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donatellawritings · 8 months ago

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does bff!rafe ever yell at latina reader? like does he ever correct her/put her in her place like he would prolly be so hot

he’s kinda mean in this one sorry :(

it wasn’t an often occurrence for you to be put in your place by rafe, but it did happen at times. you were always so perky and bubbly that just couldn’t contain yourself, or you worked yourself out to the point of being a restless little brat. nevertheless, rafe wasn’t afraid to check you back into reality, if needed — plus, he was your bestest friend in this world, he couldn’t steer your wrong! and sure, to the public eye, his methods would seem to be a bit harsh, but you knew deep down that rafe was a man, and men had a duty to take care of the ones they love and keep them in a straight line, right?

today had been one of those days — you were sat next to rafe, all pretty and dolled up, your soft makeup enhanced but your fresh set of lash extensions and dior gloss that glazed your swollen lips, tiffany earrings glinting under the sun as you sat in your slinky cherry blossom skims dress, your feet adorned with miu miu mules. too bad, your doll-like cadence was quickly soured by the displeased frown that painted your face, your doe eyes squinted as you mindlessly chewed on your acrylic nail.

you got off on being the center of rafe’s attention, so having to take the backseat to some blonde kook who was schmooze some free coke out of him was a serious no-no.

crossing your arms, you subconsciously pushed your tits further against your chest, flipping your tousled and freshly layered hair over your shoulder, “fucking pendeja,” you mumbled, just loud enough for rafe to turn to you, his sunglasses covering the silencing glare that he sent your way.

“cut it out,” rafe warns, his voice low as he returns his attention back to the pathetic blonde, leaving you dumbfounded and a bit embarrassed.

letting out an unimpressed scoff, you raise from your seat, making your way over to barry who stood with a knowing smirk of his face, “what’s goin’ on, princesa — country club pissin’ y’off again?” he chuckles, taking a sip from the chilled bottle of beer that sat in his grip.

smoothing a manicure hand down your hip, you shrug, batting your full lashes, “i wanna go home, m’bored,” you announce, adjusting the strap of your cream mini prada bag that sat on your shoulder, “a mi no me importa que el dice — he’s mean,” you continue, earning a raised eyebrow from barry.

“if i took y’little ass home, that boy would freak out and m’not dealin’ with his crazy ass,” barry sighs, not missing the way you quickly whipped your head back to rafe, a low huff leaving your lips as he continued flashing his million dollar smile at the ditsy blonde, “yo, he’s just doin’ business, a’ight? don’t need to get all sad,” barry consoles, earning a forced smile from you.

with a small and uneasy nod, you turn your pretty little head to find rafe your rafe man spread with the blonde sat right on his lap, whispering little nothings into her ear as she snorts a line clean off of the coffee table. hot tears were quick to brim at your waterline as you stand with parted lips, your heart beating in your chest as you whip your head back to barry, who ran a stressed hand over his face.

your sad little head could barely process all of the emotions and thoughts that crashed over you. rafe was supposed to be your best friend — he wasn’t supposed to hurt you, he was supposed to be yours. he kissed you, he took you shopping, he danced with you, he read novels with you, he knew you better than you knew yourself … you were supposed to be his girl.

keeping your wet bambi eyes trained on your feet, you let out a quiet whimper, “barry, can you please take me home?” you asked politely, quickly knuckling your stream of tears as barry wordlessly nodded, nudging your forearm with the surface of his rough hand.

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sat on your fluffy powder pink duvet, thumb in mouth, you managed to chip the pearlescent polish that coated you structured nail, knees curled into your chest. your dress had been swapped for tiny pink shorts and a skimpy white camisole that clung to your frame. barry was so nice to you, even making sure that you were inside of your house, before he sped off.

you was sparkly eyes now blinked all swollen from your relentless tears, nose and cheeks flushed as the sound of heavy footsteps grew closer to your locked bedroom door, pulling your thumb out of your mouth, you sniffle as rafe’s voice calls out from the other side of your door, his hand fumbling with the secure knob, “c’mon kid, just open the door, yeah? i know y’mad at me,” he sighs, taking a brief pause from jiggling the door knob, before sending a light shove into the door, “i swear to god, i’ll fuckin’ break this door,” he calls out, sending a harder shove into the door.

your doe eyes widened with fear as you hopped off of your bed, rafe’s frustrated hits against the door growing harder as you pad over to unlock the door, barefoot and all.

wrapping your small hand around the knob, you coyly open the door, your short and meek frame met with an impatient rafe who towered over you with blown pupils, “fuck are y’doing, leavin’ with barry, huh?” he questions menacingly, his button-up now revealing his firm chest as he tongues the inside of his cheek, “y-y’say that slick shit while m’doin business, and then y’wanna fuckin’ leave?” he laughs, completely unamused as he cocks his head to the side.

remaining silent, you shrug, bottom lip poked out into a pout as you reach to softly close the door behind rafe, “i dunno,” you whimper, your voice cracked as rafe shoves your arm away from the door, before slamming it shut and locking it with a forceful hand.

“i let y’spoiled ass get away with a looot of shit, don’t i? y’get your little fuckin’ attitude — who’s the one that fixes it, huh?!” rafe asks rhetorically, jabbing his fingers into his chest as you squeeze your dolly eyes shut, stray tears rolling down your cheeks.

letting out an unfazed scoff, rafe shoots a hand out to latch onto your jaw, painfully mushing your cheeks together, “y’think i let people bitch me around, princess? look at me when m’talkin to you!” he shouts, your dewy eyes fluttering open as a choked-up cry leaves your pillowy lips.

gently pawing at rafe’s flexed wrist, your eyes soften, “y’scaring me, papi,” you squeak out, small shorts wedged between your ass cheeks as rafe’s eyes shoot down to the bff locket that sits between the valet of you supple breasts.

returning his eyesight to meet yours, rafe swiftly removes his hand from your sore jaw as he grabs ahold of your waist, spinning you to face your bed as he bends you over the edge of your bed. muffled cries leave your lips, the side of your face mushed against your duvet as rafe’s front pushes against the exposed curves of your ass.

“rafe— stop—”

“m’scarin you, yeah? y’wanna know what a guy like barry would do to your little ass?” rafe mutters, his strong hand maintaining its hold on the back of your head.

“rafe, stop! please!” you scream, pure terror in your voice as you hiccup against the sheets, loud sobs heaving out of you as rafe abruptly pulls away from you.

pained cries seep out of your mouth as you remained bent over, fat teardrops soaking your duvet as you mewl into the soft plush, you heart raced a million miles a minute, shaky hands reaching to cover your own mouth.

passing a hand through his buzzed hair, rafe lets out a shaky breath, the sound of your sharp and intense cries ringing through his ears as he shakes his head, he knew that he went entirely too far. you remained on your bent, your small frame shuddering with shock as your eyes squeezed shut, your wet lashes clumped together.

laying a hesitant hand to your sweaty lower back, rafe winces in shame as you flinch away from his touch with a scared little sob, “fuck — mama, please — m’sorry a’ight,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his ringed finger and thumb, your sharp cries becoming entirely too much for him to bear, “okay-okay, m’gonna sit you on my lap, okay?” he coos, his palm sliding down your back in soothing strokes.

tucking his bottom lip underneath his sharp teeth, rafe waits until your cries has somewhat subsided, before he gently pulls you into his sturdy arms. still skittish, you keep your eyes shut, burying your face to hide in the crook of his cologne-scented neck. low cries sniffle from your nose as rafe carefully maneuvers himself to lean against the headboard of your bed, while keeping you securely curled against him.

“there we go,” he mumbles under his breath, gently placing one of your legs to straddle over him, you back arched as your small hands fist into his shirt for dear life.

raising a hand to stroke over your hair, rafe presses his lips to the side of your head, lightly caressing you, until your breathing evened out, your eyes still closed.

adjusting the waistband of your pink shorts, rafe gently pats your poked out ass, his other hand now scratching at your scalp as he leans his lips closer to your ear, “can y’open your eyes for me — miss those pretty eyes,” rafe asks, his voice light and airy as your fists unravel from his shirt.

slowly raising your head from rafe’s chest, you let out a smooth huff, the tip of your nose shiny as your bloodshot eyes meet rafe’s. allowing his pink lips to expand into a satisfied smile, rafe nudges your chin, “hi pretty girl … didn’t mean to scare y’like tha—”

“i thought you were going to hurt me, papi. i-i don’t like when you get like that,” you rush out, licking over your dry lips, your fingers lazily fumbling with the hem of rafe’s shirt.

mindlessly drumming his hands against the sides of your hips, rafe nods in agreeance, “i know, sweetheart an—”

“and i left, because you w-were with that stupid girl and you let her sit on your lap … you only let me do that,” you cut in once more, tits stretching against the thin fabric of your cami as you take in a shaky inhale, still not secure enough to maintain an elongated eye contact with rafe.

bringing both hands to cradle your face, rafe raises your head, requiring your full attention, “gotta let me talk for this one, okay?” he reprimands softly, earning a short nod from you.

just as rafe parted his lips to continue, you sighed, “only i can sit on your lap, mi vida,” you whine.

accepting defeat, rafe nods, pulling you in by your bff necklace to get you in a warm kiss. a gasp of shock seeped into rafe’s mouth from yours as he pulls away with a loud and wet smack, “i know, kid.”

#asks #anon #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #obx imagine #rafe cameron smut #bff!rafe #rafe x reader

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dual1pa · 9 months ago

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"you're gonna make me fall in love with you"

steve harrington x reader using she/her pronouns

A/N: ahh the sweet smell of a best friends to lovers fic <3

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY PLEASE !! language, swimming in underwear (both reader & steve) kissing w/ tongue, boob grabbage, missionary position but no smut occurs

(doesn't follow plot of Stranger Things)

She placed her Converse-covered feet on the leather seat of her best friend, Steve Harrington's beat-up Chevy. He received the "piece of shit car," as he would say, from his parents as a graduation present years ago. It was originally his father's work truck, but he no longer needed it.

"At least you have a car, son," he told him.

All her attention was outside of the car as Steve drove them to their favorite spot at the lake. It seemed as if no one knew it existed since there was never a soul in sight, which was great for the two of them to get away from the hustle and bustle of their small town of Hawkins, Indiana.

The scenery of the drive there was something else - especially at sundown after a warm summer day when the sky was filled with yellow, orange, pink, and purple.

As her hair blew from the open window, she hummed along to Tiffany's 'I Think We're Alone Now' as Steve tapped his hands to the beat of the song on the steering wheel.

Steve pulled into a rocky area where he normally parks the car, went to grab a blanket out of the trunk, and led her to their favorite spot.

Normally, they didn't swim in the water, just lay on the fuzzy blanket, listened to the water and their favorite tunes from Steve’s portable radio, and stared up at the stars.

She and Seve have been friends since middle school, yes, even though his King Steve era where he thought he was better than everyone.

The two of them rarely had fights, and when they did, they quickly made up and went out to get ice cream or head to their favorite spot on the lake.

They found their spot on accident after participating in an extra credit assignment for Ms. Taylor's science class - since the both of them were failing at the time.

Now, a year later, they considered the spot theirs.

Just like usual, empty.

Steve tried his best to lay the teal blanket down flat, but the grass made it difficult.

She laid down first, then Steve. He watched her figure out her next thought as she stared up into the cloudless sky.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, resting his body on his arm.

She turned her head to lock eyes with him and smiled, "I kinda wanna go swimming."

"I didn't bring a swimsuit," Steve sighed.

She chuckled, "Neither did I," quickly getting up and stripping off her T-shirt and jean shorts, leaving her in a bra and underwear.

Steve had seen her change a dozen times and she could care less as she had no shame about her body.

Without waiting for her friend, she ran into the cold but refreshing water. She dove under the small waves and resurfaced to find steve shoving his pants off, leaving him in plaid boxers.

Once he caught up to her, they enjoyed the water for a while longer then went to air dry on the blanket.

Steve reached for the radio to find a station playing a song they both liked. as if it was fate, one of their favorites played softly through the speaker.

He got up and started dancing and singing the lyrics, urging her to come join him on the imaginary dance floor.

She grabbed his hand to help her off the cozy blanket, grabbed her waist and started swaying back and forth. If she was honest with herself, she could picture a life with Steve.

She could imagine traveling with Steve, purchasing a home with him in the suburbs.

She pictured buying a cute little 3 bedroom home in the Indiana suburbs - definitely away from Hawkins. She pictured the bright green grass and being surrounded by nice neighbors and even getting a pet.

She pictured starting a family with him, though, she would never tell him that, unless the time was right.

Back in the moment, she couldn’t stop laughing at Steve’s horrible singing.

