Some rainy day guitar (at Portland, Oregon)
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Riding and camping over the Deschutes this weekend with Logan (at Deschutes River)
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Late Summer Rambling (at Portland, Oregon)
I actually took some pictures this year! (at Oregon Country Fair)
I actually took some pictures this year! (at Oregon Country Fair)
I actually took some pictures this year! (at Oregon Country Fair)
Grainy pictures from a grainy city (at Portland, Oregon)
Last weekend at @jasong043 ’s vinyard (at Gaston, Oregon)
A little jazzy imrpov doodle for a sunny day (at Portland, Oregon)
Vintage 1972 #Fender #Telecaster #Thinline spotted at @capsulemusic #Toronto.
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animals sit in the woods and scream “I WANT TO FUCK!!!!!!” and thats just the culture
Sunny daze and cool shadez
PC: @ohnovectro
This picture was way too good not to repost (at Cathedral Park, Portland, Oregon)
Pretty little bridge in a pretty little city. (at Tilikum Crossing)
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DISCLAIMER: I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE
Filling a request from 🐝anon in which reader and Connor go to art school (maybe scad b/c bees!!) and have life drawing sex
It’s freshman year, and you met Connor in your orientation group a couple months ago. He was snarking under his breath about some stupid tour or presentation and you heard him and giggled a little, and when he heard that he turned to see you and thought “damn, they’re fuckin cute.”
He kept snarking and you joined in, because a lot of it really is stupid, and by the end of the day you two have smoked a joint together and become buds™ because he didn’t think enough of himself to believe you’d ever see him in a romantic or sexual way.
Fast forward a few months, and you two are in life drawing class together. You both missed a class and need to make up the drawings, so you offer to pose for each other. Nbd, people do this in art school all the time (srsly) and after all, that’s what buds™ are for.
You meet up in his room while his roommate has class, both a little nervous, and decide y'all need to get bake-ed before you get naked.
Once you’re both good and high you play a game of rock, paper, scissors to pick who models first: spoiler alert, it’s you.
You strip shyly and ask Connor how he wants you to pose, but he’s too flustered to explain it well, so he ends up kind of positioning you himself, like you’re one of those wooden models artists use.
His hands are soft but shaking, and you pretend not to notice.
He finally gets you how he wants you and starts his 30 minute sketch. He’s using charcoal because he’s a black-loving edgelord.
He has you sit on his bed with your legs in a sort of 4 shape and starts blocking in your basic shapes- the curve of your waist, the tilt of your shoulders, the swell of your breasts. Your eyes meet and you feel yourself flush as you look away.
“No moving,” he says. You aren’t the only one who’s red.
“Sorry.”
He keeps drawing. Your eyes dart around the room, expertly avoiding his. Look at the floor, the ceiling, the…bulge in his pants? Was that always there?
Something must show on your face, because he asks what’s wrong.
“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong!”
Connor’s not convinced. “Do you need a stretch break? Honestly, y/n, you don’t have to do this.. I could just take a reference photo..” He stops immediately, wide eyes get wide and gaping mouth. “I mean- not for- I wouldn’t…Jesus, put me out of my misery…”
He’s so flustered, and it’s fucking adorable. You decide to have a some fun with that.
“So you wanna take dirty pictures of me, Murphy?” you ask, raising an eyebrow but otherwise staying still.
“What? No!” he splutters.
“No? Don’t like what you see? Because that bulge in your pants tells a different story.”
His expression resembles a demented goldfish. You uncross your legs and spread them, stretching out the stiff muscles. Connor drops his charcoal, and it shatters as it hits the floor.
“Y'know, with a picture you could see me like this whenever you w-”
“Ok, I get it! Connor got a boner while you were modeling! Gross! God, this was a stupid idea, I don’t even know what I was thinking. Sure, Con, you can keep it cool with y/n sitting naked in your bed! Fuckin idiot.” He’s running his hands through his hair and pulling at it a little.
“It’s not gross.”
“What?”
“It’s not gross. It’s…flattering.”
“My dick getting hard is flattering?” You nod. “…Prove it.”
You stand up and start walking toward Connor. “Shit, y/n, I didn’t mean you- you don’t have to-”
“I know, Con. I want to. I’ve wanted to since orientation.” You’re in his space now, your nudity a stark contrast to his pants and long sleeves.
“But I thought you..why didn’t you say something?” You shrug.
“I didn’t think you were interested.” He grabs your hand and slowly brings it toward his clothed cock, watching your face for any signs of distress, hissing when you finally make contact.
“I’m very interested.”
