#Pinnacle of Ecstasy

[senorboombastic]

Live Review: Poison Ruïn at Gullivers in Manchester 10 May 2023

Words: Andy Hughes There are certain outfits that, for one reason or another, you just assume you’ll never see live. We’re not talking the likes of Abba (who’ve given all of us a chance by sending their hologram selves out to graft for them), rather – in this instance – Philadelphia formed Poison Ruïn (note that metal umlaut), who formed in 2020 but sound like an unearthed gem from the…

[scorporia]

I love how some poison ruïn songs make me feel like I where in a church

[sluttycelestialgoddess]

If you give Sylus a Hunter...

Synopsis. Sylus has a lot of fun making you beg.

Pairings. Sylus x reader(MC)

Content. MDNI. edging, fem reader, praise, crying, mentions use of evol, pet names (kitten, sweetie, good girl, etc), AFTERCARE.

Word Count. 2.2k (damn... pretty good for my first story)

Author's Note. Thanks for reading my first story! Let me know what you think, and feel free to leave me requests! I wrote this while listening to 'Be Quiet and Drive' by Deftones. (also, did you like the title... I thought of 'when you give a mouse a cookie' and giggled to myself) xo, Z/Chaos

MDNI BEYOND THIS POINT.

Sylus had you right where he wanted you. His bed. Again. He looked down at you with his usual arrogant smirk as you whimpered and squirmed. His crimson eyes seemed to be lit with that internal glow they had sometimes when he was excited or wanted something. “Now, now, kitten. Spread those pretty thighs for me. You don’t want me to use my evol again, do you?” he purred sardonically, his left eye beginning to actually glow.

You were almost at your wits end. It had been an hour since he grabbed you out of the hallway of his hilariously (or should you say outrageously?) huge home you were attempting to get to know your way around and all but threw you onto his bed, using his evol to hold your hands above your head as he stripped you bare. He was insatiable. You’d been staying with him for four days at this point and already you’ve had more sex than you had in the last 2 years combined. Which, in the grand scheme of things, you guessed wasn’t much considering you dedicated all your time to becoming a Hunter for Linkon City after the rise of wanderer attacks, resulting in a gnarly dry spell… but his hunger for you was bordering on absurd. Even so, you had to ask yourself… Does he ever get tired?

In this hour that he’d had you at his mercy, he’d managed to edge you to the pinnacle of ecstasy no less than five times, never letting you reach that sweet release. You were a shaking, sobbing, whimpering mess, and he loved it. You were half in the mind to use one of the safe words he declared you use on the first night if you ever found yourself not being able to handle something. But your pride was like a gag, not letting your tongue form the word. “Feather”. How fitting, the smug bastard. 

“‘Feather’ will be to stop. You say that and everything stops. We do not continue. There will be no “break and then get back to it”. Saying that means you’re done for the night. So just be sure that’s the one you want to use,” he had told you. At the time you had giggled, thinking it was endearing, thinking back on it now, you wanted to kick him in the face. No way in hell were you uttering the word “feather” while a trembling, whimpering mess. If only you could actually move your legs to kick him, but nope. Useless appendages. 

You realized Sylus was still waiting for you to comply with his request. Finally having an ounce of control over your legs after they had become jelly sometime in the last 20 minutes, you shakily opened your legs to him, a whimper leaving your lips as the cool air in the room met your soaked lips. I could kick him now… but then he’d keep me like this all night. Fucker.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well,” he praised, not seeing your thoughts, steadily growing fond of the idea of smashing your foot to his face. You internally smiled at your mental picture, but really you were enjoying yourself all things considered. He leaned over to rub soothing circles over your thigh before running a long finger through your sensitive folds. “You remember your safe words, correct?” he asked with a grin and you nodded, glaring daggers. He chuckled and hummed at how wet you’d gotten, and he hadn’t even put his mouth on you. Looking up to watch your reaction, he slipped his finger in, curling slightly to caress over the spot that always made you gasp. You did, and he smiled at the pretty sound, feeling pride at how well he knew your body. However, he was beginning to think he was being just a tad cruel as he watched your eyebrows knit together and the pitiful whimpers run into each other as they exited your lush lips. 

“Oh baby, I know, I know… I’ll let you come soon. Such a good girl… you look fucking delicious right now,” he cooed as he eased a second finger inside you and coated his thumb in your wetness before rubbing circles over your throbbing clit. Goosebumps covered your skin and you whined, your hips bucking up of their own accord. “Mmm, such a needy kitten. Sweetie, I think you could take a couple more, hm?”

You whimpered out unintelligible curses at the remark and he chuckled. “Sylus… I really don’t know if I can,” you say, finally having found your voice in the string of muttered curses and whines. You clenched your eyes closed as he pressed harder on your clit and curled his fingers deeper. That blossoming warmth entered your tummy again. You fluttered around him and he groaned, wanting so badly to see you come apart, but needing it to be while he was inside you so you could milk him for everything he had. 

“Relax, you can handle it,” he chided with a tsk. “I’ve seen you take more than this, sweet girl. You’re stronger than you think. Tell me how badly you want to cum,” he groaned as you clenched harder around him. You were half scared he would pull back and deny you once again, but also half scared he wouldn’t and it would be over. He rubbed at your thighs, admiring how mouthwatering they were coated in your arousal. “Beg for it. Beg for me to let you cum.”

You felt the tears begin to sting the back of your eyes and you steeled yourself long enough to whisper through your moans, “Please, Sylus. Please let me cum, baby. I’ll do anything, just please…”

“Anything, hm?” he questioned, obvious interest in his tone as he leaned down and sucked lightly on your clit, replacing his thumb. You gasped as he rolled his tongue over the sensitive nub. Your legs shook fiercely and you cried out. Pulling back, fingers and all, he stood over you. The damn tease… His eyes never left yours as he deftly undid the buttons on his shirt, then his pants, rolling them both off and letting them pile on the floor. He leaned down and extended himself over you until your lips met in a passionate kiss. “If you’ll do anything, how about you stay true to your word by cumming around my cock?” he teased as he grabbed it and rubbed it through your slickness. 

“Yes, please,” you sighed against his lips, seeing this as him conceding as long as you came wrapped around him. His lips curved into a dangerous grin at your response, pushing inside with agonizing slowness. He groaned.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet, I don’t even need to work it in,” he moaned appreciatively as he drove into you with one powerful thrust, no longer able to torture you with slow pumps. Once he was fully seated, he kissed you tenderly as began to move, rubbing his pelvic bone over your clit with every thrust. You whimpered, feeling the tears fall from your clenched eyes as the warmth began to spread again.

Sylus smiled down at your beautiful face, eyes clenched tight with tears trailing down your cheeks. Perfect… She is so perfect. “So beautiful, baby. You’re trembling. You’re so close, aren’t you, pretty girl?” he rubbed your hair with one hand to soothe you and wiped at your tears with the other. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence, so you only answered him through an eager nod and whimpers. “Hm, I know, baby. Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” Sylus sped up, needing to see you lose yourself in pleasure. Lose yourself while clenched so tightly around him.

This was his favorite part, of course. After repeatedly bringing you to that edge, but pulling back before you could fall, you would always be so wound up that when the orgasm finally came, it would make you delirious with pleasure. He loved watching you as you finally crashed over the edge he kept you from and your face would contort in utter rapture, crying out his name and clenching so tight around him he’d have no choice but to follow you. He shook his head to focus on the present and ground against you to help you to reach what you’ve been begging him for. 

You whimpered as he gave his permission. You let go, no longer holding yourself back. The warmth in your tummy became an inferno as his thrusts became harder, rubbing your clit with his pelvis and the head of his cock jutting against that sweet spot inside you. You were so close. Just a little more pressure… “Please…” you begged on a needy sob. Sylus kissed you harder as he felt his own release building. He wrapped his arms around you to pull you up slightly in his arms, holding you so that you hovered over the bed as he pounded into you, holding you both up with his free hand on the mattress. The new angle had him going impossibly deeper, rubbing your clit against him with an intensity that finally pushed you over the boundary he had carefully pulled you from so many times. Your nails raked over his shoulders as you cried out. “Sylus! Yes!”

“That’s my good girl. Cum all over my cock. Fuck, you feel so good, baby… so tight,” he praised with a loud groan, rutting up into you as his own orgasm crashed over him. His grunts filled your ears, and it was his previous words coupled with them and his unrelenting ministrations that made your toes curl. Your body convulsed as wave after wave of pure bliss spiraled over your entire body. Your back arched into Sylus as his cum filled you, his thrusts not wavering as his body shook, ensuring he extended your pleasure as long as possible. 

Eventually, your cries subsided into soft, shuddering breaths as the tremors in your body slowly dissipated. Sylus sat back on his heels, holding you tightly the entire time you came down from your high, rubbing his hands down your back as you stayed wrapped around him. When your shaking stopped, he stood up from the bed. You stayed clutched to him as he walked to the washroom and started a bath. Sylus being Sylus, he added in his favorite epsom salts and relaxing bubble bath as the water filled up steadily. 

“My love, are you okay? I’ll hold you all night if you need, but I want to clean you up and take care of you. You did so well, but I know that had to be draining. Let me wash you then I’ll hold you so you can rest,” he whispered, rubbing his hands down your exposed ribs from where your arms were clasped like a restraint around his neck. He could feel your grip wavering and knew you were going to be out like a light as soon as your head laid down on his chest. You relented, loosening your grip in your legs around his waist as he wrapped his arm around your back and the other under your knees to lower you into the water. You sighed as you relaxed into it. 

“Just relax, I’ll take care of everything,” he said and kissed the top of your head. Methodically, he washed your body, almost like he was worshiping. He took care to be gentle around the sensitive junction of your thighs, kissing your shoulder when he lightly passed over it. He took a cup and filled it with water to run over your hair and began to wash it with his shampoo. She’s going to smell like me… he smiled to himself as he massaged your scalp. After washing it out, he combed through your hair with his fingers coated in conditioner. 

