#emo!reader

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Maybe it was your fault you ended up in this situation —scratch that it definitely was. You’d been following him for weeks now and maybe just maybe you thought you could get away with it, and you would’ve if you hadn’t forgotten to turn the flash off on your digital camera. Nobody could blame you really, he was so pretty the thought would cross any insane persons mind.

So now here you were running through dark streets trying to get away from the guy you had been stalking, successfully making sharp turns around corners and dodging random trashcans and boxes just to trip over a loose raised brick in the middle of an alley. You must’ve hit your head on the way down, your vision was crossing, seeing double of the face that you knew so well. You tried to get away from him, trying to pull yourself backwards with your forearms.

“What the fuck was that?” Alex demanded, grabbing you by the front of your shirt bringing you closer to his face.

“I-I didn’t mean to i really didn’t-!” You tried to finish before he cut you off

“Cut the bullshit. You and i both know you wouldn’t have ran if you had nothing to hide.” He argued, letting you fall back before putting his knee on your chest and reaching into the pocket of your jacket. You panicked trying to keep him from grabbing your camera, the one with all of the pictures you had of him on it. You ultimately failed, flailing limbs uncoordinated, still dizzy from the fall.

“Whats this huh? What do you think im gonna find on this? You think i havent noticed you these past few weeks?” He growled, pushing you further into the bricks of the alley —you could feel a few of the uneven ones digging into your spine.

You watched in a ditzy horror as he clicked away at your camera, no doubt looking at all the pictures you’ve taken of him, out on the street, through the windows of stores, and your personal favorite, through the window of his bedroom. You’d only followed him to his house once, you had been too nervous to do it again, afraid of getting caught. He looked down at you, his gaze almost humorous, wondering how he could’ve possibly missed a loser with a camera outside of his window.

“You sick little freak.” He laughed in disbelief “what? Were you hoping to catch me getting changed for the night? Getting out of the shower? i bet you’d fucking like that wouldnt you?” He continued, leaning down, grabbing your face harshly to make sure you were listening to every word coming out of his mouth.

Your body shook as a sob left your throat, slurred apologies leaving you almost unintelligible only a few syllables could be understood. “No, you aren’t sorry. You’re only sorry you got caught.” He chuckled putting your camera down next to your head. He seemed to tune out your useless sobs and pleas putting a hand over your mouth before going to speak again.

“I know, you’re just a freak loser, you dont have any friends, you dont know how to talk to people, you really could’ve just asked me out instead of acting like a stalker and taking pictures of me.”

Your eyes were watering as the pain from the fall and Alex’s knee digging into your sternum started to set in along with the shame from the degradation and the fact that he was right. You hadn’t even noticed the way his hands traveled lower to the buckle of your studded belt, the sound of metal on metal dragging you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening, you bit your bottom lip in anticipation letting your head fall backwards—which was a bad idea you realized as you winced when it hit the ground.

“Dont look so excited, you aren’t getting out of this that easily.” He chided, tugging your flared jeans down your thighs leaving them at your ankles. You knew you looked a mess, eyeliner smudged all the way to hell, eyes red and watery, jacket shoved open and your shirt halfway up your torso along with your pants and underwear around your ankles.

“Maybe if you’re lucky i wont leave you here after im done.” You could hear the disdain in his voice. You sobbed again and reached for him only for your hands to get shoved away with a scoff. It didnt take long for him to get his cock out of his pants, hand reaching up before shoving two of his fingers into your mouth successfully gathering your saliva the, lubing his hand up to stroke himself.

Unfortunately you didn’t get to watch any longer as your own thighs obstructed your view —Alex having pushed them upward towards your head but not quite all the way— pants falling back up your legs just a bit.

“Make yourself useful and hold your legs up for me.” Alex demanded, shoving two of the fingers that he used to lube his cock into you causing a strangled noise as you obeyed, a moan that got stuck in your throat. Your hands gripping the fabric of your jeans, the studs from your belt no doubt making imprints in your palms. Your legs shook as he fucked you with his middle and ring fingers at a slow but somehow still bruising pace, you could feel him pressing harder each time most likely on purpose.

You accidentally let your legs slip from your grasp, Alex catching them with a glare before rolling his eyes.

“Can’t even do something as simple as this right, don’t know why you thought you were competent enough to stalk anyone.”

He roughly pushes your legs back by the backs of your thighs, your knees closer to your head than earlier; then using his forearm to keep them that way while reaching down with his other hand to line his cock up to your entrance. He barely wasted any time, thrusting himself into you with little to no care, shoving your pants back up to your ankles to gain access to your face, forcing his lips onto yours, shoulders keeping your legs in place. You moaned into his mouth, both of you swallowing any noise coming from one another.

The alley was filled with nothing but the muffled sounds coming from the both of you and the slick sounds of his cock stuffing you over and over again. You let out a particularly loud moan when he plunged even deeper inside of you reaching your shaking hands up to grip his hair. His glasses were fogged up at that point, at some point you don’t remember when he had taken them off as to not obscure his vision and set them next to the camera.

