Want James To Blow His Cigar Smoke Into My Mouth

james 🎀

LOVE TOMMY!!!!!! 😻😻😻

I'm currently dealing with Hurricane Milton and could have used someone to cuddle up with because of my anxiety issues. Could you do something related to reader riding out a hurricane with Cliff or Kirk?

Bro I feel so bad about all this stuff going on, I hope this can bring a little comfort you you and anybody affected :)

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 & 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ¹⁹⁸⁹

It was raining in sheets, slapping against the windowpanes with the violence of the storm. I could hear it outside, howling, wrenching at trees. It felt like it wanted in. It was dark inside the house, the power had gone an hour before. I could feel the anxiety creep in.

I sat on the edge of our bed, my hands clenched tightly around the sheets. My heart was racing. Every crack of thunder caused me to jump and the tightness in my chest to get worse.

"Kirk?" I called, my voice shaking. He was downstairs, making sure all the windows were locked.

He was up the stairs fast, his face calm, even though I knew he too was worried. But Kirk had this way of standing sure. As he walked towards me, his eyes softened at the look of panic on my face.

"Hey, baby," he cooed to me as he lowered himself down in front of me. His voice was so soft. "I'm right here. Let's get you to bed, okay?

I nodded, because to do otherwise would have been just too difficult at that moment. He helped me pull the covers back and directed me to lie down. Once I was under the blankets, I felt a little safer, but my heart was still pounding in my chest. I could hear the wind whipping outside.

For a moment Kirk got up and stood there staring around. I could practically see him thinking till his eyes lighted. He went over to the closet, reached in, and opened the door. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but in a moment he turned around with something clutched in his hand.

It was Bunny.

That old, tattered stuffed bunny from when I was a kid. I hadn't thought about it in years, but Kirk remembered. I used to tell him stories about how Bunny helped me sleep through storms when I was little, how clutching his soft fur made me feel safe.

Kirk smiled, bringing it over to me tucking it gently into my arms.

"Thought you could use some company," he said, flashing those cute crooked teeth, climbing in bed beside me, wrapping his arms around me.

I threw my arms tightly around Bunny and nuzzled my face into its old, comforting softness. For a now, I was that little girl, cowering from the storm under the covers, clutching onto Bunny.

Kirk settled in beside me, pulling the blankets up over us both. His body was warm against mine, and he smelled like rain and safety. I clung to him like a lifeline as his heartbeat steadied, calm beneath my hand.

"It's all right," he whispered into my hair, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I'm right here. We're safe."

I nodded, but it was still there. My mind was jumping from one disaster to the next. What if the windows broke? What if the roof blew off? What if something happened to Kirk?

He must have felt my body tense because he squeezed me a little tighter, his hand stroking my arm softly.

"Breathe with me," he whispered. "In … and out."

I tried to match my breaths to his, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. In. Out. Slowly, I started to feel my heart slow down, the panic loosening its grip just a little.

Smoothly, in that low even tone, a soothing sound like a lullaby, Kirk continued to talk to me. "You remember the last time we had a storm this bad?" he asked, his lips tickling my temple. "The power went out, and all night, I told you ghost stories."

I smiled weakly, remembering. It was one of those early nights together, before we got comfortable in the silences. We'd been a little spooked, but laughing helped. It was one of those first times I felt how much I trusted him.

"I'm not in the mood for ghost stories," I muttered into his chest, and he chuckled softly.

"Alright, no ghost stories tonight," he said. "How about we just stay like this?"

I nodded again, feeling his arms go tighter around me. I could feel the storm raging outside, but in this bed, in Kirk's arms, it was a little quieter.

He kissed the top of my head again, his hand rubbing in slow circles across my back. Even the storm that still beat against the house didn't seem to be quite so terrifying anymore. Not while he was here.

"Just focus on me," Kirk whispered. "Nothin' else matters right now. We're okay."

