having papa langdon thoughts hehe particularly making him keep the ring on when he fingers u so u can feel it, (bonus points for masc!reader where it catches on ur dick w every stroke of a handjob yes is me again) extra bonus points if he is still technically married during the dadhusbands of it all. maybe seperated but like,,, what is a slip of paper when he’s got a better family right here 😇
langdon making sure you can feel the ring all over your body while he touches you.. he’s putting it in the freezer before he gets you on the bed. the ice cold metal does eventually warm against your skin, but the period of time where it’s cool to the touch is enough to make you hyperaware of what he has on his hand. frank is precise about the way he sticks his fingers in your mouth, rubbing the ring against your lips before telling you to suck on it, “go on, then. kiss the ring you have no respect for.”
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“Your boyfriend's a lame, so I'm 'bout to fuck your brains out”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ❤︎ ꒰ mdni ,, cheating ,, prone bone ,, slightly mean kuna ,, one spank ꒱
You knew it was wrong! You knew you shouldn’t be here while your boyfriend sat at home, under the assumption that you were at your friend’s house.
In your defence Sukuna is your friend! He just comes with a few benefits…
“Ryo! Slow — ah — down,” you squealed, burying your burning face into the pillows. Sukuna growled above you, hips driving into the plush of your ass with so much force you were sure to bruise.
His inky hand pushed the back of your head further into the pillows, drowning out your pathetic mewls. “Shut up and take it, brat.“
You squirmed, desperate to relieve yourself from the burning pleasure bubbling in your stomach. Sukuna’s hand landed on your ass with a sharp crack! A broken cry left your lips at the impact and he only groaned in response.
“What? Can’t take dick?” He sneered mockingly, “Tch, that boyfriend of yours clearly doesn’t fuck this needy cunt well enough.”
Each snap of his hips drove his thick cock deeper within your gummy walls, stretching them beyond belief. Your moans were muffled by the tear stained pillows, eyes red-rimmed from your sobbing.
“Gonna — hic — cum,” you sobbed, just barely lifting your head up to look back at him. He felt your cunt clench around him, desperately trying to milk his cock.
He laughed harshly, “Yeah? Gonna cum all over another mans dick?”
Sukuna’s hips sped up, driving into your core with more desire than before. The taboo situation spurring both of you on.
Deep grunts left his lips and vibrated against ypur neck as he nipped at the delicate skin. Your moans morphed into full on cries as he bullied that sweet spot deep, deep within your velvet walls.
His pre and your slick dribbled from your hole as you came, coating his length as your pussy fluttered helplessly around his girth.
“Good girl, cumming on a real man’s cock,” Sukuna groaned, pace turning slopping as he neared his own high.
After a few more thrusts, accompanied by your relentless wriggling due to overstimulation, Sukuna came with a growl of your name. His seed coated your insides, painting them white.
Just as you began to doze off your phone buzzed with a text from your boyfriend.
You've been cataloguing the signs and symptoms of infidelity in your head for a while now — the late nights at work, despite his allergy to overtime; the soft floral perfume to his skin, where you lean towards deeper tones; that same sated look in his eyes that he used to get after a long night between your thighs, is now the look he comes home to you with.
He's getting it somewhere else, from someone else.
Sometimes you fantasise about slapping down the divorce papers next to his morning coffee and leaving his ass for good. You even printed them out, but promptly stuffed them into the bottom drawer of your bedside table. Because every time you think about leaving him, you think about not having him.
And he's yours. By law. You have his last name, wear his ring around your finger, are his other half to the people you meet and greet at work functions. Hell, his business partner Higuruma once commented on you two looking straight out of the dictionary, compiled under devout. Or in love. Whatever the fuck adjective he used.
What you have is good when it's good. He's a good husband, brings you home flowers and lowers himself to his knees for you without you needing to ask for it. Maybe such acts of service come from a place of guilt, but can you really bring yourself to care?
You know he loves you. He wouldn't have married you otherwise.
He wouldn't have come home today to see you dressed up in that lace he loves and taken you straight to bed if he didn't want to fuck you stupid.
So when he lays you down in the same bed you've slept side-by-side in for years now, and slowly feeds each inch of his cock into your waiting pussy, you can't help but claw for what you want most.
"Tell me you love me."
Your husband's hips falter just a little, pushing into your warmth just to slow as he meets your eyes. "Of course I do."
"I didn't ask if you do." You shift downwards on the bed, forcing him to fill you deeper. "I want you to say it. Say you love me."
Kento's eyes are soft, but wary, as he leans down and presses a kiss to your nose. "I love you." His voice is low. "I have loved you since the day I laid eyes on you. Anything else, my love?"
How honeyed. You almost roll your eyes, but his words coil in your stomach and have you tightening around him. He loves you.
