#cheating tw

[married-but-available]

[mintmatcha]

Minttt, give us a little Boyfriend's Dad. Any old thing will do ;)

..... he hears the creaks of bedsprings that you two try to hide. since you and his son moved in, he's become very aware of your weekly routine. 9pm, theres the hints of whispers and the creaks of the bedframe as his son shifts on top of you. the man does nothing to keep his voice down, growling as you try to quiet him.

he knows the moment his son slides his cock into you because its followed by three slams of the headboard and then nearly instantly groaning, none of it from you.

his son is only on top of you for thirty seconds at a time before you're scurrying off to the bathroom alone-

Its sad, really, how pent up you are, how ignored your pussy is. he tries to behave, to not think about it, but then he runs into you in the middle of the night, him in his boxers, you in a lacy set his son certainly doesnt deserve. the fridge illuminates your silhouette as you wrap your lips around a strawberry, juice dribbling down your lips.

"Sorry-" You wipe a dribble of juice from your lips, then your tit. "I was just craving something."

"be careful," he whispers, low. "you're going give me ideas."

you let the fridge door close and the room goes dark. "what kind of ideas?"

"Bad ones." He steps closer, until he's only inches away from you. his son didn't fuck you tonight, he knows that. you're much too starry eyed, much too breathless. "Really, really bad ones."

Your hand rests on his chest and he takes his moment, his own palms finding the fat of your ass. He selfishly kneeds them for a moment, enjoying the feeling of a young body in his hands. Then, he pulls your hips into his and lets you feel his half hard cock between you, growing with every second. You physically tremble at the contact, but don't pull away.

"Fuck," you whisper, not pulling away. "You're so big."

"Gets bigger." He grinds his hips forward and you gasp, clinging on to him tighter.

[marmelade-sky]

so many fics out there where shane cheats on his mid boyfriend with Ilya... and I love them all BUT what about Ilya cheating on his boyfriend with Shane

[sammyshuno]

Amethyst finally got the whim to break things off with Annie, which means she can focus more on raising Amber and repairing her relationship with Sienna. 🖤

[villain-hotline]

⋆.˚ ──୨ৎ── ⋆.˚ very bad girlfriend ⋆.˚ ──୨ৎ── ⋆.˚

tw: fem!mahito, cheating, dubcon, toxic relationship. [toxic lover series]

the first day you met mahito, she lied.

you sat at the bar, waiting patiently for your friend who had gone to the bathroom almost five minutes ago. maybe there was a line. maybe there were only three stalls. or maybe she needs your help. you hopped of the stool and turned to head in her direction when you felt a heavy body against yours.

"i'm sorry." you said to the girl whose drink was spilled all over you and her. the alcoholic liquid was soaking against her exposed chest and causing her black dress to cling to her.

"ah and to think i was going get some action tonight." she laughed as she pushed her soft bluish gray hair behind her shoulders. this simple action exposed the stitches on her body. you looked up at her face where two long stitches were present. her mismatched eyes flickered from your chest back to you.

"i'm sorry for staring." you quickly apologised as you reached for some napkins near by and handed them to her. such pretty eyes, such a pretty smile.

"it's okay. i get the stares all the time. " she grinned, "i'm mahito."

"y/n." you smiled.

"pretty name." mahito said. "you here with a boyfriend? girlfriend?"

"oh no, with my friend... she went to the bathroom.. you?"

"no one." mahito smiled. "just me."

you nodded. "you can hang with us, if you'd like. it would give me a chance to buy you a drink to apologize, unless you .."

"i'd love to." she grinned, and that was all it took before you were being pushed through the doorway of mahito's apartment. her lips on yours, her hands roaming your soft curves. you pushed the door close and the lock clicked. the dark room was cool, but right now, with the alcohol pulsing through your veins, and the pretty girl on you, your body was one fire.

"you're so hot." your voice strangled as she immediately jumped on you for another kiss. your purse fell to the floor. heels clattered against the hardwood. mahito giggled at your eagerness. she followed suit, kicking off her shoes and flinging her bracelet somewhere.

"so are you." she teased, "even hotter without this." mahito reached for your dress and hiked it over your hips. her fingers rubbing you through your panties. your body reacted, arching up, against hers.

"take it off then." you pushed the straps of her dress down her arms.

