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In the library again.
Some blurry and noisy shots.
The Shining (1980) Stanley Kubrick / Polaroids
The X-Files + Polaroids
Send me nude polaroids to hide in my car’s sun visor so instead of being blinded by the sun, I get distracted by your boobs and crash my car blinded by you
Labyrinth girl ꩜
A Norwegian wedding in Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Last 📸 by Mark Vancleave
They’re so insanely beautiful it’s unreal💗
Dark Rebels ☠️ (my alternative girl pinterest board)
my best mate made these drawings for my stories!
this means a lot to me and i really like it so i decided to share it on here.
mixtapes; http://www.wattpad.com/story/29127471-mixtapes
paper hearts; soon
polaroids; soon
paintbrushes; soon
my best mate’s story; http://www.wattpad.com/story/36811197-the-best-we-can
our collab story; http://www.wattpad.com/story/33039588-days-are-numbered
do check them out,
it would mean a lot to us!
you are all wonderful! x
Wallet Polaroid
Summary: Steve Harrington is home alone, not knowing what to do since you’re busy, suddenly he remembers a picture of you tucked away in his wallet, he uses it and jeez does it get the job done.
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader
Word count: 500
Warnings: MNDNI 18+, male masterbation, descriptive language, polaroid of readers boobs
Master list:
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Steve is sprawled across his bed, a tennis ball in hand as he throws it up in the air, catching it and throwing it up again. He tried everything to rid his boredom, went swimming in his pool, smoked a joint, tried to call you, to which you didn’t answer, took a shower and made some food, tried to call you again…to which you didn’t answer.
He knew earlier you told him you’d be busy tonight, but that didn’t stop him from calling you a third time that night, once again not getting an answer :/, with a roll of his eyes and a heavy pout on his face, he places the phone back on the wall, feet bringing him to his bed, his back hitting it as he flops down, letting out a heavy sigh.
It’s not till he gets reminded of the one thing he didn’t try tonight… he rises to his legs and begins to make his way to a pair of jeans discarded on his floor, he picks them up, searching his pockets till he finds his leather wallet, hands flicking it open, finger tips searching the compartments till he finds it, the dim light of the room reflecting off a shiny polaroid. His cock practically jumps beneath his boxers as he pulls out a polaroid of you, aching at the sight.
You hold the camera angled at your chest, dressed in a small light pink tank top, one of Steve’s favorite that you wear, it’s bunched up and sitting perfectly over your tits, your free hand propping them up with a soft squeeze.
He can feel his hard cock throbbing, the tension begging to be released, he feels his cheeks get red as he takes in the picture, his wallet dropping to his floor as he grips the polaroid between his fingers, carefully he sets it on the dresser in front of him, his hands moving to remove his boxers, they drop to his feet and he kicks them off, his cock springing free.
Right next to the picture is a bottle of lotion, he uses a squirt to lubricant his hand before quickly wrapping his fingers over his length, spreading the lotion down his shaft, a moan escaping as he grazes his red tip, his other hand grabbing the polaroid once again.
As he scans the polaroid he can’t help but notice how soft your nipples look, so pink and plush, ready to be licked and sucked by him. He runs his fist up and down his shaft, squeezing softly, pre cum dribbling out of his tip, he moves his hand up to swipe it away, gracefully moving over his slit, releasing a heavy groan from him.
As he stares at the picture, he imagines your hand squeezing your tits to show them off to him, imaging how good it would feel to squeeze your tits together and place his cock perfectly between them, grinding his hips so he can fuck them. He hears the pretty sounds of your moans caused by him, he feels the softness of your skin, the sweet smell of your hair, it’s all enough to send him overboard.
He pumps his hand faster on his cock, whiny moans fall between his lips, the sound of his hand moving up and down him is prominent in his room, his mind can’t help but to wonder beyond the picture, how just below the frame you sit in panties, your wet cunt waiting for his thick member to fill you up, your legs resting against the soft sheets in your bed, the bed he gets to fuck you in, the bed where you take polaroids of yourself for him! And for him to use in this exact way.
Deep grunts fall out as he gets closer and closer, unable to deny it any longer, his grip on his cock tightening as his orgasm tumbles out of him cum shooting from him. All sorts of noises fall out of him, pathetic groans and whimpers, any curse word you can think of. He imagines you finishing with him, how your face would be flushed with a red tint, your eyes squeezing shut as you moan his name, how he would pull out and cum all over your tits, still pumping and squeezing so that every drop falls out of him and he’s completely drained by you. He finally calms his breathing, eyes still on the picture, taking it in, he lets out a sigh as he painfully pulls his eyes away from the picture to look down at the mess he’s made, the mess you made him make, his cock limp and tired, his tip red and wet. He bends down to pick up his wallet, tucking the picture back where it belongs so he can use it for next time, before moving to clean up the mess.
Master list:
the eras tour + polaroids pt.4 (x)