Sylus made sure to take extra good care of you after long sessions like the one today, diligently washing you, feeding you, massaging sore areas, or simply holding you so you know how much he loves you. After fully washing you and drying you off, he carried you back to the bed and laid you down among the mass of pillows and plushies you had “adopted” (as you put it). So beautiful... He smiled down at you, showing you all the love and tenderness he held in his heart for you. You smiled back sleepily and reached out for him to join you. He climbed in and gently pulled your head to his chest, rubbing his hand over your thigh in invitation for you to put it over his to rest. 

You snuggled into him as he kissed your head. “Thank you for taking care of me,” you whispered as you felt yourself beginning to drift off. Your speech slurred as sleep dragged you under. Sylus tightened his arms around you, his muscled chest hugging your cheek. 

“I will always take care of you, my love. You should know very well that I adore you. There is no love purer than mine. I love you, sweetie. Rest.”

[bullet-prooflove]

The Last Time: Jack Reacher x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @castle-of-ruin @baconeggndcheez @alishageorgia @hal3ynicol3

It’s past midnight and the stars are twinkling up in the sky as you and Reacher lie on a sleeping bag in the woodland near your house staring up on them. The trees rustle in the light breeze, the sounds of the forest a peaceful rendition.

Reacher’s fingers threaded through yours. The flames from the campfire illuminating his features, highlighting the freckles on his face. He’s more weather worn than you last time you saw him, his cheeks are grizzled, his skin a little more tan. He usually stops by every couple of months, shares your bed, walks your dog before he takes off again. He’s a nomad at heart, he always has been.

“This has to be the last time.” He says finally, swallowing hard against the well of emotion in his chest. “I can’t keep coming back here.”

You don’t say anything, not when he squeezes your hand just that little bit tighter or when he turns his head to survey your expression.

You know what the problem is.

Reacher is starting to settle.

His visits have been more frequent over the past year, he stays for longer, starts keeping things at your place. Nothing more than a couple of pairs of boxers and a t-shirt but they’re still there, still his. It’s the biggest commitment he’s made since retiring from the Army.

The man you first met arrived with only the clothes on his back, he didn’t need anything else and now he has a drawer in your dresser and his own mug in your cupboard.  

“Is that why you insisted we camp underneath the stars tonight?” You ask him quietly. “You wanted it to be special?”

“Something like that.” He tells you, his voice a little rough. The time you have together is incredibly meaningful to him, you’re the closest he’s been to another person in years which is why he has to let you go. He can’t afford to have any attachments, not with the way he attracts trouble.  

He rolls onto his side, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as he looks into your eyes.

“I want you to remember me.” He whispers, his lips brushing over yours. “Remember all the good we had together.”

He makes love to you that night, under the stars, the light of the campfire bathing your bare skin as he drives you to the pinnacle of release before he pulls you away again. He wants to keep you in freefall for as long as possible, to prolong the experience because Reacher, he isn’t ready for this to end, no matter what he tells you.

Your thighs clench around his hips, drawing him deeper. You can feel that climax building inside of you again, each wave washing over you, drowning you. Reacher’s hand comes to rest on your jaw, guiding your mouth back to his. He needs you to be immersed in him when you come, consumed completely because this is the memory he wants to leave you with, him loving you with everything he has.

He feels the exact moment the ecstasy hits you, you grip his dick so fucking tightly that you take him over the edge with you, his release spilling deep inside. He still doesn’t stop, he fucks it deeper, kissing you, touching you because Reacher, he’s not ready for it to be over, not yet.

“Jack…” You say quietly, your fingers threading through his hair as he buries his face into the curve of your throat.  “This doesn’t have to be goodbye.”

But it does because Reacher, he can’t the thought of losing you and that’s exactly what’s going to happen if he stays.

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[littlefireball]

WY|Shower S*x (F/M)

ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ x ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ|ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴏᴛ|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ᴡᴀʟʟ ꜱᴇx|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴀᴅ|ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 770~

"Wooyoung?" You heard the toilet door creak open and turned to see Wooyoung removing his clothes, a frown etched on his face.

"What's wrong, Wooyoung?" you asked, concerned. Without a word, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around your naked waist, resting his head on your shoulder. "Everything sucks" he whispered softly.

You gently stroked his head in response, offering him the comfort of your touch in the midst of his silent distress. He tenderly kissed your nape, savoring the droplets and softly caressing your skin. His hand slid down to your clit, gently tapping, silently seeking permission. "Can you give me that, Y/N?" You turned to him, meeting his lips in a tender kiss, guiding his hand to pleasure you.

Your lips met like a gentle breeze through petals, conveying a deep sense of love and tenderness that touched your souls like the softest thread, soothing the wounds in Wooyoung's heart. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, his warm chest pressing against your back.

The noise of the shower faded, leaving only the sounds of kisses and soft moans. This kiss was different, not fueled by lust, but by a mutual need for comfort. His kiss held unspoken emotions of sadness and longing, but your tenderness and love enveloped him, providing warmth and solace.

He swiftly turned you around, pressing your back against the wall, the water from the shower cascading over both of you. A soft moan escaped your lips as his lips met yours, his arm encircling your waist as he buried his head in the curve of your neck. His hardened length nestled between your thighs, teasing your entrance and igniting a fiery desire within you.

With no hesitation, and without breaking the passionate kiss, he entered you, the water aiding in the slickness of the intimate connection. Your body reacted with a mixture of pleasure and surprise, a whimper escaping your lips as you arched against him. He withdrew slightly, only to plunge back in with a forceful thrust, sending waves of ecstasy through you.

The symphony of skin meeting skin, the rush of water, and the intoxicating sounds of your shared desire filled the air. His lips left a trail of kisses from your lips to your jaw, down to your neck and collarbone, leaving behind a trail of crimson marks on your damp skin.

"I need more," he declared as he flipped you over once again, his words punctuated by the force of his entry. Your screams of pleasure filled the room as he pinned your hands above your head, his fingers intertwined with yours. There was no mercy in his thrusts, only raw passion and intensity.

Each thrust drove you to new heights of ecstasy, his every movement hitting that perfect spot deep within you. Your knees grew weak, your energy draining with each powerful motion.

Gone was the sadness and loss from before, replaced entirely by a primal desire. Your moans were like a symphony to his ears, stirring something deep within his soul. Your warmth enveloped him, bringing him a sense of peace and contentment. You were his everything, his perfect paradise.

"I'm cumming," he gasped, increasing his pace and gripping your waist tightly. His head fell back as he reached his peak, his loud moans filling the air. You felt a knot tighten in your stomach, your heart racing as you both reached the pinnacle of pleasure. As you climaxed together, his release mixed with your own, filling you completely and leaving a trail of ecstasy in its wake.

The sound of the shower ceased, leaving only the echo of your breathing in the bathroom. He moved forward twice before withdrawing. Leaning his head against the nape of your neck, he whispered, "Thank you, babe... I don't deserve you..." "Why do you say that?" You turned to face him, gently cupping his face, and met his red eyes that seemed to have shed tears for hours.

"You're amazing, you know? You did so well. I'm always proud of you." Those simple words touched him deeply. He embraced you tightly, resting his head on your chest like a child seeking comfort. "Let's clean up and cuddle, okay?" You said softly, and he nodded in agreement.

He slowly drifted off to sleep in your arms, feeling all his worries melt away in that moment. Having you by his side was his greatest joy.

[onlybunss]

Thats What Friends Are For..(M)

Pairing~ Bestfriend!jungkook x Bestfriend!oc

Warnings~ dom!jk, sub!o/c, pet names, Riding, oral(f receving,m giving), whore kink, degrading kink, edging, orgasm denial, creampie,caught fucking,Missionary

A/N: The o/c finds out her bf is cheating on her so she asks jungkook for help...to make him regret ever cheating on her

Second part: Morning Confessions

"Koo fuck.." she moaned as her body arched in pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, leaving her breathless and wanting more. The sensation of his tongue flicking against her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine, and her mind was clouded with pure ecstasy. Every touch, every movement, drove her closer to the edge of bliss. As she reached the peak of pleasure, her entire body trembled with desire, lost in the euphoria of the moment. "Koo, I'm gonna cum!" she gasped, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and satisfaction. "You cum when I tell you to, you filthy whore," he growled, his voice low and commanding. The anticipation of his control over her pleasure only heightened her desire, making the moment even more intense. All of a sudden, he abruptly stopped, leaving her on the brink of release, her body aching for more. The anticipation of what was to come next sent shivers down her spine, intensifying the pleasure even further. "Ride me," he commanded, his voice a husky whisper that sent a thrill through her. She eagerly obeyed, eager for her release, the anticipation of what was to come driving her wild with desire. As she moved on top of him, the feeling of his hands on her hips guiding her movements only added to the intensity of the moment. With each thrust, she felt herself getting closer and closer to the peak of pleasure, the anticipation making it all the more exhilarating. "You feel so fucking good, baby," Jungkook groaned. His words fueled her desire even more. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping and their combined moans, creating a symphony of ecstasy that neither of them wanted to end. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and lust that seemed to consume them both. Jungkook's eyes locked with hers, enjoying how his dick went in and out of her, her face scrunched up in pleasure while moaning his name. He felt a surge of possessiveness and pride, knowing he was the one bringing her to such heights of pleasure. Jungkook suddenly flipped her over, taking control and setting a faster pace as they both chased their climax. With each thrust, the intensity between them grew, pushing them closer to the edge of pure bliss. Their connection deepened as they lost themselves in the raw passion of the moment. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..baby, you feel too good…" "Fuck, Koo, cum inside me, please fill me up," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Shit..gonna breed your pussy.." Jungkook moaned against her ear. With one final thrust, Jungkook complied, releasing himself inside her as they both reached the pinnacle of pleasure together. The intensity of their connection left them breathless, lost in the euphoria of their shared climax. Jungkook laughed a little and said "You think he saw everything" , causing her to giggle in response. "I hope he did.." Their laughter filled the room as they lay intertwined, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Jungkook pulled her closer, whispering, "You think he's reggreting cheating on you." "No, but at least he saw you fuck me like he never could." "Thank you for helping me get back at his ass " she whispered, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Jungkook smiled, his eyes filled with adoration, as he held her close. "No problem that's what friends are for ."

