#cheating fic

[goldenbuckyyy]

NOT YOUR ONLY ONE

Summary: You find out about Draco’s infidelity.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader (husband and wife)

Word count: 1.7kish

Warnings: Cheating on spouse, crying, angst train (sorry), anything else? Let me know!

A/N: Hi 🫶🏻 I randomly thought about this scenario a couple nights ago during work… and ended up writing it in my docs app. If you’ve read my other works, you know I’m a whore for angst. 😔 Song inspiration: “I’m not the only one” by Sam Smith

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

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Your breathing was even, your heart was beating steadily, warm tears fell down your cheeks in a slow pace, you held your hands together in your lap, gently picking at the skin around your nail beds, your lips quivering slightly, and you only felt numb. 

Numbness. 

That’s how your entire body feels right now. You feel as if you’re looking down at yourself from above. Feeling completely disconnected from your mind. 

You watch Draco kneeling in front of you. You never thought you’d see this sight. 

His hands on your knees, big fat tears rushing down his red stained cheeks, his nose is running, his lips are almost bleeding from the amount of times he’s bitten them, his voice is hoarse and rough from all the crying he’s done. 

Yet… looking at the man whom you once believed was the love of your life… you felt nothing towards him. Only numbness at his words. His pleas for your forgiveness. His sorry excuses for what he did to you. All of it means nothing to you. 

He means nothing to you. 

Or at least that’s what you’re trying to convince yourself of. 

You found out just merely two hours ago that your husband of almost two years slept with your best friend at your birthday party six months ago. 

And the only reason you found out was because Hermoine-fucking-Granger told you. She had seen them and was completely torn about it since. She wasn’t sure what to do, she had been acting off towards you since the party, avoiding you in between your lessons when you’d usually chit chat throughout the day since her classroom was next to yours, and when you confronted her in the library.. she confessed it to you in tears. 

You felt embarrassed. You felt incredibly stupid. You felt sick to your stomach at the thoughts of Draco touching someone else. His skin rubbing against someone that wasn’t you. You felt disgusting. You wanted to claw off your skin because you had never stopped being intimate with Draco. 

That was the one thing that you loved about your relationship with him. The intimacy between you two never burned out. 

Now… knowing that he had been with someone else… made you want to burn this place to the ground. 

You wanted to quit your job at Hogwarts and never look back. But you knew you couldn’t do that. Not now. Especially not now. 

His voice sounds muffled in your ears, the ringing doesn’t stop when you look down at him, his lips are moving, you can see him sobbing, and you inhale deeply. 

“What?” You whisper at him, voice broken and feeling empty. 

“I.. I said… I said I made a mistake,” he sniffs, rubbing his tears away, then proceeding to wipe at his nose, “I made a mistake.” 

“You didn’t make a mistake when you shoved your dick inside of her,” you state casually, venom filling your tone. 

He flinches at your words, lips frowning, and he cries out again. 

“Did you…” you pause. You close your eyes at the question in your head, heart rate beating faster, and you know… you know that secretly you don’t want the answer to this question. But you have to know. 

Draco waits for you to finish. The silence around you is intimidating. 

“Did you wear a condom?”  

His eyes bulge out of his head, his hands gripping your thighs tight, you feel too tired to shove him off, already feeling drained from all the yelling and crying you’ve done, and you wait for his response. 

“Did I- what- why would you- I..” his voice trails off as he tries to figure out what to say. 

You feel fire within you. You instantly grip his chin in your palm, he whines out in pain as your fingernails dig into his skin, and you bare your teeth at him. 

“Did you think of me.. and my safety before you fucked her?” 

You hold his chin in your grip even though he’s fighting you a bit to get away, not wanting to look at you, tears falling down his cheeks still, and he fishes for words while avoiding your hard stare. 

You grip harder, “Answer me!” You yell out in frustration and agony. 

Draco’s bloodshot eyes met yours and you instantly knew. You know just by looking at him and his expression.. you know he didn’t wear a condom. Your face falls, you let your hand fall from his face, and you let out your first agonizing sob. It escapes your lips before you can even hold it back. 

You cover your eyes with the palm of your hands, trying to control yourself as your sobs take over your entire body, your sobbing uncontrollably, loud whining from your lips, your chest is starting to heave, you inhale deeply, and try to calm yourself. 

You hear Draco blubbering nonsense under you, still trying to explain himself, and you just cry. Big fat tears fall down your cheeks in a rapid speed, you wipe them away hastily, and you almost feel like you want to throw up. 

“Was she better than me?” You cry out at Draco, gripping his hands in yours so he has to look at you. Your nails dig into his palms. 

His eyebrows furr in confusion, a groan comes out of his mouth, he wipes his tears away on your pajama pants, and he looks pained at your question. 

“Why would you ask me that?” 

“Because I want to know if she is better than me. I want to know if she fucked you better than I ever have.” 

You hold his gaze, sniffing, and lips trembling. 

“Nobody has ever been better than you, baby.” His own lips trembling, his voice shaking as he speaks. 

“Fuck you,” you spat at him as you roughly shove him off of your thighs, he tumbles onto his back in a loud bang, and he scrambles to his feet when you stand up. You push yourself up from the rocking chair, he tries to help you, but you shove him away quickly. 

“Don’t touch me!“ 

He puts his hands up in the air, weeping. 

You start to pace in your bedroom, crossing your arms over your chest, you turn to face him and a snarl crosses your face at him. 

“You knew what you were doing. How many times did you fuck her?” 

You hold your head high as he races to you, putting his hands on your hips, and looking into your eyes. 

His tears have stopped, but his face is still blotchy red and bloodshot eyes. You hate how he looks right now. 

“Baby, I swear… I-I swear it only happened, only happened, once. Once, baby. And it was my biggest mistake, my biggest fucking regret, baby.” 

You look at him, taking in your lips to try to not cry anymore, you roll your eyes at him, and put your hands on his. 

“You knew it would hurt me,” you whisper. His face fills with anguish. “And you still did it.” 

“You…” you look away from him, your heart feeling extremely heavy in your chest, “You fucked her on my birthday six months ago,” you whisper. 

You groan loudly not even believing the words coming out of your mouth. Your brain is not wrapping around the fact that your husband did this to you. 

The one person you believed would have never done this to you. 

“You did that to me… and still managed to cum in me every single day since.” 

Draco winces at your words, hanging his head low, and covering his face with his hands. You didn’t care how blunt you were being right now. 

“Fuck!!” He yells out at nothing. You scoff, your hand moving to wrap it around your semi-bulging belly. 

“All those times you said you were breeding me to have your baby, did you tell her that too?” You accuse him, his eyes meet yours frantically. 

“No!! No!! Never, baby!! I don’t want her, please. It was a mistake,” he cries, his hands reaching out to hold your belly, “Please, please. I’m so sorry, baby. Please forgive me. Please.” 

You hold eye contact with him, staring into his beautiful gray eyes that once made you feel butterflies in your belly, and made your skin feel flushed. 

You only feel disgusted now. 

You slap his hand away, “I can’t even look at you. You disgust me.” 

You turn around, go to your side of the bed, and sit down. 

“You should go,” you say as you wipe your face with a tissue. 

“What?” Draco whimpers out. 

“I want you to leave,” you state, pausing to look at him, he’s distressed as he only stares at you to see if you’re being serious, and you hold his gaze. Not changing your stoic expression. 

