#would like someone to take dirty polaroids pictures with me

[writing-until-i-drop]

Nudes (Double Penetration Pt.2) | Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x reader | wc: 709

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! oral (fem receiving), masturbation, taking nudes, dirty talk, dom!Phoenix, lmk if I missed anything

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Hanging out with Natasha had become more frequent since she had joined you and Jake in bed. Jake was more than okay with it, he was over the moon with excitement every time you brought up hanging out with her, and even said that he wouldn’t mind if you fooled around with her as long as he got pictures. 

Something Natasha had been eager to do. 

“You look so good, sweet girl,” Natasha praised, snapping polaroids of you laying on the bed in red lingerie. A matching set to the one she had been wearing when she fucked your brains out. “Rub your pussy for me.” There was no hesitation or shame as you ran your hand down the front of your body slowly, putting on a show for her as she snapped photo after photo.

“You know,” You moaned as you rubbed yourself over the tiny, lace panties, “You know what I really want?” 

“What, baby?” Your fingers slipped beneath the lace, gliding through the slick heat between your folds so easily, finding your clit without trouble. Natasha took another photo, your back arching off the bed.

“I want you to fuck me with your big cock again,” Natasha hummed in approval, dark eyes meeting yours. You knew she wanted it just as badly. The way she licked her bottom lip, staring at you like a predator looks at its prey. You slipped a finger inside yourself, rocking your hips into your palm. “Want to feel you stretching me out while I cum.” 

“Fuck, baby, what does Hangman do when you spew all that filth? Take off your bra,” You paused your ministrations long enough to toss the lace garment to Natasha’s feet.

“The real question is, what are you going to do about it?” The truth was you were shy about talking dirty with Jake, which wasn’t an issue because Jake had a dirty enough mouth for the both of you. There was just something about Natasha that pulled it out of you. Natash arched a brow at you, taking a few more pictures as you played with your nipples and pussy.

“Watch your mouth, sweet girl, or I’m going to give you something to do with it.” The thought of her doing anything to you only made you wetter, which in turn switched off the logical part of your brain. You raised your slick fingers to your mouth, sucking on them.

“That’s a lot of talk for someone who hasn’t even touched me yet.” You knew you were in for it when she put down the camera and began silently stripping off her clothes. When she was naked she crawled over you, kissing up your body.

“I know a better way for you to put that mouth to use if you want to be my good girl. You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” You nodded, running your hands over her body, loving the way her smooth skin felt beneath your fingertips.

“I want to be your good girl.” Natasha rewarded you with a sweet kiss that had your head going fuzzy but the feeling was nothing compared to when she manuevered herself to hover over your face, slowly lowering her pussy down onto your waiting mouth. 

You had never eaten a girl out before but you were eager to please, licking and sucking like it was your one mission in life. Natasha ground her hips down, rocking herself over your mouth, her moans filling the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. The fact that Jake would be turned on when you told him about this later just made it ten times hotter.

“So good, fuck,” Natasha moaned as you thrust your tongue inside her, relishing the taste of her coating your lips. You finally understood why Jake loved eating you out so much as the closer Natasha came to her climax, her thighs trembling around your head. “I’m gonna cum,” Natasha whined. You gripped her hips, pulling her down tight over your mouth as you brought her over the edge.  

When Natasha climbed off of you she grabbed her camera, taking a picture of you half naked on the bed, her juices covering your face. That one turned out to be Jake’s favorite.

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[asocialangel]

a polaroid love

For Christmas, Isagi got a polaroid, and you best believe all his 10 polas would be of you, his muse.

smut – 4k words🧍. Isagi x fem!reader

DO NOT READ IN PUBLIC unless you’re a brave soul wwww. Mentions of sex, slight chocking, p in v, cum.... yadayada. Characters obvi aged up.

inspired by someone here on tumblr ! Who's user i forgot so if you know pleassssse tell me !! Their fic was something along the lines of: where the bllk boys would keep their dirty polaroids. I feel so stupid for not finding it again... Anyway enjoy my first long fic ! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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For christmas, Isagi got a polaroid with 10 pictures to take. He did not ask for that, neither had he ever thought about getting one, let alone actually using it. But he figured, now that it’s here, might as well make a good use out of it. 

His muse was obviously the one and only you. It wasn’t necessarily his intention, but his first and last pictures would be of you. At first he asked you when to take pictures, if you considered they would be worthwhile. Over time, he had his own sense of photographic art. The very first one was his idea though. 

1rst pola: a picture of you two. 

When he got it, he instantly said that the first picture he wanted was one of the two of you, to put in his phone case. Therefore the first picture ever printed was you two hugging in front of the christmas tree. You’re looking at the camera, smiling, his hand on your waist, your head nuzzled in his neck. You were wearing matching christmas sweaters if it matters, yours red, his green. He had asked Hiori, who gifted him the polaroid, to take the picture and choose the settings. And it turned out perfect ! Not over exposed, centered. Isagi was so happy with the results… As promised, he instantly put it in his clear phone case, hiding the dollar bill that was already there. It’s a happy memory you are glad has been immortalized. 

2nd pola: you at a café

His second picture was at a café, not much after the first pola. He had almost forgotten the existence of his camera, until he saw it sitting on his shelf and thought your upcoming coffee date was a great time to take a pic. He quickly put it in his bag and carried on. When you were finally seated he asked you to pose and ! Flash and all, the picture was getting printed. It came out a bit too bright ‘cause he didn’t master the settings yet, but he was happy nonetheless. “Pretty for my first polaroid, isn't it?” “Your model did all the work”, you answered, kittenish. 

3rd pola: you fixing your hair

For his third polaroid, Isagi had decided he wanted to have a candid moment, not a perfected pose. So when he saw you getting ready to go to run errands, he thought “this is the typa moments i want to capture, my lovely day-to-day”. He turned the polaroid on and sneakily took a picture of you fixing your hair in front of the mirror. The flash surprised you so much, you turned around and couldn’t help but to smile at his contented face. To be fair, the picture turned out great. The yellow bathroom light almost gave it a retro vibe. and the composition, for something that was taken so fast, was surprisingly good. Had it been digital, it definitely would have become your insta profile picture. 

4rth pola: you at the beach

The fourth film was used at the sea. You and your boyfriend were on a beach vacation. That definitely was a good place for pictures, had he thought. In the suitcase it went. Isagi was definitely not the type of guy to “save things for the perfect moment, a moment that ultimately never came so you ended up never using said thing''. He was a firm believer in “use it as soon as you feel like it, or else it would end up unopened 5 years later when you are no longer interested in it”. So whenever he felt like taking a polaroid, he did it, not thinking about its price or anything else. Obviously, a vacation in a paradisaic landscape was the place he wanted to have physical memories of. As soon as you guys had arrived at the hotel, you put down your suitcases and stripped down to put your swimsuit on – a baby blue and white striped bikini – and ran to the sand. Isagi did the same, only taking his polaroid with him and a bit of cash cause he knew you would want ice cream. Just as he planned, you first ran up to the water, went in until your claves got wet, turned around, splashed him a bit, laughed at him and exited the water, until you saw the ice cream vendor with his cart, and looked at him with puppy eyes. You didn't even need to say a word, he was already holding your hand as you walked towards the man. You chose your always flavor, Isagi did the same. He had the routine memorized, so he knew the next step would be you tasting your ice cream and immediately asking to taste his before even finishing experiencing your own flavor. “Sure” he said as he brought his cone to your face. Just as it was close enough for you to lick (you were staring at him right in the eyes), he pushed it a little more, until it hit your nose leaving a bit of ice cream on it. You smiled really hard, til the corners of your mouth reached your ears. He stepped back, and clicked the perfect shot. Beautiful you in a beautiful outfit with a beautiful sea behind. And a cute moment. Maybe his favorite pola as of this far. 

5th pola: you flashing him at the supermarket

When the time came for him to take his 5th polaroid, half his shots, you wanted to make things more interesting. Isagi had been so sweet to you these days, especially during these beach vacations. He told you he wanted a more casual souvenir, one in a random place. So the local mini supermarket seemed perfect ! He told you to stand next to the soda bottles for a colorful background. So you did. But you were feeling a little mischievous and also wanted to give your lover a special gift. You were all reddish from the sun, your freckles stood out and your hair was curly from the salt. You looked effortlessly innocent, maybe that was why Isagi loved you so hard perhaps. Since you were coming back from the beach, you still had your tote bag on your shoulder, your mini shorts on, and sand on your knees. Oh and you weren't wearing anything under your shirt. So after making sure you were right where Isagi wanted you in the frame, you hit a pose. “Are you ready ? One, Two, Three !” Right as he said three, you shook your peace signs away to grab the bottom of your shirt and lift it up, showing your beautiful boobs to the entire supermarket. Luckily, it was empty and no one saw it. Clueless, Isagi put down his camera and waited for the film to come out. Perhaps from the small window thing on his camera, he hadn't seen what you did. So he was there, blissfully unaware, looking at the white yet undeveloped polaroid. “Okay, we can get moving now ! As always, the picture’s gonna show up in a few minutes so let’s buy what we have to buy”. Isagi started walking in front of you. As you guys grabbed snacks, you could see him peeping at the picture. Getting chips, he peeped. Getting fruit, he peeped, longer this time. Getting chocolates, he peeped and looked confused, bringing the pola closer to his face. While grabbing chewing gum at the cashier, you could see him getting redder and redder, though he didn't say a word. He quickly put it in his pocket, and asked for the total, stuttering. You could feel he was avoiding your eyes. So to tease him even more, you got up to him and grabbed his arm. You could feel how hot his face was, it was so cute. When you passed the automatic exit doors, he looked at you: “Y/N ! Why did you do that !” He wanted to sound mad but you knew he was just flustered. “Why, are they ugly ?” “No – don't say that ! They are way too beautiful, that’s the problem. I’m gonna cherish this pola, it will be mine and only mine to see”. You laughed and laid your head on his shoulders as you walked. “Don’t play tricks like this on me again, y/n…”

6th pola: a facial

The sixth pola was taken the same day as the fifth. I guess all these emotions had him excited. When you guys went back to your hotel room at the end of the day, you put down your stuff and headed straight for the shower (you hated the feeling of sand in your hair and salt on your skin). As you started singing a tune under the shower head, you heard the bathroom open, but you paid no mind to it as Isagi often entered to take random items and exited as if he was never there. So you continued singing “yeogi pale blue dot, ooh hoo ohh…” When you heard the door close, you sang a little louder as you tried to wash away the shampoo from your hair. But you soon heard the shower curtain wrinkle and water droplets fall on the rug. You barely started to turn around to see what was happening when you felt Isagi’s hand on your waist. His touch felt a bit slippery as you still had remains of foam on you. “What are you doi–” you giggled but he stopped you from finishing your sentence, interrupting you with a kiss. From there on everything went literally steamy, as you guys locked yourself up in the bathroom for quite some time, stopping all the vapor from ventatiling. It did not stop at a kiss, and when you guys finally decided to exit the bathroom, it was only to continue in the bedroom. You had your high quite a few times, so did he. It ended when he came on your face for one last time. You looked at him with lustful eyes, shiny from tears, cheeks flushed pink. You were so beautiful. So much so he wanted to remember your beauty forever. Without letting go of your throat –that he had been holding as hard as you liked– he turned around and grabbed the polaroid that you guys had thrown on the hotel carpet since you were in such a hurry to free up the bed. Because one hand of his was busy, he had to pull on the lens with his teeth, to turn the camera on. As soon as it was ready, he chose the right setting and flashed your eyes almost blind. He did it so swiftly you barely had time to realize it, let alone change poses. You still had your innocent expression on, face dazzled with his milky cum. He took the picture that was coming out and laid it on the bed. He finally unclenched his hand on your throat and with his thumb, rubbed off some of the cum you had on your nose to spread it on your pouty lips. You licked it off and finally smiled, like you regained your spirits. “Did it turn out great ?” “How couldn't it ? You’re so photogenic”. Once the pola had fully gotten his colors, he looked at him before showing you. You were lying in the bed sheets when you took it from his hands. Beautiful. Your big eyes, the eerie white flash on the white hotel sheets, his veined hand, your breasts with pointy nipples and obviously, Isagi’s artistic streaks all over your face. “Are you putting this one in your phone case, Isagi ?” “Want me to ?”. You chuckled. 

7th pola: your wet pussy 

I think at that point you guys had hit the point of no return. Every pola he’d take from now on would not end up in a family photo album. The 7th was taken back home. The vacation had ended and neither of you had wanted to take a pola, maybe nothing was memorable enough to take a pic. So the 7th one happened in your house actually, after a match. Isagi had played against a random nugu team, but somehow had made very beautiful plays. Maybe it was because you, for once, made the effort to go see him. To be fair Isagi was having a really bad season and you kept on taunting him about it. It’s understandable that you didn’t particularly want to see him barely run on the field. But that day you went because you had nothing better to do, and you guys arranged an at-home date, so it was easier if you went home together. You didn't warn him you were coming, you just parked your car and sat in the VIP lounge, close enough to the field he’d notice you fast. Damn had he been good for once in a hot while. He was very lively, made beautiful feints, and memorable goals. He was so attractive when he played… The way his muscles tensed up, how he constantly wiped his sweaty face with his jersey, revealing his abs… Yeah you were no better than a fangirl. Actually you were the fangirl. But to top it off, really tie the knot, something that, unbeknownst to him, physically made you wet… He got mad at other players. Ah, so embarrassing for you but how down bad you were for him shouting at his teammates, borderline pushing the opponents, cussing himself when he missed… You could feel your pussy throbbing all throughout the match, getting more flustered as he began bad mouthing more and more the opponents cause he was winning. When people tried to talk to you, you stuttered, afraid at the idea they could read your mind. Oh the things you were imagining right now. When the match finished, Isagi went directly to you, and changed moods like nothing happened (he was never mean to you like that, to your discontent…). “You came to see me, angel ?” “Yes I figured I’d spare my boyfriend some of my precious time”. You went and kissed him, tasting the salty sweat on his face. You loved him like that, but again, it was a secret. Your kiss was unusually passionate for just a ‘hello’ kiss. Isagi stepped back and looked down at you, chuckling. “Thank you for coming. Let’s go home ?” “Yeah”, you answered as he took your hand and walked to your car.

