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kentocidal · 15 days ago

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MAKING A HOME .txt

USERS: ochaco uraraka x afab!fem!reader

WARNING! THIS FILE IS CORRUPTED WITH THE FOLLOWING MALWARE: infidelity, mommy kink, light vouyerism, oral (f!receiving), fingering, fantasies, dom!ochaco

NOTES: repost from my old blog. lightly proofread. everyone say welcome back woodrow. ~3.1k words.

ochaco was… well, she was overwhelmed, to state it simply.

she had always dreamt of a perfect life without having to care about money, and she got it. she had always dreamt of being an amazing and helpful hero, and she got that, too. and finally, she had always dreamt of being a wife and a mother. she had managed to achieve that as well, having a powerful husband and two little children running around at her ankles whenever she returned home, always happy to see mommy.

but, as life always goes, she was still unsatisfied.

marrying a high-school sweetheart was the wish of every woman, of course. she had thought herself lucky to have found someone so young. izuku had been the man of her dreams for quite some time, but they sealed the deal in third year after two long school years filled with pining.

and he had fulfilled her in the only ways he knew how: he was sweet, funny, bashful… but he was quick to rise in the ranks. he married her and it was all for the public. and then he got busier and busier, less caring to her and more work-oriented. she was lucky if he saw him twice a day. she was often left alone with the heavy burden of being a hero and a mother of two young children that took after their rowdy father.

she was overwhelmed. and she was exhausted. which is why she put out an ad under a pseudonym, looking for a full-time babysitter to help her with her woes.

that’s how she ended up with you at her doorstep, nervously clutching your purse that held your printed resume and a reference from your old job.

you loved kids. you loved being around them, caring for them, and just helping other parents take a break. you had left your previous job at a daycare to pursue the nanny life, wanting to help shape kids who needed some extra time.

but all of that went out the window when pro-hero uravity was the one opening the door, looking tired and a little messy and oh so beautiful.

she was your favorite pro. you had admired her from afar, watching her slowly rise in the ranks and admiring her honesty for why she was a hero in the first place. you valued her strengths and honestly didn’t understand why she wasn’t as popular as her husband. now she was standing in front of you, pink cheeks swelled and soft from her older age of thirty five, robe tied loosely around her and hugging her round figure. she was built on dense muscle but she was soft in the middle from having two kids and it looked spectacular on her.

the two of you sized one another up. you swallowed a little, and opened your mouth to say something, but a sudden crash resounded from the living room, making both of you jolt.

“haru! tadashi! what are you two doing in there?!” ochaco nervously shouted back, stepping into the house and leaving enough entryway for you to go in. your feet moved before your brain could compute, and you hurried into the living room, shucking your purse and shoes in the foyer before heading in.

“hi guys,” you smiled at the two kids (which, notably, looked almost exactly like izuku did). one of them, whose freckles stuck out on his cheeks and neck, immediately hopped to his feet. “mommy! mommy! a stranger’s in here!”

“it’s fine, i’m a friend!” you quickly shook your head and surveyed the damage. the boys had been building an unstable lego tower, which had crashed completely onto the glass coffee table. the other boy hopped to his feet too, following his older brother. “stranger! get out!”

“it’s fine, guys, really.” you laughed and dropped to your knees, looking over the base of the structure. “what were you guys building?”

the eldest, still skeptical of your arrival, squinted at you. “we were rebuilding the tokyo tower, but haru pushed it over.”

“did not!” the youngest, now identified as haru, pouted and stamped his foot into the carpet.

“did too!”

“did n-”

“you guys need a stronger base.” you hastily interrupted their bickering by sweeping the fallen pieces onto the floor, making them forget their plight and turn to you as you started to explain. “the tower is big at the bottom and gets smaller towards the top. if you want to make a smaller one, you have to make it nice and big at the bottom. look.”

the two boys sat and watched you build a square base for their tower with rapt attention, nodding along. the eldest, most likely tadashi, punched his hand into his fist. “that makes more sense! it won’t fall so easy if it's big on the bottom!”

“uh, yeah!” haru nodded, not understanding quite as much but clearly wanting to seem cool. you smiled anyway and passed them the blocks that you had in your hands.

