#🥩 anon

[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]

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.”

[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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requested by 🥩 anon!

[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

[steaming-system-takes]

hello mods!! 👋

our hot take of the day is that the community forcing a split between medical stuff and community terms can get a bit annoying. people can say they're a pwDID and use strictly medical terms like parts if they want, but systems can also say they're plural (not the endo definition) and say their alters are all different people if they want. it's not "anti recovery," it's not spreading misinformation, it's just personal preference. and to add on to that, it's completely okay for systems to make up their own terms for any specific and personalized roles their alters have. the community has always picked up the slack and filled in the gaps where research hasn't yet, which is okay! as long as they're not genuinely spreading misinformation or being harmful, let people do what they want and label their experiences with OSDDID how they want. also, can we have the 🥩 signoff?

^

and of course you can :]

[themostwantedphighter]

*scruffs you somehow (im shorter)*

bath time

- 🥩 anon

*hiss*

“Get offa me!”

[bloodykissesfromme]

Did you end up finding breakfast? -🥩

I haven't yet... We barely have anything, but I think I found some rice! Come cook it with me? 🫀

[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.

[🎩]

[fizzy-chaos]

literally !! i just want to gnaw on someone absent mindedly and paw at them whenever i want attention

- 🥩

i totally get it!! biting is like a silly little puppy love language

[suicideassistance]

i think sinking my teeth into you as you stab me would fix me

-🥩

To feel that pained bite— my flesh torn apart by the agony I’m forcing on you. That would fix me.

Show me how bad it hurts, darling. Provide me the same suffering as I demand from you.

[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.

——

“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]

"Seems every time I'm about to despair there's a 7-Eleven right there."

JD (Heathers) stimboard with light blue related stims!

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[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

[licorice-cookie-crk]

but one can be a twink and extremely powerful at the same time

i mean, look at affogato cookie

-🥩

NO I'M NOT GONNA LOOK AT AFFOGATO COOKIE

AND EVERYONE KNOWS I'M VERY POWERFUL FOR CHRISSAKE I'M LICORICE COOKIE

I'M NOT A TWINK I SWEAR I WILL FIND YOU