"oh you're so demanding," mahito teased as she pushed you down against the couch. you looked up at her, the moonlight glowed behind her, illuminating her figure. she must have been an angel. you gasped as she unzipped her tight black dress. she pulled it down her body, exposing more sinister stitches against her pale skin. mahito cooed at you and she climbed over your body. "you're not scared are you? sometimes a little fear is hot." she teased, her lips ghosting over yours.

"what. the. fuck." light flooded the room as a deeper voice ripped your attention away from her. a taller, handsome man stood in the doorway. he had long, black hair and black piercings.

"suguru." mahito sat up, she fakes a smile, "aren't you supposed to be on a trip?"

"no?" suguru had a look of utter confusion on his face, "i said satoru tripped and i'm going to see if he's okay."

"that's why you didn't take your bag." mahito sighed as she grinded against your thigh.

"you have a boyfriend?" you shouted. "you lied?" you pushed mahito off your body. she rolled off and laughed.

"aww look at you having morals." mahito gave you another smile as she grabbed your wrist with unsuspecting strength.

"stop, you ah ." you were so frustrated you had no idea what to say. you twisted your wrist out of her grip and grabbed your bag as you walked towards the door. "i'm so so sorry." you said to suguru who was looking down at you expressionless.

"he doesn't care." mahito sounded annoyed as she ran off the couch and followed you.

"i do actually care." suguru mumbled.

"oh shut up." mahito glanced at him.

"i.. i can't do this," you reached for the doorknob, when mahito slammed the door shut.

"you need to relax."

"you need to step away from the door." you eyed her.

"how did you manage to get hotter when you're mean?" mahito teased as she rest her palms against your shoulders. "come on, it's not cheating, he knows you're here, why not have some fun?" you looked at mahito, then back at suguru who had a devious look on his pretty face. what the hell did you just get into?

[saintshigaraki]

when you're trying to escape your relationship with kaiser so you cheat on him hoping that'll be enough for him to drop you but you actually just wake up the next morning in his basement with no memory on how you got there and him standing over you with the creepiest smile you've ever seen

[zoozvie]

You’re a Duchess wearing a standard dress for the Regency era, one with a square neckline, and it’s driving knight!Levi insane to maintain control and not openly stare at the freckle adorning your cleavage.

His eyes are suspiciously flickering to areas above both of your heads when you look his way, and knight!Levi’s hand clutches the hilt of his blade so tightly that you notice patterns in his palm when he reaches out to assist you in exiting your carriage.

Before you make your way inside, as manners insist, you turn and bow your head to give the Duke, Erwin, a farewell. And after he and the coachmen glance away, you bow again in thanks to knight!Levi. Tugging the neckline of your dress down for him to view the angry indentations of a bite mark that decorates your breast, just below the freckle he had become so captivated by.

He is quick to secretly adjust his trousers, and assures that while the Duke was busy doing fuck all on his own property—where it would be unnecessary to be guarded—knight!Levi shall lend his support to Her Grace while she settles back home after the long journey.

[kraeted]

contains: sawamura daichi x female reader + 40 yo host dad daichi + 21 yo au pair reader + fluff-ish + daichi is married and has two daughters + implied cheating? + first interactions + based on this drabble

note: this is supposed to be the first part to a short series, but i often lose the ability to write so who knows if i actually end up writing more. enjoy!

While most people just sat down at their desks, turned their signs to open and started their first classes of the day, Daichi was glad to finally enter his home and take his shoes off his aching feet.

As much as he missed his wife and daughters during his chaotic workweek, he would be lying if he said he didn’t like having the house to himself after a debilitating 24-hour shift. 

Daichi could unwind and eat his breakfast without his puppy-eyed babies staring at him, pleading with him to share his meal even after they had already had their uninterrupted breakfast beforehand. It didn’t matter in what mental state he found himself in, he could never say no to his princesses.

After stowing away his coat and shoes, he walked past the living room to the kitchen —hand rubbing the exhaustion out of one of his eyes— only to do a double take when he noticed a nearly unmoving figure sitting at the dining table. 

Daichi stepped backwards to the doorway of the living room with a curious frown. 

“Oh.” He said surprised. “Hey, kid.”

It had already been nearly a week since you, the newest and temporary addition to his family, had moved into the guest room, but Daichi still had to get used to your presence. 

When you weren’t busy taking his daughters to and from school or their extracurricular activities, you were usually out of the house, doing god knows what. With Daichi’s unusual work and sleeping schedule, he had barely caught a glimpse of you since you had been living with his family. 

“Mr. Sawamura, um, hi—” You looked up from your laptop sitting in front of you, only noticing his presence then. Swiftly, you closed your device like you were looking at something you weren’t supposed to. “Just give me a moment and I’ll get out of your hair.”

