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awalkonthelightside · 2 years

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A beginners guide to improve your phone photos

Now even though most of my recent pictures are taken on a proper camera, I very much started taking pictures using just my phone and the natural light I had, so this is very much aimed at people who don't have any "expert" equipment.

Anyway... Lights, Camera, ACTION! A quick introduction to what you're working with.

Lights - Lighting (and it's playful friend shadow) is the most important thing you will need - even the most basic of camera phones can take a decent picture if things are well lit, but the best camera in the world will struggle to make anything out of something that isn't. My advice with lights is to stop thinking of them as a specific thing, but rather as relative levels, because that is what creates shadows and makes things look more interesting. So if the light one one side of you is more bright than the other then you'll get some pretty shadows. If you are standing nearer a light source than the background you'll be much brighter than it will be. etc

The sun is your friend as it's a massive free light source, however it's a bit hard to control, as it slowly moves around (OK so technically we move, but... you know what I mean), varies in intensity and sometimes disappears behind clouds. Depending where you are in the world, the sun's position in the sky varies not only throughout the day but how high it is in the sky. There are some shots I can only manage at certain times of day during the winter because it's the only time the suns hits parts of my bedroom at the right angle.

As a rule direct sunlight, unless it's early in the morning or in the evening is quite difficult to control - because it's so much brighter than anything else you can end up having very harsh shadows (you can do things like hold a thin white sheet over a window to diffuse the lighting, but I want to keep this simple).

But really any light source works, so long as it's brighter than your other surroundings.

Camera - without getting too technical, basically a camera can change three different variables (which I’ll get onto later) to adjust how much light it lets in. In automatic modes, both on professional cameras, and your phone it adjusts these automatically to get the results. These tend to be geared towards the type of shots most people take, which is usually pictures of people's faces, so they aren't always so great at capturing the human body - this is why I prefer to use the manual settings (it might be called something like Pro mode on your phone). These aren't usually available on the "selfie" camera so you'll probably have to use the front facing camera (which will take better pictures anyway, it will just take a bit more practice to get right).

Another important feature taking self portraits is using a timer, or as I prefer to do if your camera has it, a voice activation mode, or both - so you can say "capture" and your phone will take an image. I think this is a feature on Android phones but might require something to be downloaded on Apple devices.

Action - this is where you get involved! It's important to try lots of things - don't be afraid to try lots of different poses to see what works. Move around in the light and see what works - don't be afraid to move the camera up or down a little bit so it changes the angle it's looking at you. My best pictures are nearly always ones I haven't planned, but I just tried standing in a different position to normal, or used a prop in a different way and I liked the results.

So now you know all that, here's a quick step by step guide to taking some nice pictures.

Set your phone to selfie mode (or take a video and watch it back). Find somewhere to balance it (or just use duct tape to tape it to a wall or object). Generally I find if you hold one hand in the direction of the main light source and one hand towards the camera you want your hands to be at a 90 degree angle or less. Move your body around and look at the results of the video (or the selfie screen if you can see it - if it looks quite good then you're ready to go, if not just try adjusting things until you find somewhere that works. Remember the place you stood to get the best results (if in doubt use a bit of tape on the floor to mark the spot).

Change the phone to manual mode - you only really need to worry about changing two things - the shutter speed and the ISO (phones tend to have a fixture aperture - or in non technical speak how much of the shot is in focus, or even more simply the background blur thingie, so we don’t need to worry about the final variable) . As a rule you want to keep the ISO as low as possible (usually around 100) as on phones it's essentially just a "auto enhance in low lighting" mode, so the higher the setting the grainier the picture will end up looking. Set the shutter speed to around 1/50 second (if you are standing still this should avoid you looking blurry). If the image is too bright, then keep lowering the shutter speed (1/100. 1/200 etc) until you are happy with how it looks - if it's too dark at 1/50 still, then start to raise the ISO).

If you are using the timer, set it (I usually find 5 seconds is about right to get into position). This method requires much more patience as you have to go back to the phone each time to take a new picture. With voice activation you can get into position and just shout "Capture" at your phone like a lunatic and take a whole load (although I would recommend checking the first few to just make sure things are looking great).

And that's it really. But really the most important things are patience and being willing to experiment and try different things. You don't need to know much to get going - just try lots of different poses and positions and eventually you'll find something that works for you. Sometimes you just need to get lucky with the time of day when you're using the sunlight, or a nice thin cloud can create beautiful lighting. Move the camera position around. Move yourself around and look at how the light moving changes how the shadows fall over your body.

#diy self portraits #self photography

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tteokggukk · 3 years

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golden hour → jjk

» pairing: photographer! jungkook x reader

» genre: smut, established relationship, pwp

» words: 3.4k

» warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, some dirty talk, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), deepthroating, cunnilingus, penetration, teasing, edging-ish, jungkook is kind of??? a dom, jungkook loves kissing, use of ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ as pet names, tattooed and long haired jungkook (which isn’t rlly a warning but just in case??), and a boudoir shoot.

» summary: when your boyfriend jungkook is stressed out over a certain project, you decide to comfort him and help him de-stress by taking a mini-photoshoot during golden hour. what you don’t expect is how he turns your innocent suggestion into a boudoir shoot.

» a/n: hello omg this is the first time i’m ever posting smut and all i wanna say is i tried. this is like a practice shot or smth but i swear i’ll learn askldlaskdjl feel free to leave comments and suggestions :’> AhAHAGSGHA

permanent taglist: this is the first time i’m posting with a permanent taglist and i’m tagging just in case but since this is a smut please let me know if you’re not comfortable with smut works so i can only tag you in non-smut ones, thank you! @mochisjoon @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd

Sundays were one of your favorite days of the week. It was your chance to unwind and ease yourself before preparing for work again the next day. It was also one of the days where you could spend your time just lying down on your bed with your longtime boyfriend, Jungkook, where you felt the safest in his arms. Today though, Jungkook was focused on his desk retouching pictures he took for a client.

It was a quiet and peaceful day in your apartment. You didn’t have much to do, so you decided to catch up on some reading while lying in bed partnered with a cup of tea on the side table. You loved how you respected each other enough in your relationship that neither of you minded or intervened the other when working on your separate interests. You could do your own thing while he would do his, so it was nice to still have that sense of freedom and independence. The two of you spent the whole day focused on your separate agendas.

Neither of you realized how the sun was beginning set, slowly dimming the room into a warm tint of orange.

From time to time, Jungkook would ask for your opinion on the shots he was fixing and you’d give him your honest opinion (you’ve picked up photography terms and technicalities that you learned from him when you first started dating). He was glad that you were of help, kissing your hand every time he heard your input, but you couldn’t help but notice how stressed he was over this one project. He’d make a low, grunting sound every hour and run his hands through his hair in frustration. Occasional clicking noises and sighs would slip from his mouth and it bothered you to see him like this. He was normally excited and quick when working on projects, but this one in particular was putting him at his wit’s end.

Getting up from bed, you decide to give your boyfriend some comfort in a way that you could. Placing your book aside, you walked over to him. You positioned your hands on his shoulders before applying soft, circular motions just below his nape, causing him to hum in pleasure and tilt his head back. He lets you massage him for a moment until he takes both your hands and rests them on his chest.

“I’m sorry I haven’t spent much time with you today,” he apologizes.

“Don’t be,” you tell him, “I know how important this is to you—but you seem really stressed about it.”

“The client has so many requests and they keep making changes at the last minute, I can’t really figure out what they want,” He sighs, obviously exasperated at the client he was currently handling.

“How urgent is this?” You ask.

“Not very?” He turns his ergonomic chair around to face you, pulling you close to make you sit on his lap, “I just wanted to get it done as fast as I could to leave some days for readjustments.” Of course, he was always such a perfectionist and you admired that about him.

“So why don’t you take a break? Watch some shows, lie down, or take new pictures as a “palette cleanser”,” You suggest, noticing how his eyebrows raise at the suggestion of taking pictures. Jungkook looks out the window before looking back at you, “Well it is golden hour,” he grins.

“Can I take pictures of you?” He asks with his doe eyes beaming brightly, making it impossible for you to say no to him.

“Sure, why not?” You agreed and got up while he followed after you with his personal camera.

Thanks to the huge window in your apartment, the warm color of the setting sun hit all the right spots in your room. The bed was well lit, so you two decided to hold the mini-shoot on it. You knew exactly what kind of poses Jungkook liked in pictures, it made your heart flutter every time he praised you for doing so well. His favorite shots were always the ones where you modeled in them—you were his muse, after all, and there hasn’t been a single shot of you that left him dissatisfied.

It didn’t take long before you were fully immersed in switching to different poses for him, you hadn’t noticed how the strap of your silk camisole began sliding off your left shoulder. Jungkook, however, took a clear notice on the simple slip of your clothing, rousing an interesting idea in his head.

You watched as Jungkook scanned the pictures, not quite expecting him to ask, “Do you wanna try a boudoir shoot?”

Your eyes grow wide at the question, unsure with what kindled the suggestion. His eyes meet yours and he mistakenly reads the expression on your face for hesitance, “It’s okay if you don’t want to, babe. It was just an idea.”

“No, I do,” You said quickly. You weren’t nervous at all, and honestly you were determined to help him get his mind off the stress he’s been through the whole day—you thought you’d do just about anything, “I was just wondering why you suddenly thought of doing that kind of shoot,” you laughed.

“So should I take these off then?” you held onto the hem of your camisole, making Jungkook smile and nod in response.

As you slowly began to undress, Jungkook couldn’t help but stare at you while you disposed of the clothes that covered every outline of your body. After all these years, seeing your body always felt like the first time for him—it was something he never got tired of, his amazement at your figure never faded.

“Maybe I should change into lingerie,” You muttered, realizing you were only wearing your plain, nude-colored underwear. Jungkook stopped you before you got out of bed.

“I think you look perfect in those,” He says, a fond look in his eyes. You slowly moved back and sat down again, a blush creeping on your cheeks. “Psh,” was all you could say, making him chuckle at how you were flustered by the comment.

Taking boudoir shoots wasn’t exactly your forte, so Jungkook had to guide and direct you on what you had to do with your body. He’d gently move your arms and feet to his desired angle, and though it was awkward at first, you eventually got the hang of it.

You were definitely a quick learner, and Jungkook noticed that. Through the lens, he started seeing how you got comfortable with the intimate poses and how your facial expressions could easily capture the mood. He couldn’t help but take a moment to stare at your eyes before his gaze trailed down to your pink lips, where you lasciviously bit on your finger. He had to clear his throat before he finally took the picture.

The light coming from the windows did more than just reflect the golden hour in his shots. From your perspective, the lighting made it impossible not to notice the bulge forming in his grey sweatpants, which cast a shadow near his upper thigh. You bite your lip at the sight, your heart beginning to thump rapidly at the thoughts racing in your head.

A coy smile tugs upon your lips as you position yourself in a new pose, bringing yourself to your knees. Jungkook watches as you slowly remove the straps of your bra from your shoulders, leaving yourself to hold the cups in place. He gulps nervously and tries to hide it with a cough, but this only urges you to do more.

You continue teasing him by curving your back and gripping on the sheets, causing him to let out a frustratingly deep breath. This goes on for a couple more minutes with several other poses until he couldn’t take it anymore—with the simple movement of holding your hair up and exposing your nape, which you knew drove him wild, he brings the camera down from his face.

“You’re getting too good at this, aren’t you?”

His voice was much deeper now than it was previously as he begins to walk over to the bed. “Am I?” You ask, pretending not to notice his eyes that were now a shade darker along with the outline of his length protruding from his sweats, “Are we done? Did the pictures come out good?”

“Mhm,” he hums, sitting down on the edge of the bed to face you, leaning into your neck to whisper into your ear, “Really good.”

“Then I take it you’ll probably get back to work now?” You asked, leaning backwards to look at him, “You seem de-stressed enough. Good luck, babe!” You playfully peck his cheek before turning away from him as a joke, bringing the straps of your bra back to your shoulders.

“Not quite,” He says sternly, “Let me help you with that.”

With one swift movement, Jungkook immediately unhooks your bra as a gasp leaves your lips. He watches you clutch onto it, trying to cover your nearly exposed chest. You turn back to face him only to be met by Jungkook’s soft lips crashing into yours. He starts leaning into you, leaving you lying down on the bed with your bra still (but only barely) covering your chest. He was towering over you now, a smirk forming on his lips as he notices your cheeks turning into a darker shade of red.

“Nice try, you think I don’t know what you’re doing?” he says darkly while raising a brow. You bit your lip and felt the urge to start kissing him, but the way he leaned back clearly meant he had other plans.

“Such a good model, aren’t you?” He moves back and takes your right leg, peppering your inner thigh with kisses as he steadily moves up towards your stomach while his long hair tickled your skin. He then moves up to your chest until finally reaching your collarbone, “Is this what you had in mind to relieve my stress?”

He starts planting soft kisses on your neck, gradually turning them into harsh sucking and leaving several marks on your skin. A small moan escapes your lips as he finds that sweet spot on your neck, the sound making him smirk in confidence. His left hand is pressed onto the mattress for support while the other cupped your face.

When his mouth leaves your neck, he looks into your eyes for a brief moment and gently takes your chin to pull you in for a kiss. His soft lips that move against yours so perfectly partnered with the musky scent of his perfume were enough for your mind to go in a haze. Your hands move up to his neck before slowly moving up to gently tug on his hair, making him hum in pleasure. Jungkook’s tongue begins to glide over your lips, and you take this as a cue to open your mouth and give him access to your tongue.

He breaks away for a moment to take his shirt off, the sight of his bare torso making you crave him even more. The way his muscles flexed certainly did things to you, you wished you had the ability to see his gorgeous back while simultaneously looking at his toned abdomen.

He notices the small tug on your lips after removing his shirt and sends you a teasing smile, “Well aren’t you enjoying this?”

“Always,” you sighed, making him giggle. He leans forward once again for your lips to meet. Softly, you bite on his lower lip before he makes his way towards your cheek, then down towards your neck, and finally to your chest where your bra laid atop your breasts. He takes the garment between his teeth and takes it with his hand, tossing it over to a nearby chair where it perfectly hung over the backrest. You don’t know why, but that act alone caused your arousal pool even more—you had to resist gasping out loud in amazement.

His tongue begins to skillfully swirl over your nipple and your breath hitches at the action. His tattooed hand takes your other breast and cups it, lightly kneading and squeezing it.

“Mmmh, that feels good,” You moan softly while your fingers run through the strands of his hair. Once his lips leave your breast, he gives you a quick kiss before moving down to your thighs where he slightly spreads them apart.

“Oh, babe,” he purrs while playing with the waistband of your underwear, “This wet already?” He continues to lightly peck your inner thighs while his hand rubs on your pussy that was still covered by your undergarment. Your breathing had turned heavy as you waited for his next move, but he seemed to enjoy teasing you like this.

“Jungkook, please...” Your voice almost came out as whisper.

His eyes look up to meet yours, a “Please what, baby?”

“Please me,” you whined.

“Please you? And what do you want me to do?” He smirks, rubbing the garter of your underwear between his fingers as if he were about to pull them down any second.

“Take it off,” you begged.

“These?” Slowly, he begins to pull them down and slides them off your thighs. You push yourself up to watch as he takes your underwear in his hands, tossing them to the same chair where he threw your bra. The outline of his cock appeared to be even more protrusive now, and you couldn’t help but slightly salivate at the sight.

He slips his fingers into your folds and brushes them past your clit while quiet whimpers begin to fall from your mouth. Jungkook leans forward as he starts to gradually rub in circles, his eyes focused on yours as he watches the expressions on your face with amusement.

“Ah—fuck,” You fail to bite back a moan as Jungkook begins to pick up the pace, stroking his fingers up and down exactly the way you wanted him to. “Just like that,” you pant.

“Is this what you want?” He whispers into your ear before pulling his hand away, “Or should I get back to work and stop?”

“God, Jungkook, no—!” You cried.

“No, what?” He growls, “Use your words, ___.”

“No, don’t get back to work,” You whined.

“Then what should I do?” His hands continue to slide through your arousal while waiting for your answer.

“Touch me, please.”

He chuckles darkly at your impatience.

“So needy.”

He begins to run his digits along your clit causing your breathing to become unsteady as louder pants escaped your lips. Seeing the veins on his arm while his tattooed fingers worked their way onto your sweet spot turned you on greatly, you found yourself moaning out every profanity you knew. Jungkook slips two of his long fingers into your pussy, causing you to cry his name out loud followed by another curse. He licks his lips at the arousing sound of you blurting out vulgar words while his fingers curled inside you.

“This is what you wanted, babe? For me to fuck you with my fingers, huh?” He inserts a third finger in and you feel the burn from the stretch, hissing at the slight pain. He quickly moves down and positions himself to face your arousal, using his free hand to further spread your legs apart.

“Such a pretty little cunt,” He stares hungrily and runs his tongue across your folds, “Tastes so good.”

Your hands grab onto Jungkook’s soft hair while he continues lapping you up, his tongue skillfully flicking over and sucking on your clit. The motion of his fingers slipping in and out of you paired with the movement of his tongue sent your mind in a frenzy—you could hear just how wet you were and felt your pussy pulsating at his touch.

He continues to delve his tongue into you, humming in delight as he takes in every bit of your arousal. The vibrations from his mouth felt even more stimulating, and though you wanted to feel much more of him than just his mouth, the high you felt was too much for you to be able to push him off.

