#the polaroid one is pretty final the other one is just an idea of him getting a full cryptid sleeve

[roger-paladino]

my modern iteration/au Roger and his tattoo ideas

[unknownmads]

CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT INMATE TOJI AND CUTE LITTLE Y/N WHOS SO NAIVE TO BIG BAD TOJI

CW: Slight smut (mentions of his pp🤭)

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thinking about Prison toji who you met when your college has you do a little project in your criminal psychology class. The project was make a penpal get to know them ask why they are in prision, what their lives before was like, do they regret what they did etc. basic questions of course all you had to do was get the most information out of the penpal about their personal lives as you could.

Prison Toji who only signed up for the program because it was part of his latest court order saying he ‘needed more understanding’ so a penpal would give him a friend while they stay safe😭 he ofc hated the idea and thought it was the dumbest shit ever. until he got his first letter, from you (duh).

Prison toji who got mail for the first time and it was a little white envelope with a cute little sticker sealing it. He deadpanned *is my penpal an idiot these letters are for a prison not a daycare* he silently judges examining every detail as he opened the letter. i read the letter taking in every little personal detail you shared with him, your cute little name, how you loved your cat, how you’re new to the city only just moving for school, of course the boring questions for him as well. But at the very end of the letter he noticed an extra little note.

Ps. i left a few photos of myself along with some of my cat! i think it’s only fair since i got to see your photo on the website

Prison toji who grabs the envelope he previously had thrown to the side and pulls out 3 polaroids. One of you and probably your cat you’re dragging it into the photo with a big grin on your face. the second is a photo of your face a soft smile on your lips meant for whoever took the photo but Toji couldn’t help but wonder if that little smile was for him. Until he pulls out the third photo it’s a full view of you, you’re out in the city dressed all out, and Toji couldn’t help but know you chose that photo just for him.

Prison Toji who can’t wait to finally get some alone time so he can truly appreciate your pretty photos. And immediately goes to write you back answering all your cute little questions. Telling you where he lived before, how he ended up there, telling you what he did for work before (Surprise he sold drugs😍), telling you what he does to occupy his time here (he works out he just wanted an excuse to tell you how strong he is), and he asks you some questions.

Prison Toji who has been relentlessly flirting with since you started writing to him, asking if you had a boyfriend, how your school was going, why you moved to the city, how a cute lil thing like you is still single. You had been writing each other for a few weeks now which is a lot less than you think when you know how long mail takes. But your letters to each other are long. answering every little thing each other asks, learning about one another more and more. You had really connected so you finally ask him the big question he read the words as clear as day.

~Do you think i could come pay you a visit? ~

Prison Toji who had to immediately write back answering the most important question first.

~ And doll, you can come visit me anytime id love to finally meet you and see your pretty face in person~

he wanted to be nonchalant.

Prison Toji who was sitting in bed looking at your photos when he was called

“Zenin, you’ve got a visitor. away from the door.”

Prison Toji silently followed standing on the other side of the cell while the guard came in to handcuff him and bring him to the visiting area. Once he was in the room his cuffs connecting him to the table he waited. until he heard the door open again. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he saw the guard guide you in. You were wide eyed taking in the new environment until they landed on him.

Prison Toji was large, you knew he was tall and muscular thanks to his letters and photo but nothing could have prepared you for the real deal. Eyes widening even more when you fully take him in. seated At the grey metal table his hands on the table as the guard had told him to. his hair poking at his eyes which were staring drinking you in. his lip in a smirk helping you notice the scar on it which you couldn’t really see from the grainy prison photos. His shirt stretched against his muscles showing off a few tattoos hidden along his skin. the view making you squeeze your thighs together to release some of the pressure building.

Prison Toji who took in as much of you as he could as he watched you shuffle into your seat across from him, enjoying how you squirmed slightly within his gaze, his smirk growing into an almost full smile.

“hey doll it’s good to finally meet you.”

[murdrdocs]

repressed and desperately horny luke who has never seen a porn video vs new to camp reader who used to be able to watch it whenever they wanted but now can't even flick the bean in peace

oh and maybe reader who gives Luke a dirty polaroid or two they've been hiding before they leave camp for the fall

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🦣 anon strikes again omg. this concept actually makes me all giddy i want it to be something Bigger hence the informal format but just follow me here okay.

just thinking about ya'll finding each other in a moment of need. fate, really, if either of you believed in the concept. you, grumpy and insatiable from lack of proper sexual satisfaction, and luke, knowing he's feeling something but he doesn't know how to expel the need. sure he jacks off sometime, but not nearly as much as a guy of his age usually would.

so there you are, grumbling about, eyes narrowed, mimicking the behavior of ares kids (your possible siblings but it's anyone's guess at this point) and luke just has to go and be the mediator, asking what's got you so down. of course, you're wound up so tight, and a little grateful that someone your age has asked the question because you can finally tell the truth.

out comes your dirty secrets. your longing for peace and quiet to get off. your slightly remorseful nature because you had no idea that you were that reliant on pornography to help you out. and luke is just standing there, ears reddening as he suddenly finds the trees behind you incredibly interesting.

but luke is a Problem Solver, so he awkwardly has a suggestion for you. "the showers right before the bonfire are usually pretty deserted. and for your ..." he scratches a nonexistent itch behind his ear. "other problem, my brothers have some old magazines i could lend to you."

you snort, arms folding as you pretend to be disinterested. but really anything would satiate you at this point. "what are they? women on motorcycles? maybe an old playboy mag?"

luke shrugs. "dunno. never seen 'em."

and it takes you a second. a really long, tense, and warm (for luke) second where you eye him up. noticing his stance, taking in his clipped words, how he said them. and it occurs to you that little demigod luke, having been at camp half blood since 14, has never seen what the world has to offer in the pornography department. or if he has, he hasn't seen the porn of today.

and unfortunately, it's impossible for you to fix his issue in naivety. there are no phones in camp and even if there were, you don't think the service out here would be all too good. which leaves you to improvise.

you do end up getting the mags from the hermes boys, critiquing their selection with a scrutinized glare at the pages, flicking through them with the edge of your shirt to avoid any remnants. and then you report back to luke, telling him to give them a look, prefacing it by telling him that things now are much more entertaining. slyly hinting at your ears being open if he wanted to give his opinion.

which, he does. standing awfully close to you at the bonfire one night, body turned just a little so he can speak lowly.

"there's ... things better than that out there?"

you nod, affirming his statement while attempting to hide a small smile. the magazines were barely pornography in your eyes, women in manufactured poses to appeal to men. skin artificially smoothed, their cunts shockingly dry, their poses so meticulous. it lacked the emotion and desire that you enjoyed to watch.

and poor luke didn't even know the half of it.

at least you do introduce him to what he could be consuming just before you leave camp that summer, sliding him two polaroids you'd managed to take.

one of you in the showers, body littered with clumps of suds. your skin shining from the overhead light which gleams from the water along your body. it's taken from a low angle, the side of your backside being the main focal point with your tits at the top just barely making the cut.

and then the other is much more lewd, showing luke what the magazines should have. you, on your back in a camp bed, wearing nothing but your standard issued shirt which is bunched up around the waist. your free hand is between your spread thighs, two fingers clearly singled out to spread your lips and reveal just how wet and shiny your cunt is. and after one of his many sessions of getting off over it, the post nut clarity manifests as hyper analyzing for luke.

he notices the familiar pair of shoes off to the corner, the pillowcase he had one of his brothers sneak in last summer, the stain he's never been able to get out of his fitted sheet.

and suddenly the picture has new meaning for him.

[living-dead-author]

Horror characters reactions to their s/o leaving sexy Polaroids around the house for them

Had this idea for a bit and I finally got around to writing it for y'all. I'm going to try and post regularly but because of everything I have going on right now I might not be able to for a bit.

Characters Included: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Peter Strahm, Asa Emory, and Bubba Sawyer

Content Includes: 18+ material do not interact if you are underage, explicit mentions of nude photos taken of reader, implied sex, GN reader, implied male masturbation, masturbating to readers pictures, brief mentions of murder

Bo Sinclair

Coming home after a long day working Bo expected to find you waiting for him like you usually do. But tonight is different. Tonight you're nowhere to be found. But when Bo takes his first step inside he finds a Polaroid at his foot, but not just any Polaroid, it’s a Polaroid of you wearing nothing but your underwear.

Bo walks further into the house and what does he find? More and more Polaroids of you in sexy positions that you know is going to drive him nuts. By the time he gets upstairs he’s straining hard against his pants and he had to undo his belt.

And when Bo finds you after gathering up all of your little Polaroids, you're in for a wild night. He won't even give you a chance to say anything he'll just corner you against somewhere and lay out all of the Polaroids in front of you while whispering in your ear, "Yer a little tease ain't ya? With yer god damn little pictures. Well get ready darlin', I'm just getting started."

Lester Sinclair

When Lester wakes up you're still asleep, and he doesn't like making you wake up as early as he does so he lets you sleep in. But today while he was getting ready he kept finding these sexy Polaroids of you around the house. You in these pretty lingerie pieces, sexy poses, provocative stances.

He obviously gets turned on, but he thinks this might have been for when he got home later in the day. So he puts them all back where he found them and he ignores the throbbing in his pants while he tries to deal with getting ready.

But when he gets in his truck to leave for the day and he pulls down that sun visor, another Polaroid falls down into his lap. This one shows you in a position so utterly sexy to him he has to go back inside and jump into bed with you, waking you up with kisses as he groans about how hard you've made him.

