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biscuitswdaboss · 10 months

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APPRECIATION IS BACK !!!!!!

A Game of Cat and Mouse. {Dave York x F! Reader.}

Summary: Dave catches up to you after weeks of no intimacy.

Warnings: Restraints, male oral, female oral, some fingering, p in v sex, come eating, some fluff and a general filth.

(if i've missed anything please tell me!)

Chapter: 8 of 12 of the appreciation series!

Word Count: 2.5k - short and sweet!

A/N: Unbeta'd - this is just porn. there’s no plot, they just fuck. i hope you enjoy.

The last few weeks had been tense to say the least, but things had started to calm and a new beginning had started to settle.

But with new changes come complications and the past few weeks had meant you barely had a moment to yourself, putting in extra hours for the girls and taking them out when delicate conversations needed to be had.

And having little to no left time for yourself, meant absolutely no time for anyone else and frustrations were beginning to show.

A few nights previous Dave had practically ripped the door of its frame to get to you, pawing frantically at your clothes and it looked like you were both finally about to get a little relief but a large sob from down the hall followed by a lot of wailing had ripped the moment from you both.

And ever since he’s looked at you in a way that can only be described as pure hunger.

The house was quiet. Eerily so. It had felt like weeks since you’d heard the sound of silence and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You weren’t alone, Dave’s keys on the countertop were an obvious sign, but he was nowhere to be seen and that sent another shiver down your spine.

At first searching for him was genuine curiosity, there was no sound coming from his office and the door was wide open so you could see he wasn't in there.

You took a few quiet steps down the hall and popped your head into the dining room and found it empty. You called his name a few times and was met with the same silence ringing in your ears.

It was only when walking back into the kitchen you saw it, sitting next to his keys and clearly put there for a reason; the black hair ribbon from that day. The day he had walked into his home office, gently pulled your hair behind your head and fucked your throat so hard that it made your thighs wet with slick.

You fiddled with it for a few moments in your hands, letting your fingertips smooth across the silk before the sound of footsteps entering the room stole your attention.

He said nothing as you looked up at him, standing quietly and rapping his hands gently against the wooden door frame.

Sensing what he was wanting you to do next, you gently brushed your hair back behind your head, keeping your eyes locked with his and tied your hair back neatly with the hair ribbon.

He took a single step forward and his name fell from your mouth and it felt like you were finally about to take weeks worth of frustrations out on each other… anticipation flooding the air, clothes ready to be ripped off and just as you were ready to launch yourself at him, the unwelcome chime of the doorbell rudely pulled your back to earth.

The groan that came from his throat made your knees weak, he muttered something filthy under his breath before marching towards the throat door and ripping it open, leaving you there gasping for breath and pulling at the sleeve of your cardigan.

And suddenly a plan fell into place, you unbuttoned the front of your cardigan and let it slide over your shoulders, falling to the floor. Before tiptoeing up the stairs, shedding your vest top and leaving him to find before sneaking down the hall into the linen closet.

You heard the door shut, a few footsteps and then a frustrated call of your name. But you remained silent, listening carefully for his footsteps to resume and suppressing a giggle as he climbed the stairs. Your pussy clenched as he growled your name, after bending down to pick up your discarded top. You watched him through the crack in the door, and quietly you started to push your pants down your legs, ready to leave them for him to find in a different location.

He stormed towards your bedroom door and as he pushed your door open and stepped inside you took the opportunity to run across the hall into the family bathroom. Dropping your pants and hiding quietly behind the door.

“Are you having fun, my love?” Dave calls, frustration evident in his voice. “Do you think this little game is going to be worth the punishment you’ll pay, when I get my hands on you?”

You bite down on your lip as you think about what’s to come, hoping you can slip out of the bathroom and into your bedroom as he approaches the linen closet you left wide open. “Where are you hiding, little girl?” He growls, “If you don’t want this, all you have to do is say.”

You know what he’s doing, he knows what he’s doing, he knows you’re positively gagging for it and there’s no way you’re going to say otherwise. But right now, you’re having just a little bit too much fun, messing with him.

You pull your phone out of the pocket of your pants and text him a single word. Cold.

Biting down a sign of relief as you hear his footsteps take him down the hall, waiting until you hear them descend on the stairs before pushing open the door and running towards the master bedroom.