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Not now, kitten

Written for @astrangersummer week 13

Words: 972

Prompt: Cat

Relationship: Steve/Eddie

Rated: E

Tags: Explicit sexual content; Fluff; Humor; Awkward sexual situations; Cat dads Steddie

“Pretty thing,” Eddie purrs. His breath tickles the tip of Steve’s cock, overly sensitive and slick with spit and precome. “God, I love when you're like that. You enjoying yourself, honey?” 

Steve hums his approval, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back, eyes closed in bliss. The movement is slow and lazy, and it makes Eddie’s fingers drag along that sweet spot deep inside, the one that makes fireworks explode at the base of his spine and patterns of light dance in the darkness behind his eyelids. Eddie chuckles and presses a kiss to the underside of his cock, just below the slit. 

Somebody mewls. 

Eddie laughs, low and pleased. “Love the sounds you make for me, sweetheart.” 

Steve's eyes fly open. Because, see, that wasn't him. 

A pair of big, neon green eyes stares back at him. They glow in the moonlight falling in through the curtains. 

“Eddie…” says Steve. 

Between his legs, Eddie moans. “That's right, baby, say my name.” 

Steve groans, kicking at his back with his heels. 

“No, dumbass, stop it. We've got company.” 

Eddie flinches, fingers bumping Steve’s prostrate. Steve hisses. 

“Oh hey, buddy,” Eddie coos. “What are you doing here?” 

“Mrrrp,” say the eyes. 

Eddie smiles, full of gooey fondness, then turns his attention back to Steve with a wrinkled brow. 

“All that drama just because of the cat, Stevie? You had me afraid it was Buckley again. I mean, I get why you'd want her to have a spare key, but she really needs to learn how to knock if she doesn't wanna see things, especially after-” 

“Excuse me?” Steve snaps. Eddie’s rant barrels to a confused stop. “What do you mean, just because of the cat? This isn't- … You don't- … I can't do this with him staring at me like that.” 

Steve feels Eddie shrug more than he sees it. Having a guy's fingers knuckle-deep up your ass will do that, he guesses. 

“Just leave him, he'll wander off in a minute.” 

“Alfie,” Steve says. “Go away.” 

The tiny gray cat tilts its head at him. “Mrrrewl,” it says. 

Steve groans. “Couldn't follow directions if your life depended on it, huh?” 

“That's because he's a cat, not a dog,” Eddie says, lazily propping his chin up on Steve’s thigh. “They're free spirits. Also, that isn't even his name. Gandalf?” 

The kitten's ears flick. Eddie shoots Steve an obnoxious grin and clears his throat importantly. 

“Take thine leave. My love does not wish for thou to behold him at the pinnacle of his ecstasy.” 

“What the- the pineapple of what?” Steve squawks. 

Gandalf purrs and starts licking his paw. 

“Gandalf, c’mon,” Eddie pleads. “I had a good thing going here.” 

Gandalf gives him an unimpressed side glance, using the wet paw to wash his ear. 

“I told you we should've named him Mittens,” Steve says. “I'd also refuse to answer to that, if I were him.” 

Eddie grumbles something unintelligible under his breath. 

“Ignore him,” he then mumbles, kissing the inside of Steve’s thigh and curling his fingers just so. Steve gasps, eyes fluttering shut without his own conscious doing. “He'll get bored and leave. All you need to focus on right now is this …” 

Steve tries, he really does. Tries to focus on the feeling of Eddie’s fingers scissoring him open, the feeling of Eddie’s tongue teasing at his entrance, the hot, tight sensation pooling at the base of his spine. 

“That's it, baby,” Eddie praises, and adds another finger. Steve gasps, eyes snapping open. 

“Mrrrow,” says Gandalf, inches from his face. 

“Eddie,” Steve whines. 

Eddie sighs, forehead thunking against the mattress. 

“Alright,” he relents, shuffling off the bed and scooping the confused kitten up in his arms. “C'mon, Mitt-randir. You heard your mom, time for you to go.” 

Steve leans against the headboard, gathering the sheets around himself, and watches how Eddie gently deposits Gandalf outside the door. 

“You know,” he says, once it has clicked shut and Eddie has joined him again. Eddie lifts one arm and Steve eagerly slots into the space. “I've been thinking. Maybe we should get a second cat.” 

“What, really?” Eddie chuckles, kissing the top of his head. “Says the guy who didn't even wanna get this one? What're you hoping to achieve, get double cock-blocked?” 

“Shut up, he's grown on me,” Steve grouses. “And maybe … I dunno, I thought that, if he had a friend, he'd be less bored.” 

Eddie gives a thoughtful hum. 

“Sound reasoning, good sir,” he then admits. “I can talk to Wayne, if you wanna. Someone at the trailer park is bound to have kittens at this time of year.” 

“Cool,” Steve says, tracing the black lines of Eddie’s tattoos with his fingers. “Can I name this one? Since it was my idea and all?”

Eddie sighs, burying his face in Steve’s hair. “That's fair, I guess. What noble name do you have in mind for Gandalf's future companion? Socks? Whiskers? Mr Tiddles?” 

“Nah,” Steve smiles. “It thought it would be cool if we got a little brown tabby. Name him Radagast.” 

Eddie goes still. He goes so still, Steve’s afraid he's somehow fallen asleep mid-conversation. Then, he sits up. His eyes are large and bright in the dark room.

“What did you just say?” 

Steve's smile widens. 

“I said-” he starts, but that's as far as he gets before Eddie grabs his face in both hands and crashes their lips together. 

“I love you,” Eddie says when they finally part for breath, leaning their foreheads together, fingers playing with the hair at the base of Steve’s neck. “Have I told you that?” 

“Well,” Steve hums in mock-thought, pulling him in for a brief, open-mouthed kiss before he begins to guide him down towards his spread thighs. “I believe you were about to show me.”

[zweigsangel]

i was listening to this song earlier and this idea popped in my mind!!

pairing: matt sturniolo x gf!reader

summary: what the title of the song says.

warnings: 18+, smut, riding, p in v, unprotected sex.

the sturniolos had turned 21. so, on the evening of august 1st, they threw a little party, inviting only their closest friends. naturally, you were there too, as matt's girlfriend.

after the candles were blown out and the gifts were unwrapped, the evening started to wind down. one by one, everyone began to leave.

“y’know, i have another gift for you.” you whispered in matt’s ear. he looked at you with curiosity. “oh yeah? and what would that be?”

and that's how you found yourselves on his bed, his head resting against the headboard, mouth slightly open and eyes closed. his hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your skin, leaving the imprint of his touch as you moved above him. each bounce sent waves of pleasure through both of you, his cock filling and stretching you completely.

his muffled moans and whimpers filled the room, blending with the sound of your bodies slamming together. his hips thrust upwards to meet your movements, matching your rhythm perfectly. “look at me,” you murmured through a soft moan, your hands clutching his shoulders for stability as you rode him, the sensation of his hard muscles grounding you. his eyes fluttered open, revealing deep blue pools clouded with pleasure and desire. they locked onto yours and roved over you, taking in every detail from the way your hair fell around your face, to the rise and fall of your tits, down to the point where your bodies were joined, your core enveloping him deliciously.

“so tight. fuck — yes, jus’ like that,” he stammered, his voice rough with need. his chest heaved with each ragged breath.

“i’m so close,” matt whispered, his voice breaking. his hands guided your hips with a firm grip. up and down, up and down. you felt your walls tightening around him, signaling that you were just as close to the peak as he was.

you leaned forward, resting your head in the crook of his neck. the soft, breathy moans escaping your lips against his skin caused a shiver to run down his spine. the heat of your breath, the closeness of your bodies, the mingling of your scents — it all heightened the intimacy of the moment.

with a final, powerful thrust, you reached the pinnacle of pleasure. your hips slowed, following the rhythm of matt’s release as he filled you up completely. waves of ecstasy washed over you both, your bodies trembling in unison. the room was filled with the sound of your breaths, heavy and satisfied. for a moment, you both stayed still in silence, your hearts beating in sync.

“happy birthday baby.”

