#late night frustation

[kiyosw]

How bout ei and miko (separate) with an s/o thats like a werewolf who goes into a rut an ends up knocking them up

MY ***** IS ON FIRE, & YOUR **** IS THE EXTINGUISHER.

CHARACTER(S): RAIDEN EI, YAE MIKO.

— WARNING(S): NSFW, GN READER WITH WOLF TRAITS, READER IMPLIED TO HAVE MALE'S GENITALIA, CREAMPIES (ALL), BREEDING KINK, SCRATCHES, POSSESIVE MARKING, CRYING FROM PLEASURE.

NOTE: sorry for the long response, went through a hard writer block😓😓 anyway, here u go!

ei as the loving archon she is, keeps the dates on where your rut/breeding season usually happens.

but what if it came too soon?

she noticed your abnormal habits today. Ragged breaths, excessively warm in touch, fluffy ears down, tail waggering slowly, glowing and teary eyes that only happens when it's already that time.

eyes tearing up from the frustation and lust that's very present, Ei knew you entered your rut week, despite it being a few days early.

your quick senses indicated that she's only a few steps away. Not wasting any moment, you quickly pounced on her.

your body desperate for her touch that doesn't need any explanation because of the throbbing bulge against her thigh, she let you relieve your frustration into her.

you're rutting your hips against her crotch, your mouth busy on her right breast and your hand on the other. the now lust-filled archon can only look at you, whiningly moaning with every sensation you make her feel.

pulling back from her body, then suddenly her thigh lightly touched your raging manhood underneath your clothings.

that simple accidental touch fueled your desire to fill up her desperate pussy over and over again. <3

patience incredibly running low, you hastily tugged on your belt and buttons, and pulled down your underwear.

the tip already leaking with precum, length and veins throbbing and standing proud. the sight of your cock is enough to make her pussy twitch with anticipation.

inserting the tip hurriedly already made you whine needingly. your thrusts so deep that any moment now your tip might reach her womb. <3

"ah!~ d-dear, slow d-down— nghhm!"

slightly scratching your sensitive ears was enough to get your dick twitching and ready to release your thick load for her.

thrusting into her dumbingly, your drool making it's way to your chin because of the highlightened pleasure caused by your heat.

not even able to her your dearests pleads to slow down your trhusting as you're too drunk on the thought of pumping her cunt full of your thick cum. <3

not even stopping after cumming inside her, just marking her porcelain neck as a reminder that she's yours, while thrusting again into her needy hole.

"mnngff fuck, fuck, fuck ei im gonna cum deep into this pretty pussy of yours until you carry my child."

whimpering and whining top of her as you still continued to thrust deep inside her cunt, both your releases making such a lewd, squelching noise.

folding her almost in half that her legs are aching from how high it's being held, her screams and tears of pleasure continues while she just keeps on being a good girl for her needy, little wolf. <3

releasing in her so many times that your cum infused with hers just gushes out of her hole afrer thrusting back to her cunt that's still needy for your cum. pussy already wrecked and filled, yet she still wants to feel your cock all over her.

but what if your rut happens early because of her own heat occuring now?

WARNING: READER IS CALLED AS A "good little wolf", SIZE DIFFERENCE, SOMNOPHILIA.

this cunning, fox woman doesn't even need to set dates into her calendar to know if you're already in your rut season. she's a kitsune that has heightened senses and goes in heat too, remember?

tail wagging and ear twitching as she sniffed her mate, you , that's peacefully sleeping unaware of the already lust-filled kitsune beside them, that's internally battling herself to just pounce on you.

it's already late at night, but a certain kitsune got woken up by a sudden damp spot between her already aching sex, and a burning desire to be filled up.

her mind's already hazy, her body screaming internally to straddle your mouth-watering slutty waist and just grind away at your delicious dick.

and she actually did what her intrusive thought told her. Straddling your waist, immediately grabbing at the hem of your t-shirt for support then started to grind on you.

"ngfnh fuck, such a good little wolf.."

not even trying to be quiet and nonchalsnt about her doings, she just wants you to pin her under you and pound into her aching and leaking pussy.

while she's doing her stuff on your hard dick too focused on her own pleasure with closed eyes, she failed to notice your fluttering eyelids opening.

"ngh, my little fox still needy for me even when I'm sleeping?

startled, she quickly opened her eyes, realizing you woke up by her antics.

hair deshiveled, eyes still sleepy n half lidded looking at her lust-filled gaze, cheeks dusted with pink, fluffy ears bent down because of the sudden arousal.

the sight alone made her fought herself to not let out an embarrassing moan.

and she didn't even notice you flipped her because of the lust and need she currently has. such a dumb, naive fox she is.

hovering over her now, your tail wrapping against her left thigh, broad shoulders towering over her figure while you nip at her porcelain neck is enough to make her pussy wet with so much slick just for you. <3

"mmn please just put it in, I've been a good fox to you, didn't I?"

removing her panties aside, her slick leaving a tiny bridge over the fabric making it such an erotic sight.

whipping out your cock, making it lie over her pussy lips, feeling over her slick and grinding it over your cockhead all the way to the base.

"oh darling, you don't even have to say please. just you grinding over me is enough to keep me wanting for you more."

thrusting at her hole vigorously, every thrust kissing away at her cervix makes her see stars while you pound away at her, founding relief and greed at the same time at her pussy.

holding up her waist, you hastily moved her robe to set free her mounds, doing all that while you're still pounding on her with just her moaning n whining helplessly about how good it feels. <3

"mhm fuck I'm so close! I want it mh inside all of it!"

you couldn't resist her, after all. finishing inside her, your cum filling her up into the very end of her womb, then thrusting again for another round.

by how many cum you let out inside her, even one thrust made it overflow and drop onto her milky thighs. but that doesn't mean she doesn't need more of you.

"oh baby, you just can't get enough of my cum filling up your pussy, huh? don't worry, we have more than enough time to fill you up."

#sensfiles #sensfw. #genshin impact smut #dom! reader #ei x reader #raiden x reader #raiden shogun x reader #raiden shogun x reader smut #raiden genshin impact #yae x reader #genshin yae miko #yae miko x reader #miko x reader #yae miko x reader smut

[sugairsstuff]

Hi saw you're looking to write stories and was hoping to send some inspiration your way! I am a sucker for "Who did this to you?" Trope and I'm just in need of more Cassian from ACOTAR on this site. So I'm thinking of a little one-shot story of the reader getting hurt by an ex or a family member she doesn't get along with and the General of the Night Court being Angry about it.

Happy Writing! Can't wait to see what you come up with! 😊

thank you very much for being my first request! and i’d be happy to- sorry if i’m a bit rusty- i hope you enjoy how i approached this prompt!

who did this to you.

cassian x fem reader (a court of thorns and roses)

warnings: mentions of abuse, minor descriptions of violence

summary: you run into an ex who wrongfully treated you, and in his pathetic attempts to beg you for forgiveness he injures you. conflicted, you choose not to tell your mate, both suppressing your right to feel emotional and worried for cassian should he go after the male. but your mate knows you like the back of his hand, and you decide to tell the truth before cassian figures it out himself.

(credit to @cafekitsune for the divider)

You stand at the end of one of the House of Wind’s scarlet-wreathed hallways, thinking only of how grateful you are of your dress’ long sleeves as your left hand rubs your opposing wrist- which throbs with the inevitable purpling of a bruise wrapped around it. Although you know your mate adores when you wear pretty jewelry of all kinds, something tells you that seeing this makeshift bracelet your ex-boyfriend gifted you today in the city would only make your mate’s crimson eyes see redder.

Your chest feels heavy, swirling with a flurry of emotions as you root yourself to the end of this hallway. The sounds of your friends’ voices- laughter- from beyond the grand doorway that stood opposing you overpowered the beating of your heart in your ears, though not the flurry in your chest that leaked into your brain, watering the seeds of your feelings and forging them into thoughts.

Your ex, so unimportant his name isn’t even needed, had ran into you accidentally whilst you were browsing a vendor selling handcrafted bookmarks in the city’s local markets. Once you saw him and made to slip into the crowd in an attempt of avoidance, it was too late, as he was already calling out your name in a tone that began in surprise and evolved into frustation. And when you didn’t look back, worried he wanted to pour his heart out to you, beg for another chance after the wicked ways he’d treated you in your past relationship, he wrapped his hand around your right wrist. He tugged you back, ignoring your sharp shout of both warning and shock as the crowd meandered past you without sparing second glances.

You didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying, your mind already in a frenzied panic as his grip only got tighter the more you tried to pull your wrist back to the safety of your side. His pleading, persuasive tone betrayed the vice-like hold he had on your wrist as he tried to force you to hear him out, hear his babbling of apologies and promises ‘to change’ and ‘to be better’.

By the time you had wrenched your wrist free, so desperate to simply get out of there, your response you threw at him was only a brief shout to leave you alone that came out more shaky than you were going for. Forgetting all your other leisurely plans for the day, you trekked back to the House of Wind, gripping your aching wrist and blinking tears back as you stared at the ground a few paces ahead of your swiftly moving boots.

So now you stand at the end of this hallway.

Thinking.

While your ex himself is old business, the encounter with him had resurfaced memories with him that left a bad taste in the back of your mouth. But they are old memories, you tell yourself to try and convince yourself there is no need to tell Cassian. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, the bruise would heal, and Gods above did you not want to send your mate on a warpath with the destination of wherever your ex lives. As much as you wouldn’t mind seeing he who does not deserve a name get what he actually deserves, you didn’t want Cassian paying the consequences for his actions. You nod to yourself in self-assuring confirmation of your decision.

