#except the camera angle was lower

[simplyghosting]

Losing my mind trying to find a demo game disc (that may or may not have been from Mac addict) back or before the early 2000s that had you playing as a tiny character in the grass/outside and there were big enemies that I kid you not looked like this

LIKE FROM PIKMIN

And I know it was real because even my mom says she remembers it!!

[pbpressure]

capture | p.b

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff (reader sounds a little clingy but its cute), fingering (reader receiving), oral (paige receiving), some yearning, hair pulling, slight dom sub dynamics but nothing too serious. lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 3.3k (slight pwp, cmon act like you know me)

summary: paige and reader are out of the country but want to be inside each other LMAO

authors note: i don’t even know what to call this, i barely proofread it. i’ve honestly been having such a hard time writing but hopefully this suffices for now! munch madness i mean march madness is upon us hehe

enjoy! x

when paige told you that she booked you two a getaway for spring break you had no idea that it would be this luxurious.

the room alone was huge. windows covering an entire wall from ceiling to floor. most surfaces were covered in beautiful decor and the bed faced the humongous pool that sat just beyond the deck outside. it was perfect.

you couldn’t actually fuss about the cost or how hard it must’ve been to book because paige was quick to hush you with a kiss on your forehead and mutter how she’d always “do anything for you.”

the vacation honestly felt more like you both ran away. off of your phones for days, with the exception of checking in with family and taking numerous photos. although it wasn’t intentionally secretive that made it even more enjoyable.

the beach, which you had visited every day thus far due to its close proximity, was perfect. the area surrounding your villa nice and quiet as well. 

of course with the extra rest time that comes with a vacation you had encouraged paige to rest, that’s all you wanted for the both of you. but after the first two days you realized that even you could only nap so much. 

today after a little more exploring the amenities of your villa you did lay down together and close your eyes for a bit. when you open them again you don’t know how much time has passed, but paige was knocked out of course.

you had been awake for a good 20 minutes. in your defense you did try to close your eyes again but it was unsuccessful.

your body was draped over paige’s, one of her hands resting naturally on your thigh that was slung across her hips. her bicep flexed slightly as it was propping her head up on the pillow. you catch yourself silently chuckling when you realize you were just staring at her in awe.

it was all so domestic. from the sleeping position to the way that one of the only noises you could hear were little puffs of air from paige’s parted lips. if you could capture the feeling into one world it would be complete. or maybe absolute.

you’re aching at this point from craning your neck to gawk at paige and you honestly feel ridiculous for how long you’ve been laying like this.

with the urge to bask in the sun and swim a little you gently turn over, lifting paige’s arm from you. you slip out of bed, careful not to wake her and you quietly get changed and head outside. 

the wide window in the room gave her a clear view of the pool. hopefully she’d wake up, see you perched in a chair, and come join you.

her nap actually lasts way longer than you anticipated and you were getting antsy. you read your book until you couldn't anymore and switched your lying position too many times to count. it had already been about an hour and a half since you’d got up from the bed and paige was still asleep.

the sun was starting to set and you hoped she would get up soon, but alas the impatience was becoming a bit painful. 

you pick up your phone deciding to text paige and immediately open the camera. putting a slight pout in your lips you take a selfie, tits perky and in frame. then you flip the camera and angle your phone down to get your entire lower body and the pool in one picture. you take the photo, press send and quickly type up something to emphasize on the amount of notifications she’d get. 

*buzz* 1 attachment 

*buzz* p, can you nap faster? i’m…bored.

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of course paige was still on dnd so naturally you pressed the notify anyway button. sighing in contentment you decide to get up off your ass (hardly) and sit in the hot tub that was adjacent, waiting for your girlfriend.

your texts didn’t wake paige, she had already started tossing and turning a bit ago signaling the end of her nap.

however, when she did pick up the phone after realizing you were no longer lying beside her she felt her eyes go so wide that they could have bulged out of her head.

she looks at both the pictures you sent and exhales sharply, running a hand over her face in disbelief.

the blonde couldn’t help but glance outside, eyes instantly making contact with your bikini clad figure. she bit her lip as her eyes ran up and down your body.

your hair had gotten wet and began to cling to your chest and neck that was now glistening and catching a slight glow from the fluorescent lights in the hot tub. your lips were glossy, as always, and they were parted while you let out what looked like a sigh.

she lifts her phone from the bed swiping the camera icon at the bottom of the screen.

these photos were for her, but also to show you how good you really did look.

your head is slightly tilted to the side when she snaps the photo. you’re standing to adjust yourself so your hips come up to the surface of the water. she almost drools looking back at the way she had captured you before she presses the blue arrow in the text bar. 

getting up and changing out of her clothes and into her swimsuit she hurries outside. 

when you hear the sliding door your attention is on paige as she makes her way to the hot tub.

your eyes light up and you grin, pleased to see her awake. when you notice that she’s getting in the water, you have to force yourself not to stare.

her abdomen toned and flexing with each step she took. chest exposed and already showing a tan as a result of earlier time spent in the sun.

“so you missed me?” paige breaks the silence once she’s settled into the water across from you.

“don’t act shocked.” you scoff.

“oh, i’m not. it’s just…cute ‘s all.” she says, lifting her eyebrow a bit and stifling a giggle when she sees you roll your eyes.

“i sat out here for almost two hours while you slept, it got boring fast. plus i knew you’d want to watch the sunset so i hoped you’d wake up in time.”

paige’s heart swells at the confession. she had just been a threshold away from you asleep and still the only thing on your mind. it was never a secret between the two of you or to anyone else how obsessed you were with each other. but that didn’t mean it got old. 

“as great as it is to rest, i'm glad i woke up in time to catch the sunset,” paige starts. “and you in this…this bikini?”

“what do you mean? it is a bikini.” you contest, raising your own eyebrow now and anticipating how paige would admit that your bathing suit barely covering anything was causing her own skin to run hot.

her cheeks are beet red and she purses her lips together to stop herself from smiling like an idiot.

“you know exactly what i mean.” she mutters, voice suggestive. 

you do fully giggle this time, leaning your head back. when you’re done laughing you unintentionally press your entire body forward for a second when you rest your arms on the sides of the hot tub. 

you watch the blonde across from you lick her lips as her eyes travel straight to your tits, back up to your face, and then to your tits one last time before she opens her mouth once more.

“I loved the photos by the way. can’t say they compare to having you right here within my reach, but you look amazing.”

“thank you baby. wanna say it again and look me in the eyes this time?”

tonguing her cheek to hold in a laugh she shakes her head. partially because she was caught ogling and partially at how bratty you were being.

“i can show you better than i can tell you.”

“yeah?” you taunt, tilting your head.

“get over here.”

you practically pounce on her with how quickly you travel from your end of the water to her lap. she wastes no time grabbing your hips so you’re comfortably straddling her.

you let out a hiss when she presses your hips down, forcing you to sit on her completely. you had been riled up since she stepped outside, the friction on your clit from the material of your swim bottoms wasn’t helping.

paige brings a wet hand up to cradle your chin, turning your head to face her completely. she pulls you closer, not kissing you yet.

“you really are so gorgeous, you know that?” paige mutters, lips ghosting over yours.

“p, have you seen yourself? cmon now–“ 

“this isn’t about me, baby.” 

she stops you mid thought with a soft peck on the lips. although it’s feather light a smack sounds between you both at how quickly it happened.

you whine when she pulls back and you don’t miss how she smirks at your reaction.

“don’t be a brat.”

“okay, then kiss me.” you groan, bringing your arms above the water to wrap around her neck, closing the bit of distance that's between your lips.

it’s already warm in the water that’s ricocheting against the walls of the hot tub and your bodies, but the way that paige moans into your mouth when she kisses you back heats you up more.

for a while you’re just kissing like horny teenagers. it’s sloppy and wet and you pull away panting a little. 

you run your hands through paige’s hair and study her features before leaning in to kiss her again, stopping just barely before your lips meet. she closes her eyes in anticipation but opens them after she realizes you’re not gonna kiss her. 

“like i was saying,” you whisper, struggling to hold eye contact when you feel her breath hitch against your lips. 

“i could look at you all day.” you lean in, intending just to give her a peck like she did you earlier. but the moment your lips lock one of her hands is holding you by the back of the neck, it was firm but she knew you weren’t gonna pull away.

she parts your lips with her tongue and it’s your turn to moan into her mouth. you can’t help the grinding of your hips, rutting against her eager for your clit to make contact with part of her somehow. she takes note of this and takes her hand off of your neck, it disappears under the water quickly. 

she uses two fingers to push your bathing suit to the side, immediately pressing onto your clit. you pull back from the kiss to gasp, eyes heavy as you try to keep them open and on paige.

“just look? i mean, i’m flattered but there’s a lot that i’d rather do to you all day.” she trails off, now circling your clit with her fingers, watching your reaction intently.

“f-fuck, you know what i m-mean. i always want to look at you, kiss you, touch and feel you. i’m so in love with you baby. you’re so good to me.” you ramble, bucking your hips to signal that you wanted her fingers inside.

“yeah?” she was mocking you. “sure you’re not just saying that because you want something from me right now?” 

her voice was low and her eyes never left yours. hearing her say that while her hand was between your legs caused you to clench around nothing.

of course it wasn’t true, and you both knew it, before you could give her any attitude her middle and ring finger were thrusting into your cunt. 

“p, oh my god–“ you don’t even finish your sentence.

the ease in which the heel of her palm met your clit was almost embarrassing. it was like your pussy was made to take her fingers. 

your jaw goes slack, and you struggle to breathe out for a split second. since you were on top of her she was already prodding at the spongy spot you knew all too well, each thrust making you shudder and clench harder around her fingers.

“‘s so good, so deep!” you pant.

“i know pretty girl,” she pants, placing kisses your chest. her tongue is hot when it comes in contact with the same spots she pecked. she uses her free hand to move your hips until you get the idea and start riding her fingers, already close to your release from how long you'd waited to have her.

“keep it up, i can feel how close you are baby.” she says, voice muffled by the skin of your tits that she’s still burying her face in.

it doesn’t take long for your hips to begin to circle messily, your eyes are squeezed shut and your entire body is on fire. 

curling her fingers as they drilled into your hole, paige uses her thumb to fondle your clit. not letting up on her thrusts she leans forward to tongue your nipple through your bikini top and your head falls back as you let out a sound that mimics sob. you take in one sharp breath before letting out a moan that’s borderline pornographic. 

paige’s eyes are on you, watching your face and body contort with pleasure. her lips are parted, eyebrows furrowed, and she’s moaning occasionally too with the way your cunt was fluttering around her fingers. she was getting off on this just as much as you were.

“shit! p-please don’t stop, i’m so close.” you choke, hands gripping onto her shoulders like she had intentions to run away.

“you wanna cum for me?” she coos, once again in a mocking manner.

you attempt to nod but paige starts making a scissoring motion inside of you with her fingers and you’re already feeling static from head to toe. 

you do cum, literally into the palm of her hand. she can’t hide how badly she’s into this shit and you can feel her smiling against your skin as she kisses any part of you that her lips can reach, milking you through the rest of your high. 

when you’re starting to catch your breath you feel paige curl her fingers inside you again. 

choking on a mixture of a scream and a moan you have to reach down and hold her wrist to stop her from stimulating you more.

“p that’s enough, what about you?” you ask, already licking your lips at the thought of getting to have your way with her next.

“what about me?” she responds, placing another hot kiss on your neck and making zero effort to move from her current position: beneath you with her hand between your legs.

“i want to taste you. please?” you whisper the last part. it came out as more of a plea than you realized but you didn’t care. 

on wobbly legs you stand, pulling paige to her feet as well. 

she towers over you, bending down to kiss you again. you kiss back hungrily and place your hands on her hips and guide her to sit on the edge of the hot tub.

she parts her legs for you and you grip onto her thighs with gentle hands. looking up at her as you kneel and begin to pepper light kisses on her damp skin. her breathing gets harder the closer you get to where she wants to feel you the most.

“you were just begging to taste me, don’t tease me.” paige groans, placing a hand on the back of your head to guide you. 

you place an open mouthed kiss on her clit through her swim bottoms and she shudders at the feeling. using two fingers you pull them to the side and kiss the same spot, this time skin to skin.

paige gasps, the hand that was on the back of your head threading through your hair for a better grip. 

you lift your other hand and use two fingers to part her lips. as slow as you can manage you lick sloppily from her clit to her hole and your eyes roll back into your head when you feel her gush into your mouth. 

“fuck!” paige whines, throwing her head back. 

you relax your jaw and stick your tongue out again, shaking your head from side to side, intentionally making a little extra noise to add to the crudeness of the act.

paige’s chest is rising and falling rapidly as she pants, simultaneously trying to watching you pleasure her. when you both lock eyes you moan and take her clit between your lips sucking on it messily. 

this sends her into a frenzy. 

although paige was never afraid to be vocal with you, this was possibly the loudest she had ever been during oral. you’re gloating mentally as you start literally making out with her cunt. 

it’s lewd and you love it, clearly she does too. you feel her thighs start to close around your head and when you force them apart you watch her throw her head back and reach up to play with her nipples.