“stop it,” she leaned her head back and let out a loud laugh

“stop what? singing?” he didn’t listen and kept singing along.

“you’re gonna make me fall in love with you if you keep singing like that,” she smiled.

Steve blushed, “we’re literally slow dancing in our underwear, i hope you know that i’m already in love with you.”

That’s all she ever wanted to hear from her best friend, “i’m in love with you.”

He wasted no time to press his lips to hers. they were just how she imagined he would taste: a mix of mint toothpaste and the coffee he drinks daily.

she reached her hands up to comb through his damp brunette hair and moaned into his mouth, urging him to shove his tongue in her mouth.

he gripped her waist, then her butt, then her thighs to feel every inch of her, what he wanted to do for years.

the two laid back down on the blanket and continued their assault on each other. he fit right between her legs, but knew that she didn’t want their first time to be on the muddy ground.

to take a breath from their make out session, he rested his forehead on hers and smiled.

“can i call you mine? all mine?” he asked, placing a piece of hair behind her ear.

“that’s all i’ve wanted, steve harrington.”

he reached up to grab at her breast but she stopped before she got too turned on.

“as much as i want to, take me back to your place and take me in your bed?” she said, kissing his neck and down to his chest.

she’s never seen him pack up so quickly.

#stranger things #my writings #my writing #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #friends to lovers #steve harrington smut #joe keery

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raya-hunter01 · 3 months ago

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Ride

Jimmy Uso xOC(Kia) One-Shot

What happens when Jimmy pushes his girlfriend Kia too far and she has to remind him just who the hell she is.

Ok! We missing you Jimmy! Come on back home now,sir!

Jey's House

Pensacola, FL

“That shit is embarrassing Jimmy, and I’m tired of it.”

“I ain’t did shit, I been chillin’ all night, Kia.”

“I seen the way that bitch been looking at you all night and I don’t like the way you were lookin’ at her either Jimmy.” The argument in Jey’s driveway getting more heated by the second with his nonchalant attitude.

“Look, I ain’t wit her no more, I’m wit you, and can’t nobody fuck dat up but you,” Jimmy said as I restrained myself from punching his cocky ass.

“Really, you smug son of bitch… Can’t nobody fuck it up but me? You know what? You got me fucked up; I don’t need you!”

“Look you know I ain’t mean it, I’m a lil drunk,” Jimmy said trying to reach for my hand.

“The exact reason we need to leave. I ain’t trying to act a fool in front of ya’ll coworkers but I will. I will set this motherfucka off and apologize to Jey tomorrow, keep playin’ with me.” I hissed moving so he couldn’t touch me.

“Kia, I ain’t playin’ baby, let’s just go back to the party. We can talk about this when we get home, even better we can just crash here,” Jimmy said as I nodded.

“Sure bae, go enjoy yourself, I’ll just follow your lead.” The joy and relief in his face made me roll my eyes. He has no idea of the lesson I’m about to teach his ass.

Walking quietly back inside, the party was in full swing. Jimmy went straight over to Jey, Sefa and Joe while I went in search of Jey’s wife Tiffany.

Jimmy’s POV

“Twin, everything straight?” Jey asked as I nodded. “Yea, just Kia pissed bout Jessica being here.”

“Well, I didn’t invite her, she came as Cassie’s plus one.”

“You think I believe you?”

“I really don’t give a fuck if you don’t, and this ain’t about me. This is about you not knowing when you got a real one rockin’ wit yo’ dumb ass. So fix yo’ face, before I kick it in,” Jey said casually fixing himself a drink.

“Hell, she got a real one too, fuck you mean?” I scoffed, getting irritated with everybody trying to control me.

“You ain’t actin’ like one, hell my ex would neva. I let it be known, I’m married and you ain’t fuckin’ up my happy home.”

“Even if Jey did invite her, the problem is you didn’t send her ass on her way when she came over here flirtin’ wit you,” Sefa said as I threw my hands up in the air in frustration.

“Damn, everything my fault. I ain’t did nothing, and I didn’t respond to the shit she was sellin’.” I refused to see the problem in speaking to people.

“Not telling her you wit somebody and to get the fuck on makes it yo’ fault,” Jey said as Jessica was once again coming towards us.

“If you don’t tell dat girl to get the hell on, Kia need to break up wit yo’ ass.” Sefa’s words pissing me off.

“Damn, I can’t talk to people, it ain’t like I’m trying to fuck!”

“Hey Jimmy, I hope Kia didn’t get mad, I wasn’t trying to cause any problems. I mean we still can be friends,” she said as I smiled at her.

“You dumb as fuck,” Jey whispered as I frowned at his him. I felt like everybody was trippin’ for no reason.

“Aye, you wanna dance?” I asked as Jessica smiled.” I thought you’d never ask.”

“You a dumbass,” Sefa said shaking his head. “Yea, Kia gon’ hurt yo’ ass and I’mma let her,” Jey adding his two cents in only made me ignore them. “Let’s get it girl.”

“You gon' get it alright, a straight cap in your ass. Keep playin’ with dat girl.”

“Shut up, Jey, I’m grown.”

Kia’s POV

Oh, so he just gon’ ignore what I said, and think it’s ok. Drunk ass trying to piss me off. Jimmy’s eyes focused on me as Jessica danced up on him.

“I’mma need you to breath Kia, I know how you get.” Tiffany said as I smiled at her.

“That girl ain’t no competition, he’s pissed and trying to piss me off thinking I’m trying to control him. He used to the women he dated letting him do what he wants but that’s not me. I will be by myself first; I don’t care how good the dick is.” Tiffany looked at them on the dance floor shaking her head in disgust.

“So, what you gonna do? You know we don’t fight over no men; we are too classy for that? Now beating his ass… Justified.”

“Nah, I’m cool, I’m just going to enjoy my night,” I said smoothing down my dress, pointing to our fellow coworker and ex-Carmelo Hayes who winked at me.

“Kia, you know Jimmy gon’ flip his shit if he sees you talking to that man,” she said with wide eyes.

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander,” I said waving back at Carmelo. “Bitch, I love you!” she screamed nudging me as Carmelo made his way towards us. “Shh, here he comes.”

Now Carmelo and I dated for a brief time when I was in NXT, but we broke up when I got called up to the main roster. The distance was too much, and we both agreed it was best to go our separate ways.

“Hey beautiful, it’s been a minute,” Carmelo said giving me a hug. “I know, and I’m sorry handsome.”

Our embrace, intimate and familiar as his hands caressed my lower back. “Damn, you lookin’ good, Ma and smellin’ good. Gon’ give me a lil spin for old time’s sake,” he whispered in my ear before pulling away and licking his lips.

I swear I almost dropped to my knees right then and there and with an inaudible moan, I granted his request. I was playing with fire, but Jimmy had better shape up because sometimes old habits die hard, especially when they look like Melo.

“Ouuu, somebody mad.” Tiffany teased as I chuckled. “What’s up wit yo’ boy?” Carmelo asked pointing at Jimmy. His smile long gone, he was pissed and trying to figure out why Carmelo was talking to me.

I knew that look all too well, and Jessica was just standing there looking lost as always, trying to be relevant.

“Ignore him, I’mma teach his ass a lesson.”

“I just can’t believe he approached me at smackdown but keeps fumbling you, typical Jimmy,” Carmelo said as I looked at him strangely.

“What are you talking about?” Tiffany asked intrigued.

“When I got drafted to smackdown he paid me a visit,” he said casually as my eyes widened. “What!..... Why?!”

“He told me to stay away from you because you were his lady. I can’t tell though, cause’ he playin’ games with you. Ain’t no way I got you on my arm and I’m entertaining another woman.”

“Carmelo, he’s drunk and trying to piss me off.” I said as Carmelo scoffed. “Still ain’t no excuse.”

“Ya’ll wanna go somewhere quiet and catch up before the warden comes?” Tiffany asked, pointing at Jimmy who had left the dance floor and was now talking to Jey.

Jey was laughing at the uncomfortable look on Jimmy’s face as he pointed in our direction, talking to his brothers and straight seething.

The shake of Sefa’s head and the smirk that followed, made me chuckle. I bet Jimmy was over there talking pure nonsense and losing his shit in no particular order.

I knew him, and what wouldn’t I give to be a fly on the wall over there right now. “Nah, we straight right here, I want him to see his future if he keeps playin’ with Kia. All bets are off, and I’m comin’ for what was mine in the first place,” he said as I gulped.

He always was very vocal about his wants, and I loved that about him. I also loved how he didn’t play about me, even now. “Now Melo-”

“What I’m being honest, you know I’ve always loved you, Kia.” Suddenly a familiar hand caressed my lower back before I could respond.

“Hey, how you doin’ Melo?” Jimmy asked pulling me close as Tiffany cleared her throat.

“Oh, I’m good, just lettin’ Kia know how special she is. You should try it sometime instead of entertaining your ex.” I felt Jimmy tense next to me at his words.

“Ah shit,” I heard Jey whisper, stepping beside Tiffany and putting his arm around her. His ass was just trying to be nosey; I don’t know who he thought he was fooling.

“Kia knows she special, I tell and show her every day. So, you can move along and find somebody else woman to aggravate,” Jimmy seethed as I pushed him away.

“I can’t tell, you’ve spent the night playin’ these childish games and up on that ditzy bitch.”

“See, I told yo’ stupid ass.” Jey muttered. “Jey, now ain’t the time a’ight.” The frustration and shock very apparent on his face.

“Carmelo, can you take me home? Maybe can watch a movie and catch up.” Hearing the low rumble and kiss of his teeth, I knew Jimmy was mere seconds from exploding.

Phase one and two complete, throw him off his game and establish you don’t need his ass. You choose to deal with him and having you in his world is a privilege. At any moment he can be replaced.

“He ain’t takin’ you nowhere, what the fuck you doin’, Kia?”

“Getting outta your way for you to do you, and I’m about to go do me.” I said continuing to look at Carmelo as he caught on quickly winking at me.

He knew once I went to get my things, I wouldn’t be returning but he was going to get one last shot in at Jimmy.

“I would love to take you home and see what the night holds for two old friends,” he said giving me a wink. I love a good team player that knows how to read the room and play his role perfectly.

“Good, let me get my coat and purse.” The pure shock on Jimmy’s face as I ignored him heading upstairs almost made me laugh.

“Aye, we ain’t done talking Kia, and you ain’t going nowhere with him,” Jimmy said slightly raise his voice following behind me.

“I’ll be waiting, Kia.”

“She won’t be comin’ back down tonight. She’s goin’ to bed, so you can take yo’ ass on.”

“I thought I made it clear; Carmelo is taking me home.”

“The fuck he is!” Jimmy shouted catching the door before it slammed in his face. “Aye, you ain’t going nowhere wit him, if anything we stayin’ here tonight cause we both been drinking,” Jimmy said locking the door behind him as I rolled my eyes, grabbing my purse and coat.

“Boy, you’ve done enough for tonight, don’t start acting sober now, move!” I yelled, pushing at his chest as he refused to move.

“Stop playin’ wit me Kia, you ain’t goin’ wit him,” Jimmy said going to put his drink down on the dresser.

Quickly I pulled the condom out my purse, hiding it in my hand.

Thank you, Vivica fox, I silently praised in my mind. I was ready to see him lose his shit cause’ he gon’ learn to stop playin’ wit me.

“Look, I’m leaving ok. Carmelo is just going to take me home and you can stay here and sleep it off. Just come by my house when you sober up,” I said once again trying to go around Jimmy, but he backed me up against the wall.

His breath hot on my neck as I tossed the condom on the floor, making it seem as if fell out of my purse. His wide eyes as he saw the condom falling was thing of beauty.

“What the fuck?” Jimmy uttered looking down at it for a few seconds before looking back at me in disbelief and anger.

Yea….He’s pissed…Sighing dramatically, I attempted to reach down and pick it up, but Jimmy firmly grabbed me by the arm, holding me in place.

“Let go of my arm, Jon.”

“Nah, don’t Jon me right now, stay yo’ ass right there.”

Pushing him away, I leaned against the wall crossing my arms. His powerful primal gaze slowly igniting my fire as he stared into my soul….

Yep…..He gone, gone now.

“What the FUCK you got a condom for Kia?!” he asked reaching down to pick it up as I smirked quietly to myself…. Got ya.

“You hear me talkin’ to you Kia?” His heated gaze bouncing between me and the condom still on the floor. I chose not to answer knowing it was pissing him off more.

“Woman, don’t make me ask yo’ ass again. What the fuck you got a condom for?!”

Woman?......Woman?.... Oouu, he big mad now, and I wanted him to be.

