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Pale Waves - Who Am I?, traduzione testi

Tu hai cambiato qualcosa dentro di me Non sono più quella di prima Amarti, amarti è facile

(da: Easy)

1. Pale Waves – Change, traduzione

Cambiare Me lo ricordo come se fosse ieri

Mia madre non mi ha preparato a questa sofferenza

Perché all’improvviso è cambiato tutto quanto?

Eravamo lì stese a letto nude giusto l’altro giorno Adesso fai come se io non fossi nessuno

Però me la vuoi comunque leccare

E lo so che sono una scema a crederci Continuo a desiderare che tu cambi, cambi

Non è una sorpresa che sei sempre la stessa, stessa

Vorrei non averti mai visto in faccia

Però oh, mi hai già ferito mille volte

Ma al momento mi manchi, per cui fallo un’altra volta Mi sto comportando in maniera irrazionale

Non so cosa fare

Ce la metto tutta per dimenticarmi di te

Mi sono seduta in doccia, non ne sono uscita per qualche ora

Perché ti ho accolta di nuovo

Adesso esco dalla mia pelle Adesso fai come se io non fossi nessuno

Però me la vuoi comunque leccare

E lo so che sono una scema a crederci Continuo a desiderare che tu cambi, cambi

Non è una sorpresa che sei sempre la stessa, stessa

Vorrei non averti mai visto in faccia

Però oh, mi hai già ferito mille volte

Ma al momento mi manchi, per cui fallo un’altra volta Continuo a rifare gli stessi passi

Ma tu resti uguale

Le mie aspettative continuano a farmi soffrire

Non dovrei sentirmi così Son qui che desidero che tu cambi, cambi

Non è una sorpresa che sei sempre la stessa, stessa

Vorrei non averti mai visto in faccia

Però oh, mi hai già ferito mille volte

Ma al momento mi manchi, per cui fallo un’altra volta Cambi, cambi

Cambi, cambi

Mi hai già ferito mille volte

Ma al momento mi manchi, per cui fallo un’altra volta 2. Pale Waves – Fall to Pieces, traduzione

Cadere a pezzi Vorrei che qualcuno dicesse che perderemo di nuovo l’amore per strada

Mi fisso nei miei pensieri, e sono piena di rimorso

Mi ripeto che stavolta non si tratta solo e soltanto di me

Tu mi perdoni per ieri sera, ma non mi vuoi guardare negli occhi Tiriamo troppo la corda?

Non riesco proprio a continuare così

Quando è troppo è troppo

Non voglio rinunciare a te Tra quant’è che cadiamo a pezzi?

Il peso è eccessivo

Ci stiamo per spezzare?

Non ci posso fare niente se siamo ognuna il punto debole dell’altra

Ci torniamo di corsa ogni volta perché ci mantiene vive

Tra quant’è che cadiamo a pezzi?

Tra quant’è che cadiamo? Lo so che quasi ogni volta è tutto a causa mia

E quando non sono sobria non ci vedo mai chiaro

Amo la tua bocca ma odio quello che ne esce a volte

Per cui non ti prendere tutta la colpa: è metà tua e metà mia Tra quant’è che cadiamo a pezzi?

Il peso è eccessivo

Ci stiamo per spezzare?

Non ci posso fare niente se siamo ognuna il punto debole dell’altra

Ci torniamo di corsa ogni volta perché ci mantiene vive Diciamo cose che non intendiamo davvero

Ci annacquano fino ad arrivare al nulla

Svegliati adesso e vedi che senza di te io sono proprio vuota

Metto da parte l’orgoglio

Non si tratta solo e soltanto di me

Possiamo sistemare le cose e raddrizzarle?

Tu sei la parte migliore della mia vita Tra quant’è che cadiamo a pezzi?

Il peso è eccessivo

Ci stiamo per spezzare?

Non ci posso fare niente se siamo ognuna il punto debole dell’altra

Ci torniamo di corsa ogni volta perché ci mantiene vive

Tra quant’è che cadiamo a pezzi?

Tra quant’è che cadiamo? 3. Pale Waves – She’s My Religion, traduzione

Lei è la mia religione Illumina sempre ogni stanza

Sembra proprio perfetta da ogni punto di vista

Un solo sguardo è più che sufficiente

Ti fa credere in qualcosa che sta al di sopra

Ma non tutto è sempre come sembra

È una storia diversa quella che c’è sotto Lei è fredda, lei è oscura, lei è cinica

È costantemente arrabbiata col mondo

Non è certo un angelo, ma lei è la mia religione

Trova sempre dei modi per lenire il dolore

È matta e non cambierà mai

Non è certo un angelo, ma lei è la mia religione, religione Ognuno vuole dare il proprio assaggio

Io non sono diversa, sono proprio uguale

Ma lei mi ha aiutato a trovare un tipo diverso di amore

Mi ha fatta sentire come se fossi finalmente adeguata

Ma c’è dell’altro che succede dietro le quinte

Lei ha bisogno di quest’amore tanto quanto me Lei è fredda, lei è oscura, lei è cinica

È costantemente arrabbiata col mondo

Non è certo un angelo, ma lei è la mia religione

Trova sempre dei modi per lenire il dolore

È matta e non cambierà mai

Non è certo un angelo, ma lei è la mia religione, religione Religione, religione

Religione, religione

Religione, religione Lei è fredda, lei è oscura, lei è cinica

È costantemente arrabbiata col mondo

Non è certo un angelo, ma lei è la mia religione

Trova sempre dei modi per lenire il dolore

È matta e non cambierà mai

Non è certo un angelo, ma lei è la mia religione, religione 4. Pale Waves – Easy, traduzione

Facile Chiudi gli occhi, fingiti sorpresa

Ci è voluto del tempo

Lo so che non è il tuo compleanno

Oh, mio Dio, non ci credo

Come può essere che sei in vita nello stesso momento mio? Perché, perché dovrei mai conoscere una vita senza di te?

Mi eclisserei nella tristezza Tu tieni le luci accese per me

Tu mi aiuti a credere

Amarti, amarti è facile

Tu hai cambiato qualcosa dentro di me

Non sono più quella di prima

Amarti, amarti è facile

Amarti, amarti è facile La verità è che questo mondo sa essere proprio aspro

Ma tu lo rendi dolcissimo

Io cercavo di farmi passare per una dura

Tu mi rendi debolissima Perché, perché dovrei mai conoscere una vita senza di te?

