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angeli-marco-writes · 3 years

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Harry Holland - Polaroids

A/N & WC - I do not know Harry or the other people mentioned in this fic, nor do I claim to; this is a work of fiction. 3.9k.

Warnings - Swearing, mention of food, smut: depictions of oral (m+f rec), penetrative sex, use of toys, bondage & bdsm, photos being taken in the act, mild exhibitionism and definite voyeurism (not Harry or reader) 18+.

Summary - You and Harry have an exciting intimate life to say the least, and he rather enjoys taking photos of the two of you in compromising positions. However, in his sex-addled mind, one vital fact is let slip when he allows Sam into his room unsupervised.

“BUD, WHERE ARE THOSE PHOTOS you took of my food the other day?” Sam asks.

The sizzling of pancakes overlaps the conversation, and you mussing up Harry’s hair distracts him, his attention drawn to more important matters than his brother. Harry barely swallows his giant mouthful of food before speaking.

“By my bed there’s a huge pile, they’ll be somewhere,” he answers flippantly.

Flippantly.

Usually so cautious and so organised Harry lets one thing slip his mind for five seconds, and his life is going to fall through the cracks. His reputation will be utterly destroyed. Just with his brother, but it still stands. Sam is… more innocent than Harry has ever been. And Sam will also tell the others, and likely their friends…

“Remembered something, baby?” you muse sardonically from beside him, your hand halting its movements as you cup his jaw, turning him to face you.

The second his green eyes meet yours, you watch the world crumble in his eyes. You’ve never seen him scramble up from his seat so quickly. His bare feet slap on the tiled floor violently, thudding sounds echoing through the house as he blunders around, swinging around the banister with the force and elegance of an elephant.

“Sam! FUCK— Wait!”

“Don’t look in that pile of photos,” you add in a feeble shout.

It’s not like what Sam’ll find there is any secret. You’ve been together a long time, you and Harry, and everyone knows full well that you’re shagging, but that doesn’t mean you necessarily want them to know exactly what happens in the bedroom, in your most intimate, secret moments together. That’s sacred, even if it seems like sacrilege to so many.

No matter how quickly you hear Harry legging it upstairs, his lean legs carrying him up the stairs perhaps three at a time, his curly hair even more unruly than before from the exertion, you know he won’t be fast enough, and that Sam is an insolent bastard when he wants to be. You’ve lived with them all long enough and have had more than your fair share of near misses: no chance will you not be found out, this time you’ll be caught. Better than the alternative and the other times, you suppose, as you cram one more syrup-drizzled and strawberry-covered pancake into your gob, reluctantly trudging your way upstairs to the hive of fun.

It’s chaos by the time you get there. Dozens of artfully-taken photos spilled out onto your duvet, Harry’s freckled face paler than you’ve ever seen it, his hands tugging at his pyjama shirt convulsively while Sam stands on the other side of the room, his dark eyes wide, his expression agog, his jaw unhinged, staring blankly and pointing at whatever the most incriminating thing is he sees next. You just hope he doesn’t go ferreting through your drawers, because then you’ll really be in trouble.

“What… the fuck.”

You come up to Harry’s side, and wrap an arm around his slim waist, lending a weak, “Surprise?”

It’s their fault if they haven’t guessed, frankly.

You can’t draw your eyes away from the pictures, so many of them, all displaying different aspects of your sex life at varying degrees of explicitness. You can even recount the minutes and hours of pleasure that led to the photos, each occasion etched into your mind. Sure, you and Harry go at it a lot, but you don’t always go the extra mile, hence why these commemorative photos of your special nights are so treasured. And private. Or, were.

The first one… oh boy, that takes you back to the most far-out, extreme experiment you tried—the most recent, as well: just this past weekend. You’re still covered in rope burn from it, though that could’ve been prevented if you hadn’t writhed or wriggled about so much while in those bonds. The amount of attempts it took, the sheer number of YouTube tutorials you had to watch, but it was definitely worth it. The intricate patterns the ropes formed all across your body, creating braids down your back, suspending you prone with little movement in your arms or legs. It was heaven to have Harry tugging on the ropes, contorting you into new and wonderful positions for his own delightful access to all of you. Perhaps it’s not something you’ll gravitate towards again, but it was fun while it lasted, and it’s another thing to tick off your list of fun, kinky bedroom experiments to try. To be fair, even though the swathes of soft, rose-coloured rope, intricately woven around you were a lot, you certainly wouldn’t be averse to trying something else with rope. Less shibari, perhaps just normal levels of bondage. You can feel the skin on your arms prickling with heat: Harry feels it too, winding his fingers into yours, holding on tight as he struggles to suppress a smirk.

The next set is interesting, and rather common. Harry’s freckled, ring-less hand is unmistakable in the dappled light as it grapples with the handle of a leather whip, or a paddle, even his belt, bringing them down harshly onto your ass cheeks, already reddened with hand prints, purple from bruises. In one of them, your skin is even glistening with his release, and another, your hands are suspended behind your back. Harry’s always been one for spanking, and the rest of them know it. Even before you were sleeping together he’d playfully smacked your bum, and he certainly hasn’t stopped even with the sexual connotations it now conveys between the two of you. As though he can read your mind, he snakes a hand down and pats you on the bum; his wink telling you it’s just for good measure. Cheeky shit.

One in the dead centre brings shivers throughout your body. Not because it wasn’t fun or pleasurable, but because of the way it made you feel afterwards. Yes, you’d talked through it in thorough details—as with everything the two of you do—how it made you feel going in, throughout, and you’d got a safe word sorted, but perhaps you hadn’t discussed all the long term risks of it. The pretty pink collar, the satin blindfold… The whole subservient thing is a big turn on for Harry, and you played into it, you always do and you naturally fall into a position of less power in your relationship because of the way you are, but being degraded in such a way isn’t for you. You can’t help but feel a sting of shame ricochet through your heart. Harry must feel it this considering how reactive he is: he leaps towards the bed and snatches it up, shredding it before your eyes, chucking it into the bin, and curling another protective arm around you.

“Look,” you whisper to Harry, turning his attention elsewhere as you point to the bottom few: your favourite photos of all.

Despite the disarray, they’re all together, and they remind you of an incredible night. Your anniversary, and what a special day it was. Butterflies swarm you at the sight of them again, but it feels strange for someone else to be looking at them. Not that you or Harry are exactly in a fit state to be proactive about preventative measures now Sam’s seen them all. His eyes bulge from his face, his mouth going dry as he swallows viciously, suddenly having to shift his already apparently tight shorts. Again.

“You’re so sexy in those, baby,” purrs Harry.

He’s damn right, you do look incredibly sexy. And though the first one in the chronological series is you mostly covered, you can remember how hard his dick was at the sight alone, salivating, clenching his fists to stop from ripping the lingerie from you piece by piece. You wanted to put on a show for him that day: who was he to deny you?

On top of your bra, panties and stockings was a nightgown, and above that, a dressing gown. Each image shows you in a further state of undress. It was a deep burgundy lace set of negligée with soft satin straps that pushed your boobs together, lifting them up, the lace hooked together with a single eyelet on your spine, whereas the panties, though half covering your cheeks with dustings of lace, hid nothing while they sat high on your hips, revealing your entire upper thigh where a matching satin garter sat with tiny lace bows. The entire thing cost a fortune. You forked out a damn arm and a leg for what you got, even with a discount included with a certain toy you bought.

First went the dressing gown, letting it fall from your shoulders, allowing it to pool around your feet as you showed off the skimpiness of the silk slip in a series of flourishing twirls, much to Harry’s delight. Next went the slip, and you honestly wish you’d taken a picture of his face utterly agog—as you stood there in stockings held up by garters, barely there panties and a push up bra. There’s one shot of his rough fingertips playing with the trim of the stockings delightedly, like a kid in a candy shop. Next went the feeble scrap of fabric that you dared to call a bra, barely covering your nipples, allowing your breasts free, spilling into Harry’s awaiting hand. You remember the next part vividly, because he was just about to peel the panties off when you laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, babe.” you cooed.

His twinkling eyes grew as wide as saucers, and you dared to card your fingers through his curls as you settled yourself over his lap, letting him keep his camera in one hand while leading the other down, down, a little further…

He’s never since made a sound quite like it, so visceral and animalistic, so ready to devour you, to come on sight. He’s never been as hard as he was in that instance.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he moaned, a deep groan released from him the second his fingers slipped through your folds to find dripping arousal all ready for him. “Just—wait a minute…”

You followed his every instruction for the next few moments, finding yourself standing up in a good lighting position, Harry strategically beneath you as he snapped a particularly incriminating (yet oh so sexy shot) of your bare pussy in crotchless panties. Harry’s never recovered. He’s already openly admitted that he uses those particular photos more than any others to get himself off whenever you’re away from him. However, the creases and folded corners of one particular photo can’t be blamed on him, since that’s the one you use when you're away, two of his fingers plunged knuckle-deep inside you in those exact panties, from that exact angle, desperately trying to replicate the irreplaceably pleasurable feeling of him within you. He took a good few more than had to be thrown away. Spillages are awfully unfortunate… He fucked you that night with the panties, stockings and garters still on. Twice. Then without the panties, then without the stockings, then nude at last at some ungodly hour of the morning when he took you at last as the sun rose. You didn’t sleep a wink.

There are more of you with lingerie on, nightgowns and matching sets, scraps of silk and strange one pieces that took you hours to get on, but they’re bound to make a sort of book, stowed away neatly (mercifully) beneath his bed.

Sam still hasn’t moved from his state of paralysed shock, and though you should probably clear the photos up from where they’re dumped, you feel a filthy swelling pride within your chest, a glean of risk as you watch Sam rove his eyes over some more, these all involving toys. If only he knew where you hid them. One his eyes focus on is you with a thick purple rubber dildo deep inside you, a rabbit vibrator stuck to your clit. Your body is but a blur, writhing around for Harry, your hands cuffed before you and not released no matter how much you moved. Harry wouldn’t let you stop coming for what felt like hours: it was the first time you squirted for him as a cry tore from your heaving chest, drenching the bed with your fifth orgasm of the night. Harry vowed he’d be the only one to make you squirt after that, no toys involved, and he’s stayed true to his word.

There’s a few more, and Sam seems to be furrowing his thick brows at the sight of the Polaroids. Glass wands, spreader bars, clit suctions (that admittedly look like they’d be used in a spa for a facial). Poor boy is being corrupted...

Good God, you need to get those toys out again.

With his twin's attention diverted, you snake your hand down the front of Baz’s shorts, wrapping your fingers around his already hard member through his boxers: he seems to be enjoying this as much as you are.

You point out one of your favourite pictures, a debauched mess that shouldn’t be viewed by anyone else, frankly. Harry was reluctant about hurting you or pushing you too far, but you begged to be gagged. You meant just by a tie, maybe his bandana—which features in many images in many different manners: as a bind for your hands, tying you to the bed, keeping your ankles together, even wrapped lightly around your neck, but never as a gag—but he went all out. When you got home, he was waiting in his room with a leather-bound ball gag.

“You begged, baby,” he said, and you couldn’t refute. You had begged, but this was above and beyond. You complied with his every wish that night, and though you’d do it again in a heartbeat, Harry wasn’t a fan of not being able to shove his fingers or cock down your throat at any given moment. He liked hearing your whines and moans and hushed curses, prayers of his name. He also liked hearing your bratty, belligerent rebuttals when he took on a dominant role. You enjoyed it more than a little, but only now can you see how much of a mess you were, messy hair and tears spouting from your eyes, drool down your chin...

Given the chance of the slightest spark of stimulation, you’ll be coming on the spot.

There’s a scattered pile of the two of you in just about every position under the sun, every shape in the karma sutra, fucking both inside and out, al fresco sex beneath the big oak in the garden, anyhow, anywhere and everywhere you could fuck safely and privately, you would, and you didn’t even realise Harry had snapped some of these shots after consenting to him taking them at any time. Your eyes squeezed shut as you peaked, Baz’s palm kneading your chest, your skirt hiked up around your stomach while your jaw was agape, your pussy exposed and glistening slick in the mirror, penetrated by Harry’s cock. That was a good day, mirror sex, and definitely something you’ll try again. This time with your own mirror... There are a few snapshots of oral, perfect Polaroids of Harry’s nose nuzzled into your pussy, his tongue deep in your core, his lips on your labia, all of them for your sake whenever he goes away.

“Gonna recreate that one tonight,” Harry husks, pointing towards one image in particular of you sucking him off.

