#tw: mentions of infidelity

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

Your current boyfriend used to be the jock that shoved emo-freak SAM MONROE into lockers. And now Sam’s got you moaning his name while his skinny boy cock rearranges your insides. Who needs all that muscle when you’ve got a sleep-deprived pill-popping grunge cunt destroyer filling up the empty space in your bed? Is he doing this to get back at your soon-to-be-ex? No. He’s always loved you. Always wanted you. Looked after you in envy while you were with that air-headed football player. He’s only got the confidence to fuck you now though. He’ll worry about his future broken nose later. Currently, all that matters is getting you to squirt all over the mattress so his old bully comes home to soaked sheets that smell of sweet betrayal.

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

Title: No Closer Could I Be To God

Pairing: Post-outbreak!Joel Miller x Female Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary:

The closest he’s been to a god in these last few miserable years has been between your thighs.

Dear Reader:

This one is for the homies with religious trauma. If you enjoy this little fic, please comment or reblog! Title art is "Through Cataclysm" by Andreas Birath (b. 1974).

Warnings:

explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), infidelity, no use of y/n, no reader description or age, single POV - Joel, post-outbreak Jackson, heavy religious themes and imagery, unprotected p in v, oral sex - f receiving, dirty talk, pet names, begging.

Joel Miller gave up on the notion of a benevolent god around the time the light faded from his daughter’s eyes and he was left to hold her lifeless body. Since then, he’s only seen glimpses of that former goodness in the world — in Tess and the way she fought tooth and nail for their survival and in Ellie, once she quit being such a pain in the ass.

But perhaps the closest he’s been to a god in these last few miserable years has been between your thighs.

“Joel!” You cry out, squirming beneath his tight grip. He’s got you laid out on the work bench, thighs hugging his head as he licks and sucks your clit until you’re singing his praises. The storage shed is hot, sweat gathering at his neck and beading at his temple and making his fingers slip against your damp skin.

“Shhh, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth away from your center and licking his lips to gather every drop of you from his flesh. “You’re fuckin’ loud today.”

“Sorry,” you whisper, voice breathy as your chest heaves with desperate breaths. “It’s been too long.”

“I know,” Joel agrees, standing up and leaning forward to steal a kiss, your hot mouth opening immediately for his tongue to explore. You taste like shitty instant coffee and mint, his favorite flavor as long as you're the source. “‘M sorry.”

Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, nails scratching against his scalp. He drags his lips across your jaw, down your neck, sinking his teeth briefly against your pulse point to make you shiver.

The modest dress you’re wearing is rucked up around your waist and Joel reaches down to slip his fingers past the elastic of your underwear, sinking two digits inside of you and groaning at how tight you are, how warm and wet you get for him. Your quiet whimper reaches his ears and he wishes he could hear you without restraint, wishes he knew how loud you could be. He’s fairly certain it’s as close to a choir of angels he could ever get.

Especially since he’s destined for hell. But that’s neither here nor there. Right now, he’s in heaven.

He removes his fingers, reaching up to slip them past your lips for a quick clean. Your tongue glides across his fingertips and your eyelids flutter shut as he uses his free hand to work his belt open with clumsy movements. He shoves his jeans and boxers down his hips, just enough to expose the hard length of his cock.

Joel pulls his hand away from your face, using his spit slick fingers to pump himself. With his other hand, he reaches into the chest pocket of his flannel shirt for his knife.

Your eyes go wide as he pops the blade open, slipping the cold steel beneath the elastic of your panties and tugging sharply. The fabric snaps, echoing your gasp, your mouth dropped open in surprise. He doesn’t give you long to recover, sliding his cock through your wet folds and smiling in satisfaction as your expression shifts from incredulity to pleasure.

“You ready?” Joel grunts, his tip catching at your entrance. You nod your head rapidly, but he’s in the mood to hear you beg. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Please, Joel,” you murmur. Your lashes glisten with captured tears and the sight makes his blood run hot. “Please, please, please!”

Joel presses forward, sinking into your body with ease. You have one hand on the workbench behind you to support yourself but the other grips his shoulder tightly, fingernails sure to leave little indents in his skin even through the fabric of his shirt.

“Christ,” he hisses, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. “Always feel so fuckin’ good. How is it always so fuckin’ good?”

“Need you to move,” you reply. “Please, Joel.”

And what is he if not your good and faithful servant?

Joel draws his hips back and thrusts sharply, lifting his head to watch your face as he does. This is his favorite part, staring into the Garden of Eden, enjoying his forbidden fruit. You whimper and moan, teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep quiet.

When he feels that knot of pleasure coiling tight in his belly, he curses and chases it all at once. It’s always over too soon when all he wants is to worship at your altar for eternity.

“Angel,” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around your low back as your own circle his shoulders. “Need you to come for me, baby.”

You whine, high and petulant. “No, no, no,” you chant, “Not yet.”

Joel leans forward to capture your lips with his, the action more of a sharing of breath that lacks any coordination of a proper kiss. He slips his hand between your bodies to circle your clit, the responding moan swallowed by his greedy mouth.

“Good thing you don’t make the rules,” he grunts, hips stuttering as you begin to squeeze around him. He may not inherit the kingdom of god, but he at least got a glimpse of heaven today.

Your legs drop from around his waist and he lifts his head to find your gaze. He always worries what he’ll see — disgust, guilt, and shame have all been reflected back at him before. But today…today you just smile softly, your skin damp with sweat and your lips swollen from his kisses and your teeth.

“Joel,” you murmur, pressing a palm to his cheek. “I have to go.”

Joel nods, knowing you’re right. He’s kept you long enough. Gray light filters through the dirt caked window of the little shed and you should get back to your home to get ready for Sunday service.