Mi eclisserei nella tristezza Tu tieni le luci accese per me

Tu mi aiuti a credere

Amarti, amarti è facile

Tu hai cambiato qualcosa dentro di me

Non sono più quella di prima

Amarti, amarti è facile

Amarti, amarti è facile Non mi è mai sembrato che le cose andassero bene come ora

Ti guardo e mi sento viva

Tu mi salvi ogni volta Tu tieni le luci accese per me

Tu mi aiuti a credere

Amarti, amarti è facile

Amarti, amarti è facile Tu tieni le luci accese per me

Tu mi aiuti a credere

Amarti, amarti è facile

Tu hai cambiato qualcosa dentro di me

Non sono più quella di prima

Amarti, amarti è facile

Amarti, amarti è facile Amarti, amarti è facile

Amarti, amarti è facile 5. Pale Waves – Wish U Were Here, traduzione

Vorrei che fossi qui Mi manca il modo in cui pronunci il mio nome

Amo sentirti parlare

Stare così lontane è un gran peccato

Stufa di toccarmi al buio Guardo le tue foto

Non ne ricavo niente

Se esiste davvero un Dio, perché non mi dà qualcosa? Seduta per terra e vorrei che fossi qui

La vita è ingiusta, io ti voglio solo vicina

Cado a pezzi

Non provo nulla ora

Piango per terra e vorrei che fossi qui

La vita è ingiusta, io ti voglio solo vicina

Cado a pezzi

Ho proprio bisogno di te ora Guardo le tue foto

Non ne ricavo niente

Se esiste davvero un Dio, perché non mi dà qualcosa? Seduta per terra e vorrei che fossi qui

La vita è ingiusta, io ti voglio solo vicina

Cado a pezzi

Non provo nulla ora

Piango per terra e vorrei che fossi qui

La vita è ingiusta, io ti voglio solo vicina

Cado a pezzi

Ho proprio bisogno di te ora 6. Pale Waves – Tomorrow, traduzione

Domani Emily, so che la situazione non sembra rosea

La vita non è com’era a quindici anni

Fare un lavoro d’ufficio solo per tirare avanti

E Haley, so che le riviste dicono che bisogna essere magri

Tu sei unica, credimi, credimi

Non ascoltare la società Perché c’è sempre domani per andare avanti, andare avanti

Domani, non vuoi sopravvivere, fare un altro tentativo?

Non vuoi sopravvivere, fare un altro tentativo?

Non vuoi sopravvivere, fare un altro tentativo? Ben, io so che tu ami un ragazzo

La sessualità non è una scelta

Che nessuno si permetta di dirti che è sbagliato

Non vuoi continuare a stare con noi?

E Kelsi, so che la vita ti butta a terra

Crescere in una piccola città

Sempre quella strana fra tutti

Lo sai che io non ti escluderò mai Perché c’è sempre domani per andare avanti, andare avanti

Domani, non vuoi sopravvivere, fare un altro tentativo?

Non vuoi sopravvivere, fare un altro tentativo?

Non vuoi sopravvivere, fare un altro tentativo? Avevo bisogno di qualcuno che dicesse che c’è sempre un altro giorno

Prima che sia troppo tardi, già, voglio che rimani Domani per andare avanti, andare avanti

Domani, non vuoi sopravvivere, fare un altro tentativo?

Non vuoi sopravvivere, fare un altro tentativo?

Non vuoi sopravvivere, fare un altro tentativo? 7. Pale Waves – You Don’t Own Me, traduzione

Tu non mi possiedi Un bel visino come il tuo dovrebbe proprio imparare a sorridere di più

E niente scopate occasionali per te, o penseranno che sei una puttana

Ti conviene accavallare le gambe che così non è molto da signora

Non voglio sentire cosa pensi, non metterti nemmeno a esprimere opinioni Tu non mi possiedi, tu non mi possiedi, tu non mi possiedi

E io faccio tutto quello che mi pare

Perché io sono una psicopatica, ma va bene così comunque

Per cui ti conviene toglierti di mezzo

Sarò il tuo più grande errore se continui a comportarti così

Io non ho bisogno di te, io non ho bisogno di te

Perché sarò proprio come pare a me

E cosa ti fa pensare di avere voce in capitolo?

Per cui ti conviene toglierti di mezzo

Sarò il tuo più grande errore se continui a comportarti così Non tagliarti i capelli troppo corti perché stanno meglio lunghi e lisci

Non fare il primo passo, no, perché la dignità sta sempre in attesa

Impara a morderti la lingua, non te l’hanno mica insegnato da piccola?

Non scoprire troppa pelle, non metterti nemmeno a esprimere opinioni Tu non mi possiedi, tu non mi possiedi, tu non mi possiedi

E io faccio tutto quello che mi pare

Perché io sono una psicopatica, ma va bene così comunque

Per cui ti conviene toglierti di mezzo

Sarò il tuo più grande errore se continui a comportarti così

Io non ho bisogno di te, io non ho bisogno di te

Perché sarò proprio come pare a me

E cosa ti fa pensare di avere voce in capitolo?

Per cui ti conviene toglierti di mezzo

Sarò il tuo più grande errore se continui a comportarti così Preferirei cavarmi i denti che diventare come mi vuoi tu

Lo so che si fa fatica a crederci

Tu non mi possiedi Tu non mi possiedi, tu non mi possiedi, tu non mi possiedi

E io faccio tutto quello che mi pare

Perché io sono una psicopatica, ma va bene così comunque

Per cui ti conviene toglierti di mezzo

Sarò il tuo più grande errore se continui a comportarti così

Io non ho bisogno di te, io non ho bisogno di te

Perché sarò proprio come pare a me

E cosa ti fa pensare di avere voce in capitolo?

Per cui ti conviene toglierti di mezzo

Sarò il tuo più grande errore se continui a comportarti così

Preferirei cavarmi i denti che diventare come mi vuoi tu

Lo so che si fa fatica a crederci

Tu non mi possiedi 8. Pale Waves – I Just Needed You, traduzione

Io avevo solo bisogno di te Pensavo di volere la fama

Pensavo di volere i soldi

Diventare qualcuno

Pensavo di volere vestiti di lusso

Persone che vanno e vengono

Una pillola che mi tiri sù quando mi sento giù

Volevo un macchinone per andare lontano

Una grande casa con nessun dubbio

E ogni cosa su richiesta

Una scappatella veloce, una botta e via Non può essere questo quello che voglio

Perché mi sembra di cadere a pezzi

Il mondo è crudele

Ti insegna che hai bisogno di tutte queste cose Io avevo solo bisogno di te

Io avevo solo bisogno di te per essere felice Pensavo di volere che le riviste mi legittimassero

Non ha frenato le mie insicurezze

Né avere troppi amici che mentono e fingono

Ma poi andavo a letto da sola come sempre Perché cercano di farci pensare che abbiamo bisogno di queste cose per sopravvivere continuamente? Io avevo solo bisogno di te

Io avevo solo bisogno di te

Io avevo solo bisogno di te Mi sembrava di non riuscire a respirare

Non aveva senso niente per me tranne te

Mi sembrava di non riuscire a vedere

Sapevo che mi mancava un pezzo, ed eri tu Perché io avevo solo bisogno di te

Io avevo solo bisogno di te

Io avevo solo bisogno di te per essere felice 9. Pale Waves – Odd Ones Out, traduzione

Quelle che non c’entrano Non cambia mai col passare degli anni

Una cosa così bella finirà e si spezzerà sempre

Resta comunque la mia più grande paura che quest’amore si trasformi in odio

L’eccezione che conferma la regola

O sto solo aspettando di venire ingannata?