Peter Strahm

After getting home late one night from a grueling week of work Peter is looking forward to having some time to himself. But when he steps inside the house and sees a Polaroid picture of you taped there, he had to get a better look. Of course this Polaroid was of you, dressed up in a sexy outfit, posing in front of a mirror.

Peter swallows hard and uses his detective skills in a much more fun way tonight. He goes around the house, gathering up all the other Polaroids you hid everywhere before spreading them out on the kitchen table of your house. Looking over all of them get's him undeniably hard. Knowing that you're already asleep, he's not going to wake you. So for now Peter takes care of this issue himself, while looking down at your pretty pictures.

After cleaning up he gets into bed with you and cuddles up close against you. Now in the morning when you try and pull away from him, he's not going to let you get away so soon. He needs to have a little talk with you about those Polaroids, he's sure you'll understand.

Asa Emory

Coming back to his town house like any other day, checking the mail and setting it down, going into his office, not expecting anything different. But then he sees a Polaroid sitting on his desk. He doesn't remember taking one. He picks it up and sees you in it, naked and posed in a sexual manner.

Asa knows that there are others hidden around the house, and seeing that you're out at the moment, he's going to find them all, then the camera you used. As he keeps gathering up these Polaroids he keeps getting more and more turned on, especially seeing some of the things you've done to yourself in these pictures.

When you get home he's waiting for you in his office, the Polaroids neatly laid out in a uniform fashion with the camera sitting nearby. "Sit." Is all he's going to tell you for the time being before he has you handle the growing issue you gave him.

Bubba Sawyer

When the two of you finally get to be alone in the house together Bubba expected some sexy activities, but he didn't expect to go around the house finding Polaroids of you in such sexy manners. His eyes get fixated on the Polaroids in his hands as he goes around gathering them all up.

Bubba isn't exactly a spring chicken when it comes to nudity and sex. He sees naked people all the time when he's cutting up victims, but this is different. This gets him excited in an entirely new way.

When he finally finds you he's so wound up from all of the Polaroids you gave him that all he's able to do is pick you up in his huge arms and carry you off into the bedroom to have some fun times in there. Maybe you could try out some new poses for him in there too.

[artdcnaldson]

thinking about pre engagement art at his first olympics. you’re doing coverage for a mag back home on some player from your hometown. but art. beautiful fucking art who you run into the morning of your first day and who you convince to come to your hotel so he can get away from the rickety little twin beds at the village. butter him up with a drink. only one, won’t hurt his game. you talk and talk you god you wish your story could be about him instead. and he stays the night in the hotel with you and is gone when you wake up but he’s left an official statement on his wonderful teammate, hometown guy, for your story that will make your boss happy. when you get home after your story star gets knocked in the round of 16 there’s flowers and your hotel has been paid off until the final. he wants to go to dinner after he wins gold and take polaroids of you w nothing but his medal on.

if u have room for 🫐 anon, i will keep homeostasis w my zweiginator emoji anon

Omg hi sorry I sat on this so long <333 RAHHHH pre engagement pretty angel curls art playing tennis at the Olympics makes me feel SO CRAZY

EEEEEP using your press pass to get access to all of his matches, even though you really should get home. Art’s dominating the court— effortless and beautiful. You’re there when he wins the gold medal match against an older, seasoned player, and he’s so gracious to the player’s face, to the press.

“It was a tough match,” he says into a microphone as you stand close by, thankful for the press badge around your neck. “I’m just lucky to get the chance to play with one of the greats.”

He smiles, charming and victorious when they take photos of him with his medal. The American flag in the background and him, the spitting image of homegrown, good old fashioned athletic talent.

The dinner is nice, fancier than you’re used to on a journalist’s budget. He’s just got a new sponsorship with Nike, so they pay for a lot. He buys a nice bottle of wine and bashfully admits he doesn’t know a lot about what makes it nice, other than the price tag. It’s charming, it’s sweet.

Sitting across from him at the table, you know he’s got less than innocent intentions for the night. Just three days ago, he had you sinking down on his cock, riding him hard and fast and crying out his name like it was a form of worship.

“Do you want to see the medal?” He asks once you’ve finished dessert.

You forget the question by the time you’re in his room in the Olympic village, when he’s mouth is on yours and his hands are ripping at your clothes. The bed is soft, plush beneath you as he drops you onto it, laid bare and wanting. You part your legs invitingly, wordlessly begging for him to strip off the rest of his clothes and bury himself inside of you.

You’d even let him do it raw— a present for his gold medal win.

But he disappears, digging in his suitcase until he retrieves the medal from within. Orange and red ribbon and a big gold medal at the center. Before you can say anything, he’s slipped it around your neck, so the gold is nestled between your breasts.

“Pretty,” he muses, fingers circling the cold medal where it rests. “Can I take a picture?”

“Yeah,” you answer quickly. He could’ve suggested anything, really, and you would’ve said yes. He was just so beautiful, so charming. You wanted to please him more than anything.

He pulls out a digital camera and powers it on. It whirrs softly as he zooms in, then snaps a photo of the medal resting between your tits. “Pose for me,” he says, but he has another idea already. His hands move up, sliding from your hip, up your abdomen, until it cups your breast in one large palm. He snaps another photo, smiling behind the camera.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he muses. He nudges your thighs apart and toys with your clit, just on the good side of teasing. Slow, insistent circles that make you grow even wetter, even needier. He zooms out, takes a full body shot (because he’ll die before he forgets this pussy) and tosses the camera to the side.

He hikes your legs over his shoulders and buries his face between your thighs— mouthing hungrily at your cunt. His tongue laves over your center, lapping at the wetness that had been steadily leaking from your cunt since dinner. He moans against you, as he nuzzles his nose against your clit to get closer and closer. “Taste so good—“ his words are mostly muffled against you, as he licks and sucks on your pussy, face shiny with slick and spit.

You cum easily, your body responding to his touches so openly. Like it’s his toy to use. He smiles up at you as you pant and tremble, cunt fluttering with aftershocks. He kisses your thigh gently, reverently.

It’s not long before he’s sinking into you. Your pussy so soft and warm and wet for him, sucking him in, aching for something to fill that empty spot inside. You whine and gasp as he nudges against your cervix, buried deep, finding home there.

“That’s it,” he hums as you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. “Pull me in deeper. Just like that.”

His pace is slow, his thrusts deep. You feel so close to him as he boxes you in, arms on either side of your head, fucking you like he’s making love. When he leans down and kisses you, it feels like heaven, which seems appropriate for a boy who looks like an angel.

[creedslove]

I was thinking about Joel working hard to buy a small gift for you until he finds a heart-shaped locket but he's embarrassed because he thinks you deserve something much better, he smuggles what he can and comes home tired but a little excited to give you the detail.

He cried the day you showed him that you put a photo of him in the locket, he hugged you very tightly, burying his face between your neck and shoulder while he tried not to make his crying sound so loud

while you petted his wavy grey hair.

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: omg baby, I am screaming and crying and throwing up at this wonderful idea, it's beautiful, lovely and sooo accurate because I'm sure this is how Joel would act underneath his rough exterior 😭

• it took Joel so long to admit how important you were to him, his true feelings for you, instead of just shrugging off and pretending he didn't care about you at all, he battled himself really hard in order to come clean with his own feelings

• but from the moment he finally admitted and allowed his old broken heart to beat faster for you, suddenly, you were the only thing that mattered to him, even if life was shit and neither of you had any perspective of future, he would die and kill for you and you knew it

• he often orbited from thinking he didn't deserve you and that you could find something better, but at the same time he was selfish and he didn't care about anything other than having you all for himself, as you were the only good thing he still had

• even if you two lived in a shitty, old, disgusting and moldy apartment, the times you spent fucking, holding and cuddling each other were the only good part of his life

• it was because of you he managed to slow down with his drinking and pills, he hadn't stopped it yet, you knew sometimes he needed it to cope with reality, but you were his favorite drug nonetheless

• he wanted to get you something nice, even if it was pretty hard to find something decent, he felt like you deserved a small treat for being his, and even if most of stuff he found was still shit, being a smuggler had it's advantages

• so when he saw the locket in the shape of a heart, he needed to have it for you, you deserved something pretty and gorgeous like you were, so he traded stuff here and there and managed to smuggle it back into the QZ so he could surprise you

• the day he gifted you the locket, you had squealed in happiness like a child and wrapped your arms around him, jumping into his embrace and kissing all over his lips and face, it was such a gorgeous gift, so thoughtful and you didn't hesitate in showing him gratitude for it

• he was so glad to see your reaction, knowing you deserved that and much more, it brought some light into his heart, to see you so glad because of a small gesture, which wasn't a small gesture to you at all

• if anything, it was a real big gesture and you knew you had to do something meaningful, there was only one thing you could place inside of it

• going to your safe box where you kept your personal objects and other significant things, you went through your polaroids; since you and Joel had snuck out of the QZ once to find stuff and you came across an old polaroid camera and some expired films at what seemed to have been a convenience store, you simply couldn't leave it behind

• yes, the lenses were a little cracked and the film was old but you managed to snap a few pictures of you and Joel - mostly against his will - and you didn't hesitate in taking one of them, cutting in the shape of your locket and placing inside of it

• when he came home from his shift that day, you flew to his lap as soon as he sat down on the couch, and wrapped yourself around him, he noticed the locked hadn't left your neck since he got you it and you smiled big

"open it!"

