#cheating on your husband with your husband

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons: Now You See Me, Now You Don’t

Yandere Conman x Rich Married Fem Reader x Yandere ‘Neglectful Tycoon’ Husband

TW: Yandere themes, a man trying to get you to cheat, manipulation, neglectful husband, dark themes, and unhealthy relationship dynamics that should not be romanticized

Glen Magenta had always been a conniving individual since childhood. A natural born flirt who always got his way. Hell, he hardly ever heard the word no.

He was charismatic and romantic so it was easy for him to scam rich, lonely women trapped in loveless marriages. All he had to do was say pretty words and keep them company and he was able to drink the sweet nectar of their riches…

This time, he set his sights on the wife of a wealthy business tycoon named (your name). A delicate young woman with such sad eyes. She would be such easy prey… or so he thought

He introduced himself to her as Magnus Markley, a starving artist who has been utterly bewitched by her… but rather than fall instantaneously for his charms, she simply glanced at him like he was nothing. Was she not flattered by his good looks? By his sweet words and charming smile? How? She was known to be neglected by her husband in social circles.

(Your name) was the beautiful wife of Salvatore Urso. The wife Sal hardly gave any time to and yet she had no interest in an affair.

“I’m flattered, but I’m married.” Her soft voice replied to him as she showed that expensive ring that bordered on being gaudy. Magnus thought it was hideous… he never understood why the upper class had such awful taste, but at least Mister Urso had decent taste in his woman. (Your name) was going to be more difficult to catch than he thought… but he’d make the effort. After all, he enjoyed the hunt.

Glen truly committed to the character of Magnus Markley he created. He was a romantic and easily charmed (your name)’s closest friends in her social group. They were far easier to charm like his many conquests before (your name) yet she was the big fish he wanted… she would be the richest of any woman he’s seduced over the years. If Glen was able to capture her heart, he’d be set for life! He’d never have to work again… plus her husband was never around!

All Glen needed to do was work his way into her heart… even if he had to go through other women in order to do it. His greed had no bounds

Magnus was now often in the same circles (your name) ran with. She now saw him at every social gathering as he slowly wormed his way past her defenses by getting into her friend group to find out her hobbies. She enjoyed book club? He just joined to try to find inspiration for his art! She adored bird watching with the girls? Well, he was there to find an idea to paint!

Months went by into his plan. Hours of work went into his attempts to chip away at the walls around her heart and he finally made a crack… it seemed (your name) enjoyed having a genuine friend. Not that he was truly genuine.

(Your name) sat with him as they discussed books and music. Her sad face lit up warmly as she’d shyly talk of her interests. He’s never met a victim of his that was so cute.

He could see himself genuinely being with her. She was so sweet! How could someone be so sweet? Her husband was a fool for not being with her all the time!

The more he learned about her the more he began to falter with his goal. She was once a waitress at a restaurant before Sal married her? He never knew that… he had always thought she came from money since she was so prim and proper. Sal often bought her extravagant gifts? He had assumed her husband didn’t care much for her… but it seemed he did care. Sal cared far too much for his wife to the point it was terrifying.

(Your name) shared how most of her friends went missing after a while and that it was lonely, but her husband always cheered her up. That he’d take her to the best Italian restaurants each time and then he’d take her out on their balcony and make her limoncello to sip with him as they watched fireworks together.

It seemed he stumbled across a rabbit hole he should have never went down the more he learned. This young woman wasn’t a simple business tycoon’s wife… her husband was a part of the mob.

Glen couldn’t help but want to save her. She had no idea she was associated with the mob… that she was in danger!

For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to be selfish. He had enough to be able to relocate them to another country, he just had to convince her to flee… but he didn’t cover his tracks fast enough. Sal already caught wind of him.

Before he knew it, he was gagged and bound in a metal chair on the back of a ship on the sea. Cinder blocks were tied around each of his legs with heavy metal chains. Sal stood above him with a cigar in hand.

“I looked into you, Magnus or should I say… Glen.” Sal told the conman as he exhaled his cigar smoke. “Real piece of work, you are. Did you think I would let you try to take my wife?”

Glen gulped as Sal held up a pistol to him.

“I-I had no idea you cared so much for your wife-“

“Care for her?” Sal chuckled as his heavy accent dripped with venom, “I’m obsessed with her. She’s my darling wife and I’ll be damned if I let some schmuck get his greasy little fingers on her.”

Glen felt tears well up in his eyes. “Please, Sal. I’ll skip town, I’ll never talk to her again-“

“Yeah right, I found your little diary filled with love notes and your plan to convince her to run away with you.” Sal stood up with the gun still pointed. “Like hell I’d let you live. Rats like you need to be exterminated early.”

Glen felt tears roll down his face as Sal shoved the barrel into his mouth.

“Such a shame I have to get rid of another one of her friends, but she’ll be okay. I’m all amore mio needs.”

A gunshot rang out in the empty sea before a loud splash followed.

[healedlover]

THINKING ABOUT YOU

synopsis your ex husband who couldn't help but visit you one night. pairing gojo satoru x fem!reader cw masturbation while on the phone, ex husband!gojo, perv!gojo, cheating, p in v, almost getting caught, dirty talk, creampie, lots of cum, not proof read

— 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ —

You and Gojo broke up a whole year ago. there was no specific reason why but you wanted to divorce first, mainly because you didn't feel anything for him.

But that didn't stop him from annoying you every second of your day to try to get you back.

You eventually found someone new, and he was great, amazing actually, but even after Gojo found out he still didn't stop texting and calling you.

-

Gojo was trying his hardest to get you out of his mind but it was extremely difficult to, he didn't even know why he agreed to the divorce a year ago but he regrets it till this day.

Currently, he was in his room staring at your contact photo, swinging the phone left and right between his fingers. he was contemplating on calling you again.

he knew you wouldn't pick up but he did it anyway.

"mmh, whatever." gojo shrugs and clicks the call button, watching the screen flick to the ringing screen.

brrrriiingggg

brrrriii–

"hello?"

gojos eyes lit up and he almost came hearing your voice again. finally, finally, after a bunch of missed calls you finally pick up. Grinning at his screen he greeted you back.

"what do you want satoru?"

"you seem mad, what got you to pick up my call today?" gojo teased, his fingers slowly sliding down his body, making their way to his boxers as he anticipated your answer.

"my husband and I got in a fight."

"yeah? tell me about it.." gojo breathed. he brought out his hard aching cock and leaned back as he listened to your ranting. the anger laced in your voice turned him on even more, and he needed to see you immediately.

"–and you wont believe what the worst part is!"

"hey–ngh.. why dont we talk in person, it would be easier wont it?"

an annoyed sigh was heard on the other side of the phone and you reluctantly agreed.

gojo smiled and quickly put his clothes back on.

"I'll be at your place in ten."

you hum and end the call momentarily.

"damn it I didnt even cum yet.." gojo muttered before putting on a quick outfit and heading out his place.

-

you sit in the dining room and wait for gojo to come to your place, it was weird, you were so mad earlier but after accidentally picking up his call you felt...better?

your husband left the house after your heated argument so you assumed he wouldn't be home soon, at least thats what you hoped for.

the door bell rings and you hop out of your seat, rushing towards the door to open it. when you opened it you were met with the sight of gojo in some comfortable clothes, his hair was slightly messy and his eyes were definitely not on yours.

you clear your throat and gojos gaze flickered from your chest back to your eyes. he chuckled awkwardly before walking himself in your place.

"nice place... so what was the crazy part of your story?" he laughed awkwardly, you knew exactly why he came over and it wasnt to hear your rant.

the boner poking through his pants told enough.

yet again, you rarely had sex with gojo when the two of you were married, and your husband wasn't here so it would be fine to do it just one time...right?

you sigh trying to shake these thoughts out of your head but the idea was getting intriguing by the second. you glance at gojo who was standing still, watching your every move.

you look up at him with the same look you used to give him right before you kissed.

"go ahead." gojo smiled, stepping towards you.

you inch your face closer to his and pause before your lips touch. gojo was already getting impatient by the second, he slipped his thin fingers through your hair and pulled you into an intense kiss.

"mmh.. I missed you.." he groaned between kisses, soon shoving his tongue inside your mouth, tasting every inch he couldn't taste for the past year.

gojo pushed you against the wall as he continued swirling his tongue around your mouth. from his actions he looked like he needed more than just a little make out.

he pulled away, staring into your eyes before lifting you off the ground and carried you to your room.

"you both dont share a room?" gojo asked before placing you on the bed, slipping his fingers under your shirt, ripping it off moments later.

you shook your head and gojo just grinned in return. he continued to remove the rest of your clothes and stared down at your body.

“Fuck…” he grabbed onto your thighs and spread out your legs, watching as your cunt was already leaking from barely anything.

“Does your husband use this often?” He asked before slipping a finger inside your soaking cunt. You let out a whine and shook your head quickly, Gojo scoffed and slipped another finger.

“Use your words.”

“N-no he ngh..doesn’t!”

“How come?” Gojo frowned, and tiled his head as he watched you squirm under him like a virgin getting touched for the first time.

“He just doesn’t want to..fuck hurry!”

“Can’t even wait two minutes?” Gojo sighed and slipped his fingers out of you, the white sticky mixture coated his fingers and he smiled at the sight.

“Legs up.”

You obey, and raise your legs in the air, he hums in approval and grabbed onto your ankles pulling you closer. Gojo leaned in and planted small kisses on your face while he removes his clothes.

“You’re acting like your husband is going to walk in any second now, do you want me to go slow or fast? Hm?”

“As if you’d try to go slow” you mutter under your breath. That gave Gojo a reaction and he scoffed leaning in closer, placing his leaking tip on your entrance.

Gojo glanced down at you before putting his tip in. He held back a moan, presumably because he almost came right when he put it in, but continued to slowly thrust inside you.

“Fuck it.”

He grabbed onto your hips and pounded into you like there was no tomorrow, his pace was godlike and you felt like you were going to pass out any second.

“You were..mghh…right…” he moaned,

“I can’t hold myself back.”

Moans filled the room as he continued to pound you like a wild animal, you grab onto his arms as thrust yourself into him.

“Yeah, thhaatss it… you like this huh?”

“Yes..s-mmmh”

“Say my name, let me hear it.”

“S-Satoru!”

Gojo gritted his teeth before a wave of pleasure rushed through you, he chuckled barely pulling out his cock as he watched all his cum spill out of you.

He thrusted his cock back inside you, going back to the same rapid movements from before, he was getting addicted, he needed more than just two rounds.

“You hear that? Hm? Your pussy is taking me in so good, I bet I’m better than your husband, tell me.”

“Ngh”

“That’s not what I want to hear, spit it out, I know you can do it.” He taunts, placing a finger on your lower stomach and pressing down on there.

“Y-You’re bett—”

You then heard the sound of the front door unlocking and panicked. Gojo on the other hand didnt panic, instead, he shoved his fingers down your throat and quietly shushed you.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to, yeah? And hold on the noises, can you do that?”

You nod as you stare at him with half lidded eyes, he smirked and thrusted into you again, this time putting his full length inside you.

You arch your back in pleasure and he continued shoving his fingers deeper in your mouth.

“Hey are you home?” Your husband’s voice echoes on the other side of the room.

You whined quietly and Gojo scoffed, thrusting himself into you again.

“Quiet.”

“‘M gonna cum…” you whisper. Before Gojo could tell you to hold it in the sound of your doorknob rattling made both you and him stop.

He carefully slicked his fingers out of your mouth and grabbed onto your hips, slowly pulling himself in and out of you.

“Are you still goi—mghh please let me cum!” You whisper. Gojo’s icy blue eyes stare into you with a look filled with desire.

“Cum for me.”

You let out a sigh of pleasure and your legs tremble as Gojo pulls out of you, plopping on top of you while breathing heavily, he looked up at your worn out state and chuckled.

“Hello? Why is the door locked?!” Your eyes widened, you completely forgot your husband was there.

“Uh so.. how am I getting home?”

— 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ —

he can come to my home next or whatever

[girlyyypawp]

Tear drops on the dining table

"You think a house runs by itself!? Everyday I work DAY AND NIGHT like a dog to make this house into a home and this is how you repay me??" You said, voice filled with agony and frustration.

" I..." He holds eye contact with you for a moment before turning away.

" Are you fucking serious? How much effort does it take to ACTUALLY be present huh?" You point your words at him with sharp, arrow-like precision as you hit him on the chest with the rolled up newspaper.

" All I ask..." You pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing "All I ask is for me to not be the only one present in this marriage."

" I'm... trying sweetheart, but you know work keeps me busy." This time he looks at you, really looks at you—hoping that somewhere deep down you might still forgive him.

A smile breaks into your face as you break character and tell him-

"Man I was hoping you would be more of a bitch."

" Well I'm trying but it's hard to be a bitch to my girlfriend when we're playing pretend husband-and-wife darling" He says while chuckling.

"....This wasn't intense enough, do you think we should go for a scene where you cheat on me-"

Before you can finish your sentence, your words register in his mind as a scrowl develops on his face.

" I would rather not even think about it, let alone enact it with you"

"Man...you're boring as hell, - 1000 aura."

" My apologies for being a good boyfriend and not arguing with you much."

A moment of silence passes by as you tell him your next move, which to your dismay, doesn't gain his approval.

" what if you were my step-"

" fuck no"

" I could be stuck in the washing machine-"

" Sweetie we have a vertical one"

Am image of you being very unsexily stuck in your tall ass washing machine comes to your mind as you cringe at thought. You rack your brain as you try to come up scenarios to act out.

"... What if you were my teacher?"

" Weren't we supposed to be fake arguing rather than enacting porno scenarios?"

" C'mon be a little sex positive dude" you tell him as you latch onto his arm.

" Ain't nothing positive about your sex life" He snorts.

Now this is not how you imagined it to go when you suggested a teacher role play, here on the dining table with your books laid out, which you had done so to make it more immersive, being oblivious to what effect it might've had later on.

"How the fuck did you pass high school?"

You grip your pen a little tighter as your boyfriend, now chides you for doing your work wrong. At first you were happy he was getting into the whole teacher thing but you hadn't assumed that he would ACTUALLY start teaching you.

Vietnam War flashbacks come back to you as he ask you

" When was the Harappan civilization found?"

" I- uhh"

"Let me give you a hint." A sigh of relief leaves your lips, thankful at his mercy-

" WHEN WAS THE HARAPPAN CIVILISATION FOUND?"

He yells the same question louder as if doing that will make you remember the date.

As you sit there, with your notebook filled with tears of not remembering the fucking date of an age old civilization, you make a mental note to yourself to never ask him to role play with you ever again.

