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bored and high home alone one night in the dead of summer rubambi. jerk off competition who can last the longest rubambi. aw cmon shagger you can go again can’t ya rubambi. jesus i think that’s all of me there is rubambi. what d’you mean, that big fuckin prick’s not done yet, son, what else is it for rubambi. please i can’t again it hurts please rubambi. one more, one more for me and then you’re done, i just want, i just want to see rubambi. oh fuck oh fuck no no please i can’t i can’t rubambi. yes you can. yes you fucking can rubambi.
How about mean Simon accidentally making crybaby reader cry? He was being a little too snappy and hurt her feelings :((
this is so real cuz he’d have to learn to be more gentle in general with crybaby but he still slips up sometimes when he’s frustrated <//3
you weren’t doing anything particularly wrong. just squirming in his lap trying to get comfortable while he was retuning his guitar after one of his bandmates was messing with it — completely unbeknownst to you. unfortunately your inability to sit still right that second was incredibly distracting and kept throwing him off, resulting in him putting his unfinished work down and manhandling you off of him.
“simon.” a disappointed huff of his name and a pout might’ve done the trick another time, but he was already getting impatient both with himself and you so when you moved back over to him he snatched your hands from his chest.
“can’t you see this?” he looked pointedly at the bass still in his other hand and back at you. “i’m busy. you can sit over there quietly for a fuckin’ minute or you can go do something else, i really don’t care. just give me a break already, would you?” he was snappy and cold. he knew better than to be too harsh with you, but this time he couldn’t help it. he let go of your hands to get back to work, leaning back into the couch as you shuffled your way to your bedroom.
he came in a few minutes later, having had a few minutes to relax and think through his words, placing a hand on your back to let you know he was there as you were preoccupied with crying into your pillow. you didn’t look up at him though, turning your face away from him to wipe away the mascara tinted tears while he rubbed your back.
“im sorry, okay? i was frustrated, that’s all.” he sighed as you gave him a small nod, closing your eyes to focus on your breathing like he’d talked you through so many times.
“you gonna be okay?” you sat up then, cleaning your face with the back of your hands and nodding again as the burn in the back of your throat caught up with you before you could get a word out, two big hands open and waiting for your own to join.
“that’s my girl, come here.”
now why'd you have to go and put stars in their eyes ? ☆
hello there
throwback to this
“Do you have any idea how long it took me to track this down? Why the hell did I need a throwback to it?”
do you mind tagging mcr? im a big fan of your art but hate the band 😭
YES MY BAD LOL. hopefully this will be over soon 😔