You were driving when you talked about the match. “I think I went overboard with the rudeness today on the field”. “You think ? I think it was okay. Plus it made them tense, so I guess it worked.” “Tense ? Wait, you could hear them too up where you were ?” “... No, I just, I’m just guessing”. You could feel your cheeks getting redder. “Soooo you know how I am on the field ? Why’d you never mention it ? This is so embarrassing for me y/n…” Isagi closed his eyes while you were pretending to be focused on the road to avoid looking at him. “No it’s not actually. I find it… sexy”. Your cheeks were now hot. “Sexy ?! What do you mean ?! I’m plain spiteful !” “Yeah… that’s kinda what I like. I thank you for not being like this with me cause I’d be constantly horny”. Big blank. Isagi paused as you turned left into your driveway. His mind was working double (So she knew about it ? But she likes it ? Does she like being disrespected or is it just me ? What does she mean horny, if I push her she’ll kiss me ? If I insult her she’ll moan ? What the flip ?) ((Yes I'm convinced Isagi genuinely says that)). You turned the car off, took your keys and opened the door. “Forget about it, I’ve said too much and lost my dignity ‘till the end of our relationship”. You look at the floor sheepishly. “Are you fucking crazy ? You’re so weird y/n !” Isagi looked at you, angry as he caught up to you. You didn't react and went for the door, but Isagi blocked you, putting himself between you and the lock. “Answer”, he forced your chin up with his hand, making you look him in the eyes. Finally you could see the playful spark in his eyes. You smiled. “Yes I’m ‘fuckin crazy’. Cause this is enough for me to want to take my shirt off”. “Damn that’s… crazy. I adore crazy. So when you said wet, you meant… wet ?” “I’m pretty sure I left my seat back there drenched”. Isagi finally let you unlock the door and as soon as you closed it behind you, he picked you up from the floor, taking you straight to the bedroom. “Let me see”. He threw you rather carelessly on the mattress, making you laugh at how everything turned out. He unbuttoned your jeans and took them off for you while you kept laughing. As he threw them on the floor you heard him fulfilled: “it IS true ! You’re so wet only from me ?” You hide your face with your hands, still giggling “I ammm”. As Isagi looked up to see your face, a wide smile on his face, he saw his pola sitting on his shelf. “I am so proud – wait let me show you !” He removed his hand from your inner thighs and stood over you, hands on the bed, stretching trying to reach his camera. When he grabbed it, he looked down and looked at you in the eyes. Your faces were so close to each other. He snapped out of it and went back to business. He touched your wet pussy and tugged on one lip, revealing its pinkish color. Your panties were so stretchy, and so thin, even with fabric, all its topography was clear. And your wetness made the fabric stick even closer to your beautiful inner lips. Your panties were DRENCHED. You didn't lie when you said it made you feel things. Actually, had he looked, even your jeans were humid. He stroked your pussy quickly, and spread your legs slightly more with one hand, as he framed the shot, looking through the small camera preview. “Looks good”. He clicked and you heard the shutter go down. He took the picture and jumped back up to tower you. He looked deeply into your eyes “when you said you loved all of me, you did mean it” “i did, i do”. He kissed you passionately. The polaroid eventually showed its colors. A close up of your beautiful pussy, half of it revealed by Isagi’s fingers, and almost all your panties soaked. “You better not use this kink I have as a secret weapon during our fights from now on, babe”. What a use of a polaroid. 

8th pola: your hands on his dick

The eight pola was the result of a game. Basically you guys went to an arcade and you had set a rule: you would count the winner of every mini activity you did, and the one with the most wins could have a wish realized, any wish. In the end, you ended up winning. And your wish was simple, you wanted a pola that you could keep for yourself. With the satisfied grin you had when you told him what your wish was, he directly understood this would not be a polaroid like the first one you took. You really hesitated for what exactly you wanted to capture, so you thought to yourself that you would see how the night would go and you’d choose the right moment. Isagi looked really really cute, cute enough for you to want to take the picture multiple times. Honorable mentions of when you really hesitated to take the pic: when he took his belt and jeans off, that’s a classic but always has its effect on you, when he towered you, shirtless, and finally when he was eating you out. But you settled on perhaps your second favorite thing ever of Isagi, after his sweet personality: his cock. When you were giving him a blowjob, it really kicked in that, yes, damn his dick was beautiful. So you had him come but forbid him from spitting his cum anywhere but his abs or right up in the air so it’d fall back on his tip (usually he loves cumming on your thighs). So bam, his penis is covered in his own cum, and your beautiful hands –with a fresh manicure mind you– are stroking his dick. “Isagi stay like this. This is how I want the pola”. He looked at you almost embarrassed, he wasn't used to you being the one giving orders, especially in this context. “Can you take it for me ? I love your artistic vision better than mine”. Okay that was already too much for him so now he felt straight up humiliated. “Uhm, sure…” “A bet is a bet, angel”. Now you were using HIS pet name for YOU, TURNED AGAINST HIM ? He was the one who called you angel usually… He pouted, cheeks started to flush from embarrassment and he reached for the polaroid. “Make sure to leave your balls, your abs and my hand on the frame, angel”. He did not answer, he just kept pouting and pressed the button. When he was done you wiped the cum on his dick with your hand, cleaning your hands on his abs. “Good boy” you purred. You kissed him and grabbed the picture. It turned out perfect. “This one’s gonna be in my phone case”. 

9th pola: your naked body

The second to last, 9th polaroid was taken the same night. Had he been honest, Isagi would’ve admitted it was for revenge and to remind you who was in control. But he just said that “the camera was his after all, so he could take pics whenever he wanted”. As soon as you admitted being satisfied with your wish, Isagi pushed you lying on the mattress and pinned you down. “Let me show you a prettier sight”. He edged you for minutes on end, fingering your tight pussy. At the end, when he finally let you cum, you were left breathless and tired. That's when he grabbed his camera back, and took a picture of your naked body, bright flash on, leaving out your face. You could see everything in the picture, your boobs, your pretty hands, your shiny pussy from your own cum, your cute belly, and even your underwear that was still tossed next to you. “I’m the only one who knows it’s you because your face is left out, but I know every detail of you, even the heart shaped mole on your hips”. It was a cool pola to be fair. 

10th pola: his dick in your pussy 

The very last polaroid of the 10 item refill was thought through carefully. Isagi wanted something memorable and quintessential of his photographic journey. So he hesitated quite a long time between a genuinely innocent picture of the two of you, a selfie perhaps, or a nasty, dirty, filthy intimate scene. He was an advocate for the first one while you preferred the latter, that's why he decided to choose while playing rock paper scissors… Guess who won ?? Yours truthfully, obviously !! You shouted in joy and jumped around, hugging him from behind and teasing him. “I know what I want already, babe, something that is fair to the both of us”. You whispered in his ears: “let’s photograph a creampie”. He snickered. I’ll leave it up to your imagination how everything unraveled, but the last pola was very pretty indeed, showing equal parts of you and Isagi. 

A/N: Y’ALL MY 1RST SMUT WAS IT GOOD OR NAH ? I fear it’s not even that smutty but idk, I find fics describing graphically everything boring, like I'm creative enough to imagine which dirty words my delusionalship would say to me… This was longer than anticipated, but I gotta say I'm quite proud ! Plus I wrote it in like 3 days, which is unusual for inconsistent me. I lovvveeee isagi sm, this felt illegal writing cause I was always in my family living room kkkkk. And I was also inspired by my current polaroid I dusted off from last time I used it in 2017 bahaha.

[luneshallshine]

✂ txt as kinks (m)

ღ a/n: another attempt at smut... i hope this turns out better..!

click here for the ateez version :)

minors n ageless blogs do not interact please! afab!reader (use of female terms)

ღ yeonjun, soft dom

♫ playing now : the best i ever had by limi

corruption kink

he's definitely not a virgin

man carries himself too hard to be a virgin-

he will RELISH in the chance to corrupt his partner

be their first and be the only one to fuck their cunt

will treat you so sweetly!

it will be a different type of feeling for yeonjun, like he's never liked fucking someone so much

until you <3

will teach you everything he knows and help you be more confident

wants to be your one and only

"my sweet angel, my darling, i'll make this feel so good, you will want more.."

sensory deprivation (giving and receiving)

PLEASE

i was staring at my screen and then i thought of him with a blindfold

will love figuring out your sensitive parts

teasing you

and overstimming you while you can't see him

will kiss you a lot when he covers your eyes

a LOT of dirty talk

prepare to be teased for a long time..

"if only you could see how hard i am for you, here, let me rub against you.. feel it now?"

ღ soobin, switch (leaning sub)

♫ playing now : babygirl by maeta

free use (receiving)

now, this has be when he FULLY trusts you

he is desperate to please and will offer this to you when he feels safe

has to establish a safe word

once you guys are settled

he will allow you to do anything

want to fuck him while one of his members is asleep in the same room?

want to fuck him when he is on call with yeonjun?

want to fuck him when he is getting ready to go on stage?

he will not say no

"right here baby...? okay let me lock the door.."

nipple play/breast worship (giving)

a total tits guy..

i am not going to lie on this site

he will toy with your breasts for as long as you'll let him

he will kiss them and shower them with love

might give them more attention than your cunt-

he just loves them

doesn't care about size

just wants to kiss them and wants his hands on them

will love watching your chest as you two make love

"so pretty, it's always like your breasts ask for my touch.."

ღ beomgyu, switch (leaning dom, bratty sub)

♫ playing now : alone with you by ashlee

taking pictures

will whip out his dick his polaroid camera and spend a lot of money making sure he always has film

loves taking photos of you on your knees

his dick in your mouth

will keep it in his wallet

would put in his phone case but too many people might see it

and only he should be able to look at you like that

"pose for me darling, my dick looks so nice in your mouth, say cheese.."

pain kink (hair pulling) (receiving)

i'm not over emo beomgyu

no moa is

he loves you pulling on his hair as he eats you out

it makes me know that you like what he's doing

will groan and whimper

leans into your touch

wants you to be rough when he's feeling subby

"mmh? does it feel that good angel? tug it more, i like it."

ღ taehyun, soft dom

♫ playing now : red lights by stray kids

strength kink

he doesn't work out for nothing !!

he's been wilding more lately and his muscles are getting ridiculous

he would want to manhandle you, prove me wrong (you can't)

wall sex...

SOFT wall sex

yes

<3

"hm? no you're not heavy at all, don't worry angel."

marking (receiving and giving)

idk why but i feel like tyun is a possessive typa guy

not in the way that he wants to mark you

but that he wants to be marked up

would show it off nonchalantly

like at the gym

omg..

would go workout with you and take off his shirt to show off all the marks you left

so no one will bother you both

omg !!

"yeah, i know they're staring. you did such a good job last night angel."

ღ huening kai, switch (leaning sub..)

♫ playing now : heaven by taemin

praise kink (recieving and giving)

this sweetie :(

he wants to know that you like what he's doing !!

will praise you just as much but he loves loves loves getting it too !!

after every major action he does, he'll look at you

silently asking for reassurance

will ask you afterwards if everything was ok

be honest with him

when you praise him, he gets a warm feeling in his tummy

will do everything to get your approval

"is this okay..? it is? great, i'll do a little more then.."

joi (jack-off-instructions) (receiving)

do

not

ask

i just got this vibe

ok im fully on this sub!hyuka train

like i have said

he's eager for validation and praise

so he'd listen to you order him around

bonus if you're out of reach

just imagine him listening to you so well that he doesn't even realize he came a minute ago

"like this? o-okay.. yeah it feels really good, more.. i wanna do more.."

i'm getting better at this 18+ stuff, let's gooo !

ღ lune

[abbyromanoff]

TARGET 1

PAIRINGS: Ghostface!Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 2581

WARNINGS: bottom!Nat, kinda dark reader, Mommy (R), smut obvi, mentions of face riding, hand jobs, breeding, little!Nat, praise, pet names, Nat is referred to as “bear” a lot, small angst, wrote this in abt an hour so it’s not that great :/, think that’s all tho :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Screams echoed through the dark alley, and Nat cursed herself for not thinking to cover the victim’s mouth. Someone could hear, and with the news of the recent killings spreading, she didn’t want to risk finally being caught.

The blood oozed out of the man’s wound, and Nat smiled as she grabbed her camera. She examined her surroundings, making sure nobody was nearby before she took multiple photos, placing them in her pocket after making sure they were perfect for you. She sent a text your way, updating you on her completion before removing the mask and cloak, placing them in her bag while she placed a single headphone in, making sure she looked like a normal citizen and not a killer who just took away the life of an innocent man. You told her to be safe on her voyage home and received a quick photo of her grinning with a thumbs up, giving you all the closure you needed as you set up the bath. You ensured the water was hot so it would cool to an even temperature by the time she was home. You placed her favorite toys in the pile of bubbles and ventured into the kitchen, waiting for the oven to set off and to hear the twisting of keys to your shared apartment.

“Mommy? I’m home!” You heard a giggly Nat alert you, causing you to peek your head out of the room. She smiled when she saw you and tried rushing forward, only to be stopped by your voice.

“Ah, ah, what’s the rule with shoes in the house?” She looked down, noticing a small trail of blood she left on the floor. She rushed an apology and placed them on the rack next to the coat hanger, continuing her way to you and throwing her arms around you in a hurry.

“Mm, I missed you, bear.” You placed your hands on both of her cheeks, squishing the plush skin before leaving a quick peck on her lips. Her dimples shined under her large blush and you chuckled, placing one last kiss on her forehead before grabbing her plate of food.

“I know you must be so hungry after all your hard work today, I thought you deserved a little treat.”

“Breakfast for dinner? Oh, thank you, Mommy!” You knew it was her favorite, and while it was a bit of a hassle, you’d rather spend half an hour cleaning if you got to see her smile so large. She poured the maple syrup over her waffle before grabbing the whipped cream, only to be stopped by a hand.

“I think it’s best if Mommy does that for you, we don’t want you dirtying up your shirt, now do we?” You also knew she loved to go over the top with sweetness, whipped cream being one of those. While she deserved a lovely treat, it was best if she didn’t plow down piles of food and complain later on about stomach pain.

“Would you like me to cut your waffle for you, love?” She grappled onto your arm, resting her head on the soft skin as she watched your every move.

“Yes, please.” Her mouth felt empty, usually, she had her pacifier to soothe her in times of calmness like this. So, she took to biting her lip instead, a habit you’ve been trying to have her let go of.

“There you go. Why don’t you eat up and you can tell me all about your little adventure tonight, okay?” She nodded, instantly taking her fork and picking the piece she saw first. You sighed with contentment before taking the seat across from her, occasionally feeling her foot slap against your leg as she swung them happily.

“I even got a bunch of pictures for you!” She concluded her rant, reaching into her pocket where the Polaroids were stored.

“No talking with your mouth full, bear,” You reminded her, making her stop as she swallowed the nourishment before continuing. She placed each of them on the table, taking a sip of her apple juice before explaining each one.

“And guess what? I stabbed him, like, a billion times! I forgot to cover his mouth on accident, so I made sure to leave before anyone heard him or saw me.” You nodded along with her statements, standing alongside her as the two of you cleaned each dish.

“Now, baby, you need to make sure you’re being careful, I don’t want you to get caught.”

“I know, Mommy, I promise I’m usually really careful, but I got a little excited this time.” The man wasn’t a terrible person, but in her mind he was. He was your boss and had been setting unrealistic expectations for all of his workers, including you. This meant longer hours and more stress, which also meant less time that Nat got to spend with you. You tried making it up to her, and she didn’t blame you, but she knew this was the best gift she could offer you. After all, you do so much for her, you deserved a thank you.

“That’s alright, we’re just going to need to wait a little bit longer until we find someone, this time.”