“you’re doing so good for me baby, it’s almost like you were made for this.” paige groans, pulling on your hair a little harder than she had intended, almost cumming from the moan you let out against her.

“i was made for you.” you pull back and pant before lowering your head again and thrusting your tongue into her, using your thumb to circle her clit.

paige is a babbling mess and you can feel her start to thrash around slightly.

“f-fuck! i’m almost there.” she manages to spit out, a yelp following as her thighs start to shake.

it doesn't take much more and as soon as you can hear her you can taste her. she cums, hot and immediately coating your lips and chin. 

paige’s back is arched as she tries to close her legs around your head. you’re pussy drunk and have no intentions of pulling back despite the way that she’s nearly sobbing every time you flick her aching clit with your tongue. 

one final harsh tug at your hair causes you to pull away from her breathing heavily and with a groan. instantly she’s pulling you to your feet and against her body. 

when you’re face to face you’re obsessed with how fucked out paige looks. her lips pink and puffy, eyes glossed over, and hair a mess.

when she pulls you in your lips make contact and you smirk into the kiss at the thought of her being so eager to taste herself.

after a few more sloppy languid kisses you drop your head to her shoulder and she leans forward,

submerging you both into the warm water once again.

“that was so sexy.” you mutter, voice hoarse. 

“you need to wear this bikini anytime we are near a body of water, for the rest of this trip.” paige says, causing a giggle to bubble in your chest that pressed against hers.

“whatever you say, p.” you reply, tone singsong like.

your back hits the wall of the other side of the hot tub and paige wraps your legs around her waist and stands again.

reaching behind you towards your towel and other belongings you grab your phone, thinking of how much you wanted to capture this moment.

when the screen lights up and you see the last text you received your mouth opens in shock and you can’t help the way that your cheeks rise. you're grinning like an idiot.

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i need that.

“paige!” you say, looking up from behind your phone to catch her already smiling back at you, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

“i mean...i got it, didn’t i?”

[girlrotterr]

— "𝘚𝛨𝛦'𝘚 𝐺𐒆𝑇 𝛭𝑌 𝛢𝑇𝑇𝛦𝛮𝑇𝐼𐒆𝛮."

𝑃𝛢𝐼𝑅𝐼𝛮𝐺: photographer!ellie x model!reader

𝘚𝑌𝛮𐒆𝑃𝘚𝐼𝘚: You were hired as a model for a series of photoshoots at a local studio. At first, ellie, the photographer, seemed proffessional. But over time, things shifted. You started noticing how her eyes lingered. It wasn't supposed to be anything more than a job.

The studio lights hummed softly above you, casting a warm glow that blended with the late afternoon sun filtering through tall, industrial windows. You had just finished another set of photos, shifting your posture as you stretched your limbs and brushed the stray strands of hair from your face. Ellie, the company’s photographer, adjusted her camera, checking the lens with her usual furrowed brow, muttering something inaudible. She had been the photographer for nearly every project you’d worked on in the past few months, and though she had started off quietly professional, something about her behavior had changed lately.

“Can we do one more set?” ellie had asked, her voice casual but laced with that familiar insistence. “I think I’m getting some weird glare on the lens again. The lighting’s off.”

You nodded, as you had done so many times before. At first, it was easy to believe her. Every photographer had technical problems now and then. But lately, the excuses had piled up. She often claimed the lighting was wrong, or her camera wasn't calibrated correctly, always needing just one more shot, another angle. You weren’t naive—you had noticed how her eyes lingered, not just on your form, but on the space between you two, as if there was some unspoken tension she couldn’t quite place.

Ellie adjusted the lights once more, her fingers moving swiftly, an air of practiced skill surrounding her. But there was something else beneath her careful professionalism—a kind of nervousness you hadn’t seen in her when she first started. Now, her eyes were always on you, watching, studying. The distance between the two of you felt smaller with each session, though she never said much. It was like she was drawn to you but didn’t know how to express it—except through the lens of her camera.

“Alright,” she murmured, stepping back to her place behind the camera. “Let’s start.”

You took your position again, moving through the motions of posing—each one more natural than the last as you had grown used to the rhythm of these shoots. Ellie’s camera clicked rapidly, capturing each angle, each shift in expression. But her eyes, when she lowered the camera between shots, spoke of something more than just professionalism. There was an intensity, a quiet obsession that seemed to be growing every time she looked at you through that viewfinder.

“Ellie, is the camera still acting up?” you had asked, breaking the silence. Your tone was light, but the question carried weight.

She fumbled with the camera for a moment, her fingers awkwardly turning the settings as if distracted. “Yeah, just...it’s weird. I don’t know what’s going on with it.” But the way her voice faltered made it clear that wasn’t the truth. You could feel it in the air—the camera wasn’t the problem.

When she lowered the camera again, her gaze lingered, this time more open, less guarded. She studied you, not just through her equipment but in a way that felt personal, too personal for a professional relationship.

“You don’t have to keep pushing these extra sessions, you know. I think the shots are more than fine,” you had said, meeting her gaze directly for the first time. You weren’t accusing her, just...curious.

 At first, she had been quiet, distant even, but over time, that reserve melted away, replaced by an almost magnetic pull. You could see it in the way she always scheduled more shoots than needed, the way her presence lingered even after the sessions ended.

Ellie shifted her weight uncomfortably, biting her lower lip as she considered your words. “I—yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s just... I’m a bit of a perfectionist. Maybe I’ve been pushing it too much.”

There was a brief pause, filled with the ambient hum of the lights and the distant sound of traffic outside. You could leave it at that, but something in you wanted to dig deeper, to see what was really going on beneath the surface.

“Is that all it is?” you had asked softly, taking a step closer, breaking the professional boundary just enough to see how she reacted. Her breath hitched slightly, and her eyes flickered down for a moment before meeting yours again, this time with something like vulnerability.

“I don’t know,” Ellie admitted quietly, her voice almost a whisper now. “I guess I’ve just... I’ve really enjoyed working with you. A little too much, maybe.” She rubbed the back of her neck, her usual confident stance now awkward, almost exposed. “I didn’t want to make things weird, but...it’s hard not to look at you, you know? Not just for the job, but…”

The tension hung in the air between you two, a confession that had been building in the silence of every photoshoot, in every extra session that wasn’t really necessary. It felt heavy, yet it was something you had sensed for a while.

You took a breath, considering your words. There was a part of you that felt the weight of her attraction, her quiet, lingering fascination. But it wasn’t just a one-sided thing. You had seen the way Ellie opened up when she was around you—the subtle changes in her usually guarded demeanor, the way her humor slipped out in moments where the conversation stretched beyond work.

“I’ve noticed,” you replied, your voice more intimate. Ellie blinked, unsure how to respond.

She cleared her throat and stepped back, breaking eye contact for the briefest of moments, and then gestured to her camera again. “One more shot?” she asked, almost sheepishly. There was a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips now, a little more open, a little less guarded.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Yeah, alright. Just one more.”

Your moans echoed through the studio, mingling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as Ellie’s hand gripped your ass, guiding you up and down on her strap. Each movement sending jolts of pleasure through you.

The air was thick with heat, the lingering scent of sweat mixing with leather. Ellie’s eyes were dark with hunger, filled with a desperate need that matched your own.

“So fucking good for me,” she huffed, her voice thick with lust, as she pushed you deeper. The weight of her body pressed against yours, every thrust igniting a spark of ecstasy that made you moan with pleasure.

“Keep going, baby,” she urged, her fingers digging into your flesh as she guided your movements. “You’re doing so well.” Her voice was a low, sultry whisper that wrapped around you, fueling the fire burning inside. You could feel her warmth, the heat radiating from her body making you dizzy.

“Ellie…” you gasped, the sound slipping from your lips as you sank down hard onto her strap, the pressure sending shockwaves of pleasure. The way she watched you, her eyes dark with lust, made your heart race faster. You loved the way she bit her lip, the way her breath hitched when you moved just right. It was intoxicating.

“Fuck,” she hissed, her breath coming out in short pants as you began to rock your hips, the rhythm becoming more frantic. 

“You’re taking it so well,” she praised, her voice thick with need. “So good for me-” But her words were cut off by her own moans, the sound spilling from her lips. 

Ellie leaned forward, her breath hot against your neck,“You like that, huh? Taking me so well,” she murmured, the words dripping along your skin. You nodded breathlessly, the pleasure overwhelming as you surrendered. “Tell me how good it feels,” she urged, her voice low.

“It..feels s-so good, Ellie,” you gasped, the words spilling from your lips like a prayer. “nghhh, soo g-good” Your voice trembled. 

She smiled, the corners of her mouth turning up in satisfaction as she increased the pace, thrusting deeper into you.

“God, you’re perfect,” Ellie breathed “So fucking good for me.”

Each thrust became more urgent, her body responding to yours with a need that took you both higher and higher. “Ellie, I’m—” you gasped, the feeling building to a breaking point, the tension in your body coiling tighter. But before you could finish, she captured your lips in a searing kiss, her mouth moving against yours with urgency.

“Let go for me, baby,” she whispered against your lips, the command mixing with the heat of her breath. “I want to feel you cum.”

With those words, the pressure within you shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over you in a violent rush. Your body seized, muscles tightening as the ecstasy enveloped you.  You cried out, the sound echoing in the studio, drowning in the sensation as you felt Ellie thrusting beneath you, her body responding to your every movement, your every gasp.

“Don’t stop,” she commanded, her voice dripping with urgency, a hint of desperation lacing her words. “I want to capture this.”

Before you could respond, she reached for her camera, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she adjusted the settings with quick, practiced movements. The sound of the shutter clicking filled the air. 

 “Just fucking look at you,” she said, positioning the camera to frame the shot perfectly.

With every snap, Ellie groaned, her breaths hitching as she focused on the way your body glistened with sweat, the remnants of pleasure coursing through you. Each shot captured the raw intimacy of the moment, the way you were sprawled against her, your skin flushed and radiating heat.

“God, I can’t get enough of this,” she panted, her voice thick with desire. “You’re perfect.” She shifted slightly, her hips still pressed against you as she adjusted the angle of the camera.

“Ellie-,” you gasped, feeling a thrill shoot through you as she continued to snap photos. 

She captured the way your body moved, the delicate curves, the flush of your cheeks, every angle showing the beauty she adored so much. “Fuuckk look at that,” she said breathlessly, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Can’t you just…” you began, but the words slipped away as Ellie leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear, the teasing closeness igniting a fire within you again. “Don’t be shy. Show me how much you love it.”

You responded instinctively, arching your back as you grinded against her. Ellie let out a soft whimper, her fingers tightening around the camera. “Just like that, baby,” she urged, a grin spreading across her face. “I want to see you lose yourself in this.”

The camera clicked again, the sound punctuating your movements as you rolled your hips against her, feeling the pressure build once more. Her eyes darkened with lust, a mix of admiration and obsession as she snapped shot after shot.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Ellie groaned, her voice thick with desire as she continued to photograph you. The way her body responded to yours sent shockwaves through you, igniting a heat within that you thought had already burned out.

You could feel your heartbeat quickening, a thrilling rush coursing through you as you realized how much she loved this. The camera flashed and with each click, Ellie’s own breaths became more ragged.

“Don’t stop moving,” she commanded, her voice a low growl that sent shivers racing down your spine. “You’re driving me-, nghhh.” You responded to her words, thrusting against her with renewed urgency, letting your body take over as the rhythm grew more frantic.

“Fuck, yes!” she groaned, the sound a mixture of pleasure and desperation. Her eyes were glued to the screen, capturing the moment as you began to ride once again. “You’re so good for me, baby.”

Ellie adjusted the angle of the camera, her free hand reaching out to caress your thigh, fingers tracing your skin with a featherlight touch that ignited every nerve. “God, I love how you move for me,” she panted, the words slipping from her lips.

“Ellie,” you gasped, losing yourself in the moment, the heat in your belly roaring with every thrust, every click of the camera. “I need you…”

“Just a little longer,” she urged, her voice strained but filled with a desperate longing.

“Ellie!” you cried out, the sound bursting from your lips as you moved against her, the need overwhelming you. The way she captured you, her hands roaming over your body, her eyes filled with awe and lust, made you feel alive in a way you never knew possible.

“Keep going, baby. You’re doing so good.” she encouraged, “I want to see you cum for me all over again.”

