even thought that he was cheating or using you? He was the most incredible person you knew. You hated for thinking that.

"Oof, maybe that is a bit cringey. Im sorry andrew, I got carried away, I shouldve just trusted you. Im sorry I love you." You said, both standing in the middle of the park as snow began to sprinkle the ground.

"Dont worry about it, im gonna sort this mess out tomorrow, for now I just want to hold you here with me. I love you to dove." He lulled, capturing his lips with yours.

That morning you were sent to a photographer together and boy was his ex gonna be jealous.

Hope you liked reading it, I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for the request @sincericida ! Sorry if there's any spelling mistakes or anything!!❤

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multifandomlvr · 3 years ago

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Part 4

"You know you don't have to do this with me. I can go by myself." Izuku asked got the tenth time, and Hikari assured him every time that it was okay, that she didn't have anything to do, and that she would be there for moral support.

"Izuku, if you ask me one more time, I'm going to sneak into your room in the middle of the night and steal your all-might figurine." Hikari joked. Izuku's eyes went wide as saucers.

"A-Alright! Please don't do that!" Izuku begged, and Hikari laughed, which made Izuku laugh. The pair was on their way to the café to meet Uraraka. Izuku didn't want to go alone but didn't want to ask any of his friends because he didn't know how to tell them that he and Uraraka were broken up.

Izuku hadn't realized that he and Hikari had even arrived at their destination. Hikari pulled on Izulu's sleeve, and he was brought out of his deep monologues and looked at her.

"Were here." She said. He looked up; they were.

"Wow, was I out of it the whole time?" Izukue asked. Hikari smiled and nodded her head.

"Yea, I was pulling and pushing you along. You seemed deep in thought, and I didn't want to disturb you." Hikari commented. Izuku took a deep breath, pushed the café doors open, and began scanning those inside the building, looking for Uraraka.

He soon spotted her.

"You got this; I'll be over there." Hikari pointed to a table by the window. Far away." He nodded and walked to the table, and sat down. Uraraka straightened her back and pulled her dress down a little more.

"I bought this especially for you, izu-kun," Uraraka told him. Giving off her smile that Izuku had fallen in love with, but now, he wasn't exactly sure what to feel about it.

"You know, I came here thinking that I was going to yell at you, to ask you why you did what you had done to me. But I can't. All I want to know is why. Why did you do this? To me, to us?" Izuku asked. All of his emotions were going haywire. He was angry, sad, and betrayed.

"If you weren't happy with me or how our relationship was going. Why didn't you tell me? If you had found someone who made you happier than me. I would have let you go; all I have ever wanted since I met you was for you to be happy. I was over the moon when you said yes to going out with me. I loved you in more ways than one. I thought I was a good partner and gave you everything you ever wanted." Izuku explained. He couldn't stop his mouth. When he was done, he looked at Uraraka, who had just sat there. No emotion whatsoever on her face.

"I don't know what you want me to say. I wanted to be with you for your money; I made it obvious that I was cheating on you, but you are oblivious to everything around you. I would come home smelling like another alpha, or I would purposefully leave my phone unlocked around you, But that was just the beginning. Then you started getting money. Your mother's bakery was a hit, and multiple stores worldwide were opening. I knew I had to suck it up and be with you. But then I thought! Why not get the best of both worlds? I can be with you for your money and still mess around with people." Uraraka explained. Every word out of her mouth felt like his insides were being cut with a knife.

"Now, You are a powerful alpha. I want us to forget everything that has gone down. I will stop talking to the guys I am, and we can be together again. I want to have your pups so they will grow up to be strong." Uraraka said, leaning in to hold Izuku's hand, but he pulled it away. Then he stood up.

"I am done with you; I don't want anything to do with you anymore. The lease is up on the apartment at the end of the month. I will pay for my half, and you can come up with yours. I don't care how you get it. I wish you the best in everything, and I hope you find someone who will love you for who you are because I don't know what happened, but you changed. We grew up together. We were childhood friends." Izuku said and walked away from the table towards Hikari. Uraraka watched the two of them walk out until she couldn't see them anymore.

"Oh, please… I was always like this; mark my words Izuku Midoriya. You will be mine one way or another. No one will love you like me, and you need me more than you know." She mumbled to herself. She pulled out her purse and fixed her make-up before taking her phone out and calling one of the many guys she knows to come to pick her up.

Hikari waited until they were quiet away from the café before speaking up.

"How did that go? I tried not to watch the two of you, but I wanted to be sure you were okay-"Hikari said before she was enveloped in a hug by Izuku.

"I'm sorry that this is sudden, and I should have asked you for permission before I did this, but I need a hug, and you are the closest thing to me. I might have hugged a tree if it was close enough." Izuku joked, and Hikari laughed and hugged him back.

"I don't mind. You can hug me anytime, and I'm giving you permission infinity." Hikari said softly. Izuku hugged Hikari, waiting for the tears to well up in his eyes, but he was surprised when none of them came out. Izuku let go of Hikari and held her at arm's length.

"Is there something wrong with me? Why am I not crying? "It was more of a rhetorical question than anything. But Hikari answered anyway.

"Because it's drilled into your head from the time you entered elementary school that alpha males are supposed to be strong and not show emotion. But it's okay to cry; I won't make fun of you." Hikari said, patting him on the head. She gave him a warm smile before Izuku pulled her back into a hug.

At that moment, Izuku's vision became blurry, and his cheeks were wet.

"Thank you," Izuku said, sniffling in the process.

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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hot wheels | natasha romanoff x reader

explicit, 5,2k words, f/f. meet-ugly but still very much wholesome. we love a girlboss. natasha catches some random woman keying her brand new car but decides to be the better person for once and hear the woman out. turns out, being the better person can even get one laid! warnings: singular use of the d-slur, references to an abusive ex, lesbian sex.

[no y/n, no "you", nickname only, no reader description - race/age/body type neutral, she/her pronouns]

Natasha gave the tall, lanky boy an unimpressed look as she side-stepped the arguing couple to avoid colliding with the annoyed, teary-eyed woman the boy was groveling to. It was nearing rush hour and there was shopping to be done before the heavy NYC traffic could steer her already busy schedule down into an unmanageable chaos.

"But, Foxy, you know I didn't mean it! I love you, more than anything!"

The items on the spy's list were checked off methodically, item after item landing in the cart with a quiet thud as the redhead maneuvered through the isles with tactical precision. The usual afternoon crowd began to fill the store, taking up the so-needed breathing space; Natasha's shopping trip wasn't a moment of leisure and with her neverending to-do list full, she hurried to the self-check-out register, flying through the motions mindlessly.

Scan, place, beep, boop, pay, load up the bags, make way to the car, load up and pedal to the metal.

Scratch that. No, scratch - Natasha's eyes bulged as she neared her shiny, brand new Charger, seeing the obvious defects even from a mile away: the paint, previously cherry red and gleaming in the sun, ruined by a series of thin, gray lines, standing out unpleasantly on the otherwise pristine vehicle.