LMAO I rlly dk wtf I just wrote but I hope yall like it😭❤️💀

Reader wanted to fake argue with the boys since they're such green flags that arguments are rare 😭💀

[insidekatmind]

Stepfather~Cho Sang-woo

Wearning: +18,smut, cheating, age-gap

The air in the house is thick, electric, as if something invisible but powerful was moving between the walls. Since your mother married Sang-Woo, everything has changed. He is not like other men his age: there is a dark elegance in his movements, a sharp intelligence in his gaze. He observes you often, with those dark eyes that seem to dig into you.At first you thought it was just your imagination. You told yourself that he was normal, that he was just your mother's husband. But the more time passed, the more you felt something strange inside you. A shiver every time he touched you, a racing heart when his gaze rested on you for longer than it should have.

One evening, everything changes.

You come home late, the soft light illuminates the living room. He is there, sitting with a glass of whiskey between his fingers, his face relaxed but his eyes fixed on you."You should be more careful, you know?" His voice is low, caressing, as if each word is a thread that wraps around you.You swallow, but you don’t move. There’s something in the way he looks at you, something that keeps you rooted to the floor.

“Were you waiting for me?” you whisper, not even knowing where that question came from. He smiles, tilting his head slightly. “What if that’s the case?”

Your breathing becomes shallow. You tell yourself that you should leave, lock yourself in your room and pretend that nothing is happening. But his gaze is a magnet and you’re not sure you want to resist.

Then he gets up, slowly, like a predator who knows that the prey won’t run away. He passes by you, barely touching you, and your body responds before your mind does. You can’t breathe.“Goodnight.” His voice is a whisper in your ear before he disappears into the shadows of the hallway.

“Wait,” you call as you adjust your little dress. Sang-woo stops in his tracks, his back to you, and for a second you think he's going to ignore you and keep walking. But he doesn't. He turns, slowly, and you can see the glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. "What is it?" he asks, his voice low and quiet. There is a hint if amusement in his tone, as if he were already aware of the effect he has on you.

"Why were you waiting for me?" You ask, moving closer to him. Sang-woo doesn't move, but you can see his gaze slide over your body, taking in the way your little dress hugs your curves. Despite yourself, you shiver under his gaze.

"I was worried," he says, his eyes locking onto yours. "You know it’s not safe for a girl your age to be out so late."His words sound so sincere, so protective. But you know there’s another meaning hidden in them.

You’re even closer now, almost touching him. You can feel the heat radiating from his body. "I can take care of myself," you say, your voice soft and sure.

Sang-woo smiles, a slow, dangerous smile that makes your knees weak."I know you can. But that doesn’t mean I won’t worry." He takes a step closer. "Or that I won’t enjoy the view."

Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in, his face mere inches from yours.

"I’m very observant," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "I notice things that others don’t."You look away, not wanting him to see the effect he’s having on you. But he takes your chin in his hand and gently forces you to meet his gaze.

"Don't look away," he says, his voice a command. His fingers slide from your chin to your cheek, tracing a line of fire on your skin. His thumb brushes your bottom lip, and you shiver involuntarily. "You have such lovely lips."

Sang woo puts a finger in your mouth.You let out a soft gasp, your body jerking in surprise as his finger slides past your lips, your tongue instinctively slipping against it. It feels wrong, so wrong, but you can’t seem to stop yourself.Sang-woo watches you, his eyes dark, a smirk playing on the edge of his lips. “I didn't even have to ask you."You want to protest, to spit out his finger and walk away, but the way he looks at you, with desire and something else, makes you freeze.

His finger traces a slow, lazy trail on your tongue, moving further into your mouth, and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes your lips. His other hand tightens its grip on your waist, pulling you even closer until you’re pressed against him, your bodies molded together.Sang-woo’s breathing is ragged, his face mere inches from yours, his gaze fixed on your lips.

Sang woo adds another finger into your mouth and you suck them. You’re lost in a sea of sensations, your mind clouded by everything that’s happening. You can’t think, can’t understand what you’re doing. All you can feel is desire, hot and raw, burning through you like a fire.

Sang-woo lets out a low groan as you suck on his fingers, his eyes dark and clouded with lust. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, the words barely more than a breath.His hand on your waist tightens, pulling you even closer, until there’s not even a millimeter of space between you.

His fingers slide out of your mouth with a wet pop, glistening in the low light of the room. Sang-woo grabs you again, spinning you around until your back is pressed against the wall, trapping you between the cold surface and his hard body.His lips find your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses along your collarbone. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” His voice is rough, edged with an almost desperate need.

You can feel the fire spreading through your veins, a mixture of desire and guilt fighting for control. Every touch, every word he whispers against your skin only fuels the fire, until you’re not sure who’s in control anymore.His mouth finds yours, claiming it in a deep, hungry kiss. It’s possessive, demanding, and you surrender to it, your body melting against his.You moan into the kiss and return it with more passionate love. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the kiss. Sang-woo responds with equal passion, his tongue tangling with yours in a dance that’s both familiar and new.

His hands roam over your body, touching and exploring, as if he’s trying to memorize every dip and curve. You can feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of your dress, a stark contrast to the coolness of the wall against your back.

He breaks away from the kiss and caresses your ass. "Turn around and bend over for daddy." He whispers close to your ear as he playfully slaps your butt. His words ignite something deep within you, a shiver running down your spine as you obey, turning around and pressing your body against the wall. You can feel the coolness of the surface against your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from your body.Sang-woo takes a step closer, his body almost touching yours, and you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. "That's my girl," he murmurs, his hand sliding down your body and grabbing your hip.Sang woo lifts your dress and hums satisfied seeing your beautiful ass in the lace thong. He gives a satisfied smile and plays with your thong "I dream about this beautiful ass at night, you know princess,every time you wear those micro dresses. You drive me crazy" Sang woo whispered as he continued to play with the elastic.

His words send another shiver down your spine, your body responding to his touch like a puppet on a string. The way he manipulates your thong, teasing it without touching your skin, is both torture and pleasure."I... didn't realize," you manage to say, your voice trembling. "I just.. I just like wearing them."

Sang woo slaps your ass. "Don't lie princess." The sudden sting of his hand against your skin makes you gasp, but it's not an unpleasant sensation. It only heightens the tension between you, the game of power and desire that you're both playing.

"I—I'm not lying," you protest, but it comes out as a weak whimper.

Sang-woo chuckles, a dark, mocking sound. “You thought I wouldn’t notice? You thought you could tease me, wear those little dresses, and I wouldn’t notice?” He leans closer, his body pressing against yours. “But I did. I saw everything.”His words send another wave of heat through you, your body responding to his tone almost subconsciously. You’re trapped, your body against the wall and Sang-woo so close behind you that you can feel the heat radiating from his skin.

"Do you know how many times I had to jerk off because of you?" Sang Woo growls. His voice is low, rough with desire, and the words make your face flush. "I—I didn't know," you say, your words sounding weak and uncertain.

Sangwoo chuckles, the sound low and dangerous. "Of course you didn't. But I did. Every time I saw you, every time you walked past me with that little dress, I had to stop myself from pulling you into the closest room and taking you right then and there."He leans closer, his mouth just behind your ear. "I'd lie in bed, thinking of you, your body underneath mine... it was torture." His hand glides down your hip, fingertips tracing a lazy path along your thigh. "But now, princess... now you're all mine."Sang woo unbuttons his pants and boxers as he rub his hard cock on your thong.

You gasp softly and try to grind on his erection but he stops you. "No princess, you stay still and take everything that daddy gives you" He whispers and rubs himself a little more, humming with satisfaction.You sigh and nod. Sang woo smiled at your obedience. “Good girl,” he whispers and you moan.He smirks and begins to lift the string of your thong and begins to position his cock inside your underwear, jerking himself off with the underwear you were wearing and grunts.

“Please” you murmur desperately wanting him inside you but Sang woo wasn’t listening. He rubbed his cock across the crack of your ass without going inside and you moaned softly as he grunted.Sang woo only let the tip of his cock into you making you moan softly. “Please” you whisper desperately. He chuckles amusedly and moves it inside you for a while before taking it off again and wanking himself on the thong you're wearing. “Princess I won't fuck you until you beg me” Sang woo hums arrogantly.

“Please daddy” you murmur and he pretends to think about it.Sang woo squeezes your ass humming in satisfaction. "Give me a blowjob and I'll think about it" he whispers rubbing against your entrance and you moan.

Sang-woo smiles as he hears you, his hands still teasing you. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs against your ear. "So desperate for me."He slaps your ass making you jump. "If you want my cock you have to earn it, kneel down and suck it" Sang woo orders you.

You whimper softly, your body responding to his tone, and you find yourself slowly sinking to your knees, looking up at him with a mixture of desire and submission.Sang-woo looks at you smiling, putting a hand on your hair. "So beautiful kneeling for my cock" he purrs.

You feel a shiver goes down your spine at his words, looking up at him with big eyes. The heat from your desire and the anticipation of what was to come make your head spin."Open your mouth" he orders, his voice rougher than any before. You're caught in the moment, hypnotized by the tone of his voice as you do as told and open your mouth, your tongue licking your lips.

He looks down at you, his eyes dark and filled with lust. "Good girl." Sang woo in one fell swoop makes his cock enter your mouth and you gasp.

Sang woo throws his head back. “Such a nice, warm mouth,” he murmurs in satisfaction, moving his hips back and forth.You look at him and start licking him and twirling his length back and forth. You groaned seeing his facial expressions, he was so sexy and you were jealous of your mom for all the times she had him.

“Well done keep going” He hums in satisfaction as he gripped onto your hair and thrusts his hips faster.You start sucking his cock faster and he growls slamming your cock faster, cumming down your throat. You were still on your knees looking at him longingly.

Sang woo lifts you up as he pulls up his boxers and pants and sits on the chair carrying you on his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder, your body still trembling from the intense experience. Your mind is fuzzy, your thoughts consumed by him. He runs his fingers through your hair, a surprisingly gentle gesture that contradicts his earlier behavior.

“Please fuck me,” you murmur, your head resting on his chest. Sang woo smiles and shakes his head. “Another day,” he murmurs. You pout, but there's a hint of satisfaction in his voice that makes you shiver. "Another day?" you repeat, the words coming out as a needy whine.

Sang-woo chuckles, his hand sliding down your back, his touch possessive. "Impatient, aren't we? Don't worry, princess... I'll give you what you want. But not now."

"Why?" you ask desperately and he smiled. "Take it as a punishment for going out in that short dress and coming home late." He says looking at you. Your face flushes at his words, a mixture of shame and arousal washing over you. You open your mouth to protest, to argue that you hadn't done anything wrong, but then his gaze darkens and you fall silent."You know what you did," he says, his hand gripping your hip tighter as he pulls you even closer. "Don't think I didn't notice you. And now you'll have to pay the consequences."

You sigh and cling to him. At that moment your mother comes down and smiles seeing you in his arms. "I see you've finally started to appreciate him" your mother says happily to you. You look at your mother, feeling a strange mix of guilt and shame. The whole situation feels surreal, as if you're living a double life. You try to hide your feelings behind a smile, pretending that everything is perfectly normal.

Sang-woo, on the other hand, is the picture of tranquility. He smiles politely at your mother, his hand on your thigh, a subtle sign of possession that only you can perceive.

"Sang woo, it's not as bad as I thought" you say to your mom as you look at Sang woo who gives you a smirk.Your mother beams, clearly pleased with your words. "I knew you'd come around," she says, completely oblivious to the undercurrent of tension between you and Sang-woo.Sang-woo glances at you, a hint of amusement in his eyes at your mother's ignorance. He squeezes your thigh slightly, as if to remind you who's really in control here.

"She's a smart girl," Sang-woo agrees, his voice polite and pleasant. "She just needed a little convincing."

Your mother smiles, completely fooled by his charm. You, on the other hand, can feel the pressure of his hand on your thigh, a constant reminder of his power over you.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Would You Like That?

aegon x niece!reader / daemon x daughter!reader / aegon x daemon  

Summary: Coming back to court after years for an already settled succession was something you weren’t looking forward to, but when you saw Aegon again you couldn’t care less of to why you were in Kings Landing again. All of your old feelings came flooding in no matter that you’ve been sharing your bed with someone else and he’s sitting across the table staring at the both of you.

Warnings: 18+ drinking, swearing, vulgar language, cheating, fingering, oral(f), masturbation(f+m), dom!daemon(duh), sub!aeg bc i love him, anal(m), p in v, some slight choking, daddy kink(duh), breeding kink and i never ever ever thought the day would come that i would type ‘a hint of m!preg’ but here we are bc daemon just wants u both swollen and leaking so ! !!

Authors Note: alexa play best of both worlds by hannah montana 🫶🏻 father daughter tag teaming aegon?? daemon wrecking aegon and reader?? everyone is fucking - obvs ive stayed at the dinner scene in s1ep8 bc here we are again 

Word Count: 4.6k 

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Today has been long to say the least. Court had held so much animosity and hatred you felt as if it had gone on for hours. When Vaemond had gone down the line of you and your siblings proclaiming that each of you could very well have your own father, you knew it would end poorly. When your father had caused that scene you were thankful because it allowed court to end and offer you some reprieve before dinner.

When you took your seat at the table you immediately grabbed for the flagon of wine and groaned when your uncle reached it first. He offered you a simpering smile as he grabbed your glass and filled it before setting it down in front of you. He fills his own cup before scooting his chair closer to yours and taking his seat. 

“Can I help you?” you turn to Aegon with raised brows.

“It’s been years, my niece. Am I not allowed to have missed you?” he whispers lowly. 

“And what exactly did you miss?” you turn to him with a smile. 

“Fisting your soft silver hair as you sucked my cock.” his words settle deep within your stomach. 

“Mm, I’ve gained better judgment now.” you pray your cheeks don’t flush. “And better taste.” you look him over before grabbing your cup of wine. 

“And better taste is what?” he looks down past you. “Brown hair?” he raises his brow at you. 

“If you listened at court you would know they’re betrothed to Rhaena and Baela.” you hiss pushing him back in his seat. 

“A man being married isn’t something that ever seemed to stop you.” you flash your eyes to him in annoyance. “No husband for you?” he tilts his head with a smirk. 

“As if my father would allow that.” you look across the table and see Daemon already staring at you. 

“Vaemond was right enough about the parentage.” he watches your head snap over to him. “But no betrothal for his first daughter?” Aegon hums. “Unless he’s claimed you as his.” he smirks watching you flush. “Mm, that’s it, isn’t it? Does daddy Daemon play with your cunny at night?” he watches you shift in the seat. 

“That's none of your concern.” you hiss. 

“Does he know I had you first?” he leans in closer to you and looks across the table as Daemon. “Do you think he can tell?” he leans closer and your eyes flutter shut before your father clears his throat. “He can.” he hums sitting back. 

