#the adultery fic

[javelinbk]

New fic: Heart of Glass

Meet Paul McCartney. Forty years old. Husband, father of two, teacher turned PhD student. So far, so dull.

Until he meets his new next-door neighbour, a successful writer by the name of John Lennon, who turns his life upside down.

Chapter 1 - Welcome to your life

Chapter 2 - Acting on your best behaviour

Chapter 3 - Turn your back on Mother Nature

Chapter 4 - Lonely rivers flow to the sea

Chapter 5 - To the open arms of the sea

Chapter 6 - Clad in black, don't look back

Chapter 7 - That certain feeling carved by another's hand

Chapter 8 - An offer that cannot be ignored

Chapter 9 - Dreaming is free

Chapter 10 - You can never win or lose if you don't run the race

[winepresswrath]

Your Schrodinger's brother tags re: wwx and jc. One of my favourite AUs to have fun with in my brain is WHAT IF Jiang Cheng is the bastard. As in his bio father is Wen Zhuliu. And he somehow realizes this bc mumblemumblen golden core. Very fun position to put JC in emotionally!!! (If he doesn't figure it out nothing changes from his pov so I need him to find out for him to have emotional turmoil).

This is obviously not canon but I find it fun to think about.

tragically i cannot see yzy ever cheating on jfm but this would break everything inside of jc's brain. possibly at the right time it would actually be freeing in a twisted way! there's a cosmic reason he's bad at jianging and his dad doesn't seem to like him. he can just put it all down and stop trying. of course then he had no identity and no place in the world but you know. trade offs.

[nostalgia-tblr]

if anyone is reading the sylki arranged marriage fic and is willing to be spoilered for it so that i can ask them if the twee ending is twee enough pls message me here on tumblr dot com, thanks in advance.

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[theficpusher]

Human Zoo by jaerie | E | 1209 Harry is a hybrid that was captured for display in an isolated country far from home. Someone from his past could be a savior, but he has other plans.

Twenty-Eight by beardyboyzx | M | 1499 "Can't believe you finally caught him," Niall says, clapping him on the back. He's been there with him on his very first mission, when Twenty-Eight was just the first criminal Harry encountered in his spy career to them. or: Agent Harry Styles has finally caught his nemesis, but there's a knot in the plot he's not ready to detangle.

routine surveillance by disgruntledkittenface | E | 2680 Harry’s training period for the Bureau consists of routine surveillance. One night, it becomes a little less routine.

The Night Market by Anonymous | E | 3000 It’s to earn a bit of extra spending money and have a bit of fun while doing it, that’s all. Harry examines his reflection in the mirror as Niall does up the back of his outfit. The clothes he wore on the train here are already safely tucked away in a locker, along with the key to the thick, heavy collar around his neck. The little green light shines from the centre of it, indicating that he’s available.

excuses for adultery by Anonymous | E | 3588 Louis asks for a break from sex, Harry finds a way to get his needs met. Louis finds his way to get revenge.

Knot's Farms by Anonymous | E | 4774 Hybrid travel visas are much stricter than laws for human travel. About twenty more hoops to jump through, and five times the cost. Louis’ proud, so proud of Harry going off on his first big tour, but he’s realistic, too. They would see barely a dime of that money if they had to spend on a hybrid EU visa. So, he’s spending ten days at Knot’s Farms, one of the higher rated hybrid kennel agencies.

the trolley problem by ThereAreOnlySecrets | E | 7350 In front of him are three men of different ages, but with similar distressed looks on their faces. Beaten and bloody, each one tied to a chair. Panicked, Louis backs away from the sight - and straight into a solid, muscled chest. “What - what is this?” “Oh, this is a little problem I thought you could help me with,” Harry murmurs into his ear lightly. “You see, these three men betrayed me, baby. And I want your help in deciding which one to make an example out of. Now, it’s a very simple game. I will put on a ten-minute timer and by the end of the countdown, you will tell me which one of these very distraught and scared men deserves to die. If you don’t choose anyone…Well, then I will kill all three of them.” This is not how Louis thought his day would go. Please let this be a sick, twisted joke...

The Revelation by creamcoffeelou | E | 8373 Harry feels his edges start to unravel. He can’t find where he ends and where Louis begins.

Lick the Knife by larry_hiatus | E | 13303 Three things about Harry: 1. He wants all of his exes dead. 2. He has a blood kink. 3. He’s Louis’ roommate. Three things about Louis: 1. He’s a serial killer. 2. He hates Harry. 3. He also kind of loves him.