And the culprit, who's tuft of hair peeked over the hood of the car on the other side of the Charger, almost fully hidden between her car and the large Chevrolet in the next parking spot over.

Natasha's fingers clenched around the handle of the cart as she fought the urge to reach for her knife safely holstered under her leather jacket. "Excuse me?" Tone quiet and deadly, the spy prepared herself to fight or at least slightly shake up the hooligan.

The figure froze, vaguely familiar clothing and a puffy, tear-stained face slowly rising from behind Natasha's car. "In my defense, he deserves it," the girl - Foxy - the one that was arguing in front of the store earlier, declared through a stream of angry tears. "Call the cops if you want, I don't care." It was unclear if the girl recognised her, the Black Widow, as she made no move to run for the hills, just pathetically sniffled, pocketing the keys she used to scratch Natasha's car.

"That's my car," The spy responded flatly, a great deal of amusement crawling into her face as Foxy's eyes bulged, jaw fell slack, horror plain and evident overshadowing the waterworks. Natasha quickly pieced two and two together but patiently waited for the initial shock to subside before popping a question. "A word of advice, if I may?"

Foxy nodded, dumbfounded, frantically scrambling for the contents of her pockets, searching for something with the agility of a panicking cat, more than half of the contents spilling out onto the ground.

Natasha unlocked the car, popping the trunk and loading in her bags as she raised her voice to be heard over the noise of a busy parking lot. "Don't mess with the paint, the insurance will cover it. Slash three tires - not four - or take a swing at the front bumper and the headlights," the trunk slid shut with a quiet click as the spy inspected the damages close-up. Her Charger looked like it was attacked by a pack of aggressive, feral cats with nails of steel. "And always check the number plates before committing acts of vandalism to make sure you're enacting revenge on the right person." The last part was said with a smirk.

As the spy stepped closer to Foxy, she noted the excessive puffiness of her cheeks and the shaking fingers that held a checkbook and a pen. The woman looked torn between terrified and apologetic, worrying her lip between her teeth. "I'm so, so sorry. Todd just got his new car, it's identical to yours and I didn't get the chance to memorize the number plate yet," the offending man's name was said with a pitiful growl. "How much?" She weakly motioned to the ruined bodywork.

"What'd he do?" Natasha didn't resist her curiousity, leaning against the driver's side door and sizing up the other woman. She was pretty, well-dressed and reasonably wealthy on the first sight. "Yeah, he looked like a Todd," The quip slipped from the redhead's lips as she remembered the man from earlier. Foxy looked way too good to be wasting her time on someone who looked like an adolescent that hadn't outgrown his skater boy phase.

Foxy chuckled shyly at Natasha's remark, smoothing a hand over her face. "Lord, where do I even begin..." The sigh was loud and long. "He lived in my apartment rent-free, made me give up my cat by lying about his allergies, went through nine low-wage jobs in two years, did nothing but play video games in his free time and developed a pot addiction, thus spending all his money on it," she began steadily but her tone grew in pitch with every added offence as Natasha's eyebrows climbed higher and higher. "My last straw was when he took out a loan he couldn't pay off to buy his brand new cool car," the words were spat out with venom. "I threw him out last Saturday. He's been following me around all the time," Foxy continued, growing dark in the face. "And then I found out he had been cheating on me for I don't know how long. I just... I just lost it," she finished pathetically, all but crumbling into a pile of human misery.

Natasha's face had frozen into mute disbelief somewhere around the first half of the story, repulsion and astonishment mixing into a flurry of quiet rage on the random woman's behalf. Menfolk were bizarre animals, and as much as the spy felt herself annoyed by her roommates at the tower, she couldn't help but feel relieved that the men surrounding her were far from douchebags of the casual variety. This Todd, however, was no amateur, and had done Foxy really, really dirty.

The redhead made up her mind rather quickly. "That's a lot to unpack," she carefully studied the micro-expressions on the other woman's face. "I have a couple of nice bottles of wine at my place and nobody to share them with. Care for a glass?"

Foxy's eyes widened once more. "I don't- I don't want to take up your time, I mean, I'm sure you've got more important shit to do, like save the world and y'know..." The stammering was followed by a shy look to the side.

So, Foxy had recognised her. And she didn't go running the other way like most people that encountered her in disadvantageous situations did. "I actually don't, I was just getting my shopping done for a lack of better things to do," Natasha lied seamlessly, motioning to the other side of the car. "Hop in." Mission reports and Barton's pizza date could wait.

The woman made quick way around, buckling into the seat in seconds, right before Natasha peeled off from the parking lot towards the Avengers tower at breathtaking speeds. The car was a gift from Tony - one of the rare things he managed to get right - and an absolute pleasure to drive.

"What's your name?" The redhead asked, juggling the steering and her smartphone effortlessly.

The woman rattled of her first and last name on between attempts to fix her runny make-up and wipe the dried snot and tears off her face. "Foxy is a nickname my gramps gave me, said I used to excessively play with fox pelts in the attic when I was a kid," the woman added with a snort, totally oblivious to Natasha's eyebrow raise as the spy read the information on her in-between overtaking slower cars.

Good student, good family life, stable income and good career growth in a prospective sector. What did Foxy even find in a guy like Todd? The most important information, however, was also most pleasing. No ties to any kind of intelligence gathering organizations.

As Natasha parked and popped the trunk once more, the other woman offered a hand with her shopping bags. Friday acknowledged the newcomer, startling her, causing Natasha to roll her eyes and mention, loudly, that if Tony decided to pay them a surprise visit, he may end up castrated or shot on sight, much to Foxy's bashful snickering.

Once the shopping was put away and the wine opened, the spy let herself curl up on the couch opposite the woman who studied her Spartan style apartment with curios eyes. The lack of knick knacks must've been a surprise for her: Natasha's apartment looked bare compared to what she'd seen in other's people's homes but the desire to make the environment more cozy had never been strong enough to actually act upon it. She wasn't used to staying in a place for very long.

"Do you still want to get back at the bastard?" The redhead asked once the first bottle was coming to an end. The alcohol was sitting low, pleasantly warm in their bellies and the food that they'd ordered in the middle of a casual chit-chat lulled them into a state of comfortable stupor.

"I want to gouge his eyes out and wear them as a battle trophy," Foxy was slightly slurring her words, much more affected by the wine than the stoic, experienced agent. "But I guess I can settle for petty crime or arson."

"I'm sensing you didn't tell me the whole list of grievances," true to her words, the spy felt as it there was a possibility quite a few things were being left unsaid.

Foxy sighed once again, placing the empty glass on the table and using her palm to prop her flushed face against it, blankly staring off into the far end of the room. "I came out as bisexual last year and he was giving me so much shit for it. Todd kept pushing for a threesome and when I refused, started accusing me of cheating during our fights, called me a whore a couple of times," the more she spoke, the higher Natasha's anger levels rose.

Not only was a Todd a dick, he was an abusive one. Truly, the grand prize of Asshat Lottery. "I have an idea or three," the spy twirled the remaining red liquid in her glass before downing it. "But it'll have to stay between us two."