Quickly, I slipped back into my role of the tired, frustrated girlfriend as Jimmy angrily stood up and held the condom in front of my face.

“Give it back, Jimmy!” I snapped, reaching for it as he moved his hand.

The prominent scowl on his face turning me on. Damn, this was going to be intense as fuck, and I couldn’t wait. “Answer me Kia, why you got a condom, and we don’t use them?”

“Nothing, I just always carried one in my purse. It’s no big deal,” I said shrugging my shoulders as Jimmy growled, grasping my chin.

Phase three initiated cloud his mind with jealousy, then make him beg for it.

“So, you plannin’ on fuckin’ him, huh?” He asked, the raw passion building between us. Rolling my eyes, I snatched the condom back and put it in my purse.

“Everyone ain’t like you, flirting with their ex, Jimmy. Hell, I thought you had plans to take her home tonight instead of me since she was bouncing her flat ass on your dick all over the dance floor .”

“Stop playin’ with me Kia and answer the question. You plannin’ to lay down for him ain’t you?”

“Lay down for him?....Lay?......Now Jimmy, we both know that I do my best work on top,” I teased. The growl that escaped his lips making my pussy wet, I could almost feel him deep inside me now.

“I’mma kill this mothafucka.”

FINISH…. HIM

“Read my lips, Jimmy! The condom just fell outta my purse, it don’t mean I’mma use it, damn!” I said with an attitude, pissing him off even more.

“Nah, I ain’t stupid, you tryin’ to give him some pussy….My fuckin’ pussy at dat,” Jimmy said raising his voice as I fought to control my breathing.

His Pussy?

Ok, I couldn’t lie, I was loving this new possessive side to him. My pussy was a straight quivering mess, but I had to teach him a lesson.

“Ain’t nobody trying to do nothing, but if I was, it would be my business. It’s my damn body, not yours.”

“Your business?... Your body?... Is you crazy, Kia?”

“I said what I said, and I meant it. I can do what I want to do with my body.” Damn, that infamous Uso scowl now on full display.

“Oh, it’s your body now, huh?”

“Yea, it’s my body Jonathon.” I felt his body twitch against mine as his real name fell from my lips. He was so turned on and pissed off, he didn’t know if he was coming or going.

“Well, just this morning you told me every inch of you was mine. Couldn’t stop screaming that shit, tellin’ me how dat pussy belonged to me and only me,” he gloated, licking his lips and caressing my hips.

“Oh, well that was my complementary customer service voice, don’t’ read too much into it.”

“What the fuck dat mean?”

“You put in some good work this morning, and I wanted to boost you up a little. But at the end of the day, no matter how good you lay pipe I ain’t gon’ be disrespected how you did tonight.”

“Kia-”

“Nah, I done caught your act all night, and I ain’t in the business of keepin’ a man that wants to entertain other bitches and don’t want to be held down by a real one woman.”

“Kai, you know this type of stuff new to me.”

“Yea, cause’ your used to having your way because of who you are, but not with me.” I finished as he sighed. “Matter of fact you ain’t gotta be with me if that’s the type shit you wanna to do.”

“I ain’t never said I didn’t want to be wit you. I love yo’ ass….. You know I’m yours, stop trippin’,” Jimmy frowned.

“No, you stop trippin’, I told you from the beginning that I ain’t like them bitches you had in the past. I don’t share Jimmy, now move so Carmelo can take me home,” I said as Jimmy frowned.

“You still on dat shit? I done told you, he ain’t takin you no fuckin’ where. Don’t make me go downstairs and beat his ass, stop playin’ wit me forreal.”

“Jimmy-”

“He gon’ be waiting till twin throw his ass out cause’ it ain’t happening. You ain’t leavin’ with him, Kia.” Jimmy said trying to put his foot down, taking off his shirt.

Oh, so his plan of attack is to dick me down to shut me up. No sir, Ryder is about to take control of this rodeo.

“I ain’t gotta do shit, and with the way you acted tonight, I don’t love you,” I said knowing it was a lie, and was only adding fuel to the fire.

“Oh, so you don’t love me, and you ain’t mine no more?” Jimmy asked, almost daring me to repeat what I had just said.

“I didn’t stutter Jimmy, now just go back downstairs and keep playin’ with Jessica.” The space between us nonexistent now as Jimmy pressed his body firmly against mine. I was fighting for dear life to not purr feeling his hard dick against me.

“You just have to have the last fuckin’ word.”

“And do, now move, I got somewhere to be.”

“Kia, we ain’t leave this gotdam room until we get this shit straight. So, I’mma ask you again. You ain’t mine?” he asked again in disbelief, his voice husky and smooth, clouding my judgement, but I remained strong.

He knew I was full of shit, but I wasn’t about to abandon this mission. “No….I’m not yours.”

“Then tell me something if you ain’t mine, Kia?”

“What Jimmy?” I asked his sexy inviting smirk making me weaker by the second. I knew this game between us was about to go into sudden death overtime when he opened his mouth, and licked his middle and forefinger.

The simple, yet sexy display held me captive, as I anticipated his next move, and he knew it.

Come, on Kia snap out of it….

The sensual eye fucking we were engaging in grew more intense by the second. Nudging my legs apart, he finally slipped his hand under my dress as I gasped, a sly smile adorning his face. I could only look away as he chuckled, then groaned at the realization that I didn’t have any panties on.

“Look at me Kia, and tell me you ain’t mine,” he demanded, caressing my bare already wet pussy with his fingers.

“Not yours,” I gasped, his lips grazing the column of my neck.

“That shit turn you on when I say it don’t it? When I tell you that you mine and this my pussy,” he whispered, my heart racing as he licked his lips.. Damn I couldn’t speak.

“Yea, dat shit get you wet as fuck don’t it, Ma?” His deep raspy voice asked as I trembled against him in anticipation but tried to play it off.

“W-What you talkin’ bout Jimmy?” The tremble in my voice exciting him. He knew he had me, but not for long.

“It’s ok, I got you, we both know this pussy all mine. I ain’t even really touched you yet, and you fuckin’ soakin’ wet,” Jimmy groaned, teasingly rubbing his fingers against my clit.

A husky moan fell from my lips as I bit my lower lip trying to restrain myself. “Then you been walkin’ round all night in wit no panties on? You know what dat shit do to me, Ma.”

I could only moan as the same two fingers were now curling up against my g-spot. Slowly I began riding his fingers as Jimmy continued talking his shit.

“Answer me? If this ain’t my pussy, why she already creamin’ and ready to handle all this curve.”

Though he was right, he was no pun intended too cocky and needed to be taken down a peg or two.

Phase four is now in progress… Time to make his ass remember just who the fuck you are.

“Prove it,” I whispered, Jimmy’s eyes darkened, my gentle giant long gone as he removed his fingers, anxiously gripping me by my thighs as I wrapping them around his waist.

“Nah, you prove me wrong,” Jimmy challenge, lowering his sweatpants and entering me swiftly as we both groaned in pleasure.

“You ain’t said nothin’ but a word,” I moaned capturing his lips in a passionate deep kiss, slowly grinding. A primal growl escaping Jimmy’s lips as he submitted to his fate. He loved it when I took control.

“Put your arms on the wall and leave them there.” Not needing to be told twice, Jimmy did as instructed. Clasping my hands behind his neck, we continued to get lost in each other as our bodies moved in sync but make no mistake I was in control, and I was about to let his ass know it.

“Fuck, Kia,” Jimmy moaned against my lips, buckin’ his hips. “Nah, don’t move, this my show,” I gasped, licking his ear, beginning to bounce on his dick harder. He was fighting an internal battle within himself to let me have control or lose all control.

“Shit, don’t stop..Yea….Ride dat dick.”

“You’ve been so bad tonight Daddy, I outta stop,” I teased licking and nibbling on his neck, his arms shaking against the wall as I worked him into a frenzy. My pussy welcoming him deeper with each methodical bounce, and swirl of my hips. Our moans of pleasure filling Jey’s guestroom.

“Shit, listen to my pussy, fuck,” Jimmy groaned as we shared a searing kiss, our tongues engaging in a passionate dance as I bounced faster, and harder.

The squelching sounds of my pussy giving new meaning to the words WAP as my essence coated Jimmy’s dick, and our thighs as our bodies met in a dance for control.

“Hell yea… Just…. Like….. That….. Fuck, you so tight, I’m tryin’ not to nut. Shit, you feel so good,” he moaned becoming weaker as I pulsed around him.

“Mmhm, I know and what you need to tell me, Daddy?” I moaned, kissing and nibbling on his lips knowing the lethal combo drove him nuts.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Ma. Shit, just don’t stop.”

Go in for the kill Kia!

Moving my kisses to his neck, I moaned in victory hearing Jimmy’s groans of pleasure as I began sucking and nibbling on his neck. “This what you wanted?” I groaned swirling my hips meeting his thrusts as he growled.

“Mmhm, fuck yea, do dat shit. Can’t nobody do it like you, girl.” he praised as I smirked against his neck, his knees almost buckling from pleasure.

“So why you playin’ wit me then?” I moaned, chasing my nut and ridin’ him like Ciara told us in her song. This room is my circus, and I run this shit.

“Uh, sh...Shit!” Jimmy groaned as I rode him to the brink but refused to give him release. “Mmhm, what do you need to say? I’m waitin’,” I taunted slowing down as he growled knowing he was losing the battle. His resolve slipping with each strategic bounce of my hips.

“Kia, shit, I’m sorry, you know it’s just you. Fuck you feel so good, listen to my pussy.”

“Yea, she drownin’ dat dick real good ain’t she?”

“Hell yea and I love it.”

“She don’t share though; can you handle that? Are you sure it just me you want because I’m selfish, Jimmy?” I teased slowing down once again as he hissed.

“Mmm, come on you know you my girl…..My only girl, Kia.” He moaned as I gasped feeling him getting harder. “I don’t know, you been actin’ funny,” I gasped feeling my orgasm building even more.

“Bae, I’ll straighten up, just let Ryder come out n play. I’ll be good from now on baby, fuck, I need her so bad,” he pleaded as I moaned at his words. “You want Ryder to come out n play baby?”

“Yes, I need her.” Not needing to be told twice I adjusted myself bracing one hand on the wall and the other arm around his neck.

Our desperation to get closer to each other clouding our judgement as with ease I used the wall as leverage, riding him. “Shit, there’s Ryder.”

“Uh huh, she’s here, Daddy….. Now keep your hands on the wall and bend your knees a little.”

“Oh shit!” Jimmy groaned at the new and deeper position, watching me with low hooded eyes.

“You gon’ stop playin’ wit me?”

“Yes, I ain’t gon’ disrespect you again,” he declared as I leaned down capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. “Shit, you better not,” I groaned relishing in the feeling of us being one.

“Fuck, Ryder….Get yo’ dick….Yea, ride dat shit.” The low growl in his throat as he met my thrusts, was turning me on even more. I felt like I was on fire from the inside out and I was about to explode.

“I feel it, Ma, give it to Daddy. I’m bout to nut too,” Jimmy moaned almost reading my mind.

“Fuck! You feel so good, but I swear If you ever do some shit like what you did tonight again, I’m done.” I gasped wrapping my other arm back around his neck, bouncing with wild abandon up and down on his dick.

“I got you, oh fuccck. I g-got you,” he declared as I felt his thighs tighten even more. “You betta have me,” I groaned, nipping at his lower lip before his lips devoured mine. Taking my breath away.

I knew I had to be sure he understood as it took everything within me to stop kissing him. “Mmm, tell me what you gon’ do Jon?” .

“Shit, I ain’t gon’ do nothin’ wrong no mo. I ain’t losing you, I’mma make it right, I promise bae,” he groaned as I smirked in victory claiming his lips once again. His body trembling against mine as our tongues battled for control. “Mmm, you win Ma,” he moaned finally surrendering all to me as I smiled against his lips.

“Yea, that’s what I thought,” I gloated, his desperate moans music to my ears as with each bounce I pulsed around his dick rendering him helpless and trying to fight what was about to come.

“Shit! Wait not yet Kia,” he pleaded as I chuckled ignoring him. He was trying so hard to not cum but I knew it was game over for him and myself.

“Nah, you wanted Ryder, now you got her. Now get this nut.”

“Fuck, gon' do dat shit then, I’m yours,” he moaned as I purred. “I’m yours too, but can’t nobody fuck dat up but you,” I moaned throwing his words back in his face.

“I ain’t baby, I promise, fuck you finna nut,” he groaned.

“Yeaa, you feel it don’t you..I’m bout to nut real good on my dick...It is mine right?"