• you cheered pointing at it, which Joel chuckled and did as told, he didn't know exactly what he was expecting, but he knew he wasn't expecting to see his picture inside

"now I keep you next to my heart all the time Joel"

• you whispered to him, smiling at him with hopeful, loving eyes, while he felt tears springing through his own, not sure where that emotion was coming from, but it was there nonetheless

• his strong arms wrapped around your smaller frame as tight as he could and he buried his face between the crook of your neck, your hair falling all over it, as he tries muffling his sounds so you wouldn't notice he was actually crying

• Joel Miller wasn't a man to cry very often, but his old heart couldn't take that much love, kindness and innocence you had within, he didn't know why you had settled for him, a man with such an ugly past but he was never giving up that feeling for you

• of course you knew he was crying, but you decided not to say anything about it, it'd be better not to embarrass him, so instead you just clung to him, your hands caressing his graying curls, petting him so gently as you shared that embrace

• you loved Joel and he loved you, even if he didn't admit it out loud, there was no denying it

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[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Sweet Nothings

Pairing: Abraham (Grantchester) x f!reader Warnings: Dirty talk, smut. Word count: ~1.4k

Summary: They had agreed to call it quits when Abraham's community moved on from Grantchester, however, the urge to keep in touch is too powerful for either of them to resist.

Author's note: Day five of the Smuffmas prompts - "letters and lingerie". No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

Abraham had kissed her fiercely, his lips pressed tightly to hers as though he meant to steal the very breath from her lungs. He’d kissed her like it was the last time he ever would, because the reality of it was just that - he was moving on, this would be the last time their mouths would meet with such passion.

She had always known that this was coming; six weeks prior when they had begun their little tryst, they had agreed when his time in Grantchester came to an end, so too would their relationship.

That doesn’t stop the ache in her heart when that day finally arrives though, but she does her best to hold back her tears as she watches him walk away, not wanting to make this any more difficult than it already is. She swears when he looks back she sees a hint of regret cast back at her in the blueness of his gaze. Perhaps that is just her seeing what she wants to see though.

Two weeks pass, and she does her best to carry on as normal, despite the void that Abraham has left behind in her life.

That is until the day a letter passes through the letterbox, landing softly on the doormat. It’s addressed to her, though she doesn’t recognise the handwriting. Tearing it open, a warmth spreads through her chest, recognising the sender as she reads it.

Darling,

I know we said that this is it, but I can’t stop thinking about you. The pillow on my bed that you laid your pretty head upon still smells like you. I miss the warmth of you, the way your body fits against mine. I can still picture your smile, still hear your laugh, and I think I’m going crazy without you.

I’m sorry if hearing from me is upsetting for you, I just can’t stand the idea that some other bloke will make you smile, make you laugh, make you moan like I used to. I don’t expect you to write back, but I’d be over the moon if you did. We’re camped up at a place called Yaxley, just outside of Peterborough. If you do decide to write back, address it to the Yaxley post office, and I’ll pick it up. I’ll check every day to see if you’ve written.

Yours, always,

Abraham

The penmanship is a barely legible scrawl, and the letter is riddled with spelling errors, yet she can’t deny it makes her pulse race to know that he’s missing her, so she snatches up a pen and paper and writes back straight away.

Over the following weeks they write to each other frequently, talking about their days, professing their yearning for each other, and with every exchange their words grow more heated and passionate.

She gets an idea when one of his letters states that he is “missing the pretty little pink thing” she used to wear for him, knowing exactly the lingerie set he’s hinting at.

Slipping on the satin French knickers and matching brassiere, the material feels silky soft against her skin. Butterflies flutter in her belly remembering how the last time she’d worn this, Abraham had peeled it off her, his bright eyes following the path of it as it had fallen away from her body.

Setting up the polaroid camera, she takes several photos of herself in various provocative poses - ones she knows will make his blood run hot - jutting out her hip, pushing out her chest, arching her back, accentuating her curves and all of his favourite places to touch her.

Once she is satisfied that she has an adequately arousing selection, she settles down to write.

Abe,

Enclosed are pictures of that “pretty little pink thing” you love so much. I hope it satisfies your longing, though it does little to sate mine. I ache for the feel of your big, strong hands against my body, and I’m saddened that when this comes off once more it won’t be you that’s removing it.

Remember the last time I wore this? I do. If I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of you on top of me, the feel of your lips against my skin, the wonderful ache between my legs as you moved against me.

I’d give anything for just one more night with you. I fear you have ruined me for all other men.

Yours forever.

The envelope she drops into the postbox the next day is thicker and heavier than usual, and she grins excitedly, imagining the smile on Abraham’s face when he eventually opens it.

For the next week, her gaze is fixed on the letterbox each morning, waiting for his reply to drop through, but nothing arrives and the disappointment she feels mounts by the day, sadness and embarrassment causing a heated feeling in her cheeks and a heaviness in her chest.

She has all but given up on the idea of him ever replying, thinking she has made a fool of herself, or worse still, that her letter has gotten lost, when one evening there’s a knock at her front door.

Strong arms wrap around her, and once more her breath is stolen away, as Abraham’s mouth descends upon hers, backing her up into the living room as he kicks the door closed behind him.

He cups her cheek, keeping her close to him when they eventually part for air, his chest heaving. “Couldn’t find the right words for what those photos made me wanna do to ya, so thought it best I just show you.”

She squeals as he throws her over his shoulder, carrying her towards the bedroom and depositing her onto the bed as though she weighs nothing. Propping herself up on her palms she looks at him in wide eyed excitement as he looms over, his darkened gaze roving over her form before moving to follow her.

He bumps her nose with his as he plants a hand either side of her head. She can feel how hard he is already through his trousers, as he presses himself against her, and it makes her core throb with want.

“First,” he whispers, “I want you naked, no flimsy underwear compares to the feel of you bare against me.”

She gasps, as he all but tears the clothes from her body, the barely audible pop of buttons and seams lost to the desperate need she feels for him as she pulls at his shirt and trousers in turn. Sighing in pleasure at the sensation of his skin against hers once more, she feels a sense of relief. Having him like this is like returning home after a prolonged absence.

He kisses her, and she whines when he pulls away, the gesture all too brief, though she is quick to giggle as his lips trail a path from her neck, all the way down her body until he’s positioned between her legs.

“Then,” he continues, eyes flitting up to meet hers. “I’m gonna taste you, see if you’re sweet as I remember.”

Her head falls back with a moan as he licks a line with the flat of his tongue from her opening to her pearl. The rumble of appreciation that growls within his throat vibrates through her, and she buries her hands in his hair, certain she is ruining the carefully waxed and styled coif, though he is making her feel too good for her to care.

His hands grip her thighs as alternates between lapping at her with quick precise movements, and fucking her with his tongue. As she feels herself on the crest of her pleasure, he pulls away, and she cries out in frustration.

He grins as he moves back up her body, his chin slick and shining with her arousal.

“Now, I wanna feel you squeeze around my cock until you peak,” he murmurs, lining the head of himself up with her and pushing slowly forward.

Her mind goes blank as he presses inwards, only able to focus on the stretch of him inside of her, causing her to arch against him.

“I want every thought to be gone from your mind, every thought but how good it feels when I fuck you,” he continues, keeping his thrusts slow and steady, “So that that’s what you’re thinking of when I leave again and ask you to come with me.” As she feels the pressure begin to build in her lower belly again, she knows there is no way she can say no to him. Letters just won’t be enough anymore after this, she needs all of him.

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Bo Sinclair x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: You’ve been locked under Bo’s gas station for more than a month now when you finally start to think… maybe Ambrose isn’t so bad.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Canon Typical Violence, Stockholm Syndrome, Bo is mean and manipulative (but isn’t he just so dreamy), reader has female anatomy and is referred to as “pretty girl” a few times

The buzzing yellow lights of the gas station basement became a sound you were used to as you woke up to them every single morning. You’d graduated from being duct taped to a random chair in the middle of the room, to just being locked inside with somewhat free roam. This had become a new normal. You’d hum as you walked around the room, trying to avoid Bo’s disturbing collection of perverted Polaroid photos. Looking at them worried you, and you wondered how long he kept each of those women. How much time you had left.

Free time in the basement was spent listening to Bo’s music while he worked, muffled by the floor. Waiting for Bo to be done so he could come spend time with you, this time either consisted of three things. Option one, he’d fuck you, then leave. Option two, he’d beat you, then leave. Option three, your favorite, he’d come down and talk with you for a bit. He’d sit on the nasty mattress on the other side of the room, and you’d talk about him, his brothers, his dog. Anything really. This option sometimes led to him taking you up to take a shower or getting you a change of clothes.

Unfortunately, your behavior didn’t affect which option you got. It was all up to how Bo was feeling that particular day. At first, you hated him. You hated him and his stupid gorgeous face, his dumb basement and the way he treated you. But the longer you stayed down here, hot, bored, and lonely, the more and more you looked forward to Bo’s visits, even if they resulted in bruises and cuts. Any attention was good attention, especially from Bo.

Today was day… you’d lost count. You tried to scratch tally’s into the wall, but gave up on day 29. This was at least a week ago. All you know is that it’s been more than a month. A month is all it took for you to become attached to Bo…

You could hear him walking around above you, turning on the radio and you thought today he must be in a good mood. You could hear him humming along to the music, moving around the gas station a lot more than usual. From what you could see through the grate, the sun was shining, but it didn’t feel as hot as it had been weeks before. A beautiful day outside. You wished you could see the sun, touch the grass. Bo made you jealous when he was talking about playing fetch with Daisy, Bo’s pitbull.

