#i feel pretty proud about this Polaroid

[evallazz]

Today is Monster Prom 3: Roadtrips release date, and I just really wanted to do something nice for my favorite pair before the game releases :]

Fun night time snacks

[courfee]

little poster for the fic Operation Walburga's Arbitrary No Kissing Ever Rule :) 10 things i hate about you, but make it jegulus

[sunrizef1]

Please Please Please

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: this isn't what the poll was for dw lmao | also I've been caught out by lando once again 😭 he's just the best fit for this song

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📍Buenos Aires, Argentina

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yourusername Had a great time opening for #TSTheErasTour in Buenos Aires! Muchas gracias, Argentina! 🇦🇷

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user1 so so so pretty 😭

user2 I was there 🥰

user3 loml

user4 I LOVE HER SO MUCH

user5 just looked in the mirror and sighed

user6 my favorite outfit from this leg of the tour

taylorswift 💕

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user7 I FEEL SO MUCH LIGHTER LIKE A FEATHER WITH YOU OFF MY MIND

user8 that second picture is so adorable I’m screaming 😭😭😭

user9 IM TALKING NONSENSE

user10 new album when???

user11 Lando Norris in the likes??? 😭

user12 wait who is that

user13 an f1 driver 😭

user12 what’s he doing here

user13 idk 😭

user14 Y/N RUN QUICK LANDOS HERE

user15 we can’t let him get her 😭

user16 she’s so pretty I’m in love with her 🫶

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🤩🤩🤩🤩

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🤭🤭🤭🤭

landonorris

I saw you open for Taylor

in Brazil

your were wonderful

yourusername

I’m flattered 🥰

landonorris

I’d be even more flattered if I could take you on a date

yourusername

You usually this confident?

landonorris

No, I’m actually not

yourusername

Well

I’d love to go on a date with you Mr Norris

landonorris

😅 thank god that worked

You ever around Monaco?

yourusername

Not usually

But I could be 😚

I’m off next week <3

landonorris

Perfect

See you then

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yourusername that’s that me espresso ☕️🩵

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user17 rip sharpay evans you would’ve loved espresso by y/n l/n

user18 it’s actually so good omg

user19 best song ever made fr

user20 love love love

user21 truly that girl

user22 ON REPEAT

user23 I love her more than life

user24 IM WORKING LATE CUS IM A SINGERRRRRR

user25 face card never declines

jackantonoff rly good!

yourusername thanks jacky 🥰

user26 jack x y/n collab when???

user27 Landos back in the likes…

user28 free my girl from the shackles of a man

user29 oh my god is the song about him

user30 they haven’t been seen together in a while so I sure hope not 😭

user31 song of the year

user32 🩵🩵🩵

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user33 how to lose a guy in 10 days dress!!! 💛

user34 💛💛💛

user35 that polaroid looks suspiciously like lando

user36 that could legitimately be anyone

user37 of course but unfortunately she's been seen with him recently so…

user38 not lando…

user39 so pretty 🤩

user40 y'all rly hate lando? That mans been so supportive I legit can't not like him

user41 ikr! I'm a proud lando defender. No reason to hate him.

user42 I love them together idc

maxfewtrell happy birthday!

yourusername thanks max 🫶

user43 still not convinced that's lando

user44 girl.

user45 😍

user46 happy birthday girl!!!

user47 my favorite pop girlie

user48 IM WORKING LATEEEEE

user49 queen 👑

user50 I love lando 💛💛💛

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user51 hardest of hard launches

user52 I LOVE THEM TOGETHER I DONT CARE

user53 favourite couple 💛

user54 gorgeous gorgeous people

user55 LANDOOOOO

user56 lando wasn't even acting in that video that's just how down bad he is

user57 that first pic… 😍

user58 bring your bf to work day

user59 ...okay maybe I like him 🙄

user60 wait hes kinda hot 😭

user61 my royal couple

maxverstappen is lando gonna be an actor now???

yourusername its a good backup plan if the driving thing doesn't work out

landonorris I think I'll leave the acting to you

maxverstappen that's for the best mate

user62 lmao max

user63 they're so pretty 🥰🥰🥰

user64 so it couple core

user65 ATEEEE

landonorris yeah you do 💛

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Y'all r so cute

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yeah she is

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😍😍😍😍

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I still don't trust you car boy

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the music video was so good!!!!

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I love you 💛

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@casperlikej @evie-119

[writers-advocate]

nsfw alphabet | l.h.

description: some nsfw headcanons for logan [requested]

cw: choking, biting, dirty talk, overstim, breeding, slight dacryphilia(?)

aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he knows he’s absolutely exhausted you by the time you two are done. he praises you gently in that gruff voice of his, making sure you’re with him, checking in on you properly. if you have enough energy for it, he’ll get up and run you a bath. if not, he’ll have you laying on his chest as he gently massages your thighs, lips ghosting over any bruises he can reach at this angle. water and snacks always on standby

body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he loves every inch of you but something about your thighs just- peeking out from beneath a skirt, a pair of shorts, squeezed into some jeans, begging for him to tear them off. he loves your hands too. loves to watch them wander, loves to feel them on his heated skin, see them wrapped around his…

on himself i mean, he’s pretty proud of what he’s got going on down under. he likes his arms though, mostly because he loves how you look caged in underneath him, thick biceps on either side of you, surrounded by him. or the way your throat feels in the crook of his elbow when he’s fucking you from behind

cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

inside inside inside. it’s his favorite. look, he spends a lot of time trying to “tame the animal” and in bed is one of the places he more willingly lets loose. a lot of his, habits, fall into the more primal category, and he absolutely loves to fill you up. loves to pull out and keep a hand on each of your thighs too, watching as you struggle to keep as much in as you can. don’t worry, he’ll help you out, making you squirm as he scoops so much of it up and gently pushes his fingers into you. “take it all, sweetheart”

speaking of taking it all, he cums a lot. a lot. it’s abnormal but that’s okay because he’s right, you will take it all ♡

dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he loves taking pictures of you. he’s a little old school (not as old school as you’d think) so he’s got a collection of polaroids of you in every mind numbing position you can think of. his personal favorites are one in which your pretty body is all on display for him, especially the mess between your legs, and another in which your expression is so fucked out, and your glossy lips are pulled into a sweet smile while he presses two of his thick, cum covered fingers into your mouth

experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s been around a long, long time. he’s absolutely experienced. he definitely knows what he’s doing, and he definitely knows how to put it to use to make you feel so good

favorite position (this goes without saying)

it’s a toss up between a mating press (for obvious reasons. bonus points because he presses down on your tummy and it makes you feel so so full), having you face down ass up (he loves how fucked out he can get you, especially when he presses you deeper into the sheets), and missionary (for the softer times)

goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

as much as he loves them, he’s not exactly trying to hear your giggles when you two are intimate. he’s more aiming for delirious babbles and mindless moans and whimpers. if you slip, trust that he will rasp the filthiest things against the shell of your ear until you’re squirming

hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

doesn’t just match the drapes, it matches all the upholstery. have you seen his arms? his chest? he keeps it trimmed well enough, for your sake. he’s not a clean shaven man by any means though

intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

during the softer times, you don’t know where he ends and you begin. he’s got his arms around you and your body so flush to his, you can barely breathe. he’ll murmur and moan about how perfect you are, how beautiful you look like this, how good you feel. he’ll kiss wherever he can reach and you think you might pass out but it’s so worth it to hear him talk like this. it’s not soft and sweet every time, but whether it is or not, sex with you is special to him

jack off (masturbation headcanons)

when he’s away from you for more than a night he gets incredibly pent up. if he manages to get back to you before it overwhelms him entirely, good luck. but if he doesn’t, he’ll use one of those pretty pictures to get off. even better if he can get you on the phone. but extenuating circumstance aside, why would he need to rub one out when he has you?

kink (one or more of their kinks)

so many. he’s into pretty much anything you are. definitely a major fucking size kink. he loves to manhandle you and make you feel like his little doll. also a major breeding kink, which again comes back to him letting go during sex. he tries to keep this part of it at bay, but that instinct is constantly tugging at his mind and it’s what drives him to fuck you into the mattress til you can’t take it anymore

look… i’m not a huge fan of daddy kink but i can definitely see logan being into it if we’re talking about pre logan (2017)

location (favorite places to do the do)

literally anywhere. he prefers home because then he can hear all those pretty noises flow freely from your lips, but he’s not against a quick fuck in the bathroom of a bar, or having you on your knees in an alleyway. don’t worry, you can suck on his fingers to keep quiet. better yet, he might wrap them around your throat and squeeze until you’re dizzy

motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you take care of him. when you fuss over him, even knowing he’s practically indestructible. or when you let him take care of you, protect you, scare off any mother fucker that tries to come near you. either way the wide eyed look you give him has him raring to make them roll back into your head

no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

sigh… as much as it saddens me to say, nothing with the claws. ever. it’s hard enough getting him to trust them around you normally. the closest you might ever get is him cutting away your clothes with them

oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving. don’t get me wrong, he loves to watch you with your mouth full of cock, thick fingers cradling and pushing on the back of your head as he makes you choke and gag around him until your cheeks are streaked with tears and your throat is achy. but going down on you is like his own personal fucking heaven. he will spend hours. hours. between your thighs. if you start running away, hips squirming and hands clawing at the sheets, he’ll growl and lock each arm around your thighs to keep them pressed around his head, and you’re not done until he is

pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

most of the time he’s fast and rough. his instincts, his more primal needs get away from him more often than not and he loses himself in the feeling, the sound, the taste and scent of you. the thought of breeding you (whether it’s possible or not) and marking you as completely and entirely his. it’s like you’re in his head, wrapping hazy heated tendrils through his mind that won’t let him stop, and neither of you would have it any other way

quickie (their opinions on quickies)

he doesn’t mind quickies at all. sometimes they even need to happen. don’t forget my obsession with this man’s sense of smell. he can smell your arousal from across the room and there is absolutely no hiding from him, no matter where you happen to be. he’ll drag you into a closet, a bathroom, hell even a particularly empty hallway, to “give you exactly what you need, darlin’.”

risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

like i said, he’s not as old school as you might think. he’s down to try pretty much anything with you. as for risky locations, it kinda gets him off to fuck you somewhere there’s a chance of getting caught. the nerves and the rush of it all makes you squeeze in such a heavenly way around him, he has to shut you up with his palm or his fingers, bite down on your shoulder to muffle his growls… what was i saying? yes, risky locations. he doesn’t mind

stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

if this man could keep you in bed all hours of the day, he would. each round lasts a while. due to his mutation, his refractory period is practically nothing, and as long as he’s still making you feel good, he can and will keep going

toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no. he’s not necessarily against them, but he doesn’t own any, nor does he really buy any of his own volition. any toys that make their way into the bedroom come from you

unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s such a god damn tease. the easiest way to get to you without compromising his self control is murmuring absolute filth into your ear. he’s a man of few words but when it comes to sex? he could go on for days. about how good you’ll feel, how he’ll make you forget your own name, how he knows “you’ll take it like the angel i know you are right? yeah, you can take it.”

he also knows how you melt at just the sight of him. he’s an asshole, he walks around in his stupid wife beater, barely able to stretch over his broad chest. or without a shirt, sweats hanging low on his hips, tempting you with that one very prominent vein that leads down… (days of future past. iykyk)

volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s not loud but he is vocal. like i said, he’s got a mouth on him in more ways than one when it comes to sex. grunts, groans, every once in a while you might even get him to whine and it’s such a pretty sound. but you’ll hear more growls than anything. if he’s in particularly deep, you might even get something close to a snarl. he leans more towards praise usually but he absolutely loves to give you degrading praise too. “my pretty slut. my filthy angel. perfect little cumdump” etc.

wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s into collaring you. however, with how busy you both can get, it’s not always an option. what’s the next best thing? his dog tags. it seems innocent enough as you follow him around, his name around your neck, but every chance he gets, he’s using the chain to tug you closer, pull you in for a kiss. he loves when you ride him and the thin metal shines right there in front of him, a reminder of who you belong to. it’s the closest you’ll get to the collar when you guys are having quickies too

x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s hung. at least a solid eight inches, ridiculously thick, and prominently veiny. it’s so heavy, even when he’s hard it dips down, with sorry balls just as full and heavy to match. sorry babes, it’ll be a struggle. but that’s okay! he’ll make it fit d:)

yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

like i said, he’d have you in bed all day every day of the week if he could. he is always raring to go when it comes to you. he can’t help it, you’re just so good. all of you. “i need you baby. know you’ll take care’a me”

Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

doesn’t. at least not before you. sometimes, if he hasn’t fucked you entirely brainless, you try to stay up with him, and he finds it adorable how your mumbling into his chest slowly slurs into absolute gibberish, then eventually turns to even breaths. you’ll always fall asleep first, and it makes him smile every single time

a/n: i’m sick in the head i need him carnally guys help me

[caraphernellie]

PICTURE YOU. jackson!ellie masturbating. EIGHTEEN PLUS INTERACTIONS ONLY.

it was a spur of the moment kinda thing. ellie sat on her bed and gazed upon the new polaroids she'd taken to hang on her pin board, looking over each one with a small smile.

though with every picture, her eyes fall straight to you. she sighs almost dreamily, cheeks brazen with the faintest blush– how she'd grown to be this way was humiliatingly fast, because she finds you so desirable and it isn't exactly something she's proud of. ellie would say she's pretty capable of talking to people, she doesn't mind holding her own, but you throw it all out of the window. she's afraid of saying the wrong thing or doing something that's going to give herself away, and all too conscious about making herself likeable. what do girls like? to be honest, she doesn't really know, but she tries her best anyway.

and now she's biting her fist, suppressing a groan of embarrassment while reflecting on the day she had. she had the guts to call you pretty, and she asked if it'd be okay for her to put a picture of you on her wall because she 'likes to keep her friends close like that'. and you said yes. she swore she felt your radiance bloom like a flower in that moment, that she'd flattered you, but now she wonders if that was too straightforward. oh god, what if that was creepy?

no, no, surely not. you probably would've told her no if it was creepy. but now she's just staring at your pictures, even in the one group photo taken of you, jesse, dina, and ellie, her eyes still gravitate to you, and only you. she's down for the count, now lost in thought about what life would be like if you were hers. you'd be here right now, in bed, and…

"fuck," ellie mumbles, and these pictures aren't helping, least not with her trying to refuse the urge to slip her hand down her pants. the pictures certainly are helping her visualise you, though. her fingers reach the warmth inside her boxers and she stutters a curse before starting to rub at her clit. just make it quick, then i can go to sleep and pretend this never happened. 

she leans back on her heels, gritting her teeth to keep quiet. it's not like anyone's going to hear, but this feels shameful for whatever reason. she's never been so low before, touching herself while staring at your completely chaste pictures. there's even a blurry picture, taken mid-movement, and she still thinks it's stunning. she's never been wetter, fingers covered in mess as she circles her swollen nub damn near vigorously, heart beating faster than a jackhammer. 

"fucking, n–need you here," she gasps, steadily approaching her climax. she can't think straight anymore, mind drifting far away from any decency while she stares into your polaroid selfie. oh, the things she would do if you were here. and then she gets onto thinking about the kind of sounds you'd make, how your voice would fall weak, and... "m'cumming, fuck, you're so pretty. so pretty."

ellie wouldn't dare close her eyes in a moment like this, keeping her eyes trained onto that sweet smile, your features almost flirting with her. maybe that's what the aim was, maybe you were looking so beguilingly into the old lens on purpose when you'd snapped the picture. or maybe ellie's just making more shit up at this point.

she finally catches her breath, blinking before realising just what she'd done. "fucking christ," she whispers, wiping her sticky hand on the bedsheets quickly before grabbing the polaroids and setting them on her nightstand as a reminder to hang them up later– only now, she hears a knock on the door and a voice all too familiar calling her name outside.

[winstonsns]

the gang with a soc!reader

authors note: sorry the last one was kind of all over the place. i tend to ramble when i write so ill try to stay more on topic this time. in this preference, you and the characters will already be a couple :3 im also wondering if people are clicking the hashtags then they see my posts?? so if that’s what’s happening and you can see my posts when you click the hashtags please tell me because i have no idea if it’s working LMAO

includes: ponyboy, johnny, darry, soda, dally, two-bit and steve

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warnings: mild cussing, mentions of fighting/getting jumped

PONYBOY CURTIS

you both are academic BEASTS so you’re somewhat rivals and trying to get to the top of the class

but you’re still together, it’s a healthy relationship

most of the time, you’ll actually walk him home from wherever you are since it’s safe for you to walk home on your own, but since he’s a greaser it’s not safe for him

when you met the gang they taught you how to fight in case some greasers or even some socs tried to fight you

by walking him home, you’ve actually prevented him from getting beat up

you like to take him out to get food or something he wants when he gets a good grade since he gets happy when they’re high

sometimes you’ll get lower grades than him and you two will study together, or reversed

you’ll get him a new book every time he finishes another one, by the end of the year he has a new shelf just filled with books you’ve given him

you occasionally read him to sleep when he’s having a hard time, or again reversed

he falls asleep pretty quickly when you do this and he really appreciates it

you always sit together during assemblies and choose to be each others partner in the classes you have together

if you don’t decide to do track one year you’ll go to his meets, and after you always take him out to eat since you’re proud

if he’s extra tired then he’ll ask to go home so you will

you learned how to cook so he can have big nice meals, along with baking chocolate cake when soda and darry aren’t there to make it

pony thinks you make it better than darry but will never tell him that

he really loves spending time with you and feels like you’re the first person besides johnny to really understand him

you made him think about socs in a different way too, in a good way

yall are just humans doing what you know best, some in different environments and had different parents with different parenting styles

you like to bring him to the best places in tulsa to watch the sunsets

you also get the best polaroids of the sunsets and the colors are so beautiful

JOHNNY CADE

as soon as he told the gang that he was dating someone they were excited for him, then they found out you were a soc

dally told him to break up with you without even knowing you, johnny told him to give you a chance

when johnny invited you to the curtis house to meet his friends, you brought presents for all of them since you wanted to make a good impression

you had your ways about finding what they like and don’t like

they immediately took a liking to you when you gave them presents and a kiss on johnnys cheek

you’d patch him up and give him bandaids to take home after getting beat up by socs or his parents

sometimes you’d give him money and he would use that money to get you something you’ve been wanting for a while

he’s always so thankful for everything you do for him and everything you give him

since your parents don’t really care about the differences between greasers and socs, they let johnny stay over since they know things are rough at home

sometimes they’ll take you and him out for dinner with them and you think it’s so cute

he was nervous your parents wouldn’t like him since most of the socs parents would think he’s gross

he’s always proud of you for naturally getting good grades and seeing the smile on your face when you get your report card

sometimes when he’s upset you two will cuddle in your bed or you’ll drive him to a restaurant or fast food place

he always feels bad about spending your money but you tell him not to feel bad about it since you have more

DARRY CURTIS

things got more financially stable when you came into his life

you’d help him pay groceries and the bills if he was struggling, you also helped around the house

sometimes he’ll wake up to the smell of bacon, waffles, eggs, etc and suddenly its like he doesn’t have to be the responsible one 24/7

having you in his life has improved everything, and his brothers are so thankful to have you there too

you’re like a mother to them and they’re comfortable enough to open up to you

sometimes you’ll ask him out on cute little dates randomly just so he can get a break of hard work

he’ll take the day off and get all dressed up since you told him you were taking him to a really fancy restaurant

occasionally you’ll get your nails done just for your dates and he always notices

you’ll ask him “which color is better” and he’ll say “aren’t they the same?” then you have to explain to him that one is darker than the other

he still doesn’t see the difference but chooses one anyway since he likes to see you happy

he’s literally so in love with you and how you’ll do romantic and domestic things for him

you’re so beautiful and perfect in his eyes, and sometimes he’ll stare at you and his brothers will tease him

he really loves being around you and having you by his side

you also helped him become calmer, that pony and soda have their own problems and darry yelling at them probably just makes them scared

he starts to actually communicate with them and you’ll give him gifts for completing or succeeding because why not

he’s always like “hon, you didn’t have to get me this…” but you can see he’s happy with whatever you give him

he just loves you so much and his brothers love you too but obviously not romantically

SODAPOP CURTIS

people actually think the both of you are socs, i mean they’re half right

they think soda is a soc since he’s so handsome and think you’re a soc because of your mannerisms and how you’re very beautiful

you’ll always visit him at the DX just to hang out with him

your parents love him and how he treats you so they also let him stay over at your house

sometimes when it’s sodas turn to get groceries from the store, you’ll go along with him

he just wants to be around you whenever he can

you’ll offer to pay for the groceries plus stuff he doesn’t need but instead wants

once he got a pimple and he freaked the fuck out

you bought him some cleanser, moisturizer, sunscreen and pimple patches

you taught him how to use them and when, and in which order to use them in

his pimple went away in a few days

since you’re so smart and get good grades, you’ll help pony with his homework sometimes

soda will stare at you helping him from far away, he thinks it’s adorable that you two are bonding

when the two of you are in your room, you’ll play frank sinatra and the little dippers while having a home-date with sweets :3

you two have so much fun and he even opens up to you about his problems

you offer to get him a therapist but he says it’s that bad, you tell him to talk to you if he wants to talk about it again

he legit treats you like a princess and you love it

yall are the most attractive couple EVER no one can tell if they wanna be you or be with you

DALLAS WINSTON

when he realized he liked you he knew he had to protect you with his life

he needed a break from loud and annoying girls, then he found you

you could get quiet at times and you weren’t constantly screaming and acting like an annoying 12 year old boy

you got him to steal less since you could pay for things on your own

he didn’t really listen and still stole money from other people so he could get you things

whenever he got put in prison you could always bail him out due to the money you have

if he had to serve time then you’d give him money so he could spend it and get necessities

you’ll also make diy crafts for him on your guys anniversary and his birthday

he brings you to meetups with the gang, and they love you being there with him

you spoil him rotten and he loves it

makes him feel like a princess, weirdly enough

he’ll steal money to spoil you too, pays for your nails sometimes

you told him you wanted specific flowers once and he got you flowers sometime the next week, he acted nonchalant about it but he loved the happy look on your face

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

sometimes you’re quiet but he always finds a way to bring you to tears after laughing so hard

he’s literally the funniest person you’ve ever met

he never really expected a soc to get so loud since they were normally reserved and didn’t talk to many people

anyway you brought him to fucking disneyland once and he LOVED it

you booked a hotel and everything so yall saw mickey mouse

two-bit kinda laughed at him but he seemed happy so he didn’t care

he loves traveling with you and brags about it to the gang all the time

they say it’s cool then act like they don’t care but they’re kinda jealous he gets all that stuff

they’re happy for him though

sometimes you’ll get him little mickey figurines and he’ll put them on his nightstand, sometimes even carry it with him if it’s a keychain

he never would’ve expected a soc to be so nice to someone like him

he’s really glad that you love him and you show it

STEVE RANDLE

before you two started dating he tried to avoid you at all costs

he kinda thought you’d beat up him and his friends so he just stayed away from you

anyway when you guys started dating you’d drive him to the DX

you’d give him tips just for fun even if you didn’t buy anything from him

you’d buy him all sorts of little trinkets and such just so he’d have something to mess around with

i don’t have a lot of knowledge on him bro pls bear with me LMAO

he’s almost always with soda so you kind of became his best friend naturally

you’ll buy steve food on his breaks and drive him to restaurants or fast food places and you’ll eat on a bench or in a field together

you talk about some shit that happened at work while he listens

he’ll occasionally get you some food since he knows you like sweets

then you repay him with something he’s wanted for a while that he’s been asking for

whether it’s a book or food or a trinket idk

he loves you so much and is glad soda gets along with you so well

sorry this one’s shorter! i’ll try to make the preference longer next time. i’m gonna try to post at least twice per week but if im feeling good ill try to post more 💗 thank you for reading!