You’re startled out of your head with the sudden worry you’ve been caught standing and staring at nothing like a lunatic. You glance around to ensure no person nor shadow was lurking, exhaling in small relief as you can’t think of a reasonable enough sounding excuse for your current behaviour. Don’t mind me, just contemplating the meaning of life! You scoff to yourself at your own weak joke, and move forwards until you reach the large double doors.

When you enter, familiar faces turn up to greet or smile at you from their places on the lounge room’s velvet sofas.

“There she is. You’re welcome for babysitting your whining mate, believe me when I say he’s been waiting for you the entire time in here to return from your devastatingly long two hour journey into the city.” Rhysand smirks, joking elaborately in a playful jab at his brother, with one of his hands tangled with Feyre’s in her lap- who sat nearly next to him but mostly on top of him.

“We were just wondering where you were.” Feyre jumps in to avoid the brothers getting into a back-and-forth bicker about clinginess. Her blue eyes twinkle like stars as she leans forwards a little, “So, how much did you spend today?” the female grins, looking too much alike to her mate.

You make your way to Cassian’s side immediately, standing next to the large armchair he was sprawled in rather than accepting his soft invites into his lap. He reaches over to you with both a wing and hand, the former brushing your back and the latter reaching to graze against your fingers. Placing a smile on your face comes easy as you look to Feyre, “Hate to disappoint, I only bought fresh ink and a new book.” you tell her, patting the small leather bag that rests against your hip as your excuse to move your hand away from Cassian’s. One small displacement of your sleeve would leave you having explaining to do, which you really would prefer to avoid.

Feyre whines a complaint in how you need to treat yourself more often to luxuries- as if this family hasn’t done that enough for you- before her attention switches to the male sitting below you, “Aw, sorry, Cassian, am I stealing all the attention away from you?” she teases.

You look down at your mate to see the pout on his pretty lips that elicited Feyre’s joke. One look at him, and you can tell him missing your presence wasn’t actually what was bothering him. Instead, his gaze was focused on the hand you had, apparently not subtly enough, moved away from him. Damn you for underestimating how well your mate knows you.

Cassian’s brows furrows ever so slightly as he looks up at you, a few raven black strands falling free from its messily half-tied state, appearing as though he were deeply pondering something. He looks as though he wants to say something, most likely ask why you’re acting oddly, though instead he rises to his feet and his hand lifts to brush not your hand but gently against your cheek.

Grinning, Cassian turns to Feyre and Rhysand, “Well, call me now the thief of the thief,” he shoots back equally as playfully to the High Lady, “I think we’ll be off so I can give my mate a properly informal greeting,” he jests, wiggling his eyebrows and winking at the two as he stole you away using a large, calloused hand centred on the small of your back.

You know better, though, this is simply Cassian’s way of preventing you from being put on the spot in front of two pairs of prying eyes. Cassian led you through the House of Wind’s corridors, pace slowing to make up for your lack of height in comparison to the Illyrian.

“How was your day, baby?” Cassian asks, his tone too soft for your liking right now. He’s testing the waters, you are well aware, both trying to solidify his feeling something was off and see if you are okay.

“It was fine,” you tell him honestly- well, all the parts without your ex in it. You fail to meet Cassian’s eye, afraid that if you do your mate will see right through you and know for certain you are upset. But this response only makes your mate fall quiet for a beat too long, something rare for the extroverted, energetic warlord. You hear Cassian suck in a breath as you turn a corner, and in moments he’s opening the large carved wooden door to your expansive chambers for you.

Cassian kicks the door shut gently before turning to you. You untie your boots and pull them off before he has the chance to offer to do so himself, and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. To avoid Cassian getting straight to the point and asking if something is amiss, you deflect before anything is sent, “I’m going to go run a bath. The place’s staircase is brutal,” you joke, speaking without thinking as you notice Cassian perk up a tad.

The male looks more relieved in his body language though apprehensiveness lingers in his gaze as he turns to you with a boyish smirk, “Am I invited to that event?” your mate tries.

You know you pause for a second too long as Cassian’s expression falls slightly and he begins to reel back his comment with something with just as much lightheartedness as there was worry for you, “Or shall I leave the lady to her flowery bubblebath and soap?”

You frown and shake your head. “No, no, it’s okay, I want you to come.” Normally, you’d make a sexual joke to lure him in the hot, soapy water with you, but the burden that Cassian will inevitabley discover exactly what is making things not okay in minutes was leaning over you.

“Okay,” is all Cassian responds with, and you inwardly cringe at how clear it is how simultaneously unsure and sure he is that something is bothering you. That heavy feeling in your chest returns, settling back to where it sat in that hallway as now you feel guilty for confusing your mate over such a small, meaningless encounter with a hostile ex. Or so you tell yourself.

It’s as if a tether is attached to that weight in your chest, giving a comforting tug that pulls some of it off of your lungs. You look up to Cassian, knowing that tether was instead that special little string that tied the beautiful bow of your bond. Your mate looks much more serious now as his deep red eyes flicker with concern, though he still speaks softly, “Come on. That bath’s calling our names.”

You stand rather than sit in the large bathroom as Cassian leans over the luxurious tub, hand testing the water as he makes sure it’s set to the temperature you like the most. You make no move to begin undressing, your arms wrapped tightly around you. The bruise no longer throbs as it sits untouched, but you’re still painfully aware of it.

Cassian eventually turns to you, his large wings extending slightly as he approaches you. Seeing as you are still undressed, his hand traces its way around your waist where two of his fingers catch the string of the dress’ corset, “May I?” he asks, though there are no lustful undertones in the warlord’s deep voice, despite him preparing to strip his lover in front of a steaming bath.

You nod up at him, but place a hand on his wrist before he makes a move. Cassian’s gaze flicks to yours immediately. His brows pinch upwards slightly in gentle questioning.

“Just- don’t freak out. Don’t panic. Okay?” you say vaguely, and watch as Cassian’s expression only becomes more worried. “Cassian.” you say, more sternly.

“You’re scaring me here,” he says, your name trailing at the end of his sentence rather than one of his more playful pet names. When you only look up at him with a pleading gaze, Cassian gives in with a sigh, “Okay.”

Your mate commences, tugging the dress loosely ever so gently. You can tell he’s alert as he stands over you, his wings and scent engulfing you as he peels off your day dress. You watch his face closely as he watches your body. Any other day, and you knew what you’d find there- sweet, honey-dripping lust and warm, intimate love as more of your figure is exposed to him. Right now, though, his brow is furrowed, and he’s looking at every inch of your skin, scanning you for what exactly your warning meant.

Cassian gently tugs the sleeves of the dress off of your arm. His crimson gaze looks to your left wrist, and then to your right wrist.

And then Cassian goes rigid.

You never understood how eyes could darken like the ways they were described to in all the books Nesta reads, but watching your mate now- now you fully understand. Leaning over you, eyes unmoving from the splotchy purple markings around your wrist, you watch as lethal anger fills his vision, you see your mate see exactly the colour of his eyes as pure, vicious anger seeps into his blood and runs it cold.

“Who.” Cassian’s voice is low, quiet. You blink at the husky, nearly strangled-sounding word that your mate managed out. “Who did this to you.” he says, his eyes finally meeting yours, and you see that the look in them has changed only slightly- just enough to show you it is far from you that Cassian is angry at.

You look down, your eyes stinging suddenly as tears brim your eyes and you have no idea why. You don’t answer, so Cassian speaks for you, tone low though not harsh towards you, “Was it him?”

You nod, and open your mouth to speak and curse yourself for stumbling over your words, “We ran into each other at the market earlier. He- he grabbed me, Cass, and he wouldn’t let go. I was so scared. I just ran.” you manage, feeling the cool trail of a tear drip down your cheek. The sight of that alone was enough for Cassian.

He curses, stepping back from you as his wings flare. “I am going to kill him. I swear to every God above, he’s a fucking dead male walking.” Cassian growls, both of you having completely forgotten about your planned bath together as he paces the bathroom like a prowling predator, as if he were plotting right now all the ways he’d make that male suffer.

You move towards him then, tears still running down your cheeks as you set your right hand on his arm, feeling how tight and tense the muscles beneath are. “No, Cassian,” you tell him, “you can’t. Don’t go after him, please, Rhysand can’t play favourites no matter what you do to him,” you tell him.

Cassian looks down at you, the fury in his gaze swirling and settling and then slipping away. He sighs, moving his own two hands to cup your cheeks gently. The large male uses his thumbs to brush away your tears. “Okay.” he says, sounding almost reluctant. “But I still can’t let him get away with this. I won’t.” Cassian tells you, his tone stern yet not harsh in an assurance that he would not let this happen to you ever again. He pulls you close to his chest, wrapping both his arms and wings around you, cocooning you in warmth. Cassian strokes your hair, letting you smoosh your cheek against his chest and listen to his slowed, steady heartbeat.

“I’m sorry for freaking out,” Cassian eventually murmurs once your tears have ceased, earning a small snort and then, blissfully, a laugh from you.

“Don’t worry, I just would rather only him being arrested then both of you.” you respond, and now it’s Cassian’s turn to chuckle. He releases you from his anchoring hold. “We can talk to Rhysand tomorrow, yeah? About the political and civil way to get him punished.” Cassian huffs, emphasizing his words in a joke.

