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Lizzie Saltzman

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ᕕʕ •ₒ• ʔ୨ 💮🪱 ᅠïഒ

[baenuit]

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𝟢𝟨'ㅤ 𝖡𝖮𝖮𝖪ㅤ 𝖿𝗍. ㅤ𝖩𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾.

art.

sou uma galeria, poeta abstrata, colecionando obras afim de encontrar o significado por trás de mim mesma.

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𝟣 ㅤ𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾̄𝗇.ㅤ 𝖽─𝗅𝗂́𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌 ㅤ𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗈𝗌

𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗒𝗈̄ㅤ  '꽃ㅤ  𝖾·𝖼𝗈·𝖺𝗋ㅤ 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌ㅤ 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌.

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎̄𝗓𝗎ㅤ𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝗌 ㅤ♡︎ ㅤ𝖿𝗈𝗍𝗈 · 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗌

𝗈ㅤ 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋ㅤ 𝖽𝗈ㅤ 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋ㅤ - ㅤ𝖺𝗂𝗃𝗈̄.

  

𝗆𝗈𝗇  𝖼𝗈𝖾𝗎𝗋  ♡︎  庭.  𝗂𝗌  𝖺  𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾  𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗒,  𝗂𝗇  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌  𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝗆𝗒  '𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍  𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌  𝖿𝗈𝗋  ──𝗒𝗈𝗎.

  

♥︎ ㅤ   𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗌 ㅤ  とげ   ㅤ𝖽𝖾   ㅤ𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗈.

𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅,ㅤ ☁️ㅤ ���𝖾𝖺𝗎ㅤ 𝗈𝖾𝗎𝗏𝗋𝖾 ㅤ𝖽 ' 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾

香り`ㅤㅤ𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈 ㅤㅤ❀ㅤㅤ𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖾.

𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖾 ㅤ'𝗇𝖽ㅤ𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 ㅤ𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌

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the poetic notes of the piano make me feel like a poet; I can feel the vibration of the melody meeting my heart, I feel alive and express my feelings.

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[lilac-dreamxxz]

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Caso pegue comente "pg"

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Mr. Badgley

Penn Badgley x Fem!Reader

summary: you can't stop thinking about your married piano teacher, Mr. Badgley. and one day he slides under the instrument to show you how much he's been thinking about you too.

wc: 1k

cw: age gap (reader 19, Penn late thirties), cheating, piano teacher x student, pussy eating, fingering, female masturbation

Sundays are your favorite days, especially ones like this when the clouds hang low with a murky swirl in the sky. You're nineteen, and college is kicking your ass but you promised yourself you wouldn't think about the papers due when you're here, at Mr. Badgley's house.

You found his ad on craigslist, piano lessons..fifty bucks an hour you would've scrolled past it until you saw him, and his family. You felt safer in a random man's house when his wife and newborn baby were in the same room with you. So you started going there, ever since your freshman year.

Your raggedy car rolllsss to stop and you get out to see the lonely house, picked apart to be perfect, not a single thing out of place... except yourself.

His wife answers the door a few minutes after knocking, the cold biting your bare legs as you run in for warmth, completely missing her scowl at your lack of kicking the mat with your dirty boots.

Mr. Badgley offers you a warm smile, hair combed perfectly, sweater ironed and pants straight like every weekend. His eyes always look a little empty when you come. His wife jingles her keys around her finger as she readjusts the baby on her hip

"I'm going out, be done when I'm home" the same line. Every week. You smile her way but she doesn't pay mind to it, leaving you and her husband to play. you turn to Mr. Badgley but he's already walking to the connecting living room of the tiny house, sitting on the worn bench as he slides the fallboard up.

You sit next to him as he wears an excited smile, when he's like this, playing with you, it doesn't seem orchestrated by his wife. Every move he makes is analyzed by her, except this. The only reason he's allowed to do this is because they needed the extra money.

"Let's start where we left off last week, yes?" he asked and you nodded, you inhaled the mixture of musk and old books that surrounded the pianist as he began the background cords. his eyes are on you, they shine as his spine relaxes into the music and you begin your part. fingers dancing over keys as you try to remember the pattern

Your eyes squeezed shut once you messed the keys up. He smiles softly and lets a laugh out of his nose at your reaction

"Like this," his larger palm rests on top of yours as he guides your fingers, you nod and try again.

Soon enough an hour passes and you both rise from the bench and you dig into your purse for the fifty bucks you crumpled into it this morning, but, warm hands slide on top of your shoulder and the older man shakes his head.

"No need" he grins and tries to send you off but you insist, grabbing the money but he pushes you out the door.

"I will not have you pay for something that I enjoy just as much, Y/n, have a lovely week" The door softly shuts and you're left stunned.

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You roll around your dorm bed, restless as the man's words keep ringing in your head. Why didn't he let you pay?

Maybe you're being dramatic. But it isn't like the Badgleys are set either.

You shut your eyes in a huff, suffocating yourself in the pillow under you as you replay the keys in an attempt to lull you asleep

But it isn't just the keys you're thinking about...

It's how his hand guided yours, it's how he looked at you when it was your part to play, it's his scent, it's his being. It's driving you mad.

You arch your back slowly, fingers sliding down your body until you get to your aching core. slick-filled fingers rubbing yourself at the thought of your teacher's hands touching you, grabbing you, loving you.

You moan into the pillow, legs shaking as you cream around your fingers, the thought of him drives you wild.

