Muse: Dave
FC: Beau Mirchoff.
Job: Influencer.
Relationship Status: Single and a slut.
Orientation: Gay.
Age: 27.
Pronouns: He/Him. (Cis)
Likes: partying.
Bio: A total himbo, Dave doesn't want much from life. He likes to party, and for him that's enough. He doesn't give the future much thought, and figures he'll fuck that bridge when he gets to it. His favorite thing about himself is that he is well endowed. Who needs brains when you got a big schlong? He dedicates a lot of time to his career as an Influencer, finding time to post thirst traps on Tiktok, stream on Twitch, post vlogs to Youtube, have his own podcast, and even an active OnlyFans account.
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i need something like dave lizewski’s gf with really big boobs and he is veeery obssesed with it and cant stand without touch them, lick them, play with them… and yk, maybe fucks them ;)
꒰ too hot. dave lizewski ⊹ smut, eighteen plus. twitter link warning. not really taken requests rn but this was too goood.
summer has been killing him. it isn’t the hot weather or the fact he’s showered more than twice today already, but the fact the hotter the days become, the more sheer and small your shirts get. don’t get him wrong, he adores the look of your breasts in sheer shirts, especially when you discard your bra elsewhere after a long day, allowing his darting eyes to see the perk of your nipples. but, he likes the shirts a little too much—he nearly always finds himself breathing heavily, cock jumping and twitching at the sight of you no matter where he is.
he isn’t new to seeing them, touching, sucking, but he is new to the feeling of fucking them. of course he’s thought about it. the soft, squishy balls of fat feeling amazing in his hands so to imagine them wrapped around his cock burdens his mind constantly. but, he hadn’t expected this: his cock head a roaring pink as he drills his cock in between your breast in your pretty swim suit top. trembling, whining above you as you hold them together for him, praises spilling from your lips.
“you’re so good for me.”
“want you to come for me. just for me.”
he’s not sure how you persuaded him into getting on top of you, but he can’t help but feel embarrassed by the position. his cheeks a soft pink, hair messy, forehead sweaty and sticky just like your tits. he can feel himself becoming sensitive, his legs slightly shaking from it.
“please, please, please— aah, please,” he whines, eyes shut in pleasure. he’s unsure of completely why he’s pleading and what for, his head too focused on how close he is to put it together. before he can even mumble to tell you he’s about to cum, strings of cum shot from his tip onto your face, tits and bathing suit top.
“dav, that was favorite top,” you playfully frown.
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P Boy Podcasts
I was swapping podcast recs with @schnarfer and asked her what kind of podcasts would each of the Pedro boys host? (I’m a bit of a podcast junkie. I'm literally listening to one right now.) Well, we were brainstorming and I went and created episode art for each of their shows. Which ones are you subscribing to?
Nic on Nic
Get a peek into the brain of legendary talent Nicolas Cage. Cage collaborator (and fanboy) Javi Guttierez is watching everything from Con Air to National Treasure 2. Take a deep dive into the films of Nic Cage and hear exclusive interviews with the man himself.
The Unfortunates
There are spies living among us, everyday people living double lives. What makes them do it? And how do they keep their secrets? Each week, Dave York shares a true story from the clandestine world of espionage.
Foundlings
Din Djarin’s parenting journey has never gone to plan because he never planned on becoming a dad! Come along as he navigates the challenges of single parenting a 50 year old son. Each week Din leads insightful discussions with a range of guests— pediatricians, parenting experts, and other parents that are just trying to figure it all out.
Declassified
Drugs, danger, and dames. The fall of Escobar made way for the Cali Cartel. Hear the story from Agent Javier Pena as he recalls the hunt for the Cali Cartel and reveals details that have never been heard before.
Tales from the Green
Ezra shares spooky fales of distant worlds on this anthology fiction podcast. All set on the Green Moon, these bizarre and enthralling stories introduce you to a lush world filled with intrigue and danger.
Heist
The Mona Lisa only became a cultural icon after it was stolen in 1911. Learn about the greatest capers in the art world with host Marcus Pike. Hear first hand accounts going undercover during his time in the FBI.
No Cap
4 best friends chat about anything and everything. Hear Santi, Will, Frankie, and Ben give their takes on dating, travel, and current events. You’ll love listening to them react to r/aita.
UNKNOWN ZONE
Alien encounter? Evidence of the lost city of Atlantis? Ghost fucking? Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction. Join celebrity host Dieter Bravo for real life brushes with the unknown!
Joel’s Construction Corner
Have a burning home improvement question? Or maybe you just like a southern drawl? Host Joel Miller has 30 years of experience in contracting and he’s here to share his advice with you. As soon as he figures out how to use this damn computer. Ellie does the ad reads with a pun for every one.
Hungry History
What does the invention of margarine have to do with Napoleon? Did Marco Polo really introduce pasta to Italy? Which Founding Father had a craving for ice cream? Follow your stomach to discover the origins of your favorite foods as we travel back in time with host Pero Tovar.
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I might've gone overboard. But I wish these all existed???
If you reblog this please rec me your favorite podcasts in the tags.
