#ilove your breast

[mustainegf]

Can you write a fluff/smut for Kill ‘Em All era James? Maybe like they’re dating and it’s their first time doing it together kinda thing idk just a thought, no pressure! :) (Jamesxfem reader)

My favourite James era 😋😋

I could sense where this was leading, James held me close as he hovered over me, his lips fighting mine.

Iloved it when we kissed like that, passionate and intense. It made me forget that we had to be quiet, his band members might hear if we were too loud.

The walls here were almost paper thin.

Both of us were nervous out of our minds to have sex for the first time, but we had talked about it, and we understood how much we both wanted.

We'd been together for months now and we were both still virgins, but we were ready.

We'd seen eachother completely naked many times in the past, it's just that somehow we had never actually fucked.

That changed tonight. We both knew what would happen once we started, neither one of us would last long.

"Jamie..." I whined softly, his labored breathing humming in my ears.

He didn't say anything, just kept kissing me, his hand on my breast, squeezing it gently while teasing my nipple with his thumb. "Ohh," I gasped, arching my back, pushing against him.

I wanted more. I needed more. I always did with him. He was everything. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. "Are you ready?" James asked, sitting up. Both of us were only in our underwear at this point.

I smiled slowly at him and bit my lip. "Yes."

My voice came out breathy and full of need. I stared at him, watching him push down his boxer briefs and kick them off. I swallowed, my body shivering from nerves. Sure I was scared, but James was the only man I'd ever want to take my virginity.

His dick stood proud in attention, I had to admit, it was perfect.

Big enough to stretch, darkish pink tip, and a thick vein that ran on the underside. I could hardly wait to have it inside of me.

The only reason why I took so long was because I couldn't stop looking at him. When I realized that he was waiting for something from me, I hurriedly removed my own panties and kicked them off.

He reached for me then, his hands landing on my hips. "You are absolutely gorgeous," he whispered, kissing my neck. "And the prettiest girl I've ever met." "You don't have to say that," I said nervously.

"I mean it," James muttered, reaching down to set a kiss on my clit.

I shuddered, my eyes closing as he sucked it into his mouth, but only for a second. "Fuck," he growled, standing back up and reaching behind himself for a condom. He ripped the foil package open and rolled it on awkwardly. I giggled at him as he finally got the condom on.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Don't laugh," he warned with a chuckle. I nodded, trying not to make fun of him.

I wanted this to be perfect. Well, as perfect as it could get, considering we had to be quiet. After all, he wasn't exactly experienced either. "I love you," he murmured, placing a kiss on my forehead.

I looked up at him with a big smile. "I love you too." James watched me. "Do you trust me?" he asked, a nervous look in his eyes. I nodded, my heart racing. I trusted him with everything. "Honey," he groaned, reaching for my leg.

"Bring your leg up." I lifted it, resting my ankle on his shoulder. He grinned. "Just like that." We made awkward eye contact for a moment before James exhaled, "Okay, you ready?" He asked gently. I nodded hastily, begging to feel him in me. He slowly pushed himself inside me, pushing through the initial stinging discomfort, making me wince.

He stopped immediately, resting his forehead on mine. "Shit, I'm sorry. You okay?" I nodded quickly.

"It hurts a bit," I whispered, unsure whether I should tell him or not because I really did want this. "Yeah, I know, should I pull out?"

I shook my head. "No, please don't." I whispered.

"If you change your mind, let me know, but I'll go slow. Okay?"

"Okay," I breathed, needing him more than anything else in the world.

James very slowly rocked his hips back, every single sensation running through the both of us.

I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He felt so good inside me. It was painful, but it was the best pain I'd ever experienced. I felt him pause again, waiting for me to tell him if it hurt.

I shook my head. "It's fine," I whispered. He gave me a tight smile. "I'm glad. I just didn't want to hurt you." I nodded, throwing my arms around his neck and holding on. "It's okay, Jamie, it's getting better," I forced out, trying not to whine too loud.

"You feel really good by the way." James chuckled awkwardly, his eyes almost puppy-like.

His transparency made me laugh, giggling softly.

"You can move now, Jamie," I begged him breathlessly.

He nodded, bringing the pace back.

I couldn't really believe it, I was actually having sex, and with James. It was perfectThe idea was still so new and fresh. It felt amazing though. I was having the time of my life. After all, it was my first time.

The pain was subsiding, which was now taken over by complete lust and pleasure. He felt perfect inside of me, I could hardly describe the sensation.

"Fuck, that's good..." I groaned, throwing my head back on James' pillow.

"You're so tight.." James' voice was exhausted, but his thrusts were full of life.

I bit my lip, trying to stay quiet, but failing miserably. I was making little whimpers and whines, unable to contain myself. My body started heating up, wanting to explode.

I clutched onto his shoulders, watching his face contort with indescribable pleasure. "You can go faster James." I whispered.

James grinning maliciously, quickening his hips which made me flinch and twitch underneath him.

"Jamie-oh James, come here..." I mumbled, reaching my arms around his neck to pull him down to me. I just wanted to be close, especially in such an intimate moment.

I never thought I would experience such intense intimacy with someone. But here I was, with James. And it was wonderful.

I could easily get used to this. In fact, I already had.

With every passing second, I wanted nothing more than to have every night be like this.

"I love you, baby," James whimpered into my ear, his body shaking with every thrust.

I felt it too. I loved him. I did. And the way he was looking at me, it was clear he was feeling it too.

This was what love felt like. I knew in that moment that I was going to love him forever, no matter what he did. "I- I love you too." I moaned softly into the dark bedroom.

It only took another thrust or two before James was panicking. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum"" he uttered.

His eyes opened wide, staring down at me with an expression of desire. I smiled, gripping his hair tighter. "That's good. Come inside me, Jamie..." I breathed, thankful he had a condom on.

I reached down to rub my clit, my orgasm following behind his.

James' Body convulsed, trembling violently as he toppled onto me, filling the condom. It wasn't long after that I was spasming around his dick.

We held each other for a few moments, our hearts racing wildly. We were both moaning messes, falling down from our highs. "That was perfect..." James chuckled under his breath, kissing my cheek.

I ran my fingers through his long wispy hair, still catching my breath. "Perfect," I smiled.

James nudged himself up, gazing over at me. My cheeks went pink, running my fingertips over his light acne scars, one of my favorite parts about him. He was just so cute.

[fweasleyswhore]

Kinkmas Day 2:

Exhibition, Degradation, Praise and Daddy Kink

Let Them Hear - Fred Weasley

a lil gamer au fred fic for you !

a/n: this was discussed heavily with my friend @ilove-cedricdiggory and i had to bring it to life for them

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: Modern AU /Gamer AU. Reader wants attention while her boyfriend is gaming, and he gives it to her, with his friends still on call.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: smut, 18+ themes, daddy kink (p mild honestly), exhibition, degredation, pet names, oral and fingering (female reciving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap kids!)

