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[daenakills]

His dark eyes.

Tom riddle x fem!reader

part 1

part 2. i will make more so don't worry this is kind of short. english isn't my first language so lmk there's any mistake. this is for fun.

You calmly wrote down your assigned potion's homework. Slughorn always found a way to assign tasks that, although they seemed difficult at the beginning, ended up being easy, and you even got a reward at the end. That was your favourite part.

The door opened suddenly, revealing a slightly upset Tom, which wasn't strange but at the same time, when you consider it, it was. He usually didn't show it so openly, you realized you knew him completely, or at least that's what you thought.

“I notice you're upset, my love.” Anyone who heard this phrase that you had addressed to Tom would have thought that it was just a loving nickname, but he knew perfectly well it was just irony. “Has something happened?” In response, he slowly turned his head to look at you.

“Where are my books?”

“I don't know, probably in your room. I highly doubt they're here. Besides, I cannot understand how you manage to get into the ladies room.” He ignored your question, and started searching through your clothes and things. No matter how much you could tell him to stop, you knew he wasn't going to, so you didn't even try. When he finished searching for what he wanted, he left without looking back.

It was depressing. It was depressing knowing that you were being used, and you cursed the day you decided to confess to Tom Riddle. Likewise, it had been almost a year. You could have had such a nice future, maybe fallen in love and married one of your classmates, but no, you decided to confess to the psychopath. You hoped that one day you could travel back to yesterday and return unscathed. Curled up in your bed, you allowed yourself to cry, and your voice was never louder.

Already in the dining room, with your mind blank and already recovered (not completely) from your little cry, the girls were trying to find conversations with you. You were wondering why. Usually when they talked to you, it was to get information from you about something that interested them. In fact, before becoming Tom's girlfriend you had never talked to so many people, apparently they didn't find you interesting. You kept questioning yourself internally what they wanted from you until one of them finally made her intentions clear.

“And… we were all wondering if you've had… you know, with Tom.” You were stunned. He had not prepared you for that type of question, and not in a thousand years would you have been able to answer it. The others who were around told that girl, Martha, to have a little more filter when she talked about those things.

The truth was that you hadn't had your first time, not even with Simón, he died before they could make that breakthrough. Everyone in your class had already had relationships with their boyfriends, and it was logical that those who were single (and those who were not also) were interested in knowing how good the beloved Tom Riddle was in bed. Obviously, you couldn't tell them that you felt an extreme repulsion towards the man who was your boyfriend, since that would completely damage their plan to deceive the professor. That prompted you to find him and ask him a question.

“Do we really need to stick with the plan?”

You had taken a while to look for him but when you found him he was talking to Professor Slughorn about a topic you didn't know about. Tom said goodbye to Slughorn, saying that he was going to attend to his beautiful girlfriend. You wondered if he was the teacher Tom talked so much about.

“Obviously, we must continue with the plan, dear.” He said with that voice that used to drive you crazy. “Why are you asking now? Is there another Simon out there?” He laughed sarcastically, you hated that laugh since you knew it wasn't genuine, it was genuine mockery and that was another topic.

“I just think everyone already understood that you love, you don't need me any more.” While you were saying those words you fixed your eyes on the floor, your gaze did not connect with his, it intimidated you to look at him. His penetrating gaze activated all the alarms in your body, telling you to leave, that something bad was going to happen. But you stayed to wait for his response.

“Okay. Let's do it, let's finish it. I can easily find a replacement. Do not think you're the only one. You're not, you're just another one of the bunch, who they are just going to use and throw away when they get what they want from you. People like you will not survive in the world I am going to create.” Your eyes were flooding with tears, you didn't want to blink since you knew that if you did, the sea of ​​tears would come to light. “Stop crying, you know I hate seeing you cry!” He grabbed your face and crushed it in his hands, “You look horrible when you cry, you look weak, and you lose the only notable quality you have.” He finally let go of you. Adjusted his robe and left, leaving you alone with yourself.

Already there, in your state, you went to your bedroom and sank into the sheets.

The morning of the next day was no better, in class everyone couldn't stop talking about how you and Tom had broken up. Your assumption was that Tom had broken the news to them, and you were right. What perhaps hadn't occurred to you was that he had subverted the story slightly. He had said that he had broken up with you since you were unfaithful with Simon a while ago, but that he refused to accept it. Now, he was the victim of the story, the poor guy who refused to accept that his girlfriend was cheating on him. And you, anyone who dared to deceive him.

Nobody talked to you any more like they did when you were his partner, apparently they no longer found you interesting. That depressed you but not enough to cloud your common sense that told you that it was better to be alone than in bad company. And it was true. Even though no one appreciated you and everyone hated you, you managed to make it to the Easter holidays, even though it seemed like a short time, you needed to go home. You were excited to finally be able to go home freely.

With your bags already packed you were heading towards the exit when Tom arrived at your door.

“Hello.” He said, sitting on your bed as if it were his house.

“Hi.”

“How has your life as a social reject gone?” He smiled arrogantly.

“Well, the time alone has served me well to think and reflect.” You weren't going to let him see you badly, let him see you vulnerable once again.

“I imagine that once again you are going to stay here, I know perfectly well that you don't like being with your parents.” You knew perfectly well that he had already noticed the suitcases, but that he says it to bother you.

“I'll see how I deal with it.” I can't stand being in this castle any more, I'll ask my parents to give me classes at home, I can't stand being at Hogwarts any longer, you thought.

“You're not leaving Hogwarts, you are not going to study in your house,” he said firmly as he got closer and closer to you, until he caught up with you and choked me, pushing me against the nearest wall. “You know, I've let you be alone for a while because I think you need it, but I swear, you're never going to be free of me. Never. Do you understand me?” You nodded repeatedly, waiting for him to release you. When you had got out of his grasp, he picked you up and threw you against the bed, forcing you to give him your arm. You had already let him do whatever he wanted so that he would finally leave you alone.

And at that moment, with a knife that you had no idea where he had got it from, he marked your left arm, leaving a line of blood on you.

You could tell he was going to do something else if he hadn't been interrupted by the knock on the door. Alarmed that he would be upset by the interruption, you decided to stay silent and not respond.

“ Are you there? I need your help to fill out some paperwork!" Oh, god, it was your classmate Samantha, she didn't usually talk to you about those things, but it seemed like she did now.

“Don't even dare answer.” Tom murmured putting his hand over my mouth once more.

After a while Samantha stopped knocking on the door and left. It was then that Tom finally let go of you.

“You're going to finish your school year whether you like it or not.” You were left dumbfounded in your room, you were trying to understand Tom's outburst, but you couldn't. Couldn't understand how someone felt a pathological need to ruin lives.

You grabbed your suitcases and decided to spend the Easter holidays at home. Where he couldn't reach you, or well, that's what you liked to think.

#no use of y/n #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle #lord voldemort #harry potter #tom riddle x oc #voldemort #harry potter fanfiction #angsty

[daenakills]

His dark eyes.

Tom Riddle x reader, might delete.

Part 2

warning: obsession, angsty, mentions of death, tom being up for no good. tom being tom basically. short.

'The perfect couple' you were told by your classmates and even teachers when you walked down the halls.

Tom and you had started dating three months ago, three months ago when you declared your love to him and he with an expressionless face told you to date. At that moment, you were very happy, feeling like it was the best day of your life. You were sure many girls wished that they were you.

Before that, you looked at him from a distance, wondering why he stood out among the others. Little by little you realized that his presence invaded your senses, clouded your vision, and innumerable thoughts about him blocked your normal ideas.

The moment he said yes, you got really excited. He was beautiful, with those almost black eyes that looked at you intensely, with black hair that was styled in a very elegant way, and with an intelligence superior to the others.

You still remembered the first month of the relationship, those vacations he spent at Hogwarts since he didn't want to go back to that orphanage where he grew up. You convinced your parents to go on holiday to England alone, after all you went there every summer, and what better time to be with your boyfriend than on holiday.

In the afternoon you found a way to enter his room without some nosy coming, you sat on his bed while he was sitting studying some things. He had many papers on the desk, all neatly arranged by category. He hadn't even flinched at your presence, as if he was something routine. You got up from the bed and proceeded to approach him.