[miguelswifey04]

i can imagine that reader would wear one of miguel’s shirts with like nothing under the shirt not even panties and he comes home seeing you like that but you can do the rest 😁

hehehe thank you for the idea :3

miguel o’hara x gn! reader

cw// nsfw 18+, smut; no plot, basically sex LOL

miguel steps through the door, his tired muscles aching from a long day of crime-fighting. as he looks up, he sees you standing there, wearing one of his shirts that drapes loosely over your body. the sight immediately captivates him, his eyes scanning your figure.

with each step he takes, his desire intensifies, his heart racing in his chest. you can see the hunger in his eyes, the way he licks his lips, unable to tear his gaze away from your exposed form. the air becomes thick with anticipation as he makes his way towards you.

ge reaches out, his large hands encircling your waist, pulling you in close. feeling the warmth of your body against his, he lets out a low growl. "oh darling you know how to drive me crazy," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

his lips find yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue hungrily exploring your mouth. the taste of each other only fuels the fire that burns between you. miguel's hands roam over your bare skin, gripping your hips possessively, as his hardness presses against you. the feeling of his aroused state against your thigh sends shivers of pleasure down your spine.

with a sudden surge of strength, miguel lifts you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he carries you to the nearest surface, whether it be a countertop or a sturdy table, and gently places you down. his hands wander beneath the shirt, caressing your bare skin, igniting every nerve ending in your body.

the fabric of miguel's suit rubs against your intimate areas, adding to the heightened sensations that course through you. he leans in to kiss your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin as his teeth graze against it. with one hand supporting himself, he uses the other to tease and explore your sensitive spots.

as his fingers make their way between your thighs, you feel a surge of pleasure, your body reacting with fervor to his touch. miguel's skilled fingers delve into your wetness, exploring every inch, stroking and circling your sensitive nub. the pleasure becomes overwhelming, your moans filling the air as his touch drives you closer and closer to the edge.

with a low, primal growl, miguel positions himself at your entrance, his throbbing member pressing against you. slowly, he enters you, inch by inch, stretching and filling you with his size and power. the sensations are primal and intense, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

miguel begins to move, setting a rhythm that is both demanding and satisfying. the sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with your moans of pleasure, fills the room. the pleasure builds within you, an electrifying tension that threatens to consume you completely.

in a final surge of passion, both of you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. the world around you fades into oblivion as pleasure engulfs your senses. miguel's grip on your body tightens as he releases himself with a loud groan, his warmth filling you. your bodies tremble and quiver together, riding the waves of pleasure until they subside.

as you come down from the euphoria, miguel collapses beside you, his breath heavy and labored. he pulls you into his arms, holding you close, feeling the rise and fall of your chest against his. "my love, you always know how to make me forget the world," he whispers, his voice filled with contentment. you lay there together, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion, completely spent and tangled in each other's embrace.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi @sabcandoit @meeom

[lila-lou]

✨ His only exception - Pt. 14/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language

Word Count: 5400

A/N: This is part 14 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Ben pulled down your shorts and panties, his hands gentle yet determined, he paused to admire the sight before him. "Such a pretty pussy", he murmured appreciatively.

As he began to kiss your soft folds, his lips moving slowly up and down, you couldn't help but arch your back, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Ben", you gasped, your voice trembling with need, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation coursing through your body.

"You taste so fucking sweet", he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and enticing. Each movement of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you, and you couldn't help but let out a low moan of satisfaction.

As Ben's lips trailed down your body, he gently removed your shorts and panties. With precision and intent, he pressed soft kisses along the tender skin of your inner thighs, moving closer to your throbbing center.

His tongue dipped between your folds, tracing slow, deliberate circles around your clit. He teased the sensitive bud with gentle flicks and licks, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. With each pass of his tongue, he applied just the right amount of pressure, driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

His lips closed around your clit, sucking gently as his tongue continued its relentless assault. He alternated between swirling and sucking, coaxing soft moans of pleasure from your lips. His movements were rhythmic and methodical, building the tension within you.

You arched your back, your hands clutching at the sheets as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. His touch was both tender and commanding, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to send you spiraling into bliss.

"You taste so fucking good, sweetheart", he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "I could do this all night".

His words sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine, amplifying the sensations coursing through your body. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your sensitive skin as he continued to eat you out.

You moaned softly in response. With each passing moment, you felt yourself drawing closer and closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy, your body trembling with anticipation.

He sucked on your clit hard, the sensation was so intense that your stomach muscles clenched, not sure if they were in for pleasure or an unexpected workout. “Whoa, easy tiger”, you chuckled.

Ben paused for a moment, his lips still tantalizingly close to your sensitive skin as he flashed you a mischievous grin. "What's the matter, can't handle a little extra suction?", he teased, his tone playful yet wicked.

You couldn't help but laugh, despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. "Oh, I can handle it", you shot back, a hint of challenge in your voice. "But I might need to schedule a massage for my stomach muscles afterwards".

Ben's grin widened at your response, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Consider it part of the service", he quipped before diving back in.

"Alright, alright, you win", you chuckled, unable to withstand the intensity any longer. You gently tugged on Ben's hair, signaling for him to ease up a bit.

Ben lifted his head, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he met your gaze. "Had enough, huh?", he teased.

You nodded, still laughing softly. "Yeah, just give me a moment to catch my breath", you replied.

Ben grinned mischievously as he made his way back up to your lips, he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Why don't you taste yourself, sweetheart?", he suggested, his voice low and suggestive. "See just how fucking good you are".

You couldn't help but blush at his bold suggestion, but the anticipation of his kiss mixed with the lingering taste of yourself was undeniably arousing. With a shy smile, you leaned forward, meeting his lips halfway as you both savored the intoxicating blend of desire and pleasure.

As Ben's tongue delved deeper into the kiss, his movements growing more fervent, you felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection pressing against your pussy through his sweatpants. Despite the tantalizing sensation, you knew you were too sore for anything more tonight, and apparently, so did he.

Breaking the kiss, you met his gaze with a mixture of desire and restraint. "I think we both know what I want", you murmured, "but I don't think I can handle it tonight".

"I won't push you", he replied, his tone gentle yet tinged with longing. "But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the view".

With a smirk, he leaned back slightly, his gaze wandering over your flushed skin with undisguised desire. "And what a view it is".

You couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious under Ben's intense gaze, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you instinctively hid your face.

Ben chuckled, the sound low and amused. "Aw, don't be shy now. You've got nothing to hide, doll. Trust me, I've seen it all".

Despite your embarrassment, his playful tone eased some of the tension, and you couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh.

"You know", he began, his voice laced with amusement, "you're not half bad for a first-timer. Maybe I should give you a gold star or something".

You nudged him with your elbow. "Oh, please", you retorted, rolling your eyes. "I think I can do without the gold star".

Ben chuckled, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “You’re something else, you know that?”, he said, his tone warm.

You smiled playfully, feeling bold in the moment. "So, does that mean you can make another exception and let me sleep in your bed tonight, cuddling?", you asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

Ben's expression shifted, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features before he replied, "I don't cuddle with anyone, you know that".

You leaned in closer, your tone softening as you looked into his eyes. "But you've made exceptions for me before", you pointed out, hoping to persuade him.

Ben hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching yours before he relented with a small sigh. "Alright, but just for tonight", he conceded.

You grinned triumphantly, feeling a surge of warmth at his concession. "Deal", you replied.

You snuggled closer to Ben, pressing yourself against his side with one arm draped over his stomach and your face nestled against his chest. “You know, it’s kind of hot how your biceps could crush me within seconds”, you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Ben chuckled softly, his chest vibrating beneath you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Careful, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to accidentally get crushed”.

His eyes sparkling with amusement. "But hey, if you're into that kind of thing, I could give it a try", he teased while he lightly flexed his arm.

You laughed, shaking your head at his antics. "I think I'll pass on the crushing for now", you replied, unable to suppress a smile.

Ben chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. "Your loss", he teased, giving you a gentle squeeze with his arm.

As you traced gentle patterns on Ben's chest, the atmosphere between you felt oddly intimate, prompting you to broach a delicate topic.

"Hey, Ben", you began softly, "were you and Crimson Countess really together, or was it just for show?".

His gaze meeting yours with a mix of emotions. "Yeah, we were", he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "At least, I thought we were. But she let me down, betrayed me to Stan Edgar".

You felt a pang of sympathy for Ben, realizing that the situation with Crimson Countess had likely left him feeling hurt and betrayed. It also confirmed your suspicion that his previous relationships had been far from ideal.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity as you asked, "Did you love her?".

Ben's expression darkened at the mention of love, his jaw tensing visibly. "Love?", he scoffed bitterly. "Yeah, I thought I did. But turns out, she was just another conniving bitch looking out for herself".

As you felt Ben tense even more underneath you, you hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "I… I'm sorry", you murmured, your voice soft with sympathy.

Ben sighed heavily, his gaze distant as he spoke. "It's fine", he replied, his tone guarded. "I just… I wanted things with her. Wanted a family, kids, all that stuff".

His admission took you by surprise. Despite his tough exterior, it was clear that he had his own hopes and dreams, just like anyone else.

Ben's mood shifted suddenly, his vulnerability giving way to a familiar defensive stance. "Cut that pussy feeling shit", he snapped, his tone harsher than before.

Taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, you recoiled slightly, feeling the sting of his words. "I… I didn't mean to upset you", you stammered, unsure of how to react.

Ben's expression softened slightly. "Forget it", he muttered, his voice softer now but still tinged with irritation. "Let's just… drop it".

Ben's grip tightened slightly around you as he spoke, his voice tinged with a mixture of bitterness and resignation. "She's dead anyway", he muttered. "And even if she wasn't, she's probably past her prime for popping out kids".

"I´m sorry", you mumbled.

Ben's hand moved to give your ass a light slap before he pulled you even tighter against himself. "Alright, enough of that", he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Time to sleep now. We're not discussing this any further".

You nodded silently, sensing his need for distance from the topic. "Can you hold me closer? I'm cold".

Ben sighed slightly, a hint of annoyance in his tone, but he obliged nonetheless. He turned more towards you, facing you directly, and pulled you closer so that your face was pressed against his chest, and he could wrap both arms around you. As he adjusted, he couldn't help but groan softly. "You've got a lot of fucking requests", he muttered, his voice laced with amusement despite the irritation.

You chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of his chest against your cheek. "I just want some nuclear warmth from your chest", you replied, half-jokingly. Ben smirked, his arms tightening around you.

"Oh, I can give you the full dose sweetheart", he teased. "Then you definitely wouldn't be cold anymore".

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, but then I'd also be toast", you quipped.

Ben's fingers brushed lightly over your back, tracing lazy circles as he continued to tease you.

"Ah, but what a way to go, eh?", he joked, his tone playful as he leaned in closer to you. You couldn't help but smile.

"I suppose there are worse ways", you replied, leaning into his touch. With a soft chuckle, Ben pulled you even closer, his fingers still dancing over your skin. "Just remember, you asked for it".

Ben leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, eliciting a soft moan from you. He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mischievous glint.

"Careful with those noises, sweetheart", he whispered huskily, his breath warm against your skin. "Make them again, and I might just forget about your soreness and fuck you stupid".