Squealing as you hear him change his direction and quickly begin to gain on you. Growling your name as he picks up his pace, squeezing in through the door before you have time to shut it.

And now here you are. Stood directly in front of him. Dressed only in your panties, chest heaving up and down as a few nervous giggles slip through your lips.

“Do you want to escape?” He asks you slowly. Each word feels like it’s been dipped in honey, and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you, when you immediately start to shake your head.

“No.” You say quietly, still slightly shaky your head.

“No, what?” He says, before raising an eyebrow.

“No, I don’t want to escape… sir.”

“Didn’t seem like that to me,” he says with a sigh, before loosening the tie he put on barely an hour ago. “Seems like you might try to do it again… and I can’t be having that, my filthy little love.”

He looks you up and down a few times, before reaching out and lightly brushing your nipple with the tip of his finger, before slowly circling you, like a shark taunting its prey.

“You look good like this,” he praises, before ordering you to put your hands behind your back. Circling you again but this time with intent, stopping still when behind your back and pulling his tie the rest of the way off. He gently binds your hands together before pushing you down on your knees, grinning as you start to mumble his name. “Be glad you got to tie your hair back before I tied your hands.” He chuckles.

You kneel quietly, watching as he walks back in front of you and crouches down. “I was just going to give you everything you wanted,” he says with an exaggerated pout, “But now, my love, I guess you’ve got to earn it.”

His hand gently grips onto your jaw, tilting it upwards before it slides down and rests softly around your neck. He moves his face forward enough for you to press your lips to his before pulling back and squeezing his hand gently. “Earn. It.”

Without another word he shoots up to his feet, unbuckles his belt and rips it’s free from the loops of his pants. Dropping it without care on the floor next to you, before unzipping his pants and revealing his rock hard cock. You think he’s going to shove it in your mouth, and you immediately open up to take him but he just laughs. Languidly stroking himself and watching your desperate tongue dip in and out of your mouth as you silently plead for him to feed it to you.

“Beg.” He spits. “I said you have to earn it. So fucking beg for it.”

“Please,” you say, as he reaches out to hold your chin in his hand, smirking as he feels it tremble. “Dave, please.” You repeat, over and over in between a bunch of incoherent and desperate pleas fall from your lips.

After what feels like forever, he moves his hand to cup your face and feeds his cock into your mouth with a grunt. Growling your name as you wrap your lips around it with delight, bobbing up and down at a pace that’s comfortable for you and squealing as he pushes deeper. “I know how well you can take it,” he grits out at you, “Don't hold back on me, baby girl.”

You tug desperately at the restraints keeping your hands from holding onto him, and he chuckles down at you. “I’m not untying your hands until you prove you’re not going to run from me.”

His cock being still shoved in your mouth prevents you from speaking, so you respond with a roll of your eyes and he responds by pulling back and snapping his hips forward. Grunting again as he pushes deep, past your tonsils and right to the back of your throat. “Roll your eyes again,” he taunts, “I’ll cum down this pretty little throat and leave you tied up for the rest of the day.”

He finds a comfortable pace, rolling his hips back and forth and praising you as you hollow your cheeks around him. His hand is holding onto your ponytail as he works you up and down his length.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs as he pulls himself free of your mouth, groaning slightly at the loss of you around his cock. “Don’t run from me, baby.” He says softly as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Don’t do that.”

“Never,” you mumble quietly, before letting him capture your lips in a bruising kiss, one hand carefully placed on the small of your back and the other around your ponytail. Holding you tightly against him as he licks deep into your mouth.

Wordlessly he breaks the kiss, and pulls you both up to your feet, before carefully untying your hands and walking you back towards the bed. “I’ve missed you.” You say against his lips, before he presses you back down onto the bed.

He hums quietly, before peppering a fleeting kiss on your mouth, and slowly dragging his lips down, stopping at your breasts and taking a nipple into his mouth. His tongue gently circles the soft bud, before lightly nipping his teeth around the hardened bud. He drags his tongue across and pays the other the same attention, chuckling at your soft gasps.

He’s slow, his tongue continues dragging downwards and you’re entirely at his mercy, murmuring his name softly and tangling your fingers in his hair. He kisses just above the waistline of your panties, before pulling away. “Do you think you’ve earned my tongue?” He taunts, softly, finishing his sentence with a faux pout.