“Freddie?” Poking my head through the bedroom door I saw him sat at the end of the bed. His long nimble fingers were dancing around his gaming controller, something he had been doing for the better part of the day now. Without looking at me he pulled one side of his headphones off, revealing his ear. Pushing the mic down away from his face he looked at me from the corner of his eye.

“Hey baby, what’s up.” His fingers still danced across the controller as he asked, his eyes flickering over the screen that danced with bright colors as he played.

I moved into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me I slowly padded over to him. I played with the hem of my shirt, his shirt, and sat down next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder. “Need you.”

He let out a hearty chuckle, pulling the other side of his headphones off so they rest around his neck. “Is that so, you need me?” I simply nodded, pushing my bare legs together seeking for friction. The action did not go unnoticed by Fred who smirked in response.

“I promised them we woud play,” he spoke gesturing to his headphones. I could hear the distant voices of his friends, making out Oliver and Draco saying something about meeting somewhere in the game. I let out a short huff, looking at him with my best innocent face, batting my eyelashes up at him. He laughed again, leaning forward I rested my forehead against his shoulder about to admit defeat. “Awe baby, you got it bad?”

“Yes! I tried to tell you before you got on your game and that was two hours ago!” I whined.

“Tell him what?” I heard a voice ask from the headset.

My face flushed at the sudden realization that during my small outburst I had forgotten we were in the presence of other people. Fred laughed at my reaction and pulled the mic back towards his mouth.

“Y/N is feeling a bit, needy, right now.” Fred said smug as ever. I flushed even harder, smacking his arm lightly.

“Fred!” I scolded in a light tone.

“Go on and help her then Freddie,” I heard George say, recognizing his voice.

“We don’t mind, a new match is about to start anyway, just don’t join.” Draco said.

“You guys are alright with that?” Fred asked?

“Yeah, you will be done before this match is over, we all know you last less than two minutes.” Ron snorted. Howls of laughter could be heard over the headset and I watched as Fred’s smile transformed into a scowl. I brought my arm up squeezing his bicep lightly and offering a shy smile. The cold look in his eyes gave me shivers as he looked over to me.

He pulled the headset off, tossing his controller to the side. Instead of following suit with the headphones he pulled them over my head so one encased one ear and the other was left free.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he messed with the mic so it was situated next to my mouth. My words were met with with cheers and short ‘hello’s from the boys on the headset but I ignored it watching Fred’s movements and he turned off the TV.

He leaned into me, his lips barely brushing mine. “I’m going to show them how long I last, and how good I make you feel while doing it.” I felt heat rise to my cheeks and wetness pool between my legs. I nodded in response. “Words baby.”

“Please.” I begged, opening my legs. He smiled gratefully and dropped to his knees.

“Begging already L/N? Has he even touched you?” Draco asked. Before I could respond, Fred's fingers ghosted of my clothed folds, I bucked my hips as a gentle whine escaped my lips.

Tenderly he pushed my panties to the side. Licking a strip up my dripping pussy, he stopped at my clit, circling the nub gently. His movements driving me wild I cried out again.

“What’s he doing Y/N, what could possibly be making you sound like that so quickly?” Wood asked. I could hear the disbelief in his voice.

“He’s using his, his mouth.” I replied rather out of breath. I felt Fred smile against me and he changed pace, wrapping his lips around my clit, sucking lightly and drawing small circles on it with his tongue. It felt heavenly and I called out his name to let him know it. Tangling my fingers in his hair I pulled gently, he groaned, sending vibrations through me that had me bucking wildly into his mouth.

One of his hands found my hip, the other my thigh and he pushed me down keeping me in place as he continued to push me toward the edge. I let out a long whine as he stopped to lick another stripe up my folds, stopping to tease my entrance with his tongue. “Doing so well baby, being such a good girl for me.” Fred praised before diving back down.

“Don’t let him lie to you, Y/N, you’re slut. By the sounds of it you’re about to cum and it's barely been a minute.” George piped up, laughing through his words. I hated to admit it but it made me grow wetter, an involuntary moan left my lips as Fred continued his work.

“You like that, being told how much of a whore you are?” Ron asked, his voice was hoarse as he asked, sending shivers down my spine.

“Of course she does, listen to how much she started moaning, she's just a little slut, letting Fred use her.” Draco snarled.

I moaned out loudly letting my head fall back. My orgasm was fastly approaching and as long as Fred didn’t stop I was going to fall apart.

“Are you going to cum?” Wood asked.

“Gonna prove what a slut you really are?” Draco pushed. I moaned out again, Fred continued to lick at my clit, ravishing me. I lifted my head, looking at him with heavy eyes waiting for him to give me what I needed.

He made eye contact with me, raising his eyebrows in a silent question. I nodded feverishly letting out a small whine. He hummed against my clit, both answering me and tipping me over the edge. I came with a long moan, arching my back and fisting the sheets so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if I tore through them with my nails.

“F-Fred!” I jolted as he continued attacking my clit. His grip on my hip and thigh grew tighter and he pulled me against his mouth, not slowing down. I shook as the overstimulation took over, my abdomen, I fell back on the bed, arching my back as high as it would allow, my muscles clenched and unclenched, my legs shook of their own accord. Fred removed his hand from my hip, his fingers trailing over my entrance.

“Listen to her begging like a whore, you hear this?” George muttered.

“Unbelievable, she's a blubbering mess, falling apart at his every move.” Ron muttered.

“Do you like being used Y/N?” One of them asked, I couldn’t distinguish who as Fred teased my entrance with his fingers.

Letting out a long languid moan to answer their question, I bucked into Fred’s touch. The shake from overstimulation began to fuel the pit in my stomach as it quickly returned. Fred pushed two fingers inside of me, taking no time to crook them upwards and hit that spot inside of me that had me seeing stars. His lips pulled harder on my clit as his fingers sent a sensual pase. Pushing into me slowly and pushing against me. I was shaking, my second orgasm seconds away.

“Please, I-I need to cum,” I panted. “Please Daddy, let me cum.” I screamed as Fred suddenly fastened his pace.

“Daddy? I didn’t know you were into that L/N.” Ron said.

Realizing my slip I pulled my head up scared to see Fred but when I met his eyes they were lust filled, pupils dilated so much they almost looked completely black.

“Are you going to cum for Daddy?” Wood taunted.

I whined, begging for permission to release that would eventually happen with permission or not.

Fred nipped my clit lightly, brushing his teeth over it while simultaneously burying his fingers deep within me. I bucked wildly against his grip, cumming for a second time in mere minutes. I felt my release squelch on his fingers as he slowed down his pace, slowly pulling his face away and his fingers following suit. I layed there, blissed out and twitching watching him stand over me, wiping my release off his chin on the back of his hand.

“You did so good baby, so good for Daddy.” I felt my cheeks warm up as he used the title.

“Such a slut, greedy one too, has he gotten any attention.” The words from Draco pulled me from my blissed out state and I looked down at Fred to see his dick straining painfully against his trousers.

“Freddie…” I made grabby hands toward the man, he smiled and leaned over me.