Magari perderemo anche la nostra chiarezza

Ma io lotterò perché entrambe lo vediamo Abbiamo scarse possibilità

Io ti sto chiedendo di provarci

Amami in tutte le condizioni

Tutti i bassi e tutti gli alti Oooh, facciamo quelle che non c’entrano con gli altri stavolta

Oooh, prenderemo gli aspetti buoni e quelli cattivi

Penseranno che coleremo a picco

Ma io so che non siamo come tutti

Oooh, facciamo quelle che non c’entrano con gli altri stavolta Troppi amori svaniscono

Questo mondo è fatto perché vadano in declino

Siamo soltanto umane tutt’e due

E continueremo a fare una marea di errori Magari cadremo anche a pezzi, ma io aggiusterò tutto ogni volta

Ti amerò in tutte le condizioni, tutti i bassi e tutti gli alti Oooh, facciamo quelle che non c’entrano con gli altri stavolta

Oooh, prenderemo gli aspetti buoni e quelli cattivi

Penseranno che coleremo a picco

Ma io so che non siamo come tutti

Oooh, facciamo quelle che non c’entrano con gli altri stavolta

Oooh, facciamo quelle che non c’entrano con gli altri stavolta Penseranno che coleremo a picco

Ma io so che non siamo come tutti

Oooh, facciamo quelle che non c’entrano con gli altri stavolta 10. Pale Waves – Run To, traduzione

Correre Lo so che ti tengo sveglia di notte

È dura per te quasi tutto il tempo

Mi vuoi abbracciare

Lo so che ti preoccupi

Non mi faccio di droghe pesanti come pensi

Mi taglio i capelli e me li tingo di rosa

Non vedi che i piccoli paesini non fanno per me?

Mi hai chiamato al telefono già diciotto volte

I miei amici sono nel retro che si sballano

Un amore come il tuo non morirà mai Cadrò e picchierò per terra

Mi manca averti accanto, ma sono una ragazza cresciuta ormai È sempre da te che corro

È sempre da te che corro

Se tu dovessi andartene, io che cosa farei?

Perché è sempre da te, è sempre da te

Oh, la vita va benone, a parte la mia salute mentale Non mi do via ogni sera

Il mio corpo è l’unica cosa che mi appartiene

Ma ho trovato qualcuno con cui affrontare la vita

Non sono proprio cambiata granché

Sono ancora me stessa, con sù gli stessi vestiti

E ancora non rispondo al telefono Magari scenderanno delle lacrime

Tu ci sei sempre per me, lo so

Me la caverò da sola perché sono una ragazza cresciuta ormai È sempre da te che corro

È sempre da te che corro

Se tu dovessi andartene, io che cosa farei?

Perché è sempre da te, è sempre da te

Oh, la vita va benone, a parte la mia salute mentale 11. Pale Waves – Who Am I?, traduzione

Chi sono io? Trascino i piedi da terra

Sprofondo piano piano

Sto passando un brutto momento

Mi sento in trappola, mi sento costretta E dove dovrei andare quando mi sembra di non avere nessun posto dove andare?

E come dovrei resistere?

Quando mi sento così, perdo ogni speranza Chi sono io?

Ho bisogno di un segno

Qualcuno lo sa?

Come faccio a fare una vita in cui non mi senta così triste, così triste?

Qualcuno lo sa? Le ore diventano giorni

Niente mi entusiasma allo stesso modo

Annego nella mia mente

Mi si lascia indietro E che cosa dovrei dire quando tu mi dici che andrà tutto bene?

E perché dovrei fingere se sappiamo entrambi che giungerà al termine?

Devo trovare e amare me stessa Chi sono io?

Ho bisogno di un segno

Qualcuno lo sa?

Come faccio a fare una vita in cui non mi senta così triste, così triste? Chi sono io?

Ho bisogno di un segno

Qualcuno lo sa?

Come faccio a fare una vita in cui non mi senta così triste, così triste?

Qualcuno lo sa?

#pale waves #who am i #change #fall to pieces #she's my religion #easy #wish u were here #tomorrow #you don't own me #i just needed you #odd ones out #run to

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exylm · 1 year

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Oh and I know red’s your favourite colour,

And we sat in the same place doing impressions of each other

Pale Waves hometown gig at Manchester’s Albert Hall last Friday

#pale waves #she’s my religion #my mind makes noises #unwanted #who am I?#heather

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greattideflow · 2 years

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#pale waves #tunes #she's my religion

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criminalmindswhore · 6 months

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Playlists Tell All

Tara finds your playlist titled Prentiss and looks through it while you drive. She and JJ tease you about it until Emily finally finds out.

BOTH HANDS ON THE PHONE AT ALL TIMES 🤨 Also, this is long bare with me, also not proofread, oops.

TW: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

It was no secret you were gay. It was apparent from the day you walked into the BAU wearing docs and a septum ring. Tara was the first to notice, lesbians find each other. You were never closeted to them but never shouted it in the bullpen either. If they asked, you told.

"Hey, Y/n can I ask you something?" Emily asked as you two went down the elevator. "Sure, what's up?" You smiled at her. "Are you gay?" She looked puzzled, "Miss BAU Unit Chief was the last to notice?" You chuckled and she looked offended, her mouth falling open. You were almost too distracted by your thoughts, 'I wonder if that's the face she makes when she-', to notice the elevator stop. "So like only women or?" She stepped out of the elevator, you following suit. You cringed at thinking of being with a man, "Only women." She chuckled, "I knew it." She stopped walking signaling you were parting ways for the night. The cold Virginia air made a chill run down your spine, or maybe you noticed the few shirt buttons undone on the way to the parking lot. "I'll see you tomorrow Y/n." She smiled at you and grabbed your bicep for a moment. The touch lingered in your brain, your skin on fire, "See you tomorrow Unit Chief of the gayest FBI unit." She laughed loudly at your comment as she walked away, her grey hair swaying with which step.

Your talks with Emily to your cars became a nightly thing, on purpose from your end but she didn't need to know that.