You roll your eyes as you finish undressing, “Oh, yes, how very boring.”

Cassian only grins back at you, joining you once you climb into the tub and pulling you back against his chest, one hand interlocking with yours as he frowns momentarily at the bruising. “My idea of killing him is still up for grabs, though,” he hums.

“Cassian.”

#cassian x reader #cassian #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #bat boys #cassian x y/n #cassian x you

[mbappeward]

taking care of you after you got drunk out of frustation due to his silent treatment - kylian mbappe imagine

"kylian, i'm sorry. it was my fault, i despised the fact that you needed some time for yourself but instead of making you feel better, i hurt you. i apologise for my behaviour but please talk to me. i can't take this anymore. i've made dinner for us, won't you come and eat?" his shoulders slumped as he turned his head back to see your small figure standing at the doorway. he didn't say anything and returned his attention to his laptop.

you sighed and walked out of the room and made your way to the kitchen, putting your dinner into the fridge. you didn't have any appetite after your hardest try couldn't beat his grief for you. balling your fists, you leaned on the kitchen counter as fresh tears rolled down. you hated being so weak.

wiping away the tears, you headed towards the main door and walked out of the house unsure where to go in this late night. frustration took over you. it was cold outside, brushing your hands against your arms and hugging yoursel wasn't helping at all. you walked on and on after your teary eyes met with a small bar ahead of the road. without thinking twice, you entered inside it and plunged yourself on a chair near the counter

"whiskey" you said and the bartender immediately passes you a glass of it. gulping it down in one go, you shoved the glass to the bartender indicating him to pour more. you felt your nerves getting calm. then another shot, your body was a whole buzz. you were drunk but still in senses. another shot, it goes overboard. your body was numb, eyes closed and head dizzy, just as you were about to gulp down another glass, someone grabbed your wrist and put down the glass on the counter.

your bloodshot eyes looked at the manly body standing beside you. you weren't in your senses but you could recognise who he was. it was kylian. ignoring his presence, you hid your face in your arms and started sobbing. he sighed seeing your condition, it was all his fault. but still he came here at the right time or you might have ended up in the streets doing something regretful. luckily he went after you when he couldn't find you in the whole house and you were just a few distances away when he saw you.

he paid the bartender and picked your numb body in his arms. he made his way out of the bar and soon reached home. the guards saw and opened the door for him as he quickly took you to your shared bedroom and placed you down on the bed carefully. he took a small towel and went to the bathroom, soaking it in cold water. then he gently massaged your temples with the towel. stains of tears were visible on your puffy cheeks. he couldn't express how much guilty he was feeling, he hated for putting his ego before you. 

"i'm sorry," he whispered as you tiredly opened your eyes with the cold sensation on your face. your brown orbs met his hazel ones, his face was a few inches away from you. your hand reached out to his cheek, caressing the skin softly. he closed his eyes under your touch as if he missed this affection. your hand followed to the collar of his shirt, clasping them under your grip you pulled him closer. "it's okay" you mumbled and attached your lips with him. he was shocked at first but he responded as it was too hard to resist your kiss that he had been craving for. in fact, he was aroused by you. it was gentle and passionate at first, but soon enough the kiss turned rough. he sucked your lower lip while your hands slightly pulled his hair which took him to the edge. he broke the kiss and panted heavily while you stared at him with your half closed eyes.

"i love you," he said and intertwined his left hand with yours. devouring your lips one more time as the night that was cold and frigid gradually started to turn hot by being in each other's presence.

#kylian mbappe #mbappe x reader #mbappé #mbappe imagine #fanfic #mbappe fanfic #mbappe psg #kyky #kylian imagines #mbappe #kylian x reader #kylian fanfic #mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe fluff

[norwegiankafka]

Since requests are open, some Seong Taehoon angst please any scenario is okay.

hi anon! filled my first request hehe, hope you liked it.

You're losing me [Seong Taehoon, angst]

Synopsis: Taehoon lied about not getting into fights again, to you, and he comes back, being almost dead, and called you to come over.

I recommend you to listen to this song while reading!

I bring the first aid kit to the living room.

The house is silent. There's no one except Taehoon and me. It's late, and I should have been home since an hour ago. But here, I am, bandaging his wounds because he called me to come over.

I peeled off one by one, torn clothes' fabric that he used to close the wounds temporarily. Dried blood and wet blood mixed, making the fabrics wet along with sweat. I wiped each one of the wounds with antiseptic, careful not to hurt.

"Ack! Do it slowly!"

"This gonna hurt, y'know. Be still." I said, not even staring at him.

After I carefully cleaned all the wounds, I wrap almost half of his upper body with gauzes in several layers. Little scratches with bandages, all done. I picked all of the things I used before, tidying up all the mess, and stood up. But Taehoon grabbed my hand, tried to stop me.

"Hey. Can we talk for a minute?"

"What?"

"Look. I'm sorry, I lied."

"You're not even sorry, Taehoon. Why? Why do you kept lying? Have you ever trust me?"

"I just don' want ya worried, y'know."

"You don't want me worried, but you always come home for being almost dead. So many occasions yet you learnt none. I don't expect a sorry from a person that never feels sorry for their partner." I clenched my fists, yanking my hand back from his strong grips.

Taehoon covers his face with his hands, slowly carding and grabbing his own hair, seemingly frustated. "If I do things the way you wanted me to be, will you stay? We can start over. Don't leave!" Taehoon's voice raised a little by the end of his words, reaching a pitch I never heard before. Maybe he's about to cry, but whatever.

My mind races by almost every memory that I had with him. A year sure feels short, especially with him. Recently, prior and during their so-called mission of catching Lee Jinho, he got really distant. And it's not that I know something was up, he was just saying that he trains a lot to perfecting his moves. Silly me, believing all of the lies.

All the chats left unreplied, late dates, missing calls, etc. And one night, when we were about to go on dates, he called me and asked me to postpone the date because he felt kind of funny and not in the mood for going on a date. Funny for me, I can hear the faint sounds of the taekwondo car he and his friends usually use to go for missions, and Hobin's voice who was talking to someone else in the car. I said yes, and hang up the call. Best believe, Taehoon didn't even think I would knew it was all lies.

I'm trying my best to hold my tears. My voice started to crack, and suddenly breathing is so hard. The air is thick with loss and indecision. All the pain that I felt was all just an imposition. It's a burden. He didn't felt sorry for it, he felt exasperated for it.

"If we had to start over to feel okay, I guess maybe we weren't meant to be. This is final, Taehoon. I learnt my lesson, you don't. Hope you find someone that.. understands you, better than me. Sorry."

I can feel his gaze on my back. Walking out the door, I inhale the cold air the night serves for me. This might feel rough for days ahead, but I'll be okay. I'll be alright.

I close the metal fence behind me, and stared at the crescent moon. So pretty, yet alone. I hope the moon knew, they got a company tonight.

#how to fight #viral hit webtoon #seong taehoon #seong taehun #seong taehoon x reader #taehoon x reader #viral hit taehoon #how to fight taehoon

[lala3244]

FRUSTATION

~ I needed some Simeon today, so I decided to write a little something. .~

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after a bad day, you have a sleepover with the angel

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I don’t think there is any warning?

To say you were frustrated was an understatement. You were beyond tired, barely sleeping, always overthinking before falling asleep and it would keep you awake every night and today was the last straw. You had failed a test you thought you had passed. Lord Diavolo had given you more tasks to do for the students council and the worst, Lucifer gave you an hour-long lecture for a thing you weren’t even implicated in. 

You had come home later than the others as you had to talk to Diavolo about the new tasks he put upon you. When you were in front of the door, you could hear shouts coming from the other side. You hoped you could sneak in without being seen as the only thing you wanted was to go under your duvet and never leave for the night but you couldn’t. You had promised Luke and Simeon a sleepover with them and you couldn’t go back on your promise. You took a breath in and opened the door. The brothers saw you enter and called you over. Well, your sneaking failed greatly at the first step. You released your breath and walked over to them, feeling antsy. As usual, they expected you to find the solution to their stupid problem but today you couldn’t take it. “Actually, I am late I don’t have time”. You left them, all of them speechless, and you went to your room to get your bag ready. While you were changing into more comfortable clothes, someone knocked on your door. You opened it and you saw Lucifer standing there. He looked you up and down, a concern frown on his face. “Simeon is there���. You nodded “Thank you”. You grabbed your bag which was next to the door and left your room. Lucifer decided to follow you and after a few steps, he stopped you. “Are you ok?” You nodded again. “Nothing that a good night sleep won’t take away.” You waved him goodbye and hugged the angel. 

Your evening with the angels went perfectly. You had almost forgotten about your day when you received a text from Diavolo. You sighed when you read his name. Simeon heard you and looked at you while you were reading the text. The future King of the Devildom was giving more assignments again. You started to feel overwhelmed and you couldn’t really understand why he gave you so much. You leaned your whole body against the chair you were sitting on and sighed. You rubbed your face in frustration with one hand while the other was still holding your D.D.D. You answered quickly and muted your phone. You didn’t want to be bothered by more assignments for the night. You were staring at your phone when you felt someone watching you. 

