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lumineary-arts · 10 months ago
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HEADS UP!!! DIGITAL CIRCUS ANIMATIC COMING YOUR WAY!!! I know I've been a little away from tumblr for a while, but I hooope to my Digital Circus people at least this makes up for it!! Every time I listen to "The Greatest Show", I always have this very specific AU in my brain. It kept poking me in the head man, I had to get it out there.
[Audio from "The Greatest Showman!"] YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c16GKK9789c
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corestringsarchiver · 4 days ago
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we need. gaster x player fusion or player possesing gaster. or maybe half-half soul. for the vessel. as a treat.
I'D LOVE TO.
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I HOPE I DELIVERED!!!
I ALSO APOLOGISDE FOR ANY SPELLING ERRORS
IM TIRED...
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spryndel · 2 months ago
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Consequence of Hasty Deals
Summary: Simon "Ghost" Riley finds you in his- and Johnny's but mostly his- house upon his return after the apocalypse. Safe to say he isn't happy about it, but there's not much he can do considering you made a deal with Johnny.
Simon "Ghost" Riley, Single Dad!reader, post-apocalyptic AU,
CW: threats, crude language, Presence of a gun, Semi-casual mentions of death
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In all honesty, Simon had thought the apocalypse- if it ever happened- would be a lot more loud and in-your-face than it turned out to be.
The damn thing was quiet as death when it came. A pretty good comparison to make, considering death- or more accurately, undeath- is what the infection brought. Silent, slow, at first, but not invisible once it'd taken over a good portion of North America and started to spread to the rest of the world.
No one saw it coming, no one could have. It was fast after the first few infected, faster than anyone would've predicted. Simon blamed the big cities for that. Everyone was so close together and packed into boxes so graciously called apartment buildings, he was surprised the takeover wasn't faster. It took merely four months, and most of the world was overrun by infected. Little to nowhere was safe, and moving around was something that could get you killed more often than not.
The silence was one of the worst things. You'd think the apocalypse would be deafening, obvious, a surefire symbol that it's the end of the world and you might as well face it, but no. The infection took over in the shadows. Starting in the slums and working its way up until survivors were few and far between. Until fleeting hope was replaced with the instinct to do anything to survive.
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It'd been eight months since the world had declared a state of emergency. Six since the last of the world leaders went into hiding to escape the infection. Three since Simon had left the base he and the rest of 141 had holed up in with the plan to check on Johnny who had left a couple weeks before him. One since the last few of the infected- at least in the UK- had crumbled to dust.
It wasn't hard to get home to the old farmhouse that he'd bought for when he was on leave. He usually shared it with Johnny, but he doubted the Scot was there now. It was too quiet for Johnny to be there, first of all. Second of all, Simon had the make of Johnny's traps memorized and the ones he was currently side-stepping and barely avoiding were anyone but Johnny's. The porch steps groaned beneath his weight as he stepped across them, definitely loud enough to alert any close listeners, but he doesn't care. He could defend himself well enough if someone tried to attack or sneak up on him. He crosses the porch in silence and stops beneath the kitchen window, making sure to keep himself ducked at the perfect angle so as to not be seen.
Someone was in the house. He could hear you shuffling around in the kitchen- his kitchen. He didn't know who you were, but he knew one thing for certain. He was not about to let you get away with trespassing on his property and settling down to squat in his home. He lifts himself up to a semi-crouched position, stood up enough to peer through the window without the risk of getting spotted. His eyes search the kitchen for a long moment before they finally find you, who he's quick to analyze.
Male, scruffy-looking and somewhat on the short side. Somewhat on edge too, considering the efficient and sharp way you move around the kitchen. That's all Simon needs to get a read on you, his eyes narrowing as he scans for any weapons in the room. There's knives, obviously, but no signs of a gun or other weapons. Probably somewhere else in the house, you didn't look the type to be without some form of defense nearby.
"Papa, Papa!" The shrill voice of a child makes Simon's eyes snap back to the center of the kitchen. A little girl- no older than four or five by the looks of it- stands proudly, holding up a tattered piece of paper that looks to have some sort of messily colored picture on it. You cross the kitchen over to her and crouch down, smiling, giving her a pat on the head. You're her father then, Simon concludes. Though how you'd managed to survive while taking care of a child when the world when to shit, he'd never know.
"It looks good Lacey, go hang it up on the fridge eh?" Simon's snapped out of his thoughts when you speak, eyes darting to you briefly before shifting to follow the girl- Lacey- as she obediently scurries to the fridge and pins the paper up with one of the fridge magnets. He resists the urge to snort. It was almost ironic, how normal the moment looked despite the fact that the world outside was anything but. It'd be almost sweet if Simon weren't still pissed about a trespasser setting up shop in his house.
