#i just. can't fucking gif anymore i want to sob lol

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n:Had to write this down before I pass out! But!

Imagine:

Being Adam's innocent, sweet little virgin wife that Adam just ignores because he put's all is attention on Lute. You're one of the vet few Angel's that agree with Charlie and you can't help but think

'If I can prove to him that Charlie is right then maybe he'll finally make love to you...he'll finally love you'

So you slip into hell, and that's when you meet Husk. You hate him at first, he crude, rude, he is nothing like you are used to in Heaven.

But then why is he so easy to talk too?

So one day when you sneak back into Heaven you find him...you find your husband holding her...he's never held you like that before.

Heart broken you fall into heaven and that's when you start to drink.

Now Husk doesn't mind...at first but the more he see's those tears run down your pretty face, he finds that he hates it, he hates it because the only thing he's hearing are your sobs not the laughter he's come to enjoy so much.

So Husk decides to cheer you up, he may look stupid but he doesn't care he just wants to see you smile again.

Maybe he sings you own little version of Loser baby but he can't help feel relieved to see your smile, to hear that laugh and then something unexpected happens.

You kiss him, and it doesn't just stop at a kiss because soon he's fucking you...no that's not right he's making love to you and it feels so good, it feels right to fall asleep in his arms.

Husk finally feels whole, he doesn't care that you were some pricks wife. For all he knew, Adam didn't deserve you, you were far too good for a man like him.

And Husk can't help but smile because you chose him to lose your virginity too, you stayed in hell over paradise.

He didn't feel like much of a loser anymore, not since you stepped into Hell.

And as for Adam, deep down he loved you and part of him must have known he should have treated you better but now he'll never know what could have been.

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

the same tv

words: 1.8k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, parent death, funerals, robbery, redemption/forgiveness, addiction, drinking (wine, not like hard drinking), tickling, cockwarming, they call themselves kids at one point but at no point are reader or rafe under 18, like itll make sense once you read it in context

the first thing you do when you enter your house is kick off your shoes. the next is to stop holding back your tears as they stream down your face. you can't even sob anymore, just silent, steady tears.

you sigh as you look around the entryway. there's been some changes since you moved away, despite only being out of your parents house for a little over a year. they replaced the grand portrait that was of your mom's parents with one of you, now taking the place of honor.

you look away before you get to the rest of the family photos. you've seen enough at the funeral. you walk further in to the house, bare feet against the shiny wood floor.

you pause when you hear something further in. you haven't forgotten how the old house seemed to speak, groaning and settling during strong winds or when too many people were crammed between it's walls.

this sound seems different, but you're also occasionally sniffling, your ears are shot from blasting music in an attempt to distract yourself, so you shrug it off and walk further into the living room.

the sound suddenly makes sense as you see someone stood in your living room, arms holding up your parents flat screen television, awkwardly trying to carry it.

you aren't even mad. you honestly don't care about the tv. or the fact that someone is trying to rob you.

you let out a bitter laugh before you sink to the floor. “of fucking course this happens.” you are glad you still have your purse slung from your shoulder as you pull your wallet out, quite aggressively throwing it at the robber who has now frozen.

“what?” he questions, lowering the tv to the ground and pushing his hood of his head, a dumb move for someone currently committing a crime.

“this has been the worst week of my life and now you're robbing me. just my fucking luck…” you let out a broken sob. “just take whatever you want and leave.”

the only things that matter to you still in the house aren't actually worth anything anyways. the photos of your parents, your dad's cologne that's half empty, the oak tree that your childhood dog is buried next to.

“i thought the people who lived here died.”

you pick your head up, a look of fury overtaking your face.

“they did. they're my fucking parents! and now they're gone and you're fucking robbing me! get the fuck out!” you stand up, pushing at the robbers chest.

he looks familiar, like you should know who he is but can't place him.

“im-shit. im sorry.” he says, allowing you to shove him away and out the door. 

“im really fucking sorry!” he yells again before you slam the door shut.

-- years later --

you park your car in the driveway instead of pulling it all the way into the garage like you know you should, but you need to know if you're correct about the man sitting on your front step.

“you're the kid that tried to rob me.” you say as you walk the sidewalk to the porch.

“yes.” he says, looking ashamed and a whole lot more grown up. “i was an addict and i owed a debt. my dad had just kicked me out of the house and i was on my own for the first time. it was stupid of me, but when i heard the people living here died, i thought it'd be a victimless crime.”

he sighs deeply, like even just thinking back to that time physically hurts. “i didn't even think that someone could have inherited the house. im so, so sorry.” 

he swallows thickly. “my mom died when i was young. my dad- my dad just died recently. he faked his death and i got him back, but he's actually gone this time. you know what you said about the worst week in your life?”

you think back those years. it's mostly a blur, especially the days surrounding your parents car crash and funeral, but you do remember breaking down in front of the robber. you nod gently, waiting to hear the end of his speal.

“i know what you mean now. and im sorry i hurt you. im sorry about your parents dying.” he pulls something out of his pocket, extending his hand.

you look into his open palm, realizing it's a ornate gold necklace.

“no.” you shake your head. “you keep it. you don't need to bribe me to forgive you.”

“i want you to have it.” he says. “it's… it's not a lot, but it's something. something to help make up for what ive done.”

you reach forward, carefully taking the necklace out of his outstretched hand, carefully not to accidentally bump his skin. 

“thank you.” you say, admiring the way the sun gleams off the metal. 

“im rafe, by the way. rafe cameron.”

“y/n.” you respond, undoing the clasp of the necklace.

“here, let me.” he takes it out of your hands, moving quicker than you can think as he steps around you. your hair is already up in a bun, so rafe is able to reach around and easily place the chain around your neck.

“thank you.” the weight of the necklace feels comfortable against your skin, like it's the last finishing touch you need. you are wearing your mother's earrings, your father's bracelet, and now you have the other piece of what made that time in your life so miserable, your robbers necklace.

“i… i guess ill be going now.” rafe says.

you turn and watch him walk away. you recognize so much of your former self in him, the clear grieving he's going through.

“are you sober now?” you call out before he reaches the end of your driveway.

“sober enough.” he shouts back. rafe doubts he'll ever truly be clean, but he can at least manage now, doesn't need the drugs like he used to.

“then come back for dinner tomorrow. we can talk.”

you can see the smile stretch over his features. “ill be there.”

-- three months later --

“shit.” rafe says, head snapping over to you. “this is the same tv.”

you giggle and nod, surprised it took him so long to realize. “i never really watch tv on the actual tv, so no need to replace it.” you shrug, the gold necklace still draped over your neck. you haven't taken it off except to shower and sleep.

“god, thats crazy.” rafe looks over to you. “imagine if we just talked back then.” 

you shake your head. “you just think you want that because we get along now. we were both in bad places.”

“you don't think we would have been hooking up back then?” rafe asks, raising an eyebrow at you, watching the way your thighs press together at the mere mention of hooking up, already feeling the urge to sleep with rafe even after having sex only a couple of hours ago.

“we were two scared kids. if we were hooking up we definitely shouldn't have been.” you giggle, reaching your wine glass out for rafe to refill, which he is glad to pour a more than healthy amount in.

“and now?” rafe looks down at his lap.

“and now we are two slighty less scared slightly older kids.” you giggle again, taking a deep sip before leaning across the couch cushion to press a kiss to rafes cheek, the movie you had put on long forgotten.

“rafe.” you wait until he looks you in the eye. “im here for you.”

“god, what have i done to deserve you?” rafe wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you on top of him as he flops back onto the couch. 

you let out a laugh before it's cut off with his lips. he kisses you heavily, hand against the back of your head, not allowing you to pull away, not that you want to.

you let himself get lost in your kiss. you wish you had someone to support you in the time you needed most, and you're determined to be that person for rafe now.

rafe easily dominates your mouth even though he's underneath you as you quickly work your shorts off, wiggling against him until your bottom half is nude.

you press against rafes crotch, still covered by his sweatpants. you feel his cock straining against the fabric as you rub your pussy against it, wetting the gray material.

“baby, please.” rafe groans. he would pull his cock out himself, but his hands are preoccupied holding you close to him as if his life depends on it.

“oh, now you don't like teasing?” you smile.

“alright, i deserve this.” rafe also manages a chuckle despite his straining erection. “but please. need to feel your pussy ‘round me.”

“alright.” you roll your eyes dramatically. you'll have to get revenge on rafe at a different time for edging you the other night.

you push his pants down his thighs until you're able to reach into his underwear and pull out his cock. you give him a few quick strokes before lining up your entrance and sinking down.

rafe let's out a moan, barely pulling his face away from yours. “you're so wet.”

“it's almost like i like you or something.” you roll your eyes.

rafe laughs before kissing you again, hand moving up to your hair, tangling his fingers between the strands.

you sit on his cock for a moment, adjusting, before beginning to move, up then down, up then down, subtle movements of your hips, not needing anything fast, wanting drawn out, wanting it to last.

the movie is long over by the time rafe finally cums, a hand finally moving down to rub your clit to make sure you get off at the same time as his.

by the time you're both satisfied, you're sweaty and exhausted. you don't even bother to pull off his cock as you rest your head against his chest.

“thank you.” rafe says softly, rubbing his hand over your back. you don't need to ask what for. you know. for being there. you'll always be there.

you look up at him, a small smile on your face. “how are we gonna tell people we met?”

things are quickly getting serious, and while he hasn't breached the subject with you yet, neither of you have been hiding how quickly you're falling.

“what, you think it's a problem that we met when i was robbing you?” rafe says, making you giggle, only intensified by his hand pressing into your side, fingers tickling you as you howl with laughter.

rafe flips you over onto your back so you're underneath him, keeping his cock pushed inside of you.