[taintedcigs]

✦ POLAROIDS | perv!eddie x reader ✦

part II is HERE!

wc: 2k+

pairing: perv!eddie munson x (kinda perv)!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! absolutely no minors!! male m*sturbation, or*l (male receiving), PERV!EDDIE, praising!! panty-stealing perv!eddie. slight dubcon, this is kinda dark so if this kind of stuff bothers u DO NOT READ!! i am not responsible for the media you decide to consume!!! JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: eddie knows it's wrong to go through your drawers and steal your panties, but he can't help it, especially when he has a great idea on what exactly to do with them.

authors note: okay I CAVED IM SORRY BUT i cannot stop thinking about perv!eddie, and more specifically i cannot stop thinking about perv!eddie who's obsessed with stealing your panties... this is proofread but i only read it once so pls ignore any mistakes !! enjoy this filth that im ashamed to post for being down this bad for EDDIE!! ALSO YES THOSE ARE TAYLOR SWIFT'S 1989 POLAROIDS I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT POLAROIDS 1989 COMES INTO MY MIND YES I HAVE ISSUES AND IM OBSESSED W TAYLOR SWIFT YES I EXIST!!!

eddie is a pervert.

or at least he feels like a pervert.

he's not proud of it, but he literally can't help himself when you're always around him.

it started out innocent, he would catch a glimpse of you in the hallways, enjoying the way your pretty giggles were infectious, making him smile immediately.

but then it turned into something else, almost like an infatuation, he was so addicted to being around you that he couldn't help it.

from little things to seeing your skirt flip up, to watching your tits bounce up and down with every curb eddie hit "accidentally", to the way he enjoyed you sitting on his lap while the two of you watched a movie, your ass shifting against his cock that made him hard immediately, to the way you made his mind fuzzy when you licked your ice cream, giggling as you swiped your finger, extending your finger so that eddie could also taste it.

it was as if you were teasing him, and it was driving him crazy, everything you did, eddie was obsessed with.

it was fine up until the point he started coming over to your house. it was as if something had taken over him, the first time he saw your room is when he lost it. it was filled with all of the posters of the bands he liked, you had shown it off to him like it was nothing, telling him that you liked listening to whatever he liked.

eddie knew then and there that he needed you in his life. forever.

when you left the room he couldn't help but go through your things, a huge smile plastered on his face as he saw the picture of the two of you, tucked to the side of your mirror.

then he started going through your drawers, he knew it was wrong, and he knew you could catch him at any minute, but it gave him this rush that he couldn't help but be excited about.

his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head when he saw your lingerie, the pink lacy set you had was enough to give him a heart attack.

and he couldn't help but take one, just one he promised himself, he knew it was a lie, he knew he would come back for more, but he stuffed it into the back of his jean pockets, knowing that he would be jerking off to them while thinking of you.

and when stealing your panties became a regular thing eddie knew he was fucked. he would sneak into your room when you were not around, stealing those cute little pink lacy panties you had a thousand of that you always wore with your tight little skirts.

he would jerk off with them, imagining your tight cunt as he fucked the material, finishing off inside as he released his warm load in the soft material. imagining how good it would be to see you wearing them, your cunt covered in his jizz, the thought of that alone would make him go feral.

and soon he would get so comfortable stealing them, cleaning them, and returning them that he would notice how careless you were with them.

he had stolen from you countless times before, and not once had you noticed, you kept going lingerie shopping with him because of how you always lost your panties, it was a win-win situation for him.

this caused him get a bit more comfortable, and soon enough, he was now in your room when you told him you'd be taking a quick shower, he was hurrying to go through your drawers, and he smirked at the sight of the cute little heart-shaped panties, remembering these panties from the day you wore that tight little black dress, showing off your curves and ass every time you bent over to pick up something eddie 'accidentally' dropped.

as he gets on your bed to engulf himself in your scent fully, polaroids on your bedside catch his eye, he slowly reaches for them, and his eyes bulge at the countless pictures of you in a bikini, they were all taken by nancy when you, nancy and robin went to that girl's spring break, leaving him behind.

his sadness at the time of you leaving is washed all away when he sees those pictures. each picture sends more blood rushing to his already aching cock, he curses and groans as he quickly unbuckles his belt, his cock stirs and hardens in his boxers.

and he's quick to release this tension as his angry hard cock springs free out of his boxers, plopping against his stomach.

he stretches the panties against the girth of his cock, and then wraps the panties around his pink tip, pre-cum beading out of his slit, while his other hand is holding the polaroids, examining every part of it.

the polaroid is enough to put a clear image in his mind, the first picture is you smiling, your tits are bursting out of your bikini and the only thing he can picture is how good they would look when you were stuffed with his cock, begging and crying for more beneath him, the way your breasts would bounce with every thrust is enough to cause a low groan out of him.

he's slow to stroke himself with the soft material, a part of him wants you to catch him doing this, a part of him wants you to see how crazy he is for you, he wants to see your shocked face as he fucks your precious panties, and a part of him wants you to help him out, he doesn't want this to be over so soon.

he goes over to the next picture, this time you're laying down on your stomach, your whole frame is in the picture and your ass is sticking out from your thong-like bikini, you face the camera as your gaze is dark, so filled with lust that he groans again, tugging at his cock harder with your panties as he imagines spanking your ass, leaving handprints all over your cheeks.

his fantasies intensify now as he imagines your soft hands over his rough calloused ones, giggling as you stroke him and kiss his angry pink tip. 'mmm, you're s'big, eds.' he imagines you giggling.

he gets to the next polaroid, and the sight alone is enough to make him spill his load all over the picture.

you are looking up innocently as you stick your tongue out, he has no idea why nancy would have this sexy photoshoot with you but he's not complaining as he forcefully tugs your panties along with his cock, his pumps getting intense.

'what d'you want me to do, eds?' he imagines you batting your eyelashes at him as you are standing between his shaking thighs,

'd'you need me to suck you off?' he imagines you asking with your doe eyes.

'yes, doll, need your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.' he pictures your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, taking all of him.

'f-f-fuck, just like that, pretty girl.' he groans, praising the imaginary you.

'y'like that eds, y'like me sucking you off?' he winces at your words, his hand began to fist his cock harder, beads of sweat dripping on his forehead from the way he imagined you, he needed to cum.

's'big eds, it's s'fuckin' big, hmmm' you purr, even in his fantasy, eddie is needy.

'need you so bad, princess.' his voice is strained from his groans, he's fucking himself so hard against your panties that the material is straining him, giving him a mix of pleasure and pain.

he imagines holding your hair in a tight grip, pushing your head further as you gag around his cock, all teary-eyed as you look up at him, the image of your saliva mixing with your salty tears causing a strained moan out of him.

'y'gonna cum for me eds? paint my throat with your cum?' the way he imagines you with your doe-eyes and your filthy words is too much for him, his knuckles are white as they abuse his poor aching cock.

'yes baby, need to fill your throat with my cum.' he whimpers now, he feels pathetic, so pathetic, fucking your panties as he's ready to cum all over your polaroid pictures, just so he could show them to you, tell you how fucking pretty you look covered in his jizz.

he imagines you hollowing out your cheeks, as you take all of him with your pretty little lips, his huge cock hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him, and your hands stroking whatever's left of him, massaging his balls, and eddie's eyes roll in the back of his head.

just then, he hears the shower noise turn off, and he knows he doesn't have much time left.

'need your cum, eds. need to taste you.' the imagination is more than enough to get him closer, his grip on your panties is so tight that he can feel his cock ache, he needs to release himself, and he needs to do it now.

'gonna cum, baby, s'good, princess, doing s'good.' his thighs tremble, as eddie's hand sped up now, he bucked his hips forward in a rough movement as the image of you beneath his thighs taking him all was etched into his mind.

'f-f-fuck, gonna fill that sweet mouth of yours.' he groans, and he tugs on his cock faster and faster, his thumb swiping over the tip messily as he releases his warm load into the hem of your panties, animalistic groans leaving his lips.

'take it all, baby, shit.' he murmurs as his cock twitches in your panties, his sticky load covering all the soft material.

the sound of the bathroom door opening causes panic out of him before he can even ride out his climax he places the polaroids on the bedside and then he places the panties next to your clean clothes, getting dressed as he attempts to look nonchalant, sitting on your bed.

'sorry i took so long.' you giggle as you enter, and eddie just hums, his mind still hazy from what happened and the blood is rushing to his cock again as you stand in front of him with a tiny towel wrapped around your body.

your legs are shining and the towel is so tight that he can see the curve of your ass, and your breasts are so pushed together that eddie wants to curse himself for being this perverted about you.

he straightens himself, trying to appear as normal as you walk over to him.

'can you turn around, i'm gonna change.' you murmur, heat rising to your cheeks.

he awkwardly nods as he places himself in front of the mirror, a smirk appearing on his face as he watches you putting on the panties that was covered with his warm cum.

he expects you to have a shocked face, turn around and accuse him, or he expects you to believe that you got so aroused that you immediately soaked your panties, and he thinks he could help you with that.

but what he doesn't expect is to hear you whimper, and his head shots up at the sound, 'mhmm' you almost groan and the blood is quick to rush to eddie's cock again, he's hard as a rock.

'it's not warm enough.' you hum, as eddie turns to face you, his brows knit together in confusion.

'w-what?' he stutters almost, you shrug.

'next time i'd prefer if you actually came in me.' you say nonchalantly, and eddie's jaw almost opens at your words.

his mind is about to explode, he's stuttering, he wants to apologize, but at the same time he wants to know how you knew, he's speechless.

'i- i'm sorry.' he stutters as he attempts to get closer to you, a smirk forming on your face.

'how did you know?' he asks in a timid voice, he can't help but admit how much this excites him.

'oh, eds, who do you think put those polaroids in there?'

final author's note: OKAY IM SORRY ITS A BIT CHEESY BUT PLSPLPLS PLEASEE LMK IF YOU WANT A PT.2, my asks are open! request away <3 ily all hope yall enjoyed this filth omg mwah xo, em <3

[verysium]

how bllk boys would react when u draw them, could either be rlly good or rlly SHIT u choose idk (plz include barou and the itoshi bros) 😊😊😊 i love you and ur works, and the way u write the boys and ur content makes me laugh fr, one of my fave bllk authors mwjahaja 😓 have a great day, ily:3 and the icks post made me smile like all of ur posts do!

thank you so much anon ♡ this ask had me contemplating very seriously, so apologies if it's a bit late:

sae is definitely awestruck in some way, even if he doesn't immediately show it. i think i talked about this in a previous headcanon, but he has a deep-seated admiration for artists who can grasp abstract concepts because he himself cannot. he would be somewhat flattered if you drew him since he's never considered his own appearance to be particularly inspiring. would be appalled if you considered him your muse. like....why? to him, his looks aren't anything of importance (clearly he is blind.) would probably say your drawing was inaccurate but then hang it up by his nightstand so he can look at it every night before he goes to sleep. if you're a full-time artist, he probably keeps a little stash of your gifts in a small box beneath his bed. sometimes if he's having a bad day or he lost a game, he goes back and flips through them just to make himself feel better. secretly loves the way you draw his bangs and the little swoop you do in your signature.

kaiser corrects every single detail in your drawing. stands behind you and gives you little pointers here and there. he should have an 8-pack, not a 6-pack. his jawline isn't sharp enough in your initial sketch. poses shirtless in front of you so that way you can encapsulate the full extent of his sexiness. shows off your drawing to every living creature in existence. "isn't he handsome?" like...🙄 yeah, michael we know. he's probably the hardest to draw because of his tattoo, so i think he genuinely appreciates it when you put in the effort to capture his intricacies. will never admit this but he's low-key proud of you and your talent (mostly just your ability to make him look good.)

rin is one of those people who doesn't understand hyperrealism. like why does he need a highly detailed sketch of his face when he can just take a photo and print it out? i don't think he understands art in general. probably despises modern art too. he'd take one look at a rothko painting and be like....i could draw this too...in my sleep. similar to sae, i feel like he's just numb to the sentimentality of gift-giving. doesn't understand why you would waste your time drawing a little picture of him, but it does make his heart feel strangely fuzzier, so maybe he'll keep it this one time. lo and behold, months later he now has a collection of your drawings he doesn't have the heart to throw away. refuses to let isagi or anyone see them because they're meant for his eyes only.

yukimiya has impeccable taste. in fact, he's probably an artist himself. i think it'd be cute if you both drew little sketches of each other throughout the course of your relationship. but neither of you ever knew until you gifted him your sketchbook for christmas, and he was like....guess what...i drew you too. thinks you're pretty even when you don't think so. sometimes when you're having a coffee shop date, he scribbles a portrait of you on his napkin because the sunlight hit your cheek just right in that moment, and the birds were chirping, and he fell in love all over again. i think it's also tragic that he's slowly losing his eyesight, so he won't be able to enjoy your drawings and the vibrant colors you infuse into them. that's why he treasures them even more. probably thumbs over the pages from time to time. memorizes every stroke and line.

isagi likes the way you always draw that little tuft of hair that sticks up on the top of his head. it looks like a cute little bean sprout. he pins your drawings up above his bed next to a polaroid of you two in germany. buys you a professional art set for your birthday. if you're a digital artist, he buys you a new tablet and stylus.

bachira adds his own doodles next to yours except he makes a chibi version of everything. always pesters you to include his little fangs. uses the boldest combination of colors. he would definitely be a messy artist. paint everywhere. fingernails perpetually stained a different color. you both draw during class, so when you two trade notebooks to actually study......there aren't any actual notes.

barou acts like he doesn't know what to do with your drawing of him but then the next day you visit his house, and he's already put your artwork in a fancy picture frame. refuses to let anyone else even stand within a ten meter radius next to it because he doesn't want their "nasty fingerprints" all over your beautiful masterpiece.