I hugged Bunny tighter, my fingers digging into soft fabric, and closed my eyes. I tried again to sync mine with his. The storm's noise, outside my door, faded just a little more, replaced by the steady thump of his heart beneath my cheek.

"Thank you," I whispered, not at all sure he'd heard me.

But I felt his arms squeeze a little tighter, and that was enough.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: femdom, restraints, bdsm, softdom, edging, praise, dry humping, grinding

I could feel the smirk on my face as I tightened the silky red ropes up over Dave's head, securing his hands there against the bed frame. His cock was hard as a rock already from the restraints.

"Mmm, look how excited you are already," I purred, tracing a finger lightly up the shaft. "I just know you're aching for it."

Dave groans, trying to thrust into my hand, but he's helpless, completely at my mercy. I wrap my fingers around his base and start slowly pumping him off.

"Not yet, though. first, I'm going to tease this pretty dick until you beg for it." I lick my lips as I tighten my grip and stroke faster. "Beg for me like a good boy."

I can't help but grin wickedly as I watch Dave writhe beneath me, desperate for any more stimulation. But I keep my touches feather light, barely grazing his sensitive, throbbing skin.

"Please." he whimpers needily after several excruciating minutes of teasing. "I need more. Please touch me properly!" He growls.

"Since you asked so nicely." I agree, finally wrapping my hand fully around his throbbing erection. I pump him firmly from root to tip, twisting my wrist on each upstroke.

"That's it, take what you need," I encourage as I increase my pace. My other hand reaches down to gently cup and massage his balls. "Fuck into my hand. Show me how badly you want it."

Dave moans loudly and bucks his hips, fucking himself on my fist with abandon.

I lean in closer and my warm breath dances against Dave's ear while I continue the strokes up and down his pulsing cock in firm, rapid motions. "You're doing so well, baby," I whisper huskily. "Such a good boy, taking everything I give you. I love seeing you lose control like this."

My fingers rub across his sensitive flesh, brushing occasionally over the leaking slit and spreading his pre cum to heighten his pleasure. I can feel his body tensing, muscles coiling tight as he nears the edge.

"Almost there, aren't you?" I tease, my voice dripping with seduction. "But not quite yet. We've got some more fun to have first."

With that, I abruptly freeze my hand around his straining erection, leaving him achingly hard and wanting.

Dave growls, his chest heaves as he wrestles with the ropes binding him. His cock strains desperately in my palm, demanding its release.

"Please," he begs, his voice strangled with need. "I cannot take any more of this torture. Let me cum.. I promise to be good."

I just smile and trail my fingertips down his torso, dipping them into his navel before continuing lower. "We'll see about that," I murmur, giving his heavy balls a gentle squeeze.

I lean back now, gazing at his exposed form appreciatively, my eyes lingering on the thick veins pulsating along his length. Then, with slowness, I begin to stroke him once more, working him toward another near climax.

I position myself between Dave's legs, his erect cock nestled against my clothed heat. A sly grin smeared across my face as I begin to grind against him in slow circles.

"Oh yes, just like that," I moan softly at the feeling of his hardness pressed against my sensitive folds through my panties. "You feel so good rubbing me like this, Davey."

Dave's eyes widen in surprise and arousal as my panties rub him. He squirms and strains against the ropes binding his wrists behind him, trying to push harder into my grinding hips.

"Don't fight it," I advise breathlessly, picking up speed as I grind his cock. "Just let yourself enjoy it. these tight little panties are all that separates you from being inside me…”

The friction is sending me wild, my clit throbbing in time with each roll of my hips.

I continue to grind against Dave's straining cock, the damp fabric of my panties providing just enough friction to send sparks of pleasure through us both in my increasingly urgent movements.

"I can feel how much you want this," I pant, my voice low and sultry. "How bad your cock needs to be inside me… Don't hold back, let go and fuck me with your hips."