“here, keep going. you’ll have your own tokyo tower soon.”

they both start to continue to build up and up, and you get to your feet and dust your knees off, finally turning to where your gracious, gorgeous host was watching, slack-jawed.

your face heated a bit in your own embarrassment; you really had just intruded on her home and stepped into a situation she could have handled. you walked up to her, wringing your hands together. “mrs. midoriya-”

“they’ve never calmed down so quickly.” she steepled her hands under her nose, watching her boys - her rowdy, loud, over-excitable boys - play calmly as if nothing had happened.

you glanced between the children and ochaco before just smiling sheepishly. “i, uh… i’ve always been really good with kids. i love them.”

ochaco was quiet for a moment, glancing you up and down, making your face feel ever-hotter under her clearly appreciative gaze.

she dropped her hands from her face and shoved one out towards you, her pinky curled into her palm to prevent you from floating when you took it to shake.

“you’re hired.”

you lived in the house for a short month, and in that time you had come to know the inner workings of the midoriya’s.

their home was only happy to the press. you had maybe met pro-hero deku exactly once, when he stopped home for dinner. he had looked at you with his brows furrowed, asking ochaco who you were and why you were occupying the guest room. ochaco was happy to explain that she needed the help with the kids between her work, because she worked too, which he seemed to always forget.

he had had the gall to nod, smile at you in greeting, and then ask ochaco when dinner was going to be served because he had a meeting to get to across japan.

you had decided, then, that the big pro-hero deku wasn’t as jovial as the tabloids had made him out to be.

you were the one to help dress the kids for school. you brushed out their unruly hair and made sure they ate all of their breakfast. you walked them to school, and then you went back to your new home to watch ochaco bustle around in a frenzy before going to her agency to start patrol.

she always gave you a tight hug in the morning before she left. always. with each hug you felt yourself falling more and more in love with her.

you knew she was out of your league, of course. she was a pro-hero, a married one at that. you couldn’t be crushing on the woman you so graciously took you in when you were looking for a job. but you couldn’t help it. you had slowly became her rock, the one to rely on instead of her always-away husband who barely made time for her or his children.

it was one event that shifted the dynamic between you two and left you with far more questions than you had answers to.

she had known you were home. she had to have. you had dropped a pot in the kitchen while cleaning up. and yet here you were, standing in the darkened hallway while the white light of the bathroom poured out through the crack in the ajar door.

it was late. the boys were asleep. you two were the only ones awake. she had gone in to shower. she should know better than to leave the door open, and yet…

she shed her towel. there she was, standing there in the bathroom, hair wet and dripping all down her tanned skin and perky breasts and soft tummy and thick, thick thighs, and…

you lost your breath. her nipples were hard from the cold and you could see the way the water droplets glistened on them. she was so full, so full of life and beauty and honestly in your opinion she looked like such a goddess.

you hadn’t realized you were panting the slightest bit and staring at her until you glanced up towards her pretty, round face and caught you. her honey brown eyes locked onto yours, and all you could do was quickly turn and walk away, hurrying down the hall into your room.

you closed and locked the door, fully intending to simply forget the interaction, but it was seared into the backs of your eyelids.

you had seen her carnally. and now you wanted to know her that way, too.

after that it became a spiral. you tried to focus on work but she was only wearing robes around the house after patrols, using excuse after excuse as to why she didn’t want to wear proper clothes. but when she did, they were tight, short numbers that made you drool without realizing it. she was coming onto you and you weren’t sure whether to consider yourself the luckiest girl alive or the worst person on the planet.

because yeah, ochaco was in a rough place with deku. she could just want to use you… or maybe not.

you honestly didn’t know and couldn’t tell.

the air between the both of you after that altercation was thick and laced with hunger and tension, making you shake in your shoes. you didn’t want to get the wrong impression.

but ochaco was tired of you dancing around her like she was a fragile option. she was tired of it, three months in, and she simply couldn’t do it anymore.

you had dropped the boys off at school and came home with the intent to clean. to your surprise, ochaco was in the kitchen, looking out through the window over the sink and sipping a cup of tea in that beautiful pink robe she loved to wear around you.

you swallowed a little and set your purse on the island. “mrs. midoriya? whatre you doing home?”

“i took the day off.” she set the now empty mug into the sink and turned her head a little to look at you over her shoulder.

“o-oh,” you stuttered, trying to look everywhere but at her.

that was the final mistake you would make.

ochaco turned and quickly approached you, hands coming down hard on either side of you on the island, caging you in. you yelped in surprise and let your eyes go wide as you stared at her.