He opens his mouth to say something, closes it, lips frowning, he nods rapidly, and goes to collect his things. You can hear him shuffling around the room and even just his breathing is annoying you. 

“Please hurry. I have a sonogram appointment tomorrow and it’s late.” You ignore his cry as you start to get comfortable in your bed. You lay on your back, pulling up your oversized shirt to expose your belly, and you pump some moisturizing oil to your hands. 

You ignore Draco’s stare as you rub your belly completely with the oil. This was his job. He’s been doing it since you first started showing last month. 

Not anymore. 

You sniffle and don’t look up when you feel his presence next to you. 

He leans down, placing his lips on your forehead gently, you close your eyes to not react to his touch, and keep your focus on your belly. 

Draco walks towards the door to your bedroom, looking back at you, “I won’t leave the house.. I can't leave you here all alone..” he pauses. You don’t say anything. “I’m going to stay in the guest room.” 

You don’t reply, you can’t even look at him, you only reach over to his side to grab your favorite pillow, and adjust yourself on your side comfortably. Facing away from him. 

You hear him shuffle in his steps. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He sounds pathetic. 

You grip your pillow with new tears forming in your eyes, he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him gently, and you slowly start to cry again. 

What are you supposed to do now? 

How are you supposed to bring a baby into this broken family? 

You place your hand on your stomach, rubbing it softly, and you cry harder. 

“I’m so sorry, baby.” 

#draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy x fem!reader #draco malfoy x you #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy x y/n fic #draco malfoy angst #Draco malfoy cheating #cheating fic #marriedAU #hogwarts au

[clov3sr]

Break up with Your Girlfriend. | Jude Bellingham

♢ — author annotations: I live for aggressive y/ns. I do. esto es para mis amores afrolatinos bc that's who I had in mind while making this, <3

♤ — c/t w(s): cheating! Dancer!reader and not proofread bc I'm lazy

♧ — synopsis: He justifies it by reminding himself: he was going to break up with her anyway.

♫ — music inspo.: Break up With Your Girlfriend, I'm Bored x The Boy is Mine

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 2:22 ─────ㅇ─── 4:03

"break up with your girlfriend, 'cause I'm bored,

— the boy is mine."

In a way, you're an actor.

The same seductive drawl that actors have to lace their tongue with is what you fill every vein with, and every limb and bone and muscle moves with the same story to tell. Every fiber of your being, in these three minutes, exists as a shrine to the plot of whatever song you've been choreographed into.

It’s not really just a story, though, is it? Not when he's eyeing you like that.

He has a girlfriend.

That used to dispel your thoughts immediately, but at some juncture they began to linger regardless. You think it's seeing the degrading way she treats him, but maybe it was seeing how uninterested they looked in each other’s presence. Maybe it was how nervous he got when you looked him in the eyes, how his Adams Apple would visibly bob when he swallows back whatever’s threatening to escape his throat. How you couldn't help but give a sly little smile and downwards glance through your eyelashes. Some people would say that you're a homewrecker, that maybe you know exactly what you're doing to the poor couple.

Some people are right, and if the prize is Jude Bellingham, maybe you don't give a damn.

The story you're telling is intricate, multifaceted and difficult to consume in one sitting like your audience is doing. It has multiple perspectives, a dynamic setting, and characters with depth — two main characters — that spiral around each other until they give in to their own selfish needs. And she's a side character, comic relief. An obstacle.

The way she's clinging onto Jude's arm and displaying him to her friends like a purse is getting on your nerves now. But you'd completed your dance, and he watched. You've preyed on him with your lynx-like gaze, and he's stared back with intent to act. You've laid your bait, and as always, you nearly pray he bites.

You turn your back to the couple, making your way outside the studio. The late-winter chill immediately sprints across your skin, cold nipping at the exposed areas that your dance attire leaves. You inhale sharply at the intrusion. You could've sworn it was going to be warmer today. Still, you resolve that it's at least a welcome respite from your draining performance, both physically and emotionally. The cold air is visible in thin wisps while you work to catch your breath, and you lean haphazardly on the railing of the studio's back steps.

“D’you want my jacket?”

Hook, line, sinker.

You hum lowly, glancing backwards. He's meant to be watching her dance now, but you doubt she'd even notice he was gone. When you dedicate a performance to someone, in your experience, they're all you can sense: the deity in which your three minute shrine revolves around. She doesn't dedicate songs to him like you do, she can't. He can't worship her altar of movement like he worships yours.

"Too sweet," you murmur under your breath, but he catches it regardless and shrugs a little in an attempt to play it off. His outstretched hand with his jacket remains. After just enough silence to make him a little nervous — you can't help but tease a little — you turn and take the jacket, lazily slotting your arms into it and smiling up at him, "Thank you, Jude."

His hands retract back to the pockets of his sweatpants, and you take a moment to admire the veins that run across his arms.

Turning back to the rail, you lean over it again, admiring the glazed blue of the afternoon sky and stratus clouds that aren't dense enough to contain the yellow tint from the sun behind them.

"You're an amazing dancer."

He hasn't moved from his spot, but you're still so content with being out here with him alone.

"I appreciate that, but the real props must go to the choreographer."

"No, it's you."

His response was brisk, and you can hear a slight stutter in his next words as he governs himself to a less animated tone. You see that signature waver of his Adam's Apple in your head, even with your back turned to him.

He clarifies, "Yes, the choreographer is amazing, but it's you who brings the dance to life."

Head tilted in amusement, you find yourself swiveling around, now leaning backwards on the rail.

"Isn't she dancing right now?"

He blinks a few times and looks down and away from you momentarily. You hate to bring her up when it's just you two, she's like a dart that scrapes your tongue every time you speak of her, but you decide it's time to push a little. If he doesn't want to engage, he won't, and you can finally resign from this game of cat and mouse.

"Yeah,"

"And you're out here."

Another blink. You're on the brink of inhaling from slight disappointment in your wasted efforts when he looks you in the eye, a reinvigorated want flooding his expression. He steps forward a bit, trapping you between himself and the railing with those strong arms you admire so much.

"I am."

You're not sure if you're the cat or the mouse anymore.

"Are you..." you trail off, and Jude's ego swells realizing that it may be the first time he's seen you falter like that. Because of him, finally.

"Do you know what you're doing, Jude?"

He licks his lips, and a part of him suggests he should push away from the rail right now and preserve the frail integrity he's been losing for however long this game has been going on. Then, he catches the way your eyes dart to his lips, the rapid up and down movement of your chest, those damn eyes peering through your lashes, and his integrity shatters immediately.

"I do," he leans down to your level, his broad shoulders encasing you. You feel his lips graze yours almost innocently, but all of this is far from that; It excites you beyond words. He takes his time now, deep brown eyes scanning your own and then trailing down to where your lips are hairs away from meeting, "I think you know what you're doing too."

♢ — author postnote(s): I'm obsessed w this mashup rn,,, n trust me mis amores, we don't condone cheating 'round here. Don't be weird.

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[morwap]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄, 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍

➸ remus lupin x reader, James potter x readerc

➸ angst

➸ nav | rI m.list | jp m.list

➸ jily, cheating, peter x remus (platonic), yall will hate james in this im so sorry idk why i do this to him, i love him so much and i genuinely dont know why i do this to us

Everyone knew it was weird you and James got together, one random summer with you now named his girlfriend, a cute piece of eye candy to hang around his arm. you liked James and when he came to you after years of pining after Lily Evans with a kiss, telling you that you were so beautiful, how could he ever have overlooked you when you’ve been part of the same friend group for years.