You bring a hand up, caress the back of his neck, trace your fingers over a bite mark at his shoulder that you certainly didn't leave. He smells floral, and his hair was mussed when he came home, like he's had fingers through it. You wonder if he's passionate with her, whoever she is. If he gives it to her rough and mean, or slow and lovely.
You slap him across the face. Your wedding ring catches against his cheek.
His head snaps to the side at the force of your slap, cheek already reddening, though you can't tell if it's from your hand, or the blow to his pride. His jaw clenches, eyes squeeze shut for a moment as his whole body tenses on top of you. You want him to hit back.
"What was that for?" he bites, snapping his hips forward and bottoming out inside of you in response. You're stretched open on his cock, and you can't help but smile at the feeling. He completes you.
"Say it again," you gasp.
"I..." he grabs your face, pinches your cheeks between his fingers and looks you in the eyes. His brows are furrowed. "Are you feeling okay?"
This time you do roll your eyes. His feigned interest in your wellbeing is laughable, considering he was just balls-deep inside of someone else. Someone who doesn't love him like you do. You were here first.
"Come on," you plant your feet on the bed and roll your hips up, fucking yourself on your husband's cock even beneath him. "Tell me you love me, babe. Like you mean it."
"I do mean it," he grunts, finally fucking you back. His strokes are mean, not like the usual slow-and-steady sex you have. Blond hair falls into his eyes, gating the piercing gaze he has on you. "I love you."
You want to close your eyes, but you don't want to miss a second of this view. He's angry — guilty, maybe — and working your body like a stress reliever. Does he know you're aware of his wrongdoings? He's a smart man... surely he's pieced your mood together.
Maybe it's just going to be like this from now on. He'll come home and fuck you hard enough to convince the both of you that everything is okay. Maybe you'll wake up come morning and roll out of bed to call Higuruma, start an affair of your own. Maybe you'll bring him into your bed and make a mess of the sheets for Kento to find later.
You take the back of his neck in your hands and pull him down. He goes in for the kiss, thinking that's what you want, but you turn his head and lick the side of his cheek instead. Mark your territory.
You nibble at his earlobe, bathing in the way it has his cock throbbing inside of you, before you move down to his neck. You suck and bite and lick over his throat, mark him so lewdly that he won't possibly be able to hide your affections with some stolen concealer out of your makeup bag. He's going to wear your marriage on his skin, and he'll do it with the pride of a man whose wife fucks him through his infidelities.
And whoever it is that has been keeping his cock warm in your absence might run her tongue over the marks you left, but she will do so knowing that, at the end of the day, Kento comes home to you.
When he comes, it's with a loud moan and a shudder that runs through his entire body. He spills himself inside of you, right where he belongs.
But you don't let him stop. Again, you anchor your feet against the bed and fuck up against him. The squelch of his cum-covered cock socketing in and out of you again and again fills the room, as does his increasingly loud protests of overstimulation.
"Honey, honey," he grits out, but his hips still jolt into you. "Stop. It's... I'm sensitive. I'll finish you with my mouth."
"Sensitive already?" You pant. "You can usually take me for a few rounds... what, have you already come today or something?"
Something warring flashes in his eyes. Yeah.
"No," he groans, through it turns into more of a cry as you roll your hips up again and again. He could stop you if he really wanted — force your hips to still. "Course not. I just... please."
"Please what?"
His eyes meet yours. He looks almost frantic. "Stop. I don't know. Fuck."
"Come on, Kento," you moan, chasing your release. It's cresting. "Wanna milk you dry. Wanna make sure that when you stay late to fuck your mistress tomorrow, you've got nothing left to give her."
His eyes go wide. His jaw slackens, in shock or overstim you aren't sure, but the look on his face is something you've never seen him wear before. He licks his dry lips, tries to form any sort of argument in his favour, but you're so tight around him and he's still so fucking hard.
Maybe in an attempt to force his mind away from your words, he doubles down and pushes through the pain of overstimulation to crack his hips against yours. He practically splits you in half with the new depths he reaches, eyes locked onto your knowing ones as he fucks you deep and fast and panicked.
Your orgasm washes over you with more force than it has in a long time. You cry out, practically convulsing beneath him. Your thighs shake, back arches up off the bed to meet his body atop yours.
Your orgasm betrays your humility. You should never let him lay eyes on your body again, let alone chase another milking orgasm inside of you, but you do.
