#cheater cheater

[laurentidal]

Hear and Obey

The Word shot through her brain like the divine light of God. It froze her in her tracks as it collided with her. It smashed through her rage and despair. It pulverized her moral code and her most deeply held trust. A single almighty syllable. Indivisible. Undeniable. Like stone on skin.

The Word narrowed her vision. She no longer needed to look at anything but her Lord and Master. Why should she need anything else in her sight. Her eyes appeared to glaze over with adoration as they stared at Him, forsaking all other things in the room.

The Word caused her mouth to drop open dumbly. Whatever terrible thing she'd been speaking was forgotten completely. Her mouth wasn't for speaking anymore. It's true purpose had been returned.

The Word dropped her hands. Where they had been pointing at him in some form of protest or admonition, they now hung limp at her sides. Then they began their automatic task. Her thumbs hooked around her panties and pulled them down so that she may be freely accessible to Him.

The Word tightened and hardened her nipples, causing them to poke against the stretched fabric of her shirt. But it was no matter. Once her panties were discarded, her shirt was next. Her tits flopped free and she felt the weight of them pulling her body forward until her face was against the floor and her ass was in the air.

The Word pulled on her mind as well, causing her to sink ever deeper into hypnotic bliss. She wasn't a person anymore. Not really. She was a toy for His use.

The Word pounded through her over and over, just as He did. And when she felt him filling her, breeding her, as he had a dozen times now, she felt the Word filling her skull. Pushing out everything else. There were no thoughts. No want or will. No mind or memory or misery. There was only the warmth of the Word.

And as she felt the other woman's tongue licking His seed from inside her, she listened as he erased the word "infidelity" from her vocabulary. Her face rubbed against the wood of the floor as she repeated the lessons he taught her. And when He finally let her wake, she was more than happy to watch the barista from down the block bouncing on His cock with a dreamy smile.

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[famouspolicefire]

God i need it so badly rn

[pieofdeath]

I think qsmp bbh and mangoball bbh should meet.

[mangoballquackity]

Quotes that remind me of Mangoball Wilbur

[splatteronmywalls]

[odielikefromgarfield]

just an Update! mangoball cheater cheater is still the funniest fucking thing i’ve ever read in my life and it changed my brain chemistry again <3

[imsosocold]

Mangoball’s next chapter:

[rk1kincorrect]

i wanna make an ac crack series with the fake twitter atuff,,, sorry tw mcyt mention but i want it to be like cheater cheater by mangobaii 😭😭😭😭

[rowdyluv]

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do with this as you’d please.

Can you repeal a hearing with DPoS?

[cerebraljopper]

jopper in my username and david harbour in my pfp but idgaf about either of them anymore

[parakeet]

Thought my gf cheated on me again so I messed around with her gay brother, but it turns out it really *was* just her cousin that she was spending time with, so now I’m kinda feeling guilty and confused

Is this how a priest in a confessional booth feels… ten hail marys

[mangoballquackity]

I hate it when I quote Cheater, Cheater and nobody gets it. I'M NOT UNIRONICALLY SAYING I'M LIKE THE JOKER!!!

[slightlyartist]

This is what Ford saw when Fiddleford came back to Gravity Falls after his huge fight with Emma-May

Bonus:

[yanderedrabbles]

Cheat on me please

How to safely rid yourself of a yandere

There's no easy way to get rid of him. He's too obsessive. Too controlling. Too bloody single minded.

You tried talking through it and he just scoffed and said you were being silly. That you were just too hormonal and would calm down in a few days.

You tried going no contact and he showed up at your door. Hammered at it until the neighbours called the cops and they dragged him away.

You tried being nice about it and all he did was grab your wrist so hard it bruised. His eyes like chips of stone when he said he didn't want to hear it.

You weren't breaking up with him. You had no reason to.

And the worst part? He was right. You don't have a reason.

On paper, he's the perfect man. Attentive. Generous. Handsome. He buys you gifts, he lavishes you with attention, he's funny and charming around your friends.

And he scares you.

Not because of anything he's done. (Perfect guy, remember?) But some instinct deep inside you tells you to be careful around him.

This one's a predator, he's got claws and fangs, he'll fill you with venom and never let go, some ancient part of you insists.

But try explaining that to him. He's so mindlessly logical. He's not going to leave you because of a silly gut feeling. Come on baby, what sort of shitty boyfriend would do that?

And that's why you're down to half thought out, borderline silly plans to get rid of him. Get your hot friend to sleep with him. Catch them in the act. Throw a tantrum and finally get to break up with him.

You can't try and excuse cheating. It's abhorrent. And his logical side will surely see that, right?

One little hitch though. He's actually loyal to a fault.

Part of you finds it hard to believe. Is he really turning down your absolute bombshell of a friend? The girl all your exes were just a bit in love with?

Maybe he's just being cautious. Maybe he isn't lonely and needy enough to risk it.

So you up the stakes. Decide to avoid fucking him as much as possible. And oh boy, does it drive him crazy. He gets irritable and needy and somehow even more horny the longer your dry spell lasts.

And you know that you almost have him. He's just a man, no matter how logical he pretends to be.

