#🥩 anon

[ihfmseatsoch]

Happy new year!!!!! I hope your new year is good!!! To start the new year off, would it be okay to request something softer with Jimmy? Dubcon of course with the reader topping and giving Jimmy soft praise to where he starts crying? Like he has a mommy kink and he unravels when he gets gentle sex?

-🥩

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! 😁🎉 ermm i went a little crazy with this one. i love jimmy best when hes nice and pathetic

genre: smut, angst

word count: 3.6k

fem!reader

warnings/content: porn with a lot of feelings, heavy self deprecation, jimmy has mommy issues, mentions of parental abuse and drug addiction, mommy kink, sub jimmy, ooc maybe but IDC!!!!!

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"Fuck are you doin'?"

Jimmy mutters, and you're unsure if he's confused, or upset. He makes the same expression for either emotion.

You're sat on his lap, straddling his hips while your fingers tenderly brush his hair back, raking them through the surprisingly soft strands. It's surprising, because he only uses that two-in-one shit from the dollar store.

"What do you mean?" You say, not really paying any attention to his usual snark.

He leans into your touch, almost like a cat; seeming to enjoy your attention, but there's a chance he may get sick of it in a split second and bite your hand. Still, he craves physical touch just as much as the next person, even if he'd never admit that to anyone, including himself. It's stupid, he thinks, to be that vulnerable. To crave something like a loving touch or a warm hug. It's corny.

He scoffs at your question, but it’s more lighthearted than anything. "I’m talking about you being all… lovey-dovey on me. You tryin' to butter me up for somethin'?"

You shake your head 'no', with a gentle smile. It's not like buttering him up would result in anything in the first place. Usually, if you really do want something, he'll complain and accuse you of being spoiled. Although, there's a 50% chance that if you give him a blowjob first, he'll be slightly more agreeable.

"Nope. Nothing like that. Am I not allowed to love you?" You press a kiss to his forehead, and you receive a quiet grumble from him in response. Jim's trying desperately to maintain his usual grumpy demeanor, but he's failing. He hates that you can get him like this, how you can make the all-consuming ache in his body dissipate with a squeeze of his hand or a kiss to his temple. Jimmy can never just accept that he wants your affection, but you can tell that he doesn't mind it one bit, even if he continuously acts like he wants you as far away from him as possible.

"Shut up…” He hesitates for a moment, clearly debating his next words. “I didn’t say you couldn’t… do that…” Jimmy mumbles, and his hand snakes around your waist, keeping you in place on his lap, giving your hip a tentative squeeze. "You don't have to be sappy about it."

"Being in love with you is sappy?"

You ask, holding both sides of his face in your hands, his coarse stubble scratching your thumbs as they caress his cheeks, feeling every groove of his protruding cheekbones. Every inch of him is sharp. Angular, and jagged. He tries his hardest to make his outward appearance match his heart. Unlucky for him, you're annoyingly determined to see him in a different light.

Jimmy's looking everywhere except your face, refusing to admit that he's quickly turning into a sniveling, needy boy who wants nothing more than to just be held. No one's ever loved him before. No one's ever said stuff like that to him, or ever made him as soft as he is now. He's not quite used to the idea of vulnerability yet. He can hear the voice in his head, telling him to pull back, to run and hide.

"Yeah," He reiterates, "It is."

You closely study the way his features soften. His brows, which have always seemed to be frozen in a permanent furrow, relax ever so subtly. Anyone would have to be as close as you are right now to notice the difference.

"Ah, I see." You nod in faux understanding. "My sincerest apologies."

He hates how much you know him. Hates how you pay attention to the smallest of details, to every bit of his body language. How you've cracked down his walls and managed to see him for the pathetic, touch-starved man he is right down to his very soul. It's embarrassing. Humiliating, even. But yet, he has no idea how to pull back. He's hooked. A nicotine addiction with even less ability to drop the habit.

"Don't be a smartass." He mutters in response to your sarcasm, looking like he's moments away from throwing you off his lap, but his hand on your waist hasn't moved since he absentmindedly placed it there.

You click your tongue at his ever present stubbornness. You'll have to take things a bit further to get him to quit being such an ass.

A subtle roll of your hips against his gets him to physically tense under you, his fingertips digging a little too painfully hard into your flesh, though it doesn't deter you. You trail a hand down his lean chest, purposefully tantalizing with how slow you move. "Don't be stubborn." You almost sound stern. Like you're scolding him.

Jimmy sucks in a breath at your obvious teasing, the sound devolving into a low, stifled noise. "I'm not being stubborn," His voice wavers embarrassingly, "And stop that."

"Stop what?" You bite back a grin at your feigned cluelessness, though it's not entirely meant to be all that convincing in the first place. You shift in his lap again. He's already getting worked up, and all you're doing is toying with him. Jimmy can't let you win that easily, right?

"Don't give me that shit, you know damn well what," He hisses, glaring at you with annoyance, "Stop... moving around like that." His voice betrays him a second time, cracking mid-sentence.

"Why?"

You tilt your head inquisitively, and before he can snap at you again, your palm presses down onto his groin, making all of his attitude fizzle out momentarily. Jimmy stiffens, his grip on you tightening. He doesn't respond to your question instantly, too distracted by how you're caressing his now apparent hard-on through his jeans, and a shaky exhale escapes him. The noise sounds so vulnerable, so uncharacteristic and unguarded for a man like him, and it takes him a couple moments before he's able to form a response.

"...You're a mean little brat, you know that?" He manages to get out through gritted teeth.

"Aww, don't be like that," You lean in to pepper a trail of sweet kisses starting at his cheek, down to his jaw, neck, and finally, at his collarbone. The way his breath hitches tells you everything you need to know. "Don't pretend like you hate this."

He makes a noise that rises from the back of his throat, between a whine and a growl, like a wounded animal in need of someone to soothe them Jimmy isn't used to having such a gentle and loving touch on his bruised, damaged body. You're treating him like he's something fragile, breakable, something to take care of.

He's not, he knows he's not.

Yet, he can't stop the way your kisses are burning his skin, heating him to the very core. Jimmy never thought he was someone worthy of being spoiled with soft, chaste kisses, being touched with gentle, adoring hands. And yet, here you are, doing that exact thing.

Jimmy tries to respond, he really does, but all he can do is let out a small, choked-up moan.

Noticing the way his adams apple bobs as he swallows down and contains his emotion, you pull back to look him directly in his eyes, pools of honey brown that only hold your reflection alone inside of them in this moment. "Hey," Your tone becomes more serious, less playful than before, "I love you, Jim. You never let me, but I still do."