“Not my name.” He whispered against my lips, moving to make open mouthed kisses down my jaw and to my neck.

“D-Daddy?”

He hummed against the column of my neck and I could feel his smug smile forming. “Yes baby?”

“Fuck me.” I said softly, placing my hands on his shoulders, pulling his head back up to mine I brushed my lips against his gently. “Please.”

“Such a dirty mouth, think he’d have half the mind to punish you.” George said. By the half hearted chuckle that escaped Fred’s lips I knew he heard him too.

“Not tonight,” He whispered, bringing one hand down my side he pulled up my shirt, bunching it above my breasts. “But next time I won’t be so nice.” One hand roamed the now free expanse of my chest as the other propped him up. His hand gently pinched my nipple, eliciting a moan from my throat.

“That’s too bad, I would have loved to hear him spank you.” Oliver groaned. I moaned lightly at his words, the thought of him bending me over and punishing me made me grow impossibly wetter. I would not be surprised if there was a wet spot on the bed.

“Spread those pretty legs for me.” Fred said. I quickly obliged, pulling my knees up and to the side, opening myself up for him. “Such a pretty cunt, all spread and wet for me.”

“You’re really wet for Weaselbee Y/N?” Draco asked, followed by a ‘hey’ of offense from George and Ron.

“Mate she’s drenched.” Fred replied having heard him. I felt my face heat up, feeling self conscious being the center of attention and having all the boys discuss my sex. Out of instinct I began to pull my legs together to hide but Fred stopped me. Pushing my legs apart he leaned down, landing a gentle kiss to each of my hip bones. “You’re beautiful baby, don’t hide from me.”

I nodded shyly, relaxing in his grip I brought my hands down to release him. Pulling his cock out he let out a low hum as I stroked it lightly, beckoning him closer to me with each pump. Soon his hand found my wrist, prying me off of him he linked our fingers together, using his other hand to line himself up with my enterance.

Slowly he pushed in, bottoming out and grinding his pelvis into me. “Ah, yes, m-move please.” I begged as he rutted his hips in a circular motion.

He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, towering over me he held both my hands, pinning them above my head with his own. He set a relentless pace that had my stomach in knots in seconds. My legs felt like jelly as he bottomed out with each thrust.

“So good for me baby, taking my cock so well.” Fred growled in my ear. A broken moan left my lips in response.

“Thank you Daddy,” I cried out. I felt my eyes become glassy with pleasure and he leaned down placing gentle kisses on my cheekbones urging the tears to not fall.

“You’re such a little slut letting him use you like that.” Draco breathed into his mic.

“Such a whore spread open for him.” Wood added. I moaned, tightening my walls around him causing Fred to hit that spot inside of me perfectly.

“I’m going to- please Daddy,” I didn’t finish my sentence. It fell into a broken moan as Fred pounded into me with intent.

“Gonna cum Y/N?” Ron asked.

“Gonna cum on his cock like a little whore?” George followed.

“Yes!” I cried. “Please!” I begged, a few tears fell down my face as I fought off my orgasm.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me.” Fred moaned in my ear. I let go of all of my pride as I cried out broken thank you’s.

“Daddy, yes, yes, thank you.” My back arched off the bed, feeling my nipples brush against his chest. His hips began to falter and soon he pushed himself in me completely, cumming inside of me with reckless abandon. He pushed his already flush hips into me a few more time, driving his cum deep inside of me.

“Dirty whore did you like that, moaning for us, putting on a little show?” Draco asked.

“Yes.” I answered breathlessly. Fred tenderly pulled out, collapsing ontop of my chest.

“Dirty girl,” Oliver tutted.

“A good girl.” Fred responded straight into the mic. I blushed at his words.

“Can’t argue with that.” George said.

“Nope.” Ron agreed.

Fred pulled the headset off of me, I put up no fight, laying there with useless legs and ragged breaths.

“Don’t talk shit about my game, might I remind you none of you are in a serious relationship and I just made my girl cum three times.” Fred said into the mic. I heard arguing over the headset but it was soon diminished to nothing as Fred left the call laughing to himself.

He turned to me standing at the foot of the bed, running a single finger up my shaking legs. “You did so good baby, I didn’t know you had that in you.” He said a goofy grin adorning his beautiful features.

“I could say the same for you, Daddy.” I arched my back as I spoke, driving my chest into the air. I watched his eyes grow dark again, and I bet his dick was twitching watching me.

“If you want to walk at all this week I suggest you stop while you're ahead.”

“Make me.”

[mita-rashi]

SAM! Sam, i never met anyone on this site quite like you. Everything mostly everything about you is left field but i say that in the best way possible. You are unique in your writings and in your personality. You've been so kind and patient with me so thank you i feel like i dont say that enough. I hope you know how much you are appreciated. You drive me crazy but i adore you. Also for the longest time I kept confusing you and hunter LMFAO.But eh ilove the both of you like crazy so its fine :')

Send the mun or muse something that you’ve wanted to say to them this year but didn’t have the chance to! // @neoninjutsu

Thank you so much for sending this, honestly. I’m gonna hold it close - TO MY BREASTS -  and look at it on bad days because you are honestly one of those writers I look up to. I love the way you handle dark themes and muses. I’m so glad I decided to barge into your ask box and get to know you

Also how the fuck did you confuse me with Hunter? 

Is it the slow output and high quantity of shitposts? 

[retro-melanin]

Home Is Where You Are (part II)

LET’S GET NASTY. This is my first publicly posted smut so be gentle pls. This is basically PWP. Also I’m a subby, bottom ass bitch so that’s the perspective this is written from. Idk how to link on mobile but part one is on my blog. Sorry for any typos, but enjoy y’all!

‘He’s really here,’ you thought. You ambushed his face with kisses, and he blinked sweetly at the onslaught.

“I love you. I love you. I love youuuuu,” you sang song between kisses. You watched his eyes crinkle into a smile, and your heart swelled. Chadwick lifted you up without warning, causing an eeeep to escape you.

“Looooooove, loooOOOOoOove, loooooove,” he sang SZA’s Love Galore to you as he turned the two of you so that he could sit down on the bed. You both let out hearty laughs with heads thrown back and mouths agape. When you both settled, you let your hands snake around Chadwick’s head. You threaded your fingers through his tightly coiled curls and brought his face within inches of yours. He spoke first.

“I don’t know how i went three months without holding you, baby,” he whispered. He closed the distance between your lips. His soft, pillowy lips meeting yours with just the right amount of pressure. You inhaled deeply as your lips moved in tandem with his. You tugged, ever so gently, on his kinks, and he surged forward. What began as innocent, familiar kissing, slowly morphed into something more visceral. You sucked on his bottom lip before diving in for a lewd, sloppy kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming ownership.

“Mmmm,” you moaned, pulling away. You watched his lips chase yours.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re sleepy baby. It’s just been so long....” he trailed off. His eyes following your fingers as you slowly undid each button on his shirt.