You reach for your wine and look at Daemon over the edge of your cup. He’s sitting rigid next to your mother. He can’t believe you would act like this at the dinner table and with him, Aegon, of all people. He clenches his fists on the table as he keeps his eyes locked on you. Aegon looks across the table at Daemon with a smirk as he leans into your ear once more. 

“When I fuck you later I know he’s going to come and watch.” his lips brush against your ear. “You want daddy to see how your little cunny cries for me? How you beg for it? Crawl for it?” your nails are dug into the wood of the table at his low words. 

Daemon is about to rise from the table when his brother beats him to it, spouting off about becoming a family once more. He can’t focus on anything else but you and the way you’re leaning into Aegon. He can see your desire all over your face and the flush that's slowly creeping up your neck. He clenches his jaw as Aegon stays buried in your neck with no care for your surroundings. 

You look around the table thankful no one is paying attention to the way you and Aegon are sticking to each other. You refuse to look at the eyes you can feel glaring at you across from the table. Truth be told you were excited to no end at the endless possibilities of what your father will do. You hadn’t even planned on going back to Aegon on this trip but Gods the years had treated him well and his low words make you want to come up with an excuse to leave the hall with him now.

As if the Gods had heard you, Aemond slams his fist to the table and the next couple of minutes provide the distraction you need. Your eyes meet Aegons and you both grab your cups of wine and slip out of the dining hall. Guards rush past the both of you and you both turn the hall and all the memories of your shared youth come flooding back. He grabs your free hand and tugs you up the stairs making a straight line for his chambers. 

You’re both out of breath and gulping down your wine once you’re sealed in his chambers. He takes your empty cup and tosses it to the side along with his before he pulls you against him. His lips crash into yours backing you up quickly to his bed. There is nothing sweet about the gesture; this is purely for pleasure, purely for the feeling, the memories. When your back meets his bed he’s pushing your dress up and pressing his face against your small clothes. 

“Gods you’re such a beast.” your words are more pleasure filled than you’d prefer as he licks up your small clothes. 

“Why are these so wet? All this from a couple hushed words?” his breath fans against the dampened fabric. He pulls the fabric to the side and quickly flicks against your bud watching you arch off the bed. “Fuck,” he groans and pulls your center flush against his mouth. 

“Aegon,” you pant, gripping your covered breasts. 

He’s licking at you so fast you can’t catch your breath. Your gasps and the sound of him lapping at your wetness fill the room. You start to rock against his face feeling your pleasure build and his fingers dig into your hips helping you grind against him. You’re on the edge when you and Aegon jolt at a door being slammed. You peel your eyes open and see your father standing at one of the tunnel entrances. Aegon looks back up at you before returning to your glistening cunny. 

“Stand up and get on the bed.” Daemon's voice holds no humor and Aegon turns to him with a raised brow.

“Maybe you don’t know what it sounds like but she was just about to come.” Aegon looks him over before turning back to you once more. “Where was I?” he smirks at you but you're looking behind him as Daemon walks over to the bed. 

“Do not think that I won’t put you on that bed myself.” Daemon stands above Aegon who sighs. Reluctantly Aegon moves from between your thighs and sits on the edge of the bed and offers Daemon a bored expression. “Let daddy show you how she likes to be pleased.” both you and Aegon snap your eyes up to him. 

“I know how to please her.” he looks up at Daemon unimpressed.

“Do you?” Daemon turns his full attention to Aegon. “You haven’t even taken her gown off.” he shakes his head. “You’re supposed to take your time with my sweet girl.” he turns to you and cups your face. 

“I can make her come whether her gown is on or not.” Daemon sighs at Aegon's words and turns to him. 

“That’s not the point I’m making.” Daemon says lowly and you grab his hand not wanting him to ruin your night. 

“And what is the point you’re trying to make?” Aegon rolls his eyes. 

“That you need to be more grateful that I’m even allowing this and to treat her how she deserves to be treated.” he tugs Aegon up by his tunic. “She’s not one of your little whores.” your eyes widen when he grabs Aegon's face. 

“No, but she likes to be fucked like one.” he chuckles when Daemon tightens his grip on his cheeks. 

“Please daddy,” they both turn to you at your soft whine. 

“She’s obviously not talking to you.” he pushes Aegon back onto the bed. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?” 

“I wanna come.” you pout. “Aeg was about to make me.” you tug his hand. “Please.” he pulls you up from the bed and you fall against his chest. 

Aegon watches with raised brows as Daemon starts to unlace your dress. He never thought Daemon would join the both of you but he’s not exactly opposed to it either. Gods he would probably be content to be the one watching. He sits up straighter once Daemon shoves your dress down to the ground. Aegon smirks when your slip is next to follow and you're bare before the both of them. 

“Go lay on the bed so daddy can show Aegon what you like.” he scoots you over and Aegon watches as you take your place next to him once more. “Do not touch her yet or I won’t let you come tonight.” he gives Aegon a pointed look. 

Aegon blinks up at Daemon at a loss for words watching him kneel down and press your thighs open against his bed. You let your eyes flutter shut when you feel soft kisses on the insides of your thighs before he kisses along the sides of your slit. The moment Daemon wraps his lips around your bud Aegon’s ears are greeted by the sweetest whine he’s ever heard. 

“Daddy, mm dad- yes,” Aegon watches you arch off the bed and he so badly just wants to reach out and touch you. He looks down and sees Daemon kissing your cunny with absolute devotion and decides he wants to do that next if it earns him the sounds you’re currently making,  “I- I’m,” a string of whimpers leave your mouth as you fall apart on his face. “Thank you, thank you,” your whole body is trembling as you watch him kiss up your body. 

“You see, if you take your time and kiss her little cunny just right she’ll fall apart in seconds.” Daemon slides his eyes over to Aegon. “Now come here and make her come.” he stands back and makes room for Aegon. 

“I could’ve made her come before..” Aegon trails off settling between your thighs once more. 

“I didn’t ask for your words.” Daemon says lowly sitting next to you on the bed. “Tell daddy if Aegon does a good job.” he looks down at you and brushes your hair off your neck. “Well what are you waiting for?” Daemon turns his attention back to Aegon. 

“You said that I couldn’t touch her or you won’t let me come.” Daemon smirks, watching his cheeks redden. 

“Mm,” he props himself up more and tilts his head at Aegon. “Ask me.” he nods and you whine getting impatient. “Hush.” he whispers down at you.

“Can I touch her?” Aegon watches as Daemon's eyes darken. “Please?” he’s ready to plead again but Daemon nods his head once and he dives between your legs. 

Aegon’s quick tongue has you arching off the bed with a string of whines leaving your lips. You gasp when he presses his tongue into your core and you look up at Daemon who’s already watching you. You pant when Aegon encases your bud as you start to rock against his face. 

“Is Aegon doing a good job?” he brushes your hair back. “Is he licking at your little cunny the way you like?” he chuckles when you nod your head quickly. 

“Yes, Aegon,” you shutter as your pleasure crests. “So good, I’m- I, Aeg,” you fall apart and Aegon continues to lap at you before pulling back. 

“I knew you could be a good boy for me.” Aegon’s breathing deepens at Daemon's words. “Come up here to me.” he pats the bed next to him and Aegon is next to him a moment later. “Mm and you listen.” he smiles watching Aegon’s pupils dilate. 

Daemon stands and has Aegon move into the space next to you. He looks down at the both of you with excitement dancing under his skin at having the both of you like this for him. He leans over you first and presses his lips to yours. You gasp when he slips two fingers into you before kissing down your neck and glancing over at Aegon who is watching the both of you with his lips between his teeth. 

Daemon keeps moving his fingers in you before he leans over and takes Aegon’s lips for himself. Aegon melts into his touch and is trying to stop himself from arching up into Daemon's touch. You rock your hips on Daemon's hand as you watch them next to you. Daemon starts to kiss across Aegon’s neck and chuckles as the whimpers he’s letting spill free. 

“Gods you’re desperate aren’t you?” he leans back and Aegon goes to reach up but hesitates. “Tell daddy what you want.” Daemon continues to hover above Aegon waiting for his words. 

“You. This. Both of you.” you whimper at Aegon’s words. 

“Please,” you and Aegon whine. 

“I’m sorry.” Aegon turns to you with a pout. “I was supposed to fuck you so thoroughly.” he rolls on his side and presses his lips to yours and Daemon speeds up his fingers in you. 

You whine into Aegons mouth and Daemon offers him praise as he brings his fingers down to swirl around your bud. Daemon leans down over the both of you and the three of you are a mess of tongues and breaths. Your pleasure washes through you in the midst of everything and they both press their lips all over your neck and face before pulling back so you can all catch your breath.

“Have you been with a man before?” Aegon nods quickly at Daemon's words. 

“Where’s your oil?” Aegon’s cock throbs at his words. 

“On the table over there.” Daemon is up and retrieving the small carafe. 

“Daddy, I wanted to fuck Aegon.” you pout as he comes back over to the bed. 

“We both can.” his soft words go straight to Aegon’s cock. “Would you like that?” he tilts Aegon's chin up. 

“Please yes,” Aegon’s cock is hard and pressing at his trousers. “Please.” Aegon's begging is music to Daemon's ears. “My cock hurts, I wanna take my clothes off.” he whines looking up at Daemon. 

“Stand up so I can help you.” Daemon pulls him closer and pushes his hair back. “Come help me undress Aegon, sweet girl.” Aegon trembles when your hands are softly squeezing at his waist letting your fingers slip under his tunic and press against his warm skin. 

Daemon leans down and takes Aegon’s lips as you let your hands roam all over his body. Aegon doesn’t know who to lean into as you both press against him. Daemon pulls back and you lift his tunic off and attach back to him pressing your lips across his back. He swallows as Daemon starts to unlace his trousers. He pushes them down and sighs in relief as his cock springs free. 

“Oh Gods,” Aegon lets out a low groan as Daemon wraps his hand around his cock and begins to slowly stroke him.

“Don’t daddy’s fingers feel so good?” you press your lips against Aegon's neck. “Just wait until they’re inside you.” Daemon chuckles when Aegon’s cock twitches. 

“Would you like that, sweet boy?” Daemon tightens his grip and swipes his thumb at his leaking tip. “Hm? Tell me.” he whispers, grabbing Aegon's chin and making him look up at him. 

“Please daddy,” Daemon's smile widens at Aegon’s soft plea. 

“Shh,” he smooths Aegon’s hair back as his hips start to jerk into Daemon's hand. “I’m gonna take care of you tonight.” he lets go of Aegon’s cock and turns him towards you. “But I want you to take care of my sweet girl first.” he starts to press his lips to the back of his neck. 

You pull Aegon's lips down to yours and you wrap your arms around him. Aegon pulls back only to help you lay back on the bed and crawl back over you. He presses his forehead to yours as he humps against you and you squirm around as his tip slides up your wetness. Daemon watches you two tangle together as he starts to tug his own clothes off. He watches Aegon's head pop up and turn back to him. 

“Can I fuck her? Please?” he’s panting and his cock won’t stop leaking and he just wants to be inside you so badly. 

“That’s a good boy for asking.” Daemon nods. “Go ahead.” he watches Aegon turn back to you with a smile. 

“Aegon,” you whimper as he starts to push into you. 

Aegon presses his lips to yours as he begins to rock into you. A small cry falls from your lips at his stretch before he starts to thrust into you. Your tongues and teeth are clashing as you pull and coax pleasure from each other. You chuckle softly as he whines when Daemon trickles the oil down his backside. His pace falters slightly when Daemon trails a finger between his cheeks. 

“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth. 

“Keep moving.” Daemon’s words have him pushing into you once more. “Is Aegon doing a good job?” Daemon coos down at you as he circles a finger around Aegon’s hole. 

“So good.” you nod your head, holding onto Aegon’s shoulders as he snaps his hips into yours. 

Your pleasure is thrumming through your body at the feel of Aegon but also watching your father slowly wreck him. Aegon lets out a low whine and stops his movements when Daemon pushes a slick finger into him. He presses his lips to his shoulder as he starts to pump his finger faster and Aegon slowly starts to rock into you once more. Aegon’s head is spinning from the pleasure fully engulfing him. His hips stop once more when Daemon slides another finger in and he bites down on his shoulder. 

“Play with her cunny if you’re going to stop every time.” Aegon nods and you gasp as his fingers circle your bud. 

“Fuck,” Aegon’s eyes shut as you squeeze around him as Daemon circles a third finger pouring more oil in the process. 

“Aegon,” you tremble in the cusp of pleasure. 

Aegon doesn’t know if he’ll be able to hold back his pleasure if you come around him at this moment. Daemon smirks watching you both shake and whimper underneath him. He presses a third finger into Aegon and watches his back straighten as your nails dig into his back followed by cries and gasps from the both of you. 

“Do you both just feel so good?” Daemon chuckles at the pleasure slurred words you both offer him in response. 

Aegon doesn’t know how he hasn’t collapsed onto you yet. You’re still fluttering around him and Daemon’s fingers are stretching him and pressing against the spot that has him hardening inside of you already. Daemon listens to Aegon’s small whines as he pulls his fingers out before pouring some oil on his cock. He watches as Aegon starts to rock his hips into and you peel your eyes open and press your lips against his neck. 

“Are you ready?” Daemon slides his hands up Aegon’s back before moving back down to his ass. 

Aegon nods and he stills his hips as you hold him closer listening to his soft noises. Daemon presses his tip into Aegon and he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. With every inch Daemon offers him, he replies with a whimper. As your father presses fully into Aegon, he presses fully into you leaving you both squirming. Aegon presses his lips to yours when  Daemon starts to pull out of him working up to a steady rhythm. 

Aegon’s hips thrust into yours with every snap of Daemon's hips into his. Daemon digs his fingers into Aegon’s ass as he continues to push into him. Daemon watches as Aegon presses your hands into the mattress and smirks pressing you both into the bed and engulfing your hands. Your breathing deepens as you begin to be rocked into the mattress. 

Aegon watches as your eyes roll back as he’s pushed into you by Daemon. Daemon's cock is stretching him so thoroughly it’s hard for him to focus on anything else. He’s surrounded by pleasure and has no care for any of the sounds that are leaving his mouth. Daemon slowly lifts up and you both suck in air before Daemon starts pounding into Aegon. 

“Aegon,” you gasp. “Daddy,” you call out, feeling your pleasure rising. 

“You’re both doing so good for daddy.” Daemon smiles at the whimpers his words elicit. 

“I’m gonna- I’m,” Aegon pants feeling his pleasure soaring.

“Make her come first.” Daemon wraps his hand around Aegon’s throat and presses his lips to the side of his neck. “Be a good boy and make her come.” his thrusts become more demanding, clouding Aegon’s head as he thrusts into you. 