You sighed softly, standing on the chair in the center to peek through the grate. The yearning you felt was unmatched. You wanted him to be down here. More so, you wanted to be up there, but with him. You wanted to help him in the gas station, play with him and his dog bathed the beautiful blue sky with the warm wind blowing through your hair. But you knew asking for this wouldn’t blow over well. You’d never asked to leave the basement, you knew it’d make him mad.

How could you get him down here, convince him that you wanted to stay here, with him. You decided to try to get his attention, despite the music blaring, you needed him to hear you. You looked around for something to get his attention. After not seeing anything to make enough noise, you got an idea. You unbuttoned the pair of Jean shorts he had given you a couple days ago, sliding them off and holding them while pushing the button up.

You slid the button up and down the grate, making a loud clattering noise that was loud enough, at least you hoped it was. You did this for a couple seconds until you finally heard the music turn down, you knew it had worked. Sliding the shorts back on your legs distracted you from the crunching footsteps as boots approached the grate.

Bo crouched over it, staring at you from outside. He looked handsome today.

“What can I do for ya, Darlin’?”

“Can I talk to you please?” You asked softly, keeping your hands down at your sides.

He chuckled. He seemed amused with your question. “Shoot.”

“Can I…come out please? I…I want to, uhm… it looks nice out today and I thought…maybe I could help you around town. Meet Daisy. Or Vincent.” You stared up at him, having to squint with how bright the sun was on your eyes, which had been accustomed to the dark lighting of the basement.

He stared down at you, way too long for your comfort. His face revealed nothing, features stoic and unmoving, until he finally spoke. “Help me around town?”

You nodded quickly. He sighed, turning his head to state off into the distance. “Listen sweetheart, there’s a lotta stuff to do today…”

“I can help, I promise. I just want to…hang out with you, I guess.”

He snorted. “Hang out?” He shook his head a little bit. “You’re a weird one. Alright, gimme a second.”

You saw him walk away, and after a few seconds, heard him coming down the stairs. Your heart could jump from your chest. Excitement coursed through your veins, your smile wouldn’t leave. The lock clicked and the knob turned, revealing Bo, looking handsome as ever.

You slowly walked forward, needing approval from him to get close to him. He reached forward and grabbed your arm. “You stick with me. Got it?”

You nodded. He held your bicep, hard, and yanked you close, whispering in your ear. “If you run, you’re as good as dead.”

Staring into his eyes, you knew he was serious. You didn’t want to run anyways, you just needed to be outside. He led you up the stairs slowly, and you squinted immediately when the sunlight hit your skin. The glowing light engulfed you. You felt direct warmth on you for the first time in weeks. A sigh of relief left you. You felt like you could cry. The breeze moved over you, and you could smell the sweet blooming trees, and thankfully none of the roadkill that Bo’s brother, Lester collects.

A smile split your cheeks. “It’s so nice today.” You said softly, turning to Bo who still had a grip on your bicep. He was staring at you, a look of surprised affection on his face. If you weren’t so focused on enjoying the outside, you’d have seen the way he watched you walk, fondness softening his eyes.

“Alright darlin’ let’s getcha cleaned up.”

An hour later, you had showered, changed into fresh clothes, and you were convinced this was heaven on earth. You felt so happy and close to Bo, being in his home during the day with him giving you the freedom to shower alone. An air of domesticity settled in the house as you walked down the stairs, where you were met with Bo finishing a beer, half of a sandwich left on his plate. He held it out to you, and you very gladly accepted it.

After your shower and lunch, you and Bo walked up to the gas station. “Okay pretty girl, I need you to clean up a bit here. I’m gonna be in the garage workin’ on Lester’s truck. That sound manageable?”

You nodded quickly, smiling at him. You immediately grabbed the cleaning supplies underneath the front counter. The supplies were old and nearly empty, but you could work with them. You began with dusting the counters and shelves, and then wiping things down with Clorox wipes. You cleaned for a while, losing track of time, only being pulled from your trance by the phone ringing.

You jumped. There was a phone in this place? You turned to see Bo answer it, his face scrunched with frustration. He spoke quietly, you couldn’t understand him, but it didn’t look good. The last thing you wanted was for him to take this out on you, so you started to clean as fast as you possibly could, sanitizing and reorganizing what was left on the rickety shelves, looking back at him every so often. The second time you looked back, he was gone. You turned back to the shelf, jumping when you noticed he was standing right next to you.

You stared up at him in fear, nervous for what he was going to say to you.

“Lester just called and let me know there’s a group comin into town.” He said in a hushed tone.

You froze. A group. Just like yours. You knew this was a scheme they had, Bo explained a little bit to you about what him and Vincent wanted from Ambrose, but seeing them plan it out this way was so eye opening. Your heart began racing, but you nodded at him.

“I need ya down in the basement until they leave. And I need ya silent.” He turned to look through the glass of the gas station. “Ah shit… okay. Stay here.”

Bo walked quickly out of the gas station, and you heard him talk, the same exact spiel he gave you. “What can I do for y’all?”

You heard another man speak. “You Bo? We need a fan belt.” You walked quickly to the window, trying to stay hidden behind a shelf. You made eye contact with one of the girls standing outside. You knew you were in trouble, you quickly ran back over to the shelf you were cleaning.

The door opened, and a group of young adults, seemingly just a bit younger than you, walked inside. You kept your eyes down on the shelf, but started to hum a song to seem more casual about being there. Bo’s voice was loud, louder than usual, and you know that he wanted you to hear what he was saying.

“I got some fan belts in the garage, don’t know if I got the size you need. If not, I got some more up at my house. Not too far away from here.”

The group didn’t answer him, instead, the guy who asked Bo for help in the first place followed him into the garage, along with a girl. Two others walked into the store part of the station, where you were currently pretending to be much busier than you actually were.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You froze. They were most definitely speaking to you. With your best and most convincing smile on, you turned around to look at them. “What can I do for you?”

“Can I use the restroom?”

You were stiff. Frozen. You couldn’t approve it and make a decision without Bo, but your adamant refusal might seem suspicious and tip them off that something was wrong.

“Sorry…out a order. Toilet’s not workin’…” you said with a smile and a shrug, putting on your best southern drawl. It sounded dramatic, but better than nothing.

“Does… any other store in town have one?”

“Not sure…I know Bo’s got a workin’ one at his place.” You said, nodding your head towards Bo and the other guy, who just received the news that Bo only had a 15 or 22 inch fan belt, not a 17. Watching the other kids walk towards Bo, you felt sorry for them. You knew exactly what was about to happen…but at the same time, you were upset at them. Angry at them for jeopardizing your time outside. This could make Bo decide he never wants to take you out again. You scowled at the group, arms crossing and body tilting to lean on one hip.

“I’m sure I got a 17 up at the house. Really, it’s not far.” Bo insisted, casually against the counter, the same counter where he had flirted with you weeks ago. The same counter where you cemented your fate here in Ambrose.

You watched the kids follow Bo sullenly, knowing what was going to happen to them. You had a feeling Bo wanted you back in the basement, but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk back down those disgusting creaky stairs, so you sat and waited for any sign of life.

You thought it’d never come. You thought Bo had killed all the kids and was too busy to come check on you, that was until around 11 pm. It was pitch black at this point, crickets chirping and cold breeze alleviating the suffocating humidity. A red handprint had shown up on your cheek from how you were leaning against your hand. You’d found an old magazine to read through, but seeing as most of this was from around ten years ago, it wasn’t the least bit interesting.

The door to the gas station swung open, hitting the wall behind it hard, nearly hard enough to break the window seated within. You nearly jumped out of your skin, stool screeching against the floor as you stood abruptly.

It was the man who had first asked about the toilet. Your entire body was stiff. What the hell were you supposed to do?

“Oh thank god! Please, please you have to help me, someone’s killing us! My friends, she’s…they’re dead…please, please do you have a phone?!” The man ran towards you, getting close enough to show you a pretty sizeable gash in his forehead, blood leaking into his right eye. You didn’t know what to do, so you decided to stall.

“Alright, calm down, tell me what happened…”

“We went to the house, the guy that took us fucking killed Rob! The lights all went out and I ran out of the house, Jessica was killed outside, please!”

He grabbed your shoulders, shaking you hard. Your heart broke for him, but you knew if you showed him the phone, Bo would kill you. He’d hate you. That was almost worse to you at this point. You looked outside the window. No sign of Bo.

“Where…where’s he now? Bo, the man that took you to the house?”

“I don’t fucking know, please just get me a phone!”

“Alright just…just sit here I’ll go get the phone.” You guided him over to your stool, watching him hesitantly take a seat and touch the wound on his forehead. He winced. You walked away, out of his sight. You were shaking, had absolutely no idea what to do, you paced and chewed on your fingernail. That was until you bumped into Bo’s workbench. Looking over at the wooden surface to a hammer sitting out in the open, almost like a sign, an answer from Bo himself.

The handle of the hammer felt rough, almost spiky in your soft palm. Soft footsteps led you back towards the poor innocent kid who was cradling his head in his hands. Once you stood on the other side of the counter, his eyes raised to meet yours, and it occurred to you how suspicious you looked, fake smile plastered on your face, hands behind your back.

He tensed up. “Where’s your phone?” He asked quietly. It was obvious at this point he didn’t trust you.

You needed to do this now, your courage was fading fast. “I’m sorry…” you mumbled. You pulled the hammer back behind your head, closed your eyes, and swung it as hard as you could. With a sickening crack and a thud, you knew that you’d just killed someone. You dropped the hammer and turned around, your heart was pounding, chest heaving, stomach churning.

“Well I’ll be damned…”

You knew that smooth voice from anywhere. You turned to see Bo, a shocked expression on his face. Thank god he was here. Without thinking of the consequences you walked to him quickly, wrapping your arms tight around his waist.

