#david slutty knees

[captainblou]

Don't know if you guys moved on, but I'm still here.

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#david tennant baftas #david tennant #david slutty knees #david's kilt #knees #crowley #not good omens but still good omens #baftas

[crawley-fell]

that's it. i'm ascending to the astral plane

#me 🤝 david tennants slutty knees #david tennant #baftas

[ingravinoveritas]

My initial thoughts of David from the football clips Georgia just posted and from his recent last leg appearance = Geeze that 51 year old man is still such a twink isn’t he.

Anon #1: He really, really is such a twink. I know there’s a specific definition of twink that some may argue David doesn’t meet (heh...almost typed “meat” by accident. Paging Dr. Freud...), but spiritually, he is every inch the twink in my opinion. 

I honestly cannot stop watching the video of him prancing around in front of the goal, though:

There are two things in particular about this that kill me: One, the way he’s holding his wrists. I have never seen someone play football while holding their wrists like they’re about to do Jazz Hands, but I know that’s just because David has no fucking clue what to do with his hands here, and it’s both dorky and ridiculously adorable.

The second thing is the hips. I am by no means an expert or even remotely knowledgeable about football/soccer, but from what I’ve seen, most people play with their legs--it’s the legs that are in front and leading the rest of their body. But our darling David seems to be playing with his hips instead, with the hips leading the rest of his body. And I can’t help but think this must be instinctive for him, going by his disco dancing as Crowley and especially this forever infamous comment from Michael:

And slinky they are, fully on display in the video Georgia posted as David prances about trying his very hardest to look athletic and not at all like an extra from an Olivia Newton-John music video (and failing spectacularly, though we love him for it).

The other part of today’s videos that nearly ended me was the bit where David was lying on all fours, for reasons I still don’t understand (but I don’t really care, because...David lying on all fours...)

So I have no doubt--at all, whatsoever--that Michael would be more than game to teach David how to play rugby. In fact, let’s say this is their first lesson and call this (along with whatever the fuck he is doing with his feet) David showing Michael his “technique” while Michael gets thoroughly turned on and tries not to laugh at the same time. Yes.

But as you said, David is indeed a twig, so Michael would certainly have to exercise caution with the tackling portion of rugby. Here would be his opportunity to stand with his legs on either side of David and wrap his arms around him from behind, then bend his knees and press his soft yet muscled torso into David, hips and thicc thighs flush against his, ever so gently thrusting forward and back as David grips the grass in his fingers--all in the name of teaching David how to properly tackle, of course.

Oh, yes. That would be quite a sight to behold. We’ve seen Michael play football on TSAM, so here’s hoping David makes another appearance on the show in which there is a skit that involves Michael teaching him to play rugby. Fingers crossed...

#anonymous #reply post #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #so butch #so much masculine #mood: restraining myself from making a comment about David being on his knees #whoops #this man is a bi disaster and i love him #slinky slutty hips #are you listening TSAM producers #please universe make this happen #subtext that is rapidly becoming a text #yes #ineffable lovers #discourse

[bluberryfields]

"David is very easy to fall in love with." - Michael Sheen

Hi. How are you? Good, I hope. Okay, so can we talk about just how fucking beautiful David Tennant is? And by “we” I mean “I” and by “talk” I mean “babble incoherently into the void”? Great! I’ll attempt to impose a bit of organization on this just to satisfy my pathological need to inflict structure on words (thanks college/job/brain), but I can’t promise much. Also, there will be A LOT of pictures and gifs. (you’re welcome?)

And this isn’t just because I am deep in the bottomless well of Good Omens fandom and that Crowley is basically the most breathtaking creature that has ever existed. Well, not just because of that.

*cue Aziraphale's "good lord" from 1793*

ANYWAY, like a lot of people, I became a fan of (i.e., fell deeply and irrevocably in love with) DT during his run as the 10th Doctor. He was young and bright and full of just about everything – joy, sorrow, wit – making him incredibly watchable. His look was also so charming: big bouncy rooster comb of hair, absurdly cheeky smile, expressive-as-fuck eyes and eyebrows, and a tall, lanky form that seemed to be made of rubber and the kind of granulated sugar that could only be found in candy from the 90s that are now banned in all first- and second-world countries.

So yeah, I was super into him and his Doctor’s adventures. And I continued to watch him in other projects and still swoon (looking at you, slutty Hamlet)

even at characters where that was not the desired reaction (fuck you, Kilgrave, you delicious monster).

I would also always become a bit (a lot) weak in the knees at his voice regardless of which accent he took on, though always preferring him doing any Scottish brogue because of fucking course.

Roll that tongue, you sexy beast.

But what I want to get into today is just how incredible he looks in the year of 2023.

He’s 52 years old and I am somehow even more attracted to him. Maybe it’s because I am myself older, and my tastes have matured alongside? I certainly do enjoy gray hair way more than I did 10 years ago.

He’s aged incredibly well, probably a combination of good genes and good health, and he’s clearly not clinging to the Hollywood idea of “youth”.

(insert obligatory grumble about the double standards of men being praised for aging and women being demonized…the potentially problematic nature of the term “aging well” in general…acknowledge this with my enlightened brain but ignore this with my slutty heart…fuck the patriarchy, etc. etc.)

He’s still tall and skinny, even gangly at times, all long arms and legs that can move in impossible directions with unfathomable grace.

His face is leaner, that incredible bone structure creating sharper edges that draw the eye. Speaking of the face, he’s got these creases on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes and mouth that are evidence of time spent well: smiling, laughing, living. Makes you want to trace your fingertips along each one.

Oh god that smile? Good lord. It’s weapons grade charm that can also be quite intimidating. Sweet, humble, silly, scary…full spectrum of options here! His shark smile is the definition of “irresistible” in my Dictionary of Delicious Dudes.

I am both proud of and grossed out by my own word choice.

Continuing with that face...the hawkish nose, the dimples you want to drown in, the big eyes, those motherfucking eyebrows...

I could seriously write a whole essay about those eyebrows, but I already give my therapist enough to worry about.

Oh those eyes. “Piercing” is a term usually reserved for blue eyes, but I would argue it applies to DT’s bottomless chocolate pools in that they slice through my heart every damn time.

Honorable mention does go to those Crowley snake eyes because they could have been distracting and diminishing to his overall look, but they absolutely are not.

Such a pretty shade of yellow.

Random tangent to swoon about his hands. For whatever reason, I like checking out a man’s hands, and DT’s got a set that drives me wild. I can’t even really explain why, but I just really like the way he articulates with them. Crowley is a perfect example, what with the miracle snaps, caressing globes, and holding whisky glasses. Yum.

Delicious demon digits

Fresh tangent: How does this fucker look good clean shaven, with stubble, and a goddamn beard? How is that allowed?

He's got a face that makes me wanna take up sculpting

Further, how is his fucking neck so hot? Like, seriously, show me the math. I can’t stop staring at it. And when it’s cloaked in a turtleneck? Please, sir, may I have some more?

Fuuuuuuuck

With no segue whatsoever, I am absolutely obsessed with his hair, across all contexts. Big, bold, blood-red Crowley coifs (especially in Season 2)? Check.

Proper gentleman side part? Check.

Side shave with cartoonishy springy 14th Doctor shock? Check.

Lockdown locks with and without headband? Check!

It’s a goddamn buffet of delicious options.

Oh damn speaking of that 14th Doctor look? Good fucking Christ on a buttery Ritz cracker. The whole DT collection is on display: the hair, the eyes, the bone structure, the smile, the clothes, and even the glasses!

To quote Pam on Archer, “I swear to god, you could drown a toddler in my panties right now! I mean, not that you would.”

Now that you (I) mention the clothes, I never cease to marvel at how he can wear pretty much anything and look amazing. Stripes, patterns, wild colors, etc. He just always looks…not exactly comfortable, but sort of at ease like the clothes were created with him in mind. And this goes across the spectrum of Casual to Costume to Promotional (e.g., interviews and premieres).

They are almost illegally cute together

We all know by now how ridiculously tight those Crowley pants are and how it influenced his signature serpentine swagger (thank you, Costume department, you’re the real heroes). That said, he and those slinky hips still looks so incredibly natural in them like they came from his actual closet.

Stupid sexy snek

And he pulls off the look of more ridiculous stuff like full Shakespearean costumes or that sad gray-hoodie-black-shorts-and-Wellington-boots combo from the first season of Staged. He somehow gives off the air of “whatever, they’re just clothes, man” while also looking like a damn model.

Georgia is a very lucky woman

Final thoughts: I know DT dislikes talking about how people think he’s so attractive because I’m sure it feels a bit icky if you just want to live your life and do your job. But my guy also clearly understands that he’s not some ghoul who has succeeded on incredible personality and acting chops alone. So, that said, maybe he'll forgive me for posting such a long, rambling, ode to him?

#david tennant #crowley #thank you for coming to my ted talk #really more of a david talk #i feel very normal about him #not at all feral or rabid #staged #doctor who #10th doctor #14th doctor #kilgrave #good omens gifs #good omens #good omens 2 #gif warning #slinky hips #crowley's hair is like a separate character #both an appreciation AND an objectification #Youtube #i just really like hands ok #they grow them differently in Scotland #he's got hands that I want to touch and be touched by

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

the bafta livestream out of context: top 60 cursed quotes.

There is nothing more cursed than the livestream I just witnessed, and I made a summary post but now I'm just going to put in quotes by the worthy maggots in the stream with no context, because BELIEVE ME THE CONTEXT DIDN'T MAKE ANYTHING BETTER. The livestream chat was NOT A PLACE OF THE LORD.