“I’ll see you around,” he replies, wrapping a hand behind your neck to pull you forward and give you one last hungry kiss before stepping away to right his pants. He holds a hand out to you to help you down from the work bench and watches as you fix your dress.

You give him one last watery smile before leaving through the flimsy wooden door. It slams back against the frame, the sound sharp to Joel’s ears. He sighs, counting to himself as he catalogs the spiderwebs and rusted tools in the shed.

There’s a flash of white in the corner of his eye. The mangled fabric of your panties sits discarded on the ground, and he leans forward to pick them up, pocketing them. For what, he’s not sure, but he’ll take any piece of you he can get.

Even if it’s just the part you’ve carelessly left behind.

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Later, your husband stands at the dented podium to deliver his Sunday morning sermon to the good people of Jackson who still turn to religion for comfort and guidance. Joel isn’t one of those people, but he sits on a rough wooden bench across the aisle from you. Your panties are still tucked away in his pocket and he wonders if you’ve cleaned up already, or if you’re still full of him even as you sit there watching your husband.

“…And we see this spoken of in Proverbs 7:25 — ‘Do not let your heart turn to her ways or stray into her paths. Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng. Her house is a highway to the grave, leading down to the chambers of death’.”

Joel looks towards you as the words settle among the crowd. Your gaze remains steadfastly on your husband, but your hands move restlessly in your lap. When Joel looks up at the podium, he finds your husband’s righteous glare trained on him.

Maybe Joel was wrong. He hasn’t found heaven in you.

He’s just found a deeper hell.

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[frownyalfred]

Clark will cheat on Lois and get bruce pregnant, but when bruce realizes how the breakup of Lois and clark might break clark, he just keeps it a secret and almost dies multiple times

Oh wow, anon. I was going for like a 9/10 on angst. This is all the way past 11. Oh the possibilities!

[vixenihy]

Reunion: A Flash Fiction

Summary: October 17, 1963. Mrs. Kennedy finally returns from her trip to Greece, and her husband is waiting for her and ready to welcome her home.

Tags/Notes + Pairing: jfk x jackie kennedy, mentions of past infidelity, improved relationship, loss of child mention, caroline and john jr. are in it too lol.

Word Count: 897 words

A/N: this one is shorter and a bit messier than my last fic :,( i’ve been having quite a bit of brain fog so unfortunately some things may be a little off. sorry guys!! i hope you enjoy it <3 divider was made by @/ aquazero. hope you guys caught the jackie 2016 reference ;)

Jack sits in the backseat of the car, nervously playing with his hands in the darkness. Every so often, he looks out onto the empty runway only illuminated by blinking lights. Jackie will be here any minute now, but why do those minutes have to pass so slowly?

The past few weeks had been awfully rough without Jackie; The depression and headaches he acquired from his withdrawals after finally being able to stay abstinent and cut himself away from the rest of his ‘women’ was rough. He’d been so used to that lifestyle, he never realized how addicted he was until he found himself desperately writing a letter at midnight to a woman he had ended his affair with over a year prior. When he read the letter the next morning, he embarrassingly shoved it in the bottom of his desk with the intention of discarding it.

Having to continue to mourn the loss of Patrick on his own after Jackie left was even worse. Sure, he had dealt with plenty of things on his own before, and Jackie had been there for him up until the day she left; but there were times at work where he felt so alone. He didn’t dare bother his wife about it when she was recuperating from the loss. So when he got off the phone with Jackie, there was no one to call, no one to talk to, and no one to see. Just cabinet members and paperwork. When he cried in his wife’s arms that day, he felt as if his eyes were opened to a new world. To be comforted by someone he loved dearly and not shunned for crying made him feel…loved… Though this was an incredible realization for him, he didn’t feel comfortable opening himself up like that with anyone else; at least not yet. Joan was there for him when he secluded himself in his room and didn’t come out, and he’d gotten a few sympathy calls here and there; but it just wasn’t the same as that morning when he felt Jackie lovingly wrap her arms around him as he let his emotions run like a river.

“Daddy, look!” Caroline exclaims, pointing out the window with that innocent smile she shares with her father. “I think I see mommy!” She continues, climbing over her dad and brother to see the plane landing in the once empty runway. Jack can’t help but smile at her excitement and

“I think you’re right, Buttons! Lets go out there and meet her. But stay close to me okay? Don’t run out in front of the plane before they put the stairs down.” He instructs, opening the car door and stepping out before taking Caroline and John’s hands into his.

“I wanna go on the plane!!” John shouts, pulling against his fathers hand as they approach the runway. Jack does his best to hide his own excitement as the stairs are placed in front of the door. And as soon as the door opens, Jack bends down as best he can.

“Go on, go give mommy a hug.” He tells them before rising and letting them rush off ahead of him and climb the stairs.

As Jack follows his children, he finally comes face to face with the woman he missed so dearly.

Jackie looks just as beautiful as she did when she left, and as she rises from greeting Caroline and John to look him in the eyes, she looks just as happy to see him as he does for her.

Without a word, Jack leans over and takes Jackie in his arms. His back issues and lack of experience in physical contact makes his hugs quite stiff, but Jackie doesn’t mind one bit.

Jackie pulls back slightly and wraps her arm around her husbands neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“I missed you, Jack.” She sighs, shuffling the two of them away from the open door so that they can’t be photographed by the swarm of paparazzi outside and holding him close.

“I missed you too, Jackie…” Jack smiles, letting go of his wife and glancing at the open door leading out the crowds of photographers awaiting the First Lady’s return.

“You’ve got quite an audience out there…Are you ready?” He asks teasingly, brushing a lock of hair out of Jackie’s eyes.

