It'll Last Longer (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One-Shot
It’ll Last Longer: After being gifted a Polaroid camera, Bucky becomes infatuated with taking pictures. Reader finds out that Bucky likes to take pictures of her, leading them to discovering Bucky’s camera kink.
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Smut. Minor kink shaming. Minior humiliation. Come play. Camera kink. Extremely NSFW!
When Steve brought Bucky to the tower for the first time, you were curious about him. He was a bit reclusive. When you held out your hand for him to shake, he stared at it as if it were some kind of deadly insect. The man hardly looked at you more than twice after that. Steve assured you that Bucky did like you, it was just going to take some time for him to get used to being around females.
“He hasn’t seen a dame that wasn’t running for their life since back in the day,” he explained.
You understood completely, figuring if you just gave the poor guy some distance, he’d come around at some point. It was only the first day, so it was no big deal. You made sure to give him a smile each time you saw him and even exchanged good mornings at breakfast. It took a while, but he began coming out of his shell bit by bit.
However, nine months into his stay at the tower, Bucky still wasn’t ready to go on missions yet.
There were days when he was stuck at the tower by himself with absolutely nothing to do. He watched movies on Netflix, worked out in the magnificent gym, and even tried drawing like Steve did. But the boredom was becoming unbearable. That’s when Steve took it upon himself to get his best friend a hobby.
“What is this?” Bucky asks, curiously fiddling with the device in his hands.
“It’s a camera. Y/N used to have one growing up, so I figured you’d like it.”
Steve took the camera from his friend’s hands and turned it towards him. After a bright flash, the mechanical sound of the picture printing made Bucky’s eyes widen with shock. They watched as the small Polaroid picture ejected from the camera.
“Holy shit!” he gawked as he stared down at the camera.
“Language, Buck.” Steve laughed and tossed the camera back to him.
The camera became Bucky’s new obsession.
He began snapping pictures of small things at first. He got ones of the birds as they flew over the roof of the tower, he got some of Steve as he polished his shield in the armory, and he even managed to get some of Tony’s suits in his lab.
As time went on, and he came out of his shell bit by bit, he began taking pictures of the team (with their permission of course.).
Everyone had gotten used to the small mechanical sounds of his Polaroid camera. He had a small collection of his team mates covering the walls of his room.
The ones of Sam consisted of the man doing everyday things like playing video games or singing along to Marvin Gaye. His favorite was the one he snapped of him wearing his wings right before a mission. His back was turned, the lighting casting a shadow over the mechanical wings, making it look like it belonged in some action movie poster.
The ones of Nat were mostly of her outside. He thought the sun made her hair look fiery and complimented her skin perfectly. He got some of her lounging by the pool as she read a book. Some were of her doing yoga on one of the mats by a large window in the gym. His favorite was the one he took a couple weeks ago; she and Steve were at the park and he managed to catch a photo of them kissing secretively. Bucky still smiles every time he sees it.
The ones of Clint consist of the archer doing the dorkiest things. There were far too many ones of him aiming one of his arrows at one of the team members, making silly faces behind their backs. There was some of him playing guitar hero dramatically and even one of him trying to balance a vast amount of graham crackers on his forehead; that one was Bucky’s personal favorite.
The ones he got of Wanda, usually Vision was there with her, and so he just combined the two of theirs into one section in his room. Most of their pictures consisted of them cooking in the kitchen (Vision finally learned how to properly make paprika!) with the two covered in flour and laughing. There was some of Vision by himself, putting together the many puzzles he owned or helping Tony in the lab. The ones of Wanda consisted of the woman sculpting clay with her powers (which became a hobby of her own.) and covered in various colors of paint from head to toe.
Somehow, he was able to get some selfies from Thor when he came down from Asgard. He got some of the demi god placing his hammer on Steve’s shield with Steve struggling underneath it. His favorite was the one he got of him calling Heimdall to open the portal.
The ones of Tony were almost always from afar. He still wasn’t comfortable with the man just yet, but that didn’t stop him from snapping a few pics of him as he tinkered away in his garage. And he has one of the men secretly playing the grand piano in his basement. He made sure to hide that one.
Out of all the pictures he had in his room, he found that the ones of you took up the most space. And for a totally valid reason. Bucky would take it to the grave if he had to.
He was a little bit obsessed with you. Just a little bit.
Some of the pictures of you consisted of you working out. He found you the most beautiful when you simply weren’t trying to be. Your eyebrows were drawn together in focus, your hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail, and you were completely unaware of your natural beauty. The other half were of you in your combat suit before a mission. There was something about your pre-mission aura that made you look amazing. You were standing next to Steve during a mission briefing, your eyes were focused on the paper in front of you. There were some of you doing your make up in the mirror of your bedroom, your hair in rollers as you applied a coat of mascara that you really didn’t need.
On top of all that, Bucky Barnes had a secret that nobody knew. He had an entire separate collection of Polaroids of you hidden in a small box underneath his bed and they were for his own eyes only. Steve had been the only one to notice that majority of the pictures Bucky took of you were ones in which you were wearing less clothing than usual. He nearly had a heart attack when the blond brought it up one day. But being the pure, wholesome soul Steve was, Bucky was able to argue that the pictures were taken in the summertime.
In the hidden box, there were various photos.
Some were of you in the swimming pool, wearing your bikini. The first picture was your breasts, he didn’t even bother to get your face into the shot. It was the first day of summer and it was your day off. The next picture was taken seconds later, but the shot was of your ass as you reached for the beer Nat was handing you. The material of the bottoms hugged around your curves amazingly, how could he not snap a picture?
The third photo was the main source of Bucky’s masturbating material, as it was a photo of you lying on one of the lounge chairs. The position Bucky was in gave him a perfect view of your clothed crotch. Your feet were planted on the chair, giving him the opportunity to snap the picture and slip it into his back pocket.
There was a second group of pictures from the one time the power went out during a thunderstorm, causing everything to shut down, even the water. Luckily for him, you were in the middle of a shower and had to step out into the common room wearing only a towel. He just HAD to get a picture of that. There were only two: One of you sitting on one of the stools. He purposely chose to sit on the couch to get a view of your slightly open legs, but alas, you crossed them as soon as he sat. The second one was of you crossing your arms over your chest, unknowingly causing your breasts to push up.
The third stack was taken during a Halloween party that Tony was throwing. You decided to come dressed up a Little Red Riding Hood, wearing a rather revealing corset and skirt that showed off your legs. The entire night, Bucky stealthily followed you around, snapping picture after picture of you. There were some that he was able to get up your skirt as you re crossed your legs or bent over. He got some of your breasts as you leaned over the pool table and some of your mouth as you bit into one of the candy apples Wanda made. Steve couldn’t figure out why Bucky was grinning like an idiot as he walked back to his room after the party. To sum it up, Bucky had a very good time in his room that night.
There was the downside of it all, though.
Bucky was taking inappropriate pictures of you without your permission. When it all came down to it, he was technically a peeping tom. It was wrong, but he couldn’t find it in him to stop, not matter how perverted it was. It was almost like an addiction. He longed to finally get a picture of you completely exposed and vulnerable. It was his biggest fantasy.
But honestly, he would be terrified if you somehow ever found out about his little perverted game.
Tony was perhaps the dumbest smart person you’ve ever known.
One of the greatest minds in the twenty first century, somehow managed to ‘accidentally’ cause a malfunction in one of his suits, causing it to explode in his workshop. The same workshop that was right next to the giant air conditioning unit, causing the entire tower’s air conditioning to go out in the middle of July.