“I don’t know why you keep apologizing,” you said as you rolled your hips over the bulge you could feel forming beneath you. You finished unbuttoning his shirt, and you used your index finger to bring his gaze up to meet yours.

“Do you want to unwrap your present? Or you want me to do it for you?” You whispered into his ear. You let your teeth graze his earlobe, and you felt him shiver beneath you.

“Let me baby,” he said with a smirk. He reached for he hem of his baggy, old tank top and pulled it up. He gasped as caught a glimpse of your lingerie. He hurriedly pulled the tank top completely off of you to reveal your red lace teddy. The see through lace hugged the swell of your breasts, barely obscuring your dark nipples. His eyes followed the deep v and rested where the lace finally met, just below your belly button and dangerously close to where you needed him so badly.

“Oooooh SHIT. This is....wow.” He exclaimed. “I get to call you my girl? I don’t know if i deserve allathis.”

“I know I look good if i got you out here swearing,” you joked.

“Better than good baby, you’re perfect.” He kissed you. “Wonderful.” Kiss. “Astonishing.” Kiss “Awe-inspiring” Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. “Let me worship your body.”

“Baaaaby, tonight was supposed to be about you,” you whined. You wanted to pamper your man, but you already knew this was a losing battle. Once Chadwick made up his mind, there was no sense in trying to changing it. He planted kisses along your jaw. Slowly, he made it way to your ear and nibbled on it. The hitch of his hips told you he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

“Feel that?” He breathed. “As long as you’re satisfied so am I.” He immediately started sucking on your neck. Making lewd noises that further edged you on. You couldn’t control the way your hips were rolling as you writhed on his lap. His hands came to cup your breasts. He ran teasing fingers over your peaked nipples, and you let out a squeaky moan. Pleased with your reaction, he began turning his attention to your chest.

He looked at you through his long lashes his lips met your sternum. Gently, he nudged the fabric of your teddy so that your nipples were free. Your heart skipped a beat as he slowly and deliberately laved at your left nipple. He maintained eye contact the entire time—knowing what it does to you. He let his lips close around it as he began suckling softly at the sensitive flesh.

“Mmmm ohhhhhh shit.” You moaned with a quiver in your voice. Immediately he sucked hard, making you wetter than you thought possible. His tongue was making lazy circles around your pebbled nipple. He mimicked the motion with his fingers on your other breast. His mouth replaced his fingers, and you were done for. Between the gentle flicking and long pulls, he was making it impossible to control yourself. Your body was starting to go lax from sheer pleasure, and he seemed to realize playtime was over.

He picked you up from his lap and laid you onto the bed. You watches as he stripped down to his boxers. ‘Fuuuuck i wanna taste him,’ you thought, but that glint in his eye told you he had other plans. He covered your body with his own, and placed a chaste kiss to your lips chuckling when you tried to deepen it.

“Ah, ah, ah, baby. I’m in charge of your pleasure now,” he growled. You loved it when he got like this. Wild. Unpredictable. Dominant. He placed the same chaste kisses on each nipple. Your sternum. Your bellybutton. And just above your pussy. He hovered there for a moment. You could feel his hot breath on your covered clit. You closed your eyes and waited for him to give you what you needed. Knowing if you made eye contact it would be too much. You waited. And waited. And waited. Nothing came, Chadwick was still in the same position when you opened your eyes. So close yet not close enough. He chuckled deeply and said “this lingerie is stunning, but it’s time for it to go.”

‘He MUST be crazy,’ you thought. “Chadwick. Boseman. If you don’t give me what I need!” You yelled. He burst out laughing.

“There’s my girl,” he said fondly. He wasted no time getting your teddy off and settling back between your thighs. He held your legs and began pressing kisses to the inside of each thigh. Getting higher and higher up until he was mere inches away from your dripping cunt. Ever the tease, he licked long strokes up either side of where you needed him most.

“Look at me,” he demanded when he’d seen your eyes had fallen shut yet again. You forced your eyes open, and the minute your eyes met his he slid his tongue out to connect with your clit. You couldn’t help the long wanton moan that escaped your lips. He made several kitten licks that sent shivers down your spine, but you both knew it wasn’t enough. He put your legs on his shoulders, parted your lips, and got to work.

He flattened his tongue against your clit and sucked, hard. Causing you to go completely lax and call out his name. He alternated between long licks that spanned your whole pussy to focused attention on your clitoris. He let his tongue slide inside of you and explore your inner walls. You had a feeling he wanted more than one orgasm from you tonight because you were nearing your first one. Your hand clutched the bed sheets when he pulled your hood back and ravished your exposed sex.

He clutched one of your hands, holding it to ground you. His other arm was holding your waist down. He was in total control, and that spiked your arousal. Another hard suck on your clit made your breath hitch. He did it again and you moaned breathily. It was all too much. The dirty, wet noises he was making, his unyielding arm on your waist, his reassuring grip on your hand. He hummed sending vibrations through your sex. Could tell you were close by the constant “uh, oooo, aaaah” your we’re making so he doubled down and sucked like his life depended on it.

“Fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCK. IM COMING. IM COMING OOOOH SHIT. OHMYGOD.” Your vision whited out as an intense wave of pleasure washed over you. He pulled off as you trembled with after shocks. The arm that was holding you down disappeared, which you wouldn’t have noticed until he started toying with your clit again. You jerked away. Surely, he couldn’t want another out of you so soon. But he was relentless.

“Baby BABY i caaaaan’t,” You whimpered.

“I don’t remember telling you we were done yet. I think you still owe me a couple more. How about one for each month i was away?” His tone was dark and predatory. This wasn’t up for negotiation. The fingers that were playing with your clit were now prodding at your entrance.

“Fuuuuck baby you’re so wet. I can’t wait to get in there.” He breathed.

He easily slid in two of his long fingers and you cried out from pleasure. Once inside of you, he curled his fingers and searched around until he found your g-spot.

“CHADWICK. FUCK. PLEASE. PLEASE.” You didn’t know what you were begging for but that didn’t stop you.

“Remember, no running. if you run, you’ll get punished” he warned. He knew you had a tendency to squirm away when you were approaching another orgasm. He loved watching your hips try to wiggle away from the intense pleasure, and he was obsessed with how well you took your punishments. He dove down and devoured your clit again. You screamed as your eyes rolled back into your head. He moved with urgency this time around, trying to force this orgasm out as quickly as possible. He continued to massage your g-spot while he made out with your clit. It was too much too soon.

“C-chad. Uhf oooh oh my god aaaaAHHHH.” Your toes started to curl and your legs were shaking. “Please! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE OH FUCK.” You couldn’t help it. Your hips started to squirm away. He followed you. One of your hands went to his head. The other, still entangle with Chadwick. Still grounding you. Still letting you know how much he loves you. At that thought, you let go. “AAAAAHHH SHIT CHAD. ILOVE YOU I LOVEYOU. fuCK.”

A lazy smile took over his face when he finished.