“Fuck, you know it's yours. Come on Kia, fuck, I need you so bad," Jimmy pleaded as his breath hitched, as sweat gathered at his brow.

“Mmhm, and when I squirt on it, you betta nut in yo’ pussy like you ain’t neva nutted before,” I demanded arching against him, relishing in him being so deep inside me as I came throwing him into his own mind-blowing end.

“Yeess, fuck….Damn, you drive me crazy, but I love yo’ ass,” Jimmy gasped, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close as we came down off of our mind blowing high.

I started to say something smart because he moved his hands off the wall without permission, but it felt so good to be wrapped up in his powerful arms, that I just decided to be truthful.

“I love you too, very much but stop taking me for granted.”

“I got you, Ma…It ain’t gon’ happen again.”

“It better not, or Ryder gon’ have to find another man who appreciates her.”

“The hell you say…We locked in Ma, I done told you that. I swear from now on, I’mma be blockin’ them birds like the matrix. I ain’t fuckin’ up what we got for noboby. I ain’t finna lose you, I love you, Kia.”

“I love you too and I’m glad you finally see things my way, Jonathon.”

“I do and, in a minute, you bout to see shit my way too. Fuck, I can’t wait to tie yo’ ass to this bed and have my way wit you.”

“Oouu, promise,” I chuckled as he growled carrying me to the bed.

“Yea, I promise, but first I need a nap. You know what Ryder does to me,” he whispered as I settled in his arms chuckling in victory.

“Yea, I know baby, but you love her anyway.”

“Damn fuckin’ right I do but I love Kia Johnson even more,” he whispered against my lips as I sighed in contentment.

“And I love you, Jonathon Fatu.”

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Tiffany Young I Just Wanna Dance, 160512

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devil by the window

noah sebastian x reader

content warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, dub con, and noah as an incubus

word count: 2.1k

MINORS DNI 18+

maybe you should’ve said no to the party but one couldn’t hurt, right?

of course it did because that’s how the universe works!

much less how you let your friend tiffany convince you into doing the most basic costumes ever, matching angels. the little white dress with wings felt shorter than it looked which made you worry that if you bent over for any reason your underwear would be exposed but tiffany said it was just easy access if you two got lucky. you could feel the little halo above your head move with every step you took as you slightly swayed to the loud music.

the overwhelming heat of bodies being so close together made it feel like you were about to overheat, along with the smell of weed, cigarettes, vapes, and alcohol didn’t help so you pushed through the crowd to get to the kitchen. searching for a bottle of water didn’t take long, quickly opening it and downing it to cool off & clear the alcohol clouding your brain.

“hey, you okay?” the sound of tiffany’s voice surprised you but it made you happy.

“yeah, it just got a little too hot out there.” informing her as you sat the water bottle down.

“i shouldn’t ask this but wanna take some more shots?” you couldn’t help but laugh, knowing you should say no since you’re already tipsy but a little more wouldn’t hurt.

you danced with tiffany, both with unsteady feet but you could feel your worries & the tension in your body melting away due to the loud music. it felt amazing until some asshole came storming through the crowd which caused you to stumble backwards and almost fall on your ass but someone caught you.

“are you fuckin kidding me?!” you yelled but the asshole that pushed you was long gone.

“you alright?” a voice asked you.

You turned to see it was the man that caught you, he had the cutest brown puppy dog eyes and the most perfect sharp nose you’d ever laid eyes on. his hair was dark brown and cut short but it was still messy and sweaty. he was wearing a long sleeve turtleneck though you could see half of his tattooed neck, black dress pants along with a leather belt and black leather chelsea boots. to top off the whole look, he had one black motorcycle glove on. You couldn’t ignore the little chuckle he let out as he knew you were checking him out.

“oh, uh sorry. yeah, i’m alright. thank you for catching me.” you tell him as he helped you back on your feet. he was taller than you expected.

“no problem, i thought i’d catch you instead of letting you become a fallen angel.” he told you and you couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesy joke.

“i’m sorry, i had to.” he chuckled, “what’s your name though? i’m noah.”

“i’m-” “HEY Y/N!” of course tiffany decided to find you right at this moment, “i thought i lost you!”

“no, noah caught me.” you inform her while jestering over to him.

“oh, well we were just dancing if you wanna join us?” she asked him, he shook his head at the question.

“i’m good, i was actually hoping to get to know y/n more.” his answer surprised you, you didn’t think you genuinely had a chance with him.

“of course, just text me whenever you get the chance then.” she told you and you nodded at her then she disappeared into the crowd of people.

“wanna get out of here?” his confidence made you like him even more.

“absolutely.”

“are you sure you’re not kidnapping me?” he let out a loud laugh but it didn’t help the anxiety in your body, it all felt like a red flag but your brain was telling you that everything was fine and you trusted him.

“yeah, i probably should’ve warned you that i live on the other side of town.” he says, “if you want, take a nap and i’ll wake you when we get there.”

you nodded then felt yourself dozing off, his scent comforted you for some reason even though you didn’t know him. you just felt so drawn to him in a way that you couldn’t describe.

what a fuckin angel, i want to make you mine.

you jolt awake, the sound of the low voice made you feel like you were going crazy. you looked around to see that you two were parked and noah just turned the car off.

“did you hear that?” you question him.

“uh, no. we literally just parked so no one is out here.” he informed you,”how much have you had to drink?”

“honestly, way too much but i think the small nap sobered me up a bit.” you tell him.

“c’mon, i’ll make you some food to help.” he tells you as he gets out of the car.

noah watched as your body began to go limp after you ate. he didn’t expect to affect you even after almost fuckin up in the car but it amused him. he was trying so hard not to jump on your immediately but he wanted to wait until you were fully passed out so he could go into your mind easier. he rest his hand on your head staring at your face because he couldn’t deny that you’re absolutely gorgeous and it wasn’t helping because he could feel the tent in pants growing. noah’s body was heating up, he needed to hurry and do this before something bad happened.

it feels like feathers are traveling up your thighs and going between your legs. it makes you squirm at the feeling when you can feel a hand start touching your bare stomach and the fullness of your breasts. the sensation of pleasure is taking over when the hands of whoever are mainly focusing on the parts that are the most sensitive and just making the pleasure build up causing you to start feeling the wetness pool in your underwear. you can’t process all these sensations, getting overwhelmed with pleasure and feeling so close to cumming but before you could, you woke up.

a thin sheen of sweat was covering your body when you woke, you looked to see that the only source of light was the tv playing some random show and noah was fast asleep behind you. of course a dream like that had to happen when i’m with a guy and the light snores from him made you giggle quietly.

noah adjusted in his sleep which caused him to grind against you and you felt the hardness in his pants, feeling it throb made you blush and you couldn’t help but want more. wrapping his arm around you tighter, his head resting on your shoulder and he began to slightly roll his hips into your ass. your whole body froze, you were flustered but couldn’t but want more with the tension rising in your body.

“so, i’m assuming you’re enjoying this?” you heard the voice from your head, feeling a sharpness dig into your hip and fear took over your body.

“noah, is that voice yours?” you felt like you were genuinely going insane for asking that.

“yes sweetheart, it is. i didn’t tell you earlier cause it was too much of a risk.” he informs you then noah sits up and climbs on top of you. you could feel his claws as his hands were wrapped around your wrists, the black horns grew out of his head, black wings came out of his back and a long black tail which just frightened you even more but you couldn’t help the tingly feeling between your legs get stronger.

“what is happening to me?” you ask him.

“you’re in the presence of an incubus so your body is reacting to me.” he tells you as he bends down to start kissing your neck. you inhale sharply at the feeling, one hand releases your wrist and travels down under your dress, ripping it in two and leaving you exposed with your bra and underwear.

“from the moment i saw you in this angel costume, i knew you’d be perfect for me.” the sound of his voice sent chills through your body, he leaned back to cut the middle of your bra and he took the time to admire your bare torso. the chill air made your nipples harder, causing you suck in a sharp breath feeling like an aphrodisiac has entered you and more heat surged through your body.

his scent was intoxicating, you could feel your blood boiling and a pleasurable feeling getting sucked into your head to the point it almost hurts. your pupils dilating while a whiny moan escapes your lips with a bit of drool sliding out the side and the wetness getting to be too much.

“please noah…” you whimper at him and he pulls back a bit to stare at you with surprise.

“you’re not scared?” he asked.

“i am but fuck, i want and need you so badly.” noah could feel his dick throb at your honesty and it took everything in him to not devour you right then and there. you sat up then grabbed at his shirt and began to tug it off of him, the sight of pale skin decorated in ink. you couldn’t help but trail your fingers from the neck tattoo down to the lanturn right above his pants.

“you’re so fuckin beautiful, noah.” he didn’t answer you as he pulled your underwear down.

noah slithered down your body as his hands separated your thighs and laid between them. his head bends down as his tongue along your folds and sucking your bud while you moan and grips the sheets. he pushed his tongue into you which caused your thighs to clamp around his head tightly and he let out a groan, you couldn’t help but push his head down more as your eyes rolled back. after a few more minutes, you could feel yourself getting close to the edge as you grind into his face and before you know it, pleasure rolls through your body and the loud moans leaving your mouth have him pulling away and sitting up.

your body wants one thing which is him, all you can think is noah noah noah. your legs falling open as he begins to unzip his pants, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise with how big he is. shuddering as he runs his dick up & down your folds, spreading precum and the urge becomes unbearable to have him inside of you.

“how badly do you want me?” the low and husky sound of his voice didn’t help you.

“so fuckin bad, please fuck me.” you sob. “please, i just want you. i want you so fuckin bad that it hurts.”

“such a good girl for me.” he chuckles as push his hips forward.

you felt the tip of dick pushing into you, immediately feeling something different about it and it felt way better than normal. the stretch was immense with the fact that his tip was more pointy and more bumps and ridges along with the veins. hearing him moan as he bottomed out made you light headed because he sounded so beautiful.

once he begins thrusting, loud moans leave your mouth from the pleasure. fucking you harshly with hard fast deep strokes which made you claw at his back, barely missing his wings and that caused him to growl with pleasure. he pulled your legs over his shoulders which made you let out a cry, feeling him go even deeper and hitting your cervix.

“noah, i’m-” you couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt like your vision was going white and mind going blank.

“awww, what’s wrong my poor baby.” he mocks you while looking at your face, drool running out of your mouth, tears leaving your eyes and dampening the pillow beneath you yet he was perfectly fine though he was so close to breaking.

“gonna fill you up, are you sure you want it?” he asks.

“yes, please cum in me!” you beg him.

“ah, fuck. cum for me angel.” was all you heard as you came.

noah pulled you close to him as he gave you a quick kiss as he came filling you up and you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of it. even with him still inside, you could feel it pooling out of you. letting out a whine as he pulled out, staring at your abused cum covered hole and legs shaking as they fell. sleep taking over your body as your brain finally had enough.

“you did so well for me, angel.” his hand combs through your hair and stroking your cheek. ”maybe we’ll go again once you wake up.”

AN ~ soooo happy halloween yall and happy birthday to noah! this took me three days to write because i was trying so hard to make this perfect and not too cringy or bad.

#noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens smut #bad omens x reader #noah sebastian #bad omens #incubus

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poppy-metal · 5 months ago

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poppyyyyy i’m gonna cry not the thing i sent you being turned into an au and i have no more ideas for it 😭😭 this is hell. all i have to offer is this ( https://pin.it/4XElozLiD ) is nepo brats wedding dress in my head and it was one of those ones that’s shot by vogue and like sponsored by harry winston and they have a breakfast at tiffany’s themed rehearsal dinner like just a massive networking event essentially that she only agreed to bc she REALLY wanted artashi to see and react and bust down her door to beg for her back. also love the idea of a shitty marriage, i imagine it’s like when blair got married in gossip girl and she thought everything was perfect (on the outside at least) and then when they had their first dance he essentially was like “play your fucking part and this will be so much easier for you” and she was like oooooh shit what did i do 😐 called tashi in tears and she charters her a plane and lets her stay at their penthouse for a few days…..i wanna sit on their couch in a big gown with tears streaming down my face and have them take care of me even tho they’re pissed :( doesn’t mean they wanna see me hurt this badly :( need to try to apologize through sobs and have art say we’ll talk about this in the morning as tashi brushes hair off my forehead and pauses like she’s gonna kiss it :(

OR you could have her freeze up after he pops her little perfect marriage delusion and have her go along with it for months, maybe there’s a fan account that follows your every move that tashi checks daily on a burner. she notices the dwindling amount of times you’re seen with friends, essentially the only time you’re seen now is with that man by your side. over the months your personality snuffs out entirely, looking to him before you speak, smiling along to whatever he says. people make jokes about how your PR team finally broke you. one day art is standing in the corner of their living room, face twisted up, doesn’t look up when tashi makes an inquisitive sound. walks over to her and turns his phone around to show her a photo of you walking hand in hand with your husband into a restaurant, faint bruises up your arm, hair covering your eye intentionally. she stares at the phone with no reaction. finishes getting ready to go, says she forgot something as they get in their car and runs upstairs and barely makes it to the bathroom before she throws up. you’ve changed assistants by now but she finds their information within the hour, loosely threatens them with telling her where you’ll be for the rest of the day, rolls her eyes hard when she hears a “they” instead of “you”. doesn’t change anything she has planned. she makes a call to her legal team after hanging up with your assistant because there’s no way your husband will let you out of this without a fight, one that she’s prepared to hold your hand through the entire way. she shoots her husband a text and lets him know to get the guest bedroom ready.