You were in the common area, trying to read one of your beloved Harry Potter books, despite the scorching heat coming from outside. You tried to go swimming, but that only made it worse, hence the sun was still directly beaming on you. Giving up, you toweled off and plopped onto the couch, flipping through your book.
After a while of flipping through the book, you got the sudden feeling of someone watching you. It was probably nothing, as you were the only person on the floor. You focused back on the words of your book, scanning the paragraph for the place you left off.
No matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it never went away. In fact, it only got stronger. Glancing up from your book, you caught the sight of Bucky Barnes watching you intently from the small kitchen area. The way he was positioned, the average person wouldn’t have been able to spot him, but you had grown used to his stealth.
Setting your book down, you gave him a smile. How long had he been there? Bucky was a pretty cool guy from your encounters, but this was creeping you out a bit. He blinked a few times, before pretending to do something. Unsure of how else to handle the situation, you went back to your book, ignoring the intense gaze from the kitchen.
After finishing your book, you closed it and rolled onto your back. The bikini top you wore tightened around your chest, but you couldn’t find yourself to care the slightest bit. You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You really, really, missed the air conditioning.
For the second time that day, you felt the feeling of being watched creep its way into your mind. The sound of footsteps alerted you that you weren’t alone in the living room any more.
“Why don’t you take a picture, Barnes?” you tease, smirking. “It’ll last longer.”
Turning your head to the side, you caught the sight of Bucky peering down at you from behind the couch. In his hand was the small Polaroid camera you’d seen quite a bit. Trailing your eyes down his body, you noticed how handsome he was. Those darn super soldiers…
“I already have some of you,” his voice is soft, yet reluctant. Each one of his words were chosen carefully, you could sense it. “You’re just…very photogenic. I can’t help but admire.”
You’ve been called a lot of things by past boyfriends and lovers. Hot, sexy, etc.; but there was something about being called photogenic by Bucky that made your heart flutter and a blush break out on your cheeks. You sat up, propping yourself on your elbows.
“Photogenic?” you ask. He nods, eyes trailing down your body. “That’s one I haven’t heard before.” It was meant as a joke, but you both knew it was the truth.
“If it’s alright with you,” he says, holding the camera up for you to see. “Can I….take some pictures of you?”
The question catches you off guard.
You knew he took some snaps of you now and then, but he was technically asking you for a photoshoot now. You knew he wouldn’t post them or anything – he barely could operate the remote for the TV.
“Alright,” you say, standing and walking over to him.
“Where do you want me?”
It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.
You were in the pool, floating around on Clint’s little duck floaty as Bucky snapped picture after picture of you. It was almost as if you were some A-list celebrity. You felt like Marilyn Monroe without the extra craziness that came along with it. It was flattering, to say the least.
“Is this okay?” you asked him as you took a sip from your beer.
“It’s perfect,” he says, snapping another picture. “You look gorgeous.”
He looked like a kid at Christmas. Maybe he was just excited that someone had took an interest in his hobby? He always got that way when Steve asked him about his pictures.
After a couple of hours, you began to grow tired. The beaming sun on your body mixed with your hands turning wrinkly were draining you and Bucky had run out of film. He had used an entire roll; scattered all around him from his lap and onto the concrete were pictures of you.
“You said you had more of those,” you mention, peering up at him. He hums a yes while taking a sip of his own beer. You can’t help but stare at his jawline. Man, you could cut diamonds on that thing. “Can you show me?” His eyes light up at your words.
“Anything for you, doll.” He grins, setting the beer down and helping you out of the pool.
You’d always wanted to see this so called collection that Steve talked about. He said that Bucky had a whole wall dedicated
to it. You had to see this for yourself.
Bucky’s room wasn’t as dark and gloomy as you thought it would be. In fact, it was pretty well decorated.
The first thing you caught was the Polaroid’s, which covered an entire wall. You gaped, standing in front of it. There were pictures of everyone doing all sorts of things.
You saw one taken on Sam’s birthday; Clint had smashed some cake into his face. You saw another taken of Peter, who was dangling upside down on a web, grinning at the camera. You giggled when you saw one of Nat as she was angrily swatting at the camera, her face covered in a facial mask. There was even one of Vision giving the camera a thumbs up as he stirred whatever he was cooking.
But the one that caught your eye the most was a peculiar one on his desk. If you hadn’t of glanced there, you wouldn’t have noticed it in the first place. Moving the random book that covered half of it, you held it up so that you could get a better look.
And you weren’t sure if you should’ve done that.
It was a Polaroid of you a couple months back. You had spilled a glass of soda on your white sleeping shirt during movie night and your nipples were almost visible through the material.
Thinking back to that night, you remembered that there wasn’t anyone else in the kitchen with you either. How did he even get that pi-
Before you could react, Bucky snatched the Polaroid from your hand and held it behind his back defensively.
“What…how did….why?” you stuttered. If he’d taken one picture like this, there surely must’ve been more, right? He was far too skilled when it came to it.
Bucky stared down at the floor shamefully.
“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he says quietly. You frown.
“Find out what?” You ask, glancing back at the photos. “That you’re taking perverted pictures of me?”
“That’s not what this is, I swear!” he cried. “I like you, Y/N. A lot, actually. I didn’t know how to approach you. I’m not used to being around…women.”
“Nat’s well….she’s Nat,” he says with a nervous chuckle. One that he immediately stops when he sees your eyes grow colder. “She’s not really a traditional dame, if you catch my drift. She’s like one of the guys.”
You had no idea what to say. You were frustrated, not because you were embarrassed, but because somehow, deep in that dirty little mind of yours, you found this to be the sweetest thing. But you couldn’t figure out if it was because it was Bucky, or because it was the situation. You were utterly confused.
You stood in front of Bucky, holding the picture in your hands.
“This has got to be the creepiest…” you began. His face fell into a frown. “….cutest thing anyone has ever done for me, Bucky.” You placed the picture back into his hand and placed a small kiss on his lips.
“What do you say we take some more? Maybe without all these clothes on?”
His eyes nearly shot out of his head at how wide they were. You watched his face as you reached behind your back and slowly undid the bikini top and dropped it onto the floor. His mouth fell open at the sight of your bare chest. You licked your lips before crashing them onto his. His hands felt their way to your hips, hooking underneath the bottoms of your bikini and tugging them down your thighs forcefully. Once he rid them from you, he gave your behind a playful swat. You moaned into his mouth. He pulled away, staring down at you with darkened eyes. This was far better than any picture he could’ve taken.
“C’mere,” he says, gently pushing you back onto the bed. He picked your legs and spread them wide, setting both your feet on the bed. You felt so exposed and it was the hottest thing you’ve experienced so far. You rested your hands on your stomach as you patiently waited for Bucky. The sound of clicking was the only thing audible as he replaced the film in his camera.
“Okay, doll,” his Brooklyn accent now, and it sent a wave of arousal to your core.
You picked your head up and peer up at him. He held the camera in his hands, but his eyes were glued between your legs. You could feel yourself dripping onto the comforter, just imagine how it must’ve looked to Bucky.
He cleared his throat before looking back into your eyes. “Can you spread your legs for me?” he asks.
You can’t help but giggle at how chivalrous he was even when he was horny. You nod, spreading your legs farther apart, giving him a full view of your pussy. You could hear his breath stutter, he cursed under his breath.
“Like this?” you ask innocently, sliding your hand down your body until your fingers are resting on your lips, spreading them apart. Bucky lets out a small groan at the sight and nods.
“That’s perfect, angel.” He says, looking into the camera and pressing the little red button on the side. You watched as the picture slipped out of the camera and onto Bucky’s hand. Setting it on the dresser, he turned back to you with a grin.