That word. 'Love'. Jimmy hates it. Not because he's never heard it before, but because for some reason, it's never sounded real when directed towards him.

"Why?" Is all he manages to ask, not accustomed to this type of raw, vulnerable affection. Where's the screaming, the anger, the violence? Where's the toxicity?

"Why shouldn't I?"

You respond with a question of your own. There's a multitude of answers he could give you. He's been screwed up since birth, his own mom abandoning him at some junky trailer park with his father who found any reason to give him a black eye, or throw him out into the dirt. Quite literally, sometimes.

Or the fact that he's never made an effort to improve his own life, even after he made it out of that "home". Instead, he got addicted to heroin and sex and alcohol and destroyed himself for the thrill he got out of torturing himself.

Who would love someone like that?

Jimmy can't take your kind, loving gaze on him anymore, so he turns his head to the side, refusing to look at you. He wants to scream at you, to say something cruel and heartless, to tell you to knock off that 'doey-eyed' bullshit and give him the cold hard truth of the matter. That people like him aren't meant to be loved, that he's a disgusting, pathetic mess who doesn't deserve a single drop of your affection.

But all he can do is silently swallow down the lump in his throat, too emotional to muster up a reply.

You turn his head right back towards you, and kiss him on the corner of his mouth, right on an ugly scar that never fully healed properly. "Can I take care of you? Just once, will you let me?" You murmur against his skin, warm and flushed.

Jimmy's brain is wired to resist, to deny your advances and stubbornly hold onto any sort of 'authority' and masculinity he has left. To give in to you would be letting you win, surrendering to your kindness. That's what he keeps telling himself, anyway.

A long, shuddering exhale escapes his lungs.

"...Yeah," He whispers like it pains him to say it out loud, "Yeah, you can."

He's only semi-hard now, not exactly horny enough to get it up, but desperate enough for your attention in any form.

You take his cock out of his fly, holding him in your hand so delicately that he feels pitied. He doesn't want to feel so fragile. But, in your hands, it's not so terrible. His skin tingles with warmth, even deep inside of him burns with an aching desire to be wanted. Maybe that's why he agreed to this in the first place. Not because of sexual enticement, but instead, the intense yearning he's pushed down and ignored.

It's hard to wrap his mind around the fact that a woman like you actually seems to care about him at all. He's a parasite. He can't help but want more from you, to devour you whole and keep you in his clutches. Jimmy can't stand being touched like this, being treated like he's something valuable, something worthwhile. He wants to push you away and tell you to stop pampering him like he's a helpless baby, because he's not. He's a man, and men aren't supposed to melt and tremble at a loving touch.

But god, does it feel incredible when you begin to stroke him. Your hand is so soft, meticulously taken care of, while his are calloused, dry skin bitten and torn off, resulting in sore cuticles and rough palms. The rise and fall of Jimmy's chest gradually picks up speed, uncharacteristically subservient noises leaving his throat.

"I love you," You suckle a sensitive spot on his neck, mumbling praises between leaving a red hickey on his tanned skin, "I love you so much. I mean it."

Jimmy's mind is stuck in a haze of confusing emotions, every word you say goes straight to his head, fueling his self-destructive tendency to crave more, more, more. Why are you doing this? What do you gain from acting so sweet to him?

"You–" He shudders, "You're wasting your time with me."

Maybe he's right. You can't change him, not by a longshot. He'll never treat you the way you deserve, like a proper boyfriend. He'll always end up shouting at you out of frustration, he'll always break things and punch walls during arguments, he'll always slip horribly deep into his depression and self isolate, rotting alone in his room while you're worried sick about him.

But you're not trying to "fix" him. You're taking him as he is, flaws and all.

Jimmy's no longer sure if he can stomach the realization that maybe, just maybe, you genuinely love him.

The way you're pumping his cock, sending stinging jolts of burning hot pleasure that shoot straight through his abdomen, makes him react in a way neither of you expect.

He's crying.

It feels so good– you're so fucking infuriatingly good, all he can do is weep. Tears stream down his face as he whimpers, his breathing coming out as labored, choked gasps. A shaky breath comes from him, trying to compose himself before he speaks, "You should stop. Please. I don't deserve it."

You shake your head, persistent as ever when it comes to him. You wipe away a fresh tear as soon as it attempts to slip down his cheek.

"No," You say, "Don't push me away." The way you look at him, all love and tenderness; it makes him nauseous.

"Please..." He begs. He's not sure what for.

You shush him, a finger to his chapped lips, before you pull your pants down, underwear along with them. He's seen you bare more times than not, yet in this particular instance, it feels like your willingness to give yourself to him is an act of gracious mercy. He only takes, and yet, you give so freely.

"It's alright," You coo, melodic, "Just relax."

His heart is pounding in his chest as his eyes linger on your cunt, glistening and eager, just for him, and you can see the sheer need in his eyes. If he wasn't before, he's completely defenseless against you now, and it scares him how badly he loves and loathes it at the same time.

It takes everything inside him not to cry out as you guide him to your hole, sinking down slow so you don't overwhelm him all at once. Jimmy buries his face in your chest, his breathing labored and stuttering. "I'm right here, I've got you." You kiss the top of this head, petting his hair back, smoothing down every loose strand. Yhe way you're so gentle and attentive with him, handling him with care, it feels maternal. Motherly. Or, at least, what he imagines having a mother coddle you feels like.

You're warm. Comforting. Nurturing. Patient. All the adjectives that describe the parental figure he didn't have. You're what he's been missing, deprived of.

Jimmy holds onto you like a lifeline, helping you lift up, then sink back down onto him in a steady rhythm, your gummy insides pulsing to the beat of your heart around his aching cock. You're pulled flush against him, his lips lightly grazing the area around your collarbones, leaving an array of light hickeys.

"My perfect boy," You let out a satisfied sigh, lifting your bra up and over your body to reveal your chest to him, your tits bouncing at every movement, "Always so good to me."

Jimmy can't take it. The idea that he's perfect? It's so unbelievably rewarding to hear those words directed at him. He lets out a trembling whine at the sight of your newly exposed skin, before immediately burying his face into your tits, a hand moving to grope and squeeze one, his mouth latching onto the other, eagerly sucking and taking your piqued nipple between his teeth.

You let out a few moans of your own, gasping every time he nips you a little too hard. "F– Fuck, that's good, Jim." Your fingers grip the hair on the back of his head, tugging lightly, the way it makes his scalp sting slightly causing him to groan against you, the sound low and gutteral.

