You Are Feeding Us With Enchanted 😍 And I Also Love Your Blog So Much❤️

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/63331938501739344/ welcoming you back with this photo 🫶🏻

you’re joking.

this is the best welcome present i ever got in my whole like thanks baby 💋💋

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

idk if you've done it before but i NEED virgin! subby dave and giving him his first blow job i just wanna make him feel good :((

ARKDBJKBHEB DAVE DAVE DAVE!!!!!!!!!!! god he wpild be so fucking crazy for you.

maybe youre his first girlfriend. after a few dates and maybe him sleeping over at your house omce you decide to take it to the next level with him. except dave is hiding something from you. he gets more hestitany with his kisses when you grind down on him as you sit on the couch, even if he doesn't realize he's doing it. you pull away first, looking into those pretty eyes of his.

"what's wrong, dave? are you okay?" dave shudders as you shift a little, rubbing against his hard on in his jeans.

"f-fine, everything's fine i uh.. just haven't done any of this before." and holy shit that's hotter than you thought it would be. dave starts spewing out apologies, telling you that he can "get up and leave" if he's not what you want, but you make him stay firmly pressed into the couch.

you kiss him again, deeper and more heated. "can i blow you?" the question slips out of your mouth before you can even think about it. dave lets out a shaky breath, blinking u oat you blearily. you wanna give it all to him. he looks so perfect like this, all breathy and strung out on your kisses.

"fuck.. yeah. yeah i want it. please?" oh, he's so sweet like this, really. you slide down his body, taking his hips in your hands and shifting him so his feet are planted on the ground. you unbuckle his pants, undoing the zipper and gesturing for him to lift his legs so you can slide them off. dave's hands are shaking as he watches you. licking his lips and biting them until they're a pretty rose pink. you move back in between his spread thighs, rubbing his bulge with the palm of your hand. dave contorts at your touch, squirming and tensing up. you take his boxers and pull the waistband down under his cock, the length springing up against his chest. he's vibrating with anticipation. "please... need it so bad."

you give him kisses up the side, taking him in your hand and pumping him a few times before closing your mouth around the head, looking up at him as you start to swallow him down. you come up to suck the tip again, going down farther than you did before. dave is letting out these little whines every time you take him deeper, hand coming to rest on your head. you want him to be louder, so you take him down all the way to his base, nose hitting the trimmed hair he has there.

"oh fuck.. your mouth feels so good." he brings his other hand to your head as you look up at him with doe eyes. dave's so far gone he doesn't fully realize he's pushing you down until he does, you letting out a muffled moan around him, making him yelp and buck up into you. you whine, going lax as you let dave use you, wanting this to be the best for him. he keeps repeating "sorry, i'm so sorry. feel so good. can't stop, i'm sorry." over and over again each time he thrusts into your throat, hunching over you and then keeping you there.

"oh god, im gonna cum so hard. oh, shit!" and then dave is cumming down your throat, letting out these "auh auh auh" noises that drive you absolutely wild. you swallow around him the best you can, some spit and cum leaking out the corners of your lips. dave pulls out of your mouth, looking down at your debauched state and leaning down to lick up the fluid that escaped before kissing you, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. you smile into the kiss before pulling away and planting little pecks all over his face.

"thank you, thank you.." dave mumbles as he hugs you close, breathing in your skin.

i love weezer so much

i think the most heartbreaking thing i had to go through was realizing i was a james girly when i’d been a kirk girly for two years.

only all the time

Do y’all ever just cry?

it’s only the second day and i’m soooo ready to fling myself off of the school roof

omw to the first day of school, please pray that i get hit by a bus 🙏🙏🫶

mafia boss james

NO YOU DONT GET IT, I NEED HIM IN A WAY THAT IS CONCERNING TO FEMINISM

idk but i really want to kiss 80s!james' neck and chest. like they look very kissable hello????

also his slutty little waist here???? did i mention the arm??? i need him really bad.

HES SO PRETTY!!!3!:&:? he’s always so kissable but yes his neck n chest!!! so pretty. i wanna like give hickeys on his collarbones yk

and people say god doesn’t have his favorites…

I just grabbed a gun

OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO??,$:;&/?,)/?. WHAY THW FUCJ

Scream🔪 Kirk Hammett (18+)

Reaching down to grasp onto the forearm comfortably draped across your bare waist, your slightly trembling fingers blindly wrap around Kirk's as you watch the scene play out in front of you on the screen with rapt attention.

Licking his fingertips clean of the red substance, Billy muses out, "Corn syrup, same stuff they used for pig's blood in Carrie."

Heat slowly unravels itself in your groin as you watch his tongue dart out as he taunts Sidney, who tries to turn around and run away from him. Cheeks beginning to redden at the embarrassment you felt from getting turned on at the sight of the killer degrading his newest target, you shift your hips to lean back for comfort before freezing in place.

Disbelief floods you as you feel your best friend's hardness rub against your clothed thigh. Eyes widening at the quiet and strained groan that follows after your movement, you begin to bite your bottom lip in worry as Kirk begins to tense behind you and stays still.

Fearing he was going to try and bolt in shame; you tighten your grip around his hand and hold him in place, unexplained anticipation for what could come next filling you to the brim. But eventually, the silence in between the screams bellowing out of the tv becomes unbearable, and the small amount of confidence you somehow found earlier begins to slip away as he flattens himself against the back of the cushions.

"I can just go, Kirk. There's no need to worry," You begin, dread overwhelming you as you begin to realize you read the situation entirely wrong. Sitting up in a haste, you hold back a shiver as his nails scrape against your skin from your movement before his hand falls limp on the sofa. "We can pretend like this never happened. Nothing happened anyway."

