moonlightspencie
moonlightspencie
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moonlightspencie · 5 hours ago
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do it for me
quote: “Like every serial killer already knew: eventually, fantasizing just doesn’t do it for you anymore”
Pairing: Dave Lizewski x fem!Reader
Warnings: smut!! (p in v, dirty talk, etc) it’s porn with little to no plot aka mdni
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: this is self indulgence at its finest
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“Hey, study partner,” you sang out, giving Dave a cheeky smile as you opened the door of your apartment.
“Hey,” he gave a polite, though slightly nervous, smile back. 
You’d been paired together in your speech 101 class to complete a “group speech”. Though, at first you were certain you’d gotten the short end of the stick when you realized you were the only group of two in the class. Not to mention you got paired up with the quiet, kind of dorky guy. 
It only took two study sessions for your mind to change entirely.
His dorkiness quickly became endearing, especially when you realized just how cute he was up close. His messy hair and stupid glasses were stupidly attractive. He was surprisingly jacked under all the layers he normally wore. And, god, his eyes.
If he looked at you with his eyes all wide and innocent-looking one more time, you were certain you’d end up jumping him.
All of that, paired with how cute and blushy he got any time you flirted with him, was the perfect storm: you needed him bad.
You opened the front door of your apartment a little further, allowing him inside. He shuffled just past you, dropping his bag unceremoniously in order to pull off his shoes. You leaned against the wall to observe him as he did, finding yourself watching his every move like a hawk as of late. It was hard not to. You’d certainly had enough dirty dreams in the weeks prior, leading to even dirtier thoughts guiding your hand every time you go that familiar feeling fluttering in your stomach.
You only snapped out of it when he turned to you, his cheeks flushing a bit as he realized you were watching him. Only, you weren’t so nervous. You never were one to shy away from a crush. You merely smiled at him, pulling yourself off the wall and grabbing his arm.
“Come on,” you said, tugging him towards your room.
“W-what?” he blushed harder, quickly grabbing his bag as you pulled him along. “What about the… the living room?”
“My roommate is watching a movie in there with her boyfriend tonight,” you stated, omitting the fact that you asked her to occupy the space that night so you’d have an excuse to get him in your bedroom.
“Oh…” 
“It’s okay. My bed’s comfier anyway. Trust me,” you smirk over your shoulder, loving the fact that you could practically read what went through his mind in that moment.
That was the other thing you found yourself liking about Dave: you could read him like a book. Any time he was nervous, he fiddled with his hands. Any time he was stressed about class, he buried a hand in his hair roughly. And any time he was thinking dirty thoughts, those cute, pouty lips of his opened slightly and his eyes got all wide and round. Not to mention, he’d suck in a shaky breath. It was fucking endearing and horrifically sexy.
And he was doing it right then.
You turned over how you’d get your way as you pulled him into your room, though you knew it probably wouldn’t be hard. He obviously thought you were hot, and you still had plenty of time to do work on the speech before he’d leave.
You let go of him at last, shutting the door behind the both of you. You then shuffled over to your bed, sliding off your slippers before you got onto your bed, kneeling on the soft mattress. You patted the spot next to you, trying not to smile at the fact that he was looking at you as if he was thinking a little too hard about something else again. After a beat, though, he obeyed.
“Attaboy,” you mumbled, just to get another reaction out of him.
He cleared his throat, settling in uncomfortably. “So… Uh…”
“So…” you tilted your head in question, leaning in a little closer to him.
“Uh…” he gulped, looking down at you as you were mere inches from him. “Uh… We’re… Our topic is about killer whales, right?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, blinking your lashes at him. “Guess we gotta figure out how we’re doing it, huh?”
“What?” he squeaked out.
You grinned a little, raising a brow. He sucked in a breath when he finally pulled his head out of the gutter.
“Oh. Right. Right, yeah. How to… how to do it,” he nodded, too quickly to be natural. “Sorry, I don’t know where my head’s at.”
“That’s alright. No worries,” you smiled sweetly, resting a hand on his thigh gently.
He stiffened up physically, and you could only imagine the same happened in his pants. You squeezed his leg for a little extra emphasis. 
“You okay?” you asked.
“Mm… Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
He nodded a little, glancing briefly at your chest. You were in.