“maybe we should just tell people we met on tinder.” rafe shrugs.

you roll your eyes. “somehow that's more embarrassing.”

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[recluselecter]

Too Much

Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector

pairings: Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector summery: When Steven just can't take reader's teasing anymore, Marc steps in to help his friend. warnings: no pronouns, bottom! Steven, overstimulation, oral (m), hair pulling, Marc calls reader a slut like 2 times, Marc fronting midway through oral. Words: ~400

A small, desperate whimper escaped Steven’s swollen lips as yours wrapped around his cock for the umpteenth time that night. His hips couldn’t help but buck against your hands, already throbbing against your tongue.

“I- I can’t- Darling- Too much!” He sobbed.

A small part of you pitied the poor man, his voice high and teary from the amount of times you’d ripped orgasm after orgasm from him. The other part though… You desperately wanted to see just how far you could push him before he broke, before he really couldn’t take anymore. His lips parted as he came again, eyes rolling back as his fingers tightened in your hair even harder than before. It stung as he yanked your head away from him, his cum spurting over your face. His whimpers turned to grunts of ecstasy, hips rolling as his seed began to drip down your cheek to the corner of your mouth.

It wasn’t for another moment or two that you refocused on Steven, finding anger in his eyes. His usual kind demeanor was long gone, eyes half-hooded and lips in a tight line as your tongue flicked out to catch his cum.

“If you ever…” His accent was different. “Do that shit again…” Oh fuck.

“I will keep everything you want from us away from you.”

Oh fuck.

Marc glared down at you.

“I-I’m sorry-” You tried, but Marc yanked you back by your hair, forcing you to arch your back and bear your neck to him with a yelp. His lips grazed yours as he scoffed at your terrified apology. 

“It was too much for Steven. You know that? He forced me to front, because you’re too much of a slut to let the poor man take a fucking break.” You winced involuntarily at Marc’s harsh words, earning a laugh from him.

“Oh, did I hurt your feelings? You don’t like being my slut?” He taunted. When you didn’t answer, only shook in his grasp, he clicked his tongue, dropping your hair and allowing your spine some respite. You rested your forehead on his thigh, breathing hard as you tried to recover.

“You want this cock so bad? Take it.” When you looked up at him, confused, he groaned and took your hair in his fist again, more gentle than before. Instead of seeking your pain, he just guided your head to his cock, pushing you down until your lips were pressed to him. “Put it in your mouth, baby.” he ordered.

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[slutforleeminho]

Finding you again • Bangchan

(angst, comfort)

"Why?" You screamed at the top of your lungs; the neighbors were probably filling a noise complaint at this very moment. "Tell. Me. Why."

Is this what couples do? Go to sleep feeling alone and cold because there is no one beside them to keep them warm? Eat their meals in silence, on the rare occasion you even ate together? Scream at each other until there's no more breath in their lungs? Pick a fight as soon as the person they're in love with walks through the door, barely having enough time to take their shoes off? Because that's what yours and Chans relationship is like.

"I'm really not in the mood for this right now, y/n. I'm tired and I haven't eaten or slept in the past twenty-four hours. I don't even know what you want from me. I bust my ass to make sure you have a roof over your head and food to eat and you treat me like this." He looked perfectly fine to you though, refreshed even.

"I treat you like this?" Your blood was boiling. " You treat me as if I don't even exist. You stay gone all day and night and when you do come home you barely even acknowledge my presence. It's like your annoyed I'm even here half the time." Tears pricked the back of your eyes, but you refused to cry right now.

"Because you always have something to nag about. I'm always working too much or I didn't do the dishes or take the trash out. It's always something with you, I can never just rest when I'm here. That's why I'm always at the studio-"

"Oh, cut the shit Chan. We both know you're not always at the studio." You interrupted him.

"What are you talking about?" He was starting to get visibly irritated with this whole conversation, but you didn't care. you were done pretending like this didn't bother you.

"I know your cheating on me." It was your first time saying it out loud, and boy did it have a bitter taste.

Chans whole demeanor changed, his face fell, and his shoulders tensed. "What?"

"I'm not an idiot Chris, if you aren't getting it from me, you're getting it from someone else. I mean c'mon it's so fucking obvious, you're gone all the time, and you haven't touched me in months," This time a stray tear fell down your cheek, a result of having these emotions stored away for weeks. "If you don't want me anymore just say it, don't torture me like this, I can't take it, I care for you too much." And then it all came crashing down on you at once, the possibility that you might lose him, you might lose the beautiful life the two of you used to share. The late-night movie marathons, the times you'd cook dinner together, laughing at the way he was terrible at chopping vegetables. The walks on the beach where he'd pick you up and pretend to throw you in the water, getting a kick out of the way you'd hold on to him for dear life. The times when he kissed you before leaving for work, and made love to you when he returned, telling you how much he missed you while he was away. How much he loved you.

The next thing you knew you were sobbing into your hands, letting go of everything you kept hidden for so long.

Chan stood there, eyes glued to the floor, mouth agape. You were too busy crying your eyes out to notice the tears escaping past his eye lids too. "Do you really think I'd do that to you?" His voice broke halfway through his sentence.

"I don't know what to think anymore. I feel like I don't even know you." You whispered before finally wiping your tears away and raising your head to look at him. You were more than surprised to see his bottom lip quivering and his whole body shaking, in a silent cry. You didn't know how to react; you'd never seen him cry like this before. You wanted to lunge at him and hold him close, to take all his pain away and tell him everything would be okay, but he should be the one doing that for you, not the other way around.

"I'm so sorry," He sobbed. " I have no excuse to be so distant like this, but I'd never cheat on you. Like it or not, you're the only person in this world for me, and now knowing that you thought that was the reason I haven't been here hurts like hell, but I don't blame you, I don't even know why I've been like this, it's like I'm on autopilot, working until I fall asleep and do it all again the next day.

"Why didn't you just tell me that? Anything would have been better than the silence."

"I don't know, baby." A broken cry leaving his lips, but the pet name warmed your heart, and you couldn't help yourself any longer. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you than he has been in weeks. He immediately responded, hugging your torso and burying his face into your neck. If you had known he was feeling this way you wouldn't have sprung this whole thing on him the way that you did. "I just feel so numb, so I did the only thing I know how to do." Which was make music. Because that's what he did, poured every ounce of his emotions into the beats that he sewed together to make something beautiful. "I don't know what's wrong with me." You held him as he cried and explained how tired and confused he was as to why he couldn't feel anything. He had drained every last drop of himself into his work, that's why. He always put the members and fans first, inconveniencing himself every time someone asked him of something, picking up the other members and staffs slack just so they could meet their deadlines. He doesn't know how to pace himself; he goes, and goes, and goes until his body and his mind can't take it anymore. he can't feel anything because he's felt enough. He has nothing left to give.

"Shh, baby, it's okay. everything's going to be okay."

~

And so, for the next few months he was going to work on himself and rest, to regain what he once had. After that night you made him take a few days off from work so he could rest, in which he used the time to make up to you by making love to you several times a day. He set up a steady schedule for work, making sure he didn't stay any longer than nine to ten hours a day and taking the weekends off. He even stopped doing the things that the managers and staff were supposed to do, which resulted in them falling behind on many things, and made for a hectic couple of weeks. But in the long run people started to realize that Chris wasn't letting them use him as he was before, so they pulled their shit together and finally did their jobs correctly. This was the first time you've seen him so happy and comfortable in his own skin, and you hoped that it'd never end.

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[purplegrapevines]

Can't Talk Anymore

Pairing: dom!Vi x fem!sub!reader

Content: smut, rough sex, mommy kink, overstimulation, humiliation

Word count: 647

Drool falls down your mouth and your eyes are squeezed shut as Vi takes delight in your exhausted and limp body from her constant edging.

"F-fast..." you try to let out, but her thrusts are too hard and the angle is perfect as Vi's hands grab your hips and fuck you from behind.

"Aw, does baby want mommy to go faster?" Vi asks, brushing your hair to one side so she can see your fucked-out expression.

You nod frantically.

"Beg her for it." Vi says. A tear escapes your eye as you know she's going to force you to speak.

"P-please..." you managed. Vi laughs at your attempt.

"That was just pathetic. Beg mommy properly," Vi demands, still keeping her grip on your hair.

"Please... m-mommy..." you say.

"Please what? What do you want mommy to do, baby?" You sob in frustration. She knows what you want, why does she have to tease you like this?

"Mommy... go f-faster, p-please," you beg. You hands grip the sheet hard as you feel like you're almost there, but you just need a little push...

"Aw, does baby deserve it?" Vi asks.

"Yes! I'm good girl!" you scream. You were good for her today. Why can't she just let you cum?

"Hmm... I don't know about that..."

"No! Don't stop please!" you protest as you feel her ministrations become even slower. Vi laughs. This is fun for her.

"Beg mommy to make you cum," Vi demands.

"Please, please, begging... mommy!" you beg again as Vi gets just a bit faster, "please, please, I'll be good.. be good for you..."

"Ha... good girl," Vi says, finally speeding up. She accelerates way faster than you expected, making you scream.

"M-mommy!" you sob, "so good!"

"Mommy is making you feel good, baby, hmm? Cum for me."

A few more fast thrusts, and you finally let go with a loud wail. It's so fucking good and you see stars and it doesn't stop.

"Mommy..." you whimper. Vi strokes your hair gently.

"Shh... it's okay... you did so good, baby," Vi soothes, pulling her strap at of you as painlessly as she can.

"Thank you, mommy..."

"You're welcome, baby. Do you want more, now?" she asks, with a mischievous smile on her face.

"W-what? More? Can't, I'm tired," you argue.

"You're still able to talk, so you're obviously not tired enough, baby," Vi says with a smirk, reaching for your reddened pussy.

