#thank you for tagging me 💛💛💛💛

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

slower

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

wordcount: ~2,4k

summary: One fine morning you overthink a little too much for Dave's liking, so he prescribes you his tried-and-true treatment: cockwarming. He continues to be just a guy <3 can be read as part 2 to slow, but works as a standalone as well

warnings: smut, explicit, no use of y/n, reader is ablebodied, established relationship, mild d/s dynamics, unprotected p in v, creampie, cockwarming but make it oral, deep throat-ish but not really, squint and you miss the dacryphilia, pussy pronouns, dick pronouns, pet names (honey, puppy), soft (dom)!Dave deserves his own warning, feelings

a/n: these two sat in my drafts since slow came out: to everyone who loved part 1, thank you and I hope you'll enjoy this one, too. my undying love and gratitude to @guiltyasdave because she beta'ed again (thanks bby) and reassured me by saying this is still Dave even if he's a little soft for his girl. I'd be so lost without you Jana 💛 tagging @sp00kymulderr as well because ✨dick pronouns✨ (justice for dick pronouns y'all)

Sunday morning. He ran. He made coffee. He showered. He stands next to your side of the bed with a steaming cup in his hand.

Your nose twitches, he can see it. It's either the coffee or the scent of his body wash that pulls you out of your sleep. 

You look so pretty, with that tiny gap between your lips, your lashes slowly fluttering against your cheeks as you wake up.

The coffee finds its place on the bedside table and Dave sits down, the mattress dipping under his weight. Finally you open your eyes, and when you see him, still wet from the shower and not already dressed, a smile touches your lips.

“There she is,” he hums with a smile of his own and gently cups your jaw in one hand. His thumb drags down your bottom lip before letting go of it again. 

You know him. At least the things that he lets you know about him. And he's having thoughts, you can clearly see it in the way he is staring at your mouth and the way his thumb looks pressed against the soft flesh of your lips.

You kiss the pad of his finger, adding a little kitten lick after and smirk when his eyes narrow for a split second. You got him. 

“What are you thinking about, handsome?” You stretch your body and lean one of your bare legs against his wet back.

“None of your business,” he grumbles, feeling his resolve slip away. You were onto him. Usually he is too clever and stubborn to fall for your weak manipulation attempts. But this morning he is feeling soft.

You pout, pursing your lips against his thumb that still moves along them. ‘Meanie,’ you mouth silently before licking his thumb again, slowly, as if you want to drag the digit into your mouth when you pull your tongue back.

It is so obvious, you don't even try to conceal the way you want him.

His thumb slips between your lips and when you make that little muffled uh and start to lazily twist your tongue around his finger, he can feel the memory of this feeling between his legs.

He needs you. 

“That's better, isn't it, honey. Keeping your pretty mouth busy and filled.”

You shift your body, move it closer to Dave and his towel clad thighs, your hands snaking over the sheets towards him.

He pushes his thumb deeper into your mouth, pressing down onto your tongue to get you from licking to sucking and you oblige, like you always do.

With half lidded eyes, another moan doesn't quite make its way past his finger and stays stuck in your mouth. Your thighs clamp together and your eyes open again, only to find your own desire mirrored in his expression.

You need him, too. To trust you enough to be soft around you, vulnerable. Just once.

“Too many thoughts in your pretty little head…” Dave shakes his head dismissively when he sees your tiny worry-line appearing between your brows. “When I fill your mouth, you better only think happy thoughts, honey. Or none. That's what I would prefer.”

Unceremoniously he pulls his thumb from your mouth and the deepening line between your brows makes him laugh a little.

“Poor baby,” he mocks with so much softness in his voice that his attempt to kiss your forehead smooth again works. 

You shuffle closer, your hand tugs his towel to the side so you can rest your cheek on his naked thigh. Skin to skin. You crave this nearness so openly and extensively that he can hide his own need for it behind your clinginess.

He never would admit it, but he enjoys it, the way you ask for his touch or simply just touch him whenever you need to. Which is often. Daves is sure about it, if you could and if he would let you, you would curl up in his lap like a loyal puppy.

He admires that about you, the fierceness with which you adore him. The way a heartfelt I love you slips from your lips so easily and the way you never are disappointed when he can't return the favor. He feels it, but words are hard for him. 