I'm going to make the quotes that were by me a different colour. Please know that I am NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR A SINGLE QUOTE OTHER THAN THOSE. SO HERE'S THE TOP 60 IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

Barbenhimer awakened things in me ok

aroace people the most disturbingly sexual talkers on the planet fight me on this

WHO JUST GASPED

MICHAEL SHEENS BABY TALKING BARK BADK IM A DOG BARK WOOF

I feel so sorry for this woman. She's being so heartfelt and we're here thristing over a slinky that possessed a man

IRELAAAND PLEASE ADOPT ME AS YOUR OWN PLEASE TAKE ME TO THE LAND OF UNPRONOUNCABLE WORDS, GREEN FEILD, CATHOLISISM AND HOZIER PLEASE

the urge to go to france and misgender a croissant is real

Devastated the slutty knees have gone away

So many men nowadays are so submissive and breedable like thank you lord for these men thank you

witches and murder slime tutorial

speaking of royals did the bloke who ISN'T lizzy's husband but her son apparently die yet

Turtleneck Crowley is my gender.

WE COULD HAVE LEFT IT AS NOT SAFE FOR WORK WHY THE DRTAOLS ASMI

SAY AN BFUIL CEAD AGAM DUL GO DTÍ AN LEITHREAS AN WE'LL LET YOU THROUGJ

"Oompa loompa doopety dee, I really hated being in this movie" -Hugh grant probably

IF YOU'RE A CHILD AVERT YOUR EYES FROM THAT MESSAGE IM SORRY

i want the kilt back this a betrayal

if someone put me in a room with kilt!david tennant one of us is walking out of that room pregnant and its not gonna be me

a lot of these words are in the bible and none of them should be in that order you need jesus

Can we vote to make david wear that kilt back? Maybe make him do a twirl this time

You mean Bildaddy? 😏

Honey what make you think a dude who roamed around with prostitutes and got himself more holes for mankind won't be calling bildad bildaddy? [this was about jesus btw.]

FREE THE KNEE

Show us the knees!

AND YOU'RE COMING AFTER ME FOR MY BLOWJOB BANANA

He looks like those fancy chocolates. Imma take a bite outta him. Think you'll leak molten goo like them?

My brain isn't working, I read "bratty couch jr"

i'm sorry the what holes

FIND ME ON GOAD AND I WILL MAKE YOU PAY APPROPRIATELY

I genuinely thought it was a road typo and I thought you were threatening asmi with physical violence on the road

OHH FLOWER OF SCOTLAAAAAAND

Combine that with the unfortunate oranges and see what happens.

DEVASTATING NEWS I ATE UP ALL OF THEM SO I'VE BROUGHT A BLOWJOB BANANA INSTEAD

That reminded me of the army video where the guy was deepthroating a 7 inch banana without a hitch.

OMG THEY JUST FLASHED BACK & I GOT A GLIMPSE OF THAT KILT 🥵🥵🥵

thats why apollo had to deliver you at an illegal sushi restaurant

How long do you think it would take to get david naked from his chocolate man suit? Can we set a new speedrun category?

SUPERBOWL FOR TENNANTISTS

Big feelings about pants straps in the chat tonight

Last time i check yoire supposed to thank the lord gor his gifts

HEY GUYS ASMI'S FROM A PARALLEL UNIVERSE CONFIRMED

I just have a deep appreciation for ireland

Can you use suspenders as bondage gear? I mean it looks like it would be fine? I mean if you make the length a bit more they might be more comfortable than ropes. Just sayin

All i can think when i see him in the costume is the one specific ken and oppenhimer slash fic. Lord help me i can't be saved

GIVE MY LOVE TO THE LEPRECHAAAAAAAAAAAUNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Like a giant orange slice on her one arm.

Stop hitting the lectern geez / what if its into that?

Men who wear suspenders are such losers like why do you need so much cloth to keep your pants up. Why dont you just wear a belt. Where do you live. What is your timezone. What are you office hours

what is this suspender shaming ari chappal for you

Aziraphales office hours are: fuck off

Put me ina room with a suspender wearing man and he shall have the same fate as kilttennant

MARIYADAM E ILLAI

It was titled "snake in my b***" It meant butt lmfao

CROWLEY AND LOKI MY GENDERFLUID ICONS

THE KNEES ARE BACK

THEKNEES GOD SAVE ME FROM THESE SINFUL THOUGHTS

What if slutshaming is my kink?

NOT THE BLOWJOB FACE NO

AT THIS POINT IF NEIL HASN'T UNFOLLOWED ME YET HE'S ASKING TO BE MENTALLY SCARRED IM SORRY

I am failing

Tagging the main culprits whose tumblr handles I know:

@thearoacemess @vitrilol @queermarzipan @good-usernames-were-taken

Cheers, maggots.

#good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #good omens #maggots #good omens fandom #crowley #bafta awards #bafta 2024 #bafta #suspenders #discord livestream #david tennant #michael sheen #barbenheimer #oppenheimer

[htchnr]

★ far from over ❥ D. O'DONNELL.

➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ buy me a coffee!

CW ➻ car sex ⋆ make up sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ piv ⋆ creampie ⋆ O'Donnell viewing reader as 'easy' for a second ⋆ panty stealing (briefly mentioned) ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

PAIRING ➻ David O'Donnell x Fem!Reader.

WC ➻ 1,7k. SONG ➻ tongue, maribou state.

SUMMARY ➻ he thought the last fight meant it was over, though the way you're grinding against him feels far from over.

★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★

O'Donnell groans at the feeling of you rocking your hips back and forth and back and forth right on where he wants you the most, feeling his dick grow harder and harder under the slacks he’s wearing.

“shit, baby.” he’s fumbling next to him, trying to recline the driver seat back as far as it can go, while watching you.

you’re so cute and so easy. you and O'Donnell were on a little break from the last big fight you had and he really thought he’d lost you for real this time. thinking back on how angry you were when he last saw you.

he doesn’t know why though. all he had to do was roll up to your cute little apartment complex and text a quick, ‘outside’ and you were throwing one of his hoodies over your lazy pajama set, applying his favorite flavor of lipgloss and coming out with a pretty smile on your face.

too fucking easy.

you’re fucking dripping. not from just your grinding against him but just seeing O'Donnell always had an effect on you. so handsome, with his pointed nose and sleazy look.. and don't even get started on the light stubble —

“ya hear me baby?” no, you don’t, but you definitely feel him. he’s guiding your hips with his hands now, slightly bouncing his leg so he can hear you whine. you’re looking up at his pretty face — not a thought in your head, before you’re leaning in to kiss him.

you feel his tongue nudge against your bottom lip before parting your lips with a whine, feeling his cock twitch under you.

“David,” your face is burning when you tug at his slacks. “take this off.”

he’s raising his eyebrows at you, grinning when he lifts his hands from your hips to grab your ass, making you squeal before complying anf lifting his hips up — along with you, to undo his belt.

⋆⊹✮⊹⋆

it doesn’t take long before he’s got you folded in half in the back of his car. knees to your ears and he’s so fucking deep.

a ruthless pace set, and for a second you feel like he might hate you.

“s’good huh baby?” he’s so close to you. noses touching while he’s leaning down and grinding into your pussy.

“makin’ a mess all over my car,” he’s chuckles to himself, grinning as he listens to that drawled out slutty whine that escapes your mouth when he hits a particular angle.

music to his fucking ears.

“you like me that much, can’t ever get enough huh baby?” your nodding, fingers shakily gripping onto his biceps—looking up at him like he hung the fucking moon for you. and in your eyes, he did.

“yes..! ngh l-love you—love you David,” he’s pushing on your thighs forcing you down more so he can go even deeper.

“ohh shit baby—,” your hands are on his flexing stomach, applying as much force as you can against him. you need a second — no fuck that, at least a minute to breathe. you can’t breathe when it feels like his dick is up your throat with how deep he feels.

“i can’t David,” you sob. “s’so deep.. ngh.. fuck—”

O'Donnell’s grabbing your hands with one of his and pinning them to the side, watching your eyes cross when he catches that one spot inside you. hitting it again and again and again until.

“don’t start running all that, ok hon? you can take it,” he’s smothering your lips, catching all those pretty noises from your mouth and eating them right up.

he knows you’re out of it. he can tell. your brows are furrowed, eyes crossing every second and then going back to not focused at-fucking-all.

he can feel himself getting closer now. he needs to cum so bad — cum in you so bad. during your little break he couldn’t stop thinking about you or fucking you. fucking his fist everyday to the pictures you sent him before. to the videos of him fucking your face or of him grinding against your pussy — god he missed you.

he’s grabbing the front of your thighs and pulling you flush against his dick—watching the way your slick makes a mess in your inner thighs.

from this angle he can hit that aching spot inside you easily. he’s looking down when he feels a new wave of slick come over your pussy and a loud moan of his name falls from you.

“lemme help you baby,” he takes a hand — still pumping in and out of you — and pushes down right on that cute pudge of your lower stomach.

your cunt’s spasming around him, and that’s his favorite shit in the world. he’s leaning down to kiss you, tongue forcing its way down your throat while you whine — hands pushing his stomach away.

“David s’too much…” you’re so overworked and your pussys begging for a break but O'Donnell’s so close. you gotta give it to him.

it’s only a few more thrusts before he’s coming inside you, filling you up — cum leaking out of your pussy and onto his car seats.

he’s breathing heavily, pulling his shirt up to wipe at his sweaty forehead before leaning down and capturing your lips.

“alright now.. where’d i throw your panties..” he’s shoving his softening cock back in his boxers before looking around the car floor with a shit eating grin on his face.

“you put ‘em in your arm rest, O'Donnell.” you look unimpressed, rolling you eyes, “‘s like the fourth pair of panties you tried to steal from me.”

he sighs giving up and opening the arm rest and there they are — your panties along with some other pair that you’ve been looking for about a month now.

he whistles lowly while watching you shuffle them on before pouncing on you again. a low whine coming from you.

