#cw: infidelity

[lynxgriffin]

Don't act so shocked.

Part one of what will be a real short four-part series. Based on this total crack theory but then it also got pretty dark! Just some wild speculation with what might have gone on with Susie's home and family prior to the game. None of it's good. :(

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#deltarune #lynx art #susie #susie deltarune #growing pains #cw: parents yelling #cw: infidelity #cw: teeth horror #not sure what else to warn for? #Susie's home life is bad and her parents are worse

[the-way-of-words]

You Will Not Be Mine, So Give Me The Night

Noah Sebastian x OFC Content Warnings: Fingering, P in V sex, and infidelity. There are no miscommunications, no misunderstandings here... just two people making the conscious decision to be unfaithful. Contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. This is fiction, none of this is real. But if RPF isn't your thing, please hit that back button.

This was a smut prompt request from @itsvictoriaarose with #189 "You're really telling me to stop while both your hands are up my shirt?" and #182 "You can't leave marks." I kinda went back and forth over this for a while, trying to figure out what direction I wanted to take and then I got hit with an angst spell and decided to take it out on Mr. Noah Sebastian. So enjoy?

Special thanks to @signs-of-ill-portent for beta-ing this and just overall being the amazing person you are, and to @throwingmetothelions for telling me to just go for it haha.

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It starts innocently enough. She's the new guitar tech, shadowing JB and learning the ropes to take over for him now that Jimmy needs him more. Noah can’t help but be a little standoffish. It’s always hard to bring someone new in, but it goes well. She’s good at what she does, and she’s a quick learner when it comes to all their little idiosyncrasies, technical or otherwise, noting Jolly’s preferences and taking them to heart. His people are happy, so he’s happy and he starts to relax into this new normal. 

Three stops in, shit hits the fan and while the rest of them are bustling around, trying to fix it and not lose their collective shit when new girl steps up pulling a fix from God knows where. It gets them through the night and off to the next city, where they have a day off to figure out exactly what went wrong. He stops worrying for a bit after that. 

They’re three weeks into their eight-week run when Noah realizes he might have a problem. At first he notices the way her nose scrunches when there’s something she can’t fix right away, how she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she thinks it through. He catches himself staring at her mouth more than once, wondering if her lips are as soft as they look. With a mental shake, Noah forces his eyes away from her, letting the sparkle of the ring on her finger taunt him as he unlocks his phone. 

His girlfriend’s face smiles back at him from the home screen, and it’s enough to get his thoughts off of her for the time being. 

But it only works for so long. The more time they spend together, the worse it gets. He starts to catch her looking at him when she thinks he’s not looking, her head quickly turning away when he looks back, their friendly touches beginning to linger a little too much on the side of Too Long. So he tries to put as much distance between them as possible, but it's not exactly easy when they’re practically living on top of each other on the rig.

She corners him by week five, appearing at his side to lean against the bar next to the stool he's parked himself on.

“Did I do something to upset you?” 

Noah can feel her gaze as it burns into him, the same stare he’s felt the past few weeks when she thinks he’s not paying attention. It was one thing when he thought it was one-sided, but he doesn’t think it is anymore. 

“Nope,” is all he says, refusing to look at her. Instead, he lets his eyes wander to the other side of the room, watching a few of the others face off at the pool table. 

“You sure?” she asks, incredulous. “Because, apart from a sparing glance, you’ve barely been able to look at me for the past two weeks.”

He sighs, letting his head hang as he closes his eyes. "I think you know why…"

"I know," she replies, voice quiet. 

"I'm not the only one who feels it, right?" Noah asks as he finally lets himself look at her. She looks tired as she sits on the stool next to his, running her hands up and down her thighs. He tries not to focus on how thick they look under the tight material of her leggings, and how they might feel under his own hands if he were to reach out and touch her; instead, he keeps his eyes trained on her face.

“No. No, you’re not.” The confession makes something flutter in his chest. Excitement, maybe, but it’s quickly tampered by the cool wave of dread that settles over him when she continues. “So, where do we go from here? I really like this job, but if it’s better for both of us if I--”

“Hey, wait, no,” he cuts her off quickly, reaching out to take hold of her hand. “That’s not what I want, and that’s not what I think you should do… because you’re good at this. That shit the first week? The whole show could have gone south if you didn’t figure out a way to fix it. I don’t want to lose you as a tech just because we’re attracted to each other… okay?”

“So what do we do then?” she asks tiredly, staring down at their joined hands. Her skin is warm under his and he can feel the beginnings of electricity sparking under his thumb where he runs it across her knuckles. 

Noah shrugs, “We deal with it, okay? You’re engaged for fucks sake, and I have a girlfriend, that’s more than enough for us to push whatever this is to the side and remain professional. We can even use JB as a go between if we need to.”

She scoffs, but it’s more amused than derogatory. "Just ignore it. Is that really the solution you’re suggesting? Healthy.”