“That’s two,” he said, “we’re almost there.” He came up and pressed a kiss to your lips. You grabbed his face with both hands and licked your juices off of him. The two of you kissed while your body was coming down. Chadwick pulled back.

“I love you too baby, but you tried to run and you know what that means.” Before you could process what he said, he slapped your clit HARD three times.

“CHAD. FUCK.” Your legs shook. He held your face in his larger hands, and said “that’s it baby you’re doing so good for me.” Something inside you lit up, and gave you a third wind.

“I’m ready for my last one,” you whispered. You don’t remember how or when Chad took his boxers off, but you’re oh so thankful he did. His beautiful, lithe, form hovered over yours. He aligned is dick with your entrance and pushed in. He went slowly so you could feel every inch.

“Fuck baby i forgot how big you were,” you moaned. You felt his dick jump inside of you. You looked up and his eyes were screwed shut. You saw how hard he was straining to maintain his resolve. You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine by doing a kegel. He gasped and stared down to you. So you did it again of course. He let out a longer moan and managed to look so scandalized.

“What?” You feigned innocence. He laughed and said “wow, I’m so in love with you.”

He started corkscrewing his hips. Digging you out. This wasn’t fucking. This was coming home. This was making love. Your bodies rolled together like a tide. You moved as one. You wrapped your legs around his waist to give him better access. He obliged by sliding in feelings. You hitched your hips up to meet his thrusts, loving the stunted moan he let out every time. He was deep inside of you. Scratching the itch you’d been ignoring for months now.

“Mmmmm ooooh shiiiiiiit” he moaned right next to your ear. “Babe, it’s time for you to come one more time.” He shifted his hips so that his pelvis grinned against your poor, abused clit. That coupled with his increasingly shortened, staccatoed thrusts began the tingling in your lower abdomen. He grabbed your hands, held them, and raised them above your heads. You felt so safe, secure, and loved. He kissed you, slow and deliberate. You moaned against his mouth. You felt yourself tighten around his length. “Ooooooh” you moaned.

“Shit,” he said under his breath. His hips lost their rhythm and he began thrusting wildly, seeking his pleasure. Together you came with the other’s name on your lips.

You passed out immediately after, which made Chadwick smile. He cleaned you up and wrapped you up in his arms. ‘I’m so glad to be home,’ was the last thing he thought before he too, drifted off.

[imaginedilestrade]

Your stories absolutely make my day! 😊 ILOVED an English Blizzard soo much! I was just wondering if I could ask for a one shot where reader tells her friends who the mystery boyfriend is. With maybe a little naughty bits here and there too. 😊

A/N: Ahhh I never thought of them finding out! And thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed ‘An English Blizzard’ and I hope you enjoy this! Some NSFW themes but nothing too graphic.

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“I have to get back to the flat…” you drawled out and tried to pull your hand out of Greg’s grip “Someone’s got to keep an eye on it and I haven’t been back for a few days.”

“Alright,” Greg pouted.

You playfully rolled your eyes and pecked his lips “You know…everyone’s back home for winter break.” Your suggestive smirk made Greg’s eyebrows shoot up “You could come back with me with Cooper and we can hang out on the couch and watch Christmas movies and kiss the day away…” you trailed off.

“Hmm how much kissing would be involved?” He asked with a small smirk.

You nonchalantly shrugged “If you came back with me you’d find out.” Greg quickly stood up and wrapped his arms around you, spinning you around on the spot and you filled his house with the sound of your laughter.

“Well lets go!”

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Greg took an overnight bag with him to stay the night as well as Coopers things. You constantly teased Greg that you were more excited about Cooper staying over than him.

“You know I’m only joking…” you trailed off and Greg rolled his eyes. You turned to the dog and mouthed 'no I’m not’ to him with a smile.

“I saw that!”

Your mouth made an 'O’ shape before turning into a smile “D'aww I’m sorry.” Greg parked beside your apartment block and turned to you with a pout on his face you bit down on your lip and reached your hand out, placing it on the back of his neck and pulling him in for a long kiss.

“We haven’t even made it to your flat yet…” Greg mumbled against your lips.

You pulled back with tingling lips “I couldn’t wait, but let’s go. I have a mountain of DVDs to watch with you.”

You took Cooper’s leash and Greg took his bag. You both walked up to your flat hand in hand…Greg’s would occasionally 'slip out’ of yours and 'accidentally’ land on your bum.

As soon as you opened the door his mouth crashed against yours and you let go of Coopers leash, allowing him to run around the flat freely, although he ended up on Sherlocks bed and falling asleep. You moaned against Greg’s lips and the vibrations sent chills up his spine. You walked backwards as Greg lead you to the couch where you both landed with a small thud.

Greg was quick to put his large hands under your top and roam them teasingly over your skin, he’d sneakily tempt you by brushing his fingers over your bra, making you think he’d slip his whole hand in and drive you into bliss but he moved his hand away with a sly smile “Greg…” you whined his name.

“What?” He asked before licking his lips that were still pressed to your mouth, making your tongues collide for a millisecond.

“Don’t be such a tease…professor” you knew calling him that would drive him insane. It worked wonders and he practically ripped off your bra with a growl. You slowly stripped off your jumper and Greg let out a whimper seeing so much exposed skin “Like what you see Professor Lestrade?”

“I really do…” he moaned and kissed down the valley between your breasts “And I really love it when you call me professor…”

“You’re really into this professor kink aren’t you?” you let out a snort of laughter. Greg looked up and narrowed his eyes at you “Don’t worry, I am too…” you winked and Greg smiled widely before pouncing at you one again and moulding his lips perfectly against yours.

“We’re home!” You froze hearing Mary’s voice echoing through the flat. You pushed Greg off you and he fell to the floor. You quickly put on your jumper and peeked your head over the couch.

“Wh-what are you doing back so soon?!” You struggled to breathe due to Greg’s kisses and sheer shock of seeing your friends home.

Mary didn’t answer your question but instead gasped with a large smile on her face “Are you with…him? Did we disturb you and your 'fancy man’”

Cooper barked and ran out of Sherlocks room, tackling him to the ground “You got a dog while we were away?” He asked, bewildered.

“N-no that’s-”

“That’s my dog…” you turned your head around and watched Greg slowly standing up.

Mary, John, Sherlock and Molly’s jaws dropped in shock, you felt your face burn and your stomach sink.

“He’s your boyfriend?!” Mary screamed out. You turned to face them and slowly nodded “Isn’t that against a rule or something?”

“No it’s not we checked everything out before we started dating.” You told her yet the look of shock still remained on their faces.

“I can’t believe you’ve been shagging Mary’s professor!” John eventually laughed and was bent over clutching his stomach.

Yours and Greg’s cheeks were stained a bright red colour and you awkwardly cleared your throat. Sherlock eventually giggled too “By the looks of things Y/N was just about to get her PHD…her professors hard dic-”

“Alright Sherlock!” You screamed out to cut Sherlock off “We get you! And he’s not my professor he is just a professor at uni!”