“Of course, I love crowds.” She replies, her voice laced with sarcasm. She pulls away from her husband and reveals herself to the sea of cameras. They run their films and snap their flashbulbs at the family as they descend the stairs and make their way to the car waiting for them. Jackie is the first to enter the car, then the children, and finally Jack.

“It’s good to have you home, Mrs. Kennedy. Now, why don’t you tell me about Greece. I take it that you had a good time?” Jack teases, reaching his arm over their children clinging to their mother so that he can put his arm over her shoulder.

“You’ll know when we get home….” Jackie smiles back, giving her husband a discreet wink before looking down at Caroline and John, who had managed to fall asleep in their mothers lap. “But first, I think it’s time for bed.” She finishes quietly just as the car comes to a stop in front of the White House…

[dreamsofalife]

"It'd be weird to assume someone else's relationship is open. I'd rather know before I end up making my son and my son's father hate me for breaking up a marriage."

[heardsomedickwasbeinmeantoyou]

food for thought | M | 2K

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warning: passive suicidality

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SUMMARY:

Maybe he just finds this kind of shit hard to gauge or something. Maybe he's just a freak, lol.

OR

Buck thinks about death—kind of a lot. He also thinks about everything else under the sun, including doing things with his best friend that best friends don't usually do together.

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[vuulpecula]

✖ @paramounticebound inquired forever ago: ♀ about vitaly tho

askbox clear out | 2025 ↳ send a symbol & i will write a drabble about my muse from the point of view of... ↳ ♀ MY MUSES MOTHER. ( about vitaly ). 

Alexei's shadow; that is how she came to know him. In the days before, when Kyla was still squirming in her arms, Nessa had barely noticed him. Too captivated by her husband--now she was merely trapped in his orbit--to notice any others. It was his politeness, the quiet way he would sit and listen to Alexei after dinner was had. Only adding his comments to gently dissuade the grandiose ideas when his friend truly began to slide into the realm of the impossible, that had Nessa appreciating him more than any of her husband's other business partners. He never complained about her cooking, demanding she make more Russian dishes. He sided with her in arguments when she asked Alexei for a new dress or jewels and with Vitaly on her side, she could get whatever she wanted. Almost.

Nessa knew that he too, was a violent man, but he did not carry it the way that Alexei did. Rooted deep, always carrying the hint of blood on his breath. Vitaly's had a weightlessness to it. As if the darkness around him was merely a cloud, one that could be pushed away by the right person, the right woman. In truth, she had never seen his violence just as she hadn't really seen Alexei's ( aside from the time he beat a man on the brink of death on the sidewalk, but the stranger had been harassing her, and at the time, Nessa had delighted in the show of what, she deemed to be, a protective nature. She still had one of the other man's teeth tucked somewhere between the fine jewelry and silk handkerchiefs ). Nessa did not understand or want to understand that the man always at her husband's side was capable of just as much violence. One word from Alexei and he would do whatever he was asked. Even if it included pulling Kyla from her arms and ending a bloodline before it had a chance to grow. How could she understand this? To Nessa, they were both ruled beneath Alexei's whims, but she always had the power to say no. She always had a choice--or she thought she did. In the days before, there had been no choices thrust upon her that she did not already agree with or was willing to compromise for. In the days before, her husband was still mostly himself, not deluded and whispering, always whispering. Accusing Vitaly of the infidelities he was guilty of. Not suspicious and on edge, moving them to squalor, hiding knives in places even the children could reach.

In that house--it was not a house, but an apartment whose residents all worked for Alexei or were, at least paid by him--Vitaly came to her again. Quiet, giving her books of poetry to read to him while he fixed the leaky faucet beneath the sink or the lock on the community bathroom, so she'd stop getting walked in on by the well-meaning, elderly woman who shared their hall. He did everything that Alexei refused to, and Alexei allowed her to believe that. The truth was, that he had sent his most trusted man into the vipers nest of his home to do all the things he did not feel like doing while being hissed at by his ever, unhappy wife ( books of poetry not included ).

Nessa saw within Vitaly the man she should've married. The one who would have given her everything she ever wanted. Unaware that her husband knew, had always known, and always gave his wife what she wanted. Vitaly included. Yet, Vitaly did have a choice in it and he chose not to leave his wife and Alexei respected it.  

[moved-to-civic-hub]

anonymous asked:

Marsha what's your opinion on emorty's previous relationship with emeg?

"Honestly, I don't know much about it besides what emorty was saying. About how he pampered and spoiled her...made me think about Jason. In between all of the times he cheated on me and hurt me both physically and emotionally...he would treat me like a princess." She paused as she looked down. "...I found out afterward that it was love bombing...just another one of his tricks to keep me around." She looks back up. "I don't know what emeg was thinking so I can only assume. And I know I'm sounding kind of biased right now."

@mcltiples / @evilmcg (mentioned)

ask my character questions | open & accepting

[cloudbellsv3]

There's this one Stucky infidelity fic that I really like. I re-read it every so often as well because it's really well done. But I was thinking about how...I don't think I'd be as open to reading that same fic if it were Stony. There's just something about that kind of betrayal in my OTP that I can't forgive (and I had a hard enough time forgiving Bucky along with Steve in the fic I read). Like, for Stucky, it's a ship I like, but it's not my main, so I'm able to enjoy it for what it is, but for Stony, I'd be genuinely and wholeheartedly invested. And it would probably just tear me up inside.

[jmiemagvans]

Task #26: non-playables

CATHERINE MARIADAGA-EVANS; Jamie's mom

Catherine Mariadaga was born in Cebu, Philippines where she grew up with her siblings to two teachers. Life was very family-oriented, which is what she passed onto her own children. School, family, church, chores, and then work. It was quite routine.