After a case in Northern VA, Tara, JJ and you were in an SUV driving back to Quantico. Tara deemed you the driver as you were a 'young sprite who would stay awake longer'. Your phone became the AUX phone and Tara sat up front scrolling through your music creating the perfect queue. Her eyes widened as she came across a playlist titled, 'long talks with Prentiss'. She sat straight up and looked at you. You turned your head to glance at her, then back at the road, "What?" She leaned back against the seat, "Nothing." JJ's interest was now peaked, "Tara, you gotta tell us now." Tara scrolled through the songs:

She - Dodie

girls - girl in red

1950 - King Princess

She's My Religion - Pale Waves

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Call Out My Name - The Weekend

and on and on and on...

Tara came up with a genius plan, queuing up all the songs. The second girls came on, it clicked. "Tara, I can explain." She just laughed, "Explain that you have a huge crush on someone almost 30 years older than you?" JJ put down her Cheetos, "Wait? Emily?" Your grip on the wheel tightened and your cheeks turned bright red. "Can you two just not?" Tara chuckled, "Oh no miss thing, you have to spill now." JJ laughed from the backseat.

You weighed your options, either tell them and they tease you about it, or you don't and they tease you even worse until you spill, "Fine," the two women high-fived, "but it doesn't leave this car. Clear?" JJ saluted at you and Tara nodded. "She's just so hot dude. How could I not find her attractive and she does that stupid thing when she's focused where she licks her lip and then bites it." You were gushing like a high school girl at this point. "And don't get me started on her hands." JJ cringed slightly. "Okay, but she's 1, your boss, and 2, old enough to be your mom." You sighed and grimaced, "Why do you think it lives in my head? I have a playlist and that's it. She will never know and no one else will." Tara shook her head, "Honey she probably already knows. Emily is one of the best profilers in the world, not only that she's got those super-secret spy skills. Has she been acting differently towards you?" You shook your head, "No, I mean we've been talking one-on-one a lot more but that's just because we usually leave at the same time." Tara hummed and JJ laughed loudly, "What JJ?" You were still horrified at the current situation and her finding it humorous was not helping. "She did mention how she knows someone in her inner circle is attracted to her but didn't wanna bring it up." She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. "JJ! You can't just tell me that!" Tara was losing it, doubled over in laughter. "You both suck."

It didn't get brought up again during the case. You thought it had blown over until you were all standing in the bullpen after the case chatting while people packed up bags and files. "Hey guys, what are laughing about?" Prentiss asked as she joined the group, bag in hand. "Reid is so oblivious to how much his neighbor wants to get in his pants," Luke explained while still laughing. Emily licked her bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth, Taras's head shot around to look at you wiggling her eyebrows. You scoffed and smacked her arm. "What's going on there?" Emily asked while smiling at you two, "Oh god are two?" Tara laughed and you nearly threw up in your mouth. The whole team was now looking at you and Tara with their mouths open, "God no! Tara and I are not sleeping together!" The team erupted into laughter except for you and Emily, staring into each other's eyes. She smiled sweetly at you and your face got hot. "I am going home, you guys enjoy bullying Reid." You grabbed your bag and stood up off your desk, "Wait, I'll walk with you, let me grab my cup from the kitchen." Emily took off swiftly to retrieve her mug and JJ gave you the 'I know something they don't' look. You glared at her and went to wait for Emily by the elevators. She approached you and pressed the down button, "Ready?" You nodded and stepped into the elevator.

The following week was full of being teased by JJ & Tara and Emily knowing something was up. Emily entirely said, "If someone made a playlist based on me I would be honored," while working a case. Which earned a stare from JJ and a muffled laugh from Tara.

One night you and Emily were heading down together like you usually did, "Hey, have you been seeing someone? Tara and JJ seem to know something about you no one else does." As you unlocked your car you froze. "Um, no, there's just a running inside joke going." You shrugged your shoulders trying your best to control your microexpressions. She seemed happy with your answer and wished you goodnight. You got in the car and turned on the playlist, your phone screen still open to it when someone knocked at your window. You rolled it down and Emily glanced at your lap, "Hey did you notice if- is that my name?" Her face was shocked, yours was pure fear. You flipped your phone over, "No." She saw right through you, "Y/n, let me see." She was smiling in a way you've never seen before. You didn't budge until Emily reached through the window and snatched your phone, turning away from your car. You unbuckled yourself and jumped out, "Emily please." It was too late.

She turned around, mouth agape, "Y/n, is this how you feel about me?" Her voice was low and dropped an octave. It shot shivers through your body erupting your core. You didn't know what to say, the damage was done. She stepped closer, reached behind you, and slid your phone into your back pocket. She went to move her hands but you grabbed her arms, holding them on your ass. "Emily." Your desperation showing in your voice. It set something off in her. Before you could process it, Emily's lips were on yours and your back was hitting your car. Her hands are on your hips gripping you tight. You snaked your arms around her neck gripping her hair. Her lips moved furiously on yours, her tongue swiping against your lips. The action made you whimper giving her access to your mouth. You could feel her chest moving on yours as she breathed heavily. She pulled away but kept her face inches from yours, "Y/n," she sighed, "This can't happen." You dropped your arms from her neck, she didn't move. "Fuck it." She said in the hottest fucking voice you've ever heard, you moaned at the sound before she attached her lips to yours again.

As her apartment door closed, bags were dropped, jackets discarded. Her lips moved against your neck as you gripped her shirt, "Emily, please." She chuckled, "Already begging for me pretty girl?" You moaned at the praise and Emily lifted a brow, "Oh you liked that huh?" Her arm reached around you to harshly grabbed your ass, "You like being praised by your boss huh? Like the slut you are?" Your knees buckled under you and she gripped your hips to keep you upright. Emily continued her attack on your neck as she pulled you to her bedroom, dropping you on the bed with a thump. "Pretty girl I need you to verbally consent for me before I fuck you senseless." She unbuttoned her shirt as you spoke, "Yes Emily, please. I need you." She slipped her shirt off exposing her black lace bra to you and you stared in awe. She laughed at you and took a finger under your chin pulling your eyes back to hers, "Up here." She spoke sternly and you didn't dare disobey at the risk of her leaving you high and dry. She straddled your lap and started undoing your shirt at an agonizing speed. You squirmed under her from impatience, "Ah, patience sweet girl. I'll get there. Although I understand why you're so needy after months of wanting me exactly like this. On top of you getting ready to make you scream my name." She slipped off your shirt and leaned in close, "I believe it was, call out my name I saw on that playlist of yours?" She left a wet sloppy kiss behind your ear. You could feel the pool of wetness growing between your legs.

She kissed down your collarbones as she unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. She kissed down to your chest until she reached your left nipple, swirling her tongue around it, "Mhm, fuck yes." You gripped her hair harder than you planned on eliciting a moan from her. It was music to your fucking ears. She discarded her slow and steady pace and reached down to unbuckle your belt, undoing your pants and slipping them past your ankles. They hit the floor with a metallic clink before she kissed down your stomach. She pulled off your underwear with her teeth, the sight nearly making you finish right then and there. "Emily, you're wearing too much, I wanna see you." Your voice was slurring, you were so drunk on every single thing you were feeling. She sat up and undid her bra, slipping it off, her perfect breasts falling against her chest. She was perfect. She stood for a second taking off her pants, revealing her perfectly toned legs.