“You look so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he says, leaning down and pecking your lips. “Can you try something else for me?”
“I’ll do whatever you want, darling.” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but you couldn’t help it. You were being showered with affection and compliments, you were lost in Bucky at the moment.
Bucky held the camera with his flesh hand and brought his metal one to your mouth. His fingers brushed your bottom lip, running along the pink flesh. “Can you get these nice and wet for me, sweetie?” you groan at the nickname and take two of his fingers into your mouth, lapping them up with your tongue.
Bucky watched you as you did, licking his lips hungrily. Pulling them out, he leaned forward and pecked your cheek. “That’s my girl.”
Leaning back between your legs, he slowly ran his fingers along the slit of your core, making sure your lips were spread. He placed the camera between your legs and pressed red the button again.
“Fuck,” you whispered. His metal fingers were cold, but you didn’t mind. They felt amazing.
You began grinding your hips into them, eager for some kind of friction. Bucky smiled down at you, one that showed nothing but pure admiration.
“You want my fingers, honey? Is that it?” he asks. You nod furiously.
“Please, Bucky.” Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head when he inserted his first finger into you. But it wasn’t nearly enough. You needed more.
Placing the camera back between your legs, he added another finger; earning a moan from you. Clicking the red button, you let out another moan as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. You grabbed onto his arms, spreading your legs even wider.
“Oh my god,” you whimper. His fingers began creating an obscene sound as they entered you over and over again. It was so damn filthy, but you fucking loved it.
Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his fingers from your dripping core, making you whine.
“We’re not done yet, doll,” he says. He placed the camera on the bed and slowly pulled the black boxers he wore down. You watched as they traveled down his toned thighs until they were nothing more than a heap of material on the floor.
He gripped his member in his flesh hand and slowly began pumping himself as he stared down at you. That’s when you got the brightest idea. Reaching beside you, you grabbed the camera and aimed it at Bucky and pressed the little red button. You turned the camera towards you and held the Polaroid in your fingers. You couldn’t see his face, but you could had a perfect view of his cock, leaking precum onto his hand. Smiling innocently, you placed the picture on the dresser.
“Y/N,” he smiled. “Did you just….?”
You reached forward and pulled him on top of you. You threaded your fingers in his hair and crashed his mouth onto yours. He let out a moan into the kiss, licking inside your mouth with his tongue. He tasted so damn good, just like you knew he would.
Your legs found themselves wrapped around his waist and you could feel him sliding across your heat. You reached down between the two of you and gripped his member, guiding it to your entrance.
“Not so fast, sugar,” he teased, reaching for the camera. He leaned back, aiming the camera between your bodies. He gripped himself once again and slid the head of his cock against your dripping hole. You threw your head back, letting out a cry of pleasure. You ached for him, yet he tortured you. It wasn’t fair.
The sound of the camera snapping pulled you back to reality.
“Bucky,” you hissed. “Enough already. Just fuck me!” He chuckled with amusement.
He slowly pressed the head inside of you, stretching your walls farther than they’ve ever been. It hurt, but it was amazing. His head fell onto your shoulder and he let out a shaky breath. He pulled out all the way and peered down between the two of you. The sight of his cock covered in your juices nearly made you orgasm right then.
Without telling you, he slammed his hips into yours, making you scream out in both pain and pleasure. His thrusts were brutal, causing the bed to slam against the wall. You wrapped your arms around him. His mouth found its way to your shoulder, biting gently onto the flesh. He felt so fucking good, you felt like you could cry.
Shifting his weight onto his knees, Bucky pulled your legs over his waist and began thrusting harder into your abused hole. Your head fell back onto the bed, you could feel your clit rubbing against his abdomen in such delicious way.
It was all too much for you. Your heart was hammering inside your chest, your body was trembling with pleasure. Bucky’s hands began kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples softly. He let out a loud groan as he felt the head of his cock hit your cervix. The sound of your skin hitting his filled the room, along with your screams.
“Bucky,” you cried. "I’m gonna come!”
He let out a shaky laugh, amused at how much you loved this, before grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He gently sucked on your neck, nibbling into the delicate flesh.
You let out a scream as your orgasm ripped through your body. You dragged your nails down Bucky’s back, making him let out a gasp. His thrusts are becoming sloppy, you can feel him trembling against your body, but you’re too out of it to even care. You just came your brains out.
“Fuck, Y/N!” He growled into your ear. “Im gonna come.”
You gently pushed him away from you, he let out a whine. Placing a kiss on his cheek, you force him to stand. You kneel in front of him, opening your mouth for him.
Taking the hint, he grabbed the camera and aimed it at you, while pumping himself curiously with his metal hand.
He’s chanting your name over and over, thrusting into his fist and its the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. You can’t wait to taste him.
“FUCK Y/N!” He shouts, his orgasm ripping through him.
You lean closer as he coats ribbon after ribbon of come onto your mouth and breasts. It was a lot, far more than any of the few guys you’ve been with could produce. He tasted sweeter than them, too. You licked your lips, gathering some of it with your tongue.
You looked up at Bucky innocently, smiling at him.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this, Y/N.” he breathes. He lifted the camera and aimed it at you. With a nod, you smile seductively as he clicked the little red button.
Tossing the camera onto the bed, he helped you up from the floor and set you on his bed. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he ran to the bathroom. You could hear the faint sound of a faucet running. He made his way back to you, a small washcloth in hand and a sheepish smile on his lips.
He gently wiped your face, making sure nothing was left, before making his way to your chest.
“Y/N,” he says, breaking the silence. Your eyes met his.
“Yes, Bucky?” The corners of his mouth twitched at the sound of his name coming from your mouth.
“I love you.” You can’t fight the grin that spreads on your face.
“I know,” you say, placing a kiss on his lips. “I love you, too.”
@nevaehsuga : Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is the akward/sarcastic type and they write for the schools newspaper. And can peter be the one to take pictures for the paper? So one day the reader writes about spiderman (like who spiderman could be? Maybe they guess it’s a teenager) (or they write how amazing he is despite what others say about him) idk this idea came to me (and since I can’t write for crap) I knew you could execute this perfectly. I really love your writing sweetheart
A/N: This is probably so bad. I’m so, so, sorry for the long wait! High school is already pretty stressful and homework was keeping me from writing anything. Thank you so much for those of you who are still sticking with me, I am so sorry if this actually sucks, it is such a great request but I feel like I messed it up… Well, thanks for reading anyway!<3
You absentmindedly twirl your ballpoint pen between your fingers, listening to your fellow school newspaper committee members disagree on something stupid.
“We should write about the chess club! The big tournament is coming soon and they need all the support they can get!”
“Oh, so you’re telling me that the chess club is more important than the news of the new captain of the Academic Decathlon team?”
“How about a story on sports!”
“This is Midtown School of SCIENCE and TECHNOLOGY! We don’t do freaking sports!”
“(Y/N), as our head journalist, what do you think?”
You hadn’t even realized that you had laid your head on the desk, dosing off slightly. With a jolt, you recoil back and sit up straight, feigning a look of deep concentration.
“We should write about Spider-Man.” you state matter of factly without a second thought, earning a series of groans from everyone in the room.
“He’s had enough praise! He’s old news!”
“He could be, like, a seriously weird person. We don’t need weird people here.”
“Then why are you in this room?”
“He’s boring! Iron Man is better!”
“Now, now settle down children.” you drawl, shaking your head from side to side. “Clearly, you don’t understand the significance of this particular hero. Sure, maybe he’s not the most impressive hero in the book but in a way, he is one of the most important-”
You hear a scoff from a corner of the room but you decide to ignore it, ”-because he, like us, is just a teenager.“
Another outburst erupts from your peers.