“What are you doing studying? It's the holidays, there are no subjects to study.” You put your hands on his shoulders.

“There is always something to study, wisdom is eternal.” he muttered, as if the words coming out of his mouth were normal for boys still going to Hogwarts. You tried to talk to him a few more times, and each time he found an excuse to answer you curtly but calmly.

You were like this all month, until he confronted you near the ladies' room.

“Look, I'll tell you a few things and I want you to listen carefully. I don't have time for you all the time.” Silence. Silence is what there was when he whispered those words to you.

You waited for that to be all, but he continued. “I don't want you there all the time, either. I thought it would be enough for me to say that I was your boyfriend and to talk to you. But no, it doesn't seem to be enough. This alliance suits us both. You, because you want to be with me and me, because it keeps the professor distracted, who thinks I don't feel anything. So, tell me once and for all if you want to continue.” You were paralysed, until you let your heart win, and you decided that yes, you were going to continue. “I'm surprised you don't cry. At least that's a change.” Yes, you too were surprised that you didn't cry. You had the feeling of crying the whole day, wondering how to hold back the tears and make the words come out.

Tom never specified which teacher thought he didn't feel anything, but after dating him for three months, you came to the conclusion that that professor, whoever they were, was right, Tom doesn't feel.

Now you walked with him through the halls, letting his henchmen (whom he called friends in front of the others, or well, they claimed to be his friends) were a few steps away from you. You didn't talk to Tom. The both of you exchanged the odd word from time to time, just to avoid suspicion.

You used to be unable to keep your feelings, but now you have your hiding place. Behind Tom's back, you had started dating Simon Buxton, from Gryffindor. At first, you avoided Simon since he was always giving you hints that he wanted to be with you.

You were afraid that Tom would find out and do something to you, which was not a surprise. Sometimes at night you would find Tom reading things that were not correct, things about sacrifices.

But after a while, you realized that Tom really wasn't interested in you or your life. So you started sneaking out with Simon, that's what you were headed for right now, you walked away from Tom telling him you were going to find your friends, he kissed you on the forehead and let you go. The other girls around made cute sounds, telling you that you were very lucky, you ignored them.

In a short time you arrived at your hiding place with Simon, that place where they saw each other when they didn't want to be seen, that is, always. You found him already waiting for you a few steps beyond his hiding place, without waiting for him, he pounced on you.

He started kissing you and touching every part of your robe, you tried to stop him, since they weren't in the hideout yet. Without you realizing it, someone else entered the scene. It was Abraxas Malfoy.

He saw you and Simon, and he only needed to see them to go out and report the event to Tom. You continued kissing with Simon, you didn't know what was waiting for you.

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You made it to the room after all your classes, thank Merlin that Simon released you minutes after you told him to stop.

You started to open the door of the room when you realized that it was already open, you went in anyway, thinking that it had only been your mistake. Freaking out when you see Tom, standing up, staring at you in the middle of your room.

“Tom, what are you doing here? Or rather, how did you get in?” You knew the answer to that last question, what you wondered was why he was there.

He completely ignored your two questions, “Do you know what would have happened if it hadn't been Abraxas who saw Simon and you kissing? Total chaos, they'd be out there saying that the perfect couple isn't so perfect. Do you know how it makes me look?” So that's what it was about, how it makes him look.

“I'll be more careful next time.”

“You are funny.” He looked at you with a serious face, he didn't find a hint of humour in it. “It won't happen again because you won't see Simon any more, that disgusting blood traitor.”

“Don't call him that! Besides, if I'm careful, no one is going to find out and no one is going to ruin your oh so precious reputation.”

“It's not just that, darling.” You didn't know why, but that flattery felt full of poison. “You are mine” he came closer to you as he spoke, “You are mine from the moment you first looked at me. I remember your face when I told you that I would be your boyfriend. You looked so excited.” he'd say with fake preoccupation as he touched your face, and for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to remove it, “It doesn't deserve to see that.” His face changed from fake shock to looking completely serious, the more you looked at him, the emptier his black eyes looked.

“Simon pleases me, he listens to me and understands me. He does everything you don't. I think you should find another girl for this.” You said with teary eyes.

“I don't want another girl, I want you!” He grabbed your shoulders and slammed you against the door, a few steps behind you. “And I have you, and I won't let you go. Ever. Do you hear me? Ever.”

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You ate your food while you listened to the other girls talk about how tragic the news about Simon were. He had been missing since the day Tom threatened you.

Since that, Tom has wanted to sneak into your room to bite your neck while you cry over Simon at night, taunting you with small whispers, “Are you still crying over the traitor? Mm, too bad, I think you should stop thinking about him, he's not coming back” as his hands encircle your entire body.

At that moment you realize that the professor was wrong, Tom does feel something, the problem it's that it isn't love.

#tom riddle x reader #angsty #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #harry potter #voldemort #lord voldemort #albus percival wulfric brian dumbledore #abraxas malfoy #no use of y/n #original character

[daenakills]

Waiting for you.

Sandor Clegane x reader

angsty.

In the dark, thinking of you, feeling that at any moment you will come out from under my bed and finish your job of destroying me. I'm not afraid of you, you've been trying to force fear into me for a long time and for some reason you never succeeded.

I try to help you with my small portion of imaginary power that my grandfather has given me, but I only receive rejection from you.

When will you allow me to help you?

I know you're on your own, always have been. But still, a part of me hoped that you would give me the entrance to your heart. I know when you look at me, I also know how you do it. You enter a state of constant nervousness when you see me, although in your own way of course. You tend to growl and try to leave as soon as Joffrey needs you.

When he yells at me, all I think is that you wouldn't let him do this to me if you could. In that after crying you would hug me until I fell asleep. You would touch my face with your big hands and wipe the tears from my cheeks. My trembling hands would seek refuge in your firm hands.

No matter how many times I run away from you, I always find you haunting my dreams. I see you blurry, with the feeling that you could leave at any moment, but with the feeling that you are dangerous. I see you chasing me, in that forest with trees that don't look like trees and a floor that disappears when you look at it. My feet can't run any more, now I am paralysed until you catch up with me. And there I finally enter the reality that you are not looking for me.

You already have me, You can enter my body and soul through my dreams.

I couldn't tell you how good it feels to look across a room full of people and find yourself standing there. You avoid my gaze as if your life depended on it, but you still shoot me glances from the corner of your eye. I have never had any doubts that our looks have a life of their own and are always looking for each other.

I tried to talk to you later. With the excuse that my brother had said that you had to accompany me to the garden. You told me no. That you were sure Joffrey hadn't ordered you to do it.

I don't understand why you don't fear me. Why you don't feel like you have to follow my orders. I feel like no one takes me seriously wherever I go, like my presence is powerless. I would like you to take me seriously, and I have repressed so many things in my life that I don't know if I am satisfied with who I am today, especially when I have spent years being a ghost.

Not only that, but I usually carry pains that do not belong to me. They were given to me before I was born, and they were handed to me the day I was born. I have been aware of my fate ever since, and despite the dislike I have come to have for my mother, I know there is nothing to stop me from having the same fate.

I wonder when this will end. When I will be married off to some powerful lord. Or rather, to the highest bidder. What remains is to wait for my existence to be convenient.

Today, my mother told me that I will get married.

I didn't even ask who he was, knowing it or not isn't going to change anything, therefore I've decided to keep my mouth shut. Even so, there is no part of me that is happy about this news, I feel like fear consumes me the more I think about it. There is not enough space or shelter for all my fears right now. I hope that at some point it will go away, and that I will finally be freed from it, even though a part of me knows it will never go away.

Don't think that I do not know that you know that I will go for that man (who i also do not know) . Although, after all, what is different about you? I thought I knew you, but I haven't exchanged words with you in a while.

You give me piercing looks every time we're around. Looks that I have not known how to interpret. Looks that leave me thinking about you all day. I wonder when your body will be with me, instead of your eyes watching every move

The night before I met him, I woke up and didn't realize it. I saw you in my room as in all my dreams, this time you approached me slowly until you reached my bed. You asked me to go with you, to escape from that nightmare. I didn't know what to answer. When I already had my answer I realized that you were gone, at some point I would wake up and look for you with my eyes.