She moved to California with her siblings after starting college. It was a process, which meant that it took some time to continue her studies, working on a nursing degree. She met John Evans the last year into her degree. Before she could start working, she found out she was pregnant with her oldest son. The two married soon after and then came along five more kids, with Jamie as the youngest.

Years into their marriage, things were good. She stayed a stay-at-home mom while John worked as a military consultant in San Francisco. When five of the six kids were already out of college, she and John divorced. Then she moved to Merrock, as that was where the rest of her family had settled, and her kids followed after.

JOHN EVANS; Jamie's dad

John was born in San Francisco, CA to an average-sized family of three kids. He came from a military family, so that was exactly what he had known. He moved to San Diego in middle school, and lived there until moving back to the Bay Area later on.

He married his high school sweetheart, Amelia right out bootcamp. the two had two kids, Jeremy and Matthew. A few years later, the two got divorced. When he met Catherine, he was working on a project for the military. Catherine became pregnant and they got married.

He was a father who was present, but worked a lot. The kids never really knew their half-siblings, which was fine because no one wanted to step into drama. The drama continued after six more kids and another divorce. He and his third wife, Jenna married once Jamie was out of high school. Now, he lives with his new family in California.

JAMIE'S SIBLINGS (wanted connection(s)!)

Jamie is close with his siblings (two eldest brothers, three older sisters). They all live in town with their family. He has become close with his extended family as well. He's become the fun uncle and kuya (older brother) to the kids, typically babysitting and spending time with them sometimes on his days off.

JAMIE'S EX (wanted connection!)

Jamie and his ex-boyfriend met in the middle of his nursing program. The two of them became good friends and started dating a few months. Things felt really good and they were beginning to move forward in their relationship. That was, until he found his ex with another guy. The situation affected him to a point where he nearly had to drop out of his program. After pulling himself back together, he found himself graduating and then moving to Merrock.

[beaumontmonroe]

beaumont monroe; update (march '25)

beaumont 'beau' monroe (43), moved to brooklyn, new york city in mid-najuary 2025, to be closer to his son, jake (11), and initiate his divorce with his to-be-ex-wife, joanna ramos (40). this is an update to his life.

trigger warnings; mentions of stress, emotional turmoil, infidelity, sex & homophobia* (*beau isn't homophobic, but jo's coming out to him as gay has left him with a lot of complicated feelings that he's unpacking.)

in the six weeks beau has moved to his apartment in park slope, brooklyn, he isn't comfortable in his new place but he's adapted to his new surroundings and spent time exploring park slope and other areas of brooklyn.

he has fully unpacked his moving boxes, including the hundreds of pieces of physical media - books, dvds, cds & vinyls. jake's room is furnished the the essentials for him to stay, but beau has yet to begin the process of decorating and giving his apartment characters, so it's quite sparse.

now that his divorce paperwork has been filled out, his lawyers are in the process of discussing the division of property, finances and a custody agreement of jake, with joanna's lawyers. the division of property and finances is fairly straightforward, and beau is going ahead with the sale of their former home in la, california.

the only difficulty, or sticking point, in his divorce, is the agreement of custody. beau has applied for 50/50 custody, with an alternate weekly schedule and alternating holidays (thanksgiving & christmas), but all final say is to be with jake. currently, beau only has jake to stay for a friday to monday long weekend every two weeks, to learn his weekday routine and make himself known to jake's school and teachers.

beau has settled into his new job as a financial analyst & advisor as lepor fashion magazine, and is enjoying the day-to-day work more than he thought he would. gathering and organising the data, and compiling his research for financial suggestions has been challenging, but he enjoys challenges.

his main stress point at work is his new boss, editor-in-chief, levi jackson. beau wonders why the man was given the job, but he keeps his opinion to himself and remains professional in handling him.

mentally and emotionally, beau is struggling. work keeps him focused, but outside of work, he's found himself distracted and unfocused. he wishes he could go hiking, but settled for swimming, running and the gym, with some form of physical activity almost every day.

besides physical activity, beau is trying to occupy his mind with consuming media - reading books, watching movies and listening to music. he goes shopping for more of these things, as well as decor and furnishings to give his apartment some personality, but it's slow going. he wants some hobbies that get him out and socialising, but it's not going well. he really needs some new friends.

beau has gotten both jake and himself into therapy. they attend separately, and he has considered family therapy, but the idea of having to sit in a room with joanna and control his feelings and emotions... he's not there yet.

part of the reason he put himself in therapy is due to his emotional reaction to joanna coming out to him as gay. his initial feelings were anger and, to his horror, disgust. he doesn't understand why her being gay would disgust him, and feeling worried and guilty that he might be internally homophobic on some level has been the tipping point for him finally getting into therapy. thank god, he needs it.

running into pj, his affair partner, was a shock but he was selfishly happy to see her, as she was the only friendly-ish face he knew in new york (even if she was shocked to see him too). since meeting each other again, they have had sex - it was a spur-of-the-moment thing, and beau knew it wasn't a good idea. at the same time, he is lonely, he's missed pj, and now that he's separated from joanna he is slowly discovering he is now free to explore... he knows he's too weak to say no if sex with pj is an option.

beau, at forty-three years old, realises he is not a great cook. now he can't afford to hire a cook/nanny, and he doesn't want to eat take out every single day, he's joined a beginners cooking class to try and learn a rotation of meals that he can make for himself, and for jake.

[vuulpecula]

✖ @paramounticebound inquired forever ago: 🎶 prohibition au tho

askbox clear out | 2025 ↳ send a symbol & i'll start a new thread with a starter based off it ↳ 🎶 - for my muse to dance with your muse.