"AND HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?”
You roll your eyes, “Pfft, please. I know what boys sound like when their hormones start getting all excited.”
Many eyes avert your gaze in embarrassment and you smirk with satisfaction.
"Since he is a teenager, he is probably dealing with all the hardships that we are and even more for he has to be able to balance all these regular struggles with saving the world.“ you continue.
"City.” someone coughs in an unsubtle manner.
“More like street.” someone else giggles.
“He’s accomplished more than the both of you combined.” you fire back, glaring. They avert your gaze, coughing nervously.
“He is quite phenomenal and I believe he deserves more praise. Imagine the publicity this paper and article could receive!” you say enthusiastically when you see some unconvinced (and unimpressed) looks. “Fellow students will feel a surge of motivation reading about a hero that has accomplished so much at such a young age! If Spider-Man can save the world and complete his homework, then us normal people can ace a final math exam!”
"Please. We all know why you want to write another article about this Spider character,” a boy calls from the back and sniggers soon echoed through the room. “You have a crush on him. Pathetic. He probably doesn’t even know you exist.”
You feel your cheeks burn as giggles fill the room but you don’t let a little blush stop you.
“And the last time I checked, your photography skills don’t exist either,” you remark, a triumphant grin crawling on your face as you witnessed the boy turn livid. “I’m going to have to ask you to give me that camera now, there’s someone I have in mind that is much more deserving of this position than you.”
His mouth is gaping at you uncontrollably but it doesn’t phase you in the slightest.
“All in favour to write about our web shooting hero?”
Every hand shoots immediately into the air.
“Come on, Parker!” you whine, trying to keep up with his long paces down the hallways. “Just one photo, that’s all I’m asking! I’ll even help you! I know some places where he tends to show up… like that churro stand down that street and-”
“No!” Peter repeats, but this time you were startled for he had basically shouted. He blushes and lowers his voice when a teacher gives the two of you the stink eye. “I mean, I can’t (Y/N). I’m really sorry.”
You scoff, folding your arms across your chest in attempt to appear menacing. Peter didn’t flinch or back away. The two of you had always been like this, ever since you were kids. The Stubbornness Showdown, as the two of you liked to call it. Basically a game of who would be able to stand their ground and who would give in first. Sometimes it went on for days, cause let’s face it, you and Peter were probably the most stubborn and independent people in the world.
All of this was normal, the two of you practically grew up together. You had so much in common and you laughed and learned together, helped each other up when the other fell down. But as you grew older your affection for Peter started to grow stronger. Besides, dating Peter sounded much more realistic than dating Spider-Man, whoever he was.
“You know what? I bet you can’t do it. You probably don’t even know how to turn on a camera.” you taunt, turning your back to him and walking away.
“It’s not that…”
“Pfft, please. Excuses, excuses.”
You mask a smile of triumph when you see Peter flush red while struggling to come up with an answer.
Although you were going to admit, he was acting strangely. You were only asking for a simple picture and you even offered to lend him a hand. It was quite a simple task, so what made him say no?
“Well, I’ll be off then-”
“…Fine, I’ll do it.”
“I’m afraid that your answer is too late, Mr. Parker. Don’t worry I’ll find someone else. Flash perhaps? I’d absolutely love to feed his ego, see how large it can grow…”
“(Y/N)!” Peter shouts, sounding exasperated but smiling all the same. “Please, let me. I’ll do it!”
“Hmm, that’s odd. I recall that I was the one asking you to agree merely minutes ago-”
“Lead by example.”
“Must you insist on tagging along?” he asked, nervously pulling at the collar of his sweatshirt, his skintight red and blue suit hiding underneath.
“Dude, we’ve been hiding out here since we were five. Even if you didn’t want me here, I’d find you in a matter of seconds,” you reply, giving his shoulder a friendly nudge with your own. Peter fought the urge to lean in closer. Instead, he huffed heavily in response.
“Besides, you like my company.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“Shut it, Parker."
It went on like this for a while; the two of you on the lookout for the red and blue clad hero while talking about meaningless things.
"So why are you so keen on writing an article on Spider-Man?” Peter inquired suddenly, catching you slightly off guard. “A lot of people think that he’s a lame hero or simply a party trick. Are you planning to write a hate article?”
For some reason, Peter looked awfully hurt, but you brushed it off without a second thought. You also tried to ignore his warm, brown eyes but goddamnit, it was hard.
“Well, I think he’s amazing and deserves so much more credit,” you start, struggling to keep your thoughts together when Peter’s eyes bore into yours. “He’s inspiring and I feel like he has the need to prove himself and I want to help him along on his journey. I bet he’s been through a lot and I will try my best to support him, even if he doesn’t know I exist.”
You expect Peter to laugh or make fun of you but - to your surprise - he smiles. His affection for you was growing by the second. Feeling comfortable, you continue.
“I know I must sound like an obsessed fangirl, but I guess I kind of want to prove myself too. Writing this article could help change the way people think, not only about Spider-Man but maybe about me too. A lot of people in the newspaper committee question my ideas and authority, and if this paper is successful it could really boost everyone’s trust in me and perhaps the teasing will cease too.”
“Teasing?” Peter questions with a smirk, scooting in closer. “What could they possibly tease you about? You’re a hard egg to crack."
You sigh, shaking your head. "They’re convinced I have a crush on Spider-Man, which is why they think I’m writing this article.”
“Well, do you?”
You punch his arm gently and you notice he’s blushing a light shade of pink. Why? Once again you weren’t sure but it possibly couldn’t be because of you… could it?
“Maybe… But lately, I’ve got my eye on someone more realistic.”
He chuckles and you wish that he would ask you who that someone was when he jumps to his feet.
“Here, hold on to this. I’ll be right back,” he says, tossing his camera to you. You fumble, barely catching it. Before you can ask him where he’s going off to, he bolts off, leaving you feeling lonely and disappointed.
Of course, he didn’t like you back in that way, how foolish of you to even hope. You scold yourself and close your eyes in humiliation.
“Whooo!” you hear a voice yell happily, and you open your eyes to see your favourite hero swinging through the air. You wouldn’t exactly call his movements graceful, however, they were agile and you simply admired him, smiling stupidly when you remember Peter’s camera in your hands.
You bring it up and furiously snap pictures, while muttering, “Damn it, Peter, you always leave before the best part.”
“Congrats on the article! Great picture too, I might add.” Peter praises you the next day by your locker in between classes. “You wrote some amazing things…”
Peter fought the urge to thank you, for everything. But you couldn’t know… not yet.
Though it was true. The paper was a huge success, the whole school loved it. Of course, you added assorted school blurbs, info and news throughout the pages, but everyone’s new favourite superhero was on the front page.
“You never came back yesterday,” you state, handing him back his camera. A wave of guilt hits Peter. Hard.
He grimaces, looking guilty. “I know and I’m sorry. I was busy.”
“Aren’t you always?” you muse, not looking at him. “You could make it up to me though.”
You regret the words as they came out of your mouth but there was no turning back now.
“Take me out on a date. What do you say?”
But he said nothing for the bell pierced the silence that had last for only 3 seconds. And now he was walking away, heading to his next class, his body movements rigid and quick. It might’ve been only three seconds, but the silence of the unanswered request felt like an eternity for you because he had hesitated. He wasn’t jumping at the opportunity. He didn’t return your feelings. He left you the other day because he didn’t want to anything to do with you
Doubts clouded your thoughts as you walked to your final classes, barely able to feel your feet moving beneath you.
You were the first one out of the school when class was dismissed, fleeing from the building without turning back.