I will keep waiting for your return to the dark corner of my room.

#sandor clegane #sandor clegane x reader #sandor clegane x oc #sandor the hound clegane #sandor x reader #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones #got smut #angsty #hotd imagine

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The night when we stopped being you and me.

Tommy Shelby x reader

I never do anything fun w Tommy tbh, pure angst. My favorite character to practice. Enjoy ig, this is just me practicing, hope y'all like it.

The night when we stopped being you and me.

Insomnia dominated my senses every night without you. In which I repeated over and over again that moment in which the two of us stopped being together.

You told me you wanted to be there with me. That I shouldn't go. That I stay here, next to you.

I refused. I watched you cry as you begged me to stay. After a few long minutes of pleading, you stopped, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“It's alright. I hope you do well, Tommy. Think of me once in a while.” It's alright. No, it wasn't.

I left, and between the sounds of war and death, I heard your voice say my name.

Thomas! Stop being such a dummie.

You told me when you were little, when we first met.

As long as I remember you, everything will be fine. I live my worst experiences today while remembering the past. I feel empty, without purpose, without faith.

Now I realize that the only thing that makes that change is you. And now you weren't there any more, the only thing that kept you there, next to me, were your gifts. You were always very detailed, even though I didn't ask you to.

“What's that?” It was cold, although the cold always affected you more than me. I saw you take something out of the pocket of the jumper I gave you.

“It's a little box with little love letters. I made it for you”. I looked at the box, it was very small, and had a few letters. I tried to held back a smile that wanted to form on my face.

“How ridiculous”

“Don't say that! It's what I can do, I don't have much money. I hope the box is nice, at least.” It's true. Your father was a baker, but he hasn't shared a penny with you since you were 13.

“It's perfect.” You laughed and then took my hands and dragged me towards a store that you liked.

I long to hold your hands again with mine. I miss your caresses on my face whenever you couldn't sleep.

“I can't sleep, my love” You looked at me with those eyes that drove me crazy.

“Try closing your eyes and thinking of something you like, or something.”

“Does it work for you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I'll picture you.” You touched my chest.

If you were to ask me that now, I would say no, that doesn't work for me.

That I don't try anything to be able to sleep any more.

Now I just don't do it.

I want to stop loving.

I want to stop loving you.

That night we stopped being you and me, I hoped to heal from you. Destructive disease, leaving me pensive and immersed in my own fateful thoughts. In my own nightmares, which before today were beautiful dreams full of hope. Full of you.

I want to run away, I want to run away from this war. I want to run away from myself, disappear and never come back. Run away from my thoughts. I started to drown in my regret.

In what I never told you, that little by little it was transforming into a sea, which at this moment is an avalanche that is heading towards me.

I didn't ever think I'd become a romantic, and I didn't, I just became regretful. Unhappy and not in the way I imagined.

Will I ever stop loving you?

Will you ever stop hurting me?

I do not know the answer. After you, I don't know who I am or where I'm going.

When I came back, I asked for you. But they told me that you weren't there any more, that you were gone, chasing your dream of being somebody.

I couldn't bear to think that everything I felt is not going to come back. Never.

Time passed, and with it my hopes of seeing you again passed. To see you next to me.

During the time I met many women. No one like you. Although I met someone who was not the same as you, but who I felt was completing a part of the emptiness that you once left inside of me. The emptiness that I left myself when I left that day.

“Will you promise me that you will always love me? Since I will always love you.” I told you yes.

Didn't stop. I keep looking for the peace that I found in your arms, in your kisses and in your caresses.

If your memories stayed in my system, why not you? — I thought while I found myself in the arms of that woman who was trying to replace you. I couldn't, I couldn't completely fill the void you had left. I understood that I had to settle, that you would never come back.

#no use of y/n #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby x reader #angsty #tommy shelby x y/n #peaky fucking blinders #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky fookin blinders

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I love you.

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader

notes: sandors in love. if watching someone is stalking then yes, sandor is a stalker. reader has hair. just a little writing practice.

Your feet cooled under the water, allowing themselves to be covered by the cold sensation.

You let the water take your clothes, which seemed to be part of you. Little by little you went submerging and let your hair wet, your beautiful hair, which no matter how it was, was still beautiful. Seeing you was a pleasant sight, a visual spectacle that he was willing to watch.

You were too much for him. Too much for everyone.

You deserved the world, but the world didn't deserve you. You were everything Sandor wasn't.

You were complete, without a scratch that marred your perfection, and even the moles you had in your body looked beautiful on you, like the lights that formed in the sky to guide the warriors in their battles.

Sandor didn't believe in any of that shit, but because of you, he let his thoughts go weaker. After all, it was his thoughts, which you could not contemplate, that betrayed his love for you. You would never find out about his love, before he died.

He imagined how you would reject him, for obvious reasons, he doubted that such a beautiful woman would listen to someone like him.

Shit, he sounded like a pitiful fucker. He loved you, he loved everything about you.

He loved how you looked at him the first time he saw you, you were stunned by his height, you looked at him with your mouth almost open for more than a second until you could close your mouth and start talking to your friends from afar

Sandor hated not having any illusions that you could love him.

All the bastards who were in love always thought they could fuck the woman they wanted, but Sandor didn't. Sandor didn't even believe that he could kiss you, and that the kiss was mutual, he would be foolish to believe that.

His thoughts always ended up being interrupted by you coming out of the water, with a flower attached to your dress, which now wet highlighted your silhouette. You had your bare feet getting used to the floor and your hands dried your hair. You were taking it slowly until your mother's voice called out to you, so you started running towards her.

And he just had to wait for the next time he had the chance to see you.

#no use of y/n #sandor the hound clegane #sandor clegane #sandor clegane x reader #sandor clegane x oc #the hound #the hound x reader #game of thrones #game of thrones fanfiction #hotd fanfic

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Just an Accident 4

She was disappointed, but not with him, but with herself, for believing that at some point her life would change. It was stupid to think that, she knew that, but it was hard to avoid having some kind of hope.

She had already repeated a thousand times how miserable he was in her mind, but this time there was nothing. There was not a single thought going through her mind in moments of so many questions. Questions that remained small and insignificant compared to what she felt at the moment, questions that she was not meant to answer.

What good is having the answers if you can't do anything with them? Everything felt monotonous, after her confrontation with her husband she didn't know what to do with her conscience. She felt that she should make a change, but she didn't know where to start. Just like her life seemed like an endless cycle of unhappiness, no matter what happened.

She felt nothing for her children, she watched them play, she watched them eat, but she felt as far away as a dream.

It didn't matter if she had a good time with her children in the park if they would sell out to her father afterwards.

It didn't matter to sleep with another person if after that it would not change anything.

Despite that, she had kept in touch with Alfie, to talk to someone who wouldn't tell Thomas everything. She didn't feel like having sex. The very idea of her didn't appeal to him, and she supposed that was thanks to her problems.

She had no one.

And she was nobody. No one would remember her more than her as the unhappy wife of Tommy Shelby. That was in the lucky case that they remembered her.

But she remembered, she was filled with resentment, wondering if the issue was her.

Thomas had been treating her like she was an undercover spy in her house for a month, telling her that he didn't miss a single move from her. And despite that, she didn't feel energetic enough to respond to her husband.

She wanted to talk to a friend of hers, Heather, she spent a while talking to her about some things that she felt.

Heather didn't care about her problems, it turns out that she worked for Thomas, she told him everything that she transmitted to her.

Furthermore, she had no one.

So she thought of running away from him and starting a new life, even so the idea was not convincing, the only thing she wanted at this moment was to stop giving her husband a reason to look for her.

The separation. Separation was the answer. Maybe he wanted that. To leave her somewhere and him to stay with the children while she tried to live out what was left of her youth. Starting over would let her think about her decisions as her person, see how she got to this point and how she came out of it, so as not to repeat it.

#no use of y/n #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x oc #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby x reader #angsty

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Only us.

Lalo Salamanca x fem!reader.

posted this because I haven't posted in a while. this is old, I posted this in my ao3 like 2 months ago.

someone dies, that's the warning.

What a strange feeling. 