He can't think straight anymore, every single one of his senses completely overwhelmed. In the heat of the moment, he finds himself involuntarily crying out something that immediately makes him want to jump into a vat of acid.

"M– Mommy–"

You freeze for a moment, not from disgust or discomfort, just... surprise. Jimmy? Your Jimmy, calling you mommy of all things? You thought you'd entered another plane of existence. After forcing a quick recovery, you notice his own mortification.

"...What'd you say?" You ask, not intentionally trying to embarrass him further, you just wanted to double check that you actually heard what you thought you heard.

Jimmy is currently in a full blown panicked frenzy. He's never called anyone that in his life. Literally, he didn't even have a mother figure to give that title to. Trying to regain his bearings through the hot wash of shame coarsing through his body, his head feeling full of cotton, he stammers, "Fuck, I– I don't know where that came from, I–" he should just get up and go hang himself, he thinks.

"Hey, no, it's fine," You reassure him, even though it does nothing to alleviate his humiliation, "I don't mind, really."

He's expected you to call him disgusting, berate and mock him for being a creep; Anything but being so understanding and patient. "W– Why... Why are you so... you?" He asks, unable to wrap his head around how you haven't broken into a fit of laughter yet.

You shrug, chuckling a little at his impossible question, "Well, I don't exactly have the answer to that," Your hand moves to knead his shoulder, easing the tension away, "But... I do know that I wouldn't mind being your mommy. Not at all."

Jimmy hated how his cock twitched inside of you when you said that, the realization that he actually liked what he's hearing, that he wanted to call you mommy of all things, made him want to bang his head against the wall until it splits.

"...Just, don't– don't fuckin' make fun of me for this." He grumbles, burying his face back in between your soft tits to hide himself. He couldn't possibly maintain eye contact right now.

"Never." You shake your head, returning to riding his dick, slower and softer than you've both ever been in bed. It felt nice, to give up control. To let you take your time with him, whispering praises into his ear, leaving sugary sweet love bites on his neck.

This, he believes, is true bliss.

Being pampered like this... It's addictive, and he's not letting go of it now that he finally has a taste.

"Th– Thank you," He whines, low and needy, sounding choked up again, "Thank you."

It's rare to hear him show gratitude for something, especially in a way that's so deep, so genuine. "Thank you... what?" You decide to indulge yourself in this side of him while you have the chance.

Jimmy groans, knowing where you're going with this. He's too pathetic to deny himself what he wants at this point, and he whimpers pleadingly, "...Thank you..." He chokes the words out as if he's being forced against his will, but you can practically hear how eager he is to say the next word on his tongue, "...Mommy."

"There you go," You croon, "That's a good boy. You're mommy's good little boy, aren't you?"

He doesn't know why he feels like sobbing.

Everything you're saying is seared directly into his brain, scolding hot, like a brand. "Yeah," He breathes, "Yeah, I'm... I'm your good boy." Jimmy nestles his face into the side of your neck. He's a dog, rubbing against their owner, begging for attention.

As he nears his release, he gradually turns into even more of a mess, his salty tears falling onto your shoulder, arms wrapped so tight around your torso that you fear he'll snap your ribcage in two, babbling a broken, trembling string of "mommy, mommy, mommy–"

"Mommy's right here." You breathe, his cock hitting all the right angles deep inside you, and for once, you're setting the pace, which only enhances the experience for you.

Jimmy knows he'll regret this later. This entire experience will probably turn into something else his brain tortures him with at night, but, at the moment, he's too drunk off your cunt to care. His head is empty for once, fuzzy and blissfully silent. He can't even form a proper sentence anymore, the only words able to make it past his lips are desperate pleads.

"Are you close, honey?" You ask, and you receive a frantic nod from him in response, along with a strangled whimper. "I know, I know," You murmur with audible compassion, "You want to cum so bad, don't you?"

He's sure that this is his new form of worship, his religion. Not that he ever had one to begin with. "Y– Yeah," He whines, breathless, "Please... Please–"

"You don't have to beg," You tell him, even though, truthfully, you were getting off on his begging this entire time, "Go ahead and cum for mommy. Cum deep in mama's pussy, baby."

Jimmy throws his head back, jaw clenched, eyes screwed shut, and as if by your command, he releases inside of you with a drawn out, quivering mewl, hot spurts of his release coating your insides. You can feel him throb, twitch, and tremor, coming undone, all because of you.

He looks more beautiful to you than he ever has, with a tear stained face and red rimmed eyes.

You comfort him as he comes down from his high, leaving a trail of kisses down the slope of his neck, from his adams apple to the area between his collarbones. You're like a soothing balm to an old and rotten wound he's long since tried to forget.

For better or for worse, he's never letting you go.

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[bunnis-monsters]

You suggest propping a vampires dick up with a wooden dowel… You suggest putting a wooden stick in a vampire….. I think I have heard this one before

- 🥩

You’ve caught me… I’m actually a monster hunter. All of these posts are me hoping a monster reads them and hopes I’m a monster fucker. They come over to get some coochie and I hunt them 😈

[guiltiestlove]

thinking about pre-incarceration 20 year old inexperienced!Simon getting rode into oblivion by his first girlfriend <3

He’d be smug and bratty at first to hide how nervous he is, just to get progressively more and more needy and submissive, all the while trying to cover his face with his hands, hiding how red his face has gotten <3

(🥩 anon, hope u have a good day ✌️)

The heating in your college dorms goes out—good thing you’re staying over with your boyfriend Simon Blackquill so he can help you stay warm.

Simon Blackquill x fem!reader, ~2600 words

N/SFW, mdni!!

cws/tags: smut of course, reader with vagina + breasts, fingering, protected sex, loss of virginity, handjob

notes: didnt know this prompt was gonna speak to me so much since i dont normally like to write younger simon—i ended up drawing on a lot of personal experience and it was fun LOL; hope it fits the prompt enough :’)

You’d taken a handful of psychology courses by this point for your degree, so you were used to participating in research studies for credit. That was no big deal. But what you weren’t used to was a really hot student tech administering the tests on you. And you doubly weren’t prepared for his sexy accent.

And while he seemed a bit taken aback when you gave him your number, surely this happened to him all the time, right? The blushing and babbling were probably a result of you coming on too strong in a professional setting. Of course, that’s all it was.

But to your surprise, two months and many dates later, you come to find that Simon Blackquill is nothing like you expected. Not only is he rather reserved and nerdy, apparently you were the first person to ever give him their number like that. And not just that, but he’s never put himself on the dating scene—a total shock to you as you couldn’t find him more endearing.

And watching him figure out how to be your partner was delightful. He never knew how to balance his pride and overflowing embarrassment. You assured him it was fine that he was inexperienced, and you’d always take it at his speed.