Snapping himself out of his daze at the defeated tone in your voice, Kirk quickly reaches up for you and encircles his arm around you, before tugging you back into your original position.

"No, I'm sorry. I just didn't know if you really wanted this, and I don't want you to feel any pressure," He rushes out in a breathless heap, his long hair brushing against his labret piercing as he looks down at you hesitantly. "To be completely honest with you, I feel like I'm dreaming."

Turning over to fully lie on your back, you peer up at him with wary eyes. "You aren't just saying that because now you know I like you, right?" You ask in a small voice, the sound barely registering over the background noise.

Curls moving in tandem as he shakes his head in disbelief, Kirk chuckles before leveling down on you. "No, of course not." Straddling the outside of your thighs and caging you in as he places a hand on each side of your pillowed head, he murmurs out, "How about I just show you how much I like and want you instead?"

Nodding with barely concealed enthusiasm, you shudder in a deep inhale as his hand skims across your midsection.

"I need your verbal consent, baby, or nothing happens." He tsks out, his shy demeanor now far gone.

"Yes sir. Please, sir." You verbalize, almost preening at the look of approval that shines in his dark eyes at your words. Expecting him to respond and tell you how things were going to go, you instead let out a yelp as he effortlessly raises your lower body with one hand and tugs your sweatpants down to your knees with the other.

A flush begins to bloom across your chest as you watch him stare down hungrily at your barely concealing underwear. Haphazardly tugging your pants down and off the rest of your legs and ankles, you let out a shocked laugh as Kirk throws them without looking and they land on the television.

Darkness envelops the majority of the living room and goosebumps rise as his chilled hands run down your curved and plush sides, his piercing grazing the top of one of your kneecaps. Placing a gentle kiss on the beginning part of your left calf, Kirk gently spreads your thighs open and grips them tight as he watches your clit swell against the cotton.

"I'm going to eat you alive." He mutters out as he grazes a thumb against your clothed sex, his lips twisting in amusement as your hips jump up and nearly hit his chin.

Heart beating erratically in your chest, you open your mouth to plea, before the words from the movie cause you to pause and take them in.

"Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Didn't think so! See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid."

Humming out loud, you raise yourself up on your elbows and look at him between your legs. "Like Hannibal Lecter?" You tease.

Sending you an answering smirk, only one word seeps out from his plush lips before he pushes your underwear aside and slides his tongue through your folds.

"Worse."

Head thumping back against the pillows and elbows giving out, you let out a cry as his rough tongue prods at your clit mercilessly. Using his left elbow to stop you from clenching your thighs around his head, he trails his right hand down your thigh before slowly pushing his index finger inside of you and curving it upward. Jutting out his bottom lip with his tongue, satisfaction and ecstasy run through him as he feels your entire body shake with overstimulation as his labret teases your entrance.

Moaning as your slick pulses out and your walls flutter against his digit, Kirk eagerly sucks up your every drop, before spitting on his palm and adding another finger. Closing his eyes in bliss as your taste invaded his senses, he could feel your walls begin to tighten against his fingers every time he purposefully rubbed against your g-spot. Suddenly feeling spiteful about the fact you only finally admitted your feelings for him recently, Kirk smiles deviously against your pussy before stopping entirely and pulling away.

Gripping onto the stitched fabric underneath you, you let out a shout as your impending orgasm came to a halt as his mouth and hands faded away into the darkness.

Tears sprung in your eyes as you began to feel empty and your legs began to tremble. "Kirk, please don't do this to me." You plead, your hands unclenching and beginning to reach out, regardless of the fact that you couldn't see.

Letting out an amused hum, Kirk pauses before reaching over and turning on the nearest lamp, unable to stop himself from wanting to see you. Watching your body come into full view in the light caused his dick to pulsate and jump in his briefs. Gripping his ballsack in a hurry to stop himself from cumming at the sight of you looking so disheveled, an involuntary bead of precum pearled at the tip of his cock and bled into the darkening trail of hair that covered his groin. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he bends down to remove his underwear before kneeling in between your legs once again.

Self-indulgently dipping his middle and ring finger inside of you, he quickly took them out and made sure they were covered before raising them up to your lips. Maintaining eye contact, you open your mouth obediently and slowly wrapped your tongue around his sopping fingers, before taking them down to the hilt. Swallowing around his fingers and tasting your own heady and musky scent, you wrap a hand around his wrist in desperation and tug him forward. Gasping out as his shaft rubs against you in a harsh thrust, you absentmindedly reach down and try to align him with your opening, before flinching to a stop.

Rough hands snatch your wrists in a bruising grip, before lifting them up and placing them above your head. Tilting your head up with a hand delicately wrapping around your throat, Kirk huskily breathes out, "Did I say you could touch me? Did I say at any point that you were in charge?"

"No sir. I'm sorry."

Narrowing his eyes at your fake apology, Kirk nods to himself before lifting your legs and placing them on top of his shoulders. Gasping out at the stretch, you felt yourself clench emptily as he presses his fully body weight against you and places a rough kiss on your lips.

"There's only one thing I need from you, doll." He says to you with a feral glint in his eyes, his hips moving back so he can align himself with your entrance.

"Anything." You say in an almost begging tone.

Tilting his head to the side and nodding his head toward the tv, he sends you a wicked grin before sliding into you all at once.

"Scream."

Billy leans forward, pressing the tip of the knife against his teeth as he stares into Sidney's eyes. "Is that enough motive for you?"