The two of you quickly finished the load of dishes, thankful that there wasn’t a lot. You led her to the bathroom, helping rid her of her clothing before she settled in the bathtub. She played with the toys, allowing her giggles to be presented instead of shying away. She was never appreciated in the ways you showed her, so being able to remove that ounce of fear she held felt undeniably relieving.

“Mommy, can I ask you something?” She asked in a low voice, clinging onto the towel you wrapped around her. You furrowed your brows but gave her permission, your worry only growing as her gaze faltered to the floor.

“Do you really think I’m good at this type of stuff?” She had been trained her entire life to kill, it was all she ever knew. She was of the highest rankings at such a young age, but the constant competition and downgrading she received failed to fill her confidence. All she ever wanted was to be good enough, and now that goal was even more important with you by her side.

“Oh, honey, of course, you are! I’m always so proud of you and your work, nothing will ever change that.” She sat on the edge of the bed, the cracked window causing goosebumps to erupt on her naked skin. You took the signal to shut it before returning, kneeling before her as you patched up a small cut on her knee. She eyed the Frozen bandaid with a smile, running her fingertip over the area before returning her gaze to you.

“But you don’t seem as excited about it as before, am I doing something wrong?” Her lips formed into a pout that she tried to hide, only to be exposed as you brought her face to meet yours.

“No, that’s not it at all. I’m so sorry, bear, I’ve been so stressed over work, and with the holidays coming up, I guess I’ve been neglecting you as a result. I’m so sorry, it was never my intent to hurt you.” She relished in the fact that the truth was now out and she could be at ease, but she felt saddened at your reaction. She didn’t want to hurt you, but now you were the one with a heavy heart.

“No, it’s okay! I- I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t doing something wrong, I’m not mad at you.” You rubbed her sides gently, taking the seat next to her as you wrapped your arm around her small frame. She rested her head on your shoulder out of instinct.

“You did so well tonight, I think I’m going to hang those photos up on the fridge so I’ll always be reminded of how talented you are.” Her legs rested on top of yours as she kissed your cheek in appreciation. You chuckled, doing the same to her while your hand rested on her thigh. You inched further, watching her shuffle impossibly closer to you as a result.

“You know what I think? I think that my girl deserves a little reward for just how well she did.” Your thumb made contact with her tip, the action bringing a shiver throughout Nat’s body. She grinned through a bitten lip, her cheeks turning a shade of red as you removed the skin from her teeth.

“You need to stop that, baby, you know I don’t like it.” She rushed a quick apology before a small gasp left her. She removed the towel from her lower half, only to see your hand now wrapped around her length, stroking a continued motion slowly.

“M- Mommy, that feels really nice.” You hummed, your eyes falling to the area of attention. You removed your hand, causing a whine of disapproval from your girlfriend. You shushed her, guiding her to lay on her back as she spotted her stuffed animal. It was a plush dinosaur that you got her years ago, she still cherished it. You pressed a kiss to her forehead before doing the same to the soft creature in her arms.

“Close your eyes, I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” She questioned when you stood in front of the door. You turned to look at her as you removed your shirt, exposing the black bra to her eyesight. They widened, her cock hardening even further before you closed the door behind you. She tried to follow your orders of sitting tight and closing her eyes, but the anticipation was so high. She wanted to know what you were doing, she wanted to feel your touch again. Her palm lowered down her body without realization, and she couldn’t hold back the whimper as she brushed over her balls. They were so sensitive, but you always said that was your favorite part about them.

“Natty, baby? Are your eyes closed?” She retracted her hand instantly, hoping you wouldn’t get a glance at her antics. You were never one for letting her touch herself, she suspected that wasn’t going to change tonight.

“Yup!” She heard the door squeak and had to fight the urge to look, but she remained how you wanted her, and she knew that pleased you when she heard small cooing.

“Aren’t you just the cutest little girl ever? Mommy is so, so lucky to have you, bear.” You ran your cool hands against her nipples, resulting in the buds hardening. She stifled a moan as you went lower, your fingers tracing over the same area she had just teased. She hoped you couldn’t tell, she never knew how but you seemed to know everything, especially when it came to her.

“I could just…eat you up!” Your hand enclosed around her cock, creating the same movements as you started earlier. She was grateful to have the return of your touch, but it wasn’t quite enough. Her hips thrusted with every stroke, her desperation being made clear to anyone who could see her.

“Oh, did you need something?” She whimpered when you came to a halt, your thumb collecting the pre cum from her drooling tip. You rubbed it over her bottom lip, letting her get a taste of the sweet nectar you grew addicted to.

“You, I…I want you.”

“But you have me, don’t you?” Your condescending tone brought her to quiver in excitement and fear.

“I need to be in you, Mommy…please?” You crooned, hovering over her length and letting the head tease your folds. You moaned, rubbing your clit in small circles. You continued until she couldn’t bear it anymore and finally let yourself soak in the pleasure, and allowing her to feel your warm walls clenching around her.

“Fuck, my little girl is so big, can barely even fit.” You groaned, interlacing your fingertips with hers. She seemed content with the praise and let her hips follow your movements, hoping she was doing it correctly in order to make you feel good, but that was quickly proven by your high-pitched moans.

“Right- right there- ah! Don’t stop, baby, don’t you dare fucking stop!” You leaned your face down, admiring the fact that she continued to comply to your request even in a state of such arousal.

“You can open your eyes now, bear.” She fluttered them open, blinking twice as she came to register the sight in front of her. The mask covered your face, the black paint looking into her eyes and she suddenly felt like someone else. She was no longer the killer, she was the victim.

“You like the mask? Yeah? Good, I was hoping you’d say that.” Your pants caused your chest to heave, your breasts bouncing in her face as a result. She removed a hand from yours, using her digits to caress the soft peaks before wrapping her lips around one, then switching to the other. The coil in her stomach tightened with each clench and each thrust, her eyes squeezing shut as she forced herself to slow down.

“Don’t hold back, bear, I want to feel your cum so deep inside of me.” She looked at you one more time for permission, using your short nod as approval to let go. Her teeth bit down gently as a result, causing you to hiss as she hurried to explain herself. You cut her off before she could speak, and she found herself unable to do so as she painted your walls white. You let her ride out her high, finding yourself unable to care for the orgasm you threatened yourself into having. It was cut short, and Nat wasn’t going to allow that.

“Mommy-”

“Shh, shh, don’t worry about me, just fill Mommy’s pussy.” Your tight hole greedily accepted her, and your womb greedily accepted her seed. You felt so full, but you were nowhere near done.

“You see this?” You pointed the knife in front of her, she gulped in fear before it led into hunger. You led the weapon to your chest as you leaned back, drawing it from the bottom of the mask to your lower waist. You grasped her palm, placing the knife in her hand as you allowed her to sit up. When doing so, her cock maneuvered inside of you, bringing a shudder of pleasure from both of you.

“I want you to mark me, baby. I want every single fucking soul to know exactly who’s Mommy I am.” She smiled, letting the object slowly and barely seep into you, it was just enough to leave a mark but nowhere near as bad to injure you greatly.

“And I want you to tell me while you write just how much of a good girl you are, and just how much Mommy loves their little bear.” You pet her head, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as she continued. You felt your hips threatening to repeat from earlier but held off until she finished.

“There, all done.” ‘Owner of Natty Bear’ was sloppily written on your skin, the blood dripping down your side as you praised the younger female.

“Mm, you did so good, Princess. Now, I think Mommy deserves a little treat, as well, yeah?” She nodded happily. “Alright, lay down, Mommy’s going to ride that cute face.”

[tojisun]

sunnyyy!! omg omg okay so idk what you put in your toxic dbf series but im sure its crack cause i know its freaking hurtful but i love it!! ur mind is >>>>>

alsoooo, i have this idea that i plan on writing for miguel but idk where to start SO IM GIVINF IT TO YOUUU!!

so lets call her bunny in this one. say bunny is enough of his shit, won’t let him do her dirty anymore because she refuses to be stupid. she’s no longer cassie howard and moves on to another man. a man who knows what he wants and who isn’t afraid to let her know that he wants her. he’ll cherish her, he adores the fuck out of her, he shows her off and he makes a promise to put a ring on her finger,

but simon doesn’t like that. not even one bit. and it ticks him off because why is he like this? why is he so worked up that she finds someone who finally treats her better than she can? yet, he can’t let it go. he lets her know. she has to know.

and so, at two am he comes knocking at her door. flowers in his hand, nicely dressed for the first time to let her know that he’s doing it for her and only her. not erin.

and it takes a lot in her to not slam the door in his face because she’s happy right now,

“you look at him the way i wanted to be looked by you, sweetheart” he admits, swallowing the lump in his throat. “and i envy that.”

she stares at him with a deadpan look. not really feeling a single thing anymore, leading him to continue.

“i have no right to say that, i know but—“ he pauses to take a deep breath. “i want to be with you. i want to be your man and i want you to let me”

she doesn’t want him to

ANA?? ANA MY LOVE???? THIS MAKES ME VIOLENTLY ILL

thinking about this in the dbf!simon series??? oh but im absolutely sobbing // same timeline as this !!

thinking about how you cry and wail and mourn for the years wasted on simon. thinking about the way you crumple on your bed, curling underneath your sheets, your cries now having been reduced to silent tears—this doesn’t mean you feel any better. instead, you feel even more distraught, upset in a way that feels bigger than yourself.

thinking about the promise you make to yourself. how, when the morning breaks, you will move on. that no matter how painful it may be—and it will be—you will strive to let go of simon. truly and completely this time around.

and that’s what you do. you fall asleep in exhaustion, heart heavy and mind buzzed. in the morning, you blink your eyes open and lay in bed for a few more minutes, suspended above your heartbreak, before it all comes crashing down on you. tears trickle from the corners of your eyes but you stay resolute, strong grip corralling your grief into the corner of your heart, before you get your day going.

you start by throwing everything that reminds you of simon: polaroid pictures and framed photos, shirts and clothes and socks and lingeries, towels and bedsheets, trinkets and accessories from across the globe—little souvenirs he’s brought to appease you.

(in the long haul, many of them were actually donated, while some were sold. but today, as you submerged yourself in your heartache, you dumped everything in a black garbage bag. out of sight, out of mind.)

blocking simon’s number actually turned out to be last. you deleted the pictures you have with simon in your phone prior, and then blocked and deleted his number altogether.

you breathed in deeply once you’re finished and collapsed to your bed again, trying to ignore the bareness of the walls and the emptiness of your room (let alone your heart).

the tears come again—they will come more often than not—and you let them. you open the locked corner of your heart and let the grief out. you mourn for what was lost; for what could’ve been. but most importantly, you mourn for the ways you’ve let yourself be trapped in such an unhappy moment.

moving on comes slowly; it comes so torturously that you thought it would never happen. but it does, and it does so during one quiet afternoon.

on that day, you realize that not once did you think of simon. not once did the memories trickle in to rip you away from the jovial present. and as you stand there in your kitchen, the sounds of the microwave beeps piercing through mutedly, you feel remade.

you feel whole, once again.

-

simon noticed, of course. he noticed the way your messages stopped coming in, or the way you no longer use your dad as an excuse to meet simon, or the way you just fell off the radar.

simon tried to reach out to you once and realized that you’ve got his number blocked.

it’s whatever, he thinks. because simon has never known you well, has never tried to learn more about you, so he thinks that this—your silent treatment and your detachment—is all a ploy. something like you playing hard-to-get.

so simon doesn’t think much about it until days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to months, and months are slowly building up to turn to a year.

simon doesn’t hear from you and, despite all his posturing, he realizes that he’s missed you. so he decides to drive by to pick you up for dinner and maybe apologize for whatever it is now that he’s done.

he gets to your dorm and rings your room. the intercom scratches awake, the person from the other side, your dorm mate he’s sure, asks who it was, and simon tells them his name. then, he tells them that he’s here for you.

there is silence for a while, almost loaded in a way that simon knows it’s not the intercom breaking up, and he gets his answer when he’s given a curt reply of, “she doesn’t want to see you. bye.” there is the distinct screech and then the line drops before simon could even ask why.

and simon feels lost. untethered.

-

john is a good man. that’s the first thing you realized. it terrified you, at first, how much you looked forward to meeting him. how much of being with him—simon’s friend—makes you happy.

you waited for the other shoe to drop, shoulders perpetually hunched as though that can shield you from the inevitable of john leaving you. of john using you.

but john is so warm. john is so gentle and kind and patient and loving.

john holds your hand and you know he isn’t looking for more. he drops you off at home, tells you to rest well and to say hi to your dorm mates, before taking off on his bike.

john kisses your cheeks and you know he isn’t looking for something more passionate. more heated. and you crave for his touch, yes, but there is something so special in the way john shows his affection—all crinkled smile and quiet chuckles; all whispered words and promises fulfilled; all soft and tender and secure.

it was a love so different, so beautiful, so really it wasn’t surprising at all when your relationship grows, thriving alongside your healing.

(he promised, you know? he promised, as he played with your hand, that he’ll one day put a ring on your finger. your lips wobbled and you told him to stop making loaded promises such as that, but john just turned to you with a soft smile and said, “i look forward to the day we share the same vow, bunny. if you would have me.”

you hiccupped sob and threw your arms over his shoulders, nodding because, “i would. john, i would!”

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and sharing warmth with you. you burrowed your head on the crook of his shoulder, breathing him in, letting his presence wash over you.

john, you thought. johnjohnjohn.)

-

simon drives to you the day after he confronted john. he drives to you with all of his messy heart spilling from the ridges of his ribs, beating only one name—yours.

he’s never felt this way before. not with all the pretty people he’s gone out with, or his first love, or even erin. erin who simon once imagined a future with. erin who simon once loved. not even that could triumph over the expanding turmoil that simon’s basking in.

he calls on the intercom of your dorm again, begs your roommate that may you please hear him out, and then he sees you.

god, you’re just as beautiful as he remembers.

“love–”

“what’re you doing here?”

your words are soft, quiet, but simon isn’t fooled. he sees the anger in your eyes, the hurt having festered into resentment. he wonders how apologies could trickle from his lips—where to even begin?

“please,” you say when simon’s silence stretches on. “just tell me whatever you want and then leave.”

“this. this is what i’m here for. the anger in your eyes– it’s just–…” he breathes in sharply. “i saw you and john, you know? and the way you look at him, it’s how i want to be looked at by you, love.” he swallows the lump in his throat. “i didn’t know what i had until i lost you and i’m so envious of him, i am, so please.”

you stare at him with wide eyes even when your face is smooth of any emotion. simon wonders what you must be thinking but he bulldozes through, hoping that you can give him one last chance.

he promises this time, truly, he’ll be better.

“i have no right to say this, i know, but–” he pauses to take a deep breath, his fists balled tightly. “i want to be with you. i want to be your man and i want you to let me.”

a heartbeat passes, and then, “simon, you are a selfish, selfish man.”

your words are barely louder than a whisper but they scratch at simon’s heart. he looks at you, gaze turning desperate when he sees nothing but bubbling fury and disappointment in your own.