His huge member down your throat, you’d trained yourself to breathe solely through your nose, but the neatly trimmed patch of hair there tickled your nostrils. Harry’s talent for photography reveals your doe eyes were red rimmed, saliva trickling from the corner of your mouth matching the mascara tracks down your cheeks. You’ve never looked so fucked out, and Harry couldn’t believe you remained in that innocent façade, rosy cheeks and a coy expression even with his dick rammed down your throat, making you gag.

However, the one you’d like to recreate is one he picks up on, surreptitiously moving a hand to your chest, his fingers hovering over your peaked nipple.

“Reckon we can go again the second Sam fucks off?”

“Yes,” he eagerly exhales.

You don’t blame him, especially not when both twins are staring at the same image of your tits, pushed together with Harry’s dick between them, fucking your chest despite the fact his come already painted your chest in hot white strips, a beautiful painting you’d always wish to frame. He certainly has an obsession with your boobs so there are a couple like that, his hands all over them, the tip of his member tapping them, but the debauched one is by far your favourite. Similarly, there’s one of you tied to the bed, completely spread eagle, his dick resting on your stomach while your belly is coated in his come once again.

It seems, however, that’s what snagged Sam’s attention and has his face a ghastly shade of grey because it's so pale, is the one photo Harry never wanted anyone to see. You leap and snatch it up in one fell swoop, and Harry draws you into a bear hug within his arms, kissing your temple affectionately in thanks as you stow it away for safekeeping. Though Harry naturally carries the more dominant title in your relationship, you always like to shake things up, hence why this photo (and a series of others he already has hidden) depict Harry as your submissive. You walked around as the picture perfect dominatrix in stilettos, carrying a whip while Harry lay there with his hands bound, a blindfold on in some photos (you took them so they’re not as great, but he still looks damn sexy) with a vibrating cock ring wrapped snugly around his girth. He’s never come so hard or so much after you finally removed it and cuffed his hands to the bedpost and began to ride him. You can still feel the warmth of him climaxing within you if you close your eyes and clench your thighs.

“I promise I’ll touch you later,” boy do you hope he sticks to that promise he whispers while nibbling on your earlobe, “but Sam’s coming out of his daze in 3... 2... 1...”

“OH MY GOD.”

“Okay, I didn’t see that coming,” he remarks breathily, hazel eyes wide as he pivots, met with two incredulous stares. Tom’s cry wakes Sam up right on cue.

“Harry! What the fuck?!” Sam demands, his voice a bellow, horror and disgust and... something unattainable just emanates from him. “Why do you have three porn mags worth of your girlfriend down here? That’s fucked, mate.”

“No it’s not. We just like to have photographic reminders of all our... sexcapades.”

Sam is, unsurprisingly, retching, now finally turning his head away from the pile without even bothering to pick up.

“This was cool until you called them sexcapades,” Tom chimes, smacking Harry upside the head as he swaggers over to the bed, fishing a few photos up before tossing them back down.

Sam's horrified attitude doesn’t seem to be spreading thankfully, but you and Harry are understandably rooted to the spot, stuck to the carpet, just biding your time until this is over. Then again, you can’t really tell, since no one is saying anything. You nor Harry want to be the ones to break the silence, though, and you can tell with the furtive and expressive stares you’re sharing that his anxiety is increasing the more people are seeing this.

Momentarily, you think someone may remark about your silent communication, your fixed glances and speechless conversation, but instead, Harrison comes up to you both, a sly smirk etched onto his pretty model face as he clasps a hand around one shoulder of yours and one of Harry’s.

“Harry Holland, you kinky fucker,” he praises.

You definitely feel a swell of pride at that. And the fact that Tom is trying desperately hard not to look at you while also trying to hide how flustered he is, somehow still abhorred by the sight. Harrison’s intrigue is palpable, gnawing on his lower lip as his lithe fingers trace you on the polaroid's, whereas Sam? He can’t decide whether to cry or scream. Harry huddles in closer and cuddles you, ensuring you feel every part of him, just how much he wants this lot to leave to finally have you at his mercy once more.

“So you two are shagging,” Tom observes.

You and Harry nod between kisses.

“Dangerously.”

You nod again, though this time a little reluctantly.

You expect Harry to nestle down with you again, but instead he detaches himself, unravelling his arms, and shoulders past Tom and Haz. He gives Sam a death glare as he piles up all the Polaroids and shoves them deep in a drawer for him to organise later, away from prying eyes and judgemental comments.

“Really, though?” Sam bursts out, flailing his arms before grasping Harry’s collar. “I thought you’d just handcuff her and give her a smack at most, very vanilla.”

As much as he tries to fight it, Harry’s face flushes bright red, leaving no visible distinction between his forehead and hairline. “I think those photos, erm, tell a different story.”

He rocks on the balls of his feet, tugging himself out of his brother's grasp, only to fall into another, saved by Harrison’s scowl at Tom.

“Can you lot bloody get out? Please? I’d like some alone time with my girlfriend after that sodding invasion.”

“If you’re having alone time, we’re leaving the house for a while,” Tom jokes, “how long?”

You smirk, striding over to meet Harry, eyes fixed on him as you press onto your tiptoes, wrapping your fingers around his shoulder before kissing his earlobe. He wilts into your touch.

“Two hours should be enough time. Scram.”

They do, gladly, and you slam the door shut as their scurrying footsteps down the stairs recede. Harry’s grip increases around your waist, a growl escaping him as he pushes you onto the bed. You gasp when your back hits the mattress, his lips instantly attacking your jaw.

“Which of those polaroid's do you wanna recreate first, baby?”

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It’s hours later, and you're all around for your weekly dinner at the Holland house. You and Harry, having some ‘business’ to attend to before leaving the house, are the last to arrive, and Paddy, poor unfortunate Paddy, has the delightful job of letting you into the house.

“Sam asked me to give you this,” he says barely before you’ve entered the porch.

Harry’s face pales as he unravels the small piece of paper bundled into his hand by his younger brother, but you could swear all blood drains from him the second the words sink in.

‘You took them, you lost them, you collect them. What would mum and dad say, Harold?’

“Harry, what’s happening?”

“That utter wanker stole the polaroids as revenge for scarring him. He’s hidden them around the house. We have to find them before mum and dad go looking. You in for the ride?”

“Only if Haz can join us tonight,” you tease, and after calling a hello to Harry’s parents, you follow him around the house, detaching all the pinned photos.

Harry's learnt a solid lesson today: hide his damn Polaroids better from now on, away from the prying eyes of his bloody brothers. But, he thinks with a smirk, by no means will the two of you stop taking them.

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jjkpls · 5 years

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*** On Fire (m)

> genre : smut, pwp

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f) x ot6

> total words : 4.9k

> warnings/content : established relationship, voyeurism, exhibitionism, penetrative intercourse, impregnation kink, spitting, some dirty talk, low-key crack, this is filthy (im so sorry bangtan), bad editing

You had been going at it since the fucking beginning of this evening. It started in what you thought to be subtle touches and shared heated gazes. A hand brushing over one’s covered cock, a bigger one pretending to accidentally slip too high up under a skirt. You sincerely believed yourselves to be discreet enough and would only whisper honey-dipped obscenities against the very shell of the ears, quiet enough for no one else to hear.

The cameras luckily had missed it, the uncountable number of people they'd met and had to shake hands with and bow to did not notice either. However, they had not missed one second of it all. Every single one of them. Because there were heavy sighs and suspicious lingering absences from the conversations. Because you stood too close to each other to an extent it narrowly dipped in the innapropriate. You were trying to satiate a craving you felt for each other, as decently as possible. It was obvious to them.

Soon enough, the event had ended and you were all crowding up a van on your way home, Jungkook and you not withholding any longer the urges to indulge into each other. The hands were fully grabbing, sloppy mouths loudly sucking and drooling on the other’s neck, cheeks, ears, collarbones.

You had waited for an eternity to meet back again after Jungkook and his band were gone on tour for months. It was long and testing. Especially during the very last weeks, when the date would not approach fast enough. As an attempt to compensate the missing, hundreds of messages, textual and vocal, pictures more or less racy were exchanged. It did help soften the aching for an instant, but inevitably, it proved to be an unforgiving teasing, growing immensely the agony instead of healing it.

And then, there you were. The two of you face to face without a stupid computer screen and thousands of kilometres between you, yet you had to wait a little longer to jump on each other and finally, finally sink in your mutual heavens.

It’s Yoongi who had stopped you first. He was also the only one. They were all sitting there, disconcerted, witnessing more or less willingly the scene unfolding, their interest uncontrollably piqued maybe because they were horny too, mostly because they’d never seen their younger brother act this way. The usually cute dongsaeng, mischievous but well-behaved, blushing at each mention of his first girlfriend, now domineering said girlfriend with a new darkness they’d never seen on him. They could tell from how deep he sank his fingers into your flesh, leaving red marks to linger for minutes after they had left to abuse another part; from how he’d hover over you, purposefully making himself look bigger and wider and you'd lean in, shoulders hunched forward, bending over yourself and shaping your body in a tiny little form nuzzling into him; and the aura, he oozed darkness and sultry and almost meanness as he would watch you squirm in desperation and moan pleadingly, eyes already shining with tears and cheeks red, he was relishing in your suffering.

Therefore Yoongi just had to say something. Because the six men had been pretending not to be troubled, trying to keep up with pointless conversing but eventually faking obliviousness became too hard and they were getting too distracted to keep up with the random conversations. Yoongi's low rumble of a voice just had to intervene, break the silence made of heated whispering and smacking of wet lips and fiddling of offending layers of clothing, to tell you two to ‘fucking behave’.

You obeyed, for the most part, limiting the touching to holding hands and you remained settled and silence for the rest of the ride. Only the best observers -Jimin and Seokjin, mostly- could notice that the hands turned white from how hard they clutched at one another and the eyes that couldn’t part away were sharing all sorts of secret discussions that kept you on. You didn’t rest. You complied for you didn't want the simple warning to turn into a full fight, Yoongi sounded already strained to the extreme. But you kept each other hot and bothered, just by looks and quiet promises to be met later. They were all thankful for the apparent halt in your activities as the air of the van had started feeling like a fucking tension-filled sauna in which it had become hard to even fucking breathe in. Little did they know, it was not going to be the end of the incident for the night.

Once arrived home, after a very fulfilling quick live stream that allowed the band to share their happiness with their public who made them won an umpteenth award earlier, you were all feeling newly energized, high on the bliss of pride and success and love. It was just too early to go to bed already. Especially when the group hasn't been able to really sit down around a meal and some beer and chat away the night like they used to do, back in the beginning, when time was still a thing they were lucky to be granted with. It wasn't so much the case anymore. They were busy but beyond that, they had grown and often, other interests, other hobbies, other people came in the way and they had to devote their precious free time elsewhere than the dorm.

But here they were reunited and free for once and there was no getting out of it for anyone. Jungkook's reluctance couldn't do anything against his hyungs' nagging and cursing, and even if it seemed to break his heart, peering at his girlfriend, looking so pretty and wanting him the way he wanted her, so bad, he accepted. She wasn't mad about it. She was smiling softly at him, tilting her head slightly to the side in a complaisant way. He was though. The nervous bouncing of his leg and the prominence of his set jawline attested. It was too much wait, just too much torture. When you were so fucking close. When he almost had you in the car.

His sanity and the remains of his decency were hanging by a thread. The tiniest, flimsiest piece of thread. And something snapped it. They wouldn't know what. Not that they're that preoccupied about questioning and reasoning right now. Either way it snapped, and so suddenly, the two of you who were supposed to head to the kitchen to bring some of the empty bottles and bring some more to the group, have stopped halfway at some point and ended up heavily making out against the dining table.

It's less than twenty feet away. So close the six young men can see everything from the couches, they can hear you. The wet mouths, the moans. It's worse than it was back in the van, now pressing each other so tight with a different intention. You're not trying to comfort each other, to try and bath in as much as you can of each other's warmth that you had missed for so long. You're aiming to find a release. It's obvious from the way you grip at one another's body, hands pulling always harder, always further, body grinding like you've already started to fuck.

Is this a punishment? For having held you back from each other for longer than absolutely necessary? Because it feels like torture to them. When they know they don't have anyone in their bedrooms waiting for them. When they know the hassle it is to find someone to share an intimate moment with given their particular circumstances their idol life put them in, and that, no matter how much of a exertion they invest into it, there's no way they're getting laid any time soon. Jungkook has it all and is rubbing it in their face. It's so mean, and purposeful, why would he chose this very place to ravage his girlfriend's mouth down to her throat when he could decide to not listen to them -like he already does all the fucking time-, excuse himself and take you away to his stupid closet of a bedroom to have you there, behind closed doors -like any sensible human would chose to do. Well, any sensible human except for exhibitionists. They don't know him to be one. They actually believe their youngest member to be quite the opposite of an exhibitionist. If he likes to peek at a friend in the shower or stare at another one's built when they're changing clothes, he hates exposing himself. Supposedly. There Namjoon realizes that maybe you're so buzzed and so enticed by each other, you might have forgotten the six of them were still in the room, sitting on the couches, not only able to see but actually watching.