"No, please, it's hurting, it's too sensitive..." you beg. Vi ignores you as she reaches for your clit. You flinch at the contact and grab the headboard as an attempt to pull yourself away.

Vi's arm wraps around your waist and keeps you in place as she reaches under and rubs your clit harshly from side to side.

"Oww... ow, mommy, please, mommy..." you whimper, gripping the bedsheets hard as her arm held your ass in the air, giving her full access to stick her hand in between your legs with no fight.

Vi doesn't respond to your pleas as she begins to rub it faster, giving you barely any time to breathe.

"M-mommy..." you moan, the pain and pleasure making you dizzy.

You're limp in her lap, fully at her mercy, and she takes full advantage of it.

"Cumming, mommy!" you scream out as another orgasm hits you, washing over you like a tidal wave. The pain from the sensitivity made it so intense, but you loved it.

You hyperventilate as the rubbing continues for a few more seconds before she finally stops.

Vi sets you down on your stomach gently. She kisses your back and strokes your hair. You hum in satisfaction.

"Can't talk anymore, baby?" Vi asks smugly. You shake your head. She fucked you so good, you couldn't even form words.

She puts your head on her lap and softly coos you to sleep.

"Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight, mommy..."

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[psychwxrdd]

you try to breakup with yandere! roman godfrey

🎀: not bill being arrested for smoking the zaza lmao let my man be happy. this is something short i wrote on halloween last year and i felt like sharing today

warnings: yandere, obsessive love, dark themes, implied kidnap, horror, gaslight

"You don't mean that shit" Roman laughed. As if you just told the funniest joke he ever heard.

"You bet i did"

He keeps laughing, genuinely. He puts his hand on his chest, trying to calm down.

"You'd make a brilliant comedian" he nods his head, staring at the floor.

You felt so angry, so small. You hated not being taken serious.

"Grow the fuck up! You know this is not a joke, i fucking mean it, i'm done with you" You said sternly. The way he stared at you made you feel chills on your spine. He came closer, sitting next to you. He sighed. His hands caressed your cheeks.

"Look at me sweetheart" you didn't wanted to, you tried to stare at anywhere else, but the way he grabbed your jaw forced you to make eye contact "Repeat yourself, c'mon"

"I don't wanna do this anymore!"

"Then i guess we have to make you want this again"

Roman easily carried you on his shoulder and it happened too fast for you to react. You tried to scream, but he had his hands covering your mouth.

"Shut up baby", he told you as he walked to the attic, your desperated cries for him to stop weren't doing anything to him. Actually, he thought the sounds were very lovely.

He threw you as if you were nothing, your head painfully hitting the floor and you couldn't hold the loud sobs anymore.

"I let you hang out with those bitches for once and see it, this is how you start acting. You're gonna stay here untill you learn how to behave, and you're gonna act like my sweet y/n again. Yeah? You got that? Nod for me if you understand"

You nod, softly.

"There you go. I love you, sweetheart, but you can't keep hurting me like this... I'm not the bad guy for wanting the girl i love to respect me, you know? It's all on you." He stood closer to you, and you shifted, scared of what he would do "I will do anything i can to keep you mine, don't try me. I'm not afraid of doing anything that means you stay here forever."

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[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

PART 3 TO BESTFRIENDS BROTHER PLSSSS

Temptation- Ethan Landry x Fem!reader - Part 3

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: You're Quinn's best friend, who can't hold back their urges for Ethan any longer.

A/N: This doesn't contain smut, it's just more of a wrap up for the story. It's really angsty, a smidge of fluff. :) Thank you guys for reading it!

As Quinn looked back and forth between you and Ethan, you couldn’t say anything. She has a wrath that is terrifying to go up against. Ethan was bright red as he realized his mistake, but you could tell he was panicking. He knew that the possibility of the two of you being together just plummeted through the floor in a matter of seconds.

“Well, is anyone going to say anything?!” Quinn yelled. Her nostrils were flaring as the silence added fuel to the rage that was building inside her.

“It’s not a big deal,” you said, turning back around to take the pancakes off the pan before you started a kitchen fire.

“What do you mean, it’s not a big deal?! You’re fucking my brother!” She jumped up, walking over to Ethan.

“You’re such a fucking loser. You can’t find a girl on your own that would actually want to be with your pathetic ass, so you go after my friend?!” She snapped at him, and your mouth flew open before you even had a chance to process your thoughts.

“Don’t you fucking talk to him like that! He’s not a loser, and I want to be with him. You’re so caught up in trying to find someone for me to hook up with, that you don’t even care how I feel about anything. It’s like the main focus in your mind is me getting laid, when you know these guys you’ve introduced me to have NOTHING in common with me. Ethan and I could work. I could be happy, but I’m too focused on trying to keep you happy that I’m putting my own happiness to the side. It’s what I’ve always done, before anything happened with Ethan. I’m fucking done with it!”

After you finished your rant, you grabbed Ethans hand, leading him outside before Quinn could say anything else. You went to the patio beside the pool, before breaking down and sobbing in his arms.

“It’s okay, baby,” he said, gently rubbing his hand on your back.

“I know she’s my best friend, but I can’t take it anymore. You’re the first person I’ve had an actual connection with in a long time. I’ve had a crush on you for over a year, but I had to push that down to keep her happy,” you cried.

“You’ve wanted to be with me for that long?” he asked, curiosity playing in his tone.

“Yeah. I don’t know, I like that you aren’t like anyone else I’ve been with,” you said, as he pulled back to wipe the stray tears sliding down your cheeks.

As you stood there in Ethan’s arms, Quinn was watching through the patio door. She might be pissed, but she does love you and want you to be happy. As she watched Ethan comfort you, she saw a different side of him. She also realized that you must feel strongly enough about him to snap on her the way you did.

She opened the patio door to walk out to where you stood.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Her tone was completely different from before, which made you want to give your best friend a chance to explain how she feels, and you could tell her how you feel.

Ethan pulled away from you to take a seat in one of the patio chairs as you and Quinn walked to the other side of the pool. You both sat down on the edge of the pool, sticking your feet in the cool water.

“Why did you lie to me when I asked you if you had a thing for him?” she asked, significantly calmer than the yelling match that took place before.

“Because you act like he’s the worst person in the world,” you said, eyes tearing up all over again.

“Siblings don’t have to like each other, you know?” she said with a small laugh.

“It’s not like you just don’t like him, you hate him. I hate it when you talk about him the way you do. You see an annoying brother, I see a sweetheart that wants so badly to be cared about,” you said, kicking your feet under the water.

“I was livid when I realized that you hooked up with him, but after seeing him comfort you like that, I know he cares about you,” she sighed, looking across the pool to see Ethan.

He couldn’t hear the conversation, but he was watching the whole thing. He was trying to read your body language to know how it was going, a part of him was still scared that you’d want to cut things off with him out of respect for his sister.

“Ethan, come here,” Quinn yelled, him quickly getting up and walking over to the both of you. He pulled his sweatpants up to his knees before sitting on the opposite side of you, placing his feet in the water.

“What’s up?” he asked, Quinn rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you the way I did,” she said, the words tasing like vinegar as they left her mouth. She’s never apologized to Ethan for anything, but for you, she was willing to try.

He was taken aback at her words, not really knowing how to respond. You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“I know you want the best for her, and that’s what I want to be,” he said to Quinn, your heart starting to swell at his words.

“A few conditions, though. I’m not losing my best friend to my brother. I’ll share, but you’re not going to take her away from me whenever you want. I don’t want you guys fucking when I’m here, because I don’t want to hear it. And Ethan, I swear if you hurt her, I will kill you,” she said, a small smile painted on you and Ethan’s faces.

You didn’t need her permission to be with him, and you had all the intentions of trying to sneak a relationship. Now that you don’t have to keep a secret from the person you tell all your secrets to, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off your chest.

“I promise, I won’t hurt her.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #scream

[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche x fem!reader NSFW Headcanons. Smut. Cunilligus. Degradation. Praise. Female reader receiving. Mention of bondage. God Complex Scara. Dumbification. Vision play. Dacryphilia

a/n: This may or may not be the only thing I write today. We will see how the day goes. Anyways, enjoy.

Tagging @xxventiswindblumexx @kichikichiko

Scaramouche didn't need to breathe. He often takes advantage of that when he eats you out.

Sometimes, he would tied your wrists above your head just so he can enjoy watching you squirm, writhe, and moan, helpless while he sucked on your clit.

He will occasionally add his fingers, hooking them accurately inside of you, drooling rolling down his chin as he licked and sucked every sensitive place he could.

Bondage was a kink, but he more often than not left your hands unbound.

Scaramouche lived for feeling you dig your fingernails into his scalp. He made him shiver, and purr into your cunt. It let him know he was making you feel good, which only encouraged him.

He enjoys stopping you from wrapping your thighs around his head. He wants to hold your legs spread apart, feeling your thigh muscles quiver and tense with pleasure and desperation against his fingers.

Scaramouche will keep his eyes on yours the whole time.

Stroke his ego and you are in for a long, blissful night of edging and overstimulation.

"Scara! Your tongue is god tier! I can barely think!"

He would glare up at you, shooting little shocks of Electro against your clit with the tip of his tongue as he sucked and licked your puffy clit.

"Start begging slut, your God demands that you voice how good I am making you feel tongue fucking you. It's a privilege you don't deserve."

His tongue would tell you otherwise though. It would feel like his mouth was insatiable, his tongue working sloppy and thorough.

"Please, Scara, please! I'll beg like a good girl! Just let me cum, please!"

The smirk on his face would be unrivaled, especially if tears started falling from your eyes, sobs of pleasure mixing your moans as one hand gripped the sheets, the other pressing his face further against your soaking cunt.

"You taste and sound like a perfect slut should. I always feel so fucking drunk when I taste you."

Even his determined growl vibrating against your cunt would make your back arche with ecstasy.