You chuckled nervously at his words, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks. "Noted", you replied, trying to hide the excitement that stirred within you at the thought.

Ben leaned in to peck your lips one more time before pulling you close and closing his eyes. A rare sense of contentment washed over him as he held you in his arms, his heart swelling with an unfamiliar warmth.

In that moment, he allowed himself to forget about the chaos of their world. All that mattered was the comforting weight of you against him, the soft rhythm of your breaths lulling him into a sense of peace he hadn't felt in a long time.

As sleep began to claim him, Ben tightened his hold on you, silently grateful for this moment of quiet amidst the storm. And as he drifted off, he couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was more to this connection than he had ever dared to admit.

The next morning arrived with a gentle glow filtering through the curtains, casting a soft light over the room. As Ben stirred, he slowly became aware of your presence, still peacefully asleep beside him. He watched you for a moment, not wanting to disturb your rest.

Carefully, Ben eased himself out of bed, making sure not to jostle you. He moved with practiced precision, his movements silent as he retrieved his clothes from the floor. With a lingering glance in your direction, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of reluctance at the thought of leaving you behind.

As he dressed, Ben’s gaze softened as he watched you sleep, a sense of protectiveness swelling within him. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face, his touch gentle as he leaned down to press a fleeting kiss to your forehead.

It wasn't until you heard the rustle of his belt that you woke up.

You held out your hand, still half-asleep, with your eyes closed. “Can’t you just stay in bed with me a little longer?”, you mumbled, your voice laced with sleepiness.

Ben glanced over at you with a smirk, shaking his head in amusement. “As tempting as that sounds, sweetheart, duty calls”, he replied. “Besides, I can’t have you getting too attached now, can I?”.

You huffed playfully, opening your eyes to shoot him a mock glare. “Who said anything about getting attached?”, you retorted, your tone equally teasing.

With a chuckle, Ben finished adjusting his suit and leaned down to press another quick kiss to your forehead. “Just making sure, doll”, he replied, his smirk widening.

You watched as Ben straightened up, ready to head out for his mission. "Stay safe out there", you said, genuine concern in your voice as you reached out to touch his arm.

Ben flashed you a cocky grin, his smirk never far from his lips. "Don't worry about me, sweetheart. I can handle myself".

Rolling your eyes at his typical bravado, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. "I'm serious, Ben. Just be careful", you insisted, your voice soft but firm.

With a shrug, Ben waved off your concern. "Relax, I've been in tougher spots than this", he quipped. "I'll be back before you know it".

You watched him go, a mixture of worry and frustration bubbling inside you. As much as you wanted to believe his confident facade, there was always a lingering sense of uncertainty when it came to Ben.

As the day unfolded, you found yourself alone with Frenchie, the rest of the team having departed for their mission in Europe. When Frenchie called out that dinner was ready in the evening, you welcomed the opportunity to break the silence.

"Hey, dinner's served. Come on over", Frenchie called from the kitchen, his voice echoing through the empty hallway.

"Thanks, Frenchie. I'll be right there", you replied, mustering a small smile as you made your way to the dining area.

Taking a seat at the table, you exchanged a knowing glance with Frenchie, silently acknowledging the absence of the others. Despite the quietude, there was a sense of comfort in the familiarity of each other's company.

"How are you holding up?", Frenchie asked softly, his tone filled with empathy as he met your gaze.

You sighed, grateful for the chance to share your thoughts. "I'm okay", you replied honestly, taking solace in the presence of a friend. "Just adjusting to the quiet".

Frenchie’s gaze was gentle as he spoke, his concern evident in his voice. “So, how are things with you and Soldier Boy? Seems like you two are getting along again”, he remarked, his tone careful.

You couldn’t help but smile at Frenchie’s observation. “Yeah, we’re… figuring things out”, you replied, choosing your words carefully.

Frenchie’s curiosity was piqued, evident in the furrow of his brow as he leaned in slightly. “Figuring things out, huh? Care to elaborate?”, he asked.

You shrugged nonchalantly, trying to brush off his inquiry. “Oh, you know, just navigating the usual ups and downs”, you replied vaguely, hoping to steer the conversation away from the topic.

But Frenchie wasn’t easily deterred, his curiosity only growing. “Come on, spill the beans. You two seemed pretty cozy lately”, he pressed, a playful glint in his eyes.

Your nerves fluttered as Frenchie persisted, his playful demeanor making it difficult to evade his questions. "Well, let's just say we're both a work in progress".

But Frenchie wasn't fooled. "Uh-huh, I see", he replied, his tone teasing. "By the way, I heard some pretty intense noises coming from Soldier Boy's room the other day", he said, his eyebrows raised suggestively. "Definitely sounded like they were coming from you".

Your cheeks flushed crimson as you struggled to come up with a response, feeling utterly exposed under Frenchie's knowing gaze.

You stammered, your mind racing for a plausible explanation. "Oh, um, we were just… uh, training!", you blurted out, your voice sounding far too loud in the suddenly tense atmosphere.

Frenchie arched an eyebrow. "Training, huh? Sounds like quite the workout", he replied, his tone laced with amusement.

You laughed, attempting to downplay the situation. "Yeah, you know how intense our training sessions can get", you said, hoping he would buy your flimsy excuse.

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say", he replied.

Frenchie's expression grew serious as he leaned in closer, his tone low and earnest. "Listen, just be careful around Soldier Boy, okay? He's not exactly known for playing by the rules", he warned, his concern evident in his voice.

"I'll keep that in mind".

With a reassuring smile, Frenchie patted your hand gently before returning his attention to his meal. But you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of your mind.

"Hey, Frenchie, could you… keep this between us? I don't want anyone else getting the wrong idea", you requested.

Frenchie chuckled softly, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Your secret's safe with me, but I can't promise I won't enjoy teasing you about it".

You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a smile at his teasing. "Thanks, Frenchie. I owe you one", you said gratefully.

With a grin, Frenchie raised his glass in a mock toast. "To secrets and silent agreements", he quipped before taking a sip of his drink, the tension easing between you.

You groaned as your phone buzzed, rudely jolting you awake in the middle of the night. With bleary eyes, you glanced at the caller ID and saw Ben´s name flashing on the screen. Rolling your eyes, you begrudgingly answered the call, already bracing yourself for whatever nonsense he was about to spew.

"What do you want?", you grumbled, your voice laced with irritation as you answered the call.

Ben chuckled on the other end of the line. "Well, well, well, look who's got an attitude", he teased. "Didn't anyone ever teach you how to answer the phone properly?".

You sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly. "Do you have any idea what time it is?", you groaned softly, your exhaustion evident in your voice as you leaned back against your pillow.

As he lounged on his balcony in Spain, the heat from your tired moan sent a jolt of arousal through Ben's body, his cock stirring with desire. "Mmm, sounds like someone's a little cranky", his smirk audible even over the phone. "Guess I'll have to come tuck you in and kiss you goodnight, sweetheart".

You chuckled tiredly. "Oh, I'm sure you'd love that, wouldn't you? But I think I'll pass"

"Ah, playing hard to get, are we? I like a challenge", he remarked, his tone teasing but with an underlying desire.

You leaned in closer to the phone, your curiosity piqued. “How’s shit going over there?”, you asked, eager for any updates from Ben.

Ben’s voice crackled through the line, filled with a sense of anticipation. “We’ve got a lead on that fucker”, he replied, his tone tinged with excitement. “We’re gearing up to go in about an hour”.

“Watch your back out there”, you said softly, a note of concern creeping into your voice.

Ben chuckled on the other end of the line, his voice tinged with amusement. “Ah, don’t worry your pretty little head about me, sweetheart”, he replied. “I’ve handled worse cocksucker than Homelander”.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his bravado, though a part of you appreciated his attempt to brush off your concerns. “Just promise me you’ll be careful”, you insisted, unable to shake the feeling of unease.

Ben’s tone softened slightly, though the edge of cockiness remained. “Always am, doll”.

You sighed, a hint of exasperation in your voice. "Cut the sarcasm, Ben. This isn't a joke", you chided.

Ben's amusement was palpable even from miles away. "Alright, alright, no need to get your panties in a twist", he replied, his voice laced with humor. "Speaking of which, are you naked right now? Trying to distract me with some late-night phone sex?".

"Seriously, Ben? We're talking about a dangerous mission here", you retorted, your frustration growing.

But Ben just chuckled, unfazed by your scolding. "Relax, sweetheart. I'll be fine", he reassured you.

You rolled your eyes. "Try taking this seriously for once, Soldier Boy", you snapped back, irritation creeping into your voice.

"Relax, babe. I'll handle it", he replied, his cockiness grating on your nerves.

"Yeah, because your ego is the size of Texas", you muttered under your breath.

“You know you love my confidence, sweetheart”.

You couldn’t help but shake your head at his arrogance. “I tolerate it, at best”, you retorted, unable to resist poking fun at him.

“Ah, but you tolerate it so well”, Ben quipped, his tone playful despite the serious topic at hand.

Rolling your eyes, you decided to steer the conversation back to the matter at hand. “Fine, Soldier Boy. But don’t forget, while you’re out there playing hero, I’ll be here keeping an eye on things”, you said, trying to sound more serious this time.

Ben’s demeanor shifted slightly, a hint of concern creeping into his voice. “Actually, keep an eye out for Vought”, he said, his tone becoming more solemn. “I’ve got a bad feeling they’re planning something big”.

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern at his warning. “Vought? What could they possibly be up to now?”, you mused aloud, the unease in your stomach growing.

“Who knows”. Ben replied with a sigh.

As Ben let out a sigh, a faint voice called out for him in the background. “Soldier Boy! We’re moving out in five!”.

Ben’s irritation was palpable as he glanced away from the phone, clearly annoyed at the interruption. “Damn it”, he muttered under his breath, shooting a frustrated glance towards where the voice came from.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his predicament. “Looks like duty calls, Soldier Boy”.

