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angelatsumu · 6 months
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thinking of husband!simon who can't get enough of making you cum. nsfw under the cut. | husband!simon, overstimulation (kinda), fingering
“surely you can give me another, lovie” your husband taunts you, eyes peering at your reflection in the mirror. he’s got your legs spread for him, trapped under his own legs as his fingers—middle and ring—find themselves curled deep within your cunt. he’s smirking at you teasingly while your head’s rested against his shoulder. normally he hates when your eyes break contact with his, but today he allows your brief reprieve from his gaze because he’s feeling generous. truthfully speaking, he knows he’ll be asking for ‘just one more’ at least two more times before you’re boneless before him. your lover curls his fingers along the spongy cushion buried within your walls, prodding the soft material with a coy grin splayed across his features. his eyes are sharp as he watches your hips wriggle against the assault in a weak attempt to free yourself. he’s feeling generous, so he lets that silly little action go unpunished. he figures he’ll tax you for each offense; give him one more for his troubles, sweet girl. you whine at the intoxicating thrusts of his digits against you, body overheating as the coil within your abdomen winds tight. the sounds of your squelching cunt makes your cheeks heat with embarrassment, only worsened with the teasing lilt of your husband’s filthy words in your ear. “doin’ so good for me, sweet girl. ‘s almost too much isn’t it, baby?” he sounds like pure sin, panting as though the sheer feel of your cunt squeezing his fingers would do him in. you both know it would; your lover could cum with the sheer feel of your cunt spasming around his tongue, let alone his fingers. he’s hard against your ass, and each wiggle and writhe of your sweet hips making him grunt deeply against your skin. the tightening in your cunt alongside the soft moans of his name let your lover know you’re so close to the edge, so close that you can practically already taste it. he knows, and he makes sure you reach that peak quicker by circling your hard, throbbing clit with his thumb. “oh, sweet girl,” your husband coos at you as your orgasms crests, leaving you trembling in his grasp. Simon’s a bit cruel with the way he thrusts his fingers harder against that sweet spot while spewing filthily in your ear. it’s too much, always too much when he’s this sexy and all yours before him. as you ride out your orgasm, he coaxes you into rocking your hips against his thick fingers. “ride my hand baby, watch yourself ride my fuckin’ hand,” he moans in your ear, free hand gripping your jaw and forcing your gaze to your reflection in the mirror. the sight is enough to have your cunt squeezing his fingers so tight he could barely move, huffs and whines slipping from your pretty lips while he continues his assault on your overstimulated cunt. “please, Si” you whimper with warmed cheeks, eyes pleadingly looking into his own. he lets out a gruff groan, relishing in the tears that speckle your lash line. “just one more,”he lies to you, and you whimper softly knowing it’d be far more than one before you were done.
a/n: rbs + likes greatly appreciated. also, taking requests. also also, if you'd like the insanely long (and kinda fanon/self-indulgent) oneshot i wrote for halloween!simon, lmk
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jatlokgwo · 20 days
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just the part with n and nuzi :3
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riluoguo · 22 days
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fighting for my life to draww robin and sunday but the bird/song thing is good so far :3
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dice-nagito-ace · 1 year
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yall know how Time Loop AUs usually drive the ones being inflicted insane?
what if i told you i had an AU where it accidentally gives Komaeda therapy, like i'm not talking about the normal time loops, i'm talking about the ones with Yggdrassil or however you spell it.
note, the Anchor isn't Komaeda bc if he was, the timeline would collapse considering he dies canonically and a dead Anchor isn't really good with, you know, anchoring the timeline.
no, the Anchor is still Hajime, he's just not aware of it bc he doesn't remember yet, this is set during the NWP, so he hasn't been informed of Kamukura yet.
the thing is, the storyline keeps looping when Komaeda dies, and from then on it's a journey on figuring out a way to continue forward into this loop, work through his emotions towards everyone in the island and having to deal with his luck sometimes going haywire.
because now, death isn't an option for him, he won't stay dead, time repeats and ough, he has to live now, he has to if he wants the loop to continue, there was a glitch in the timeline, he wasn't supposed to be the one Aware first, he just got lucky (or is it bad luck?)
the funny part is, this means he has to actually get to know the other islanders to the best of his ability because he needs to figure out what to do, because even if he didn't start the murders, someone would—
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misterspet · 1 year
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pup / ellie • 23
i adore older dads n married men ♡ dream is to become a lonely older man's special girl n for him to be my dad. fav age range is 35-48
few limits, you can dm me just about anything :3
autistic!