“I didn’t know what to do.” You whispered into his chest, inhaling his scent that was so uniquely him. Sweat, grease, cigarette smoke, and manly cologne. You could feel yourself calming down, and with this came the realization that he was holding you. He didn’t push you off or tell you to let go, his arms were wrapped around your shoulders, his head placed atop yours in an almost romantic embrace. Your heart skipped a beat, suddenly, he was all you could think about. Nothing else mattered.

“You did good, darlin’.”

You didn’t want to move, you hoped this would never end. Bo’s hands slowly trailed from the sides of your arms, to the center of your shoulders, down your spine to the small of your back with no intention of stopping. They hit the waistline of your shorts, where you felt deft fingers slip beneath.

“My pretty girl, hm?” His voice reverberated in his chest against your ear. You looked up at him to finally see his face close up. Sweaty, cuts on his lip and blood staining his nose. He’d never looked better. You leaned forward and kissed him, hard. Something Bo and you had never done. Bo’s had his way with you many times, but they were all cold, for his couple minutes of fun and nothing more. He’s never kissed you, held you, complimented you this much.

His hands went up your shirt, squeezing your chest tight in his rough palms. A whimper escaped your lips to find refuge in his, your needy hands tugging at the collar of his coveralls. You could feel the cocky smirk he wore as he muttered, “Patience, sweetheart.”

Patience? You felt like you’ve been “patient” for the last month. Screw patience. One hand moved lower, palming his growing bulge through the thick material. A small, heavenly groan left him, but you were distracted by your shirt being yanked over your head. Your bare chest was on display, and though this has happened time and time before, you felt nervous this time. Like this was the time that really counted. You decided that to you, this was your first time sleeping with Bo. That made you happier.

Strong hands slid over the backs of your thighs down to your knees, you squealed as your feet left the ground. Bo heaved you up, your legs tight around his waist and his hands on your ass the entire time he carried you to the counter. The second he sat you down, he was unbuttoning your shorts, pulling them down all the way over your shoes, which he didn’t bother to take off.

It felt like a match sparked as he slammed his lips against yours again. He unzipped the front of his coveralls as he distracted you, letting them fall to his waist. He wore only a sweaty, bloody white t-shirt and a pair of boxers beneath. He decided taking everything off would be too much time wasted, so he grabbed the waistline of your underwear, pulled them off your legs, then pushed his own over his thighs, just enough. You wanted to see more of him, but figured that'd come in due time.

Almost without warning, Bo was pushing himself into you. Even though you were accustomed to his size, it still burned whenever he decided to fuck you. This time you were more prepared though, making the initial sting less intense. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, feet hooked around his hips. He leaned over you, pushing completely inside you.

“That’s it, darlin…” he groaned, head leaning back. You thought you might melt, the way he spoke to you, the way his veins flexed whenever he grabbed onto your hand, the way his neck muscles tensed while he talked. Everything about him to you was perfect.

Your coherent thoughts were quickly overrun by overwhelming pleasure, Bo thrusting at a slow and steady pace, something he doesn’t usually do. He was fucking you different, and you had never been more thankful for anything in your entire life. This was the best you’ve felt all month. Scratch that, at this point, you can’t remember feeling such a sense of pride and accomplishment ever, even before you stumbled upon Ambrose.

Bo captured your lips in a needy kiss and you could taste the warm blood from his small cuts there. You didn’t mind. Your trembling hands came up to cup his face, holding him as close to your body as physically possible. Loud moans forced you to separate, but you rested your forehead against his, feeling each jagged breath and bead of sweat. His eyes were closed, and from the looks of it, he was close. You knew you were too, you could feel it in your stomach and your legs and your chest. Your entire body was on fire and Bo was to blame.

He held onto your hand, face scrunched in pleasure and voice raising a few octaves, forehead still flush with yours.

“Bo…” you moaned, “I’m gonna cum.” The sentence barely left your lips, your brain felt like a bowl of melted goo.

He groaned out a response, and your chest swelled with pride knowing you made him feel like this. “Cum for me pretty girl,” he moaned, a slight whine present in his voice.

That was all you needed. With a scream, you came, trying as hard as you could to keep your eyes open to focus on Bo as he came. He grabbed your hips tight, thrusting hard one last time as he came inside you.

His head rested against your shoulder, and you panted to catch your breath, legs dangling uselessly off of the counter. You held onto him for dear life, fingers anchored in the skin of his back. You didn’t want him just to leave, ruin the moment, validate your fear that you were crazy and this time wasn’t different, you just thought it was.

You tensed when you felt him kiss the side of your neck. He was still holding onto you, bodies pressed against each other.

“I was right y’ know…” he said softly.

You responded, “hm?”

“About someone like you livin’ here. Makes Ambrose a little bit better.”

Your heart could melt. Bo was hard on you, and some days, all you could think about was your parents, who were probably worried sick looking for you. But, if this is what life could be like here in Ambrose, you weren’t sure you ever wanted to leave.

A/N: I wasn’t really sure where to go with this one but I actually really like it! Feel free to leave comments or suggestions for new stories, I need some ideas :)

[amberbeach]

'A DRIVE DOWN MEMORY LANE'

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You were smiling as you talked to Kat and Tanya, making plans to go to the mall when Tommy felt it. The feelings he had tried to dismiss and write off. The Zeo Rangers were locked in a battle against Queen Machina, and when they finally had time to themselves, college classes and assignments took up their time. As you turned your head to glance back at him, Tommy felt as if he hadn't seen you properly for months and it felt like a punch to the gut when he realized how much distance there was between you.

At the end of your senior year, you both promised to handle life together, to not get thrown aside as you adjusted to life as a Freshman, but life kept pulling you both in opposite directions and Tommy was determined to change that.

There had been many nights, many weekends when you had hopped in his truck and let the road lead the way. The destination never mattered it was being with each other that counted, and you had many polaroids, many videos of these moments when you escaped together. Tommy felt the urge to hit the road and take a trip down memory lane.

You filled a picnic basket and hit the road, excited to finally have time alone. You had known Tommy for a few months before you started dating. You shared classes, frequently said hello in the hallways of high school and he would sometimes join your table at the library when he wanted to catch up on schoolwork. When he lost the powers of the Green Ranger due to Rita's candle you knew something was wrong, but at that time, you didn't know about his secret identity. Still, you comforted him, reassured him, and gave him hope that whatever he had lost, he would find again.

When he became the White Ranger the bounce returned to his step and he worked up the courage to ask you out on a date. You would find out about his secret identity a few weeks later when he was ambushed while you were walking in the park and when it was over Tommy ensured you weren't harmed before revealing that he was the White Power Ranger.

Your relationship only grew stronger since then and when he became the Red Ranger, you were there to ease his doubts about leading the team. Many people over the years commented on how supportive you were of each other and Tommy accredited your support to the success of your relationship. You had seen couples you had gone to high school with last a week, some months, and some had broken up due to the pressures of college. Tommy refused to let you become one of those couples. And right now Tommy felt as if it was slipping through his fingers. He was determined to fix it.

You looked over at the Red Ranger as he drove, the window blowing your hair, and you smiled at the sight of him driving, arm resting on the open window.

Noticing your stare, Tommy glanced away from the road, "What?"

"Just enjoying the view."

Tommy chuckled, shaking his head. "The view is pretty amazing."

You smiled when he reached over to hold your left hand, covering your joined hands with your right hand.

Although you would never mention it, you started to feel the void in your life due to how little you saw your boyfriend. You felt as if high school was an easier period in your relationship as you frequently shared classes, and saw each other around the hallways, but on a college campus your paths rarely crossed unless you sought each other out, and between his duty as the Red Ranger and class assignments, those moments became rarer and rarer.

When he pitched the idea to hit the open road just like old times, you immediately agreed and prayed that he didn't have to rush off and fight against the Machine Empire. And after two hours on the road, you were starting to feel hopeful that maybe, just maybe someone was listening.

You swapped stories about your classes and when you stated that you felt as if you were snowed under assignments, and worried about failing classes, Tommy reassured you that after pushing a Putty into a lake you could overcome anything life threw at you. You laughed as you recalled your date that ended in disaster. You had noticed a Putty trying to gain the upper hand on your boyfriend and put the picnic blanket over its head and pushed it into the lake, granting Tommy time to take out the others.

Tommy parked on the edge of a mountain, overlooking the small town, lit by streetlights and lights shining out of windows. You turned your head when he placed his arm around your shoulders and you smiled softly when he angled his body towards you, giving you his full attention.

"You know, this feels familiar."

"Really?" He asked as his fingers swayed back and forth over your shoulder.

You hummed, turning your body towards his while placing a hand on his chest. You toyed with his white t-shirt underneath the red button-up he wore and Tommy smiled when he saw the smile on your lips.

"You had your hand on my waist," You paused when he moved a hand to your waist, bringing you closer.

"Like this?"

You nodded slowly, causing your noses to brush, "and my hand was on your cheek." You placed a hand on his cheek, swiping your thumb back and forth, eyelashes fluttering as you tilted your head upward as he bowed his head a little.

"I think I'm starting to remember..." He whispered, his lips grazing yours.

You closed your eyes when his hand rose from your waist to cup your cheek, kissing you tenderly in the beginning before becoming more passionate. When you pulled away, he leaned in, planting three lingering kisses on your lips, before pulling back to meet your gaze.

His thumb moved back and forth along your jaw as he held your gaze and you smiled softly as you ran your hand down his chest.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that it feels like I haven't seen you for years. But mostly I'm enjoying the view."