“m-mrs.-“

“do you think i’m pretty?”

you stared at her. what?

she didn’t like your silence and it showed in her gaze. “i asked you a question. i pay you to be honest to me. tell me. do you think i’m pretty, y/n? attractive?”

you bit down on your lip before taking in a deep breath. “y-yes. i t-think you’re… i think you’re so beautiful.” and that was the truth, because you had spent many a night locked in your room with your fingers plunged deep in your cunt, trying to bring yourself to release while thinking about her, her, her.

her pink cheeks warmed up the slightest bit more. “you do? you think that?”

“yes,” you managed, more confidently this time, and she must’ve liked that answer because she grinned at you before forcefully pressing those pillow-plush lips to yours.

your hands easily found her shoulders, squeezing them and whimpering. you pushed at her shoulders, suddenly remembering where you were, and she pulled away to shake her head. “deku isn’t coming home today. he doesn’t want me - you do.”

“mrs.-“

“you don’t have to call me that anymore, y/n.” she shook her head, lifting a hand to touch your cheek. “just call me ochaco. or mommy. mommy would be nice coming from you, pretty thing…”

who was this and where was ochaco?!

but, then again… you knew better than to disrespect or disobey a pro-hero. you knew a lot better. you didn’t answer her as you leaned to catch her lips again, and she sighed gently at your ambition.

your lips meshed with hers with sudden ease, the softness of her chapstick making it easier for you. her tongue pushed its way into your mouth, her hands sliding along the island to your sides, sneaking up under your shirt and making you jump.

“shhh, it’s alright. it’s just us…” she cooed against your lips, feeling for the hem to start taking you out of your shirt. you just let her, lifting your arms over your head and watching the way her pupils dilated in the lights of the kitchen when she saw the clean expanse of your skin, lacking the battle scars her own torso adorned. she bit on her lip and reached around you to unclasp your bra, and you let it fall to the floor, your nipples hardening under the sudden cold air of the kitchen.

she let out a breath. “i knew you were perfect, gosh…” her soft hand enveloped one of your tits, squeezing before moving to flick your nipple, making you jump and whimper through your teeth.

“come on y/n. you wanna see me again? i know you were staring when i left the door open. i wanted you to come in…”

your head was swimming. she really wanted you? your hands moved without your consent to the fuzzy piece of fabric holding her robe closed, and she allowed you to untie it and let the clothing drop to the floor. she had absolutely nothing on under it, and you practically moaned when you saw how perfect she was.

she smiled and blushed, as if she was the least bit bashful, before her hands were sliding down your navel to your jeans button, and you nodded just barely. she wasn’t looking, she didn’t care - she was going to do it anyway.

she shucked you of your clothes and finally looked at your face again, smiling at your embarrassed expression before leaning to peck your lips. her fingers slid down, down, down between your legs, dancing over your thighs before her finger dipped between your wet folds, making you absolutely keen.

she cooed at that. “oh, sweetheart, you’re soaked. don’t make a mess on the tile, baby, you’ll have to clean it up.”

you nodded, already desperate for her touch. her free hand held onto your hip as she started to rub her finger against your clit with the collected juices, making your legs tense and your head drop back. “ochaco, please…”

“please what?”

“you know…?”

“i don’t, baby. you have to use your words.”

“please, want your fingers in, please…” you looked at her desperately, and she giggled at your expression before her index finger dipped into your tight hole, making you moan and grip the island.

“you like that? that’s what you need, baby?”

“y-yes! ‘chaco, please, please touch…”

“i know. i’ll take care of you. mommy knows best.” she purred and pushed a second finger into your tight cunt, her lips connecting with your neck to suck a hickey low down on your collarbone. it made you whine out, white-knuckling the counter underneath you.

she knew just how to curl her fingers, just how to jerk her thumb against your clit to make you jolt, just how to mouth at your jaw to make you weaker in the knees.

you had never gotten so close to the edge before.

“please! gotta cum, ‘chaco, gotta cum!”

“babygirl wants to cum? you have to say please.”

“please! please, please, please, please lemme cum-!”

she hummed against your jugular as if in thought, feeling the way your cunt fluttered around her fingers, before she giggled. “fine, cum or don’t cum at all, baby.”

your eyes rolled back as your whole body tensed up tight, seeing the stars in the night sky as you gushed around her fingers.

she fucked you through your orgasm before gently hooking her hands around your knees to drop you down to the floor. her clean hand went to the back of your head, and she tugged you forward in your haze.

