#heavy metal 🔥

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Layne Staley - Alice In Chains concert

[hotmetalmenpictures]

joey jordison in drag!!

cred: lost :(

[sad--tree]

well shit. just checked out the lineup 4 bluesfest this year and i may have 2 actually brave the crowds 4 once. there might just be enough ppl id wanna see to make it worth it, altho tbh matthew good is almost enough for that on his own lol coz like. matthew good!!! that's the music of my freakin childhood man!! (*the most canadian sentiment ever)

[on-da-creeep]

Rotnest - Mono (2023 Remix)

(Official Music Video)

[icepimp]

[hellgirl666xx]

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[erebus-luckycharm]

sharing burning witch on insta stories to show everyone who's boss

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Pantera

[jcamilov06]

[specshroom]

🔥Firefighter! Yuuji🔥

(CW: Burning building, Reader has boobies and is called Miss once but is mostly referred to as they/them. Inspired by that one fanart, you know the one.)

Reader comes home to their crappy apartment from a long day of work, showers, makes themselves some easy dinner and gets all cozy on the living room couch with their cat. 

They barely make it to the bedroom before they fall into the sheets, conked out for the night.

They're so deep in sleep they don't wake up from the faint smell of smoke or the sirens or the yelling. They don't even wake up when there's rushed knocking on the front door and yelling coming from the other side. 

However they do jolt awake when they hear the front door being forced open with a loud bang!

In a haze they still manage to reach under the bed for a metal bat they stashed there for occasions just like this.

They creep out the bedroom, bat in hand ready to swing. "Hello? Is anybody in here?" A man's voice calls from the living room. 

They mentally scoff. What kind of burglar calls out like that? Idiot. 

They can hear the heavy footsteps of the man walking closer towards the hallway they crept in. Holding the bat tighter, they wind up and just as a quite large man comes around the corner they swing hard. 

"OW!" 

The bat hits a hard surface. Confused they finally take in the man Infront of them. He's wearing a hard yellow helmet (the thing they hit, they realise) and a thick black and yellow jumpsuit thing. It kinda looks like a fireman get-up and Holy shit, they assaulted a fireman. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I thought you were a burglar!"

They drop the assault weapon and crouch down, assessing the helmet thats not even dented. 

"That's ok, it's alright, I'm fine! see?" The fireman tries to reassure them. Now that they have a better look at him he has an unreasonably bright smile on his face for someone who's just been assaulted. His bright smile contrasts with the few scars he has on his face in a way that's strangely endearing. 

They feel themselves smiling back and sighing "Oh that's good, I'm sorry again haha..... Why are you in my home?"

The fireman jolts up like he's just remembered something important. "Oh shit! The buildings on fire!"

"WHAT?!“ 

"Don't panic, Miss. I'm going to get you out of here." He says with a determined look that makes them believe his words. 

That's all he says before hoisting them up bridle style into his strong arms. Reader yelps. "I'm not injured. I can walk." They say, struggling in the strangers arms out of instinct. 

"The building's floors and ceilings might be unstable. Sorry, but it's safer if I carry you." The full seriousness of the situation dawns on them and they just nod at the man as he steps towards the door. "Wait! Wait! My cat!" They suddenly remember the creature they parent and struggled out of the man's hold running into their bedroom where the little guy is lazing on the bed, not a single care in the world. They scoop the cat up and run back to the fireman who is scoping out the hallway and talking on his little walky talky. They waist no time, allowing the well built man to pick them up as easily as they picked up the cat in their arms.

He successfully makes it down the few flights of stairs, cautious yet quick. "Cover your mouth! We're almost there!" The man says. They cover their mouth and nose with one hand and cover the kittie's with the other. Eyes shut tight, hiding their face into the man's neck. They don't open their eyes even when they feel a wave of cool night air telling them that they're outside the building and safe. 

