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âcause we never go out of style
#dimya#anastasia broadway#anastasia musical#christy altomare#derek klena#my gifs#broadwayedit#my edit#musicaledit#taylor swift#sorry to contribute to the plethora of taylor lyric edits but this is such a dimya bop i don't make the rules#'long hair slicked back white t shirt'??#'good girl faith and a tight little skirt'??#it's true it's them#the problem when i make gifsets is........ i will sit for 9 hours until i get sick of it and post it alshdjfk#oh well#i gotta stop picking at it#this has definitely been done before i think??#but i felt like playing with text some more so#here we are#me gifing the same 5 clips <3333 having a ball <333
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I've come to the conclusion that every Taylor Swift song can be declared EvaJacks coded if you try hard enough.
#like you have the usual#the archer#miss americana#and the heartbreak prince#treacherous#but also#long hair slicked back and white t-shirt/good girl thing and a tight little skirt#for the crypt scene#when we go crashing down we come back up#is foreshadowing eva first fox reincarnation#evajacks#ouabh#tbona#the ballad of never after#evangeline fox#jacks prince of hearts#jacks x evangeline#acftl#a curse for true love#taylor swift
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are we gonna get a 'style' chapter? because will and mike in acswy are so heavily style coded (or maybe its just me being a swiftie)
i meannnnn i donât think any of our current chapters are explicitly based off of style if thatâs what you mean? however we have plenty of other taylor inspired chapters (squints at ch8) and inspiration tends to strike whenever and wherever it wants to so you never know! they are soooooo style coded tho i canât agree more
#YOU GOT THAT LONG HAIR SLICKED BACK WHITE T SHIRT AND I GOT THAT#GOOD GIRL FAITH AND A TIGHT LITTLE SKIRT AND WHEN WE GO CRASHING#DOWN WE COME BACK EVERY TIME CAUSE WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE#etc so on and so forth#happy 1989 tv btw.#asks
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"It comes from a book that I got given when I was like, 17 or something. Somebody had used it as a⌠there was loads of books that I got given, but somebody had used one book as a diary and written all over it, and they dated it 1st of June, The 1975. And it was just the use of the word "the" that I thought was quite interesting. Thought it was an interesting moniker for something. And then it became the name of our band."
January 28, 2014: Matty reveals the story behind The 1975's band name. (source)
#year: 2014#january 2014#quote: matty healy#overlap: june 1st#topic: 1st june#the 1975 origin story#early 1975#early timeline speculation#timeline reference#era: self-titled#source: spotlight report#warning: audio#he got that long hair slicked back white t-shirt
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Interesting to me how taylornation takes taylor songs and then makes taylor the object of desire to the fan (you). Obviously Iâm thinking about the most recent cancel your plans just in case she (Taylor) calls. But there r lots of others littered throughout their account. Which is I guess the inevitable path when she writes a lot of love songs and you want to tie lyrics into your posts. But it is funny to me that they consistently position TAYLOR as the aloof deadbeat boyfriend being pined after
#etxt#could mean nothing etc etc#t swift#When they tweet the wonderland photos with Long hair slicked back white t shirt >>>>>>
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it was my soon to be flatmate's bday today and she invited me to join her n her friends for lunch and cocktails. and i had absinthe for the first time. and i was wedged in between a really lovely gal that i had fun convos with and a hot guy who let me sip both his drinks.
#u ever see someone and ur like 'ok the tropes are tropes-ing'#this dude was literally a fanfic love interest LMFAO#nice cologne. white t-shirt and nice jeans. leather jacket. rolls his own cigs. long-ish slicked back hair. floral tattoo sleeve.#this dude knocked back an absinthe old fashioned and a bourbon based cocktail#the fun gal to my left didn't know anything abt cocktails so he took his time explaining spirits to her in a way that wasn't condescending#rly made me feel at ease in a group of people i was completely unfamiliar with too#AND we listen to the same fucking deathcore bands LMAO
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i know exactly where this leads but i watch us go round and round each time!!!
#when we go crashing down we come back every time :( we never go out of style :(#you got that long hair slicked back white t shirt and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt is also almost accurate
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desperately want to write an eddie fic based on style by taylor swift
#like it'd be perfect#long hair slicked back white t shirt come on#let me finish my fearless fic first lmao#she speaks
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I love you bylers who edit them with the song style
#I EAT IT UP EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME#i go feral every time mike is edited with the lyrics long hair slicked back white t shirt
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I miss you.â
!plugeren misses his girl-a lot.
nsfw towards the end.
Wiping the drool off of your the corner of your puffy lips, you get woken up from your dream by the sound of your phone. Perfectly placed next to you for your alarmâbut this wasnât your alarm going off. Before your eyes can see the screen clearly, you were only able to make out the letter R with the color red. It could only be one person. The only person who would EVER call you on a random wednesday night. Your man eren. Calling you at 2 in the morning and disturbing your beauty sleep. After 3 rings, you finally answered the phone.âhello?â You mumble-still trying to wake up fully. Wondering why was he calling you at this time of the night.
It took a minute, but you could recognize the sound of music in his background along with wind blowing. Was he in a car? âYou sleep?â
You exhale into the phone unknowingly. âIt is 2am, what the fuck do you think iâm doing?â
Clearly annoyed that he snatched you from your peaceful sleep. âwatch your mouth. iâm on my way ân put something onâ. Snapping completely from your sleepy state, you register the words that you hear and grab your phone. âNo the he-â bleep.
Eren hung up the phone. Sitting up, looking at your phone you shaking your head and start getting ready.
Taking your bonnet off, you let your hair down and put on some grey tights along with a random white shirt you had in the corner of your room, you threw the random fit on but it was still cute. You only realized you were taking your sweet time when you heard your phone ringing again but this time it was a facetime call. Instantly picking up you were greeted with his pearly white smile along with his tattoo that went from his neck to his arm was partially exposed from the black t-shirt he had on as he whipped the steering wheel. Your insides were burning.