He slips away from the window, stepping backwards as he shifts across the porch and around to the back door. He tests the handle, finding it unlocked. Simon grins. This was almost too easy. He lets himself in slowly, making sure the door doesn't creak, and then slowly makes his way through the house towards the kitchen. He stays hidden when he finally gets there, staying in the shadows of the hall and watching you with your daughter.
He's gracious enough to wait until the kid leaves the room before he steps out of the shadows, gun raised and trained at your head.
"You have three minutes to tell me why the hell you're in my house before I decide to give you a permanent piercing through the skull." He spits out, his tone flat as he approaches.
You freeze, body stiff as your head swivels around so you can look at him. He resists the temptation of grinning at the shock that passes across your face. Your hands raise automatically, showing no weapons, but he only gives them a brief glance before cocking his gun. "Well then? Out with it." His voice is sharp now, laced with the annoyance still stuck in his chest. He doesn't have time for you to drag this out, he wants answers and he wants them immediately.
"We just-" You start, hesitating as your eyes drift to where Lacey went before a click of the gun gets your attention back on Simon. "We stumbled 'cross here trying to make it to Fort Maclan. Lost my travel partner on the way, had to stop somewhere to recover. Scottish bloke let us in here, told us we were free to stay-"
"Scottish bloke?" Simon tilts his head, eyes narrowing. Either you were bluffing or Johnny'd actually set up camp at the farmhouse instead of heading back to his Ma's place. Simon was more inclined to the former.
"Yeah" comes the answer, along with a shift backwards. You were trying to shift yourself away from him and towards the door. Smart, but not quick enough to complete. "You stay right where the fuck you are." Simon's finger steadies over the trigger of the gun, ready to fire a warning shot if you even twitched the wrong way. "Describe him. The Scottish guy, you apparently got the go-ahead from" You stare back, eyes more on the gun than him. He could see your jaw tense, as if you were weighing your options of bolting. After a minute, with you still not moving, he grunts. "Not waiting all day for an answer y'know." "Tall." the words fall easily out of you. Good, that gave him less trouble. "Real fucking tall. Brown hair, blue eyes, mohawk. Why, you reckon you know him?"
It's a brief description, but it's enough for him to recognize that you're pretty much describing Johnny. A frustrated sigh leaves Simon's lips, his eye twitching. "Sure, sorta. He gave you the go-ahead to stick 'round here?" "Made a deal with us, yeah." you nod
Simon's brow furrows. So you weren't just sticking around for the heck of it, you had a deal going on. Didn't do much to make the situation better, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious as to why the fuck Johnny let some stranger into the house. "What kind of deal."
You flinch at the harshness of his voice but it's not like he gives a shit. Good, be scared. It gave him an advantage, even if he couldn't hurt you. At least not yet. "Small one. Not much, just my helping around the place in exchange for the roof over our heads. Placing traps, cooking, basic shit like that" You grit out, trying to look intimidating despite really looking almost like a fox about to run off with its tail between its legs. "Help in exchange for lodging" Simon muses over the words, narrowing his eyes at you, then lets his gun arm lower slightly. If Johnny did make a deal with you, Simon couldn't just up and shoot you. Besides, you didn't seem like much of a threat. Too jumpy and uncertain for that, looks like Johnny'd kept you on somewhat of a tight leash around the place. "Where's he now, then?"
"Went out scavenging for supplies. Headed out this morning, took a truck." Comes your quiet- almost squeaky- reply. Your eyes stay trained on the gun in his hand, as if taking your eyes off it would mean a bullet between the eyes. "Should be back in a few hours." Simon nods. No need in checking the truth of your statement, the unlocked back door spoke enough to say Johnny'd probably left with the intent to come back quickly. Still, he wasn't about to trust you as far as he could throw you. Even if it looked like he could throw you pretty damn far.
"Right. I can wait 'till then." he muses, leaning back against the wall behind him even as his eyes stay trained on you. He's aware of Lacey peeking around the corner at him with wide eyes, but he's more focused on making sure you make no funny business. "But if you try anything, no guarantees that I'll nice and gentleman-like about it."
You nod mutely, shoulders still tense, and go back to quietly working at whatever you'd been doing before Simon had first spotted you. He stays leaning against the wall, eyes kept on you at almost all times. Not that he wanted to watch you, no, but he knew better than to blindly trust you to stay compliant until Johnny came back.
It was about to be a long few hours of waiting. Luckily, Simon's a patient man.