AUR.

i think..... both can happen. you run to tashi as soon as the wedding is over - still in your dress, though its ripped in places - show up on her doorstep because you know the code to the gate - shivering in the cold and when the door opens tashi is looks so soft. like she'd just gotten ready for bed. hair a little damp and curling at the ends. a pale peach robe tied around her waist. she's beautiful.

she doesn't look happy to see you. "what are you doing here?" said so coldly. like you're not welcome. and why would you be? its so different to face her anger through miles and miles of distance. all you've wanted for months was for her to just - notice you. give you attention. you'd even say sorry, take the blame, take every word back, if she'd asked. but she's looking at you like you're an annoying reporter. a nuisance shown up at her door.

you break down in tears. full body sobs that have you kneeling at her door, at her feet, head in your hands as you shake with all your bottled up emotions. "i messed up." you choke - "i - i - i - its all wrong - tashi - "

you can't speak through your tears, heaving through wet flem in your throat. she'd have every right to toss you out. you wondered how pitiful you looked right now, crumpled like this. still in your wedding dress. your new husband probably buried in some other woman for the night. he wouldn't miss you. you didn't want to go to your new home with him.

you feel warmth at your elbows. tashi's hands, cupping you. "come on." her tone isn't warm, but its lost its chill. she tugs you up. "come in - you'll get fucking pneumonia out here."

she brings you in - one hand at the small of your back to guide you. you sniffle. look around. her home still looks the same. familiar. you're brought to their big expansive kitchen - where art had been scrolling through his phone in sweats and a simple cotton shirt - finishing off a bowl of fruit - when you come into view his fork pauses in the bowl. his expression is completely unreadable. but its not very welcoming.

he looks at tashi, dismissing you. you try not to flinch.

"what's this about?"

tashi leaves you at the kitchen island to open the fridge. she fishes out a bottle of water and brings it over to you. "drink this." she tells you. to art she simply shrugs. "dont know." and she looks at you. "what's this about?"

you struggle to open the bottle. your hands trembling. after a few failed attempts art rolls his eyes, yanks the water from you and opens it with one twist of his wrist around the cap. quick and easy. he slides it back over to you and looks at you blankly.

under both their stares you feel the weight of all the months between you. all the shit you talked about them on social media. the things you'd said.... your bottom lip wobbles. eyes filling with tears. "im sorry." you say, softly. you cant think of what else to say. "im - im sorry for coming - i- ill go."

tashi reaches out. you're startled by how strong her grip is on your arm. her nails almost dig into your flesh. you welcome the sting. a show of emotion. even if its anger. her claws coming out.

"no." she snaps. "you dont get to show up here after the shitshow you've made of this year - in your fucking wedding dress - sniveling like some sort of damsel at our home and then just leave." she points to a stool. "sit. explain why you came."

her tone leaves no room for argument. you find your ass in the stool before you even realize you'd made the conscious decision to move there. like a doll on her strings. it'd always been easy to take her orders.

you try to explain but you're pitiful at it. you keep crying when you bring up your husband - the way he'd treated you. how trapped you feel. how you came here because - despite everything, this was your safe space - you'd never seen it any differently. and you knew, no matter what, tashi would answer the door when she saw it was you on the other side.

they're quiet after that. art works his jaw like hes rolling thoughts around in his head, but his distrust is obvious. you know if he'd been the one to see you at the door, he'd have never answered. that knowledge hurts deeply - to know he's completely detached himself from you. that you'd lost him. his care and his love.

you wondered if you'd be thrown out regardless but tashi rubs at her temple. suddenly looking very worn out and tired. "this is a fucking mess." she says and your stomach twists. you were always complicating things for them. being a burden. she drops her hand. looks down at you like you're a puzzle with a few pieces missing.

you guys are the missing piece, you think.

"you can stay the night." she finally settles on, shares a look with art who looks like he wants to say something about that but she silences him. "we'll talk more about this in the morning. you need..... you need to get out of that god awful dress. and too sleep."

art watches tashi guide you to their guest room with a frown. he doesn't like this. tashi is such a strong front on the outside, but she was alot more vulnerable than people realized. and you'd really hurt her. you'd hurt both of them, but arts feelings..... they didn't matter here. at least, not to him. he could shove down the heartbreak and the anger and the betrayal and everything else he felt about you to make room for the world of hurt tashi was going through. he had to be strong for her. and you being here - showing back up - pouring salt in an open wound - god. you were such a selfish fucking brat. always had been. he used to find it endearing. now he just wanted to throttle you.

in the guest room - tashi helps you out of the dress. her knuckles skim down your spine when she unzips you. kneeling down to help you out of your heels. you hiss when she turns your foot - assessing the blisters. "jesus." she huffs. stands and gets you some of her things to wear. a soft tank top and some shorts. arts boxers, actually. you flush when you put them on, under tashi's watchful gaze. she points to the bed when you're done, a silent command.

you sink down onto the comforter. bite your lip when she comes back into the room with a jar of ointment for your feet. "here -" she sits next to you, and a waft of her scent hits your nose. sophisticated and clean. she props your foot on her lap as she gently rubs the cream into the abused skin. you swallow, as you watch her. this gentleness. you'd missed it.

all your life you'd been 'taken care of' but only in the most clinical of ways. you had all the money you could want, maids to pamper you if you wanted, but it was nothing compared to being...... treated like a human. being cared for by someone who actually cares about you intimately.

"stop doing that." tashi says. she doesn't look up from her work.

"doing what?"

"looking at me like that." she tells you. she finishes and cups the lid back on the jar, and she looks at you. brown eyes.... sad. "we're not - " she breathes. shakes her head. "you can't look at me like that."

you scoot closer to her on the bed. she doesn't move away. "its the way I've always looked at you." you tell her.

she glances at you. glances down where your - her - shirt has slipped off your shoulder and its bare. so close to her mouth. she'd pressed alot of kisses there. left alot of marks.

"things have changed." she tells you. "you know that - you're responsible for it."

you place a hand on her thigh, just under her robe. lean in. "i know and im sorry." you slip to the floor then, on your knees before her. "i didn't mean any of it." you tell her, looking up at her. "i miss you, tashi. i miss art. i miss - us. i - i want you back."

tashi looks down at you. her hand comes out and she catches a strand of your hair between her fingers. rubs it. "you're married."

"I'll leave him."

her eyebrows jump. "you've been a very bad girl to me and my husband."

the way she says it.... bad girl. familiar warmth pools between your legs.

"i know." you whisper. "and im sorry." you lean more forward, and her legs slide open - her robe inching up her thighs. she watches you. heat in her eyes. she still wants you. yes. "let me make it up to you - to you both - i will - you know i can."

she studies you for some time. then she parts her legs wider. "show me, then. show me how sorry you are."

you dont have to be told twice - ducking your head down - diving between her soft thighs - you moan when you discover she's not wearing any panties. your mouth finding her pussy already wet and slick.

more wet than usual - but when you pull back - her hand comes down - tangles in your hair to keep you pressed against her bare cunt. you look up and meet her eyes as you allow your tongue to investigate - "that's it." she purrs. "you know what to do with that tongue -"

you gasp when you part her folds - a warm flood of salty fluid pouring into your mouth. a zap goes through your body at the realization.

arts cum.

she sees you realize it and bites her bottom lip. rocks herself into your face. "he's been so pent up lately." she tells you, hooks one of her long legs over your shoulder. "and its your fault - so -"

her nails dig into your scalp - "clean it up."

you do. whimpering into her pussy as you tongue the remaints of her husbands cum, scooping it into your mouth and swallowing greedily. you missed his taste so much. you wish he was here, pushing you into her pussy. slipping a hand down your shorts to pet through your wet slit. he'd make you eat every last drop before he sank a finger inside.

when everything is gone, tashi adjusts her grip. using you now. rubbing her clit against your nose and working her hips against your mouth exactly how she likes it. "fuck." she pants. she looks down at you and both her hands cup your cheeks. her thumbs rub into the skin. "pretty girl -" she breathes, and you whine, "this is what - fuck - what your mouth should be doing - instead of running off online -"

her grip turns vicious - her movements more forceful. properly fucking your face with her pussy. you just lay your tongue out and take it.

"you're such a goddamm brat." she hisses and her clit pulses as she starts to cum. "but - god, i missed you. yes -"

you lap up everything she gives you. eagerly. her hands carding through your hair as she comes down. she sits up, detaching your lips from between her legs and you look at eachother, lost in a moment together.

her fingers trace your wet mouth. and you part your lips for her instantly. looking up at her like shes a goddess - because she is. she strokes across your tongue with her fingers. your eyes flutter as you start to suck around the digits. mouth blessedly full. you bob your head up and down them, taking her past the knuckle.

your teeth catch on her wedding band and her breath hitches when you swirl your tongue around it. her mouth parted in wonder - like she cant believe you're really here again.

this is where you should be. always. at either her or arts feet. taking some part of them inside you. its what you're meant for. not money and wealth and jewelry but this. this, this, this.

tashi pulls her fingers back suddenly. her ring clicks against the back of your teeth.

her face shudders. closes off.

"that -" she licks her lips. "that shouldn't have happened." she stands, and you fall back on your ass. look up at her dumbfounded.

"tashi -"

"a mistake." she retightens the sash around her waist. rubs a hand down her face. looks down at you. winces. "don't cry."

but how can you not?

"but we just.... you said -"

"do you really think head is enough of an apology?" she tells you, and that tone is back. the cold one. she crosses her arms. "god, you've dragged my name through the mud. the damage you've done to arts career - we had to take a break, did you know that? he missed matches that could have changed his life. all of that, on hold, because you decided to throw a tantrum because what -" she laughs. "- you couldn't handle a break up? grow up."

she shakes her head. lips pressed tightly together. she cant look at you. if she sees your watery eyes she'll fold again. take you into her arms and forgert the past year entirely. fall back into bed with you and make you cum over and over until you were nothing but the shaking mess she missed seeing. god, she'd just cheated on art. fantastic.

"I'll help you get a divorce if thats what you want." she tells you, already walking away. "but after that? we're done. for good, this time."

the click of the door sounds like a bullet in your ears. you stay kneeled on the floor for a long, long time.

and the next morning - when tashi goes to wake you up. she finds the room empty but a note left on the bed. she almost doesn't want to read it. art is in the kitchen - making breakfast for four. because as mad as he pretends to be for her sake, he still thinks about you. cares about you. misses you as much as she does. it'll break him to learn about what she'd let happen - but only because he didn't get a chance to feel you one last time himself.

tashi was really the selfish one.

she picked up the note. read it.

i want you to know meeting you in that coffee shop was the best thing to ever happen to me. I'm a spoiled rotten brat, i know. but you taught me to be more. you let me into your life. gave me another person to love in art, and you both took care of me and treated me better than i deserved. im truly sorry for how things ended. and im sorry for how i acted after. i was hurt. i thought you didn't care about me. that maybe you never did. and i lashed out. im sorry. im taking back all my statements in an interview next week. i hope it can restore some of the damage I've done to you and art. you're two of the most wonderful people I've ever met. and im lucky to have fallen in love with both of you. im not divorcing my husband. i think maybe i can try to make it work. you dont need to worry about me, either of you, you've done enough of that. I'll be fine. love - your tinkerbell.

the note flutters to the ground limply. art calls that breakfast is ready.

tashi isn't hungry.