The fireman carries them to one of the ambulances and sets them down gently. "You alright?" He says crouching In front of them and looking them up and down, breathing a little heavy. They nod wordlessly, looking into his bright eyes. 

Once he's satisfied that they're unharmed he stands and says, "I have to go." He points to the firetrucks stationed outside the burning building. The reader just nods again and mutters "Thanks." The man smiles at them again as if nothing is wrong and everything is going perfectly, it makes them believe he's right. He jogs over to where the other firemen are talking amongst themselves. 

They get a better look at the building now. The powerfull jets of water flowing in through the windows. The other residents of the building watching in various states of panic, relief, silence, fear. Luckily, when Reader looks around for neighbours and familiar faces all seem to be accounted for. The firemen seem to have done a really good job minimizing casualties and destruction. 

After about an hour the fire is in dieing smolders and the building no longer emits a furious heat, only ashy smoke. Reader is sitting on a bench, cat in their lap with an emergency blanket and a free cookie the ambulance responders were handing out. 

They don't notice the tall figure walking up to them until he's standing beside them. "Hi, how're we doing?". They look up to see the same firefighter from before. "Pretty good....considering." They shrug. He huffs and sits down next to them. "Well, good news is nobody died and your apartment's probably fine too."

"Oh that's good." They say and cringe at their weak conversational skills. He's just talking to them cus it's something that firefighters do with citizens in these situations... Right?

They look over at him as he looks at the doused, chard part of the building. "Uhm, is your head alright?" They ask the man, pointing to his helmet covered head.

He looks at them confused and then laughs. "Oh yeah it's totally good, see." He pulls off his head gear revealing a head of short pink hair. He tussles it with his hand and bends down showing them that there's no bump or bruise.

Before they can think not too, Reader reaches out to lightly caress the strands of hair at the top of his head. He freezes, his eyes wide still looking down, bent over for them. They quickly bring their hand back to the cat on their lap. "I like your hair." They say looking down at the kitty. Yuuji looks up at them with still wide eyes and straightens his back. His cheeks tint pinker than his hair and Reader chuckles at the sight.

"Thanks... I like your..." He's clearly rushing for something to say, not expecting the conversation to go this route. "Shirt." He settles on. His eyes flick down to the baggy old shirt with some anime character on it that they use for pajamas.

A well timed breeze blows through and Reader is suddenly reminded of the fact that they sleep without a bra on.

They tug the blanket closer and mutter "Thanks". Yuuji just continues to look at them with the same pink tinted face.

"Brother!" A loud voice calls and the two turn to see a big burly man calling his coworker over. They look back at each other and both grin at one another. "Uh, I'll see you around?" The pink haired man says while playing with his hair and picking up his helmet. "Yeah, I hope so." Reader waves slightly at him. He walks away still looking back at them and waving until he reaches the man who was calling him "brother". The man roughly pats him on the back and throws his arm around his shoulder. Mr Pink hair looks disgruntled as The big guy yells out to another black haired, serious looking fireman. "Did you see that Megumi? Yuuji thinks he's a Hot Shot now!"

Megumi just sighs and rolls his eyes. "Please get back to work, Todo." Yuuji struggles in Todo's hold, looking back at Reader for a second to see them still looking at him. They turn around quickly, embarrassed at being caught. Yuuji smiles and Todo, having seen that too, cries out "Brotherrrr!" hugging Yuuji tighter, brought to tears at his brother's perceived rizz.

Reader looks down at the cat in their lap and says softly "His name is Yuuji." They grin at the cat and the cat looks back with a sleepy, disinterested expression.

-★

[yaut-jaknowit]

okay, okay, I got an idea for a while that you mightttttt enjoy

Basically, Nsfw idea lesgo 🔥, imagine an Elder just fucking you in a empty council room after a frustrating meeting (amab reader if you’re comfortable with it because i’m lowkey incapable of reading smut with any other gender💀)

Stress Reliever

Pairing: Wolf (Male Yautja) x AMAB!Reader

Warnings: rough sex (usual for these guys), knotting (again), mlm sex, anal sex, abandoned cock, no foreplay, no prep (straight to the point), aftercare, hints of voyeurism, blood and biting, sort of cnc (concent giving but not said, agreed upon before story starts), use of ‘good boy’, light aftercare.