Remus could see right through him, a hand on your thigh didn’t send a spark through him like it did you, this was a distraction from Lily or even a ploy to get her jealous, and Remus’ mind flipped between the two.

he wanted to know for sure his thoughts were right, what if it wasn’t, he’d look like a jealous fool and lose you but not saying something could make him lose you too. james was another story, they were best friends and this wasn’t like james at all and at first thought, this was someone polyjuice potioned as him but as time went on he knew it was james and no one else to blame it on but he was certain james would realize this was wrong but he wasn’t certain about you, how you would react, as much as remus would like to gloat about knowing you and having an interest in you he wouldn’t know everything like he knows james.

he didn’t share a dorm with you like he had with james or how dorcas had with you, he didn’t know how you acted when your feelings were hurt or how you acted around your super close friends, but he wished he did, though he’d hate to see you upset he would like to know and how to prepare for it, wish he knew how to comfort you in your time of need other than telling you he was sorry something had happened and that tomorrow would be a better day.

Did you like to be hugged? a simple shoulder rub? maybe just sit in silence.

it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair to you and maybe he was selfish for thinking it but it wasn’t fair to him, watching your happiness be inflated with lies was enough to ruin his day. Remus tried not to act differently to his friend before hearing what made his conclusions right but he couldn’t help but a few side eyes and sighs.

Remus was quiet, more quiet than normal and sirius and james picked up on it quickly, peter knew though, they were a lot closer than people thought since peter always had been stuck to sirius’ hip.

Just after a week of you and james being together, Peter had cornered Remus in the library while james and sirius went to quidditch practice.

that’s when their little tradition started, peter offered to shift to his animagus form so they could talk privately, remus carrying peter in his pocket as he walked to a spot he knew no one would go to, his own little spot when he was taking a break from people and if james or sirius did see him, he wouldn’t be caught with peter. They developed a communication system with nudging and spins and remus spilled his thoughts to peter and when peter really wanted to say something back they would go to the third floor quickly since james and sirius did go there sometimes.

about a month in was when remus heard him say it, brushing his teeth and listening to sirius’ and james’ conversation as peter shaved the growing back hair on his face, he constantly complained that he hated the feeling of it on his face and that it grew back too fast while james complained he couldn’t grow anything.

“i love lily and i like her as a friend, she’s a really great friend”

Remus was baffled, james couldn’t even say your name, he referred to you as her and she when he couldn’t even say your fucking name out loud. he stared at peter through the mirror and peter starred back the knowing look made him nod the softly.

“then why are you with her?” sirius asked.

“I barely consider it a relationship. I mean plus lilys coming around so just a matter of time before I break it off "James responded. Sirius just shook his head with a sigh, he even knew this wasn’t like james, not like james at all and a part of remus wanted to tell him but he knew james, he knew once he realized he would beat himself up over it for who knows how long.

a week later remus was trying to find a way to tell you but you were as busy as ever and he knew james hadn’t said anything to you yet, he continued to try then it was pushing the two month mark and now he was gonna tell you no matter what.

remus was waited for you in the common room all day, he had someone switch his prefect duty for the night just to wait for you and it seemed like the time passed slower and slower.

once you did walk into the common room his eyes went straight to you, watching the way you walked and how your hands held the book you were carrying and he wished you would hold his hands like that, your thumb moving softly against the cover of the book.

“y/n can i talk to you?” remus asked, you smiled at him and stopped walking.

you always knew he watched you, it made you nervous at first, thinking he was only looking at you because you did something stupid or had something on you but you grew to like it, remus was always so easy to be around and you always enjoyed his company, you liked when his hand would brush yours and his touch would linger or when he would make sure to sit by you in the great hall and always talk to you while the others were talking over each other. you felt something you couldn’t quite pinpoint but you were glad you had him.

you had noticed remus’ distance but he still managed to stay close.

“yeah, let me give james his book back first” you said, remus nodded and you quickly walked up the stairs not wanting to make remus wait long.

pushing open the already cracked door, you stood there, watching quietly. lily sat on james’ bed with a book in her lap and a notebook between them, james was leaned in, placing kissed on her jaw and slowly testing the waters. she laughed, her hand going to his arm as she leaned into him a bit.

“you are the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever seen, you’re so smart…” he trailed off his compliments.

you felt stupid, so very stupid, why for a minute would you think that after all this time he would just suddenly start liking you. you should’ve thought the whole thing over, you were excited to be in a relationship but maybe if you had thought for a few more minutes you wouldn’t have been in this situation and the feeling of betrayal wouldn’t be consuming your being.

you tossed the book on the floor and it slid over to them as they jumped away from each other.

“here’s your fucking book” you scoffed and shut the door. you walked quickly down the stairs not wanting to cause a scene and feel more embarrassed than you already do. for a second you thought he would chase after you but you soon crumbled that thought and knew he wouldn’t and he didn’t.

you walked straight passed remus, and just by your body language alone he knew that it had happened, him planning to let you know gently and be there for you since you finally had the time was all gone now and he didn’t even remember thinking about following you, his body just did it, he didn't even realize till he was walking behind you and you turned a corner.

you sat down in an empty corridor, remus stood against the wall for a few minutes letting you gather yourself.

you know when someone mentions that james dated you he would say “that was a mistake” and you knew that would be the same answer to the cheating too.

It was almost 20 minutes before remus came around the corner, quietly sitting next to you, he tried to read your body language to see if you were uncomfortable and once he knew for sure you were comfortable with this he relaxed.

time past just sitting in silence. remus’ gut told him to say something but he didn’t want to, didn’t want to say something wrong.

“i’m sorry” he spoke softly. he glanced over at you and you did the same.

you shook your head, softening your expression. you tried to put yourself in his shoes before responding.

“it’s not your fault remus” you assured him, you reached over and took his and in yours and turned your gaze back. He watched your hand.

silence again, minutes passing, taking in each other presence.

the feeling came back to him, word vomit, it felt weirdly right but he didn’t want to say it.

he inhaled, “i-“ he started.

you looked at him again.

“i know” you whispered. you knew, you knew now and always knew in the back of your mind. he blinked and you nodded softly.

you know, you know, he repeated in his head. you. know.

you moved your gazed back again.

holding your hand in silence but it couldn’t have been more loud.

you used your thumb to caress his skin, telling him that you knew but you needed time and you don’t want to make him feel like a rebound and use him in an unhealthy way. he knew.

he squeezed your hand softly and your gaze came back to him.

“i know” remus said. you could take as long as you needed and he would be right beside you. he had never felt so close to someone before, this was different from his friends and he knew you felt the same way.

“thank you” you whispered.

#marauder era #marauders #marauders x reader #the marauders #james potter #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #james potter angst #marauders angst #remus lupin x y/n #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #angst #cheating fic #cheating #Peter Pettigrew x remix lupin platonic #James Potter x reader

[georgiapeach30513]

Unfaithful, Part 1

Summary: married to Mike Weiss, but once a week you have lunch with Andy Barber, until it’s not enough

Pairings: Mike Weiss X Reader, Andy Barber X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  dark, explicit language, mentions of drug use (needles), cheating, explicit sexual content, smut, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.5K

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*divider created by @firefly-graphics​

You rub the back of your neck, taking a deep breath, and count to five before releasing it. Repeating this process over and over again. Thinking about last night, and just the draining life that you live. This isn’t how you thought it was going to be.