#ask #champagne problems au #HAHAMWAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAA #MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA #tashi duncan x reader #art donaldson x reader

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sylveon-and-velveon · 10 months ago

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@fandomhungryuwu You son of a bitch I'm in! I love that song so much XD

Playing "Here Comes the Hurricane Bitch" around the slashers

This will include: Michael Myers {OG & RZ}, Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Billy Lenz, Freddy Krueger, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Harry Warden, Tiffany Valentine

Feel free to request any shitpost writing prompt ideas you can think of in my asks, I love silly non-serious ideas XD

OG Michael Myers

Silently judging you

Also probably just hearing a bunch of random noises instead of the absolute banger that is this short song

Yeah my headcannon still stands on this man being a Kate Bush fan. That man would would fucking listen to her songs while killing people

Slowest middle finger you've seen someone give you while "HERE COMES THE HURRICANE BITCH" is blasting out of the speakers

RZ Michael Myers

Confused would be an understatement for him

But he'd mainly be annoyed by the loud noise blasting from the device you're playing it from

Reminds him of the shitty people from his past :<

Just turn down the music enough for you both to vibe to while eating some yummy food :D

Brahms Heelshire

Bro hears "hurricane" and one of two things happen:

1: He thinks a hurricane is nearby.

2: He's confused as fuck on what a hurricane is

Secret third option is BOTH-

Please reassure this poor man that it's just a song, until he either understands or stops freaking out TvT

Homie only knows the sound of pianos

Jason Voorhees

Nothing sexual? Damn he's fine with it, just a little uncomfy with the continuous "bitch"

Other than that he's happy to watch you enjoy the music, even if you're going full gremlin mode throughout it all

If you're happy, he's okay with it

Just don't start blasting NSFW music in his vicinity-

Billy Lenz

Wanna see a gremlin be a gremlin with you? Billy's got ya back!

Whether he understands the song or not, he will be a gremlin with you the second he sees you are now a gremlin to the music.

You are now one with his gremlin kind, you can't run now

I dunno what that means either, but it makes sense XD

Freddy Kreuger

Pure chaos, that's the song. Of course he'll love it

But the second he finds out there was indeed a hurricane called "Katrina"? Ohohoho.... ya fucking lost him

What, is he dying of laughter? Dunno, but ya lost him XD

Oh he'd totally copy how "bitch" is said in the song as an inside joke between you two

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis

Oddly enough I think they'd be their own type of gremlins to the music

Billy's killing someone to the beat of the chaotic music that's somehow a vibe

Stu's just going fucking feral to the music, enjoying his heart out

You're either watching the chaos unfold or joining in with one of them

No inbetween-

Thomas Hewitt

Oh look another judger-

Probably not judging as much as the others

If the music makes you happy, he doesn't mind

But that ain't stopping him from being confused at your taste in music being in his mind "loud and obnoxious"

Bubba Sawyer

The most confused out of all of them, change my mind

Doubt anyone's told him what a tornado is, let alone a hurricane

Also I highly doubt he's seen either in action, that be on TV or not

He'll probably vibe with you, but just a little confused on everything about the music lol

Harry Warden

My point still stands, I need GIFs of this man-

But with the music? Most traumatized

You've somehow unlocked some kind of PTSD that motherfucker had in the back of his mind

Totally not helping when you're blasting the music that literally says:

"HERE COMES THE HURRICANE BITCH-"

Tiffany Valentine

All here for it

Oh she's slaying the music with all her outfits

Probably would join in with you dancing to the music, but would take it a little more seriously lol

Is my love for her fabulous outfit choices too obvious?

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puppycheesecake · 1 year ago

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Sim Lookbook - Ibraxa (Earth Edition™️) ✨

My alien queen is adopting human fashion to blend in. Unfortunately her knowledge of human fashion is a bit...dated. (She's also unaware humans don't have head tentacles. Everyone's just staring at her rad new earrings, right?)

General: Skintone / Skin + Skin Overlay / Body Overlay / Eyes / Ears / Brows / Antennae / Hair / Nails Everyday: Outfit / Shoes / Sunglasses (Stunna Shades) / Earrings / Rings Formal: Dress / Earrings / Bracelets Athletic: Outfit / Shoes / Headphones / Scrunchie Sleep: Outfit + Graphic Overlay / Socks / Slippers / Eye Mask / Scrunchie Party: Outfit / Leggings / Shoes / Earrings / Bracelets Swimwear: Swimsuit / Shoes / Sunglasses (Stunna Shades) / Earrings Hot Weather: Dress / Shoes / Earrings / Bracelets Cold Weather: Outfit / Shoes / Earrings

Thank you! @lamatisse @evilquinzel @northernsiberiawinds @shambalasims @ssspringroll @zaneida-and-sims4 @saruin @bustedpixels @arltos @ice-creamforbreakfast @fatalrosecreations @joliebean @dissiasims @pralinesims @sims4nexus @simmerkate @aniraklova @someone-elsa @belaloallure3 @serenity-cc @leahlillith @solistair

Bonus: Get her Human Earth Music playlist below~ 🎧

Blondie - Rapture

Tiffany - I Think We're Alone Now

The Dooleys - Body Language

Bonnie Tyler - Holding Out For A Hero

Whitney Houston - I Wanna Dance With Somebody

Sheila E. - The Glamorous Life

Gloria Estefan - 1-2-3

Debbie Gibson - Electric Youth

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 lookbook #sims 4 lookbook #lookbook #music

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ienjoywritingfilth · 5 months ago

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the blue burrow part ii

trope: sugar daddy PP character: Dave York x f reader story summary: money has always been a hard thing to come by, so when a handsome man offers you everything you've ever dreamed of, you'd be an idiot to say no, right? chapter summary: Dave returns to see you and you both make plans.

warning: alcohol.strippers. smoking. finger kissing. book mansplaining. Dave York being hot as fuck just by existing. just so you know this story is gonna get 18+ in later chapters

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part ii: the blue burrow

You think about Dave for the entire week.

You think about his eyes as you clean your kitchen.

You think about his voice when you go for a walk to pick up a carton of milk.

You think about how he walks when you make dinner for you and your stepfather during one of your visits. It's burnt macaroni and cheese but manageable to choke down.

You think of Dave's deep chuckle when you do repairs on the leaking faucet in the bathroom in the shitty apartment you rent.

You think of his kindness when you take a fifty from the wad of cash he gave you and spoil yourself by getting a manicure.

You think of him when you decide on the baby blue colour, the same shade as the tie he often wears.

You think of how good he smells when you tuck yourself into bed. And you think of his body in his suit as you touch yourself at night, cumming hard when you recall the way he called you Sleeping Beauty.

You can't understand why you can't stop thinking about him. It's it his generosity? His quiet confidence?

You realize somewhere between Real Housewives and a documentary about overfishing that the reason you like Dave is because he listened to you like you were the only person on the planet. His attention was completely focused on you. He never pushed, he never tried to touch you, he never initiated something you weren't comfortable with.

And then it's Friday. A day that has arrived both painfully slow and terrifyingly fast. You shave everywhere, you curl your hair and gloss your lips before spritzing yourself with a light, sweet-scented perfume.

You kiss your stepfather on the top of his head and remind him that there's leftovers for him on the top shelf of the fridge. He thanks you, taking a swig from his beer and an hour later you arrive at the Blue Burrow just in time to see Tiffany walk off the stage two hundred dollars richer.

"Your gentleman caller coming in tonight?" She teases you breathlessly as she rubs the glitter from her chest with a wet wipe in front of her light up mirror.

"Dunno," you lie even though he said he'd be coming in.

All the girls know about your crush on Dave. Ever since he turned both Tiffany and Candi down for a lap dance. And they keep assuring you he feels the same because they tell you he was watching you the last time you were working, looking away quickly when you glanced his way.

The thought brings heat to your cheeks every time and a pulse between your legs.

"He'll be in," Tiffany assures you with a wink. She tosses her caramel colored hair over her shoulder before leaning forward to you, urging you to do the same. "I know when a guy wants to fuck, girl. Trust."

You look away from her, finding the eye contact with her words intense. It makes you giggle nervously. You won't lie, the thought of fucking Dave is more than enticing. You just know he's good at what he does in and out of the bedroom; he's got the focus of a man who wants to be good at everything.

"Oooh you got your nails did," she says holding your fingers in hers. "You never have fancy nails!"

"Yeah well, I had a bit of extra cash this week," you shrug, pleased that she noticed. "Wanted to do something special."

"Good for you," she says dropping your hand so she can squeeze your shoulder. "You deserve good things, honey."

You can feel the moment quickly turning somber and so you force a smile before remarking that you better get on the floor before Jared loses his shit.

The start of your shift is the usual, patrons filling up on beer and cheap wings while the bass of the music on the stage pounds in your ears. You're just returning to the bar when you're intercepted by the other server on the floor. She’s trying to brush past you, but you see the tears in her eyes.

“What’s the matter, Rita?” you ask, rubbing her back as she sniffles.

“It’s nothing,” she hiccups.

“Babe.”

“I-I need to get Robby this steroid thing for his lungs but they’re so fucking expensive and I’m pulling doubles and-“

“Stop, stop,” you whisper, holding her and rocking her back and forth. “How much do you need?”

“Like three hundred dollars.”

Fuck. All the money you got from Dave last week went to rent and your manicure. You don’t have anything until payday.

“We’ll figure something out,” you promise, even though you have no idea how you’ll manage to pull of that miracle.

“Am I paying you to gossip or to serve customers?”

Jared the asshole boss swoops in and the two of you break apart.

“Sorry Jared,” you both mutter, trying to hold in your sneers. Jared pops the gum in his mouth obnoxiously before rolling his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, sorry doesn’t pay the bills. Now get your asses out there and sell some booze.”

He takes the cash from the register, slipping it into an envelope and heading out the door to the bank.

"Can you take over my tables for like, two minutes?" Rita asks with a mournful look after he exits. "Ryan’s coming here with Robby and-"

"Take your half hour," you assure her. "I'll cover. No sweat."

She squeezes you in a quick side hug with a breathless thank you. You watch as she goes jogging to the front of the club. You see a man about her age waiting with a baby in his arms looking anxious.

Rita's kid is often in and out of hospital with a chronic respiratory issue he was born with. Rita and her husband Mark are young, barely out of college and you know this stress takes its toll on them. Rita is so sweet despite everything that goes on in her life, everyone loves her.

You take over her tables, making sure they everyone is satisfied with their food and drinks. You're just about to swing back to the bar when you hear a low voice behind you.

"Busy night."

Everything in you clenches as you turn around to face the voice. You try to bite back the smile but it's useless the second you see him. Dave sits at his usual table near the back and the second he smiles at you; your face breaks into a beam.

"Hey stranger." You hold the drink tray under your arm, smoothing your suddenly clammy hands on the apron tied at your waist.

"Glad you were actually working today.”

"What? You thought I'd give you the wrong day?"

"Never know," Dave shrugs, tipping back in his chair. "You mighta thought I was a creep."

"No," you say quickly, too quickly. "I don't."

Dave nods, his dark eyes falling to your hands where you hold the tray at your side. He reaches across the two of you, taking your fingers between his large digits.

"You did something to your nails."

He holds your fingers in his large hand, thumb coming to graze the back of your knuckles as he takes in the shiny gloss. Your heart skips an entire two beats.

"Uh ye---yeah, I got them done." You give him a shy smile as he examines your manicure closely. "I should actually be thanking you for them."

Dave raises his eyes to yours with question.

"Your money is the reason I was able to treat myself," you explain. “I've always wanted to get a manicure but could never justify the cost."

The smile that spreads over Dave's face rivals the very sun. He looks like you've just told him he won the lottery. He smiles so broadly you see a dimple in the apple of one cheek and it makes you hold in a dreamy sigh.

"Yeah?"

You nod and he finally releases your hand, you let it fall to your side, missing the connection already.

"Why blue?"

Because they match the ties you always wear.

"I just like the colour."

Dave nods, leaning back in the chair as Cinnamon’s song ends behind you. He still has that dopey grin on his face and it makes your heart flutter. He opens his mouth to say something else when a flurry of movement distracts you.

"I'm back, thank you so much," Rita says giving a thankful look as she takes the drink tray from you. "I'll take over. You go have your break."

Rita has no idea about Dave or the massive crush you're harbouring on him. She has no clue that she's getting in between a major flirt session.

"Uh, thanks," you say trying not to look too disappointed. You give Dave a short wave before making your way to the back room.

You grab your bag from your locker which consists of your dinner- casserole leftovers and your latest read. You head out the back door into the breezy evening. You take the seat in the alley between the buildings, eating your meal and reading.

"I really do like the colour."

You look up to see Dave standing there at the corner, watching you read as he holds a cigarette loosely in between his fingers. He smiles as you do.

"I wanted to do rainbow," you confess. "One color for each finger but they wanted to charge extra so I decided blue was a good choice."

Dave is quiet for a moment, looking thoughtful. "So what're you reading tonight, Sleeping Beauty?"

You flush, pleased.

"Don Quixote."