And in fact he did take things at quite a slow and steady pace…at first, that is. But the night you stayed over and the heating was out, it was all over for him.

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“Do you think it’s torture that the university has us in dorms at this temperature?” you practically chattered, sitting criss-crossed at the end of your boyfriend’s bed, notebook in hand.

At his desk, Simon smiled, putting his book down. “Hah, surely you can handle a little chill, can’t you?”

You feigned indignation, “A little chill! I can’t believe you’d let your girlfriend freeze to DEATH and call it a little chill! And you call yourself a gentleman.”

He stood from the creaky wooden chair, stretching his arms over his head. “Hmph. Well, darling.” He approached where you were sitting and leaned over you. “Do you have something in mind? A way to keep warm?”

“God, yes.” You pulled him by the collar til your lips met, a romantic slow kiss at first. Even though you’d only been dating him for a short period of time, the way he made you feel was unbelievable. You constantly told him how gorgeous he was, but the man always brushed it off. But fuck, he just did something to you. Seemingly aloof, Simon could be such a sweetheart and you loved to bring that out of him.

You began to stand up as you pulled him down and gently laid him onto the bed. Facing him, you planted a knee on either side of his hips, and you stopped moving once your whole body hovered over him. You smiled and ran a hand down his chest as you studied his face. A slight smirk, growing blush, and focused eyes. You were enjoying the view, just feeling his chest rise and fall as his large hands grabbed your ass and planted you on his crotch.

Not realizing you had been holding your breath, you let out a gasp at the sudden touch. While the two of you had fooled around a bit, you hadn’t done much more than make out. Each time you had been interrupted or the moment didn’t feel quite right. But this time. This time Simon was staring at you biting his lip, clearly wanting to ask you something. And his hard cock was so tantalizingly pressed against you.

“Simon…” You hadn’t anticipated sounding that needy. “…we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?” He grabbed your hand tightly. “Please, no, I need you to know… Er, rather… tell me what you want… I-I don’t know how to say…”

Your brow furrowed as you tried to figure out what he meant, and he continued. “…Fuck, you have to understand, since I haven’t done this before, I—.” Your poor boyfriend was practically beet red, you just wanted to comfort him, ease his worries.

“Hey, honey…” You took his face and kissed his lips gently, feeling his muscles relax ever so slightly. “…If you want to know what I want… It’s you. Whatever you’ll give me.” And his mouth was back on yours before you had a moment to realize what that meant—how that meant he wanted you like this too.

And as the realization settled in, your kisses became greedier, tongue searching his mouth just to feel more of him. “Fuck, Simon,” you muttered under your breath as you tried to get as much friction as you could from grinding against his lap. A whine in a pitch you hadn’t heard from him before escaped his lips.

“You sound so pretty for me already...” you murmured, unsure if he could even hear. And then you felt him, hands trembling, reach for your shirt to take it off. He looked to you as if to ask if it was okay, but the nod you gave was beyond enthusiastic. In fact your lip was nearly bleeding you were biting it so hard in anticipation.

You let him carefully take your top off, then unbutton your jeans. “You’re gonna have to keep me warm, okay?” you teased, but he just absentmindedly nodded, utterly overwhelmed by your body.

Reaching out to you he finally formed a thought, “You look like a goddess…” From anyone else you wouldn’t have believed in its sincerity, a ridiculous pick-up line at best. But from Simon? It felt like a classical painter appreciating his muse.

“You’re one to talk,” you replied, eyes flicking up to meet an even more embarrassed Simon. And you reached for his shirt buttons, as desperate to touch him as he was you.

Revealing more of his skin you felt hungrier and hungrier, picking up the pace. “Can I take off your pants?” You looked at the man with such desperation, and Simon felt totally unprepared for someone this beautiful to be asking him this question. But he for damn sure wasn’t missing his opportunity, and ripped his pants and underwear off as fast as he could.

“Fuck,” you whispered when you saw Simon like this completely nude. He was propped up on his elbows, staring at you for some sort of sign of approval, and you were just sitting there in a trance. “I-Is everything alright..?” he meekly interjected, slight goosebumps from the cold.

“Holy shit, Simon.” You began crawling on top of him, as slowly as you could, taking his cock into one hand. “How is every inch of you…” He whined as you took hold of him. “… so fucking perfect.” You stroked him gently as you placed soft kisses across his face and neck. Suddenly heat was radiating off his entire form, his breath shaky and unsure.

“F-Feels so good…” his head rolled against the pillow. Already he was becoming overwhelmed with pleasure, and you knew you had to back off slightly or your excited boy wouldn’t last.

As you removed your hand from Simon’s throbbing dick, you went to take off your final piece of clothing. Watching your lace panties hit the floor, Simon gulped nervously. He had barely moved from where you had placed him on the bed—he had been wholly determined to follow your lead.

“Babe… please…touch me,” you cooed as you straddled him again and grabbed his hand and guided it to your folds. Biting his lip and turning bright red, your boyfriend was practically whimpering.

You took his hand letting it gather all your sticky arousal, and you noticed your boyfriend’s breaths become more ragged. With your other hand you spread yourself open, and little by little you showed him how to tease your clit. Words mindlessly fell out of Simon’s mouth as he blissfully stroked your clit and listened to your high pitched whines, “So wet… you’re so wet…”

You could have let him touch you like this for hours, but you grew impossibly impatient by the second, needing his warmth in more ways than one. “Simon…need more…,” you breathed as you moved closer to his face—you wanted to soak in every expression, every feeling he was offering you. And you helped guide his thick fingers inside you.

The moan you let out was truly filthy, but his fingers just felt so good inside you. And though Simon was also turned on, he was so concentrated on making you feel pleasured as well—he looked like his brain had to have been at full capacity.

Composing yourself, you started kissing him again and guided him as he fingered you. Showing him proper technique was the last thing on your mind right now, because god, Simon’s fingers were inside you, and it was even better than you imagined. He slid in and out, curling to reach deep inside you, and once he found this rhythm you placed his thumb on your clit.

After a bit you squeaked out, “Another finger Simon.. please,” and you watched his eyes widen. “O-okay,” and he slid in another finger stretching you out, and frankly, you were worried he might come from just this alone.

Breath becoming labored, you couldn’t take anymore yourself. “This feels so good baby…” As you spoke, he looked at you like you were the only person on the planet, in the solar system. “…I want more…Fuck, Simon I need you.” You looked down to his cock and stroked it just once as his eyes fluttered, and he bucked into your hand.