"You'll cum when I decide you can, whore. Don't forget who controls you, especially when I have your legs spread for me. As your God, I'll taste your cunt as long as I please. It belongs to me."

When he hears you start to fall silent, he'll laugh, pushing three fingers to the knuckle ruthlessly inside of you.

Scaramouche's mouth will water at the sight of panting, drooling out the corner of your mouth as you twitched and moaned from overstimulation, babbling occasionally.

"Did I fuck you dumb, already? Wakey, wakey, slut! Your God can't hear you anymore!"

He will grip your hips tighter, sucking harshly enough to make you scream his name, shocked from sudden, rough stimulation.

Your head would spin.

Scaramouche's tongue would make you see the real stars in the sky.

"Cry louder before you cum, you dumb slut. You taste even sweeter when you cry in pleasure for me."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin headcanons #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n

[kissesforsatoru]

MINE FOREVER | wc: 1.1k

BONTEN! SANZU HARUCHIYO x GN! READER

₊˚⌗ after a bad argument with sanzu, you try to leave him. he doesn’t take it very well. or sanzu’s yandere awakening

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, violent thoughts, violent outbursts, threatening violence, choking, mentioned murder, possessive behavior, a lot of cussing, reader is in love with sanzu but vv scared of him, sanzu doesn’t really understand his emotions, comfort??? maybe??? it’s up to interpretation i guess, somewhat soft sanzu

"haruchiyo, you're being mean," you say while looking up at him through your tear-soaked lashes. your voice sounds so raw when you speak his full name, cracked and broken from all of the crying you've been doing, but no doubt the way he's been treating you attributes to the defeat in your tone.

he looks at you with an indecipherable expression, but inside of his head he's overwhelmed by thoughts assaulting him all at once at full force. mean? he's being... mean??? something about the word catches haruchiyo off guard. he's used to you screaming at him that's he's an asshole, a heartless monster, and anything else that dehumanizes and villainizes him in the worst ways, but you've never called him fucking mean before. what the hell does that even mean, and why does it hurt so fucking much to hear that coming from you? his hand reaches up hesitantly to rub at his chest where his heart is, irritated that it won't stop thumping painfully against his ribcage.

"what did you honestly expect from me, angel? i'm a murderer. murderers aren't exactly fucking nice you know," he spits, rolling his eyes. he immediately regrets it. why does he regret it?

a weak noise falls from your lips and the pang in haruchiyo's chest thrums faster, harder; he's now digging his nails into his skin with an angry growl, uncaring of if he starts to bleed. no wound, not even ones from knives or bullets, hurt as badly as whatever the fuck it is that he's experiencing right now. it's excruciating, and annoying.

you laugh, dry and bitter, "yeah, what did i expect?" you whisper under your breath just loud enough for haruchiyo to hear. you aren't agreeing with him, that much haurchiyo understands. you're questioning why the hell you're even with a crazy bastard like him.

he wants to strangle you for being so snarky, watch you struggle and beg for his fucking forgiveness for causing such a big fucking problem for no fucking reason; you should expect only bad from haruchiyo by this point, so why bother bringing up all the things he does wrong? but... sanzu doesn't move to put his hands on you even a little bit—something is stopping him. he doesn't know what.

"haruchiyo," you call, sniffling and biting back a sudden onslaught of tears, "this isn't working out."

another pang, and now a sudden feeling of restlessness itches at him along with it. shit, did he take a new drug and fucking forget about it or something? what the hell is going on with him?

"what?" he growls, finally taking a step towards you. you flinch, closing your eyes as you look away. haruchiyo ignores it despite the fact that, again, his heart aches and pounds and practically cries out in pain with the way it's beating so fucking loudly that the sound rings incessantly in his ears. 

he takes three more steps before he's right in front of you, bending down a bit so that he's face to face with you sitting on the couch. "you wanna fucking repeat that for me, sweetheart?" he hisses. you flinch again, leaning back a little bit so that he's not so close to you. you're shaking, which almost makes him smirk, but he's honestly too pissed off to really find any sort of amusement in your fear right now.

"this isn't working out, haruchiyo. i can't do this anymore," you whimper pathetically. a sob slips past your lips when haruchiyo slams his hand on the couch beside you.

"that's really too fucking bad. you're not leaving me," he snarls, pushing you down onto the couch and crawling over you to pin you under him. you whimper again when you feel his hand on your throat, right at the juncture of your neck and jaw, squeezing with enough force to be threatening, but not painful. he watches as you sob uncontrollably, hiccupping and choking on tears that slip between your pursed lips.

"haruchiyo, please," you barely are able to say through the scratchiness of your voice that cracks under each word, "you're scaring me. you always scare me, i—i can't live being scared all the time." you try to reason with him, but haruchiyo isn't a reasonable person in the least bit. he clicks his tongue.

"you're fucking mine. you belong to me; do you understand me? you don't get to leave me because of a stupid fucking reason like that. you don't get to leave ever." he squeezes on your throat tighter, still not tight enough to hurt you, but your hands instantly shoot up to grab at his wrist anyway. he doesn't try to push you off because you aren't a threat to him; he can easily overpower you and for that reason he lets you have your semblance of security.

"i asked you a fucking question, y/n, you better fucking answer me," he urges, leaning down closer to you to you to nip at your cheek in warning. you gasp and whine at the feeling and clamber to muster up a reply that will satisfy him in your fearful, anxiety ridden state.

"mhm, yes– yes, i understand, haru," you manage to get out, and you hope the nickname you always call him will help you to soothe him, reassure him enough for him to ease up and let go of your neck.

he looks down at you for just a few seconds that feel like hours under his intense gaze, and then, "good. don't you ever try to pull that shit with me again or i will break your fucking legs so you can't even dream of leaving me," he warns, letting go of your throat. he doesn't move off of you though; instead, he dips down and his tongue presses into your skin to tenderly lap at the tears that are still pitifully slipping down your cheeks, humming at the salty taste. you breathe out a sigh of relief and lay limply under him, allowing him to do with you what he pleases.

when he's done, haruchiyo lowers himself onto you all the way and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer into his body. he kisses at your cheek and jaw sweetly, and you hate to admit that the action lulls you, calms you down and makes you feel safe again—haruchiyo has that effect on you, unfortunately.

the pain in haruchiyo's heart has dissipated, and he feels at ease knowing you no longer wanna leave him. he realizes he would die if he ever let you go and he's going to make damn fucking sure that you don't.

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[charliedawn]

The slashers react to your first heartbreak :

Jason was not going to say anything. He had always found your boyfriend 'odd', but hadn't dared say anything.

And then, you came in with a tearful face and a trembling lip and he was certain of two things.

First off, you were hurt.

Two, he didn't like it.

He immediately took you in his arms and rocked you back and forth while you sobbed in his chest.

He wanted to hold you and tell you everything he felt, but he just kept hugging you tight.

Whoever had hurt you would come to regret it quickly.

He'd take down his favorite machete and make sure the man/woman who hurt you can't walk anymore.

Bo saw it in your eyes when you came home. You were heartbroken and he didn't say anything before grabbing one of his tools and storming out to follow your 'ex'.

It didn't take him long to catch him and beat him to a pulp.

"Squeal, little piggy. Squeal !"

Bo cackled before thumping his foot down on your ex's throat.

"You made MY girl/boy cry...I'll fucking kill you."

You tried to stop him, but to no avail.

Bo was dead set on making him pay for the pain he caused you.

"YOU'LL NEVER HURT THEM AGAIN, FUCKER !"

He then got out his shotgun and didn't hesitate before shooting your ex in the head. He then turned back towards you, blood splattered all over his shirt and a satisfied grin on his face.

"Oh ! Look at that ! He did have a brain afterall ?!"

The moment Brahms knew, he didn't waste any time stepping up. He knew you were hurt badly and the only way to make it all better was to be there for you.

"Brahms will...make you happy...Never go.", he said while holding you in his arms.

"I know, Brahms. Thank you for being my friend.", you said and his grip tightened slightly as he shook his head.

"No friend."

You laughed and thought he was joking, so you only eyed his arms around you.

"Rrright...I'm sure no friends would try to cheer me up."

But, he didn't laugh.

"No...friend."

He insisted before gently bending your body so your face may be above his.

"Brahms...Wants. Loves. Y/N."

Your eyes widened and you smiled through your tears at him.

"Y/N loves Brahms too."

He didn't hesitate before leaning forward to press his mask against your face, holding you tighter than ever. If you were to be alone, he'd be the one to fill the void. Forever.

"Human mad...Penny mad."

He bared his sharp teeth and growled in anger.

It was clear enough he had read your mind and found out what had happened.

"DON'T !", you cried out as he was about to jump out the house to tear your ex to pieces.

"HE MUST SUFFER !"

You hugged him and immobilized him momentarily. He didn't want to hurt you and you hid your face in his puffy collar.

"WHY ?!", he growled out—clearly confused.

"...Because I want you here with me.", you confessed and Penny's anger turned into bitter understanding as he wrapped his arms around you.

"...Alright, human. You can have me.",he begrudgingly agreed while plotting all the ways he was going to punish your ex once freed from your hold.

Your ex wouldn't see the light of day again.

Jack was so angry hearing about the way your ex had messed up his chance with you, he snapped.

"That fucker did...WHAT ?!"

You took a step back as various things went flying around you and Jack gritted his teeth.

He knew what was going on. He knew exactly what was going on through the little shit's head.

Because, he knew what they thought. He knew because they were him.

So, he would go there and knock some sense into the guy/girl.

Later that day :

"THEY ARE THE BEST FUCKING THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO US ! AND YOU DARE BREAK THEIR HEART ?!"

Jack then knocked your ex out with a book. He then savoured the fear from him and smirked as he raised his axe in the air.