You never envisioned yourself where you are now.

Twisting you rings around your finger with your thumb, you start to take them off, before pausing, remembering happier and less complicated times.

You loved him, but that was the problem. The love had grown stale. It didn’t grow with your marriage, and therefore, you were drifting apart. If it wasn’t for the constant arguing, vile accusations, or those tell tell marks on his skin, it would be different.

Your husband had changed. The world he lived in had tainted his vision of your life. Spending more money than needed. Racking up bills because most his money went to his nasty habit. Refusing to even have sex with him, because you didn’t trust him.

He tried to reassure you that there were no other girls, and he wasn’t the common junkie. He didn’t share needles and they were always new. But too many nights left you in the bed alone. Days would pass before he would walk through the front door.

Bags under his eyes, blotchy skin, a constant sniffling, and you just said nothing. Refusing to start an argument because you were a shell of who you once were. Except for those weekly meetings. They were what kept you moving.

Mike looks at the calendar, noting the day before turns and jeers at you, “You got nothing to say because you’re going to meet with your precious Andy. The same Andy that couldn’t make the time of day for you that I did. You do know he’s married, too?”

You slam the fridge close, and start to walk out the door, but he catches your wrist. “You keep our secrets. You are my wife. Go have your fun. Fuck a married man, but you won’t fuck your husband.”

“I have never once cheated on you, Mike. You’re the one that is gone for days, and our cards are charged with cheap motels. What whore you got sleeping in the bed with you this week?”

“Well if my wife would lay down and take it the way a wife is supposed to,” you scowl at him, prying his fingers off of you. “Remind me to ask Andy how my wife’s pussy tastes when we’re in court tomorrow.”

“You’re disgusting,” you spit at him. Turning on your heels, you go to leave. Not caring to hear another word.

Placing your chin in your in your hand, you stare blankly at the door. Not really focusing on anything, just trying to forget the morning.

Andy walks into the cafe, his eyes scanning the area until he spots you. Nearly jogging over to you, before he pulls you up into a tight hug. You have never felt as loved or as safe as when you’re in his arms. And that terrifies you. Mike once made you feel that way. Now you hate the days he comes home.

Andy pulls you body back, and gives a regretful smile, “What did he do this time?” he asks, leading you both back to the table.

“I believe it was a ten days away. It keeps getting longer,” you drift your eyes to the table, and his hand moves to cover yours. You don’t have to tell him there’s more he just knows. “He accused me of having an affair.”

“Seriously?” Andy chuckles, shaking his head. “With who?” you lift your eyes to look at him, before sliding your own hand out from under his. “Oh…well…” he begins, reaching for your hand again.

Andy ever the careful one with his words, licks his lips slowly. His thumb starts making circles on the back of your hand, and even your own breathing picks up. “I wouldn’t say there’s nothing.”

“You’re very funny, Andy.”

“It’s just, every week. Every damn Thursday we meet, we talk, and we get very personal with our conversations,” he gives you a wicked grin and you roll your eyes.

“Admit it,” you shake your head no. “No? Have you never heard of an emotional affair? And we’ve got history.”

“Yep, you wanted to focus on your school and dumped me, then married Laurie two years later,” you cock up an eyebrow noticing how Andy never responds.

His fingers slowly trace the outline of his beard, and you clench your thighs together; remembering the times he would do that raising up from between your legs.

“I deserve that. It was the worst mistake of my life. By that time you and Mike were married, and I didn’t want to be alone,” he stifles out a laugh, his hand going to yours, and you had yet to quit playing with your rings.

Andy takes a quick gulp, removing his wedding band, and looks up at you, “Lets give them a reason to think we’re having an affair.”

“You’re crazy,” you reach to grab your purse. Andy was truly your love, but this…it can’t happen. It shouldn’t happen.

“No, no I’m not. Laurie thinks I’m cheating on her, too. Threatened a divorce last night, if I came here today. If I’m being accused of a sexual affair, I’d at least like to have sex. Wouldn’t you? Mike already assumes that we fuck every week. Makes snide comments while in court. Disrespecting you every time we’re alone, and I’m tired of it, Peanut. You deserve better. We…we deserve better, and you’ve always been my one. That’s why I can’t let you go. I won’t.”

“I always hate when you call me that.”

“You didn’t say no,” his dark blue eyes roll up to meet your own. Whispering your name, he goes to remove your rings, and you don’t argue. He slips them into his pocket, and watches you expectantly. “Where?”

“There’s a hotel down the road.”

“They’ll start asking about the charges.”

“I’ll do what Mike does, and deny it,” standing up, you hold out your hand for Andy to take, and he grips it firmly. Following you to the car. You don’t even feel guilty. This feels right.

Sitting at breakfast, alone again for the fourth day in a row. Your rings had been sitting on Mike’s bedside table for all of those days. You were tired. Tired of pretending to live this perfect life, when your husband couldn’t bother to come home.

When you go to clean up, a knock on the door, leads you to pause in confusion. No one ever comes here, everyone is tired of Mike’s shenanigans. Walking to the door, you stand their mouth agape, and tears already forming in your eyes.

Andy lifts up his left hand, showing you only a faint tan line, “I can’t do it. I filed yesterday. This past month has been everything I’ve always wanted, because it’s with you.”

“You have a case in two hours,” both Andy and Mike had told you such.

“Give me one,” he hums already walking through the door, slamming it shut he locks it behind you. His hand smooths down your side before you wrap your own around his neck.

Animalistic in your need to have him, your hands already pull off his jacket. Carefully trying to undo every button, as Andy backs you towards you bedroom. “Andy, no,” you pull back looking at him.

“When was the last time he slept in it?”

“Months ago,” he picks you up, slamming your body on the bed, before he’s ripping off your dress. His hands begin to knead your breasts, before he harshly removes your bra. Getting to your panties, Andy leisurely removes them, placing the drenched lace in his pocket. “Andy, you’re playing with fire.”

“I’m playing with what’s mine,” he groans, undoing his belt, he jerks it out, and quickly uses it to tie up your hands. “Should leave you like this, for Mike to find,” scowling at him, he chuckles. “Better not, he stays gone so long you might die of starvation before he returns.”

“Andy, shut up!” your legs go to spread, and he watches your drenched cunt leak out on the duvet, and moans. “You gonna leave me hanging?”

“Never,” finally removing his pants, he crawls over your body, and it’s almost cruel that you can’t run your fingers through his hair. Can’t bring those succulent lips closer to yours. And can’t even pull his hips closer to your weeping cunt.

Andy runs his tip through your glistening folds, almost laughing at how much every part of your body is begging for him. You look over to the clock, but he doesn’t stop. “Andy, please, baby, I need you.”

“Getting greedy, huh? Every fucking day for over a month. You need it so bad don’t you?” you anxiously nod your head, and he pushes the tip through your entrance. You moan at the severe stretch, but then grunt when he doesn’t push through.

“You have become my needy little girl haven’t you?” with a single whispered yes, he pushes through an inch more. “You never stopped did you?”

“No.”

“Say it,” he almost screams, needing a vocal confirmation. “Tell me.”

“I love you.”

He pushes in a bit more, “Do you regret what we’re doing?”

“No.”

“I love you, too,” his voice thick and hungry as he slides his remaining length all the way through. Bottoming out, and your back arches, wrapping your legs around him, you hold him there. “What do you want?”