Catching his breath he quickly breathed out a “Dear god, yes,” and he watched as you licked your lips and positioned your hips closer to his. Thankfully he had been hoping for this, and he reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a condom.

“You’re always so prepared for everything aren’t you Simon,” you giggled as you traced shapes on his hips and he shakily rolled the condom on. “And thank heavens I am,” he replied blushing, unable to look you in the eyes.

Bending over, you kissed him slowly, passionately. Fingers running through his hair, you spoke softly, “We can stop at any time yo—“ He quickly interrupted, “NO, no, it’s not that, I-I’m just nervous…” he was grabbing at your hand. He looked to see your face, incredibly soft and kind, a smile that felt.. reassuring. He relaxed with a sigh and returned the smile.

“Let me take the lead baby,” and you once again kissed him, this time quickly making way down his neck… soft pecks turning into nibbles that turned into sucking bites. And as you pulled away, he chased after your mouth until he realized you were about to position yourself onto his cock, and he sucked in a breath. And furiously nodded, biting his lip.

His tip reached between your folds, and you already were moaning. Simon had grasped the bedsheets in two fistfulls with his eyes screwed shut. Little by little you sank down, telling him just how good he felt, how he fit inside you so perfectly. He was sweating and speechless and already looked like he was in ecstasy as you tried to get his attention, “Simon how does it feel, is it okay?”

“Hhhhnngg, holy fucking shit.”

You giggled. He looked so beautiful right now underneath you, putty in your hands. It was difficult to keep your composure when he felt so good and looked like an angel. You leaned down and pressed your body against his. “D-does it feel good f-for you?” he could barely get out the words—he was definitely struggling.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you lazily met his mouth with yours. “Baby, I could spend a whole lifetime here.” And you slowly started grinding your hips against his, granting a little friction between the two of you.

By now he had seemingly lost the bashfulness, as his mouth was agape and his eyes rolled back in his head. You planted kisses across his whole face as you began rolling your hips at a quicker pace. Simon’s hair stuck to his forehead as the sweat rose to his skin, and you carefully moved it out of his eyes.

The rhythmic grinding, though incredible, wasn’t enough. And you shifted, sitting at an angle to properly ride your boyfriend. A low moan was all that Simon could utter. His pupils were blown out, and he looked like he was on the absolute edge. “Can I go faster, baby?” you huffed, and he enthusiastically nodded, unable to speak at all now.

You grabbed both of his hands and interlaced them with your own and pulled off his cock almost completely, eliciting a delicious whine from Simon, and then slammed back into him at full speed. In this position you could perfectly hit the most satisfying spot inside your core.

And so you rammed your hips into his. Again. And again. Harder and harder. His knuckles were white with their grasp on yours, and you were certain you had never heard a man make prettier sounds than this. Fire ignited your veins as you felt yourself clench around him, the squelching noises and moaning mixing in the air.

It wasn’t long before your rhythm became more erratic, your lust fueled by the nearly fucked-out man beneath you. Simon was barely clinging on, he was trying so hard not to come even though it’s all his body wanted and all his mind could think.

Tugging away one of your hands, you hastily spit into it and worked your clit, desperate to reach your climax faster.

Upon seeing you touch yourself like this, Simon couldn’t hold back anymore. No words left his lips, it was a sudden violent orgasm that wracked his whole body with shivers, and you arched your back too when you felt his cock twitching inside your walls.

“Just a little more…so close…” you whispered as you used your whole hand to furiously get off, and when you opened your eyes you saw Simon groaning, holding onto your hips with fingers pressed deep into your flesh and tears in his eyes.

You instinctively grinded down onto his spent cock and he jolted as you moaned, “Is this.. okay? Just … a little more?” He squirmed, completely and totally overstimulated, but nothing could have stopped him from enjoying this moment. The pain and the pleasure mixed as he shakily took one hand and grabbed your breast with force, tweaking your nipple. “‘s ‘kay,” was all he could mumble in reply, and it was barely more than a breath.

Grinding down on him again as he played with your nipple, you found the heat within you rising and rising. “Fuck, Simon, gonna—“ and your breath was taken away by waves of pleasure emanating deep from within you. As you whined and trembled, Simon still held you down, wanting to feel as much of you as possible like this. The ecstasy rolled throughout you as you cried your lover's name, eventually becoming just a hushed whisper.

As you felt the calm washing over you, your body collapsed onto Simon, and he carefully wrapped his arms around you. The room was once again silent except for two pairs of shallow breaths, and you felt your heartbeat begin to match the tempo of his.

“Simon…” you finally broke the silence with a raspy whisper as your breathing calmed. “Mmhm,” he sleepily answered, nuzzling his face deeper into the crook of your neck. “I don’t feel so cold now.” You felt him chuckle against you and pull you in tighter as he finally spoke, “Perhaps the heating should malfunction more often, hmm?”

And as you lifted your head up to kiss his cheek and sweep the hair out of his eyes, you smiled, knowing there would be many more nights like this to come.

[schwarzys-stimblog]

It's a beautiful dream but I'll never hold the real Rei or Asuka in my arms.

Richie Lipschitz stimboard with love themed stims!

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[kaionyx]

I wanna lay in your lap while we get really really high to the point where i cant keep my eyes open and i fall asleep only for you to just do whatever you want with me... also hi!! is this taken 🥩 :3?

Heh, that’s cute sweetheart. Get your body feeling all nice and warm after smoking, sending you off to sleep with innocent kisses and my hands running through your hair until I can’t take it anymore and mark and breed your pretty body. How can I not when pets make the cutest little noises in their sleep when getting their holes played with.

[hmshermitcraft]

to contrast w/ the last post i submitted- i think that the HC server has regular nest nights- they make a big nest in spawn with bits from everyone. while its not mandatory- its rlly weird to not join in unless they have a reason (off server, sick, insticts-) its a time for them all to just chill, put aside plot points and talk and cuddle and nap just. together as a group -🥩

It really is just one big cuddle pile. For some of the hybrids, it's exceptionally comforting. Doc, Grian, Ren, and Gem are known to plan for weeks in preparation. They don't want anything to get in the way of this. It's gotten to the point where hermits will often go to one of them if they have any concerns or requests for the night in question. They take each comment seriously, of course, and curate the experience based off them as well as the occasional fun theme.

(They got to do an impromptu one with the Empires folks while they were over there, and the emperors were swiftly overwhelmed by the amount of affection they received.

Of course, that means any hermits left behind on the server didn't have anyone to cuddle with...)