You pick a fight over nothing. Blow it all out of proportion and storm out to stay with your parents for a while.

Piss him off just enough that a revenge fuck seems like a great idea.

He ends up drinking at a shitty dive bar and oh what a coincidence, your gorgeous seductress friend just happens to turn up. The last text she sends you makes it seem like she's finally hooked him and you hurry over to her apartment, feeling just a little giddy. Your plan actually worked! You feel like a goddamn genius.

And sure enough, his car is parked at her front door.

For a second, you feel a little hurt. Yes, this is the outcome you wanted. Yes, you deliberately manipulated him to get to this point. But it still feels like betrayal.

When you make it to her door, it's oddly silent for a supposed drunken hookup. But you're too geared up to notice it.

She left her door unlocked like you agreed and you tiptoe inside, your heart going a mile a minute. Her bedroom door is cracked just a little and a shaft of light cuts through the dark of the hallway.

You swing the door open with a crash, getting to ready to cuss him out.

And you freeze.

There's no guilty couple leaping away from each other, no smell of sweat and cum, no illicit rendezvous.

Instead your friend is tied to a chair, her mouth taped shut with silvery duct tape and her mascara running in black streaks down her cheeks. Her eyes lock onto yours and she tries to scream something through the tape.

The door clicks shut behind you.

You turn slowly. Like putting it off will make the situation less horrible, less like a dissociative dream.

Your boyfriend looks ragged. His eyes are blood shot and his hair is an unruly mess.

But the worst part is the way he smiles at you. Paternal, almost. Like he's caught you doing something naughty but he's willing to overlook it.

"Come on baby, you didn't think I'd actually cheat on you, did ya?"

His voice is condescending, but under the surface you can hear a cold, terrifying anger.

You swallow. Those same instincts that warned you about him are screaming now.

"What the hell is going on?" You demand, trying to sound angry instead of just afraid.

He steps toward you and it takes everything in you to not step away. He picks up a piece of your hair and rubs it between his fingers. Proprietary, possessive.

"What's going on? You should know babe. You're the one who tried to set me up... As though that skank over there ever stood a chance."

He tsks. "I knew something was wrong the second you stopped sleeping with me."

He leans forward and whispers in your ear, his breath ghosting across your neck.

"I fuck you too good for you to give it up so easy."

You jerk away from him, your eyes burning like you're about to cry. How did this go so wrong?

"Are you insane? Untie her right now! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

He backhands you right across the face.

He's never hit you before and the shock is almost worse than the pain. You stumble, clutching your cheek. Your face feels numb at first and then a sharp, fiery pain blooms across your cheek.

He grabs your collar and shoves you toward the bed.

"Oh baby, you're lucky I love you." His bared teeth catch the light and he looks more wolf than man.

The edge of the mattress digs into your thighs and you fall backward. You're still reeling and he has you pinned under him before you can find the strength to scramble away.

"Thought about killing her, y'know. What kind of whore goes after her best friend's man? You deserve better than that."

His grip is unyielding. A part of you always knew he was strong, but until now you didn't realise how big the gap between you actually was. His knee is between your legs and he brings it up to press against your crotch.

"But then a light bulb must have went off. And I decided to see how things played out."

He laughs and there's nothing warm or welcoming in it at all.

"All I had to do was squeeze her throat a little and..." He grabs your throat and thightens his grip until you see stars. "And she was just fallin' all over herself to tell me about your little plan."

He let's go and pats your cheek with rough little smacks. "It was cute, baby. Really was. But fucking stupid."

He leans down and kisses you. His lips are rough and he bites your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The metallic tang of it makes you gag.

Your instincts were right. He's dangerous and you never should have tempted this monstrous part of him.

He tastes like cheap whiskey and you struggle to pull away. Your chest heaves and no matter how you buck and twist under him, he still keeps you pinned.

When he pulls away, something in your expression must please him because he hums and tilts your chin up. "But it's okay baby. We'll work through this."

He reaches down and tugs at your belt. "And I know exactly where to start."

[simpforboys]

Introducing older!dilf!husband!Rafe x bimbo!mistress!reader

➳❥ In which 34-year-old CEO Rafe Cameron met bimbo!reader at some company party a year ago, instantly attracted to each other despite the white-gold wedding band on his finger

➳❥ Even though Rafe has a wife, a six-year-old son, and a four-year-old daughter back at home. But Rafe's marriage was dead. The only reason he and his wife got married was because they found out she was pregnant with their son.

➳❥ He couldn't really resist the younger, sweet, air-headed girl with pretty tits and thighs that was giggling at everything he was saying

➳❥ Which ultimately led to bimbo!reader taking him back to her shitty little apartment, spending the night tangled up in her pretty pink bedsheets

➳❥ Throughout their affair, Rafe started funding more and more of bimbo!mistress!reader's life. He moved her out of her shitty apartment and into a luxury place, because he couldn't let his sweet baby live somewhere dangerous

➳❥ And the longer they keep their secret, the more and more in love bimbo!mistress!reader becomes with Rafe, and the harder it gets for Rafe to resist the urge to leave his wife.

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[garpen]

PT. 2

Nobody better tell me this is to verbally aggressive, bc this is exactly how I be speaking with my siblings

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