Word Count: 2101 (I wish this was longer)

Summary: Wolf is frustrated after a meeting gone wrong. He has to release that pent up anger some how. Oh, how generous of you to be in the room with him.

Author Note: I'm more than happy to write AMAB stuff for you! If there's anything incorrect in here, please let me know. I don't have the body parts soooo I tried! I know you like Celtic but he's not an elder so I hope Wolf is fine for you. I do love that old, grumpy elder. If only I could get my hands on him

Masterlist

Ao3

From his chair at the meeting table, you could feel the tension in his body. Strung tighter than a bow ready to snap. Halfway through the council meeting, Wolf had placed a heavy hand on your thigh, claws lightly biting into your flesh. The pressure grew over time till blood had been drawn at the conclusion of the meeting.

The mighty hunter ordered everyone out in an instant. His thundering voice echoing back at him like a storm ready to unleash its strength. A storm you were trapped in. The ridged grasp on your poor thigh had yet to waver, even as the last Yautja evacuate the council room.

It was only a breath before Wolf had strike like a predator on its prey. In one instant, Wolf pinned you, chest down, bent over the council table. His unbearable heat blanketed your feeble body. Chitters and snarls vibrated your back and raced up your neck, creating goosebumps in their wake. The elder had you promptly at his will.

A hand found its way to your hip, claws biting through the shirt to graze your skin. You shuttered at the feeling and released a shaky breath. Those unsteady noises were drowned out by the heady, dominating growl that had blood rushing to your undeniable growing shaft. “Wo-Wolf,” you breathed his name as if it was a sin to speak a decibel louder.

Warm, thin tresses created a partial curtain. Wolf’s hand on your hip tightened. “Paya,” he murmured barely above an inhale. Then, he tore the clothing covering your waist and legs clean off. The sudden rush of air hitting the exposed skin had you yelping, thighs clenching together. As if the male wouldn’t just pry them open if he wanted to.

In an uncoordinated, rushed move, Wolf slithered a hand to the back of your knee and jerked it up. Your leg was forced onto the table. The toes on your other foot scrapped, barely touching the ground now. He had you folded into the position he wanted.

You squirmed under his hefty, muscular weight for only a moment. The Yautja snarled and snatched the back of your neck. “Stay,” he bit a domineering command that shook you to your core. Your cock jumped and bumped into the table. A hiss coming from clenched teeth at how sensitive the tip had already become.

All you could mange was a whimper and weak nod, body resting pliantly on the stone table. Wolf stayed for a few moments before pulling his weight off of you. In this position, you weren’t able to fully see his figure from the corner of your vision.

His hips were pulled away from you. Sounds of metal and leather being mess with hit your ears. Before you had the chance to act upon thoughts of disobeying him, the Yautja returned in full force.

Thick, sticky, and hot. His shaft rested at the end of your tail bone and slowly slide across your soft skin. The weight was all too familiar. But, it always felt better inside, knotted, and milked dry.

One of his hands grabbed the entire of one globe and spread it. Your tight, although, plenty stretched hole, throbbed. Without hesitance, Wolf jerked his hips back and lined up the tip. The sharp head resting between the ring of muscles.

With a single thrust, the entire length was shoved inside of you. Despite the pain of the stretch, sounds of pleasures spilled from your lips like gold. A cry echoing back at you, ringing through the chambers like a choir. In the mixture of your own sounds came with the snarl and grunts of the lethal predator taking you. His hips slapping to yours in fervor, releasing all the pent anger of the last two hours.

“W-Wolf!” you sputtered his name, hands clawing at the stone underneath you. Your nails dragged across it and couldn’t find an ounce of purchase to ground you for a moment.