“round two?” he grins, that awful, horrible grin you could never deny..

#⋆୨🩷©2024 htchnr #⋆୨⭐️david o'donnell #david o'donnell x reader #david o'donnell smut #david o'donnell reacher #david o'donnell imagine #david o'donnell oneshot

[billthedrake]

REBOUND

I have the timing down pretty well. I mean, sometimes I come in a minute flat, sometimes I enjoy five minutes of glorious head before cumming. But the rest is predictable, even the traffic. I'll leave my house at 7:25. His place is a little detour on my commute but mostly was on the way to my office. So, twenty minutes drive to his in-town bungalow home, and another twenty to the parking garage I use downtown. I grab some coffee and am at my desk by 8:30.

It's been a solid year now. A year since I broke up with David. Well, since David broke up with me. We told ourselves it was an amicable split but nine years together was a lot. David was my first love, my first serious relationship. We'd planned a future together, bought a house together, and it turns out splitting was bound to be messy. We were cordial, but it turns out we weren't in the place to be friends. I moved out, to a cheaper inner suburb, and licked my wounds for a while.

I wasn't ready to date. Hell, I probably wasn't ready to hook up even, but a man's needs have a way of asserting themselves. Big time. So I set up a profile on the app. I defensively batted off a couple of guys before I saw his profile. His main pic was a photo of his open mouth, tongue slightly out. Before that kind of sluttiness would have been a turn off, but at that moment, I was boned in my sweats and intrigued. His profile description had me even more interested:

"Magic mouth and throat at your service. Talented cocksucker wants a nice piece of meat to suck on. No names, no chit chat, you just walk in, unzip, and get taken care of by a pro. I'm picky about the dicks I suck. Big ones, or hot masculine guys get priority, that's just how it is. Cops and military are especially welcome. I'm worth it, fellas, promise."

The guy's tone was off-putting, I had to admit. But I also had to admit I was boning up thinking of getting my dick sucked. David was never great at oral. I mean, he'd go down on me, but he preferred fucking or just mutual JO. I'd probably never date a dude as buff and perfectly muscled as him, but looking back, maybe our sexual chemistry wasn't the best. I'd been too into looks and perfection to realize it.

I sent Sucker Guy a dick pic. When he said he was looking for big cocks, I wasn't sure how big. But the eagerness in his reply told me I was hung enough. I mean, I'm not a cop or anything, so I just have my dick as my calling card.

"That's a nice fat one, man. Bring it over and let me drain those big heavy balls of yours."

This was no-nonsense, all right. I was more the chat and get to know a guy before stripping down kind of man. But Sucker Guy clearly wasn't. And at that point, my pent up sexual need was winning out. It had been two months since I'd had sex, and I was way overdue.

"Where are you?" I asked.

He gave me a neighborhood. Not close, but not far either.

"I can be there in about 20 or 30 minutes," I replied.

He typed back a full address. "Front door will be unlocked. Come on in."

OK, I felt a naughty thrill driving over. This was the opposite of the relationship sex I'd had with David. I started to worry this anonymous guy wouldn't live up to my expectations. Then I wondered why I even had expectations. So I tampered them. I'd get off, somehow, even if I had to masturbate to completion, but I'd get off. That was enough.

My boner had subsided some by the time I parked and walked up to his front door. It felt odd just letting myself in, but instructions were instructions. The inside was dim, curtains drawn and only a lamp on for light.

Right square in the middle of the living room was a man, fully clothed and waiting there on his knees. Only then I realized I'd never seen his full face, since his pics were cropped from the below the eyes, down. He was older, older than me at least. Maybe late 40s. Handsome in a normal way. I was out of his league as far as the gay pecking order went. I didn't give a fuck about the pecking order.

Just seeing him in that kneeling position and ready to take care of me got me hard. I nodded and said a brief "hey." I wasn't sure if that was against his no-talk preference, but I couldn't help it. If a dude's gonna suck me, I'm gonna acknowledge him.

I did just like his profile said. I pulled down my sweat pants. My boner had returned now, in full force and I enjoyed watching his eyes widen in excitement as he got a good look. I stepped up, giving him a better look. His fingers grazed my bone, and I thought he was going to take his time teasing me as foreplay. Instead, he circled his fingers around the base of the stalk and angled my cock toward his lips. And swallowed.

"Fuck!" I gasped. I watched as he swallowed me. Not all in one go, but close enough. This man knew what he was doing, all right. Some of it was showing off for my visual stimulation, some of it was focusing instead on the physical stimulation of my cock. For about a minute he worked me in a few ways, and I realized he was searching for what was going to turn me on more.

Turns out, I was way into the visual part. Seeing him deep throat me, seeing him hold me all the way inside his throat, seeing him slut out. So he did more of that.

"Suck my fucking cock," I hissed. I'm not a master at sex talk, but figured this cocksucker deserved some feedback. Indeed, the more I offered, the more he got into it.

He was now working me with long, six inch strokes of his wet mouth and throat. A real hooker BJ. It was the furthest thing from David's version of head. But at that moment, my ex was the furthest thing on my mind.

"God, I'm gonna cum, man!" I gasped. It wasn't a warning, it was a promise. Cause I was sure Cocksucker here wanted my load as bad as I wanted to feed it to him.

Maybe I needed to get laid more, because my orgasm just kept cumming. Maybe I didn't shoot unreal amounts of sperm, but it felt like it. Cocksucker swallowed it all in audible heavy gulps. I kept shooting, then dribbles. The whole time, I rode out my O in successive phases... intense, then steady, then aftershocks.

I hadn't touched him the whole time, but I now patted the side of his cheek. In thanks, but also a signal to let up. I was getting sensitive now.

He took the hint and pulled off, giving the tip a final kiss. He had a towel there, and I wiped off the excess spit, then tucked back in. All the while making eye contact with this man. Maybe it was the anon set up but just that eye connection felt particularly powerful at that moment.

"Thanks," he said, breaking the silence. I'm not sure what I expected his voice to sound like but his voice was deep and masculine, probably more than his looks.

"Yeah," I said. "All right," I added, unsure what the etiquette was. "Later, man. Have a good one."

He nodded, a grin on his face. Like he was amused by my awkwardness now that I'd gotten my rocks off.

That awkwardness didn't last long. As I walked back to my car and got in, I felt supremely happy. It wasn't fair to say I'd never had sex that good, but I'd certainly never had head that good, not by a long shot. My only fear was that Cocksucker had spoiled me for others.

To be honest, I still worry that. Because the anon Cocksucker and I developed a routine. After that first time, we'd messaged. I thanked him and praised his abilities. He offered to service me again. Whenever I wanted. So that following Monday, I stopped by on the way to work. I was in and out in two minutes. Cocksucker was just that good. He'd sucked a good load out of me and left me in a good mood all day at work. I told him so.

"Come by tomorrow, then," he replied, adding a devil's emoji.

"Yeah?" I asked. "I will if you're offering."

"I'm offering," he shot back.

It took a couple weeks before we stopped setting up our suck dates. From then on, Monday through Friday, he'd text me or I'd text him only if one of us couldn't make it. But that was a rarity. Almost every workday, I went over to his house and got my dick royally sucked. It never got old. It was like Cocksucker knew how to introduce new tricks in servicing me. And even when he didn't, the old tricks worked just as well. Sometimes I'd try to hold off cumming right away, sometimes I was eager to get off. Sometimes, he'd work me up slowly, sometimes he went right for the kill.

A year in, and I don't even know his first name. I keep worry he's gonna find a boyfriend or partner or something and shut down the arrangement we have going on. Then I worry I'm gonna find a boyfriend.

Maybe that was on my mind this morning. Like clockwork, I pull up to Cocksucker's place at quarter of 8. Like clockwork, I'm boning up in my business casual work khakis when I turn the knob and let myself in. Cocksucker is not always in the living room. Sometimes it's the bedroom, sometimes the kitchen, having his coffee. Sometimes, he's dressed sometimes naked or in his underwear. But he stops what he's doing and crouches or kneels in front of me. Sometimes before I have time to haul out my fat dick.

This morning, he's setting down his coffee on the kitchen counter and crouching on front of me. He's hungry, hungrier than normal if that's possible. It's gonna be a quick one today. As he goes down on me, I worry Cocksucker is keeping me from getting back out on the dating market. Then as he works me I know he is. I mean, there's no fucking way I'd find a man as talented this, who lives to worship my cock.

I place my hands on his hand and start thrusting. This is new for us. Usually Cocksucker prefers to do the work. But he let me fuck his mouth if I didn't go too hard. I was in the mood to today.

"Mother fuck!" I cry as I give it up, hard. You'd think Cocksucker didn't take care of me just yesterday. It was that kind of cum. Hard, one of those light headed orgasms.

As usual, Cocksucker kisses my dick as it clears his lips.

"That good, man?" he asks me. I wouldn't call it chit chat, but Cocksucker and I have gotten comfortable talking more. Mostly getting a little worked up with verbal before the deed and checking in after.

"The best," I say. "Fuck. man, each time you get better at it," I say.

He smiles. Those brown eyes look up at me, and he pats my leg affectionately before standing back up. "I'm gonna hold off drinking my coffee," he says. "I wanna taste your cum for a while longer."

I chuckle. I don't know, for some reason, I decide to take a chance. "The only thing that would have made it better is knowing your name." I look at him intently, gauging his reaction.

I can tell he's tempted but he shakes his head. "Buddy, I'm pretty sure the anon thing turns you on more." He leans back against the counter. He's in pajama pants and a heathered gray college T-shirt. His build is solid, in a middle-aged dude kind of way. The shirt is snugger than the ones he normally wears, and I have a sudden realization he's been working out lately, maybe dieting too. It makes me realize I know nothing about the man.

I sigh. "Man, I don't know what I want, I guess."