“What's worrying you, honey?” he coos quietly, looking down at you while he caresses your cheek.

“Nothing.” You. You worry me, David, you think to yourself while a finger follows the faint shadow of a vein appearing from under his towel.

“Mhmm… You're lying, honey.” A few droplets of water fall down from his wet hair and he wipes them away from your face. “Do you… want me to give you something to occupy your mind with? Something that helps you to get that adorable blank expression?” 

You nod your head slowly and a moment later Dave is on the bed and you are on him. The sheets rustle softly but the towel makes no sound when it slips open and down onto the floor.

A little pat on his thigh and you move without hesitation, curling your body between his spread legs and resting your cheek once again on him. 

It is comfortable, the position with your head in his lap, but also all of this. The absence of shame. Dave’s confidence and casualness with his body rubbed off on you. The definitions of naked, bare, exposed, vulnerable have shifted since you were with him. He often was bare before your eyes, he exposed his body in front of you, used and moved it as the high precision tool he thinks it is. But Dave was never vulnerable. 

You on the other hand have always been vulnerable when you were naked. He had a way of connecting your mind with your physical form and that made you exposed, bare, vulnerable. And seen and safe. Is he feeling safe with you?

“Stop overthinking,” he hums and strokes the back of your head. Such a good, loyal puppy for him.

“I can't.” The words are muffled against his skin, your lips occupied with scattering little kisses up his leg until you reach the always trimmed but never bare triangle. You stop and look up at him.

“You can. Just gotta focus, honey.” You are so pretty like this, so respectful, your mouth just one breath away from what you want and yet, you wait for his permission. “Let me help you,” he mutters softly. “What do you want?”

You move your head, your whole body, closer and nuzzle the patch of shortened curls at his base. “Him. Please.” 

You already miss him. It's been a couple of days. And the last time Dave helped you with your extensive overthinking has been even longer. You need him, them. A faint throb against your nose assures you that he needs you, too. Please, your eyes say when you look up again. He is so pretty like this, looking down at you.

“Go on. You can have him.”

You move again, immediately, and lick his limp dick into your mouth. He tastes so clean. Sweet almost. Purely David. Soft and sweet, resting on your tongue.

He continues to stroke your hair. There you are, curled up in his lap, needing him to help you relax. Such a good, good puppy.

“Don't move, just breathe.”

You nod and swallow. He starts growing. It never stops being magical. Slowly he crawls down your tongue, stretches into all directions that are you. Seeking your depths. You let him. 

It's peaceful, this morning, your head in Dave's lap, his hand in your hair, his hardening cock securely plugged in your mouth. No noise, just sheets rustling, your deep breaths, his sighs, your mewls. No movement except him, pushing himself deeper in the steady rhythm of Dave's pulse.

He begins to feel heavy. You know how he would look if you didn't hold him between your lips. Hanging, not hard enough yet to stand, point, spear. Just heavy hanging, swinging, giving the best slaps against your mouth and cheeks and pussy in this state. Full, heavy, promising. You want to suck him so bad. Want to suck him until he's rock hard and throbbing. You mewl again, sounding choked as he slowly makes it past the base of your tongue. 

Dave grips a fistful of hair and tugs. A reminder. Breathe for me, honey. And you do. In and out. In and out, no thoughts in your head, just his cock, who is forcing his way past your resistance. You breathe. You focus. You relax your jaw and your mind. Bliss. Your pussy pulses. You mewl.

“Such a good girl, you're doing so good.” He wants to move so badly. In and out. But he can't. You need him, trust him to take care of you. He sees the glossy sheen in your eyes as you're tearing up just the slightest bit. He's somewhere in there, he thinks and caresses your throat with his thumb. You don't like him there too much and he respects that boundary. But he loves being in there, loves seeing you getting teary eyed whenever you decide to grace him with your trust and kindness and take him as deep as you can. He's a bastard, he thinks when he coos at you, for taking such a pleasure in seeing you cry.

You swallow again, your saliva struggles past him on its way down and there it is, a fragrant hint of salt makes it to your palates. He is leaking. You see it in your mind: salty shimmery pearls, making a pretty string of beads down his cock, along that one pretty vein that throbs against your tongue right now. You mewl but all that you both can hear is a pathetic, strangled gurgle. A tear forms on your lash line and lands on your cheek. 