“W-want you,” You stuttered. Jungkook looks up at you and breathes out a deep laugh, another smirk forming on his lips.

“Me? Where do you want me, babe?” He positions himself above you to plant kisses along your neck which made you smile. Your hands trail all over his torso before sliding down underneath his sweatpants, feeling the length of his cock in your hands. Jungkook lets out a low grunt and crashes his lips back into your neck.

“Want you inside me,” You hum, rubbing his cock underneath his sweats. Jungkook’s breathing begins to turn ragged at your touch, but he manages to pull himself back and take his pants off.

“Kneel, baby,” He instructs, holding your hands to pull you up. You kneel in front of him and watch as he begins to stroke himself, biting your lip at the sight. “Show me how much you want me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Pushing his hand off himself, you wrap your lips around the red tip of his cock. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair as you bob your head up and down his length, your hand pumping the rest of his size. Low groans begin to emit from his mouth while your tongue swirled around the head, and to show him just how much you wanted him to be inside you, you dared yourself to take him deep inside your throat.

“F-fuck, ___, you’re so good,” He breathes out in shock at how much of him you’re taking in. Slight tears form in your eyes as his grip on your hair tightens, momentarily gagging you.

Jungkook’s hands finally frees the strands of your hair as he leans forward into you, pushing you back onto the mattress. Prying your legs apart, he takes his cock in his hand and teases your entrance, brushing the tip up on your clit and causing heat to form in your stomach.

“Please, Jungkook,” you whined, unable to wait any longer. Another smile tugs on his lips at your eagerness and before you knew it, you were gripping on the sheets while Jungkook sank deep into you. The movement of his hips thrusting into you has your back arching and your toes curling while you moaned his name in pleasure.

Jungkook continues to pick up the pace. You could feel the way his cock moved against your walls, hitting the exact spot that sent lightning through your veins while your fingernails dug deeper into his shoulders—the groans and heavy breathing coming from your boyfriend turning you on even more. His eyes meet yours for a quick second and for a moment he thinks about wanting to capture you just like this.

“So beautiful,” he pants, “And so, so needy.”

It wasn’t long before you could feel yourself reaching your climax, and it’s brought even closer by the sudden circular motion of Jungkook’s digits rubbing against your clit. A strangled moan comes out of you as he continues to thrust even deeper while his fingers added pressure on your bud. Your body starts to shake as your orgasm ripples through you, causing you to scream his name out for who knows how loud. Your walls clench around him as he continues to fuck you through your high and fills you up, followed by the sound of his own moans. His hips begin to slow down and he eventually pulls out of you.

Jungkook’s lips crash into yours before lying down next to you, pulling you in so you were lying down on his arm while covering the two of you with a blanket. Neither of you noticed how dark the sky had turned and how the only light coming into the apartment were from the streetlights outside. The only sound in the apartment came from the cars outside and you two catching your breaths.

“You’re amazing,” he sighs, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” You grin and curl your legs with his, “Are you good, now? Feeling better enough to retouch pictures?”

“Oh, definitely,” Jungkook chuckles, “But those aren’t urgent.”

“I thought you wanted to get it done as fast as you could?” You laughed.

“I know, but it’s already dark out, so I should be spending time with you,” he says and plants a kiss on your temple. From underneath the sheets, you could feel his hands travelling to squeeze your inner thigh just as he moves closer into your ear before whispering in a low, inviting tone.

“…and one round isn’t enough, don’t you think?”

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jangmi-latte · 3 years

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>♡< may i order some cheesy pomefiore headcanons with an s/o who's a ballet dancer?

➻ content: almond chocolate cocoa

➻ warnings: none

➻ comments: i've always wanted to try ballet. makes me wonder how weak my legs are. i've broke my boots one time attempting to stand on my toes :'D this was fun to write. i do be having mad respects for ballerinas.

i. vil schoenheit

➺ with him as a model and actor and you as a ballerina, there is no doubt that both of you will have strict self-care schedules for yourselves. daily yoga and workout with him during the mornings (maybe even late at night) is one of the ways you two would bond with each other.

➺ you may have your own healthy diet and vil somehow keeps track of what you eat to keep your slim figure.

➺ your diet is probably not as strict as vil’s so there are times you would tease him when it comes to any cheat day.

“look vil, i bought fried donuts.”

“get those detrimental calories away from me.”

“but they’re yummy :D”

“no.”

“come on just have a small bite for me.”

“y/n no--!”

➺ vil is a very supportive partner. he values and respects the hard work you went through just to master balance and grace. he would be there for your rehearsals and performances. if magicam had a story function similar to instagram, he would totally add you to his stories.

➺ being a ballerina includes inevitable bruises and wounds while practising. vil makes sure these instances are taken care of instantly. he cares for your physical wellbeing.

➺ dance practices with each other is one of your dates. he would catch you doing a grand jete and would smile in delight. like, damn look at his lover go.

➺ you're a sub mentor during the vdc.

➺ struggling to do a certain dance routine? vil is there to help you. we all know how strict he can be as a teacher and he’s no different when he’s helping you. you handled his teachings before anyways, there’s nothing new to it.

➺ he also uses that as an excuse to touch you (affectionately).

➺ imagine having his hands on your waist while he helps you posture properly during a certain step and then it wanders towards your stomach. the last thing you know he’s already hugging you from behind.

➺ if you’re a popular ballerina then it’s no doubt the paparazzi already caught wind of your relationship. vil would, one day, post a picture of you together and there you go, shippers everywhere.

➺ pomefiore students would be baffled by how flexible you are. you know those flexibility challenges on tiktok? you would definitely do that and the students would question if you have any bones. it’s possible you’re more flexible than vil, he’ll totally ask how you stretch during yoga.

“stretching that far back is scaring me,” he said, watching as you bent back while you sat in a front split. “be careful, you might break your spine.” you sat back properly, smiling at your boyfriend while you brought your legs back together. sitting doll-like while stretching your feet, “that’s my favorite stretching position. really helps with the back.” you stretched your arms this time, arms rising above your head before standing back up. vil simply sighed, knowing not to question the capabilities of a ballerina. you are far beyond your liege. his eyes wandered over to the shelf in the dance studio. there sat both your awards, his from modeling and acting, while yours are from your magnificent dancing. the real epitome of hard work.

vil’s mind began to wander at how far you two had gone-- until he heard a loud bang against the studio floor that his head snapped over to your fallen form. “ow…” you giggled while he clicked his tongue. “see, from stretching too much you got weaker. doing too much of one thing isn’t good.” his legs swiftly brought him to your fallen form. strong arms lifting you up bridal style towards a chair. “are you hurt?” he spoke with concern laced in his voice.

“this fall is nothing compared to how hard i’ve fallen for you though,” you shrugged.

“okay, that’s enough bonding with rook and epel,” he sighed.

“i love you though.”

“thanks.”

“vil! ow- ow okay okay i may or may not have bruised my knees--!”

ii. rook hunt

➺ most supportive boyfriend you had.

➺ it’s likely he fell for you after seeing you dance. would compliment you in the most poetic ways possible and even knows the words to ballet steps.

➺ his phone gallery and camera will be full of pictures of you. ranging from you in your ballet costumer to you during rehearsals yet in the most elegant pose you can do. you would think his wall would be adorned by your pictures too, but no, he has a corkboard just on the other side of his room with pictures of you.

➺ you bet, he’s there during your performances.

➺ would call for your help concerning the vdc since he knows you have potential that can help vil training the juniors. he really just wants you there since he, himself, gets tired from practicing yet he doesn’t show it.

➺ you accidentally kicked him on the face once you did a high split and damn, even with a bleeding nose, was he impressed. let’s not ask how you even kicked him, he just popped out of nowhere.

➺ if you were able to use a bow and arrow using your feet then… just imagine hearing a thump somewhere in the room because rook probably fell off a tree seeing that. that’s some hard ass skill to do and he just fell for you more.

➺ totally your videographer and photographer!!! taking confidence in your skills and looks considering you have to look fit and need to feed your fans with some content, rook would be your best go-to person when it comes to taking videos and pictures. he has got the best angles to capture your utmost beauty.

➺ people wouldn’t even question why rook is smiling while staring at a distance again. yet, as vil and epel had observed, his smile was more soft and sweet while he watched you suddenly dance in the school’s courtyard. he can’t believe you were actually his lover.

➺ is willing to run around and help you with what you need. leg warmers? check. water bottle? check. just as long as he gets to watch you perform he’s contented.

➺ if you have a performance outside of the country, rook would try his best to watch via social media but before you leave, he’s going to give you encouraging words and how he’ll miss you. when you come back home, you got, not only rook with a very proud smile on his face, but also vil (who apparently watched after seeing rook so immersed).

you cried and yelled awake as another cramp hit your calf. oh, those very painful cramps when you stretch your legs after continuous leg workout. rook was jolted awake by your screams and immediately sat up and bent your toes backwards. his hair disheveled and eyes panicked and concerned despite having sleepiness in them. “mon cheri...” his husky (still sleepy) voice called as you whined, feeling the pain immediately leave from the aid of your boyfriend. “are you alright?”

“sorry…” you sniffed, carefully adjusting your leg after rook had let go of your toes and laid back beside you. “that was your third cramp this week,” he spoke worriedly. half-lidded green eyes looking in concern. “aren’t you overworking yourself?” he asked. rook is, no doubt, a very supportive boyfriend when it came to your talents, but that doesn’t mean he’ll support the fact you're getting hurt and tired from overworking yourself. he has woken up to your screams of pain for three consecutive nights. he didn’t mind waking up to aid you, he’s just really worried unto why you’re even having cramps in the first place.

“maybe…” you mumbled, hiding your face on the crook of his neck, “scold me next time please… i don’t really like waking up to this or even disturb you from your sleep.”

rook chuckled quietly, whispering, “your dancing is one of the reasons i love you. but if i do need to watch out then i’ll call vil. i’ll be too immersed watching you dance to even notice.”

“rook,” you whined.

“alright, alright. now relax yourself, mon cheri. bonne nuit.”

iii. epel felmier

➺ is amazed at how high you jump and how flexible you are. he’ll attempt to do the same even though he has no idea how to do it exactly. when you mentioned it’s ballet, he went red and exclaimed, “t-that’s ballet…?!”

➺ remember when he complained to vil about the dane being meandering and girly and now he needs to do ballet? guess who he ran to.

➺ is actually quite skeptical that he may not look manly as he wanted to be but after you said that learning ballet can help with his muscles, he’s already bombarding you with questions.

➺ thanks to vil, both him and deuce already have ballet shoes. since they didn’t have to do a releve, it was just simply stretching and balance to teach.

➺ “epel, you need to look like a swan not a seal having an asthma attack.” “wHAt?”

➺ sure, you’re both in a relationship, but epel would still get flustered by your touches during dance rehearsals. like come on, he’s supposed to be the guy holding your waist to look attractive and not the other way around.

➺ even so, he’s thankful for your help. you’re not as ‘demonic’ (as ace would put it) as vil.

➺ when he’s just watching you, damn, the admiration in his eyes was oiling your gears more. he really wants to be strong and you know even your talent can help him go where he wants to be with vil’s guidance as well.

➺ deuce would downright be confused on how close you two are until you kissed epel’s cheek when he successfully spun without toppling over. the first year was dumbfounded.

➺ “all thanks to y/n!” he would cheer when vil pointed out epel’s improvement. man, seeing vil’s proud smirk and epel’s victorious grin-- you had to hold onto rook to avoid fainting.

➺ epel would want to have an innocent competition with you on who can spin the most without getting dizzy and he instantly lost while you’re still spinning. and you’re on a pointe.

➺ your magicam would be videos and photographs of him attempting and succeeding certain ballet routines or even just him practicing for the vdc. relationship goals and ace feels stupid about love.

➺ you would let him smack your ballet shoes (to soften them) on stairs or something if he’s pissed. at least your shoes will be easier to use.

“shit, this is harder than i thought,” the first-year pants as he collapsed on the floor. you rubbed your nape, watching as deuce’s knees quivered while balancing on a board. “alright, enough you two,” you called and gave them water bottles. you assisted the both of them epel by removing his ballet shoes and there, your eyes softened. he hasn’t even experienced the full ballet course (like what you’ve experienced) and you can already see bruises and the evident veins prodding on his skin.

“we’ll do some stretching tomorrow. you both did enough balancing for today. no legs shall be strained too much, who knows what’ll happen if you got injured during the duration of the vdc.”

“no, wait! i can do more!” epel persuaded as he stood up, only to wince and drop back on the floor after feeling the pain on his ankles. “see, that’s what i mean.” knowing the ice bags would come in handy, you approached your boyfriend and laid them on his feet. “you’re excelling enough, epel. do it more slowly. you were able to do a pirouette even without doing a releve and that’s already an achievement.”

you heard him sigh, watching his face grow solemn as he looked at his feet. “i just want to prove myself to vil…”

“and you’re proving yourself enough. he’ll see your progress and i can already see him being proud. all i did was guide you, you did all the hard work yourself and that’s what’s important to vil. chin up.” you smiled, pecking epel’s nose as he immediately looked away. his lips quivering to a small smirk before nodding. “t-then...i’ll make sure i can be strong enough to even beat vil! that’s my promise!”

poor deuce being a third wheel.

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Camboy (camboy ty x reader) suggestive, smut 🔞

a.n : oh no, it's officially my first more than suggestive (i mean i go more than i usually did... sorry if it's messy or bad i am not a smut writer) but here's a camboy ty x reader, where he is requested to be subby/ Oh it's also my first fic with pictures in the middle (because y'all gonna be thirsty and wilding over him )

warning : toys, sub!Taeyong, noona (yeah i don't use mommy i use noona) and it's still suggestively safe.. curses? nothing that wild

here goes my first (extra almost smut) suggestive fic

i finished my promise.. tagging @mingisstar1117 @full-hd-sun and nah idk who to tag :))

“Welcome back to another night with your favorite boy, TY. It's Friday and I miss you guys a lot.” The man on the screen shows his toothy sweet smile, totally different from the charisma he can pull off in real life. You smile behind the camera as you sit back on the sofa behind the camera to watch your boyfriend does his weekly cam show which was the reason you first met him. You were a regular subscriber to his cam show where he acts like a sweet charming dreamy boyfriend every Friday evening. You were lucky to win one of his special lottery “a date with TY". You enter the lottery without much thought thinking your luck is not good enough to win. But well you won it and from one date to another coffee meet up and more hang outs. To first dates and first visits and voila you are his lover now. You click with him in so many ways, including those you'd rather keep secret in public.

“What will we do tonight?” he playfully asks his fans as he presses some buttons to change the mood lamp in his room You monitor his live by watching it from your phone and you grin when you see the comments. Taeyong's eyes grow wider when he also reads one comment that pops up from the rest. He glances at you and you nod. Taeyong clears his throat “Oh, lots of comments and hearts there! Thank you for the hearts.” He blows some flying kisses to the fans who donates money by sending hearts. “Since tonight you all are generous, I will consider doing anything you want. Please comment and I’ll do the most voted one.” He winks.

You raise your brow, did he really just say that in front of you? “Someone asks about the dating lottery. Well I did that one time and I am sadly not doing it again.” The handsome boy under the purple mood light chuckles lightly as he lays down lazily on his bed and brings his cam with him. “Why?” he reads the comment to communicate with the fans. You feel butterflies in your stomach, whenever you remember the first encounter and how you're his lover now just makes you feel so lucky. He looks at you and smirks “Because I belong to someone already. Right princess?” he glances at you and winks to which you slap his foot slowly and he winces “Aw she just slapped me.” He acts like he's in deep pain while looking at the camera

Oh gosh TY and his antiques! You choose to ignore him and just read the comments there. Oh they're all wild. “Baby, didn’t you promise them to do whatever is voted here?” your husky voice suddenly resonates in the purple lit room and of course in the rooms of all his listeners. Taeyong gulps when you stands up and shows your screen “The most voted one is to see you as a sub.” You step boldly into the camera, not showing your face but just your back and your long hair.

“(Y/n), what are you-" he whispers to you when you lean closer and closer to his ear. You give it a quick nibble and breathe “Do it, they want to see a sub TY and I can help you with your camera.” You smirk and hear a light whimper from the god under you. You disappear behind the camera again and giggle when the comment section is flooded with fans saying how hot the scene is. Well everyone will drool on you seeing that nice small jeans hugging your waist and a thin crop top.

Taeyong is still blushing so hard but the lighting makes it hideous. You clear your throat “Girls and guys, I will be helping him with the cameras. So, prepare to take screenshots and only for tonight this live won’t be saved. No recording, just screen captures okay?” you make the rule nice and clear because you don’t really want others to see a sub Taeyong but come on you're super thrilled too with this!

“Okay since I will be keeping my words, let's do this.” Taeyong smirks at you but his smirk fades when he sees you waving an object in front of him. You press your finger on your lips, telling him to keep quiet as you climb under him where the cameras cannot see you and swiftly tuck down his boxers and after one good lick and suck on his member just enough to make it wet, you slip in a vibrating ring on his aching member and tuck back his boxers. “Act like nothing is going on" you whisper on his ear while the camera is only showing one of his wall because Taeyong left it there when he sees you quick blowing him “What?” he still wants to protest but you press a small remote on your hand and he gasps when he feels the vibration. “They want you to pose, why don’t you be a good subby TY and pose for them?” your evil smirk comes to your face and Taeyong feels his cheeks burn. “Yes Noona,” he teases you back and you only click your tongue before turning the setting up by one notch.