"Whaddya mean?" he asks. God that voice is sexy as fuck.

"I mean I want an on-call cocksucker, but I want a boyfriend, too. Guess I can't decide which is better."

"I wasn't expecting this," Cocksucker said. He finally picks up his mug to take a sip and I find myself regretting he's no longer tasting my cum.

"You mad?" I ask.

"Flattered," he says. "But let's just I can't decide what I want either. I thought I could, before you."

I nod. "What makes me different?" I ask. I am on the verge of being late for work, but I have to know.

He smiles. "You know, at first I thought it because you're young and have a great body and an amazing dick."

"I'm not that young," I object. Maybe I should modestly object to the other parts, too, but I don't.

"Younger than me," he says. "By a good bit."

"I don't give a fuck about that," I say. It's like I'm auditioning for a chance to ask him out.

Cocksucker doesn't respond to that. Instead, he continues. "I think after a while, it was your sheer sexual need that made me go for you. That and the nonverbal stuff. When you suck a dude's cock, you get real in tune with the nonverbal communication."

I nod. "Fuck, I should get going, I gotta be at the office soon.... I guess I dropped some heavy stuff on ya."

He shrugs. "If you come over tonight, would you be able to get off again?"

That surprises me, but I know the answer. "Um, yeah. I definitely could."

He pats my shoulder. We've gotten a lot more comfortable around each other. "Then come over and I'll suck your dick again. And we'll talk. OK."

"Yeah," I say. I'm awkward leaving his place, like I haven't been in ages.

Even if the sex was hot, I find myself going through my day lacking the usual good mood from Cocksucker's handiwork. Instead, I'm mulling things over in my head and wondering if I fucked up a good thing.

Only about 2 o'clock, I get a message. "My name's Sam."

I smile. "Cool. I'm Adam," I reply. Then I type a few variations of the same message, erasing each one before finally sending: "I guess I have a name in my head for you besides Cocksucker."

Maybe that's too much but Sam replies. "Cocksucker is good too! Still on for later? I got home around 6, so any time after that."

"Yeah, sounds great," I type back. Already chubbing up at my desk.

#drakestories

[ap0wersstories]

Carmel the Church Slut

*Important Note*

The following story is 100% fiction with zero real world relevance, non-consensual sex/sexual assault or underage sex of any kind is wrong and should never be accepted. If you are considering or have committed such an offence I suggest you get serious psychiatric help.

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On the surface Carmel looked like the perfect 19 year old church going girl, she was gorgeous and radiated this energy of a “good girl” as she was beginning her career as a beauty artist. But behind the scenes she was hooking up with multiple guys, and a lot of them were black. She loved the way their bigger bodies dominated her slight Filipino frame. 

It wasn’t known to the congregation until one of the church board leaders saw her out with one of the black guys and saw her plant a kiss on him while her groped her sweet ass. He knew something had to be done. One day a he was called by the church and asked if she could stop by to help them with some things, she of course said yes. When she turned up there were three old white men from the board in the room in the back of the church, “I was told you needed some help here, what can I do?”

“We’re not the ones that need help Carmel, you are.”

Carmel looked back at the men confused, “I don’t understand.”

“David here was witness to your sinful slutty behaviour the other day, and with a black man no less!”

Carmel was shocked by what they were saying and also how blatantly racist they were being. “How dare you! Yet he is who without sin cast the first stone! You all aren’t perfect either!”

The men weren’t interested in hearing this from her, one of them stepped up to her and slapped her hard on the face causing her to double back in pain, two of the men advanced on her while another locked the door. They’d made sure the church was theirs for this time but wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be going anywhere. Carmel was down on her knees still recovering from the strike to the face, one of the men grabbed her hair. “You’re a slut Carmel and it’s time you learned where that gets you, it’s in these situations. Your going to take all our good church cock and you’re probably going to love it because that’s who you are!!”

At that comment they all pulled their pants down to reveal their hard cocks, they varied in size; one was modest, was short but actually quite fat, one was actually bigger than any she’d taken which surprised her. “On your knees like you’re praying to the lord, be ready to take our blessing in your mouth!” Carmel was sobbing now, she couldn’t believe that these men that claimed to be godly men were going to rape her. “P-please, oh god no! Please let me go! I’ll change my ways, please just stop!”

“It’s too late for that, you’re a whore now. Open your whore mouth and don’t you dare bite down!”

Somehow Carmel knew that threat was real, she opened her mouth and accepted the first short but fat cock in her mouth. He needed to squeeze and manipulate it to get it in her but he did and started thrusting himself in and out of her. Carmel sobbed as she took the old man’s penis in her mouth. He suddenly pulled out and the modest cock replaced it immediately, he followed suit using her and then discarding her for the other man. When the final man with the large cock stepped up she renewed her protests, “please it’s too big, I can’t possibly-“ but she wasn’t allowed to finish her sentence, he shoved it roughly into her mouth and thrusted so hard he went past her gag reflex and into her throat. He held it there for special effect just make it worse for her. Finally he pulled out with her coughing and gagging. 

They picked her up and put her on a table on her back, the modest sized man was the first to step. He pulled open her dress and ripped off her panties to shreds, rubbing his cock against her pussy he said, “praise Jesus!” as he thrusted into her. He fucked Carmel vigorously as she sobbed at the humiliation of the rape, unfortunately for her she also felt her pussy getting wet. She might not have been enjoying it but her body was starting to betray her, it liked getting treated like a slut. When the other two men stood side by side at her head with one shoving his cock in her mouth and the other using her hand to jerk him she let out a moan of pleasure. The man using her mouth laughed, “see Carmel, you’re a whore. You like men treating you like this!” She couldn’t denying it it was turning her on, despite that she didn’t like she was getting treated like this. 

The man fucking her pussy began grunting like an animal, his balls were ready to explode in her. “FUCK YEAH CARMEL, HERE COMES YOUR FIRST LOAD!!!” Just as he was about to shoot his cum in her he pulled out and went around to her face, the other men were ready for this, they pointed her pretty face at his cock as the streams of cum shot onto her pretty Asian face. Carmel sobbed as the cum shot into her eyes, onto her nose, and coated her pretty lips. He then poked his cock into her mouth and instinctively she sucked on him. The man with the fat cock was already positioned and fucking her pussy, he wanted to see her tits bounce. With his cock inside of her he tore her dress revealing her bra, he then pulled her tits over her bra so they would bounce like the white she was. He groped them hard as he fucked her moist pussy, bending over and sucking on them. He was so turned on by his beauty he knew he wasn’t going to last long. With his body thrusting with extra vigour he let out a cry and pulled out at the last minute shooting his load onto her tits, he manoeuvred himself so that he could use them to fit fuck his last squirts of cum. 

The last, and largest man stepped up. “Time for the big show baby!” He shoved his large meat into her, “ahhhhhhh, oh my got it’s too big, be gentle please!!!”

“Haha be gentle?! I don’t think so, you’re gonna take my cock hard and fast. It’s what Jesus would want!!!”

He grabbed her hips and thrusted harder into her hitting her cervix as he got deep and hard into her. Carmel couldn’t help but be turned on by being treated so badly, it was like pain and pleasure mixing at once. She moaned like the whore she was told she was as the man’s large coco invaded her pussy. 

The man groped her cum stained tits, got her sucking on his fingers, and even wrapped his hand around her throat choking her a little every bit of abused turned her on more. She couldn’t help it, “oh my god, oh my god, oh my gooooooooooood!!!!” She yelled out as she felt her orgasm coming, this sent the man into a frenzy fucking her even harder and grunting as his balls felt ready to explode! “FUCK YES CARMEL!!!! WE’RE CUMMING TOGETHER!!!!” He yelled as he pulled out and shot his load onto her face, she moaned as the cum dropped on her forehead, he cheeks, and into her mouth. Once her was satisfied he scooped all the excess cum on her face from both men and dropped it into her mouth, she sucked his finger clean of it all. 

“Mmmmm good girl, swallow our cum!”

Carmel laid on the table exhausted and confused, she was both humiliated and at the same time incredibly turned on. She’d never cum that hard with any of the men she’d been with. Her dress was ruined so they took it off her and gave her one from the church donation bin, she wiped the cum off her face and body but could still smell the stench of sex. It actually made her want more. 

“Now Carmel, we can renew this relationship regularly if you would like. We would be glad to continue what we have started today, or you can change and be a good church girl and keep your legs shut. The choice is yours.”

As Carmel left, her pussy still wet, she couldn’t help but think being a good girl was overrated anyway. 

#sexstories #sex fantasy #rapetoy #rapekink #cnc k!nk #rape

[3desiderium3]

For your love

chapter one - Rage

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

warning (s) for this chapter : toxic relationship / behaviour , slight angst , NSFW , adult content , smut , rage , domestic vionlence , abuse , mentions of cheating , verbal degradation , mouth fucking , oral sex , punishment , god complex , daddy kink

"And why should I trust you again? Huh?? What have you done to earn my trust ? " Damiano shouted at his beloved girlfriend which was sitting heartbroken in a chair across him.

She had her eyes puffed red from crying and ciggarete dancing between her two fingers.

The room was filled with smoke and rage. So so so much rage . This was special kind of rage.

The kind that made Y/N 's knees week and her head dizzy , this was the special kind of rage her boyfriend held behind his flaming dark eyes , the kind of rage that could only go away after him fucking her brains out.

But she knew that they had a looong night before the fucking part.

Their relationship was special. Some people questioned it sometimes. They questioned the way they would yell and fight , throw tantrums and scenes on some public places , the way Damiano would cry himself to sleep after he kicked Y/N out of their shared appartment , the way Y/N sometimes manipulate him and guilt trip him for her own needs.

They where not near the perfect couple and they stopped hiding it after a short amount of time dating.