Chocolate and bad movies sounded great right now, you were planning your next few days of solitude in your head when you see something sparkling out of the corner of your eye.
You gasp when you register the beautiful scene in front of you.
One of the large, metal school fences was decorated in delicate spider webs, glistening in the sunlight. It was absolutely gorgeous, but what struck you the most was that the webs were spelling out a word.
It was a cold morning, the cold when your breath shows in the air. How it the warm breath from your lips mix with the cold leading to steam. It was you favorite time of year, when your breath catches the air and makes the clouds of steam, some thing so natural was so beautiful. You guess it stared when you were a kid, the love of the cold times of the year. It was the time where your mother and father would take you to the parks, and lakes to play and go ice skating. It was also the time where your school would hold musicals and dance performances. You had loved take the pictures, of the violins moving togther, and girls and boy twirling. You loved the way flowers and tree would look, or the moring sky when it was cold was the most beautiful.
The two things you love the most in this world, the cold and photography.
So walking outside, your camera wrapped around yoyr neck, you couldn’t help but smile. Your hand shutting my door behind you as your body moved down the stairs of your home, a old apartment complex. Studio apartments were cheap, and it being all you could afford, and it was slowly becoming home.
As you walk dowm the sidewalk, you take pictures, ice ontop of buildings, lights snow on the ground and people walking around. Your eyes see a women and child, the women walks up to me and asks if you could take a picture of her and her daughter near an old building.
“Of course.” You smile taking her phone, as the hang onto eachother, the mother eyes looking at her daughter with love as the little girls smiles at me. Two of her front teeth missing, on on each side of her two first front top teeth. Her eyes squinted, the image being one of your favorites you have ever capture. “If you don’t mind…can I take one of you guys too? For my photography portfolio?” The women smile grow as you take my camera back to my face. The womens phone in her hand as you focus on them. You had capture one where the mother was fixing her daughter bennie, making the daughter poute. The next it was almost a exact replication of the one you had taken on her phone, but this time her mother kissed the top of her head. “Thank you.”
“Just curious…what does your portfolio consists of?” She asked looking at the images you had taken of them and other things today.
“What I find beautiful in life.” A smile spreads on her face as you two says good bye. As you keep walking a group of guys catch your eyes, due to one having cotton candy pink hair and another a mint grey green. You kept looking to see them already looking at you, one in the middle had grey hair and bright blue eyes. He smirked was pointed at you, making the others look to hum then back to you. You kept walking, head down as you looked through the images on your camera. When you pasted thre group of boys someone yelled out at you
“Hey you!” The green hair boy calls out, your heart beats out of you chest as him and pink hair guy trot up to me. “What to take our picture….”
“Umm Y/n.” You mumble as the rest walk up to you, their was five of them. Grey hair watching you, as you let a smile slip at them. “If you want me to..” you shrug making them smile and nod, form what you can tell the youngest of the group jumps onto the green haird guys back. You lift your camera and snap a photo, laughter echoing between the firends.
“I’m Jeon Jungkook.” The one on the green hair guys back say, his feet touching the ground as he runs to you,his hand grabbing your camera making you panic.
“Can you n-”
“Oh Suga-hyung we look so good come look!” You camera tossed in the air into the hands of the green hair guy.
“Don’t drop it please.”
“If they break it I’ll buy a new one…” The grey hair guy says, his voice in your ear making you jump at how deep his voice was. Turing you see him smirking at you, his eyebrow raised as his tongue runs across his lower lip. “I’m V.”
“Y/n…and it’s not the money for a new camera..it just a gift.” Your voice wavers when the one you guess us Suga walks to yoh handing me it,runnning your hand over it you turn it in and let out a sigh. It was fine, perfectly fine a few finger print smugs on the screen but nothing that was unfixable.
“If it important…then why risk it but bringing it outside?” V asked making you look to the ground, memories rushibg through your mind as you look back up at him.
“Its all I really have.” Those five words is what you left him with as you walk away back home. Once inside your home you couldn’t help but smile as you fall onto you mattress. As you look through the photos you had taken you see while the group of guy had your camers they had taken more photos of themselves. You couldn’t help but giggle when you camee across a picture of the pink hair guy falling. A knock on you door made you freeze when you walk to it and open it, you look around. No one was there. Looking down you see a box. Picking it up you shut and lock the door.
Taking the package to the kitchen you see a note on it.
A gift a little less valuable ~V
Opening it you couldn’t help but gasp, a new Canon camera withe interchangeable lenese in the box. You couldn’t help but question it though, how did V find out where you lived.
Bruce adjusted his tie, straightening it in his mirrored image before he reached into his jacket pocket to make sure the ballet tickets were still in his pocket. With how much funding he gave the theater they were more for appearance than an actual requirement, but they felt important all the same. He pulled his coat back into place and checked the tie one more time before a voice called his attention to the door.
Cass stood frowning at him. “We will be late.”
Bruce turned to smile at her, undaunted by his daughter’s apparent impatience. “Alfred is a fast driver; I think we can spare another minute or two. What do you think about this tie?” he asked his tone teasing.
Cass ignored his jab and stalked forward, “No messing around, not tonight.” she was stern as she pushed him from behind, out the door and down the hall.
When she reached the stairs she paused to move next to Bruce and hooked her arm through his own and continued to pull him down. Bruce let her drag him the whole way, an amused smile tugging at his lips. He loved the bright eager impatience pushing her feet to make sure they made it on time.
They were just passing the living room and Dick, when he leapt to his feet and darted in front of them both, camera in hand.
“Move.” Cass told him.
Her hands went to her hips, dragging Bruce closer in the process, since their arms were still locked. Cass didn’t seem like she was going to change poses soon so he stepped over to relieve the pressure, and looked to Dick. His oldest was shaking his head.
“I want at least one picture. Alfie’s not here to take it, so you’re stuck with me.”
Cass crossed her arms and frowned at him for a moment. Then she went to push past him, and drag Bruce with her, but Dick scuttled in front again.
“Dick, you know the paparazzi will take plenty of pictures, pay one of them for some.” Bruce said as he was jerked to another stop by his children’s bickering.
“Just one, Cass. Please?” Dick asked, all his attention on her. “The reporters will photoshop all the pictures and none of them will be natural.”
Hii, could you please do more Fanboy!Tae HCs please???
Yoongi remembers the first time he ever saw Taehyung jealous. It was actually so hilarious and a fun time for him. Yoongi’s usually the only to pout and glare at the boys Taehyung pulls with him to events and for once it’s Taehyung being pouty and grumpy literally Yoongi wants to milk it for all it’s worth because the younger is so fucking cute!!!
It’s during a fan sign in Seoul. Taehyung arrives at the usual location dressed up in his best outfit and carrying his favorite camera to capture any cute poses his boyfriend might do in his direction. It catches him off guard for a moment, though, when he lines up and none of the normal fan masters he interacts with come up to say hello like before.
His eyebrows scrunch together and he looks around to notice that most of the fan masters are in a circle a little further ahead of the line.
“Hey, Yoona! What’s going on over there?”
Taehyung smiles as he spots and talks to one of the Seokjin fan masters he’s gotten close with. She’s a cute girl who always has a Mario plush with her and wants Soekjin to call her baby girl and also one of the few persons that knows of Taehyung’s and Yoongi’s relationship. The girl giggles and covers her mouth before her eyes shut into half moons with her grin and Taehyung himself can’t help but grinning.
Until she speaks.
“There’s a new Yoongi fanboy! You remember how wild it was when you first came, they are just excited to see another boy.”
