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sigh sm reqs for dave lizewski here take this fem! reader

teasing dave about how he's never really dominant, even when he tries to be. when he's fucking up into you, blunt nails digging marks into the skin on your hips, the sound of skin against skin echoing throughout the room. he has the reigns tonight, giving permission to use you however he needs to. and at first, he did have a hand around your neck and a teasing glint in his eyes, condescending words leaving his mouth smoother than they ever have. but that was before he was in you. before he felt your walls constrict around his cock, and the feeling went to his head, giving him that glazed over look in his eyes and causing him to only be able to produce whines and not much more.

he doesn't even notice it happening, according to how he acts outside of the act when you mention it. "yeah you get all pussy whipped when you're in me, dave."

an offended look on his face, a chuckle from him that seems like you're in the wrong. "i do not."

but he absolutely does. whining all pretty and high pitched in your ears, sucking hickies along your skin definitely because he likes the look of them, unable to resist latching his mouth or hands around your tits, fucking begging as if he's not the one in control.

"you feel so good, please, don't wanna stop. don't make me stop. 's so good." leaving you to push back the hair sticking to his forehead, and run your nails along the thinner hair in the back to try and soothe him. which only does the opposite, his head tilting back into the feeling, his eyes fluttering shut as his hips cant into you with less precision.

no matter how much you tease him, it's not like dave's submission actually annoys you. it's cute, admirable, adorable even.

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As with all nsfw works, all characters are aged up to 18+ Dave Lizewski is the kind of person who needs to grind against something while he goes down on you. he absolutely has to. he's so chronically horny all the time, now you're letting him eat you out??? god if he doesn't grind against something or jack himself off with one hand he'll get so turned on from being so close to your cunt, actually getting to touch your pussy like this that it hurts. you make him so horny it literally hurts. his cock is so hard it aches and his balls feel like they're going to burst and it's all for you. because of you. he whines a lot, panting into your cunt, addicted to the way you taste. you're so tight you even squeeze around his tongue. he can feel the way your walls give way as he flicks his tongue in and out, making out with your pussy. it's something he's only ever dreamed about, something he never knew if he was going to experience, but now your hands are pulling his hair and your thighs squeeze on either side of his face and it feels so good. you feel so good he could die. he would literally live between your legs if he could. he might not be able to literally, but by god he'll try. he wants to taste you as often as he can, and he begs so pretty for you. it's almost impossible to say no to how sincere and desperate he is for you, to turn down his little whimpers and puppy dog eyes with pretty tears prickling at the corners. when he's on his knees in front of you, hugging your thighs and kissing your stomach and begging you so sweetly to let him taste you it's impossible to say no to him like that. idk if there's a name for it but there's a 100% chance that he'll be so eager for you, so eager to please you that when you say yes you don't even have time to sit down. he goes just lowers himself a little more and throws one of your legs over his shoulder and eats you out while you're standing up I think that's called eiffel towering but I could be wrong?? Dave really really just cannot get enough of you. he looks at you with those sweet sparkly eyes and wistful lusting looks and he knows he's yours. he's only ever going to be yours.

#I would betray my nation for this #Please #dave lizewski #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski smut

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okay but imagine sub!jamie… imagine him being biting his lip hard as he’s thrusting into you. imagine him wearing a cockring cause you wanna tease him. imagine his eyes squeezed shut and his mind fogging up from the pain and pleasure. imagine the grunts and whimpers and his hair covering his eyes as his head falls to rest on your shoulder. imagine his fingers digging into your hips to definitely leave bruises bc it feels so good and he’s so close but he just can’t get there.. imagine how red and leaky his tip would be. imagine the stuttered thrusts and the “baby, please” cause he’s sore but he’s so addicted to how you feel. how warm you are around him. how wet it is. how you chuckle but it gets cut off by your own moan when you clench around him. imagine him busting even w the cockring on. and imagine the weight of his body just slumped on you.. chest heaving and sweat lining his hairline.. face tucked in your neck..

yea.. imagine..

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt nsfw #Sub!jamie tartt

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i am frothing at the mouth at the sight of this man - slutty, dramatic, and british is exactly my type 😩😩

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oopsie! You got a bit too manic about a creative project too close to bedtime and now your brain is too awake to sleep. One million dead 10 morbillion injured

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hey don’t cry. trees grow out of the ground.

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hii i’m back with the requests!! what about 🐱 drunk tangerine, i feel like he likes giving more than receiving, idk could just be me(ugh i’ve missed you🥹)

hii!! YES he’s definitely a giver!! ive missed you🥹 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 @lov3lypeaches7

taste

tangerine x f reader

wc || 1k

warnings || 18+ only explicit content (word porn, oral- f receiving, face sitting, multiple climaxes) minors dni

a/n || just realised I wrote this as 🐱 hungry, not drunk oops

also sorry in advance, I think I reused a fair few words, I had a total brain fart writing this

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Tangerine slowly makes his way into the bedroom, stopping once he gets to the end of the bed. “Put it down.” Nodding at you over your book.

Looking up at him with questioning eyes, sheepishly smiling as you add your bookmark, placing it on the nightstand next to you. “What are you up to?” You ask, assessing his playful yet mysterious features.