“Ah" he closes his mouth with his hand when he realizes he's live and people are watching him.

He reappears in the cam, and after some more greeting and talking to the fans he finally get ready to pose. “Okay guys be ready, my girl will be helping me with the camera, so if it's ugly or the angle is wrong… blame her.” Taeyong playfully laughs to his fans who didn’t know what's happening under his shorts and boxers. Poor Taeyong is already jumpy when you pick up the camera and shows up in front of him only in your crop top and panties. Where the hell did your shorts go? Is all Taeyong can think about.

“Okay, pose one” you smile as you see Taeyong trying his best to still look manly with his pose under the purple light. He attempts to act like he's taking off his hoodie and oh that generous skin air time will make everyone drools. You even have to hold yourself from pulling it down and punishing him for that, but the show has to go on.

“Sexy, be more pliant Tyong,” you comment on him as you wave your remote to him and he groans because in this game he feels losing.

“The fans love it, but keyword is submissive honey,” you make the session heat up by making comments on him and tracking the fans hearts and requests. Oh gosh they're so generous in gifting moneys.

“Nicee!” You decide three is enough for his fans no way they're getting four.. that's for another time.

Taeyong groans but turns it into a moan when you press another button at your remote “One two three,” you focus the cam on Taeyong who's actually not ready but has to hold it for his fans to capture the picture

You send him a glare of warning but he cockily looks at the camera and says “Come on sweetie why did you freeze? Am I too hot?” he puts on his big boba eyes to you and you shake your head before moving back to shoot him at a nice angle. You put the vibration on top notch and Taeyong clearly shakes before you. You playfully spread your legs too so he can see how wet you are from his cute play too. Taeyong smirks when he knows you're also trying hard to not attack him on place so he gets bold and takes off his shorts. Your eyes widen when you realize he's gonna be in his boxers only for the last (best) shot.

You gulp when you see how pliant and delicious he looks like. Your hand shake and Taeyong quickly snatch the camera off your hands.

He shoots his face and winces when his member is still painfully locked in your vibrating ring “See you all next week, thank you and sweet dreams love,” he whispers his closing routine to his fans and ends the webshow “Final pose for tonight to all my TYfs out there, this is for you guys. I love you all.” Taeyong sends a flying kiss before bravely wrapping up the night with his lips quivering from holding back the moan and his boxer painfully holding his bulge back

“What are you thinking?” he asks from his gritted teeth. You froze, knowing you fucked up. Taeyong has always been the one incharge but for once you want to be the dominant one. You shake under his piercing gaze, where is the subby TY five seconds ago? “Sorry-" you whisper before getting cut by a plump lips on yours. “Finish what you started noona,” he softly mewls into your lips. His big eyes stare into yours with submission and desire. Your core burns when he kneels in front of you and keeps his hands on his back. “I'll be your good boy tonight. Use me and have fun with me.” He blinks two times in aegyo and that's all you need to get the green light to take over him tonight. “Good boy, noona is here to take care of your aching baby” you smirk before straddling his laps and placing a hand over his moist boxer. “Looks like my little kitten messes himself down there, do you need help kitten?” you whisper in front of his lips. Your hand is playing with his hair while the other one is touching his member. He nods “Please noona, I need you.” You press a quick kiss on his lips “You've been good. Noona will reward you tonight.”

end

oh gosh (runs) good bye, did y'all figure out how i actually know a lot of smut knowledge ( i know more bye)

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writerpeach · 4 years

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Shutter

Fromis_9 Saerom x Male Reader

5223 words

Categories: smut, oral, model! saerom

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It’s not every day that a model walked into your studio who by every definition of the word, was perfect.

Dozens of gorgeous women came by each and every week, each one more beautiful than the last and you couldn’t ask for a better job.

The elevator doors opened and the woman scheduled for your afternoon appointment stepped inside your studio on the ninth floor, and you had never seen such an attractive woman with such stunning features.

Calling her gorgeous would almost be an insult. Words could not and would not do her beauty justice, or would be enough to describe how attractive she was.

She had dark shoulder-length hair and walked with confidence in an elegant looking black and grey dress and her sexy aura filled the studio.

“Hello, I’m Saerom!” she shyly introduced herself, a small smile on her rosy red lips and you melted just by hearing her voice.

“Nice to meet you, Saerom,” you replied.

“Please take care of me,” she said and bowed politely. Her hair and makeup styled perfectly, nothing looked out of place and the smile on her face only made her look even more beautiful.

“Shall we get started, Miss Saerom?”

Saerom nodded and you directed her to the set as you still had a few things to set up beforehand. She stood against the white backdrop, eyes roaming the bright lights and other equipment spewed everywhere, tripods and lights all ensuring that each model looked as best as you could make them look.

You readied your camera and glanced at Saerom, realizing how busty she was and what a curvy deadly body her dress showed off.

“Ready when you are,” you said as you removed your lens cap, giving one final check to all your equipment hoping to somehow do justice to the actual goddess standing in front of you.

Saerom flashed her best smile as you pressed the camera shutter and took the first shot of the shoot, capturing her beauty as best as possible. Her side profile was perfect, her features flawless in a way that they had been sculpted by the gods. Her striking jawline, her cute nose, her perfectly formed lips. The ideal woman put together as if to say it won’t get better than this.

Your finger moved faster than a cheetah hunting a prey, taking hundreds of shots per minute as Saerom displayed a variety of poses and facial expressions, each one perfect in their own way.

“How am I doing?” she asked.

“You’re doing amazing. The camera loves you.”

Truer words had never come out of your mouth. Saerom behind a camera was a natural fit, her smile beaming with confidence, every pose and angle flawless as she was. After all, when you’re being paid to be beautiful for a living you’ve really made it.

“Make sure to capture my best side.”

“You don’t have a bad side,” you responded. Saerom blushed cutely.

Two hours flew by, Saerom’s experience playing a huge part and even with makeup touch-ups and additional wardrobe changes there was time to spare.

“That should be a wrap. Thank you for your hard work, Miss Saerom” you said. You never wanted to stop taking pictures of her and definitely took more than necessary, but more was always better than less.

“Can I see some?” Saerom eagerly asked.

“It’ll take some time to get them all transferred and processed if you don't mind waiting,” you said as you removed the card from your camera and slipped it inside your laptop on the nearby table.

“Not at all! I’ll wait over here,” she said as she took a seat on the nearby black leather couch.

You had taken literally thousands of pictures and it would take some time to add them all, much less edit them. Sorting quickly through a handful of different outfits and looks you picked the best ones, doing a quick edit on them before transferring them over to the large monitor next to your laptop.

You gestured for Saerom to come over and she scurried over right away. Her eyes grew wide as she looked through the handpicked batch of pictures, proud of the hard work both of you had put in and the satisfying results.

“You’re an amazing photographer,” she shyly said.

“An artist is only as good as their art,” you replied, almost regretting spewing out such a cheesy line but earning another smile out of Saerom.

“We still have some time left don’t we?” she asked. Most of your appointments were scheduled in three-hour blocks, allowing plenty of time for preparations and in case something went wrong. And something almost always went wrong.

“You are correct, Miss Saerom.”

“Perfect. Can you shoot some more of me then?”

“I’d love to.”

Saerom returned to the set, the look on her face uncertain as you went to set up your camera again.

“I don’t have any more outfits to wear,” she said, unsure of herself.

“There’s a closet in the corner with spare outfits, I don’t know your size but they should fit.”

Saerom hesitated for a moment. “That won’t be necessary.”

In a moment’s notice, Saerom acted on impulse and shedded her dress, baring her immaculate body and the incredibly sexy pair of matching lace black lingerie underneath. You weren’t expecting this moment of spontaneity and your jaw dropped.

“What?” she smirked. “You’ve shot women in lingerie before haven’t you?”

“Y-yes, but-”

“Then you won’t mind me getting more comfortable will you?”

“N-not at all-”

“Good.”

Saerom continued with a playful smile and kicked her heels off to the side, leaving her standing in the middle of the set barefoot in her underwear, the insane curves of her tight body front and center for your viewing pleasure.

Her full breasts were barely covered, showing abundant cleavage and the flimsy piece of lace did little to contain them, showing off the size of her perfect chest as if they wanted to escape from their prison. Her gorgeous legs led up to soft creamy thighs, and Saerom’s toned abs looked as delicious as the rest of her body, clearly the result of hours of work at the gym.

"Incredible," you said in awe.

"Like what you see?" Saerom asked with a cute giggle. You found yourself speechless.

"I've always wanted to be an underwear model. My company would never let me though, they love protecting my image," Saerom said sarcastically as her eyes rolled.

"You certainly have the perfect body for it."

"Thank you," Saerom said as her cheeks reddened. "I work very hard for it."

"It shows."

Saerom switched from shy and cute to sexy instantaneously as she flipped her hair seductively, running her hands through it as she lifted her arms over her head. Your camera shutter went crazy as you started shooting your newly undressed model, not wanting to waste a second.

"How do I look?" she asked as she bit her lip.

"You're very sexy, Saerom."

"Am I? How about some closeup shots then?"

Without even responding you practically ripped your heavy camera from its tripod as you detached it, closing the distance between you Saerom, taking a deep breath as you approached.

“Think of these as exclusive shots. Just for us,” Saerom said, showing off to the camera.

While the previous shoot was rather professional, Saerom was rather quiet for the majority of it, focusing on her poses and angles. Now that she was opening up in more ways than one you wanted to get to know her.

“Tell me something about yourself, Saerom.”

“What would you like to know?” she asked, pouting her lips at the camera.

“Something...interesting.”

“Interesting?” she pondered. “I share a place with eight other girls.”

“Eight? That’s insane. I can’t imagine how long the line for the bathroom is.”

“You get used to it, it becomes fun most of the time. Having time on my own like this is actually kind of weird for me now.”

“I’m exhausted just thinking about it.”

Saerom laughed and you could tell she was becoming more comfortable around you,

“It was difficult at first but I think I would be bored living by myself now,” Saerom said as she spun around on her heels and placed her hands on her hips, bending over enough to give a good look at her plump round ass as her eyes kept contact with your camera, trying to keep your pants from tightening.

“Fuck, you have a really nice ass, Saerom,” you blurted out even without thinking. She didn’t seem to mind.

“Thanks. It’s my favorite part of me,” she proudly said.

You couldn’t stop staring at Saerom’s heavenly sculpted backside, wondering how soft those cheeks felt, but you quickly tried chasing those thoughts away as you didn’t want a bulge forming in your pants in front of her.

“You’re one of the best models I’ve had the pleasure to work with,” you said, distracting yourself.

“Really? You’re just saying that to make me feel good.”

“I’m not. Most models that show up don’t give me any trouble, occasionally you’ll get a spoiled diva that shows up late and clearly doesn’t want to be here and it ruins the atmosphere of the whole shoot.”

You made sure to get closeup shots of every part of Saerom’s body, taking extra care in framing her ass perfectly before walking to the front of her sexy body and taking several shots of her wonderful breasts.

“But you walked in and this whole place lit up.”

“That’s sweet.”

“It’s the truth.”

Saerom paused. “What do you think?” Saerom asked, cupping her breasts. You felt your heart racing.

“They’re perfect.”

“How about a closer view then?” she asked. You zoomed in and aimed at her chest, but Saerom shyly smiled and aimed your camera down.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Before you could put any thought into her words Saerom reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, divesting it from her body as she exposed her sizable pale breasts, bouncing as they were freed.

“Holy shit, Saerom.”

“How about you put that camera down and we have a little fun?”

Without having a chance to respond you got rid of your camera as Saerom’s topless body walked towards you, your eyes immediately drawn to her full round breasts and salivating over them.

“Do any of your models ever let you touch them?”

“I try to keep things professional.”

“That’s boring,” Saerom said with a seductive smirk as she grabbed your hands and guided them to her breasts, helping you squeeze them. You moaned at their softness and how they fit in your hands, the weight of her breasts, and how perfectly shaped they were made you lose your mind.

“You’re so perfect,” you said as you squeezed and groped Saerom’s tits, squeezing two perfect handfuls as her pretty pink nipples hardened against your palms as she looked into your eyes. The fabric of your pants constricted and there was no stopping it this time.

“You can touch all you want. Taste me.”

“I will,” you said hungrily as you crashed your lips against hers and wrapped your hands around her bare waist, The taste of Saerom’s cherry lips entered your mouth. You pulled her in tighter as she returned your advances, tongues dancing together as the scent of her perfume lingered in the air. You wanted Saerom, bad. You wanted to rip her panties off and fuck her against your set, forcing to pace yourself and keep yourself under control.

You broke the kiss and exchanged lustful stares, not wasting a second as you dove into her breasts, licking stripes up and down her cleavage, and brought your mouth to her tits and teased her sensitive nipples. Saerom moaned as you flicked delicate circles around each one before sucking tenderly, earning gasps and whiny moans.

Schedules be damned, you took your time with each of her breasts, giving each equal attention and not leaving your hands from her flesh, not moving on until her hard nipples were covered in your saliva.

“Mmm, fuck,” Saerom moaned, caressing your hair as you devoured and buried yourself in her tits. Playful licking turned into loud slurping, and when that wasn’t enough you nibbled on each of her swollen pink nubs, grazing on her stiff nipples in between your teeth gently as her moans grew louder and whinier.

With all of your attention on Saerom’s tits, you sucked and sucked with no intention of stopping until your lips were numb, looking up every so often to see the pleasure running through Saerom.

Meanwhile, with your mouth full of Saerom’s breasts you felt a hand move down to your crotch and squeezed as she felt you up through your pants which became painfully tight.

“I must be turning you on,” she giggled.

“You are, you really are. Fuck, you’re so hot, Saerom,” you growled.

“I could say the same to you,” she said. “I got you all worked up, didn’t I? It’s only fair I do something about it.”

Saerom stopped you in your tracks and led you over to the couch, playfully pushing you against it as you fell down and took a seat. Slowly lowering to her knees she rubbed up and down your thighs, biting her lip, watching as you removed your shirt in preparation.

“How many women have you fucked on this couch?”

“Not enough,” you smirked.

“Time to add one more to your tally then.”

With a sly grin on her pretty face, Saerom unzipped your pants, quickly yanking them with your boxers down to your ankles with your assistance. Your cock sprang free, throbbing in the cold air and Saerom’s eyes went wide at the sight of it.

Saerom licked her lips, feeling an insatiable desire and hunger deep inside her at the sight of your unleashed manhood. As she admired your rock hard shaft, finding herself unable to draw her eyes away as her long slender fingers wrapped tightly around your hard cock, applying firm pressure and began stroking you up and down, feeling every inch.

“You have a very nice cock,” Saerom said, lips curling wide as she pumped you slowly and drizzled her fingers with your leaking pre-cum. She kissed the very tip of your cock, making your whole body jerk as her soft lips explored your cock and traveled down your base.

Every kiss on your shaft was loaded with hunger, and once Saerom reached the end of your cock she flattened her tongue against your base while you watched her every move. You moaned as her wet warm tongue moved slowly up and down your shaft, giving delicate strokes until she found your sensitive tip and swirled around your swollen head, lapping up every leaking drop.

“Yummy,” she said, spitting on your cock several times and spreading it all over your shaft, jerking you off and keeping eye contact.

Saerom kissed your tip one more time before she parted her plump red lips with your cock, taking the first few inches of you into her warm wet mouth.

“Oh f-fuuck,” you moaned loudly as Saerom hollowed her cheeks and sealed her lips tight around your cock. Saerom sucked you off slowly and tenderly while her sexy gaze was glued to you, full lips sliding up and down your shaft.

With constant eye contact Saerom built up your pleasure, taking her time with sucking your cock, enjoying it just as much as she moaned around your shaft.

“Fuck, Saerom," you moaned and threw your head back."That feels fucking good."

She smiled with your cock in her mouth, the bright studio lights letting you see her face perfectly as she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue playing with the underside of your shaft.

Saerom upped her pace as she swallowed more of your cock inside her warm mouth, the redness of her lips fading as her dark lipstick began smearing on your shaft, combined with streaks of her spit.

Her pretty hands did not stay idle, using one to stroke up and down your thigh, digging her nails in as the other cupped and fondled your balls.

“So heavy and full," she said as her nose nudged against your cock and planted messy wet kisses on your balls."I'll make sure they’re empty when I'm done with you."

Saerom continued to pleasure your balls while jerking off your needy cock, licking wide stripes, and glazing your sack with drool. She sucked on each one tenderly, giving your balls equal attention and hungrily slurping on them individually as you moaned louder, letting your satisfaction be known.

Using both her lips and tongue all over your balls, Saerom blew hot air against each of them before bringing your cock back into her mouth. Those deadly eyes glued to your own as she sucked slowly from tip to base, swallowing up every last inch as you hit the back of her throat without any real effort.

“Oh god, Saerom…”

The satisfaction in her eyes was obvious as she took you down her mouth with ease, her throat tightening around you as she relaxed her muscles, not even letting out a single gag.

Her soft wet lips felt so good wrapped around your cock, and you instinctively grabbed the back of her head, guiding her movements as she bobbed faster, lips kissing your base with each stroke.