“They’re not really going to... do it here, right?” Seokjin is the first one to ask. His whisper of a question sounds mildly embarrassed but there’s a tiny tinge of curiosity hidden under the surface. Namjoon catches it with relief. He would never admit it out loud and he would do anything in his power to hide it, but, yeah, he’d like to see that happen.

“Of course, they will!” It’s probably the alcohol running through Jimin’s veins that speaks.

The beverage associated with his already questionable shameless manners spurs Namjoon’s saneness back to life. If tipsy Park Jimin seems so excited about the idea, chances are it is wrong. He is quick to grab the shorter guy by the shoulders, forbidding him to stroll his way to the couple heavily making out now on the dining table.

“The real question is why are we watching?” Namjoon asks, voice lower than it should be for unconsciously he doesn't want them to hear.

The question is rhetorical. Having been the leader for almost a decade now, he knows how to talk to his team for them to understand what he means. And by that, obviously, he doesn’t mean to question their morals but to order them all out of the room. But he’s fucking stressed out as one can imagine, and one of the little entities living in his head, the one conveniently shaped like his own cock, is pestering that they should stay. They need to see this. It's better porn than he would ever be able to purchase -and that's saying a lot since his bank account would allow him to buy literally all of the porn available on Earth. He's just troubled by one thing: why is he turned on? How can he feel like it'd be ok to watch his younger brother-of-another-mother fuck? Shouldn't he be disgusted? Disturbed? Are they that comfortable with each other, having lived together for so many years, shared so many intense moments that they're completely uninhibited with one another? Or is he that much of a freak? He can't think. Hardly can process any sensible thought. He knows what he is supposed to say but his urges don't match. Therefore, his voice comes out unusually soft and unsure. And he understands that they all seem to believe it’s just a conversation opener since none of them is bulging a muscle.

“No, the real question is why do they think they can shag on our fucking dining table!” That’s when Namjoon is confirmed, once again, that Yoongi is a better man than he, himself, will ever be. Everybody paints him as the perfect picture of wisdom and sensibility and intelligence but when it comes down to it, he still gets riled up and rather weak whenever his cock is affected.

When he stands frozen, mouth hardly muttering a half-ass suggestion, Yoongi is already marching to the couple. Slapping Jungkook on the back of his head, he looks about ready to resolve the situation.

Jungkook whirls around and stares with a scowl, eyebrows frowned over his dark eyes and jaws tight. He looks like a dog whose bone almost got stolen from him and as his nostrils flare, Yoongi realizes he might actually bite him. “Fuck off, hyung.” It kills Yoongi to back away. His ego has just been bruised like never before. Not only does he hardly ever gets told off, he certainly never has been by his dongsaeng four years younger than him. And there’s the goddamn audience assisting to it too. Fuck, as soon as this kid stops acting like a fucking werewolf on withdrawal, he’s going to beat his fucking ass. He just has the time to gulp and take a few cautionary steps backwards, rejoining the rest of the group, for Jungkook’s attention to be back on his girl.

You two are talking silently again. You nod, he leans into you to lick your jaw before he’s grabbing your hips to pivot you. You know, as if you’ve done this a million times before, to lie down on the surface, your arms tucked nicely to your sides, tiny hands clenching around nothing in anticipation as you offer your ass for Jungkook to undress. It takes him less than a second to throw your skirt over your back and drag your panties along your thighs. He’s so harsh. Even they can tell from the light pink rashes tracing the side of your leg. But you seem to love it. You're shaking your now uncovered ass for him, for them all to see, uncaring of the loud gasps that follow the first glimpse of your pink and wet slit. Jungkook is loving it, grinning widely, taking his time to take out his member. He chuckles when the strap of his belt hit your cheek and it makes you moan and fidget on the tip of your toes.

“Please, baby...”

Your boyfriend shakes his head, sighing out loud in disapproval. “I know. Be patient.” He chastises softly.

All eyes and hands on your body, kneading pressingly your flesh, dwelling his whole into feeling you, feeling your touch, your skin, your arousal, your love, Jungkook can’t possibly be addressing to anyone else but you. They're not so sure how conscious he is that they can see everything but he must know. Jimin is sure he does as he smiles to himself like a proud dad watching the way Jungkook owns you, the way you're hanging at the tip of his very breath, dependent completely of him and lenient to his every touch. Jungkook is all yours too, it's obvious. Surely he can't be addressing them. However, his comment makes a few of them blush and squirm uncomfortably. It just hits too closely.

Taehyung has been internally screaming for the past five minutes, dying to see this pretty pussy rammed. Namjoon, eyes wet behind his glasses, feels like he might begin crying if you don’t start doing something loud and disruptive and attention-grabbing enough for him to be able to wrap his hand around his dick and just lose some of the tension without bringing all of his friends' focus on him. And Jimin is bouncing on his feet, desperately needing to come forward and see better and perhaps even touch. His fingers are twitching in the air, rings clashing each other in the quiet room, the only thing holding him back is Namjoon’s hands still wrapped on his shoulders, now squeezing hard. Yoongi is getting even more pissed if possible, especially because the nervous shaking of Hoseok's leg sitting just next to him makes it seem like the moment drags on forever, and he is about to snap, forgetting entirely about the earlier episode. Just when he opens his mouth to say something, Jungkook is puckering his own to spit on the head of his cock. There’s an audible choke coming from somewhere in the audience. Jungkook spits again, this time aiming for your hole and they can all hear distinctly a strangled fuck. There Namjoon realizes that they're so engrossed in what's happening, so desperate not to miss the highly-anticipated moment Jungkook would start entering you, they don't even dare look away for a split second to try and figure out who's the one getting triggered by the lewd gesture. He could slip a hand inside his pants. There's no way they'd care or even notice. But he would know. He'd know he was the first one to do so and he's simply not too keen on the idea.

They are more than two moans released in the open as Jungkook fills you up with the entirety of his length and just sits there.

“Do you need me to go fetch you a condom, Kook?” Jimin asks. Frankly, it's not him offering as the caring person he is known to be. He asks because he’d give anything to have an excuse to just get somewhat closer. Yoongi eyes him scornfully and Namjoon thinks he knows why. Either he's pissed that Jimin would be so careless, so comfortable to basically allow himself to sneak in the action, or he's pissed that Jimin might have brought so much attention on them that Jungkook suddenly sobers up, realizes what the fuck he is doing and stops the show altogether. To his, and everyone else's surprise, the boy peers over his shoulder, answering naturally -like they're in the middle of a casual conversation about what he'd prefer to wear for a concert or some shit.

“I don’t use condoms, hyung.” Jungkook looks so confused, eyebrows crooked in a puzzled fashion, as his hips slowly roll against his girlfriend. Looking like the sole idea of considering willingly slipping the rubber protection on one’s cock is outrageous and unthinkable.

Taehyung has to squeeze his eyes shut, throw his head back and sighs the deepest exhale of air to contain himself. He can't believe what he's just heard. There's still the tiny, progressively growing whimpers of yours that bring him back to the present and he can't help but let a word slips out. “Fuck.” He sounds mad, voice lower and huskier than it's ever been. So deep and strained by the tension his whole body is seized by, it almost sounds like a growl from a demonic creature.

That's how he feels anyway. Sinful. Jungkook and you are the ones exposing yourselves to them. You didn't even ask if they wanted to see, you started doing it all on your own. You're the dirty ones. The unholy ones. But he feels like he's the same, if not even worse, when the grossest thoughts start sprouting madly in his brain. Thoughts about what you've been up to behind closed doors until now.

You don't wear condoms. Why the fuck is that? He remembers Jungkook coming to him once with a particular question he had to redirect to Namjoon because he just didn't know enough to answer him properly. And with the flushed cheeks and the most labored stutter, Jungkook had asked their leader if he knew something about long-term contraception. And Taehyung, naively, had thought that Jungkook was asking because he was worried about their youth and their career and you're never too prudent when it comes to contraception. He just couldn't take the risk to have a ripped-condom accident and end up with a pregnant girlfriend. Taehyung thought that was all it was about. But it's never been about that, Taehyung comes to realize. He wanted to fuck you raw. He wanted to feel your walls directly onto his dick, feel your wetness, and claim you by soaking your walls with his cum, didn't he? Taehyung wonders who's the one who's the most into it. He would have never imagined you to be so fucking filthy but he can't deny it anymore. Not when he sees your hands reach backwards, nails scratching desperately at your boyfriend's asscheeks to bring him deeper. Taehyung gulps audibly, one giant hand covering entirely his crotch, just the tip of his fingers discreetly teasing the head of his cock. He bets his briefs are soaked. It's just his imagination, but the thought of you wanting Jungkook to soil you like that drives him crazy.

He wouldn't know but the same conclusion has set in the five other men's head. They felt weird, inappropriate for being so turned on, for just thinking about staying there to watch but you're lewd. They've just confirmed how depraved you are. And they have no doubt left about it when the second Jungkook has set a cruising speed pace that allows you to breathe, you twist around so you could face them and see all of their eyes on you.

And all of their eyes are on you. They’re not ashamed or abashed or mannerly anymore, obnoxiously ogling, meeting your own fluttering gaze with no sense of embarrassment left because you're probably dirtier, and the things running through your head and the other things you've been up to with Jungkook are probably dirtier than all of their experiences put together.

Hoseok thinks he can see it in your eyes. For some reason, they are set on him. He feels he might be tripping. Wishful thinking making him believe that your attention is set on him solely when really, you're immersing in what the six of them are granting you equally. But it really does look like it. Like you want him. Like you'd want more if it wasn't too much to ask. What they are witnessing is not the full extent of your greed and depravity, there'd be more if you could. Your eyes are begging him. Begging him to watch, to not waver away from you, to not even do much as think about something else and just spend his whole on you. Perhaps actually begging him to touch you.

Currently, he’s watching you with a predatory gaze you've only seen him wear on stage, with cheeks crimson from arousal and from the rolling of your eyes, the silent gap of your swollen mouth, it’s killing you. Hoseok winces at how compressed his rock hard dick feels inside his too-tight jeans. His slender hand has to dive for it -he's a grown-ass man and it's ridiculous to pretend he's not affected and his willing stronger when he knows, he knows they all are as worked up as he is. He grazes the length of his cock, dragging the tissue of his pants along it with the gesture. But the head is so sensitive that it hurts. He knows the only way to make it feel good would be to take it out and take care of it properly, with at least his precum as lube. No one is doing it though. And there's no fucking way he's going to be the first to pull his cock out in front of them all. Fucking hell. He knows you want it too. The way your gaping lips seems to attempt to wrap around words. They quiver. You have something to tell him but for whatever reason, you can't. Shame? Perhaps. It seems ridiculous but maybe there's still some left in you. After all, you've always been kind of shy around him.

“Shit, you love that, don’t you?” They're all snapped out of a daze when they hear the low voice of Jungkook. It's deeper than usual, kind of resembling the one tone he uses when he wants to pretend he's a rapper. And he curses, so naturally so, as if he does it all the time when really, they hardly ever hear him do so. “Having all my hyungs watching you getting fucked like that, you’re clenching so- uh, fuck!” You mewl, attempting to answer but are quick to give up as it seems pointless and all you wish to do is devote yourself to the pleasure. The rolling of your eyes is pretty telling anyway.

“We love watching you, doll.” Most heads turn to Namjoon who can feel his cheeks immediately start to burn. He’s not sure if he meant to say it out loud but he did and he doesn’t regret any of the words. When he focuses his attention back on your ass, and the delicious trembling of your cheeks each time Jungkook beats his hips hard against it, he couldn’t care less about the embarrassment. He doesn’t have to be ashamed anyway. Seokjin, he can see it from the corner of his eye, is really into it too, and this to an extent he couldn’t even have guessed. Seokjin is usually so detached and reserved when it comes to this -sex and partners- he wouldn’t have deemed him naughty in any way. He would even have expected him to start a scene and nag on the top of his head, neck scarlet in anger, about how this is fucking obscene and disgraceful. He always thought him to be the perfect embodiment of innocence and purity. Yet he’s so enthralled. Leaning forward, hips mindlessly following the rhythm of the coit, one of his large hand pressed firmly on his closed crotch, he’s not even blinking. Namjoon wouldn’t know because he’s too far and his eyes suck but what Seokjin's can see is incredible. He’s mesmerized by the sprinkles of sweat, beaten away from your skin, from how strongly Jungkook's strong thighs are hitting you.