Being a bisexual teenage girl with literally any standards is so ass, my love life in the past two years has consisted of the following (in no particular order) :
one fellow bisexual woman, who was the kindest person I've ever met, but she was an exchange student & isn't coming back to America for the foreseeable future, & we don't talk much bc of the fourteen-hour time zone difference.
this fuck as white guy. his name brings me RAGE but he was way too pushy abt sex & when I said no, and made it clear no meant NO, he slept with one of my friends and tried to act like it was my fault.
a guy who was nice-ish. He was cute & tall, but he made weird jokes that would make me uncomfortable, and screamed at me on the school bus... THE SCHOOL BUS because I teased one of our friends and he felt the need to defend the other guy (I'm a crybaby and cried + the other guy had to tell him we were joking around so he'd stop losing his shit)
another guy who seemed nice at first, we even had a date planned. Until it came to my attention he somehow missed the memo tht I'm bisexual bc he gagged abt queer people and said he'd get too jealous of his gfs female friends if she was bi. ( + i wasn't told till after we stopped talking but he also made racist jokes at my friends expense)
one guy who told me I wasn't mixed bc i was too white passing, until I showed him a photo of my mom & he saw I was deadass js the pale version of her.
this one guy who I had a CRUSH on for like a week, I never told him. Still, one of our mutual friends told him (after I'd already gotten over him atp... weird asf on her part) and he tried to get with me, (i'd gotten to know him better. That's why I got over him. he was WEIRD.) and yk i rejected him js saying i didn't want to be in a relationship with anyone, and he absolutely lost his shit. nice guys always finish last type shit. RIGHT.
my middle school friend (I NEVER liked this man like that) he asked me out in middle school, we dated for THREE days, i dumped him & then we didn't talk for a lot of hs, he dated a lot of my friends, like enough tht it was WEIRD bro. and then last halloween i gave him a chance, and he spent the whole night flirting w/ me and shit js to find out HE WAS DATING MY COWORKER
(mind u, i moved away from the place he lived; he was my dealer, and while I haven't smoked weed in over a year I trust him not to lace his shit so if anyone asks I send them his way, including her) And he dumped her three times bc he thought i was going to go out with him.
let me make this so clear, he's weirder than he was in middle school. and i never entertained his delusions of getting with me after i found out he was trying to get with me while having a gf. The only reason he isn't blocked and ignored is bc he has smth of mine and i want it back.
This one guy who didn't like me back, which ok cool. Not evb going to be into me idc. BUT he was NINETEEN when i was SEVENTEEN snf he said I was too OLD for him. 🧍♀️BROTHER WHAT THE FUCK.
A former coworker of mine : and one of my close friends older brothers. WHEN I TELL U HE WAS FINEEEEEEE. it seemed like he like me back, he even held me to warm me up at work, but i mentioned i was a virgin & he started sleeping with our coworkers (2 or 3 actually but who's counting)
my neighbor. bad. ik. but he was cute (and he's like 6'4) but his family was so weird. SO weird. he's only about a year older than me, (i can admit i look a little young w/o makeup but literally what girl doesn't) and his parents thought i was TWELVE. (they're kinda on drugs tbh and never saw me up close, i think they assumed tht bc i'm like 5'4) but his mom (thimking i was 12 and her 18 yr old son was trying to date a 12 yr old) called me a whore. GIRL. that relationship very clearly ended soon after
one normal guy (THANK YOU GOD) he's a sweetheart but he's friends with the guy who cheated on me w/ my friend so yk. things probably aren't going to end up with a happy relationship.
that's all the memorable ones. but its genuinely heartbreaking the only one that was perfectly fine & normal, and PERFECT in every way i can perceive, had to leave me. I miss A every day frfr.
ty for reading all this if u made it here gng, I needed to rant bc holy shit my love life has been so ass. 🫶💌 also sorry for any typos! i deadass js wrote this in a frenzy while remember each of them
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[ Hoffman barely hesitates before starting the broadcast, quick to dispel what he deems an unworthy and quite worthless question. ]
I'm aware of the context of such a statement, and I am assuming that you're making a suggestion for future games.
I'm afraid that's not nearly as effective a punishment as you could imagine. Simple humiliation is a kids game compared to what really makes a person... re-evaluate their past decisions. The cruelty necessary to knock sense into someones thick cranium is much harsher.
However, those two things could be the same if your partner is on the reactive side and finds something... indicative... of bad behavior in its contents. They won't need to be a detective to figure that out. Now that would be a humiliating punishment, right? It's more convenient for myself if your poor decision-making brings consequences quicker.
In other words, your concept lacks substance. Get more creative.
Recently got an anon, and I don’t know exactly if it was a request, or even if this is exactly how they meant this. But I got inspired by it, so here’s a snippet of the fucked incest piece I’m working on.
Triggering content below the cut! Tw: incest and cheating!
“Shhh… don’t wake your mother baby…”
A hand presses over her mouth, silencing her soft little moans. The wet, sloppy, sounds of his cock slowly craving out her tight eighteen year old pussy filling the room.
This was reckless.
His wife, her mother, was laying right there, and yet here he was. Screwing another woman, his own daughter, right next to her in the same bed. All because she wanted to see if they could really get away with it. What kinda logic is that?