It wasn’t long before you encouraged an even quicker pace, Saerom hungrily slurping down every inch that impaled her throat, desperately trying not to go wild and fuck her throat as much as you wanted to.

Saerom kept your wet shaft deep down her throat, working her muscles and keeping her lips sealed around every inch as she played with your balls, drooling all over your cock.

"Fuck, Saerom. You're so damn good at that."

"I've had a lot of practice."

Saerom hummed and gave your cock one more slow satisfying slurp from base to tip, releasing it with a loud messy pop as she furiously jerked off your messy wet shaft.

Not even bothering to wipe off leftover spit and lipstick on her face, Saerom's lust-filled gaze focused on you as she made you wait in anticipation.

Keeping your cock in her small delicate hands, Saerom carefully made a show of

sliding her panties down her toned legs, tossing them onto your set.

"A little present from me. Keep them."

With barely any time to react, you stole a glance at Saerom's beautiful bare pussy as she straddled you, the warmth of her naked body radiating around you as her comforting thighs rested against your own.

Saerom really was like no other woman, as cliché as it sounded. You could see it in her eyes that she wanted your cock, not just for her own satisfaction but for yours, aching to share in mutual pleasure.

The way she held your cock in her hand, aiming it between her spread thighs and between the pink wet flesh of her pussy, slowly rubbing it against her folds was agonizing, deliberately teasing both of you with a sly expression on her face.

You understood what she was doing as Saerom continued to run your cock through the wet warmth of her hole, but that didn’t make it any less easy to hold out, each sensation running through your body making it harder to maintain an ounce of composure.

“Saerom…”

She didn’t say a word as she collected her slick on your shaft, mixing it with leftover saliva, coating your cock in her fluids. Saerom thankfully shared your impatience and knew when enough was enough.

“I’m so wet,” Saerom bluntly said, the first set of words that left her lips in several minutes.

In what felt like the longest few seconds of your life Saerom lifted her wide hips up in the air, aiming herself carefully, and sank down on the first few inches of your cock.

Saerom gasped loudly and you shared an equally loud groan at the feeling of penetrating her body, the intense sensation of entering her pussy for the first time was unlike anything else. There was a lot to take in. Saerom’s wetness surrounded your cock as expected, followed by extreme warmth and tightness that overwhelmed you.

Gently moving her body up and down Saerom took it easy at first, letting her wet walls be parted with more of your hard cock, clinging tightly around your shaft that gradually disappeared in between her thighs.

“How do I feel?” Saerom asked as she wrapped her hands around the back of your neck, using her hips and sliding up and down your cock, coating more of your shaft in her juices.

“So fucking tight.”

She beamed at your response, sinking deeper and deeper until she almost bottomed herself out and stopped just above the base of your shaft.

“You feel really good inside me.”

Her eyes closed and her head whipped back as you both moaned together and felt her tight walls squeezing you tightly, letting herself get used to the rock hard flesh fully entering her body.

“I need every inch inside me,” Saerom pleaded, not that you were in a position to stop her, letting her control every movement. You watched between her beautiful thighs every move she made as her slick lips gripped your cock, ensuring you never left the warmth of her body.

In one swift movement, Saerom lifted herself from your cock, moving so just the tip of your shaft was inside her, and slammed her hips down and impaled herself to the hilt, moaning at being completely filled.

“Fuck!”

Saerom didn’t allow herself any adjustment, she didn’t need it and neither did you as she smiled devilishly.

“Ride my cock, Saerom,” you demanded and your orders were followed right away as she began bouncing on your dick, her mouth agape as she threw her head back in pleasure. You snaked your hands around her slim waist and grabbed her ass with both hands, kneading the soft flesh and encouraging her to continue dictating the pace.

“Stretch me out...stretch my tight little pussy just like that. Fuck, I wish I could ride you all day.”

“I could always cancel the rest of my appointments.”

“F-fuck, don’t tempt me. But I have my own schedules after this too,” she frowned.

“Guess we’ll have to schedule another session then.”

Saerom nodded in response and your hands squeezed her cheeks tighter, giving her ass a few quick slaps as she gasped, looking at the way she was falling apart already as she rode you.

Continuing to test the waters you gave repeated smacks against Saerom’s plentiful backside, the satisfying sounds of both raised palms striking her bare cheeks filled your ears. Saerom whined cutely in response as her walls clenched around your cock with each impact, not using enough force to sting but just giving her body a little something extra.

“You like being spanked, Saerom?”

“I-I do.”

“I’ll have to remember that for next time,” you smirked. Saerom took the opportunity to increase the pace, allowing herself to adjust and found the perfect angle to take your shaft inside her, bouncing her delicious big ass on your cock.

“You’re drenched, Saerom. Do you always get this wet?” you asked. She hesitated before shyly nodding.

“It’s mostly your fault,” she timidly replied, establishing a harsher rhythm as she rode you with more intensity and fervor, her perfect set of tits bouncing hypnotically with every movement.

“I take full responsibility.”

Settling into the sharp pleasure Saerom gave in to her desires and rode your cock faster, covering the entire surface of your shaft in her slick as you explored her voluptuous naked body and ran your hands up every inch of her bare skin you had access to.

You started with Saerom’s creamy thighs, caressing them softly before moving on to her sexy toned tummy, feeling her tight sculpted abs against your fingertips. She reacted to every touch audibly as your hands made their way back to her luscious breasts, cupping them and keeping your hands filled as she slammed her ass harder against your cock, creating more pleasure.

"You ride me so well, Saerom," you said as you pinched her nipples, feeling her pussy tightening and more of her juices leaking out. You kept your hands filled with her wonderful pale breasts as her ass repeatedly slammed down on your crotch, using your cock for her pleasure.

"It helps that I love your cock," Saerom said as she rode you faster and faster as sweat began to mist all over of your bodies, thighs crashing against your own with every bounce.

"And I love you creaming all over my cock."

The mere act of Saerom taking your cock in and out of her body with ease was driving you crazy, her hot wet pussy wrapped so tightly around your cock you felt like you could burst at any moment.

You couldn’t keep up with all the sensations running through your body, each time Saerom’s ass smacked against your body brought you closer to the point of no return, her juices flowing down her thighs confirming that she was equally reaching past her own limits.

Saerom's tight pussy began pulsating around your shaft as she became breathless, every forceful slam of her full hips brought down on your body making her wetter and wetter as she was barely able to keep her eyes open.

"Are you close, Saerom?" you asked. It took several moments before she could form an answer, and even then she could only nod in response.

"I need you cumming all over my cock."

"I w-will, fuck. Can you cum with me?"

"I'd love to," you said as desperation and need filled her eyes, knowing neither could hold on much longer. You watched her riding your cock just a little longer before growing tired of being passive and grabbed onto her hips, thrusting deep into her tight dripping cunt as she impaled herself on you.

You wanted every bit of pleasure out of Saerom's body and you were going to take it.

"Oh fuuuck! Just like that!"

It took a few thrusts to find the perfect timing, hitting Saerom's spot at just the right angle, keeping a firm grip on her sweaty body and trying to match her rhythm, both of you working together to achieve your collective goal of reaching climax.

You couldn’t help but stare at her, watching her gorgeous features contorting every time you filled her to the hilt. The air in the room grew harder to take in as you drove yourself in Saerom with desperation, both aching for release. The loud slapping of hot flesh against flesh fought for dominance against the equally loud moaning escaping Saerom’s lips.

“Fuck, fuck, baby, I-I'm gonna cum!" Saerom cried out, the three most beautiful words you had heard all day as you held onto her body tight, preparing yourself for the intensity of what was about to happen.

"I am too, fuck!"

“Cum inside me, please, I need you to fill my tight little pussy,” Saerom begged, and you did everything you could to hold out just long enough to let her achieve orgasm first. You weakly smiled and savored the last few moments before the inevitable.

The final few seconds arrived as your breathing deepened, looking dead center into Saerom’s beautiful eyes filled with need and desire. Without another word you felt Saerom’s juices overflowing as her pussy tightened almost painfully so, thighs trembling violently as her cunt squeezed the life out of your shaft as she came, leaving a mess over your cock and wrapped her arms tighter around the back of your neck and desperately moaning into your ears as her body turned to jelly.

Saerom looked beautiful as her orgasm took over her body, unable to control the volume of satisfied moans leaving her lips as she slowly came down from her intense high. She rocked her hips back and forth to ride out her orgasm and helped you join her as you felt all the tension in your body being released.

Unable to take anymore your cock throbbed inside Saerom, letting out needy grunts and moans as you exploded inside her, emptying your thick hot cum deep inside her pussy and pumping her full of your seed as her body took spurt after spurt as she was filled to the brim.

She rested her head on your shoulder, swaying her hips to coax every drop out of you, the feeling of your warmth deep inside her satisfying her to no end.

“You feel so warm,” she faintly said as your bodies took a much-deserved rest and stared into each other's eyes, both trying to catch a breath at the wonderful experience you just shared.

“That...was...amazing,” you said, heavily gasping.

“It was. I haven’t been fucked like that in a while,” Saerom smiled and kissed you, giving you one more taste of lips as she savored the warmth left in her body.

She gradually lifted her body off yours carefully as your cock plopped out and the huge thick load you had left inside began slowly dripping out of her pussy, running down her flushed thighs. Responding only in tired gasps she tried to catch her breath, watching the mess inside her continue to show itself.

Both of you too tired to move let alone speak, Saerom knelt and licked your shaft clean and tasted your combined juices, lips slurping slowly from base to tip to not miss a drop.

She headed over to your workstation with your cum still dripping down her thighs, grabbed your camera and took several full-body shots of her naked sweaty body, running her hand through her messy hair and smiling for the camera.

"Thank you," Saerom said as she ended up in your naked lap again.

"For what?"

"For taking such pretty pictures of me."

"It's all part of the job. It's easy when I have such a pretty model."

Her cheeks reddened again, the smile etched across her lips something you couldn’t ever get enough of.

"I can't wait to see the full versions."

"I'll have them sent to your company by the end of the week. Just the ones for the magazine of course,” you said.

"I look forward to it. I had a lot of fun today."

"I did too, Saerom."

"Can I see you again? After work?" she asked.

"I usually don't finish until the sun goes down."

"I don't mind, I'll be pretty busy myself. Maybe I'll even take some photos of my own for you."

"Oh? I didn't know you were a photographer as well."

"I'm just an amateur," she shyly said. "It’s just a hobby when I have the time."

"I'd love to see some shots."

"I'll send some then. They might not be as risqué as what we took today."

"As long as you’re in them I’ll love them."

Saerom accepted your praise with a grin on her features and regretfully dressed and left quietly, leaving you tired, sweaty and in need of a shower with her occupied in your thoughts.

Whoever the next model was you knew they couldn’t compare to Saerom, and you couldn’t wait for work to be over.

#kpop smut #fromis smut #saerom #male reader #fromis #reader insert #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #saerom smut #fromis_9

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basket-of-loquats · 3 years

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Can you please advice me on how you draw poses?

oh god this is going to be difficult because i consider myself Bad at this but I will try!

so im one of those people who honestly cannot draw anything without a reference pic, so step one is get a reference. it really depends on what you’re drawing, whether it’s full body, half body, dynamic pose, etc, but always try to find a reference!

after that I’ll usually do a quick sketch, not getting detailed at all just to make sure the spacing/sizing is correct. this is esp important if there are multiple different people/poses being drawn in the same pic. so like

just general shapes. shapes are SO IMPORTANT to me. because we’re focusing on poses specifically, i’d say try and note weight distribution and angles. these are all fairly simple poses but they also carry a lot of weight, especially jimin’s. his hips are tilted towards his left and the way his opposite foot is pointed tells us the majority of his weight is balanced on his left. it seems like a small detail but a lot of the character of his pose is based on that. jhope’s body is curved towards jimin in a slope while jimin’s body is much more angled and sharp. these are all important things to try and capture in the loose sketch. like i said the sketch shouldn’t be detailed but to really capture the pose you want to try and grab onto the things that make it special

after that i make a second sketch layer, and depending on how im feeling or how much im like the drawing i either keep going or end here. still, the second sketch layer is where i add all the details.

fix the foot placing, fix the forward/behind issues, focus on specific limb placement. in this particular case i might have even added a third sketch layer, but probably i would have just worked with this layer to clean it up, taking advantage of the lasso and transform tools to shift things. im not overly happy with jimin’s pose here but I do want to note that the clothing wrinkles add to the pose as well. they follow the direction of his body and makes it easier for the eyes to see it and think “oh, a good pose”.

oftentimes, i combine step 1 and 2, and simply clean and add to my first sketch layer until im satisfied with it, but i honestly would suggest mapping it out first and then going over it with more detail on a second layer. i get lazy. dont be like me.

another example:

ref image

sketch (sketch 1 and 2 combined and cleaned)

clean up layer (final)

and then obviously adding colors and effects and stuff

in general im pretty bad at coming up with poses myself without ref images, so i cant really offer advice there, but its definitely something im trying to work! practice makes better so i just gotta practice

anyways there u go! im sorry if this wasnt helpful at all lol, if u have any questions plz ask.

#loquat asks #drawing advice #is this even coherent #im not sure this makes any sense #apologies in advance

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belit0 · 3 years

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Caught in the Act

sharinganslut

can you like have madara ruining your shit and tobirama and hashirama come in and catch you (female reader) thank you i’m just a slut😀 and fuck anon i want people to know i’m horny

We are all horny ppl when it comes to the Uchiha. I fucking support you a lot, I’m like that but with Indra

Rating: E

Pairing: [Uchiha Madara / Fem Reader]

Additional Characters: [Senju Hashirama] [Senju Tobirama]

Tw: Domination, Degrading, Roughness, Some Praising

“Tell me why do I have to be here when this is a favor requested of you?

"Because if I have to suffer Hashirama’s lack of intellect, you as my lover will too. Now find that man’s fucking coat so he can stop bothering me.”

It’s nothing new to witness the leader of the Senju lose and forget his Hokage dressing gown, but it’s something that always causes great annoyance to the leader of the Uchiha. Outraged at his old friend’s lack of responsibility, when Hashirama asks him to help find it for him, Madara only avoids exploding in the air because he knows it’s a good excuse to spend time with you and not working.

“I could be taking a nap at home… Or having some sweet jasmine tea while thinking about the beautiful face you make when you get angry… Maybe even eating something while I remember your muscles on me and- ”

“You’re walking on thin ice, [Y/N]. Shut up and look.”

With a tense posture, Madara passed by you, heading to check out the different rooms of his best friend’s house. Imitating his action, you took a different route from him, and searched the other end of the big building.

Sliding the door of Hashirama’s main room, you hit the target first. On the large two-person bed, stretched out, red and immaculate, lay that piece of cloth that gave reason to your lover’s grumpiness.

Entering the bedroom, you slid your hand over the material, feeling the softness in your fingertips. A mischievous urge attacked your mind, and a great idea to provoke Madara suddenly struck you.

Quickly, to prevent him from catching you in the act, you put on the Hokage garment, which was considerably large. Hashirama was monstrously tall, so the cloth touched the floor and dragged over it when you slid it over your shoulders.

Laughing weakly, you looked at yourself in the mirror on one of the walls, and found that the cloth was not at all flattering in your form. Even more tempted, you tried to keep your composure, and prepared for the stampede that would come upon you in a minute.

“Dear! I found it! But there’s something wrong with it, hurry up up and come have a look!”

After a second, you heard Madara’s footsteps approaching the room where you were, and the anticipation in your chest began to grow. Suddenly, you regretted your stupid joke a little. Walking down the corridor, you heard him talking, without even reaching the door.

“What do you mean by something wrong? If you did something to that damn piece of trash I swear that-”

Posing, you surprised him with a… great… idea. With both arms in the air and over your head, you put on the best smile of satisfaction that your features could have had at his reaction, and despite the growing anxiety in your stomach about his glance, you rejoiced for a second in the situation.

Yes, one second.

From the door frame, the Uchiha was paralyzed by the image you offered to him. His eyes had quickly changed from a deep black colour to a bright red, with an unnerving dancing pattern in them, characteristic of Mangekyōu.

His shoulders were stiff in their stance, his chest was forced up and down by clearly strained breathing, his biceps were increasingly inflated with every second that passed thanks to the two fists he held tightly on either side of his body.

His hair began to bristle, and the tension in the air became extremely heavy. Not brave enough to speak or look him in the eye, you put your hands together in front of your legs, bent your shoulders and your head. Reducing your size as much as possible, as if trying to make yourself invisible to Madara’s terrifying gaze, you waited for the inevitable.

With the voice that made your blood run cold and your hair stand on end, he spoke, intimidating from across the room.

“What… are you… doing… with… that…”

“I-I-”

A grunt erupted from his chest, deep and serious, animalistic, making you exult when it hit your ears. Without courage, you continued to stare at the ground.

“That… belongs… to him.”

You nodded, hoping that your good behavior would calm the beast in front of you.

“You… are… not… his…”

Another nod.

“So, tell me… WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT?”

“I-IM S-SORRY-Y”

“Look at me.”

Trembling and in your reduced form, you raised your head reluctantly, staring at those terrifying red orbs. Suddenly, all you wanted to do was take off that dressing gown once and for all, show Madara that it was a foolish mistake.

“Who is your owner?”

“Madara-Sama.”