[starlightsuffered]

Innocent Pictures

Info - horny Timothée, innocence kink, kinda age play a little not really, long distance, phone sex, pervert Timothée, size kink and breeding kink a little bit, virgin fetish, masturbation, butt plug

The photo had been innocent enough, in theory; but I knew that’s what got him going. My curvy, soft body in a small pink thong and a crop top that barely covered my supple nipples. My eyes were bright and I bit my lip. You couldn’t even see my body in the picture, just my tousled hair and wide gaze. I knew he’d be thinking about the rest of me though.

I knew he would be picturing what only he got to see. He loved when I dressed up like a sweet, guiltless little cherub. I would smile demurely at the camera.

I didn’t look like I was trying to press my breasts together so they bulged. I didn’t give off the vibe that secretly my holes were lubed and slick for him. I was meant to look chaste, because that’s how he liked me. He liked me looking so angelically pure and good that it made him feel like a sick disgusting pervert when he got hard to just my smile.

“Ohhhh fuck, baby,�� I heard the shaky voice the moment I picked up the phone. I smirked as I listened to the wetness. He was so easy to work up.

“Hi Timothée,” I said with a giggle. He groaned over the speaker.

“What’s that noise?” I asked as I began to stroke my thighs. I knew I could only tease myself.

“I bet that young fucking pussy is so wet. Fuck, you’re so pretty. You have such a gorgeous face,” he was practically growling. I could hear the precum schlicking as he tugged on his cock aggressively.

“Did I do something to turn you on?” I asked as I leaned back on my bed.

“Show me, show me that gorgeous cunt,” he demanded. I spread my legs and my Northern lips. I turned on the camera so he could see over the video.

“Fuck me,” he grunted. He was not breathing right. He sounded feral.

I had a sopping entrance and a pink bejeweled butt plus sitting pretty inside me. There were still bruises from his fingers, the last time we’d fucked. He was away for a little press tour right now. I knew I couldn’t touch myself, but I was allowed to tease.

“That young, fertile, cunt. Fuck, it’s so tight and bare. I need that innocent little body bouncing on my big perverted dick again.”

“Is that what you are?” I cooed. “A pervert? Hard just from an innocent selfie of my face.”

“Fuck yes. I want to cum over and over, cover your pure little body in so much semen that you can’t remember what it is like to be clean. I want to take your fucking purity. Let my big pervert dick ram in that angelic pussy until you’re bursting with my seed,” he panted.

“I don’t know what it’s like to be covered in cum. Will you reach me? Will you train my young, virginal, inexperienced body to take your giant perverted cock?”

“Oh say more pretty girl, I’m so close,” he nearly whined.

“My sweet, pure face covered in smiles as I barely know what’s happening as you release your spunk on it again. My tight, fertile cunt filling again, not understanding I need to take birth control or I’ll get pregnant. Your degenerate tendencies unable to help themselves as they see such a pretty lamb, unused and spotless.”

“Fuck baby girl!” He cried. I couldn’t help but giggle at what I did to him. He let out a sound of erotic, hedonistic, pleasure. My little laugh had been what did it.

Seconds later, Timothée sent me a Snapchat picture. He’d somehow printed out a Polaroid of my selfie. The selfie was coated in sperm. White globs of cum were soaking into my image. I was immeasurably proud.

“Can’t wait to do this to your real face” - T

[simpinberry]

for my mental health i need hcs of bella ramsey x fem or gn reader with words of affirmation love language ‼️‼️

hi guys i’m back to feed you some more bella content ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ hope i did this right and that u guys like it :) also tysm for the requests

listen listen!!! after taking a shower she would 100% leave sweet compliments on the foggy mirror for u to read. will add ‘kiss your s/o’ to your to do lists.

will text/send photos of random things that reminds you of her throughout the day. she does this especially when she’s on set and you guys can’t talk much. they have your favorite snack there? sends u a photo and tells u theyre thinking of u. lots of i miss yous, love yous and that she can’t wait to be home to see u again. “text me abt what you get up to today babe” “pedro is making fun of me because i’m apparently such a simp for you, he is absolutely, in every way, correct ;).” “i saw a butterfly today n it reminded me of the pretty tattoo you have”

will watch u like the weirdo she is when you’re getting ready in the morning. sneaks up behind u and repeatedly attacks ur face with kisses. “i have the most beautiful gf in the world” “omg i love this purple eyeliner on you, it rlly suits you” “your curls look really defined today, the new conditioner you got is so good!! my beautiful bby”

is the type to whisper compliments in between kisses. yk like corny spelling out of i love you in between pecks? yep, does that. “i really really like you” “my darling” “mine” “you’re so cute” in between kisses hehehe.

spam texts you when you send/post a photo. in your dms/comment section screechingggg!! my mans is DOWN BADDD. needs and loves to comment “first” on ur posts. they actually make up most of ur comment section. “BABE IM DYING YOURE TOO BEAUTIFUL” “so glad we’ve advanced technology so i can stare at this photo 4life if i want to” “you+this dress= my death”

randomly tweets a photo of you, captioning it “this is my darling, be jealous, gn”

very validating when you’re upset and talks you through it. thanks you for speaking up and communicating abt anything that’s been bothering you. SPILLS THE TEA WITH YOUUU. you have a co worker you hate? she hates them too. listen to me when i say she is on ur side, she is shocked and they’ll even remember stuff you’ve previously told them to add to the fire. best bf frr “thank you for telling me babe, i’ll really keep it in mind next time, i’m so sorry for hurting your feelings like that” “it sounds like it’s been difficult for you to complete (insert task) you’ve been working through it so well :)” “he said what??? yeah like he’s one to talk, go go! continue tell me more i’m invested” “babe you’re honestly so right, this is why i always listen to u”

definitely acknowledges you so so much when you accomplish something. will go on about how proud they are of you, how well you’ve done and how wonderful it is. big or small, bellas on her way to pour her heart out to you. would be unbelievably encouraging throughout the process too, telling you to keep going and trust the progress. “you’ve got this babe, go on :))” “that drawing is absolutely amazing, you’re so talented omg look at the details” “you submitted your assignment?? ahead of time?? that’s my girl frr” “these cookies are amazing, thank u sm for baking them ughh give me a hug you’re the best baker ever, they’re so soft!!”

you guys will be facetiming one night when shes away in a different country for filming. she’s been gone two months and you really miss them. you get a bit emotional talking abt it and they really listen, telling you to let it out. just before you guys hang up they tell you to look at the last drawer of your jewellery box. turns out she wrote you a letter before she left, many letters in fact, for when you really miss them. you can’t help but sob reading it. she attached a polaroid photo of you guys kissing at bottom of the page. she’s so incredibly kind in the letter, telling you how wonderful its been getting to know you these past few months. "hehe youre probably crying from how nice im being" istg this mf even teases you in writing. when you're finished you call her back, they immediately burst out laughing at your blood shot eyes, “hahahhs i knew you’d cry”. sneaks in a ‘you look so pretty even when you cry’. tells you they have more hidden around your room and that when you need it she’ll tell you where you can find more ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

goodnight!! if i made any mistakes, no i didn’t. byebye!!

[lilac-hecox]

Is it too early to ask for an ianthony mistletoe story 😭

For the sake of transparency I got this ask in October so it was too early, but now it is not!

Merry Christmas, Smoshblr!

Ian/Anthony - Ianthony - Mistletoe

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Despite being the owners of Smosh, Ian and Anthony had very little to do with the set-up for the holiday company party. They approved ideas, of course, approved expenses, Anthony insisted on a photobooth, but beyond that, they trusted the staff around them to pull off a great party.

Mostly, the Smosh crew did just that. The venue was lively and filled with games and the photo booth Anthony wanted. There were gift bags being given away, an open bar, good food, and it made Ian proud to stand at the front of the room and see all his friends and employees having fun and thriving.

Anthony slides up to Ian’s side and bumps his shoulder against Ian’s gently.

“Pretty cool party, huh?”

Ian looks at Anthony and gives him a smile. It’s hard not to. Sometimes Ian still feels like pinching himself to make sure this is all real, that Anthony is back, and they own Smosh, and somewhere along the lines of their lives, fate has righted the way things were always meant to be. Anthony’s eyes are soft and warm and tell Ian that he’s feeling exactly the same thing right now.

“Really cool. The crew did a great job.”

“They did, so stop standing against the wall and come and have a shot with me,” Anthony says, laying his hand on Ian’s arm.

Before either of them can make it to the bar, Erin and Heidi are in front of them. Erin has a polaroid camera in her hands, and she grins at them in a way that just screams trouble.

“Okay, Smosh Dads we got you,” Erin says plainly, but she’s smirking at them.

“Got us?” Anthony asks with a nervous giggle.

Erin doesn’t say anything, but she points upwards to the ceiling. There tacked above the spot where Ian and Anthony happen to be standing is a sprig of mistletoe.

“Haven’t we as a society moved passed the concept of mistletoe?” Ian asks.

“Yeah, pretty toxic behavior, Erin,” Anthony teases.

“Shut up, it’s just for fun. We have a ‘Kiss Board’ near the bathrooms with all the kisses we’ve caught,” Erin says. She lifts the camera, “So…”

“I am not kissing Ian,” Anthony says.

“It wouldn’t be the first time!” Erin argues.

“Wait,” Ian says, “you’re making other people kiss?”

Erin rolls her eyes and Heidi hands over a stack of polaroids she had been carrying, giving them to Erin.

“Well, no, see that would be problematic. We’re offering the chance, the potential to kiss, you know, with a tiny bit of peer pressure and loosening the definition for what a ‘kiss’ means,” Erin says.

“Just for tonight,” Heidi adds. Erin nods in agreement.

One of the pictures on top is Amanda planting a huge and wet kiss on Angela’s cheek. Another shows Chanse kissing Shayne on his forehead.

“Of course, we need our dads to kiss. It’s Christmas after all.”

“Christmas is still like a week away,” Ian argues.

Erin opens her mouth, but then Heidi is nudging her with her elbow to Erin’s side.

“Tommy and Spencer are under the mistletoe over there!”

Erin whips around and the two make a beeline for the men. Anthony watches, shaking his head. He glances at Ian and Ian doesn’t think it’s in his imagination that Anthony’s cheeks are a soft pink.

“So, let’s just not mention this whole kiss board thing to HR, what do you say?” Anthony says.

Ian nods, “Agreed. How about that drink now?”

Anthony nods and then he and Ian move towards the bar, but Ian can’t help but watch from a distance as Erin snaps a picture of Tommy and Spencer. Tommy’s arms are wrapped loosely around Spencer’s waist because Tommy is pleasantly tipsy and Spencer is giggling, and Erin is laughing and shouting about how they’re supposed to be kissing and not just posing together.

He sees the moment that Spencer sticks out his lips exaggeratedly and then Tommy rolls his eyes and quickly pecks Spencer on the lips as Erin snaps a picture of them, and then the whole group breaks into giggles.

Anthony orders them two shots of tequila from the bar and the bartender is quick, bringing them to the counter with a nod. Anthony thanks the man and slips a folded bill into his tip jar with a nod before he picks up his drink, Ian doing the same.

The two of them clink their glasses together in a ‘cheers’ before sipping at the way too strong shot.

“Oof,” Ian says.

Anthony makes a face. “Yeah, I don’t remember the last time I’ve drunk tequila.”

They finish their shots and Ian is only vaguely aware that in their position near the bar, there is no mistletoe to be found. For some reason, he has a strange mix of both relief and disappointment forming in his stomach.