[sylvies-chen]

not to cornplate or anything but the difference in camera angles here goes so crazy

the camera looking slightly up to abbot emphasizes the view, not the world below. when we meet him, he’s contemplating his own purpose and can’t remember why he’s doing this job, which would be alarming except for the camera is behind the fence with robby and the roof takes up half the lower frame. we the audience are on safe and solid ground, which assures us that he’s not necessarily looking to jump down. abbot’s not even looking down, he’s simply looking around.

robby on the other hand: it’s nighttime and he’s in complete emotional crisis, for context. we’re looking down at him from his side of the fence and the frame includes both his position and and what’s down below the ledge as if getting us to consider the jump with him. he’s looking down as if it’s a legitimate option, and we the audience are placed on that ledge with him in that precarious spot.

and this us also reflective of their characters because they’re both attendings and the difference between the night/day shift sets them up to be character foils and these parallels reflect that perfectly. jack was never going to do it that morning; he has a therapist, he’s managing better, he loves the job too much to ever leave it (he says it’s in his DNA). robby’s entire arc and point of criticism from others is that he’s not doing that work to take care of himself, he doesn’t practice what he preaches, and when his repressed emotions have finally boiled over and he’s blown his gasket, he genuinely considers ending it.

10/10 parallels shoutout to the cinematographers and cameramen on the pitt

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Thoughts on stalker x stalker??

— 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐬.𝐣𝐲

▹ PAIRING: stalker ex bf ! jake x stalker ex gf ! reader

▹ SUMMARY: You and Jake, exes torn apart, developed a mutual obsession with each other overtime, the lingering romance coming to light with a simple flash of his camera…

▹ WARNINGS: BIG DICK JAKE who records a lil sextape of him fingering you because he's a helpless titty fixated perv, unprotected sex (cowgirl), some crying, a brief handjob and fingering session, kinda angsty

▹ WORD COUNT: 3.5k

“Do you really see better with those glasses on?”

Jake's chocolate brown eyes peeked at you through his specs, a gentle hum rumbling from his throat before answering.

“No. I mostly wear them for the art student aesthetic I’m going for… now don't smile, pretty.”

Snap.

You let the small smile on your face relax at his instructions. “And the other reason?” You pressed, watching as he angled the lens a little higher over you this time.

“Hm, dunno... maybe because cute girls always ask about them?”

You hated it whenever he talked about other girls—

Snap.

Another click of his camera sounded throughout the quiet studio, it’s white flashes lighting up the dim room.

“So you like the attention then?” You teased, watching as his facial expression remained nonchalant.

Focused.

“Your attention? Yes,” he admitted, narrowing his eyes behind the camera. “Might be one of my favorite things, actually…”

Snap.

Good answer Jakey, you thought to yourself, trying your best to keep a neutral facial expression before him.

“One of your favorites just like old cameras, apparently...” you went on… “How come you never use the new one I bought you for your birthday last year?”

“Because,” Jake answered while lining his eyes up with the camera lens, “this one is much easier for me to carry around... I like that it’s portable...”

Why would he need a camera on the go, you asked yourself silently… even though, the reality was that Jake had actually dropped the other camera while following you one night—

Snap.

“Jeez, how many more shots do you need, Peter Parker?”

“You'll know when I'm finished,” the dark eyed boy replied with a foreign rasp to his tone, index finger gently squeezing into the camera button as he continued. “Now stick your tongue out for me.”

“I'm sorry?”

Snap.

His unusual sentence really caught you off guard this time, a feeling of chills washing over you as he took his lower lip into his teeth.

“Beautiful,” he said almost breathlessly, “just try following my directions next time though, yeah?”

“Jake, I need a break...” You sighed, changing your position on the couch as his vision remained glued behind the camera.

“In a minute, ____…”

Snap.

He used your first name on purpose because you used his, and he knew you were the type of girl who didn’t like that very much.

“I said that’s enough, alright?”

You slightly raised your voice at him, his demeanor remaining just as calm as before once a prolonged sigh escaped his throat.

“I suppose five minutes of wasted time wouldn’t hurt,” he said sarcastically, placing his red camera on the stool beside him before extending a hand, helping you off the couch.

“Thanks,” you replied half-heartedly, grabbing the large white sheet from the couch arm and wrapping it around your naked body.

“I could never get tired of this honestly,” Jake confessed, watching you intently as you poured yourself a cup of water from the nearby cooler.

“Tired of what?” You asked in between your first sip, his eyes being all over you except your face as you spoke.

“Looking at you,” was all he said for you to roll your eyes at his words, making him chuckle at your reaction.

“I’m serious, y’know that?”

“Mhm… I can tell,” you smirked with a nod, taking the last sip of your water before making your way back over to plop on the couch. “How about you go over your pictures… you’ll never know if we caught the perfect one already if you don’t check…”

He didn’t verbally respond to your suggestion, only nodding in agreement as he reached for the camera, clicking through its film.

To no one’s surprise, Jake, who doubled as your pervy ex-boyfriend and personal neighborhood stalker, felt himself getting hot all over again just from looking at the pictures of you displayed on the grainy screen.

Today's excuse to photograph you? He needed a nude model for his chiaroscuro themed visual project at the fancy art university he attended.

You knew Jake would’ve a hard time finding any other female (or male) to willingly get naked for him, so you obliged… under the small condition that he wouldn’t try to fuck you afterwards.

Simply put, your infatuation with him always made it easier to agree to whatever stupid favors he needed you to do—

“God,” he groaned under his breath, taking a seat as an attempt to hide the boner slowly growing behind his pants.

“Damn, are they really that bad?” You asked with worried brows, misinterpreting his reaction.

“N-no, not at all,” he corrected, eyes still glued to the camera screen.

“Oh... well… okay then,” you sighed with relief, or maybe it was a yawn?

The studio AC was set to such a low temperature that you couldn't help but feel a little sleepy... especially with how mundane this whole model process was getting to be.

“Can I see the pictures?” You asked, making Jake's eyes widen slightly at your request. He knew it'd be suspicious to say no so he instead gave in, reluctantly handing you the camera.

Clicking the left arrow on the circular directional button, the gallery scrolled, picture after picture, with each slide shocking you with how good they came out.

“Lovely, aren't you?” Jake nearly whispered from behind you as he leaned over the couch, his hands pulling your hair out of the tussled bun he previously styled it in for the first part of the photoshoot.

For the next series of shots, he planned to go for a more natural look, taking your hair down to let it hang as the scent of your shampoo ignited him all over again.

Jake couldn’t stop himself from grinding his hard-on against the back of the couch, eager for any sort of friction that would ease the tension building up inside him.

You felt the teeth of the comb meet your scalp as he continued to comb, the simple act somehow making it even harder for him to control himself.

“You're really talented at this,” you said, just before your eyes glazed over the series of pictures following the one's he'd just taken of you.

Some were from recent trips you took to the supermarket, events you don't fully remember, and even a few scandalous shots of you through your apartment window, changing out of your work clothes—

“Thanks, but I prefer giving credit to the actual person I'm shooting,” he added, looking over your shoulder as you turned the camera off, just before he got a chance to see what you were looking at.

Though, from the almost immediate shift in the studio's aura, Jake had developed a pretty good inkling in his chest as to what you might've seen.

Your throat tensed up, chest expanding slightly with each exhale as a smile grew on Jake's face.

“Just let me know if I'm being too rough, alright?” He started, sectioning out your bangs as his hand slid around your neck, gently cradling your chin upward.

“Jake,” you choked out weakly, a shaky moan slipping past your lips as the comb got caught in a particular knot in your hair, “t-take your time, please...”

You stuttered, hoping in your heart that he wouldn't make a big deal about it.

In truth, you often watched Jake from afar yourself, not being able to get over your obsession with him, even months after you two first broke up…

Your eyes had a way of chasing stolen moments—the curve of his lips as he sipped coffee on his way to class, or the way his personal style slowly changed from denim coats and Timberland's to leather jackets and black boots.

You saw it all, seeking after it as often as you could… using it as a means to coax your own lonely desire for him.

Still, you couldn't quite shake how strange it was to see his gallery filled with images of you from every angle and emotion, even though it eventually delighted you to know that he wasn't as interested in other people as he let on—

“I'm in no rush, ____,” he said plainly, trying to redirect the energy in the room, “just relax for me... I'm not trying to hurt you...”

He chose his words wisely, releasing his hold from around your neck before making his way over to the wall where he dimmed the lights even more.

“I know, Jake,” you nearly whispered, wind flowing from the slightly opened windows as your voice flew with its gust…

“But how long have you been watching me?”

His wrists froze at your question, a mix of relief, guilt, and fear rising within every part of his body.

You turned your gaze towards him, eyes locking to reveal a mirror reflecting your similarly twisted desires, the tension screaming with ambivalence…

“Since we broke up...” He confessed, eerily loud footsteps sending shivers down your spine as he paced against the wooden floor, walking towards you, “does that bother you, love?”

You stammered at first, gentle grasp clinging to the white sheet around you. “It doesn't, Jake... not at all,” you finally mustered, watching as he licked his lips because God, he was such an anxious perv for you...

The way you looked before him in this moment, both fear and recognition present in your features as your body remained still as stone, every natural highlight of your skin looking even more gorgeous beneath the dim lights.

This entire moment was all too much for him… You were too much for him…

Slowly creeping towards you, his intense energy did nothing but make your arms sprout with tiny bumps all over.

“Good,” was all he said at first, trying to digest your body language while freeing himself from his jacket, “but I'm guessing there's something you might wanna come clean about, too, hm?”

“I… yes,” you admitted, somehow regaining your initial confidence, “since you wanna hear me say it so badly... I haven't exactly been able to get over you, either...”

He smirked at your honesty, “How bad has it gotten? The withdrawal, I mean... d'you ever think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Cute, but no...,” you scoffed, “I prefer hands-free fantasizing instead... less mess for me to clean up alone,” you smiled teasingly, tracing the arch of his jawline with your index finger.

It almost felt foreign when you did that just then...

You hadn't touched him like that in months... and even though the act was ordinary, it made you feel something intense—

“I need to take a few more shots of you like this,” he said randomly, reaching for his camera but not sitting on the opposite couch this time.

He stayed right in front of you, joining you on the couch and slightly caging you beneath his frame.

“Trying a new angle I see... these gonna be for your project or—”

“I'm gonna keep these for myself,” he interrupted, snaking his free hand beneath the sheet and lightly caressing the flesh of your thigh before kneading it, dangerously close to your core. “Just make sure you follow my instructions like I asked...”

You nodded at his words, letting your lower body relax as he gently guided your legs open, the sheet falling from over you boobs and exposing them to the air as he grazed your pussy lips with his fingers.

Jake nearly drooled at the sight of your hard nipples, clicking with his tongue to make you look back at the camera. “Start by squeezing your tits together for me,” he started in a low voice, “wanna see how well they’d suffocate my dick…”

The poor guy was still very much hard right now, and it didn't help him one bit with how wet you felt against his fingers, his skilled touch circling your clit as a feathery moan left your lips.

“C’mon pretty, do as I say…” Jake cooed, pointing the camera to you as you did just that, arching your back over the sofa arm while squeezing your tits together, his fingers quickening against your sensitive bud as he kept recording.

You're not sure what came over you just then, but you were starting to feel more than willing to do whatever Jake asked of you, especially when his fingers worked on teasing your initial tightness.

His digits curved against your g-spot, the pressure he applied only escalating as his stiff cock started leaking in his pants.

This entire moment felt strangely nostalgic, reminding you of the many times Jake would stand over while making you cream with just his fingers—

“Tell me when you're close, baby… beg for me to let you come,” he huffed, voice sounding somewhat labored as he intently watched your chest heave up and down, biting his lower lip to stop himself from kissing you.

Because as badly as he wanted to taste you, he had to capture your bliss on camera first, for the nights that memories become too vague... for the nights when fantasies don't compare to the real deal...

Your whole body was a mix of hot and cold, given the temperature of the room and the sexual energy meddling between your excited bodies.

“J-Jake…” you stuttered with a whine, clinging to the couch as your face flushed a ruddy hue, walls desperately clenching around his fingers, “please...l-let me come for you…”

The poor boy didn't know what to do with himself given how wet you were, his puppy-dog eyes looking almost in awe now that the realization had hit him:

He finally got you where he wanted you… and from your perspective, the likewise…

“You can let go now baby,” is all Jake manages to say before you're coming undone, the knot in you abdomen unraveling throughout every limb of your body as pure pleasure coursed through your starved out veins.

Jake kept the camera on your body the entire time, too, his digits only slowing down slightly to help you ride out your high.

He hadn't even fully slipped from your hole yet before a feeling of emptiness washed over you, lust-ridden eyes following Jake’s every move as his veiny hand retreated from your core.

He caught on to it, too... the way your eyes panned in on him like your own built in set of camera lenses... capturing every movement to store in your favorite mental file.

“Fuck,” Jake groaned around his own fingers suddenly, tasting the milky slick he gathered from your hole, “been missing the taste of you so bad, angel...”

“Then kiss me,” you whispered heavily, a clear sheen of Jake's saliva mixed with your sweet release painting the cupid's bow of his pouty lips.

He didn't hesitate to take heed to your words either, setting the camera down with haste before hovering back over you on the couch, not even guiding your face as he kissed your lips, humming into the contact.