So just how will you act the next time you see him?

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Before you know it, it's Sunday and you're back at the Badgleys, with his wife announcing her departure and the formal greetings of you and your teacher, you're back at that bench, side by side.

He starts the cords, and you follow trying to calm your shaking legs as you think about what fueled you that night. You couldn't even look him in the eyes this session.

His hand softly squeezes your bare thigh and you look back at the man.

"You're completely off" he informs you and you don't think your face could get redder.

"I-I'm so sorry...let's try again" you panic but his thumb rubs loving circles on your flesh.

"You usually think the world ends when you mess up, but you kept playing this time, you're mind is somewhere else Ms. Y/n."

"Sorry Mr. Badgley" you murmur

"Talk to me, get it off your chest so we can get back to playing" he smiles and you nod slowly

"...Why didn't you let me pay last time?" you ask, he stops for a moment as the hand on your thigh now rests on his face as he thinks for a moment.

"I just feel like, something so pleasurable shouldn't be bought," he says above a whisper and you feel your entire face glow, and he must have noticed with how he laughs.

"Not those pleasures, Ms. Y/n" he smiles and you don't think you've ever been so embarrassed. But when his laughter stops, his eyes swirl softly into something darker, in that moment you feel exposed to every thought as he eyes you.

He stands, hands finding your shoulders

"Keep playing"

You take a shaky breath as your thighs begin to shake once more, fingers finding the keys as you start the song

"Good," he whispers, his scents overwhelming you now as you feel almost dizzy while playing, you barely notice how he slips under the piano.

"Mr. Badgley, what are you doing?" you gasp as his dark brown eyes gaze up at you

"Keep.playing" he says sternly, and with a swallow, you keep going

He kisses your knees and you feel yourself sticking to your panties as he spreads them apart.

He has a wife. He has a kid. What are you doing?

"You're doing great" he huffs, kissing your thighs, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as his fingers dance up to your panties.

He pulls them down slowly, your wetness sticking to the fabric before they are lost in his pockets

Your bare pussy is in front of your teacher's face as he rubs up and down your thighs taking a shaky breath in

You slam the keys as his tongue licks up your pussy, he moans into you before forcing you to scoot closer into his face, his hands wrapping around your ass as he slurps and moans at your cunt.

"Mr.- fuck" you cry, hands climbing to try and stop your moans as your hips buck up to hump his face

"You taste so so good" he groans, making out with your pussy as he sucks at your clit just to tongue fuck your hole

Hot tears flow down your face as he stares up at you, watching you come undone for him.

You shake around him, orgasm approaching closer with every lick, he sucks on your slit before adding a long finger to your hole. You throw your head back as he fingers you, flicking his tongue relentlessly as his finger curls inside you.

You feel him whine and moan against your pussy, and when you look down you see him gripping and grabbing at his hard-on as he eats you out. You cry as that sends you over and you cum around his finger

You're panting as he curls his fingers a few more times before shoving it into his mouth and licking you clean, you're shaking and wide-eyed as hair sticks to your face and he crawls out from under the piano

Right, weren't you two supposed to be playing right now? Isn't his wife about to be home and he's sucking his fingers because they still taste like you?

He helps you off the bench and you stare into the stained cushion but he turns your chin to him before kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue before breaking it off with a simple

"My wife is on her way...see you in our next session Ms. Y/n"

And you can't wait for next Sunday.

an: lmk how obvious it is idk anything about pianos. This is based on a dream I had last night 😵‍💫🖤 I hope you liked it <333

[ecojinri]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ྀི ꒰͡⠀𐙚⠀͡꒱  ༘⠀₊ one of the girls 𓂂⠀ ྀི𖣁𓈒

[poetfolie]

jeᅠt'aime.

[mafleur]

𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑺. 

❝ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍. 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾.  ❞

𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞 of a 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫 in garden ✿ ／ she 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 with bravery and courage for the freedom.

❛❛ 聖徒之戰 ❜❜ the last enemy falls, while the 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 blade continues to cry blood.

(act)ㅤㅤ 𝒊𝒗.ㅤㅤ inside the 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫 is the castle of a warrior loyal to his goddess.

miss 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐚 ﹙ strength. 勇氣 ﹚ the arc of justice 上升 ／ 𝐰𝐚𝐫. 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗. victory for us. 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 敵人.

𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐚 ❛ ( ... ) with haunting melody, like a trumpet from majestic 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐦.

[tsuki-web]

ᰵᰨ ֹ 🍢 ִ 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂ᥱ ֹ ִ 🖖🏻᳟ ֹ 𝖻⍺𝗂𝗅𝖾 ִ ֹ 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈 ۪ 🥢 ֹ 𑂔 ִ

𝄁𝄃 𝄂𝄃𝄁𝄂𝄃 ׅ ࣪ ⍺𝖻⍺𝖼⍺𝗍ᥱ ◌ ͢ ּ 🍵̷ ݂

ꉹ ֹ 🐛⃞ ⃞ ฺ ֹ 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗍⍺𝗌 ֹ ✿ ִ ֹ 𝖾 𝖼⍺𝖼⍺𝗎 ִ 🪴๋᳟ ֹ ִ ෑ

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[rubyjane]

𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗌 ☆

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ㅤ 一ㅤ wᧉ ɑrᧉ dɑnc𐑦ng ɑgɑ𐑦n in ɑ....

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