“Yes,” you say, far too quickly, pulling a chuckle from him.

“I don’t know,” he says with a sigh, “You ran and hid and made a mess with your clothes at the same time.”

“It’s not hiding if I left a trail for you to follow,” you whisper down at him, and a smirk spreads across his face.

He doesn’t say anything else, he just pulls your legs apart and buries his face in between your legs and inhales. Groaning at the scent of you and how you’re dripping with arousal. He mouths at you, over the lace of your panties and you’re immediately begging for more.

He could deny you but he doesn’t, instead he pushes your underwear to one side and flattens his tongue against you. Slowly dragging his tongue up and down a few times before focusing on your clit. Each flick of his tongue is heaven, his mouth is giving and generous, and every movement is designed to have you drowning in pleasure.

The second he sees your thighs begin to shake, he chuckles into your core, before pushing two thick fingers inside of you and curling them up in that blissful spot. He keeps the same glorious pace of his tongue as he starts to thrust his fingers, twisting his arm and ensuring that he never misses that spot. Your hands tug at his hair as your orgasm starts to power through you, making your chest heave up and down and your mouth spill the most gorgeous sounds he’s ever heard.

The squeal of his name that he pulls from your throat sounds like heaven, and he pulls it out of you over and over as he works you throughout your high.

He pulls his fingers out of you and gives your clit a few more lazy sucks before tasting you from his fingers, ensuring to lick them clean as you lay there sated. Still riding the high of your orgasm.

He stands over you, watching you catch your breath, his hand sliding up and down his length as he does so. “My filthy little love.” He murmurs before letting himself go and hooking his arms under your knees and pulling you down the bed.

“Gonna fuck you into this mattress,” he growls, “Make this perfect pussy come over my cock, fuck, feel it get even fucking wetter.”

His fingers reach down into your slit, gathering up some of the slick that’s still steadily leaking from your fluttering hole and he generously cuts himself with it, before pressing the head at your entrance.

“You want it?” He mocks, and slightly pulls his hips back and the desperate way you react to him.

“Please,” you plead, voice thick with need and he’s not about to deny you. With one harsh thrust, he slots himself in, absolutely choking at the way your walls immediately grip onto him and you clench around him.

“There’s my girl,” he praises, waiting a few seconds until he’s happy that you’re ready and building a pace that has you dizzy and delirious with pleasure. He wets his thumb and presses it against your clit, drawing slow circles that are almost painful with how fucking good it feels as he slams his hips back and forth. Grinning as your mouth lets out a symphony of pleasured moans, soft gasps of his name and curses.

His hips stutter as you start to cum, a stream of liquid covering him before you clamp down hard, your body moving up off the mattress as you become overwhelmed with pleasure. You feel him everywhere and it’s still not enough. He keeps rocking his hips the best he can, waiting for you to ease up and then when you do he immediately resumes his pace, chasing his high and triggering another orgasm in your blissed out and exhausted body as he starts to fill you with rope after rope of his cum.

He drops down on top of you, making sure to capture his weight onto his arms before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I really missed you my filthy little love.” He growls as you erupt into a fit of giggles, loving the way he groans at your pussy glittering around him as you do so.

“I missed you too, my love.”

#cristina’s awesome fics #pedro pascal #dave york

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biscuitswdaboss · 11 months

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Woohoo!!!!

We have increased the goal to $350 - goes directly to charity if anyone wants to share/donate 🩵❤️🩵❤️

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biscuitswdaboss · 11 months

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Dear Ed, I long for you. Every day we spend apart feels like an eternity. I know you don't wanna hear from me, but I write these letters daily, hoping one will reach you. And I know we're not through. I can feel it in my soul. A love like ours can't disappear in an instant. We're joined to one another. Intertwined. We wrote our names on each other in permanent ink. Stede and Ed in Our Flag Means Death season 2.

#our flag means death #stede bonnet #edward teach #gentlebeard #my loves <3

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biscuitswdaboss · 11 months

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OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH (2022 -) I 2.07

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #she’s soooo hot

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biscuitswdaboss · 1 year

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1.04 ed by stede's beside 2.03 stede by ed's bedside

#our flag means death #blackbonnet

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biscuitswdaboss · 1 year

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even tho this is smut focused you absolutely nailed joel’s characterisation with not letting himself get taken care of often!!