The feeling of Jake's sloppy textured tongue against yours sent shivers down your spine, his hot breath doing nothing but heat up the warmth already present between your legs.

His heart pounded against his ribs as the kiss continued, his glasses eventually fogging up from how intense the contact was, compelling you to push him away for a seconds to remove his glasses, your own heart fluttering at his flushed demeanor.

“I need to touch you... r-right now,” you choked out breathlessly, not even bothering to cover your naked body now that the sheet was slipping to the floor.

It was a bit awkward at first, you'll admit, being completely naked while Jake was fully clothed. You grew tired of undressing him with your eyes and knew you had to do something about the issue throbbing behind his pants.

Before Jake could even respond, you were already pushing him back against the other side of the couch, his head plopping on the sofa arm with a gentle thud, fluffy brown locks framing his face.

The shadow of a smirk meddled over his handsome features as you eagerly yet patiently worked on unzipping his pants, the thick mound from his clothed hardness making your head spin.

There was really no point in taking things slow with him in this moment because its not like you two haven't already fucked each other before... only difference now was that it had been a while, so the nerves had built up—

“It's so red,” you remarked with a whisper, just having shimmed Jake's pants down enough for you to get his cock out, “does it hurt?”

“I'll let you know once you start touching it,” he let out with a relaxed breath, eyes once again focusing on the way you sat before him with your tits out on full display.

You took his comment as some sort of green light, gently taking his length in your grasp and pumping it in long, drawn out strokes.

His thighs were already trembling, hips grinding up into your first to gain a bit more friction.

“Fuck, stop teasing, ____,” he groaned with half-lidded eyes, wrapping his hand around yours to manually control the pace.

You let out a laugh at his neediness, swatting his hand away so you could take over again, “This is all apart of the foreplay, Jake... you know I'll be riding your cock properly before the night's out, anyways...”

Deep down, you were having just a little too much fun toying around with Jake right now, but given the sexually frustrated furrow of his eyebrows, you decided to be nice and just let him have you already.

Still pumping his shaft in your hand, you sat up on your knees to straddle him, lining up his tip with your entrance before letting your weight sink onto him, struggling to adjust to his size given how long its been since you took him.

A quiet curse fell from Jake's lips as he watched you wiggle past his mushroom tip, his veiny hands reaching forward to help you completely reach his pelvis.

You let out a shaky whimper at the sudden feeling of fullness, covering your mouth with the back of your hand to stop yourself from making any more pained sounds.

“There you go, pretty... nice and easy...” Jake cooed while still gripping the flesh of your hips, mostly because if he didn't, he would've started thrusting into you, “do you wanna stop?”

“N-no,” you practically blurted out, thighs still feeling tense despite how badly you wanted this with him, “I want you to make me cum again, Jakey... I can take it...”

Your words were like magic to his ears, his strong hand guiding your body against his as he left a tender kiss to your cheek before holding you in place, his dick moving in and out of you at a steady pace that escalated in a matter of seconds.

To be honest, you were shocked by Jake's adrenaline, your body already shaking beneath his arms as he held onto you tighter, grunting with each time your desperate walls clenched around him.

His balls bounced to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin making you shut your eyes tightly in pleasure, whining frantically at the mix of sensations.

Your eyes started to sprout with tears, damping Jake's shoulder as he fucked against your g-spot, making it nearly impossible for you to hold in your delighted screams.

Pouring out a string of whiny moans, your body subconsciously moved with his hips, Jake catching on to your reactions rather quickly as he whispered a sultry “You like that, baby?” against your neck, your head nodding lazily as you looked into each other's eyes, right before your lips crashed into his. 

“I missed this so fucking badly, Jake... 'missed being this close to you,” you let out weakly, one of his thumbs going to wipe the tear of moisture sliding down your face as he kept rutting into you.

“I know, angel,” he panted, kissing you on the center of your lips before pulling back, his tip reaching the furthest its ever been inside your pussy as you rocked your hips against his, wobbly pleas of pleasure slipping past both your lips before you felt yourselves reach your peaks.

“Aww, f-f... shit,” you whined, Jake's hips still pivoting against you despite how strong the orgasm was, your thighs trembling as you felt your walls tighten around him.

“That's it, baby,” Jake cooed through heavy breaths, reeling out more of your pretty moans as he rode out your high for the last time, holding you close to him, “let it all out, angel...”

You let your legs relax, just as Jake sat himself up straight, delicate lips kissing along your jawline as he whispered against your skin, “Now you belong to me again…”

And there it was, two twisted souls basking in the very web of obsession the sewed together, a lost love blossoming yet again from a matter of stolen glances and a series of clandestine photographs bringing you back together again.

You internally yawned at the feeling of Jake's lips against you, his possessive words only making your heart sing as you reached down for the sheet, draping it over both your spent bodies...

“I've always been yours, Jake,” you smiled sincerely, ruffling the hair atop his head before falling back into his embrace, letting yourselves snuggle into the plush cushion of the couch, “even when you left me first...”

▹ Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction and does not intend to romanticize the harmfully obsessive behaviors described between the two characters. Real-life stalking is not okay my guys, so please, don’t be a sasaeng and instead seek healthy relationships !

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kink-o-ween - day twenty-three

max verstappen - filming/recording

tags: smut/pwp, filming/recording, dirty talk, established relationship, large chested!reader, use of red bull merch

a/n: thank you for the patience while i wrote these. managing my schedule better has helped greatly. thank you for all of the kind words, i hope that these (late) fics are as good as you hoped for <3

kink-o-ween master-list

your relationship with max verstappen was private. the most you had online was a casual picture of him on a private instagram account. you wished to keep it low-key. you naturally a private person, you didn't need a media circus because the person you chose to love was a well known and beloved racer.

max agreed, it was a piece of privacy that he could have. years of his life were heavily documented, someone could easily find photos of him at every stage of life. so to have something private, only for him, was a breath of fresh air.

and while your public presence was minimal, you both had a massive archive of private, intimate material of one another.

"i can't believe you're making me wear this. is your ego not big enough, my love?" you asked as you exited the washroom in nothing but a red bull branded t-shirt and hat. specifically his t-shirt and hat with the number '1' plastered across it.

max sat up a little more in bed and felt his cock twitch in his tight briefs. his fingers reached for his phone.

you looked at him and crossed your arms, "is it that horrible?" you shifted from one side to the other, uncertain. the shirt wasn't long enough to cover your lower half so your lover got a good glimpse of your cunt.

"this is far from horrible. this is perfect." he swallowed, "can i take a picture?" his fingers itched for the phone, "i want to see this over and over again when i'm in texas."

you dropped your arms and placed your hands at your hips, "don't you already have a massive collection of photos?" then crossed the room towards him. your hands soon played with the bottom of the t-shirt.

max replied, "you know how people paint fruit over and over again, and it's never enough. that's me with you."

you giggled as you climbed into bed, "so you're saying i'm a bowl of fruit, mister verstappen?" then took him by the face to give him a heated kiss on the lips. he put the phone down and wrapped an arm around you for a moment.

when you pulled away and straddled his waist, he reached for the device once more. he then pushed up your shirt to expose your large breasts.

he angled the camera to you and snapped a few photos. he then licked his lips. he knew if his phone got hacked. there would be so many photos of you leaked online. from your first date to your first holidays together. and even your wedding. next to no one knew about that marriage, except family, two of his friends, and your best friend for university.

max made sure to get a photo of you holding up the shirt with your wedding ring on display. it excited him. his wife exposing herself to him. it was arousing as he snapped a few more photos of your sweet face.

"happy? you'll survive texas." you giggled as you put the shirt down your torso and straddled his waist further. but you weren't on top for long as mac got you onto your back and he stripped himself of his briefs.

"i can never get enough of you, my love." he chuckled, "i could fill my entire phone with photos of you and i'd still need another phone to take more photos." he palmed your breasts through the shirt and when his hat fell off your head, he placed it back onto you.

he took you by the waist and slowly sank his cock into you. he watched your expression change and he cooed at you, "my wife, my darling wife." his groaned got a little louder.

the stretch was perfect. and it made your own noises a little louder.

"i want you for the rest of my life or as long as you'll have me." he worked your pussy with heavy thrusts. he loved you, if he didn't, he would've never made a life with you. a private piece where you two could happily live.

he married you, he loved you. he planted his hands on either side of you as he got a better angle to fuck you with. the moans echoed through his head as he worked your beautiful cunt.

"please, max." you moaned as your nails dug into his strong shoulders. he was your champion, your lover, your husband. you could feel yourself grow sweaty in the red bull shirt.

he kissed your warm cheek, "you look so good in my kit. that number looks good on you." he joked as he laid another heated kiss onto you. he held the covers under him. his heart rate picked up as he fucked you. he could taste the pleasure on his tongue.

"mmm, maybe i should wear mclaren orange next time." you remarked and your husband fucked you a little faster.

"maybe my orange. dutch orange." he replied, "but not mclaren. never. not while i'm still breathing." he kissed you with a heated passion as the bed shifted under you. his strokes were heavy and it made your thighs tense up around around his waist.

after all this time, he still knew how to make you moan. how to make pleasure pool in your soul. comforting and familiar. pleasure was a heated affair between you two.

he leaned further against you and rutted upwards into you. the heat throbbed in his mind as he watched your body move with his. wearing his clothes, having his last name. you were perfect. his lovely wife.

with a bit of space between you two, he scrambled for his phone. he documented the sight of your body, how you looked in his t-shirt. he kept going at a steady pace and pressed against areas that left you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

he even captured a small video of his cock thrusting in and out of your slick pussy. your wetness made his cock soaked. he groaned, "that's my beautiful wife."

his words made your noises become more needy as you gripped onto the soft covers under you. you swallowed back the pleasure as to not get too loud. you then said, "fuck, you're perfect, max. my perfect husband."

he licked his lips and continued to work your hips. work his cock into your pussy. his length throbbed in you, he needed his beautiful wife, "i lucked out. you complete me. that's why i have so many photos of you. i need you in every way i can get you.' he picked up the pace and put the phone further onto the bed to really admire you without a screen.

"max."

he looked over you once more. his cock pressed against your softest parts. and you couldn't help but get louder. you couldn't deny yourself the pleasure anymore. it felt so good.

"please, max." you said loudly. your back arched, only your husband could make you feel this good. the kind of pleasure that left you awestruck.

"i'll always love you." he said as he put his all into it. your body moved with the force of his movements. you came quickly and a sweet noise left your lips and it made max ache for more. he ached for you. the thrusts continued as he felt the similar heat course through him. you felt amazing and soon after you came he finished as well.

he kept every inch inside of you as the pleasure clogged his brain.

"max."

"my lover, my everything." he said with love bubbling in his tone. he slowed to a stop before he pulled out, his face was flushed and his breathing was heavy.

you both soon ended up under the covers. you ditched the hat, but kept the shirt on at his request. your nipples poked through the fabric which made something rouse in your husband as he held you close.

he admired you while he was blissed out. it didn't take long before he felt so relaxed that he fell asleep, dozed off with soft snoring.

you played with his hair and held a smile for him. while he had a large collection of photos of you. you had the same with him. you reached over him to the nightstand to grab your phone. you snapped a photo of his sleeping face before you put it down onto the bed next to his and then kissed him on the lips <3

[svelish]

Reader is a well-known photographer and does a photo shoot with Billie, soft launching their relationship. Although reader isn’t in the pictures, her vision of Billie through a camera lens speaks volumes.

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The studio was quiet except for the gentle hum of a playlist you had thrown on—Billie’s own voice drifting softly from the speakers. A candle flickered in the corner, the scent of vanilla and cedarwood curling into the air. You adjusted your camera settings, the weight of it familiar in your hands, though tonight felt different.

Because tonight, Billie was in front of your lens.

She sat on a low wooden stool, dressed in an oversized sweater that slid off one shoulder, her bare legs tucked beneath her. The warm glow of the lighting softened her features, catching the curve of her cheekbone, the fullness of her lips. She looked up at you, tilting her head slightly, waiting for instruction—but you didn’t speak right away.

You simply looked at her.

Through the viewfinder, Billie was breathtaking. Not just in the way everyone saw her—bold, iconic, larger-than-life—but in the way only you did. There was something softer here, something unguarded. The way her fingers toyed absentmindedly with the hem of her sweater. The way her eyes held a quiet knowing when they met yours.

You lifted the camera. Click.

Billie’s lips curled into a small smile, almost like she knew what you were thinking.

“Something funny?” you asked, lowering the camera slightly.

She shrugged. “Just you.”

You huffed out a quiet laugh. “Be serious, Eilish.”

Her smile deepened, but she let the moment settle. You continued shooting, giving small directions—tilt your chin, look away, now back at me—but truthfully, Billie didn’t need much. She existed so naturally in front of you, in front of the lens. Maybe because this wasn’t just any photoshoot. This was yours.