Up on stage, a group of local musicians covered a Sophie Tucker song. The music was good, but the drinks were better. Everywhere one turned, the alcohol was flowing. Hardly anyone mingled without a drink in their hand, unafraid of threat of a raid or, at the very least, a hefty fine. Chicago, so far, was turning out to be quite the city, after all.

Dragging her attention away from the others swooning on the dance floor, Fox returned it to her partner. Twisting a piece of dark hair around her finger at the base of his skull. "Don't you go stepping on my toes, Mr. Singh, these are new shoes." She winked at him as she leaned a little further into his embrace. The band shifted their own tune to something slower. Giving the crowd a chance to catch their breath after a rather rambunctious Charleston. It gave the dance partners a chance to finally talk or drink.

"Have you got a wife back at home, Mr. Singh?" The alcohol made her bold ( or perhaps rude, in some circles ). "Fine man like you ought to have a wife."  

[newyorkshq]

Our Rosamund Chung  (michelle yeoh) is looking for their SECRET LOVER (Muse B In Francesca). they DO NOT need to be contacted (but you can if you want to) and you can contact them @roschung! this connection is currently taken.

Type of connection: Romantic.

Name: UTP.

Age Range: 45+

FC suggestions: Pedro Pascal, Oscar Isaac, Idris Elba, Benjamin Bratt, Salma Hayek, Jessica Chastain, Bradley Cooper, Angela Bassett, Lucy Liu, Alexander Skarsgard, Nicole Kidman or UTP.

Connection trigger warnings: Cheating / infidelity.

Connection information: This muse met Rosamund at least six months ago just by chance — they were both grabbing after work drinks with their coworkers, and from the moment they met, the chemistry between them was obvious. They understand each other in ways no one else does. After several drinks, they exchanged numbers. At first it began as harmless flirting, discussing their shared interests, but before they knew it they let their desires take over and ended up in bed together. They both know it’s wrong — Rosamund is married, but they can’t resist each other. Their affair has been going on for a few months and it has got to the point where they’ve developed strong romantic feelings for each other. This muse makes Ros feel things she hadn’t felt in so long — sexy, desired, appreciated… loved, all things her husband doesn’t make her feel. The rest can be discussed after you apply!

[moved-to-civic-hub]

Adam, you are talking to a girl who was cheated on by her ex-boyfriend and that is just the tip of the iceberg of the shit Jason has done to her.

[brediest-littleguy]

GET 🪐 AND 🚀

🪐 first!

Many of my characters have been married! Divorces, dead spouses, and infidelity runs rampant when many of my stories take place in a modern setting.

A lot of them aren’t against the idea of marriage, some examples would be

Derrick Tevil + Jayson Karmel [haven’t posted about, want too get married]

Pedro Hernandez + Maria H. [ghost people, wife cheated]

David + Cathy [haven’t posted about, divorced]

Some of them don’t view it as something necessary, but did for the formality of showing their relationship an example of this would be

Bill + Tedd Patter [married, but don’t deem it as something they needed to do, courthouse wedding]

Some of them just don’t like the idea of marriage, just because they thinks it’s silly, or hate it, examples

Tommy Sigel-Sheldon

Reka D. Affodil

Zara Karmel

Rosette Oculumen

John Johnny Johnson

Now for 🚀

Usually, depending on the idea I am able to revise my story and change it up until I settle on something.

If it’s an idea for a completely new change of events it’ll be an internal struggle, and just turn into an AU for the OCs [I don’t usually write stories, when I do it’s oneshots of moments, and not actual long stories]

The gives above let’s me be flexible with characters and gives me some kick room

If both situations seem plausible and in character it will almost likely be an AU situation, but sometimes I’ll switch to the new idea if it just seems like something the characters would do more then the original events

[sunniques]

— ¡ 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 !

in which your sister’s boring party takes an exciting turn.

❥ PAIRING: lee heeseung x female reader x park sunghoon

❥ GENRE: threesome au, smut

❥ WORD COUNT: 3.8k

❥ CW/TW: threesome, infidelity, voyeurism, small age gap, oral sex (f & m), unprotected sex, spit roasting, multiple creampies

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read.

“Y/N, will you do me a favor?”

You roll your eyes at the question as irritation crawls up your skin. It’s one of the questions you hate the most, especially coming from your sister. “Another one?”

“Don’t be a bitch. You staying for my party is not even a real favor,” she scowls at you. 

“It actually is because mom and dad won’t let you have it unless I’m here,” you scowl back as your irritation grows. “And I literally had plans today.” 

“I told you you could invite your little friends,” she snaps angrily. “It’s not my fault they didn’t want to come!”

You don’t blame your friends for not wanting to hang around your sister and her friends. They were vapid and annoying. Tolerating them was always a challenge, but at least you would be able to hide in your room this time.

“Whatever. What’s the favor?”

“Will you hang out with Sunghoon when he gets here? He’s gonna feel awkward without Gayoung around, and he actually seems to like you.”

“Heeseung isn’t coming?” You ask, surprised that the two friends who are always attached at the hip aren’t coming together.

“No, he is, but…” your sister’s expression turns a bit bashful. “We’re probably gonna be hanging out alone, and I don’t want Sunghoon to feel awkward. You know how he is.”

You frown at how thoughtless her actions are. Some friend she is. 

It’s likely that Sunghoon declined her invitation since his girlfriend won’t be coming, but obviously your sister’s obsession with Heeseung pushed her to berate him into coming and bringing her crush along. She didn’t handle rejection well which is why she’s still latching onto the hope that Heeseung will finally see her as more than a friend.

A losing battle if you ever saw one.

“Fine,” you say slyly. “I’ll make sure Sunghoon has a great time.”