They where flawed and broken but desperate for each others love and care.

Everyone was concerned how much they loved and cared for each other.

Tonight was a casual Thursday night filled with yelling and throwing drama around every corner.

" Will you please stop yelling , my head is gonna explode.." Y/N finally spoke with her forehead rested in her right hand . This was just another rage awakening inside of Damiano . How dare she disrespect him and all the effort he is trying to put inside this conversation?

He furrowed his eyebrows carefully licking his lips and watching her fragile figure.

She was so petite in her champagne silk night gown. She seemed so soft and fragile . Her (hair length) (hair colour) hair was all messy and her (eye colour) orbs where hidden under thick layer of wet eyelashes.

All he wanted to do now was to kiss her. To play with her hair as he was holding her onto his bare chest. To kiss every spot on her body. To make sure she never leaves him.

He wanted to. He really did. But he was so fucking angry. He forgot why in fact. All this rage blinded him.

He was always so energetic and full of adrenaline when it came to performing and putting effort in music , all thanks to his girlfriend who drove him crazy.

"Are you forgetting why am I yelling at the first place?" He questioned as he turned down his cigarette and left it's dump in an over filled ashtray. " I swear to dear God I wanna smash your head with this ashtray now. " He admitted as his eyes wondered on that very same ashtray.

So many times before he was very close to killing her. Well , at least he told himself that.

"Then fucking do it you selfish idiot. I forgot why you where yelling cause you are not capable of doing anything other than that. "

She hissed the venom right back at him.

He let out an ' I cant believe this ' annoyed short laugh , turning his head to his left side and laughing.

" If you deserved more than to be yelled at you things would go different way mio amore. "

An poisoned arrow right through her heart. Fresh tears burned her eyes as she tried hiding them away.

But her sobs gave her away. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Damiano looked in her way. Biting his tongue. This scene was a true heartbreak.

He hated her cries and sobs. He hated her pain. He wanted to be the one to protect her and hide her from all the pain in this world. Yet again he was the only thing that caused her suffer.

Damiano was so afraid that she would betray him and his love that he found this as the only way to keep her close.

He knew all her weaknesses and soft spots. All that there was to know about Y/N he knew.

" How can this be the same man I feel in love with 2 years ago? " She said in a cracked voice filled with misery and sorrow. Each sentence she spoke was tearing his heart and soul apart.

" When did you stopped loving me you possessive asshole?!" Her voice was barely strong enough to even compare to his. " And when did you started being such a greedy bitch huh Y/N?"

Damiano was sitting laid back in his chair with crossed hands on his chest. Smirk on his face , eyes so dark you could drown in them. " Since you stopped being enough. "

'That's it' Y/N thought . ' He is either gonna strangle me right here on the spot , or make me regret my entire life. '

Damiano's face went pale. Y/N knew him better than himself. She knew that he only cared for being good enough to her. He only wanted to prove himself worthy of her.

He stood up as rage took control over his body. The veins on his neck ready to explode , gripping his godly sculpted jaw tightly , he had enough rage inside of him to demolish the entire country.

Damiano made his way towards her. She was now watching him obediently. As soon as he came close enough he fiercely and unexpectedly gripped her jaw.

She tried gasping at this sudden movement. He cupped her small face with his right veiny hand , gripping it hard enough for her to squirm under him. Y/N tried to separate his hand from her face with both of hers hands but no use.

He was towering her with half closed eyes and no emotion on his face left. " I will make you regret the day you walked in my life. " His tumb parted her lips with ease, since she was already seduced by his cold charm , then he slowly gathered some of his salvia inside of his mouth as he watched her eyes realise new pair of tears making him slightly aroused , he spat his fluid inside of her warm mouth closing them as he gripped her jaw with his nails.

" You think I stopped being enough?" He paused as he pressed his nails deeper inside of her cheeks earing a silent whimper. " Well baby you where never good enough. "

She knew he was being mean on purpose. She knew he didn't mean it. But..

Those sinister eyes gave her troubles. She was never fully capable of reading them. They where always a puzzle.

" Tho I gotta be honest darlin'.." He started unbuckling his belt with his left hand as the smile on his face grew wider. " The only thing you where always good in was taking my flesh inside those pretty slutty mouth of yours.." The sentence was finished and followed by his fingers playing with her lips.

" Are you gonna be a good slut and take me again so well baby?"

Oh gosh.. How could anyone say no to that?? To him.. And those eyes..

Y/N nodded , feeling herself drooling at the sight of bulge inside of his pants as he was palming himself glaring down on her.

Just when her hands where about to grab the waist of his pants he gripped her hair with his left hand aggressively earing an small yelp from her.

" You wont get anything from me if you don't start talking amore.. Tell me once again if I'm not good enough." A smirk appeared on Damiano's patient face.

" You are even more than good enough for me master." A sharp hair pull was followed after that. Damiano was slowly getting bigger in his pants but also was getting pissed very soon with her dumbness.

" That's not what I heard. " He was teasing. He was pulling her hair at some of his desired speed and in some of his desired directions as he sharply slapped her face twice.

" But don't worry love.. I will make you regret everything." He was so sure in his words.

And so was Y/N. She knew him and that he was more than willing to go all night on corrupting her.

" I will fuck those dirty unpolite little mouth of yours so good you will never speak properly again."

His hand that was cupping her hair pulled her down onto her knees violently after which he was allowing her to unbuckle his pants to the end.

Almost eagerly her hands flew towards him to unwrap the thing she is logging for ..

He watched her from above , with lust and domination running one of his hands tru his brown hair. Y/N gave him a soft innocent look as her hands slowly pulled his boxers down.

Her fingers brushing over his bare velvety smooth skin sending her shivers down her neck.

Y/N looked so gentle and angelic in her full submission.

Damiano carrased her hair interlocking his fingers in it. Knowing he would have to tug it harshly if she continues to be so slow with her actions.

Finally as she finished with stripping him teasingly his hard member stood straight against his lower stomach , some of precum already visible on the tip.

Y/N wrapped her fingers firmly around him just as he liked it , licking it from its bottom all the way up to his pink tip . Feeling all the veins on his length and every throb and shake her tongue caused.

She made two swirls to gather all that pearly wetness earning a low groan from her lover.

Damiano was now in blissful agony enjoying her teasing while now starting to grip her hair harder.

" If you continue with this speed I will not be in charge of your bruised throat.. I wanna abuse that hole cause it's only purpose is to be in my possession."

Dear God he was so good with his words. His italian accent only adding the flavour to his sharp sour voice .

Y/N understood his warning , after making his member wet enough she slide him into her mouth slowly , she felt his full length stretching her jaw and they both knew she always needed time for her to adjust to him.

But did he care for that actually?

Especially now when he is so mad at her?

His hand pushed her head roughly onto his throbbing cock , holding her in place as she was letting out gags being left with no oxygen in her mouth. Her eyes looked up to meet his face that had a mean smirk . Tears running down her face as she was being held in place under his dominant power.

Damiano's hand was guiding her by her hair at some certain peace. Her head was going up and down on his length , even tho his tip didn't hit back of throat again that hard.

She choked out on her spit and his precum , when he realised her mouth she gasped for air thick string of salvia connecting her plump wet lips and his covered in her droll cock.

He was chuckling again. Laughing at her dumb face.

'Oh baby.. I am just getting started with you..'

With his right thumb he caressed her flaming red cheek, his hand prints still visible from his previous slaps.

He took his member into his left hand slapping her mouth and cheeks leaving thick wet marks and leaving her gasping and blinkin in sudden movement.

" I am growing very impatient with you. "

Damiano started pushing her head now much faster onto him , not letting her adjust once again. " It's bout time I put you in your place once again. " She picked the peace a bit quicker now, bobbing her head up and down , often gagging.

Her boyfriend hissed at her speed , resting his body weight on his left palm that was pressed against the wall.

The room was filled with sloppy noises , Y/N's melodic gags , smell of raw sex and aggressive romance.

"Such a good fucking girl.." Damiano hissed through his gritted teeth now holding her head in his hands thrusting his hips violently in her mouth. He was sparkling in sweat and his mouth feel open as his eyes where closed and his eyebrows furrowed.

Y/N was leaving marks on his thighs with her nails and her salvia was dripping down her chin.

Her eyes hitting the back of her head in the same rhythm as his tip was hitting the back of her throat.

"I am close don't you fucking dare to stop."

She didn't dare not to obey . Her knees where trembling and pool of dampness was soaking her silk underwear. Tears running down her face and mixing with some slight sweat.

"Oh God.. So fucking warm and obedient.. So fucking pathetic and good.. All for me.. All for me to use and love"

His romantic way of speaking those violent words made her heart orgasm.

Damiano was throwing his head back while gripping her sculp harder going faster on her mouth as his member was pulsing and he could feel hot rush in his veins.

Y/N felt him shaking inside of her and felt him twitching not long before he released thick ropes of his hot juice inside her warm wet mouth.

Damiano was panting and breathing hard.She tried pushing herself back from him feeling like she once again was choking with no air left.

" You will stay like this until I say so. " He held her head in place. " Such a good slut. Taking me so well. I will pull out now and don't you fucking dare slip some of my cum out of those filthy mouth. "

He caressed her head , gulping his salvia loudly as his chest rose up and down.

After which he pulled his dick out of her mouth slowly watching as it was coming out all shiny from juices mixed with her spit and his cum.

It was such a lovely sight for him seeing her red face , messy hair and eyes dark from lust. She was holding his seed inside of her mouth slowly gulping every drop of it. She opened her mouth and slowly panted.

"Open your mouth wider, show me if you obeyed me."

She did as she was told and showed him how good she was for him. She loved him. She always did everything she could to satisfy him.

He smiled softly . His eyes soft again watching her with some unexplained emotion.