And she was yours.

The thought sent warmth curling up your spine, and you stepped closer, adjusting the angle. Billie met your gaze through the lens, something unreadable flickering behind her eyes. Then she lifted her hand—slow, deliberate—and reached for you.

Fingertips barely visible in the corner of the frame, reaching toward the camera. Toward you.

Click.

You swallowed, lowering the camera. “Billie.”

She raised a brow, but there was mischief in her gaze. “Yeah?”

You hesitated. “You’re doing it on purpose.”

She feigned innocence. “Doing what?”

You shook your head, biting back a smile, before lifting the camera again. “Nothing. Just—stay like that.”

She obeyed, but her expression shifted. Something quieter, something softer. The next set of shots came effortlessly—Billie resting her chin on her hand, Billie gazing off to the side, Billie looking directly into the lens as if she could see right through it.

Click. Click. Click.

You adjusted the settings, drawing out the moment, letting the air hum with unspoken things. This wasn’t just a photoshoot. This was something else entirely. And the camera—the camera was exposing it in real time.

Finally, you let the weight of it drop against your chest, the strap holding it in place. Billie exhaled, stretching her arms above her head before rolling her shoulders.

“Done?” she asked.

You nodded, but instead of answering, you flipped the camera around, stepping forward until the space between you was nothing. You showed her the last photo.

She stared.

It was the way you saw her.

Soft, illuminated by warm light, her expression open in a way the world rarely got to see. Her sweater slipping off her shoulder. Her eyes—filled with something deep, something unspoken, something undeniable.

Her breath hitched. “Oh.”

You swallowed. “Yeah.”

The silence stretched between you, thick with something fragile but electric. Then Billie glanced at you, and for the first time tonight, she looked nervous.

“This is…” She hesitated, licking her lips. “People will know.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a quiet admission.

You didn’t look away. “Yeah.”

Another beat of silence. Then she reached out, fingers curling lightly around your wrist where you still held the camera. “I don’t mind.”

Your heart did something unsteady in your chest. “No?”

She shook her head, eyes never leaving yours. “No.”

And just like that, the soft launch was set in motion. Because the world wouldn’t see you in these pictures, but they would see the way Billie looked at the camera.

The way she looked at you.

[red-writes]

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yandere! izuku x reader

you went from being scared of the unknown caller that constantly blew up your phone with creepy messages and texts to somehow staying up late waiting for his call so you could moan into the phone while he tells you how to touch yourself.

cw: yandere behaviors/words, phone sex, ft sex, pet name princess is used.

a/n: ughhhhh pls I’ve hard this idea for forever now but I only just now decided to write it

he was such a creep. he knew everything there was to know about you. your bra size, your shampoo and conditioner brands, even what the password was on your phone. it was creepy, he was creepy. and yet. somehow every night like clock work you'd shower and get ready for bed only to not sleep. at around eleven pm, your phone would ring. it would be a different number, with a different area code each day. today it was a 917. you answered with a quickness that could only be labeled as desperation. you held the phone to your ear.

“hello?” your breathing was already so heavy and he hadn't spoken a word, did he really have that much of an effect on you?

“good evening princess, how was work?” he inquires. his voice is so deep and it sends shivers throughout your whole body and the night had barely begun. you cleared your throat before speaking again, a sort of effort to keep yourself from melting into a pile of lusty goo barely 2 minuets into the conversation.

“annoying, as per usual. you?” this part of the conversation was strictly a formality, Izuku is meticulous and organized, there are some things that need to happen first before the fun.

“hard, but I wouldn't trade it for any other in the world” he quips and you sort of smile, apparently he was a big time pro hero, he claimed that you definitely saw him on tv and in magazines everywhere. 

“well, I'm glad you weren't hurt” you say and he gives you a gentle hum of agreement. there's silence for a moment before Izuku says anything else. 

“that co-worker of yours..denki, I think he might have a thing for you” Izuku expresses and your stomach drops but at the same time your cunt begins pulsing with need. he was jealous, its always more fun when he gets jealous.

“oh? why do you say that?” you respond and Izuku gives you a deep chuckle that has your hand twitching with the need to slip underneath the elastic of your panties.

“he always brings you lunch, hands always touching you in some way, it’s starting to irritate me you know” you hear him sigh from the other line and you’re giddy with excitement.

there’s a small buzzing coming from your phone and you pull it away from your ear to observe it, it’s a video call from Izuku. you’re quick to answer. he never shows his face but you have to show yours, so you turn the camera to face you and give him a small smile.

“hi izu” you whisper and you hear him chuckle, “aww, you sound so shy, are you embarrassed or eager? It’s hard to tell” he says.

“definitely both” you admit and with an amused huff of air falling from his mouth that concludes the small talk portion of the evening, Izuku’s camera turns on and you’re able to see everything except his face. his neck, chest and torso all on display. he was well built, he definitely had the body of a pro hero that’s for sure, his body was also covered in a light dusting of freckles that you thought were actually kind of cute.

“turn that camera around for me princess” he says and you do so, hitting the reverse camera button with your thumb.

“pretty panties, you’re finally wearing the ones I sent you, good girl.” he rewards and you’re preening from the praise. you angle the camera a bit lower so he can see directly between your legs,

“I’ll admit that.. I've been thinking about you all day” the light from your phone shows the dampness of your underwear and for some reason, it feels good to know that he's watching this, watching you. 

“I see. you're soaked my love, how about you take off your undies and show me how wet you are” 

You rested your phone on the bed before shimmying out of your panties and tossing them off the edge of your bed. You pick up your phone and angle the camera once again between your legs. 

“God you're so pretty aren't you?” he mumbles, more to himself than you and it does nothing but cause your nipples to stiffen under your shirt and a small ‘please’ to fall from your lips. 

“Go ahead and gather up some of your pretty pussy’s arousal and start rubbing your clit nice and slow for me” he says and you can see him gripping his cock in his hand and slowly stroking it with a focus on his tip, squeezing it a bit and he sucks in a breath when a drop of pre-cum lands on his abs. 

The show he puts on for you acts as more incentive to follow his orders. You gather up slick from your drooling hole and begin drawing small circles on your clit and the pleasure is immediate. You're unsure of what it is about tonight but your moans were already beginning to leak from your mouth and this slow pace was only frustrating you.

“I-Izu..can I speed up?” you asked and he chuckled from the other line

“Already starting to feel it? You weren't kidding when you said you'd been looking forward to this, were you ladybug?” 

When you don't reply he sighs softly, “You're so sensitive tonight, stop for me little one, I got a surprise for you” 

Your brain is a little hazy when you pull your fingers away from clit, it throbs visibly and Izuku coos. 

“Surprise?” 

“Mhm. check the first drawer on your night stand” 

“Can I set the phone down while I go check?” and he hums in approval. 

You place your phone on your bed and walk on slightly shaky legs to your large oak nightstand. You hook your fingers in the loops attached to the first drawer and a small gasp leaves your lips at the sight of a pink vibrator. 

It’s small enough to fit in your palm, with a bulbous head and a tail that trailed behind it you could guess where this was going. 

You climb back in bed and pick up your phone, “Found it.”

“Good job ladybug, grab some lube, don't want you to hurt yourself” he says and you feel your heart skip a beat at the caring sound of his voice.

You grab the lube resting on the bedside table and you lay back in bed. You wet the toy and gently push it inside of yourself. You whimper at the stretch it provides you and Izuku praises you from behind the screen. 

“You know what's special about this toy? I’m the one controlling it.” he mentions, you can see his cock twitch on the screen and he shows you the small plastic remote in his hands. He clicks one of the buttons and it causes the toy to activate, low vibrations course through your body and instantly you clench down on the toy. 

“O-oh..wow” you say and Izuku hums softly at your reaction.  “Tell me you want more and I’ll give it to you, I'll give you everything and anything you want” he says and you can see him resuming the slow stroke he paused earlier.

“I want more Izuku. please” you huff out and as soon as the words leave your mouth the vibrator is turned on the highest setting and it causes your back to arch off the bed and the phone to drop from your hand. 

“Tell me you're mine” he says and you can hardly respond, trying to get used to the feel of the strong vibrations that cause your cunt to squeeze down on the plastic down desperately. Slick pours from your cunt causing the sheets under you to become sticky. 

“I-I’m yours Izuku!” you whine and you him hum in approval. 

“Pick up the phone, I want to see that desperate little cunt of yours”

You do as you’re told and spread your legs, showing off your pussy with shaky hands. 

“Atta girl, you're so good for me” 

You can feel the knot in your stomach threatening to snap, your cunt is already spasming around the toy, threatening an orgasm. 

“Izu- g’nna cum, please can I cum?” 

“Mmm..” he says as if he's thinking about it. Your whimpers of desperation continue and Izuku’s hand on his cock speeds up, assuringly approaching his own orgasm. 

“Please please ‘m so close” you pant and a shiver runs through your body.

“Cum for me lovely” he grunts, cum splashes on his own abs and that pushes you over the edge and it forces your orgasm to brush over you like a wave, a gush of liquid shot out of your cunt and onto the camera lens. you dropped your phone as your body spasmed. 

Once you came down from your high, Izuku had ended the FaceTime and reverted to normal phone call. Only your heavy breaths were heard from behind the phone.

“How was it?” he asked and you giggled tiredly 

“Really good” 

“You sleepy ladybug?”

“Mhm..”

“Make sure to clean up before falling asleep lovely”

“Mhm” you yawned. 

“Want you to get some sleep then tomorrow I'll call you same time okay?”

“Yeah..see you tomorrow” you slurred and he chuckled softly from behind the phone

“Goodnight my love”

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Fake Out -Oneshot

Word count: 3221

Part 2

Y/N kept having to take deep, calming breaths as she kept her arm wrapped around Bucky’s waist and his arm around her shoulders.  She wasn’t sure how she got roped into this mission, playing a couple at a gala to find the information center hidden somewhere in the old mansion and download the plans to a big operation that the Avengers had been following for months.  This was their last shot at getting them, so it was imperative that she and Bucky find the computer room and get it all on a hard drive.  Though why it had to be her under his arm, she didn’t know.

It wasn’t that she hated Bucky, and she didn’t think he hated her, it was just that he was indifferent and bordering on rude to her most of the time.  She wasn’t sure if he even realized he was being rude, but she usually kept her distance either way.  Which was unfortunate because she enjoyed working with the Avengers as a spy, and had made friends with all of them.  Except for Bucky.

He was playing the part pretty well, keeping her close, squeezing her arm and periodically reaching down to squeeze her waist or hip, kissing her cheek or keeping his hand at her lower back as he led her through the crowd.  It was probably the first time he’d ever actually smiled at her in a way that didn’t look like a grimace.  She only hoped that her surprise every time he did those things wasn’t too evident on her face.

Finally about two hours into the gala he pulled her to the edge of the dance floor, leaned down and whispered in her ear as he wrapped her in his arms.  “Ready?” he asked, his hot breath on her ear making her shiver.

She nodded and squeezed his arms.  “Let’s go,” she whispered back.

Bucky pulled away but then surprised her again as his flesh hand held her by the back of the head and he kissed her.  Y/N froze, her hands squeezing his arms again even tighter, but after a moment she let out a shaky breath through her nose and her eyes fluttered closed.  She angled her head and deepened the kiss with him.  She knew that this was part of the cover, to sell the fact that they were a couple who could barely keep their hands off of each other to sneak off to a more private area.  But she let herself indulge in it.  Bucky was a handsome man, and even though he’d been less than friendly, she hadn’t been kissed in a long time, so she enjoyed it while she could.

Bucky moaned but then seemed to stop himself, his lips tightening against hers for a moment before he started pulling her back towards the hallway.  She made out with him, following his lead as his hands roamed her body, the kisses becoming more lewd by the second.  She lost track of time or where they were, letting Bucky take her where they needed to go.  Once he’d closed a door behind them he pushed her against the wall and broke the kiss, gasping for air.

“Fuck,” he breathed, licking his lips and swallowing harshly.  His hands moved to the wall behind her, keeping himself off of her as he shut his eyes tight and his hips pulled away from her.  “Go download the info while I keep watch.”

Y/N blinked at him stupidly, then blushed when she remembered the whole point of their mission.  She looked around and realized they were in the computer room.  She huffed and ducked under his arm, walking over to what looked like the main computer.  The security cameras would have already been turned off by the electric pulses she set up earlier in the evening, so she didn’t feel the need to be sneaky as she got it going and stuck the hard drive into the USB port.  She tried to calm her thundering heart as she typed away on the computer until the hard drive kicked in and started downloading everything.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Bucky standing up straight after a moment and keeping his head cocked toward the door to listen for anyone coming.  She refused to look at him, not wanting to get distracted again.  A few minutes later as the download was almost complete Bucky suddenly walked fast toward her.  “Someone’s coming,” he whispered loudly.

Y/N cursed.  “It’s not done yet,” she whispered back.