The grin on his face falls and he wants to say something else but before he can the staff is asking them to line up and of course, of fucking course, the boy lines up right in front of Taehyung. He doesn’t even try to hide his frown. The boy is fucking adorable as fuck. His hair is dyed silver, to match Yoongi’s Taehyung notices, and his almond eyes are lined in sharp dark black liner with light red shadow covering the lids. Really if Taehyung thinks about it the boy looks similar to himself and that thought only pisses him off more when he sees the boy wearing a shirt that reads “Suga’s boyfriend!” on it. The boy grins when he sees Taehyung.
“Hello, I’m Baekhyun! Are you a fanboy too? Ah i bet your girlfriend dragged you here right?”
Taehyung just points to his camera that hangs around his neck and more specifically the card taped to the camera that reads “Sugas_Sweets.” Baekhyun’s mouth drops open.
“OH YOU’RE MY FAVORITE FAN SITE!!”
Thankfully before Baekhyun can try talking to him more the line begins moving and the fans are aloud to enter the building. Taehyung quickly looks for Yoongi and his mood instantly brightens when he notices Yoongi is already staring at him with a gummy smile on his face. His mood again is dropped when he hears Baekhyun squeal followed by “Holy shit Suga hyung is so handsome!!”
He’s really not normally the jealous type but something about Baekhyun gets the possessive juices in him flowing. The boy is pretty, fucking gorgeous really, and Yoongi’s type. It makes Taehyung frown.
“Did you get Hyung a gift? I got him this signed Eminem cd and some of his favorite candies!”
Baekhyun is tossing an arm around Taehyung’s shoulder as he talks and Taehyung tries to focus on getting quality pictures of his boyfriend, and some of Namjoon for Kyungsoo, he really just wants to toss his camera because he knows Yoongi is going to fucking love that gift. It’s not a competition but Taehyung wants nothing more than to casually toss out a “I sucked his dick last night that’s a good enough gift.” but he stops himself. Instead he just smiles and shakes his head.
“I go to every event. Yoongi asked i stop getting him gifts because my love and support is enough for him.”
It’s their turn to meet the boys at the table and he counts it as a win when he sees Baekhyun look a bit jealous at the way Yoongi lights up when he notices Taehyung is in line. Most fans themselves have just figured Taehyung is Yoongi’s favorite fan site and that’s why the rapper lights up whenever he sees him. Taehyung knows it’s really because his boyfriend is a giant sap that loves when Taehyung shows his fanboy side. Sadly the way the line is set up has Baekhyun going to see Yoongi before Taehyung does.
He watches with a frown as Baekhyun hands his gifts to Yoongi and Yoongi’s eyes shine when he sees the Eminem cd. Baekhyun raises his hand and Taehyung assumes he’s asking for a high five until he sees Yoongi link their fingers together for a few seconds. It makes his stomach turn unhappily as Baekhyun blushes when he makes eye contact with Yoongi and Yoongi himself laughs at how fucking cute Baekhyun is.
The staff push him along and Yoongi laughs again when Taehyung sits in front of him with a pout.
Yoongi teases his boyfriend and Taehyung huffs.
“I’m turning into a Namjoon fan site.”
Of course they both know he’s lying and Yoongi laces their fingers together as he coos.
“Kyungsoo would kill you if you did.”
They don’t have much time together and Taehyung knows Yoongi has a packed schedule so they won’t get to have any secret dates anytime soon so he tries to smile as he hands over some sticky notes with questions for Yoongi to answer. One of them has a question that reads “Hyung what is your ideal type?” and he winks as he writes down “Pretty boys that pout when they are jealous and have purple hair.”
Taehyung leaves with a blush on his face as staff ask him to move on. Damn Yoongi can be so smooth sometimes.
Yoongi laughs the moment he reads the text. He knows, thanks to Taehyung, how much the fans are fearing for his hair now that a new comeback has been announced and although Yoongi already knows he’s keeping his dark hair he decides to tease Taehyung.
He uploads an old selfie he has on his phone that was never posted onto twitter with his hair a bright orange, from when he was in the middle of bleaching it, before texting Taehyung back.
“You haven’t checked Twitter?”
A little bit of worry runs through him when twenty minutes pass and he’s gotten no reply from his boyfriend. Another ten minutes go by and finally Yoongi texts his Taehyung again.
“Are you okay?”
What he receives is a picture of Taehyung in front of the bighit building with the words “BRB fighting Bang PD.” under it.
(HE QUICKLY STOPS HIS BOYFRIEND BUT NOT BEFORE NEARLY FALLING OFF HIS CHAIR WITH LAUGHTER)
It’s hard on them sometimes. Not always sunshine’s and rainbows. Sometimes they fight and it’s so ugly because they care for each other so much. Yoongi has idol friends that are just so fucking rude sometimes and there the ones that know about him dating a fan and they put words into his head that normally he wouldn’t think about.
“What if he’s only with you because of the fame?”
“He only likes you because you’re Suga.”
“Once the excitement of being with an idol wears off he’ll leave you and go to a magazine about your relationship.”
Yoongi’s so stressed out when Taehyung calls to tell him about how much he loves the new mv and talk about it he just snaps.
“Can you please just shut up about the music video.”
Taehyung goes silent for a moment before trying to change the subject to maybe cheer Yoongi on for his next concert. Yoongi knows he’s being a dick but again the stress it there and the lack of sleep and the words from his friends creep up and he just can’t handle it.
“All you ever want to fucking talk about is concerts and music videos and it’s so fucking annoying can you just stop being such a fucking fan for once! I’m sorry i don’t want to be your idol boyfriend Suga today you can leech from me later.”
The line clicks as Taehyung hangs up their call before Yoongi can even realize he’s taken out his stress on his boyfriend. Of course the younger doesn’t answer any attempts Yoongi makes to call him back. It just makes everything hurt more when a few days pass and Yoongi doesn’t see Taehyung at the fan event that he knew for sure the younger had tickets to. Yoongi checks twitter and his gut drops when he sees the top tweet.
Sugas_Sweets: Hello it’s admin of S_S, for the first time ever S_S will be going on hiatus. Thank you for understanding.
He tries one more time to text Taehyung. “Am i really losing my favorite fan site?” and of course he feels like a dick when Taehyung text him back. “Clearly it bothers you that i’m a fan so i’ll stop.”
That same day he nearly runs to Taehyung’s apartment as soon as he gets the free time. He has no idea what he’s going to say or do but he knows he needs to fix things with his boyfriend. He never really realized how much he looked forward to seeing Taehyung at events and concerts until the younger hadn’t showed up. He sees it coming when he knocks on the door and Kyungsoo answers just to slam the door back shut when he sees who it is. He’s always been protective over Taehyung and Yoongi is ready to fight his way into the house if he has too to get to Taehyung. Thankfully the younger opens the door a few minutes later.
Yoongi doesn’t say anything before pulling him into a tight hug.
“I’m sorry i’m a fucking asshole. I love your support and i love that you’re my fan and that you are there to cheer me on and i didn’t mean anything i said i just let some stupid words some people said get to me and i’m sorry.”
He hates that Taehyung’s eyes are red, probably from crying, and the younger sighs as if he’s given up.
“You know i’m dating you because you’re Yoongi right? I love Min Yoongi the man that snores too loud and is picky about his ramen. I don’t care if you are Suga of BTS i love Min Yoongi and i only talk about your work so much because i want you to know how proud i am of you.”
Yoongi nods. He does know that he just fucked up and he says so as he holds the love of his life to him. Taehyung finally hugs him back.
“I love you, stupid. If you make me cry again i’ll get Kyungsoo to kick your ass.”