“You. It’s always been you. That’s why…I couldn’t let you go,” your voice soft, but sure.

His mouth crashes into yours with as much fervor as his hips as he thrusts into you harshly. Pulling in and out of your squelching heat. Both of your mouths swallowing the other’s sweet sounds, and you have never felt better.

Your skin heats up and becomes raw from his beard, but you don’t care. The only thing you care about is Andy. Every inch of his skin on you. Every bit of him stretching you out deliciously. His pounding pace hurting so good, as your juices soak the bed. Giving him his sick need for a job well done.

No one has ever done it better than Andy. No one has ever made you sob out their name like he does. And no one has ever made you feel so raw and loved. He was perfect. And he was yours.

Andy pushes into you with such force, your body becomes limp. Pliant to the man, and you blink away stars that cover his beautiful sculpted body. Your body aching for the need to fill you up.

Your walls start to flutter around him, and he only drives into you faster. Jack hammering into you like it was his job, and Andy always takes his job seriously.

Your legs clench around his waist, much like your cunt clenches around his girthy length. Breathily whispering his name like a prayer. With a few more staccatoed stabs into your abused hole, the two of you cum together, and Andy collapses on top of you.

His hands reach behind you as he undoes his belt, and your arms fall on his back. Running your hands up and down his freckled and sticky skin. “I’ll keep doing this until it sticks. I’ve filed for your divorce along mine. Laurie signed a prenup, but you want nothing from him.”

“There’s nothing to have.”

“Good. You’re mine. And I won’t have him touching what belongs to me.”

Andy smirks at Mike as he walks out of his office. Starting to head to the courtroom, but Mike let’s out a grumbled, “How did she feel this morning?”

“Excuse me?” Andy asks turning back around to glare at Mike.

He holds up the divorce papers he was served, shoving it into Andy’s chest, “I knew it was only a matter of time before you tainted her view on me.”

Swiftly Andy jerks up Mike’s shirt revealing the track marks, “I think you did that all on your own.”

“I wasn’t like this before her. She’s been cheating on me for years. She can’t stay away from you. Home wrecker. How. Did. She. Feel?” Mike flips around his phone, revealing the compromising position you and Andy were in this morning. “Trying to knock my wife up, Barber? Just wait until I get home, I’ll fucking have my wife.”

Andy grabs Mike’s shirt by the collar, shoving him up against the wall. Pulling him forward, he slams him back, but Mike only laughs manically. “You won’t see her again.”

“Won’t I?”

After waking up in a stupor with Mike sinisterly smiling over you, he points out the hidden camera. Yours and Andy’s love making on display on the television. “I thought you said you didn’t fuck him. Should have known you little slut. I love you, and I have a little surprise for you.”

You gulp as Mike all but drags you down the stairs to the basement. Time feeling off as it moves quickly but also painfully slow. He shoves you on the floor, slamming a new door closed. Looking up, you see his beautiful face bloody and bruised. His arms bound behind him, and a gag over his mouth, but that doesn’t stop Andy from mumbling expletives at Mike.

“You wanted him. There he is. You’re not going anywhere, and neither will he. I brought you, you’re own little plaything, honey,” you turn to look at him with your tear streaked face and shake your head.

“I thought you’d be happy. You have everything you ever wanted. That is if my junkie ass doesn’t stay gone too long,” he sneers at you, and presses his hand over your stomach.

“He wanted it to take, did it?”

“Mike, let him go. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please, let him go.”

“Aw, Honey, it’s not that easy. Oop,” he gleefully screeches out when your phone rings. “Looks like Laurie is calling you. Should I tell her I caught you two? Tell her what a fucking whore you are? Have fun playing house, while I play the distraught husband because my wife ran off and left me with her best friend. Laurie knows. She’s already told me her suspicions. That’s the only reason that I started asking. Laurie knew first.”

He walks to the door, slamming it shut, and you hear a thick lock go into place.

Rushing over to Andy, you jerk down his gag, and move to his hands. Once free, you cling to each other. His mouth kissing all over your head.

“I’m so sorry Peanut. He knew, he-he…”

“I saw it. Andy what’re we gonna do?”

“I don’t know.”

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[lemndrps]

for you, i would ruin myself chapter 1: remus pov

“Fuck, Sirius. What are you doing?”

A pathetic attempt at grasping some sort of resolve, the last sliver of restraint that he had left, slipping between his fingers. Because he knew this was wrong, that he’d be shattering something good. Something nice that’d replaced the burning hole of Sirius that was left in his heart. 

But Remus was weak and Sirius was spitting, holding his gaze as a thick glob of drool dripped past his parted lips. Closed his fist round and pressed down, slick fingers coating his cock.

Tilted his head and smirked. “Do you want to fuck me, Moony?”

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#wolfstar fanfiction #kind of #cheating fic #moonseeker #i'm sorry about this one

[idontwantotsayimgodbut]

What do you think of writing an Obey Me character cheating on MC but with the typical revenge/regret part on the cheater's part. I never actually thought that I'd be into type of writing till I read some works of the other authors though I barely see one for an Obey Me character. Hope you'll give this a shot! Thank you and I hope you continue writing more in the future!!

“ I thought we were forever”

cheater!lucifer x gn!reader

cw: cheating, mentions of sex, vulgar words (?), angst with no comfort

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he came home late, again, thinking you'd be asleep by now, but you weren't. you saw his lips, face and neck, covered in a shade of strawberry lipstick. your heart pounded, as tears of anger and sorrow blurred your vision. things hadn't been great between you two recently, he was being more distant, he was out for longer, not picking up your calls, but to see actual evidence of him cheating on you completely shattered you.

you felt yourself grow cold, and seethe with anger. you didn't plan on standing around, waiting for him to come and tell you the truth. you deserved better than him. you watched as he went to take a shower, probably so he could erase his mistakes from his skin, but they were never going to leave your mind, or your heart. you knew what you had to do, you slowly got out of bed, packed some clothes and other things you needed into a bag, and left.

Lucifer got out of the shower, his entire body radiating guilt. He can usually handle his alcohol very well but perhaps not always. he'd never met the women before, and all he remembers is kissing her lips, her body, and her hands on his waist. his head pounded as he recalled the encounter. he felt sick. you two had been going through a rough patch but he never thought he could do something like this.

he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out to the bedroom, seeing an empty bed, he was bewildered. he could've sworn you were there in bed when he arrived prior to taking a shower. he called out your name but to no avail. he couldn't see your phone either, and that's when he saw it, a note on his side of the bed.

"Dear Lucifer,

How was it? Was she any good? Did she make you cum? Was it worth it? Throwing years of a relationship down the drain for a quick fuck? Well I sure hope so darling, considering by the time you’re reading this, I’m long gone. I hope this breaks you like you broke me. I never thought you’d sink to such a low. Did you ever even love me Lucifer?

Farewell, y/n”

tears stained the letter but he held it close to him, it was the only thing of you he had left,

because you were gone. 

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a/n: anon this was such a good idea ! I hope I was able to do you justice, this the first time I’ve ever written a cheating pic before! anyways I hope you enjoyed and as a message to all my readers my asks are always open ((:

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[carangel]

Kicking my feet sobbing

My friend showed me this REALLY angst cheating fic awhile back with Red and him leaving you for his soulmate and I remember it out of NO WHERE.