âIâm outside â
âokayâ
The call was quick but it left your heart pounding. Why did he want to see you? All of your questions were answered when you got to his car. Hopping into the passenger seat, your favorite tatted arm grabbed your neck. The warmth of his hand couldâve made you bust right there. He pressed his lips onto your glossed ones. To deepen the kiss, his slick warm tongue passed through your lips and into your mouth.
The kiss was long and nasty. The slippery tongues tackling each other for dominance. As you pulled away, the only thing connecting the two of you was his arm wrapped around your neck. which you didnât mind at all.
âi missed you mama, why donât you call me no more?â
The eye contact was intense. It was as if he was hungry and you were his next meal. You could feel the heat between your legs rise. oh the things he do to you without even trying.
âiâve been busy with school and work, itâs hard juggling bothâ
Eren let out an annoyed huff. Openly annoyed with your response he releases his hand from his grasp around your neck.
âi told you i got your bills n shit, i just want you with meâ The corners of your lips rise up as you take in his offer. âren i donât want you to spend all ya money on meâ
âbut i want toâ His hand makes its way to your thighs, squeezing them. He knew that was your weak spot. ârennnâ You practically whined. begging him to stop teasing you.
âc'mereâ With his free hand he pat his lap, hinting for you to sit in the driver side.
Your brain was no longer in control. You were thinking with your coochie.
Putting your bag to the side you got up and sat on him. Your thighs squished on either sides of him. As you rest your butt on him, you feel a bulge between your legs. You take a glimpse at his pants and back up at him. He took this as his chance to move his face to your neck. Gently, he began to litter your neck with his plush soft lips getting you all flustered. Your mouth fell open with a light moan escaping from your lips.
Without even thinking, your body began to move on its own. Grinding your hips onto him to ease the aching heat between your legs.
âtake these off..â Eren said as his attention trailed to your waist band tugging on it and letting it snap back onto you. Wincing at the pain, it didnât stop you from basically jumping out of your pants. He unzipped his pants just enough for his dick to spring out and flop onto your entrance. Your heart was beating out of your chest and eren could feel it. âcalm down mama, you know ima take care of youâ His voice was low and raspy but like music to your ears. Pressing your lips onto his, you could feel his hand snake its way to your exposed waist. His fingers dug into your skin as he pushed you down onto him. Gripping onto his arm for support as you adjusted to his length. Noticing the tat he got for you. ây/nâ with different swirling designs. He really loved you.
When you were finally adjusted, you pull away from the kiss and started to buck your hips onto him. Moans and grunts from you and eren filled his car. The tints made it extremely dark but that was the least of your worries your mind was turning into mush and was slowly losing your grip on him. Eren picked up where you left off and thrusted into you. âEren wait!â The way his dick disappeared into was like magic. âshut up and take this dickâ. Hearing him be mean to you made you bite your lip.
Your slick completely coating his dick and wetting his pants but he paid no attention to that. With one of his hands, he moved his thumb to your clit and did circles with the pace he knew drove you crazy. The feeling of pure bliss filling you up but a familiar feeling in your gut made you snap back to reality. Beginning to ride him to catch your own high. The build up was intense but not more intense than your release. Whining out ârenââs over and over again as you came. âlet it alll out mhmâ he grunted. Talking you through your orgasm but that didnât stop him from catching his own. Still fucking into you, he clutched his jaw and held onto your waist. All you could do was look at him and sob. Your eyes filling with tears that are threatening to fall.
You suddenly feel warmth shoot inside of you followed by a low âfuckâ. Erens lips magnetically found their way to yours as he groaned into your mouth. Filling you like a twinkie.
Once both of you came down, he left himself inside of you as you laid your tired head onto him. The few minutes of silence was abruptly interrupted. âyou gonâ quit that job fa me?â You lift your head and rubbed your eyes. âmhm"
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Late Date
Summary: Itâs your birthday and Tylerâs going to do some wrangling to make sure no tornado can ruin your day. Unfortunately, that also makes him and the Wranglers a bit late to your party.Â
Notes/Warnings: Fluff. Itâs not angsty at all, despite how the summary may sound. Inaccurate meteorology/tornado stuff. Slight jealousy. This is based on a lyrics request: âyouâve got long hair slicked back white t shirt and Iâve got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt.â Itâs just meant to be kinda cute, and I did my best, so hopefully you guys like it. Comments make my entire world, so if you do like it, let me know :)
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It happens often. You and Tyler are enjoying your time together when Disaster suddenly puts you in her path. A picnic in the park, a late-evening rodeo, a dinner date for him to meet your motherâall ruined. And yes, you believe Disaster does this intentionally. Disaster, in the form of a funnel of warm air and moisture, is as much in love with your boyfriend as you are, and sheâs a jealous bitch, always calling him away when heâs in the throes of life with you.Â
Luckily for Tyler, youâre not as jealous as his tornado. Youâre not as greedy. When he leaves you to meet her, you let him go because heâs the town hero, and you donât let your emotions get in the way of his job. After all, he does what he does to save the things he lovesâthis town, his family, you. And regardless of the time he spends with her, you know youâre his number one.Â
Today, however, you could do without his job. The jealousy that you have rarely felt up to this point seeps through as he throws your favorite white t-shirt of his over his sculpted chest before buckling the belt wrapped around his jean-clad hips. He stomps one foot down into his boot and then the other before rifling through the dresser chest at the base of the bed.
âYou have to do this on my birthday?â you ask, trying not to pout from your seated position on the mattress. The silk sleeve of your robe falls down your shoulder, exposing bare skin, and despite the chill, you donât pull the garment back up your arm. Anything to keep him in this bed, you think, and for a moment, you youâre satisfied that it might be working. Tyler pauses on his hunt for a clean flannel as his eyes glue to your chest, your pebbled nipples just barely hidden by the rest of the smooth, thin material.Â
You sit up on your knees and wrap your arms around his neck, but itâs from your touch that Tyler finally blinks, shakes his head, and says, âDarlinâ, wouldnât you rather feel reassured that your evening tonight will go tornado-free? Iâm just going to go with the guys, disrupt anything thatâs already formed, and observe the conditions as best I can so we donât get any coming our way when weâre supposed to be celebrating another year of your life.â
Itâs hard to argue with him when he hits you with logic, but itâs made harder by the pout on his face. That is supposed to be your pout. Heâs the one leaving you on your birthdayâdecent reason or notânot the other way around.Â
âFine,â you say.
