Oscar Isaac - Blog Posts
So I feel like Steven would secretly be into that - sneaking off into corners and trying not to get caught. If he had someone he was into who couldn't keep their hands off him, even in public? That sweetheart would melt. You could absolutely talk him into joining the mile high club or joining you in the bathroom for a quickie. He'd be so down
Let the fanfic gods decide your fate!
You x THIS CHARACTER and THIS KINK
Is he the worst? Yes. Would I still do terrible things to him? 100%
This guy knocks on your front door in the middle of the night...
I feel like it's gotta be fake relationship with him. If he's already offering to carpool for money, what's faking a relationship? And then, who knows what might happen?
Spin the wheel
Well. I can certainly deal with that! He could chase me around the woods any time...
Mythical Creature Oscar Isaac Character!
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Oh yes! How could I not have a great time with this ridiculous man? And you know he knows all the best places to eat and have fun on any planet.
⭐️Spin the Wheel!⭐️
Which sweetheart is taking you out?
Then rise. Rise and live again as my fist of vengeance. As my Moon Knight. — Oscar Isaac as Marc Spector in MOON KNIGHT | 1.05 Asylum
Sowwy 😊
Steven Grant behind the scenes of Moon Knight
Moonscarab cuties for the lovely @marcspectrr 💜
OSCAR ISAAC and MAY CALAMAWY Marvel Studios: Assembled “The Making of Moon Knight ”
Yes, absolutely yes.
Oscar Isaac + Kissing
Star Wars Episode IX (2019) || Scenes From A Marrige (2021) || The Card Counter (2021) || A Most Violent Year (2014)
Taglist: @the-little-ewok @fisforfulcrum @mypedrom @prettylilhalforc
I miss these smol beans ✨
Please make more moon knight I'm begging 🌙✨😭
Hold You Me
Awww...these cute patoots. Pedge and I managed to get sick, but I think it's a good sign that my immune system is rebooting. I've been having so much fun with our coloring book, it's very meditative. Also working on a new Tim Rockford fic that parallels "In Cold Blood" for Pedge's Bookshop.
*the original post from IG @elviralind
I know there's a lot of discord regarding the positive and negative use of AI, so I just want to transparently share. After rendering as a photoshop sketch I trace and then detail colorize by hand on my i-pad. The whole process takes about 24-48 hours. I ABSOLUTELY do not have the ability to free hand this beauty, it's just a hobby and a way to relax...
Anyone else weirdly obsessed with pirates and ancient Egypt at the same time?
You know a marvel movie/show is getting serious when someone puts a ball cap on. Marc and Steven are going into deep cover. I don’t even know who this man is
Here I am, here I remain!
OSCAR ISAAC as Duke Leto Atreides in DUNE (2021) dir. Denis Villeneuve
happy birthday to our fav flyboy Oscar Isaac <3
Inside Llewyn Davis 2013 | dir. Ethan & Joel Coen
𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗
𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
llewyn davis x reader
𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤: face sitting
warnings: piv sex, obvious face sitting, oral (f receiving)
word count: 1.4k
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(a/n; there's a part inspired by this post, hi @my-secret-shame <3)
Today was one of those days. Not especially a tiring one, but a long one, one that seemed to drag out forever, that felt like was never gonna end.
You had understood this the second Llewyn joined you at your table at the Gaslight.
He didn’t tell you much; didn’t need to. He had an expressive face, but you liked the idea that you had somehow come to know it all by just looking at his eyes.
He had quietly settled beside you, capturing your lips in a kiss before lighting himself a cigarette and watching the act in front of him until the time would come for him to play.
The day only seemed to get painfully longer as he got on stage, having to witness Pappi taking advantage of the situation to hit on you despite knowing damn well that Llewyn was your boyfriend; he would punch him in the face if Pappi wasn’t the one to let him play at the Gaslight, if he wasn’t contributing to the rare occasions for him to make some money.
The moment you got home is the moment you truly realized how done he was, how exhausting carrying the weight of his day over his shoulders had been.