This is ridiculous. You fuck like porn stars.

But you're not. And the difference shows in that you don’t have to keep going at it for hours to make sure to have all the good angles and drag it long enough for the money to be bigger. All you care about is getting off, it's obvious, from the frenetic movement, the panting, the whining. You're like two horny dogs in rut. All you care about and all you need is that climax. And it's probably so close already with this whole... situation. When you're exposing your kinkiness for them, the older brothers who've always seen you two as innocent, cute babies, going at it like rabbits, they can imagine how arousing it must be for you.

Slipping the hand that was gripping your hair to your front, collecting the slick spread all over your skin, Jungkook proceeds to abuse your clit as he keeps on fucking into you as punishingly as he can. It takes you a few instants to come undone, crying out loud as the wave of your orgasm shakes your whole body and your boyfriend follows right behind you, unable to handle the pressure of your walls along with your sinful moans. He’s shuddering against you as he milks his cum inside, taking his time to slip out. Again, Taehyung is left to wonder for whom he's doing it. He looks like he's trying to make sure none of his given seed will spill and he needs to know if it's you or him who so badly needs it to stay inside.

Jungkook exhales hard as he lets himself fall butt-naked on a nearby chair. Your legs are still shivering, assaulted by tiny spasms, you have to hold yourself upright by the tenuous strength left in your hands which are gripping the other edge of the table. Jungkook has a hand just sitting on your ass, he has the intention but not enough force remaining to drag you to him so you could seat and let your legs rest.

“Here.” You look up to see Jimin, standing next to you, he’s sliding a cup of freshwater to touch the burning skin of your arm. You feel so scorching hot you almost expect steam to rise out of the contact. As you reach for it, with difficulty, Jimin pulls a chair closer to you, a hand replacing the skirt on your behind before helping you sit. The tension gets even tighter as he does so. Jungkook is observing him with eagle eyes, obviously waiting for his friend to overstep boundaries and get from you more than he would allow. Jimin is well aware of that. That’s why he made sure not to even brush your skin as he dressed you up.

And there’s the rest of the room. Crowded with young men confused as to how to act. Some sulking because they wish they had something they don’t -the proximity Jimin fetched for himself with you, the relationship their youngest friend has-, others fidgeting in frustration -because it was too short, because they need more or because they don’t know how to fucking get out of there so they can finally deal with their personal pressing problem.

“Ok, um... we should- we should all head to bed. You know we have a tight schedule tomorrow.” It’s so fresh in their memories. The loud smacking, the wet squelching, the cries are still touchable, still ringing in their ears. And the images. Soon enough it’ll be recollection. It will get flimsier and flimsier. They won’t remember the rhythm nor the movements nor the shapes. They have to exploit it right now. Now that their backs are still soaked with the sweat, their hearts still beating in frenzy, their mouths dry as hell and their cocks begging for release. It’s Taehyung who's the first to leave. He’s hurrying his way up the stairs, shaking his hand in pretence casualness, before Yoongi follows suit, not sparing anyone a glance. After that, they all find the courage to leave, Hoseok is last as he seems to struggle to make his eyes leave your form. And then it’s just the two of you. Cheeks flushed and foreheads sweaty, a large grin matching your faces.

“We’re crazy.” Jungkook nods while chuckling before leaning over to place a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Let's do it again some time.”

a/n: oops. i slipped. :))))

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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Thin Walls

Thin Walls: A Bruce Banner Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Square: @brucebannerbingo - B5, Voyeurism

Rating: E

Warning: Smut (M|F Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, masturbation)

Word Count: 2451

Pairing: Bruce Banner x F!Reader

Summary: Bruce can hear everything through the walls between your rooms. He likes to picture everything, until one day you invite him to watch.

Thin Walls

The walls were too thin. He’d told Tony they were too thin but Tony had laughed him off and told him to keep his music down then.

Bruce wished that music was the problem. He didn't care that he could hear the sounds of music drifting through the walls of his room. Even when it was obnoxious. He didn't care if it was a monotonous game show someone was watching on TV and he was subjected to the murmured words and painfully obvious music that was overlaid just to add drama where there wasn’t any. He’d lived on the run. He was good at getting sleeping in noisy places. He could zone all that out and sleep just fine.

The thing he couldn’t zone out was you … when you… well, when you were… being intimate.

The sex sounds traveled through the wall and as much as he wanted to ignore it, as much as he wanted to just put in earplugs and go to sleep he couldn’t.

It would be easy to put the blame directly on the Hulk. Anytime he heard the telltale sounds of your pleasure -the gasps and the soft moans - he perked up. Bruce could always hear that mumble in his head pushing for him to listen harder. Pushing him to actually get out of bed and go next door and … participate.

It wasn’t all on the Hulk though. As much as he wished he could blame every little deviant thought on the big guy, they weren’t all his. He was attracted to you. When he heard you he couldn’t help but picture you. The mental image of you reaching climax was always accompanied by a feeling of extreme guilt. Like he had actually just been watching you.

He didn’t know what was worse. If you were with someone or if you were by yourself.

When you were with someone Bruce would picture them with you. It was more voyeuristic. Like he was peeking in and watching as whoever it was pleasured you. It was almost like watching pornography that was just being created in his head to a soundtrack made you by you. Only the Big Green Guy started to show the real green side of himself. He’d get jealous and angry. Bruce could feel how much Hulk hated him for not telling you how he felt about you and how he hated the other person for getting there first.

It was definitely a lesson in self-loathing when you brought someone home.

When you were just by yourself, it would start like that same way. He pictured you. Naked, back arched, your fingers sticky as you penetrate yourself with them. He knew it wasn’t accurate. You weren’t likely to be actually naked. You weren’t putting a show on for anyone after all. You were just doing that perfectly natural thing of getting yourself off so you could experience that brief endorphin high after you came.

The sounds helped him form a picture though. The soft gasps you made as you toyed with your breasts and fingered your clit. The soft tap, as you grabbed the bedhead and arched your back, making your bed bang against the wall. The moans as your fingers pushed inside of you.

Then Hulk would start to push. He’d want Bruce to go to you. To help you reach that climax. That was when Bruce would start picturing himself with you. He could picture the taste of your cunt. It had been a long, long time since he’d gone down on anyone, but he could still taste the salty, musk on his tongue as he pictured himself eating you out. He could practically feel the way your cunt felt, wet and warm as it clenched around his cock as he pictured himself fucking you.

You were alone now and he was hard. He ran his palm down his him, brushing his fingers past his erection. He wanted to jerk off, but with the way Hulk was pushing at him to do something, he worried that he’d take over completely.

He sighed and got out of bed. The feeling of loathing from the Hulk as he stripped off his pajamas and headed to the bathroom almost overwhelmed him. “I can’t just go in there. That’s not okay.” He snapped at himself, hoping the Hulk would hear it and leave him alone.

He turned the water on cold and stepped under. The cold shower helped two-fold. First, there was nothing like ice-cold water to chase off an unwanted erection. Secondly, the sound of the water cut out all other sounds, most importantly, the sound of your moan when you came.

When he was done there was silence from your side of the wall. Bruce assumed you had fallen asleep. He dried off and put on a robe and decided to go out and make tea. Maybe some hot chamomile and passionflower tea would help him sleep.

He made his way out to the kitchen, only to find you standing at the stove stirring something in a pot. You smelled of sex. Heady and acrid and a little too inviting. Hulk reared his head, pushing at him to do something about it.

“Hey, Bruce,” you said. A warm smile playing over your lips. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Bruce felt his face flush. “No - uh - no.” He stammered.

You froze on the spot. “Oh god.” You said. “Oh god. You heard me.”

Bruce didn’t know what to say. He knew he needed to reassure you that it was fine and not your fault. Or maybe even to lie and say heard what? Only he couldn’t find the words and what words he did have didn’t seem to want to go into any kind of coherent order.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, Bruce. I never hear you. I just assumed you couldn’t… and I couldn’t sleep… so…” You babbled.

He shook his head. “It’s not… you’re … your milk is burning.”

“Shit.�� You cursed pulling it off the heat. “I couldn’t sleep.” You repeated as you poured the ruined milk down the drain and filled the pot with water.

“You said,” Bruce said.

You started scrubbing the pot while Bruce moved into the kitchen properly and started to make his tea.

“I’m really sorry, Bruce. That’s so embarrassing.” You said.

He swallowed and looked at you. Hulk pushed against him. Bruce wasn’t sure what he even wanted exactly. Just that whatever it was involved you and Bruce not moving fast enough. He dropped his eyes again.

“It’s perfectly natural. You don’t… you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s your room. It’s not like… like you put a show on for me.” Bruce said, stuttering slightly as he tried to find the words and refusing to look back up at you. “I shouldn’t have listened. It’s not like you were putting on a show for me.” He added, going back to making his tea. You didn’t put on a show for him, he just created that himself, and if you found out he’d be more mortified than you seemed to be.

You stopped what you were doing and watched him for a moment. “You were listening?”

Bruce froze. Had he said he was listening? Heat rose up in his face. He assumed he was bright red now and it wouldn’t matter what he said you knew the answer was yes. “I - I - I - I didn’t… our walls… and…” He stopped and shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

You touched his arm and he felt like his was about to catch fire, the catalyst point of that inferno right where your hand rested. “How come I never hear you then?”

Bruce didn’t think he could blush deeper than he was right now. He was beginning to wish the world would open up and swallow him. Hulk was tearing at the insides of him, trying to either get out or at least have Bruce own up to how he felt. “I - I don’t do that. Hulk… he pushes. He likes it too much and I worry he’ll take over.”

You tilted your head and your eyes traveled down his body and then back up again. “Bruce,” you said gently. “Would you like to watch?”

The mental disconnect that happened when you asked that nearly made him lose grip of control. Hulk almost roared inside him, pushing at him to say yes. The thought overwhelmed him for a moment. Part of him also wants to say yes. Oh god yes, he wants to see you come so badly. He’s never wanted anything more.

He’s also completely mortified. Of course, he can’t do that. He doesn’t know you. Besides, the risk is too high. The Hulk would come through.

The thing was, he did keep control, but he wasn’t exactly sure it was him that kept it. It felt like Hulk didn’t actually try and take it. Rather he just let him know what he wanted.

“I - I can’t,” Bruce said, still not meeting your eyes.

You ran your finger along his jaw and lifted his head so he was looking at you. “Can’t or don’t want to?”

“Can’t.” He said.

“Then you do want to?”

He swallowed thickly and gripped the counter, afraid it was going to crack under his touch. “I - I - uh…”

You leaned in close to him, your breath hot on his neck. “Come.”

He knew it was a bad idea. He knew he couldn’t really do this. Could he? This was wrong. Worse. It was dangerous.

Still, when you took his hand and moved towards the door he let you lead him. It felt almost like Hulk sighed with relief as he started to move.

You led him to your room and closed the door behind you. “You can sit on the sofa chair if you like.” You said and pulled off your sleep shirt.

Bruce inhaled sharply as his eyes fell on your breasts. You smiled and massaged them, pinching at your nipples so they hardened. His cock twitched as he watched you. “Take a seat, Bruce,” you said, pushing your pajama pants down. “Enjoy the show. You can touch yourself if you like. I would like to watch you too if you feel up for it.”

Bruce took a seat and watched as you sat on the edge of the bed facing him and spread your legs. He took a shaky breath in as he stared at your already glistening cunt. You ran your hand down your stomach and between your legs slowly, teasing your fingers over your mound. You slipped a finger between your folds and stroked them up and down, the wet from your pussy coating your finger to the first knuckle. You hummed softly and began to circle your finger over your clit.

Bruce’s cock twitched and jumped in response. He didn’t touch it though. As much as he wanted to and Hulk was pushing at him, he kept his hands on the arms of the sofa chair, gripping it slightly.

Your breathing started to become more shallow, and for a moment his eyes were drawn to the rise and fall of your chest. Oh god, how he wanted to kiss those breasts and to feel the hardness of your nipples under his tongue. His cock hardened more and began to strain at his pants.

You pinched your clit and then pushed a finger inside yourself as you rubbed your clit with your thumb. A soft moan escaped your lips and you leaned back a little. “What do you want me to do?” You asked, your voice breathy and needy.

“Tell me what you taste like.” Bruce groaned.

You pulled your fingers from your cunt and stuck them in your mouth, slowly sucking them clean. You hummed as you swirled your tongue around your digits and Bruce took in a harsh breath.

“Salty, a little sweet and acidic.” You answered.

Bruce could picture it perfectly and his mouth watered a little. His hands went to his robe and he untied it and let it fall open.

“Fuck, yes, Bruce. Touch yourself for me.” You moaned.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and start to jerk himself off.