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pup-rory · 1 day
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I got the day off work after training this morning and I am just scrolling through tumblr so fucking horny but mistress doesn't let me do anything without their permission and they are still at work🥺
I gotta be a dumb horny puppy with my face shoved into one of their shirts all alone I guess
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lost my apple pencil and my ipad is on its last leg so i finally ordered myself a drawing tablet soon i will be making silly little doodles again
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angelatsumu · 18 days
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secrecy. [j. price]
in which captain price denies his love for you publicly, and that doesn't go over well.
cw: angst (a tiny bit...like it's a little hurtful), SMUT, minors kick rocks DNI, price called daddy but is very switch/sub here, knife play, afab!reader, sorta toxic behavior (don't deny your spouse for a bit of approval with your friends bro), blood play a tiny bit, riding, overstimulation, not proofread
“there’s simply nothing worth settling down for lads. end of discussion.” your teeth met the inside of your cheek to stave off the grimace that fought to surface. your lover, the man you called your husband, had the audacity to allow such foolishly indignant words slip from his liquor laced tongue. the gall of the man who’d insisted you make him the happiest man on earth, the one who’d spent hours practicing his speech in the mirror, was something you’d found quite unexpected. to allow such insanity slip from those precious lips you kissed every morning was far more than an insult to your heart; it broke your pride. you’d pridefully and proudly called yourself the captain’s wife, head held higher than it had been before the silly ring on your finger. it was one thing to keep your marriage a secret—that you two had agreed upon—but to admonish your place in his heart? that was unmistakably cruel. your eyes met your lover’s as the men seemed to light-up at his words, applauding him for his dedication to the taskforce and military business. the display only made you want to revolt even more.
the drive home was quiet. normally you’d pretend to be a bit too drunk so that price could pretend to chivalrously take you to your apartment, but tonight you felt no need for such a foolish charade. there was simply no scent for your fellow task force members to follow because john had snuffed out that flame with his foolish banter. you sat bitterly brewing in your misery, flames of wicked jealousy licking at your heels with each passing moment. john could feel it radiating from you, the air too thick for him to swallow as he pridefully refused to concede and beg for forgiveness. the sheer thought of your husband standing by his bravado-littered statements covered you in a figurative sheen of vengeance. you were desperate for the opportunity to right him, to make him eat every little word he’d muttered. you had half the mind roll out of the moving car right this moment, but you decided against such reckless antics. instead, you’d decided to kickstart his own descent into delirium. there was nothing more tantalizing to your husband than making love to you, and perhaps that is where your edge lied.
the sight below you was gloriously sinful. your lover with flushed cheeks and tear-speckled eyes, precious blade of your combat knife nestled just beneath his jaw. your hand could slip and it would bring scarlet red droplets to the surface, giving him a closer shave than he’d bargained for. he knew this, and the thought made his cock stir inside your velvety walls. with each teasing roll of your hips a whimper fled john’s lips, soft pleas for your mercy. his eyes glistened at you as though you hung the stars, just as they were designed to. pressing the knife’s blade ever-so-lightly, you lifted your hips high enough that only the tip remained encased in your plush cunt. the action causes your husband’s brows to knit together as you hover there with the cruelest scowl you can manage. “please, love. ‘m sorry, daddy’s sorry,” he all but whimpers, hips stirring before halting at the feel liquid running down the side of his neck. you scoff at him, eyes narrowing as you lean closer to the object of your affection. your lips hover above his, breath fanning over his skin. “yeah? daddy’s sorry, hm?” he nods eagerly, knicking himself again in dumb desire to please you. you dip your head into the crook of his neck, deft tongue licking a stripe along the path of the stray droplet of blood. the action of ownership leaves your husband dizzy as an uncontrolled whimper leaves his lips. you hum, wicked grin pulling at your lips as you plop yourself down onto him. the fat of your ass claps against his thighs, and your head falls back at the feeling of being so full. you groan, rolling your hips forward just enough to catch your clit on the ridge of his pelvis. john’s hands instinctively move to clutch your hips, and you tut at him amusedly.