Dave is shot on by my words and begins bucking his own hips, meeting my downward thrusts with upward pushes of his own. The combined motion has our bodies slamming together in a lewd, rhythmic dance.

"Yes, just like that!" I exclaim, my head thrown back in abandon. "Fuck, you feel so good..."

We continue dry humping furiously as I lean forward, nipping at Dave's earlobe and setting shivers down his spine.

"Poor thing, all tied up and unable to touch me," I tease, mockery oozing from my voice. "Just think how much better this would feel if you had your hands free to explore every inch of my body..."

I pastor my words with a harder roll of my hips against his, grinding my clit against his cock in a way that makes us both gasp. "Or you reaching down and slipping those big hands under my skirt… feeling the heat of my pussy through my soaked panties…”

Dave groans at the thought, his hips jerking in a weird rhythm as he chases the pleasure. "God, I wish I could," he admits, strained with lust. "I'd touch you everywhere, make you.. ah.. scream.."

I chuckle, enjoying the effect my words have on him. "Maybe later, when I decide to set you free," I reply with a wicked grin. "For now, just focus on my body."

I quicken my pace again, riding him with abandon, my juices soaking through the thin material of the underwear. Wet sounds of our frantic coupling fill the room, mingling with Dave's desperate moans and my own cries of pleasure.

"So close," he pants, his cock throbbing almost painfully against me. "I'm gonna…fuck, I'm gonna cum without even touching you."

"Go ahead then," I exhale. "Cum all over yourself like a good boy."

With one final moan, Dave's body tenses and then shakes. His cock pulses as he unleashes spurt after spurt of hot cum onto his stomach, wrists tugging at the ropes binding him.

"That's it, baby," I praise, still grinding up against him as he rides out his orgasm. "Give me every last drop. You look so sexy covered in your own cum."

As his spasms finally subside, I slow my movements to savor the feeling ofpleasure still rippling through us both. Finally, with a contented sigh, I lift myself off his spent cock.

"Now, let's clean you up and see about getting you untied," I tell him, flashing a playful smile.

Helping Dave to clean up, I move to stand beside him, brushing the tangled locks of his fiery hair away from his flushed face. I lean in and place a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, my lips curving in a warm, affectionate smile.

"There you go, all cleaned up and looking cute," I coo, my voice dripping with sweetness. "You did such a good job following directions and pleasing me. I'm so proud of you, baby."

Dave blushes at the praise, eyes sparkling with happiness, a hint of relief that the intense scene has finally ended. He reaches up to touch my cheek, his calloused fingers gentle against my skin.

"Thanks… baby," he says quietly, the nickname used by and reserved for a select few. "That was.a lot."

LORD HAVE MERCY

(This could be his face while you fuck each other)

if you want to see lars playing drums on a pillow today is your lucky day

I WROTE THAT REQUEST ABOUT JAMES EATING PUSSY AND NOW I’M THINKING OF BEING HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEARTS WITH HIM

like, imagine you’re both doing homework or studying or wtv, you’re parents are gone and you two end up making out, which leads to him having a boner cause he keeps thinking about THAT

and he’s super embarrased bc it has never happened before and ends up in being THE first time 😝‼️

ugh like come on man be my first bf please ☹️

AHH NO CUZ THE SECOND YOUR PARENTS WOULD LEAVE, HE WOULD BE ALLLL OVER YOU

he’d be so fucking cute as he presses kisses all over your face, telling you you’re so smart n pretty and how you’re gonna ace your exams and shit. after thanking him and returning a few kisses, you eventually tell him that you both have to get back to studying, which makes him groan in annoyance but he listens to you.

you were trying to help him memorize but he couldn’t care less about studying, so you made a compromise; whenever he answers a question right, you’ll kiss him. that quickly brought his attention forward, suddenly being able to answer everything with almost no hesitation.

when he answered the lengthy question, the one that he found most difficult, you were so happy, practically jumping on top of him to smother him with kisses while you tell him you’re so proud of him, making him laugh.

you feel something against your lower stomach, and when you shuffle on top of james to see what was pokin you, james let’s out a guttural moan, causing you both to snap your heads and face each other.