You shook your head softly, a giggle leaving your lips when he smiled toothily, and tugged on his shirt, bringing him closer as you leaned in to reignite your kiss.

When you return to college, you put more effort into making time for each other. To be alone without your friends and it became a routine to hit the road on the weekends to escape together. And while there were times when he had to rush off to lead his team, Tommy always kissed your cheek before he left and when it was over, he would return to you, picking up right where you left off.

[krav3nn]

☾Anniversary with bill𖤓

Summary: Bill takes you to a fancy restaurant for your anniversary <3

Bill kaulitz x gn!readed

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˗ˏˋ

It was your and bills anniversary today, from the time you woke up to the time you went to sleep, you were absolutely SPOILED by bill. He loves his partner and wants to let you know it!

When you woke up that morning, you were treated to breakfast in bed by bill. As we all know bill could sleep forever but he got up early to make you come breakfast.

Then, he took you to your favorite place! (EX: Park, aquarium, movies, exc) you guys were there for about an hour and a half just being silly and goofing off.

Now a few hours later, you were in present time, getting ready for bill to take you for dinner. As you were putting on your make up bill sat on your bed, just watching you in adoration. “Phffft what are you staring at Billy?” You ask, looking at him in the mirror. “Well of course my pretty baby, your just so beautiful.” Bill says walking over to you and resting his chin on your head

“Your so sweet billy, andddd…immmm… done! How does it look!” You say as you finish your makeup and turn your head around to show bill. He smiles and kisses you softly, “as beautiful as always my leibe.” He says grabbing your hand to lead you outside to go to the restaurant

Once you got there bill treated you like royalty! Getting your chair for you, opening the door for you, exc. Bill and you got each other gifts that you brought to dinner to give to each other.

After eating your meal, he claps his his hands together and leans down to grab the gift bag that he bought for you and pushing it your way. “Ok ok! Open it!” Bill said with a wide smile. You smiled back as you opened the gift

There were 3 separate gifts in the bag as you grab the first one, you coo and cover your mouth with a smile. He got you a sun ring, you looked at him as he lifts up his hand that shows a moon ring! You giggle and grab his hand to kiss it.

Next you grabed the second gift, it was a sweatshirt, but not just any sweatshirt! His sweatshirt, “it’s not a great gift but you always have loved that one so I wanted to give it to you!” Bill says with a smile. “I love it baby! Thank you!” You said smiling at him.

Now onto the third and final gift. You unwraped the gift and felt your eyes watering. It was a rose made of paper that was filled with Polaroids you you and bill with little notes of the back of them. You gasp, “omg! I love it..this is so beautiful.. thank you bill” you say looking at him with a smile and glassy eyes.

“Well, I have another thing! I got you a card!” bill says handing you a ‘happy anniversary card’ you opened the card and felt your eyes water again. The card said…

“Before I met you, I didn’t think love was for me. It was something other people had and felt. Something in movies and in TV shows. It felt more like a wish I had than something real. Now that I’m with you, it’s very real. I’m always thankful for the wonderful person I wake up to. The warm hand next to mine, the brush of hair against my cheek. I love you and because of that, I love myself and the world in a way I never thought possible. You’ve made that possible for me. You’ve made everything possible. Everything you do…the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way my name rolls off of your tongue…all that is what keeps me going. It gives me so much joy to watch you be you. I would never give my attention to anyone else because I love giving it to you. Your so important to me and I’d give anything for you.

Happy anniversary baby, bill <3

Your hand goes to your mouth as you reach over to hug him tightly, “thank you bill. Your so fucking amazing. I love you!” You say with a giggle wiping your eyes and kissing him.

You then grab bills gift! There was around 4 gifts in there. He grabed the first gift which was 2 necklaces, two matching necklaces. “Seems like we had the same idea!” You say with a giggle but it was two heart pendants, that when you opened it, it was pictures of each other. So bills had a picture of you and yours had a picture of bill

Bill immediately smiled brightly and put it around his neck, as did you. Then came the second gift, it was new makeup. You knew he was running out of his iconic black eyeshadow, so you decided to make it easy on him and get him some, which bill was VERY thankful for

Then came the third gift, it was a record of his favorite band! Bill was so excited, he moved around in his seat and held the record to his chest. Thanking you over and over again. As he kissed your forehead softly. The forth and final gift was a card. The card said..

“Billy, as I’m writing this, I’m thinking about that moment when you look at me and smile. Whenever you do that, my heart melts, and I wish I could stay in that moment forever. That is and will always be the best part of my day. I want you to know that you are amazing, and you can achieve anything you set your mind to! I will always be there to help you during your tough times, and I will always be there to share the joy with you. If you wonder just how much I love you, You are the sun in my sky, the river that runs through my soul, and the air I breathe. Before I met you, I didn't believe it was possible to love someone so deeply and completely, but you have given me faith that true love really does exist because I share it with you… I love you Billy, happy anniversary!

Love, y/n ❤︎”

Bill finished reading your letter, and looked up at you. Tears running down his face as he looks at you with complete love. “Oh my god, baby…this is so special to me. Thank you so much”

You and bill just spend the rest of the time sharing loving words and gentle touches. Once you and bill were back home, you guys just cuddled and kissed. You two were soulmates and nothing could change that.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˗ˏˋ

A/N: IVE FINISHED IT!!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა it look me a hour but it was worth it! Thank you to whoever requested this!! It was amazing!! Send more request baes! <3

[beybaldes]

stumble under the stars

summer sleepover masterlist

dad!roy kent x fem!reader

summary : “whispering in-between kisses” with dad!roy

content warning : low-key smut but non written, that gif because dad!roy definitely gets so wrapped up in being a dad that he lets his hair and beard grow out because he forgets to get them trimmed and I love his little curls, Nell!verse because I ducking love that baby

When your eyes met Roy’s, you could tell he was just as excited as you were. “She’s finally down?” He asked, slipping a Polaroid of the two of you back between the pages of his book, then placing it down on his bedside table.

“She’s fast asleep.”

A soft smile grew on Roy’s face as you began to crawl up the bed, avoiding every spot on the mattress that you knew would screech at your touch or cause the bed frame to creak. After spending an entire hour trying to get Nell to sleep, you didn’t exactly live the idea of waking her right back up.

“Totally asleep?” Roy reached his hands out to you and hooked them around your thighs, pulling you along the length of the bed and into his arms quicker.

“Totally asleep.” You reaffirmed, placing yourself into his lap and repositioning his hands to sit on your waist. He moulded the flesh of your hips between his fingers, using his tight grip to pull you even closer against his bare chest. One of your arms wrapped around his neck and tangled into the curly tufts of hair at the base of his neck, while the other brought your hand up to cup his cheek, pulling his lips to meet your own. “I missed you.” You hummed against his lips, barely kissing him with each word you spoke. It wasn’t enough for Roy.

“I Missed you too, Angel.” Roy’s hands pulled at your waist, grinding you into him as he pulled you in for a kiss. “Missed this.”

“I know, I know.” You cooed, caressing his face between hastily exchanged kisses, you fingers combing through his grown out scruff with each rock of your hips hungrily against his. “Me too. It’s just-“

“Hard? Yeah I know.” Roy pulled you down against him, biting back a groan by pulling his lower lips between his teeth. You half helped him, diving in for another kiss that just concealed the moan by allowing you to swallow it. “Stupid baby.”

You pushed yourself away from Roy slightly, resting your forehead against his and allowing your heavy breaths to mix in the space between you. “Mmm, Nell’s not stupid. She’s the light of your life.”

“Maybe, but you were the light of my life first.” Roy faintly nudged his nose against yours, pressing a brief kiss to your lips then pressing his fore head to yours once more. “That being said, I love that baby girl of ours more then anything.”

“Me too.” The two of you pulled away from each other long enough to gaze at the closed door to her room across the hallway, sparing it one long glance before setting your eyes on one another once more. “You going to continue trying to fuck me, Mr Kent, or are you just going to continue sitting there and looking pretty?”

“Mmm, definitely the former, Mrs Kent.” With a growl, Roy pushed you over until your back pressed into the mattress, a loud creak sounding as he moved himself to hover over you. “Fuuuck.”

Nell’s crying had calmed within minutes of you taking her from her crib and into your arms, offering to feed her while you sat down next to Roy in bed. “Lucky little shit.” He whispered, staring down at where Nell was pressed against you, getting sleepier with each moment more she was in your arms. Roy could understand that feeling entirely. “Wish that were me.”

Nell finally pulled away from you as he spoke, falling silent and asleep once more. Slowly you rose from the bed, crossing the hall and placing Nell back in her crib. When you left the room, you kept the door open a crack, making sure to do your best not to make a sound as you crept back to you and Roy’s bed.

Roy placed a single finger against his lips, encouraging you to be silent as you walked into the bedroom once more. This time, Roy reached out for your waist as you reached out for his shoulders, pulling him down and on top of you as you lay back on the bed.

One of his forearms rested against your head, keeping himself from being entirely on top of you, the other lay against your side, his hand caressing the exposed skin between your T-shirt and pyjama pants. “Think you’re wearing too many fucking clothes.” Roy muttered against your lips between fast and pliant kisses, tugging at the bottom of your T-shirt fervently.

“Funny that, I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

“I’m already shirtless.” A laugh bubbled from Roy’s chest and you could feel the vibrations of it in your own. “You’ve got to at least even the playing field.”

You rubbed your hands up and down Roy’s chest, scratching your fingers through his chest hair just enough to sting, then finally settling them around his shoulders and in his hair. “Already shirtless and still wearing too much.” You chastised, bringing your feet up the band of his pyjama pants and pushing them down. “Roy Kent, you continue to amaze me everyday.”

