bakerstreet | thirst trap

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thirst trap

sex tape / dirty pictures meme

It takes a special type of person to star in a film of an erotic nature, complete with a director, good lighting, and proper set dressing. In fact, some would find all that guff the least erotic thing in the world. That's not the type of movie you're making. What you're crafting - perhaps with a costar who's very special to you - is a more intimate, amateur flick with only two people on set. Be its a longer romantic interlude to watch later on a lonely night or a quick, hardcore kinky clip, one thing's for certain: this production's for your (and your partner's) eyes only.

- Comment with your preferences, kinks, etc.
- Reply to others.
- Your character and theirs are making sexy video/picture/hieroglyphic/smoke signal of any variety,
and how you frame it (fluffy/cute, romantic, kinky, exhibitionist, etc.) is up to you. They can also just be sending each other dirty pictures or sexing it up over Skype or something. I'm not your mom, you can do what you want.
- Thread that out and have fun!

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( eyeball emoji. y/n? )

[ castmates preferred while i find his voice! ]

( vague tss spoilers ok as i haven't seen it yet. )

[ for fun? money? anything can be yours ]

[Getting acquainted with Midgarian tech? Footage from his time in Sakaar? Maybe R-rated best hits at the TVA?]

Seeing Loki have fun with the camera app was inspiration enough for Margo. Her mind is full of all sorts of ideas, but for his sake she’s decided to take it relatively slow. Tonight she’s going to introduce him to two, wonderful new things. One that will blow his mind and another that will allow him to relive the night over and over whenever he wants to view it. Yes, she’s decided that they’re going to make a sex tape.

She shows up in his bedroom by way of a portal, dressed in a trench coat and carrying a large tote bag. Her face is lit up with a devilish grin. When she looks at him there’s a certain playful gleam in her eye, a familiar look that he might recognize by now as the look she has on her face when she means to get into trouble.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Loki had never been big on Midgarian technology, often showing disdain by the way humans looked like mindless automatons when it came to the screen surrounding them. Specially those they could carry on. It was a regular sight, noticing Midgarians paying more attention to their phones than their kin.

The irony. As of late, he kept finding himself holding the device more and more often. Usually exchanging messages with Margo. Even now, sitting comfortably on a chair at he corner of his room, his phone rested on a bedside table at arm's reach.

But it wasn't his phone that interrupted his reading.

"Margo? I wasn't expecting you." He closed his book, his eyes never leaving the woman as he twisted his body, leaving his book on the seat as he got to his feet. "Now, what could that be?"

“That’s the thing about surprises,” she says with a sultry smile, beginning to reach into the tote bag. “They’re never expected.” Margo pulls out the latest model MacBook and sets it up on a nearby surface. “This is a computer. Ever seen one before? It has a camera built into it a lot like your phone does…” With a little bit of clicking around, she pulls up a live image of the bedroom on the MacBook screen. It’s recording them. She gives the camera a little smile and wave.

Tossing the tote, which still clearly has something small inside of it, onto the bed, Margo stands directly in between the laptop and Loki and begins to untie her trench coat. “And that’s only the beginning of what I have planned for you.” Opening the coat slowly, the second surprise comes into view. It’s no secret that Loki favors green and that might be why Margo chose this particular lingerie, all forest green lace hugging every curve.

“There’s something for you in the bag, too.” She smiles brightly, biting her lip. External stimulators might not be a completely new thing for Loki. Margo has no illusions about Loki’s level of experience. It isn’t like she believes his sex life begins and ends with her. Still, the Dame Pom in her bag is a new thing for the two of them and that makes it special enough.

"I've seen plenty of computers before," he pointed out, trying to not show any annoyance over feeling a tad patronized by Margo's explanation. She was not to be faulted for it, really, because even though Loki had dealed with plenty of alien tech in the past, he still struggled with certain apps of functions on his own phone.

Hands in his pockets, he walked up to Margo from behind, helping her slide the trench coat down her shoulders and helping her out of it. She wasn't wrong, finding her in that lovely set of lingery was a clear surprise that quickly uplifted his mood.

"Darling," his voice practically dripped honey, Loki licking his lips as he took a step back to properly appraise her. "You look positively divine." Taking one of her hands, he lifted it above her head in a clear encouragement for Margo to give a little spin for him.

"More presents? Is this my birthday and nobody reminded me of it?" Almost hesitating to leave her side, he stepped back, taking his time before dragging his eyes off her. Searching in the bag as she had hinted him to do, he took out the little toy. This time he was obviously puzzled by it.

"And this is...?"

Of course he’d dealt with computers before. You don’t travel to that many worlds without some knowledge of technology. Margo says nothing, but gives him a bashful, apologetic smile in response. She’ll make up for her faux pas. She’s determined to make this night one to remember. It won’t be long before Loki forgets he had anything to be cross about.

With a little laugh, Margo does a slow turn in a circle so he can properly appreciate the way she looks. “I had a feeling you’d like it.” She tosses her long, dark hair over her shoulder and looks at him with those bedroom eyes. Margo can’t wait to get him into that bed and really start their adventure.