Kinktober - Day Three: Handjobs & Fingering.

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: You get to repay Joel a little of the pleasure that he gives you.

Word Count: 746!

A/N: Wasnt supposed to do a day three, but I felt the urge to write some joel miller! I hope you like it.

Again - Thanks to @absurdthirst for her incredible prompt list and for being so kind and looking over this for me! 🩵

His hand gently hovers over yours for a few seconds and with a slight tremble that he couldn’t quite pull back you can feel the slightest touch of his calloused hands against yours.

His cock twitches with anticipation in your hand, fully hard and desperate for some relief, but you sit and wait patiently. His eyes meet yours and you swear he’s searching for a sign that you’re not wanting to do this, but it’s a sign that he won’t see. “Let me take care of you,” you whisper and he closes his eyes and takes a deep inhale.

You can’t recall the actual amount of times he’s given you pleasure. Slipping his hands into your jeans and letting you escape from this hell you're living for just a few moments, easily replacing every negative feeling and every painful ache in your bones with a pleasure that has your toes curling and your thighs shaking.

His eyes open again, but he remains silent, only giving you the slightest nod of his head to signal that you can start. He gently wraps his fingers around your hand and gives it a quick squeeze before pulling his hand away.

You swipe the tip with your thumb and collect the bead of precum and mix it with the spit around dripping down his length. You start by gently flicking your wrist and giving him a few languid strokes, not squeezing too tight but tight enough to make his breath hitch and his hips roll forward and chase a little more.

“Fuck,” he curses quietly, as you increase the pressure, squeezing a little tighter but not so tight that you’ll end up rushing this. You want to savour this moment as much as you want him too, glad to finally be repaying him just a tiny bit of the pleasure he’s already paid you.

Every flick of your wrist is in tune with his breathing, keeping the pace light and steady as your fingers get to know every vein and ridge of his cock. He’s thick, average in length, but big enough that it would take a lot of work for him to fit inside of you.

He rewards you with a soft growl of your name, and you respond by increasing the pace, pumping him harder and squeezing a little tighter, then watching in delight as his shoulders loosen and some of his stress begins to fall away from his face and his frame.

“You have a beautiful cock, Joel,” you murmur quietly, as you look into his eyes. He looks younger than ever before, his brows not furrowed or raised with worry. He looks almost relaxed.

Your spare hand wraps gently around the base of him and you start to swirl the other, stroking and twisting the shaft and the head in even beats. You feel yourself drip with excitement as he stops holding back the groans of pleasure that he had trapped in his throat and the room is ablaze with the sweet sounds of his arousal.

His hips become a little greedier and they rock up harder in your hands as he gets closer, so in response your strokes become more languid, loving the way he growls your name as you tease him.

“Gonna cum,” he snarls from behind his teeth, and you pick up the pace. The need to drag it out now being replaced with the need for him to feel good. The hand holding the base falls down and your fingers gently wrap around his balls, squeezing gently as you pump hard and fast with the other hand.

“Fuck,” he grits out, before a whole stream of cusses start to tumble from his lips. But when the first spurt of cum that shoots free it’s your name that he groans in pleasure.

You keep working his shaft at that same pace, over and over as his cum steadily pulses out and coats your fingers and wrists. Your hands only stopping when he tells you too.

“Fuck,” he grunts as you bring your fingers to your mouth, your tongue dipping out and swirling against your soft skin and tasting him.

You can’t hold back the moans that fall from your lips as you lick yourself clean, the taste of him salty and a little tangy, the kind of taste that makes you salivate for more.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him once you’re done, “It’s about time I got to take care of you.”

#pedro pascal #joel miller #kinktober

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biscuitswdaboss · 1 year

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bestie cristina writing frankie again we are so back!!!!

Kinktober - Day Two: Virginity.

Frankie Morales × F! Reader.

Summary: You and Frankie take the next step in your relationship.

Warnings: P in v, Loss of Virginity, Oral (f) rec & feelings.

Word Count: 951!

A/N: Day two and I wrote a little bit of our favourite pilot. I hope you enjoy soft and sexy Frankie!