Just-

Give me an antiharem fic:

Where after Red leaves you for his soulmate you pick ur sorry ass up and MOVE ON.

Continue life like he didn’t waste 3-5 yrs of a relationship cause his soul said ‘Ur comin home with me’ to another girl.

But you’re still friends with his brother because Papyrus supremacy

This is where the anti comes in

Shit goes down and Red brings a bunch of the aus to HIS place- same shit with my soulmate is ur soulmate cause same person different au.

But Red is not HAPPY, ofc his soul is full, he’s with his soulmate

But just because his soul is fulfilled emotionally doesn’t mean he’s happy EMOTIONALLY

She just doesn’t hit the spot like u do bbgrill

N maybe after bringing all the aus in and him seeing how unsupportive the girl is that’s when he realizes it

QUE YOU STUMBLING ONTO THE SCENE

You literally just living ur life stumbling onto all the skelles at random times

Maybe Blu at the farmers market

Black at the mall

Papyrus in the foodstore

And Rus in an arcade

WHO CARES UR BACK BB

And Red don’t know shit until the skelles are like ‘oh u should come to dinner’

AND YOU SHOW UP

Edge and Red being shocked cause they didn’t know that you were the person everyone was talking to

PERSONALITIES ARE NIGHT AND DAY BETWEEN YOU AND THE GIRL RED LEFT YOU FOR

And yk what- that’s not a bad thing

It’s not like the girl is a bad person

The whole point of all this is to show that Red, lost someone good for him

Someone who would be there for him through thick and thin and is willing to go through his bullshit because he was there for them

Some people aren’t willing to go through that and slay, cause place ur boundaries

But you were that person who was willing to go the extra mile and beyond

And he would slowly start to realize that again after everyone else brought you back in the foreground of his life

End game doesn’t have to be with you getting with everyone or getting back with Red

I just want him to feel shit cause the way he left the reader was so SAD it made me ANGRY

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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[wolfmadefromash]

So, got a cheating WIP in the works 👀 Don’t know why I feel like rewriting s5e11, but well I did. Buck doesn’t kiss Lucy, nooooo. No, he ends up going home with Eddie. Buck still makes stupid decisions and ends up with everyone mad at Buck, including himself.

Might post later if I finish it, but it’ll be up tomorrow at the latest. Mix of some angst and some fluff.

I want to go on record, I do NOT condone cheating. But, I felt like writing a cheating fic so 🤷🏻‍♀️ here we are.

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[wiseatom]

Hi Thea, i was listening to illicit affairs on monday and thought about how spicy cheating Byler would be so i would to say that i’ll read fic with Or without resolution (but i prefer it to has a resolution just because i’m curious about El’s reaction 🫶🏻)

hi!! thank you for your input :D i definitely would want to write el's reaction - i only thought to separate the cheating from the rest for a few reasons

i write so slowly and i know i'd be able to get it out sooner if i just focus on the cheating part

i know that this fic would be 50k+ if it was a standalone

people might not be comfortable with the cheating itself but might want to see the resolution on its own?? so separate??

cheating portion is completely planned out in my head but the resolution is not <3

i don't think a cheating plotline is what i want to see on the show, mostly bc Time Constraints and also unnecessary fodder for byler haters, but one thing about me as a writer is i love to explore very complicated feelings and situations and cheating Is that. i think living in gray area is very fun and i think more people should join <3

#asks #cheating fic #<- just making a tag for it so i can use it for my own ref later lol #it does have a title but since it'll probably have multiple parts i don't want to limit it to just that acronym #<- <- me overthinking as ujeee

[goldfyshie927]

hiyaaaaa it's been so long but i updated the cheating fic 🤪 i love you all so much, thank u for your patience. be excited about a surprise visitor to the fic!

#caitjinx #caitjinx fic #arcane #arcane fic #cheating fic

[moondancer71]

Wildest Dreams

A collaboration fic with @jupiterix​ I Premiering on AO3 for JonerysOrgasmicOctober2k22!

AN: Happy birthday to our bestie, @jellybeanficwriter​ 🥳 You are one of the best people that we know in this fandom. You are always such a funny, supportive and positive presence and we are so very glad to know you! This is just a little teaser, but we hope this fic will cover all of your favorite things 😘 sorry not sorry about short hair!Jon 😙😌 but we promise it’s not permanent! 😂🤭 Thanks to @arielchelby for the quick beta read!

“Daenerys! Daenerys! Daenerys!” The paparazzi shouted as she reached for Daario’s hand and exited the limo onto the red carpet. Her senses were alight with the bright flashes of the cameras, the screams of the fans lining the walkway, and the chatter of the reporters and cast members engaged in interviews.  

Daario squeezed her hand, leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Are you ready for all of this?” 

“Yes.” This moment was everything she’d dreamed of as a young girl and though it stood before her, ready for the taking, it still felt like it all could vanish. “Let’s go,” she said, as she pulled him further onto the carpet. 

As they posed for the cameras, Dany basked in the attention and adoration. After a time she heard the crowd's cries become louder. “Jon! Jon! Jon!” 

She turned to find Jon walking toward her with his wife, Ygritte, clutched at his arm. He was dressed in his signature black, the suit formed to his body like a glove. His curls were shorn short. He said he'd have a new look after the movie finished filming - putting some distance between himself and the character. Though perhaps he’d changed his appearance so that he could forget who he’d been during their time together. 

When their eyes met across the sea of people, all she could see was the memory of the last conversation they’d shared. 

“We can’t keep doing this, Dany. It’s not right,” he admonished as he held his gold wedding band in his hands, spinning the thin metal between his fingers. 

“I know,” she whispered, the weight of her own rings felt heavy on her dainty finger. “Yet we keep finding ourselves here. Different places, different times, but we always end up here, saying this is the end, and yet it never is.” 

He looked up at her, a mixture of sadness, love, and shame reflected in his grey eyes. “This time it has to be. When filming is over–” 

“We’ll go our separate ways?” she finished. “And pretend this never happened? That we never happened?” 

“I’ll always lo–” 

“Don’t!” she whispered as tears welled in her eyes. Her eyes looked anywhere but his face, or else she feared her tears would finally fall. “Don’t say it, please.” 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured as he stood up and left, the door slamming shut behind him. 

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[inevitablysomber-dark]

Since she is aware i would be using him to my advantage like: " rafey look at what they did to me 😢🥺* meanwhile im in a pool sipping on a fresh orange juice

I Love it, making the best of a bunch of crummy situations. 😂😂

#cheating fic #dubious consent #dark rafe cameron

[jarofstyles]

there are many blurbs where harry cheats on his girlfriend or wife but I NEED it to be the other way around and she cheats on him. Please do something like this

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He had never felt so… cold. Dirty. Numb.

Harry had never in a million years would have imagined it would come to this. Packing his things up into the duffel bag she had bought him for their trip to Disney world for their 2nd anniversary. Ignoring her silent crying behind him as she watched as her selfish actions took root and ripped away all at once.

He racked his brain over what he could have done differently to keep her from straying. He knew he worked a lot. Harry worked more than most people and he was so hyper aware of it, he spent every waking moment he wasn’t working trying to please her. Trying to work on them. At least it seemed that way. Realistically he knew that there had been some days he had been a bit too tired to go out. He wasn’t someone who loved clubs or parties while she did, but he tried.

Wasn’t that a part of relationships? Compromise? Trying to see and mould your lives around one another? Harry had done his part. He had tried and tried and even so, it seemed all of those attempts had failed miserably.

