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It’s the 70s, Claudia and Madeleine are at the lesbian bar… I think they’re looking at you.

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That bit with the headboard

False Intruder

Label Mature 18+

Summary Hanks been on edge ever since he brought home a cat named Bud, and now you wonder just how safe you are when you’re both startled awake in the middle of the night

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut ❤️‍🔥 Hank protective • savior mode • kiss it better • affectionate • adoring •fingering • don’t wake the neighbors • sex against a headboard • p in v • nipple play • clit play• simultaneous orgasms • creampie• aftercare 🔗 Masterlist

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False Intruder

Your apartment with Hank is a shared haven, the kind that feels alive with both of your most cherished belongings, each one decorating the place with the life you’ve built together.

The bedroom is bathed in the glow of the city skyline as New York hums outside, a distant blend of car horns and the low rumble of the subway passing by… but inside, it’s just you and Hank, wrapped in your own little world.

You slip under the cool sheets after a long day, the bed settling softly beneath you. You’re wearing one of Hank’s t-shirts, the fabric soft and worn, carrying the faint scent of him, and the tart detergent of the corner laundromat.

Lying back, you watch Hank through the partially open bathroom door, his movements slow and methodical as he pulls his black boxers on, sliding them up his thighs in a way that has you mesmerized, the waistband snapping against his hips.

He brings a dark gray tee over his head, the fabric stretching over his broad chest, and you catch a glimpse of the faint scars across his torso…remnants of trauma he never speaks about.

Hank’s been off lately, you can see it in the way he’s lost in thought after he clicks off the bathroom light, the usual easy charm of him undercut by a jittery edge.

Ever since he took in that scrappy cat Bud to watch for a neighbor, he’s been paranoid, glancing over his shoulder, triple-checking the door locks. 

You don’t know if it’s the cat or something else, Hank’s not the type to spill his guts unless you pry, and even then, it’s like pulling teeth.

Bud climbs on the bed beside you his green eyes glinting in the dim light as Hank comes to sit on the edge. The cat proudly settles onto his lap, and Hank’s broad shoulders hunch as he scratches behind Bud’s ears, his calloused fingers gently moving in a way that makes you yearn for them.

“Love you, you little bastard,” he coddles, his voice low and warm as Bud purrs, a deep rumble that makes Hank’s lips quirk into a rare soft smile. “Yeah, yeah, you know it.”

You slide closer, resting your cheek against the pillow, watching them. “You gonna spoil that cat all night?” you jab, your voice playful and sleepy.

Hank glances at you, his blue eyes catching the city’s glow. “She’s getting jealous,” He whispers leaning down to press a kiss on Bud’s forehead and you can’t help but smile.

For a guy who’s built like he could break someone in half, Hank’s got a heart that sneaks up on you.

Bud stretches lazily and hops out of Hanks lap with a soft thud, padding across the hardwood floor with his tail flicking. 

He curls up onto Hank’s worn green duffle bag in the corner and you let out a sigh of relief. That cat’s been a third wheel non stop, wedging between you and Hank like he owns the place.

Hank slides into bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight as he brings his bicep under your head. He’s warm, and solid, his body a furnace as he pulls you against him, pressing your back to his chest. 

His other arm snakes around your waist, heavy and possessive as you feel the steady beat of his heart against your spine. 

He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in and a low hum rises from his throat. “You smell so good,” he whispers, his lips brushing the sensitive spot behind your ear, grazing it in a way that makes you melt into him.

“Better than Bud?” you quip, and you can feel his smirk against your skin. 

“Close call,” he says, and you lightly elbow him in the ribs, earning a playful grunt. He leans in closer pressing his lips to your neck kissing the curve soft and slow. “Mmm. Definitely you,” he confirms and, you smile as you give in to him, the city’s hum fading as you close your eyes.

His warmth, his scent, and the weight of his arm are enough to pull you under, and your breathing slows as you drift off to sleep together.

Hours later, a loud crash rips through the apartment, sharp and jarring. It barely registers, your mind sluggish, still tangled in sleep, until you feel Hank sit up his hand pressing your chest protectively.

“Stay here,“ he whispers, and you nod, your pulse hammering sensing the danger as he slides out of bed.