She positioned herself between your legs and licked up your slit. The sensation making your head spin. Your hands gripping her sheets as she took your clit between her lips humming at the taste of you. "You are so in for it Y/n." Hearing her say your name like that was music to your ears. She started flicking her tongue against your clit and your back arched off the bed. She reached one of her hands up grabbing yours giving you something to ground yourself to this moment. You gripped her hands tightly as she teased you with the other hand. Emily removed her mouth from you looking up at you making eye contact, "Beg for it." Your words got caught in your throat causing Emily to completely move her hand away from you and harshly grip your thigh, "I told you to do something Y/n." You swallowed, "Please Emily. Please fuck me. Emily, I need you, please." She smiled devilishly before slamming two fingers inside of you setting a rough pace. "That's my pretty little slut." The cockiness apparent in her tone of voice. She maintained eye contact as she reattached her lips to your clit, pulling it between her teeth softly.

Emily's pace showed no mercy as she fucked you roughly. Her tongue and lips worked against your clit as she pumped her fingers in and out of you roughly. You were so close to coming undone and she could tell. She removed her mouth from you, still fucking you with her fingers, "Do you want to cum?" You writhed under her nearly screaming from pleasure, all you could muster was a nod. "I need words." You opened your eyes and looked into hers, "Yes. Please. I'll do anything." She smirked and let go of your hand, wrapping it around your throat. You moaned her name so loudly you swore the whole building would hear, but neither of you cared. She whispered against your clit, "Cum for me Y/n." She licked your clit once more before you came screaming her name and a slew of curse words. She continued her pace fucking you through the high until your body fell limp. She slowed her pace and slowly pulled her hands from you. She kissed up your stomach, "Such a good girl. You did so good pretty girl." She pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek before disappearing into the bathroom and returning with a warm, wet washcloth. She sat down at your feet, "Is it okay if I clean you up?" Her tone was gentle and slow. You nodded, not having feelings in your face. Your whole body felt like it was vibrating. She was soft and gentle, discarding the cloth into the dirty laundry.

She pulled a t-shirt over her head and laid one out at the end of the bed. She laid next to you, pulling you into her. You wrapped your arms around her waist before snuggling your head into her neck. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your head. "Emily, that was." You couldn't quite form the words as your nose was still tingling. "Awesome, amazing, perfect, I know." She giggled at her joke and you smiled. "Who would've known badass Unit Chief Prentiss likes to cuddle after sex." She scoffed, "Shut up! I can be soft!" You chuckled, "There's a shirt at the end of the bed if you want it. You can go to sleep, I'll get you up in the morning." You sat up and looked at her, "I'm kind of hungry." She smiled, her eyes wrinkling, "I'll grab you a snack." She left the room and you slipped on the shirt, never leaving the bed.

The playlist you regretted making, just got you the best sex ever.

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chaoticbardlady99 · 5 months

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She’s my Religion- Part 3: Everyone Wants to Have Their Taste (Astarion x F! Reader)

Synopsis- You and Astarion don’t see eye to eye about him ascending. Cazador kidnaps you to lure Astarion to the palace. Astarion realizes that more powerful vampires may not be capable of love.

CW: Violence, non-descriptive mentions of gore, mentions of SA, threats of SA, mentions of suicidal ideation

I feel so gross cause I made myself sob while editing this.

*picture belongs to @clowndroids

It had quite literally only been two hours since Pale Petras had kidnapped you. You were having a drink with Karlach after your fight with Astarion.

Astarion finally broke you and you gave your opinion on the Rite of Profane Ascension- he was not thrilled with your opinion to say the least.

“Astarion! I don’t even want to marry a fucking Master Vampire!” You had screamed after he had gotten pissed at you for saying you didn’t think he should ascend, “not only that- I will lose you entirely. You will no longer be anything, but fucking Mephistopheles’ vessel to what he pleases with! I can’t be with you if… if you ascend- I can’t sit back and let you torture me for eternity or watch you fade away.”

“Well-I guess we’re done then.”

You had watched him walk off miserably- your heart shattered into a million pieces. Karlach consoled you at the bar.

You should have tried to be calmer, maybe it wouldn’t have resulted in a break up.

You had begun to not feel well so you went back to your shared room with Astarion.

Astarion was out hunting so that he could be at his best for the fight with Cazador tomorrow- that gives you plenty of time to move your stuff into another room.

You are sniffling as another uncomfortable wave of nausea and exhaustion overwhelms you and then you collapse. You hear footsteps walking towards you- hoping it might be someone friendly. You thought how incredibly inconvenient timing it would be if the Cult of the Absolute was coming to kidnap you.

Except it wasn’t an Absolute Cultist or a friendly face- it had been Pale fucking Petras.

You woke up in what you assume is the Kennels- Cazador leering down at you like he’d caught you doing something you weren’t supposed to do.

Oh and you had. You had given yourself to Astarion- let yourself be “ruined.”

Every lash of the flail against your bare skin feels even more numb and painful than the last- you are barely conscious by the time Cazador decides he’s done and you are “purified”.

“What a shame- I would have liked your skin to remain porcelain and perfect before we have to consummate our marriage,” Cazador feigns sadness, “but I do suppose you have time to heal- a few hours, give or take. Dalyria- please help my beautiful, crimson colored bride clean up a little bit, leave the majority of the blood- it smells delectable.”

Cazador begins to leave and then turns around to say one last thing, “And do get her into her wedding dress. I have a homecoming to prepare for my prodigal son and I’m sure he’d love to wish us eternal happiness, my Love.”

The smile he gave you made your entire body shake with fear. He kidnapped you to force Astarion’s hand. You hope that Astarion stays out all night like he occasionally does when he hunts pissed off.

You would much rather he be prepared to fight and feel confident than rush head first into a battle because you are in danger. Or worse- maybe he wouldn’t care at all. He did break up with you.

You know the consequences if Astarion doesn’t show up quickly- Cazador is going to marry you, violate you, and then turn you into his spawn. Cazador told you that, by the time he is done completing the ritual, you should be ready to be his obedient consort.

Astarion would die knowing you were damned to an eternity of suffering at Cazador’s hands- whether he got there in time or not was inconsequential to Cazador- either would make Astarion crumble (despite telling him that he had quite literally dumped you not even an hour or two earlier).

You asked him how stupid he is considering he revealed his whole plan to you before you had even been there 30 minutes (he knows about the tadpole)- he bashed your head into the wall two times. Hard.

“Better?” He had said, roughly grabbing your hair and making you look up at him.