[arunima]

woke up at 3:30 😂 just doin anything

[rescue-ram]

Sometimes I think I want really toxic fucked up tragic BJHawk. Then I realized I don't lmao.

[emmaswanned]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Saga Anderson/Alex Casey Characters: Alex Casey (Alan Wake) Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Adultery, Stream of Consciousness, Post-Canon Summary:

Fucking Saga Anderson is habit-forming. More so than any liquor or drug Casey has ever tried.

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Stream-of-consciousness style fic wherein a post-Bright Falls, traumatized Alex Casey wrestles with his vices - one of those being Saga Anderson.

[novelconcepts]

Lovers come together once again in the wake of another friend lost. (Post S2 finale.)

They aren’t really talking. This is nothing new; Van sometimes thinks not talking is their default. Their thing. If two people could win a medal for failing to communicate, they’d be standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the gold looped around both necks.

[nostalgia-tblr]

does the phrase "sylki cuckolding fic" alarm or intrigue?

[winepresswrath]

i want fic written to my exact specifications about minor ships in small fandoms where most of the content is presumably in another language. what am I supposed to do? write it myself?

[confusedpandabear]

Would you guys read if it I wrote a prequel to Remember Me that is centred around Haru and Gou’s affair before Gou calls off her wedding? 🫣😳

[lumiereswig]

What is your opinion on lumibelle

i find it attractive because i do find the appeal of french-sex-machine vs nerdy-bookworm to be hot. but i haven't written it ever because i've never found a way to really make it work, since you'd have to sideline plumette and adam to make any of the story function (and i love plumette too much to do that, and where the hell do you put adam). I think they occasionally have a passing flirt, but belle knows it's never serious and lumiere just does that with everyone

[edwinspaynes]

the chapter of my fic going up today has a ridiculous number of references to taylor swift's ivy solely because i used the ivy metaphor once at the beginning and rolled with it. i love having complete creative control of my own content. no one's gonna stop me from being a swiftie on main

[livia-dovehallow]

do you think seeing how bad Cecily was in HH era, some nasty enclave member might have said to Gabriel that he can go to some club and shake off the stress, like "maybe it will do you good to look for some woman's attention given your wife is in that state" or things like that?

TW: SEX AND ADULTERY

Absolutely, I think this is plausible. Despite having (slightly) more rights and freedoms as Shadowhunters, women were still seen as the lesser sex and I'm positive that the sentiment that women were meant to be childbearers and produce sons was still prevalent in Nephilim society. (This is about to get long... apologies in advance.)

Gabriel, as we all know, is not that kind of person in the slightest. He is far too loyal to even consider doing such a thing. So I imagine that being told that would anger him greatly. Especially now that he knows what actually happened to his mother, I think his hatred for adultery skyrockets.

I also believe that Cecily is aware of those sort of things being said about her and about Gabriel. While I do think she knows he'd never do that, I imagine that is still a very upsetting thing to hear. Who wants to hear that dozens of people are encouraging your husband to go to brothels and whatnot because you're too sickly and unattractive in your state to satisfy him?

In my mind, I like to think that to actively fight against all that talk and ensure that no one could even begin to think that he has ever done such a thing, he makes certain that he is always seen with somebody. Whether it be Cecily herself, Gideon, Will, the kiddos, or larger groups, he will never be questioned on his wherabouts and every trace of his day can be vetted by somebody who was physically there with him. And he will not go into parts of town that are known to have a reputation of those immoral things.

Cecily trusts him inherently and wholeheartedly, but given that they know each other too well to hide anything from each other, Gabriel would know that it upsets her and so he goes out of his way to ensure that she never has reason to believe he has ever been unfaithful to her. I like to think Gabriel is dramatic in that way. His defining character traits are loyalty and hot-headedness. In this kind of situation, they totally go hand-in-hand.

I also think this is a situation that warrants total cooperation between Will and Gabriel. Obviously, Will would not want people encouraging his brother-in-law to go cheat on his sister and Will would be the first person to kill Gabriel if he did, so if Will is on Gabriel's side and defending their marriage, then there is lesser chance that anyone could try to start that rumor train.

I could literally talk about their loyalty and trust with each other all day long and love to go on the belief that they cannot hide anything from each other even if they tried (which is rare).

[smolvenger]

Stella of Essex, or The Vicar's Wife Betrayed- Prologue: Red Carnations

Summary: The Essex Serpent is reimagined and told from the perspective of Stella Ransome. And with a new ending. Stella must come to terms with not only her mortality but her husband's heartbreaking affair. A portrait of a woman who became The Ideal Lady her time and marriage required her to be. A picture of a marriage of love and bliss torn apart by a husband's infidelity. And Stella herself in the center of it all, torn between a wife's duty and her own quiet but present rage. Where in the midst of devastating heartbreak she gains her strength, finds her voice, and dares to seek freedom, hope...and even revenge.