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yourdarlingness · 1 year ago
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Genderfriends ✦ a gender system is related to having [X] and [Y] as friends; sees [X] and [Y] as friends; feel like [X] and [Y] could be friends; where you are (a/an/the) [X] while your friend is (a/an/the) [Y] or vice versa; where you are (a/an/the) [X] and wanted a friend who is (a/an/the) [Y]; similar vibes as [X] and [Y] being friends; etc.
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 ✱ : Separate layers ... link
 ✱ : Flag ID template ... link
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 ✱ : It doesn't have to be strictly two different motifs, it could be the same motifs, example: vampfriends (vampire + vampire)
 ✱ : Motifs can include animals, mythical creatures, characters, even plants.
PLEASE see my to-do list in the "keep reading"
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 ✱ : To ~ do list for this flag
reaghostfriends (grim reaper + ghost)
deangelfriends (demon + angel)
seanjellyfriends (sea angel + jellyfish)
dogcatfriends (dog + cat)
zombonefriends (zombie + skeleton)
suincufriends (succubus + incubus)
vampfriends (vampire + vampire)
gumwifriends (gumball + darwin)
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starlitfrenzy · 4 months ago
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// Small infodump <3
My goofy ahh DW OC I've had since like July of last year but never made public till now. Very much inspired by Sir Leonard Looney from Raggedy Ann, from a personality standpoint. His name is Amok :)
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He predates the Looey and Yatta updates so he kinda clashes with them both in terms of purpose, but I just made it so that he's their troupe leader, maybe the circus is much bigger than just 3 Toons in as well? His personality is a lot like Yatta's, actually. I think the 3 canon troupe members see him like a really cool mentor. He also really enjoys making crafts and toys, which is neat.
I ship him with Dandy and Bobette, if that's anything hahah. The craft siblings and Rudie are basically their kids in this context.
I have intentions of using him for a much bigger project (a DW AU) that's probably gonna end up on TikTok, so maybe I'll talk about it here. We'll see
(Transparent reference under the cut)
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butchboromir · 2 months ago
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never use gel for your mohawk it is a MISTAKE. you will think oh surely this time it will work. but it WONT
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me4ttzar · 1 year ago
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miss laura palmer...
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“So, mobs is short for mobsters, because obviously in this game our primary enemy is the Italian mafia. Uh, I keep asking them to add the Yakuza, but that’s like a whole separate thing apparently."
- Joe of the Hills variety, Bonus snow day Vault Hunters stream! 1:25:07
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standing-restart · 10 days ago
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Hello everyone! I've been thinking a lot about making a comeback lately, and I feel as if the stars are aligned finally.
Everything in the inbox has been deleted for a fully fresh start, and I might make the choice to release claimed emojis and make them up for grabs again (of course you are more than welcome to send a message to make sure yours will stay exactly where it is!)
The inbox is open, and we're gearing up for a revival of the horny!
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hirazuki · 4 months ago
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Man, accidentally reawakening a hyperfixation and getting temporarily sucked into it, only to be slapped in the face by news of a "rEBoOT."
2025 just keeps on giving.
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tired-and-triggered · 6 months ago
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I'm back! Happy New Year to all my mutuals, followers & everyone who sees this!!! 🎉🎊 Wishing you a peaceful, prosperous, safe, and joyous 2025! 💗
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psycho-net2000 · 2 years ago
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@Psycho-net.com
Status: Online
Greetings, fellow humans. My name is Chloe Barge. You may know me from a few articles in true psychic tales magazine, or from my work on the latest Psycho-location satellite. I am here to tell those of you seeing this, that for a limited time we are having this special email put out in the open for all of you to see. I am happy to announce that you can send me and my lab partner you may have heard of, Razputin Aquato,questions using this special email!
Questions of any kind and anyone are welcome, but please keep in mind that this is a business email, so remember to keep things professional. Also, emails may or may not be monitored.
(Pfp by @borderlineseaweed :D)
Alright everyone, you heard the lady! I've got this sideblog up for all of yall to ask some questions as if you were in the AU itself! I thought it'd be kind of fun!
Here, you'll be able to ask future Chloe and Raz questions, see some art and comics, and wips/behind the scenes to some of said art and comics!
Alright now for some rules and stuff for this blog:
If you want, you can ask questions as your own OC(s) and for fun, you can make up a fun little email for them using the "@psycho-net.com!" Keep in mind it's a made up email, and you just put your OC's email name in front of it and then put in your ask underneath it.