“shit, i’m sorry.” his face turns red as you get off of him, he looks at anywhere but you, embarrassed since this was the first time you caught him with a boner.

you were perched on your knees in front of him while he had himself rested on his arms, sitting up and not knowing what to do in a situation like this.

“does it hurt?” you whisper after a moment, your voice barely audible as you ask your question, worried that he might laugh at you.

instead, he shrugs and then nods. “a little.”

you feel your cheeks getting hotter as he keeps gazing at you, almost seeing what thoughts are going through his head. experimentally, you bring your hand towards him, placing it on his front before giving it a soft squeeze.

“is this okay?” you ask just to be sure.

“yes. yes more than okay.” he eagerly reassures you, watching you make your move.

you start to palm him, enjoying the faces and the little panting he was making. you had never gone this far before. the most you both had done was just making out, maybe james would rest his hand between your lower back and ass since he was a little shy, but this was new for the both of you.

the wetness in between your legs had started to become too much to ignore. “do you wanna…?” you shyly mumble, hoping he’d get the hint.

you sigh of relief when he nods excitedly, immediately leaning forward to take your lips into a kiss. without disconnecting the kiss, you both shimmied back so you would be resting against the pillows and he would be on top of you.

you tug on his shirt, which makes him quickly discard it somewhere on your bedroom floor, along with his jeans. he helps you get out of your pants and shirt, but he doesn’t get the chance to admire you when you put your arm around yourself, feeling super exposed.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he reminds you.

“no i want to.” you take a deep breath and then sit up, unhooking your bra and tossing it next to the other discarded clothing items. you frown at the sight of your panties, wishing you were wearing something sexier other than a purple one with a navy blue bow and lace on the hem, but it was too late to change.

“you’re so beautiful.” james sucks in a deep breath as he takes in the sight of you and all your naked glory. he leans down to connect your lips in a sloppy kiss, kissing down your jaw, neck, and eventually your breasts.

he takes off your underwear, rubbing the sides of your upper thighs when you’re finally fully undressed. he strokes himself a couple of times before lining his tip with your heat.

“you ready?” he asks and you confirm by nodding your head, bracing your arms on his shoulders. he slowly inserts himself inside of you, wincing at the faces your making. you feel him stretching you out, more pain then pleasure but when he starts to kiss your cheeks and lips, the pain sort of fades away.

“tell me when i can move.” he says wanting you to take your time. when most of the pain settles, you nod your head, giving him the okay to start moving. he starts to thrust inside of you, the pace slow, speeding up only when you’re okay with it.

“you’re so tight.” he shuts his eyes, eyebrows fusing together as his mouth forms an ‘o’ shape, letting out a breathy moan. “feels so good.” he whimpers

he starts to hit that sweet spot inside of you, making you squirm and clench around him repeatedly. his head drops against you shoulder, biting his lips to keep him from screaming, but you can still hear his sweet moans and cries.

“james, i think i’m gonna…oh god.” you cry as you orgasm, clenching around james as he stills inside of you when you try to close your legs.

with the new added slick between your legs from your cum and the faces and pretty little moans, this tipped james over the edge, cumming along with you as he mutters curse words under his breath. once you both settle down, he pulls out of you, making you wince from the sudden emptiness.

“are you okay?” he asks, swiping away the hair that got stuck to your forehead so he could place a kiss.

“uh huh,” is all you could mutter, snuggling close to his chest. “are you?”

“never been better.” he beams, loving the feeling of you being settled against him.

tell me why i wrote a whole ass novel??

the fact that im german and reading this. also, us modern germans are literally terrified to be identified as nazis for what happened literally 83 years ago. NOT ALL GERMANS WERE NAZIS.