"Yeah, yeah, duty calls", he grumbled.

"Just make sure you don't trip over your own ego on the way out".

Ben chuckled, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "I'll do my best", he replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

Before you could say anything else, Ben's voice turned serious again. "Listen, I'll be out of touch for a while, but I want you to do something for me", he said, his tone sincere.

Your heart skipped a beat, sensing the gravity of his words. "Of course, Ben. What is it?".

There was a pause before he spoke again, his voice low and intense. "I want you to touch yourself every night until I'm back. Got it? Keep yourself satisfied for me".

Your cheeks flushed but still you rolled your eyes. Was he able to remain serious about this topic in particular?

Still you couldn't deny the thrill that shot through you at his words. "I can do that", you mumbled.

"Good", Ben said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'll be back in two weeks. Until then, take care of yourself, sweetheart".

And with that, the line went dead, leaving you with a mix of emotions and a promise to keep until Ben returned.

With a sigh, you set the phone down beside you, a part of you was still worried about his safety on the mission.

But deciding there was nothing more you could do for now, you snuggled back into your blankets, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling at your eyelids. Closing your eyes, you let out a long exhale, willing yourself to push aside your concerns and drift back into the embrace of sleep.

As you settled into a comfortable position, thoughts of Ben and the mission gradually faded into the background, replaced by the gentle lull of darkness and dreams. And as sleep claimed you once more, you couldn't help but cling to the hope that Ben would return safely, ready to pick up right where you left off.

A week passed with no word from Ben, leaving you restless and anxious. Frenchie, sensing your mood, decided to take matters into his own hands. "Alright, enough sulking, mon amie", he declared, marching into your room with determination.

You looked up from where you were sitting, surprised by his sudden intrusion. "Frenchie, I'm not really in the mood for training right now", you protested weakly, unable to muster much enthusiasm.

But Frenchie was having none of it. He grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet, ignoring your protests. "No excuses. You need to keep your mind sharp", he insisted, his tone firm.

As you reluctantly followed him to the training area, Frenchie suddenly jabbed his elbow into your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Hey, pay attention!", he scolded.

"Ow!", you exclaimed, rubbing your arm where he had hit you. "What was that for?".

Frenchie sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. "You're not focused, mon amie. You need to be ready for anything, especially now", he explained, his tone softened slightly.

Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders, ready to throw yourself into the training session with renewed determination. Frenchie wasted no time, launching into a series of quick strikes and dodges, forcing you to react instinctively.

As the two of you sparred, the tension in your muscles began to melt away, replaced by a sense of focus and purpose.

Frenchie's teasing voice broke through your concentration. "You know, it's almost like you miss Soldier Boy", he remarked with a smirk, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

You rolled your eyes, trying to brush off his comment. "Please, Frenchie. I don't miss his ego or his cheesy one-liners", you retorted, though a small part of you couldn't deny the truth in his words.

Frenchie chuckled, his movements fluid as he continued to spar with you. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, mon amie", he replied, his tone teasing but gentle.

Despite your protests, a pang of longing tugged at your heart, reminding you of the absence that loomed over you like a shadow.

As the training session continued, Frenchie couldn’t resist poking fun at you a little more. “You know, if you miss him that much, we can always find a cardboard cutout of Soldier Boy to spar with”, he teased.

You scoffed, but couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. “I’ll pass, thanks. I think one Soldier Boy in my life is more than enough”, you quipped back, your tone laced with sarcasm.

Frenchie laughed, the sound echoing in the training room.

"Alright, fair point", Frenchie conceded, still grinning. "But hey, at least Soldier Boy has his moments".

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, does he now? I must have missed those", you replied, feigning innocence.

A playful glint flashed in your eyes as you feigned a punch towards him, making him dodge with a laugh. "And what about you, Frenchie? Don't you miss Kimiko?", you asked, unable to resist turning the tables.

Frenchie's expression softened, a wistful smile crossing his lips. "Of course I do", he admitted, his tone gentle. "But hey, absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?".

Before you could respond, Frenchie's playful demeanor shifted as he lunged forward with a quick jab, catching you off guard. You let out a surprised grunt as his fist made contact with your belly, the impact knocking the wind out of you.

"Oof!", you exclaimed, doubling over slightly as you tried to catch your breath.

Frenchie grinned unapologetically, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sorry, couldn't resist".

You chuckled, shaking your head as you straightened up. "Remind me never to ask you about missing someone again", you said with a playful smirk, knowing full well that Frenchie's charm could always catch you off guard.

As the evening came, you went out to get some groceries. As you walked towards the supermarket parking lot, the cool evening air filled your lungs, offering a brief respite from the worries that had been weighing on your mind. However, your moment of peace was short-lived as a big black SUV pulled up beside you, its engine rumbling ominously.

Instinctively, you slowed your pace, feeling a knot of unease forming in the pit of your stomach. Glancing around, you noticed the lack of pedestrians nearby, the empty street adding to the sense of isolation.

Before you could react, the window of the SUV rolled down, revealing two figures seated inside.

The man in the expensive suit leaned out of the window, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent a chill down your spine. "Get in the car, now", he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you took a step back, your instincts screaming at you to run. But before you could make a move, you noticed the glint of a gun in his hand, the metal barrel gleaming menacingly in the dim light.

You realized that you were in serious trouble. The man's expression brooked no argument, and the sight of the gun left you with little choice.

Just as you were about to run away, a sharp, searing pain exploded in your shoulder as a gunshot echoed through the night, causing you to cry out in agony. Your vision blurred for a moment, the shock of the injury sending waves of dizziness crashing over you.

Before you could fully comprehend what had happened, strong hands gripped you roughly, pulling you towards the open door of the SUV. With a gasp of pain, you stumbled forward, feeling disoriented and helpless as you were dragged inside the vehicle.

As you collapsed onto the seat, your injured shoulder throbbing with every movement, you tried to make sense of the chaos unfolding around you.

The man who had shot you loomed over you, his expression impassive as he inspected his handiwork. "Should've cooperated from the start", he muttered.

Meanwhile, his accomplice closed the door behind you, sealing you in with your captors.

The SUV lurched into motion.

Clutching your bleeding shoulder, you mustered all the courage you could muster and demanded, "What the fuck do you want?".

The man who shot you merely sneered, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "You'll find out soon enough", he replied cryptically.

Frustration boiled inside you as you realized they had no intention of giving you any answers. "This is bullshit!", you exclaimed, your voice shaking with anger and pain.

But your words fell on deaf ears.

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A/N: Well, that's probably not the best chapter, but I have to get on with the story somehow. I hope you like it anyway. Please let me know what you think.����

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Part 15

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[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gojo satoru x fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! recorded sex. ass play. pet names used: baby, princess, gorgeous, good girl, etc. mention of belly bulge. DADDY KINK. creampie. WORD COUNT: 2.7K PSD CREDIT !!!

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Gojo Satoru loves movies.

He loves watching them, but not as much as he loves making them.

"Just like that– hah, just look at you, my pretty baby." Cerulean blues obscured by his blindfold, Gojo stares at you in wonder of how someone like you is with someone like him… And so good to him to boot. You on the bed, him standing right by the edge– it’s the perfect scene.

He’s spoiled with choices– just where should he look? He could watch your pussy grind on his fingers, your hole twitching around him and gushing slick in tandem with his pumps. Or he can look back, watch your face for those delicious expressions of pure ecstasy when he crooks his fingers along the very spot that makes you sing and cry. Both views pinnacles of perfection but he ultimately decides to look right into the camera, his phone on a tripod, and watch himself finger that tight little pussy he’s taken to calling his.

Your ass winds back, back arching when you feel Gojo fill you to his knuckles, popping another finger in for good measure because you just give him the prettiest sighs when he does. You know better than to hide anything from him so even though you want to bury your face in your silk sheets, let the mattress swallow all your guttural noises, you stay on all fours with your legs trembling ever so slightly. Your stomach flutters when his hand comes to dip along your spine, palm still flat when he reaches the plush roundness of your bottom. He gives you a good shake for the camera, grinning wide as he watches your ass jiggle in the viewfinder. “So good and all for me, yeah?” Gojo’s voice always carries, he’s just naturally loud like that but there’s a certain air of showmanship woven into his words that makes it clear this is a performance and he’s going to savor this film for months to come.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Your ass stings under the weight of Gojo’s spankings, his large hands covering so much of you your knees are almost buckling from the intensity.  He’s up to three fingers now, scissoring so deep inside you that your gummy walls shake all around him. His thumb, just as eager for action, tenderly starts to prod into your asshole, getting your taut little rim to pucker for him just like your trained cunt. “This mine too?” He phrases it like a question but it’s completely rhetorical. Of course it’s his. Of course you belong to him. 

You squeak, incapable of seeing, knowing, what Gojo has in store for you but that just makes it all the more thrilling. Your folds are dripping with arousal, shivering in the cool air. He notices your goosebumps because nothing escapes the attention of the Gojo Satoru. “Feeling cold, baby? Need me to warm you up?” He never needs to ask twice but you hesitate, lids fluttering like crazy when you start to feel his thumb probe further into your cute, but still resisting, asshole. “Relax for me,” He’s so soft spoken with you when the time’s right, “Open up for Daddy.” 

Well, that’ll do it.

Just the name gets you going, sparks flying in your brain until it feels like melted mush, but you’re treated to an even greater pleasure when Gojo finally gets his thumb in, the fatter digit slowly coaxing the taut ring into letting him in deeper and deeper. He hasn’t forgotten about your pussy, those fingers are still pumping you nice and full you are dripping down your thighs. It gives such a gorgeous shine for the camera. He just can’t tear his eyes away.

You’re seeing stars, no– whole galaxies when your vision starts to falter, the haze of the overwhelming pressure pulsing from your legs finally settling in. You hear your heart thump, thump, thump in your ears; you think it’s so loud, there’s no way Gojo isn’t privy to it. And you’d be right.