Tyler grins from ear to ear. He leans in and captures your lips in a long kiss before pulling back and brushing your unkempt hair out of your face. âWeâll meet you at the bar, ok?â
Nodding, you say, âYea,â and untangle your arms from his neck. He gives you one last kiss.Â
âHappy Birthday, darlinââ glides to your ear in his smooth, low voice, and then heâs out the door.Â
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âHeâll be here,â your cousin tells you. Youâve been staring at the bar door for a half-hour, disappointed with each new blond cowboy who walks into the crowded space. âWhen has he ever let you down?â
You sigh. âI know. But why did the bitchy tornadoes have to run wild today of all days? He said they chased four between here and the next town over, and two of them put up a real fight,â you say, relaying the information of Tylerâs earlier texts. âPlus, itâs raining now. Thatâll only make it more difficult for them to get back.â
The bartender offers you and your cousin the drinks she ordered. She winks at him and downs the entire glass in one gulpâwhich he seems to find very impressiveâbefore nudging your glass closer to your folded hands atop the counter.Â
âWell, the only thing to do is drink up,â she orders. âMight as well have fun while we wait.â
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Youâre two drinks in. Your cousin has knocked back four, and while sheâs no lightweight, the effects show in the uptick of her flirtiness with the bartender. Sheâs agreed to wait around until his shift is over, which was quickly retracted when she remembered that itâs your birthday and the fun she is meant to be having is with you, not the hot guy who stopped charging her for drinks an hour ago. But you assuage her guilt, knowing you have no intention of hanging around a crowded bar until two in the morning unless your boyfriend is going to be with you, birthday or not.Â
With the acceptance of your third drink, you hope to easier ignore the appreciative glances from the blond cowboys on the other side of the mass of dancers in the center of the room. You must be a sunny-haired, country boyâs type, but they arenât your man, and to be honest, youâre surprised theyâre daring enough to look so long. The town is small enough that you figured by now everyone knows youâre Tylerâs girl, but clearly, thatâs not the case. Either that or they just donât care.Â
When you start to feel itâthe slight high, the looser inhibitionsâyou decide the best course of action is to simply ignore them, and so you hop down from the stool and make your way to the dance floor to do exactly that, planting yourself in the middle of a group of like-minded women swaying their hips to the tune. Like that, you let yourself go, alcohol allowing you to surrender to the flow of the feminine voice coming through the speakers. Your mind drifts, your eyes close, and when you feel a hand on your waist, you think of Tyler. When hips grind against yours, you think of Tyler. When lips touch your neck, you think of Tyler. And when your eyes open, you see Tyler.
He steps into the bar with the Wranglers in tow, his soaked white t-shirt clinging to his torso that every womanâeven those invested in men of their ownânotices, his hands slicking back his damp locks. With a grin on his handsome face, he glances around the space in search of you, but when he finds you, that grin drops faster than a rock can hit the ground.Â
Itâs then that you realize the paws on your body are not his. The breath hitting behind your ear is that of a stranger. Tylerâs stomping his way over to you, but you donât need him to release his building rage because you have plenty of your own.Â
Flipping around, your palm meets the cheek of one of the knock-off Tylers. He yelps and rubs his face. His irises turn red, and he looks ready to give you a scolding or call you some sort of vile name, but his eyes widen at the shadow that suddenly looms over you and he shrinks where he stands.Â
âY-Your girlfriend?â he eeks out.Â
Itâs fascinating to see the demeanor shift. Tyler must have more of a reputation than you realized. You havenât lived in town longâyou moved in with him three weeks ago after a year of long-distance datingâbut youâve known for a while that he is well-loved and anyone who crosses him crosses the town. What you didnât know was that the peopleâs devotion to their tornado-wrangling hero could incite such fear. And honestly, youâre a little impressed; a little turned on.Â
Tilting your chin up, the back of your head lands against your boyfriendâs chest. His arm comes around your waist, hand flattening over your stomach. âYou think?â he spits.Â
When knock-off Tyler skitters back to the gaggle of knock-off Tylers, your Tyler turns you around to face him. With a cocked brow, he says, âNow, darlinâ, what was that?â
You shrug. âThought he was you.â
Tyler looks over your shoulder to the group of blonds. His eyes narrow. âYou canât be serious.â
âIâve had a bit to drink,â you chuckle.
His mouth parts, an ahh sound leaving his throat as if to say, âThat explains it.â âWhereâs your cousin?â His gaze follows yours to the familiar woman whose body is half thrown over the countertop, her lips connected to the guy whose neglect of other patrons is about to cause a riot. But you donât care about a likely-to-be-fired bartender; you care that your boyfriend was absent for so much of your birthday.
âWhat took you so long?â
Youâve started to gently sway with the music again, this time taking the correct Tyler with you. Your hands clasp behind his neck as his link around your waist, pulling you in close.Â
âSorry, darlinâ. It was rougher than we anticipated,â he says, and though you expected to be much more put out, you feel settled with that explanation. Youâre just happy heâs with you now and not standing you up for a date with his unpredictable weather. âYou look pretty,â he tells you as his palms slide down over the skirt thatâs snuggly fitted around your hips. âI havenât seen this one before.â
âBought it today.â
âFor me?â
âFor me.â You roll your eyes. âBut I might have guessed youâd like it.â
He hums, gaze raking appreciate up your body to your mouth. âI do,â he says, then he presses his lips to yours. However, remembering the scarlet hue coating your lips, you quickly pull back.Â
âYour whole mouth is going to be red if you keep kissing me.â
Tylerâs brow pinches. One handâs fingers glide up your body and slip between the strands of your hair. âGood,â he says. âThen people will know weâre a matching set.â
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TRICKED YOU!
ran haitani / rindou haitani / sanzu haruchiyo x gn!reader (separate)
cws: suggestive but fluffy, like actually kind of tooth rotting, little white lies, established relationship (ran), situationships (rindou, sanzu), discussions of drug usage (sanzu), bonten timeline, ask to tag
from the ASM: tricking the trio into getting some rest isnât exactly easy. but the probability of getting it to work is not exactly zero, either.
over the loudspeaker: @sin-and-punishment
â RAN HAITANI.