Thank you AGAIN to @absurdthirst for your amazing prompt list! And for looking over this one as well as yesterdays. I appreciate you so much 🩷

Your thighs shake as his tongue laps at you like a man starved, his arms holding you in place as you come apart for the second time at the expense of his tongue.

“Frankie,” you whimper as he continues to work you through your high, alternating between licking and sucking your clit as your fingers grip his hair tighter and tighter. With another breathy moan of his name you start to gently push his head away, the overstimulation becoming a little too much as you tremble beneath him. “You are incredible.” You say with a giggle.

“And you’re fucking delicious,” he murmurs, before peppering a few kisses on your thighs and rubbing his patchy beard against your soft skin.

“I want this,” you say, noting the trepidation in his eyes and the way his hands are a little less steady than usual. “I love you, Frankie.”

“I know,” he says, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. “I love you too. Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much?” His hands grip the backs of your legs as he presses a kiss to your knee.

“I promise,” you say, lifting up your hand and gently rubbing soft circles into his cheek.

“Lift your hips,” Frankie says, before reaching over for a pillow, and placing it gently underneath you. “We’ll go slow, and I’ll stop if you need me too.”

“I know, baby.” You watch as he calculates every move he makes, not rushing and ensuring that you’re ready to take him. He gently slips a finger between your slit, and gathers up some arousal, generously coating two fingers before pushing them inside of you.

“So fucking tight,” he hisses. His pupils are blown wide with lust as he watches his fingers pump in and out of your dripping core, focusing on finding that spot. “I fucking love this pussy,” he murmurs as start to flutter around his digits, and your eyes start to roll back into your head. “There it is.”

“Oh, Frankie,” you choke out, as he drags his fingers against the spot inside of you. Exploring you in a way that no one else has before. “Oh, fuck!”

“I know, baby girl, I know,” he soothes, as the softest moans spill from your perfect lips. “Once you’ve cum on my fingers, I’ll give you my cock.”

He begins to twist his arm a little, pushing a little deeper as your walls greedily grip onto his fingers and he knows you’re already getting close. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, as he looks you up and down. He takes in every curve and appreciates every mark, scar and every single inch of you. “How did I get so lucky?”

You can’t respond, your body doesn’t let you, instead every part of you tenses before your body is awash with pleasure. Every receptor in your body is on fire in the most incredible way, as he repeats the same motion over and over until he knows you can’t take anymore.

“Frankie,” you murmur, desperately to feel more of him, “Make love to me.”

“With pleasure,” he says with a wide smile. He gently removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan that you feel everywhere.

He pushes down his boxers and reveals his painfully hard cock, the tip bright red and begging for relief. “Promise me again, you’ll tell me if it gets too much,” he says, not taking his eyes off of yours. “Promise me, baby.”

“I promise, Francisco.” You shift closer to him, and you watch as he exhales deeply.

He’s slow, he takes himself in hand and drags the tip of him through your folds. He watches the rise and fall of your chest for a few moments before his eyes flicker back up to your face, and he studies it without blinking as he presses himself against your entrance. You give him a small nod and a wide smile and he pushes just the tip of him inside of you. The gasp you make is the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard, and after a few moments he pushes himself in just a little more, relishing in every moment until he’s filled you to the hilt.

He’s in no rush to move, his mouth spills an endless amount of praises and sweet nothings as you get used to the size of him. And then he slowly begins to rock his hips, his lips now pressed to yours as he swallows every delicious moan and whimper.

Every snap of his hips is so perfectly controlled. Each one designed to give you pleasure while remaining soft enough to not overwhelm. “I love you,” you murmur softly against his lips, as he responds with a kiss that steals your breath.

He knows he isn’t going to last much longer, not with the way you keep squeezing him like a vice. So he keeps focusing on that spot inside of you determined to make you see stars before he fills you up for the first time. “I love you, baby,” he says before slightly increasing the pace, and that’s when he knows he’s got you. You clamp down hard around him and yell his name, before flooding his cock and he immediately follows suit, painting your walls with thick ropes of his pleasure. “I love you, I love you so much,” he repeats over and over as you milk him dry.

The moment you’ve both come down from your high, he gently pulls himself free and captures your lips with a bruising kiss.

“That was perfect,” you say, lips brushing against his. “I love you so much, Francisco.”

“I love you more.”

#pedro pascal #frankie morales #kinktober

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