His cock is long and hard under your hand as you palm him through his pants. “So you wouldn’t mind if…” you trail off as your lips slowly get closer to his. He can’t take it anymore. He pulls you into a fierce, passionate kiss, one that speaks of pent up longing, and you kiss back until you run out of breath. He trails kisses down your neck and starts grinding into your hand when you moan.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Mm.” Your grip on his cock gets firmer. He tries to stifle a moan.
You pull back a bit. “I’m naked,” you say.
He laughs, not unkindly, and says “No shit.”
You swat his shoulder. “I was going to say you should join me, but if you’re gonna be difficult…”
“I’ll be good!” it comes out muffled as he briefly gets stuck stripping his shirt. “See? Getting naked! Best behavior.” He’s teasing, but he isn’t. You unbutton his pants and give his dick a light squeeze over his boxer briefs.
“Good. Now these,” you say as you push down his pants. As they fall to his ankles you pull Connor in for another searing kiss, moving your free hand from his chest to his long hair. You give a light, experimental tug and feel his cock twitch in your hand through his underwear. He moans louder this time, and you smile into the kiss.
“What?” he asks. He’s panting slightly.
“Connor Murphy, you kinky little shit!”
He grins. “Guilty.”
“And here I was thinking you’d be good for me,” you tease, trailing your lips down his neck, down his chest, down his stomach. He giggles lightly when you tongue his belly button. It’s fucking adorable.
“So good,” he promises while you work your way into his underwear. You run your fingers through his pubic hair with one hand and grab his ass with the other, inching the fabric down further. Your hand accidentally bumps against his cock and Connor whimpers. “Please.”
“Please what?” You smile into his belly, your chin grazing the tip of his dick if he moves just so.
“Please, let me fuck you.”
This was…unexpected. You’d hoped but never believed you’d be in a position to have sex with Connor, and definitely not when HE was the one asking YOU.
“Y/n?” he says, breathy and desperate.
“Yeah, Connor?” you look up from kneeling in front of him.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
You stand up abruptly.
“Y/n?”
“Get on the bed, Connor.”
“What?”
You finally pull his underwear down. His hard cock bounces slightly in the air, and the look on his face tells you that his patience is wearing thin.
“Get on the bed, Connor.” He moves to comply, pulling you with him with hungry kisses and a hand on your ass. You’re so wet from seeing him like this, being wanted like this. You push him down to the bed and straddle his lap, just inches from where he wants you.
“Y/n!” Connor whines, “Fuck, y/n, I need you…Please…Fuck…” You kiss him mid-whimper and slowly, loosely give his cock a test stroke. His back arches up off the bed on the downstroke when his foreskin moves to fully expose his wet tip. (Don’t @me I like that hc) You use your free hand to push him back down by the shoulders.
“Be good!” He keens desperately. You set a rhythm with your strokes, holding him down and kissing his temple, neck, clavicle, nipples, listening for the place that gets the best reaction…until you stop. Drop his dick. Get off his lap. He sits up.
“Y/n? Is everything ok?”
“Did I say you could move?” He quickly lies back down. “Good. I’m just looking for a condom.”
“Other drawer.”
“Gotcha.” The box is new. “Getting laid a lot, I see.” He flushes.
“Hasn’t been anyone else I really want to fuck,” he mumbles.
A shiver shoots down your spine. Connor holds back a moan as you roll the condom down his length. You take his hands and put them above his head.
“I can’t hold you down for this part, but don’t move,” you tell him. He nods. You slowly sink his sheathed cock into your wet core as you lower yourself back down into his lap. You can see his hands twitching to touch you and once you’re fully seated on his cock you decide to put the poor boy out of his misery.
“You can move now.”
Instantly his hands shoot up. One palms your breast. The other starts rubbing circles on your clit, and you begin to ride him in earnest.
“Fuck, y/n…” he moans, and you don’t think your name has ever sounded sexier. His hips pick up on your rhythm and thrust weakly to meet you, hitting a spot within you that makes you see stars.
“Shit, Con, do that again.”
A wicked grin appears on his face. “What? This?” He thrusts again. And again. And again, while the fingers on your clit get faster. You feel something building within you until it snaps. Your hips buck erratically as you come, moaning. He moves a few more times, getting louder and louder, eyes squeezing shut, keening your name as he comes.
You pull off of him and take care of the condom, then cuddle into his side with a sweet kiss.
@problematicc-favs @🐝 anon
I wanted to just submit this to Sin Mom but this is a sideblog and I don’t really wanna put my main blog because I have to be a grown up.