âraaaan,â you whined into the receiver, rolling over in your sheets and letting them rustle against your phone.
you heard your poor boyfriend let out a breath on the other end of the line. âwhatâs the matter, angel? iâm a little tied up at the moment.â
you knew he was, obviously, or you wouldnât be calling. you knew his schedule inside and out by now, when he had meetings, when he ran off on sudden jobs to handle important business you had no interest in knowing about.
it was always a little more fun to be able to pull him from some boring, dreadful meeting than when he was free to join you.
âcome home,â you breathed, and you heard the way he hummed in the back of his throat.
âi canât, come on. you know this. donât make me feel bad.â
âbut the bedâs cold, ran. arenât you gonna come make it warm again?â
there was a brief pause and some speaking in the background. clearly he was in a meeting, which you had expected.
âwarm up yourself, angel-â
âno, come home. i just want you.â
ran grunted into the phone, and you heard him pull the device from his ear and shout towards the voices in the background. it was muffled and broke up a bit; the reception in abandoned warehouses typically wasnât the best.
âran?â
âiâm here. just- stay put. âm coming. you gonna be good fâ me?â
âyeah.â
âfine. see you soon.â he hung up, and you smiled to yourself, successful in your endeavor.
youâd left the door open for him and left a set of sleep clothes at the edge of the bed for him. he hadnât been sleeping, you knew that; the circles under his eyes and the way he forced himself out of bed in the mornings gave it away. something must have happened, or maybe something resurfaced â he hadnât told you yet, but you could make an educated guess.
ran arrived at your place within the half hour, the heels of his slick shoes clicking along the floorboards as he made his way towards your room where you waited for him, cuddled up in your duvet with the lamp light casting everything in a warm yellow.
he nudged the door open with a huff, smiling briefly before pausing. âi have to admit, this isnât what i was expecting.â
âwhat, donât wanna just nap?â
âi thought you were calling for a hookup.â
âdirty mind! i never said that,â you giggled at his exasperated face before pulling back the covers to give him space. âcome on, baby. you look exhausted. youâve got bags under your eyes.â
âdonât say that shit, my eyes are fine.â
âbecause you steal my eye cream!â you pouted then, folding your arms at his pushback.
he grumbled at you but ultimately eyed up the empty space next to you in the bed, letting out a loud sigh.
âcant believe i left the meeting to come take a nap. what is this, high school? i used to do this shit as a kid. play hooky and sleep in weird places.â he yawned as he spoke, undressing his three-piece suit in exchange for the t-shirt and shorts you left out for him. you just nodded along and patted the space next to you for him to climb into.
he joined you, eventually, long limbs grabbing onto you to pull you in close and bury his face in your chest. you smiled as the scent of his cologne floated up around you, the smell of his hair gel right under your nose.
it felt like it was barely two minutes before your talkative boyfriend was knocked out against your chest, your fingers combing through his hair.
â RINDOU HAITANI.
to: annoying prick
me: come over.
annoying prick: how about a please?
me: come over Now. miss you.
annoying prick: i screenshotted that for evidence.
me: i hope you crash on your way here.
annoying prick: i didnât say i was coming? smfh.
you rolled your eyes at your phone as you fussed with the string of his hoodie around your finger. rindou never listened when you invited him over, always giving you a hard time despite expecting you to bend to his will whenever he wanted to see you.
oftentimes things happened on his terms, not yours. which normally isnât a problem, except for this one time when you wanted to fuck with him.
your finger hovered over the call button before you opted for another direction, opening up your camera and taking a quick photo of his hoodie string between your teeth, cute and suggestive and alluring. you made sure to get most of your upper body in the shot, laid back against your pillows.
me: [1 image]
me: come over? now?
annoying prick: is that my
annoying prick: cheap shot. stay there. donât even think about touching.
you laughed at how quickly his tone changed, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. he was a grown man, sure, but he was rude and mean and often thought with his dick rather than his head.
you heard the revv of his bike engine before you saw it through his window, clicking your tongue when you spotted him without a helmet. you understood that he was some sort of criminal, but you kind of liked him, sort of, and didnât actually want him to crash and die.
you watched him park the bike illegally in front of your place and hop off of it quickly, straightening out the front of his suit jacket as he walked up towards the door.
you heard him grumble when the door was locked, fucking around for the spare key before finally getting inside your home and beelining towards your room.
you broke into giggles as he shoved your door open and undid the front two buttons of his suit jacket, trying to clamber over your body on the bed. âtease, calling me home from beinâ busy just to fuck around, what are you-â
âaht,â you stopped him with a finger to his chest, shaking your head, ânot what i invited you here for.â
he stared back at you, hesitating and hovering over your form. âexcuse me?â
you chose that exact moment to whip out the puppy eyes, jutting out your bottom lip and laying back on your pillows, âmy bed was cold, rin! just wanted you to come over and take a nap with me.â
he gawked at you before sitting up on his knees and running a hand through his hair. âare you being fucking serious?â
âyes.â
âyou invited me over. to nap?â
âmhm. and now youâre here. so letâs take one.â
âwhat the-â
âplease?â you cocked your head and tried the puppy eyes again, to which he made a face, but didnât necessarily move away.
âi donât have-â
âyou leave clothes here all the time. i have some set out in the bathroom.â
âfuck you.â
âmaybe next time.â you broke into laughter as he succumbed to his fate, getting out of your bed to disappear down the hall into your bathroom. he returned within five minutes, having changed into a pair of pajama pants and forgetting his shirt, standing at the side of your bed awkwardly.