With long, deliberate steps, she crosses over to the bed and takes a seat on the edge of the mattress. She looks up at him with that mischievous smile. “It’s just something for us to play with,” she says nonchalantly. Her hand reaches for the toy to take it off of him. Holding her thumb on one particular spot for a couple of seconds, it starts to vibrate softly and buzz at a low volume. She cups it in her palm and presses it at its lowest setting against Loki’s crotch near where she suspects his balls would be.

“Why don’t you take off your clothes?” Margo asks, her voice a purr. “You’re wearing way too many clothes and I do love to see that gorgeous body of yours.” Teasingly, she pulls her hand away from him, taking the buzzing sensation along with her.

"You do look exquisit, my dear." Her words had meant no true offense, specially not when she had come to him with surprise gifts and games. What else could probably please a trickster as much? Margo had figured which buttons to press with him, that was for sure.

Coming to her as she sat on the bed, long fingers stroked her shoulder, pushing those long locks out of the way before he started toying with one of the straps of her bra. Before he could pull it off, however, Margo placed the buzzing toy against his crotch, quickly finding the spot she had been searching for. Loki instantly became still, his mouth gapped but no words slipping of that usual silver tongue of his.

Bowing his head, he closed his eyes briefly. Upon opening them again, they showed nothing but true hunger for her.

"Of course, my queen." Unbuttoning his shirt, a quick glance towards the computer showed Loki a reflection of each of his movements. Soon, the silky, green shirt had fallen at his feet. Sticking his hips out, he unbuckled his belt. "How about you give me a hand, darling?"

There’s very little she likes more than seeing Loki look at her that way. Margo has never had any issues with her appearance. She’s always known that she’s a beautiful woman and knows how to use those charms to her advantage, but when Loki looks at her like that she feels like she could be a goddess.

She looks up at Loki with fire in her eyes. Margo goes to work immediately unfastening and pulling down his pants. Once his erection is freed she lets out a hum of satisfaction and leans forward. Taking the base of his cock in one hand, she uses her other hand to place the little buzzing toy on the underside of the base of the head. She holds it there on the lowest setting, not wanting to overwhelm him.

“Does that feel good?” Margo asks in a sultry tone, slowly sliding the Pom down his shaft, its curved shape hugging his cock in a way as it buzzes and hums along. Tonight is all about pleasing him, but seeing him react brings her all kinds of pleasure.

Bending forward, she places a kiss at the head of his penis, then licking a stripe up the shaft. Margo laughs mischievously. If he isn’t properly wound up by now, he’s dead inside.

“God, do I love your cock…”

I haven't seen you in awhile, Jyuto.

I'm not sure how much longer they intend on keeping me here. We may wrap up tomorrow.

How are you faring?

I miss you.

Need any help?

[M/F pref]

[OOC: Could either do a back and forth dirty picture sext, or a scenario where a dirty photoshoot turns into a sex tape recording]

[Photoshoot it is. You got the starter?]

"Oh that's terrific...Okay one more like that, but this time look over your shoulder and act like you're just seeing me come into the room and trying to beckon me over to you without actually lifting a finger. Don't worry about freezing in a pose. I'll let you know when you're good."

Part of Jamie knew how totally shameless this was, and under any other circumstance, he'd worry this might be taking advantage of a couple of things by having a sexy young woman do some model posing at his place, with the certainty of the pictures getting hot and heavy and the possibility that the visit might get just as hot. But then again, Faith wasn't just anyone. She knew what she liked, and she wasn't the least bit coy when it came to telling a man what she wanted from him. And she had a look that Jamie knew could absolutely melt a guy even if she was fully clothed, let alone what she had started this little photoshoot with.

"Alright that's it. Now I come into the room in 3...2...1", he begins snapping photos at will. Anything that's worth doing is worth doing well, after all.

Faith enjoys playing with pretty little toys and making money in the process. She's not ashamed of her body, rather she revels in the power she has in the way she wields it. It's her greatest weapon, and she's got a goddamn arsenal.

This one had an ego the size of Texas and she liked that about him. Liked it better when she got him to stop talking and make her come, more. Still, she takes the directions he gives and does her best Blue Steel, stripping off a little more of her clothing at a time until she was down to bra and panties.

"Think I might need help with the clasp on this thing."

Faith needs no such help. She's pretty sure she's better at taking off a bra one handed than most playboys are.

He grins back at her as he snaps the last of a series of pictures of her stripping. He knows damn well she's not having the slightest bit of trouble unclasping her bra, and he could damn well call her on it so he can continue to photograph her stripping topless, but for someone like Faith, he has no need to do that when she's this eager for a little fun.

Placing his camera on a tripod and setting it to interval photographs, say every 30 seconds or so, he steps into frame and walks slowly up behind her, pressing himself up against her back, sliding one hand teasingly over her panties, and planting a teasing kiss to the side of her neck as his other hand slides up her back and starts working the clasp of her bra.

Indeed he's not as gifted at one-handed removal as she is...he needs to work the clasp one hook at a time, but he does manage to get it done, pushing the straps of her bra down her shoulders and letting it drop softly to the floor before his hand reaches up to begin fondling her breast as the camera shutter clicks.

"How's that?" he murmurs before giving her earlobe a gentle tug with his teeth.

[AUs, canon and crosscanon welcome!

You're more likely to convince Reko of this if you're already flirting / in a relationship or casual thing already so assumed CR is helpful.

Or heck maybe she or you are sending dirty things to others and a misfire happens.]