"They gave you all the chances in the world. Now, ain't never going to get another one..."

Myers wordlessly stood up and walked out to return that night covered in blood and didn't even glance back at you before entering his bedroom.

It was just another victim. No need to dwell on it.

And when you saw on the news that your ex had 'mysteriously disappeared' ?

You didn't mention it to Michael.

You were just numb at this point and Michael understood.

He left you alone and occasionally cooked for you when he knew you were feeling really bad.

He even tried to feed you when you wouldn't.

He knew it would take time for you to heal, but he could wait.

He had all the time in the world.

Pennywise was on his way to complain to you about one thing or the other—but before he could utter a word...He noticed the tears.

He stopped dead in his tracks and could smell the faint scent of pain and grief in the air.

He then saw you were holding one of those things humans called "phones". From what he understood, whatever information you had received from the communication device had shattered your spirit.

He sighed and considered leaving, but his steps brought him closer to you instead. He crouched in front of you and hesitated before holding your hand and squeezing it.

"Don't cry, doll face. They ain't worth it."

He wiped your tears with his gloved hands and smiled.

"There are some folks worrying about you. Very worried. Very here. And very attached to you...And I may be one of them."

"...Pennywise", you uttered in a whisper and Pennywise's smile turned incredibly painful. He sighed again before rising to his feet and walking away. You didn't know what he was going to do until he turned back towards you and his pupils were a bright orange.

"Don't worry, doll face. They ain't gonna bother you ever again..."

Norman knew you'd come for a rebound. He wasn't an idiot. But, it was just too tempting to pass on.

He wanted to be a true gentleman and comfort you, but he realized that it was impossible.

He was just too happy about the whole ordeal.

He knew the two of you wouldn't work, because you belonged to him—no one else's.

He had kept his mouth shut when he had seen the way you had fallen so fast for the idiot, but he wouldn't anymore.

He trapped you in a tight embrace and kept you there as your tears coated his shirt.

And then, he did the one thing he had always wanted to do, but had never had the chance to.

He kissed you.

He wanted to suck all of the pain out of you. And, he even smiled when you started kissing him back.

The cops wouldn't find your ex's body for weeks, it would give him all the time in the world to convince you and heal you.

If that was the last thing he did...

"...He made you cry, huh ?", Freddy said knowingly and didn't seem his usual sarcastic self as he took a step forward and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

"Told ya. Assholes exist. Gotta learn to recognize them, lovely.", he told you and you sniffled before raising your hand above your heart—to check if it was still beating.

"...I think my heart is broken.", you said and Freddy smiled—but it was a sad compassionate one.

It didn't suit him.

"Yeah...You'll learn to live with it."

You closed your eyes and nodded before the corners of your eyes slightly tilted upwards as a thought crossed your mind.

"Funny...I'd thought you'd be happy. Or, that you'd try to get in my pants."

Freddy snorted before replying.

"Who says I'm not ?"

You looked at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing together.

Two broken souls laughing together on the first step of the gallows...

Freddy was broken, but he'd be fine to be broken with you. And whoever or whatever broke you ?

Well...There wouldn't be a night when Freddy wouldn't be hunting their dreams, eating them away until nothing remained but madness. And even in death, Freddy would bring them to hell himself.

"~Honey I'm back !", Eddie said with a big grin on his face, grin that immediately fell when he found you crying on his coach.

"What happened ?", he asked worriedly before sitting down next to you. He threw the concert tickets he had bought on the floor and you confessed.

"They broke up with me..."

"Idiot.", he didn't hesitate before telling you and then smiled sympathetically at you. "You're great. The greatest of them all. You are nice. You were always nice...even to me."

He held your hand and kissed the back of it.

"He didn't see his chance ? Too bad."

Eddie wouldn't make the same mistake.

That night, Ghostface made another victim. And Eddie won himself a chance to right his past wrongs.

He had let you go once, never again...

Eddie *gently tugs a strand/curl of your hair behind your ear* : "You'll be alright, sweetheart. I promise."

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #freddy krueger x reader #michael myers x reader #norman bates x reader #jack torrance x reader #pennywise 1990 x y/n x pennywise 2017 #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #pennywise x reader #bo sinclair x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #jason voorhees x reader #slashers

[l1tw1ck]

Almond Tofu

bottom!ftm Xiao x top!masc Reader

↳ W.C: 1,095

↳ [Event Request] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Aphrodisiacs, 69 Position, Riding, Creampie

Xiao was so grateful that you made him a delicious plate of almond tofu that he didn't even consider the fact that you could've laced it. He even trusted you to bring him somewhere to rest when he started to feel ‘sick’.

Xiao feels an odd sensation in between his legs, a throbbing need for something he doesn't know. He mumbles your name, you’re the only person who can satisfy his need. But what need? Why do you need to satisfy him? He doesn't understand.

He’s lying down on the bed, waiting for you to come back. He's too horny to stay still, he has to somehow take care of the feeling in his pussy, so he pulls his clothes off and spreads his legs slightly open. He slides two fingers down his cunt, surprised at how wet he is. He touches his clit, feeling good from it, and circles his digits around it.

“Need…need more..” He whines. “Please- please-” Tears threaten to fall from his eyes.

You finally re-enter the room, greeted with the sight of his wet pussy. “Xiao…” You place your hand on his leg. “Let me help you.”

Xiao moans from your touch. “Please..”

You lie down on the bed and pick Xiao up, having him sit on your face. Xiao’s eyes widen as your tongue works his needy little pussy. He rocks his hips and moans, needing more than your tongue.

He notices a bulge in your pants and feels drawn to it. He leans down and pulls your pants down and then your underwear. He gets slapped in the face by your thick length, a loud moan escaping his lips. If it were possible, Xiao would have hearts in his eyes. His tongue darts out to taste your pre cum, moaning softly as he goes in for more, sucking on your cockhead.

Meanwhile, you're drowning in his juices. You can tell he's about to come but he's barely acknowledging it, too focused on your cock to do so. You keep on going, tongue fucking his sloppy wet hole. Xiao's body shakes and his eyes widen as he squirts on your face, tightening around your tongue.

You pull him away from your cock, making him whine, and turn him onto his back. You, towering over him, waste no time sliding into his sopping wet pussy. You can't believe how good he feels.

Xiao comes again just from your entrance, squeezing your cock with a smile on his face. He finally feels better, the only thing he needs now is your cum. Unfortunately he doesn't know that yet. “More! Ple- please~!” He whines. All he knows is that he wants more.

You grab his waist and thrust into him aggressively, giving him what he desires. You watch his tits bounce with each thrust, making you want to grab at them. Xiao rolls his head back, gripping the sheets as you fuck into his tight warmth knowing you’ll never have the chance to do it again.

“You’re so pretty, Xiao.” You compliment him, earning a squeeze from the adeptus’ cunt. “You’ll look even better when I come inside you.”

Xiao moans wantonly, finally understanding what he's been craving. “Ple- please~!” He begs. “Please- please- please–!” He repeats it over and over like it’ll do anything.

“Look at you, begging like a cum slut.” You laugh. “Be patient.”

Xiao sobs, needing your cum more than anything. You weren't expecting the aphrodisiac to work like this but you're not complaining. It's likely because of the ingredients you added into it…

You turn Xiao onto his stomach and shove his head into the pillow. You raise his ass up and fuck him deeper than before. His moans are muffled by the fabric, hiding his whoreish sounds. The pillow is drowning in his tears.

You spank his ass. “Such an impatient little cum slut. I might not come inside you anymore.” You lie, moving your hand away from his head.

Xiao lifts himself up from his pillow. “Nn- no! Please!” He whines. “‘M sor- sorry~! Ah~!” He lets out a moan as you spank him again.

“You've turned into a complete whore.” You say, amused. “You want my cum this bad, baby?”

“Yes~! Wah- want your cum~!” He nods desperately.

“In your mouth, or in your pussy?”

“In- in my pu- pussy~! Please!” Xiao's cheeks burn red. “[Name], please~!”

Your thrusts become sloppier as you reach your peak and Xiao’s begging gets louder, thinking you're about to stop completely.

Thankfully for him, he feels you spilling your hot load inside him. Xiao rolls his eyes back, coming hard on your cock.

“Mo- more- cum please..”

“You're still not satisfied, huh?” You turn onto your back and pick him up, sliding him down onto your still hard cock. “Work for it.”

Xiao thinks of how you fucked him before, how your cock went in and out of his cunt. He’s never had sex before nor has he even ridden anyone so he has to take reference from your actions. He bounces up and down on your cock, his pretty tits bouncing with him.

“What a good boy.” You praise him, running your hands along his thighs. He twitches from your words and your touch, about to come again.

Xiao's movements become sloppy as your cock hits the best spots inside him, getting close to his climax. He stops before he comes, too weak to keep moving. Thankfully for him, you help him out.

You grab hold of his waist and bounce him on your length. “Can't even ride cock properly.” You chuckle.

Xiao rolls his eyes back, crying out in pleasure as you fuck him. All he can think about is how good it feels having you fuck your spend inside him, and how you’ll come inside him again.

He comes again, urging you towards your release. Since you already came, it won't take much more for you to do it again.

He can feel your cock twitching inside him, something he doesn't understand but loves. “Ye- yes-” Xiao whines. “So- so good~”

You slam him down onto your cock for the last time, filling him up for a second time.

This goes on for hours upon hours, up until Xiao passes out.

Xiao wakes up alone, copious amounts of cum dribbling out of his cunt. He remembers everything that happened, he feels embarrassed that he acted like that.

And maybe it's the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac or that he truly wants it, but he wishes you were here, stuffing your cum inside him again.