Hanks broad frame is tense as he heads to the corner near the bedroom door. His hand lowers down, fingers curling around the handle of his old baseball bat, the one he keeps propped against the wall  ‘just in case.’

The wood is worn and smooth from years of use…some of it not so innocent, and he grips it tight, his knuckles whitening. With his other hand, he pushes open the door and you sit up in bed watching him step out into the darkness feeling the fear rising in your chest.

The apartment is deathly still, the kind of quiet that amplifies every creak, every distant siren and you clutch the sheets, your mind racing. 

Was it a break-in? Is someone after him? You’ve seen the way he flinches at loud noises, the way his eyes dart to the door sometimes, like he’s expecting trouble. 

You strain to hear anything, your ears ringing with the effort, but there’s nothing. 

The weight of silence is suffocating making your heart pound harder until, a soft click—the living room light flicks on, a sliver of yellow spilling under the bedroom door. It clicks off just as quickly, and your breath catches as footsteps approach. 

Hank steps back into the bedroom, his silhouette filling the doorway. The bat is loose in his hand, no longer poised to swing, and his shoulders are relaxed having lost their tension.

“Bud,” he says, his voice rough and tinged with exasperation. “Knocked over that damn lamp in the living room. Nearly gave me a heart attack.”

You let out a shaky sigh, relief flooding through you so fast it leaves you dizzy. “Hank,” you whisper, pressing a hand to your chest. “Hank, I thought…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he says, setting the bat back in the corner, the wood clunking softly against the wall.

He turns, his eyes catching yours, and a slow grin spreads across his face. “You were worried about me,” he teases.

“Yes, always,” you admit, your voice still trembling from the remnants of fear. “Don’t act all smug about it.”

He grins, slow and warm, climbing onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

“You don’t gotta worry about me,” he says, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, the air between you shifting into a different kind of energy…the kind that comes from facing danger and coming out unscathed.

Your heart is still racing with adrenaline and the way his eyes darken, you know his is too.

He pulls the blankets back, reaching for your thighs, his hands rough as he drags you down to him. He brings your legs around his waist, his blonde hair falling loose from behind his ears, his blue eyes warm and affectionate as his full lips curve into a soft smile looking down at you.

“You mean so much to me,” he confesses, his voice heavy with desire, his gaze locking onto yours like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded in this world.

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” he says, his hands gliding down your sides to your thighs, giving them a firm possessive squeeze that makes you ache for him, feeling the heat blooming deep in your core.

His hand slips beneath the hem of his t-shirt you’re wearing, and you sigh as his fingers slide into your panties, circling your clit, testing and teasing until you feel the hard press of his cock against your thigh, straining in his boxers.

“Fuck you’re so wet,” he whispers, his voice low and reverent as he slips his fingers inside you.

You gasp as they move slick and sure, stretching you with slow, deliberate thrusts, your hands clutching his forearms, fingers digging in as the pleasure begins to take over.

His piercing blue eyes stay locked on yours, his blonde hair falling messily across his face framing his handsome features as he watches you fall apart beneath him.

“Hank… yes,” you moan, your voice trailing off as he curls his fingers just right, hitting that perfect spot with devastating precision, thrusting harder as your moans rise, raw and desperate.

Your hips rock against his hand, chasing the rhythm he creates, fast and overwhelming, your breaths hitching with every slick, unrelenting stroke.

His focus is entirely on you, jaw clenched with determination, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels your walls start to flutter around his fingers, knowing you’re close.

“Come for me,” he pants, seeing you lost in pleasure and you moan, your voice breaking off as you climax.

He presses his thumb firmly against your clit, circling with unyielding pressure, and the sensation sends a jolt of heat surging through your core, pushing you toward release with dizzying speed.

You come hard, your walls clenching tight around his fingers as he coaxes you through it, his thrusts faster, feeling the slickness between your thighs.

“So fucking good for me,” he breathes, his voice full of awe as he finally slips his fingers away.

You shiver, but he’s already moving, guiding you up and turning you around.

“Hold the headboard,” he says, and you obey, your fingers curling around the cold metal as he kneels behind you, his hands sliding down your body, squeezing possessively. 

“So fucking pretty like this,” he praises, his voice rough with want as pulls your panties down, the fabric skimming your thighs.

He lowers his boxers, and you feel the warm, blunt head of his cock glide along your slick folds, the sensation making you clench inside, your back arching to angle yourself better for him.