“Mm, please,” you burst around him at the sight of him blissed out from your father. 

“That’s daddy’s good boy.” Aegon spills his pleasure inside of you and goes limp. “You did so good.” he helps him off of you and lays him on the bed next to you. “Very good.” he places one last kiss on his lips before he turns to you. 

“You’ve been such a good and patient girl tonight.” he grabs your legs and presses them up to your chest. “Let Aegon make such a mess in your cunny.” he chuckles watching the come still leak out of you. 

Daemon slides inside of you with ease and groans at your warmth. You reach out and grab Aegon's arm as Daemon fucks you into the bed. Your other hand is gripped into Daemon’s that’s holding your legs up. Aegon rolls over and curls against you before attaching to one of your nipples. You let go of his hand and tangle into his hair instead as you feel yourself about to fall apart. 

“I’m- I,” you arch into Aegon’s mouth as you pulse around Daemon. “Thank you,” you whine as he continues to snap his hips into you. “Thank you daddy,” you squeak when you feel him start to fill you. 

“Fuck,” Daemon groans slowing his hips. “You both did so good for me.” he pulls out of you and watches his come leak from you. 

Your legs flatten against the bed and Daemon crawls over the both of you to press his lips against each of your foreheads. He showers you both with praise and he relishes at the way you both cling on to him desperately. Your soft pleas have his cock hardening once more and he pulls back looking at yours and Aegon's flushed cheeks. 

“Both on your tummy’s.” he stands at the edge of the bed and watches you two roll over. “Ass’s up.” he brings his one hand to rest on each of yours and Aegon's lower backs. “Now I want you to both play with yourself while daddy goes back and forth between fucking you both.” he grabs his cock and strokes himself watching as you two listen. 

Aegon starts to pump himself at the same time you start to swirl your fingers around your bud. Daemon watches as you two play with yourselves before turning your heads to each other. In a couple of scoots and breaths your lips are smashed together as you both search for more pleasure. Daemon scoops some of the pleasure from your cunny and presses it to Aegon’s hole before he starts to dip his tip in. 

“Fuck,” Aegon abandons his cock and digs into the sheets. 

“Did I say you could stop?” Daemon lands his hand on Aegon’s ass. Aegon jolts and wraps his hand around his aching cock. “Good boy.” Daemon starts to hammer into him. Your fingers speed up as you watch Aegon's eyes slowly shut as he’s pushed up the bed. “Don’t come yet.” Daemon chuckles and pulls out. 

“No, please,” Aegon whimpers. 

“Don’t be greedy.” Daemon drawls and presses himself into your core. “Gods you're stuffed full of come.” he groans watching his cock come out coated after every pump. “Would you be terribly mad if daddy filled Aegon next?” you whine at his words. “I’ll let you come right now.” he whispers, replacing your hand with his and circling your bud quickly. 

“Yes, yes daddy,” you collapse onto the bed as your high rips through you.

Daemon pulls out of you quickly, watching your cunny pulse and seep with pleasure. Aegon buries his head into the mattress as Daemon pushes himself back inside. He can barely move his hand up his length and he cries out when Daemon bats his hand away and strokes him himself. He rolls his hips as Aegon presses back into him letting out small gasps. Daemon presses his lips against Aegon’s neck, smiling at the small cries of his name. 

“You’re doing so good for me.” Daemon whispers, feeling Aegon’s cock leaking even more. “Such a good boy. Taking everything I give you.” his thrusts become sharp. “My sweet girl was feeling so generous that she’s letting me fill you tonight.” his hands tangle in Aegon's hair and turn his head towards you. “Say thank you.” he watches as you peel your eyes open. 

“Thank you,” Aegon slurs. “Thank you,” he looks back up at Daemon. 

“Mm, daddy’s good boy who just wants to be filled.” Daemon coos as Aegon pushes his hips back into him. 

“Yes,” Aegon pants. “Please, please,” Daemon smirks as he feels Aegon twitch in his hand. 

Daemon squeezes around Aegon’s tip and he explodes going limp against the bed. Daemon grips Aegon’s hips and pounds into him before letting out a string of curses as he pumps his seed into Aegon. He pulls out and looks between the both of you laying on the bed as pleasure seeps out between your legs. He whispers at you both to move apart and he settles between you two and smiles as you both curl into him. He smoothes your hair and whispers words of praises as he caresses the both of you.

“Can we take him home with us?” you mumble pressing your lips against Daemon's chest. “Please? I’ll keep him in my chambers?” Daemon chuckles as you reach across and cup Aegon's cheek. 

“It would probably solve a lot of problems.” he watches as you and Aegon press your lips together across his stomach. 

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[cheralith]

hello challengers au but it’s polyamorous ryusae and your sae’s lowk toxic but gorgeous wife/soccer coach that had a thing with shidou back in the day but ended up leaving him for sae because he had more potential, was more accessible, was more crowd-favored. you live your shattered dream through him, despite him being evidently fatigued from soccer.

now shidou’s back in your life, adamant on trying to corrupt you and to cause a cheating scandal to ruin you and your husband’s well-built career. he slowly picks at you—asking you to dinner (he asks the waiter for a table by the window), driving you home (he removes the tint on the windows), inviting you to his games (he tells the camera to pan on you to make sure the crowd knows you’re within the vicinity)

… and it all comes crashing down on a singular rainy night where shidou just so happens to “return” an earring of yours you dropped in his car. it wasn't your fault that the rain made him look ten times more alluring than usual—white wet t-shirt outlining his figure, his hair down and framing his face? it was basically a given.

don't think your his only target either—he has his sight on sae, as well. he instills the same plan to him, disguising the secret meetups and hook-ups as just "buds catching up." purposely doesn't wear a mask and lets his flashy hair flow despite sae going out all the way to hide his appearance next to him. the paparazzi gets curious; who's this new friend shidou ryusei has been hanging out with that walks with a slight limp?

little does he know, you've been pulling the strings the entire time.

you weren't stupid. you and your husband went to a prestigious university after all, you're more than aware of what shidou is attempting. you knew from day one, when he’d ask you odd questions about sae and how you guys were doing.

so naturally, you decide to break him first.

you tell sae about where shidou is planning to take you next, so he can anonymously tip the paparazzi about his whereabouts. sae catches you on what shidou has been hinting to him about you, him whispering in the prodigy's ear that he deserves better than this shaky marriage, so you and him can plot out weak points for shidou to hit.

"she seems to be more in love with soccer than i am."

"he doesn't really want to acknowledge his true potential."

if anything, you have shidou to thank. you were on the fence about divorcing sae after his team loses the chance to play for the world cup, but you think this entire thing has brought you and him closer than ever before... in a twisted, sadistic sense.

and as shidou grows excited, more apprehensive about publicizing this affair to shatter you and sae, you and your husband wait by the sidelines. you and him are patiently looking at the clock, hand in hand, and waiting for shidou to arrive at the bistro you told shidou to meet you at, the paparazzi hiding in the bushes away from view, their cameras at the ready.

[vagitterian]

from @consultingfujoshi

#cheat on your husband with your husband#cheat on your dead wife who isnt dead with a woman from work and then cheat on her with her evil twin#cheat on your husband with a guy you loved in another life and cant even remember meeting#infidelity is morally correct and the only way to get into heaven

this fucking showwww 💀💀💀

no one:

writers of severance: CHEAT!!!! CHEAT ON YOUR SPOUSE!!!! NEVER STOP CHEATING!!! NEVER LET YOUR SPOUSE KEEP YOU FROM FINDING THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE!!!!!

[enzosbabyangel]

৻ꪆ Thinking about stepdad!Fred Weasley…

cw: smut, age gap(readers 20, Freds 41), cheating, MINORS DNI, 18+

a/n: originally posted on my old blog as a response to an ask asking for stepdad!Fred. Not proofread just copied and pasted

Your mom. God you loved her, but she really wasn’t the best lady. Every night you heard her with a random hookup. It was a never ending cycle for as long as you could remember.

��Was’ being the keyword here. When she started her new job at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, she met one of the owners, Fred Weasley. A surprisingly successful man for someone running a joke shop. and a bloody hot man at that. She quickly fell for him and he managed to help her get her life back together, falling for each other during so. Eventually they got together then married about a year later. You were seventeen at the time, so that was three years ago. Fred was older than your mom by a few years, being forty-one now in current times.

And god, you loved your mom. But you couldn’t manage to think enough to stop your actions or deny how disgustingly good it felt when the same man rearranges your guts while she slept in the next room,

“Fuck…. s’your tight lil cunt hugging me like a vice,” The older man said through a breathy chuckle. Large hands holding the back of your thighs as your legs were pushed up, your knees practically next to your head.

You bit your lip as you looked at the man holding your legs. No, not just ‘the man’, your step dad, your mother’s husband. The entire situation was taboo for multiple different reasons, but fuck you loved it.

You let out a pathetic, soft moan as you glanced down to where the two of you connected, feeling him slowly drag through your walls. tears falling from your eyes at the delicious stretch of your walls and the soft touch that’s going in the shape of ‘o’s on your clit.

“C’mon you gotta loosen up a bit sweetheart.” He said, his sweet tone not matching the taboo situation. Free hand moving up to your face, wiping away your tears as he continued to slowly move. “I don’t fuck you for a month and you get all tight on me again… Maybe you should visit more?” He said with a smirk, tone slightly teasing, eyes darting down to your lips as his hand moved to where he was looking. His thumb pushing your bite swollen and wet bottom lip down slightly as he admired how easily he made you look like a mess.

You moaned at his words, getting tighter around him for a second before attempting to relax. You looked up at him with doe eyes, making eye contact with him. Silently pleading with your eyes for a kiss and preferably an increase in pace.

He groaned at your watery, wide eyes staring up at him. “You know what you do to me when you look up at me like that?” He asked rhetorically. Knowing that you knew damn well the effect you had on the older man. He moved your plush thighs to wrap around his waist as he moved down, his arms resting on both sides of your head as his lips connected with yours, resting his bodyweight on his knees and forearms. His hips gradually starting to thrust faster.

You could feel every twitch of his cock as it dragged along your walls. his pace slowish as he pulled out though thrusts almost punishing as he quickly slammed himself back into you, the tip of his cock hitting that spongy part in you. Making you let out loud moans through the kiss, hands moving from his hair to his clothed back, pulling and scratching at the white shirt as his pace continuously sped up. The bed creaking with his actions.

You tried having a hookup with some guy since you’ve left for college, but none of them felt as good as Fred. Guys your age didn’t have the same skill and experience as him. You were unapologetically whipped for him and his cock, and he knew that and took pride in it. “Bet no other guys can fuck you like i can? hm?” Fred asked, pulling away from the kiss as he looked down at you. his hands planting themselves on your hips, making you meet his thrusts. His typical, confident smirk on his face. “Got you addicted to ya step dad’s cock don’t i?”

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BETWEEN THE CITY & THE STARS - Part 4

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: In the fall of 1945, Dean is having a difficult time assimilating back into civilian life after the War. He’s visiting his brother Sam in New York City, where he’s beginning to build up his law firm. At two minutes to closing time, you interrupt their evening to solicit a solicitor. Your request? You need help in order to divorce your husband.

AN: Now we get into the aftermath of the night before, with all the insecurity and heartbreak to go along with it. 💙

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: Historical Epic

Song Inspo: “Danke Shoen” by Wayne Newton

Word Count: 4K

Tags/Warnings: Mentions of cheating, angsty angst, trauma/PTSD, and a cliffhanger…

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Sam would give Michael one thing. The guy damn well knew how to drink.

He didn’t stop all night, throwing back whiskey like it was cheap beer. His words began to slur, his movements sloppy, but he was still coherent. When he got up to visit the men’s restroom, Sam got up as well. Maybe he could get Michael talking.

Sam stopped the other man from tripping into the urinal. The two laughed it off, with Michael thanking him before he unzipped to finish his business. Sam did the same.

After washing their hands, Sam looked over and noticed Michael’s gaze lingering on his own reflection in the mirror. It was becoming a rough sight—his blonde hair no longer neatly coiffed, purplish rings under his eyes, the stench of alcohol clinging to his skin and clothing.

“You all right there, Milligan?” Sam asked.

Michael ran a hand over his face, sighing when it didn’t get any better.

“Fine,” he replied. “So, Winchester. What did you say you do for work again? Something about your own business?”

Sam nodded. “I started up a law firm.”

That much, he had to be honest about. It was all too easy for someone to look up his name in the directory.

“Sounds like a good outfit,” Michael said, with an incline of his head. “Every lawyer I know wears a Rolex.”

Sam chuckled, glancing down at his father’s watch. “Well, I’m not quite there yet.”

“Someday soon, I’m sure,” said Michael. He bumped Sam conspiringly on the shoulder.

“And you?” Sam asked. “What’s keeping the lights on at your place?”

Michael raised a hand to sort through his unruly hair, a dirtier blonde in this unflattering light.

“Well, you could say I’ve inherited a business of my own,” he said. “I run a meat packing plant down in the district.”

Sam’s attention piqued. There had been a meat rationing during the war, even some rumors and propaganda about “meatleggers,” black market operators.

“How’s it been with the rations?” Sam asked. “Been hard to even find a good carton of eggs lately.”

Michael gave him a slight smile. “Been on the turnaround, actually. I’ve been able to make some connections with vendors outside the city. A little grease on the palms makes a little go a long way, if you catch my drift.”

Sam slowly smiled and nodded. A little grease on the palms, huh?

“Do what you gotta do in the times, ‘s what I say,” Sam agreed.

Michael snorted. “Now you’re talkin’. That’s all we can do, you know. Try to make a thing work, with whatever scraps we get. Try to stay afloat.”

“Try to stay alive,” Sam rejoined.

Michael made a low sound of approval. He became more contemplative, crossing his arms as he once again glanced at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Sam’s gaze on the other man was perceptive, gaining ever closer to what seemed to be eating at the very core of him. Whether Sam actually believed what he was saying or not, each of his words was a test, a subtle nudge.

“You know,” Michael said. “I was shot down in France.”

Sam sobered further. Leaning against the counter, he retrieved two cigarettes and a lighter. He didn’t often smoke, but he thought it might keep the other man talking. He handed one over to Michael, and he took it gratefully. They lit up together and coiled musky tobacco smoke into the air.

“Where?” Sam asked.

Michael snorted, huffing a bit of smoke. “Lord knows. But when I woke up, I had stitches from here to here.”

He gestured to the back of his head, all the way to above his brow. It explained a small, but noticeable scar near his temple.

“And I had an angel standing over me,” he added, his eyes growing heavy. Guilty. “A bona fide angel. She’d stitched me up, she told me. She also told me I was lucky to be alive. The doc wanted to toe tag me and be done with it, but she thought I still had some fight left in me.”