âwell? come in, iâm exhausted.â
âthis is weird.â
âno itâs not. just lay down, asshole.â you huffed and pulled back the covers for him. he squinted at you, having taken his contacts out, before reluctantly crawling into the bed next to you. you snuggled up against his side, to which he tensed, but ultimately ended up wrapping an arm around you anyway.
he fell asleep before you did, mouth open and drooling all over your pillow. you took a photo, not because you liked him or anything⌠wellâŚ
â SANZU HARUCHIYO.
convincing sanzu to listen to you at all was like trying to train a poodle. it was very, very difficult because he was very, very defiant.
you knew he hadnât been sleeping well. you knew it well, unfortunately; his work was catching up to him and drugs werenât your favorite solution to the problem.
you told him time and time again that he needed rest, that it was because you cared that you were nagging at him, and yet he always bit right back at you like a dog nipping its ownerâs hand.
you had had enough. so you decided to play the game.
you sat in his car waiting for him to finish some job in some remote part of the red light district, in a back alley with no prying eyes or lights, really.
you sat in wait until finally sanzu reappeared in the faded yellow light of the nearest street lamp, wiping his hands on a handkerchief and kicking a lead pipe against the wall. you chose not to question his line of work.
he grinned when he saw you in the passengerâs seat, as if he had forgotten you were there, and hurried around to the driverâs seat to get in and lean into your space.
âall done now, baby.â he pressed kisses to the corners of your lips, making you giggle before he caught your mouth with his own.
you hummed against his lips, lifting a hand to curl your fingers around his tie. âharu,â you breathed, tugging lightly on the fabric, âcan we please get home? wanna get into bed with youâŚâ
he pulled back slightly to meet your gaze with his own crazed one, eyes studying you almost clinically as a grin spread across his face. âoh yeah? baby wants to get home?â
âmhm.â
âhell yeah, iâll get you fuckinâ home.â he pulled back from you to start the car, and you gripped the oh-shit handle because you knew he was just going to peel out of the alleyway.
and that he did, whipping down side streets and revving the engine, one hand on the wheel and the other gripping your thigh.
you giggled to yourself as you watched the veins in his arm, shaking your head. he just had no idea how easy he was to fool.
it took far shorter of a time than it should have to get back to your place, and he parked before hurrying out of the car and getting the passenger door for you.
you got out and led him to the door, feeling him stalk your every movement, only ever one step behind you. you unlocked your door and kicked your shoes off with a laugh as he tried to pin you against the nearest wall, freeing yourself from his grasp and making your way towards your room.
he grunted as he followed you, muttering something about you being a tease.
you turned on your heel once you got to your room and took a seat on the bed. âmuch better. iâm so tired, haru.â
âhuh?â
âletâs just go to bed, how about it?â you started to get undressed as he stood in your doorway, scarred lips twitching with confusion.
âwhat are you talking about?â
âharu, letâs go to bed. i know youâre tired too.â
âno, this is-â
âno buts.â you stood to shimmy out of the rest of your clothing and tug your pajamas on. âstrip and cuddle with me.â
haru wasnât a cuddler, not by a long shot. but, with youâŚ
he felt like he blinked, and suddenly he was on his back in your bed with you at his side in the dark. you snuggled up closer to him and ran your fingers through his hair.
soon enough, his breathing evened out, and you smiled to yourself as his grip on you grew tighter in his sleep.
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Steve Harrington x fem!reader 18+
A kiss, soft and open mouthed, to somewhere on your body that made your cheeks burn.
âBaby,â a boyâs voice, as sweet and salacious as his kiss, murmuring into the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh. Stubble scratched there, a laugh pressed after it. âYouâre not staying still.â
You whined, low and pretty, squirming despite your telling off and you couldnât find it in you to care. Steve had been torturing you for the last half hour, a whole thirty minutes of slow, wet teasing and you were aching with it all, bones buzzing and skin electric from his touch.
Heâd spent the whole afternoon being mean, being too nice, holding your hand and brushing back your hair, nosing and kissing at your cheek and neck when your friends were distracted by the movie, wide and warm hands wandering up your knee and over your thigh until you were too hot.
Heâd cooed, pulled you closer and made sure his hand brushed against the curve of your chest before the boy poured and promised heâd make it up to you. You just had to be real good for him.
So youâd nodded, desperate, eager, willing to do whatever he said as long as he fucking touched you. And soon. Youâd stripped off as soon as Steve had asked, both of you dragging each other up the stairs and into his bedroom. Youâd only managed to shed your shorts and underwear before heâd gently pushed you onto the sheets, your t-shirt tucked up your ribs to show off the lacy edges of your bra.
Steve had kissed his way up your legs and whispered one order, eyes heavy, hair already a mess, his lips shiny from his kisses along the inside of your knee.
âStay still for me, honey.â
And youâd tried. You had tried so hard. You really, really tried.
But Steve had spread your legs, wide enough for it to make you feel filthy, cheeks warming and stomach dipping at the feeling of being so exposed. It was barely evening, the last of the sunlight shining in between the slats of his blinds and it lit you up with stripes of gold and bronze.
Steve could see everything. All of you.
He didnât even bother to hook your thighs over his shoulders, something heâd normally do. No, he kept you open for him, palms pressed to the insides of your thighs and you wondered if heâd keep going, if heâd lift your hips up and bend you in half so he could lick you absolutely everywhere.
âMâtrying,â you gasped weakly, still wriggling in his hold as you felt his huff of amusement brush over your slick skin. âSteve, I needââ
Steve didnât let you finish, he just leaned in again, nose trailing over the crease of your hip, groaning as he let his tongue follow. He shifted, easing the pressure on his hard cock, still trapped in the confines of his denim jeans and he kissed just above your clit, lips plush and soft and pliant.
You moaned, lifting yourself closer to his face, needing more, ready to beg for his tongue.
âBaby,â he warned again. âYouâre not lettinâ me take my time.â He sighed, world weary and teasing. âI wanna take my time with you, yeah? Look at her, sheâs so pretty.â He cooed at the space between your legs, pupils blown wide at the sight of you, open and wet for him.
Steve thumbed over your folds, slick with yourself and his kisses, grinning as he spread you more, opening you up for him so he could marvel at how you keened at him. âSheâs so fuckinâ wet, honey. So pretty, so sweet.â He leaned back in to kiss you again, nose bumping your clit qs he pressed innocent, quick pecks down your cunt.