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taken from these 3 asks + the thoughts i was having earlier this week.
specifically w this dave bc woah
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the argument started out as something stupid. he doesn’t even remember what it was. all he knows is that he fucked up royally when he said something that absolutely shattered you. he watched your face fall, your lip start to quiver, tears welling up in your eyes. he lets you run off to your bedroom, slamming the bedroom door shut. dave knows he’s sleeping on the couch tonight, the first time ever, if he doesn’t fix this.
you two go about your day as if the other isn’t even there. dave feels sick when he looks at you cooking yourself dinner. his lips press into a thin line. he watches you take your dinner to the office to go eat alone, come back, wash your plate and put it in the dishwasher, looking up and then his eyes catch with yours. it’s just a second of a glance, but dave can see your eyes are red and puffy. he really made you cry.
he watches you mosey back to your shared bedroom as he goes to sit on that couch and eat his own meal, which proves to be futile as he has no appetite. dave covers his plate, placing it in the fridge for later and slowly walks to the master bedroom, when he hears your soft sobs from a few feet from the door.
he slowly turns the knob, flinching as the door squeaks to reveal you, curled in on yourself, facing away from him and toward the window of the master bedroom. dave slowly walks over, his presence making a depression in the bed where he slides in next to you. he starts by rubbing a hand over your shoulder and back, massaging as you sob harder now that he’s here, trying his hardest to soothe you after what’s been said.
dave moves up to press his chest to your back, big strong arms wrapping around you.
“m’ so sorry baby… so sorry. don’t know why i said that. i really don’t.” dave feels that he could cry too at this rate. he holds your shaking body, repeating words of praise to you over and over until your sobs are reduced to sniffles.
“can you look at me, hon?” he whispers to you, hand on your shoulder pulling gently for you to face him. you do so, still refusing to meet his eyes as your lips quiver and you stare at his chest. the two of you lay side by side like that, facing each other as dave brings a hand up to your cheek, whining away the tears as they continue to fall. “i love you, you know that? you’re my whole world and nothings gonna change that. i was stupid. so fucking stupid.”
you look up at him then, and his nose and cheeks have begun to turn red just as it does when he’s holding back tears. his eyes are glassy, and you’re still so unbelievably upset, but he’s truly trying everything to make this right. you lean your head down to bury your face in his chest, whispering a little “i love you too.” dave hugs you so tight, he kisses the top of your head, burying his face in your hair. his kisses move lower as he leans your head up to look at him again, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, pulling back for a moment and then going in for a sweet kiss on your lips.
dave deepens the kiss further and you let him, pulling away for you to catch your breath while dave whispers to you: “so pretty… prettiest i’ve ever seen.” before rolling you onto your back. dave presses his body to yours, continuing to kiss you long and deep for a while longer before his lips move to your neck. you whine, bringing a hand up to the back of his head to keep him where he’s sucking bruises into your neck.
“gonna make it up to you, sweetheart. i promise. i’ll make it up to you in a million different ways,” he moves to your exposed collarbone while he tries to push your shirt up.
he gets your chest exposed, moving down to suck a nipple into his mouth and you writhe away from his mouth at the stimulation. dave holds you close and tight, not letting you get away from him as the arm that’s not wrapped around your middle works at your sleep shorts. he leaves wet, sloppy kisses down your torso, leaning up to throw his own shirt over his head.
once your sleep shorts are kicked off as well as your panties he grabs you by the calf’s and pulls you towards him as he sits on his heels. “c’mere, baby.”
he unties the bow on his pajama pants, pulling them down with his underwear to his mid thighs. his cock is hard and leaking, tip a pretty pink and his breathing is already hard and slow as he spreads your legs for him. he looks up at your pretty tear stained face, puffy eyes and lips. you’re just the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, teasing your hole before pushing in, grabbing your thighs to wrap around his waist as he leans down, pressing chest to chest with you and taking your hands in his.
“okay?” he asks hesitantly, and when he sees you give a watery smile and a nod he starts to move slow and deep, squeezing your hands tight as your legs lock around his waist. “fuck, honey, squeezing me so good. never wanna let you leave this bed…”
you mewl, whispering your own praises and apologies which dave hushes, wanting you to focus on him making you feel good. he nudges the side of your face with his nose and you know to turn so he can give you a long and deep kiss. dave’s hips stutter, beginning to move a little quicker, a little deeper, and soon you’re both gasping out short exasperated breaths as you near your orgasms.
“you gonna cum? yeah… that’s it, i gotchu. you’re okay. you can do it, come on. wanna see you cum on my cock.” you squeal as dave moves a hand down to your clit, rubbing fast tight circles and you contract around him, death grip on the hand that’s still clasped in yours as you cum for him.
“oh fuck.. look atchu… love you so much baby. never gonna let you go… oh- oh fuck!” and then dave is cumming too with a groan that’s muffled by you going in for another kiss. his hips slow to a nice roll, more tears leave your eyes as all your emotions are released, a whole day of tension and hurt that you start to let go of.
you breathe each other in, laying on each other before dave rolls off of you. he pulls the covers up and holds you close. a silent understanding that you will talk the rest of this out tomorrow. at least he doesn’t need to sleep on the couch.
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this took a week to get out i’m so sorry
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