“how dare you,” you say. “you tell me that you saw me and john, and then what? instead of letting me go, instead of letting me move on, you come in here and demand that i return to you?”

“love, i–”

“don’t call me that!”

your anger tips over, now spilling out. he watches the way your eyes glisten, tears dripping to stain your cheeks.

“i’m not your anything, si! not anymore!” you take in a ragged rasp of air, choking on your sob. it tugs at simon’s heartstrings and he moves to comfort you but you pull away, sneering at him in your anger. you wipe at your eyes, scrubbing furiously.

“everything about what you’ve said just now, everything, was all about your wants. all about you. just like how it’s always been,” you murmur, the fight leaving you.

you looked small, hunching into yourself, and simon is hit with this feeling; something that lodges itself in his throat.

“lov–… i’m sorry,” he says because he is.

gods he is.

“just go,” you tell him, meeting his eyes for one last time because he knows that this is the end of it all.

you turn away from him then, closing the building door behind you. he watches from behind he glass doors as you disappear into the hallways and stepped into the elevators and, just like that, simon’s lost his chance of making things right.

ANA MY GOD THIS MADE ME FERAL!! i hope u would like this one bb :(( hope i gave ur vision justice

[zyonsay]

Be my Boyfriend OP81

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: The morning after a night out you wake up with a certain someone in your bed

Reader: Male

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it babes), Choking, Spit, Oscar in the wild, Beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow

Now playing: "Art Deco" by Lana del Rey

AN: I've written smut before but THIS feels like the first time I've written real smut.

Also i meant hickory as in the color hickory, not hickory wood. I am not stupid i swear! *falls to knees*

Can anyone tell that im obsessed with his eyes? I AM NORMAL I SWEAR *falls to knees again*

Your head was aching badly, you had just woken up from your deep slumber after a long night out. The hangover was creeping up on you as you sat up on the bed. There was a man sleeping next to you. Wait. Theres a man sleeping next you-?

You risked a closer look and realized it was your friend Oscar, who you'd been sleeping around with recently. Thank God it wasn’t some random stranger. He was snoring quietly and looked peaceful, you decided to let him sleep a bit longer.

The floor was cold, and the sun hadn’t reached through the window yet, you carefully made your way down the stairs and into the kitchen. A hot cup of tea would surely make you feel a bit better. Just in case the sleeping man upstairs woke up, you heated enough water for two mugs. There were still a few dirty plates in the sink, so you decided to wash those and tidy up the kitchen.

Soon after you were greeted with two beautiful brown eyes. “Morning”, he was rubbing his eyes, and his soft hair was a mess. “Morning sunshine”, you chuckled while he tiredly walks down the stairs. Oscar groaned as his head hurt from the hangover. As soon as you two landed in your bed the day before, he was out like a light. Obviously not before you rearranged his guts though.

You fished out a pack of tablets from the cabinet and dissolved two tablets in a big cup of water. You offered Oscar the cup, which he eyed skeptically before drinking half of it. The medicine tastes awful, but you traded the glass for his mug and downed the rest of the disgusting liquid. Grabbing your own mug, you pulled Oscar towards the couch in the living room. You both quietly sat there, exchanging looks and taking occasional sips of your tea.

Once you were done, you placed the mugs on the coffee table. Oscar gently pulled you into his lap, holding you close. He felt warm and cozy, almost like your bed upstairs. You could’ve stayed like this forever, except… well. Oscar’s morning wood was pressing against you painfully. Feeling a bit cheeky you purposely grind against it, earning a low groan from the man in front of you.

He was now looking at you with a slight grin.

“Let me help you with that.” You carefully slid off the couch and knelt on the carpet in front of Oscars spread legs. His eyes observed you closely and only a small hint of tiredness was left in his expression. You carefully took off his shorts, appreciating his grey briefs. Offering him a mischievous look, you palm him through his underwear. Oscar groaned loudly at the contact, furrowing his brows while his face flushed.

You then pulled his boxers down, only enough for you to take his dick in your hand. “Fuck.”, he bit his lip at the feeling of your cold hands against his member. His stunning eyes were closed, and you took the opportunity to take him into your mouth. Oscar moaned loudly at the wet feeling, throwing back his head.

You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock while jerking the rest. The scene before you was one you’d love to have on a polaroid picture. Oscar spreading his legs, trembling with pleasure and his head tipped back while begging for more.

Pushing his dick further into your mouth you gagged as it hit the back of your throat. He looked down at you with a flushed expression, sliding a hand into your curls and gently pushing his cock fully into your wet, warm mouth. You began bobbing up and down, enjoying the sight in front of you. He tasted slightly salty, slightly sweet but most importantly perfect.

You knelt there, your hands roaming his thighs, occasionally giving them a light squeeze. His body tensed and relaxed in a comfortable rhythm while you did your best to bring him pleasure. Oscar was a nice guy. He was more than that, he was the perfect guy. You'd known him for a long time now, though only recently you two agreed to hook up from time to time. Promising yourself to not catch any feelings was pointless, and you knew it from the start.

Oscar was a moaning mess by now and rambled on about how good it feels and how close he is. A sweet, tight feeling had coiled in his stomach. His body began tensing up and only a few moments later thick white ropes of cum shot down your throat, you weren’t going to waste a single drop. The feeling of your swallowing closing around his cock had Oscar moaning even louder.

After sucking him off, you collected yourself and straddled the heavily breathing man on your couch. “Take this off”, he tugged at your shirt. You did as you were told, meanwhile Oscar got rid of his own t shirt. He ran his hands over your bare chest, playing teasingly with your nipples.

You reached behind him and gave his ass a firm squeeze, before kissing his neck. As much as he likes the dominant you, today he had other plans. He pushed you backwards, making you gasp. He smiles at you smugly, before kissing and nibbling your neck, while one of his hands went under your shorts to caress your thighs. You groaned and mumbled under him, enjoying the attention. Your own hardness was now pressing against Oscar’s stomach as he was leaning over you. His body was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, you couldn’t resist touching him. He moans softly, the feel of your hands is like heaven to him.

His lips moved along your neck to leave the occasional hickey, while he shifted his free hand to your inner thigh, massaging the soft spot there. “Feel good?”, you nod eagerly while he grins at you. His sweet lips felt like velvet to your skin, you could melt right there and then. Oscar reached for the waistband of your shorts before whispering: “Can I take care of you?”, you struggle to form words and just let out a loud whine. “Words, darling.”, groaning you muster up a weak ��please’, which appeased Oscar.

He then gently lifted your legs, taking off the last pieces of clothing covering you, now leaving you sprawled out bare in front of him. Oscar carefully took your dick into his hand, then licked a long stripe up your length. Your breaths felt heavy and warm, you gripped Oscars shoulder. He slowly took in all of your length, sucking in all the right ways. He held onto your hips and caressed them softly while humming. The vibrations made you shudder and tense.

He reached up and tapped your mouth with two of his fingers, wanting you to wet them for him. You gladly sucked on them, coating them generously with saliva as you whined. Oscar then retracted his fingers again, making you pout at the loss. But that quickly turned into gasps as he slowly pushed them into your greedy hole, making scissoring motions. Squirming and whining filled the living room, heating the atmosphere. His raspberry lips looked so perfect around your cock and his soft, longing touches lit a fire in you.

Oscar decided to add another finger, making you whine at how well he was stretching you. His big brown eyes searched yours, his deep gaze looking right into your soul. You could get lost in those beautiful hickory colored pools.

With the pace of his fingers and his mouth, the cord inside you strained until it snapped and you were swallowed by pleasure. Cum splattered all over Oscar’s face. He smiled smugly as he wiped it off his face and put it in his mouth, savoring your taste.

Now it was your turn to push him over; you gently laid your hand on his chest while he gave you a questioning look, wondering what you'd do next

You slowly sunk down on his cock and winced at the full feeling. He didn’t give you any time to adjust as he already began thrusting up into you at a brutal pace. He made sure to watch every little shift in your expression.

Your body was shaking, but you managed to whisper: “Let me ride you.” Oscar smirked at your request, halting his movements. His hands found their way onto your hips as you bounced on his dick. You leaned down while keeping up your pace and pressed a hasty kiss to his forehead. ‘Feels so fucking good.’

Oscar smiled sweetly, almost innocently, but the next moment he has his hand wrapped around your throat, pressing tightly. He began fucking into you again, making you spill curses and moans. Of course, he was a very loving person but when it came to bedroom activities he seemed almost merciless.

There was a warm feeling pooling in your stomach again, indicating your incoming climax. With his other hand, Oscar took your dick in his hand and began pumping it. Another intent, deep look from him made you feel even warmer than you already did.

Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train. You clenching around his cock had Oscar seeing stars as he came in you. Hard.

Both of you were a sweaty, panting mess, his cock still inside you while you ride off your high.

He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a sweet kiss. Oscar looks at you intently.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

[starsomens]

Primal

A/N: I was looking around for a prompt generator and I had found one specifically for NSFW prompts and this one prompt caught my eye and HAD to write it so please enjoy 😘. Here’s the link to the generator

Warnings: exhibitionism!, not proofread. outdoor(ish) sex, public(ish) sex, getting caught (kind of) PIV sex, unprotected (WRAP IT!),oral (female), dirty talk, marking, slight degradation, Noah x Y/N with slight x Nick Folio, kind of threesome to an extent (??), Noah is aware of it (sort of), this is a work of FICTION! proceed caution!!

Prompt: Exhibitionism. While out in the wilderness with friends, family, or a tour group, Noah and Y/N fuck in their tent, getting off on the idea that someone could possibly hear them. Bonus points for a member of their party catching them and watching them or listening to them, but not saying a thing.

The air was fresh and crisp, the scenery was gorgeous, and you could understand why so many people loved camping and hiking. There was so much peace and tranquility. Birds of all colors and sizes would fly and chirp as you pass them by. No schedules, no deadlines, no tour bus, just time to relax. That mixed friends and your boyfriend made it all better.

It was the end of the tour and you all thought having some time out together would be a great time to unwind. Noah new a hiking trail that also had some great camping spots. Noah, you, Jolly, Folio and Nick all headed there for the weekend staring from Friday and you'd leave by Sunday afternoon.

"Guys look back," you call as you snap a picture on your polaroid. You snapped a great picture of them on the trail with a view of thick trees behind them, and some genuine smiles

"Hey, Y/N where are your bags?" Jolly asked tilting his head to the side

"I got it," Noah said holding it up with a bit of a shake. Most of you things were in one big back together while yours had supplies. Soap, extra undies, the battery pack, medicine, the emergency stuff.

"He didn't let me take it for myself, even when I asked if he wanted a break and he said-"

"No, cause we're almost there" he said coming up to a small hill and at the bottom was the campsite. Luckily the park that offered them had areas that can be reserved for people, while still giving space and privacy to others who might be camping. The area was a bit higher than where the lake was and the view was gorgeous! You had gotten there early just so you could set the tents up and hopefully have a swim.

You and Noah had brought a tent to share while Jolly had set his up, Folio need some help with his. He somehow was setting it up correctly....but inside out....

Nick secured any food you brought to be sure of bears not finding it. For now it'll be in a small safe provided by the park until you were ready to eat. The sun had come to it's peak at around 2:30 pm and you were all ready to have some fun! Of course you nearly forced them all to use sunblock before even leaving the camp area. While everyone was just changing in the open! You quickly changed inside the privacy of your tent with Noah waiting outside

"hey babe," he called

"Yeah? I'm almost done!" You answered

"Oh you're fine was just gonna say I can see the shadow of your boobs" he smirks to himself, you give a small shriek and fold into a ball trying to cover yourself "Babe, babe I'm playing! You're fine" he chuckled

As you unzip the tent you groan "Noah! Can you at least help me tie the top?" you look up at him as if he now owed you the favor for pulling that stunt

"Of course princess" you turn around and hold the pieces in place while he tied it. You could see the guys getting a head start, Noah most likely telling them you’d catch up. After he was done tying up the strings he kissed the nape of your neck

“I love this one on you babe, you look great” he smiles at you as you turn to him and you peck the bottom of his chin

"Come on let's get in the water!" you take his hand and lead him to the rope that hung from the tree that leaned over the lake. Noah took the first swing and landed with a splash into the water below. You catch the rope and hold it to your chest, taking a look at the jump you'd take. The guys were in the water encouraging you to come down

"Come on Y/N, Its just a swing! You'll get down here in 5 seconds flat!" Folio tried to make it seem less intimidating.

"Come on Y/N, you live with a fucking tree, you can handle this!" Jolly calls pointing to Noah

"Just swing down Y/N, I'm right here come on!" Noah said opening his arms to you. You take in a deep breath, hold it and run off the ledge holding on to the rope and letting go just a few feet from Noah. The cool water surrounded you as you swam up to the surface, if you weren't awake before, you were now

The guy cheered and clapped for you as if you were a performing diver for the Olympics "Nice job facing your fears Y/N"

"hey I wasn't scared!" you laugh splashing Nick. Noah coming up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist. You had he was going to be romantic and hold you in the water....but you were wring. Suddenly he flips you over his head and back into the water once. again.

"NOAH! Ugh I'm get you for that!" you smack his shoulder

"Awwhhh baby I'm sowwwyyyy" he said almost mockingly

This was exactly what you all needed after tour. Just relaxation, and fun. After about an hour in the lake Folio had gotten out to start some fishing, and Nick had started on some food. You and Noah sat down under the tree. You head laid on his shoulder as his hands played with yours. Your chin rests on his shoulder as you admire his features. His beautiful skin with some freckles just underneath his eyes, his sharp jawline and beautiful nose. Those deep dark eyes you love to lose yourself in, and of course that smile. That smile was what did it for you then and still does it for you now.

“What are you looking at pretty girl?” He asked you with a smirk finally catching you

“I’m looking at a pretty boy” you answer with eyes full of love

“Is that so?” He asked twisting his body to face you more “well, can this pretty boy kiss the pretty girl?” He asked

"of course your can" you close your eyes and lose yourself in the feeling of his lips on yours. His hand cups your jaw and holds you deeper in the kiss. the leaves sing in the wind as the breeze lifts your hair. When he pulls away he pecks your nose

"Did I ever tell you, that you're gorgeous as hell?"

"I think I may have heard that once or twice" you smile feeling your cheeks burn from the blush that crept to the flesh.

He leans down to your ear "you're also the reason my pants are so tight now" you furrow your brows in confusion and when you look down you see the slight tent forming in his pants

"Noah...really? Out here? What did it for you?" you ask trying to hide your giggle

"Well you tell me," he said looking around "I'm here with my sexy girl wearing a bikini that only makes her hotter, and I'm really debating on taking you into the forest and fucking you against a tree"

You could feel yourself ache just a bit at the thought of having sex, out camping of all places! Maybe if you didn't have your friends and his band members here you would have considered it.

"Well as much as I'd love that, maybe we can tomorrow when they go on a trail hm?" he pat his chest "How's that sound?"

"We'll see baby, come on let's get some food" he said helping you up and adjusting his situation before taking your hand and walking to the food that was being cooked.