Pairings: To a Degree Stella Ransome/William Ransome, with a focus on the tragedy of their marriage, and eventually Stella Ransome/Male OC.

Word Count: 614 (Pretty Short)

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Warnings: Good For Her Cinematic Universe, First Person POV, Bye-Bye Canon, This Fic will eventually have an Eventual Major Character Death towards the end, Cheating, and its consequences are discussed, children, marriage, We are very anti-W*lliam and anti-C*ra in this fic, so you have been warned. Sexual content but not smut or anything titillating. Angst. COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

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"Your children's mother, You see won and afflicted,

Made sad by you, And proscribed by you.

You know how once I loved you, cruel one,

Once I was dear to you, cruel one!

I am alone here, without love, driven away..."- Medea by Cherubini, English Translation

“What I did not know was that I had hit upon a truth of womanhood: However blameless the life we lead, the passions and the greed of men could bring us to ruin, and there was nothing we could do.”- Jennifer Saint, Ariadne.

My husband fingered another woman against a tree.

I saw it. I saw it from my window. I watched them like God watches us all.

What little breath I already had was knocked out. I blinked. Wondering if this was a dream. A bad one. And I would wake up again. Maybe I would wake up and feel him next to me. To feel strength in my legs, hunger in my stomach, the fresh air in my lungs, and the chatter of the children and the dog yelping from outside. That I would turn over and see him smile, pat my hair, and sleepily say “Good morning, my Stella, my star.”

Their moans and releases were silent. But I felt as if I could detect the rumble of them like an animal feels the rumble of the floor of an approaching predator.

Perhaps I should have stopped them. But what could I do? Slam the window, yell with my weak lungs? And even if I could, by the time I looked it was too late.

Perhaps it wasn’t him. The man who did that very act to me on our wedding night. It wasn’t the man who swore to love me. The man who promised to forsake all others, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer until death did us part. The man who weekly went to the pulpit to preach of The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. The man who preached studied and discussed the Ten Commandments, including the seventh one. The man who fathered my children. He was downstairs writing his sermon or drinking coffee. It couldn’t be it couldn’t be it couldn’t be it couldn’t be it couldn’t be.

I saw on his head the same hair as my two sons.

No, our two sons.

There was no denying it was him. And there was no denying what they were doing. Pleasuring her. Her. Her. Her. And I could see her mouthing the pucker and the slight drop of the jaw to create his name silently-

William. William. William.

I walked carefully to the wall, hiding. Maybe it was a vision. I looked at the blank brown of the attic, and then back again. To the light where dust fell as snow.

They were still there. And still making love. Trading our wedding bed, soft, carefully carved from the local carpenter as a gift of thanks to his minister on his wedding day, with sheets washed on Thursdays for some ancient, dirty, sharp oak among the thorns, branches, leaves, and snakes.

They never noticed me. And they might tell you they never noticed me.

But I saw them.

I am so sorry. I do not normally speak like this. Speak of such lewd, unspeakable things. What must you think of me? I fear you think I am some base thing. That this is a tale of forbidden desire and lust fulfilled in a moment of passion.

This is not that story. If you think it will be that you are mistaken.

Leave and fulfill your desire to be The Woman somewhere else.

Everyone wishes to be her. They wish to be the glamorous mistress whose beauty led a man away from the bed of his plain, boring, dumpy wife. They don't want to be the wife. No one wants to be. They don't wish to speak of me. People do not wish to acknowledge me. Or tell my story. They don't want to see themselves as me. Dull Stella. Frumpy Stella. Scorned Stella. Plain Stella. Passive Stella. Poor Stella. Unwanted Stella. Undesired Stella. Rejected Stella. Betrayed Stella. So they never speak of me. They don't want to see themselves in my position. They don't want to imagine that the ones they love most might betray them for another. They'd rather be the darling who men obsess over to break their holy oaths.

And yet it still happens.

I tell you this because before my story begins, you must know that this will happen. Because it was the most painful moment of my whole life. I must tell it now or I will be overcome with my own heartbreak as I recall the happy years of my marriage with William to recount it.

This is mine. Not The Woman against the tree. The one who was left watching. The wife who was left behind. Mine. And I cannot remain silent. About that, or before, or after.

And it must be said, read, and listened to.