Aki listening to you complain about your husband…..furrows his brows whenever you tell him what your husband did. Asking if you wanna move the conversation to the bar, it’s more comfortable there of course, so following him there to vent more. He knows he’s skating the line but the two of you technically haven’t done anything yet. No matter how badly he wants to… he shouldn’t feel bad cause he could treat you so much better, right?
Swallows so thickly...
I genuinely do think he's too good a guy to homewreck but maaaaybe he's also too good a guy to watch a friend suffer just bc they're financially entangled or scared or uncertain. He invites you out because he knows it's hard for you to vent on your own; you always end up speaking vaguely or trying to laugh it off, or worse—scrambling to take it back if things start to feel too real. You're looser like this, and he can really listen and let you rely on him. He'll never impose himself on you; he knows telling you that's fucked up or you need to leave will just make you retreat into yourself. Instead, he'll show you the better you deserve—not in a sleazy way, just by giving you things he knows you're missing: a listening ear, permission to have feelings, space that's unconditionally yours...
CW. cheating, nsfw, angst, Dazai, They have sex with a female random person, the boys don't care and toxic
A/N :: they cheat on you and I write smut for the cheating :P — written by a minor
[MASTERLIST] — (ノ^_^)ノ works in link!
DAZAI— walking up to your bedroom, you were tired from hanging out your friends and you missed the sounds of moaning and the bed squeaky. You just wanted to go to sleep with your lovely boyfriend, in his arms but once you open the door. Your met with a sight of Dazai pounding into someone, the sounds of slapping and wet sounds are heard from you. His dick pumping in and out, you let out a gasp. Your eyes widen in shock and fear, Dazai notices you but he doesn't stop. The girl below him scratches his back, they continue their fun even when they notice your there. Dazai smiles and goes faster, Dazai was finding you boring and he wanted something new to fuck. He was going to cum, you won't stop him from cumming. The girl's legs twitches as she screams loudly, your frozen to your spot. Your legs tremble in fear, you can't believe the sight infront of you. Tears streaming down your face, you finally move. Your footsteps going less heard as he continues, she was tight around him.
CHUUYA— You were going to visit him from his work, the bodyguards give you a stare. It was weird, they had look that said sorry or said poor you. You hear soft grunting and moaning, you raise an eyebrow. Would Chuuya masturbate at his work? You thought and open the door, you see a girl bouncing on his dick. Her tits jiggling with her movements, your eyes widen. Chuuya helps her out, his hand lifting her up and down. He was having sex with a worker and he was in a relationship with you!! His head is threw back as you can see a white ring around his cock, some of his seeds drooling out of the girl riding him. He lets out grunts, feeling the warmth from her. Clenching him and milking his cock. He feels so good, can you really blame him?
notes from divine: i’ll write a part two eventually hehe
ghost hated the way that konig held you by the waist when the two of you thought no one was looking.
but the the truth was that everyone was looking.
it made ghost’s blood boil with jealousy, but he had no place to say anything. he was the one that gave you up in the first place— he left you in tears, you begging him to please, don’t do this to me, i love you, your broken heart scattered like shards of glass on the ground between you.
so why was he surprised, angry, even, that someone else, someone irrefutably better, would come along eventually and put it together for you?
he truly did want you to be happy. but seeing you happy with someone else? now that pissed him off.
you were supposed to be happy with him.
and you weren’t, no matter many times you insisted you were, ghost could pickup on your unannounced frustration.
—the falter in your breath when he came home too late and too tired to watch that favorite show with you, the sadness that outlined your jaw when he forgot an important date because fuck him, he was busy and deployment was nearing, or the tension that rested in-between your eyebrows when he retracted his hands from your hips because for a second, it reminded him of something terrible. to terrible for him to even dare to associate that with you, his lover.
well, his lover, at the time.
because now, you were someone else’s lover, and someone else had their hands on you hips, and kept it there, gripping the way that ghost knew you liked.
you probably showed konig the same way you showed him. somewhere in-between the sheets, in his lap, your hands guiding his, nails sinking into skin—
ghost’s blood boiled. more, if that was even possible.
but you were happy. and as much as simon now hated a man he had never really talked to before you fell into his embrace, he loved you too much to interfere. he was pissed, but if you were happy, then that was that.
they talked once, though, when their squads had to train together, and him and konig awkwardly stood in each others presence during the aftermath.
