#🥩 anon strikes again!!!

[butteronabun]

hi butter on a bun. i was thinking about your reply randomly, specifically how you were like "what beef do you mean" THOUGH IT WAS A JOKE. I WAS SINCERELY TALKING ABOUT HIS PHYSIQUE NOT HIS. (wild hand gestures)

but then you you YOUUU drop that fic and AAGH i’m speechless ... my eyes went WIDE reading the warning! i wasn't familiar with your game! just know diluc's desire laid bare is killing me i. the shoulder kiss i. i i ii i I need to shut my mouth before I say something I shouldn't. husband diluc forever

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PHAHAHSHJS hiii!

i had to post it because it had been rotting on my drafts for a while lol 🫣 plus, this is the most indulgent thing i’ve done and it’s the mildest - this will only be the spicy thing i’ll write for this blog. . . maybe 🤷🏻‍♀️

diluc would be the type to worship every inch of your skin. just saying. he’s weak when it comes to this, and him, as a loving husband, he would definitely smother his wife with so much love, because again, why wouldn’t he?

also please never shut your mouth - i love hearing your thoughts! 🫶🏻

[guiltiestlove]

ur last reblogs gave me an idea soooooo…..

blackquill and facesitting?👀

(🥩anon) love ur work ✌️

Riding Simon Blackquill’s face in the middle of the day in his office? Riding Simon Blackquill’s face in the middle of the day in his office.

Simon Blackquill x fem!reader, ~800 words

N/SFW, mdni!!

cws/tags: smut ofc, fem reader but not excessive gendered stuff tbh, reader with vagina, fingering, facesitting

notes: not as polished (bleh chronic pain) but this was a fun one :3

Lying on top of your boyfriend in his prosecutor’s office, you litter kisses up his neck. “Well what if we make a mess of your couch Simey?” Your hands find their way up his shirt, grazing across his hot skin. He grabs your ass and squeezes hard enough to make your eyes flutter. “Hmph.” You sit up and see that smirk that makes your stomach flip. “Do you mean to say you don’t want me to taste you right here and now? That’s such a shame, when you look so delicious, and I’m feeling so ravenous.”

You bend down to kiss him, hands cupping his face, grinding down on his crotch. “Mmm, you caught me. But we only have fifteen minutes so we have to be quick okay?” Running a hand through his hair, you bite his lower lip and watch how his eyes shine. You’d never get enough of how he looks like this.

Throwing your panties and skirt to the side, you try to gently position yourself onto your lover’s practically drooling mouth.

“Fuck. Come here.” He’s too eager, and his thick muscular arms forcefully grab your legs and hips. In one long, spine-tingling lick, he laps up as much of your arousal as he can.

Quickly you cover your mouth to trap your loud moans, your back arching, and Simon’s grip on your thighs tightening. He pulls back and chuckles. “Mmm.. sublime.”

Mumbling about how good it feels, you grip onto one of the cold, black leather cushions as you properly adjust. You hiss as Simon’s mouth returns, and he begins teasing your clit with his tongue in short but deliberate strikes. You’re soaking wet so the sound of him sucking at you is torturous enough, but looking down and seeing his half lidded eyes hazily staring at you is otherworldly. This was his favorite meal, and it somehow got better every time.

His mouth breaks its seal from your sex for a moment, and he nibbles at your thighs. Breathlessly he caresses your legs and whispers, “My love, do you know how breathtaking you are like this… for me… all for me.” You knew he’d be relentless since you didn’t have much time for this meeting, but you still aren't prepared as he suddenly sinks his tongue in as far as he can. He reaches up to help you put your hand over your mouth—he knows you are having trouble staying focused. And he loves it.

With his strength he could move you about as he pleased, and so he leverages you up and down, fucking his tongue, just for show. “My dove,” he continues, as you struggle to focus on his words. “You are sheer…” His tongue sweeps against your walls. “…unmatched…” Your head is spinning. “…perfection.” And as he sets you down on his mouth again, he gives you free reign as you grind needily against his mouth and face.

Sinking his tongue into you with careless abandon, he’s savoring your taste as if he’d never be granted this moment again. Grasping his hair in desperation, you imagine how debauched this scene must look and moan. One of Simon’s hands reaches up your shirt, and he takes your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. The heat is rising in you, and the whimpers are now escaping the hand clasped over your mouth.

“Simey… gonna…hhh…come…” you manage to breathe out, and he takes his cue. Your hips are trying to buck off of him, but he pulls you closer and latches on, sucking at your heat, completely devouring you. You were already so close, high pitched whines stuttering in the air as he slid two fingers into you, his tongue’s pace on your clit growing even faster. The way he knows your body inside and out is bringing you to the edge. Closer and closer, as your fingers feel his soft hair in their grasp. He moans into you, and you’re feeling rushes of your orgasm through every limb. If he hadn’t been there to hold you up you’d lose control of your whole body. Your cries and whimpers fill your lover’s ears as he drinks your juices, completely lost in your pleasure.

As your vision begins to refocus you have to pull him off of you by his hair just to make sure he gets enough air. “Ah.. oh.. god—fuck Simon, y-you’re gonna kill both of us…” Smiling, you looked down at him, an absolute filthy mess of fluids, eyes looking to you reverently as he catches his breath and mouths at your thighs. “Hmph, but what a heavenly way to go.”