He kneeled down on her level , once again cupping that face he loved so much , but this time his intention was gentle and caring. He kissed her forehead before meeting her lips and softly licking it asking for forgiveness.

He parted from her tilting his head to the side. How much he adored her eyes . Not just her eyes. He adored her and everything about her.

While sharing such meaningful and special moment it didn't matter at all that they where fighting and yelling the whole day at each other. What mattered was that he was hers and she was his.

"Come here amore." He cooed , sitting down on the floor in front of her instead of kneeling , pulling her on his lap by his hands.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his torso , letting her head rest on his shoulder , head buried in his soft neck. He hugged her body tightly. Rubbing if softly , kissing her hair and nuzzling onto her.

They stayed like this on the floor in each others embrace , not speaking , just breathing , just listening to each others heartbeats.

" I am sorry. " " I am the one that should apologize. " " You know that I could never leave you.. I love you more than myself. "

" I know mio amore.. I know.. "

A/N NOTE : This is my first time writing on this platform and this kind of fiction , I rlly hope u gon like it and please leave a heart if you do ! <33 Also English is not my first language sry if there are grammar mistakes !

#damiano david #eurosong #maneskin #eurovison 2021 #eurovision italy #victoria de angelis #ethan torchio #thomas raggi #relationship #fanfic #toxic behavior #toxic relationship #slight nudity #slight angst #smut #måneskin

[crawley-fell]

Macbeth at The Donmar: Two delicious hours of David Tennant's gloriously slutty knees.

#i want to bite them

[freshtoes]

Billy Boy (ch.2)

Billy Lenz x OC

Dirty talk and very suggestive content 

It had to be midnight by the time Lucy got home. The party went well, other than Barb trying to give the kids in her lap whiskey. One by one, the sisters were picked up, or drove from the house.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Lucy urged in a mock stern voice, pushing the last two frat boys to the front door, “‘I don’t care where ya go it just can’t be here’.”

”Alright, we’re gone,” One of them said, “We’ll tell David you said hi.”

She groaned at the name.

“Don’t bother,” Lucy said, and as soon as they’re out, she closes and locks the front door.

She let out a deep sigh, wandering over to the couch and flopping on it. She kicked off her shoes and closed her eyes, listening to the hum of the TV as she did. She didn’t know how she felt this tired…

———————

RIIIIIIIIINNG

The phone on the end table rang on the hook, waking up Lucy from her nap. A quick glance at the clock on the wall shows the little hand at X and the big hand at XI.

10:55, or so.

RIIIIIIIIIINNNG

She was just ready to call out, ‘Is somebody gonna answer that?!’ before remembering she was the only one home right now.

Lucy groaned and let it ring a couple more times before she answered, “Hello?”

Silence. Was it him…?

”Hellooo,” she called into the receiver, louder this time.

She heard it then, quiet pops the phone barely picked up, “Pig, you-you bitch pig.”

She felt her chest leap as she sat up on the couch, one hand covering the receiver and the other holding the speaker as close to her ear as possible. Lucy felt her heartbeat pick up and a new shake in her knees from anticipation; it sounded like it was gonna be another dirty call.

The Moaner laughed into the phone, “Only one piggy— heheheh— this little piggy stayed home.”

He was being quieter than usual— not by much but enough to tell the difference. Lucy nipped at her lip as she listened. Weird that he’d open with that, but it’s not like he could see her…

His laughing fit stopped and she heard him suck drool back into him mouth— gross, but also kinda…

“Lemme in, lemme lick it piggy.”

Lucy gulped and reclined back on the couch, her skin was hot already from anticipation.

”Lemme lick that piggy cunt, lick, lick it, ssssuck ittt! Wanna fuck that pretty piggy cunt, lemme liiiiiiiick iiiiiiitttt!”

She traded over which hand held the phone while he rambled, the other hand trailing down to her shirt, pushing her thumb against the hardened nipple that poked into the fabric. She sighed at the contact, muffling herself by biting her lip.

“Pretty bitch pig,” The Moaner was breathing hard into the phone, taking small breaks in his speech to suck in air in a way that made his words more desperate, “Pretty piggy, lemme lick alllll overrr, gonna shove my tongue up your cuuuunt—“

Lucy’s breath came out in soft pants as her hand dipped into her loose shorts, taking the leap and dipping her fingers into the slick that was there, and rubbing her clit as he rambled on. Her face was hot and there was a lump in her throat that stopped her moans from coming out.

”—suck on my fat juicy cock,” he was almost yelling into her ear, “Before I sh-shove it up your soaking pussy! Take it, take all of my cock, pretty slutty piggyyy—“

”Mmnagh!!”

The noise was so startling that it took Lucy a moment to register it was her own voice. She felt her stomach drop as she clapped a hand over her mouth.

Silence

Maybe, just maybe he didn’t notice? She had her hand over the receiver and everything—

The Moaner broke the silence by giggling, quiet at first and then a full laughing fit. Lucy was hot with embarrassment, ready to slam the phone into the receiver and ready to never hear from her favorite caller again.

She was flipping over to do just that when he spoke again.

“Piggy likes Billy,” he’d mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear, “wants to be dirty, heheh… Pretty noise, pretty piggy… do it again.”

The last part was so clear compared to the rest, and-and did he tell her his name?! Lucy nodded, then felt dumb because obviously he couldn’t see.

“O-okay,” Came her shaky response, some yell of approval coming from the phone.

Jeez, the first time she’s speaking with her secret “crush” and she’s already so well spoken. But… did he actually want her to…?

The line was silent but not dead, she could hear his harsh breathing as she slipped her fingers back into her shorts, “Mmmh..”

A noise of amusement came from The Moa— er, Billy, “Yes, yes, touch your pretty cunt, get it all wet, I wanna hear it—“

Lucy moaned openly at his vulgarity, swirling her finger around her clit, “Mmph, fuck, oh, Billy—“

He’d just about shrieked into the phone at that, a laugh leaving him before taking that serious tone again, “I’m gonna find you.”

Abruptly, the line went dead.

What?

Lucy was panting with effort, nerves alright with pleasure as a somewhat disappointed noise left her. She put the phone back in the hook and huffed, before looking at the clock.

Almost 11:30– had she been on the phone that long? She fixed her shorts and walked from the living room, to the stairs, and up them towards her room. She planned to ‘finish’ by herself before falling asleep again, everything feeling that bit just too hot against her clothes.

As she opened the door to her room, she heard a rush of footsteps like someone was running at her, before she was tackled to the ground.

In shock, it took her until the man on top of her had pushed her onto her back to scream. Before the noise could leave her, a hand was over her mouth.

“Sh! Sh, sh, sh, be quiet,” the voice said, as she struggled, “Be good for Billy, won’t hurt you.”

Lucy felt her eyes bug out of her head, The Moaner— Billy— whatever was not only in the house but on top of her.

She realized there were probably more pressing matters than how horny the man on top of her made her minutes ago, but all that self preservation instinct was thrown out when Billy pressed his hips into hers.

#billy lenz x oc #black christmas 1974 #billy lenz #fanfic

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

the baftas: my eyes need bleach after the livestream chat.

I SAID I WOULD COME TO TUMBLR AND SLUT-SHAME ALL OF YOU, AND YOU BET YOUR GODDAMN BILDADDY I'M HERE TO DO IT. First, a huge thank you to @good-usernames-were-taken, Valerie, for enabling this entire chaos and streaming it. And of course to Disappointment the Main Maggot.

Second, as per requests from you maggots, I have to give an honourary mention to the tragic lack of an emotional support gaseous orange, the late half-eaten packet of Lays on my desk, and my nearly empty can of Monster energy. Idk either, you asked for the mentions you got them.

Without further ado, presenting the BAFTA Awards 2024:

I am busy drawing out the neckline stitches of Crowley's wedding dress, when I am reminded of the stream and I crash into it midway. Little do I know what I am getting into.

Everyone is here for David Tennant. No one is here for the actual awards. This is made very clear very quickly.

KNEES. JUST KNEES. ALL EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT, THROUGHOUT THE STREAM, IS DAVID TENNANT'S KNEES. ARE YOU ALL OKAY WHAT THE FRESH HELL.

For context, David is in a kilt for the first half. I finally see why my relatives disapprove of skirts above knee-length. I never knew humanity's unholy worship of knees till I came here.

SOMEONE ASKS IF DAVID HAS TANNED HIS KNEES. MAGGOTS. PLEASE.

We interrupt our regular scheduled program of David knees to have an intense discussion about British versus French humour, and the misgendering of croissants.

RDJ wins an award and calls his wife his Alpha and Omega.

We're back to the knees. I can't handle how slutty David's knees are, says a worthy maggot.

This goes into a discussion about tickets for David's Macbeth, because, you guessed it, the kilt and the knees.

A lot of gorgeous and talented women in the BAFTAs tonight. I am floored.

I am not allowed to dwell in my awe because the chat is not a place of the lord. Curtain calls of Macbeth are discussed with unnecessary lasciviousness.

Thankfully, in the midst of this, I get a great Zodiac pattern reference for Crowley's wedding dress cummerbund. I was going to have to research the night sky for star charts but this is better.

People show their beautiful brainrot-induced Doc Marten purchases.

The knee thirst has moved into X-rated territory. I am terrified.

A song is sung in memory of film industry people who passed away this year, and people are sad about Dumbledore but at the same time are imagining Aziraphale and Crowley dancing to the song. The brainrot is real.

I accidentally spoil Saltburn's freakshow for someone. When I ask how I can make up for it, they say something about GOAD. I'm alarmed. Is that an OnlyFans, I ask. It's Good Omens After Dark, the chat answers. Is THAT an OnlyFans, I ask. Close enough, the chat says.

David has now changed outfits to a suit, which finally makes people pay attention to the BAFTAs, if only to alternatively thirst over the suit and bemoan the loss of knees.