“Hey,” you said softly, rubbing up and down his leg. “You don’t need to act so shy. I don’t bite that hard.”
He blinked a few times, chewing on his lip. “I’m just… a little nervous.”
“Why?”
“Well… It’s just that… I mean that, that you’re–”
You chuckled to yourself. “I’m totally fucking with you, by the way.”
“What?” he asked, his voice high pitched.
“I said I’m fucking with you,” you repeated, sliding your hand up to his crotch. “Ooh. Someone’s excited, huh?”
“Uh…” he squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
He paused, breathing heavy. “I don’t know.”
You laughed fully, moving your hand away again. He breathed out a sigh of relief, though you made sure to stop his relaxation in its tracks. You swung a leg over his hips, settling down onto his lap. He groaned, his hands grabbing at your thighs immediately.
“What are you doing?” he breathed out, clearly not protesting it.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for weeks, Lizewski. You can’t seriously be that oblivious,” you muttered before smashing your lips into his.
He let out a shuddering, whiny moan into your lips, kissing you back like he’d been dreaming of it. You hoped he had been. You nipped his lip, getting him to open up for you to slide your tongue against his. He gripped your thighs and hips, his hands greedy as they wandered over your body. 
“You’re so pretty,” he gasped out as you moved your lips across his cheek and down his jaw. “Fuck, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
You hummed happily, moving your lips down his neck. You licked and sucked at his skin, drawing out a million little sounds from his lips. You nipped at him, then sucked hard on his skin, determined to leave a mark. He moaned your name, squeezing your ass with both hands, relishing in the feel of your body beneath your thin shorts.
“Shh, baby,” you mumbled, licking over the new mark on the base of his neck. “There. Looks real pretty.” “Shit,” he whimpered, trying like hell to move your hips over his.
“Desperate,” you whispered into his ear, obliging him with a roll of your body.
He moaned softly, needy and clearly wanting more. But you wanted to see how far you could push him. You rolled your hips again and again over the obvious erection straining against his baggy jeans. You couldn’t imagine it felt great, but all the same, he wasn’t complaining. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, his shaggy hair tickling the underside of your jaw.
“How’s it feel, baby?” you teased.
He merely groaned, staying silent for a few moments. “I… it kind of hurts. But please don’t stop.”
“Here,” you said, going up on your knees. “Pull your jeans down. It’ll feel better.”
He gulped, but quickly obliged your request. He clumsily pulled his jeans down his legs, clearly wanting and ready despite the fact that he looked like a deer in the headlights. You lowered yourself back down, grinding against him once more. He whined softly, guiding your hips with his eyes glued to where your bodies met through the fabric.
“Have you ever done anything like this?” you asked, a little amused at how excited he was.
“Only once… high school girlfriend…” he muttered in response. 
You chuckled softly. “Poor boy.”
He groaned, continuing to move you over his nearly-painful erection. You kissed down his neck, leaving a few marks for him to remember you by when he went to bed that night. He continued letting soft, pathetic noises fall from his lips, practically panting at this point.
“You getting close already, Lizewski?” you whispered, lips brushing his ear.
He merely nodded, his hands gripping you like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. He breathed into your neck, chasing his release. But you couldn’t have that.
“You want more, don’t you?” you asked softly, winding your hand in his hair to give it a little tug.
He nodded his head, staring at you with a slack jaw.
“Okay, angel. What do you say?”
“P-please,” he whimpered softly.
You smiled to yourself, moving up on your knees and quickly working to shove his jeans down his thighs further. You paused, glancing up at him with a devilishly sweet smile.
“You think you can manage to pull those off the rest of the way so I can get my shorts off?” 
He nodded earnestly. “Yes. Yeah, I can do that.”
“Good boy,” you patted his leg, then rolled off of him to shimmy out of your shorts and panties, not wanting to wait any longer. 
You’d been patient for what felt like ages now, not jumping on the guy out of respect. But you were only a woman, and you could only put off your desires for so long: especially when he clearly wanted you just as much.
You kept your eyes on him as he pushed his briefs off, laying back on the bed with his chest heaving and hair messy around him. His cock was hard and ready and so gorgeous. He wasn’t massive or anything, but between the coloring and his shape, you were certain it was the prettiest you’d seen. The slightest curve pointing towards his tummy that was now partially exposed from his shirt riding up.
“Wow.”