"I'm listening," Foxy turned to meet Natasha's face, eyes considerably more alert than seconds before.

A few days past their amicable wine-and-revenge get-together, Natasha's doorbell rang as if she wasn't already had been made aware by Friday that a visitor was coming up to see her. Boxes of hair bleach and dye laid stacked on the living room table, surrounded by jewelry and assorted accessories. A pitcher of fresh sangria topped the ensemble, two clean glasses placed neatly on the tray next to it.

"Hi, Nat," Foxy's smile was a mile wide - a far cry from the sniffling sad sack of a woman the spy had first met. The nickname flowed freely from the woman's lips, as calm as Natasha's own answering grin and greeting. "I gots the stuff," waving her purse about, the woman kicked off her shoes by the door, approaching Natasha with the same smile that seemed to be more effective at lightening up the room than Tony's expensive designer lamps.

As Natasha's plan achieved a solid state, the two women had quickly come to a realization that Natasha was far too recognizable with her signature red hair and over a flurry of text messages, the decision to switch to a warm caramel blonde was made unanimously. Foxy had rebuked any and all Natasha's attempts to affirm she'd be able to do it herself and the spy gave into the other's chiding, relenting to have her hair dyed by a person who at least had a possibility of seeing the back of her head without having to perform acrobatic tricks.

Foxy was an easygoing, non-problematic person. She was fun to have around, quiet but witty, with intelligent eyes and a realistic view on the world. It was something Natasha valued, alongside the lack of probing questions regarding her past or her job - her insides clenched uncomfortably at the thought of having to lie about those things, or even worse, having to admit to the wrongdoings in her past, however Foxy carefully steered away from topics that were sensitive and never gave Natasha as much as a side-eye if the spy appeared to lack some minor detail that normal women her age all seemed to be aware of.

The curiosity had her ready to burst. Nat's natural defense mechanisms were quite confused, not sure what to make of the woman who almost too friendly to be true, but the kindness in her eyes and the sometimes shy, awestruck looks she gave Natasha when she thought the redhead wasn't looking made up for it in spades.

"What do you think?" The noise of the hair dryer finally ceased, Foxy's voice echoing in Natasha's luxuriously large bathroom.

The newly-blonde spy studied her reflection with a tilt to her head. The ombre was a nice touch - her own hair was naturally darker than the caramel and honey blonde she had chosen, so the almost-brown shading at her roots took much away from the contrast between her lighter hair and darker brows. It was just another disguise for the spy, but somehow, this one felt more like home than any of the previous faces she had worn.

"I like it, you were right about the ombre," Natasha voiced her thoughts, eyes sliding over to the smiling woman behind her, feeling the corners of her mouth begin to creep upwards in involuntary response.

"You looked good with red hair, don't misunderstand me," Foxy briefly raised her hands. "But you have a light complexion and lighter colors do wonders for bringing out the youthfulness. Even if we don't have much joy these days, a good hair color is an opportunity to showcase the bit," she briefly touched her own hair in an exaggerated attempt at driving her point home.

The fun part was done, the time came to execute the revenge. It wasn't exactly anything special; rather, the plan was quite simple - let Todd make a fool out of himself in front of his friends and perhaps (a slightly, teensy possibility) get himself arrested. The two women took their time to get dolled up, not too much - but rather, adding just that little bit to themselves to easily attract moderate amounts of attention from men.

The bar was busy, noisy and full of people when the two women stepped through the door. Natasha's eyes scanned the room out of habit, easily spotting the tall, lanky Todd in the far end of the bar, laughing and boozing with equally pathetic-looking man-children. The urge to gag was almost irresistible.

The spy let herself to be led to the bar by Foxy who looked mildly uncomfortable. Natasha was sure that if she was to touch the other woman's face, it would be flaming under the circumstances. "Try to relax a little, I won't bite," with a quip to her companion, Nat ordered them a vodka cranberry each, sitting down with her back to the men. "Tell me when he notices us and starts moving this way."

Foxy nodded minutely, clutching her drink for dear life and taking generous sips to calm herself down and relax like the spy had requested. They talked about everything and nothing in between, Natasha's hand on Foxy's knee crawling closer to her hip as minutes passed by without interruption. Loud noises of men playing darts and drunkenly cheering reached the womens earshot every now and then, causing Foxy to throw increasingly infuriated glances towards her ex-boyfriend and the Black Widow's current victim of choice.

Sitting opposite the perfectly composed, smiling woman, it was clear as day she was, indeed, best of the best. Despite knowing Foxy for only a few days, Natasha managed to pull off a very convincing girlfriend: her body language was nothing short of absolutely besotted and the googly eyes the spy was making had Foxy constantly remind herself that it was only for show. There was no way this gorgeous, incredible human would be interested in someone as plain and ordinary as herself.

"Heads up," Foxy's smile suddenly grew a mile wide as she stared directly at Natasha, eyes alight with fury at the scene about to unfold. Natasha's reply was to briefly tighten the grasp on the other's leg in silent support.

"Hey, baby," Todd was drunk enough for the stench of his breath to reach both women. "Oh, I see you're with a friend," his attempt at flirting only made Natasha scrunch up her face like a cat that accidentally smelled a lemon.

"Leave me alone," Foxy stated firmly, knowing the phrase wouldn't do anything to deter her overzealous ex, but this time - she counted on it.

"It's okay, I can share," the slurred words had a couple of people nearby raise their eyebrows at the audacity.

"I'm not interested," Foxy snapped. "In fact, there is absolutely nothing your freeloading, cheating ass can bring to my table."

The woman radiated satisfaction as gasps sounded out around them; Todd was a regular at this bar and most people there knew him in one way or another. The moment of joy, however, was brief.

"Listen, bitch, you have no business talking to me like that," full of drunken bravado, the man spat angrily, taking unsteady steps closer to Foxy. "What you need is a decent man that can handle your outbursts, not some dyke..." before he could even utter another offensive syllable, Natasha had his wildly gesturing arm twisted painfully behind his back, easily forcing the inebriated man to his knees.

"Wanna try that again, champ?" Sarcasm flowed freely from the spy's lips as the patrons in the bar gasped. The civilian clothing and the new hair color might have been an effective short-term disguise but once the crowd had seen her neat little party trick and had taken a good look at her face, nobody was doubting her identity. "Call the cops, will you?" She addressed the shocked bartender who immediately scrambled to obey.

"I didn't do anything!" Todd cried out, eyes drunkenly darting between the Black Widow's quiet rage and Foxy's grim stone face.

"Huh, that's weird. Because I clearly heard and saw an attempted hate crime," Natasha's voice attained a sardonic tint. "And I have a bar full of witnesses," the spy shrugged, letting go of his arm but keeping a boot firmly planted on his back to prevent him from escaping. "I hope you have a lawyer."

Foxy snorted, reaching for her unfinished second drink. "Tough luck."

