#i fucking love croissants

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

melt

artwork credit: "Croissant au Beurre" by Julian Merrow-Smith

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

wordcount: ~960

summary: wine drunk and with fresh croissants from the bakery you're having French breakfast and sex with Dave

warnings: smut! reader is able bodied, no y/n, established relationship, pussy pronouns, French pet names (mon coeur=my heart, bébé=baby), food is involved but only inserted into the mouth, so kinda foodplay-ish, unprotected p in v, implied creampie (éclair, hehe), implied cum eating, wine drunk Dave dirty talking in pastry is a warning on its own, dm me if I missed any

a/n: I'm in France rn and eat my bodyweight in croissants. This stuff makes horny. Thanks @guiltyasdave for beta reading again. Sending croissants and baguettes your way 💛

divider: @saradika-graphics

Flaky. Smooth. Rich. Decadent. You rip off a piece of the croissant, put it onto your tongue and it melts.

“Is it that good?” Dave asks from beneath you, words slurred from the night at the beach and the two bottles of red.

“So good,” you hum, slowly reaching for the glass with homemade strawberry jam and twisting it open. “Getting croissants straight out of the oven before the bakery even opens? Best idea you ever had, Dave.”

His hands find your waist, then your hips and he adjusts you to his liking. The way you mold in his hands, like the sand you both dug your toes in all night. But you're warmer. Wetter.

“Gimme some,” he orders and you can't decide what exactly he wants some of. You place the glass with jam on his naked chest and dip one tip of the pastry into the smooth strawberry spread.

“Open wide for me, handsome,” you giggle as you repeat what he says to you so often.

His lips, stained from the wine, part, his tongue peeks out and his fingers dig into your skin when all you do is drag the croissant over his tongue and not let him have a bite.

He jerks his hips, letting you feel how hard he has already gotten for you just from you sitting on him.

“Let me have it.” Dave frowns and holds you in place while he grinds up against you, his cock trapped between your bodies.

You whimper each time his movements drag over your clit and you give in. The tip of the croissant, coated in the strawberry goodness slides into Dave's mouth and it melts on his tongue.

Nothing ever tasted better than this, he thinks, dipping his tip into your smooth sweetness.

“Gimme some,” you say, your mind hazy from the wine and the laughter tonight and from the need to feel filled with decadent, rich deliciousness.

He takes the croissant out of your fingers, dips it into the jam and holds it up to your face.

“Spread your lips, mon coeur.”

Your wine stained lips open for him and when the flaky dough slips into your mouth, his cock slips between your folds and into your heat. And you melt.

“Is it that good?” Dave's words are slurred from the wine and your whines, from the smooth and tight heat he slowly dips into and slides out again. In and out, each time a little deeper.

“So good,” you hum and lick the crumbs from your lips. Strawberry sweet, buttery, salty like the sea air. “So… so fucking good, Dave.”

You try to sink down fully, you need him whole, the tingling liquid feeling in your guts demands that you are stretched around him. But Dave won't let you.

“Let me have it,” you breathe softly with pleading eyes.

Dave drags the croissant along your lips, enjoying the way you mindlessly open your mouth for him.

“Manners, mon coeur,” he hums and his restraints slowly crumble like the pastry in his fingers.

“Please. S’il te plaît, Monsieur,” you whisper, your red wine colored tongue licking at the golden flakes.

“That's it.” His hips snap up, one solid harsh thrust filling you, knocking a moan out of your lungs and the jam off his chest. He doesn't care, he knows you'll be licking his skin clean, tipsy and hungry for him.

“Wake them up. Let them hear your… pretty… filthy… sounds.” Each word accentuated with a hard thrust, each thrust making you moan out loud and lewd.

You cunt clenches, now that she has what she wants and Dave grunts. He gathers jam with his thumb, rips off another piece of croissant and fills your mouth as well.

“French breakfast, mon coeur. Eat up.”

You do, suckling on his thumb, swallowing the dough, the sweetness, the tang off his skin, your tongue enveloping his finger, your pussy his cock.

Your mind is filled with Dave, your mouth is filled with Dave, your cunt is filled with Dave, your heart is filled—

“Are you good for me, a good girl? Let me fill you up?”

You nod your head in the rhythm in which he fucks up into you, moaning around his thumb, pulsing at the thought of Dave dripping out of you and into the French linen.

“Ever heard of an éclair?” He asks and leans up, his one hand cupping your ass and holding you up for him to keep pumping in and out of you. His rhythm changes from fluid to stuttering and he licks some golden flakes off your salty skin, nipping at your squished tit.

“Another pastry. Filled. Filled to the brim, mon coeur. Fucking love eating the filling out of them.”

His red wine mouth leaves a stain on your chest, somewhere over your heart, you think.

“Éclair?” He uses too many words, your mind is too hazy, all you know is his name and the heat melting your core. All you see is his sun kissed skin and his eyes. All you hear is his breathing and the squelching.