Sunghoon is the first to admit that he’s a little bit of a pushover. He’s always been one to go along with other people’s whims even if he didn’t necessarily want to. That’s how he ended up at a pool party he didn’t even really want to be at. Initially, he came because he was unable to reject his friend’s invitation. Literally. She didn’t take no for an answer, and she insisted that he bring Heeseung, who she’s liked for a long, long time.

Now, Sunghoon had no problem being a wingman, but unfortunately for everyone involved, Heeseung doesn’t feel the same way about his friend. It’s painfully obvious to their entire friend group, and if Sunghoon hadn’t mentioned that you were also going to be at the party, he knew Heeseung wouldn’t have agreed to come. Somehow his friend doesn’t realize that her longtime crush likes her younger, prettier sister. A cruel irony, really.

“Don’t leave,” Heeseung manages to say through gritted teeth before he’s pulled away by his admirer to do shots.

Sunghoon feels awkward at first. He hardly knows anyone aside from Heeseung and the girl clinging onto him. He’s always been bad at small talk which is all he would be able to have with some of the familiar faces surrounding him. Luckily for him, a very pretty knight in shining armor saves him just as he’s about to check his weather app.

“Hoonie!” You exclaim happily as you throw your arms around his neck affectionately. “I’m glad you came! How have you been?”

Usually, it’s awkward for him when people he hasn’t spent a lot of time around try to act friendly, but with you it’s different. You’re always genuine with him, and right now he can tell you’re trying to make him feel less uncomfortable. It’s something Sunghoon has always appreciated about you. You’re so sweet and considerate that he’s never had any issues getting along with you. That’s what makes it so easy for him to talk to you.

“I’ve been good,” he gives you a pretty smile that makes you swoon internally. “I just finished up my internship last week which means I can finally enjoy my summer.”

“That’s great!” You say in a congratulatory way. “I’m surprised, though. I didn’t think my sister’s parties were your idea of enjoying summer.”

“They’re not, but Gayoung said I should come since she’s out of town.”

You don’t ask about his girlfriend because you don’t really care and because anything else you might say will lead back to your sister basically forcing him to come because she wants to hook up with his best friend. Sunghoon is nice enough not to mention that at least.

Taking a glance around your backyard, you realize that now would be the perfect opportunity to get away without being noticed. 

“Let’s go inside,” you tell him after your sister’s friends start to get more rowdy in the pool.

Sunghoon can’t ignore how pretty you are or how good you look in your skimpy bikini. So he nods like he’s bewitched. Your grin is lovely, and he refuses to deny how right it feels when you grab his hand to lead him into the house. Maybe it’s not right for him to allow you to do so, but Sunghoon would do anything to please you. That includes following you into your room.

“Don’t worry,” you say as you go to sit on your bed. “No one will notice we’re gone.”

Sunghoon watches, entranced as you sit on the edge of your bed with your alluring smile. Before he can think of something to say, you’re slipping off your bikini bottoms like it’s not fucking scandalous. His cock twitches when you toss the tiny swimsuit at him and it lands on his shoulder. You spread your legs and part your pretty folds to show Sunghoon how wet you are. He might’ve thought he was dreaming, but the throbbing ache in his cock reminds him that this is all too real.

You’ve been horny all day, and having your sister’s pushover friend fall into your lap like this is an opportunity you can’t just ignore.

Plus, you’re only doing her a favor like she asked.

“Look how wet you made me, Hoonie,” you say through a needy whine. 

“Y/N,” Sunghoon groans, feeling his cock come alive at the sight of your pretty pussy all spread just for him.

“I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now.”

Sunghoon’s cock twitches, and just as he contemplates on how to navigate this delicious development, you say something that makes his control snap.

“You know you want to.”

You smirk when Sunghoon quickly discards his swim trunks before yanking you to the edge of the bed. His long, thick cock is practically throbbing, and you lick your lips in anticipation. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. I didn’t know you were such a slut.”

Your grin is tantalizing, and Sunghoon can’t resist anymore. Gayoung is never this forward when they’re intimate. Maybe it’s because she was a virgin before she started dating him or maybe it’s because she doesn’t like sex as much as he does. Either way, Sunghoon can’t care about his prude little girlfriend at the moment. Especially with how you’re dripping all over yourself and eyeing his cock like it’s the one thing you want more than anything.

And it is. Right now, there’s nothing you want more than Sunghoon’s big dick drilling into you. Your cunt pulses just knowing he’s about to fill you up and stretch you out on his cock.

“Are you sure you can handle it? You think I’m gonna fit in this tight little hole, baby?” Sunghoon wonders as he slaps his cock down on your wet pussy. “Fuck. I’m gonna stretch this pretty pussy out nice and good.”

Again, Sunghoon slaps his leaking cock on your pussy and gently slides it between your slick folds. His fat tip brushes against your clit and makes you whine in need. He gives you a teasing smirk before he slowly sinks into you. The moan you let out is almost as loud as his own groan. Your cute little pussy is hot and tight and so fucking wet. Sunghoon knows that he won’t last long if he just starts pounding into you like he wants.

“God, you’re so big,” you mewl, eyes rolling back when he finally bottoms out inside you.

Sunghoon fucks you slowly, using his thumb to rub your puffy bud. The sounds you’re letting out are driving him insane, and the way your molten pussy grips him is like absolute heaven. This is already better than any of the sex he’s had with his girlfriend, and he knows this definitely won’t be the last time he has you like this. 

You squeal when your bikini top is abruptly yanked off. The way Sunghoon’s dark eyes are locked on your bouncing tits makes you clamp down on his dick and soak it with more of your arousal. Just seeing your juices painting the length of his cock makes him throb inside you.

“Shit. Are you already close?”

“Mhm, yeah,” you whine, moving your hips to grind your pussy on his cock. “Your cock feels too good, Hoon.”