Bucky frowned as his eyes shot to the computer then back towards the door.  She could hear whoever it was coming closer then got a crazy idea.  “Come here,” she said, and pulled him toward an empty part of the desk the computer was on.

“What are you do–oh,” Bucky nearly choked on his words as she hoisted herself on the desk and rucked up her dress, exposing her underwear to him.  She then started undoing his belt and pants, pushing the dress pants down just enough before she grabbed his tie and pulled him down on top of her as she laid back, his hips flush against her hips as she hooked her legs behind him.  She kissed him again, and just as the sounds of voices and footsteps got close to the door outside she let out a loud, pornographic moan against his mouth.

Bucky stiffened against her, pulling away from the kiss and staring at her with wide eyes.  The voices outside the door stopped and she waited a moment before giving Bucky a meaningful glare that screamed, “Play along,” and then said in the most seductive voice she could muster, “Oh…yes baby!”

He blushed but nodded as they heard a chuckle beyond the door.  He glanced at the door and then started to hump his hips against her to make it look like they were having sex.  He let out a deep grunt and she nodded encouragingly, letting out more whimpers and repeated “uh, uh, uh” sounds at his thrusts.  She heard another exchange of voices outside the door and inwardly rolled her eyes.  Sick fucks, she thought as she looked at the computer screen.  Finally the download finished, and she swiftly ripped the hard drive out of the USB port and exited the screen to hide their tracks.  She slid the hard drive into Bucky’s breast pocket then kissed him again just as the door knob started to rattle.

“Fuck me!” she cried out against Bucky’s mouth as the door swung open.  She let out a loud gasp, pretending to cover herself up as Bucky shot up and turned away while looking back at the security guards.

“Do you mind?!” he shouted at them, fixing his pants and covering Y/N partially with his body.  “What the fuck?”

“Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds, but you can’t be back here,” one of the guards said sternly.  “This area is off limits.”

Y/N quickly sat up and got off the desk, fixing her dress and looking at them with a sheepish grin.  “I’m so sorry,” she giggled breathlessly.  “We just…nevermind,” she said, grabbing Bucky’s wrist and pulling him toward the door, skirting past them as fast as she could.  “Excuse us,” she laughed nervously and ducked her head in shame as she walked out of the computer room and back down the hallway towards the main ballroom.

Bucky eventually put his arm back around her shoulder, keeping her close as they walked out of the mansion and towards the valet, who quickly brought their car around.  They got in and sped off towards the safe house, making sure no one was following them for a long while before Y/N relaxed against the seat, letting out a long breath.  She pulled out her phone and texted Sam back at the Avengers Compound.

Information secured.  Headed to safe house tonight then home tomorrow.  

She waited a moment then saw the three dots pop up.

Great job.  See you then.

Y/N bid him goodnight then put her phone away and looked out the window.  As they drove, the events of the evening seemed to settle between her and Bucky like an ominous cloud, rife with tension and awkwardness.  She wasn’t sure how to broach the subject, or even if it was worth commenting on it.  It was just part of the mission, a cover to get what they needed, it didn’t mean anything.  She’d had to do compromising things on other missions before with previous partners, so why did this one feel so…different?  Bucky didn’t say anything, so she let it go for the time being.  All she wanted at the moment with a good shower and a warm bed

They reached the safe house half an hour later.  Bucky did a sweep of the house before she entered, and as they walked to the back rooms they both froze at the predicament laid before them.  There was only one bedroom.  Only one bed.  Bucky let out a gruff, sharp breath.  “I can take the couch,” he said quietly.

“I can take it,” Y/N said, shaking her head at him.  “It’s fine.  You’re too big for it anyway.”

“I’m not gonna make a lady sleep on the couch while I’m in the bed,” Bucky frowned.  

They both frowned at each other for a moment before she sighed.  “We’re adults, Buck, we can share the bed.”  His frown disappeared as he blinked.  “I just want to shower and sleep,” she said.  

He stared at her with an unreadable expression for another moment before nodding.  “Okay,” he said simply.

They settled into a routine as she showered and got ready for bed first, then Bucky went in after her.  By the time he finished she was laying in the bed, facing away from him with her eyes closed.  She could feel the awkwardness set in again as his footsteps moved around the room, then eventually he turned off the lamp on his side of the bed and shuffled under the covers with her.  He was at the other edge of the bed, the space between them like a fragile chasm that they were too afraid to breach even in the name of comfort.  He sighed heavily.  “Goodnight,” he breathed.

“G’night,” Y/N said.  The next hour was torture.  She tried to stay still, to relax and let her mind wander into sleep, but she was so hyper aware of Bucky laying close by that she couldn’t quiet her mind or let herself get comfortable.  She was so stiff, her muscles fighting the urge to toss and turn, that it made her jittery and her breathing became shallow.  Suddenly Bucky let out another sigh that turned into a yawn and he turned to his other side to face her.  She didn’t dare move, but then his right arm curled over her stomach and started pulling her toward him.  Y/N squeaked in surprise at being manhandled, but stiffened again once he settled her back against his front, putting his metal arm beneath the pillow above her head.  She could feel his face nuzzle the back of her hair as he relaxed and breathed deeply.

“Relax, Y/N,” he murmured.  “You’ve been nearly shaking for the past hour.  We’re adults, right?”  She paused but nodded.  “And we pretend fucked just a couple of hours ago.  I think we can handle some cuddling.  Don’t send yourself into a panic attack over sleeping next to me.”

Y/N huffed a laugh at his words and let herself sink into the bed more comfortably.  “I’m sorry,” she said sheepishly, squeezing his arm around her waist.

“It’s okay,” Bucky chuckled.  “Just sleep.”

Y/N hummed in acknowledgement, then let herself fully melt into him.  She focused on his breathing, which helped even hers out enough that she started to drift off.  The last thing she could remember was the warmth of his body pressed against hers, and the feeling of his face nuzzling the crook of her neck.

***

She woke to a strange sensation that was shooting pleasurable pulses through her body.  There was a heavy weight on top of her, and it took her a moment to open her eyes and get her bearings to understand what was going on.  Her memory kicked in with flashes of their mission, then as the sensation happened again she gasped and her eyes widened comically.  Bucky was on top of her, holding her around the waist with his face pressed into her chest and his hips rutting in between her legs.  He was asleep still, and she had to stifle a laugh.  He was humping her in his sleep.  

Y/N bit her lip and tried to not laugh at the absurdity of the moment.  He was obviously dreaming of what they’d done earlier for the mission, since they were in the position she had put them in when the security guards found them.  She chuckled under her breath then started patting his upper back.

“Buck, wake up,” she said loudly.  He didn’t stop, but groaned at hearing her voice.  His thrusts got harder and she bit back a moan at the way his rock hard cock sent a thrill through her pussy and up her spine.  Even through his pajamas and her sleep shorts she could feel how hard and big he was, which had her imagination running wild, but she shook her head at herself and patted his back harder.  “Bucky, you gotta wake up!” she called to him, trying to keep her voice even.  His face turned on her chest, and he huffed a hot breath against her breasts as he nuzzled against them.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

He snapped his hips and Y/N whimpered, but her hands grabbed his face and pulled him up to look at her.  She tapped his cheek hard in desperation.  “BUCKY!” she shouted.

He jerked at the tap on his cheek and gasped as his eyes flew open.  He blinked rapidly, looking around until he met her gaze and his eyes narrowed.  “What?” he asked, then looked down at the position they were in.  His hips slightly pushed into hers again, making her gasp again and his mouth dropped open as he looked back at her in panic.  “Oh my god, I’m sorry,” he said, unraveling himself from her.  “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize…” he huffed out a breath and hid his face on her stomach, pulling his hips away.

“It’s okay, Buck,” Y/N said quietly, running her fingers through his hair comfortingly.  “It’s okay.  We’re okay.”

He shook his head against her and then laughed.  “God this is so embarrassing,” he said, his voice muffled by her shirt.  

She giggled, and it made him look up at her with a sheepish smile.  “It’s okay, Buck, really,” she said, smiling back at him.  “Like you said, we pretend fucked earlier, so I’m sure it’s the first thing your dream brain came up with.”

Bucky huffed a laugh again, then licked his lips and his expression changed to one of curiosity.  “Did you moan?”  Y/N’s eyes widened, confirming his suspicions and his smile grew into a wicked grin.  “You did,” he said, pulling himself up to hover over her face-to-face.  His hips nestled between her legs again, not as a thrust but just to press his hard-on into her.  Y/N’s eyes fluttered at the feeling, and it made his grin look even more mischievous.  “So you liked pretending to fuck me, didn’t you?”

Y/N bit back a smile, knowing she was caught.  “Maybe,” she said teasingly.  

His eyes narrowed at her, then he slowly leaned down until their noses touched.  “You liked kissing me?” he asked, his voice coming out more gravelly as his gaze flickered over her face and down her body.  “Touching me?”

She felt dizzy from the confusing mix of her own embarrassment, arousal and overwhelming need making her blood rush, the sound of her heartbeat thundering in her ears.  Her eyelids fluttered again as his nose nuzzled her nose and then down her left cheek, his lips ghosting over her skin.  “M-maybe,” she stuttered.

He kissed her cheek, then continued a path of kisses down her jaw and to her neck where he opened his mouth and began licking and sucking at her neck.  “You want me?” he murmured against her throat.

“I…d-do you want me?” she asked through a shaky breath.  “You haven’t exactly been…n-n-nice to me.”

He froze mid suck at the crook of her neck, letting go of her skin then pulling back up to look at her.  The look on his face made her feel guilty, but she needed to know and understand.  “I…” he blinked and swallowed harshly.  “You’re right, I haven’t.”  She wanted to disappear at that moment.  She’d killed the mood.  She could have just let him fuck her, gotten whatever this tension was out of the way and let herself feel good.  But no, she had to go and make it all sappy and emotional.

Her phone suddenly rang and they both jumped, then Bucky quickly got off of her and nearly ran to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind himself.  She let out a loud huff then rolled over and picked up her phone.  “Hello?”

“Agent Y/L/N, we’re 10 minutes out,” the Quinjet operator informed her.

“Thank you.  We’ll be ready,” Y/N said quickly then hung up.  She sat up and rubbed her face before swinging her legs out of the bed and walking to the bathroom.  She knocked on the door.  “Quinjet will be here in 10,” she said in as monotone a voice that she could.  

“Thanks,” Bucky called out, his voice sounding flat as well.

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to get dressed and gather her things to leave.  Back to square one, she thought.  Whatever.  

***

“Wait, is that…” Sam pointed to her neck as he did her mission debrief.  “Is that a hickey?”

Y/N frowned and reached up to the spot he was referring to.  It felt a little tender and she swallowed thickly.  “Probably,” she said.  “All part of the cover.”

His lips started to quirk up in a teasing smile and she rolled her eyes.  “You got Bucky to actually engage in the cover?” he asked.  “That’s a first.”

Y/N shook her head.  “Don’t read into it, Sam.”

He held his hands up in mock surrender.  “Alright, alright.  It’s just surprising, that’s all–”

“Are we done?” she snapped.  Sam gave her a surprised look, then nodded.  “Okay, thanks,” she said, then quickly stood from her chair and headed to her room.  Buck was waiting outside the office for his turn to debrief but she didn’t even look at him.  He had shut down on the way home and she wasn’t willing to coddle him into talking to her or explaining himself.  She didn’t care anymore.  What happened happened.  As she walked down the hall she missed the way his eyes followed her sadly, and how he’d opened his mouth to speak but shut it just as quickly.  He hung his head and shook it at himself before Sam opened the door.

“Your turn, lover boy.”

**Okay I know, I KNOW, I'm sorry. Part 2? How do they resolve this??**

[kpopsexstories]

NCT Dream Dating Ban #5: Jeno Pt. 1

NCT Jeno can’t date girls. As his gay friend you help him out with his sexual needs. (Part 1 of 2)

Content Warning! This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: Top NCT Jeno x Bottom male reader

Content: Jeno comes naked to your room and takes you from behind

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 2.3k

Click here to read Part 2.

You're on your side in Jisung's bed, naked and recently emptied. Jisung has gone to the recording studio – the man’s gotta work after all – but he didn't leave you unfulfilled. You're loving the new friends-with-benefits relationship you've developed, and he has been reaping the benefits of your visit in the midst of the frustrating dating ban.

The duvet covers your lower half. Your phone is in your face as you scroll mindlessly through Tumblr posts. You don't even notice that Jeno is standing shirtless and horny in the door, moist and with wet hair, and only a small towel around his waist.

“Hey,” he eventually says to catch your attention.

You look up and smile at him. “Hey,” you say and secretly open your camera app. The view and angle is just too good not to take a cheeky snapshot.

“Did you just take a photo of me?” Jeno asks and laughs.

“No,” you lie and give him a naughty smirk, as you half way sit up while leaning on your elbows. The duvet slides down your body.