Lying here alone, where he used to be. His manipulative ability won over your ability to resist, fully expected. 

You thought about how many times he had been in his bed lying with other women in his life, after all, he was twice your age.  Although after being with him you thought about his victims. 

How many people he had murdered in his life? You were supposed to want to be a lawyer and defend the innocent from bad people, so why were you with one of them?  With someone without  humanity, who probably doesn't remember half the people for whom he has made life miserable.

Because you fell in love.

You fell for his plan.  When you met him while traveling you found him a charming man, and you liked the way he made you feel.  He made you feel like the most exotic flower ever.  Like the most beautiful woman he's ever known. 

Now you thought that all men say that to women to make them fall in love, but you had felt it so real. 

But he was already gone.

 There was no longer a trace of that man you had met, it had only been a momentary illusion where you believed there was a connection between the two. 

You decided to continue with your life, you are not going to lie and say that he would have wanted you to continue with your life because you know perfectly well that he would not have wanted it.  Wretched as he was, he would have wanted you to live through hell, crying day and night until you grew old.

You didn't know if he was dead but you could pretend that he was.

After a while you started dating a guy named Dylan, he was your age and he worked as a waiter in a restaurant.  You felt that you had already surpassed Lalo, although Dylan really only filled in the space that Lalo had left.

One day you got out of your temporary job as a babysitter and went first to buy some sweets, you had been surprised that Dylan did not call you, as he always did when you were at work. 

When you returned home you saw that the door was already open, with how clueless Dylan was, he must have left it open by accident, you rolled your eyes.

 — Dylan, my love, you left the door open. —  You said raising your voice more in case he was in the room above.

— I thought I was your love, what a pity you forgot me so quickly.

You recognized the voice immediately, it was Lalo.  That made you curious but you also thought of something.

— Where's Dylan? —  you said worried.

— I tell you something and all you think about is him? You offend me, dear. — When he said that, you started looking around the room and there, you found him. 

You saw Dylan dead, his blood still dripping on the floor.  You were paralyzed. You couldn't ask any more questions because you couldn't think of any.

— I'm back, my love, you don't have to worry about him anymore. 

#lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca #angsty #no use of y/n #better call saul #bcsedit

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Just an Accident 3

I had posted this in ao3 and I forgot to post it here, sorry. Also I want yall to remember that tommy and her are married for a long time, it's kinda difficult to forget someone that you have loved for so long.

smut. with tommy. that's the warning.

The conversation with Alfie was honestly a bit awkward.

She tried to explain a bit about her relationship with Tommy and how he ignored her.

"Look, the thing between both of us... it was a little accident that I know we can both keep up with, right?"

"Fuckin' unbelievable you are.” he said.

"It's not unbelievable thinking about how Tommy is a total bastard with me though. I just want you to know that I enjoyed what happened.” She was so close to him, with her hands in his shoulders looking at him directly. He wasn't nervous. It surprised her. At least, she seemed to have a type.

She knew that he was going to say something but he was soon interrupted by a voice.

"I see that you're knowing my wife pretty well.”

Damn. It's Tommy.

She removed her hands from Alfie's shoulders to look at her husband.

"You're a lucky man, Tommy." he said.

There was a moment, that for a second she thought Thomas already knew. There was a pause, a silence that for some reason didn't feel awkward, but tense. It was a tense moment, and as she waited for Thomas's response, she felt the waiting gnaw at her.

The second the two of them stared into each other's eyes felt like an eternity. And she couldn't help but think, am I really the only reason why the atmosphere is so tense or is there some reason that I don't know about? And most likely it was the second option. She wasn't the reason why the two of them looked at each other that way, she wad just one more fuel on the fire. And for some reason, she was relieved.

"I know."

The tension had decreased in intensity, but it hadn't finished. Thomas said goodbye, she knew that. But she was so lost in Alfie watching her, and as she watched, her mind kept replaying that night at the same time she was analyzing her situation. She thought about how she probably would stay stuck next to Tommy like one more lamp in the house, remembering that time when she tasted freedom one last time. How demeaning.

They were leaving the event and there was only silence. She was used to silence, it had been years since the last time she had had a long conversation with her husband, without it being an argument, of course.

"What were you doing with him in that place?"

She looked at him for a second, every day she was more surprised by the hypocrisy that Tommy handled.

"Talking."

"Talking about what?"

"Do you really think I can't have something in common with someone?"

"I think you may have something in common with someone, but I don't think you have anything to talk with Alfie Solomons."

"Who says? Maybe he and I have more in common than you and me."

"Anyone can have more in common with you than you and me. I don't get the point you're trying to make."

She was going to admit it, his comment had hurt. He had definitely touched that part of her that adored the Tommy she married. And that only meant one thing.

A part of her still loved him.

She wondered if at some point her love would stop being her great weakness.

The way home was silent. And in the entire conversation, the two of them had not looked at each other once. She supposed that said something about their relationship.

When her children arrived, they received them, and she could stop wanting to disappear from the face of the earth since they only made it more difficult to flee from her situation.

She hated to think that she loved them more than they loved her. That they would never be replaceable but she was easily replaced by any woman they liked. After all they were children, they had no conscience, right? One day they would realize how important she was. Someday they would all realize how relevant it was to have her in her life.

"Why aren't you asleep yet? It's too late, go to bed."

She went to her room without looking back, she started to undress, put on her sleeping clothes and proceeded to lie down to try to fall asleep. When she got it she began to dream. She dreamed very nice things, she dreamed that she was an internationally famous actress. She was enjoying her dream when a hand woke her up.

A hand that caressed her clothes, at the same time that it gently lifted her sleeping dress.

"What are you doing, Tommy?"

"Just touching my wife, I guess I'm within my rights."

"Just say what you need to. I know full well that you're not touching me like that because it provoked you." Silence.

She proceeded to turn around to face him face to face. They looked at each other for a moment and then he kissed her. It was obvious that he wanted her kiss to last longer than it really was going to last.

"Why don't you go with one of your mistresses to satisfy you."

"Shut up."

They started kissing again, while they kissed, he touched her tits. He caressed, squeezed and slapped. She felt like he was squeezing her nipples hard so she cried out in pain.

"Shh, you're going to wake up the kids and we don't want that."

He put a finger inside her pussy, but one finger turned into three and three of his fingers turned into his cock. It felt so good to have him inside her.

Tommy was changing speed and she felt how her breasts were bouncing, sometimes she made small moans so he put his hand to cover her mouth. Her back arched as he pushed her penis deeper and deeper. She couldn't think of anything as he took her, all she could do was ask for more. In a moment of minimal awareness she asked him not to finish inside her, which he accepted.

And when they finished they both fell asleep. Or at least she knew that Thomas closed his eyes, she knew that he hardly ever slept much.

She woke up to find him already dressed, about to leave.

"Morning. Have the children woke up yet?"

"Yes, they are already eating."

"You have already eaten?"

"No."

"Do you want us to eat together?"

"No, I'll eat elsewhere, I'd like to be on time for something."

"It's okay."

She spent her day in bed, after having breakfast with her children and taking them to school. She felt that she deserved a day in bed. The day had honestly gone by very quickly, she always wondered why the days had been going by so quickly.

The days passed and Tommy treated her very well, in fact. He would buy things for her and he would take her and the children to the park to play with other children. 15 days had passed since that night.

That day she was going to bed with him when he told her something that took her by surprise.

"I love you, good night." he leaned closer and placed a kiss on her cheek. She froze and she could only think of telling him one thing.

"I love you too."

"Good to know." He said in a extremely suspicious way.

"Why is it good to know? You already know that, I married you."

"Yeah, but for a while I thought you were doing things behind my back." She got nervous, as a consequence her hands began to sweat.

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know, like conspiring against me."

"I wouldn't do that."

"Don't think I don't know what you were up to with Alfie."

"I wasn't up to anything."

"It would make sense, since I have done nothing but be a good husband.  I have bought you things, gone out with the children for a walk, I've been good to you."

There she realized that he thought she was conspiring against him with Alfie. And that's why he had been being considerate of her.

She didn't know if she was relieved or more concerned. What she did know is that in either of the two she was an unloyal woman. She didn't like that Thomas ended up like the saint.