Michael shook his head. “The next chance I got, I married her.”

Sam’s brows rose. He knew you had been a nurse, but he hadn’t known this part of your story.

“A wartime romance, huh?” he said. Michael quirked a smile.

“She was my anchor,” he said. “After it was all said and done, she followed me here, held my feet down to the ground. Sometimes she had to hammer me down, ya know.”

He hesitated, his eyes somewhat glazing over. He stared over Sam’s shoulder at something only he could see.

“But sometimes…sometimes an anchor just feels suffocating,” he said. “Sometimes, you need to forget your own damn name. Forget that your entire life and mortgage is in a warehouse that might as well be a freezer full a’ dead cow meat. And still, it smells a hell of a lot better than lying on a dirty cot—where the last guy who had your spot probably got his leg sawed off.” 

Michael considers the cigarette in his hand for a long while before he takes another puff.

Sam exhales smoke as well. He spent the last three years behind a desk, but he sees the same shaken core in Michael Milligan that he too often sees in his older brother.

“You know, Winchester, there’s two kinds of men,” Michael said, just a hint of a slur in his voice. “The ones who pray to live…and the ones who beg for it to be over.”

“And what kind of man are you now?” Sam asked. His tone was loose, but his gaze was sharp.

Michael snorted. He dabbed the butt of his cigarette on the inside of the sink before he threw it away.

“I’m the guy who can’t die,” he muttered.

He rolled his shoulders, as if to let the weight of his words and everything that came along with them to roll off his back. Then he pushed his way out of the bathroom, leaving Sam considering more than just half a cigarette.

That night after Dean left, you slept in the guest room instead of your bed. You couldn’t even bring yourself to sleep next to Michael when he stumbled in at four in the morning, especially now that you had seen his game with your own eyes. 

However, you also felt complicit yourself the next morning. You felt…ashamed. You took your vows seriously. You had never in your life thought you would be someone so brazen. You never thought you would dishonor your husband as well as yourself.

And yet. All while you got ready for work, hearing Michael’s snores from the other room, your mind was filled with warmth and memory—of Dean. His smile, his voice, his eyes, his lips, and of course, his hands. You couldn’t decide which of them was your favorite, but his hands were high on the list. 

You shouldn’t have let him in, you reminded yourself. You nibbled on your lower lip while you prepped the coffee maker. You should have told him goodnight at the door and saw him off. You should very well not have invited him up to the apartment, let alone drank with him, or let him touch you…

You paused while the sound of percolation and the smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. You looked up at yourself in the small mirror that hung on the wall. The woman looking back at you was conflicted at best.

Yes, you felt guilty. But at the same time, you didn’t. Was it really betraying your marriage if your husband had been doing far worse, and for God knew how long?

No. This wasn’t a marriage. This was a sham. A mockery of the very thing.

You frowned angrily and almost slammed the carafe on the counter when the coffee was done. Forcing yourself to take a few steadying breaths, you allowed that hate and anger to slowly drain out of you, and you smiled.

You marveled that you could smile at all, but it was only thanks to Dean Winchester.

What the hell am I doing?

Dean stared at the two bouquets of flowers. One was a bound bunch of red roses, the other was wildflowers and other colorful ones he didn’t know the names of. He was having a hard time deciding, namely because he didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked.

Because after all, he barely knew you.

He sighed down at the roses. They were pretty, but expensive. He could imagine your surprise, followed by your smile—the one that actually lit up your eyes and changed your whole face, made you sweeter, almost shy.

I’m buying flowers for a married woman.

The thought managed to make him pause, with a rough exhale of breath. The truth was, he’d crossed the line with you. More than once.

The hard part about it was, he didn’t really care. He did wonder if you cared.

He wondered if you’d be embarrassed to see him again. He wondered if you wanted to keep last night a memory, and nothing more. He wondered if he was better off booking his train home now, and leaving some kind of note for you with Sam. Dean didn’t think he wanted to see that look of mortification on your face, the whiskey finally cleared from your mind to see what he really was: a man with no job, no commitments, and very little prospects on the horizon.

“Ah, ‘scuse me,” a young man said from Dean’s left side.

“Oh, sorry,” Dean said, making way for the guy. He wasn’t quite as tall as Dean, lithe, blonde, and blue-eyed. He grabbed an arrangement of blue and yellow iris flowers from the case and took it up to the front. The florist seemed to recognize him.

“Oh, Michael! Been a while since I’ve seen you,” he said.

When the florist asked about you as well, the mention of your name rang between Dean’s ears. A feeling like inky claws raked through his chest; he raised his head from the roses and finally recognized Michael Milligan. He was the same man Dean had spotted in your wedding pictures hanging on the wall last night, right in the foyer.

“She’s all right,” Michael chuckled. “Truth be told, I’ve been working late this week. Hoping to surprise her tonight, take her out to dinner. Somewhere nice, you know.” 

“Oh, really? Why don’t you take her to that nice steakhouse off of Broadway…” the florist twittered on as he continued to ring up Michael’s order.

Anger and disgust prickled under Dean’s skin, his fists clenched at his sides. More than anything, he wanted to turn around and lay your husband out flat. If he thought one little bouquet and a Salisbury steak was going to wash him clean, then he was an idiot as well as a selfish bastard.

But Dean knew, deep down, that Michael would be just as justified to throw a swing right back at him.

So Dean left the flowers, the flower shop, and the entire busy street and all its blaring sounds behind.

During your lunch break, you quickly made the trek over to Sam’s office. He’d called you this morning with a story that only confirmed everything you’d inherently felt, and yet, some of it still managed to shock you. 

You didn’t even have the patience to wait until after work, but when you got there, he reassured you. It had taken him a few rounds of poker and discreetly following Michael and Dolores after they exited through the back of the club…but Sam had gotten the evidence not long after. They weren’t exactly discreet in the alley. Or in the nearby motel.

You had the envelope in hand filled with the pictures he’d developed from his camera.  

“You don’t have to look,” he advised. “I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“No, I want to see it,” you said. You took the pictures out, and your expression didn’t change as you look through them all. Each position captured was more compromising than the next between Michael and Dolores Daye. Apparently, he was paying most of her bills as well with your combined household funds. So part of your own money was financing his exploits.

“I’m sorry,” Sam said. He was sincere, with those hazel eyes of his.

You nodded and gave him back the envelope. “What’s next?”

“I went ahead and filed the petition. I’ll take this right to the clerk’s office myself.”

“How long will it take to be over?”

“As long as Michael plays along, should be quick. A few months at most, after he’s served the divorce papers and signs them,” Sam assured.

A few months? That wasn’t quick enough in your book, but you agreed with a nod. You got up from the chair opposite his desk. You hesitated there.

“Oh, I meant to ask…how’s your brother?” you said.

Sam began to smile, but he tempered it. “He just called before you came in. He let me know he was stepping out for a walk.”

“Oh, really? Did he happen to say where?”

You not only found Dean in Central Park, but close to the very same bench you two had sat on yesterday and talked the night away. He was surprised, but he smiled when he saw you. Your pace quickened, until you were hastening over to him. He welcomed you into his arms. He bent his head towards yours, stopping just shy of kissing you. Instead, he pressed his forehead to yours for a moment.

“Well, look who’s here?” he teased. “How’d you find me?”

“I stopped by Sam’s office,” you said, holding onto the lapels of his coat. A cold November wind pushed at you both, ruffling your clothes. “The paperwork is on its way. Soon enough, I won’t be a married woman anymore.”

He tucked a wild strand of hair behind your ear and smiled, but it didn’t altogether reach his eyes.

“How soon is soon?” he asked.

“A few months, according to your brother.”

Dean nodded, taking a deep breath. “That’s good…but, I need to head home for a little while.”

That made you pause, tilting your head in confusion. Though you supposed it made sense. He was only here visiting his brother. He was planning on going home eventually.

But surely, that was before we… You lowered your gaze.

“Back to Lawrence?” you asked. Again, he nodded.

“I need to take care of some things, figure out my next move,” he said.

You pulled away from him to brace yourself, and not just against the cold. “Well, when will you be back?” 

He stayed quiet, worrying you even more. There was a deep pit forming in your stomach, churning with unease.  

“Dean?” you prodded.

He stepped back in to grasp your arms gently.

“Sweetheart…the truth is, I don’t have much to offer you,” he said. “I don’t have a business to inherit from my folks. I don’t even have a job. I’m a man who was about as useful as a jackhammer, until the war ended.”

You frowned, resting a hand against his chest. “Dean Winchester, that’s not all there is to you.”

“Really. When did you figure that one out, in the whole week you’ve known me?” he asked. It was harsher than he meant to be, but he couldn’t help the words that were spilling out of his mouth. “Didn’t that get you in trouble the first time? I’d a thought you would’ve learned your lesson by now.”

You snatched your hand back, hurt filling your eyes. You turned to walk away before he saw your tears. You should have known. You should have known a man like him would never be serious. Not about you. 

As soon as he let the words go, Dean realized what he was doing. Yeah, he was frustrated, but it wasn’t aimed at you. It couldn’t be aimed at you.

God knew he didn’t want to hurt you, or for you to hate him. He really couldn’t stomach either thought, so he relented and reached out to grab at your hand, before you could get too far. 

“Wait,” he said, managing to pull you back to him. “I’m sorry.”

You tugged your hand to try and free yourself from his grasp. 

“You know what, maybe you’re right,” you said, your voice wobbling with anger, dismay, and tears. “Maybe I ought to stop letting a man get even an inch into my heart. At this point, it’s my own fault.”

“Stop,” Dean demanded. “No, it’s not.” 

He pulled you back into him, but you looked away from his imploring gaze. Your breaths grew shallow while you tried in vain to stop yourself from crying. It damn well broke his heart.

“It’s not your fault. I’m just an idiot,” He cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears as they fell. “But you…you deserve to be happy. With a man that can take care of you, protect you. A man who has a little more of his life figured out.”

“You’re just saying that so you have an excuse for toying with me. So you can keep chasing skirts,” you said, pushing at his chest. “Yes, your brother told me about all your little exploits.”

Dean took the blow, both proverbial and physical, with a raise of his brows. He guessed he couldn’t blame you for that one. Still, the disdain behind your words stung. He allowed you to break free of him.

You stepped back and straightened your clothes. You took in a deep breath that did nothing to calm you, and you uttered a humorless laugh.

“I suppose it makes sense. Why would you want anything to do with me?” You gestured down at yourself with a dismissive hand. “A-a walking mess. Even when I am divorced, that’s how people will see me. Damaged goods. I don’t even know how I’m gonna tell my parents.”

You covered your face against Dean and the rest of the world, and after weeks and months, you finally allowed yourself the one thing you hadn’t since your first inkling that your husband was being unfaithful. You finally allowed yourself to break.

The first sob shuddered through your body, followed by hot tears. You squeezed your eyes against them and wiped at your face in vain.

Dean broke too, in his own way. He gathered you into his arms, where he shushed you gently and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“I wasn’t giving you an excuse,” he said.

Despite how much you wanted to push him away, the deep, steady timbre of his voice pierced you and soothed you at the same time.

“I meant every word I said. I may not be the right guy for you, but don’t you dare take a scrap of what anyone else might say, you hear me?” he said firmly. “You’re beautiful. You don’t suffer fools like me, and you’re better than that sad sack excuse of a man deserves.”

You looked up at him with watery eyes.

“You’re a lot of things, Dean Winchester, but you’re not a fool.”

He shook his head, not wanting to argue with you anymore. He just kissed you, deeply, thoroughly, the way you always imagined a kiss should be.

Except that you realized…this was goodbye. So you took advantage of every second of it.

You met him with as much as he gave and reached up to touch his cheek. It felt a little rough under your fingers, just like you remembered. You would probably always remember that feeling, long after you left the park.

That evening, you packed as many bags as you could. You put together the savings you’d been collecting for a few months. It had been at your coworker Jess’s advice, ever since you started feeling the inkling that something wasn’t right in your marriage.

After you were all packed, you took one last, long look at the space you had tried to make your home. With one last tear trailing your cheek, you stepped out of the apartment. You took the bus uptown, where you later checked into a hotel. 

When your husband finally got home from work, he would find a one-page letter written in your own hand. 

For once, Sam was actually home in his apartment. He was helping Dean take his suitcase to the front door after calling a taxi to come shortly. Sam wasn’t happy about it though.

“You don’t have to go so soon, Dean,” said Sam.

Dean gave a humorless laugh. He grabbed his coat from the rack and threw it on.

“I’ve gotta get back to the house. It’s already been empty too long,” he said. Three years too long. “Fact is, I’m just getting in your way here.”

He couldn’t quite meet Sam’s eyes as he went to the door, but Sam stopped him with a pressing hand on his arm, tugging him back.

“Hey,” Sam said, his brows furrowed. “That’s not true. Where’d you get that idea?”

Dean raised his brows. “You mean the way you’ve haven’t been home more than a few hours a night? The way the only time I see you is if I go find you at that office. You should open up a Bed n’ Breakfast there. You’d make a double killing in this town.”

Sam wilted. “Dean, we opened the firm barely a month ago. I’m just trying to—”

Dean laid a hand on his shoulder, relenting.

“Hey, look. I’m not judging you, Sammy. I’m not,” he said. “You’re building something. I know that. I just need to go figure out how to do the same, whatever that means for me.”

Sam stared back at him, still with that frown. His guilt and reluctance to see Dean go was reflected in his eyes; those sad puppy dog eyes that used to get him out of almost any punishment with their parents when the boys were young. Before.

The corner of Dean’s mouth kicked up into a smirk.

“Don’t worry. I’ll see you again soon,” he said.

“How soon is soon?” Sam asked. It was something their mother used to say to John whenever he called late, promising he’d come home after long days in town buying supplies for the farm.

“The divorce papers will be served to Michael Milligan,” Sam added, pointedly raising his brows. “She…could use your support.”

Dean’s smile faded at the mention of you. His hand slipped from Sam’s shoulder.

“She’s got a strong head on her shoulders. She’ll be all right,” he said. He heard the honk of the taxi outside. He grabbed up his hat, set it on his head, and took up his bags. He turned back to Sam at the last moment. “I’m sure you’ll look out for her.”

It was somehow both a question, and an imploring charge. Sam sighed, but he nodded in agreement. His brother could be so very stubborn. Once he got an idea of what he thought he needed to do, there was almost no talking him out of it.

Sam opened the door for him and walked him out to the car, helping him with his bags. Before Dean could get into the cab, Sam stopped him. Their gazes met, but in that moment, no words were needed.

They pulled one another into a firm hug.

I’m sorry. I should’ve been there more for you.

Don’t worry about it. It’s already forgotten.