Simeon had stopped what he was doing and was watching you the whole time. You smiled sheepishly at him, embarrassed by your behaviour. “Sorry, Lord Diavolo has given me more work to do and I feel like it’s a lot especially today.” He nodded at your explanation and looked at Luke who had fallen asleep on the couch, exhausted from the fun you all had that evening. He could sense your frustration and your helplessness. You suddenly got shy when you realised that he had sense it since you’ve arrived. He was glancing at you all evening and always making sure you were fine. You thought you had hidden your feelings pretty well but apparently Simeon saw right through you. He walked towards the little angel and picked him up. He turned around to face you. “I’ll come back”. You looked at him in confusion and nodded clueless. 

He was back after a few minutes. You had not moved. You just couldn’t. You felt the exhaustion hitting your whole body with such a force you couldn’t move even a finger. He stood in front of you as if debating what to do then he crouched down and put his hands on your knees. You could see he was worried about you. He squeezed your legs as if he had reached a decision and stood up. He still hadn’t said a word, neither did you but he broke the silence. “Come, let’s go!” You looked at him quizzically then he grabbed your shoulders with one arm and the other one sneaked under your knees and he lifted you up. He twirled you around and you giggled while wrapping your arms around his neck. He walked away from the room, while smiling at your sudden happiness, and grabbed your bag with the hand holding you by the shoulders. You were still giggling from the sudden gesture. He walked you to his bedroom. Usually, you would all sleep together in the same room but as Luke had fallen asleep early, you didn’t really think about where you were going to sleep then but the oldest angel had decided for you. And as if he could read your mind, he broke the silence “you’ll sleep with me tonight.” You just hummed in agreement, unsure of what to say. 

When you were finally in front of his door, he whispered “Can you open the door please? My hands are full.” You chuckled at the statement and did as you were told. He slowly let go of your legs and sat you down on his bed. He looked at you, a small smile on his face. He leaned down and put his hand on your cheek. “Let me take care of you.” You blushed at his words. He straightened up and grabbed your pyjamas from your bag. He put them next to you and started to lift your top. You looked at him, confused. He chuckled, “I can see you are exhausted, I just want to help you get changed and settle you into bed so you can relax”. You looked away and lifted your arms so he could slip your top off. He grabbed the top of your pyjamas and helped you get into it then he lifted your elbow so you could stand up. He took off your pants and again helped you get into the bottom of your pyjamas.

 If it were anyone else, you would have been embarrassed but with the angel it was really intimate. A way for him to show you how much he cared about you. Nothing implied, it was what it was. Him helping you. Your heart swelled as you thought of the being in front of you and his kindness. He surprised you again by picking you up. You gasped and wrapped your arms again around his neck. He gently laid you under the duvet. While you were settling into a more comfortable position, he changed into a more comfortable outfit and laid down next to you. You looked at him, waiting for something but you didn’t really know what. He turned to face you. “Is it okay for you to sleep in the same bed as me?” You frowned “Yes, of course”. He smiled, happy with your answer. He scooted closer, “Good, I am glad.” You smiled back. 

You were enjoying the closeness with the angel. He always had this vibe that gave you a sense of calmness that was only specify to him. You loved the brothers but their chaotic behaviours could feel too much sometimes and with Simeon, it was the other way. Every time you felt overwhelmed or stressed or frustrated, he would always find a way to help and even just his presence, sometimes, was enough. You were starting to feel sleepy but your mind was still thinking and he could see that you were overthinking. He grabbed you by the waist and hugged you tightly. “Tell me what’s in that pretty head of yours?” You laughed but shook your head, you couldn’t really tell him that it was him who was inside your head right now. “Come on, tell me what happened today? You looked exhausted”. 

So you decided to tell him all about your day, and how it was not about this day but an accumulation of small frustrations over the course of several weeks and today was the last straw. His grip was still tight around you but you didn’t feel suffocated, it actually helped put into perspective everything you had just said. Even though you had talked and he was holding you, you weren’t actually touching him so you decided to put, tentatively, a hand on his waist and when he didn’t react, you moved your hand so your arm wrapped his waist. 

He still hadn’t said anything since your venting. There actually wasn’t anything to say but you thought he had fallen asleep and he proved you wrong by kissing the top of your head. You melt at the gesture. “Thank you for listening, Simeon. I do feel better.” He squeezed you and kissed your forehead. “Of course, anytime you need”.  You couldn’t help but hugged him tighter which he responded in the same way. You finally took the next step. Intertwining your legs with his so you could get as close as possible to his body. You put the hand that was on his back under his shirt and, hesitantly, caressed his skin. It was soft as you had imagined. He hummed at the sensation and did the same for you, following the same pattern that you were making randomly until you got an idea. 

You started to write words and you wanted to see if he could understand what you were writing. You started with simple words, such as “hello”, “angel”… he chuckled when he got what you were doing and try to “read” your words. He told them out loud and you would either nod or shake your head to confirm if he was right  or not. After a dozen of minutes, with your brain half-asleep, you wrote a sentence without even realising. “I love you”. He got the “love” part wrong a couple of times and when he got it right you froze, startling you wide awake. You felt him put his cheek on the top of your head. “What is the last word?” You had stopped breathing at this point but you might as well finish it. So you traced the word “you” again on his back. He moved slightly away from you and cupped your face. He leaned in and kissed you softly on your lips. “I love you too.”

#obey me #obey me fandom #obey me fanfic #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me boys #obey me comfort #obey me angst #simeon comfort #Obey me Simeon comfort

[fivehundredmilesawayfromhome]

Headcannons for your own turian boyfriend! ★

As my first post, i'd like to share some sfw relationship headcannons for your turian boyfriend. Please note that i did a fairly good research on reddit and other sources, but i still did add some "non-canon" info, like the purring! anyway, i hope you enjoy my first work <3

Male turian x Gender neutral reader. SFW

⋆ Even though turians are a just a little bit taller than your average male human, your turian boyfriend happens to be above average in height. He is approximately 6,23 ft tall. And he does make good use of it!

⋆ You are most likely smaller than him (in many ways, to be honest...) but mainly because humans do not tend to grow very tall. 

⋆ Your alien boyfriend ain't a dick about it too. He is well aware of the obvious size difference, but that doesn't make that big of a difference in your relationship with him after all. Of couse he sometimes enjoy grabbing things for you (because your smile is so pretty!) or how perfectly you fit just right in his arms, but your height is just a thing about you, and not a thing to take advantage of somehow.

⋆ Respect. Mutual Respect. 

⋆ On a relationship with an alien with a totally different background and culture, sometimes things can get confusing for both of you. So you two made a point to ALWAYS sit down and actually get to know each other when you get the chance to do so, it may be something like going outside on a date and chatting away, a movie night ( he actually really enjoys those alien horror movies! you two always laugh at the ignorant way of seeing aliens, like they are mindless monsters) or whatever you two are up to, the point is spending time together and discovering each other through time.

⋆ Even when is late at night and you can not sleep, he will gently let you know he is there, slowly vibrating his chest on a soft purr just enough so that you can hear and be able to relax more, then he will make an attempt to caress your hair in a soothing motion, to distract you from your own thoughts.

⋆ Sometimes you two do not talk, instead do your own things (whatever that may be) and embrace the silence and the presence of each other. Knowing that you two are not alone, and never will be.

⋆ Once he was feeling rather romantic and decided to cook something for you. The result was a really sad looking thing. He got very frustated but you quickly went to sooth him down with kisses and soft words.

⋆ In his second attempt to cook though, he actually did not fucked up everything! he followed a human video tutorial on making pancakes, really simples ones, but he managed to do it! You two had a very happy breakfast that day.

⋆ You also do not stay behind when it comes to pleasing someone with food! You managed to get some of the popular turian chocolate (being an item very far away from your colony, you had your issues, but is all for you bird alien). Your turian did not had much from his culture from where you two live now, so the chocolate really made him feel overjoyed.

It will have more! sorry for anything and i really hope it was nice <3 asks are always open.

#turian #turian x reader #shepard #garrus vakarian #mass effect #x reader #mass effect 3 #mass effect 2

[bluelead35]

by your side// alhaitham x reader

gn!reader x alhaitham 

three person, they/them pronouns, pretty and beautiful are used to describe both alhaitham and reader

sparring turned comforting 

word count: 1k

synposis: alhaitham and reader are out practicing their skills with one another, but reader slowly loosens themselves to frustation caused by the akademiya. 

As dust settled on from a constant amount of movement, a pair of greenish blue eyes stared them down. His face was emotionless, despite his chest heaving up and down. His sword still remained in front of his face, with lips pressed into a thin line behind the weapon. His hands wrapped around the blade carefully and skillfully. He chuckled at them, letting down his guard for a split moment to fix his hair. His silvery hair was falling out of place due to the sweat on his face. The sweat droplets slowly falling down the side of his face and down his neck was his body’s way of hydrating themselves, but to his opponent, they thought it was some sort of distraction. 

Shaking their head, they kicked up another dust cloud with her boots, and swiftly moved to the sand, baring their own weapon. Quickly, the cloud settled, as they were right there in front of the scribe with her weapon right at his neck. Eyes weren’t nearly as playful as they were just a moment ago, and instead a glint shimmered. Something that could only belong to somewhere when they were serious. 

Because of the scribe’s arrogance and evident confidence, sometimes breaking the line between self-love and full blown narcissism, it made it hard not to kill him at times. His opponent shared the same thought. His eyes widened for a moment, fully revealing the same shine that the late once scarlet king had. He chuckled, putting his hands up, to assume his opponent. 