He doesn’t seem to mind. “I want to ask you something,” he says and effectively drops the subject.

You look at him curiously, then reach for your charger and plug in your phone. You roll on your side to put the phone away on the bedside table. The duvet slides down your hip and you know your ass is showing.

“Shoot,” you say without looking up.

“Is everyone around here getting some except me?”

“No,” you say. “I meant ‘shoot, the charger dropped to the floor’. Could you get it for me?”

You have no idea whether Jeno can tell that you're playing with him, or if he genuinely thinks you need help. Regardless, he quickly leaves the doorway and walks around the side of the bed. He bends down right next to you, and you smile wide as you take in his naked body up close.

When he's hunched down and grabs the cable you reach out and take his towel. Abruptly and with a big smirk on your face you yank it off his body and open your eyes wide. A naughty giggle comes out of your mouth.

“Hey!” Jeno exclaims and laughs. He quickly stands up straight, his hard dick waving right by your face, while you throw your arm backwards across the bed to bring the towel out of his reach.

The move makes the duvet slide even further down your thighs, revealing your own hard dick. Horny and in a playful mood, Jeno attacks you with his hands. He tickles your sides and pulls the duvet entirely off you as a way to take revenge, exposing you in the same way you just exposed him.

Your eyes meet and you both come to a complete stop. You're still smiling wide at each other as he towers over you, an arm on either side of your body. You rest your hand on his pumped chest and look down to admire his fit figure.

Oh my god! you think and try to hide your excitement.

Jeno too is taken by your presence and actions. He obviously came to your room for a reason, but you’ve already given him more than he expected to get.

He's the one who suddenly leans down to close the gap between your smirking mouths. You push your hand harder on his chest to stop him.

“Jeno,” you say and look him in the eye. “What are you doing?”

Jeno is naively confused. “Sorry,” he says and starts to pull away from you.

You stop him once again, this time by pulling his strong arm and putting your hand around the back of his broad shoulder. You raise your head to return the kiss he was going for, and give the man a taste of what he's been starving for for so long.

The mixed signals only confuse him further. You quickly lay back down and you're both frozen in place once more.

Jeno isn't smiling any longer. He stares at you with a puzzled expression. “I thought… do you… I want…”

You enjoy watching him squirm, but ultimately decide to put him out of his misery. Your giggle and gentle touch is designed to reassure the poor man, and it seems to work when his body slowly thaws and sinks down on top of yours.

You spread your legs to invite him inside. Your hard dicks suddenly brush together, fighting for space between your bodies. Jeno's moist skin from the shower he's just had is warm and smooth and feels wonderful to touch.

“Are you hungry?” you ask when your lips are almost touching, and Jeno's hand glides gently up and down your side as he explores your limits.

“No, I just ate,” he replies, and you laugh out loud at how oblivious he is.

“No, I meant, are you horny?”

“Oh,” he says and a faint version of his smile returns. “I’m fucking starving.”

You press your nose against his, look him straight in the eye, raise your knees around him and wrap your legs behind his thighs and ass. “Then let's eat.”

You suddenly attack each other violently, grinding and kissing, touching and squeezing, rubbing your cocks and chests and legs together as if you've been craving this moment for months or years. You entangle yourselves in a hot mess and sudden outburst of passion and desire.

Jeno has indeed been hungry for longer than you think. He’s as starved as a lion in drought season. He's listened to you devour a great meal with Jisung every night for the past five days and desperately wants a piece of the cake.

And though you've had more cake than any of the boys in the dorm these past days, you're eager for more and also happy to share a slice. You're not entirely sure who is the cake and who is the hand holding the knife that cuts it in this metaphor.

The hot, eager, naked and awe-inspiring make-out session is not the climax of your time in the sheets though. You know why Jeno came to your room in the first place, and you're more than willing to give him a piece of your ass. It might not be the wet pussy his cock is used to – or rather, deprived of – but it's as good as, if not better than, any pocket pussy money can buy.

And, maybe Renjun had a point when you met by the pool yesterday. It was never spoken in clear terms, but maybe the boys aren’t coming to you just because there are no pussies around. Maybe the dating ban is just an excuse in a country where coming out as gay would end their career in an instant.

The erotic and wild kissing stops when Jaemin suddenly appears in the wide open door. “Guys!” he says and both you and Jeno quickly look up at him. ”We're trying to watch a movie out here.”

“Then close the door,” Jeno says sternly, as if it's the obvious solution to the problem.

Jaemin smiles wide and winks at you, then slowly closes the door between you.

Jeno doesn't say another word about what just happened and neither do you. Just a few days ago it would have felt super weird and awkward, but you've come to learn just how desperate the boys are. And like Jisung, Jaemin is your close friend. You have no secrets from him.

You're definitely on everybody's minds though now that you've been caught. You imagine the naughty expressions, dirty looks, sexual fantasies, infectious giggles and hard, pillow-covered dicks of Jaemin, Mark and Chenle as they're lined up on the couch, listening intensely to the sex going on in Jisung's bed and ignoring the movie altogether.

The thought excites you. Jisung might have made you come less than an hour ago, but you're more than ready again for Jeno to have his turn. So when he comes back down to resume the make-out session, seemingly completely unfazed by the fact that you aren't alone in the house and that Jaemin has seen you naked together, you eagerly push his fit body off you.

You pull your legs together and effortlessly flip around on your stomach. You lay down on the bed and reach back to grab your ass cheeks, pulling them apart for Jeno to enjoy. If Jeno doesn't get this message he deserves to be starved.

He does get the message though, and he’d do anything to eat. He pushes away to give you space while you get into position, then promptly returns and throws himself on top of you.

He immediately starts to grind and thrust violently behind you. You spread your legs again. “Ohh, yeah, Jeno,” you moan. ”I'm hungry too. I wanna feel your cock inside me.”

This sparks something in Jeno, something you have no idea if he's been aware of himself. Can this really just be a straight man plagued by sexual frustration that is squirming so passionately on your back?He seems so confident and sure of himself, like he's done this a million times before.

Especially considering the way he penetrates you. Your words make him spring into action. He quickly lifts his body on his arm and reaches down between your legs. Your ass is wide open for him to enjoy, and he penetrates it with such eager force that you can't imagine this being the first time he's with another man.

Your thoughts immediately turn to Renjun, the only one who has openly admitted to you that he's gay. Imagine Jeno fucking him like a rabbit or in secret during dance practice breaks. Oh God that would be hot.

Your imagination is running wild but you're quickly pulled back to reality when Jeno begins to fuck you. The sex immediately turns rough and wicked. He pulls your legs together and lifts his knees, placing them on either side of your thighs.

In this position, your cheeks squeeze his shaft even tighter, giving him an even greater pleasure. He plants a hand on your lower back and pushes himself higher up. His upper body towers far above yours. The other hand glides down to your ass and takes a firm grip around your hip.

He pushes you down hard and violently, and the springs in the mattress catapult your ass back onto his shaft repeatedly. You grimace and bury your face in the sheets as he forcefully shoves his cock in your hole.

It feels good. Oh, so good, the way his cock fills your hole and rubs against its walls. You're surprised and slightly pained by Jeno's harsh handling of your body, and the weight he puts on your back, but it's nothing compared to how great he makes you feel.

He fucks you hard, thrusting and groaning behind you while his arms and thigh muscles work at full capacity. He rolls and pushes his hips and pelvis onto your ass in short but powerful bursts while digging his fingers into your skin.

You whimper softly for his pleasure. “Ahh, yeah, fuck me Jeno.”

Your voice is muffled by the sheets. “Yes, yes, give me that cock.”

The springs squeak and the bed shakes. “Ahhh, fuck, Jeno!”

The boys outside must be livid.

Your words only inspire Jeno further. He forcefully spreads your legs and pulls his knees over your thighs, to reposition himself between your legs again. The weight on your back goes away as his hand slides down your side toward your ass.

With a firm grip with both hands around your waist he abruptly pulls you backwards, making your whole body jolt across the bed.

“Fuck, so eager,” you exclaim and laugh.

Jeno doesn't know if your strained and pained moans mean you're pleading for gentleness or if you actually love how violently he handles you. It doesn't matter, because he'd ignore your pleads either way.

All he wants is to fuck you and fuck you hard. To use your ass and body as his personal sex toy. He hasn't been laid in forever and simply can't get enough of you.

Then he abruptly pulls out. He waddles backwards to the edge of the mattress and steps down onto the floor. Another jerk, as he pulls your whole body with him and you sit up on your knees.

Your ass is in the air and your feet dangle over the edge of the bed when you feel Jeno’s dick slap against your cheeks. He plays with his shaft, hitting your skin repeatedly as he takes in the view of his new toy.

He drags you closer and looks straight down when he guides his cock. You lean on your elbows and spread your legs wide for him, anticipating the moment the head is pushed back inside your hole.

This time he does it slowly. He teases you, expands you with the head only to pull back out. Each time he goes a little deeper, observing his shaft as it disappears inside you and reappears repeatedly.

Finally, he takes his hand off the dick and thrusts forward, pushing himself all the way in.

“Ahhh,” he moans.

His palms are on your hips again. He's standing straight, only bending his knees slightly to achieve the right height and angle. You lower your head onto the bed and raise your ass a little higher.

“Yes, Jeno, fuck my ass! Yeah, your cock feels so good. Mmm, fuck me harder.”

You're so ready for him to take you hard again, and for Chenle and Jaemin – the only two Dream guys you still haven't had sex with – to be bursting with jealousy outside.

This is so fucking hot! you think and grin. And it's only the beginning.

Click here to read Part 2.

[amphitriteswife]

Onlyfans hc’s

Source: Lookism

Warnings: 18+ content below! And the word ‘moist.’

Character: DG/ James Lee

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@yue-yolk

🍬DG would remain anonymous and would rather use a fake name from his earlier name and kpop star name. This is because his manager…and fangirls would probably cause a ruckus.

🍬because of the fact he could get caught and his fans as a idol (his fans are crazy okay? We saw the stalker girl) he would be more focused on self pleasure and masturbation. He would avoid doing it with another person as much as possible.

🍬He has his hair down there dyed the same color as the hair on his head, it’s not all that bushy and personally keept it trimmed or shaves it off, but if his viewers are fond of more body hair he doesn’t mind it …he would have to dye it a more frequently though

🍬 will not wear underwear. He likes to film the lower part of his stomach and let you see the print on it. It’s already canon that he’s huge so it’s a snake down there. He’ll wear tight pants or presses it against his stomach to make it more visible.

🍬 He would make ASMR videos too, mostly about erotic scenarios or just moaning and groaning. Sometimes, maybe sometimes you can hear him self pleasure in the background if it adds to the scenario, to make it more realistic ofcourse

🍬lots of pictures. He likes pictures in his bed or the shower, but most of them are to tease and will make you come back for more. He’ll have pictures of him laying down on his silky sheets, one hand pulling a piece of the sheet so that you can’t see the part you just so desperately want to see, the best thing you’ll get is a print or outline. It might be better to use your imagination with it.

🍬 He’ll also post videos his workouts, lifting weights, going on runs….it’s just a normal activity right? Except for the fact that his clothing is incredibly tight…no underwear on? And even the angle of the camera is pointed to the most valuable part of his body…is he sweating more than usual?

🍬 POV videos are a must! His face still won’t be visible, but his body will be on display. And dont worry, it’s in multiple positions. He’ll be whatever you want, how loud, what clothes, if you even want him to wear some. His followers are his priority ofcourse. He might even do ‘specials’

🍬 If you’re willing to pay a heavy fee. And i mean a very HEAVY fee, he might reveal his face to you. But be careful, he’s rich remember? So if it’s leaked he’ll find his way to deny it and make sure it’s not going to ruin his reputation. But you will get sued. Even if its anonymous.

🍬 PRAISE. THIS. MAN. IN. THE. COMMENTS. He might just let you upgrade to premium and make special content just for you. Don’t say standard things, make him think you’re worthy. He’s an idol who has seen lots of desperation from others, show him you’re not just some horny fan. (We are-)

🍬 If it comes to a point that his hands can’t help him with stimulation, or that his fans want to see something different: he’ll use toys. It’s not something he does often, but he’ll make sure you never saw anything like it. Most of them are a wide range of pink and sometimes even red. He’ll have them rhinestoned too.

🍬 This man spent and will spend more on different kinds of things that might help with his content. They’re the most luxurious things you can get in that department. Handcuffs? Firm yet comfortable and doesn’t irritate the skin. Rope? It’s the most strongest, yet softest silk you’ll ever lay your eyes on. Vibrator? It’s pink with Swarovski rhinestones as well as his initials on it if you paid to be a premium member.

🍬 roleplay is something he’ll certainly do if he makes videos or erotic sounds. There is a limit though to what he’ll do, he has no problem with most roleplays. But step-cest or actually irl cest is not something he will do. He already stated that before and has no problems to ban ppl from the chat for even bringing it up

🍬Lowkey rubs his body in oil. Like it wouldn’t be over the top as if he stood in the rain naked or something, but more…moist? He would flex his muscles a lot though. Praise his muscles cause their great.