“be a good girl, baby. you know what to do.”

her wet hand went down between her own thighs, spreading her folds and letting you get a good look at the glistening sheen of her cunt in the sickly kitchen light. “you gonna be good?”

you didn’t even need to answer. you were already burying your face between those folds, licking eagerly at her fluttering hole before sliding your mouth up to her clit and sucking.

she moaned softly, always modest and gentle. her hips rolled rhythmically down against your tongue, and her eyes never left yours while you licked and lapped and sucked at her for dear life.

“that’s it baby. you gonna make mommy cum? you gonna make me feel so good, huh? yeah? what a good girl, shit…”

you had never heard her swear before. she was so beautiful, rocking her hips down against your face. you were barely able to breathe but you didn’t care, hands grabbing at her thighs to pull her closer to yourself and try to savor the moment for as long as possible.

her moans grew in pitch and fervor, the hand on the back of your head curling and gripping you tight.

“good girl, good girl, gonna cum in your mouth, oh fuck-!”

she whined so prettily for you when she gushed onto your tongue that you yourself moaned, rendering you speechless while you watched the flush overtake her chest snd shoulders.

you licked at her clit through her orgasm before she was pushing you back gently. she leaned down to kiss your lips softly.

“you have to get cleaned up for the next round in a little bit. but you should fix up some salad first for the both of us. alright?”

“yes mommy.”

#ochaco uraraka #ochaco uraraka x reader #uraraka #uraraka x reader #ochaco x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero x reader #tw.dark content #tw.mommy kink #tw infidelity #not what the people wanted… what the people needed.#be blessed

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poppy-metal · 5 months ago

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infidelity is so hot in fiction I'm sorry i ❤️ cheaters. art cheating on tashi and the guilt he feels but he can't stay away, tashi cheating on art because she wants what she wants and she wants you, cheating on your boyfriend or husband with patrick because you're weak when it comes to him and no one fucks you as good as he does - good fucking food it's so delicious and flavorful.

#poppy speaks #also i think patashi probably have a kink for infidelity because their relationship is FUCKED up as adults #i should elaborate on that but they drag u into their shit #hhhhhh mentor art. faithful husband and loving father. sinking his unloyal cock into you for the first time #oooookay #tashi eating you out on a hotel bed while he ignores her husband mmmmfff #tw cheating

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miyaagis · 1 month ago

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I stumbled across your cheater kuroo fic and I do have to say -that thing stings where it hurts and I am frustrated with yn, especially because I see my sister in her, because what hell do you mean she knows and she's not going to do anything, plus she's going to let him see his side dish. I really don't understand why anyone would have such low self respect and dignity, staying in relationships/ marriages where they're being disrespected and cheated on when leaving is an option😭. This one was a bit personal because my sister was the exact same way, sometimes going as far as to invest herself in a multiple month long situationship that's not going anywhere. Women should just learn to prioritise themselves and it's what my sister did. She stopped putting up with her boyfriends bullshit and became the best version of herself when she started emotionally detaching herself from toxic relationships and putting herself first. Now she's always investing in herself and her needs and she's the happiest she's been in a while -and honestly I wish the same for yn. I want to see her grow as a person and detach herself from kuroo and put herself first. I'd also like to get to know yn more as a character, like what's she's like, why does she let kuroo do as he please, doesn't she have standers?, is she generally used to being disrespected by her partners?. Or is she the shell of the woman she once was after marrying kuroo and putting him first?. In terms of revenge, I don't really know if cheating back would be the best course because if she's cheating because he's cheating it would make her relasionship with the other man centered around him, around getting back at him and that's the worst thing. You just need to focus on yourself, everything you do, do it for you not because of the person who hurt you. Detach, move on, be your own bitch. That's literally the best revenge. If there is another man it would maybe be better if they got together because of mutual love and shared fondness. Or if she will fix things with Kuroo he has to be worthy of the new her, not a weak cheating bastard that strays from his marriage and disrespects his wife. If a woman who truly values herself gets with a man he needs to be worthy of, he needs to meet the standards, I think that's why I'm always happy in my relationships. I set the standards if he can't meet them I let him know he shouldn't bother wasting my time

Also I've noticed that his relationship with Yuko is mostly centered around lust and excitement but it was so hilarious when he boxed her once his wife arrived at the office, he just pushed her aside like an old piece of chewing gum (and she still let's him come back when he's horny😭)his when his wife was present and I almost felt sorry for her until I remembered she doesn't really have the integrity and mortality to resist spreading her legs for a married man -who's just as guilty and shitty as her. But I like how realistic you made it cause most of the time men olny use the side chick for a good time, hiding them in public and not really having any sort of meaningful connections with them except for a good fuck.