Dean released him first with a smile, and a heavy pat of Sam’s shoulder. He turned and climbed into the cab’s backseat. Afterwards, Sam watched the yellow cab take his brother away to the train station, feeling a weight in his heart that wouldn’t subside.

He would never know that Dean felt exactly the same way. Except that impossible weight felt a lot like your hand, gently laid over his heart.

Dean took up his suitcase as the train pulled into the station. He stepped up onto the platform and retrieved the ticket from his pocket, but he paused, hearing a familiar voice shouting his name.

He turned his head and saw Sam rushing to meet him at the platform.

“What’s the matter? What’re you doing here?” Dean asked in surprise. He didn’t like the wary apprehension written across Sam’s face.

“I just took a closer look at Milligan’s finances,” he said. “Before you go, there’s something you might want to know.”

AN: Come on, we needed at least one cliffhanger in this series! 😘 What do you think Sam rushed over to tell Dean? What did you think about their "goodbye," as well as her and Dean's goodbye? ...And are you ready for all the drama that's about to go down? lol 

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Except the loud, insistent knock on the door broke you out of your thoughts. Straightening up with a frown, you set down your glass and went over to the door. Maybe it was Housekeeping coming up to bring you the fresh towels you asked for. The ones that had been laid out in the bathroom smelled musty.

You opened the door to a tall frame taking up room in the doorway. It was Michael, standing there both disheveled and steaming mad. He held your letter crumpled in his left hand. 

“Michael, what—what’re you doing here?” you gasped and stepped back. He followed you inside the room and slammed it shut. He looked around at your open suitcases in disbelief, then finally at you.

“What’s this supposed to mean, huh?” he demanded to know. He shook the flimsy piece of paper at you.

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Love In a Divorce [Part 4] | C.JH x Reader

SUMMARY | In a strained 10-year marriage, you and your husband decide to get a divorce due to growing tensions. While meeting with your divorce attorney, you unexpectedly develop feelings for him. As the divorce process unfolds, you find yourself in an intimate relationship with the attorney, complicating the situation as you navigate your separation from your ex-husband.

PAIRINGS | Jongho x Fem!Reader

RATING | Mature, 18+, NSFW, MINORS DNI!!!

CONTENT WARNINGS | NSFW, Smut, Physical Harm, Abusive Relationship, Anxiety/Panicking, Bruises, Cursing, Unprotective Sex (Don't do it.), Creampie, Alcohol Consumption, Drunk Sex (Consensual), Marking, (I might have missed some, sorry if I did.)

WORD COUNT | 4.5k

AUTHOR NOTE | This is part 4! I am near the end, but I've been dealing with school, work and moving at the moment. I am sorry I am backed up on my stories + requests TT ...

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As you sat at your desk, the hum of office chatter and the soft clatter of keyboards filled the room, but it all felt distant—like background noise you couldn’t fully tune into. No matter how hard you tried to focus, your mind kept drifting back to last night with Jongho. The warmth of his arms around you, the heated moments you both shared, and the way his presence had made you feel safe—like you belonged somewhere for the first time in a long while.

You stared at your screen, fingers poised over the keyboard, but the words blurred, your thoughts tangled with memories of his touch, his voice, the subtle scent of his cologne still lingering in your mind. I just want to be with him forever, you thought, the realization hitting you with a quiet intensity. It wasn’t just the comfort he offered—it was how effortlessly he filled the empty spaces inside you, the parts you thought would never feel whole again.

You shook your head slightly, trying to pull yourself back to the present, to the work piling up in front of you. But no matter how hard you tried, your heart was already somewhere else—back in that quiet apartment, wrapped in the warmth of Jongho’s presence. And with every passing hour, the longing to return to him grew stronger, like an invisible thread tugging at your heart.

You got up from your desk, hoping a quick walk to the break room and a glass of water would help clear your mind. The fluorescent lights hummed softly above you as your footsteps echoed down the hallway, your thoughts still tangled with memories of Jongho.

But as you rounded the corner, your heart stopped.

There he was—your husband—walking through the office doors like he belonged there. His presence was like a cold wave crashing over you, washing away the warmth you'd been clinging to all morning. Your heart dropped, thudding heavily in your chest, a mix of fear, confusion, and dread rising like a knot in your throat.

Why is he here? The question echoed in your mind, panic settling into the pit of your stomach.

You instinctively stepped back slightly, trying to steady your breathing, your fingers tightening around the empty cup in your hand. Your mind raced with possibilities—Did he find out where I was staying? Is he here to cause a scene? —but no answers came, only the rapid beating of your heart as you watched him move further into the office, oblivious to your presence for now.

You stood frozen for a moment, gathering the courage to decide what to do next. Your husband stormed up to you, his face twisted with anger, his voice sharp and accusing.

"Where were you last night? Why didn’t you come home? Are you cheating on me? Is that why you want a divorce? Are you sleeping with someone?" he snapped, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist tightly, his fingers digging into your skin. His glare was piercing, filled with rage that made your heart pound in fear.

Panic surged through you like a tidal wave. Your breath hitched as your eyes darted around the room, catching the concerned stares of your coworkers. Their conversations had stopped, replaced by a heavy silence as everyone turned to witness the unfolding scene. The humiliation burned hot in your chest, mixing with fear.

You wanted to scream, to push him away, to fight back—but the words stuck in your throat, frozen by the overwhelming intensity of the moment. Your eyes welled with tears, blurring your vision as your heart raced, trapped between fear and helplessness.

Say something, your mind screamed, but your voice felt lost, buried beneath the weight of his grip and the suffocating tension surrounding you.

"Let me go..." was all you could manage to say, your voice shaky, barely more than a whisper. You tried pulling your wrist free, but his grip only tightened, the pain sharp and immediate as his fingers dug into your skin.

Without giving you a chance to resist further, he dragged you through the office, ignoring the shocked, concerned looks from your coworkers. Your heart pounded in your chest, tears stinging your eyes—not just from the pain, but from the humiliation of being pulled like this, powerless, exposed.

Once outside, his grip remained relentless as he snapped even louder, his face twisted with fury. "You smell like another guy's cologne!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the surrounding buildings.

You felt your wrist throbbing under his iron grasp, pretty sure it would bruise from the force. Panic surged through you, but beneath the fear, something else began to rise—anger. Anger at him, at the situation, at how small he made you feel.

Your breath came in quick, shallow bursts, but deep down, you knew this had to stop. You are not his possession. You are stronger than this.

Gathering every ounce of courage, you clenched your free hand into a fist, not just with fear, but with determination. This was not going to be the moment he controlled you anymore.

Your heart pounded as adrenaline surged through your veins. The fear gripping you was overwhelming, but something deep inside—an ember of strength—flared to life.

"We are getting a divorce. There’s no damn way I still belong to you!" you shouted, your voice trembling but fierce. "I’m already filing it at my next meeting!"

With every bit of strength you had, you yanked your arm free, clenching your fists at your sides. But before you could even take a breath, his hand came down hard across your face. The sharp sting of the slap echoed in your ears, and your vision blurred momentarily from the force.

He didn’t stop. His fingers gripped your chin roughly, forcing you to look into his eyes, filled with rage and control.

"You’re going home with me, and you’ll never see the light of day again," he hissed, as he shoved your face away like you were nothing, his hand quickly latching onto your arm again. But something inside you snapped. This was it—you weren’t going to let him win. Not anymore.

You pulled back with all your strength, planting your feet firmly on the ground. "HELP!" you screamed, your voice raw and desperate, echoing through the open space around you. "SOMEONE HELP ME!"

Your cry pierced the air, shattering the barrier of silence that fear had built around you. People nearby stopped, heads snapping in your direction. Strangers’ eyes locked on the scene, their expressions shifting from confusion to concern as they processed what was happening.

Your husband’s grip faltered just slightly, caught off guard by your sudden defiance and the attention it was drawing. But you didn’t stop yelling. "HELP! HE’S HURTING ME!"

Several people began rushing toward you, some pulling out their phones, others shouting at him to let you go. You could see someone dialing the police. The fear was still there, but this time, it was joined by something stronger hope. This time he let go and let you run off. But he was the one running like a coward. You just glared at him as he walked to his car and drove off.

"Are you okay?" one of your coworkers rushed over, their voice filled with concern as they gently guided you away from your husband’s grip and back inside the building. Your heart was racing, your breath coming in shallow gasps as the adrenaline slowly began to wear off, leaving behind a shaky, hollow feeling in your chest.

The moment you stepped back inside, the warmth of the office felt suffocating compared to the cold fear that still lingered on your skin. You could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on you—worried, sympathetic, and shocked.

Glancing down, you saw the dark outline of a bruise already forming on your wrist, the skin tender and swollen from his brutal grip. You instinctively tried to cover it with your sleeve, but the ache reminded you it was there.

When you caught a glimpse of your reflection in a nearby glass panel, your stomach twisted. A vivid red mark spread across your cheek; the harsh imprint of his slap unmistakable. Your eyes were glassy, filled with tears you’d been fighting to hold back.

"Do you want me to call someone? The police?" your coworker asked softly, their hand resting lightly on your shoulder, grounding you.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry and tight, but deep down, you knew what you had to do. This was your moment to take back control, to protect yourself, and to make sure he’d never hurt you again.

"No," you whispered, your voice trembling. "It's okay... I'm okay..." you shook off your reaction.

"You should go home," your coworker said softly, their voice filled with concern. "I’ll let your manager know what happened and cover for you."

You nodded, your throat tight as you whispered, "Thank you," barely able to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

The walk to your car felt like a blur, your legs shaky beneath you. Once inside, you closed the door, the silence pressing heavily around you. Your hands trembled as you gripped the steering wheel, staring blankly ahead, your mind racing.

The bruise on your wrist throbbed, a painful reminder of what had just happened. You could still feel the sting on your cheek, the echo of his words ringing in your head.

Your phone sat in your lap, the screen lighting up with notifications you couldn’t bother to check. Your heart ached with the overwhelming need to hear a familiar, comforting voice. You hovered over your contacts, torn between two names—Yeosang and Jongho.

Your fingers trembled as you stared at the screen, debating who to call. You needed someone—not just anyone—but someone who would understand, who wouldn’t judge, who would make you feel like you weren’t alone. You decided to call Jongho hoping he wasn't busy at work.

With a shaky breath, you finally pressed the call button, your heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. The phone barely rang once before Jongho picked up, his familiar voice soft and steady through the speaker.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked gently, his tone filled with quiet concern.

That simple question—so casual, so full of care—was the breaking point. The dam you’d been holding back all morning finally burst. A sob escaped your lips, raw and uncontrollable, and before you could stop yourself, you were crying—really crying. The kind of cry that came from deep inside, from fear, exhaustion, and the overwhelming weight of everything you’d been through.

You couldn’t even form words at first, just gasps between sobs, your body shaking as you gripped the phone tighter, tears streaming down your face.

Jongho didn’t hang up. He didn’t rush you. His voice remained calm, like an anchor in the middle of your storm. "It’s okay. I’m here. Just breathe, Y/N. I’ve got you. Where are you?"

Hearing his voice, steady and patient, made the fear feel a little less consuming. Even though you couldn’t get the words out just yet, knowing he was there, listening, was enough to keep you from falling apart completely. You tried to calm yourself and asked if you could see him at the office. He sighed and said he should be free in about an hour.

"No, I mean… I need to talk to you. I need to finish this so I can get away from him," you managed to choke out between shaky breaths, wiping the tears from your face with the sleeve of your shirt.

There was a brief pause on the other end, Jongho’s tone softening even more, his professionalism slipping into something warmer, more personal. "Oh… then you can come by," he said gently, his voice steady like it always was, the calm you desperately needed right now.

You let out a shaky sigh, the tension in your chest easing just slightly. "Okay," you whispered, your fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter as you started the car.

As soon as you arrived at Jongho’s office, you rushed down the familiar hallway, your footsteps echoing softly against the sterile walls. Your heart was pounding—not from fear this time, but from urgency. The need to feel safe, to be heard, to finally put an end to all of this.

Pushing open his office door, you stepped inside, shutting it quietly behind you. Jongho’s eyes were glued to his computer screen, his brow slightly furrowed in focus. But the soft click of the door caught his attention, and he glanced up. The moment his eyes met yours, his expression shifted instantly from neutral concentration to deep concern. He got up and went to you immediately.

You didn’t say anything at first. His gaze flickered over you, lingering on the faint red mark still visible on your cheek, then dropping to your wrist, where the faint outline of bruises peeked through your sleeve. His jaw clenched slightly, but he didn’t let the frustration take over this time. Instead, his eyes softened with genuine worry.

"What happened to you?" he asked quietly, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

You stared down at your feet, your hands trembling slightly in your lap, unable to meet his eyes. "It was my husband," you whispered, the words tasting bitter and heavy as they left your mouth.

Jongho exhaled slowly, his fingers curling slightly into fists on his desk before he quickly relaxed them, trying to stay calm—for you.

"Okay," he said gently, his voice a grounding force. "You’re here now. We’ll handle this. I promise." You felt just so tired; you wanted to drop on your knees and cry until you pass out. but Jongho held you by your waist softly. "If you need to cry, just let it out. It's okay." He whispered but you exhaled trying to hold it in.

"Come here," Jongho said softly, his voice filled with warmth and care. Without waiting for you to respond, he stood up and gently reached for you, pulling you into his arms.

The moment his arms wrapped around you, a wave of warmth washed over you, melting the icy grip of fear and sadness that had been clinging to you all day. His embrace was firm yet gentle, like he was trying to hold all the broken pieces of you together without letting any of them slip through.

You finally look into his eyes and soon before you know it, your lips connect with his. Jongho immediately lifts you up pressing your back to the wall as he holds you up. You start making out softly, but very soon it gets heated. You wrap your hands around his neck continuing to make out with him. He is first to pull away, panting.

"I need to get back to work..." he whispers but you don't want him to stop. You need Jongho right now. You pull him into another kiss, and he soon gives back in. He lets you stand back up and you remove your blouse and bra. He exhales out and makes out with you. You grip onto his shoulders as he lowers himself down leaving small kissing on your chest and neck.

"Jongho..." You whisper, fingers tangling in his hair. Jongho grabs your waist and takes you to his chair and he lifts you up to his lap and sits on his chair. You watch him as he immediately pulls your dress skirt down along with your underwear. He sits up pushing his paperwork and computer to the side as he sets you on his table.

"You are so beautiful." He whispers kissing your lips softly as he unzips his pants. You felt the tip of his cock slip in between your folds, causing you to moan out loudly. He kisses you immediately telling you to not be so loud.

"I don't want my coworkers finding out I am not working right now..." Jongho huffs out, going back in to attach his lips on yours. You felt him start thrusting in and out slowly. Jongho pulls his lips away for a second to catch his breath as he continues moving. You look up at him trying to keep eye contact but instead you whine out covering your mouth. You see Jongho caress your face as he then proceeds to pull your hand away from your mouth. You notice a string of saliva connecting from your lips and fingers.