...

As the night came, you all changed out of your wet clothes and gathered by the fire. The food was amazing! Of course, you and Nick had prepped them before packing and they came out perfect for the trip. The later it got the more beautiful and clear the stars became. Noah's arm was around your shoulder as your fingers linked together. Your lay a kiss to his hand and he returns it to your head

"Ugghhh the love birds are at it again" Folio groans, teasing you both

"Don't be jealous Nick! We can find you a nice nature girl out here" Jolly shoots back

"hey! I'd sweep her off your feet for your information" he defended with a confident smile

"I'm sure you would Nick," you answer "How about we get some rest to get a good start tomorrow? I don't know about you but that food has me sleepy" you said stretching

"I'm already ahead of you" Nick said getting up and diving into his tent, ready to get some sleep. Luckily since the are is meant for camping, the floor was pretty flat and clear of twigs, roots or anything sharp. The fire was at a safe distance to keep on for the night to avoid the area getting too cold. You bid each other good night and go into you own tents. Noah shuts yours tent, with enough room for some ventilation. You had both gotten a double sleeping bag just so you didn't have to be apart, plus you still wanted cuddles.

You both climb in and snuggle into each other. Your head on his chest, and your leg was over his hip, the best and most convenient position for you both since Noah tends to sleep on his back more often then you.

"Good night princess" he squeezed you tights and kissed the center of your forehead. "I hope snakes don't crawl in here-"

"Noah! Stoooppp" he giggles and rests his chin on your head for the night

. .. ... An hour must have passed by now and you still couldn't sleep! You turned around so your back was facing your boyfriend but you couldn't get the conversation from early out of your head. The idea of you both having sex, out here, trying to keep quiet, the risk the passion. You could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter with just the thought of it. You couldn't help but rub your thighs together to get some kind of relief from the ache between your legs. You had accidentally bumped into Noah with your ass 1 or 2 times. Luckily, he hadn't booked enough or make a move to think that he may have.

At this point, you were just feeling desperate and wanted to feel release. Do you lift your head just a bit to see or hear if anyone else was awake. luckily, it seemed as if you were the only 1 for now. You cautiously call to your boyfriend to see if he was awake

You cautiously call to your boyfriend to see if he was awake "noah!" you quietly yell "are you awake?"

A few seconds passing you thought that maybe he really was asleep, but then he answered you and realized that he in fact was also awake

"of course I am with the way you're rubbing your ass against me" he whispered " If I didn't know any better, I'd say that my little slut is feeling needy" He whispered closer to your ear, feeling his hot breath against your skin. his large hand grazes over your waist and onto your stomach. finding his way under your shirt and up to your bare breast, where he gave a slight squeeze.

"mmm Noah" you whine trying to keep your noise to a minimum.

"shh shh shh, careful princess, we don't want the others to wake up do we?" he shushes you scooting closer to you until his hard cock was against your ass. His hips grind up against you, even if it wasn't direct contact it felt so good, you wanted more and you wanted him.

You flip around and your lips instantly lock in a kiss, his hand brings your leg over his hip. You grind against him finally getting sensation through the thin fabric of your shorts. He swiftly flips you on to your back and kisses along your neck, each kiss searing into your skin, your heart racing and anticipating what was to come next.

"Noah please..I need-"

"Shh princess, I gotchu" he hushed you as he sat back on his knees and pulls down your bottoms and tosses them to the side. His hands spread your knees open for him to see the wet print on the center of those cute blue panties he loves. He lifts your but on to his lap and removes the last barrier between him and your pussy. Noah had one rule when it came to sex: he always eats you out before he fucks you. With the limited space that was in here he simply lifted your hips up enough to bring his meal to him.

You bite your lip from being help at this angle. Your knees dangle over his shoulder as his breath creeps up your thigh. His eyes never leaving yours as his mouth slowly comes in contact with your wet pussy and gives a long, slow lick from bottom to top, his tongue flicking your bundle of nerves

You could feel the air from your lungs escape completely as he ate you out. His nose began nudging at your clit as his tongue worked between your fold and prodding at your entrance. While one hand kept you hoisted up in the air, the other one snakes down your body and pushes your shirt over your breasts. Your nipples exposed to the cold air, hardening at the pleasure he was giving you, and being exposed in a risky environment. His large hand massages the flesh and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

“Noah…feel s’good,” you moan “ don’t…. Please don’t stop.”

He loved when you told him not to stop, especially when you said please. His hand retreats from your breast and comes up to your pussy. His lips wrap around and suck your clit between his lips as his long digits enter you and pump in and out. His fingers curl and hit your sweetest spot making you nearly cry out waking up everyone who is there. Your hand slaps over your mouth as you try to keep quiet.

Noah, for one was enjoying the view. Had his mouth on your pussy, giving you immense pleasure while he watched your face contort in the best of ways. Feeling you pulse around his his middle and ring finger made his chest swell with pride, knowing he was the one that was making you feel good. Little did he know that there were an extra set of eyes watching from a distance.

Over in folio’s tent, the drummer, completely shocked by what he was seeing. He was woken up by some suspicious noises and set up to see what was going on. At first, he thought he may have been dreaming and it could not have possibly been what he was thinking. His tent was directly across from yours at a certain Angle getting him. Perfect access through the slightly cracked zipper of your tent. Watching his close friend and leadof their band, eating out his girlfriend in their tent. They hadn’t even noticed how far the tent was left unzipped. He knew that they left it just slightly inserted. Maybe it was the movement, maybe they opened it more? He doesn’t know the reason why he was able to see so much into their private time. Was that he could not find himself looking away Either. 

All he knew was that he could feel his shorts growing tighter the longer that he watched. He knew that it was wrong, but for some reason he just couldn’t look away. he couldn’t see your face he could just see you being eaten out from the distance. His heart was pounding, trying to keep his breath at a minimum. His pants were getting tighter by the second to the point it was nearly painful, but wouldn’t be wrong to touch himself watching his two friends have sex? More thoughts were flooding into his mind. Things he would never think of before. Like what if it was him eating you out instead? Him being the one to give you pleasure, to make you moan and scream. But for now, just watching you receive pleasure was enough for him as his hands begin to lift and beyond the elastic of his shorts. He watched as Noah changed positions and had you on top.

You peel the shirt off of your body and toss it to the side as you adjust yourself to sink onto his hard dick. The sweetness of the stretch in the, fullness you felt in your lower stomach. Something about being out in a camping site, with his friends nearby, sleeping in their tents, made your body shiver in pleasure. Not necessarily to be watched, but the risk of being caught ignite something in your chest. You look down to see Noah with his eyebrows nipped together feeling the pleasure of your pussy constrict around him. You move your hips back-and-forth grinding your clit against his pubic bone as his dick stretched, and filled you, rubbing against your spot. You were seeing more than stars at this point. It was pure ecstasy, running through your body.

“Fuck princess… so tight and wet.” he whispers, obviously struggling to keep his voice down. “ do you like this? do you like when I fuck you outside, knowing there are people around? Such a little slut…but,” he comes up from his position to sit and come close your ear and whisper “ you’re my slut. My dirty little princess.” His hand, grabbed at your ass as he guides you up and down his cock. His mouth working at your collarbone, leaving bite marks, and bruises. your feet now planted on the ground as you walked back-and-forth against each other. The slight clap of skin against skin filled the quiet night air period the only other noise to be heard was the cracking of the fire. Just over your shoulder he had noticed something in the distance. Could it be possible that another pair of eyes were watching? You simply closed his eyes and came down to your nibble and began to suck and laugh at the sensitive skin.

“Yeah…right there, Noah” you pant “ So fucking good”

All of a sudden he pulls out of you, causing a wine to slip from your lips, losing the feeling of fullness and stretch. He turns you around and pushes your shoulders down onto the ground of the tent. The sliver of light that crept into your tent, making your body look celestial in the glow of the fire. He lines himself up and pushes the tip slowly before he bottoms out in one thrust into you. One reason he loved doggy was the primal feeling in his chest. Much less being out in the forest he felt like this is what you were meant to do. Find your person and marking them as yours and just fill them over and over again. Something about it just felt so natural and primal. If it weren’t for the extra people that were with you, he would have you screaming your head off.

He leans back as he watches himself pump in and out of you. Watching you take all of him, inch by inch your body arching more towards him, wanting to feel more of him. It made his cock harder and pulse each time, his large hand massaged the flesh of your ass so badly to spank you, but knowing that you would definitely wake everyone up. His body comes down until his chest molds with the arch of your back. His lips brush against the shell of your ear as he says

“ who does this pussy belong to?” he asked.

“Y-you..” you whimper out as his hips give slow short, thrust, extending, and prolonging the pleasure that you were chasing

“ say it baby,” he growls “ see how much you like being fucked and people know the only I can fuck you this good”

“I… I love it Noah” you squeal trying to keep your voice down, feeling your throat ache, wanting so badly to moan out “ I love it so much”

Nicks hand was coated with pre-cum as his hand quickly pumps up and down his deck. He could see your ass ripple with each thrust in the glow of the fire. each thrust your body jump and arch with pleasure. He just wish that he could see how your face twisted and pleasure. The way your mouth fell open when you were close. Fuck! This was so wrong!...but...but why does it feel so good? He's never felt so hard in his hand, never felt so good.

“Yeah baby…take it…take it” he huffs as his hand leaves your body and locks his fingers with yours and squeezed tightly. He ruts against you as he stutters and bites down on your shoulder to surpressed his own noises.

“Where..where?” He asked feeling himself close to cumming. He straightens himself again and gives you the last few hard thrusts. His eyes no longer on you but through the tent crack and gave a smirk, knowing damn well someone had enjoyed their night with a free show. Now most would think this wasn't ideal but in Noah's mind his first thought was

"that's right...all you can do is watch but never touch"

“I-inside…aahhh” you whine

He pounds into you with a few short but strong thrusts and spills into your pussy. Your walls milking and pulsing around him sweetly.

you shake as an orgasm rattles through your body, shaking your to your core. Your ass shivers against his hips as he pushes you over the edge. The lightheadedness, the tightness of your stomach, the way you pulse around him, the warmth that oozed out. He pulled out slowly and grabbed his shirt to clean you up. Pulling his shorts up again he helps to find yours and opens his arms for you to lay in

"Think you can sleep now?" he chuckles against your hair "little minx"

"hey!" you giggle "you like it when I'm a minx" you fire back

"I like you even if you weren't one" he kissed your head "Now go to sleep before someone gets up and asks why we're outta breath"

Nick sat in his tent, steamy and hot staring at his hand and the mess he had made. He couldn't believe what he had just done and how it had ended (lol post nut clarity). He cleans off his hand and plops back down on his sleeping back and stared through the see through room of this tent.

"fuck..." was all he could say when he processed what happened. Getting off to what he saw, fantasizing about you, and worse

Noah catching him and smirking at him! Tomorow morning was sure to be interesting.

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[quimichi]

i need more content about Akito!! hes so cute!! :D

『 ↳✧･ﾟ MORE RANDOM AKITO HCS ;

TW: stalking, talk about gore and death, unhealthy obsession, yandere, twisted behavior

SUMMARY: just random Akito (oc) headcanons

CHARACTERS: Akito (oc) X F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 409

*character in the banner: Yoshiki from the summer hikaru died

¡! ❞ this is what I imagined Akito to look like, heavily inspired by Yoshiki from the summer hikaru died

¡! ❞ one of his many positives is that he looks so normal, boring even. No one would expect someone so basic looking to have bad intentions right? Look at him! Those puppy eyes hold innocence!

¡! ❞ and his dark aesthetic is useful for when he sneaks around your house

¡! ❞ oh and did you know he actually took a few pics? He has a whole album of them. Yk its the most basic stalker shit

¡! ❞ But don't worry, not all of them are dirty. Some are just from your room, zoomed in and out. On different days and stuff. He finds beauty in your mess and tidyness. And if he ever catches you in the bath/shower...he looks away. Its wrong for him to look, his eyes don't deserve to see you in your full glory....yet at least.

¡! ❞ But dirty pics you ask?...mostly your used underwear or clothes.

¡! ❞ don't worry, he would NEVER break in. Even if your window is a bit open or anything, he got manners (yes but no)

¡! ❞ He writes you poetry! Its mostly about you ofc. And his feelings.

¡! ❞ ❞ I would bleed out if you'd tell me you like the color red ❞

¡! ❞ ❞ I love you like death I love you like the mould that eats me up Like the maggots feasting on me I love you like you're life Like giving me air to breath I love you like I don't deserve you Like the most disgusting beast ❞

¡! ❞ (I'm so sorry I never EVER wrote poetry in my life--)

¡! ❞ oh did i talk about the fact that he uh has a thing for gore-. He loves a little intense yk-thats a discussion for much later cause ya'll aren't ready for it yet-

¡! ❞ baby boy has a diary, writes about you and the different beautys he saw. Like two birds singing together, dogs playing, children laughing or the simple taste of a morning coffee.

¡! ❞ oh and btw he has a Polaroid camera, he always carries it with him. But when he takes pictures around you, he has to stick to his phone.

¡! ❞ and while were talking about his phone already, his lockscreen is him with his family, but his wallpaper....is a picture of you sleeping in your bed.

TAGLIST: @lucienbarkbark @hehothrowawayfae

[imdoingsortagay]

Milf! Wanda x younger couple Agatha + r Headcanons

Warnings: older woman x younger couple ( Agatha and r are about 26-27 , Wanda is 33is), Dom!Agatha, switch!R, Sub!Wanda,some smut , Milf!Wanda, vision being a bro and unaware husband

Smut below the cut !!!!!

Happy reading gays

Wanda is literally a lonely housewife

She only married Vision to stop the nagging from her dad about “ needing a man “

She spends her time gardening, doing yoga with Dottie.

Wanted to spice up her life

Her prayers are answered when the two of you show

You and Agatha moving to west view after your job offered you a position to run the Westview.

Wanda taking a liking to both of you.

Agatha finding her weird at first but she comes to your house with cookies so it’s fine.

The three of you hanging out when you’re off, watching movies, drinking or swimming in the pool.

Wanda wearing a very revealing swim suit that catches both your eyes and you shyly compliment the older woman which makes her blush.

“ does your husband know about this Maximoff ? Cause he���s clearly dumb” Agatha tells her while you not in agreement.

Wanda always sitting between the two of you when you have movie marathons.

Agatha placing her hand on Wanda’s thigh cause it stops her hand from constantly tapping it while you rest your hand on the older woman’s hand ( she doesn’t mind).

Once Wanda leaves Agatha forms a plan to get Wanda which you agree to

Not before fucking cause she makes y’all va Va voom.

“ do you want mommy to have Maximoff join us bunny? You want her to see you like such a needy sit for me ?”

One time during one of your hangout sessions, Agatha ends up inviting Wanda to swim again while she eats you out cause the bikini you chose looked so good on you.

“ god needy bunny looking so good for mommy rigjt ? I wonder What Wanda would do ?”

