All Tied Up, Ben Curtis
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“God you look so pretty like that,” Ben purred as he made his way around his own handiwork. You whimpered as his hand traveled down your inner thighs. A shiver ran up your spine at the ache in your joints, which had been manipulated so you were hog tied and suspended in the living room, as though you were the Christmas tree itself instead of the holiday decoration currently sitting bare in the corner, “wish I could leave you up like this all the time…”
You tried to speak, but the gag in your mouth made you drool around the black ball-gag.
He chuckled and you whimpered yet again as he removed his hand only to slap between your spread legs.
You moaned loudly, your husband’s ring catching your needy clit. The sensation ripped a heavy moan from you, and you shifted, trying to get away from it with no avail.
“Aww, honey…don’t try to run,” he teased, “I mean…we both know that you can’t. There’s no way you’re getting out of this rig, but I want you to be a good girl for me. You did promise that if I was a good boy I could have my way with you for Christmas…”
“Rarbrha.”
You felt his lips on your inner thigh, kissing his way gently towards your core. Another shiver ripped through you as you felt his hot breath fanning across you; your own arousal helping his cause as your thighs gently shook.
“Oh, honey…you’re so needy today,” your husband teased. Your back arched, pushing your body out ever so slightly, and your thighs splayed even more, your petals becoming more accessible. Your cunt clenched around nothing, and you heard the smirk in his voice without seeing him, “she wants me to stretch her out, doesn’t she? You wanna feel him…fuck. If you could see what I do…I mean, she’s so needy…she’s trying to milk the air she’s so desperate for me.”
The ball-gag kept you from speaking once more. But you moaned when you felt a lone finger swiping around your entrance, slowly probing you.
And then he moaned.
Your core clenched around his finger as he easily worked it inside of you.
“You’re so turned on by this,” he smirked, “god, the way you’re sucking my finger in…makes me wonder what you’d do with more…do you want more, baby?”
You nodded, knowing that the ball gag wouldn’t let you speak. Your ponytail bobbed excitedly as you tried to make him see it.
And then he pulled your head back by your ponytail.
Your back stretched, breasts pushed out until he leaned over you and your eyes met. He pulled his finger out of your core but pressed his erection against your entrance instead. You moaned as his cock slipped between your folds, eyes nearly rolling back into your head.
“God, baby….this is beautiful….best fucking Christmas gift you’ve ever given me…”
You tried shifting again, taking the slightest bit of solace in the fact that his cock was being massaged, nestled between your folds. You rolled your hips when you felt his tip probing your entrance, but groaned when it slipped back between your folds.
“Ah, ah,” he teased gently, staring you in the eyes. You felt his free hand move between the two of you once more, and then his cock slipped down, and he maneuvered himself between your pussy lips. He disappeared from your sight and let your head go, and you felt the tip of his cock hitting your clit, “gonna make a mess of you, don’t worry…but that comes in time…”
The sensation increased and you felt him starting to find a rhythm as his cock continued to slip between your folds. He was using you to give himself a pussy job. Your eyes rolled back into your head with every new thrust as his cock’s head continued to nudge your clit until it became puffy and oversensitive from the stimulation.
And then your thighs clenched.
You came hard, your pussy constricting his cock between your folds.
You felt his hands grip your hips, and they stuttered.
“Shit…I’m not gonna last long, sweetheart,” he growled. You felt the ball gag give as he undid it, “tell me where you want it, baby…tell daddy where you want me to cum…”
“Mouth!” you whimpered, only able to say one word at a time as your jaw ached.
You felt him shift away from you, and you wanted to cry when his cock left your oversensitive folds, but then you smiled, seeing him come in front of you. Your mouth opened and he fisted his cock. With two more pumps he removed his hand and shoved himself into your waiting hole. He groaned, cumming as your tongue swirled hungrily around his length. His hands gripped your face, hips bucked, and you stared up at him.
The man that you loved.
You swallowed the salty spend as he pulled out, dropping to his knees. His lips crashed against yours in a frenzied passion.
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Picture it! This soft boy is your childhood BFF. You grew up together, you're totally inseparable, attached at the hip since elementary school, & very protective of each other. You both come from emotionally repressed homes, so you're always very loving & affectionate with each other to compensate. Physical touch is your shared love language, so frequent hugging, cuddling, & holding hands is commonplace.
One day you're just hanging out, you're sitting in his lap, or he's laying with his head in your lap, & you're just playing with his hair, minding your own business, & some rando comments in passing what a cute couple you make, & suddenly neither of you can stop thinking about it...
Enjoy! 😊😊😊
First, lovely, Seb's look in The Apparition is underrated. Think what you want about the film, but Ben is 🔥.
Second, best friends to lovers with Bucky (or Ben)? I imagine you sneak out to see him and vice versa after a bad day at home. You know everything about each other. He even took you to prom and the photos are some of your favorites of the two of you.
And the rando comment about you two being together? You're thankful he doesn't say, "No, no way. We're just friends!" and that glimmer of hope becomes a bright light inside you. The fact that you don't brush it off quickly either gives him hope, too. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it before. Because who better to be with than the person who knows him better than anyone else? His beautiful, amazing, compassionate best friend?
He just needs to admit how he feels.
Love and thanks! ❤️
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➢ Polaroid
multiple male x GN reader
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When he’s got your Polaroid displayed in his car.
The radio has music wafting through the speakers, a small charm hanging from the rear view mirror as he casually turns the wheel with the palm of his hand, turning onto a new street.
His eyes are trained on the road, humming slightly to the song as it plays, when he sees the small white frame out of the corner of his eye.
The corner of it is stuck into a crevice somewhere on the dashboard, and your bright smile fills the space, eyes wrinkled and narrowed into a squint as the picture was taken seconds into a laugh. In the picture, your head is tilted up to look at the camera, the flash lighting up your face leaving it perfectly framed for him to admire.
At the sight of it, his lips quirk up into a small and fond smile. He had put it there so whenever you weren’t there in person, he could still have you there somehow, by your designated seat on the passenger side. Anyone who got into the car would be welcomed by your face, even from its spot tucked into the dashboard placed specifically so he could always see it.
The song changes on the radio, a few seconds of talking in the transition between melodies.
And just like that, he’s turning onto your street.
Pulling in just to see that same pretty face in person.
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