He lines himself up, his large hands gripping your hips, and he pushes in, slow and deep, filling you with a stretch that makes your clit throb as your walls squeeze tightly around his thick cock.

“Hank, fuck,” you cry out, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips as his thighs press hard against the backs of yours and his cock settles deep inside.

He pulls you against him, his chest warm against your back. “So perfect on me” he whispers, his lips finding your neck, kissing soft and slow, his mouth moving desperately, as if chasing away the fear still lingering inside of you.

He moves with purpose, holding you tight to him as he thrusts, paced and measured, his cock hitting so deep it steals your breath, and he groans in your ear, heightening your pleasure with every push of his hips.

“Feels so good,” he pants, and you moan your voice wrecked as he slides one hand to your breast, squeezing firmly as his fingers tease your nipple. His other hand moves to your jaw turning you to kiss him, his lips pressing harder against yours between every well timed thrust.

The city’s glow paints the room in shades of midnight blues and purples, casting shadows over his tight muscles flexing as he drives into you, each thrust pulling a desperate moan from your lips.

You don’t care that it’s the middle of the night, that the neighbors might hear, that Bud’s probably watching from his duffle bag with judgmental cat eyes.

There’s only Hank and the way he fills you, the way he makes the world narrow to just this moment with him.

“Need you so much,” he rasps against your ear, his voice rough with want, nearing the edge of release.

Your hands clutch the headboard tighter, your knuckles aching, your body arching to meet his thrusts. “Need you too,” you gasp, your voice trembling with need, urging him on.

He pulls you tighter against him, thrusting faster, deeper, harder, each stroke pushing you both closer, your bodies trembling on the brink.

He starts grunting, the adrenaline burning through you both as his thighs begin smacking against the backs of yours.

“I’m gonna come,” you moan, your voice breaking in to soft, helpless whimpers that drive him on.

“Fuck, come for me,” he whispers, hushed against your ear, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing tight circles as your orgasm surges through you, your walls clenching on his cock as your moans pour out into the dark.

He groans your name as he follows, spilling into you, hot and thick, his cock pulsing as he buries himself deep. 

You both try to catch your breath as he wraps his arms around you, keeping you close, your bodies heaving together, until your drained and sated and he slowly pulls out as you shiver from the loss.

You collapse together and he pulls your back against him, his arms wrapping around you, his chest heaving. 

The city’s hum is back, a soft reminder of the world outside, but it feels distant and unimportant as Hank’s lips brush your shoulder, his breaths shallow and warm.

“I’m worried,” he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. It’s not like him to admit something like that, and the vulnerability in his tone makes your heart ache. “I just… I need to keep you safe.”

You turn in his arms, facing him, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw as his blue eyes search yours in the dim light, heavy with uncertainty.

“You do,” you say, your voice steady despite the ache in your chest. “We’re okay, Hank. Everything’s okay,” you reassure him, your words soft but firm.

He squeezes you tighter, pulling you against him like he’s trying to make himself believe your words, and as you rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, you can’t help but wonder what Hanks been dragged into in the city that never sleeps.

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Happy ‘The Neon Void’ 2nd Anniversary!!!

I’m a few days late (it was the 26th) but that’s because I’m currently traveling somewhere I’ve always wanted to go; Japan!! I’m having an amazing time and wished I could have prepared something a bit more special, but I’ll be honest— I’m so much happier and freer now thanks to TNV and all of the wonderful people in this fandom, and I feel like this trip is helping celebrate that.

Two years ago I wasn’t exactly feeling very cowabunga about a lot of things, but while writing TNV I was able to get through some tough times and even help make some important decisions that have significantly improved my life. And I could not be more thankful for everyone’s sweet words and excitement over my silly little fanfic— seriously, you all are so amazing and I am so so so lucky to be a part of such a fun fandom. Thank you all so so much.