“Ah, you win. Guess it was my fault-” He stopped mid sentence, when his opponent swiftly kicked under his feet, knocking him back onto the sandy ground. For a moment, he saw the sky and the clear blue skies that were always so often in the desert. Despite the desert being abandoned by many of the scholars, that meant no bright lights at night. His opponent was of the darshan that studied the stars, and to this, the scribe had a soft smile on his lips, before his opponent constructed his view. 

“God, giving up already?” They spoke out, hostile in tone. The scribe looked up at them with confusion, and tried to get up, only to be restricted by their weapon at their throat. Their weapon sparkled due to the sun’s rays, but in a moment’s time, Alhaitham could only think of how beautiful they were. 

A part of his heart screamed through his ears. Its pulse loudly controls all of his senses, just staring at them, with concerned eyes. The logical scribe blamed it on the extraneous physical activity, but it was also the way they made him feel when close… close like this. He knew that his opponent had things on their mind, and when they did this, they were reckless and had a shimmer in their eyes. 

“Hey, everything alright?” He whispered. He immediately began to think that he did something that upset his far from rational opponent. It was just a spar, they had agreed to, but something felt like they needed a hug. 

Seeing the glint in their eyes, Alhaitham gulped for a split moment, slowly and discreetly moving his fingers across the sand as if they were a scorpion scavenging for food-but this time, it was his sword. 

They remained silent, looking up at the stars for a split moment, only to be intercepted by Alhaitham’s sword at their throat. Alhaitham could tell something was up. 

In a flash, quicker than General Mahamatra’s vision, Alhaitham was now on top of his opponent with his sword, pressed tightly against their neck, with her weapon in his free hand. 

“Now, tell me what did I do to anger you, my love.” He smirked in a whisper, leaning in carefully. His lips were too close to theirs for comfort, as his opponent squirmed, a hand reaching to grab their weapon. 

“Uh huh, the scribe gave you an order, darling.” He leaned in, slowly inching his way closer. 

“I’m not telling you.” They spoke, as he drew back, clicking his tongue in disappointment. 

“Then I have all day.” He chuckled, angering his partner even more. Out of anger and frustration, they moved their legs, throwing him off of them, and grabbing their own weapon. 

“Just some pent up frustration that’s all.” 

“And you thought to take it out on me?” He looked at them with a tilted head, and crossed arms. He watched their body slowly push out its frustrations in a mere moment, causing them to sway for a moment. 

“I apologize. You just looked so perfect right there, and I did not know what to do.” They explained, their voice with no trace of hostility. Alhaitham smiled, walking up to his lover, and placed his hand on their shoulder to steady them. 

“Someone from the Akademiya?” He asked them, his free hand slowly snaking down their arm to grab their hand. 

“That isn’t me.” He teased again, looking into their eyes. 

“The only offense you have is being too pretty.” Grand Sage Azar gave me a tough time. .” They looked up at him, while Alhaitham’s soft expression turned into a cold one with an eyebrow raise. 

“What did he do to you?” His voice went into a whisper. 

“Oh it’s nothing. Just a workload that’s meant to be equally divided between ten people all assigned to me.” ” They explained, while Alhaitham sighed. 

“I can help you with that, leave Azar to me. I’ve been wanting to kick his ass anyways.” 

A smile from his lover and then silence ensued. 

“Well, are you still frustrated?”He asked, putting his weapon back as his partner did the same. 

They shook their heads, as he smiled. 

“Well come on, let’s get back home, you emotional fiery beast.” 

And with that, the two stopped in their tracks, his partner first stopping and them following to make sure they were okay. Smaller than he was, they were bound to be much more tired than him. 

“You okay?” He whispered, still keeping his hand on their shoulder, as they looked up, eyes flickering down to his lips. He chuckled, snaking both of his hands onto their cheeks that were warm, and leaned in, sealing the gaps. 

His arms wrapped around them for a while, his head nuzzling into their neck, as they struggled. 

“What the hell-” “Giving you a hug.” 

“I don’t need one-” “Yes you do. Besides, I want one anyway.” 

“Thanks…” They whispered, returning the hug. 

“I’ll always be by your side.” 

                                                The end 

#alhaitham x reader #Alhaitham genshin impact #alhaitham imagines #genshin impact #fluff #comfort #alice writes #swordfighting #sparring #fanfiction

[ruwriteshours]

HIT THE BLOCK! SERIES

status: ongoing

summary: It seems as if the group can't catch a break; from having those five seconds of fame, to illegal money lendings to financial issues and now... they're studio is destroyed! Someone is out to get them and they're going to make sure that they'll get those bastards, along with making a name for themselves again... by signing a contract to become ballet teachers? Oh boy, how they've officially lost it.

or in other words..

a group of unprofessional dancers tries to manage a ballet class... who would've thought that it will somehow backfires?

➢ pairing: nct 127! x fem! reader(s)

(each member would have their own love interest so it's not poly)

➢ genre: street dance AU, crack, fluff, cheating, slight angst, toxic friendships, alcohol, swearing, smut (MINORS DNI)

inspired from the movie 'street dance' but VERY loosely based on it.

THE OPENING:

Life always had its ups and downs. It took Lee Taeyong through hell for him to understand. He was reckless and frankly, impulsive. He often thought things ideally, not thinking of the consequences. Afterall, he was only a teenage boy looking for a dream. Moving out when he was barely the legal age, ready to make those dreams come through. Little did he know, that he would make one of the most life-changing decision when he decided to audition to one of the most shittiest companies known to man-kind. Partly an exaggeration, but he would be lying if he said he liked being there.

Moon Taeil had dealt with hard decisions in his life. Leaving university to pursue his passion, not knowing if it would backfire on him.

Newsflash: It totally did!

But he was no quitter, an obstacle perhaps. Taeil tries to be a positive thinker. Practically having his life fall apart, from catching his cheating girlfriend, to blindly following Taeyong in a path to their new journey; consist of illegal gambling, unnecessary fights and late night smoking sessions. But hey, it was better than that shithole. Those nights where he would drink away into total abyss, forgetting about his shitty ex. Indeed, he is no quitter!

Years and years had passed by, Johnny Suh watched people come and go. Those eight years of experience taught him a valueable lesson. People are only temporary and he was not gonna take the chance to warm up to anyone anymore. He was officially done with that shit. You'd think those eight years would've given him some patience but Johnny is having none of it. Of course, it's no suprise for the hot-headed man to not hesitate to curse out his instructor before walking off, following suit with a group of people who share the same frustation: FUCK THIS!

In contrary, Kim Doyoung was the complete opposite. A little too patient for his liking, he hated that he held in most of his emotions. His pride was stronger though, more determined to prove those fuckers that he can take their mistreatment. Even when Johnny had practically forced him to stand up to himself, he refused to stoop low. Well, guess we'll see how tolerable he can get before it all blows up. And it's gonna be hell when it gets to that point.

Did I mention that he was a patient man?

Yuta Nakamoto has always had a flirty exterior. That was when he wanted something he knew he could get. Deep down, he was a master manipulator (of course, for a good cause). He knows his charms and it doesn't hurt to have a little fun with it. It becomes a little too tiring when it becomes easy, Yuta wasn't one to favour something being handed to him in a silver spoon. He wants to fight for it. He wants to have that taste of glory and satisfaction to a challenge. He is a hardworker, if you'd ask me.

Studying abroad, Jung Jaehyun wonders if he had made the right choice. He is a handsome man and a handsome man can make someone disregard their intelligence. He really did wonder if becoming a dancer would strip away his self-worth. The company practically set him up to be this hunky dude with no brains. Girls fawning and drooling on the floor over him. He hated that his job scope included fan service: AND HE'S NOT EVEN AN IDOL. Maybe one day, he'll show them that he is way more than his looks.

Dong Sicheng is hated by all. It's funny considering that it's not like he wanted to be here in the first place. In fact, that thought never crossed his mind until his friend encouraged him to, telling him he needed to let loose for once. He was semi-glad that his friend had pushed him into this path, but he wasn't so sure if he actually wanted it. Barely given the chance for the try-outs and yet was accepted pretty quickly. Maybe that's why he had so many issues with his steps, maybe then, he wouldn't have to deal with the constant insults thrown his way. Oh well, guess he'll have to try harder next time!

Kim Jungwoo was set up to fail. Or so he thinks. He's quite a pessimistic though, it might come as a shock considering his bubbly personality. A replacement, is what he felt. That small chance of recognition is purely by luck and it was very evident from the way everyone seemed to have these look of envy in their eyes. Even when he felt that shred of success, everyone seems to claw it all up and tear it down, giving him nothing but disappointment. Maybe he is a failure, afterall.

Fame comes in easy for some people, Mark Lee is one of those people. The people where other people think that they don't work hard for their position. When in reality, people like Mark are pouring their blood, sweat and tears for it. But in human's selfish nature, they always assume the worst of others. Mark Lee was never an exception and he had to live down to it. Fuck the fact he moved all across states to come here, fuck the fact that he spent nine hours training which, mind you: when he was only sixteen and fuck the fact that he had been hospitalised for weeks because of it. Who cares?

And last but not least, Lee Donghyuck—though would recommend to call him Haechan, youngest of them all. The mood-maker, they say. The jokester is what people think of him. It's not like he minded, until it became too much. He hated that people never took him seriously because of that. Even when he shifted his entire personality, everyone would crack a smile and told him to stop being a wimp. He was more than that too, you know. Well, at least his friends took him seriously and that was enough for him.