That pulls a laugh from him as he raises both of his hands in a mock surrender. “I’m all ears if you have any other suggestions… besides quitting.” He needs her to know he’s serious, because apart from JB, she’s the best tech they’ve had and Noah’s pretty sure Matt would strangle him if he had anything to do with them losing her. 

“Okay…” she says, exhaling loudly. “You’re right. We’re both adults here, we can be mature about this. It doesn’t need to be anything more than a strictly platonic work relationship.”

“Exactly.” 

Their new found understanding is shaky at best, and it only takes JB’s departure for it to all come crumbling down. 

~~

It's the last week, the home stretch. JB's gone off to do his own thing with his own band, and in his absence, all the things that hold them back seem to not matter anymore. Without him as a buffer between them, the ring on her finger doesn't sparkle quite as bright, and the face that smiles back at him from his home screen doesn't carry the weight it once did. Not when she throws her head back to clear the hair out of her eyes and his eyes trace the line of her throat, wondering what kind of sound she'd make if he did the same with his teeth. 

He tries not to over-indulge when he’s around her. She feels magnetic when he’s sober, sparks crackling under his fingertips where they brush against hers when he’s riding that first beer feeling, and he knows it’ll only increase the more he puts away. Noah can’t tell if she’s doing the same thing for the same reasons, but he always notices when she stops at one as well. And much as he loathes to say it, he knows right then that it’s only a matter of time before they do something they shouldn’t. 

It all comes to a head after their last show. The night goes off without a hitch, and everybody's riding that high, despite how tired they all are. At the after show party, he stops at one, like he always does, but it’s not enough this time. 

He tells himself that it’s not a conscious decision to offer her his hand. That it’s the alcohol’s influence as they sneak away hand in hand, out to the rig while everyone else is otherwise occupied.

Noah’s the one who kisses her first, but she kisses him back with fervor, sitting on the table by the small kitchenette, spreading her legs to let him into her space. He gasps into her mouth when her hands slip under his shirt, trailing fire in their wake as they wander the broad expanse of his back, heat pooling in his gut when her tongue slips into his mouth to slide against his. His hands grip her thighs, tugging her closer and it’s not until he pops the button on her jeans that she breaks away.

“Stop…” she pants, the words slipping out between gulping breaths. “We… we gotta stop.” 

She’s right. He knows she’s right, but. “You’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are up my shirt?”

That pulls a breathless laughter from her chest, and Noah tries to ignore the way he mourns the loss of her touch when her hands leave his body, a chill quickly replacing her warmth. “You know I’m right… we can’t do this.” 

His head falls forward to rest against her shoulder. “I know.” 

But he doesn’t move, doesn’t back away to let her go before they do something they can’t take back. Instead he kisses her bare shoulder, and she doesn’t stop him. Nor does she stop him when he skips over the thin strip of her tank top before letting his lips mark a path to the curve of her neck. She just tangles her hand in his hair with a sigh of his name, tipping her head back as he continues his way around throat where he whispers into the skin, “I don’t want to stop.”

He can feel her throat bob as she swallows before taking a deep breath, her following sigh loud in the empty space around them. It’s quiet as the minutes tick by until she tugs at his hair, pulling his gaze up to meet hers. “You can’t leave marks.” 

It’s all the permission he needs. 

Noah tears at her jeans, pulling harshly at the zipper before shuffling the denim down her legs until she can kick them off. Sucking two fingers into his mouth, he steps back in between her legs to push her underwear aside, circling her clit before he sinks them into her, all the way to the knuckle. 

“Fuuuuck.” Noah curses. She’s so wet inside, and the knowledge that it’s all for him makes him delirious as he fucks her with his fingers. He works her to her orgasm quickly, the sound she makes when he thumbs at her clit just before she shudders around him makes it hard for him to think about anything other than getting his dick inside her. He shoves down his shorts and underwear, trying not to trip as he steps out of them before kicking them somewhere behind.

Noah grips her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the table underneath, spreading her legs wide with both of his hands. She’s still spasming when Noah pushes his way inside, the clench and release of her pussy as he bottoms out forces him to pause as he tries to hold his own release at bay, and he refuses to think about anything but her as they rest their foreheads together, panting into each other’s mouths. 

“Hey, look at me,” he requests, setting his thumb beneath her chin as his palms rests against the soft skin of her cheek. Her eyes slide open just as he pulls his hips back and the way her mouth falls open in a silent cry as he thrusts back into her is nothing short of beautiful. 

For a moment, he wishes things were different, that he could have her spread out beneath him on a bed and take his time, instead of a hurried fuck in an empty tour bus. But then she cants her hips up to meet his, and he’s rocketed back to the present moment so hard his head spins. She floods his senses; all he can see, all he can feel, all he can smell is her, them, as they rock together.

She clutches at him as she cries out, hands fisting into his shirt when he feels his dick brush against a particular spot inside her and he can feel her cunt begin to tighten around him. 