Wanda going straight home and touching herself, being a bit of a perv and slowly opening the bedroom window to hear your moans.

Agatha wait a month til the big block party at Dotties house to confront Wanda

You and Agatha go to a room to fuck where the older woman catches you both in the act.

Wanda being ordered to watch the two of you while Agatha fucks into you.

“ fuck you’re both so hot ,” she moans out as she fingers herself, choosing not to wear any panties under to dress.

“ how about you come over and let my bunny use that mouth of hers to make you cum cmon honey don’t be shy”.

Wanda loves when the both of you fuck her.

Someone so hot about two young woman making her a needy little thing is gets Wanda so wet.

Agatha letting you fuck Wanda one time when she was out running errands.

Getting pictures of Wanda’s pussy taking your purple strap 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Which is Agatha’s btw but she lended to you of course.

Agatha being the strict one with Wanda while you’re v soft with her.

When your wife is feeling extra mean she’ll just tie you and Wanda up next to each other while she uses a toy on herself.

“ if either of you behaved , my sweet bunny could have been sucking my tits while Wanda was licking my cunt.

Making Wanda pierce her nipples and the both of you go wild

Wanda sending nudes to the both of you when you’re all busy

Buying lingerie for Wanda to use then taking Polaroids of her to keep in your wallet

Ends with more dirty Polaroids of Wanda being fucked dumb

Agatha like to call Wanda princess , or slut if she’s being mean.

Overall best choice ever

[doll-elvis]

girl please give us your opinion on Elvis and porn🤭 i know he had some he would watch that Linda mentions in her book. I just find it funny to think about that even Elvis Presley watched porn

NSFW (18+ content)

this is now the 3rd time that I’ve looked at my inbox and my jaw dropped 😃- anyways thank you for the ask <3 !!

I’m just going to break this down by the decades because the man definitely got freakier as the years went along- also forgive me Elvis, I’m sorry to air out your business like this 😭

There is not that much info on his preferences in the 1950s and the only source I have that says something informative is from Albert Goldman's "Elvis" so take this with a grain of salt: Based on an excerpt from his book it seems Elvis was primarily interested in your standard "dirty" magazine such as Playboy. Goldman alleges (and remember Lamar Fike was his main source) that Elvis would send one of the guys, on a monthly basis, down to Hollywood Boulevard where they would purchase such magazines, spending up to 40 dollars. There is also a story in June Juanico's book where she recounts walking in on Elvis and a few of the guys watching a "skin flick". When she questioned Elvis about it he claimed he was invited into the room by Dewey Phillips, not knowing that a p*rno was being shown (do y'all believe him lmaoo?)

and don’t mind him, just casually reading Playboy in the middle of a store ��

His Polaroids of Priscilla and his tapes of girls wrestling were undoubtedly his preferred form of p*rn in the 1960s. This man would literally spend hundreds of dollars on film to photograph Priscilla. He also had guys in his group, primarily Alan Fortas, film women "making love" and wrestling. There were even tapes made of Priscilla and another woman (reportedly her friend) simulating s*x that Elvis personally filmed

(excerpt from “Down at the End of the Lonely street” by Peter H. Brown)

But according to Joe Esposito and Marty Lacker, who once watched all of the tapes while Elvis was out on tour, he seldom appeared in any of them, and if he did, he was clothed

(excerpt from “Good Rockin’ Tonight” by Joe Esposito)

Billy Smith did say, however, that he found a tape where it showed Elvis and a girl quote “going through the motions” (catch me raiding the Graceland archives to find it)

Elvis' affinity for the Polaroids he took of Priscilla continued throughout the 1970s, Linda Thompson even mentions in her book that he would show them to her. He would also carry them around in a samsonite case pictured below⬇️

(I’m sorry but the fact that he traveled with them is so funny to me 😩, he was serious about them Polaroids!!)

And there is also the notorious story of Elvis boarding a commercial plane, narcotics badge in hand, to prevent an employee referred to as “Hamburger James” by the Memphis Mafia and “Fetchit” by Linda Thompson, from escaping with a few Polaroids of Priscilla that he snatched and a ring of Elvis’, although Linda did say Elvis only really cared about the Polaroids. Elvis dragged Hamburger James off the plane, roughed him up a little, slapped him around, before eventually he letting him go

As the adult film industry evolved in the 1970s, his preferences definitely evolved with it. I'm still shook that Linda Thompson name dropped the two p*rnos that they watched together, but of course when I initially read her book my curiosity got the best of me and I watched what she named… and I'm still scarred 💀 (iykyk)

I wish I could find the comment, but someone on another post mentioned how in the 1970s, that sort of p*rn was "in" and quite avant-garde for the time period. Although the two p*rnos Linda mentioned seemed a little outlandish to me they were actually among the top five highest grossing of the 1970s, so if your perception of Elvis changed after watching "the Devil in Miss Jones", don't worry because everybody was watching it lmaoo. If you want to get another idea of what was highly regarded in the adult film industry at that time, know that "D**p Throat" starring Linda Lovelace was the most popular film of the 1970s, and the whole plot is that she had a medical condition where her cl*toris was located in her throat... they were innovative back then with their ideas, to say the very least 👀

Elvis’ personal copy of “d**p throat” ⬇️

however I do believe that kind of p*rnography was something that Elvis only indulged in for a few years in the early to mid 70s, and I believe that based on a story that Larry Geller told about Elvis which occurred in the late 70s⬇️

I think Elvis always tried to be a really moral person, but with his lifestyle, there were times when he went "hog-wild," as Lamar put it, like on his army furloughs to Paris and going through all the Lido, Folies Bergere, and Crazy Horse dancers, and his weekends off in Germany at clubs like the Moulin Rouge. Towards the end of the 70s, I believe he was far more focused on finding his soulmate and willing to abstain from things like s*x and p*rnography in order to do so. Basically this man was too occupied with his spiritual books and search for lasting love to be interested in watching "d**p throat” 😂

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Joy to the World - Day 10 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Elvis has always been adventurous in the bedroom and this Christmas, he asks you if he can take some polaroids of you in a red teddy he buys for you.

TW: Sex, Smut, slight daddy kink, slight degradation kink, dirty talk, Accidental infliction of pain

Rating: Mature/ Explicit

Word Count: 2657

A/N: Well, here's day 10! Thank you to everyone who enjoyed reading along for the 10 days of Smutmas, and I hope you like day 10! Happy reading!

"You don't have to if you don't want. I just thought it would be nice to keep somethin' of you for when I have to go perform," Elvis mumbles against your ear. "And...it just really turns me on," he continues, his hand coming to squeeze at your waist. You've never taken photos like this before, and the thought of him taking the pictures makes your entire face flush. Nonetheless, a shock of arousal courses through you at his words. "And you want me to wear this teddy?" you question, still slightly bashful at the concept as you breathe out the words. "In some of 'em, but I was thinkin'...maybe you could be naked in some too," he tests, not wanting to push you too much. "Naked?" you gasp out, your face beet red now as you try not to shrink inside yourself. He gently runs his hand up and down your forearm in a soothing manner. He knows how bashful you are when it comes to sex, but he's been wanting this for so long now.

"If there's ever a time you wanna stop, we can. But I've seen you naked before, honey," he tries reasoning as he smoothes out your hair. This is different from having sex, though. This is something that will be in the world forever. "E, this is different. What if someone sees?" "They're lucky?" he jokes, a soft chuckle leaving his lips making you groan in embarrassment. He kisses your cheek to calm you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to his chest, his lips coming to whisper in your ear. "I'll make sure no one sees 'em but me. You don't hafta be nervous, mama." You thread your fingers through his, contemplating, and he brings his lips to your temple. You have to admit, it does sound hot. Him taking pictures of you, getting all hot and bothered. It turns you on even more knowing that he's planning on touching himself while looking at those same photos. You bite your lip softly as you relent, your head falling back on his chest. "Alright."

After kissing your face repeatedly making you laugh and push him away, you go and get ready in the bathroom while he gets his camera and arranges the bed to his liking. After dressing in the teddy and touching up your makeup, you look in the mirror. You have to admit that red suits you well as you twirl around in the liengere. You smile to yourself before getting pulled out of your thoughts as you hear him shuffling something around in the bedroom. You check in the mirror one last time before walking towards the door, your stomach dropping as your nerves return. You crack the door slightly as you peak your head out, seeing him looking into the camera to see how the setup looks. When he hears you, he looks over, his eyes immediately going to your body but quickly having a look of disappointment when he sees you hiding yourself. "C'mon honey, let me have a look at ya'" he mumbles when you look down his figure to see he's already hard at the anticipation of it. This makes you even more nervous. What if you don't pose right? What if you disappoint him?

He recognizes the look of uncertainty in your face as you make no move to reveal yourself and he gently puts the camera down, strolling over to you. He cautiously moves the door away from you, and you allow him to, as he continues gazing in your eyes. "(y/n), don't be scared of showin' yourself to me," he whispers as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "You're so beautiful, honey," he mumbles, kissing your forehead. This makes your heart soar as you ease up a little bit. "I'm just nervous, E. I've never done anything like this before. What if I pose wrong?" you breathe out, your nerves getting the best of you. He brings his hands to run along your shoulders. "You won't. You'll look hot in all of 'em. And I'll tell ya' how to pose," he whispers. You sigh as you try to calm your nerves more and he can't help but look down your body. "Jesus," he groans at seeing the red teddy on you. He suddenly pulls back from you and holds your shoulders as he looks you up and down unabashedly. "Turn around for me," he groans, his voice suddenly hoarse. You calm down more at seeing him look at you like that as you spin around slowly, your cheeks still flushing. "God damn...lay over on the bed, honey," he groans, his desires completely taking over.

A sudden rush of adrenaline runs through you as you do as you're told, gently laying on the bed. He hastily grabs his camera off the dresser he placed it on, bringing it up to his face, waisting no time positioning it on you. "O-Okay, baby, uh...spread your legs," he mumbles, making you blush furiously and pause momentarily before you slowly spread your legs. He repositions his standing position as he sees you like this, and you look down to see his boner more prominent than before. "That's good, honey. Now, uh, put your hand over by your face like this," he directs, mimicking what he wants you to do by bringing his own hand to his face. You do as he asks and he hums in contentment. "That's good...now l-look at me like you do sometimes when you want me real bad. You know that look you do," he groans out, already extremely turned on. You smile slightly at this, knowing exactly what he's talking about. You give him the best bedroom eyes you can, getting more comfortably in your position. He groans softly as he sees the look on your face. "Yeah, that's the one. Damn, you look so sexy," he whines as he snaps the picture. He quickly takes it from the camera and puts it face down on the dresser as he quickly moves to another position, stepping closer to you. He leans forward slightly so the camera is hovering over top of you. "N-Now, touch your chest. Squeeze 'em, A-And keep your legs like that," he breathes, his voice coming out labored.

"E-Elvis," you blush at the obscenity of it. "You're already doin' so well, mama. Makin' me so damn hard," he groans, trying to encourage you. You huff at his words as you feel wetness pool in your core. "Okay," you mumble, taking the position he requested. He bites his lip harshly at this. "There's a good girl," he moans, snapping another picture.

After a few more positions, he takes the camera away from his face. "Honey, I wanna take a few pictures of ya' without the teddy on," he mumbles. You become more comfortable in front of the camera and decide you want to as well, slipping the straps down your arms. He just watches as you slowly slip the teddy down your body. Groaning and gently palming himself through his pants as you pull it down your chest, exposing your tits. "God damn," groans, refusing to take his eyes off of you. After you discard the teddy, you shimmy on the bed, getting comfortable again and he bites his lip. "Alright, now this next one is a bit exposing that I want ya' to do. C-Could ya' get on your knees and push your ass back towards me?" he questions. You groan at this, now getting turned on as much as him. This makes him smirk. "It's fuckin' hot, isn't it, honey?" "Just take the picture," you giggle as you blush softly, spreading your legs as you get on your knees, pushing your ass back towards him. He pauses. "Well, I want you to do one more thing before I do. Could you take your hands and spread your ass cheeks. Wanna see all of ya'." "Elvis! Oh my god," you groan in embarrassment, obeying him anyway as you bury your face in the pillow. He chuckles, seeing you enjoy it despite yourself. "That's so fuckin' good, honey," he hums and you hear the snap of him taking the picture.

When you are on your back again, giving him the perfect angle of your now glistening pussy, you decide to surprise him as you bring your finger to your clit, softly touching yourself. He stutters in surprise at this. "H-Hell, don't stop doin' that," he groans as he takes another picture. Taking you by surprise, he brings his index finger to your core, playing with your entrance before plunging his finger in, making you gasp. He is quick to snap a picture at both his finger stuffed in you and the euphoric look on your face.

After a few more pictures, you feel his lips on yours, not realizing you had closed your eyes. You open your eyes as he pulls back, the camera no where to be seen. He chuckles at the confused look on your face. "We're done with the pictures. I might burst if I don't feel your pussy 'round me soon." You are just as desperate as you grab his face in your hands, pulling him down for a heated kiss. He groans as his tongue finds yours, his hands quickly coming to undo his belt as he kneels between your legs.

You pull away from him, practically ripping off his shirt as you throw it somewhere in the room, leaning up to him as you kiss his chest desperately. He tears the zipper down his pants, and hastily yanks them down his legs, kicking them to the floor. You smirk when you see he's not wearing any boxers, his dick fully hard and ready for you. You fall back unto to bed, pulling him with you as you raise your hips up to his. He groans softly at seeing how desperate you are, positioning himself at your entrance.

He pushes himself into you forcefully, groaning at the feel of you around him. You gasp at him filling you up as you claw gently at his back, pain suddenly shooting through you as he doesn't allow you time to adjust. He pauses at your reaction. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm goin' too hard," he mumbles, burying his face in your neck as he forces himself not to fuck the life out of you. For some reason, which makes you flush to think about, you like the pain. "N-No, Elvis...I don't want you to stop," you gasp. He doesn't quite register what you're trying to say. "I won't, baby, just givin' you time to adjust." You pause slightly before responding. "I don't want you to. E...I want you to fuck me."

He only pauses for another second as he pulls up to look at you, his eyes darkened with lust. "Tell me if it's too much. I wanna go hard," he groans, his lust making his decisions for him. You nod at his words, your pussy clenching around him, and he doesn't waste any more time as he starts slamming into you. You gasp out again as he wraps your legs around his waist, going deeper. The pain subsides as you moan out, throwing your head back against the pillows. "God damn, lil' mama. Takin' me so good," he grunts, speeding up slightly as he leans down to suck at your neck.

"Oh, god E," you groan out. "C-Can you take me from behind?" you gasp, suddenly gaining confidence. He groans loudly at your request before stilling his movements. "Fuck baby. Yeah, turn 'round," he orders as you scramble to get on your knees. He grunts at seeing you in this position and you whimper when his hand comes down harshly on your right ass cheek. He does the same to your left and shoves himself back into you.