But I really like your writing and your story ❤️, I'd just like to know more about yn as a character. She seems sweet and seems to carry a homely, light feminine charm to her.

omg nonnie, first of all, I'm so sorry ur sister had to go through that. but I'm glad she's doing so much better now ♡

as for y/n, i wanted to approach kuroo's infidelity in an unconventional way. the logical thing to do is confront him about it, leave, divorce him, etc. but the 'problem' here is that she finds it oddly arousing. so we're seeing it from a perspective of being a voyeur rather than cheated on. of course she's not happy about it, there's a lot of conflict and turmoil in her mind because she should not feel turned on at the thought of his husband having an affair.

there's still so much plot in the works. we still haven't seen how yuko and kuroo came to this arrangement, or what happens now that y/n knows...

#💌 answered #tw infidelity #tw cheating #tnmici.xo #also im not trying to spark discourse #or claim that im morally above or anything of the sorts #i know from experience how awful it feels #its just a silly little cheating kink that i explore from time to time #so yeah pls dont take this fic to heart #:))

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hanasnx · 2 years ago

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picture perfect au

minors dni 18+

characters: anakin skywalker x f!reader

notes: loosely based off of one of my old fave comfort rom coms “picture perfect” (1997) starring you as jennifer aniston’s character, and anakin as kevin bacon’s: some dialogue pieces + scenes taken from the movie

warnings: infidelity kink, anakin as the side piece, fake boyfriend that you’ve lied about to anakin, explicit content i.e. some sex descriptions, workplace relationship

☥ “it’d be better if you didn’t tell him,” anakin sat on the edge of your desk, thick arms crossed over his chest that looked so broad in his maroon button-up and black suit jacket. “it’d hurt him.” contrarily, his tone did not portray sympathy.

you nervously wrung your hands in your lap, nodding with a pout. “of course not,” a calm smile stretched onto your lips. “we’ll keep it our secret.”

the memories of last night passed by behind anakin’s eyes, and you chewed the inside of your cheek. he recognized your coy act, stifling a playful smile of his own. “what we did can’t happen again.”

you closed your eyes with a sigh, once again agreeing with him by your words, but your body language sang a different tune. your hand patted his knee disguised as good natured. “never.”

but here you are, underneath him. sweating, panting, lips shaped in a permanent “o” as he pistons into you with reckless abandon. the fluidity of his hips is unreal, his tip kissing the perfect angle inside you to writhe you. his lips latch onto your neck, sucking onto your pulse point, scraping the mark with is teeth.

“what time does he get home?” he asks, breathless to hear your response. the thrill of getting caught teeters him on the edge, threatening to spill himself inside you for the second time tonight.

you hum dreamily, questioning what he could mean. so cock drunk, words didn’t make sense, sentences couldn’t be formed, and lies could not be recalled. until it clicks for you. “oh— oh!” he mistook your surprise for sudden pleasure, snickering against your skin. sliding your hand into his curls, you tug lightly as you stall to think up a story. how late did you want anakin to stay tonight? “around one AM, he’s—“ the way he maneuvers onto his knees, grabbing onto your hips so he can pull completely out of you only to slam back in, filling your emptiness to the brim, interrupts you. one look of his expression and it’s clear he’s making it difficult on purpose.

faking an apologetic drawl, he coos, “yeah? yeah?” you playfully hit him for toying with you, your strike glancing off of him as if he were made of stone. “what’s he doing while his little girlfriend’s getting fucked at home?”

“out with friends,” you whimper, self contempt creeping up on you for how much you adore this dark side of him. you’ll tell him the truth soon, you really will. for now, you plan to enjoy the ride.

☥ to keep up the charade, this morning you had ordered yourself a big bouquet to be delivered to your office before you arrived. you tell yourself it was to further fool all of your coworkers, but you really only care about one coworker’s opinion in particular. your little “fake boyfriend” scheme unearthed a huge infidelity kink within him you had no idea about and were beyond pleased to have discovered. not to mention, it got you off too… but the last time you and him connected, you had assured that it was better to be just friends.

anakin passes by the windows of your office, but an array of sprouting colors catches his eye. backtracking, he sets his sights on a bushel of various flowers, stuffed inside of a skinny vase. peeking around to see if you were near before he invites himself into the open door. a note sat nestled in the brush the he can’t stop himself from snooping.