A notebook, a few pens and other knickknacks were scattered across your side of the table. You quickly gathered the smaller objects and messily stuffed them into your pencil case before stacking everything on top of each other.

Daichi smiled amused and shook his head. “You don’t have to leave. Technically this is your house now, too.”

A sentiment Mr. and Mrs. Sawamura didn’t seem to share. His wife, Yumi never explicitly told you you couldn’t be in the same room as her, but in the first few days you often caught her, what you could only interpret as ‘what are you still doing here?’ glances when you weren’t attending to her children. You always excused yourself to your room, kept busy with the girls or found something outside of the house to do.

Daichi’s tone seemed sincere, but you still weren’t entirely convinced he actually meant it.

“I just don’t want to be in your way.”

“You’re fine.” He assured you. “I’m going up soon anyway.”

You gave him an unsure nod and Daichi went on about his day, moving on to the kitchen. 

It was hard to ignore his presence. Even with him in the next room, you felt like your every move was being monitored. You straightened your back and disassembled the tower on top of your laptop. This time you made sure not to take up so much room, taking out just one pen to take notes.

You resumed scrolling through the translated list of various activities around the city, bookmarking the most intriguing ones.

From the next room the soft clanks of pots and pans reached you, followed by the beeping of the microwave as Daichi prepared last evening’s left overs. After the end signal, it only took him another moment for him to appear in your peripheral vision as he approached the dining table.

“Do you mind?” He asked, reaching for the chair diagonally across from you.

You forced a smile. “Yeah— I mean no. Go ahead.”

Daichi pulled his phone from his back pocket and sat down. He got comfortable in his seat and whispered his gratitude before starting on his breakfast. 

There was a moment of an uncomfortable silence —probably just uncomfortable to you— filled with closed-mouthed chewing, the inaudible swiping on his screen, the clicking of your mouse and the seconds ticking away on the clock sitting against the wall. 

It was even more impossible to ignore him when he was sitting at the same table as you. Like a moth to a flame, his presence attracted your gaze to him and for the first time since you arrived you got a good look at him. 

Daichi was as handsome as Yumi was beautiful. As far as you knew, the couple was both in their late 30s or early 40s, but noticing his salt-and-pepper hair and the lines in his face, you wondered if there was somewhat of an age gap after all. 

You wanted to tear your eyes away before it became clear you were staring, but you couldn’t help but let them wander to his exposed arms. How didn’t you notice how buff he was before? Comparing him to the pictures hanging around the house from his volleyball days in high school and college, he had grown softer over the years, but his years as a firefighter definitely showed in shirt-hugged biceps. 

Mrs. Sawamura had great taste in men.

“Since when do we have tea?” 

Your gaze flickered up to his and luckily he hadn’t caught you ogling his arms. His attention was fixed on the transparent cup next to your laptop. Embarrassment still warmed your cheeks, your heart picking up at how close you were to making your host think you were a pervert.

It took a moment for you to gather your words. “Oh, it’s from back home. Raspberry leaf tea.”

“Ah, I was about to say.” Daichi smiled short of a laugh. “We’re more of a coffee household.” 

“I’m also more of a coffee person. This just helps relieve. . .” You stopped yourself from giving away way too much information, mentally face palming yourself for your nerves getting the best of you. “. . . certain symptoms.”

Horrible safe. 

“Is that why you’re staying in today?” Daichi asked.

“Hm?” You expected him to take a moment to think about how to change subjects, but to your surprise he never halted in his movements or response, like it was the most normal thing to discuss with a practical stranger.

“You’re usually already out and about by now.” He chuckled, almost embarrassed, assuming he phrased his question oddly. “I’m just being nosy, you don’t have to answer my question.” 

“Oh, no, you’re fine. I’m just—” not used to others taking an interest in what I do. “I’m not feeling great so I decided to stay in.” 

“If you’re not up to getting the girls later, I’ll go so you can rest up.” Daichi offered without hesitation, like exchanging his well-needed rest with yours was nothing, like they weren’t paying you to take this responsibility off their shoulders. 

You shook your head with a grateful smile. “I should be fine, but thank you sir.” 

“Alright.” He gathered his empty plate and utensils before he got up from the dining table and headed to the kitchen. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” 

As Daichi left you to be on your own once more, a spark of hope ignited in your chest that this new adventure wouldn’t feel so lonely after all.

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