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Todd's friends inching closer to the exit door second by second, as if they could stand a chance against a professionally trained secret agent. Luckily for them, Natasha wasn't interested in the remainder of Todd's gang of losers and merely raised an eyebrow when the other men reached the door, a tiny smirk appearing when his pleading eyes didn't cause any reaction in his friends, the spineless worms, hopping out of the door without as much as a goodbye to the man laying face-down on the dirty floor.

As soon as the police arrived, awestruck by one of the NYC's most famous superheroes just casually standing in a bar, they eagerly collected the inebriated offender, briskly escorting Todd to the squad car. The bartender and several other patrons confirmed Natasha's words that an attempted hate crime had taken place. Cops were in and out in less than fifteen minutes and the otherwise-pleasant hole-in-the-wall bar returned to its usual evening bustle.

"Celebratory shots?" Natasha laughed as Foxy exhaled, deep and slow, once her racing heart calmed down.

"My treat," the other woman motioned for the bartender and soon, a line of colorful glasses appeared in front of the women. Each downed a glass easily, slamming it back on the table. "Man, this is everything I never knew I needed," Foxy confessed with a shy smile. "Thanks, Nat. You're the best."

The spy responded with a satisfied smile, picking up another glass and holding it out for a toast. "To revenge well-deserved," the glass clicked, alcohol slid easily down their throats. "So, what now?"

Foxy's eyes shone in the bright lights of the bar, relieved and tipsy. The small empty glass twirled easily between her fingers. "Dunno," the shrug came and went. "Maybe go on vacation. To Florida."

Natasha let out a belly laugh, downing her last shot without as much as a stutter in her movements, Foxy's eyes lingering on the stray drops of alcohol running from the spy's plump lips. "A vacation with the crackheads? Romantic," the quip was received with an eyeroll from the other woman.

"Spoilsport," Foxy, too, finished her booze and placed the money and a hefty tip on the bar, tapping twice to get the bartender's attention. "I meant more like - lay on the beach, sip mimosas, look at sexy people in swimsuits..."

"Florida is for old people," Natasha objected, pulling her leather jacket back on and leading them both outside. The evening air was crisp, bringing a clearer head and re-arranging the thoughts back into a more sensible state.

Foxy easily picked up her pace to match Natasha's precise strides leading them in the direction of the former's building. The warm buzz of vodka coupled with the fresh air and her desire for retribution well-fed, Foxy settled into a comfortable silence next to the spy. They reached the building quickly, their pace brisk and distractions lacking.

"Care for a nightcap?" She didn't know what prompted her to blurt out the words; as soon as the words registered in her brain, they were already out and Foxy's face heated, fingers fumbling for the keys in her pocket, Natasha's touch still warm and lingering on the side of her leg.

The spy seemed amused, studying Foxy's nervous habits with a crooked smirk. "Sure," she agreed amicably, following the woman into the apartment building, not missing both the rigidity of her back and the added spring to her step.

A moderately sized, well-decorated apartment revealed itself behind the open door, scarcely illuminated by the NYC lights coming in from a glass wall in the living room, reflecting the vast living space furnished with a large couch.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Natasha turned around, stepping into the other woman's personal space with the grace of a predator. Two shining eyes stared back at her in the darkness, framed by fluttering lashes. Foxy's bottom lip disappeared behind her teeth, skin gleaming with perspiration.

The recently-turned blonde spy wasted no time caging the other woman between her body and the door, chests almost touching. The air around them was charged, Foxy's heart thudding loudly in her chest as she gulped. Natasha studied her expression, "You want this?" she whispered against her lips, sharing the oxygen between them.

"Ye-yeah," a short nod and a gasp later, the women were devouring each other, grasping at their hands and shoulders like they were drowning. Hot and wet and sharp from the booze, the kisses were as graceless as their fingers haste in removing each other's top layers of clothing.

The sharp corner of the living room archway dug painfully into Foxy's back, bringing an additional sense of awareness: this was real. This was happening. Natasha's blonde locks flowed through Foxy's fingers, soft and silky, a contrast to the teeth pulling on her lip in impatient hunger. Foxy grunted in response, parting from the other woman to send her t-shirt flying somewhere in the direction of the kitchen.

"Bedroom," mere minutes in and she already sounded utterly and throughly ruined.

"Couch," Natasha was equally feverish to get to the good parts. Her belt was unbuckled and the nice button-up she'd worn hung open, a plain white bra iriscendent on her alabaster skin.

Letting herself be led to the couch, Foxy could barely take her eyes off the woman in front of her, making sure she wasn't ogling Natasha outright yet secretly hoping to be caught anyway. The blonde was like a porcelain doll, unreal, firm and soft at the same time.

The moment Foxy gracelessly landed on the couch, Natasha was all up in her space, straddling the other woman with the grace of a savage cat; lips once more attached to her flesh, Natasha left a trail of hot, wet marks starting at the jawline and ending at the cups of Foxy's bra.

Not knowing what to do with her hands, Foxy grasped Natasha's hips, unable to hold back a moan heavy with lust as the spy ground down with her hips. It was exhilarating to see the other woman affected by their heavy make-out session; nothing short of absolutely smitten to see Natasha pull back, panting and disheveled, to shed her shirt and her bra.

Unable to resist the urge, Foxy's hands reached out to cup the spy's round breasts, tugging her closer to pop a rosy nipple into her mouth. Natasha shivered, arching into the caress, holding onto the other woman's hair and tugging it in the direction only she knew.

Natasha wasn't loud, she wasn't wild; her moans were more like muted gasps but her body spoke for her louder than any words: the grinding was getting more impatient, Natasha's hold grew stronger. As Foxy fumbled for the button of Nat's pants, she felt the soft, delicate lace underneath. Natasha had come prepared.

"Hold on," the spy mumbled, hopping off Foxy's lap to quickly push her pants and panties down her legs with practiced ease. The other woman followed suit, leaving herself to be bare besides her underwear, the attempt to remove them intercepted by Natasha. "Let me," quiet words tickled the skin of her throat where Nat had immediately attached her mouth.

Foxy scrambled to intake the oxygen she needed, letting herself feel the hot glide fully, having lost herself in pleasure, missing the exact moment Nat's fingertips breached the waistband of her panties. Soft and nimble, so different to a man's roughened skin, the sensation was as strange as it was sweet. The urge to arch and rock her hips against the nearest surface intensified and Foxy could only keen, quiet and high, causing Natasha to chuckle to herself.

"Enjoying yourself, sweet girl?" The miniscule trace of coyness seeped into the blonde's voice. The engorged, puffy, moist flesh of Foxy's lower lips parted eagerly to Natasha's experimental dip.

"Yeah, yes," the woman slid down, spreading her legs in invitation. "Please, touch me," begging to be filled in all the empty spaces, Foxy threw her head to rest against the back of the couch, watching Nat through unfocused eyes.

"Oh, I will," the spy purred, sliding lower to put her face next to Foxy's dripping cunt. The spy's fingers glistened with arousal and she popped them into her mouth, licking them clean before doing the same to her lover's swollen folds. The response was instantaneous and loud, Foxy shook under Natasha's expert teasing. "Stay still," she ordered quietly, patting Foxy's belly.