You watched as he hastily and messily kicked off his shoes, throwing his coat over the nearest surface, and you followed closely as he quickly beelined to the bedroom to then sprawl onto your bed, tapping his lap to invite you to straddle him.
So you did, knees as either side of him, his hands gently rubbing up and down your thighs as he told you about his never ending day.
It was endearing, the way he was looking up at you and smiling lovingly, as if it was the only thing he still had the strength for. You ran your hand through his hair as you listened to him talk, your fingers grasping his chin to kiss him once he was done.
Both of his hands grabbed the back of your neck to bring you closer and deepen the kiss, shifting to roam down your body once his tongue slipped inside your mouth.
His fingers toyed and fiddled with the waistband of your trousers, and it didn’t take long for you to decide to remedy that, stripping out of your clothes as he mirrored your actions, sighing as you eventually lowered yourself down onto his cock while he lit a cigarette.
There is something so deeply arousing about this, about him nonchalantly smoking his cigarette while you are riding him.
It is a slow pace, almost lazy; a focused frown has grown over Llewyn’s face, cigarette tucked between his lips, one hand settled at your hips, guiding you up and down, his other hand trapping the stick between his fingers, momentarily pulling it away from his mouth to mindlessly blow the smoke to the side, eventually putting it out once it is done consuming.
You lean to kiss him now that his mouth is accessible, his tongue mingling with yours, the familiar taste of nicotine in his warm breath.
His hand sets at your cheek while you kiss, shifting to tangle in your hair, setting over your waist when you pull away once it becomes necessary.
“Stop riding me” his voice is sudden, a bit rough, and you oblige. You stop, immediately interrupt the rolling of your hips, afraid something is wrong, but his thumb is gently rubbing circles over your skin so you’re even more confused.
“I wanna try something” he declares as he shifts to adjust his position, tucking the pillow comfortably under his head.
Your curiosity is piqued, you’re always eager to try new things with him. You raise an eyebrow and your mouth starts to gape to ask for what he has in mind, but he speaks before you get the chance to.
“Ride my face” he suggests as his hands settle back to your hips, and he feels you clench around him as he pronounces the words.
Oh.
You had experience in riding him, but not that way.
Llewyn had also eaten you out plenty of times before, but always in ways where he could control what he was doing, and where there were no actual risks for you to harm him.
“Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you” you mutter just loud enough for him to hear, your hand coming to wrap around his forearm.
“Dove, if I suffocate in your pussy I’ll be the happiest man on earth.” he jokes, a playful, reassuring smile over his face as he squeezes your sides, a laugh slipping from your mouth. “You’re not gonna hurt me angel”
You nod, the simultaneous feelings of apprehension and excitement pooling in your belly.
You lift a leg up to lift yourself up from his cock, a small whine leaving your mouth at the loss, shifting to then crawl and place yourself so you could straddle his chest.
“You’re sure about this?” you ask, looking down at him.
“A hundred percent. C'mon, get that pretty thing over my face"
You get yourself onto your knees, either of them caging his face, and he licks his lips as he takes in the sight above him, staring at the slick starting to drip down onto the insides of your thighs.
“If something’s wrong, slap my thigh real hard” you suggest.
He scoffs, gripping onto your hips. “Sure thing, c’mon baby.”
You bite down onto your bottom lip, cautiously lowering yourself down onto his face, holding tight onto the headboard of the bed, careful not to put your whole weight down on him.
You can’t help the moan that slips from your lips; the first contact of his tongue over your folds feels heavenly, and a small gasp quickly follows when he pulls down onto your hips to bring you closer to his face, almost smothering himself in you.
“Shit, Llewyn” you keen, your head dropping as you bite down onto your lip.
His hand quickly comes to fist his cock, missing the feeling of your tight cunt around it though really, the taste of it and your sounds alone could work him to an orgasm.
Words can barely escape from your mouth, you're only able to deliver parts of them when he’s mouthing at your cunt like a starved man, licking into you like it was the last time he was ever going to.
“O-ooh yeah– just like that” you whine as the abrasive feeling of his beard against your sensitive skin brings an extra sensation, starting to really roll your hips onto his face, truly fucking yourself on his tongue, way less cautious about your movements now that pleasure has taken over your other senses.