“Got you crazy for me and I haven’t even fucked you proper yet.” Gojo’s chuckling, chest light but also drumming as you start to crumple all around him. The cavern of your cunt closes in around his fingers, the suction making him want to drill harder into you. You can take it right? He wants to see you come undone from just his fingers but god, his cock is beating against the confines of his work pants and briefs it’s almost painful. 

So generous as he is, he makes you an offer. “Wanna cum on my fingers, baby? Or you want Daddy’s cock?” He gives a flashy, smug smirk to the camera. The bastard.

“C-Cock, your cock! Please, please, please, please.” Oh, he’s already got you falling apart from three fingers in that desperate cunt of yours and one plugging up your asshole but you need more. You need him. “Wanna feel your cock, Daddy.” You never sound better than when you’re begging, Gojo thinks.

He’s so sweet but first he’s a little cruel with how fast his fingers vacate your holes, taking a second and then two and then three to admire how appetizing it looks to see your holes gasp around nothing but air, wondering where all that pressure went. “So fuckin’ sweet for me. Okay princess, I’ll give ya what you want.” 

You move like a weakened animal, crawling on your hands and knees with thighs wobbling from the sudden absence of pleasure. It’s a delicious sight. Too delicious to waste.

“Hold on.” In the middle of cleaning his hands, Gojo’s orders are swift and you dare to whine, but you already know your meek protesting is going to get you nowhere. Your back tenses when you feel his hand start to follow the slope of your spine, his palm treated to goosebumps that quickly prickle your body. His fingers tenderly cup your chin, directing you to look at him in an angle that benefits both him and the camera. “Why don’t you show the camera the mess we made?” 

His eyes are still hidden by his blindfold and that’s by design; he doesn’t want his plan spoiled by the telltale mischievous glint in his eyes.  

He helps you to your feet, ushering you in front of him and helps himself to fondling your breasts, giving you a well deserved groan as he deepens his massage and takes to pinching your nipples for good measure. You always give him the prettiest moans when he does and you don’t disappoint this time either. Your nipples harden as his fingertips tweak and tug, rousing a pitiful mewl each time he does. 

You feel his smirk along the shell of your ear before his teeth come out to play and you can’t help but jerk your hips back, gasping when you feel his erection right up your asscheeks. “Gojo,” You can barely utter above a whisper, “Please… Need you.” 

“Yeah, yeah, just let Daddy see ya for a little bit longer.” He steals a kiss from you while you’re looking up at him for help, help he won’t give you. Not yet.

Gojo starts to drum his fingers all along your waist, getting to your hips and giving you a squeeze before his hands start to trickle down to your cunt. You’re so wet, so drenched in your juices. It’s a shame he doesn’t get to taste you tonight, but you’re sure to satisfy him anyways. “Go ahead and spread that around for me, huh gorgeous?” Gojo’s purrs have your brain electrified, the shock going right to your trembling clit, your bundle of nerves so desperate to be satiated.

But you listen to Gojo, you always do– you start to tend to your swollen nub, a wave of pleasure falling over you as you do. Your lashes come together, eyes closing as you continue your fine-tuned ministrations, grinding into your own touch and giving Gojo the performance he wants.

All the while, you don’t realize Gojo has fished his engorged and hungry cock from his pants and underwear, both articles still on because the idea of taking you, all naked and bare for him while he’s still in uniform does something to him. He takes a peek at the tripod, grinning when he finds you so lost in your masturbation. Perfect.

He is massive. He’s as long as he is wide; his dick’s the stuff of dreams. Pre-cum is already seeping from the slit atop his bulbous tip and he’s so needy for you, you can tell by the way he jerks his thick foreskin up and over the head to spread the lubrication. Not that he needs it– your cunt is crying for him. 

“You ready for me baby?” His hot breath on your ear lights your skin on fire and you can’t nod fast enough. “Not gonna go easy on you.” His murmuring comes with a bite, and it isn’t a threat but a promise. 

With his hands on your waist and guiding you, you lean back– impatient for his cock. “Do you ever?” Your reply rides on a lofty exhale when you feel him at your entrance. You start to lower yourself onto Gojo’s shaft. Bottom lip squeezed between your teeth and breath stagnant, you open for him. Your pussy hole pulsates, stretching over the dome of his cockhead until he’s in and he’s so dense. You aren’t even past the ridge of his glans yet, that’s how packed he is. 

“Godddddd— fuckin’ tight.” The groan that comes from the back of his throat is carnal. No matter how many times he’s fucked that cunt of yours into submission, written his name in strings of searing hot and white cum, you still possess that same pressure that drives him absolutely insane. “C’mon baby, open up for me.” He starts to rut into you, cock twitching and inching its way inside you until your walls are wrapping around the density of his dick and kissing the veins that ornate his length. “There you go, there you go. My good girl taking me in so well. Like Daddy taught ya.” He coos, knowing just how to stroke your praise kink in all the right ways.

Your gasp gives way to a chorus of lovely moans, Satoru thrown in when your ass rubs against his pelvis, your hole having taking Gojo all the way to the hilt. He fills you out, fills you up so perfectly. You don’t know how you do it; the man is much bigger than you, stronger than you but instead of splitting you in two in pain, he only gives you euphoria.

You can stay like this, you think– take him like this, on your feet with him standing behind you but Gojo has something different in mind and you are none the wiser. 

The hands at your waist now jerk you back and in one fell swoop, Gojo lands on the bed, dragging you with him and with him still fully sheathed inside you. The force pushes a cry right from your chest and your legs bounce apart, hooking just over Gojo’s. The end result? Your pretty pussy, folds sticky and glossy with webs from your slick, on full display for the camera (and for Gojo’s later viewing pleasure). 

Oh and he doesn’t stop there. Your Gojo Satoru is a menace; you’ve known this from the moment you laid eyes on him. Now his hands are squeezing you, hoisting you up and down on his cock in such a brutal way but he’s wiping your vision clean. He’s not giving you any room to even think about anything else. He wants you dumb and drunk on his cock and my god, he’s going to get you there.

“Sa- Sa- Satoru!” Your voice bobbing with every thrust inside you, volume trying to compete with the loud squelches erupting from where his cock is pummeling into your cunt. You were already sopping wet, droplets of your essence running down your legs but now it’s flying everywhere. 

“Baby, didn’t you want this cock so badly just a moment ago? Why you cryin’ now?” The teasing comes with a lick to your earlobe, an appetizer before he launches an all out assault on your neck, nipping and sucking with the goal of raising your flesh to cry out for him. It works; your skin blooms just a beautiful shade for him, a color only he can paint you.

Your groans die out– all you can do is whimper now, arms flailing out to grab something for support. Oh, you need help don’t you? Gojo will take care of you. He constricts you with his arms around your abdomen. You can feel his bulging muscles even from under his work jacket and that just stirs the flame of pleasure at your core even more. 

He’s merciless, bullying your cunt as it weeps all over him. Who cares about his clothes getting dirty? It wouldn’t be the first time and it sure as hell won’t be the last. His cock goes in and out of your hole, pushing his way in and making your insides feel like mush. There’s a very defined line showing just where his cock is inside you; it’s shifting up and down, up and down on your stomach and you’d be able to see it so clearly on the video… If you could see clearly at all, that is.

Your vision is still hazy, eyes constantly rolling back with your lips permanently parted while your jaw is slack. You’re too wrought with pleasure to care about the way you look– which is fucked stupid. You can barely get your tongue rolling with his name. Satoru keeps getting broken down to mere syllables. 

You’re wrecked with his cock.

“Like that baby? Like the way Daddy fills you up? Say this pussy is mine, baby– say it, I know you can.” Gojo demands in the middle of sloppy kisses and licks up your neck and to your cheek, the skin shining with his spit but you still look like a goddess. A goddess fallen, anyways.

“Y-Yes, yes, yes! Sososososososo good, nnngh – haa, haa – don’t stop, please, don’t stop!” The two of you are making the walls shake with your ruckus: Gojo’s cock pumping in and out of you, a heavenly mixture of your essence with his pre-cum sloshing and splattering everywhere, and your cries of deep, erotic bliss.  

He’s fucking into you at an alarming rate, incapable of slowing down– not when your pussy feels this good. You’re wrapped around him so well; this pussy is molded for him, he thinks. His girth stretches you wide and his length hits you up to your guts. He has your stomach brimming with buzzing butterflies. 

The timer on the phone ticks up. There’s seconds that go by and then minutes, Gojo still injecting you full of his swollen cock. You feel his shaft warble inside of you, can feel the veins grind along your wall’s ridges and you know he’s going to cum soon, fast, and hard. “C-Cum inside me, S-Satoru. P-Please, fill me up.” You’re begging, so needy for him to cum because honestly, you’re right on the edge of your own release. 

He knows it too, has memorized your body’s subtle language and he’ll give it to you, give his all to you until you know nothing but his cock buried deep inside you. “Gonna give it to you baby, so get ready to fuckin’ take it.” He makes you absolutely fall apart when his hands sloppily cups your folds, fingers messily flicking your clit and pinching before rolling fast circles over the fattened hood. 

You cum so fast, your head spins. The cork in your belly pops, your cum cascading down his length and leaving the lap of his slacks a drenched mess. He stuffs your release back into you and using the strength in his arms, holds you nice and steady while he beats his thick cock into you until his balls tighten and you’ve squeezed every stream of cum from the tip. Your walls become so packed with his cum, he’s shot loads and loads so what can you expect?

You are spent, only capable of dizzied pants and a vision that’s flickering at best. But that’s not the send off he wants, now is it?

“Say bye-bye to the camera, love.” He croons in your ear, an impish smile plastered on his features. “Or ya wanna go for round two?”