“What?” He asked breathlessly, looking up at you with wide, wet eyes.
You smirked at his desperation. “You’re just really pretty like this.”
He whined softly, obviously trying not to look at your exposed lower half as you crawled towards him on the mattress again.
“I’m really glad we got paired up for this class,” you admitted, straddling his legs. “Don’t think I would’ve ever considered you otherwise. But now I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”
“Fuck,” he sighed, his eyes falling shut. “Please.”
“You sound so sweet when you beg.”
“Please,” he repeated, looking at you in utter need, his hands sliding up your thighs and to your hips.
“Shh,” you whispered back to him, reaching down to stroke his firm cock. He practically squeaked, his hips thrusting into your hand. “You’re awfully responsive, huh?”
“Y-yeah,” he all but moaned in response. “God, you’re so pretty.”
“Thanks, honey,” you replied noncommittally, dragging his tip through your folds to gather the slick there. He let out a shaky groan, fingers tightening on your hips.
“Wait,” he exclaimed softly, shaking his head.
You raised a brow, stopping your movements. “You alright?”
“Yeah. No, I’m… I am so good, you have no idea,” he mumbled quickly, still staring at you. “I just… I’d really like to be on top. If that’s okay.”
You chuckled, then nodded, obliging his request. You rolled off of him, laying on your back with your head in the pillows.
“Only because you asked so nice.”
“Thank you,” he said, whiny and needy as he moved between your legs. He let out a breathy moan as he slid his tip against you again. “You’re so soft. Wet.”
“I know.”
“Mm…”
He moaned, nearly looking like he could cry, as he started pushing into you. His eyes were glued to where you swallowed the head of his cock easily, brows knit together as he breathed heavy. 
“God… fuck…” he whined, falling on top of you with his head in your neck, letting himself ease into you. You gasped softly when he finally bottomed out, feeling yourself gush around him. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good. So good.”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” you reply, carding your hand through his hair and tugging it softly.
He lifted his head to take off his glasses, setting them on your bedside table. 
“Thank you. For letting me do this,” he whimpered, his face lowering back to your neck. 
He started thrusting his hips against yours slowly, sucking and biting at your neck as you felt his cock drag along your walls almost teasingly. He breathed heavily, every little needy noise like music to your ears. You ran your nails across his back, wanting to mark him and make him remember you every waking moment of his life. 
“You feel perfect,” he squeaked out, his hips starting to snap harder against yours as he grew more needy chasing his release. “I’ve had a crush on you all year. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
You chuckled breathily, his body pinning yours to the mattress as his hand gripped the sheets above your head. He moaned at every thrust, practically using your body to get himself off. Not that you minded. It was unbelievably hot to see him so desperate for you that he almost couldn’t help the way he pushed himself into you. 
“I could cum inside you right now,” he moaned again, moving his head to kiss you once. “Promise I won’t. But I could… I’m so close.”
“You can cum anywhere you want.”
He groaned, kissing you again, all tongue and want. “Please… Take off the shirt. Wanna… your tits.”
“Yeah?”
“Please,” he begged, whining as he kept pushing into you. “Please. I’d do anything.”
“Okay, baby,” you complied with a self-satisfied smirk, tugging at your shirt until you were able to pull it over your head. You watched him as he eyes were drawn to your breasts bouncing in your bra before you pulled that off, too.
“Oh, god…”
“You like them, huh?”
“Love ‘em,” he groaned, gripping one of your tits roughly with his hand. “God.”
“Mm…” you moaned a little, back arching into his touch. “Fuck, I’m close, too.”
“Really?” His eyes widened.
“Yeah.”
“Oh, shit. Okay. I’m… fuck, that’s so hot,” he said quickly, looking at you like you’d hung the stars just for him. “I– I’ll make you cum first. Promise.”
“Baby…”
“No, please. I wanna watch you,” he breathed out, eyes moving between your face and tits as he tried his damndest not to cum before you did.
You decided you’d be nice, just this once, and moved your hand between your bodies. You rubbed quick little circles around your clit as he kept railing you into the mattress, trying to get yourself to finish first. He whined as he kept going, squeezing his eyes shut as he clearly put in a lot of effort to hold himself off.
“You’re close?” he checked.
“Yeah. Really close. Almost there.”
“Mm…” he groaned, lowering his head and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth.