“Okay,” Anthony says with a bright grin, “I have one more best friend request.”

“Let’s hear it,” Ian says.

“I want to take a picture with you in the photo booth.”

Ian grins, his face and stomach feeling warm already from the shot.

“Alright, that’s fair.”

Then Anthony tugs Ian excitedly over towards the photo booth set up near the display of different arcade games. Ian can see a group of cast and crew members gathered around the punching machine, hollering, and cheering for one another.

Anthony pulls back the black velvet curtain of the photo booth, letting Ian slip inside the narrow space of the booth first with Anthony following. They sit together side by side, thighs and elbows touching as Anthony sorts through the options on the machine.

“We don’t need anything fancy,” Anthony says.

Ian smiles and then he glances upwards and snorts, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“What?” Anthony says, a laugh already forming on his face.

Ian points upwards and then Anthony looks up and they both see the sprig of mistletoe that someone – mostly likely Erin and Heidi – taped to the ceiling of the booth.

Anthony laughs, his face reddening in the process.

“Well, thank god no one is in here to hold us accountable for that, huh?”

Ian lets out a giggle and nods, his own face getting red. “Yeah, man.”

“Okay, so poses. Why don’t we do one normal one and then the rest can be stupid?” Anthony suggests.

Ian nods. “Sounds good to me.”

Anthony presses the button on the machine and the screen shifts to show the two of them along with a timer counting down from 10. Anthony poses cutely next to Ian’s face and Ian shifts between a legitimate smile and a blank faced stare.

“Ian! This is our normal one,” Anthony says with a laugh.

“This is my normal face,” Ian says blankly, which only makes Anthony laugh.

Anthony manages to school his expression back into the cute pose as the timer hits 0 and it snaps a picture of the two of them. The next one they both pull a stupid face and there is something fun and freeing about doing this with Anthony, doing this for the sake of them, for their friendship, because they want to be together and have a memento from this night and moment together.

“This one, what if it looks like you’re sucking my dick?” Anthony says with a laugh.

“What?” Ian giggles, “fuck you, you suck my dick.”

“Oh, come on, Ian. It’ll be really funny.”

The timer ticks down and Ian rolls his eyes, but then he leans just enough and opens his mouth to give the implication that he might be sucking Anthony’s dick in the photo booth.

Anthony is laughing hard enough to wheeze, and the machine is urging them to prepare for the last photo of their set. Ian looks at his best friend, the curls that hang in his face, his cheeks red, how happy he is and how happy Ian feels because they are together again.

“Anthony,” Ian says.

“Yeah?” Anthony asks, wiping his eyes.

“Maybe we should do our last one as a…kiss or something?”

“What?” Anthony says, “you’re fucking with me.”

Ian shrugs, his heart speeding up. What is he doing? He shrugs.

“I mean, the mistletoe is in here after all.”

Anthony looks at him seriously, blinking, before his tongue sweeps across his bottom lip.

“You want to?”

Ian shrugs again, but inside, he knows he does.

“Doesn’t have to be for the kiss board. It can just be for us.”

A fond smile spreads across Anthony’s face. He leans forward and presses the glowing button to indicate that the two of them are ready for the final photo in their set.

The timer begins to countdown from 10.            

Anthony turns so he’s facing Ian. Their eyes are meeting, and Ian can’t bring himself to look away. Anthony leans in just a little and he cups Ian’s cheek gently and soft. Ian has no idea what the timer is on, but he leans in, meets Anthony half-way in the small space, and presses his lips to Anthony’s.

Their kiss is sweet and simple and fills Ian with a warmth he can’t even begin to describe or understand.

Distantly, he’s aware of the flash going off but he’s too focused on Anthony’s warm fingers cradling his jaw, and their lips pressed together.

It all ends too soon. Anthony pulling back and slowly lowering his hand from Ian’s face. They look at each other, and there are years of past, present, and future strung out between them. There’s a decision, a choice, and Ian was brave once, brave when it mattered, and it got him Smosh and Anthony back.

He summons that bravery again and leans in to fist a hand in Anthony’s dumb Christmas sweater and pull his face close so he can kiss him again. No posing, no cameras, just them.

[syddsatyrn]

☆Pairing: - Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

☆Warnings: Fluff, sexual themes, Eddie takes nudes for the reader, smoking, Characters are all 18+

Minors DNI, scram!

☆Words: 1.8k

☆Summary: Eddie doesn't have a lot of money, but he’s determined to get you a Christmas present. He gets creative with a polaroid camera and comes up with a more "personalized" gift. (You're gonna want to scroll to the bottom lol, trust me)

☆Notes: This fic is apart of a holiday prompt challenge @hellfiremunsonn and I are doing for our Christmas event. You can find that post Here. We will be doing holiday prompts and request all month long so come join us!

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Eddie might not be the smartest, the strongest or the most well behaved person on this planet. But one trait he did possess was determination. Eddie had been saving up, selling extra weed, pinching every penny from his shows. But he just still didn't quite have enough to pay for all the things he wanted to get you. You deserve only the very best after all. It's the middle of December, he doesn't have very much time left to curate the perfect Christmas gift. Okay, maybe he did procrastinate a little. 

Eddie sits crisscross on his bed, sorting coins and loose paper bills. When he realizes he only has about 55 dollars, he sighs. Maybe Uncle Wayne was right about getting a real job. That wasn't going to stop him though. This is actually a rather important Christmas. In January, your parents want to take you to Italy as a graduation gift. Now, don’t get it wrong, he was happy for you . But he's never been away from you for this long and it worries him.

What if she meets some hot Italian guy with money and class? You come from a pretty wealthy family, it’s never been a problem before, but Eddie can help but feel a little inadequate in comparison to what he imagines you should go for. He taps his chin, trying to turn the wheels in his brain. “C’mon, Eddie, think…”

Eddie’s mind wandered for a bit but his eyes suddenly focused on your polaroid camera hanging off his bedroom door handle. You had left it here and Almost immediately the thought popped into his head. He gets up and grabs the camera strap, trying to remember how this thing works. He inspects it carefully, noticing the timer on the lens barrel, “Seems easy enough…”

Eddie has never done this before for girls he’s dated in the past. He’s thought about it, but he didn't feel like he could be spontaneous or confident enough. Eddie trusts you far more than you know, and wants to show you that he does. He feels completely safe with you and knows you love him no matter what.

He places the camera on top of his amp and removes his shirt, tossing it somewhere. He sets the timer and sits on his bed, leaning forward, elbow on his knees, and an evil look in his eye. His long brown curls cascade around his face. The camera flashes and makes a whirring noise then the polaroid slowly prints. Eddie takes it between his fingers and shakes it gently. After some waiting, the picture was clear enough to see.

He was initially rather surprised it came out looking exactly how he wanted. With heightened confidence, he grabs the camera and hops onto the bed. Eddie leaned against the wall and angled the camera low. Another flash and another polaroid but this one featured his waistline in a pair of low hanging sweatpants. Examining his work, he’s kind of proud of himself, they actually look really good.

Eddie grabs an envelope from his desk and places the photos inside for safe keeping. He pulls a cigarette from the pack near his bedside table and lights it. He takes a second to think, staring at the camera on his bed, maybe he should take a couple more?

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Loud chimes from the alarm clock fill the room, shaking Eddie from his sleep. He scrambled to hit the button on the top to silence it. He lets out a weary sigh and pulls a cigarette from the pack on his nightstand. He lights it and saunters over to his bedroom window, it has stopped snowing, but a blanket of white coated the trailer park and it didn't look like it was going away anytime soon.

It's Christmas day, he's been looking forward to giving you this gift for over a week now and the suspense is killing him. Eddie opens his bedroom door, figuring now is a good time to make coffee. But to his surprise, sitting in his doorway is a red paper bag with a note attached to it.

“Nephew, I know we agreed not to get presents this year but I couldn't pass this up. I went to town to help some folks get their cars unstuck. Be back before dinner.”

Merry Christmas, Ed

- Uncle Wayne

He peers into the bag and pulls out a pair of chunky black boots. Great timing considering he has to leave the house in this weather. Uncle Wayne really came through today. He makes a mental note to thank him later tonight. Eddie proceeds with his normal routine, a cup of coffee with a joint and then he gets dressed. He layers up with a long sleeve shirt under a black hoodie. Eddie added a red flannel on top of that, then his leather jacket. The boots Wayne gifted him are extremely comfortable. His other pair are completely tattered and the tread is worn down to nothing.

Eddie grabs a large dark blue bag out of his closet. He goes over his mental check-list before heading out the door. Keys, wallet, smokes, lighter, present. When he opened the door a rush of cold air cut through him like a knife. He shuts the door and locks it behind, the snow crunches under his feet as he makes his way down the front steps and to his van. She started right up and Eddie breathed a sigh of relief.

You didn't live far from him, about a 15 minute drive. The roads had been plowed so the operation doesn't seem so treacherous. Eddie popped an Iron maiden tape into his vans cassette player, music always helps him concentrate. He parks down the road a little and trudges his way through the snow and up your driveway, gift in hand.

He took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell to your family home. He could hear all sorts of clamor behind the door. Children laughing and playing, conversations, and classical music meld together. Then you open the door, a bright smile on your face, the same smile that melts Eddie’s cold heart every time.

“Hey! Merry Christmas!” You say as you throw your arms around his neck. Eddie uses his free arm to pull you closer, you look down at the black paper bag then meet his gaze. “What do you have here, handsome?” Your voice is smooth and sweet, it sends a chill up his spine.

“Just a little something for the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He peppers your face with kisses and you pull him inside by the collar of his jacket. Immediately after that, your mom walks around the corner and visibly gets excited.

“Eddie! I’m so glad you made it! Are you hungry?” She asks, always offering him food every time he visits.

“Yes ma’am, of course I am. It’s always nice to see you again.”

“Oh you too, sugar.” She notices the bag, “Awe! How sweet! Did you bring that for y/n?”

“Should I open it now?” You laugh at your mom’s usually nosy antics.

“No! No…uhh it's very personal.” Eddie falters, attempting to save face.

“Okay, whatever you say. We can go to my room.” You giggle at how worked up he is, the curiosity is killing you, what could be so “personal” in this mystery bag. You take Eddie's hand and lead him upstairs, once you pass the threshold of your bedroom, Eddie shuts the door behind him.

“Oooo so secretive.” You giggle and Eddie smiles, his eyes however tell you that he's a little nervous. Eddie hands you the bag and you sit on the bed. The first thing you pull out is an envelope, but Eddie tells you to open that last. The second thing you grab is a hoodie, you unfold it and immediately recognize the texture. It’s the Metallica hoodie you steal from him every time you come over.

“It's yours now.” He says with that signature smirk you still can't get enough of.

“Eddie I–”

“Nope. I will not be taking any criticism at this time.” He retorts and crosses his arms. Next, you pull out a small, rectangular black box with a red ribbon. You open it and gasp softly and stare in awe at the beautiful stainless steel chain with a small heart shaped lock pendant.

“Oh my god, Eddie, this is so pretty. ” You turn your back to him and motion for Eddie to help you put it on.

“Only the best for my girl.” He says proudly, grabbing both ends of the chain and clasping them together. You push all your hair to the side and reposition the pendant. You look at him for approval but all he can do is smile. His nervous thoughts about not being able to spend more on you faded the more he saw how much you love it. “Okay, okay. Now you can open the envelope.”

“Saving the best for last?” You tease as you carefully tear open the front of the envelope.

“Maybe.” Eddie can't stop smiling, but there is a slight red tint spreading across his face as he watches you open it.

Upon looking inside, you see a piece of paper, most likely another one of his hand written love letters you adore so much. But there are about 5 polaroids in there. You take them out and carefully examine the first one, you can feel your face growing warm. You flip through each one very quickly and immediately hide your face in your sweater sleeves.

“EDDIE! Oh my god!” You’re absolutely shocked. This was definitely a surprise to you. Your face felt like it was on fire. Why does he have to be so hot at unexpectedly, Eddie always seems to keep you on your toes.

He starts cackling and saunters over to you and cups your cheek. “I didn't want you to forget what you’re leaving behind when you visit Italy.”

“A very good reminder indeed.” You giggle and lace your fingers with his other hand, “I couldn't forget you even if I tried.” Eddie presses his lips to yours, starting off slowly, you hook your index finger around the collar of his hoodie and pull him just a little closer. Eddie carefully crawls on top of you while his lips travel across your jaw, pinning you to the bed.