Things, uh, happen, which I will have to include as quotes in another post. Cheers, @thearoacemess and @vitrilol.

Barty Crouch Jr is debated about as the Wolfstar child. Bratty Crouch Jr is said to be Crowley.

I obtain a banana, which I associate with blowjobs.

@thearoacemess talks about someone deepthroating a seven-inch banana without a hitch.

The stream does a flashback to the kilt time. It is a mistake. @queermarzipan barrels in and is being too slutty about the knees.

I tell them they need jesus, and they yell about how they've gone to mass twice today and they're an atheist.

Thankfully, @vitrilol starts chanting about the glory of Ireland. The only thing that will distract Marzipan from David Tennant is Ireland.

He proceeds to start screech-singing in all caps.

🎵IRELAND IIIRELAND TOGETHER STANDING TALLLL.🎵

The BAFTAs end. People are still thirsting over David Tennant.

🎵I KNOW YOU'RE MISSING HOME IT'S SO LONG SINCE YOU'VE BEEN🎵

Uh, more dubious things about David, suits and the absence of said suits are discussed. I'm trying my damndest not to notice.

🎵AND THE LIFE YOU HAD IN DUBLIN NOW AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A DREAM🎵

There is accidental Mascot lore: I am apparently from a different timeline (I mixed up timeline and timezone) and that's how Apollo deposited me in an illegal sushi restaurant where I became Neil Gaiman and Michael Sheen's intellectual child.

I am compared to a cat.

TOM HIDDLESTON AND DAVID TENNANT WERE IN THE STAGED-LIKE THING IN THE BEGINNING AHAHAHAHAH LOKI AND CROWLEY MY TWO CELESTIAL GENDERFLUID ICONS.

OKAY so I will end the summary here and make a list of out of context quotes in a new post. Because. Boy oh boy. That deserves its own post.

#good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #david tennant #bafta 2024 #good omens #maggots #good omens fandom #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #michael sheen #bafta awards #bafta #bafta livestream #tom hiddleston #loki #ireland #macbeth

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

request thingy: poly lost boys with a femSO: the SO teasing the boys until they just finally snap so to speak ;)

Ohhhhhh ho ho. Let’s get into it! Obviously, this is gonna be nsfw

Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!S/O That Teases Them Until They Snap

Warning: NSFW

You want to tease them? Them? Honey, you must have a death wish. Or, at least, a wish for a limp for the next week. You’re dating four of the most terrifying, and needy, boys in Santa Carla. The minute you walk onto the boardwalk in a bikini top, and a short skirt, their eyes either fall to your legs or your tits. You play it off by holding a beach bag and a having a new tan, as if you just spent your entire day sunning at the beach.

Paul will let out a loud whistle when he sees you, and he’ll practically yell, “Damn, sugar, what’s the occasion?” He runs right up to you, ready to pull you in for a kiss, and, when you give him nothing more than a peck before pulling away, he’s practically whimpering after you. You give each of the boys a hug, pressing your chest against all of them and it has varying effects. David narrows his eyes down at you, and he clearly knows that you’re up to something. He doesn’t give you more than a hug. Marko will wrap his arms tight around your waist, pulling your chest even closer against his so he can feel your tits. He might even reach down to give your ass a soft squeeze. Dwayne will give you a peck on the cheek before commenting that you look pretty. It’s like he completely doesn’t notice the attire that you’re in, but really he’s too respectful to say anything. You know some of the boys will be harder to crack than others, but you came prepared.

You have a different way to crack each boy, but Paul is the easiest. Now that he’s seen skin, it’s obvious that he wants you. The best way to tease is to deny him what he wants. You slap away his hands, ignore all his one-liners, and shower the others in attention instead. At first, he’s whining and pouting like the big baby that he is. He never gives up and he still tries, and it’s not until you tell him that he’s being naughty that he finally catches on. The slight suggestiveness of your voice, the change in tone, makes him realize that you’ve been teasing him. Wrong move, babe. He snaps like a twig the minute he realizes, and he’s dragging you into the nearest alleyway. You want to play? He’ll play. He gets on his knees and wraps your legs over his shoulders. He dives in-between your legs and flattens his tongue as he drags it slowly against your clit. He savors your moans and he smirks to himself. Yeah, that’s what he thought. He makes you come and then he’s trading his shoulders for his hips. Paul does his best to make sure all of Santa Carla can hear his hips clapping against yours, and he rips your top down just so he can watch your tits bounce. He whispers dirty words, saying, “Oh, I hope we get caught, sugar. I hope someone else sees just how fucking slutty you look for my cock. Say my name, sugar. I want all of Santa Carla to know who’s fucking you.” Afterwards, he doesn’t even try to help you clean up. He’s plopping you right back on your trembling legs, fixing himself up, and then waltzing out of the alleyway so you’re the one that has to trail after him. You have to go to the bathroom to clean his load off from where it was dripping down your legs, and when you slap his shoulder he tells you, “Should’ve worn underwear then, sugar.”

Marko is a little bit harder, but not by much. He’s even more of a tease than you are, and the second you walked onto the boardwalk he knew exactly what you were trying to do. He responds by teasing the shit out of you right back. You press your ass against his crotch? He somehow manages to sneak a quick twist of your nipple. You scratch your nails down his stomach? He’ll nip you right under your ear. You kiss his neck? Be careful or he’s reaching under that skirt. If you tease him too much, he’s not afraid to finger you on the rollercoaster. He slips his hand underneath your skirt and growls when he finds that you’re not wearing any underwear. He’ll suck hickeys into your neck and make you come on his fingers, and you can disguise your cries behind the screams of the other riders. While you two wait in line for the ferris wheel, he’ll wrap both his arms around your waist and grind his hips against your backside ever so slightly. He doesn’t care who sees. He just wants you to know that by teasing him, you’re signing yourself up for a world of trouble. Especially since he hasn’t gotten to get his rocks off yet. When you two get in the carriage, he barely waits for the attendant to start spinning before he’s yanking you onto his lap. You want to tease him? Fine, then you’re doing all the work. He has you ride him, and he’ll say, “You better move those hips quick, dollface.” He doesn’t care if anyone sees, and he might use a few mindtricks on the attendant just to make sure he gets to finish before the ride stops. He pulls you off so he can finish in your mouth, and you better not try to drag it out. He’s got himself back in his pants and is completely satisfied by the time you two step out.

Dwayne is one of the harder nuts to crack. He simply just doesn’t want to assume that you’re dressing that way for his benefit. Even if he does think you look rather ravishing. He prefers to think that girls can dress however they like, and it’s not until he finds the panties that you snuck into his pocket that he realizes oh, you’re definitely doing this on purpose. You had said you wanted something to eat, ice-cream was your go-to, and Dwayne was the one to take you. It was placed right in the pocket with all his cash, where you knew he’d find it. He’ll arch a brow at you when he’s fishing for change, and stare at you with a look that just says oh, you are so dead. He has to somehow manage to get his cash out without pulling out your pair of panties with it, and he’s thoroughly embarrassed by the time he’s paid for your ice-cream. He’ll look over to glare at you, just in time to watch you give the treat a long, suggestive lick. Even though he just bought that for you, he’s ripping it from your hands, throwing it to the ground, and dragging you into the nearest building. It just so happens to be a clothing shop, and he drags you to the dressing rooms. He locks it behind you two, presses your front against the mirror, and is slipping inside you before you can even help him get your skirt up. He has to fuck you quick and quietly, and he slides his fingers in your mouth to keep you silent. He groans softly against your shoulder, and you’re in heaven when you feel the way his hips snap against yours. He pulls down your top so he can twirl your nipples between his fingers, and you whine around his fingers. He only delves them deeper into your mouth, and he whispers into your ear, “Is this what you wanted, huh?” And he has to bite down on your shoulder to keep himself quiet as he comes. He was *this close* to breaking skin. He empties himself inside you, and fishes your underwear out of his pocket. He lets you wear it, just to stop it from leaking out down your thighs. He won’t admit later that knowing you’re walking around with his come inside your panties turned him on enough that he almost considered a round two.

David is by far the hardest to crack. He knows you’re up to something, and he doesn’t like to be teased. He ignores you for majority of the night, clearly suspicious of your change in attire and attitude. He lets you play with Marko, and watches in amusement as Paul trails after you looking more and more pouty as each moment passes. He’s even amused by how Dwayne seems to be completely ignoring all your advances for the sake of thinking he was imagining them. Then, he notices how each boy sends you a satisfied smirk. He watches Paul take a handful of your ass, and this time you don’t swat him away. He watches Marko whisper in your ear. Finally, he sees Dwayne give your ass a rare pinch. David realizes, in that moment, that he’s next. 

He watches you walk up to him, and he narrows his eyes down at you. You know that he’s not someone to be messed with. Teasing him is asking for a punishment. All you have to do is reach down and ghost your fingers against his clothed groin, and he’s snatching your wrist. “You’re being a bad girl, kitten. Are you sure this is how you want to play?” He asks, and there’s a clear warning in his voice. When you give him a wide smile and lean into him, pressing your tits against his chest, and say, “Why, you gonna punish me, daddy?” And there was the final straw. You were only ever allowed to call David that when you were back at the cave, and when you two were completely alone.

David has you ride with him back to the cave, and he tells the boys to give him a two hour head start. David shakes his head when you smirk into his shoulder on the ride back. He drags you to the couch, throws you over his lap, rips up your skirt, and spanks you until your ass is a sorry shade of red. He doesn’t stop until you’re nearly in tears, and he fingers you nice and slow once he thinks you’ve learned your lesson. He spends the first hour drawing it out, and he doesn’t even let you come. The second hour is spent with your wrists tied above your head and to the headboard as he fucks you into the bed of your little cot. He doesn’t touch you and he doesn’t kiss you. No matter how much you whine and beg, the only skin-on-skin contact he gives you is his hands holding your legs open wide enough that it aches. He doesn’t let you finish, and he paints his come all over your stomach and chest. He pulls away with a satisfied sigh, and says, “Only good girls get to come, and only good girls get my come inside him. You don’t get either, kitten.” 