Time to write some cute Niall for the girl I’m going to see Niall with in June! Enjoy!
What was it about Ireland that inspired you so much? You felt drawn to it’s greenery, the hills, the lush fields, the dewy grass and overcast skies. You wanted to spend every free second you had attempting to capture it’s beauty with the lens of your camera.
Today found you in Mullingar. Down the road from the hotel you booked a room at you found a small park. It’s tall trees, the green grass, the people milling about as they gossiped and laughed together.
You stood under the shade of a large tree, your lens sweeping across the view before you, snapping picture after picture of the people and sights around you.
And that’s when you saw him.
The thing that bothers me is that this is so unlike Sam&Cait. Yes Sam esp has said some questionable things online that have hurt. But at fan events they've been nothing but lovely. Pure and showing 100% gratitude. This is just so off the wall. They seem like nice genuine people who'd know better than to say those things if not for common decency to people who support them than bc they are at a freaking fan event. Even if they believe that they seem smart enough not to say it. So what gives?
At a fan event, they see actual faces, though. And I sincerely doubt anyone goes up to them and says “Hi, I’m so and so, I’m a shipper,” you know? So it’s easy to stand or sit in front of a camera and toss a bunch of faceless people under the bus, even if you know some of their Twitter or Tumblr handles.
I don’t care about the denial. I care about the repercussions of them calling a fan, assumed to be a shipper, weird in this fandom. They know what’s gone on. So it’s frankly disturbing to me that they would care so little about how many of us will end up being treated again that they would say that. But whatever. Hashtag be kind. It costs nothing, remember?
Medic:…And that’s why I bought seventeen disposable cameras!! Two on my ankle, three in my jacket, four for each of you, three extras in this bag, and one…Somewhere. I don’t remember where I put it. Okay everybody, test your cameras out! Demo:*starts to take picture, screams at flash and throws it away* Medic: You see? This is exactly why you need backup cameras. We still have sixteen! Soldier: (Throws a camera at passing pigeon) Go away, you viris carrying scumbag! The sky is for eagles and flying humans only! Medic:Fifteen! Okay, guys, I repeat; don’t lose your cameras! Scout: Wait, lose the cameras? Medic: DON’T! Engineer: … we just threw two away. Medic: Thirteen! All right! We still have thirteen camera– ( accidentally crushes one with his fist) …Twelve. We have twelve cameras. Heavy: So what’s the plan? Throw more cameras overboard or what? Medic: NO!
Spy: Doctor, May I lead this part of our expedition?
Spy: *tosses camera off of the second floor* Whoops.
Okay but like what about Reader and Blackwatch Jesse constantly flirting which pisses off Gabriel. And so he decides to show them both who Reader really belongs to.
“Jesse stop~” You’d giggle softly as he pressed his hips to yours.
“I’m just reachin for some sugar.” He winked as he grabbed the cup on the counter to measure out a spoon or two for his coffee. Gabe rolled his eyes a bit before grunting.
“The two of you need to adhere to sexual harassment protocol.” He sighed boredly as he read his paper, “Let’s go.” He told you simply, “I have paperwork for you to do I need finished by clock out.”
You waved off Jesse with a soft giggle, this is how it went often. You were Commander Reyes’ assistant so Jesse was around often to lighten the mood and make you smile, Gabriel complained about how much he interfered with your work despite always getting it done perfectly and on time. In his office you hummed softly as you cleaned up, dusting his shelves and desk all with the thought off Jesse’s big arms wrapped around your waist. You didn’t belong to him perse, but you did admit blackwatch had some handsome guys working there.
“What’s got you so chipper?” He frowned as he took a sip from his mug.
“Just a crush is all. Nothin a big man like you should worry about.” you laughed as you continued. He was jealous and every day you spent flirting with Jesse neared the last straw.
“That so…” He smirked as he got up, walking over to check for dust as he stood behind you, running his finger across the shelf before examining it. “Missed a spot.” He said lowly into your ear as you tilted your neck with a shiver, goosebumps crawling up your arm.
“C…Commander this is a little…”
“Inappropriate?” He growled against your neck as he ground into you causing you to pant softly, “So is that disgusting little display with Jesse.” He smirked as he gripped your wrist, turning you around roughly. “Give me a kiss, gorgeous.”
“Let go of me….” You blushed softly as he smiled at you with warm brown eyes, lidding a bit as he leaned in to kiss you gently forcing his tongue into your mouth as you melted against his touch, practically going limp as he smirked lifting you onto the counter and tearing open the nylons under your skirt with a smirk. “G..Gabriel this is going too far.” You moaned as he thumbed against your clit.
“Cmon baby, let me make you feel good…” He smirked as he tugged down your panties, the strain in his jean getting tighter. The more he teased you the more weak you became until he was 7 inches deep with your uniform top torn open, breasts bouncing against his chest with each thrust, all while you were fucked senselessly unaware of him filming you on his phone. “Beg for it like the whore you are.” He growled as your legs wrapped around him needily. “Tell me how much you love being fucked by the man in charge…”
“I..I love it..” You whimpered as he slammed in harder, your mind clouded and dazed as you neared your third orgasm.
“Tell me you’re my slut.” He smirked to the camera as you tossed your head back with a cry.
“I’m your slut~!” You’d scream as you tightened around his aching cock, causing him to lose control and finish inside you with a low growl. While you were still in a post bliss daze he’d sent the video to McCree who watched in envy for a moment before devising his own plan to make you his forever.
Finally, this fic from hell is finished! I wanted to do something a little lighter since the only two pieces I’ve written so far have been pretty angsty. I want to thank @noctigar for helping me through this crazy time and giving me a little piece to work with. Without further adieu, I give you Dance Lessons
try again,” Luna insisted. She released Noctis’ hand and stepped away to
restart the music. Her heels clicked against the polished ballroom floor. Each
click echoed against the walls. She restarted the music and quickly returned to
her position as the intro filled the air.
What if Fushimi gets a polaroid photographer from scepter4 and he is not sure if he wants to take pictures w it, but when he gets home he finds yata sleeping on the couch and he cuddles w him and decides he is gonna take a photo of them cuddling, and as he juggles w how to take it yata wakes up and first thing he looks is saru who just at that moment takes the photo. Saru keeps the photo in his pocket and treasures it
Aw, Fushimi being romantic for once. Maybe Munakata’s put everyone on
spring cleaning detail and even Fushimi can’t get out of it, he gets
stuck cleaning out some of the old closets that haven’t been sorted
through since Habari’s days. While he’s digging around and
complaining about the dust and how pointless all of this is he ends
up finding this old polaroid camera that got tossed in there some
time ages ago. There’s still some film left in it too, just enough
for a handful of pictures, but even so Fushimi initially plans on
just tossing it because what do they even need a camera for. Munakata
stops him though, noting that sometimes even old finds like this can
have a hidden treasure inside and he suggests that Fushimi keep the
camera and try to use up the rest of the film.
So Fushimi takes the camera home with him, muttering to himself
because what does he need a stupid old camera like this for anyway,
he barely ever even takes pictures with his phone as it is. He steps
inside the apartment that he and Yata share and immediately he can
smell the dinner that Yata left out for him. He mutters an ‘I’m home’
and starts looking around for Yata, he finds Yata asleep on the
couch. Fushimi almost wakes him but then changes his mind, Yata looks
all peaceful and maybe a bit tired out and Fushimi figures he may as
well at least eat before he bugs Yata. Plus maybe Yata’s been working
extra long hours at all his part time jobs lately and even though he
won’t admit it Fushimi wants to make sure Yata gets some proper rest.