“Shit,” Noah gasps, “A-Are you gonna cum again? Gonna cum around my cock?” 

She nods, working one of her hands between them to play with herself. “That’s it… that’s a good--” he cuts off with a groan as the quiver of her inner walls threatens to pull him over the edge. Pulling her mouth to his, he smashes their lips together, swallowing her moans as he fucks her through it. 

“Oh god…” he pants against her lips, rhythm slipping, “oh fuck, I’m gonna--”

Noah groans, kissing her deep one last time, pumping into her twice more and then he’s pulling out, working a hand around himself until he cums, his release spilling onto the curls above her center and the soft part of her lower belly. 

Her hands find his face, brushing the hair that's fallen forward back before pulling their foreheads together. He knows exactly what it is, this soft moment in the afterglow; it's a goodbye for something that never even started and he lets himself bask in it. 

With ears still ringing, he pushes away from her, stumbling towards his bunk to pull out an old shirt lodged at the edge of the mattress.

Noah grimaces as he hands it to her. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything else to--”

“It’s okay.” She interrupts. 

Noah waits for the guilt to creep in, but nothing comes. Nothing but more want when she pushes past him on the way to her own space, bare ass in full view. He can feel his dick stir back to life at the thought of nipping at the soft cheeks with his teeth, griping the full flesh in both of his hands to hold her open while he fucks her from behind. But he lets it go, choosing instead to find his shorts.

They don’t talk as they redress, crossing in the parking lot silence and returning to others a few minutes apart, just in case. 

.

.

.

.

He gets the wedding invitation three weeks later.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #bad omens rpf #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #rpf #noah sebastian/ofc #noah sebastian x ofc #smut fic #noah sebastian smut #smut prompt fic #cw: infidelity

[sky-ham]

caitvi au: arranged marriage and falling in love with soldiers

ivy for CoP's 2023 Taylor Swift collection

#arcane #piltover's finest #caitvi #vi #caitlyn kiramman #skyhamdraws #cw: infidelity #2023 taylor swift collection #arcaneart

[tennessoui]

kit i know u said u lose followers every time u post cheating au but just know i absolutely eat it up,, i LIVE for those angsty little dummies sneaking around and making extremely bad decisions!!!

lol I still lose followers every time we talk about the cheating au but I care less a year and a half later this is a bomb ass au and they’re horrible people who do horrible things literally obi-wan plans and plots his way into making anakin’s newborn babies view him as a parental figure instead of their birth mother who is married to their birth father & anakin would literally probably kill Satine if he ever found out she (as obi-wan’s wife) slept with obi-wan (who is her husband) and they don’t divorce their wives to be with each other even though they should have 6 years ago

they’re not just angsty they’re digging their own graves!! They’re digging each other’s graves!! There are no victors here they’re going to finally finally divorce their wives and yeah they’re gonna be in love forever but there’s consequences they’re gonna have to live with after the Pyrrhic victories they ensured

#asks #obikin #cw: infidelity #I always come back to obiwan and Padmé not being. able to work together anymore<3 #and Korkie not wanting to talk to anakin

[infernaleikon]

obikin au feat. anakin’s abysmal topping skills in which anakin and padme are a couple and while anakin is very hot and very cute and very eager, he's also not really good in bed but padme is too polite to tell him that. so she suggests they go to such a sex party/club to idk spice up their sex life and maybe secretly hopes that anakin learns a trick or two

anakin is obviously not very into the idea because as we all know he doesn't like to share but he goes because padme asks him to. he's tense and unhappy all the way there and once they get there, and it's awkward and uncomfortable and he hates so much how comfy padme seems, staying close to him but talking to other people, casually touching them, letting them touch her.

and then he makes eye contact across the room with obi-wan. obi-wan just smiles and nods slightly at him or something, just a minimal acknowledgement, and anakin is suddenly on fire, he even forgets about padme for a moment. he doesn’t know who that man is, doesn’t know his name, doesn’t know anything about him but something about him, something about having his attention, sets anakin’s whole being alight.

he starts to look for that stranger later that night because. well, he doesn't even really know why, he doesn't know him, they've never talked, and he's here with his girlfriend, who has her arm hooked through his. and then he spots obi-wan again

and either obi-wan is reclined on a chaise lounge or something, shirt opened and revealing his chest, while there's some guy on his knees in front of him giving him a blowjob. obi-wan has one arm draped over the back of the lounge and the other in the guy's hair, skipping between grabbing it and carding through it, and anakin is close enough that he can hear obi-wan praising the guy in a gentle, husky voice. he has a crisp accent and he’s speaking utter filth so softly that anakin’s toes curl from that alone. and then obi-wan looks up and their eyes meet again. anakin can't look away and obi-wan doesn't break eye contact either, seemingly holding anakin in place, while anakin can’t do anything but watch, enthralled, turned on, jealous, as obi-wan gets sucked off. and when obi-wan murmurs “good boy”, anakin could swear he’s talking to him.

anakin feels things he’s pretty sure he hasn’t felt before. he’s transfixed. he wants to be that guy on his knees, he wants those strong fingers in his hair and to have that stranger praise him. he wants his undivided attention. wants his hands, his voice, his cock, he wants to be good, he wants he want he wants. he even could be!! theoretically. padme suggested they come here and she left the option open to...explore other people.