“how is she?” was all that ghost asked.
konig was confused for a moment, since he hadn’t really put much weight on your previous relationship with the lieutenant. you didn’t talk about him much, just a few words before a bittersweet smile.
“ah. y/n? she’s doing well.”
konig would have expanded more, if ghost hadn’t interrupted him with a grunt, and walked off.
konig told you about the interaction later that night, when the two of you were in bed, cuddling. your heart twinged a little, curling in on itself and seemingly wilting. he cared, still. he always did, when you were dating. but you figured that the breakup meant that he stopped.
guiltily, and without konig’s knowledge, you decide to send ghost a text, to meet somewhere public, like a cafe, and talk about… things. you didn’t know what, but that didn’t matter, because to your surprise, ghost texted a yes back instantly.
so when konig is working, you slip out of your home to the aforementioned cafe. ghost is there, having arrived before you, your typical order already on the table, himself with nothing.
“y/n.”
“simon.”
at first, the conversation is uncomfortable, the both of you stepping on the other’s figurative buttons— but by the second dry joke and held back laughter, the two of you fell back into something comfortable. the elephant in the room— your now boyfriend, however, was left unmentioned for the first hour. that is, until ghost said that he wanted to talk to you about more serious things, somewhere more private.
“simon,” you say slow, his name searing your lips. your eyes match his gaze, a pounding in your heart. “i’m with someone… i’m with konig.”
he hesitates— and you’ve never seen him uncertain before. in a way it was endearing as it was nerve wracking. “i know. i know that, y/n.” he looks around the cafe. “but please. there’s so much i want to tell you, but—“
“but you’re uncomfortable here,” you finish for him. you knew him better than he knew himself, really. ghost was a private person. meeting at a cafe was him compromising for you. you knew it wasn’t something that he would have preferred.
“yeah.”
eventually, you caved.
back at his place, things looked more disheveled since you were here last. the counter was a mess, a blanket and a few pillows on the couch, no doubt moved from his bedroom. you figured that he hadn’t been able to sleep in silence since you left, needing the comfort of the television.
he senses the tension crawling under your skin as you stood by his counter, one hand grazing the granite edge— heard the hitch in your breath when he caged you with his frame.
his eyes caressed the curves of your face before his finger did, and his scent— so familiar and yet so unfamiliar now, god— you flinched.
“simon,” you say, voice stern but soft. he watches as your eyelashes flutter close to compose yourself. “what is it that you wanted to talk about?” it comes out more of a statement than a question. get on with it, stop toying with me.
he drops his hand, places it on the counter next to you. leans his weight into it, your bodies close enough to touched if you moved just an inch. “are you happy with him?”
you hesitate for just a second, konig’s face flashing in your head. your heart lights aflame with guilt. “yes,” you say, as convincingly as you can.
“and you’re done with me?”
now that was unfair. how could he ask you that when he had broken up with you? you look away, refusing to answer.
his finger reaches out to tip your chin so you had to look him in the eyes.
“i asked you a question, y/n.”
you remained silent.
softly, into the shell of your ear, he whispered, “if you don’t answer, i’m going to kiss you. then i’m going to slide my hand up your shirt, and down your legs, and love you the way i should have. so answer me.”
it ran shivers down your spine, but you wouldn’t move. “answer me,” he said, his voice straining between his gritted teeth.
his hands slide up the side of your hips, but instead of the places he promised, you shudder when his fingers dip into the inner skin of your thighs, under the fabric of your sundress. he grazed his nails exactly the way he knew would make you go crazy, a silent reminder that he still remembered how to please you.
and then, his fingers pressed against your core, the fabric of your underwear the only barrier. your breathing goes heavy, and he watches your reaction with an intensity that left your head pounding.