"I just realized you're on your break," Dave says shaking his head as he sees you curled up there with your food on your lap. “I’ll give you space.”

"No," you say quickly. "I like talking to you. Please stay."

You don’t miss how Dave’s cheeks flush slightly. He moves his long limbs to shuffle next to you on the rickety old bench in the alley. You offer him a bite of your casserole and not surprisingly he shakes his head.

“Not hungry, but thanks.”

You nod, poking at the charred remnants of your casserole. “I don’t blame you, it’s pretty shit.”

“Why are you eating it?”

“Because last time I checked groceries don’t grow on trees,” you say with a sardonic laugh.

"I have to head out," Dave says looking disappointed. "How about when I come in next week we can get that champagne room again and you can talk all about Sancho Panza?"

"You've read it?"

"I have." Dave smiles at you. "You working next Friday?"

“Yep.”

“Okay, see you then, bookworm.”

He walks away and you bite back the giggle that’s there in your chest. It makes you feel fluttery to think of going back to that room with him. You hope he doesn’t expect a dance though. You really like Dave and the thought that he sees you as just a fun time makes you suddenly self conscious.

Nevertheless you head back inside after your break, a skip to your step. You’re about grab your tray and head to the tables when Rita catches your eye. She’s dabbing at her eyes with the corner of her apron but when she sees you she waves, calling you over. When you go up to her behind the bar she gives you a watery smile and slides an envelope across the bar to you. It’s a simple black envelope.

“Your friend left this for you,” she says. You flush, knowing right away that it’s from Dave when you see that its simply got “Sleeping Beauty” on the front. Curious you look inside, gob smacked when several hundred dollar bills peer up at you. A quick inventory tells you that there is a thousand bucks inside. You stomach jumps.

A thousand dollars? Does Dave run a charity? Is he some philanthropist that haunts strip clubs? Whatever it is, it’s the answer to a very specific prayer. You pull five hundred dollars from inside the envelope, slapping them into a shocked Rita’s hand and telling her to “keep the change.”

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Rita won’t stop texting you.

You are an angel from heaven.

I am making you dinner.

I cannot believe you don’t want me to pay you back.

Do you like anchovies?

Robby is breathing so much better. Attached is a photo of Robby grinning up at the camera.

Your heart swells. But at the same time you wish you had given her the money anonymously. All this attention feels gross, especially when it’s not like you did anything for it. You helped out a friend, just like anyone would.

When Friday rolls around you’re thankful Rita isn’t scheduled to work because you don’t know that you could take the adulation. You glance at your watch several times through your shift, and at eight pm on the dot he arrives.

When Dave walks in, dressed in his customary suit looking so handsome it hurts, he meets your eyes and just tilts his head towards the champagne room when you look at him. You practically skip after him, feeling your chest swell happily.

"Hey," he says warmly.

“Hi.”

You notice he has a black briefcase with him today. He must have come right from the office. You wonder what kind of line of work he’s in. He seems like he’s in finance if the clothing and confidence are anything to go by. But his demeanor and his sweetness make you think that he works with people.

"I'd like to order back to back dances if possible," he explains to Randy as the two of you approach. "How much for an hour?"

Randy raises his brows at this, shooting you a look. You nod, smiling eagerly. Your joy is short lived though as a cough sounds behind you.

"Where are you going?"

The two of you turn to see you boss Jared with his hands on his hips like a scolding parent. You immediately shrink at the irritation in his features.

"I requested a private experience with your employee."

"We got plenty a girls that'll give you what you want," Jared replies. "Ones that actually know how to dance."

"I don't want the other girls," Dave says. "I want her."

You feel your heart squeeze at his words and the command in his tone. This Dave doesn't resemble the man you usually see with gentle words and soft gazes. This Dave is glaring openly at Jared, his body poised at your side like a cobra preparing to strike.

"We don't let servers off the floor," your boss scowls. "Takes away from the other customers."

You have never hated Jared more than this moment.

Dave looks the man up and down before reaching into his pocket. You don't see the amount he pulls from his sleek leather wallet but it must be a lot because when he passes it into Jared's pudgy hand, his bald head gets pinker.

"If anyone complains about slower service buy them a drink on me."

Dave's hand flies to your lower back, gently urging you ahead of him into the room. You wait for Jared to deny you again but he simply nods before going to count through the stack of bills.

Once inside Randy closes the door, giving you a nod that says I’m just right here.

You and Dave take the same seats as the first time you were here and he grins at you, bringing a briefcase onto his lap and opening it with a snap as sultry music begins in the background. You curl your legs up under you, looking at him.

“I brought you something.”

Inside is a leather-bound book. He hands it over to you, watching with anticipation as you open it to the first page. You let out a loud guffaw and he joins in with a deep chuckle.

“Slaughterhouse Five? Really?”

“I think you need to give it a re-read,” he insists with a wink that sets your heart hammering.

“For you, I will,” you promise him, gazing down at the beautiful book. You don’t think you’ve ever owned anything so expensive-looking on your bookshelf.

“I uh, I got you something too, actually,” you admit. You reach into your back pocket, to the wrapped item you bought this week at the mall. Dave looks utterly shocked as he takes it from you, his dark eyes wide.

“You bought me a gift?”

“Yeah,” you nod, hesitating when he doesn’t move to open it. “Is that okay?”

“Yes, of course,” Dave nods. “I just. . . You didn’t have to.”

“I know that,” you say with a roll of your eyes. You nudge his arm with your elbow. “Open it, tell me what you think.”

Dave opens your pathetic wrapping job, pulling out a pale blue tie with weaving as the pattern. The second you’d seen it in the shop you’d fallen in love with it. It matches your blue nailpolish perfectly.

“It’s from Tom Ford,” you explain as Dave stares at it. “The girls told me it’s a good brand.”

You stop, realizing you sound like a salesperson for the store.

“These are expensive.”

“Yeah, well, you tip well what can I say?”

Dave looks unhappy and your smile dies.

“You don’t like it?”

“Of course I do it’s just. . . That money was meant for you,” he explains, his thumb tracing along the fabric of the tie. “I wanted you to spend it on something you wouldn’t normally.”

“I did,” you explain with a shrug.

“Not on someone else,” he says. “I wanted you to spoil yourself.”

“I did,” you repeat. “I got this manicure last week remember?”

“With a colour you settled on.”

“I like blue.”

“You wanted rainbow.”

“Are we really arguing about this?”

You can’t help but let out a breathless laugh, shocked at how this conversation has gone. You’re amused but also a little irritated. You reach out your hand for the tie, your eyes on the ground. Tonight isn’t turning out how you wanted.

“If you don’t want it I’ll take it back.”

Silence.

You raise your gaze to see Dave staring at you. You lower your hand, seeing that he still has the tie in his hand.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I love the tie. I just wasn’t expecting a gift.”

You watch as his fingers go to his collar, loosening the current navy tie he wears, something called a Stefano Ricci that he tosses into the briefcase. He replaces it with the pale blue tie you bought him, knotting it with ease and grinning at you.

“How’s it look?”

“I like the colour,” you smile toothily as you bring your hand to the bottom of his tie, showing him how it matches your manicure perfectly. “A good match isn’t it?”

“I’ll say,” Dave smiles softly.

He takes your hand in his, thumb rubbing the center of your palm. You sigh softly, watching as he raises your hand to his mouth. Your breath hitches as he presses his pillowy lips against your fingertips.

“Thank you.”

You finally find your voice after you swallow, nodding. “Welcome.”

He finally lowers your hand, placing it back on your lap before tilting back a bit, his arm on the back of the booth seat.

“So, I was promised an in depth discussion about Sancho was I not?” he asks playfully.

For the next forty minutes the two of you discuss Don Quixote, the themes, the symbolism, your favourite parts and the parts that made you sad.

“Why do you feel sorry for Don Quixote?”

“Because he was a fool,” you explain. “Those people pitied him. He was mocked.”

“He’s living out his dreams,” Dave assures you. “So few people are brave enough to do that. We should envy him, not pity him.”

“I don’t agree.”

“Well, then I think you’re very confident in your misunderstanding of the novel.”

You burst out into a laugh and Dave chuckles again, that warm melodious sound that makes you shuffle closer to him, not even realizing it.

“You always have to be right, don’t you?”

"Not all the time." Dave breaks into a wry grin. "But pretty often."

"Can I ask you something, Dave?"

"Shoot."

"Why do you come to a strip club? You're not like the usual clientele." You quickly amend that. "Not saying the people who come here are bad. It's just that a lot of them aren't as polished."

That sounds awful. You are about to rephrase your statement but Dave gives you a look of amusement from underneath his long lashes.

"I started coming because I saw you worked here."

"What?"

"That first night I saw you helping that guy in the cab I was intrigued. It's not a lot of people who would care that some barfly got home safe."

You feel guilt lodge in your throat at this but you swallow it down.

"But you were outside the club."

"I was in a meeting next door with a client when I stopped for a cigarette. That's when I saw this beautiful woman helping a man into the back of a taxi."

"Oh."

Your cheeks feel hot.

A knock comes at the door. Randy is signaling that the hour is up. How did time move so quickly. Dave stands up, holding out a hand for you to take. He helps you to a stand and then remembering the rules of the champagne room quickly drops your hand.

"Your boss didn't seem too happy about me taking you away during work,” Dave observes as you gather your book.

"He's an asshole."

"Still. It might be nice to discuss classic literature somewhere a little more inviting. Would you be interested in getting coffee sometime?" Dave asks. "My treat of course."

"You already treat enough," you say waving the offer away as you hold up your book. "Coffee is on me and if you're extra good maybe I'll throw in a muffin too."

Dave chuckles deeply at this, his eyes disappearing as he grins at you.

"So that's a yes?"

"Would this be, like, a date?"

"If you want it to be, yeah."

"I want it to be."

Dave gives you a genuine smile and the two of you make plans to meet on Saturday at the busy Starbucks in town. Even though you like Dave you still don't know him very well. You have to play it safe and meet somewhere public and bustling.

“Promise me you'll give the Slaughterhouse Five a shot this weekend, okay?" he asks before you part at the door.

You nod, hugging the books to your chest.

"I promise."

#dave york #dave york x you #dave york smut #dave york x reader #dave york x female reader #pedro pascal characters #dave york fanfiction #dave york x f!reader #sugardaddy #sugarbaby #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal fic

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rosedpetal · 5 months ago

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Over Again

Summary: You tried to run from him, but he wasn't about to allow that.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Word count: 1k

Author's note: this is a repost.

Warnings: smut, imbalance relationship dynamics, all that fun stuff.

Minors, do not interact.

Masterlist

Shit.

You mumbled under your breath, feeling your eyes water and a strangled sob leave your throat. Your back hit the cold bathroom wall, and you tried your hardest to inhale and exhale, the mechanical act of breathing seeming too hard to do in the moment.

The two red lines in the pregnancy test made you know your life was never going to be the same again.

You lived with your parents. You were drowning in college debts (which was how you ended up in this whole mess). You were pretty sure you couldn't afford to buy diapers and formula for at least the next fifteen years.

Your cries got louder, and you squeezed the plastic test in your palm, as if it could make everything go away.

It wouldn't.

With your arms crossed over your chest and fidgeting with your leg anxiously, sunglasses to attempt to cover your face and a flowery sundress, you stood in the line to enter the shady clinic that Betty gave you the address to.

"The father left?" a sudden low male voice spoke behind you, and you shrieked.

You turned to look at him, fear rushing through your spine.

Lloyd looked too good for his own good in one of his stupid polo shirts, the creepy grin under the ugly mustache that you grew to love when it rubbed your most intimate parts adorning his sculpted face.

The few women in front of you were too aggravated by their own little problems to acknowledge the commotion you made.

"Lloyd, I-I can explain." You gulped. "I'm just here waiting for a friend, I-"

"Shut the fuck up, sunshine. You're a terrible liar." He mocked you, eyeing like a stalker do to its prey. "You're not showing yet. Little Hansen's already giving you hell?"

You cringed when he said that, a wave of nausea threatening to spill the contents of your breakfast.

"How did you...?"

Before you could say anything more, Lloyd roughly yanked you by your arm, shoving you to the backseat of his expensive car. The driver rolled the partition up, giving you two privacy.

"You know, sunshine, you could've come to me. But you chose to go behind my back, and that I can't forgive."

"Lloyd-"

"I told you to shut the fuck up." His blue eyes darkened, the gaze of lust and anger weighing on you like a thousand pounds. "Now, you're going to be a big girl and explain with words why on the damn earth you were going to have an abortion. Now."

Your tears fell freely on your face and you felt his fingers on your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"I'm so so sorry." You broke, just the way he loved. "I didn't wanna be a burden."

