#thots.

[perelka-l]

Ok but HiruTobi

[belovedinfidels]

OOOOOh Miranda you shouldn't open the Pandora box that it's my brain because i was thinking of food play with Dave York because my hoe ass tells me his suburban dad ass loooooooves that shiiit

listen dani, if this is the sort of thing your mind churns out, i adore it, cherish it—love it, even. here is a bit of pure filth under the cut inspired by this ask because i whole heartedly agree. dave york is the sort of man to have listened to “super freak” by rick james and decided to body it for himself, never looking back.

gif by: @henryscavills

Dave York is the sort of man who likes to be kept on his toes, so when he says he wants to taste you, voice deepened with desire, and you suggest he adds toppings with an equally lust laced tone, he’s pretty sure he’s found the promised land. 

And oh, taste you he does, holding at your waist as he watches the chocolate sauce drip between your breast and down your stomach, catching it with his warm tongue as it dares to go lower. He likes whip cream too; shakes it up and bites his lips as covers your nipples with it, and he never forgets the cherry on top. Likes making you take one in your mouth after he runs the cold fruit down the length of your torso, leaving another trail for his tongue to trace after he eats the whip cream off of you. 

Dave might appear like a well respected man when he’s in his slacks and he’s perfectly ironed dress shirts, but when it’s all pooled at the bottom of the bed and you’ve got your legs wrapped around his waist, naked and covered in the toppings of his choosing, he’s far, far from it. You’ve never seen a man so taken by his own desire, nor have you ever known the importance of the five senses so well as you have the first time you did this with him.

Taste, you think, as you open your mouth to lick off the chocolate sauce on his own tongue, letting him explore your mouth. 

Touch, you think as his hands play with the sticky red juice of the cherry he dragged on you but didn’t manage to lap up with his tongue. He makes you wrap your lips around his finger after, cleaning it off before he lets his nimble digits enter and stretch you. 

Sound, you think as he huffs into her neck when you grind up into him when he finds his way between your waist. He hasn’t even entered you yet, but he’s dangerously close to cumming already, rock hard just from the sight of you. 

Sight, you think as he takes a whip cream covered nipple in his mouth and looks up at you to clock your reaction, humming in delight against the sensitive skin. What a fucking sight. 

Smell, you think when he lets you cover him with whip cream and chocolate sauce too. All the sugary scents mix well with his body wash, and can’t deny how fucking good it makes you feel when you lick a strip from above his waist line to below his belly button and he nearly whines. 

All of these heightened, a perfect concoction to appease Dave York’s itch to be different with you. He says he doesn’t want to fuck you like you live in a white picket fence neighborhood, and this is your way to tell him you’ll never let him. 

[mazharking]

Maybe at some point we should quit making up useless labels to describe increasingly specific and often extremely individual experiences with gender and attraction and just use stick with broad terms that actually say something about the group they're describing instead of compartmentalizing every innocuous detail of gender experience and sexual attraction to the point that basically everyone gets a custom made term for their sexuality.

Like at some point you have to stop trying to pick apart every aspect of how you interact with other people and when romantic or platonic or sexual or friendly or collegial or whatever attraction stops or ends because in the end it's all interwoven and it's not like you interact with friends strictly in a friend way and with sexual partners strictly in a sexual way. It's just not productive or insightful to try and dissect your relationship with other human beings like that.

[bill2015]

I have another ben willbond isnt straight truther post cooking up so uh watch this space ig

[msfirelord]

Idk how to explain but hozier music has strong november vibes

[sirengf-moved]

it really f!cks with me on how the book american god.s focuses on how humans created their own gods , brought them into flesh and fruition , so by definition would that make humans the true gods?

[belovedinfidels]

are thots still on? if they aren’t please ignore. i know there’s division between wether din is a virgin or not but id like to self indulge in the idea that din knows how to fuck and fucks hard. i want him to rail me till the end of the universe :)

LATE NIGHT THOT SHARING / DIN DJARIN 

the thots are always on, babes. but yeah, i typically lean toward the “knows how to fuck version,” too but i also enjoy the idea that din is a bit awkward and inexperienced when he gets past just fucking. like sure, the man can make your legs shake with his fingers, but he’s never taken off his helmet because he’s so guilt ridden and bound to the creed. he’s not entirely sure of how much is too much when it comes to his helmet, and he doesn’t do it unless he needs to, so he’s never kissed someone, never ate anyone out, never even pressed his lips against someone else’s skin. all he knows is touch, the feel of another warm and wet against him.

he takes pride in how good he can make people feel with just his fingers, too, but don’t think he’s never been in a situation where he’s longed to use his tongue and his mouth. someone asked him to do it once, to get on his knees and taste them, and he almost wanted to whimper in agony, but all he did was remain silent, and they took it for a no and he let them ride him until they were nearly goo in his arms and his cock almost hurt. he felt bad. for once in his life, din had felt impossibly trapped in all his armor. after that, he just started saying he wouldn’t, stating it outright so no one got hurt and he didn’t have to think about how much he couldn’t do it.

but then there is you. you are an urge he can’t fight off, some impossibly strong force that makes him nervous for no reason. you are allowed to ruin him as much as he ruins you, and he trusts you with his entire being. even though he said he wouldn’t—that he absolutely couldn’t—one night din does it. he turns off the light and makes you squeeze your eyes shut just in case, but he presses his mouth to your skin and hums delightfully. then he takes a nipple in his mouth and your feel at his hair while he twirls his tongue around it. you do not even realize how much you wanted this until you had it. you don’t expect much more from him either—hell you didn’t even expect this, but then he goes all the way down and he presses his tongue to your core. he doesn’t know what he’s doing. he is quite literally feeling around in the dark, to be fair, knowing this area well with his fingers but not at all with his mouth.

he asks you to help him, in a voice so quiet and hesitant you’re nearly shocked to find its belonging to him. and you do, and he learns quick and he makes you cum once and he’s so overjoyed that he’s finally done it that he presses his lips to yours immediately after. he tastes of you but you don’t mind, and you note the way his lips are slightly chapped and the feel of his facial hair against your skin and the warmth of his mouth as you slide your tongue in it. he lets you lead, teaching him. you both gradually move towards the fucking part he’s excelled at, but you never stop using what he’s just beginning to learn.. he fucks you hard and you admit those well known moans into the air, but now he bends down to press a kiss to your spin. sometimes he even licks or bites, overwhelmed by the fact that he has the opportunity to.

he does fuck you well, but he’s still learning in a lot of ways.