You were dizzy with it, forgetting how to breath until your chest burned and you exhaled with a moan, a sigh, a gasp of your boyfriendâs name. It was dirty, feeling so exposed, open to Steve's inspection, it was fucking delicious. A white hot burn that made your skin ripple, your lips part and eyes close.
âWant me to kiss you here, honey? Yeah?â Steve pressed a finger over your entrance, gently prodding until the pressure made your hips buck up and he laughed again, a pretty, mean sound. âOh yeah, youâd love that, huh? What about here? Would that feel nice?â He blew on your clit, let his lips part and graze over the swollen button, his tongue just peeking out from his mouth to bump against it.
You nodded, eager and desperate and clumsy, hair messy on the sheets and you wanted to push yourself onto your elbows and push Steveâs head where you wanted the most, you wanted to press him into the pillows and ride his face but the boy saw your movements and yanked at your thighs, effectively making you fall back onto the mattress. He snickered, a sound that made your tummy feel warm and your cheeks feel hotter and you couldnât even try to hide how you got even wetter still.
âSheâs soaked, baby,â Steve whispered. âSo wet, all âcause Iâm bossinâ you about? Youâre such a dirty fuckin, thing, arenât you.â
You groaned, flinging an arm over your eyes and it made Steve laugh again. He soothed the sting of his teasing with a kiss to your tummy, to the bend of your knee and before you could whine again, he ducked his head back to your cunt and licked a thick, wide stripe from your entrance to your clit, slow and dragging.
Steve felt his cock twitch as he pulled back to watch your pussy flutter, your little, wet hole clenching around nothing and he tsked, soothing you back down and hushing your whines with soft words and then his lips around your clit.
He spoke between sucks and kisses, flat, slow licks over your pussy that had you crying. âSâokay baby, I know, I know. Gonna make you come now, youâve been so good for me, you have, Iâm sorry.â
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"I think the album - it was very inspired by John Hughes, the kind of work of John Hughes. That was the main thing. That's been like, one of the biggest driving forces for me, inspirationally." "Which is what I grew up on. Can you expand on that?" Just movies like Pretty in Pink and The Breakfast Club and stuff like that⌠They have like, proper soundtracks, you know? Like, soundtracks that really make you feel something. And that's kind of where I fell in love with music at a young age, just like⌠I grew up on a farm, so it was all like⌠just watching the videoâŚ" "You strike me as a farm kid." "Yeah, really? But yeah, we're a bit weird. And a bit off."
2013: Matty explains how John Hughes soundtracks helped musically inspire him as a young boy growing up on a farm. (source)
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Butterfly Fantasies (Older!Rafe Cameron x Reader)
Summary: Youâve been teasing Rafe for months and when he sees you flirting with another man, itâs his final straw. Wk: 3.4k
This is a prompt from me & @babygorewhoreâs writing game!! Feel free to click the link and come play with usâ¨
Warnings: Rafe is your dadâs best friend, age gap (Rafe is late 30s Reader is early 20s), daddy kink, choking, spanking, pussy slapping, breeding kink, hair pulling, degradation 18+MDNI!!
You know itâs wrong, parading yourself around like this for your dadâs best friend. You had just finished your final year of college so you were home staying with your dad for the summer. But every single time you saw Rafe it was like your body was on fire. Him and your dad have been friends and business partners for years now. But you had only ever met Rafe once before, a few years ago at your dadâs wedding. You thought he was sexy then and somehow heâs even sexier now. Heâs always coming over for drinks, or to go out on the boat, sometimes he and your dad talk business in his office.
But it felt like he was just always around. Wearing those expensive business suits with his hair slicked back perfectly. On days when he and your dad went out on the boat he would come over in shorts that were just a tad bit too short and those tight t-shirts or button ups, his thick biceps on display. When youâd run into him at the country club he always looked so fucking delicious in his golf outfit. That tight polo taunt against his shoulders, the way his large hands dwarfed the handles of the clubs. His hair was messier on those days, the ends of it sticking out from the cap on his head. You wanted to tear it off, lace your fingers through his hair and tug on it when it was void of its usual product.
It didnât help that he was always looking at you. His eyes roaming your figure with a smug smirk on his face for just a little too long. The way he would send you little winks when your dad wasnât looking. Resting his hand on the small of your back when he walks past you in the kitchen or in the hall. He was always calling you little nicknames like âdollâ and âsweetheart. He even called you âprincessâ once and you thought you were going to cum untouched. You wanted to be his little princess so bad. So you started playing dirty.
Whenever you saw him you made sure to walk around in your skimpiest outfits. Youâd lounge by the pool in your tiniest little micro bikinis, rubbing sunscreen on your skin causing it to glisten. You would wear your shortest dresses with thongs so small they might as well not even be there, bending over under the guise of âgrabbing something out of the fridgeâ when he was standing behind you in the kitchen. Once you learned that he went to the country club every Sunday for brunch and golf, you signed up for Sunday tennis lessons.
Those days just might be your favorite. Your tennis outfit consisted of a tiny little white tennis skirt that barely covered your ass and an even tinier white sports bra that showed off your cleavage perfectly. It was just a bonus that your tennis instructor was hot and your age. It also didnât hurt that Rafe could see the tennis court perfectly from the brunch table he always sat at. Youâd make eye contact with him over your instructor's shoulder from afar while you grasped onto his bicep and giggled. If you werenât mistaken you could just make out a slight switch in his jaw. He might be nineteen years older than you but you arenât stupid, you can tell when a man wants you.
Rafe wants you bad. Heâs been trying really fucking hard to restrain himself but itâs almost impossible when youâre constantly walking around in those little fucking outfits. Giving him that little smirk with that glint in your eye like you know youâre torturing him. He canât stop thinking about you. When heâs working, when heâs golfing, when his hand is wrapped around his thick cock at night. Even when heâs buried balls deep in some bored housewife. All he can think about is you.
The way those little bikinis hardly cover anything but your nipples, and bottoms sitting so high on your ass theyâre practically being swallowed. Those tiny little sun dresses that you seemed to always be bending over in, flashing him those pretty barely there panties that show the outline of your pussy. That fucking tennis outfit and that little douche bag tennis instructor whose hands he wants to cut off each time he has to watch him touch you.