You moved, getting your vibrator from your bedside table. A dark purple, silicone rabbit. You slicked it with lube and lay back on the bed with your legs spread, pressing it to your clit and switching it on. As the buzz filled the room you moaned. Much louder than you did when it was just you. Much more graphically. Slowly and never taking your eyes from Bruce’s you began to fuck yourself with the device.

Bruce’s hand moved up and down his cock, squeezing and twisting slightly. He hadn’t touched himself like this since the Hulk had gotten his own form. It had always been his heartbeat that set it off in those early days and right now, his pulse was racing.

You held the ears of the vibrator, buzzing against your clit and squeezed your breast as you moved the toy in and out of your cunt. He watched how it stretched you and how each time you pushed it in you moaned louder and louder.

Your legs began to shake as Bruce’s cock throbbed and leaked precome over his fingers. You started to buck up on the bed and you reached behind you, grabbing your headboard and arching your back, making that familiar bump against the wall.

You jerked up suddenly and arched your back as you came, crying out into the room. It was better than he’d ever imagined. Sexy and animalistic. Bruce squeezed his cock and grunted, spilling on himself in thick hot ribbons.

“Fuck,” you groaned as you watched his cock empty. You turned the vibrator off and pulled it from you.

Bruce looked around for something to clean himself up with. “Wait.” You said getting up off the bed and coming over to him. You knelt down between his legs and looking up into his eyes you began to lick him clean.

“Oh god,” Bruce groaned. The Hulk had gone unusually quiet. It was strange but added to that soft relief he was feeling. Your tongue felt amazing on his skin. It sent shivers through him and made his skin prickle. As you ran it over his oversensitive cock he moaned.

You smiled and looked up at him. “Stay with me tonight. I really like you, Bruce.” You said.

“I’d like that,” He said and leaned down and kissed you. The truth was, he really liked you too and if he could do this, if Hulk could let him have this, maybe he’d let him have more too.

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7hyuns · 6 years

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nct as doms or subs

obviously excluding the members who aren’t legal i’m not Gross

a/n; again i have to add a read more because this got. long oops

taeil;

overall;

probably a power bottom ? or a lowkey switch

he’s so mysterious i just ??

i’d say he isn’t bossy

but he’s nowhere near passive

too stressed to be a dom

is probably not into many kinks

he might find some of yours a lil weird tbh

so i guess overall i’d say,, he doesn’t really want there to be roles

unless he’s particularly feeling something that day u know

kinks;

getting respected

being listened to

he’s probably got a few wack ones lmao

like. something really out there

u have one discussion about kinks and you’d say something like

“choking’s hot i guess”

and he’d be like “haha yeah i like fire play”

and you would have to figure out a valid reaction to that

aftercare;

eh just going to sleep

doesn’t really need much

he probably wants a drink or something

but then he wants to cuddle and sleep

unless you’re sweaty and then u have to take a shower

johnny;

overall;

ok so there is a dom line of nct

and johnny is part of that so

obviously a dom

not too much into pain kinks but he’d indulge you

would probably give a lot of warnings before punishments

enjoys humiliation a ton

intimidating and knows it

so confident ? and sure of himself ? you would never get away with anything

“i know what i’m doing” ok sure johnny go off i guess

knows your kinks before you do to be honest

kinks;

daddy (receiving)

probably a thigh kink tbh

mocking (giving)

anything that makes him more of a dom

likes brats tbh

lingerie (on u)

punishments;

is WACK

usually he’d praise you quite a lot

but during punishments he wouldn’t even speak

like. good luck getting him to make any noise

a lot of degrading

doesn’t usually do anything besides spanking

occasional denial but he usually sticks to the basics loll

aftercare;

really soft

lots of hand holding??

gives you lil forehead kisses as he tidies you up

probably just gives you one of his shirts to sleep in

but if you don’t wanna sleep?? neither does he !

he would watch movies with you/attempt at cooking for you

wants you to feel happy and light-hearted before you fall asleep

so lots and lots of joking around together

taeyong;

overall;

a complete sub

the cutest most obedient sub to ever live

but he still has a pain kink

and he hates being a brat/disobedient

so he’d just want you to indulge the pain kink without him having to act out lol

is a little whiny!!! but that’s not like a brat thing that’s just a him thing

lives for praises omg

one compliment and he will do anything for u

kinks;

is into some weird shit

probably has a mistress kink

pain ! (receiving)

choking (receiving)

praise (receiving)

worship (giving)

hair pulling (receiving)

knife play (receiving)

restriction and bondage (receiving for both)

punishments;

literally never needs them loll

aftercare;

give him lots of nose kisses !!

play with his hair while he gets his breath back

u gotta find cute or funny videos for him to watch too otherwise he gets bored

especially if it’s been more intense and you need to do more

doesn’t like to feel dirty so he’ll probably need to shower

most of the time him showering means he wants you to change the sheets while he does

overall it’s just about getting tidy and then sleeping with him

yuta;

overall;

part of the nct dom line

into some kinky shit

how he acts/wants you to act is really depending on his mood

if he’s in one of his good and joking moods then it won’t be intense

it’ll still be rough but u know

and he’d find it more amusing if you were a brat when he’s in that mood

but if he’s in a bad mood then he’s gonna be Rude

he’d just want you to behave lol

and everything would immediately be 10x more intense

not even mildly he’s into voyeurism

kinks;

bondage (giving)

threesomes (only occasionally!! and it couldn’t be anyone you’d see again or he’d get jealous lmao)

body worship (giving)

worship (receiving)

roleplay

strip teases (giving and receiving)

voyeurism

light sadism

punishments;

ok so he barely ever just sticks to spanking

the punishment would change depending on what it’s for

so if you were just being a brat he’d commit completely to orgasm denial

if he was in a particularly good mood then it’d just be overstimulation

humiliation!!! he’d want you to literally beg for Anything because he finds it funny

also i think a big thing for yuta would be public teasing

especially if you made him jealous

and he wouldn’t even be subtle like he doesn’t care if people find out because “that’s up to you”

aftercare;

an actual angel

always asks what you want him to do

and he’d do anything unless it was you just wanting to sleep

like. no. not allowed

his main points would be; getting you to drink/eat something, making sure you’re clean, making sure you feel okay overall

but if at any point you’re just like “idk i kinda want ice cream but it’s 2am”

then!! it’s time to go on a drive and get you ur ice cream

will literally go to every length to make sure you’re happy before you sleep

kun;

overall;

no more discourse he’s a dom

not in the dom line of nct because he’s not a Big Dom

but he still is one stop overlooking this

pls don’t be a brat for him he can’t be bothered

might find it amusing for like five minutes but any longer and he’s just disinterested

it might not even a kink thing it might just be a natural thing for him honestly

if you ever did something wrong he wouldn’t tell you

it’s up to you to figure it out !

kinks;

maybe a daddy kink

oral (giving and receiving)

light power play

still wants it to be intimate so hand holding is a big yes from him

hair pulling (giving)

praise (giving and receiving)

bitch kissing is his kink! he will give you a hundred thousand kisses like it’s his brand

punishments;

tbh he isn’t too into them

but if he knows you like them he’s happy to indulge it

isn’t big on spanking

but he does like overstimulation!! maybe not even just as a punishment

he’d still praise you though!!!!!

aftercare;

i think kun’s probably quite intense so aftercare is a definite

lots of soft kisses

plays with your hair while you get your breath back

makes you something cute to eat like pancakes or smthn

wants you to drink a lot!!!

re-dresses you in cute lil pyjamas

waits for you to fall asleep before he does

doyoung;

overall;

part of the nct dom line

a sadist

isn’t very into brats at all really

would not like not being listened to at all

u know that one look he always gives jungwoo?? yah he’d look at you like that a lot too (is it jealousy? is it anger? is it just him checking you out? who can tell?)

speaking of which, he is the most jealous person in the entire world

will literally punish u for the smallest things?? and then he’d come up with some Dumb excuse like “uh well i personally think that your disinterest of avengers (infinity war, part one) back when we saw it last month was very rude of you”

like. that’s it. that’s doyoung summarised as a dom

kinks;

pain (giving)

did i mention he has a pain kink

extremely submissive people

would probably want his kinks to go out of the bedroom

anything that makes him more of a dom tbh

restraint (giving)

marking (giving)

vocal command (giving)

punishments;

rip it’s been nice

he’s so mean

degrading !

his pain kink gets. even bigger

bondage is a punishment with him

spanking but he makes you count and thank him

orgasm denial and then overstimulation

will literally outright mock you for whatever he’s punishing you for

if you don’t behave as he wants you to during the punishment:

he’s even worse! good luck ever sitting down for the next month of ur life

but if you do behave ! he is your biggest fan !!

lots and lots of light praise (calling you a good girl would be his biggest form of praise lmao)

aftercare;

is soft at heart

a lot of praise

pretty much just him complimenting you for a few minutes lol

has you take a shower/bath because he’s Mean and you’d need to

forehead kisses !!

cleans up while you wash but if you asked him to stay his heart would literally zoom

knows your most comfortable clothes to sleep in and tumbles them to make them warm for u

would really just wanna sleep but if you wanted to watch a movie or something he would

even clingier than usual!! lots of cuddles

overall he’s just sleepy and really Soft

ten;

overall;

a sub !

a complete brat but still a sub

the biggest tease

lives for being punished and making you mad

would attempt to power bottom occasionally but it wouldn’t work

that v live where he said “i’m a good boy, though”

what u are ten is a liar

he would be so difficult to deal with

gets off on provoking u tbh

he would try every single kink that exists !

kinks;

bondage (receiving)

provoking doms is his biggest kink

overstimulation (receiving)

praise (receiving)

pain (receiving)

punishments (receiving)

dressing fancy

strip teases (giving)

marking (receiving)

punishments;

it’d be impossible to find one

because none of them are even vaguely bad for him

spanking? he has a pain kink

orgasm denial? it just makes him feel better whenever you give up

overstimulation? he’d be adamant that “that cannot ever be counted as a punishment”

bondage? good luck, it’s one of his biggest kinks

being stoic with him? he thinks it’s attractive

blindfolds? considers it as trying a new kink

but ! you do eventually find one to make him freak out and behave

literally just threaten to not get him off at all and he’s a certified Good Boy

aftercare;

boy is whiny

but in a cuter way than before

wants at least 100 kisses

but also needs a moment or two alone to just calm down

so you’d take that minute to tidy up and maybe get a bath ready

just so he can feel clean !!

wants candy. like if there isn’t any guess you gotta go on a road-trip ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

then he’d fall asleep pretty quick honestly

jaehyun;

overall;

dom line of nct has a new member oof

mean dom

maybe a lil vicious

would take the lead on everything

pretty stoic and wouldn’t really tell you what he’s into

intimidating !

probably stoic during as well

isn’t super kinky but has set kinks already

has the classic colour code system u know

always, always leaving hickies like u better either ignore the weird looks people gonna give u or invest in a collection of turtle necks

kinks;

mocking (giving)

is the definition of the “sweet in the streets, freak in the sheets” meme

light degradation (giving) (would feel a lil bit bad afterwards)

pet names pet names pet names

dirty talk (giving only)

orgasm denial (giving)

overstimulation (giving)

anything that shows off physical strength

choking (giving)

lingerie (but specifically pastel coloured sets)

punishments;

i mean it just isn’t fun

he’s mean

degrading that he’ll definitely feel bad for later

probably just sticks to spanking ?

doesn’t say very much aha lol haha

makes you count and apologise

wants u to hold his hand whenever he either overstimulates/denies you just so he can know you’re definitely ok

aftercare;

wow you really struck out with mr jung jaehyun

he will literally go above and beyond to make you feel nice before you sleep

you want cuddles? what else does he have arms for !

you just wanna sleep? he’s got comfy pyjamas and warm sheets for u to curl into !

you want cooked food? he’s turning the oven on !

you want a milkshake from a specific fast food place? vroom vroom time 2 go !

maybe you just wanna take a quick shower? he’s got ur towels out and tumbled them to make them warmer

literally. aftercare with him might be the best part about dating him overall man he’s so great

winwin;

overall;

to be honest

if i’m honest

he’s a switch

doesn’t really have a set preference on being a top or bottom

but when he was the sub he’d always end up getting impatient and just being a power bottom

doesn’t like feeling out of control so

he’d wanna have some control even if he was being the sub

like i would say he’s just a dom

but i do think he’d like to sub sometimes

although he does want people to think he’s a complete sub

and then he’d switch and you’d be ??? confusion

kinks;

dirty talk (giving)

restraining (giving and receiving)

choking (giving)

hair pulling (receiving)

body worship (receiving)