You look behind you to see him fucking you and you see his dick red and throbbing as he pounds into you relentlessly. He notices your gaze and groans at the sight. "You're such a fuckin' slut. Wantin' to watch me fuck you. You like watchin', don't you baby?" he questions, his finger coming to circle at your clit. You close you eyes at the sensation, another moan falling from your mouth. "Y-Yes, daddy. Fuck, I love watching. Turn's me on so much," you whine, causing a surprised moan to leave his mouth. "Such a good little whore for me," he grunts, his pace increasing as he removes his finger from your clit, bringing it to your mouth and shoving it past your lips, making you taste yourself. You whine loudly as your orgasm takes you by surprise, his words and his finger throwing you over the edge.

He groans as he feels your pussy latch onto him, his thrusts faltering only momentarily as he picks up the pace again, pounding into you. When you come down from your high, he's still pounding into you at a relentless pace, making you wince from how sensitive you are. "E...I'm so sensitive," You whine. He kisses your neck gently to soothe you. "I'm almost there, baby," he pleads, not wanting you to make him stop. You push past your uncomfortability as you buck back against him, trying to get him to that place.

After a few more moments of fucking into your now sensitive cunt, he's gripping onto your hips so tight you're sure it'll leave bruises as he reaches his climax, groaning into your neck as he pushes himself deep inside you.

You both are heaving as he rolls off of you to keep from crushing you with his weight. You look over at him and he is completely blissed out. His lips red and swollen, parted slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looks up at the ceiling, trying to come back down to Earth. He notices you staring and looks over at you, smirking. "You do like watchin, don't ya'?" he grins making your cheeks flush. "You just look so hot like that," you mumble, noticing the sweat drip down his chest. "Honey, you better stop lookin' at me that way, or I'll jump on ya' again," he only half jokes as he takes a turn looking at you.

You see his face change, concern playing in his eyes as his gaze drops to your hips. "Oh shit, baby, why didn't ya' say anything? I fuckin' hurt you," he scolds himself, moving closer to examine you. You look down to see the purple bruises forming on your hips from where he was gripping you. You brush it off as he pulls you close, moving down to kiss the bruises as if it would make it better. "E, it's alright. It doesn't even hurt, honey," you saying, trying to calm him down as he starts to panic. "Damn it, I was too hard on you," he groans as he rests his head on your stomach, trying to collect his thoughts. You lean down, grabbing his face in your hands forcing him to look up at you. "Elvis, please don't feel bad. I loved it," you breathe, threading your fingers through his hair. He gives you puppy dog eyes as he runs his hands gently along your waist. "Honey, I hurt you, that's not okay," he whines, mentally berating himself. You sigh in frustration as you pull him up to you. He allows you to as he cups your face in his hands. "I'm so sorry, mama," he whispers, peppering kissing along your face.

"Elvis, it's okay really. I don't want you to beat yourself up over it," you whisper, threading your fingers through his. He nods as he pulls you close to him. "Honey, promise me you'll tell me next time you're in pain," he demands and you nod. "I promise," you mumble, bringing his lips to yours.

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Polaroid Picture -- Chapter Seventeen

Well, would you look at this? At least it didn’t take me an entire year this time. These two are finally having The Talk. And I would love for you to read it, and tell me what you think! Either on AO3, or right here, under the cut :)

Suddenly, everything gets quiet. Well, actually it doesn’t. But it feels like it. Like they’re in the eye of a tornado right now. All around the group of friends – and the lawyer from New York, apparently – the people keep celebrating and drinking. Glasses are clinking, their friends – male and female – are singing along and chatting. There’s yelling, screeching, stumbling, and more. And yet, here in their bubble everything is calm.

Not everything maybe. Beth can not only feel her heartbeat in her chest but hears it in her ears as well. She’s afraid to take her eyes off the stranger with the big, very big news, but she knows that if she looked around now, she’d see the same look of confusion, the same dazed expression on Liesa’s, Steph’s, Daniel’s and Will’s faces. She’s not too sure about Tom, but since he’s just accused her of not signing the divorce papers herself, she guesses this information is just as new to him as it is to her and their friends.

“What?”

Yes, just as she thought. At Tom’s mumbled words, she looks at him for the first time in what feels like minutes. It’s possibly just been seconds. He looks pale and red and sweating at the same time, and Beth can see his hands are shaking.

“You haven’t signed the papers, Tom,” the not-paparazzo repeats. “But I have them with me, you can do it right here.”

Beth looks around. Julia is right by the jukebox, her group of girlfriends surrounding her. She doesn’t look like she’s aware of the situation or that there even is one. Good. She’s probably not in the right state for problem solving. Beth shudders just imagining the screechy yelling sound she’d make if she knew what was happening here now. The other people in the room don’t seem to care either.

“I—”

It’s Daniel, who interrupts Tom’s stuttering answer. “I don’t think that this is the right place to do it. I guess you’d want to do it right this time.” He pointedly looks at Tom and Beth each. What the hell did she do? She’s certainly not to blame for this. Not this time. She signed.

Just as she’s about to comment on that, Steph speaks up. “Maybe you can get the papers to Tom’s?” she asks the lawyer whose name Beth has already forgotten. “Make sure nobody sees that they’re not signed?”

The others nod, and Beth finds herself agreeing as well. “Sounds like a good idea,” she says, and immediately feels Tom’s gaze on her. She looks back at him and shrugs. “No need to lose them, get them dirty, or let Julia see you haven’t signed them. You’ll sign them in the morning, and she’ll be none the wiser.”

Tom looks back at the guy in the suit, who doesn’t fit in at all, but the other guests don’t seem to care. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “Yeah, you can get them to the flat, the key is… I…”

“I’ll go with you,” Will offers as he steps closer. “I know where Tom’s keys are, and I’ll make sure he’ll find the papers in the morning.” Then he claps Tom on the shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about that tonight. Got to step up as the best man, huh?”

Beth looks between them in surprise. She didn’t know Will’s the best man. She figured it would be someone from the new group of friends. But then again, Tom never mentioned anything, and she didn’t ask. Didn’t want to know, really. But the others don’t seem to be surprised in the least, so she guesses it’s not new to anyone.

Tom only nods. “Yeah.” Then he shrugs. “Not yeah to the stepping up thing. Sorry. No need to step up. But yeah, good idea. Thank you.”

***

He’s never been so nervous in his life. Never. Hell, not even when he auditioned for Loki, when he asked Libby to marry him or even the second time around, when he asked Julia. But Tom shouldn’t think about that. Because that only makes his nerves worse.

He feels sick, and he didn’t sleep at all. And that’s not because of his stag do. He didn’t touch another glass and tried to leave as quickly as possible as soon as the stupid – Tom knows it’s not his fault, but he needs to blame someone, damn it – lawyer was gone.

Tom looks down at the papers in his hands. They should have been easy to sign, and yet… and yet he didn’t. Hasn’t signed yet. He walks quicker now, he can already see Libby’s house. It’s not even 8am, and she had still been at the pub when Tom left last night. He hopes she’s not hungover.

Not like Julia. Or at least, that’s what Tom suspects. He didn’t stay to find out, too afraid she’d find the unsigned papers at home. He’s quite sure she didn’t see them last night. She was home long after him and looked like a sickly panda this morning in bed. She was still sleeping, and Tom hopes that’ll be the case for a bit longer. He needs to talk to Libby first.

Oh, he wishes that he didn’t have to.

When he gets ready to knock, he stops for a moment, then laughs out loud. He can’t help it. This is where this started too. Tom in front of Libby’s house, with divorce papers in his hands. Just that this time they’re signed by her, the black ink screaming at him from the bottom of the page. He knows there are more signatures inside the documents, little blue and yellow markers telling him where he should scribble his name – and where Libby has already done that. He still doesn’t know whether he should add his.

He knocks. And wishes he’d have more time, but it’s just seconds before Libby opens the door. The most embarrassing thing – and maybe Tom should even be offended by this – is that Libby doesn’t look surprised at all when she sees him standing there.

“Come on in,” she says. Another thing so different from the first time he’s done this just a few short months ago. This time, she’s wearing comfy clothes and her hair is wet, probably from a morning shower. “I’ve just made some fresh coffee. Do you want some breakfast as well?” she asks, though her voice betrays her. Libby might have suspected him to be here, but that doesn’t mean she’s comfortable with it.

And somehow this grounds him. It feels like he’s right to be nervous about this. For whatever reason. But it feels big. Bigger than he cares to admit. Which is definitely something he shouldn’t tell her. And yet …

“No, thanks,” Tom answers as he enters. Just when Libby closes the door behind him and leads him into her kitchen, he speaks up again – which he really shouldn’t do, damn it. “I’m too nervous, and I think you’re, too. I also think we both know why, and I definitely don’t want to talk about it, and still I’m here, and—”

“—and you haven’t signed the papers,” Libby finishes for him, now leaning against the counter, her back to him, before she pours him a coffee and offers him a seat. He can only nod as he sits down at the table, waiting for her to join him, accepting the mug with a soft ‘thanks’. “So, why?” she asks as she’s sitting down at the other side of the table.

“I wish I knew.”

“You don’t want to marry her?” Before Tom knows what he’s doing, he feels himself shaking his head. He only realises when he looks up from his coffee mug to find Libby staring at him. He frowns. She does, too. “You don’t?”

“I—” “Tom—”, they say at the same time. He lets her go on, because really, he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t even know what he wants. “What is this? Where does this come from? This whole going back here, making me sign the papers, hell, manipulating me, luring me in. This was all about us getting divorced, so you can marry. And now… and now you tell me you don’t want to?”

“If I didn’t want to marry her, would you still have signed?”

Now it’s Libby who seems lost for words. Then she sighs. “I think it was time for us to do this anyway, wasn’t it?”

The thing is, Tom’s not so sure about it anymore. It feels like him not signing was deliberate (it wasn’t), and that some higher power made him forget about weddings, feelings and all of it. Which seems kind of crazy, since that’s all he’s been here for and all that anyone ever talked to him about. Well, everyone except for Libby and his parents.

“Was it?” he asks, and when Libby just stares at him like he’s crazy (maybe he is, probably), he adds, “or maybe this isn’t the time to sign but time to talk?”

***

So, that’s what they do. They talk. Moving from the kitchen to the living room, back to the kitchen – Tom does want some breakfast after all – and then back to the living room. At some point they’re out in the garden, slip out of the back of the house and through the fields and to that little barn, where they’d already hid from those paparazzi months ago – which brings back a whole different set of memories. But there they stay. Tom had called Julia to tell her he won’t be home anytime soon, some meeting or the other, which she understood. She’s feeling that hangover anyway. Beth suspects Tom feels a bit bad about that and about lying, but he does it anyway.

They brought some sandwiches with them, and also some drinks, nothing heavy, just beer. They keep talking, and yet they don’t. Because they’re still very good at avoiding the elephant in the room. So, by the end of their second bottle of beer which also marks the end of the afternoon and reaches the beginning of the evening, and even the night, the both of them have shared everything they’d done in the past six years; their career choices, their old and new friends, their families. But it isn’t until Beth finally finds some courage – maybe the drink helps – and asks, “So, why don’t you want to marry Julia?” that Tom stares at her, and they finally reach the conversation they were meant to have for months.

She’s scared of the answer, and when Tom finally speaks, she knows why. They’re sitting next to each other on a small picknick blanket, their shoulders touching, and Beth feels rather than sees Tom taking a big breath and looking at her.

“Maybe it’s not about me not wanting to marry her, but about me wanting to stay married to you.”

She swallows heavily, gulping down the remains of her beer, and stares at a spot on the floor in front of her. “That’s not fair, and you know that. We haven’t been together for six years, and you got engaged. You can’t do that do her, and you can’t do it to me, either.”

“So, you don’t want to stay married to me?”

Beth shakes her head, still not looking at him. “This isn’t about what I want, Tom. And this isn’t something you can change your mind about every couple of weeks. I signed the papers. I thought you did, too. And it doesn’t matter what I want. This is totally on you, don’t put it on me. If you want to sign, do it. If you want to get married, do it, too. If you sign and don’t marry, do that! And if you don’t sign, and we stay married on the paper, there you go. You know what I did, you know I signed, you’ve got your answer.” Now she’s looking at him, sees him staring at her. “Do what you want, for fuck’s sake.”

“But we’ve been there. Before,” he mumbles.

“Huh?”

“I did what I wanted. I left you, I moved, I stayed. Didn’t ask, just decided. Moved on, made you sign, and now I don’t know what to do. Because suddenly I feel like I’m throwing this away. Like I did before, and then it made you unhappy. It’s okay that I’m not happy, that I’m trapped in this new me. But I can’t make that decision for both of us again. I don’t trust myself to do it.”

“But—,” she starts, “you’re miserable like that. You can’t still feel guilty about this.”

“I can.”

And he does. Beth realises this now. After all these years he feels guilty. And maybe he didn’t fully notice it before, but coming here, seeing the what-ifs and the what-could-have-beens, he’s feeling all those things again. He punishes himself. “You think you deserve this.”

Tom nods, and now he’s the one looking away. “I left despite loving you. And if I do this, I’m leaving you again, despite loving you.”

“You’re not in love with me. Don’t say that.”

“Maybe not in love. Maybe not in the moment. But I do love you. And I think you love me, too. And I think I could go back there. With time, see where it’s going.”

Beth rises a brow. She didn’t expect this. Her heart is beating fast, she doesn’t know what’s happening here. “But you love Julia. You’re in love with her. And I’m sure she loves you, too.”

Tom shakes his head. He looks at her, his shoulder bumping hers and his blue eyes so piercing that they stare right into her soul. He wants her to believe him, and at this point he could probably tell her everything. She’d think he was right.

“She does love the new me. This hurt, closed off, success driven version of myself. The version that went through heartbreak when he left you, the one that was heartbroken that it was so easy to leave you.” It hurts her. To hear that it was easy for him to leave her. She was sitting in her flat for months, maybe years, and he can freely admit that it was easy? Beth opens her mouth to speak, but Tom beats her to it. “Why did you make it so easy for me to just leave you like that? Why didn’t you come, why didn’t you fight? Why didn’t you change my mind? I could have been happy on a London stage, why didn’t you tell me to come back?”

That… isn’t what Beth expected. She stares at him, moving away, so they don’t touch anymore. She can’t be so close to him right now. What is he saying? He didn’t want to leave? He wanted her to bring him back? But…

“I wanted you to be happy, Tom. You were happy. You told me that those opportunities made you happy. I was your wife. And I knew you weren’t happy with me. You would have resented me for making you stay with me. That wasn’t going to be on me, Tom. I didn’t care about how I felt. You were happy, and no matter what you think, you deserve to be happy now, too.”

“It wasn’t just about being happy. I didn’t feel like you loved me anymore. It was so easy to leave, because you didn’t hold me back.”

“You were loved, though,” she whispers. And she means it. Of course, she does. “You deserved to be loved, you are. Julia loves you.”

“I told you. She loves the Tom now. She would have never loved the Tom you knew. And just as she couldn’t have been in love with me then, I know that you probably couldn’t fall back in love with me now, huh?”

“What?”