Slightly breathless, Roy sucked a particularly hard kiss against your neck just under your jaw, pulling away only because he’d finally managed to wriggle your shirt up enough to pull it over your head. He pressed a long and firm kiss to your lips, groaning obscenely into it, forgetting for a moment that he could make too much noise, or make you make too much noise, less Nell wake right back up. “I love you, do you know that?”

“I never would’ve guessed.” You teased, returning a hot and fluid kiss guided by your hand against the back of his head, tilting it so he was pressed deeper against you, his tongue brushing across your locked lips. “I love you too, Roy.” Your forehead rested against Roy’s once more, chest moving up and down and against his erratically. “Fancy letting me show you just how much I love you?”

“I’d want for nothing more.”

[moxfirefly]

Hi!! I’m not sure if you do yandere, but I just had this thought and I haven’t seen anyone do this yet!

So the premise is the Bayverse!Guy (your choice) and his sweetheart have known each other for a little bit and he’s pretty good at hiding his feelings, but he stalks them quite a bit and hoards whatever they leave at the lair away in his room.

One day, while he’s lurking and following them as usual, he decides to finally sneak into their room to steal something for his collection at home. But!!! When he opens one of the dresser drawers (or something like that) he finds out that they’ve been secretly stealing things from him!! They even have something of his under their pillow??? They JUST as obsessed as he is!!

How do you think he would react to this? 👀👀

Love your work!

-xoxo

You know I’ve been meaning to incorporate darker approaches into my writing because honestly I enjoy it (FICTIONALLY) and now getting this request seems to be a great way to do so friend! I’ve had an idea like this similar in the works so why not put it into this. Hope you enjoy.

Going with Donnie.

Rated Mature (Yandere, stalking, vouyerism, unhealthy attachments, unhealthy expressions of love, etc)

He could do this blindfolded.

He had done it blindfolded once just to prove it to himself.

The fact of the matter was that Donnie had this down to a science, careful practice of a sum of a thousand details. He knew how you worked, how late or early you woke up on certain days, the routine of exiting your apartment, how long it took you to get back.

He could count it in his head, simple math for a simple girl.

When he heard the click and lock of your front door, he allowed himself in through the window you just never seemed to deadbolt.

He was home.

Well, your home.

But a home he knew as intimately as his own.

Because this wasn’t the first time naturally, nor the fourth time. At this rate, three years into knowing you, watching you, befriending you, falling in love with you, he had done this so many times that he couldn’t possibly put it into simple math.

The creak of the flood boards was much more louder when his combat boots pressed all the way down, the weight of feeling comfortable, safe, so sure that he won’t be interrupted.

Truth of the matter was that you’d probably swing by the Lair tonight, it was game night, some beers, some bets and harmless fun to be had. But he couldn’t wait, couldn’t bring himself to not scratch the itch he had be suppressing for the last six days.

He just wanted something new, something to help ease the tension in his shoulders.

Something to touch, something to hold, something anointed with your lovely scent.

If he could inhale you and suffocate in it he would, how easy it could be if he just had the chance.

The soft steps echoed, his heart the opposite as it ran the marathon of anxiety it normally did.

Or was it excitement?

He checked the kitchen, opening the fridge to survey yesterday’s groceries (because Wednesdays were grocery days). He closed the door with a gentle tap of his foot, ran a finger over the counter and adjusted the faucet that you always forgot to close all the way through while you rushed out (should fix that).

He stopped by the couch, another caress over the fluffy throw blanket you often wrapped yourself on cold nights (his gaze shot up to the small clock with the hidden camera).

His trece continue down the hallway towards your small bedroom.

When he opened that door he could almost feel the pricking in his skin ease up. Your perfume still lingered, a drawer on your vanity half open. Approaching the mirror on there he felt a little tug in his chest at the wholesome pictures taped at the corners. Mementos of good moments, some with family, some with work friends, quite a couple of himself and his brothers, April and Casey. He stopped at one of the Polaroid ones where you happily rest against his arm, a smile so big and beautiful, god if he could take this he would, he’d been dying to do so.

But the plan always remained the same; stick to easily replaceable, anything that wouldn’t exactly be missed or could be easily swapped out.

He picked up your most used lipstick, unscrewing the cap to examine the insides. He could easily see the small indentations from where they had ran across your lips. He inhaled the chemical scent, wonder what combination it made with your natural scent.

He pressed the small used tip to his bottom lip.

The small circular inch of color contrasted interesting with his color.

He licked off the spot.

Turning towards the closet he opened it and sighed.

This always smelled the most of you. Each article of clothing had been chosen to your more intricate of desires. Each piece had at some point kept your warm, embraced you. Pressing against the clothes Donnie took a deep breath and groaned.

Perhaps an old shirt? He could use that for now, wrap it around his snout, cut off the some of the air, dance inside of your scent.

He found a worn shirt, something that would be in the donation bin for next Sunday (every four months on a Sunday you donated).

He thumbed the material, smiled to himself at the dumb design, something that had clearly made you laugh upon purchase.

He placed it in the bed just as he closed the closet doors. Checking his watch he felt he was still good to indulge a little more.

So he climbed on the messy bed, face first he laid down and allowed the warmth and coziness wrap itself like a vice around him. To smell the shampoo you loved on the cotton of your pillow.

His hands dug beneath, every intention of pressing it harder into his snout and an involuntary little thrust of his hips.

Donnie blinked, hand wrapping around something somewhat smooth but crinkling when he he pulled on it. Turning to sit in the bed instead, he lifted the pillow and raised a brow ridge.

Slowly he pulled the purple tape he used to wrap his forearms. The sticky side utterly used, there was no way this could tape onto anything. He examined it carefully, fully assessing it was his own.

Come to think of it, he had gone to use a roll of it when he couldn’t find it, mind telling him that he had simply used it up.

Something told him to open your nightstand drawer.

And so he did, reaching in and pulling the purple tape. He blinked, throat feeling dry suddenly, because what could this possibly mean.

His dark eyes found the vanity mirror.

Where he met your own.

You smiled.

[meganslife]

Pen pals - p. parker

TASM! Peter Parker x Fem! reader

summary: peter parker is your pen pal.

warnings: none so far!!!

hello helloooo!!! i had this idea because i myself have a pen pal, and it’s honestly really fun and reminds me of peter. this will be multiple parts!! anyhoo, happy reading!

Having a pen pal was fun. It gave you something to look forward to whenever you needed to open the mailbox. It was nice, although your lovely pen pal, Peter, was on the other side of the country. You were in Seattle. He was in Queens, New York. It was a nice arrangement that you two had. No phone numbers, just handwritten letters, and cute little pictures.

When you opened your apartment mailbox and saw that you had a letter from Peter, your heart felt warm. It was the warmest you’ve felt in a while.

Y/N,

My apologies for not writing you back sooner. School is kicking my butt recently, and I moved back in with May (hence why a new address is on the envelope). My old roommate went BALLISTIC on me for little things, so I decided I needed to leave. May is a better person to have around, anyway.

The fall semester ended last week, and I wish I could say that I passed my finals. My professors are just mean, I think. I’ve been super stressed out lately, and writing this letter is helping me. You’re my savior. Also, the pictures you sent me of you in Tennessee are amazing. You should be a model! I’m sure you hear that a lot because of how pretty you are;)

I hope it’s not too cold in Seattle. I took some pictures of random things I thought you’d like, maybe that’ll distract you from how cold it is. I know how much you hate the cold. (You chose the wrong place to live!)

Anyhoo, I’m sorry this letter is short. My wrist is cramping up and May needs help with dinner. Write back as soon as you can.

Much love,

Peter ♥

Photo one: Peter in an obnoxiously large New Year’s Eve hat, grinning from ear to ear with his friend(?)

Photo two: A Polaroid of stray cats bonding in what you assume is Peter’s front yard.

Photo three: A Polaroid of Peter that was clearly taken by May. Peter is holding a tray of muffins, and he looks really stupid in his apron.

You get to writing him a letter right away.

Dear Peter,

I love the pictures. I’ll add them to my growing collection on my wall:)

My day has been so shitty. I wish you were here. It gets lonely, sometimes. I have friends, I’ve told you very little about them. They’re great, don’t get me wrong, but living alone is just lonely. Maybe I should get a cat or something. I need something to come home to. (Sorry for making this portion of the letter sad. I just needed someone to talk to.)

The weather in Queens looks nice. You’re awfully lucky, Peter. It’s cold and slushy here. I’m cold to the bone. Like, nothing will warm me up. It’s annoying. I just want it to be summer again. I hate being pale and cold.

I don’t have any pictures as of right now, so I’m sorry about that. I have some drawings I could give you.

My letter is short too, so I guess we’re even. I need to nap the sadness away.

Cold and loving,

Y/N ♥

~

The next letter you receive from Peter is about a week later.

My dearest Y/N,

I’m so sorry you aren’t feeling well.

I know we said we wouldn’t exchange phone numbers, and I respect that, but I just need to give you mine. I need to. Just in case. I don’t want you to be sad and lonely and have to wait for my letters to come. I like you. I like you A LOT– And I honestly want to meet you in person but that’s a conversation for another day. I’ve been saving up for it. Maybe you should come during the spring? You’d love it here, I know it. Or I could come to you? Whatever, we can talk about it more over the phone.

My phone number:

(718)-XXX-XXXX

Call me;)

Love always,

Peter ♥

You immediately spring up to your feet and grab your phone. Your hands were shaking as you dialed the number and called it, praying he wouldn’t think it was a spam call.