VOCAL COMMAND (giving never receiving)

punishments;

let me start by saying that winwin would not ever under any circumstances be punished

like. he won’t accept this

he likes being lightly overstimulated and maybe occasionally having you scratch at his back

but punishments are a No from him

however! he would lowkey like to punish u

likes spanking but it’s just eh for him

he ! really ! loves ! orgasm ! denial !

it would just make him feel so in control and powerful

and like he wouldn’t have a voyeurism kink

but he would use it as a lil bit of a punishment for u sometimes

aftercare;

honestly not much

you’re both tired and sweaty

so you’d take a shower together

probably wear cute pyjama sets

and then either make a lil snack for you to have while you watch something

or just go straight to sleep

he just doesn’t see a point going overboard if you’re both tired lol

jungwoo;

overall;

cute lil sub

probably a little let’s be honest

a well-behaved sub anyway!!

still a tease but he’s cute so you’d overlook it

loves it whenever you’d be possessive over him !

a lil bit mischievous (verging on being a brat sometimes,,)

but he’d flirt his way out of it we already know

pouts when he’s in trouble but he doesn’t actually dislike it

doesn’t really like it when you’re actually mad at him ?

but he does enjoy being manhandled

he does also have a small pain kink but not if he’s being punished

kinks;

praise (receiving)

worship (giving)

light hair pulling (receiving)

vocal command (receiving)

pet names (especially baby boy)

light to medium pain (receiving)

kisses !! he loves kisses !! they’re literally a Kink for him

give him two (2) kisses and he will do anything for u

punishments;

would most likely never need them

but if he did he’d only like a few of them

public teasing is fun for him because he gets all flustered and he’d look really cute !

orgasm denial is nice but he doesn’t really like overstimulation!!!

also. bondage would be a punishment for him just because he loves being able to touch u

but he likes spanking only if you hold his hand and praise him

aftercare;

ok to be honest he probably has a specific plushie that he has for aftercare

wants to be pampered

give him all the kisses!! play with his hair!! do a facemask with him!! put some lip-balm on him!!

wants to watch a movie before he goes to sleep just so he has some time to talk to you

doesn’t really wanna shower but would occasionally take a bath with you

if u don’t make him cute lil snacks that u know he likes then what’s the point

probably wants a juice box or something instead of water he’s a Baby

needs to be cuddled for a while too

would need you to tell him to go to bed otherwise he’d just fall asleep wherever he’s watching the movie

lucas;

overall;

i,, honestly don’t think he’s a dom

i mean i don’t think he’s a sub either

or a switch

i just don’t think he really gets into the roles??

might occasionally be a little rough but not really. as a dom

i know he comes off like a confident lowkey intimidating flirty boy

but,, he isn’t just that,,

he’d just want it to be nice for you :((

can be a little intense

but it isn’t a kink thing lol he’s just greasy

and it’s even worse when he’s being romantic !

he’d give you ten compliments a minute bro he goes off

kinks;

now don’t get me wrong just because he’s romantic doesn’t mean he doesn’t have kinks

teasing ! especially in public he’d find it so funny

but he’d also find it amusing if you did to him

make-out sessions are a must for him,,, every time

oral (giving and receiving)

hand holding!

worship (giving and receiving)

hair pulling (giving and receiving)

dirty talk (giving and receiving)

punishments;

there wouldn’t be any for either of you!!

aftercare;

really just cuddling

maybe watching something together

and eating something nice that he got earlier

makes sure you both drink something!!

wants to see you in his shirt though

does the greasy “wanna take a shower together,,”

mark;

overall;

he’s a dom go away

might start off as a slight switch just because he’d follow along with what u want at first

but as he gets more comfortable it’s over for us bitches

would be mean and verging on stoic

snaps all the time ! he would be so Angry

if u tease him even once he would have an absolute meltdown?? like whom ?? what is the reason?? I am in Charge?? what do u want ?

wants you to mess up so he has an excuse to be extra mean

like you’d be chilled out and then he’d just say something like “so,, what do u think of jaehyun”

and you wouldn’t really think about it so you’d just say “i like him he’s funny lol”

but mark would,, “do u think he’s hot”

and you would know what he’s trying to do but you still don’t know how to get out of it,, ur like,, “I guess,,,”

but then mark would pull a 180 and be like “so u think he’s ugly”

and ur like “no!!”

“so u think he’s hot”

kinks;

worship (receiving)

is manhandling a kink (giving)

choking (giving)

pain (giving)

maybe wants a small power struggle but only when he can be bothered (he’ll always win but that isn’t the point)

hair pulling (giving)

honestly anything that’s verging on violent

vocal command (giving)

begging/whining (receiving)

his biggest kink is just being listened to like

punishments;

mark lee,, is just rude

like he thrives on punishments

spanking is his go to and he wants you to go the full mile and count/apologise/and then thank him

overstimulation is fun for him because he feels Powerful

orgasm denial is another go to just because he knows you don’t like it

blindfolds are a punishment too

only occasionally though because he clearly likes eye contact

lots of degrading

aftercare;

high fives you and says “that was great bro”

no but there isn’t really much to it for him,,

he’s tired ! he wants to sleep

checks to make sure you aren’t hurt

makes sure you’re feeling ok

and then you cuddle and sleep

if there’s anything wrong (example; if you’ve got split skin or anything then he’ll clean them up and put cream on them) then he’ll take care of it

but overall he just wants to sleep lol

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Richard Billingham

Billingham is an English photographer, artist, film maker and teacher. The work he produces is mostly about his family and the area he grew up, the West Midlands, although he also does landscapes of elsewhere. He studied at the local university of Sunderland and has was nominated for a Turner prize in 2001.

I was drawn to look at Billingham as his photographs, to me, have a very intimate, confessional feel to them. Billingham’s work usually concerns his family and local area ( UK West Midlands ) however he also photographs other landscapes else where. I have mainly looked at the work surrounding his parents in particular the series ‘Ray’s laugh’.

Below are a few of my favourite photos from this collection. Like a lot of Billingham’s work this series has a particular look and feel to it that has been dubbed as ‘poverty porn’. A term defined as any type of media that exploits the poor's living condition with the purpose of generating sympathy to sell more, increase charitable donations, or support for a cause. I can see why people my feel this way but I think his work is a lot more than that. The images tell us a lot about the these people and there way of life. Everything form the décor to the people and how they hold them selves give us an indication of time, class and wealth.

“Magnificence in poverty and pain, in tragedy, of brilliance in ugliness, an aesthetic tour-de-snapshot-force of voyeurism and realism.”- Doug Rickard

https://americansuburbx.com/2010/07/richard-billingham-rays-laugh.html

it is because of this that I think Billingham is a very important photographer to look at when considering representing class in an image as he tends to do it extremely well. It is my hope that I will be able to capture or collect some imagery that encapsulates class the way Billingham’s work does.

It is small things that i think help build up an idea of class with in these pieces for example the photos above and below show people eating their food on the sofa most likely in front of a tv. This alone gives us a good idea of their social class as it is less polite and proper to eat on the sofa than at a dining table.

I think that it I would like to take inspiration from Billingham and try and take or source photographs that have the same feel or aesthetic to them as that of his work. Or, failing that create pieces from images that have similar compositions.

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100 ways to say I love you

Notes: This prompt was originally a request but 2k words into it I realised that it asked for “fluff” and never really mentioned if smut was okay so… if you’re reading this I’ll make sure to do fluff for your other prompt!

Genre: Angst-ish, rated M for semi-smut (again) and voyeurism / Words: 3k 051. “Are you sure?” | rebound!taehyung, college!au

Sleeping with Kim Taehyung took more than just a bewitched heart, or a bottle of liquid courage, moreover it had not been in the wake of such short-lived pursuits that you found yourself between his legs, draped over his chest like a couture shawl. When you beheld the truth, it had become clear that it was not the man himself at the face of which you had so willingly lowered your tail, neither had it been the alcohol that blazed beneath flushed skin.

You hadn’t known exactly what your motivations were, but you had admittedly prepared for this party with the purpose of looking for a good fuck with anyone but Jeon Jungkook. While it was not difficult to imagine each attendee had possessed their individual drives, most you knew were simply hungry for a partner in bed, or at least, that had been the first step in the grand scheme of things. Some knowingly, others not quite.

You belonged to the latter category. Belonged to the category of single women in desperate need of pampering, not exactly wanting anything more, yet still entertained the thought of it. And you knew no better fit for the role than the host himself, a host reputed for his sinful good looks and even more sinful voyeuristic gatherings. Taehyung called it a lover’s party, but in all honesty it had just been a classier take on having turned his bungalow into a pleasure house for the night. You were by no means a prude, but something of this caliber had always been out of your league.

Apparently Taehyung had not shared your opinion. Claimed by the waist from the moment he permitted you past his front door, you were surely the last woman to utter a word of complain. As host, Taehyung took mostly to the arrangement of sofas in the middle of his parlour, drinking leisurely and entertaining whomever might choose to sit within the velvety rectangle of conversation. Your presence had been more akin to a trophy in a glass cabinet than anything else, a trophy someone like Kim Taehyung was more than proud to call his for the evening. Though you had been extremely self-aware of your own sexual appeal, to say that you had expected this would be quite a stretch. Taehyung was never a man you thought you could claim—or rather, would claim you.

But although he appeared to have dedicated every expanse of his attention to his guests, you soon learned just how artful he was as both a host and a partner. Your ass nestled snug in his lap, legs draped over the edge of the sofa, the broad palm laid over your inner thigh with which he had used to subtly pin you down had never budged an inch despite the many engagements outside of your intimate physicalities he had subscribed to. That hand had soon become rather idle, transitioning then into a feather-light rhythm up and down, up and down the supple skin.

The gesture was nowhere near enough to quench the desire which ached between your legs, and you supposed neither was it enough for the hard on between his, judging by how solid he had gradually become and remained with every slight shift of your body atop him. Still, it had conveyed enough to the people within the bubble of conversation, to the ones who would glance down every now and then, their gaze preying on just how high up he would drag his fingers before pulling them down. And when they had gotten bored of the repeated gesture, they would leave and others would fill the seats they had abandoned. Taehyung had no shortage of guests, at that rate you wondered if you would ever have him to yourself. If he would know to shift his attention to you when the right person had taken the opposite seat.

“You’re getting bored.” It was the rumble in his chest beneath your ear that had signaled he was finally addressing you. You lifted your head, enough to meet his gaze and the tiniest of smirks on his lips, leaning into his touch when his other hand had come up to ghost your jaw.

“What gave it away? My second bottle of wine or the fact that I literally cannot feel my legs?”

“Hmmm.” Now the vibrations had been against your breasts, the deep, lustrous chuckle that proceeded to tumble out his mouth eliciting you to press closer against him. “Perhaps the wine. If I’d known you couldn’t feel your legs I would’ve done something else.”

Your body reacted before your mind—with a jerk and a squeak. Taehyung had been brazen enough to heighten the trail of his hand, a ministration that had taken a backseat until now, to dip past the hem of your minidress, quite literally flicking a finger at the thin material clothing your sex. The touch receded as quickly as it came. Desperate for more, your walls clenched unwittingly.

“Don’t do that,” you hissed between gritted teeth.

Taehyung merely laughed. “Stay with me baby, just a few more and I promise you…” He had finished the sentence by closing what little distance there was between your faces with a chaste kiss, pulling away just as you had begun to lean forward. You seethed in silence. He was good at this.

But you were no amateur either. You could not let him proceed without some form of retaliation.

When a round of new faces had taken up seats around the sofa formation, you chose to nuzzle by his neck instead of laying back down on the sturdiness of his chest. Though it wasn’tmuch, the contact was something he had acknowledged with a short but gentle squeeze to your thigh before he had resumed the rhythm he was stroking.

The mood lights had bathed every object under its path in an ocean of magenta, yet Taehyung’s golden skin still seemed to shine through. Much fainter than it perhaps originally was, the scent of his cologne was almost as sweet as the wine lingering in your throat, warm in the pit of your belly. You weren’t drunk yet, not by a long shot. And though you couldn’t say the same for fucking him, providing Kim Taehyung with at least some distraction was well within your means.

“… plan on taking things to a much… larger scale.”

His gaze slid sideways to regard you with lazy curiosity, and you had returned him with a coy smile, if not less, before your mouth had resumed its task over the taut, wet skin. By the time you realized that he had stopped stroking your thigh in favour of a feral grip, you had littered tiny pools of red and purple across his nape and shoulder. Taehyung had expectedly managed rather well, all the while able to hold a steady stream of conversation despite the slow tightening of his hand on you. His guests, however, were quite transparent. Though they responded to his sentences, their eyes were trained on you, their own hands on each other, subtle at first, but progressing to lewd, unreserved motions soon enough.