“I told you I could go back there, but honestly, I don’t think you could. I’m not the sunny, bright, sunshine person anymore.”

“Maybe not. Doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. Doesn’t mean I couldn’t fall for you again. In fact, I’m pretty sure I could. I am. Which is why it’s not me who should make this decision. I signed the papers. I let you go. Did it once, can do it again. I want you to be happy, I wanted you to be happy then, and I thought you were. Until I recently saw that maybe you aren’t. But I do still know you. And I know that you can be happy, because I know the person you can be, I know who you’ve been, and I know who you will be. We both didn’t fight hard enough, because it was easier to pretend. I could have been in love with you then, but I sure as hell didn’t want you to look at me like I destroyed your dreams.”

There it is. They’re both breathing heavily now. It’s like they don’t come up for air until it’s all said and done. Until they get six – and even more – years of poor communication off their chests. But Beth isn’t finished, yet. “But I can’t let you do it this way around. I can’t be this person who comes between you and your fiancée. Not until you don’t know what you want for yourself.”

Just when Tom looks like he’s got a speech prepared for this, and just when Beth finally feels the tears that must have been streaming down her face for minutes, and when she sees the tears in Tom’s eyes as well, she gets up. More space, she needs more space. And she needs this to not be about her.

“I won’t be the one holding you back, or not holding you back again. We won’t test each other like that again. I love you, I hear it when you say you love me, but it won’t be me calling it.” She doesn’t let him speak, she just grabs her bag and gets ready to leave. “You sign the papers, or you don’t. I’ve done my part, you know where I stand. You go talk to Julia. You get this out of the way with her. Marry her, don’t marry her, stay married to me, or be single for you. You know where to find me, I’ve made my peace. This is my peace, I’ll survive. You go and make yours. And when, or if, you stop feeling guilty, you be the man I know you are, Tom Hiddleston.”

And with that, she turns. Tears streaming, a smile on her face, and her heart as light as heavy as it hasn’t felt in six years.

Now, it’s Tom’s turn.

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Watching/Rewatching/Planning to Watch List

I got tagged by @excessivelyobssesed​ thanks! sorry it took me so long to do it, my head is all over the place, but it made me super happy that you tagged me :D

Watching:

I... I-I dont know anymore. Too many. It’s the BLs fault. Also the life crisis. I need a distraction. But it might be too many... I start to forget the plots too fast...

The Warp Effect (yt) - not bl. guy travels ten years to the future and has to solve the problems of his friends/acquitances linked to polaroid pictures. It’s P’Jojo so it’s crazy shenanigans mixed with serious and relevant topics being out in the spotlight. I’m really liking it.

Never Let Me Go (yt) - bl. low class bodyguard x lonely young master. after the death of his father the young master wants a friend/someone to trust of the bodyguard his mom found for him.

History 5 (viki) - bl. might drop it. I haven’t given the second episode a chance yet. I don’t really get the plot yet. we’ll see.

The New Employee (viki) - k bl. intern x boss. gay intern falls for his boss who’s flirting with him in a very elegant way. it took a while but I’m sold on this one. It’s so good.

Midnight Series: Midnight Motel (yt) - not bl (yet). Off, Louis, Jan and Monf are killing it. And the plot is interesting. we’ll see what Dirty Laundry brings. (still waiting for the gay chickens)

The Director Who Buys Me Dinner (iq) - k bl. a lot of cringe in the beginning. but despite everything I’m into it now. also I love reincarnation and curses that have to be overcome with the power of love. the tenderness is a plus.  

Candy Color Paradox (viki) - j bl. opposites attract in this japanese manga adaptation of two scandal magazine staff who fall in love as they discover each other. not the worst, not the best. good enough for me. 

609 Bedtime Story (wetv) - bl. parallel universe bad boy player falls for cute guy and now have to save his life. OhmFluke. surprisinfly the plot is one of the reasons I’m here.

Between Us ( iq | yt) - bl. UWMA spinoff with WinTeam as mains. I’m obsessed. I have zero need for the side couples despite how cute they are. I’m invested on WinTeam. 

Gap the series (yt) - gl. that has me hooked. office romance with so many flaws but the chemistry is amazing, and despite it’s flaws the plot is solid enough for me. I just love looking at them loving each other. 

Happy Ending Romance (gaga | viki) - bl. writer got blacklisted and now lives (as a couple) with another popular writer that decided to take care of him. he's approached by guy who tries to convince him to publish a new book. this is here because I believe I will finish it soon. mainly to get it off my list. but I will! ...I hope..  

I Will Knock You (gaga | yt) - bl. weirdo gang leader caught in 90's aesthetics and another weirdo that tries to tutor him (and is always caught up in situations he doesn’t want to be in) weird but funny. it’s recently been picking up pace. I’m glad I didn’t drop it. I find them adorable.

Koi to Dangan - not bl. technically watching it. straight japanese crazy shenanigans. I should countinue with it. If I find the time.

My School President (yt) - bl. school president is moronosexual and doesn't know how to flirt. I never thought I would be so much into a high school romance again. they own my heart. It’s one of my current faves.

My Tooth Your Love (wetv | viki) - bl. great job taiwan :) this ended recently. I have to watch the last episodes before it goes into the list of shows I never finished by one or two episodes. 

Alice in Borderland (netflix) - not bl. it’s a second season so I’m trying to watch one episode a day. and failing. I hope I finsh it. a gamer hermit gets transported into a parallel tokyo with his friedns where they have to play life and death games to survive. 

Remember Me (yt | gaga) - bl. watching this ... somehow. it was nice sometimes and annoying others. I think it finished this week. I have to finish it so I can forget about it forever. 

Recently binged / finished:

Tsukuritai Onna Tabetai Onna - gl. two women bonding over their “unusual” love for food. it’s cute and comforting. I really liked it.

Choco Milk Shake (yt) - k bl. it was cute and weird. it’s a great thing to watch with your brain turned off.

Oh! My Assistant (viki) - k bl. meh. entertaining. glad it’s over. forgettable (for me). 

To Sir, With Love (yt) - bl. historical drama rich family heir fells in love with commoner. in the background his mother is killing everyone who discovers her son is gay. it was amazing. best brothers relationship ever. 

Plan to Watch:

this is just a preview, there’s so many more, until I watch the first episode of a series my curiousity always get the best of me

Till The World Ends

Island

Cutie Pie 2 You

Weak Hero Class 1

Me no Doku Sugiru Shokuba No Futari

Alchemy of Souls (the gifmakers are baiting me and I might bite)

Ai Long Nhai (I’m curious about it)

10 Year Ticket (maybe)

Why You Why Me

Soredemo Ikite Yuku

Hit Bite Love (apparently there’s controversy?)

Individual Circumstances

The End of The World With You

Wish You Luck

Wish Me Luck

A Shoulder to Cry On

My Beautiful Man the movie

Middleman’s Love

Bed Friend

and mainly eveything that picks my interest... I always end up dropping a lot xD

and this is only a part of it.... imagine if I added the western stuff...

i'm tagging @isaksbestpillow and @gunsatthaphan and everyone that sees this, feel free to tag me :)

[boybandbaby]

Modern Eddie Munson as a boyfriend

Note: i tried to be gender neutral as much as possible (please lmk if there is anything that indicates to a specific gender so I can change it)

minors dni please

feel free to comment or reblog with other things you think Eddie would do as a bf

Y’all probably met on a dating app because Eddie has no game meeting people in person - as cute and dorky and flirtatious as he is, he cannot pick up a girl for his life

Sure he has people who eye fuck him during his shows and definitely want to hook up but either Eddie gets super nervous when the person starts flirting or he’s in the stage where he wants an actual relationship

Y’all messaged on the dating app for hella long before you had to ask for his phone number - he was too nervous to ask and you were not going to wait around for him forever

It becomes much easier to maintain conversation with him through text rather than the app because he’s so bad at responding and never had his notifications on

Your first date is super awkward because uncle Wayne told Eddie to be on his best behavior and not to scare his date away and Steve gave him a bunch of “tips” on how to act so Eddie is super not himself

There’s a couple of days where you both don’t text each other after the date because 1. He thinks he screwed up and is waiting for you to text and 2. You’re waiting for him to text to show he’s interested

He calls you for the first time to ask if you want to go get something to eat and you’re like “did you ghost me?”

You both go out to eat and laugh at how stupid you both were for not texting. You’re super glad he called because the date goes really well and he’s more comfortable around you and you actually get to see what he’s like

He’s cheesy when he asks you to be his boyfriend/girlfriend/partner - like he has flowers and writes a little note because he’s too shy to say it out loud and you write back YES and slip it back to him. He keeps the note in his wallet next to the first picture of you two together

The picture is probably a Polaroid taken by Robin around your 3rd month into dating at a party Steve has for one of the kids birthdays or it’s 1/4 of a photo booth strip - he just had to rip the photo of his licking your cheek and you smiling

You both go out a lot because you’re not at the stage of going to each other’s houses - your hangouts and dates are eating somewhere or you sit in his van and listen to music or have a picnic at the park

When you finally go over to his and meet uncle Wayne, Eddie is super nervous because uncle Wayne can look intimidating but you both get along so well and Wayne even smiles!

Wayne adores you and always embarrasses Eddie whenever you come over - he’ll share stories of Eddie as a kid or talk about how much Eddie talks about you

Eddie is messy - clothes strung about the room, he can never find anything when he needs it, old bowls of cereal and Mac n cheese on his desk, half empty water bottles and soda cans, cigarette and blunts scattered everywhere, ash on his nightstand

Has a picture of you on his nightstand for both romantic and dirty reasons

He’s super clingy - always touching or grabbing you in private and public

Eddie is so nosy like you could be sitting on his bed and need to use the bathroom and he’s like “where are you going” “don’t take long, okay?”

He interrupts your conversations with so many questions Y: “so me and *person* went to eat today and-“ E:“what did you eat” Y: “Burger King but anyways-“ E: “what did you get? Was it good?” Y: “I got a sandwich and yes Eddie but there’s tea so shush”

If you’re watching a show or showing him something on your phone and a coworker texts about work gossip he’s immediately telling you to answer the text

He knows all your work gossip and each coworker by name. If you tell him you dislike someone he’ll automatically feel the same way without knowing them just to be a supportive bf

When you get into an argument or fight and it’s his fault he’ll try to make you laugh or break the tension by singing all his responses. He knows it pisses you off but you’ll eventually break into a fit of laughter

when he gets mad or annoyed with you, he'll try his best to just stay silent but he can't because he always wants to talk to you

his lock screen is a picture of you sleeping

he loves you but wont let you touch his guitar

he "cooks" for you - ramen cups and poorly grilled cheese sandwiches

you show him self care because even though he has great skin and hair he's gross and uses the same dove body soap for his body and face (gag) or a 2 in 1 shampoo body wash and its a no no

you scrub and moisturize his hands and clean his nails after a shift at the auto shop or a gig

he gets you both matching necklaces or bracelets like the super cheesy ones that go together such as the two halves of a heart or puzzle pieces that fit together

Never takes photos of anything except pictures of you sleeping or you mid bit while eating

Because he never has photos of anything he uses all the photos you take of him from his shows on his social media accounts

doesn't ever credit you for the photos and eventually changes his bio to "all photos taken by @/yourusername <3"

Makes you a playlist with all his fave songs and even asks you to make one too so he could get a taste of your music even if it’s similar or different than his

Gets super invested in the things you like :)

If it’s a band he doesn’t know much about he’ll add their songs to his Spotify or google search all the members and their histories - starts referring to himself as their fandom names (for example: if you like one direction he'll call himself a directioner)

If it’s a show he’ll ask you to wait to watch a new episode so he can watch it with you - he asks so many damn questions and you have to pause the show and rewind several times (you don't tell him that you rewatch the episode alone after watching it with him)

Eddie always fixing your car or maintaining it for you “babe have you gotten your oil changed, it’s due soon” “I’ll take it for you” “I’ll drop you off at Starbucks or something and buy you a drink while I take it to the shop”

He keeps a list on his notes app of everything you like and has started it since you started talking to each other such as your favorite dessert, your subway order, your favorite movie, your t-shirt or shoe size, your favorite scent

NSFW: Watches porn only with a pornstar that has similar features as you (skin color, body type, etc)

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instagram work by Samantha Zamora

(Before you continue; when you see the pictures I posted on Instagram, you’ll notice that they all contain text, it’s my personal choice and I think it’ll help the imagery, you do not need to do this. Thank you.) (EDIT: I just realized how small and hidden the text is, my advice would be right clicking one of my images and clicking "Open link in new tab" to see the text)

Image 1- “Need A Drink” [alcohol pouring into glass cup]- I wanted to capture something in motion, like what we learned about Shutter Speed and Depth of Field. I chose the alcohol in a cup and the phrase “Need A Drink” because it’s something we all can relate to; after a long day of physical/mental labor, one feels hungry or thirsty, so they find whatever to satisfy themselves.

Image 2- “Beauty in Façade" [rhinestones scattered everywhere]- I wanted to fill up the composition with objects that grab one’s attention, like when you’re walking outside, and you find something shiny on the ground. I chose “Beauty in Façade" because of the obsession with diamonds and jewelry. Yeah, they’re beautiful and shiny, but they don’t hold much value (the rhinestones in this case).

Image 3- “Paint Me Pretty” [ceramic dog with paintbrush]- For this photo, I wanted to use something I made to help support my idea; the idea is about the beauty of creation and how everything one creates (A statue, painting, drawing, etc.) is an extension of oneself and shows one's thought process .

Image 4- “Permanence of The Temporary” [polaroid camera with photo]- So when we want to capture a moment, the first thing we do is pull out our cameras to make this moment last forever. A moment is just that: a moment, something that is temporary, a photo of that moment is forever.

Image 5- “Prolongation of the Picturesque” [painting being cleaned with a tissue]- This photo is about maintaining the beauty of an object. In this case, I am removing the dust of the framed painting so it will not sully the artwork (Yeah, the painting is not being damaged, but the frame of the painting can change the artwork’s appearance if it becomes dirty).  

Image 6- “On the Go” [backpack]- This photo refers to going out somewhere and taking a backpack or purse with you, one of the first few items you gather before going out.

Image 7- “I choose you” [small boxes of ink]- This photo can represent how there are multiple ways to doing something, but we limit ourselves to one or two options. So, once you’ve thought your situation over after a while, you finally decide to settle with the choice you’re going with.

Image 8- “At My Convenience” [portable fan]- Another photo I wanted to capture with Shutter Speed. This photo is about things that are made to be used in one spot and cannot be moved, but finding the exact same object, but in portable form. This can be something like a laptop or tablet where we can take them anywhere.  

Image 9- “Documentation of Conceptualization” [pencil and paper]- The main idea of this photo would be writing down ideas and thoughts as a way of planning, documenting, or expressing yourself on paper. This is beneficial because it helps you clear your mind and clarifies underlying emotions.

I think what I could have done differently would be someone else helping me take the photos while I perform the action of holding the objects with both my hands and experimenting more with the angles of my photos.

[i-llenium]