You listen for his footsteps and hold back the painful, strained sobs that rattle your broken rib cage. Your head is throbbing and your body is aching- every piece of skin cut up in some way or another besides your face. That needed to be “protected” according to Cazador.

You don’t remember when Dalyria gently helped you up off the ground and provided you with awkward, but soothing words. You cried as she began getting you ready for your impending doom. She washed your hair with care and despite what Cazador said, she made sure the majority of your blood was cleaned up and the wounds were safe from infection.

“He’ll get here in time,” Dalyria whispers, “Astarion won’t let this happen to you- he adores you far too much.”

“Doubtful,” You sniff, “and anyway, I don’t want him to make any rash decisions.”

“Right now, Tav?” Dalyria looks at you with sorrow, putting makeup on your cheeks “rash decisions is what is going to save you.”

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Astarion is nervous while heading back to Elfsong Tavern- he had a bear for his meal and he is eager to see you. While he was out hunting, he realized that you had a lot of very valid points. In what world could he ask you to become his thrall when Astarion knows how Spawns suffer at the hands of their master’s. The other point that stuck with him was when you said you would lose him. Astarion can acknowledge those points- he is sure he can even reassure you. Cazador never let anyone touch you nor did he ever lay a finger on you- not all Vampire Lords are evil and abusive. Astarion will be wonderful to you.

Except, when he gets to your shared room to talk- you are gone and the only evidence of you being there is a blood stain on the floor and your supplies scattered every which way.

Astarion is frozen and he runs to Karlach and Shadowheart’s room- hoping you are maybe there and just had a minor cut that needed healing. Karlach informs him you had gone back to your shared room when you stopped feeling well.

Once all the pieces were put together- everyone was sprinting out the door towards the Crimson Palace. It had been two whole hours since anyone last saw you. Astarion can’t imagine that Cazador would actually hurt you- he’s too possessive of you.

Astarion feels sick to his stomach, enraged, and terrified all at the same time.

Astarion isn’t sure he believes in any of the Gods, but he is begging to any that will listen to him that you are okay- unharmed.

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Cazador holding you up by your hair, tears streaming down your face in a blood stained revealing white wedding dress is an image that will forever be burnt into Astarion’s brain. Cazador has mutilated your skin.

Astarion and your other companions had ran in right as Cazador was cutting into you again- yelling at Dalyria that she did this to you, if she had just listened and not cleaned up the blood like he had said- he wouldn’t have needed more for the dress.

When Cazador notices Astarion, he gives him a chilling grin.

“I told you that he would come for you, Pet,” Cazador cooed, a broken sob escapes your lips, “it was so cute, boy. ‘Just use me for your ritual, I’ll take his place, don’t hurt him-“

You whimper as Cazador licks the blood running from one of the cuts on your collar bones- nipping at the skin painfully. Astarion is going to rip the bastard apart, limb by limb.

“My favorite though,” Cazador maliciously states, “is when she told me how you left her and that you wouldn’t come for her. I’ve never been so thrilled to see someone so heartbroken over the life and love of a pathetic creature such as yourself. I’m not worried though,” Cazador places kisses along your neck and Astarion watches as another wave of sobs racks your body, “I’ll pleasure myself with her body until she starts screaming my name instead of yours.”

Astarion is seething as another pained scream leaves your mouth as Cazador gives you one last deep cut on your right side- dropping your weak, shaking body to the ground. The smell of your blood and fear is overwhelming.

Astarion barely remembers the battle- he remembers Wyll pulling him out of the ritual and then killing every creature that dared try to keep him from you.

Cazador is still looming over you- occasionally digging his staff into your side and Astarion gets angrier with every wheezing cry he hears. You are trying so hard to fight back- clawing, kicking, and punching. You are throwing cantrips as Cazador continues to throw you around.

Cazador goes to hit you again, but his swing is interrupted by Astarion stabbing his dagger straight through the Vampire Lord’s wrist- the staff landing with a clatter.

Astarion is all daggers and nails- his rage towards Cazador coming out in a frightening display of bloodlust. Cazador is barely visible under all the blood Astarion as drawn, but the man still teleports to his coffin.

Astarion charges towards the coffin- he’s not done yet. Astarion wants the man to suffer for everything he’s done to him, to the countless lives he forced Astarion to ruin, and you- your freedom and guaranteed safety. He’ll be killing Bridril Von next.

Astarion pushes the lid off of Cazador’s coffin.

“No, no. No healing sleep for you,” he pulls the Vampire Lord out of his coffin, “Wake up!”

Astarion flings the man with so much force he slides across the floor. Cazador gets onto his knees and looks at Astarion with pure loathing and disgust.

“Get your hands off me, worm.”

“Ha! I’m not the one in the dirt,” Astarion says with a sneer.

Astarion picks up the knife nearby and looks at Cazador, “one last thrust and I’ll be free of you. I’ll never have to fear you again.”

Astarion cocks his head to the side, “but, if I finish the ritual you started, I’ll never have to fear anyone, ever.”

“You think me a fool? That I would allow anyone to usurp me, speak the words and ascend in my place?”

Cazador cackles before continuing, “The runes I carved into your flesh bind you and all seven thousand souls to the ritual. Complete it, and all those bearing the scares will be sacrificed- you included.”

Astarion’s face contorts as Cazador smiles, “ you are simply a means to an end. I made you to be consumed.”

“I am so much more than what you made me,” Astarion retorts.

His whole body is shaking with anticipation- Astarion will finally end this man’s life. Astarion will have pow-

The pull of the Ascension is disrupted by Shadowheart screaming for Halsin to come and help- you’ve lost a lot of blood and she thinks you may be poisoned to some extent as well. You aren’t talking and you are motionless on the ground. You are looking at him though, tears rolling down your face.

Your affection for him warms his body as he enters your mind through the tadpole. You are barley conscious enough to notice the invasion of privacy.

Without the pull of the ascension, Astarion is unsure of his next move. He needs to know what to do, he doesn’t know and he needs your help.

Astarion’s body is then filled quickly with an intense suffocating grief. He is watching memories of the two of you together run through your mind as if you are having your own silent funeral for him. Astarion hasn’t seen himself in 200 years, but seeing him from your point of view- a loving, grieving point of view- takes all the wind out of his sails. Astarion is beautiful, but your affections towards him make him even more so. Together reading books, making love, joking, playing games- it’s all there in a nice warm little box that is slowly turning blue.

There is a finality in your head that eats him alive. There is acceptance and happiness for him- Gods all you have ever wanted was for him to be happy- but you are screaming and crying on the inside for your lost love. Aching and all alone- wishing Cazador would have just killed you and hoping there is a possibility they won’t be able to save you in time so you don’t have to watch him become Mephistopheles’ puppet- now or in the future.

Astarion feels tears stream down his face as your eyes begin to close. Your breathes are getting more shallow and he feels you give up- unable to continue with this life all alone. You’ve lost everyone now.