When you allowed the man to take your chin between his thumb and index, effectively putting a halt to your task at hand, you found all other occupants of the sofas to have gone. They hadn’t strayed too far, though, most were by the perimeters of the room, wholly engrossed with whichever partner, or partners, they had found for the night. Left in whatever scarce privacy you had begun with, Taehyung was now free to claim your mouth with his. His kiss was languid, almost lazy, but the connection—even if only physical—was all that you sought. He had plenty time to give you more if he had any intention of making good the unfinished promise he had whispered to your ear none too long ago.

“Are you done now?” You asked against his mouth, barely speaking the question before he pressed harder, deeper, back against you. He had taken one breast into his hand now, pinching the nipple in the valley of his fingers, while the other anchored at the base of your neck.

He broke the kiss lingering, a string of saliva hanging between your lips and his before he cut it off with a deft swipe of his tongue. His hand trailed from your back to grip your chin once more, angling your head in whichever direction he needed to deliver his point. “I am, but you’re not.” When your eyes finally settled, squinting through the dim but saturated colour, you had found a pair amongst many leaning against the rightmost wall of the parlour. The taller, broader figure, with cropped hair and soft bangs had regarded the smaller one with a single affectionate hand to the cheek, a scene of bliss dominating his features. The latter appeared standing still, but even though the lower halves of their bodies were obstructed by an end table, you could leave nothing to chance considering the context you were all amidst.

“He’s the reason you’re here, isn’t it?”

Your muscles stiffened, and you knew Taehyung felt it too. “How did you know?�� You asked, mouth suddenly dry. It had been easy to forget, to deny, the true reason for your unanticipated attendance tonight.

“A little bird sang in my ear the other day…” A shiver skid down your spine as the hills and troughs of his knuckles skimmed over your cheek. His voice was tender, benign, “I heard it wasn’t pretty. Are you okay?”

“If I was anywhere near okay I wouldn’t be here.”

“True.” Taehyung was close to purring, something normally unsuited for a voice as baritone as his, but it had felt like milk and velvet in the bed of your ear. The figure you were watching jerked forward, his features scrounging, teeth biting down on lips. You looked away then. Taehyung’s words were barely registering. “Always the rational one, you. These things are too frivolous for your usual lifestyle.”

“Look, I just need you to fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” His knuckles left your face, the heat receding with the touch, before it returned in the form of the soft pads of his fingertips on your bottom lip. He dragged the finger down, tugging the plump flesh until it had slipped from his touch and popped back into place. Taehyung appeared sinister. Beautifully, beautifully, sinister. “Because you’ve got other things to get fucked over by right now.”

You sensed the arrival of new people before you had even freed your consciousness from the hypnotism he was surely exuding on purpose. He was sat before you now, knees spread apart, chest rising and falling with each laborious breath he inhaled and expelled. His partner was slung across his arm, her leg thrown over his left thigh as she rubbed small, tantalizing circles over his collarbone.

“You two have been busy.”

You could not bear to look, but in anchoring your gaze downwards, you had allowed yourself clear view of the evidence of their previous deeds. Jungkook’s zipper was up, but his button was undone. The neatly pressed navy blue dress shirt which you assumed he wore tucked in had fallen from the hold of his jeans, creased and wrinkled and teased.

“Not as busy as you.” The voice was feminine, high in pitch but almost as liquid as the decadent aged wine you were swirling in your glass all but ten minutes ago. She was beautiful and of the same build as you, though she was much fleshier in the areas you could only pinch and pull at whilst in front of a mirror.

“Mmm. At least you look like you’re having fun.”

Taehyung’s jaw was pressed against your forehead, and when he talked, the movement provided the smallest of distractions from the sin seated on the other side of the sofas. You had spaced out easily enough while the two chatted, only reacting whenever your partner would angle his head to press light kisses to your temple and cheekbone, to remind you he was with you, that you were still here despite the fiery urge to hightail it out of the estate.

Spacing out was no longer an option as you became more and more aware of the slow breach of territory that Taehyung’s hand was venturing. He was shamelessly up your skirt now, squeezing and releasing, rubbing smooth circles, grazing nails. It was enough for you to part your legs just that tiny bit more, permitting him a better avenue with which he could enter. His fingers had reached the dip of your pelvis, painfully close to where you wanted him to be, and where he had been infuriatingly avoiding.

Stubborn against joining their two-person conversation, you resorted to nipping kitten-like up the expanse of his jugular, starting from the base of his neck to the earlobe where you had paused to beseech him with a breathy whisper, “Please, please…”

Taehyung shifted, his hard on now pressed directly against your thigh. He said nothing, only tightened his free hand over your hipbone. His fingers continued to tease you short of your cunt. With the devilish ministrations he was applying beneath your skirt, you could not for the life of you believe they were discussing the salad bar at the university dining hall. And just as you had conceded your pride in favour of more friction, subtly rocking your hips forward, his finger had entered you.

“Fuck.”

You were absolutely throbbing, and it had only been a single digit. If you could bring yourself to turn and look at the people across you, you would notice that their line of sight had all but fallen to your lap, would notice that despite it being a few good minutes since Jungkook sat down, there was still the distinct heaving of his chest, his lips unable to purse shut.

He was fucking you slowly, drawing out to the tip of his finger before re-entering knuckle deep. It was not until your nails had left scarlet crescent marks on the skin under his shirt that he allowed you a second finger, thrusting at the same pace, but deep and vivid every time. You held down your moans half by sheer willpower and the other by nursing the mural you had painted on his neck, laving the flat of your tongue over and over again on the bruised skin, sucking until you felt your cheeks hollow out, before finally releasing it with a lewd pop.

You were only on the cusp of feeling a coil in your belly when a familiar warmth had returned to cup your chin. His thumb dug into your cheek, the rest of his fingers firm on the other side of your jaw. “Don’t hide baby,” he murmured, grinning explicitly into his words, “let them see.” With this firm authority, he had lifted you away from his neck, had turned your face and thrust you into a world that hung by its axis, threatening to spiral into darkness at any given moment.

“Let them see how good you feel with me.”

It was then that you had made first contact with Jeon Jungkook, fire against the iciness in his pupils. His hands were splayed atop each leg, unmoving, his torso was straightened, his chin dipped, unmoving. Even his partner found no other means to maintain nonchalance, much less ignorance, and was unreservedly observing the two of you with the residue of satisfaction playing on her lips.

You held his icy gaze under hooded eyes, too blissed to sense even a fraction of the intensity that poured from him. Taehyung was more enthusiastic now, having captured their attention, keen on nothing but making a good show. The quickening of his pace had set your breathing in a race against his.

“I want…” You pleaded, “I need… more.”

He broke contact with the pair to glance down at you, his smile saccharine sweet. “Say please baby.”

He had crooked his fingers upwards and continued fucking you into a new dimension of pleasure, bruising the spot that could have you fall apart under him.

“P- Please,” you gritted out. It hadn’t even been a heartbeat before he had knocked your legs apart, the force sending them swinging over his knee such that your ass had fallen fully in the space on the couch between his legs, your back to his chest, spread nice and wide for their viewing pleasure. Throughout the movement, he had not once fallen out of rhythm with you, thrusting into you at the same pace, if not even faster.

“Come for me,” he purred against the shell of your ear. You’d almost missed it amidst everything else. “Come for me and I’ll give you more.”

He had inserted the third and final finger into your cunt, his thumb working fervently at your clit, and it was only a short of matter of time before the coil in your belly had finally unwound, the muscles in your thigh rippling as he fucked through your orgasm.

The magenta lights were bleeding scarlet into your eyes as your head fell back against his shoulder, your chests heaving in unison. The small audience of two had shifted scarcely in their seats, still locked together by the arm, but otherwise in comparably innocent positions compared to the two of you. Taehyung had given you only a few seconds to catch your breath, before he was slipping a palm between your flushed bodies, pushing you into a standing position by your ass.

As you rose, you felt something soft slip down under you. Caught by your knees was the black silk panties you had tastefully donned for the event, his fingers hooked around the waistband of the petite fabric. He slid it down the remainder of your legs, guarding your waist as you gingerly stepped out of it. You shivered at the coolness.

There was movement behind you, before the same heat was applied to your back once more. You felt strong with him over your shoulder, felt bigger than Jungkook, bigger than life.

Tucking your panties into his pocket, Taehyung reached out to the couple on the sofa, smirking deviously. “Join us upstairs, if you’re still interested.”

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Michael Wolf: The man who found beauty in megacities

Image copyright Gerrit Schreurs

Hong Kong’s imposing, densely-packed tower blocks have long been a symbol of its housing crisis, which has seen tens of thousands of families in the region crammed into tiny homes.

But photographer Michael Wolf managed to find moments of beauty in the buildings that populated his adoptive home – without shying away from the harsh realities of life for the people inside.

Wolf died in Hong Kong on 24 April, at the age of 64.

He was best known for his 11-year project Architecture of Density, for which he took photos of Hong Kong’s residential blocks and cropped them so tightly that they felt even more compact.

Image copyright Michael Wolf

Image caption Architecture of Density #39 (2005)

Wolf grew up in Canada, Germany and the US, and moved to Hong Kong in 1994 to work as a photojournalist for the magazine Stern.

He spent eight years in that job before leaving in 2002. A year later, he started taking the photographs of tower blocks that would later form Architecture of Density.

Image copyright Michael Wolf

Image caption Architecture of Density #75 (2006)

The tower block images look so abstract that it takes the viewer a second to realise what they are looking at. But then, upon closer inspection, the details of individuals’ lives become clear: a towel draped over a balcony, a window slightly open, or someone’s T-shirt hanging out to air-dry.

Image copyright Michael Wolf

Image caption Architecture of Density #119 (2009)

In 2014, Wolf told the BBC: “As a photojournalist I was always aware of composition in my photographs, and one of the things I always liked doing was not letting the viewer be able to escape from the picture. So as soon as you have sky there, you look up and you can leave the picture in some form.

“It’s the same with the architecture. If you have the sky and the horizon, you know approximately how big it is, and there’s no real illusion there. By cropping it like that, I’m not describing the building any more, I’m creating a metaphor.”

Sometimes, as with his series My Favourite Thing, he would zoom in on these personal details to take an extremely close look at city life.

Image copyright Michael Wolf

Other times, he would take a big step back and study from further away, surveying the city as a whole – as with his series Hong Kong: Front Door/Back Door.

Image copyright Michael Wolf

Image caption From the series Hong Kong: Front Door/Back Door (2005)

It was not just Hong Kong that inspired him, either.

In 2014, his images of rooftops in Paris painted a picture of city life through the busy geometry of its chimneys.

Image copyright Michael Wolf

And his photos of Tokyo’s subway network, Tokyo Compression, are a much more intimate look at life in a dense city, with people’s faces physically crushed against the windows of trains.

The carriages were so full, with seemingly no possibility of escape, that most of the commuters closed their eyes, or shielded their faces with their hands.

Image copyright Michael Wolf

Image caption Tokyo Compression #18 (2010)

“Michael Wolf’s work on life in cities was always driven by a profound concern for the people living in these environments and for the consequences of massive urbanisation on contemporary civilisation,” his family said, announcing his death.

“This commitment and engagement remained central throughout his career, first as a photojournalist and then as an artist.”

Indeed, as he had explained to the BBC: “I try to put myself in their situation. I know of projects in Japan that other photographers have done, where they take pictures of salarymen at midnight taking the last train home, totally drunk out of their minds, lying unconscious on the train platform, and I think that’s terribly unfair.

“It doesn’t say anything, and it’s a form of voyeurism that I would be against. I wouldn’t do that.”

Image copyright Michael Wolf

Image caption Tokyo Compression #75 (2011)

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Guide to Sex Addiction Counseling

Addiction can come in many forms and it does not always have to do with substance abuse. Anytime a person compulsively pursues something in spite of the negative consequences it is having on their life it can qualify as an addiction. Sex is a natural part of dating, marriage and relationships but like anything else, it can be taken to the extreme and cause problems for people that lose control.

When someone becomes addicted to sex they will be consumed by their pursuit of it without being able to abstain, moderate or control their behavior. Like any other addiction, it is a progressive disease that becomes more problematic as time passes and behavior intensifies. Professional counseling and other treatment methods are usually necessary for a person to fully recover from sex addiction. There are plenty of options to talk to a counselor and get help if you are suffering from this problem.