“(y/n)— sorry about this weekend. can you hear my heart beating? love, nick” it read.

“hey, skywalker,” your voice cuts through anakin’s inner monologue, and he spins to face you, knowing he’d been caught. his hand bashfully scratches the back of his head. you had him.

“what’s the occasion?” it’s too late to save it, so he opts to satisfy his curiosity.

“oh,” you sigh, acting tired, disheartened as you cross his path to reach your desk. “i shouldn’t talk about it.”

with simulated concern— you see through unobstructed— he sits onto the chair near the ajar door. “what are friends for?”

the corner of your mouth curls at his obvious display. he wants your attention. and by the way he devours you with his eyes, he wants something else of yours too. just as you predicted.

you run a hand through your hair, bowing your head, smiling wistfully. “just had to work this weekend.”

anakin shook his head in disapproval, narrowing his eyes as if disbelieving your boyfriend would leave someone so delectable alone at home, ripe for his taking. “ambition.” he says with disdain. “i hate that in a man.” he shoves the door of your office closed from his seat.

☥ this silver-tongued bastard once again convinces you to warm his bed, allowing him to touch every inch of you. something about an unavailable woman drives anakin crazy. he dedicates his every free moment to you, begging you to come over, to spend the night with him. his pathetic cry for attention turns the both of you on.

anakin seeks to possess you because he feels as though he never will. a challenge. a competition.

he compares himself to your imaginary boyfriend constantly.

“can he fuck you like this?”

“c’mon, who does you better? me or him?”

“angel, don’t lie to me. if he was doing his job right, you wouldn’t be here.”

it fucks you over just right every time. unknowingly being the only man on your horizons, he topped his previous performance because he thinks he’s gotta show up your “boyfriend”.

☥ unfortunately your boss insisted to meet your illusioned boyfriend as soon as she’d heard it was “serious”— curse you for trying to round out the story! which meant you had to track him down and beg for him to play your little game. somehow, luck smiled upon you.

he steps onto your floor, turning the heads of your coworkers who had seen his picture. the guy they’ve heard so much about! here! in the flesh! he wanders until he spots you in your office through the window. he knocks to alert you of his presence, and you hastily get off the phone to greet him.

as he lingers outside your door, anakin eyes him up. judging his appearance. plain clothes, plain appearance, plain boyfriend. what’s so special about him? why does he have your attention? he watches as you jump out of your desk, enthused to see nick.

“hi, baby,” you say to him, throwing your arms around him. under your breath you’re able to say to your naughty boyfriend in the crook of his neck, “i was supposed to meet you at my apartment so hours from now.”

“yeah, i got an earlier bus.” nick replies, and you pull back to see his face, hands cupping his cheeks with a grin.

“it’s so good to see you!” you direct him, leading him into your kiss which he gratefully accepts.

anakin’s jaw clenches as he straightens up, subconsciously trying to make himself look taller. unable to tear his eyes away from the public display of your affections.

when you break the kiss, nick whispers, “i didn’t realize i was on the clock already—“

“just shut up, grab my ass, kiss my neck, and pull me into my office, okay?”

he does as you request, and you giggle as he closes the door behind the two of you.

a heat burns within anakin’s chest. never has he experienced such a potent jealousy. his intense gaze didn’t leave your two figures, with the thought in his mind that that should be me.

☥ that very night anakin couldn’t contain himself, and while you were relaying the rules of your household to nick— allowing him to crash at your place while he was in your city pretending it be your boyfriend— you got a call.

“one sec, nick, so sorry. make yourself at home.” you tell him, rushing to your ringing phone.

“hello?” you answer.

anakin’s voice on the other line drops your smile. “hey, baby,” he tosses the nickname at you that you so carelessly called your boyfriend earlier in front of him.

you glance at nick while you tell anakin, “can you, uh, hold on a second?” covering the receiver, “i’ll be right back, nick.” as you dart to your bedroom.

“you alone?” anakin asks on the other line, a breathless tone to his voice that told you he’d been doing some extracurriculars before he called…

“well, now i am. but i can’t talk long.” you speak in hushed tones, maintaining the perception your “boyfriend” was really home.

“i need to see you.” a plea that made your legs jelly.

“i cannot believe you’re saying that.” your voice hardens, impatient as if the longer you spend here the more suspicion on you grows.