You said it without hesitation, quickly after his question, which generated a slight smile of satisfaction on the Uchiha’s face. Crossing his arms over his chest and looking at you over his nose, he continued.

“Are you mine, or are you his [Y/N]?

"I am all yours Madara-Sama.”

“Kneel before me.”

“Look what a pathetic bitch you are, dressed in that shit, taking my orders without a problem… Tell me [Y/N] Why should I fuck you right now?”

Knowing your man’s habits, you answered.

“Because I’m a stupid little whore who needs your cock right here, right now. Please Madara-Sama, don’t deny it to me, I need you inside my tight pussy.

"Oh well, really? If my slut is so desperate for my dick, you leave me no choice but to give you what you ask for.”

“Please sir.”

“Come here.”

On all fours, knowing what turns him on, you crawled to his feet, where you sat back on your knees and looked at him from below.

“Use your filthy little mouth.”

Obeying his orders, you rose to the height of his hips. Biting the waist of his trousers, you captured the cloth between your teeth, and with experience you lowered it strongly to his ankles.

“What a talented little pup, an expert in doing everything without hands… Go on”

Smiling slightly at his compliment, you repeated the action, but in his underwear, revealing a semi-erect limb, which promised to harden with little effort.

“No hands, or I’ll have to take them off.”

Faced with Madara’s threat, you understood that it was better to stick to his rule than to challenge him, and you introduced his penis into your mouth, maneuvering your head at a strange angle.

Working at a steady pace, his member became rigid in a matter of a couple humid strokes and your task became easier. Moaning at the situation generated by a foolish prank, you devoured your man’s cock with hunger.

After a few minutes in the same rhythm, Madara needed a speed boost, and he grabbed your hair. Combing it into his grip while breathing heavily thanks to your supplies, he held it with one of his big hands, forming a ponytail. With the new security of the hairstyle, he was able to use your hair as a handle to press your head harder against his length. As your nose hit his pelvis and your throat begged for a break, you placed both hands on his thighs, trying to free yourself from his hold.

At that moment, he stopped all activity dead on, but did not allow you to free your mouth. Even with his limb inside your moist cavity, he moved away from you a little to stop the pressure at the bottom of your throat, and spoke.

“I said without hands [Y/N]… Did your hunger for my dick cloud your mind? No problem, I told you that I would take care of it if necessary.”

Without further ado, he took your wrists and held them above your head, fully stretching your arms. Releasing your hair, he gave you the freedom to move as you wished, but now your upper limbs were minutes away from losing circulation and falling asleep, which was a big pain in the ass.

Because that’s what Madara is really like, a big, big pain in the ass.

Taking up your task, you put your best effort to make him cum just with your mouth. Moaning over his member, your pussy was dripping from him to hear him talk, on the verge of his orgasm.

“Oh [Y/N] don’t you dare stop, keep it up, you beautiful obedient whore. Eat my whole cock like it’s all you need, I want to fill that naughty little slut’s mouth with all my cum”.

“Agh… -gasp- [Y/N] -gasp- I’m… I’m…”

A shot of hot liquid hit the bottom of your throat, while you felt his limb throbbing inside your cavity. Swallowing everything he had to offer, you dutifully waited for his release to end.

“What a good puppy… I think you’ve earned the benefit of being rewarded. Take it all off.”

With a broad smile coming from his compliments, you did what he asked, standing completely naked in front of him.

“Put Hashirama’s coat back on.”

Without wanting to contradict him and make him angry again, you took the garment from the floor and dressed it on your naked body, looking at him with curious and expectant eyes.

“In bed, lying on your stomach.”

Putting yourself in the right position, you waited.

“Show me that beautiful ass of mine, rise it up.”

Following his demand, and with your stomach still leaning on the bed, you positioned your legs over your knees, providing an easy entrance for Madara. What you did not expect, is that the Uchiha would continue with his jealousy whim.

Taking Hashirama’s gown in both hands, he tore a hole where your cunt was, accessing it through the fabric instead of removing it from your body.

“MADARA! WE ARE SUPPOSED TO TAKE THIS TO HASHIR- ”

Two fingers were inserted mercilessly inside you without warning, moving towards a specific point that made you moan suddenly.

“You will not say another man’s name when you are giving yourself to me you naughty whore.”

An overpowering spanking hit your skin covered by cloth, making your whole being vibrate.

“Tell me [Y/N], tell me whose pussy is this.”

“…M-Mad-dara’s!”

A third finger entered you, moving at an overwhelming frequency. A second spanking hit your buttock before he spoke again.

“You don’t sound very convinced… I’m going to ask you again. Who is the owner of this pathetic little cunt?”

“MADARA-SAMA!”

His tongue attacked your slit for a few long seconds, before inserting his fingers back into you accompanied by more spanking.

“PLEASE MADARA I BEG YOU.”

“What is it [Y/N]? What does my slut want?”

“I NEED YOUR COCK INSIDE ME, DON’T TEASE ME ANYMORE, PLEAHHHG… -gasp-”

He got into you firmly, using your fluids as sufficient lubrication to slide in. Hashirama’s coat soon found itself soaked in the body liquids flowing from the union between the two bodies, with the hole in the fabric being the main factor in allowing penetration.

Lost in the pleasure of both, drowning in moaning and heat, neither of you noticed when the front door opened and closed, when footsteps sounded down the hall, or when two pairs of curious and surprised eyes stopped to look at the scene unfolding before them.

“M-Madara?”

The Uchiha slammed on the brakes, being able to recognize that voice anywhere. Not coming out of you, he faced the gaze of Hashirama and Tobirama.

Understanding the situation, you refused to face those men, and hid your face in your arms and the leftover cloth, holding your eyes and hoping that the shame would soon be over.

“This… well…"

Without noticing it, his pelvis moved involuntarily towards you, hitting a spot with his member just inside you and making you moan in front of the two brothers.

Tobirama blushed completely, coughing uncomfortably and looking away, while Hashirama seemed not to care at all.

"Is that my dressing gown?

"Yes… we found it…”

“Oh well… oh well… I’ll send you the ticket later… Shall we go Tobi?”

“But brother! They are using your bed, they broke your clothes, they desecrate your room! You should say something to that damn Uchiha instead of…”

A growl of fury escaped from inside Madara, who was still inside you, when Hashirama interrupted before a fight broke out.

“Now, now, Tobi, you’ll understand when you stop being a virgin… come on, there’s a new tea shop I’m really dying to try!”

“HASHIRAMA!”

The front door soon opened and closed again, and at the same time, Madara took his overwhelming step over you, thanking his beautiful friendship with Hashi from the heart.

#uchiha madara #senju tobirama #senju hashirama #madara x reader #madara uchiha x reader #uchiha madara x reader #madara #tobirama #hashirama #x reader #founders #naruto shippuden #naruto x reader #naruto imagines

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yvainegelinemarie · 3 years

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🖤🌸𝔐𝔯. 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔎𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔞 2021 𝔙𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔡 ℜ𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴 🌸🖤

I’m late I’m late for a very important dick appointment, date!

✨ 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝐒𝖕𝖔𝖔𝐤𝖎𝖊𝖘!!~ ✨

Idk about ya’ll BUT these new karma cards got me all 🤰🏻🤰🏻🤰🏻

TW: Proceed with cation!! Do NOT open if you do not wish to soak your panties and/or cry your eyes out at my appalling sense of ‘humor’

*Today I will be rating the new Valentines Day art for the Karma cards. The rating process was done by comparing them to their previous valentines day cards and how they went against one another on their level of sexyness within each card.

🌸 𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓 | 7/10 | 2nd Place

⚰️ My daddy he be lookin fine a FOULK this evening with his tiddie out. My baby knows how to keep me fed if ya know what I’m sayin.😏💦

⚰️ This beautiful, breathtaking, princely, lavishing work of art!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHGHJTE5LILO; (srry, orgasim seizure).

⚰️ It’s just *pats eyes with handkerchief* I have never in all my life, witnessed a man of this design. Please, don’t mind me. I just need a moment to bask in the glory of this angel.

⚰️ The 💦water droplets💦, his bedroom eyes, that CHEST- I-I...I just need a moment...

⚰️ Lucien has once and always stolen my heart BUT I do have to say that based off of some past cards, last years valentines card, and compared to Victor’s card this year that my Lulu has to come in second. 🤧

⚰️ His sultry, princely and sexyness is all there but we all know that Lucien can pull off a very dominating demeanor. Yet here he’s just giving me very submissive vibes this valentines. (Not that there is anything wrong with that.)

⚰️ And then this card has the AUDACITY to turn into this?!?! 👀👀

⚰️ Sighhhh...It is just so hard to watch MC living your dream...

⚰️ This card just looks so sweet. The carressing embrace, Lucien’s calmly surprised expression, it’s just all so gentle. awwwwwe!!

⚰️ Although this card is very romantic Lucien still looks very submissive and sweet. (Like homie looks like he’s never done this before which. LIES. BITCH I KNOW YOU) 👏🏼👏🏼

⚰️ One of the things I love the most about Lucien’s character is his very teasing and dominating aura and last years valentines card sucked that up and did a beautiful job of expressing his teasing personality in the artwork. I am hoping that maybe where this art is lacking the date itself will make up for it.

⚰️ I do find this card to be the second most sexy out of all the boys but I feel like it just doesn’t feel as Lucien as I would have liked it to.

⚰️ I do however find the artwork to be very beautiful and embracing. Especially when the card is evolved. The way Lucien holds MC in the second card creates this very innocent and warm embrace that reminds me of two people just on the verge of falling in love.

⚰️ It is a very sweet and romantic card and it is quiet cute to see Lucien all blushing and off guard instead of his usual impassive self.

🌸 𝐊𝖎𝖗𝖔 | 6/10 | 4th place

⚰️ The bestest boi of them all!!! 🥰

⚰️ Litterally nothing gets sweeter than Kiro!!

⚰️ So sweet, so fun loving! This sunshine of a boi makes life worth living! ☀️☀️

⚰️ Kiro is definitely the one who shows up at just the right time to make life a little better and brings out the inner child that my sun in capricorn tries to repress so intensely.

⚰️ And this card does that sweet and playful image justice. Always stay warm Kiro!!! AWWEEE!!!

⚰️ All I can say is I wish I was that dog so I can paw Kiro’s chest too. 🤭

⚰️ Now, It pains me to put Kiro last but it is just that I feel that his card lacks a lot compared to the valentines card from last year.

⚰️ We were hit with a very sexy Kiro and there has been plenty of other very VERY sexy Kiro cards up to this one that it just causes this one to hit different, you know?

⚰️ This one really captures Kiro’s loving and boyish personality so I definitely love it over all as a Kiro card. I think that it does wonderful in that aspect. But for valentines day? I expect something a bit more saucy...like an underwear model shoot maybe... 😜

⚰️ BUT THEN we get THISS!!

⚰️ S-Shirtless Kiro *Internal screaming* kahhhh!!! I can’t take it I. 😝

⚰️ Sometimes I forget just how HORNY Kiro issss....

⚰️ I think it’s safe to say that MC is only making that face NOT bc Kiro took that magazine but bc she be getting poked sitting in that lap like that.- 👀🍆

⚰️ Shirtless Kiro is an upgrade from what we had before BUT I still feel like this compared to the other guys and other very sexy kiro cards before that this still only gives a very innocnet and homey vibe.

⚰️ I do think that this card is very cute but when rating it on it’s quality of sexyness comapred to the other boys, I sadly have to put Kiro as last place.

⚰️ I am just hoping that next year all the Kiro stans get rewarded with a nice Calvin Klein underwear shoot. (I know I’d be happy)😌😌

🌸 𝐕𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗 | 8/10 | 1st Place

⚰️ Tall, dark, and handsome AS FOULK!!!

⚰️ Victor never comes in to play no games yall!!! 👏🏼💦

⚰️ Did I say Kiro was horny? because I take that back. Sometimes I forget how BADLYYY Victor is trynnnaaa FUCK in EVERYYY date. 💀

⚰️ But like I ain’t mad. First off, Victor, daddy, can I have that designer bag? I’ll suck your di-

⚰️ Just the abs, that boujee ass robe even the cute ass fucking ties on his arm I-

⚰️ Victor be putting the standards for guys really fucking high in my book. AND I AIN’T MAD.

⚰️ I just love this card. It is honestly my favorite out of all of them (sorry Lulu) It’s mature, it’s sexy, it’s elegant, suttle, and EVERYTIME I look at it my heart flutters. This card is VERY Victor and a beautiful design of his character and it makes me VERY horny happy. 💦💦

⚰️ T-That angle... *blushes* He is ready to go to town if ya know what I mean.

⚰️ But given that facial expression he’s already busted it- 👀🤧

⚰️ On a real note tho. Victor looks so sweet and vulnerable here (*what a pussy) it’s so cuteee!!! Like I ain’t ever seen him look so sweet. (*fucking bitch.)

*I have a love hate relationship with Victor since he always likes to piss me off!!! But he cute so.

⚰️ Again I think that this card is my favorite out of all four of the valentines cards this year. I feel like the intimacy in this one is there. The imagery is very sexy but soft. I love their pose and I think that this card sells where we all like our minds to wonder off too.

⚰️ My absolutae favortie part is the simple pull on Victors unbuttoned shirt. It is just so sweet and so soft of an embrance.

⚰️But also Victor’s hand on the counter. I want that hand to smack my ass so hard fuck. 😋

⚰️ If I had to (and I do) make one complaint about this card it is that I honestly HATE Victor’s expression in the evoled. It’s just too soft and sweet for my liking. And as a Capricorn myself I can assure you that any slip up of us expressing even just the slightest bit of our vulnerability to anyone we will rip ourselves apart head to toe for years on that one single event and I assume that even during Victor’s most intimate times that stone cold look would not fade as easily as it does in this card.

⚰️I think that it is beautiful and no hate to the Victor stans who think he looks hot AF in this card. I am all for it. I just personally like my capricorns whipped into shape. 😌

🌸 𝐆𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓 | 7/10 | 3rd Place

⚰️ This one gave me the most and best shock.

⚰️ My favorite Gavin cards are by far this and his valentines card from last year.

⚰️ There is just something about Valentines day that gets Gavin in a sexy mood. (you’re secretly a hopeless romantic, aren't you Gavin huh...huh???)😏

⚰️ First off, GAVIN!!! I ain’t ever seen you look so SEXY. Sending me Eboy vibes to the MAX ughhhhh!!!!

⚰️ I love the straps on his shirt and the fact that it’s wet and the glove PULLLLL!!! FUCKK GAVINNNNN!!! 💦🔥💦

⚰️ Gavin for me is everything that’s hot that I just can’t get behind but I WANT to get behind. You know? haha.

⚰️ He’s just such a good boy and a sad boi all at the same time and he holds a soft place in ma heart (but he’s definitely a one night stand and then I never call him again haahaaaa ahhhh) 🤧

⚰️ And then this card!! It is so cute! SO sweet!!! and just very beautifully intimate. They look so in love!!!

⚰️ I just know for a fact that this night is very gentle and very passionate.

⚰️ S3x with Gavin may not be intense, but it is love that we all at one point need okayyy!!. *cries* 🥲

⚰️ Gavin’s card is probably my 3rd favorite out of all of the boys this year. I do really love his pose and they are very sexy and very sweet and also very Gavin for his event cards. I also enjoy that his expression is still very true to his character in the last card (I’m looking at you lulu and vic)

⚰️ I just feel like the art lacks a lot of story in Gavin’s cards (even his ones last year too) They just look like they took valentines day photos together lol.

⚰️ I don’t hate them and they are very beautiful I just wish there was more going on then what looks to be like Gavin modeling for a brand of Makers Mark Whiskey lol.

⚰️ I actually haven’t played a single Gavin date🤭...so I don’t have much to say on how he reacts to MC outside of the regular story line and I am sure that his valentines date for our English Sever with him was very wonderful. Based off of Gavin’s main story character I wouldn’t consider him very romantic or at least not the one in control of planning their dates. I think that of all the boys Gavin’s Valentines would be the most laid back and I would like to see more of Gavin’s character coming through with the artwork of these dates if that’s the case.

ENDNOTES:

⚰️ On a serious note these cards are very beautiful although...I think I honestly enjoyed last years Valentines cards more than this one (the ones we got this year in the english server)... (omg...no way...she said it)

⚰️ Don’t get me wrong! All these cards are VERY sexy and I do like it but I feel like they almost lack intensity that last year SOLD us.

⚰️ I guess what I am trying to say is they all feel too vanilla if you know what I mean... Gavin’s card is the only one that gives me a sense of spice despite him being the sweetest out of all the boys. I just feel that these in comparison to how lavish last years cards were that I want to see more intensity.

⚰️ I am curious to know if the cards will ever get to that point (I know that the game wont give us full blown porn scenes...*sigh* lol) but I am looking forward to seeing some imagery to withhold the imagination of such.

⚰️ Basically I’m sad that Lucien had no scratch marks. That-That’s it! You caught me!! I just want to see my daddy’s skin all scratched up!! Is that too much to ask for?!

⚰️ ALSO I WANT FULL SHIRTLESS (WITH NIPPLES) SSR CARDDDSSSSSSS AHHHFGJGKRIGKECGHGERMCHM!!!!

⚰️ This is all written for shits n giggles. Please take this lightly and kindly let me know what karma card you liked the most.

Thank you for stopping by, 🖤 Yvaine.