Common Sex Addiction Signs Addiction can be quite a complex problem and it can be hard to tell when someone has developed an unhealthy and compulsive habit. If you are worried that you or someone you love might have sex addiction there are certain signs and symptoms that can help indicate that they might need help. Sex addiction is characterized by the inability to control the impulses to engage in sexual acts. This can mean that the person has sex more frequently and with more partners than they intend to. They might also need to engage in sexual behaviors more often and for a longer period of time as their addiction progresses. People with sex addiction also have compulsive problems with activities related to sex such excessive use of porn, cybersex, or voyeurism. They might spend excessive amounts of time thinking about, desiring and obsessing over sex. Eventually, as with any addiction, their behavior will start to interfere with daily responsibilities such as work, school or family obligations.

Sex Addiction Facts Most people are not very familiar with sex addiction and don’t understand what causes the behavior to occur. While there are many different factors that can lead to someone pursuing sex compulsively, one of the physical reasons is that sex (like most pleasurable activities) releases dopamine in the brain. Some people are more inclined to get addicted to the rush of dopamine that can occur from sex or other things like drugs, food or gambling. Sex addiction itself is often associated with different mental health issues. People with bipolar disorder often engage in risky sexual behavior during a manic episode and those with borderline personality disorder frequently have unsafe sex as part of a pattern of self-harm. There are a number of cases where people with sex addiction are victims of childhood sexual abuse and they repeat sexual behavior as an attempt to gain control over their early trauma.

Help from Sex Addiction Counseling Even though sex addiction can involve a lot of guilt and shame over their behavior, most addicts find it cathartic to talk with a counselor about what they have been going through. Before you go into counseling it is important to find a therapist that has plenty of education, experience and knowledge about sex addiction so that they understand your situation. A more general therapist or counselor may not have the skills necessary to deal with sex addiction so make sure to research their areas of expertise before beginning your sessions. Counselors can use different types of therapies but methods like cognitive behavioral therapy can be very helpful for this type of addiction. Counselors might also explore your personal history and address any childhood trauma, abuse or symptoms of mental illness. Talking about your behavior and past problems will allow you to find ways to resolve issues with the help of a professional.

How to Quit Porn Addiction Some people struggle with specific aspects of sex addiction such as the compulsive need to view adult material. Porn addiction can either be a component of sex addiction or its own individual problem that interferes with daily life. People often use porn as a way to numb their feelings and escape from problems that are affecting them in real life. In order to quit porn addiction you should find help from a counselor and take steps to minimize the amount of time you spend viewing adult images. Some people may be able to quit cold turkey but others might have to gradually find ways to reduce the habit. While sex is a natural and necessary part of life, porn is something that is best avoided if it is causing problems in your life. Some helpful skills are learning to identify your triggers and finding substitute activities that are more productive and allow to you cope with your emotions in a healthier way.

Help from Porn Addiction Treatment If you find it too difficult to quit viewing porn on your own or you are making very little progress then you might benefit from treatment. There are options for treatment programs available for people who have very severe addictions and need a more strict approach. Entering treatment can make it easier to completely abstain from porn use and begin the process of adjusting to abstinence. While in a treatment program, addicts will have no access to the type of websites or other materials that they normally are addicted to. They can benefit from daily counseling, group meetings and discussions that are all designed to educate patients about their addiction and teach them strategies to abstain. Addicts can also attend twelve step meetings which can be an ongoing type of therapy that they continue even after they complete treatment. Having enough support and professional help is crucial in quitting any addiction.

Quit Porn Addiction and Other Behaviors Often people who have issues with compulsive sexual behaviors do not simply suffer from one isolated problem. Many people have both a porn addiction and a sex addiction so that they also engage in frequent sexual activity as part of their illness. It can be complicated to treat multiple problems at once especially because the two have very different treatment approaches. People with porn addiction are typically asked to abstain from any use while with sex addiction patients in treatment usually must commit to a contract with themselves. People with sex addiction cannot completely eliminate sex from their lives but they must commit to avoiding problematic sexual behaviors and choose to engage in non-problematic behaviors moderately and appropriately. This agreement to change their behavior is known as their “sexual sobriety contract” and it is something they must adhere to while in treatment and continue to follow once they return home.

Drug Addict Porn Recovery Certain types of addiction can either be co-occurring meaning that there are two problems present in one individual or some addictions can become substitutes for another. This is why substance abuse and sex or porn addiction can become linked because when an individual has the tendency to become addicted they might suffer from multiple addictions. People with drug addictions may also struggle with compulsive sexual behavior and the two problems become intertwined with one behavior reinforcing the other. In other cases, an addict in recovery might struggle so much to stay sober from drugs that they end up developing another addiction such as issues with porn or sex as a kind of substitute. It is a common problem for people in recovery to trade one addiction with another because they find it difficult to combat their addictive tendencies. People with co-occurring addictions will need to receive treatment for both issues simultaneously.

Love Addiction Treatment People who struggle with sex addiction may not have relationships or love in mind when they are engaging in compulsive behavior. However, another type of problem known as love addiction involves an obsession with the rush of meeting someone new and the feeling of falling in love. People with love addiction focus on the early stages of a relationship and the excitement of infatuation, using the surge of neurochemicals they feel from love as way to escape their problems. Love addiction can cause people to lose control over their romantic fantasies as they become preoccupied to the point of obsession.

A love addict might also have trouble staying in long-term relationships and end up serial dating because they lose excitement about their partner. They might even be searching for another partner while in the midst of a relationship. With treatment people with love addiction can begin to understand the causes of their problem and find other ways to handle their emotional issues. Therapy will offer them a chance to examine their behavior and find ways to stay in relationships so that they can have more intimate bonds with their partner instead of constantly pursuing romantic fantasies.

Entering Sex Addiction Rehab There are many different subcategories when it comes to sex addiction but a good treatment center will be able to address any problem that an addict is going through. There are plenty of rehab facilities that offer residential treatment for people that are suffering from different kinds of sex addiction. If you are looking for a treatment center then you should consider calling and visiting a few different options to make sure that they offer the type of amenities and services that you need to address your personal issues. Doing some research prior to entering treatment can help you ensure that you are getting the kind of care you need in a place where you feel comfortable.

Every rehab has its own approach and a unique list of activities and therapies that they believe are optimal for treatment. The most important thing is that you feel the staff members are qualified and experienced and you are willing to comply with the facility’s rules and guidelines for recovery. Look into each staff member’s certification and education so that you can make sure they have knowledge and experience in treating people with sex addiction. Although it can be similar to other addictions in certain respects, sex addiction is a unique problem that requires expertise and training to resolve.

Improving Mental Health at Sex Addiction Treatment Centers Because there is not as much of an element of physical or chemical dependency as there is with drug abuse, much of the focus of treatment for sex addiction is on mental health and behavior. The underlying cause of sex addiction in most cases is psychological stress either from past trauma or issues like depression and anxiety. The goal in rehab is to improve some of the symptoms of any underlying mental health issues and help patients find healthier ways to cope with their emotional stress. People with various kinds of sex addictions also need to learn how to develop healthy relationships and improve their intimacy skills. They may have issues that are preventing them from being in a loving, monogamous and long-term relationship. They instead seek short term or temporary connections with people that satisfy a need to escape. In therapy they can learn how to communicate more effectively with people and start to develop healthy sexuality.

Managing Symptoms after Leaving Treatment It is not realistic or necessarily healthy for people with sex addictions to remain abstinent for the rest of their lives. Even if they spend a period of time abstaining from sex, eventually they will need to return to moderate and appropriate sexual behavior. After leaving treatment, former patients will need to continue to abide by their decisions regarding their “sexual sobriety”. That includes having healthier, more intimate relationships and being cautious about sexual activity. In order to stay on track it can be helpful for patients to continue attending twelve step groups or stay in follow up treatment so that they are less likely to relapse. It can take plenty of time and hard work to recover from an addiction, not matter what the issue may be. Spending enough time in treatment and staying vigilant after finishing a program can help you stay focused on your goals.

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"The immediate instruments are two: the motionless camera and the printed word. The governing instrument -- which is also one of the centers of the subject -- is individual, anti-authoritative human consciousness.”

-James Agee

@threeinstruments is collection of nonfiction stories told through Instagram. Each story is made up by a series of posts. The series will then be logged at threeinstruments.tumblr.com. The idea is stolen from projects like #VQRShorts, #everydayincarceration, and @neailshea12. The photographs take the place of the traditional nut graph (an idea borrowed from Jeff Sharlet). The text ranges from the straightforward to the experimental but is anchored by an old-fashioned devotion to “fact.” Call it British fact, which labels blue blue, but also has a slightly higher register -- for example, Orwell:

“I am struck again by the fact that as soon as a working man gets an official post in the Trade Union or goes into Labour politics, he becomes middle-class whether he wills it or not, ie. by fighting against the bourgeoisie he becomes a bourgeois. The fact is that you cannot help living in the manner appropriate and developing the ideology appropriate to your income.”

Autonomy -- governing instruments -- are hard to come by. Institutional support is often required to produce them. Gina Telaroli writes that “it’s extremely difficult for anyone to make a film (or write about them) these days,” noting that it’s even more difficult for women to carve out a space to do those activities as the field crumbles and is pieced back together. Reportage is no different. Publishing is democratized, but “longform journalism” is resource-intensive. To report, you need money, which re-subordinates you to gatekeepers and their preferred formats. How do you educate yourself in documentary traditions in this context? How do you go from first attempt to final product, over and over again until you feel the kinks in the wood? One answer is that you take what you can get. You poach a little from the margins. This snapshot journalism is one answer, a low-stakes environment to do little experiments, build miniatures. Poachers settle for less but win the world. They are kicked out of some garden but get a face full of sun in the alley. As Jeff Sharlet writes, “I’m interested in the snapshot aesthetic, in all the ways in which this breaks out of our convention, out of the golden age of longform, which really has never been more formulaic.”

Humans of New York dominates this medium with its easily consumable portraiture and personal narrative. Vince Cunningham at the New Yorker puts this aesthetic in a broader context, writing:

“...HONY joins organizations like ted and the Moth at the vanguard of a slow but certain lexical refashioning. Once an arrangement of events, real or invented, organized with the intent of placing a dagger—artistic, intellectual, moral—between the ribs of a listener or reader, a story has lately become a glossier, less thrilling thing: a burst of pathos, a revelation without a veil to pull away. “Storytelling,” in this parlance, is best employed in the service of illuminating business principles, or selling tickets to non-profit galas, or winning contests.”

But Cunningham points out that there are other documentary traditions that could be adapted to Instagram. In this light, projects like @VQRShorts and @EverydayIncarceration are doing something useful, if not utopian. The technology doesn’t require a lukewarm humanitarianism. It could be used to modestly report on systems, processes, and ideas. It could be used to report on fragmented lives.

What else can a story be? Stories can be different kinds of machines. Stories can be machines designed to let us follow obsessions, become auto-didacts, meet the city where it is at.

“But those who wade in will find that storytelling on Instagram is an awesome hack: a purpose for which the thing wasn’t intended, but at which it excels.”

Will these stories still become products, still be mainlined, consumed, set in the content stream, pumped in, probably. Are we still voyeurs, dead in the water, probably. We’re only poaching. This is a little practice.

“It seems to me curious, not to say obscene and thoroughly terrifying, that it could occur to an association of human beings drawn together through need and chance and for profit into a company, an organ of journalism, to pry intimately into the lives of an undefended and appallingly damaged group of human beings, an ignorant and helpless rural family, for the purpose of parading the nakedness, disadvantage and humiliation of these lives before another group of human beings, in the name of science, of "honest journalism" (whatever that paradox may mean), of humanity, of social fearlessness, for money, and for a reputation for crusading and for unbias which, when skillfully enough qualified, is exchangeable at any bank for money (and in politics, for votes, job patronage, abelincolnism, etc.1); and that these people could be capable of meditating this prospect without the slightest doubt of their qualification to do an "honest" piece of work, and with a conscience better than clear, and in the virtual certitude of almost unanimous public approval. It seems curious, further, that the assignment of this work should have fallen to persons having so extremely different a form of respect for the subject, and responsibility toward it, that from the first and inevitably they counted their employers, and that Government likewise to which one of them was bonded, among their most dangerous enemies, acted as spies, guardians, and cheats, and trusted no judgment, however authoritative it claimed to be, save their own: which in many aspects of the task before them was untrained and uninformed. It seems further curious that realizing the extreme corruptness and difficulty of the circumstances, and the unlikelihood of achieving in any untainted form what they wished to achieve, they accepted the work in the first place. And it seems curious still further that, with all their suspicion of and contempt for every person and thing to do with the situation, save only for the tenants and for themselves, and their own intentions, and with all their realization of the seriousness and mystery of the subject, and of the human responsibility they undertook, they so little questioned or doubted their own qualifications for this work.”

-James Agee

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