“tell me you’re done with me. you need to, or else I can’t stop myself.”
I haven't been able to stop thinking about pokemon characters getting home early or coming upon their girlfriend reader accidentally and seeing the reader being fucked by one (or some) of her partner pokemon! Maybe Maxie findinder the reader in an empty room at the team magma base with her grunt uniform shifted aside and her camerupt covering her with his furry cock shoved inside her and she's in complete shivering mindless bliss, face down ass up slowly rocking herself back and forth on that dick. He didn't know she was fucking pokemon because of course she tried to keep it secret, but he loves seeing it and it turns him on immensely. Or any other characters in that kind of situation!
I'm not comfortable yet (and I don't know if I ever will be) to post about pokephilia on my own, but I wanted to share my fantasy of being caught getting fucked by your pokemon by your character s/o! It's just so hot to me
it makes complete sense that you're not comfortable to post it on your own! it's a controversial topic at that best of times... im just glad my blog feels 'safe' enough for you to share your thoughts <33!! and anon, how does it feel to have such a big brain???? because..... GOOD THOUGHTS.
notes: pokephilia, cheating (maxie is kinda into it but. tagging just in case), cucking, large size difference
Maxie is such a good fit for this idea, especially!
Wheras someone like Archie would just stomp over and start yelling obscenities until the end of time, and rightfully so, Maxie might be… Unexpectedly into this? You don't know he's there, and you don't know he's watching. (Having a burning, throbbing cock almost as thick as your arm inside you does things like that to a girl.) But your partner is listening to all of your strangled gasps, his own cock straining against his underwear, face flushed bright red with a mixture of humiliation, mortification, and arousal.
When you shift around, changing your position so your leaning on your elbows instead of your hands, Maxie can see your stomach bulging with the girth from his own partner Pokémon's cock. Upon seeing it, all he can think is that you must be forever ruined at this point, aren't you? How could any human, how could he ever satisfy you again, after this?
Knowing Maxie though, he'd try to get a bit closer unnoticed, only to trip and fall, or for his glasses to somehow clatter off of his face in the process.
Saw trap indeed, being a control freak he’d pull that harmony danganronpa trial shit on the regular to see if ur lying or cheating on him……. Also I love your writing Mao! I’m so nervous since this is my first message to you and idk why bc you seem like such a nice person. Anyways have a great day!!!!!
NOT THE DANGANRONPA TRIAL HRGGLSJSKSJ PLEASE THIS IS SO FUNNY 😭😭😭 I like to think that after the nth time it's getting old and you need to spice up your saw trap relationship so you say petty lies just to get under his skin. he knows through the harmony that you're lying about checking out gallagher but after you pull that stunt, the dreamscape literally will not let you anywhere near that man like the ground falls out from underneath him every time you walk over to say hi 💀💀💀
ALSO THANK YOU ANON that is so sweet of you to say 🥺💗💗💗 I hope youre having a wonderful day/night!!!
smut (mdni), warning : profanity, infidelity and blackmailing
reblogs and comments are appreciated !!
byi/byf
yeonjun knew it was wrong for him to develop an interest in his friend's girlfriend when he himself was a taken man.
whenever his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her around the campus, he knew he should have stopped before it was too late. but then, why?
why was she on his bed, under the same cover with his marks littering her skin every night? why she keeps 'accidentally' moaning his name when her boyfriend fucking her dumb?
yeonjun looked at his side, the pretty girl he couldn't call his was sleeping soundly, arm resting over his bare chest. there was no sign of fear nor anxiety on her face when she might get caught once she got back to her apartment tomorrow morning and kissed his friend as if she didn't spend the night here.
climbing down from the bed carefully, he took the camera he hid behind the shelves and sent a message to her boyfriend, smiling lightly at the picture of a sleeping couple he attached before finding him typing a reply for it.
bestie westie me fink [01.22 am] : jun, istg i didnt mean to cheat with ur gf...