🍬 he blurs out his butt. Don’t ask him why. He’s scared ppl will do something with it okay? (Even though his dick is on display he’s still scared for his butt.) his butt is masculine and square since he trains his body. It not fluffy or jiggly 😔

🍬 He will not suck okay? He’ll do anything you ask. Use a vibrator. Be submissive, hell even degrading but you will not catch man gobbling on a dildo. He will not. Not ever. Not in a life time. Nada.

🍬 someone in the comments said that his hair had the same color of a pink dildo and he started crying because he actually thought about it and became insecure.

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That’s all pookies😔🙏 might do jaegyeon na next or make a pt2

[liztuxiemacks]

If you haven't played or seen any of the memories from the tomorrow's catch 22 event, particularly Zayne's/Galen's, beware of spoilers. ( I actually wrote this a long time ago but posted it late, haha)

I'll get straight to the point, here's my steamy Zayne analysis

Each activator is in their respective memories:

Sylus : His right eye

Caleb: Behind his left ear

Xavier: Close to the base of the spine

Rafayel: Adam's apple /throat

Zayne: ... Yes you guessed it correctly. And I have proof.

There are many subtle hints before she presses "it" with the tip of her boot or knee (depending on camera angle).

There's also many theories explaining that it's on his lower chest, somewhere close to his abdomen. That's where MC'S knee is placed but if you look really close- her knee doesn't touch his chest at all.

There's also a few clues suggesting where it's placed through dialogue. To make it SFW, i wouldn't include any of the dialogue in this theory and instead, use hints.

First hint: His concern expressed through dialogue for MC contains multiple hints. Suggesting its somewhere obscure, it's something delicate and indecent.

Second hint: He's always in calm and collected and remain in control, despite MC injecting the frenzy enhancer. To fight off the effects, Zayne distracts himself by kissing MC.

Third hint: Have you noticed only Zayne's got a cheeky response to MC? Zayne: "why don't you… and find out? He knows where its placed but acts coy to tease her. Besides luring MC into the cage, none of the other guys invites/allows MC to touch them. ( Sylus doesn't openly invite her to touch him but instead her not to press it. MC's hand momentarily disappears off camera when he's on the floor causing him to loose control.)

One more fact though. The activator was placed long before they actually meet in this scenario so it doesn't have anything to do with MC. It's a personal choice.

Fourth hint: In all the other memories, MC announces (to the player) where each of the activators are placed on the guys. But for Zayne, she only mentions this: "so that's where the activator is…" If it's on his chest like plenty claim, why won't MC say it?

Fifth hint: Everyone's activator has a red dot indicator. Zayne does not. There's a reason for this. Its hidden. For those saying it's on his chest, look closely- its a reflection. he doesn't react at all when MC openly touches his entire chest and abs.

Watch where her left hand travels down to off camera after he compliments her technique with "impressive". We can't really see much with how fast it is in dim lighting. But if you slowed it down… Zayne pulls her close, effectively blocking the player's view before we even get a chance to see where it's hidden. We see MC leg's obviously shielding his lower half.( in every other scene with the boys, after finding the activator , it glows red. The most obvious being caleb'sleft ear, Rafayel's throat and Sylus's right eye. In this scene , it's left to the imagination.)

Her left hand returns to his chest to prevent herself from loosing balance. Zayne breaks the chain and temporaily looses his self restraint with one exception- he shields her head and back from the hard floor.

In my opinion, Zayne's and Sylus's memories are the steamiest compared to the others.

This is purely speculation but i believes it fits with his character. In the ending, he says 'You can't leave me' is his way of admitting that he's always been in love with MC. This also suggests that Zayne still has some level of control to continue the conversation after.

If you get the failed bad ending, when Zayne bites her, he can't forgive himself for hurting MC so his final goodbye, the only way he believes he can truly atone, is by dying or removing himself from MC's life. Which is consistent with his lore.

Lastly, if you love this analysis, please consider supporting me on ko-fi and inprnt.

I'll post another steamy zayne theory soon. if you want a first hand updates whenever i post a lads theory follow me on ko-fi.

[sirfrogsworth]

Frogworth! I have a question about how photography circles might view this, and I hesitate to ask reddit because it can be so... Well, you know.

But, in online painting/drawing circles, it's typically viewed as unprofessional to allow any shadow to show in a picture of a traditional piece of artwork, like a painting, ink drawing, sketch, etc. Is it the same in photography circles?

I ask because I think it's fun to play with allowing light and shade of the natural world to intrude on the drawn picture, especially when it Emphasizes the tone and emotion of the piece.

I'm definitely still gonna do it no matter what because I like how those techniques emphasize my work, but I AM curious how you lot view it!

I'll be honest, I am not entirely sure what you are referring to. So if you could maybe give more context or examples, that might be helpful.

But I am happy to talk about the importance of shadows in photography. And hopefully by telling you everything I know about shadows, I will answer your question by accident.

Shadows are vital to most photography. One case I think of when shadows are a problem is if you are using lighting from multiple angles. This can cause some unattractive shadows forming in many directions.

(The following examples are not my photos except for the last one.)

It's kind of a trade off. If you want sculpting light, you just have to accept the cluster of shadows.

And another example might be in a photo with a lot of dynamic range. If you have a bright sky and dark shadows, the camera may not be able to expose for both. So you have to choose which to prioritize.

Or you can do an HDR composite and combine multiple photos.

I would say for natural light genres, black and white photographers specialize in using shadows for their benefit. In many cases, they make the shadows their main subject.

Studio photographers will talk about using hard or soft light. Hard light (small light source) reveals texture, soft light (large light source) hides it. Neither is better or worse, it just depends on the context. But another way to think of this is by the shadows created.

Soft light produces graduated shadows that slowly fall off and hard light produces sharp shadows.

In a product photography context, this showcases two very different styles.

Hard light photographers use very bright lights on giant light stands in order to get a very small light source as far away from the product as possible. They might even angle the donut-shaped flash tube sideways to make the light a tiny bit smaller. The goal is to get the sharpest, crispest shadows possible.

You can do this with the sun at high noon or on the moon, but those aren't very convenient circumstances. Otherwise you need a studio with a 20 foot ceiling and a giraffe boom light stand. The farther away the light is, the smaller it is, the crisper the shadows.

The other style is graduated lighting—where shadows get more and more transparent over a given distance. This is done by shining a hard light into diffusion so you make the light source very big, but it is brighter in the center and darker around the edges, enhancing the shadow fall off.

If you are really clever, you can combine the two styles.

The chrome caps have graduated shadows but the containers produce sharp shadows. This is done through the magical lighting technique of... taking two photos and combining them in Photoshop.

Sorry, can't violate physics.

In portrait light, playing with shadows is usually the best way to add dramatic effect. One of the most famous lighting setups is Rembrandt Lighting, modeled after the painter's oft-used technique. The goal is to get a triangle patch of light on the shadow side of the face.

But more advanced lighting setups will use shadows in all sorts of cool ways to add drama.

But one of my favorite tricks involving shadows is colored ambient fill light. Fill light is a technique where you raise or lower the intensity of the ambient light to make shadows lighter or darker. Typically this is done by shooting a light into the ceiling, making the entire room brighter. But you can also use soft boxes, reflectors, or gobos (a black, light absorbing material).

You still have the bright main light as the dominant source, but by raising the ambient intensity you can lighten any shadows.

To make this more fun, you can make the fill light a specific color. Either with an RGB source or a color gel. And then any shadow in your photo will tint that color.

I wish I could teach this technique to YouTubers because many of them just blast a colored light from off to the side and it can look pretty harsh.

Edge lighting should not encroach that far onto the face. And if it does, doing a fill light technique is going to look a lot smoother and more natural. Or just a giant softbox could work. (I don't mean to pick on Jessie, this was just the first example I could remember.)

You can even do a colored main light and a shadow fill and then the transition between the two will be a third color. In this case, magenta key, blue fill, and a purple transition.

And then finally there is the absence of shadows. This is what ring lights are *actually* intended for. They surround the face in all directions to eliminate as many shadow areas as possible. This is often seen as very flattering because it hides skin texture and pores, which is why it is popular for makeup tutorials.

Playing with shadows is a huge part of photography. A lot of beginner studio photographers will only think about adding light. When you start thinking about the shadows, that is when you graduate to the next level of light design.

Light reveals and shadows dramatize.

[118plus]

When you're sketching the body from a different (like how you have tommy leaning into buck in your most recent image) how do you go about making sure the anatomy doesn't look wonky? Like do you have tips for trying to draw a body from an angle that is not quite typical?

soo quick and easy answer: 3d pose tool!

the site has premade poses w/ different 3d models to pick from or you can create your own poses, and you can move around the camera too.

moving things around and/or changing the angle is one quick way you can do to change the perspective (while also adding/removing details here and there which can/can't be seen from that angle)

I also like to use lines, which I use as a center line and as a perspective/angle guide, and circles, which I use to help me with the direction/angle of the limbs and its volume (like the foreshortening coil method except I just do it only where I need it)

as for interpreting the pose/reference, I do like to exaggerate things ever so slightly so as not to draw exactly what I see but rather what I think of/feel about the movement, if that makes sense.

other tips:

transformation & liquify tool is your friend if u do digital 😁

vary the scale/length of the limbs depending on the angle. like with the 3d mannequin w/ the top-down view, the head/upper torso/thigh is larger/longer bc we see more of them than the limbs we don't see directly from the view, like the calf/neck/lower torso area

semi-related to prev, not everything/part of a limb has to be drawn (still struggle with this myself)

[justivik]

I DONT HAVE ANYTHING SPECIFIC JUST MORE YANDERE PHOTOGRAPHER PLEASE!!!

(except maybe no nsfw or smut for this one.. kinda skeeves me out hehe…)

SLEEPY.

; yandere! loser x fem! reader

Your head was resting on the desk in the large, warm room, your hair lay across the page of the science book. Your closed eyes and quiet breathing make him feel nervous, he never thought he could have you sleeping in his room without forcing you to do anything.

You both had to make a school project to get a good grade, you met at the black-haired boy's house to be able to advance in your project but the tiredness of homework, personal and family problems were gigantic for you. Without realizing it, you gradually fell asleep in the boy's book and stopped answering his questions.

“We are now three questions away and we can rest”

His eyes turned to look at you and his voice began to lower its tone, your chest went down and up quietly.

Quickly noticing this scenario he went for his camera so he could have this moment forever, he turned on his camera and took off the flash so as not to wake you up and disturb you.

Deep, intense breathing was present as he took a new picture at a new angle. He moved a strand of your hair so that your face could be seen and a faint nervous smile appeared on his face.

When he finished, he admired his photos and put them away in a folder. Weak but profound words came out of his mouth.

“You are so cute! I love to see you so helpless.”

He didn't know that you were conscious and that you had heard everything.

still don't have a name for yandere! loser 😭

[justmiha97]

Had some fun with Reshade in Sims 2

So I'm deciding to share it! Introducing...

CinemaSim2 Reshade Presets

The Game already looks great with radiance lighting (I'm still developing my own version of it, currently on evening lighting), but I decided to throw in reshade in the mix, and the game is looking gorgeous!

UI is still affected because sims 2 (unlike sims 3 and 4) cannot exclude UI from the Reshade shader influence, however I've tried to keep the readability of the UI as intact as possible.

Here are some lovely screenshots:

Prerequisites:

Any working Reshade version (this is tested on 6.2, 6.3 and 6.4).

Specific 6.2 Reshade Shader files, it won't work correctly without these (you can also get them here).

Keep reading to download...

I've made multiple presets, each much more complex than the previous. Get them from the list below.

Regular Presets included are:

Very Low

Low

Medium

High

Very high

Experimental (significant FPS drop for minor, and sometimes buggy features) Presets included are:

Ultra (includes some edge value based reflections).

Extreme (includes depth angle based Screen Space Reflections).

What is included in these presets:

AO, multiple layers of these (some are disabled on lower end presets).

DOF, for close and far distances (disabled on lower end presets).

Chromatic Abberation, for some added realistic camera lense effect, not too distracting, very delicate.

HDR, and balanced Bloom in one single technique, so that lights, emission shaders and scene colors can POP, adds glow to really bright spots. (disabled on Very Low preset).

Bump Map effect based on texture contrast (disabled on lower end presets).

Reflective Bump mapping which adds reflections to the edges of the objects affected by the bump map (disabled on all presets except for experimental ones).

SSR with 'raytracing' (yes, it actually looks like planar reflections and reflects everything, even moving objects, albeit it's not really accurate at all, but looks cool). (disabled on all presets, except for Extreme one).

Adaptation techniques to always keep values in check (never too bright or too dark. Some are disabled on Very Low preset).

Distance Fog techniques to make the world feel more real, closer to sims 3/4.