“Pauk-de take it! Take it, little mate!” he spat out harshly in the wild fury of his pounding thrusts. “Those tarei’hasan are clueless.” Wolf laid more of his weight on top of you which effectively crushed you. “They had no clue to how Kainde Amedha hunt.” Sharp, lethal fangs scrapped across the skin on your neck. “Know it all’s!”

A particular thrust had you seeing stars while your body began to shake. “And I get to you use you.” Wolf clamped down on the crook of your neck, drawing blood. “All mine to release my rage on.” When your muscles fluttered around him at that last sentence, his hips stuttered with a groan. “Yeah, you pauk-de don’t mind it. Pauk-de loving it.” You practically heard the smirk in his guttural voice.

Yet, the Yautja lost himself to his frustration and need for release now. The oh-so levelheaded male was drowned in his emotions he hadn’t felt the way you were tightening on his. The way his deflated knot was already catching on your muscles.

Time slowed for the seconds leading up to an exploding climax. Everything kept building up despite this all being about Wolf releasing his frustration. At the top of this razor sharp edge, you were shoved over without a care in the world. Your cock twitch as it burst out the first rope of cum onto the underside of the table onto the ground.

Wolf snarled deafeningly straight into your ear when he felt your walls capture him in a vice grip. It forced his hips to stutter to an exasperated speed. In the heat of the moment, a hand curled around you throat. He pressed you against his chest and snarled a deep growl.

The moment he could slip out, he did only to shove the entire length of him straight back into you. A sputtering, nonsensical blabber spilled from your drooling lips. The oversensitivity far greater than you were expecting. And, you didn’t want it to stop. He let loose like a cannon destroying a fleet. This wasn’t about you. Not in any way shape or form.

A Yautja in need of release of pent up, boiling rage.

At every new slam into you had your spent cock hitting the table. The shocks of oversensitivity had your mind reeling to grab at yourself. But your muscles were locked tight, making it hard to even breathe.

“I’m the Payasaken Kainde Amedha specialist! Knowing…” his words trailed off into Yautja. A deep, nasty Yautja that had you shivering at the sounds.

He straightened up. Both of his scaly hands groped at the flesh of your cheeks and spread them as far as possible. His fire-filled eyes zeroed down on the way your abused hole was forced to stretch wide at each thrust. The way his deflated knot was shoved in then pulled back in a manner that conveyed his rage. He craved the sight of this small, vulnerable ooman struggled to take his cock. You were already a mess of wasted, spent cum and sweat blanketed your skin.

He was far from done with you.

A shift of his hips had the sharp tip of his cock driving down into your prostate then the knot to press against it. The double whammy had your vision swimming as you squirmed wildly underneath him. The overstimulation growing nearly painful.

Wolf released a threatening snarl and draped his weight over you again. Once more, without choice, you were trapped underneath. “There’s no escaping this, mate. You’re going to take what I give you.” The hand around your throat had tightened to a point that slowed the blood flow to your brain. You being to the effects of lack blood to your brain quickly.

Even in a fervorish state, Wolf knew when to release the pressure on your throat just to do it all over again three more times. Until he could smell the tall tale sign of your climax rising again. A Cheshire grin on his alien face as his thrusts begin to lose their coordination. The predator focusing on short but powerful drivers of his hips.

The hand not around your throat slithered between the two of you to press down on the small of your back. Enough to tilt your hips further down. One thrust and it was done.

Electricity shot through the taunt body of the Yautja as he slammed his hips flush to you. He bellowed a mighty roar that could be heard through the halls. The ball of flesh that sat at the base of his heft shaft swelled with a rush of blood. Ropes of hot, burning cum was milked at each squeeze of your stretched walls.

The entire frame of muscle that towered over you rested upon you like a heavy blanket. Deep, guttural breaths came from the spent creature that had just plowed you. You whimpered at the feeling of your asshole on the verge of splitting from the size of his girthy knot locked inside of you. Not a single drop of cum to be spilt past the ball of flesh nestled within you.