When the boys come crashing down into the cave, David sends you a cruel smirk. He climbs off the bed, leaving you tied up and bare. “Have at her, boys.” He says as he stalks back to his wheelchair, content to watch with a cigarette between his lips as the other three vampires are quick to pounce on you.

#marko the lost boys #the lost boys david #paul the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys paul #the lost boys marko

[brainsforbabyjesus]

head canons in no particular order for Gamora/Peter/Rocket

Gamora and Peter hook up first. Gamora is the one to notice that Rocket is cagey about this.

Peter and Rocket also have an unspoken thing although Peter isn’t sure what that thing is because sometimes Rocket is cool with being touched and other times he gets bitten.

Gamora and Rocket bond over reading about parenting stuff, they send each other articles.

Gamora is the one to suggest that maybe Rocket could...have a nap with them? And come on their not-a-date with them? That’s normal among friends.

Peter is the one that’s like, fuck dissecting what this means, lets just get space married.

Rocket wears Gamora’s shirts. Gamora really really likes this. No one can ever know. Peter knows.

Gamora needs significantly less sleep than either Peter or Rocket, sometimes, completely by accident, she just happens to sit nearby them and listen to them breathing. The best is when Rocket sleeps on top of Peter and the rise and fall of Peter’s chest gently sends Rocket up and down. Not that she watches them sleep or anything weird like that she just happens to be in the same room as them.

Rocket is not a particularly good cook, he can not starve and heat up pre-packaged meals like a pro but that’s the height of his culinary skills.

Gamora is just bad at cooking to her never ending frustration.

Peter can cook, but he cooks like an old timey grandma, how much of this? a handful. how much of that? enough. Cook it until it’s done. The results are good to amazing and it annoys Gamora and Rocket that it’s so fucking delicious.

Because of the various languages they all speak and the general miscommunications they’re prone to, Rocket accidentally refers to his wives at an official government meeting instead of his gender neutral spouses. From then on the Nova Corps refers to Gamora and Peter as Rocket’s wives.

Peter isn’t sure how he feels the wife thing because Gamora is fine with being called someone’s wife. And if that’s good enough for the deadliest woman in the galaxy than it’s good enough for him.

Gamora is super weird about sex, she denies this despite everyone knowing.

Gamora wants to be adventurous in the bedroom but is also terrified about being adventurous. She likes being in charge but not in a this is sexy way, but in a I have hang ups about being in control of my own body kind of way.

Rocket is actually not weird about sex, he’s had longer to think about his bodily autonomy so he’s got a good idea of what’s okay and what’s not okay.

Rocket also likes to be in charge but in both a this is sexy way and in a I have hang ups about being in control of my own body kind of way.

Peter is their slutty slutty space pirate who is down for anything, except for prison rape play for absolutely no reason whatsoever so no one has to talk about that ever, okay?

After listening to a bunch of David Bowie on the zune Rocket calls Peter Stardust one day as a joke. Peter finds out he actually really really likes that as  a pet name.

Peter and Rocket bicker a lot. To the point that outsiders are like, I know we were in the middle of a gunfight but maybe you two should go home and sort this out first?

Gamora and Rocket don’t really fight all that much except when it comes to replacing cybernetics and then it’s all, it’s not that I think the replacement knees you picked are bad I just think you’re making the worst decision of your life by buying those.

They all secretly think that they are the worst at being Groot’s parent and that the other two are so much better at it than them.

Peter is the one who remembers their various anniversaries and they will be celebrating.

#Guardians of the Galaxy

[howdoyousleep3]

Ok so. WAP. Amazing, genius, it’s been stuck in my head since I heard it. But my man is adorable and has no idea who Meg is when I twerk up on him saying I got knees like Meg. So it makes me think of 3DW Steve because his bunny shakes his ass all over the house and he’s def got dem knees. 😉 but Daddy has zero idea who these people are. 🤣 Idk what is more his speed tho, Pearl Jam?

Okay, listen I have gotten sooooo many requests for different characters listening/dancing/singing to WAP, and I’ve never really felt like it’s a good fit for different characters for different reasons, but this one feels right. Bunny baby feels like someone who would wear his little shorts as he cleans the living room, vacuuming and listening to slutty music that Daddy has never heard of before. 

Knees like Meg incredible, yes. Out of any character it is, without a doubt, this Bucky. And this Daddy, 3DWD, would be so incredibly taken aback and tickled and hot for his honey and the things those magical knees can do. He knew it, may have not realized it, but he was very aware of Bucky’s ability to work those knees to pop that ass; Bunny loves bouncing. 

Also, I cackled at “Pearl Jam?” because yes?? I die. I feel like he would really enjoy RUSH, Aerosmith, David Bowie, ELO but also smoother things like Etta James and Amy Winehouse, haha. He would definitely take a listen to WAP if he heard it because we know the first time he does is also the first time he sees Bucky dropping it low with the vacuum in the living room. And there’s no way he’s processing those lyrics when he’s looking at his Bunny look at him like that while he moves like that. 

Thank you for this, cupcake! Love you!

[gyll-yee-haw]

I need David to spank me then take my throat in his hand and through clenched teeth tell me that I better behave or he’ll have to break me like the wild horse that I remind him of. Hi I’m Lindsey and I have David Loki fever. 😢

Hi, Lindsey. Thank you so much for your brave confession. I'm afraid I can only make your problem get worse, tho...

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David had been working hard. So you thought you should give him a little gift. You bought online a cute set of lingerie to wear for him, to get all those problems out of his head for a while.

The problem was that on the day it finally arrived, David sent you a message saying he wouldn't be able to go home that night. You were more than furious. He ruined all your plans. But you wouldn't let that happen... You would take his focus out of his case whether he liked it or not.

So you put on the lingerie, some red lipstick and snapped a photo. You sent him. A few minutes later you got a reply:

"Y/N, I need to ask you to only text me if it's urgent. I'm very busy right now."

Oh? So you weren't as important as his job?

You took an even sexier picture. Sent. He didn't even open the conversation. So you did a fucking photoshoot. Each picture hotter than the last one. You waited about half an hour and sent them all at once. He left you on read. Well… At least he saw the pictures.

You waited another 30 minutes. No reply. So you just decided to leave the lingerie on, because if he wasn't going to appreciate you, at least you felt sexy. You just put one of his shirts on and went downstairs to watch tv.

When you were halfway through the steps, you heard the front door burst open and you almost had a heart attack. You were 100% sure someone was there to rob you or to kill you. But then you saw David approaching the stairs. He also looked like he was going to kill you.

You froze where you stood as he started walking upstairs. When he was right beside you, he just said:

"Come with me, we need to talk."

And walked to the bedroom without looking back. You took a deep breath and followed him. All you could think of was that he was gonna break up with you.

You were ready to start apologizing when he pushed you against the bedroom wall and pulled his shirt out of you.

"Fuck. I knew you'd still be wearing it." He smirked darkly. "So, you wouldn't give up, huh? You would just keep sending me pictures until I came home to fuck you, right?"

"No, actually I had given up already…" You tried to explain yourself, but he grabbed your neck and kept you pinned against the wall, with his thigh barely brushing your soaked panties.

"Stop fucking lying to me." He gave your thigh a slap. "Do you think I can work with my phone distracting me all the time? Specially when I know it's a picture of the most beautiful woman in the world wearing this slutty outfit, waiting for me? Do you think I can focus?"

He let go of your neck and pointed at the bed.

"Bend over." He said emotionless.

You didn't think twice before following his orders, keeping your butt high in the air. He slapped your butt. God, that heavy ring on his little finger burned your skin every single time. He slapped you until you were dripping wet.

Then he got on his knees behind you and shoved his tongue inside your pussy, eating you out hungrily. He had his thumb constantly adding pressure to your clit, making you moan and lose control of your legs, absolutely colliding with his face several times, and you could swear he licked you better everytime you did. He loved it.

"Fuck, David…" You moaned loudly, holding on to the bedsheets. "I'm gonna…"

Before you could end your phase, he stopped everything. You cried out in frustration when he stood up, giving you sore butt another slap.

"You're gonna come on my cock." He said, turning you around, so now you laid on your back, and pulling his pants down just enough to get his very hard cock out. "You made me walk around the city with a hard on, did you know that?"

"I'm sorry, I…" You said, but was interrupted by him shoving his dick inside you.

"I know you are not sorry." He started to absolutely pound you. "I already told you to stop lying. You just can't behave, can you?"

You couldn't talk. You couldn't even understand what he was saying. All you knew was that he was balls deep inside you and thrusting with anger.

"The only reason I'll make you come right now is because I want to work in peace." He told you. "But the first chance I get, I'll teach you a lesson, did you understand?"

He started to rub your clit again and you finally came. Hard. He came too, right after you, but keep his cock inside you for a moment. He leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss.

"Listen." He completely changed his tone. "I'm so fucking sorry that I can't give you the attention you deserve. But please. Even though I loved taking this break, we could be putting someone's life in danger."

"I know." You said a little embarrased. "I really am sorry. But sometimes I just miss you so much."

"I know, honey. I miss you too, believe me." He sighed. "But I always make up for all this as soon as I can, right?"

You nodded.

"Alright, then." He said, finally removing himself from you. "Now I have to go back to work. So why don't you keep my cum inside you, to remind you of me?"

#jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal #detective loki fanfic #detective loki smut #detective loki x reader #detective loki #detective loki imagine #detective loki x you #detective loki x y/n