#wicks🕯works #wicks🕯requests #wicks🕯️events #top male reader #male reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #dark content #xiao smut #xiao x male reader #xiao x reader #tw noncon #🕯️xiao #🕯️genshin

[yxngbxkkie]

i love you (h.j)

so, i found a tik tok that you can watch here of hannie saying i love you. and, i wanted to write a fic based on it. it's kinda sad but it has a happy ending 🥹 i hope you guys like it! 💓

feedback is appreciated 🥰

"Are you seriously being this way?" Jisung asks you with pointed eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. "I told you that this month's going to be busy. Our comeback is coming up quickly."

You scoff and run a hand through your hair, getting frustrated. "Okay, and I get that," you tell him. "But, I also thought that you'd make a little time for your fiancé."

The dark brunette rolls his eyes before walking towards the front door. "You're really going to throw that in my face? You said you understood. This is my life. It's always going to be this way," he mentions, putting his shoes back on.

"Where are you going?" You ask him, looking towards the clock.

"I'm going back to the studio. I'm not going to sit here and argue with you over stuff you already know, Y/N," Jisung sighs, opening the door to your shared apartment. "You're being really clingy right now, and I just… I can't handle it."

You purse your lips as tears begin to pool in your eyes. "God forbid I worry about you, Jisung," you laugh, shaking your head. "If you don't want someone clingy, maybe we shouldn't get married."

Silence fills the shared space, and both of you avoid eye contact with one another. Tears begin to slide down your cheeks, feeling a little hurt that he's not fighting to stay with you.

You walk away from him first, heading into your bedroom. You flinch a bit when you hear the front door shut, silence continuing to fill your apartment.

Your lip quivers as you look down at your engagement ring. A sob escapes your lips as you slide the ring off of your fingers, gently placing it on the dresser.

After trying to stop yourself from crying so much, you grab your duffel bag out of the closet. You stuff some clothes into it, packing everything you might need for the next couple of days.

A part of you wants to text Jisung to let him know that you're not going to be home. But, another part of you wants him to worry. Maybe he'll come to his senses and not let this small argument ruin your relationship.

You tuck your hair behind your ears before wiping the tear streaks from your face. You slip your shoes on and walk out the front door, locking it behind you.

~

Jisung plops down in Chan's chair, releasing a deep sigh. He rubs his hands along his face as the argument he had with you replays in his head.

He checks his phone and frowns at the photo of you on his lock screen. Jisung slowly closes his eyes, knowing that he's not going to get anything done in this state.

He scrolls through his contact list and decides to call Minho. He presses the phone against his ear while staring at the white table.

"Ya," Minho answers after the third ring, hearing the sound of oil bubbling in the background.

"Minho hyung," Jisung starts to break down, tears spilling from his round eyes. "I think I fucked up."

"What happened? Where are you?" Minho asks him.

Jisung wipes his eyes while leaning back in the computer chair. "I'm in Chan's studio," he mentions, sniffling a bit. "Y/N and I got into an argument… a-and now I don't even know if we're together anymore."

"Ya, Han Jisung, I swear," Minho sighs. "You need to go back home right now and make up for whatever argument you had. Understand? Otherwise, you're going to lose her."

"O-Okay. I'll head there now," Jisung whispers into the phone, shoving all of his stuff back into his bag. "I'll talk to you later, hyung."

"Let me know what happens, okay?" Minho's worried voice reaches Jisung's ears, causing the younger boy to nod his head.

He hangs up the phone afterward and quickly rushes out of the studio. It doesn't take him very long to get back home. He pulls his house keys from inside his pocket, unlocking the door before opening it.

His heart drops at the sight of an empty apartment. The only light comes from the oven in the kitchen. "Y/N?" He calls out your name, slipping his shoes off.

Jisung's heart races in his chest as he checks each room. He checks the bedroom last and notices the ring sitting on the dresser. He swallows the lump in his throat, tears quickly pooling.

"No, no, no," he mutters to himself, gripping the ring until his knuckles turn white. He grabs his phone with his free hand, typing in your number before calling. He starts to panic when it immediately goes to voice-mail.

He takes deep breaths, feeling an anxiety attack coming on. Jisung redials your number, calling again. "Come on, baby, please," he begs to himself as he tries to call for a third time, getting the same result.

His hands shake as he looks at the screen, seeing your cheery smile break his heart more than it already is. He swallows the lump in his throat, moving to sit against the wall.

"I guess I'll just leave a message…" He whispers, dialing your number.

~

You wake up feeling like absolute shit. A groan leaves your lips, bringing a hand to your forehead. "This is what I get for crying myself to sleep," you sigh, pushing the covers off of you.

You glance around the hotel room you're staying in, your chest clenching at the thought of what happened yesterday. You reach for your phone and turn it on for the first time in twelve hours.

The first notification that pops up is a voice-mail from Jisung. You hover your finger over the message, debating on whether or not you should listen to it. You swallow the lump in your throat and decide to listen to it.

You press play and press the phone against your ear. Your heart strings tug as soon as Jisungs voice starts. "Instead of apologizing, I'll say I love you," he starts, noticing his voice is a bit raspy and you frown. "Thank you for worrying about me, I love you. Really, thank you. I love you. I love you so much. I love you immensely. I love you endlessly. I love you completely. I love you so much. I really love you. I love you the most. I love you the most in the world. I completely, madly love you."

By the time the voice-mail finishes, you're crying your eyes out. You cover your mouth with your free hand, not wanting to be too loud with your sobs. You pull the device away from your ear, not hesitating to call him back.

You click on his contact and press the phone to your ear again, listening to it ring. After the fifth ring, Jisung picks up. "Honey?" He mutters, causing your breath to hitch. "Baby, listen, I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to call you clingy. It's just… this comeback is really exhausting, and I took it out on you. A-And I know that's not an excuse, but I don't want to lose you. I won't survive."

"Jisung," you cry out, his words making your heart hurt even more. "I don't want to lose you either."

"Come home, please," he begs before mumbling incoherently. Your lip trembles as Jisung starts to cry on his side of the phone. "I love you so much. I'll work on myself, I promise. Please marry me still."

"I'll still marry you, baby," you whisper, sniffling. "I'm sorry I left. I'm coming home right now."

You stand up from the bed, quickly making it before gathering your things. Jisung's still on the phone with you, and his voice comes through the device.

"You have nothing to apologize about, honey. This is all my fault," he reassures you. "When you come home, can I give you a kiss?"

A breathy laugh escapes your lips, and you grab a tissue to wipe your nose with. "Yeah, baby, you can give me a kiss," you tell him, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You pause what you're doing as your gaze is fixed on the marble sink. "You pinky promise this won't happen again?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die, honey. I will never, ever do this again. I love you."

"I love you, Han Jisung."

~

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8

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[m3ang0thgrlfrnd]

mean!soft dom!stu brainrot<3 .

a/n - back in my poly!ghostface thirst era, i'm not apologizing either. this blurb was made a while ago and i published it on my old tumblr stuillyspsychogf , so if this seems familiar that's why . happy reading everyone <3 !!

content warning - overstimulation, coercion, manipulation (kind of?) , breeding/creampie ig , pet names, mocking. tell me if i missed anything.

There were tears in your eyes as you were on the edge of your third orgasm of the night.

"P-please.. can't take anymore." You whimpered out. It was barely even audible. But Stu heard you.

Stu pulled out of your walls slowly just to slam back into them a second later.

Stu's mouth hovered over your right ear panting heavily and breathing shakily for a few minutes before saying, "Sure you can, sweetheart. You've been such a good girl for me, you really want to stop now?" He asked before slowly pushing himself further into your pussy, hitting your g-spot which caused your toes to curl and your fingers intertwine with the white satin bedsheets.

You softly let out a string of moans, your back arching, before letting out a weak mumble. "N-... n-no."

Stu let out a breathy laugh before he pulled out some then pushed right back in, hard.

Stu let out a few groans of pleasure, rocking his hips into you with a rhythmic thrust, absolutely loving the sounds of your squelching pussy tightening on his cock. He felt like he was on Cloud 9, like he had found nirvana.

Stu's hands reached the front of your neck, bringing your ear up to his mouth."Such a fucking good girl, aren't you?" He cooed into your ear as you moaned and nodded your head, feeling your pussy getting impossibly wetter by his voice.

"Say it baby. Say that you're my good girl." He demanded you as he started fucking into you harder, making it impossible for you to keep in your scream.

He wanted to drive you over the edge, he wanted to see you break, wanted to see you cry. And he wanted to be the reason for it.

Stu tightened his grip on your neck, "Any time now, angel." He taunted you, a sick grin on his face as he watched you turn red in the face.

You brung your index and middle finger up to Stu's hands, and tapped them, signaling you needed to say something. Stu took his hands off of your neck, bringing his arm to it instead, but not choking you.

"I-I-.. I'm your-" You cut yourself off with a moan as Stu kept on hitting your g-spot over and over again, groaning into your ear as your cunt clenched on his cock.

"I'm y-your good g-girl, Stu! Fuck!" You cried out, the tears in your eyes rolling down your cheeks as you started to sob from the feeling of overstimulation.

Stu pulled out of you, the sound your juices sloshing out of your pussy. He turned you around, your face facing his, his facing yours.

He let the swollen red tip of his cock tease your clit, moving it up and down extremely slowly causing you to mutter a string of curses under your breath before slamming back into you.

"St-Stu!" You screamed so loudly you were sure the neighbours could hear you.

Stu grinned at you, "You're doing so good, Y/N. I'm almost there.. fuck!" He groaned out, his rhythm turning into an untimely thrust.

His face got closer to your neck as you tangled your hands into his hair, gripping on it so hardly like it was the only thing that connected you two. Stu moaned in mixture of pain and pleasure.

You could feel that you were close. "P-please, Stu! I'm gonna cum!" You cried out.

"Go on, angel. Cum for me. Let the whole fucking town know how good I'm fucking you." He said into your neck.