Molten, honeyed waves of bliss overtook common sense and awareness, tiny sparks shooting up Foxy's cunt every time Natasha suckled at her clit. The spy read her body like an open book, following the movements of her hips with her mouth, always a step ahead and slightly south. Foxy's peak was imminent, approaching rapidly, as Natasha's sweet merciless assault wrung every single drop of the thick, precious liquid out of her cunt.

It only seemed to gush more, the woman pushing her cunt into Natasha's face as the latter doubled down on her efforts to bring her to ecstasy.

The waves began deep in the pit of Foxy's stomach, making her legs tremble, her toes curl and the flutters of her cunt increase in speed and intensity. Silky soft and typhoon wet, her orgasm crashed her mind into million pieces and Nat dutifully extracted everything until the last drop with the skillful touch of her tongue and fingers.

"Tash," Foxy moaned. Her legs quivered at the slightest touch to her oversensitive cunt.

"Mhm," was the blonde's reply, contented humming getting closer and closer until the womens lips met once more in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Foxy's hands immediately sought purchase on Natasha's hips, searching for the spots that would make the spy's body song in the same way she'd done to Foxy; seemingly much more reserved, quiet but happy sighs broke past Nat's lips in response to gentle hands stroking where she was most sensitive.

"I've got a vibe in my bedroom," clarity finally broke through the orgasm haze, Foxy's brain slowly coming back to reality.

"No, I want your fingers," Natasha's reply was assertive as she moved her hips in tandem with Foxy's hand, dripping the sweetness of her around all over.

The urge to pop the fingers into her mouth was strong, so Foxy did just that, moaning at the tangy taste, Natasha's breath quietly stuttering at the sight in front of her.

"I want to eat you out," the words barely had left Foxy's mouth as Natasha flipped them so she was the one laying on the couch, spread-eagled and open for the other woman's eager mouth to explore. Wet, sloppy and so, so tender, Foxy let herself taste the arousal of her lover.

"Yeah," so soft, one could easily miss it, the approval didn't get lost in the headrush nonetheless. With grace, Foxy sought the spots that would force Natasha to break her silence with slow, broad motions until the blonde had no choice but to arch her hips into the sensations, chasing her pleasure, losing the aura of restraint she'd so carefully cultivated.

No time for self-control. The temperatures were climbing steadily with every single movement, both lost in their imperfect shared rhythm, the soft of Foxy's tongue and fingers like finest silks on Natasha's eager cunt. Two fingers slipped in without resistance, immediately seeking out the soft, spongy spot that made the blonde's toes curl and mouth open in a silent scream.

Foxy's free hand groped around for Natasha's ass hastily, bringing her hips closer to her mouth, tongue never ceasing its assault on the blonde's clit as her body grew more rigid, fingertips going white with the force she was gripping the comforter.

"Gospodi bozhe," came the mumble, the only warning before Natasha's powerful thighs locked Foxy in place as the blonde rode out her orgasm, violently shivering, dousing the other woman's face in her sweet release. Dutifully, Foxy stroked the silk of Natasha's skin everywhere she could reach, her hot breath on the blonde's pussy easing her back to Earth through the aftershocks.

Natasha's eyes opened, feeling her lover's look of adoration, and she cracked a reluctant but genuine smile. There was something about Foxy that was just so-

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kursed-curtain · 3 years ago

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Endless Possibilities

First entry here, previous one here!

I dunno if I should tag @goddessoftechnology in this but technically this was their idea so~ deserves all the credit I can give!

Also, fair warning, a bit of these fics includes minor mentions of blood and self-harm (? Maybe?) so tread with caution.

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"Your plate is already in front of you. All you have to do is set the table based on where you assume the silverware goes."

No.1 stepped back, letting Graham look over the cutlery. Today's lesson was on formal table setting. Completely different from how dinner is set up at home, No.1 made sure to inform. He didn't mean to undermine, however No.1's head was occupied by doubts and worry. He knew training a new king from the ground up would be hard work, but he underestimated how much 'hard' would play a part.

Graham squinted at the pile of tupperware, then grabbed the butter knife and inspected it.

"Remember that there is no pressure to get it all right, this is simply a pretest to help me understand what you know." No.1 reminded him.

Graham blankly glanced at No.1, then started placing the utensils. His eyes looked glazed over, presumably lost in thought. He finished in only a few minutes.

No.1 looked over his shoulder. "You're confident in your choices already? Alright, let me check your answers."

As No.1 mentally checked off each bit of silverware, his eyes grew wider and wider, till his checking came to a halt. Thankfully the helmet obscured his face, because he looked utterly dumbfounded. Every placement was correct, even down to the most measly fork. No.1 stifled a bewildered chuckle. "Your Majesty, either you have quite the luck with guessing, or you genuinely know your table setting."

Graham gave a sheepish grin. "Oh, I just got… did a little bit of late-night studying."

"Well then, I'm impressed. That studying paid off."

No.1 picked up the large spoon on the far right. What else did Graham know? "Alright then, what would this be called?"

Graham paused, then spouted, "That's the soup spoon."

No.1 nodded. "And… which fork would you use first?"

Picking up the fork to his far left, Graham explained, "You'd use the fork furthest from the plate, so in this case it's the salad fork."

"Correct again! Why, I don't think I need to teach you about place setting. You're already on your way to becoming quite the noble."

Graham kicked his feet, beaming. Not the most kingly of responses, however Graham deserved it. After all, with how Graham had put everything to heart, that studying must have been tiring.

_+_

They left the dining room and ended the lesson early. No.1 needed to write up a new lesson plan anyways, so Graham got his first bit of extra free time. Graham took out the pendant and rubbed the gem with his thumb. It really was brimming with unending knowledge. Filled with a new vigour from his success, he wondered just what else the amulet could do. Maybe he could finally knock out those unfinished addendums.

He passed by a window that led out to the training grounds. The idea sparked in his head - he could try wielding a sword again, maybe this time he wouldn't get pinned down and give up like yesterday.

He picked up a training sword and waited for instructions.

"When holding a sword, grip the handle with your dominant hand and place it just below the hilt."

Of course, of course. He adjusted his positioning as such.

The sound of clanking boots approached from behind him. Graham didn't need to turn around to know it was No.2 - the amulet told him so.

"Good afternoon, sire. Say, aren't you supposed to be doing a lesson with No.1?"

Graham smiled, "He called it off early, so now I have the time to practice sword fighting!"

No.2 hummed, intrigued. "'Called it off early,' huh? Strange, he doesn't usually do that. I'll have to talk to him about that later," he muttered.

Graham's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't have No.2 finding out about his amulet - that he cheated. He stayed silent, though, to avoid suspicion. No.2 perked up. "Hey, you said you were practicing sword fighting. Care for a sparring match?"

Graham eagerly nodded. The two moved into their positions. Graham received a ping in the back of his mind.

"Your foot is off, you should shift it slightly inwards." Graham corrected.

"You should not correct your opponent, as you do not want them to overshadow you."