The tall curly hair brunette laughed with John and even Molly stifled a laugh. You let out a long groan “We’re going out.” You grabbed Greg’s hand and dragged him out the flat, grabbing Cooper on the way out.

“We’re happy for you!” You heard Mary shout and smiled to yourself before heading out to Greg’s car, instantly being hit by the cold.

You heard Greg laugh and looked at him with a raised brow “What?”

“You finding it cold…?” He suggestively trailed off and looked down to your chest. You followed his gaze and let out a gasp, folding your arms over your chest.

“Please don’t look,” you told him and handed Cooper over to him. Greg smiled and leaned forward, crashing his lips to yours.

You pulled away hearing cheers coming from your living room window and looked up to see Mary, John, Molly and Sherlock all cheering you and Greg. You turned to him with a shy smile.

“I think your friends approve…” Greg smirked before kissing you again.

[captain-annoyingbouquetpupp-blog]

hello how are u?

Idon’t know what it’s like to watch someone die suddenly. I can only speak to watching them die slowly. Except it isn’t slowly. It is something else. Time shatters. Skies swallow them. Multiple skies. There is a soundtrack. There is a light show. Different for every death and every loved one left behind. And then there is just you. A miniature version of you that is quietly on fire. You are Polly Pocket. You are Polly Pocket standing in the middle of a tiny, hollow forest fire. This should horrify and anger you, Polly. You live in Death’s pocket. There’s a bed, a kitchenette, a bathroom and a forest fire. It all matches. It’s all bright pink because you are a girl. It’s blue if you’re a boy. Which isn’t fair. None of it is fair. I’m sorry Peter Pocket, I wish we could change colors. I’m sorry Peter, you think you can scream but you can’t. You can’t even talk really. So the fire eats you, like it eats me. It eats me like the cancer ate the bodies of my loved ones. Slowly and then enough. Enough.

Complicated grief “they” call it. “They” equals, “Who the fuck are you?”

Ilove making my therapist laugh. Oops.

She thinks I deserve physical contact. “Hey, leave the jokes to me, Lady!” I zing, but it’s very charming, very charm-zing, “Have you ever read Plotinus?”

Before she can answer, time is up. Okay, I’ll just tuck this therapy receipt into my dead dad’s fanny-pack that I am currently wearing and be on my way.

I only read like a page of Plotinus’ stuff but get this, he was a philosopher who was ashamed of having a body. And right now that just feels so right. Should I date him? The answer is nope. Plotinus was ashamed of having a body because he thought his spirit was too amazing to be contained in a body. I shouldn’t date him because if we were at the food court in the Topanga Mall in 2003 and that John Mayer “Bigger Than My Body” song started playing, he’d be like, “This is me! This is ME!” and I would be mortified in front of the staff and everyone in line at Sbarro. Again. Once is enough, Plotinus. Sbarro me the pain, I’ve Sbarro’d enough.

Plotinus, you and I share the same shame but we are so different. You are like John Mayer and I am not a dick.

I’ve had body shame. Of course I have. As a teenager I was awful to my body. I starved it and binged it and let idiot boys violate it. Even when I got a little better, I still complained about my hot bod for all of my twenties. But I have stumbled upon a new kind of body shame. A deeper shame. I’m ashamed of having a body because it ends. It’s so embarrassing. Your body will end. Yours and mine. I saw it happen to someone I loved so much. Twice. In two years. Back to back. I saw my dad’s body end. I watched it end. Yellow, gaunt, swollen, then gone. Wrapped in a white shroud, carried down my sister’s steps, his feet sticking out of the sheet on the stretcher. They bumped his head on the gate. My sister and I saw it happen. We wanted to tell him that they bumped his head on the gate, but there we were, stuck in the very first moment of never being able to tell him anything.

His body ended at sixty-two. Samantha’s body ended at thirty-seven. My friend. She was beautiful. Striking. She had bones and breasts and liters of blood and then like an epic and shitty magic trick, all of those things disappeared. I watched cancer suck her teeth and then drown her. I watched cancer eat my father’s eyes. I heard him breathe a few hundred cancerous, morphine death sighs and then poof, gone. Watch your head on the gate, Dad. Why didn’t you say, “Ow”? Why didn’t you move your head? Why didn’t you lift your head up and say, “Hey watch the gate, will ya fellas?” to the funeral parlor guys? Oh. Oh. Right.

My dad died in March of 2015. Samantha even helped me grieve. She had lost her father at age fifteen. She was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer in November of 2015. She never smoked. She ran half-marathons. She almost didn’t tell me when she was diagnosed, to protect me from more cancer. I’m lucky she told me because hearts are not really for protecting, they are for getting obliterated. She died October of 2016. But timelines don’t even matter. Grief is like time-travel, except it sucks. Think Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure meets The Diary of Anne Frank. You visit the dead where the drinks have little umbrellas but no taste. You meet them in the Bermuda Triangle — three separate, swirling worlds — their illness, their death, and their life before those two inexcusable mistakes.

Being died on isn’t easy. It’s much worse to be very ill and then die. Duh. I know they had to do the impossible thing. They had to suffer beyond words and squeeze in their last laughs and cast their eternal love spells and sum up their life experience or not sum it up at all and then they had to vanish. But I had to watch, helpless. I have specifics if you want them. I have hundreds of specifics if you want them. They live in me. In my plastic stomach. My formica head. My heart that is bloated with pain. I had to watch them die, slowly. Until it was sudden. Until it was final. And now I just have to be here. I mean I’m lucky to be here but goddamn.

The amount of grief that’s coursed through my body is too much. Death. Divorce. Death. Death. If you acquire too many losses in a short period of time, are you just a loser now? Probably yeah. I don’t have cancer but cancer has gutted me and made me pretty much feral and deranged. Very subtly. Thanks, cancer, you’re a shitbag. For two years cancer has made me say I’m fine because I’m not the one with cancer. Also, in a total dick reverse move, cancer-grief has even made me accidentally torture a cancer patient/survivor with my suffocating, desperate love. The subtext of all of my mistakes: PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME PLEASE DON’T DIE. Cool! Way to go, Me! Way to ADD some bullshit to a cancer patient’s plate.

Speaking of plates, did you know grief can destroy many parts of you? Did you know that the complications of grief can be delayed? That when a major death occurs, you are often just in shock for the first year? So when everyone forgets about your loss, that’s when it starts to pummel you the hardest? My appetite and digestion are fucked. It’s exhausting. My insides aren’t working right. My insides seize up. Like they used to do when my dad would burst into my room yelling at me. I’d try to fit under my bed. I’d try to get small. Now I can. Now that I am Polly Pocket. When you are Polly Pocket you can disappear a little. You can move the furniture around in Death’s pocket. You can gaze out at the pink flames as you sip your pink lava tea. People will let you disappear if you fight for that. They’re busy. Or more loyal to your ex. Or not thinking about you. Or if they do, if they reach out, you should probably stay home and tend to this fire, Polly.