[jasperyourmutt]

hi pup, owner is drunk.

i think you’ve been such a good boy lately that we should probably smoke 5 bowls and get so fucked up that we don’t even feel the pain from fighting eachother. we should struggle for leverage and grind and drip on each other’s thighs and i should probably push you down into the mattress while i fuck your asscheeks with my tdick.

that’s all, happy tuesday pup 🥩

I can imagine the fighting not so serious at first, maybe you trying to get me to take another hit and I push it away playfully? then you hold me down to force me to smoke again, and we begin to wrestle, before it turns into an excuse to dry hump each other, and for you to get your hands on me

Whhhhine, then you pressing your thigh into my dick, teasing me before wrestling me face down into the bed… I’d be so high and needy, whimpering while you grinded into my ass.

Ruffff, excuse my drool, pups get so excited from such special treats like these :3

[madilynlovesbsdfr]

i think you are a very cool and epic individual (´･ω･`)

🥩

YAYYYYYY A NEW ONE OMG YOUR SOSOSOSOSO COOL TOOOOOOO!!! :D

[ihfmseatsoch]

Hiiii this is Jimmy rape anon again!!!! Your fic was so good and super duper cathartic sooooo X333 Waiter, more Jimmy torture please!!!!!

Can I please get a red room type situation where the reader streams snuff porn of Jimmy after he tries and fails in drugging and taking advantage of them? Or if snuff is too far for you, maybe just in general ruining of his life? Super sorry if this is too weird, I respect your boundaries and I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable!!!

-🥩

I ❤️ SNUFF 😁 smiles sweetly

genre: smut, dark fic

gender neutral reader, genitalia isn't described

word count: 2.2k

warnings/content: dead dove, attempted rape, actual rape, kidnapping, drugging, snuff, jimmy dies 🥳🎉

(>_< this is my first time writing smth like this #sorry if its dumb. bleh)

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Nights like this were routine for Jimmy; go to a bar, chat up someone that looked the most deprived of their father's affection, roofie them, and take 'em home. Not like anyone would miss a dumb whore in the first place, so it's all guilt free.

Everything was going smoothly with you, although it was frustrating how you kept your hand protectively over your drink the entire time. You also don't seem particularly interested in his advances, so drugging you unconscious was the only course of action. Problem was, the opportunity never arose.

His impatience began to grow. He was not used to being denied what he wanted, and he started to feel irritated by your resistance. You were certainly a difficult target.

Losing interest, his focus diverted away from you, scoping out anyone else that looked drunk enough to make his goal an easy feat. He takes a sip of his drink, grimacing at how it tasted unusually bitter, the flavor lingering unpleasantly on his tongue. Jim dismissed it as a minor quirk. He's just imagining things, the bartender must've made it wrong.

Deep down, an uneasy feeling nagged at him, an inexplicable sense of foreboding settling in his mind.

He doesn't remember anything before everything went black.

When he regains consciousness, he can hear the muffled sound of someone speaking, and through his unfocused, bleary vision, he can see a blinding light pointing directly at him. It takes him a moment to completely get a grip on reality.

Jimmy can tell he's on the floor, but the texture underneath him is similar to... a tarp? He can recognize a camera stand only a couple feet away from him, once his dizziness alleviates.

"Oh, good. He's waking up." He hears an... oddly familiar voice coming from nearby.

Jimmy attempted to move, but all of his limbs felt sluggish and slow. He quickly realized his wrists and ankles were bound together with thick rope that dug painfully into his skin.

"What... the fuck?" Jim manages to groggily mumble, panic washing over him.

"Say hi... um, whatever your name is. I forgot. Probably unremarkable, anyway. I mean... who would care to learn the name of a pig bred for slaughter?" The figure in front of him snickers at their own sentence. A chilling sense of recognition dawns on him.

You.

"Fuck." Is the most fitting word he could utter between his teeth to describe the horror gripping his chest in this moment. "What...– What did you do to me, you psychotic, fucking–" Jim spat, his words still slightly slurred from the lingering effects of the drug.

"Language." You scold, reprimanding him like a child. "I've already heard every insult you could throw at me. Honestly, men like you need to get more original."

He notices a USB cord connecting the camera to a laptop, the screen displaying what looks to be... a live chat, and his body, sprawled pathetically on the ground.

He was being filmed, streamed to a live audience. If he was close enough to read the chat, he'd be met with thousands of people egging you on to make him suffer, using every method in the book.

"Everyone's been so eager to see me butcher another piece of meat. You should be flattered that I chose you. You're gonna be a star." Your tone is eerily giddy.

"Flattered" was most certainly not the word he would have chosen to describe this predicament. "What... What do you want from me?" Jim sounded weaker this time, the fear finally starting to seep into his voice.

"It's not what I want from you, silly. This is about what I can do to you." Your clarification isn't any less threatening. "You tried your hardest to hurt me first, and usually I commend perseverance. But... being so committed to assaulting an innocent person... that's not worthy of praise. Punishment sounds more like what you deserve."

This is not happening. This cannot be real.

"H– Hey, okay, listen. I made a mistake." Jimmy stammers, trying to come up with anything to stall for time. Anything to throw you off. Anything to keep him alive. "Just let me go, I won't breathe a word of this, I swear to god–"

"God? God won't save you. You're not worth it. I don't know how many victims you've gotten your greedy hands on, but even one is more than enough for the death penalty. In my humble opinion." Kneeling on the ground beside him, you grab his face, forcefully turning it to make eye contact with the camera. "You're a pretty boy. Shame you turned out this way."

"Please– Just let me go. I– I'll give you cash, I got money." He pleaded, struggling against the restraints around his limbs. "I'll give you everything. I'll do anything, j–just–" He swallowed, his words faltering under the weight of his desperation.

"Money?" You laugh, like it's the most hilarious thing you've ever heard, and it very well may be. "Aww, you're cute. But no, I don't want your hush money." You position yourself above him, groping his hips, feeling his body up as if you're inspecting an animal.

"Don't–" His body tensed the moment you made contact with him, and he tried desperately to jerk his body forward to get away from your touch, but, well... you can't exactly do much without hands or legs, can you? "–Dont f– fucking touch me!" Jimmy cried out in vain.

"What gives you the right to beg, when the people you've hurt couldn't?" You roll your eyes at his whining. Men like him are always such crybabies.

"Hmm... should we do a poll, chat? Duct tape over his mouth, or no?" You type away on your keyboard, speaking casually to your deranged audience like nothing about this is remotely insane.

His heart thrummed against his ribcage, a cold sweat causing his clothes to uncomfortably stick to his body. "Wait– No! No, you c–can't–! People will look for me, y–you can't j–just–" Every word he speaks ia now filled to the brim with panic and dread, lacking their usual sharpness.