A bit late for that reminder. No.2 tilted his head. "Shouldn't I be the one correcting you?" He quipped. Despite his doubts, No.2 still adjusted his form.

Graham glanced down at the glowing blue of the pendant, waiting for instructions.

"Would you like to switch to autopilot?"

Autopilot, huh? Well, he wasn't confident enough in his moves. Maybe he could watch the amulet's technique, adjust his own strategy as such. Graham nodded.

No.2 must have seen Graham's nod as an indicator of readiness, because No.2 rushed in before Graham could look back up again. Graham reflexively closed his eyes, but the sword never came to contact. Graham opened his eyes to see that his own sword had blocked No.2's. No.2 chuckled, amused by Graham's skill. He's been practicing, alright.

They clashed, flying about the battlefield as if in a dance. Graham never could have moved with this level of confidence, of complete and utter focus before. The library did absolute wonders, and the amulet had an inhumanly fast reaction time. Graham swore he saw No.2's shock as Graham sensed him sneaking up from behind.

Then Graham noticed how he was starting to falter. Grip on his sword turning loose and shaky again.

"Returning control to user…"

Graham stopped in the middle of the field, disoriented. No.2 rushed at him, knocking Graham's sword out of his hand and juggling it into No.2's. Easy win.

No.2 put out his hand. "You lasted longer than usual. I think that deserves at least some recognition. Good job, lad."

Graham shook No.2's hand, though still rattled by what just happened. No.2 waved to him, returning back to work, leaving Graham to sit on the steps and interrogate the amulet.

"Why did I get back control before the fight was over? I wasn't… don't you know I'm not good with swords?"

"In order to maintain a safe connection to the Library, the Amulet must be refueled at recurring intervals."

Wait, refueled? Refueled with what?

"Please cut a vein and place the tip of the pendant into the blood. Only a small amount is needed."

Blood… his blood. Gross, but if that's what it took to keep his new knowledge and confidence, Graham could spare just a little.

He took the pendant and ran the side of it along his finger. Like a blade, it sliced with ease. Blood seeped out of the wound, and Graham noticed how the pendant seemed to suck it up, absorbing it into the gem. It glowed bright blue once more.

"Would you like to continue your sword fighting practice?"

Graham shook his head. No, he had other plans. He wanted to see what else this amulet was capable of. What else could he do? Or perhaps, what couldn't he do?

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missymurphy1985 · 4 years ago

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The Return

It's been 2 years since you were last in Dublin. 2 years since you up and left without warning, saying goodbye to your life there and restarting somewhere completely new. Sometimes, you have to go backwards in order to move forwards.

Requested by @noctvrnalmoth I hope you like it!

*Featuring Jim from the Delinquent Season*

Stepping off the train into the platform, you sighed. It all looked the same, and yet so different. Pulling the buggy open, you gently strapped your sleeping son in and made your way to the taxi rank, your suitcase trailing behind you. A kind lady helped you with your bags and waited with you for an available taxi.

"You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders there, are you okay?" She sat next to you on the bench as your son murmured adorably in his sleep. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry..."

"No don't be sorry.. just been a long time since I came back here is all. Few loose ends to tie up." You glanced at your son's sleepy features as his eyes started to open. Beautiful, ocean blue eyes alongside his dark hair, growing more every day... The memories of that night flooding back before you took a large gulp of water from the bottle in your bag, forcing them back down. You'd done so well... 2 years and you'd built a new life in London. New friends, amazing new job allowing you to put that degree in marketing to good use - you were finally making a complete fresh start. But the secrets you had buried deep inside kept coming to the surface the more your son grew. He deserved to know his roots, who his father was, you knew that, but you couldn't do it.

Choking a tear back, you thanked the kind lady for helping you as a taxi pulled up and she helped you to get in.

Pulling up outside your cousin Natalie's townhouse in the city centre, she was waiting for you at the gate to help with Jackson and your bags. Grinning from ear to ear she pulled you in for a huge hug once you'd got inside and settled on her couch as Jackson sat in this new lady's lap tugging at her earrings.

"I can't believe I'm only just meeting him y/n.. he's the image of you!!" She kissed his cheek, bringing him up to look at him properly for the first time not over Skype.

"I never see it, I just see.... I just see him I guess..." You mind wandered to the man you actually saw, but you didn't let it slip.

"Those EYES!!! So blue and vibrant, just beautiful!" Natalie was swooning now, she'd never seen eyes that blue on a baby. Your eyes were brown, so he clearly inherited them from his father, although you had never revealed his identity - just a drunken one night stand and he wasn't involved. You weren't lying, technically...

After catching up properly, Natalie told you she'd planned a few people coming over to welcome you back that evening - nothing major, just a few friends from years ago that were keen to see you after so long away.

"Oh.. yes, that would be nice... Um, who's coming?"

"Well I think David and Amanda, possibly Caroline.. I think Liam is asking Jim too but I'm not sure if he's up for it - he's been through a tough time lately.." you caught a gasp in your throat at the sound of his name. Last you heard, through Natalie, he and Danielle were going through a rough patch. Cheating accusations on both sides, they'd agreed to a trial separation. "Apparently she isn't as broken hearted as once thought - already shacked up with someone new, fancy house on the coast, new Jag on the driveway, she's doing quite well for herself!" Your chin began to wobble, not unnoticed by Natalie, who placed Jackson in his bouncer on the floor and moved to place a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm fine Nat, honestly I'm good. It was a long time ago, things have changed. I'm not that silly little girl with a crush anymore..." Natalie looked into your eyes. Nothing ever got past her.

"Y/n.. when I said I'd never seen eyes that blue, I meant on a baby. Only one person I know has eyes like that, and I think you know too. Tell me the truth, please?" You were frozen, until tears escaped and you couldn't stop them. Jackson looked to see his mum crying and began crying too. Scooping him up, you held him close.

"It happened once... Just once Nat... And he doesn't know and he doesn't need to know, let's just leave it there, yeah?"

"What?? This is Jim's son? I was almost kidding y/n... How could you keep this from him for 2 years??" She was stood up now in complete shock. Jim wasn't just her friend, he was her husband's brother - this made things even more intense. The atmosphere could be cut with a knife.

"Please Nat... This wasn't easy okay? I was 21, I slept with a married man, and I got pregnant... Then mum died.. I had to go back to London to sort out the funeral and the will... I didn't want to be seen as the homewrecker that got herself knocked up..."

"And what about Jackson? Doesn't he deserve to know his father?"

"Of course... And he would.. when I was ready Nat. And I'm not ready..."

"Not ready for what?" Liam, Natalie's husband was stood in the doorway, as you heard the front door close. Now standing next to him was the man you were desperately trying to avoid... Jim stood behind him, eyes wide at the sight of you with a baby in your arms.

"Baby, we need to go pick up that delivery from the post office, remember the one we missed last week?" Natalie pulled a confused Liam out of the room, leaving his brother and you alone.

"Y/n... Hey.. um.. how are you?" You tried to smile in response but your heart was pounding in your chest, you could barely breathe.

