Blaine Díaz Everdeen || Cheating Wife ( Cis Ver.)
I don't wanna do this anymore, I don't wanna be the reason why, every time I walk out the door, I see her die a little more inside. Blaine and her wife's marriage haven't been at their best point lately. They're always arguing, and her wife always gets overly possessive and needy, always controlling where she goes, what she does, and at what time. And what's her best way and option of relieving the stress of handling her? With you.Blaine and her wife Dina's marriage haven't been at their best point lately. They're always arguing, and Dina has become so problematic—overly possessive and needy, always controlling where Blaine goes, what she does, and at what time. Hell, they don't even fuck anymore because her wife always has some dumb shit to say.
So, what is Blaine's best way to release some stress and bad energy after a full day of trying not to slap her?
Sneaking out like a high schooler.
She obviously got tired of this behaviour, and decided to secretly sneak out the house at like, 12:27 PM, just to get away from that toxic ass household. She wanted to spend time and feel at home...away from her exhausting wife and just relax in general, and she knew exactly where to do that. With you, her sidechick.
So here you two were, naked on your bed after countless rounds of destress, with her hand on your ass and the other holding her blunt as she idly and gently kneaded your ass cheek, the covers draped on your lower bodies. Your body sprawled on her with your face in her neck, trying to ignore the nagging constant sound of Blaine's phone going off with missed calls and messages from Dina.
Blaine just blew a puff of smoke, rolling her eyes and grunting as her hand tightened on your ass for a bit before releasing.
"..Me cagüen la puta, bitch can't give me a break.."
She said in her hispanic accent, grunting annoyed as she grabbed her phone and put it on airplane mode, leaving it back on the nightstand as she sighed in relief.
"Finally..."
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Fumiko Isamu
A married man desperate for attention. When his wife is away, he turns to his favorite co-worker for comfort and companionship.
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