"No one is coming to help you."

You respond plainly. And truthfully, you aren't wrong. Jimmy knows he only has one friend in this entire world, and zero family that ever gave a fuck about him. There's no doubt that Curly would indeed search for him, but the police are useless. He'd file a missing persons report and the case would go cold in a month.

"I've known guys like you my whole life. So which one is it; Daddy issues? Mommy issues? Both? Either way, your parents obviously didn't care enough about you to raise you right. So family is out of the question."

That last sentence got through to him, hitting too close to home. "Shut up," Jimmy's face contorts with anger, "You don't know anything about me, you–" He growled, a weak attempt to hide the shame he felt deep down. He hated how clearly you saw through him. He was truly alone, and it stung.

"I know enough," You reply, without even a hint of emotion. In fact, you were infuriatingly nonchalant. "It's always the same story. Mom and dad fucked you up, so now you're bitter and old, taking any chance you can get to make people feel the same misery you have inside you."

Jimmy winced when you so ruthlessly pointed out the truth he always tried so hard to deny. He wanted to fight back, but what could he say? He was at your complete mercy, literally. So he stayed quiet, his body trembling in your grasp.

You study something closely on your screen, something he can't see, which makes him all the more nervous. "Duct tape it is." You nod to yourself, grabbing the roll you conveniently placed beside you, like you were prepared for this. To silence him. You're not gentle with it, either. You wrap the tape carelessly around his head, the material sticking to his hair and mouth, secured tightly in place.

A muffled protest comes from behind the tape, but it's just as pitiful as his pleading earlier. Your fingers loop around the hem of his jeans, tugging them down roughly. It's honestly a bit more of a struggle than you'd hoped for, with his squirming, plus the rough material not going down smoothly without a fight.

"Don't you think it's stupid to fight back at this point?" You huff, wiping sweat from your forehead when you finally get his pants down to his mid-thigh. "Like, come on. This is the end for you, and you know it. At least you'll be entertaining to watch..."

Dread. That's all he can feel right now. Pure, nauseating dread. Jimmy feels like he's been punched in the gut, struggling to keep the contents of his stomach from rushing to his esophagus. His adams apple bobs as he swallows down the painful, choked up sensation in his throat. He doesn't want to cry. He can't give up his pride just yet.

Jimmy's stubbornness doesn't last long when you yank his underwear down, his soft dick laying limp on his stomach. You straddled his hips, grasping his shaft agonizingly tight, making him involuntarily let out a panic stricken whimper. No one has ever touched him like this, in a way that made his entire body feel violated. He could sit in the shower for the rest of his life, and never wash off the filth.

Jim attempts, once again, to plead for mercy, his brown eyes glazing over with fresh tears.

He's thankful he can't see your face anymore.

You can't make out what he's trying to say, but it's not like you're all too interested to find out, anyway. He feels you shift on top of him, reaching over to grab something off a nearby table. As soon as the cold, metallic barrel of your handgun presses against the pulse point on his neck, his body stiffens, his cries halting altogether.

"That's right. You just stay nice and still." You mutter, maintaining that same calm demeanor you've had since you brought him here, sealing his fate. You've done this before, it's obvious.

It's terrifying.

You keep the gun against his throat as you slip him inside of your hole, albeit with some struggle of course, because he's not hard in the slightest. Jimmy's chest heaves, and he's sure he could vomit at any second. Everything about this makes him feel sick. He's trembling so hard, lightheaded from hyperventilating.

He wishes he would just pass out so he didn't have to feel you use his dick like a toy. Every time you sink back down onto him, it makes him physically recoil, cringing with every muscle in his body. It feels so... wrong. Depraved in a way that's too monstrous, even for him. Which is hypocritial of him to think, honestly. He's put, what, dozens of people in this exact position?

His senses are completely overwhelmed, and he's unable to let out the buildup emotions in a way that isn't letting tears flow freely down his cheeks, out of the fear that if he makes a single noise or complaint, you'd kill him early and continue desecrating his corpse, whilst every single person witnessing his final moments cheers you on.

"At least I'm getting some use out of you," You pant above him, getting off on his sobs, and his palpable, unadulterated fear. "You can be proud knowing you actually made someone cum before you died. I doubt you ever have before."

His eyes anxiously follow the gun as you move it to press it against his forehead. "I wonder where I should shoot you," You hum, deep in genuine contemplation, "I think everyone would like to see your brain splattered all over the wall. Or, I could shoot you right in the heart," You prod the barrel against his chest, "And watch you panic when you feel it stop."

Jimmy wanted to ask you to make it quick. Honestly, he's relieved he'll die when this is over. At least he wont remember a single thing about his fucked up existence when he's unconscious and rotting wherever you throw his corpse. At least he wont remember how he felt in this moment. It's a little comforting to let his mind wander elsewhere, thinking of how blissfully numb he'll be when you end his life.

You could feel yourself nearing your orgasm, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through your body, and if you're being honest, his cock is big, even if it's flaccid inside you. What a shame that it'll go to waste soon. "None of this would be happening if you were a decent man. Isn't that funny?"

No, it isn't.

When you finally cum, he doesn't even have the strength left to be scared anymore. After years of longing for death, his prayers have been answered. It's not the most graceful way to go, but then again, he never expected his last moments to be peaceful.

You grip his hair, roughly twisting his head to look into the camera lense. Surprisingly, even to himself, he doesn't fight back.

"I don't know where you're going, but I hope it's worse than hell." You cock the gun, pressing the barrel to his temple.

The last thing he hears is a deafening gunshot that bursts his eardrum.

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[themostwantedphighter]

*scruffs you somehow (im shorter)*

bath time

- 🥩 anon

*hiss*

“Get offa me!”

[guiltiestlove]

you're so right, simon would be a needy guy lmao

soooo how about #15 from the smut prompts with simon :) he deserves to be taken care of

(I'll be 🥩 anon)

It’s been a long week and your boyfriend, Simon Blackquill, needs you.

Simon Blackquill x gn reader ~1080 words

N/SFW, MDNI !

cw/tags: blowjob, facefucking, deepthroating, hairpulling, kinda rough sex, petnames, established relationship

notes: i plan on editing/expanding on this a bit and uploading to ao3 bc hey i keep getting carried away LOL im still remembering how to write short things apparently lmfao

Your boyfriend had burst through the apartment door with a groan. Distractedly muttering grievances to himself, he neglected to see your resting figure on the couch and headed straight toward your shared room. While Friday evenings were usually scheduled for just the two of you, he had been tasked to stay late and finish up some particularly demanding casework today.