Even though he’s fucking you slow, you’re creaming on his cock in seconds and with a loud cry of his name. You beg him to keep fucking you, and that’s how Sunghoon finds out that cumming once is never enough for you. He grins, loving how cockdrunk you already are. He’s more than happy to indulge you, not caring that he’s betraying two of the closest people in his life by indulging himself in your tight pussy.

That’s why he starts drilling his meaty cock into you at a punishing rhythm, letting you feel every single inch of his hard dick. The only thing Sunghoon can feel is your cunt wrapping perfectly around him, his leaking tip slamming into your spongy cervix every single time he snaps his hips. He plants needy, open-mouthed kisses all over your neck before he goes further down, desperately latching onto one of your pretty nipples. You cry out loudly when he flicks and sucks on the sensitive bud before gently biting it.

Sunghoon’s thrusts are deliciously brutal. It’s like you’re his personal fucktoy and he’s only using your little hole to make himself cum. His tongue circles your nipple before he starts suckling it again, desperately trying to fuck his cock deeper inside you. His hips crash against yours, slamming into you without care until he’s shooting ropes of thick, hot cum right into your awaiting pussy. 

Meanwhile, his best friend is downstairs having the worst time of his life.

Heeseung knows what’s going on. From the moment he got separated from Sunghoon, he saw how you went and cozied up to him. How you pressed your pretty tits together and gave him all of your attention. He can admit he’s jealous. It’s impossible for him not to be when he’s wanted you from the moment your sister introduced you to him.

Your sister had been talking his ear off when he saw you leading Sunghoon inside. Heeseung didn’t hear a single word she said from that point on because his eyes were locked on you and Sunghoon’s intertwined hands.

At the first opportunity he gets, Heeseung goes inside to see just what you and Sunghoon are up to. He stops at the bottom of the stairs, feeling his cock twitch. Despite all the noise from outside, he can still hear you clearly. The way you’re begging, moaning, cumming. Heeseung is jealous and harder than he’s ever been in his life. 

Looking back to make sure no one decided to come inside, Heeseung slowly climbs up the stairs. He stops in front of the wide open door to your room. It’s sick, but he stays to watch Sunghoon fuck your brains out. You sound and look so sweet, just like he imagined you would. Heeseung palms his dick over his swim shorts as he admires your beautiful body and how it bounces every time Sunghoon fucks his cock into you. The remnants of spit on your hard nipples make him envious that his best friend got to taste them first.

“If you’re going to keep staring, you might as well come in.”

It takes you a moment to realize Sunghoon isn’t talking to you. Your dazed mind slowly catches up and finally notices Heeseung standing in the doorway. Seeing him there with a huge bulge in his swim shorts while looking at you so heatedly makes you clench down Sunghoon’s cock, staining it with more of your cream.

You whine when Heeseung walks over to the bed. Especially since Sunghoon keeps fucking you like his friend isn’t watching. It’s nasty, but you feel so good because you love being on display. Heeseung gets on the bed and starts to rub and pinch your puffy clit.

“You’ll let me watch, right, baby?”

It’s easy to nod with a moan. Heeseung smirks and continues to pinch and rub your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your puffy clit is so soft and wet that he thinks he can cum just from touching it.

You can see how hard he is through his trunks, and you remember overhearing your sister and her friends talk about how all of Heeseung’s exes would say how big his dick is. How they all wished they could find out for themselves. You lick your lips and reach over to tug at his shorts. Too bad for your sister and her friends, but you were going to find out first since you obviously can’t pass up this opportunity.

Heeseung doesn’t hide his smirk and helps you take off his swim shorts. He frees his cock easily, and you can’t help but stare. He’s thick and big, easily as big as Sunghoon. You lick your lips and look up at him expectantly.

Like you, Heeseung doesn’t hesitate to take an opportunity that’s in front of him. He taps the tip of his dick against your lips, grinning when you open your mouth eagerly. Sunghoon watches you swallow his friend’s cock with an eagerness that makes his cock throb. He’s never seen anything so hot in his life, and he has to slow down his thrusts because he’s so close to blowing his load. 

“Shit, Y/N. You’re such a good fucking girl,” Heeseung groans, watching your throat bulge as he fucks it. “That’s it, baby. Swallow my cock.”

Your eyes cross when Sunghoon and Heeseung’s thrusts start to sync up. They’re both moaning in tandem as they fuck you, and all you can do is lay there completely fucked out as it happens. It’s easy to cum again as they use you for their pleasure.

“Fuck. I bet her pussy’s nice and tight,” Heeseung hisses in delight. “Cum inside her, Hoon.”

Just hearing those words coming from Heeseung is enough to push Sunghoon over the edge. His head falls back as he empties his load into you. “Fuck, Y/N!” He groans as he fucks his cum deeper into you without stopping.

“That’s it, baby. Take every drop of our cum,” Heeseung moans as cum fills your mouth. 

You’re all panting by the time you’ve ridden out your highs, and you surprise the two friends by asking for more.

Sunghoon smirks as he looks over at Heeseung. “Just wait until you feel this pussy. Our pretty girl’s so fucking tight.”

That’s how you end up on all fours, sandwiched between them. Sunghoon grabs the back of your neck as he smacks his cock against your lips just like his best friend did. You part them with a needy moan, tongue lolling out to entice him. He slaps his leaking tip against the slick muscle with a low groan. God are you hot. Way hotter than his girlfriend could ever be.

“So eager to suck this dick,” he murmurs. “Dirty fucking girl.”

Whining, you lap at the tip of his cock, eagerly tasting the remnants of your orgasm and his cum leaking from the slit. You moan at the taste as you start to lick up and down his cock. 