But thereâs one specific instance that wonât leave his mind, playing like a movie on repeat in his head. You were wearing these tiny little jean shorts with a little tiny crop top. You were sitting at the bar in the kitchen, eating a fucking banana of all things. But the way you were bent over to rest your elbows on the counter made your shorts ride down just enough to show off your thong and the little butterfly tramp stamp you had right above your ass. He stood there with his mouth agape for what couldâve been minutes or hours, he doesnât know. He was stuck, completely enthralled by the sight of you. He felt himself starting to get hard when you looked over your shoulder at him, a smug smile painted across your glossed lips.
âWhy donât you take a picture? Itâll last longer.â You held eye contact with him while you finished off the last of your banana before standing up, winking at him, and walking away without another word. Leaving him so fucking hard and incredibly frustrated.
His final straw though? Your dad was throwing a celebration party for the company because they closed a huge deal and you were parading around in yet another barely there dress with all his coworkers and their sons ogling you. Currently Rafe was watching you with his jaw clenched so hard he feels like his teeth might break and heâs surprised the thin glass in his hand is still intact with the grip he has on it. Youâre standing across the yard from him, that little white backless dress hugging every inch of your body so perfectly, showing off the expanse of your back and ending right at the top of your ass, flashing that little tiny tattoo to every single person here. When heâs the only one that should know about it.
The son of one of his employees rests his hands on your hips, leaning in to whisper something in your ear all while you maintain eye contact with him from across the yard, he has to physically stop himself from going over there and slamming the guyâs head into the bar. When you smirk at him, sending him a little wink before dragging the guy inside the house? Heâs absolutely had it.
You had Rafe right where you wanted him, there was no doubting it now. The way he was staring daggers at every man that even glanced your way and the way his eyes hungrily drank you in as they followed your every move said it all. You wanted to know how far you could push him, if he would really snap and finally make a move. So you took it upon yourself to flirt with the cutest guy your age there. You really laid it on thick, giggling at all his jokes, running your hands down his chest, letting him grip your hips and whisper in your ear. All while Rafe watched with a death glare. You didnât have to keep your eyes on him to know he was looking, but sending him little smirks and glances over the guy's shoulder was just too good to resist. Especially when you decided to drag the guy into the house with you, making sure Rafe watched you walk away.
âDo you want a drink? My dad keeps all the best shit in here.â You smile at him, you donât even remember his name, it doesnât matter anyways, heâs nothing but a means to an end.
âYeah, Iâll take a drink, but I think Iâd like to taste you more.â You internally gag at his cheesy line but still offer him a suggestive smile as you jump up on the counter with your legs spread just enough for him to get a glance at your panties.
âCome here then.â You beckon him with your finger and he comes to stand between your legs, resting his hands on your hips again.
âYouâre really hot, you know that?â You snort, thanking him for his base level fuck boy compliment as he leans in for a kiss. Before his lips can even graze yours heâs being pulled backwards back the collar of his dress shirt. An extremely pissed looking Rafe glaring down at the smaller man.
âGet lost.â He practically growls, shoving the guy backwards by the grip he had on his collar.
âHey man, whatâs your fucking problem?â
âI said to get fuckinâ lost, fuck off before I break your fuckinâ legs.â The dude scoffs and rolls his eyes as he walks off. The minute you and Rafe are alone his hands are resting on the counter on either side of your hips, his face inches from yours. âYou think this is funny, little girl? You wanna play games? I suggest you donât start something you canât fuckinâ finish.â
âGames? What games? Iâm not play any games. I think I was being pretty straight forward with that guy.â Rafe exhales through his nose, grabbing onto your jaw with his large hand, squeezing your cheeks together.
âThat guy?â He scoffs, shaking your head back and forth. âYou know Iâm not fuckinâ talking about him, doll. Donât play dumb with me. Get up.â
âIâm not a dog, I donât bark on command.â He laughs at that, actually laughs.
âOh, baby, weâll fuckinâ see about that. Up.â He releases his grip on your jaw and backs up as he looks at you expectantly. You mull over your options for about two seconds before sliding off the counter. The minute the heels of your boots hit the expensive linoleum, Rafe's large ringed hand grasps onto your forearm, pulling you into the nearest room. He shuts the door behind you, pushing you up against it and trapping you between him and the wood. âYouâve been driving me crazy, you know that?â
âYeah? Thatâs exactly what I was hoping forâŚâ You smirk at him, looking up at him through your lashes.
âYou really think this is a fuckinâ joke, huh?â Rafe chuckles darkly, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He grabs onto your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off your airflow. âYou trying to get me in trouble? You know how fucking pissed your dad would be if he found out about this?â
âMmm⌠I figure if he disowns me you could just be my daddy instead.â He groans, using his grip on your throat to manhandle you over to the desk. Your dadâs desk to be exact. You were so worked up you didnât even process that he pulled you into his office.
âYouâre a fuckinâ brat. Looks like someone needs to teach you some manners, little girl.â Rafe presses your face against the desk, using his other hand to pull your hips up so your ass is in the air. The same hand hikes your dress above your ass before landing a harsh smack on it. The sound echoes through the room, accompanied by the loud moan that rips through you. âBet your spoiled ass has never been spanked a day in your life. Bet you get whatever you want, whenever you want. But not with me, daddyâs gonna make you beg for it.â
He lands another smack on your bare ass, your tiny thong covering absolutely nothing. Then another. And another. He keeps you in place by his hand pressing onto the side of your head causing your cheek to press against the cold wood of the desk. Little whimpers and moans fall from your lips as
your writhe underneath him.
âGonna leave this ass covered in my hand prints, then when you walk around in those tiny little bikinis youâll either think twice about teasing me or youâll have to explain it to anyone who sees.â Both of his large hands come down on your cheeks at once before one comes from below, landing a harsh smack on your cunt.
âOh fuck, daddy.â Your eyes roll back and drool starts to drip down your chin when he smacks your pussy again before pulling your panties to the side, the cool air of the room hitting your wet folds.