No thanks to the company, the group managed to uphold a greater offer for themselves than that shithole ever will. But they couldn't take the full credit, at least the shitty building did something right by bringing them together in the first place. The only thing they did right.

chapter i.

more chapters coming soon...

©ruwriteshours

#nct 127 #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 x reader #taeyong imagine #johnny suh imagine #jaehyun imagine #winwin imagines #mark lee imagines #haechan imagine #jungwoo imagines #doyoung imagines #taeil imagine #yuta nakamoto imagine #nct fanfic #nct fanfiction #nct series

[pix3lplays]

I'm not lying when i tell you i cried reading Luocha with his child

SO WHAT IF-! The reader dies, and his kid trying everything so Luocha could look on them

They weren't exactly making trouble, they literally trying their best at school, becoming the school president, being a wise and educated person to many people just for their dad to look at them at least once

This made them really mad and frustated that Luocha still don't want to see them as his kid and they thought they didn't do enough to proof themself worth

This also made them has a mental problem, eating disorder and lack of sleep keeping them away all nights just to study.

Its okay if you want to turn this down tho-

Stay safe!!

Oh my gosh, poor kid…Ok I’ll see what I can come up with…

Thanks! I’ll do my best to stay safe!

Cw! Luocha is a bad dad

-reader is dead…Luocha raising your kid on his own-

Luocha would be feeling bad, deep down, that his kid is developing so many problems because of him.

He wants to love his kid, he really really does…he’s just having a hard time doing that.

Probably because he’s blinded by the grief of losing you, and devoting himself to trying to bring you back, he doesn’t have time for his kid.

Which isn’t fair. He knows it isn’t fair.

His kid is trying so hard to get his attention. Doing their best in school, becoming the school president…he should be proud but all he feels is empty…

But he tries. Tries to go out of his way and communicate with his kid more…it’s just…too late for him.

There’s a wall that he’s built. He just can’t see his child in the way that he should. All he sees is his beloved’s murderer, knowing it’s unfair to view his child that way…

Finally his kid just gives up too, accepting that they think their Father will never really love them. It’s not true. In his heart Luocha LOVES his kid, he really does, and he knows that he’s proud of them for all they’ve accomplished.

He just…can’t express that. He’s too blinded with his own grief, too lost in his own world…

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #my writing #Luocha #Luocha x reader #hsr Luocha x reader #honkai star rail Luocha x reader

[kiyosw]

I FIND MYSELF RUNNING HOME TO YOUR SWEET NOTHING.

WARNING/S: NONE

CHARACTER/S: SERVAL LANDAU

GN! READER

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who always jams out and screams taylors lyrics with you, at midnights just listening album through album, while enjoying each others company.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who dedicates taylors songs to you. Shes the type to think about you, her lover while listening to taylors song, while tweaking on a piece that has been brought by a person on her workshop earlier.

"Love, come here! Listen to this song on her Folklore album, Invisible String. It reminds me so much of you."

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who hums "Sweet Nothing", and "Invisible String", to you, while slowly falling into a sweet, deep slumber.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who helps you collect the confettis after taylor's concert, after giggling at you for collecting confettis and teasing you, then joining you after laughing at you.

"WAIT, THERES MORE OVER THERE! Let's keep these confettis on some jar as a remembrance when we get home."

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who badly wants to go to taylor swifts' eras tour together with you, screaming cruel summer's bridge. (She's an international swftie HELP)

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who got sad after taylor played Haunted as a surprise song one on detroit because you two aren't on the concert.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who tries to learn chords and riffs from taylors song, while you just observe her so lovingly, chuckling lightly when serval gets slightly frustated when she messes up one chord.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who loves listening to taylor swift's music just as you do.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who will introduce and make you listen to taylor with you, when you're not a swiftie.

"Darling, do listen to Cruel Summer on the Lover album. Trust me, you'll like– no scratch that, LOVE the bridge! Here, let me search and play it for you.."

1:27 AM. It was already late at night, yet a certain Landau was still working on a piece. Concentrating and dedicating her whole attention, sacrificing her good night's sleep just for the piece to be finally fixed.

"Agh... just why won't this piece slide into th-"

Her sentence was abruptly paused when her still heavy-eyed lover, you, suddenly scared her with a hug from her beyond.

"Hey, you still working on that piece..? It's already past midnight, you're still not sleepy my dear?"

"Mm... not really.. Hey, why don't you join me here downstairs? It's hard to keep my eye open here without you.."

A blush slowly crept on her lover's rosy cheeks from her sudden remark. A small smile suddenly visible on her partners lips, as an idea that will surely both of them enjoy pops out of their mind.

"Hm, since you're still busy trying to fix that.. why don't we listen to some songs? Maybe it can entertain us both, and can make you far away from sleepiness."

"Oh yeah, sure! Here, sit beside me. I'm lucky to have you come here downstairs, otherwise i'd be long passed out on the table." Her lover softly chuckles, while searching for the song sweet nothing. After the music slowly plays, the two lovers chat away the late night, just enjoying each others prescence.

#senfles #sensfiles #serval landau x reader #serval x reader #serval x you #serval x y/n #serval landau x you #serval landau x y/n #serval x yn #honkai star rail #belobog #serval #serval landau #hsr serval landau #hsr serval x reader #hsr serval landau x reader #hsr serval landau x you #hsr serval landau x y/n #hsr serval x you #hsr serval x y/n #serval landau x gn reader #serval landau x gn you #serval reader x gn y/n #serval x gn reder #serval x gn you #serval x gn y/n #serval landau x gn you fluff #serval landau x gn reader fluff #serval landau x gn y/n fluff #serval landau fluff

[babyzzz]

If you'd like to change anything feel free. So I've had this idea (nsfw) where Akaza leaves the reader for a while because he had to do some work for Muzan and the reader gets upset that he left without warning and takes her anger and sexual frustration out on him. She just teases him and ends up over stimulating him

n/a: hiiii, sorry for the late, I had a little difficulty in thinking of something for your request and I didn't want to give you something badly written. I really hope you like it! there isn't a properly written sex scene here, but I did my best to make it a… hot scene.

"Take your own medicine, darling ♡︎"

1,660 words warnings: afab!reader, (both) cum denial, both struggling from sexual frustation, knee rubbing cunt (?), heavy sexual tension, kind of strip tease, dirty language, cumming inside pants, reader is really fucked up for playing with the beast, pet names (darling, princess, my love...)

The slow way you moved your fingers to lift your shirt was almost agonizing. Watching you in silence, forbidden to even touch you – or himself – Akaza could already feel the grunts strangling in his throat every time the neglected cock inside his pants throb in anticipation just to see just one more inch of skin on your body being exposed to him.

He knew you were angry that he had left you thirsty and sexually frustrated for so many days. Although you understand that his position as an Upper Moon came even before his very existence, you wouldn't let him go without giving you an explanation – making you imagine horrible scenarios where he wouldn't come back to you, which went far beyond you being forced to satisfy yourself with your own fingers that weren't nimble and were infinitely inferior to his thick, big cock that fucked you so gloriously well –, and it’d leave him on the brink of despair too, just as you were.

You could smell the earth in your nose every time you breathed in hard, making your chest rise and fall, and the night breeze chilling you more and more as your curves were being revealed by removing the fabric that covered them. You’d even be ashamed to be undressing for Akaza in such an unpretentious and vulgar way, but seeing his eyes shining in delight and hunger for you, your hands simply moved on their own to force your blouse down, freeing your tits that It made you almost squirm and gasp at the discomfort in your nipples achingly stiff from the icy wind that beat mercilessly against them. Shit, why did that damn demon have to come back just on a night when the temperature wasn't favorable for a strip tease?

Akaza didn't really care about seeing you cringe, on the contrary, seeing you shivering and with your nipples so beautifully hard that way forcing you to rub one leg against the other was an extra to the particular show he was given. And he knew that you being so fragile like that, it wouldn't be long before you were looking for a warm snuggle in his arms and you'd soon be glued to him, making your beautiful breasts deliciously pressed against his chest as his arms grip you by the waist for you to rub your pretty cunt over his aching cock, causing the friction to rip out melodious sounds and so good to be heard, like a harmonious symphony.

“Please… Please… Fuck me hard, darling… I need you so much… I want your cock going deep inside me… Mnn… You're so big and you eat me so well that I don't get enough of it…”

The mischievous smile that outlined his lips made you wonder what was going on in his mind, but you didn't think too much about it, you just went back to undressing.

But your plans were thwarted by a strong gust of wind that made you gasp in the cold. Damned weather that didn't cooperate with your revenge!

Then, like it wasn’t a big deal, you slowly approached the rock on which Akaza was sitting and stopped in front of him. Standing, you could see him from above, his yellow eyes fixed dangerously on yours, while his hands were still clenched into fists so tightly it made you question whether teasing him like that was really a good idea. You knew the strength his hands possessed, and if he used them to squeeze you while slamming his cock deep into your pussy, you even feared having a broken bone by mistake. But you soon tried to push those thoughts away, he was always very careful with you, so you weren't in danger of getting hurt – with the exception of your sore cunt, because he wasn't very gentle when it came to eating it.

“Darling, tell me, why did you behave like a bad boy?” You ran your fingers gently over his face, not looking away from his eyes.

“I had a mission in another province, and you know, it took days both to get there and back,” he replied calmly, but his voice was tinged with the arousal he was feeling at having your warm, soft and fragrant body so close to him and so far from his touch. “Did you want me to fly there, princess?” His ironic question made you arch your brow and lean closer to him, getting right between his spread legs, making his face get dangerously close to your skin, and you could even feel his hot, short breath against it.

