I NEED HELP

I NEED HELP

I was looking for a blog in my following, and I have no idea if they removed my follow or any else, all I remember is a very juicy fic that I read AND I FOLLOWED THEM AFTER THAT! The fic is abt Chan being a really hot cold chef bossy omg, and yn has attitude. THEN CHAN COMES IN YNS DREAM AND THEY DO…wtv you do on a kitchen counter…xes. ANYWAYS WHOEVER READ THAT PLS PLS PLS REPLY, and the blog’s name starts with ‘exxx’ BIT i dont know HOW MANY X so yeah it ends ordinary so please ty for reading this!

this is so beautiful

“Oh Rascal Children of Gaza,” by Palestinian poet, Khaled Juma, 2014

IM NOT OKAY😍😍😍

consider this filthy mafia!Soap x nurse!fem!Reader piece a thank you for 2k followers!

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warnings: masturbation(fem), oral (fem receiving), use of good boy, voyeurism, p in v

"No touching."

Those two words broke Johnny's poor mind, and you watched as his brain shut down and started back up as he stood in the doorway to the apartment with his mouth agape. Once he seemed to regain some semblance of a coherent thought, his eyes raked over you, not sparing a single inch of your body from his gaze. He looked at your bare breasts and your chest as it heavily rose and fell with your labored breaths. Then there was the soft tissue of your stomach and the way your abdominal muscles rippled underneath, tensed with stimulation and pleasure.

However, the most eye-catching sight of all was what happened between your legs. Those deep blue eyes drank up the way your fingers slid along your slit, how you rubbed and toyed with your clit. Even from that short distance he could see the way your arousal coated your fingers, and he drank up the way your hips bucked up into your own stimulation. It wasn't the view he expected to see when he came home from work, but he had no complaints.

"You're killing me, bonnie," he breathed.

Ignoring him for a moment, you spread your legs further as you adjusted your position on the bed, which allowed you to deepen the stimulation. A small groan left your mouth without permission, but you pretended that it never happened as your attention focused on Johnny for a split moment.

"You can watch, but no touching," you reiterated.

Good thing Johnny didn't mind a show.

While you continued your relentless assault on your clit, Johnny carefully climbed onto the foot of the bed where he ensured his movements wouldn't disturb you too much. He quickly settled for your performance where he drank in the view of you with your closed eyes and knitted brows. Sweat glistened along your collarbones and neck, and it dimly reflected the faded lights of his apartment all too enticingly.

As the confines of his jeans grew ever tighter, he couldn't help but think about how he could do it better than you could. Though your moans were sweet and soft, he was always able to pull louder, more desperate moans from you when he fucked you himself. Johnny knew just the right way to curl his fingers inside of you to get your back arching. He knew exactly how much pressure to use when pounding into you that would get you to cry out for him and drag your nails across his back.

He all but got on his hands and knees in order to get a better view of your cunt like he watched his favorite show, and after a while the bed began to shake with the force he used to grind into the mattress. He needed to hear more of you, to feel you, taste you. You were terribly cruel for denying him any sort of treat or attention, fucking yourself on your fingers as if he wasn't even there at all, like he was just some peeping apparition.

Then he noticed it. The tensing of your legs, the way they caved in on your hand with intent to trap it there as your fingers picked up speed. Breaths hitched in your throat as your eyes squeezed tight, and Johnny found himself inching closer to you as if you would potentially change your mind and ask him to finish you off. A violent tremor tore through your body, and he watched in real time as your body began to shake and melt into the mattress with each soft pant that left your lips. There was nothing left of you but a pile of mush and a wet, sticky mess that coated your fingers and thighs.

Cursing, Johnny crawled closer to you where he nestled himself between your thighs but still didn't touch you. Big, blown out pupils met you as you finally opened your eyes, and you couldn't help but smirk at the pathetic sight of him as he tried to fuck you with his gaze alone.

"Good boy," you hummed as you rested your hands on your stomach. "You can touch now."

Without so much as hesitating, Johnny's arms hooked underneath your legs where he yanked your lower half into the air, bringing your cunt to meet his mouth. Large muscles bulged out from his biceps as he kept you trapped in place in order to lap away at you. You yelped at the sudden movement, but a gasp smothered it as you felt his tongue poke into your hole, drinking up your arousal as if he found an oasis in a desert. And he groaned. Groaned as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, like you were the only thing he would need to sustain himself for the rest of his life.

"I'm your good boy," he mumbled against your heat. "Was so good, wasn't I? Don't I deserve a reward? Please, baby..."

Before you could even answer, your lower half suddenly crashed back into the mattress and Johnny collapsed on top of you. It didn't take long for his lips to find the soft underside of your jaw where he kissed and nipped at you while his clothed crotch ground against your sopping wet cunt.

"You're so needy," you teased. Johnny only grunted in response as his face pressed further into the side of your neck where you felt your own slick transfer from his face onto your skin. "Go easy, yeah? Still sore from last night."

Without hesitation, you heard Johnny's belt jingle as he unbuckled it one handed. His movements were fast and needy as he eventually yanked his cock free from its restraints where he then pressed it against your welcoming entrance. Both of you groaned, you from the stretch, and him from the delicious way you pulsed around the tip of his dick.

"Yes ma'am."

Smirking, your hands came to rest on his hips where you gently pulled him closer to you. Inch by inch, he filled you until he completely bottomed out, leaving him nothing but a panting mess above you. He hadn't even started to move and you could already feel the way he twitched inside of you.

"Good boy."

「Hell's Kitchen」 · Masterlist

SYNOPSIS ➥ His exquisite culinary skills as the base, his wholesomeness as the main ingredient, and his magnetism as the zest—it's the perfect recipe to have a full house at his restaurant every damn day, but the packaging so doesn't impress you. You know what an absolute ass this charming young chef is back in the kitchen. Much to your dismay, after a particularly stressful night of service, you start having intense and elaborate wet dreams about him that make you question a lot of things.

And judging by how knowingly he smiles at you the morning after, it seems like he knows.

※ This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.

➥ Genre/Trope: Workplace Romance, Angst, Slowburn, E2L

➥ Ongoing · Latest update: Course VI

⛔ — Not suitable for readers who might get triggered by rough play and/or themes of sexual deviance. The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve tension and some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to proceed at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.

➥ Reader discretion advised — Adult themes, strong language, explicit sexual content, supernatural elements (dream control), self-love and anger management issues, sex as a coping mechanism, trust and intimacy building, less-than-ideal work environment, sexual tension, sexual deviance, themes of objectification & perversion, graphic fantasizing, overarching mutual corruption kink, depictions of certain kinks and fetishes which may be disturbing to some (everything is consensual—see respective chapters where applicable).

➥ Early access content — Chapters 1-5 are publicly available: Subscribers have fast pass to new chapters, but you can read them for free six weeks after their original release date. Become a subscriber for fast pass, or follow me on Ream to get notified when new chapters become publicly available.

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i haven't been on tumblr for a moth why do i feel so uncomfy with smut....

netizens are desensitising gruesome things that are taking place in Palestine.

even the internet’s reaction to graphic things such as - pictures of injured children, civilians stuck under rubble, dead bodies of families in their destroyed homes etc. is beyond underwhelming.

DO NOT NORMALISE GENOCIDE.

BREAK THE STIGMA.

#save palestine