“Do you wanna know what I got you for Christmas?” You coo in his ear as you card your fingers through his long brown locks and tuck some of his hair behind his ear.

“Hmm..?"

“ I can't tell you because it's personal.” You mock his earlier statement and he chuckles under his breath followed by a huff.

“But I could show you.”

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“I wanted to do something different, make it so you can’t get me out of your head, you know? These are FOR YOU only. Merry Christmas, sweetheart. Enjoy your Vacation, you deserve it.”

-Love,

Eddie ♥️

Disclaimer: (Not my photo, I shopped this with photos from Pinterest)

[mizusnose]

Lay your hands on me

Part One

Mizu x Akemi

3.5k words

tags: Modern AU, Questioning Sexuality Akemi, Lesbian Mizu, Making Out, Smoking, Lesbian Porn, Sexual Tension, Mean Mizu, Hometown Trauma

Summary: Akemi experiences post-grad loneliness (and horniness) and starts questioning her sexuality. She goes to a local bar in her hometown to fix it. Mizu helps her out with her dilemma.

A/N: I just think it would be neat for Akemi to start questioning her sexuality while she’s back in her hometown. More specially her attraction towards hot butches 🥰

Post-grad life was treating Akemi pretty well. Granted, it had only been a week since she had graduated, the soft pane of her childhood window awash with snow and dirt from the wind. Her parents hadn’t turned her room into an office, workout room, or storage like most of her other friend’s parents had done. Instead, she got to look at all the k-pop posters she had hung up in her high school era. Splattered polaroids when that was a thing, marked by pink sparkly sharpie and stickers too cute and too childish for her now. The whisper of her childhood frozen and unfettered by time.

She’d fall asleep amongst the mountains of unpacked clothes and wake well into the day, drowsy and sticky from the space heater. Deciding to relax and rot only lasted a few days before her life started picking back up without her.

She had to get paperwork done for her job that would start at the tail end of January. Some local newspaper position that sounded exactly right on paper in every way. She didn’t want to talk about how long she took to accept her offer when it popped up in her email five whole days after graduation.

Her parents would scold her for taking showers daily, especially if she wasn’t going anywhere so she was left to rot in her pajamas bottoms since she got back home. The only real thing changing was her shirts and whether or not she decided to wear a bra that day—which was usually a no go.

She wondered if this is what post-grad life was really supposed to be. Late mornings and reheated coffee and pajama bottoms. Akemi didn’t want to think about how others her age were probably out with their friends, family, or significant others for the holiday break. All of her friends were still at university or had moved away. While her hometown friends were moms, engaged, or no longer in contact.

The glow-in-the-dark stars that shone a deep muted green for minutes after she turned off her light was her only company on cold nights. Her longtime business major boyfriend Taigen had broken up with her before he graduated in the spring six months ago. Something about moving to New York and making it big. Not like he was gonna be interning under his fathers company that already made millions.

Although, Akemi supposed she wasn’t too different from Taigen in that respect. Both her parents were realtors that ruled their hometown. It’s what paid Akemi’s way through undergrad. It’s what she was expecting to pay for her masters.

After all, she wasn’t staying here for long. The plan was always a gap year to start saving before going out into the world and conquering it, or whatever it was that was advertised most these days. This would be temporary.

But then again, a degree in English was never really a great option was it? Or at least, that’s what her parents would say when they thought she wasn’t around. To each other in the pantry that meets the lip of the kitchen. Or at their hosted neighborhood dinner parties, whispering and shaking their heads with other parents. It wasn’t a lifestyle choice they were proud of.

The fact that she had hauled all of her stuff from college back home was something that only proved their point further. Akemi felt like a child who wasn’t stopped when her imagination got too big, and now she was dealing with the consequences.

Feeling lonely and horny on top of it all felt like the icing on top. Her collection of dildos and vibrators tucked away at the bottom of her underwear drawer seemed crude and way too loud in her parents house. She would watch porn and work too long and too hard to orgasm. Taigen always used to marvel at how wet she would get. Now though, Akemi found herself reaching for lube every time she wanted to masturbate. It felt like an important part of her unraveling. A key turning point.

The first time that Akemi got off to lesbian porn, she felt guilt in a way. She’d watched it before back in the beginning parts of college when everyone was experimenting. Akemi herself had kissed a girl at her first house party at eighteen years old. However, this time felt different. She barely got halfway through the cringey teacher and student plot before Akemi had to shove her pajamas down and rub one off mean and messy. No lube required.

The second time it happened, Akemi used a dildo and was more prepared for the hunger that bloomed inside her gut. It was like a forest fire the way the desire burned into her. A kick to her gut and a shove to her clit and she was gone.

She didn’t understand. Taigen had always fucked her the way she wanted—slow and soft and with whispers and cuddles afterwards. It was fine. It was sex.

This was something entirely different. One that Akemi felt was important to note. She’d never fucked a girl. Never been fucked by one either. Her very limited experience of women started and ended with the porn she was starting to rely on to get off.

She texted her friends about it. Got a flurry of responses that ended up with Akemi self-reflecting and asking herself what she wanted.

It wasn’t an easy decision. She told her girlfriends as much. They suggested a night on the town, and Akemi figured why not? It had been ages since she had gone out. Been even longer since she had gone out in her hometown.

So that’s how she finds herself in a bar that doubles as a sports spot during the day. Billiard tables line the entryway and take up most of the place where groups of men and women alike play. It’s a Saturday night and a bit busy for a small town. The bartop is a long expanse of wood that juts out at a corner and extends to the other end of the room in an L shape. It’s a small place. One room with a connected outside patio with stringed lights.

The security guard has to double check her ID and even after that he eyes her closely as she enters. Akemi feels overdressed the second she gets in. Mostly everyone is wearing jeans. Akemi spots a tank top here and there, but flannels and long sleeves with a modest crop and cut are the majority. Every guy is a copy and paste of rough jackets and some snapbacks worse for wear.

She sets her jacket on a rack and wraps her arms around herself. The velvet of her shirt barely extends past her shoulders before it connects to lacy long sleeves that hide nothing. Her matching butterfly tattoos hover above her collarbones. The deep V-cut of the shirt leaves little to imagination, and the cropped cut accentuates her waist. The mini skirt and tights are just as out of place. Akemi feels herself turn hot and wonders if this is really the place she should’ve gone to.

But before she can second-guess herself, she swallows hard and marches to the bartop to order herself a drink. She’s already slightly tipsy from the wine she had with her dinner beforehand. Yet the liquid courage disperses once Akemi reaches the mess of bodies blocking the bartop. She squishes and politely tries to wiggle her way through but is met with less than friendly looks.

Just as she’s started to give up, a strong shoulder brushes up against her and nearly shoves her out of the way completely. Akemi feels the wine as she stumbles. Her face feels hot when she turns to see who it is, and feels it burn hotter when she realizes.

It’s a woman. Dressed in dark wash jeans and doc martens. She’s also wearing a long sleeve shirt. The waffle-knitted thermal pulls tight at her shoulders and back and neck. Her legs go on forever and Akemi watches allured as the woman moves with ease through the crowded bartop. Her profile is sharp and angular. The jut of her jaw, the peak of her cheekbones, the point of her chin. Her nose and soft curve of her forehead are the only distinguishing features that scream woman. Otherwise, the undercut and pulled back hair would’ve thrown Akemi off completely.

She watches as the woman gestures to order. Her two fingers long and pink from the cold drink in her hand. It’s half empty in her hold and Akemi wants.

It sits with her, then, how familiar the woman looks. It comes in flashes suddenly, the last couple of pornos she’s searched for and watched. Two women, bodies writhing, hot and panting. But beneath that, the difference between a taller, leaner and mean-looking woman and a smaller, bustier, whinier one. The crux of Akemi’s desire all along.

Akemi recalls the title of that first porn video she’d gotten off on. Hot Butch Professor Teaches Student A Lesson.

The woman waits for her drink and gets what she’s there for. As she leaves, Akemi feels that familiar punched-out feeling. The start of arousal. A spark catching.

She tracks the woman to the edge of the room. A billiard table observing the games going on. She’s as tall as the other men and her rounded tinted glasses reflect the low hanging lights. Akemi forces herself to look away. Her phone is dug out of her purse and she smashes a question into the group chat.

Guys, what’s a butch?

Her chat explodes instantly. Some gifs of eggplants, a picture of the blonde girl from atlantis, and one actual answer in a paragraph-length text.

She skims, looks at the woman, skims again, and nods, determined.

After managing to force herself through the crowd in a similar fashion to the woman, she gets a drink. Something fizzy and sweet. There’s a cherry floating on top.

Akemi wonders how this works. If there’s a method to flirting with other women. She shakes her head at that, there shouldn’t be. It’s attraction. Akemi knows attraction. Has been the center of it many times. So, with her resolve, she struts to the woman.

The height difference is apparent when Akemi meets the woman’s gaze. She’s wearing combat boots that have at least an inch on her usual height, yet she’s still looking up to grin at the woman.

“Hi.” Akemi says. She leans against the wall, tilting her head and showing off the stretch of skin on her neck.

“Hm.” The woman says. She regards Akemi carefully. Her eyes flicker to her matching butterfly tattoos. The action fizzles inside Akemi’s belly like the drink in her hand, “You are?” An eyebrow raises, and oh she’s mean, isn’t she?

“Akemi. And you are..?”

The woman meets her eyes again. This time over the tint of her glasses and Akemi is caught. Feels like a small creature fenced in by a predator. Like a fawn in a snare, bloody and vulnerable and raw.

“Mizu.” Her voice is deep and raspy. Akemi shudders at the sound. Mizu must notice because she takes a sip of her drink and works an ice cube into her mouth. It crushes against her canines. Akemi watches mesmerized, “You new to town?”

“Hah. No, back for the holidays.” Akemi lies. She figures it’s easier to have an escape, “That easy to tell?” Akemi jokes, getting closer and working with what Mizu seems to be giving.

“A bit.” Mizu drags her eyes down Akemi’s body as an answer. Akemi thinks she might combust.

“Yeah? How so?”

Mizu flicks her eyes around the bar and grins. She bends down to get to Akemi’s level. There’s a hand at her waist.

“Most girls wait until I’m tipsier to start flirting.” Akemi’s hip is gripped tightly by Mizu’s warm firm palm, “I can be mean.”

As quickly as Mizu is there she’s gone in the next instant. The lip of her cup against her mouth. Standing back up like nothing happened. Her hand is still on Akemi’s waist though. A warm firm heat.

“I’m eager.” Akemi replies. Makes her eyes wider and bites into her lip.

Mizu frowns then. Takes another sip of her drink and sets it on a nearby stool, “No. You’re confused.”

The hand disappears then. The cold shocks Akemi as she makes an aborted sound. A start to a sentence.

“But, I-“

“I don’t fuck straight girls.” Mizu states simply. She’s turned back to the room now, disinterested. No longer facing Akemi, the illusion of privacy is lost. The sounds of billiard games come back and Akemi startles.

“I’m not…not—“ not straight. Was that right? It didn’t feel completely right. Not completely wrong either. Akemi didn’t know exactly. Wasn’t meant to be thinking about it right now. She was here for an answer to a question, “I want to.” Akemi feels like it’s an okay response to her swirling thoughts.

Mizu doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even look at her. Rather, she chugs the rest of her drink and walks back to the bartop. Akemi feels the air brush by her and she stews in annoyance at the outcome. Doesn’t know why when she’s the one who is apparently walking around with a giant neon sign that says straight girl.

She finishes the rest of her fizzy sweet drink and eats the cherry. It tastes like her childhood and she chuckles at the irony. Wonders what young Akemi would think about her right now. Trying to get some in her hometown because she’s what? lonely? As if no one else in the existence of the world hadn’t been lonely.

She chats up some guys that buy her drinks for the rest of the night. It’s familiar and all the tricks work on them easily. There’s no fight about it. No pushing for more. No pulling for dominance. Cat and mouse be damned. Akemi convinces herself she likes it.

Mizu doesn’t linger inside long and soon enough she’s out of Akemi’s sight. Akemi tells herself she doesn’t care.

A couple drinks turn into more and suddenly Akemi’s drunk. It dawns on her that she’s had more than she thought when the guy she’s talking to grabs her waist as she stumbles. The touch is in the same place Mizu placed her hand earlier. It doesn’t feel nearly as intense.