“Yes, I wanted to. If you had gone flying at full speed, I wouldn't have had to wait so long and I wouldn't have been forced to fuck myself with my awful fingers.” Even though your voice was haughty, there was still a subtle bratty tone in it, which he didn't miss.

"But now I'm here, I can fuck you properly, just the way you like, princess" And with a shake of his head, he pointed to the huge bulge in his pants.

You almost drooled and felt like falling to your knees and stuffing him whole in your mouth, until he was grazing your throat, but you controlled yourself and only took a few steps back, but to sit on his knees, keeping yourself away from the temptation that it was what he hid inside his pants.

He set his jaw in disapproval.

"But now I want you to taste your own medicine, my love," you said gently, spreading your legs wide so he could see that you wore nothing under your skirt.

The effect this had was instantaneous. His eyes darkened and fixed on your dripping entrance, which seemed to be crying out for his cock. You could feel all of his muscles twitching and his heavy breathing was more like the hisses of an untamed beast.

“This game you're playing is too dangerous to play, my fucking princess,” his tone came out through gritted teeth and you could see his fangs protruding from the sides of his lips.

You’d tremble with fear, but seeing him like that only made you move your hips over his knees. Without taking your eyes off his, you put a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself and fit your entrance right over his left knee and started rubbing there and the friction between the bone of that part of his body with your aching clit just got you moaning loudly and throwing your head back and roll even more, looking for more contact.

You needed to cum so badly that any friction on that sensitive part was a huge stimulus for you.

Akaza could feel your wetness seeping through the fabric of his pants, making his mind go blank. He was already about to come inside his pants by just seeing you teasing him to the point of making him overstimulated. You were his disgrace incarnated in a pretty face and a sinful body that would send him straight to hell, making the devil not even bother to look at the crimes he committed daily.

You could already feel your body shaking from the approaching orgasm and your sighs and moans already filled the void of the night and left Akaza even more on the edge. But before you came, you took one hand to the bulge in his pants and held his cock over the fabric, tightly, right over his cockhead and pressed it, preventing him from ejaculating too.

He growled loudly and you saw the moment when splinters of stone he was sitting on fell to the ground from the superhuman grip he imposed there with his bare hands.

“I don't want you to cum now,” you said, broken and shaky from the effects of your approaching release. “I want to see you suffer, my love. I want you completely insane for me…” you licked your lips and when you were almost there… you stood up at once, thus preventing your own orgasm.

You couldn't help yourself and ended up collapsing at his feet. Which, when he felt his cock released, ended up ejaculating in a grunt.

But it didn't matter. He felt the balls too heavy with his essence, and would have enough cum to fill every hole in your body to make you stop being a fucking tease.

When he recovered from his orgasm, he gently reached out to help you up. Even though you forbade him to touch you, you accepted it and couldn't help but let out a surprised moan when you felt him pulling you hard by the waist to put you sitting on his lap, right on top of his cock that was starting to grow back inside his pants.

“I said you couldn't touch me,” you protested.

"And I told you this game you were playing was too dangerous," he snapped, pulling your chin with his thumb and forefinger to look him right in the eye.

They glowed and you felt in danger, but even more horny than before. With the frustrated orgasm, your fire became flames that burned everything inside you and only made you want him inside you as quickly as possible.

“Akaza… please…”

"Please what?" He didn't let go of your chin, his lips were millimeters from yours, getting more aroused from hearing you calling him by his name.

“You can touch me now… Fuck me hard until I pass out from exhaustion…” you asked with trembling lips and with weak hands, you directed between your legs.

“Oh princess, you have no idea how fucked up you are right now.”

And he took your lips in an aggressive kiss and ripped off the rest of your clothes with force, throwing the pieces of it on the floor.

And you could only curl up like a helpless bunny when he laid you on the floor and came at you smoking like a beast.

#kimetsu akaza #akaza x reader #akaza imagine #akaza x female reader #akaza x y/n #akaza x you #kny akaza #akaza smut #akaza fanfiction #babyzzz #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x female reader #kny x reader #x female reader #female reader #kny smut #smut

[lotusmi]

🥀🌺💯🍄💮

🎐Hi! Thank you for joining the Intuitive Messages Event!

you got "Law Of Being, Law Of Having" as recommended Ed post!

you got "We are called upon to disregard the “facts” which would deny the achievement of our heart’s desire." as Neville Goddard quote!

you got "Five of Swords (UPRIGHT)" as tarot card! keywords: Degradation, destruction, reversal, infamy, dishonour, loss

🔮things that can be significant:

a garden, purple, an angel, a dress, loss, black long hair (?), night, havingg to take care of yourself, 444, 2202, october (?), Things connected with churches, religions, "three have been taken, but two are left" (?)

lotus message✉️

"There comes a time when you need to take care of yourself first.", I don't know if something happened that made you feel like everything was lost, let me tell you, nothing was lost. Everything you want is still here, and it is yours. You may feel frustated, but you still God, and let this knowing calm you for a moment. Nothing you lost, you still have what you want. You can revise if something hurted you, but nothing you lost. You are not out of sync, you are perfect as the way you are right now. I don't know if there's something with a church, but if it has to do with religion trauma, I am sure you will overcome it, there's nothing to be afraid, okay? The sun will come, and with the flowers, you will be happy and feel alive, with a pretty blue sky and the green of the grass, you will feel alive like a flower in a beautiful garden. May you feel free in your own garden, your Imagination. Free yourself within, love yourself within, give yourself within what you always wanted to have, be your own priority, take care of yourself now.

ps: i am sorry for the late reply, angel, I hope you are alright!

#lotuses readings #lotuses event

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

hi,

there's no two ways about it- your writing is simply delightful and immersive. it pulls me in with promises of pleasure and acceptance and leaves me wrapped up in feelings of lust and desire. i appreciate your posts as both a switch and writer, sexually and aesthetically, physically and mentally.

less cloyingly: i've been struggling a lot lately with knowing what exactly i'm into; my lack of knowledge has lead to a great deal of frustation and fear and mystery revolving around intimacy & connecting with others in that special, kinky way. though, after reading through your page for an… irresponsible amount of time… i've felt my heart let go of some of that fear as i melt deeper with each word I read and come closer to knowing myself.

thank you, dear.

i'm reaching out because i'd like to somehow give back, i suppose. i'd like to repay you with my words for the wonderful tightness in my chest, for all the breath i've lost to gasping and letting out small, quivering moans, for the way my lips have been trembling off-and-on for an hour or more, for the way my legs press together so tightly under the blanket i find myself pulling so taut to my body with the tension it holds, as it always does, in anticipation of ecstasy.

i find myself getting oh so lonely between scenes with play partners, and I think your posts might be my new favorite way of fighting off those feelings. perhaps I'll be back on many other lonely nights, we'll see <3

i'd love to write you again sometime, so for now- if you'd be willing- please consider me as 👑 or❗, your choice <3

have a wonderful night and rest well <3. I know I will, haha.

p.s., sorry for the unfinished draft that sent earlier.

what an absolutely wonderful message to wake up to. my sweetheart, i'm so moved by your love!

i'm also very proud to hear how confident you are in expressing yourself, and also to know that my words affect you so much.

knowing just how sticky, wet and needy my little babies get for me when i make them squirm is a real compliment indeed. <333

#and yes! #u may indeed be 👑anony #little sweetheart<333 #cuethequestions

[drippingdenialslut]

Whats more frustating for you soft or hard edges?

hard edges all the way. love soft edges, especially late at night when i'm already half asleep... but hard edges always make me feel soo close and so needy!

#edging q&a

[atanatoss]

Dance for me, Dream king.

There he was, the King of Dreams. Trapped in a glass cage like an animal. All his power taken from him by these petty humans. Everyday they asked, threatened, begged. Yet he imagined himself sitting on his thrown dignified. Waving his hand to the insignificance of the stupid requests of these people. He imagined how frustated, humilated and afraid they felt in his presence. He imagined many things to ease his horrible pain. Sometimes he felt he was loosing his mind. It was collapsing onto inself without any stimulus. Nothing to work on, to do, to touch... The faint light coming from the skylight above was his only joy.

When guards would not see, he would caress himself imagining it was someone else touching him. Starting from his face - gaunt, emaciated after years of deprivation. Then his hands - once strong, ethereal, hands of a creator, now thin, frail and delicate. He would raise them to the the light and see how they were almost translucent. When guards were particularly captivated by whatever they were doing – playing cards or chating, Dream would sit in the exact spot where light could fall on his face. Pretending he was bathing in the moonlight, free. Little did he know that he was being watched.

One late night he heard someone coming down the stairs. It would have been nothing new except... So many people? The first visitors started appearing - dressed as if for special occasion, women in long fancy dresses, men in tuxedos. Their voices and hushes were completely silenced when they saw what was at the centre of the room. Glass sphere with a man inside.

'He is not a man, look at him', a woman in a red dress came closer while others hesitated.

Seeing that the prisoner really was harmless, people almost surrounded him. Though they were careful not to damage the magic circle around the cage.

'There is no air in there', someone noticed.

'Can he even move? He looks like a wax sculpture' , another man wondered.

Their questions were interrupted by Roderic Burgess, emerging from the back of the crowd. He was examining the first reactions, trying to understand what version of the story he should tell. Where people repeled? Horrified? He made sure to get the ones who would not care too much. So he told the story of how he captured the creature that brought him wealth and riches. How he did a research on  containing this devil.