Lloyd gently caressed your face with the back of his hand, wiping your tears away his thumb.

"I was willing to do everything for you, sunshine. Pay your student debt, date you. Maybe put a ring on your finger. You just disappeared on me. You broke my heart." He sighed, resting his forehead on yours.

Things weren't supposed to go this way. Lloyd was just your sugar daddy. He treated you like a dumb little thing.

Of course, he did spoil the hell out of you. He was great in bed too. In fact, that's why you stayed so long and came back to him all the damn time.

But two years into this dangerous dance you and him waltzed to were becoming too much. Lloyd would never give you anything more than a few bank checks, Tiffany threats and the best sex a woman could dream of. Other than that, he'd never respect you.

Never let you be your own person, never let you go. So you had to run away.

"Tell me, sunshine..." Caging you with an arm thrown over your shoulder and sliding down his hand under the hem of your dress, reaching to where you needed him more, he asked: "Have I not been giving you enough?"

"You'll never love anyone, Lloyd. Not even your own child." You whispered, heart pacing faster under his sweet gaze. You hated the way he gave you butterflies. You shouldn't want his attention.

But you needed it so bad.

"Baby, you're out of your damn mind if you think I don't absolutely adore you, mon chérie." His mustache tickled the side of your face. "I told you I'd take care of you. Stop being so damn stupid and allow me to do so."

You barely noticed when he pushed your panties to the side, his index finger coating your wetness. You whimpered when he entered you in an embarrassing easy way.

"Lloyd..."

"Tell me you don't need this, and I'll walk away."

You knew him too well to know he was lying. He'd never do that. He was too dark, too deranged, too selfish to do anything that wasn't going to benefit him in the long run.

"Oh!" He curled his finger inside you. The wet sounds coming from your pussy were driving him insane.

"You're always so responsive for me, baby." He purred on your ear. "Makes me so fucking hard."

"Yes! Yes! Just like that, fuck!" You cussed through your teeth, feeling the butterflies pressing into your belly. You screamed and your pussy gushed, soaking Lloyd's hand, giving to him so sweetly that he almost came in his pants. He rode your high to the point of overstimulation, and you desperately pried his grip away from you, breathless.

"You can't leave me, sunshine. I won't let you." He kissed your cheek, licking the salty tears. "I'm going to put a diamond ring on your finger, and you're gonna behave like an obedient little wife. If you do, I can even let you entertain the idea of working."

"Lloyd..." You mumbled, numbed out from pleasure.

"Don't sleep on me yet, baby. You have to take care of me now." He demanded, putting your hand inside his pants.

Then he kissed you. Over and over again.

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen fluff #lloyd hansen angst #cevans character

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ghostfaceprincess · 6 months ago

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How They Would React To You Being Sad:

Michael Myers:

• Who. Did. It.

• He’s trying his best to make you feel better. He’s getting you gifts, he’s getting you food; man is very concerned.

• He wasn’t always like this though; Michael used to not really care and appear heartless.

• That caused a lot of fights between you two.

Freddy Krueger:

• He’s preparing to go into their dream.

• A little concerned when he finds out that no one made you sad.

• “Do you, maybe wanna find someone you can talk to? I- you can still talk to me! I just meant, someone else who can help, too?”

• He’s just very worried.

Jason Voorhees:

• He’s out looking for something.

• He soon returns with a tiny bunny, just for you.

• He’s giving you lots of hugs. (Mmm, big man hugs!)

• Stroking your hair/rubbing your head.

Billy Loomis:

• Very mad at the person who upset you.

• “Stu and I will handle this.”

• He just, disappears into the night with Stu?

• Comes back bloody but gives you the best hug ever.

Stu Macher:

• So mad he could cry. How could someone make his angel upset and sad? The world is cruel!

• Calls Billy and tells him everything, demanding he help.

• Leaves with Billy but not before giving you tons of hugs and kisses.

• Concerned when he realizes you aren’t necessarily sad because of a person.

Charles Lee Ray:

• Oh, if it’s a person, he’s gonna handle it.

• Man has a gun with their name on it.

• If it’s not a person, he’s very worried.

• Makes you both tea so you can talk about what’s troubling you, and then asks if you want support or advice.

Tiffany Valentine:

• Makes your favorite dessert to cheer you up.

• Offers to give you a dance. 👀

• Giving you a back and shoulder massage.

• “How about a nice warm bath and a face mask?”

Bubba Sawyer:

• Getting you snacks and water. (It’s important to stay well nourished!)

• Tries to make you laugh and smile.

• Gets you flowers from outside.

• If it’s a person, he wants to hurt them.

Thomas Hewitt:

• Immediately angry (not at you) and worried.

• Makes sure to get you the best food.

• Somehow surprises you with a new pet!?

• Back rubs for you are a must.

Art the Clown:

• If it’s a person who caused it, they’re done for. He’s going to take their heart to teach them a lesson about having one.

• Trying his best to be goofy and make you laugh.

• Letting you paint his nails.

• Offering you tons of sweets.

The Creeper:

• Let’s his wings out and takes you for a flight at night.

• Gets you all the candy in the world.

• Somehow finds a very cute stuffed animal for you???

• Playing with your hair/rubbing your head.

Thank you so much for reading; I decided to do one more for tonight. I’m kinda sad myself and my hallucinations are really bad rn (in a bad episode), so I figured I’d write a little something. Please send in requests, I love them! 🦇

#horror #slasher #slashers #michael myers #horror movies #freddy krueger #jason voorhees #billy loomis #stu macher #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #art the clown #the creeper #slasher imagine #slasher imagines #x y/n

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willowwhistle · 1 year ago

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MLP ship pairings and songs that exemplify them (to me(based mostly on vibes))

Twishy: Talking Heads - This Must Be The Place Specifically the Stop Making Sense version. Both of them are really neurotic, autistic, and idealistic, and I think they'd find a lot of comfort in one another at the end of a stressful day (every day, for both of them)

Raripie: Clairo - Sofia Rarity and Pinkie work super well together, but Rarity can't help but be dramatic about the act of dating anypony at all.

Pinkiedash: Willow Smith ft. The Anxiety - Meet Me at Our Spot They would go on picnics a lot. Pinkie would bake treats for Dash, and Dash would show Pinkie new tricks she's learned. (Rainbow Dash is basically a dog). Appledash: Indigo Girls - Get Out The Map They don't do much traveling, but AJ plays this on her guitar sometimes and it makes Dash swoooooooooon. Twipie: The Go! Team - Ready To Go Steady They both immediately wanna get married. Rarijack: Two Gallants - Nothing To You Both of them, independantly, are worried they're not good enough for the other. Flutterdash: Gorillaz ft. Slowthai and the Slaves - Momentary Bliss This is Dash trying to pump-up Flutters when she's having a hard day.

Flutterjack: Dolores O'Riordan ft. Jah Wobble's Invaders of the Heart - The Sun Does Rise They duet this and cry tears of joy. Raridash: Milky Chance - Stolen Dance They would get together after a night of drinking and reluctantlyadmitting they had feelings for one another

Twijack: Rachel Kann - i know this: Twilight just giving a stream-of-consciousness to Aj of how she feels about her. Pinkieshy: They Might Be Giants - Erase Pinkie would burst out into song when they profess their love for one another, and this is what she sings. Applepie: Los Lonely Boys - Heaven AJ serenading Pinkie. Rarilight: Bandits on The Run - What To Do Twilight lifting Rarity up during one of her "I'm so pathetic!" stints.

Twidash: Tiffany - I Think We're Alone Now They very eagerly start smooching as soon as evrypony else leaves the room. Rarishy: Allison Young - Sh-Boom (Life Could Be a Dream) Flutters would sing this trying to impress Rarity. It would work perfectly.

I will reply to this post with more if I think of any. I'm kinda struggling with a Startrix one at the moment.

#mlp fim #mlp shipping #twijack #rarijack #flutterdash #twidash #rarilight #applepie #pinkieshy #raridash #twishy #appledash #raripie

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devildomditzy · 3 months ago

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Are there any fob songs you associate with Mammon? I was on a listening spree earlier when Disloyal Order came on and "What a match, I'm half-doomed, and you're semi-sweet" feels so MC/Mammon coded.

aksjs sorry my two interests constantly intertwine, and Mammon lives in my mind rent free 👉👈

oh ho ho I should have a large sign on my back that says please talk to me about fall out boy

I’m going to just give you the list and the lyrics, but this will still be a loooong ass post

I'm sorry this post took so long anon it's been sitting in my drafts forever.

From Evening Out With Your Girlfriend

Moving Pictures

"Last night I saw a movie And I thought about many movies I've seen at your house Excuse me if I'm rude But I'd rather that we just strike from the record ones I'd see again without you Leaning on my shoulder Distracting me from the plot line

Where can I go when I want you around But I can't stand to be around you? Go home, I'll walk myself to you I'll walk myself away from here"

From Take This To Your Grave

Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy?

"You need him, I could be him I could be an accident, but I'm still trying And that's more than I can say for him"

From From Under The Cork Tree

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me

"And you're just the girl all the boys wanna dance with And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances I'm sleepin' on your folks' porch again, dreamin' She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?" I don't blame you for bein' you But you can't blame me for hating it So, say, what are you waiting for, kiss her, kiss her I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late"

Of All The Gin Joints of All The World

"We're making out inside crashed cars We're sleeping through all our memories I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive (now I only waste my time dreaming of you)

Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness 'Cause all of our moves make up for the silence And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase Like I'll never be the same"

Sugar We’re Goin Down

"Am I more than you bargained for yet? I've been dying to tell you Anything you wanna hear 'Cause that's just who I am this week"

From Infinity on High

Bang the Doldrums

"Best friends, ex-friends 'til the end Better off as lovers and not the other way around Racing through the city, windows down In the back of yellow checkered cars"

The Take Over, The Breaks Over

"Baby, seasons change, but people don't, and I'll always be waiting in the back room I'm boring, but overcompensate with Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography"

"Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion magazines Widow or a divorcee? Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend"

From Folie à Deux

Disloyal Order of the Water Buffalos

"Oh, I'm a loose bolt of a complete machine What a match, I'm half-doomed, and you're semi-sweet"

Tiffany Blews

"Oh baby, you're a classic Like a little black dress You're a faded moon Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess) Whoa, whoa"

From Save Rock and Roll

Miss Missing You

"Making eyes at this husk around my heart I see through you when we're sitting in the dark So give me your filth, make it rough Let me, let me trash your love

I will sing to you every day If it will take away the pain Oh, and I've heard you got it, got it so bad 'Cause I am the best you'll never have"

Where Did the Party Go?

"This is the story of how they met Her picture was on the back of a pack of cigarettes And when she touched him he turned ruby red A story that they'll never forget, never forget"

From American Beauty/ American Psycho

Jet Pack Blues

"Did you ever love her? Do you know? (I remember) Or did you never want to be alone? (I remember)"

From Mania

Last of the Real Ones

"I was just an only child of the universe And then I found you, and then I found you You are the sun and I am just the planets Spinning around you, spinning around you You were too good to be true, gold plated But what's inside you? But what's inside you? I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you But not as much as I do, as much as I do, yeah"

Hold Me Tight or Don’t

"I got too high again, realized I can't not be with you Or be just your friend, I love you to death, but I just can't I just can't pretend, we were lovers first Confidants but never friends, were we ever friends?

But when your stitch comes loose, I wanna sleep on Every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out of you You, I took too many hits off this memory I need to come down"

From So Much For Stardust

Flu Game

"Last night I dreamt I still knew you You I carved out a place in this world for two But it's empty without you

I got all this love I've got to keep to myself All this effort to make it look effortless"

Hold Me Like a Grudge

"Hold me, hold me like a grudge The world is always spinning, and I can't keep up, woah Faster and faster, can't do it on my own Part-time soulmate, full-time problem, yeah So, hold me like a grudge"

"Call you up and demand, you have no fun without me"

From Believers Never Die Volume Two

Bob Dylan

"When they say, "You and what army?" I guess they're talking about you and me Baby, nobody will love you, nobody will love you like Like I do, I guess that's half true"

"Baby, no one ever thinks of you, no one ever thinks of you As much as I do, not, not even you"

"Cause everyone loves Bob Dylan I just want you to love me like that, yeah Would you bury me next to Johnny Cash? I'm obsessed, do you love me like that? Yeah

I'm sure there's a million more of their songs/lyrics I could correlate to him but we'd be here all day.

I could literally yap about Mammon and Fall Out Boy all day.

#kit's playhouse #om #obey me #mammon #omnb #mammon x mc #asks and answers

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