That did it.
You gasped, moaning his name as you clenched hard around his dick, soaking him in your release as he thrusted as fast as he could manage. Though you were left empty only a few seconds later as he pulled out, just in time to shoot his seed all over your bare chest. He groaned wantonly, stroking himself a little bit as he finished.
“Holy shit,” he whispered, voice high pitched and whiny. “Holy fuck. Fuck.”
“Yeah?”
He swallowed, mouth hung open as he tried catching his breath. “Uh huh.”
“You’re adorable,” you chuckled, watching as he sat down next to you, still trying to breathe normally again.
He nodded. “God damn.”
You reached for the tissues on your bedside table, wiping the cum off of your breasts as Dave fell back onto your bed in a combination of bliss and exhaustion. You chuckled at his actions, shaking your head.
“I think this makes our study sessions way more fun,” you offered after a moment.
Dave laughed breathlessly. “I think I’ll have to thank our professor.”
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moonlightspencie · 3 days ago
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ovulation horny feels like being a tiny fairy living in a beautiful forest but period horny feels like ur a pig in a farm that is about to be slaughtered
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OMG???? FUCKING EMERGANCY
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moonlightspencie · 3 days ago
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sexyback is a good song but the idea of justin timberlake being sexual disgusts me I don't even register him as a human being let alone a person or a man he's more akin to an old blind dog who pisses everywhere
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moonlightspencie · 3 days ago
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the scene where tangerine pays for ladybugs bottle of water genuinely makes me horny SORRY FOR SPEAKING MY TRUTH ✋😳🤚
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moonlightspencie · 3 days ago
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tumblr sugar daddy bots piss me off like stop playing with my feelings like that because i really DO want a weekly allowance of $2,500 to $5,000 :(((((
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moonlightspencie · 3 days ago
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living a day as a fat preteen girl would break the spirit of most fully grown men
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moonlightspencie · 3 days ago
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me this morning before my period struck and left me with dread and loneliness instead 😔🤚🏻
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moonlightspencie · 3 days ago
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*in the middle of a breakdown* Omg wait. this is just like the character
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moonlightspencie · 3 days ago
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once or twice a year some man who never spoke to me in college or high school (thrice someone from middle school) follows me on instagram. frightening every time
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moonlightspencie · 3 days ago
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A large part of the reason families were bigger in the past was because marital rape was not considered rape and birth control/abortion methods were ineffective, dangerous and/or illegal. We can dance around this and act like our great great great grandmothers just loveddddd being mamas so much that they decided out of their own free will to have 11 children. We can pretend that they DECIDED to have big families because it was a financially advantageous decision so they could have more labor around the farm. But a lot of children in the past were fundamentally unwanted and not conceived out of love, children were not a choice women got to make. We need to admit that and stop pretending historical women were inherently more maternal because they were impregnated at the age of 15 and kept having babies until they were 40. That did not make them loving mothers, it did not make them ‘the divine feminine’ and it sure did not make them happy.
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moonlightspencie · 4 days ago
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anyway you should always remember that all those foreigners you see dying on the news are just as real people as you are who have just as much interiority as you do. there is nothing about you that makes you more important and it is by pure chance that you are not in their position. in fact, this holds for all of history. every person, no matter the horror of the fate that befell them, had just as much interiority as you do. i feel like some people haven't fully internalized this.
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moonlightspencie · 4 days ago
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i hate glee im sobbing again. fuck you ryan murphy
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moonlightspencie · 4 days ago
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men don’t like me because i’m funnier than them and im not afraid to be ugly sometimes. i mean it
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moonlightspencie · 4 days ago
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truly the most american thing is Big Drink. more than late stage capitalism, more than an unparalleled cultural focus on individualism, more than 9/11 jokes
what binds all americans together culturally is Big Drink
and you might be saying "is this fat shaming" or "but mayor bloomberg outlawed Big Drink in nyc" or "gays are so annoying about their iced coffee" or some other dumb comment but no open your minds, Big Drink isn't just sugary or caffeinated beverages
every day i see one of you hydration bitches (affectionate) on the train with a water bottle so big a toddler could drown in it. that too is Big Drink. we literally invented a bigger beer can (tall boy) in wisconsin in the 60s in the service of Big Drink
anyway i never feel more american then when i have Big Drink in my hands
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