And from one moment to the next, the conversation that started with "I love you" ends with "Now! Let's stop this shit. I just want you to know that nothing is escaping me. You can't just betray me and hope that I won't find out."

#tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby x reader #tom hardy #alfie solomons x oc #alfie solomons #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby #thomas shelby

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Are you gonna do a part 2 for the recent Tommy fic?!?

yes! I just posted it <33

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Just An Accident 2

Tommy shelby x Original Female Character, Alfie Solomons x Original Female character. (it also works like reader cuz she doesn't have any descriptions or name)

Warning: mentions of smut, cheating, unhappy marriage, thomas being kinda neglectful.

Sorry for making Tommy such a bad husband but it's necessary for making the story go on 💋

She was feeling so much adrenaline, she was going to be honest, this whole part of fucking a man who wasn't her wretch of a husband made her feel like she was an adventurer.

When she finished eating with the children and taking them to play she went to her room to give some food to the man with whom she had had that crazy night. Come on, she knew they were nothing, but she wasn't going to leave him without food. Imagine that you are the only one who wanted to fuck a woman and that woman doesn't give you any breakfast.

But all she found was the unmade bed and Alfie gone. She was upset that there wasn't even a letter saying goodbye to her or that he had at least made the bed.

 

It was already night and she didn't even notice. All day just thinking about him, she thought so much about him that she began to remember the night before.

She could hear the way the bed creaked while he fucked her.

"You like this?" he said as he touched her breast and whispered small "Yeah, you obviously fuckin' like it." It was so embarrassing but before she could feel any more embarrassed he pushed her cock so hard she felt like she had him in her stomach. This was glory.

Now she covered her mouth while she thought about it. There were so many things that she did with alcohol.

She didn't have time to think of anything else when Tommy arrived.

"Thomas, is something wrong?"

"There is going to be an important event today, I'll take the children for a moment."

She was paralyzed that he said that to her. It seemed like he didn't care if she didn't want to.

"And me? I won't go?"

"No, I already have a companion to that event"

"I'm your fucking wife Thomas."

"And? Nobody is denying you or asking for proof that you are my wife."

"You're a motherfucker, you know?" She said yelling at him. "I won't let you take my children"

"They are my children too, so much so that you complain that I don't take them for a walk among other things, well, here is your opportunity to let me take a walk with them for a while."

"You know that's not the problem, Thomas Shelby. The problem is that you're bringing another woman to take my place." She screamed.

"Come on, you know lately things aren't the same between us so why the fuck do you care? Literally the whole world knows you're my wife. This is my last word." he yelled.

And when he least expected it she was there trying to make him stop taking them. She obviously didn't make it.

She tried to cry but then she thought better of it. One crying and the other at a party dancing, how ironic. She felt pathetic as always. All she could do was go to bed.

Being there she began to think back to the night before, how Alfie touched her, and how much she wanted to repeat that experience one more time.

It was morning, when she was going down the stairs and reaching the dining room he was surprised when he saw Thomas and the children eating and laughing together.

"My love, what are you laughing at? I hope you don't have too much fun without Mommy." she said to her son.

"Yesterday we met dad's friend."

"Really? I hope you had fun together." She decided to sit down and eat, she knew they were talking but she ignored them. For the first time in her life, she didn't care what they said.

And just as she had predicted, Thomas was slowly making that woman replace her. She tried to avoid it of course, she even ran away with the children once.

Always failed attempts. But what made her stop trying was what her daughter had said to her father while she thought she wasn't listening.

"I really like her, in fact I like her a little better than mom. Mommy lately only complains and tries to separate us from you and your friend, daddy."

"But you won't let her, will you?" Thomas said as he caressed his daughter's face.

"Nope, she'll have to accept it"

She had broken his heart, her own daughter liked that woman better. Then she began to realize that Thomas intentionally left the doors open so that she could hear how her children talked about her, what broke the camel's back was when she heard her son say that he didn't like her, and that she was boring.

But obviously, Thomas's lover was the perfect woman for them.

She gave up.

It had already been 6 weeks since those things. She had only been in charge of cleaning, despite the fact that her employees told her not to do it, she needed a catharsis.

That day, while she was cleaning, Thomas spoke to her.

“Hi" he said.

"Hi"

"I came to tell you that I am going to a meeting today and I was planning for you to come with me"

"Pardon?" she said stunned by the proposal.

"I was saying it in case you wanted to talk to your friends and stuff. If you don't want to, I can do that-"

He didn't finish speaking and she had already interrupted him saying that she could go. It was already night, she had spent the whole day waiting for the moment in which she would finally get out of her prison.

"Are you ready? They already came looking for us" She nodded, as she walked.

When she arrived at the meeting, she realized that it was not just a meeting, but a party.

"You didn't tell me we were coming to a party"

"You didn't ask me"

They had entered the site and within a minute they already had a man talking to Tommy. She hadn't seen him before. There were a lot of people she didn't know.

The one she did know was the man she approached after.

“Hi, mate. And who's this beautiful young lady?” She was surprised that he didn't recognize her, was she forgettable?

"She's my wife."

"Ah" He kept looking at her and in the moment she realized that he did remember her. She could only tell that he was smirking and that probably he would use that information later. Thomas talked to him about some things but she didn't pay much attention. 

In fact, Thomas moved her a little away from where they were so she wouldn't listen. She remembered when she trusted her husband and her husband trusted her.

But that was before.

When they finished talking she saw Thomas start a conversation with a woman, he didn't even wonder who she was anymore.

What took her gaze from Thomas's from her was seeing Mr. Solomons approaching her.

"You're so miserable" He said as he approached, not saying a hello or anything. "It saddens me, mate"

"Could we talk somewhere a little more...private?" She began to take him to a place where there were almost no people to talk to.

"Look, the thing between both of us... it was a little accident that I know we can both keep up with, right?"

"Fuckin' unbelievable you are.” he said smiling mischievously.

#smut #no use of y/n #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x oc #alfie solomons x oc #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x female reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine

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Just an Accident.

Tommy shelby x Original Female Character, Alfie Solomons x Original Female character. (it also works like reader cuz she doesn't have any descriptions or name)

Warning: mentions of smut, cheating, unhappy marriage, thomas being kinda neglectful.

This is planned to be a series.

The only thing she felt was regret.  She regretted marrying him, but she regretted even more that she had fallen madly in love with him.

She thought that while she was in bed, not expecting him since he used to go off with one of his whores.

The truth was that she did not suffer anymore, it no longer hurt that he was with those women. She thought that she still remembers the first time she found out about it.

She was talking with her friends while they were having tea, sometimes they talked about other women and her husbands but she didn't really like talking about that. Her group of friends was short and reduced by her husband, after all it was normal that not everyone wanted to be her friend.

"Have you heard about poor Amy? They say her husband left her for another woman. She still lives in her house and they are married but it's obviously not the same anymore." one of her friends said.

"Poor her. Although, you know, we're not too far from women like that."

"What are you talking about?" she said, stunned, since she didn't know of anyone else to whom something similar happened.

"Not to be cruel or anything but, honey, lately your husband has been seen with whores."

She didn't know what to answer, she felt dizzy and nauseated, but she still had questions to ask.

"Since when? Since when have you seen him?"

"Ever since you had your son, they've been seeing him on those wanderings ever since."

She began to cry, and cry.

I was dying but since they didn't see blood they didn't care.

Her friends comforted her with little whispers that told her not to cry, that he didn't deserve her and that all marriages go through crises.

She now remembered that moment and she felt sad, only that it was no longer because of that constant infidelity but because of her own misery and instability. She was not just sad, but pathetic.

She remembered that she thought that she would never be happy again, and that she would never be the same. Although she was correct in that, she would never be the same again.

She remembered the days after the news, the resentment that she had towards that man who at some point came to defend in all arguments with cloak and sword. He was reading. It was ironic that he was so peaceful while she was going through the most difficult time of her life.

"It's good that you arrived. How are the children?" he said in his bid for a decent conversation.

She decided to ignore him, after all it wasn't worth yelling at him and claiming him, although she would love to do it.

"Well, they are taking their classes among other things, although they would like to see you sometime."