Akemi promises she’s fine to walk when she leaves the bar with her purse and phone in hand. The December cold shocks some alcohol out of her, and makes her realize she’s left her coat inside.

“Urgh.” She’s turning around to head back inside when she notices a figure at the edge of the building. Plumes of smoke flow out of Mizu’s mouth and Akemi can smell the tabaco from where she stands.

Maybe it’s the alcohol or the cold realization that Mizu may have been right that Akemi stumbles over. A fight is what she wants, but what she gets is another pretty cocked eyebrow and lips that must taste like cigarette smoke.

“You smoke?”

Mizu seems surprised by her confidence but quickly recovers.

“Yes. Need a light?”

Akemi is upset for some reason. There’s been no success tonight and she’s determined to make it Mizu’s problem.

“I don’t smoke. Too bitter.”

“I have a vape too.” Mizu suggests, scooting over for Akemi to lean next to her, “‘ts sweeter.”

Akemi throws a glare at Mizu. She’s still beautiful under the combined glow of a nearby street lamp and the reflecting christmas lights that hang off the roof above them. The falling snow only makes Akemi’s heart thunder.

“Don’t do that either.” Akemi mumbles, pouts despite being the one who denied it, “My ex used to be addicted. I hate the smell.”

“Huh.” Mizu says inhaling another pull before exhaling away from Akemi. It’s gentle, the way she holds concern for Akemi, “Ex-boyfriend?”

“Ugh not this again.”

Mizu casts her a glance. A faraway knowing look that makes Akemi feel so young. Almost like she’s a kid again. Not like she’s just graduated. She pouts harder.

“I’m interested. I want to…I want to try it.” Akemi says. She’s shy now after all her big emotions have worn themselves out with the stretch of silence on Mizu’s end, “And you’re hot.”

Mizu chuckles, takes another drag and then flicks her cigarette into the snow. Turns towards Akemi and pushes into her space. There’s the touch on Akemi’s waist again. It feels colder than before. Akemi groans.

“You don’t know what you want.” Mizu says. Her voice has dropped and become deeper. She’s frowning down at Akemi. A wolf under the full moon. Akemi is trapped and her breath hitches. Her thighs squeeze together, “Don’t even know the first thing about being with a woman.”

“I-I..I do!” Akemi stutters. Determined to win this game she’s started.

“Oh yeah?” Mizu asks, pushing pushing pushing.

“Yeah..” Akemi didn’t notice earlier that Mizu had freckles. A smattering of them on the bridge of her nose and beauty marks on her chin, her cheekbone, the edge of her lips, “We make out first.”

Mizu smirks, gives Akemi room to wrap her arms around Mizu’s neck.

“Okay.”

It’s a clear go ahead and Akemi is pressing her lips to Mizu’s. There’s no finesse. Two lips touching. Akemi pulls away and is flushed from her own actions. She avoids Mizu’s eyes and looks at the expanse of forest that engulfs their tiny town instead.

Mizu is still close, her nose brushing Akemi’s own. Her breath is hot on Akemi’s face. She smells like cigarettes and suddenly Akemi doesn’t mind it at all.

“Cute. Now let me show you how. Properly.”

Mizu tilts Akemi’s chin up. They’re looking at one another now. The tinted glasses now gone from Mizu’s face. Akemi wants.

“Understood?” Mizu asks. Her hand has slipped to the back of Akemi’s back, brushing her tattooed collarbone with the movement. Her other hand has clamped down on the jut of exposed skin and Akemi whimpers.

“U-understood.”

And then Mizu is kissing her. It’s nothing like Akemi’s gentle kiss. This kiss is wet and hot. A pressing smear of heat against Akemi’s mouth. Her mouth is open and suddenly Mizu’s tongue is there licking and exploring. Mizu’s hand presses into Akemi’s hip and slips under the velvet and Akemi shakes despite herself. Pulls away to gasp at the cold press of Mizu’s palm against her ribs.

Mizu laughs, kissing her jaw and ear and chin as Akemi huffs out little whines.

“Pathetic. Can’t keep up at all.” Mizu growls. She grips the back of Akemi’s neck. Hard, “Not done. Take it.”

Mizu kisses her like they’re going to fuck.

Akemi realizes this when Mizu’s hand leaves the sensitive skin of her ribs and drifts under her skirt. Up the tights on her thigh and underneath the line of her ass. Her fingertips find her underwear and the wet of her cunt. It’s brief and gone before it’s even fully there, but Akemi whimpers and accidentally bites down on Mizu’s lip at the feeling.

“Hah.” Akemi’s lips feel puffy and swollen when they part. The sound alone makes Akemi wetter, pushing her thighs together tighter for friction, “Please..” She reaches up for more, and Mizu stands up fully then. The distance too great for Akemi to close by herself.

“No.” Mizu says. Her pupils are blown and the blue that Akemi was mesmerized with is now harder to make out.

Akemi shivers at Mizu’s blatant staring and is surprised to find Mizu’s own breathing is staggered. Clearly affected after all.

“You’re cold.” Mizu steps away then, hands coming undone around her. Akemi feels like a puppet with its strings cut, boneless against the wall. She shivers hard, proving Mizu’s point, “Here.”

Akemi’s bundled up in Mizu’s sweater when Mizu invites her over. It’s a clear indication of more and Akemi’s chest hammers with the implication. She nods shyly, shoving her hands into Mizu’s jacket pockets. Is surprised to be met with gum wrappers, coffee straws, and sticky notes.

“No sex tonight. You’re drunk. I have roommates.” Mizu explains just as Akemi is trying to discretely update the group chat with the recent events, “There aren’t any buses running now and I live nearby so..”

“But! you kissed me!” Akemi whines. Ah, she can hear the way the alcohol has made her voice more pitchy. She nearly misses the down step of the curb but Mizu catches her, hand strong around her waist, “Okay, fine. But, can we make out some more?”

Mizu nods sagely. She leads Akemi towards the sidewalk. The falling snow lands on her head and shoulders and Akemi wants to leave marks there if she’s allowed. Akemi distantly thinks that Mizu would be into that, being in charge.

I’ll find out tomorrow morning.. Akemi thinks, delighted at the loophole she’s found. She presses into Mizu’s side as they walk back together.

[wordsbymae]

"They ain't lap dogs you know, they're working dogs and you spoil em too much" but mousey is for sure his lap dog lmao

so now farmer finally has them. what now? would he propose, not like in the the other AU when he is older? or would he just start going around the town telling people about his little wife/husband/spouse? because, what is little mouse supposed to do? they just can't say no to the only person that is so nice to them, the only person that takes care and protect them (or so the farmer say). mousey must return the favour.

I literally was going to answer about an hour ago but got completely distracted by making a mood board for the farmer's two dogs cause you reminded me of them. whoops!

Anyway!

Oh for sure!!!! He doesn't need his boys to be his lap dogs when he has the prettiest thing all to himself.

There is no way on God's green earth he will ever actually propose. Don't get me wrong, he wants nothing more than to marry his little mouse and put a ring on it. But actually courting them? Actually having to be vulnerable and open himself up to rejection?

Never ever going to happen.

I can see this going really two ways, there is a third secret option but that's for later.

The first way is he just starts acting like you're married. Tells everyone in town he can't stay too long or the missus/ his partner will be getting worried. Gushes about your cooking to anyone who will listen makes it clear that he's got a sweet little thing waiting all for him back at home. Carries a Polaroid picture of you hugging Pancho, with a big wide smile and while Lefty sooks in the corner. He'll show it off whenever he has the chance, talking about you and your boys.

Those who watched you two that day at the farmers' market just nod their heads with smiles and wish him all the best. He probably starts even wearing a plain gold band. Proud to show it off.

Meanwhile, the reader is confused when the very rare times they leave the farm everyone wishes them congratulations (and asks if any kids will be coming).

Mouse brings it up to the farmer and tells them they don't want people getting the wrong idea. They're just friends. The farmer just laughs at this.

"It's a bit too late to stop them from getting the wrong idea Mouse"

He practically gaslights them, I mean what's the big problem? Who cares if a few town folks think they got hitched. They are living together. You do act like a homemaker. You can't blame anyone for thinking you two had been married for years. The only thing stopping you two from actually being seen as truly married is the lack of a ring on your finger and you not being in his bed.

And would it really be so bad? Being his?

He's been so good to you. So kind. Like how a real husband would act. He looks after you and protects you. Buys you the prettiest things and asks nothing in return.

But now he is. Now he's asking for payment. Be his little homemaker in law as well and he'll take care of you like he always has.

You can't say no. You quit your job when your cottage burned down, just as the farmer told you to.

"I'll look after you mouse. Until you get back on your feet of course"

No one is hiring in town and even if you did get a job you wouldn't be able to buy or even rent a house. There was nowhere to go. There was taking the chance on living on the streets but wouldn't it just be easier to just say yes?

He was kinda right. You've already practically been his stay-at-home sweetheart, how bad would it be if you put a ring on your finger. This is everything you've ever wanted. To be his pretty spouse, him all to yourself.

So why did it feel so wrong?

The second is mostly fem reader but he would not be against baby trapping. If for even one moment he thought you would say no to being his wife, he would resort to baby trapping. I always view this fic set in the 60s or 70s (maybe even 50s) so there would be no way you could leave him with a babe in your belly. You would have no husband and no support. So of course you don't really have a choice. You're already on thin ice living with a single man, but that was something you could cover by explaining why. But a baby? That can't be hidden, can't be explained away. So as soon as you knew, the farmer would have a priest ready and waiting.

Tag list: @floraroselaughter

[ohtobeleah]

Hi leah! I just found your strictly scandalous drabbles and I am panting! Woof! If you are taking requests, could you write a sequel to bob x reader x hangman polaroid one? The little hint at something more at the very end has me on my tippy toes !

I also loved the hungman one btw 😘

Ah yes, the much anticipated sequel to this bad boy. Please I beg you 🙏 save me from hell.

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“You’re fucking kidding me.” Bob had sat you down in the shared living room of the dorms on base when he broke the news that Jake had not only gone through his stuff, but he’d stolen the polaroids of you. “Bob! We have to get them back!” You stood to your feet, panic rushing through your body as your heart raced in embarrassment–but when you actually went to leave? Bob was gripping at your wrist pulling you back down into his lap. “What are you doing? We have to get them back before–”

“I already got them back.” Bob admitted and you felt an instant wave of relief wash over you. “But not in exchange for nothing.” He couldn't even look at you, couldn't face you when Bob had to tell you what he’d agreed to in order to get your pictures back. He wasn't proud of it, but it seemed like the most tolerable idea out of the several options Hangman had given him.

“What don't I know–?” You asked softly, tipping Bob chin up so he’d face you, look you in the eye and hopefully tell you something that wasn't gut churning or hard to hear. “Bob honey, it's okay–you can tell me.”

“Hangman wants to watch next time I take pictures of you.” It physically stung when Bob had told you what the exchange had been. “And I said yes because out of everything he suggested it was the most mundane of them all.”

“Having you take Boudoir Photographs of me doesn’t extend out to Jake fucking Seresin!” You hissed as you pushed yourself out of Bob's lap. “God are you kidding me, Robert!” Oh, fuck–he really was in trouble. Bob hadn’t been called Robert since his mother had schooled him last for not separating the whites from the darks when doing his laundry. “I'm not some commodity that can be traded! I'm a person, with real fucking feelings and I'm not comfortable with this!”

“Before you rip Bob's head off–” Jake's voice echoed through the living room as he leaned on the wall, arms crossed over his chest. How long had he been watching? “He wasn't all that up for sharing either.”

“Get the fuck out of here Hangman before I break your fucking nose.” It wasn't a threat Jake took lightly as he approached you slowly, holding his hands up in surrender. “And how fucking dare you take those pictures! They weren't yours!” It was more embarrassment than anything taking–because deep deep down? There was something so hot about the fact Jake had taken them. It wasn't to anger Bob or piss you off–although they were added bonuses. Jake took the polaroids because he thought you were incredibly attractive for someone he thought had never touched a man in her entire life.

“Can you really blame me?” Hangman taunted as he stood toe to toe with you, tilting your chin up to match his gaze as he looked down on you slightly. “My favorite was the one of you in the men's locker room getting off with the shower head–bet I could do a better job if you gave me the chance?” You couldn’t fucking breathe, there was no way Jake was doing this right in front of Bob. “I bet Bob here wouldn't mind taking a pretty little picture of you withering away under my touch.”