"I only asked you to be less loud, you can still moan..." He whispers groaning as he starts to thrust in rougher. You nod and whine at the overwhelming feeling. No matter how much you have fucked in your life, you somehow felt Jongho was still stretching you out. Jongho groans as he immediately pulls his coat off and unbuttons his shirt.

"Jongho..." You moan out now having your hands snake around his arms gripping them. Jongho smirks at your reaction seeing you completely getting destroyed underneath him. You pull his neck back towards you to kiss him and you both make out sloppily.

"Fuck... Y/N." He curses as his thrusts get sloppier. You both are a complete mess. As Jongho keeps getting rougher, you felt your entire body melt underneath him. You knew you were close to coming undone. You throw your head to the side panting loudly not caring anymore if his co-workers hear you both.

"Please..." You try to speak but you just couldn't while you were panting and moaning completely out of breath. Jongho turned your head to face him so he can keep kissing you. Not even a minute later, Jongho released inside you causing you to shiver at the feeling. He starts to slow down and soon stop but stays inside, panting and huffing heavily. Jongho's fingers run through his hair pushing it back as he pants. His chest, arms and forehead all glistening with sweat.

"Oh my god..." you chuckle softly as he pulls out leaving you cold. You sit up and wrap your arms around his neck just staring at him while panting.

"I love you..." you whisper feeling your heart beat out of your chest as you both just stare lovingly into each other's eyes. Jongho hums and his index finger wipes your bottom lip softly.

"I love you too Y/N." He sits on his chair. You smile softly at him fingers running through his hair, back of his neck. You both immediately heard a knock on the door and right away you both got dressed again. Jongho grabbed his paperwork and computer setting it back as you sat on the couch nervously trying to wipe your expressions off your faces. Jongho went to get the door and you both saw Yeosang on the other side.

"Hey! I just wanted to deliver you this, you left it at the party and Yunho thought you wouldn't..." Yeosang paused as his eyes scanned the room and saw you. You and Jongho still both looked like a mess. Yeosang went silent and just looked back at Jongho almost shocked.

"Was I interrupting something?" Yeosang whispers, eyes a bit wide. Jongho sighs and speaks, "Nope! But thank you for giving back my card." Jongho tries to keep casual, but Yeosang face shows that he knows what happened, almost giving a smug look.

"Sorry for interrupting your special meeting..." Yeosang tries to hold in his laugh as he leaves the building. Jongho glares at Yeosang and immediately shuts the door, locking it again. You look at Jongho and sigh smiling at him.

"He is right though, it was special..." You tease causing Jongho to blush.

"I need to get back to work." He tries to shut off the conversation looking away from you. He sits on his seat and go through his computer scrolling and typing stuff you don't really care or found interest in.

"Really? You don't think so?" you pout, moving closer to Jongho as your fingers gently trace over his shoulders and arms. "Funny... I could've sworn that 'I love you' meant something different," you murmur, a playful tease lacing your words. Jongho lets out a breath, trying to ignore the effect you have on him, but it's a losing battle.

"Your mood seems to have shifted," he notes, his voice steady despite the way your hand slides upward, fingers weaving through his hair and absentmindedly twirling a few strands.

"Hmm..." you hum softly, your mischievousness unmistakable.

As the day went on, Jongho finally wrapped up his work and turned to you with a warm smile, asking, "Do you want to cook dinner together tonight, or should we go out instead?"

"How is your hand by the way?" Jongho asks still concerned. You smile softly. "I think I am okay, and we can eat at home, but I would like to order take out." You look down at your hand seeing the bruise still there but didn't care. Jongho and you both went back home and Jongho was a bit silent during dinner. Not really talking until you both finished eating dinner.

"Tomorrow is the final signing... the divorce signing. You need to let him know to show up," Jongho finally spoke after dinner, his voice steady and composed. "I'll be there with you since I have to go through everything with the judge."

A wave of nervousness washed over you as the reality sank in, Jongho and your ex-husband would finally have to face each other.

"I really don't want to see him again, Jongho..." you admit, trying to keep your voice steady, but your hands begin to tremble despite your efforts. Jongho looks up at you, his expression softening as he notices your unease.

"Hey, it's okay," he reassures you, his voice gentle as he reaches out to steady your shaking hands. "I'll be there with you. He can't do anything in front of a whole room of people and a judge. You're not facing this alone."

You nod softly taking an exhale to calm yourself, you soon felt Jongho press his lips against yours softly. You leaned into the kiss as you tried deepening it. Jongho followed through and deepened the kiss. You look into his eyes softly, "I need a drink I think..." You whisper. Jongho nods at your request and gets you something to drink.

You and Jongho sat together on the sofa, the soft glow of the TV flickering across your faces as you continued to drink, one glass after another. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the show playing, a comfortable silence settling between you both.

"Y/N, I don't want you to feel overwhelmed, are you sure you are doing, okay?" Jongho asked as he saw you getting up for a 4th glass.

"Yeaaa I am fine." You huff at him pouting. You felt your mind go fuzzy as you instead chugged the bottle. Jongho sighed and got up from the sofa and walked over to you. You felt him grab your wrist softly causing you to gasp lightly. He takes the bottle from your hands and sets it down.

"I think it is time for you to go to sleep." He sighs and you stare at him angrily. You proceeded to grab his wrist with your other hand as he just looks at you with a soft gaze in his eyes.

"Y/N. Please, I hate seeing you like this. I think you need to sleep it off." Jongho sighs. You immediately kissed him almost stumbling onto him.

"What I want, is to be wrapped around you... In bed." you giggle softly. His lips tasted sweeter than ever before, maybe cause of how spicy and bitter the alcohol was. He sighed knowing how bad of a sex joke that was.

"I want you to show me how strong you are Jongho..." You bite your lip pulling him closer to you wanting to kiss him more. He leans in and softly kisses you trying to take it slow.

"If I do this, will you promise me you will go to bed after?" Jongho whispers against his kisses. You nod telling him you promise. Jongho sighs and you immediately start undressing yourself pulling your clothes off. He lifts you up and takes you to the bed.

"I need you Jongho..." You begged him to pleasure you, caressing his arm and looking softly into his eyes. Your mind felt fuzzy but filled with dirty thoughts.

"Y/N..." Jongho takes his clothes off getting on the bed with you. "I am not going to go hard; I want to show you how much I love you and just take my time with you." He says and you whine at the thought.

"Fine..." You huff out. Jongho grabs your leg wrapping it around his waist. You felt his tip press against your already soaking wet cunt. Your fingers trace around his arms as he slowly shoves himself in, cursing at the feeling.

"Jongho!" You moan out grinding your hips down trying to get more friction. He groans at your attempt to fuck yourself on him. You bite your lip as he shoves himself all the way in not leaving you time to adjust.

"I thought you said you were going to be soft." You tease giggling a bit. You face heated up as you saw the dark lust in his eyes.

"Can't believe my divorce attorney is fucking me in his bed." You laugh hiccupping completely drunk. He stares at you and rolls his eyes at your attempts to be funny. He immediately shuts you up as he starts thrusting in and out.

"Ah!" You gasp in shock not expecting him to move already, He leans down to kiss you, causing you to kiss him back. You hum and moan into the kiss which you try to turn it into a sloppy make out session, but he pulls away as he stays leaning down looking into your eyes. You hear Jongho groaning and moaning as he thrusts into you.

You throw your head to the side, arms now sliding onto his neck. You try to look at him and feel his hot breath against your face. Jongho attaches his lips to your neck as he thrusts himself in faster.

"I love you so fucking much Jongho..." You moan out nails digging into his arms.

"I love you too." He whispers as he sits back up and grips your waist slamming into you. You moan loudly almost echoing through the room.

"Jongho! I can't take it anymore!" You moan out whimpering from how extremely over pleasured you felt. His shaft was rubbing you inside in such a pleasuring feeling. You were hiccupping and moaning begging him to go harder.

"Fuck... You are making me insane..." He groans now fucking you relentlessly. Your nails were digging into his arms leaving marks on them. His lips attached to your neck leaving marks on your neck. You both were fucking each other like wild animals.

"I'm... So close Y/N..." Jongho moaned against your neck. You whimpered begging him to cum inside you. You then felt his cock twitch inside you as he then came inside.

You both panted and soon Jongho pulled himself out, laying on the bed with you. You felt him wrap his arms around you in a comforting way, making you feel safe and secure with him. Little before you knew, you slowly fell asleep with him.

•

GOOD NIGHT I WILL BE SOBBING IN MY CLOSET TONIGHT.

[crooked-wasteland]

The Karen client said about her husband "he probably cheated on me" which implies that she doesn't have any evidence of it, and given that she is meant to be homophobic-commenting that her husband is "poisoning" her daughters with his "immoral" lifestyle-I think the implication is that she is just working off her preconceived assumptions about gay people.

I've seen fans call Stolitz criticals "homophobic" for not understanding this implication and for criticisms of Stolitz, which is part of the reason I'm bringing this up.

In your opinion, does this remove the unfortunate implications of Sinsmas justifying cheating when its between two men, and the portrayal of the woman as an one-d "homophobic Karen"?

In my opinion the way female characters are written in the Helluvaverse is still clearly influenced by misogynistic attitudes, and a more mature media would be able to give complexity and even compassion to "jerkass" characters.

It is true that there are negative stereotypes around Queer people being cheaters, and while the show implies that there is no evidence and so it may not be the case that he cheated, the show also turns around and has Blitz compare his relationship directly onto these characters as a means of saying "Cheating isn't that big a deal".

It's one thing to have the idea that the implication of the victims cheating isn't grounded and the characters genuinely think this is a level of pettiness that even they find unethical (which goes against their entire premise of a business, but let's not think about that). To which the Karen Client should have been made a mockery of. That is how framing sets up that what the character believes is actually something to be critical or skeptical of. Not simply the use of demeaning stereotypes to discredit her.

By the story comparing Blitz and Stolas to the two gay dads in the episode, it is trying to say that cheating doesn't matter. While we don't know if the gay dads were a product of cheating, we are not under that sort of deniability with Stolitz. The message cannot both be "There is no evidence and so they are innocent" as well as "Even if they aren't innocent, they should be innocent". The stereotyping is extrapolated while the justification for cheating is explicit.

The Karen Client as well is not shown to be all that terrible a person. She feels resentful and slighted, but because she is in Hell I'm supposed to believe she deserves to be there? When the premise of the first episode was that Mrs. Mayberry was a model human just under Jesus Christ himself and had one moment of rage from such a deep betrayal by her husband (oh look, cheating again but when this man cheated, it was with another woman so I guess that's why it's bad) that made all the good she did in the world null.

The Karen Client is at best ornery and unpleasant. But that's not evil. And I think this could tangent into a complete discussion over how Medrano's idea of Pure Evil is Beatrice Horseman: a woman who lost hope.

[dangersnekcrowleylover]

Ineffable Sims Household Day 2:

Things are getting so weird I swear this post will be too long LOL. Firstly. Aziraphale just randomly ran up to the attic garden to stare at gardening tools that Crowley had declared an heirloom... thinking of his husband I assume.

Then, I let them go to a party together, but of course, while Azi talks to the people, CROWLEY decides now is the time to learn how to stitch, because his adhd ass just doesn't like not having anything to do.

They did end up watching the stars together so that was cute at least.

However, when I leave them there and log in the later, there was an update and all my mods are disabled. Im greeted by this:

Thanks Crowley, please put your grippers away. After that, I tend to them for a bit, they cuddle... and I notice something weird.

Cheated??? WHAT? Turns out, the loyal trait means he interpreted somebody flirting with him as "cheating". You sweet summer child. Really. Mans felt guilty for even being glanced at by someone else that he thought he needed to confess. I checked, it was literally a SINGLE flirty interaction I didn't even see. I managed to fix it but, Crowley gods, you cannot be THAT soppy.

Fun fact, this happened RIGHT after:

People in general have been staring at him wherever he goes and it seems he's getting popular. Unsure what Azi would think if he knew... HAHA

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

Last (Sam Winchester x female reader)

It was never supposed to happen. But this is the last time. It has to be.

Read it on AO3

My 2024 Kinktober series

Rated E. 1.1k words. Cheating (kind of the worst kind). Secrets. Grief. Temptation.

The sheets rustle behind you when Sam sits up, and from the way he sounds you can tell he’s leaning forward, long outstretched legs slightly angled, elbows resting on knees. You know the white sheet must have slipped off him far enough to reveal his chest, his arms, the tan skin and the hair on both, the feeling of it ghosting under your fingertips.

You know that he’s staring at the back of your head with those sweet, dark eyes. Guilt probably making him feel sick to his stomach as well.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed and your hand goes up to wipe at the tears you started crying after you woke up. You wait for Sam to say something, but he doesn’t.

“This was the last time,” you say, not turning to him. Your voice sounds thick from the tears, but you don’t care. “I can’t do this anymore.” Sam’s quiet for a moment before he answers.

“I know,” he says.

“It’s not right,” you add, and he only repeats it. You bite your lip in the hope it will stop new tears from flowing.

“If he’s…” you start, but can’t continue, the thought too horrible.

“He can never know,” Sam says, voice final. Sam’s moral, always tries to do the right thing, but he knows how tremendously he has fucked up. He knows there’s no path that leads to being able to justify this, even if his brother is out there howling at the moon with Crowley. There is no explanation, nothing that can ever make this right.

So, he has decided, a lie is, in this case, the best and only solution. Because he could not stand it if Dean ever finds out. He wouldn’t survive it. And neither would Dean.

You turn around, look at Sam. In the low light of the room, Sam can see the glistening trail of tears on your cheeks. You’re naked, and somehow the bunker’s sterile light makes it look like you’re bathed in moonlight. Sam can’t stop his eyes from flickering down to your breasts, remembering how just a little while ago he wrapped his lips around your nipple and you arched up at him, ran your hand into the thick hair at the back of his neck to pull him closer.

He blinks a few times, tries to shake himself out of the memory. You are still looking at him.

“If he comes back… if we can heal him…” you start, but then stop again. It’s not like either of you hasn’t said the same thing a million times. Grief over Dean’s death and then relief that he wasn’t dead has thrown you both for a loop. You’ve both been on edge for weeks, too little sleep, too much caffeine. Too much fear. That you can’t get Dean back, or worse, that he will come back, but as he is now. A demon.

That he’ll come back and you save him and that he finds out.

It wasn’t until one night not so long ago that Sam decided he needed assistance to sleep, which was when you found him drinking in the library. Your first instinct was to stop him, but there was no point, so you joined him instead. You didn’t have the energy for anything else, not with Dean out there, doing God knows what. God knows who.