Your pretty pussy is dripping with Sunghoon’s cum and your own arousal. He sees you get wetter when you fully take his best friend’s cock into your mouth. Seeing you drip with arousal makes Heeseung’s cock throb. Finding out what a needy slut you are just made you hotter in his eyes. You’re absolutely perfect.

“Didn’t expect you to be so greedy, baby,” Heeseung laughs. He rubs his cock across your slit before tapping the head against your swollen clit. With a pleased sigh, he slips his dick inside your fluttering hole. 

Your eyes roll back as you get filled on both ends. It’s a dream to have your mouth full of Sunghoon’s cock and your pussy stuffed full of Heeseung’s dick. The sound of your messy, wet cunt makes Heeseung fuck you harder. Your juices are running down your thighs and his. The wet slapping sounds mix in lewdly with all the moans and groans.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Heeseung moans as his hands squeeze your ass. It makes you clench down on the cock spearing you open.

Your eyes take in Sunghoon as he strokes his cock with your throat. His dark eyes filter periodically between you and his friend. He throbs every time he watches Heeseung pound your sopping wet cunt. The two share a filthy smirk while you whimper in pleasure. Your mouth and pussy are stuffed full, and you’ve never felt better.

Heeseung fucks his dick deeper into your cunt with a deep groan. Your slick walls flutter and squeeze his thick cock as he roughly kneads and slaps your ass. Just feeling how tightly you’re gripping him makes Heeseung pump his cock into your clenching pussy with a rough tempo that slams against your g-spot and makes you squeal around Sunghoon’s dick.

Your eyes roll back as Sunghoon shoves his cock deeper down your throat. He hisses at the feeling, cock flexing against your tongue as he keeps rolling his hips. Drool falls in thick strings from your open mouth and slowly drip down the cock you’re sucking. Sunghoon moans and caresses your face, loving how you look so pretty with tears in your eyes and his dick in your mouth.

You’ve never looked so hot, bouncing back eagerly on his friend who’s splitting you open on his cock. Heeseung groans, praises spilling from his lips every time he thrusts his cock back into your sloppy cunt.

“Fuck, baby. You have such a pretty little pussy. All tight and wet just for us,” his words make the coil in your stomach tighten. “Could stuff this sweet pussy all day.”

Your orgasm hits hard and fast. Heeseung grunts loudly, hips stuttering against your ass as your soft pussy walls milk his cock. With a loud whine, your body arches and your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you choke on Sunghoon’s cock. 

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart. Now I’m gonna fill your hot little cunt,” his heated voice sends a sick thrill up your spine.

“God. I’m gonna cream in your sloppy mouth, pretty girl. Swallow it all for me,” Sunghoon says as one of his hands grips the back of your head.

Moaning around his dick, your head and hips move to help them reach their own highs. The two friends grunt and groan as they chase their own releases. Sunghoon spills first, cum thick and hot as it coats your mouth and throat. Heeseung follows not too long after, shooting his load deep inside your spasming cunt. 

As Heeseung slowly starts to pull out of your pussy, he curses under his breath when you pulse and flutter and squeeze him even tighter. “Fuck. This sweet little pussy doesn’t want to let go.”

Regrettably, he pulls out of your clenching heat with a wet schlick, making both of them groan at the noise. It rivals the way you start to choke on Sunghoon’s cum. He too pulls out reluctantly, but not before wiping the tears from under your eyes.

So much cum is leaking out of your pretty holes, and the two friends decide that they’re going to spend the rest of the party stuffing you full.

Heeseung lightly smacks your messy pussy. “Don’t think we’re done yet, baby. The day’s still young.”

Your sister pouts petulantly as she walks upstairs to the restroom. It’s been almost an hour since she last saw Heeseung, and now he’s ignoring all her calls and texts. She hasn’t seen you or Sunghoon either. Briefly, she wonders if you hadn’t kept her friend entertained enough to keep him at the party. If Sunghoon left, then his best friend had definitely followed suit. She scows as she thinks about how she’s going to get you back later. It wasn’t the first time you inadvertently ruined her chances with Heeseung, and she’s sick of it.

Just before your sister can get to her destination, she hears moans. Loud, filthy moans.

They’re obviously coming from your room, and she wonders if some of her guests were using your room to have sex. Fuck. You were going to murder her.

She approaches your room with a purpose, wanting to get whoever it was out of your room before you found out. However, she stops at the doorway when she sees something ten times worse than strangers having sex in your bed.

Her longtime crush is sitting at the edge of your bed, bouncing you on his big cock while her friend kneels in front of you two as he eats your pussy. Heeseung is giving you a filthy kiss as he gropes your tits and helps you fuck his cock. She can see cum dripping down his heavy balls as he splits you open. Sunghoon is holding one of your hands as he laps at your clit. Your sister doesn’t miss the way he’s tugging on his cock while you tug on his hair. He’s moaning into your pussy like he’s never tasted anything better.

Your room reeks of sex, and her heart breaks when she realizes it’s because the three of you have been fucking for a while now. When you finally break the kiss, Heeseung starts to trail wet kisses down your neck, still oblivious to her presence. You, however, lift your head and make eye contact with your horrified sister.

Unlike she expects, you don’t snap out of your sex-crazed lust. You only smirk at her. It’s mean and vicious—a smirk that she’s seen countless times before. Usually, it’s her directing that cruel, victorious smirk at you. But now that the roles have switched, she can feel her heart break.

You toss your head back with a loud moan, not caring that your sister is crying because you’re bouncing on Heeseung’s cock while Sunghoon licks your pussy. If anything, this is her fault for thinking her plans took priority over yours. It’s not like she ever had a chance with either of them, anyway. You were just making her see that once and for all.

And so, instead of confronting the three of you like she should have, your sister turns on her heel and walks away to go back to her party.