“I said you could be present, I didn't say you could touch her Seresin.” That's when Bob stood up, stepping between you two as he came to your defense. “That's the deal, you’d sit in the corner and keep your mouth shut, that's what we agreed on.”

“How’s about it Vee?” Jake grinned as he waited for you to agree. “How about a front-row seat?” It wasn't that you were okay with it entirely, perhaps you needed a few nights to sleep on it–but there really was a part of you that found it fucking hot that Jake was so obsessed with you he wanted to see what went on behind closed doors when Bob did an x-rated Boudoir shoot with you.

“You can look but you can't touch.” That's all Hangman needed to put his plan to fuck you into place. Grinning ear to ear as he stuck his hand out for you to shake.

“Deal.”

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When the day had finally come–Jake stayed true to his word. Well, for the most part anyway. For the first half of the shoot, he watched with a hard on the the size of Mt fucking Evertest as you touched yourself, clad in Bob’s pick of lingerie. The more you thought about it? The more you tolerated the idea when you thought about being in lingerie–not completely exposed.

“That’s nice baby– touch your neck for me, yeah?” Bob instructed you as you spread your legs a little more as you held the pretty black vibrator against your lingerie-clad clit. Choking yourself as Bob zoomed in–capturing you for all you were worth as he laid flat on the carpet of his dorm. Snapping away. “Just like that, wanna see you cum.”

For the most part, you could ignore Hangman's presence as he sat on Bob's bed, completely entranced by your beauty as you softly moaned out Bob’s name and worked yourself towards an orgasm just so he could take a pretty picture of the moment and keep it forever.

“Can I suggest something?” Jake's voice nearly startled you as he slid off Bob's bed, crawling towards you before dragging you forward by your ankles so he could slide in behind you. “Don't worry, I'm not trying any funny business Bobby boy, just trying to help you capture the moment.”

“Make it quick–” You groaned as you shuffled forward a little more as Jake slid in beside you. “I was really close.”

“Trust me.” was all Hangman growled as he keeled behind you, pulling you back by your shoulders so your back was flush against his thighs. You could feel his hard-on pressing against the back of your neck. “Do you trust me, Vee?” You wanted to say fuck no–but you found yourself nodding as you went back to working the vibrator against your swollen core as Jake wrapped his hand around your neck. His exposed lower abdomen was barely in the shot as your jaw slacked and Bob took the shot.

“That looks awesome, Jake–just cup her breast really gently for me.” You’d tuned out to what the reality of the situation was. Your boyfriend was directing Jake fucking Seresin to touch you in ways you never wanted another man to touch you. But coming from Bob? It felt so right, it felt so powerful and it felt so good as Jake slid his hand down the valley of your chest–doing exactly what Bob had instructed.

“Like this?” Jake cooed as he squeezed over the top of your lingerie–making you shiver under his touch as you turned up the power on your vibrator.

“Perfect–” Bob was being extra careful not to capture Jake's face in any of the polaroids that fell from the bottom of his camera. “Stay like that until Y/n cums.” Jake tightened his grip on your throat as you tensed up, your breathing had increased to something beyond rapid as you coaxed yourself towards a high. “Come on baby, you look so pretty–doesn't she Hangman?”

“Just the prettiest.” It had surely been the praise that sent you over the edge. As Jake and Bob tandomed praising you with sweet nothings you felt yourself giving over to the tsunami that was your orgasm. Bob was laser focused as he captured you in the state you were in— your jaw slack as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Thighs trembling.

“Ohhhhh fffuuuggghhhh—“ You sounded like an angel, Jake swore he’d never heard a more beautiful sound. Arousal dripped from your cunt, seeping into your panties as you collapsed into Hangman who shared a look with Bob who just shrugged and continued taking photos. As much as he hated to admit it? Bob was capturing you in a way he’d never seen before and it was turning him on to new extremes.

“So, I have another idea—if you're down?” Unbeknownst to you and Bob, this had been Jake's plan all along. To wiggle his way into the picture just enough to take over and manipulate the situation in his advantage.

He wanted his own Polaroids of you—not that he hadn't taken photos of the ones he originally stole from Bob on his phone. He’d never jerked off to someone as perfect as you. He’d admit Robert Floyd was a lucky man but fuck he didn’t know how to handle a woman like you—no way no how.

Not only did Jake want his only Polaroids of you, but he wanted to taste you, he wanted to fuck you. He wanted to show you just what he could do to you—but he needed to crawl before he could run.

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It was an experience you thought you’d never be able to check off your 2023 bingo card—Bob was positioning you just right. His hands guided yours to where he wanted them.

“So good for me baby, just want you to look up at Jake with those doe eyes I know you’ve got yeah?”

“Like what you see darlin?” Jake taunted as he looked down at you, you were down on your knees for him. As he beamed a shit eating grin at you—the grip his hand had in your hair only tightened to pull a reaction right out of you.

“Ahhh—“ You hissed as Jake twitched in your hand, you were palming him off through his boxer briefs. Again, Bob saw no identifying features of you nor Jake for only a few shots. He was preemptively preparing for the conversation he knew he’d be having after this was over. Jake would want his own polaroids. If Bob had the share Jake wasn’t getting any with your face in it. Or his for that matter. “Kinda feels like you like what you see too.”

“Vee, I’m fucking mesmerised.” Jake was honest as you slowly but surely slipped your hand into his briefs. Bob snapped away as he surged you through whatever thought process you were having.

“Nice baby, whatever you wanna do I’m okay with—so long as you’re comfortable.” You knew things would be complicated after this, but your inner self wasn’t holding you back. You wanted to explore, experience whatever this was that was being handed to you on a silver platter.

“Yeah Vee, so long as you're comfortable.” Looking up at Hangman through your lashes, you kissed up the side of his shaft. It drew an audible groan that was so deep and prolonged from the depths of his chest out of him. “Shit, you know what you’re doing after all.”

As you shifted your lips to wrap around Jake's tip, Bob kept snapping away, he’d surely be out of film soon—but he wasn’t missing a single moment of this. Perhaps he was into Voyeurism, because he’d never been so hard before. Palming himself off while he took polaroid after Polaroid if you sucking Jake Seresin off.

“Uuhhh fughh Y/n you nasty little bitch.” Jake had accepted the fact this might be all he gets tonight, not wanting to push the limit too far. He’d play his cards right and reel you into the idea of fucking him eventually. With or without Bob present. But for now? He’d settle for the way you were taking him inch by inch into your throat. Gaging as he shoved himself a little further down with a little force.

“Watch it Seresin, that’s still my girl you’ve got your hands on there.” Bob warned from behind his camera as you pulled away with a gasp. Teary eyed and a string of saliva connecting your lips to Jake's tip.

“Just such a pretty little mouth, I couldn’t help myself.” Jake winked as he tilted your chin upwards. “You aren’t gonna not finish me off are you?” He raised the question and you remained silent, not wanting to give Hangman the satisfaction of a verbal answer. Instead you just took him back in your mouth. Bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks as you worked to suck him dry. “Ahhh yes that’s right Vee, suck my fucking cock.”

Bob was growing increasingly concerned that this was getting a little out of hand. As he snapped his last polaroid, he looked up and saw he was nearly out of film.

“I’m outta film Hangman, sessions over—“

“God, give me like ten more seconds.” He groaned as he took control of your head, his hands cupping your cheeks and fisting into your hair as he face fucked you. Gags echoing off the walls before a final primal moan escaped Jake as he pulled out and held your head back, jerking off to paint your face.

Bob just couldn’t resist using his last snap on such a sight. God you looked so pretty. Coated in cum.

“Come by my dorm with a few of those will ya Bobby?” Jake asked as he leaned in to lick a strip of his load from your cheek. “And make sure you call me when you actually wanna fuck Darlin.”

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#Strictlyscandalous Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

[ultimateissuessimp]

Golden days

One shot

Word count: 1,036

Warnings: I don't think there are any (Let me know if you think something is warning worthy)

Notes: Yeah, yeah, if you didn't already know it's based on the song "Golden Days" made by Panic! At The Disco.

I found a pile of Polaroids In the crates of a record shop

Y/N looked through his apartment's attic that he lived in with his husband, Killian in search of his practice swords. He promised Henry that he will train him since the kid was getting bored and wanted to learn something that he might need and what was better if not self defense?

But while he was searching, he stumbled upon a little casket filled with trinkets that he and Killian had gathered over the decades of being together. So many memories in one place, stored safely for the sake of a day when they'd maybe would like to share them with their future child or even children, tell them stories of their shared adventures and their ever blooming love for each other. There were some gold coins from different kingdoms, cultural pieces that spoke of long histories, even the small things like the little notes they made each other or drawings. What he completely forgot about were those moving pictures that Y/N took anytime he seemed fit thanks to a small, futuristic device that he had found one day while they were traveling across a land filled with gadgets some people could only dream of.

He looked though dozens of them. There was one he took of Killian peacefully sleeping in their shared bed on the Jolly Roger, exhausted after an adrenaline filled hunt for treasure and mischief. He looked so beautiful then that he couldn't help himself but snap a quick picture, testing the camera out. The picture swaying gently with the rocking of the ship against the waves of the ocean they were swimming on. That was the first ever picture he took and after he saw it when it manifested in his other hand, he made it his personal mission to document each moment worthy of remembering.

There was also a picture of Killian simply smiling devilishly at him while he steered the ship. Gods, he looked so hot while doing so it would be a shame not to snap a picture. It just so happened that he managed to captured a wink that was sent his way in the last second. He smiled lovingly at the memory and caressed the picture. The next one was both of them making goofy faces at the camera while they sat on a rock on the beach, near the docks they stopped at while they were watching the sun set.

The last one he looked at was actually made by his husband while he was presenting him a hand picked pretty flowers that he had turned into a flower crown and was making his way to Killian to put it gently ontop of his head. He was smiling so widely then, proud of himself of doing that. Who would've thought, a pirate making a flower crown and casually placing it onto another pirate's, nonetheless his captain's, head. It was unheard of and yet it was so… Sweet, so simply and domestic.

Forever younger Growing older just the same

Y/N got lost in his memories of their adventures, remembering the times when they stayed in Neverland for some time, the magic around the island keeping them from aging. They saw each other during their best and worst, forever young in their age thanks to the magic, but even younger when spending time together, acting like children when nobody was looking, chasing each other around on the sandy beach, splashing each other with water or playing hide and seek on the ship when the crew was sleeping below deck.

All the memories that we make will never change We'll stay drunk, we'll stay tan, let the love remain And I swear that I'll always paint you

He went back to the drawings, finding many that they either made of each other or the simple little doodles of their wished future with one another. Forever capturing them, drunk with love and seeping with adoration. Completely blind, guided by their feelings. Decades passed and they loved each other the same if not even more than before.

Time can never break your heart But it'll take the pain away Right now our future's certain

Y/N also thought of the time they got separated, the curse taking him away from his beloved, making him forget about Killian right in the moment he was trying to find a perfect ring to propose with under the guise of wanting to visit an old friend, assuring Killian not to worry and simply go for the supplies they stopped for. It was supposed to be just a few days trip that ended up being 28 years… And yet they found each other again despite the odds.

As he reminiscenced about the old times he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind and a hot breath hit the back of his neck. He jumped slightly at being startled like that before relaxing into his husband's hold and resting his back against Killian's chest, his head laying on his shoulder as he closed his eyes and smiled softly.

-What've ya got there, luv? - Killian asked, his voice soft yet holding that slight rasp that made Y/N shiver each time he heard it in any situation. God, he loved this man so much it was sometimes unbearable.

-Just some things that we've gathered over the years, our memories - he answered with a quiet chuckle before turning his head to the side to place a sweet kiss upon the blue eyed pirate's cheek. Killian didn't let it end just at a kiss to the cheek, quickly turning his own head to press his lips to Y/N, letting them move in a slow tandem.

-I love you, Mr. Jones - Hook murmured into the kiss, letting his nose rub against Y/N's lovingly and the man smiled at his antics.

-I love you too, oh captain, my captain - he said the affectionate words back to him, knowing that they were not enough to portray how deeply he actually felt for the man that was holding him so gently yet firmly in his arms.

Yeah, He won't let it fade away.