You want to scoff at yourself, at the fact that he is a demon and your biggest worry is that he is with other women. The thought of it, of the gold band on your finger not meaning anything anymore, that he is out there, back to his old ways…

No. No, you tell yourself, don’t lie. Is that really your greatest worry? That he’s sleeping around? Or are you just trying to justify what you have been doing? Trying to justify why only an hour earlier you were on your back, ass at the foot of the bed, body covered in a sheen of sweat, one of your legs hooked over Sam’s elbow while your husband’s brother fucked you without abandon?

Is this the payback? The payback for what Dean might be doing? Not even Dean. This demon inside of him. You don’t want to think like that, don’t want to be this petty, but your brain keeps grasping at things to justify yourself. All it lands on is the image of your fingernails scratching down Sam’s thick biceps, begging him to fuck you harder while he lowers his head to suck a mark into your neck in response.

A mark. The irony isn’t lost on you.

Neither of you is sure who made the first move that night in the library, who cracked first. Who was more desperate, lonelier. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe you stopped caring the moment Sam pushed you down on the table, held you in place and slammed himself into you, your mind blissfully emptied by the fullness he provided.

You’ve ended up like this most nights since. You both tell yourselves you need this, that it helps you focus. It’s a lie. You don’t know what it is.

The good thing, and the horrible thing at the same time, is that it’s the only time you don’t think about Dean. Not the bad parts, not the good parts. And maybe that is the real betrayal. That you and Sam are together, the two people closest to Dean, who are supposed to love him the most, and you don’t think about him. You only think about each other. Bodies moving in the dark, gasps and moans and heads filled with nothing but the want for more.

Sam is sitting there, beautiful and sad. You swallow and then you crawl onto the bed. Kneel naked before him, chest rising and falling slowly.

“This was the last time,” you say, just like you do every night. Sam nods, and then he reaches for you. Drags you towards him, runs his hands all over, your lips meet, roughly, desperately.

This is the last time, you repeat in your head.

His fingers find your wetness and you work yourself down on him while he watches you, sees your face contort and your body squirm. He wonders if you look the same when Dean touches you, and then he stops thinking about anyone else, fills his mind with you.

This is the last time.

You ride Sam, him sitting up, large hand splayed over your back. The other hand goes up to brush your hair out of your face and the gentleness of it nearly undoes you.

This is the last time.

One of these nights, it will be. And it will be because Dean is back, because you’ve saved him. The other option is too horrible, too terrifying. You can’t think about it.

But then Sam makes you forget and you make him forget and at least for a little while, you are free.

[babygirl-diaz]

Babyboy (TW: Power Imbalance, Infidelity)

((This one-shot is inspired by the movie "Babygirl")

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Tommy Kinard had the perfect life. He was a powerful businessperson, running a company that was heavily investing in AI technology to help the L.A. Fire Department do their job more efficiently. He also had a loving husband who was a famous Hollywood director. And then there were his amazing children. Claire, who was 6 years old, and Elijah, who was 9. So yeah, Tommy had everything.

But then, why was he willing to throw all that away for an intern he had barely known for two days?

He was an out and proud gay man in an industry where people still frowned upon being anything but heterosexual. If he cheated on his husband, then it would only perpetuate the stereotype people had about gay men.

It's not that Tommy's marriage was...loveless. Love was something he and Nathan had plenty of. But he was still unsatisfied. He wanted... NO... he needed something that he didn't quite understand himself.

And the new intern changed that. Tommy suddenly knew exactly what he needed, but he wasn't willing to let the intern, Evan Buckley, play him on the palm of his hand, even though that's exactly where he had Tommy.

They first met when Tommy was walking down the street after parking his car. Dogs terrified Tommy, and one bounded right toward him and jumped on him. Tommy fell back and tried to get the dog off himself, screaming for help. Then, a whistle rang, and the dog immediately got off Tommy and ran in the direction of the sound. With his heart still pounding in his ears, Tommy sat up and brushed off his expensive suit with shaky hands. When he looked up, he found a young man playing with the dog and giving him kisses.

There was something about the man. His muscles were straining under his shirt, but that's not what caught Tommy's attention. It was how his hands were cupping the dog's face, trying to get it to calm down. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that. The man leashed the dog and gave them back to their owner. The young man turned around to smirk at Tommy and winked at him before walking away. Tommy gulped and suddenly had a dry mouth. He got up from the sidewalk and tried to collect whatever dignity he had left as he carried himself to his office.

When he got there, Tommy drank two bottles of water that his executive assistant, Maddie, brought for him.

"Are you okay?" She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Tommy let out a shuddered breath and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good."

"So, is this a good time to send the interns in?" Maddie asked.

Tommy nodded and went around to sit down in his chair. As soon as Maddie opened the door, the interns came barreling in like sheep and bombarded him with questions. He tried to answer them as much as he could, but then there was a loud voice among the interns who asked, "You talk about sustainability, and you talk about environmentally friendly materials, and yet you travel around in your private jet. Why?"

Tommy was about to reply when he noticed who had asked the question. His throat got dry again, and his heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the young man he had seen earlier. Suddenly, it felt like they were the only two people in the room.

But then the magic broke.

"Buck!"

Tommy looked over to Maddie and then the young man.

"Sorry, that was- he was out of line," Maddie quickly told Tommy and then herded the interns out of Tommy's office.

After closing the door, Maddie came over to Tommy and gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry, that's my brother. He- I thought this internship would be good for him but-"

"Hey, Maddie, it's okay," Tommy assured his assistant and gave her a smile. "I'm glad you helped your brother out. You're a good sister."

"Thank you," Maddie said, putting her hand on her chest and giving Tommy an appreciative look.

"So why is he called Buck?" Tommy casually asked as he picked up his phone.

"He was in the fire academy. They had three Evans there, so he became Buck," Maddie replied. "Anyway, I should get out there and talk to the interns before they take off and disrupt the entire office." She walked away, closing the door behind her.

Tommy could see the other side of the glass door, and he watched curiously as Maddie cornered her brother Evan and seemingly chastised him.

Evan looked up, and his eyes briefly met with Tommy's. His gaze was challenging, and against his better judgment, Tommy lowered his eyes after a few seconds.

Later, Tommy talked on the phone as he went to the office kitchen. Evan was there. "Can you make me a coffee?" Tommy whispered to him.

Evan nodded and immediately went ahead to make him that coffee. He came back with it and smirked at Tommy as he handed him the mug, their fingers briefly brushing against each other. The touch sent sparks through Tommy's body, and he almost dropped the mug.

Tommy cleared his throat and went back to talking on the phone. When he finished, he looked at Evan. "How did you get that dog to calm down?"

"Uh... What?" Evan asked.

"The dog... Earlier..." Tommy replied.

Evan got closer to Tommy, forcing Tommy to step back. "I gave him a cookie."

"A cookie?" Tommy asked, confused. "You carry cookies around with you?"

Evan smirked, "Why, do you want one?"

Tommy opened and closed his mouth before walking away with his coffee.

A couple days later, when Tommy arrived at the office, he was glad to get the elevator to himself until someone decided to put their hand through the doors.

Tommy let out a breath when he realized it was Evan. He pressed his back against the wall as he looked at the younger man.

"Good morning," Evan greeted him. A cocky smile on his face.

"Morning," Tommy replied and then pretended to be on his phone.

"How old are you?" The words were out of Tommy's mouth before he could even realize what he was saying.

Evan laughed, and Tommy could feel the younger man's gaze on him, but he stared ahead.

"That was inappropriate-"

"26," Evan replied before Tommy could finish his sentence.

"What about you?" Evan asked after a few seconds.

Tommy didn't answer and instead clutched his phone in his hand. He could feel Evan leaning in closer, and he held his breath. But then the elevator dinged, and Tommy let out the breath.

Tommy got out and stormed away to his cabin, very aware of Evan's gaze on him.

Later that week, Tommy was cornered by Evan again as he was leaving the office. "What?" He whispered. "What do you want?"

"30 minutes..." Evan replied, leaning and close, his gaze traveling down to Tommy's lips and then back to his eyes.

Although they were probably the same height, Tommy suddenly felt smaller in front of Evan.

"30 minutes?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah," Evan tilted his head to the side. "Do I scare you?"

"Scare me?" Tommy huffed.

"Yeah..." Evan whispered back. "Or maybe I turn you on."

Tommy's heart started pounding in his chest again like Evan had discovered some deep secret.

Tommy huffed again and gently pushed Evan away. "I have to go." He turned around to open the door when Evan put his hand on the doorknob.

"I need 30 minutes of your time every week," Evan whispered in Tommy's ear.

"What are you even talking about?"

"To do my interview, your pervert," Evan laughed sadistically and let go of the door.

Tommy's face heated up with embarrassment. He cleared his throat as he asked, "What interview?"

"My mentor interview. I've chosen you as my mentor as part of my internship," Evan replied, sounding more like an eager puppy than whatever that was 2 minutes ago.

Tommy's eyebrows furrowed, and he turned around to face Evan. "I'm not a part of that program," he told the younger man.

"Yeah, you are. I got an email asking me to choose a mentor and I chose you," Evan replied as he leaned back against a desk and practically undressed Tommy with his eyes.

Tommy squirmed and shook his head. "Well, you're going to have to find someone else because I don't have time for this."

"Well, too bad. You're going to make time for this," Evan told him.

Tommy raised an eyebrow at him. "Excuse me?"

"You're going to make time for this," Evan replied. "So tomorrow? One of the conference rooms."

Tommy watched Evan intently before replying. "Fine. I'll choose the room."

The next evening, Tommy arrived at the conference room he had called Evan to and let himself in. Evan was already there, tapping his pen against his notebook.

Tommy took a seat in front of him, and Evan smiled.

"You have 10 minutes," Tommy told him. "So I'd use them wisely." He set the timer on his Rolex and tapped his fingers on the desk.

"I asked for 30 minutes," Evan replied.

"Beggars can't be choosers, Evan," Tommy replied. "So take the 10 minutes, which are now 8 minutes by the way, or I'll leave."

Evan looked a little miffed, and now it was Tommy's turn to smirk.

"So how did it all start?"

"I graduated top of my class at Stanford and got a job right out of college with Marquie... one of the biggest-" Tommy replied.

"-tech companies in San Francisco. I know who they are, Tommy."

"Right," Tommy replied and continued. "They made me a product manager, and then it was just an upward growth from there. I became a CTO in 2 years," Tommy added with a shrug. "I wanted to start my own company, so they offered me more equity in the company but told me I had to sign a contract to stay with them for 2 years."

"What did you do?" Evan asked, leaning back in his chair.

"I told them to shove it up their ass and walked out," Tommy continued to tell him. "Now you have 4 minutes"

"So that's the origin story, huh?" Evan said, smirking at Tommy again. "Tommy Kinard, the man, the myth, and the maestro."

"Maestro?" Tommy laughed.

"What else should I call you? A power-hungry personality?"

Tommy scoffed and shook his head. "Is that what you think I am?"

"No, I think you are a submissive little slut who likes to be told what to do," Evan spat out.

Tommy opened and closed his mouth a few times, absolutely flabbergasted at Evan's comment.

"I'm so sorry, that was totally out of line," Evan quickly tried to apologize, although he didn't sound too sorry.

"I knew I should have never come here," Tommy shook his head and stood up.

As he walked over to the door, he heard Evan say, "Hey, hey, hey, wait!"

Tommy opened the door, but Evan shut it and looked at Tommy. They were so close. Tommy could hear Evan breathing. Taking a chance, he got even closer to the younger man. Evan leaned in, and Tommy tried to capture his mouth in a kiss, but Evan pulled back. Feeling rejected, Tommy was ready to leave, but Evan kissed him.

Tommy felt a sense of relief wash over him. Their mouths moved against each other like they were just made for each other. Like they had done this a thousand times before. Evan kept backing Tommy until Tommy's back hit the wall.

They kept kissing for what seemed like hours until they had to come up for air. As Tommy watched Evan, he bit his lip and reached out to touch Evan's face when Nathan's face flashed before his eyes.

"Shit, shit shit, this- this was a mistake," Tommy said as he gently pushed Evan away. "I should go."

He cleared his throat and got into his usual confident stance, putting up the mask once again.

"Hey, wait, you don't have to g-"

"I do," Tommy replied.

"Why?" Evan asked.

"Because--" Tommy looked at Evan and said, giving him an answer that didn't even matter. "-I'm 40 years old." With that, he opened the door and left.

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Comment to chapter 5 ❤️❤️❤️

I enjoyed it very much.

Maybe I'll split my comment into parts 🫣

I really like how you build the world, the surface your characters walk on. I understand this world, it is clear to us as readers what is happening and why. I could almost feel the intricacies and why Lily raised by Muggles behaves this way and she feel that way, James (not sure if that's intonation) has a cold aristocratic quality about him.

Flor and James' relationship surprises me. It doesn't go into a simple “bad wife therefore husband cheats on her” trope but just feels that constancy. Sometimes you can love someone, tie your life to them and not feel that cosmic connection.

Lily is just ... Sexy? I don't know why, but she seems like the kind of girl I'd go for wine with. Plus she has something about her that guys look up to - that aura of confidence, of self-respect.

James - he's an interesting character. I get the impression that he knows what he wants, he's surprisingly self-aware, arrogant but for some reason he has this huge need in him to be conventionally good. This guilt he feels about cheating on Flor doesn't come out of a place of genuine hurt and guilt that he's cheating on his wife the mother of his children but in my opinion from the fact that he thinks he should have guilt.

Lily and James - this relationship is like a cosmic attraction. It is also realistic I believe that they just can't help themselves. Everything is pulling them towards each other. The bit that Lily felt he was next to her she didn't even have to see him. It really touched me, I remember how I felt like that with my now fiancé.

Another thing I love about this story is that the chemistry between the characters flows from the content.

Overall great chapter, can't wait for the next one. ❤️❤️❤️

once more to see you, a canon-setting university professor james & grad student lily au

rated E, jily, side pairings, infidelity, secret relationship, age gap, they do fall in love! they are lovers, D/s & kink, angst & romance, lily & james povs

Lily is a second-year apprentice with Horace Slughorn at The Universitas Magistrorum of Hogwarts studying untested applications of Transfiguration to Potions. James is the best Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts, so she begins to attend his classes, and his office hours—all of them. James has a wife and two children and Lily has a boyfriend. They both have responsibilities, their work, their family, their morals. But they have a connection: intellectual, physical, emotional. And they fuck nasty about it!

[consultingfujoshi]

imagine creating a new version of yourself that's free of sin so that you get to go to heaven with your husband and then that version of you ends up falling in love with and dying for another man fields im sorry to say but it's fucking over for you