"I.. yeah.. um, yeah I'm okay.." you glanced down at his hand.. the wedding ring was gone. "I'm sorry to hear about you and Olivia..."

"Probably for the best eh... We weren't exactly getting along, just stayed together for the kids I think. They're older now though, they're fine. Y/n.. where did you go? Why did you go?"

"My mum was ill... She'd had a stroke and they couldn't save her, I had to go... I just stayed.. and things happened.."

"You had a baby..." He looked at the little boy in your arms, feeling extremely nervous now. "He must be just over a year old, right?" You nodded.

"13 months.."

"And we... We had sex y/n.. the day before you left..." His own breath was faltering now as the dates in his mind started to catch up. Again, you nodded, tears rolling down your cheeks. The realisation of what was happening dawned on Jim. He started to back away, before shaking his head and storming out of the house, the door slamming behind him making you and your son jump.

Your sobs came out in full force now, Liam and Natalie coming back into the room. Liam took Jackson into the kitchen to find him something to eat as Natalie held you.

"It's okay y/n... Give him time yeah? Poor guys just had the shock of his life, he'll come round." Your heart was sinking.. you hadn't meant for any of this to happen, but here it was. The memory of that afternoon had never left you, you hadn't even been able to move on - your son, for starters, looked just like him, how could you find love with anyone with the constant reminder of the man you'd never have around you 24/7.

Flashback

"I'm so sorry Jim, I didn't know who else to call..." You climbed into his car, cheeks burning as he picked you up from outside the pharmacy. You'd been walking along the road when a pothole in the pavement took you by surprise and you'd tripped, your ankle turning funny - the pain was horrific, but no one seemed to be answering your phone calls when you rang around for someone to come pick you up. Reluctantly, you'd dialled Jim's number, your cousin's brother in law. He'd given you his number the previous week, after offering to help you move into your new apartment later that month.

"No problem, I was just dropping the kids at school so I was only round the corner." He helped you into the car and drove you back to his house. "I figured your place is in boxes, no chance of a first aid kit either, I'm guessing?"

"No," You laughed. "Thank you so much.." you grimaced as you turned your foot round, trying to ease the pain.

"Definitely not broken, just need to rest it. I'll put the kettle on." Jim led you into the kitchen and sat you down at the kitchen table, and grabbed an ice pack from the fridge. Lifting your leg onto the chair opposite, he placed the ice pack onto your ankle. "Feeling okay?" He asked, flicking the kettle on and preparing two mugs of coffee.

"Much better.. thank you." Definitely better.. the physical contact from him was driving you insane, you had to swallow the blushes in your cheeks, praying he hadn't noticed.

"I've only got instant coffee... Hope that's okay - Danielle won't let me buy a coffee machine." He rolled his eyes. His wife was one of the tightest women he'd ever met.

"It's fine, thank you.. and I honestly can't thank you enough for coming to get me.. I can't believe how clumsy I am!"

"Hey those pavements are a nightmare - I'm surprised no one's broken a leg yet! Don't you be moving now, I'll take you back home once that swelling has gone down."

"How did you know how to fix it all?"

"I have a son, y/n, who at one stage a few years ago thought he was an actual superhero and would fling himself off anything to check if he could fly.. you learn the difference between a broken ankle and a twisted one pretty quick!" He laughed, remembering the time his son climbed the tallest tree in the park, giving him a heart attack before throwing himself from the top - luckily Jim caught him before he hit the floor.

"I think it's better now, Jim, I can try and walk." You said, after chatting for a while in the large kitchen.

"Let me help you.." he held your hands and guided you upright, your chests now pressed together as you placed your foot gingerly on the floor, testing it's strength. Stumbling slightly, Jim caught you, your bodies now even closer together. You could feel his heart racing, could he feel yours? His hands wrapping around yours, holding you up, an arm snaking round your waist. You looked up and found him looking right back at you, your face inches from his. Before you had time to think, you kissed him, before quickly pulling back.

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh god.. no... I'm sorry..." He took your hand in his and pulled you back to him, pressing his lips back to yours. This time you didn't pull back, your mouth opening allowing his tongue to dance against yours. Lifting you up, he sat you on top of the counter, his hands roaming your body hungrily.

"I can't... I shouldn't..." He murmured against your neck, the vibrations driving you wild with need. "You're so fucking beautiful y/n..." He ground your hips against yours, you could feel his erection through his jeans as you reached down to cup it through them, kneading it slightly. He growled, pulling your hand up to his chest, his heart hammering underneath his shirt. "You feel that? Feel how fast that's going?" Silently you took his hand and placed against your chest.

"Feel mine...." You pushed his hand down lower.. over your breast... Down your stomach and under the waistband of your skirt. His fingers found your folds, and he gasped your name. "I'm wet... I'm so fucking wet..." Lifting your skirt up, he pulled your underwear down. You relieved him of his jeans and they fell to the floor, revealing no underwear, just his huge, hard cock already leaking.

"I see you are too..." You ran a finger along the slit, taking some of the precum and lifting it to your mouth. "You taste good..."

"You want this...?" He asked, lining himself up against you. You nodded, and he pushed in easily, you gasped his name and threw your head back as he filled you completely. Pulling on your hips, he rocked you against him as he moved his own hips back and forth, fucking you against the countertop. You legs wrapped round his waist as his thrusts came harder, deeper, faster.

"Fuck... Right there... Jim... Oh god...." He bit down on your exposed neck, hands pushing against your still covered breasts, he moaned.

"Feels so good y/n... You feel so good... That's it baby, I need to feel you... Cum for me..." You leaned back, and eyes locked with his you drew a hand down to circle your clit as he moved inside you.

"Gonna make myself cum on you... Gonna cum hard for you... Faster Jim..." He pounded into you now, your moans echoing through the kitchen as you came over him, his release following seconds later. Both of you leaned your heads together as your worlds came back into focus.

Present Day

"Hey."

"Hey.." you'd agreed to meet Jim for a coffee a few days later. He'd called you the evening before, slightly tipsy which made you chuckle. Liam and Natalie were watching Jackson while the two of you caught up.

"How's the hangover?" You smiled, he grimaced.

"Well I've definitely felt fresher.. it was a bit of a shock y/n..."

"Listen.. for what it's worth.. I'm sorry. I didn't know I was pregnant until I was nearly 20weeks. With the stress of losing mum and the funeral, I hadn't had a period for a while but I thought it was just the stress.. then my friend convinced me to take a test and the doctors confirming it.. it was too late to do anything about it.. then I heard you and Danielle were trying for another baby and I just couldn't do it Jim.. I couldn't destroy your life like that.." your hands were shaking. He leaned over and took your hands in his.

"I understand y/n.. I do. I spent most of this week thinking about it. I don't blame you for what you did.. but I do wish you'd told me."

"I'd done enough damage Jim, sleeping with a married man? On his kitchen counter where he makes his kids breakfast? Where his wife makes her coffee in the morning? I couldn't face you.. I couldn't face what I'd done.."