Kneeling at the edge of the bed with a grin, whispering. “Nothing.” Carefully holding under your heel as he trails slow featherlight kisses up the inners of your leg before settling himself on his stomach between your thighs.

“‘Nothing’? That doesn’t seem like nothing.” Hiding a smile as you peek down at him.

Talking softly. “Maybe something.” Grinning as he grazes his hands over your thighs, looking up at you longingly. Sliding his hands higher up your thighs, delicately brushing underneath the hem of your nightgown. “I did want something.” Speaking with a hoarse whisper against the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Lightly nibbling over the flesh as he slowly dragged his fingers over.

“And what’s that?” You quietly ask, entertaining him as you undo the bow of your nightgown.

“You… I want you.”

“Yeah?”

“Hm.” He hummed, his eager eyes fixated on the beautiful and bare display in front of him. “…real bad.”

He begins to trail kisses up the crease of your upper thigh, lightly grazing his fingers on the opposite side to give it some attention. Adjusting himself, he wraps his arms under your thighs, hooking you as he starts to peck featherlight kisses centimetres from where you needed him most. Teasing you and himself.

He softly exhales over your clit before eventually caving in and placing a delicate kiss over it, trailing kisses down and over your folds. His movements tantalising and precise, as if he wanted you to feel everything. Nibbling and suckling your folds ever so slightly, practically worshipping you as he lightly circles his fingers over your lower stomach.

He lays his tongue flat against you, slowly licking up through your folds as if to savour your taste on his tongue, humming in satisfaction when your sweetness coats his tastebuds. Swiping leisurely like he had all the time in the world. He pauses once he gets to your clit, lightly exhaling over it before placing a soft wet kiss on the needy nub, treating you tenderly like he was slowly warming you up.

“Put your pretty legs over my shoulders, darlin'. I need you closer.” He mumbles against your folds, helping you adjust. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Settling himself again, he buries his face back between your thighs, swiping his pointed tongue through your lips and applying small bouts of pressure as he flicks over your clit, swirling over it in just the way you needed.

He momentarily focuses on your clit, gently nibbling and sucking on the sensitive mound of nerves as he squeezes into your thighs, kneading the doughy flesh with his fingers. He starts to slowly make out with your pussy, caressing your folds with his hungry lips, savouring your sweet flavour. Gluttonous.

Tangerine was the kind of guy that preferred to give and that’s exactly what he intended to do. He’d spend many hours between your thighs if he could, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you were a blubbering quivering mess. He loved the vulnerability of it all, he loved the way you’d grind against his nose with your hands tightly locked in his hair, how you’d make such pretty whimpers when you’d call his name, and how your thighs would clamp around his head. He loved the access he had to you, how you’d be spread to him like an all-you-can-eat buffet. But, most importantly, he loved your taste, he could never and will get enough of it.

So by now, he had you right where he wanted you, hanging on by a thread as he sucked, kissed and licked your sweet pussy.

Smushing his head between your thighs as your release approached, gripping a tighter fistful of his hair while you ground against his face, whimpering and quivering as you came on his tongue. Lapping up every drop.

Speaking low and gruff. “I ain’t done.”

He flips you both over so you could straddle his face, immediately attaching his hands to your ass, gripping the cheeks as he forced you to roll over his face. “I don’t want to hurt you.” You say softly, propping yourself on your knees to hover over him. He doesn’t reply, instead, he just snakes his hands to your waist, gripping and pulling you back down, burying his tongue between your folds.

His hands slip back down to your ass, squeezing the flesh between his fingers while he rocks you over his face, persistently sliding you over his tongue as you grind your hips over him. You tangle your hands back into his curls, using him for support as you cry out again. Mumbling incoherent whimpers as you feel yourself get close once again.

Softly rocking over his face while he fucked you with his tongue, drawing out your second overwhelming release. Never once faltering in motion, giving you exactly what you wanted, like he was listening to your body. Continuing exactly what you liked until he could taste your essence on his lips once more.

He carefully rolls you back over so he was led between your legs, softly kissing your inner thighs, treating you tenderly as if to praise you. He trails featherlight kisses up your stomach and between the valley of your tits, peppering your lower throat until he made his way back to your mouth.

He sloppily kisses your lips, making you taste yourself on his tongue while he loosely entangles his hands around your throat, lightly gripping you. He lowers his head and wryly smirks before dropping his face into the crook of your neck. Grinning against the skin. “I still ain’t done.”

@tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @ch3rries-n-cream @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things

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maybe i was born to read fanfic and obsess over fictional men idk

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“You come home, make some tea, sit down in your armchair and all around there’s silence. Everyone decides for themselves whether that’s loneliness or freedom.”

— Unknown

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maybe i was born to read fanfic and obsess over fictional men idk

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Actually it’s really weird that Jamie’s email got hacked and it’s just never addressed again. Or addressed

Obviously there were bigger breaches of privacy going on in that episode (and what happened to keeley was definitely more violating), but that’s still a… really significant breach of privacy to toss out in a one liner. Especially if it was, as we are given to believe, his personal email address. His friends and family email address. If it’s also what he uses for his Apple ID, all the notes on his phone’s notes app would’ve backed up there too. If he uses it for packages, his address and phone number would be all over it

Like in isolation, that’s a horrifying data breach to have to deal with as a celebrity

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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Jamie Tartt / Perfect by Logic

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