Goodbye, my Star. I should have told you I love you.

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grimoireofhayley · 5 months

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Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

Word Count: 1.6k

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

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A/n: Oh-my-god, I am so sorry for the major delay! Trust me, I was in the middle of writing the chapter the same day I said I would post it, but being a mom is super-duper busy and they will always come first and I completely forgot to post the chapter, but here it is FINALLY.. My twins are now 3 so they’re acting like teenagers, but toddler form; super bossy, extremely demanding, always and I MEAN always keeping me on my feet. Plus, I had to re-write it as I didn’t like how the first attempt at chapter 14 sounded 😮‍💨 Anyways, I barely have time to write, but when I can, I hope you all enjoy it. I hope this chapter is up to your liking! More chapters are still on the way, A LOT MORE. Keep in mind, the Billy scene in previous chapters and this scene is my first time writing smut/smut related things… 😓😓😓 Lastly, Thank You ALL so much for getting me to 405 followers! I’m in disbelief 🫢💜

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Chapter 14

Gulping, you shakily took the phone off the counter, hanging it up and unplugged it from the wall, making sure no calls would come through anymore that night for her sake.

Looking over, you saw Sidney gripping at her brown hair, pulling it in every direction, her jaw clenched, yet, her teeth chattering; she wanted to scream, shout and cry, but couldn’t. Her pale features now a rouge from both exhaustion and terror. Her sanity seemed to slip away bit-by-bit each time Ghostface would call; preying on her, taunting her, humiliating her.

“What, what!?” Dewey came running from his room, waving a gun around in his white t-shirt and blue and white striped boxers.

Tatum tsk-ed at her brother’s tardiness, pushing passed him to follow Sidney.

You rubbed the nape of your neck, placing your other hand on Dewey’s shoulder, “Next time.. maybe be a little quicker.” You laughed, half-heartedly, trying to make light of the situation, seeing how confused Dewey seemed to be.

“(Y/n) (L/n) and Sidney Prescott who were both…”

Before the news reporter finished his sentence, Dewey shut the tv off, pulling a chair out from the kitchen table, sitting down.

“Billy was released.”

Your ears perked at the sound, relief washing over.

Sidney’s eyes lit up, but she still clearly had her doubts.

“His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls..” Dewey stated, grabbing a carton of milk before pouring some of it into his coffee. “We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey finished, taking a long gulp of his un-sweetened drink before continuing. “(Y/n), Sidney..” He eyed both of you, “Any calls made to you two or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced, it’s going to take some time, but we’ll find him.”

Tatum nudged you and smiled at Sidney.

Dewey pulled into the school lot with ease, parallel parking at the curb.

He got out and opened the door for you and Sidney.

You smiled at him, thanking him quietly, and he tilted his hat at you as Sidney got out next.

However, your smile quickly faded, seeing a reporter running towards your side; most likely to ambush both you and Sidney about what happened.

“(Y/n) how does it feel to know the murderer is lusting after you and nearly butchering your friends? Do you know who the killer is, are you a part of his twisted game?” A red head asked, shoving a mic at you, accusing you of being his partner-in-crime.

You scoffed, irritated, but somehow calm, honoured that she knows the killer wants you.

“What about you, Sidney? How does it feel to be almost brutally killed?”

Sidney bit her lip, already wanting to cry.

Dewey stepped in front, shoving the reporter away.

“Hey, leave them alone!” He shouted, towering over the petite woman.

She stumbled back, but wasn’t giving up.

“People want to know. They have a right to know!”

You, Tatum and Sidney bolted, getting away from all the interrogations this woman was sure to have up her sleeves.

You were pressed against a locker; your mid back arched causing your torso to move forward; and your arms folded, pushing your breasts together, making them pop out.

“This is a mistake, I shouldn’t be here…” Sidney huffed, grabbing her books and slamming her locker door shut.

You sighed, plopping a sucker in your mouth; twirling the red treat around your tongue, pursing your lips tightly around it and without meaning to, your eyes landed on Stu who was already watching you.

You blushed and he smirked, liking how you looked with your mouth full.

“I want you to meet me right here after class, okay, Sid?” Tatum spoke and Sidney nodded.

“Hey, Stu, I haven’t seen Billy around… is he really pissed?”

Stu tore his gaze from you, looking at Sidney.

“Oh, you mean after you branded him the Candyman?”

You shoved Stu slightly, giving him a glare.

He winced, “No, his heart’s broken—“

Suddenly a scream was heard and the four of you looked into the direction it came from, spotting a student running down the hall dressed as Ghostface.

You blushed again, seeing the full cloaked figure and that ghostly-white mask again.

‘Fuck, that’s hot.’ You smirked slightly, turning your head to the side, trying to subtly check out the student who’s dressed up like the murderer, you let out a quiet “Mmph” squeezing your thighs together.

Unbeknownst to you, Stu heard your moan, and knew exactly what you were doing with your thighs. Luckily, the others did not, but he is so glad that he did. He can smell the hormones leaking off of you; they were practically oozing with want for the cloaked-killer.

He bit his lip, trying to contain his excitement.

“Why are they doing this?” Sidney spoke, watching the student run away.

Stu, glanced at you, “Are you kidding me? Look at this place, it’s like Christmas!” He laughed, a devious smirk prying at his lips as the comment was directed at you. You were his Christmas, knowing the woman he wants is full blown horny for him, for Ghostface.

Tatum huffed, hitting him with the lollipop you had given her prior, “Stupidity leak.”

“Hey!” Stu shrieked, immediately looking at his girlfriend, while the school bell blared, signalling the start of class and students were quick to get going.

Sidney ran down the hall, upset at Stu’s comment and Tatum ran after her. You sighed, looking down, picking up your bag in the process. You went to go wave ‘bye’ to Stu, but he vanished.

“Huh?” You mumbled out loud, seeing how he was gone and so was every other student that was there nearly two minutes ago. “That’s my cue…”

Tapping your fingers against your hip, you hummed to the tune of ‘Your Dead’ by Norma Tanega.

You stopped in front of the janitors closest to reach for your Walkman that was in your bag, wanting to blare the song in your ears, hoping that actually listening to the catchy tune would make it stop repeating itself inside your head.

Though, the universe had other plans…

You felt the door swing open, hitting you, knocking you out of the way, making you drop your only source of music.

Soon after, a hand covered your mouth and an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the closet.

A scream hitched in your throat as the unknown figure flicked the light on, revealing who the culprit was…Stu.

“Stu, what the actual fuck was that for!?” You narrowed your eyes, clenching your fist, ready to punch him out of fear.

He laughed, but soon afterwards told you to be quiet, locking the door behind him as he stepped forward.

“Shh, I don’t want anyone to hear us.” He whisper-yelled, getting closer to you, placing both hands on either side of your arms.