Dave takes it up with his thumb and licks it. Saltiness spreads on his tongue. A trade of salt, he gives you his, you give him yours. You're even, always. 

His hand loosens around your hair, it's over if you like, keep going if you want, puppy.

You struggle a few moments more around him while he takes up space in your throat and mind. Dave's eyes feel heavy on you, the love he never expresses with explicit words is carving the trails of your tears into your cheeks. He throbs violently and you pull yourself off of him, coughing.

You scramble to your knees and before you could even miss the feel of Dave's skin he has you pulled into his lap, cradling you, peppering you with sweet praise. How well you did with the breathing. How good and calm your mouth felt around him. How pretty you are. 

He feels it, your slick. Silky and sweet, sticking between your thighs, just from holding his cock in your mouth. Dave looks down, shifting you, encouraging you to straddle him and spread your legs wider, so he can see everything that is his.

Shimmery threads of sweetness, stretching from one inner thigh to the other. He sticks his fingers into it, twists them, turns them, spinning your thread of silk around his digits. He sucks them clean. Sweet. Like spun sugar but better. 

You look down, between your legs and watch him as he grips himself by the base, and twists more of you around him, mixing your sweetness with his saltiness, creating a smooth blend of sticky threads. You almost drool and add another liquid, but Dave is quicker.

With a small thrust he pushes himself inside of you, not hurried, not slow either, but determined and eager. Another wet, tight heat welcomes him this morning and he feels truly blessed for this woman on his lap. 

“Such a good puppy for me. So loyal,” he murmurs, voice strained and like gravel. Now it's you throbbing and pulsing, stretching around him but unwillingly, she likes to hold him close and tight, tucked away where he belongs. What you lack in clarity your pussy has enough of: she wants one thing and that is him. 

You tilt your hips, angling him deeper. You whimper and sling your arms around Dave's neck and you breathe, in and out, and he moves beneath you. In. And out. A determined rhythm, chasing nothing because why chase the inescapable? It will come, like Dave, like you. 

His hand finds his way down to the spot where you are joined, dipping and smearing in the salty sweet gooeyness, gliding over and circling around the nub that makes you hiss and your pussy clench violently.

“Feeling good, little puppy?” Dave groans and pushes his spread fingers deeper, feeling himself push inside of you and out again until the thick rim of his tip appears and disappears again.

You nod, head bouncing in the steady rhythm. In. Out. Up. Down. Full. Empty. Full. Empty. Deeper. Fuck, you're close. Deeper again, tensing, throbbing.

“Dave-”

“I know, honey. Be good.” Let go. Just breathe. In. Deep. Deeper, out. “Be a good puppy for me. I'm right there.” All he needs is you spasming around him and your whines. 

You angle your hips again, dragging your aching clit against his spikey trimmed hair that got all smooth and slick. Salty and sweet. Up, down, so fucking deep you wince, up, down, faster, again. Now you're chasing. Mind deliciously blank, just the hum of pleasure in your spine. So close. So deep, so full, so stretched around him you can't even clamp on him anymore. More. Down, deeper.

His fingers flick and he pinches your clit and you fall, white noise and moans in your ears, riding Dave through the wave of your orgasm. Feeling him filling you now. Feeling his fingers digging into your hips and pressing you down on him, so deep inside of you and he whines. A sweet whimper of your name, breathed into your ear and securely locked away in your mind with a kiss. 

You both breathe heavily now, in and out, sticky skin, gasps trickling from your mouths, arms encircling, little giggles mixed in, to make a soft, warm blend of safety.

He feels safe with me, you think and when you lean back, just enough to look at Dave's face, he mouthes something that looks like love and you and you securely lock those words away with a kiss.

comment or reblog to get an anti-overthinking session with Dave (I'm in dire need of one myself, help)

read part 1 here

find my Dave York masterlist here

find my general masterlist here

dividers: as always @/saradika-graphics

[tachyon-girl]

Thank you so much for the tag!!! 💛 @amongemeraldclouds

last song you listened to: she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA

favorite color: purple or yellow

last book i finished: oh god. Um… I have no idea 😬

last show i’ve watched: Agents of SHIELD

sweet/savory/salty: sweet

relationship status: single

most recent google search: tasmanian devil

current obsessions: The Bad Batch, Star Wars clones in general, Venom, and Mandalorian culture (also Star Wars)

looking forward to: my 300 follower celebration on my Marvel blog

Npt (really just tagging some of my moots coz I wanna know you better. Idk if you all wanna be tagged sorry): @yhlqmdlg @worstwolverinesbf @soapsudsenthusiast @gaynesspersonified @gayaristocrat @musingsofahufflepuff and anyone else who wants to!