Purrs poured from Wolf’s throat. Sweaty, well-worn palms stroked down you side in a calming manner. Scratchy shushes falling from his mouth. “Good… good little mate. Such a good boy. Taking my knot. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Until this point, you hadn’t realize your entire body was shivering from the oversensitivity he forced upon you. You couldn’t tell if your cock or hole ached worse. You whined.

“Paya, look at you,” he murmured and stayed above you. “The feeling of you tight around my knot drives me crazy.” Wolf let an arm to curl around your torso and timidly picked up. With the size difference, Wolf kept you suspended, toes unable to touch the ground. “Makes me want to pull out and take you all over again.”

In the haze of your mind, you felt him sit back down on his chair and put you in his lap. The two of you are trapped for the unforeseeable future. Your legs were spread to be on the outside of his legs, letting the empty room see the way he has filled you. Your spent shaft lying limp, resting where your thigh meets your torso.

The purr that still resonated from him vibrated along your skin. They sent a wave of goosebumps. Your head was lolled back to rest on his chest, eyes closed. Warm, rough hands soothed the skin on your inner thighs. “You’re still so tight, mate,” he purred straight into your ear. “No matter how many times I stretch you.”

For the moment, you could only airily huff and rolled your eyes. Claws ghost down your inner thighs to stop where your cock rested. When a hand swaddled the softened shaft, you stuttered a gasp and whined in discomfort.

His hand engulfed you and added a light pressure that had you squirming in his lap. “Look at you.” There was a Chesire grin planted on his face. Little, minute spurts of post-cum escaped and pathetically down the head only to be used as lube. Wolf softly twisted his wrist. You choked on air, body tensing up. A threatening snarl tearing from the elder’s throat as he locked his muscles. “At my hands wills.”

“Soon, I have another meeting.” Wolf’s words echoed in your brain. Your body locked up, eyes snapping open to thankfully found the room still empty. Yet, you couldn’t deny the way your cock jumped at the notion. “A magnificent sight of my knot locked deep inside of you. Something to walk into. Smell, taste,” he murmured lowly and gently stroked your deflated cock.

Sparks of hot, blazing electricity fired off of ever nerve in your body. Due to the knot still inside your stretched ass, there was no place to scuttle off to. Only you could just sit there and endure the hand stroking away at a teasing but maddening pace. Every sound made was consumed by the elder’s ears in an instant. All just for him.

Before he could push you too far into a dumb state, Wolf released his hold on you. Slowly, he reached over to grab an item then pressed it to your lips. “Drink,” he commanded. Unable to fully think, you just simply listened to his order. Your lips parting to consume the liquid provided for you.

Once he was satisfied with your intake, Wolf pulled the glass away and discarded it on the table. A purr started back up like an old farm truck to vibrate your bones. You laid there, content from his hands softly petting you.

[spooky-pomegranate]

They'll Hear Us

Captain Price x F Reader (18+) 🔥🔥🔥 Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: On the eve of your first mission with Taskforce 141 your nerves have you wired. You beg Price to help you find some release but he worries the others will hear you through the walls of the dingy safe-house. Will you be able to stay quiet?

The air was thicker in Virginia than it was in London and it stuck heavily in Price’s lungs. The fire dwindling in the corner of the safehouse bedroom didn’t help his breathing much either but without it, Price worried you wouldn’t be able to sleep. It was cold inside the old creaking house and the dark clouds just outside the windows looked ready to release a snowfall at any minute.

He really should have asked Laswell for a hotel in the capitol instead of this dingy place. Someplace nice with working heaters, room service, and a spa he could have taken you to relax in. It would have meant a longer trek to the hangar in the morning, but at least you and the rest of the boys would have had a decent night's sleep.