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twooneztaylorthecat · 3 years

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Wishful Thinking- Adam Stanheight/Reader

A/N, okay like a warning. I write on my computer so this is gonna be a long one. IDK if that's what tumblr's for but... this is for anyone who wants it.

You hadn't slept in days. It had been rough with the loss of someone so close to you and you often had to think back to a time when life wasn't so hard. It was difficult, seeing as you had lost two precious people right after the other. The thing was, you couldn't seem to remember who it was you had lost. Could it have been your mother? Could it have been your father? Or was it a distant relative? A second cousin? A third cousin? Maybe an aunt or an uncle? In any case, the fact still remained, you couldn't recall who had passed away. It was almost like, you chose not to remember.

But why would someone like you want to forget the people who had passed? Wouldn't they be special to you? Didn't you have a relationship of some kind with the deceased? It shouldn't be so blurry. This was... nonsense! You weren't that heartless of a person. At least, you hoped you weren't... And you certainly didn't srive to be. But it didn't matter anymore. You were home, a pie was baking in the oven, and your significant other was working in his darkroom.

You had moved in with your boyfriend six months ago. He was nice, but... he had anxiety issues. Not like it was easy to recover from one of Jigsaw's games, but... it was a work in progress. His therapist said he was doing well. You sat down on the couch, the smell of cigarette smoke filled your nose. It was a relaxing scent; it made you think of HIM: Adam Faulkner Stanheight.

Speaking of which, out of nowhere Adam appeared around the corner. He was setting up some pictures in his darkroom. It was nearly eleven thirty, but you didn't mind, you liked staying up with Adam. Although, he had kept you out of the room this time, claiming that he was going to surprise you with this new set of photos. You were suspicious. Not that you didn't trust Adam, but... mostly, you were concerned about what embarrassing pictures Adam had taken of you behind your back. You weren't looking forward to finding out.

You gestured to the spot next to you all the same. It would take some time for the pictures to develop anyway, and Adam wasn't about to ruin the surprise. He had a grim look on his face. It worried you. "Is everything okay?"

Adam sat down next to you, and stared at the coffee table dully. His eyes were dark, and unseeing. After a long couple minutes, in which you started to wring your hands, he spoke at last. His words were slow and thoughtful, and his voice was hollow, but you could detect some kind of worry in it. "I just realized one day, you're gonna be gone. Then what will I do? Once you leave me and never come back, I don't think I'll be the same again."

You looked at Adam in alarm. What did he think was going to happen to you? You were completely fine and well. "Adam," you said soothingly, patting him on the shoulder. "Why are you worrying about that right now? I'm not going anywhere for a long time. I promise." You turned his head towards you, and he looked at you desolately. You leaned over and kissed him on the lips. You hadn't been expecting such a vehement reaction from Adam. Apparently he was eager to continue.

He lifted you from the couch and put you on his lap, never once removing his lips from yours. You started to smile at his affection, but Adam gave you no breathing time; he wanted more of you. So, you obliged.

Pushing him up against the couch, you kissed him harder, deeper, fiercer. You felt Adam sink into the couch willingly, tilting his head upwards in order to give you a better angle. You combed your fingers through his hair, tempting him to relax entirely.

There was no rush.

Everything was going to be fine.

You were right here.

Adam had his hands up your shirt in a matter of seconds, traveling up and down your body. You leaned into him, feeling him speed up the kiss. Your heartbeat was hammering, your cheeks were burning, and your head felt light. You loved the way Adam made you feel. But before anything could start, you pulled away. "I love you," you whispered.

"I love you more," Adam said softly and you chuckled.

"Undoubtedly," you agreed.

The oven blared loudly from behind you, and you stood up. "Hang on, baby. I don't want to burn the apartment down. Besides don't you want to try the blackberry pie?"

Adam gazed at the oven distantly. Fear flashed across his face, but it was gone so quickly you had a hard time believing what you saw. "Are you okay if I leave to go get the pie?"

The oven beeped again.

Adam didn't look at her. He leaned forward. "Don't go," he whispered to himself over and over. "Don't go, don't go, don't go..."

"I'm just getting out the pie, Adam. Where do you think I'm gonna go?"

Adam looked at her, a realization seemed to have sunk in. He seemed calm now, but dispirited. "Y-Yeah," he stammered slowly. "I guess I can't keep you here forever. I... hate this part... I wish... Oh, never mind I'm not gonna say that. You'll see for yourself any moment now."

Adam's words disconcerted you to an exceedingly far amount. You threw him a fearful glance. "Uh, what?"

"No, don't worry about it." Adam smiled. "Come on, I'll go with you." He brushed past you hastily, and began to open the oven.

Hesitantly, you turned around and stared after him. He was setting the pie on the stove now, allowing it to cool, but something didn't seem right. You now had less motivation to walk over and help him. You wouldn't have, if it wasn't for the smile he shot you. Surely, Adam was just being anxious. You approached him, your feet feeling heavy like stones.

As you neared the kitchen you could see the look in Adam's eyes. There was sadness, and a little bit of reluctance, but he didn't stop you from going. Finally, as your feet reached the tile of the kitchen floor, there was a wave of blurriness and you collapsed onto the ground.

You awoke with a raging headache, wet eyes, and a dry throat. You coughed a couple times and then raised your head. You found yourself in a busy bar. The lights were blinding you in streaks and the music blasted your eardrums. You gazed around dazedly, shuddering at the ache in your neck. It had formed from sleeping over the counter for so long. There was a glass of something next to you. It appeared to contain some alcoholic beverage, but you couldn't remember what it was you ordered.

You felt alone suddenly. Coldness seeped into your body, as the harsh reality sunk in. You turned around, not wanting to believe it, and called for Adam, but you were alone. Utterly and miserably alone. And then you remembered.

It came back in a flash so overwhelming you nearly fell off the bar stool. Your boyfriend hadn't survived Jigsaw's game. Your heart was ripped in half as you realized this. You almost couldn't move, and you burst into tears. You had been dating him for a year and a half, your lives had been going smoothly, and then John Kramer took him from you. You screamed and ignored the people who looked at you, that wasn't really something you were concerned about right now.

Halfheartedly, you began to trudge over to the door. You needed to get home, and clean up. There was something you hadn't done yet. You had been too scared to do it at first, but now you felt brave enough. Though your dream had mostly been wishful thinking, there was something true behind it. The darkroom had been left unattended for a while now, and Adam had been working on something for you on the day he had died. It seemed that your dream had given you a revelation.

Through a haze, you drove back to Adam's apartment. After his death, you didn't move out. You wanted to stay in the apartment because it was the last thing you had of him. That and the rest of his belongings. You couldn't leave this place, the thought gave you extreme anxiety. You bundled yourself into the apartment, and looked around the room.

Instantly, you had flashbacks to your dream. You glanced at the couch, and your heart felt heavy. You could feel Adam's hands on your body, and feel his lips on your mouth. The smoke had long ago been filtered out, but you could still smell and taste the dry flavor. You swallowed, and looked back in the kitchen. There was no pie baking there now, it hurt you too much to acknowledge this.

You lightly crossed the wooden floor and glided over to the darkroom. It had been three months since you had gone in there.

Three months since you had talked to Adam.

Three months since you had been WITH Adam.

Three months since the DEATH of Adam.

You gasped as you put your hand on the cold and dusty doorknob. The door creaked sorrowfully, as it pitifully gave in to your demands. It was dark inside, which was ironic, seeing as the purpose of the room was to be lit up. And the name made it funny, it was a 'darkroom' after all.

Unenthusiastically, you stepped inside. Your hand trailed the wall, like it had done many times before, and flicked on the red lights above. They came on with a light buzz, they were older than you had expected them to be. Had Adam even changed them while he was still alive? You let your eyes fall upon the photos that were all strung up in a row. They had developed nicely, it seemed.

You plucked one off the line and held it up to the light. It was a picture of you, in all your glory. You were in your best outfit, sitting in a patch of sunlight on the couch. The setting sun captured your face and darkened everything else, highlighting only your face. The rest was in dim shadow, so you could still see it but nothing was drawing attention to it.

The other pictures were similar but not the same. The majority was of you, but there were still a good number that were of you and him together. They were taking from interesting angles, with different lighting. Sometimes he was posing and other times you were posing. You couldn't help biting your quivering lip. This was all too much! Why hadn't Adam been here to see your reaction? Why hadn't he given them to you from the beginning? Why hadn't you looked at these before now? Why, why, why, why?

Sadness tugged at your heart and you sat down on your knees, clutching the photographs to your chest. You wouldn't be giving these up. They were too precious for you. You couldn't think properly; your mind felt like it had lost all of its abilities. The only thing you knew how to do was cry. You missed him. You missed him so much. The world was lifeless and hopeless, nothing would ever be the same. All you wished was to be back in that moment within your dream, outside was too gruesome. But alas you could not go back to then, and you were trapped in this miserable hellhole. You wondered why your life was so unfortunate. What had you done to deserve this?

In your fit of sobs and whimpers, you lost yourself to the grief. A long time passed after that, and you spent it all on the floor, but as the light peaked over the horizon and spilled through the living room window, your crying was put to a stop, and you yourself were dragged down by something stronger, and certainly much more necessary; slumber held you close and refused to let you go but something more was there, hidden under the photos that were pressed firmly to your bosom. There was something familiar about the warmth though, almost like it was Adam's loving embrace. It wreathed around you, and in the darkness it soothed you into a fitful burrow of sleep from which you did not know if you would even awaken.

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multi-fxndom446 · 4 years

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Photo Shoot

Hawks X Reader (Keigo Takami)

Warning: little NSFW at the end but barely.

Summary: you’re Hawks assistant and convince him to do a photo shoot

Based off of all the fan arts of Hawks cause damn.

“Hawks please!” The winged hero was making it his current mission to avoid you. He kept his wings as close as possible to him and dodged all the people that were walking around in his building making a beeline for the door. “Hawks! You can’t keep running!”

Your heels were making this a hell of a lot harder then you expected so when you saw him about to reach the door you paused and kicked off your shoes, you handed your papers to the front desk person and then took off.

He could hear your feet slapping against the marbel floor and immediately he picked up pace. His hand was just about to reach the door when he felt your hand grab onto the back of his coat, trying to pull him back.

“You just made a mistake.” Hawks smirked, pushing out the door with you still latched onto him. You eventually wrapped your arms around his neck trying to stop him when you felt his wings start to move and your eyes widened.

“Hawks do not!” You finally realized what was happening and after you caught on he took off into the air. Your arms were still wrapped around his neck and as soon as he was off the ground your legs wrapped around his waist and he held onto your legs. “Hawks put me down!”

“It was your fault for latching onto me.” He told you with a smirk on his face. Fans below were calling out to him from down below and he waved down at them without a care in the world. It was like he wasn’t even carrying his assistant around. It was normal to you yes but every time you were this close to him you felt like your heart would beat out of your chest from how anxious you were.

“You gotta do the photo shoot Hawks.” Your arms loosened around him after you flew around for a little bit. This was not the first time he has done this to you so going into work you started wearing jeans just in case it happened. “All the top heros are doing one.”

Hawks was silent and he flew around in a big circle before he landed on the roof of his building. He dropped you onto your feet and then he landed on his feet himself. “I’m just not a photo shoot person.”

“You’re the number 2 hero, this photo shoot could boost your popularity.” He walked away from you as you tried to convince him. He sat down on the edge of the building and looked over at you. He looked you up and down, stopping at your bare feet.

“You’re gonna hurt your feet.” You looked down at your feet and shrugged.

“Don’t change the subject.” You said, carefully making your way over to him. “You need the publicity.”

“Y/n I really could care less about the publicity.” He gave you a bored expression before he looked back out at the city. “I didn’t even want to be the number two hero. I wanted to be lower but here we are.”

“But you are number two so you should do these things.” You could understand where he was coming from. He talked to you about it on multiple occasions, how he really didn’t want people to pay attention to him and how if he was lower in ranks he wouldn’t have so many eyes on him. “It won’t even take long.”

“Basically what you’re saying is if I don’t do this, my ranks will possibly drop?” He didn’t even have to look at you to know you rolled your eyes at him.

“No they most likely won’t. You’re popular.” He clicked his tongue and glanced back at you with a smirk.

“I’m almost positive you want this photo shoot just so you can keep the pictures to yourself.” You stuttered a response, your face flushing red at his insinuation. He laughed while he watched you look for a response before you both got silent. Your face was still red as you looked out at the city from beside him. He looked you over smiling softly at you “Okay, I’ll do it. But only for an hour.”

“Hour and a half?” The way your eyes looked so hopeful there was no way he could say no to you.

“Fine but that’s it!” You smiled in victory and he could feel his heart warm at the sight. He’d do anything you asked him, you just didn’t know.

“Y/n it’s nice to see you again!” Hawks looked between you and the photographer with raised eyebrows. He was even more confused when he saw you smile at him and go to hug this person.

“I’m sorry you guys know each other?” Hawks finally asked when you broke away from your friend.

“Oh yeah Hawks this is Aki he’s the photographer.” You motioned between the two and Aki held his hand out which Hawks took reluctantly.

“Yeah I figured.” His tone was tight and you knew things would get awkward if you didn’t further explain.

“He’s a family friend. He’s like my older brother.” You told him and finally you saw him smile and the tension was gone. “Anyways, Aki?”

Aki let go of Hawks hand before glancing down at you to continue. “Who’s that?” You asked him, pointing over to a girl who was organizing his studio.

“Oh that’s Yui, she’s going to be helping me with the shoot today.” You must’ve seemed a little skeptical so he chuckled lightly, “I’ll be the one taking the main pictures, she’s just here to learn and take some photos of her own.”

You muttered a soft oh in understanding and smiled over at her. She seemed a little nervous to be doing this but she relaxed when she saw your smile. “Alright let’s get started.” Aki clapped his hands and ushered Hawks over to his back drop, “we’ll start with your hero costume which you’re wearing so that makes this easier.”

“Start with?” Hawks looked over to you and you were avoiding his gaze. “I thought this was only a hero costume shoot.”

Aki looked between you and the hero in confusion and shook his head. “It is but there will be some other pictures that fans will also like.”

Hawks was going to question more when you stopped him, “Hawks we only have an hour and a half just please listen to him.” So of course he shut up and listened then.

The first position Aki had Hawks In was just Hawks turned around. His back was to the camera then he was told to turn his upper body so he was looking at the camera. Aki asked him to move his wings so they slightly covered his face and Hawks did.

You were in the back smiling that you actually got Hawks to agree to this. Yui was looking over her camera while she watched Aki do what he was used to.

“Okay now turn around and look at me.” Hawks did as he was told although he added an exaggerated sigh. “Okay turn to your right just a little. Little more okay stop. Can you open your jacket?”

Hawks looked over at you but you only gave him an expecting look so he sighed again and did as he was told. Aki zoomed in his camera just and changed his angle just a little so it made Hawks look like he was looking down at him slightly.

“Okay now pose in whatever way makes you comfortable.” Yui watched Hawks glance at you again before he rolled his shoulders a little. She looked to you to see you smiling softly as you watched the hero and she already knew a picture she wanted to get before the end of the shoot.

Hawks spread his wings up as far as he could without breaking anything in the studio. He had his hands in his pockets and smirked at the camera. Aki seemed to love it and took multiple pictures in multiple different positions. “Alright let’s lose the jacket.”

Hawks complied and took off his jacket, waiting for you to come take it from him. When you reached him was when Yui took her photo, earning everyone’s attention. “Oh sorry, I was just testing out my settings.”

Aki took some more photos of Hawks in his hero costume and Yui captured some moments of her own as well before Aki turned to you. “Did you bring some casual clothes?”

“I’m sorry what?” Hawks asked in the back but he went ignored.

“Yeah I did. Hawks come on.” You already knew where his bathroom was so you had no problem leading the hero there.

“Y/n what the hell is this?” He asked you while you went through some of the shirts you brought. “And how did you get these?!”

“You’ve kept them in your office and forgot about them. I didn’t break into your house so relax.” He watched you pull out more shirts before you held them up to him. “Which one?”

He looked at them then at you. “I don’t care.”

“Fine this one.” You threw a black t-shirt at him but he made no move to change. “Well? Go change!”

“Alright alright” he held his hands up while he walked past you and into the bathroom. It took him a little bit to get out of his costume and into the other clothes and when he finally came out you were looking through the bags for a necklace you brought along.

“You looking for something?” He asked you and you continued to search through the bags.

“Yeah yeah just hold on.” Whatever you were looking for must’ve slipped to the bottom of the bag. “Aha! Found it! I brought you a-whoa” you cut yourself off when you turned around and saw Hawks in casual clothes. You hadn’t seen him in casual clothes in so long.

“You brought awhoa? I don’t think I know what that is.” He was teasing you and your face blushed a little after you realized what happened.

You cleared your throat before you walked over to him and handed him the necklace. “Here, Aki wanted some jewelry and I know you would’ve protested if I brought more then a necklace.”

“Well thanks for thinking of me.” He winked at you and you couldn’t even respond as he walked away to get back to the photo shoot.

These pictures you honestly thought were gonna be the ones to kill you. He just looked so good in casual outfits. There was one of him with his hand in his hair and the other hand in his pocket.

Then another with him holding his hands together and smirking at the camera. Then, your favorite one, he was standing one hand covering his mouth and the other crossed over his chest. Aki got a lot of shots with Hawks covering his mouth, not that you were complaining.