10 people i’d like to get to know better<3

tagged by the lovely @rodyassock on my main account, mwah👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

last song you listened to: sour breath by julien baker

favourite colour: i’ve always been a blue girlie up until two years ago when i embraced green and now it's all i wear

last book i finished: “trials of nation making: liberalism, race, and ethnicity in the andes, 1810-1910” for my uni book review 🥲 & i'm constantly rereading my favourite passages of my favourite novel “oranges are not the only fruit” by jeanette winterson

last show i watched: taskmaster uk lol

sweet/salty/savoury: for enjoyment sweet, for medical purposes salty (POTS gang rise up)

relationship status: long-term partnership with my best friend 🤍 (legally shes my wife bc of benefits so i love to call her that, but we prefer 'partnership' as a label because it's beautiful)

most recent google search: violet beauregarde (halloween costume)

current obsession: marauders era in general, this week i’ve mostly been thinking about rem

looking forward to: finishing my book review tonight so i can breathe

tagging (no pressure):

@regkitblack @hyunielover @soleilfool @poetichibiscus @gl1tterc0rpse @butt3rnugg3t @m00nkissedlover @honeyssweetened @rosieswriting @helens3amstuff @alwaysanundertone & anyone else who wants to play 🤍🤍

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tag lovely @emsprovisions @ironheartwriter @henrygrass @strandnreyes and shout out to the divine @goodways whose sentences I loved! 🩷

Chapter 10: From Behind of Rhythms is up on Ao3, so this is from smutty chapter 11, coming next Sunday - in which Carlos decides to show TK a few wrestling moves...:

"And with my right hand, I’ll be grabbing the back of your neck and pushing your head against my shoulder. Then, with my left hand that’s a fist, I reach and grab my own right bicep, locking it all down. At that point, I’ll step forward and lower myself quickly, bringing you with me and turning, and then you’ll be on your back.”

“My favorite,” TK quips.

“Then I want to do a banana split so we can suck each other’s cocks.”

TK blinks at him, his dick pulsing.

“And then I want to get you in a double chicken wing and fuck you.”

Open tag and tags below!:

@carlossreaders @the-126-family @nisbanisba @corsage

@anactualcaseofthetruth @sapphic--kiwi @tellmegoodbye

@mikibwrites @irispurpurea @fifthrideroftheapocalypse

@nancys-braids @butchreyes @literateowl @kiwichaeng @captain-gillian

@eclectic-sassycoweyes @pimento-playing-hopscotch

@carlos-tk @three-drink-amy @herefortarlos

@heartstringsduet @sugdenlovesdingle @honeybee-taskforce

@theghostofashton @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@alrightbuckaroo @lemonlyman-dotcom @liminalmemories21

@welcometololaland @freneticfloetry @ladytessa74 @rmd-writes

@chicgeekgirl89 @lightningboltreader @bonheur-cafe

@paperstorm @reyesstrand @thisbuildinghasfeelings - If you want to share/haven't already! No pressure ever!! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

[diamondsheep]

Happy Birthday to the Best Cook Ever 💛💛💛

[edwardbonnets]

#he can't even LOOK at aziraphale ohhhhh i am chewing on rocks

because the moment he does, he completely falls apart. the love he feels is so strong that it literally overwhelms him :)))))))

MONY. MONY PLEASE I AM UNWELL AND THIS IS ONLY MAKING ME EVEN MORE UNWELL I AM SOBBING

oh god now i'm thinking about how they SHOW crowley looking at aziraphale right before, from outside the window, and the way crowley looks when aziraphale doesn't know that he's looking

vs. crowley having to confront his feelings and look aziraphale in the eye

and he CAN'T because his whole life he's been gazing at aziraphale from a distance, with literal and metaphorical sunglasses on to shield his true feelings—im a MESS

[bethanyactually]

Nancy Drew + text posts (75/?)