“Baby, I’m close,” you breathe out after some time, – quicker than usual, frankly – struggling to get the words out between moans, the task so challenging when his nose starts rubbing against your clit.
He hums into you in response, the hand at your hip squeezing harder onto your flesh, the hand at his cock pumping it more firmly to make sure you would both cum at the same time.
Your eyes squeeze tight, nails almost digging in the wooden headboard when the feeling grows inside of you and makes your mouth fall agape, a long, broken, noise-complaint-worthy moan escaping as you cum over his tongue.
Llewyn’s low, deep grunt resonates against your sensitive pussy as he fists his cock and pulses into his own hand, the vibrations of the moans and grunts leaving his mouth prolonging your climax as you come together.
You climb off of him once it’s over for the both of you, placing yourself beside him, still standing onto your numb, shaking knees, your forehead resting against the brim of the headboard while you try to catch your breath and regulate the beating of your heart.
“Good?” he asks, and you can hear the slight rasp in his voice after being deprived of air for some time.
“Are you kidding me” you chuckle, breathless. “That mouth of yours has other talents than just singing.” you turn and really sit on the bed, giving your quivering legs a rest.
You look down at him as he chuckles, his mouth and bearded chin glistening with your juices, the sight making your stomach turn in the best way possible.
Then it hits you, the delayed worry, the possibility that it might have not been enjoyable for him, or maybe even uncomfortable.
“Was it alright for you? Did I hurt you?”
“Did you feel me slap your thigh real hard?”
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄
𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
poe dameron x reader
𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤: love bites
warnings: mentions of sex... come on guys it's kinktober, so obviously. aside from the obvious ones because of the kink, I don't think it has any warnings!
word count: 0.5k
updates blog: @eyelessupdates
“Better make use of that scarf of yours” you’d told him teasingly, leaving a kiss at his shoulder when he examined his neck in the refreshers mirror.
The surface was covered in bite marks and hickeys, small trails of red and purple spots covering his olive skin, the contrast of the colors faint yet …noticeable by the quantity.
"It's not even cold" he murmurs, the tip of his fingers lightly grazing the area, head tilted to the side so he could access it.
You press yourself closer to him, your chest pressed flush against his back, your lips almost grazing his ear.
"Well, if you prefer everyone knowing what their commander did tonight…" you whisper, smiling, and he chuckles at your words, a snide smirk over your face as you wrap your arms around his waist, tucking your face in the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss over the fresh marks on his warm skin.
You hadn’t even meant to mark him that much, at first.
It had been a long, prolonged session of languid, slow love making, and when you had changed positions and started ever so slowly and lazily bouncing on his lap after a couple orgasms, you noticed the thin, shiny overlay of sweat having built up over his neck, and you had been rather enticed by the idea of licking it off of him.
A low grunt coming deep from his throat had left his mouth when you tasted the saltiness of his skin as you simultaneously licked and kissed it, his hands gripping tighter and his fingers pressing harder onto your hips, guiding you up and down his cock as he threw his head back to give your mouth more access.
Despite how pleasant it was at the moment, he hadn’t anticipated the remnants of your actions over his skin, and he should have known, considering how eagerly you had begun to bite and suck at his neck, the work of your mouth contrasting with the lazy rolling of your hips, the only energy left after your few orgasms now poured into abusing his muscular neck and tender skin.
He could not say he was mad at you, though.
There was something exciting about seeing his reflection in the mirror, the colored spots over his neck standing out and proving he was yours, and you were the one that did this to him, that claimed him.
Maybe if positioned correctly, the collar of his flight suit would cover them, and no one would know, and this option would be the most professional one, but the most boring one.
He could use a little spice, and he knew that everyone would notice but no one would actually dare asking questions about it, and something about this fact lit something in him.
"You know what," he starts, watching into your eyes as you lift your head from the crook of his neck and look at him through the mirror. A smirk grows over his lips.
“I think I want them to know.”
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OSCAR ISAAC 2023 | SAG-AFTRA and WGA Strike Picket Line, New York City (September 14)
the cuntery of it all