your cunt was driving john to insanity, and you weren’t too far behind him. the pace you’d set was increasingly tiring, but your abdomen continued to be set aflame with carnal desire. the clap of your ass against your husband’s lap resounded through the room as you fucked yourself—and him—stupid on his girthy length. orgasm after orgasm had rushed over the two of you, yet your desire for more never wavered. your grip on your beloved knife had since loosened enough that there was no true threat, though the thrill remained. your husband was beautifully fucked beneath you, lip quivering as his eyes struggled to stay open. your tight heat felt torturous, the sensation of your walls griping him like a vice bringing him to tears. your eyes intently glared down at your man, as much as you could while being fucked open. “can’t take anymore, love,” your husband whimpers, hands gripping your hips harshly as he weakly attempted to slow your movements. you huffed at him, hand moving to grip his jaw and force his gaze to yours. your gaze made his cock stir inside your plushy cunt. “you can take it,” you spat at him, squeezing his jaw at the hinges to force his mouth open. without thought you spat into your lover’s mouth, riding him with more tenacity as you felt your high approaching. “oh fuck,” he whined, head falling back from your gasp as you milked him for his last orgasm of the night. “you look at me when I fucking cum, and you remember who you settled down with, john,” you scold him, tugging on his dog tags to force him to meet your view again. the sight before you was picture worthy, pitiful fucked out captain gazing at you like you hung the stars in the sky; to him, you did. your orgasm swept you in a vicious wave of euphoria, thighs trembling as you moaned softly over your lover. the cant of your hips slows as you ride out your high, sweat-coated body leaning to press flush against his. john sighs, arms wrapping around you as he babbles apologies into your chest and neck. “never mean’ it, never say it again” he babbles softly, and you’re certain some of his brain oozed out from his ears with how thoroughly you’ve fucked him. with a sigh you untangle yourself from him, peering softly into his beautiful eyes before leaning to pepper kisses along his face. “i love you, John. thank you for letting me have this,” you hum softly. truly he could’ve called off the whole encounter, but he allowed you this relief. oh, what a lover you have.
likes + coments + rbs always appreciated <3 thx
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jatlokgwo · 30 days
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BOOPING CONQUERING
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123puppy · 4 days
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Im getting through a small side project with my Hazbin Hotel oc (not the rabbit XD) but I am also trying to figure out how to draw Alastor in a way Im comfortable with so he wont have too big changes other than having a turtleneck shirt, bc I like drawing those haha
I'm also trying to find my sketchbook with my Alastor concepts so I can submit a possible art dump of doodles I did last week and the week before and so on. I wasn't lying when I say I draw A LOT, I just don't show the ugly doodles :3
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riluoguo · 26 days
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i take requests for art and userboxes!!! :3 (i prefer genshin or murder drones for drawing and i dont do nsfw!!!) you can also send me things to archive!!
@jatlokgwo <- for if you want to see my art and me being insane ^^
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dice-nagito-ace · 1 year
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man Komaeda's name interests me so much, to the best of my ability, i've translated his name to this, so take it with a grain of salt but
Komaeda Nagito (狛枝 凪斗)
Koma - either means the Lion-Dogs you see at shrines, therefore meaning guardians OR it's referencing the Goryeo dynasty in Korea which was known for "unification"
Eda - branch; bow; bough; twig; limb; taken from "the cat hid among the branches"
Nagi - calm (at sea) or lull; taken from "after a storm comes a calm"
To - southern dipper aka The Black Tortoise/Xuanwu in Chinese or Genbu in Japanese; symbolizes good fortune and longevity in both cultures
why am i analyzing his name? honestly my hyper fixation knows no bounds
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angelatsumu · 1 year
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i want lavernius tucker to sp*t in my mouth
i want washington of project freelancer to collar me
fuck y’all if you disagree
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jatlokgwo · 23 days
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serial designation n save me serial designation n
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cosmicwhoreo · 9 months
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Can I interest you in some guppy Black Pearl art in these trying timez? (with a hint of Grand Reef Cookie, of course!)
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believe it or not, I had these doodled before the update! Granted, bp was colored slightly different than now, but it's easy to fix that with pixels~! Frankly my ideas on how my shining grandpapa Grand Reef haven't changed much! In fact, I think the conformation that bp has (or had) sisters helps me! All that really changed is that merbabies leave the reef at a certain age to go with their pod of siblings to their kingdom and be a good citizen or whatnot-
AND BECAUSE I'M ME~
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Yes, I know logistically there is no way in HELL these two would have ever met as kids; But that's what AUs are fooooooooor~~~~ SO SHUSHH
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alexpdcl · 2 months
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y'all ever think about them and feel a little warm and runny inside
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