"They must understand that I'm not always going to be there for them, I have work to do and they're supposed to understand that they have you"

I had five hundred things to say to him, but I said nothing.

She didn't said anything. Absolutely nothing, that was the moment when she realized that it was not worth trying to talk to that man.

Morning already. She did not realize the moment in which she was lost in dreams. She followed her routine neatly, she did exactly the same thing she did every day when she woke up.

Obviously she realized that Thomas hadn't slept with her, he probably would have slept somewhere else, in another part of the house or in some woman's bed. There were too many options.

This time she decided to do something different.

She was going to a party without Tommy. Still she knew he probably wouldn't really care, he would scold her and complain but she knew he didn't care.

I already accepted it but it still makes me sad.

Although she would do that at night, when she no longer had any obligation as such.

It was already night and she already had her dress on, she had already asked for a ride so transportation would not be a problem this time. As she sat in the car she thought about how the night would be.

Upon her arrival, her friends greeted her, obviously surprised that she wasn't there with him.

Although they really did know that she wasn't with him, they just didn't expect her to come.

"What do you tell me? Is there new news?"

"Well let me tell you, if there's actually any new news, you're one of it. What surprised us before you got here is that Tommy is with another woman right now." Said one of them.

"What?" She started looking around for Thomas and found him, he was there with a woman next to her while she was talking to a man. She had recognized the man she was talking to, she just didn't recognize the girl he was with at all.

It was obvious to her that he had not seen her, she understood it, surely he thought that she had stayed at home following her miserable routine.

"It doesn't matter." She said "I'll have fun without him tonight"

"But I don't think you'll be approached by anyone, you know? No one wants to get in trouble with your husband." She was right, she should find a way to have fun without problems.

"Well, how about we go drink something? I do not know. I'd like to have fun like I did when I was a teenager." Her friends accepted and went to drink a little.

That was one of the last things she remembered.

By the time they got to the bar and their drinks were brought, everything was a blur. It was obvious that she had gotten drunk, she knew that much.

What she didn't know was when she got to her house. She didn't know when she had slept with a man either, she knew it wasn't Thomas.

When she woke up, she could only see his back because of the position he was in, she felt her curiosity consuming her quickly. She needed to see who that man was.

When she got out of bed she knew exactly who he was.

It was Alfie Solomons.

Her husband hadn't known him for a long time and they weren't friends, Thomas never told her anything about business so she really had no idea what kind of relationship the two had.

She tried to wake him up, failing 3 times. She started changing her clothes while she was thinking about how she could have slept with him.

She started to check herself and she realized that he had left her covered with bruises on her legs. She was grateful that she hadn't left anything around her neck, at least so she could hide it. She decided to go to the dining room to have breakfast, finding no one.

Thomas wasn't there.

Nobody was there.

She went to call her children to come eat, something she commonly did, she liked that the first thing her children saw was her. As they ate she kept wondering why life had put Alfie in her way, and how it would turn out.

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x oc #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x female reader #alfie solomons x oc #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #smut #no use of y/n

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Everything I want?

Tywin Lannister x fem!reader.

Warnings: smut, age gap, abuse of power, oral (male receiving)

ik this is short but it's something <3 also I posted this on Ao3!

You had no idea how to feel. Everything had been so fast.

You were Prince Tommen's nanny and you never expected this.

You were putting Tommen to sleep, the youngest, he was a chubby boy but full of love, you were happy that you hadn't had to take care of joffrey when he was little. You loved children, it was unfortunate that you didn't have them, you had always wanted one.

You had also wanted someone to love you in a romantic way. Being the Prince's Nanny you could have the luxury of reading some romantic books, your favorites were those that a Lord with many lands fell in love with the woman who took care of his children. You did not expect King Robert to fall in love with you, he was a fat man who was also drunk and womanizer, you wanted an honorable man to keep himself only for you.

You were in your thoughts when you realized that you had forgotten that you were sleeping Prince Tommen. When he was already asleep and you had to leave the room, you heard the door opening and the first thing you saw was Tywin Lannister, the queen's father.

— My Lord, what are you doing here? — you said nervously. —I was already finishing putting Prince Tommen to sleep, I was leaving.

— I came to see my grandson, I guess it's not a crime that I want to see someone from my family. Or do you think it is a crime, girl?

— No my lord, I have never said that. I did not mean to disrespect my lord.

— You have not wanted to but you've done it twice since I arrived. I will not tolerate your insolence.

— My lord, I implore you to forgive me for any kind of offense I have done. I'll do whatever you tell me, anything, but please don't retaliate for the matter. — You said while kneeling down.

— Anything I tell you to? — You agreed.

 

And minutes later you found yourself sucking Tywin's Lannister cock and surprisingly, it wasn't that bad. It was large, you sucked it hard and kissed the tip a lot of times.

It wasn't the romantic thing you always wanted, you never imagined you'd be doing this. As you sucked on it you thought about how much older he was, compared to you. Also, you pictured him fucking you.

You thought about the fact that you considered Tywin a fearsome man, who was supremely superior than you, so the idea of sucking him while he forced you to fill your mouth with all his dick was so arousing.

He was already so close so you wanted to stop sucking but he kept your mouth there. When he cummed he asked you to stick out your tongue to see his seed all over your mouth.

— Use your fingers and take out what is in your mouth. Do not throw it away or waste it. — You started to do what he told you, when you already had it in your fingers you waited for his instructions. — Now put it inside of you. — You looked at him for a few seconds to see if what you thought this man was telling you to do was really that. Seeing that he didn't hesitate, you started to put everything in your pussy, satisfying yourself.

— Next time I'll make that instead of your fingers it is my cock that puts my seed inside you.

After that he left you with nothing, only with the feeling of having been used.

#tywin lannister x reader #tywin imagine #charles dance #game of thrones #age gap #got smut #idk lol #hotd imagine

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Where has your morality gone?

Pairing: Tywin Lannister x female reader

warnings: age gap, abuse of power, overstimulation, smut.

Note: Take this while I make the part 2 of my another Tywin fic 💋

— Enough, this is wrong. We must stop.

— I decide when we finish and that time has not yet come.

Your small and subtle moans could be heard if you were attentive enough. Tywin kept touching your breasts with one hand and with the other your thighs. He liked to tempt you and that was obvious.

It felt so good but at the same time you felt so bad, so guilty. After all, He was old to be your parent, He had older children than you and you still had to stay a virgin for your future husband, if he ever came. It felt bad that it felt so good. He had taken you to the tower of his hand so he could touch you without anyone seeing them, saying:

— I couldn't keep my patience, my dear — he whispered as he touched your dress with intentions to remove it. — For the seven hells, you have taken away what I need most in these moments of war. I must punish you for it, as the king's hand I order you to take off that dress you have right now.

You remembered that while you kissed him on the neck and he fucked you at a table, you groaned the pleasure this man gave you, you had your feet trying to keep it there for as long as possible, and he realized.

— I thought this was wrong, that it was immoral. I see you trying to grab me with your legs and I just ask myself where has your morality gone? What happened to that quiet maiden? You have become promiscuous, if you let me tell you. But be calm, as a hand I am obliged to help solve the problems of citizens and at this moment I am helping you, right? I am helping your need.

All you could do was whisper slightly "yes" again and again, it was as if you had been dodged and that the only thing left of you was a young girl in need. You started to climax and you couldn't stand it, you didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing you reach an orgasm but his member inside you was hitting your insides very satisfactorily. He told you not to endure your orgasm and ended up running with him inside you.

Minutes had passed and he was still getting in and out his member of you. Overstimulating you.

— What are you doing? — You said prolonging the "A" and pronouncing the S as a Z, you were so overstimulated that you couldn't even speak well. He didn't answer you, all he did was pinch one of your nipples and then suck it. At the time later he started to catch you faster and starting to put his seed inside you.

— No, no, remove it, you can leave me with son.

— I want to leave you with my son, stupid girl. You said you loved the Lannister family the day we met, so let me make it bigger. Also, I will not allow you to drink moon tea.

You have no idea what are you going to do now. But for some reason, the idea of having Tywin's son didn't bother you so much.