4.13 || The Light Between Lives (8/8)

[respectthepetty]

@spicyvampire, @mymycorrhizae, @my-rose-tinted-glasses

I hope you have a beautiful day exactly how you want it.

[honeyroastednutcases]

ARE YOU OKAY DUDE

I’m all good, no worries! I’ve just gotten into other interests, and made like 3 different side blogs lol so I’m still very active and very much here and okay! Thanks so much for the concern, it’s very sweet!

Like I said, I’ve just been into other things, but chances are I’ll circle back to s&m at some point, so thank you for sticking around! 💛

[mel-loly]

-Softboots/Pusskitty!✨

Thanks to @nysnextd00r for answering me and “helping” me with this post <3

[bigshotspambot]

can i give sneo a little kissi on the nose plz :>

Just a little peck !

[etchetceteraart]

I haven’t been making art as much in the past few weeks, mostly because of ME/CFS fatigue, but yesterday I did finish up a gift for a friend! She’s obsessed with the eccentric actor Crispin Glover, and because she talks about him all the time I kind of assumed he was at least semi-famous…cue me sending this to various discord chats going “does this look like him??” and everyone replying “I have no idea who Crispin is so idk” 😂😂

Well, even if I’m still not sure I quite got the likeness, I am happier with this than I have been with any painted portrait I’ve done so far! I think the unrealistic palette helps with focusing on the underlying shapes.

[inkcat1987]

*RUNS OUT OF FOG

Hmmm, I wonder who you are.. hmm

*inspects yo blog

*stares

HMMM, yes yes... you're cool..

Take this glass(es) of milk...

,🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛,

*SKIDDADDLES AWAY!

(note I'm not swap, nor fanonberry :>)

[zelda7999]

All of the doodles for the Palette challenge! :D I enjoyed doing these immensely, they are a lot of fun!! 

You can find the post for the palette challenge I did: here! 

[alex-just-vibing]

🫂 - i wanna hug you

🧠- i love hearing you talk. you should ramble to me more often

🌻- im proud of you

🍄- you didn't deserve what happened to you

💧- you are an important presence in my life

🕹️- i wanna go to an arcade with you

🕰️- ill love you until the end of time, dear friend

🌑- you worry me sometimes. just remember im here if you ever wanna talk about anything <2

♟️- you, me, board games.

🍁- im so glad you're my friend

🫂🫂🫂🫂

[paperlovesadness]

I've been tagged by the lovely @perfectly-clear-from-here to shuffle my automatic Spotify On Repeat playlist (or Heavy Rotation mix on Apple Music apparently) and share the first 10 songs that come up 💛

So here goes!

Heaven In Your Eyes - Jamie Bower

This Woman's Work - Kate Bush

Call Me - Blondie

It Gets Better - Counterfeit

Run On - Jamie Bower, King Sugar

Still - Ben Folds

One Point Perspective - Arctic Monkeys

Star Treatment - Arctic Monkeys

Jenny Wren - Paul McCartney

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Not a bad representation of my recent life actually.

I'm not entirely sure, as usual (or maybe even moreso lately) who's done it before, so I'll just tag a bunch of you guys who come to my mind first and feel free to ignore if you so please, or to do it still if it sounds fun but I forgot to mention you 💖

@kiray1991 @homoirrealis @haemoglobinheights @misskattylashes @i-m-a-leaf-on-the-wind @barmans-fault @bandomgay @boyeurism @the-thing-about-life-is @joshus-lobster

[lifemod17]

thank you @wispmotherr and @tonguetyd for tagging me in this 🥰🥰

Using only song titles of one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag others:

Artist: in honour of the release of Wasteland, Baby! Deluxe, I am going with mister Hozier

What is your gender: Francesca

How do you feel: All Things End

If you could go anywhere: In The Woods Somewhere

Favorite mode of transportation: Run

Your best friend: Jackie And Wilson

Favorite time of day: First Light

If your life was a TV show: Wasteland, Baby!

Relationship status: Nobody

Your fear: Why Would You Be Loved

this is really fun!! here are some no pressure tags: @sleepsitems @melioradeluxe @melit0n @sleep-token @hookedhobbies @shatterthefragments @notthesaviouryoulongfor @ratinthevoid @politemagic