You can ask questions as if you're referring to comics or recent events! Example: "Hey, is it true you fought and befriended a mutant lung fish? Or was that just and exaggeration to fill up the magazine?" Remeber to get creative! :)
Won't do prompts or role-play scenarios/requests. These are supposed to be as if the characters are answering emails and not actually interacting with irl people.
I won't answer any asks that have "magic" or bring things into reality like food, gifts, etc. It's not that kind of blog, and as stated before, it's supposed to be just answering emails.
As Chloe said earlier, keep things professional! Any asks that make me uncomfortable to answer, or arent relevant to the blog will be ignored. If you have questions non relevant about the blog, please refer to me, Mod Doodle (@doodle17).
Some asks will get answered with text, images, or both! If I see a question I want to answer with images more than words, then I'll answer with drawings. If I see one that I think would be easier for me to write then that's what I'll do. But it'll mostly depend on whether or not I'm able to access my computer for illustrations (or if I'm too excited about the question to draw anything and want to answer right away)
If you have a specific question for Chloe, Raz, or both, please state it in the ask! If not, then I'll choose who answers it. So if you want a certain person to answer, please refer to them!
In case you're still wondering, you can ask them anything! About their coworkers, family, jobs, friends, stories, etc.
Thats all I've got for now! I'm gonna refrain from answering any asks until December-ish, while I get some things together... I just really wanted to get this out because I've been working on it for like- a week and was itching to show it off
Until then, feel free to send your questions now! And yes, you can ask more than one question
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torgawl · 1 year ago
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someone's back but it's not nobara
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tired-and-triggered · 2 years ago
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I just hope I'll have a lucky year ahead. 🤞🤞 Let 2024 be a lucky year for me! ✨
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theteaisaddictive · 6 months ago
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71% of the way through and after a long slog of a middle section butter is finally starting to pick up the fucking stakes again. i’m enjoying it, but there was a hell of a lot of back-and-forth and philosophical musings on how women interact in contemporary japanese society that i feel like could either have been condensed or better melded with the subtext??
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rawjutsu · 30 days ago
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happy father’s day?!
pairing: baby daddy toji x reader
cw: piv sex, oral (m receiving), facefucking, creampie, baby trapping idk, toji calls himself daddy
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you hate pulling into his driveway.
every time you do, your stomach knots—equal parts dread, equal parts that sick, twisted kind of anticipation. the kind you don’t want to unpack in therapy.
you tap your fingers on the steering wheel, eyes flicking to the front door. nothing.
it’s 6pm on the dot. you texted him twice this morning. no response.
of course.
you climb out of the car, flip-flops slapping the warm concrete, and knock on the front door harder than necessary. your purse is slung over your shoulder, your phone in your other hand, half-ready to start cussing this man out.
finally, the door swings open.
and there he is.
toji fucking fushiguro.
sweatpants riding low on his hips, gray and thin enough to leave nothing to the imagination. no shirt. hair tousled like he just woke up. or like he just got finished doing something he had no business doing.
he leans on the doorframe like he’s posing for a calendar shoot. that smug little tilt of his lips already working your nerves.
"yo."
"where is he?" you ask flatly, brushing past him into the house.
toji shrugs. “outside. down at the park.”
you turn sharply. "seriously? i told you i was picking him up at six."
he flops onto the couch, scratching his abs. "guess i forgot."
"jesus, toji." you toss your bag by the door, hands on your hips, irritation radiating off you in waves. "you couldn't even be bothered to walk two feet and get him back here?"
“relax,” he drawls. “he’s fine. he’ll be back any minute.”
you glare at him. the worst part is that he looks good. disgustingly good. even his voice pisses you off in that low, rough-around-the-edges way that used to sound so pretty in your ear when you were laid up under him.
you're trying not to think about it. about how his thighs look spread like that. about the vein in his forearm. about how many times you’ve straddled him right there on that same couch.
“don’t got anything to say to me?” he asks, lifting an eyebrow.
you blink. “excuse me?”
toji grins. “aren’t you forgettin’ something?”
you deadpan. “what, like common sense?”
he just chuckles. “no. like a happy father’s day.”
you scoff. loudly. “there’s a reason you’re my baby daddy and not a husband, toji. you don’t get holidays from me.”
“ouch.” he pats his chest, fake-wounded. “you breakin’ my heart.”
you cross your arms. “you don’t have one.”
his smirk widens. “nah, i just gave it to you. right before you gave me a kid.”
your stomach flutters. you hate how fast that line hits. you roll your eyes instead of punching him—or worse, climbing into his lap.
toji’s eyes drag down your frame like he’s not even trying to be subtle.