“you want to, i can feel it. meet me at your usual bar, c’mon. all i’m asking for is one hour.”

he was testing you, see how far he could push you to choose him over your partner.

he adds, “angel?” when he doesn’t hear your answer.

palming the receiver so he couldn’t hear you audibly gasp, you roll your eyes over how this is working on you. the power this man has over you is insane. not to mention when he drawls that pet name at you, you can’t help but imagine the dirty situations that comes with it. he only ever calls you that when he’s unfathomably horny.

“okay, all right. look, i’ll do it, okay? one hour.” you mutter, and you envision him smiling victoriously.

#indy headcanons #movie au #anakin #picture perfect au #picture perfect #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #x f!reader #au!anakin #anakin skywalker imagine #headcanons #hcs #infidelity kink

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wwdits-kink-meme · 8 months ago

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i crave mardjinn content. they should fuck inside the lamp mid-s4 while the djinn ignores nandor calling for him to make more wishes until marwa is completely satisfied. he lives to serve....HER 😜

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candiid-caniine · 1 year ago

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[cw: infidelity, mention of doxxing]

sometimes i wonder if there aren't secret kinksters reading this blog. people in totally vanilla relationships...for now...

imagine you're in such a vanilla relationship. you don't really do anything adventurous. you call having sex "making love." and then one day your partner leaves their phone open. it's not that you mean to snoop, you trust them, but you catch the words "whore" and "puppycunt" and you have to know. as far as you know, they don't read erotica--hell, maybe you're one of those couples for whom watching porn seems akin to cheating, even!

so you look. and you scroll. and there's my blog. maybe even asks sent anonymously, but with little turns of phrase or metaphors that make you highly suspicious your partner sent them in. you're angry. disgusted. hurt. who is this sopping bitch your partner seems so fixated on? you quickly copy the name of this blog down before your partner comes back for their phone.

you don't know why you don't confront them right then. perhaps you're determined to make me pay for my role in this betrayal, find some information you can use to hurt me like you've been hurt. or maybe you need to discern what's so special about my blog, what dissatisfactions your partner might have been yearning to remedy. so you return here in the dead of night, relishing in the sick twist of your stomach. it's almost cathartic, giving in to disgust and anger.

you could be aiming to doxx me, working some obsessive divination over the times i'm "at work" or "back home" or "going to bed," picking through the backgrounds of my scant few photos, looking for clues. you imagine composing long, angry screeds to me, threatening me, calling me every filthy slut-shaming name you can think of, but it kind of steals your thunder that i'm into it, doesn't it...? because every ask seems to have some undertone of "you're a pathetic little whore, and it's even more pathetic that you wag your tail when people tell you that, dumb dog," on and on, telling me how stupid i am for not caring about being called names, insulted, threatened, degraded...and i just lap it up.

and it's then you get frustrated with me, because you're realizing i'm just so dumb and fucked-up that i can't even really be blamed. you can't find anything hinting at manipulation or self-aggrandizement or maliciousness or jealousness at all, just the shallow, instinct-driven creature-whines for attention, no matter how bad or divided or cruel. back to disgust: that your partner could be so easily swayed by something so pitiful and thoughtless; you thought they were deep, they were intellectual. there is nothing charming about me.

yet...still, you keep returning. the longer it goes on, the longer you watch in sick, dull fascination, the longer it becomes your small infidelity, your dirty little secret. because if it was a one-sided thing, you'd have confronted them a long time ago, wouldn't you? night after night, you wonder where the line is before you've trespassed equally, before it becomes your guilt to bear.

maybe it's a few days. maybe it's a few weeks. maybe your moment of clear action, rather than simple reaction, is when you send that first ask telling me how badly you wanted to blame me for your relationship issues, but how clear it is that i'm too pathetic to even be a threat. or maybe it's when i respond telling you to take it out on me anyway, that i'm sorry, that i should be punished. or maybe it's whn you send that follow-up ask with a task to debase myself in penance, or maybe it's when i actually do it.

maybe you can rationalize your engagement as a cry for help, for attention, hoping your partner will realize, catch you, be the one to start the discussion. or maybe at this point it's just therapeutic to periodically remind yourself of how pathetic i am, how nothing i am. after all...is it really cheating if i'm so far below real person?

#tw: infidelity #nsftext #cuckholding #lol the only situation where i'd be ok with being the cake #h/d #exh #only barks #blackmail kink

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