AND/OR anakin finds obi-wan going down on a woman. and anakin is still/again feeling things. padme notices obi-wan too, notices the woman who looks like she’s seeing through time and space, and well, guess she found a teacher for anakin in obi-wan. padme approaches obi-wan, introduces herself, introduces anakin (who is losing his mind), and she asks if obi-wan would be willing to teach anakin how to do whatever obi-wan did to that woman. when obi-wan looks at him, it feels like anakin is burning up from the inside out.

it ends with obi-wan sitting by anakin's side and quietly telling him what to do, how and when to do it while anakin goes down on padme, and yeah, anakin very much does lose his mind. the way obi-wan says his name, the soft rasp of his voice, the accent, when he praises anakin for doing something well, anakin almost comes on the spot.

after that, anakin isn’t as uncomfortable about the sex club anymore. he keeps coming back, keeps seeking out obi-wan, keeps soaking up every ounce of attention he gets from him and it’s--so good. by the time he actually asks obi-wan to fuck him, he feels like he’s cheating. he’s not, technically, she’s here, and she’s even watching them, but it’s--it’s not just sex, and anakin knows it.

and so when obi-wan cups anakin’s throat to bend his head back so he can press his lips against his ear and ask, “will you think about me when you fuck her?” (it’s a question but it sounds like an order) on a particularly delicious thrust forward, all anakin can say is “yes”

#obikin #my brain be like #NO WRITE ONLY IDEAS #but godddddssssss #cw: infidelity #but also not quite? #depends on your interpretation ig

[maesterchill]

Call if you ever get desperate

Drarry, Explicit, 1.1k

Warnings/tags: Infidelity (Harry cheating on Ginny), internal conflict, repressed feelings, Harry is a bad boyfriend, Sex worker Draco Malfoy, smut, open ending.

Written for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'One of Your Girls' by Troye Sivan. Also written for the Wanksgiving challenge, or Thirsty Thanksgiving. So if you're sitting around with your relatives and a belly full of turkey and gravy, please enjoy!! 🦃🍗 Thanks @tackytigerfic for the lighting fast beta!

Summary:

Blissed out and moaning on Malfoy's expert fingers, Harry's not expecting it when Malfoy mentions her name.

Excerpt:

Malfoy is two knuckles deep inside Harry when he mentions her name.

He’s curling and working his fingers like the pro he is, his entire shoulder and bicep flexing into it. Harry throws his head back and gives in to the exquisite torment of it, one hand helplessly clawing at the bedsheets while he pinches his own nipple hard with his other hand.

Harry’s straining, tensing, trying to keep from crying out something embarrassing. It doesn’t work very well. Malfoy isn’t showing him any mercy. He never does—Harry pays him not to. So it slips out. “God, Malfoy, I need you so m—”

“Does Ginny know you’re here?”

Read the rest on AO3

#a little drarry smut to go with your roast dinner #tater tots and pumpkin pie and a bit of cock #drarry #drarry microfic #cw: infidelity #wanksgiving 2023

[izvmimi]

cw: questionable reader, infidelity, reader is engaged to izuku, fem!reader. mention of alcohol and smoking. violence and deceit. brief smut with dubious consent. minors dni. 

summary: reader looks for excitement and gets more than she bargained for.

a/n: this is... something lmfao. heed the warnings.

you’re greedy. 

here you are, with a pricey ring on your finger, in a posh little apartment that is decorated head to toe with the things you like and never had to pay for, and with a lease you’ve never seen nor signed, looking directly at a framed photo of your eventually-husband on the wall. it’s the cover page from an old shoot of izuku’s that you’ve always thought was particularly sexy and encouraged him to make for you. 

it doesn’t have the same effect, you realize. 

not because you don’t find your fiancé attractive anymore - that’s far from the truth - but because you’ve decided that all of this is... too easy.

izuku loves you too much. he’s sweet. he’s kind. he makes time for you even though he’s often busy. you are the moon and the stars to him and would do anything to make you happy. 

something about that is... boring, you think. 

turning over on your bed, you scroll through your social media on a burner account you hold - the one that lets you creep on all the pro heroes that you’ve ever considered. pro hero cellophane seems to be dating a new girl these days that he thinks is probably too good for him but who he’s definitely too good for, chargebolt and mindjack appear to be going strong as usual, and ingenium remains happily married to pro hero uravity. 

you continue to scroll, and then you see him. pro hero dynamight.

foul-tempered despite having a good heart, and with a scowl to contend with your partner’s classic winning smile, you can’t conceal your own smile creeping to your lips as you click on his handle and go through his pictures.

you’ve always wondered what it would be like... if it were him instead of izuku. after all, if there was such a long childhood rivalry, it must be for a reason, right? katsuki bakugou - the name rolls off your tongue as you lay in bed, and you append it to yours instead of midoriya. it sounds better, you think. he is better for you, perhaps. 

your mouth twists as you look at the your engagement ring. it catches the light as your hand moves. 

perhaps. if you’ve caught one’s eye, perhaps you can catch the other you’ve always thought. 

after all, you run into katsuki at the store today, and for once, just once, he smiled at you. 