Price stepped away from the window and threw another log into the fire before turning to look across the room. You looked peaceful tucked into the small bed in the corner. You’d fallen asleep almost immediately after getting to the safehouse. The plane ride over had taken a heavier toll on you than he’d expected. Military cargo planes were loud. He’d nearly forgotten about his first ride in one all those years ago. But the look on your face when the engines had roared to life, had reminded Price just how uncomfortable the ride could be.

He’d sat next to you on the flight and the entire ride your leg had bounced up and down, brushing back and forth against his own. Much like your tendency to speak at breakneck speeds, he knew this was a nervous habit of yours. He’d seen you do it on occasion when you felt too overwhelmed to speak your discomfort. He had wanted to reach out and hold your hand, touch your thigh, or simply lean into your ear and whisper that everything would be alright but he couldn’t. Not when the rest of the 141 could see. And if he had touched you it would have only served as fuel for distraction and he needed to keep the team focused. So as much as it had pained him he had kept his hands to himself.

Price watched as you shifted in your sleep and the blankets pulled down to reveal the curve of your neck. He felt a sudden urge to trace his fingers along that curve, to lean down and press his lips over your soft skin. But he again restrained himself from touching you and instead, he shook his head. This wasn’t the time. You needed to sleep. Tomorrow was too important.

With a heavy sigh, Price turned away from the bed and headed towards the balcony. He needed some fresh air to clear his head.

As he stepped out into the cold night, Price pulled his sweater around himself. Snow had started to fall lightly, the tiny flakes danced in the air as they drifted down to the ground. He leaned against the cold metal railing and took a deep breath, the icy air stung his lungs. He closed his eyes and listened to the quiet, the only sound came from the occasional gust of wind that rustled the trees. It was peaceful. It was relaxing.

But then the silence was interrupted. The balcony door creaked open and Price heard the sound of soft footsteps. He turned and opened his eyes. You stood in the doorway, wearing sweatpants and a thick woolen sweater. A blanket was wrapped tightly around your shoulders. But it was the way the soft orange glow of the fireplace behind you and the snowflakes caught in your hair that made his heart skip a beat. You looked heavenly. Like a vision plucked straight from his sweetest dreams.

“I had a nightmare,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the falling snow. “Just needed some air.”

Price nodded and opened his arms.

“Come here,” he said.

You stepped into his embrace and he held you tightly, rubbing your back. The snowflakes melted into your hair and your blanket, but you didn’t seem to care.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly, still holding you close. You shook your head and buried your face into his chest. He looked down at you, taking in the sight of your face, soft and sweet illuminated by the pale moonlight.

“I love you,” he murmured into the crown of your head. The words came easy.

You looked up at him.

“I love you too.”

Price pulled you closer, his hand cupping the back of your head as he leaned down to capture you in a tender kiss. Your lips were soft and supple against his. A warmth in his chest spread and grew like the fire roaring inside. A quiet whimper passed from your lips as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding along your lower lip before delving into your mouth.

For a moment, the two of you were lost, the world around you fading into oblivion. His hands slid down your back, pulling you tighter against his chest. The cold air no longer mattered, the snowflakes melting against his skin forgotten in the quiet moment.

Finally, Price pulled away, his forehead resting gently against yours as he caught his breath.

“It’s too cold out here,” he said.

“Mm’not cold,” you mumbled.

“You will be. Come on, love.”

Price took your hand and led you back into the safe house. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled you down beside him. The fire in the corner was still burning, casting a warm glow across the room. You snuggled into his side and for a while, the two of you just sat there, wrapped up in each other's arms, enjoying the quiet of the night. The fire crackled and popped in the background, sending sparks flying up the chimney.

But as the fire started to dwindle, your hands started to wander. You reached out placing a palm along his thigh and slowly your soft hand slid higher and higher. But just as you were about to run your fingers over Price’s clothed cock he quickly reached forward and grabbed your wrist.

“We can’t.”

You looked at him. Eyes wide, wanton, pleading. Begging without saying a word.