"You know where my wife was, that morning?" He leaned back, smiling a little. "At her office, bent over the desk while her boss fucked her from behind. She called my number by accident while it happened. I didn't answer, obviously, I was busy.. but my voicemail picked up the whole thing. I'd had my suspicions for a long time, but that confirmed it. We were never trying for another baby - that's just what she told people to distract them from the fact we were clearly falling apart at the seams. Couldn't exactly be mad at her after what I'd done with you though."

"Did you tell her?"

"Yes, but she didn't know it was you. Then you up and left.. I thought there was no need to tell her who it was. I guess now we kinda have to, right?"

"Jim, I don't expect anything from you, okay? I have an inheritance from my mum, I'm fine for money, there's no need to be involved if it'll cause you problems.."

"No. You've kept him from me for nearly 2 years y/n, don't do this again, please? I'm not asking you to move in, I'm not asking for a relationship, I just want to get to know our boy.. that's all.. please?" You saw it in his eyes. It was there, for all to see. Was it love?

"I'll call Nat.. ask her to bring him over, maybe we could go for a walk?" Jim smiled, nodding. You made the call, and an hour later you were walking to the local park, Jim pushing the stroller. He took Jackson out of the buggy and placed him inside a baby swing, pushing him gently while pulling silly faces making him giggle. Your heart swelled watching them.

"He's incredible.. those eyes.."

"Your eyes, Jim." He looked up at you and smiled listening to his son's giggle, before he started becoming grouchy again.

"He's teething... Come on little man, let's get you back shall we?" Jim lifted him from the swing and placed his little finger in Jackson's mouth. He responded by sucking his gums along it, finding relief. You smiled, watching Him soothe your son's whimpers of pain as his teeth came through.

Making your way inside Natalie's house, you were surprised to find it empty. A note on the kitchen counter read that they'd gone out for the afternoon, they wouldn't be home until the evening. You warmed a bottle of milk for Jackson as Jim gave him some Calpol. Taking the bottle from you, he fed his son, as you watched, heart pounding as you watched the man you were still in love with take such good care of your baby. Within 15 minutes, Jackson was fed and had been rocked to sleep in his father's arms, you took him and placed him upstairs in his cot to nap. You knew he'd be out for at least an hour after all that fresh air. Walking back into the lounge, you found Jim sat on the sofa waiting for you.

"Come here, y/n..." You sat next to him as he turned to face you, hand gently caressing your cheek. "What are we going to do now?"

"I'm heading back to London tomorrow Jim..." His eyes glistened slightly. He'd just found his son, and now he was going again. He'd just got you back in his life, and now you were disappearing again...

"What can I do to make you stay?" His question took you by surprise. Stay?

"Jim, I..."

"I haven't stopped thinking about you.. about what happened 2 years ago. How long I'd wanted you, how long I'd dreamt of you, how I still dream of you even now.. and we share a son y/n.. I can't let you go again, it'd break me.."

"I'm half your age Jim! I'm barely older than your eldest child, how can this possibly work?" He answered with a kiss. Leaning forward to take your mouth against his, without thinking you returned it, linking your fingers with his as he pulled you into his lap.

"It'll work because we'll make it work.. nothing else matters.. all of that other stuff is irrelevant.." he felt you grind your hips against his and his erection was burning against his jeans. He needed you, now.

"And Danielle?"

"Is fucking a man old enough to be her own father - opinion invalid. I don't care about her, I care about you.. please.." he was aware of how desperate he sounded but he didn't care. He had his hand under your t-shirt against your breast, no bra in the way this time. Lifting you up, he carried you upstairs to the guest room you were staying in, and laid you down softly on the bed underneath him.

"Birth control?" He looked at you, smiling.

"The coil - don't worry, I'm covered this time.." You smiled back as he lifted your t-shirt over your head and kissed you again. The reason for being at the pharmacy 2 years ago was to collect your prescription for the pill - you'd not taken it for a couple of days after running out suddenly. After Jackson was born, you switched to a more efficient form of birth control.

Pulling your skirt down and off, along with your underwear, he nestled his face between your thighs, now parted by his hands.

"I want you to watch me y/n... Watch me as I make you cum..." Your core burning, you raised yourself up on your elbows as he blew a hot breath against your wet folds, causing you to shiver under him. He parted your lips with his fingers, before licking from your pulsing hole up to your clit, finding a rhythm that made you cry out and shudder underneath his tongue. Smiling, groaning into you, you tried to keep your eyes on him as he licked and sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.

"Jim.. don't stop.. oh god..." You hadn't had sex since that afternoon 2 year ago, no one being good enough to compete with the man currently buried between your legs. No pleasure you'd given yourself since was a patch on this, and you felt that burning feeling in your stomach starting to rise. "I'm close... Mm... Fuck I'm close..." Your words barely a whisper but he heard them, pushing harder with his tongue as a finger entered you, hooking upwards to find that spot inside, the one you didn't think actually existed, but there it was.. you bucked against his mouth, coming hard and fast - you felt your liquids gush over his chin, there was no stopping them... "Aha... Oh god Jim... Fuck... Stop, it's too much..." He smiled, blowing another warm breath over you before moving back to your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips, turning you on even more.

Flipping him onto his back, you lifted his clothes off him and kissed down his chest. Your core needed a breather before you took him inside you. Licking the top of his now rock hard cock, you slowly sank your lips down, taking him fully inside your mouth. You'd never had a strong gag reflex, and you enjoyed the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

"Holy fuck... Jesus y/n... That's it baby..." Up and down your head bobbed, swapping between hard and light sucks, your teeth gently scraping the underside of his cock and your fingers lightly playing with his balls underneath you. Every time you felt them tighten, you'd ease off, allowing him to catch his breath, before bringing him into your mouth again. After a few near explosions, he couldn't take anymore and lifted you off motioning for you to sit on him. "Ride me y/n..." You smiled, and sank your pussy onto him, allowing him to fill you. Slowly so as to adjust to his length, your hips moved, back and forth, up and down, finding the right rhythm for you both. He sat up, chests together and his hands under your thighs as he rotated his hips from underneath, driving his cock against that magical spot again.

"Yes... God that feels good... Jim..."

"I'm not gonna last long y/n..."

"That's okay.. we've got plenty of time to make up for this... Cum in me, give me all of you..." You felt his cock twitch inside you as he moved your hips faster. Leaning back, you rode him hard, the bed frame squeaking underneath as you both cried out, your climaxes arriving simultaneously. Coming back to rest your head against his, you clenched your core once more causing him to gasp as you drew yourself off him slowly. Lay down next to each other, he pulled you into his arms.

"Did you mean what you said?" He asked, kissing your head gently. "Plenty of time?"

"I meant it, Jim... I need to get back to London to sort a few things, put my flat up for sale.. my job... But yes. If you'll have us, we'll come back.." you looked into his eyes. He lifted your head to kiss you and you felt it. All the love you thought you'd never find, in the man you thought you'd never find it with.

Everything was going to be fine, you couldn't wait to start your life over again, this time for the last time.

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