An unfortunate side effect of trying to become invisible is that you don’t become invisible. It’s very troubling. You can disappear but people can still see you. And boy do they see you. When your body has changed significantly, people often talk about it to your face. I lost 20 pounds from grief. Just grief. No cool healthy diet/exercise thing. Loss of appetite. Trauma-related nausea. Severe constipation with a side of bleeding asshole. HOT. I’m 5 foot 2 inches. I was 128 pounds, now I’m 108 pounds. People notice.

People love it! “Divorce looks great on you.” “You’re in such great shape!” “What are you doing, you look amazing.” “You’re a babe now.” “So good for on-camera work.”

People hate it! “Don’t lose any more weight, you’re too thin.” “Oh my god, I didn’t even recognize you.” “You’re so tiny.” “You look like a young Willem Dafoe.” (Okay, I added the last one.)

I have never felt more exposed. More embarrassed. More at a loss for words. I have to wear my trauma in public. I have to take it with me on stage to my comedy shows. I had to take it to my grandma’s funeral, my dad’s mom. The funeral he skipped because he was too dead to attend. He died March 12th, 2015, she died on September 11th, 2016 (hilarious move to piggy-back onto a national tragedy, Grandma.). But timelines don’t even matter. Think Back to the Future meets Nell meets Weekend At Bernie’s.

[ezpzlemonsqueezee]

if i dream of you enough, hopefully my dreams can come true. cus i got a two seat dinner for you and me in the stars. 

ilove you, it’s hurt to see you letting go recently. maybe someone does make you happier than i do. or maybe im just not what you like anymore. sometimes it may not feel right living with you and i’ve yet to understand why that feeling becomes but i know without you my world feels like nothing. i wanted to kiss your forehead, nose, lips, neck, breasts, vagina, i want all of you. I want to make you feel safe at night, hold you close and protect you from the dangers of the night, and life. Everything will be alright. With or without you. I would really love to have you as a friend at least, I want to be living insanely sucessfully with you around to enjoy it with me. I, EJ, loves, Z. no one can take that from me

[mustainegf]

you're a literal poet in your mustaine smuts omg. so i thought i'd request a rough dave smut with angst tone, perhaps in the middle of a fight he or reader just grabs the other and kiss em ✨️angrily✨️ or push them onto the bed and just like "yolo im fucking the shit outta you". then at the end of the angry sex they just cuddle and whisper "sorry"'s in eachother's ears with some tears and maybe aftercare. IDK WHY THIS REQ IS REALLY LONG IM SORRY

I love how you guys can tell Dave is my favourite to write for LMAO I love you nonnie and this request is so scrumptious!?! Omg?!

As Dave and I found ourselves trapped in yet another heated debate about his relentless work schedule, frustration bubbled within me like a relentless tide.

“You're always working, Dave. We never have time for each other anymore," I lamented, my voice tinged with sadness and resentment.

He retaliated with excuses, his words landing like blows, each one stinging more than the last. "I have to work, you know that. It's not like I want to spend all my time in the studio," he argued, his tone defensive.

Back and forth we went, our voices rising and falling like waves crashing against the shore.

But then, in the midst of our tumultuous exchange, Dave suddenly fell silent. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, holding me captive in its intensity.

And before I could comprehend what was happening, he reached out, his hands cupping my face with a tenderness that caught me off guard.

In that moment, the weight of our argument faded as his lips found mine in a desperate kiss.

It was as if he had been starving for my touch, and I was his sole source of sustenance.

He devoured me, kissing me with a passion that left me breathless. And then, just when I thought he would never stop, he pulled away, his eyes burning with need.

Fuck, Whyd he have to be so hot when he was angry?

Dave scooped me up quickly, tossing me onto the bed, his eyes still locked onto me.

He pounced, climbing over me as he lips found mine again. I couldn't help but cup his cheeks, fighting my lips with his.

"Let me show you how much I care, if you don't believe me." he growled angrily, nipping at my neck.

"Dave, I-'" I started, but he cut me off, tearing my shirt off. "Hush, just relax."

And then it hit me-this was the way Dave was expressing his love for me. He didn't say the words, but his actions spoke volumes.

As he stripped me down, I realized he was doing this to prove that I mattered to him. To make me understand that despite his busy schedule, I was his top priority.

That he was willing to put everything else aside for me. The realization filled me with warmth, and I let go of all the anger and hurt that had been building inside me.

His thick brows furrowed with determination as he stripped me bare, leaving me on display for him.

He tugged off his shirt, god Iloved his body. He wasn't skinny, nor was he heavy. He was strong, with somewhat of a dadbod. So sexy.

He crawled up my body and took my mouth roughly, swallowing my moan. Fuck, this man was gonna give me the best orgasm ever. "So beautiful," he muttered, trailing his fingers over my chest.

"Let me show you just how much." His kisses were like fire. Hard, intense, and with such passion. I knew it was because of how frustrated he was, but I didn't care. "Just how much I love you." he murmured.

Dave wasted no time in peeling off his sweats and boxers, and I could see just how desperate he was.

His erection stood proudly from his hips, reaching for me. My heart raced as I spread my legs wide, welcoming him inside. I whimpered, my own arousal pulsing between my legs.

He teased me, sliding just the head into me, pausing there until I was begging for more. His hands stroked my breasts, squeezing them softly.

He slowly entered me, filling me inch by glorious inch. "Yes, oh yes," I cried, loving every single inch of him. He pushed deeper, burying himself inside me. Our eyes met, and he smiled. God, Iloved that smile.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked huskily. "Ye-yes," I gasped, unsure if I even heard right. But who cared now, I was getting exactly what I needed.

"Fuck, yeah," he growled, pulling out and slamming back in. I screamed as he fucked me hard, hitting me deep.

His hand gripped my leg tightly, lifting it around his shoulder, giving him access. I felt like I was being branded with his mark, claiming me as his.

Fuck, yes, that's exactly what it felt like. "Dave," I whimpered. "Come on, sweetheart," he whispered.

He drove into me harder, faster.

Every thrust sent sparks shooting through my veins. "Look at me," he demanded, his eyes meeting mine. His pupils dilated, his desire pouring from him.

"See how much I care? How much I love you?

Wanna be with you?" He hissed, ramming his hips against mine.

I was lost in his heat, wrapped in his love. Nothing else mattered except us and the connection we shared. I saw the wildness in his eyes, his nostrils flaring.

His gaze was pure and focused, and in that moment, I knew he was giving me his whole heart.

He pulled out and slammed back in, driving me to the edge.

As I watched him, I realized just how much I loved him, no matter how angry either of us got.

"Fuck, Baby, I'm gonna cum!" I wailed, gripping the messy sheets.

Dave fucked into me as hard as he possibly could, letting out groans of his own. "Cum, cum for me..." he growled.

I whined into the bedroom, tipping my head back as helpless words fell from my mouth. "Right there! Oh, I love you..." I whimpered, feeling myself let go and cum over his pistoning cock.