He had found out by walking in on it. The most cruel way to do so, seeing his lover embraced in a passion fueled kiss and naked in their shared bed. Crying out for a person that wasn’t him. Their photos on the nightstand making a mockery of him and their entire relationship. She had frozen like a deer in headlights, shaking and pushing off her lover but it was far too late.

Vomit crawled up his throat thinking of how many times he had kissed her and potentially tasted someone else. How many times his head laid on the same pillow with the sweat of someone else that had been conjured doing the most intimate activities possible. It stung like a million bee stings, making his body feel heavy and slow while he ignored her hovering.

It was only when he felt a hand on his arm that he reacted, jerking back as if he had been burned and covering the area with his own hand as he looked at her in a way she had never seen. Heartbreak, anger, but no hatred. Confusion, maybe. It killed her to see such a sunshine like man, the golden one as she likes to call him, be so nervous and look at her as if she was a stranger.

Perhaps she was, though. She hadn’t meant to let her loneliness and alcohol induced hormones get the best of her… again… but she had. And she had never hated herself more. He didn’t look at her with the hatred she felt and it also confused her.

“H, I-“

“Don’t call me that.” It was the first thing he’s said in an hour, voice hoarse. Cradling his arm where she had touched as if nursing a wound, he stepped back. “Don’t call me nicknames, don’t give me the eyes, don’t…. I can’t even look at you without feeling sick.” He said broken, swallowing the lump in his throat. “You’ve lost every privilege you’ve ever had to me. I am not H, not baby, I am nothing to you. And you’ve made that clear.”

It broke her into pieces. Tears falling down as she tried again, choking on her words. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t- I just missed you so much, Harry. You’re always gone and I didn’t expect for you to be back today-“

“And I didn’t expect to find the woman I love in our shared bed with someone else. Not when I was coming home early to bring you in a vacation and fucking propose.” He took the ring box out of his pocket and threw it hard against the wall, the box ricocheting, popping open as it landed next to her bare foot. Mocking him, her, every bit of this situation. That just made it ten times worse. Knowing he had come in with a smile and excitement in his stomach. Waiting to wake her up from sleep and kiss her awake, tell her to pack a bag and come with him. He had planned it all out. And now he was going by himself.

“I didn’t- I didn’t know, Harry!” She sobbed. “I didn’t mean to. I’ll never- we can work on it. Okay? I’ll never do it again. Never.” She tried to approach BHT his hand went out in front of him to stop her from even attempting it.

“No. I don’t want that. My life… you knew coming into dating me that I had longer periods of being away. I offered to take you and you said no. I respected it. Your career matters to me. You mattered to me. I spent every time I came home with you… I did everything I could have, and you let some fucking loneliness eat you up and not even talk to me about it?” He looked so sad. Like a kicked puppy, and all she wanted to do was gather him in her arms and apologize. Get the comfort and give it, but she had lost that.

“Didn’t matter I’d you didn’t expect me today. You shouldn’t have been doing it at all. You should have been asleep or playing that stupid game on your phone, let me crawl Into the bed and kiss me all over when I walked inside- like you used to. We should be on a plane in 2 hours. About to be promised to each other- but none of that is ever going to happen again. If it happens once, it will happen again.”

It stung even more because it was why she was so insecure lately. Making sure he kept certain people out of his life because it made her jealous and worrying about him being gone. Even asking him once if something was going on between him and a very married coworker. It was projection.

“I was loyal. Every time. Every trip. I have offers, Y/N. I have offers all day long. You know how badly I want to get off sometimes, hm? How easy it would have been to take a person to my hotel room and fuck them stupid? Get myself sucked off? But I never did. And I never even felt temptation because I had you.” His eyes watered as he let some more tears fall. “I never would have done this to you. And I won’t let it happen to myself again.” He zipped up the bag and brought it over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you. That my effort wasn’t good enough to make you happy. But it will be for someone else.” He choked out as he looked at his feet, kicking the fallen ring. “Can pawn that if you want. I’ll be back for the rest of my shit later. Do not call me.”

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[sakuraprompts]

How they react to finding out you cheated: Rachel Amber

(Why did I randomly have the urge to write this? I dunno, I guess I'm feeling angsty.)

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

She actually thinks you must be joking at first, because who in their right mind would cheat on Rachel Amber??

She'd be lying to herself if she said she hadn't sensed something was off with your behavior lately though. She should've known better. She's normally very intuitive, but continuously ignored her recent gut feelings about you because she wanted to believe she was only being paranoid.

She seems to be keeping her cool, as always, but you can sense the inner rage in her eyes. Chills run down your spine. She's going to leave you, you know it. And you know you'll never do better than her.

"Well.. you told me the truth, and I appreciate that. Most people wouldn't. So.. thanks, I guess." Her voice is cold as she gets to her feet.

She folds her arms. Her stance is rigid.

Moments pass in awkward silence. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.

Eventually she breathes out a disappointed sigh, lips thin, eyes narrowed as she looks you up and down as if trying to decide whether you're worth a second chance.

You're not.

No one plays a girl like her. She knows her worth, and she isn't going to give you another chance to disrespect her like this.

"It was fun while it lasted. You can keep the flannel I gave you. It looks better on you."

She turns to go home, already set on burning the pictures she has of you together. Will she regret it later? Maybe.

Is she holding back tears?

You don't have time to tell. She's already walking away.

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Before He Cheats | Chapter 6 | Duff Mckagan x Reader

Word count: 1998 A03 Link<3 A/N: NSFW warning, Just a small heads up, uhh, this chapter is all over the place so sorry if it's too fast. Rushed or too confusing. I promise that the next chapter will be less chaotic and for the car scene, the car is parked dw. Slash’s P.O.V 12:00 PM Noon, it was morning, I was putting on my clothes and was having applesauce before I could hang out with Claire as usual. I lied to (Y/N) by saying that my boss gave me a day off of work today. What an idiot, can’t believe she would fall for it. She’s at work right now so this is the perfect time or day to hang out with Claire. Checking my phone for a text from Claire, I saw a lot of texts from Axl, Steven, and Izzy. No Duff, that’s weird. I have been ignoring these messages for the past couple of months because I don’t care about them anymore. But I decided to read a text from Axl just because. Axl texted me that he might have seen (Y/N) and Duff kissing when we went to the bar a couple of months ago. Now my entire day was ruined, just by that one text. I will confront her about this when she comes back from work.

Duff’s House, 1:00 PM, Duff’s P.O.V Sitting on the couch while Skylar is playing with my bass is relaxing. I’m having a great time, she still has a lot to learn and I still have a lot to teach her. Hanging out with Skylar all of the time made me forget about (Y/N), it was a great decision. But, it did make us distant. I got up from the couch to get a bag of Doritos. Hearing the bass stop playing in the background, confused me a little. I was wondering what was going to happen. “Duff, I have something to tell you,” Skylar said. Judging by the tone of her voice, this must be serious. I quickly went back to the living room to sit on the couch, looking at Skylar. She looked pretty aggravated, impatient even. “What is it, Skylar?” I said with concern. She breathes in and out. I think I know what she’s going to say, let’s not jump to conclusions. “I love you… idiot.” Skylar said as she slowly reached for my hand and held it, squeezing it tight. My eyes widened in shock when I heard what she, blushed slightly when she held my hand. Her hand feels rough, of course. “I had a crush on you for years when we worked at that job together.” She stared into my eyes with a slight smile on her face, her face blushing like crazy. I could feel the weight of guilt settling in, I don’t mean to hurt her feelings but it is what it is. I sighed and told her, “I’m sorry Skylar but… I don’t love you.” She crossed her arms, turning away from me. It's clear that she is upset. “You’re s-still in love with (Y/N), aren’t you?” She asked with a hit of anger in her voice. I flinched a little when she asked me that question. So I looked away from her, didn’t bother to answer that question to her, just sat in silence for a bit. “It was dumb to confess to you, I’m sorry.” She apologized as she got up from the couch. “Well… I gotta go. See you later.” She put her hands in her pocket and walked out of my house. Man, the guilt is still here.