âYeah, thatâs right, slut, Iâm your fucking daddy. Look at this pussy, youâre so wet. Just from this? You like getting treated like a whore?â Rafe smacks your bare pussy, the metal of his rings adding a delicious sting. âYou sure as hell like acting like one. Parading around in those skimpy little outfits, trying to seduce a man twice your age.â
âI fucking love it daddy, want you so bad, just wanted your attention.â You whine, wiggling your hips. âPlease touch me.â
âPlease touch me.â He mocks you as he smacks your clit three times in succession. âI am touching you, doll. Youâre gonna have to do a lot better than that.â
âPlease daddy, please, Iâll do anything you want. You can fuck my pussy till itâs sore, fuck my ass, cum inside me, breed me, anything. Just please.â
The next thing you feel is two thick fingers being inserted knuckle deep in your pussy. Rafe curls them against your sweet spot before thrusting them in and out of you at a quick pace.
âFuckinâ listen to that shit, youâre so wet for me. Youâre dirty. You want me to fuck your ass and breed you? That what you sit around thinking about all day?â Youâre about to respond but the feeling of his thumb on your clit has you moaning and pushing back against his hand. He grabs onto your hair, pulling your head back so he can lean over you with his lips pressed to your ear. âAnswer the fuckinâ question, princess. Know you canât be fucked dumb from just my fingers.â
âYes! Yes, I think about you fucking me on every inch of this house. I think about you filling me with your cum until Iâm knocked up. About being your little barefoot and pregnant wife. Want to shove the fact that Iâm the one that gets you in all those old country club bitches faces.â Well he wasnât expecting all of that, but heâs not complaining. Now that heâs thinking about it, it doesnât sound so bad. He picks up the speed of his fingers, applying harder pressure to your clit just as he yanks on your hair, exposing your neck so he can lick across the expanse of it, sending you over the edge.
âThatâs it, baby girl, cum for me, cum for daddy.â He pulls his fingers out and you canât see but you hear the sound of him sucking them clean, accompanied by a groan. âLook at you, you donât have any idea what you do to me, do you?â
He runs his large hand down your back, stopping just above your ass to trace his fingertips across your tattoo.
âWhat do I do to you daddy? Tell me.â He spanks your ass again, earning a little yelp from you.
âDonât start getting sassy on me again. Iâm calling the shots. But you drive me insane. Prancing around in those little bikinis, flashing me your slutty panties, this god damn tattoo.â
Rafe leans down, placing a kiss on it before licking across it. He hooks his fingers in the bands of your thong, pushing it down your legs. You try to kick your boots off to get it off your ankles but Rafe stops you, pulling them off himself.
âKeep the boots on.â Rafe grabs onto your ass, spreading you open for him before leaning down to spit on your asshole, watching it drip down onto your already soaked cunt. You feel his thumb rub down your slit right before he shoves his tongue as deep as it can go inside your pussy.
âOh fuuuuuck, daddy thatâs so good, thank you thank you.â Rafe eats you out like a man starved, nearly drunk off the sound of your moans and the taste of your sweet cunt. He leans down to suck your clit between his plump lips and you feel yourself getting close, clenching around nothing. And itâs like he reads your mind because seconds later heâs thrusting his fingers inside you, rubbing them up against your g-spot and sending you into an orgasm that makes your entire body shake. âShit daddy, yesyesyes, Iâm cumming, Iâm cumming.â
He leans up, grips onto your hips, and flips you over with ease, propping you up on the desk. He grabs onto your face and connects your lips in a filthy kiss. His tongue intangles with yours, flooding your mouth with the taste of yourself mixed with him and it makes your head spin.
âTake this fuckinâ dress off.â He grabs onto the straps, pushing them off your shoulders so he can yank it down your legs. âNo bra? God damn, princess, look at these perfect tits, shit.â He yanks off his shirt before undoing his pants, pushing them down his hips. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head at the sight of his cock. âYeah baby, this isnât some twenty something loser cock, this is what a real manâs dick looks like. Beg for it.â
âDaddy, please fuck me, please, I want you to fill me up. Put a baby in me so everyone on the island knows you I belong to.â You push your hips forward, spreading your legs further. Rafe decides thatâs enough for him, roughly grabbing onto your hip with one hand and using the other to line his cock up with your entrance. He pushes inside you with one thrust, your tight wet pussy practically sucking him in.
âAh, shit, youâre so fucking tight.â Rafe grabs onto your ankles, throwing them over his shoulders so he can fuck you even deeper. âBeen dreaming about this pussy for months. Been dreaming about this sexy little body. Look at these perfect tits. Perfect legs. So fucking soft. Such a good little slut for daddy.â
He grabs onto your throat as he continues to split you open on his cock, his other hand finds your clit and it has you clenching around him. The desk is slamming against the ground and youâre both moaning so loud you wouldnât be surprised if the entire party heard you outside through the music and all the walls. But you didnât care, especially not as you gushed around Rafeâs cock.
âYeah thatâs right, fuckinâ give it to me, cum all over my cock. Gonna fill you up, gonna give you a baby just like you want, donât even give a fuck what anybody thinks. Iâm not ever quitting this pussy.â Rafe lets go of your throat to so he can wrap your legs around his hips, grabbing onto your ass as he fucks into you at a brutal pace, chasing his own high.
âYeah daddy, fucking give it to me, fill me up, want it so bad.â You run your perfectly manicured nails down his back and it does him in. He presses his hips flush against yours as his cock twitches inside of you, filling you with ropes of his cum. The moans leaving him are your never favorite song that you want to listen to on repeat for the rest of your life. When he comes down from his high he lets his cock slip out of you before gathering the bit of cum that leaked out on his fingers, shoving it back inside.
âCanât waste any, can we?â He brings his slick fingers to your lips and you happily suck them clean. He pulls them from your mouth before leaning in to place a much gentler kiss on your lips.
âIâm sorry about all that stuff I said I totally understand if you wanna forget this ever happened I-â he shushes you, kissing you again.
âIâm not forgetting shit, princess. Youâre mine now. Gonna fuck you full until it takes and then make you my pretty little housewife. I donât give a damn what anyone thinks.â
Your dad was going to be so fucking pissed, but you couldnât find it in yourself to care. Not when you finally got exactly what you wanted.
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