---

izuku has been overseas for a month by now. the video calls and text messages have remained the same level of consistent, every day and twice on sunday, and he’s sent you postcards, many of which apologize for not being there and others making it very clear that he would want nothing more than to hold you close. you’re most fond of the presents - expensive shoes and clothing, makeup, anything that you ask for to keep yourself looking well-maintained - although you still do appreciate how sweet he is when he calls you in the middle of the night, and how that rapidly shifts to a more hungry, dominant tone in the early am.

but you’ve realized you like bakugou’s voice better.

“you come around here often?” he says in a low tone, as he catches you on your daily run through the park down the street from your highrise. you laugh, coyly as you stop and thank the heavens that you picked this particular outfit that accentuates your best assets.

“you know i live here, don’t you?”

he grins, and you’re blinded by white teeth in the early morning sun.

“yeah, i’m well aware midoriya moved you in here.”

you scrunch your face. it’s that classic rude behavior that stings but perhaps can soften over time. maybe you’ll be more partial to it when he’s fucking you.

“he did so kindly move me here, but i have my own money, you know,” you say, sweetly. bakugou tilts his head to the side, and you keep your smile even, batting your eyelashes ever so slightly. it’s irresistible and you watch his eyes glide over you carefully before he catches himself.

“can i continue my run, mr. dynamight?” you ask, skirting past him. accidentally bumping into him, you apologize, but you deliberately hold onto his bicep. it’s a trained move. you’ve done it on midoriya enough times to know that it works. 

you don’t say anything else to each other -  bakugou makes some noncommittal sound and decides he’s no longer interested in the conversation - but you figure some progress has been made as you run off, making sure he has a good view of you from the back.

---

bakugou is hard to break, but he leaves just enough hints that you can crack him. after all, since you’ve met in the neighborhood, he seems to pop up everywhere you are, to the point that you’ve teased him about potentially stalking you.

“i don’t think izuku would like how much time you’re spending around me,” you finally tease. you are sipping from a martini at a bar, again not too far from your highrise, enough that you can stumble back home together and make a very serious mistake (or not). bakugou’s drink is surprisingly sweet - an amaretto stone sour - and you tease him endlessly for it.

“it’s good,” he replies, gruffly, not looking at you. he downs it quickly, and you think perhaps a couple more of those will get him drunk and honest.

"midoriya doesn’t care about much other than hero work,” bakugou says. 

you raise an eyebrow slightly at the implication that your fiancé does not care where you go or what you do. and yet here you are, on a friday evening with #2, hoping that perhaps he will look at you the same way your partner does.

“like you do?” you joke, laughing. the tilt of bakugou’s head is just teasing enough at this angle and you remember that he is quite charming despite all of his supposed faults. 

“i’m here with you tonight, aren’t i?”

you don’t have a comeback for that. instead, you shift, and then you move in a little, and he moves in too, and your lips meet.

---

when clothes come off and your phone turns off, for a minute, you consider just how wrong this is. after all your partner hasn’t done anything wrong except be himself, and now you’ll probably miss his calls to sleep with his friend. 

and yet when katsuki stuffs himself inside you and his fingers intertwine with yours, it’s very hard to imagine that anything else matters. what matters is this moment, right now, where katsuki has also noticed you, and also dreamt of pleasuring you, and doesn’t care about risking his reputation or his friendship for your sake... it feels like something you don’t want to wake up from.

katsuki gives you round after round, and by the final time you’ve tipped over the edge, you have a single second of clarity. 

your phone hasn’t rung the entire night. there’s an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach once you realize this, stress exuding from your body like the fluid (cum and all) seeping out of your legs. 

when you turn, katsuki is lighting a cigarette, something that surprises you. no pro hero you’ve ever met does this, and especially not so casually, given that they usually make sure to keep their bodies in tip-top shape.

or at least look like they’re doing so.

“you... smoke?”

he almost looks shocked you asked. you blink, pulling your bedsheets to cover your chest instinctively, but continue laying on your side. katsuki crosses his legs at the ankle and lays comfortably. he glances at the picture of izuku across the room, and you look at his face carefully for any type of remorse. there is none. rather than remorse, there’s more a curiosity. 

“does he treat you well?” katsuki asks. 

you swallow hard. considering katsuki’s lips were just closed around your nipple a few minutes ago it’s an extremely odd question.