That was all the approval you needed as your third orgasm ripped through you. Your thighs shaking, your moans and screams getting louder as you let the hot white take over you.

It didn't take Stu that long after to cum. After a few more thrusts, he slowed down, a few mutters of your name coming out of his mouth, as he came deep inside of your cervix.

#billy loomis fic recs #billy loomis #stu macher #scream #scream (1996) #tatum riley #sidney prescott #randy meeks #poly!ghostface #slashers #fem reader #smut #slasher smut

[thebloodredraven]

Akatsuki Secret [sub] Kinks - Part I

lineup: itachi uchiha, hidan, konan, sasori warnings: mentions and descriptions of rough sex, degradation, dumbification, mommy kink, humiliation, r*pe play, and edging, gender inclusive

- x - notes: I've had this in my drafts for a little while (a year lmao), but I couldn't get Hidan fleshed out tbh. His was hard. Anyways: minors do not interact, comment or reblog if you like it, and make sure to support other fanfic writers ♥ I only do these when the moment strikes so idk when the second part will be published but it'll get done! thanks ♥ - x -

Itachi: degredation/humiliation

Sure, he could be the best pleasure dom you've ever come across ever. Ever. But have you considered he gives you all the praise because he's tired of hearing it for himself? Every waking minute of his life, he has to hear about how great he is. How powerful he is. How nobody will ever amount to his power and prowess as a shinobi. Praise, envy, recognition, infamy, compliments, shoe-shining, ass-kissing, blah blah blah blah blah. He's heard it all before and he's sick of it.

You can't convince me he wouldn't fold, or at least pause him in his tracks, if someone told him he wasn't as special as everyone claimed he was. That he wasn't worth the hype. That you expected more from someone with his name. That the way he was writhing and keening from your fingers milking his prostate because he hates being edged was unbecoming of him. That Uchiha pride of his would fight back against the accusations and his eyes would burn with hatred, but the beet-red blush that covers his entire face and chest while you're impaling his wet throat tells you he feels otherwise.

That man wants to be spit on and called a cock-sucking whore while he's ass up taking a strap. Call him pathetic. Tell him how stupid he looks with his fucked-out face smothered in the pillows and slick all over his chin from when you sat on his face and smothered him until he couldn't breathe. Laugh at him when he begs for air by tapping your thighs. Ask him how he'd feel if his entire family could see him in a position that would bring the whole clan to shame, and he'd feel freer and more liberated than he has his whole life cause all the expectations people placed on him are GONE and he can just be your dumb little toy.

Konan: dominatrix

I feel it in my gut that this woman is a dominatrix at certain times. She feels like a switch, but the few times she needs to be in that special space? Needs to feel some semblance of control because everything else around her is out of her grasp because someone else has what she wants in their clutches? That's when she slips into that headspace.

Unlike Itachi as a pleasure dom, she's a no-nonsense woman and expects to be obeyed. You'll be rethinking about how you backtalked her when your top half is hanging off the bed while she fucks you with a brutality she learned to harness on the battlefield, the only thing keeping you from falling being her strong grip on your hips.

You've got drool sliding down your cheek and a tight grip on her wrist while she forces moan after moan after moan from you until you're screaming and crying for her to stop. Because after four messy, powerful orgasms you can't take it anymore. It's too much. She'll slow down once she sees you sobbing and bend down to kiss away your tears, letting you get a breather, but she's not pulling out. In fact, you're too dazed by her lips to realize the meaning behind her sliding her hands up your body to rest at the juncture of your neck. She presses one more tender kiss to your ears before whispering in a deceptively kind voice, "I know it's a lot, baby. But you know tears don't move me. Until I hear that safe word, you're going to take it until I'm satisfied you've learned your lesson. Now stop whining and spread your legs wider. You're in for a long night."

Hidan: dumbification/tenderness

You'd think this one would be easy because what you see is what you get most of the time with Hidan: a sadomasochistic pain-obsessed BDSM freak with very little boundaries. He typically requires a lot from sexual partners because that's all he's used to: intensity. Everything with him is always blood, violence, screaming, sacrifice, Jashin, Jashin, Jashin, kill, kill, kill. R8P play, flogging, knife play, golden showers, and even killing him are not above his desires. But this is about secret kinks. There are enough fanfics about him loving the thrill of being bullied by big muscular men to the nth degree, but what's something he'd keep hidden from everyone else? One he might actually feel embarrassed about sharing with someone? One he'd go to great lengths to hide because it's the one thing he's ashamed about feeling like he needs? It's not a kink at all. It's a human emotion that he craves to feel during the moment more than he's willing to admit: It's tenderness. It's making love to him to slow his mind down and coaxing his orgasms from him in a way that doesn't overstimulate him and watching him make sense of it. It's enacting acts of violence against his body with spiked whips, chain-shibari, and barbed wire but pressing a kiss to his fresh, bloodied wounds at the same time. It's making him understand that he craves violence and hedonism because it's the only form of control he ever has and taking it away from him is a risk you love him enough to take. It's being in the throes of pleasure and getting him right to his peak before forcing him to keep eye contact as his pleasure spills over and wracks through his body in waves because of the softness and admiration aimed towards him at his most vulnerable. He'll NEVER admit it out loud and he'd actually kill you if you brought it up any time outside of the bedroom, but you know. He knows you know. It works out.

Sasori: MMlb/DDlb

I see this man portrayed as a hard dom 98% of the time and I'm not mad about it, but........ The same man that figuratively and literally wears a hard shell of a mask to hide his vulnerable and delicate nature? The man that finds beauty in the most macabre things because it's everlasting and immortal, therefore will always be remembered and praised? The man that found peace after death because someone finally understood him? The man that created puppets of his parents for some form of connection to the intimacy that he was robbed of? The Scorpio? That man needs a Mommy with a capital M. He wants to be nurtured. He wants to be held. He wants someone else to hold the strings to his heart for a change. That bad attitude and mean streak doesn't change the fact that that man is a bottom; a bottom leaning switch at MOST.

#are these actual headcanons or am I projecting because I'm a dom? the world may never know #akatsuki headcanons #itachi uchiha #itachi x reader #sasori #sasori x reader #hidan #hidan x reader #konan naruto #konan x reader #the akatsuki #naruto #naruto shippuden headcanons #naruto shippuden

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - Grief - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

A half remembered promise broken...

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

It was only afterward, when dawn's light slanted through the shutters, that the tears came.

"Fuck." Sevika's breath jittered. "Not again."

Silco said nothing. Just held her, awkwardly, as the sobs began. By now, he understood. She wasn't crying for him. Wasn't even crying for herself. It was an ache so far down, words couldn't give it shape. The best he could do was listen.

He'd learned how, with Nandi.

"I'm sorry," Sevika breathed. "This was a shit idea."

"You think so?"

"Fuck, no."

She fitted herself against the sinewy curvature of his body. Watery sunrays slid across the bedspread, nearly touching their twined legs. His fingertips traced the smooth dip above her hipbone. She had none of her sister's softness. But she had her strength. Silco liked strong bodies: the muscles, the scars. Proof of a lifetime's work, and the toll it takes.

Sevika's was young in those days. But the marks were already indelible. There’d be many more before the end. 

And he'd be the cause of most.

"I miss her," she said. "I miss her, and she'd hate it."

"Hate what?"

"Seeing me like this." She wiped her webbed lashes. "Seeing me with you."

"She's past seeing." He felt a tremor, and circled her close. "What? It’s true."

"It’s not, Sil. The dead, they're always with us." Her head tipped back, eyes on the ceiling. "Sometimes, I hear her footsteps in the kitchen. I'll be in bed, just waking up. Still rubbing the grit from my eyes. And she'll come floating in, with that glide of hers, holding a cup of tea." Her throat worked. "That's what she’d make me every morning: a cup of tea. She'd put it on the bedside table, nudge me awake, and then go off to the Temple. And I'd lay there, listening to her footsteps in the hall. Waiting for the door to shut, so I could sneak a smoke with the window cracked."

"She knew you smoked in here?"

"She was deaf, not blind. But she let me do it. Said it kept the bugs out." She exhaled a too-wet laugh. "Now the whole place is crawling with roaches. There's stacks of dishes in the sink. Dust on everything. Nothing in the pantry. It's a shithole, and I can't stand to sleep here alone. But… I don’t want to move anywhere else, either. I always thought we'd grow old here. We'd die together. In this flat. On this bed."

"Like invalids?"

"Like sisters." She lay a palm against his chest, learning the cadence of his heart. "You’ve never had any, have you?"

"No." Silco was quiet a moment. "Just brothers."

"Vander."

"Before. Long ago."  His fingertips stroked, lightly, up the vertebra of her spine. "I barely remember anymore.  Except for the dirt. The hunger. The cold. I never gave a damn about dying in a bed. All I wanted was not to die at all."

"You haven't changed much."

His palm found the nape of her neck, and rested there. "I’ve no plans to."

"Hope so." She smiled, crescent-shaped, against the damp crook of his neck. "Hope you’ll always stay the same hard-driving bastard from the mines. With a bergamot in his pocket and a big speech for everything." Her eyes met his, darkly sheened. "Don't change, Sil."

"If death's the alternative, I'll do my best." He cupped her chin. "What about you?"

"Same." She bit the hollow of his palm. "Just a good-time girl from Oldtown. No money, but a mean right hook."

"Meanest in the Lanes."

"It's all my old man left me." Her eyes slid to the window. Daylight was cutting through the slats: the night was slipping away. "He was a piece of shit. Not always, mind. When Amma was alive, he was decent.  Couldn't help himself. She was like Nandi, you see. Soft. Shining. Brought out the best in everybody."

"He loved her?"