“They’ll hear.”

With a long sigh, you took your hand back from Price and it through your hair with exasperation.

“I feel like I’m going to explode, Price. I’ll be quiet. Please.”

Price knew that your nerves were getting to you. The impending what-ifs of tomorrow's mission had worked you up and coiled you tight like a knot. He knew the feeling well. That buzz, the visions of what could go wrong, the fear that you'd forgotten some minute but critically important detail. It was an awful feeling. Uncomfortable and intolerable. It had caused him nightmares too.

Over the years he had tried many different ways to quell the feeling. Alcohol. Tobacco. Endless books on every subject imaginable. But he’d never done this. He’d never reached for another person. It wasn’t like he normally had a warm body in his bed the night before a mission. And while he knew that he could coax you out of your uneasiness he couldn’t help you like this. Not when the others could hear. It wasn’t a good idea.

But then you spoke… and your words broke his resolve.

“I’ll be quiet, baby. I promise you. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you.”

Fucking hell.

You’d never called him that before. Baby. It flipped a switch in Price. He could feel the blood in his veins quicken. And without a second thought his hands reached for you, touching you everywhere he could, ripping every piece of clothing from your body that got in his way.

Price pulled his own sweater over his head and you reached for his belt. Your anxious fingers fumbled against the leather and you huffed out an exasperated breath of air. The metal buckle slipped from your hands.

“It’s okay, love. Lay back. I’ll take care of you.”

You did as he asked, quickly crawling into the center of the bed. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as Price undid his buckle and kicked off his pants and underwear. You squirmed, impatient and more eager than he’d ever seen you before. Your hands fisted in the sheets, clutching them so tightly your knuckles were turning white.

Usually, Price would take his time with you and worship every inch of skin you offered to him with sweet kisses, licks, and bites. But he knew that wasn’t what you needed. That would be tortuous and cruel of him. Right now you needed relief and he would do anything to give it to you. Especially when you looked at him like you were now.

He crawled over you and you eagerly spread your legs apart. Price leaned in, resting his lips against the shell of your ear as you wrapped your arms and legs around him. Even in this cold room, Price thought every inch of your skin felt hot like you were on fire.

“Can you take me like this?” he whispered.

“Yes. Yes. Please, baby please.”

Fuck there you went again calling him that sweet name. Who was he to deny you?

Price slowly pushed into you. Giving you his cock inch by inch. He could tell it was agonizing for you, going this slow. He knew you needed all of him but he’d never jumped straight to fucking you like this. He’d always worked you open with his mouth or his fingers, stretching you in preparation for what was to come.

And fuckkkk... you were so fucking tight without it.

Your soaking wet cunt was just as desperate as your mouth had been begging and pleading for him. You were gripping him so possessively Price felt like you were pulling him further inside you. It was intoxicating. He wasn’t sure he’d last long but he was going to try as hard as he could.

He picked up his pace. Plunging deep inside of you over and over again. The sounds of skin against skin and your pitifully hushed moans filled the room.

“Is that what you needed, love? Needed my cock like this?” he whispered softly into your ear, biting down on your lobe when you didn’t answer him right away.

You pulled your head from Price’s shoulder and just as he thought you were going to finally answer him, a pathetically loud moan passed from your pretty pink lips. Price panicked. He stopped his movements and quickly slapped his hand over your mouth before pushing you back into the pillow.

“Shhhh. Not so loud, love. You promised you’d be good.” Tears pricked in your eyes. “Can you do that? Can you be good for me?”

You nodded underneath Price’s large calloused hand. He started to move again, setting another fast pace. Your body was shaking as you clung to him. Your hands frantically digging into his back and neck. Price snapped his hips harder and he felt the skin on his back break open. He knew he’d have painful marks tomorrow but he didn’t care. You needed this. You deserved this.