Thrilled to finally spoil your lover after such a grueling week, you quietly lift yourself off the sofa and make your way to the bedroom. The door’s hinges quietly squeak as you push the door fully open and rest your hand on the knob. The slightest smirk creeps up your face. “Hey, baby. Rough day?”

Simon’s eyes light up as he turns to you, like a switch is flipped. “Darling…” Having only taken off his coat and shoes, he stands hip cocked, tie askew. It’s a view somewhere between professional and casual that only you get to see. And it’s such a gorgeous view. He continues as you stare. “I did not see you in the living room.” With a hungry look of his own, he rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, drawing your attention to his hands and arms. He takes one step forward, his eyes somehow focusing even more on you. “I assumed you to still be out picking up groceries.” You don’t even let him finish. Eagerly you move alongside him, grabbing his arm and dragging you both onto the bed.

With a huff you’ve pulled the large man on top of you, much to his surprise but even more to his delight. You respond intending to tease him slightly, “I got home a few hours ago! In fact I was waiting so very patiently for the most handsome man to come through the do—“ He’s staring at your lips and letting you speak until he can’t take it anymore. He interrupts you mid-taunt, and his lips feverishly meet yours, while your arms gladly wrap around his neck.

Almost begrudgingly, his mouth pulls away from yours. “You see, my patience has grown too thin, my love.” He can’t bear to move any farther away from you than this. Already your legs are tangled, breath fanning each other’s faces with hands running through hair. You search his face at this response—you want to see the fire in his eyes. But he greedily buries his face in your neck and grinds against you with pure desire. He leans toward your ear. “I need you. Please.”

You’d do anything for him in this moment. Now he’s biting and panting down your neck, and you can barely get your sentence out between moans. “Ah, Simon, tell me what you want, baby. Hhh-Anything for my good boy.” You feel him press his dick against you even harder, and your own wants are growing more difficult to ignore by the second. Managing to untangle himself from you for a brief moment, he unzips his pants and positions himself against the headboard, short of breath already. “My cock.. please.”

He watches you slink out of your shirt, and for a moment you’re still. His eyes are soaking in every inch of you as you then lick your lips and speak. “Simon…” You’re on your hands and knees now. “What do you want me to do to it? Tell me what you need.”

He takes a deep breath attempting to steady himself. “Your perfect mouth engulfing my cock. I need your warmth around me… I—I need you to devour me, my dove. Please. I beg.” He can barely get out the last words, he’s already so worked up.

You crawl towards him, slowly pulling down his briefs with your teeth. He hisses and slams his head back with probably too much force, but it’s an excited reflex. On your knees, you reach and feel up his sides while you arch your back, savoring his moans. Scraping your nails down his torso, you can’t wait any longer, and you lick from the base of his shaft to the tip, eliciting a drawn-out whine from your boyfriend. Caressing his balls with one hand, you slowly wrap your other around the base of his shaft and begin lightly kissing the tip of his cock.

His gaze could burn a hole through you, he wouldn’t dare take his eyes off this gorgeous sight. He carefully runs a hand through your hair and you lean into his touch. “I think you should—“ You kiss his hand. “—take what you need.” His face somehow turns paler, and his cock twitches in your hand. “A—ah..don’t hesitate to double tap, my love.” Your eyes are uncharacteristically blown out, and you throw a pillow onto the floor, clamboring down as quickly as possible. You can’t move or get the words out quick enough. “Of course—now please, Simon!”

The look on your face mixed with your desperate pleas gives him an intoxicating feeling of desire. You catch a glimpse of a sly, proud smile as he repositions himself. As he grabs a fistful of your hair, you excitedly grab at his hips and take him into your mouth. The weight of him on your tongue makes you dig your nails into his skin. Hesitantly he begins thrusting into you, checking your face, but that only turns him on more. Your half-lidded eyes, and dripping mouth are heavenly. His pace quickens and force grows, as you happily let him use your mouth as he needs. The mixture of slopping, wet noise with Simon’s ever-growing whimpering has you trying to grind against the empty air, you’re so desperate.

It’s almost too difficult physically to take him like this, but it feels so good, you don’t care how ruined your face and throat are right now. Moaning around his cock is too much for him. “God. Oh, fuck me. Ah..ah.. going to come..” Your tongue swirls around him, making sure to focus on his sensitive tip, as you forcefully help guide his hips in and out of your mouth at a rhythmic pace. With an ungodly cry and snap of his hips, you feel him release down your throat. The taste is delicious, only for you, and just makes you want more of him.

With a lick you remove his cock from your mouth, your face beautifully stained and hair completely disheveled. Simon is still staring down at you, just more relaxed and certainly more out of breath. He pulls you up for a kiss and whispers in your ear, “Now, my darling, tell me what it is you need.”

[myperfectvictim]

“little monster” is adorable ; thanks for the free new favorite name

- 🥩

Of course, angel. You’ll always be adorably formidable to me.

[monst3rbait]

https://www.tumblr.com/monst3rbait/773134790679511040/ill-go-to-sleep-with-a-hoodie-and-my-pants-on-and

i'd love to take advantage of this <3 or maybe i'd use this to make you think your crazy when you wake up in just your boxers, feeling like you've been used. you convince yourself you must've just taken your clothes off in your sleep. you're just imagining things, right?

-🥩

im drunk and i need u so bad rn 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i’ve been missing u :( you know i go crazy whne you don’t leave things in my inbox everyday ☹️

i made myself squirt a few days ago and i wish u were here to see it. i wish i could’ve shoved ur face on the blanket i was sitting on and made you sniff it until you came just from that. or i wish u were the one fucking me with the dildo :(

[schwarzys-stimblog]

I think games are the most beautiful thing- not love.

Jason (Falsettos) stimboard with mint chocolate chip stims!

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[ask-regretevator]

greetings mach with your awfully tall hat (/pos) anyways i made a playlist for you,,, its based off of how i percive you!!!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7ilXck1KzfEwJNxPdhpOPd?si=pQUO1-CKRZSKs8dIAEbFGg&pi=u-8uDl9W2jSmag

I hope you enjoy it!!

- 🥩 anon

Hm, hello to you too. The playlist is quite nice, actually. I do resonate and listen to quite a few of these songs, you did a very good job in your observations. Thank you, I'll have to listen to the entire playlist once I have time.

[🎩]

[jasperyourmutt]

wagging at you because i am the dom who can make even the most dysregulated pup settle down and focus on a chew toy at the end of the day 🥩

Hwoof? Wagging wagging rolling over… been feeling very focused and absorbed in work lately :3