“Will turn you into my own little éclair. Eat the filling out of you, bébé,” he huffs with a wine heavy mind and strawberry-sticky skin. You look so beautiful, so utterly fucked and sated and you didn't even come for him yet. He'll make you come, with his face buried in your sweet pussy.

He grips your chin, his hips stuttering against you. You feel him grow harder, throbbing, ready. “Say it.”

“Fill me. Fill me up, please,” you whimper and watch amazed how his face contorts and his eyes roll back as he fills you with his salty sweetness, his smooth, decadent cum, you watch him as he melts into you.

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[foulfiendfern]

s1 jonmartin is one of the funniest things to me

[pettyoddity]

seconds

[chartreuxcatz]

SOBBING

WEEEEEEHHHHHHHEHEHHHHHHHHHH CROISSANT’S FRIENDS LOVE HER SO MUCH AND SHE CANT HANG OUT WITH THEM CUZ SHE’S BUSYYYYYYYYYY.

SHE HASN’T BEEN SHOWING UP TO THEIR MEET UUUUUUPS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[luminarai]

I’m already flaky and full of butter what more do you want from me

[kradogsrats]

vicariously playing xadia by reading your updates/quips from the game since my phone is incompatibly ancient like: 👁👁 sunfire forge you say? Yeah what's happening there lol

I NEED TO KNOW FOR REAL

Like given all the weirdness with implied Sunfire elf history with Sol Regem and such like... yeah, the place is full of dragon statues! Why was it abandoned? Because they got the Sunforge, instead? Or because there was some kind of massive cultural break/shift from Sol Regem as god-king to a self-determining monarchy of elves?

Also, whenst the FUCK did this happen? It's "ancient" but we really still have no basis for comparison on like... is 1,000 years ago actually ancient, for elves? 10,000 years? Mervyn mentions that "the same primal magic that led the ancient elves to build Blacksteel Sanctum here has attracted the crawlers (bug enemies)" which... I'm sorry, WHAT? THE WHAT NOW?

But yeah the Border is my absolute fave region. The Far Reaches are... tolerable. Then the Moonshadow Forest is a fucking dump infested with Yoshitaka Amano-knockoff goths.

[croisstime-gf]

my attraction to my f/os is so funny like my type is usually “women (or enbies) who could kill me” and like yeah sure timekeeper definitely fits that. she erased an entire person from the timeline just to prove a point to gingerbrave and croissant once. even if she was up against a human she 100% would completely win.

but croissant?? that woman has done nothing wrong ever in her life. whenever she sees trash on the street she picks it up and carries it with her until the next garbage can and then throws it away.

[phantomdimension]

I hate you diet culture I hate you recipe blogs that harp on dieting I hate you diet ads that come after viewing recipe blogs I hate you diet discussion in recipe blog stories I h

[timothylawrence]

i just know Sasha would go crazy in a costco

[echthr0s]

where the fuck are the sun worshippers on this website. need to be around my own kind for a change and not y'all winterwhores

[steveyockey]

every time you’re about to write down a tip amount REMEMBER: money isn’t real and you should add three more dollars

[cloneboywonder]

I looked at my dads phone today bc I’m nosy and he was texting a guy abt fobbie tickets and he started it with “my daughter is the biggest fallout boy fan in the world !!!!!” Like I’m literally going to cry I’m so glad me and my dad love each other again :-(

[chartreuxcatz]

WE ARE SO BACK TBD COMMUNITYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO

[butchered-icarian]

What do you mean by "Jake has a secondary power"?

Disclaimer: this is entirely my theory. How it actually goes depending still on the author @thebahwrites as he's the one who writes the fic.

Well I mean. In chapter 3, the sparring scene between Jake & Bradley, when Jake pushed and Bradley was able to fully activate his power for the first time, then circling back to the previous ones where the conversation between Nat & Bradley occurred in the current timeline where she stated that Bradley's power was gone by the time of Jake's death, only for it to surfaced back online by the time they return to Top Gun. Adding that to the fact that Nat met Bob after that and the beginning of a revelation we see at the end of chapter 5. That's my clue 1.

Clue 2 is the first meeting of Hangman & Phoenix with Bob. Bob didn't know he has the ability to drag people involves into his power with him, only to got it activated when he met Hangman & Phoenix. At first I thought it was like. Freakish coincidence with immaculate timing and a sprinkle of primal instinct facing danger, but then after my third reread my prone to waving a board of conspiracy theories surfaced so....

Yeah that's my two cents (again) Jake has a secondary power.

[strawbeb]

tired of the lidl vs. aldi debate. pitting 2 bad bitches against each other for no reason

[mangostarjam]

there's a bakery in my town that supplies all the taquerias with bread rolls but they also make these HUGE fluffy perfectly buttery croissants and croissants with mini chocolate chips and ugh. i also love having the bread rolls with condensed milk and hot water it's so good. standing in their doorway watching the racks of cooling rolls inhaling the freshly baked bread smell aaaaaaaa i love them