Then suddenly your wet warm tongue darted out and licked against his hand. Price’s hips faltered. His cock twitched. Fuck. That had nearly been enough to make him come. But he couldn’t come. No. Not yet. You had to be first. He wanted you spent before he was going to spill inside you. Shit. You felt so good. He needed to get you there now.

Price wrapped his hands around both of your shoulders and pulled you down onto his cock impaling you over and over and over again as hard as he could. He closed his eyes tight, trying to will himself not to come inside you.

He could feel your pulse throbbing rapidly as he slammed into you. He angled his hips upward to reach that spot inside you that normally made you whine and mewl and cry out his name.

“Come on, sweetheart. Be a good girl.” Price whispered, panting hard as sweat dripped from his brow. “Come for me.”

You spasmed. He knew this was it.

“Price, I…”

He pulled away from your shoulder so he could watch your face, but when you parted your lips he worried you were going to scream. So he quickly covered your mouth again. Your eyes rolled back and you bit down on his hand.

The pain. The pleasure.

Price was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that he couldn't breathe. He couldn’t think. He couldn't focus on anything but the way you were clenching and contracting, greedily trying to milk his cock as you came around him.

Fuck it was hard not to come. His cock twitched again, desperate for release, but he fought to stay in control. He wasn’t done. It wasn’t time. You were still coming and he wanted you to ride out your high for one simple reason. Price was selfish. His favorite part of sex with you was indulging in every single aspect of your undoing. And he wasn’t going to deny himself his favorite sin. He loved the feeling of every quiver and every muscle spasm you made as you came apart. He loved the way your hands tightly circled around his body. He loved the way your eyes widened and your chin tilted toward the ceiling. He loved knowing that no one else in the world could make you feel the way he did.

He loved it all too much to be distracted by his own release. And so he restrained himself.

Price watched as you slowly came down from your orgasm. Your once desperate clutch against him slowly released, your fingers uncurled from his back and neck. The tension in your body wayned into sweet and blissful relaxation. Only once you stilled completely did Price let his hand slip away from your mouth before sinking his head into your shoulder. Then with a low groan, he pushed in as hard as he could and held himself deeply within you.

His orgasm was powerful. More powerful than he’d expected. He bit down on your shoulder to keep himself quiet. Or as quiet as he could be. Fuckkkkkk you felt so good. And you tasted even better. Salty from sweat and slightly smokey from the fire.

“Price…” you whispered, your voice hoarse and slightly dry.

He lifted his head to see you. Your back was arched and your eyes were squinted shut. Sweat matted down your hair and the muscles in your neck and arms twitched as you silently struggled to keep still.

“Was I good?”

Were you good? Price couldn’t help but laugh.

“Good?” Price leaned down to kiss you, his lips gently meeting yours. “You were perfect. You always are, love.”

You smiled and Price’s heart felt full.

It wasn’t much longer until you both fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. If only he had known what was coming he would have stayed with you in bed forever. But eventually, the morning came and so did the mission.

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[tanadrin]

🔥black holes

i don't have any controversial opinions about black holes, so here's a fun fact: when clouds of hydrogen have very low metallicity (i.e., non-hydrogen content) they can do things that are pretty uncommon in the present universe, what with all the supernova gunk lying around and stuff.

in the very early universe, when all stars were massive population III stars, some proto-stars might have been large enough to collapse into black holes as they formed; the outer layers of these ultramassive protostars could have been heavy enough to resist being blown off by the resulting release of energy, so that you had a shell of hydrogen surrounding a black hole, being heated by the energy being released from that black hole's accretion disk--enough to resist the gravitational pressure to collapse further.

the result would have been a massive black-hole powered star called a quasi-star, in the neighborhood of 10 million solar masses, with radii of nearly 200 AU. for comparison, one of the largest stars known, VY Canis Majoris, has a radius of about six AU, and a mass of about 17 solar masses.

quasi-stars would have had short lifespans--only about 7 million years. but they are candidates for intermediate mass black holes which later go on to form the supermassive black holes at the center of galaxies.