'Or an angel' woman in red suggested. 'I mean look at him...'

And they stared. Dream tried to stay stoic and not to flinch. For he really couldn’t care less what they thought of his human form, could he? It was just a body.

‘Oh, I would pay just to touch his skin… How immaculate it seems...’, woman with long green dress sighed. She was standing as close to the cage as it was possible without stepping on the magic circle.

Dream wanted to laugh at these petty mortals. Of course, this show was somewhat humiliating, but at least it gave some grounding to his wandering mind. Sometimes he was affraid he would forget he was the Dream Lord. Maybe he was only a pathetic human dreaming he was a king. But these people reminded him.

Yet then he noticed how cold and scheming looked the eyes of Roderick Burgess. If this man couldn’t get from Dream what he wanted he surely will find a way at least to make money from the poor creature. So the shows became pretty frequent. Dream knew something more was coming. Often he would feel some powerful presence watching him. Later he pondered that maybe this being was the one who suggested to Burgess how to contain him while letting him out of his cage. How to put chains and fetters with magical incantations that would detain him, make him so weak he could barely move. And then a man or a woman would come looking down on him, laying there  on a matress provided for the event. Sometimes they would just gaze at him without doing anything. Savouring the sight of this unwordly beauty, etching his body with their eyes until he was hollow. Yet some wanted more. They touched him, they defiled him with their bodies. At first he contained himself and wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of getting any response, but when some of his private ‘visitors’ became violent, he lost it. He was crying and shouting, trying to break free, but the hands of the visitor were so much stronger.

After that night, when he was back in his prison, where paradoxically he now felt safe, someone else came. And it was not human. By then Dream had stopped wailing, he sat holding his knees, rocking back and forth.

‘Would you dance for me again?’, a silky voice asked.

Dream rose his head, tears silently streaming down his face. He gave a look to the guards – they were still there, chating.

‘Don’t you recognize me anymore? Have you forgotten?’, figure clad in white appeared by the cage. Tall, blonde, angelic. Oh, this was a real angel. Angel of darkness.

‘What do you want?’, Dream asked coldly.

Lucifer laughed. Apparently he did something to the guards for the they unable to hear their conversation.

‘Dance for me prince, like you do when you think no one is watching. When you raise your hands like this’, he imitated reaching for the skylight. ‘It was so… beautiful. Heartbreaking even. So I decided to come to your aid’, Lightbringer chuckled.

‘My aid?’, Dream painfully laughed. ‘What price should I pay it?’.

‘Oh, just to become my loyal vassal. Join kingdoms’, Lucifer said smiling.

‘You know this will never happen. Never.’

‘We will see’, angel waved and was gone in an instant.

Dream wondered what this all was about. Surely, Lucifer knew how ridiculous his proposal was. It would take much more than this.

After some time – Dream lost track of how many days passed – Roderick came whistling. Dream’s bruises were almost healed – Burgess didn’t want to spoil the fun of inflicting them again.

‘Not ready to talk yet?’, he asked absentmindedly, not expecting an answer. ‘Today you will have a special visitor’. Often Burgess would come just to announce that horrors in the evening were awaiting. The cruel man liked to watch how scared Dream would become.

And horrors came. Tall, blond, angelic. Smiling gracefully. Looking down on him laying helpless, exposed and bound on that matress.

‘So naked. So naked that I could touch your soul’, silvery voice traveled to through the room. ‘And I will’. Lucifer stopped beside the matress.

‘Why?’, Dream managed to whisper, his voice barely audible. ‘To gain a loyal vassal?’

‘Maybe. Most likely not. But I will help you’, Lucifer kneeled suddenly clenching Dream’s hair and yanking his head back so he could look directly to man’s face. ‘I will help you in different ways’.

At this Dream hated how little flicker of hope was born inside his chest. How much it hurt when it died.

‘You are so alone here. Reduced to nothing. An animal, a beast. A doll’, angel spit in his face. ‘Yet I will make you feel…’ he stopped gazing intently at terrified Dreams eyes.

‘Please. Don’t. Don’t.’ Dream couldn’t think of another round of beating and raping. His mind would not bear it. He would die. And Lucifer knew. Even he did not want to damage this world by making Dream go mad.

‘Be not afraid’, Lucifer let go of tortured man’s hair. ‘I will simply…’

And he did. Simply touched Dream. Started from his face, trailing his features, while talking to him in a soothing voice. ‘My beautiful Dream. Beloved. Wanted’, almost chanted Lucifer.

‘Beautiful as a moonless night’, he said, caressing chained’s man bare chest.

‘Fair as first winter’s snow’, he said, stroking his hands, his delicate fingers.

Dream did not know this would hurt more than anything. Because it was so unbearably pleasant to be simply touched, to feel seen by someone to whom he is not an object. Someone who knows him. With this thought came tears of humiliation. Now he was truly broken. A Dream king who was only dreaming.

‘My snow white king’, he said, while planting soft kiss on Dream’s forehead. As if he was saying goodbye to a dead man. Dream shivered, turning his head.

Lucifer leaned closer and whispered.

‘Now I know what you are afraid of most. What hurts you most. Tenderness’.

Dream cried. He was alone, abandoned and this so much more powerful creature was mocking him, playing with him.

‘Goodbye’, Lucifer said again standing above him. ‘I will watch you dancing’.

After this no more people came to ‘visit’. Maybe Burgess thought that already some many persons knew about the devil in the basement. Or maybe no one wanted to come anymore. After many years caged Dream thought that he lost something so people did not found him so perfect anymore. Something Lucifer took with him.

#the sandman #sandman #sandman fanfiction #dream of the endless #pain #hurt/comfort #lucifer #lightbringer #beautiful #caged

[shebloomsatnights-blog]

I Wrote You A Story (that you'll never read)

The Office

It was the first time we saw each other, I was supposed to meet someone else, probably one of your colleauge. Something happened in between, your colleauge friend had to leave somewhere, so we (me and my colleauge) ended up with you. The thing that I simply notice is that you have a tall figure, that's all and suddenly this uneasy feelings that you're going to haunt me, rose. fuck me.

The Message

A couple days after that, I had THIS NERVE to message you pretending that I didn't get the lesson you taught the other day, when I clearly in my right state of mind, understood every single of it, just because I want you to notice my name. So, I simply text you, introduce my self, hello my name is Sekar blablabla and asked that stupid question I made the day before, a kind of question that I know really well the answer and doesn't sound so stupid, but still it is. You replied, and that's it. I get the message, thinking, oh that's it babe, don't ever ask again or you'll look so stupid and hopeless.

The Meet Up

Months later, in not a very strange way, we met through our acquaintance (your colleague is my high school friend but not so close, we just knew each other). Days before, she reach me through whatsapp, and it's so embarassing, she asked me do I still want to meet you. I know my lovely friend Ana and her pretty mouth that can't keep a secret definitely told her that I had a crush on you. So, here and there, we finally, meet again.

The Night We Met

It was Saturday at 2 p.m, I was very close to have my power nap routine at the weekend and suddenly my phone rang. It was you calling. I was trying so hard not to sound so stupid or anything annoying. But I literally scream, after I hung up the call like a very loud scream wkwkw cegil behaviour, I blame you on that. We decided to meet again, on a coffe shop. It's just a simple conversations on getting to know each other, etc. Since then, a night out with you was so important to me. It "clicked" somehow. We went along with it.

The Ghost

Things getting hard, you were so closed and unreachable, and I'm slowly frustated, so we just stop speaking. Getting really quite and cold with each other. I cut my hair really short out of frustatement, so I have other things to worry about (worrying my short hair which looks so ugly on me) and hoping it'll kind of distract me from you. It did work, but then the fucking 1975 release a songs, that was so about you, and my pride crumble in pieces. Another cegil behaviour, I messaged you at 11.30 p.m because I miss you, fuck me (2).

The Re-Bound

That stupid thing I did worked, we began to meet and talk again, like we used to. I fell deeper and I bet you'd stay in the surface. Suddenly all of the TS's love and heartbreak songs were about you (misery loves company). I didn't even hesitate this time, to show my affection towards you, I just love doing it to the person that I think they deserved it. I have this overflowing affection that I'd love to share it with someone (besides my parents and friends), and it was you. All I did was support you, once in a while I learnt a new recipe so you can try even though I know it doesn't taste that good, but you'd still appreciate it, that made me even happier.

The Late Night Thoughts

The same cycle happened again this time, you'd just shut me off, treat me indifferently like I was some kind of joke you could play along with. Just so you know, I was a tough girl, even though being the youngest in the family, my parents raised me to be independent and strong. I built my own fortress, so people who had a bad intention would not affect me that much. I know you're a good person, it shows, but when I get to know you, that fortress I've been building on my own, slowly crumble. I stepped outside my comfort zone, built the bridge pieces by pieces but I felt like I'm the only one who's doing all the work to make some things with you possible. I had to be the one who initiate every conversations, every meetings, just because I want to make those things work. I was doing all the things, but you can't even replied to the message I sent you. I went from desperate to pathetic. I became someone I didn't like, so sensitive, the kind of woman I used to mock.

I've done nothing but support you, I don't deserve to be the one you left behind without any explanation. I was hoping a clear communication, any reasons would work. Even if you tell me that you've been pretending all of this time because you took pity on me, I'd accept it.