#hotd smut #game of thrones #house of the dragon #no use of y/n #smut #hotd fanfic #tywin lannister #tywin imagine #tywin x reader #tywin lannister x reader #age gap

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What will you do about it?

Tywin Lannister x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is an old friend of Cersei, but after years without seeing each other Reader realizes that Tywin is more excited about seeing her than Cersei.

Warnings: age-gap, manipulation, Tywin Lannister.

You were used to the presence of the Lannisters, after all you could consider Cersei as an ally, since they have grown up together, despite the fact that she was a few (if not enough) years older than you. They talked about boys together too, like when she said that she was engaged to Rhaegar of the Targaryen house. She really talked more about those issues than you, for a long time all you did was listen and agree with her.

Now that you two were adults, the two of you couldn't get together as much as before. She married Robert Baratheon, the king. And you hadn't married anyone at all. You didn't understand why it was that no one wanted to be with you, it depressed you and made you feel inferior to other women. Whenever someone wanted to be with you something suddenly happened to them so they couldn't be with you.

After so many years, you came back to Kings Landing for a celebration that King Robert was having. You didn't usually go to those kinds of celebrations, but they were enjoyable according to what the few colleagues you had told you. You had also received an invitation where Cersei told you to go, that she had something important to tell you.

When you arrive you see King Robert next to Cersei, on the other hand there was a table where his children were. When you saw Cersei again, she greeted you cordially as she got up from where she was.

— Dear, I'm glad you're here, as you never come to any. Although I understand you, between so many parties you no longer live a normal life. — she said, finally with an obviously fake giggle. Even though you were sure that only those who know her well notice her.

— I came for the letter I received, I am interested in knowing what it is about.

— Which letter? Dear friend, please don't tell me that at such a young age you suffer from a bad memory, I can call a maester f you need it. - She said laughing a little mockingly.

You kept quiet because you knew there was no way you could get the better of Cersei in an argument. You decided to go a little deeper into the castle, or rather, you decided to sneak into the castle. But when you were advancing you heard a voice.

What are you doing here, miss? You should be enjoying the dance and the celebration. — Seeing who said that, you saw Tywin Lannister, Cersei's father whom you knew for a long time.

— I wonder the same thing, what is my lord doing here? You should be enjoying yourself too.

— Oh, believe me I'm enjoying myself here. Can you answer my question why you are here?

— I'll answer it if you answer mine.

— It must be very satisfying to believe that others must obey when you ask them for something.

— It does not feel bad, I admit it.

— It's also very naive.

— But I bet it works for me every time.

— I'm glad there are people who feed your delusions of grandeur.

When he said that you decided to go to the party but he took your arm.

— It's rude for a lady to walk away from a conversation, I know why you're not married yet.

— That is not of your incumbence!

— I'm sorry if I hit a nerve with my comment.

The two shared looks that said everything. For some reason after a while you felt strange being with him now. You wondered if it was the fact that you were so alone that you were desperate.

— Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the celebration. – Tywin looked at you as you left, with a look that seemed as if he had been waiting for this a long time, with a small smirk on his lips.

When you arrived you immediately started dancing with a Lord, after all this I could get you a husband. But something interrupted your dance.

—Would you give me the pleasure of dancing with the beautiful lady?— He said getting closer. You thought that maybe Tywin didn't remember that his daughter was one of the hostesses, since that's when Cersei arrived.

— I thought you didn't like dances, father.

— It depends on the person. — He looked at you with his eyes as deep as a poem of two lovers. Looking at him you felt a tingle in your belly. God, how you needed it.

Cersei left looking at you with her penetrating gaze. Tywin ignored it and began to dance with you. Most of them were surprised that Tywin Lannister danced with a woman, well, that he danced himself was crazy.

— I'm glad that you finally asked me to dance, I felt like you were watching me from afar. You obviously haven't courted anyone in a couple of years.

— I saved the experience for someone special.

You wanted him to stop flirting and start kissing you but it would be so inappropriate.

— In the end, you never told me why you were here.

— I came for a letter someone sent me, I thought it was Cersei but she denied it. — when you said it Tywin approached your ear and whispered

— How would you react if I told you it was me? I was the one who sent you that letter. I've been the one who makes your suitors walk away.

You got upset but all he said was — What will you do about it? —

I haven't edit this yet so if I have smth wrong pls tell MEEEEE

#hotd smut #game of thrones #house of the dragon #no use of y/n #smut #hotd fanfic #tywin lannister #tywin x reader #tywin imagine #charles dance

[daenakills]

Only an Illusion II

Pairing: Otto Hightower x female reader.

Summary: After your lover's rejection you decide to submit to marriage not entirely desired.

Warnings: slight angst ig, age gap, oc (but it's not what u think), me trying to write for otto without being so ooc, rejection, SMUT.

Your tears caressed your face knowing that Otto Hightower didn't want to see you anymore. It was a frightening feeling, you weren't going to lie to you so much, but there was something that made you believe it was maybe the best. Perhaps it was better to focus less on your love life, so for that reason you decided to ask your mother to marry whoever she wanted, with whom she seemed more apt. After all, she had already warned you that love was something that was not worth fighting for so much.

It had been 2 weeks since what happened and you were surprised not to hear news from your mother promising someone your hand. The gods listened to you and your mother came excited to tell you something.

— "My dear, I have good news, we have found the best game for you!" — She began to tell you how he was and that he was from a good family. He was a Lord named Alisteir Royce. You were going to be honest and realize that you had never heard that name in your entire life, yet you let your mother jump and celebrate.

>>> Dear Mother, how did you find out about that?

— "We received a letter, it seems that the boys are already eager to be with you"— she exclaimed excitedly

>>> "But do you know him?"

"My dear, I'm offended that you think your mother doesn't review the candidates," she said in a slightly mocking tone, talking as if she wasn't your mother.

The more you thought about it, the more nervous you became. You felt that it was an irrational nervousness but it consumed you. Your father had warned you that in a few days you would travel to see him.

Imagine your surprise to learn that this same man was Otto Hightower's pupil, just thinking about seeing him again made your eyes water.

It was already the day, your mother decided that you should wear a dress in a color that matched the colors of your house, it was to your liking even though honestly it was tight, I guess to show your figure more. They gave you a hairstyle that was like the ones the royal women wore in Kings Landing.

When you arrived you were greeted by absolutely no one, it was almost depressing that your parents decided not to accompany you, you would have liked some kind of moral support. Even so, you didn't let that bother you and you continued touring the castle; there was a part of you that wondered why the date was in Kings Landing instead of going directly to the land of your perhaps fiancé. You kept walking and focused on your thoughts, you didn't look ahead and bumped into someone.

— "My apologies" – you said without thinking, looking ahead at who you saw was a knight with slightly dark hair, skin kissed by the sun.

— "Don't worry, my lady." — he said in a very polite way. You took the moment to ask him:

— "Excuse me, do you happen to know where Alisteir Royce is? They told me that he is the apprentice of the king's hand." – you said while every time he uttered a word he seemed to disagree with what he said.

— "My lady, here there is no man with that name, besides the hand of King Otto Hightower has no apprentice, I think whoever told you that lied to you, I am so sorry"

You thanked him and after that you couldn't stop thinking that someone would win by faking this, maybe it had been someone who wanted to see you hurt and that thought worried you. What worried you the most was that someone saw when you kissed Otto...

You were thinking when someone broke into your thinking.

— "My lady, I need to take you somewhere, someone is calling you" – said a short man who looked like he wanted to hide something. You seriously thought about whether to go or not, but in the end you decided to go, after all this was the royal castle, nothing bad would happen to you.

During the way you realized that the man was coming out of the castle with corridors that you had never seen before. You asked him to let go of your hand, which he was clasping tightly, making you question how much strength this short man had. But he kept repeating that he would not let go since you had decided your fate moments before. The fact that he said "your fate" scared you even more, you wondered what he was going to do to you and where he was going to take you. In your mind they went through all your possible destinations, all worse than the other.

Upon reaching your destination there was a door, the man signaled for you to enter, you decided to obey since at this moment he had the power, and you feared what could happen if you refused.

What you saw was Otto. Yes, the hand of the king, the same one who had rejected you, the same one who considered that you were not convenient.