“you look good,” he says low. “didn’t say that yet.”
“you can keep it.”
“but you took the compliment,” he mutters, voice dropping. “just like you’d take this dick if i gave it to you again.”
that heat rushes straight to your core. you fight it. fight it hard.
“don’t start,” you say.
“why not? you were the one always talkin’ all big—sayin’ you could have me whenever you wanted.”
you shrug. “still true.”
“oh yeah?” he leans forward, forearms braced on his knees, voice teasing and taunting. “then show me.”
you pause.
you shouldn’t be here.
and yet here you are on your knees in his living room with his dick in your mouth, your hair tugged into a messy little fist at the back of your neck, and your lipgloss smeared halfway to your cheek.
"shit, that mouth—" toji grunts, hips bucking, cock heavy and wet against your tongue. "s’like it missed me."
you glare up at him, eyes watering. your jaw already aches, spit dripping down your chin. he’s deep in your throat, dragging along your tongue every time he pulls back just enough to hear you gag.
"fuck—fuck—yeah, that’s it," he growls. "open wide for daddy."
you moan around him. involuntary. and that’s all the encouragement he needs.
he grabs both sides of your head now. uses you. not just fucking your mouth—facefucking you. balls slapping your chin, tip slamming into the back of your throat, heavy grunts dropping down on your flushed face like you're his favorite little toy again.
"mmph—mmph—fuck, baby—"
you feel his cock throb just a second before it happens.
his grip tightens, holds your head flush against his pelvis, buried so deep in your throat that your nose is pressed against his abs.
he cums like that. loud. messy. mean. hot and thick, spilling straight down your throat, and he stays there—makes sure you take every drop.
when he finally pulls out, it’s slow and sticky with spit, your mouth left wide open and messy. a string of cum-drenched drool falls from your lips to your chest.
"damn," he laughs, wiping your chin with his thumb, cock twitching even though he just finished. “you really love father’s day, huh?”
you try to glare. try to sass back. but your voice is hoarse and your face is slick and flushed and—god—he’s already pulling you up by the waist.
"nah, don’t even try to run your mouth now," he mutters, dragging your shorts down and tossing them somewhere over the couch. "you started this."
you're shoved face-first into the cushions before you can speak. he doesn’t even bother lining up—just slides two spit-slick fingers through your folds and chuckles.
"drippin’ like you liked that shit."
he pushes in, just enough to make you twitch. "you gettin’ off on suckin’ dick now, huh?"
"toji—" you gasp, but he’s already flipping you onto your back and spreading your legs. no teasing this time. no slow grind.
just him, cock already hard again, shoving in to the hilt.
"that’s it," he grits, hand on your thigh. "took the whole thing in your throat and you’re still this fuckin’ tight?"
you claw at the carpet. moaning, writhing, already too sensitive. you shouldn’t be this wet—shouldn’t want more when you just swallowed him whole—but his cock hits deep and mean, dragging along every nerve inside you like he’s reclaiming it.
"toji—fuck—slow down—"
"nah." he grabs your hips, pins them down. pounds into you. “you get that mouth fucked and now you want it slow? too fucking bad.”
he lifts your leg over his shoulder. bites down on your calf. fucks you like it’s revenge—like he’s been holding a grudge since the last time you swore you’d never come back.
"so fuckin' messy," he groans, watching your slick soak into the carpet. "you hear that shit? s’like this pussy’s been waitin’ for me.”
you’re already close. it’s too much—his cock, his voice, the stretch, the pressure, the way your brain is mush and your thighs are trembling and—
“you wanna cum?” he pants. “go on then. fuckin’ cum for me.”
and you do.
loud. shaking. back arched off the floor as your pussy clamps around him and your orgasm rolls out hard and ugly.
he doesn’t stop.
he keeps fucking you through it. slapping into you so hard the couch creaks. until you’re twitching and whimpering and drooling again.
“you’re mine,” he grunts. “this pussy? fuckin’ mine.”
you’re too fucked-out to argue.
“you know what?” he hisses, thrusts sloppy now. “gonna put another one in you. knock you up again. maybe then you’ll stop actin’ like you don’t still want me.”
you moan weakly. your legs don’t even work anymore.
“gonna fill you up,” he growls. “keep my fuckin’ cum in you ‘til it takes.”
and then he cums again—harder than the first time. deep and hot and heavy, flooding your insides with a growl that rumbles in his chest.
he stays there, still buried deep. doesn’t move. doesn’t even pull out.
just leans over you, panting into your shoulder, breath hot on your neck.
“…happy father’s day to me,” he mutters, and you swear he sounds proud of himself.
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