"I'm almost there, sweetheart," Dave whined under his breath.

He pulled out and shot his load across my stomach and breasts. I could feel it warming my skin, and it felt amazing. I opened my eyes, looking into his dazed expression.

"You okay?" He asked softly, grabbing a few tissues from the bedside table to clean his cum from me.

"Mhmm.." I closed my eyes as Dave finished wiping me off.

Once he was done, he came back down on the bed, holding me close, trying to comfort me. "Hey, shhh... I'm here, I promise," he whispered softly. I sighed, resting my head on his chest.

"I'm sorry.." he whispered. "You're right, I should be making more time for you," he agreed softly. I buried my face in his long soft hair, holding him tight.

"I'm sorry for getting so upset," I mumbled, melting into him.

I couldn't help but sniffle, I missed him so much.

He ran his fingers through my hair, kissing the top of my head. "It's okay. It's all okay. Just relax, don't worry about anything right now."

"Mmm..." I hummed, closing my eyes and listening to his heartbeat. After a few moments, Dave shifted, placing a warm hand on my cheek. "And I'll make it up to you," he promised.

I grinned, snuggling closer, content with where we were. I could hear his heartbeat slowing, and I knew we both needed sleep. I lifted my head off his chest, smiling at him.

"Okay," I whispered, and he nodded. With that, I relaxed into him once again, enjoying the peace he brought me. It felt good knowing he loved me so fiercely. And for me, that was enough.

[mustainegf]

can you please write something smutty for dave 🙏🙏

(preferably oral sex giving and receiving but anything is fine)

love your fics sm pls never stop

Bro im never gonna stop writing for you guys, this is also so cute

Dave peeled my underwear down my legs, leaving me exposed and at his mercy.

I twitched at the sensation of his hot breath on the vulnerable skin. "Fuck, you look good," Dave muttered before his tongue darted out of his mouth and into my dripping slit.

I was quick to grab the sheets around me, in case I needed support as Dave attacked me like a man starved of food.

I was already a moaning mess, gently tugging at his long golden hair.

"Mmmm," I hummed. He didn't need any help. His tongue knew what it was doing. "You Taste.." he mumbled as he ate me out. "Taste so good," he forced out, flicking his warm tongue on my clit.

I couldn't tell if his words were genuine or if they were meant to get me off. Either way, he was working magic. "Right there, Dave, oh... oh so good," I smiled as I basked in each wave of pleasure.

The flesh of my crotch was now completely covered in cum and Dave's saliva, his mouth still working at me.

"Keep going, ohh..." I rocked my hips into his mouth, my juices now dripping down his chin.

"Yeah? You like that?" Dave muttered into my pussy, jutting his tongue out and into my hole.

I jerked at the feeling, whining out into our bedroom. "Good girl," Dave whispered. "Such a good girl."

Iloved hearing him talk dirty to me. I bit my bottom lip hard enough for it to bleed, hoping he would think I was enjoying myself and continue this bliss.

"Dave, Dave! I'm gonna cum!" I cried out, my thighs instinctively clamping around his head.

Dave caught this in time though, wrapping his arms around my legs and pinning me back down to the mattress.

"Let go," he demanded, his voice husky. "I can't!" I wailed. "Oh, you can," he growled, sending another jolt through me. I was shaking. I was about to explode. "I'm gonna cum!"

I screeched again, letting go. It felt like someone had turned up the volume in my body. All sounds vanished as I focused solely on Dave and his attentions.

I trembled violently under his touch, his thumbs, which rested at my hips, rubbing soft reassuring circles over my skin.

I lost track of how long I stayed there. Time stopped, or maybe it just slowed down. Everything felt like a dream. I knew I was in heaven. "Oh god, Dave, oh fuck," I moaned. I was shaking violently.

"You're alright, how was that?" He chuckled softly, sitting up to pull his arms around me.

"So good, f-fuck..." I stifled, peppering his cheeks with kisses. "Now it's your turn, sweetheart."

A flame sparked in my stomach, god I loved when he spoke to me like this. And I wanted to touch him, make him feel good as well.

Dave laid back, running his large hand down my side. Dave was always very touchy.

He liked touching, caressing, massaging, anything where he could run his hands over me. "Whatever you want," I whispered, looking up at him. I couldn't wait to make him cum. I could already see the look on my face.

He was already groaning at the sight of me, watching like a hawk as I lowered myself.

"Fuck, please," he grunted, tossing his head back against the pillow. Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved towards him.

Jeez he was handsome, anything I could've ever asked for in a man. My slender hands found the base of his length, giving a soft squeeze before softly stroking.

He moaned softly at the feeling, his hand still holding my hip,

tightening its grip around me. Fuck yes, I was loving this. With my eyes fixated on him, I watched him squirm under my touch, his hips bucking upwards. "Baby," he whispered, his hands coming up to cup my breasts.

I placed gentle kisses along his torso, licking and sucking. I didn't want him to blow too soon. I wanted to take my time, make sure he enjoyed himself.

"Good girl, so good," he praised, my head lifting slightly to look at him. The way he looked at me, it was like he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world. I grinned, running my tongue all the way up his member.

Dave shuddered, a whimper falling from his lips. I took the tip in my mouth, tasting the salty precum.

His taste was familiar, warm, welcoming. "That's it, baby," he encouraged me, stroking my hair as I sucked him deeper.

I swirled my tongue around the head, pulling back and letting the mix of spit and precum drip from my mouth and onto his sensitive tip.

I used it as lube to slowly jerk him off before I slid him back down my throat. "Ah, so good," he growled, cupping my chin, looking at me like I was his own personal meal.

Dave forced my head down gently, I could feel every inch and every vein pressing the inside of my throat.

I gagged, but only a little. I had to learn to get used to it. I Loved when he made me gag, especially when he had a strong grip on me. It made me feel so good. It made me feel filthy. It made me feel wanted.

"God, you're such a good girl," he praised me. Oh my god, it was like music to my ears. "Lick me, baby," he said, smirking.

I could hear the amusement in his voice. So, I did. I licked him from the root to the tip, moaning as I did so.

When I got to the tip, I repeated what I did earlier. I flicked my tongue against it before sliding it into my mouth. I added a little suction this time, just enough to tease. "Yes, like that," he sighed.

I did it again. And again. This time, he grabbed my head and moved my mouth up and down his shaft, my hands finding purchase on his thighs. "Oh yeah, right there," he muttered, the sound of his breathing changing.

I swallowed, taking him deeper. I could feel him twitching, his length pulsing in my mouth. "Yes, there you go.”

Dave was completely whimpering now, something he wouldn't dare let anyone but me hear. "Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming." he stammered.

I pulled up slightly, letting his warm cum spurt onto my tongue.

"So pretty," he smiled, brushing my cheek as I swallowed every last drop.

After the shock wore off, I stared at him with a smile. "I love you so much." He sighed, letting his head fall back.

I giggled softly, sitting up to collapse into his arms. "I love you too, Dave," smiled with an exhale.