He was a good two-to-three feet taller than you.

“I saw you, you know…” He bit his lip again, rolling the flesh with his teeth, gripping your arms tighter.

You looked up at him, confused, not sure what he meant, however, a part of you knew where this might be going.

“The way your face went red, how you rubbed your thighs together..” He taunted, poking your nose, “Let’s not forget that sweet-little moan you let out when you saw that student…” He leaned into the crease of your collarbone, nipping at the skin, the coolness of his lips penetrating your warmth.

Your face was hot with yearn, but also embarrassment. “The student who was dressed as the Woodsboro slasher…” He grinned, feeling you shiver at his touch.

“W-what—“ You began, trying to act like you didn’t know what he was talking about; ashamed that you were caught. You were quickly silenced by Stu pressing his lips against yours, his bulge pushing up against your side.

His fingers danced across your arms to the string of your grey tank top, ripping it from your body with force as the sound of the thin material shredding lingered in your ears. Fortunately for Stu, you didn’t have a bra on…

Your breasts jiggled from the impact, bouncing in place which caused a small guttural growl to emit from Stu’s throat.

Stu immediately grabbed your boob in his right hand, rubbing his thumb across the perky bud, while his other hand gripped at your bare side, his fingers digging into your ribs.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the finger prints you already had bruised into your skin. They almost lined up with his own marks, but his were slightly bigger. Stu only quirked a brow, continuing to fondle your breast, not wanting to ruin the moment by asking.

Stu trembled at the thought of someone else having you, but he was sure to find out who and kill him.

“M-mm..” You let out a breathy moan, making Stu lose track of his thoughts,“But T-Tatum—“ you stuttered, holding back another sound as he slid his hand into your shorts, rubbing your clit through the silk of your panties.

He hooked his finger under the band, pulling you even closer, his forehead pressing up against your own.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

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crystal-cliffs · 2 months

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Emilute except with the song She’s My Religion by Pale Waves

#emilute #hazbin hotel #emily hazbin hotel #lute hazbin hotel #˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Crystal Talks

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manifestationsofasort · 9 months

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50 songs I associate with Aphrodite

What The Water Gave Me - Florence + The Machine

Lipstick on the Glass - Wolf Alice

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

Temporal Love - SRSQ

Angelene - Them Are Us Too

Lavender Fields - Lebanon Hanover

She's My Religion - Pale Waves

Daydreaming - Paramore

Green Light - Lorde

drivers license - Olivia Rodrigo

Ophelia - The Lumineers

Heat Lightning - Mitski

Sparks - Faith and the Muse

Trees and Flowers - Strawberry Switchblade

Pink Orange Red - Cocteau Twins

False Moon - Them Are Us Too

I Know The End - Phoebe Bridger's

My Love - Florence + The Machine

Witchcraft - Graveyard Club

Ribs - Lorde

we fell in love in october - girl in red

Somewhere Somehow - Oddness

Once in a While - Rosegarden Funeral Party

Spellwork - Austra

Cascade - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Macabre - Land of Talk

Dark Hill - Lebanon Hanover

Simmer - Hayley Williams

Night Time - The Birthday Massacre

Mephisto Waltz - Mephisto Waltz

Get Higher - Palate Royale

State of Grace - Taylor Swift

Don't Delete The Kisses - Wolf Alice

Ever Crashing - SRSQ

Northern Lights - Death Cab for Cutie

Cherry-coloured Funk - Cocteau Twins

Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush

Deep Water - Strawberry Switchblade

Last Words of a Shooting Star - Mitski

Venetian Blinds - The frozen Autumn

Pull Apart Heart - Eliza & The Delusional

Remember Me - The Birthday Massacre

Girls Against God - Florence + The Machine

Dear Prudence - Siouxsie and the Banshees

All Flowers in Time Bend Towards the Sun - Mins Cinema

Five Ten Fiftyfold - Cocteau Twins

Deep Water - Strawberry Switchblade

October Passed Me By - girl in red

When We Go Dark - Faith and the Muse

Black Metal - Helena Deland

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sillygraham · 7 months

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Finally home ♡

pairing ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ ashley graham x fem ! reader

warnings ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ just fluff , not proof read

a/n ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ Hai I suggest listening to she's my religion by pale waves while reading this :3 kind of inspired by that song! also second fic...And its fluff, an upgrade from the angst last time...

She's coming back. She's finally coming back. Ashley has been gone for a day or two and you hadn't stopped worrying since. Leg bouncing, you wait anxiously for the helicopter to land. Eyes shifting from the sky to the helipad.

sky, helipad, sky, helipad, sky, helipad, sky, helip—

you hear the sound of rotor blades, whirling in the sky. You jump from your seat, a smile spreading on your lips. Seeing her step out, you have to resist the urge to run to her, knowing you'll probably get tackled if you do.

After everything is good, Ashley notices you and runs straight to you. The two of you falling on the floor from the speed of her. Tears streaming down both of your faces, hugging her so tightly, afraid if you let go, she'll be gone again.

"Oh my god, I — I missed you so much. Thought I'd never see you again," hiccups interrupting your words.

She hides her face in the crook on your neck, tears falling on it. "I was so scared, so fucking scared...I didn't think I was gonna make it." Her words mumbles from your skin.

The two of you soon get up, still hugging while you start to smother her in kisses. That is until when a man approaches the two of you.

Leon Kennedy, if you remember correctly. He gives a small wave and Ashley reluctantly releases you.

"Oh! [Name], this is Leon. He's the agent they sent to get me. Both of us had one hell of a night." She jokes.

He reaches his hand out and you take it, giving him a firm handshake.

"Thank you, thank you so much for bringing her back home. I don't know what I would've done if she never came home."

"No need to thank me, it is my job after all." His tone dry, you give an awkward smile. "I should get going," he gives Ashley a short hug and then pats her shoulder, "get home safe. Not sure if I'm willing to save you again after tonight," he smirks.

Ashley punches his shoulder, "yeah, yeah...See you around, Leon!" Waving as he starts to walk away, she turns back to you.

"You two remind me of siblings..Look like it too. You sure you don't have a long lost brother?"

"Oh, stop it! But, yeah, I do see him as an older brother. He kept me safe, didn't give up on me all the time in Spain...I'm thankful for him."

You hum and take her hand.

"Shall we?" You point your thumb to where the escort is.

"We shall." She leans on you as the two of you walk to the car and get in. Heading home, finally able to embrace each other again. She falls asleep on your shoulder and you soon fall asleep as well.

She's finally back in your arms, that's all you could ask for.

a/n 2 ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ i kind of wanna make a part 2 of this...like them goijg on a cute lil date...If i do make one lmk if youd wna b tagged :3 tho I am not promising a part two! again, reblogs ++ comments appreciated!!!!!

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