You caught a smirk on his face before you were met with the familiar lens of your camera. Your eyes widened as the camera flashed, white spots filling your vision leaving you to blink them away.

“C’mon smile, freak. You dont like having your picture taken?” He laughs taking a picture of your tear filled face as you try to cover it.

“I didn’t hide when you took my picture now did i? Don’t be rude.” He mocks, pushing his cock deeper, a moan ripping itself from your throat and being caught on camera. He smiled before muttering something you couldn’t make out. As much as you didnt want to admit it, being caught like that on camera helped you get way closer to cumming than Alex initially thought.

“M’gonna cum— please!” You whine, your knees bumping into each other as you tried to hold your self back.

“Mmh..tell me you’re sorry.” Alex replied breathlessly.

“Wh—?” You started but quickly got cut off by Alex.

“Tell me you’re sorry for being a fucking stalker freak and maybe I’ll let you cum.” Alex retaliated, his hair stuck to his forehead, he was obviously close as well and he could easily leave you here on the ground of the cold alley. You didn’t wanna take that chance.

“Please, Im sorry! Im sorry f-for being a freak!—fuck!—im so gross and—and weird and i won’t do it again! I promise!” You sobbed, holding onto his forearms that were planted on the backs of your thighs as tears flowed down the sides of your face.

“G’on then, cum since you want it so bad.” Alex retorted probably not believing a word you said. He shuddered as you clenched around him, it was clear you came by the look on your face alone not to mention the way you were squeezing his cock. He quickly pulled out of you before moving, letting your useless legs crash against the ground before making his way up to your face, his legs straddling your shoulders as he jerked himself off over your face. It took no longer than a few seconds before his cum landed all over your face and in your hair.

He took a few seconds to catch his breath, shoving himself back into his pants and reaching for your camera.

“Say cheese.” He grinned at your cum covered face, you didnt fight it this time, showing the camera a blissed out smile as the flash went off and Alex got off of you. He put the camera down once more before helping you pull your pants and underwear back up, he even buckled your belt back up for you.

When you came to he was gone making you sigh in exasperation. You stood up with the help of the closest wall, wiping your face of any of Alex’s cum and reached into your pants pocket looking for your wallet, finding your wallet and a paper that had a phone number and “Alex” under it. You smiled before realizing your camera was missing, looking in the pocket it was usually in and even the area around you but to no avail.

“Fuck.”

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A BIT OF BACKSTORY!! The relationship first started when y’all were at school and all of a sudden some rude ass jock trips you because you have a “different” style. Tim stands up for you and helps you pick your stuff up (awhh he is so cute)You guys from then become friends!

HEADCANNONS (FLUFF) you guys are dating now btw

Definetly loves you doing of type of makeup on him. He lookes like such a cootie patootie (i just cringed at that).

Calls you every 30 mins. He NEEDS to know you are safe. (Especially if you were in the Route 23 pile-up)

Nora absolutely LOVES you.

A few of petnames he calls you are : baby, my spiderweb, sweetgirl. Sometimes he may call you babygirl as a joke but he quickly takes it back. (our little jokester!😝)

Loves cheek kisses. AND NAPSS HE LIVES FOR NAPSSS.

Gives bear hugs any time of day!!

Always makes sure to fix your hair and always stops at HotTopic when he is at the mall to buy you something(s).

Definetly gives you his band tees and always makes sure not to kiss you too hard because it will wipe your makeup off.

He likes to be called a spiderweb back.

Absolutely loves your style and how you don’t care about what anyone thinks!

you were just working on some homework on his desk.it was tuesday which meant afterschool we went at his house. until all of a sudden he hugs you from behind picks u up and twirls you around. (Ik he is 15 and probs doesnt have that strength but let me dream!!)

TOMMYINNIT

you usually let him pick what color your hair is gonna be

he picks the most outlandish colors

like wtf is "sea green" and "cashmere"

he likes doodling you little tattoo inspo

always makes emo jokes lmfao

not a big fan of emo music but has some picks out of your playlist

thinks all your piercings are super fascinating / make you look cool

sends you pinterest pics of *stereotypical emo youtuber* to poke fun at you

"you look like that johnnie guilbert guy"

"bro"

RANBOO

he's very educated in aesthetic cultures and is a fan of some emo music though he doesn't listen that much

thinks your whole style is super cool and steals some accessories from you

also likes sharing pinterest inspo to you on hair styles, colors and tattoos, even piercings

also makes emo jokes but they're totally lighthearted

also likes helping you color and cut your hair, though he has no idea what he's doing for the most part

FREDDIE BADLINU

thinks you're like the coolest person on the planet lmao

absolutely loves helping you dye your hair

loves doodling little tattoo inspo while listening to music with you

when he sees any sort of merch for a band you like or just an emo band in general, he has to say like some old dude "that reminds me of y/n"

thinks your piercings make you look awesome as fuck

will happily join when you get a new piercing and help you find new jewelry