— Darling, you finally arrived, I thought I was going to grow roots from waiting so long. I hope you enjoyed the drive to get here, it's honestly a moving sight. – He said sarcastically, as always. It was one of the things you liked about him.

— Get to the point and say why I'm here. – He got up from his chair and began to get closer and closer to you.

— I just wanted to see how you were, I'll be honest and say that I missed you. – He said as he caressed your dress in a very intimate but not obscene way.

He started to undo your dress by tearing it up, something that went against his calculating nature. Right now it looked like an animal taking its prey. You told him to stop even though inside you didn't want him to stop, but you considered those attitudes inappropriate since you wouldn't have as much value for a future marriage.

— Don't worry, I'll take care that you get married anyway, there are many men who are willing to have a non-virgin woman. But they won't find out that she was fucked by the king's hand. That's just between the two of us. — With his hand he was putting two fingers inside you roughly, although for some reason you loved it.

After a while repeating the movement he slammed you against the desk to put his male member inside you.

after that you didn't remember anything else, only the body of the two colliding, giving a sound of applause. When you felt that he was going to ejaculate, you felt more excited than ever. They had already finished when he spoke.

— I'll give you tea in a second, just let me put it in for a minute." – You didn't know if he knew that this could leave you with a child, but you felt so full that you couldn't form words.

I love making men break dresses I'm so sorry 😔🤷‍♀️

#no use of y/n #hotd smut #game of thrones #house of the dragon #otto hightower #otto hightower x reader #older man younger woman #smut #hotd fanfic

[daenakills]

PAIRINGS: Otto Hightower x fem!reader.

Warnings: Age gap.

Season: 1

Notes: i plan on doing a part 2 but not tomorrow yk. Thanks for all the support!!

A sunny day, seeing the most beautiful flower garden while talking to your confidante and best friend Alicent Hightower.  It was definitely a beautiful morning, and maybe it would have been more so if you weren't feeling a lump in your throat as you conversed with her.  The talk was going in a way that wasn't strange at all, you just felt you had to tell her something, you didn't know that she was bothering you so much, of course;  such complicated feelings could only have you. It was such a nonsense situation.

— What is it that you are feeling my lady? I noticed the fact that you have not talked since we shared how our days were going. You know you can tell me everything, as we both are good friends. — Alicent words felt flattering. You knew she did not think about you as her best friend nor her confidant. The princess was her confidant, you were just her side friend.

— I do not know, it's only a weird feeling I have, nothing more, so do not worry my dear friend.

Time passed and you began to realize what was happening. Alicent's father. You didn't know what was happening to you, you had never thought about him in such an inappropriate way. The septas wouldn't be proud of some thoughts that ran through your mind when you got to see him.  In his elegant clothes, it was obvious that as a young man he must have been a handsome man.  And so your unrequited love would have been justified;  but he wasn't, he was a man who must have been a little older than your father and older than your mother.

And before your love could expand further, Alicent stopped seeing you.  Some of your time together was given to Rhaenyra and King Viserys. It was very unfair to you, you stopped seeing all your close friends to focus your time on Otto. Not to see Alicent, although she was to your liking, we could say that her father was much more to your liking.

And when you finally found an occasion to talk to him, you saw him with her. You saw Otto.

— Dear Father, this is my friend that I talked about.  Alicent said with a cordial smile, more for her father than for you.  At the same time you bowed to show your respect towards him.

- Sir, it is a great pleasure to meet you, I have heard a lot about you and your work as hand of the king.  I feel like you're doing a great job.  — You said, shortly after he answered.

— It is good that there is a lady who is interested in feats of the hand, most of them focus on praising the king. Although I recommend that you try to find out more about each other's work instead of using the things they have done as a compliment, I suppose that if I were to ask you at this moment what I have done, you would not be able to tell me.  — You didn't know what to answer, the way he had said it was so sarcastic that for some reason he made you fall in love more. This was a man, not like all the boys who based their masculinity on which of them are better at fighting.

All you did was say yes and go with Alicent to talk. While you were talking to her you decided to find out what part of the castle he was, how his schedules were. Obviously without it being obvious to her so she wouldn't suspect anything. And that's where you planned everything. You were going to visit him at night, without anyone seeing you.

It It was already very dark so you decided it was time to go. Inexplicably you were able to get to his room, when you entered you saw him writing a letter. Only a mad man would write a letter in the night, yet you were still intrigued by what he did.

It was already very dark so you decided it was time to go. Inexplicably you were able to get to his room, when you entered you saw him writing a letter. Only a mad man would write a letter in the night, yet you were still intrigued by what he did.

— Sorry to interrupt my lord, I guess I confused your room with Alicent's. I withdraw.— At the moment of saying that he said:

— Let's be serious my lady, you know perfectly well that this is not Alicent's room. Even so, I will allow you the benefit of telling me why you are in my room at this hour. — You felt ashamed, maybe this whole idea was wrong from the beginning and it was just you being silly.

— My lord, could you tell me that she writes at this hour of the night? If you don't mind of course. — you tried fo focus in another things.

— Personal notes. — He answered shortly.

When you got closer to see what he wrote, you realized that they were erotic notes about a young woman. You felt envy, but then you understood that he was talking about you, about what he wanted to do to you. About your love not being one-sided.

#otto hightower x reader #hotd smut #game of thrones #house of the dragon #smut #otto hightower #age gap #hotd imagine #no use of y/n

[daenakills]

Pairing: Larys Strong x Female reader

Era: Season 1

Warnings: manipulation, oral ( female receiving), a little sub! Larys, jealousy.

Life as the sister of Alicent Hightower was not easy, you knew that. Once she had her second child with King Viserys I your sister decided to move you to the castle, you were left with nothing more to do than stay to wait for you to marry someone. Your father at that time was obviously more focused on manipulating her and the king, therefore constantly forgot about your presence or existence in general. Then he stopped being the king's hand, but that is not a topic that is discussed in family gatherings.

The only thing that was easy was to sneak between the castle and talk to Larys Strong. He was considered an outcast because he was disabled, but you were a very interesting man. Besides, he knew your sister well for what they could talk quietly.

Princess Rhaenyra preferred to talk to Sir Harwin Strong, the attractive brother of Larys, and you thought you could understand her. Therefore one day you decided to change plans and talk to him for the first time, at least to know what you were missing. He was a man with a lot of charisma and it was easy to find a conversation with him. You stayed so long talking to the one you forgot to go to see Larys as you did weekly. Once he found you all he did was look at you both with a strange resentment, something you had not seen in the man previously.

You decided to ignore the behavior and go to your room, when you arrived, you found Larys in your bed, sitting, as if you were waiting for you to arrive.

— Larys, how can I help you? If you wanted to talk to me could have said when we met in the afternoon. —You said, nervous, you looked into his eyes and knew perfectly that something strange was happening to him.

— It's not important, my lady. I know that for you nothing I can give you will be enough.

—My lord, how can you say that? What are you trying to tell me?

— I don't know, ask my brother, it seems that he overcomes any kind of resource that I can give you.

You couldn't understand how he thought that, since you always listened to him and even listened to his advice. But you decided to answer him in the only way you could think of.

— My Lord, how can I make you feel my loyalty to you?

And that's how you were as you were now with your legs wide open while he ate your womanhood. It felt so good. He did it as if he savored the best delicacy, while he touched himself hard, like he was desperate for making you feel good.

You had heard of women who had husbands who liked to mark them or tie them to beds, but he only wanted to watch over your pleasure.

After a few more minutes you started to feel something strange in your belly, but it was such an exciting sensation that it was driving you crazy. When you finally reached your peak you let out a tiny moan and at that moment Larys started kissing you. It was a deep tongue kiss, it was full of passion and for some reason you realized that he probably wanted this from before.

Although you begged him with all your soul to fuck you he refused, not wanting to steal your virginity as it would be more difficult to marry a Lord later.

— And what if I married you?— you said, but it was too late, he was already gone.

this mans so fine i wanna lick him

if i put any word wrong pls tell me, English isn't my first language.

#larys strong #larys strong x reader #hotd smut #house of the dragon #smut #strong #no use of y/n #game of thrones