“Hey Y/n?” You hummed in response, perking up to listen to what Hawks wanted. “Can you get me some water?”

You nodded your head and went into the other room where the water was kept. It had been about an hour so there wasn’t long to go.

Aki watched you turn the corner before he turned to the hero. “Okay so I need you to take your shirt off.” He deadpanned

“What?”

“Hurry before y/n gets back! I want to get her reaction!” Aki rushed the hero who was now some reason panicking and taking off his shirt.

“Why do I need to do this?” He asked, holding his shirt in his hands.

“Because,” Aki looked to Yui for an answer but she shook her head at him and he looked back at Hawks. “The magazines sometimes have a extra page for stuff like this. I’ve done it with all the hero’s.”

“Even the women?!” Aki sighed at him

“I didn’t make them take there shirt off! Now shut up and let me take photos.” Aki brought his camera up to his face before noticing the shirt still in his hands “Hawks you can put the shirt down.”

Hawks gave him a look before tossing his shirt over to where his coat was. Aki was about to get in position again when he heard you walking back. Yui held her camera at the ready when she heard you too.

You were looking down at the water in your hand before you got in the room and looked up. You dropped the water as soon as your eyes connected to Hawks bare chest. Your face was bright red as you scrambled to pick up the water. Hawks seemed confused to your reaction, he knew he teased you but he didn’t think you would actually freak out about him being shirtless.

“Uh here” you quickly made your way over to him and handed him the water without meeting his gaze. Immediately after the water left your hand you turned away and walked back over to where you were standing, trying to get your face to cool down.

When you finally cooled down you turned back to them you still couldn’t look him in the eyes though. Out of all the shirtless ones Aki took There was one photo that he took that got your attention.

Hawks was turned to the back, his arms at his sides. It was a simple picture but it told a thousand stories. You could see the scars on his back and arms, the ones he hid. The ones Aki took special care in highlighting.

“Alright, why don’t you get changed back into your hero costume? We’ll head out and take some pictures out there.” You watched hawks walk away from the backdrop to grab his shirt, completely forgetting you were right beside his coat and shirt.

You couldn’t move though you were frozen and he smirked down at you. He grabbed the shirt and left to go get changed again, this time you stayed with Aki and Yui. ”you’re so obvious.” Aki told you as he grabbed stuff to take.

“What do you mean?”

“You both are so obvious” he rephrased, Yui nodded in agreement.

“About what?” You asked again and he just glanced at you.

“I’m sure you know.” Before you could question him again Hawks came out in his costume. He grabbed his coat off the chair and handed you the bag of clothes you brought.

“We ready to go?” Aki nodded and led the way out. On the street Aki was in front while you and Hawks were in the middle and Yui was behind.

“So I’m thinking that building.” Hawks looked to where Aki was pointing and nodded his head in approval. “The entrance is just right up here.”

“Okay we’ll meet you up there.” Hawks said and picked you up bridle style before he took off. You grabbed onto his coat as soon as you saw you weren’t on the ground anymore.

“I hate when you do that.” You told him as soon as he landed on the roof top

“No you don’t.” He laughed and walked over to the ledge. He crouched down right on the edges and overlooked what was happening. “I probably missed some important hero business for this.”

“Not anything the number one can’t handle.” You told him, walking over to sit beside him. You used to be terrified of doing it but whenever he was around you were reminded of how easily he would save you.

“It’s crazy to think about.” He glanced at you, you were watching him waiting for him to continue. “All Might has been the number one for so long and now he’s not.”

“Things change eventually. Some things have to come to an end.” You said and he went silent, taking in your words.

“Does that scare you?”

You looked over at him, “change? No I don’t think it does. I just don’t want some things to change is all.”

“Like what?” He asked you and you opened your mouth to respond when you both heard the shutter of a camera and you turned around.

“Next time a warning would’ve been nice.” Aki told you two. You giggled and got off the edge of the building to join Aki. “Alright just a few more and we’ll be done.”

“Some of me flying?” Hawks asked and Aki nodded while he set his stuff down. Hawks got set on the edge waiting for when He would be ready.

He looked over his shoulder at him and Aki took a picture of him like that so he assumed he could take off. Aki was busy taking pictures of Hawks and you were to busy admiring him to notice Yui had taken another picture of you.

At some point Hawks even took off his jacket without being asked. Aki was more then happy with that. When the shoot was over Hawks landed on the building but didn’t bother to put his jacket on. Aki was showing you some of the pictures and joking around with you causing you to laugh. Yui noticed the look in Hawks eyes. She was at the perfect angle to capture just how he felt, staring at you.

When they got everything packed up Yui and Aki left the two of you on the rooftop, knowing full well Hawks would take you wherever you needed to go. “Thank you for doing the photo shoot.”

“Anything for you.” You looked at him curiously, his tone didn’t sound teasing and he didn’t hold his usual smirk. He was being one hundred percent genuine. He grabbed his coat and held it out for you, “here.”

“I don’t need-“

“It’s colder out now, you’ll get cold when we start flying so here.” When you didn’t move to grab it he rolled his eyes and took a step closer to you, wrapping the coat around you. You immediately felt warm and not just from the coat.

He was standing so close to you that you had to look away from him so you didn’t blush. He noticed and smiled before he picked you up again making sure you were secure in his arms before he took off to his building.

“Hawks look!” It was a week or so after the shoot and the pictures had finally come in. “You’re on the cover of ‘Hero Weekly’”

Hawks was in his office lounging on his couch when you came in with a magazine and some other papers. He glanced at the photo they used it was the one with him covering his mouth. He furrowed his eyebrows before saying, “I’m not even in my hero costume here! How’d this get picked?”

“They probably picked it because they thought it would sell better.” You shrugged, turning the magazine back to you.

“I bet you were the one that begged for that picture to be the cover.” He teased you only to get the magazine tossed at his face.

You walked over to his desk and called to him, “they sent over all the pictures come look.”

He got up and joined you by his desk. You looked over at him when his arm brushed against yours, he wasn’t wearing his coat. You averted your gaze to the photos handing them off to Hawks after you looked. “These look good but what exactly am I supposed to do with pictures of myself?”

“Sell them?” You joked and he only smirked at you as he set the photos aside.

“I’d give them to you for free.” You rolled your eyes at him with a smile on your face before you got to his shirtless ones which wouldn’t have been a problem if Aki didn’t put a sticky note on the first picture with a message for you.

‘I’m sure you’ll enjoy these y/n’

You ripped the sticky note off the picture and crumbled it up. “What was that?” Hawks asked you but you just shook your head amd grabbed the next photo practically shoving it In his face while you stuffed the sticky note in your pocket.

The shirtless ones were the quickest for Hawks expect the last one. He was stuck on the image of all his scars. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking right then. You gently placed a hand on his arm, snapping him back to reality.

“Are you okay?” You asked him, he looked down at the picture again before looking at you. Your gaze always made him melt.

“I uh yeah.” He cleared his throat, noticing the tension he now put in the room. He quickly pointed at another stack of photos with another sticky note on it. “What’re those?”

You glanced over at them and grabbed the sticky note, “what’s it say?” He asked you and you handed it over for him to read himself.

‘These were the photos Yui captured. She wanted me to tell you guys she hopes you see what she did when she took them’ -Aki

“What does that mean?”

“Hawks..” your voice was quiet as you started going through the photos. He got in closer to you to see what had you so shocked and when his eyes landed on the first picture his breathe hitched.

“When did she take these?” You didn’t answer you just kept looking at the photos. You didn’t hand them off to him this time because he was so close to you just so he could see the pictures.

The first one at the top was the one where Hawks was handing you his coat. You two were smiling softly at each other, you didn’t even realize you were smiling at the time.

Then another, she captured it right before Hawks took off to the roof of the building. He had his arm around your shoulder getting ready to pick you up. You wondered how she got that picture.

Then when you were on the roof, it was of you watching Hawks up in the sky. You had a soft smile and you both could see very clearly how loving your eyes were. Yui made sure that you could clearly see Hawks was the one you were looking at because you could see his reflection in your eyes.

Then it was Hawks turn. Yui was backed up enough to be able to get you talking with Aki as well as the longing look In Hawks eyes. It was very obvious to both of you that his eyes were trained on you in that picture.

The last one your hands were shaking slightly. You could definitely see what Yui did when she took those but you knew there was a reason they put that picture as the last one.

It was when you and Hawks were on the edge of the building, talking. Yui took a picture of the two of you looking at each other and it felt so surreal to be looking at it. You both looked so happy looking at the other and the lighting made it look like a fairy tale.

“Uhm,” your throat felt dry as your shaky hand held onto the photo. “These are, uh, they’re.” You couldn’t even find words.

Hawks gently placed his hand on top of yours to stop it from shaking. You looked up at him with slightly wide eyes and your cheeks a little pink. You were surprised to see he didn’t seem effected at all. “They’re amazing.” He told you softly and you nodded slightly in agreement.

You were still trying to find something to say or something to do just to get out of this situation. You ended up just dropping the photo on his desk and went to go to the door but his grip on your hand only tightened and he brought you back to him.

While one hand held your wrist still the other went up to move loose strands of hair behind your ear. Your breathe hitched when you felt his hand come to rest on your jaw.

“I think we saw what she did.” You finally got out and his lips turned up into a soft smile as he nodded his head.

“I think we did.” His thumb ran soothingly over your cheek as he looked in your eyes as if he was searching for something. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah” you were a little breathless you felt like he kept getting closer and maybe he was.

“What things do you not want to change?” Your mind went back to the conversation you had with him on the roof a few weeks ago he must’ve been thinking about it for awhile if he still remembered that conversation.

“You.” He seemed to relax “I don’t want my being close to you to change.”

“Why?”

“I think you know.”

He seemed to get closer to you after that but he still seemed hesitant to close the space. “I want to do something but I don’t want you to freak out.” He muttered and now he was so close that you could feel his warm breathe on your lips.

“Just do it and we’ll see if I do.” You whispered and he smirked and closed the last little distance between you.

His lips were soft and you could feel him smiling into the kiss. He let your wrist go and brought it to your waist while your hands wrapped around his neck. He pulled back slightly only to move his head a little then he went back to your lips.

His fingers pressed lightly into your waist just enough for you to gasp and for him to deepen the kiss by letting his tongue slip into your mouth. You pressed yourself up against him even more and his hand holding your cheek went to the back of your head to hold you still.

He pushed you up against his desk, making you bring one hand down to hold you up so you wouldn’t knock anything over. He started kissing down your neck when someone knocked on his door. “Hawks.” It was another assistant.

Hawks groaned in frustration but he didn’t bother to move away from you. “What?” He called out and went back to kissing down your neck.

“There’s a hero meeting they need all top hero’s to be there.” The person said but Hawks was to busy sucking lightly on your skin to respond. “Hawks?”

“I don’t want to.” He muttered against your skin and smiled when your hand went up to his hair and you pulled lightly to get him away.

“Hawks you have to.” You told him and of course he couldn’t say no to you.

“Fine but we’re finishing this later.” He smirked, giving you one last searing kiss before he left to go this meeting that ruined the best moment he was having.

Before he reached his door he turned back to you with a smirk and went back to his desk. You were watching him out of confusion before he grabbed some photos and walked back over to you.

“Here, I saw the sticky note.” If your face was red before it was bright red now as you looked over his shirtless photos. “You can have them while I’m at this meeting and we can continue when I get back.”

He left you there after that, you were speechless to say the least and Hawks smirked knowing he was the reason.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha imagines #my hero academia #mha hawks #hawks x reader #hawks imagine #keigo takami #keigo takami imagine #keigo takami x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader

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deans-baby-momma · 3 years

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Wounded Hearts 7

Dean's POV Cicero, IN 1998

As soon as Sam turns 15, Dad recruits him into the “family business” to try to make him understand that he can’t leave. Sam now hunts alongside either Dad or sometimes Dad will send him with me to gather information from witnesses and victims.

This goes on for almost six months before Dad informs us that he and Sam are heading south to Orlando from Memphis while he is sending me north to Indiana to meet up with Bobby; there’s been a few ghastly unexplainable deaths in Arcadia the older hunter needs help with.

I bid them goodbye before watching them leave the hotel in the pickup truck Dad ‘picked up’ so I could take the Impala. I throw my duffel in the backseat before sliding behind the wheel.

“Well, it’s just you and me now Baby,” I tell the car with a smile. “Let’s get the lead out. What’d’ya say sweetheart?”

I never make it to hunt with Bobby. I’m sure whatever is haunting the town is taken care of; Bobby is excellent at his job.

That’s because when I stop at a joint in Cicero for a late night drink, I meet and spend the whole fucking weekend with Lisa Braeden.

Sitting at the bar in the dimly lit tavern minding my own business, I can’t help but notice that for a week night-Thursday, to be exact-the place is packed, the music is pumping and booze is flowing.

Across the dancefloor is a group of ladies, obviously celebrating something with the way they are dancing around, laughing, a glass in each of their hands. I briefly wonder what the occasion is but my attention is called back to the bartender when he asks if I’m ready for a top off.

“Sure buddy.”

Before the liquor fills the glass, the stool beside me is taken and I glance to the side to see one of the women from the group there. She is ordering another round as I take her in. Long dark brown hair, thin body. She looks at me and smiles and I notice her eyes are almost the same color as her hair; they remind me of melted chocolate. When she smiles her eyes light up and makes the whole world seem brighter.

“Hi,” she says as she waits for the bar back to gather her order. “I’m Lisa.”

“Dean,” I tell her and stick out my hand to shake.

“Dean,” Lisa repeats with a nod and shakes my hand. “You’re not from around here are ya?”

How this girl already has my number is beyond me. I say one word and she already knows I’m not local.

I chuckle as I pick up my whiskey and sip, whistling through the burn. Top shelf shit doesn’t burn but I don’t think this place would even know what top shelf anything is.

“Uh, no. Here for a job,” I tell her and turn on my stool. “But I could be persuaded to delay my meeting.” I lie.

Lisa looks over her shoulder toward her friends who doesn’t even seem to notice she hasn’t returned with their drinks.

“Meet me outside in 30?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” I lift my glass and tip toward her at the same time that the bartender places a ice-filled bucket with bottles of beer on the counter.

I watch as Lisa sashays back to her friends. She has a sway to her hips that I can’t tell if it's natural or if she is putting in the extra effort for me. Doesn’t matter because my dick is already interested, seeing as it’s already half-hard in my pants.

True to her word, thirty minutes later Lisa comes sauntering out of the place and right up to me.

I can tell that she's had a couple more drinks in the last half hour because her eyes are more glossy and her smile is skewed but she hides her inebriation well with the way she carries herself.

"So Dean," she says and I won't lie. The way my name slides off her tongue has my dick standing at attention. "You ready for me to rock your world?"

Fuck, this woman! Oh hell yes!

I pull her body to mine and capture her lips. She tastes of alcohol and minty gum, a heady combination.

Lisa moans, giving me the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. We stand there beside Baby making out, hands groping.

"C'mon sweetheart," I say when we finally part for air. "Let's get outta here and get to world rockin'."

Lame come on line but who gives a damn? Someone is getting their mind blown and if it's me…..then so be it.

As soon as we get in the car, Lisa slides across the seat right next to me, attaching her lips to the side of my neck.

"I don't know where I'm going," I tell her breathlessly as her mouth sucks and nibbles on my skin.

"Just turn left out of the parking lot," she says against my neck. "I'll guide you there. And Dean? Go fast."

I turn the ignition and do as she says, turning left as soon as I get to the street. I am having a difficult time paying attention to anything as Lisa's hand runs down my stomach and palms the bulge in my jeans.

We come to a four-way and I almost run the stop sign as she squeezes me. Oh god that feels good.

"Whi-which way?" I stutter.

"Right."

I make the turn and realize it's downtown. Wherever she is taking me is smack dab in the center of the city.

"Park there," she tells me as she takes her hand off my cock and points.

Once the car is stopped and out of gear, Lisa practically mounts me. She somehow gets her body in between mine and the steering wheel, her lips attacking mine; her thighs are straddling me and she starts to grind.

I'm gonna fucking cum fully clothed!

I am so lost in the kiss that when she pulls away, I keep my eyes closed and chase her lips.

"Come on lover," she says. "Let's take this inside."

'Inside' means a loft apartment above a yoga studio. Come to find out Lisa is a yoga instructor, which upon hearing that tidbit of information, just makes my cock strain for release from the tight confines of my jeans.

Lisa leads me through her studio and I take in the posters on the wall depicting several different poses, realizing some would be fun stances to try and wondering if she'd be up for experimenting.

Lisa must notice me gazing at the signs because she giggles and tiptoes to whisper in my ear, her warm breath tickling.

"Oh baby, we are both going to be in positions you've only ever fantasized about."

She turns and runs up the stairs at the back of the room and I can't get there fast enough.

HALF HOUR LATER

Lisa is standing in front of me, her left foot on the ground with her right ankle on my shoulder. Her body is angled away from me bending at the waist and her hands flat on the floor.

I can feel the smooth, sponge-like surface of her cervix with each thrust in and a moan leaves her lips.

My dick is extremely stiff even though I've already cummed twice tonight. Thank god Lisa had a whole box of condoms because the one in my wallet was filled as she rode me while I was in what she called the "bridge pose".