He looks down at the food Yata left for him on the table and just on
a whim Fushimi takes a picture. The camera is one of those old ones
that spat out a picture right away so within a couple minutes
Fushimi’s got this little photo of the dinner Yata made.
He kinda smiles a bit and then just idly takes another picture, like
imagine him wandering around the apartment taking random pictures of
things that remind him of Yata – food Yata cooked, Yata’s
skateboard by the door, Yata’s towel thrown on the floor, Yata’s hat
hanging from one of the bed posts. Finally he ends up back at the
couch where Yata’s still asleep and Fushimi gives an almost gentle
smile as he carefully takes a picture. He sits there for a while just
staring at the picture of Yata’s sleeping face, smiling a bit to
himself and feeling calmer without knowing why, sliding the picture
into his pocket without even realizing it (later he puts that by his
desk at work, in a spot where only he can see it). Fushimi has one
more picture left on the camera and he’s looking at Yata wondering
what to do with it when he finds himself lying down on the couch next
to Yata, feeling Yata’s breath warm on his cheeks, and he starts
juggling with the camera as he tries to get a good picture of the two
of them together. Yata suddenly stirs next to him and the movement
makes Fushimi accidentally take the picture. Yata’s all groggy like
hey what’s going on, Fushimi quickly stuffs the photo in his pocket
and claims that it was nothing, the captain gave him this stupid
camera but it doesn’t have any film in it. Yata just accepts that
like huh, bummer it would be cool to take pictures the old fashioned
way. Later Fushimi’s sitting in bed staring at the photo with a small
smile on his face – a picture of him and Yata, Yata’s eyes just
opening with this little sleepy smile on his face like he’s just
realized Fushimi’s there and for that moment Fushimi is the only
thing in the world, and Fushimi staring back at him completely
transfixed by Yata’s expression. They both look almost content too,
so happy to be with each other, and Fushimi finds himself putting the
picture back into his pocket, making a note to get a frame for it
IT’S VERY SILLY AND FLUFFY AND IDK WHAT I’M DOING but I hope you like it, bae <333
They’ve only been driving six hours, before Ignis insists on stopping for the night. This might have been fine, except Noctis feels as though they’ve made zero progress throughout the day. They spent most of it searching for some dog tag for a guy named Dave. Ignis thinks of a new recipe, which turns out to be delicious, but Noctis can’t help but feel frustrated and antsy, as he lies on his back on the bed in the trailer they rented for the night.
What kind of a name is Dave, anyway?
Noctis frowns up at the ceiling, wishing Ignis would let them keep driving. But no, he says it’s “too dangerous.” Like they aren’t already in danger just being here.
A sudden flash in his eyes causes Noctis to flinch. He blinks away the spots that appear in his vision, turning to frown slightly at Prompto. His friend is leaning over the bed, and he grins, bringing up his camera to take another photo.
“I call this, ‘Noctis Brooding at Midnight.’ Pretty catchy, huh?” Prompto grins, much too bright for how late it is.
“I’m not brooding,” Noctis protests, turning over onto his side to place his back to Prompto. Normally Prompto’s sunny personality can help him feel better, but he’s too exasperated at the time he’s wasting to bask in it.
It was great being Peter Parker’s little sister. He was pretty much the best
brother you could ask for, Nice, kind, always there to help you out, cheer you
up and he always defended you. Peter had a tradition of walking you home from
school and the two of you would work on your homework together (really it was
Peter helping you with yours but hey…what else is a brother supposed to
do?) He was the one that introduced you to star wars, harry potter and all
other things nerdy.
Jodi Arias was born on July 9, 1980, in Salinas, California. She met Travis Alexander, a salesman for Prepaid Legal Services, at a conference in Las Vegas, Nevada. The two immediately took a liking to each other and began a sexual relationship from there, despite living many hours away from each other. Just a few months after they met, Jodi converted to Mormonism, as Travis was a devout member of the Mormon Church. On the outside, Jodi and Travis appeared to be a pure and chaste couple, but behind closed doors, it was the complete opposite; they had an intense sexual relationship they concealed from everyone.
The two allegedly had a rocky, on-off relationship, and friends of Travis would describe Jodi as an obsessive girlfriend who stalked Travis, accessing his Facebook account, and twice even slashing his tires. She allegedly threatened to kill herself whenever Travis suggested breaking up. Around the time of Travis’ death, Travis was said to have been seeing another Mormon girl, and was planning on taking her on vacation with him to Cancun, Mexico, which brought the public to believe Jodi murdered him in a fit of jealousy and rage.
On June 4, 2008, Jodi made the long drive to Mesa, Arizona, to visit Travis. Although they were not dating at the time, their sexual relationship persisted. At his house, Jodi and Travis had sex and took various erotic photos of each other with his new camera. While Travis was in the shower, Jodi continued to snap photos of him with his camera. Then, a couple seconds later, she drew a knife and began stabbing him up to 27 times in multiple areas of his body, shot him in the head, and slashed his throat, nearly decapitating him. A medical examiner noted Travis had defense wounds on his hands, indicating that he had tried to fend off the attack, and also stated that he may have been dead at the time the gunshot wound was inflicted.
Jodi left Travis’ corpse in a crumpled heap on the shower floor, leaving it to his friends to walk upon the gruesome scene a few days later. Before leaving, Jodi tossed the camera into the washing machine. She then drove all the way to Utah to visit a guy she was seeing. According to him, there wasn’t anything strange or unusual about her demeanor that would indicate she had just murdered a man the day before.
Police found the damaged camera in the washer and managed to recover some of the deleted photos taken of Jodi and Travis on the day of his murder. Upon searching the house, they also found a bloody hand print along the wall in the bathroom hallway, containing DNA from both Jodi and Alexander.
Police took Jodi Arias in for questioning, where she denied ever being in Mesa on that day. After being informed about the photos police found on his camera, she later changed her story and told them that two intruders had broke into his home, murdering him and attacking her.
Roughly a month after the murder, Jodi was indicted by a grand jury for the first-degree murder of Travis Alexander. On July 15, 2008, Jodi was arrested at her home. Since then, she had participated in many jail interviews where she maintains her innocence, asserting that no jury would ever convict her because she’s innocent.
Jodi’s trial commenced on January 2, 2013. In the opening arguments, prosecutor Juan Martinez sought the death penalty. By this time, Jodi had changed her story for the third time, now claiming that the murder was in an act of self-defense after Travis had attacked her for accidentally dropping and damaging his new camera. Jodi took the stand in her own defense on February 4, 2013, testifying for a total of 18 days. She claimed that during their on-off relationship, she was subjected to a lot of emotional and physical abuse at the hands of Travis. During the trial, many of their exchanged text messages and recorded phone sex calls were played. Jodi was asked to go in detail about their sexual relationship, where it was discovered that they exclusively did anal and oral sex, because it was to Travis’ understanding that only vaginal sex was forbidden in the Mormon religion before marriage.
On May 8, 2013, after approximately 15 hours of deliberation, Jodi was found guilty of first-degree murder of Travis Alexander.
The court now entered the aggravation phase, where it was to be determined if Jodi should be eligible for the death penalty. After the prosecutor presented crime scene photos of Travis’ corpse, then paused for two minutes of silence to illustrate how long he said it took for him to die in Jodi’s hands, the jury decided that Jodi be eligible for the death penalty. On May 23, the sentencing phase of Jodi resulted in a hung jury, which prompted the judge to declare a mistrial for that phase.
In October of 2014, Jodi’s sentencing retrial began with a brand new jury. It took about five months for the jury to sentence Jodi Arias to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. Jodi is currently serving her life sentence at the Arizona State Prison Complex—Perryville.