[saintjosie]

I'm really interested in hearing about impactful spiritual phenomena, like your experience with religious ecstacy? I definitely get if it's too personal/painful/hard to explain

oh i am SO qualified to talk about this and this is gonna be way more than you asked for probably but here we go.

in a nutshell, religious ecstasy is the jesus camp experience. if you’ve never heard of a jesus camp, it’s this thing that charismatic evangelical churches do, where people spend 2-3 days (or longer) hanging out with other people into the jesus experience.

it’s much like a professional conference where you might see a keynote speaker in the morning, smaller session speakers in the afternoon, and then another keynote speaker in the evening, except instead of people going to which ever sessions you want and then having drinks with other attendees in between, every session is mandatory, and the schedule starts at 7am and goes to like 11pm or midnight or sometimes even later. (i’ve legitimately been to some of these that started at 7am and ended at 3am)

and yes, that sounds horrifying. and yes, it absolutely is. but the reason these get addicting is the same reason that people go to these kinds of churches; everything they say and do is carefully engineered to make you feel like a piece of shit while they also claim that the only respite from that guilt is achieving a state of religious ecstasy which is then supposed to meaningfully alter your behavior so that you feel slightly less like a piece of shit while also conditioning you to come back for more. throw in charismatic speakers, music, sleep deprivation, and peer pressure, and you have an incredibly addictive formula.

the foundation of the evangelical church is built upon this constant cycle of shame and ecstasy and jesus camp is the pinnacle of this experience.

i’ve been caught in the cycle before and EVERY time, without fail, the high fades away and is once again replaced by guilt. and the cycle continues.

and the only reason i am able to talk about this now is that once i started working on learning to love myself, the guilt went away. because despite the church’s best efforts to entrap me in its cycle of shame, authentic self love is so much more real than anything i ever experienced during my church days.

so yeah. don’t do heroin or religion.

[georgiebrits]

Helping Hands - Yang Jungwon

You are in a dimly lit room with soft music playing in the background. Jungwon is lying on a massage table, shirtless and covered by a towel. You can see the tension in his muscles as you begin the massage. You are a woman with skilled hands and a desire to help him relieve the stress of being a leader. As your hands glide over Jungwon's back, he lets out a soft moan of pleasure. "You have no idea how much I needed this," he whispers, turning his head to look at you with a grateful smile. Jungwon inhales sharply as your hand reaches down to his private part. "Woah, what are you doing?" he asks, surprised but not entirely opposed. You explain to Jungwon that relieving stress involves more than just massaging his muscles, and he relaxes as you continue to touch him intimately. His breathing deepens and he grips the edge of the massage table tightly. "You're right," he says, his voice low with desire. "This is exactly what I needed." As you continue to stimulate Jungwon, his hands begin to roam over your body, caressing your curves and exploring your skin. He pulls you close, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss as he grinds against you. "I want to touch you too," he whispers between kisses, his hands moving to remove your clothing. You can't resist the intensity of Jungwon's gaze as he looks into your eyes, his big, beautiful orbs drawing you in. His fingers trail down your neck and slip beneath the fabric of your clothing, sending shivers down your spine as he touches your skin. "Please let me touch you," he pleads softly, his eyes smoldering with desire. As you give in to your desires, exploring each other's bodies with feverish intensity, you lose yourself in the moment. Your hands roam over every inch of Jungwon's muscular physique as he responds with equal fervor, his touch and his kisses igniting a fire deep within you. With each passing moment, the pleasure intensifies, and you both reach a new level of ecstasy together. With your skilled hands and expert touch, you intensify your focus on Jungwon's most sensitive areas, bringing him closer and closer to his climax. His moans become louder and more desperate, his body writhing with pleasure beneath your hands. you whisper in his ear, "let yourself go, surrender to the pleasure," as he reaches the pinnacle of ecstasy, his body convulsing with spasms of intense pleasure. Finally, he collapses on the table, spent but fulfilled, thanking you for the most incredible experience of his life. You quickly clean Jungwon up with a warm towel, ensuring that he's comfortable and content. Looking deeply into his eyes, you give him a tender and endearing kiss, telling him how much you enjoyed being close to him and how much you look forward to future encounters. He smiles warmly, holding you closely and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, clearly enjoying the closeness and intimacy of the moment. The two of you stay lost in each other's embrace for some time, savoring the closeness and the passion of the moment.

[bullet-prooflove]

Break: Frankie Morales x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @Rosaliedepp @justreblogginfics @witches-unruly-heart @infinity-mars

Garden Party - Frankie meets you at a garden party.

Connection (NSFW) - Frankie and you discuss your relationship.

Come Up for Air - Frankie reminds you to come up for air.

You work too hard, Frankie has always known that. When you get your head into a comedy sketch, you lose hours of time redrafting, editing, perfecting. The longer it goes on the more frustrated you get, which leads to scribbling on pages and scrunched up paper. He tries to get you to take a break but your non-committal. You can only see is right in front of you which leads Frankie to do the only thing he knows will distract you.

You don’t realise he’s on his knees in front of you, not until his large hands come to rest upon your knees, parting your legs. You try to ignore him, keeping your gaze fixed on the script but you can feel his beard scratching against your inner thighs through the fabric of your leggings.

“Baby.” He murmurs, his fingers curving around the waistband before he starts to draw the material down your hips. “Let me take care of you.”

You don’t answer but you do raise your ass a little so that he can remove your leggings completely. You keep the paperwork clasped tightly in your hands and Frankie smiles, because he likes a challenge.

His thumbs chase up your inner thighs, his lips following suit. The paper rustles, your grip tightening as his heated breath ghosts over your clit. He takes his time ruining you. Gentle licks that tease over your folds, his tongue tracing over that delicate little bud before he delves lower, pressing deep. The pages slip from your hand, fingers curling in his hair as the waves of ecstasy roll through your body, building and building until you reach the pinnacle of release.

You’re beautiful when you come, loud and uninhibited, an apricot flush creeping across your cheeks. Your hips arch against his mouth and he holds you in place, tongue fucking you through the orgasm, your sweet nectar pouring onto his tongue. His hand runs over his beard, cleaning away your mess as his dark eyes flicker up to meet yours.

“Come to bed.” He says, his eyes wild and his voice a little rough. “Let me help you relax a little more.”

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[bbgnyx]

Hey bbg this is my first time on ur profile and I’ve never read any of ur works but I saw ur rqs r open so I’d like to request a Han smut 😼😼😼 idk why but I’m like in love w dry humping so like dom han but like make him whimper and stuff AND GRUELING DETAIL OF HOW GOOD HE FEELS but ples don’t make reader Dom make her sub🙏 (this is my first time requesting so ignore the fact this is super long and I’m rambling) TY IF U USE THIS RQ

a/n: hey anon, thanks for visiting my profile and thanks for this request! i'd appreciate it if you check out my other works aswell, hope you like thiss

genre: smut

warnings: 18+, dry humping, use of babe, baby, hickeys, suggestive at the end, dom!jisung

Jisung had just arrived home from practice, his body glistening with sweat and his muscles tense. The sight of him made your heart race with desire. He suggested a movie night, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of spending intimate time with your boyfriend after what felt like an eternity. As the clock struck 11 pm, you switched on the movie, only to find out that Jisung had chosen a horror film. You weren't particularly fond of scary movies, but you agreed to watch it anyway because it made him happy.

Both of you settled comfortably on the couch with some snacks. As the movie progressed, Jisung noticed your discomfort and patted his lap. "Babe, come here. I'll protect you from the monsters," he chuckled, pulling you onto his lap. Nestling into his embrace, his warm breath caressing your neck, you felt an intoxicating sense of security.

Halfway into the movie, a particularly scary scene causes you to jump. You feel your boyfriend’s grip on you tighten and you assume he’s doing it as reassurance. Another jump scare startled you, causing your body to jolt. This time, however, you heard a deep, primal grunt escape from Jisung's lips. "Stop moving," he commanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "I can't help it," you murmured, fully aware of the effect your movements were having on him. Feeling mischievous, you continued to shift beneath the covers, purposefully teasing him further. His breath hitched in his throat as he whispered, his voice dripping with desire, "Hmm, what is my baby doing? I told you to stop moving, but it seems like you're craving punishment, darling." His words sent shivers down your spine, your core throbbing with anticipation and desire.

You passionately lock lips with him, your hands eagerly fumbling with the buckle of his jeans. However, he stops you abruptly. "You won't get a taste of my throbbing cock until you prove to me just how good of a girl you can be by cumming solely from grinding on my jeans, baby," he whispers seductively while sensually sucking on your neck, leaving behind a trail of dark, passionate marks. His words send shivers down your spine, intensifying your desire as you slowly begin to move against his clothed erection, the rough fabric teasing your sensitive spots and leaving you yearning for more. With each thrust, you pick up the pace, continuing to dry hump him with fervor. He wraps his strong hands around your body, guiding your movements with expertise. However, the sounds that follow are not what you anticipated.

You hear your boyfriend emit a soft moan, not just any moan, but a delicate whimper. You're taken aback by the sight of your usual dominant boyfriend succumbing to such submissive sounds. This revelation only heightens your arousal, causing you to grind against him even harder, desperately seeking your own release and craving more of those sinful sounds from Jisung. "Oh, fuck," he moans under his breath, hoping you didn't catch on, but you did. The knowledge that your boyfriend is experiencing the same euphoria as you fills you with an intoxicating sense of pleasure. You maintain your rhythm, relishing in the sweet whimpers escaping your boyfriend's lips, until finally, you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. A small cry escapes your mouth as you climax, your panties drenched with your arousal and liquids.

Jisung's head is thrown back, his eyes filled with desire. "Damn, that was mind-blowing. Maybe I should punish you more often, baby," he says, his voice dripping with lust. You can't help but smirk, wanting to tease him about his moans, but you decide against it, not wanting to provoke his anger. "Now, can I have your throbbing cock, please?" you plead, pouting your lips seductively. Jisung chuckles, his voice low and husky, "How can I resist when you've been such a naughty little vixen?"

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