a very merry smissmas to you all ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
So everyone talks about praise kink right? But I think there's something to be said for a reassurance kink.
"That's it, you're doing it right, darling, don't worry."
Any guidance through even the simplest of tasks.
"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."
Feeling weight, like a hand resting on a shoulder or thigh.
Making eye contact and getting a smile and nod back that says, you're doing great, keep going.
Being hushed or swayed while receiving back rubs.
Being fully surrounded by their body while they say, "it's okay now, I'm here, you're safe."
[semi-linked to this]
You reach the office door sooner than you intend to, quieter than you expect to. You see him.
You see the way he strokes himself with a rhythm that shows the signs of growing erratic soon, his free hand shaking as it drops from his mouth and grips the arm of his chair…
…you shouldn't be watching this. Something tells you to step back, turn around and go the way you came, to pretend you hadn't seen him in the first place. Rarely did the man ever seem to be granted a chance of privacy, he deserved this indulgence more than anyone--
The notion comes to a halt, sends a deep spark of warm shock through your veins when you catch the furrow of his brow, the tint to his cheeks in the glow of moonlight as, with a gasp of a breath, he moans your name.
Oh.
His free hand shoots back up to muffle his mouth as your name fades to a whimper on his tongue. His head tilts back just so as his hand curls to a fist, knuckles pressed to his lips and neck bare enough to catch his Adam's apple…fuck, he's beautiful like this, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, slacks down to his knees, his waistcoat and shirt unbuttoned just enough to keep his heaving chest from straining against the fabric, hair tussled and sweat along his brow as he pants…
The heat carries itself to you. Fuck. Shit. You feel the need to get out of here before you risk embarrassing both of yourselves--
"Gott, du fühlst dich göttlich…"
Fuck. Shit.
an apple a day keeps the doctor bent over and moaning for more
YOUR LOVE IS LIKE B A D MEDICINE
B A D MEDICINE IS WHAT I NEED
GOD. Sometimes I think about Fritz Ludwig and I find myself wanting to be just almost teasingly, indulgently tender for him. I want to kiss along his neck and jaw while I stroke his cock, want to murmur praise that almost feels like such wonderful sin pressed against his skin. Maybe I bring him to sink further against the crook of my neck as the pace of my hand grows, maybe I ride him slowly with my temple pressed to his and my hand over his heart, but I want him to feel the true weight of devotion in every ounce of worship I shower upon him, to feel the sheer warmth and strength of sanctuary as he cums for me.
AND ALSO. Sometimes I think about Fritz Ludwig and I really want to give him the chance to take his pleasure from me. I need to feel his fingers tug my hair as he loses himself to the pleasure of the warmth of my mouth. I need that man to praise me like something truly sacred all while his pace is something downright unforgiving when he’s inside me. There’s prayers in the lovebites that cover me and worship in every thrust, and oh, I can truly feel the bliss of heaven when he cums inside of me.
anons here are mastering the art of religious erotica with a dash of blasphemy over this one guy and i personally love that for us
Sometimes i receive visions like the oracle of delphi
I'll be very frank, this whole thing was sparked by me rediscovering this John art that already invokes the sense of 😳 on its own, but then I thought about Fritz in this pose and good LORD I need to bite something.
There's no way I could mention this in the post about them on my main, but genuinely the way these are ALSO the men who made me realize I have a hierophilia kink.
L | 26 | They/ThemOccasional writer, avid piner.[often suggestive leaning/NSFW centric | MINORS DNI]
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