“...” you can’t bring yourself to say no, but you also don’t think saying yes is appropriate given the circumstances. so instead you say nothing. 

katsuki pulls you closer to lay against his body, still staring at the picture dispassionately. you squirm a little against him, but he’s warm. he feels somewhat safe. somewhat. 

perhaps this feeling will change with time. after all, you’ve been with izuku for years. it’s bound to feel different having a different man in your bed.

you remain hopeful, and you fall asleep.

---

pro hero dynamight is not beside you in the morning, but before you can panic and consider yourself used, you hear tinkering outside the room, and the thought occurs to you that perhaps he needed to use the bathroom, or even better, was kind enough to make breakfast.

thinking about the incredible sex you had from last night brings warmth to your cheeks, but when you look up and see izuku’s picture, you quickly avert your eyes to check your phone on the end table.

no missed calls. no texts.

odd.

for a moment you wonder if something may have happened to him, if perhaps some karmic curse meant injury befell him and that’s why he hasn’t called you, but you quickly shake that thought from your head. you are by no means superstitious. you are allowed to fall out of love with someone.

perhaps not in this particular way, but izuku will get over it. someday.

you still feel like you should check in, however. sitting up, you wonder how logistically you can call him - should you wait for katsuki to leave or text him now and risk him calling you? 

while you are contemplating, you get a phone call... 

from katsuki.

not the fake number he’s been using to contact you all this time, but his actual one, the one you and izuku both have.

furrowing your eyebrows, you pick up the phone, and it really is him, his voice, and you wonder why he hasn’t just walked back in to talk to you. 

“hey ____, deku got caught up with something and the nerd wants me to make sure you’re safe-”

you cut him off in confusion.

“wait, what are you talking about? aren’t you just in the kitchen?”

katsuki pauses and the pit you had in your stomach earlier seems to double in size. you can faintly hear the water still running in the kitchen and footsteps shuffling around.

“... what the hell are you on about?” he asks. 

your heart starts to pound.

“babe, don’t be silly we just made love.”

there’s a very pregnant pause on the phone, and then katsuki clears his throat.

he doesn��t ask why you called him babe, and you try desperately to come up with an explanation for the extremely impartial tone he has on the phone. your throat is going dry the entire time, blood running cold from your fingertips to your toes.

“what the fuck are you talking about? why would i ever...?” 

“s-so you haven’t been here?”

“are you fucking insane? i just came back from osaka last night.” he replies, incredulous. 

a sound comes out of you that sounds like a whimper and it’s fear. bakugou is still ranting at the other end of the line but you catch only some of it. 

“hold on, i’m just gonna ask midoriya to call you because i have no idea who the fuck you’re calling babe but i’d rather stay out of it.”

the pit in your stomach triples and you start calculations in your head.

if that’s not katsuki, then who is-

the footsteps are approaching now and you quickly hang up, pushing your phone into the cabinet, smiling sweetly at not-katsuki who’s finally returned. 

“did you sleep well?” he asks. now that you look again, his red irises don’t look right, flat and soulless compared to bakugou’s natural vitality.

what’s more concerning is not-katsuki’s hands are behind his back.

you’re unable to conceal your sudden terror, and tremble as you answer:

“y-yes.”

not-katsuki has finally realized that you’ve picked up that he’s not who he says he is. a smile unfurls, and then the disguise melts away slowly as whoever the fuck you just fucked reveals knives sharpened to a point and a hole lot of rope.

you’re too terrified to scream.

“i didn’t think this disguise would work,” he chuckles as he approaches. “i always thought the pro heroes were the best of friends.”

frozen in place, you think of a way to escape, but nothing comes to mind. instead you are naked, vulnerable, confused and trapped in a web of your own making. 

your phone starts to ring, the vibration reverberating through the wood in the cabinet.

the villain smiles, and his teeth are no longer perfect and white, and your future is suddenly uncertain.

“good thing, you’re a dirty little whore.”

#izuku midoriya x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #izuku x reader #katsuki x reader #bnha imagine #thoughts: izuku #thoughts: bakugou #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes #cw: infidelity

[kirathehyrulian]

And the brothers and their car carfucked happily ever after.

For part 1 [click here]

For more edits [click here]

Technically it’s not the end of the week yet so I wanted to do this last idea. I’ll have to save the other ideas for next year.♥

#spncarfuckersweek #spncarfuckersweek3 #spn humor #wincest #sam/impala #dean/impala #incorrect spn quotes #spn 15x17 #spncarfuckersweek2023 #grapefruit #the family car #freaks (affectionate) #long post is long #cw: infidelity #myedits

[nanneramma]

before the schism

Spreading Fleurinny propaganda for @venom0usbarbie Ginny/Fleur for @microficmay day 5, prompt: here & there. M, cw: infidelity

Here: you're hers. Heart cradled in the palm of her hand. 

There: you're nothing. Little sister by choice, not by blood — and that's worse.

Secrets are hard to keep, especially ones as glorious as Fleur. 

Bill will never forgive you. 