3:00 PM, at the carnival, Duff’s P.O.V I went to the carnival because I needed to clear my head after what happened with Skylar earlier and sitting in my house all day or taking a nap is not gonna do it for me. A lot of people were there, winning prizes, eating food, and couples holding hands. Man, this is where we all used to hang out. Good times. Walking near the Ferris wheel, I saw (Y/N) getting food from the food truck. Why is she here? I haven’t seen her in a long time since I started hanging out with Skylar. She looked so beautiful as always wearing her yellow jacket and black skirt outfit. I walked up to her and put my hand on her shoulder. “(Y/N)?” I said. She turned around and looked at me, shocked. “H-Hey Duff.” She smiled at me and chuckled nervously. “What are you doing here?” I asked her. Now I think about it, that was a dumb question to ask her. “Slash is at work right now so I thought I would just go to the carnival by myself, instead of just sitting around.” She explained. So me and (Y/N) are here for the same reason, what a coincidence. There was an awkward silence between us because it had been so long since we last spoke to each other except for some text messages. “How about we spend some time together here? Just us,” I suggested, moving closer to her. At first, she was uncertain, taking a step back from me which hurt a little inside. “Sure,” She replied, “But let me get my food first.” She continued. “O-Of course,” I responded with a nervous chuckle.

3:30 In Slash’s car, Claire’s P.O.V Being in Slash’s car was always comforting and relaxing, especially with him. But now, something was off. Slash told me that (Y/N) kissed Duff and it ruined his whole day. Why would she do that? (Y/N) wouldn’t be the type to kiss Duff, hmm. Never trusted her anyway. I thought Slash would get over it by now since he doesn’t love her anymore. I slowly put his hand on his, rubbing his hand softly. He seemed to like it. “Slash, are you still mad or?” I asked. “No, I’m not.” He lied while blushing slightly and looking out of the window. I know he’s lying, he just doesn’t want to make me mad. “Well Slash, since we’re alone in your car…” I said in a low, seductive voice, looking at him. He turned his head a little at me. I got up from my seat and sat on Slash’s lap, adjusting myself. "Slash, I want you to fuck me," I whispered in his ear seductively while slowly unzipping his pants. I started to grind against his dick, he was slowly getting hard. Glad I was wearing a skirt today. “G-God.” Slash moaned softly. He slowly lowered his underwear and pants, freeing his dick to the cold air. I took off my underwear, throwing it on the floor of the car. I bit my lip, feeling the head of his cock pressing against my pussy. My back began to arch as he started to thrust into me roughly while he held onto my waist. It hurts a little but it feels so good. "Not so rough." I moaned, my eyes closed as held onto him tightly."I'm sorry. It's been a while since I last had sex." Slash apologized but he didn’t slow down his thrusts. My moans were louder and louder due to his rough thrusting. Rolling my eyes back, I can feel myself losing in pleasure and so it is Slash. His grunts are getting louder and louder with each thrust. I know he’s close. "I'm cumming!” Slash yelled. My eyes widen as he filled me up with his cum. So hot and sticky. I’m not letting go of him just yet, let me cherish this moment with him. “God… I-I love… you.” Slash said between breaths. I kissed him and he kissed me back.

3:40 PM, Back at the carnival, (Y/N)’s P.O.V. I am having an amazing time, hanging out with Duff at the Carnival. We on some rides, and we won a lot of stuff like candy, mp3 players, coffee mugs, etc. This was the best day of my life so far. He was having a great time too. I can tell how much he smiled and giggled through the whole thing. This whole hangout thing feels like a date to me, might as well be. “Duff…” I said softly. Small tears were forming on my face, I could cry tears of joy. “Today was a great day– I haven’t– Thank you.” Struggling with my words. I walked up to him and hugged him. I can’t express how much I appreciate this. “You’re welcome.” He hugged me back. Wiping my tears, I slowly realized something. I started to cry because no one had been giving me affection for a long time. “We really should start talking to each other again.” Duff reached out to hold my hand. My eyes widened a little when he held my hand and I blushed like crazy. “We should,” I said nervously, looking away. His hand feels pretty rough. It feels so nice. So nice… “You know, I miss talking to you,” Duff said as he stepped closer to me. “I-I do too…” I replied, still looking away from him. Just calm down, (Y/N). He’s not going to hurt you. “Uhh… it’s time for me to go back home now.” I’m not going to let go of his hand. I was leading him to my car. “Put the stuff in my car,” I told him. “I don’t want you to carry all of that.”

4:00 PM, At home I walked into my house, setting the stuff I got from the carnival on the dining room table with a smile on my face. Duff did make everything better, mmm… I was pretty exhausted, I just wanted to lie down for a bit. The main reason was that my feet were hurting like hell. Before I sat down, I went to my room to see what Slash was doing. He was lying on the bed, watching TV, shirtless. But he looked exhausted as well. His hair was a mess and he looked like he ran a marathon. “H-Hey babe.” I waved at him. He admittedly got up from the bed and walked towards me with anger. Oh shit. "Babe, where did you go?" Slash asked me in a serious tone. Should have expected this to happen. Just lied to him, he’ll believe it. "N-Nowhere. I didn't go anywhere." Touching my hair nervously as I lied to him. There was a small silence between us filled with my awkward laughter. "You're lying. You went somewhere." He leaned to me with a dead look in his eyes. I step back a little, getting a bit scared due to how serious he sounded. "I was hanging out with Duff," I admitted to him as I looked away from him in shame. "I knew it. You're always hanging out with Duff. You shouldn't be hanging out with him.” His voice began to escalate toward me. I turned to face him, locking eyes with simmering fury, my breaths measured but calm. The urge to inflict upon him the pain he had caused me surged within me. "Why are you mad at me?” Slash questioned. I should be the one asking him that question. "All I did was lay in my bed all day. You're just being paranoid." Slash pointed at me, blaming me. My fists were clenched and shaking. If he lies one more time, I’m going to lose it but I’m not. I had never been this angry before. Why would he treat me like this? I snatched one of the blankets and pillows from our bed, murmuring, "I'm sleeping on the couch for now," I fought back tears, not wanting to break down in front of him. I was trying to not cry in front of him. I walked out of the room and I went to the living room. Settling onto the couch, I wrapped the blanket around me, laying my head on the pillow. I just wanted to cry and forget about everything. I'm tired of dealing with Slash lying to me and cheating on me. I don't want to be with Slash anymore, I want to be with Duff, I love Duff…

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“Tell me, Moons.” There was a lilt to his voice, a bit quieter now they were so close and it was sickly sweet. Remus could taste each syllable as they fell past his lips. “Has my darling brother ever gone down on you?”

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