“Pete?” You ask, voice higher than you meant it to be.

Boyish laughter erupts on the other end of the line, and you already know that it’s Peter. Of course, his laugh would sound so sweet.

“Hi, lovie.”

[daaydreamy]

okay so i just had this idea and i was hoping maybe you could do something with it. you know how when a guy proposes, the woman usually does a sexy boudoir shoot in lingerie as like a wedding gift to him? i feel like the roles would definitely be reversed with sub!h and Y/N, she would propose and then he would surprise her with a boudoir shoot where he’s all done up for her 🫦💅🏻 idk just a thought :) love your work ❤️

photoshoot

summary: harry surprises y/n. 

warnings: nudity (?)

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

“Why didn’t you let me take the pictures?”

Harry’s brows furrowed as he looked at Y/N as she shuffled through the various pictures he surprised her with (along with a few polaroids he had taken himself once he got home). He frowned, “…Because they were supposed to be a surprise?” he shuffled closer and took the pictures from Y/N’s hand, looking through them himself. 

“Do you not like them?”

“Of course I do!” She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck and giving him a big kiss on his cheek? before resting her head against his shoulder. “It’s just… I have my own camera, you know. We could’ve taken them here, on our bed… Could take more of these.” She emphasized, holding up the filthy polaroids Harry had taken himself with Y/N’s polaroid camera and Harry’s cheeks grew warm as he looked at them, taking the polaroids and putting them back down face down, making Y/N laugh as she buried her face in his shoulder. 

“So, what do you say?” She asked and pulled back, smiling. 

“Another photoshoot?”

“Another photoshoot. I’ll make it more fun, I promise.”

Harry snickered, “Fine.”

“Yes!” She exclaimed triumphantly, grabbing Harry’s hand and kissing the ring that was around his ring finger, before leaning in to kiss his lips. 

•••

“You done?” Y/N called out to Harry, who was in the bathroom getting dressed. Or… er, undressing? Y/N was fixing her camera, sitting on the bed as she waited for Harry. He also wanted to wear different sets for the pictures, so there were two more pairs of lingerie sitting over there on the chair in the corner, neatly folded and ready to be worn to adorn Harry’s body. She glanced over at the door once she heard him getting out, getting up from the bed and flashing Harry a bright, excited smile once he finally walked out of the bathroom. 

“Is it alright?”

“‘Course it is.” She reassured, placing her camera down on the bed for a second to walk over to Harry. She wrapped her arms around Harry’s waist, leaning in to give him a sweet kiss. “You look pretty.” She said in a softer tone, making heat rise to his cheeks and smile. 

“So, we’ll take a few pictures of you in this, yeah? Then we’ll do the other set.”

“Just a few? I like this one.” Harry frowned, looking down at himself. That caused Y/N to run her eyes down Harry’s body as well, a soft chuckle leaving her lips. 

“I’ll take plenty.”

•••

“Stop laughing!”

A smile pulled at Harry’s lips and he started laughing again, “I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, placing a hand on his stomach and blowing out deep and slow breaths to get himself to calm down, holding back those smiles that were itching to get on his face. He wasn’t even sure why he kept laughing, all Y/N told him to do was to close his eyes and stay still. 

(The pictures looked better while he was laughing anyway.)

Y/N rolled her eyes, now laughing herself, “Just get changed.”

“Can I see them first?” Harry asked as he was getting up from the bed, watching Y/N flick through the pictures. She turned the camera away from him once he got closer, making him frown. 

“You’ll see when we’re done.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at her. 

“Fine.” He mumbled, grabbing the last set to wear, heading over to the bathroom.

•••

“That one looks kinda weird.” Harry mumbled, staring at one particular picture. They finally finished and Y/N let him see all the pictures. He was toying with his lower lip and he glanced at Y/N, who was now looking at the same picture, brows furrowed. 

“No it doesn’t. You look pretty.”

Harry only hummed and flicked through the rest of the pictures, unable to stop blushing as he looked at them. Y/N would sometimes speak up and tell him he was pretty over and over again, Harry never grew tired of it. 

“How about those polaroids, hm?” Y/N had a sly smile on her face and she grabbed Harry’s left hand, bringing it up to her mouth and kissing over the ring she put around his finger. Harry snorted and placed the camera down, giving her a look that made her brows furrow. 

“What? It’d be a good use of my polaroid…” She shrugged, placing a hand on the back of Harry’s neck to pull him in for a kiss, making a smile rise to his face. 

a/n: sorry it’s kinda short, but here you go!!! this is photographer!y/n, a very very small thing i thought of a while ago so i thought it’d be good to use for this concept!!! hope it was okay, feedback is always appreciated! thank you so much for reading love u 🫂🫂🫂

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[pray4saint]

hihi! it’s national gf day & i was wondering if you had some headcanons on how the dteam would spend it! :)) -🐼

dteam on national girlfriend day

masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. girlfriend!reader. fluff.

a/n. this i actually i have ideas for, but it's still pretty shitty writing

dream – wakes you up early by peppering your face in kisses. ”five more minutes, clay, please..” you lazily push your hands at his face. ”no, c'mon you have to get up, we're going out today.” he intertwines one of his hands in yours while using the other to hold himself up over you.

takes you out for breakfast, something simple. he also packs extra clothes in the car because you're out all day. long beach day, in and out of the water, sunbathing (he helps you with spf tanning lotion and vice versa), and a picnic lunch.

in the evening the two of you cook together and inevitably a small food fight in the kitchen with the ingredients you were cooking with. post-dinner it's a fort and movies on his laptop. he forces himself to stay up longer than you so that he can carry you back to bed when you finally let the sleep get to you.

sapnap – he got a disposable camera just for this day. wakes you up accidentally, while he's fumbling around the bedroom. for a few minutes you only roll around, trying to convince your body to go back to sleep. ”sap, what's going on?” you sit up, blinking away the last of your tiredness. ”no, peach go back to sleep.” ”can't.”

instead of a full breakfast, he makes a big ass fruit smoothie that you can take in the car with you because you're out all day. not doing anything in particular, but just driving. occasionally you'll pull over, stop and sapnap will use the camera for a new polaroid or two, and you stop for lunch, more pictures when you pull over at an overlook to eat. he just wants to make the most of the day.

you come home late, tired and sap insists on carrying you back up to the bedroom because it's national girlfriend day and he loves you. he reads aloud a couple chapters of the book you've been reading, asking questions of course because he wasn't sure what was going on, and by the end of the last chapter, you're falling asleep.

george – lets you sleep in while he attempts to cook breakfast. keyword attempts. ”george what is that smell,” you rub your eyes, trying to get the sleep out of them and when you open them and can see clearly, the image in front of you is nothing short of laughable. george is struggling to move dishes around the kitchen, something is clearly burning on the stove, the sink is running and the fridge door isn't entirely shut. you pad your way over to him, ”oh georgie..”

you have to cheer him up from his failed attempts at cooking before you make breakfast. ”i wanted to do something nice for you love.” you smile at him, ”why? am i forgetting something? is it my birthday?” you're being sarcastic, somewhat. ”no, it's national girlfriend day you moron.” he continues to eat, and you gasp. ”well that's no way to treat your girlfriend.”

after breakfast, he agrees to try something you'd been wanting to do with him or teach him to do for awhile. he learned to like it, but he would never admit it. a few pictures, but not a lot because neither one of you wanted to ruin the moment. a stream on his twitch except you had entire control of everything; also him ending stream earlier than originally planned because he wanted you all to himself.

fbsdikjfb falling asleep watching your favourite romcoms.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[elllisaaa]

taking a polaroid camera when you and sunghoon travel together so you can capture his pretty face after he cums in the different beds you fuck ~

hii sweetie !! I'm so sorry to be that late to answer this because it's a majestic idea you had right there 🤭 I'm so excited to finally be able to expand on this and to have you again in my inbox ! hope you'll have a good day <33

SUNGHOON was the one who brought the idea of taking a polaroid camera with you. actually, he had no dirty things in mind when he bought it, just thinking about taking cute pictures of you during your next trips. but you had other ideas in mind.

of course, you took advantage of these little escapes to spend hours in the sheets of your hotel rooms, being as loud as you wanted without risking the other boys to catch you or hear you. and everytime, after he came, he made the most beautiful sounds, and looked like he was sculpted by the gods. how could you not want to immortalize the moment ?

"can i take a photo of you ?"

sunghoon lifted his head from you neck where he settled to get his breathing steady again, mindlessly caressing your shoulder to help you come back from the mindblowing orgasm he just gave both of you. but apprently, your thoughts were clear enough already.

"why ?", he asked, a cute confused expression on his face. "because you are the prettiest when you just came", you simply answered.

he could fool everyone, but not you. you knew that the blush creeping up on his neck and cheeks wasn't due to the fact that he had been fucking you for a long time. no. sunghoon was just so shy everytime you complimented him so simply, because he knew that you meant every word you said. so he only nodded, staring at you grabbing the polaroid camera sitting on the nightstand.

"look at me baby"

this was the first picture of the collection you started from that day on. it was another way of remembering your trips, apart from the more innocent photos that yous howed to your friends, these ones were for your eyes only. everytime sunghoon looked at them, it was like he was back into the moment, recalling how hard you made him cum when you were riding him this one time in italy. or how good it felt to have you sucking his cock when you came back from the beach in france.

and what about sunghoon starting to take some photos of your body covered in his cum in return ? he would start his own little collection and even keep one in his wallet.