Her lips are so warm.

One less brother won't hurt.

#microficmay2023 #hp microfic #50 words #ginny weasley #fleur delacour #ginny x fleur #hp femslash #cw: infidelity #nan writes

[blorbocedes]

carlando + infidelity

inspired by conversations with sionis j, the only other bitch here who appreciates infidelity

Carlos fixes his hair, inspecting the blooming bite mark Lando left on his shoulder as he came. Carlos always chides him for that. No marks, Landito, Carlos would warn or he'd flip him over so the only thing Lando could bite on is the pillow. But Carlos is too much of a romantic to not look him in the eyes as he comes, and Lando can't stand the weight of those big brown eyes -- completely blown on -- on him, which is how they land in this exact predicament every time.

"Y'know when, when I was with Luisa," Lando tries to say casually, fails, sounds hesitant instead. Carlos hums to show he's listening, so Lando continues, "She--we all messed around, right? Like me. And her. And Max. My Max, I mean. And she didn't mind, we were cool. So maybe, you could tell Isa. About us. And it would be cool."

Carlos turns to where Lando is sprawled on the couch, watching him. He takes a seat in the space between his legs, and moves forward to touch the side of Lando's flushed face, who leans into the touch. Carlos tenderly strokes a thumb against his cheek.

"And why... would I do that?" Carlos murmurs, voice low and patronizing, like Lando is a child who just said something outlandish. It stings as gentle his his touch is.

"So we don't have to... hide. We went on double dates. She liked Luisa. Maybe she wouldn't mind and we wouldn't have to sneak around." Lando's voice had whittled down quieter, losing confidence the longer Carlos stared at him scrutinising. He also never realized how Isa and Luisa sounded so similar. They had become fast friends, their girls, and when they went on doubles dates together Carlos' hand found it's way on Lando's thigh as they both sat across their respective girlfriends, and Lando had to try not react publicly.

"Lanno," Carlos sighs, the way he says his name exasperated, he does place a hand on his shoulder. "I am going to marry Isabella one day. Telling her would hurt her unnecessarily. Why do you want to hurt her?"

Mate, you're the one cheating on your girlfriend! Lando wants to say, but can't. He's the other woman in that situation, he has no legs to stand on. The promise to marry her in some distant future hurts in some vague way, even if Lando has known about it.

"What we have... is special, no?" Carlos probes gently, his hand digging on the bruise he left on Lando's collarbone, freshly single with no qualms about visible hickeys. It forces Lando to look at Carlos' sincere, warm, honey eyes and Lando finds himself wordlessly nodding along.

"Put these silly thoughts out of your beautiful head." Carlos leans in to kiss him, cradling his face, and no one in Lando's life -- not his Raya hookups, the gentleness of Luisa, the rushed desperation from Max -- no one kisses him with as much fervour and desire as Carlos does. One could mistake it for love.

"Hello, Lando." Isa hugs Lando -- ice shoots in his veins, wracked with guilt --, as Carlos invited him for his birthday dinner. With his girlfriend. Isa who has known Lando for years, treats him like a little brother, and is generally lovely to him every time they've met. He can barely look at her in the eyes, remembering what he did with her man hours prior. Carlos slides in the booth so Lando is one side, and Isa by his other, birthday boy in the middle with his cake.

#carlando #cw: infidelity #my fics #f1 rpf #carlos does a little manipulative malewifing #blorbocedes ask

[jhalya]

☕️ 🐈‍⬛️Galadriel and Halbrand enjoy coffee on a sunny day.

🔞 Sex Industry Hal AU

🔗Read on AO3.

#haladriel #sex industry hal #cw: sex work #cw: infidelity #cw: divorce #a bit of dirty talk

[xanthippe74]

Drarry microfic: Different

cw: infidelity (maybe?)

“I didn’t say it looks bad,” Ginny says, skimming her palm over Harry’s buzzcut. “Just different.”

He flinches away. “My scar’s faded. Nothing to hide now.”

New clothes. Contact lenses. Ginny doesn’t ask about them, or why Harry spends his weekends studying alone instead of on the Quidditch pitch.

“Sometimes I don’t want to be me anymore,” Harry whispers.

Draco nods and finds Harry’s hand across the library table.

“I know the feeling.”

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, "different."

Masterlist of my microfics

#drarrymicrofic #my writing #73 words #cw: infidelity #Hogwarts 8th year

[missmagooglie]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Just a little Hellcheer nonsense I started working on today, because I had the thought of "wouldn't it be hot if Eddie and Chrissy were sneaking around behind Jason's back?"

"Well, well, well," comes a voice right behind her shoulder, making her hop and squeak. "What could possibly bring the likes of Chrissy Cunningham, head cheerleader, all the way down to my domain?"

She relaxes and smiles, letting herself be caged in by the larger body looming behind her. "Hi, Eddie," she says sweetly.