So thank you all again for everything, happy 2nd anniversary, and remember to enjoy the cheesy pizza pies life gives you 🩵

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Love your writing! So good!! Could you do one where the reader and Rafe have not been dating for long, only for about two weeks or so, and she is very insecure and doesn´t understand why he ever approached her to ask her out in the first place. She isn´t the most outgoing and thinks she is quite plain looking, comparing herself to all the much prettier girls (in her opinion) at parties that she evidently thinks he will leave her for and so she she starts to distance herself to make it hurt less

unworthy doubts — RAFE CAMERON

authors note first off, thank you so much. you don’t know how much that means to me. to all of you reading this right now; please know how important you're in this world. youre beautiful on the inside and outside in your own unique way 🤍.

summary questioning and comparing yourself to other girls while wondering why your boyfriend, rafe cameron, chose you.

warnings insecure, comparing, mentions of parties, crying, doubt.

Rafe Cameron and you started dating for almost a month; it’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a relationship. Although it’s in the early stages of your relationship, you haven’t felt this way.

However, your insecurities felt like they'd been with you forever.

Rafe's confidence and charisma seemed to effortlessly command whatever room he entered. You felt invisible; blending into the background. Comparing yourself to other girls at parties; pretty smile, makeup, etc.

What could rafe see in you?

The worries had recently gotten stronger, a constant voice in the back of your head. When you saw Rafe taking to someone or laughing too hard at someone’s joke, the voice whispers became louder.

You stood against the railing of Tannyhill watching at the sunset in your own thoughts. The breeze felt nice and it felt like good time to enjoy the moment.

"Hey," Rafe's voice interrupted your thoughts, making you jump slightly. He joined you at the railing with a troubled expression on his face. "You have been quiet recently. Is everything alright?

Rafe noticed your change in attitude in the previous three days. He had asked if everything was fine, but you refused to talk about it. Tonight, he wants answers. He's concerned about you.

You forced a smile, but it did not reach your eyes. "Yeah, I am fine." Just... exhausted, I suppose."

Rafe did not appear convinced. He stretched out and carefully tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You know you can speak with me, right? If something is bothering you, please let me know.”

Your heart sunk as you heard those words. Deep down, you want to open up to him and express your feelings. You don't want to come across as undesirable and make him think differently of you.

You felt words spilling out, but you remained silent.

"Y/N, I feel like you're pulling away from me." "Is it something I said or did?" He creaked "Please let me know, baby."

"It's not you, Rafe," you eventually confessed, the words rushing out before you could stop them. "It's me." I just don't understand why you chose me. I am not like the other gals. I'm not as attractive, outgoing, or—"

Rafe cut you off, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Is that what you think? That I don't realize how magnificent you are?"

Rafe's thoughts were all over the place. Seeing tears gather in the corner of your eyes caused him to cry.

You shrugged your shoulders, feeling tears form in your eyes, and down your cheeks. Not bothering drying them off.

"It's difficult for me to not to think about that when I'm constantly comparing myself to these girls" you ramble on when Rafe cuts you off.

Rafe approached, holding your face in his hands. "Look at me," he murmured quietly, waiting for you to meet his eyes. "I asked you out because I like who you are. You are nice and intelligent, and you make me laugh like no one else can. You are attractive to me both inside and out. And if you can't see it yet, I'll spend as much time as necessary to show you."

His words struck you like a tsunami, removing any doubts and anxieties that had been building up. You took a nervous breath as tears finally poured over.

You bury your face against his chest, letting out your sobs and putting your arms around his body; Rafe gently strokes your back, rocking you both side to side and whispers nice words into your ear to calm you down. 

"I can't afford to lose you," you whine against his chest.

"Baby, you will not lose me; I will be with you every step of the way," Rafe says before kissing the top of your head several times.

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They were halfway through the basket when Buck cleared his throat. “So,” he said. “Did you sleep well?” Eddie chuckled. “Small talk?” he asked, eyes on the jacket he was folding. “I thought we moved past that about seven years ago.” Buck huffed. “What’s small about it?” he said. “I always want you to sleep well.” Eddie felt like he was moving in slow motion as he lowered the jacket. He reached out to set it on top of Christopher’s pile and didn’t notice when he missed. The jacket toppled off to the side while he was staring at Buck. Were his ears ringing, or did the dryer need more WD-40? I always want you to sleep well. It was more than Eddie could take. Wearing only his novelty Swedish Fish underpants and his coziest hoodie, his hands hovering over their Saturday laundry and the milky winter sunlight streaming in through his kitchen windows, Eddie couldn’t not kiss Buck anymore.

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“h-huh?! um, yes!”

“oh… alright then, forgive me for being so forward.”

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