"More than life. That was his endearment for her. Jaan. It's from the old country. Means life. He'd sit there at the fighting pits, the big brute, with bloody knuckles and a split lip. But the minute she floated into the stands, he'd be all mush. Like a little kid. You should've seen him." Her laugh vibrated against Silco's skin. "She spoke the language of the mystics. Same as Nandi. When she'd go to the Temple, he'd wait outside on the steps. All respectful, like a foot soldier. When she came out, he'd have little gifts for her from the market. Offerings, almost. Jasmine buds to braid into her hair. Cheap stone rings. Little sachets of perfumed incense. Sometimes, a book, so she could read to him. Her folk were lettered. She had a calligrapher's hand, and a scholar's fluency. Evenings, she'd teach us all: me, Rohan, Nandi. My old man, too. He couldn't pen more than his name, but he'd hang on her every word. Like the rest of us did. It's what she deserved." Sevika shut her eyes. "Then she died birthing Raakesh. And everything decent in my old man died too."

Silco thought of Mother, and her slow unspooling into madness after Daddy's drowning.

"Grief does that," he murmured. "It finds the cracks—and splits them wide." His palm smoothed a soothing path: her shoulderblades, her spine, the small of her back. "You were young when your father turned."

"Old enough to remember the difference." She nestled closer, her knees curling. "You couldn't unsee it. Nobody could. It was like an open wound. It bled all over. He bled all over too. With his brawls, and his bottles, and his fists. In the streets, he'd take it out on whoever crossed his path. At home, he'd take it out on us. Me and Nandi. Rohan. Sometimes even Raakesh, and he wasn't more than a tot." Her jaw gritted. "That was the worst. Seeing the fear in his eyes when our old man shambled home. The same eyes Amma had. She passed 'em down to all her children—and he couldn't look at them without losing his mind. Every day, we were a reminder of who was missing. A slap in the face. So he'd dish one out in kind."

"Nandi protected you."

"In more ways than I can count."

"And now, you're trying to do the same."

"Huh?"

Silco's thumb found the notch of her chin, and tipped her head up. Her eyes were a bloodshot well.  "You think I'm on a self-destructive tear. Same as your father."

Her lips parted, quivering. Then: a sigh. "I know what grief does, too. Especially when it's not just grief."

"Meaning?"

"I told you. There's too much rage in you, and no place to put it." She lay her palm over his heart. "Nandi knew. She could tell right off.  She tried to keep the worst of it at bay. She'd soothe you, and talk to you, and hold you. That was her gift, seeing into the hearts of people. Knowing what they needed. But her gift couldn't fix this. Couldn't fix you. She could only stanch the bleeding." Her fingers curled, as if capturing his heartbeat. "Now she's gone. And you've got nothing to hold you back. No one."

Silco said nothing. He only took her hand, and held it.

"I know," Sevika goes on, "what everyone says. How she was better than me, and all the rest. The good one. The pretty one. The patient one. But that didn't get her anywhere, did it? I'm the one still here."

"So you are."

"You are too." She blinked hard. But a tear slipped loose against her will. "You're all that's left. Of her. Of any of it."

His thumb traced the teardrop's path. "You've got it backwards, love."

"No. It's true. You're more like her than I'll ever be. You both had that specialness, that—I don't know. That grace. Like you were from a different world. Like you could change ours, with just a whisper. Vander's got it too. Only his burns bright as the sun. Yours… it's something else. Something down deep." Her lips were dry. They caught against his, like the words. "Don't lose it, Sil."

He gave her nape a firm squeeze. "I won't if you won't."

"I'm serious. When we take the fight Uppside, you've got to keep it wired. Don't go off the rails." She gripped him fiercely. "I'm no good with words, but I've got two fists. They're yours, as long as you don’t lose your head." Her voice cracked. "Don’t lose it. Promise me."

#arcane #arcane league of legends #silco #arcane silco #forward (never forget)/xoxo #forward but never forget/xoxo #nandi #arcane zaun #arcane piltover #sevilco #silco x sevika

[qawcamiz]

Can I request for alhaitham fanfic where sensitive!reader agreed to prank alhaitham for whole day but immediately failed cuz alhaitham beaten them to it? (wouldn't mind a little spice :3)

ignoring him prank – Al Haitham

synopsis ; you were dared by none other than your friend, Nilou, to ignore your boyfriend for 24 hours, as the day proceeded by, you eventually accepted that dating someone and having the person you held dear better than your life be unable to talk to with is complicated, you had been doing slightly fine at neglecting him, but you could no longer maintain yourself from being drawn back into him when he began passing over you too.

warnings ; bittersweet, slight spice, teasing, kissing, BRUH MAKING OUT

notes ; this might be shitty written I wrote this when I was half drunk 🧍🏻‍♀️

ignoring alhaitham is probably the worst prank you'll ever do, the prank had started and it was requested by nilou herself.

but it's like the table has flipped! it's YOU suppose to be ignoring alhaitham for the rest of the day, but he's also ignoring you and focusing on his books instead.

you've never felt third-wheel in your whole life! this morning you cooked breakfast before starting the prank, and he didn't even say a word to you at all! 'is he also pranking me??? how dare he!'

you couldn't help but feel saddened, you wanna kiss and hug him, 'stupid nilou!!!!!'

"What?" you turned around to see alhaitham sitting behind you, with those beautiful emerald eyes you can stare into forever.

you were so caught up with your thoughts you almost forgot that he asked you something.

you continued the prank, you crossed your arms and pouted, trying to act annoyed.

alhaitham rolled his eyes at you and continued reading his book, you were shocked! 'did my baby just rolled his pretty eyes at me?!' you wanted nothing more than to smack him.

you kept your cool, this situation was funny for alhaitham but you were frustrated! he could've done better with this prank.

I mean, it wasn't even funny anymore! and you were going impatient, the urge to speak first is hard!

he should know that he's gonna get a good slap from you. "u-um..." you tried to find words, 'how am I supposed to say what I want to say now?'

alhaitham looked at you for a second then sat up to go to the bedroom. 'damn it! no no no! I'm not gonna tear up! stupid stupid stupid prank stupid alhaitham!' you smacked your head.

'why was he doing this to me? this isn't fair!! you sighed and, you lay on the couch staring at the ceiling. "alhaitham... my love..."

you bit your lip, this was probably the last thing you'd ever prank him. he'll probably laugh at you.

"...Alhaitham..." you whispered his name again. your mind started spinning, it got louder and louder as time went by.

the longer you stared at the ceiling, the louder you thought 'fuck it.' you're really stupid! if only you had never agreed to start this stupid prank! now look at where we are.' you stood up. 'this is my fault anyway, I shouldn't have agreed to it... this is all my fault!'

the tears fell from your face, and you felt so weak. 'darn it why am I crying!' you sat up from the couch, and went to your shared room.

the door was wide open, you found alhaiham with earphones on and his back facing you. you walked quietly to him and hugged him from behind, wrapping your hands around his waist.

you could tell he was surprised to see you hugging him but still didn't react. 'damn it!!' you felt humiliated! you let out a sob, which made alhaitham turn around.

he chuckled, "are you done pranking me?"

he reached for the headphones and removed them slowly, his face softened when he saw you crying. he put the headphones down and held you tightly, rocking you back and forth.

"sorry... I just couldn't do it..." you sniffled a few more times, before letting out a loud sigh of contentment.

"you seriously can't talk to me at least for a day?" you wiped off some of your tears and pulled away from him a little. you glared at him and pouted slightly, making him chuckle.

"It's not funny." you playfully hit him lightly.

"yes, it is." he gave you a small smile and kissed your forehead, causing you to blush a deep red. "can you... kiss me?" you stuttered a little.

"don't want to." he joked. you gave him a dirty glare, "alright then.... I guess I'll leave." you pouted again, wiping another tear from your face. before you could leave the bed you felt him grab onto your wrist and push you to bed.

he climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head. "I can give you more than that," he whispered.

you smiled softly and looked at his handsome features; it was rare to see him so serious for once. your heart began to race as he leaned closer to your neck.

"don't stop please." you pleaded. he smirked and placed a soft kiss on your neck, "if you keep begging me, I might..."

you blushed and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips against your skin. "alhaitham..." you moaned. "hmm?" he hummed. "I missed you," you breathed. he smiled again and moved his head lower, kissing your collarbone.

"We live in the same house though." he teased. you shook your head gently, "so?" you pulled his head towards yours and pressed a quick kiss on his lips.

your lips lingered for a moment before pulling apart. "I hate you... you're the one who's been avoiding me all day!" you exclaimed, trying to sound angry, "and the way you left whilst ignoring me or not even saying goodbye? you're lucky I didn't throw the kettle at your head!"

he laughed, "I just did what you did," he grinned at you, and you rested your hand on his cheek, stroking his face tenderly. "I ain't moving on with that prank... even if it means I gotta stay up half the night thinking of new ways to piss you off..." you muttered while laughing quietly.

"you're such an asshole." you groaned and threw a pillow at him. you laughed harder before returning the pillow to its place. "you deserve it!" you shouted, he cocked his head to the side with a grin. "well," he grabbed hold of your chin and placed one last peck on your lips, "you'll get it." he said sweetly, leaving a trail of kisses along your jawline.

you tilted your head forward, letting your lips linger with his, 'now it's my turn to annoy you.' he pulled away after a few seconds, looking at you through hooded eyes. "I love you," you whispered, knowing he would tease you with some cheesy shit about being sappy.

you expected him to laugh it off, but he stayed quiet and continued gazing at you with adoration. he pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your neck.

he mumbled 'i love you too... so much...' before resting his chin on top of your head. KAKDKWKFKJWJZJWJSNWBBDBQJSJW

idk why but dang this rlly got me, there's no way im having a QLEKNWNENWNEmoment with this its so?#!#! hes hot

anyways js got scara feelin good rn

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