"She knows my name!" Eddie says with faux surprise as his hands slide around her waist with practiced familiarity. "Oh, I feel special. You noticed me from all the way up in your princess tower, huh?"

She giggles softly at the familiar bit and leans back into him, tilting her neck to grant him access to kiss and lick and bite. "Does that make you my knight in shining armor?"

Eddie hums in disagreement. "No, that doesn't sound like me at all. I'm not your shiny hero, I'm the big, scary dragon. Stealing you away from home and hoarding you for myself."

His hand slips under her skirt, fingers teasing at the fabric of her panties. "Eddie," she moans his name as she grinds against him, feeling the stiff poke of his cock against her back. "Please."

"So easy for me, princess," Eddie hums in her ear. "What would your boyfriend say?"

"He doesn't need to know," Chrissy replies, her breath already fast and shallow with anticipation. "He doesn't get to have me like you do."

#hellcheer #stranger things #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson/chrissy cunningham #cw: infidelity

[tennessoui]

I like your thoughts about the children in the cheating AU.

As a child I wished that my parents would divorce. Even as an adult I wished for it because I always thought my mother was so unhappy. Now that something happened to my father I realized I never really knew the feelings of my mother. I only have my own view and feelings.

It would be interesting to know if the children ever really talked with their parents over this fucked-up situation before they came up with their own thoughts and feelings.

I think they have to eventually but it’s definitely not the first reaction for them because the scale of the wrong that obi-wan and anakin did to Padmé is absolutely startling. Not only did the affair last for years, but it was probably some sort of scandalous news story too. Come on, two senators get divorced around the same time and then one of those senators starts openly dating the other senator’s ex husband? And there are children involved? Scandalous!!

I don’t think it’s galactic level news that the new kenobi Skywalkers never escape, but I’m sure the trashy gossip magazines are there when the twins are old enough to look for themselves and see it

and then the whole truth also involves that obi-wan really did worm his way into the twins’ lives like a third parental figure and the twins didn’t know any better than to accept him eagerly and now they have to deal with the realization that they must have hurt their mother…a lot…without even knowing it. and maybe it’s not rational but I bet they feel really guilty about that

so I think in the case of the cheating au, the twins finding out about the past affair and how shit it was and how much it fucked over their mom isn’t something that leaves room for talking with obiwan and anakin before reacting. I can imagine one twin being like “well maybe we should hear their side” and the other going “fuck that, look at what they did look at all the evidence there is no side that makes this better” and the first twin being like…..ok you’re right ….

but I don’t think it ruins their relationship with their fathers forever!! And that eventually they do talk to them and they do hear them out and they see how devastated obi-wan is feeling at the idea of losing them and how guilty anakin still feels and it gets marginally better

it’s just the scale of wrong doing and destruction and betrayal in the cheating au…it’s so much I dont think anyone could be rational about it before reacting in emotion if they truly love every party involved

#asks #obikin #cw: infidelity #and also that good good consequences of obikin’s actions here!! #love that comeuppance #only question is how much does Padmé play into it #she can’t honestly be expected to hold her chin high and ask tht the twins forgive them #that’s too nice and too good and my padmes are never that nice and that good #she’d totally see this as an opportunity to rain down upon them the only consequence that could possibly make them suffer #cause even ten years later you don’t get over that sort of hurt #or Padmé doesn’t - she’s moved on but she’s not over it

[infernaleikon]

au in which obi-wan wedding crashes padme and anakin’s wedding, objecting to the union, because anakin should be his and he should be anakin’s. and anakin is frozen on the spot staring at him cos he’s wanted obi-wan for so long, fantasized about being with him, about marrying him, except obi-wan never seemed to want that too.

and it’s a mixture of pettiness, insecurity and fear that anakin turns back to padme and marries her, ignoring obi-wan’s words—words he’d wanted to hear since the first time he’d talked to obi-wan—and trying to breathe evenly, hoping that nobody can see or hear his heart pounding.

late into the reception, when the party is in full swing and anakin doesn’t need to be present for any games or other shit, anakin sucks on obi-wan’s fingers to keep from moaning too loudly as obi-wan fucks him—anakin still mostly in his wedding suit—in some half-hidden corner. he’s taking all the pleasure obi-wan is giving him, too fuck-drunk and full-of-cock-stupid to feel guilty or ashamed.

#obikin #cw: infidelity #never liked that trope until obikin tbh #but they are crazy and unhinged enough about each other to make this sexy #obi-wan refers to himself as anakin’s side piece and anakin colors beautifully every time #i thought about writing some gffa canon divergence thing like this for the sub anakin fest tbh #anyway #theyre terrible and i love them

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Inspired by @tht70sblog’s latest J/H story. I don’t see Jackie cheating with anyone but Hyde and I also don’t see Eric being the side person. I just thought this would be a fun thing to write.

#that 70s show #that '70s show #otp: you’re my hero! #forkhart #jackie x eric #eric x jackie #my fanfiction #t7s fanfiction #cw: smut #cw: infidelity