I tell you my calf muscles may never recover from holding myself up while she danced and bounced to climax on my dick. But I'm not going to complain because Lisa's pussy is tight, hugging me like nothing I've ever felt before.

"Oh god Dean," Lisa exclaims from below me. "You're so deep!"

"Yea I am," I agree, grinding my balls against her clit. "I could fucking live in this pussy, baby. It's hugging me so snug, hmph."

I grip her hips as I set a slow but hard pace of thrusts; grinding against her as I'm buried to the root. Her walls flutter and convulse around my shaft until I move my hand around and flick her clit with my fingertips.

Lisa fucking loses it! Her pussy contracts around my dick so tight that I can't move. In all my conquests, I have never felt a cunt close up on me like she does. A gush of juices flood out around me, soaking my hand, my nuts and my thighs. Holy shit! She just squirted all over me.

The realization that I just caused this woman to climax so hard that her release burst out around me has me meeting my own end, my dick twitching and jumping as my own release pours out into the condom.

By Sunday afternoon the wastebasket was full of used condoms and the mega-size box lay empty on the floor.

Monday morning my phone rings and Dad reams me out, not listening to any of the lame excuses I try to come up with.

Now here I am, back on the road, traveling to northern Georgia to meet up with him and my brother.

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#dean winchester #john winchester #sam winchester #rebecca quentin #wounded hearts #past haunts sequel #smut #fluff #angst #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic

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non-stop-imagines · 4 years

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Founder of THE Photography Club

Pairing: Peter Parker x Black!Reader

Warnings: This is literally pure fluff with like a drop of angst

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: This is a residual work from the Quarentine Writing Challenge that @chaneajoyyy and @shaekingshitup held a while ago. I still have a few more that I want to write, but this was a good way for me to get back to writing again. I would like to thank every single one of you for the love and support you have shown me over these past couple of weeks and for continuing to send in requests. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! Love you allll!!!!!💛❤️💛❤️💛

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Peter takes a peek at the number of pictures that he has to sort through, sighing as he refocuses his eyes. As the photo editor for the school’s yearbook, it was his job to not only fine tune each photo, but to also to separate the photos into folders initially according to topic or group (i.e. different clubs, senior superlatives, pictures by grade level, along with senior portraits) and later by page number. 564 out of 2068. He bangs his head down on the clear area of the desk next to the keyboard, taking a few moments to take a sly nap before his body instinctively jerks him awake, making him reluctantly get back to work. He slowly moves through photo after photo until he hits a certain one. It was of you. A candid photo he took of you during his photo shoot with you the previous Saturday at Central Park. You were due to have a feature page in the “Clubs” section of the yearbook because of your founding of the Photography Club, which everyone was surprised wasn’t already a club. You insisted on taking the lead on the series of pictures that Peter scrolled through, but the one that was his favorite, the one he was planning to use, was one of the last photos that was taken. He absentmindedly taps on the computer mouse in his hand as he thinks back to the afternoon.

“You didn’t have to bring all of this stuff for these photos, they’re just for the yearbook” Peter says as he glances at the tote bag that hung on your right shoulder.

“I’m the president of the Photography Club. I’ll be damned if these photos aren’t of the utmost perfection” You make a gesture with your right hand, your left hand currently occupied by Peter’s hand. You guys continue walking looking for a relatively clear place to take the photos, at some point passing the plaque that commemorated the area that was formerly Seneca Village. You started telling Peter the story of the community that met an untimely demise until you found a perfect area for the photo shoot. It seemed as though it was untouched by the outside world, with very few people surrounding and beautiful blossoming trees.

“Alright, if you could start setting up the camera, I need to do a couple of things before we get started.” You kiss Peter on the cheek then move over to the nearby tree, setting the tote on the ground and then sitting yourself right next to it. As Peter sets up the tripod and fiddles with the setting on the camera, he watches you for a second, smiling as you pull a mirror from the bag and then a Ziploc bag of fake blue flowers then begin to strategically place them in your hair. About 5 minutes, the fixing of your makeup, and some test shots, you guys were ready. You try to pose as you feel comfortable, but you weren’t feeling the shoot. You were used to taking pictures of other people and you hated having your picture taken if it wasn’t you doing it yourself. After a few shots you go over to Peter to take a look at some of the photos that were taken and try to make the best of the situation. You give Peter some notes, seeing that upward angle pictures were a BIG no and that you needed to move to a spot with slightly better lighting.

“Hey, I got this. I promise. Your only job, Madame Prez, is to stand there and look absolutely stunning-oop” Peter stops his sentence to motion to you to stay still and takes a picture. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He chef kisses at the photo and moves the camera to your field of vision. It was fine, but the angle was a little off and it seemed you blinked, but you overall did not like how you looked in the photo and it irritated you. You anxiously pat your hair, careful not to mess with the flowers, and slowly sit down under the tree where your tote bag sat. "Hey, what's wrong?" Peter finally looks up to see you at the tree unknowingly messing your fingers, looking as if you were counting them.

“I just hate having other people take my picture. It’s like, I get a glimpse of what people really see when they see me, and Peter, I hate it.” Peter slowly makes his way over to, squatting next to you. You grab his hand and look straight into his eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. You didn’t normally cry this easy but for some reason this seems to be getting to you more than normal.

“Alright, let’s take some test shots. Just for fun. Gets your morale up and allows us to see what’s going on.” He stands from his crouching position next you and reaches his hand out to pull you up. He does so with a slight jerk which lands you against his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist and lips against yours. A few seconds later he pulls back from the sweet kiss and begins to fix a flower in your hair. “And, from my extremely biased but honest boyfriend perspective you look beautiful.” He kisses your nose then pulls away, checking the camera that you had no idea was still in his hand.

“What would I do without you?” Before Peter could say anything you hold up a finger, halting his words, and smile at him while raising an eyebrow. “Don’t answer. How does my hair look?”

“Absolutely gorgeous, darling.” He says in an accent as he looks at you through the camera. “Now pose” The shutter of the camera starts to go off and you just start doing crazy poses, laughing with Peter as he continuously takes photos. At one point in the frenzy of photos you began to laugh so much that each time you tried to stop, more laughs kept rolling up. Peter luckily caught a hold of himself in time to take a picture of you laughing. He stops and previews it and it was perfect. Perfectly lit. Perfectly angled. Perfectly perfect in every way because it was a picture of you. He captured your laughter in a photo, and boy did he feel lucky.

“Hey, watcha lookin at?” You make your way to him and look at the photo on the camera as Peter tilts it toward you. “Oh. Uh-wow.” You’re stunned. You would be lying if you said there hasn’t been a couple great photos of you out there that were taken by someone else, but this was truly the greatest photo of yourself that you have ever seen. “Um, I think we can take just a couple more and we should be good.” You look up from the camera, the shock probably still on your face, which quickly morphs into a soft grin toward your boyfriend, which he takes advantage of and snaps a quick photo.

“Alright let’s finish this up, Madame President.” He smiles from around the camera.

“Hey, you ready to go home?” Peter comes back to reality and turns to the door, where you stood at the door frame, absentmindedly playing with one of your new braids as you grinned at him, both eyebrows raised. “What had you hypnotized?” You make your way over to Peter and look at the computer monitor in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You scan over the shining photo of yourself. The joy of the photo seemed to have supernatural properties because everything seemed much brighter, happier while you looked at the photo. “So, that’s the photo, huh? The one that everyone will see and be like ‘Hey, it's that...girl. You know the one that started that...picture club or whatever. Yeah, she was pretty cool’.” You act out the scene as Peter kisses your cheek then goes to make sure everything he has done was saved before shutting down the computer.

“Hey, come on now. You’re the founder of THE Photography club. You are now a part of this school’s history.” He finishes packing up his things then flings his backpack on his right shoulder, pulling you close to him with his left arm.

“It's a pretty great photo, isn’t it?” You ask as Peter kisses your temple and begins to lead you two out the year book room.

“Absolutely gorgeous, darling.” He says in the same accent as he did the day of the photo shoot which leaves you two laughing as he swiftly turns the light of the room off and you guys exit.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x black!reader #black reader #spiderman #marvel #marvel imagine

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engagedzukka · 4 years

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I see your zukka nudes conversation and raise you this: imagine zuko asking sokka to take the nudes 👀👀👀👀 hehehe wow gee I wonder how that would go 👀!!! I bet sokka totally wouldn’t fumble with the camera or anything bc of some....... distractions or anything haha no never! unless... 👀

hehehe wow gee I wonder...

“Is this weird?”

“Considering this is about the five-hundredth time I’ve seen you naked, I’m gonna go with a no on that one.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Zuko groaned. He was hesitating in the door frame connecting the bathroom to their bedroom, wearing nothing but a pained expression and the tiny tattoo inked on the skin where his thigh met his pelvis. “It’s different, you know? Knowing you’re going to be, like...looking at it later.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Sokka said from their bed. He had his phone in hand, but it was locked; he was fully emotionally prepared to abandon this the second Zuko seemed the slightest bit uncomfortable. “Remember, this was your idea, we don’t have to - ”

“No! No, I want to,” Zuko said quickly. “I want you to have them. A month is a long time to be apart. And that twelve-hour time difference...I’m probably going to be asleep every time you start missing me.”

“Starting implies that I’ll ever stop, which seems unlikely,” Sokka pointed out. “And I don’t mind losing a little sleep while I wait for you to wake up. I think this,” and he gestured up and down Zuko’s nude body, “is worth the sleep deprivation.”

Zuko ducked his face back behind the door frame, so Sokka couldn’t see it when he said. “I just...I want to do this for you, okay?”

Sokka felt himself go warm with some very pleasant mix of arousal and affection. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, pulling out his phone and sliding open the camera. “Then get out here and strike a pose.”

Zuko’s unsure face reappeared. “What do I even - okay.” He stepped out from behind the door frame and then leaned casually against it, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. It was totally innocent - he wasn’t even hard, for god’s sake - but that air of casually elegant sexiness was so incredibly Zuko it made Sokka’s stomach flip. “How’s this?”

“You look incredible,” Sokka said honestly, snapping a few quick pictures. “You’re a natural at this.”

Sokka’s next series of snaps captured the gorgeous, self-conscious smile Zuko gave him as he processed the compliment. Jesus, if Sokka could follow this man around with a camera all day, he would. He wanted to learn each perfect micro-expression by heart.

“You think so?” Zuko said, smile widening. He pushed himself off the door frame and started moving toward the bed.

“Definitely,” Sokka told him. “Now turn around, baby, lemme see what you’re working with.”

Zuko did not turn around, but he did break out into a laugh, and Sokka took about forty pictures of the way his nose wrinkled, the way his hand came up to cover his grin, the way his eyes still danced with amusement even after the giggle had left his system. It wasn’t even necessarily sexy, just heartbreakingly beautiful, and Sokka knew he was going to be spending a lot of time scrolling back through these while he was away.

“Why are you taking pictures?” Zuko asked him “I’m not even doing anything.”

“That is a bold-faced lie, babe,” Sokka told him, thumb never stopping as Zuko approached him, his shyness giving way to playfulness. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, looking like that.”

“Hmm,” Zuko said dubiously. He’d reached Sokka now, and Sokka let his thighs spread to pull Zuko in by the waist. He tossed his phone to the side and tilted his head up, nuzzling Zuko’s jaw with his nose until Zuko had mercy on him and brushed a soft kiss over his lips. “I think you’re just a little bit obssessed with me,” Zuko murmured, his mouth hovering just a centimeter away from Sokka’s.

“Guilty,” Sokka said instantly, nipping at Zuko’s bottom lip, lodging his complaint about how quickly Zuko had pulled away. He loved the laughing breath Zuko let out at his ridiculousness, and the juicy scandalousness of having Zuko naked in his arms while he was still fully clothed. He was going to miss this like crazy for sure. “But I wouldn’t say no to you doing something else.”

“Okay,” Zuko said thoughtfully. He tugged just out of Sokka’s reach, staring at him for a moment before saying, “Get up?”

Sokka grabbed his phone and did as Zuko asked. Zuko took his place on the bed, shifting carefully toward the middle. “Don’t take any yet,” he said when Sokka raised the phone to snap a few candids. “I’m trying to make this sexy. Let me just...”

He re-positioned himself onto his side, bending his arm to support his head and tipping one knee up toward the ceiling, spreading his legs apart so Sokka could see the growing hardness between them. Sokka’s hands itched to capture the moment on camera, not sure how much more sexy this could get, when Zuko gave him that look.

Oh. Sokka gulped, rendered suddenly absolutely useless by the way Zuko was now biting his lip and looking up at him through his lashes, the same way he looked up at Sokka when he was underneath him, just begging to get fucked hard.

“How’s this?”

“Um, it’s, yeah, good,” Sokka said, scrambling to remember what English was and how to speak it.

“You didn’t even take any pictures,” Zuko pointed out. He was pretending to be offended, but the asshole knew exactly what he was doing.

Sokka fumbled for the phone and began snapping away. The angles now were less artistic now, as Sokka found that any sense of aesthetic composition he might used to have had was now fully eclipsed by the throbbing in his pants.

As Sokka’s eyes flicked between the phone screen and the subject, Zuko reached his free hand down and began to stroke himself. The motion was slow, almost lazy, coaxing his erection to fullness.

It was unbearable.

“Baby,” Sokka breathed, nearly dropping the phone to the ground as he scrambled to join Zuko on the bed. Zuko grinned and rolled onto his back, continuing to touch himself as Sokka crawled over to him and took pictures from above. He needed to capture all of it - the way Zuko’s long hair pooled over the sheets, the way his forearm flexed as it moved casually up and down, the way the lids of eyes hung low and flirtatious as he stared back up at Sokka. This was going to get Sokka through a lot of lonely nights.

“How do I look?”

“Fucking incredible,” Sokka breathed. He was barely even looking at his phone now, thumb snapping pictures blindly, anxious about missing any change in Zuko’s body. Sokka heard himself let out an agonized little moan as Zuko reached his free hand up and ran it through his own hair. “You look so good, baby, oh my god. You’re killing me right now.”

“Yeah?”

Sokka’s heart nearly stopped as Zuko stilled his arm and then thrust up into his hand, letting out a tiny gasp of pleasure. His phone was going to run out of storage at this rate, and honestly? He couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“Fuck, baby, fuck,” Sokka said stupidly as Zuko did it again, making such a dirty sound it threatened to melt Sokka’s brain. “Can I touch you? Please? I need to.”

Sokka thanked god that he still had the reflexes to capture the way Zuko’s eyes went wide and hungry at the question. Zuko was itching for it, Sokka knew, but he still had the nerve to let go of himself and rest his arms above his head with an indifferent shrug. “If you want.”

Sokka kept one hand on his phone as he reached the other down and wrapped it around Zuko’s cock. It was difficult, but he pulled the phone back to make sure to capture both his hand giving Zuko one quick stroke and the way Zuko’s jaw dropped and his face tilted back into the pillow as he let out a strangled, “Oh, Sokka - ”

“Yeah, baby, look at you, oh my god,” Sokka murmured, shocked he was still able to pull sentences together with this scene spread out before him. He began to move his hand up and down, setting a slow pace that seemed only fair given how much Zuko was torturing him today. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Showing off for me?”

“Mhmm,” Zuko moaned. He was fighting to keep up his coy facade, but Sokka got a close-up of his hands fisting the sheets as they fought to keep from grabbing at Sokka.

“You look incredible like this, fuck, I can’t believe we didn’t think of this sooner. Does it feel good when I touch you like this?”

“Yes,” Zuko hissed, and he began to thrust his hips upward to meet Sokka’s quickly faltering strokes. Sokka was still fully dressed and untouched and yet he felt about ready to come right in his pants at the semi-desperate look Zuko was giving him right now. Zuko started to say something else, but groaned instead, squeezing his eyes shut tight as Sokka pumped him.

“I want - ugh.”

“What’s that, baby?”

“Want you to - ah - remember me like this.”

Those words shoved Sokka over right the line from coherence to craziness. He could barely control his hand as he began to stroke madly, desperate to bring Zuko to the climax he deserved for looking so fucking delicious. Sokka was still taking pictures, technically, but it had been a long time since he’d looked at the screen of his phone. Instead he was transfixed on Zuko’s everything, memorizing the the moans that slipped from his mouth as he began to meet each of Sokka’s strokes with an upward thrust, chasing after his own pleasure for the sake of Sokka’s.

“Zuko, oh my god, how could I ever forget you? Gonna be thinking about this every minute I’m gone,” Sokka promised him, gratified by the effect the words were clearly having on Zuko if his stunned eyes were any indication. “Most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, fuck. Oh baby, I wanna make you come so bad.”

Zuko groaned in agreement, but a second later, Sokka felt him freeze.

Sokka quickly dropped Zuko and brought his phone down. “You okay? What’s up?”

“I’m good, I’m amazing, it’s just that...”

Zuko took a few steadying breaths. His face was flushed and beautiful, and Sokka felt his cock twitch as that teasing smile came to play on Zuko’s lips again.

“What is it, beautiful?” Sokka asked him. There was a mounting excitement in his chest as he waited for whatever Zuko would say next.

“Well, taking pictures is really nice...” Zuko began.

“Yes, it is,” Sokka agreed.

“But...don’t you think video would be even better?”

[to be continued? 🤷‍♀️]

#ask #anon #zukka #18+#yeah i haven't stopped thinking about this either :/#my fanfiction

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